#now i must complete a winter bday fic

[mickeytheticklee]

Stayc tickle fics 👀👀👀👀

Could I please request maknae reader (so being in maknae line with J and Yoon but still the youngest) being bratty all day and giving the members kinda a hard time/annoying them and/or poking them constantly and then stayc (lovingly) ganging up on reader once back at the dorms (maybe reader was being annoying with Sieun or seeun bc you said that Sieun was a lee and Seeun was a switch I think)

Complex mission

Ler!Stayc Lee!Reader

Warning: Tickling

What's a better way to start the New Year with tickles?

It was during their video discussing their grudges they held onto other members. Since you still weren't fully close with the members you only spoke about Isa and her random cute moments. How there was a time you saw Isa petting your stuffed bear and how she was talking to it. You weren't really upset about it, you were laughing, but it wasn't a big deal. Once you came up to the stand with the cat ears the girls suddenly had a lot to say. The topic was on: sneaky fingers. The girls were constantly annoyed by your pokes and bratty attitude. Today seemed to be worse than usual. Seeun saying how she was tickled while eating breakfast or Sumin getting remarks about her small height. Then Sieun getting tickles backstage making her extra whiny. Yoon got tortured in the car, J getting chased by tickles only for her not to get tickled, Isa getting kisses which results in washing her cheek (it happened thrice before performing). Wow, everyone had a place to say something while you only said something about one member. The girls give you ten seconds to digest the complains and say your response.

Y/n: Sorry...for being cute...but sorry...

Suddenly your mood changes. While you sat on the couch you didn't have intentions on annoying the girls. You knew the whole point of it was just a positive team bonding activity but you weren't exactly positive. The girls felt pissed by your actions and seemed like they needed a genuine apology. Seeing that the girls disliked your gestures you made sure to not do it again. The girls quickly catched on to your new character. It was over 2 hours and you didn't do any tickling or putting food in higher shelves. When they got in the car Isa was insisting she was tickled but all you did was a small poke. A small poke that made you pull a half smile and put yourself to sleep. Isa puts the members into a group chat without you to discuss why you were suddenly acting differently. The girls saw it was because you thought their grudge against you was negative. The girls never imagined it that way only because they liked being annoyed by you. It was your way of showing affection. They felt bad over making you upset and wanted to rewind time to get you back. But that isn't possible without a time machine so tickling is their second option.

They got home, pretending to act serious. Sumin wanted to have one last I love you before they go into their separate beds. They said it in age order so you, the maknae, can be last. You were showering them with affection but not enough to annoy them. But when it came to you it was now a showering full of cuddles. They said I love you loud, then Isa going on top of your back while everyone else was kissing you...but then tickling you. You felt numerous hands going to your belly in attempts to poke your sides. You were now the target of the poking instead of finding one.

Y/n: What are yo-NONOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Sieun: We miss you annoying us. Can you please go back to it?

You said no, it was hard no. By that the girls stop as you moved over to the coach. The girls followed you, sitting around you as well as looking at you. Now it was their responsibility to annoy you and bombard you with tickles. Isa and Seeun was tickling your chin, cooing at how their tall maknae shouldn't be mad. She started giggling, trying to do a poker face but Seeun's tummy scribbling got to her. Now she was laughing, but not engaging in any affection the girls give her. Sumin and Seeun were on the couch, giving kisses to you while the others were trying to make you laugh. Seeing that you were weak from eight hands poking and sneaking little tickles to your feet Sumin pushed you over to your lap. You didn't want to give in, no! But with your head resting on Sumin and your legs moving to Seeun's lap you saw your belly becoming a free space the girls can dig in at.

Yoon: Seeing that you won't annoy us, we're gonna tickle you until you do get us back.

Before you can say another no the girls started and it was now time to tickle. Four of the members were handling your tummy. Sumin was giving you forehead kisses while Seeun was tickling your feet. J tickling you sent you in the biggest laughter by tickle tasering your ribs with both hands. You can tell she definitely misses you teasing her with tickles. Sieun was lightly tracing shapes on your tummy while Isa was poking your tummy, making sound effects every time she pokes it. Yoon was just squeezing your thigh, thinking about ways to tickle your tummy.

Yoon: Isa try pinching lightly from the side, that way it tickles more.

Isa: Okay!

Y/n: NO I WANNA BE DONE STOPTICKLINGMEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEH

With Isa only doing pinches on one side of your belly you squirm by moving to the other side. J takes a break from her rib tickles to level out the side tickles. But you were still squirming on one side because J was roughly tickling it. Sieun was finding her way up to your armpits and neck, but just started giving you kisses. Yoon was moving towards your foot, being the second pair of hands to tickle your feet. Two people were handling three different spots, all making you laugh. J was instructing Isa to dig deeper but if she can't do that that she can try tickling your hips. She got to your hips, lightly digging in causing an explosive laughter from your body and mouth.

Y/n: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!! PLEASE I'LL CLEAN UP THE DISHES!!

J: You know what we want. We won't stop tickling you until you agree with us.

The girls didn't care that it was late, or that in seven hours they needed to wake up for dance practice. They won't give up, they really needed you back. Seeun and Yoon were still tickling your feet. They were doing one foot at a time, using their hand to tickle one foot and then waiting three minutes to tickle the other one. There was no energy to move, plus Sumin and Sieun had control over your ticklish armpits so there was no option. With them being close to your face they can finally tease you, after being fed up with your attacks over their height.

Sumin: Our youngest is so cute when she's tickled!

Sieun: Koochie koochie koo~ aww look at you...

You didn't really hate it, you thought you deserve it with pissing off the members. But you didn't dislike being tickled because it was your love language. However it was solid that you weren't going to be a nuisance to them. Tickles can break you down but as long as they all don't do raspberries or tummy art at the same time you're good. None of them had the idea that six of them destroying a spot would get you to agree. You were glad that no one was thinking that...no one besides Seeun blurting ideas while she lightly tickles your toes.

Seeun: Oh...if only we tickle the same spot at the same time...

Y/n: STOP NO!

You regret how you gave your weakness away. They all immediately stuck their hands out to lightly tickle your belly, now bare after Yoon lifted your shirt a bit. It was now killing you with laughter how it tickled so badly. How all their hands filled up the canvas that is your belly. Some were just doing regular spider tickles, some doing circles/lines, then some doing the stayc logo on your tummy. With their full attention on your tummy you thought you can escape, you still struggled with Sumin's reminder of armpit tickles. This was your breaking point, the point where you needed to commit to the promise of annoying the girls. They were happy that they can be loved with tickles again. But instead of agreeing by handshake, they needed to agree by raspberry.

Sumin: Let's agree by giving you a raspberry.

Y/n: NO NO NO NO

Before having a whiff of freedom they all pressed their lips on your tummy, doing a raspberry in unison (and on key). You did another exploding laugh with your body moving like a flopping fish. The girls hugged you one last time, thanking you for letting yourself change. But you didn't have many options. It was either you say yes or you get tickled all night. The girls were already prepared to do so because it's passed 2AM. You slept good that night, the year starting with you getting lovely tickles by your friends. The way they barely knew you but understood how ticklish you are. In the future you continued being a big brat to them. And what do you get? Being tickled for three hours every Friday? Why do you need therapy when you have six kpop idols tickling you?

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Katie’s B-Day Mckirk Challenge!!

First off let me just say a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! to my dear friend Katie, A.K.A @goingknowherewastaken , who this fic is for <3 You are literally the best person ever! I love talking to you, i love hashing out random head cannons with you, and you deserve to have the most super awesome birthday ever! and so, here is the first chapter of your bday challenge fic.

Our Forbidden Love

Title: Our Forbidden Love

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Relationships: Jim  Kirk x Leopnard McCoy

Warnings: there will probably be an explicit scene in here at some point.

Description: A drunken King sits atop a throne he does not deserve, his thirst for power, strength, and territory replacing his love for his only son and heir, instead making every attempt at using him as a pawn for his own gain. The young Prince Leonard has been promised to every girl in the land but his heart craves for a love that is real and true. He fears he will have to fall to his father’s fruitless attempts to marry him off until he bumps into a certain servant boy who manages to hold his attention. But, when war is waged upon his own people by his drunken lust filled father, Leonard will be left with a choice. Will he do a duty to himself and fight for love, or will he do his duty to his people and fight for his kingdom?

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Chapter 1:      Cheers erupted through the city. Deep into the night the people of Ellesteen flooded the streets, filled to the brim with drink, dance, and song. Drunken knights stumbled down the crowded roads, one by one being pulled into peasant girl’s houses for the night. Though the night air was chilled, threatening the winter season, the people refused to surrender to it, continuing their festivities as though it were the middle of summer.      

     Deep within the warm walls of the castle behind them, the many inside behaved in much the same way. Mountains of food piled every table, servants rounded the room filling every empty goblet they passed, knights and nobles danced the night away with the most beautiful girls in the land, and none could have been happier.     

     The king stood behind the table at the front of the room, a goblet in one hand and a girl in the other. The countless number of glasses he had already consumed clear in the way he swayed. A drop from his goblet fell, landing on the handsome young boy sitting beside him, a fowl look being sent his way as the boy wiped the red liquid from his face.     

     The king looked down to the boy, dark eyes glaring up at him from under messy dark grey locks. “Come now my boy,” he slurred, “this is a time of celebration! You should be rejoicing with your Knights.”     

     “Down there you mean?” he pointed to the mess of bodies on the floor below him. All squished together in a heap of sweat and lust, “I would much rather be on the battlefield.”     

     A hand landed hard on his shoulder as the king attempted to steady himself as he turned to face the boy, “You may be the prince but that does not mean you have to sit here, stone faced, whilst everyone else has a good time.”      “Yes,” he replied, pushing him away, “I think it does, Father.”     

     “Leonard, you should not be so stiff.” The King’s face was dangerously close to Leonard's as he released a breath, the smell almost making him sick, “One day you will take my place as king and you will be expected to partake in such festivities as these. You should welcome our new allies with joy, Leonard, you show much disrespect while you sit here with your head down and a frown on your face.”     

     “Father, this is absurd!” he roared as he rose from his seat, “I doubt showing the King of the North how drunk I can become will assure him of the bonds our Kingdoms have formed here tonight. I tire of this unnecessary show of false loyalties. You and I both know the Snow King is as steady in his bonds as the ever changing seasons.”     

     “Leonard, no matter how the King of the North may waiver in our alliance matters not now,” he whispered to his son, “what matters is the fact that for the time being he has agreed to stand by us in the event of war. He holds the North, he is King to the largest territory in the land, and he has the most Lords under his command. In the event of battle those Lords will fight for us and we will have the largest combined army any kingdom or territory will have ever seen.”     

    “That is, you mean, if in the event of battle he does decide to hold true to his bonds,” he reminded his King, “We have seen it before. If the Snow King finds himself on the losing side he will not hesitate to stab you in the back with your own sword. Father, I see more faults in this alliance than benefits.”     

     The King clasped his hand around the boys upper arm, shaking him back and forth, “But my boy, we are the first to successfully sign a treaty with the Snow King and his followers in the north, never before has he sealed it in ink. You hold little faith in humanity, my son.”     

     “I have yet to be proven wrong in my lack of faith.” He tore from his fathers hold causing the man to stumble forwards, nearly falling. Leonard gave a sigh, his father’s behavior was nothing short of new but it still remained an embarrassment in the young prince’s eyes. “Father, may I take leave? This celebration wreaks of desperation from one too many circumstances and I cannot breathe it in any longer.”     

     “And you will not take a dance with the princess before you retire?” his father motioned to the young girl at the other end of the table. She sat alone, three knights surrounding her as she watched on. Leonard knew this was no place for such a beauty, trapped like prey in the middle of all these drunken men, but his father’s attempts at marriage for his son saw no boundaries.      Looking back to his father he rolled his eyes, “I have told you many times already, father, I will have no more of your attempts to marry me off. Just because you and the Snow King have joined together does not mean that his daughter and I must follow suit. Now, just as I am taking leave so should she, this is no place for a princess, guarded or not.”     

     “Fine,” the king dismissed him with a wave of his hand, “I can see that if I don’t let you go now you will continue to wallow in your misery. Off with you.”      Leonard bowed to his father, who then turned his attention back to the young girl on his arm, before taking his leave down the steps and through the thick crowd below him. He pushed his way through the mass of people, none of them coherent enough to care that their prince was coming through. Though Leonard cared not, for all he wanted was to reach the door and sprint to his chambers.      

     He had made it halfway through the room, the door was finally in his sights. “Leonard!” a familiar voice called from behind him. He turned seeing his most trusted knight and dearest friend lifting his drink in his direction, “You take leave already? The party has just begun! Grab a goblet and come sit with us. Have a good time for once.”     

     He let go a small smile, “No thank-you, Sir Sulu, you know I do not fair well in such gatherings.” Sulu frowned and gave him a shrug as he continued, “but have you're fun Hikaru, I’ll see you for training at dawn tomorrow.” Leonard couldn’t help but chuckle at the look of pure horror on his friends face. Clearly he had completely forgotten about training, all the more reason for him to work his knights twice as hard tomorrow.      

     Leonard then turned sharply to make his way back to the door, only to collide hard with another body before he could make it any further. The Prince’s excellent reflexes found him still on his feet but the boy he ran into was on his back before him, a pitcher of red wine staining his white tunic, and Leonard’s crown landing beside him with a clang. He quickly reached down, extending a hand to the golden haired boy on the floor who took it graciously. “I'm so sorry,” Leonard began as the boy bent down to retrieve the crown from the ground between them.    

     “You have nothing to be sorry about, my lord,” he said as he stood, Leonard's crown in his hands, “it was I who was not paying attention.”     

     He laughed, “Actually, I was in such a rush to leave I'm the one who should be apologizing.”     

     “Leave?” he questioned, “the crown prince leaving the celebrations so early?”     

     “Yes, I'm afraid so,” Leonard turned to scan the room, still disgusted by the drunken actions of those around him, “this does not really appeal to me like it does others, though…” he turned back to the boy, a smile clear on his face as he took him in, “you have certainly managed to hold my attention. What is your name?”     

     “James, but everyone calls me Jim,” he smiled, “I'm a new servant in the palace and it seems I have already managed to make quite the fool of myself. May I?” he gestured to the crown in his hands.     

     Leonard bowed his head so that Jim could place the crown back where it belonged and smiled as he said, “thank-you, Jim.”     

     A silence fell between them before Jim spoke to break it, motioning towards the door, “Well, I must return to work and find a new shirt while I’m at it, and I shall let you take your leave now, my lord.”     

     “Actually,” he began, “you’ve managed to change my mind, I think I’ll stay a bit longer. Jim.” He bowed.     

     “My Lord,” he returned.      

     Jim watched as the prince walked back the way he came, only turning when a hand pressed against his shoulder. “What did you do?!”      

     A girl with long dark hair stared in awe at Jim, “I…I didn’t do anything. What do you mean?”     

     “What Nyota means,” another boy appeared, this one with short dark hair, bangs straight across his forehead, “is the prince has never shown interest in anyone. He is usually quite independent, only surrounding himself with the company of his Knights. He even refuses the help of the servants his father sends for him. But you have managed to not only hold his interest but also make him smile. I do not think there is anyone who can say they have ever accomplished such a feat.”     

     Jim looked to the dark haired boy and scoffed, “I'm sure it was nothing, Spock.”     

     “I am certain it was a little more then nothing,” Spock teased.     

     “What exactly are you implying?” Jim demanded, hands on his hips with a scowl.     

     Nyota danced around him, laughing as she sang, “Maybe the prince likes you!”      

     Jim paled and his eyes went wide, “I don’t think that’s it at all! He's a prince after all, he could never possibly fall for a servant! I knocked his crown off and he apologized for bumping into me, that’s all. It was a simple exchange.”     

     She stopped dancing and took one of Jim’s arms as she spoke with a theatrical sigh, “Look at you, only here but a week and already you are stealing the prince’s heart. All the princesses in all the territories will have your head on a stick, James Kirk.”     

     “I do believe Nyota is correct. It would appear that the only reason he decided to stay was so he could watch you for the rest of the evening.” Spock looked then to Nyota beside Jim, “I do not ever recall him staying at any of his Fathers parties much past nightfall. This is a first.”     

     “No,” Jim began, shaking his head, “you have got it all wrong!”     

     “Maybe…” Nyota teased, “Maybe not. I guess we will just have to wait and see.”     

     Before Jim could protest anything the two had scampered off into the thick crowd of people and out of his sight.      

     He turned slowly towards the table at which Leonard and his father sat. He watched as the prince returned to his place at the table and spoke quickly to his father before turning back to the crowd below him. Nyota and Spock were right, he was staring right at him, eyes not moving an inch. As their eyes met in an intense gaze Jim quickly tore himself away, a blush appearing rapidly on his cheeks. Could they really be right, he thought, could the prince actually have interest in a servant?

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     As Leonard left the servant boy behind him in the crowd and made his way back to his place at the table, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger on Jim. There was something about him that captured him in ways that no one had ever managed to before, something he couldn’t quite understand just yet that sent a foreign feeling soaring through every inch of his body.      

     He sat himself back in his chair behind his father, who managed to tear his lips off the young girl in his arms long enough to ask, “You have returned? I thought you wished to retire for the night?”     

     Leonard quickly glanced to his father, then back to the crowd as he leaned casually back in his chair. His eyes locked with just exactly what he was looking for, and a small smirk spread across his lips as Jim immediately turned away, too shy to hold their gaze. Without removing his eyes from the servant boy he answered, “I was, but I decided to stay a while longer…there is something I wish to keep my eye on.”

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