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Never Bore A Mischievous Demon (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Welcome to "Squiggily's self indulgent hour"- the post in which I write something out of pure desire and put my whole Ryusae loving self into it! I can't tell you why I had the sudden urge to write these two; I just did- and here we are :D

CW: Swearing, Suggestive humor (It's Shidou ya'll), possible Blue Lock spoilers! (I didn't have a setting in mind when I wrote this but gonna put that there and in the tags just in case)

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@myreygn, @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff

Summary: Shidou loves Sae's laugh. Sae hates when Shidou tickles him. One of them is lying.

He was bored. It was never a good sign when Shidou was bored.

Swinging himself on the balls of his feet, he dared a peek into the locker room to find Sae getting dressed. Practice ran late, the sky around them a warm orange color and the locker room mostly empty.

He smelled like expensive body wash and lotion, skin smooth against defined muscles. His hair mused from the shirt he pulled overhead, still damp from his shower. He looked a bit tired, pausing his dressing to yawn.

Shidou saw an opportunity and took it.

Faster than the speed of light, he darted behind Sae and grabbed his waist, pressing his fingers into the bare skin of his stomach.

“AH!” The shorter boy yelped and spasmed, an elbow lodging itself into Shidou’s own gut. It did nothing to deter the other boy. “Damn it, demon- get the hell off!”

Shidou laughed heartily, grinning at Sae’s death glare. “What, Sae-Sae? You know what happens if you take forever to get dressed!” He leaned in real close, just inches from his ear. “I get eager.”

“Go take care of it with your left hand.” Sae elbowed him again, jerking once more when Shidou let his fingers trail across his skin. Free from his clutches, he hastily pulled his shirt all the way down and grabbed his bag, eager to get away. “Do that again and I’ll-”

“You’ll what, Sae?” Shidou was before him once more, blocking him in with a teasing smile. “I wanna know- tell me what you’re gonna do to me~”

The other man’s eyes narrowed into slits, going for unfazed. So stoic yet so expressive; Shidou loved these little quirks only he seemed to find within the picture-perfect player. Right now, his expression seemed annoyed, but he could tell by the tightness of his jaw and flush creeping above his collar he was getting nervous.

Oh, how Shidou loved it when Sae got nervous.

“Go die.” Sae walked past him, making a point to shoulder check him on the way out. Shidou laughed as he followed along, relishing in his speedy pace.

Oh what fun they would have when they returned home.

~~~

Sae felt his pulse racing in his ears as they walked the steps up to their hotel room. He tried to tell himself it was just the exhaustion, but he knew better.

Shidou was behind him, keeping a bit of distance and whistling a tune. Their relationship wasn’t a secret- there’d been many times they’ve come in with Shidou’s arm around his waist or his lips against his own. If anyone had an issue, they didn’t dare voice it. The perks of being who he was.

No- this distance was intentional. A false state of security the demon knew would make him antsy. He knew for now he was safe, but once that door opened…

Pausing before it, Sae took his time searching for the key- digging through his gym bag while Shidou carried on whistling. He could feel his eyes on him, watching his every move. It sent goosebumps across his skin; something Sae rarely felt with anybody.

Bastard. He hated how something as trivial as a look affected him.

No point stalling- Shidou would get impatient soon. Past mistakes taught him there was a time limit to how long he could keep the demon at bay. He swiped his card and unlocked the door.

The whistling came to an end. Sae tried not to look as he walked in.

The second the door closed- he ran.

“Sae-Sae~” Shidou laughed as the striker took off, sprinting for- what exactly? Their room? The bath? The balcony??? He didn’t think this through; another effect Shidou had on him. The demon was hot on his heels, fingers swiping at him and just barely making contact with his shirt. He needed to get away, now.

He found himself in a standstill with the demon, glaring into those sharp pink eyes. Shidou was grinning, flinching left and right to throw off Sae’s escape. Each fake out made him laugh, the sound ringing in Sae’s ears like a windchime. “Where you gonna go? Whatcha gonna do? You know you can’t hide from me!”

Bedroom it was. Sae sprinted, the thump of Shidou vaulting over the couch following him. He was so close-

“GOTCHA!” Shidou yelled as Sae swore, fingers just brushing the door. So close!

“Put me down, demon!” Sae grunted as he was swung around, half-carried into the room by the giggly man. He was soon tossed into the bed, sending the neatly lined up pillows flying. Before Sae had a chance to react, Shidou was on him, tugging at his shirt.

“Don’t you even think about it- Shidou!” Sae growled, fighting with all his might. Unfortunately for him, it was at this time the demon decided to enact his masterplan, pinching at his sides. “Knock it ohohff!”

“Hehehe, I told you, Sae-Sae; if you keep me waiting, I get eager.” Shidou beamed as he managed to shove a hand up Sae’s shirt, pressing his hand against warm skin. “And I want to be fed.”

“Fuck of-Ohoohhoff!” Sae wished he could have held out longer. Maybe if Shidou went somewhere less ticklish like his ribs he could. If he’d gone for his neck this entire scenario might have played out very differently.

Alas, he went right for the one spot he knew could break Sae down immediately. Well- near immediately anyway. “Ghoohohoh bahhahck to heheheell, yoohohohu dammahhahan behhhahahast!”

“Aww, why would I wanna go back when I’m in heaven?” Shidou cooed sweetly, his hands scratching at Sae’s stomach rapidly, making the smaller striker thrash about. “You can’t give a man a taste of your golden laugh and expect him never to come back, now can you?”

Sae wanted to punch him. He might have, if he wasn’t too busy fighting off the talons tracing random patterns into his skin. Each flick and press of Shidou’s fingers zapped his strength, the touch poisonous to his resistance. “Aheahahhaha, shhuuhhuuht uhuhuhp! Gehahahahaha, yohoohohohu’re just beheehheing duuhu-Gahhahahaha!”

“I’m being what? Dashing? Demonically attractive? Whatcha gonna say, Sae-Sae?” Shidou cooed, drilling both thumbs into the sides of his stomach as the rest of his fingers tapped along his waist. He leaned in closer to Sae’s flushed cheeks, pressing their foreheads together. This time, he was wise to move in only after Sae jerked. “Are you gonna tell me how you really feel? That you’re actually enjoying this? Hmm?”

He didn’t need words to know the truth. Sae’s actions made it clear he was. The lack of resistance, the hands on Shidou’s shoulders barely pushing him back- if anything they seemed to cling to him- how despite trying to glare, he couldn’t hold eye contact while giggling up a storm. 

God, why was he so freaking cute?

“Geahhahaha! Fuhuuhuhck! Fuhuhuhck, ohohohoaky! Ohoohohkay gehhehet the heheheell ohohohoff!” Alas- all good things must come to an end. Shidou didn’t fight when Sae put real strength in his shove, sending the other tumbling into the sheets. He didn’t fight back when Sae wrestled him on his back, glaring down at him through flushed cheeks and small pants. If anything- he stretched out beneath him with a lazy smile, drinking in the sight. “Thehehere…ahahahss.”

“Hmm.” Shidou smiled bigger, earning an eye roll from the other boy. He reached up, gently pinching Sae’s cheek. “Cutie.”

“Ugh, you’re insufferable.” Sae shoved his chest before starting to get up, making exactly one centimeter before Shidou pulled him down into him. “Lemme go.”

“Never!” Shidou laughed, further entangling their limbs as he pressed a fat kiss into Sae’s cheek. “You’re mine!”

“So annoying.” Sae groaned, but his squirms for freedom stopped. He let himself relax into Shidou’s embrace- pretending the heat in his cheeks was from the previous tickle fight. “You shouldn’t be allowed to tickle me since you’re not ticklish yourself.”

“Who said I wasn’t?” The taller boy asked, grinning when Sae leaned back to stare. “What? Just because you haven’t found it yet doesn’t mean I’m not.”

Sae narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Shidou resisted the urge to laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

“Tell you what- since you’re so cute; I’ll tell you.” Sae’s eyes narrowed further, but he let Shidou lean in. His breath tickled his ear as he whispered.

“Gross.” Sae rolled his eyes to the back of his head, smacking Shidou’s bicep as the other laughed into his neck. “Be serious, demon!”

“I am! Wanna try it out?” Shidou winked, laughing harder when Sae pinched his bicep. “Really though- I am ticklish somewhere. I’m sure you’ll find it eventually.”

“Of course I will.”

“So confident.” Shidou snickered as he pulled Sae back into his chest. “That’s what I love about you though- or I should say, one of the many things I love about you.”

So much for blaming his blush on something else. Sae let out a small noise of defeat as he pressed closer into Shidou’s chest, the day catching up on him. Shidou’s long fingers ran down his spine at such a soothing pace, he couldn’t bring himself to fight anymore. “I take it tickling me is one of the things you love as well?”

“Tickling, telling bad jokes- whatever makes you laugh really.” Shidou smiled in his crown, breathing in his scent. “I just love seeing you smile and hearing you happy. It makes me happier than anything.”

Sae didn’t have words; he suddenly didn’t trust his voice. Instead, he curled his fingers into Shidou’s shirt, pretending he was falling asleep and not fighting off the strange lump forming in his throat. Above him, Shidou carried on stroking his back, murmuring into his crown more sickly sweet things until he was properly out; dreaming of demons with pink eyes and funny smiles that made his heart do stupid little flips.

Thanks for reading!

[therekinperson]

Guys you need to oil your narinder tails theyre splitting

[everbloomly]

local catman stresses substitute shinigami out

inspired by:

[nikkiruncks]

Idk why, but in s1, I’m able to see the romantic subtext with Geia, but in s2, they just feel like best friends to me. Like I don’t get the ‘oh shit they’re in love’ vibe anymore.

[sproutmole-supremacy]

VERY VERY LOW QUALITY DOODLES BUT (severe rambling below, based off a conversation with @ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber)

I’ve been obsessed for ages with the idea of a Mari Boss thats similar in some aspects to the Omori Final Boss fight: especially in the confrontation of the truth (“You loved her and you killed her”)

I’m not 100% sure when I would set this in terms of the game plot but it would definitely happen at some point towards the end of the Hikkikomori route, possibly before the death of Stranger.

While the Boss Rush Mari was already an awesome way for Sunny to be confronted with the weight of what he’s done to his mind, I feel like a more direct approach where Mari actively asks and then begs him to accept the truth would be SUPER impactful for the player

Killing Mari would be a final straw in the rejection of the truth - killing the sister Sunny loved so much because she tries to convince him to confront the truth of the incident, and being able to create a Better, Newer version in Headspace who leaves him to lie to himself and the others.

Dbdidnsisjisjaa i just think that Mari giving Sunny a chance to take an easy win, to guide him through Memory Lane and help him work through his fear of the truth, and Sunny promptly killing her and burying himself deeper in denial would be SO GOOD

Because it also adds an extra layer to the “You loved her and you killed her” - the first time was a complete accident, but this is a conscious choice. Sunny is actively deciding to murder his sister (this is made WORSE if you think of DW!Mari/Something as a guardian spirit who is legitimately Mari trying to help him).

Bonus points:

-Mari never actively harming Sunny because even if she’s angry or upset she doesn’t want to actually hurt him

- Most of Mari’s “attacks” are just status effects like slowing Sunny down or decreasing crit rate

- There is no Run Away option: this is no longer within the players control, this is a direct consequence of the players choice to pursue the Hikkikomori route

- At the final stage of the battle, the “attack” button and all skills turn into lie - it does the same damage, and Sunny doesn’t really need to bother with healing since Mari won’t hurt him

[icantspellhocky]

I am in the middle of the episode Lazaretto (s2e12) from midst the podcast and they keep saying that the grandmother “seems” kind and nice and how even park trusts her and she has separated all the characters and I’m very very concerned rn. Like this is either going to go very very well or very very poorly (that bit where she let out her breath and complained about phinneas strikes me as concerning and possibly manipulating??? But every one seems to trust her so maybe she’s okay)

[lovelywingsart]

Throwaway post I'll probably delete later ayo

Sometimes I feel like... people get annoyed that I still work with RE8 so much....? The game turns 3 this year and its been a massive driving force for me personally, but sometimes my head can't help but wander to if people think its... not 'immature' or 'childish' to cling to it, but its like everyone moved on so quickly after the first year. Like I'm kinda stuck in the past because of how much it means to me.

I do love other media, I've been going batshit insane with the stories for BG3, but artistically RE8 is... home. And having my brain say 'no one gives a fuck, move on' definitely hurts quite a bit. Its like my 'popularity' days are over, in a kind of fucked up way, and i know its not true.

But... yeah. That gets in my head a little sometimes. Has been for the past year or so.

Obviously I'm still going strong with them, and somt stop anytime soon. Metalworks is the 4th longest storyline I've had, with the longest being 13 years(Naruto). Its here to stay no matter what anyone else things.

My brain just sucks ass.

[418uchuu]

these fellas

[fuminoomi]

unfiltered version

skeleTON of gutz

[shslanonymous]

nikei has

- no bitches

- no hand

- no body (monocrow dupes were feeling a lil silly!!!)

- and definitely, no therapy

His bitch left him LMAO 😂😂😂

I would never call Katsie a bitch. She is not a bitch in any way, I love her with all my heart. Nikei can go fuck himself for trying to kill her. /j

^v^ Don’t mind that!

[visenyaism]

i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.

[climbingthefloors]

obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world

[kirukrono]

[Fig. 01 Mikuchondria]

The powerhouse of YOUR cell

[nikkiruncks]

Agree or disagree: Caroline and Tyler only happened because everyone sans Tyler (who was figuring shit out slowly on his own) knew about everything about werewolves and their lore ahead of time and their failure to just simply include him led to Caroline having to do damage control after Mason's death to get a handle on the situation.

Kinda? As someone who does love forwood and their story, I also think with the way it was written, it was there to help Caroline more than Tyler.

I remember @scorpio-karma mentioning that Bonnie would’ve been a better person in season 2 for Tyler to turn to, which I agree? Like no hate to Caroline, but she has no empathy whatsoever. Which especially shows in the later seasons.

But I feel like it would’ve been more interesting to see them bond and join forces in s2. Especially given how many parallels they have (which @scorpio-karma also mentioned 😊)

[vimbry]

[razzafrazzle]

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