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someone1348 · 2 years ago

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hi, if the requests are still open it would be really cool if we could have a Lee! mikey probably with Leer! donnie, the situation could be that Mikey wants his brother's attention and starts bothering him while donnie works on some invention, it wouldn't be very nice

😀

I can absolutely do this! Thank you for the request and I apologize for the lateness of it!

The people in this: Ler!Donnie, Lee!Mikey

Tw: none! This is so cute!

I can't wait! I love smarts and crafts so much!

With all of that being said! Enjoyyy! :]

-K ____________~☆°♡°☆°♡°☆~_____________

Fami-Lee! (Family hehe get it!)

Now! Mikey would never ever want to bother his big brother, especially not while he was working! He had so much respect for the guy that taking his attention away from his work is just something he couldn't do,,,,on a normal day, today was NOT a normal day!

Mikey craved attention and he needed it NOW! He was understimulated and needed someone's eyes on him to jog his systems up again. The problem was EVERYONE was busy. Leo was in the middle of an intense, solo, skateboarding session, Raph was out on patrol and Donnie was working. He thought about his options before his legs walked themselves on autopilot to his older brothers lab.

'Here we go' he thought to himself before gently knocking on the door "D? Can I come in please?" He politely waited for an answer before going in.

"What is it, Michael?" His voice was flat but not rude, just focused as he kept his eyes on the new prototype he was working on. Mikey took that as the go-ahead to come in, so he stepped inside the purple lit lab, shutting the door gently behind him,

"Heyyyy broo! you've been in there quite a lot, would you maybe want to take a break and go hang out with your familyy?" He asked in his normal expressive attitude as he inched closer and closer to the purple clad turtle.

Donnie lightly chuckled at that "Ahand I thought I was the funny one!" When he got no response Donnie continued his speech. "Oh you were being serious? Yeah sorry Mikey but I would much rather be here and,, by myself, sooo is this important? I'm dealing with dangerous cemecials here and I don't want you to get hurt" He was being genuine as Mikey sighed,

"Yes, D! I am serious! I haven't seen you once this whole day! Your family loves you, and breaks are so important!" He smiled as he wrapped an arm around his big brother, which caused an annoyed look from the said turtle.

"You're seeing me right now Mikey"

"Uh- th-that doesn't cohohount! I mean outside your lab all day!" Mikey giggled which caused Donnie to quickly smile before he sighed again

"Listen I love you too and I love this family too but I do not want to see them, I just want to work alone in my comfort space, so if you would please let me do that I would greatly appreciate it"

Mikey was about to cave right then and there and go back to his room, but his body refused to let that happen. 'I'm sorry in advance D!' He thought to himself before he poked his cheek

"Michael." He gave him a warning before Mikey did it again poking his cheek, his arm, anywhere his fingers could reach before he grabbed Mikeys hand gently "Poke me again, go on, see what happens." Donnie looked at him dead in the eyes as he spoke through his teeth, a wobbly smile graced Mikeys features before he smirked and booped his nose.

"I warned you" the tech wizz smirked as he grabbed his little brother, crashing him down into his lap as he scribbled all over his stomach.

"DOhOhOhonnIEhHE!" Mikey giggled like a little kid and curled up on his lap

"What's the matter Mikey? I don't understand what's so funny?~" His smirk grew as he blew a raspberry to his stomach and nuzzled into it to make it tickle more. Making Mikeys sweet giggles go up an octave in pitch with a small snort

"DEHEhhehe!" He smiled lightly pushing at his head trying to "fight him off" but making no real efforts too.

"Ohhh I see now, you're just incredibly ticklish, now that makes more scientific sense, I was gonna say I know I'm hilarious but I'm not THAT funny" he giggled before his eyes caught attention to his knee pads.

"Now, what are THESE doing on still? Trying to hide your worst spot from the tickle monster, are you? No no no that's a no-no, Angelo~" he tapped his knee pads before un-hooking the velcro straps that hold them together.

Mikey squeaked in giggly panic as he tried to get away "NOhoho nonono! Dohohonnie DOHon't-"

"Don't what Angelo?"

"TIhihickle mEhe!"

"Tickle you!" He smiled before un-hooking the final strap "Well if you insist giggles~ Tickletickletickletickletickle~" he scribbled quickly underneath his knees as Mikey chirped loudly and threw his head back laughing

"DEHEHHEHEHE!"

Donnie melted at his youngest brother's antics blowing a raspberry into to back of his knees "You're too adorable for your own good little brother, I mean what if a villain found out about this little tickle spot here! You'd be doomed!" He smirked at him as he continued "Oh wait! One already did! Me! Coochie Coochie Coo little MikeLee~"

The older smiled as he watched foundly as the younger flapped his hands, happily stimming at Donnies actions

"THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES MOHOHORE!"

"More tickles? Someone reallly wanted my attention today huh?" He smiled lightly scribbling against his sides

"WAhahait! Ihihi- hehe!"

"Okahay okay, you're free to go now giggles~" he rubbed away the ghost tickles as Mikey caught his breath

"Thahanks D!"

"Anytime Angelo Anytime, I'll be out soon okay? We'll have a movie night, just us"

Mikey smiled brightly at him "Sounds good! I'll see you soon big bro!"

Maybe trying to drag the scientist out of his chair every once and a while wasn't such a bad thing! After all at the end of the day they were his family and D loved all of them just as much as Mikey does!

He did a happy dance before running out of the lab, causing Donnie to crack another smile

"This can wait" He gently patted the prototype he was working on and got up to join his family well fami-lee that is!

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I loved writing this! I hope you all enjoyed! I am so incredibly proud of each and every one of you for getting up today and for existing! You are loved, you are valid, you are valued and you deserve the universe no matter what! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

#k writes tk things #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #lee!mikey #lee!michaelangelo #ler!donnie #ler!donatello

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alumort · 2 years ago

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Ao3

Happy new year! Not the 1st here yet but im falling asleep so you get it earlier lol

The house was getting colder now that the moon had replaced the sun up in the sky, and for once Neji couldn’t find himself enjoying the low temperature of that Winter night. Had it been any other day, he would be satisfied with a warm cup of tea and nothing else– but right on the last day of the year, his husband had fallen down with a nasty cold and couldn’t even get out of bed for long.

He had to be warm, and Lee simply refused to be laying down for anything that wasn’t sleeping or cuddling– the brunet had to make sure he actually stayed under his blankets, and try to help him feel better. And so Neji was trying to prepare some soup, at the same time using a new recipe that the other man would probably love– a chicken curry soup. It wasn’t too hard to prepare, thankfully.

Lee probably wouldn’t eat too much, but he still decided to make a lot just in case his expectation was incorrect. He would have some once his husband had fallen asleep again– for now, he entered the room as silently as physically possible.

It was strange seeing his husband curled up in their bed, his face pale and with coughing fits every now and then, which made the brunet realize his partner was still awake. He was too tired to even look up, not even noticing that Neji had arrived until he had sat by his side.

“My dear,” the taijutsu master muttered, letting out a weak smile. There was a wet cloth on his forehead that needed to be changed soon, but for now, he had to eat something.

“Hey, Lee. I made you some soup.”

Lee immediately brightened up, standing up and grabbing the plate as carefully as he could– just in case something happened, Neji ended up holding it still, and the other man slowly eating the food without saying much– he had to focus as to not make it fall by accident, after all, and it was harder to do when sick.

He seemed happy with the soup, even letting out a grin.

“It has curry… I like it,” he exclaimed once he ate enough, deciding to get comfortable under the blankets once again. Neji got up and looked around, mentally reminding himself to bring more napkins and fresh water for his partner.

“I’m glad you do. I’ll save it, and we can heat it up if you feel hungry again,” the brunet informed, and Lee just nodded without saying anything. Carefully, he grabbed the wet cloth (which was hotter than it should now) and empty water bottles, just to go back to the living room.

After having refilled and refreshed everything (and grabbing more napkins) he went back to his husband, who hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Lee was probably waiting for him, his eyes focused on the other man and even letting out a soft hum when his forehead felt cold once again, the wet cloth placed on it once again.

“Thank you, my love,” the taijutsu exclaimed, and Neji caressed his cheek in response.

“It’s no problem. I know you’d do the same for me,” Neji replied, silently grabbing his bedclothes and changing there, just to go to the bed without saying anything at all.

“Neji… you will get sick if you stay here,” Lee commented, his voice breaking down every couple of words and giving him the necessity of coughing. The brunet offered him one of the water bottles, and he let out a soft smile before sipping from it.

“I don’t care. I want to stay by your side, Lee.”

His husband said nothing, but he ended up wrapping him with his arms, humming softly when Neji returned the embrace without saying anything at all.

"I ruined the day, and everything. I am sorry, I know you wanted to be with Hinata and your niece–"

A sneeze, and Neji used the short self-interruption to speak with him, a hand carefully holding the other man's face.

"Lee. Dearest, you got sick, you didn't do this on purpose," the brunet whispered, placing a gentle kiss on each of Lee's cheeks. "There's time to visit my cousin and her kids, but now, you have to get better first. I don't want to leave you alone when you're like this, and I won't."

"But I am a Jounin. I can take care of myself," Lee protested with a pout, giggling as he received more kisses.

"And? You're my husband, I'm going to help you when I can. Also… you literally can't get out of bed. Stop trying to act all though."

A chuckle, and then Lee let out a long yawn before getting comfortable on the bed, ready to continue sleeping– Neji decided to imitate him, but his brain didn't want to let him rest.

He felt tired, and almost fell asleep on the spot, yet his gaze fell on the dark night sky before tiredness could take over. What time was it already? Neji couldn't see the clock from where he was… it wasn't needed, though.

The sky lightened up with a million different colors, and only then Lee opened his eyes and the cloth on his forehead fell, startled by the sudden noise. His partner got closer to him, caressing his shoulder with such softness that the taijutsu master relaxed once again.

"Happy new year, Lee. I love you," Neji mumbled,

"New year…" Lee repeated, scratching his stuffy nose as he talked, starting to fall asleep– before that could happen, he opened his eyes widely, suddenly remembering something. "It is Gai's birthday! Oh, I do not think I will be able to give him his gift…"

Neji couldn’t help it but chuckle, and his husband slightly tilted his head to the side in a silent response.

“I’ll give it to him, don’t worry. You have to rest,” the brunet exclaimed, getting closer to the other man just to place his lips on his boiling forehead. Lee smiled and rested his head on the crook of Neji’s neck, shifting his body closer to his.

“Thank you… I love you.”

They didn’t say much afterwards, falling asleep to the sound of fireworks and their own breathing.

… and if Neji woke up with a sore throat the following day, he tried to not let it show too much, simply waiting until it faded away with time. He didn’t want to worry Lee too much, at least not while he was ill.

#nejilee #leeneji #neji hyuga #rock lee #naruto

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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“I just wanna throw my phone away... Find out who is really there for me... You ripped me off -- your love was cheap -- Was always tearin' at the seams... I fell deep -- you let me drown -- But that was then, and this is now: Now look at me!”

~“Part of Me” by Katy Perry

x~x~x~x

Learning how to banish a boggart had taken Carewyn a little bit of practice. She certainly had no problem with Charms overall, nor was she prone to shrink in the face of fear...but the true trick behind defeating a boggart was laughter, and Carewyn had always been a bit too overly serious for her own good, even as a child. A lot of it came back to how sensitive she was and therefore how much she didn’t want anyone else to be hurt (which, honestly, was the backbone of a lot of different types of humor, like slapstick or practical jokes). This didn’t mean Carewyn was devoid of humor, however -- a fact made evident when she took on her new cohort Tulip Karasu’s boggart in the Artifact Room.

Carewyn and Tulip had had a rather professional relationship at the start, but she’d been truly startled, seeing how pale Tulip’s face had gotten in the face of her boggart. It made her all the more convinced to make that boggart disappear as quickly as possible -- and she did so by quickly transforming the Merula boggart before their eyes, dressing her in one of Bill’s old crush Emily Tyler’s most obnoxious sweaters.

Tulip laughed really, really hard, and Carewyn felt herself smiling a bit too, seeing the color come back to her cheeks.

Over the course of the day, however, Carewyn found herself wondering about Tulip’s boggart and what it had said. The red-haired Slytherin had always gotten the feeling that Merula and Tulip’s relationship had been rather transactional, since it was so focused on finding the Cursed Vaults -- heck, even Tulip had called Merula her “accomplice,” rather than her friend. And yet in the courtyard, after dueling Merula to get her key to Jacob’s locked room, Merula had reacted so hostilely to Tulip spending time with Carewyn...

Although yes, Merula had reason to dislike anyone siding with her school rival over her, her words hadn’t been those of someone breaking off a business partnership, Carewyn thought to herself. They were the words of someone who’d felt betrayed.

Don’t see how she could be, since she doesn’t know the first thing about friendship, Carewyn thought scathingly, as she recalled her insulting and putting down her new stooges Ismelda Murk and Barnaby Lee in the courtyard.

Yet if Tulip’s boggart was Merula haunting her for her supposed “betrayal,” then Tulip had to feel remorse for what had happened between them. And if she felt remorse for what had happened...well, then perhaps Tulip was hurt far more than she’d let on.

And so Carewyn went to go find Tulip at dinner that night. The Ravenclaw prankster sat at the far end of the table with no one but her toad Dennis for company.

“Hi, Tulip,” Carewyn greeted kindly.

Tulip looked up in surprise. Then she gave an offhand smile.

“Hello, Carewyn Cromwell,” she said.

An awkward silence fell between them. It felt as though both of them were waiting for the other to speak first, but no one was breaking the ice.

Carewyn’s eyes fell down to the table between them uncomfortably. With a swallow, she then forced herself to look back up at Tulip, her eyes blazing with a bit more determination.

“...May I sit with you?”

Tulip blinked, but she recovered quickly.

“Of course.”

Carewyn sat down. Keeping her eyes averted, she helped herself to some roast potatoes and beef, salting her serving before she began to eat. Silence once again fell between them -- a kind that stuck like gum to the corners of their ears.

“So...what’s the plan?”

Carewyn looked up, startled.

“I reckon you came over to plan out our next step,” Tulip said casually. “We should be more than able to handle the boggart in your brother’s room now, after what you did to the one in the Artifact Room...”

Carewyn didn’t answer. Tulip pressed on.

“And once we do that, well...then I guess we can look through what your brother left behind -- see if there’s anything Merula and I missed. It is a bit of a mess, though, so we’ll probably have to factor in several days, to comb through it all...”

Tulip tilted her head to the side as she looked at Carewyn, searching her expression for approval. Carewyn, however, didn’t respond.

Tulip’s lips twitched with a frown, but she very quickly tried to obscure it.

“How does tomorrow sound?” she prompted. “We could always head over after Charms class.”

Finally Carewyn forced a smile and answered.

“...Sounds good.”

Tulip looked almost relieved by Carewyn’s answer. Her mouth spread into a fuller smile.

“Great!”

With the end of this conversation, silence fell between them again, as Carewyn helped herself to a dinner roll.

“...Was there something else?”

Carewyn looked up. For the first time, Tulip looked a bit unsettled.

“Something else?” Carewyn repeated, confused.

“Something else you wanted,” said Tulip. “I mean, you did just leave your friends behind to come sit here.”

There was something oddly stiff in Tulip’s posture, almost expectant. It was as if she was bracing herself for what Carewyn would say next, as if...she was waiting to hear what favor the other girl wanted to ask of her.

Carewyn felt her heart crinkle up with pity. Her eyes flickered with a strange type of righteousness.

“I don’t want anything,” she said forcefully.

She paused. Her eyes fell down to her plate as she put down her knife and fork.

“...I just...didn’t want you to be alone, after what happened with your boggart.”

Tulip gave a double blink.

“I’m sure you’ll say it was no big deal, but...well, I don’t think it was,” said Carewyn. “I’d thought the reason you and Merula teamed up was just because you both wanted to find the Vaults...but after what that boggart said -- I think I was wrong, about that. I think there’s a lot of things I don’t know, and that I shouldn’t have just assumed...”

Carewyn tried to look Tulip in the eye, but her gaze just couldn’t seem to move any higher than her right shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Merula,” she said very firmly, “and I don’t know how close you two were, before you fell out...but one thing I do know is that what your boggart said -- about how you’ll never have any friends? That’s the real lie. Your boggart is the liar for saying that -- not you.”

Tulip stared at Carewyn, stunned. She was struck dumb for a long moment -- then, finally, she looked away.

“...How do you know that?” she asked lowly.

There was no hint of a smile in her expression now -- only discomfort, trimmed with hints of gloominess.

A rush of empathy pulsing through her veins, Carewyn actually reached right across the table to take hold of Tulip’s hand. Tulip was so startled by the gesture that she looked up again.

“Because I don’t think a disloyal person would fear hurting someone they called their friend,” Carewyn said through a fierce smile.

She gave Tulip’s hand a supportive squeeze.

“I understand if you have trouble making other friends, or if you don’t want to make any more right away...but for what it’s worth...I’d say when you do find those new friends, they’ll be a lot better than the one you left behind. And I hope they don’t just come to talk to you when they want something.”

Tulip stared from Carewyn’s face to down to their joined hands and then back. Then her eyes fell back down to their hands and stayed there.

“I suppose you want to know why,” she mumbled. “Why Merula’s my boggart -- what it means.”

Carewyn shook her head. “No.”

Tulip raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

“Sure, I was curious about it,” said Carewyn as she released Tulip’s hand at last, “but I meant what I said, Tulip -- I don’t want anything from you. Not even an explanation, if you don’t want to give me one. It’s really none of my business, anyway. And if it’s painful for you to talk about...then the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

Carewyn forced herself to look Tulip right in the eye, wanting to make sure she knew she was sincere.

“I came over here because I was worried about you. We don’t have to talk about Merula, if you don’t want to -- we can always talk about something else. We can even not talk at all, if you want.”

Tulip regarded Carewyn with something like bewilderment.

“So...you really don’t want me to explain?” she asked uncertainly. “You’re really okay just...not knowing? Even if Merula could be right, and I could betray you too -- all because you don’t know this about me?”

Carewyn scoffed. “I doubt any of us will live to see the day that Merula Snyde is right about something.”

Her gaze and voice then softened.

“...Tulip, we’ve all done things we’re not proud of. That’s part of what being a good person is -- learning from our mistakes and trying to be better. And well, your boggart already tells me that you regret losing Merula’s friendship. If that feeling is so strong that a boggart could pick up on it, then surely that means you want to try to make sure that doesn’t happen again, right?”

Carewyn smiled reassuringly.

“I have faith in you, Tulip. I’m sure you’ll be a great friend to whomever earns your friendship next.”

Tulip seemed oddly moved by Carewyn’s sentiment. Her shoulders had lost all of their stiffness, and her smile seemed softer and prettier than before.

“...You’re so strange, Carewyn Cromwell.”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. “How so?”

“Whenever we’ve been helping each other, it’s been about the Vaults, but right now...it’s weird. It’s like you don’t care about any of that right now...even though I know it does matter to you.”

Carewyn frowned. “One can care about their own goals and other people’s well-being at the same time.”

“Maybe...but you care even though we’re not even really friends,” Tulip pointed out. “Sure, I’ve helped you out and all -- but fussing over me will only take your time and focus away from the Vaults.”

“Well, this isn’t about me,” huffed Carewyn. “It’s about you.”

Tulip’s black eyes seemed to sparkle. For a split second Carewyn thought she might cry, but instead her lips slowly unfurled into a fuller, warmer smile than Carewyn had ever seen before.

“...Thank you, Carewyn Cromwell,” she said.

Tulip paused. Then, very hesitantly, she spoke again, more grimly this time.

“...You said you don’t need to know, but...I want you to. That is...if you don’t mind listening.”

“Of course,” Carewyn said at once.

Tulip gave a small weak smile.

“...A lot of people don’t know this,” admitted the Ravenclaw, “but Merula was the first friend I made at school. We met on the train, and...well, I envied her. Her parents are in Azkaban, and even before then, they were never around, so she’s used to doing whatever she wants. But me...”

She cringed.

“My parents both work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” she muttered sourly. “My whole life has been nothing but rules.”

Tulip brought her arms to rest on the table and leaned her chest on top of them.

“When I came to Hogwarts, I was finally free to rebel -- do what I want, for a change. Merula and I started in opposite places, but we ended up the same. We studied in class together, broke rules together...played tricks together. Then Merula became interested in the Cursed Vaults. She told me about them, and she recruited me to help her, right after you and she broke into that icy room. We decided that we’d find them first -- show the whole school just how powerful we could be...”

Tulip hung her head.

“...But then...the idea of the Cursed Vaults ran away with me. The thought of breaking those curses on my own -- of being the greatest rulebreaker, through being a Cursebreaker...it thrilled me. I wanted to find the Vaults myself, all by myself. I thought I could, if I just tried. Then maybe everyone would see me the way I wanted people to see me -- not like my parents, not just another anonymous Ravenclaw -- but as me, just me. So I hid the clues I found and used what I found behind Merula’s back. ...I wanted all the glory for myself...”

Regret pooled through each word. Carewyn reached out a hand to rest on Tulip’s arm again reassuringly -- the gesture made Tulip try and fail to give Carewyn a grateful smile without raising her head.

“...When Merula found out, we had a big argument about it. It shattered our friendship. The Vaults had made our friendship stronger, but they also destroyed it. And in the end, neither of us could access Jacob Cromwell’s room anymore, without the other one’s help.”

“Since you locked it with a lock only both of you could open,” Carewyn surmised.

Tulip nodded. “It was Merula’s idea. I think she’d already started to suspect I was thinking of betraying her and wanted to make sure I couldn’t get too far ahead, when she wasn’t around. And well, after what happened between us...I just didn’t have the heart to go after the Cursed Vaults myself, after that. Really, it...wasn’t until the boggarts started showing up that I felt any desire to go after the Vaults again...”

Carewyn frowned in confusion. “But you said you wanted to find the next Cursed Vault because I broke into the first one last year.”

Tulip brought a hand up through her bottle-red hair and rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably.

“Yeah, well...you getting scolded so openly by Dumbledore was pretty cool,” she admitted with an awkward smile. “And the boggarts proved that there was another one, just waiting to be found. Then you and Bill Weasley came looking for me, and...I got excited about it! I liked the thought of going searching for another Vault with someone -- especially an infamous rulebreaker like you...”

Tulip then twisted her face into an over-the-top frown.

“...But then it turned out that you’re an absolute stick-in-the-mud who wouldn’t know a good prank if it bit her on the nose,” she sighed melodramatically.

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows coolly as she crossed her arms. “Forgive me if I don’t think Nose-Biting Teacups are a great way to get a laugh out of someone.”

This dry humor, however, seemed to be enough to earn a laugh out of Tulip. The smile on her face then relaxed, fading slowly.

“Still...even if you’re way too serious for your own good...I have to admit, you’re a good person, Carewyn Cromwell.”

She forced her smile a bit, which made it look more detached again.

“I’m sure you’ll make plenty of friends. You’d deserve it -- even if you can’t take a joke to save your life.”

Carewyn, however, didn’t smile back.

“Deserve?” What have I done, to “deserve” a lot of people supporting me? I haven’t done anything that great. Even the Vault I only broke the curse on to try to find Jacob...I only ever did it for myself...

Rather than verbalize this out loud, Carewyn shifted her focus back onto Tulip.

“I don’t need to be popular,” said the ginger-haired Slytherin lowly. “I just want friends who’ll stick by me as much as I plan to stick by them. I don’t care how many they might be.”

Carewyn eased her own arms down onto the table and leaned across them so as to get a little closer to Tulip.

“And for the record,” she said with a slightly cooler smile, “I plan to stick by you, Tulip Karasu.”

Tulip was completely thrown for a loop. Her eyes widened as she stared at Carewyn, dumbfounded. She examined Carewyn’s face critically for some trace of joke or hesitation -- upon finding none, Tulip slouched a bit in her seat. She looked down at her plate, thinking. Then, at long last, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up, her lips spread in a faintly self-conscious, but very bright smile.

“No joke?” she asked.

Carewyn smirked. “I don’t joke. I’m an absolute stick-in-the-mud, remember?”

Tulip laughed. It made Carewyn’s smirk soften to a more sincere smile, and Tulip likewise found her expression softening too.

“I’ll have to fix that, you know!” Tulip said mischievously. “No friend of mine is going to stay completely straightlaced and never have any real fun...especially when she’s breaking the rules left, right, and center!”

“There are ways to have fun that don’t involve breaking the rules,” Carewyn said reprovingly.

“There are also ways to make an omelette without breaking some eggs, but you won’t see me doing that,” Tulip shot back coolly.

The bottle-red-haired Ravenclaw got up from her seat with a new gleam in her eye.

“Now then, new friend -- reckon everyone’ll be heading to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Want to stop on into Zonko’s and get more material for another Jumbo Dungbomb?”

“No,” said Carewyn. “But if you want to go to Zonko’s, then I’ll go with you. Then maybe we can go to Gladrags after -- it’s right next door.”

Tulip rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling as she and Carewyn left the Great Hall together, breaking apart at the door for their respective dormrooms.

Merula had never volunteered to do something with Tulip she was actively disinterested in. If she hadn’t wanted to do something, she would’ve left Tulip to do it on her own, and maybe even actively disdained Tulip’s desire to do it in the first place.

But not Carewyn Cromwell. However much she didn’t like Zonko’s or pranks, she put Tulip’s feelings first. She put spending quality time with Tulip first.

It was new. New...but nice.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #my aesthetic #gameplay #tulip karasu #carewyn cromwell #merula snyde #bill weasley #gaaaaaah I love these two and their friendship #they're such opposites and they probably never would've become friends if it weren't for the vaults #but carewyn has such faith in tulip and tulip however much she teases loves that so friggin' much :')#next up -- the beginnings of carewyn's friendship with barnaby!!

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blushedarmybunny · 3 years ago

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On the Same Page (3) | KTH

✧ masterlist of chapters

✧Pairing: kim Taehyung x fem reader

✧ Word count: 2k

✧ Genre: Angst (m) this chapter contains adult themes, don’t read if you are a minor.

6 years after

Your mother said to you since you were little that you were always so independent and strong, now at your mid 30´s single but CEO of a successful company of art supplies, you feel that her words connected to you as an adult, it was not an easy path, but fortunately you got friends and family watching your back in every slip that you made helping you to get up and thrive.

Yes, even though a lot of people see you and can only think that the only thing that is lacking is a partner, you had to bite your tongue and remind only to yourself that you sacrifice love a long time ago for someone that deserved the entire world, and he, thanks heaven, was thriving too.

Not saying that you didn’t have your fair share of lovers from one season to another, but those flings were only to satisfy sometimes the unbearable loneliness that any human being is not capable of scape.

You were living a good life, despite of the good fair share of accusations about funding a company with divorce money, when in reality that money was donated upon it landed in your account, a ridiculous amount of course, but the world problems needed more that you did.

Of course the curiosity took best of you every now and then, that’s is how you had known about Taehyung during this years, he took a two year hiatus, BTS disbanded during this hiatus, then focused on acting that’s how he met the actress Lee Bora his costar it seems that they hit it off and started very publicly dating, lots of rating for his show, a year past and they had a child together unmarried, a true scandal but in spite of the public pressure they never got married and started to raise the little Kim Gyeong-Ja, and they were one of the most publicly acclaimed celebrity couple, getting all source of attention from the press whenever they were, you really didn’t pay much attention after that you were happy that he could move on from you even if that hurt a part of you that could never let him go, he at the end was exactly how you predicted him to be, sometimes you hated to always be right, but at least you knew that he had fulfill his most wanted desire.

At the end of the day, he was happy and part of you was so proud of him.

Now that your priorities shift your job is your entire life, which was fine by you because it made you busy and your life simpler.

Today you need to assist a new art gallery event downtown, now that you are busy woman meetings, travel, events and openings were part of your daily life, so you prepare yourself and went.

The first thing you see it´s a particular art style that you had seen before but don´t remember where, the host received you, you out of curiosity had to ask

“Everything looks so well, I had to ask who´s the artist? This style seems familiar” you asked politely.

“The artist is an ex-idol” she almost whispered while you raised an eyebrow.

“ yeah I know but it´s good publicity and can bring investments”

“May I ask who is the ex idol we are talking about?” you asked praying that it wouldn’t be the one person you were thinking about…

“V”

“V?”

“Yeah, from bts” she simply replied confirming your fear, you blood ran cold and just wanted to vanish, now you had to leave fast.

“Oh, I see, well it´s good to see you must be busy so I don’t bother you anymore” you waved goodbye and started to walk to the exit as fast as your heels let you, when suddenly you hit a very familiar chest, with a very familiar smell and very familiar firmness, two long hands stabilize you.

“I’m very sorry…” you said quickly while you look up then appearing Infront of you it’s the presence of the person that you tried to avoid for so many years, the person that had a place in your heart that nobody could replace, Kim Taehyung.

“y/n…” he whispered without stopping his strong grip“…you are here” then he smiled.

“You are here! ” he hugged you tight all you could do was hugging him back still in shock that you are in the presence of your ex husband that you haven’t seen in so many years.

A couple of seconds past and you break the hug and with all your courage you looked at him in the eyes.

“Taehyung long time no see…”you manage to say, he looked amazing, he was wearing very stylish designer clothes, his brown hair was a little bit longer, he smelled amazing too, it was a fucking dream.

His eyes look at you back, both hiding something neither sure of how to act or say.

“It amazing to see you, you look phenomenal!, ” he chuckled “but at the same time you are exactly how I remembered you” he looked at you once again warm feeling building up in your chest.

“Thank you” you replied but quickly remembered that you needed to go, not willing to keep torturing you this way “I …uh have to get going now” you said too him his smile immediately dropped.

“uh? But you haven't seen the whole exhibition, have you?” he sounded disappointed “let me show you.”

“I can come back another day, this exhibition it's supposed to be up for a month” you tried to persuaded him even though you were talking with the most stubborn person on earth.

“Right, ok I let you escape this time, but before you go please promise me that you'll have dinner with me this week” he said smiling again his gaze sharpened watching every move of yours.

“dinner? What are you saying?” you keep pressuring him to just let you go, but he wasn’t going to accept no for an answer.

“I haven’t see you in years, I have so much to tell you, I want to hear from you what you are up to” he confessed “please I won’t bother you ever again.”

With much hesitation you nodded and he smiled and nodded back.

“may I have your number?” he asked pulling out his cellphone and you said your number, you quickly saw his homescreen, a beautiful toddler smiling.

It must be his daughter

“pass me your phone , please” he demanded and you handed it to him, your homescreen was a beach landscape of you vacation in Mikonos, you never got the chance of going before and when you started to have more time you begin to travel, that was the way you started to heal, you met new cultures and had so many new experiences that not even Taehyung had offered you.

He quickly typed his number and give it back to you, you said goodbye and while you were on your way home a text of Taehyung appeared on your screen.

Was good to see you today, take care :)

You smiled while typing a response:

It was good to see you too, see you soon.

The past few days you weren't prepared for the unexpected attention that Taehyung was paying to you, he would text good mornings and good nights, asks you about your day but above all he was pressuring you about a date for the dinner you had made a agreement the night of the exhibition, you keep beating around the bush but he wasn’t giving up, tired of inventing excuses you finally say to him:

Ok lets go out on Tuesday, can you?

The reply arrived in less than a second

Yes! See u on Tuesday, take care

Finally on tuesday you were sitting in a very fancy restaurant apparently it just had open a few months ago and it was full of people, Taehyung looked perfect as always, but today he went out his way to look even hotter if that was possible, you chug on your wine to calm your nerves.

“you look beautiful y/n” he said softly looking at you

“This feels like a date” you tried to joke but he didn’t replied his gaze was so strong that you felt you could not apart your eyes from his.

“So you been acting right?” you change the subject to lighten the heavy tension.

“Yeah its nice and I quite enjoy it” he responded “what about you?”

“I been taking care of my company, traveling, I've been busy” you replied.

“Really?”

“yes, I bought a house too, I always wanted to live in a house and I finally did it, nothing too fancy or anything” you tell him, he was hearing every detail nodding.

“I see, that makes me glad” he smiled and “are you seeing someone?” -he asked pressing his lips together.

You raise your eyebrow faced with such a question

“no, not right now”- you responded lowering your gaze noticing how his fist softened.

“Oh” he managed to reply “well I’m not seeing anyone either, I guess we are both single”- you looked at him surprised.

So he is not with the mother of his child anymore?

“I heard you have a child now”- you said sipping your wine, at the mention of his daughter his look change to a small shine, like when someone remembered a precious moment.

“Yes that right, my baby is the most beautiful princess in the world” he said to you smiling.

“I seen pictures she is adorable, and how cant she not? Her father is Kim Taehyung” you assured him smiling back.

“Oh really, she look more like her mom but then there are little things that she definitely got from me, like my smile” he was so invested talking about his daughter and you were invested too, it was a new face of him that you haven’t seen and it made you so happy because you knew how much he wanted it, he stopped suddenly and looked at you.

“Sorry if get carried away but I can´t help it” he apologized.

“Oh no, I enjoy listening to you talking so passionately, its so cute” you confessed

“Really?” he felt suddenly shy and sipped his wine

“That’s why things are the way they are now, look at you” you said to him

“What?” he smiled

“You are so happy as a father I knew it” you said smiling-“ I’m happy for you”.

You look at him but his gaze changed like he was fighting something inside.

“yn I would never regret having my daughter in a million lives, but I would always regret letting you go” he confessed without warning and your lips parted surprised, you gasped.

“Taehyung…”you exclaimed with a weak tone

“No yn listen, I don’t know if I would have the chance to tell you this but I’m not gonna miss it, ” he said firmly “leaving you was the hardest thing I ever done in my live, I almost die along the way, and to this day I believe that a part of me truly died when we were divorcing, but I tried my best to go on with my life and I did, I slept around with many women that could satisfy my carnal needs but at the end of it all there was something that was lacking, when I met the mother of my child she could temporarly fill the void but at the fucking end it wasn’t enough, you ruined me for the rest of women, yn, you are that kind of woman” he confesed and you were taken back by his words.

“Oh god, Taehyung I feel the same” you said to him your chest burning- “you were the love of my life it just seemed pointless keeping up with people, it was never going to even come close.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Im saying that after all this mess, you are still the man I could never stop loving, even if we are not together, in heart there will always be a place for you” you confessed.

“yn don’t play with my feelings like this” he warned you.

“Tae that’s the truth, in your words, you ruined me for other men”

He give you a wide boxy smile.

“Ifs that’s how you feel, would you give us another chance?”

You smiled back at him

“Yes, tae, I want to be yours again”

“oh shit” he exclaimed because he dropped his glass of wine to the floor.

The waiter quickly made a gesture of don’t worry

“Don’t bother, sir” he said to him- “it looks like it just little inconvenience, mind me if I bring you a new glass?”

“It would not be necessary”

“Sir?”

“Pass me the check, we are going home” he simply said, the waiter nodded and quickly brought the check

“Tae?” you asked him- “are we going home?”

“Of course, my dear yn, we have to recover our time lost starting tonight” he smiled seductively

Oh damn

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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago

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I’m admittedly a sucker for tickle interrogations, they’re so cute. So on that note: Disc Finale Intervention Interrogation.

Dream and Punz are clearly working together. Punz made one comment about how, “We did ALL THIS —“ and even if he managed to cut himself off, the damage was done. Now the whole server is going to get to the bottom of it. Suddenly the two of them are being pinned and the whole server is getting ready to pounce. >:)

Maybe they ask the two of them to decide where they’ll get tickled. Dream calls out ribs because it’s not so bad there but oops, turns out Punz can’t stand more than a couple seconds of that. Maybe he retaliates by telling them to go for their bellies. Maybe the two of them don’t slip up, but their old friends are slowly unwinding all the clues they’ve got so far (Dream built the prison, Dream’s plan makes no sense, why did Punz jump for the prison idea immediately) as the two of them frantically try to deny what they’re figuring out. Maybe the other members, when they finally realize that Dream wanted to go to prison, start to take in just how bad he made those conditions and hey, maybe this guy has a bit of a problem. Maybe that’s when they stop interrogating them and start just trying to make them laugh. Maybe Punz catches on earlier that maybe their “go to prison” plan wasn’t so necessary after all and, when he later sees Dream start to despair, asks for tummy tickles again.

It ends well.

ohhhb i love this trope so muuuuccchh 😭 like where two lees get the choice to choose where they both get tickled, and then they end up having a mini war over choosing each other’s worst spots. like it’s a balance between choosing a spot that they know is bad on the other lee, but also is not bad on them. which is conveniently rather difficult to do under pressure 😅

(more discussion under cut)

🦙🦙🦙…

i absolutely love the idea of punz and dream almost losing sight of what they’re even been interrogated for. like just focusing far too much on picking spots, and accidentally blurting out information and plans in the midst of the pressure. the idea of them accidentally revealing that dream was planning on going to prison this whole time? and then the switch between them interrogating and just deciding that they probably deserve to last :(( AHHHH

also omfg punz noticing that dream seems to really enjoy tummy tickles, and picking the spot over and over again just to see him happy :(( and like at some point he’s even released from being pinned down so that he can hold dreams hand and pet through his hair. just him getting on board with the motive of giving dream a break, and sending him into a giggly bliss 🥺

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #i’ll cry i’ll cry i’ll cry i’ll cry #thank you so much for these anon theyve quite literally brightened my day theyre so much funnnnn 😭#soup the destroyer #Soups Disc Finale AU #lee!dream #lee!punz

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spiderling-space · 4 years ago

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Hey so this thought has been on my mind for like ages and I think that you'd be able to write a headcanon about it in a wonderful way, so I'm presenting this idea to you hehe ( I love ur blog so so so much btw!)

So let's say that whatever miracles of seven happened, that Yuu overblots. Being constantly pushed around by other students by being magicless, solving the idiot trio's problems, trying to survive overblots and dealing with Crowley's neglectful ass cheeks sure is not easy. With all the piled and bottled up negative emotions, Yuu like the previous boys, overblots. Yuu wasn't that hard to defeat cuz you know, they're magicless, but the twst boys did struggle and Yuu's quite the challenge too. So what if, after Yuu's overblot, they had a full on mental breakdown. Not like crying mental breakdown, they're full on SCREAMING, their voice are cracking too, and very painful to hear. They started to unconsciously harm themselves so they have to be tied down to prevent to hurt themselves further. How would the dormleaders react to that?

(Sorry for my English and if I ever break a rule, it's OK if you decide to not do this too. Btw I got this idea when I watch ATLA aka Aang the last airbender, for reference of the breakdown of Yuu just search "Azula's breakdown" that practically how their breakdown looked like :D)

I cant write headcanons because you basically wrote everything. I will just make comments and additions to this. first I mention the background, secondly Azula’s breakdown so non ATLA watchers can understand a little and lastly, MC having breakdown like Azula. For the record, I could write about ATLA for pages since it is something I love since 2005. LOL This became a bit meta xd

You can join the discord server here 😉🤣

Firstly, the back ground:

I was 7 years old when ATLA started airing. I’d be excited to get back home to watch ATLA after school. Azula’s breakdown was awful back then when I first watch it as a kid. And of course, when they aired the episodes again and again. I rewatched again because I remembered the show being dope when I was in 12th grade which was stress relief while studying for university exams, and then I rewatched last year and even founded a Zutara server. Now I’m getting back to the point. In the last two rewatching, I saw Azula in a different light and her breakdown at the end of the show was understandable. I can recommend some ATLA meta that you might like.

Secondly, Azula’s breakdown:

Azula lost everything. In the flashbacks, you saw she was getting along with Zuko, laughing and playing tag until Ozai’s influence on her grew while Ursa showed more affection towards Zuko since Ozai basically hated Zuko. These two triggered each other and it grew like snowball effect which came to the point that Ozai-Azula and Ursa-Zuko. She didn’t get love from Ozai, she was just a puppet, someone to empower him more, not his daughter meanwhile to Ursa, she was a monster. Azula was 8 years old Ursa disappeared. Imagine how this would affect the child. After this, she had estranged brother that she was jealous of because of Ursa’s love, a father who manipulated her, and an uncle who was too in pain to do anything and he was more focused on Zuko. She only had Mai and Ty Lee as “friends” but it was toxic and Azula used fear to control them. After Zuko got banished, Mai and Ty Lee went to their own places, leaving Azula alone with Ozai. Just when Zuko got back, she was being like the last times, cruel teasing, Mai and Ty Lee with her. Later, Zuko went away and probably got lectured by Ozai for her lie. Mai and Ty Lee stood against her. In the end, she had no one. Ozai didn’t want her with him either because he only wants power. Being alone drew her to the edge. In the Royal Hair Washing, the girl sje fired had her face. Her self hatred was palpable. She started to reflect this via Ursa, the mother who thought her as monster and didn’t love her like she did Zuko. I believe she would have had breakdown if she actually killed Zuko. At the end, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Being all alone, not being loved, self hatred and finally failing at something which is something she knows Ozai would never tolerate like he did with Zuko. This 14-year-old wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore and had breakdown.

Now last section, MC having breakdown like Azula’s:

Let’s see the things MC went through:

Stripped away from home

Doesn’t have much memory of it

Is thrusted into a world so foreign to them, where everything is foreign to them. There is no familiar thing that can make them recall home or feel at home

Is forced to study things that they have no prior info where the others have prior info and they are expected to ace the tests. This puts on pressure on regular students, can’t imagine the pressure they would feel since they barely understand the magic.

Is treated like trash by everyone at least once. From the first moment they came to Twisted Wonderland, they were like dirtbag. Dire gave them a house where they could get Hepatitis A to C, tetanus, hypothermia and any other disease. They have lived in that state for months and the house barely got fixed by the end of exams. They got belittled or used by almost all characters at least once. Examples: Vil calling them nobody; Azul trying to take the only thing they have from them, the dorm; Riddle calling them uneducated because not having magical parents; Leona acting like they are a toy in E2; Jamil literally manipulating their choice; sometimes NPC characters talked; Cater making them do his work etc.

They are given more than a person should handle. They are not certificated psychologist, they aren’t superhuman, they don’t have super healing... They are just human but has to fight enemies than can easily kill them if it were not the magic users around them. They are given the task of dealing with the emotional breakdown of the other people.

All of these are building up more and more. Maybe they started to get along with people after the belittlement and being used but every new character does this. At one point, it will be too much and they will think “they are only nice to me because I did a favor to them. If not for that, they wouldn’t be nice to me” which would lead to self doubt. When one starts doubting themselves, everything else starts to go down. Also, new characters treating them that way adds salt to the wound.

MC isn’t a professional psychologist. They can’t handle other people’s issues without taking a toll at themselves. They don’t even catch a break between everything.

Dire is deliberately keeping them away from home as they all do the errands he say. To him, what MC wants doesn’t matter much. The game doesn’t show but if MC has family and friends or pets, you can’t tell me that they wouldn’t miss them once or see, hug them or know their state, alive-dead, healthy-sick etc.

Lastly not being invincible. The end of Episode 5 shows this well. They couldn’t stand against Grim who isn’t as powerful as the other overblot characters. They are mortal who can get hurt easily.

Now all these build up meanwhile we don’t see an MC centered chapter, how they are etc. It’s all about the others. Maybe there were a few chapters asking if MC is okay after everything but it feels like it is in the second plan.

Everything that I mentioned can lead to a breakdown like Azula’s. Everything is just too much to handle and they don’t talk with a professional about it. When they finally let out everything, it feels much better, screaming out their lungs, lashing out like all of them did. They are finally letting out all of their emotions, crying and screaming; yet still feels better than bottling everything up. They think maybe that’s how overblot characters felt.

All in all, everyone in NRC needs a counselor.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #MC/Yuu #twisted wonderland meta #twst meta #twst yuu #twisted wonderland Yuu

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago

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➳a mastermind ♡

in which fred weasley turns to the resident mastermind, y/n l/n, in hogwarts for advice. the problem? he has a crush on the same girl george does: angelina johnson. the story spans over a couple of months in their second last year at hogwarts.

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a mastermind

after fred and george weasley had given up trying to enter the triwizard tournament, their sights set on a different matter. for george, it had always roamed his head. for fred, it simply popped up at the randomest of a time.

they were in the age of chasing after pretty girls with pretty smiles.

one pretty girl in particular. angelina johnson.

george's crush really wasn't a crush. it was more like a deep love for angie. he knew her really well, they were almost best friends. and angie loved him back.

fred knew both these facts, yet he couldn't possibly grasp why he still had a good old schoolboy crush on her. and he couldn't tell george either. no, george was too considerate and needed a girlfriend. and he had been patiently waiting long enough to deserve something.

sometimes he wished he was george. still funny and prank-loving, but calm and collected at times. but sometimes he liked himself just as he was. spontaneous, dramatic and terribly idiotic.

and hey, george was handsome, so he must be too, right?

one morning after tossing and turning all night, he decided he needed help.

he spotted the girl in the blue uniform and the glasses, she had the brightest yet the wisest eyes. even before he approached her, she swiftly lifted her head from the parchment she had been writing on and saw him. she met eyes with him. she didn't show any emotion she hadn't already been showing, but the simplicity of understanding was written, like all the ravenclaws, in her brain.

"um, hello," fred started.

"good afternoon, what's up?" y/n replied friendlily, parchment now away and now doodling randomly on a scrap piece of it.

"i need some help."

"okay then, go on, i'm listening," her tone was gentle and reassuring.

"i like the same girl as my brother. i don't know what to do, really."

there was silence for a little while. her eyes were focused, her hand absentmindedly drawing across the parchment.

she pushed her glasses up.

"would you consider this 'liking' you say, to be potentially love?"

"no, not at all, it's just a crush, y'know."

"a silly one? i know we all have silly crushes which are full of quite foolish feelings. but they're nice for a while."

"yeah, that's the feeling."

"why do you think you like this girl?"

"um, because-because she's pretty, and she's nice."

"two very valid reasons," y/n chirped, "and why does your brother like this girl?"

"he loves her, because she understands him and she puts up with him and they've been best friends for years. they like the same things and have the same beliefs."

"mhm."

she was still deep in thought.

"does this girl like one of you?"

"that's the problem. she's in love with him and we all know that. i just can't get over her."

"oh, moving on is easier than you think it is. simply put, your brother or the girl?"

your brother or the girl?

everything seemed so much more clearer.

"think about it this way, fred weasley, if your brother is happy, are you? good day, sir!" she saluted jokingly and set off merrily, her steps quick and paced.

she knew it was good to be cheerful around him, because if she was cynical and way too practical, it would break him. he needed to get over angelina, she thought, or it would severely affect his and george's brotherhood.

she didn't tell him that though, that would be mean and sad.

fred was quite astounded. he didn't know how this girl, who was, to him, small in size and in ego, and probably younger by a few months, knew this much.

that's the eagleclaws for you, he thought.

she didn't look intimidating, if anything, she was nice and fun, but she somehow seemed like she could be the end of you.

she knew, she knew, she knew.

she knew who the girl was, who the brother was, she knew more about him than he did himself, and she barely knew him. she about solved his issue.

he found himself being drawn to her. instead of his eyes floating to angie, they were on the chatting, studying, daydreaming girl who wore the ravenclaw blue with much nonchalence.

☆

y/n was freezing. it was the end of the school day and it was snowing. so she made her way to the ravenclaw common room, muttering a haphazard answer to the riddle, told her best friend julia that she was going to take a nap and then bundled up in the heavy sheets.

julia just smirked. she quickly went to grab fred.

"oi, fred!"

he was laughing with george and lee.

they would make cute babies, julia pondered.

"oh, hello," he said.

"come with me."

her tone was ominous and commanding.

"okayyyy."

he followed her to the ravenclaw common room, where she sat down next to a telephone.

"in a few minutes, y/n will call for a blanket because it's cold. just wait."

"and how does this concern me?"

he got a scorching glance in return.

"i have to talk to cassius in a few minutes."

sure enough, the phone rang.

"juliaaa, you're a darling, you know that right??" y/n flattered her.

"yeap." julia's face broke into a smile.

"yeah, so be a darling and could you please possibly send a nice blanket up here?? or two or even three??"

"of course, and a handsome prince with the hair colour of fire too to cuddle," she winked at fred who turned red.

"yEs oF cOurSe, juLiE, aNd prEfEraBlY thAt hE hAs sTaRs iN hIs eyEs aNd gAlAxIeS iN hIs MinD tOo," she joked back.

"okay. right up."

"wha- julia what??!!! thanks."

they both chuckled.

he handed fred a stack of neatly folded blue blankets.

"go. fifth door on the left."

and so he did. it seemed the ravenclaws were too mature to need barriers on their dormitory quarters. the door was open and the room was insanely neat. y/n was lying in a bed, eyes wide open, a small pout on her lips.

she was clearly surprised to see him. when he placed all the blankets nicely on her she smiled.

"thank you, freddie."

"aren't you gonna let me in too?" he asked, smirking.

"oh," her cheeks heated up, "i thought julia was just joking!!!"

"apparently i am indeed a handsome prince with hair of fire, stars in his eyes and galaxies in his mind," fred smirked and y/n huffed.

"it's an expression. and i didn't know she was talking about you!"

"well, scoot over."

y/n just stared at him, before shuffling over.

"i hate you."

fred just scooped her up in his arms.

"you smell good," she blurted out, before immediately turning red.

"mhm, 'pparently my cologne does have that effect on girls."

"pretty sad that only your cologne attracts girls," y/n retorted, "and i was just telling you. it does not have an effect on me."

"'kay, whatever you say."

there was a silence.

"this is boring," y/n frowned.

"wanna make out then?"

y/n glanced at him. was he for real?

she thought not. so she pretended she was asleep, and soon she really was.

fred didn't feel defeated at all.

for he had noticed the faint blush rise on her cheeks.

☆

y/n decided it was probably time she asked fred out or something. if she got rejected, she was great at moving on.

so she asked him to meet her at the corner of the library on a thursday afternoon. he didn't show.

dismayed, she went out of the library, and met george weasley.

"hey george!"

"yello!"

"have you seen fred?"

"check the astronomy tower."

"okay."

there was something mischievous about the way he winked at her as she departed. then again, it was george.

the astronomy tower was well lit and there in all his glory, stood fred. she felt a frown on her face as she approached him. he turned around and smirked at her.

"stop it. i invited you to the library to tell you that-"

her voice was muffled as fred put a hand to her lips.

"you are not going to beat me to this."

"this isn't a game!"

"eh, everything is. i really really really like you, y/n."

he anxiously awaited her answer.

a cheshire cat smile formed on her lips.

"well i was just going to tell you that transfiguration homework is due tomorrow but okay."

"..." he was staring grumpily at her, lips in a pout.

"i like you too."

he smiled, "good."

"isn't this the part you ask me on a date or something?" y/n teased, "or should i? wanna go to hogsmeade with me?"

"you beat me to it."

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hanjizung · 4 years ago

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♡ Dreamy Welcome. ♡

Lee Minho x Reader.

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♡ Warnings ♡: SMUT; (mentions of) orgasm control, fingering, masturbation, (a bit of) exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, basically just love making, pet names.

Hello! im back with another request from when i reblogged this promp list ! [8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”] hope you enjoy!

You had been missing Minho a lot since he went on tour, missed everything about him; his voice, his laugh, his smile, the way he called your name, how he hugged you and kissed you on the forehead after teasing you… His whole absence felt weird, it wasn’t killing you but you missed him a lot, you needed him back as soon as possible.

There was an unwritten list of things you wanted to do with him once he was back; first you had to hug him, tell him how much you had missed him while kissing his face and making him feel a little shy from all the affection you were giving him in front of his members, then you would steal him and take him to your house for a movie night where the only thing you would actually focus on is going to be take care of him, massage him if he wants, play with his hair and cuddle with him on your couch until he fell asleep, and the last thing on your list was to make him fuck you senseless.

Of course the two of you had the occasional phone sex, it was mostly him hiding in the bathroom between practices and telling you to touch yourself for him, moaning his name but never cumming, because he said that he wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to be the one to give you an orgasm that would have you seeing stars.

That was the promise he made during one of those calls late at night that had you feeling needy and in not a very good mood for the next day, it made you feel frustrated that you stayed always at the edge, but you were equally proud that you hadn’t broken his one rule.

The day he called you and told you with a happy voice that his last concert was in 3 more nights and that in two days after that you would be able to see him, you exploded. When you went to work you got asked multiple times what had happened that you couldn't stop smiling, making you laugh and lie to them that you were just excited for something that happened to one of your cousins or something like that.

It was a more contrastive mood than how you behaved last week, bags under your eyes, eyes semi closed from how tired you were and not so happy because your beautiful boyfriend required a session of self love where he got to edge you multiple times. Twice, to be more precise, the sudden change surprised everyone at your workplace. You seemed more energetic and focused, you did all your work with a smile on your face and you sang during your break when you ate.

You asked your boss if you could leave earlier one day, and seeing how competent you were behaving he accepted, wishing you good luck and telling you that he expected you to stay working as efficiently as possible and that he was happy with your work pace. You simply nodded, not hearing much of his speech because everything that was in your mind was your beautiful boyfriend.

Days passed quickly and you found yourself showering at 4 am to be able to go and receive your boyfriend and the rest of your friends in time. You would be done getting ready at 5, then had to get a taxi to the airport and then you would be able to spend the day with all of them, just like you wanted.

The early morning was cold, and you were thankful that you decided to wear an appropriate coat to protect yourself from the weather. You placed your hands together out of nervousness, anticipating the moment that all of them would arrive, walking through their fans and following the staff to where their vans were parked.

True… you couldn't run to Minho and wrap your arms around him. You had to keep the black mask above your nose and the dark glasses to avoid raising suspicion and pretend to be another staff member. Your relationship was a secret…

Sighing, a plane finally landed and the giant bodyguards that you sometimes brought candies to started walking towards it, you running not too far from them and breathing in to try and control your excitement, failing momentarily when you saw a group of men walk out followed by some other people close behind them. You recognized each one of your friends as soon as they walked out, they wore comfortable clothes and they seemed to be needing some more rest.

The real staff instructed them to go to the previously prepared cars, and you rushed to find your dance machine boyfriend.

You waited for Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin to get inside the car, Minho noticed you and he got in, waiting for you to close the door after you hopped in to hug you and pull you close to him in a loving manner. In the front seats, there was one of the bodyguards and the designated driver. You snuggled closer to Minho, he whispered "I missed you a lot" for you to hear only and he kissed your forehead gently, making you feel incredibly happy.

Not even 10 minutes inside the car, and soft snores could be heard, Minho's weight felt heavy in your side, but you didn't care, you were happy knowing that from that day he would get to rest for a long period of time, and you expected to spend a lot of time with him.

The stillness of the car made you open your eyes, rubbing them to get accustomed to the sun rays filters through the clear front window and you realized that you had finally arrived at the dorms. The bodyguard opened the door for you, giving you his hand to help you out. You shook Minho gently to help him wake up, yawning when he looked at you with disoriented eyes, and then you took the waiting hand to wait for them outside.

When all of them were outside the car, you helped them walk to their corresponding dorm, helping Minho walk with closed eyes because he wasn't fully awake, and when you finally got to your destination, the door was unlocked and there was a mountain of baggage and bags ready to unpack, but that would be a problem for later. In the kitchen, sitting with his laptop in front of him was Chan, he gave a low "good mornin" when he saw who had arrived, continuing to do whatever it was that he had on display in the screen in front of him. You nodded, silently greeting him and then walked to Minho's shared room. He plopped down on his bed, moving and patting the side next to him for you to lay down next to him, and you did.

"I missed you" you whispered, burying your face in his chest and hugging him tightly, making him chuckle quietly.

"I missed you too, hot stuff" he whispered back, looking down at you and patting your back gently.

The two of you stayed like that, there was no need to speak any more words, you were finally holding him, you were finally in his arms and you felt so loved. This was your safe place.

With those thoughts in your head, you dozed off again, your breathing almost syncing with Minho's steady one.

You had a beautiful dream with him, it started with you sitting on the porch of your childhood home observing the street until a younger looking Minho appeared and took your hand. He guided you to the insides of the place that used to be your home. He kissed you playfully at first, then he took your face with his hand and held you in place as the heat of the kiss increased and moments later he was eating you out in the kitchen aisle.

You were enjoying the dream probably a little too much, because you were woken up suddenly by your boyfriend's hands on your shoulder, moving you gently to bring you back to the real world.

"Seems like you had an interesting dream, didn't you?" he said. You blushed, hitting him gently on his chest and groaning.

"Maybe I wouldn't dream such things if someone," you shoot him a glare "didn't get me all worked up and then didn't allow me to cum" you complained, making him laugh. You were daring him, and you knew that, but you needed to know how much he would wait until he finally gave you what you wanted and fucked you hard like he'd done before he left.

"Oh, really, baby? It's my fault, then?" he asked. You pouted and nodded, looking at him with needy eyes. "Then I must do something to reward you for being so good, right?" his hand snaked on your tummy, getting to the edge of your shirt and going under it until it reached your breast.

His hand squeezed you, gaining a sigh from you. Two of his fingers played with your nub moment later, he shifted so he would be on his side and able to play with you, his lips finding a home in your neck and kissing you lazily, the caress of his lips against your skin and the sensation of him teasing your nipoles felt amazing, it was enough for you to start getting wet and your breathing to turn irregular, but all that ended when Jisung shamelessly opened the door.

"Hey guys, who's awake already? Does anyone wanna watch a movie?" he asked no one in particular, Minho's movement stopped and his arm quickly moved to wrap around your waist, his head fell against his pillow and you closed your eyes again to pretend to still be asleep. It was almost as if nothing between the two of you had happened, which would actually seem like it were true if both your hearts weren't racing from almost being caught.

You heard movement from the other side of the room, you recognized Hyunjin's steps passing through the door accompanied with a humm and later Seungmin's voice was heard, answering Jisung who was still standing by the entrance.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll join if we order something to eat" he said, the sound of feet against the floor letting you know he was ready to leave the room.

"Sure, let's try to convince Chan to pay," Jisung responded, waiting for Seungmin to walk with him to the living room, but when Seungmin reached him, Jisung didn't move. "Shouldn't we wake Minho and ask him if he wants something as well?"

"Nah, he stayed up the whole flight I think, and besides, he's with Y/N. Let's order something for them and let them sleep," Seungmin said, his tired voice making it clear that he didn't want to deal with trying to wake Minho up.

The answer seemed to be enough for Jisung, and the two of them left, closing the door behind them. Just then, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief.

Next to you, Minho rolled on his side, his back now at you making you confused. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"You heard them, they think we're asleep, so we might go back to sleep again, don't you think?" he responded, his tone still low. You whined, hugging his whole body as best as you could, your mouth reaching his ear to whisper to him:

"But I'm so wet… are you really going back to sleep and leave me like this?" you cried to him, you knew he could feel you putting on the tone of voice you decided to use, but he didn't say anything, so you tried your luck again.

"Please, if you're not going to fuck me at least finger me, I've missed you so much… I've been waiting for you to use me for so long" you continued, begging with a low voice and pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, starting a trail of kisses down all the uncovered skin you could see, high diving yourself in your mind when you felt him shiver under your touch.

Minho finally sighed, giving in and turning so now he would be facing you, your eyes almost shone when his right hand went to your hip and his face got closer to yours to steal a passionate kiss that you now would end up making you feel like the world was spinning.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips when both of you tried to recuperate your normal breathing, drawing a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend. You simply took his face with both of your hands and started kissing him again, suddenly one of your hands leaving his cheek to guide the hand resting on your hip to where you needed him most. If he noticed, he had been nice enough to not say anything.

Or that's what you thought, because then he broke the kiss and growled quietly, his fingers playing with the button of your jeans until he was able to open them and he wasted no more time, his slender digit slipping past your underwear and feeling all the wetness between your legs.

"Oh, Y/N, you're so fucking wet, kitten" he muttered. His hand moved away from where you wanted it to be, making you complain and furrow your eyebrows while he showed you his glistening finger before guiding it to your lips for you to lick it clean yourself. Minho rolled his eyes when you grabbed his hand and made it touch you again, you didn't care how needy you seemed, everything you could think of was how much you'd love for him to rail you.

His fingers started working on you, slowly caressing your clit and gathering your essence before he entered you, making you sigh. He was staring at you, silently admiring your features that showed just how good he was making you feel. You weren't looking at him, your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the way he was making you feel, but you didn't need to see him to know how much he was grinning, proud to have you biting your lip to not moan too loud. At some point your breathing got heavier and your legs started to tremble, the last signal meaning that you were close was when your walls embraced his fingers, your mouth opened as you found home in the ecstasy-like sensation, Minho tried to prolong it by over stimulating you.

After a moment, he finally removed his fingers from your inside and licked it clean from your juices while you recovered.

"Was that better?" he asked, gaining a humming from you as an answer.

"It was good, but I still want you to fuck me" you finally said, pouting. He opened his eyes wide, as if he was actually surprised, and said:

"You're so greedy, my needy baby wants something else besides my fingers, huh? Go clean yourself and let's go to your house then. I'll give you the best welcome back fuck of your life" he kissed your forehead, waiting for you to stand up after you heard what he said.

"Really?" you asked, full of hope. He nodded, and you almost jumped from the bed to run to the bathroom, standing in front of the door fixing your jeans before walking out the room, remembering that you weren't alone.

You made your way silently to the bathroom, saving your hand at Jeongin who apparently had gone to his room for something and happened to find you on his journey to go back to the living room. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't fully tested, but his memory worked just fine because before you entered the bathroom he told you that they were going to watch a movie and had called for some takeout food for everyone. You thanked him and got inside to do what you had to do.

An hour later, you found yourself cuddling Mingo on the only individual couch after eating and watching a comedy with the rest of the members. Some were on their phone, some still eating and others were cuddling just like you were. It was a relaxed night, and you were having a good time, but the words Minho had told you earlier resonated in your head and your pussy was louder than your heart, screaming at you to act out and make Minho take you home to complete his promise.

Covered with a blanket, your hand snaked down his form and entered his joggers, feeling up his cock. You weren't looking at him to know his reaction, but he quickly squeezed you as a warning to not continue your devilish plans.

You didn't care, continuing to tease him until he got hard enough and that's when you pressed yourself against him. He sighed, but pushed himself against you almost as if encouraging you to keep going.

"Stop, Y/N. We'll leave after the movie is over" he whispered, trying to get you to reason with him.

The answer he got was you pulling his joggers and boxers down with one hand carefully, freeing his hardened cock from its prison and wrapping your hand around him, making him hiss. One of his hands went to your neck, pulling your head back to tell you one last thing.

“Kitten, if you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat when we get to your house" he murmured, quiet enough for you to listen to his words only.

If you were going to be punished, you might as well continue what you started.

Minho's hold on you tightened when he realized that you had set your mind on torturing him, you knew the risk of possibly getting caught was high and that it made everything way more exciting, but all your tries at being subtle and not drag any attention to the both of you were affecting him horribly. He hated how you ceased all movement when someone shifted or how you tensed when everyone stopped talking was like pure hell for Minho.

His cock twitched, and he faked a yawn to hide the noise that came out of him. You took advantage of it, and played along with it.

"Oh, you're still tired? We should go back to your room so you can sleep, don't you think?" you whispered, long enough for the rest of the members to hear.

Minho caught up with what you were doing, faking another yawn and hugging your body as if you were a plushie. He nodded, and you fixed his clothes quickly so the two of you could stand up.

Minho had other plans, and stood up with you in his arms, the blanket covering his boner. Everyone's eyes were on you two, so you said goodnight and entered the shared room again. Once inside, he didn't even turn the light on, walking straight to the bed after closing the door and dropping you there.

"I can't believe you're making me break Chan's 'no fucking in the dorms' rule" he said, taking his shirt off. You laughed, starting to undress as well.

"As if you really cared about rules" you said, opening your arms for him when you and him were finally fully naked.

"You're right, I only care about you and fucking you. You'll get your punishment later" he replied, hovering over you and positioning his member at your entrance, pressing your foreheads together as he slowly entered you. He kissed you before he started slamming into you, trying to maintain your moans to a minimum so the whole 'going to sleep' act could still be believable to your friends.

With your arms thrown around his neck and your legs hugging his waist, you felt the happiest, like you were in heaven. Finally, Minho was filling you with his cock, making you feel like he was the missing piece in your life that left a hole in your constant day to day with his sole absence, but now he was back, fucking you, kissing you; loving you, and it made your head and your heart swim with happiness, because he was back and you would have him like before he left.

He was thrusting you carefully, slowly but not too much to make you feel bored or annoy you, it was almost the right speed to make the moment last longer, a try to be more passionate with you. Minho's grunts and your heavy breathing were all you cared about, you forgot about everything outside the door, but the way your reasonable side made you moan quietly still brought a sense of reality to you, you whimpered and opened your mouth to exhale, his own breathing on your face making you open your eyes to look at him while he kept working, rocking his hips against yours and trying to make you cum for the second time of the day.

"I love you" you told him quietly, looking up at his sweaty face and pulling him in by his neck to kiss him lovingly like you meant to do when you saw him coming out of the plane.

Minho smiled against your lips, allowing his weight to fall on you and support himself on his left elbow, using his right hand to caress your cheek and move a strand of your hair that had gotten on your face so he could admire you better. When he finished the kiss, you thought he would return to the old position, supporting himself with both arms, but he didn't and instead he started kissing your whole face, making you giggle and close your eyes, with each kiss he left on your face you could say he tried to speed up to finally make you reach your well deserved orgasm, everything in that moment felt so intimate, and the addition of the kisses on your face and him gently cupping your cheek let you know this wasn't simple fucking anymore.

You would make a disgusted face at how cheesy it sounded, but in that very moment you couldn't describe the intimate activity as anything else than love making.

It wouldn't be the first time that Minho treats you as gentle as this, but something… felt different. You couldn't quite tell what it was, maybe because it had been months since you were with him, or because you missed him so much, but the ambient felt more mature in the aspect that you knew that his sweet whispers praising you and reminding you that he loved you as well and that you meant so much to him were not just words.

You wanted to cry, but you knew this wasn't the moment, your quiet moans mixed with giggles and adoring smiles disappeared when the new hard thrusting made your walls tighten around Minho's cock, and without any advice you came. You knew that there was a high percentage that the boys already knew what the two of you were up to thanks to the cracking of the bed and the specific noise of skin slapping sounds, but you still wanted to try and drown your moans to simulate that you were sleeping.

"Ah, baby…" Minho grunted, his face hiding in the crook of your neck to then whisper to you "I'm gonna cum…" followed by the twitching of his cock inside you.

"C-cum inside me, fill me up" you said back, your broken voice and tucked out features when he moved to see you being all he needed to release his seed inside you.

The warm sensation of his semen flowing in you made you smile, and your panting boyfriend pulled out of you to take the tissues box he hid under his bed for all occasions.

You looked at him when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, knowing how tired he actually was by the way his eyes were closing, and you appreciated how he still worried to clean you and not let you all sticky, very sweet of him.

The two of you dressed up lazily, this time laying in bed to sleep like you had said that you would do some time ago.

"I'm so happy you're back, I really missed you" you whispered, your hand resting flat on his chest as you listened to his heart beating under you.

"I'm glad to be back as well, kitten. I thought I would go crazy if I spent more days without seeing you" he joked, patting your head with his hand.

"Let's not think about it now, I had a hard time without cumming when you weren't here" he laughed at your words responding by squeezing you a bit.

"Well, if you're going to be this needy every time I come back, I don't mind leaving you as much" he said back, tone so serious that it scared you.

"You're not being serious, right?" you moved, looking at his face. He had his eyes closed, but the faint shadow of a smile creeping on his lips. He opened them to look at you before he answered you.

"Of course not, kitten. The last thing I want is to be away from you, it's so hard to be far from you when I love you this much" he finally said, making you sigh in relief and your heart throb inside your chest.

"It's not my fault that you love me so much, you're only guilty for making me love you so bad" you smiled, going back to resting on his chest.

"Shhh, you know, that I'm the best that's happened in your life, but we can talk about how awesome I am later, now sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up" he moved, shifting to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I hope so, you promised me the fuck of my life when we go to my house and I can't wait for that" you laughed, poking his side.

"We'll see when tomorrow comes, but sleep first. Good night, baby, I love you."

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thatkdramablog · 3 years ago

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I recently stumbled on a gif from Her Private Life and remembered how good this drama made me feel!

The butterflies, the sexual tension, the amazing chemistry, the well written comedy and Park Min-Young's adorable female lead who gets so much joy from fangirling! So I naturally decided to rewatch it one more time.

Before we get into it:

Sung Deok-mi (Park Min-Young) works as a curator at an art gallery. She is a huge fan of idol group member Shi-an (One) and secretly runs a fan website about him. Because of her affection for Shi-an, she has experienced several personal break-ups and so now Deok-mi now focuses on keeping her identity as a fan a secret.

Ryan Gold (Kim Jae-Wook) was a famous painter who is now taking a break. He gets a job offer at Deok-mi's museum and an adventure unravels!

---------Warning: spoilers ahead :)--------

I'm 100% sure Ryan Gold was written by a woman because this man is too good to be true and the OTP's entire relationship is so mature - I've never seen a healthier relationship dynamic in a K-Drama before. The couple isn't afraid to actually talk and solve their problems instead of just ignoring a misunderstanding and walking away from it and are also so open with one another (they both have secrets which they eventually open up about).

I also absolutely loved seeing Ryan watch Deok-mi fangirl - it was one of the purest things ever and honestly I feel like any fangirl would kill for a boyfriend like that 😅. He was also so supportive of Deok-mi's hobby and I loved how he made all these little surprises for her where she could fangirl but didn't reveal her identity- although I would have loved to see Shi-an's reaction to that. I think it would have been so pure and I hate how we missed out on it.

Also, can we talk about how dedicated Ryan was when he was trying to join Deok-mi's special access fan page? The 50 stages of grief he went through when he had to watch hundreds of Shi-an's stages was hilarious!

Overall I just really love this drama. I think it's got a great plot - it's nothing too serious and really enjoyable. I did think the whole we-used-to-know-each-other-when-we-were-kids and amnesia storyline were a little unnecessary and ruined the show from what it was but I did love the contrast between Ryan and Eungi's adoption storylines. I also liked the mention that Ryan grew up in a loving home and the opportunity he got to build a better relationship with his younger brother and birth mother.

I thought the secondary characters were also quite memorable. I enjoyed watching Lee Seon-Joon battle a family life while also being a fangirl and truly adored the relationship the three best friends shared! I also though Cindy and Eungi would make an adorable friendship and was happy I got to see that workout. I always love seeing the heartbroken second lead find happiness at the end of a drama :)

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buckys-dollface · 3 years ago

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Hello my love, happy early birthday!! I’ve got a little activity which isn’t on your list so if you don’t wanna do it just ignore this - it’s matching the character and the trope, and then provide a little explanation/drabble as to why you paired them

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Lee Bodecker and Andy Barber

Tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, fake dating and only one bed

(Thankfully my life and my mental health is allowing me to write some again. Lowkey might turn some of these into full blown stories. Let me know if I should!)

Tysm so much again my love!

Bucky Barnes and enemies to lovers

I think this is probably my favorite trope with Bucky. Because it just makes so much sense, ya know? Like imagine you are a new recruit when Bucky arrives at the compound with Steve. You know exactly who he is, how can you not with his unwavering stare and brooding personality. He puts up this façade but inside his thoughts slowly are consumed with you. With every leering glance, your essence haunted him. He sneered at it because its becoming too much. Why did you cross his mind so much? You were an annoying tag along to him and Steve. That’s all.

“God I fucking hate you, Bucky.” You sneered. You heard a brief chuckle escape his lips. “And why is that princess?”

“Because it seems you never care about what I have to say-“

“Is that so?”

“Yes!” The irration is flowing through your veins. You are finally seeking out somewhat of a straight answer from Mr. Know-It-All. You become so focused and lost in your own little world, that you don't even notice Bucky approaching you.

Coming closer and closer. His breath looming over you, making you nervous.

“Does it seem that I care what you have to say now, princess?”

Steve Rogers and fake dating

So I imagine this during the CAWS era; Steve is so tired of Nat attempting to set him up on blind dates that just didn't work out. So he comes to you and begs, pleads with you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get Nat off his back and leave him alone.

“Please. I need your help.” His tone is adorable and you can’t help but giggle at the pout in his lips.

“Fine. What are friends for right? Not like I’ll ever get the chance to actually date a superhero.”

Little did Steve know, playing pretend wouldn’t be so easy, the lines between fantasy and reality would soon be blurred and all he saw was you.

Andy Barber and only one bed

You are Andy’s assistant and both of you were tasked to go out of town for a case. As head DA, this wasn’t unusual and you were overjoyed to be able to tag along with your handsome boss.

“So, boss.” Andy’s head perked up from his phone. It always made you melt to see his eyes gleam when they looked at yours, “Yeah?”

“Looks like we have a problem.” His eyebrows raised in anticipation as he slipped his phone back in his back pocket.

“Our suite only has one bed.” You informed his as you waved two card keys to unlock your room.

“Oh-” Oh.

“Yeah.” The eye contact between the two of you was slowly becoming overbearing. You gulped harshly as your palms started to sweat.

“I can tell the receptionist to move us if need be. You suggested as you lead the way to the wooden receptionist desk to request a new room. You admired you boss. More than admired him, you perhaps even had a budding crush on your handsome dark haired boss.

“You could," He began. "Or we can handle this like adults." His voice intoxicated you. You could breath him in and soak in his cologne.

"And what would that mean, Mr. Barber?"

He grasped your hand and didn't spoke another word as he lead you both to your suite. As his key swiped and lit the scanner green, you took note of the king bed. The bed you would soon be sharing with you boss.

"I might want some company. That bed is quite big. You don't want me to get lonesome, do you sweetheart?"

Lee Bodecker and forced promoxity

Sheriff Lee Bodecker is a man known for gathering to the truth. He takes meticulous pride in this fact. He also take wonder and absolute frustration how he can't get his mind off you. You. The town whore.

"Damn Bodecker, so this is what you do to get off, huh?" You asked, a chuckle hummed underneath your words. The handcuffs hugged your wrists almost too tightly. Nothing you weren't used too though.

"Shut the fuck up." He sneered at your amusement. His dead eyes focused solely on the road.

"What? Am I right, aren't I? You like locking up pretty ladies like me. It gives your tiny ego and dick a power trip. Ain't that right, Sheriff?"

Lee was silent.

Deafly so, it almost seems as if he is unphased. Though, Lee is doing everything in his power to fight back the erection in his pants as his eyes narrowed towards the outline of the station. You both could hear the gravel rock underneath the tires as it began to batter them.

As badly as you want to tease him more, you decided to surrender. It was fun to watch the Sheriff squirm. You could see him slowly dissolve under his seemingly striking presence.

In a faint echo, you could hear the car door yank open. You felt the cold gust your skin as your eyes peered up at his dark gaze.

"So what are you going to punish me?" You jested. Lee continued to push you forward towards the entrance of the station. Not another soul was there but you did notice the flickering on the iridescent bulbs. Your breath started to become uneven.

"Aww be honest Lee, is your wife not treating you nice? Giving you what you need?" A huff was audible from his lips and as he reached the inside of your cell, he locked the inside of the cell with both of you in it.

What in the hell

Your eyes widen at this act as he reached you again and forced you on your knees. A sinister smirk graced his lips as his hat casted a dark shadow over his face.

"You are right. You have been very bad, darlin'. So filthy in fact, I thought I would let my cock teach ya a lesson ya wouldn't forget."

#ask tay 💕#bucky barnes #lee bodecker #steve rogers #andy barber #em 💚

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najatheangel · 4 years ago

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genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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care — monsta x

request: how do you think our boys would take care of and reassure their dom? like, with a domdrop situation, when you're feeling drained or maybe even guilty :'(

a/n: sorry if these seem kind of repetitive but i hope you like them!!! all gifs are by @imnameimss !!

word count: 2.0

content: sub!monsta x, dom!gn!reader, no smut except for the beginning of wonho’s part, usage of safewords (minhyuk and changkyun), lots of mentions and depictions of aftercare obviously, lots of bad feels on the reader’s part obviously

disclaimer: legit just please take care of your partners, whether dom or sub. remember that everyone deserves the ability to use a safeword if they need/want to and everyone deserves aftercare.

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he usually doesn’t start or initiate anything, letting you be the one to do it, which is helpful when you don’t want to do anything. he’s not forceful nor do you have to shut down any advances because he’s just not vocal about it when he wants it. you’ve gotten good at spotting when he’s horny, so that’s not even an issue anymore.

but if anything, hyunwoo is attentive. he noticed something was off immediately, even before you had said a word, that this wasn’t just an off day where you were just tired.

“y/n?” you hear him murmur with concern laced in his voice, “is everything- are you okay?”

“what?” you finally meet his eyes, and his heart breaks just a bit, seeing all those bad feelings you’re holding back, “i- yeah, i’m fine, woo. just a bad day.”

“i don’t think is just a bad day, baby,” he reaches out to hold your hand, and you take it hesitantly, letting him pull you a bit closer, “can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“i’m- am i a bad person?” you blurt out, before backtracking, “and like, don’t lie to make me feel better, but am i a bad person for the things i fantasize about? i mean like, i get pleasure from hurting you! that can’t be good, i must be-”

“honey,” he whispers as he uses his free hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb soothingly, and you realize just how loud you’ve been getting, “you’re not a bad person. a bad person wouldn’t care if they were bad, and they definitely wouldn’t care about me as much as you do. you’re incredible, y/n,” he smiles sadly, “now how about we make some adjustments to our aftercare routine so this doesn’t happen again, okay?”

lee hoseok/wonho:

completely opposite from shownu, wonho is always needy and has no problems initiating, but he’s also incredibly attentive and notices something is wrong rather quickly.

“on your knees, baby,” you murmur, and right away he slides off the bed to fall to his knees, maybe bruising them a bit, but he knows you love to see him bruised up and he’s happy to make his body your canvas. he sits obediently, waiting for his next command, but he doesn’t get it. instead, you just run your fingers through his hair with a distant look on your face.

he knows in a normal situation he should stay silent, but he decides that this isn’t a right situation, “y/n? is- is everything okay?”

you snap out of your daze, “i- yeah, i’m fine. can we… not do this today, though? i’m sorry.”

“of course! that’s okay! do you… wanna talk about it?” he asks as he stands up, climbing back into bed next to you.

you sigh as he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest, “just feeling kinda icky? i’ve been feeling bad about domming for a few days, i guess i can’t hold it in anymore. can you, uhm, can you say nice things? about me?”

he tries to hold in the ‘you should have told me!’ speech that he can feel already coursing through his body because he can tell it’s not what you need nor want, “you’re the most amazing, baby, the most beautiful, the sweetest, the kindest, most loving, you’re my everything, y/n. i love you.”

“i love you too, bunny. thank you.”

lee minhyuk:

he seems like he’d be oblivious, but in fact he’s probably the most attentive to any changes in your mood whether they be sudden or gradual.

and in the moment, where that sudden “what the fuck am i doing?” realization hits you, he spots it immediately. it’s obvious in the shift from that intensely focused and amused look in your eyes to a much more nervous one. it’s obvious in the way you don’t continue your movements, both leaving him physically tense and frustrated but mentally worried out of his mind, “y/n,” he mumbles. not your title or honorific, but just your name.

“i- yeah? what is it, min?” you stutter, but the facade crumbles quickly.

“red,” he whispers like it’s a forbidden word, but it’s for your sake and not his, so there’s no hesitation in his words.

“oh fuck, i’m sorry, min, here let me-”

“wait! listen to me,” he stops you from getting off of him, pulling you close instead, “i’m fine. i’m okay and i feel good and i liked what you were doing. you’re okay, you’re not a monster, you’re not a bad person.”

you don’t ever need to tell him what’s going on in order for him to know exactly the words to say, “really? you’re- you’re okay? then why did you-”

“you needed the scene to stop,” he says, “how about you let me take care of us today? i can clean up, and we can lay in bed for a few hours and cuddle, alright?” you shake your head, trying once again to get off of time, but you should have known that once minhyuk has you in his arms, you’re not getting out, “y/n, sweetie, you always take care of me, and we’ve both failed to meet your needs this time. c’mon, let me at least try and help you feel better, please?”

yoo kihyun:

kihyun makes it a point that you both talk about your feelings constantly regarding the dynamic and before and after scenes, mostly because he had experienced a lot of sub drop over the course of your relationship when he kept trying to hide any bad feelings. so because he expects full honesty from himself, he expects the same from you.

all the bad feelings come to a head when you give in and decide to talk about them, “ki?” you murmur to him next to you, and he hums in response, “can you come here?”

he finally looks up, almost worried he had done something wrong before he sees the melancholic look on your face. he comes close to you, enough for you to pull him in, hold him with every fiber of your being, “honey, what’s wrong?”

you try to be straightforward and honest, just like how he tries to be, “i’ve been feeling bad since yesterday about what i said, about liking it when you cry.”

“are you worried about how i felt about it? or do you feel like a bad person because of it?”

you sigh, “kind of both.”

“first of all, i thought that it was incredibly hot in the moment, so don’t worry at all about that first bit,” he chuckles half-heartedly, holding you tightly against himself in return, “and secondly, you’re not a bad person for enjoying that. you knew i was consenting and we talked about everything beforehand. you didn’t do anything i didn’t want.”

“you’re sure?”

“i wouldn’t lie to you, y/n. i’m sure. now what can i do after a scene to help you feel good? obviously i might need more attention physically, but aftercare is for you too.”

chae hyungwon:

hyungwon is caring in his own little, quiet way. in the way he’ll take care of chores for you or press a kiss to your forehead even as you’re asleep when he leaves or in the way he’ll notice you’re having a bad day and silently ask to hug and hold you until you feel better. he’s quietly caring.

and it’s the same now. he’s silent unless you ask him to talk, holding you quietly as you both sit on the bed, “i’m sorry, wonnie.”

“don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. just talk to me.”

“i’m so tired,” you groan, feeling his touch on your shoulder to keep you grounded, “i just feel so constantly paranoid that this isn’t what you want and i’m really just hurting you and you don’t actually want this, you’re just saying you do for my sake-”

“y/n,” he whispers, brining you attention back to him, “i have clear hard limits for a reason, and you’ve always respected them. i get that you’re trying to attentive to what i want, but i need you to trust and believe me. anything i let you do or ask you to do to me is something i want. you’re okay.”

“i’m okay, okay, just- just keep holding me. and- and keep reassuring me, please, i need to hear it,” you feel him adjust as you speak, lying down and pulling you to rest against his chest.

“of course, i’ll say those words until my lips are blue.”

lee jooheon:

he’s an angel, if a bit dense, that only wants the best for you both. so it takes him a moment to catch what’s going on, especially because he was incredibly needy for you but he can never stand to see you this messed up yet trying to keep it together.

“baby!” he calls out, hoping to catch your attention, but you’re too into your phone to look at him, “please, y/n, i’m so needy for you. i want to be all yours. so take me please, please don’t ignore me-”

“joo, please leave me be, i want to be alone,” you whisper, but your shaky voice worries him more than your words confuse and upset him.

“darling, talk to me, please,” he pleads, resting his head in your lap in order to make you look at him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“i just- i feel bad, okay? i don’t want this right now,” you try to keep your voice still, but it’s in vain, “fuck, jooheon, i don’t want to do this right now, okay?”

“i wasn’t- i wasn’t pressuring you into doing anything! i’m just worried about you!”

“well i just- the idea of what… i normally do today, makes me feel icky, you know?” you feel him wrap his arms around you in a weird sort of cuddle position, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head cutely, and you run your fingers through his hair sweetly, “don’t be, let’s just lie here till you feel better. i love you, y/n, i love you so much.”

im changkyun/i.m:

in the moment he says the safeword, changkyun isn’t focused on you, and you’re not focused on you. you’re focused on taking care of him, getting him in a more comfortable position, and asking what happened. you’re not thinking about yourself as you comfort him and lull him to sleep, and you don’t think about yourself until long past he’s fallen asleep.

but then you do think about yourself. it’s so worrying to hear the word in the moment, but once the adrenaline wears off and all there is is the stifulling and suffocating fear of ever doing that again and the cruel shame that it even happened this one time is enough to wreck any chance of falling asleep together you might have.

you sit in the kitchen, drinking a cup of water, when a grumpy and tired changkyun walks out of the bedroom and clings to your back, “why are you out of bed?”

“i wasn’t feeling good, honey. go lie down, i’ll be back soon,” you murmur hushedly, but he doesn’t leave you be.

“please don’t feel bad about earlier. it wasn’t your fault that it was too much for me.”

“baby, it kind of is. i shouldn’t have pushed you that far, and now i just, i don’t feel good. i can't- i can’t sleep. i don’t even want to look at you because i’m too afraid to face it.”

“then don’t look at me, it’s dark anyway. just listen to my voice, let me try to soothe you, okay? we can talk about what happened and how it’ll be handled later on in the morning. for now, let’s go back to bed. do you want me to sing a little bit for you to lull you to sleep?”

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Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth

Kanene’s note: I am very proud of this sdfghjqswerty.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Toshinori with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa. Platonic or Romantic. Around 4.500 words.

* This has mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, tickly kisses...), teasy nicknames, use of the spotlight system (green, yellow and red) and baby talk. If there is anything that needs to be tagged just lemme know!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Tell someone that makes you feel safe how much they matter to you. If you want, no words are needed. Sometimes just an emoji or��‘this reminds of you’ is needed. Don’t forget you’re especial to someone, as well. <33

[~*~]

“W-wait!”

His arms twitched on their position above his head and, not for the first time, he felt himself starting to lower them in a desperate urge to hide his flaming face adorned by a soft, uncontrollable kind of smile that only a few people in the world could claim the happiness of seeing.

A warm hand rested on the right side of his ribcage and nails positioned themselves under his toes, two playful gazes looking at him, warningly.

“Let’s-” a quiet gasp escaped from his lips when he tried to make a placating gesture with his hands and lowered them further, making the nimbly fingers start to wiggle restlessly on his spots. “I aham sure we can think another solution for this p-problem!”

Goosebumps ran freely across his body in a wave of warm and excitement as the concentrated, evil black eyes blinked lazily at him, their owner not dignifying himself with an answer before he shoved his face back on the right side of his stomach, nuzzling and humming calmly, his nose exploring, drawing shapes on the ticklish skin, the adult being extremely careful and attentive enough so every vibration seemed to buzz on every and any of his so, so sensitive nerves, leading his back to arch with the unbearable sensation and the “attacker” to smirk in his quietness.

“I-I beg f-for you to reconside-eek!” He squirmed harder as a low ‘oh’ was pronounced, trying - with not nearly all his strength, if he was being honest, but no one needed to know that - to dislodge the other adult from the newly found sweet spot right next to his hip, which was currently being rustless attacked with soft, barely there kisses that, no matter how much he buckled, refused to move. “Please, please. Yohou don’t have to d-do this!”

His barriers were starting to crumble, quiet sounds beginning to find their way out of his firmly pressed lips, red growing more on his face as an awed cooing researched his ears and the long, awfully long nails lightly scratched the arch of his feet, making themselves known. They prodded, scribbled and danced skillfully across his sole, circling the weak spots that, for the way the blonde’s grin widened every time he stumbled in a new one, wouldn’t be forgotten that easily.

And then Toshinori giggled.

That was when he realized he was doomed.

“Aw, but I do think we do! Who wouldn’t want to hear more of that cute laughter of yours, my dear squeaky listener?”

“Hi-hizashi-san!”

“Yes, my wiggly wiggley bear? What is the matter? You seem rather smiley today. ~” Hizashi sing-sang, an only one finger focusing at that lovely spot right under the ball of his feet that made him squeal in a poorly hidden delight, his laughter starting to overcome his titters. Especially as Shouta decided to be a little more hands-on and weak, almost maddening touches were spidered on Yagi’s right side, not helping at all the flow of high pitched squeaks escaping from his mouth. “Does that tickle? Huh? Does that tickle tickle tickle you so much that it makes you want to give us all that amazing squealing squeals and cute yelps? Aw, isn’t that so kind of him, Shou?”

“You think that after so much hero work the Symbol of Peace would have gotten at least a bit of a resistance.” Aizawa pointed, not bothering to lift his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled as they hit directly Toshinori’s tummy, not even a drop of remorse on his tune as his act made the aforementioned to crackle, kicking as a series of ‘nonono’s filled the room. “Don’t you agree, Toshinori? Just a few well placed tickles here and there and then All Might would be begging for mercy in a few seconds. Tsk. So ticklish, so helpless, so cute.”

Aizawa didn’t call them cute often. He did, however, reconsider his choice when his gaze quickly locked on Yagi, a nice feeling bubbling in his chest with the other’s half whine, half giggle, his wobbly, happy smile almost disappearing under all the blush that consumed his features.

“Right!” Yamada experimentally squeezed his calf, beaming when a guffaw answered him, the leg tugging halfheartedly on his grip, arms hugging himself to not push them away. “But that is no problem! We are teachers, after all. Teachers very capable of teaching him how to increase his endurance, and I think I have the perfect idea of a lesson to help him.”

Yagi was dying. Part of himself wanted to flee away from all the attention, all the warm, caring touches and compliments and that absurdly insufferable sensation that still tingled his body even now, when Shouta and Hizashi stopped to loom over his form with matching evil smirks, making it almost impossible for him to not hide his face and curl in a silly, rather giggly ball.

The words of the previous finally sank in his mind and he fiercely shook his head, not trusting his own mouth and trying to not let the amusement he felt blooming on him to drip on his move.

“Awesome! Thank you for agreeing, tickly listener. It’s amazing to know you’re also as eager for this just as we are!”

“But I did not-” A true shriek cut his words as Aizawa dug his fingers on his armpits, resulting in a sea of wild giggles to overtake him. The tickles being mean enough to be able to completely dissolve his protests, although also the right amount of light so Yamada’s teasy words would still be able to be heard above him.

“So!” The Voice Hero clapped joyfully, getting even more excited at the other's reactions. “The best way to be prepared for any situation is to train! Practice! You need to be prepared to all resist to any and every trickys tickly tickle technique that exists, which means scribbles, scratches, squeezes, kneads, nibbles, nuzzles, kisses, spidering, nursery rhymes, and ooooh, of course, raspberries!” Hizashi nodded once, determined.

“I can’t!” Yagi threw his attempts of forming entire, coherent sentences out of the window, his brain basically short-circuiting on Hizashi’s first examples. “Please, please, I swear! I cahahan’t!”

“Oh, don’t worry my dear sweet, squirmy listener, it’s really a lot of work to do... But! You will not be doing it alone! Me and Shouta will be here cheering and helping you for hours and hours and hours until you master the whooole lesson. And," the blonde got closer, lowering his tune until his words were just a breath on Yagi's ears, teasing the sensitive spot no matter how much he shrugged and shook his head. "If you get something wrong all we need to do it's just start aaaall over and over again, right, Shou?!”

“Oh gohod.”

“Of course, I don’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t have potential.”

Aizawa’s predator smirk and tone maybe would be scarier if it wasn't broken by Yamada’s loud cooing, the taller coming back to his previous position as he rested a quick squeeze on Shouta's hip, fishing a surprised snort and a warningly glance from the black haired man, who, on his turn received an innocent whistling as an answer. Toshinori chuckled in amusement at the scene, gratefully taking the breather.

“Better be careful,” Yagi’s tune was innocent, with a titter dropping here and there, still, a dangerous shine gleamed intensely on his blue eyes, “so that lesson won’t backfire on you in the future.”

Aizawa stared at him, the tip of his lips curling in a barely there grin that heavily contrasted and complemented Yamada’s dramatic gasp in betrayal.

“Very well.” Eraserhead said, positioning himself on top of his legs, successfully pining him on the mattress. "Let's take care of any riot that might happen right now, then."

Suddenly, All Might senses all the confidence he felt not a few seconds ago to transform in butterflies flying in despair on his stomach. Shouta’s shadow stood above him, the usual bored expression plastered on his features as his face lowered closer and closer of the blonde, stopping just a few centimeters from his ear.

Toshinori held his breath in anticipation.

“Green?”

Something… something he couldn’t really nominate melted in his heart and for a moment he forgot how words worked.

He really loved them both so much.

“Green.”

Shouta chuckled.

"Good." He adjusted himself, resting their foreheads together and capturing those blue eyes to himself. "Giggles, titters, whines… every sound you make I will be able to hear clearly so be very, very careful and don't laugh.”

Toshinori gasped when the feeling of skilled hands, scratching and kneading his side shoot through him. The offending fingers danced slowly, taking their time on each weak spots before switching to another one, a bit too close of his stomach or his spine, completely oblivious to how Toshinori's chest already shook with trapped sounds. Toshinori realized, maybe too late, how their new position prevented him to perceive where Aizawa would attack next, every time the black-haired hero changed his target to an unexpected spot adding a tear in his barriers, the squeaks and crackles getting stronger and harder to contain.

“So, sweetpea, how would you rate your ticklish experience from one to ten, so far?” Yagi couldn’t help the way his body twitched and squirmed involuntarily at Yamada’s voice, his imagination unhelpfully whispering that, at any moment, any moment now, Hizashi would give up from his purely verbal teases and be touchier. “One being ‘That Is All You Can Do?’ and ten being ‘This Is Everything I ever Dreamed About Please Don’t ever Stop?’”

“P-p-lease!”

“That is not a number.” Aizawa observed, jumping in his friend’s teasing at the same time he stopped, thinking about something until his eyes shone. His voice was velvety, almost as a purring. “But that can be helped. Here, I will refresh your memory.” A finger pressed on the lowest rib on his right and the blonde’s eyes widened, a snort flying from his lips, his head shaking from one side to other, a pleading gaze.

“Wait! Aizawa, please, wait! I will do anything!”

“What.” Suddenly the finger was replaced by the whole hand shaped as a claw, the spot where it touched tingled in anticipation. “Did you call me?”

Aizawa was adamant about very few things, actually.

Hizashi chuckled darkly, free of any pity, next to him. “I think he is asking for it, Shou.”

Do not mess with his cats. Do not mess with his kids. Do not wake him up. Do not eat his jelly porches and, of course, if he gave you the permission to call him by his first name, use it.

“No, no, no! I meant! I meheheant Shouta!”

Of course, except for the first two, he didn’t actually care that much for when the others were ignored by his close friends, but - he curled his fingers, watching as Yagi continued to squirm and snicker at every twitch of his fingers - that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun with this slip.

“And also,” again, Yamada pipped in, “he just giggled, didn’t you just said him to not laugh?”

“I did.”

“Please! Anything! Anything you want! Just name it! I will givehe you anythihihihing.”

Aizawa adjusted himself so his lips would rest on Yagi’s neck, he sighed deeply, relaxed.

“Then give me your laughter.”

And he started.

The fingers dug on his spot, prodding and scribbling in attacks which danced in a perfect synchrony with the fast nibbles assaulting all the sensitive skin he could reach, expertly dodging from all the trashing, the attacks seemingly to only be fueled by his shrieks.

“An autograph!” loud, booming laughter exploded, snorts and an intelligible mix of half English and half Japanese painting his words stumbling and falling nonstop from his mouth. Yagi lost track of what he was saying the moment a raspberry was placed right under his chin and the hand tased his side, vibrating and vibrating and vibrating there for what seemed an entire eternity. “Rare merchandise! My house! Anything, I swear, anything but this!”

“Oh my god.” Hizashi braced himself on the wall, his conflicted heart torn between cooing and teasing the other for how much adorable he was being and giggling in joy with his funny reactions. “Oh my god. Shouta, please, don’t ever stop tickling him, this is the most precious scene I witnessed in my whole life.”

Shouta felt tempted to agree, however, after a couple of minutes, he stopped, shoving his face on the other’s shoulder to hide his own soft chuckles, being accompanied by the residual, bubbling giggles. They waited until his breath became steadier before the one with black, deep eyes stared at the watery, gleaming blue ones.

“Shoutahaha…”

“Just one more spot, okay?”

Toshinori closed his eyes, nodding before trying to hide his expression under his hands, being stopped by Yamada, who took each one of them gently and gave a kiss on his knuckles, lacing their fingers, knowing very well Yagi wouldn’t attempt to pry them away like this.

“No hiding your beautiful face, remember?” Yagi wanted to huff in annoyance at the unprompted tease, but it was being said with such lovely care that he couldn’t help but melt under it, especially when Shouta began to bombard the place behind his ear with kisses and small raspberries, descending him in quiet titters and silent laughter sprinkled with sporadic guffaws.

After a few more of kisses, tickles and fast, inaudible giggles he ceased his attack, giving a last nibble on his ear before getting up from him, letting the Symbol of Peace recompose himself between his blush and gigantic smile, offering a cup of water when his laughter stopped to fly across the room, all of them enjoying the silence as Toshinori drank the liquid, thanking Shouta.

“Green?” Hizashi asked, stepping a little closer, a shy grin on his lips.

“Oh my… Why do you have to make me say that?” Toshinori squeezed their hands, huffing and deviating his gaze. “Green.”

The blinding smile that was sent in his way seemed to have enough shine to light up the whole house. “Let’s jam!”

The Voice Hero tried to untwine their hands kindly, blinking in surprise when the other only held them more fiercely. He tried again, same result. Behind them Shouta snorted, amused.

“Giggly bear, my sweetpea, you will have to let go of my hands.”

“Absolutely not, you will attack me.”

Yagi stared at him with a challenge in his face, daring the hero to do something about that.

“Well…” Hizashi winked playfully. “I always have my mouth, and, you know? That wiggly wiggley yummy tummy of yours seems to be asking for a couple or maybe a dozen of raspberries… ~”

“Wait, no!” Toshinori squirmed, instinctively sucking his belly. “Don’t!”

“Aw, but that is such a pity! I was thinking about being a bit merciful today, you know? Maybe some skittering under your knees, being sure to give enough attention to every inch of both of them, I mean, we don’t want anyone feeling left out of the fun, of course! Then I would give one or two squeezes on them, a swift under your wiggly wiggley toes, a few scratches on your squirmy feet and voilá! A happy, silly, giggly Yagi ready to go. But, well, now I believe I don’t have another choice except place all the mean raspberries aaaall over your unprotected stomach and sides and ribs and sides and neck and ribs and-”

“Stop, stop!” Toshinori let go of his hands in order to hug his tingling torso, curling in a defense ball, trying to stop the feeling of the imaginary tickles. “J-just get over it!”

“Aw,” Hizashi placed a kiss on his temple, smiling softly for a piece of moment before letting it turn into an evil grin. “Your wish is an order, my adorably ticklish bear.”

He positioned his hands in each leg, grazing his nails from the bottom of his calves and lightly scribbling their way up to the wonderfully sensitive spot under his knee, taking his time to draw spirals and rivers on the skin, being very content to feel the other squirm under his touches, huffs of laughter puffing from his lips. “Hey, Toshi, can I ask a question?”

“Fuck,” he squeaked when an unexpected pinch was placed on his hip before Hizashi innocently continued his previous attack. “Y-you may.”

“Right! But, first of all, let me take care of this two...” Yamada smiled, completely unfazed as he sat on the bed, holding both ankles and lifting before resting them on his shoulders. “There you go, squirmy toy! All comfy and unable to wiggle away from my curious, tickly fingers!”

“He is going to kick you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, getting closer until he could get a firm, yet gentle, grip on Yagi’s ankles, truly preventing him from moving them. “Here. Now ask your question.”

“Thank you, babe.” Hizashi relished on the way Aizawa’s ears were painted in red before beaming again at Toshinori, who kept trying to pull his legs away from his predicament, and seeming to take the fact that he wasn’t laughing his head off as a personal offense. He rested his hands on his knees again, one of them squeezing them skillfully while the other scratched the sensitive skin underneath it. “So, Toshinori, what do you think it tickles more? When I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze those adorable ticklish kneecaps or when I tickle tickle tickle them silly?”

“No, no, no!”

“No?! Aw, I am afraid that isn’t really the answer I am looking for, darling… But that is okay! Do you know what I am going to do now, Toshi? Huh? Do you know?”

Yagi just shook his head, knowing pretty well that anything said would just fuel the evil words dripping freely from the other’s mouth.

“Not even a guess?” He changed his technique to lightly tease with plentiful of scribbles the sensitive spot with just the tip of his fingers. “An itsy bitsy tiny guess? Awn.” A fake pout adorned his face. His fingers ascended a bit more, now tormenting the thighs, their owner smiling wide as the squirms began to get stronger, drawing circles around the little weak spots he knew that would fish the wildest laughter. “But I will tell you anyway! Because the Tickle Monster is feeling very kind today. I am going to get those sensitives calves riiiight here!”

“Hizashi!” Yagi tried to pull his legs again, his giggles becoming more frantic as he realized they didn’t even buckle from their spot. “I can’t. I promise you, I can’t! Hihihihizashi!”

“But I do think you can! I believe in you, Toshinori. You’re such a strong, nice tickle bug. I think you definitely can take some good cootchie-coothie-coos right here!” He poked. “And here” Poke. “And here, and here, and here, here, here!”

Suddenly a sea of pokes - just that, just tiny, harmless, quick pokes that shouldn’t be able to make him feel even more ticklish than he already was - assaulted his calves, some surprising pinches and clawing also making an appearance and disappearing just as fast as they came.

“Shut up, please, shut up!” Throwing his head with loud, squealing chortles, Toshinori pleaded, his mind overtaken with how much it tickled and how unbearable it was and how amazing all of this felt.

“Gasp! Toshi! How can you say that? The Tickle Monster thought you loved his teases. Why would you want them to ever stop? Do they make you feel more ticklish? Huh? Do they? Do all my silly teases and tickly attacks make the big, strong Yagi Toshinori become a very lovely and adorable mess of those cute sounds? Huh?”

“Don’t you think how great would it be if we just stayed like this forever? Me, here, playing with you and your awfully helpless toes,” at the mention of the new spot Yamada changed his target, making the other to arch his back and shriek in belly laughter as fingers attacked under his toes, tickling and digging unmercifully at every single one of them. “and hearing this wonderful laughter! Don’t even make me start about your laughter! It is music to my ears.”

When nothing but a series of snorts and loud laughter answered him, the blonde decided to stop his tickles, slowing them until his warm hands just rested there, peacefully.

Toshinori wiped the single tear that traveled to his hot cheek, just a quick glance in Aizawa and Yamada’s general direction being enough to make his giggles start a-new.

“I am not even doing nothing to you.” The tease couldn’t be helped, especially as his giggles got stronger and, consequently, quieter.

“Your hands!”

“My hands? What about them?” Hizashi shouldn’t be allowed to feel that much smug nor powerful.

“They’re just…” A flow of intelligible noises fell from Yagi’s lips, and he decided to try again. “They’re just there! It tickles!”

“Now, it does?”

“I would never have guessed.” Aizawa deadpanned, watching as the other wiggled and squirmed in protest.

“Right? I mean, they’re just chilling there. No moving, no tickling and Toshinori attacks them like that! I would feel wounded, but I guess he is really just a very ticklish giggle bug. Shouta, what are we going to do? The lesson clearly isn’t working… Oh, I wonder if there is something I could do to stop tickling him...”

“Just take them off there!” Yagi gasped when the fingers started to skitter around his ankles, another newly discovered sweet spot that erupted a new round of snorts. “No!��

“I don’t think there is anything that can be done. We could just stop and stare at him and he would be laughing uncontrollably in three seconds.” Aizawa remarked.

“He is just too much sensitive, ya know? Just an itsy bitsy touch and you get him all giggly and blushy.”

“Am nohohot!”

“And helpless too. Cute and helpless.”

“Shouta, plehehease, let me go!”

“Yean, absolutely.” Hizashi agreed, shaking his head with fake sadness, a tiny grin blooming on his lips. “I guess this is our fate, Sho, to hear him laugh and squeal and snort and giggle-giggle-giggle at anything we do.”

“A pity.”

“Enough!” Both stopped, hearing the light of tiredness painting Yagi’s tune. “That- haha, that is enough, please.”

“Yellow?”

“Red.” Toshinori smiled, feeling yet too shy to find their gazes with his. “I'm just an old man with one lung.”

Hizashi snorted, offering him a bottle of water and heading to the kitchen to make his special tea - after all, no one knew a better recipe for tired throats than the Voice Hero himself, - and Aizawa just rolled his eyes, sitting on the mattress and massaging his feet, a calming gesture that helped both to relax as they enjoyed the silence with the phantom laughter and reminiscent giddiness that still ran on their veins.

“Shouta,” Toshinori lightly hit the other’s thigh with his free feet until the black haired one turned his attention to him, not even slightly prepared for the soft, incredibly soft, expression and gleaming, energetic eyes which found his. “Thank you.”

Aizawa scoffed, quickly trying to brush off the warmth engulfing his heart and smile that tried at all cost to appear on his features.

“It was very… enjoyable.” Toshinori pressed further, tipping his head to the side in an attempt to see his expression. “Your technique is very effective! You don’t rely a lot on verbal teases but the way you can mix different attacks and keep track of which spots bring the most reactions is very impressive! Not to mention-” A squeak broke his thoughts when a mean squeeze was delivered on his calf, Aizawa huffing before massaging the local to make the tingles go away.

“Continue with this and I will not be above ganging up with Hizashi to wreck you, again.”

“If it’s Complementing Eraserhead hours and you’re being too stubborn to accept the deserved nice words I think it’s very clear who I will end up helping.” Hizashi remarked as he got into the room, distributing the tea before squishing himself between them, almost spilling the drink as a warning tickle on his stomach made him jump.

“Hey!” The one being called just quirked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging. Hizashi just shrugged. “It would still be worth it.”

“Yagi,” Toshinori blinked, surprised at being pulled on their usual bickering, staring Aizawa above the rim of his mug. “Analyses about Hizashi as the ler.”

An inhumane screech flew from Yamada’s lips. “Don’t you dare!”

When he was over, sneaking one and other praise for Eraserhead here and there, they were all laid on the bed, limbs entangled due both the magnetism that seemed to pull them together and the fact that if it wasn’t for it, Yamada would have already fled from the room on the shine of Yagi’s first word.

“I don’t like you.” The one with long, blond hair complained, grumbling when his sentence only made the others snuggle closer, snickering. “None of you. You’re both very mean and dirty traitors and I am going to scream.”

“Don’t.” Aizawa slurred from somewhere behind Toshinori, his tune showing he was almost asleep. Hizashi, who already forgave them for their “betray” searched for his waist, resting his arm on it and very lightly scratching the base of his back, a spot he knew would make the underground hero absolutely melt. Toshinori captured his free hand, coming close and humming softly as his finger traced the lines on his palm.

Soft. Good. Warm.

At some point of the conversation, someone had turned the television on, and for a few pieces of moment the show playing in the background was the only thing that filled the silence.

“Hey, Toshi.”

“Yes?”

“I know you don’t like a lot of attention when the tickling is over but… thank you.” A quick kiss was delivered on his forehead, happy to see no trace of discomfort on the other’s features, only a tiny, timid smile. “Thank you.”

“Go to sleep, Hizashi.” And then he kissed his knuckles, just like Hizashi did back then, and Shouta murmured something, pulling them closer and Hizashi smiled and the television started to grow more and more silent.

“Ok.”

After that, everything was soft, good, warm.

[~*~]

Inspirations!

* That entire AllEraserMic tickle series that I absolutely live for

* The teases from the fanfics of that amazing author

* A very especific post about cute reactions when the lee is being tickled but I can’t find it so please enjoy Onion’s blog (the op) instead. His blog is gold.

#The warnings makes this looks more serious than it is sdertyuioiuyt honestly they're just tickling each other and having fun xDD #Lee!Yagi #Ticklish!Toshinori #Lee!AllMight #OKAY BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE TICKLES #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #Ler!President Mic #Ler!Eraserhead #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Fanfic #if someone knows which post from Onion I am talking about pls send the link I am begging u #/lh #This is so soft I am dyiiing #long boi post #mouth tickles

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