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ahhh not this having me crying in the club, thank 😭 i love to hear that you also saw it the way it was in my head. i'm like kind of attached to them? thank you so much for this wonderful feedback ❤️

fool for you | kmg (18+)

where you and mingyu have a pact to always spend valentine's day together when you're single pairing: kim mingyu x f.reader genre: friends to lovers; fluff, smut rating: explicit; minors DNI warning: mentions of drinking (they're not drunk), some swearing, mingyu is described as a puppy, kissing, light marking, mentions of some biting, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (be safe), one use of a pet name (baby), i think that's it but if you see something else, lemme know! word count: ~4.8k a/n: this is for a valentine's day collab by the lovely @playmetheclassics @here4btsfics and @missgeniality. thank you for planning this. and to one of my favorite people, @ugh-yoongi this is for you, happy love day! banner credit: @classicscreations, thank you bby

It’s always been like this with you and your best friend since you were teenagers. Ever since that awful (read: not that bad, you were just a dramatic teenager) break-up you went through in your second year of high school just before Valentine’s Day. All because your boyfriend didn’t want to have to buy you anything. Which was dumb, you think, because you were teenagers and you weren’t exactly expecting some grand gesture. Not when you’d been dating for less than a year.

But you were upset in that angsty teenager kind of way and Mingyu swooped in to try and fix it, in true best friend fashion. He showed up at your house that night with all your favorite snacks and some movie that you couldn’t remember. What you did remember, though, was your promise to always be each other’s Valentine’s date if you were both single. It wasn’t as much for him as you and you knew that. You couldn’t help it, you just loved love and the idea of spending the day with someone special. Which he was to you.

Now it’s been 10 years since you made the promise to each other. Those 10 years have seen you both through finishing high school, going to college, countless dates, and so much change. The only thing that hasn’t changed is always making time for each other, no matter what else was going on. Mingyu is your best friend and you know you’re his. You’re sure nothing can change that.

And since you’re both actually adults now (kind of), you can go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day at a nice place with good food. Some of your other friends think it’s weird, that you go out on what’s essentially a date on the “most romantic” day of the year. That’s when you always chime in to remind everyone that Valentine’s Day is about love, not just romantic relationships. You and Mingyu do love each other, always have. Why not celebrate that?

“Cheers to another year spent with my favorite person,” you say and raise the glass of champagne, a complimentary one for all reservations that night.

“Yeah I guess you’re okay,” Mingyu agrees when he clinks his glass against yours.

“Wow, I see how it is,” you retort and he smiles.

“I’m always happy when we get to do this, you know that,” Mingyu says.

“Maybe,” you shrug, “doesn’t hurt to hear it again.”

“Ah yes, the attention monster reappears,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes without any real annoyance behind it.

“Hey, I was really good when you were dating Nayeon,” you protest. “I just like getting to hang out with my best friend.”

“You’re right,” he concedes.

You’re expecting him to say more because you haven’t really talked about the breakup even though it’s been about a month. “That’s it?”

“What?” he asks, reaching for a roll in the center of the table.

“I just, I don’t know, we haven’t really talked about what happened with her,” you say.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Mingyu says. It’s more of a shrug than anything as he grabs a roll. “You knew we were having problems.”

This kind of sparks your interest, so you pull the butter away before he can reach it. At first, a look of betrayal flashes across his face. Playful, of course. And then he’s pouting. God, he’s such a puppy sometimes. Just a giant goofball who has no idea how big he is.

“I know you were having problems,” you finally say to correct him. “Last time I saw you and her together, she seemed happy.”

Mingyu just looks at you for a second. “She didn’t like my friends and it just got old. I was sick of having to justify hanging out with them.”

“Well your friends are idiots,” you say and hand over the butter.

“And to think they always talk about how much they love you,” he says and you laugh.

“I love them too, but they’re still idiots. Both can be true,” you say.

“Yeah, well, Nayeon didn’t see it that way, so,” Mingyu trails off with a shrug.

You reach a hand across the table and his hand meets yours instinctively. “I know I joke around with you, but I am sorry. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” he insists and you frown. “Come on, I’ve still got you and some amazing friends. I’m good.”

“Okay,” you agree and reluctantly pull your hand back.

“Besides, I think it’s you we need to talk about,” he says and your brow furrows.

“What about me?” you ask, a little nervous to hear the answer because it is Mingyu, after all.

“Did you forget that it was Seokmin who introduced you to Jeonghan?” Mingyu asks and he’s got that little smirk that you really fucking hate sometimes. Shithead.

“I didn’t forget,” you say and pretend to find the drink menu interesting even though you’ve already ordered.

“Nope, sorry,” Mingyu says and plucks the menu from your hand. “I told you about Nayeon.”

“You two dated for like 9 months? It wasn’t the same?” you point out incredulously.

“And you ghosted him,” Mingyu barks out with a laugh. “The poor guy, he was heartbroken.”

“Oh, he was not,” you scoff. “There wasn’t any spark.”

“That damn spark,” Mingyu says with a shake of his head.

And because sometimes life is actually fair, the appetizer shows up and distracts Mingyu from any further line of questioning. He’s been wanting to try this restaurant since it opened. You’re not really sure why he never went with Nayeon. It’s a win for you though. And Mingyu loves food. He’s an incredible cook, but who would ever mind someone else cooking for them?

It’s also kind of cute. Mingyu is this giant ball of energy, exactly like the puppy you compared him to earlier. More like a golden retriever actually, because he can be smart and also very dumb. He’s always moving until he passes out. He’s fiercely loyal. But when he’s happy and eating something like this, he just kind of slows down, gets focused. There’s something endearing about it.

Dessert is always the same for the two of you too. You pretend that you only want a bite or two of whatever Mingyu orders and end up eating most of it while he pouts until you order something else. Part of you thinks that you should just order two to start, the other part kind of likes your little tradition. There are a lot of things that you like doing with Mingyu. This is your favorite though, this stupid little Valentine’s Day tradition. Maybe it’s the comfort or the safety. Maybe it’s knowing that even if you’re dating someone shitty, Mingyu will always be there.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, grabbing a bite of cake with his fork.

“Not sure when we started asking if we could ask questions, but go on,” you say.

“What’s the real reason you didn’t give Jeonghan a chance?” Mingyu asks and that makes you look up suddenly.

“I already told you,” you answer.

“Not sure when we started avoiding answering things, but go on,” he says, throwing your line back at you.

“I mean, it’s true, I didn’t feel a spark and I don’t know,” you say as you search for the words. “I guess I just don’t wanna be wasting my time dating someone when it’s not going to go anywhere.”

“You never know though,” he says and you can’t really pinpoint the emotion.

“I don’t know,” you say and think for a second. “Have you ever just gone on a date and been sitting across from someone that’s nice and smart and funny and attractive, literally everything you should want but…it’s just, not there?”

Mingyu chuckles even though it’s not really funny. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“And, okay, like part of me was also thinking that this holiday was coming up. So I either had to just shut it down or agree to do something with him,” you say and look down, embarrassed about what you’re going to admit. “I just kind of thought I’d rather spend tonight with you, someone I know I like being around, rather than in some sort of new, probably undefined, relationship with him. Like what if he picked a shitty restaurant or made shitty plans? What if we run out of things to talk about?”

“Wait, you turned him down so you could spend Valentine’s Day with me?” Mingyu asks, eyes wide.

“Come on, not like that,” you say and ignore the fluttering in your stomach. “Just, I don’t know, we always have fun.”

“You like doing this with me,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes.

“Course I do, Gyu,” you answer easily.

“What if it was like that, though?” he asks and you cock your head to the side. “Like what if we were on a date and it wasn’t just another Valentine’s Day with friends?”

“Mingyu, we’re not…” you start and falter at the look on his face. “Are you serious?”

“You do realize that I’ve actually never been in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, right?” he asks and that stupid smirk is back.

“You must’ve been, we haven’t done this every year,” you say and you’re trying to wrack your brain to see if it’s true.

“No, you’re right, we haven’t. We’ve missed 3 since we made the deal when we were fifteen, all when you were in a relationship,” Mingyu says and you’re at a loss for words.

“Does that mean…?” you try to ask but your mouth just can’t see to catch up with your brain and your heart.

“Do you wanna get out of here and go back to my apartment? It might be easier to talk there,” he says and you just nod.

It’s a lot of information to process and for once, Mingyu is quiet by your side. His hand is firm around yours, which doesn’t feel like a big deal because you’ve held hands for years. Except that it’s entirely different now. And when he needs it back so he can actually drive with both his hands, a part of you misses the comfort of it. Misses the security.

You’re quiet in the elevator and on the walk to his front door, quiet as you walk through the doorway. Even the apartment is quiet, which is surprising given how loud one of Mingyu’s roommates tends to be. But the place is empty, apparently, as Mingyu tells you when he breaks the silence to ask if he can take your coat to hang it up. It’s a strange feeling for a lot of reasons. Right now it’s strange to have Mingyu taking care of you when it’s usually the other way around.

It’s quiet again as you walk the familiar path to the living room to sit down while Mingyu makes you a cup of tea. When he hands it to you, you know that it’ll be perfect because Mingyu’s been your best friend for over a decade and he knows everything about you. And that’s when you realize. Maybe he knew this too. Maybe he’s a step ahead of you in realizing there are real feelings here. Maybe he’s the one you can depend on.

“How long?” you ask, figuring you need to speak eventually.

“Have I liked you?” he asks, needing clarification. You only nod. When he doesn’t answer immediately, you look over at him. Study his face in profile before he answers. “It’s kind of a long answer, I guess. I had a crush on you that first Valentine’s Day, but I figured you also just needed a friend. And I realized how much I did love our friendship. Plus we were kids.”

He takes a breath to collect his thoughts. “I haven’t been in love with you for 10 years, just to be clear,” he says and chuckles. “Not that I haven’t thought about it either. Mostly it’s just been that you were my best friend and we went on these little friend dates and I didn’t think too deeply about it.”

“Did something change?” you ask, still not ready to address your own feelings.

“I’m not sure how to explain it. Nayeon and I were just kind of throwing out things for Valentine’s Day even though it was still over a month away. And she made a comment about how she hoped you’d have someone so you wouldn’t be missing me,” Mingyu says and frowns.

“She isn’t exactly the first to not like it,” you say quietly.

“It wasn’t even that, it was all me,” Mingyu says honestly. “I started to think about how I wouldn’t get to spend it with you and that was…a wake-up call. Nayeon and I broke it off not much after that. And honestly, what I said about my friends was true. She hated Seokmin.”

“How does anyone hate him? He’s a sunshine baby,” you say and Mingyu laughs. “Minghao I get, maybe, because he can be mean if he doesn’t like you. But not Seokmin.”

“Right?” he agrees. “So I was thinking about you and us and trying to sort things out when Seokmin said he was going to introduce you to Jeonghan and my heart broke. I couldn’t imagine having just broken it off with Nayeon only to still not get to see you for our tradition. That’s when I knew for sure. And we aren’t kids anymore.”

“So, like, what do we do now?” you ask, and Mingyu studies you for a moment.

“What do you want to do?” he asks. “I mean, are you…oh my god, why is this so hard? I just told you how I felt but I don’t know…”

He’s rambling and it’s incredibly endearing because he doesn’t usually get flustered like this. It also makes you realize that he’s laid everything out while you’ve said almost nothing. You rest a hand on his leg to stop him from stuttering through things. “Hey, I realize I didn’t say this. But I do have feelings for you too.”

“You do?” Mingyu asks, his whole face lighting up.

“Yeah, dummy, that’s what I really meant when I was talking about sitting across from Jeonghan not feeling the spark. He’s a great guy but he’s not you,” you say easily.

“What do we do now?” Mingyu asks, making you laugh.

“I mean like I really wanna kiss you, so,” you say, watching as his eyes go wide, just for a moment.

And then he’s sliding over on the couch, gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, so careful like he can’t tell if it’s all really happening. So cautious. It’s at odds with your best friend who’s always tripping over his own feet and never seems to know just how big he is. Your whole body is hyper-aware of his and even though he admitted his feelings first, you’re still a little worried that this isn’t real either. When his lips finally meet yours, it occurs to you just how many times you’ve imagined this. How many times you’ve looked at his lips and wondered if they were soft or what they would feel like against yours. How many times you’ve wondered about his hands running over your body.

His lips feel better than you expected, the perfect mix of soft and firm against your own. One of his large hands cups the side of your face, fingers curling around behind your ear. You’re not even sure which one of you deepens the kiss, you’re only aware that your tongues are moving together and that it’s making you feel a little light-headed. The angle is awkward but you’re not sure you really care. You’re kissing your best friend and it’s everything you’ve ever needed and nothing like you thought.

He pulls away and you’re a little embarrassed by the way your lips chase after his, a little unused to being the one that pouts in this relationship. Yet that’s exactly what you do when you see him just looking at you.

“Is this actually happening?” he asks. You let out of huff of air.

“Well not now, since you stopped kissing me,” you say. You expect him to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, he only looks fond. So incredibly fond.

“Never would’ve pegged you as the pouty, whiny type,” Mingyu says. Now you’re the one that rolls your eyes.

“I’m leaving,” you announce and get up.

You’re actually a little surprised when he lets you stand up and take a few steps toward the door. There’s a chance for your stomach to drop, just a little bit. And then he’s grabbing your arm to spin you around to him.

Fuck, he’s tall. Which you’ve always known, but it’s different when he’s crowding your space and caging you between his arms. Your back is against the wall when you finally tilt your head up to look at him. Whatever playful glint that had been in his eyes earlier is gone. There’s no question that he wants you as much as you want him, maybe more.

You pull his face down to yours to kiss him again, harder this time, let your hands tangle in his hair that he’s finally grown out after literal years of asking him. His hands grip your hips, just on the right side of too hard.

And, okay, you don’t want to complain, but Mingyu genuinely is a giant and it’s kind of hard on your neck to crane it so you can continue kissing him. Just as you start to rise up on your tiptoes, Mingyu’s hands move from your hips down to the backs of your thighs. You gasp into his mouth when he picks you up, balancing you against the wall. It’s nothing but heat between the two of you when you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to help him keep you held up.

“Fuck this,” he says quietly as he pulls you away from the wall.

You squeak at losing your backrest and wrap your arms around his neck tighter like you’re afraid to fall. He just chuckles.

“You know I’d never drop you,” he assures you, voice low.

Even though he said it, you’re expecting him to deposit you on the bed. He doesn’t. He’s so gentle when he places you on the edge of his bed and you’re wondering where all the restraint is coming from. You sure as hell don’t have this kind of control.

Almost on their own, your hands reach for his shirt and he watches as you unbutton it carefully, sliding it down his arms. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless (and you’ve seen him shirtless a lot), he’s still beautiful. So beautiful that you don’t realize he’s reaching for the hem of your dress, that’s already almost at your hips from him picking you up, removing it quickly before unclasping your bra just as quickly. It leaves you almost completely exposed, only your underwear left. The urge to be shy is brief when you see the way he’s looking at you. You spare a moment to consider if anyone’s ever looked at you like that (they haven’t, you’re sure).

This time the kiss you get is actually quick before his mouth moves down over your body. He sucks one of your nipples between his teeth and your back arches in response. And there’s something a little weird about it all. There’s nobody in the world you know better than Mingyu, with his endless energy and restlessness. But you didn’t know this side of him. The side where he takes his time, slows down so every moment feels more important, focuses on you and you alone.

You don’t stop him as he continues to move down your body and nips along the way. It doesn’t matter that he’s marking you up, doesn’t make you pause like it has before with anyone else. Not that anyone is going to be seeing these marks anyway, since he’s currently focusing on your inner thigh. And fuck, it feels good, but you’re also a little impatient, a little needy when your hand knots in his long hair again. Without even seeing his face, you know he’s smiling. Smirking, probably. He doesn’t have to tell you that he loves to see you whiny for him.

(He does anyway, though, because he’s still a menace to society and to you specifically. He doesn’t have to tease you either, but he does that too, making you beg before he removes your underwear.)

“Mingyu please,” you beg, already reduced to this.

His legs on yours from between your legs and you let out a heavy breath. His eyes are still on you when he asks, “what is it you’re asking for?”

“Something, anything,” you say because you’re no longer too proud to beg. You can yell at him for it later. Right now you just need.

A second later, he gives you what you asked for. He runs his tongue up your folds lazily, too slow. It’s deliberate, you know. And you know that you should appreciate that he’s not in a rush. It’s just that you’re so on edge and this isn’t helping. Maybe he can tell by the way your hand tightens in his hair or the way you moan or even the way you squirm with his tongue inside you. Whatever it is, something makes him speed up and praises fall easily from your lips. The praises only seem to push him on, which isn’t surprising. Mingyu has always had a thing about praise.

Mingyu slides a finger inside your cunt without much warning and it’s all too much. You never really paid that much attention to his hands (which was good for your sanity, probably). But his long finger moves quickly inside your cunt and you clench around him without meaning too. He hums against your clit, makes it feel like a praise. When he slides a second finger in, you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last. The rhythm of his fingers sliding inside you along with his mouth on your clit is driving you wild.

He curls his fingers inside of you and thrusts faster, not teasing now, certainly not dragging it out. It’s silent permission for you to let go. The orgasm rips through you and you fall back onto the bed, dully aware of him guiding you through it. You’re breathing heavily when you feel his fingers slide out and prop yourself up in time to see him put his fingers in his own mouth. And fuck, okay that’s also really hot.

You lean forward to undo his pants. Those fall to the floor with his boxer briefs and your eyes go a little wide. He’s bigger than you’re expecting, not that you’ve spent much time thinking about him. Now he’s the one that looks a little shy, even though it was you that was just coming on his tongue.

He goes to grip his cock and you snap out of it, gently moving his hand away. Instead, you lean forward to spit on the tip, spreading it along his length, thinking you might tease him. Just a little bit. Your strokes are slow, at least at first, and he just watches, seems to be caught up in the moment. Until he gets impatient and jerks a little into your hand, even though you can tell he’s trying not to.

You just look up at him, watch his eyes on you as you take his cock into your mouth. Mingyu gathers your hair in his hands, but lets you go at your own pace. Slowly, you find your rhythm, taking as much into your mouth as you can. Mingyu seems to like to give praise as much as he likes to receive it, though, because it falls out of his mouth between his groans.

“Baby, hang on,” Mingyu says and gently pulls himself back. Your eyes go wide for a second before registering that his look is just want. “Can I…I mean, I really want to fuck you. Fuck, I really want to feel you.”

That, almost more than anything else, goes straight to your core. You know you’re already getting wet again but why does he have to look like that when he says it? Why does he have to look like this is more than he’s ever experience? Why did him calling you baby make your brain short circuit?

“God, yes Mingyu, yes, I want to feel you inside me,” you manage to say as you’re moving back into the center of the bed.

Mingyu is reaching for his bedside table the next second and you watch him. There’s a part of you that knows it’s best to be safe, knows that you never know. But the other part, the much louder part, just wants to feel him. It’s the part that knows even though he could be a fuckboy, he’s not. Knows he doesn’t sleep around. So you tell him you’ve got an IUD, even though he already knows, and not to worry. He checks, because he cares about you more than he knows how to express, but there’s a part of him that’s excited too.

He’s hovering over you the next second, pressing kisses against every bit of your skin his lips come into contact with. He only stops for a second to line himself up at your entrance, slides the tip between your folds and comments on how wet you are again. As soon as he presses the tip into your cunt, his lips are on yours again, catching the moans. Or maybe distracting you from how big he is inside of you.

You’re thankful for this side of him, the side that’s so careful with you, the side that’s much more in control of his body than you’ve seen anywhere else. Thankful because he’s moving slowly, letting you adjust. And because you know neither of you are going to last that long once he actually does start moving.

“Please,” you nearly whisper, fingers digging into Mingyu’s arms.

It’s all he needs, though. He starts moving, slowly snapping his hips as he thrusts into you. It’s all so much. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this much while fucking someone. You love to love and love feelings, but sex has always been somehow separate for you. Not that you don’t feel during sex. It’s just that you’ve always been able to separate the feelings. You can’t imagine doing that now and maybe that’s because none of them were Mingyu.

You know he wants to make it last, you do too, but it’s all just really overwhelming. So you focus on this moment, on how he speeds up, how his breath sounds so close to you, the way his muscles contract with each movement, on the way he stretches you. You dig your nails into his arms to keep yourself grounded and he groans. He picks up his pace a little more, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in, making you scream out.

It feels like it all happens too fast. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm. And you know Mingyu is close too, can feel the way his thrusts falter. You clench around him, let him know you’re close, say whatever comes out. Most of it is probably incoherent, you think. But he understands anyway, is right there with you. Your second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first. Mingyu thrusts through it, releasing into you in the process.

It’s a few minutes later, after you’ve both somewhat caught your breath and he’s pulled out of you, that you fully realize what’s happening. Mingyu has one hand behind his head and the other arm around you, eyes closed. You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him, appreciate all his features up close for what feels like the first time in all your years of friendship. He opens his eyes and meets yours. It’s the best smile you can ever remember seeing.

“So, I guess we’re doing this,” you say, watching his face closely.

“Yeah, we are,” he agrees, no room for argument. “I’m not letting go of you now.”

You lay back down and bury your face in his side. You’re not sure what else to say. “Hey, Mingyu?”

“Hmm?” he says. You feel it more than hear it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

this ended up being a little longer than i meant, but let me know your thoughts <3

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chocos-universe · 3 months ago

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SQUEALLLLL!! Thank you so MUCH @rand0m-s1nner!! You're super sweet as well!! Thank you so much for letting me do this!! The inspiration from this fic goes to this TALENTED person⬆. Again, thank you so much!! Have a wonderful AM or PM!!<3

Two Wishes

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--Peri somehow crossed over to the real world! I wonder how that happened...--

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|Lee - Peri -- Ler - Alex (My preferred name:> On online at least lol)

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AU - Crossover

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Alex groaned, shutting her door and slipping her backpack off her shoulders and onto the ground. She flopped on the couch bed under her actual bed and lied there before turning over on her back. 'At least it's Friday so I don't have homework.' She thought to herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket and unlocking it, going on Tumblr. 'Nothin' new in my notifications.' She thought with a sigh, scrolling through the 'For You' section. She got a message from her mom as she clicked on it and read it.

"Hi toots! Me and <Step Father Name> are going shopping! Anything you want from the store??"

Alex just responded with a 'No, be safe' and left the other texts on read. She kept scrolling through images, stopping to read some things before scrolling again. The eventually stopped on a 'Fairly OddParents' post. She stared at it for a few moments before scrolling past some others. "I wish I had a god parent. Too bad that shit is fictional..." She sighed and turned off her phone, placing it beside her as she reached for her PS5 controller. Then, she saw a purple spark in the corner of her eye. She turned her head around to see nothing put her heater in the middle in the room, along with some other things. 'I'm seeing things again...' she thought with a shrug. Even if the thought was unusual, since who sees something PURPLE in the corner of their eye?? That's just weird. She went back to reaching for the controller until, again, she saw that spark again. She whipped her head back to that spot and saw, yet again, nothing! "Those ghost stories are gettin' to me..." She muttered under her breath but decided to look longer at the spot this time. She swore, with her own two eyes, she saw a spark. "The fuck??" Alex asked out loud, grabbing a full water bottle. Then, a purple smoke appeared, making her eyes widen and scoot into a wall, just staring in disbelief and somewhat horror. the smoke eventually disappeared with a poof as a floating purple human lookin' thing was in the middle of her room. Was she drunk??

"Well, hey there kid--" The grape started off but was CUT off by a scream and a water bottle being thrown at his face "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Alex shouted, grabbing another water bottle. "Woah--! Hey hey HEY!!-- Calm down!" The winged person put his hands up in defense. "I've officially gone crazy..." Alex muttered, looking at the ground as she held the water bottle up, the creature chuckling awkwardly. "Let's just... calm down... start from the beginning, okay?" He asked in a calm town, trying to soothe the frightened child. "Fucking hell... f-fine...' She continued to hold the water bottle up. "Okay! My name is Poof! Or... well it was. Changed it to Peri! Kind of like Periwinkle!" Peri introduced himself with a smile. "Peri...? As in.... OHHH you're HIM! You fuckin' terrified me, dude! And uh, Im Alex." Alex calmed down, putting the water bottle down, making Peri chuckle with mixed feelings. "Nice to meet ya, Alex and... uh... language... please? And... you know me?" Peri asked, fidgeting with his fingers. "Sorry, working on controlling my mouth. And yeah! You're from a show! But... how are you... here? Fairies and God Parents don't exist here." Alex explained, doing weird hand movements as Peri's eyes widened a bit. "They... don't?" "Yeah! So... how are *you* here?? You're supposed to be fictional!" Peri just shrugged. "I don't know... but, since I'm here I *guess* I'll grant you two wishes! One being whatever you desire and the other to send me home! How does that sound?" Peri smiled, putting his hands behind his back. "Uh... sounds fair. Okay... uh... one wish... hmm..." Alex hummed, thinking for a moment before an idea popped in her head. She stayed silent for a few more moments before blushing lightly at the idea. "Uh... Okay." Alex crawled over to the edge of her couch bed, signaling Peri to come closer. Peri shrugged and floated down to her level. She pulled him a little closer, whispering in his ear. After a moment, he blushed FURIOUSLY and pulled back after she was done. "You-- You wanna what??" Peri stuttered with a shocked face. "Please? This'll basically be a dream come true! ...Quite literally." She mumbled that last part before giving Peri pleading eyes. "Please? You said anything:(" "I... I did say that, didn't I...? You're one weird kid..." Peri sighed "Fine..." He agreed as Alex beamed. She signaled him to come closer as he sat on her lap. (Not self shipping this is STRICTLY platonic--) She giggled happily "Ready?" She asked as Peri nodded

"EEP-- Ehehe hehehey! Waaaahahait!" Peri giggled as Alex tickled his belly softly. "Aww! Your laugh is even more adorable in reality! Ehe!" "Dohohohohon't sahahahay thahahat!" Peri squealed and kicked his legs slightly. Alex just beamed with happiness. 'Finally! I get to do this!' She thought as her hand wandered to Peri's sides. "Tick-le Tick-le Tick-le purplee!~" Alex teased, gently and lightly squeezing his sides. Peri hiccuped and covered his blushy face. "Aaaaahahahaha! Nooohohohohohohoo! You're so mehehehehehean!" Peri giggled, not even trying to stop her since it'd be pointless and stupid. "Me? Mean? Peri, I'm offended! Can't a kid have fun once in a while?" Alex huffed in fake annoyance, poking his belly button. "Naha! Wahahait!-- AhahahahahaAHLehehehehex!! Stahaha-- eeeehehehehehe!!" "Oh you're so PRECIOUS!! Eeee, look at your smile!!" "Nohohoho-- you cahahahahan't see ihihihihhit! Ah! Nohohohot my rihihibs! Naahaho!" Peri kicked his feet a bit more, giggling about, turning into an even more blushy mess. "Heh, I can't help it! You're just so cute!" "Nohohohot cuhuhute!!" Peri protested in a giggle fit. "...Nope. That's it." Alex huffed and tickled behind Peri's ears. "WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THERE!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEREEEHEHEHEERRR! *hic* Peri's shoulders scrunched up, squirming on her lap. "Nah, you asked for this. Saying you ain't cute, who is you lying to cause it ain't me!" "AHAHAHAAALLLEX!! *snort*" Alex gasped in delight. "Oh. M. Goodness. You can SNORT?! Oh, you adorable munchkin, ahh!!" Peri's face got brighter. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!" "Two more spots??" "NAHA--" Alex giggled, knowing that was a no. But continued. She gently took one of Peri's hands and nuzzled his palm. Peri s c r e a m e d. "NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hic* NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! ALEX, PLEASE!! *hic* PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! WHYYYHIHIHI WOULD YOU WISH FOR THIIIIHIHIHIHIHIS YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!! *snort*" "Okay, two more spots were a lie... how about THIS time, two more spots?" Alrx teased, tracing Peri's hand lines. "AHAHAHAHAHAL--" Peri squealed, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. "Fine, one more." She chuckled and let go of his hand, tickling his inner thighs this time. "WAAAAAAA-- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAL-- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Some tears fell down his face as he laughed, squirming about. "Okay, okay! I'm done!" Alex said with a giggle and stopped

"Woah.... wooohohooo... ehevil... evil child!" Peri giggled breathlessly. Alex chuckled and hugged him. "Okay... woo... I'm okay now... ahh..." Peri chuckled with a breath as he levitated next to her. "My time to leave, I believe..." Peri said with a small smile. "Damn... nice meeting you, though!" Alex said with a smile. "Alright, ya know what to do." Alex nodded in response. "I wish for you to go home, my dear grape!" Alex said with a smug look. "Thank you-- wait hey--!" Peri started but was already gone. Alex just smiled and finally grabbed her PS5 controller

After a moment, Alex's mom knocked and came in. "Hi toots! We're back!" Her mom announced with a smile. "Hey, momma." Alex smiled and waved. "Anything interesting happen?" Her mom said with a playful hint in her tone. Alex blinked and looked at the floor for a moment. "Yeah... a new interesting story to write one day."

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#tickle #fanfic #tickle fic #peri fop #Lee!Peri #crossover #crossover au #au #thank you again!!#this was SUPER fun to make eeeee!!!

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