Hai, my name is jasper, i am 19 years old and i am trans ftm - i also have a wonderful partner ! 🥹 i write tk fics, tk headcanons, etc etc, when my requests are open feel free to request one of my fandoms (specified further down!)
minors can interact! + looking for moots !
"why do your fics take so long to create?"
that's simply because 1. i lose motivation very easily due to my AuDHD and 2. when i get into writers block, it normally stays for a really long time - i am also chronically ill (and depressed 😢) so sometimes i have to stay off the internet and such to regulate my body and my emotions.
"why is your spelling so bad?"
i normally dont go over my fics and proofread, but it's simple, my spelling is bad because im a fast typer, that's it.
"why is your grammar so bad?"
i have a hard time wording stuff - therefore causing my grammar to be significantly worse than other people my age 😢.
"when will your requests be open?"
from now (26th may, 2026) i believe in around a months time - maybe 2, around july 20th?? so less than 2 months. 😁
okay that's enough questions, now to get onto my fandoms!
💞 - WILL 100% write for
❤ - it DEPENDS, i might write for it, i might not - due to different reasons (1. im not interested in the fandom anymore or 2. i havent caught up with it yet.)
❤️🩹 - more than likely WONT write for it.
Anime :
my dress up darling - 💞
fairy tail - 💞
one piece - 💞
horimiya - 💞
bluelock - ❤
vanitas no carte - ❤
sasaki and/to miyano - 💞
yuri on ice!! - 💞
haikyuu!! - ❤
heaven official's blessing - 💞
given - 💞
persona 5 - 💞
dramatical murder - 💞
your lie in april - 💞
maid sama - 💞
my hero academia - 💞
demon slayer - 💞
twisted wonderland - 💞
jujutsu kaisen - ❤
death note - 💞
pokemon (only the shows with ash in them sadly, j refuse to watch anything else xx) - 💞
okay so I was in the httyd fandom literally like about five years ago and remembered how much Hiccup is lee material, and when @Amazingmsme sent in a prompt I couldn’t resist. Therefore I have some slightly cringy Hiccstrid (???) because they’re cute and I cannot help myself. This is probably between the first and second movie/ during when the TV show took place based off of my vague memories so oof. Possibly more coming soon because I love Hiccup with my whole heart ohmygod.
Hiccup felt his breath rattle in his chest as he ran through the forest, a smile painfully stretched across his cheeks.. He had to hide. He could hear the trees rustling back and forth as toothless followed him out.
Just as he finally thought he would have a moment to breathe, a thicket of trees and bushes he could crawl into finally coming into view, Hiccup was thrown forward and face first into the dirt.
There was a sigh of relief, and then a hand that appeared in front of his face. Astrid.
She looked confused for a second, then her face eased into a relaxed smile. It only took a few seconds before her face morphed once again into an annoyed frown.
“What are you doing Hiccup? I thought you were an intruder! Honestly I can’t-“
Hiccup pushed himself to his knees before finally accepting her hand up, “Can’t talk right now, gotta run. I’ll explain late-ER!”
Astrid was quick to back away as Toothless finally caught up to the teen, flattening him once again face first into the ground. Both were smiling as they wrestled in their game, Hiccup desperately trying to push the dragon off of him without any luck. She looked around, finding a rock to sit on and watch.
“Buddy wait! Toothless, not while Astrid is here- wait! Waitwaitwait!”
Toothless was nuzzling around Hiccup’s neck, making the brunette throw his head back and forth. However when the dragon moved to where his shirt was riding up all previous struggles seemed like child’s play. His legs were kicking as much as they could underneath his best friend, hands pushing him away to no avail. His laughter bubbly and near constant, making the scene that much entertaining.
Astrid wasn’t completely sure what she was seeing if she were being honest with herself. She had more than one childhood memory resurface at the sight of hiccup sat underneath herself, the twins, or Snotlout, laughing his head off when they played.
She absentmindedly watched the play fight until she could hear her name being cried out for, Hiccup seemed to have given up on playing tough.
“Ahahstrid! Hehelp me plehease!”
Astrid decided to look a bit closer at the duo, it seemed like Toothless managed to worm his way under Hiccup’s baggy shirt, and had taken to exploring the sensitive skin.
Hiccup was still kicking and trying to push his best friend away, but it was obvious that his attempts were quickly losing their coordination and strength. He looked so small and young in the moment, his head thrown back, eyes squinted shut in his laughter. Cheeks pink and his hair a mess from his squirming. If Astrid could have this picture in her memory for the rest of her life she would.
However, the moment would have to come to an end. Hiccup let out a squeal and arched into the dragons mouth before once again begging for Astrid’s help, although she could barely tell what he was saying were words through his light and giddy laughter.
With a whistle and a few claps, Toothless has perked up to look at her, giving his rider a much needed break. The Nightfury made its way over to her, letting Hiccup recuperate and getting some love while they waited for his giggles to die off.
It only took a few minutes before Hiccup was making his way over to the two, his hair looking like a rats nest no matter how much he tried to tame it. His cheeks were still dusted pink when he slumped down next to Astrid’s rock and leaned up against her legs.
“So,” Astrid asked, breaking the silence. “Do you and Toothless play that game a lot?”
She watched as even the tips of his ears that had poked out from his hair blushed a bright red. “I- well, um.”
Astrid laughed, “Don’t worry I won’t let the others know.” She told him, reaching a hand down to flutter around his neck, “I might have to explore this a bit more though.”
Hiccup was quick to scrabble away from the offending fingers, his face glowing in embarrassment. “Well- um, I- it really isn’t anything needing exploration Astrid. So if you wouldn’t mind-“
There was a playful glimmer in Astrid’s eye as she rose from her seat. Toothless was quick to pick up on the shift, the air around them growing tense with anticipation and playfulness. Never one to hold his excitement for long Toothless had circled around Hiccup before nosing him forward, acting as a wall to hold him in place as Astrid stalked towards him.
“Hmm Hiccup, it’s just that you sure seemed to be having a lot of fun. I would hate to deny you something that brings you so much happiness.”
Hiccup couldn’t take his eyes off her hands, slowly rising till they were stretched out in front of her, fingers clawed and ready to attack at a moment’s notice. He felt himself pushing back against Toothless in a desperate attempt to escape, only to find no give from the dragon behind him, traitor.
“Now, you just need to hold still and I’ll be done after I find every little giggle spot you have!”
Without giving a second for her words to register in the boys mind Astrid launched herself forward, hands quickly finding and digging into a prominent set of ribs.
To say that Hiccup screamed would be an understatement, but she wasn’t here for screams, it was the laughter bubbling up after that she wanted. The way that his breath caught for a second after before succumbing to the giggle inducing tingles shooting through his body had her full attention.
His hands quickly found her wrists and latched on. To Astrid’s shock he wasn’t pushing her away, it seemed more like he needed something to hold onto and ground himself. Before she could think too much on the idea, she felt him jump forward into her hands. Without noticing she had moved lower until her hands were around his hips and investigating the dips in the bones.
His head fell backwards and knees buckled as she pressed further, laughter moving from the soft giggles of before to cackles that had him gasping for breath.
Hiccup slowly slid down Toothless until he was barely upright on the ground. Astrid has a feeling she should give him a break, though he hasn’t said a word to stop her yet. That was more information she would pack away to think about later.
Instead she decided there was just one more place she would have to test before she finished their fun.
Her hands moved towards his center and for the first time since she had started she could make out words through Hiccups laughter.
“Nahaha nahat thehere! Ahastrid! Ihie- I cahan’t!”
“Oh, what do you mean you can’t Hiccup, I think you can, you’ve been doing so well so far. Just a little bit longer okay, I’ll stop after this.”
Okay so maybe Astrid was pushing it a little bit, but Hiccup really did look happy like this, and he wasn’t really telling her to stop either, just that his belly was a bad spot. Which aren’t the bad spots the best to go for? She would only do it for a second, just to see, she told herself.
Her hands formed a claw, vibrating into the softness of his stomach.
And oh boy did that gain a reaction.
Astrid didn’t have to force herself to stop, at least not when Hiccup was quick to kick her off of him.
She held her stomach for a second as she laid in the dirt, she hadn’t realized Hiccup would have been able to get that much force behind a kick. She looked over to him, he had curled into a ball holding his stomach as his body released the left over giggles.
She couldn’t help herself, laughing right along with him until they were both sitting up and stifling their chuckles.
Oh yeah, she was going to have to investigate that more later on, as for now it would be smart to head back, it wouldn’t be long before curfew. She reached a hand down to help him up, which Hiccup took without hesitation.
They walked side by side, only a few inches separating them as they watched Toothless run through the trees excitedly.
“So, uh, you won’t tell the others right?” Hiccup asked, a hand reached back to scratch at his neck.
She watched a blush dust his cheeks one more time as the sunlight was fading and bumped their shoulder together. “Don’t worry about it, I said I wouldn’t tell them, though I can’t promise I’ll hold them back if they do find out.”
She took off at a jog to catch up with Toothless, the Nightfury still had too much energy to settle down for bed.
“H-hey, wait up! What does that mean Astrid.”
She allowed herself a smile as she turned around to face him, jogging backwards as she called out to him, “Come on, we’ll be late if you don’t hurry!”
“Astrid?”
She turned back around and started to run forward with the dragon.
Warning for some possible spoilers. Nothing super important to the main plot but still, here’s the warning!
A/N: This is my very first P5 piece, I’m excited to share it! I love writing and want to get better at it, so I’m very open to suggestions or comments!
Warning for mild cursing.
Ships: None
Word count: 2,455
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These were the types of mornings that kept him going. The mornings where he didn’t have to shuttle into a cramped subway, only to arrive at his destination and listen to lectures about various topics on which he’d studied before. It was also a time between targets, to play it safe and just wait for another shitty adult to show their true colors so their Palace and Treasure can be claimed by the Phantom Thieves.
These mornings, where Ren could enjoy the peace and tranquility that came with a skillfully made cup of coffee, the smell of curry preparation for the day’s customers, and the sound of Sojiro humming while he worked. These mornings are where he draws that cool and collected mentality required to be the leader of such a talented group of thieves.
He inhaled, taking in all the sensations around him, but was slightly startled by the sound of the bell’s chime, signaling a customer. Perplexed, as the store hadn’t opened yet, he turned to find Futaba wondering into the café. He exhaled and grinned, able to tell right away she’d just woken up: her amber-orange hair was still disheveled from sleep and her eyes were still drowsy looking. Not to mention she strolled in with her slippers and a pair of plush-looking pajama pants, black with green stars printed on them. They suited her.
She slumped up on the stool next to Ren and yawned in place of her usual loud and energetic “Good Morning!” while she rested her head on the bar.
“Well,” Sojiro started, not bothering to hold back a chuckle at the scene, “Look who’s decided to join us among the living.” Though teasing, there was a type of sincerity there that gave away the warmness he felt for his adopted daughter. She groaned groggily in response, pulling her hood up over her head and face.
Another commission for the amazing @wertzunge! I love that we have such similar tastes and experiences with anime lol.
Kagami discovers Kuroko has some fond memories of time spent with his previous partner Aomine. He would much rather this shadow remembers who his new Light is.
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Kagami Taiga has experienced a lot of wild happenings in the past year. Originally planning to just dominate as best he could in his years of high school basketball, who would have thought that going to Seirin High would be like riding a roller coaster in a hurricane? From the coach to his senpai and especially meeting Kuroko Tetsuya, he certainly had to adapt to a lot of new changes both to how he played the game and how he lived in general.
Today had of course been one such day, Kagami innocently out buying some groceries to take back to his apartment, when an all too familiar voice sounded from behind him, making him nearly drop to the floor. “Fancy meeting you here.” The redhead almost leapt multiple feet into the air, spinning in place with a glare. “K-K-Kuroko you little….” What followed was their usual banter, the smaller of the two stating how he’d been following the other boy and even helped put a few things in his basket that were on his list. And so it was that Kagami felt like it would be rude to accept help doing his shopping from a friend and not invite him over for a meal. Kagami was no slouch in the kitchen of course, having had to feed himself for a while, so Kuroko had accepted, the two heading to Kagami’s apartment with his purchased groceries.
Once inside, Kagami turned on some random basketball footage he’d been watching earlier, telling Kuroko to just sit down and relax, though the other boy insisted on helping to move things along quicker. “I shouldn’t be surprised I suppose, with your appetite you’re bound to need a lot of food.” He stated bluntly, earning just a bit of Kagami’s ire. “Eh? Of course I eat this much, maybe if you ate more you’d actually bulk up a bit.” The two bickered almost like a married couple, not like it was too different from how they were all the way up through the Winter Cup.
This has been so long overdue and I really have no excuse other than work and studies. But it’s here now and I hope you enjoy ❤️
Ryuji was expecting some training with his usually calm and collected leader. Though he happened upon some rather sensitive information that he just couldn’t waste. A bright smile was plastered on the blonde’s face as he strode down the street. There was no school today, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the Phantom Thieves were recently able to inch closer to the depths of Mementos. Though he and Morgana didn’t always get along, Ryuji was happy to help his friend, as well as the souls that needed it in the cognitive abyss.
Upon reaching his destination, he opened the door to Le Blanc. The smell of curry and coffee greeted him; they went surprisingly well together. Or maybe it was just becoming familiar. Either way, he always felt a sense of comfort with it.
“Welcome to Le Blan- Oh, it’s just you,” Sojiro turned and commented, no malice in his tone. He offered a father-like grin.
“The kid’s upstairs getting ready, I think. I can get you a cup of coffee or something, on the house for keeping him out of trouble.”
“Not today, Sojiro-san, but thanks! I don’t wanna have your coffee sloshing around during a run, it’s too good for that.” Ryuji replied thankfully. He’d never cared too much for coffee until he had Sojiro’s.
“Eww! A simple “no thank you” would have done the job!” Futaba exclaimed in disgust, emerging from the kitchen, hands wet from washing dishes.
“What do you mean? I’m just sayin’!” Ryuji defended, caught off guard momentarily. He forgot Futaba would work with Sojiro on mornings he and Ren trained together. Ryuji developed a wicked grin. “You’re lucky anyway if the sloshing only happens on the inside!”
Futaba groaned and flicked the water from her hands at him, causing a chuckle from Sojiro.
“Arrgh, hey!”
“Typical for a Numb Skull to be so vulgar!”
“I am not!”
“Ren! Come down here, you have company waiting! And I’m getting a migraine..” Sojiro called, mumbling the last bit as everyone heard shuffling and the sound of someone descending stairs. Futaba, unworried suddenly about her and Ryuji’s debate, shuffled behind the bar and snickered, ducking as Ren appeared, gym bag slung over his shoulder.
I said I wanted to do another Animal Crossing or Dreamlight Valley fic, and ended up with Persona 5 🙃 It’s okay though, I love these two 💕
Warnings: None, other than tickles. But I’m guessing that’s at least one reason you’re here.
“Ryuhohohojiheheh! Stoaoahahpp, I am yoohohohor leader!” Ren tried to scold, but it was awfully hard to appear threatening in a giggle fit like this. The atomic blonde currently had his Joker pinned, using one hand to drill his thumb into a hip and the other hand to scurry across his shaking belly.
“Yeah, leader, all right,” he replied, “leader of cheating! A leader cheater, if you will.” Ren’s giggles reluctantly picked up at the stupidity of the comment.
“What the hell is going on up here?” Sojiro yelled, briskly climbing the stairs to his tenant/adopted son/part-timer’s room. It was quite the sight, and to someone outside of the Phantom Thieves’ circle, might have appeared a bit risque. There was a “GAME OVER: PLAYER ONE WINS!” message across the TV, and a little 3 - 0 counter underneath the text. Two controllers lay forgotten next to the couch where an almost predatorial Ryuji was hunched over a red-faced and giggling Ren.
They hardly acknowledged Sojiro’s appearance, but once Ren saw his frame come into view from the staircase his blush deepened. Ryuji noticed his eyes shift and followed them, immediately upon realization jumping off of Ren and started rambling.
“S-Sojiro-san! This isn’t what it looks like, I swear, I-”
OMG I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR ART AND I DUNNO WHY I DIDNT FOLLOW BEFORE I THOUGHT I DID-JUST ALL YOUR ART IS SO CUTE- AND I HEARD YOU WERE TAKING REQUESTS AGAIN SO I FIGURED MAYBE SOME LEE!MIYA WITH LER REKI OR JOE-YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO IT SO NO PRESSURE BUT YEE- ASIDE FROM THAT YOUR ART STYLE IS REALLY CUTE OKAY BYEEE-
ICWCJCKNKJNJAS TY <3 I always have trouble with muscles but I think we pulled through ( •̀ᴗ•́ )
Summary: sengen christmas collab? sengen christmas collab!!!
Word Count: 7,142
AAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Im so glad I got to work together with the amazing @intheticklecloset <3 it was def a big project BUT WE PULLED THROUGH!!!! merry holidays to all yall and hope everyone has an amazing weekend!!!
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“Do you know what day it is, Senku?” Gen asked at random one afternoon while he, Senku, and a handful of others were taking a well-deserved lunch break.
Senku swallowed his bite of ramen before answering. “December 20.”
Gen paused, nodded, and went back to his own meal. “Figured you’d know.”
“Why does it matter?”
“Well, your birthday is coming up. I wanted to make sure I got the date right.”
Senku peered at him for a long moment. “Nah. I think you already knew the date. You didn’t need me to confirm anything.”
Gen blinked at him, then smirked. “Ooh, look at you, being a detective all of a sudden.”
“So why did you ask?”
“Well, I was just curious…” The mentalist trailed off, averting his eyes. He suddenly seemed hesitant, which only made Senku more curious himself. “I mean, it doesn’t really matter. We’re busy with other, more important things. I can’t ask you to do anything more.”
“More?” Senku inquired, trying to get Gen to come out with it. “What is it, mentalist? I haven’t made you cola in a while, have I? Is that it?”
After a moment Gen sighed and set his bowl in his lap. “It’s not about cola. I just…I was just thinking that Christmas is in a few days.”
Senku nodded. “And?”
“Well…it would be fun to celebrate it, right? Remember the lights you made for that giant tree last year? It was nice. Normal. I just miss normal sometimes. But it doesn’t matter!” Gen perked up suddenly, though Senku could tell he was faking his nonchalance. “Like I said, we’re already crazy busy putting together this next project. Who has time for a holiday break, right?”
Senku opened his mouth to reply, but Gen quickly stood and excused himself, shuffling away from the circle he was in to join another one nearby, huddling around a separate fire with Kohaku and some others.
“Christmas?” Chrome asked after an awkward pause. “I remember him talking about it last year but we never really celebrated it, did we? What is it?”
Senku was silent for a long moment, staring at Gen’s back at the next fire over before turning his gaze to the flames directly before him. His ramen was long forgotten by now. “Christmas was a holiday we celebrated in the old world at this time of year. I like to acknowledge the day itself, but it’s easy for me to forget that some people really love to celebrate the entire season and all of the little things that are part of it.”
Chrome and Kaseki exchanged glances. The old man said, “You know, we can only do so much with all this snow on the ground.”
“And everyone’s been working really hard nonstop for a long time now,” Chrome added. “Maybe it would be a good idea to take a longer break? I’m sure it would help boost morale.”
Senku was nodding in agreement even before they finished speaking. “I ten billion percent agree.” He met their gazes with a smirk, the gears in his head already turning in a new direction. “But I’m afraid we’re still going to have to work if we want Christmas to really feel like Christmas in such a short amount of time.”
Summary: Nagi is searching for something, and Reo can only laugh and endure until he finds it.
A/N: I've been wanting to write a full ReoNagi fic for an AGE, and I finally had this idea spring to mind and ran with it. Enjoy!
Word Count: 1087
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“Nagi! Nagi, stahahahahahahahap!” Reo squealed, twisting to the side as much as he could under the circumstances, which wasn’t much at all. His wrists were locked together in a surprisingly firm grip, and the weight on his hips meant he wasn’t going anywhere fast. He could squirm, but it didn’t alleviate the sensations wracking his body, lighting up his nervous system like gas on a flame.
Nagi, for his part, remained impassive as he dug the fingers of his free hand into Reo’s ribs, starting from the top and working his way down, pressing into each one like he was looking for something. It was driving his friend insane.
“Ahahahahahahaha, plehehehehehehease! Why are you dohohohohohohohoing this?!” Try as he might, Reo couldn’t think of anything he could have done to make Nagi annoyed enough with him to actually get up off his butt and do something. The fact that he’d abandoned his games the instant Reo walked through the door spoke volumes, but about what, the violet-haired boy had no idea.
“Where is it?” Nagi muttered, starting over at the top of his ribs again, pressing meticulously, drawing another squeal out of his victim.
“Whehehehehehere is whahahahahahat? I dohohohohohon’t hahahahahahave anything!” Reo pleaded, then jerked and twisted again with a louder shout of laughter when Nagi pulled his arms up higher and went for his armpit. “Nahahahahahahahahahagi!”
Nagi hummed, seeming almost clinical in his ministrations as he murmured, “Not there. Maybe here?” He tried Reo’s neck, but when it didn’t get a bigger reaction out of him, he darted back to his armpit. “But I could have sworn it was here.”
Reo was incredibly confused, but his growing desperation to escape whatever mess he’d found himself in was outweighing everything else. “Whahahahahahahat ahahahahahahahare you looking fohohohohor?! I dihihihihihihidn’t tahahahahahake anything – Nahahahahahahagi!”
“Hmm.” Nagi’s brow furrowed in concentration as he dragged a fingernail down Reo’s spine. He didn’t even seem to hear his friend’s pleas, which only made Reo crazier. “Nah, it can’t be here.”
“Plehehehehehhease, Nagi!” Reo cried, gasping and giggling helplessly when fingers began to skitter up and down his side next. “Whahahahahahat dohohohohoho you wahahahahahahant? Just tehehehehehehell me!”
Finally, Nagi made eye contact. “I’m looking for the real you.”
…huh?!
“Ahahahahahahaha! Whahahahahahat do you mehehehehehean? I’m rihihihhihihight here!” Reo snorted when Nagi suddenly darted around to his belly, tugging at his trapped arms uselessly. His inability to dislodge his friend was driving him to the brink of insanity. It wasn’t harsh tickling, but it still made him desperate.
“No, you’re not.”
“Nahahahahahahahagi!”
“You’re still the Chameleon right now.” Nagi lifted himself from his straddle just enough to dig into Reo’s waistline. “I want the real you back.”
Reo spasmed and barked out a laugh that sounded more like a duck quacking, using his slightly freed state to try and kick his way to freedom. “I dohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohow what you’re tahahahahahalking about! I’m ohohohohohohonly the Chameheheheheheleon when I’m plahahahahaying soccer – shit, fuck!”
Nagi had plopped himself onto Reo’s thighs now, struggling to keep his grip on his friend’s wrists as he dug into his waist again. When Reo let out a distressed wail, his eyes lit up. “Is it here?”
Reo was doomed. He only had one chance – beg for his very life.
“Please, I’m nohohohot a Chameleon right now, I’m juhuhuhust me – just Reo!”
Nagi finally released his wrists…
…only to plunge all ten of his fingers into the squishy flesh of Reo’s waistline.
Reo tossed his head back and howled. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT NAGI!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I’M JUHUHUHUHUHUST ME!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”
Nagi only grunted in frustration, undeterred by Reo’s flailing arms clawing at him. “Not quite…where is it…?”
Reo had no idea what Nagi was looking for, but he hoped to god he found it soon, because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He couldn’t remember if his friend had ever pinned him and tickled him like this – he was usually too lazy to be bothered. He had no idea the white-haired boy could be such a tickle monster.
Then Nagi shifted his hands again so he was gripping his hips, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh near his thighs, and Reo’s vision went black as he squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving with helpless laughter, hands gripping Nagi’s arms with desperation as he weakly dug his heels into the ground, gradually going silent with hysterics.
“There it is,” Nagi said, though Reo could barely hear him. “There’s the real you.”
Reo gasped in a breath, then immediately expelled it in the loudest, most uncontrolled laughter he’d ever let loose in his life, the sensations in his hips rocketing through his whole body and making him feel more alive and more desperate than he had in ages.
“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK, NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGI!!” he screamed, digging his nails into his friend’s arms. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! I’M ME, I’M ME, I SWEAR – PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!”
Nagi did stop, but otherwise didn’t move as Reo collapsed beneath him, gasping for breath so hard he coughed a little, mirthful tears brimming in his eyes. He slowly blinked back to reality and glanced up at his friend, who was looking annoyingly proud of himself.
“W-What…the hell was that?” Reo wheezed.
“I knew if I found a bad spot I’d be able to make you drop the mask you’ve been wearing lately,” Nagi replied, shrugging as though it were no big deal. “I missed my friend, that’s all.”
Reo stared incredulously at him. “So you thought tickling me into submission was the answer?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
“You…” Reo wanted to call him all kinds of things right now, but suspected the wrong one might send him into another tickle fit, so finally landed – weakly – on, “…jerk.”
Nagi gently pressed his thumbs in again, and immediately Reo was giggling, eyes wide with panic…and maybe something like excitement, too. This was a foreign feeling to him, being entirely at someone else’s mercy, and since that someone was Nagi…
Well, he supposed part of him wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“It’s fun to make you laugh like that, you know,” Nagi said now, and for the first time there was the hint of a smile on his lips, a wicked glint in his eye. “I wanna do it again.”
And Reo must have been a masochist, because rather than protest or beg for his freedom, he found himself saying, “Fucker.”
And Nagi tickled him so hard and so long he entirely forgot how to be anyone but himself in the first place.
I love this man. I love this character so freaking much.
Hey y'all, it's me! Squiggily! I'm back again with a Windbreaker fic! I was taking to a friend (hey bestie, you know who you are) about an idea I had one random night and boom- here we are! I miss Togame, and I adore Sakura- so this was a fun story to tell! I hope you like it! :D
CW: Swearing
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Summary: Togame gives Sakura some friendly advice on how to play-fight with someone. Naturally he leads by example.
Sakura had observed quite a few fighting styles since his time in Bofurin.
“You son of a BITCH-”
Togame’s grappling style was still an annoying one to deal with.
“Hehe, what’s wrong Sakura? Fight back!” The older boy laughed, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy’s middle and pushing forward. They had run into each other on a random weekend. Banter was exchanged, words drenched in playful challenge, and now they were fighting.
Well, Sakura was trying to fight, anyway. “Stop goofing off and fight for real!”
“Whatcha mean? I am fighting for real. You’re still talking so fast. Slow down, little buddy~” The older of the two grinned, dragging out his words intentionally. Despite that, he moved like water, effortlessly avoiding Sakura’s punches and kicks as he once again grabbed him around the middle. And again, he pushed but didn’t. His moves were more light hugs compared to the force Sakura was used to.
Togame was toying with him.
And it was seriously pissing him off!
“Don’t you little buddy me- what, you're still sleeping off your daily nap?” The bi-colored teen tried to shove Togame away, but then the bastard actually hugged him- wrapping his arms around him tight and half slumping against him. “Why are you so heavy? Get off, you lazy oaf!”
“Pfft- you’re like a cat getting cuddles. I know you like this, you just won’t admit to it.” The comparison had Sakura blushing mad, the truth in Togame’s words even redder. “Hehe, I can see you blushing~”
“Screw this! You wanna go? Fine!” If Togame was insisting on playing, then he’d play! “Take this, asshole!”
“Oh? What are you gonna do-eeh?” The older the two winced when Sakura began scribbling his fingers into his armpits. He tried to mimic what Suo would do, opening and closing his hands repeatedly as he pressed all ten digits against thick layers of fabric. With his arms still wrapped around Sakura’s waist, it was hard for Togame to draw them back in time. “Ow! Ouch! Ow, Sakura hold up!”
“H-Huh?” Immediately the other boy stopped, wide eyed. Shoot, did he do it wrong? Togame had his elbows pressed to his sides, ducked over as he squatted in place. Sakura couldn’t see his face, but his mouth was set in a strained line. “Oh shit, Jo. Dude, are you-”
Togame’s eyes flashed, then Sakura was on the ground. A hand held the back of his head to prevent it from cracking, the other pinning a flailing fist. The older boy grinned lazily from above, snickering at Sakura’s shocked expression.
“You’re too kind, little bud. Thanks for caring about me.” Togame pulled his hand free from beneath Sakura, raising it to eye level and wiggling his fingers. “And sorry in advance. This is gonna tickle.”
“No! Wait! Toga-MEhEHEHE!?” The second Togame’s hand touched down on Sakura’s stomach, it was game over. Turns out for as lazy as he moved, he was a rapid tickler. And a good one at that. “Tooohhoohohgahahahme! Shiihihihihihit! Cohohoohme ohohohon, thihihihis is buuuhuhuhhllshihihihihit! Ehahahahhahhaha, nohohohohoho fahahhahair!”
“I can see why they love tickling you so much back home. You’ve got a cute laugh.” Togame cooed, relishing Sakura’s screeching laughter. “Since I’m not totally a bad guy, let me give you some friendly advice. For starters, I’m not that ticklish. My armpits are actually immune to tickling.”
“Sohohohohoo I nohohohoohticed! Ehahhahahahahaha!” Sakura tried tugging his trapped fist free, but Togame simply tightened his grip. It didn’t hurt, but the gentle reminder that he couldn’t escape had his heart racing like crazy. “Whahahhaahy’d yohoohohu ahahahct liihihike it huhuhuhurt, thehehehehn?”
“I’m getting to that. Secondly, the way you tickle, little dude- it’s painful. You tickle like you’re fighting. That’s not what this is about.” Togame dragged his attacking hand gently from side to side, following Sakura’s flailing torso easily. “It’s about being soft. Gentle. Some dig the rougher life, but me? I’m all about that feather touch.” He cupped his hand along Sakura’s side, pressing his thumb into the small of his waist and making the younger boy squeak. “But you? You seem to dig it. You swing both ways?”
“Whahahahht dohohoohes it mahahahhahatter ihiihihf I dohohohohohoho?”
“Whoa- heavy topic. We’ll circle back to that.” Togame winked- actually winked!- before creeping two fingers up his ribs like he was climbing stairs. “Next piece of advice- you gotta linger on the weak spots. Don’t go straight for the killers. Make your target regret ever challenging you.”
“Whahahhat the hehehell ahahare you gohohoing on- Ehehehehahha! Nohohoh, nohohoh nohohoho dohoohn’t! Dohoohohn’t you dahhahahhare!”
“Also, final piece of advice for ya.” Togame purred, leaning in so he was nose to nose with a breathless Sakura. “Don’t go for your own worst spot on someone else. Major spoiler.”
“TOGAMEHEHE!” Sakura couldn’t even get his name out without laughing, trying desperately to drag his arm down and block out his hand. Unlike Sakura’s attempt, this was soft and nimble- like Togame was playing the piano against his skin. It was terribly ticklish and holy unfair. Sakura hated how much fun he was having.
He writhed. He screamed. He swore up and down. He yelled out something about a plague on Togame’s team- where’d he learn that he hadn’t the foggiest idea. All while laughing hysterically to the point his lungs began to hurt and his vision was blurring with either sweat or tears or both. He was nearing his limits.
And because Togame is a shitty know it all when it came to Sakura- he stopped right on time. Bastard.
“Ehe…hehehe..fuhuhuck you, ahahahss.” Sakura groaned through residue giggles, leaving Togame snickering across from him. He was too tired to sit up, and his stomach hurt like he just did a thousand crunches. Still, there was a lightness with his weary. A traitorous feeling- that safe cozy warmth that came whenever he got into tickle fights with friends.
When did he start viewing Togame as his friend?
“You good, little buddy?” Said man came into view, brow a little creased with worry. “Need a drink?” He held up a ramune- the gesture so in character for him Sakura couldn’t hold back the sputtering laughter bubbling out. “Whoa, you good?”
“Pfft- whehehere’d you keep thahhat thing? Hohohohly shit, JO!” He cackled, head hitting the ground gently as he laughed himself sick. He was clearly delirious- maybe he broke something while getting tickled. His pride? His sanity? He likely snapped. “Whihihihy dohooho yohohou alawhahhahay’s hahahve one? Ehahahhhahaha!”
“I have snacks too.” Togame grinned and Sakura laughed harder. The older boy looked away with barely a concealed smile, then he was giggling just as much. “Stop! Stop, you’re gonna kill me, too!”
“Johohoin me in dehahhath!” Sakura wheezed, and Togame threw his head back with a proper belly laugh. He shook his head as he gently pushed Sakura over, rubbing his back while he coughed and calmed. “Ohooh gohoohhd..sheheheriously- seriously. Where did you even keehep that?”
“I told you- I have snacks. These jackets have pockets.” Togame opened up the flap like he was selling wears, revealing a few sewn in pockets bulging towards the center. “I keep my Ramune in here, along with crackers, chips, chocolate- well, actually Choji ate the chocolate already- but I have..Sakura breathe!”
Sakura covered his mouth to mute his renewed giggles, not entirely sure why the thought of Togame having snacks built in was so funny to him. He really did break his sanity just now. He finally composed himself after a minute, wiping his face and taking the offered Ramune. “Thanks, man.”
“Aww, little bud~” Togame cooed, and Sakura felt his face warm. He huffed as he drank his soda, avoiding eye contact with the other. Then a thought occurred to him.
“Wait- did you hold back because of your snacks?” He squawked, and Togame blinked. “Seriously?”
“No.” The sincerity in Togame’s voice had Sakura faltering. “I held back because we were roughhousing, not actually fighting. I don’t want to actively hurt my friends. Not anymore.”
Friends. So Sakura did start viewing him as one. And Togame the same…
“Of course the whole snack thing is part of it- one time Choji and I got into a rather rude argument- he punched me right in the chip pocket. The chip pocket, Sakura! My shrimp chips? Everywhere! I was finding crumbs for weeks…Sakura?” He tilted his head when the other didn’t look back. “Are you..?”
In response, Sakura punched him in the chest. Right in the chip pocket.
“Ah! Not again!” Togame cried out as the bag popped. He gaped at Sakura’s face. The younger boy recovered enough to smirk boldly at him. “Oh you’re gonna get it now!”
“Bring it, Jo! I’ll attack the crackers next!” He laughed as he was ambushed, tickles renewed and chips raining down from Togame’s chest.
Maybe being friends with Togame wasn't so bad, afterall.
