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as someone with tourette’s syndrome and swears/slurs (coprolalia) as some of my most common verbal tics it’s not ableist for people to want/expect an apology when someone says a slur no matter the intention. i have a few slurs as tics and even if they’re ones i can reclaim i still apologize because it’s uncomfortable if not straight up triggering to hear slurs that you have been called before.

you can acknowledge john davidson didn’t intentionally call michael jordan and delroy lindo the n word (with a hard r no less) while still recognizing it was offensive, shocking, and uncomfortable or triggering to have a slur yelled at them.

michael b jordan and delroy lindo have every right to be uncomfortable, angry, or feel any way about what happened. a slur was yelled at them end of story. no matter intention or purpose they were called the n word. john davidson has apologized privately to michael jordan and delroy lindo and they do not need to accept that apology even tho john davidson did not say the slur on purpose.

also, i would like to stress that people with tourette’s cannot control what we tic, and it is not our “secret thoughts” or things “in our vocabulary” like what i’ve seen a lot of people saying recently. tourette’s is not a moral failing it is a neurological disorder. john davidson did not call michael jordan, delroy lindo, or any of the black people he interacted with that night the n word on purpose or because it’s “what he was thinking” it was an involuntary action caused by a disability.

all of that aside tho, no one should be upset to the point of racism or ableism because of what happened, and should instead be furious at the BAFTAs/BBC for their handling of the situation. BBC told john davidson that any swears or slurs said would be edited out before release. this wasn’t live broadcast, it was prerecorded. they edited out someone saying “free palestine” but not a disabled man yelling a slur? john davidson had a mic put near him. this was for publicity and nothing more and it is truly disgusting that two minority groups are catching the heat for this instead of the big corporation who was in control of the event.

tldr: BBC deserves the backlash for the BAFTA incident not a man with tourette’s or the black men who had a slur yelled at them. this still doesn’t mean john davidson didn’t need to apologize to michael jordan or delroy lindo for saying a slur to them.

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tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

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I love you too?

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love you :D

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idk if anyone has been sending me asks but if y'all have I haven't gotten them D: tumblr says i have 4 asks but i can't see any of them im sorry if anyones sent me an ask and i haven't responded!!

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grunkle ford's totally scientific solution to anxiety

shoutout to @thefallenangel2008 for letting me use her prompt!! :D

cw: anxiety & panic attacks, light hurt/comfort

word count: 2585

It was a secret to no one that Dipper Pines was anxious. Anyone who had met the almost teen could tell how much anxiety he dealt with on a day to day basis. How he overthought every word he said, every move he made, even how he breathed, trying desperately to make a good impression on anyone he met. The idea of screwing up any interaction terrified him, frequently leading Dipper to spiral into a panic attack. 

Dipper had tried anything and everything to help manage his anxiety, but nothing ever seemed to work. Taking deep breaths, the 54321 method, journaling, walking through nature, etc., and none of it ever worked. He just learned to live with it. 

But of course, just when Dipper thought his anxiety had finally become manageable, something had to throw a wrench in that and screw it up for him. 

Now, this wasn’t a bad wrench, quite the opposite, actually. Dipper had another great uncle. Not just any great uncle, no, the author of the journals. The mythical hero he had so many questions to ask if he ever had the chance. The hero he thought he’d never get to meet, just to find out he was related to the author of the journals. And he was so much cooler than he could have ever imagined!

Dipper’s anxiety was working overtime, not wanting to make himself look like an idiot in front of his idol. Just when he had gotten comfortable around his Grunkle Stan and had started to form a bond with him, helping his anxiety lessen at home, he started living with his hero. Now, even at home, he was overthinking everything he did, wanting to impress his Great Uncle Ford with how ‘grown’ he was for his age. 

Everything had been going perfectly. Dipper hadn’t made a fool of himself in front of his hero yet, and he hadn’t planned on starting now. But alas, the universe had other plans. 

Dipper had been rereading the third journal for what felt like the 100th time when Ford had come into his and Mabel’s shared room, asking if he wanted to help with his latest experiment. He immediately agreed, excited for a chance to prove himself to his great uncle. It was a relatively simple experiment; they were going to find two different anomalies in the forest and see how they interacted. 

Studying all the anomalies in the strange town of Gravity Falls had been one of Dipper’s favorite pastimes of that summer. He was so excited to learn more about the weirdness of the town and have a chance to impress his great uncle! This had been the opportunity Dipper had been waiting for! 

After getting the supplies they needed from the lab, Ford and Dipper began their journey into the woods. 

During the walk, pleasant, mindless conversation filled the air. Dipper and Ford had been talking about what creatures they were hoping to find for the experiment when suddenly a loud noise filled the air. 

Ford immediately pulled his great nephew behind him, grabbing his gun as he did so. Simultaneously, Dipper frantically searched for the source of the noise, reaching for the third journal to look for anything that could explain the commotion. 

“What was that?!” Dipper yelled in a panic. He still hadn’t found the source of the sound or an explanation in the journal. The noise hadn’t repeated itself, but the ground was rumbling beneath both their feet, growing stronger by the second. 

Ford yelled, “I’m not sure, I can’t see anything. Stay behind me!,” pulling his great nephew further behind him to shield him from whatever was coming towards them. 

“I can’t find anything in the journal about what the noise could be! Great Uncle Ford what do we do?” Dipper asked frantically. 

“Stay calm! Everything will be alright Dipper, just keep calm.”

To his credit, Dipper was trying his best. This was far from his first run in with a dangerous magical creature, but it felt different now that he was with Ford. He felt small and in the way. 

Interrupting Dipper’s self-deprecating train of thought, a giant monster came crashing through the trees where Dipper and Ford were. The two researchers took a moment to look at the creature. It was as tall as the forest, with trees for limbs, and its body was covered in moss. 

A few moments of silence passed before being broken by a yell from Ford. “Steve?!”

“What?! You know that thing?”

“I’ve studied him before, he ate my car and threw a deer at me!” 

“He ate your car?! And threw a deer at you?!” Dipper gawked. 

“Yes, it’s a long story. Watch out!-” Ford cut himself off. The tree monster began to walk towards them, staring intently at Dipper. 

Ford noticed the monster focused on his great nephew and quickly shoved him out of the way. He took a couple steps forward, pointing his gun towards the monster. Ford wasn’t quite sure what to do. Normally he would have reacted much more quickly, fighting the monster or running or anything but his great nephew was there. He could be seriously hurt if he did the wrong thing. Ford had to protect Dipper. 

Meanwhile, Dipper was thinking of what he could do. He hadn’t heard of Steve, he wasn’t in any of the journals he had read, he knew absolutely nothing about this thing in front of him. All Dipper knew was that there was a giant, hostile monster in front of him and his Great Uncle Ford and neither of them were doing anything. Suddenly, he had an idea. A very dumb and reckless idea, but an idea nonetheless, and any plan sounded better than waiting for Steve to act. 

Dipper suddenly ran out in front of Ford, yelling and waving his arms. “Hey, Steve! Come and get me!”

As soon as the words left his mouth he was sprinting as fast as he could. Dipper had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, or really anything at all. The only thought in his mind at that moment was ‘run’. Get this thing away from Great Uncle Ford. 

Dipper kept running for what felt like ages, Steve following close behind, until he made the stupid decision to look behind him. He tripped over a raised tree root, body flying through the air momentarily before crashing painfully on the ground. Dipper quickly rolled over onto his back, pulling himself away from Steve as quickly as he could to avoid being crushed. 

The tree monster roared at the child, angered at being bothered in his home by Dipper and Ford. Steve bent over to pick Dipper up in his rough, bark covered hands before pausing mid motion. Confused, Dipper looked around for what could have caused the creature to stop. 

Behind the tree monster, Dipper saw Ford standing there with his arms still raised, gun in hand pointing at Steve. The creature slowly began leaning forward, falling in Dipper’s direction. Ford quickly ran towards his great nephew, pulling him out of the way only seconds before Steve collapsed onto the ground. 

Both the researchers let out a shaky breath. They took a second to process what had just happened before Ford began speaking. 

“What in the world was that?! You could have been seriously hurt, Dipper! You almost died! You had no idea what that thing was capable of and you antagonized it?! That was incredibly dumb of you to do! If I hadn’t been here to shoot him with a tranquilizer, who knows what could have happened!” 

Ford continued ranting, not noticing his great nephew’s breathing progressively getting more and more shallow and quick. This had been exactly what Dipper had been afraid of! He was just trying to impress his great uncle and get them out of that situation and he made everything worse. Ford was right; Dipper really had almost died. He had to rely on his great uncle to get him out of a situation he had created instead of just listening to him. Ford could have been hurt too! It had been stupid of him to think he could have actually helped Ford instead of getting in the way. He was nothing but a small, pathetic, in the way kid who was nothing but a pest and would never live up to Ford’s legacy and he should have never tried to help and-

“Dipper! Breathe, son. I’m sorry for yelling, that wasn’t acceptable. I- I was just so worried.”

The younger nodded, trying to take deep breaths only for his breathing to quickly  become labored again. Dipper couldn’t breathe, his chest hurt so bad- stupid binder crushing his ribs- he swore his heart was going to pound out of his chest. 

Ford was wracking his brain for anything that could help Dipper. He really hadn’t meant to make his great nephew’s anxiety worse, he was just worried and apparently had a difficult time expressing that. Dipper had almost died in front of him and it would have been all his fault if such a tragedy had happened. 

Suddenly, Ford remembered something from when he was first beginning to live in and research Gravity Falls. For the first few months (realistically the first year) of investigating the odd town Ford had his fair share of panic attacks. Accidentally running into or even purposefully searching for the anomalous creatures was not for the faint of heart. 

Ford quickly reached into the bag full of supplies he had brought with them and rummaged through it, searching for a specific item. After a few moments of frantically moving objects around, he finally found what he was looking for…

His harmonica!

“Dipper, hold this against your mouth.”

“W-what?” 

“Please, just trust me.”

Dipper slowly held a shaky hand out towards Ford. The older gently pressed the harmonica into his great nephew’s hand, smiling at him as he grabbed it. Dipper held it, hand still shaking and breathing still shallow and fast, before bringing it to his mouth. 

The sudden noise made Dipper jump, jerking the small instrument away from him. He had no idea what his great uncle was on about, there was no way he was being serious. Ford had to be messing with him. He definitely fell for another joke at his own expense. Dipper just couldn’t believe Ford would be so cruel after everything they had gone through together-

“Son, please. I know it makes no sense, but I assure you it works.” Ford reassured his great nephew. He couldn’t believe it himself when he had first been told to try. It seemed preposterous but it truly did work. 

After a few moments, Dipper finally gave a small nod. He once again slowly moved the harmonica to his mouth with shaky hands. He jerked away from the sudden, loud noise again before holding the small object there. 

Loud, rapid harmonica noises filled the air, startling Dipper at first, he quickly grew accustomed to them. The harmonica began making short, silly noises in time with his quick breathing. After a few moments of the sounds, Dipper’s breathing turned from short, hollow breaths to more full, controlled breaths before being overtaken by a new sound.. laughter. 

The dark, empty forest quickly went from being filled with anxious thoughts and shallow breathing to light, childlike giggles. Ford let out a sigh of relief. 

“H-hohow did youhuhu figure that ohohout?” Dipper questioned through his laughter. He’d never had anything, or anyone, stop his panic attacks as quickly and effectively as that. 

“Personal experience. You learn to experiment with more than just odd creatures when you live here for long enough.” 

Dipper didn’t respond, continuing to quietly giggle to himself. He held the harmonica to his mouth again, laughter growing louder as the silly sounds returned. 

“C’mon, Giggles. You can continue playing with the harmonica on the way back to the house. I’m not sure how long that tranq dart will last and I’d prefer to not have another run in with Steve.” 

Ford helped Dipper off the ground, quickly checking the boy for any injuries from his fall. Upon not finding anything past a few scrapes, they both began the walk back to their home. 

After a few moments of walking with just Dipper’s giggles and occasional harmonica noises filling the air, he spoke again. “I really am sorry, Great Uncle Ford. I didn’t mean to get us into that mess, I just.. didn’t know what else to do. Seeing you frozen with that monster in front of you, I moved before I could even really think about it! I know I was totally irresponsible and dumb for that, but I’d rather me get hurt than you.”

“No, no- I’m sorry, Dipper. I should never have made you even feel the need to protect me. You’re my great nephew, I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, and yet you saved me today. If you hadn’t acted as quickly as you did, I’m not sure what would have happened. And yes, I would much rather you not put yourself in a life or death situation with a tree monster, but I’m proud of you for thinking so quickly on your feet. You didn’t freeze like I did, and I’m supposed to be the adult researcher here. 

And I definitely should never have spoken to you like that. I.. I was so worried that I wasn’t going to get to you fast enough, or not be able to do anything when I did. I lashed out, and that was unacceptable. I’m so sorry, Dipper.”

“I- thank you, Grunkle Ford.” Dipper responded, eyes welling with tears. His idol was.. proud of him? He had saved both of them?

“Dipper, I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? God, I made you feel worse, didn’t I? I know I’m not the best with words, but I-” Ford began to speak again in a panic, being cut off suddenly by Dipper throwing himself at the older man for a hug. 

Dipper wrapped his arms around his great uncle, crying again. However, this time it was happy tears. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear those words until that moment. 

Ford froze for a second before hugging his great nephew back. He wasn’t the best with children, or a big fan of physical affection, but he’d gladly make an exception for his great nephew. 

After a few more moments of happy tears and sappy hugs, Dipper and Ford continued their walk back. It felt like a new, closer bond had been formed in the forest that day. One more familial and less clinical. 

The walk back to the Mystery Shack went by quickly, with mindless conversation about anything and everything filling the air. They talked about everything from their favorite characters in Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons to their favorite movies to funny stories about their respective twins. 

By the time the pair returned home, it was almost nighttime. Despite the long day they had, and how exhausted the two were, they spent the night in the living room continuing to talk. Dipper and Ford chatted for hours, only stopping when they both fell asleep on the couch together deep into the night. 

Despite the rough start to it, Dipper and Ford were both grateful for the unexpected opportunity to bond with the other. 

(Plus, the added knowledge of how to stop Dipper’s panic attacks was a bonus.)

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“as a result of president trump’s efforts” DICK RIDERRRRRR DICK RIDER DICK RIDER

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trauma so bad my coping mechanisms have names and pronouns

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Hii are you okay? You’ve stopped posting so abruptly. I hope you’re doing well xx

oh yeah we're okay :) a lot's happened recently so we've just been taking some to adjust to it all(/nav) but thank you for the concern! we're gonna try and get back to posting sometime soon :)

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im gonna try and post the other request ive had for months now tonight sometime im so sorry its taken so long

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the poem of patroclus

im so sorry this isnt a mcyt fic i just kinda lost my hyperfixation for it but i finally got out of my writers block so heres a fic i wrote in 1 hour at 11pm

cw: su*cide, grief, death (let me know if i need to add anymore) 

a/n: guess who finally finished reading the song of achilles and has a hyperfixation on it now?!?!??!?! anyways have achilles’ perspective of patroclus’ death with how i think it would have went :]

word count: 1037

I have been through so much pain in my life. Mentally and physically, I am a warrior after all. Aristos achaion. The best of the Greeks. However, no pain, no title, absolutely nothing could have possibly prepared me for this. The overwhelming pain that consumed my entire being, swallowing me whole, eating away at my smile, my laugh, even my will to live. Especially my will to live.

The pain, no- there was no singular word to describe what I am feeling. The absolute heart wrenching, world ending, all consuming feelings I am drowning in. The feelings that are begging me to let go, to just sink to the bottom and give up. There was no use in fighting anymore. No use in running. The one thing I live for is gone. The love of my life. My first and only love. The last love I would ever have, gone.

Patroclus was really, truly gone.

No one could bring him back. No matter how much I begged, pleaded, or screamed to take his place, nothing. No god or goddess would even listen to my screaming prayers, let alone answer them. They would ignore my agony, my all consuming grief.

Patroclus was really, truly gone.

All this pain, just over a stupid title. My stupid pride. Maybe if I had been less prideful I wouldn’t be feeling the crushing pain I had been feeling for what felt like years. Maybe if I had just continued to fight for Agamemnon, continued to fight for my people, Patroclus would still be here. If I had listened to Phoenix, or Odysseus, or… Patroclus, he would still be here.

It had been my own hubris that caused the love of my life to leave me all too soon. I was blinded by my ego and flown far too close to the sun. Except instead of my wings melting, it had been Patroclus’ wings.

It didn’t seem fair. Patroclus’ life for mine.

Patroclus’ life for my own arrogance.

It should have been my downfall, not Patroclus’.

“He died a hero!” Everyone cried to me. The love of my life died doing what I couldn’t.

Be a hero.

The worst pain (although that didn’t even begin to describe what I was experiencing) I had ever felt, all because of one slight from Agamemnon. The torturous feeling that never seemed to lessen, only grow the longer I go without my other half, all because of my pride. My arrogance. My vanity.

The second half of my soul, missing. I have never felt more empty. All I could do was hold his body. Pretend he’s only sleeping, ready to wake up at any moment.

When I had gotten the news, the only thing I could do was hold him. Hold him before I was gone too. Hold him until we are together again. Until I had the second half of my soul back. Until he had his.

I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t drank, or spoken anything except his name. For hours, possibly days (time went by so slowly without Patroclus by my side, it was hard to keep track anymore) I screamed for him. Screamed until my voice was gone, then continuing. No amount of physical pain would ever compare to the waves of agony that never ceased their motion, crashing down onto me in a never ending cycle. No relief. Only the constant reminder of what I had lost. Of what I had caused to happen.

The only miniscule moments of relief I get are fitful, restless sleeps. Sleeps with nightmares of Patroclus calling out for me, begging for me to save him, only for me to be too late. Of waking up to save him, only to find his corpse next to me, my head on his stomach, covering the wound that killed him.

During my fitful naps, it’s easier to pretend Patroclus is sleeping next to me. That we’re holding each other close, just like we used to do in Chiron’s cave. Gods, I would do anything to go back to those days.

The childish innocence and naivety, the hopefulness, moments so full of love and passion, yet still so inexperienced. Experiencing the world together without the harsh realities having yet struck us. Young, innocent love that we were so certain would last.

I suppose it did last, just not in the way we had hoped. I still loved him as much as I did when we were teens, and I hope he felt the same.

We had spoken so much of our future plans, of what we were going to do together. Our elaborate, unrealistic adventures we would go on together, the fun we would have, the sights we would see, people we would save. All for naught.

Perhaps we could do these things together after death. Be happy together in the afterlife, our ashes mixed together, forever one. We could never be apart again.

Our souls forever combined, forever together, forever unchanging.

With one last sigh I stood up, looking around the tent we had shared for years. A few moments of glancing around in the dimness, I found what I had been looking for. The sword Patroclus had been using while he had died.

My sword. The one I had given him to fight my battles with.

With a shaky sob, I turned the sword around, plunging the blade into my stomach, the same wound he had inflicted onto him because of me. Our last moments would be the same, except his would be remembered as heroic.

I sank to the floor, a smile on my face. We would never be apart again.

*****

As I opened my eyes once again, I smiled upon seeing the Underworld. We were ready to be together again.

Mindlessly wandering around for what felt like hours, I found him sitting on a rock, looking up at the sky.

Patroclus. My second half.

Smile widening beyond what I felt was possible, I sprinted towards him as fast as I could, not bearing being apart for another moment. I finally reached him, tackling him to the ground like when we were kids.

‘Hello, Patroclus. I’ve missed you’

He smiled gently at me, ‘Hello, Achilles. I’ve missed you too.’

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Hey! I have a request/prompt thingy! Kirideku (preferably romantic). Cute pet names? Just a lot of fluff for the sunshine boys!

My Only Sunshine

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope it's okay and semi worth the wait! Also, they're not romantically dating they're in a qpr (queerplatonic relationship)

word count: 889

Kirishima walked into his friend’s dorm, excited to get rare one on one time with the green haired student. “Hey, sunshine! How’s it going?”

"Oh! Hey Kiri, it's going o- wait, huh? Sunshine?” As Izuku registered what Eijirou had called him his face went a bit red, mumbling something too quiet to hear.

“Yeah! Sunshine! You’re okay with me calling you that right?”

“Y-yeah that’s fine…”

Eijirou had a look of concern grow on his face, “You sure? I won’t call you that if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No! You can call me it, it’s just… I don’t know? Embarrassing? Not in a bad way-! More in an ‘I’m not used to it’ kind of way? Ya know?”

The red haired student felt himself die a little inside (in a soft, how is this the cutest thing he’s seen all month kind of way). Kirishima would never understand how he got so lucky to have such an adorable partner.

“Yeah, I get it,” then, with a whisper, he uttered the forbidden word, “sunshine.”

Midoriya squeaked before covering his quickly reddening face with his hands, “Kiriiii!” He whined, quickly laying back on the bed to escape the, as Deku would say, ‘very mean’ red head. He wasn’t used to being called pet names, especially not by a partner.

“Yessss?” Eijirou spoke with a teasing lilt to his voice. As he spoke he moved over to the green haired student, moving slowly as to not alert Izuku of his movements.

The shorter student didn’t respond, remaining unaware of the mischief brewing behind him. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

Too bad said ignorance didn’t last very long.

Kirishima tackled Deku to the side onto the bed, attempting to pin him. The green haired student screeched before fighting back, unintentionally starting a wrestling match on the bed. Izuku shrieked in surprise when the other squeezed his side, “tHAT’S CHEATING-!”

“It’s not cheating if it works!” the red head laughed, continuing to squeeze Deku’s sides. He smiled, laughing a bit when the green haired student squealed before collapsing back onto the bed.

“I gotcha now, sunshine!”

The redhead finally managed to successfully pin the shorter to the bed, smiling to himself when Midoriya wasn’t fighting back that much. Kirishima didn’t want to give up his advantage in this very intense, serious wrestling match, so he did the thing he did best in tickle fights.

He played dirty.

Deku could recognize that look anywhere, looking up at his friend with pleading puppy dog eyes in a fruitless attempt to stop the inevitable. “Wa-wait, hold o-on Kihiri, you dohon’t have to do t-this-!” The green haired student spoke through his nervous giggles.

“I’m sorry, sunshine, but I have to,” Eijirou sighed in faux sympathy, smiling when Izuku’s face once again could be compared to a tomato.

And with that, the redhead took a deep breath and murdered his dear, dear friend Midoriya Izuku a single raspberry to his stomach.

Midoriya arched his back, crashing back down before he pushed at Kirishima’s head in an attempt to escape the sensations. “K-KIRIHIHI- NOHOHAHA-!” All that was running through Izuku’s mind at that moment was how insanely unfair his friend was being. Who gives a raspberry with no warning? Was Kiri trying to murder him?!

Eijirou quietly chuckled at the shorters reaction, sitting up once again to look at Midoriya. He smiled down gently at him, taking in Izuku’s flushed cheeks, messed up hair, and sweet residue giggles.

“Eihijiji, thahat was meheahan!”

“Mean? Mean? I’ll show you mean!”

And with that, Kirishima started squeezing Deku’s hips.

At the sensations abruptly shocking his system with no warning or build up, Izuku let out a scream of laughter. He immediately started squirming as much as he could. Although, with a 5’7 teenage boy with enough muscle to hold up three people practically laying on him, he couldn’t exactly wiggle away very far. Or basically at all for that matter. Midoriya could only lay there and take the sensations traveling throughout his body, starting from his worst spot.

“Woahhh, Sunshine, you’re doing the stomps! The stomps of approval!” Kirishima's smile widened at his green haired friend's flustered whine.

After a few more moments of frantic cackling from Midoriya he managed to yell out some pleas for mercy. “KIRIHI! STOHOP! PLEHEAHASE!”

The red haired student obliged and let up, getting off of Deku. He smiled down at him before asking, “You good? Need anything?”

“Noho, I dohon’t need anythihing,” he let out a few stray giggles due to the ghost tingles.

Eijirou chuckled a bit, “You sure? You’re still giggling a lot, are you really that ticklish?”

Deku’s face went bright red again, “No! You’re just mean!”

“Oh really? Mean? You only told me to stop once after a while, you couldn’t have minded too much.” The red haired teen raised his eyebrow as he spoke, looking down at his friend with a slight smirk.

Midoriya didn’t say anything back, just grumpily grumbled in response before cuddling up to Eijirou. The taller one just chuckled again before pulling his friend shorter, playing with his hair to calm him down more. They both sat still, enjoying the calm atmosphere, almost falling asleep. Suddenly, two words broke the peaceful silence, “Thanks, Rocky…” With that, they both fell asleep, wide smiles on both their faces.

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To the people who sent prompts I swear I'm working on them rn-

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request rules

I’m taking requests rn! Rules under cut

-only SFW, no exceptions

-no ships with minors unless the characters are actually dating

-no heavy angst (hurt/comfort is ok tho)

-no su*c*de or other generally triggering things

> if it’s a very small part of the prompt then maybe 

-main fandoms are dream smp/mcyt, haikyuu, my hero academia

-I will write more intense stuff but only if it’s consensual

-it most likely will take me a while to get to but if you think I forgot then please send an ask about it

fandoms

the song of achilles*

little nightmares*

dream smp/mcyt

haikyuu

my hero academia

sanders sides

*most likely to write for

new to writing fandom (won’t be the best characterization)

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Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! (no pressure)

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1. my girlfriends

2. my friends

3. nightmare before christmas

4. drawing

5. genshin (when I'm not hopelessly lost)

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Learn a Lesson

a/n: Titles(derogatory) Hope this isn’t too ooc for them this is my first mcyt fic ive written please be nice/lh

word count: 3155

tw: anxiety? 

“Oh, Ranbooooo!”

Said half enderman squeaked at the sound of Wilbur’s voice echoing throughout the house. He was so screwed, he was so screwed, he was so-

“Found ya!” the brunet popped up behind Ranboo, seemingly out of nowhere. The taller of the two shrieked and jumped away. 

“Uh- sorry I didn’t mean t-” before the half enderman could finish his apology Wilbur cut him off with a poke to his side. At the sudden contact he jumped away again and gently slapped his hand away. 

“Ah-! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do thAT-” 

At the start of another unnecessary apology, Wilbur once again poked his side. “What have I said about apologizing when you don’t need to, Ranboo?”

“...Not to-” he looked down at the ground, worried he actually made Wilbur upset.

WIlbur spoke in a very playful and teasy tone. He wanted to make it obvious he was joking, knowing that the other struggles a bit with discerning between serious and teasy at times. “Exactly, not to. So now I gotta teach you a lesson, Ranboo!”

Upon hearing Wilbur’s tone, Ranboo calmed down a bit. It always helped when someone’s intentions were made more clear to him. That still didn’t stop him getting slightly anxious from anticipation and stammering out apologies to WIlbur.

With each step that Wilbur took towards Ranboo, the latter’s apologies became more and more sprinkled with giggles. 

“Ranboo, Ranboo, Ranboo… how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t. Apologize. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you wanted this! Do you know what I’m gonna do, hmmm?”

The taller recognized that tone all too well, but still denied knowing “N-nohot really. Sorry-”

Wilbur gave Ranboo a pointed look before smirking slightly “Why are you giggling then? If you have absolutely no idea what I’m gonna do, why are you giggling from what I’m assuming is anticipation.” As the brunet spoke he took a few more steps closer to Ranboo, wiggling his fingers in his direction as he did so.

“Uhum- you look funny! W-wait I’m sorry that was rUDE-!”

The younger of the two squeaked as he got picked up and thrown over the older’s shoulder in order to be carried to another room. 

“Wilbur! Let me goooo,” Ranboo whined, not putting up any resistance despite his protesting words. Even though he could probably easily get away because of his height and Wilbur not keeping that tight of a grip on him, he just- didn’t move at all. 

“You know I can’t do that,” he said ‘solemnly’ before squeezing the younger’s knees. He relished in the way Ranboo squealed before lightly kicking his legs. He knows he’s supposed to be an evil ler at that point in time but the kid was far too adorable to make it easy for Wilbur to keep it up. 

After a few more moments of walking Wilbur reached his room and gently placed Ranboo onto the bed. As soon as Ranboo was lying on the bed Wilbur sat on his upper thighs, using his weight to pin the younger down as best as he could. 

With the knowledge that he was stuck until Wilbur decided to let him go, Ranboo’s anticipatory giggles increased in pitch. “Wihilbuhur! I’m sohorry- gehet off-!!”

Wilbur looked down at the other with a slight smile and wiggled his fingers again,  “Ranboooo, I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you!”

Upon hearing the brunet’s teases the half enderman’s face flushed which led to him covering his face. “Shuhut up-! W-wait I’m sorRY-!” he was once again cut off by Wilbur, this time from him poking the taller in the ribs. However, this time he didn’t stop after a single poke.   

“Okay, how about this? Everytime you apologize is another minute I get to tickle you, does that sound fair to you?”

“Whahat?! Noho! Thahat’s meheahan!”

“And you’re being mean to yourself, have we got a deal?”

Ranboo peaked between his fingers to look at Wilbur before quickly covering his eyes again. He was somewhat apprehensive about it, despite knowing that the older would never push him too far. “Uhum…” 

“Okay, wait, new deal. Every time you apologize is still a minute I get to tickle you, but you get to pick the spot. Does that sound better to you?” Despite the tickling being a ‘punishment’ for Ranboo apologizing too much, Wilbur didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable. 

The taller of the two’s genuine concern made Ranboo feel more at ease and calm. He shyly nodded, hands still covering his blushing face.

At the half enderman’s permission, Wilbur’s face lit up before he took on his ‘evil ler’ persona again. “You’re gonna regret giving me permission to do anything I want for… let’s say fifteen minutes. It’s gonna tickle tickle tickle so much.”

“S-stohop sahayihing thahat wohord!”

“What word? Tickle?”

The current lee whined through his laughter “Stohohohop!”

“Ranboo, I asked you a simple question. Should I stop saying tickle?”

“Yehes!” he peeked through his hands to look at Wilbur. 

“But it’s so much fun to say! It’s such a cute word too! C’mon Ranboo say it with me, tickle!”

Said male frantically shook his head in response to Wilbur. “Dohon’t wanna!”

“Oh and I almost forgot to ask! Ranboo, pick a spot!” This was actually one of Wilbur’s favorite things to do with Ranboo, even when he was ‘teaching him a lesson’. Ranboo loved it too, despite how flustering it was for him. 

Through his frantic giggles, he whined an answer out for Wilbur, the problem was that Wilbur was feeling particularly mean that day. He wanted a clear answer from the half enderman. Did he know he was being mean? Yes, absolutely. Did he think Ranboo’s reaction was too adorable to pass up? Also yes.

“Sorry, what was that? Didn’t quite catch it through all your adorable little giggles there.”

The younger one whined once again, “Stohop behihing meheahan!”

“Ranboo. Remember our agreement?”

The taller of the two pouted before once again muttering, “...sihides…”

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” he stopped lightly poking his ribs and instead began to squeeze his sides. Ranboo’s giggles grew a bit louder at the change in spots. 

“Ihit wahas vehery hahard!”

Wilbur continued to squeeze his sides, lightening his touch a bit. “Hmm, what a pity.”

At the feeling of the lighter squeezing the younger’s laughter once again increased in volume. Wilbur knew, and loved, that Ranboo was sensitive to lighter tickles. It tickled the taller of the two a considerable amount more than rougher tickles did and it caused him to let out some of the cutest giggles Wilbur had ever heard. 

“Wihill! Nohoho!” Ranboo kicked his legs out as much as he could under Wilbur’s weight. Which, being completely honest, wasn’t that much despite how long his legs are. Although, because of his height, he could’ve easily gotten away, which Wilbur pointed out. 

“Aww, Ranboo! You’re such a good lee for me! You’re barely even squirming, it’s adorable!” Upon hearing the cooing praises the enderman hybrid whined through his giggles, squirming from side to side more. 

“Nohoho! Wihihill, stohop behihing meheahan!,” Ranboo whined through his giggles, squirming once again, increasing a bit. 

“You know how to get me to stop, Genderman.”

Ranboo grumbled, half from Wilbur being mean and half from confusion. “Gehendehermahan?” 

The older of the two chuckled, “Yeah, Genderman. Anything wrong with that nickname?”

“Ihit’s weheird! Wahaihit, thahat wahas ruhude! Ihim sohorry-!”

WIlbur gave the other a sharp look, although it lost its impact from the soft smile on the brunet’s face. “Aww, c’mon Ranboo! That’s another minute of tickles for ya!” 

“Wahaihit, noho! Wihilbuhur! I dihidn’t meheahan ihit!” the enderman hybrid finally moved his hands from his face, instead going to grab at WIlbur’s hands. At Ranboo grabbing his hands, Wilbur gasped in fake offense. 

“You got another 13 minutes now, Ranboo! Now, pick another spot.”

The half enderman shook his head while giggling “Noho! Dohon’t wahanna!”

Wilbur chuckled quietly. “Ranboo, pick a spot or I will.” Upon hearing this, the younger of the two quickly shook his head and giggled louder. “Buhut thahat’s meheahan! Stohop beheihing meheahan!”

“Then pick a spot! C’mon you can do it Ranboo, I believe in you.”

The half enderman didn’t say anything for a few moments, instead grumbling through his giggles. Something about Wilbur being a bully. After a few moments he quietly giggled out, “Stohomahach?”

Wilbur almost died on the spot. How was this 8’5 half enderman so adorable? 

“Aww, the cutie wants tummy tickles?” the brunet cooed. Wilbur skittered his fingers all over the younger’s belly. Ranboo’s giggles increased in both volume and pitch, much to the delight of Wilbur. The enderman hybrid began actually squirming now, not because he really wanted to but because the sensations were more intense. 

“Wihilby! I cahan’t!”, Ranboo kicked his legs and shook his head, messing up his already messy hair even more. He had a grip on Wilbur’s hands but didn’t make any effort to push them away at all. 

The brunet’s heart melted at the nickname. He almost had to stop to regain his composure because of the adorable sight before him. Wilbur continued scribbling all over Ranboo’s stomach, although applying a bit more pressure. At the change in intensity Ranboo’s giggles turned to laughter. 

“Aww. isn’t that just adorable! A cute little lee that can’t even handle a few tummy tickles~!”

Ranboo’s blush brightened immensely at Wilbur’s teasing. “S-shuhut uhup! Dohon’t sahay thahat wohord!” 

Wilbur gasped in fake offense at Ranboo’s words. “Ranboo, you’re gonna regret that!” Wilbur began to slowly and lightly tracing a circle towards the half enderman’s navel. The closer the brunet got to his navel, the more frantic Ranboo’s giggles got. 

“Wihilby, dohon’t! Pleheahse!”, one of the taller’s worst spots was his navel, a fact that Wilbur knew very well. Despite Ranboo’s protests, his tail was wagging happily. 

“But you’re clearly enjoying this, Ranboo. You can’t lie to me, your tail will give you away!” At the mention of his tail Ranboo’s face flushed even more as he tried to hide the still wagging tail. “Noho, I’m nohot!”

Wilbur hummed in mock agreement, finger still spiraling towards Ranboo’s navel. After a few seconds it reached its intended destination. The brunet’s finger continuously swirled around the enderman hybrid’s navel. Ranboo’s laughter immediately turned hysterical as his squirming increased quite a bit, kicking his legs and squirming from side to side. 

“W-WIHILBUHUR! PLEHEAHASE! NAHAHA!” Ranboo shrieked, grabbing at Wilbur’s hand. This time the enderman hybrid did half heartedly push his hand away while arching his back into the tickles. 

“What’s wrong, Ranboo? Can’t handle the tickly tickly tickles on your belly button?” the brunet teased in a low voice. The younger’s laughter grew higher in pitch, blush spreading to his ears. “NAHAHA! SHUHUT UHUP!”, Ranboo cackled hysterically. “WAHAIHIT, I’M SOH-” the enderman hybrid cut off his own apology. As much as he was enjoying himself he didn’t want another minute of Wilbur being mean. 

Wilbur smiled at Ranboo not finishing his apology, “You’re learning! Looks like this is working, I might just have to do this more often!” The brunet moved from other’s navel to scribbling his nails across Ranboo’s stomach. The younger’s laughter grew a bit quieter at the slightly less intense spot. He stopped squirming as much, not grabbing at Wilbur’s hands anymore, instead once again covering his own face. 

Ranboo giggled something incoherent into his hands. “Mind repeating that?”, Wilbur questioned with a dark and teasing voice. “Yehes, I doho!” the half enderman shook his head. He didn't want to say it again, it was too embarrassing. 

"Oh? And why not? Do you perhaps need a bit of persuasion?", as he spoke, Wilbur once again slowly swirled his finger towards Ranboo’s navel. The younger's eyes widened as he peeked through his fingers at what Wilbur was doing. Ranboo frantically shook his head, giggling out protests. 

“Nohoho! Nohot agahaihin! Wihilby, dohon’t!”, the enderman hybrid withdrew his hands from his face to push at the brunet’s hand that was growing closer to Ranboo’s navel. 

“Better tell me what it is you said then, Ranlee,” Wilbur continued to spiral his finger towards the younger’s navel. His finger was getting faster as he went until he was skimming the very outside of Ranboo’s navel. The half enderman frantically giggled out, “Fihine! Fihihine, I’ll sahay! Juhust dohon’t!”

Wilbur stopped spiraling his finger around the younger’s navel, instead gently tracing along his stomach. Not enough to make Ranboo squirm or laugh, just enough for him to melt and giggle contently. “Well? What was it? I'm eagerly awaiting what you have to say.” The enderman hybrid continued holding onto Wilbur’s hands, fidgeting with the older’s fingers. Ranboo was looking off to the side to avoid looking the other in the eyes. 

“Uhum… cahan I hahave neheck nihibblehes…?” Ranboo slowly glances over to look at Wilbur, looking to see his reaction. 

The brunet was looking down at Ranboo with a wide smile adorning his face, looking very excited. “Aww, of course you can! Now, was that so hard?” Wilbur leaned down towards Ranboo’s neck, listening to the anticipatory, flustered giggles spilling past the younger’s lips. “Yehes, ihit wahas vehery hahard!”, the enderman hybrid was squirming even before the brunet did anything. Wilbur continued to slowly lower his head until it reached Ranboo’s neck. He gently nibbled the younger’s neck, paying attention to the younger’s giggles that were getting increasingly high pitched. 

The enderman hybrid instinctively scrunched his neck up like a turtle in a half hearted attempt to block out the tickly sensations. “Wihilbuhur! Noho!” Ranboo giggled out meaningless protests, batting at Wilbur’s head. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt at all, more like a kitten pawing at something. 

Despite it not hurting Wilbur at all, he still sat up with a faux offended gasp. “Ranboo! You hit me, and I was being nice ⁹too!” 

“I dihidn’t meheahan toho sohoRRY-” the enderman hybrid shrieked. Once again Wilbur cut Ranboo off mid apology, this time with a raspberry. The brunet knew exactly how weak the other was to raspberries, especially on his neck.  Ranboo scrunched his neck up and pushed at the older’s head. In response to the enderman hybrid’s attempt to push him away Wilbur blew another raspberry on the younger’s neck. 

Ranboo squealed before bursting into hysterical laughter, “NAHAHA! WIHILBY, NOHO!” He gripped the sheets in an effort to not hit Wilbur’s head again. 

The older finally had mercy, although not before blowing a few more raspberries on Ranboo’s neck, and sat back up. The enderman hybrid was still giggling from the tickly sensations still present. After a few moments of Ranboo still giggling, Wilbur looked down at the younger and asked, “Ranboo? Are you okay?” genuine concern lacing his voice. The younger continued to giggle for a few more seconds before nodding his head and giggling out a “Yeheah, I’m ohokahay.” 

Wilbur warmly smiled at the enderman hybrid before turning it into a teasing smirk. "Ranboo~ your time still isn't up. So you know what that means! Pick another spot!" 

The younger began giggling in anticipation once again. "Yohouhu choose," Ranboo giggled. He hid his face in his hands, not wanting to see the teasing look on Wilbur’s face. 

"Are you sure you want me to choose Ranboo?" The brunet asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. The enderman hybrid slowly nodded, giggling with anticipation. "Well then, I'll make sure to not disappoint."

Ranboo peeked through his fingers to see what the other was doing. He immediately tensed and began squirming upon seeing where Wilbur’s hands were placed. His hips. 

"W-wait- Wihilbuhur, noho! Nohot there!" 

"Aww, and why not? You said I should choose so I did! I made sure to choose your favorite spot!"

The younger's giggles increased in pitch "S-shuhut up! It's nohot my favorite!"

Wilbur gasped in fake offense "That was rude! Now I definitely gotta go after your hips. Hmmm… I wonder how I should tickle your hips. Maybe I should squeeze them, or maybe I should scribble my nails all over them! I know how much you love that. Or what if I just barely ghosted my wiggly fingers over your extremely ticklish hips until you were begging me to wreck you?" 

Ranboo whined, covering his blushing face. The older teasingly shook his head, "Don’t hide your cute face from me, Ranboo." The taller one shook his head and pressed his hands closer to his face instead. 

The brunet playfully and quietly growled before grabbing Ranboo's hands, pinning them above his head. The younger squeaked, giggles once again increasing in pitch. 

"Stohop being mehean and just do ihit already!" The enderman hybrid’s squirming increased. Wilbur gasped in fake offense, "Me? Mean? If I was mean would I do this?" 

Wilbur quickly let go of Ranboo’s arms and began squeezing the other's hips, relishing in the loud, happy cackles he got in return. 

Ranboo's squirming increased, bucking his hips in a vain (and half-hearted) effort to get Wilbur’s hands away from his hips. Ranboo gripped onto the other's hands and squeezed in order to give himself something to focus on besides the intense feeling of the tickles. 

"WIHILBUHUR! NAHAHA, GEHET AWAHAY!" Ranboo almost screamed in laughter. 

"Aww, now why would I do that? You could push me away if you really wanted to, but you aren't. I wonder why that is…" Wilbur looked at Ranboo with a knowing, teasing grin. 

Ranboo shut his eyes, shaking his head in a vain effort to block out the teasing. "YEHEAH, WOHONDEHER WHY!" He knew he could easily get away- he did have two feet of height on Wilbur- he just didn’t want to. Ranboo was enjoying himself, despite his protests that Wilbur could easily see through. 

As much as Wilbur (and Ranboo) was having fun he could tell the other was reaching his limit. Although the tickles were a ‘punishment’ he didn’t want to push Ranboo too far. Wilbur was sure the other had learned his lesson for now at the very least. He slowed his hands until he was barely moving them against Ranboo’s hips before eventually stopping altogether and withdrawing his hands.

As soon as Wilbur stopped, Ranboo was gasping for breath while continuing to giggle from the ghost tickles still present on his hips. 

“Ranboo, you okay? Need anything?” Wilbur immediately dropped his tough ler act, instead adopting a more caring, brotherly attitude. He gently ran his fingers through Ranboo’s hair in an effort to calm the other down, smiling when Ranboo completely melted at the physical affection. 

Ranboo slightly looked up at Wilbur shyly before muttering “Cuddles? Maybe?” 

Wilbur quietly awwed and whispered hushed praises at how well the other had done and how he was proud of him. At the praise, cuddles, and Wilbur gently playing with his hair Ranboo fell asleep feeling content and safe.