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girpgorp · 2 months ago
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Deeply enamored with @wisteriasymphony's Sillynette. Love the dynamic of girl who is incapable of being normal about boys X boy who has no conception of normal. Walking red flag X man who is red green colorblind. Also their Marinette design is adorable!
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strawbbfluff · 1 year ago
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“chat, don’t.”
“don’t what?”
“…you honestly think i’m going to fall for that?”
ladybug huffed, quite literally backed into a corner by her superhero partner. after defeating gabriel agreste, the two of them had a lot more time on their hands to just hang out like normal teenagers. with no supervillains to fight, adrien and marinette would agree to just transform and meet up, and whether that involved sparring together or just sitting on the eiffel tower, it honestly depended on the day.
nevertheless, sometimes, the two lovebirds would be hit with playful moods. more specially, a certain green-eyed, pun-telling feline.
chat noir shrugged. “well, it was worth a try,” he hummed, before grabbing ladybug’s wrists with one hand and shaping his other into a claw. he relished in the anticipatory giggles his partner started letting out.
“y-you’ll rehehegret this, fleabag! lehehehemme go!”
“um. what did you just call me? yeah, you’re definitely getting it now.”
“nohoho- wahahait! CHAHAHAT!”
cute, heroic giggles were heard all through paris that night.
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chimivx · 18 days ago
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home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk
College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.
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wc; {part four} 5.9k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; peese n lurv. <3
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Cheers had an awful remix of a fairly popular song blasting from the speakers invisible in the room. Four walls, dark grey walls, confined you, Mingyu, his two teammates and their wives along with fifty other people within them.
Arriving here shortly after you found your seat at the dinner table again with tears brimming your eyes, you accepted Mingyu’s hand over your knee and begged him to get you out of the hotbox and into a car, into the bar, and he did. Waltzing inside with his hand around the back of your neck and his friends behind you, the bartenders cheered at your appearance and the first round was on the house.
Shot after shot, glass after glass, you danced with the five of them first, keeping up with the terrible beat the bar thought was good enough to play. The crowd on the dance floor and all within Cheers differed from the one in the restaurant, most bar crowds did. People were calmer, chiller, they greeted you and your group like you were old friends, not internet glorified household names. Drinks were bought for you, handed to you from strangers with gleaming smiles, handed to Mingyu and Hoshi and Minghao though they wouldn’t sip them but slide them into their girls hands, your hands. 
Mingyu kept a hand around your waist, pressing you to his front while your bodies moved to the music, getting lost in the occasional kiss that tasted sticky sweet after the rounds of pink starburst shots. Whispering in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, he talked you up, wound you up, persuaded your hips to move in a way that drew more attention than you were looking for. Not a thing bothered you, the room was wavey, people took pictures of you, with you, Daya ogled your boyfriend over her husbands shoulder, but then when they spun he shot you a wink while Mingyu’s face was buried in your neck.
That was weird.
Slinging an arm around Mingyu’s back you dug your fingers into his curls and lifted his head, a wicked grin on his glistening lips. Poking your tongue out between yours, you close the air between you and inhale all of him, every push of his lips, every lap of his tongue, every groan from his chest. Mingyu was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend. Daya and Hoshi were married, they had a baby. You were used to people looking at you, people looking at Mingyu, but they were always strangers. Too many times today had Daya shamelessly mentioned your boyfriend or looked at him like he was her prey.
“Take me home,” you said to Mingyu after the slowest pull away from him, your lips parting with resistance. “Can we leave?”
He smirked, his forehead pressed to yours while your bodies rocked. “Little bit longer, baby. You want me already?” You nodded and he pushed out a laugh. “How bad?”
Enough to get him out of this place and away from Daya, to get you away from Hoshi. Did they even know the other was flirting with the two of you behind their backs?
“Bad,” you whispered against his lips and he laughed again. “Please, can we leave?”
His name was said behind you, either Hoshi or Minghao, you couldn’t make out who it was. Mingyu lifted his head, watched as one of his friends spoke without words, then smiled and nodded. Placing his hands to your hips he moved you off of him and gestured toward the bar.
“The girls are buyin’ shots, go with them,” he said. Stumbling backward, you lowered your brows. Mingyu pointed behind you, his smile giving you enough comfort to trust him. “I’ll be right back, go with the girls. I promise, then we’ll leave.”
“Okay,” you whispered, walking backward, watching him take Minghao by the neck of his shirt, all three of them laughing with one another as they weaved through the crowd to the darker side of the bar. Turning once they disappeared behind several heads and bodies, you pushed past people trying to say things to you and followed the glow of the lights from the bar, Halle and Daya leaning over the glass chatting away with the bartender with dark wavy hair touching his shoulders.
“Party girl!” Daya shouted over her shoulder as she glanced your way, her face lighting up but her eyes remaining the same. Dark, sharp, on watch. “C’mere, you want more of that pink shit?” Wedging yourself between the girls, both of them smelling like money, you nodded and sunk into Daya’s hold as she swung her arm around your shoulder. Acrylic coffin shaped fingernails dug into your bare shoulder. “Yeah, you like the pink shit, don’t you?” Looking up at her she had her nose inches from yours.
“Be right back,” the bartender said after Halle confirmed the order with him.
Daya and her almond shaped eyes, a color so deep yet swirling with a lighter shade that added that extra spark, gazed down at you, the woman a few inches taller than you especially in her heels. Her long, slender nose was positioned perfectly in the center of her bronzed face, striking features that complimented and contrasted perfectly with the softness of her wideset, fuller lips.
Oh shit, she was pretty.
“I do like the… the pink shit,” you muttered and she smiled, her teeth a bright white, insanely straight. “Do you like the pink shit?”
She narrowed her eyes and came closer to you. “Depends who’s asking.”
Nerves flooded your veins. “Okay,” you breathed, laughing it off, wiggling around in her hold to glance at Halle who rocked to the beat of the music. “Where’d they go?” Her and her warm eyes looked over to you, her gaze less intense than Daya’s. Halle was pretty too, it was clear why she and Minghao had been together for years. She wore the same unbothered energy her husband did. “The guys?” you asked after she questioned you with a look.
“Oh, someone they know is here,” she said quickly, waving her hand in the direction they walked off in as if to tell you to ignore it. “They were suffocating anyway, we have to be stuck here all month with them, we girls need to stick together.” The bartender came back and slid several shots full of sparkling pink in front of the three of you. “This rounds on me, ladies.”
With Daya’s arm still around you, you looked back at her. “Where’s your kids?” you asked, shifting your gaze between them both as they took one of the shots.
Daya licked her lips and smacked the glass down on the bar. “Who knows.”
“We have nannies,” Halle scoffed, shooting a glare at her friend. “They’re asleep at the hotel, in good hands.”
A smirk pricked your lips. “You have a baby and you don’t care about her?” The way Daya looked at you made you want to laugh aloud, but you kept it within you. Halle’s eyes shot open so wide she had to turn away for a few seconds.
“Yes I do,” Daya said, a little harshly. “Take your shots, princess, I know you can drink more than this.” Giving her a smile that made her hand tighten on your shoulder, you took each shot like it was nothing, three of them right in a row, faster than Halle or Daya. “There we go,” she snickered, waving the bartender down to your end. “More of whatever the fuck this was.”
Blurrier, louder, more exciting. With each round the atmosphere in the bar fueled the energy within you, it pulled you back onto the dance floor with the girls, the three of you holding hands dancing and singing along to the music you once hated but now adored. You invited other girls into your circle, dancing with them while they opened their phone cameras and snapped selfies and videos, talking to you like they knew you, because they did. Boys tried to talk to you too, and you entertained it, but never let get any further than dancing beside you. Your boy was here somewhere, with someone, doing who knows what. 
The second your brain remembered him you wanted nothing else. His hands, his lips, his body, his everything.
Whirling around in a circle, searching each corner, each group of people bobbing up and down in the lights, you found him by the hall to the bathrooms lounging in one of the booths with Hoshi and Minghao sitting on the seats in the other. Mingyu had a leg stretched over the cushion and his back pressed to the wall with his head knocked back. The three spoke close together, their heads nodding a bit, their eyes telling stories you weren’t sure you wanted to know about.
The three buttons undone on his shirt called to you. His hair pushed back from his forehead pulled you in. Wandering away from your group on the dance floor you followed the siren call that was simply his energy, his aura, his appearance. He clocked you halfway, a devilish smirk lighting up his lips as he watched you sway.
“Hey baby,” he said once your knees hit the booth cushion. Crawling over his leg and onto his lap, you straddled his waist and moved with him as he placed both feet to the floor and his back to the booth. Sliding your arms around his neck you pressed your chest to his and locked your lips together, not wasting any time and working them over his cheek, across his jaw, and down his neck. “See, she likes me now,” he said to Hoshi and Minghao, the three of them sharing a knowing laugh, one that didn’t bother you in the moment. Hands moving to your waist, Mingyu held you still over his lap, stopping you from grinding on top of him like you were beginning to. “Yeah, we’re out of here soon,” he said to his friends that left for their own wives amidst a conversation you couldn’t keep up with, too drunk on warm, smooth, golden skin to care.
“Mingyu,” you whispered, finding his lips.
“Isla,” he whispered back, big hands smoothing over your exposed thighs, mini skirt riding higher than it should be right now. “Having fun?” He caught your lips in a quick kiss.
“Yes,” you breathed within the shared air.
He half smirked, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass. “You like it here? Seems like you do.” 
“I do,” you nodded, “No one’s bothering me now.”
Mingyu curled his brow. “Us? Or, other people?”
“Other people,” you said without a second thought and kissed him. He let it go on for a minute or so, pulling away when your tongue drug along his teeth. 
“You don’t like other people talking to you?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hips that longed to move. The music, the intoxication, his body, you wanted something, you wanted him.
“Not while I’m trying to do this.” Wiggling your hips, or trying to, he laughed, then he released his hold and let you have your way with him. Grinding down on his length half hard in his pants, you sighed and caught him in a sloppy kiss. He took his hands to the back of your neck, pressing his thumbs into the sides creating some sort of pressure to make you groan. You weren’t sure how long you spent lost in him, enough to build up pressure within you.
“Let me ask you a question, baby,” he said and you whined.
“No, just kiss me.”
“No, no,” he snickered, yanking you backward, wrapping a hand around the bun in your hair. “Hang on.” Trying to lean forward, tongue lolling out from your lips, he smiled and shook his head. “Tonight at dinner,” he said, pausing, taking a second to study your face. “Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me, I’m nervous, even more now that you’re mine…”
Your heart beat steadily between your lungs. “Tell me. What happened?”
Mingyu pulled his lips between his teeth and blinked a few times. Releasing a breath through a laugh, he asked, “What’s the thing with Hansol?” Your stomach did a cartwheel, every shot in your system making itself known. “I just… I wanna make sure you’re okay, you were looking at him, he was looking at you…”
A gulp betrayed you, one Mingyu picked up on. “He was looking at me?”
Maintaining face, Mingyu analyzed yours. “Yeah, he was, he couldn’t stop.” You tried your best to withhold every emotion this made you feel. He was looking at you, too. When? When you weren’t looking at him? Which was when? You barely drank at dinner, you wouldn’t have missed it. “And then, it made me think of what happened at practice today, so…”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” you whispered. Attempting to lean forward, he held you back.
“So you do know him,” he said.
“I- Yeah,” you shrugged, “He went to Nasara at the same time as me.”
He was quiet, then his smile grew. “Of course he did.”
“Leave it alone,” you said, trying to kiss him again.
“No, c’mon,” he laughed, taking his other hand to your waist where it had been, holding you down. “Tell me, baby. What did my baseball player loving girlfriend do with him in college?”
Whining, wriggling in his grasp, you said, “I don’t want to talk about him.” Pausing, you played back his words and pouted. “And I am not a baseball player lover.”
“Oh, baby,” he smirked. “I beg to differ.” All of your defense fell. Dropping your hands into your lap you sat back on his thighs and slouched your shoulders. “You guys were friends?”
“Mingyu, stop,” you whispered without much fight left in you. Even a shake of your head, the pleading of your eyes wouldn’t shut him up. He stared back at you, his eyes taking in every microexpression.
“What,” he began, and his eyes narrowed, like your thoughts were plastered onto your forehead. “Did you guys sleep together or something?” Your throat tightened. Every limb on your body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
“Gyu- We- Just, leave it alone.”
Weak.
His face lit up with something you’ve never seen before. “Ohhoho… Okay, sure.” Wrapping his arms around your back he moved off the cushion of the booth, relishing in how you clung to him for balance before he got you on your feet. His hands held onto you with a power that both excited you and frightened you. You’ve never experienced jealous Mingyu. “We’re out of here.”
It went by in a blur, him moving you from the bar to the hotel and up into his room where the clothes you wore hit the floor in seconds. In the dark his hands were on you, touching you, squeezing you, pleasuring you, making you feel so good, too good, and he still wore all his clothes. Face buried in your chest, lips wrapping around the delicate skin leaving purple marks in their wake while his fingers worked within you, drawing you to the edge too many times and he still wore all his clothes.
You didn’t have any extra breath to give him, to ask him to take them off, you couldn’t say anything but his name, which was what he wanted. His other hand clamped to your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks so tight your lips stayed parted for him to kiss, nip at, spit into. He worked you dumb, your world entirely too blurry, too fuzzy to tell him to slow down, but you didn’t want him to. 
It was Mingyu. All him. You couldn’t think about anything else.
Just the way he wanted you.
It wasn’t until his head was between your thighs that you could finally utter something other than Mingyu. “Inside, Gyu,” you whispered, fingers clawing at his curls so tight he was groaning against you. “Please, please, need you in me.”
Letting go of your thighs he stood with a smile and took his hands to his belt buckle after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Smiling down at you, eyes heavy and full of lust, he asked, “Condom?”
Unable to move, you blinked up at him and tried to shake your head. “I don’ care.”
“Oh, my pretty girl,” he groaned, shoving his pants to the floor, kicking them away. Grabbing your ankles he pulled you closer and sunk into you, a delicious moan pouring from both of you. “Never let me hit it raw,” he groaned, taking his time with a few strokes. “Who’s fuckin’ you, baby?”
Clawing at the sheets, you writhed beneath him and choked out, “You, Mingyu, you are.” He pushed your knees backward and laid over top of you, pistoling his hips into yours.
“Say it again.”
Lips caressed your cheek, stirring you awake.
Deja vu.
The sun, the curtains, the bedding, the nakedness, the sore body, the hangover.
Except now Mingyu was crouched beside you dressed for training.
“Hi,” he whispered, his cheeks full of joy. Taking a breath, you couldn’t do anything but blink at him. “I got you a coffee already,” he said, resting his chin on the mattress. Taking a hand to your cheek he drug his thumb beneath your bottom lashes. “Come today. I want you in the stands.” A smile found his lips. “Our first season together, I wanna start it right.” He waited for you to answer but recognized he wasn’t going to get one. “Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, I’ll have a car waiting for you.”
He left so fast you didn’t even hear the door close. You couldn’t put two senses together.
Another day, another hangover.
You felt like dogshit.
Taking your time to sit up, knowing this time you really felt like you could be sick, when you peeled the sheets back and caught a glimpse of your body you groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. He made a mess of you. Hickeys littered your chest, hopefully not your neck, and the insides of your thighs. You’re certain the tiny blue marks in a rounded line on your hips were from his fingers, he had you flipped every which way last night you supposed.
You barely remembered it.
But you remembered Vernon.
The way he looked at you, how he brushed you away, when you told you he loved you.
As in past tense.
It brought you a brand new physical pain you’ve never experienced, one lodged between your lungs, pulling on your heart. A hole punched there, a wound so big you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do about it. You could drink it away, have Mingyu fuck it away, but clearly it’d come right back when neither of those things were happening.
“Did you even read any of the messages I sent you at the end of last year?”
Every single one.
He was the first to message you, the first to call you, to try to get a hold of you while you cried in DK’s backseat. For days he sent little anecdotes of care, asking you if you were alright, hoping and wishing that you were safe, that you weren’t being too hard on yourself. He sent a long text the day after the dinner ITZ and ATZ shared, and he was angry. He found out you were with DK, that you left school, but he wasn’t angry with you. He was angry with Yeji, the president, for keeping your absence a weird secret from everyone, not telling anybody that you were leaving, that you withdrew from school completely.
The messages to follow were of shorter stature, and they came less frequently. Each one, between the lines, you could feel what he was feeling. Sometimes he’d call you, or try to, without it accompanying a message, hoping that maybe you’d pick up if he rang. He constantly wished you well with each text, encouraged you to do better, that he knew you would be okay, that DK would help, that you should do whatever he tells you and follow your big brother's advice.
The last one he ever sent, right around Christmas, a week before the first story of you and Mingyu erupted, he shared some words that would forever strangle you completely. Mentions of you meaning the world to him, or something, and him saying he hopes he’ll see you soon, that you’re his best friend and he has so much to tell you.
It haunts you, that message.
You should’ve answered it. That should’ve been the moment you called him.
But Mingyu had just bought you diamond earrings for Christmas. You opened them Christmas morning with both your families watching, the group of you lounging in the living room of the Kim’s mountain cabin surrounded by mile high trees, snow, and mugs of hot chocolate, the place fit to house several families at once.
You should’ve answered it.
“That’s all you got?!” you shouted, your voice echoing onto the field over Vernons head from where you sat behind home plate. Leaning against the barricade you watched him swing, just missing the ball. Dropping the bat to the dirt he flashed you a look over his shoulder, his smile teasing his lips, and started to unstrap his gloves. His coach gathered the things on the mound and began straightening up the field.
“I told you to heckle, not to be mean,” he breathed, making a face.
You pouted and he laughed. “Did I hurt your feelings, Nonie?”
“Ew,” he spat. “Don’t call me that. My little cousins call me that.” Lifting his hands over his head he stretched and groaned, leaning side to side. 
“Fine,” you sighed. His eyes shut, his brows flatlining above them. Leaving your seat you wandered through the stands and hopped into the dugout, taking yourself out onto the field to meet him where he stood. “Where’s it hurt?”
Vernon brought his arms to his side slowly, looking at you like he was trying to keep his discomfort hidden. “Everywhere,” he whispered, and you let out a laugh together. Reaching for his arms you unstrapped everything else he had on him, and he watched, quietly.
“Come on,” you said, shoving his gear into your arms. Dropping to the ground you picked up his bat and nodded your head. “Where do these go?” Massaging his own elbows he took in the sight of you carrying all of his things and took a deep breath.
“Uh,” he stammered, “Locker room. My bags are in there.”
“Okay, let’s go,” you said, and started for the dugout and the stairs that awaited you there.
“Hansol,” his coach called out, stopping you both. The man eyed you, then Vernon. “Good work today, I’ll see you here same time tomorrow.”
Vernon nodded once. “Same time tomorrow.” When he turned to you he furrowed his brows and held up a finger, stopping your thoughts that longed to come out of your mouth. “You leave him alone,” he said, passing by you.
“You need a break,” you said, following him down into the dugout and through the door into the locker room. Showers lined one wall, double stacked lockers lined the other. It was a smaller space, definitely smaller than the locker rooms at Lions Stadium in Iloa, but it was good enough for Vernon and his team.
He took to his locker and pulled it open, waving you to his side. “I don’t,” he said with a smile, taking some of his things from your arms. “I’m fine.” Gloves, gear, straps, buckles, it all went into his locker. The only thing left in your hands was his bat, a sleek black with a silver V etched into the top in a stunning font.
“You just told me everything hurts,” you said, stepping closer to him, leaning against the cool metal of the Nasara blue lockers. He copied you, thinning his lips, facing you. A few inches lived between the two of you. “You wanted me to break your hand-”
“It was a joke, Iya, I just-”
You closed the space, your middle touching his, the tips of your toes meeting. “I don’t find it very funny.” He dropped his gaze down, looking between you. “What are they working you like this for? Where’s your team? Why are you alone?”
Vernon nibbled his bottom lip and hit you with a subtle shrug before he met your eyes. “I dunno, I was… I was hoping it was, yanno, good things, but Coach has me doing the same stuff over and over. He won’t even tell me why we’re doing what we’re doing, I think I’m,” his voice trailed off as his eyebrows scrunched together, “Think I’m not doing as well as I thought I was.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, reaching for one of his hands, toying with the roughness of his fingers, his palm. He looked down at it and tried to smile. “He just told you you did great.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “To keep me coming back.” When he met your eyes, his gaze shattered your heart. “This is the part where guys start to give up. I’m a senior, well over the age a lot of guys in the MLB were when they were drafted and signed, if it doesn’t happen soon, I…”
“It will,” you whispered. Letting go of his hand you drug your fingers up his arm and gently dug your fingers into his muscle. His eyes fluttered shut with the quietest groan. The muscle was hard, full of knots, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. “Come here,” you whispered, moving him to the wide bench along the length of the lockers. “Sit down.” Placing him on the edge, you straddled the bench behind him, your thighs framing his hips. “You can keep talking to me, just let me do this.”
“Do wha- Oh my god,” he groaned the second your thumbs dug into his shoulders. A breathless laugh tumbled from your lips. “I don’t think I- Oh, god.” His head tipped backward. “Is this what they teach you in- in class?”
Popping your brows, working your fingers harder, deeper into the tissue, you said, “Kinda. On days when I can pay attention.” He groaned, lips shut, the sound emitting deep from his chest. Sucking in a deep breath, ignoring the way every groan made your heart feel, you took your hands down his knotty back and worked them there over his sleeveless shirt. “Did you know, these muscles back here, if you don’t take care of them, they could cost you your career?”
Vernon took a breath between grunts and shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “That’s your job, the therapist tells me what to- fuck, tells me what to work on- H’mygod.”
Leaning forward, pressing your chest to his back, you whispered in his ear and a shiver ran down his spine, one you could feel in the tips of your fingers. “That feel good?”
“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Don’t say that right now.”
You smiled. “Why not?”
“Because,” he pushed from his lips fast. “Just keep… Keep going.”
“But, does it-”
“Yes, Iya,” he hissed. “It feels good.”
You wished you were in front of him, in both places at once, you wanted to see his face, wanted to see what he looked like while he groaned and melted into your touch. Taking your hands all over his back, taking your time in places tighter than others, his exhausted self didn’t hold back, he told you what was good, what needed more, where he needed you, where he wanted you. Your heart pounded in your chest, you prayed he couldn’t feel it with how he leaned against you now, your fingers rubbing into his neck, toward his jaw. He rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed, his breath hitching in his chest with every sound that came out of him.
“Noisy boy,” you whispered, slowing your fingers that were starting to get achey. Keeping them on his shoulders, he blinked open his eyes and turned his head to look at you, his entire being relaxed, sleepy. Your thighs hugged his body, his waist, he fit perfectly between your legs.
“You’re good at that, I can’t help it,” he whispered. He must’ve realized how he was sitting, splayed back on you like you held onto his consciousness through your ministrations of his body, because he tried to sit up, his body moving slow, heavy. 
You kept him in place, holding him back, keeping him pressed to you. Giving you a look, his brows showing the slightest bit of pure curiosity, you took a breath and slid your hands down his chest keeping your eyes locked on his. Placing them right over his heart, you paused, and waited.
Then you felt it.
His heart beat in time with yours, racing faster than it should be for what you were just doing to him. Shifting, trying to move, Vernon hummed his disapproval of what you were feeling. The smallest smile graced your lips.
“No,” he whispered, smiling with you. “You started it, I felt yours first.”
Flickering your eyes to his parted lips, you held your breath and looked back at his hooded gaze. “Can I kiss you?” 
“Please,” he whispered.
Taking a hand to his curls, leaving the other over his heart, you dipped your chin down and altered the relationship you shared with him forever. His lips, soft, a little shy, met yours and he sucked in a breath, his heart beating quicker, heavier. A single breath between parted lips was like a switch flipped, in seconds his energy came back and he was pulling you off the bench and onto his lap, helping you straddle his waist comfortably on the wood beneath him.
With your hands on his jaw you kept his head tipped upward, not wanting to waste a second without his lips on yours. Your body melted into his with his arms around your back, his fingertips pressing you closer, holding you tight, yet ever so gently. The way you responded to one another, your bodies, your breath, it was unlike anything you’ve ever shared with anyone else. In just a few heated kisses a warmth filled your being, tangled with your veins, your heart, pooling in your center telling you that this was it.
It was Vernon. This was it, everything you’d ever need.
As much as it terrified you, you'd never felt more sure about anything, god, you felt like you could cry, like so much was pent up within you, so many things you’ve teased him with, teased each other with, but deep down knew was horrifically true.
Without thinking you rolled your hips against him and felt him smile into your kiss. Hands with a mind of their own, they scrambled for the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, two blushing smiles meeting in the middle all over again once it hit the floor. Kissing you, long and slow, his hands took their time dropping the hoodie from your shoulders, the grey cotton meeting his shirt where it was dropped. Lips ghosting each other, he brushed his nose over yours, shivering as your fingers danced down his bare chest and tugged at the strap of the shorts he wore that made it so painfully obvious what he wanted.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a whisper, his smile never seeming to leave his face.
Rolling your hips a bit, you smirked as a breath corrupted his lungs. “Finishing what you started,” you whispered, and kissed the tip of his nose. “Can I take these off?”
Vernon breathed through a laugh. “Yeah, you’ve seen it before.”
“Right,” you giggled and tugged at the elastic. “Can I taste it?”
His hips pushed up beneath you as another breath shot through him. “You, fu- Iya, hang on,” he rambled on as you giggled and worked him out of his shorts. “If you- If you do, I won’t be able to- fuck.” Straddling his waist again you wrapped a hand around the bottom of his length, smiling as you gave him a good squeeze.
Leaning into him you caught his lips in a kiss. “You grower,” you teased, and he tried to laugh with you. “Holy shit, V. Can I…”
Steadying his breath, or trying to, he narrowed his eyes. “Can you, what?” he asked, tilting his chin just to brush his lips over yours, not even to kiss you. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“You have me.”
Kissing him, a soft whine was muffled by his lips, his tongue slipping between your lips this time. Moving off of him, your lips the last thing to leave him, he watched you where he sat, chest rising with each breath he took. Fingers finding the zipper of your mini skirt, Vernon reached forward and shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, slotting you between his legs. Looking up at you, he took you out of your skirt, then pushed up the hem of your tank, pressing kisses to the skin above the thin stretch of lace waiting for him beneath the denim.
“That skirt makes me crazy by the way,” he whispered, both of you laughing. Pressing his nose to your skin, his fingers curled over the lace and pushed it down your thighs, his lips worshiping this unexplored part of your body. Big brown eyes gazed up at you and you couldn’t take anymore. With a smile you leapt on top of him, tangling your fingers in his hair, engulfing his lips with yours. Reaching between your bodies you wrapped a hand around him and parted from him to rise to your knees, but his hands latched onto your shoulders, both worry and disappointment in his eyes. “Iya, Iya, wait,” he whispered, mentally kicking himself. “Are we not gonna… Do you want me to… I don’t- I don’t have anything here, or on me.”
You admired his worry, you smiled at him, reassuring him with a kiss. “I’ve seen you make double plays,” you whispered and his eyes softened. “I trust your sense of timing.” Before he could say anything else, protest about your safety like you knew he would want to, like you’ve been doing to him for weeks, the hypocrite, you kissed him, and you sunk down on him, moaning into his mouth at the stretch and how his hands gripping onto your hips in a hurry, his fingers digging into your skin.
Neither of you moved, for several seconds, maybe minutes, you held onto one another, pressed chest to chest, sharing nothing but the laziest kisses and labored breaths. He was the first to move, flipping you over to your back, the wood cold against your skin making you gasp.
“No, come on,” you whispered, half a laugh coming out with it. “Let me take care of you.”
Vernon smiled, pressing his lips to your cheek and down your jaw. With the slowest push of his hips your jaw fell open and he caught your parted lips in a kiss. “You already did that,” he whispered, lowering himself on top of you, “My turn.”
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echo1321 · 1 year ago
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NFL, NBA, MLB players, etc. watch film to learn. I watch tickle gifs to learn.
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roosterforme · 7 months ago
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I love your OCs and I frequently think about Everett and Piper and that little snippet of their story you once posted in an answer. Big fan of All of your work.
OMG nonny! Ev and Piper! That little snippet is part of a much bigger universe where it takes them years and years to go from friends to lovers back to friends before finally really getting together, all while Ev is an ace MLB pitcher. I am TICKLED that you still think about them!
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geewintg · 1 year ago
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okay despite me hating on mlb for how they butchered the series' plot bad, I'm still kickin and gigglin over the halloween special LIKE
SPOILERS AHEAD!!
man, the alternate universe's characters slap in every bum. The role reversal with adrien and gabrielle, with how gabrielle was more accepting of his wife's lose while adrien was stuck on his mother's death and he hated his father for moving on. This dynamic made more sense in my opinion because adrien, a teenager, a boy who lost a mother-figure when he was young, would be bitter about the loss, not knowing how to cope yet with certain emotions and seeing his father who looked moved on already amplified it further because in this sense, it made him lonelier. Gabrielle would have prob tried to talk to him but knowing how the usual mentality of people in this age goes, they would stubbornly believe and cling onto their own wishes and wants, seeing his father's act of acceptance as betrayal and already forgetting about his mom. He doesn't have the mental and emotional maturity yet to cope with the loss hence he walked down the path which was clawnoir. Unlike in the orig series where gabrielle was the one hell-bent trying to get his wife back while adrien just wanted his father to spend time with him.
I mean, it's not like this dynamic did not make sense. It's just that I saw the appeal more with the role reversed as this is how things with the lost of a family member goes. AND CAN I JUST SAY,
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IT HAS THE TROPE OF MR POPULAR HAVING A CRUSH ON A NORMAL BAKER GIRL AUGHHHGHHGH it's tickling my brain in all of its weak spots I CAN'T this is just so cute honestly
that act of "admiring you in a distance" is so 😩😩 PLEASE WE COULD HAVE SEEN MORE but then in their masked forms, it's "I'll punch your face the moment I get an opportunity" they fight so badly it's not even what you can say a banter, they fight with raw emotions that scrapes your ears like chalk scratching on a board exactly just like teens who are going through a lot and the moment they revealed their identities, there was a hint of comfort that clawnoir awkwardly tried to portray because in the end, he realized, they were just two people underneath the mask who have rough things they're going through, added the fact that emo!marinette said she'd wish to replace marinette of this universe just so she could experience the good things here (of course it's also the fact that she's his crush which was another major factor to consider but I wanna pretend that the former is the explanation for angst factor xd)
they literally had this enemies to lovers trope going on, partners who are only forced to cooperate by a higher rank but could care less about the other. Can I just say that the emo!duo had more character arc than our mains for so many seasons? In this little flashbacks and small trinkets of what happened in their world, we are able to see more depth to their characters and progression to their plot. If only we could have focused more on the emo au, I would have jumped right into that ship to sail me away! Instead, we got an ending that focused on the actual au that we have. LIKE I DO NOT GIVE AF! Would give anything to see about the father-son angst of the emo au instead, like imagine, having to see that you've been fighting your son all along and because gabrielle, being the way that he is, would be crushed knowing that his actions are partly responsible for his son's path to darkness
also, I wanna tackle about emo!marinette's, when she said
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that means that these two never have been formally introduced but she showed her frustration about adrien agreste being a menace and arrogant. Meanwhile, adrien only talked about specifically being mean to nino. But it's prob a chloe-marinette dynamic with adrien being stuck up to everyone but only targeting nino specifically. That's why shadybug groaned when hearing adrien agreste despite having no one-on-one interaction with him because as we saw, he became timid when he saw her identity. There would be no way he'd harm her theoretically. He may have struck a conversation with her sure, but considering his already-bad reputation, emo!marinette would have thought of him as a bully much like chloe, knowing they're childhood friends and would want as much to avoid him (this is literally what happened in s1e1 with adrien trying to remove the gum off marinette's seat that chloe did) emo!marinette is basing it off on two-peas-in-a-pod friendship, plus with what he did to emo!nino, no doubt marinette would see it that way.
also! I just wanna add that what if, what if the emo!adrien is dressed like we see him as is because of marinette who took on the emo aesthetic (if we did not include the halloween special vibe lmao), he did that style in order to get close to her and to have some ground topic to start a conversation. People tend to stick with people of the same interests after all.
man, there's more I wanna say about this halloween special but let's leave it at that for today. I also wanna hear what you guys think about this special episode? Because honestly, there's so much potential for this au and the fics AUGHHH THE FICS JUST IMAGINE
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verfound · 11 months ago
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FIC: Of Goodnight Kisses, Late Night I Love Yous, and Karaoke Meet Cutes (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Secret Sprinty Santa)
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: Teen
Summary: It’s three in the morning, and Luka just wanted to kiss Marinette goodnight.  Marinette has an important meeting in three hours, and she just wants to sleep.  (He’s lucky she loves him.  He’s even luckier she didn’t realize she just told him so.)
Author’s Notes/Warnings: There is a much longer note on the Archive that can be summed up as: merry Christmas @nerdypanda3126 I'm your Secret Santa 😁 For the Secret Sprinty Santa over at @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers. In an attempt at tackling two of her prompts, I sprinted two fics and glued them together with love 🖤
“Of Goodnight Kisses, Late Night I Love Yous, and Karaoke Meet Cutes”
“…if that clock says anything before six thirty, Couffaine, I am dumping your ass,” Marinette grumbled, batting at Luka and scrunching her face up as the scratchy hairs of his not-quite-really-a-beard-yet tickled against her cheek. He smiled and caught her hand, squeezing her fingers as he pressed a kiss against her cheek anyway. “If it’s three, I’m fucking murdering you.”
…he had to admit: he did have a bad habit of that.  Waking her up at three AM.
God, he loved her. She was usually more...refined, leaving the grumpy swearing for the Boat Kid he was, but when she was tired and cranky and he was waking her up at…he winced when he glanced at the phone on the bedside charger and saw that it was, in fact, three o’clock in the morning.
Ah well. Death by Marinette would be a hell of a way to go.
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samatheia229 · 6 months ago
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Gateway Fic or Ruining of Canon?: The Double-Edged Sword of Reading Fanfiction Without Knowing the Source Material
One thing you should know about me is this: I love Outsider POVs an unhealthy amount. I have a separate tab open for this specific tag on my browser and I obsessively reload it every few hours. There’s just something about them that uniquely tickles my brain in a way that other kinds of fics don’t. Maybe it’s some sense of schadenfreude, reading from this out-of-the-loop perspective while we, the readers, are in the know. The feeling of “I know something that you don’t.” Maybe it’s getting to see our favourite characters from a fresh perspective. 
In DC comic Outsider POVs, specifically Batman ones, we get to see what Gotham thinks of their resident vigilantes and how the Bats’ dynamics with each other looks like to an outsider, who doesn’t know the full extent of the intricacies of their relationships. 
There are a lot of reasons why I enjoy Outsider POVs, one of which is the main point of this post.
PART I: GATEWAY FIC
I really do owe it to the POV Outsider tag. Because of it, I have been introduced to so many new fandoms. They've been either the final push I needed to get into fandoms that I knew of but was never really interested in or blindside me and pull me into a new fandom entirely. 
Reading spooky eldritch Danny POVs finally got me into Danny Phantom. One bored scroll and random click introduced me to ROTTMNT, a new favourite of mine (as a Disney kid who grew up with 2012 airing and disliked it, suffice to say Rise's magic and vibrant art was what drew me in). I read a Julie and the Phantoms Outsider POV fic out of curiosity, which made me look it up, and the phenomenal music was the final nail in the coffin. (Please do yourself a favour and listen to the soundtrack.) The onslaught of Good Omens fics flooding the tag following the release of S2, not that I knew it at the time, prompted me to check it out, and lo’ and behold, I am waiting for S3 and praying for my cottagecore-husbands happy ending. Reading a social media AU for Red, White and Royal Blue pushed me to finally buy the book. 
They’ve also gotten me back into fandoms. I fell in love with ATLA again after reading a fic about the palace staff’s opinions on Fire Lord Zuko during the start of his reign; I got back into Assassination Classroom and Haikyuu because of delightful outsider fics. I also started reading Miraculous Ladybug fics again after dropping the whole thing mid-S3, which was a nice full-circle moment since MLB is what got me into fanfic in the first place.
The point is, Outsider POVs have been my gateway into a lot of amazing fandoms that I would not have otherwise checked out and my way back into fandoms that I haven’t been in for a while. 
However, reading fanfiction without knowing the source material can be a double-edged sword. And as of last month, I finally cut myself with it. 
PART II: RUINING OF CANON
Fanfiction is never really an accurate portrayal of canon. By very definition, it cannot be and it seldom is. Fanfiction has a warped lens — characters, their dynamics and the worlds in which they inhabit are written based on an author’s interpretation of the source material. Most fanfic authors actively try to change the source material when they find a part of it lacking or unsatisfactory. That’s the point of fanfiction. Fanfiction exists to explore the infinite possibilities of worlds that could have been, of timelines that never came to pass, of relationships that could have been forged and nurtured but never were. 
But what happens when you, as a reader, are exposed to fanon first? What happens when you end up liking fanon more than canon? 
The short answer: Disappointment and a smaller bank account.
The long answer: You could say that I had it coming. I never really liked dark fantasy, but I love every Six of Crows fanfic I’ve read so I finally decided to read the books. But, gods, I am struggling. And it sucks so much because I do love the characters and Ketterdam and the Suicide Squad-like concept. I can read fanfic for 5 hours straight but barely make my way through a single chapter. I tried switching to another book and coming back to it and still, I trudge through it. It’s terrible. Have I fallen for a romanticised, fanon version of SoC that delivers the found family of criminals that I was promised? Do the books not have that vibe and that’s why I can’t get into them, because I’ve been riding on false expectations?
This is a first for me. I have no issues with spoilers and such because I still enjoy knowing how we got to that point as much as I enjoy going in blindly. I learned the entirety of BNHA via osmosis by reading fanfiction but I still liked the anime when I watched it. Similarly, I read PJO fanfiction long before I read the series, and I still had a delightful time reading Percy's adventures. The fact that I’m not experiencing the same thing with SoC is truly, deeply upsetting. I’m still holding out hope since I'm already halfway through but I might have to DNF if this drags on for another month.
TLDR; There’s nothing wrong with reading fanfic of fandoms you’re not a part of. It might get you into it like the numerous times it did for me. But it could also end up with you liking the fics more than the source material. So, be warned, I guess. 
(Also, if someone has a solution to my SoC problem, do advise, please and thank you. DNF is a last resort.)
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killaura · 2 years ago
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the lady on the phone for mlb customer care (was having trouble adding a card) asked if I was a cubs fan and seemed absolutely tickled when I told her no and that I was trying to get tickets for fall out boy
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laresearchette · 1 year ago
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Tuesday, October 03, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES? 72 SECONDS IN RITTENHOUSE SQUARE (Paramount +) THE TOP TEN REVEALED (AXS Canada) 7:00pm CATFISH (MTV Canada) 8:00pm PARKING LOT PAYDAY (AXS Canada) 8:30pm FOUND (City TV) 10:00pm
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT FBI TRUE (CBS Feed) HOSTAGE 911 (TBD - Investigation Discovery)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA MAKE ME SCREAM
NETFLIX CANADA BETH STELLING: IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME THEN
MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 3:00pm: Rangers vs. Rays - Game #1 (SN) 4:30pm: Jays vs. Twins - Game #1 (GO JAYS!!!) (SN1) 7:00pm: Diamondbacks vs. Brewers - Game #1 (SN/SN360) 8:00pm: Marlins vs. Phillies - Game #1
WNBA BASKETBALL (TSN/TSN3) 8:00pm: Sun vs. Liberty - Game #5
THIS HOUR HAS 22 MINUTES (CBC) 8:00pm
MARY MAKES IT EASY (CTV Life) 8:00pm: Meat Cute
STILL STANDING (CBC) 8:30pm: Gracefield, PQ: For over 100 years, small-scale farming and logging fuelled Gracefield's economy, but it hit a slump in the 1990s; things are turning around thanks to newcomers and new interests.
COMFORT FOOD WITH SPENCER WATTS (CTV Life) 8:30pm: Spencer cooks up comfort food with a little heat to tickle taste buds, including Cajun shrimp cakes with a creole etouffee, and Brazilian moqueca with halibut and shrimp.
GOLD RUSH (Discovery Channel Canada) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Parker weighs betting everything on a new claim that could pay out upward of $160 million; Rick Ness reemerges after going MIA; one family member's decision rattles the Beets; Tony gets long-awaited news.
AMY (documentary) 9:00pm: Archival footage and personal testimonials present an intimate portrait of the life and career of British singer/songwriter Amy Winehouse.
GESPE'GEWA'GI: THE LAST LAND (APTN) 9:30pm: Captain Durney Nicholas is a lifelong fisher from Pictou Landing First Nation, N.S. In this episode, he marks his fourth decade on the water with the start of lobster season. With his calm confidence, he can catch just about anything he sets out for.
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news247planet · 1 year ago
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#MLB's #Pitch #Baseball MLB’s new pitch clock lastly made me love baseball https://news247planet.com/?p=269315
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ga-lee-tica · 3 years ago
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congrats on opening requests!! yo can u plz hit me with some of those miraculous ladybug bug and cat team headcanons 😔😔 yknow those heroes probably t word eachother on a daily basis
AAAAAAH THANK YOU. Seeing this request made me so happy! I've got hcs for both Ladybug and Chat Noir and then some random hcs for characters that we dont know too much about .With that said, hcs coming right up!
Ladybug:
CANONICALLY TICKLISH
Lee:
I'd say she's 8/10 on the ticklish scale
As a lee she could either be shy or teasy
SQUIRMER
Even just a poke to the side will get her squealing
Usually gets tickled by Chat Noir or Rena Furtive
If she's been tickled for a while she starts snorting
Her laughter is very contagious. It's a beautiful mix of squeals and hiccups
Will hide her face in embarrassment
If she is in a lee mood, she will purposely mess with Chat. Unfortunately he is too oblivious to notice so she just has to ask him for tickles
Her worst spots are her sides and hips
A very cute lee
You better watch out
Ler:
She is a menace to lees everywhere
We all remember what haooened to Darkblade and Miraculer (Miraculer? More like MiracuLEE)
Can and will trap people with her yoyo
She complements the lee's laughter and teases in a sing songy voice
Imagine a feather quill as a lucky charm
Although she isn't the person to start a tickle fight she would definitely put up a good fight
She literally went "Want some more?" When tickling Miraculer. If that isn't teasy then I don't know what is
Will usually tickle Chat to knock him down a peg
In conclusion: Evil
ADORABLE
Chat Noir:
Lee:
10/10 on the ticklish scale
Isn't used to being tickled since he had no one who WOULD ACTUALLY SHOW LOVE TOWARDS HIM (I'M LOOKING AT YOU GABRIEL)
He is everyone's number 1 victim
Melts into the touch
PURRS
Can't handle belly rubs or chin scratches
He is a kicker
You can automatically tell he's in a lee mood as he becomes more shy and blushy OR he's more cocky then usual
He's too shy to ask for tickles so he has to provoke someone
His worse spots are his tummy, and neck
Usually gets attacked by Ladybug for his goofy shenanigans
Usually he is very teasy but he does has a soft side, especially if Ladybug is the lee in the situation
Ler:
Can be quite cocky
Will always make sure that the lee is comfortable
The most flustering teases you'll ever hear
Cat claws
Will make puns related to tickling just to fluster the lee
Evil grin
Overall: He's just evil when he wants to be
Other hcs for other characters:
TICKLE FIGHTS ARE SO COMMON AMONG THE HERO TEAM.
Usually Ladybug, Pigella, Vesperia, Viperion and Polymouse win the fights
Pigella can use her power when someone is in a lee mood and fluster them even more
Rooster Bold's weapon is literally a quill. AND HE IS A WRITER
Caprikid's weapon is a paintbrush. AND HE IS AN ARTIST
Caprikid and Rooster Bold are the unstoppable duo that no one can take down in a tickle fight. Just imagine a soft feather-like touch on your sides only to find someone writing the word "ticklish" on them
The item used to create a sentimonster is a feather. I think we know where that escalates
Polymouse can divide herself and can attack everyone's spots all at once.
Weapons like the yoyo, skipping rope, spinning top and the bolas (Purple Tigresses' weapon) can be good for trapping people
Viperion will call everyones laughter a "harmonious and catchy rhythm that you can't get enough of"
Just picture Miss hound getting belly rubs (She's also canonically ticklish)
Minotaurox is the person to go for soft tickles (He's also canonically ticklish). He's the gentle giant that always makes sure that you are confortable
Carapace can use his power to try and protect his worst spots
King Monkey is quite the teaser.
Rena Furtive. She can watch and use people's ticklishness to her advantage as she is a spy now
People that have ears on their costume are at a disadvantage
They are all cute lees and evil lers
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just-cutie-avocado · 2 years ago
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Best robots💚💙💚💙💚
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turtletimewriting · 2 years ago
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Watched Miraculous Ladybug (I’m not up to date with it but I can’t find the rest of the episodes anywhere) and have some obvious opinions. —
Yes, yes, of course all the kids get into tickle fights. The girls all get into silly teasing tickle fights where everyone’s having fun and it’s supposed to be jokey.
The boys’ tickle fights are to the death. Last man standing. This is a group torture session. Run.
Thr first time Adrien was dragged into one of these tickle fights he was absolutely overwhelmed as he did not know he was fighting for his life and everyone saw an easy target.
Marinette has the squeakiest, highest pitched squealing laugh ever. Only dogs can hear her laugh.
Alya is a very big fan of giving tickle hugs.
Chat Noir does like scritches under his chin but it is a battle between pulling away from the slight tickle and leaning into it.
His cat ears actually feel sensation and so are in fact ticklish. It’s just that no one has discovered this yet.
Ladybug gets waaaay more flustered from tickling in her suit as she thinks it’ll tickle more. It doesn’t, she just feels like she has less protection.
The Kwamis have definitely attacked her with unintentional tickles before.
Luka has the loudest and most obnoxious laugh so everyone targets him as it’s such a contrast.
Adrien would never tell a soul this but his fondest memories with his mum are from her tickle games. Not much physical affection in the family so he always treasured this. Little piggies, tickling him awake for lessons, round round the teddy bear.
I’ll have to post if I come up with more!
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ohtani imitating luis’s windup :)
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strawbbfluff · 3 years ago
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I see someone shared miraculous ladybug headcanons and I'm bored soo YPFCOYKYCOY
I wrote this in my headcanons for ladynoir but I am absolutely CONVINCED that when ladybug needs a tear of joy for her power up potions she just tickles the living shit out of cat noir
Also master fu said that a tear of joy is needed for almost every blend so thats something to think about
YOU ARE SO ABSOLUTELY CORRECT
i imagine it would go something like this
“come on, chat! i just need oooooone!” ladybug whines, giving her partner the sweetest babydoll eyes she can muster. fortunately, chat noir finds he just can’t ever say no to those adorable bluebell eyes.
“f-fine! but please be gentle this time, okay??” he sighs, holding his arms up as per routine. ladybug giggles after noticing he’s blushing furiously.
“well y’know me, i’d never give up an opportunity to make you cry with laughter~” she teases smoothly, quickly getting to work on scribbling her nimble fingers all over his poor, sensitive torso.
the tear eventually came out by the way. the spot where his underarms meet his ribs is a killer.
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