#lee!reader self-insert

[ticklishfizzy]

Could you possibly do Lee!Reader and Ler!Ford from gravity falls?? Take your time!! And it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!

��.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my lovely anon! I'm not the best at doing reader fics BUT I can do a self-insert tease, I like doing those! Thank you for the request! ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing ◦•●◉✿ Pairings: Lee!Reader & Ler!Ford ◦•●◉✿ Notes: All sfw, please don't give me NSFW comments on any of my stuff. Thank you, and be safe! ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ "Hm? Oh, hello, Y/N. What brings you to my lab?" "You want something? What could that be?" "Go on, spit it out. I don't have all day, I can't just sit here listening to you stuttering-" "Tickles? Awe- That's adorable, kiddo, come over here." "Yes, come over here. I'm too old to chase you." "There we go. All comfy on my lap, yeah? Good." "Now, let's start with my nails just barely scratching against your tummy- Giggling already? I've barely started, sweetheart." "It tickles? Well that's the point, love." "What if I go up to pay some attention to these ribs, huh? Do you have all of them? Yes? Are you sure? Maybe we should check." "Here's one... Two... Sweetheart, I can't count your ribs if you keep moving, now I have to start all over." "I was on two? I don't think so. One... Two... Three... Four..." "Kid, if you keep squirming I'll have to start over." "It tickles? I would've never noticed, that's a good observation." "Fine, fine, I'll move on. How about these hips here, hm? What if I just dig my thumbs into the little dips-" "Oh, wow! You're really ticklish there, aren't you? You'll hurt your lungs at this rate." "I'm being mean? Oh, sweetheart, you haven't seen mean yet. No, mean would be if I dug all 6 fingers into this hip right here, then the other can go alllllll the way up here and just play your little ribs like a piano on this side~" "You don't know where to squirm, do you? How cute, I could do this all day~" "You know, sweetheart, I haven't heard you say stop yet. Maybe you don't want me to stop?" "Lovely." ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Little on the shorter side but I hope you enjoyed regardless! •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

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[tls12lessthan3]

hc that at least half of kimcom caved during kim dokjas many long absences and started reading demon king of salvation self insert fanfiction

[eldrichpear]

Big brother lee know: realizing you're drifting apart

It's been a while since you saw your brother. He came home yesterday and after a day spent with your parents the two of you now sit on the couch in the living room making small talk.

"How's ballet?" Minho asked without much thought.

"I stopped doing ballet." You answer casually.

"What? Since when? You love ballet." The question's accompanied with a confused look.

"Oh, since the pandemic. I didn't enjoy it anymore, haven't for a while and so when all of that happened I took it as a sign to finally quit."

Silence lingered between the two siblings. You didn't think too much about it but as for Minho, he felt like he was out of breath.

He doesn't remember a time when you didn't do the activity, you just always did. It's what kept you close, both of you supporting eachother in your respective choices of dance and always being there for big achievements.

And now that's gone, it's been gone for 4 years and Minho didn't know. This scared him, what else did he miss?

He still viewed you as his baby sibling. The one afraid of the dark, the one tugging at his shirt with a grubby hand and snotty face asking to help push them on the swing.

It's as if Minho blinked and now before him was a whole grown person. Completely different from the one cheering him on during school talent shows, looking at the elder boy with hidden admiration that due to the pact of siblinghood you couldn't let out freely.

A sudden weight on his shoulder snaps him out of the sad thoughts swirling in his head. Looking down he is met with the sight of his sibling drooling onto the expensive sweater he's wearing.

And suddenly none of those worries matter anymore. You're still his sibling, one that was born into this world to be bothered by their brother untill his dying breath. Now with a content look on his face Minho chooses the following movements wisely.

"Eww! You're slobbering all over me like a dog! Get off!" The caring brother yelps out while pushing his victims face away from his own.

It will all be fine, you'll just keep growing together like you always have been.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡bodies 🪞

you've ordered: a slice of coconut cream pie! enjoy!

"if we're talkin' body, you got a perfect one~"

lee x eater! reader | word count: 965 words

summary: lee comforts you about your insecurity 🪞

warnings: complaints about body image/ weight, reader has low self esteem, themes of body insecurity, themes of cannibalism (like 2 sentences), some cursing/ strong language (1 or 2 words). (not a warning, but maren shows up towards the end <3)

note: you are beautiful just the way you are! you are enough! you are loved and appreciated! 💗💕

you stood in front of the full length mirror in the motel room the three of you had checked into. you were waiting for your turn in the shower, maren currently occupying the bathroom. lee had gone to get some water and snacks from a gas station nearby.

you wore nothing but your undergarments, your face twisted into a look of disgust and self pity. you hated the way your body looked. you hated that you didn't look like others, with their perfect bodies that they were happy with. you poked and prodded at your stomach, practically gagging at the sight. 'maybe i shouldn't feed for a while...' you thought to yourself. 'or maybe i don't feed enough...'

tears stared to form in your eyes as you heard the room's door open up.

"alright, i got some sodas too, cuz i'm feeling something fizzy. they didn't have those chips maren wanted, so i just took-" lee stopped in his tracks as he saw you crying, the two of you making eye contact as you tried to hide your face behind your hands.

"y/n, love, what's wrong?" he asked, dropping the bags he held and rushing over to you.

"nothing, d-don't worry about it..." you sniffled, taking a shaky breath. lee placed his hand on your cheek and shook his head.

"no, i'm gonna worry about it. why are you crying?" when he asked that, the waterworks started again.

"i'm ugly, lee. my body, it's...it's ugly" you murmured through tears. lee felt his heart shatter to pieces as he heard you say that.

"y/n, why would you say that? you're the prettiest person i know," he said, getting cut off as you shook your head.

"you're just saying that! it's pretty much your job to say that as my boyfriend," lee stayed silent, still looking into your eyes as you looked away.

"everytime you have to see me like this, i feel like covering up as fast as possible. you're probably embarrassed to be dating someone with a-"

"don't finish that sentence." lee snapped, his tone low and sharp. he let out a sigh, his own eyes looking a little watery.

"i hate hearing you talk about yourself like that...do you really think i'm with you just for your body?" you stayed silent, feeling rather stupid now.

"y/n, as long as you're healthy and not sick or on the brink of hospitalization, who the fuck cares what your body looks like, huh? if someone does care, then screw them, because i obviously don't!" he said, cupping your face in his hands.

"do you know why i love you so damn much?" he whispered as you shook your head in response.

"because you're you. you don't have to look like everyone else. why? because you're you...you're y/n, the beautiful eater i fell in love with." he said, punctuating his words with a soft peck on your lips.

when you didn't say anything back, lee had an idea. he got on his knees in front of you, gently holding your hips. your cheeks flushed as you saw the position he was in, your eyes widening a bit.

"what are you doing?" you muttered, lee grinning up at you.

"relax. trust me, you're gonna love this~" you sighed and gave him a little nod, giving him the go ahead.

lee slowly leaned over and started to press soft and warm kisses over the skin of your stomach. he made sure to take his time, putting all of his love into each kiss. you gasped, shivering at the feeling. but your heart felt warm, as well as your cheeks, goosebumps forming on your skin. as he kept going, he'd whisper little praises to you between kisses, like that he loved your cooking, that you were the funniest person he knew, that you had the prettiest body he'd ever seen.

"your music taste is impeccable," kiss.

"you're really cute when you get all angry with me and scrunch your face," kiss.

"you look so damn hot covered in blood after a feeding session," kiss.

"and you're the love of my life and i can't live without you~" with that, lee pressed one last kiss to your abdomen, letting his lips linger for a while. you let out a surprised yell as you felt lee's tongue flick out to tease you.

he laughed a little as you looked down to scold him, gently running your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek.

"you're the best" you whispered, breathing softly as you smiled down at your boyfriend. lee smiled back up at you, pressing his cheek to your stomach as he hugged your waist.

"i love you so damn much, y/n. all of you, every single inch of you...bones and all~"

lee finally stood up, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. you couldn't ask for a better partner. when he pulled away, he hugged you tight, but not enough to hurt you. you melted into his arms, letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment.

the sound of the bathroom door opening pulled you two out of your little moment. maren was already making her way back into the bathroom, realizing she'd interrupted you two.

"maren, it's alright. you can come out now." lee called after her, watching as she stepped out.

you glanced over at her and gently beckoned her over, wrapping your arms around her and lee as you initiated a group hug. it lasted for a few moments, your body and heart warm from their closeness.

you'd never realized just how loved you were. but tonight, you did...and you'd never forget it.🪞

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[weegee-simp69]

My friend drew this for me and oh my goodness 🥹🥹 I love this so much I’m gonna put it in my mouth and shake it like a rag doll EHEHEHE💕💕💕tysm @opal16trash🥺🥺🥺

[gaybananabread]

Hiii!!! Would you mind writing a fic with lee reader and ler todoroki? Probably the reader is best friend with uraraka and midoriya. Since uraraka knows that the reader have a crush on todoroki, and midoriya know that the reader is super tickles. Both of them decided to create a situation where todoroki tickles the reader lol And the reader was like "ofc this is uraraka's and midoriya's doing!", and both of the reader bestie were just laughing from behind seeing the reader got wrecked by his biggest crush P.S. the reader can be male/gender neutral (up to you), and please no foot/palm tickles, thank you so much!!

This is my first time writing a reader insertttt I hope this doesn't suck. This is waaay later than i wanted to get this out (T~T). Sorry for the delay, Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Ler: Todoroki

Summary: You have a massive crush on Todoroki. Your friends Midoriya and Uraraka have the perfect idea for you two to bond. Unbeknownst to you, it's a little sillier than you ever could have imagined.

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

To say you liked Todoroki is an understatement. You were crazy for the guy. His stoic attitude, his gentle smiles, his soft laugh. Every interaction sent a flurry of butterflies loose in your belly. Your friends knew this well.

Midoriya and Uraraka were your closest friends. Every time you would sneakily glance at Todoroki, or volunteer to spar with him, they would gossip to eachother like grade schoolers. They knew one thing: they had to set you two up. And they had the perfect idea.

Thanks to a random dorm argument, Midoriya and Iida found out you were ticklish. A few pokes to the side during their bickering had led to a tickle fight, in which you lost. Badly.

As for Uraraka, she had been taking note of both Todoroki's and your favorite things. Like movies, drinks, foods, anything she could compare. Turns out you guys had decently similar tastes.

With this knowledge, they got together and finished planning the lovely interaction, with a twist. One that was sure to get you two together.

Over the next week, Midoriya subtly dropped hints about your ticklishness to Todoroki. He mentioned the tickle fight during a hang out, in which you had badly lost. The bi-quirked teen seemed mildly interested, storing the information for later. The broccoli boy also made sure to poke your sides a few times around Todoroki, making you yelp and huff each time.

Uraraka mentioned some of your similarities to Todoroki when she got the chance, a food or movie you both enjoyed. She then would hint that you've been a bit down lately, which wasn't entirely untrue. You had been moping about being single lately. She just played it up.

They kept you in the dark about it all, not wanting to scare you off of the idea before it was ready. You had your suspicions, but not enough to actually look into it.

Finally, the time came. They had told everyone to stay out of the main dorm area for a few hours, promising ice cream in return. It was a bit expensive, but worth it for you two.

Uraraka had you seated on one of the couches, staring off into space. Midoriya had told Todoroki to check on you, maybe cheer you up in the process. With the two of you in a room, alone, everything was coming together. They were watching from the sidelines, of course. They wouldn't miss this for the world.

Todoroki came up to you, trying his best to be subtle. "Hey (y/n), how are you?"

You snap your head up, hearing him speak. Your voice is a bit shaky from surprise. You hadn't expected him. "Oh, um, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

He takes your surprise for uneasiness, sitting down beside you. He smiles softly, trying to seem open. "Just checking in. You've been a bit down lately."

His smile sends a small swarm of butterflies fluttering in your chest. Your eyes widen as he sits by you, the closeness a bit shocking. He normally kept his distance. "I-I mean, I guess I have been. It's nothing to worry about though."

Tapping his fingers, Todo tried to think of something to say. He wasn't the best with emotions, and he could tell you were hiding something. He cares about you, he just doesn't show it. "That's good to hear. Just, uh, talk to me if you need anything."

He smiled and poked your side, trying to be friendly. He was a bit surprised at the noise he got in return. An idea formed in his head, inspired by Midoriya's actions over the past few days.

Leaning a bit closer, Todoroki slowly inches a hand towards your side. "You know (y/n), laughter can sometimes be the best medicine. It can help cheer you up."

You catch onto his plan just a moment too late. "Todoroki, wa-AGH!"

Todoroki squeezes at your side, a small and mischievous smile on his face. To your dismay, your cheeks quickly redden, turning a lovely cherry red. Butterflies explode in your stomach, coupled by the tingling feeling of the tickling.

He sees all of this, a small chuckle escaping him. You look kind of cute like this. He brings his other hand to your stomach, scribbling across the sensitive skin. Nearby, two teens high-five while snickering.

Your giggling gives way to laughter as he scribbles, pokes and squeezes your sensitive midsection. You slowly connect the dots, Midoriya's poking, Uraraka's misplaced concern. They are so dead when this is over...

He doesn't know how to feel when you start to laugh. A million thoughts race through his head, his heart a melting-pot of emotions. All he knew what that he loved your laugh, and never wanted it to stop. A very small, light pink tint comes to his cheeks as he gets closer, trying and succeeding to box you in on the couch. You're trapped.

His hand starts to explore your torso, poking and pinching every ticklish inch of it. His smile widens at every surprised squeak and snort, his blush deepening just a smidge. He couldn't explain it. Seeing you smile and laugh just made him happy.

You see his reaction and your stomach explodes in butterflies, your heart rate doubling. It would be cute if he wasn't busy killing you.

He uses one hand to gather yours, pinning your arms over your head. It was a bit more forward than he was used to, but he did it with a small smile. You could swear that your heart was about to explode.

A smirk forms on his lips, happy and smug. Todoroki's confidence with you is growing, his playful side finally coming out. He slowly walks one hand up to your armpit, making sure to tease the skin along the way with a small scribble or scratch.

When he does reach the sensitive spot, he chuckles before digging in, making sure to be fast and rough. His timidness from the beginning of the interaction is long gone, leaving only giddy smiles and forward actions.

You, on the other hand, were about ready to lose your shit. The intense buzzing in your armpit trickles down to your ribs, your entire left side practically on fire (hehe) with the feeling. The hand still poking and prodding at your stomach was just adding insult to injury.

"You have a cute laugh. You should let me hear it more often." Todoroki's voice is surprisingly teasing, a hint of flirtiness edging in. He's having fun.

The firey blush on your face seems down to your neck, the butterflies attacking your stomach. This man... you don't know if you'll survive this interaction. How are you ever gonna be around him again without thinking of this?

This continued for a few minutes, you laughing your heart out while Todoroki turns your brain to mush. Your laughter has a bit of a raspy edge to it, and Todo knows it's time to stop. He slows his hands down, slowly ceasing the tickling. Releasing your arms, he sits back and looks you over.

You're still giggling like a dork, trying to regain both your breath and composure. Your face is bright red, tears of mirth shining in the corners of your eyes. He would be a liar if he said you didn't look adorable. He does worry when you don't say anything, thinking he crossed a line.

"Are you alright (y/n)? I didn't mean to overdo it, did I go too far?" He sounds guilty and apologetic. This was some of the most emotion you've ever heard him express.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. You comfort him before the bubbly feeling in your chest chokes you up. "Hey, you're fine. That was just... intense, is all."

He softly smiles as you reassure him, loving the blush on your cheeks and the happy smile that you're trying to hide. A familiar feeling settles in his chest, but he finally puts a name to it. He had known you felt different to him, but only then did he realize why. He... likes you. A lot.

Biting his lip, he leans in closer to you. Before you have the chance to stutter and get flustered, he presses his lips against yours. Your eyes go wide before relaxing, closing as you smile into the kiss. It's soft and sweet, telling you everything he was thinking.

He pulls away after a second, way too early in your eyes, an apology already forming on his lips. You don't let him say a word, crashing your lips into his. This time, the kiss is excited and passionate, conveying that you had felt this way for a long while. He returns it, cupping the back of your head. The two of you wouldn't be leaving that couch for a while.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Midoriya are giggling like schoolgirls, high-fiving as they watch their plan finally come together.

Needless to say, Todoroki and you get together. Your best friends obviously take all their deserved credit for hooking you two up, never letting you live down how it happened. It's worth it, however, to be with him. It always will be.

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 2: Claws

DAY 2: Claws

((An old favorite from my Creepypasta days 😅 don’t judge me look awayyy))

[felixsmeshglove]

lee felix is the absolute best at giving comfort, i think anyone can agree.

as you’re trying to explain that you’re fine, to not worry he’s shushing you as he delicately tugs you down into his lap. no matter how much you protest, he won’t stop until your bum meets his lap and he has you snugly cradled against his chest.

“shh.. shh.. it’s okay.. you don’t need to think..” felix would say softly as he runs careful and meticulous hands through your scalp.

only after he’s sat with you for a solid ten minutes will be finally ask you to slowly tell him what’s wrong.

felix just wants his baby to be okay. he cares so much, he could cry.

shit.. he’d never admit it, but sometimes he does.

[butterysalt]

ORV self insert community are u there cause I finally started reading and…….. 🧍‍♂️

[sneakyfordethklok]

more under cut

Hi yes so please ask no questions about why I wrote this

Chapter 1 out now!! Whooooo!! I'll be posting chapter 2 prolly later this week?

I wanted to make some good fics for slashers that don't get a lot of love (basically anyone that's not Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, or Leatherface) (even tho Leatherface doesn't get enough love either..)

So because of that, I decided to start with the most drastic one first naturally: Charles Lee Ray. Chucky. You know who this is, the fucking doll. And no it's not about the doll, spoiler he's gonna be human again by the end of this fic.

Idk how many chapters I'm planning on tbh?

Anyway give me slasher suggestions in my ask box if you want a fic about an underrated slasher, kisses 💋💋 xoxo

PS: every chapter and the title of the fic are named after Deftones, Pixies, or Radiohead songs

[crescenthistory]

Request: please a.5 w/ lee, halloween au?

Prompt: A.5 "How delightful"

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: not proofread, gn!reader (apart from one use of princess), established relationship, bones & all typical content (homelessness, financial instability, cannibalism, etc.), banter, tickling, super fluff, just silly really

Note: received this request ages ago, but it's still october so i don't count it as too late lmao. just a silly little drabble with reader and lee being menaces at a haunted house:)

When you left home, never to return, you had quite a few expectations of what life would have in store for you, none of them good.

Yet somehow, a few years later, you found yourself crammed into a beaten blue pick-up truck, the third car you have kindly borrowed so far this year, with your faded-pink haired boyfriend in the passenger seat with his converse dirtying the dashboard – and you had to admit life was not all that bad.

“No fucking way!” Lee exclaimed as he looked through the newspaper he had snagged at the last gas station you stopped at.

You made a sound as if to ask what is it, keeping your eyes on the road. Already, though, Lee’s full-body reaction to whatever he read tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Babe, check this out.” He turned the newspaper to you and you spared a brief glance, just enough to catch the bolded headline in the bottom right corner.

Haunted House – Scare Actors Needed

No way, indeed.

“How delightful,” you said in a teasing tone. “What do you want us to do about that?”

“What do I want to do about that?” Lee repeated your question back to you incredulously. “What do I not want to do about that – this is exactly the kind of gig for us!”

Though neither of you shied away from thieving, both from warm and cold bodies, you had been attempting to pick up on odd jobs here and there. For the thrill of it you would joke to Lee, and despite his eyerolls at your antics, you both knew it did you good to get in some regular labour. Feel human. Anything from dogsitting to festival workers was underneath your belt buckles by now, and you kept going for weirder and weirder things the further into the US you drove.

This had to be the weirdest though. Not to mention, ironic.

“Are you in a spooky mood, Lee?” You didn’t look at him, but could feel his lovesick gaze on you as his body was – dangerously, as per usual – angled fully towards you in his seat.

“Oh, you know I am.” He laughed that too-pitchy silly laughter of his that always brought a smile to your lips. “Imagine it, you and I, two young cannibals, all dressed up as ghosts and scaring the living daylights out of a bunch of snotty kids.”

“I’m imagining it,” you laughed. “Where is it?”

He tells you, pointing it out on the map you always had between you. It was close and lined up perfectly with the general direction you two were going in at the moment – not that you were incredibly picky about that these days.

“That honestly would work out well,” you say, with a you win tone, even though you were never really opposed to it anyway. “So if you want–”

“Fuck yes,” Lee mutters to himself before giving a small cheer. “We are so going to make some shithead piss himself, I’m telling you right now.”

“We don’t even have the job yet, Lee. Better yet, we haven’t even applied.”

“Oh, that’s not gonna be an issue,” he says matter-of-factly, before pulling up the newspaper to read from the notice. “They say please twice, very thrice and use a bunch of exclamation marks. It’s in this kind of intersection between a bunch of small towns. They’re practically desperate for someone like us.”

“Someone who has no other commitments or passions, you mean?” You tease, odd emotional twinge in your heart at how that sentiment is now something that frees you instead of shackles you. Something that makes you smile, makes you love.

“Precisely.” Lee’s grin is huge as you glance at him sideways. “So hit the gas pedal, princess, we’re going to the town of Halloween.”

By the time you arrive in the designated town, the sun is a fat, orange pumpkin hanging low in the sky. Like any worn down area not worth its money, you find ample places to park your truck for overnight stays. Technically you read about a motel just a few blocks over, but you had grown too comfortable sleeping in seats and pickup truck beds with Lee.

You feel Lee’s foot tapping on the dashboard as you pull up and shut the engine.

“I think they’re gonna love us, baby,” he says, and you almost think his excitement is a bit just because of how giddy he was. 

“I think we’re gonna make ‘em regret those exclamation marks.”

Lee laughs heartily at that, pulling you over the console between you and into his lap, now that you no longer have your driver responsibilities. He circles his arms around your waist and breathes you in sweetly, until his tune changes on a dime and he attacks your neck with kisses, pretending to bite you. You squirm in his arms as it tickles, fighting for your dignity by holding back the squeals that bubble in your throat.

“Lee! Quit practising your scare tactics on me!” you exclaim, trying to catch his lips with yours to disarm him.

“This scare you, pretty girl?” His words would almost be seductive, if it wasn’t for his chin digging into your shoulder.

You finally get a hand around his jaw, bringing his face up for a kiss. You kiss him much harder than necessary, just to make sure you’ve got him locked in a safe position. He just laughs against your lips.

“Rude,” you murmur against him, making him only laugh harder. “Don’t do this in front of the haunted house people.”

“No?” There is a teasing lift of his brow as he pulls away from you. “You don’t think that would secure us the position?”

“I don’t think even they are that desperate.”

The Haunted House itself was something straight out of a local horror legend. A crumbling, Gothic-inspired mansion with peeling paint and slanted walls. Creeping vines clung to the stone, as though even the plants themselves wanted to pull it back into the ground. You and Lee parked out front, taking in the scene with a kind of bemused wonder, both of you grinning at each other as if you had just found a buried treasure. The whole setup was covered in plastic cobwebs and had one too many cheap fog machines wheezing out mist in cloudy bursts.

“Welcome to the House of Horrors,” Lee read aloud from a bloody sign out front. “We’ve got the right place, at least.”

“Think so?”

Lee turned with a gleam in his eye to quip back at you when a man exited the building right before your eyes. He had a clip board in his hands, frazzled hair and looked like he wanted to be a thousand places at once.

Probably the right guy to ask for a job.

Before you could open your mouth to introduce yourselves, he caught eye of the two of you. He didn’t give you more than a one-second look over before asking, “Are you guys here for the scare actor positions?”

“That obvious, huh?” Lee snickered, drawing an embarrassed chuckle from the man, before extending his hand and introducing himself politely. 

You did the same and learned that this was Derek, an undergraduate student with a lot on his plate right now you guys who was currently also managing the haunted house during the season.

To no one’s surprise, it didn’t take long before he agreed to let you guys on the team and brought you inside.

“So Yusra will go over the program with you two, and then you’ll just try it out for the night, and if it’s a match you’re on board until the end of October, that good?” Derek spoke a mile a minute, but it was somehow easy for you to stay on. Lee would either say one word an hour or a thousand per second, so you had grown used to it.

You and Lee both nodded, letting him take you through the different systems quickly before showing you to a costume section, where he let you “go crazy” while he ran off to do other managing tasks, probably.

"How do you think we’ll look?" Lee asked, slipping on a particularly lopsided werewolf mask over his head. His voice is muffled, his eyes wide and hopeful through the eye holes.

"Like roadkill with a complex,” you answer sweetly, and he laughs, tossing the mask down and leaning over to smear a line of fake blood across your cheek.

“C’mon, keep up. You’re the one who wanted odd jobs.”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a pretty nice odd job for October.”

You hold up your hands as if in surrender, but then fake out by smearing a gob of goopy red – that you found sitting open and half-dried on a table – down his nose in revenge. He wrinkles it, but his eyes stay fixed on you with that glint of mischief.

"Think we should get in character?" you ask, as you walk away from him, further down from the costume section to the get-ready stations connected to it by a dimly lit hallway. 

"What do y'mean, I’ve been in character since we got here.” Lee waggles his fingers with a dramatic flair that has you stifling a snort.

Derek and Yusra gets you situated for the night, and you spend many beautifully horrific hours listening to high schoolers shriek. The two of you spend the first half of the night lurking and leaping out at the packs of screaming kids and too-cool teens that wander through. Lee's got his wild-eyed grin on – which alone is scary enough for most of the visitors, and it doesn’t take long before he’s practically out there taking bows after each jump-scare he nails.

You're breathless and happy when you finally go on break.

“If you don't calm down, people are going to think you’re an actual monster,” you say through a grin.

“People should be so lucky,” Lee drawls, leaning closer until his nose bumps against yours, eyes flickering as his voice drops to a whisper. "You think I’d make a good monster?"

"Oh, I don’t know,” you hum. "I think you’re a little soft for it.”

And before he can toss anything back at you, you grab the front of his shirt and give him a kiss, just a brush of your lips to his, like a secret held between the two of you. You feel his breath hitch before he melts into it, one hand resting on the small of your back as if to hold you steady in the dark.

He leans back, eyes glinting. “I might think so too.”

[hartbreak-motel]

So...ya girl made an OC/shameful self-insert. It's happening.

[onekeii]

Can you help me out?

Day 2: Trapped together in a snowstorm | "I thought you knew where you were going?!" Stray Kids: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem!Reader Warnings/Genre: friends to lovers, light angst, bad humour, smut, oral (m!receiving), uni au i guess? Summary: Minho's always there for you when you need a hand. Word Count: 2,628 AN: can’t believe i’ve never written lee know fanfic before lol. also i write in british english but i can’t stand the look of the word “mum” so that is intentionally american.

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“You want me to drive you four hours to your Mom’s house?” Minho groans, his voice muffled through the phone line. “Yep,” you say confidently. If you pretended nothing was wrong with the idea, maybe there wouldn’t be?

“In this weather?” He says. You force yourself to look up. Snow blanketed every available surface - the train station roof, the tops of cars, the bins. The pavement and road before you were clear but slick with muddy snow and grit salt. The cement absorbed each meagre snowflake that fell atop it. You shake a few from your eyelashes and hum, “Mhm.”

He can't mask his sigh, “On Christmas Eve?” 

“I was screwed over by the trains, how was I supposed to know they’d cancel them all just because of some snow? Minho, please! Can you help me out?” You were desperate now. You’d fall to your knees in front of him, in the snow, if he was there in person.

Shuffling around, keys jingling, the chk of a door handle, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Thank you so much!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It turned to steam and lifted itself into the air gracefully, more graceful than your little celebratory jig. Minho hangs up without a word, I should buy him some snacks, at least, you think.

As promised, Minho pulls into the train station within fifteen minutes and you hear the boot unlock with a click. He motions to the back of the car with a lazy hand, making no move to get out the car himself. You grumble to yourself as you dump your heavy suitcase in the back and slam the door a little harder than you should, but when you climb into the passenger seat and greet him, it's with your biggest, toothy smile.

You met him on your first day at university, and the two of you were inseparable ever since. Both of you took the same electives every year, rocked up to every party together, and hung out every day. You’ve called on his help more than you’d care to admit, sometimes just to feel his hand guide yours, or to watch his shirt ride up when he searches the top shelf for you. But he always came. This was your worst grievance by far, though.

“Coffee,” you announce, putting two cups into the holder. “Snacks,” you dangle the bag of crisps and cookies in front of his face before tossing it to the back seat. 

“Not only are you using me as your personal chauffeur, but you want to ruin my skin, too?” he tuts. 

“Just get to the motorway, I’ll guide you from there,” you pull out your phone and open Maps, but Minho has pulled out, the gritty roads adding a tasteful crunch to the low rumble of the car.

Hour one is spent fighting over the music, complaining about your teachers, and complaining even more about your classmates. Hour two, you feel, is socially acceptable for you to reach into the seat behind you and open up the snacks. “This dude texted me just this morning-” you're cut off by Minho.

“Your flatmate’s ex?” He asks. Far into the infinitely straight motorway, he holds the wheel with just one hand, slouched into his chair a little. He does everything so effortlessly, you can't help but linger on it for a minute. With his eyes fixed on the road, all Minho has to do to be fed is hold out his free hand. Last time you pressed a singular Dorito into it, this time it's a whole chocolate chip cookie. He frowns at your choice, but obliges himself anyway.

Nodding at his question, you leave your directions app to read the text verbatim, “He texted me, ‘I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I broke up with her because I like you more.’” You giggle to yourself as you read - you and your housemate enjoyed poking fun at him together this morning, but you look up to see Minho was not laughing at all. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles turning slightly white.

What’s wrong? You wanted to ask, but you just still your laughter and glance out the window. Something turned in your gut, maybe you knew why, but asking him so directly… that risked making it real. “Turn coming up,” Minho’s voice slashes through your thoughts, you scramble to change back to your app. 

Mobile Data is Turned Off Turn on mobile data or use Wi-Fi to access data.

No matter, “It’s the second lane,” you say, certain in your memory. I’ll get my signal back in a moment. 

Hour three: you had guessed two more turnings, but you recognised neither. Your hometown was, apparently, still a little further, so you were looking out for the town before it on the signs that flashed past, to no avail. Did you remember wrong earlier? You look down at your phone but, still, no signal. 

The car was silent from your conversation earlier, but if Minho was still brooding, you were too panicked to notice. Another sign wooshes past, this one informing you of a petrol station a few miles away.

“Can we stop there?” You point it out to Minho.

He nods, “You... you okay?”

Elbow leaning against the car window sill, head in your hands, you shake your head. It was no use lying to him. Only when the car rolled to a stop did you show your face to him. Your vision was blurred with tears that were yet to fall, but you could see him jolt back a little, as if the sight scared him.

“Why are you crying?” He undid his seatbelt and reached forward, using his thumb to wipe one eye clear. A tender move he only reserved for you in dire moments. You run your sleeve across the other eye and mumble, “I think you know why.”

Minho purses his lips together, searching your eyes for a clue, “I really don’t, to be honest.”

“It begins with an ‘L’?” The frustration was a knot in your stomach, balling up tighter and tighter. How was he not getting it? “Like the ‘L’ word?” A poor choice of words on your part, but you were out with it now.

“...Lesbians?” he sits up straight, his eyebrows knitted together. God, you thought, is he trying to be funny, or is he just clueless? 

“Lost. Minho,” you say with snark, your eyes turn away from him for a moment in disbelief, “We’re lost!”

Now he seemed to get it, “I thought you knew where you were going?!” his voice peaks. A little too loud. 

The tears are seeping into your eyes once more. You want to say something - an excuse, an apology - but nothing comes out your stupid mouth. Instead, you watch yourself open the car door, practically rolling out of your seat before throwing the door back against the car. Then you’re walking towards the little petrol shop lighting up the dark sky. Since when had the sun set? What time even was it? You dreaded the answer.

Minho catches up to you in an instant, planting himself in front of you. The light from behind illuminated the outline of him; he was glowing. Glowing, like an angel who came to save you. He always came to save you, and yet you never did him any favours. Avoiding his eyes, you take one step to the side and try to walk around him. He blocks you again, this time with a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you just slow down and talk to me for a second?” Minho asks. “You always storm off when you’re upset and do something stupid.”

“I’m trying to buy a map,” you spit.

He sighs, then he’s winding his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in. You stumble forward, head against his chest and dizzy from his cologne. It’s far from the first time the two of you have hugged; goodbye hugs and ‘friendly’ movie cuddles and hugs when you’re feeling down. But it was strange this time. Minho committed himself to driving four - no, eight - hours through snow for you, you had just extended that time by getting lost, and now he was the one comforting you. You finally wrap your arms around his back.

“Why’d you bother driving out for me?” You say into his shoulder.

“Because you asked.” He pulls away, one corner of his mouth was pulled upwards into a smile. Then he turns on his heel, “Go sit in the car, I’ll get the map.” 

Thanks to that conveniently placed station, and Minho’s suspiciously fast driving, you were waylaid for only an hour. He did slow down, eventually, when you were back on track, for the increased snow covering the windshield and sticking to the road started to scare you a little.

“I hope it clears before you have to drive home,” you chew at your lip, but the snow showed no sign of letting up. When he pulls into your Mom’s driveway, the sky was pitch black. You wouldn’t have noticed it was there save for the snowflakes that fell from it in torrents now. Minho was adamant not to leave his heated car, but you drag him through the front door anyway. “At least stay for a coffee,” you say.

“Goodness,” a familiar voice rings from the kitchen, and your mother soon totters over to the front door, “I was about to ring you my dear- Oh, who’s this?”

“Mom, Minho. Minho, my Mom,” you sputter, realising how woefully unprepared you were for this interaction.

“Hi, Miss,” Minho says awkwardly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“You didn’t mention a boyfriend to me, dear, or did it slip my mind?” she pauses, “No, I would surely remember such a thing-”

Both of you cut her off in unison, “Oh, he’s not-” “Uh, I’m not-” You glare at him and he shrinks back into himself. “My train got cancelled so he drove me here,” you explain, “he was about to leave.”

“If he drove you all this way, then he must stay!” your mother beckons the two of you further into the room with wild hand gestures, “I won’t let him drive home so late, and in this weather too!”

“It’s alright, uh, Miss, I don’t mind,” Minho stumbles. What was he supposed to say? Your mother wasn’t listening. “I’ve plenty of food - too much! And her bed is big enough for the two of you–”

You didn’t hear anything else she had to say after that for she was running back into the kitchen, chatting to no one in particular. Minho turned to you, wide-eyed and lips twisted in an exasperated smile. Snow was still melting into his hair from your brief adventure outside. You reach up and pick one from his hair, watching it sink into your skin, “Sorry, looks like you’re staying here,” you say, the corners of your mouth heaving a smile onto your face.

When your mother finished feeding the both of you and talked Minho to exhaustion, she ushered you upstairs to get some sleep. You looked at the double bed in your room, still in the same place as it was when you first moved to uni. It was like nothing changed, except it had; Minho was in the room with you now. Clambering under the covers, you refuse to look back at him. The bed shifts and bounces a little when he slides under the sheets next to you.

You shared a bed with him many times before, for cheap hotel rooms and unplanned sleepovers, of course it didn’t matter this time. But it did. He’s next to you in your childhood bed, he’s met your mother, and it’s Christmas. You huff and submerge yourself further under the covers, making a point to face away from him. Minho turns off the lamp, rustles around behind you for a moment, then silence falls around you. Silence weaves its way between his steady breaths and your whirling thoughts. 

Hours felt like minutes, staring at nothing behind your closed eyelids. You sigh and roll over, hoping Minho had the sense to sleep the opposite way too. He did not. When your head hits the pillow again and you open your eyes out of curiosity, he was staring back at you.

It’s just dark, you think to yourself and blink away the static. But warm streetlights bleed into your room through cracks in your blinds, and you knew you weren’t dreaming. Why is he so weird? Yet you stare back.

“What?” He finally whispers.

Yes, what? You’re drawing blanks, then you can think of only one thing. You absolutely cannot say that, but your mouth is moving anyway, “I really wanna kiss you.”

“Okay,” he blinks. A few rogue strands of hair, freshly washed of snow, fall delicately across his face. 

You’re stunned. “...Okay?” 

“So?” His lips are parted, inviting you in, deliciously open so that all you need to do to taste him is attack. But you can’t.

This is far from your first rodeo. You’ve always been able to hit on other guys, to pull them closer by their collars, to drag them through your apartment door, to wrap your legs around their waists before you reach the bed. Minho is not other guys. What if you mess it up? Yet another sigh, so far reaching it blows his stray hairs back out of his face, “So, can you help me out?”

Yes. His answer, just like every other time, is yes. But he doesn’t say it; he snakes his arm around your nape, tugs you closer, and that’s all it takes. Your lips are on his, your body is static, your mind is lost from you. You shut your eyes and allow yourself to melt into him. But then your leg is hooked around his waist. His hands travel from your clothed thighs to rest on your ass. Rolling your hips down onto him, hard, he groans into your lips. The vibrations travelling through you only spur you to move faster.

Shirts, pants, underwear, they’re all on the floor in an instant. Five minutes ago, you did not have the faintest idea you’d end up in this position. You're knelt between his legs. Minho’s hard and looking up at you expectantly. His eyes are mocking you, challenging you. So you take him on. Lips closing around his member, you cast your eyes up as you take in as much of him as you can. He’s already tensed his eyelids shut in pleasure. A devious swish of your tongue, another and another, and his head is lolling backwards. 

Minho tangles his fingers through your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock. Obliging, you begin to bob your head up and down, moving faster with each of his grunts, tongue working at him furiously. He tenses, dick throbbing and releasing warmth to your mouth; you ride him through it, his shallow panting a musical backdrop as you watch white cum drip from the corners of your mouth, down his shaft. When you release him, the rest spills onto his toned stomach. A deep inhale, to catch your breath, then you swallow what’s left.

With nothing to focus on now, no high to push him to, you’re suddenly very aware of his eyes on you. With delicate fingers, he traces the outline of your hips to your waist, lingering on your breasts and how your nipples are hard with cold and pleasure.

“Your turn,” he grins, sitting up and pushing you back into the bed before you could even defend yourself, capturing your lips with his once more.

@12daysofchristmas

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Omg this is BRILLIANT

I love the way this is written!!! The different colors of text, the narrator, how little y/n does to deny their enjoyment of it or stop her in any way ASDGHKJ

No Harm, No Foul

AN: this got longer that I was expecting tbh, but I just couldn’t help myself! This one was so fun & playful to write, all the voices & the narrator are so silly, I love them so much! This game has such a grip on me, & there’s literally no fluffy fics for all that angst!

This is set during the prisoner arc, but that’s not really relevant, just provides a setting & some context. This is formatted a lil different from my other fics, as it’s written in second person to match the games style but to be clear, I still don’t write reader inserts & because of all the voices, I’m adding a color chart to help you know which voice is speaking, even if it’s not specified

Hero- red

Skeptic- blue

Smitten- pink

Contrarian- green

Broken- purple

& the Narrator’s lines are just naturally written in the descriptions. The princess responds normally

Hope this helps! Without further ado, here’s day 20!

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her.

Except you didn't slay her. You both tried to escape, you had been so close, but this world refused to let you be together for too long.

You've lost count of how many times you've done this song and dance. Endless, it would seem. And now, thanks to your own poor decisions, you yourself are left in the basement, side by side with the embodiment of evil.

"Embodiment of evil? She hasn't so much as said a word in days," the voice of the Hero interrupted, before the voice of the Skeptic interrupted him.

"I'm pretty sure it's been longer."

They were your only company, seeing as the princess was so intent on ignoring you. You're not quite sure how much more time has passed, but you stroke a patch of moss on a nearby stone that wasn't there before.

"Watch it." It was the first words she'd spoken in what felt like forever. Her voice was deep and raspy from lack of use. She cleared her throat, sitting up as straight and dignified as ever.

"Sorry, I just hadn't noticed that before," you explained, pulling your hand back. She hummed as she noticed the small patch of color in the dull room.

"How nice," she said, scooting closer to pet the soft plant. You adverted your gaze as she got closer, unsure of where her boundaries still stood. You fiddled with the heavy lock around your neck, the thick metal digging into the tender skin.

She noticed your discomfort, staring with a blank expression as you tried to pull it away from your throat. Her eyes trailed from your chains to her own.

"It's not the most comfortable, is it?" she asked, startling you a bit.

"Um, no, it's not. But then again, I don't think they make chains with comfort in mind," you spoke in a deadpan tone. She barked out a sarcastic laugh, but there was enough sincerity there to make your... heart flutter? Are you really making me say this?

"She thinks we're funny! We made our darling precious angel laugh! And what a beautiful sound it was!" the voice of the Smitten rambled on in a lovesick tangent. But he made sure to shut up as soon as the princess opened her mouth.

"I didn't know you were funny," she sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly, so am I. That wasn't even a proper joke.

"Hey, are you saying we're not funny?" the Hero immediately went on the defensive.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

"The princess thinks we're funny," the Skeptic chimed in.

You just happen to share the same morbid sense of humor. She's laughing more at the situation than anything else.

You huff and the voices in your head grow quiet once more. Time drags on; the moss spreads, and cracks slowly crumble away the stone and brick. The princess occasionally breaks the silence with a rare comment or question. Sometimes, if you're lucky, she might even carry on a conversation.

It seemed now was one of those times.

"Y'know, you're molting again, and all these loose feathers really got me thinking. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"

"What? You don't just ask someone that right out of the blue! No build up, no hints, no nothing!" the Hero began to panic as she continued speaking. Oh, so she wasn't even done yet.

"It would be kinda ironic, wouldn't it?" she continued with a smirk. She cocked her head to look at you expectantly. She cocked a brow when she didn't receive an answer. "Well?"

"Yeah, it would," you agreed, hoping it would be enough to suffice. But you are dealing with a cruel, calculating, and manipulative person, so of course that answer doesn't sate her appetite.

"Aw, a little shy, are we? After all this time?" she asked, her voice just a touch softer.

"Pretty sure anyone gets shy at that question," the Skeptic snapped defensively.

"Okay, you got me. Maybe a little. There, happy now?"

No, no! What are you doing? You just told her your greatest weakness!

"Hey, that is not our greatest weakness!" the Hero argued, sounding genuinely flustered.

Well it is now. Enjoy.

"Relax, he can't just do that," the Skeptic was quick to reassure him.

It took all but a second for this conversation to happen in your head. The princess is now smiling at you, scanning you up and down with a hungry gaze.

"Only a little? You wouldn't mind if  I tested that, would you?" she asked, her tone even, almost uninterested. But you could see the mischief dancing in her eyes. Finally, you're seeing her true, sadistic side shine through.

"Sadistic? Our darling simply wants to play! Haven't you ever heard of flirting before?" the Smitten chimed in. And okay, rude.

But I assure you, she's not flirting, it has to be some kind of power play. As soon as you let your guard down, she will kill you.

"Is... is boredom just a foreign concept to you?" the Hero asked. "If she wanted to kill us, I'm sure she'd have done it by now."

That's just what she wants you to think.

Her chains clanked together softly as she inched closer. You tensed, but hesitated to move away. That would make it too obvious, and her predatory instincts would surely kick in.

"I didn't hear a no," she hummed, shifting so she sat facing you.

"Shit, did we forget to answer her?" the Hero questioned, panic lacing his voice.

"So, where do you think we should start?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. She cocked her brow, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was the first time you'd seen her look even vaguely happy since you were locked down here.

"U-um..." you stuttered, struggling to think of a suitable answer.

"She can't expect us to choose! That's not fair!" the Hero complained.

"She's just trying to be considerate of our preferences," the Smitten justified.

"What? We don't have preferences! Not... not about this at least..."

"Dealers choice?" you answered lamely, the voices in your head offering no help in your decision. You froze when you heard her chuckle beside you, your feathers ruffled.

"Why do you look so tense? Relax, will you?" she prodded your side, hoping to get a reaction. You flinched away at the touch, the corners of your beaked mouth twitching upward in a short lived grin. "Aw, is that a smile?" she teased, poking the same spot, wiggling her finger a little and earning a stifled snicker.

Are you really just gonna let this happen? You're not gonna put up any kind of fight, whatsoever?

"I'm pretty sure she'll make us regret it if we even try to fight back. At least right now, she seems... playful."

"Maybe we should fight back and see what happens. Let her really go to town on lover boy, see how much he likes her then," the Contrarian spoke up for the first time in quite a while.

"I'd still love every second of it! Whatever makes our princess happy," the Smitten was unwavering in his adoration as always.

"No! Have you forgotten we all have to endure what she dishes out? I'd rather not piss her off," the Hero reasonably pointed out.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt long nails scratch under your chin, burying beneath the downy feathers. You let out a squawk of surprise, immediately scrunching your shoulders. Giggles bubble up your throat and you clamp a hand over your mouth, desperate to contain the embarrassing sounds.

"Excuse you, our laugh is rugged and handsome!" the Smitten proudly proclaimed.

"I can't reach your feet, mind helping me out?" she asked so nonchalantly it gave you whiplash. You instinctively curled your talons, tucking your legs closer to your chest.

"W-what did she just say?"

"Pft, yeah, like we're just gonna put our feet in her lap," the Skeptic scoffed.

"That's a great idea! She can barely reach us in those chains," the Smitten noticed, deciding to rectify this mistake by turning to face her, stretching your legs out.

"No, I just said we weren't gonna do that!"

"I don't know, maybe we should. She's gonna tickle us anyways," the Broken noted.

"Thanks," the princess smirked as she grabbed your ankle, scooting even closer. She grabbed one of your feathers off the stone floor, twirling it for you to see. Your leg jerked back reflexively at the sight. She chuckled as she traced up and down your foot, paying close attention to your reactions. She grabbed your talons and pulled them back, stretching out your feet as she sawed the feather between your toes.

You leaned against the wall, burying your face in your hands with a loud squawk of laughter. You tried to kick and squirm away, but she held onto your ankle, keeping you sufficiently trapped as soft giggles poured out of you. Your talons curled and twitched with each fluttery stroke, much to her amusement. She grabbed your other foot, wasting no time before giving it the same treatment.

"Wow, you're more ticklish than I thought. Now tell me, is it worse knowing that I'm using your own feathers?" she asked curiously, deciding to attack both feet simultaneously. You shrieked and arched your back, nodding instead of giving a verbal answer. You already had too much going on inside your head to reply.

"What? She can't be serious! Of course it makes it worse! She knows that!" the Hero protested, sounding flustered beyond belief and on the verge of giggles himself.

"She can't possibly know that, she's just trying to get a rise out of us," the Skeptic argued.

"Well it's working," the Hero whined.

"Hm, I wonder where else you're ticklish," she mused aloud, scanning your body up and down. She reached out, giving both knees an experimental squeeze.

Chains rattle as you jerk away with a loud laugh, surprising even you. Her shock quickly morphed to sadistic glee.

"Uh oh, looks like I found a bad spot," she taunted, dragging you back by the ankles. You sat there, completely frozen as she crawled towards you until it was too late and she latched onto your knees.

If you ask me, I'd say everywhere's a bad spot.

"That was uncalled for!"

"No one asked you!"

"Is it a crime to be sensitive?”

You wished they would all just shut up.

Between the chain on the wall and the princess in front of you, there was nowhere for you to go, and nothing for you to do except cackle and writhe on the ground.

But if you were being honest, it- wasn't the worst way to spend your time? You can't be serious! Please tell me you're joking.

"Well... at least now something's actually happening," the Hero sheepishly admitted.

"True. An eternity of silence is more torturous than whatever she can dish out," the Skeptic agreed.

"I can't even remember the last time we laughed. It's... kinda nice, if I'm being honest."

Okay, you know what? Fine. You win. You let her tickle you for however long she wants, which just so happens to feel like an eternity. She manages to find your most ticklish spots with ease, and even a few you weren't aware of. All the while, you continue to flail around uselessly and make the most humiliating noises you've ever heard. She loves to mock those sounds, pointing out the way you ruffle your feathers when flustered, or how you try to hide your face instead of fend her off.

Maybe she knows you like this? Probably, I mean, you're making it pretty obvious, aren't you?

"Okay, we get it!"

So I hope you enjoy this demise of your own making, because it won't be stopping anytime soon it would seem.

But like I said. You probably like that.

And she knows it.

[winwintea]

underneath the tree

PAIRING ↬ co-worker!lee jeno x female!reader (ft. bm from kard, ningning from aespa, yeri from red velvet, julie from kiof, mu from epex)

GENRES ↬ social media au (smau), fluff, romance, some angst, very fun no tricks i promise okay (im very serious pls trust me yall)

WARNINGS ↬ profanity, alcohol/drug consumption, sexual jokes, sexual content, (nothing explicitly written out) maybe some stalking but it’s okay it’s jeno, i probably have a love actually obsession, bm is a questionable(?) boss, jackson wang is here to throw a party

SUMMARY ↬ you’ve heard enough of the word ‘christmas’ and it was only the beginning of december! sometimes you’d wish people would just throw their cheerfulness out the window and focus on reality. unfortunately for you lee jeno has just drawn your name for the company’s annual secret santa swinter swap and he’s going to make sure you get a gift you’ll never forget. (and maybe even get you to appreciate christmas along the way?)

UPDATE SCHEDULE ↬ everyday starting the first of december! merry christmas!

TAG LIST ↬ OPEN at the bottom (send me an ask or request here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

PLAYLIST ↬ here!

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ it’s tiiiimeee! been working on this for ages… planning since like july (i’m just a girl…) very very very inspired by love actually. jeno is a self insert atp???? i love christmas too much??? movies??? songs?? food???? drinks?? sign me up i need jackson wang to throw me a party rn. thank u to everyone who helped when i was stuck with ideas 🙏 yall are the best <33

the chorus groups:

one | two

carols:

track. 01 ↬ white winter hymnal

track. 02 ↬ we need a little christmas

track. 03 ↬ it's beginning to look a lot like christmas

track. 04 ↬ jingle bell rock

track. 05 ↬ sleigh ride

track. 06 ↬ winter wonderland

track. 07 ↬ the first snow

track. 08 ↬ be there for me

track. 09 ↬ run rudolph run

track. 10 ↬ the polar express

track. 11 ↬ christmas don't be late

track. 12 ↬ all i want for christmas is you

track. 13 ↬ snowman

track. 14 ↬ christmas time is here

track. 15 ↬ mary, did you know?

track. 16 ↬ love actually

track. 17 ↬ a nonsense christmas

track. 18 ↬ officially christmas

track. 19 ↬ do they know it's christmas?

track. 20 ↬ christmas time is here

track. 21 ↬ wonderful christmastime

track. 22 ↬ carol of the bells

track. 23 ↬ believe

track. 24 ↬ snow dream

track. 25 ↬ christmas is all around

track. 26 ↬ underneath the tree

track. 27 ↬ christmas canon

track. 28 ↬ ???