#colorful stage tickle fic

[ticklish-n-stuff]

If I may be so PAINFULLY self indulgent for a moment, may I please request ler!An with some kind of comfort/bad day tickles? No pressure ofc, you don't have to. Remember to take care of yourself, and take you time! I love you <33

Cheer up!

I got hit with inspiration so here ya go~ uwu

Also I added in ler Mizuki, I hope you don't mind 💖

Enjoy! :D

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An x Mizuki x gn!reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Lers: An, Mizuki

Warnings: Tickles!

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You sat at your desk in disbelief, looking down at the graded test the teacher had just handed back. A red F, you couldn't believe it. You had studied so hard for this too! You slumped down in your seat all mopey, this of course caught An's attention.

"Hey, everything alright?".

"No... I got an F...!" you whispered out sheepishly.

"So? I don't get that many good grades, and look at me!"

"You're not helping...".

"Haha sorry..." An stared at you with a sad smile, figuring out how to cheer you up. That's when she got an idea. She looked over at Mizuki, who had decided to actually show up to class today. They sat beside you on the opposite side. Once An caught their attention, they looked at her with a curious gaze.

"Hmm?".

An quietly pointed over at you, who was currently burrying their face against their desk. She then gave Mizuki a knowing look, once they caught onto An's plan, they both gave off a playful smirk.

"Hey, Y/n?".

"Mmm...?" you didn't bother bringing your head back up.

"Are you gonna stay hiding down there?" Mizuki asked with a slight chuckle, although they were genuinly concerned for your wellbeing and wanted to make you feel better, just like An.

You gave a nod at their question, causing the other two to giggle at you.

"Haha! You're so precious~" An teased, grinning victoriously when she caught the back of your neck heating up. "Well if you're gonna stay down there, guess there's only one way to get you back out~".

Your heart dropped at the tease, your face heating up even more as you could practically feel your body tingling in anticipation. You didn't dare say anything, just kept your head stubbornly hidden.

"Hehe, such a stubborn cutie~" Mizuki joined in, their finger poking their way to your ribs.

"Eep—!" an involuntary squeak escaped your lips, the touch causing you to jump in your seat. This made them giggle in amusement.

"Aww, are you still oh so ticklish?~" An's finger found it's way to your leg, giving your kneecap a loving squeeze.

"GYAH!" that was enough to make you sit back up straight, your cherry cheeks and wobbly smile revealed for them to look at.

"That's much better! Just look at that pretty face~" An's nails kept lightly gliding along your knee, occassionnally scribbling under it's soft flesh.

"NOHOHOA! AHAHAN PLEHEHEASE!" you slapped both hands over your mouth, trying so desperate to hide the embarrassing sounds that kept spilling out of you.

"Heyyy, no hiding from this~" Mizuki teased from the other side, their nails now playfully wiggling under your arm. Causing your arms to instantly come crashing down.

"GYAHAHAHA!" there was nothing else you could do besides throw your head back in pure, unrestrained laughter. Your wide smile and flushed cheeks revealed in all their glory.

"So, are you gonna stop being all mopey, or do you need more tickles?~" An asked teasingly, slowing down the knee tickles to some light tracing. Mizuki's nails also slowed down to give you more room to breathe and hopefully talk.

"Ahahaha... I-I'm gohohood...!" you tittered out, even the light tickles was enough to keep you all giggly and happy.

"You sure? You seem to like this~" An teased with a final squeeze to your knee. That only made your cheeks blush an even deeper color. "Haha! Alright fine, but don't think this is over yet~" An warned with a playful smile and a mischevious twinkle in her eye. Oh god... who knows what she'll do next. But atleast you had a reliable cheer up squad to count on.

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Whoop whoop I didnt proofread-

[anzynai]

Idiot

Tsukasa & Nene (Project Sekai)

a/n: @thatonetickleblog PAYTON IT WAS REALLY HARD KEEPING IT A SECRET FROM YOU, BUT GUESS WHOS UR SQUEALING SANTA! i was really happy that i got you, especially we have similar interests and i originally planned to get this done for christmas but things came up… anyways, i kinda struggled characterizing nene so sorry if she’s ooc, BUT I HOPE U ENJOY PAYTON ILYSM

summary: when nene and tsukasa are left alone to practice for a show, things end up turning in a way neither of them expected.

word count: 1.2k

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Nene stood awkwardly as Tsukasa prattled on and on about their next show. He was clearly and very vocal about his excitement. Of course, she was excited too, but… did he have to be. so loud?!

The two were at Tsukasa’s house. Rui realized he forgot an important prop and went to go get it, Emu deciding to tag along. This left Nene and Tsukasa all alone, which Nene didn’t mind, but she wasn’t used to dealing with the other’s seemingly infinite amount of energy.

“So what do you think, Nene?!” Tsukasa shouted, after a few minutes. Nene flinched at being addressed all of a sudden.

“It’s.. an idea, alright..” She started, but trailed off. “But…”

“But..?” This caught Tsukasa’s attention as he slowed down his movements, intent on listening to her completely.

“I think if we reveal who the culprit was at the end… it might leave the audience feeling unsatisfied? It kinda.. takes out the magical feel to it…” She mumbled, feeling shy. “I-I mean, it’s a good idea but the kind of story we are acting feels like an open ending would fit better.”

Tsukasa was silent for a few moments and Nene wondered if he didn’t like what he said.

“Hah!” Tsukasa yelled out, suddenly, hitting his fist to his palm. “You’re right, Nene!”

Tsukasa pulled out a pencil and began marking on the script. Nene, on the other hand, watched. She didn’t respond to his words, but she could feel happiness swelling up in her chest. She was afraid he wouldn’t like her changing the script, but she forgot what kind of person Tsukasa was.

“There we go! How’s that?” Tsukasa exclaimed, handing her the script. She read over it and skimmed through the notes, before giving an approving nod.

“It’s good.” She said, giving it back to the other.

“Great! Let’s practice!”

“N-now?! Shouldn’t we wait until Emu and Rui come back?” She asked, though she stood up anyway.

“We’ll practice when they are here too, but no harm in getting a head start!” Tsukasa explained, standing alongside her. He stretched his arms up for a moment, but pointed at a certain scene. “Let’s start here!”

“Okay..”

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And so, they practiced. Since Tsukasa was the star of the show this time, that meant there were more scenes were Nene wasn’t as present or kinda just… stood there awkwardly. She didn’t mind, though. She didn’t want a lead spot like Tsukasa, anyway. Still, the role she was in, as the main character’s magical fairy guide, was a bit more out there than her previous roles.

“Hi-yah!” Tsukasa shouted, thrusting his palm out to the side and…

“Ow!” Nene gasped, holding her nose.

“Nene! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” Tsukasa all but lept at her, concern painted on his face.

“You..” Nene said, voice a bit nasally from covering her nose.

“How can I make it up to you?!”

“You idiot!” Nene let her impulses get the best of her as she pounced on Tsukasa, feeling a sudden desire for payback. She wasn’t exactly sure what fo do, thouugh, until she landed on top of him. Tsukasa, clearly not prepared for this uncharacteristic action, toppled over, landing on the sofa. A small squeal slipped from his mouth and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Nene looked down, her hands gripping each side of Tsukasa’s ribs.

“NenEHEHEHE?!” He blurted, but was interrupted by his own laughter. Nene didn’t really know exactly what she was doing, but now that she started, she felt she couldn’t stop.

“You need to be more careful wifh your actions.” She pouted, annoyed, but kneaded her small hands into the other’s sides.

“Whahahat ahahahare y-you dohohohoing?!” Tsukasa screeched, shocked and embarrassed. Nene felt embarrassed too, but she pushed that feeling away.

“Payback..” She said, simply, not trusting herself to say any more. It was hard to admit, but Tsukasa actually.. looked quite cute like this. She was used to his boastful smiles and laughter, but this.. felt more genuine, like a side of Tsukasa she rarely got to see.

“Pahahahay bahahack?! I sahahahaid I wahahahas s-sohohorry!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so reckless!” Nene spat, pinching in between each of the bones in his ribs. His ribs seemed like a sensitive area, but they couldn’t ellicit anything more than giggles and Nene had the urge to incite laughter out of the blond.

Instead, she began squeezing at his sides, light and barely there, but enough for yet another squeal to pass Tsukasa’s lips.

“NOHOHOHO N-nohohot thEHehere!”

Oh. This seemed like a good spot. Nene decided to linger there for a couple seconds, testingly trying different areas of his sides, different pressures, anything to see what gave her the most reactions.

“You’re so sensitive. It’s fitting for you…” She muttered, pressing at his sides like they were buttons on a controller.

“W-whAHAHAt is thAHAHAHAt s-sUHPOSehehed tohoho mean?!” Tsukasa cackled. “Just pihick sohohomewhere else!”

“If you say so.” And so, somewhere else became his stomach, including his belly button. She scribbled over his ticklish skin, though she could tell the clothing he was wearing offered some protection, but still drove him mad nonetheless.

“EhEHEHEHEh..!” Tsukasa shrieked, giggling and laughing. He seemed to squirm a lot, but didn’t put up much of a fight. Nene decided to store that in her mind for later, but then she thought about how stupid it would be to do that, so she erased it from her mind. (She would still remember.)

“Everywhere is just so.. sensitive, isn’t it?” Tsukasa blushed at that. It was true. Tsukasa was one of the most ticklish people she knew, even among her troupe, which were embarrassingly ticklish themselves. She was sure it was her and Tsukasa who held the record. Though, it was only Rui who knew about this fact compared to everyone being aware of Tsukasa’s ticklishness, through the fours’ countless tickle fights. Nene usually stayed out of those, though.

“Stohohohop..!” Tsukasa mumbled, through his laughter, holding his hands up to his face.

“…” Nene dipped her finger into his bellybutton. At least, as far as it could go through his clothes, and vibrated her fingers.

“AHHHAHHAAHA!”” Tsukasa laughed and laughed and Nene smiled along with him, resisting the urge to laugh to show him just how much she was enjoying this. But, she could indulge herself in a smile at the very least, she thought to herself.

“Ah, looks like you two had fun without us, huh?” Rui’s smirk could be heard in his voice and just like a cat, Nene jumped from her current position to almost all across on the other side of the room, her blush matching Tsukasa’s for being caught. Tsukasa stayed where he was, residual giggles leaving his mouth.

“Nene, you tickled Tsukasa?! No fair!” Emu pouted, though she seemed happy that they seemed to have a good time.

“Shut up..” Nene muttered, quietly, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, she got me pretty good…” Tsukasa sighed, the laughter and tingles finally leaving his system.

“I wanna tickle Tsukasa too!” Emu exclaimed, wiggling her fingers. Tsukasa only responded with a gulp.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Rui pondered, almost as if he was feeling nostalgic.

“It’s only been two days!” Tsukasa squawked, panic and anticipation in his face, but before he could say any more, Emu was already tickling him, Rui following shortly after.

Idiots, Nene thought, as she smiled and decided to join in.

[kingofthe-egirls]

SEAGULLS: LUFFY x Y/N (sfw)

(cw: kissing, est relationship, kitsune self-insert, snackies, sillyness, tickling)

(a/n: @stargirldelight @zwhoreo @anemptypuddingcup @jessysapphireblue hi i made a sfw fic about luffy aka my adhd boyfriend)

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Luffy loves holding your hand.

“Hey!” Luffy sings, hopping up beside you on the ship’s railing. You’re sketching: hunched over your sketchbook as you chew your cheek.

“Hi, baby!” You chirp happily, ears pointed forward as you greet him.

“Seagulls!!” Luffy says, swiping your sketchbook to hold in front of his face. He grins, proudly. “My girlfriend is so cool!”

You’ve dotted some water color along the page: blue and turquoise, with orangey-yellow spotted in the middle. You’ve sketched a flock of seagulls flying overhead, inking them in with the black calligraphy pen Sanji uses for recipes. (He’d let you borrow it for sketching—after he caught you stealing it…twice).

Captain Luffy pokes your cheek. “What about me, kitty? How’s your boyfriend?”

“So fucking cool!!” You squeal, jumping up with your sketchbook clutched to your chest. “You’re so cute!!!” You squirm, fidgeting in place, before you spring up to wrap your arms around his neck. He lets you swing with your feet off the ground. “Hehehe!” You scrunch your eyes up as he snickers, too.

He rubs his nose against your face.

“Sanji said it’s meatballs tonight,” Luffy informs you seriously, “We have to steal some before bed mkay? So make sure you’re sneaky!!” He stage whispers to you, sniffing at your hair. He scratches a hand into your scalp, thumbing at the base of your fox ears. “Hm, kitty? Sounds fun to you?” He stares at you with sparkly eyes, and you nod eagerly.

“Mhmm!!”

He snickers, stretching his neck down so your feet touch the ground. You let him go so he can snap down from his spot on the railing. His sandals thwack against the deck.

“Let’s go see if he’s made any snacks yet,” you suggest, swiping Luffy’s hand into yours. You squeeze his rough, calloused palm, and he grins. He stretches his other arm all the way out to the door of the kitchen, and you barely have time to gasp before you’re gum-gum rocketing across the ship. You both slam into the closed door with a bang!

“Shit!”

You swear, standing up to shove Luffy over in revenge. He snickers, so you open a portal beneath the sea to open over his head. Luffy screeches as a bucket of seawater gets dumped on his head.

You snap the portal shut.

“Hey, sea water’s no fair!!!”

You snort, but once you see his expression you turn tail(s) to run.

“Bad kitty!!!”

He shouts as he chases you around the ship, both of you screaming and laughing as you go. You portal to his cabin, slamming the door shut. He barges in seconds after, knocking you down onto the floor. He’s soaking wet and snickering, and he gets at your stomach to tickle you in revenge.

“S-stop—ahhahaha!” You giggle and gasp as he scritches your belly, your sides, your arm pits. You squirm helplessly around on the floor, as Luffy leers over you with a monkey’s grin.

“Say you’re sorry!!”

“Sorr—haha—sorry!!!”

He lets you go, and you both sit up. You’re all sweaty. Luffy snickers, leaning back on his hands. He knocks his sandals together.

“Snacks!!” You cry, suddenly remembering. Luffy springs up, grabbing you by the waist to wrap your limbs around him. Like a koala.

He kisses your nose.

And then he’s rocketing across the ship like nothing happened in the first place.

Snackies turn out to be buttered popcorn with savory spices and asiago cheese. Sanji hands you the bowl delicately, bowing deeply. He throws Luffy’s bowl as hard as he can at Luffy’s face.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!! disclaimer before we start this girliez !!

it's gonna be a multi-part fic

it's based on the movie (i read about the band's and nikki's life, but it'd be complicated)

fem!reader will be half russian and half of another nation (you can insert yours here)

it's gonna have some TW parts as cussing, drugs, sex, miscarriage, depression so please read with caution!!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.

word count: 2.308k trigger warning: cursing, pole dance, smoking

1981, hollywood, sunset boulevard

♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡

the fake lashes tickled her eyes as one of her colleagues helped her to ruffle up her hair, well, if you can name the other girls who pole dances with you in a night club 'colleagues'.

"i fucking hate this shit" she muttered, putting lipstick on her lips. jessica, the girl who helped her shrugged her shoulders.

"when you're done with that, you can go off with a guy. old men pays way much more then the broke, skinny rock and roll wannabe-ones."

"it's a good idea jess, but i want to use my young years, and maybe get a normal relationship." y/n knew that this decade had its own fuckboys, just like the teddy-boys in the 60s with long coats and hair with much gale, and the hippies in the 70s with those fucking irritating and bad-looking flares and too much color, and now... they had log hair, black clothes and bulked up with studs, now just on their clothes, but on their face, too. sometimes it was fucking disgusting, even worse than punks, but other times, it was pleasant dig into a boy's long hair while he ate her out.

"your choice, baby. two minutes and simon will come in, so prepare yourself." simon was the guy who talked with them; when to go to the stage and when their shift ended, handing out the girls' 'salaries' to them, always in cash, of course. dancing here wasn't her first option; y/n wanted to go to somewhere, where an audience could tell that she had a good voice, or just tell her to fuck off, getting into dancing and singing, acting universities were difficult and expensive to get in. but since she had to pay the bills in the house she shared with two other girls, collecting money wasn't that easy.

in two hours, she was dancing in the big area on the counter, letting men tuck money into her panties and throw it in the front of her legs. shaking and crawling her body to the music, she almost completely shut the world out from her own world. at least she could dance, and she liked dancing, as soon as...

a bolting light shone through the bar. it was impossible to miss that is was a camera light. what the fuck, she turned and saw a couple of guys standing there, making pictures in front of where she was dancing.

"the guys will be so jealous when they're gonna see this! okay, brad, could you-"

"what the fuck do you think are you doing?" y/n stopped dancing, getting their attention.

"just making some pictures, don't worry, babe."

"don't fucking babe me! you can't take pictures here, do you understand?" she hollered, climbing down from the counter.

"could you take a picture about us with your friend in the back? or could you call down her?"

y/n snatched the camera from them.

"if you don't fuck off, i'm gonna trash this piece of shit."

"i'd listen to the girl." two other guy stepped in, they had long hair just like the rockers they probably listened to. one of them, the curlier and brown one carried a drumstick with himself, tucked into his belt.

"sorry, but what the fuck are you?" fuckface brad's one friend asked him.

"just a guy who walks in here from time to time and doesn't break the rules."

"i don't fucking care, could you please go away? we have to take some pictures, give me back that shit!"

"this?" y/n asked, looking at the camera, then, with her heart stomping in her chest, she trashed it down to the ground, breaking it into thousands of pieces. the fuckfaces got shocked.

"are you fucking mad?!"

"you deserved it anyway", the drumstick-boy's friend said, but the next moment, y/n got a punch into her face, crashing into the counter where people stood before it. looking up, she felt something warm running down to her lips, but instead of crying being hurt, she grabbed the nearest bottle she could find, breaking it, she successfully scratched the boy's arm.

"fuck you!" she screamed, aggressively waving the bottle in front of her. "fuck off, right now, motherfuckers!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" simon got in the picture. y/n looked around; some of the guests and jessica stared at them, the rocker boys stopped punching the other two guy as she fretted the third of them with a broken bottle. "if you do it again, you are gonna get fired!"

the girl looked at him, laughing, grabbing as much as money she could.

"yeah? then you won't gonna get the chance to fire me, because i quit! fuck you, simon, and fuck everybody in this craphole! i'm done!" screaming, she walked back to collect her things. not saying a word to anyone, carrying her clothes and her wallet, she walked beside simon, pushing his shoulder with hers as he tried to talk with her. but now, she was mad and unstoppable.

"you can never go back here if you quit now!" simon yelled to her as she stood at the door, now everybody staring at them.

"you know what simon?" she asked, licking her lips. iron from blood. with money in one hand, she dropped her things for a second and showed up both of her middle fingers.

turning around, she left the place that was her second place to go, but not her second home. out the door, she saw that people were staring into the bar, probably they heard the fight.

"hey dude! give me a fucking cigarette." getting one, they lit it to her.

"do you know what happened? we heard yelling and screaming." a woman asked, y/n nodded, blowing out the smoke.

"yeah, it was me. and don't come here, because the motherfuckers replace half of the whiskey with water." then walking away, she sat down on the side of the road, smoking the stick between her lips as she put on her skirts, top and her jacket. she couldn't think about what's gonna be with her. there was always a place for a crawling, dancing girl who could dress up as a slut.

"hey, are you okay?"

turning around, it was the same two guy who tried to defend her. she couldn't blame them, she blamed the brad-kinda assholes. holding the cig with her hand now, she bit her lip.

"except that the fact that now i'm jobless, that my face hurts and got rearranged, i'm pretty good, thanks." they sat down beside her.

"we're sorry for what happened. but we beat them up."

"you were cool, too! with that broken bottle. i'm tommy, by the way, and he's nikki."

"i can talk myself too, tom."

"i'm y/n. and that's my job... well, was."

"sorry that we couldn't stop it." nikki looked at her. he had pretty, green eyes, not the ones she could see everyday.

"don't worry, it was just a matter of time. otherwise, if i have to handle those three, maybe i'd be in jail now. and i hate this shit", she added, tearing down the fake lashes.

"would you actually stab them?" tommy asked.

"of course. if they break the rules, i break them head." at that, the two of them looked each other. "what? you don't meet girls everyday who smash others for being a motherfucker?"

"no, most of my girlfriends cry and scream, or throw something at me." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "i'm gonna borrow some cigs, do y'all want some?"

"yes, please." y/n said, and nikki nodded, also. now, it was just the two of them. she turned to the guy.

"and you? any troubled girl?" he shook his head.

"not one yet. but an upcoming band, and it's gonna be fire."

"upcoming band? you drive in bands?"

"yeah. but the last one was shit, it was called london."

"bands with names of towns never work, didn't anybody tell you that before?" nikki laughed at her question. "well, now you know. and any plans about the new one?"

"it's gonna be... the best band you've ever seen. but i still need some members in it, now i only have tommy. so tell me, can you sing?"

it this the hand of fate? y/n was far too much played to believe in some guy's promises and questions.

"well, nobody wanted to beat me when i was carousing in my rent." laughing at this, nikki turned to her.

"maybe if you can really sing, i'll count a frontwoman into my band."

"frontwoman? don't joke with me." y/n shook her head at his words.

"why would i joke? why do you think it's a joke?"

"because i got fucked up by some people before, and i don't believe to empty promises. see, i'll go there, and if the band is cool, then i'm in."

tommy came back, handing the cigarettes to them, showing up a bottle alcohol.

"guys, i found this on the ground, it's only half empty!" he said, making y/n grimace.

"watch out, maybe it's piss. happens a lot of time." the two guy laughed again.

"were did you learn these comments?" tommy asked. y/n shrugged her shoulders, letting nikki light her cigarette.

"anywhere. i spent my childhood with people i learned a lot from."

"were you in orphanage?" nikki asked, and she nodded. another piece of ash falling to the ground.

"kinda. i grew up in sacramento, and getting out from it, i came here."

"that's fine. i sent my mother into jail, but she was an asshole anyway." nikki added, making y/n pull up her eyebrows, nodding approvingly.

"hard."

"do you wanna go to party? tommy?" the guy asked, tommy shook his head.

"sorry, but i gotta be home. i think that girl broke up with me, but anyway, it was nice to meet you, y/n."

"see you again, toms."

"how so?"

"your friend just invited me to sing in his upcoming band, the one that never anybody has seen before." she teased nikki.

"wow, that's cool! i thought we're gonna have a guy, but that's okay."

"can't i be as good as a guy?" she asked back, making tommy look at nikki. "whatever, it's only a trial."

as tommy got away, y/n finished her second cigarette. "it was a pleasure to meet you, nikki, but i gotta search for a new place to work."

"really?"

"why? until 4am, they're open. it's not a big deal."

"come and party with me instead of it. or just sit down and talk, hm?" the girl smiled at this, rolling her eyes.

"are you trying to fuck me? other guys just pay me the drinks and help me to get to the bathroom."

"no, i just wanna get to know more about you. you're probably not pure american, judging by your accent." nikki answered, helping her stand up. y/n looked at him.

"it's true that i'm a half-blood. half russian, half (y/na). every cop asks for my id, everybody thinks that i'm a fucking illegal immigrant, but i'm just as an american citizen as this fucking ford!" she said, pointing at the car beside them.

"fuck the police anyway. and... you said that you were a foster kid, how so?"

"i don't want to talk about it. besides, not everybody's choice to get their parents int jail."

the truth was that her mother was truly an illegal immigrant, and in the short half and a year she was in the states, she got pregnant with her from a fellow guy she met with. when y/n was born, her mother had a beautiful, lovely six months with her baby, but then, one day the police knocked on her door. having no father and living in a mother's home, it was an instant way to get into orphanage.

"i'm sorry about that. do you want to forget these things with some booze?" nikki asked as they turned down on the road.

"do you have an actual place to live?" she asked him.

"do you have a place to stay?" nikki asked back.

"hell yeah, just because i'm stated as a slut by the society, i'm not a homeless one!" y/n spread her arms beside them, almost slapping a guy. they both laughed at that. "lead me to your place."

"right away, princess." he replied, setting his arm around her shoulder. "can i?" nikki looked at her, y/n looked up to her from her real eyelashes.

"what?"

"people can think that we're going up to me to fuck." y/n laughed, shrugging her free shoulder.

"and do i look like i give a fuck about what they think?"

♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡

y/n could be only one girl from all those who he met through the years, but she wasn't. he was unsure about that he really should invite her to the band, because if they really would get famous, everybody would bully her do death. and maybe she wouldn't get it on herself, but he would blow up from all the shit she'd get. looking at her, he only knew her a couple hours ago, but the way she protected herself from the creeps in the bar in underwear, the way she talked, she could be a pure ghetto chick, but she was more than that. it was like... she born into the wrong place, wanting to be more than she was now.

"is something bad? or are you just thinking?" she asked him.

"what? no, i just hope that i locked the windows before i started the night."

"i fancy the simple fact that you are a guy who is capable of thinking."

he wasn't a fan of fast and strong emotions, but if she doesn't stop replying sarcastically, he's gonna marry her.

it was just a matter of time...

...and tons of drugs, music and trouble.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

a/n: i gotta get into writing since i just got back, but i hope you still like it. if you want to get on the taglist, dm, comment or write here

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[reasonsmandy]

We're in Vegas!

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Could you please write reader and warren getting married in vegas whilst drunk and on tour with band?

✧.* summary — You guys were passing through Las Vegas with the 'Aurora Tour', and decided to have the full experience of the place.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.1k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — So, I knew very little about Vegas before writing this, all I understood from research was what I brought to the fic, sorry if I got something wrong. I just know that I loved writing this one and I hope you do. Good read 🫶🏾

Touring was chaos but it was an incredible ecstasy at the same time, making music was already amazing for you and the band but seeing the fans reaction was perfect. You had two shows in Las Vegas that weekend, the end of the second was now and you felt the vibration of the audience's screams invade your body, as you walk to the front of the stage to thanking the crowd for an amazing night, you feel Warren's arm around your waist as yours drape over Daisy's shoulders and together you bow to all the fans.

"You nailed it cariño” Rojas whispers in your ear as the audience claps and screams in delight at the amazing performance.

“Thank you.” You say back, giving the crowd a final goodbye before heading backstage.

When you all meet among the stage equipment, it was possible to still feel your bones shaking with the adrenaline of what you just experienced. Eddie walks over with a couple of shot glasses in hand handing it to each of you.

“We're in Vegas! We have get drunk before we even get to the party.” Eddie exclaims, drinking his shot afterwards. “Today's show was crazy, we haven't had an audience like that since when? Brazil?”

“Right? I mean, that was insane…” Warren lights a cigarette, taking a drag and offering it to you afterwards. “I'm pretty sure I saw a girl in the audience lift her shirt up for me.”

“Excuse me?” You say, crossing your arms above your chest with arched eyebrows.

“Nothing hermosa, I was only looking at you.” He holds you by the waist, placing a kiss on your temple. You pat his chest lightly, leaning into the thoughtful touch, feeling his mustache tickle your skin.

The bus where you were headed to the place that Rod had rented for you to enjoy, approaching the place you could see the security guard who used to accompany you, collecting the matches that you distributed to those who you'd like to have at the event. When the bus parks, you don't take long to get off and enter the place, illuminated by several lights and several people who don't take their eyes off you as soon as you enter.

The atmosphere is electric, charged with an eclectic mix of music and laughter. The venue is alive with the vibrant pulse of a Vegas night, and the band's presence adds an extra layer of excitement to the party.

The overhead lights cast a warm and inviting glow over the scene. Multi Colored spotlights dance across the walls, creating a dazzling display that matches the energetic beats of the music. The air is thick with the scent of anticipation, a blend of perfume, cologne, and the faint aroma of the party's refreshments. Whispers and sideways glances follow you, an acknowledgment of your status as performers.

Faces both familiar and unfamiliar turn towards you, expressions ranging from curiosity to admiration. Cameras capture the moment as guests try to discreetly document the presence of their favorite rock stars. Sometimes when it was just you and your friends you forgot how famous and relevant you were, which took you like an avalanche every time you saw your fans like this.

You feel Warren hold your hand as you enter the place, her body always feeling at home with his touch. You look at him and smile, he sends you a smirk as he guides you to the quietest place in the room where the rest of the band was hanging out.

“The lovebirds are here, here, two more shots for you.” Karen says getting up from the sofa, dancing as she hands glasses to your boyfriend and you. “Eddie said if we don't stagger out of here he's going to be so disappointed, so drink it up!”

“With pleasure” Rojas takes the two shots and pours them in his mouth, after swallowing them he takes yours. “Take the shots, my love”

You tilt your head back, the glass pressing against your lips as the liquid spills forth, igniting a warm trail down your throat. The sensation is invigorating, a tangible connection to the vibrant spirit of the night. Karen's applause seems to punctuate the climax of the shot, marking a triumphant transition into a state of joyful abandon. Warren cheers in time with her “¡Dale, cariño!”. If you watched Eddie sitting in the armchair next to you'd see a smile grow on his face because he knew that when Rojas started to get drunk he started to speak in Spanish.

As you took more shots, sang, talked and smoked, your perception of reality emptied and the fantasy and alcohol breeze took over your senses. Gradually you did things that made no sense, laughed like goofs and left and nothing else around made sense except you didn't care.

“Oh my God, what's that on your face?” You exclaim, holding Warren's head, looking right into his eyes. “Ah, never mind, that's just Fernando.”

Warren looks at you speechless, you couldn't tell if it was because he didn't understand what you said or because of the drinking and smoking, but then he frowns half closing his eyes.

“I hope you don't find this strange but.” You say with a slurred speech, Rojas continues to look at you with interest. “I named your mustache, it's called Fernando.”

His eyes widen, and you could swear you saw him fill with tears, he takes his hands to your cheek kissing you intensely. You are taken aback by the act but reciprocate, feeling the intensity build within you as their lips danced together.

“Y/N L/N, you're the love of my life.” He says breathless, you open a huge smile.

“Agh,You are worse off than newlyweds.” Eddie says while smoking his cigarette. “Get a room.”

“Oh my God Eddie! You're a genius!” Warren speaks, standing up from the couch at once, looking at the sky as if he had a great idea.

“Am I what, now?” Roundtree seems to snap from a dream, looking at Rojas trying to understand what was going on.

“We should get married.” Warren turns to you, and somehow you sober a little by his word.

“What?” Your body freezes when you notice that he didn't seem to be joking.

“I mean, we're in Vegas!” He says taking her hand. “And I love you, so why not?”

“Rojas, I swear to God, if this is some kind of joke…” You didn't imagine that any of this would happen, nervousness consumed you as the seconds passed.

“Hey babe, there's no way this could go wrong.” He says with a giant smile, holding his hands next. “Even if I'm drunk as fuck right now, I won't regret it because I know you're my person. I love you, are you willing to do this crazy thing with me?”

“You're crazy!” You say patting his chest in disbelief.

“And you love.” He shrugs.

“You bet I do.” You respond, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his curls at your fingertips.

“Does this mean you guys are getting married?” Karen asks, trying to follow the conversation.

“Yeah Karen-Karen, and you are my bridesmaid.” You say pulling her hand to start a celebratory dance.

Eddie talked to approximately twenty people at the party in search of anyone who knew any place where you could put that idea into practice, after a few conversations a woman informed you that the hotel had a space just for this and that you only had to wait a few hours for it to open. So you decided to prepare the decorations.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Graham asks when y'all stop at the door of Billy and Camila's room.

“I'm just calling in a favor! These two had me taking out all my drum lights to decorate their impromptu wedding, the least they could do is help.” Rojas says, as if pointing out the obvious.

“He's right!” You say shrugging, then knocking on their door incessantly.

Billy opens the door with his hair messed up, his eyes still swollen from sleep, from his angle it was possible to see Camila leaning on the bed trying to see who it was.

“The fuck are you guys waking me us up so early for?” As usual, he was grumpy, you roll your eyes… you weren't a fan of Billy at all.

“Go get dressed, you and Cami.” Rojas speaks by touching the older man's shoulder. “We are getting married tonight.”

“Fuck Warren, alright.” Billy closes the door after his speech.

“Oh, I thought he'd ask something.” Warren points out.

“I think at this point he just agrees with everything we say so he won't have to listen to it anymore.” Graham says, making all of you nod in understanding.

“So, what's our next step?” You ask, laying in Warren's hug.

“You don't have to do anything, leave it to us.” Eddie says, putting on his sunglasses even though it was still dark. “You're the bride and groom, all you have to do is relax until it's time for the wedding, so please go to your room and don't come out until I get there.”

“Are we allowed to sleep?”

“Will you hear when I knock on the door?”

“I can't promise that,” Warren says.

“So only naps are allowed.” Eddie says pushing the two of you down the hall. “See you at the altar!”

“Is it just me or does he seem more excited than we are?” You whisper to your now fiance.

…

You hear the knock on the door from the bathroom, your hands go to the doorknob but you are interrupted by the drummer's voice.

“Cariño! What do you think you're doing?” He yells, thinking that you couldn't listen to him well.

“There was a knock at the door babe, are you really going to lock me in here?” You lean against the wooden object, watching your tidy figure in the mirror.

“You know I can't see you before the wedding, that's simple wedding stuff hermosa!” You laugh at the way he expresses his "frustration".

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Wait for me to leave and then you can follow me.” His voice was muffled, you knew him so well you knew he was running his hand over his mustache. “Nos vemos en el altar, hermosa.”

“I'll see you there.” Your heart warms just thinking that in a few minutes you would be married.

As you step into the grand hotel ballroom, the first light of dawn paints everything in a soft and delicate glow. The large windows filter the early morning sun, casting a warm embrace over the space. It's as if the world outside has paused to watch this moment unfold, holding its breath in anticipation.

Your heart flutters with a mix of excitement and wonder as you take in the scene before you. The drapery hanging from the high ceiling billows like silken clouds caught in a sunrise breeze, creating an otherworldly ambiance. The walls are adorned with cascades of flowers in shades of blush and ivory, their petals kissed by the dawn's gentle touch.

A feeling of enchantment fills the air, and your gaze is drawn to the altar at the center of the ballroom. It stands like a portal to a realm of dreams, framed by arches entwined with ivy and twinkling fairy lights. The soft carpet of rose petals beneath your feet feels like a path paved with love and promises, guiding you toward a new chapter in your life.

You could see all your friends sitting in those chairs, your heart raced as you noticed how worn out they looked just to try to make this special, it was clear that tiredness was present there on account of the crazy night you guys had, but none of that mattered as your eyes met his.

As you walk down the aisle, the wooden dance floor beneath your steps seems to reflect the shifting colors of the sky. It's a journey bathed in a soft, radiant light, every step bringing you closer to the love of your life, Warren smiles at you, you knew that he was too hyperactive to sit still and it was adorable to see his callused hands drumming his leg.

Rows of chairs line the aisle, adorned with fluttering ribbons that seem to dance with joy. Daisy was definitely trying her hardest to stay awake, Eddie was the ring bearer standing at the end of the hall waiting for you to get to Warren to hand over the rings, Graham was probably still with the effect of drinks and his teary eyes were evident. Camila and Billy looked the most sober in this whole situation. The hushed conversations and exchanged whispers create a symphony of warmth and love.

The tranquility of the dawn's embrace mingles with the excitement in your heart. Time feels like a gentle river, flowing in harmony with the emotions that surge within you. The world outside the ballroom fades away, and all that remains is the profound connection between you and Warren.

Warren stands at the altar, a vision of strength and tenderness. His eyes lock onto yours, and a warm smile graces his lips, reassuring you that you're exactly where you're meant to be. Dressed in a tailored suit that exudes sophistication, he embodies the promise of a future built on shared dreams and unwavering love.

As you approach the altar, you're drawn into a world where promises are made and dreams take flight. The delicate morning light wraps around both of you, a silent witness to your love story unfolding in this sacred space.

When you finally settle down in front of your fiance everything goes into slow motion, were you really doing that?

“This is exactly how I dreamed it would be.” Warren claims, holding both of your hands.

“Oh really? You always dreamed of us getting married in Vegas, all of us clearly drunk, me wearing Daisy's stage dress as my wedding dress, Eddie being our ring bearer.” You pause for breath, looking once more around you. “Daisy falling asleep at every word, Graham crying like a baby and... Wait, where's Karen?”

“She realized that this marriage wouldn't be complete without something...” Eddie speaks, adding suspense to his speech.

“Aw, how sweet of her to bring us a gift.” You supposed that's what Roundtree was talking about.

“Oh no, we forgot to get the ceremonialist.” Eddie explains, scratching the back of his neck. “We found out we had to book or something, I don't know, I am really drunk.”

“Yeah, exactly how I thought it would be.” Rojas says, pretending to adjust his tie.

A few minutes later the blonde enters the ballroom with another man, who is quick to position himself in front of you and the drummer, he was clearly very angry at being woken up at this hour.

“Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and cherished guests, we gather here today in the heart of Las Vegas to celebrate a union that embodies the spirit of love, spontaneity, and shared dreams. Before us stand Y/N L/N and Warren Rojas, ready to embark on a journey of togetherness and endless possibilities.”

You didn't know if it was still the alcohol, but you thought the man's choice of words was funny, and when you peeked up to look at Warren you could see him holding back a smile, probably thinking the same. You smile, feeling that you were marrying the right person.

“In this moment, you stand at the threshold of a new chapter, ready to walk hand in hand through the adventure of marriage. This journey is not just a destination but a lifelong exploration, a promise to cherish, support, and uplift one another through every twist and turn.”

Although excitement is not the word you would use to describe the ceremonialist, his words were touching and made you think of all the moments with Rojas.

“As you exchange your vows, know that the vows you make today are more than just words – they are the foundation of a love that will weather every storm and celebrate every triumph. May you continue to inspire one another, to uplift each other's spirits, and to stand as each other's greatest support. You may now share your vows”

“Oh man, okay.” Warren takes a deep breath, probably trying to focus on just you. “Y/N L/N, you make my heart beat, I'm completely in love with you since I had the opportunity to spend more time by your side, I'm sure no one in this world can surprise me as much as you do and make me understand on a daily basis that I need to be grateful for sharing life with you, in any way. I don't know how you put up with all this craziness today, but I want you to know that I would live tonight forever.”

You feel the tears fall from your eyes, taking a deep breath so you don't break down in front of everyone.

“Warren Rojas you are one in a million. I can say with certainty that my longing for something in my life was fulfilled when I met you.Someone who makes me feel like life isn't real because I would never deserve someone so adorable and amazing, you are the definition of Joy. I love you with all my heart.”

You hear applause around you, probably this wasn't the time for celebration but your friends were too lost to understand everything. Eddie brings out the rings as "Aurora" plays in the background, you smile thinking that they probably don't have any record options other than yours.

“Y/N and Warren, as you exchange your rings, let them be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share. Just as these rings are a circle with no end, may your love be a circle of strength and endless compassion.”

You can feel chills as the speech nears the end, your hands in his were shaking and he made a point of stroking your hand with his thumb to comfort you.

“And so, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I am honored to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your union with a kiss.”

He leans in with a giant smile on his face, you grab his cheeks urgently and kiss him vigorously and happily. Far away in the crowd you hear a camera click but think it was Camila, all of them instantly cheer for you. And by the end of that kiss, Vegas became eternal for you.

...

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[tea-and-tickles]

heyaaa it’s me again:3 you can choose whoever you’d like for the ler! (i’m the one who requested lee kasa HAHA)

*i crawl out of a flaming hole in the ground on my hands and knees. i am disheveled and holding charred pieces of paper held together with a paper clip* I FINISHED THE FIC

anon, tsukasa has never been my favorite character, but thank you so much for this request. it was a challenge to write a character that i was less familiar with and it was SO FUN! and also, fair warning... i got carried away. it's a 4k word fic. it is... honestly equally a ruikasa fic as it is a tickle fic. still! i worked really hard on this so i hope it was worth the wait! thank you SO MUCH for your patience as i worked on this!! have a lovely day! :D

"all the world's a stage (so show me how this story ends)"

a/n: i am posting this at 3:30 in the gddamn morning. i have a date at 11. i am going to bed now.

!! kink blogs please DNI. i do not fuck with ns.fw blogs interacting with me. if i see u i'm blocking on sight !!

Summary: Alternate Title: 4 times Rui tickled Tsukasa on accident + 1 time he did it on purpose.

After Rui tickles Tsukasa while Wonderlands x Showtime is prepping for a new show, Tsukasa can't seem to get him out of his head...

Warnings: Tickling.

Kamishiro Rui x Tenma Tsukasa from Project SEKAI (Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!)

Word Count: 4.3k

1

“Tsukasaaaa! This is so neat!” Emu bellowed. “I love how Prince Pegasus is all like, pchoo! Pow! Bop! at The Manticore!”

“You said this is a story you made up for your little sister?” Nene asked.

“Indeed!” Tsukasa proclaimed. Recently, Wonderlands x Showtime had toyed around with performing more completely original works at the Wonder Stage. Of course, their shows always had a personal touch (this was nearly impossible to avoid with Tsukasa’s flair for the dramatic, Rui’s inventive streak, and the sheer scope of Emu’s imagination. Tsukasa sometimes wondered how Nene did it). But they were always based on something. Cinderella but with robots. A theoretical continuation of Sleeping Beauty. King Midas with audience participation. Okay, that last one was a lie, if only because Rui couldn’t make a machine to magically transmute carbon to gold. But it was definitely on brand.

“Saki and I used to play dragons when we were little. But when she got sick, she wasn’t able to play the way she used to. She talked a lot about missing the adventures of Prince Pegasus, my character, so I wrote down new adventures to read to her when I visited her in the hospital!”

Tsukasa was, admittedly, a little apprehensive about performing this. The Chronicles of Prince Pegasus were fun, even enthralling, when it was just him and Saki. But what would his troupemates think? An audience? If he allowed himself to think much more about it, he might just back out.

“Obviously this is a rewritten version, adapted for the stage and adjusted to be even more harrowing!” The others were still reading. Tsukasa couldn’t stand the silence. “But! I would love to hear your thoughts!”

“It’s really interesting, Tsukasa,” Rui said. It was the first time he had spoken since they began reading the script. “I’d like to make a few tweaks to streamline the story and to give us some wiggle room for a bit more improvisation, but I really like the premise. A classic, yet exciting hero’s journey.”

The others nodded in agreement. Phew. This might go okay after all. No, of course it will! “Tweaks? To a star’s original fiction?! How could you, Rui?!” Tsukasa joked.

Rui gently elbowed Tsukasa in the ribs, to which he yelped and jumped almost a foot in the air. It didn’t quite startle him (after all, someone as brave as him wouldn’t crumble beneath such a light touch!), but it… tickled? “I know. I’m the worst,” Rui said. “Now, let’s discuss casting. I think…”

Huh… weird. Tsukasa hadn’t anticipated that such a light touch would make him react in such a way. And why was his face a bit warmer?

Surely it’s just the summer heat.

2

Tsukasa cursed the fact that he was 5’7. Not because he didn’t feel masculine enough or because it somehow took away from his dramatic breadth; rather that Rui put everything too damn high up for him to reach. He was thankful, really. When the troupe actually began production on this show a few weeks ago, Tsukasa found it so surreal. He’d starred in plays, sure, but he’d never written one that got performed! This was the opportunity of a lifetime! Still, how on Earth was he supposed to get into character if he didn’t have Prince Pegasus’ sword?! His cape?! After all, the sword was arguably the focal point of the showdown scene they’d be rehearsing today. Getting up to the blasted things might as well have been a show in and of itself. Tenma Tsukasa, desperately balancing on that treacherous swivel chair—in vain. Tenma Tsukasa, clawing his way up the mountain that was the shelves backstage—only to lose his grip. Tenma Tsukasa Found Dead in Phoenix Wonderland was hardly an appealing show title. This was clearly a losing battle.

“Hey, Rui? Can you give me a hand?”

There he came, his knight in shining sweatpants. “At your service.”

“Thank goodness! I can’t seem to reach the props we need for the next scene. Can you reach?”

Rui stared up at the top shelf where Prince Pegasus’ trusty sword and cape lay. He cocked his head to the left, then to the right. Incredulous. Tsukasa knew Rui was strategic to a fault, but this was excessive. “Hm. Now how did those get all the way up there?”

“You tell me! You’re the prop master!” How strange, he thought! Perhaps this was an exercise in dramatic irony?

Rui began to chew his knuckle. “I am, aren’t I?” Okay, maybe not. That nervous tick was something Rui only did when he was actually nervous—or confused. Think, Tsukasa. Think! There must be something to be done about this predicament! Rui was doing… something. Surveying the scene, perhaps? What more was there to survey? Ground, climb, props. Beginning, middle, end. “To be honest, I don’t know how I got those up there in the first place. I can’t even reach that high. Maybe someone else moved them?”

“Who? Robo-Nene?”

“Maybe.”

“Ugh. You’re impossible,” Tsukasa groaned (with a surprising undertone of affection, he realized). “Wait, what about the ladder? Where is it?”

Rui shook his head. “Emu gave it to one of the contractors for the new splash pad they’re working on in the kids’ area.”

“Great, so what do we do now?”

Rui went back to chewing on his knuckles. Interesting technique… Tsukasa wondered if it might help him think of something.

…mm, nope. No dice. His mouth kind of just tasted like salt now. 

“Oh, how about I lift you up?” Rui suggested. “The top shelf is about eight feet off the ground. I should be able to get you up high enough to reach.”

Tsukasa internally kicked himself for not thinking of that sooner. But of course, as the brave troupe leader he was, he had to inspire confidence in his dear director. “Aha! Brilliant plan, Rui! Yes, let’s conquer this conundrum once and for all!”

Rui chuckled. “That’s our star.” Those words made Tsukasa’s stomach flutter in a way that almost… pleasant? He decided he’d unpack that later. Rui carefully positioned himself behind Tsukasa, hovering his hands just over Tsukasa’s waist. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready!”

1, 2, and 3. Tsukasa was in the air… and suddenly fighting for his composure. Much to his chagrin, unlike the harnesses he’d used to fly in past shows, the sensation of Rui’s hands on his waist was incredibly ticklish. The fact that his fingers just wouldn’t stay still certainly didn’t help. What on Earth was this pattern? It all happened at once—his stomach fluttered. His core muscles tensed. His lips pursed in an absolutely desperate attempt to suppress a yelp. If he moved, he might give himself away. Curse my body for this betrayal!

“Tsukasa? Are you—”

“I’mfinehahathanks!!” Definitely not convincing. Still, there was time to save this. Tsukasa clambered for the props, and once they were safe in his hands, he landed safely on the ground, heart still pounding in his chest and blood rushing to his face. Turning completely away from Rui would be suspicious, but he had to cut his losses somehow.

“Th-Thanks for your help,” Tsukasa said, fastening the royal blue cape around his neck. Ah! Wait! He could pass it off with his costume! Tsukasa did a dramatic half-turn, the cape unceremoniously tangling behind him. Turns out the stale air of the shop was not exactly conducive to flowy capes.

“Of course,” Rui replied. Tsukasa imagined Rui grinning from ear-to-ear. Normally it came across as smug, but… part of him wanted to turn around, just to see if it looked different.

A beat. Neither moved and neither spoke.

“All right, want to start rehearsing the scene in fifteen?” Rui asked.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Rui made his way back onto the Wonder Stage. Something told Tsukasa that this would stay etched into his brain for the foreseeable future.

3

Rui.

Rui, Rui, Rui.

“Our star.”

There was a pit in Tsukasa’s stomach. It had been days since the prop incident, as he called it. He’d been thinking about Rui for much longer than he usually did. His sly, grinning face; his voice; his praise; his stupid jokes—and his hands on his waist. Tsukasa longed for Rui’s touch, and he longed for that touch in particular.

He didn’t get it.

Tsukasa had never had a real crush before. Wait—was it even a crush? Can one develop crushes that quickly? He was at least a little prepared for the butterflies and the racing thoughts. But tickling? Did people fantasize about their crushes tickling them? Was this normal? Then again, maybe it wasn’t actually about the tickling, right? No, surely he just wanted Rui’s attention. That made enough sense. But then again again, why was he so fixated on that moment in particular? Not all the other times Rui had touched him? Why was he so fixated on Rui’s fingers dancing across his skin? Of nails gliding across his stomach and hands lovingly squeezing his sides? Of gentle kisses to his cheeks? Of laughing without a care in the world as Rui showered him with compliment after compliment?

No one could ever know about this. Not the troupe, not Saki, not Toya, and especially not Rui. But Tsukasa was an actor. Surely he could put on a brave face.

…

Or not. Dress rehearsals were actually kind of a disaster. Sure, Prince Pegasus was victorious even without his sword, he rescued his sister, yadda yadda yadda. Tsukasa could go through the motions. But he kept finding his eyes drifting to Rui. And for the most part, Rui hadn’t noticed (thank God), until the final scene.

“Pegasus! Remember, you’re talking to your sister, not the audience!”

Damn it.

“Right! Sorry!”

So the scene dragged on. They ran through it twice. Then three times. Tsukasa’s mind was foggy with heat, frustration, and Rui. Rui’s attention. Rui watching him. Rui judging him. Rui’s disappointment in his lackluster performance. Rui’s disgust when he inevitably learned what Tsukasa had been thinking lately. The urge to cry pricked the corner of his eye.

“...and scene!” shouted Rui. “That was perfect.”

Reprieve. Tsukasa wasn’t absolutely convinced, but it would do for now.

…

Rui’s show notes went in one ear and out the other. There was no way for them not to. While Nene and Emu listened intently, Tsukasa just pondered whatever… that was. This was bad. Very, very bad. Tsukasa had struggled with roles before, but never for this reason. Never because he was so utterly enamored by a guy that he couldn’t focus. What did this mean for him? If he couldn’t surmount a little crush to play a simple fucking role, how could he possibly convey the hero’s journey? Tomorrow Prince Pegasus would appear just as pathetic as Tsukasa was. He needed to will this away, or at least shove it down long enough to—

“Tsukasa.”

Oh no.

“R-Rui! My friend! What can your star do for you?” Jesus, did he really just say that?

Rui frowned. Tsukasa drew in a sharp breath. He saw this coming from miles away, but his stomach churned all the same. “You seemed distracted today. That isn’t like you. I was worried, and… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Exhale.

…that’s it? That’s all he had to say? In just ten seconds, Tsukasa had gone through all five stages of grief and prepared a (quite beautiful, he thought) monologue explaining his “poor” performance. But Rui, ever the wildcard, threw that plan out the window. Of course, any actor can handle a little improv! Right…?

“Oh, yes! I was just…” Think, Tsukasa. Think. “…uh, the heat! Yes, that’s it. I was simply dizzy with the summer heat!” If Rui’s expression was anything to go off of, that wasn’t very convincing at all. So much for improv.

Rui’s contorted face quickly softened to a concerned one. Absolutely none of this was going to plan. “Tsukasa, are you nervous?”

Of course I am, Rui. How can I be calm when your stupid, pretty face is right in front of me? How can I be calm when all I can think about is you ti—

No. But Rui saw right through him. Lying was absolutely not an option. He could, however, conjure a different motivation—it just had to be in character. “Maybe a little. It’s just… are you sure we’re ready to perform tomorrow? I know all of our characters came easily to us, especially mine, of course, but this might be our quickest turnaround yet!” …yeah! Something like that.

Rui seemed to contemplate this answer for a moment (or, at least, that was Tsukasa’s best guess. Rui’s facial expressions were not known for their readability.) He smiled, laying a hand on Tsukasa’s shoulder. “You know I would never put on a show that I didn’t think we could perform. As your director, I have the utmost confidence in you and the others.” Then, he lay his other hand on Tsukasa’s free shoulder, just as tenderly as the first. “And I know our star won’t let us down.”

This wasn’t out of the ordinary. Rui was usually sincere, but felt recontextualized. Tsukasa knew something about Rui, or maybe himself, that he didn’t before. Impulses took over, and before he knew it, Tsukasa found his face buried into the nape of Rui’s neck and his arms wrapped tightly around his body. This was so incredibly selfish. But then Rui’s arms found their way to Tsukasa’s back. It wasn’t as if the two had never hugged before, but it might as well have been. Rui had taken on a different role in Tsukasa’s mind: of an eccentric and colorful casanova.

His soliloquy was suddenly interrupted by the sensation of Rui’s fingertips stroking the length of his back. This was getting ridiculous—could he catch a break today?! Each new spot Rui touched set Tsukasa’s nerves ablaze. Rui’s nimble fingers traveled all the way down to the small of Tsukasa’s back, then slowly back up again, tracing his spine to the valley between his shoulder blades. The higher Rui went, the harder it was for Tsukasa to stifle the giggles bubbling up from his diaphragm. He prayed to God, the universe, anyone who might hear him, that this moment would last a little while longer. But, with one final squeeze, Rui let go. 

Tsukasa now prayed that golden hour would obscure the blush on his face. “Um—thanks for… that, Rui.”

Rui smiled (if he even stopped smiling in the first place?). “Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And, in true cheesy-romance-movie fashion, Tsukasa stared as Rui disappeared beyond the sunlight-bathed horizon.

This wasn’t going away, was it?

4

Tsukasa loved the way the Wonder Stage transformed Rui him and his friends. He’d learned this term once, social facilitation, and that described it perfectly: the crowd was the extra push the troupe needed to be the best they could be. Somehow, all the fears he’d had from the previous day had washed away. Emu’s acting demonstrated a surprising level of depth. Nene found confidence on the stage she didn’t have elsewhere.

And Rui? The Wonder Stage brought him out in his purest form.

Rui had long since moved past his days of typecasting, especially with how well-received Thorpe was—but no one would dare say he was a bad typecaster. When Rui assigned himself a role, he played it well. Case in point, today’s villain, The Manticore. 

Suspense hung in the air as the audience watched Prince Pegasus approach The Manticore. “You,” Prince Pegasus snarled (so far, so good). He sauntered over to his nemesis, hand on his sword’s hilt. “You have a lot of nerve, kidnapping my sister and thinking I wouldn’t track you down.” This wasn’t going badly after all! Rui had no idea how right he was yesterday—that even if Tsukasa was plagued by this… preoccupation… he was still more than capable. It was all such a rush.

Rui chuckled. Or was it The Manticore? Really, they may have been one and the same. Like Rui, The Manticore was charming, cunning, eccentric, and a little bit too handsome for comfort. But no matter! Like any good story, the Prince would surely emerge victorious; he would defeat his nemesis with courage and wit alone.

And then it happened; something unscripted. Rui placed a finger beneath Tsukasa’s chin, tilting it upward. Tsukasa’s cheeks burned. And as if matters couldn’t get any worse, Rui’s finger then pivoted inward, mimicking a lion’s claw. It tickled. And it drove Tsukasa crazy. This, of all times?! Rui had to know. He was testing him. His resolve. His talent. Tsukasa’s composure teetered on that claw for entirely too long. 

“My Prince,” The Manticore (Rui???) cooed. “The choice is yours. The sword, or your sister.”

Tsukasa swallowed hard. But an actor can handle a little improv. Prince Pegasus bowed, offering his sword. “As you wish.”

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“Woooow!!!” Emu cheered. “That was so awesome! That must’ve been our biggest crowd yet!”

Nene nodded. “I could really feel the tension between Prince Pegasus and The Manticore. 

Tension was right. The amount of restraint it took not to kiss Rui then and there was kind of unbearable. But… Emu was right, too. It was an incredible show with an incredible turnout. So much so, in fact, that the four were already planning a rerun and new ways to make it even more incredible. (Emu and Rui’s idea of this was pyrotechnics. Tsukasa figured he could talk some sense into them another time). For now, they could ride the high of another successful show.

A few rides and a meal later, Emu and Nene began making their way home, leaving Tsukasa alone with Rui. This wasn’t unusual—the girls usually needed to get home a bit earlier—but something felt different. Not just Tsukasa’s little crush, that was hardly new. No, Rui seemed distant. Maybe a bit aloof. That pit in his stomach returned. After the stunt Rui pulled during the show, Tsukasa was convinced he had surely caught on to the thoughts plaguing his mind. And, seeing how Tsukasa just barely pushed through the scene, Rui had surely decided that Tsukasa was far too odd to be close to anymore.

…but that didn’t make sense. Rui was weird, sure. His directing methods were sometimes questionable and his inventions bordered on insane. But Rui wasn’t malicious. He was far too sincere to ever test Tsukasa like that. Plus! Rui hadn’t been distant this morning before the show!

And then it clicked. Tsukasa had made himself the villain in his own story! It wasn’t him, but his inner demons! Okay, that was probably a little heavy-handed for a tickle-crush on a boy. But his point stood! What a complex narrative!

Even with this realization, that pit remained. He wasn’t exactly certain, but there was only one way to find out. He had to know how the story would end, no matter how afraid he was. And so, putting on the bravest face he could muster, Tsukasa sauntered over to Rui.

“Hey, Rui.”

“Hmm?”

“What was… that? By the way?”

Rui chuckled. That damn chuckle. “Ah, did you like that little detail in the showdown scene? I thought a bit of improv would really add to—”

“—was it really just for the show?”

Rui’s face dropped. It was more satisfying that Tsukasa was willing to admit. “…what do you mean?”

“The way you tilted my chin,” Tsukasa said. “It was a brilliant choice! Very much in character! But… it felt like you.” If Tsukasa kept talking, he was certain his heart would burst out of his throat. “And… call me crazy, but I hope it wasn’t just for the show.”

The two stood, face-to-face, staring. Neither spoke. Neither moved. And for once, throughout this entire ordeal, Tsukasa saw Rui’s composure break. His hand covered his mouth, and his face turned a deep shade of crimson. Bashfulness looked good on him, Tsukasa thought. Rui’s piercing, yellow eyes met Tsukasa’s. It was familiar. It was the exact “cunning” way Rui had looked at him before.

Oh, wow.

“Tsukasa…” Rui mumbled. The corners of his lips quirked upward, and he laughed. Really laughed. An honest, breathless belly laugh that Tsukasa had never seen from him before. He was completely and utterly enamored by it. “I—I didn’t expect you to read me so candidly.” Rui stepped forward, taking Tsukasa’s trembling hands into his own. “You’re right. A small part of me hoped you’d notice.”

Tsukasa found himself laughing, too. “It took me longer than you know.”

This was comfortable. The both of them, equally shy and equally embarrassed. After all, if all the world was a stage, wasn’t there also a backstage? A green room? An honest moment between actors?

“Rui, can I kiss you?” Tsukasa spat the words out before he could even think about them. And, just as quickly, Rui leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against Tsukasa’s. It was awkward, and decidedly weirder than a stage kiss. But it was nice for the walls to come down. The masks were off. The audience was gone. There was only Tsukasa and Rui…

…and the familiar tickling sensation of Rui’s fingers along the contour of Tsukasa’s jaw. Tsukasa felt his lips part hopelessly into a big, goofy smile. “Wh–What are you doing?”

“Tickling you,” Rui answered. “You’re not the only perceptive one around here, my star.”

What was it called when the pit and the butterflies happened at the same time? Butterfly mosh pit?

“You noticed—AH!”

Rui’s fingers traveled down to Tsukasa’s neck, his nails dragging along either side. “Not at first, but I did notice that you never tried to stop me.” They darted wildly between the underside of his jaw and the crook of his collarbone, never staying in one place for too long. Even trying to trap Rui’s hand between his cheek and his shoulder didn’t work—his fingers could still wiggle away at his neck.

“YoHOU—! You jeheherk!!!” Tsukasa sputtered.

“Me? A jerk?” Rui feigned his best offended voice. “I thought you wanted me to do this!” Rui now had Tsukasa wrapped in his arms, trapping him between his wriggling fingers. This time, he pressed a little harder as he drilled his fingers ever-so-slightly into Tsukasa’s ribs. Tsukasa’s laugh shot up in pitch to an octave he didn’t know he could reach—and it grew even more frantic when Rui’s hands wandered to his sides instead. He couldn’t figure out what tickled more. Squeezing? Spidering? His brain was, frankly, too fuzzy to even think about it. 

“I—! D-Don’t—ahaha!!—dohon’t make me say it!”

“Say what? Say that you want me to tickle you?”

“You know what!!” 

“Do I? Surely I wouldn’t ask if I knew.” Heavens, Tsukasa wasn’t prepared for how much Rui would tease him. Each sentence seemed to be punctuated by even more tickles. No matter how Tsukasa squirmed or twisted, there was always another hand waiting for him, ready to poke at his side or claw under his arms. He could certainly say it was hell, but he’d surely be lying. The fact that Rui was giggling along with him somehow made the sensation even stronger. So, instead of trying to pull Rui’s hands away, Tsukasa simply opted to cover his own face. This seemingly only encouraged Rui to speed up. “Why are you hiding your face? Can’t I hear you giggle?”

“I—ehehe!! I’m embarrassed!”

Rui gasped. “Tsukasa? Embarrassed? What a fascinating turn of events!” Rui’s hands shot straight up to Tsukasa’s wrists as Rui just barely let his fingers graze Tsukasa’s forearms. His arms?! How was that even a spot that could be ticklish?!

Rui’s hands suddenly paused. It was quiet for a moment—much too quiet. The anticipation still wracked Tsukasa’s body. Though he didn’t quite understand why he was still twitching and giggling, he wasn’t exactly complaining. Still… he couldn’t possibly watch. As his hands rose to his eyes, Rui finally spoke.

“Hm… I wonder what happens if I—” Oh no. Tsukasa realized Rui’s were hovering over—

“DON’T YOU DARE—!” Too little, too late. Tsukasa shrieked as Rui’s fingers danced and scribbled all across his tummy.

“Oh! What an interesting discovery! I simply must know more about this spot…” At this point, Tsukasa had fully collapsed against Rui’s body. If not for being in Rui’s arms, he would have absolutely fallen to the ground. But, far too tired to fight back, Tsukasa couldn’t help but laugh away as Rui methodically mapped every bit of his torso. Knowing Rui, he’d have a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of his tickle spots after today.

And for once, Tsukasa really did feel like a star. Maybe not in the way a world-class Broadway actor would be, or a celebrity on the silver screen, but like the apple of Rui’s eye. Attention without performance felt so utterly foreign to Tsukasa—but he could get used to it, he thought.

Even as Rui lightened his touch and slowed his fingers, Tsukasa still found himself awfully ticklish at the moment. Even the slightest, unintentional movement of Rui’s hand sent him into another fit of giggles. Only after Rui removed his hands completely was Tsukasa able to really catch his breath. Though heaving, he gazed at Rui, who was wearing the dumbest grin he had ever seen. Had he not been so worn out, he would have laughed all over again. “I—I think you enjoyed doing that as much as I… um. You know.”

Rui chuckled. “I do know. As for whether I enjoyed it… open to audience interpretation,” he said with a wink.

Tsukasa sighed fondly. He gingerly took Rui’s hand in his. “Walk me home?”

“Of course, my star.”

[veryblushyswitch]

Nancy x Robin x Reader ~ Poly Ship (tickle fic) 🌸

Summary: Nancy and Robin find themselves falling for one of Eddie’s friends. She plays guitar, loves watching movies, and absolutely loves Nancy and Robin. It isn’t until the three of them hang out that secrets are revealed.

Lee: Reader

Lers: Nancy & Robin

Authors Note: First time ever writing for a poly relationship!! I am going to have the reader in this story go by she/they pronouns, but I will make gender neutral ones in the future. This took me so long- oh my gosh. But it’s finally done and I had such a fun time writing it!! I hope you all enjoy! 🌸 @blushyeleven 🌸

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Bright colored leaves fell to the ground as an autumn wind blew across the football field of Hawkins High School. A crowd gathered in the gym while the assembly for the mid-school year was starting to begin.

“Can’t believe we have one of these in the middle of our lunch period.” Robin complained as she sat herself next to Nancy. The two had been dating in secret for a while now. Steve, Chrissy, Eddie, Johnathon and the kids knew, but other than that completely private.

“Yeah. At least we can sit next to each other the whole time.” Nancy gave Robin a wink which made her blush and playfully nudge Nancy’s leg.

“You’re such a flirt, Nancy Wheeler.” Robin whispered, poking Nancy’s side making her yelp and grab Robin’s hand.

“Only for you, Buckley.” Nancy squeezed her hand gently before interlocking their fingers together.

The assembly seemed to last forever as teachers made speeches and cheerleading routines never ended. It was always nice to see Chrissy perform though.

“This is so boring.” Robin remarked, her leg bouncing out of compulsion.

“Yeah I know, it’ll be over soon.” Nancy rubbed her thumb along Robin’s hand.

As she finished her sentence, a song started to play on the speaker. Nancy and Robin glanced at each other, both trying to hide how anxious they felt. They stared at the girl who was strumming away at her electric guitar.

The familiar riff of Don’t Bring Me Down filled the auditorium. The school decided to have a more rock sound for the pep rally and Y/N just so happened to be invited by the school to play a song.

Nancy and Robin were in love to say the least. They knew you played guitar, but they’ve never actually seen you play. Robin was blushing and Nancy was playing with her hair every now and then to try and distract herself from you.

As the performance finished, the crowd erupted into applause as you walked off stage. Nancy and Robin held hands after they clapped and nodded at each other. When they saw you after fifth period today, they were going to ask you to hang out this weekend.

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Never in a million years would you have thought you would’ve had Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler inviting you over to hang out.

You’ve had a crush on both of them for quite some time, and you’ve all talked at school when you could, but you’ve never hung out with them outside of all that. You’ve talked with Eddie about how you feel and sworn him to secrecy.

As you approached the Wheeler’s residence, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as the door handle almost immediately moved and the door opened.

“Y/N!” Robin squealed as she leapt at you for a hug. You laughed at the sudden affection and hugged her back. You two had always been super affectionate individuals and hugs were a must whenever you saw each other.

“Hey Y/N.” Nancy waved from the doorway. Her other hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. She always did that when she was nervous. You started to feel a little anxious at the wonder of what she could be worried about.

“Come on in.” Nancy gestured inside. Robin took your hand and dragged you into the house and headed towards the basement.

“I’m gonna grab a couple drinks then I’ll be down.” Nancy remarked as you and Robin made yourselves comfortable on the couch.

You sat on the middle cushion and grabbed a pillow to hug against your chest. Robin made herself comfortable against your right side, leaning her head on your shoulder and looking up at you. Gosh she is so cute, you thought.

“Hey, Nancy seemed a bit… anxious when I arrived. Is something wrong?” As you asked this Robin sat up and blushed a bit.

“Y-Yeah she’s totally fine. Nothing’s wrong I promise.” She fiddled with her fingers. You felt a bit sad when she sat up. You wished she would lean against you again.

“Okay I’m back, sorry for the wait.” Nancy announced walking down the stairs. She had a water bottle in each hand and a can of coke tucked under her arm.

She handed you and Robin a water while she sat on your left and opened her coke. You all simultaneously took an awkward sip. The air was tense and you had no idea why. Other than all the gay panicking that was happening in your head-

“So… what did you guys think of the show?” You broke the ice as you set your water bottle on the table in front of you. Robin choked a bit on her water making Nancy giggle.

“It was amazing. Robin and I both agree it was the only entertaining part of the whole assembly. Other than seeing Chrissy.” You smiled an blushed a little at that. They really liked your performance?!

“I mean, Tammy Thompson was pretty entertaining if you ask me.” You snickered before all three of you broke into laughter.

It felt good to have the tension disappear. Laughter was the best way to do that when it came to the Hawkins gang.

The next couple minutes were spent talking about everyone’s day and random updates about life. Robin was talking about a work story with Steve when you noticed that Nancy was playing with the hem of her skirt again. She also seemed to be zoned out as she listened to Robin speak.

Robin finished her story and headed to the restroom. You decided to see if you could get Nancy to talk to you. It’s not like it was hard, all three of you talked to each other about everything practically. Something was clearly bothering her and you needed to know what.

“You okay Nance? You’ve been kind of anxious.” You put a hand on her knee. She jumped a bit at the action and turned towards you like a deer in the headlights.

“I-I’m fine. Just have some things on my mind.” She looked away.

“Do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it of course, but I’m here if you need anything.” You moved your thumb across her knee in a comforting motion making her smile.

Robin walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw you two. She made eye contact with Nancy before looking back at you.

“Actually…” Nancy began, bringing your hand that was on her knee up to hold in hers. “There is something we both want to talk to you about.” Robin sat back down next to you as Nancy said this.

“Okay. Is something wrong?” You saw the color leave Robin’s face. Either something was wrong, or something was incredibly wrong. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you guys.” You took Robin’s hand in yours that wasn’t holding Nancy’s. “Nothing can change that.”

Nancy still seemed worried, but took a deep breath and managed a small smile.

“So… you know how Robin and I are… close, you could say.” You nodded along as Nancy went on. “Yeah so. We’re girlfriends. And not like fiends who are girls. We’re together.” Nancy started to tear up as Robin tried to hold back a sob while her leg bounced a million miles a minute.

“A-And we don’t want you to think any different of us w-were still us.” Robin started to full on cry as she squeezed your hand.

“Guys…” You began, tears forming in your eyes. “I don’t care about that. I’m so incredibly happy you told me this. In fact, I… I like girls too.” Now you had tears running down your face.

Nancy giggled which caused you to laugh which then caused Robin to giggle through her sobs before wrapping you in a hug. Nancy wrapped around you both as all three of you laughed and cried.

After a few minutes, you all took in some deep breaths and laid back. Nancy and Robin made eye contact then looked back at you. Robin nodded. Her and Nancy agreed they would split up telling you everything. Now it was her turn.

“There was another thing we wanted to tell you. Or more so ask you if the events went well, which they have, and I personally didn’t think it would go this well-” “Robin.” Nancy stopped her girlfriend from going on for too long. “Oh yeah, sorry.” She shook her hands a bit to let some of the nervous energy out.

“Nancy and I, we’re dating. We’re together.” You smiled hearing that again. You always had an assumption considering how close they were. But you didn’t interrupt. “And.. a-and we would like to know if- to know if you would like to date us too.”

Your eyes widened and your face blushed red. Is this really happening? You almost started crying again. You felt paralyzed. With what? Fear? Excitement? Maybe both.

“I… I would love to. Yes! I’ve actually had a crush on both of you guys for a while now! Eddie was the only one who knew and it was this whole thing- And I’m going to stop myself before I start rambling.” You cried with joy and shook your hands with happiness.

Robin and Nancy smiled and started crying again too. Cue another three way hug full of giggles and tears.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe this is happening!” You shook your hands making Robin do the same. You both stimmed and listened as Nancy giggled at how adorable you two were being. Nancy wiped away her last few remaining tears, reaching for one your’s and Robin’s hands.

You both looked at Nancy with longing eyes as she kissed each of your hands. You felt your ears turn pink making Robin and Nancy giggle.

Robin booped your nose as Nancy poked your cheek. Your eyes widened as you covered your face to hide the blush spreading across your face.

“Awww she’s trying to hide from us Nance~” Robin cooed and poked your side. You squealed and tried to block that spot with your elbow, but it only managed to cover a small part of your ribs since you didn’t want to uncover all of your face.

The two made eye contact before scribbling at your sides. A shriek escaped your mouth as your arms came crashing down against your torso.

You threw your head back in laughter, the fingers moved up and down from your sides to your ribs and even sneaking pokes under your arms.

“Ohohohohoh my gohohosh!” You tried to curl yourself against Robin when Nancy hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ribs.

“What’s that song you were playing at the pep rally?” Nancy asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You tried to protest, knowing where they were going with the playful teasing.

“Don’t Bring Me Down? Yeah I love that song! I always wondered how Y/N played it.” Robin smirked grabbing an arm to pin by the side of your head.

“Me too, Rob. Let’s try together shall we?” Nancy took your other arm and pinned it the same way.

“N-Nahancy! Robin! Plehehease!” You tried to pull at your arms but they were pinned good. They both slowly walked their first two fingers down your arm starting at your wrists.

Your giggles got louder and higher as their fingers spider crawled lower and lower till they were right above your underarms. You brought your legs up against your chest as you tried to prepare yourself for their attack.

“Ready?” Nancy asked Robin. “Go!” Robin yelled. You screamed at contact then burst into laughter as they scribbled from your underarms to your ribs and up and down and up again.

“Don’t bring me down~” Robin sang as she strummed your ribs like a guitar. “No! No! No! No! Nooo~” Nancy joined in pinching your side. They both giggled as the singing seemed to make you laugh more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” “Pleeeeease- sing another verse?” Robin teased digging a bit rougher into your lower ribs to make you squeal. “Who can say no to that?”

Nancy and Robin sang the chorus once again with your laugh as the background music.

They slowed their hands to give you a break but kept your wrists pinned to the couch. “Don’t worry we’re not done with you yet.” Robin cooed rubbing her thumb against your wrist in a comforting way.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish~” Nancy teased lightly scratching at your tummy with her nails. This caused you to squeal and kick your legs out. The light scratches causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter their wings even faster than you thought was possible.

“Hehehehehe! *snort* Nohohohohoho!” The light tickles caused you to snort and hide your face against the couch. Robin and Nancy could’ve died happy right then and there after hearing that noise. Well maybe after hearing it a few more times.

“That was the cutest sound I’ve ever heard!!!” Robin practically screamed. This made you laugh even more and blush at her comment. They continued to pinch and scratch at your stomach. Nancy sneakily poking at your belly button a few times to make you jump.

“Ahahahahaha! *snort* IhI cahahahahan’t!” You snorted and squealed. The light tickles filling your body warmth and happiness. Your body went into fight or flight mode, however, when you felt a pinch to your hip. Nancy jumped back at the sudden scream that was ripped from your throat.

“Ooooh Nance!! You found a tickle spot!!” Robin beamed, her eyes twinkling with delight as she started pinching your hip. You squirmed harder than ever. Your body overflowing with the ticklish sensations yelling at you to escape. Yet it was all enjoyable nonetheless. Every had their breaking point, however.

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCY! UHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHASE!” You kicked your legs as you laughed those final words. Your next few breaths coming out in small giggles as Nancy and Robin withdrew their hands.

Robin brushed some hair behind your ear that had gotten in your face during all the squirming.

“You’re so cute Y/N.” Robin admired the way your eyes glistened after she spoke. Nancy agreed. “Your laugh is so beautiful and adorable. We’ll have to do this all the time.” She giggled when the comment made you blush. And just when you were calming down from the tickle attack!

Nancy and Robin practically melted at how adorable you were being. Nancy bit her lip before mustering up the courage to kiss your cheek.

Both you and Robin stared at Nancy in astonishment. “Was that okay?” Nancy asked while gripping onto her skirt. You smiled. That smile turned into a smirk as you gently took the hem of her shirt and pulled her lips to yours.

“More than okay.” You said after the kiss. You turned to Robin and did the same. Her face beamed with joy. The three of you then cuddled and soon fell asleep from an emotional few hours. Thus began a journey all three of you wouldn’t trade for anything.

[klairawaira]

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Fandom- Project Sekai / HATSUNE MIKU: COLORFUL STAGE!

Characters- Emu Otori, Lee!Nene Kusanagi

Ships- EmuNene

Summary- Emu tries to ease Nene's anxiety, until she eventually finds a method that will keep a smile on Nene's face for a while.

A/N- Happy kind of late 2024!!!!! I was originally gonna start writing this before my birthday to celebrate my 16th year of life, but I was kinda too impatient to wait that long LMAO - also this is partially beta read (by py and zin :3)

Tags- @ziniszombie | @justaposibblytransgirl (incase u wanna read it too, sam) | @pink-tk-a-latte (im pinging u bc you've partially beta read this)

Fic Under The Cut!

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"What's wrong Nene?"

Nene perked up, raising her head as Emu would speak softly to her. Nene had been keeping to herself since earlier this morning, getting really bad anxiety from a lack of sleep. As Nene perked up, she'd speak quietly, but loud enough for the pinkette to hear.

"M-Me?!- O-Oh..yeah. Don't worry a-about me, Emu. I-I'm fine." It was obviously a lie that Emu could instantly sense, seeing Nene fidget with her hands. She'd smile reassuringly, trying to comfort the grayish-green haired girl.

"I know you're lying, Nene, but its okay. Was it something that anybody did, or are you just genuinely anxious?"

Nene sighed softly, finally opening up about her worries to Emu. "I just.. I can't help but feel anxious about our next show.. I feel scared that I'll mess up like I used to..."

Emu understood what Nene meant, feeling bad for what the girl had to go through. She'd smile kindly, patting Nene's back to reassure her. All was going great now...Well, it was, until Emu heard a soft squeak from the poor girl.

"A-Ah...! E-Emu...Emu doho-don't!"

Emu froze, genuinely confused about what had just happened. She was about to ask what Nene had meant, before looking down to see her hand gently squeezing Nene's side. Smiling, she'd start cooing at Nene, causing a flustered reaction out of the grayish-green haired girl.

"Awwweeee~! Are you tickliiiissshhh~? That's soooo cute, Nene! I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna getcha! I'm goooonnnaaaa....getcha~!"

Nene squeaked, trying to run away as she dashed in the opposite direction. She, however, would unfortunately be caught by Emu. Struggling, she'd giggle nervously as Emu wriggled her fingers in Nene's direction. "Awwwweeee~! Giggling already, Nene~? I haven't even touched you yet~"

"Nohoho-No..! E-Emu! Wai- EHEHEHEEEP! Nohohoohohohooooo!"

Emu's sudden scribbling from her fingers to Nene's sides caught the poor girl off guard. She couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably as she squirmed around lightly.

"Tickle tickle tiiiickleeeee~! I'm gooonnnnaaa getcha getcha getchaaaa~!" Emu teased playfully, wanting to lightheartedly treat Nene like a little girl. "Nohohoohohohohoho! Ahahahahahehehehehehe! E-Ehehehemuhuhuhuhuuu! Nohohot thahahahahahahat! P-Plehehehahahase! I-It tihihihihihicklehehes!"

Emu giggled along with the ticklish mess, cooing sweetly as she began to lightly pinch at Nene's hips. The playful antics of the pinkette caused uncharacteristic squeals to bubble out of the girl's lips.

"E-Eheheheheheeeek! E-EheheheheHEMUHUHUUU! STOHOHOhohohohopppp IHIHIHIHIT!"

"Awwweee~ Why, Nene? Does it tickletickletickletickletickle~? Kitchykitchykitchykitchykitchykitchykitchy coooooo~!" Emu cooed, her fingers slowly crawling up to Nene's neck.

"N-Nononononoooooooo! W-Wait! P-Pleas- EHEHEHEHEHEEEEK! E-EHEHEHEMUHUHUHUHUUU! N-NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEREEEE! AHAHAHEHEHEHE- *snort* " Nene shrieked, covering her mouth as she let out tiny snorts. She'd keep pleading until Emu finally let up, kissing her cheeks. "You ok, gigglebug? Did I go too far?"

"Nohoho-No! Don't worry, Emu! I'm fihihi-fine!"

As Nene giggled from the ghost tickles, Emu would smile brightly and hold Nene tightly in her arms. "That's good to know! I love you, but know I won't be afraid to tickle you for being sad again~!"

Nene giggled back nervously, but happily. "Ahehehe...! I-I lohohohove you too!"

[animeniacss]

(im)perfect - Seoksoo

Here's a little snippet of my Seoksoo fic (Im)perfect. It's still in some editing stages and will be uploaded soon hopefully! But here's a snippet from Chapter 12. I hope you guys enjoy it!

He felt Joshua pull him closer to his side, offering a smile. Even under the dim lights, Joshua looked perfect. Seokmin really wanted to kiss him, but the setting of his first kiss with this guy being at a crowded party? No. “You look overwhelmed.” Joshua asked, leaning forward a bit. His voice practically brushed Seokmin’s ear, shivering despite being packed in a hot room. “Are you okay?”

         “Yeah.” Seokmin turned to him a bit. When he did his eyes immediately fell on how close their lips were. Something in Seokmin’s chest stopped. He studied Joshua’s lips for a minute. It felt as if the rest of the party had stopped, waiting at a standstill for something to happen between these two.

         He really wanted to kiss Joshua.

         The hand on Seokmin’s waist tightened a bit, making his breath catch in his throat. Hoping to avoid whatever gaze Joshua was looking at him with, Seokmin’s eyes dipped down to the necklace adoring his collarbones. Even in this stunning outfit, little plastic beads poking out from underneath. His finger reached up, wrapping around the beads gently. He rubbed a thumb along one of the clear beads laid right in the center.

         “Is this new?” Despite Seokmin’s voice rising to be heard over the music, it was still delicate and trembling. Joshua took a second to process the question, finally nodding his head.

         “I couldn’t sleep last night.” He said.

         Seokmin felt his body press closer to Joshua when a couple staggered past, not even turning to utter a half-ass apology. Seokmin gulped. Each beat of the music felt as if it were crushing him into a smaller ball. He wanted to simply curl up and escape from here. But his only option was to press closer to Joshua, who was happy to oblige, bringing him closer into his circle. Seokmin felt a burning sensation in his throat. Gripping the little plastic beads as if they were the last string keeping him from falling into an endless abyss, Seokmin knew he needed to say something else to distract himself.

         “You don’t sleep a lot.” Smooth.

         Joshua’s nose crinkled, nodding his head. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead, I guess.”

         “You’ll get sick if you say that, you know.”

         “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t.” He leaned closer, breath tickling Seokmin’s ear like the kiss of an angel. “This isn’t really ‘dance party’ conversation, you know.”

         “I-.” Seokmin shivered. “I don’t really know much, ‘dance party conversation’.” His eyes flickered up to Joshua’s as he took another sip of his drink. Even when he wasn’t looking at Seokmin, his eyes sent shivers down his spine. He felt like he’d turn to mush at any second, forming into a puddle at Joshua’s feet. His neck craned to the large dance floor where most had congregated. Immediately, his eyes locked on Mingyu. He had arrived with Seungcheol early on in the night, both being friends with the host. Seokmin saw his shoulder-length, black hair bouncing under the colored lights with Seungcheol, head back and laughter that was drowned out by the music. He looked happy, they looked happy. No worries in the back of their mind, just enjoying the night together, in one another’s arms, like it was the only place they wanted to be.

         The worst things happen at college parties. You never know who will be there, or what they’ll try to do.

         “Do you want to dance?” Seokmin turned to see Joshua as he set down his beer bottle. Seokmin immediately noticed barely two sips were taken from it. “You’re staring at the dance floor so intensely.”

         “There’s…” Seokmin paused. “I just saw a friend in the crowd. There’s a lot of people.” Joshua nodded. 

         The duo watched the party go on around them. Seokmin tried to focus on the silence that settled between them, hoping even a little drop of it would calm his nerves. He felt he should be on the dance floor, hips pressed up against Joshua because that was expected. There must be someone who has seen the both of them just standing there, wondering why the hell they were even at the party to begin with if they didn’t intend to enjoy it.

         Joshua must be having a miserable time, just standing in one spot.

“Uhm-.” Seokmin’s voice turned the older male’s attention back to him. “If you want to, then-.”

         “No, it’s okay.” Joshua’s hips pressed against the counter top, elbow resting on the marble surface as he scanned the crowd. “I’m fine right here.” His fingers tightened on Seokmin’s back one final time, closing all the space between them. Seokmin felt his knee press against Joshua’s thigh. “Besides, my dancing skills could put all of these guys to shame. I’m doing them a favor.”

         Finally, Seokmin offered a laugh that blended with the beat. “Oh, I see.”

         “Yeah. I could wipe the entire dance floor with my one signature move.”

         “I kind of want to see it.” Seokmin admitted. Joshua shook his head.

         “It’s way too much. It might melt your brain from all of its amazingness.” Seokmin’s laughter continued, covering his mouth as his head fell forward, pressing against Joshua’s chest. Almost immediately as it did, his head shot up right, cheeks tinted red. Amused by the reaction, Joshua leaned closer. “Hm? You okay?”

         “Fine. I’m fine.” Seokmin squeaked. Joshua nodded, smiling in a way that made Seokmin feel like he was caught in a lie.

         I really want to kiss him, this is insanity. How on earth do I go about doing that? What do I do? What. Do. I. Do?!

         Joshua tongue ran along the inside of his bottom lip, Seokmin catching the entire thing since he couldn’t peel his eyes away from that part of his perfect face.

         Is that his sign he wants to kiss me? I can’t tell. What if I go for it and make a fool of myself? I’ll never live it down. I’ll never live it down.

         “Seokmin.” Joshua breathed.

         Do I even want my first kiss with him to be at some party? What will that make me? Will he think I want to do other stuff? Don’t you do other stuff at a party?

         “Seokmin.” His voice was a bit firmer.

         “Hm?” Seokmin could barely feel the sound leave his lips.

         “You’re squeezing my necklace like it owes you money.” Seokmin’s eyes finally steadied, dropping from Joshua’s lips to the vice grip he had on the plastic beads. They were lifted off his neck from the force of his grip.

         His grip loosened completely, allowing the jewelry to fall back against Joshua’s skin. “Sorry…” Joshua only shrugged.

    

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Rui x gn!reader

Don't ask, I suddenly felt compelled to write this. So uhh if you're lee for Kamishiro Rui, you're welcome~

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Rui x reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Rui

Warnings: Tickles

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Another boring day of class. The teacher's voice was so deep and slow it could almost put you to sleep. You pretended to pay attention but were just doodling on your notebook. While your classmate, Rui, who sat behind you, practically did the same. Except he was sketching out ideas for future inventions.

"Maybe I could rest my eyes for a moment" You thought to yourself. As your eyes drifted closed, you suddenly felt a flick go down your back. Causing you to jolt upright. You turned back to look at the culprit, and there was Rui with that teasy smirk he always wore.

"Oi, cut it out...!" You whispered out, but you knew damn well that that boy wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Whenever he got bored, which was always, you were always his target for some fun entertainment. Even if it came at your expense.

You turned back around, trying to act normal. A little while passed and you almost forgot about the incident, that was until you felt some light tapping along your sides.

"Eep-!" You instantly slapped both hands onto your mouth to prevent any embarrassing sounds to come out, but that only left you more vulnerable to Rui's ticklish onslaught. He then climbed his fingers up your sides to your ribs, then back down. Going very slowly, as if two tickly spiders went up and down the sides of your torso. He was consistent, not letting up for even a second. The touch was so soft yet felt so sensitive, you were practically screaming internally. At this point, your cheeks kept turning redder each second of this ongoing torture.

Before you knew it, you felt his warm breath against your ear as he leaned in close and whispered "Ahh... kocho kocho kocho~ Remember, you can't make any sound~".

"R-rUi you aHass...!" You tittered out, it took everything in you to not burst out laughing right there and then.

You got a couple glances from the other students, snickering at your situation. But luckily the teacher hand't noticed, if they did that'd be embarrassing.

It couldn't get worse... right? Oh how naive of you. Rui decided to amp it up a bit and snuck his hands under your sweater, his fingers softly pinching and prodding the soft flesh of your tummy.

"HnGh! Pfft-! Hrrrgh!" You jumped and yelped, squirming like a worm in your seat. All while cursing at Rui mentally, even though you did enjoy his playfullness. Not like you'd ever admit it.

After enduring his tickling for a while, your lord and savior came through. The bell rang, signaling that class was over. Finally Rui let up with the tickling. You let out a long sigh of relief, softly catching your breath.

It was now time for lunch so you got up to leave, but before that you felt an arm swing around your shoulder. When you looked up, it was Rui once again looking down at you with the same teasy look.

"Hey Y/N! How about we continue were we left off?~" He playfully winked as he dragged you along without waiting for a reply.

"H-hey! I never agreed to this-" before you could finish complaining, he brough his finger up to your lips and made a 'shh' sound.

"Please, we both know you liked it~".

Your face practically errupted right there on the spot, causing Rui to giggle. You pouted playfully and went along with him, giddy to know what he'd do next.

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Idk what I'm doing, but I like it :>

[anzynai]

hi there! :3 id to request ler tsukasa tenma x lee reader or even the other way around is fine :) i really love your writing !! take care <3

Day 14 - Soft

Tsukasa x Reader (Project Sekai)

a/n; so ignoring the fact this ask was from a while ago, i actually had fun writing this! i haven’t written in a hot minute so if there’s any mistakes, that’s my bad. either way, i don’t really write x readers that much because i don’t like using y/n (so i don’t) but i try to keep it gender neutral. i prefer writing canon characters, but it was nice writing an x reader for a change. as always, enjoy!

this was originally a fic i just wrote, but i’m using it for tktober now!!!

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Tsukasa had never been shy to physical touch, and with you, being his partner, his desire for it had only intensified.

You didn’t mind. How could you? You loved him just as he loved you so you didn’t push him away from the countless hugs and kisses that he would give you. No matter how spontaneous they often were.

Today was no different, it seemed. You stood at the kitchen, wiping off a dish. You had invited Tsukasa over that day to eat breakfast together and he agreed enthusiastically. It was a simple meal— pancakes and bacon, but enjoyable, nonetheless. Eventually, you both finished and you took the plates and began to clean them.

When you put the last dish away, arms wrap around you and Tsukasa nuzzles his hair into your neck. You giggle, turning your head back to your boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” You ask, a smile on your face. You use your hand to pat him on the head. He looks up at you, a large and gleeful smile on my face.

“Hugging you, of course! You are just so cute! Truly shining like the night sky!” Tsukasa exclaims, pulling you towards him.

“You.. you’re so stupid..” You blush, but smile back at him, returning the hug.

“I love you so much, my darling!” You could never get used to his bold affection. Though, it happened often, sometimes he just said whatever he wanted you to know and it just… flustered you a bit. He had always been confident and caring, quick to assure the people he cares about and let them know what you really mean to him. You admired that— it was one of the reasons you liked him.

“I.. love you too.” You mumble shyly, trying to turn. He had been hugging you from behind, meaning you had to crane your neck to be able to see his face.

Somehow, your movements led to fingers grazing your side and you let out a shocked gasp before you can stop it. Tsukasa pauses.

“What was that? Did I hurt you?” Tsukasa asks, gently. He removes his hands from your waist, cupping your face gently. You can feel the heat radiating from your face and onto his skin. His voice is laced with concern. What do you say now?!

“Ah— no, you just started me a bit.” You rush to exclaim and he seems to scan you over, as if making sure you meant it. He looked back at your blushing face and a cheeky smile began to adorn his features.

“What is it that startled you so much, my love?” He smiles, slowly caressing your stomach and sides with his fingers. This… was a mood he hadn’t had often. You found yourself liking it, though, and you cherished every time he would be so.. teasing.

“…Nothing.” You say, because really, what else could you say. That it tickled? Isn’t it a bit embarrassing, you think to yourself, to have such a reaction to such a light and passing touch. You hated to admit it, but among many of your friends, you were the one to be the most cursed with being ticklish. Somehow, you had hid it from Tsukasa and his inability to stop touching you, but it didn’t change the fact that you are incredibly, undeniably, extremely ticklish. What would Tsukasa do with this information? You knew the answer.

“Haha, nothing? Then you won’t mind if I do.. this?” Tsukasa laughed, scratching lightly on your side, just barely reaching under your shirt. You purse your lips together, feeling an uncontrollable smile form.

“N-no..” You mutter, and you have to force your hand to stay at your side instead of push his hand away.

He brings his other hand to your stomach, swirling around your navel teasingly. You flinch, ducking your head down so that Tsukasa wouldn’t be able to see just how hard it was to not make a sound.

“Nor this?” He laughs.

“N-nahah…” You sputter.

“I see you are a tough one to crack! No matter. Challenges like this are nothing for a star such as I!” He declares, loudly and proudly. It makes you want to give in, just for a moment. You shake your head.

“I.. I’d like to s-sehehee you t-try..!” You shouted, defiantly. If you gave in now, it would be too easy. No way you were doing that!

“Ohoho? You’re so adorable. I will make you laugh if it’s the last thing I do!” He bubbled, an elegant and quite beautiful grin splayed out on his face. He looked quite stunning. That was your last coherent thought before he began to scratch and scribble across your body with more force and speed.

You bucked out and you reached your hands up, covering your stomach as a futile attempt to stop Tsukasa’s tickly hands. You bit your lip, stifling the small huffs and giggles threatening to spill out. He put his head over your shoulder, not yet touching it to look at what he was doing to you. His hair grazed your neck, which made you feel itchy and therefore, more sensitive.

You didn’t dare speak. You wouldn’t be able to stop laughing the moment you opened your mouth and you knew it.

“My love, you don’t need to resist!” Tsukasa chuckled. You could feel your legs giving it and Tsukasa didn’t stop as he slowly guided you down to the cool kitchen floor. He sat you in his lap and he switched to squeezing your hips and…

“W-wahahahait! Stahahap!” You sputter out, a stream of giggles filling the air. You push away at his hands, leaning your head back onto his chest. Tsukasa’s face lightens up as if he had just won the lottery.

“There you go! As I thought, your laugh is as stunning as you are!” He beams, prodding at your hips with excitement.

“T-Tsukasa!” You laugh, but you can feel yourself enjoying this. He nuzzles into your neck, watching with amusement and joy when you scrunch your neck down.

He moves his hands up again, barely grazing your sides and chuckling when you flinch again. Though he only goes up, until he reached your underarms and just.. goes for it.

“N-nOHOHOHO! TSUKASAHAHA!” You cry out, a wave of panicked laughter washing over you. Your armpits were definitely one of your worst spots. You always reached your limit quickly after someone tickled you there.

“It seems I found a good spot!” He hums, digging into your sensitive hollows and absorbing every single bit of laughter that escapes your lips.

“NOHOHOHOHO… N-nOHO moHOHOHore…!” You howled and fortunately, his tickling fingers came to a halt. Instead, he rubbed your stomach comfortingly, resting his head on your shoulder as you leaned back at him, trying to catch your breath.

“You really are so cute.” He muttered, smiling at you with such joy in his eyes that you felt you couldn’t look away.

“You had fun, then?” You croaked, faking a glare. The facade broke instantly and you smiled back at him. Smiles were contagious, indeed.

“Mhm! I always have fun when I’m with you!” Tsukasa complimented.

“I do too..” You admit, looking at the ground.

“I take it you enjoyed the tickling then?” Tsukasa asked and you grumbled, absolutely refusing the answer the question.

You put your hand on the back on his head pushing it towards you. He seemed shocked at first, but smiled when your lips met his. You really loved him so much.

[pipitwrites]

2023 fanworks round-up

taken from @francophonesfictions, thank you for creating a formatting template, hehehe. sticking to the things that made their way to my ao3...

the fics:

1 • but i like you, we can howl at the moon (piarles, explicit, 2.4k) -- posted incredibly on january 1, 2023

“Usually, I am better at controlling it.” “Usually,” Charles repeats numbly. Pierre smiles, rueful. “It is harder with you.”

2 • in faith (sebchal, mature, 1.8k)

At his side now, Charles sat taller than Sebastian with a weariness in his sunlit eyes that belied his relative youth and beauty. A simple golden circlet lay nestled in his hair, his only adornment. "You might smile," Sebastian whispered, the rough edge of his untamed beard brushing against Charles's cheek. "One might think you are at your funeral."

3 • this little space in between (chalex, teen, 2k)

When he reaches the station, Alex finds Charles curled up with his knees against his chest on the lone splintering bench by the platform, pushing a roller bag back and forth with the tip of his shoe.

4 • in my ribs and under my chest (piarles, explicit, 2.8k)

"I already know what you look like naked," Pierre reminds him with a smirk and Charles flushes at the implication, which is stupid. They've been living out of each other's pockets since they were children, before Charles had ever considered what it might be like to be wrapped up in Pierre. "I am not," Charles finally admits. "Not naked." Pierre's eyebrows climb up his face again, intrigued.

5 • a thing most new (piarles, explicit, 3.6k)

Pierre comes back home with a mustache. It is neatly trimmed, following the line of his full mouth. Charles feels as if he is greeting a stranger when Lorenzo comes back from the station with Pierre in tow. He hangs back toward the end of the hallway—everyone in the house has come out to welcome Pierre back from his first year away at university, popular as he was with the rest of the staff.

6 • as unchanging as the sea (piarles, mature, 2k)

Like most of the petits rats, Charles keeps a small box of personal effects in the dressing rooms. A bit of powder and a nub of rouge for his cheeks, a bundle of letters from home, a sachet of dried herbs from his grandmother’s garden that has long lost its scent. There is a cross embroidered on the yellowed cloth and although Charles no longer attends mass, it is still dear to him as is the thin gold crucifix that he hides in a loose panel at the bottom of the wooden box. warnings: implied off-stage sex work with coercion/violence, typical of the historical period/setting. this is non-graphic and obliquely referenced in the text.

7 • little bright things (piarles, explicit, 2.2k)

The skirt is too short, stealthily taken from the box of outgrown things Marie, the gardener’s daughter, had packed up to donate to the church. It barely covers Charles’s ass, hem skimming the tops of his thighs, but the waist had just fit with a cream-colored polo shirt tucked in. Charles’s professors might have scolded him about the contrasting whites, but they aren’t here right now. It is just Charles and the moonlight and the soft strains of music filtering in through the high windows. And, of course, Pierre.

8 • give a kiss, get a cab (chalex, explicit, 1.5k)

Alex nearly spits out her drink when she spots Charles in a corner by the windows. Charles has more than put in the effort tonight, wearing a glittery tight little mini skirt and strappy sandals that show off the long line of her legs and the pert curve of her ass where it meets her thighs.

9 • the bride of gévaudan (piarles, explicit, 12k)

At the altar, Charles’s hands trembled as he took the cup of sweet wine from the priest and drank. It was only a small sip, but he felt the rush of heat spreading from his stomach, making him dizzy in a matter of seconds. There was a soft tickle at the back of his hand, barely even a touch. The tip of the Wolf’s tail swayed back at Charles’s elbow. Startled, Charles met the Wolf’s eyes. They were a shocking shade of icy blue and almost human in their regard.

10 • a blessing, a fable (sebchal, explicit, 6.8k)

“I carry a message from the abbot of Maranello,” Brother Charles announced, voice ringing across the courtyard like a bell. He wore the short white tunic of a novice under his cloak, which was enough to set Sebastian on edge. As far as Sebastian knew, Maranello did not send initiates on missions before they had taken their full vows. There were too many temptations outside of the abbey walls, the former abbot had told Sebastian once, his mouth loose with wine and good humor. Brother Charles would have been a temptation himself, long dark lashes sweeping across his delicately carved cheekbones. His eyes were bright and unguarded as they met Sebastian’s without a hint of fear.

11 • a christmas reel (piarles, teen, 6.5k)

When his girlfriend had first told him she wasn’t coming with him anymore to Nicolas’s wedding, Pierre had been confused, worried even that something urgent had happened—a death in the family, perhaps. It had only been when she had failed to answer, unusually hesitant, that it had become clear to him that there was nothing wrong—except them. It’s not just this, she had said, unusually somber, and Pierre had understood. So Pierre had come home the night before with just a single suitcase and a long garment bag holding his best suit.

the ficlets:

double entendre (piarles, explicit, 528 words) (yes... this was me...)

sovereignty (piarles, mature, 499 words)

a sea-change (piarles, teen, 473 words)

EN-20 (sebchal, teen, 461 words)

like water to wine (piarles, explicit, 671 words)

like you a little (chalex, general, 595 words)

let me crack the code (piarles, teen, 788 words)

total # of completed works: eleven works that i would say are finished, plus seven ficlets of varying lengths

total word count: 47,936, which is, like. an insane amount of words for me. i've been visited by the chuse (charles muse) sdfkljgkjli

what’s your own favorite creation of the year: "a thing most new" and "give a kiss, get a cab," which speak to different parts of my soul.

do you have any goals for the new year: just to continue to have fun!!!! sdfkljfk i'm going to be honest and say i've never approached writing fic for myself as like. an exercise for honing any sort of craft.

most popular creation of the year: by hits, "in my ribs and under my chest," aka the corset fic... but by kudos, "but i like you, we can howl at the moon" just edges out ahead (ha!).

under-appreciated creation of the year: i'm so thankful for any bit of love & appreciation i have received tbh!!! if i had to choose one thing... perhaps "a blessing, a fable" because i had this idea percolating in my mind for so long, that it getting out there in the world even in the form that it is in is a minor miracle to me sdfkljdslkfjljg

most fun thing to make: "a thing most new" and "give a kiss, get a cab" again sdflkjsdlkfj or honestly any of my off-the-cuff ficlets which usually come out of me being extra ridiculous and self-indulgent.

most unintentionally telling thing: um. perhaps "little bright things."

biggest surprise: i'm not going to lie... i did not think "double entendre" would garner the attention it did when i somewhat shamefully posted it on anon. but i understand. we are all holding hands together and wanting to see charles leclerc be [sirens blast by].

[thewidowsghost]

Paper Rings (Daisy Johnson x Singer!Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

Hey, would you write a Daisy x Singer!Reader and she proposed with the song Paper Rings?

Everyone wanted some Daisy content, so here’s a quick fic I wrote while I’m working on The Memories (pt. 2), The Portal (pt. 2) and TSTL.

(Y/n) pauses at the edge of the stage, her eyes flashing across the front row before she finds her girlfriend, Daisy, gazing affectionately back at her.

Then, (Y/n) turns to gaze at her bandmates, who are watching her eagerly, excited for what they know is about to come.

(Y/n) steps into the view of the crowd, and the arena bursts into cheers, applause, and the occasional “I love you, (Y/n)!” from a few fans.

(Y/n) plays a few silent - to the crowd - notes on her guitar before she begins, playing the start of her most likely life changing song”

“The moon is high Like your friends were the night we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe”

(Y/n) meets Daisy’s gaze steadily as she continues with her song.

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (Oh) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright (Uh) Three times 'cause I waited my whole life” “I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want”

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so”

“Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright (Uh) Three times 'cause you waited your whole life Ah”

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want”

“I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby girl I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Monday Wrap your arms around me, baby girl Uh huh”

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Ah-ah, that's right, you're the one I want I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Ah-ah, darling, you're the one I want I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, an I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want”

“You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want”

(Y/n) reaches a hand out as the last notes of the song ring out, and she pulls Daisy up onto the stage.

One of (Y/n)’s bandmates, Olive, takes (Y/n)’s guitar; (Y/n) drops to a knee, popping open the box.

Daisy’s mouth drops open, and she nods furiously, “Yes!”

“She said yes!” (Y/n) says excitedly, rising to her feet and slipping the ring onto Daisy’s ring finger.

The crowd - and (Y/n)’s bandmates - cheer loudly and (Y/n) embraces Daisy.

. . .

Daisy lies behind (Y/n) later that night in bed, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s waist and embracing her from behind.

Daisy’s head rests in the space between (Y/n)’s shoulder and neck. Daisy’s eyes flutter closed sleepily, tickling the side of (Y/n)’s neck.

(Y/n) giggles slightly, turning in Daisy’s arms, resting her head against Daisy’s chest.

“I love you,” (Y/n) murmurs sleepily.

“I love you, too,” Daisy replies. “And I love your new song.”

“I like shiny rings but I’d marry you with paper rings,” (Y/n) sings softly.

“Uh huh, that’s right. You’re the only one I want,” Daisy brushes her nose against her fiance’s, and (Y/n) smiles, her eyes falling closed.

Word Count: 800 words

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🪻✨Introduction, Fandom List and Initial Post✨🪻

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I'm a new tickle content creator who has wanted to enter the writing community for a while and here I am! Writing this when I should be asleep... Anyways!! I will write for different fandoms in wich i am, although I will start with Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba and a few other fandoms for now, but over time I will add more fandoms to the list 😼

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✨Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba

✨The Amazing Digital Circus

✨The owl house

✨Gravity Falls

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✨Project Sekai: Colorful Stage (although I started it not long ago)

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✨ Steven Universe (The original series and Future)

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Remember to drink water and take care of yourself, until next time!!... If God wants -fade away-

[tea-and-tickles]

Hello! :D

I saw that reqs. were open and was wondering if you could write something with lee!Mafuyu and ler!Emu? No pressure ofc! Have a lovely day ^^

WAUGH SAKURA. this almost never happens but i enjoyed this prompt so much that i wrote a 2k word fic based on it in one sitting. i hope you like it!!

"you create a rarity of my genuine smiles"

a/n: she/her pronouns for emu, they/them for mafuyu! !! kink blogs please DNI. i personally prefer not to engage with tickling as a kink. this is intended to be fluffy and innocent !!

Summary: Mafuyu has a request for Emu. or Emu can't stand to see Mafuyu sad.

Warnings: Allusions to parental abuse/neglect; tickling.

Asahina Mafuyu x Ootori Emu from Project Sekai (Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!)

Word Count: ~2k words

Emu’s house was a short walk from Miyamasuzaka. It was a relief, too. After a long week of classes, Mafuyu would be lying if they said they wanted to take the long trek back to their house. And, even better, it was Friday. That meant no cram school, no sudden deadlines, and a little more time to finish their homework (which was mostly completed anyway). Which meant that, today, Mafuyu got to hang out with Emu.

Mafuyu wasn’t sure what they were expecting, but it wasn’t the Ootori household. They figured her house would be something like theirs—modest, but nothing to scoff at. But, no; Emu lived in a mansion. A real, proper mansion. Mafuyu still had little to say as the two walked inside. In lieu of silence, they finally spoke: “This is your house!”

“Yup!” Emu said it like it was nothing. “My grandpa owns Phoenix Wonderland, so we got real lucky!”

“Huh,” Mafuyu mused. “Well, that’ll do it, I suppose.” The two stood quietly in the foyer for a moment, before Mafuyu spoke again. “Um, where should we go?”

“Oh! We can just hang out in my room.”

“Your parents will be okay with that?”

“Umm, I don’t see why not! I have Nene and Rui and Tsukasa over all the time, and they’ve never seemed bothered by them!” Emu giggled. “If anything, you’ll be kind of a relief!” At this point, Emu was already halfway up the staircase. Swallowing hard, they followed Emu up.

Emu’s room seemed almost out of place in comparison to the rest of the house. Whereas the rest of the house was fancy, pristine, almost more of a museum than a living space, Emu’s room was like a little girl’s dream. The walls were bright pink, covered in posters promoting Phoenix Wonderland. Her desk was bright white with an equally adorable vanity to match, and her bed was absolutely covered in stuffed animals. How strange, they thought—and how very Emu.

Emu shut her bedroom door, and then sat cross-legged on her bed. She looked expectantly to Mafuyu. “So, whaddya wanna do?” 

“Um,” Mafuyu began. “I’m not sure. What is there to do?”

“Hmmm… we could watch a movie! Or we could go make a snack downstairs! Or…” Mafuyu began to tune Emu out, albeit unintentionally. It was hard for them to focus on anything she was saying. Mafuyu wanted to hang out with Emu; they really did. But at the same time, they weren’t used to being faced with this many choices. They weren’t used to being asked for their input; and, worst of all, they weren’t used to not having a correct answer.

“Mafuyu?” Emu must have noticed the glazed look in their eyes. “Do any of those sound good to you?” Mafuyu felt frozen. They were worried that, if they said the wrong thing, or if they said the right thing the wrong way, Emu might think they didn’t want to be there after all.

“We can do whatever you like. All of those sound nice.”

Emu pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced by Mafuyu’s response. “Well, I am kinda’ hungry,” she said, “but are you sure you’re okay?” She patted an empty spot on her bed, an invitation Mafuyu accepted without thinking much.

“Me? I’m fine.” Emu cocked her head incredulously. Mafuyu was a good liar, but Emu was even better at reading people. “Well… I guess I’ve been feeling a little down. It’s not you or anything, though. Promise.”

Emu’s facial expression continued to soften. “I know! I’m just worried about you.”

“It’s not a huge deal. I’ll get over it.”

“But Mafuyuuuu!” whined Emu. From anyone else, this would be nigh-intolerable; but this was just the way Emu was, and Mafuyu had long since grown used to it. Maybe even fond of it. “Even if it’s the littlest thing in the whole world, it’s still important!”

It was awfully hard to say no to Emu.

“I really appreciate you caring, Emu. Honestly.” Mafuyu averted her gaze. “But… really, I’ll be okay.”

Emu stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, pressing her chin firmly onto the pillow between her arms. “Well, I’m not going anywhere ‘til I know why you’re sad, Mafuyu!”

Mafuyu drew in a long breath, before finally admitting, “...I’ve been talking with Kanade lately, about my mom and all.”

“Ooh, Mrs. Asahina! You make her sound like such a meanie!!”

“I–I do? I’m s—” Mafuyu caught themself, realizing just how telling that was. Their mom wasn’t around—she’d never know what they said. Emu was their only witness. And… for as much as Emu loved to blab, they knew she could keep a secret when it mattered. “...yeah,” they chuckled, reflecting an emotion somewhere between fear and relief. “Yeah. Kanade’s made me realize that. Mom just… expects a lot of me, I guess. I know she just wants what’s best for me, but I’ve been working so hard to be what—who—she wants me to be that I don’t really know who I am, or what I like, what I want.” Mafuyu’s concentration broke when they noticed Emu’s expression. Though she was clearly trying to maintain her cheerful demeanor, the crook in her eye and the dip in her lower lip were unmistakable. It was terrifying. Not that Emu was terrifying, no; it was the fact that their account of things was enough to  make Ootori Emu’s demeanor break. They tried, in vain, to blink away their tears. “I’m—I’m sorry. Maybe I should—”

“Mafuyu!” Before they could finish, Mafuyu had found themself wrapped up in Emu’s arms. “Never, never apologize for telling me how you feel!” Emu’s grip was maybe a bit too tight, the tackle a bit off-putting, but… Mafuyu realized they couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged them just because they could. And God, Emu’s soft warmth was irresistible. They hoped that hug would last forever. They then felt her hands on their back; firm, intentional rubbing. “I know you’re s’pposed to be my mentor ‘n stuff, and you have Kanade and the others, but, you’re so much more to me than my mentor! You’re my friend, Mafuyu!”

Friend. It ricocheted in their head. Friend.

Emu pulled away, this time establishing a gaze they could not reciprocate, but her strong hands remained on their shoulders. “I love you. I wanna help you! And I hope you’ll let me.” The room was silent. Mafuyu wanted to do so much. They wanted to thank Emu, to hug her, to spill every little thing they ever felt. But they could only choke back sobs as tears rolled down their cheeks. “Oh, Mafuyu…” lamented Emu. Her hands, now much more gently than before, found their place on Mafuyu’s jaw, thumbs wiping their tears away. And without a moment’s hesitation, Emu planted a gentle kiss on Mafuyu’s soft, tear-stained cheek. “No more tears! You’re gonna make me cry!!”

Mafuyu giggled through their tears. Emu made it awfully hard to be sad for a substantial stretch of time. “Okay, okay,” they sniffed. “I’ll try.”

The next few minutes progressed so naturally. The two leaned back onto Emu’s bed, their bodies finding their place amidst Emu’s mountain of plushies. Mafuyu’s head found its on Emu’s chest. Emu’s heart was slower, steadier than they expected. She smelled sweet, too. It was some kind of sweet-smelling perfume; not really a scent Mafuyu could place, but a pleasant one nonetheless. Neither of them said much. Emu continued breathing, running her hands through Mafuyu’s hair, and Mafuyu continued listening to the thump-thump-thumping of Emu’s heart as if it were a song.

And yet, Mafuyu still found themself yearning. For what, exactly? What could possibly make this moment more perfect?

…

Oh.

Oh.

Their mind swam with the memory of the last “study” session they had, where Emu had tickled their calves to distract them from their studies. For as much as Mafuyu wanted to act annoyed, it was a welcome break from the constant stress they usually felt. They wanted that feeling again.

How on Earth were they to admit this?

“Hey, um, Emu,” Mafuyu began, earning an incredulous hum from Emu. “Do you remember that one thing you did last time we hung out?” Their query yielded genuine confusion from Emu.

“Ummm, which thing? We did a lot of things!”

“Uh, you know, the, um…” Mafuyu tried desperately to hide their blush behind their sweater sleeve. “The thing you did with your hands, when you were trying to distract me from my homework—”

“Oh! You mean when I tickled you?” 

“Yeah—yeah. That.” Mafuyu couldn’t decide if their stuttering of their desire was the more embarrassing part of this whole ordeal. “I was wondering if, maybe, you wouldn’t mind, you could—”

“I could tickle you?”

Before Mafuyu could even hope to stammer out an answer, they watched as Emu’s smile grew wider and wider, her eyes brighter and brighter. They sincerely thought she might explode. “You liked when I tickled you?!” she asked excitedly. “Fun, fun, fun!!! Of course I can!” In what felt like an instant, Mafuyu found Emu on top of them, straddling their hips. “Ooh… I wanna find all your tickle spots, Mafuyu!”

Mafuyu turned beet red. “Emu, please, I’m already—AH!” And just like that, Emu’s hands were upon their torso. Her hands scarcely stayed in any one place for long before moving to the next; starting at their tummy, then their sides, up to their ribs and underarms, and every little spot in between. It was everything they’d hoped. “Emu! It—ahahah—it—”

“It tickles?! Well, that’s the point, silly!” Mafuyu hadn’t even realized they were instinctively covering up their body until they found them pinned above their head. “Mafuyu! I can’t find all your spots if you’re hiding them!” Practically immobilized, Mafuyu devolved into a blubbering mess of giggles and high-pitched squeals as Emu’s fingertips attacked their chin, their neck, and their underarms. “Aww, you’re ticklish everywhere! I’m barely trying, see?” Her teases served as a staunch juxtaposition to the utterly overwhelming feeling of her tickles.

Emu paused for a moment. “You still having fun?” Mafuyu was still flushed and panting from laughing; still, they managed a weak nod. “Good!” She responded, immediately resuming her onslaught. Mafuyu laughed just a little bit harder when Emu’s fingers danced across their tummy, when they poked and prodded. “Aww, Mafuyu! Your laugh is soooo cute! I think this spot might be your favorite!” Mafuyu wasn’t so sure. They weren’t sure they had a favorite anything. But they knew Emu’s attention felt good, and that they wouldn’t mind it much at all if Emu’s hands never moved from that spot.

They weren’t sure if they had ever let loose like this, having no choice but to let Emu tickle them. Laughing, squirming, smiling away without a care in the world. And Emu hadn’t a single negative thing to say. She laughed with them. Mafuyu had never felt more perfect.

Is this what Emu meant when she said she loved them?

Must be.

Before they realized, Emu had stopped tickling, leaving the both of them blushing and giggling. And in that moment, Mafuyu realized just how close Emu’s face was to theirs. Almost simultaneously, their faces dropped along with the shades of red in their faces.

And before either of them could act on this predicament, the familiar jingle of Mafuyu’s phone alarm rang. “Ah, shoot,” they said, scrambling for the device. “Mom’s expecting me home in half an hour. I gotta go.”

“Aww! Okay. I can walk you to the door!” Mafuyu would normally protest, but… this time, it sounded nice. They couldn’t hope to wipe their stupid grin off their face.

Too soon, much too soon, they found themselves at Emu’s front door. “All right. I’ll see you on Monday, Emu,” said Mafuyu, pulling her into a hug. “And… thank you for today.”

“Yeah!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she replied. “Text me later?”

“Of course.”