#mehehee

[lightseoul]

all too much (i'm sorry)

synopsis. the last person you want to see is Bakugou Katsuki. the one person you need to see is Bakugou Katsuki.

cw. depression, suicidal thoughts, depressed!reader, gn!reader, college!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~21 years old), hurt/comfort

word count. 1.7k words

Your eyes shoot open, and the first word that pops into your head is a curse. Fucking great, you think, I’m still alive.

Weakly propping yourself up on your elbow, you reach for your phone to check the time.

5:37 PM. You napped for one and a half hours. You frown, then shake your head in resignation. Better than being awake for an extra one and a half hours, really.

You wince at the feeling of your parched throat, and you contemplate whether or not you should get up and start getting your shit together. Motivation’s been getting difficult to come by these days, though, and your eyes start shutting closed again, but you startle awake when your phone chimes with a new text message.

Patrol’s over in 30. Same time?

Fuck—you forgot. You and Bakugou have agreed to spend Friday nights together to catch up and prevent growing distant. Maintaining your friendship has been a lot of work, but both of you put in the effort, and as a result, your bond has only gotten stronger in spite of the busyness that came with his becoming a Pro Hero and your entering college three years ago.

Your fingers hover over your screen—maybe you should call it off. You’re not in the mood to see anyone, even Bakugou Katsuki. Not to mention you look and feel like shit. Having your best friend and just recently, crush (because apparently, the heavens wanted to fuck you up even more) see you in this state will indubitably be embarrassing.

After a few more minutes of tired contemplation, you finally type out a response.

I’ll have to take a rain check, Kats. I’m studying for an exam this Monday.

Sighing in relief and exhaustion once you pressed send, you drag yourself out into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water.

The ice-cold liquid burns your throat and your head throbs in response, but at least you feel a bit more awake and alive now.

You’re seated on your couch, mindlessly scrolling through your Netflix recommendations on the TV when a loud knocking breaks you out of your post-nap stupor.

You don’t have the time to feel annoyance or panic over who could this person showing up unannounced at the most inconvenient time possibly be because the incessant knocking doesn’t let up. You rush to open the door and find yourself face-to-face with an annoyed Bakugou, still decked out in his hero costume.

He eyes you suspiciously, “I thought you were studying.”

You try to feign nonchalance, but you end up gulping before you can even think about it. “I was.”

Normally, at this point, you’d step aside for Bakugou to come in and make himself at home, though usually, he’d be in civilian clothes after having gone to his own apartment to clean up and prepare, but today’s not normal. He’s decorated with a few dirt marks from patrol, and that omnipresent scowl he wears is still there, albeit less prominent.

“What, you’re not even gonna let me in?”

You toe at your house slippers nervously, “I really have to study now, Kats. I just woke up from a nap to take a break.”

He frowns, “That why you look like shit?”

Normally, you’d hit his arm in fake offense before bursting out laughing anyway. But again, today’s not normal. His comment is wounding when it’s usually meant to break the ice.

“I…” you start, but resort to shaking your head in defeat. You don’t have the energy for this. “Just go home, Katsuki.”

With that, you turn your back to him and beeline to your bedroom. You end up closing the door far harder than you intended, and it shuts with a slam. You wince at the sound, feeling a sudden pang of guilt shoot you in the chest. He didn’t deserve that, you think to yourself. It doesn’t matter, a second thought follows immediately after.

Sighing for the nth time that evening, you plop on the bed and close your eyes, willing yourself to go back to sleep and hopefully, maybe, not wake up again.

Your eyes flicker open at the soft clanging noises outside your bedroom, and you immediately shoot up upon realizing that you forgot to lock the door before walking out on Bakugou.

In spite of yourself and the raging headache that’s been plaguing you on and off for quite some time now, you hurriedly climb out of bed and grab the nearest makeshift weapon in your room.

A blow dryer. Good enough.

Quietly, you tiptoe towards the door and, slowly, open it while thinking prayers for it not to creak. You didn’t even notice your shoulders were tensed up until you lock eyes with Bakugou through the crevice, the sight of whom immediately soothes your nerves despite yourself.

You stand upright, toss your blow dryer onto your bed, and step out of the room reluctantly. Under the white light of the kitchen, you can now see what he’s doing. Donning your yellow apron over the lounge clothes he keeps in your apartment, he’s chopping up green onions and other vegetables for what seems like a soup dish.

It smells heavenly, and your stomach grumbles in agreement.

“And here I was thinking you were gonna sleep through the entire night already.”

A whirlwind of emotions rushes through your body—relief, fondness, longing, embarrassment, guilt—but the one emotion you can bear to focus on, and is the most familiar, is anger. And you don’t fight it from taking over.

“I thought I told you to go home.”

The sentence comes out in a low tone, and somewhat clipped, though you didn’t mean it to sound like that. In spite of himself, you know Bakugou worries, and he definitely won’t be heading back now if he knows something’s off.

True enough, he visibly stiffens at the sound of your voice, and it hurts to see him uncomfortable around you. Another wave of guilt washes over you. Though it gets masked, yet again, with a familiar sense of apathy.

“I heard you,” he shifts on his feet, “but you sure as hell weren’t gonna cook yourself a decent meal, so I stayed to make sure you ate.”

You expected him to respond with some anger himself, but he’s uncharacteristically calm. It’s making you feel even more ashamed of how you’re acting. It’s infuriating. He’s infuriating.

“Well,” you croak as you shift your eyes away from his face, “I didn’t ask for your help, so you can go home now.”

Silence settles between the two of you. It’s unnerving.

You force yourself to look back at Bakugou, who’s now frowning. “I’m sure you had a long day,” you finished.

Unable to hold eye contact any longer, you turn to head back to your bedroom when Bakugou reaches out and grabs for your wrist.

You turn to face him, ready to spit some venom you probably don’t even mean, but the words get stuck in your throat when you see tears rimming his eyes.

You hurt him.

Yet, he proceeds in a calm, but stern, voice: “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, you finally lose it.

“I don’t fucking know, okay?!” you shout, ripping yourself from his grip, “Quit pressing!”

Bakugou doesn’t flinch, nor does he step back from you. He just keeps his ground.

You took his silence as a sign to continue. “I think I’m depressed. I don’t know. I just feel like a fucking corpse every day and I hate the fact that I have to wake up and go to school and talk to people and take care of myself as if the pain isn’t there!” you cry, “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Has this been,” he clears his throat, “has this been going on for a while now?” He remains calm, though you hear the shake in his voice when he asks.

You sigh, shaking your head. Shouting drained the last bit of energy you had left in you, “I guess. I don’t know—I just wait it out until I start feeling better and functioning like a normal person again. And when I do, I start wondering if I just imagined all that shit.”

The weight of the situation and your admission finally dawns on you in the silence.

You clench your eyes shut, bringing your hands up to cover your face in shame, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Y/N.”

You brace yourself for some harsh, reprimanding words but they never come. Instead, your breath hitches when you feel a hand fall softly on your head, and an arm pulling you into a hug.

You can’t believe it—you half expected Bakugou to recoil, or even leave, in shock and disappointment, but he’s hugging you. He’s hugging you.

You can’t help it—you burst into tears. Bakugou’s quick to rub soothing circles on your back as you cry into his shoulder. You’re quickly forming a wet patch on his shirt, but you don’t pay it any mind in the meantime. You didn’t realize how much you’ve been suppressing your pain until now. It’s liberating, yet at the same time, the all-too-familiar feeling of shame is creeping in at the back of your head.

Shame over your situation. Shave over having let yourself go to this extent. Shame over breaking down. Shame over not being able to clean after your own mess. Shame over hurting the one person you love the most.

You clench your fist against Bakugou’s chest. It’s all too much.

His voice is low and gentle when he speaks up, “We’ll get you help.”

The mention of seeking help is enough to make you tense up.

“I don’t know, Katsuki,” you shake your head. “I’m scared. Of it not working out. I can’t afford treatment not working out. I don’t know what else I would do.”

You feel him press his lips to your forehead, fleeting, “It will. We’ll find a way. And I’ll be right here with you.”

At a loss for anything else to say, you mumble a quiet apology.

Bakugou scoffs, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Stop saying sorry, dumbass. I want to do this for you.”

[mrpuzzle]

Do it no balls

I do it in peoples back inspired by there ocs

sigh. oh to make ocs with other people. oh to collaborate on a narrative theres literally nothing more magical than that to me

[miraculousbohemian]

How the fuck do i write a scene where someone wakes up after being in a fire and then their future love interest is there but i don't want them to kiss rn but i wanna highlight that they have feelings for eachother?

[neco-abbaccio]

Mehehee😉

[swiftlygillies]

why do yall hate false god???

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Long Time Friend || Lee!Venti || Genshin Impact

———

Venti decides to be a little annoyance to his archon friend and can’t seem to handle what he dishes out. Wuh-woh.

Pairing: Zhongven (interpret however you wish)

Lee!Venti

Ler!Zhongli

———

It was a beautiful day in Liyue, the sun was shining brightly on the city and Zhongli stood at the top of a building after just having lunch. He took in the scenery below and closed his eyes.

It was quite breezy today, but recently the wind had decided to pick up. Zhongli’s loose clothing and hair blew as the wind grew stronger. Even some outdoors venders in town had to take a break and wait the wind out. This could only mean one thing.

Zhongli rolled his eyes. He had a smirk on his face as he anticipated the sight and sound of his long time friend.

“Howdy do! Mr. Zhongli~!” The high toned voice sang.

“Barbatos,” Zhongli spoke without turning to face the green haired boy.

“Why so formal?” Venti walks up with his hands on his hips, “Afraid to get buddy buddy with your old pal?” He elbows the taller archon in the side.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Zhongli smiles, “Venti.”

“That’s better,” Venti chuckles, “Nice to see you, too.”

Zhongli finally faces the bard, “I just had lunch, didn’t expect you to visit otherwise I would’ve waited.”

“No problem, although I would like to try some of the famous bamboo shoot soup they serve here. We don’t get that in Mondstat.”

“Allow me to buy you some,” Zhongli offers. Venti takes that offer and they head back inside the restaurant to bond.

“It’s delicious,” Venti hums as he sips the soup. Zhongli chuckles,

“Yes, it’s quite exquisite.”

Venti eyes him, “You have a very refined vocabulary, so sophisticated.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Of course not!” Venti elbows Zhongli’s arm and gets a feel of his muscles, “ooh, such strong arms.”

Venti squeezes Zhongli’s biceps, feeling the tough flesh. Zhongli scoffs up a noise.

“Venti- Stop that…” Zhongli tries to pull his arm away, but Venti uses his other hand to squeeze the area as well.

“So tough, so handsome~” he teases, “so ticklish…”

Zhongli jumps and resorts to using his free hand to tease the Bard’s stomach. Venti immediately lets go of the archon’s arm.

“Z-ZHONGLIHIhi!” Venti squirms in his chair and tries to pry Zhongli’s bigger hand off of his tum.

“So very ticklish indeed,” Zhongli teases and switches to squeeze the Bard’s sides. Venti kicks his legs, giggling.

“Zhohohonglihihi! Quihihit it! Ahahahehhehehee!” Venti squirms so much he almost tips the chair over, “Whoa!”

“Careful, now,” Zhongli shifts Venti so that Venti falls back onto his chest, still giggling at the prodding on his sides.

“Ahahaha!! M-Morax! I’m tihihihicklish! Stahap!”

“Oh you are? I couldn’t tell~” he laughs to himself.

“Stohop laughing at mehehee! Ihit isn’t nihihice!”

“Well it wasn’t very nice when you were teasing me earlier, so this is my revenge.”

“Ihihi’m sohohorry!! Plehehehease! Z-Zhohongli!!” Venti twists from side to side to escape the Geo Archon’s fingers, but they just follow.

Venti begins to slip through the chair and Zhongli’s lap, flopping onto the floor and scurrying to get away. Zhongli is quick to pounce onto him and straddle the Bard’s waist.

“N-NOho! ZHOnglihi! Plehehease dohohon’t!” Venti kicks his legs, thumping his knees against Zhongli’s back.

Zhongli squeezes his knees and Venti arches his back and straightens his legs, “EEP! Stahahahp! Nohohot my kneheheehees!”

“Not your knees? Alright then, how about here?” Zhongli pinches Venti’s hips, causing Venti to buck more.

“NAHAOhoho! NOHOT THEhehere eihither! Ahahahaha!!” Venti watches as a couple walks past them with a confused expression. His cheeks turn red, “peheheople are staring at mehehee!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a menace,” Zhongli digs into Venti’s underarms. Venti shoots his arms down and hugs his torso.

“EHEHEEhehehe!! ZHOHOhohonglihihi!! NAHAHAHOO! STAHAHAP! IHIit tihihickles too muhuhuhuch!”

“Really? It tickles? I don’t believe it…”

“AHAHA ZHOHONGLI WAIT! WAHAIT! WAIT NOOHOHO! DOHONT!”

“Don’t what?”

“DOHONT GO THEHERE! PLEHEASE DONT GO THERE!”

Zhongli smirks and hovers his wiggling fingers over his stomach. Venti is squirming more violently now. He pleads but his protests go unheard.

“WAIT! Plehehease! Friend! My handsome friend! Let’s talk about thihis! I’m sorry!EEP! PLehehease!” Venti yelped at a poke to him stomach.

“It’s too late for sorry, I’m afraid. I think you’re pretty handsome yourself, though.”

Zhongli spiders all over the blue haired boy’s tum, making him shriek and cry with laughter.

“EEE!! HEHEHEHE!! ZHOHONGLIHIHIHII! NAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEEASE!! IM SOHOHORRYY!! I GIHIHIVE! FORGIVE ME MORAX! AHAHAHA! I CAHANT TAKE IT!”

Zhongli slows down the torture to a stop. He gently rubs the area to relieve the tingles, but Venti only giggles more.

“Ehehehehe, yohou are sohohoo mehean!”

“You want another round?”

“NO! Ehe! Noho thank you.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

Venti’s blush darkens, “W-What?! That’s obsured!”

Zhongli laughs, “are you alright?”

He helps the Bard off the floor and back into the chair.

“My soup is cold, so I’m not entirely content with that!” Venti crosses his arms but the smile on his face is impossible to control.

“Well, I very much enjoyed that,” Zhongli sips a cup of tea, not noticing the glare he was receiving.

“Well? Let’s see how you enjoy THIS!” Venti turns and scribbles the geo archon’s sides with determination. Zhongli nearly choking on the tea, laughs instantly.

“AH-! Ahahaha! Vehehenti, pleheease! Gihive me a breheheak!” Zhongli hugs his midriff, but Venti always finds a way to poke at any exposed areas.

“Not today, Mister Zhongli,” he grins.

———

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Carrot Garden

Caine: It seems our newcomer has went on an adventure! So let's have one of our own! To bring her back for dinner!

Jax: Yeaaaah I'm sure you all will find the newbie soon. I'm gonna go.

Grumble

J: ***k I need some carrots .... God, did I ever like carrots before being a bunny?

J: Ugh

Munch Munch

J: ?

Pomni: Chomp MUNCH

J: Hey! You'll ruin your appetite~

P: ! ! !

J: Bubble's trying to make-

P: [Sobbing]

P: I'M SORRY YOU'RE SEEING ME LIKE THIS!!!

J: I don't wanna hear someone crying. It's.... annoying. So..... Stop i-

P: Let goho of mehehee

J: heh heh heh

P: uh oh

P: hee hee

J: Sad no more aren't you~?

P: hee hee hee Nohoho hee hee

P: Sigh heh heh heh heh

J: There you go. No more dumb crying

P: hee hee... ... Um, sorry for this....

J: Just... don't eat everything.

J: Now let's get dinner.

Alternate Ending

[kusuguricafe]

Happy Year of the Rabbit 🐰

A/N: wrote this on a whim after seeing the new hori sketch. there was so much potential I couldn't not write a quick drabble

Summary:

this. just this.

Characters: switches Midoriya and Bakugou, ler!Kirishima

“Damn Deku, what’re you doi—PFFFT!”

“Kacchan!! We’re doing a photoshoot for New Year’s!”

“And you’re wearing that?”

“Of course! Me and the others, and Mirko! So, how do I look?”

“Ridiculous.”

“Not even a little cute?”

“Tch.”

“Aw, Kacchan, don’t be like that!”

“How did you even, fit, in that?”

“With difficulty, heh…”

Bakugou gave him the once-over. Were his thighs always so, so… Well, for lack of a better phrase, fucking hot?

“You sure you can handle taking a picture in that?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“But, your thighs are so…”

Deku cocked his head. “So…?”

“So damn exposed! What would you do if someone were to just come up to you and—” without thinking, Bakugou reached out and gently squeezed Deku’s thigh, eliciting a squeak from the smaller boy.

“K-Kacchan!”

Completely flustered, Bakugou decided to turn the tables as fast as possible the best way he knew how.

“Eh!? whACCHAN! Matte, MATTE!!”

Bakugou pounced. Deku fell to the floor.

“AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Damn nerd, you’re practically asking for it.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!”

Bakugou was expertly kneading Deku’s bare thighs, digging his thumbs into all the spots he knew drove the boy wild.

“AAHAHAAAHAHA P-PLEHEHEASE KACCHAN!!”

“Oh? And what’s this? Looks like your hips are exposed too. You really didn’t think this though, did you?”

Deku flushed bright pink. “NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle, damn nerd.”

“Oi! Be nice, Bakugou!”

“Kirishi—HAAH??”

Bakugou froze. No way. No way this was real.

Kirishima smirked. “What do you think of my outfit?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bakugou was still frozen with Deku panting beneath him. Then, the feeling of Deku grabbing his wrist snapped him out of it, and, not knowing how to handle this situation at all, he continued his ruthless attack on Deku’s poor defenseless thighs and hips.

“WHAHAHAHAHA! K-KIRISHIMA KUHUHUUN! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEE!!”

Kirishima smiled. “Coming!” He leapt into action, running up from behind Bakugou and digging his fingers into his underarms.

“WHAAAHAHA KIRISHIMAAAAA!!” Bakugou fell back into Kirishima’s lap and burst into laughter, now in between the two bunny boys’ legs.

“Th-thahanks, Kirishima,” Deku sighed in relief.

“Now’s your turn to help me out!” Kiri encouraged.

Bakugou was doing his best to twist around in Kirishima’s grip, but he was unrelenting.

Deku sat up so that his previous position was reversed. Now straddling Bakugou, he gently wiggled his fingers into his ribs.

“NAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA STAHAHAHAHAP! BOHOHOHOTH OF YOHOHOU!”

It was a good thing Bakugou had his eyes closed right now, because he’s pretty sure he'd die if he had to watch while these two bunny boys tickle him to pieces.

This went on for a few more minutes until Bakugou tapped out. He lasted an unusually short amount of time, most likely due to his already incredibly pre-flustered state. When he finally opened his eyes, he quickly realized he was laying between two pairs of beautifully toned bare thighs, and immediately covered his blushing face in embarrassment.

“You guys are the wooorst,” Bakugou whined.

Kirishima and Midoriya laughed.

“You started it!” Midoriya said.

“I didn’t start shit,” Bakugou mumbled from behind his hands. “Now would you two get offa me!??”

“Oops, sorry, man.”

“Sorry, Kacchan.”

[rocklain]

I spy with my eye sumn beginning with t

Alberto Scorfano again. Can you tell I’m fond of this funky dude?

[lerknow]

Cheater~

Cheater Lee! Kai Ler! Taehyun + Beomgyu

Synopsis: Despite Taehyun and Beomgyu's wishes, Kai cheats during their game of Halli Galli and get's what he deserves.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction, Pinning

©LerKnow Don’t repost, copy or re-write in any way

Masterlist || Inspiration

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and HueningKai sat in the corner of their practice room. Their table filled with cards decorated with colourful fruit designs. They were setting up for a good old-fashioned card game, Halli Galli, to be exact. It was on their schedule to do a live today, and what’s better than entertaining Moa with their chaotic and competitive nature?

With his extensive history of cheating, the members were hesitant to let Kai play with them, but his cute smile and methods of convincing swayed the other members into including him in the activity.

“Should we do the live now or play a round before we start?"

Taehyun asks, distributing cards between his members. In response, the remaining two just shrugged, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give it a go first.

They all started the first round, going as smoothly as possible with the loud and dramatic lineup they had. Enthusiastic screaming was thrown around the echo-prone room while they all tried to concentrate.

Though their youngest hadn’t stepped out of line just yet, Taehyun was keeping a very close eye on him. He seemed to be playing normally, but everything about his body language was telling him otherwise.

“I’m going to win; I'm calling it now,” Beomgyu joked, exaggerating his words like he usually does.

“Not if I win first,” Taehyun adds, a playful glint in his eyes while slamming down his cards.

The members finally let their guard down for a moment; that was their biggest mistake. While the two were bantering, Kai finally had the chance and grabbed four winning cards, stuffing them up his sleeve. He learned this trick from TV and movies; it always worked out well for them.

The game continued just fine, with no one noticing the cards tucked away safely into Kai’s unusually long sleeves. He tried not to give it away, but that just made him more nervous about being caught.

"AAAGH, how could you do that?" Beomgyu yells, his voice repeating off the walls.

“It’s a part of the game, Beomgyu; calm down." Taehyun rolls his eyes, taunting his members.

Getting a rhythm down in the game, Kai sees an opportunity arise. He quickly slammed his wrist down, flinging a single card onto the table before ringing the bell. He had won the first round, not so fair and square.

Kai thought it was a seemless victory, but his members would beg to differ, specifically the one who was death-glaring him from across the table.

“Hey! I saw that!” Beomgyu shouted over the chaos of Kai’s celebration. “You just took that from your sleeve!"

“What? No, I'm innocent! Promise,” Kai holds his hands up in defence, but what he didn’t notice was that another card was peeking up out of the opening.

“You Cheater!” 

Taehyun accused, reaching inside Kai’s sleeve and pulling out several more rare, winning cards as the younger tried to shimmy his way farther from the pair.

“You did cheat! I knew it!” Beomgyu shouts at Kai, failing to look intimidating while he laughs through the accusations.

"Wait, no, no, I can explain."

Kai didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Taehyun tackled him off his chair and onto the practice room floor.

Sitting on top of Kai, Taehyun tried to wrestle his arms down, poking him in any spot he could reach while they fought. Taehyun was stronger, but Kai was faster, squirming out of his grip before he could get a hold of the taller boy beneath him. The poking only made Kai squirmier as he tried to escape the brief but very ticklish feeling.

"Beomgyu, hehehelp mehehee!” Kai whines, flopping around on the floor like a fish, all while Taehyun tries to restrain him.

“Great idea, little help here?” Taehyun adds, looking behind himself to gesture Beomgyu over.

With that, Beomgyu hopped off his seat, a little too excited at the situation, and joined the duo on the ground. Grabbing the maknae’s arms, he lifted them above his head and held them there.

"NOHOHO, Beomgyu, you were supposed to help me, not him!"

“Ohh noooo!” Beomgyu gasped in exaggeration. “Too late!”  

As if on queue to Beomgyu’s words, Taehyun grabbed a hold of the maknae’s sides and squeezed. Kai flinched with a loud, high-pitched squeak, quickly followed by equally high giggles. 

Kai’s squirming doubled as Taehyun squeezed again, continuing his movements. Going up and down his sides. Kai couldn't contain his thrashing, digging his heels into the ground of their practice room as if it would help him in this situation.

“What’s wrong, Kai?” Taehyun started. “This would have been easily avoidable if you just played normally, huh?"

The teasing went in one ear and out the other, being easily drowned out by Kai’s loud laughter. He wasn’t labelled ‘The Most Ticklish Member’ for nothing. The way his members could so easily get him back for anything with a little tickling was frequently exploited.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Beomgyu asked, hovering over the maknae's face from above. Kai's eyes were tightly shut, avoiding all eye contact from his hyung as his head was thrown back with laughter.

It was clear he didn't care for what they were saying, trying to pry his arms from Beomgyu's grip.

"How are you supposed to learn from your mistakes if you can't even hear us, Kai?" Beomgyu pouts, looking to Taehyun for answers.

Getting the message, Taehyun decided to switch his tactics from being rough to raking his nails down from Kai’s arms straight down to the end of his torso.

"You okay down there?" Taehyun chuckles at the new reactions torn from Kai. following it up by dragging his nails back down again, which Kai didn't answer.

Though Kai calmed down, he was still giggling. Kai finally caught his breath, sharply inhaling every time Taehyun reset his position at the top, which was followed by even more giggles each time Taehyun continued his routine. 

Not even trying to escape anymore, Kai was focused on Taehyun and himself, forgetting about the other member in the room.

Just as he was getting used to the new, more pleasant sensation, Kai was caught off guard by the new set of hands quickly spidering at his top ribs. 

Beomgyu had sat on the younger's arms in order to free up his own without him noticing. Who did notice was Taehyun, ready to strike Kai back, switching back to squeezing.

With four hands on him, his sensitivity skyrocketed. The youngest threw his head back, letting his ticklish energy out through his voice.

Nothing in Kai would be able to pull his arms down, but that didn't stop him from squirming.

“Do you think he learned his lesson yet?" The voice came from Beomgyu, once again leaning over Kai with a proud smile.

Kai nodded as much as his body allowed him to, his energy running thin at this point.

"I don't know..." Taehyun tilts his head at Kai. "You always cheat; I'm not too convinced this will be the last time.

"IT WILL! It will! I prohohomise!" 

"Fine then." The two lers finally got off of Kai, letting him deflate onto the practice room floor.

"But mark my words: if there's any more funny business from you, you know what's coming." Taehyun wiggled his fingers in Kai's direction, causing him to flinch. Giggling to himself on the floor.

"I know, I know, I'll play normally." He shooed them away, too tired to do anything else about it.

"Guys, weren't we going to go live?" Beomgyu motioned to the table at the corner of the room.

"Oh yeah." 

Masterlist

[misterspectacular]

You can see Roxanne's reflection in Megamind's eyes during this scene. A visual representation of who the "apple of his eye" is ~ mehehee. Such ART!! Love it!

[windy-trickster]

Mehehee.... Working on a big piece of art rn >:) Would very much appreciate some askes to be sent while I'm working,,, <3

[boochrry]

HAPPY GAY MONTH MEHEHEE

[three-chan]

My cat making weird, house destroying noises in the middle of the night: mehehee :3

Me: I'm on a need to know basis and right now I don't need to know! Life is great! Bed is cozy!

Me in the morning: adghajdnrigmdnsuuYOU LITTLE

My cat: :3 love me? You love me? You love me? :3 love? Me? You love me! :3

[librisityedit]

V.#_CHIPSY/G../CIG/K-an-SKYYYCH??SKICH??? e-NOVIN (na papier uz nevidalo kesu :D :D :D chaa chaaaa hi hi hi a znooova to sa tak vravi "eL ooo eL" ;) a.k.a. LOL >D :D mehehee

[weskers-husband]

mehehee i want to do twst oc page even rho its 9am and i haventbhad anything to eat/drink