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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Are Seungcheol and Minji something exclusive? At least for Minji, or did I miss something? I feel like we haven't seen much from her venturing out 🤔 I'm not saying I'd like to read something about her and reader but maybe that's exactly what I'm saying. On another note, Wonwoo poor thiiiiiing

AFAB!Reader x Kim Minji

Word Count: 2732

Contents: mentions of drinking, angst, fingering, breast play, praise, very soft dom!Minji

Notes: this whole thing has turned into a mess for the two of them. It won’t stay a mess but it sure is tonight. Also nope Minji and Seungcheol are not dating so she is free to have sex. An important part of their story is mentioned here actually. Enjoy!

The only thing that kept you from screaming in frustration was the thought that you might not be far enough away to keep people from hearing. You wanted to tear your hair out or knock some sense into yourself. You might have been tipsy but it wasn’t nearly enough to do anything stupid like that. What was your plan? What did you even want? You knew everyone would be looking at you weirdly for days after this and the thought made you want to hide out in the woods for the rest of the summer, maybe steal a canoe and canoe home.

At least you wouldn’t have to see Wonwoo’s face later if you did that.

“Geez, you can run fast.”

You jumped a little, looking around from where you were sitting on a log to find Minji puffing and pushing her way through the ferns and saplings to where you sat.

“How did you even find me?”

“I followed when you ran off,” she said. “I mean it was pretty obvious you were not okay.”

You sighed. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Minji sat next to you. “I assume it has something to do with Wonwoo.”

“Yeah but I don’t know what.” You said. “It’s just a game, and even if it wasn’t he can kiss whoever he wants. I’m not dating him.”

You could feel Minji’s eyes on you. “Well it sounds like something about that is upsetting to you. Are you feeling a little jealous?”

“I don’t know,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest. “I don’t think so? Maybe? We were spending a lot of time together and now it’s just…”

“What happened to ruin what you two had going?” She asked gently.

“Nothing really,” you shrugged. “He told me he liked someone else. So we stopped fooling around. I just- everything is awkward now whether I avoid him or try to talk to him.”

“What did you do when he told you about it?”

You laughed a little. “I kinda ran off. I don’t know, I just couldn’t process it. It’s not like I think he likes me but I just, it didn’t seem like he was interested in anyone else. He didn’t show interest in anyone else and he didn’t tell me about it. I just feel like I would have known or why didn’t he say something beforehand? Why did he keep sleeping with me if he was into someone else?”

Minji brought a hand to your back, rubbing it and letting out a sigh. “Maybe you need to ask yourself what you’re feeling instead.” She said.

“I’m trying,” you whined.

“You might be getting in your own way,” she said.

“What do you mean?” You eyed her curiously.

“I mean that if you aren’t open to whatever your true feelings are you might not get an answer. You have to be open to it not being the answer you wanted.”

You mulled that over for a moment. “That sounds hard.”

“It is,” she snorted. “But it’s better in the long run.”

“Did you have to do that?”

“Mhm,” she nodded. “With Seungcheol. It took a long time for me to admit to myself that I had feelings for him, let alone tell him about it. I kept thinking it would never work out.”

“You told him eventually, though.” You said. “But… you’re still not…”

“We don’t live in the same city, well we won’t until this year anyway. We were always hours away with no real chances to see either and with difficult work schedules. It worked for a friendship for us to just bail on talking or communicate badly at times. But we agreed that it wasn’t good for a relationship, it wasn’t going to be healthy. And our friendship means a lot to me. So we never really dated.”

“I wish I was that clear on my own feelings,” you muttered.

“Give yourself time,” she said. “Just be nice to yourself and be open to what you feel, even when it’s terrifying.”

“You are so wise,” you chuckled.

She laughed. “Seungcheol would say I’m just old.”

“You’re not old,” you snorted.

“Ah, he likes to tease me that I’m older than him.”

“You put up with him well,” you snorted.

“I just understand him,” she said. “And he gets me. We have a good thing going.” She looked over at you. “Did you want to head back?”

“Not really,” you sighed. “I don’t really wanna face anyone after that. Or have anyone ask what I was doing or if I’m okay.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “There’s a lot to think about.”

You leaned on her shoulder. “I don’t want to think right now.”

She giggled. “That’s fair. What do you want to do instead.”

“You know this summer, I feel like now is when I would ask the other person for sex.”

Minji laughed. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t even know,” you sighed. “I don’t not want it, I know that much.”

Minji gave you a sweet smile. “If it’ll make you feel better I’m happy to help.”

You felt heat rushing to your skin. “Y-You’re sure?”

“You’re not the only one who gets around,” she snorted.

You giggled. “Then, okay. It could at least distract me for a little while.”

“Then a fun distraction I will be.” Minji grinned. She pulled you towards her, she placed you between her legs with your back against her chest. It reminded you of something but your brain was too worn out to remember what.

Minji rested her head on your shoulder as you relaxed back against her. She ran her fingers over your thighs and up your sides soothingly. You willed yourself to forget about everything for a few minutes and just enjoy her touch. Maybe she was right. Maybe you needed to really fully think about all of your feelings. Maybe you weren’t really aware of what was going on in your head.

But now wasn’t the moment for that.

Minji undid the buttons and zipper on your shorts, pushing them down just a bit. You lifted your hips enough to let her before sitting comfortably between her legs again. Now was a moment to relax. After so many things seeming to go wrong you needed a few minutes that felt right.

Minji brought her hand up to your mouth, resting a finger on your bottom lip. “Can you make this wet for me?” She asked sweetly.

You took her finger into your mouth.

You could think tomorrow.

You sucked gently on Minji’s finger with a hum. Her free hand was still trailing over your thigh and up your side, but now running up under your shirt a little bit. It felt so nice and you focused your attention on the gentle, soothing sensations she was giving you.

“Perfect,” she murmured, pulling her finger from your lips. She gently pressed her finger into your panties and slid it down until she found your clit. You let out a sigh as she started to rub slow, gentle circles into your sensitive bud. You spread your legs a little wider for her, enjoying the way the sensation sparked pleasure in your core.

The nails of her other hand trailed up your stomach lightly. She came just up under your chest before lazily trailing her fingers back down again. Each time you took in an inhale in anticipation before her hand moved away again. She was going slow, gently taking her time and you couldn’t complain. Your whole being felt tired from everything that had been running through your head, to every awkward and failed conversation you had had, and from it just being so late in the summer. You needed something soothing to relax you, a small reprieve if nothing else.

“Are you feeling good?” She asked quietly.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I’m so tired these days.”

“I know,” she said sympathetically. “Life isn’t easy, emotions aren’t easy.”

“They really aren’t,” you sighed, your voice starting to show signs of arousal.

Minji pressed a kiss to your neck. “You can just relax for a little bit. Let me make you feel good.”

“Please,” you sighed, hips moving slightly with her fingers as they moved a little faster. You kept your breathing as even as you could while she did so. Her fingers finally moved higher to your chest, starting to play with one of your nipples through your bra. You pressed forwards into her touch and she chuckled.

“I’m doing a good job then,” she hummed.

“Definitely,” you murmured. “Please keep going.”

“Don’t worry,” she purred. “I’m not stopping until you’re completely satisfied.”

You bit down on your lip, feeling yourself clenching from her words. Your hands found her thighs, kneading and squeezing her soft skin and holding onto her for support as your hips started to grind against her fingers a little more.

Pleasure was building in you steadily. Small huffs and breaths fell off your lips as the feeling of her touch turned you on more, made you feel better. Your head fell back gently against her shoulder and you felt her leaving kisses against your neck and cheek.

You felt her pushing up your shirt a little more before she was moving your bra cup down. You let out a small moan as she started to rub her thumb over your nipple in smooth circles, only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. You turned your head to the side, gazing at her through heavily lidded eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

She giggled. “Do you want to?”

“Mhm,” you pouted.

“Then of course,” she smiled sweetly as she leaned in, capturing you in a sweet, slow kiss, though she was quick to add tongue. You sighed into her kisses, enjoying the added feeling as her fingers continued to play with your nipples and your clit. You rolled your hips slowly into her hand, torn between asking for more and enjoying the moment you were in.

Minji seemed to read your neediness though, dipping her hand lower to draw her finger through your now wet folds. You whined slightly against her lips, pressing your hips into her touch and she chuckled into the kiss.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you just what you want,” she murmured against your lips before kissing you again.

Her finger found your entrance and gently pushed into your heat. You moaned into the kiss as a slow rush of pleasure coursed through you from the sensation. She curled her finger into you, easily finding a spot that made you feel good and had you murmuring against her lips to keep going.

You felt her hand move across your chest, exposing your other breast before she started to play with your nipple. Her movements were slightly rougher but much faster than they had been before. Slowly, you started to feel the tension building in your body.

Her finger curled and rubbed into a heavenly spot inside you, making you feel so incredibly good. You squeezed her thighs as pleasure coursed through your body, still building slowly but now enough that you were dripping and clenching here and there around her finger.

“You’re so good for me,” she murmured. You grinned at her words, feeling just a little shy. “You’re so good at making pretty sounds to tell me how you feel.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind that reminded you of something.

“It feels really good,” you breathed.

“I’m glad,” she hummed. “Do you want a little more?”

“Mhm.”

Minji pulled her finger all the way out before slowly easing two fingers into your core. Not that she needed to go slowly, you could feel that you were drenched, her fingers sinking into you very easily.

You broke away from the kiss with a gasp, looking down at your body and feeling a moan drawn from your throat. Your shorts were partially in the way but you could still see her hand moving and your own hips reacting. Both breasts were bared to the dark woods, cool breezes caressing your skin and raising goosebumps. Her fingers moved quickly, teasing the nipple between them.

“You look so cute like this,” she murmured, leaving a kiss just under your ear. “And I can feel just how wet you are, every time you clench around my fingers. Are you feeling good?”

“Mhm,” you nodded quickly, shimmying your hips a little. Some part of your brain that couldn’t quite articulate words wanted to see.

Whether she figured out what you wanted or wanted the same thing you didn’t know, but Minji brought her hand away from your chest to push your shorts and panties down more, still fingering you. You let her move your shorts and panties to your knees before kicking them off yourself. You spread your legs and groaned at the sight of her fingers sinking into your dripping cunt, clenching around her again.

“What a pretty sight,” she murmured, moving her fingers faster. More moans started to fall from your lips as the tension in your body grew more and more. You felt the way your muscles were starting to tighten as you got closer to your release, little tremors running down your thighs and hands gripping her thighs still.

Minji brought the hand that had been teasing your nipples up to your lips, pressing two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them as she spoke.

“Do you wanna cum?” Her voice was a little lower, a little smoother and it made you whine as you nodded quickly.

“Then just try and keep those legs open for me,” she purred, bringing her hand down from your mouth. The fingers inside of you started moving faster as she started to rub your clit quickly, fingers slick with your spit.

Your head fell back against her shoulder as you bit down hard on your lip as the pleasure curled through you, your body winding tighter and tighter as moans still made it past your lips regardless. Minji kept her steady quick pace.

“You’re so good,” she praised. “Just let me hear those pretty moans properly.”

You did as she said, letting your mouth fall open, gasps and moans cascading off your lips.

“You sound just perfect,” she cooed. “You look so pretty. Are you going to cum for me?”

You nodded quickly, voice lost in a series of moans.

“Can you do it when I tell you to?” She asked. “You’ve already been so good. Can you listen too?”

“Mhm,” you were wrapped up in the sound of her voice, the feeling of her fingers.

“Good.” she purred. “Five.”

Her fingers moved a little faster.

“Four.”

You gripped her thighs as tightly as you could, your own legs trembling and threatening to snap shut.

“Three.”

You moaned and whined into the night air, right on your edge.

“Two.”

Her fingers on your clit moved even faster, even more roughly.

“One.”

Her lips were brushing against your ear.

“Cum for me.”

You let out a high pitched moan as your body released. Tremors ran out through every inch of you as you rode out your high and pleasure coursed through your body. Your legs pressed in around her hands as your hips followed her fingers until your high started to subside.

You were left panting as Minji pulled her hands out from between your legs. She wrapped one arm around you to keep you steady, bringing the other hand up to your mouth. You sucked her fingers between your lips as she pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, soothing your shaking body.

“How do you feel?” She murmured, pulling her fingers from your mouth

“So good,” you hummed. “That was perfect.”

“I’m glad,” she said. “We might need to head back soon.”

“You didn’t get to-”

“Don’t you worry about that,” she hummed. “I wanted to make you feel good. And I can get some whenever I need.”

You snorted. “Seungcheol?”

“He can’t resist me,” she laughed. “So I’ll definitely be okay.”

“Okay then,” you hummed. As the shaking in your body slowed you grabbed your shorts and pulled them on as she fixed your bra and shirt. Minji helped you to your feet and you looked around.

“Which way did we even come?”

Minji giggled, taking your hand. “This way,” she said. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Jisung

Noone’s POV.:

The tension was high in the practice room. Stray Kids were practicing for an upcoming performance, with Minho and Hyunjin teaching the new choreography and with the influence of nerves, everyone was on edge. Looking at it more closely, they hadn’t been getting along very well the entire week. Most likely it was the lack of sleep causing the members to be more irritable than usual but Hyunjin was the worst. He had been kind of bitchy towards his friends for a few days now and snapped at everyone, who got a single move wrong. He even snapped at Chan. At this point, the members had stopped talking to the dancer, upset at his arrogance. They were clearly trying their hardest and all of them were tired. While they had tried to be as understanding as they possibly could, Hyunjin didn’t seem to even try to understand why not everybody could get it right on the first try. Everyone was just wishing for the day to be over but they were still hours before going home. “Alright mates, let’s have one more hour before we go and have a small lunch”, the leader announced and breathless sighs were heard all around. It wasn’t like they were done for the day, they’d continue right after lunch, that’s why they couldn’t eat too much to not make them sick. The thought of a break and a meal gave the exhausted members new motivation and Chan started the music again as soon as everyone was on their starting position. Their motivation however didn’t last long.

Towards the end of the song, the maknae lost his balance during a spin, bumping into Felix and knocking them both of their feet. Luckily, neither got hurt and Jeongin was quick to apologize for his clumsiness. They brushed it off, glad that nobody injured themselves so close to a performance but one member was about to let it go. To Hyunjin it seemed like the last straw had snapped. Why couldn’t his members just take their practice serious? How was he supposed to teach them anything when they wouldn’t stop fooling around? He could dance the choreography just fine, it really wasn’t that difficult, or was it? The dancer marched over, harsh scolding already on his lips and that’s exactly what he did. “Guys, seriously it’s not that hard. Why can’t have one, just fucking one, clean run through? If you don’t remember, the performance is close”, he hissed, holding his thumb and index finger close together, “this close.” – “Hyunjin, we know! We all know and we are trying”, Changbin said sharply, walking up behind Felix and putting his hands on the younger’s shoulders. The young Aussie was a little with Chan and Changbin as his caregivers. The rapper knew how stressed and close to slipping Felix was and Hyunjin being mean to him didn’t help at all. The entire group knew Felix was a little and usually had a rule in place, stating not to yell at any littles in the group. Well at the moment Felix was the only little but a few members had been interested in trying it out once too. “Then try harder!”, the dancer yelled storming out.

The sudden outburst prompted the maknae to burst into tears. He hadn’t meant to trip them. He wanted to get it right at least as badly as everyone else wanted it. Felix had quickly run into Chan’s arms, breathing fast and trying not to slip right then and there. The leader hugged him tightly, mumbling: “Just a bit longer. You’re doing so good mate, we’ll play and cuddle as much as you like tonight, yeah? You just need to hang on a little longer, I know you can and I’m so proud of you.” Changbin was still standing next to Jeongin and pulled the crying boy into his arms, rubbing his back. “We know you didn’t mean to, Innie. You’re trying just as hard as we are. What happened wasn’t your mistake, I really don’t know what got into that boy’s pants”, Changbin comforted. The youngest soon pulled himself together, he was still hurt and upset but crying more would hold them back even more than his mistake already had. He nodded gratefully at Changbin and dried his eyes, giving Felix an apologetic smile, knowing that getting them both yelled at had made it harder for the little not to slip. “Guys, I think somebody should go after Hyunjin”, Seungmin mumbled, “I hate fights, how should we perform well if we can’t even get along?” Chan nodded, loosening his grip on Felix: “Do you think I should go?” Most members agreed for the leader to go check on one of their main dancers but Jeongin stopped him. “Hyung, I honestly think Jisung-hyung should go. They always used to fight and therefore learned to understand each other well. If one of us can figure out what Hyunjin-hyung’s deal is, it’s probably Jisung-hyung. Plus, nobody can get mad at a squirrel anyways”, the maknae explained, looking at Jisung with pleading eyes. “Hell no, you just want me to get yelled at”, the rapper frowned but his gaze softened as he saw the genuine concern in the younger’s eyes, “Alright, I’ll check on him.”

Jisung had no idea where Hyunjin could have gone to, so he went to check the restrooms on their floor first. Should the other not be there, he’d search the studios. Soon enough though, Jisung heard muffled sniffles coming from one of the stalls at the far back. Hesitantly, he made his way to the locked stall, knocking softly. “Go ‘way” – “Come on, hyung. Talk to me please”, the younger pleaded. To his surprise the lock clicked, revealing a disheveled Hyunjin. Without pressing any further, the shorter boy pulled his hyung into a hug because he knew the older found great comfort in physical affection. They stayed silent while Jisung guided his friend towards the sinks, so he could wash the tear tracks from his face. When he didn’t think Hyunjin would say something anytime soon, the younger spoke up again: “Hyung, I can tell something’s seriously wrong. Just the way you’ve been acting lately, it’s not like you at all. You kept pushing Felix away, no matter whether he was big or little and come on, I know you love cuddling him. And ‘mean dance-instructor’? That’s Minho’s role, you’re not like that, hyung. What’s going on? You know, maybe we can help.” A broken whimper escaped the dancer, who still refused to meet his friend’s eyes. He felt guilt gnawing at his heart. Guilt for raising his voice at their maknae, who looked so terrified of his hyung. And guilt for almost making Felix slip because he understood how much the younger was struggling to push his headspace away in favor of their schedule. He probably understood better than any of the other members, better than the caregivers too. If only he could be like Felix.

“I-I’m sorry”, Hyunjin choked out, sliding down the wall next to the sink. He sat on the floor and rested his back against the wall while his long legs were drawn all the way to his chest. Jisung stayed silent, taking a seat against the wall opposite of his hyung, hoping he would go on. “I know it’s tough for Felix. It’s tough for everyone but I broke the rule which exists because it’s toughest for him. I’m sorry, I should really control myself better. I’ve been so on edge lately, I think I’m going insane, Sung”, the dancer admitted with his eyes closed, so he wouldn’t have to look at the other. The younger was heartbroken at this confession and promised: “You’re not going insane, hyung”, Jisung sympathized, “You’re stressed, we all are. We just need to get this performance over with and once we’re able to relax a bit, you’ll feel a lot better. Just please hang on for now.” Hyunjin shook his head distraught, fisting his hands in his hair and pulling. Jisung couldn’t take it any longer and moved over to sit next to his friend, carefully removing his hands from his hair while reassuring him everything would be alright soon in a hushed voice. Although the rapper meant well, his soft actions towards Hyunjin were putting the older in a difficult position. “Sung, you know Lixxie”, the dancer murmured, hugging himself, ��We’re more similar than chu guys think, hyung.”

Jisung froze. His friends voice had changed over the course of a few words. He sounded so shy suddenly. The last few words were distorted by a small but noticeable lisp, which Hyunjin never had. To top it off, the dancer had addressed Jisung as his hyung, despite being older than him. That was when it finally clicked and the rapper’s eyes widened with wonder muttering: “Jinnie, are you a little? I mean are you like Felix?” – “Nuh-uh, J-Jinnie nu little. Jinnie big, n-nu hate Jinnie, he nu little”, Hyunjin stumbled over his words, face paling and breathing speeding up. He seemed downright terrified, so Jisung took the little’s shaky hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze while choosing his next words carefully: “I wouldn’t hate Jinnie. You’re my friend and it wouldn’t matter whether you were big or little, as long as you’re happy but you’re not happy right now.” – “Nu hate Jinnie?”, the dancer whispered doubtfully, more to himself than to Jisung. “No sweetheart and if Jinnie is little right now, he should know that I’d love giving him a hug.” That was all it took for Hyunjin to throw himself into the other’s arms, tearing up again. They sat like this for a few minutes and waited for the little to calm himself down. When he finally pulled away, he looked at Jisung with sad eyes, fiddling with his shirt. “Jinnie nu have been little in thiiiiis long”, he admitted spreading his long arms as far apart as he could. The rapper mirrored his gesture: “Really this long?” – “Nuh, thiiis long”, Hyunjin corrected, and repeated the motion, his arms being longer than Jisung’s and therefore spreading further. “I see”, Jisung nodded, “that’s really long.” The little agreed and looked at the other with big eyes. He really wanted to go home to his plushies. Seemingly able to read minds, the rapper asked: “How about you wait here for a minute while I go get our bags, then we can go home. I’ll just tell the others you weren’t feeling well and need to rest a bit.”

It didn’t take Jisung very long but the entire time he had been terrified somebody would enter the restroom and run into Hyunjin before he could get back to the little. Chan had raised an eyebrow at him but trusted his friend. The rapper pushed the thought of having to catch up with all the dance practice he was missing right now to the very back of his mind. His friend was more important to him at the moment. When he entered the restroom again, the little was exactly where he had left him, pouting at Jisung with glossy eyes. “Come on sweets, let’s go”, he smiled. The little shook his head, taking his bag out of the other’s hands and searching one of the hidden side-pockets. He quickly found what he was looking for, shoving his emergency-pacifier between his lips before nodding at the rapper that he was ready to go now. The squirrel-like boy was ready to melt right then and there and he stroked the little’s cheek fondly before putting a mask on him to hide the pacifier. Now they were really ready to go. The way to the dorm was quiet with Hyunjin not being able to talk properly behind the paci and fearing to give himself away. Jisung spent the time deep in thought. Little Jinnie had stolen his heart in a split second and the rapper could only hope, he’d see his hyung regress more in the future. Did he have a caregiver? Probably not, if he did, why didn’t his caregiver ensure he’d regress? Chan and Changbin always made sure Felix got to regress as often as he needed to. The past week had clearly proved just how harmful it was for a little to be forced into being big all the time. Jisung didn’t want his friend to hurt like that ever again but even if he didn’t have a caregiver already, would he accept the rapper to take care of him?

Back at the dorm, Jisung ran a warm bath for the little, making sure to dd lots of bubbles and a cute rubber ducky they kept in their shower. He let the dancer relax his sore muscles for a while and used the time to prepare lunch for both of them. Then he went back to the bathroom to find Hyunjin got too distracted playing with the bath toy to remember washing his hair, so the rapper squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into his hand. He motioned for the little to lean his back against the side of the bathtub and started working his fingers through the other’s long hair, giving his scalp a gentle massage. The dancer closed his eyes and a content smile spread across his face. Jisung was sure if Hyunjin was a cat, he’d be purring by now. The rapper was glad he had hung a towel over the bathroom heater because now he was able to wrap the little up in the warm fluffy fabric before going to detangle his friend’s hair. Jinnie had warmed up to Jisung more and more and kept trying to cuddle into the rapper, who was brushing his hair. It was safe to say that by the end of it, the rapper was soaked too, so they both changed into fresh shorts and hoodies. The little was surprisingly well behaved, probably because he was worried his ‘hyung’ would walk out on him if he acted up. Since Felix barely ever regressed in front of the entire group, only in front of his caregivers, Jisung barely had any experience caring for a little but it seemed he had made the right choice on their meal. Hyunjin happily munched on his chicken nuggets, not noticing the other’s eyes shining with adoration while the rapper almost forgot to eat his own food. The dancer was a shy little, barely meeting Jisung’s eyes and staying quiet most of the time. After their talk in the company restroom, there hadn’t been much conversation, both boys busy with their own thoughts. The little was enjoying his time with Jisung. He hadn’t been in his headspace for an exceedingly long timespan and even before he stopped regressing, he never had a caregiver. The dancer wasn’t sure how to act towards his friend. Sure, he enjoyed the other taking care of him but he was terrified that this was a one-time thing and he’d be on his own, should he regress again.

The little was in a true dilemma but was pulled from his thoughts when a strawberry appeared in front of his face. “Say ‘aaah’ Jinnie” – “Aaaah”, he complied, wanting to be a good boy. As soon as he opened his mouth, Jisung put the strawberry in, causing the little to turn as bright red as the fruit itself. The rapper giggle, stroking his still damp hair, before picking up the next strawberry. Hyunjin could just watch him with sparkling eyes while allowing the other to feed him. At that moment the little knew for sure he didn’t want to regress without a caregiver anymore and that he really wished Jisung would take care of little Jinnie. He just always seemed to know what the dancer needed before the other knew it himself. Hyunjin really enjoyed the other’s affection and decided to relish it for as long as it lasted. He just wouldn’t regress anymore in the future, since this was only a one-time thing. The little really tried to be happy and enjoy his time with Jisung but the thought of this being the last time was always at the back of his mind.

When they had finished their meal and the rapper had cleaned the dishes, he pulled Hyunjin along to cuddle on the couch, who was more than ready to comply. He turned on whatever cartoon he found by switching through the channels and let it play as soothing background noise before addressing an uncomfortable topic: “Jinnie, you know the others will be back in some time. You should probably tell them that you’re a little, they’ve been worried about what has been going on recently. I know it sounds scary, honey, but they accepted Felix too, didn’t they? I’m sure they’ll love little you”, he assured when he saw the horror on the littles face, “Plus, if they know, they can help make time for you to regress so incidents like today don’t happen again.” Hyunjin shook his head furiously and Jisung stroked his hair to calm him down. “Jinnie nu be little again”, he whimpered, burying his face in the rapper’s chest. Jisung pulled him tighter into his arms and allowed the little to chew on the cord of his hoodie because it seemed to help him relax. After placing a quick peck on the other’s hairline, Jisung whispered: “Sweetie, you can’t just not be little again, that’s too dangerous and, you know, I’d miss little Minnie. I’d be really sad if I didn’t get to see him again. So sad, I’d probably cry.” – “Nuh, nu hyungie nu cwy”, the dancer shot up, staring at his face in worry. He let Jisung pull him back down to rest on the rapper’s chest again, where he felt the low rumble of the other’s voice. “Are you scared of being little?”, Jisung asked carefully, rubbing the boy’s back, “You don’t have a caregiver, do you? He would have made sure you wouldn’t suppress your littlespace.” The little didn’t answer, he just played with the cord of Jisung’s hoodie, so the rapper decided to continue, pushing back his own nerves: “Jinnie, I fully understand if you don’t trust me enough for that yet but you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met. Seeing you sad or hurting breaks my heart, so if you’d take me as your caregiver, I’d give my most to never let you hurt again.”

The little could barely grasp what was happening to him. One moment he had promised himself never to be little again and the next he had the caregiver of his dreams. After studying the rapper’s face for a few minutes, trying to figure out whether the offer was sincere, he cuddled up as closely as he could to Jisung repeatedly muttering “tank chu”. Jisung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding: “No, thank you, my prince. For a moment I thought you were going to say no.” – “Nu say nu to chu. Chu da bestest. Nu wan be little if was without chu”, Hyunjin denied. “That’s why you say you wouldn’t be little again?”, the rapper asked in disbelieve as his prince nodded against his chest, not letting go. Well, Jisung wouldn’t let go of his prince either.

#skz #stray kids #little #little space #headspace #comfort #angst #fluff #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #agere #age regression #cute #fanfiction

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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Encroaching Shadows

Summary: In which Natsuhiko has to come to terms with the terror he's willingly associated himself with for his lady's sake. Or at least he tries.

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suicide and minor violence.

Notes: I think the broadcasting club is neat. I would like more material that fleshes out their character. There’s not a lot of fan-material that does so, and thus I wrote this fic to fill some of that void. Also I was just really interested in the idea of exploring Natsuhiko and his relationships (particularly with Tsukasa). He’s surprisingly valid for a simp.

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The school bell resounded through the halls. Orange light filtered through the windows, and there, encased in the encroaching shadows, a pair of students laid entwined on the floor.

It’s strange, Natsuhiko thought. It’s so cold. Even though we’re close.

He wants to laugh, but it hurts too much to do so and he’s just tired. So, so tired. There’s dust particles fluttering about in the air—and there’s blood streaking the floor and his uniform. The hand he has in his grasp has long gone limp, but it’s still pliable. His heart is still hammering stubbornly, and he does crack a smile.

Looks like I’m slow to die, too.

For now, he supposes he can enjoy the moment. She’s always been so cold, tense, and distant, but now she’s close and relaxed. She looks like she’s sleeping. She’s beautiful.

Natsuhiko uses his free hand to brush back the strands of spring green, still vibrant against her pale cheeks. She doesn’t so much as stir. But it does feel—strange. Like rubber, almost. She’s still cold. She’s still freezing. When he inhales, bitter iron mingles with only remnants of her natural perfume.

It’s cold. It still hurts. He doesn’t know if he can sleep like this. It’s taking what feels like forever.

I’m tired, but I don’t—I don’t...?

Oh. Wow. He’s shaking.

I-I don’t want to—

He wants to scream, but he’s frozen in place, held there by a beautiful dead girl.

“What’s thiiiiis?”

Natsuhiko blinks. The new voice isn’t what he expected. Innocent curiosity instead of a scream of horror. Something drifts closer—even though he can’t hear any footprints. But when his head shifts, he does see a round childish face, with wide eyes and two little fangs peaking from his open mouth.

A kid...?

The kid isn’t wearing the school’s uniform, but upon meeting his stare, he pulls down his hat and grins.

“It’s nice to meet you! I’m Tsukasa! You called me, huh?”

“Called...?” The words are sluggish. Of course, Natsuhiko is having difficulty speaking. It still hurts so bad that he has to gasp pretty greedily for air as he does. “N-No, no, you don’t understand.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the kid chirped, now with a terrifyingly vacant expression. “I meant her.” In the reflection in Natsuhiko’s wild and disbelieving stare, the kid’s lips curved upwards in what couldn’t possibly be described as a smile. “Sakura, right?”

In the end, it was Natsuhiko’s screaming that alerted someone else.

“There is the near shore, and the far shore,” Tsukasa sing-songs. “The only way to cross is either through cooperation or to die. I don’t really care for that. I just help those who’ve drowned in-between.”

He twirls around.

“It’s funny. How many wishes you make when you’re dying. When you’re dead. It’s also pretty sad, so I don’t miiiiind granting them. That said, I can’t do them for free! I require payment!”

She stares, expressionless and cold.

“You’ve already given up your life,” he reminded her cheerfully. “After that—what’s a little more?”

“You can grant any wish?” she asks, simple and unperturbed.

“Any, any! Even if it’s supposed to be impossible! I’m not like my brother, you know!” Tsukasa beams, leaning in close, with the glittering gaze of a predator. “Those who try to tell you anything’s impossible are liars. I don’t like liars.”

She’s still unmoved.

“Then, I...”

She only hesitates for the briefest of moments.

“I’ll give anything, Hanako-san.”

A lot of people have been giving Natsuhiko pitying stares, no matter how often he smiles or laughs them off. Even the teachers are going pretty painfully easy on him. It was pretty nice, considering how he was used to looks of contempt for the longest time before. At least, it was nice—until it started feeling too fake and fleeting to stand.

“If you need anyone, I’m here to listen,” a classmate says to him. He thinks it’s the class president? They’ve literally never held a conversation outside of Natsuhiko being scolded for taking things too lightly. And now, this person is saying, “Take care of yourself, okay, Hyuuga-kun?”

It feels like a joke, so he smiles. It’s not very funny, but he still laughs.

“It’s fine, it’s fine!”

He doesn’t want to be here, so he escapes. All the way back to the room where everything changed. Where the only person who treats him normally remains. She’s sipping tea and at true ease.

“My lady,” he greets. “I’m—”

“Supposed to be in class,” she cuts him off. “What are you doing here? Leave. Right this instance.”

It’s only here where his smile twitches.

“I’d rather be with you.”

“Sakura,” a kid cuts in, floating by with a wide, inquiring gaze. “Is that guy your boyfriend?”

“He’s not,” she replies curtly. “He is little more than a nuisance.”

So harsh! But he does laugh sincerely.

“Am I your boyfriend?”

Wait, no! Now, he can actually panic.

“No.” She doesn’t miss a beat. “That is not our relationship. I am your assistant and nothing more.”

“Oh, okay!” The kid still embraces her tightly, much to Natsuhiko’s despair. The brat even has an innocent smile on his face as he does so. “She’s my assistant and you’re an annoyance! So, hurry up and leave!”

“Sorry,” Natsuhiko said, shaking his head. “Uh, no can do. See, it’s so suffocating that I might actually die for real. Sorry, my lady. Do you mind me being selfish for a while?”

Sakura gives him a long hard look. Because she loves him, she’s visibly irritated. But because she’s too kind for her own good, she sighs and nods.

“Very well. Just do not expect me to pay you more mind than the air.”

She’s really great, and Natsuhiko’s all too happy to sit down in the corner and admire her, especially admire the way light rays catch on her heavenly visage. It’s just a shame that the brat is a blight in black, drifting behind like a shadow. The kid’s quick to ignore him, reaching out across the table and stuffing his face with the treats laid out.

He eats messily, licking his fingers like a greedy, greedy child. Sakura sets her tea aside, sighs, and hands him a handkerchief to wipe his face off with. He, of course, blows his nose in it.

“I’ve been thinking,” the kid says. “How about the story of the youkai?”

“We should space out the rumors,” Sakura replied. “If we are too aggressive too quickly, those who stop us will act fast.” A pause. “Patience, Hanako-san. Think about the long run. Think about how much you’d like to accomplish.”

The kid bites his hand on accident, but he doesn’t even bat an eye and just keeps on eating.

“Long run?” He swallows, and then he laps at the injury on his hand just as a cat would. “Are we going somewhere? I still haven’t figured out a way to leave the school, Sakura.”

“I meant metaphorically. That surely, you want better results that last, rather than an inconvenient burst that fizzles.” She holds out her hand. “Let me bandage you up.”

The kid stuck his entire hand into his mouth. Sakura twitched. Natsuhiko got up and retrieved a small kit they kept in the club room, one that only he really used.

“Kid,” he said. “How about you let my lady do all the planning for now? She used to be top of her class, you know. She’s very smart.” Walking up to them, he pulled the kid’s hand out of his mouth and began to wipe it off. “Just relax.”

The little asswipe spat in his face. Natsuhiko accidentally got it in his mouth, shuddered, and he began to turn quite pale. He most certainly ended up gagging into the trashcan.

“Don’t do that,” Sakura reprimanded. “If you are getting unruly, you should go for a walk to clear your mind instead.” Then, directed to the still slumped Natsuhiko, “You can keep an eye on him, can’t you?”

“E-Eh?” Weakly and dizzily, he lifted his head. “You’re not coming with?”

“I’d rather have time by myself to think, if that is to be allowed.” She looked toward the kid patiently. Natsuhiko didn’t remark on it. The way Sakura was clearly waiting for permission. The way the kid grinned.

“Sure, why not! I’m getting bored of this room anyway!”

Swallowing back his own bile, Natsuhiko forced an irritated smile before making his way over and pulling the kid by the arm.

“You’re not going to immediately run off and cause trouble, right?”

The kid beams up at him, too. And then he spits on his face again.

The thing is, as horrible as the brat is, Natsuhiko does find himself fretting when the kid wanders too far off for reasons beyond everyone else’s sake.

“Can you stay close?” he practically begs. “Do you need your hand held or what?”

The kid blinks wide eyes at him. The widest pair of eyes that Natsuhiko has ever seen. He sticks out the hand that’s been bandaged, and Natsuhiko is too taken aback to do anything but mutely take it.

What the hell? It’s almost like he actually is a kid.

It’s—weirdly nostalgic. There had been a time where Natsuhiko found a lost kid before. She had been bawling her eyes out and crying for her mother, and obviously, he couldn’t leave her alone. She gripped his hand tightly enough to bruise, but she had been precious all the same. It had been enough to make Natsuhiko wish he had a younger sibling of his own.

This wasn’t exactly like that, because this kid—Tsukasa, right—was a terror and probably a demon. But his hand was still small in Natsuhiko’s own, and Natsuhiko could almost pretend it hadn’t been used to tear smaller spirits into smaller pieces.

Maybe, he thought, squeezing that deceptively small hand. This kid, he—just needs guidance? Like an older sibling?

The kid was now staring in the same direction that Natsuhiko was, seemingly confused as if there was something that caught his attention. He’s squinting, too, as if there’s something beyond all that nothing.

“Tsukasa, right?” Natsuhiko finally spoke up, getting his attention.

“That’s me!” The kid beamed. “Did you somehow forget?”

It’s because I get confused. That’s not what the lady calls you. But, he knows he’s dumb so he doesn’t expect it to make sense even if it’s explained to him. “Uh. There anywhere in particular you want to go?”

Tsukasa hums thoughtfully.

“Theeeee—garden? Maybe?”

“Ooh, good choice,” Natsuhiko agrees amicably. “There are some cute girls in the gardening club after all.”

“I want to eat everything there.”

“Haha... I hear there’s a great view from one of the windows. Let’s go there instead.”

“Mmkay.”

Tsukasa half-dangles out of window, and Natsuhiko has to keep a secure grip on the back of his robe so that he doesn’t fall. He has no doubts that Tsukasa is completely indifferent towards the girls tending the flowers. Actually, he seems to be waving his arms at a bird perched below.

Natsuhiko, thinking of a cat, tugged him back so that the bird remained safely out of the demon brat’s reach.

He’s more than a handful, alright. Because of him, the lady suffers even more than she already had. But also because of him, she’s still here. So how should I feel towards him, exactly?

He doesn’t really want to feel gratitude or indebted, even if the kid had been well-meaning in his intervention. He’s definitely irritated, aggravated, and concerned about this kid the way he’d be worried about a ticking time bomb. Although because of the kid’s appearance being that of, well, a kid, he can’t deny there being a protective aspect as well.

“Oh.”

Case in point, Natushiko’s grip slipped enough that Tsukasa would’ve fallen out the window and that only earned a dulled response from the kid. Meanwhile, Natsuhiko yelped and managed to grab his ankles at the last minute and yanked him back in with, of course, an angry bird that was fluttering and squirming in the kid’s grasp.

“Let that go!” Natsuhiko snapped, slapping his wrists so that he’d release the poor thing and the bird wasted no time in flying away in several desperate wing flaps. “Also, be more careful! No more hanging out of windows, alright, kid?!”

“I don’t get the big deal,” the brat replied. “It’s not like I would’ve died.”

“That’s—!” Completely true. He’s a ghost. He wasn’t at any actual risk. But. I... “Not the problem! I would’ve had to run down so many stairs to make sure you didn’t cause real damage! Especially to the garden! It’s no good to make girls cry, y’know! Especially girls as cute as those!”

Tsukasa had already lost interest and was now gathering the feathers scattered across the floor. He observed the speckled ones with wide eyes, and Natsuhiko could only heave out a heavy sigh.

This brat... This piece of shit devil brat...

“You really are a kid, aren’t you?” He kneels down to gather feathers as well, chuckling as he did. “You’re especially bad-behaved, though.”

“Mm.” Tsukasa nods, so at least he’s aware of that. “So people say.”

So people say... Were you like this even as a human? How long have you been a kid, exactly? And—how many of those years were spent alone?

“Mm?” Tsukasa blinks at him owlishly and then he starts counting on his fingers. “Um, ten... Twenty... Thirty? What year is it?”

“Year?” Natsuhiko repeated dumbly. “Did I—ask that aloud?”

“I died... What year was it?” Tsukasa’s head tilts as he thinks it over. “Um. Ummm. It was—right. No. Um.” His face scrunches up. “Amane and I heard on the radio. Man just walked on the moon. Right! That was 1969!” He blinks several times, smile frozen. “Was that...the year I died?”

“1969?!” Natsuhiko choked. “K-Kid, that—that was like, fifty years ago!”

“Fifty! Yeah!” Tsukasa exclaimed delightedly, pointing at him with the feather before beaming. “Fifty years! It’s been fifty!”

“W-Well, it hasn’t been exactly fifty,” Natsuhiko mutters, flustered, to Tsukasa’s confusion. “But like, it has been a while. That was... Jeez, that was before my parents were born.”

“Yeah,” Tsukasa agrees, almost distantly. “Phones can be carried around now. Super weird.”

Fifty and even forty years are a pretty long time. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was beyond his comprehension. Standing up, he folded his arms.

“Alright, so I guess now’s as good a time as any. Listen, kid. We’re going to be associated for however long you need the lady for, so we might as well get along, yeah?” Of course, Tsukasa was shuffling through his feathers to see all the different designs he had. Attention span of a squirrel, this kid, but Natsuhiko pushed through, fueled by his determination. “That said, you clearly need someone to watch over you and make sure you don’t get into trouble. So, from now on, you can consider me your big brother, yeah?” He winked as Tsukasa looked up at him. “I promise I’ll be nice and spoil you from time to time.”

Tsukasa’s expression was completely unreadable. Natsuhiko, still smiling, offered his hand to help the other up. To his relief, the kid took his hand—and then to his immediate horror, the kid twisted his arm in a way that threatened to break bone. Before he could even get out a plea, he was slammed into the wall. He yelped, his heart pounding.

“K-Kid?! Hey?! C-Come on, if I said something wrong, you could’ve just yelled at me...!” He feels his jaw swelling from the impact and winces as Tsukasa presses his wrist harder into his back. His legs were shaking. “K-Kid... Kid, please... Please...”

“I,” Tsukasa inhales and huffs into his ear. To do so, he must have been standing on his tippy toes, and the realization that this runt could very well kill him and nobody would be able to do anything had Natsuhiko’s breath hitch in hysterics. Tsukasa just goes on, “I already have a big brother. You’re not to take his place.”

“O-Okay!” Natsuhiko cried, trembling. “Okay, okay! I won’t! P-Promise! I’m sorry!”

Tsukasa doesn’t respond. For a few heart-pounding seconds, Natsuhiko lets his eyes screw shut, tears seeping through and then—nothing. The kid lets him go. And when Natsuhiko tentatively looks back, hand instinctively going to his bruised jaw. No one was there. No one at all.

“...kid?”

“Oh gosh!” someone exclaims and Natsuhiko just sees it’s one of his classmates rushing up, face awash in alarm. “Hyuuga-kun, are you okay?! Did someone attack you?”

“I just...” Gaze dropping, all Natsuhiko observes is the scattered mess of feathers. “A, huh, bird flew in and I had a hell of a time getting it to leave... I guess. Haha.”

Seriously—what the hell was that even about?

“U-Um... My lady, we, um, we have a problem.”

In his shame, he can only return to the broadcasting club empty-handed. The lady perks up from her reading, expression impassive as Natsuhiko ducks his head and avoids her stare.

“I uh, I don’t...know where the kid is.”

“What happened to your face, Natsuhiko?”

Normally, he’d light up from her show of concern, but he just flinches instead, grimacing.

“Said something that made the kid angry. I...” He laughs it off. “Did you know he had a big brother?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Of course I did.”

That had him jolt with surprise.

“W-Wha, for real?!”

“The other Hanako-san,” she explained simply. “He mentions him all the time. You never noticed?”

“Mentions... Who?” The gears began to turn and after a while, Natsuhiko gasped, figuring it out. “Amane?!”

“That was his brother’s human name, yes.”

“No way! I thought that was an old crush!” Under the lady’s withering stare, he hurriedly added, “O-Or like, a sister. Because, uh, Amane’s a girl’s name...”

“It’s gender-neutral, Natsuhiko.”

“Yeah... Guess so.” He nods along. “Uh, wow. Okay. So... Wait. Other Hanako-san?”

“How badly did he hurt you?”

Natsuhiko held up his bandaged wrist with a chuckle. “Sprained it a bit but nothing too severe, thank god. But that kid’s seriously scary, my lady.”

“You were fortunate,” she said softly. “In his current state, he cannot cause much harm. He is still weak, for the time being.”

Geez, if that’s weak, I’m even more terrified.

“Do not worry about his absence,” she goes on. “Because of his state, he will return shortly. He cannot move around much and could be banished back here with something as small as a splash of hot tea.” Coincidentally, she sips the tea she has laying out. “I apologize, however. You got mixed up in this mess because of me.”

“And I don’t mind it if it’s for your sake!” He’d grab her hand but his wrist hurts too much to do that, so he just makes the gesture limply in the air. She stares at him with disdain, and it brings much more positive shivers down his spine.

Then, that lovely gaze dulls, and her frown deepens.

“So,” he says. “Uh. What’s this about another—Hanako-san?”

“That child grants the wishes of the dead,” she said. “But his brother grants the wishes of the living. Not everyone can summon him, however.”

“Huuuuh. I see.” Natsuhiko rubs his chin, and winces because he accidentally messes with his jaw. “Maybe I could try and see if he can keep the kid in check better? I mean, I could probably see him.”

Although what am I going to do if the older brother has an even worse temper?

“Do not do anything unnecessary,” the lady snapped at him. “Understand, Natsuhiko?”

Anger borne of concern is good, though.

“Got’cha~!”

He agreed without a second thought but a part of him still wondered. Now that he wasn’t afraid for his life, he could mull things over better.

Older brother who grants the wishes of the living... If he’s at all better behaved, why couldn’t we have ended up with him?

Well. He knows why. He’s stupid and dense, but he’s not completely blind to his situation and surroundings. He could only wish to be so ignorant, that way he wouldn’t notice the pitying and weary looks he gets for reasons beyond his personality. He hasn’t been asked any questions about that day him and the lady were discovered in the classroom, and that’s for the better. Because there’s nothing to say. No answer to give.

He had already agreed to sever ties by staying with her. The least he can do is commit even when the initial plan falls through due to one violent little runt with a brother complex.

Still.

“I’m back!”

Without a care, as if he never lost his temper, the kid drops in and clings to the lady much to Natsuhiko’s gritted dismay.

“You should not lose your temper so easily,” the lady reprimanded, albeit gently. “Natsuhiko is not worth throwing a tantrum over.”

“Ehhh? You really think so?” The kid turns those big eyes back at him, and all Natsuhiko can do is force a smile and wave with his bandaged hand. Pursing his lips, the kid looked contemplative. “Okay.” He buries his face into the lady’s hair. “Sakura, I’m tired.”

“You overdid it,” she said, and Natsuhiko watches as the kid slumps against her.

“I’m really, really tired, Sakura.”

“Because you overdid it.”

“Read me something!”

Natsuhiko twitched as the lady simply sighed.

“Natsuhiko, pull up a chair for him.”

He does so, lips pressed tightly together and he doesn’t say anything even though the kid clamors into the chair and doesn’t even sit in it properly. He just props his head against the back and lets his eyes fall shut as the lady reads her book aloud in a droning voice. The kid falls into a not-quite rest, but Natsuhiko knows better at this point. He’s stupid, but he can figure stuff out.

The evening bell to signal that the school day was over is resounding. Natsuhiko wonders if anyone’s worried about him. He shakes his head, deciding it doesn’t matter.

“So that white expanse up there is really made up of stars?” The lady crooned, and the kid answers with a content hum. “No matter how long he looked at it, he just couldn’t imagine space being the cold, empty place his teacher had said it was.”

The shadows begin to creep in, the sun setting, and it wouldn’t be long before the last living soul was lost in the whispers.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #natsuhiko hyuuga #tsukasa yugi #sakura nanamine #Magi Fics

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t4t-lumpygrab · 3 years

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Rose

Woop here’s Fluffember number 2! I haven’t been crossposting my most recent fics but I’m doing it now :) (also pssst I drew fanart for this one here)

The coronation ceremony had gone smoothly and all according to the weird royal protocol of Lumpy Space. Lemongrab hadn’t got a chance to see LSP before she appeared on the raised cloud with her parents. She’d been so high up, overlooking all of Lumpy Space and its inhabitants Lemongrab couldn’t help but think she looked like an angel. She was so serene and beautiful as she daintily held the sceptre and took her vows- or she was until she saw him in the crowd and waved at him. The entire congregation turned to look at him and he was so embarrassed he nearly ran to the edge of the cloud and jumped off.

Fortunately LSP didn’t seem to notice the bouquet he’d hidden behind his back. He’d read in books that you were supposed to get your girlfriend flowers, which was understandable, flowers were pretty and they smelled nice- he would like to get some too. But there were so many different types he hadn’t known what to get. And LSP deserved the best, prettiest, nicest flower in existence.

Fortunately Treetrunks had found him glaring at a lily in a flower shop while the florist looked at him in terror and helped him. Apparently red roses were the best. A symbol of love. He’d wanted to get her something purple but according to Treetrunks the redder they were the more love they symbolised, so he chose the reddest he could find. He pulled them out as he stood waiting for her near the food stands people had set up to make money off the crowd. He touched one of the flowers, tracing a finger round the pattern of its velvety petals. Each one so red, red, red…

“Red red red-” Marceline flew over the crowd in a panic and cursed herself. How could she have left her apples at home! She was starving and if she got any hungry she’d turn into a feral beast for sure. And with all these innocent lumpy people around… she shuddered to think what she’d do if she didn’t find some red soon.

Her eyes darted around. Every inch of Lumpy Space was purple- why was it so purple! Didn’t these people get bored of looking at the same stupid colour all the time. The other Ooo royalty that had come to watch the coronation were standing in a group together and maybe it was possible to drink the red from Flame Princess? She thought about how badly Finn had burned his mouth kissing her and decided not to.

She looked down despairingly and then she saw it. A vibrant scarlet splash. She flew down to it and pulled up next to Lemongrab. He clutched his roses tighter and acknowledged her with a “Nnnngh… Stepmother.”

“What’s that you got there?” She pointed at his flowers, already salivating.

“This is myyyy precious gift… for myy princess. Though I suppose she is my queen now. Hm.” Marceline felt almost bad drinking the red from his present, but it was that or massacre innocents.

She pointed at something over his shoulder. “Dude! Look! Some guy is selling lemonade isn’t that like, sooooo offensive to you? You know, since you’re a lemon.”

Lemongrab gullibly turned. “I like lemonade! Is there lemonade here?” There was a slurping sound next to him and when he turned back Marceline had sucked almost all of the red out of his roses.

He screamed. “EVIL! EVIL! UNACCEPTABLE! YOU WICKED VAMPIRE I WILL SMITE YOU FOR THIS-” Marceline flew back before he could take a swing at her with his clenched yellow fist.

“Sorry dude but a girl’s gotta eat. Sorry about your roses, I’ll make it up to you later- I’ll buy you like, I dunno, a goldfish or something. Bye!” With that she vanished.

Lemongrab looked down at what had been his bouquet in misery. The sucked out colour had left a dull monochrome grey behind, the only red left was around the edges where Marceline’s hungry teeth hadn’t reached. It had gone from something beautiful and deserving of her to something ugly.

He’d thought about how happy she’d be when he gave them to her but now she’d probably be weirded out, or even worse, upset. And he'd been so careful to put on his best suit (technically t was the first earl's best black suit and the second earl's best whit suit cut in half and stitched together) and spent ages tying his lime green tie to look nice for her. But it would all be for nothing if she felt insulted. Would she even want to keep dating him?

“Heeey Lemmy~” oh no. He hadn’t had time to get rid of them! LSP had taken her crown off and she floated over to him with a smile. He tried to stash the ruined flowers behind his back but wasn’t fast enough. This time she did see them. “Wait are those like, flowers? For real.”

Lemongrab sadly produced the black and white bouquet. “They were supposed to beeee red… my wicked stepmother ate all theee colour. Unacceptable behaviour...”

LSP wordlessly took it from him and stared at it. He fidgeted anxiously to see her reaction but instead of getting upset she smiled. “They’re pretty.”

"Really?" he asked hopefully and she nodded.

LSP buried her face in the bouquet. The petals were velvety and cool against her hot, blushing face and she smiled as she nuzzled them. They smelled really strongly so it felt like she’d submerged herself in a sweet scented world. She’d never smelled roses before. Because no boy had ever loved her strongly enough to gift her them. Ne had ever loved her as much as Lemongrab did. Tears pricked her eyes and she let out one small sob.

“AAAA!!! NOOOOO PRINCESS DON’T CRY! IF YOU HATE THEM THAT MUCH I WILL BURN THEM!” Lemongrab panicked and she quickly scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I like them. I like, lumping love them.” She told him, “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before… You’re the first.”

“Oh? Oh! Ha ha I see!” Lemongrab grinned, “I am… very happy to be theee first!”

“You don’t have to be like, lumping cocky about it." She muttered, hiding her face behind the flowers, "You’re also the first guy I’ve seen get knocked out by a manticore on a first date.”

Lemongrab frowned and pouted at her. “I did not mean it in a cocky way… It’s just, um," Lemongrab got flustered as he tried to explain, "you are myyy first g-girlfriend.. And my first kiss, and-and thiiiiiings like that. You’ve showed me lots of new things but I haven’t shown you anything. It hurts me sometimes. I am not even the first Lemongrab. Everything I can give people… they’ve already seen...” he said sadly.

“Iiii did not know it felt so nice… to be the one who first shows someone something beautiful.” Lemongrab was smiling at her. She’d seen him happy before, even really happy. But now he was just glowing. He really had shown her something beautiful.

She couldn’t take it anymore. LSP grabbed his tie and yanked. Lemongrab’s eyes widened at being jerked towards her and widened even more when she kissed him. LSP gave him a soft kiss and teasingly ran her tongue over his bottom lip. She felt him shiver. She let go of his tie to touch his chest and felt the excited thumping of his heart as she slipped herself into his mouth.

His trembling hands traced the curves of her body and it was her turn to shiver as he wrapped an arm around to pull her close to him. They made out. It wasn’t like the nasty, wet, aggressive makeouts she’d had with Brad in the past that left her feeling wrong and objectified. It was soft and gentle, like the smell of roses. When they pulled away, breathless and smiling, Lemongrab cupped his hands around her face and lent in to kiss her soft and deep and good.

He kept his hands there as they looked at each other. “You know,” she said eventually, “your flowers aren’t the only thing changing colour around here.”

“What?”

She poked his cheek. “You’ve gone bright green.”

Lemongrab let go of her to cover his furiously blushing face and she couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was.

“Maybe I should call you Limegrab I mean, you’re literally the same green as your tie.” she quipped and dug her elbow into his as she floated past him, “Anyway imma go put these in some water, you coming or what?”

“I-I need tooo go clear my head!” Lemongrab yelped and then practically ran away to go scream behind a food vendor.

LSP smiled at him and looked back down at her flowers. Despite the splashes of red on some of the petals they were mostly grey, and she hadn’t told him this but they were the same colour as Lemongrab’s work uniform. So she didn’t mind the colour.

She touched the squishy petals again and thought about other similarities. A lot of people might be put off by a rose’s thorns. They might think that just because it could cut them or because they’d been hurt by one in the past that it would hurt them. People might even say that they took too much effort to look after and not bother with them. But thorns and all, roses were so beautiful to her. Just liked Lemongrab was.

He sheepishly came out from behind the stall and came up to her. "We can go now."

To his surprise, she nuzzled his shoulder and buried her face in his chest. And even though Lemongrab's lemony scent was very different from the smell of the flowers, it was just as sweet. Her rose.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years

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~Love Is Sacrifice~

Oh hey everybody here’s a sequel to Love Is Blind! Enjoy!! Happy birthday, Slash! <3

Special shout outs to @misslivvie and @smokeandmirrorz because you both love this one~ <3

~Shandi

“You really want to do this?”

“I must. I have to let my friends know I’m still alive. I think I have let them suffer long enough.”

It had been a few months since Steven had decided to remain with Saul the Gorgon. To be his first human friend, and eventually his lover. He had become content with his life. He didn’t need to see. He had Saul to love and cherish him. He was happy.

But soon he began to realize how much he missed his friends. How none of them knew he still lived, especially Duff..and his heart couldn’t bear it any longer. He had to return.

“I don’t know how I feel about you climbing down the mountain alone.” Saul wrapped the end of his tail around Steven’s wrist and pulled him closer. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened..”

“Saul~” Steven smiled, tracing the patterns of the Gorgon’s scales. “Why don’t you come with me if you’re so worried? My friends should know who I have been spending all this time with~”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“If you knew what I looked like you would know why.”

“We’ll disguise you then~”

“Disguise..?”

“Well..if you have the ability to give yourself legs you can come up with a decent disguise, right~?”

Saul grunted. “Alright..fair point.” He concentrated his power, slowly turning his tail into a pair of scaled legs and shrouding himself in a floor length cloak as black as the night. The snakes on his head objected to being covered but he soon silenced them with a promise of more fruit. “I am ready. Let’s go.” Steven took his hand. “I will follow wherever you lead~”

~*~

Night had fallen by the time they reached Steven’s village. It was a blessing to Saul. They could move without attracting attention. “What home am I looking for?”

“Has night fallen?”

“Yes.”

“Izzy usually goes outside to smoke around nightfall. He enjoys the quiet~ Look for a man with long black hair.” Saul’s reptilian eyes zeroed in on a man leaning against a wooden cabin with a cigarette loosely dangling from his lips.There were heavy dark rings under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days..maybe weeks. “I think I found him.”

“Izzy?” Steven called aloud. The man was so startled by his voice his cigarette fell to the ground. “S-Stevie..? No..that’s impossible.. You’re dead!!”

“I’m not! I’m real!” He ran to Izzy and hugged him. “You see~?” Izzy wasn’t even sure where to put his hands. “But Duff told us..the Gorgon..”

“Yes, it’s true. The Gorgon did attack and intended to eat us..but he let me go soon after I convinced him to spare Duff’s life. We’d been living together these past few months. I felt it was finally time to stop hiding.”

“Is that him?” Izzy pointed to Saul’s shrouded form. Steven nodded. “Yes, this is Saul. Please..be kind to him. He’s not a monster. He’s been taking care of me.”

“Guess I should be grateful then. C’mon let’s go inside. I don’t trust anybody around here to not start blabbing about ‘the stranger in town’.” Steven took Saul’s hand again and led him inside. “I’ll be right by your side~”

“I know.”

~*~

Axl and Duff immediately broke down when Steven revealed himself to them. They cried and clutched him tightly, thanking whatever gods existed that they saw fit to spare their dear friends life. Saul’s presence however was a lingering shadow in the room. Duff eyed him warily. “Hard to believe old Snake Head didn’t just devour you right away. You’ve certainly got a way with monsters, Stevie.”

“Duff..please don’t call him that.”

“What else should I call him?”

“He has a name. It’s Saul.”

Axl looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t tell me..are you two..?”

“Yes. We are together.”

Everyone fell silent.

Steven sighed. “I..I think we should go, Saul.”

“I agree.”

As they turned to leave Duff grabbed Steven’s shoulder. “Hey..y-you don’t have to go, Stevie. I mean..if this is what you want we’ll just..have to be okay with that.”

“You mean it?”

“Sure, Stevie. Honestly we’re just happy you’re alive. Stay the night huh? Must’ve been tough going down that mountain.” Steven smiled. “Actually I didn’t have to do that much walking. Saul carried me~” Duff sighed. “Well I..I guess I owe ya, Snake Head. Hungry?”

“Some fruit. If I don’t give any to my snakes they’ll never behave again.”

Steven giggled. “My fault~”

~*~

Over the coming days Izzy, Duff and Axl gradually learned not to fear Saul as much as they first believed they had to. They saw how much he genuinely cared for Steven and how devoted they were to each other. Eventually they accepted him as part of their family, and he felt a peace he had never known on his own.

But one small mistake threatened to tear it all apart.

Saul wandered about the town during the evening as usual. All was well until he was accosted by a pair of thieves. They pulled out their daggers and held them up to his throat. “Give us all of your gold and we’ll spare your life.”

“It’s not a good idea to threaten me.”

The thieves laughed. “Is that so? And why should we fear you~?” one asked in a mocking tone. As the snakes began to slither around and hiss under Saul’s hood they took a step back with wide eyes. “W-what..what in the Gods’ name are you..?!”

“Someone you don’t want to trifle with..human.” A snake lashed out and bit one of the thieves on the arm. His comrade watched in horror as he slowly turned to stone. He screamed and ran off, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“GORGON!! HELP!! THERE’S A GORGON HERE!!”

Saul cursed and slipped away into the shadows before a crowd could gather.

~*~

Saul threw the cabin door open, startling everyone inside. “I must leave you now.”

“Saul, what’s going on?” Steven asked, his voice laden with concern. “Did something happen?”

“All I did was defend myself, that’s all I did! Thieves tried to rob me and I fended them off..but one got away and now he’s running around town screaming about a Gorgon. They’ll come for me soon. I must get away from here.” Steven reached up and stroked his lover’s face. “We’ll both go then. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“It’s not safe for you. It’s best if you stay here with your friends while I escape. If they find you with me they’ll kill you too for associating with me.”

“He’s right, Stevie.” Izzy interjected. “You know how superstitious these bastards are. They’ll call getting rid of you a ‘mercy killing’ just so they can sleep at night. You should stay.” Steven’s eyes welled up with tears. “But I..”

“Please stay.” Saul pleaded, squeezing Steven’s hands. “If anything were to happen to you..I’m not certain what I would do. I give you my word that I will come back for you.”

“Y-you swear..?”

“I swear.”

“We’ll take care of him, Snake Head.” Duff said, rubbing Steven’s back. “You take care of yourself huh?”

“You all have my gratitude.” He pulled Steven close and kissed the top of his head. “Always remember that I love you.”

And then he was gone.

To be Continued!!

What’s thiiiiis a cliffhanger?! YEP!! This was too good to not split into two parts! Look for part two coming over the weekend!! <3

#Shandi's drabbles #Gn'R AU writings #Gorgon Slash~#been wanting to do this for a while #but today was the perfect opportunity~

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seekingthestars · 4 years

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sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part twenty two episodes 40 + 41

(aka: her head got confused.)

and look it’s been like a week, they are not secret, but we are officially adding them to the liveblog posts bc i can and it’s the first one they can be added to, so say hi to our other special guests!!!

WangjiBun and WuxianBun are wonderful and fluffy and precious and I adore them and LOOK AT HOW TEENY TINY WANGJI FIGURE IS NEXT TO WANGJIBUN HAHAHA ugh cute ;n;

okay anyway onwards!

episode 40:

every time i come back to watch after being away from it for a few days (a whole....week.......i have been sad......), the second i see the first bit of the first scene i’m just like “ahhh. yes. happy place. good, we’re back (◡‿◡)” this show brings me joy

“we are somewhat best friends, right?” this made me giggle heehee

sizhui: “if we keep arguing and attract hanguang jun’s attention–” wangji: walks through the door sizhui: activate mild panic mode

THE WAY SIZHUI’S EYES WIDEN WHEN WANGJI SAYS “Liquor” HE’S LIKE “WAIT, IS IT MY FAULT, HAVE I WRONGED THE CLAN THIS BADLY I’M SORRY” fjeiwoafjwaoi

Sizhui picking up the food and sticking it back in Jingyi’s mouth fjeiwoafjaw CUTE

i found the star tattoo!!!!!!!

the way i actually jumped at wen ning face upside down in the window BOY DON’T SPOOK ME LIKE THIIIIIS but also hiiiiiiii you’re so cute omg

NING’S LITTLE CONFUSED FACE

i just like whenever xichen’s on screen bc he’s so pretty ahhhh thanks

DIMPLES

meng yao’s new robes are pretty. everyone’s robes are pretty. why is everyone so DANG PRETTY

who is this fancily dressed lady

i love huaisang omg hahahahaha just sobbing and clinging to everybody XDD

wangji being supportive of wuxian’s exploits but telling him to be careful is real cute

Jin Ling jumping to Wuxian’s rescue and defending him from this other jin clan guy is REAL CUTE

WAIT FANCILY DRESSED LADY IS MENG YAO’S WIFE????? you miss SO DANG MUCH in sixteen years oh my god

wuxian teaching jin ling fighting techniques and jin ling picking them up immediately FAMILY BONDING I LOVE IT THEY’RE ADORABLE

“So while you are young, beat those you want to beat.” WUXIAN DEALING OUT THE QUALITY LIFE ADVICE HAHAHAHAHA

paper man magic!!!!! my favorite!!

tiny paper man playing with wangji’s headband c: wangji telling tiny paper man to be careful c: tiny paper man wobbling off on adventure c:

tiny paper man is my new favorite character, he is adorable

meng yao with no hat is better, the hat makes me laugh

son????????

“Song had to die”?????? SONG AS IN HIS MYSTERY SON????????????? WHAT???????????

THE DIMPLES HAVE BETRAYED ME THE DIMPLES HAVE BETRAYED ME THE DIMPLES HAVE BETRAYED ME WHAT THE HELL OH MY GOD WHAT THE DIMPLES HAVE VERY MUCH BETRAYED ME

THE HEAD IS CREEPY AND THE DIMPLES HAVE BETRAYED ME

hi sorry just gonna need an itty bitty second here oh my god dimples why, why you do this to me WHAT

episode 41

okay so like we’re starting this episode and my eyes are like “oh look! little meng yao! so cute in the blue-gray outfit!!!!” but my brain is a constant monologue of “DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL” MY HEAD IS CONFUSED

(wangjibun is getting squished over here tonight, can’t make noise so he gets the emotions HAHAHA)

stupid gossiping cultivators being buttheads

DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL

holy crap wen clan!meng yao just slicing down that dude in two seconds with that look in his eye, “kill me too if you can!” “Pleased /smirk” y’all i’m fjeiawofjawoi MY BRAIN, I’M JUST. BUT THE DIMPLES NO

THIS IS A VERY NICE OUTFIT ON XICHEN 😍 (liu haikuan also has v pretty long slender fingers)

wait what are you doing now meng yao that doesn’t sound right oh no

OH NOOOO

oh dang big brother nie kicking him down the stairs and calling him the son of a whore oh no this is not going to end well, not with those dimples of betrayal

come here wuxianbun, i need both moral support buns at this time, thank you.

I KNEW IT I KNEW THE SONGS WERE DIFFERENT OH NOOOOO

HUAISANG ;AAAAAAAAAAA;

i wanna give huaisang like a million hugs ;n;

XUE YANG

OH GOD THE EYES ARE OPEN, RUN PAPER MAN

wait is that wwx’s sword

dang the fact that he can like fight with the sword without even being there??? impressive

wangji just being like “ain’t got time for this” and knocking all the guards out, it’s wwx’s influence XDD

jin ling ;~~~;

oh it’s the lan clan defector guy, i forgot he existed tbh

okay but i feel really bad for xichen bc he really trusted meng yao and meng yao’s dimples are just deep with betrayal ;n; AND JIN LING, like he loses his parents when he’s a month old and now one of the people who helped raised him is just BETRAYAL CITY omg baby ;;;;;;; i’m sorry just MAN i’m really weak to the dimples bc they’re adorable and now. they are dimples of evil. :(

#sarah watches the untamed #sarah watches #i use the word 'dimples' more than is ever necessary ever but #there ya go #my face

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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True Happiness Needs No Sound ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Thiiiiis is a lovely prompt from the snazzy @petunia9402 who is always so lovely on the blog and their prompt is an AWESOME one! This is set with the interpretation that Jameson Jackson has no voice at all btw....LET'S DO THIS!

Jameson Jackson, I'm very sorry to say, was not smiling. Nor had he smiled all day. Jamie was the sort of guy who usually wasn't troubled or self-conscious about himself because he had so many loving people around him who loved and appreciated every single part of him...but lately....Jamie hadn't been feeling it. The Septics were a rowdy bunch, always cracking jokes to make each other laugh, always rough-housing, tickling, playing, all that awesome stuff....but none of that stuff had really seemed to extend to Jamie recently.

The only time Jamie seemed to hear jokes was when he happened to be in the room when they were being told....no-one actively tried to make him laugh with humour. No-one tried to wrestle with him, tickle him, play with him...and Jamie knew why. Jamie couldn't laugh, he couldn't make one single sound. Why waste jokes when you're not going to get a reaction? It was pointless. HE was pointless. That was how Jameson Jackson felt. He was upset, sour, and attempting to cope by gripping a blanket so hard that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't even scream to let his emotions out.

Thankfully....that was when our hero dropped in. Jamie was curled up on the couch in the living room, aimlessly looking at a wall in a dazed manner. That was how Chase Brody found him. Chase grinned as he spotted the dapper gentleman, and immediately sunk down next to him on the couch, rubbing shoulders with him in a true bro fashion.

'What's cookin' in Jameson land?'

Jamie....didn't react in the way Chase expected. Instead of a cheery smile, a playful shove, or an excitably signed sentence, all Jamie exhibited was a light shrug and brief sign.

'Nothing.'

Chase, obviously, was immediately concerned, especially since Jamie hadn't even turned to look at him. Chase sat up straighter and tentatively placed his hand on Jamie's back, leaning in a little to try and see his face to see if he could maybe analyse what was wrong with the sweet guy.

'Hey....buddy you know you can tell me anything....'

Chase spoke softly, making sure his reassuring smile stayed on his lips. Now, in Jamie's mind he would have ideally wanted to be strong. He liked to think he would have been able to tough this sort of thing out like the others do when they pretend that they're not upset....but he couldn't. Jamie just burst into sad, silent tears.

'Everything's just pointless. I'm pointless!'

Jamie's hands looked like they were almost spasming with how shaky his signing was, and Chase hurried to envelop the man in a hug because Chase knew that Jamie needed it if he was going to feel safe enough to reveal what was going on. Chase took a moment to stow away his shock for now as he stroked Jamie's hair, whispering to him gently.

'Hey, hey why would you think that huh? You're a septic, how could you ever think that you were pointless?'

Jamie was shaking his head as he sobbed and sobbed in silence. The only sound that was in the room was Jamie's frantic, jittery panting as he signed.

'How can I be one of you? How can I be a septic when everything about you all revolves around happiness and laughter? I can't do any of that Chase, I can't be like that with any of you! I can't laugh with you, so why should you all even bother with me?'

....Chase was nearly on the verge of tears. Chase's mind was racing with questions. Had someone put these ideas in Jamie's head? Had he and the others accidently excluded him from things without realising? How long had Jamie been feeling like this? Chase's blood ran cold as he wondered how many times Jamie might have been bawling his eyes out while they were just in the next room....oblivious. No. NO. Chase was not having it. Chase cupped one of Jamie's cheeks and shifted a little, so he could look at the shivering, upset man properly as he brought out the voice of the loving dad that he was.

'Now you listen here. Being able to laugh is NOT a requirement to be one of us, being able to laugh isn't a requirement for ANYTHING. We love you so damn much and you bring us happiness just by existing....'

Chase trailed off, making sure that Jamie was still close and embraced as he gave the younger man time to process what Chase was saying; Chase knew better than anyone that it took so much longer to process words in your brain when you feel like crap. Jamie though, much to Chase's relief, started to pant less and less, bit by bit....he was just starting to calm down from it all, just a little. Chase smiled warmly, and murmured with a smile.

'....besides, I know I don't need to hear a laugh from you to know when my humour is tickling you in all the right places!'

Chase took the opportunity to lightly pinch Jamie's cheeks with a fond smile, and to Chase's delight, Jamie blushed and bapped at him; he was even hiding a little smile as he signed.

'Your jokes are awful....'

Jamie looked up at Chase softly, and let him see his little smile, just so that Chase knew he was only in jest. Chase, of course, let out quite the indignant gasp at this apparent rudeness!

'Well....that's just because I save my best material for special occasions! I'll give you one of my best jokes to prove it!'

Chase replied matter-of-factly, before clearing his throat with the greatest amount of exaggeration that he could possibly muster.

'The best joke, in the entire world actually, iiiis....'

Jamie had one of his eyebrows raised a little, especially when Chase trailed off and paused for dramatic effect whilst waggling his eyebrows comically. Then, Chase smirked and did snazzy finger-guns as he delivered his punch-line.

'Anti's dress sense!'

Jamie was biting down hard on his bottom lip. Why? Because it was taking every single ounce of willpower Jamie had inside him not to break out into a grin and shake with laughter at how amazing that joke was, as well as at how utterly bold and brave it was! Luckily Jamie managed to cover his mouth and stop any mirth....but he couldn't stop that bright smile of his; he couldn't help it, Chase always made him smile.

'Ohhhh what's this? Was that, I daresay, a smiiiiile?'

Chase gasped as he cooed, giggling in victory at seeing Jamie trying to cover up his evident happier mood. Jamie shook his head in defiance at Chase....but Chase wasn't going to let that smile go. He inched especially close to Jamie, a grin in place as he growled goofily.

'You'd better show me that smile....or I'll make you!'

Chase made his hands into claws and playfully wiggled his fingers....but what he didn't expect was for Jamie's smile to fade and for his face to fall into a frown; Jamie's melancholy had come back, and Chase stuttered frantically, endeavouring to see what was wrong and how he could fix it.

'....d-did I say something wrong?'

Chase lowered his hands as nerves bubbled in him....but he let out a light sigh of relief when Jamie shook his head....but then he felt like he was being punched in the gut as he interpreted what Jamie signed next.

'....the only point of tickling is to make someone laugh. You're wasting it on me.'

....first off, Chase made a mental note to find out who the fuck provided the first spark that caused this mentality to develop inside Jamie. For now though, Chase took a breath. He was here for Jamie, and he was damn well going to show it!

'Well, I'm sorry but you'll have to say something better that THAT if you don't want the tickles! Oh, plus you're wrong.'

Chase's voice was so strong and resolute, that it took the melancholic Jamie off guard and made him blink up at Chase in surprise; he didn't know Chase had that much assertiveness in him! Now, with Jamie focusing on letting the words start to sink in, that meant he didn't move to stop Chase when he lightly straddled the pondering man.

'Tickling is about trust, bonding....'

Jamie blinked and looked up at Chase, his next words bringing him back to reality....and causing to develop a sweet, wobbly smile. Jamie knew that Chase was too much of a lazy, silly man to even contemplate lying to someone about something, so he knew that Chase meant every word he said. Plus, with Jamie having developed a smile once more and looking much less melancholy....only one thought was in Chase's mind. He had to keep Jamie like this for eternity. So, Chase grinned, growled, and readied his fingers.

'....and giving those you love an absolute wrecking when they need it most.'

Chase snickered and struck, and struck well. As soon as those scratching fingers of his found Jamie's tummy, Jamie was done for. All he could do was grin and wiggle from side to side as his chest shook with sweet mirth; plus he had the most precious dimples you have ever seen on a person. Jamie was also gazing up at Chase pleadingly as he signed at a rather fast pace....he was frantic....because Jamie knew that Chase knew ALL of his tickle spots.

'But I don't need it I don't I don't I don't!'

Chase giggled fondly down at Jamie, enjoying scratching the man's soft belly as those dimples just got deeper and deeper.

'What do you mean you don't need it? You already look so much happier now, especially with those pretty diiiiimples!'

Chase crooned, squishing the flesh of Jamie's belly playfully; this of course made a) Jamie sign even MORE frantically, and b) hurry to cover his face which was slowly becoming the most delightful dark pink colour.

'I don't have dimples, you have no proof!'

Ahh, that sweet, sweet defiant denial. At seeing Jamie try to hide himself and try to LIE of all things, this made Chase gasp in utter shock that Jamie would express such dishonest evasion! So of course, he promptly scribbled into Jamie's belly and put on a rather authoritative voice.

'Oh you'd better lower those hands right now mister, or things are gonna get muuuuch worse.....'

Jamie's eyes widened at the more intense tickling, and he arched his back and tossed his head as a result of it all; Chase's fingers were digging in SO much, it was evil! However....Jamie did not, even for a second, move his hands from his mouth; even though the tickling was so bad, Jamie managed the tiniest of glares in Chase's direction. Chase smirked....because oh how he'd hoped for that reaction.

'Fine, if that's how you wanna play....'

Chase purred, letting his hands drift away from Jamie's belly for a few moments, allowing the man to cutely huff and catch his breath. No seriously, every little huff of an inhale or an exhale that Jamie exhibited was so cute that it would have made a rocky cliff aww. Of course though, that bliss of recovery couldn't last forever; Jamie soon realised that when he felt Chase's fingers....splaying over the tops of his thighs.

'No not there Chase please, look I did what you wanted, look!'

Jamie revealed his flustered grin as he signed at fast as he could, gazing at Chase imploringly the whole time because dammit his thighs were so damn ticklish! Of course, Jamie reasoned that because now he'd done what Chase had asked, he'd get mercy, right? Yeah uh....Chase's malevolent smirk currently suggested otherwise as his fingertips kept splaying over Jamie's tense thigh muscles.

'Mmmm, yeah you did....but unfortunately, you took waaay too long to obey me....and now you must be punished!'

Chase then promptly set about pinching the soft flesh of Jamie's thighs, which as you can imagine, prompted quite the reaction from the sweet, sensitive man. Jamie literally started assaulting the couch as his mouth opened wide, and his whole torso was quivering with all his cute mirth!

'Awww look at these tickly squishy thiiiighs!'

Chase's teasing did not help. Yes, Jamie was well aware that he had rather squishy and sensitive thighs but he CERTAINLY didn't need to have it pointed out to him by a meanie tickler! Jamie was tugging at his legs as he gazed at Chase with flustered, watery eyes.

'Shut up shut up!'

Chase giggled fondly at Jamie, gosh he was probably one of the cutest people on the planet. Chase loved seeing how wild Jamie got physically; if he was Jackie's side-kick, all the hero would have to do is poke or squeeze him and get him to flail and knock out all the villains that way! Talking of squeezing, Chase was now rather enjoying doing that to Jamie's poor thighs.

'Or what? You'll keep smiling handsomely at me?'

Chase smugly retorted, snickering at Jamie's sweet red face and sweet bright smile-....and sweet snorts? Oh yeah, that's right people. Jamie had started snorting, a sound which didn't require the involvement of vocal chords; of course, this was something else that Chase decided he must gasp dramatically at, I mean, what kind of playful tickler would he be if he didn't?!

'Ohhh, you intend to snort at me! Well, frankly that just makes me want to tickle you even more!'

Chase grinned as he scribbled over Jamie's thighs, delighting in the torrent of snorts he got in return from his sweet little tickle victim; said victim ended up struggling harder and signing faster.

'No you can't make me snort, I sound dumb!'

Jamie pouted up at Chase amidst his reply, he didn't see how sounding like an undignified pig was anything close to a good thing! Chase of course was VERY quick to disagree with this notion.

'Actually, you sound and look very precious and happy!'

.....I personally love it when someone says something just that little bit more meaningful out of nowhere, and it just really catches you off guard but in the loveliest way. It certainly caught Jamie off guard. Jamie developed a wobbly, happy smile, sniffling and gasping as Chase let him catch his breath for a little bit. Chase then just took the opportunity to just....enjoy looking at Jamie, seeing all the colour in his cheeks, his persistent smile, his jittery chest; he was too adorable.

'You really think that?'

Chase blinked when he saw Jamie slowly sign to him with imploring eyes, and Chase didn't hesitate to nod and grin....whilst subtly shuffling his way down to Jamie's shins so he could ''casually'' rest on them.

'Oh I do....it's so cute how your chest quivers, and how your dimples make your cheeks look even more pinchable....and how your eyes widen when you know the tickling is about to start....'

Chase purred softly, and at first Jamie felt so warmed and giddy at the sweet compliments....but then the happy butterflies in his system started to get more and more active as Jamie listened more. He realised...that Chase was not done. As if on cue too, when he felt a single finger swipe up one of his bare feet, Jamie's eyes widened.

'Wait no wait not my feet you know I can't handle it! I might cry!'

Jamie signed frantically, clinging to the weak hope of Chase maybe having mercy....but ah, that wasn't going to happen. Chase of course awed at Jamie at how sweet and flustered he was....before smirking and setting about scratching up and down BOTH of Jamie's pale soles.

'Awwww don't worry, that's what tissues are for!'

Jamie's reaction was gorgeous. His mouth opened as wide as it could go as the sensitive man arched his back, thumping the couch as his mind raced with shock at how ruthless Chase was being! This was Jamie's equivalent of screaming, his feet were hands down his worst tickle spot, so Jamie did the only thing he could do. He begged.

'NO PLEASE NO NO PLEASE CHASE! MEANIE! YOU MEANIE!'

Jamie scrunched his feet as his pleading signs made Chase giggle fondly, but Chase only set about scratching deep into Jamie's wrinkles as he cooed.

'If you think scrunching up these pretty feet will save you then you are soooo wrong....'

The hardened scratching made Jamie let out a spontaneous snort, before his form just shivered and jumped with his silent hiccups of laughter. It was a rather a precious sight to behold, and Jamie's hands were practically a blur at this point too.

'I'M GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!'

Poor Jamie, he was so overcome by the tickles that his brain somehow thought a threat was a good idea! Chase raised an amused eyebrow down at the red-faced thrashing man, and mercilessly scratched under Jamie's toes as he chuckled.

'Oh yeah? You and what ler mood, hm?'

Oh yeah, Chase went there. Poor Jamie was so embarrassed amidst his mirth as Chase brought up the implicit truth of the fact that Jamie could have easily sat up and grabbed Chase's hands at any time....but he was too happy. He was too happy at being tickled and cheered up to make it stop.

'PLEASE! NO MORE! CHASE, MY FEET CHASE!'

Under other circumstances, Jamie would have retorted against Chase's words, but with all the tickling he could only focus on trying to sign coherently. Jamie had little tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, and was weeping with silent laughter....as Chase merely snickered.

'Mmm, they are lovely and soft feet you have here....'

Chase's scratching fingertips never left the undersides of Jamie's poor toes, and by now the poor dapper man had tears really streaming down his face. Of course though, Chase wasn't going to torture him forever.

'MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!'

That was the word that Chase needed to see. He grinned and relented, sliding off Jamie's legs and crawling up to him so he could envelop Jamie in a warm hug; he wasn't completely cruel! Chase chuckled affectionately as he ran his fingers through Jamie's hair, smiling when he felt the panting man snuggle close. He produced a tissue from his back pocket and lightly dabbed at Jamie's cheeks and eyes, whilst murmuring in a soft voice.

'....s-sorry if I, heh, got a little intense on you kid....I just wanted you, well, needed, you to know that we love you so damn much. No matter what you can and can't do, that doesn't stop you being one of us. The best one of us to be honest.'

....honestly, those words alone could have sent Jamie weeping for a good ten years. He didn't though. Jamie gazed up at Chase with watery eyes and a wobbly smile....he felt so damn happy and loved and looked after.

'I love you dad.'

....aaand now Chase was also tearing up, damn you Jamie for making the whole thing even MORE heart-warming! Chase grinned and ruffled Jamie's hair, pulling him closer as he gave him the strongest, most loving hug that he could muster.

'Love you too kid.'

Jamie let out a soft, happy sniffle at Chase's reply....and then let out quite a few more silent giggles since Chase had decided to take it upon himself to mess up Jamie's hair every few seconds for the foreseeable future. Well, that's a good, loving dad for you.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DIIIID WOOOOP LUV YOUS XX

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jameson jackson #jamie #chase brody #chase #platonic #sfw #prompt #ego fic #ego fanfic #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #luv these cuties

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todorokiprotectionsquad · 6 years

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i need help!! i love todoroki as much as u do and i also love your posts, but for some reason i feel kinda bitter when i see todomomo, i appreciate the ship as a brotp and i respect it as a romantic one, but i want to get rid of my bitterness towards the ship :(( can you help me? (i'm a tododeku shipper tbh and for some reason i am fine with izuocha, but not tdmm)

ahh sure! i hope this helps, cute non~

(more under the cut!)

first, i want to say that i’m grateful that you still appreciate and respect tdmm!!!! that part is so important since there are a lot of people who don’t accept other people’s preferences..! that being said, i think an important part of being.. unaffected/not bitter (?) towards ships that you don’t particularly prefer is respecting each character individually. like, maybe do spend some time in the yaomomo tag? she and todoroki are individually great characters!

momo is:

kind and cares about her classmates

part of the bakugou rescue squad despite not really interacting with him much previously

committed to heroics and doing whats right! she has a strong sense of justice

really cool quirk. she’s so smart

has to understand the foundation of everything she creates.. her quirk itself has so much potential, but so much of it depends on a insane brain capacity. the fact that she can make any nonliving thing, from clothing to fullsized canons?? that’s incredible……

is doing her best!!!

absolute cutie

on todoroki’s end of this, i just.. love him so much. i like to see him happy and healthy, and so i don’t mind any relationship that supports his well being. i think that’s why i can accept so many todoships… even if i don’t really like them or actively think about them. for example!!!! i really like.. don’t ship tddk at all. but i understand that the basis for the ship is solid and they have a good relationship so!!! since it’s healthy and cute, i show support for it (:

so that leads into thiiiiis, the basis for tdmm! i’ll just list a few common reasons people seem to like tdmm. when you think about it, it’s actually similar to tddk. oh and i threw some headcanons in there because.. why not lol

trope type perks: rich kid couple. oblivious couple. aesthetic and fashion couple. iconic babies wearing each other’s turtlenecks. red n blue. pure

i like to imagine that momo knew todo before they started at yuuei. (iida too for that matter). with both their families in the sort of elitist class, i imagine little momo seeing little todo at parties and stuff. noticing when his mood changed. being scared to death for him when she sees that big bandage over half his body, and shocked when she sees the size of his scar. baby momo trying to befriend and comfort little todo after she hears his mama was taken away..

the end of term arc. that’s a turning point for a lot of people!!!

todoroki turns around and throws his confidence and support to momo, similar to how deku did to him (on a smaller scale)

momo is smart. she’s so smart, but she lacks confidence. todoroki is similar, incredibly powerful and tactic, but lacked trust in himself. it took a friend for todoroki to start reaching his full potential, and it’s the same for momo.. todoroki was that friend

she knew how to win, what to do when they fought aizawa. but she was so unsure of herself. it took todoroki telling her, hey, sorry for not hearing you out, your idea is great and you should go for it!!! it took a friend to push her forward, and that companionship was found with todoroki

todo gets so flustered and blushy when she actually plays out her plan!!!! like really!!!!! shy boy

TODOROKI VOTED FOR MOMO FOR CLASS PRESIDENT

and then u get the cute comfort scene, with him offering momo a massage and being totally oblivious to her blush

they seem to hang around each other a lot, and it’s comfortable. they seem to be natural friends

sit together in class

subunit for the bakugou rescue squad

similar fashion sense

they live on the same floor at the dorm!!! fifth floor friends who can walk to the cafeteria and to classes and whatnot together uwu

thEY HAD THAT WHOLE AUDIO SHORT WHERE THEY GO TO THE FESTIVAL TOGETHER

i think todo even mentioned something about momo in her yukata.. cuties

they sneak each other a lot of little… looks

there’s another few of momo shooting todo some looks but i can’t find the screencaps rn

momo seems to worry for todoroki a lot, and likewise? after initially breaking the ice during the final exam arc, he seems to pick up on when momo’s gears are turning

momo is very observant and admires todoroki a lot!!! she respects his opinions and struggles and is always saying how impressive he is. they just seem close!!!! she is so sweet and shy and todo is so oblivious but kind towards her ajdfioajdf LOTS of potential for fluff here

edit: i forgot to mention, but sometimes it’s fun to look through ship tags and you see that one piece of art, or read that one fic that really gets you. so i’ll recommend some todomomo content creators real quick: kitanoko (url used to be todomomo!!!! they’ve got a ton of tdmm and they write)!, altruisticshouto - they have a sideblog dedicated to tdmm too i think it’s antitodomomo or something, there’s also i-am-the-altman (writing), uhhhh selephi (artist), panchi-disco (artist), hazel0217 (artist), a lot of really talented friends!! also i have more tdmm on my main, (yaomomochi) and sometimes i write!!!! key word sometimes

anyway tdmm is my bnha otp so of course i’m like, over here overflowing with love and support for them both!!!!!!!!! there’s really nothing *bad* or questionable about this ship. it’s very straightforward and healthy imo, without any obvious critiques or controversy or potential strain on either characters. i like it a lot~ i hope this helped, a little?! i’m happy you’re trying to reach out to tdmm a bit!!!! ♡

#todomomo #long post #im in the process of adding mangacaps hold on a sec LOL #i love tdmm so much ajifodfjj ahhhhhhhhhhhh #bnha #liv answers

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ticklygiggles · 7 years

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do you have any law hcs you wanna share? :o /tactickle which is PRETTY PREDICTABLE.. FIGURES..

*heavy breathing* I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, THANK YOU

I still don’t fully know Law’s past because I am not even half way through Dressrosa yet! But I know a few things… Like Cora-San. So these headcanons are going to be very spoiler free, (mostly)~

P.S.: Trafalgar is my husband

¤ You’ll probably see Trafalgar and think “this guy is not ticklish” and you’re probably right because he only has a few spots that really make him beg for mercy.

¤ Said spots are neck, sides and belly, in that order.

¤ He’s pretty sensitive in those spots so if he ever gets a poke on his side he’d jump 3 ft in the air and blush a little and he would stutter and being a nervous ball after that.

¤ Trafalgar is not very fond of tickling, he’s not really used to being touched and that kinda stuff, and also because tickling reminds him of Corazon and it hurts, y'know?

¤ And that’s because Corazon was like the only person that really dared to tickle Trafalgar because how in the world is this kid not giggling around. Corazon was really happy to find out Law was ticklish because he’s got the cutest laughter ever, really.

¤ Corazon was the master to make Trafalgar laugh and they both found out Law is very weak to raspberries and nibbles. Also this “nomnomnom” sound while nibbling on his belly makes him, for some reason, laugh harder and get extra flustered.

¤ They got into a few tickle fights because Corazon is ticklish as fuck, but Law was too tiny and his little baby hands weren’t enough to tickle the snot out of Cora-san. So he was mostly on the receiving end.

¤ They even had a day on the week to be playful. It was the rutine, they didn’t plan it or anything it just happened. It was mostly on Thursdays and Law was tingling from the very moment he woke up because he knew he was going to be tickled really bad that day.

¤ He secretly waited for that day to come because this dork enjoys tickling when it comes to Cora-san

¤ Only a significant other would have the pleasure to tickle Law without getting killed. And probably the closest of his subordinates.

¤ Anyways, after whatever happened with Cora-san, Trafalgar just lost interest and even hated tickling. HOWEVER he still gets tingly every Thursday, he can’t help it.

¤ And being tingly makes him more sensitive to touch, or that’s what he thinks since he hasn’t been tickled in years and like he’s a tough adult now. Adults are not ticklish.

¤ Yet again, he’s ally with one of the most playful person in the whole wide world. Yes, we’re talking about Luffy

¤ Law can’t help but feel like the biggest intruder ever when, one day on the Sunny Go, Chopper, Ussop and Luffy got into a massive tickle war he had ever seen.

¤ It seemed pretty normal for the rest of the crew, but he is way too flustered because, for him, tickling was very intimate, like only your family can do that.

¤ So he’s very taken off guard when Luffy is suddenly on top of him squeezing up and down Law’s sides and he doesn’t even have time to hold in his breath before he’s laughing almost hysterically and squirming from one side to the other.

¤ Everyone on the crew stop what they’re doing to look over the scene because Trafalgar is laughING and, like a I said, he'sgot the most amazing laugh and smile in the whole world. All the Mugiwara crew secretly agree on that.

¤ Luffy is all giggly and teasy like “shishishi, Toraaaaooo! Are you really ticklish, Torao? Does it tickle?”, and Tora- I mean, Trafalgar is a blushy mess, he’s literally dying but sweet baby Jesus he’s enjoying himself way too much. He wants to die!

¤ Like seriously, you can say by his expression that he’s enjoying his time because he doesn’t have that painful expression some people usually do when they’re being tickled. He looks extremely happy and the smile on his face only seem to stretch more and more as Luffy keeps tickling him

¤ He still squirms and trash a lot, though, but he gets weak with the tickling, so he’s having some trouble in throwing Luffy off of him as he also tries to use his fruit power, but he can barely call for “Room” with out barking a laugh in between the command as Luffy keeps finding sensitive spots only on his sides.

¤ “Say you surrender Torao! Say you surrender and that I’m the next pirate king!”, Luffy would giggle and wait for Trafalgar to actually say it, but he just shakes his head, laughing too loud and clear. “G-get off, Mugiwara-yahaha!”, however, when Luffy’s wiggly fingers were suddenly too close to his neck, Law barked out a laugh and nodded his head. “Okay! Okahahay! I surrendeheher!”

¤ Luffy just giggles again and jumps off of Trafalgar chasing after a very shrieky Chopper, Ussop calling for him right behind. Trafalgar stays on the ground, breathing heavily and drying up the laughing tears and sweat with the sleeve of his jacket.

¤ Poor Trafalgar wants to die in the spot. He’s trying to hide his blushy face as he sits with his back leaning against the mast.

¤ He wondered why exactly need to happen in Thursday.

¤ Now I have the need to write something about this, hmmmmmmm

I hope you like thiiiiis, @tactickle omg they’re a bit trashy! I’m so soooorryyyyy

#One Piece #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar Law #tickling #tickle headcanons #ticklish!Trafalgar #one piece tickling #mia's headcanons

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