#ler!Endeavour
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Are you still doing requests? If so, could we please get lee!Hawks? I don't care so much who the ler is! Preferably with his wings getting their just desserts. 😁
Weird Wings
Words: 4184
Fandom: MHA
Characters: Lee!Hawks, Ler!Endeavour (mini lee!todoroki, Lee/ler!fuyumi)
Summary: Hawks keeps acting weird whenever his wings are touched and Endeavour is trying to figure out why, until his family shows him.
A/N: this is 4k words long. It's probably one of my favourite fanfics. It took 2-3 hours to write too. Honestly I love it. Plus the mini family scene is my favourite. ALSO YAY. Sorry its adorable, stay safe yall, and ty for this 😭😭😭
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"Im glad we could come out for a meal again, Endeavour" The winged hero teased, the two having just ordered their meal.
Of course, the number one hero sat with his arms crossed, looking down to his second place. The two were wearing casual clothes- as casual as they could at least. Hawks had invited Endeavour out for a meal to chat about work along with other things like hanging out next Tuesday or catching up with his family.
"What did you want to talk about Hawks" Endeavour ordered as Hawks gave a toothy smile. Of course the winged hero sat back with his hands up as if put at gun point while chuckling.
"Woah! Endeavour! I just wanted to catch up, like old friends"
"We aren't old friends"
"No but we're new ones! How's life up top Number One?" Hawks teased, leaning on the table while looking up to the taller man.
Endeavour sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning forward a little. "Fine. I'm currently Training Shoto along with his friends; as a favour. They're out right now with a few sidekicks so I could attend this meeting actually"
Hawks grinned, "aw, thanks for taking time to see me 'Devie" Endeavour gave the younger a weird look at the nickname.
"Never call me- that- again" he replied as a waitress walked over to give them their meal. Hawks laughed it off and flirted with the waitress for a moment before the two ate their meals with a little more chatter then paying the bill to leave.
Of course, the whole time it's was mostly the Winged Hero talking, going on and on about something or other. Endeavour swore the bird enjoyed the sound of his own voice a little too much, though he still listened.
Funnily enough they talked nearly no business other than how their work was going at their new spots since all might stepped down. Even talking about that too. And it wasn't awful, but by the time the two were walking outside of the building, Endeavour was really beginning to get sick of Hawk's continious chatter.
The two stepped outside, Hawks going on and on about something Endeavour'd already forgotten about. And without thinking nor hesitation the number one hero brushed his hand along the winged hero's feathers in hopes to make him shut up for a moment.
Instead though, the younger's face began to blush and he made a strange wiggling with his body to turn his feathers away from Endeavour with a crooked smile on his face and a giggle in his sentence. He finished his sentence and checked his phone for the time, suddenly in a rush.
Endeavour furrowed his eyebrows and watched closely at Hawk's reaction, slightly confused at how hawks had suddenly become a little flustered. The winged hero rubbed his neck and stretched his back.
"Ah! Have you seen the time? Wow, we should really get back to our agencies- nice chatting though, we should do this again sometime Endeavour. See you around!" With that he was off and took to the skies, a couple teenage girls and a guy squealed, two fainting as they saw him fly away, screaming his name.
Hawks smiled down to them but not once looked back at Endeavour, nor made eye contact for less than a second after the attempt to make him shut up.
Endeavour questioned it in his mind but overall just decided to let it go for the moment. But it kept popping up, again and again.
The next time they fought it happened, against the Villian Dabi who at that moment had Hawks in a tricky position and decided to dance a hand up his wings which resulted in a crooked smile and slightly pink face (though it was difficult to see with all the fighting) before Hawks pushed free and the fight continued.
Again it happened when they were training some of the kids together, Hawks insisted on helping Endevour (mostly to get an idea of the three boys) and helped out one day. Though, of course, Izuku Midoriya got a little too close while asking a thousand questions and mumbling about the hero's wings while touching them making him jump away with again a crooked smile and awkward laugh, telling him that it was enough for one day before helping out a bit more.
That day however, was the third or forth time Endeavour had seen it happen and wondered if it were perhaps something that hurt the winged hero or made him nervous as he always acted a little strange afterwards.
That evening the three boys went over to the Todoroki's and the two Pro Hero's went into Endeavour's office.
Hawks walloped in and threw himself onto the hero's chair behind the desk, putting his feet up jokingly with his grin at Endeavour who just looked down at him with a deadbeat face.
"So, what's up Endevour? Got a top secret mission? Or is it about one of the kid? Their doing really well actually, they're gonna be good pro hero's-" Endevour had walked around and ran a hand over the top of Hawk's marginal convert and alula at the tip of his wings and suddenly the hero shut up and jumped out of the chair while tryna laugh it off as looking at Endeavour while talking.
"You know you should really look at the person your talking to Endeavour" Hawks chuckled, trying to keep his composure, "its manners!"
For a moment to fire hero only looked at him with his hand on the chair Hawk's had previously been sitting on.
"Does it hurt when I do that?"
"I- Huh? What?" Hawks tried to sound confused.
"When I touch your wings like that, you seem to go all strange. Your smile goes crooked and you begin acting strange. It happened at the restaurant, then with the attack, and along with today when young Deku touched your wings."
Hawks just stood there for a minute, rather surprised at how much attention Endeavour had placed on him. He couldn't expect much less though from the number one hero.
"So, I will ask again. Does it hurt you whenever somebody touches your wings? If so-"
"No- no! No its nothing like that" Hawks chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck and smiling. "No its fine, it doesn't hurt"
"Then what is it?" Endeavour asked, rather bluntly.
Hawks only smiled, hoping to avoid the topic of conversation as it was pretty weird and awkward to tell your hero to stop touching your wings because it tickled. Nevertheless, Endeavour stood by his chair and watched Hawks, awaiting an answer.
Hawks laughed nervously, "my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things." Hawks looked around at his red wings as they stretched out. Endeavour stepped forwards, still confused as to what that had anything to do with what he was asking.
"So does it hurt when I touch them? Or not? Is it something that effects your life as a hero?"
Endevour then touched the feathered part of his wings, running his hands along the feathers and watched Hawk's reaction as he hadn't noticed. Hawks turned to Endeavour's side and involuntary laughed, pushing himself away and stepping backwards, retracting his wings.
The small laugh that escaped Hawks mouth was much different than his usual confident one. This one seemed a little giggly and less within his control. Endevour noticed as Hawks couldn't make eye contact and held his wings close to his back, as if shying them away from him.
Hawks on the other hand felt as if butterflies were dancing round in his stomach, fluttering up his winged bones and back down to his stomach making him giggle and bite his lip and hold his stomach. He hadn't expected Endevour to try again, nor to actually seemly attempt at tickling him.
He could physically feel the way his face turned another shade of pink and couldn't keep his composure, totally flustered and needing to get out of there quick. Endeavour only looked at him buy Hawks didn't sat anything, just hurrily left.
When Endeavour returned home, he sat down with Shoto and Fuyumi. Natsuo having either already eaten or out of the house. During that time Endeavour brought up the topic in the silence at the table.
"I have a question"
"Yeah dad?" Fuyumi jumped, happy to talk and try to be a normal family again.
Shoto ate whilst turning to listen.
"I've been working with hawks recently, but he keeps acting strange"
"Like when Midoriya touched his wing?" Shoto interrupted, having also noticed the strange behaviour for a moment but thinking nothing of it.
"Precisely"
"How was he acting strange?" Fuyumi asked, confused and wanting to get a better idea of the situation. (Being much more social than her father and brother)
"When Midoriya touched his wing, he jumped backwards and shifted the conversation" Shoto explained, eating some more noddles.
Fuyumi asked how Midoriya had touched him and Endeavour only really knew by showing her. So he touched her shoulder gently and dragged his hand and fingers down from her neck to her bycep.
To both boy's surprise Fuyumi fell off her knees a little and giggled a little. Rubbing the area. Shoto just looked at her, noodles being slurrped to his mouth whilst Endeavour sat with his hand still in the air where Fuyumi just was, sat surprised by his daughters reaction.
"Are you alright Fuyumi?" Endeavour asked, slightly concerned he'd hurt her.
Fuyumi giggled but clarified she was fine, "just sensitive, that's all"
That's what Hawk's had said.
"my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things."
"Are you alright though?" Shoto asked, leaning up and looking over as she sat back up after Endeavour retracted his hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine! It just tickled, that all" she giggled happily but smiled at her brother.
"Tickled?" Shoto asked confused. "Did he hurt you?-" Shoto turned to Endeavour with a death glare, standing up. Fuyumi jumped up and stopped him from across the table from doing anything. The father was almost their height still sat down but nonetheless looked a little frightened at shoto's glare.
"No! Shoto! Shoto I'm fine! It's a funny feeling"
"Funny feeling?"
"Yeah- have you never heard of it before? Really? Here, let me show you"
Shoto stood as his sister walked around the table towards him, for some reason half of him was telling himself to run but he wanted to know what had happened so he stood still.
Fuyumi then grabbed her younger brothers sides and began to tickle them, making the half-half hero in training double over and hold a hand to his mouth so he couldn't burst out laughing. With his other hand he grabbed his sisters hand tickling him but didn't do much else to stop it.
Muffled laughter was heard from beneath Shoto's hand and Fuyumi had realised he showed no attempts at stopping her so she continued and teased him about it, much as tickling does to a tickler, she teased and tormented her younger brother. Tickling him by his sides, his hips, his ribs and such.
Shoto's muffled laughter brought the two to the floor beside Endeavour, Fuyumi teasing Shoto as his hair began to become messy and lost his composure.
He shook his head and laughed, weakly begging his sister to stop as he wiggles around gently beneath her. The two were laughing and messing around and Endeavour watched on, still sat in the same position he was when he asked the question.
Of course he knew what tickling was, but he'd always seen it as such a childish game. But right now, watching as his children played back and forth, he began to feel a slight smile form on his face. Something very unusual for the pro hero.
He's never seen his kids play, nor encouraged it. But right now, watching as two of them tumbled around, laughing and messing around without any care, watching as they smiled while usually he saw such pain on their faces while with him. He felt happy.
By the end of it Endeavour actually did have to get involved and pull Fuyumi off her brother as not to kill him. The girl had murder in her eyes as she was pulled off- it was terrifying. But Shoto laid on the floor, totally K.O.'d by the tickling, worn out with a silly smile on and hair in his face. After he'd recovered he quickly got rid of his smile, not wanting Endeavour to see more nor look weak in front of, but smiled as Fuyumi profusely apologied from across the table as they finished their food.
Watching his two children Endeavour felt happier. And that night thought about Hawks being in that same situation his son had been in.
The next time he saw the winged pro, the two were in a small fight. It had been a couple days but even so Endeavour hadn't forgotten the situation.
By the end the two had few scrapes and scraps and returned to Endeavour's agency to get a couple repairs. They were looked over but mostly fine, and Endeavour once more invited Hawks into his office.
Of course, Hawks being a young adult and after the fight, had mostly forgotten and continued being his sarcy playful teasing self. Which Endeavour appreciated.
Of course the young hero hadn't totally forgotten- of course he thought about it the night it happened and died of embarrassment much like the rest of us would. But even so he tried his hardest to forget. And continued his ways.
Though this time he didn't make the mistake of sitting in Endeavour's chair and just stood as the number one hero closed the door behind them. Endeavour turned back around and asked whether Hawks was okay after the fight, starting up small talk before his initial plan took place.
"Few hits, a few bumps, but i'm fine. What about you? You really took those hits like it was nothing huh?"
Endeavour had a very small smile on his face, hardly noticeable unless you're the narrator who shows it to all the readers.
"No, I have a few injuries but I'm glad we're okay"
"Awe, we're you worried about me Endeavour? You really shouldn't~" Hawks teased as they stood by one another, Hawks leaning on the pro as if he was a damsel in distress who'd been rescued by her hero.
Endeavour remember how much of a little shit this man could be.
"Anyway's, what was it you wanted to talk about? Unless it really was just how worried you were for me, which honestly is way too cute-"
"Your wings"
The two words sent the hero off as he remembered the last time the two were alone in here. He kept his composure a lot better this time round though and looked up at the hero in confusion as he showed them off, sprawling them out across the air.
"Yeah? What about them?" Hawks asked, wanting to get this over and done with.
"If I touch them, you react. Why" Hawks became much more flustered at this, much to Endeavour's hopes. He retracted his wings but Endeavour had one in his hands and began to run his hands over them, knowing exactky what he was doing without showing Hawks.
Endeavour wasn't one to start anything so childish, but after the dinner with his family, and after seeing the way the smug younger hero acted, it felt kind of fun doing so and teasing him much as he teased everyone around him. It's more than just out of character for the number one hero, much to Hawk's surprise as to why he'd started it, but also surprising as to how good he was at it. He'd never tickled his children, nor anyone in decades.
"Wahait- Ehendeavour!?" Hawks tried to hold back his laughter but Endeavour continued his attack as he began to tickle under the feathers making the poor winged hero almost collapse as he began laughing harder. He honestly couldn't control himself when it came to tickling, especially his wings. It was like everything became so giggly and it was the only thing in his mind.
"Yes?" The number one hero asked, not stopping as he tickled underneath the bone in his alula and marginal converts. The sudden touch here send Hawks into hysterica, flapping the other wing a little to push himself away from the tickles and holding his sides as the butterflies danced around from his wings to his back.
Hawk's laughter was muffled by his gloved hand from his hero outfit but after that specific touch he lost it and Endeavour had never heard his laugh so light before. Doubling over from a few touches on his wings.
"Wahait! Wahahait wahait Endeavour! Sthohop it! I cahant! Nohot my whihings!"
"What? I'm only looking at them"
Hawks couldn't believe what was happening to him in that moment. Then again he couldn't really think in that moment either. His wings didn't tickle like the most of his body. More like giggly and silly touches and butterflies tickling them up and down, sending him into bubbly hysterica rather than any usual laughing.
It was as if he was a kid again. Squealing as someone tickled his tummy with their finger tips.
Hawks then flew across the room as Endeavour let go of one wing. It tickled so much that even after he'd crashed he still felt as if more feathers had grown and began tickling his wings and back. He was laying on the ground and against the wall next to a bookshelf that had fallen down from impact, his arms around his waist and head down as he laughed like a giggly kid. He tried to stop himself but couldn't for a moment before looking back up with a bright red face from embarrassment.
The last thing he expected looked back at him. Endeavour stood tall on the opposite side of the room, watching Hawks. And a massive grin stretched out across his face. Hawks couldn't lie but in thaf moment, he felt terrified but also more butterflies in his stomach.
You see, much like earlier with Fuyumi, when someone is tickling someone else, they can get a little carried away. Well the young girl definitely got this from her father. Endeavour knew nobody would ever know about this, the red embarrassment on Hawk's face told him that much. And honestly, it wasn't the worst way to spend his time. And Hawk's reaction made it worth while anyway.
Hawk's looked terrified at Endeavour's grin, then struck with fear as the man walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. Suddenly every confident part of Hawk's seemed to die in that exact moment. No villain, no hero, no lover, no person in Hawk's entire life had ever done this to him. But Endeavour, the last person in his mind to do anything like this, had frozen him in place of his embarrassment.
Hawks couldn't say anything, but didn't have to for long before Endeavour got to the point and reached towards the winged hero's sides and began to knead them, sending him into bright laughter all over again. His laughter really just danced around the room as he threw his head back and kicked the floor beneath him, holding his waist best he could with Endeavour tickling him.
"At least I've found a way to shut you up" Endeavour stated, a smirk on his face which Hawks couldn't see due to caught up in his own laughter. He shook his head, wanting to say something sarcy but being unable to having feeling so silly and not being able to think all too straight.
"EhehehEndeavour!"
"Mm?" Endeavour continued his assault and even grabbed the young adults hips and kneaded into them, making the second pro hero double over, if Endeavour had been close enough, he would have definitely gotten his head wacked.
Hawks kicked out beneath him and burst out into loud obnoxious laughter, trying to curl up to stop the hip tickles.
"Is everything alright Hawks?"
All Hawks could think about was telling Endeavour to shut up. The teasing making it far, far worse. Especially coming from him. Someone who barely even spoke, especially teased.
Hawks could barely even think of what to say, stuck between speechless and laughter and tryna get Endeavour's hands off from tickling him so much. Just as Hawk tried, Endeavour swapped and began to tickle the others ribs and just behind to where Hawk's wings meet his back. In that moment, if you thought Hawk's had already reached his top tier laughter, you would be horrible mistake.
The pro threw his head back and yelled louder than ever expected to come from his big mouth. His laughter was so loud and his grin so wide as two fingers tickled the meeting between his body and his quirk. Forget about anything else because Hawks couldn't even control himself. His wings began spazzing from out wide to curled up and he even made a few bird noises which made Endeavour calm down a little in surprise, even if he was barely even touching the area.
Hawks shook his head and begged for Endeavour's mercy which was finally granted after another bird noise. Hawk's loud obnoxiously adorable laugh bouncing off the walls before he lay flat out against the wall, giving up with a smile stuck on his face.
He felt exhausted, he didn't even care what happened now. For all he cared Endeavour could burn him up right now to be rid of him. But of course that didn't happen, and Endeavout stood up, looking down at the usually confident hero beneath him.
"Are... you dead?" He asked after a moment, perhaps a little concerned as Hawks just seemed to die on spot. Though his breathing was still heavy so he hoped he wasn't dead.
A small noise was heard from the hero but he didn't move, his face was read from laughing and only in the silence did Endeavour realise how loud they'd been and that the whole building had probably heard them.
After a moment, Hawks still dead on the floor, there was a knock on the door before Shoto walked in alone.
"Hello, I'm finishing and-" he looked over to see his dad stood above a Hawks that looked beat.
"Uh- did you kill him?" He asked, slightly unfazed.
"No!- no. I don't think so. What did you want Shoto?"
"Nothing- its fine. I'll see you later" with that the half half child left, having a slight idea of what must have happened.
Hawks finally came back to life, having definitely died on the inside due to embarrassment and laughter. His winds still felt really funny, like when you get pins and needles and it tickles a little so he tried his best not to move them from their natural state.
He trued to push himself up the wall and still had a goofy gorgeous smile on his face, hunched over a little and holding his midsection while trying to stay away from Endeavour.
When Endeavour noticed, he asked, "Are you alright Tamami?"
Hawks just stood- arms distance- and smiled, blush on his cheeks from his childhood hero having just absolutely destroyed him.
Hawks could only laugh, only just noticing how Endeavour used his name for probably the first time. He didn't say anything but his facial features told Endeavour enough.
"So, you're wings?" Endeavour asked.
Hawks sighed and ran one hand down his face in embarrassment and moved it to rub his neck. "They're sensitive, what can I say?" Once again his usual nature slowly returned to him as he recovered but the blush on his face didn't.
"If you had told me the first day I would have never done anything more" Endeavour stated. If Hawks had just told him he had ticklish wings, Endeavour would have never done anything nor said anything other than a nod. But a part of him was glad he hadn't. A part of him was glad that he did that for the younger hero.
"Yeah yeah I hear you. It's just embarrassing that's all" Hawks brushed it off, trying to move the conversation while dropping truth bombs. "Anyways, how would you like it?" Just then one of Hawk's feathers dashed from around him and began tickling Endeavour's neck, having no reaction from the number one hero at all.
Hawks was gobsmacked.
Endeavour only grinned at the playful, yet failure, attempt Hawk's made. Mostly the look on his face though as he couldn't believe it.
But then another feather popped out of no where and began to tickle behind the pro hero's ears and Endeavour's laughter was heard throughout the building. Hawk's grin returned and much as you can guess. Shit went down.
Hawks and Endeavour though, never spoke about it again.
#tickle community#sfw tickles#tickles#tickle fic#asks#<3#masterlist#mha#my hero academia tickles#my hero acadamy#mha tickle fic#lee!hawks#lee!Todoroki's#ler!Endeavour#i love this one lol
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First Digital Circus fic!! (DAY 27)
lee!Pomni ler!Bubble
Bubble was indeed bored and really had nothing to do until Caine back from doing
......things.
Anyways, Bubble hovered over the place, tripping people and being a "parasite" so to speak.
"BUBBLE YOU [%^@/×^%]" screeched Zooble, who tripped on a pile of slop left by the bubble creature.
Bubble was just about done but knew he needed to harass one last person.
Bubble sped through the halls and stopped at the door of a particular jester. He knocked and waited and the door didn't open so Bubble looked elsewhere for Pomni. Eventually he found Pomni in a corner crying.
Pomni looked up at the creature before her and then put her head back in her knees.
"Go away bubble" Pomni pleaded.
Bubble never normally felt remorse for anything but he cant help but feel kind of sorry for the kid.
"I remeber my first time here too, it sucked just like it sucks for you right now" admitted Bubble.
"Thanks but how does *sniff* help me" asked Pomni.
"Shh, lemme finish"responded Bubble.
Pomni once again took her head out her knees and looked at the floating creature.
"When I was having my own pity party, some of the members, who are abstracted by now would do something to help me" said Bubble.
Pomni raised an eyebrow and felt a little fearful at the mischevious glint in his eye.
Bubble shoved Pomni over, maybe a little rough.
"Bubble what the- HEY *SNORT* HAHAHAHA"Pomni shrieked after Bubble began lightly nibbling on her midriff.
"OM NOM NOM"The bubble made a faux gobbling noise.
It tickled so badly, Pomni kicked and screamed but admittedly felt herself feeling lighter.
This is the widest anyone has seen Pomni smile well...ever.
Bubble occasionally blew raspberries inbetween the nibbles and it was driving Pomni up the wall.
"You're absolutely hysterical, Ragatha's right, you're adorable" teased Bubble.
"PLEAHAHASEEE"shrieked Pomni.
Bubble backed off and then lay beside Pomni as she caught her breath.
"Feeling better?" asked Bubble.
Pomni nodded.
Suddenly everyone else all came around.
"THERE HE IS, GET EM" yelled Kinger.
It seems everyone had come for revenge for Bubble's previous endeavour.
And that's when Bubble popped away.
#sfw tickling#tickling community#tickle fanfic#sfw tickles#tickle blog#tickle community#tickle fic#tickletober#digital circus#tadc pomni#the amazing digital circus pomni#tadc bubble#lee!pomni#ler!bubble
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One thing you should know
You deserve to know
You need to know
Remember this for future endeavours
Don’t ever forget
Word to the wise
Lers do not play fair
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Your smile...
Hello, I’m here with a very short and mediocre Todoroki Drabble!! It’s short cuz I wanted to make it when I was bored in a car for eight hours, then I got unmotivated and ended it very abruptly, so sorry for that, but I hope you enjoy it none the less :) Now with that, let’s get into it:
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Warnings: Murder, trauma, tickling (if I’m missing any warnings, please let me know)
Ler: Todoroki
Lee: Kai
Other characters: Deku
Kai and their brother and best friend, Shoto Todoroki, were sitting in his room, watching a movie, the half-and-half boy was sitting upright with Kai resting their head in his lap, and he was subconsciously playing with their hair.
This position was familiar to the two. In their childhood, they would often sit like this as a way of comforting each other from everything that would happen at their home.
They weren’t biological siblings. Kai was adopted into the family after their mom was killed by a villain and Rei was their godmother. Because of this, Endeavour pretended that they didn’t exist because he viewed them as nothing, as they weren’t his creation, so he thought they could never beat All might. Normally they wouldn’t have been allowed to see Shoto, but threatening to take away the one healthy relationship he had was one of the the only reasons Shoto even kind of listened to what Endeavour said, so he let them be close.
The two were watching a silent voice, per Kai’s request. It was a common movie for the two to watch. Out of completely no where, Shoto asked “When you’re with me, you seem less happy then when you’re our other friends. Are you not happy when you’re with me?”
Kai was caught completely off guard by that, and turned their head to face him, who was looking down at them, and practically shouted “Of course not!! You are my favourite person and you make me really happy! You’re just the only person I don’t feel the need to put up an act for because you know what I’ve been though, and have been next to me through all of it”.
Shoto did his usual half smile. “Good. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been worried about it” he replied. “No need to apologize, but please don’t ever think that you don’t make me happy. Don’t tell Natsu and Fuyumi, but you’re my favourite sibling” said Kai, returning the smile.
All of the sudden, a random glint of mischief flashed in Shoto’s eyes. “Your smile” he said, looking his sibling in the eyes. “It comes so rarely, I want to see a big one. A genuine big one” he said, then gently moved his hands from playing with Kai’s hair to lightly brushing along their neck.
Kai’s eyes widened, then quickly shut as giggles started pouring out of their mouth and they started kicking their legs up and down, smiling wide and happily.
Shoto smiled more as well, glad to see his sibling looking so happy. Since they were the only one in the family that was younger then him, he felt this need to protect them and keep them happy. Kai’s mom was murdered in front of them when they were only three and their dad left when he found out Kai’s mom was pregnant, and then they moved into a house where their new mom went crazy and hurt their favourite person because the person who’s job was to care for his family hurt everyone in the family. Ever since they were three, they haven’t shown that much emotion and eventually became very numb to it, so if Shoto could make them smile, he would.
“Shohohohotohohohohooho!!!!!!!!”, Kai giggled, making the half-and-half boy feel a surge of happiness in him.
He learned what tickling was when he accidentally brushed his hand over Kai’s side and they laughed. He was confused at first, so he asked Midoria what it was, and after that, it was a common thing for him to tickle Kai, after asking them if they were okay with it of course. He also made sure that a safe word was implemented after learning that Kai might say stop out of reflex, but not want it to stop. His goal was to make sure Kai was comfortable, and so he made sure that he did everything he could to insure that.
“Aww, you look so happy!”, he said. He would often say things like that when tickling Kai. He didn’t even mean to tease them, he just likes to complement them, and it sounds like teasing to Kai. “Nahahahhahahah!! Stohohohoohoohop!!”, they giggled out as they smiled. Shoto decided to give their neck a break and moved his hands to their sides, poking them, making them squeak.
“S-shohohohoto*squeak*hohoho!! Nohohohoho!!!!”. He just smiled at them, their happiness filling him with happiness, like he was feeding off their laughter. He looked down at them, his favourite person. He was always glad to be the cause of their laughter, as it was most often that no one could make them genuinely laugh. “Your laughter sounds so nice, I should do this more often!”, he said, slightly chuckling at his little siblings red face.
His hands eventually moved onto their legs after being at their sides for so long. It was a surprise to Kai, the sudden spot change, and it made them flinch and squeak. “Wow, your legs are really sensitive, huh… well, to bad I guess, cuz I’m never letting you go!”, he said, showing his rare, more un-reserved side of himself. “NAHahahahAHA!!! S-shohoTOHOHO AHAHA!!!!”, Kai laughed loudly, their face red from blushing.
Eventually, he decided to stop and give them a brake, at least until next time.
“You good?”, he asked them, brushing their hair out of their face. “Y-yeaha, juhuhust give me aha momehent… Thanks for thahat…” Kai said, still giggling a bit from the attack. “Anytime!”, Shoto said, doing his little smile that he normally does.
The two heard a knock on the door, and In walked Izuku, smiling at the two of them. “I heard you two were watching a movie, and I was wondering if I could join you, but when I came to ask, I could tell you guys were having a sibling moment, so I just waited to come in… what movie are you watching, do you mind if I join you? I brought snacks” he said, holding up a bag of chips and a few bags of candy. “I’m fine with it if Kai is. Kai?”, Todoroki asked you, looking down at them. “I see no problem with it” Kai said, smiling.
And with that, the three started the long forgotten movie from the beginning, having fun together. In that moment, they couldn’t have been happier :)
꧁༺The end༻꧂
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That’s the end!! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry, I know the end was a bit abrupt, but I‘m working on a Shinsou x sibling!reader right now, so look forward to that! I hope you have an amazing day/night! Byeeeeee!!
-Froggie :p
#tickle fluff#t-word content#tickle community#tickling#Todoroki c sibling!oc#Todoroki tickles#Todoroki x ticklish!oc#mha tickles#hehe :)
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yoyoyo! when you can, do u think u can do some chuckle sandwich hcs? im glad you write for them, they are some of my favorite creators :D
CHUMKLE SAMMICH..
IRL
-alright to start off schlatt 100% stays as far away as possible from charlie and ted’s ticklish endeavours
-there has been many times he kicked ted to the floor by accident LOL
-ted is definitely the most ticklish out of all of them, and then charlie, then schlatt
-though ted is the one tickling both of them the most often
-he’s definitely a SUPER playful ler, like he’ll be like “relatable content” if he makes the lee shriek with laughter, and just always commenting on every single thing, he also loves tickle games a lot
-charlie is another really really playful ler, he loves to make the weirdest noises and talk in the “how to beat an ostrich” voice to make the lee laugh even more and get them to tell him to shut up so he as an excuse to tickle them more
-schlatt will rarely tickle them because he wants no shit to do with their tickling bullshit, but will be evil, but also pretty playful when he does it. he’d keep making snarky comments and he’s the type of ler to ask those obvious questions n shit
-its very common for charlie and ted to get into tickle fights, mostly fighting about whos more ticklish/the best at tickling
-charlie usually gets the upper hand because he’s stronger than ted
-schlatt always watches from the sidelines and makes fun of whoever is being tickled (he has been dragged into it many times because of this)
-ted just KNOWS all of their tickle spots somehow, it scares the shit out of schlatt but charlie keeps trying to nag him for answers
-TDLR: charlie and ted constantly getting into competitive tickle fights, schlatt making fun of the loser, then getting dragged into it bc he somehow hasn’t learned from his past mistakes of being snarky with them
#chuckle sandwich my beloved#lee!slimecicle#lee!ted#lee!schlatt#ler!slimecicle#ler!ted#ler!schlatt#tw schlatt#cw schlatt#my headcannons
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Imagine This:
A combination of voodoo magic with the playful endeavours of a tickler 😏
Your ler holds up a small doll before you and you watch as they begin to stroke gently up the dolls arm - but wait, you feel the sensation too. In this initial confused state, you see the ler’s smile intensify as you think it’s a trick of your mind.
The sensation dissipates before returning to the other arm this time. You make eye contact with the ler once more and sure enough they are gently stroking along the same position on the doll.
You begin to know what this is, your eyes bulge in horror realising the power they wield. As you watch on, scribbling fingers start moving towards the dolls tummy. You look down at your tummy trying to cover it all in an instinctual reaction but you know it’s going to protect.
Your eyes look up once more only to find that the tickler has faded from your view. All you have on your mind is the knowledge that this person can tickle you wherever and whenever they choose, on any ticklish spot and you have no way of stopping it.
Just imagine right now, sitting on your sofa or laying across your comfy bed and from out of no where your body is riddled by ticklish sensation. It may last 10 seconds, it may last an awful lot longer and it will continue until you find that doll.
Good luck in your search! 😜
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Marvin The Mischievous ~ A Septic Ego Series ~ Part 7
Things are hotting up in the series now as we come to out next part, now....lets see how Jackie-Boy Man fares against our aspiring cheeky villain. LET'S HECKIN GO PEOPLE!
TAGGING: @marvin-lee-magician @jackleeboy-man @the-dapper-switch @robbie-lee-zombie @robbie-the-zomblee @schneeplesteinthetickledoctor @chase-brody-thelee @the-survivelee-hunter @shawn-flynn-the-switch @shawnflynn-thetoymake-ler @anti-switch-glitch
Productive days are always pretty marvellous, you're engaged in your tasks and whenever you reach a stage of completion or success it just spurs you to push forward, to pump out thing after thing....and then that feeling of pride you have within yourself is like nothing else in the world. Jackie-Boy Man was enjoying such bliss right now as he wandered over to his exercise machinery in his training room. He'd re-sewed parts of his costume, filed away villain reports and organised them, had a nice lunch, and had organised a proper, safe exercise timetable for himself. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stretched, fully focused on getting into his workout mind-set.....and oblivious as to the events that had preceded this little scene. We can assume that his obliviousness won't last forever though. For now however, he got to work, focusing on biceps and triceps work with rowing, push-ups and light weights, having water and bites of energy bars at regular intervals so that he wouldn't get too tired but he'd also feel that he was testing his body, keeping it strong.
He was moving onto his final activity in this hour long session, pull-ups; they were the most gruelling, which is why he took the utmost care when performing them. He had water and an energy snack at the ready, the music coming from his radio helping to psyche him up as he reached up for the bar.....and began. He had a set order of things, do five pull-ups, stretch and take a drink, do five, stretch and have a snack, do five, drink, you get the idea; he intended to repeat the process until he'd done thirty, then he'd leave it for the day. He knew how to be sensible and not over-exert himself, as a superhero he always worked on maintaining and strengthening his physique and had worked hard to get to a point where his body could take more and more. Jackie was proud, and he deserved to be proud. He was well into his stride, breathing well and focusing on his pace....so he didn't notice that as he continued, the lights in the room started to flicker. It was only when Jackie reached his final five pull-ups that he noticed all was not well; he'd taken time with his snack-bite and looked around the room, and only then noticed the lights properly dimming down at a steady rate. Jackie was about to dismount the exercise and investigate, supposing a fuse was uneven or faltering somewhere; however as soon as the notion came to his mind....everything went downhill for him at once.
One, the lights went out and left the room in complete darkness, two, his radio somehow turned off despite it being wireless, and three.....Jackie couldn't move.
'Wh-what the hell?!'
Before you fret, Jackie's whole body hadn't been immobilised or frozen or anything of the sort....it just wouldn't be able to move away because something had bound Jackie's wrists to his pull-up bar. He was grunting and tugging, straining his eyes to try and gauge what was restraining him, but his mind and body were tired after his exercising so it was practically impossible for him to focus on getting his strength up. He'd been trapped at the perfect time of weakness.
'Okayokayokay think think c'mon Jackie think.....'
He forced his mind to whirr. This couldn't be the plot of one of his villains, primarily because he made sure none of them knew where he lived, but also because this didn't match any of their intimidation styles. Mainly because those villains HAD no style....whoever this was, they had flare and dramatics up their sleeve. He sighed. His mind jumped to Anti, ever the miscreant pulling tricks and the like; it made sense to him.
'Alright glitch bitch, c'mon joke's over!'
.....no reply. Huh. He was always the first to take credit for a wrongdoing, he was always proud of his own cheekiness after all. Jackie pursed his lips, thinking over it all again....maybe....maybe he'd been wrong. There had been no creepy, crackly laughter, no static from his radio; these were Anti's classic tactics, why would he abandon them now? Jackie huffed in frustration at his own brain as he thought-
'Boo.....'
'AHWHATTHEHELL?!'
Jackie jumped and yelped at the sudden whisper, shuddering as he felt the breath of the whisperer right over his ear and neck....behind him. Someone was standing behind him. The culprit was behind him. His....captor, was behind him. Jackie shivered again when the mysterious figure chuckled.
'Sorry to disappoint, but there's no glitch here.'
The voice of the man was deep, purring, smooth....just as Marvin intended. Yes, it was really him. No fancy tools or spells. Marvin had brainstormed so many plans and ideas and concepts for how to get Jackie.....but no thought was more satisfying than the notion of gliding his fingertips all over every weak spot he could find. Jackie meanwhile let out a grunt, trying to twist round to catch a glimpse of who it was, but he had no luck; Marvin began to drawl tauntingly.
'Finally, the great Jackie-Boy Man in my grasp....I can't wait to add you to my list of success.'
Marvin's eyes glittered deviously as he watched Jackie twist and squirm before him, he had to admit it was quite a beautiful sight. Jackie meanwhile was trying to get his head round this. A list. He wasn't the first to be involved in this presumably, but he wouldn't be able to understand what was happening until he got more information first....or rather, tried to.
'Who the hell are you? Why are you here? What are you planning?'
Jackie endeavoured to project boldness and insistence; lesson one of a captive situation, assert your own strength. However instead of making his captor feel taken aback, it seemed to merely amuse him.
'So many questions, but no answers for you, as of yet anyway.'
Jackie growled in frustration at how smug the person seemed, and tried even harder to look behind him; that made Marvin tut and sigh with exaggerated exasperation.
'And I'll be having none of that thank you very much!'
Marvin's cold fingers found the edges of Jackie's vest, and with much protesting, pulled it up over Jackie's face....so he could see nothing. The hero shivered when he felt his torso become exposed, and this blindfolding action made the previous darkness of the room feel like a blessing....this darkness was close, real, and intimidating. All that could be heard was Jackie's shaky breathing as he whispered.
'......wh-what are you g-gonna do to me?'
Oh how Marvin had longed to be posed that question. He leant in behind Jackie, and rested his chin on the hero's shoulder. He hesitated, just so he could listened to Jackie's hitching breaths and feel the warmth of his skin after his exercises, so soft and warm and beautiful-Marvin sharply inhaled. He needed to focus. He let out a small hum into Jackie's ear as he took a fingertip, and dragged it down one of his hollows.
'I'm going to make you my sweet victim, make you submit and crumble and wail for mercy....'
Jackie flinched and bit his lip, already wearing a flustered, shaky smile as he understood what his captor wanted to do to him. That single finger ignited the rest of Jackie's nervous system, as if every vulnerable place on his body was priming and preparing itself for what was to come. Jackie already knew he couldn't be defiant.....he knew the things that broke him, and this was weakness number one; he whimpered when Marvin continued to purr.
'I am going to tickle you until it's all your mind will ever know.'
Marvin was smirking softly against Jackie's ear, and he chuckled at Jackie's weak reply.
'......wh-why?'
Jackie waited with bated breath.
'Because it is the only thing....that I truly desire.'
Jackie-Boy Man was an instant mess of giggles....now, it had begun. Two hands were at work, ten fingers having their playtime. They were so light as they started at his hollows, swirling a few times before dragging themselves down, down, down, his ribs, playing them like a xylophone. After a bout of skittering at Jackie's delectable sides, they thus rose back up and merely continued to the process. Every time Jackie thought to himself....this time, this cycle, this sequence must be the last, he must be getting bored? But it didn't stop.
'P-Plehehease nohot thihihis plehease i-it'stoomuch!'
Marvin was grinning from ear to ear, still keeping his and Jackie's bodies close as he kept up his technique. He knew Jackie well you see, and he knew that intensity wasn't always the key to getting what you wanted. It was patience, knowledge....and having a good set of words.
'Poor hero, so affected by such lightness and what some may even consider a soothing touch....you're such a delicate thing aren't you?'
Jackie's cheeks burned as he shook his head, no no no he was strong and resilient, hard as nails.....hm. Though, with the way he squirmed and quivered and babbled the word please, perhaps he was more akin to being as soft as feathers.
'Nohohoho n-nohoho t-thahat's wrohohong!'
Marvin, unseen by Jackie, raised an amused eyebrow, and proceeded to let his lips brush Jackie's neck as he murmured in a growl-like tone.
'Wrong eh? So it doesn't make your heart quiver to think of how exposed you are in my grasp? How I could strike, change action, or do something on a whim....at any moment?'
Marvin was euphoric with the power and joy that came with having Jackie like this, the happiness that came from feeling him squirm and feeling his skin twitch at his touch was just beyond satisfying. Jackie had arched his back and thrown his head back, letting out whimpery wails of desperation as he tried to jerk away from the constant tickling, but it was no use. His captor's words were just the cherry on top because they were precisely true.
'Nohoho ihit f-fuhucking dohohoesn't! C'mohohon juhust lehehet me gohoho!'
At Jackie's whiney begging, Marvin felt his heart jump in his chest....he'd always found Jackie cute and amazingly sweet....but this was a new beauty. A beauty he wanted to see over and over again for as long as he could spend time with him. The hero in question was having a bit of an issue with sight ironically, amidst his squirming he was shaking his head to try and dislodge his vest, but his tormentor had secured it well.
'Oh but this is ever so fun isn't it?! You're so exposed for me, and I may never get another opportunity....so I intend to take my sweet time exploring you, sweet Jackie.'
And explore he did. Jackie was in paranoid ticklish agony, never knowing where his tormentor would tease or prod or scratch next. A stroke with a single finger down his spine made him squeal and jump, a poke to his navel made him snort and let out a half-cackle, and a lick to the shell of his ear made him shiver and bow his head out of embarrassment. This person didn't just tickle him....they ruined him.
'Fuhuhuck EEEK!! STAHAP!! T-TOHOHohoo mahany plahahaces-AHNATFAHAIR!!'
He was a mess of reactions, his vocals just didn't know what to do with themselves....it was frankly extremely adorable. Marvin was chuckling menacingly into Jackie's ear, just because he was having such a good time. Marvin had even stopped thinking about his endeavour....all he thought about was Jackie. He craved more of his laughter, snorts, squeals, begs....it all just sounded infinitely more stunning coming from him.
'You're just cursed with the most sensitive body in the world aren't you? Though....for me it's rather a blessing to see you so desperate.'
As Marvin teased, Jackie wailed. That voice. That deep echoing voice. It seemed everywhere at once, around him, in his mind, like a predator in itself on top of the sporadic strikes to his nerves. They were relentless. A flutter behind his knee made him kick out with a squeak, a nip to his neck made him whimper, a massage to his hip made him whine as he got caught between ticklishness and relaxation. Jackie's mind was caught in a limbo, it couldn't focus, he couldn't focus, and that proved to be most detrimental.
'PLEASEPLEHEHEASE IHIHI Cahahahan't tahahake ihit eheverywhEHERE!!'
Jackie was undoubtedly embarrassed that he was proving his captor's point about how desperate he was, but funnily enough the desperation took precedence within the hero. Marvin hummed and mused.
'Hmmm....but I find this ever so fun....catching you off guard and keeping you on alert. Why should I change my tactic?'
He grinned as he posed the question, tweaking at certain parts of Jackie's ribcage now which made the hero's reply lovely and yelp-filled.
'BehehecAHAUse Ihihi'm beheHEggihing yohohou!!'
Oh that was music to Marvin's ears. Jackie's hidden cheeks were magenta as he wriggled, eyes watery and nerves aching for relief from those dastardly digits of tickle torture. Marvin let out little thoughtful hums in the hero's ear, making a show of pondering as he traced his hipbones.
'Mm, a valid argument. So, instead of treating all of your nerves, would you be agreeable to, say....me choosing one place and remaining there....and only there?'
Jackie nodded without even having processed Marvin's words, all he heard was an end to the uncertainty and he jumped at the chance for that inviting mercy.
'YESYESYES OHOPLEASEYES!'
Jackie practically yelled with joy, and swiftly let out a gasp of happy relief when he felt the two offending hands draw back from his body for the first time. Jackie breathed deep as he listened out for his captor's reply. Though....he'd probably wish he hadn't, since it marked the bout of REAL tickle torture.
'As you wish.'
Marvin's voice trickled out in the form of a smooth growl....and that was the first sign to Jackie that he'd made a grave mistake.
'Wh-what do yo-AAAEEEEE!!! FAHAHAHACK NAHAHAHA SHIHIT!!!'
During his reply, Marvin had slowly but surely been manoeuvring so he was down on his knees....his head level with Jackie's legs. He had hugged one of Jackie's shins to his chest before going to town and nibbling every inch of Jackie's thigh that the cheeky magician could reach.
'Now, now language! I knew I should have brought a gag.....'
Marvin teased as he nipped the flesh, Jackie's shrieking laughter spurring him to continue with true vigorous enthusiasm. The hero himself.....had never known such ticklishness. Sure, he'd been tickled countless times....but the situation, the technique, the place...all these circumstances combined just made the experience so unbearable and evil. Jackie had never felt more ticklish and weak, and it broke him.
'AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEEERE!!!'
Jackie cried out frantically, he was in disbelief. It tickled so damn much it tickled so damn much, the voice was echoing and teasing and....it was...almost....freeing, in a way. Jackie's mind hardly had the time to settle on any specific thoughts now of course, particularly with Marvin sneering.
'Not here? But this is what you asked for Jackie!'
Marvin's smirk was diabolical as he moved onto the second thigh, starting to reach the inner flesh which coaxed a new bout of mirth from Jackie.
'IHIHIHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIT LIHIKE THIHIHIHIIIIS!!!'
Jackie was thrashing like his life depended on it.....and that's when he realised. His captor had been right....true to his word.....''I am going to tickle you until it's all your mind will ever know.'' It WAS all that his mind knew.
'Oh Jackie....if only you had been specific before.'
Jackie thought he was going to scream at what his tormentor did next....he didn't even hear him take the breath, he only felt the sloppy raspberry rippling up and down his thigh.
'PLEHEHEHEEEEE IHIHIHIHI-!!!'
Jackie did scream....he couldn't hold it in, and Marvin was preparing himself to unleash an onslaught of that delectable fruit; but rescue reared its righteous head. There was suddenly a loud banging emanating from the door into the workout area, which made Marvin move sharply away from his task. Jackie could have cried out to the heavens right there and then as the barrage of muffled voices reached his ear, and he managed to gasp for air and whimpery thank yous trickled into the air from his lips. Marvin meanwhile couldn't help but frown....he hadn't finished.....but he concluded in his mind that he'd subjected Jackie to more than enough. He'd taken down the hero. Marvin observed Jackie's shivery form for a few moments....like he was thinking. Jackie sharply gasped when he felt a hand cup his covered face and a voice in his ear.
'It seems our time is to be cut short, dear hero.....goodbye. I hope you had as I did.'
Marvin planted a swift kiss where Jackie's hidden cheek was....then he was gone. No sooner had he dissipated away, there was a crash, and Jackie could hear the voices getting closer....familiar voices. The voices he needed.
'Qvick qvick, oh he must be exhausted-'
'Help me with the ropes dude, yeah yeah, okay get his vest....'
Jackie could see. He had to squint at first, since the lights were back like they'd never been tampered with at all. Then he saw them....everyone. His wrists had been released and he was being supported by Chase and the good doctor, both of whom were looking at him with concern. Jackie's senses were coming back to him at normal levels now, first the supportive hold of those two, then the feeling of someone holding his hand. Jackie blinked a few times, then smiled fondly to see Robbie cuddling one of his hands affectionately. Next was Jamie....the sweet mute man was dabbing his forehead with an intricate handkerchief whilst moving his hair....stroking it softly and fixing it back into place. Jackie could feel himself coming back to a state of calm security, the soothing contact working wonders.
'We were too late.'
Jackie blinked a few times as he looked to the side, curious as to the source of the gruff voice. Everyone else did too, and soon Shawn Flynn had everyone's attention. He'd been examining what had kept Jackie restrained....and at his words, everyone in the room seemed to understand what he meant. Except Jackie. The hero cleared his throat, looking around as he tried to speak.
'Wh-what....h-how....?'
'It's okay bud, we can explain everythin' to ye.'
Jackie tilted his head when he saw Angus approach him with a reassuring smile, he noticed Anti at his side too, they both seemed a little out of breath-ah. Of course. They'd been the ones to get the door off its hinges. Jackie looked at Angus patiently as he began to speak.
'Yer ah....not the first. To be....tickled uniquely. It's Marvin. He's had this....mission, seeking all of us as a task. Every time he gets someone he ticks em off. I only realised cuz he revealed himself to me...'
Angus' next few sentences became a little fuzzy for Jackie....all he could think about was Marvin. Marvin was saying those things, touching him like that....Marvin kissed him. Jackie could feel himself getting breathless so he snapped out of it, refocusing on Angus.
'-Anti's te' only one he hasn't gotten, but anyway te' point is we need a fuckin' plan to get him back!'
Before Jackie could reply properly, the room became filled with everyone's voices, and Jamie's signing, as suggestion after suggestion flew through; it was rather hectic, but when AREN'T the septics hectic?
'Ze important part is catching-'
'-see us coming though!'
'Not if we anticipa-'
'I'm gonna get that cheeky fuc-'
'OBVIOUS!'
Everyone. Frickin. Jumped out of their skins. Anti even glitched back a few centimetres when Robbie the Zombie interjected the rabble with quite some confidence. He bowed his head softly when everyone stared....but they were his family, so he continued resolutely. He raised his arm....and pointed.
'Last one. We.....set trap?'
Anti. He'd been pointing at Anti. Everyone realised simultaneously....of course Marvin had wanted to save Anti till last; victory over the glitch would be his crowning glory. Everyone shared a look....it was a look of agreement. Soon, seven pairs of eyes were locked onto Antisepticeye. It didn't take long for him to smirk resolutely and muse.
'Well....seven down, and one to go I guess.'
WOOOOOO I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A FIC SO FAST H E C K YE WHO NEEDS SLEEP ahem I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT LUV YOOOOUS XXX
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Criminal Minds showrunner no 300º episódio: ‘’Nenhum de nós pensou que nós iríamos tão longe’’
Nota do editor: O 300º episódio de Criminal Minds - que também serve como estréia da temporada 14 - vai ao ar hoje às 10 da noite, ET, na CBS. Abaixo, o showrunner Erica Messer reflete em alcançar o marco.
Quando as pessoas perguntam como no mundo nós contamos 300 episódios sobre serial killers, meu primeiro instinto é dizer (de uma forma levemente defensiva), 'É mais sobre os heróis que pegam esses UnSubs', mas então eu entendo o que eles está realmente perguntando - 300 episódios de televisão. Como fizemos isso? Trezentos seriam muitas páginas para ler. Muitos biscoitos para assar. Buracos de golfe. Abdominais. Flexões. E eles estão certos. É muita TV.
Criminal Minds é atualmente a 18ª série mais assistida na televisão americana. A lista nos coloca em companhia impressionante. "Ar rarefeito", como diz um dos nossos capitães do transpo. Mas quando perguntado se eu estava preocupado, não chegaríamos a 300, a resposta foi um retumbante sim, muito preocupado. Então, novamente, eu estava preocupado em chegar a 100 e 200 também. A verdade é que nenhum de nós jamais pensou que chegaríamos tão longe. Um produtor (que permanecerá sem nome) pensou que estaria de volta a Nova York para o Dia de Ação de Graças depois da encomenda inicial de 13 anos.
Talvez nossa incerteza tenha nascido de um lar desfeito - o estúdio que nos produz [ABC Studios] não é o mesmo que a rede que nos leva ao ar - o que causa alguma insegurança. Ou que os críticos nos odiavam quando estreamos. Ou que tivemos algumas grandes mudanças nos primeiros dias. Ou que sempre tivemos que enfrentar grandes tempestades. Mas agora, 13 anos civis e 14 temporadas de transmissão mais tarde, nossos fãs devotos provaram o contrário. Eles estão em sintonia toda quarta à noite desde 2005, antes que os espectadores atrasados fossem medidos. E se eles não puderem assistir às 10 da noite, eles vão se certificar antes do próximo episódio.
É por isso que queríamos 300 para ser extra-especial. Para dar aos nossos fãs um bom agradecimento por assistir e torcer por nós. A história em si tinha que ser um trem-bala para encerrar tudo o que foi criado em 299, então não havia tempo para fazer grandes aparições nem mergulhar profundamente em nada que não fosse sobre levar nossos heróis seqüestrados de volta em 42 minutos. Os flashbacks que usamos foram escolhidos especificamente para mostrar o quão longe nós viemos… todos que estiveram nesta jornada conosco poderão apreciar esses momentos tanto quanto nós.
Celebramos nosso marco com o elenco, a equipe, suas famílias e nossos executivos de estúdio e rede no California Science Center. Nós experimentamos o rei Tut para o Space Shuttle Endeavour. Foi quando isso realmente me atingiu. Eu sei como chegamos a 300 episódios. Tudo o que eu tinha que fazer era olhar em volta para o incrível elenco e equipe. Não é apenas o incrível talento deles, são as famílias deles que os compartilham com o resto de nós. É mais do que nosso elenco de heróis na tela, é todo mundo por trás dos jogadores de bastidores.
Todo mundo que trabalha em Criminal Minds se orgulha de fazer parte desse pequeno motor que poderia. Nós não estaríamos aqui sem o amor e apoio de amigos, familiares e fãs. Então obrigada. Todos nos sentimos humildes por continuar a fazer a história da televisão no esquecimento esquecido e mágico de LA.
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Iqi: Arrival Chapter Nine
You can read the whole story on Wattpad
https://www.wattpad.com/story/135795678-iqi-arrival
“Fuck! That little cunt planned this all along!” Hermione paced the room angrily.
“Calm down this was clearly something that was a long time coming,” Dr. Willoughby said re watching the scenes with the Selkie in it from the press conference. “Obviously she meant to release this information slowly to the public, but Iqi’s arrival delayed her plans and the recent hacking forced her to accelerate them. I doubt she did this with an malintent. If anything I’d say she looks quite reluctant to release this information.”
“Still do you know what this means for Iqi! Know one's gonna want to see him anymore. All they’re gonna care about are those stupid fucking Selkie!” Hermione ranted.
“People will obviously still love and care about Iqi. That doesn’t go away just because he’s no longer the brand new humanoid species. The only thing that might really change is the amount people are willing to pay to see him. But those sessions were never about the money. Right?” Dr. Willoughby said.
“Right,” I agreed.
Hermione went silent, still steaming about the announcement of the Selkies. Personally I found them interesting. If they were cousins of humanity then they were cousins of mine as well. It seemed almost like the perfect fit. The skies for me, the land for man and the sea for the Selkie. I smiled at the thought of one day meeting these Selkie.
“I want to meet them,” I told Dr. Willoughby.
“Of course you do,” she smiled. “I’m sure that meeting is inevitable. It feels like so sort of metaphor huh. Sky and sea meeting for the first time.”
“I was thinking the same thing!” I grinned.
She patted my head. “You’re pretty clever Iqi. I wonder if the Selkie are at the same level of intelligence as us.”
The doorbell suddenly rang.
“Finally the fucking food is here,” Hermione grumbled getting up.
“Security will get it. You don’t have to get up,” Dr. Willoughby said.
“Yeah, but since you and Iqi decided you would order food for everyone they’re probably gonna take their sweet time giving us our food,” Hermione stalked off.
“Why is Hermione so upset ?” I sighed.
Dr. Willoughby didn’t answer. But kept pausing and zooming in on different parts of the Selkie.
My wings flapped restlessly. Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe humans love for me was only temporary, so long as I was a novelty. I wondered if I could be happy knowing I was at least loved by my sister and Dr. Willoughby. A sudden pang in my heart told me otherwise. I loved humans, and I want them to love me too.
“Dr. Willoughby?” I asked.
“Yes, Iqi.”
“Should I say something? Like to the public. About the Selkie.”
Dr. Willoughby paused the tv and sat back thinking intently.
“I think you will be expected to,” she finally said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if a handful of speeches for you to give were being written right now by the HIC.”
“The hic?” I asked.
She smiled at me. “It’s an abbreviation of the Human Intergalactic Council. President Tapiwa will definitely give a speech either today or tomorrow. They’ll probably want video footage of your meeting with Ms. Ahuja and the Selkie so you’ll definitely be expected to give some kind of speech then or even before then.”
“Here’s the food,” Hermione grumbled walking back into the living room.
I could smell the heavenly spices wafting from the bag already and my mouth began to salivate. This was a fairly new experience for me. In general food when space traveling doesn’t have much flavor and needs to be rationed for weight control. On a planet however you can have as much food as you want with as many flavors that are available. But humans were unique in the fact that they’d try to eat anything at least once. Anything that was edible on their planet they consumed it.
Since the only true way to know if something was edile or not was to try it many species had a limited palette because who would be crazy enough to put something unknown into their bodies! Since the humans were in fact crazy enough they had acquired an enormous palette unmatched by any other species, even scavengers.
Human food had flavors and textures unlike any in the know universe. At first I was nervous about trying human foods since I was technically a brand new species and no one knew how my body would react to certain things. But Hermione was persistent and now food was no longer a duty but an experience for me. I eagerly took the bag from Hermione’s hands as she sat down beside us.
“President Tapiwa wants to see you Iqi,” she said.
“Already?” I asked funneling the rice into my mouth.
“Yeah, I just got off the phone with her. She’s actually coming here for once. She wants to avoid exposing you to the public right now.”
“Oh,” I said. “Wait so what about my Tuesday session!”
“Gotta cancel,” Hermione said biting a chunk out of her chicken. “We’ve never had to cancel before so we’ll need to write a generic letter to send everyone.”
“But… that’s not fair! I was looking forward to that! The people coming were looking forward to it!”
“Blame Ms. Ahuja for that one,” Hermione said nonchalant.
I looked down at my food.
“I know you were looking forward to this Iqi,” Dr. Willoughby said placing her hand on my leg. “And I know you don’t want to disappoint anyone but it’s for security reasons. Just give them back they’re money and right a genuine apology and it’ll be fine.”
I nodded sighing. “I just don’t get why the Selkie being announced puts me in danger?”
“President Tapiwa is probably protecting you from bad press. People will want to ask you about the Selkie and she wants to be in control of the narrative rather than letting people go wild with assumption.”
“I understand. But still…” I muttered.
“Well, regardly of the reason she’ll be here in three hours so make sure you clean yourself up,” Hermione said.
I frowned. Cleaning my wings was a real chore, I usually washed up about twice a week and had started to line up my wash days with the sessions. But now not knowing how long I wouldn’t be allowed sessions, this might mess up my schedule.
“I’ll help you wash them, Iqi,” Hermione smiled touching my face.
“Thank you,” I returned the smile.
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President Tapiwa and her security arrived at seven p.m. She was dressed in a sharp suit, much more masculine than the one Katherine was wearing. She sat across from me at the desk set up in my bedroom.
“Iqi, thank you for hosting me,” she smiled warmly.
“Thank you for coming,” I replied.
“I’m sorry about you having to cancel your sessions, I know those are important to you,” she started off. “But with this new and surprising development it’s important we all share the same narrative.”
“I understand. But what is our narrative?” I asked.
President Tapiwa smiled. “Excellent question. Officially we welcome the Selkie with open arms. Like Ms. Ahuja said these are our cousins and we are thrilled to meet them and continue our journey of life with them.”
“Unofficially?” I asked weary.
“Unofficially, we are extremely suspicious of not only these creatures but on Ms. Katherine Ahuja herself. She obviously has had knowledge of these creatures for years now but neglected to let the public or even her government know of their existence. There has to be a reason for that and we will endeavour to find this reason out,” President Tapiwa’s face took on a scary edge.
“So… I should avoid them and her?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
“No, actually I want you to do the exact opposite. I want you to meet her and these creatures. I want you to get as close to them as you can. And I want you to report back to solely me,” President Tapiwa pulled some papers out of her folder. “The hacking done on SOUS was done by me and Chancellor Nakano. We were suspicious and uneasy with the way SOUS was able to keep such a low profile. They were a completely dark area in the matter of intelligence and we needed to know what exactly they were doing there. Suddenly we got a backdoor entrance so to speak from someone on the inside.”
She showed me a picture of a pale beautiful human woman with lovely brown hair.
“This is Veronica De Sauveterre. She was a scientist who worked at SOUS a few years ago and was quite accomplished. She was tried and convicted under mysterious circumstances and is being jailed within SOUS. We do not know what her condition or treatment is like nor why she has been imprisoned. But she is the one who managed to make contact with us from within SOUS.”
“Katherine is holding her prisoner?” I looked up at President Tapiwa.
“We can’t make any assumptions. Katherine Ahuja is a co-CEO of SOUS but it’s clear she is simply the face of SOUS, whereas Jeffrey Harley seems to be the true mastermind of the company,” President Tapiwa pulled out a photo with Katherine and a man standing side by side smiling into the camera.
“Iqi, I want you to uncover what’s going on in SOUS. I want you to spy for the Human Intergalactic Council.”
A sharp knock rapped on the door before I could respond.
“Come in,” President Tapiwa said irritated, it was one of her detail.
He came in holding a phone. “Ms. Ahuja has made contact to Iqi.”
President Tapiwa nodded. “Put it on speaker.”
He set the phone down in the middle of the table, pressed a button and left.
“Hello?” I heard Katherine’s voice on the other line.
“Oh, hello!” I said gathering my thoughts.
“Iqi, how are you? I wasn’t sure if they’d let me speak with you,” she laughed.
“I’m very well. Thank you for calling,” I said constantly monitoring President Tapiwa’s face for disapproval.
“You probably already know what this is about. I was wondering if one day you wanted to meet Ler and Kym. We’ll provide security and a place for you to stay if you want to spend a few days here,” she sounded nervous.
“I’d love to but,” I looked up at President Tapiwa’s face she was watching me closely. “Haven’t you been having hacking issues?”
Katherine laughed. “Yes we have. But you don’t need to fear these hackers, they are after all from the HIC. Oh, but they probably didn’t tell you any of that. My bad.”
President Tapiwa’s face took on a dark look.
“Oh,” I said not really sure of what else to say.
I heard Katherine sigh. “She’s in the room with you isn’t she. President Tapiwa, I understand you won’t respond so you can have plausible deniability but I can assure you Iqi will be well taken care of during his visit to my facility, if he so chooses to go. I’ll allow him to bring his detail, his sister and of course Dr. Willoughby, but some parts of my facility will be off-limits to them. He’ll be perfectly safe, I’ve been dealing with the supposedly supernatural much longer than anyone on your team I can assure you.”
No one said anything for a long beat.
“So, Iqi what will it be? Will you come visit me?” Katherine asked.
I looked up at President Tapiwa. Her face seemed to ask a question too.
Will you spy for me?
“Yes,” I answered, looking into President Tapiwa’s eyes. “I will.”
#iqi#Iqi:Arrival#Iqi: Arrival#Alien#Aliens#hybrid#space australia#humans are space orcs#humans are space oddities#earth is space australia#spacetravel#HUMANS ARE WEIRD#humans are insane#spy#spies#Katherine Ahuja#selkie
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💞Masterlist💫
Marvel:
My Hero Academia:
• Admit we're Besties (Lee!Bakugou Ler!Kaminari)
• Smile More! (Lee!Tokoyami Ler!Ochaco)
● Weird Wings (Lee!Hawks Ler!Endeavour) (Lee!Shoto Ler!Fuyumi- mini)
•Communication (Lee!Bakugou Ler!Hagakure) (Lee!Midoriya Ler!Ojiro)
● Comfy (Lee!reader Ler!dabi & hawks)
●Think Fast
The Umbrella Academy:
Stranger things:
Family Guy:
Lucifer:
Bojack Horseman:
Steven Universe:
Brooklyn 99:
Saiki K:
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The Host’s….poetry
The Host wished to convey how he felt about each of his friends, in a form by which he feels he can express himself more adequately…..The Host hopes his friends enjoy them.
Dark (@darklespark-ler): The darkest of our company, pitch black in suit and soul,
Not one of us can deny, he’s the most ruthless ler of all,
With dancing words and flying hands, his eloquence makes us crazed…..
And yet the care and compassion he finally gives, never ceases to make us dazed,
So he may be the meanest or the kindest, it could be either or……
But I think we can all agree, that he’s the softest at the core.
Wilford (@tickled-pinkstache): Ah the vivacious man himself, his energy is unequalled,
If I were to go into all his perfect traits, I may have to compose a sequel,
In terms of our community, he’s quite the well-known presence,
Renound for his changeability, because he is a switch in essence,
He is quick to blush and surrender, whilst also having an unrelenting, devious style,
He smirk is truly one of a kind, and can make the strongest falter…..and smile.
Google (@googleriplier): Forget about droids and robots, Google is a man like any other,
Although he may be able to better calculate, how to bring his victims into a bother,
His eyes shine bright with his glee and his menace, all while he wonders and tries,
What will work best on necks and sides, how do you best torture bellies and thighs…..
Google will know so let none of us fret, with this type of ler specificity is obsessive,
And yet be wary…..for if he is taken with us, we may find ourselves part of a new primary objective.
Antisepticeye (@anti-switch-glitch): The haphazard gentleman himself, always full of sharp fire,
He is another who at any moment, could pounce…..attack, and never tire,
But, there may be another side to this glitched gent, for at times you may see him….on the receiving end.
So you should certainly beware, his laugh alone will chills and shivers rend,
But lers should remember, that the simple truth is……
Antisepticeye can switch, and be reduced to giggle-fuelled tears.
Dr. Iplier (@dr-ipliler): The man who is said to know what’s best…..and perhaps that is true when laughter is concerned,
A patron of sarcasm he seems to be, whose words could lead to your cheeks being burned,
He will endeavour to heal you, to check your abdomen and joints,
But with this mischievous medic, he only wants to find points,
Points of sensitivity and weakness, that shatter and break your will,
But you needn’t be too worried, you’ll be guaranteed a perfect health bill.
Dr. Schneeplestein (@schneepleestien): The good doctor himself, and a good man indeed,
But through the wall of professionalism, you must make sure to take heed,
Of how his cheeks can change hue, and how he endeavours to hide,
How he cowers and hugs himself, at some scratches to the side,
A once formal doctor, so composed and well-kept,
Can be reduced to hysteria; so lers, do not forget.
Bim Trimmer (@ticklee-trimmer): A presenter of joy, the patron of confidence and stardom,
But also a beacon of the cute, Bim is the adorable one of this “fandom”,
You must only approach with a slowness, fingertips wriggling,
And you’ll have this prim gentleman melt, into a puddle of giggling,
Yet even through your torment, you must look out and beware…..
Because this lee’s adorable beauty, will make you stop…..and simply stare.
Chase Brody (@chase-brodlee): The sharp shooter himself, full of talents and tricks,
Who it may surprise you to know, would fall at a few well aimed flicks,
Actually, no matter the technique, or the who, why, when, where,
If you target Chase Brody you’ll get laughter, and perhaps even a swear,
To be perfectly honest a father should know better, than to use such vile words,
Perhaps the lers could teach him a lesson, it would be the least he deserves.
Marvin the Magnificent (@magic-ler-marv): A magnificent trickster indeed, his illusions have no bounds,
But don’t let him fool you into being his……assistant, for a few rounds,
His innocence is well practised, you can’t help but feel lured,
This magician will charm you, with flairs and the spoken word…..
And before you know where you are, you’ll be suspended in glee,
Magic and laughter will be forever intertwined, when this magical man makes you his lee.
Jackieboy Man (@jackleeboy-man): A hero finally who will keep evil at bay, a true saviour for us all…..
And yet there seems to be a little something, that could cause our hero to fall,
Perhaps a poke or a prod, at a certain protruding rib or hip,
Might cause our licra clad inspiration, to jump a little higher and let out a yip,
So for all you villainous lers looking for victory, even if you work alone……
You should know that the one and only Jackieboy Man, is the biggest lee the world has ever known.
Mayor Damien (@mayor-damleeien): Ah yes the dear mayor, a proper vision of elegance,
Which may yet be faltered, if you allow your fingers to dance,
He will endeavour to last, to present himself as nothing but strong,
But in reality, it should only take some well placed touches for you to prove him wrong,
So lers out there, don’t be perturbed by his strong position as mayor,
It’s guarenteed that your…..techniques will affect him just as fair.
Robbie the Zombie (@robbie-the-zomblee): Who would have thought, that the undead could be so precious,
As well as so sensitive, so prone to high pitched giggles,
Someone so full of colour and life, and it’s so easy to elicit,
Nibbles and nuzzles are a good way to start, I’m sure he won’t mind if you nip a bit,
All in all, this man from the grave is newly discovered treasure,
Who will undoubtedly let you ler on him, at your leisure.
………The Host hopes his friends find these……okay 💜
#the host is happy#the host loves his friends#poems#poetry#the host likes to think he can write poetry#........#he'll let his friends be the judges of that
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Jorge Carrin picks five bookshops that globetrotting bibliophiles should put on their bucket list
Posted January 06, 2019 06:27:49
Last year, the oldest bookshop in Australia Launceston's Birchalls shut its doors after 170 years of operation.
Bookstore chains, including mega chain Borders, have also folded in recent years.
US online bookselling giant Amazon has recently set up warehouses in Australia, and the e-reader has long encroached on the paperback's territory.
But through that tumult, the independent bricks-and-mortar bookshop lives on.
This is lucky for Spanish writer, academic and literary critic Jorge Carrin, for whom the bookshop is "the perfect place to understand the world".
"When you enter a bookshop you discover a kind of country a little world and you can find different aspects of the history of the world, and also of the present time."
Photo: Jorge Carrin at Ler Devagar in Lisbon one of the bookstores featured in his book Livrarias (or Bookshops). (Horacio Villalobos/Corbis via Getty Images)
For pleasure and for research, Carrin has travelled the world visiting bookshops and getting stamps in his bibliophile passport. The result is Bookshops an extended love letter to his favourite book stores, and a meditative essay on the cultural, intellectual and historical importance of bookshops.
"I know the library is more democratic than the bookshop, but the bookshop is part of the city," Carrin argues.
"It is a private space with a public service dimension to the community that is very important."
Carrin has (at least) 50 bookshops that he holds dear, but for ABC Arts he has whittled this down to five for intrepid bibliophiles to put on their bucket list.
No Australians made it into this final cut, but Carrin says Melbourne's Embiggen Books would make his top ten which would also include John Sandoe Books (London, UK), Librairie Ulysse (Paris, France), Librera Rafael Alberti (Madrid, Spain), and Robinson Crusoe 389 (Istanbul, Turkey).
Eterna Cadencia (Buenos Aires, Argentina)
Photo: Carrin describes this bookstore in the barrio of Palermo Hollywood as "sober, elegant and classical". (Supplied: Facebook/Eterna Cadencia)
While tourists flock to El Ateneo Grand Splendid across town (which is housed in a converted 19th-century-style theatre), Carrin says the Eterna Cadencia "is a better bookshop, and probably more beautiful".
"[There's] wooden floors, stately armchairs and tables, excellent stock set out on shelving that covers the walls, a delightful cafe on a refurbished patio where all manner of literary events are held," Carrin writes in Bookshops.
Ler Devagar (Lisbon, Portugal)
Photo: Ler Devagar has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and an antique printing press. (Supplied: Facebook/Ler Devagar)
"There's two kinds of bookshops," says Carrin: "The bookshops that have sofas and seats and invite you to read in the bookshop for free, and the bookshops where the reading is forbidden. But in both of them you can enter for free and you can feel safe and warm."
Lisbon's Ler Devagar, which translates to "reading slowly", is that first kind of bookshop. It's a three-storey open space with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves around the perimeter and an antique printing press at the centre a nod to the building's origins.
With a cafe and regular list of events and readings, it feels more like a community arts space than a purely commercial endeavour.
City Lights (San Francisco, USA)
Photo: City Lights Books is one of the most famous bookshops in the USA. (Supplied: Flickr/Curtin Cronn)
City Lights is the most famous bookshop in the US, and it's among a group of bookstores (including the Lello Bookstore in Porto, and Shakespeare and Company in Paris) that "have been transformed into museums of themselves and the fragment of cultural history that they represent," Carrin writes.
So naturally, on his first trip to San Francisco, he went on a "devout pilgrimage" to this icon.
Happily, bookseller and poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti has managed to maintain City Lights as a place "for tourists, real readers and for local customers" alike.
The Book Lounge (Cape Town, South Africa)
Photo: The Book Lounge is invitingly named and furnished. (Supplied: The Book Lounge)
Though many bookstores have become famous because of the writers that frequented their shelves and sofas, Carrin reminds us that "the reader is the main character of the bookshop".
And the reader is invited to make themselves at home in this relatively new bookstore, which opened in Cape Town in 2007.
"The Book Lounge is a charming bookshop with large wooden tables and sofas and a basement with rugs that makes you want to stay on and live there," Carrin writes.
It has the soothingly familiar aesthetic of a traditional bookshop except for one thing: the bookshelves are punctuated by glaring gaps. The explanation? Works by JM Coetzee, Paulo Coelho and Gabriel Garcia Marquez were regularly being stolen, so they've been taken off the shelf and are now kept behind the counter.
Librairie des Colonnes (Tangier, Morocco)
Photo: Librairie des Colonnes is the oldest bookshop in Tangier. (Supplied: Flickr/ActuaLitt)
Situated on Tangier's main boulevard, the Librairie des Colonnes is Morocco's oldest bookstore, and the city's "most important cultural centre over the last 60 years," writes Carrin.
It was founded in 1949, by which time a swathe of American and French writers had begun settling in Tangier beginning with American writer and composer Paul Bowles.
Visitors to the bookstore (which underwent restoration in 2010) will walk in aisles once haunted by writers, artists and intellectuals including Tennessee Williams, Truman Capote, William S Burroughs, Jean Genet, Amin Maalouf, Juan Goytisolo, Marguerite Yourcenar, Bernardo Bertolucci and the Rolling Stones.
"It sells fixed-price books in French, English and Spanish, without the option of haggling that is amusing initially but soon becomes trying and wearisome," Carrin writes.
Bookshops is out through Hachette.
Topics:arts-and-entertainment,books-literature,travel-and-tourism,argentina,spain,melbourne-3000,australia,portugal,united-states,south-africa,morocco
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-01-06/best-bookshops-in-the-world-chosen-by-jorge-carrion/10611184
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Laugh For Me (A Part 2) ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic
THIS IS A PART 2 TO THE LER HOST LEE CHASE FIC I DID WHICH YOU CAN FIND HERE AAAAND....well basically, it's Chasey boy's revenge....HERE WE GO!
TAGGING: @chase-brody-thelee and @thehostofleetrature
What a damn day. The sun's beams were shooting down, gentle like streams of water, and warm like a fluffy towel. No humidity, no dehydration, no uncomfortable raised temperatures. Just the sort of comforting atmosphere where you could relax with friends and bask in the whole thing together, and I can assure you that everyone was. Well, almost everyone. One man was absent. And it was going to take another to coax him out. Separate from the bright rabble engaging in water fights and cool drinks, the Host was tucked away in his library, so to speak. He was splayed on his quilt-covered sofa, and in the most casual, exposing attire. What? A man's allowed to be casual in his own space! And the Host certainly was.
He wore a loose, beige linen shirt that lay on his torso lightly to help avoid excessive over heating; he also had a pair of loose jogging bottoms on. He was, by definition, dressed baggily and without a care in the world....well, apart from perhaps the clammy nature of his environment. The Host had to admit that it was bordering uncomfortable, but he could barely find the effort get up, let alone traipse his way all the way up to the communal rooftop. So he just lay, with a cool rag round his neck to help regulate some heat as he tried to relax....but of course, company soon arrived. Chase Brody was determined, he had been set the task by everyone else to coax the Host out of his hidey-hole; with any means necessary. Chase was grinning from ear to ear as he waltzed into the library, not bothering to knock since his and Host's friendship had reached the point where barging in without invitation was accepted. Chase reached the Host's living space, took one glance at the man's appearance, and spoke.
'Wow, didn't even TRY and dress decently for me? Rude.'
He proceeded to sit on the remaining space of the couch, grinning over at the Host who pursed his lips in mock annoyance, letting out a small huff.
'Such a smart formality would be wasted on you Brody.....'
Chase raised an eyebrow and gasped in the most offended manner he could muster, all the while observing how the Host's lips were twitching, threatening to smile. Chase decided to flick the Host's kneecap as he replied matter-of-factly.
'Wow.....well, with your rudeness and your style choices aside, I'm afraid I must implore you to come with me and embrace the season's sunshine!'
The Host raised an eyebrow at the height of Chase's enthusiasm.....however he couldn't bring himself to dim it. The Host understood that the man needed all the joyful experiences and warmths he could get; Chase deserved them, from the Host's perspective. And everyone's actually. However, despite the Host not wanting to burst Chase's bubble.....that didn't mean he wasn't going to be defiant.
'Absolutely not, the sun is the Host's enemy.'
Chase was the one with the raised eyebrow now, and he fought a chuckle as he observed his friend and replied.
'Oh? Why? Did it vex you?'
'Yes.'
'How?'
'By existing.'
Chase was grinning and fighting chuckles at the quippy, fast-paced banter; the Host had to admit that he could feel his own amusement bubbling heartily in his chest. However, they both managed to refrain for now. Chase let his voice come out at a dramatic pitch, and the Host did in fact smile at his words.
'Oh how rude of it! Maybe if you come on outside you can give it a good talking to!'
Chase snickered as the Host shook his head and decided to put one of his arms behind his head and rest on it; his voice was low and slightly sarcastic.
'Funnily enough, the Host doubts it would be a fruitful endeavour.'
Chase heard the Host's words, but found that he couldn't properly register them since his eye had been caught by something. As the Host had raised his arm and rested on it, his loose shirt had ridden up and resulted in a small portion of his lower tummy being exposed. After a few seconds, Chase grinned, his eyes flicking between the soft exposed pudge, and the Host's expression; which reflected a lack of suspicion at Chase's little idea. Without a second thought, Chase reached forward and playfully scratched at the soft skin as he let his voice come out as a whine.
'C'moooon Hosty, y'know you want to-!'
'EEEH!'
Chase's eyes bugged out of his sockets, for two reasons. The first, being due to his shock at hearing the Host's high pitched squeal. It was so loud and high pitched, and frankly impressive. The second reason, was the Host's physical reaction. The Host, the most collected man in existence, had arched his back and bucked so harshly.....that he forced himself off the couch and onto the floor, landing on his front with a light thump as the rag from his neck flew off and landed somewhere. Chase was lightening fast, shuffling off the couch and crouching down to peer at the Host and tentatively place a hand on his back.
'Host? A-Are you-?'
Chase spoke softly, but was swiftly relieved when he saw that the Host was smiling.....and blushing a little too. He helped the Host shift so he could sit on the floor and lean his back against the couch, but now Chase had snapped to a new kind of attention. Chase looked at how the Host's cheeks were a light pink, and how one of his arms now lightly covered his tummy....and how his reply was a lot less measured than his normal speech.
'Y-Yes......you ah.....only took the Host off guard.....'
The Host cleared his throat softly as he bowed his head, his hand absently rubbing his tummy; the Host was trying to project a relaxed, calm demeanour. Internally however, he was filled with embarrassed butterflies, wondering what would happen next. Chase meanwhile, grinned and donned his dramatic tone again.
'The Host.....taken off guard? Why this is unheard of! The Jims would certainly lap this up, my goodness.....'
The Host grinned, resting his forehead on his hand as he shook his head with light exasperation again; Chase kept talking, his grin getting wider......oh he knew exactly how to get the Host outside now.
'They would! It was quite the reaction.....it seems you've ah.....got a weak spot at your tummy, haven't you?'
Just when the Host thought.....that he'd perhaps gotten away with it. He froze at Chase's words, and the atmosphere around them both seemed to fizzle with tension and anticipation. Chase was smirking broadly, waiting with excitement to see what the Host would do. When the Host did act, Chase merely cackled. After a few moments of careful deliberation....the Host could only come up with one sensible action.....to bolt and try to crawl away from Chase on his hands and knees.
'Ohoho, trying to escape? This will be fun!'
The Host felt a chill go down his spine as he tried to escape Chase's reach, at the very least, but he wasn't fast enough. The flush on his cheeks darkened when an arm hooked itself round his waist and tugged him back, right into Chase's chest so the smirking man could hug him close. Trapping him. The Host could feel his heart beating faster, and his tummy was already tingling as he felt Chase's hands start to roam under his shirt to find his bare skin; his voice was a mix of stammers and stutters.
'Chase, y-you do n-not need t-to do this t-to the Host!'
Chase grinned, simply finding the Host's fragmented speech utterly adorable; and it only made him want to persist. Especially since this was the most perfect opportunity.....to exact his revenge.
'Actually.....given what I had to endure a little while ago, I think this is the least that the Host deserves....'
Chase had let his voice dim into a teasing whisper, and the Host shivered as he realised that there was no way he could get out of this.....Chase was too resolute. Then, it began. The Host felt himself smile as titters and deep giggles bubbled from him rapidly. Chase's fingers had found his tummy and were scratching the soft skin experimentally, making the Host squirm and try to curl up.
'N-Nonononohoho! D-Dehesist thihihis Chahahase!'
Chase was in awe at the Host's wild giggling as he kept scratching, playing with his tummy and the dips of his sides too. He smirked and softly buried his face in the crook of the Host's neck, affectionately nuzzling which made the Host's blush actually creep down his neck; especially when the teases kept coming.
'Oh I don't think so! Do really think I'm gonna pass up the opportunity to tickle you to smithereens?'
The Host's giggles were laden with squeaks as he weakly tried to push at Chase's arms and hands, but the treatment at his nerves just made his muscles not want to work anymore. On top of that, hearing Chase's voice purr so smoothly in his ear just.....embarrassed him beyond belief. He just couldn't stop smiling and blushing as Chase's devious fingertips continued their work.
'Y-Yohohou d-dohon't neheed toho! Yohou don't you dohohon't!'
The Host insisted, making Chase chuckle as he replied.
'Mmm.....perhaps if you were to come outside with me I could have mercy on you.....'
The Host giggled loudly, but shook his head without hesitation. Internally, he was convincing himself that the only way to maintain his pride was to show Chase that he was resilient and that he could take anything he dished out. At least, that was the reason the Host gave himself for basically asking for more tickling.
'Nohoho! Noho wahay!'
The Host exclaimed, now gasping and bucking a little when Chase absently traced his waistline. At his defiance, Chase raised an eyebrow.....but then giggled and cooed.
'Mm....actually I'm glad you're defiant right now, I don't think I want to stop tickling you juuuust yet....'
The Host shivered as he arched his back, his cheeks now a solid crimson as he felt Chase's mischief and excitement come off of him in waves. But then, the Host felt his heart almost stop; one of Chase's fingers had found the rim of his navel.
'OHGOD-Ch-Chahase p-plehease oho gohod please.....'
Chase was amazed. The Host had not only been reduced to letting out soft, weak whimpers....but he was begging. Chase didn't let it distract him though. He tightened his embrace around the Host as he traced the man's bellybutton, adoring how the Host tensed and whined in anticipation; the Host felt like electricity was coursing through him. This was such a goddamn bad spot.
'Please? Please what Hosty?'
The Host couldn't bring himself to answer, he could only focus on the sensation as he tilted his face away.....he was too flustered to do anything coherent. So, as anyone would, Chase decided to torment the Host more. Chase gasped dramatically as he spoke.
'OH! I understand! You're ASKING me to tickle you there! Oh silly me.....'
The Host squealed. Then screeched. Then descended into rambunctious laughter. Chase snickered as he let his finger dip in and burrow into the sensitive spot, his blunt nail scratching and making the Host writhe in ticklish agony.
'AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!! Y-YOHOHOU'RE WROHOHOHONG PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!'
The Host could only cry out in vain as his body jerked about, trying in any way to escape that wiggling digit of torture. Chase kept that up as he took a moment to observe the Host. His smile was so wide and bright, like his cheeks which hadn't cooled down even for a second since the whole thing started. Chase couldn't deny that he felt the best satisfaction from getting the Host back after what he did to him.....however....in of itself, the Host was really fun to tickle. Chase racked his brains, wondering how he could embarrass the Host even more, if that was possible at this point. But then....he smiled.....remembering old tickle fights with his kids.....how he used to talk to them. Hmm.....it was worth a shot.
'I don't think so! I think you love it when I tease and scratch it, yes you do yes you do! Coochie coochie coo!'
Chase let his voice go to a higher pitch, making it all childish and goofy as he initiated the most important fatherly skill of them all. The Embarrassing Baby Talk. And I can assure you, it had the most wondrous effect. The Host writhed more as his mouth dropped open, and he hurriedly had to cover his face with his hands as he wailed.....it was like there were sparks coursing through him. up and down his spine, arms, legs, torso, neck, everywhere. It was diabolical.
'NAHAHAHA D-DOHOHON'T T-TAHAHALK LIHIHIKE THAHAHAT!!'
Chase couldn't have been happier. Seeing the Host try and hide away from the teasing was just too damn cute, who'd have thought he'd be broken by a little bit of goofiness? Chase chuckled, deciding to unleash some nibbles up and down the Host's neck as he taunted.
'Awww but why? Can ickle Hosty not take iiiit?'
The Host shrieked and laughed bubbily, the combination of sensations almost driving him crazy.
'NOHOHOHOOOOOO!!'
Chase didn't let up, not for a second. However, despite Chase's diabolical streak in this situation, he still didn't want to go overboard; with the height of the Host's thrashing, he decided to loosen his grip a little so there wasn't a risk of accidental injury. What Chase didn't bank on though, was the Host suddenly shoving his elbows behind him so they rubbed Chase's ribs; Chase jumped and was so taken aback that his grip failed him. The Host tumbled forward breathlessly, giggling residually as he tried to let his mind process the fact that he was free. Chase meanwhile was rubbing away a few tingles at his ribs....then he narrowed his eyes at the Host's giggly form, watching as the man started to move to get up. Chase Brody was NOT going to have that.
'Forget the sun....you're going to wish you hadn't vexed ME!'
The Host froze......oops. He yelped when he suddenly felt two hands latch strongly onto his ankles, and he smiled nervously and shook his head as he felt himself being dragged back towards Chase on his front.
'No! L-Let the Host go! L-Lehet th-the Hohost go rihight now!'
Chase smirked at how little, anticipatory giggles bounced from the Host's lips. He tugged, watching amusedly as the Host tried to claw at the carpet to try and crawl away, but it was all in vain. Soon enough, Chase had the Host's feet sole up, ankles trapped between his legs.....and entirely vulnerable. Then Chase went over the Host's words, and slyly replied.
'Why don't you let yourself go? You didn't have any problems using your powers last time.'
Chase waited....and waited.....but he got no reply from the lightly shivering man. The Host was utterly speechless with embarrassment, he couldn't reply.....he didn't know how. Chase was patient though, another one of his fatherly virtues. The Host's breathing was soft and gentle as he tried to compose himself and.....speak. Unfortunately, he knew that whatever he said would lead to more embarrassment; so the Host accepted it, he had nothing left to lose now.
'It......wouldn't be fair....'
Chase was smirking. Utterly smirking. He chuckled softly, glancing to the Host's feet where he now let his fingers walk from the Host's heels down his soles; he was merely scraping the soft skin, teasing it as he purred.
'Well now that IS considerate of you.....funny how you were quite the opposite last time....'
The Host couldn't hold back his whimpers and squeaks, even though he tried to muffle himself by pressing his face into the carpet. The little scratches at his heels, the long drags down his soles that made him arch his back, the single fingers stroking his inner arches; it was all just unbearable. The Host was truly speechless now. Chase decided to casually speak.
'Don't worry if you can't reply bud, you just giggle away down there for as loooong as you need! I'll get you outside eventually.....'
Now, at that point, the Host had surpassed the stage of speechlessness and had descended into babbling mode. No third person speech, no pauses for breath, no language filter. Nothing. And Chase basked in it.
'Plehehease p-plehease Chahase I-I c-cahan't ohofuhuck Ihi c-can't....'
Chase malevolently grinned, unleashing his finale as his fingertips scampered up and dug underneath the man's wriggling toes, making the Host squeal as Chase replied with mock ignorance lacing his tone.
'Can't what? C'mon Hosty.....I know you can saaay iiiit!'
That was all it took. Those words and those scribbles made the Host cry out, tugging at his feet as he bashed his fists on the floor; he grin was very nearly mad, as was his shrill, desperate voice.
'OHOKAHAY!! IHI'LL GOHO OHOUTSIDE IWILLIWIHILL!! PLEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHOHOOOORE!!!'
Chase smirked with an immense, smug satisfaction as he relinquished his tickle torture. He released the Host's ankles and giggled when the Host hurriedly curled up into a breathless, blushing ball of shivering sensitivity. His mind was racing as he scrunched up his feet and toes, rubbing his tummy as his muscles gradually let themselves un-tense. He didn't stop smiling though. He couldn't stop.....and he didn't want to. The Host managed to gauge his surroundings properly, and was internally grateful at how....patient Chase was. Chase was grinning as he looked over the Host, mostly with amusement, but also with care since the Host's recovery was very important to him. After a few moments, when the Host had sat up and started hugging his legs to his chest, Chase sniggered.
'God, all of that just to try and avoid going outside! You must really love be-ahem, hate the sun-'
'Shut up....'
Chase giggled, eyes glinting and dancing with joy as the Host's pink cheeks persisted. He got up and extended his hand down to the Host.
'C'mon you, time to show that exploding star who's boss.'
The Host chuckled softly, shaking his head as he accepted the helping hand. They were both stood now, and Chase turned to lead the way out, before the Host suddenly spoke.
'Before we depart.....'
Chase was about to turn round curiously, but then he shrieked and jumped when he felt something cold being stuffed down the back of his t-shirt. He writhed as he stood, jumping to try and get it out.....and when he did, he held it in his hand and growled. It was the Host's cold rag. He turned to the Host, who flashed him a grin before darting out of the library at a shocking speed. Chase smirked and sprinted after him.
'HOST YOU ARE SO DEAD!'
Let me tell you, the sound and sight of two grown men running about, laughing and being playful.....is pretty damn cute. It may have taken a little while to get to that moment, but when the others saw them both burst out onto the roof, smiling wide.....they all agreed it was a joy worth waiting for.
YYYEEEETTTT FIC DOOONE I HOPE YA LIKE IT WHOOOP LUV YOUS! XX
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