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yoominki · 3 months
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Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
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A date worth remembering| Zayne x Reader
Collab with @otomiyaa
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A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! We're early for this one but we wrote it in like one day *applause* we love our doctor that much 😍 we hope you guys enjoy it!
Summary: Chocolate? Check. Gift? Check. Food? Check. A clueless boyfriend? Check! All ready for the perfect Valentine's day!
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You felt a little silly. Your cheeks were red and your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you made your way to Akso Hospital. Night had already fallen over Linkon City, but the streets still looked very alive and vibrant. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple holding hands, hugging and even sharing kisses in the middle of the street, causing your already reddened cheeks to get even hotter. 
Flowers, chocolates, balloons and heart-shaped decorations filled the restaurants around. It was that big celebration again: Valentine's day. You couldn't say you'd ever been drawn to that particular celebration. Thousands of other more important things were running through your head most of the time, but... now Valentine's Day didn't feel so foreign to you. 
With your free hand, you covered the silly but huge smile that stretched your lips. On your other hand, you carried a plastic bag with two lunchboxes, food warm and ready to serve; in your bag were two boxes: a heart-shaped one filled with truffles and dark chocolate. The other, a small rectangular box with a pen with a certain doctor's name engraved on it. It was your first time celebrating Valentine's day, you couldn't help but go a bit overboard.
Your voice sounded funny as you checked in at the reception. They had gotten used to you popping in unannounced, being Dr. Zayne’s partner. You were allowed access and made your way by yourself to his office. You couldn’t wait to see his response… Giggling and humming to yourself, you ended up in front of his door, and you breathed in. 
“Alright then,” you whispered, raising your hand to knock on the door. Right at that moment, the timing magical and so funny, the door opened and Zayne showed up. He looked at you and your raised hand, and then moved back into his office.
“Great timing. I was about to go catch some lunch.” He walked back inside, letting you stumble in with your luggage. You were used to your boyfriend being such an ice queen. 
“You? Lunch, at a regular time?” you asked. 
Zayne shrugged. “I remember a certain someone promising me to eat lunch normally if I did too, so I’ve got to set an example,” he said kindly. You smiled and put the bags down beside his desk.
“Well, good thing I planned my visit just right then. I have something for you, of course,” you said, reaching inside the bag and taking out the chocolates first. You handed the box to him, and he accepted it with a frown on his face.
“Thank you? You know I don't usually eat sweets, but thank you for choosing dark chocolate..." Zayne said, turning the box over and carefully reading the ingredients label. “However, is there any particular reason why you're giving me this? … Is it my birthday? Isn't it during summer?” 
You blinked a couple of times, staring at him. He actually looked confused, his eyes looking at the box carefully and then turning to look at your eyes. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his expression. You expected nothing less from Zayne, he obviously wasn't going to remember that today was Valentine's Day - it really would have been surprising if he had remembered. 
“What is so funny?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he opened the box to take a chocolate.
You giggled, cleaning a gleeful tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Zayne… I'm really hurt.”
That caught his attention. He quickly raised his head and looked at you with slightly widened eyes. You weren't upset that he had forgotten, you expected that to happen, but that didn't mean you couldn't act a little offended, right? 
“Did I do something?” 
“Do you know what day it is, Dr. Zayne?” you asked playfully. 
“It’s Wednesday.”
“Date?”
“February 14th,” he said, and you could see his facial expression change as he said it. He wasn’t that stupid.
“Oh.” 
He turned his head, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed. He was so cute. You strode towards him and grabbed the chocolate box that was still in his hands.
“You are in a relationship with me, and forgot about Valentine’s Day?” you asked him teasingly. He put only a little bit of effort in keeping the chocolate box as a shield in front of himself, but you managed to take it away and put it on his desk as you dragged a chair to sit beside him. 
“I was busy,” Zayne explained.
“So was I,” you hummed. “Mission after mission, but looking forward to this day,” you said, rubbing his stomach fondly through his doctor's suit. Zayne shuddered and caught your hand.
“Don’t,” he warned, but you continued to wiggle your fingers. 
“Don’t what?” 
There was no way he would say it, but the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks only made you feel more playful. Your mind convinced you that he needed to be lovingly punished for his cute mistake. Leaning in closer to him, noses almost touching, one of your hands sneakily moved to his side and your fingers gently wiggled against his flank. 
Zayne gasped and he jerked. “You– I am sorry, it r-reheally slipped my m-mihind- stohohop that!” A giggle escaped his lips when he felt soft wiggly fingers on both his sides, climbing up towards his ribs. 
“Hmm? Stop what?” You tease, smiling warmly at him; the corner of his lips trembled, stubbornly trying not to smile. “Why are you so squirmy? After not remembering it is Valentine's day, now you don't want me to be close to you? Don't you think you're being too rude, Dr. Zayne?” 
Zayne shook his head, trying to avoid facing you as he tried to push your hands away from his body, but a squeeze to that tender spot underneath his ribs had him letting out a strangled sound that made you giggle. 
“Oh? Could it be that Dr. Zayne here is ticklish? Or maybe it's just some reflexes?” 
“I’m nohohot - wait ahahah!” He turned and twisted clumsily, positioned awkwardly against his desk while you continued to tickle him. You gasped dramatically.
“You’re not? Were you going to lie to me too, on top of everything else? I’m so hurt,” you said, grinning like an idiot as you continued to observe the sweet expression on his beautiful face. Even from the funniest joke, Zayne wouldn’t ever laugh the way he did right now. Tickling was like magic, so you couldn’t help but find the smallest excuses to make your lover laugh.
“Ahahalright, that’s enough!” Zayne laughed. You cocked your head.
“I don’t understand,” you whined, your hands lowering to dig into his hips, making him jerk and jump adorably.
“I’m sohorry!” he laughed. “I forgohohot!” Zayne laughed. You didn’t even consider tickling him into an apology, but if he was going to be like this anyway…
“Didn’t quite catch that,” you said, pinching his cute hips again. Zayne let out the most adorable little cackle.
“I’m sorry I forgohohot Vahaha-Valentine’s Dahahay!” 
“Are you really sorry, Dr. Zayne?” You grinned, leaning so close to his laughing face. “Don't forget I haven't used my special weapon yet,” you teased, your hands moving behind him, your fingers gliding across his lower back, making Zayne gasp sharply and jump forwards, your noses now definitely touching. 
“I truhuhuly am sohohorry!” He laughed, his arms suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. You blinked in surprise, your hands stopping before you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tightly as he laughed breathlessly against your ear. 
How could you deny him a hug when he was letting you listen to that wonderful sound he could only do? Zayne's laughter was definitely the best gift for any occasion. How could you not forgive him? 
“Did you learn your lesson, Dr. Zayne?” You asked, kissing his shoulder. “I'm sure you won't ever forget about it, hmm?” 
Zayne sighed, finally breathing normally. He nuzzled your neck with his nose and you giggled, pressing yourself closer to him. 
“Even though I was laughing against my will,” he said, playfully biting your neck and making you gasp. “My apologies were sincere. I am also sorry because I didn't get you a present… dinner's on me next time.” 
You hummed, the most ridiculous grin pulling at your lips. “That's okay, Zayne. I kinda knew you wouldn't remember it. I know you that well.”
“...” He leaned back to look at you. “And yet you decided to tickle me?” 
You shrugged your shoulders. “It was your punishment!” 
“I see,” he said, nodding slowly. You held your breath when he gave the most intense stare for a few seconds. He then let go of you and moved towards your bag.
“So did you bring anything else, or will we have chocolate for lunch?” he asked. You breathed out. For a moment you thought he was going into revenge mode.
“There’s lunch of course. A healthy one. Warm.”
“Did you pack it well? I hope it didn’t get cold,” Zayne said. You nodded proudly.
“The way I pack it, it never gets cold,” you said. Zayne hummed.
“Good. Then we have a little more time.” Suddenly he had both hands on you, and you jumped up in a wave of surprise and panic as he started to tickle you.
“Hohohold on! Zahahayne!” You tried to make your escape, but he pulled you back. 
Zayne held you firmly against his chest, one arm wrapped around your back, his fingers sneaking under your arm from behind as his other hand clawed at your ribs and then quickly moved to your hips. You laughed against his chest, your cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing your laughter.
“Uhuhunfahahair! UHFAHAHAIR!” You cackle, trying to push him away, but it was useless, he had you trapped. “Why ahahare you tihihickling mehehe?!” 
Zayn chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. “Well, you tickled me first, I guess I'm just returning the favor… you also took away my chocolate. That was mean, don't you think?”
You shook your head, shrieking and laughing as he tickled you mercilessly. How dare he?! He was the one who forgot but he still tickled you?! How was that fair? You wanted to ask him, but you were too busy laughing your head off and the only word that came out of your mouth was his name. 
“Yes, yes,” he said calmly as he lifted your arm a little so he could bury his hand properly under it. “I am right here. You don't need to call me anymore.”
You were blushing so much it felt like your cheeks were on fire. “Plehehease! Nohoho!” you whined tiredly when his fingers wouldn’t let you rest for one second.
“Why not?” Zayne asked, his voice soothing. You shut your eyes and squirmed in his tight embrace.
“It tihihickles,” you laughed, slowly losing strength in your voice and body to protest already. To think you stood the best chances against the strongest Wanderers, yet just a little bit of tickling from Zayne and there was nothing you could do.
“Good.” Zayne’s hand that was tickling your ribs had dropped further down and moved under your clothes where he rubbed your bare tummy lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel blessed and tortured at the same time, relaxing in his hold.
“Shall we have lunch then?” Zayne finally said, slowing down his tickle attack but not entirely stopping it yet. You nodded quickly.
“Y-yehehes,” you giggled. 
“What did you say?” Ah, he even returned your own teases to you, acting as if he didn’t hear it well. 
“Yes!” you squeaked and he chuckled, finally stopping his playful assault. You collapsed against him, breathing heavy and giggling softly. “You're s-soho mehean, Dr. Zayne,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with a little pout. “You truly don't deserve me, I'm too good for you.”
Zayne laughed softly and kissed your rosy cheek. “Yes, yes. I don't deserve you,” he said, rolling his eyes and kissing your forehead. 
“You don't deserve the other gift I have for you either,” you said nonchalantly, slowly moving away to take the lunchboxes out.
Zayn arched an eyebrow and he discreetly looked around, trying to find that other gift. You grinned. 
“Did I make our doctor feel a bit curious?” You teased, placing the lunchbox in front of Zayne, who blushed slightly at your words, but refused to say anything. “You truly don't deserve it, but…,” you said, grabbing your bag and pulling out the little box. “I hope you like this, Zayne.”
Zayne grabbed the box, but he didn't open it immediately. He stared at it, perhaps a little too shy and you smiled warmly. 
“Hey, it's okay, love” you said, placing a loving hand against his thigh. “You can open it. Don't worry about anything! You already gave me a beautiful gift.” He frowned and you playfully poked his ribs, making him gasp. “Your laugh and also your time.”
Zayne stared at you before chuckling softly. “You're so corny.” He opened the box, and he paused for a moment before taking out the pen.
“....That’s…” You hoped you weren’t making him feel burdened, so you quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Do you like it?” you asked. Zayne turned his head and smiled at you. Without answering, he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. Ah, so that was a big yes. You melted into the kiss and whined a little when he pulled apart. 
“I truly don't deserve you,” he said and you giggled, kissing his nose.
“Don't be silly,” you said, feeling your cheeks flushing. “Now, let's eat before our lunch really gets cold! I'm sure you'll love it. It's soooo healthy! It even has-
“Carrots…” 
“Hmm? Oh! I think that's m-mi-ahahaha! No! Nohoho! Wahahait!” 
You could barely get another word out as a very vengeful yet sweet and charming Doctor Zayne renewed his tickly revenge, and you couldn’t help but love him for it. Well… It was definitely a Valentine’s Day with remembering! 
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yoominki · 3 months
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it never fails when i see a post of mine that has gotten around and gotten a lot of attention, then to realize accounts i’ve followed for YEARS - writers, artists, big accounts in the tickle community - have reblogged my post, and i get completely starstruck. like what do you mean this artist/writer/amazing blog just fucking reblogged me?!!? hello!?!
most of these accounts i’ve been “following” even before i made this account, way before i decided to actually join the tickle community up on here. so it always takes me aback, but in a very good way.
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yoominki · 3 months
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yoominki · 3 months
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am i the only one who thinks this line is perfect tickle fic material??
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yoominki · 4 months
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Someone: *barely tickles me*
Me, trying not to get too excited and blow my cover: NO WAIT STOP I HATE YOU GET AWAY
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yoominki · 4 months
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It's ok to want money. It's ok to be upset that you're poor and wishing to be rich. I understand. People who say that money doesn't buy happiness have never eaten pasta every day because it's 50 cents at the grocery store or been short on money for christmas presents. Constantly scraping by makes people miserable and depressed and of course you're gonna dream about money, about being happy and priviledged. That's not greedy or horrible, that's life. It's ok.
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yoominki · 4 months
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WHY IS BELPHIE ALWAYS TICKLING ME- I DIDN’T EVEN MEAN TO DO ANYTHING THIS TIME-
(I don’t know why the audio is so fucked up forgive me)
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yoominki · 4 months
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WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS???
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yoominki · 5 months
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“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”
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yoominki · 6 months
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…part two? [ credits to catcrumb ofc ]
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babie ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა [ cat poem ]
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yoominki · 7 months
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i was at my close friend’s house (i have some mixed romantic feelings about him) and istg he wouldn’t stop tickling me 💀 i honestly haven’t been tickled in so long but i didn’t hate it like i thought i would? i have so many memories of tickling and i despised all of it but i’m now realizing it just wasn’t the right situations
but anyways 🤭 i was basically trapped between him and the couch and wherever i tried getting off the floor he’d go for my armpits. again though, it was fun and he was really gentle 😭 i actually got a video of me tickling him back. he told me he doesn’t laugh when he’s tickled so i proved him wrong by recording it & showing it to him (but then i kept the recording 😶)
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yoominki · 9 months
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my friend had a pool party (with me and like four other people) and for a good minute or so everyone there kept saying “tickle tickle” for no reason. i’m assuming because they thought it was funny? either way i was freaking out
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yoominki · 9 months
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the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired
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yoominki · 9 months
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tickle me because I'm sad and then tickle me more when I smile again because it's just too cute
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yoominki · 9 months
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the cutie patootie urge to delete every post on this account and completely start over ₍^ >ヮ<^₎
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yoominki · 10 months
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yo chill chiLl chILL CHILL I WAS JUST PLAYING
... go on 👀
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