#lee's wild scribbles

[littlespidermonkey]

I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

#lee's wild scribbles #team jacob #twilight saga #jacob x bella #swanblack #tw: food #OK! that's all the tags for searching so now it's time for the really important tags: me rambling #this was extremely stream of consciousness pls be nice #it was also supposed to come with a lil video like my other little ficlet for this fandom but tumblr wasn't feeling it #also i have not edited this and i'm not going to so if you see a typo you keep that shit to yourself #this was written kind of as a reflection on how bella lowkey chooses to sacrifice so much of what makes life good to me in favour of edward #and how she like. gives up her personhood and future to be his and has no friends outside of the cullens and jake #(who is essentially being held hostage by reenactment) #twilight has such a weird relationship with f3minism. i should write about that at some point #(also this is not tikt0k. i censor words so that they don't turn up in tags bc i doubt ppl in the f3minism tag are looking for twilight fic

[nonbinary-androids]

Matching icons from the art for the new short story!! Feel free to use without credit (:

#lee's wild scribbles #overwatch #baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #pharah #fareeha amari #these r Not hq but oh well

[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Part 1.5: The Rumor.

paring: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz

genre: fluff, angst, roommates au.

warnings for this chapter: angst, cussing, alcohol mention, assault mention, sex mention, fighting.

Notes: ⚠️THIS IS A FLASHBACK CHAPTER. PLEASE READ THE CHARACTER INTRO AND PART ONE FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE. ⚠️

College. The origins of your friend group date back to your high school days, when you, Chan, and Changbin first bonded over your shared love of music and movies. From then on, the three of you were practically inseparable, supporting each other every step of the way. 

Come freshman year of college, Chan and Bin befriended Minho, someone they met in class, but your friendship with Minho began later on that same semester when you were assigned that fated project together. After you and Minho got over your distaste for each other, your friend group became four, constantly together and causing trouble, much to Chan's dismay. It stayed that way until the start of sophomore year when Chan started inviting his cousin Felix to join in on your hangouts, and then Felix invited Jisung and Hyunjin, and finally Hyunjin started bringing Seungmin and Jeongin around. Eventually, you were a close knit group of nine wild idiots.

You had always been a platonically touchy person, craving physical contact and intimacy in all your friendships. Whether it was holding hands, cuddling, or simply sitting close together, you found comfort in the nearness of your friends. As a result, your circle embraced this trait and soon enough, it became the norm to see you all piled up in a cozy corner, phones out, scrolling mindlessly or studying together. 

Halfway through sophomore year came the rumor. It had started at a party, most of your group was drunk save for Innie and Seungmin who were merely tipsy. In the midst of the lively party at the frat house, you discovered a secluded nook, packed with an assortment of soft bean bag chairs and pillows, which became the perfect setting for your drunken cuddle puddle. 

You were sitting between Chan's legs, your back leaning against his chest while he stroked your hair. Jisung was sat the same way between your legs as your hand rubbed his arm while you scrolled through TikTok with the other one. Felix lay on both of yours and Chan's thighs, Minho rested a shoulder on Chan's left side and Jeongin did so likewise to his right. The remaining members laid across each other nearby. You were all touching in some way or another just vibing, chatting, and giggling. 

After a while you started noticing people looking your way, whispering, laughing, and staring, but in your drunken state, you didn't think anything of it. Suddenly Chan sat up straight, lurching you forward a bit. "We need to go." He said sternly, looking at his phone, eyes wide, anger and concern written on his face. "What? Why?" you asked, clearly confused. Minho looked at Chan's phone over his shoulder, his face taking on the same expression. "What the fuck..." he whispered. "What?" you asked again. "It's nothing. Let's just get out of here, okay?" Chan reiterated. "What's going on, let me see!" you giggled, reaching for Chan's phone, he pulled it out of your reach. "It's not important." he lied. You pouted "come onnnnn, Channie." you whined. "y/n..." After struggling to get hold of his phone for a moment, you eventually succeeded but were taken aback by the unexpected image on the screen, making your face drop.

On his phone sat a photo posted on the school's official Facebook page. A photo of the nine of you, mere moments ago, with the word 'whore' scribbled sloppily across your face, and 'simp' scribbled on each of theirs. The caption read "I bet they pass her around like a joint". As you scanned the comments, reading each one, you noticed a common theme..

- "Ew. I bet those boys are infected with something now 🤢"

- "She's probably looser than a child's tooth lmfao"

- "bet she's had more turns than a door knob."

- "I heard she sleeps with professors too 😬"

- "wonder if she gets paid for it, I heard the two pretty boys are rich."

- "how many of them do you think she's taken at once? 😏"

- "at least she's hot, you think they'd share her with me?"

When you finally stopped reading the comments, all eight of the boys were looking at the phone with you, their faces reflecting a deep sense of horror and disbelief. Your eyes burned with tears as your face heated up with embarrassment, your heart racing and your mind filled with thoughts of shame and self-consciousness. Chan took his phone back and stood up, pulling you up with him. The boys followed suit, trailing behind you as Chan lead you out the door by your arm, guiding you through the crowded frat house with a firm grip. None of you even bothered grabbing your jackets from the corridor, the cold air outside nipping at your skin. It seemed nearly everyone there had gotten the notification about the post. They all stared and whispered as you made your way out of the party. 

Your group's steadfast pace didn't stop until you were off campus, Felix mentioning that his family had a property that they could go to instead of heading back to their respective dorms. The boys came to a decision that you would all take the bus there, the next one arriving in somewhere around 30 minutes from then. You hadn't said a word since leaving the frat house, your eyes glued to the ground, unable to make eye contact with any of them. Changbin had given you his hoodie to keep you warm as you all waited for the bus.

"Who the fuck posted that?!" Changbin finally snapped, breaking the silence.

"I don't know but I'm going to kick their ass." Seungmin chimed in.

"No one's kicking anyone's ass.." Chan growled.

Minho scoffed. "Speak for yourself, Chris." 

The four of them began bickering before Jisung finally spoke up "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE UPSETTING HER!!" he shouted at them. They went silent, looking at you with concern. Tears were streaming down your face as Jeongin rubbed your back gently and Jisung squatted in front of where you sat on the bench, holding your hands firmly. Hyunjin and Felix stood off to the side, scrolling through the comments on the post, attempting damage control by responding to negative remarks.

"It's gonna be okay, bug. I promise." Jisung whispered, rubbing the tops of your hands with his thumbs.

Jeongin stroked circles on your back. "Try not to let it get to you, noona."

The bus ride to the house was silent except for Felix and Hyunjin whispering quietly to each other while still engrossed in their phones. Minho sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close as the dark scenery outside passed by in a blur.

The bus dropped you all off at the bus stop nearest to the house, but you still had to walk about 10 minutes to get there. Once you arrived, Felix punched in the code and ushered everyone inside. The interior was chilly as no one currently lived there full time, so the heating system didn't need to be on. Felix clicked it on and turned on the lights. "My parents were just here a couple of weeks ago when they came to visit, so there's probably still snacks and drinks if you guys want anything." He said, leading everyone to the living room. 

You didn't speak again until a couple of hours had passed, everyone submerged in their phones, most likely still doing damage control. You broke the silence. "I'm so sorry.." you whispered, though in the thick silence, it was deafening. As you sat there, your eyes refused to leave the torn fabric of your jeans, as if searching for an answer that only they could provide. Your knees were pulled to your chest as if trying to shield yourself.

Hyunjin spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours "What? Why are you sorry?" he asked, sounding almost offended. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I- I should have known how it would look to everyone.. I'm always hanging all over you guys.." your eyes started started tearing up again. "how many relationships have I ruined for you guys? ...you never date.. is it because people see me all over you? How long have people been assuming this? Was this even the first post? What if they-" you were rambling when Felix stopped you "Hey hey hey, we all hang all over each other, bubs. It's not just you and you shouldn't be putting blame on yourself like that." Seungmin nodded in agreement "Those fuckasses don't even know what they're talking about, all they have is sex on the brain, obviously it's clouding their common fucking sense." he spat out, arms crossed over his chest. "Plus anyone who thinks physical affection is only sexual surely doesn't have a fully developed brain." Jeongin chimed in. Your hands were shaking, something that didn't go unnoticed by Minho. "Take a deep breath, princess." he said softly, taking your hands "this is gonna pass, everyone will forget about this soon enough." 

But it didn't pass, and no one forgot. When you all went back to your classes on Monday, the whispers and stares were seemingly worse. Word had spread like wildfire and it felt like everyone knew about the rumor, even the professors and staff. It continued like that for weeks before things gradually got worse.

Guys would not leave you alone, all of them thinking you were easy and that they had a chance. They would get in your space, whistle at you, even straight up ask you for sexual favors. You even had to stop wearing skirts because guys would flip it up when they'd walk by you. Their behavior eventually caused your friends to get into fights. First it was Changbin, landing a punch to a guy who had grabbed your ass, successfully breaking the guy's nose. Then it was Seungmin, full on kicking a guy to the ground who dared to lift your dress to check the color of your panties. Jisung and Minho followed, teaming up on a few guys who had you cornered against a wall in the back of the library. Even sunshine boy Felix found himself in a fight or two. They all repeatedly got in trouble for violence while those creeps got away scot-free.

Eventually you started skipping your classes and began avoiding your friends. You even stopped staying at the big house and held yourself captive in your tiny dorm room, ignoring their calls and texts. Tensions ran high between the boys, they were always arguing and fighting, their group was completely falling apart and they hadn't seen you in almost two weeks.

Finally, after weeks of being ignored by you, who had suddenly become distant and unresponsive, Chan and Minho decided that they have had enough. Chan organized a group meeting in order to confront the issue head-on. Since you were still ignoring everyone's texts and calls at this point, Minho took matters into his own hands by physically going over to your dorm and practically breaking in just so he could retrieve you. "You can't just fucking ignore us like this, y/n! Do you know how worried we were?!" he said, his voice raised. You said nothing. "Chan wants to talk to everyone. We're going. Now." He stated, almost a demand. He threw some decent clothes at you for you to change into before basically dragging you off campus, and getting you an uber to the house. 

When Minho got you into the house, he lead you to the living room where everyone sat, quietly bickering. "Got her." Minho stated as you both entered the living room. Everyone went quiet, looking at you. "Jesus, bug, you look like you haven't slept in weeks!" Jisung said as he got up, pulling you into a hug.

Seungmin broke the silence that followed. "So, what, why the hell are we here acting like we're having some sort of twisted intervention?" 

Chan sighed, clearly frustrated. "I'm tired of this tearing us apart. This needs to stop. We're constantly fighting with each other and other students. Hell, Seungmin and Minho are one fight away from expulsion for fucks sake!!" he yelled.

Seungmin raised his voice back "yeah well y/n is just avoiding the fucking situation while we all fight for her ass!"

Okay, that one pissed you off. "Who the fuck asked you to fight for me?! Did you even stop to think for one god damn moment that I'm removing myself from the group to stop the fucking rumor!?!" you shouted. The room fell silent as everyone's eyes turned towards you, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. Never before had they heard you raise your voice, and rarely did you even show a hint of anger, especially not towards them. "Am I just supposed to continue like everything is normal?! Continue ruining your lives and reputations!? Having me around you only made shit worse!! Tell me, have you even gotten into fights with other students since I disappeared?!" You screamed. More silence followed. "Yeah.. that's what I fucking thought.." you mumbled, voice cracking. "Having me around will only make shit worse.."

Felix broke the next bout of silence. "but we want you around, y/n. We need you around." Now his voice was cracking.

"Our group isn't the same without you, sweetheart" Chan followed up, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're our glue." 

"I miss my smoke buddy.." Jisung added.

"I miss my noona" Jeongin followed up.

Hyunjin chimed in next "who's going to judge people and gossip with me if you're not around?" 

"Yeah, and it's not like these guys will watch cheesy dramas and romcoms with me.." Changbin all but whined.

"I mean I GUESS I miss you or whatever.." Seungmin grumbled, turning his face away to hide the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Well, I definitely really fucking miss you, princess." Minho whispered, wiping a fresh tear from your cheek.

You let out a shaky breath. "What do we do? If I'm around you things just get worse.. they'll never stop talking about it. They'll never leave us alone. There's a new post about us almost every week! They're not going to let it go and if I keep going to class I'm just going to keep getting assaulted and you guys are going to get expelled for fighting!" You cried. "I miss you guys so fucking much it hurts!" you were full on sobbing at this point. "But what are we supposed to do besides drift apart?" Your last question came out as a whisper.

There was that silence.. Jisung was the one to break it again. "I mean.. what if we just.. dropped out?" he suggested.

Everyone looked between each other. "Well, I mean.. I'm going to be honest, I'm not even planning on using my degree." Chan said. "I've already started producing music in my spare time, and I know Bin and Ji are into it too, I'll have no problem building us a platform with it." 

Seungmin shrugged. "I'm already in the process of starting my own business, and people seem interested. Shouldn't be an issue for me either."

"To be honest classes have been stressful with having a job at Bean Artisan, I like coffee a lot more than school, I skip half of my classes anyway.." Jeongin said with a shrug.

Minho looked at you. "I've been offered a full time teaching position at In Motion Studios. I wasn't going to take it because of school but.. I'd like to."

"and Felix and I have money coming out of our asses, who needs college?" Hyunjin added, Felix nodded in agreement before adding "and my family really wouldn't mind giving us the house. They only ever used this place to visit me because I was staying at the dorms."

You looked at all of them, your lip quivering. "why... why would you all drop out because of me..? I'm not worth that.." you murmured.

They all spoke together in a cacophony of convictions, each one trying to drown out the others with their own certainty. The air was thick with the clashing of various 'of course you are's, 'don't say that's, and 'we want to's. You chuckled through tears as you heard Seungmin throw in a "who cares, fuck the system!"

"and we can take care of you, bubs!" Felix said "I won't even notice a shift in my account if I started spending on you"

You shook your head "No, no. If we do this, I'll find work. I.. think I know a girl who could get me into something that pays well.."

The steady rhythm of the clock's ticking filled the quiet space, emphasizing the pause in conversation.

"Sooooo, are we doing this?" Jisung questioned with a smile, looking to you for the answer.

The attention in the room shifted from each other to focus entirely upon you; every eye turned towards you like a compass needle pointing north - making this moment yours alone to decide what happens next. They waited patiently (and perhaps also anxiously) for your answer to set the conversation in motion once again.

You looked between them, your eyes jumping from one boy to another, finally landing on Minho's encouraging gaze, his pleading eyes and nod of approval filling you with the confidence to finally speak. "...fuck it. Let's do this." you decided.

With wide grins spreading across all their faces, Chan quickly rounded everyone up until they were enveloped within one massive embrace where you sat snuggly at its heart. "Don't you ever disappear on us like that again, sweetheart. You worried us to death." Chan cooed, his chin resting on your head as he stroked your hair.

"Yes, daaaad~" you teased.

As Chan rolled his eyes, his subtle smile gave way to the amusement he felt, prompting the boys to snicker.

After a few weeks of adjustment, things finally started feeling like they were back to normal again, albeit a new kind of normalcy that everyone had to get used to. With everyone now living under the same roof, you all began to grow closer and more tight-knit as time went on. More jokes were shared as well as quality time, and you didn't have to worry about anyone judging your group for being affectionate with each other. Everything just seemed to fall into place and you were content. Happy even.

The only stress you had was brought in the form of your newly acquired job. But that's a story for another time..

mlist || part two

a/n: hopefully this will hold you guys over until I finish part two!! Please please let me know how you liked this by liking, reblogging, or leaving me a comment/ask!!

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[qserasera]

#i feel like lee sookyung would be even MORE mocking and funny when news is that kdj is yjh's right hand man (via @righteousenjoymentofthunder)

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enjoy this crackfic snippet based off the idea of a darker AU where yoo joonghyuk takes the absolute throne, and kim dokja ends up as his consort/right-hand man/advisor (im assuming in this canon-divergence AU that the scenario Catastrophe of Floods happens before the War of Kings to test out each king's strength or something; yjh speed-runs their established relationship development once kdj is back as a result :))

(i'm not going to write any more of this, so if anyone wants to use the above AU premise as a fic idea/ fanart thing, go Wild; would be nice if there was a link to the original post with the AU idea tho )

*using name spellings from my friend's summation, instead of the other variations {{ Now with an AO3 crosspost Here}} title: axis mundi rating: T words: 1,196 pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja "They're waiting inside," the woman with the sword says, to the masked figure.

The masked figure nods. Hears the tent flap flutter shut behind her, as she strides forward.

She stops and turns her head, assessing the room around her.

A contradiction in character. A polarity to be pondered--but one so balanced, it seemed to converge together to one perfect point.

The tent, though spacious, was a far too humble backdrop to serve as a royal hall.

One side, to her right, is sparse. Nothing more than a single sword rack marks out the space; a clean stroke of calligraphy against white paper.

The side to her left leans towards unruliness, moreso than the right. Papers scrawled in ink and scribbles flock over a long side-table. A tray, empty of any food, leans precariously on one corner.

A janggi board sits askew over one of the papers (a surprisingly old-fashioned choice for planning scenarios, she assumes; could she attribute it to that person's influence?). Next to it, a half-open book, laid upside down.

There are other smaller tables around, below the level of the dais.

Above everything else, the chairs at the center—one throne in particular, with a smaller chair on equal level besides it—loom large with their presence.

As did the Status of their occupants.

The one in white stands first. Rocks once on his heels, before setting his hands inside his jacket pocket.

"Lee Sugyeong," he says. He offers a smile. Perfunctory and polite, crescent-thin. "Mother. Why have you come?"

"Information," Lee Sugyeong says. Removes her mask, the wood of it smooth in her fingertips.

Everyone always said that Kim Dokja had inherited her eyes. Bright, when in good humor or with delight. And in other times, too many times—opaque as one-way mirrored glass, save for glints of light as his thoughts tumbled over each other, sharp and sharper.

"And to see the new Absolute King, of course," Lee Sugyeong says. A nod to the one behind Kim Dokja.

Yu Junghyeok stands to his feet from his throne. Fluid and swift, a shadow in motion. A presence that could not be ignored. Power rolls off of him, palpable as the bright shine of a strong sword.

The new Absolute King. Her son's protagonist; his hero.

And now, if rumors could be believed....She turns her gaze back to her child—the man in the white coat, fingers turning in his pockets. [The Fable, 'Kingmaker of a Thousand Strings' is continuing its storytelling] [The Fable, 'Cherished Consort of the Conquering King' is continuing its storytelling]

"Consort?" Lee Sugyeong raises a brow.

The cool line of her son's brow twitches. "Bihyung said even if it was a typo, it couldn't be changed once recorded in the system."

Lee Sugyeong opens her mouth to ask more, but Kim Dokja cuts her off with a wave of his hand.

"Better to talk if we're seated, I suppose. We don't have coffee. Tea will have to do." There's a hand, curling in over an elbow. The hem of a dark sleeve over white fabric, Kim Dokja's shoulders easing at the touch.

Yu Junghyeok, the Absolute King, speaks for the first time. "Mind the leaves." Kim Dokja's brow wrinkles. His voice turns light, lilting. "Even if I burned them, didn't you just say you would buy more for me, last time, Junghyeok-ah? Is the Conquering King going back on his words?"

The Absolute King tilts his head, but lets Kim Dokja go without further complaint.

He turns back to Lee Sugyeong, tips his chin in a rough motion towards one of the chairs by an empty table.

Lee Sugyeong shakes her head as she sits.

Well. It wasn't like she hadn't been warned about Yu Junghyeok's manners.

The silence that passes has as much warmth as a mountain blizzard.

Yu Junghyeok doesn't seem nearly as interested in finding out any information the King of Wanderers would have as he did in following around Kim Dokja's movements with his gaze.

She resists the urge to lift her hand, and rub away the wrinkle she could sense forming between her brows.

What sort of complications had her son gotten himself into, to invoke such a troublesome devotion from an equally troublesome man?

Kim Dokja returns with a tray, the teapot and small cups.

The Conquering King lifts the tray from Kim Dokja's hands without a word, setting it at a center. His wrist flips over the small cups, as if laying out cards.

The color is a light pale green in the cups. Faint notes of grain in its steam.

Kim Dokja's right hand rests against the table, his index finger tapping a three-note rhythm against the wood. He lifts his eyes to her, expecting her to speak.

So Lee Sugyeong does.

"The loyal hound, following behind the heels of the Conquering King. Was this everything you had wished for once, child?"

"Ah, well—I'm not following him, exactly—" Yu Junghyeok snaps his gaze upwards, his expression dark. Not at Kim Dokja—at Lee Sugyeong.

"Not a hound, nor a follower." He lowers a teacup in front of Kim Dokja, setting his hand down. Close enough to pin down the hem of Kim Dokja's sleeve. "Kim Dokja is my companion."

Kim Dokja nods. Again, a collected composure. Again, his eyes calm, steady as an undisturbed lake.

"You've met him now, Mother. And have seen me, besides. If there is other information you are looking for, you can leave it to us through the usual processes—"

Lee Sugyeong tips her head back, her eyes considering as she watches Kim Dokja, as he lets his words unroll from his tongue with a frightening ease, swifter than the arrows of a master archer.

"I wonder, " she says idly, "Is your bark more terrifying, or his bite?"

"Forgive us if you find our hospitality is lacking." The switch in tone from the Conquering King is also something that prickles of danger. Something he learned from Kim Dokja, in turn, she would guess. "King of wanderers."

Yu Junghyeok is holding out one of the filled teacups with both hands towards Lee Sugyeong. She takes it, resting the bottom of the cup on her palm, her other fingers holding onto the rim.

Then a pause, before a merciless blow from Yu Junghyeok. "Or would sieomeoni be more appropriate?"

At his shoulder, Kim Dokja makes a cut-off sound like a penguin choking on a fishbone, and slams a hand down on the table as he stands.

"Yu Junghyeok!"

"Kim Dokja," the Conquering King parrots back. For someone who has seen all manner of shocking things since the start of the scenarios, this nears the most shocking of them all. The lazy indulgence in the Conquering King's eyes. One of his hands tugs at the ends of a white jacket's belt at Kim Dokja's waist, wrapping the end of it loosely around his wrist.

"Sit," he says, in a voice that allows no argument. "You should at least finish your tea."

If she had a jot less of self-control, she might very well have dropped her cup.

One of Lee Sugyeong's masked guards a short distance away, puts her hand under her chin, and says quietly, but not quietly enough for Lee Sugyeong to miss hearing: "Sieomeoni? Or would Queen Dowager be more appropriate? Wait, no, what would be the right term...?" Notes *Sieomeoni - 시어머니 (mother-in-law) *Another video on family terms

#joongdok #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #orv fanfic #absolute throne AU #words words words #uhhhh...crackfic #have fun reading this SKDJFSLKJDF

[liveforjeongin]

hello! I'd like to request (if you want, of course) a lee hyunjin with ler lino and/or ler chan (or you can pick the ler/lers). i love the idea of hyunjin being the best and cutest lee oml😭 i'm so soft for it

also since i'm here i want to tell you that i really like your blog and your stories :) i hope you have a nice day !! <3

Cute

Okay this is so cute I'm gonna die of cuteness overload

Thanks for the request anon<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: nibbles, raspberries, kinda short I think💔

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Skz were on the practice room of the company, getting ready to record the dance practice of their song "Maniac", but this time in 'Zombie Version'

Members were all ready, the camera started to record, the music to sound, and the members to dance

Around the first minute of the song, during Seungmin's part, Hyunjin had to do a step with Changbin of getting back to back, opportunity the older took to tickle Hyun a little

This occasionated Hyunjin to giggle a bit and kneel down on the floor, as it was expected

The two oldest members in the group found Hyunjin's reaction really cute and endearing, making them want to see more of that.... Maybe they could try later...

After finishing the recording, all the members changed their clothes, removed their makeup, and went to their dorms to take a shower and remove any rests of makeup on their body

In the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, Hyunjin was the first one to go take the shower, and in the maknaes+Minho dorm, it was Seungmin

In the meanwhile, Chan and Minho were texting each other. Chan, in his oldest, leader and almost dad position, wanted to know if they arrived well, and Minho, being the second oldest, was his kid-in-charge in the other dorm

They kept talking, one thing led to another, and they ended up planing on how to wreck Hyunjin together

Oops...

About one hour later, in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, a knock on the door was heard. Chan opened, knowing who it was.

Han and Changbin were currently sleeping. Hyunjin was on his bedroom, scrolling through his phone on... Who knows? When his hyungs entered

"Hi Hyunjinnie~" Minho said as sat down on Hyun's bed, followed by Chan

"Hey hyung. What are you doing here? You usually don't come to visit us"

"Minho came today cause we both couldn't stop thinking on something we wanted to try out... And it envolves you" Chan said as smiled innocently

"Me? What you need me for?" Hyunjin put his phone away

"You know... Today at the recording? Changbin tickled you during Seungmin's part, and I have to admit your giggle was really cute, so we wanted to hear more of it~" Minho replied, in a slight teasy tone

"W-Wait what? You're gonna-? No. No no no no no. No. Hyungs, please no... Don't do this to me!" Hyunjin begged

"Awww, but Hyunnie, you're too cute to not tickle you!" The oldest said as started to lightly tickle Hyunjin's belly under his shirt

"N-Nohohoho Channie hyuhuhung!" The youngest between the three started giggling and squirming a bit at the light tickling, looking extremely cute at his hyungs' eyes

"Awwww, look at you! You're so cute~ And you're really ticklish too, of course~" Minho teased while tickled the ferret boy's neck, he wasn't much ticklish there, but they could still get some cute giggles out of him on that spot

Hyunnie couldn't help but blush at the pointing out of his ticklishness, making his hyungs coo at him.

Soon enough, Minho and Chan stopped being gentle with their lee. Suddenly Chan lift Hyunjin's arms up above his head, while Minho sat on his hip and started tickling Hyunjin's armpits, not much gently to be honest

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HYUNG! HYUNG HYUNG LEHEHEHEHEE KNOW HYHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEHEASE MEHERCY!"

"Awwww, Lee Know is being mean to our Hyunjinnie?" Chan teased as did his best to reach Hyunjin's side, squeezing, poking and scribbling there, doing his best to wild the poor lee crazy

"CHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAN HYUNG NOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Hyun's eyes filled with tears, they were killing him

"Hyung, can you take over his armpits? There's one more thing I want to try" Minho asked his only hyung, sitting now on Hyunjin's thighs and lifting up his shirt, as Chan nodded and left the younger's side alone to sat on his hands, keeping his arms up but setting his own hands free, to be able to tickle Hyunjin's armpits properly

Hyunjin was breathing hard, thankful to have a least a minute of rest. He was so lost in his own thoughts that didn't notice when Minho took a deep breath and blew it on his tummy til he felt his lips already against his skin

Chan took this as a sign and went to the town on Hyunjin's armpits, wilding the younger completely mad

Hyunjin laughed, moved his head and kicked his legs like crazy when Minho started to change between nibbling and blowing raspberries all over his belly while squeezing his hips and Chan kept on tickling his armpits

Tears fell down his cheeks, wetting his neck. His face was red and his mind couldn't think of anything more than the tingling feeling expanding all over his body... He felt so weak, but so happy at the same time

Soon, Hyunnie's laugh went silent, and his hyungs slowed down the pace of the tickles, til finally stopping

Chan layed Hyunjin's head down on his lap, stroking his hair and rubbing his tummy to ease the ghost tickles and calm the younger down a bit. Hyunjin couldn't stop smiling and could've sworn that was the best thing that's ever happened to him

"Were we too rough on you? I'm sorry, you were too cute to resist" Minho commented while ruffling Hyunjin's hair a bit and smiling down at the ferret boy

Hyunjin shook his head, smiling widely "It was fine, I... Actually enjoyed it a lot" admitted, blushing when the olders cooed at his words

"You're the cutest member to tickle, being honest" Chan praised, causing Hyunjin to blush a bit more

Hyun soon fell asleep in his hyung's lap, which didn't bother Chan at all, and Minho left the dorm after some minutes watching the younger sleep

Even asleep he looked cute...

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Motivation hits hard

And honestly I loved writting this one😭 (Hyunjin is mi favorite lee, what can I say?)

Everyone, remember requests still open sooo if you want me to write something just send it on my asks on in dms :3

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GOOD LITTLE GIRL

sometimes it felt like you were in a completely different world than yungyu. others called him bad, but you could hardly believe that. everything inside of you wanted to figure him out.

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.3k TAGS classmates to lovers. school au. bad boy yungyu. minor cussing. OMI NOTE this might be one of my favorite things i've written.. ever? i'm so soft for gyu, and his bad boy persona honestly takes the cake i don't know. this plot kind of reminds me of 'she fell first, but he fell harder.' also i might've snuck a ddlc reference in here w my multifandom ass..

immortality is a concept that defines eternal life, incapability of dying. and while in your world it didn’t exist, word about him never died. there were always rumors, people telling you that getting involved with him would ruin the perfect idea of yourself. despite this, it only intrigued you more.

school was alway the main source of gossip and other immature problems, half of it being completely untrue. word spread like wild fire, even when it didn’t make sense. so why was everyone so sure that lee yungyu was this bad influence? there were times when it was best to stay behind and not involve yourself in the uproar.

though you couldn’t help but stare, unable to figure him out. the corner of his mouth crinkling whenever he smiled, how he’d always do a peace sign when posing for photos. for the most part, maybe it was less about figuring him out, and more about just admiring the boy.

a stupid class crush wasn’t something you’d admit to, he never talked to you; and your closest friends convinced you that you must’ve been a lucky one. 

but out of the corner of his eye, he always saw you staring. it wasn’t a secret to him that there was this odd curiosity peaking out of your skull. if anything, it was the final push to get him to talk to you.

it was an early morning, the trees outside were beginning to bloom this april. you always thought it was the prettiest time of the year, pink and white flowers littering the long branches. a lot of the time, arriving to classes early gave you a sense of responsibility.

the air was calm, and you could focus better on any assignments you might’ve missed the night before. there were a few stragglers here and there, making the classroom less empty on these occasions. yet you appreciated when it was just yourself.

today was no excuse. all of your things were sprawled out on your desk while you busied yourself in your notebooks. responding to questions that were left unanswered on your worksheets, planning out the rest of your day, and listening to the soft knocks on the door in front of you.

wait, knocks on the door in front of you?

the knob turned slowly as lee yungyu poked his head inside to search around. not a single teacher was in sight, though there was a cute girl sitting at one of the desks, staring at him wide eyed. his expression softened upon seeing you with all your stationary spread out.

he let himself in, letting the door quietly shut behind him. at first, you were confused why someone like him was in school at this hour. wasn’t being super late with some comedic timing apart of his whole brand? it was new, but you tried to act like you weren’t shocked.

resuming what you were originally doing, it was in your best attempt to ignore the boys presence. clicking the end of your pen, you continue to scribble nonsense on your paper. though it became almost impossible as you heard the sound of a chair dragging across the floor.

looking up from the desk, his dark eyes met yours. but in retrospect, he was nothing near intimidating up close. he sat himself down and smiled at you before he spoke.

“hi, you must be y/n, right?” your name flowed off his tongue perfectly, sending a small shiver down your spine.

“ah.. yes. you’re lee yungyu.” you respond shyly.

“oh? so you know me as well then.” yungyu smirked, crossing his arms atop the table.

“well, you’re nothing short of infamous in school.” you mention, making him quirk an eyebrow.

“word gets around too quickly here. the school year barely started.” he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“there isn’t much else to expect from our classmates. i could only imagine what you’ve heard about me.” 

“i’ve heard nothing but good things.” he told you, “you’re too innocent to get yourself into any trouble.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you question.

“nothing! i was just saying.”

“right..”

“you know, we’re not strangers anymore. so how about friends?” he proposes out of the blue.

“huh? why so suddenly?” you tilt your head like a lost puppy, only earning a light laugh from him.

“i’ve seen you staring at me. it only made me more curious about you.” he admits, making your heart drop to your feet, “it’s cute.”

“cute..?” 

“i said what i said. so, friends?” 

“okay, friends.” you agree hesitantly, tapping your fingers on the desk.

“great. how about you come with me to yoonsung hyung’s party in the woods tonight and hang out? heard it was gonna be pretty cool.” he asks.

“yoonsung? as in student council yoonsung?”

“that’s him.”

“i didn’t think he threw parties like that.” you mumble, thinking about the responsible boy.

“are we talking about the same yoonsung? he loves planning things, and i’d like to say we’re pretty close.” he tells you, picking up one of your pencils.

“that’s interesting then.” you comment, “i didn’t know the two of you were friends.” 

“you must not have been stalking me hard enough then.” he jokes, drawing little stars on your notebook.

“hey!”

“i’m just teasing you. you don’t have to be so tense around me. though i am shocked you agreed to hang out with me.”

“i didn’t exactly agree to anything yet, yungyu.” you claim, erasing his stars.

“i know you’re going to say yes to me.” he looks at you intently, almost as if he’s trying to brainwash you into agreeing.

“maybe if i could get this work done by the end of the day.” you grumbled.

“boring. what are you working on anyways?” he picks up your paper to read the print, it was a rough draft of something you were writing.

“the writing homework we were assigned yesterday. i was just trying to finish it up but i haven’t liked what i’ve made so far.” you groan, snatching the paper out of his hands

“if you try so hard to make things perfect, you won’t make much progress. just write things down and fix it up later.”

“that.. that is actually pretty inspiring. aren’t you supposed to be some bad guy?”

“what did you want me to do? rip up your paper and tell you how shit of a job you were doing?” 

“okay, i didn’t mean it like that–”

“y/n!” a voice called out to you, sounding very obviously distressed.

two girls appeared in the classroom, sliding the door open with ease upon seeing you with yungyu. they look almost scared for you, and after the short conversation you’ve had with your new friend, you see no reason as to why. 

you glance back from your friends to him, and all he does is grin at you. ‘that’s my cue’ he mouths silently, barely peaking a whisper.

he sits up from his seat while the girls rush towards you. in the middle of this, he takes his hand and swipes your pencil pouch on the floor, watching as all the pastel highlighters and pen scatter on the floor.

“see you tonight, y/n.” he slings one of his backpack straps over his shoulder, leaving you with your friends.

“what were you doing hanging out with him?” one frowns, kneeling down to help pick up your things.

“if he was bothering you i can tell a teacher! he’s bad news..” another one whines, squeezing your cheeks to make sure you’re okay.

“i’m fine guys, don’t worry.” you mutter, sliding out of your chair to gather the remains of your materials on the floor.

“i hope you didn’t let him convince you to go to that party.”

“our y/nnie is too kind to turn someone down, but it’s for your own good..”

was all of this for your own good? their words were like knives, only deepening the cut of curiosity. everyone called him bad, but you could hardly believe that. the past thirty minutes were living proof that there was so much more to him.

regardless of their words, you felt determined to go with him to that party. there was a high chance it would help you figure out who he really was behind this twisted persona people made of him.

the forest was dark and empty, only a small beacon of light in the distance that you walked towards. there was no saying why you let a boy you had only met mere hours ago lead you through the towering trees. 

leaves crunched below your hesitant feet, the only evidence that a living body has been through these depths. the grip yungyu had on your hand was almost enough to be scared of him, but it was mostly reassuring. he just didn’t want to lose sight of you.

as the party grew near, sparkling string lights weaved their way through the branches. they glistened in your eyes like stars. the chatter of people grew more audible, and before you knew it, the scene overwhelmed you.

food, drinks, a boom box, and a multitude of your classmates all gathered to have a fun time. your first party didn’t seem as scary as your friends drawn it out to be, and his presence didn’t make it any less intimidating.

“this looks fun, come on.” he pointed out, taking you farther into the crowd. 

“there’s so many people here.” you add, making your way through the large group of party - goers.

“wouldn’t expect much less from yoonsung. he knows everybody.”

you replied with a nod, still holding onto his cold hand. there was a small spot amongst everyone in the middle, where you both stayed put. 

people were dancing along to the music, similar to the way the flowers swayed against the wind in the spring time. suddenly, he unlaced his fingers from yours and placed them on his shoulders, snaking his own around your waist.

“do you dance?” he says quiet enough only for you to hear.

“ahm.. not really, i’ve never been good at it.”

“then follow my lead.”

“oh– okay!” you stammered, making him giggle at your obedience.

“eager, aren’t we?” he mentioned casually, “you know that i’m bad, yet you’re spending the night with me.”

“you’re the one that invited me out, stupid.” you pout, looking away from him.

“but you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, could you?” his hold around you tightened, pulling you closer to him. a blush crawled its way across your face.

“it wasn’t even like that!”

“what do you want from my world anyways? you’re just a good little girl.”

“and you’re supposed to be a bad little boy? that’s what you act like, but i don’t buy a second of it.” you argue playfully, “and even if you were like that, why do you want to hang out with me?”

“jeez, picking a fight with me already? i’m bad, but definitely not little.” he bites his tongue.

“not a fight, just trying to figure you out.” you admit, letting your tone turn slightly serious.

“what’s there to know when everything you’ve heard about me is probably true anyways?” he scoffs.

“that you make girls run away sobbing? that you graffitied the principals car over break? that you used to be some kind of bully?” you reply, “or maybe do you have feelings like everyone else and just don’t know how to handle them?”

“god, that got deep.” he laughed nervously, “you might be the realest person i’ve ever met.”

“you’re not so bad, you know.”

“not so bad? you barely even scraped the surface, it’s not something i have to try at. you on the other hand..”

“i’m not trying to be bad, yungyu. i’m hanging out with you because you’re my friend now, right?”

“from stalkers to friends to lovers, sounds like some weird fanfiction.” he teases.

“when are you gonna let that go?!” you grumble, letting your head fall forward into his chest.

“i’ll let it go whenever we get to that last part.”

“pfft.. what…?” you try to play it off.

removing your head from the spot on his chest, he’s already peering down at you; glancing from the plump of your lips back to your eyes. he moves a hand to place on your crown, gently forcing your head to tilt upwards to look at him.

and from all the things you’ve heard about yungyu, the one true thing was that eye contact with him could kill. it made you squirm in your spot against him, feeling a weird tension in your soul.

“you have a thing for me, it’s kind of obvious.”

“oh my god don’t say that out loud! it’s already weird that i’m here with you” you squeal, covering his mouth with your palm.

“so you’re not denying it?” his words are muffled.

“why do you always say such confusing things?! i don’t know if i like you yungyu, we’ve barely been talking for a full day.” you take your hand away with furrowed eyebrows.

“you know, you influenced me to pay closer attention to you. i guess you could say it gave me the crushes, i just wanted to see if you’d admit you had them too.” he confessed.

“you’re crazy, gyu.”

“am i really, though?” he muttered, tilting your chin to angle himself inches away from you. 

it made you freeze up, a weird whirlwind of emotions floating throughout your stomach to make you sick. there weren’t enough synonyms for flustered that you could think of, but you didn’t pull away.

why didn’t you pull away?

the answer was that you couldn’t, after scrutinizing him for months, he was finally in front of you where you wanted him. and that made you realize how simple everything was, laid out perfectly after playing your cards right. 

he was a person, and people are weird. they’re compelled to do crazy shit, and yungyu wasn’t an exception, you understood this.

when you didn’t flinch, nor wiggle in an endeavor to escape, he closed the small gap between you two. it was only a few seconds, not a single person nearby paying any attention. but the spark you felt was so real.

“wanna admit it now?” he smiles, pulling away from the heat of your lips.

“in your dreams, lee yungyu.”

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Day 17: Interrogation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb 

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song. 

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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”

“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”

“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”

“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?” 

Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting. 

He stayed silent.

Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.” 

She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit. 

“Now then.”

“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!” 

“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost. 

 It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade. 

And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.

Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head. 

“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling. 

Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”

Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter. 

Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.

“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!” 

“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?” 

“Neihihihin, plehease!” 

“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.” 

“Nohohohoho!” 

“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate. 

Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection. 

Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.” 

A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t. 

“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip. 

Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump. 

Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.

“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers. 

Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked. 

A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?” 

“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily. 

Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped. 

“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology. 

“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.” 

“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”

“So it’s not a tickle spell?” 

Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.” 

“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?” 

Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter. 

“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.

Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.

Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation. 

He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”

Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.

“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.” 

Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.

“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”

“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.” 

“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?” 

Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.” 

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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #161-170

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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161) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shinsou growled playfully, grabbing Deku’s ankle and hauling him back into his dorm room at UA. To shake things up, they’d gone to the purple-haired boy’s room instead, and though Shinsou knew the members of Class 1-A were more used to what was about to go down than his own classmates, he didn’t care. Deku had had his time with his friends all morning and afternoon. Tonight was just for the two of them.

Deku was giggling already, playfully clawing at the carpeted floor, trying to get away.

Shinsou threw himself onto his boyfriend, pinning him down with his chest to his back.

“Oof! Toshi!” Deku protested with a gasp. “Too heavy!”

“You trying to tell me something?” Shinsou teased, finding the hem of his shirt and diving his fingers into the space beneath it, grinning at Deku’s wild screech of laughter. “Hmm? What do you have to say, Zu?”

“Plehehehehehease!” Deku cried, one hand awkwardly trying to push him away (and failing) while the other attempted to hide his face.

Shinsou growled into his ear, “Hiding from me now? We can’t have that. Show yourself, cutie.”

Deku spasmed when the fingers scribbling at his lower tummy descended even further. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“Show me~” the taller boy sang playfully, pointer fingers finding the dip of his boyfriend’s hips and wiggling relentlessly. It gave him great satisfaction when Deku screamed and tried bucking him off but was unable to do more than wiggle uselessly on the ground. “Show me your face~ I want to see that beautiful smile~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUSH!!”

“Never.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, TOSHIEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!” Deku laughed so hard his face looked like a strawberry, with his freckles and mop of green hair. He pounded the floor desperately. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE ANY MOHOHOHOHORE TODAHAHAHAHAY!!”

Shinsou gasped in mock offense. “You mean you let your friends wear you out so I couldn’t play with you? How rude! Unfortunately for you…” he kissed his cheek, then continued, “…I live on the ground floor, and I have looooots of stamina. You’ll just have to deal with it, birthday boy~”

*

162) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

If Todoroki’s brushing Bakugou’s hair from his eyes wasn’t enough to make the blonde combust, the soft “you’re beautiful” that came with it certainly did the trick.

“W-What?” Bakugou sputtered, ducking his head and shoving lightly at his boyfriend’s chest. “Shut up, icy-hot.”

Todoroki was relentless. “But you are.” He gently cupped his cheek and maneuvered so they’d have to look each other in the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”

The atomic teen blushed but scowled, averting his gaze. “Couldn’t have called me something more masculine?”

“Like handsome?” Todoroki smiled. “Masculine is subjective. You’re handsome and beautiful. And hot. And kind—”

Bakugou clamped a hand over his mouth and shot him a glare. “I said shut up.”

There was a pause, then Todoroki dropped his hands from Bakugou’s face to his ribs, wiggling his fingers playfully.

Caught off-guard (and always more sensitive to touch when his partner was around), the blonde sputtered a second time and smiled despite himself, bringing his arms down protectively. “Hehehey, idiot, dohohohon’t—”

Todoroki grinned, gradually getting up in his space so he had to choice but to flop back, beginning to giggle in earnest now, squirming.

“My beautiful Bakugou~ Won’t you smile for me?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut—!” Bakugou squealed, then growled as he went on the offensive, reaching for Todoroki’s torso as well. “Tahahahake this!”

Todoroki yelped and burst into laughter, but never let up on his own tickle attack. “Nihihihice try, cheheheheater!”

“Cheheheheater?! You stahahahaharted it, icy-hohohohot!”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust lehehehehehet me call yohohohou beheheheheautiful already!”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

Eventually their tickling turned to kissing and soft murmurs of affection towards one another, and by the end of the night Bakugou didn’t mind being called beautiful so much anymore.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

*

163) Lee Kaminari, Ler Jirou

“Hold still, Denki!” Jirou demanded, her phone raised, half hiding her face as she waited for the camera to focus.

Kaminari’s entire body was tensed up, but he did his best to obey her. “I’m trying,” he managed through clenched teeth. “It tickles!”

The two of them had been enjoying a beautiful day outside – away from the others, away from the chaos their lives had become since starting school at UA – when a butterfly had decided to perch on the blonde’s ear. If it had held still it wouldn’t have been so bad, but it kept repositioning itself and fluttering its wings, and it was driving the electric hero up the wall.

“Got it,” Jirou announced triumphantly, angling her phone so he could see the picture she’d just taken. He smiled at it despite how goofy he looked. She’d been trying her hand at photography lately, and she was honestly good at it, even if he was often the unwitting subject of her focus.

“Looks great,” he told her. “Now can you please get it off of me? It’s driving me crazy!”

With a giggle, Jirou did as requested and gently shooed the butterfly on its way, watching as Kaminari sagged in obvious relief. She didn’t give him long at all before tackling him into the grass and pinning him down by his shoulders while her quirk went to work tracing the shells of his ears, wiggling behind them, making him squeal and laugh in earnest.

“Nohohohoho! Jirou, it tihihihihihickles!” he cried, blushing under her smiling gaze and her weight on his lap.

“I know, and it’s adorable.” She leaned down to gently pepper his face with kisses while her quirk continued to tickle his ears and neck. He opened his mouth to protest or plead or otherwise speak, but she stopped him with a kiss to his lips.

Kaminari’s heart leapt in his chest. He supposed he could take it for just a little bit longer after all.

*

164) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

Kirishima arched his back and clawed at the carpet, laughter going silent the longer Bakugou scratched ruthlessly at the bare sole of his foot. “Stahahahahahahahap!”

“No.” Bakugou smirked down at him, continuing to tickle. He was sitting on Kiri’s legs that were propped up on the couch while the boy himself lay down on the floor, the blonde’s arms busy behind him as he held his friend’s feet still while he relentlessly tickled each of them in turn.

Kirishima had asked for this, requested this exact positioning, and now that he was stuck in it, it looked like he was having some regrets.

“Plehehehehease!” the redhead begged, covering his eyes with one hand while clenching his t-shirt in his fist with the other, still laughing helplessly. “Quihihihihihit loohohohohohooking at me like thahahahahahat!”

“Again, no.” Bakugou grasped the toes of one of his feet and held them firmly still while scratching at the ball of said foot, grinning as Kiri lost his mind, rolling around on the floor in ticklish agony.

“Gahahahahahad, it tihihihihihickles so bahahahahahad!”

“Been a while since I tickled your feet, huh? They got more sensitive, it feels like.”

“Feheheheheheels like?! Yohohohohou’re nohohohohot the one lahahahahahaughing his ahahahahahass off!”

“I can feel your feet just as much as you can. For example…” The blonde dragged a fingernail up and down his arch. “I can tell you probably used lotion on them this morning before asking me to do this. Wanted to feel more ticklish, eh, Kirishima?”

Kiri arched his back again and laughed out his embarrassment. It was true that he’d hoped to feel more ticklish while stuck in this position with his friend; it had been forever since his feet had been tickle tortured, and while he wasn’t usually that into it, there was something so deliciously fun about being stuck laughing like this, with Bakugou grinning wickedly down at him, enjoying it just as much.

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Kirishima pleaded, then suddenly shrieked when the blonde started digging between his toes. “Nohohohohohohoho! Not the tohohohohohohoes, plehehehehehease! Bahahahahahakugou!!”

His friend merely gave him an evil, playful wink and continued tickling him to pieces.

*

165) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku

Bakugou had done his fair share of finding ways to restrain Deku while tickling the snot out of him. He’d lost a good several neckties to the cause, but it was all worth it to watch the nerd struggle and beg but ultimately not be able to do anything to stop him until he activated his quirk out of sheer desperation.

But Deku using Blackwhip to do the same thing to him?

That…that was just unfair.

“I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOU FOR THIS DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!” he screamed as his rival and friend dug mercilessly into his death spot – the space between his armpits and ribs – while forcing his arms above his head with one of his quirk’s new abilities.

Deku was sitting on his lap with the biggest smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding a way to repay the favor Bakugou had shown him over and over again in their years of tickle fighting. He giggled. “I thought you were trying to use my first name now?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOHOLD ME YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CARE!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and shrieked with hysterical, uncontrollable laughter when Deku began knuckling into that spot. “STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEASE DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!"

“I don’t mind if you want to keep calling me that. Most of the time.” Deku smirked down at him, knowing full well he had him in a position to make him do or say anything he wanted and thoroughly enjoying it. “But right now I think I want to hear you say it. I’ll stop if you beg me to using my real name, okay, Kacchan?”

Bakugou keened miserably, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IT IZUHUHUHUHUHKU!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Deku stopped as promised, sliding his hands down to his friend’s belly and scribbling gently there to gradually get him back down to a string of happy giggles before ceasing altogether, recalling his quirk and thus freeing the atomic blonde, who sagged into the ground, gasping for breath.

“Are you…are you okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked hesitantly, worried he may have gotten overeager when he realized what Blackwhip could do. “Was it too much?”

“Freakin’…always too much…in that spot, nerd…” Bakugou replied between breaths. A moment went by, and then he grinned all on his own. “Didn’t think…you had it in you…Izuku.”

Deku beamed. “I learned from the best, Katsuki.”

*

166) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

“Get back here, Deku, you toady asshole!”

Deku laughed, expertly dodging yet another of Bakugou’s green shell barrages and moving up the ranks from fourth to second. “Come on, Kacchan, I beat you every time. Don’t get mad just because you’re no good.”

Bakugou growled beside him. He hit a double item block and laughed victoriously. “Dodge this blue shell, nerd!”

Of course, at that exact moment, Deku’s character snatched up a horn and was able to deflect the attack just after claiming first place, crossing the finish line just in time.

“I win again!”

Bakugou crossed in fourth, tossed his controller to the side, and plunged his fingers into Deku’s ribs. The greenette squealed and fell back on the couch, dropping his own controller in favor of trying to defend himself.

“Nohohohoho, Kacchahahahahan!”

“Let me tickle you! I’ve got to get this anger out somehow, and clearly I’m not doing it through Mario Kart!”

Bakugou – an expert at tickling his childhood friend – quickly straddled him so he couldn’t roll away, shoving his tickling fingers under Deku’s shirt to dig into the bare skin, watching the smaller boy’s face light up with a giant smile with satisfaction. If he couldn’t beat him at video games, at least he could beat him in a tickle fight.

Deku squealed and giggled and halfheartedly pushed at the blonde’s hands. “Stohohohohohop, Kacchan! No fahahahahahahair!”

“You never liked it when I played fair in our tickle fights.” Bakugou smirked. “As a matter of fact, I’d bet money that you were antagonizing me on purpose to get me to do this, weren’t you, Deku?”

The greenette’s dark blush was answer enough, even without the whiny laughter and weak protests.

“Thought so,” Bakugou chuckled, finding the spot on his lower ribs that Deku always seemed to love having tickled, feeling another rush of satisfaction when his friend tossed his head back and laughed more freely than before. “Since you wanted it so bad, I’ll make sure to tickle you extra good, you silly little nerd.”

*

167) Lee Todoroki, Ler Deku

“Wow, Todoroki,” Deku marveled as he took in the state of their dorm’s living room. He could barely make anyone out for the sudden fog. “This is really impressive! Good job.”

Todoroki’s “thank you” was a quiet mumble, but the greenette could hear how proud he was of himself. He didn’t like to combine his heat and ice unless necessary, but his friends had begged him to try for the sake of giving their dorm an eerie look for Halloween, and Deku could tell that he thought it was pretty awesome too.

“Where’s the creepy music? Bring it on already!” demanded Bakugou, and soon a cheesy Halloween soundtrack off of YouTube was playing through a set of speakers, and a cheer went up among them.

As the others indulged in some spooky-themed snacks or gathered to play games together, Deku sidled up to his partner and nudged him playfully. “Knew you could do it.”

“I thought I could, too,” Todoroki admitted softly. “I just…”

Deku took his hand. “I know.”

Todoroki smiled at him gratefully. Deku smiled back, then shivered. “But now it’s kind of chilly in here, don’t you think?”

“It adds to the ambience.”

“It does.” Deku shifted so he was hugging his boyfriend, snuggling into his chest. He was aware that Todoroki’s heart began to race faster – cute! – but he was on a mission, and he wouldn’t be deterred. “But still…can you keep me warm, Shoto?”

“Hmm? Of course I ca-hahahan!” Todoroki squealed and slapped a hand over his mouth when the smaller boy began playfully tickling his sides. “Ehehehehe wahahahait! Midohohoriya!”

Somewhere nearby, a couple of the girls cooed at him, making him blush furiously and squirm in a desperate attempt to get away.

Deku beamed up at him. “Trick or treat!”

Todoroki could barely form a retort, he was so flustered. He giggled and pushed uselessly at his partner. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahave any cahahahahandy!”

“That’s okay. Your laughter is sweet enough to make up for it!”

*

168) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!” Bakugou cried through helpless giggles as his partner tackled him to the floor, sticky fingers tickling along his upper ribs. “You’re mahahahahaking a mehehehehess, idiot!”

“Oh, I am?” Todoroki teased, smirking at his boyfriend. “What a pity.”

They’d been given the task of making caramel apples for their dorm’s Halloween party that evening – something they knew they’d be able to handle easily, which was probably why Todoroki felt it safe to mess around a little while getting the job done.

The only problem was, he had caramel all over his fingers when he started tickling his unsuspecting partner, which meant said caramel was now on his upper ribs.

Bakugou tried shoving him away with his elbow so as not to get the caramel on his hands in his boyfriend’s hair. “Quihihihihihit it! You’re mahahahahaking me stihihihihicky, icy-hohohohohot!”

Todoroki stopped tickling, but only to grin at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou knew him too well not to know what was coming next. He panicked.

“No!”

“But Katsuki…”

“No!”

“You said yourself I’m making a mess. It’s only fair that I clean it up…”

“No, no, no – NOHOHOHOHOHO ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and roared with laughter when Todoroki began licking up the caramel that had gotten stuck to his boyfriend’s upper ribs. It was just coincidence that it happened to be his most ticklish spot – total coincidence. Definitely.

Todoroki expertly kept Bakugou’s flailing arms at bay as he went to work, even throwing in a little tickle bite here and there to make him scream. He grinned at the hysterics he was pulling from his usually grumpy partner. “Hold still, I’m almost done~”

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOU, ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“What’s that? You want me to keep going?”

Bakugou screeched. “NONONO WAIT—!!”

They did eventually get the caramel apples done, but they may or may not have run out of caramel for the last couple of apples by the time the party started.

*

169) Lee Deku, Ler Eri

“Mr. Deku…I don’t think I’m doing this right…”

Deku glanced over at Eri’s pumpkin, which had a very jagged, toothy-looking smile etched into it barely just below the eyes. The proportions were a little off, but considering a child was behind it, Deku found it rather endearing.

“It looks cute, Eri!” he told her, ruffling her hair.

She looked over at his own pumpkin and frowned. “But…yours looks more like the ones in the stores.”

“So? I think it’s cool that yours doesn’t look like everyone else’s. Don’t you?”

Eri glanced back at her own, then at his, then back again. Deku could tell she was comparing herself, and he hated that for her.

He set his carving tool aside. “Look, Eri.” He traced his finger along the wide smile of her pumpkin. “It kind of looks like yours is laughing. See? His smile is huge! It looks like he’s really happy.”

Eri thought about it for a moment. “Kind of like Mr. Lemillion.”

Deku laughed. “Yeah, just like him!” He couldn’t wait to tell Mirio that he’d been compared to a jack-o-lantern.

“Or you,” she added, tentatively poking his side. “You smile big like that when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku.”

He blushed. “Y-Yeah…I guess I probably do.”

Eri was obviously feeling a little better about her pumpkin now, because she gave him a shy smile and wiggled her little fingers into his side, making him yelp and giggle on instinct.

“H-Hey!” he stammered, blushing and squirming away when she reached for him again. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna see if I made my pumpkin look like you when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku,” she said. “If I did, then I think I like it just as it is.”

Well…he couldn’t really say anything to that, could he?

Deku allowed her to climb on top of him and tickle him for just a bit to make her feel better, doing his best to make sure his face looked as goofy as the pumpkin so she’d be happy with it. He’d hate for her to feel disappointed in her very first jack-o-lantern, after all.

*

170) Lee Dabi, Ler Hawks

“H-Hahahahahawks! Stohohohop it!” Dabi snickered, trying to pull his hand away from his boyfriend’s grip while shoving at his shoulder with the other.

Hawks smirked at him, keeping his wrist pinned down while he scratched gently but ruthlessly at his palm. “Nah.”

“Thihihihis is embahahaharrasing! Quit it!”

“It’s not unusual to be ticklish, Dabi.”

“You knohohohohow what I mehehehehean!” Dabi snorted, then buried his face into Hawks’ shoulder to hide his blush. “Stahahahahap!”

Hawks grinned to himself, unfurling his wings while he kept up his gentle tickle assault. Ticklish palms. Just like Shoto, he thought. Dabi was more like his brother than he liked to let on. And well…Hawks didn’t know about this next spot on the youngest Todoroki son, but he did know about it on the oldest.

“Haah-aiieehehehehahahaha Hahahahahahawks!” Dabi screeched, arching his back as the hero’s feathers enclosed around both of them, brushing along the bare skin of the villain’s back. He squirmed and cackled, finally freeing his other hand to then use both in self-defense. “You bahahahahahastard! Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehehe!”

Hawks grinned at him. “Nah,” he said again, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute like this.”

“Yohohohohou’re wihihihihihicked! Completely ehehehehehevil!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the worst.” Hawks kissed his neck. “But I don’t see you trying to get away.” Also like Shoto.

Dabi blushed bright scarlet and covered his face as he dissolved into giggles, Hawks’ feathers brushing along his shoulder blades and back with a gentle ruthlessness that had him totally helpless. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

Hawks chuckled too, then finally kissed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

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Could we get headcanons for the LOV +Hawks? They're a nightmare found family and must have violent tickle fights...

⋋🕯️LoV Tkl Headcanons🕯️⋌

~Alright, got these in! I love doing these hcs, it's fun just splatting ideas down on here! I've already done KFC and Crispy Boi, so I'll link them below. These maniacs would absolutely get into some wild fights, especially when tensions are high. Warning, this is super long, so be prepared (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠). Thank you for requesting!~

(Hawks and Dabi hcs)

🎮Shigaraki⊰⁠⊹

General:

Neutral on tickling. Doesn't hate it, not super crazy about it.

He's just gotta be in the right mood at the right time.

Will kill anyone who tries to get him to admit it, but he doesn't totally hate it.

I'd say he's a lee. Besides the obvious risk of disintegrating someone, I just feel that he wouldn't want to touch another person like that for that long. Again, certain mood, certain time.

Lee:

On the semi-rare occasion that he does get into a lee mood, he tries his best to ignore it.

He's the leader of the League! “Leaders don't indulge in childish things, it's below me!”

Yeah, that fails after about twenty minutes of denial.

This touch-starved boyo can not fight off a mood like that for long.

He'll try to subtly provoke one of the other members into doing it. Wearing one of his more beat-up shirts, crop top, maybe a tank top. Sitting with his arms behind his head, sassing them, everything he can think of.

The only one who ever really gets him is Mr. Compress. Someone else might pick up on the hints, but are too scared for their lives to do anything about it.

Lighter stuff works best on him, though in certain spots, some good digging will be rewarded.

His worst spots are his palms and thighs.

It feels like his quirk would make those boys really sensitive, though you have to be careful around his fingers. Maybe some special gloves with the palm cut out? Eh, they'll get creative.

Melt spot would be his back. Light tracing, maybe feathers or something along those lines. Either way, he loves it.

Raspy, restrained little giggles at first. Boy refuses to laugh.

You get him good, though, and it'll be ear-splitting cackles and old-door-level squeaks.

📏Twice🎭

General:

Switchy-switch, depending on what side of him is leading.

His calmer, more rational side typically means lee mood.

His angrier, more violent side normally means ler mood.

Twice thinks tickling is a fun way to bond with his fellow members, as well as just relaxing and enjoying it.

Lee:

When he gets lee moods, they're often in-his-face and hard to ignore. Big, obtrusive need to get his shit wrecked.

The observant among the members can point it out. Extra giddiness, little jokes he wouldn't normally tell, and random giggles. Coin toss on who ends up giving a fuck, but still.

Hawks is usually his ler, though Toga is next in line. It's easy to get Hawks annoyed enough to send a feather after him. Toga is sadistic enough to wreck him whenever; it's asking her that's hard.

Worst spots are his ribs and armpits. Pitchy, boisterous cackles when you go for them.

Melt spot is his back. He loves back rubs that slowly become tickly, or just straight-up scribbles.

Ler:

Evil little shit about it. The harsher personality has a field day.

If he's having a decent day and is feeling cruel enough, he’ll make a clone or two to help him.

Big squeezes, drilling into worst-spots, raspberries, you name it. He wants to see his lee cackling before he's done.

The kind of mf to say “Citchie citchie coo~” without a hint of shame.

Most of the time, he'll give revenge tickles. Occasionally, though, there'll be a softer ler that pokes out just for comfort purposes.

Aftercare really depends on who it is. Most of the time, his nicer side comes out.

He'll do anything from smug comments to back rubs and a fluffy blanket.

🔪Toga🩸

General:

First off: girlie loves tickling

Can and will bring it up confidently. She's already kinda crazy—who cares what they think about this?

Gives ler-leaning switch vibes, methinks. Always ready to destroy someone, but wouldn't mind some pokes along the way~

Lee:

While they're less frequent, she definitely gets lee moods.

Knowing he'll almost always provide, she typically goes to Twice for tickly aid. If he's unavailable, though, it's skillfully tricking other members into giving her what she wants.

Very squirmy, can and will break your nose if you're not careful.

Worst spots are her hips. A few squeezes there and she's down for the count.

Melt spot would have to be her palms. She kinda gives off attention whore vibes, so she'd love any light, affectionate traces on them.

Got a bright and bubbly laughter that descends into cackles if you get her good. Blushes very easily, though she'll always have some blood-related excuse.

Ler:

Run for the hills, my friend.

Ruthless little ler, doesn't like to stop until her lee is a teary, tickle-drunk mess.

She loves building up anticipation, big on tickle games and hide-and-seek chases

Light tracing up and down a lee's midriff, stopping just shy of their worst spots before digging in.

Most teasing bitch to ever roam the Earth-

“Oooooh, your cheeks are so red! I love that color on you, cutie~” “Laugh for me! You know you wanna~”

“Oh, I'm sorry, does that word make it worse? A-tickle tickle tickle!”

Most frequent lee is Twice, though she's gotten everyone at least once before.

Not much aftercare unless you ask. Maybe a glass of water or some rubs. If requested, though, she'll cling to you for hours.

🎩Mr. Compress🔮

General:

So we can all agree he's the group dad-friend, right?

Tell me you don't see it. That's right, you can't-(/hj)

Sees tickling as a fun way to bond and de-stress. Often used by him as a cheer-up method.

I'd say switch on this one. He doesn't really seem to lean either way—only that his friends are enjoying themselves!

Lee:

Doesn't really get lee moods, though he's always open to a playful session with one of the League members.

Kinda like a human stress-toy volunteer

He doesn't mind it at all—it’s fun! What's the harm if it's doing somebody some good?

Worst spots are his belly and upper back. Get him there and he's a goner.

For melt spot, I'd say his tops of his thighs/calves. Man seems like he'd enjoy some leg tickles.

Deep, rich laughter. Kinda like Santa, but less ho-ho-hoey, ya know?

Ler:

Paternal tickle monster, no discussion.

He's got the “mental anguish” radar that good dads just seem to magically have.

He'll ask if they're okay and talk it out before starting his “special treatment” for their problem.

As said before, tickle monster gimmick is his thing.

“Is somebody stressed out? You know, tired minds are a special monster's favorite prey…”

“You'd better be careful with that frown around here. You don't wanna wake up…the Tickle Monster!”

“I can't hear you, dear! The Monster's taken over, and he's hungry for laughter!”

Seems like they'd kill him for it, but when they're upset, his silly antics are just what they need.

Tickles Twice and Toga the most, mainly to help with episodes or get Toga to wind down.

Shigaraki occasionally gets it, either for lee-mood help or pressure alleviation.

🗡️Spinner🦎

General:

He seems like a ler, ya know?

Like, he wouldn't hate being tickled, but he much prefers doing it to others.

Is a little too prideful to say it, but finds tickling people to be a fun way to wind down. Also, laughter is just adorable.

Ler:

He'd be kinda in the middle on the roughness-scale. He's not gonna go feather-light, but his goal isn't to kill you. Just enough to get some good belly laughter.

But like bro…have you seen those claws?

Ajhdbhwhs-

Ista-death, no matter how he uses them. Gentle traces? Butterflies swarming. And if he decides to be cruel? Kiss your diaphragm goodbye-

Also, the snooty-snout? Besides being cute, I'm betting tickle nibbles would be double-evil.

Teasing bastard, but affectionately. He can't help but be a jerk, but it's all in good fun.

“Man, you're so ticklish! I've got no idea how you've survived this long.”

“I didn't even know it was possible to blush that hard! You're teaching me new things every day, giggles.”

“Wouldn't it suck if I went for your worst spot? What's that? Hmm, guess I'll do it now if you're gonna be like that…”

Favorite lee would probably be Shigaraki

Picture it: fanboy getting to tickle his obsession-boy and hearing his laugh. And if Shiggy’s in a lee mood? It's a trillion times better for him.

After crusty-man, he'd go for Mr. Compress. Tickling the dad-man could make any one of the members smile, and Spinner is no exception.

Teasy aftercare. Besides the snide comments and little remarks, he's nice with it. Glass of water, potential couch-cuddles afterwards with a video game or movie.

#mha tickle #ticklish!shigaraki #ticklish!toga #ticklish!mr compress #ticklish!twice #ler!spinner #sfw tickling community #tickle #sfw tickle headcanons #my hero academia tickle #lee!shigaraki #lee!toga #lee!mr compress #lee!twice #ler!shigaraki #ler!twice #ler!toga #ler!mr compress #bnha tickle #tickle hcs

[littlespidermonkey]

If i had only known how it feels to be yours...

#hello my name is lee and my life goal is to steal all of edbella's songs and use them for j/b #lee's wild scribbles #twilight #twilight saga #team jacob #jacob x bella #bella x jacob #blackswan #swanblack #i had to use the html editor to make this format right #this isn't the top secret project btw rewatching just made me remember it #i made this like.... a year ago? then couldn't decide how to put it together #font used is oswald

[nonbinary-androids]

I couldn't get the full fic out in time, but here's a snippet from versions of me, my post Magisterium fix-it fic! This is from the last chapter, at Tamara's graduation party.

Someone a few years younger than him approached, at first cautiously, then strode over boldly. There was no fear in her eyes as she spoke, but plenty of derision. “Are you Alex Strike?”

Aaron smiled at her. “Actually, it’s Hunt.”

As if they’d put it on a cue, Call swooped in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey,” Aaron said, looping an arm around Call’s waist.

“Hey, baby,” Call said, barely sparing the stranger a second glance. Instead, he gave Aaron the biggest, goopiest love-eyes he could and kept the playful smirk on the side of his face where she couldn’t see. “All set to go home?”

“Definitely.”

As soon as they were into their car and away from spying eyes, Call burst into laughter. Aaron let himself crack too, giggling with his husband.

“Actually it’s Hunt? Holy shit, Aaron, that party’s going to go wild,” he cackled.

Only a few years ago, Aaron would have submitted himself to the whims of the Assembly’s desires for him, probably wouldn’t even have shown up at the party in the first place. Now?

“Didn’t even mention that it’s Dr. Aaron Hunt,” he replied, putting his hand on Call’s shoulder. “I thought I was quite reserved.”

“Heads would have exploded if you’d mentioned that,” Call said, turning on the car. “As it is, I think Tamara’s going to be late. Probably getting a lot of questions.”

#lee's wild scribbles #magisterium #calron #magisterium day #magisterium anniversary #this after aaron has gone thru so much therapy and like five breakdowns btw #pls be nice to me this is the first time i've posted my writing in more than 3 yrs #this is also like. barely edited bc i just wanted to get something out

[ticklish-n-stuff]

HIHI I HEARD REQUESTS ARE OPEN YIPPEEE

CAN I REQUEST PLATONIC LER FRANCIS X READER WHERE THE READER IS UP WAY TOO LATE AND BEING CHAOTIC TO THE REST OF THE GUILD AND FRANCIS ENDS UP HAVING TO DEAL WITH EM

-RESIDENT FRANCIS ENJOYER (YOU KNOW WHO I AM KJSBHJKHB)

Ler!Francis x gn!reader

It was a rough day for both of us so here's some ler Francis for the soul~

I didn't proofread btw akdhskfhsj

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Francis x gn!reader (platonic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Francis

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was the ungodly hours of 5 am, everyone else at the guild had gone to sleep except for one particular member...

Francis was currently hot on your tails, having spent who knows how long trying to drag you back to your room, but you were just too full of energy. Even though he was dead tired, he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing one of his kids was still running around causing chaos.

"Y/n, get back here!" he yelled after you in mock anger, while you only stuck your tongue out playfully in response. Oh you were really asking for it, he thought to himself.

Your giggles echoed across the hallways as you kept running around. You were so caught up in the moment, blinded by giddiness, that you ended up bumping into someone, causing you to tumble down to the ground. It was none other than Louisa.

"Eep?! I-I'm so sorry Y/n! Are you okay?!" her face instantly flushed in embarrassment as she held a hand out for you to grab, swiftly pulling you up on your feet.

"Ahaha! Yeah, I'm fine!" you responded with a bright smile, calming down her nerves a bit.

"A-anyways, what are you doing out here so late...?" she tilted her head curiously.

"I couldn't sleep, too much energy!~" you practically vibrated in the spot. "But what about you?! What are YOU doing out here so late?~" you crossed your arms as you waited for a response.

"Me?! I- uhh..." she looked away in embarrassment, but before she could think of an excuse, Franci's loud voice echoed, coming towards you!

"Aha! I've found you, pipsqueak!" he cheered triumphantly, coming up behind you and hoisting you up in his arms with ease.

"Gyah! F-Francis, put me down...!" you kicked your legs out, your face quickly turning red from being caught.

"Not so fast now, I still need to punish you for disturbing the peace~" he teased jokingly. "Ah, Louisa, since you're here, hold him down for me~"

"Wha-?!" her face darkened as Francis practically flung you over to Louisa's arms. Even though she looked delicate, she had a firm grip around you.

"Now, y'know what happens to those who disobey the rules, right?~" Francis loomed over you with a teasing smirk on his face, making you blush harder.

"Uhh... y-you set them free...?~" you asked with a nervous grin, already feeling the butterflies going wild in your stomach.

At that, his grin grew more sinister "Mm nope, they get tickled!~". With that, his hands shot down to your stomach, scribbling and scratching all over it.

"WAH-! PFFT! AHAHAHAHA!" you squealed and shrieked in ticklish glee while squirming like a fish out of water in Louisa's arms, even she had a hard time surpressing her smile from your adorable reactions.

"My, such a sensitive belly you have~ I wonder if there's a spot that'll REALLY drive you wild in laughter~" he chuckled as you shook your head around.

"NOHOHO! I-IHI'M NOHOT TICKLISH!" you blurted out through hysterics, causing the other two to laugh in amusement.

"That so? So if I bring my hands down here... it won't tickle?~" as he said that, he snuck his hands under your shirt. His fingers poking and pinching at the bare skin now.

"EEP-! N-NO!" you squeaked and jolted at each playful touch, trying and failing to control your reactions.

"Hmm... let's see...~" he started to poke and wiggle his index finger along your navel, which really got the giggles going.

"AHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! S-STAHAHAP!" you begged through snorts of laughter. Your face was completely red at this point, your body was already feeling the toll the tickling gave it.

"Uhh sir? I think he's had enough" Louisa piqued up as she noticed your giggles dying down and you stopped struggling.

"Aww, alright lovebug~" he placed one final, teasing poke on your navel before stopping. You quickly gasped for breath, your chest heaving from the torture you had been put through. But it was still enjoyable nontheless. Before the other two could react, you fell sound asleep in Louisa's arms.

"Aww, looks like he's all tuckered out now" Louisa softly cooed.

"Here, I'll bring them back to their room" Francis gently held your sleeping frame as he brought you to your room to rest, a bright smile plastered on your face the entire time.

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Sorry if it's short, I literally forgor how to write words- 💀

#bsd #bsd tickle #tickle fic #bsd tickle fic #bsd x reader #francis fitzgerald #francis x reader #ler!francis #lee!reader

[radio-navlee]

Maybe some lee!trent ler!duncan ?

sure thing! Expect I don’t rlly know how to write for Trent… so this might be a little.. sloppy? (Omg I completely forgot I was writing this, if it comes out like 2 months after requested I’m so sorry!!)

Duncan sat on the dock of shame with one leg dangling off the edge and the other proped up to rest his chin on. He heard foot steps from behind him but didn’t bother to pay attention to them. The foot step slowly stoped which made Duncan turn to face who was standing behind him.

“oh, it’s just you,” Duncan said with boredom in his voice

“Just me? What does that mean? Did you expect there to be a pack of wild bison?” Trent laughed

“Dude, we’re in Canada.. also I ment ‘Just you’ bc any other guy would be less boring!” Duncan groaned,

“Oh whatever! Would u rather it be me or Owen?”

“Hmm..” Duncan hummed pretending to think, “I think…”

“Alright! You proved your point!” Trent rolled his eyes as Duncan laid a soft smile on his face. Trent sat down next to him and thought for a moment.

“You and Courtney huh? Hows that going down?” Trent said nudging Duncan with his elbow

“Me and Courtney? How about you and Gwen?”

“Well…..”

“Well?”

“I don’t really think she’s into me a whole lot!”

“You’ve got to be the most. Blind. Per-son. On- the. Plan-et!” Duncan joked poking Trent with each word he said

“Sure she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, her personality it awesome and she’s just a great girl over all! I’d do anything for her just to notice me once!”

“Damn you’re down bad!” Duncan said giving him a look,

“Im not as down bad as you, you’d do the same with Courtney!” Trent said, getting defensive

“noho-way! I’d never, her perfect brown hair the way her eyes stare daggers at me, I’d-“

“See! That! You like Courtney!”

“What? No, I just…..” Duncan turned away thinking

“You just?” Trent said in a mocking voice,

“Shut up man!” Duncan smiled a bit punching into Trent’s arm

“Hey!” Trent smiled back punching Duncan harder.

This then turned into a wrestling match where Duncan pinned Trent down laughing

“Youre weak! Did you know that?” Duncan said

“No, I didn’t! T-thanks for that information!” Trent said struggling under Duncan, kicking the dock with his feet and arching his back to try to get up. (It didn’t work)

eventually Trent brought his leg up to his stomach so he could kick Duncan off him. Not wanting to hurt him, Trent lightly nudged his foot into Duncan’s stomach.

“Duhuhude!” Duncan laughed releasing one of Trent’s arms to stop the foot tickling into his stomach

“W-hat?” Trent said still struggling to get the upper hand

“Don’t do that!” Duncan said kinda quiet

“What? This?” Trent asked wiggling his foot again into Duncan’s stomach

Duncan’s eyes widened, trying not to giggle, grabbed and pushed Trent’s foot back down.

“Yehes! That!”

Trent easily connected the dots, Duncan’s ticklish, stomach ticklish, foot tickle stomach, Duncan embarrassed.

“Why? Does it tickle?” Trent said in a baby mocking voice.

“Shut! Up! You’re so loud!” Duncan said shushing Trent, looking around paranoid.

“Oh, I’m loud! Oh oh sor-ry!” Trent said annoyed

“yeah! You are loud!” Duncan said pinning Trent’s arms again

He gave Trent a smug, I’ll make you pay, smile. Trent panicked, squirming under Duncan and looking for an opportunity to try to get away, it was too late.

“Duncan! I don’t know what you plan to do,” Yes he did, Trent knew what he was about to do. “But I’m begging you this is not the right way to handle things!”

“oh? Is it? I’ll show you loud!” Duncan said before using 1 hand to pin Trent and the other to scribble into Trent’s stomach

“AHaha! Wahahait! Duncan!!” Trent giggled, his stomach wasn’t his worst spot, but it kinda embarrassed Duncan seeing how little he reacted compared to him.

Duncan moved his fingers up to his armpits, Trent’s laughter raised a bit but not as much as Duncan wanted it to raise.

“Ohohokahay!! YoOhou made your POHOint!” Trent laughed, using his legs to kick Duncan in the back. It was a good try but all it felt like is if somebody tapped you on the shoulder to ask a question.

Duncan still wanting the satisfaction of showing how loud Trent can get, he moved down.

“waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! If yohour doing whahat i think you’re dohoing- DUNCAN!” Trent pleaded for Duncan’s attention, too bad Duncan had other plans.

Duncan squeezed Trent’s hips, causing Trent to let out a squeaky laughter.

“DUNCAN!! I-IHIHI-I! PLEHEHEAHASE!!” Trent stoped trying to kick Duncan, instead he started to kick dock harder.

“So you are loud?” Duncan gave Trent a cheeky grin

“YEHEAHASS!! YEHEHAS!! PLEHEHASE LET ME GOHAHAHA!!” Trent screamed,

Duncan quickly stoped, not wanted to get caught by the other campers. Trent pulled his arms down to try to rub away the tickles, eventually just hugging his middle and giggling to himself.

“What’s wrong? Was somebody too loud?” Duncan mocked

“Shuhuhut! It!” Trent panted out still catching his breath.

After Trent recovered, he and Duncan just sat in silence for a while. But Trent just had to say something

“So are you gonna act like that whole thing was caused because you were too embarrassed to admit you were ticklish?” Trent asked, smiling when he saw Duncan’s face turn from a ‘whatever’ to a ‘Oh shit’

"I wouldnt say that!" Duncan say quick, thinking of other excuses in case Trent were to ask more question.

“Calm down, I was just messing with you!” Trent chuckled poking Duncan's stomach. Duncan gasped and stared at Trent, Trent just smiled and got up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Trent waved leaving Duncan to think to him self.

(God this took so long to write for no reason! I also completely forgot about it for a good month! Sorry Kasey!!)

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfic #total drama tickles #total drama tickle #lee!trent #Ler!Duncan

[fickle-tiction]

I’m very predictable so for the 3 sentence fics: lee Bruce, ler Clark, collarbones or hips?

a bonus but only if it inspires u: ler Bruce/Diana, lee Clark, ribs

- @tickle-bugs

"This is ridi-hihihi-iculous." Bruce did not giggle these words. He spoke them. In a super mature way. He also wasn't trying to sink to his knees, despite Clark's arms crossed over his chest, pulling his back flush with Clark's own chest. No, that would be undignified.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this spot, B." Clark was trying to sound hurt, but he couldn't stop smiling like a dork and it was audible in his voice.

"I didn't know." Bruce not-giggled, hands coming up to latch around Clark's wrists as Clark danced his fingertips over the thin skin of Bruce's collarbone.

"What other secrets are you keeping from me, Mr Wayne?" Clark whispered directly into Bruce's ear, causing him to not-shriek as he cackled and curled forward, slowly turning into a puddle in his arms.

~~~~Bonus drabble because I love you---

"You are both te-hahaha-terrible people!" Clark cackled, cheeks flushed pink as he laughed in delight. Diana was holding his wrists in a steel grip, pinned to the bed on either side of his head while Bruce scribbled wild fingers up and down his ribs, taking care to curl into the spaces between the bones just to see Clark jolt and choke on his laughter.

"Says the guy who tickled my ass during sex last night."

"Do not feel ashamed, Bruce. It is perfectly natural to finish right after a jolt of unexpected pleasure. We do not think any less of you."

"OhMyGod" Bruce didn't normally embarass easily, but he could feel heat creeping up his neck at Diana's teasing smile. "You're supposed to be on my side right now."

"I do not pick sides. I simply help whoever asks."

"Hey Di-hihihi-- can you help m--muaha"

Bruce slipped his hands under Clark's shirt and scratched his trim nails over Clark's bare skin so he couldn't finish that sentence.

#This is not 3 sentences #But I love you so what did you expect #Thanks for dragging ler Bruce and Lee Clark out of me #They're fun to write but I never think to flip their positions like that #It's awesome #ticklish!bruce wayne #Ticklish!Clark kent #Tickling #Drabble #Ask game

[blushyeleven]

okay so I’m finally writing the Sam and Tara fic because there isn’t enough scream tickle content and ive been in a rlly bad Lee mood for these two for the past couple of weeks😭

note: I started this back in may😭

Characters: ler!sam lee!tara

Warnings: tickles, swearing

𝑵𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒏

It was early evening. The sun was setting, leaving the sky filled with mesmerising hues of pink and orange. Looming over the wild and busy city that was New York.

Tara was happilly sat on her Sofa at her Shared Apartment, deciding to relax after a long and tiring day at college. Sam hadn’t been home from work long and was making herself busy in her bedroom while you could hear faint voices coming from Quinn’s rooms, assuming Quinn was with one of her “male friends” tara decided not to bother her and just stay laying on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. Her time to relax from the world around her. The way she put her mind at ease and comfort. Reading blogs and scrolling through short funny videos.

Tara also found enjoyment in reading fanfiction, she could get lost in the stories and forget the world she was currently in. She actually decided to look for some fan fiction to read.. but taras taste in fanfiction wasn’t the day to day genres you would normally see. Nothing intense or taboo, she didn’t enjoy reading those. She was just very open to unusual and unheard of ideas within fan fiction. She loved seeing what people would come up with in a couple of paragraphs. So as she was scrolling aimlessly through her phone she stumbled upon a fanfic title that made her face react with a vibrant blush, plastered across her cheeks.

“Tickle fan fiction”. “What the fu-“ she giggled to herself. But her curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on it. As she tapped on it she was met with a whole new google page full of fan fictions that seemed to be centred around a character being tickled. She giggled at the idea, thinking it was just silly but also kinda cute at the same time as she sat reading some. Clearly interested. She felt drawn to them in some sort of way. She wondered why this was a thing but at the same time enjoyed reading them. It was obvious that the fan fictions she was reading wasn’t anything to do with a kink or fetishes but just playful tickle fights and she quite enjoyed reading them. Mostly because it gave her a sense of nostalgia from when her and sam were younger and they use to break out into vicious tickle fights a lot but as they grew up that wasn’t so common. Tara missed the feeling of rolling around on the floor, giggling childishly as sams fingers scribbled around her whole body. She found herself getting lost In thought and intensely blushing at her nostalgic memories. Tara was Never one that hated being tickled, she viewed it as something that brought her and her friends closer, just spending time, laughing and rolling around the floor. Because for those two minutes everything felt right in the world. She also never hated the feeling but none of this crossed her mind until she found these fanfictions

She just laid across the sofa, loosing track of the time as she just carried on reading the tickle fanfiction.

She was so focussed on these that she didn’t even see Sam come out of her room and call her name. “Tara?” Sam said and that’s when Tara snapped back into reality “oh! h-hey sam!” Sams presence obviously caught Tara off guard and that was noticeable by her voice. “You alright there?” Sam giggled seeing Tara look a little surprised. “Yup! All good! How was your day at work?” Tara asked, her eyes still following the words on her screen. “It was good, boring as always but it was good! How was college?” Sam asked but at this point she raised a brow seeing Tara so interested at what was on her phone. “Uhh it was also good! Tiring though” Tara replied, her eyes still glued to her screen. Sam giggled again just watching Tara be so invested on what she was reading and she couldn’t help but be curious. So she walked over and sat right next to her “what’s so interesting then?” She asked innocently. “I- nothing!” Tara responded, finally looking at Sam this time. “Are you sure? You look reallyyy concentrated on your phone right now! It’s gotta be something!” Sam said with a playful smile. “Nope! Nothing!” Tara just kept denying everything in hopes that Sam would eventually leave her alone.. but unfortunate for Tara this wasn’t the case. “Are you texting somebody?” Sam just kept smiling at her sister. It was funny to see her a little worked up over just a few innocent questions. Although sam didn’t want to be to nosy and overstep the line so she just kept the questions short. “Nope” Tara replied “oh! What are you reading then?” “I- what? Nothing!” Tara answered quickly. At this point sam could see that Tara was just flustered and she thought it would be funny to carry on teasing her. “Oh it definitely is something!!” Sam said and then rested her head on taras shoulder trying to get a closer look at the phone.

Tara noticed this and tried to move her phone away but clearly didn’t move it quick enough because sams reply was enough to make her vibrant blush re-apear “a- a tickle fanfiction?” Sams eyes were slightly wide but she looked on the verge of explosive laughter. “I- I… I don’t know what your taking about” Tara became very shy and dismissive. “oh yeah?” Sam said with a slight teasing tone lingering in her voice before she quickly and jokingly grabbed taras phone before standing up infront of her “hey- sam!!” and sam read in a overly dramatic tone “and she wiggled her nails into her sides causing her to react with heaps of helpless laughter” and then she giggled to herself “yeah , definitely not tickle related!” Sam lightly threw taras phone as it landed next to her and she was giggling even more seeing taras whole face become cotton floss pink. Tara decided not to say anything and just avoid sams eye contact, embarrassment radiating through her veins. “Sooo..” sam trailed off with the biggest, cheekiest smile and she sat next to Tara again but facing her this time. “What’s that all about?” She said through her snickers. “I- it.. it just popped up..” tara said quite enough it could have been a mumble. “Oh? It just popped up hm? And what.. you decided to read it still?” Sam was just staright up teasing tara at this point, knowing how embarrassed she was. Sam actually thought it was adorable. “Well- I-“ tara couldn’t even talk. She was so flustered that she could barely form words. “Hey! I’m not judging or anything! I just.. didn’t expect it from you and think it’s kinda funny!” Sam reassured the whole time with a smile beaming in her face and how hilarious but yet endearing this situation was. Tara, who was still avoiding eye contact just gave a slow nod.

“Do you mind me asking.. why you were reading it?” This time taras breath hitched and her blush didn’t leave her face once. “I- well… I- I thought the idea was kinda.. cute..” Tara managed to say, still not able to look sam in the eyes. “What? Being tickled?” Sam giggled with her smile still prominent. “I-“ Tara just decided to nod again slightly. You could tell by sams smile never leaving that she thought it was adorable. “So.. does that mean.. you wanna be tickled?” Sam asked innocently with slight hope in her voice. She thought this was a perfect opportunity to bond with Tara and bring a little silliness into the atmosphere. “I- I don’t know..” Tara tried to avoid the question as much as she continued to avoid sams teasing gaze. “oh come on!” Sam said, snickering. “Okay! Fine! Whatever! Yes!” Tara spat out, looking at Sam now with a tinge of red apearing across her cheeks. Sams smile was still stuck on her face, becoming a little excited to do this with her little sister again. Like they did when they were younger.

“Okay!! Well.. don’t forget, you wanted this!” sam teased before her hands scribbling into taras sides. Tara had no time to instinctively build up a defence, instead as soon as her sides were met with sams scribbling hands she burst out with loud, bubbly laughter. “HAHAHAH SAHAHAMM!!!” She began to wriggle under sams grip. There they were. The same situation that became a distant memory that was a regular occurrence for them 10 years ago. Tara proving to be as ticklish as she was when she was little and sam still being a ruthless, teasy ler. Sam moved her fingers to taras stomach, scurrying her fingers along the surface as taras squeaks of laughter did not die down once. “AHAHAHHAHA!!!! OH MY GOHOD!!!” tara was squirming relentlessly while kicking her legs as the feeling coursed through her body and caused her to release heaps of highly gibberish and child-like laughter. “Jeez tara, you really are just as ticklish from when you were little!” Sam smirked slightly, knowing there was nothing Tara could do to stop her brutal attack. Not that Tara wanted or attempted to stop her attack. She practically asked for this.. “SHUHUT UHUPP!” Was her best snarky comeback as most of her words blended together with the giggles and shrieks.

“this is actually addicting” Sam stated, her smile making a return as she watched Tara wiggle and squirm all while sounding like a 7 year old. Sam knew exactly how to tease Tara and make her blush. Her next spot was her ribs, which she clawed at, smirking lightly. “SAHAHAM!!!” Tara squealed. “Whattt!” She said in a mock innocence tone. “I- AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!!” “Oh is this still a bad spot?” As much as Sams Tone came across as gentle it had a slight edge of mischief. Sam didn’t even give Tara and opportunity to try and come up with an answer because her attempted words were subsided with laughter. “AHAHAHAAAHAHAHA F-FUHUCK THIHIS!!” Tara was squirming from left to right and kicking her legs, all effortless attempts to get the tingly feeling to mellow. “Oh but Tara, isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you miss this?” Sam was smirking as Tara wiggled and screamed in helpless laughter. “I- SHUHUT UHUP!!” Tara Said again, having no legitimate comeback. “I almost forgot how ticklish you were! I’m so glad you reminded me!” Sams ‘older sister’ mode was definitely activated because even though they were older now sam was still teasing her like she did when they younger.

Taras blush made a re-appearance and it was painted across her whole face. Her ears were were even a slight tinge of pink and sam thought it was absolutely adorable. I mean. Her younger sister, was getting flustered, all over a little bit of tickling. She also felt a sense of comfort and and enjoyment in the moment. It was something about watching Tara being all giggly and flushed. It really warmed sams heart. But at the same time sam just wanted to absolutely wreck her with tickles because she knew Tara was enjoying every minute of it. Even through her protests.

Sams Hands crawled up to taras armpits and Tara desperately tried to clench her arms to her sides to try and block sams black painted nails from being able to scratch at that particularly sensitive spot. “AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH” Sam noticed taras attempt of trying to cover her armpits. Sam then had an evil idea and used one hand to grab both of taras and pin them above her head, Tara didn’t put up much of a fight but as soon as sam pinned her arms up she then dug her hand back into her armpit, scratching at it. “NOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHHA!! SHIHHITT!!! AHAHAHAH!!” Tara tugged at her arms out of instinct and continues kicking her legs like a toddler having a tantrum. This is also when taras eyes started to water from laughing so hard. It was around this point that Sam knew that she was close to her breaking point. Sams fingers started to Speed up as much as she could, spidering her fingers directly into her Hollows and draining all the laughter from taras mouth. “AHAHAHAHAHAA… …” taras watery eyes quickly turned into a few tears running down the side of her cheek and her laughter became silent and that’s when Sam let go of her arms and pulled her hands back but still sitting on top of her and smiling.

“Oh.. My.. god” Tara said, her breathing very heavy and her face is stained red. “looks like you enjoyed that” Sam said with a warm smile and then climbed off her sister, who was laying on the sofa and she sat next to her. As flustered as Tara was she actually managed to admit it. “Yeah.. t-That was.. fun..” she said through a small amount of stutters. “Well.. I know i gotta do that more often!” Sam joked with a small giggle seeing Tara blush again. “I-.. thankyou..” she said, avoiding sams eye contact once again. “Ofcourse” Sam said with a more soft and caring voice. “god, that’s really tired me out” Tara said, finally being able to re-collect her breath. “Yeah, you should probably get some rest after that” Sam giggled and then Tara shuffled herself up and just layed against her sofa, resting her head on the pillow and shutting her eyes.

“I love you sam” she said with a quite voice. “I love you to Tara” Sam said with another comforting smile and sam reached over to grab a blanket and carefully place it over Tara. Sam smiled to herself, thinking about how the evening turned out. But she was content in knowing that this would be a recurring thing, like when they were little.

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Could you do a Lee Wendy and a Ler Bebe :0

Omg yes I’ve been wanting to write these two!

(Lee!Wendy) (Ler!Bebe)

Bebe takes Wendy to the mall, trying on dresses for her birthday. While seeing if a dress fits, an unexpected reaction from Wendy gives her a grand idea.

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“Alright, come on out, let’s see it!” Bebe called from outside the try-on room. Wendy opened the door and came out in a sparkly purple dress.

“Aww! That dress looks so cute on you, Wendy!” Bebe said adoringly, putting her hands together in emphasis.

Wendy looked away bashfully. “Oh, well, I mean…I don’t know if it fits me all that well. It’s just not very…flattering?” Wendy shrugged, looking at herself in the mirror.

“Oh, nonsense! It fits you perfectly!” Bebe shook her head, walking up to Wendy. “Here, let me see.” She says.

Bebe feels the sleeves of Wendy’s dress, and the collar. Wendy stays still as Bebe does. “Well? Does it fit?” She asks.

“Well hold on, I’ve gotta check the main part.” Bebe said, placing both hands on Wendy’s sides, causing her to jump and move away.

Bebe is stunned for a moment. Wendy’s eyes widen as she watches Bebe process what just happened, and gulps as she sees a familiar sly look on her face.

“What was that, Wendy? Did I scratch you?” Bebe asked, but they both knew that’s not what happened.

“Oh, um…yes! You’ve gotta be careful with those nails, Bebe.” Wendy nodded, getting back into place.

“Oh, well in that case, I’ll be suuuper light.” Bebe said in a sinister tone, placing her long nails on both of Wendy’s sides.

“Hmm, huh, I don’t know. Does this dress fit? I’ll have to get a better feel.” Bebe teased, fluttering her nails across Wendy’s sides as she desperately held back her squeals.

“Be-Behehebe..I think that’s enough fitting! I think it fits!” Wendy said urgently, as her whole body tensed up.

“Oh nonsense, I have to fit every area. We must make sure.” Bebe teased on, sliding her nails across Wendy’s stomach.

“Bebe, wait!” Wendy said more urgently. But Bebe was done teasing now. She went all in, scribbling her long nails up and down Wendy’s sides, warranting high-pitched squeals from the girl.

“BEHEHEBE! HEHEHEHEY!! WAHAHAHAIT!!” Wendy squealed, trying and failing to pull away from the starry-eyed blonde. Bebe had that wild look in her eye again. Wendy was in trouble.

“Now Wendy! Of course this dress fits. You know it does. It’s not “unflattering,” and you are beautiful in it. You hear me? Beautiful!” Bebe said, as she continued digging her nails into Wendy’s ribs.

“O-OKAHAHAHAY!!” Wendy shrieked, unable to get away from Bebe’s painted nails.

“Say it, Wendy. Say you’re beautiful.” Bebe insisted, continuing to skitter her fingers across the sparkly dress.

“I’M BEHEHEAUTIFUL! I AHAHAM!” Wendy squealed, and with that, Bebe took her nails away from Wendy and pulled her in for a hug.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Bebe said, patting Wendy on the shoulder.

“Oh, but you might need another one of those dresses. This one is a bit wrinkled.” She added, looking down at the freshly crinkled dress.

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