Dr. Stone Headcanons: Ticklish Edition!

Senku: He's ticklish but he won't ever tell anyone where (the back of his neck).

Gen: He says he's not ticklish (he's ticklish), but he honestly doesn't remember where and he doesn't want people touching him.

Chrome: He's very ticklish and everyone knows it, his neck, his sides, his elbows, even his nose.

Ukyo: He isn't ticklish at all, people have tried, he just won't react.

Ryusui: He's ticklish but he won't ever say where (the bottom of his feet and sides).

Tsukasa: He says he's ticklish but no one wants to attempt at tickling him because they don't want their head slammed into a wall.

Kohaku: She pretends she isn't ticklish and only a few people know she is.

Francois: They're ticklish but they don't want anyone touching them.

Hyoga: Try tickling him and you die (he's not ticklish).

Xeno: Not ticklish.

Stanley: Like Hyoga, try and you die (very ticklish).

Chelsea: Like chrome, very ticklish.

Luna: She isn't ticklish, like at all.

Sai: He's ticklish at his sides and neck, he'll hold his laugh and pretend he isn't though.

Now the word looks fake ._.

Dr. Stone: Smokey Kisses

Summary: In which smoking is bad for you, but your kisses are just a as addicting.

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x Neutral Reader

Note: Sir, it's illegal to be this pretty.

Warning: Minor spoilers for the manga, and smoking (duh)

"Kiss me."

Stanley obeys without a question. He pulls away his cigarette and leans in for a peck, too quick of a kiss for it to be satisfactory.

"Hey, kiss me."

"Again?"

He asks, but immediately kisses anyway with an amused smirk. This time, the kiss was somewhat longer, as if it was a shy lingering touch. 

The smell of cigarette and the bitter taste of tabaco was definitely different from the modern world, and honestly? It tasted terrible, Xeno ought to try harder.

But the two could care less.

"I told you to stop smoking those toxic fumes."

Stanley rolled his eyes, and instead, flips the other off with a middle finger and walks away.

"Stan."

He turns over his shoulder.

"You suck at kissing!"

He puffs out smoke and smirks.

"But you love my kisses anyway."

Hands

And probably my last art of 2022 year. Thank you all guys for supporting and enjoing different stuff with me!

Bad Influence

these two are too fun to draw

the tyrant (yandere series)

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 - 07

↳ Genre: Angst, Fluff

↳ Pairing: college!gojo x fem!reader

↳ Warnings: unrequited love

↳ Playlist: (will link here!)

↳ Masterlist: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

song for this chapter: cliche - mxmtoon

"I looked down at the ground,

And I felt it right within."

You know that one scene in a movie where the protagonist finally, finally finds the pair of eyes they've been looking for in a crowded city, and they connect with theirs in a split second—only for it to disappear. Just like that.

Well, when you were met with blue eyes, it disappeared just how quickly it connected with yours. You've just begun wondering if you really saw them, or was it your exhaustion mixing with a hunger that ultimately led to these hallucinations.

But hallucination or not—his eyes were so beautiful.

It reminded you of a clean sea; free of contaminants, where turtles do not wind up with plastics in their system. It reminded you of the beach you went to with your parents when you were seven, where your curiosity and love for marine biology blossomed. It felt exactly like that day: warm and fuzzy and the feeling of familiarity. Like something you want to get to know.

(or maybe, you already do).

If it weren't for Shoko's hands obsessively waving in front of your face, you would have winded in the internet as a meme for how dumbfounded you must've looked. You could imagine the caption as 'POV: When you wait for 2 hours in line only to see a pair of couple walk in without any reservation.' And you just know in your bones that Shoko will be present in the likes section.

"Listen," Shoko mumbles, grabbing your face with both of her hands. Somehow, her shopping bags have magically been transferred onto Toji's arm, who also looked confused. "I know that you're in a trance right now because that waiter just passed by a big lobster coated in spice because I would feel the same. But if you will stand there gawking at the air, we will never get to eat."

Toji stifled a laugh, shaking his head at Shoko. "You're funny. Sometimes."

Shoko shot him a look that says I am funny all the time, but this is not the time to joke around. I am dying of hunger.

For some reason, Toji seemed to understand. With just one look.

Normally—in embarrassing situations like this (which does not happen often)—you would brush it off, escape the said situation, sit down and act like it never happened. And then proceed to overthink it before you sleep. The normal cycle for an anxious introvert.

But there was something holding you back; something felt stuck like it was out of place. It felt itchy. You couldn't feel the numbness of your legs, let alone pay mind to the hunger that is beginning to shake your system. And yet you are aware, conscious, and you have only one thing in your mind right now.

Blue eyes. Gone in a flash.

The familiarity.

Why?

"Who was that?"

Toji's face reflected a very confused human being who just wants to sit down and eat but made an effort to look behind him. "Who?"

Shoko, on the other hand, shook her head and gave Toji a concerned glance. "I know we're still medical students, and I know I should know but does hunger really make you see hallucinations, like, what Y/N's experiencing right now?"

"I am conscious, Ie."

"Then what on earth is going on?"

"You know," Toji starts, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, we could really be discussing this over lunch; you know when we're seated." Toji gave you a sheepish side-eye. "We've been standing here for 15 minutes and everyone's thinking we're crazy."

"Blue," was what you managed to get out before you felt Shoko's hand pulling you away and Toji whispering 'be careful!' ringing in your ears.

You don't know who you saw, but it was definitely not the lobsters.

Somehow, in all this fiasco, you wound up inside Toji's luxurious car with Shoko forcing you to sit in front so she could nap in the backseat. So here you are, with a passed-out best friend and an awkward silence between you and the man you just saw days ago, driving you home.

"Wait," You started, sparing Toji a glance. "What are you doing here?"

He looked shocked, but his eyes reflected amusement, nonetheless. "What do you mean? This is my car, and I am driving you home. What's up?"

You turned to face him, a puzzled look adoring your soft features. The sun was just starting to set, and the sunlight found its way onto his car window and lingered on your face. Toji couldn't help but think you looked beautiful. Okay, he thought. That was weird.

"I mean—I just saw you in that train station, like days ago. And you were there when were lining up to eat. But Shoko didn't question you, she seemed to know you. What are you—I mean, who the hell—I mean—"

"—And you're literally just starting to think that, after what; eating lunch with me? Agreeing to take you guys home?" Toji throws his head back to laugh, eyes closing for a brief second. Shoko, whose goal is to sleep throughout the whole car ride, mumbles a 'shut up someone is sleeping' which made Toji roll his eyes at the said girl.

"Your best friend is literally passed out there without a care in the world, also with her sneakers up even though I told her a thousand times not to do that. Remind me to never offer to take her home during demos." He shook his head, muttering a tsk! which made you chuckle.

"So you're from her university, then? I remember her saying 'I know we're medical students' when I was..." entranced by blue.

"When you were gawking at nothing, and yes, I am. The first friend I made there, kinda consider her in the best friend range. Not as tight with your bond with her though. You both seem like you've been friends your whole life." He smiled, eyes focused on the road.

You reflect his smile (which feels contagious) and turn to look out the window, watching the cotton candy-colored sky turn orange. "Because we are. We've been friends for all of my life. Not by choice."

Speaking of the devil, a voice from the back made the both of you jump. "Not by choice my ass. You can never live without me."

"Jesus, Shoko," Toji shoots Shoko the middle finger using his free hand. "In case you forget, I am driving. You gave us a jumpscare. What the hell."

"Okay, exaggeration, but it's not as if I am dead. I think when people wake up, they have the right to speak. Unline Y/N who spaced out earlier; you probably made it to the Top 10 Restaurant Memes in Reddit. You know how fast they are."

Toji shoots her a confused look, "Wait, a forum like that exists?"

"Not the main subject," Shoko rolled her eyes, her gaze shifting onto you. Even though you weren't facing her, you could feel her gaze burning holes in the back of your head. Sometimes, your soulmate bond with Shoko scares you—you can literally feel her everywhere even when you were miles away. "The question is, why were you gawking at nothing earlier? Wait—you said, who was that. Who was who?"

You stayed stoic in your seat, refusing to face Shoko. You could feel Toji looking over your way as if asking the same thing as Shoko.

You took a moment to arrange your thoughts—if you could organize your desk in minutes, then you should be able to collect your thoughts because this should mean nothing. It was an uneventful, insignificant, barely even a second moment for you to react this way. This shouldn't even be a secret. But for some reason, you feel as though you are hiding something important, something you do not want someone else to touch. Something that made you feel.

But somehow, the feeling was still there. It was bugging you. Like an itch, you couldn't get rid of. You had to get it out somehow.

"Blue eyes, t'was all I saw," You mumbled, like a kid who got caught doing something bad. Your eyes refused to look at their gazes because you were so sure your cheeks were burning up. "I just—I don't know, felt like someone I know. That's all I saw though, just blue eyes."

"What? Just some random stranger's eyes?" Shoko questions, leaning forward to interrogate you more. "Why would eyes even be—oh."

Her sudden epiphany got you turning around to search her face, and you wonder if she also saw it. You wonder if she felt the same.

The look on her face said otherwise; she had a blank look, eyes up at Toji, as if saying 'Oh, we both know.'

Your eyes searched Toji's face, whose lips were lifted up slightly, free hand coming to rub his forehead as he had the worst migraine.

You couldn't paint whatever their gazes held, but you felt the silence between them thicken. It was almost as if they were speaking to each other. As if they know.

"Y/N, you just met our friend, Gojo."

The ticking started again—and this time, this was even louder. You couldn't understand why though, and where this sound was coming from. More importantly, you swore you heard this name somewhere.

The itch just got itchier.

"Everyone can have blue eyes and people would just react normally—but then there's Gojo, whose eyes hold the bluest blue I've ever seen." Shoko started off, "I can understand why you were so enamored, though. He really does have great eyes, but it's so rude how he didn't even bother stopping by to say hi! Like hello, we're your friends?"

"Wait—who? Gojo? I'm not getting anything. That's blue eyes' name?"

You swore you heard this name somewhere.

The ticking does not stop.

Shoko shot you a funny look, "Wow, you're on a nickname basis now?"" and the smirk that followed told you she is not going to let you sleep until you tell her everything.

"Gojo's my friend," Toji cuts Shoko off, eyes still focused on the road. "Like your Shoko. My friend ever since I could barely speak and all I could do was build Lego houses. When Shoko and I became friends in our first year, I introduced her to Gojo. We're like a trio, but Shoko hates him."

"As if he doesn't hate me," Shoko scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest like a kid throwing a tantrum. "You know, Y/N, he may have the prettiest eyes we've ever seen, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a dick."

"Hey! Language."

"Fine. Doesn't change the fact that he's an asshole."

Toji sighed, giving Shoko a glare through his rearview mirror. Shoko puts her hands up in defense, glaring back. "What? As if you don't hear me say that all the time!"

"Anyway, yeah, he's probably the one you saw," He shot you a smile, ignoring Shoko's loud 'so rude!' at the back. "He was in a hurry, but if he wasn't, he'd probably stop by to say hi."

"As if," Shoko mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes for the millionth time. "I've known Mr. Lawyer for a good amount of time but he still brushes past me when I see him in a grocery store."

The bickering between Toji and Shoko filled the entire ride home, with you watching them like they're kindergarten students given the right to unleash their childish wrath. The silence never came back, but somehow, you were glad it was disturbed by their childish bickering.

Otherwise, you'd wonder.

And oh, how dangerous it is to wonder.

(If only you knew.)

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 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓪𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻!

i am so sorry for disappearing for a very long time, but ya girl has been battling major exams for months now and I have not had the time to continue my drafts. i am on a short break though, so I will try my best to give u guys more chapters bc I owe it to u for being so lovely and patient!! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

see u guys in chapter 08!

kao, out! ʚ♡ɞ

the tyrant (yandere series)

the tyrant (yandere series)

the tyrant (yandere series)

Girlie ain't safe, I repeat she isn't safe!

Man is really trying to make y/n submit, but knowing her he's going to be fighting tooth, nail, rock, paper, and scissor with her. Or unless one of them have to die, cuz y/n ain't about that "concubine" life or being his "lovely wife". She's about that freedom tatakae.

Thoughts on what sukuna gonna be doing? 👁👁 we know man is hellbent on trying to tie her to him.

them >> everyone else

; ctto

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DESIDERIUM - MASTERLIST

PRONOUNCED: des·​i·​de·​ri·​um | \desəˈdirēəm\

DEFINITION: an ardent desire or longing. especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost

PAIRING: Oikawa Tōru x Reader

GENRE: Angst

SYNOPSIS: You never did want to be pulled into the cycle of loving Tooru. You told him when you admitted to knowing that he liked you, you weren’t ready for a relationship. He didn’t listen. Wormed his way into your heart with his stupid moves that shouldn’t have worked. You dreamed of futures together, then one day… “Is this even worth trying to fix?”

STATUS: FINISHED

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