#bloom-ler

[rosie-n-oncie]

Would you rather have unlimited bacon and no games or games, unlimited games, and no games

“Hm…”

“All of the above”

????

[mysteriouslee]

Day 8-9

I miss these guys

lee!mai ler!saki

The dynamic duo was hanging out at the world tree, watching the sunset while eating ice cream. They sat talking about their worries and dreams. The two could sit their and talk to each other forever about just anything. Saki was such a bright soul and Mai a tender and joyful spirit, they brought out the wonder in each other. It was finally dark however neither felt the need to go home just yet, they know they'll receive an earful but that was future them's problem.

The soft breeze introduced itself and it was if the tree glowed under the moonlight. Saki gently placed her hands in Mai's and pulled her to stand up with her. They giggled and ballroom danced near the tree, the sounds of nature guiding the rhythm they were stepping too. Eventually it become more of them spinning around til they became dizzy than any formal soiree. They two tumbled to the ground, still laughing at their own antics and giddiness. Saki opened her eyes and noticed Mai's shirt had ridden up, immediately sparking a mischievous idea. Saki started squeezing and digging her finger right above Mai's hips. Mai squealed and rolled over to escape Saki's torment, only to met with fingers attacking her stomach. Mai curled up into a bug and flailed around like a fish out of water. Mai dissolved into deep belly laughter, but it only got worse when Saki changed to raspberries.

'PLEAHAHAHASE"shrieked the purple haired tween.

"Tickle tickle~" teased the brunette.

Mai desperately pushed the sunflower cure's head away as much as she could to no result, all she could do was throw her head back and laugh. Saki moved her fingers to Mai's neck.

'*SNRT* ENAAHAHAUGH ENOHOHOUGHHHH PLEAAHAHS STAHAHA *SQUEAL* STOHOHOPPP *SNRT* *SNRT*" Mai pleaded with happy tears streaming down her face.

Saki stopped her attack and pulled Mai into a hug.

"Sorry if I went too far, I just really liked seeing you smile that much" Saki admitted.

"It's ok, as long as I get my revenge" said the egret theme cured.

"Yeah ok- WAIT WHAT" Saki tried to scramble away but Mai tripped her and managed to straddle her. Saki soon dissolved into shrieks and laughter at her best friend's mercy.

[everettswritings]

HELLO! CAN I HAVE LEE!SHADOW MILK AND LER!PURE VANILLA, PLEASE???

(つ･･)つ｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

OMG YES! I watched the teaser for the next update today and I am so unbelievably hyped! This sort of takes place in the next update, but it’s just me doing a bunch of guess work- obviously Pure Vanilla isn’t going to tickle the heck out of Shadow Milk, no matter how badly I want that to happen. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Lies… the center of everything in this world, it seemed. Especially to Pure Vanilla Cookie, or rather the truthless recluse he had become. It really broke him when it was revealed that all of his life, every last part of it, was an elaborate lie crafted by Shadow Milk Cookie- who had spent all those years puppeteering him from the shadows, pulling every last string just right to create his best show yet. I mean, how would you feel? What would you think? At that point, could you even think? Would those thoughts be your own?

However, while swallowed in the darkness of deception, there was still a light that Pure Vanilla Cookie could see, glimmering faintly like a dying star. His entire life may have been something crafted by deception incarnate, but it was still life. One of the undeniable truths of life is that it will always find a way; it will always slip through the shackles you lock it into and blossom and grow.

The healer was in front of the beast, standing him down. His eyes were blank and hollow, there was just barely a gleam of life within them.

“Hehehehe! You really are just me with different colors, aren’t you?” Shadow Milk Cookie taunted “Look at you! In shambles and ashamed! The old proverb is true: the bigger they are, the harder they fall!” He moved in, intent on taking the Soul Jam back once and for all. However, whether on reflex or on active thought, Pure Vanilla Cookie moved out of the way. He was silent, though. “Seriously!? Don’t you ever give up? Everything has been a lie, my boy! Does that not kill you inside?!” The beast shouted in frustration, his voice cracking a little, it was as if his act was cracking alongside it. The glimmer of that light in Pure Vanilla Cookie’s mind started to seem a little brighter, as if it were cheering him on. Shadow Milk Cookie swung again, the frustration was growing just like that light, but that darkness could never overpower the light- no darkness can overpower light. Just as he was about to land a blow, he was blinded!

Pure Vanilla Cookie was swallowed and bathed with light, transforming right before the jester’s eyes! He landed on his feet, holding himself with confidence and a newfound air of strength that Shadow Milk Cookie tried to crush.

“It may have, but I overcame that despair.” Pure Vanilla Cookie slammed his staff on the ground and tiny flowers bloomed beneath it, “There will always be both truth and despair in this world, that is what you are right about. However, allowing one to consume the other is what leads to destruction! The two sides of the same coin are together for a reason, otherwise the coin could not be. And that coin is knowledge! The knowledge you swore you preached, but betrayed in favor of deception because it was easier to accept!”. Shadow Milk Cookie’s jaw hung open, his eyes were wide, for a moment he couldn’t put together a sentence. “W-W-WHAT!? You CANNOT be serious! I-It- No! NO, NO, NO!” He refused to accept it, how could this little pest just do that!? The jester’s face burned hotly with anger, “NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE MY EYES! YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A PUPPET!” He tried to attack Pure Vanilla Cookie again, blinded by rage, but was stopped when the hero grabbed his hand and pulled him closer into a hug.

“But all the same, I understand why you would buckle under the lies.” He said, his voice suddenly a little softer, “I was just in your shoes and it hurt.” His voice was so deeply laced with empathy. “Wha-? No- huh?” Shadow Milk Cookie was so confused! Where is the anger? Where is the despair that was just there moments ago? He was this close to getting the Soul Jam back! It’s not fair! “However, I can’t say that I’ll let your actions go unpunished. I believe you can be set on the right path once again with a little coaxing, like anyone can.”, Shadow Milk Cookie tensed up as he felt fingers crawling up to his rib cage, “W-What do you think you’re doing?! Stop!” He tried to push Pure Vanilla Cookie away, but it was already too late. Oh, this was even more humiliating! Now he was being tickled by the little pest!

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahehe! Hehehehe! Nohoho!” He struggled meekly, while the healer somehow kept a vice grip. Pure Vanilla Cookie grinned and chuckled softly as his fingers lightly skated over Shadow Milk Cookie’s ribs. “Hehehehe! Hohohahahaha! Stop iiiittttt! Hahaha!” The beast was squirming even more now as he was tickled. It was so gentle, but somehow so effective! He snorted, “Hahahaha! You d-divahahaha!”, “S-Script! Hahahahaha! Ahahaha! Hehehahaha!”, he tried to speak but every word was washed away with waves of laughter.

Pure Vanilla Cookie gently lowered himself and his adversary to the ground, continuing his ticklish assault on him. His hands stayed firmly on his ribs, but would occasionally go up for a little bit to trace the hollows of his armpits, then drag back downwards. “Hahahahaha! Hahaha! Nohohoho! Please!” Shadow Milk Cookie snorted again, his pleas falling onto deaf ears. He found himself leaning against Pure Vanilla Cookie unintentionally, but the healer ceased the opportunity to poke a little more fun at him, “So you know you can be better? Well, definitely don’t be shy now! Let me embrace you!” He pulled the beast closer, one hand was now at his ribs while the other was stationed on his stomach.

Shadow Milk Cookie squeed as he felt the tracing of mindless little patterns on his tummy. When would this torture end?! “Nah! Nahahahaha! Hahahaha!” He laughed louder and louder, the sound echoed throughout the entire spire! His blue face was turning pink as he was at Pure Vanilla Cookie’s mercy, at least he was used to laughing so much, otherwise he’d be completely out of breath by now. He gave up on trying to get away now, resigning to his ticklish fate and continuing to laugh. It was apparent that Pure Vanilla Cookie wouldn’t be releasing him from his punishment anytime soon.

The healer hummed as he tickled Shadow Milk Cookie, noticing the resignation, “Giving up, are we? Tsk, tsk, tsk! Maybe I should tickle you more for that!”. Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes widened again, but before he could protest the tickling suddenly got a little more intense and Pure Vanilla Cookie’s fingers were moving much faster. “HAHAHAHA! HAHA- HEHEHEHE!” His voice got high pitched as he was laughing way harder, “NO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He tried begging for mercy, but it was far too late for any kind of mercy now. Pure Vanilla Cookie shifted the beast in his grasp, laying him horizontally across his kneeling lap.

Uh oh…

The tickling stopped for a moment, and Shadow Milk Cookie knew exactly what that meant. “W-WAIT! Please! No, anything but the-“, he squealed loudly as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s head came down on his stomach, “RASPBERRIEEEEEES! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHAHAHAHEEE!”. The squirming started again as he was desperate to get away from the dreaded raspberries. However, that didn’t stop the hero! Pure Vanilla Cookie started to take shorter breaths to blow more raspberries, and he planted them all over Shadow Milk Cookie’s tummy as he laughed like crazy. It didn’t help that his fingers were still digging at his sides and ribs as he held him close. Now the beast was beginning to become breathless!

“S-Stop!” He finally got out and Pure Vanilla Cookie paused the tickling “N-No more! I surrender!” He sighed, wanting to take those words back as soon as they left. The healer finally released the beast, a smug grin on his face, “I’m glad that you do.” He placed a hand on his shoulder “Maybe now we can understand each other, and maybe the coin that we belong to can be whole once again.” The hero spoke hopefully and his tone was kind. Shadow Milk Cookie huffed, almost offended by all the redemption nonsense, but didn’t say anything… for once.

Who knows? Maybe deep down, seriously deep down, the Beast of Deceit yearned to be the Fount of Knowledge once again. It’s hard to say, isn’t it?

End of fic! Okay, I know most people don’t like the thought of the Beasts being redeemed, understandably, but I can’t help it. I find the idea so intriguing, I’d wanna see how they get there. I wouldn’t be mad if they aren’t redeemed, I understand that, it’s just that it’s so compelling to me to think of some kind of redemption arcs for them. I dunno, I just think that watching Zuko’s redemption arc from a young age permanently affected the way I see villains in their entireties. Also, I AM SO HYPED FOR THIS NEXT UPDATE! Pure Vanilla’s awakened form is so pretty and I desperately need to see the rest of the story unfold! Okay, I’ll stop rambling, have a good one 🫶

[thebest-medicine]

The Harm in Trying

MHA - BakuDeku & the Bakusquad lee!Bakugo, lers!Izuku Kaminari Kirishima & Sero - [read on ao3]

Summary: Bakugo is put into a ticklish situation by Midoriya with the rest of his friends… and of course he denies he’s ticklish.

A/N: I am so weak for giggly smiley Kacchan…it’s a problem and I’m making it all of y’all’s problem now. On a fucking roll with these BNHA fics lately, sorry not sorry for my bkdk brainrot~.

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“Wait, no way! Kacchan! Are you still ticklish?” 

Bakugo can feel the heat of his blood burning across his face and ears with embarrassment. “The fuck? Of- of course not!” He dares a glance at Midoriya—and finds a knowing grin on his classmate’s face, instantly regretting the decision. “Don’t even think about trying—”

“Aw, why not? If you’re not ticklish~, then why does it matter?”

“Shut up, Deku!” Katsuki hisses. 

“No, no, Midoriya has a point.” Kirishima agrees, holding up a finger to get the attention of the rest of the group.

“Seriously, what’s the harm in trying~?” Kaminari grins.

Bakugo rolls his eyes at Izuku despite his prominent blush. “Look what you did. Damn it, nerd!” He cracks his knuckles and shifts his weight so he’s in a good place to spring up from his seat quickly if he needs to. “Hope you guys know, if you try this, I’m gonna kill—”

Sero is quick with his tape and has the advantage of being out of Bakugo’s line of sight. At the first sign of movement, explosions start to crackle off of his hands, and Katsuki leaps to a stand to put up a fight with his classmates. 

Instead of a fight, it’s over in moments, to Bakugo’s dismay, as tape wraps its way around his arms, legs, and whole body tightly. There’s a tug, and Bakugo feels himself tumbling backward, only to be caught short of the floor by Midoriya. 

Katsuki’s eyes flare with alarm as he realizes the brief battle has taken a severe turn out of his favor, and fast. He also notices Izuku looking down at him with.. Amusement? Concern? Interest? 

“What the hell?! You guys are seriously dead! Let me up! Now!” 

“…Sounds like something a ticklish person would say.” Kirishima smirks, moving closer.

Kaminari laughs, joining in. “Hehe yeah, you seem worried Bakugo… What’s wrong? Are you like reeaaaaally ticklish or something?”

“No you idiots! I just don’t like being jumped by my so-called friends! What the hell?!” 

Ignoring his barking, they reach in to help Midoriya lower Bakugo gently to the floor of the common room. Kaminari throws a leg over Bakugo’s legs while Kirishima untangles one of his arms and drags it up over his head, exposing his side. Sero sits down beside them. Katsuki’s other arm is taped against his side, and his legs are haphazardly wrapped together, meanwhile his idiot best friend now has one of his arms in a vice grip over his head. Kaminari settles into a spot just above Bakugo’s bound knees, holding him in place further. 

Midoriya leans in closer, shifting around the Bakugo’s side opposite Sero, clearly remembering the tickle fights they had gotten into as kids. “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Kacchan~.” 

All four of his classmates have excited grins on their faces. Fuck. Fuck. Red blooms across Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima brings a super wiggly teasing hand down slowly, frustratingly slowly, toward Bakugo’s exposed armpit, and he can’t help his eyes locking to it. “Seriously, cut this crap out!” 

“Not a chance!” Kirishima exclaims with a giddy smile.

Bakugo growls in frustration as the claw draws closer, just a few inches from his skin. Suddenly, it dips down faster, and a gasp fills the room just as quickly. 

Bakugo growls again when he realizes the trick… and his mistake. His attackers snicker with glee.

“Did you see his eyes just now?” Kaminari observes excitedly.

Sero chuckles along. “Yeah, oh man.” 

“You’re totally ticklish Bakubro.” Kirishima laughs, delighted, and continues his teasing descent.

“Bet you we can get him to giggle.” Kaminari suggests.

“I don’t fucking g-giggle.” Katsuki swallows, quick to stop talking as Kirishima’s fingers touch down, poking curiously. 

“Actually, Kacchan, I’m pretty sure you do have some giggle-spots.” Izuku chimes in, biting his lip to fight back his grin. 

“You’re gonna be the f-first to die, Deku!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Izuku chuckles. “You’re not really in a good position to be rude right now.” He pokes his fingers into Kacchan’s tensed abdomen which jumps slightly under the touch. 

Bakugo’s skin is alight, his nerves tingling in anticipation. His focus is forced in on the points of contact his friends have with his underarm and stomach. “Don’t.” He grumbles weakly, energy focused on keeping his composure intact.

The hesitant yet curious fingers pick up pace, encouraged by his stonewalling. Kaminari joins in, pinching the tops of Bakugo’s thighs, and Sero starts poking at his exposed ribs. 

Katsuki twitches more and more under each touch, his chest starting to rattle a bit with held back laughter. This led him to the conclusion that he was absolutely, definitely, undeniably still ticklish. It was much worse than he remembered.

As his friends grow more and more confident by the moment, he finds it harder and harder not to laugh. A wide smile works its way onto his face and Katsuki curses himself internally. Soon, giggles are starting to slip through. He only wishes he could at least have a hand free to cover his ridiculous face. 

“It’s working! Look!” Kaminari concludes triumphantly, reaching up further to prod at Bakugo’s hip bones. 

“Ah! Stahahhop it—”

Kirishima and Sero grin in turn, encouraged, and start to tickle with more determination at their respective spots. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Katsuki’s laughter to begin leaking out.

“Nahahaha- idiots! Cuhuhuhut it out! Thihihis is stuhuhupid!” Bakugo complains, chuckling through his torment.

“It’s working, let’s get him worse!” Kirishima and Kaminari agree, suddenly tickling with fervor over their respective spots. 

“No!” Bakugo shouts, panic rising with his laughter as he realizes he can’t move.  

“Guys…” Izuku clears his throat for a moment. “Wait a second.”

They pause, turning to look at Midoriya.

“Let’s just… take it easy ok? I don’t think we should be too mean…” 

Kaminari shrugs. “I mean… He’s already gonna kill us all for this, regardless of what we do going forward.” 

“Yeah but.. I still think we should be...” Izuku pauses, drawing a lazy finger down Bakugo’s midsection, feeling the muscle tremble beneath it. Little protection is offered in the form of casual dorm clothes. “—well, try to be… nice. I think.” Izuku brings the rest of his fingers out into a spider-y crawl up to his ribs. “He always hated it if you went too hard, back then.” 

“Sh-shuhut the fuck up!” Katsuki growls between fading laughter. “Stop tahahalking about mehehe- while you’re—”

“Hey! He’s trying to stick up for you, bro.” Kirishima chastises, pinching Bakugo’s upper rib cage, sending his head back with a shout. He keeps up wiggling his fingers softly into the ribs.

“I don’t cahahahare! All of you shut uhuhuhup! Gehehet off already! It’s ahah- hahaha obviouslyhehehe not wohohohorking!” The fire of Katsuki’s embarrassed rage burns its way into the words, finding its way through despite the cackling laughter surrounding his words.

“Listen.” Kaminari leans in, trying to force eye contact with the flustered, angry blond. “Even though you’re being a big fat liar and a total jerk right now and you totally deserve to get it worse… We’re gonna listen to Midoriya and take it easy on you.” 

Part of Bakugo wants to scream, ‘don’t you dare take it easy on me! Ever!’ —but the ticklish part of his brain keeps that other part silent. He scoffs instead and tries again to kick his legs out unsuccessfully. “Whatever! Either get off or get whatever the hell you’re gonna do over with already!” 

Kirishima beams. “…That almost sounds like an invitation.”

“Shut up!”

“You need to work on your attitude, Kacchan~.” Kaminari snickers, poking a few times into Katsuki’s sides, and Bakugo tenses again, face still lit up with a warm blush. Midoriya continues to scribble gently at Bakugo’s stomach and up to his lower ribcage, searching for the perfect spot on his ribs that always made him.. Ah, there it was.

“Ehehehe, stahahaha— Deku d-dohohon’t!” Katsuki giggles.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Sero asks, happy with his tape bonds and feeling a bit crowded with the other two up near Bakugo’s chest. 

Bakugo’s toes curl in his stupid, measly, unprotective slippers. “N-no! I told you— I’m not fucking tihihicklish!” He blatantly lies. “Sh-ahaha-shut up, stupid ehehextras!” 

Kirishima sighs dramatically over the sound of Bakugo giggling. “Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while guys…”

“That’s fine by me!” Kaminari adds gleefully, pinching at both of Bakugo’s hips every few seconds and watching him buck faintly at the touch.

Katsuki continues his mantra of cursing and denial, only encouraging his tormenting friends to push him, tickling and teasing with a greater boldness with each passing threat he makes. And well, damn if his own competitive steak isn’t to a fault — he can’t help the instinct that he doesn’t want to lose. He knows it’s stupid at this point to keep denying that he’s ticklish. And yet…

“Shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohot! I’m not! Ahahah- don’t! Shihihit-fuck you Deku! Hahaha nooo—”

“Ooh what’d you do?” Curious voices crowd Izuku, faces trying to catch on to what he did to attract Bakugo’s ire.

“Nothing—” Izuku lets out a little laugh. “Just—”

“Nothing!” Katsuki reiterates, interrupting and glaring up at Deku. 

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “I think Kacchan would actually murder me if I showed you… sorry guys.”

They think for a moment, then shrug in agreement. “We’ll just have to keep doing this until we find whatever that spot was, then, I guess. Start a weekly tradition.” Kirishima says as though it’s a new chore they have to complete. 

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dahaHAHAhahare!”

“Wow, Bakugo, for someone who’s definitely not ticklish, you’re laughing a lot.” Kaminari teases. “What's so funny?” 

“Your stuhuhuhupid fahace!” Bakugo laughs back without missing a beat. 

Kaminari narrows his eyes, then pulls away his hands. He pulls his hand in close to examine it, flexes his fingers a few times; he rests his fingertips gently on his other forearm, watching thoughtfully. Electricity crackles, quiet enough to miss over Bakugo’s strangled laughter. With a grin, both of Kaminari’s hands are back, reaching down toward Bakugo’s middle, who groans with frustration. 

When Kaminari touches his stomach this time though, he pushes his hand under the shirt and against the bare skin. Bakugo tenses even further, his mind stumbling between a mixture of embarrassment, lightness, anger, laughter, and an overloading nervous system. 

“The fuhuhuhuck are yOU-HA! STAHAHA-NO! WHAHAT!? WHAahahaha whahahat iS THAHAT!?” Comes Katsuki’s increasingly frantic response to the feeling of tiny, popping electrical stimulations pulsing out from Kaminari’s nimble fingers. 

“Oh man, seriously what is that?” Kirishima asks with a grin.

“If you want us to stop, all you have to do is admit that you’re ticklish~.” Kaminari reminds a cackling Bakugo. He drags his fingers in light, slowly closing and widening circles along the skin he can reach under Bakugo’s shirt that isn’t fully closed off by tape. “It’s nothing really, just getting a little creative with my quirk.” He says casually to his friend as though there were not a writhing Bakugo between them.

“That’s so cool! How’d you come up with that? Is it easy to manage the minimal electrical output? Oh man, it seems like it tickles really bad! Poor Kacchan..” 

“Hey, if you want to try it out next…” Denki snickers.

Izuku holds his hands up, crossing and uncrossing them in front of his chest quickly. “No! No, I’m, heh, I’m already really ticklish so…” He blushes crimson with a nervous smile.

“Oh are you now?” Kaminari winks, grinning. “Maybe we’ll have to test that some time.” 

“N- uh. Heh.” Midoriya’s face is red as he stumbles over words and eventually just turns to focus on poking at Kacchan in front of him rather than his future possible victimhood.

Sero, meanwhile, tickles up and down Bakugo’s soles and pinches at his ankles and calves and shins, gaining him some suppressed kicks and jerking muscles.

When Midoriya returns to tickling along his ribs, Bakugo feels that he isn’t going to be able to take this much longer, with Kirishima on his underarm and occasionally neck, Sero on his feet, and Kaminari spreading his terrible little sparking tickles all over his sides and stomach now.

“Fuck! Stahahahahop- ehehehehenough already!” Bakugo growls through his increasingly desperate laughter. 

“You just have to admit it~.” Kirishima sing-song’s.

Bakugo shouts through his laughter, frustrated and nearly at wit’s end. He grapples with the few options he can think of right now, landing on nothing but the obvious out. Deku’s fingers start crawling back up toward his ribs and he panics, shouting out between laughs. “Fine! Fihihihine I’m ticklish! It fucking tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahhare you happy nahahahow? I am! Ahaha- haha is- is thihihis what you wahahahanted?!” 

Everyone slowly pulls their hands away, leaving a panting, flustered, still-giggling Bakugo taped up between them all. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Kaminari laughs, starting to tug at the tape securing their friend. 

Bakugo flinches when he first reaches in, which makes everyone laugh again. Soon, everyone is helping, and Bakugo is quickly free enough to stand up and rip the rest off. He tries to glower, to stare them all down, but the red hasn’t left his cheeks yet, and the smile is still fighting its way onto his lips. 

“You’re all gonna fucking die. I hope you know.” Katsuki cracks his knuckles, then turns and points accusatorily. “Especially you, Deku!” 

“Wha- me?!” 

“Obviously! This was all your fault!” 

Midoriya squeaks, shrinking in on himself and putting distance between him and Kacchan. 

“I have better things to do right now. But you’re all gonna get yours.” Bakugo threatens as he heads toward his dorm to ‘do better things’ (totally not just take a nap because he’s exhausted from laughing so hard).

[insomnia-ler]

sooo what's the deal with onceler destiny anyway

Alright class, let me break this down for you. Got a few handy diagrams and everything for all you visual learners out there.

Once-ler destiny is everything. A series of… hah. “Canon events”, if you will, that makes us who we are. It’s not just a set of guidelines, either. It’s the rulebook. Diverge from the path? Sorry, don’t pass go, don’t collect two hundred dollars. Or for those of you who don’t know Monopoly lingo, I'll make it real simple for you.

You aren't actually a Once-ler.

And if you’re a Once-ler— like, really a Once-ler— then you’ll eventually experience each and every single one of these chapters of your life. Some are good. Some are bad.

Some are very bad.

The beginning Once-lers typically leave home at an early age to make their way in the world. They'll find the truffula valley, make their first Thneed, and eventually get their business off the ground. It's not always easy, but it's almost certain to be a guaranteed success.

The middle Business is booming. A factory blooms like a metallic flower where there once was a cozy little cottage. Thneed production is in full swing. Stocks are through the roof. Pollution of the surrounding area and town increases. Everyone says you're too big to fail. Until you aren't.

The end This isn't a story that's supposed to have a happy ending. It's supposed to teach you a lesson. Drowning in the depths of your greed, you turn a blind eye to the destruction piling up around you until there are no trees left. The Lorax leaves. Your family leaves, retreating with your money and their carelessness. Your employees turn against you, burying you in endless lawsuits. You retreat into your vast, empty factory. But not forever. The townspeople in Thneedville build a wall to keep out the toxic wasteland you created. They sing every morning, waking you like a dystopian alarm clock. The years pass, and before you know it, you are old. Audrey is born, the catalyst for everything to come. Ted is born a few years later. As a teenager, the kid comes to ask you for the one thing you can offer that will ensure your redemption- the last truffula seed. He will take it, and the future will be bright. The wall around Thneedville will fall. ...Eventually, even the Lorax will come back. That is Once-ler destiny.

[minnielvrr]

Skz at Hogwarts- Part 1

Lee: Seungmin Ler: Han Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: kinda intense tickles for Minnie~🤭😋hope you enjoy!🥰💞

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

Thinking about how Skz would be at Hogwarts. Chan and Seungmin in Slytherin, Lino, Hyunjin, Changbin and Han in Gryffindor, Innie in Ravenclaw and Felix in Hufflepuff.

The reunion of childhood friends should have been a warm, nostalgic moment, but for Chan and Seungmin, it became an opportunity for mischief.

The pair took every chance to use their Slytherin cunning to annoy the rest of the group.

Just minor inconveniences, turning their stationary into bugs (that one always had Han and Hyunjin screeching in the middle of the night).

He enchanted Changbin’s mirror so it would distort his figure into all manner of funny poses —one moment Binnie's head would be the size of a pumpkin, the next, his legs stretched like vines.

Turned Jeongin’s hair a hideous shade of pink for a whole week (it had infuriated the youngest).

And gave Minho cat ears for a day (he threatened to hex Seungmin if he didn’t get it off him). The list was endless. And he'd kept this up for a whole semester.

But eventually it came to bite him in the ass when Han and Hyunjin, stumbled upon a rather...unique spell book on one of their excursions around the castle.

They brought it back to the Gryffindor common room and the four poured over it.

There were all sorts of spells for all manner of purposes but a couple of them were much more interesting than the rest.

Smug smiles bloomed on their faces. After 6 months of being basically terrorized (not really), they could taste the sweet taste of revenge on the tip of their tongue.

"Anyone know if the puppy's ticklish?" Hyunjin's eager voice sparked a heated debate, with the group exchanging playful theories about Seungmin’s sensitivity, but eventually, the debate ended with one clear decision: they'd take turns, and Han, ever eager for mischief, would go first.

“Minnie’s been far too bold with his pranks recently. I say we go all out on him, teach him not to mess with us!” Han proposed.

Hyunjin was grinning at how easily the tables had turned. "I want to see him squeal. I’m betting he’ll beg within two minutes."

Han laughed at that. “Two? No way, you’re being too generous. All I need to do is to find his death spot. I know he has one.”

With the plan set and excitement bubbling, Han’s gaze turned mischievous. He wasted no time, his eyes glinting as he set off to find his unsuspecting target.

Feigning nonchalance, he approached Seungmin with a casual air. "Hey Minnie, Lix just baked a new batch of brownies. Everyone’s in our common room, come on!”

Seungmin, always eager for Lixie's treats, didn’t suspect a thing. He bounded towards the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the setup awaiting him.

As the puppy entered, a devious grin spread across Han’s face. The moment the door closed behind Seungmin; Han’s intentions were clear.

He watched in amusement as Seungmin’s excitement turn into wide-eyed surprise. The room being empty short for the two of them.

“H-Han where’s everyone else? You—NO!” He yelped when Han swished his wand, making Seungmin’s wand fly out of his hands and his knees to buckle until he collapsed on the floor in a heap.

And then there were scribbling hands and nails clawing all over his sensitive spots, sending little shockwaves that had the little prankster squealing.

“Whahahaht ahahare youhu dohohohing?! Nahahahaha whyhyhy mehehe?”

A sadistic smile lit up Han's face, as Seungmin’s bright giggles quickly filled the room as Han expertly worked his wand, making the cheeky little puppy writhe and beg through hysterical laughter.

He mentally cursed himself for not seeing through Han’s trap.

“Coochie coochie coo Seungminie~” Han teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “What's wrong? Can’t think of anything smart to say?”

Seungmin let out a breathless, wheezing laugh, managing to choke out between fits of giggles: "I... Ihihi'll geHEHET yohuu... back for... thiHIHIs!"

Han’s smirk grew wider and he directed his wand to the younger’s navel. Seungmin’s hands flew to his belly, fingers twitching helplessly as if trying to grasp the phantom feathers.

His legs kicked wildly, shoes thudding against the wooden floor, eyes watering and a wide smile painting his flushed cheeks.

It felt like dozens of phantom feathers were sweeping over his skin, tracing his ribs, swirling around his belly button, making him squirm helplessly.

The harder he fought, the more intense the tickling grew, as if the magic was reading his resistance.

“Hahahahahahan hyuhuhuhung nohohoho noHOT THEHEHEHERE!! SHIHIT!”

Han's eyes lit up with fascination as he guided the wand, watching the way Seungmin's body jerked and writhed under the spell.

The closer he pointed toward Seungmin’s belly, the more frenzied the laughter became.

To test this theory, Han pointed the wand at the puppy's sides, observing the way his laughter died down to bubbly giggles.

Han’s grin widened. ‘Interesting...’ he muttered to himself, inching the wand closer to Seungmin’s navel, eager to see just how much more the younger boy could take.

It was as though every nerve in his body was on fire, sending him into fits of frantic, uncontrollable giggles.

Han couldn’t help but smirk, relishing every breathless laugh that escaped Seungmin.

He marveled at how effective the spell was, mentally filing away its details for future pranks.

Maybe he’d use it on Minho next time—or better yet, use it with a levitation spell and watch Hyunjin float helplessly, laughing his head off mid-air. The thought almost made him laugh out loud.

“gohohohods thihis ihis tohohorture ahAHAHAHA!! Hannihihie! hyuhuhung! nohohoHOH—AHH!!”

A burning curiosity propelled Han to point his wand around where he assumed the puppy like boy's navel was. He was immediately rewarded with the loudest laughter he'd heard yet.

It felt like Minho’s electric toothbrush had come to life, buzzing mercilessly around his navel, it wasn't a feeling he'd experienced in years.

No matter how tightly Seungmin clamped his hands over the spot, the relentless ticklish sensations seemed to slip right through, making him writhe and scream with laughter.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE PLEHEASE HAN I CAHAHAHAN'T AHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHA—"

Seungmin went ballistic, scream laughs echoing off the walls as his flailing grew weaker and more desperate.

"Should have considered that when you decided to pester me all semester hm? What, you aren't even gonna apologize to me yet you expect mercy?"

The poor boy couldn't even form words at this point, fragments of speech getting jumbled amongst long bouts of laughter. Seeing how desperate he was, Han decided to slow down.

He moved the top of the wand over to the boy’s neck, watching in fascination as the first tears escaped.

As Seungmin lay writhing on the floor, Han’s relentless tickling spell leaving him in a fit of helpless laughter, the door to the Gryffindor common room creaked open.

Changbin, drawn by the sounds of the chaos, peeked his head in. A slow grin spread across his face as he took in the scene: Seungmin’s desperate kicks, flushed face, and the bright squeals escaping his lips.

"Ah, Seungmin-ah, you look like you're having so much fun," Changbin drawled, stepping fully into the room and leaning against the wall.

His smirk grew as Seungmin glared weakly at him through watery eyes. "Maybe we should invite Professor McGonagall to watch."

"NO! Ahahahare youhu ihihinsAHAHAne?! GeHEHEt lohohost, youhUHU IDIHIHIOT!!" Seungmin cried, his voice strained with laughter, his legs still kicking helplessly as Han’s spell refused to relent.

The tickles came about in waves as the older toyed with him, twirling his wand lazily, almost as though he were bored.

Hyunjin followed behind Changbin, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock pity.

"We should have recorded this," he taunted, chuckling as he observed Seungmin’s feeble attempts to fend off Han’s magic. "Puppy’s first Hogwarts meltdown."

"ShuHUHUhut... HAHAHAHA... uhup!" Seungmin wheezed between giggles, but the boys only laughed harder.

Dissolving into incoherence, his laughter ringing through the Gryffindor common room.

“ahaHAHAHAHA SAHAHA—sorry iHI’M soHOHOrry!! nahAHAHAHA PLEHEASE!!”

“Sorry won’t cut it Seungmin-ah. I want to see you suffer~” Han flicked the wand, upping the intensity of the tickles, relishing in the way Minnie’s body shook with laughter.

He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they all cast the same magic on the pup, seeing how much his single spell was already affecting him...maybe the boy actually wouldn't survive. It would probably be torture.

Not entirely undeserving though it might cross some lines. So, for now, it was off the table.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the cackling mess on the floor, reveling in the teary pleas he got and after 20 straight minutes of it, he let up.

Seungmin slumped to the floor, his body trembling from the lingering ticklish sensations.

Gasping for air, he shot a weak, watery glare at Han, cheeks burning red from embarrassment.

The sight pulled a genuine laugh out of Han. Seungmin looked adorable like this; messy hair, crooked glasses, flushed cheeks and nothing sarcastic to say for once.

“What’re you laughing at?” Seungmin grumbled, his voice cracking embarrassingly, which only made him blush harder.

Han only laughed louder at that, moving to help him up and fetch some water. "Here, drink this. It'll make your throat feel better."

Seungmin reluctantly accepted the bottle, a sulky 'thanks' leaving his lips as he turned away from Han.

"Wow you are crazy sensitive. I tried this spell on a friend of mine (poor unwilling Minho) but even he didn't laugh as loud as you did. Must be a special talent of yours."

Seungmin choked at the words, folding over as coughs wracked his body. "Shut the hell up!" He yelled, throwing the now empty bottle at Han before picking up his wand and running off, leaving the older smirking after him.

Han had already cast a tiny spell on him, and as Seungmin stumbled and wiggled down the hallway, he couldn’t help the sudden bursts of laughter that escaped.

His legs buckled mid-step, sending him tripping and giggling as he shot Han a glare over his shoulder, the sound of his helpless giggles echoing down the hallway.

‘I hate you’ mouthed, eyes widening when Han quirked a brow and raised his wand again. Seungmin poked his tongue out, his frown dissolving into a smile as another burst set of at his neck.

All day long, the spell kept Minnie on edge, sending bursts of ticklish sensations at the worst possible moments, ensuring Seungmin’s day was filled with giggles—much to Han’s (and the other victims of Seungmin’s) amusement.

Suddenly their shared classes didn’t seem all that bad—especially when Seungmin had to read aloud in Charms class.

The professor, oblivious to the subtle flicks of Han’s wand, watched in confusion as Seungmin’s voice wavered between his words, muted squeals mixing with his words as his body wriggled uncontrollably.

The classroom erupted in laughter as the poor puppy tried, and failed, to hide his giggles while attempting  the simplest spell.

Even Hyunjin, who had initially been on the fence about the spell, couldn’t suppress his grin as Seungmin let out another helpless shriek.

"This is better than Quidditch," he muttered, earning a snort from Changbin.

[hearted-anon]

A battle you can’t win

Words: 2408

Note: for @jungwon-is-the-one

T/w: rough tickles are the maknae line, pinning in the maknae line

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Skz

Lee Know whined on the couch like a punched kitten, hissing when Chan tried to lift him up. He had been cooped up in his den, as always, the entire day and had been told to get out and do something ‘productive’. He was more than sure that sleeping all day was good enough with their upcoming comeback, he felt more than targeted. The leader sighed, running a hand through the younger’s hair in an attempt to coax him; till he thought of a perfect idea.

“How about we play rock, paper, scissors? If you win, I let you go back, if you lose, you’ll be stuck with me~” Just as Minho was about to protest, he was met with shining puppy eyes from the older, a hand that began to tug on his sleeve. His eyes widened, was Chan really going these lengths just for him? Reluctantly, he agreed, unable to resist the charm of the leader’s puppy eyes, who practically tackled him at the agreement. Groaning, he accepted the hug nonetheless, pondering how he got such a puppy of a leader.

“Okay! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! …Oh Min~” As they both casted their choice at lightning speed, Minho’s turned to be a paper, whilst Chris had chosen scissors, deeming Minho an unfortunate loser to this game. Staring at the loss in shock, he didn’t have time to react when fingers began to dance along his sides, making him squeal and recoil. The same cute pout was now replaced with a mischievous grin, the wolf crawling over ever so menacingly.

“N-No! Get away from ME! Hyuhuhung!” Lee Know let out a shriek when Chris pounced regardless, squeezing the muscles on his stomach that had been gained with their new comeback. Deep chuckles began to flow from him, gripping onto the producer’s fingers tightly but didn’t push them away; he trusted his hyung lots to know where and where not to go on days like these.

“Yes? Do you need something?” Chan feigned innocence, continuing his gentle assault as he relished in that rich laughter. If he could buy it, it would’ve been sold out everywhere by now, pinching up and down his sides to hear a soft snort; he needed to wreck both him and Changbin some time, or maybe add Jisung into the mix..The cat beneath him squirmed on the bed, a soft red blush blooming on his cheeks from the sensations.

“I-It reheheally tihihickles!” He whined again, flopping on the bed like a fish out of water, causing Chan to coo at him all the more; how unfair. Eventually, the leader was getting a bit bored at being gentle with him, but it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for getting rough tickles from him. Fun was one thing, boundaries were another; and with Lee Know a very, very thin line separated them, probably why he was more to tickling than tickled.

Grabbing him up like a potato sack, Chris brought him over to the living room, where the members were chatting up a storm. Seeing the kitten being brought out like he was punished made their faces light up, immediately making room for both Chan and Minho. Ruffling his hair, the leader muttered a word of reassurance into his ear, squeezing his hand to ask if he was alright with it; Minho squeezed back almost instantly.

“We’re playing rock, paper, scissors. If he wins, you can’t tickle him, but if he loses, you get the drill.” Chan explained, causing a ruckus to emit among the members. Six teasing grins flashed his way, making Minho whimper as he hid away into Chan’s chest, much too embarrassed about what was happening. Frowning, the older pulled him out by the back of his neck, seeing how upset he seemed to be.

“It’s okay, Changbin’s first, alright? I promise he’ll be gentle, right Changbin?” Chan comforted the poor cat, putting emphasis on the last two words as his gaze pierced the rapper, not stern, but more of a smirk that appeared on his face. The dwaekki squeaked, nodding aggressively in agreement; he wouldn’t want to know what would happen if he dared to break that rule. Walking over, the younger placed a hand on Minho’s fist, signalling to start.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! You lost, but I’ll be gentle.” This time, Lee Know had placed rock, while Binnie chose paper; another loss, just great. Wrapping his arms around the cat from behind, his fingers simply traced around the hip bones that protruded out, extracting a soft snort from the older before his body trembling with giggles that bubbled up his throat.

“Chahahangbin! P-Plehehease!” Just as always, it was almost as if the dwaekki’s hands were coated with magic, able to coax the sweetest giggles out of anyone no matter how grumpy or feisty they were towards him. Humming a soft tune in response, the younger placed his forehead against Minho’s neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to arise before placing a tender kiss to it, sending a shock down his spine.

“Nohoho! N-Noho kisses!” He babbled, scrunching his shoulders up with giggles as Changbin’s lips brushed ever so tenderly on the nape of his neck, squirming when fingers pinched his hips. Even the members were stunned at how easily Changbin reduced Lee Know to a giggling, squeaking mess without putting in much effort, watching the red on his face darken.

“No? You wanna give Hyunjin a try then?” Changbin inquired with genuine curiosity, nuzzling his nose against the smooth skin that earned a tiny squeak. Nodding his head, a breathlessly snickering Lee Know was finally left alone to catch a small breather, slumping onto the couch from Changbin’s attack, albeit it not being enough to drive him to insanity. As he raised his head, he was met with a ferret practically examining the cat, fist already out in excitement.

“Shoot- I lost?” Hyunjin whimpered with a frown, having held out scissors while Minho held out a fist for a rock; he had finally won something! But as he watched the glow in the artist’s eyes glow dimmer, a wave of guilt crashed onto him, he was sure Hyunjin had been waiting for forever to even get close to the feisty cat he called a hyung. Wrapping the dancer’s arms around his own waist, he was silent; but the squeal of happiness from behind was all he needed to know.

“Mmmhmm..h-hyune..” Minho pursed his lips together when slender fingers pressed right into his ribs, one by one in a tantalising manner. Even then, the artist was more than determined to extract that laughter from him, he might have been wrecked one too many times by the dancer to be considered even a tickle fight anymore; obviously he’d jump at anything that even hinted at the form of revenge.

“Hm?” Hyunjin hummed, raising an eyebrow behind him, squeezing the fat that laid at the sides of his ribs, getting a shriek in response. Rich laughter escaped his lips, bending over the couch in a futile attempt to ward off the fingers, but being as agile as they were, he easily managed to slip back to the older’s ribs, kneading like it was a batch of bread dough.

“Nahaha! S-Stohohop!” Minho pleaded, pushing desperately at the fingers that were practically glued on targeting his ribs, internally wondering why everyone was so soft with him. Almost instantly, the fingers backed off from his body, leaving him barren as his giggles cut awkwardly. Staring at the group like a deer in headlights, two heads popped up to meet him, one brown, one blonde.

“We’re going together!” Felix chimed enthusiastically, making Lee Know much more confused than he was. Why had Hyunjin’s turn ended so early? Jisung waddled over to the cat’s lap quietly, laying his head up in his lap before shooting up a fist, challenging him to another game. Reluctantly, he had wished Hyunjin’s turn lasted just a bit longer, missing the gentle touch already. Maybe he should go see Hyunibini some time…

“..shoot! We won hyung, c’mere~” Placing another fist in turn to Jisung’s initial move, he was met with an open hand that almost instantly caught his. Lee Know barely had time to even react before a chick pounced onto his back, dragging his arms above his head while the quokka seated himself on the cat’s thighs. Unexpecting of the sudden switch in demeanour, he shook his head rapidly with nervous giggling, squealing when Felix sat onto his hands.

“H-Hahahve mercy- AHAHAH!” Minho was immediately thrown into cackles as Felix brought his tiny fingers down to the outstretched armpits that were staring at him, grabbing them slightly roughly before kneading into the squishy centre. The oldest of the trio tossed his head back, mouth wide open as it spilled with hysterical laughter.

“We’ve given enough of that, the three previous people had no fun~” Jisung teased slowly, bringing his hands to massage into the dips of Minho’s hips, earning a panicked scream of laughter. He twisted, squirmed, begged under the sunshines, but got not an ounce of mercy. All he could do was, laugh, laugh…and keep laughing.

“GUHUHUYS! PLEA- PLEAHAHAHASE!” Despite being the most composed of the hyung line when it came to losing composure when being tickled so intensely, he was no match for the evil maknae line, and he hadn’t even gotten to Seungmin and Jeongin yet! The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Meanwhile, the brownie boy was having the time of his life, whispering tiny little compliments like ‘your smile’s so cute!’ or ‘cackling so loudly might attract more tickles~’, making his entire face turn into a real bucket of red paint.

“Please? Please continue to wreck you to pieces? Gladly!” Han clapped with a wide gummy smile, moving his fingers up to the older’s v-line before submerging his fingers in deeply, vibrating as quickly as he could. The members were not prepared for the absolute scream that Lee Know let out in ticklish agony, bucking his hips aggressively to try and toss the quokka off balance; of course it didn’t work.

“OHOHO MY GAD! MAHAHAKE IT STOHOHOP!” The dancer begged again, pulling at his restrained limbs in a fruitless attempt to block out the four hands roaming his body. After what felt like hours of endless torture, or rather a minute, the sunshines let up on their ruthless attack, watching as tears of mirth were already in the corner of the bunny’s eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Rushing over, Felix gave Minho the biggest hug he could muster while Jisung wiped away the tiny tears, both of them apologising like they had killed him. Flustered, Lee Know could only give out a small ‘it’s okay’, unable to comprehend the amount of sweet actions from the sunshines.

“My turn, watch me win.” Seungmin scoffed, albeit having a small smirk on his face. Minho almost instantly regained his stoic yet competitive nature, narrowing his eyes at the puppy. If anything, he had to win against Seungmin, whether it meant sacrificing his entire dignity for this. Both of them placed their fists next to each other, like a duel of the Wild West. Finally, casting their choice, it turned out to be…

“Damn it.” Seungmin grumbled, having tossed out scissors while Minho had another rock in his hands. Letting out a cheer of victory while the younger jeered, the dancer pulled the whiny pup in for a hug, giving him a noogie before the maknae flashed a dimple of complete evil. Having been his overconfident self, he tossed out another fist, to be held by a paper of a hand by the fox.

“Get him!” The maknae yelled like a war cry, before the vocalist he once held in his arms pushed him onto the carpeted floor like some sort of training dummy, straddling his hips while Innie sat comfortably on his ankles. The members surrounding snickered in mischievousness, watching the two excited maknaes’ have their way with the feisty cat.

“Noho yohou brats- STAHAHAP!” He was tossed back into another round of frantic hysterics as fingers dug into his thighs, crawling over the smooth surface like tiny spiders; his bet was Seungmin, who had his back facing the dancer. A frenzied wail came from him when he felt long but blunt nails scrape up and down his arches menacingly, internally cursing the maknae of the group.

“Excuse me? What did you just call us?” Seungmin sneered, raising an eyebrow at the lighthearted insult. Vocalracha paused in their movements as their gaze pierced through a now very nervous Lino, who had no luck in scrambling away as he shrank under their gaze meekly. He couldn’t even get a ‘sorry’ out, having zero room to speak when the maknaes’ fingers descended back onto his legs, earning a howl of laughter.

“ARGHAHAHAHA! I-I’M SOHOHORRY!” Minho wails, just when Seungmin’s fingers find his inner thighs, pinching and scratching up the skin tantalisingly while Jeongin peels back the toes of his right foot, before scribbling at his toes and the skin underneath. The dancer arched in back in desperate laughter, pounding on the puppy’s back to no avail, his feet going nowhere.

“Sorry for what?” The fox inquired with a taunting smirk on his face that the oldest of the trio couldn’t see, moving his fingers back to scratching roughly on the arches of both feet, earning another loud scream. He was pulling at Seungmin at this point, where he just rocked back and forth like a swing; but his fingers didn’t move from Lino’s thighs, proving to be useless.

“C-CAHAHALLING YOHOHOU BOTH BRAHAHATS! STAP!” Lee Know yawped, before his voice gave out, tears of mirth streaming down his face. The vocalists released their hold on the dancer’s legs, watching him deflate and melt into the floor like a popped balloon. The group crowded around the tired cat, pulling him for a big cuddle while they whispered sweet nothings, rubbed his cheeks to get rid of the tears, and massaged his sore body from the rough sensations. Minho simply soaked in the attention like a sponge would, his entire face to his neck thoroughly heated up into a deep shade of red.

As they passed out quietly in the living room, the following day came with a very loud announcement of a certain bunny in a mood as booming laughter sounded throughout the dorms once more.

[gaybananabread]

I'm so excited to participate in your augtickletober! For number 28, please consider writing lee kirishima! with ler todoroki from my hero academia hehehe, a relaxing massage seems nice~ By the way if the number is already taken, feel free to change to any numbers (probably number 29 or 24 as backups just in case 28 got taken), thank youu!!

TickleTober Day 28 - Massage

Oooooh not a pairing I write for often! Still, the skrimblos must have their fun. Kiri would be the kinda guy to massage his friends, so nice! I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Kirishima

Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Todoroki was stressed, to say the least. Working tirelessly to get his Provisional License, training hard to stay on top, and regular classwork had him going pretty much non-stop. Cold soba was his only escape, and even that was starting to lose its effect. It was all wearing on him, keeping his muscles tense and eyes sunken with dark bags.

The dual-quirked teen sauntered into the dorm’s kitchen, in search of his comfort food. His shoulders ached from tension, his neck and back in similar condition. The cold soba was the only thing he wanted at that moment. When he opened the fridge door, though, he deflated. “Damn it…” He had forgotten to make more the night before, exhausted from another night of rigorous training.

Kirishima walked into the room, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Todoroki! How’s it…going.” He saw the other student’s tired, saddened form, concern blooming on his face. “Are you okay, man?”

He sighed, closing the door and cutting off the cool air. Was he okay? He wasn’t sure he knew the answer himself. “Uhm…yes. Why do you ask?” 

That only made the bubbly teen’s brows furrow. “Because you look very not okay. You’re more tense than Aizawa sensei after dealing with Bakubro and Midoriya.” He smiled softly, a small huff of air escaping him. Though they didn't interact much, Todo knew he could trust the boy and enjoyed his company. “Maybe I am a little wound up.”

Kiri chuckled, getting a bit closer and opening the fridge. He noticed the lack of his classmate’s favorite dish. “If you want, I could help. I’m not the greatest cook, but I could try and make you some soba. Maybe a massage or something.”

The massage option caught his attention. He was stupidly tense; he could use a break. “I wouldn’t mind a massage, if you’re willing to give one.”

“So formal, Todobro. You’ve gotta loosen up a bit.” He was more than happy to help out his classmate, moving over to one of the dorm couches. “And of course, I’m happy to. You wanna sit down and I’ll help?”

He nodded, following him and sitting down beside the red-haired teen. Normally, he wouldn’t have been so accepting of the concerned gesture. Midoriya and the others had been working with him on asking for help, though; it was working. Kiri went right to work, rubbing circles in his shoulders. It was unfair how quickly the tension began to ease.

Eijirou moved methodically, working to ease his peer’s tense muscles. The sheer amount of knots he had to work out concerned him. “Jeez, man. You’ve really gotta take more breaks. This isn’t healthy.” 

A small hum came from the tense teen; he was too lost in the calming feeling to do much else. At first, when Kiri was working his shoulders, it felt wonderful. He could feel the tension leaving, the tight pains fading to dull aches or going entirely.

As time passed, Kirishima’s hands wandered, moving to the base of his ribs and back. A small, annoying buzz came with the release, making him smile. Todoroki squirmed a little, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

Kirishima noticed the squirms, pulling his hands away. “You good? Sorry if I hurt you, I’m a little rusty.” Of course that’s where his mind went. That boy was too kind. “No, it’s fine. Just needed to move.” With a nod, the massage continued, right back at the dreaded spot.

Okay, that was fine. He could handle a little buzzing, no problem. At least, he thought he could, until Kirishima moved upwards again, gently poking his neck to feel for tension. Todo went rigid, a small giggle escaping him. Oh, he was screwed.

“Todoroki…are you ticklish?” Previous statement retracted. Kirishima wasn’t nice at all for asking. He knew the answer already, and knew the other boy would lie. “Uh, no. Just, um, thought of something funny.”

Bullshit. Kiri sniffed out the obvious lie, deciding to toy with his friend. “Okay then. I’ll be more gentle, just because.” He went back to massaging the other teen’s neck, making sure to scritch his nails on the skin every once in a while. Todoroki bit his lip, thankful his back was to the hero-in-training. Rosy cheeks and a poorly suppressed smile didn’t really help his case.

This continued for about a minute; Kiishima gently massaging the other teen, occasionally letting his nails scrape the sensitive skin, and Todoroki trying desperately to stay quiet. The bright boy’s patience was wearing thin, and although he’d love to continue massaging his friend, the giggle was too enticing. He gave up on subtlety, going and simultaneously squeezing both Todoroki’s sides.

He muffled a yelp, jolting forwards and grabbing the crimson student’s hands. There was no denying it now; Todoroki was ticklish, and Kirishima was gonna help him let loose. Kiri wrapped his legs around the other’s torso, pulling him back and against his chest. It was a classic Kiri play-fight move, one most of the other students feared and loved; it meant that he was about to get it.

Ten fingers drilled into both his sides, pulling a few surprised giggles from the serious teen. He tried to squirm out of it, but he was essentially trapped in a hug; pinned both around the middle by wiggling fingers and waist by strong legs, Todoroki was trapped. He probably could’ve burned his way out of the hold, but he would never purposefully hurt his classmate. 

“Wow, so wiggly, Todobro. I’m just trying to get you to relax! Like these sides, they must be tense if you’re fighting it this much!” He knew that wasn’t why he was squirming so much, but it was an “excuse” to continue the tickling. Besides, teasing him was fun. He experimentally scribbled Todo’s navel, The results were better than he could’ve hoped for.

“K-KIHIRISHIMAHA! NOHOHO!” He practically squealed when he felt the boy’s nails on his belly button, his cheeks almost matching his left hair as he laughed. Kirishima adored the sound, happy that his classmate trusted him enough to cut loose like that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, but still. “Aww, there we go. You gotta release all that inner turmoil and stress, bro. Laughter is perfect!”

His well-meaning teases were completely unfair. Todoroki drummed his feet on the couch, twisting and shoving at his classmate’s hands. He didn’t totally hate what was happening, but still, it tickled! He just wished Kiri’s nails were focusing anywhere but his belly button. “MOHOHOVE! COHOME OHOHOHON!” 

Feeling merciful, he did as he was asked, instead focusing his fingers on the candy-cane boy’s sides.Loud laughter gave way to sweet giggles, surprisingly bright for such a serious kid. “Kihiri- Kihirishihihimaha! Whyhihihi?”

“Why? You’re stressed, that’s why. I’ve never seen someone so determined to have an aneurysm before adulthood before. You could do with some giggles.” He squeezed his navel, making Todoroki emphasize it with a squeal. “Like that! Very cute, by the way. You should laugh more.”

Such a jerk! He wanted to protest anything Kirishima had just claimed, but he couldn’t. Truth was, the tickling was helping. While giggly and flustered, he was much less tense than when he’d arrived. He also felt much happier, though he attributed that to human interaction rather than the goofy touch. 

Kiri could tell he was enjoying himself, at least to an extent. He hadn’t heard the actual word “stop” once. A certain sound, though, made him halt the touch. Was that…?

*grrrrrrlm*

Todoroki’s cheeks somehow got redder, that time from embarrassment. His stomach had growled rather loudly, reminding him of his long day and skipped meals. Kirishima was the one to laugh then, releasing his friend from the tickly hold. “Ohokay, your stomach’s got an opinion. Think we should get you some food, huh Todoroki?”

The half-and-half teen mumbled something under his breath, but nodded in agreement. He was hungry, and some cold soba would be nice. Kirishima chuckled, heading back to the dorm kitchen to prepare some grub for him and his friend. 

Todoroki looked after him, a small smile on his face. He felt much better than he had before, his dampened spirits lifted by the other student’s silliness. He got up, following to help with the dish. He’d have to ask for massages more often…

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Don’t Make Me Worry

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To a Happy New Year in 2025!!!!!! It is the season of the Hinomoris!!! Hwuagauhsha I love the Hinomori sisters,, I miss all of the siblings COLOPALE GIVE US ANOTHER SIBLING EVENT. Fair warning for a smidgen of baby talk from Shizuku bc, as a ler, she would.

sfw tickle fic!! project sekai: lee!shiho, ler!shizuku (familial) feat. a cameo from the tenmas!!

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“Shii, please don’t be angry with me!”

“I’m not angry,” Shiho muttered as she slid the door shut, channeling every ounce of her self-control into not slamming it. Her hand was shaking, just a little, and she quickly hid it behind her back.

Knelt on the tatami mat, Shizuku pouted, her hands coming together nervously. Noticeably, she did not have her phone on her. They had Tsukasa and Saki on the case, but the missing phone was still the root of Shiho’s flaring headache.

“But you look angry! I’m so so sorry, Shii!”

“It’s fine. Just drop it.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice time and bothering you and making you bring me home! I deserve to be yelled at. Please forgive me.” The line of Shizuku’s eyes began to quiver, and Shiho’s stomach plummeted.

“Please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do if you cry!” she rushed out. Shiho felt a little bad treating her older sister like a child. Then again, if she was going to get lost around the city at night like a child, maybe she deserved it… “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…” Shiho joined her sister on the mat and crossed her arms. “Look, you were out there all by yourself. What if you broke something or got stuck, or a crook came after you? It feels pretty crappy when I can’t be there to back you up, s’all.”

Shizuku’s watery frown quickly bloomed into a smile, and she reached out a graceful hand to ruffle Shiho’s hair. “Aww, Shii is so cute when she worries about me! I’m so lucky to have such a caring baby sister!”

Of course. I worry about you too, you know. With a grunt, Shiho batted her hand away. “It— It’s not like that! And you’re too carefree! You weren’t thinking; something really bad could’ve happened,” she scolded.

“Oh, I would take care of it. I’m an idol, remember? I’m strong!” Shizuku put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a tranquil, airy smile. Shiho sighed.

You being an idol is what has me concerned, she thought. Shiho’s arms remained crossed, wary of her sister at her side. She fixed an aloof expression to her face (and failed to notice her pinkened cheeks or the moue of her lips. Cute when she worries).

Her stony silence was disrupted by a zap of electricity splitting through her ribs. Shiho launched herself to the other side of the mat with a high squeak. Embarrassment pooled in her cheeks, until she glanced at her sister and paled at the expression she found.

“Sh— Shizuku!” Her voice jumped in volume, the mute on her vocal chords removed. “What is up with you?”

“I’m showing you I have ways of defending myself!” Shizuku laughed lightly, inching closer. Shiho inched away. “If a bad guy tries to attack me, I’ll just do this!”

“Huh!? Get awa— AHehey!”

Her nimble fingers fluttered under Shiho’s arms. She gasped and flailed, feeling her core muscles stiffen and her composure crumble. “Ehehaha wahahait! Shizukuhu nohoHOhaha!

Soft, shrieky giggles rung out of Shiho’s mouth while Shizuku’s pesky hands wormed in her underarms. She fell onto her side, squirming and puffing air. “S- Stohop waHAha whahaHY thiHIhis!? Thihis dohohoesn’t— this doesn’t hahahehehelp!”

“Doesn’t it? Hmm, but it looks like it works,” Shizuku asked, a guileless frown on her face even as Shiho’s mind buffered in bewilderment. “My trick is so effective, it even made gwumpy Shii laugh!”

Shiho’s stomach fluttered. “IHIhI’m nohot, ihihit’s juhuhust chihihildihihish!” Shiho’s wriggling and head-shaking was futile — she knew Shizuku had mastered the art of clinginess. All she could do was squeeze her elbows to her sides and try to hide her aching, red-hot cheeks.

Shizuku leaned over, beaming when she caught Shiho’s smile. It was so wide that her eyes had to squint to fit it on her face. “Aww, there’s that smile I wuv so much!” Her fingers escaped Shiho’s underarms and crawled down her ribs. Squealing, Shiho curled into a ball and covered her face. “That warm smile that belongs to my adorable adorable sister! Shii must be having so much fun.”

As earnest as Shizuku was, her observations were lighting sparklers in Shiho’s face. She didn’t deny it— but only because she didn’t get the chance to, okay!?

As Shizuku continued to spout gibberish such as ‘Shii’s just so squeezable!’ and ‘it’s my roly-poly sister!’, the fluttering fingers suddenly vanished.

Eyes popped open, Shiho inhaled and prepared to rub the tingling away, when the hands suddenly reappeared, now finding a way under her hoodie. “Oh, Shii, what’s this?” Shizuku tilted her head, and Shiho squeaked and braced herself. “All of a sudden I feel… Aah… Aaah… Aaaah tatatatatatata!”

Not the tatatata’s! Shizuku accompanied these with quick skitterings up and down Shiho’s sides. It was her worst nightmare right from her childhood! The Shiho-ball cried and rolled around in an effort to outrun the embarrassment. “NOnohono! Stohop stop! AHAHIhI’m nahaHAT a kihihihID! SHIhizuKUHUhu!”

Like a string suddenly plucked and reverberating in Shiho’s muscles, a burst of strength allowed her to break free and roll away, collapsing onto the tatami mat. She gulped in air and threw her arms over her burning face.

“Onee-chan! Thahat wouldn’t stohop a crook at all!” Shiho exclaimed, astounded at how grandma-like her sister could be. Tickling? As a weapon of defense? Seriously?

Shizuku padded over to her, her hands nearly brushing Shiho’s sides. She tensed, only to relax when all Shizuku did was flop onto the mat next to her. “Aww, Shii, I only wanted to relieve some of your stress.”

Shiho dropped her arms. She turned to Shizuku. Her wobbly eyes had returned, and Shiho breathed. “I… get that, but,” Looking down, she idly shaped her fingers into a chord, “it’s not so easy to stop worrying about you.”

Shizuku giggled, as delicate and comforting as her name. “I understand what you mean. I’m always worried as well.”

Shiho glanced to her side, eyelids and mouth parted. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Shizuku’s eyes crinkled honestly, a clear, intent sheen to them that Shiho had only seen maybe once before. “I worry about Airi, and Minori, and Haruka. And about my place as an idol, and making the fans happy.” She shook her head. “But I still want to be a reliable older sister for you, someone that you can confide in. That’s why I’ll do my best not to be a reason for Shii’s concern!”

I’ll always be looking out for you, though… Shiho sighed, a tiny smile creeping up her mouth. “And I guess… I’ll let my sister work herself up over me more often.” Then she huffed. “Just don’t lose your phone again, got it?”

Evidently not getting it, Shizuku gasped, eyes twinkling like she was about to cry again. “Shii!”

“Ah, Shizuku! Don’t glomp me like that!”

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Meanwhile, with the Tenma siblings…

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“Found it!”

Tsukasa hopped to his feet, planting a hand on his hip. The phone he held up like a trophy had a translucent mint case, a dangling swan charm, and scuffs and scratches all over. Definitely the right one.

“Yay! Good job, Nii-chan!” Saki clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the bush she had been looking in. “Now let’s call Shizuku and Shihoppy and tell them the good news.”

Pulling out his phone, Tsukasa laughed triumphantly. “Aha, of course! I shall inform Shizuku that her hero and his sister-in-arms have prevailed!” He dialed a contact — Shizuku’s, of course — and listened to his phone ring.

…And the phone in his other hand, Shizuku’s phone, rang as well.

Brother and sister looked at each other.

“Ah.”

“Ah…”

Maybe we should just walk to their house…

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Grhalsjkaja Shizuku the girl that you are… anyway lee!Shiho!!!! Or as I like to call her, Shleeho!! Ahaha…

Anyway the Hinomori siblings are so darn adorable I just know Shiho worries so much about Shizuku bc that girl does not worry enough for herself, the same way Shizuku dotes on Shiho and tries (tries) to give her as carefree a life as possible

HC that Shizuku baby-talks her lees not even in a malicious way just bc that’s her natural reaction whenever she sees something cute, and Shiho when she’s tkled curls up into ball hoping that will protect her. Normally she’s a fighter but when it comes to tkling… it’s flight or freeze

ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST DRAFT AFTER SPENDING 3 HOURS ON IT AND HAD TO RETYPE LIKE 85% OF IT SO I AM WRITING THIS FUELED BY RAGE. I hope I didn’t forget smth bc I literally don’t retain anything. Also I’ve been working on this since July?????

[rosie-n-oncie]

what are your favorite foods?

Mine personally is my mothers Røkelaks! Which is essentially just smoked salmon. I’d cook it myself but I’m no good at cooking.

Uh, that’s a hard one—I like my breakfast meal I typically make but I’m also a fan of Garlic Knots—when me and my brothers were closer we’d make them with our mom…those were…nice times.

[thclioness]

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[aviso de conteúdo: Esse pov fala um pouco sobre luto, não tem nada explicito, é mais melancólico que qualquer outra coisa, mas achei de bom tom avisar. Se você quiser ler só a parte que de fato importa pro plot é a partir do paragrafo que começa com Bastet, eu deixei em negrito e vermelhinho pra facilitar encontrar. Beijos no coração e se cuidem!]

A brisa do mar beijava o rosto dela, o ar salgado fazia seus cabelos dançarem de forma desordenada e sob seus pés descalços sentiam as pedras arredondadas da praia enquanto caminhava com suas vestes noturnas, apesar da claridade de uma manhã sem nuvens. O cenário era pacifico e silencioso, em seu coração sabia que era a praia próxima à academia, ainda assim não reconhecia o local como de costume. As bordas da paisagem estavam borradas, como se todas as praias que ela já tinha visitado se unissem em uma.

Briana seguiu sua caminhada a beira mar, reconhecendo o caminho e para onde ele a levava, mesmo nunca estando ali antes. Um pássaro pairava no ar e ela sorriu, reconhecendo o símbolo de sua família, sua mente retornou para o passado, quando corria pelos corredores de Agni Hill, descendo até a praia para ver os pássaros chegando para montar seus ninhos durante a primavera. O ritual dos albatrozes sempre a fascinaram quando criança, a dança com os parceiros de uma vida toda, a construção dos ninhos, o contentamento de um amor eterno, quando era uma garotinha ela sonhava em um casamento como aquele, como o de seus pais. 

Aquele sonho já havia morrido, e as lembranças póstumas apenas reabriram uma ferida há muito cicatrizada. Continuou caminhando, sentindo a areia quente entre os dedos, permitindo o coração de se abrir para a saudade que sentia de casa, o sal no ar que refrescava a sua pele como apenas as praias em Aithne conseguiam. Se permitiu conjurar o som do riso fácil das gêmeas, as explicações prolixas de Callum sobre uma nova classe de insetos que descobriu, o olhar caloroso de sua mãe, a presença silenciosa e confortável de seu pai. Quando as lágrimas ameaçaram rolar por seus olhos, ao chegar perto demais de memórias dolorosas, pois jamais seriam vividas novamente, viu a deusa sentada graciosamente na areia, como se fosse seu trono.

— Então escolhemos o caminho da dor dessa vez, ao que parece. — Falou como se encontrasse uma velha amiga, a qual a exigência de cumprimentos formais era supérflua. O laço entre Bastet e Briana era profundo, íntimo e inquebrável, parecia bobo se preocupar com cortesias vazias. “Às vezes você precisa ser lembrada do que realmente importa, minha criança. Você precisa se livrar do rancor, e entender que a sua dor é apenas amor transbordando, sem saber para onde ir. Você deveria ir para casa. Eles sentem a sua falta.” A voz da deusa era suave e etérea, abraçando-a por completo, como se viesse de dentro dela. Suas lágrimas rolaram, sem qualquer restrição ou decoro. — Talvez no aniversário do Callum. Ele parece estar empolgado, se suas cartas são algum indício. Na última que recebi ele mandou uma borboleta azul enquadrada. 

A deusa riu melodicamente, o som era majestoso e ecoava pela praia, mas seus lábios de gato não se moviam. “Ele é uma criança adorável.” Briana concordou com a cabeça, porque sim, seu irmão era uma criança adorável, e seria um senhor do fogo tão generoso quanto o seu pai. — Está tudo bem em casa? Não é por isso que você está aqui né? — Seu coração apertou, lembrando-se da primeira vez que havia sonhado com a deusa. A primeira a lhe dar a notícia da morte de Ariana, e quem a acalentou enquanto chorava, até acordar sobre as fronhas encharcadas com lágrimas e seu coração com um espaço vazio que jamais voltaria a ser preenchido. 

Bastet negou com a cabeça, acalmando seus medos. “Tudo está bem em Aithne.”  afirmou de forma decisiva, silenciando os medos de Briana que começavam afastá-la do momento. “Meu assunto de hoje também é sobre família, de certa forma. Mas não a sua, minha criança, talvez união seja uma descrição mais apropriada. Deixe seu coração ficar em paz, venha, vamos caminhar.”

Os passos as afastam da praia, a areia fofa se tornando terra úmida, a brisa do mar dando lugar ao bosque como se tivessem atravessado uma porta. Com as sobrancelhas franzidas, Briana olhou para sua deusa em busca de respostas e ela apenas indicou que seguisse o caminho indicado. — Nós estamos em… — a pergunta morreu em sua garganta quando chegaram até a clareira, a deusa apenas afirmou com a cabeça, parando no limiar entre o bosque e o campo, como se não pudesse passar dali. O ar estava pesado e quente, como se estivesse prestes a cair uma tempestade. — Bom, não é atoa que os militares estão de mal humor o tempo todo. Esse lugar é tenebroso! — Eldrathor era vazio de todo o calor e conforto aos quais estava acostumada.

Briana olhou para a relva sob seus pés, verde como em todos os outros lugares em que já esteve, e deu uma risadinha para si mesma. Ao dar o primeiro passo para dentro da clareira, ela esperou por algo grandioso acontecer.  Quando não foi atingida por um raio, rajada de fogo ou terremoto, sentiu-se segura para explorar mais o lugar. A paisagem contrastava com tudo o que conhecia e a estátua no centro do lugar quase a fazia sentir dó do pobre artista que tivera todo o seu trabalho consumido por plantas selvagens. Ela correu os dedos pelas runas encravadas na base da estátua.  “Não foram eles.” Briana voltou a olhar para onde a deusa havia  parado, sua imagem parecia ondular, como um reflexo em um espelho d’água, e ela soube que seu tempo estava acabando. — Não foram eles o que? Isso é sobre a pira sagrada? — Bastet concordou com a cabeça, sua imagem ondulando ainda mais. — É claro que não, alguém pensa isso de verdade? Eu temeria pelo futuro do império caso aqueles que são treinados para nos proteger fossem burros a esse ponto! — Briana riu, a ideia parecia ainda mais ridícula ao falar em voz alta, e a deusa a acompanhou. “Você deve dizer isso aos outros, querida.” Bastet ordenou antes de desaparecer em fumaça.

Quando o sonho continuou mesmo depois do desaparecimento da deusa, Briana aproveitou a oportunidade para explorar ainda mais a clareira. Afastou o musgo que cobria o rosto da estátua, tentando encontrar algum traço conhecido. As runas entalhadas a intrigava, eram como um caminho conhecido, que fazia uma curva inesperada e mudava o trajeto e o destino. Ela corria os dedos sobre os desenhos, tentando memorizá-los. Então uma explosão como fogos de artifício dourados aconteceu ao seu redor e ela acordou em seus lençóis macios e confortáveis da academia. Ela riu sozinha, satisfeita de que suas suspeitas estavam corretas. 

O céu do lado de fora começava a dar os primeiros sinais do raiar do sol, mas ela sabia que não voltaria a dormir. Voltou para a sua mesa em busca de um pedaço de papel ainda em branco para anotar as runas que ainda se lembrava. As coisas estão prestes a ficar mais interessantes, pensou enquanto anotava os desenhos de seu sonho, sem saber muito bem se seriam uteis.

ooc: Se você quiser uma inter com a Bri falando sobre isso deixe um emoji de foguinho 🔥 nesse post, só não prometo que seja muito longa ou boa. Se quiserem só meter um "Briana falou que..." nas inters que vocês já tem por aí, mesmo sem ter interagido com ela pode ficar a vontade, porque como a querida é agente do caos ela provavelmente saiu cantando EU AVISEI pelos corredores, como quem ganhou um bolão da copa.

[thebest-medicine]

Make 24. With Lee! Deku and Ler! Kirishima?

Prompt 24 - "Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster."

Explosively Ticklish [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

A/N: 'Wait!' You say, 'but Bakugo already got his revenge on everyone!' Yes...... but only the first round. Welcome to Part 7!!! This is the last I have planned out for now but who knows... may be continued further. He's got many more times to go and many more deals to make after all ;)

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“Sounds like somebody needs a visit from the tickle monster.~” Kirishima sing-songed and bared his teeth in a grin as though a proud predator chancing upon their prey. 

The air in the room seemed to cool, sending a chill running down Izuku’s spine.

He was grappled in an instant. “Heh- wait a second– I hehe- Kirishihihima–” Midoriya whined, squirming as Eijirou wrestled his wrists into place next to his head. They laid there, locked in a brief stalemate, with Izuku against his mattress beneath his friend. 

“And you know…” Kirishima continued, “speaking of tickle monsters… I actually heard there’s one loose in the dorms..” Kirishima murmured, leaning in closer. 

Izuku giggled in anticipation. “Whahahat are you talking about?”

“In fact.. I think it might be close by…” He smirked. 

Izuku’s cheeks were blooming with red. 

Kirishima leaned in, breathing into the sensitive shell of Deku’s ear to make him squirm even more as he said. “You see… they can sense when someone really ticklish is vulnerable.” 

Izuku wailed, wishing he could cover his face. “Kihihihirishima stahahahop teasing!”

There was a knock–loud, more like a bang–on the door. 

“Oh no! Is that it?” Kirishima gasped, squeezing Izuku’s wrists for emphasis. “I think it is! The dreaded tickle monster!” 

He scribbled one hand down into Izuku’s belly for emphasis, making his classmate squawk out a laugh.

“Shuhuhut up!” Izuku snorted. “Whohoho is tha–AHHH!” He shrieked in horror as his door slammed open and a real life tickle monster appeared on the other side: a still-revenge-hungry, smirking Kacchan.

“—NONONO WAIT! KAHAHACCHAN? NO! KIHIHIHIRISHIMA! LEMME GOHOHO!” He was cackling madly, not even being tickled yet. He felt his chances of escaping this unscathed fleeting away. “Nohohot thihihihis! Not NOHOHOW! You tricked meheheheHEHEHE!” 

“Geeeez, giggles, get it together!” Kirishima teased him, poking one finger out to prod at his side. “Not even tickling you yet.” Izuku flinched away. “Save that laugh!”

“Plehehease!” Izuku gave him his best wide, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. Kirishima remained cold, unphased, and rock solid in where he held him down. “NohohohO DON’T! Don’t come any clohohohoser KahahaHAACCHAN!” 

Bakugo’d made his way over to the bed by now. He pressed his knees to the edge of the mattress and looked down, reaching out and starting to make quick work of the socks covering Deku’s feet. “NAHAHA!” Izuku squealed, unable to do anything as his ankles were quickly locked into Kacchan’s arms, whose fingers quickly began scribbling over Deku’s feet where they hung off the end of the bed. 

Kirishima relished the sight of Midoriya cracking instantly, not that he wasn’t already laughing in anticipation. It was less a nervous laugh now, though, more deep and desperate, somehow more jubilant, bubbly. He watched him carefully, then when he felt the resisting strength pushing against his hold faltering, he decided to make his move. 

Quickly, he shifted both wrists into one hand of his own, pinning them up and off to the side of his head. Midoriya blanched, shaking his head when he realized and beginning to plead anew.

Both of his wrists pinned by Kirishima, both of his ankles pinned by Kacchan–who also now seemed to be in the process of rearranging himself to sit over Izuku’s shins. Waist weighted down beneath Kirishima. Izuku’s insides twisted up in a swirl of conflicting emotion.

“Now, die you nerd!” Bakugo declared menacingly. 

Izuku all but wished he could.

Ferocious fingernails scratched up and down his soles, under his toes, along the sides and tops of his feet – they even squeezed up along the backs of his calves. And yet, that wasn’t even the worst of it! 

Kirishima took full advantage of the trapped, ticklish torso beneath him. He scratched his nails under each of Izuku’s arms, pinched his ribs and along his sides one at a time. He even scribbled his fingers over Midoriya’s belly and poked around his belly button, enjoying listening to his friend’s frantic screams of laughter. By the time Kirishima made it down to squeeze at Midoriya’s hips, he was barely able to do more than laugh frantically and squirm weakly.

“Hey, go pin those up over his head.” Midoriya heard Bakugo order, and then there was suddenly less pressure on his waist and legs, only to be replaced by weight along the tops of his thighs. Then, his arms were being tugged up. 

“Nooooooooooo..” Izuku cried weakly as Kirishima sat over his arms and effectively pinned his upper body, helpless and sensitive, between the two of them.

“Right, now, let’s really get to it.”

“NOHOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHEHEHELP!”

…

By the time they were done –or at least, giving him a break for now, as far as he knew– Izuku had lost his voice to laughter. He was hoarse, wheezing for air as he exasperatedly asked for water. 

Kirishima got up at once, grabbing him a bottle and helping him sit up a bit to sip on it as he held it to his lips. “Man, I thought you were gonna die for a second there… That was brutal.” Kirishima laughed lightly. “You’ve gotten tougher!”

“Yeah whatever, that’s what he gets.” Bakugo replied, the annoyance in his tone more fond and teasing than truly irritated.

Izuku chuckled hoarsely, laying back against the bed as Kirishima put the water down on the bedside table. He wheezed out his next question carefully. “Thihis.. heh- sihihince there’s twohoho of you… does *hic* this count as- hehe- two times?”

“No, stupid!” Katsuki shot him an angry look, shouting. “This was one time! Three left!”

“Whyhyhyhy not?” Izuku whined weakly.

“Do you wanna go back to four left?” He threatened

“Nohohoohoho…” Midoriya whimpered, covering his face with his hands and shrinking in on himself. “I’m sorryehehehehe…”

“Hey, come on Bakubro, are you trying to say I didn’t count?” Kirishima goaded, bumping Bakugo’s shoulder. “Trapped him here for you… Did a real number on him too, I’d say! You don’t think I helped at all?!” 

“What? No, you– we..” Katsuki tightened his lips, thinking for a moment.

Kirishima squeezed Izuku’s arm in support, hoping to help reduce his friend’s ‘sentence’ a little.

“Okay, yeah, whatever. I guess that’s true. You did a good job wrecking his shit, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki conceded with a grumble, complimenting his friend as he went. “This can ..count as two or whatever.”

Izuku’s breathing slowly returned to a semi-normal pace. 

Once Izuku was more calmed down and sure to be alright after the surprise attack, the other two got up. 

“Keep your eyes out for me, nerd.” Bakugo grumbled, stomping out of the door.

Izuku spoke up softly after he left and they were alone for a moment, giving the other student a thumbs up. “Thanks, Kirishima.” 

“Only fair. He gave me one off mine for helping him.” Eijirou winked. 

“Wait what–!?”

“–G’night Midoriya!” He finished, quickly shutting the door on his indignant friend. He stepped out into the hall to follow after his grumpy tickle monster of a friend, walking with a smile on his face.

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Chapter 15 is up

GUYS, THERE'S ONLY ONE CHAPTER AFTER THIS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S COME SO FAR!

Excerpt (here I attempted to insert more logic into why the seed was never planted earlier and the Lorax didn't help or create more):

A thunderous crack interrupted his thoughts. It was louder than bulldozers, like when the factory had collapsed, but more formidable and extraordinary, a sound Once-ler could never forget, that he heard every night in his dreams.

He peeked between the boards, and, sure enough, the sky had the telltale purple hue and spiraling clouds that signaled the Lorax coming back to earth.

Brown mossy paws landed weightlessly upon the UNLESS stones, and a yellow mustache under glittering black eyes turned up to look at Once-ler.

“HELLO IN THERE!” the Lorax hollered. “Still taking care? Haven't said goodbye? You’ve yet to die?"

Once-ler didn't know what to say at first, but after spluttering for a few moments, settled on: "Well, FINALLY! Where were you this whole time? Let me out so we can plant more trees already! We need to get a head start straightening out this mess, it's gonna take a loooong time to fix!"

The Lorax held up his hands. "Calm down, I can only create one seed every hundred years. And they can only be planted under certain circumstances, I fear. Seeds (and trees, for that matter) ain't cheap consumerist stuff. Unlike Thneeds, creating living things at will is tough."

He walked up to the Lerkim, and did something Once-ler couldn't see to the lock. Perhaps he had created a cheap consumerist key, but, in any case, a clink told him the chain had finally fallen away.

Once-ler slammed his full weight against the door and tumbled out.

"Sorry it took so long, but do you know what went wrong?" said the Lorax, waiting for him to straighten himself as much as he could—Once-ler's crooked spine had been bent too many times to ever go back to normal. "I can only stay in the valley as long as the animals or trees that I protect are in it. Right now a swomee-swan is passing through for a minute."

"Right, well, anyway, we need to plant this!" Once-ler held up the seed he'd protected in the Lerkim for ten years.

The Lorax sighed. "The time still isn't right, that’s why I put up such a fight," he said. "My point, if you’d heard my pleas—is that Truffula Trees don’t sprout with ease. The good news is," he said to Once-ler's dejected expression, "that if you get one to grow, then soon you’ll see—a bloom of others follows naturally; it's like one's the mother, that hundreds of babies spring around. Plus they can clean up the air, the water, and ground—planting Truffula Trees is the first step to restore and  bring this place back to how it was before."

"Okay. So… When can we plant it?"

"We?" asked the Lorax. "There’s nothing I can do. I can't stay here, so it's up to you. And you're gonna be too old to plant it yourself in forty-eight years. When the time comes, you’re gonna need help out here. You're gonna need to give the seed to someone else. Explain what to do and pray that they’ll help. Tell them the story and the instructions I’ll leave on the stones… I have to go, I feel something slipping away in my bones. The swomee-swan is trying to get out of here fast. Goodbye, if you don’t succeed, these words might be our last."

"Wait—"

But the Lorax was positioned on the UNLESS stones, his hand pinching his fur. "Your job now is to spread the word about the seed. Until you find someone willing to do the deed. It's time to live up to your name and not keep making the same mistake. Actions have consequences, so stay awake. At a certain point you can't take your choices back. Only encourage others to stay on a better track. Just remember," he said, "Unless someone cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."

[maysa008]

🍇> Headcanons para personagens de My Little Pony como sua irmã mais velha. 🧸

FLUFF/SFW🌷

Twilight Sparkle 📖

Twilight e uma irmã mais velha dedicada, preocupada e bastante sábia, costuma ser uma ótima conselheira em sua vida e ajuda bastante você com seus estudos desde muito novinha, logo quando s/n era um bebê no berço a princesa Twilight já estava lhe ensinando a ler e compreender assuntos básicos. A mesma pode te levar consigo para algumas caminhadas e passeios por equestria, todas as suas amigas puderam te conhecer após algum tempinho. Twilight e um pouco ciumenta como irmã mais velha, sua responsabilidade sobre você a torna protetora com qualquer pônei, suas amigas são uma excessão e claro...mas ainda assim ela esta com um pouco de ciúmes por qualquer aproximação.

Pinkie pie 🥳

Pinkie pie e a irmã mais velha extremamente hiperativa e energetica, desde seu nascimento ela já fazia palhaçadas ao redor do berço para faze-lo(a) sorrir e gargalhar com suas bobagens, sua boca não lhe permite ficar quieta então todos os pôneis de ponyville já sabem de sua existência, Pinkie praticamente e seu bobo da corte pessoal desde pequenino(a). Você esta chorando? Não chore, sua irmã mais velha esta aqui para te divertir e cair de propósito para lhe render algumas risadas. Foi mal em alguma coisa importante que fez naquele dia? Estas coisas acontecem! Na próxima tentativa tenha certeza de que a pônei rosa estará te apoiando e gritando para você! Levou alguma bronca de seus pais? Venha brincar de esconde esconde com Pinkie para se distrair. ♡

Fluttershy 🐇

Fluttershy como uma irmã mais velha costuma ser bastante calma, cuidadosa e maternal, ela sente uma extrema vontade de lhe guardar em suas asas e proteger seu (sua) s/n para o resto de sua vida. Os pôneis de Ponyville mal sabiam da existência de uma irmã mais nova na vida de Fluttershy, ela não contou para ninguém por timidez e preferiu guardar isto para si mesma, suas próprias amigas descobriram após um bom tempo e ficaram surpresas pela aparição repentina de um pequeno pônei na casa da Flutter. A relação de vocês duas e basicamente de uma mãe e uma filha, sua irmã mais velha lhe ajudando em todas as atividades escolares, lhe apresentando um novo animal de estimação para ensinar sobre cuidados ao próximo, contando histórias de bebê e cantarolando músicas de ninar.

Rainbow Dash 🌈

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Rainbow Dash e a irmã radical que vai lhe ensinar esportes desde muito nova, não costuma ser muito responsável mas seu amor fraternal e grande, ela só não vai admitir isto para você por vergonha. Então ela vai te carregar em seu dorso e voar pelo céu o mais rápido que puder para impressiona-la e faze-la se divertir em sua presença, Rainbow também vai fazer arco-íris pelas nuvens para que s/n possa observar com grandes olhos chocados. Rainbow fez questão de segurar sua irmã mais nova e se exibir para os outros pôneis de suas capacidades radicais para alguém tão pequenino(a). Algumas brigas podem surgir aqui e ali com frequência por discordâncias ou opiniões diferentes sobre algo, mas no final as coisas se resolvem de maneira madura.

Apple Jack 🍎

Pense nesta relação como a relação de Apple Jack e Apple bloom. Agora que Apple Jack tem duas irmãs mais novas terá mais trabalho a fazer, coisas amigáveis acontecem como competições simples, brincadeiras juntas na lama, pegando maçãs das árvores com a ajuda de sua irmã mais velha lhe segurando para o alto e pegadinhas com membros da família. Apple está te defendendo de tudo e qualquer coisa, seu instinto de sinceridade não lhe permite mentir sua preocupação contigo, então ela vai dizer o porquê esta lhe protegendo seja qual for o motivo, ela pode pensar que para a sua idade e apenas frágil e pode se machucar com qualquer coisa, então se precisar de qualquer ajuda de alguém competente e forte chame Apple!

Rarity 🌟

Rarity e o tipo de irmã mais velha que gosta de te mimar a todo custo, costura roupas bonitas para você, compra comidas gostosas de seu gosto, faz maquiagem e noites de hidratação para pele, novelas bobas cliches todas as noites para a aproximação de vocês duas, diferentes penteados para o cabelo de cada uma, relaxamento da tarde bebendo uma bebida gelada em um dia quente enquanto fofocam sobre algumas coisas de seus dias. Quando Rarity esta fora para aventuras com suas amigas uma babá substitui seu lugar por tempo temporário. Sua irmã mais velha nunca a deixaria jogada para trás, ela esta lhe supervisionando de longe ou perguntando a babá se esta tudo sobre controle. Sua magia lhe permite animar s/n fazendo objetos voarem ou pegando coisas necessárias sem precisar andar até especifico local.

[minnielvrr]

Prettiest Flower

Lee: Changbin Lers: Hyunjin, Felix Word Count: 1k

A/N: Sorry if this is crap, I wrote this purely to blow off some stress😭😖 *NOT PROOFREAD*

“Hyung you’ve gotten SO strong now,” Felix gushed, massaging Binnie’s thick arms. It was becoming a habit for the younger now, a natural part of his daily routine. “Jinnie, doesn’t hyung look gorgeous?” He turned to the artist who was lounging on the opposite bed.

“Hyung always looks beautiful…” Hyunjin agreed, a lazy smirk appearing on his plush lips, making Binnie blush shyly under their attention.

“But Lix, do you know when our dear dwaekki looks best?”

Hyunjin was now standing in front of the two. He suddenly reached out a hand and clawed at Bin’s tummy. “Yahaha! Nohoho, nohot thihihis.” The cute dwaekki flinched back, his tummy too sensitive to handle the sudden tickling.

“Oh you are so right Jinnie!” Cue another pair of hands joining in at his sides making Changbin squeal, melting back onto the mattress in a puddle of bubbly, musical giggles.

“Hyungie, you’ll keep your hands here for us, right?” Hyunjin coaxed sweetly, moving Bin’s arms to lay over his head and the older blushed furiously. The two had gone from flirting to complimenting to tickling him in the snap of a finger and it was way too flustering.

He averted his eyes but still nodded, moving his hands to cover his face when the duo cooed at his cuteness. Binnie’s heart raced in his chest when they made themselves comfortable on either side of him.

“You're like a flower hyung,” Felix remarked, staring at him. “Hm how so?”

“You practically bloom when you get a compliment and it's the cutest thing ever.“ “Nohoho Ihihi doHOhon’t!!” Binnie howled, flailing around when hands made their way to the sides of his chest and clawed at the sensitive skin. His hands almost snapped back down at that, only barely managing to tangle them in his hair. He wanted to do as Hyunjin had asked him.

“Are you lying to us now hyungie?” Felix fake cried. “Fine then, I guess we’ll just have to prove it to him, right Lix?” Felix smiled wide at that, nodding happily as he scattered pokes all over Binnie’s torso, scribbling at random spots that had the rapper jolting with a little squeak each time.

“Gosh, you're so ticklish hyung!” Lix exclaimed, curiously digging into Binnie’s waist, finding that the lower he went, the louder Binnie’s giggles got. Smirking to himself, he did just that, moving his hands to squeeze at his hips.

“NO! Nohohoho Fehehelihix, Felix please plehease, anywhehehere but thehere!!” But the chick had his mind set on the spot. Binnie’s feet skidded on the mattress as his whole body lurched to the side. The ticklish rapper’s hands that he had so obediently kept up until now, whipped down to protect himself as the two evil kids tickled him to pieces.

He just could never handle upper rib tickles, let alone that combined with hip tickles. They were too damn ticklish. But Hyunjin and Felix kept up their attack, following Binnie wherever he went, relentless in their pursuit.

“Awww, you're so ticklish here. I found a good spot, didn't I?” “Yehehes! Yehes ahahahahah…” Changbin nodded his head fervently, rosy cheeks and a wide smile adorning his face.

Felix giggled at the sight, grabbing onto the older’s waist, throwing his tank top up and blowing a loud raspberry right in the center of Binnie’s tummy. “Nononohohoho Yohohohongbok-ahahahahaha. Please! Nohohot that, not thaHAHAAHAAHA-”

His body arched up, only to come crashing down when Lix blew another raspberry, this time over his belly button as the chick’s fingers started kneading at his sides. The two laughed along with him, his cackles sounding so joyful as the cute dwaekki laughed and laughed and laughed.

“STAHAHAP, IHIHIT TIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHAHAHAHAHACH!” He shrieked out, hands pushing lightly at Lixie’s head and Jinnie’s hands to no avail. “Admit you’re the prettiest flower Binnie hyung. Maybe we’ll consider sparing you.” Hyunjin taunted, moving his hands up to Bin’s armpits to give him some chance at coherence.

“Buhut Ihihihim NOHOT!” That earned him rougher tickles from the two fairies, who were determined to makes sure Binnie knew how adorable he was. Jinnie’s hands went back to his upper ribs and drilled in. Lixie followed, slipping his pinky in Bin’s navel and wiggling around while he pressed his lips to the poor lee’s waist and nibbled. Changbin screamed. The sudden intensity made his made him feel like he was going crazy.

“There’s only one way to stop this hyungie~~ You know what you need to do.” The rapper shook his head wildly, hysterical cackles seemed to be the only sound the dwaekki could make as he twisted around, trying to roll away unsuccessfully.

Finally, mustering up every bit of willpower he had, he gave in. “FAHAHAINE! OHOHOKAHAY IHIM THE PREHEHETTIEST FLOWER! NOW STOHOP PLEASE!!” His breathless plea was accepted.

Felix gently cleaned Binnie’s pink tummy, while Hyunjin carded a hand through the rapper’s hair, brushing away the disheveled mess that it had become. Binnie was heaving, little gasps and giggles still flowing from his lips like music.

Once he’s caught his breath, he sneakily exchanged smirks with Felix and the two pounced on an unsuspecting Hyunjin. The artist squealed when he was wrestled onto the bed, shaking his head nervously, giggles already free flowing from smiling lips.

"You didn't think there wouldn't be any consequences did you? You're next Lix." Binnie added when the chick smiled smugly at the ferret.

He was quickly reduced to cackles, pleading and thrashing as hands roamed all over his torso, tickling his back, sides, ribs and underarms. As soon as they were done with the ferret, Lix got the same treatment, his loud screechy laughter bringing a concerned Chan running.

The trio cuddled all day like that, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other.

[hearted-anon]

Hello, I know you had like a lot of lee!changbin fics but I think you could create like a lee!Minho and ler!bangchan. Maybe Lee know could get a lee mood that progressively gets worse. And then goes to chan and like acts bratty to get like a punishment. I don't know honestly. I've never written so idk how hard it is. Good luck.

Here kitty kitty~

Words: 2k Note: AHH my first inbox! Sorry this took so long.. and lee know always looks so done with Chan.. cuties T/w: Use of tools, restraints, begging Lee: know Ler: Channie

Lee Know absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of butterflies swarming his tummy, the way he would stamp his feet and giggle like a female high-schooler in those retro movies when he watched clips of him being tickled, seeing his bright smile that he was always quick to hide, he hated it.

And to say he absolutely despised lee moods were an understatement.

It started off as a weird tingling feeling on his body, not enough to hinder his performance but enough to make itself known. Then it progressively made its way basically everywhere, including his soul. It was tearing him apart, mentally and physically, jumping at every small touch his members would give, and scowling right after before storming off.

Worried the members tried their very best to reach out to no avail, only earning very harsh words that spewed from the bunny's mouth, telling them that it wasn't their business. It wasn't, but concerned frowns were all over their faces as Lee Know grew more secluded and solemn, as if he had made a cat den in his room at that point.

He scoured through the internet in his best attempts to find what kept him so flustered and so up at night, tired of ignoring his members as he didn't want to be so open about this weird new experience, and his eyes finally landed on exactly what he wanted. His heart dropped and his eyes widened, refreshing the page over and over again to clear his doubts as the words stared right back at him.

A lee mood..? Wanting to be tickled? That was ridiculous!

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on his door, making him groan to his absolute dismay. Flinging open the door in his frustration, he was met with none other than Chan, who wore concern as if it was his clothing around him, a bag of something in his hands. He looked him up and done as if a judge, before letting the leader inside with no questions asked. The kangaroo gave a small but warm smile, melting the bunny's interior in less than a second.

"What's wrong? You've been quite moody recently..." The older started off hesitantly, waddling towards the dancer to cuddle him when he noticed that Minho curled towards himself in bed with a very obvious pout. The younger let out a shriek of surprise, only heightening his mood more as an more obvious flush than his pout made its way to his face.

When the bunny didn't respond, Chan only spiralled deeper into worry, searching his bag to pull out what looked like a cat toy. It had a feather attached at the end, making Minho wonder in confusion, and more of the other one where it made his mind turn to mush.

"I heard this is good for gentle therapy, or something, but please?" The oldest pleaded with what could be considered the cutest little puppy face Lee Know had ever seen, making him babble in protest before ultimately giving in, by that it meant lasting for ten seconds. He was too cute; and it was a terrifying weapon towards the members at times, most likely also not knowing what he was even talking about.

With consent finally in place, the younger shuddered when he felt the fluffy item run gently under his chin, making him bit his lip to hold down his giggles. He must've made quite the scene, as Chan soon enough let up when it barely hit the minute mark, staring at the dancer's cheeks in mischievousness that bloomed behind his worried expression.

"Lee Minho, does it perhaps...tickle to you?" Chan chuckled lowly, the Australian accent prominent through his soft laughter as his fingers that once wrapped the younger in a comforting embrace curled into his side, the other hand toying with the feather item right in front of his eyes. The oldest finally caught the gist of what was happening, and was going to finally lure the cat out of its den.

"S-Shut up, old man." Minho internally cursed himself for stammering, squeaking when he felt fingers press into his side. He curled himself into the leader, wanting to crawl back into his den after just gaining a sliver of hope dangled above him that his stupid mood would finally be solved. But when it was someone that teasing, someone who was going to do this to him? He would rather dig his own grave.

"Nah ah~ Not how you talk to your elders, and I think you need a little lesson, hm?" Chan tutted at the dancer's predicament, giggling along with him when he noticed the flustered smile plastered on his face when he brought the toy closer. Of course he never touched the dancer, he wanted him to beg, beg for his reward that wasn't going to come unfairly to him.

"That's why you're so old." The cat hissed, his scowl returning to hide the swarms of butterflies that made his tummy feel like he was going to ascend. The leader might've been his only hyung, but he was really going to risk it all before admitting that he wanted to be tickled silly. Unfortunately or fortunately, Chan took it as his last straw, pinning the bunny's wrists high above his head and tying it down with his belt, the leather surface against his wrists so it wouldn't hurt.

The cat, now forced to leave its shelter had his eyes widened, crumbling before Bangchan's eyes while his knees were turning to jelly. He tugged and pulled at the belt that restrained his arm, finally realising the consequences of his bratty behaviour. No matter to Chan, he was going to make him pay with laughter soon enough. The younger squealed again when the same cat toy made its comeback down his arms, curse himself for wearing a tank top today in courtesy of his mood.

He clamped down his lips hard enough to bleed, whimpering when the feather went a little bit too close to his armpit before trailing back up, shaking his head in the light, ticklish torture that he was forced to endure.

"Here kitty kitty~ Are you going to tell me what you want?" The older cooed sweetly, earning a not so very nice snap of insults through held back giggles from the dancer. The leader heaved a disappointed sigh, when would Minho realise that it wasn't wrong to feel this way? It'll be fine, he'll ensure that that's the only thing he'll remember by the end of this.

"ARGH! Hyuhuhung stop it!" Minho shrieked when his other arm was tortured with Chan's nails, manicured to perfection that trailed down his smooth skin slowly and delicately, making it tickle much more than it should've. Out came no response, only the soft trailing of the feather and his nails that always went to dip near his armpits just to leave. Eventually the older got bored, although the younger was practically writhing in agony of anticipation, he wanted more.

Lifting up the dancer's shirt, the trailed the toy around his belly button, his nails now drawing tiny hearts around the area with a knowing smirk on his face, awaiting the crack he was wanting the dancer to finally have.

"NO! P-Plehehease not this!" Minho begs, just wanting the stupid toy to finally dip into his navel, but nothing happened, and neither did Chan say anything. He just continued lazily tracing around his navel, leaving Lee Know to suffer in the anticipation that he brought upon himself.

"Fine! I'll beheheg! T...Tickle mehehe!" He finally caves, unable to take the gentle tracing anymore when they neared too close to his ribs, then down to his hips, then around his sides, but all of it was futile when his hands refused to move anywhere near the certain area, only focusing back onto his stomach eventually.

"The cat finally comes out of its den, how cute~" Chan taunts relentlessly, before putting the cat toy aside to rummage through his bag again. He came out with what looked like a hair brush, with the softest bristles ever. Minho gulped, he was so dead, he hoped his members had prepared his coffin in advance as the brush hovered over his tummy.

"I was going to brush your hair with this, but maybe I could give that stomach a cute little hairdo!" Obviously he was joking, it'd be another world if his tummy could grow hair. Lee Know shook his head, stamping his feet onto the bed as if it would save him from the leader's fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing in advance for the brush to finally torture his waist.

However, he was met with his throat tearing out a squeal when he felt lips attach to his stomach, blowing a long and loud raspberry onto it. There was no sign of the brush, only those torturous nails scribbling gently all over his bare armpits that drove him up the wall. How dare Chan trick the cat? What a bad person Minho thought, well through his cackles.

"GAHAHAH! NOHOHO!" He squealed out, pulling at his arms that didn't want to come down with the belt holding them up, his face starting to heat up if it wasn't red enough already. Again, silence, but only because the leader was busy with giving all the raspberries to that tummy, his hands switching to kneading right into the middle of his armpits, making Minho shriek and cackle with laughter that bounced off the walls.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCY!" He pleads to no avail, only earning a low giggle that vibrated against his stomach, only tickling him more. He babbles for mercy when everything suddenly stops, only for the older to pull down his pants slightly to reveal his v-line that was staring back at Chan hungrily. Well maybe that brush wasn't going to be used, but he was dead.

"Minho, I'm hungry, would you care to make me food?" Chan asks mischievously, giving a chance for the younger to breathe, which he was grateful for as he sucked in as much air as he could.

"Y-Yes! Anything you want, just pleAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The moment the bunny nodded, thinking he would be finally let off the hook Chan went right for the exposed sliver of skin, nibbling and giving raspberries as rough as he could, his fingers kneading and vibrating into his inner thighs.

He was sent into another bout of loud hysterics, he felt so content, so overwhelmed but happy with the electrifying sensations that coursed through his body, digging his heels into the bed from the intense torture as he thrashed around in his grip. Arching his back, he couldn't do anything but that, crashing back into the bed soon after.

"Nah ah ah~ You wanted this, where do you think you're going?" The leader smiles innocently, as if he's not tearing the cat into pieces in this very moment. Silent laughter made his way down the dancer's cheeks, shaking his head as he felt like he was going to ascend, trying to close his legs shut together to no avail when the fingers didn't let up.

Tears soaked the pillow case, he had no idea how long it had been succumbing to the torture before he was let up, trembling in exhaustion and totally not with a side of happiness. His arms were released, but it felt like he was paralysed, every muscle in his body was not cooperating with him right now. He couldn't feel his legs, nor his arms, just take his whole body as a living lump that he couldn't feel anything anymore. What he could feel was a certain pair of arms embracing him though, pulling him in for a real cuddle this time.

"You're so....bahahad." Minho grumbled, pouting when the giggles wouldn't stop getting the best of him. Chan simply smiled, melting the dancer's heart when those eyes crinkled and his dimple showed through, making him forgive the leader in an instant. He felt his eyes droop when the brush that never got its chance to shine went through his hair, feeling his heart finally lift from its chains of being embarrassed.

Maybe next time he wouldn't be so embarrassed, as Chan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.