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Oh my gosh can we please see the clip of that wrestling gif you just posted? I wanna hear your reactions when he tricked you and pinned you down like that

okay okay just for you anon, i’m adding captions rn 🤣 keep an eye out in the next few mins!! spoiler alert: it’s pretty fucking funny and i was simply aghast hahahaha

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Day 30: Caught

SCP-049 and SCP-999 get to have yet another playdate together! They are watched by Dr. Itkin, and things go relatively smoothly compared to the last visit.

Part 3 of 049 and the 'Unkillable' Creature. Link to Part 2

049 and 999 are back together again! I hope you enjoy!

SCP-049 waited patiently for SCP-999 to arrive to his room. He had cleaned up his things to prevent 999 from getting at his tools. Their last visit was evidence enough that 999 was too young to handle such sharp tools. The last thing he would want, was for 999 to hurt someone during one of its curious states. SCP-049 brought out a couple toys he had collected for the last while. These toys included a ball, a kids’ keyboard, and a coloring book with crayons. Though he had played with the toys a little bit by himself, he had specifically collected them for SCP-999. “SCP-049?” Someone called. SCP-049 looked up. “999 is here?” 049 asked.

“Yes, he is. Are those toys for 999?” Dr. Itkin asked.

“Yes. SCP-999 is a dog-like creature that resembles the intelligence of a child at 3 years old. I have no doubt that 999 will enjoy these toys.” SCP-049 explained.

“Very well. Sending in 999 now.” Dr. Itkin said as he clicked a button. The door slid open, to reveal 999 sliding through the door frame. “999!” SCP-049 reacted, opening its arms and kneeling down to its level. 999 slid itself past the toys, straight up to 049 to give him a big hug. 049 happily took the hug, and allowed 999 to knock him over onto his backside. “Oof…Hello, 999. It is a pleasure to see you again.” SCP-049 greeted.

999 nuzzled the right side of its face and cheek against 049’s mask. “I missed you too, 999. I missed you a lot.” 049 admitted.

999 opened its eyes and started planting kisses onto SCP-049’s mask.

“Oh? I did not know you give people kisses.” 049 admitted.

999 smiled and looked at 049 with starry eyes. It gurgled happily and wrapped its pseudopods around SCP-049 happily.

“Oh my…” 049 chuckled and hugged 999 back. “I suppose some greeting hugs are required.” SCP-049.

SCP-999 nuzzled its face further into 049’s mask, hoping to tickle the SCP’s neck a little bit. But 999 quickly noticed that the mask lacked the nerves to make him laugh. So, 999 brought out a 3rd pseudopod and moved it through the cloak’s hood.

“What-” 049 widened his eyes under the mask as the pseudopod shoved itself down his hood. “W-Wait! Gahaha! NOHO! Nine-nine-nihihine!” 049 reacted.

999 gurgled happily and closed its eyes, looking almost proud of itself for getting 049 to laugh.

“Nohoho tihicklehehes! Yohohou knohohohow thihihis!” 049 reminded it.

“I hope it helps to know that SCP-999’s favorite activity is tickle-wrestling.” Dr. Itkin told him.

“Ihihi knohohow! Ihit’s kind of obviohohous.” 049 admitted.

“Though, 999 has enjoyed playing with rubber balls.” Dr. Itkin added.

Looking around, 049 reached out for the orange ball that was laying on the ground. He had to fight his inner instincts to try and get the ball, which proved to be somewhat difficult. 049 wasn’t used to being tickled anymore. 999 was the only friend he really had these days.

Finally, 049 touched the ball and gripped the ball with his gloved hands. He waved the ball at 999, hoping to get its attention. “999, look!” 049 declared, shaking the hollow ball.

999 looked at the ball with starry eyes, and let out something similar to an “Ooooh!” sound.

“Doho you want to play with it?” He asked.

SCP-999 clapped its pseudopods together as the third pseudopod removed itself from his hood. SCP-049 let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness…the tickles are over. 049 threw the ball to the other side of the room, and watched as 999 slid across the floor to the ball. The pseudopods caught the ball like a baseball glove, and carried the ball back to 049. Happy with itself, 999 gave it to 049 and did a little bouncy dance.

049 stared at it, surprised to see it react like that. “Is…that your version of a happy dance?” 049 asked it.

999 nodded its head and purred.

SCP-049 chuckled and threw the ball again. “Go get it.” He told it.

999 slid to the ball and caught it with its mouth this time! 999 carried the ball back to 049 like a puppy, and dropped it to the ground.

“Let’s try something different.” 049 decided. “I throw it, and you throw it back to me.” 049 suggested.

999 did a small happy dance as it moved back a little bit. 049 threw the ball to 999, and 999 caught it with its pseudopod again. But this time, 999 threw it overhand back to him. 049 was able to catch it with little issue, and threw it over to 999 again. 999 caught it, and threw it over to 049 once more.

“Whoa!” 049 reacted, catching it in front of his face. “You nearly hit me.” SCP-049 reacted. “A little softer, okay?” 049 asked as he threw it.

999 caught the ball with its body, and took it out using a new pseudopod. Then, 999 threw the ball to 049 slightly roughly.

049 caught the ball again, and threw it slightly above 999, so he could see if 999 would catch it with the pseudopod. But to 049’s surprise, 999 rose itself up and caught it with its gelatin body! The ball floated in the body, looking almost invisible due to the similar color of 999 and the ball.

Then, 999 lifted itself up, and took in a ‘breath’. Suddenly, the ball shot right out of 999, and went flying towards 049!

049 quickly jumped out of the way to save himself from the fastball that had moved his way. He fell to the ground as the ball bounced off the wall, ricocheting, and hitting 999 right in the face! 049 looked up at 999 with shock, worried 999 got hurt. But 999 just sat there…staring off into space with the rubber ball in its cranium. “Oh dear-” 049 ran up and pulled the ball out of 999’s head. “Are you alright?” He asked.

999 looked up at 049, with an innocent little smile on its face. It gurgled happily and stretched itself up, surpassing 049’s height by a long shot. 049 was dumbfounded. What…in the world was 999 doing?!

The creature of jelly suddenly surrounded his body, and engulfed him within its orange body. The only thing that was not engulfed was his head. “Uuhhh…999?” He called.

The creature looked down at 049, with an innocent, but secretly wicked smile on its face. And then…049 began to feel tickly sensations on his belly, neck, ribs, even his feet.

“Uuuhuhuhuh- HeheheHEHEHEHAHA! NIHIHINE-NINE-NIHINE! NOOOHOHOHO!” 049 shouted.

999 just gurgled and cooed, jiggling its large body around playfully as it tickled him.

049’s body flopped around, going from a standing position to a sitting position. His arms and legs were flopping around inside the gelatin-like substance that was SCP-999. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO TICKLIHIHIHIHISH!” 049 yelled at them.

“999, please don’t tickle him for long.” Dr. Itkin ordered.

999 gave the camera something similar to a human’s thumbs up with its pseudopod, before looking at 049 again with that same ‘innocent’ smile.

“WHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAPPENED TO PLAHAHAHAYING BAHAHALL!?” 049 asked, confused.

999 just shrugged its gelatin shoulders.

“It looks to me that SCP-999 just wanted to play something else.” Dr. Itkin mentioned to him. “YEHEHEAH, IHIHI KNOHOHOW THAHAHAHAHAT!” 049 shouted back.

“Now now, there is no need to be snippy with me.” Dr. Itkin told him. “Such behavior is not tolerated here, and there will be disciplinary actions against you if you act out too much.” Dr. Itkin reminded SCP-049.

“OHOKAHAY, OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” He told the doctor.

“Apology accepted. Have fun~” Dr. Itkin teased into the microphone, before a small bit of feedback rang through the room. 049 immediately sensed he knew what this feedback meant: He’s all alone now…being mercilessly tickled by 999. And while this would’ve annoyed him to no end…something in his mind was beginning to shift.

It didn’t help that 999 was now starting to emit comforting smells of bread fresh out of the oven. It smelled heavenly and started to make him feel hungry…but the hunger for such a thing, couldn’t really be satisfied due to the time period he was in. It was…almost a heartbreaking reality for him. Though, he knew 999 didn’t mean to make him sad when he emitted those smells. And truthfully, he really couldn’t be sad right now with all the tickling he was experiencing.

“NINE-NINE-NIHIHINE! THIHIS IHIS CHIHILDIHIHISH! AHAHAHAHAHA- PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!” He begged.

999 must’ve noticed something was off…because 999 stopped the tickles and looked at him with…a worried face?

049 took in deep breaths to recuperate from the laughter fits he had experienced. He looked at 999 with relief, mixed with a little bit of confusion. “Hohow…how did you…” He started to ask.

999 brought 049 up onto a standing position, and let 049 escape from its grasp. When 049 fell out of the orange body, he practically flopped onto the ground in pure exhaustion. It looked like 049 couldn’t keep himself on his feet for very long.

Wanting to apologize to 049 for overdoing it, 999 slid up to him and wrapped its pseudopods around him before nuzzling its cheek into 049’s chest. 049 seemed to appreciate this action. “Th…thank you, 999. Thahanks.” He told the creature.

999 gurgled happily in response and continued to cuddle its tall friend.

“Thank you for your consideration, 999.” Dr. Itkin told the creature. “We will reward you with some candy as a midnight snack.” The doctor told 999.

999 looked over at the snack box, and heard a package of skittles land in the snack box. 999 looked up at the camera, before hanging its ‘head’ for a bit.

After a few minutes of thinking, 999 looked over at the snack box and took out the skittles and…handed 049 the bag…

Wait, what?!

049 looked at 999. “You…want ME…to have the candies?” 049 asked.

999 nodded its ‘head’ and gurgled happily in response.

049 looked down at the skittles, before gently ripping the package open. He pulled a red one out and stared at it. “A…comfit?” 049 asked, mistaking it for a fruit, nut or seed covered in sugar. Curious of its taste, 049 put it under the mask, and chewed the candy. It was a little chewy, but super sweet! Holy- it was SO SWEET! It was like he had eaten 5 tablespoons of honey all at once! It felt like he may throw up from how deafeningly sweet this one tiny piece of candy was!

“......May I try another?”

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I love Timebomb so much because I think roughhousing/play fighting is a legitimate form of affection and I imagine if Vi were to pick Caitlyn up and ragdoll her around it probably wouldn't go over too well

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lilo wrestling during more than this

(tmh melbourne 10/30/13)

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I was surprised there wasn't more fics like this for the fandom. Macho boys need to be soft sometimes....

Zoro x Sanji

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Sanji’s shoes click rhythmically off the cobblestone pavement as he stalks towards the ship. His eyes watch the cracks in the ground and the uneven bumps in the stones until they fall away to crooked lines etched into the wood of the dock.

He doesn’t lift his head as seagulls circle him, their sharp eyes catching the few bags Sanji has dangling from his wrists. He doesn’t take in the sight of sailors throwing barrels onto ships or jostling past him in a hurry to grab more rope, and food and booze from the carts that sit on the edge of the ships.

He doesn’t flinch when the seaside breeze cuts through his hair, plastering it across the wrong side of his face as he climbs onto the Merry. Not even the splash of sea water from below, that soils the cuffs of his pants, can rip him from the haze of his foul mood.

The first time Sanji glances up from the floor, is to watch behind him as Zoro reaches the bottom of the rope ladder. He takes a brief hiatus from his gloom to watch smugly as Zoro struggles to use only his legs to get aboard.

One of his arms is coiled around a barrel of beer, the other is weighed down by as many shopping bags as Sanji could throw at him, topped with a box he’s balancing between his bicep and shoulder that contains large heavy pieces of meat.

The swordman seems to sense he’s being watched because he peaks a look up at Sanji, his eye’s just visible under his bandana.

“You going to help me, Curly?”

Sanji tsks loudly, his brief smile at the other’s struggling twisting into a frown again as he remembers just how pissed off he is.

“Screw you, Mosshead.”

The clack of Sanji’s dress shoes echo across the deck of the ship as he storms off towards the pantry, the door to the kitchen banging loudly behind him as it slams shut.

Zoro blinks slowly, shaking his head as he convinces himself not to think too hard about what has set the cook off. Knowing how temperamental he could be, it could be as simple as an eyelash grazed his eye, or maybe he had to buy a bruised fruit or something.

Zoro decides to ignore the temper tantrum and instead focuses on getting over the side of the ship and safely onto the deck. He kicks the door to the kitchen open, not feeling bad when it slams loudly against the cracking wooden wall. It’s not his fault someone had shut it when they knew his hands were full, and Zoro was not dropping any of stuff in his arms until he knew he’d never have to pick them up again.

“Oi, watch it moss for brains.” Sanji snarls, already halfway through unpacking one of the half full bags he’d decided not to throw at Zoro.

Zoro noisily drops everything from his left arm, the sacks opening and almost spilling their contents, while the box dents on one side. With both arms Zoro carefully drops his booze barrel onto the floor, the only thing he cared about getting safely back to the ship.

“What the hell, idiot. You better not have bruised anything.” Sanji seethes, storming forwards, his eyes not even on the products.

It was clear the cook wasn’t upset about the door, or the dropped goods. No, Zoro knew by now his rival was itching for a fight. Well, if that is the case, he’d give him one.

“What’s your problem, Ero-Cook? You don’t like how I handle them, then you carry them.”

Like expected, his blonde crewmate sucks in a breath before he easily spins his hips and launches a kick at the side of Zoro’s head. The hilt of a sword catches the edge of his ankle, stopping the impact by mere centimetres.

“Isn’t your job on this ship to be the pack mule?” Sanji hisses, leaning forward enough that Zoro can feel a flick of spit hit his chin. “Can you do anything right?”

The next few clashes between the pair are nasty. A pinch of hurt mixes with a wave of fury and frustration as Zoro matches the tempo of the other’s hits. They block, dodge and slam into one another, a litter of bruises and bumps being left in the wake of their moves as they throw insults back and forth.

It’s nothing new, nothing unusual between them, but it feels strange to Zoro. Sanji doesn’t feel like he’s letting off steam, not when one shoving kick almost breaks a rib, or when the next kick almost comes crashing down on his skull at practically full force, hard enough to crack bone. The cook clearly seems upset with him.

“What-” Zoro slams the hilt of his second blade into the side of Sanji’s knee, unbalancing him, “is your-” He steps further shoving into the cook and knocking him back onto his ass, the tip of Yubashiri pointing down at him “fucking problem?”

Sanji’s glare trails from the tip of the blade up to Zoro’s face before he growls back “You. You ruin everything.”

With that, Sanji uses a kick to knock the blade away before he pushes forward, barely lifting off the ground as he tackles Zoro at his knees, knocking him onto his back and briefly winding him.

He probably could have taken the hit, but he’s so surprised that he doesn’t even realise what the cook is doing until he feels two sharp knees digging into the inside of his elbows. His arms are pinned, stretched outwards with his swords as far from his opponent as possible, as Sanji sits heavily on his chest.

Zoro’s so startled by the approach that he goes to swing his head, to whip the sword in his mouth at the hot head, but before he can, Sanji has taken the sword away. For a moment, Zoro thinks he’ll join Sanji in feeling murderous, but some of his anger is quenched when he realises the cook doesn’t toss the blade away, but instead places it carefully above Zoro’s head, just out of reach of his mouth.

“You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut at the market, could you?” Sanji pants, pushing as much weight into his knees so he can, watching Zoro flinch as they push through muscle and pinch at nerves.

“What are you talking about, shit-cook?” Zoro tries to move his arms, he knows he’s strong enough to lift Sanji’s scrawny legs off him, but for some reason, nothing happens.

“You just had to butt in about booze right as I was getting somewhere with that beautiful blonde-haired beauty. You had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.”

Sanji thinks back to the lady, all curves and soft lines and a small timid smile. The brief laugh she paid him for a weak joke was enough to make Sanji float. He’s sure he could have charmed an evening with her while they were stuck on this island, but big mean and green had to ruin it all, as usual.

“That’s what this is about? You striking out with yet another clueless chick?” Zoro continues to struggle, becoming perplexed that his strength seemed to have left him.

“Don’t call women demeaning shit like that.” Sanji snarls, only refraining from hitting the green bafoon when he notices the other looking worried at his arms twitching uselessly beneath Sanji’s hold.

“It’s not going to work, Mosshead. I’m leaning on a weak point in your arms.”

Zoro’s attention turns back to Sanji, his brows furrowed in thought as though he wasn’t sure to believe the blonde or not.

“Apologise, and I’ll move.” Sanji bargains, his temper subsiding as a feeling of victory settles in his chest.

“Eat shit.”

Sanji grins at the discomfort on Zoro’s face, the sweat breaking out across his forehead as he struggles to get himself back in a position of power. The blonde decides to lean his upper body back, a show of how long he is willing to wait for Zoro to cave. His hands fall lazily behind him as he goes to rest one of them on Zoro’s stomach.

The movement surprises the swordsman, the hand going unnoticed until he felt gentle fingertips dragging across his ribs, pushing at the taut skin. The lack of sight, mixed with an unusual place for Sanji to touch him is enough to cause Zoro to flinch, to let the smallest involuntary gasp through his lips as his breath hitches and his eyes widen in genuine surprise.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Maybe he didn’t notice?

“Oho, what was that Marimo?” Sanji, having literally felt the hitch in breath beneath him, stares curiously at his hand, then looks back at Zoro’s face, the faintest dusting of a blush growing on his cheeks as he suddenly refuses to meet Sanji’s face.

The cook might have just taken the reaction as having hit a bruise, but the discomfort on Zoro’s face makes Sanji curious. So, he does it again.

This time his fingers brush relentlessly over the spot, the touch getting softer as he realises it elicits more of a reaction from the man beneath him. Sanji can’t help the grin that spreads out across his face as the pieces start to click together.

“Oi, Marimo.” Zoro glares a hole through Sanji as he meet’s his gaze, his blood boiling at the sight of the smug expression on the assholes face. “I didn’t know moss could be ticklish.”

Zoro tries to keep his face neutral as he opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Sanji he’s an idiot and to get the fuck off him before he skewers him, but before he can…Sanji squeezes his hip bone, his long fingers coiling into the exposed hollow of his hip.

He thought with all his hard work and training over the years that he could have held back his reaction, hardened his mind until he felt nothing. It doesn’t work. Not with Sanji’s weight holding him down, his arms and swords useless for once, his rival’s touch soft against his skin. This was new, this was terrifying, and this was something Zoro had never prepared for.

He lets out a bark of laughter, his face whipping to the side in embarrassment and panic as he tries to will the flush climbing up his neck away.

Sanji forgets to be angry, forgets he was ever upset, forgets completely about the blonde that started this whole scene. He can feel the echo of the laugh through Zoro’s chest, can feel the panicked breaths that follow against his thighs. His eyes are locked on Zoro’s watery smile, not used to seeing such a shy grin on the swordman’s face.

He squeezes again, Zoro’s eyes twisting shut as though not being able to see what was happening would be enough to make it go away. He loosens his grip slightly, scratching the area instead, his nails bluntly dragging across the cotton of Zoro’s shirt as a groan from his mouth turns to soft giggles.

Sanji is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breath. It’s like he’s afraid to. That he’ll make too much noise and miss a single sound coming from Zoro’s lips.

“Didn’t think a brute like you could giggle.” Sanji teases eventually, pausing his assault long enough to see if Zoro will answer him, if he is capable of speech.

Zoro is pretty sure he’s going to die. His chest is tight after less than a minute of this. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, his hip feels like it’s been electrocuted and now Sanji’s words are burning him. He can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his limbs will surely snap at any moment. When it does, it’s likely he’ll melt into the wood of the floor.

“What, no quip back?” Sanji is laughing now, joyfully too, not his usual cruel cackle that he uses to taunt Zoro mid-fight.

“Shu-huh-ut up!” Zoro gasps, trying to regain his composure.

He can’t remember the last time someone had pinned him like this, and certainly can’t remember a time when someone ever tickled him like this. He hadn’t even considered he was ticklish, not since he’d grown up.

“Aw Marimo, that’s not very nice.” Sanji’s eyes are practically shining as he leans back with both hands now on Zoro’s stomach, all ten fingers curling into the soft dip just below Zoro’s abs.

Zoro’s eye’s practically bug out of his head at the sensation. Any thought of shutting down his nervous system disappears as he lets out a stream of loud laughter, his legs curling and kicking out behind Sanji, his back arching off the ground, nearly hard enough to push Sanji off him. But the blonde was able to stay on top, his laughter joining Zoro’s.

“Oh, mosshead. I think I’ve found a way to indefinitely win our little fights now. Let’s hope no one outside the crew finds out about this, eh?”

Sanji’s words are too much, too condescending, and sweet and frustrating.

“I-Ihh- I’m go-ahah-gonna cut yo-oho-you’re fucking tongue ou-ouaha-out.” Zoro warns, deadly serious for once. His threat sounding ridiculous though as his voice cracks at the end, his laughter hitting a shriek as Sanji traces a spot just above his pant’s line.

Sanji hums, unimpressed. His hands disappear from Zoro’s stomach and for some reason that’s worse. Zoro’s gaze snaps from the door to the kitchen back to Sanji as he desperately tries to anticipate whatever the fuck the cook is going to do next.

He’s too slow though because he doesn’t feel the hands shoving under his exposed armpit’s until it’s too late. Not being able to drag his elbows into his sides is torture and his shrieking continues as his nerves tingle from his chest all the way to his fingertips.

“I don’t think the world’s greatest swordsman is the only title you’ll ever earn; clearly most ticklish swordsman is already yours.”

It’s the worst comment so far. Mainly because the cook has just fucking admitted he think’s Zoro can achieve his dream. The compliment is weird and warm enough to have butterflies fluttering in his gut while his lungs seize in his chest. His face is beetroot red at this point as Zoro starts to feel like he’ll never escape.

But just as he thinks this, Zoro registers his legs, which have been twisting and convulsing this whole time…Sanji is settled on his chest. Zoro’s legs are completely free. He mightn’t have trained his kicks like the cook, but he can still swing them as well as any other competent fighter.

As Sanji opens his mouth to tease him further, Zoro moves. He brings his knees up with as much force as he can in his position, and they hit Sanji square in his lower back. He knocks the cook forward just enough that one of his knee’s shifts from where they were pinching the nerve in Zoro’s arm and in a blink of an eye he goes from a laughing mess to grappling Sanji’s waist, rolling the pair over until Zoro finds himself nestled in between the blonde’s legs, his hips pining the other’s down.

Sanji is blinking owlishly up at the ceiling, disorientated, and confused at how he ended up in this position.

Zoro wastes no time in hopping up and falling back down on the other’s thighs, preventing any kicks or twists that might come his way. He gives Sanji a second, relishing in the horrified expression on his rivals faces before he digs both his large hands into every inch of skin he could on the blonde’s stomach and is rewarded by a loud wheeze followed by a stream of curses and laughter as Sanji loses it beneath him. His whole being wiggling and convulsing and suddenly Zoro doesn’t feel as embarrassed or weak.

He was going to kill the blonde, tickle him to an inch of his final breath and make him promise to never try this shit again, to beg and cry for Zoro to stop...

But the heated feeling dies in his mind as soon as he thinks it, because Sanji laughs like it means nothing. Like he doesn’t care that he’s being lit on fire by Zoro’s touch. He meets Zoro’s eye like they’re sharing a joke over a drink, like they’ve just surprised yet another unsuspecting crew, he looks at Zoro as if they’re friends…and it kills Zoro. Destroys him in a way he’s not expecting.

So, he stops, his fingers stilling when Sanji’s eyes gather tears and his face is as red as Zoro’s own.

He doesn’t tease him, doesn’t trust himself to say a single word when his mouth has dried, when it feels like cotton in sitting in the centre of his tongue.

“Tr-ucahaha-truce. Plea-ahah-se Marimo.”

Zoro stares at him until Sanji squirms uncomfortably at the silence. He watches the emotions swirling in Zoro’s eyes, his face it’s usual mask of secrecy. The idiot looks lost, like he’s stuck on something particularly complex.

Sanji hasn’t a clue what could be happening in the green idiot’s brain, so he doesn’t push him. Not when he’s still menacingly looming over him, ready to pounce.

Sanji handles him the way he always does when he needs Zoro to comply without needing him to actually agree with him.

“I’ll let you drink a bottle of the good booze if you let me up?”

Zoro grins then, the tension washing away as Sanji offer him something familiar, something safe.

He grunts as he stands, surprising them both when he offers Sanji a hand up.

He takes the hand, letting Zoro pull him to his feet, surprised when the other pulls him close, his breath tickling Sanji’s ear as he hisses “You tell anyone about this, and not even the world’s best sake will save you.”

Zoro pulls back then to glare as threateningly as he can at the cook. Sanji looks stricken, maybe a bit intimidated for a second before he bursts into laughter. Zoro pouts at the response, forgetting none of his intimating tricks work on the pervert.

Sanji gooses his side as he dances out of Zoro’s reach and towards the drinks stash, laughing as he replies over his shoulder.

“Next time I won’t forget to pin you properly, moss for brains.”

The threat sounds more like a promise, like Sanji is already planning his next attack. It makes Zoro uncomfortable, afraid, and slightly excited. The same mesh of emotions he always gets from fighting with Sanji.

Maybe, this would be another form of release for them. Another way to pass the time on the ship and let off some steam.

He tries not to dwell on the fact that a tickle fight was far less acceptable for a pair of terrifying warriors than genuine bruise inducing sparring.

Who could judge them out at sea? Who would learn of what they did on the grand line behind a closed kitchen door.

Zoro wanted to hear that laughter again, wanted to see that grin across the cook’s face…and maybe, he admits quietly in his brain as he takes the first gulp of his drink, he was looking forward to having the cook tease him like that again.

To beat him with a soft touch, rather than a short blunt one.

Zoro needed to drink the entire bottle placed in front of him before he lets his thoughts continue, before he reaches a conclusion, he’s been avoiding for months now.

He holds out his empty cup and receives a scoff in return as Sanji fills it again, the two of them clinking their next glasses together in a silent ‘cheers’.

They’ll figure it out, whatever this is.

They’re nakama after all.

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Darry is ticklish

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I know this fandom has already had and ended this debate but ever since I first heard about it I can’t stop thinking about it so my headcanon of the day is that Clones do not have bellybuttons. And a lot of them enjoy freaking non-clones out by just randomly going “hey,” and lifting up their shirts to reveal that it’s Actually Completely Flat under there. Bluetooth copy-paste folks.

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Grifter Stan getting into Pro Wrestling to make a quick buck my LOVE

Early 'Grifter Stan' (like 19/20) trying to scam a local indie pro wrestling promotion. He's thinking he'll show up to an event, offer to work the door and quietly skim off the ticket sales. Or maybe even talk himself into a match on the card for a quick buck.

He boxed, so fake wrestling oughta be easy, right?

Only to show up day of and realize that he's surrounded by a bunch of burly, unimpressed carnies who can smell a con a mile away.

He ends up working ring crew and at the end of the night gets a hot dog from concessions as payment.

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very annoyed that you can tell im right handed when i draw. want to blow up my hand. the logical and normal solution is to Git Gud or retrain myself to be ambidexterous. but that takes so long. i will suffer instead.

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Finally time to start posting stuff! :D

Day one of PPKM week: ✨ stargazing ✨

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Hi Daisy! Hope you are having a wonderful day. What's your favourite type of tickles?

Hi! I love playful tickles that turn into wrestling and me being pinned down. I’d like to think that I’m a tough girl but I’m just waiting for someone to prove me wrong 😝

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Poll time for everyone out of curiosity:

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