#smurfs tickle

[funnibluecreturs]

Hello! :D

Friendly reminder that the Smurfs are canonically ticklish. :)

[bimobuddy]

I wasn't doing great so I drew Smurfette from my Smurfs AU

Her pants are really streaky because the cap on the fine tip of my marker got stuck and just kept pulling the whole marker out :(

In my AU she actually changed her name to Lettie, because she didn't like her given name, since 'Smurfette' implies the only special thing about her is that she's female, but she liked Lettie because it's a human name that means 'Joy'

And now you all know that one of my special interests is the Smurfs 💀

Edit: I just realized I fucked up her ponytail, it's going through her cape 😭 help

[vrisjake]

this thing reminds me of you for some reason. whimsy https://natehallinan.com/projects/Z53ON?album_id=910810

tumblr will not let me answer this ask cheesus christ. thank you

[cannibalizedlove]

jus stumbled on ur acc and IM IN LOVE I jus read the stalker!donnie fic and was wondering if there's a scenario where reader actually knew the entire time and is equally obsessed (basically self inserting LOL). but anyway idk if u write smut so maybe reader teases him abt it when they're having a lil makeout sesh in the couch and readers all like "its kinda hot" and says some crazy shit that makes donnie. whos as deep in the pool of obsession as you gets hellaaaa flustered EEEK I'm going crazy I fucking love donnie

Thank you for the request!! I think this is such a good idea, mutual obsession is just.. chef kiss. I hope you enjoy <3

The feelings mutual.

Information and warnings — smut!*, part twoish of “watching you”, male reader, donnie and reader being horny messes, donnie’s first time so you ruin him :((, reader being a kinky freak which is perfect for him, heavy corruption kink, donnie being a loser bottom bitch (affectionate). this is so long, i apologize ahh, i just love him so much.

You had been going with Donnie for about three months now, and you were infatuated with everything about him.

You loved hearing him talk about whatever new conspiracy theory he bought into, and you were always there to help him during his hallucinations.

Donnie was completely and utterly obsessed with you, he did everything for you. Even though you were perfectly capable of doing your homework, Donnie would always snatch it from your backpack and do it for you, he never let you lift a finger. It was crystal clear that you had him whipped.

Before the two of you got together, Donnie was just as obsessed with you. The huge perv was constantly watching you through your windows, following you home, and of course, stealing your underwear. What Donnie didn’t know is that you were completely aware of his stalking, and how you were completely turned on by it.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in the living room, his parents and siblings were out to dinner while Donnie was supposed to be at his therapy session with Dr. Thurman, but skipping it one time wouldn’t hurt, right? Seeing how you were like his medication, except you actually worked and didn’t just make him drowsy.

The two of you were watching a corny horror movie, you had already connected the dots and figured out who the killer was, though, it didn’t matter anyways because neither of you were paying attention. You were leaned against his warm body while Donnie was squeezing and touching every inch of you that he could grab.

You let out quiet moans as he began to kiss behind your ears and onto your collar bone, reaching up and softly running your hands through his short hair. The two of you had never gone farther than this before, and it was slowly killing Donnie.

He needed you more than he needed air, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, he wanted nothing more than to ruin your pure image.

“Donnie, I know a lot about you.” You softly spoke, your words interrupted by little moans and laughs when his lips would tickle your neck.

“Yeah? Like what, angel?” Donnie smiled against your skin, drawing invisible circles on your exposed skin.

“I know that you have extensive knowledge on time travel.. and that your favorite cartoon is The Smurfs..” You chuckled at the last part, earning a playful eye roll from the boy and a gentle push; “..and I also know that you like to steal my underwear.” You finished your sentence by grabbing his jaw.

Donnie instantly froze and his heart sank into his stomach. His eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly before coming up with a lie on the spot.

“I don’t know what you mean, I wouldn’t do that.. That’s a total invasion of your privacy!” He began to breathe heavily, he felt like an animal caught in a cage with no way out.

“Oh, and you would never invade my privacy, right? You would never follow me home.. or sit by my window and watch me?” You had moved positions from laying on him to now straddling him sitting on his lap. You drew out your words softly into his ear, feeling him shake from anxiety.

Donnie knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this, he knew he was caught, and he was terrified. Was this the end? Were you completely disgusted with him and you were just stringing him along to hurt him? He couldn’t believe that, you were too sweet, too perfect, he didn’t want to lose you over his uncontrolled attraction to you.

“Do you.. hate me.. for it?” Donnie looked up at you with glossy eyes, trying to swallow his fear but failing miserably.

You couldn’t keep playing with him like this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t help but find him attractive with his quivering voice and worried eyes.

“Oh, Donnie.. I could never hate you.” You lifted his chin to hold eye contact with him, and ran your free hand through his hair. “If anything,” You paused, letting his jaw go, and leaning forward, leaving your lips just an inch away from his.

“It’s kinda hot.” You finished your sentence, pushing your lips into his with a hard kiss, leaving Donnie completely surprised.

He couldn’t believe it, he was afraid of you being horrified of him, yet here you were making out with him because of it. Donnie knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the tent that was growing in his pants.

The kisses were only broken by the loud moans that left both of your mouths, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You began to grind down on his crotch, pulling on his hair. Donnie bit down on your lip, resulting in a sharp moan from you. He latched onto your neck, attacking it with bites and wet kisses. You were in complete bliss, the only things you could think about were Donnie’s teeth pulling on your skin and his hand creeping up to your throat.

Donnie pulled away, placing his hand on your throat harshly. Both of your lips were swollen, and Donnie’s face was completely flushed, he smiled as he watched you pant like a dog, and he began to palm you through your jeans that had become 2 sizes to small, enjoying every moan that you cried out.

You looked incredible like this, he thought, your eyelashes wet from the tears that welled up from Donnie’s painful bites, your hair completely unruly, falling perfectly infront of your face, every bit of your sight was driving him crazy. It honestly amazed him how he was able to keep himself from ripping every bit of fabric off of you and making you cry, but Donnie didn’t wanna scare you off; so he kept his composure, at least this time he would.

You began to roll your hips into his hand that had a tight grip on your painfully hard bulge, moaning loudly into his open mouth, holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on your throat, causing him to squeeze ever so slightly harder. You felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him.

“Please.. Donnie.” You said breathlessly with your eyes screwed shut. Donnie didn’t know if this was real or a hallucination, he had thought about this moment every time he masturbated with your stolen underwear, but now that it was actually happening, he felt wildly intimidated.

“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before.” Donnie halted his movements, hanging his head low in embarrassment, worrying that the fact he was still a virgin would turn you off; only to find out that it made you want him ten times more, if that was even possible.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you, I promise.” You grabbed his chin, lifting it back up to your gaze, watching his already red face turn brighter.

Donnie nodded wildly, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you stand up in front of him, taking your jeans off. He swore that if you looked hard enough, you could see a pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. When you had finally gotten your jeans off, which felt like years to the poor horny mess, you sat back down on his lap, kissing his forehead gently.

You gestured to Donnie to lift his arms up, and he instantly followed the command, lifting his arms up and swallowing thickly as you took his shirt off. Your lips ghosted over his as you ran your hands down his chest, taking note of how he bucked his hips subconsciously when you ran a finger over his nipple.

“We can start off simple, is that okay?” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, watching his every movement to make sure you didn’t cause him any discomfort. “Yeah.. yeah that’s okay.” Donnie said, completely out of breath, his hard on becoming increasingly more painful.

You brought his hand down to your bulge once again, giving him a soft kiss as he circled your tip through your boxers. “You can take them off — please, take them off.” That simple command was all it took for him to completely rip off your plaid boxers, exposing your dripping cock to the cold air of the boys house. Donnie gripped you instantly, running his thumb over your slit with a half swallowed moan escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Donnie..” Your face was buried in the nape of his neck, kissing it every once in a while to try and stifle your increasingly louder groans. Donnie had his free hand on the back of your head, holding you close to the sweet spot behind his ear you kept attacking. “You’re so fucking pretty..” He cried while continuing to work your length, he could feel his own pre completely soaking through his underwear. You began to roll your hips once again, feeling like you were on cloud nine, but just before you could come undone in his hand, he pulled away, holding your waist tightly.

“Can I.. you know…” Donnie whined, despite the fact that he had the nerve to stalk you, and break into your home, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words ‘fuck you’, it was pathetically adorable.

You chuckled and nodded your head, kissing his cheek before sitting on your knees and helping Donnie remove his jeans. Something about you doing everything for him, and teaching him how to fuck you was deliciously exciting to him. He loved the idea of him being completely tainted by you, even if he had originally dreamed of the roles being reversed. With his jeans now removed, you kissed him one final time before curling a finger in his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Donnie looked away bashfully, his length twitching quickly, leaking pre like a hose. You bit your lip, taking a mental photo for use later. You hovered over him, holding his hard cock tightly as you lined it up with your hole.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, kissing the top of his head, making sure that he was ready to be taken like this. Donnie whined out in frustration, he was never good with patience and it was on full display here. You laughed at his needy response, and slowly began to sink down onto his dripping length. Donnie instantly threw his head back, grabbing your waist and digging his short nails into your skin. Your mouth hung open, sinful noises filled the room from the both of you as you bottomed out onto him.

Donnie’s eyes began to water from the sheer pleasure, and he held you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to adjust to his size, but you started slowly moving up and down, making Donnie completely loose it. His quiet demeanor was totally lost at this point, nothing but whines, cried out moans, and loud “fucks”, and “please’s” left his mouth. Nothing filled his mind except the feeling of you wrapped around him, and your pretty facial expressions. The poor boy was totally overwhelmed, fat tears began to fall from his eyes as he got closer to his climax.

The sight was enough to push you over the edge, he looked completely wrecked, and it was a gorgeous sight. You pushed yourself forward, latching onto his lips and grabbing his face tightly, his tears transferring onto your cheeks as you kissed. You became undone onto both of your chests, thick ropes covering Donnie’s frail body. Donnie broke the kiss with a loud cry, hitting his climax and losing himself inside of you. He held you tightly to his body as he pumped you full.

After a few moments of silence, that let both of you gain your composure, you let out a breathy laugh, kissing your fucked out boyfriend all over his face. You watched as his chest heaved up and down as he blinked tightly, trying to regain all of his senses. Donnie kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Hey.. how did you know all that stuff? Have you like.. done this before?” Donnie said, a thick sense of jealousy flowing through every word.

“No, I just watch a lot of porn.” You chuckled, a devilish smile running across your face.

Donnie let out a breathless moan as he flipped you onto your back, just the idea making him ready for a round two.

[httpsdana]

Master List

this is my master list. I write for more footballers and drivers but these are the only ones that I've wrote about till now

you can request from my prompt list

ps: please request for people other than Gavi and Pedri too

master list part 2

Football

One Shots

Pedri Gonzalez

Maybe I Am

Mine

Boys Night Out

Issues

Favorite Torres Sibling

Only For Me

Football Crush

Stop That

Pablo Gavi

Rage and Jealousy

Sunshine

Pretty Boyfriend

Soulmate

Not Meant To Be

Babysitter

Lazy Mornings

Coffe Date

Scent

Meeting the Fam

Madridista ft. Carlos Sainz

Softie

Offical

Sleepless Nights

Just Sugar

Interview

Insecure

Broken Family Ties

Shy and Shyer

Period

20 Gifts for 20th Birthday

Busy Schedules

My Smurf

Mason Mount

Stream

Fifa And Cuddles

Biting

Knocked Out

João Fèlix

Drunk Nights

Another Loss

Scared

Stay

Jude Bellingham

Secret

Kidnapper

Fans' Favorite

Heartbeat

Sal o Azúcar ?

Marcus Rashford

My Own

Teasing

Drunk Confessions

Photographer

Commitment

Paulo Dybala

Childhood Besties...Or Lovers?

Lucas Paqueta

Baby

Antony Santos

Unexpected

Hakim Ziyech

Our First

First Ramadan

Clingy

Eric Garcia

Perfect

Drunk In Love

Flirt

Bad Day

Cleaning Time

Idiot

Loved

Misunderstanding

All-Nighter

Ferran Torres

Favorite Medicine

Cure

Kylian Mbappe

French

The One

Tickles

Julian Alvarez

Champion

Alejandro Garnacho

Habit

Alejandro Balde

Braids

Clingy

Date

Scared Of Replacement

Erling Haaland

Kitten

Frenkie De Jong

Come Here

Achraf Hakimi

Oblivious

Rasmus Højlund

Crazy In Love

Danish Love

First Of Many

Heartstrings Tangled

Hector Fort

Tattoos

Only Yours

Morning Run

Florian Wirtz

Birthday Cake

Yapper

Jamal Musiala

Cupid in Bali

Family Dreams

Pau Cubarsi

Comfort

Academic Rivals

Hidden Feelings

Marc Bernal

3 Dogs and a Boyfriend

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Puppy Fever

Lando Norris

Attention

Post Shower Cuddles

Oscar Piastri

DNF

Surprise!

[bro-atz]

hello! i was looking to request a xikers jinsik fluff! mutual pining between reader x jinsik where both are fully aware of their feelings for each other but waiting to see who’s going to make the first move.

thank you for taking the time to create such great writing and i can’t wait to see what comes next! ❤️

just can't catch a break

in which: you and jinsik like each other, but you can never seem to get the timing right

pair: jinsik/gn!reader

word count: 3.5k

content: fluff, kissing, hugging, high school crush, love confession, ft '04 line bc i love my '04 boys

author's note: omg the squeal i let out when i read this request YES OFC I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU MY PRECIOUS BABY ANGEL i love that this is going to be my first jinsik piece literally i was so excited the entire time while writing this

tag list: @yuniniverse apply for the permanent taglist here!

“Alright, heads I win, tails you lose,” Jinsik prepped the coin, ready to flip.

“That’s not right, Jinsik!” you grabbed the coin from him before he could flip it. “With that logic, I lose both ways!”

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t catch onto that.”

“I’m not stupid, Jinsik.”

“Oh, really?” he replied with heavy sarcasm.

“Shut the fuck up,” you said with a laugh before turning in your seat.

The two of you were waiting for class to start. Typically, you and Jinsik got to class pretty quickly because you came from lunch while he had a class that was literally just right across the hall, so you were passing the time while waiting for your deskmates to join you.

“Good morning, party people!” a loud boy cheered as he waltzed through the door.

“It’s past noon, Sumin,” you said as you pointed to your watch.

“Okay, fine. Good afternoon,” Sumin corrected himself obnoxiously as he took his seat next to you.

Sumin prodded your sides, making you laugh and swat his hand away as he kept trying to tease and tickle you. Little did you know that Jinsik was behind you, watching the scene unfold with a slightly bitter face. Your other deskmate, Hyunwoo, walked into the room. He greeted the three of you, but you and Sumin were too busy in your own world to notice that. Jinsik was the only one who greeted him back.

“What’s with the couple?” Hyunwoo asked as he sat down.

Jinsik had to hold back a visceral grimace. “Sumin’s just being an irritating dumbass as per usual.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Sumin whipped his head around.

“That was the point, dumbass,” you responded teasingly.

“Et tu, Brute?!”

Sumin sulked while you and Jinsik high-fived each other. Luckily, class was starting, and you immediately had to turn around, which meant Jinsik didn’t see the light blush that rose to your cheeks the second you made physical contact with him.

“Are you going to dress up for Halloween?” Jinsik asked you.

“Yes, but I’m doing a lazy costume…”

“What is it?”

“A penguin onesie.”

Jinsik laughed loudly, and your heart fluttered wildly. The two of you had a nightly ritual of video chatting while you did homework for the class you both had together. Well, it would start as a video call between you, Jinsik, Sumin, and Hyunwoo, but then Sumin and Hyunwoo would hop off, leaving you and Jinsik.

“You’re going to look so cute in that, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Jinsik saying that made you want to burst into flames. You looked away from your phone to keep your shit together before turning back and asking, “Are you dressing up?”

“Hmm, I’m still trying to figure out my costume. Got any suggestions?”

“Minion!” The words escaped you before you could control yourself. “You would be such a cute minion.”

It was Jinsik’s turn to blush. He, too, looked away from the camera and tried to calm his burning red ears down. “Okay,” he said, “But the real question is should I go as the yellow minion or the purple one?”

“Yellow. The thought of you painting your skin purple…”

“Why not? I think that’d be fun.”

“You’d have to make your hair purple too. Remember when you dressed up as a Smurf? Your skin was blue for a solid two months.”

“Point taken… But what about one of those inflatable T-Rex costumes?”

“Ooh, that sounds fun too!”

Your late night talks with Jinsik would never be about school, but they would be about everything else under the sun. Talking to him was easy, fun. Time always flew when the two of you talked or hung out, yet time also seemed to stop when the two of you were together.

You don’t know when it was that you started falling for this friend of yours, but by the time Halloween rolled around, you knew that you fell for him hard, and a little part of you wanted to say that he liked you back. Like, you wouldn’t spend so much time talking to someone if you didn’t like them, but you were hoping that Jinsik liked you liked you, like the way you liked him— a little romantically, or at least something a little more personal than friends.

One day, you suddenly resolved to confessing your feelings to Jinsik. Why? Well, for one thing, you were tired of trying to figure out whether or not he liked you back, and if he didn’t, then c’est la vie you just have to move on. But then, you started overthinking your confession. What if he didn’t like you in that sense? Maybe you should just tell him that you like him and see how he reacts to that, because you do like him, but what if he likes you more?

And so, you overthought your confession until he walked into the room— he walked in right on time.

“Jinsik! Hi!” you said overeagerly, immediately wanting a hole to open up where you were.

“Hi, Y/N!” Jinsik responded with the same energy— that’s promising, right?

He took his seat behind you and dove into his backpack to get ready for class. You, meanwhile, were hyping yourself up so that you could confess.

“Hey, so,” you turned in your seat to face him, your heart racing at the speed of light. “There’s something I wanted to tell you—”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’ my baked beans?” Sumin greeted you as he flopped into his seat.

“What?” Jinsik turned his attention to Sumin, his face twisting with amusement and confusion.

“Did you just call us baked beans?” you asked Sumin.

“Yeah.”

You and Jinsik were about to go off on Sumin, but luckily, Hyunwoo arrived in time to save the loudmouth. As the four of you laughed and talked, the little voice in the back of your head was lecturing you. Why would you try to confess your feelings to your crush in the middle of the school day right before class? Sumin wasn’t the dumbass— you were.

Jinsik was in the same boat as you, except he was a little more certain. That certainty only came after you told him that you wanted to tell him something, because when he saw the shy look on your face, he knew that you liked him the same way he liked you.

He wanted to confess, but he was scared to. He kept second guessing himself. What if he was just overthinking or imagining things? Was he just trying to manifest you having deeper feelings for him to the point where he was hallucinating? What if you rejected him? Oh God, that would mean the end of not only his crush but his friendship with you, and he did not want that. No, he was going to keep his mouth shut.

But, one day, on his way out of school, he saw you walking by. You were walking out of the building with a couple of the friends you had in your last class of the day. The sun was shining at just the right angle when he looked to his right and saw you. You were sparkling, and when you ran your fingers through your hair to brush your hair out of your face, Jinsik’s heart skipped several beats to the point where he had to hold onto his heart to keep it together.

He kept staring. You were so pretty at that moment, and he felt like he was watching a movie, and you were the protagonist. He wanted to watch you for as long as possible. Then, his legs started carrying him over to you. His brain was freaking out as his body acted on its own, bringing him closer and closer to you.

“Y/N!” Jinsik greeted as he walked up to you.

You and your friends stopped walking. Jinsik stood in front of you, the biggest smile on his face.

“What’s up, Jinsik?”

“I was wondering if, maybe…” this was it; oh God, he was going to confess. “Later—”

“Hey! Is that Y/N and Jinsik?” a loud voice boomed from afar.

You and Jinsik both turned your heads to see the Sumin bounding over to you, Hyunwoo behind him flustered at the sudden turn of events.

“What’re you two lovebirds up to?” the cheerful boy asked obliviously.

Before either of you could begin to panic, Hyunwoo caught up and slapped the back of Sumin’s head while saying, “Warn me next time before you do that! I have all of my goddamn textbooks in my backpack right now!”

“Oh! Let me introduce you guys,” you suddenly realized that your friends were with you.

You introduced your friends to the boys, and you all spent a good several minutes talking to each other. Jinsik resolved to himself to keep his mouth shut for the time being. There was no way he was going to be able to confess to you comfortably any time soon.

“Can you guys believe finals are around the corner?” Sumin asked.

The four of you were on a video call working on your final project for class.

“Yeah, the semester is almost over,” Hyunwoo noted.

“I’m going to miss this group,” Sumin sniffed.

“I thought this was a year long class?” you were confused at Sumin’s reaction.

“Oh, dip, is it?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Jinsik said with a snort.

“Listen man—”

“Guys! Look outside! It’s snowing!” Hyunwoo interrupted Sumin.

You all turned away from your cameras and looked outside. It was snowing— the first snow of the season. You stared at the snow and thought about how nice it would be to hold Jinsik’s hand and walk as snowflakes fell on your heads and shoulders, clinging to him to keep warm, sharing your first kiss under the city string lights and snow— no. You needed to stop and get your head out of the clouds. You shook your head to get rid of the daydreams and turned back to your camera.

“Can we just finish this quickly? I wanna go play video games,” Sumin whined.

“We’re taking this long because of you, you know that, right?” you pointed out.

“Then tell me what to do!”

After about thirty minutes, your group finished the project. Sumin immediately left the call to go play video games, and Hyunwoo hung up shortly thereafter, leaving just you and Jinsik.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What do you plan on doing for winter break?” Jinsik asked you.

“Um, well…”

You started explaining the plans that you and your family had for the break. You were doing your homework in the dining room, and now that you were done with it, you wanted to move the conversation to a place a little more private— your room. You continued to talk to him about your winter break plans then his as you went to your room. You flopped onto the bed and continued chatting with the boy you liked, your legs crossed behind you as you giggled and talked to him.

That’s when it hit you. This was the perfect time to tell him how you felt about him, or at least ask him how he felt about you. But first, you waited for Jinsik to stop talking. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to stop. He was so beautiful when he talked about something that made him happy or excited, and just seeing his grin was everything to you.

“What? What is it?” Jinsik asked after he noticed you smiling giddily at the screen.

“Nothing…” you responded coyly.

“Come on, it’s definitely not nothing— not when you’re smiling like that.”

“It’s nothing!”

“Tell me, Y/N,” Jinsik pleaded, his eyes reminding you of a puppy. “Please?”

Your heart was ready to stop beating— it couldn’t handle how goddamn cute he was. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted yourself on your bed and sat upright. You held your phone in front and away from you so that you could look nicer in front of the camera.

“Okay,” you said after clearing your throat. “Here it is. We spend a lot of time with each other, right? And I love spending time with you…”

Jinsik’s heart was twisting with this news. You were looking down shyly, but the words were a little ominous. “Yeah?” he urged you to continue.

“But I can’t help but wonder if we could spend time together in—”

All of a sudden, everything went dark, and you let out a tiny yelp. It was dark in your house, and there seemed to be no power in Jinsik’s home either.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked, trying to calm your heart, which was racing for an entirely new reason.

“Did the power go out?” Jinsik yelled into his home. You heard someone on his line respond with a faint “yes”.

“Why? Is it because of the snow? It’s not even snowing that much!” you exclaimed.

You got up and left your bedroom to holler into your own home. Turns out that there was a tree that fell and knocked out the power lines. You and Jinsik both agreed to hang up— you had to preserve your phone battery while the power was out, and you completely forgot that you were about to confess your feelings to him.

The power only got restored in the early hours of the morning, which meant two things: you were able to charge your phone, and you were still expected to go to school.

You were dreading school. You couldn’t sleep at all the night before because it was cold but also because your mind was reeling with the fact that you pretty much did confess your feelings for your friend, but you weren’t able to get his answer. You were scared for his answer.

First thing in the morning, you wanted to keep a low profile. You did your best to sneak through the doors and make your way to your locker, but you were unsuccessful. Sumin spotted you from a mile away and screamed your name just to greet you. You waved and looked in his direction, only to see that he was standing right next to Jinsik. You immediately averted your eyes and scurried away.

Jinsik, however, had other plans that morning. He wanted to talk to you. He had to know what you were going to tell him. He himself couldn’t sleep the night prior because he was just so goddamn curious. He needed answers, and he couldn’t wait.

“Y/N! Stop!” Jinsik called as he ran over to you.

You tried to avoid him to the best of your ability, but the boy was fast, and the boy was strong. He caught your arm and immediately dragged you into one of the school’s empty classrooms.

It was a scene out of a movie. The door slammed shut behind you. Jinsik had you pinned against the wall, his hand right above your shoulder. He was looking at you with insane intensity, and he was panting hard— he did just run after you from across the school after all.

“W-what’s going on, Jinsik?” you stuttered.

You wanted to move away from him slightly. He was standing super closer to you, and you were worried your heart was going to burst through your chest. The problem was, though, that you were completely frozen.

“I, um,” the boy was also stuttering. “I just— I wanted to— Uh…”

You looked at him expectantly. The look on your face was too much for him to handle. So, instead of using his words, he hugged you.

You were absolutely shocked. Despite how much time the two of you spent together, not once did he ever hug you. His hugs were amazing. You felt so safe and secure in his arms, but you also felt like you were going to melt under his touch. Your brain was scrambling to the point where you felt like it was overheating.

At least you had enough of a conscious to hug him back. The two of you stood in the desolate classroom in each other’s arms, and it felt like time came to a complete standstill. As fast as your heart was beating being in his embrace, you didn’t want him to let go. You wanted to stay hugging until the end of time.

Jinsik didn’t let go right away. He just loosened his hold on you, but his arms were still around you as he leaned back. One hand on your back, the other found its way to your cheek, and he cupped your face lightly before kissing you.

It was a short kiss. It was a sweet kiss. It was a kiss from the boy that you were infatuated with. It was a kiss from Jinsik, and it was stellar. He let out a soft sigh as he leaned away. His hand remained on your face as he gazed affectionately at your face.

“Y/N, I really like you,” Jinsik whispered— he was the one to finally cross the threshold and confess.

“My guy, you did that way out of order…” was the first thing that left your mouth. “Usually, you confess, then you hug, then you kiss…”

“I just got too shy—”

“What?!” you were flabbergasted. “You can’t kiss someone and then claim you’re shy! That makes no sense!”

“Yes it does!” Jinsik refuted. “Words are hard, and kissing is easier! See?”

And then, he kissed you again. This kiss was slightly longer than the last, but it was just as sweet, or maybe even sweeter because it was longer. Your face was in flames when the kiss ended, and you had to look away to keep your sanity.

“Jinsik, you weirdo…” you mumbled.

“Seriously, though. Y/N, I like you. Do you like me too?”

“I like you, too, Jinsik.”

“So then, can we start dating? Can I be your boyfriend? Can we be together and hold hands as we walk around? Can I show the world how much I like you, Y/N?”

You wanted to scream or cry or both. You were so bashful, and you just did not know what to do with your face. So, you opted to bury your face into Jinsik’s muscles and nod softly.

“I would love that,” you told him as you brought your eyes to meet his. “I would love that more than anything, Jinsik.”

“Hey,” Jinsik greeted you as you walked into class later that day.

“Hi,” you responded softly.

You were about to take your seat in front of Jinsik when he grabbed your arm and tugged you towards the seat next to him, also known as Hyunwoo’s seat. He patted the seat, encouraging you to sit down.

As you sat next to him, Jinsik searched for your hand under the desk. He laced his fingers with yours and rested his and your hand on his thigh. He bumped his shoulder against yours lightly and shot you the most breathtaking, captivating smile. You felt your heart swoon for him all over again.

“Howdy, partners,” Sumin greeted with a Southern accent as he walked with swagger into the room, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat.

It was only when he arrived at the desk cluster that he realized you were not in your usual spot. He pointed at you, then the spot, then back at you, his jaw dropped.

“I just wanted to sit here today,” you said with a shrug.

A sly smile appeared on Sumin’s face as he grinned at Jinsik. You looked at Jinsik to see that his face was getting redder by the second.

“You told Y/N, did you?” Sumin asked, his eyebrows wiggling.

“Yes, I did…”

“Ugh, finally!” another voice behind Sumin piped up, Sumin moving to the side to reveal Hyunwoo. “I was getting tired of pretending!”

Hyunwoo plopped himself in your usual seat, and Sumin was now sitting in front of you and not next to you. He turned in his chair and whispered to you and your boyfriend— you still had to get used to the fact that Jinsik was, in fact, your boyfriend now— a warning, “If I hear anything irregular, I’m going to scream.”

“Don’t worry, that won’t—” you started.

“No promises,” Jinsik interrupted with a devilish grin.

Without a second to lose, Jinsik planted a kiss on your cheek, your eyes widening. And, as Sumin warned, he did proceed to scream.

[kiankiwi]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CG!Elvis x Little!Reader °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (music! Spotify & SoundCloud!)

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Morning routine with CG!Elvis with babyspace reader (w/ or w/o the song?)?? (Can be HC of wanted to)

-morning milk?

-snuggles?

-maybe naps?

Oh yes!

Elvis always tries to make sure them both waking up is slow and cuddly. No rush Which means if he has to work, he'll wake up a little bit earlier, grab his little out of her bed and bring her to his bed to get BIIIIG sleepy snuggles

Once they both properly wake up, baby girl usually gets up and attempts to crawl all over Elvis as he pretends to continue to sleep and of course he attacks her with kisses

"Good morning little miss... did you sleep good, yeah?"

He gives her tons of kisses and looves her unruly bedhead, he hates doing her hair most mornings bc he would rather leave it the way it is, unruly beautiful curls that make her look so pretty

Once they get out of bed, he brings her back to her nursery for a diaper change and to pick out her outfit for the day. (She must always look fashionable!)

Elvis always loves to match her if they are going out to meetings or anywhere in public

This is one of Elvis's favorite parts of the day since he always wants her to look nice. He also loves her lil bedhead

Next little miss babbles/screams at him for a baba so to the kitchen they go.

She loves vanilla milk or cinnamon milk the most

Little miss gets quite fussy if daddy isn't quick enough cause she's S T A R V I N G

Elvis turns on a cartoon (Clifford, Curious George, Smurfs etc) and they sleepily watch it while she drinks her bottle. Sometimes she's uninterested in the cartoons and just wants to stare at daddy, reaching her little hand up to pat at his face

Next if he has enough time with her, Elvis will literally get on the floor with her (usually placing her under the little play gym with hanging toys) and play with her, talking to her and tickling her

He soaks up every last minute with her until Jerry takes over with her while he gets ready for the day and brings her wherever she goes no matter how boring it is for her

I hope this is good :)

[ozimagines]

Any thoughts on Chico being a parent?

I have a couple, thanks for asking😂 I love the idea of Chico as a dad, and have played around with it in fanfiction. He loves hard. That’s gotta mean something, right?

Chico Guerra as a Parent would include…

He’s not exactly the classic “fatherly” type

He never really saw himself with kids and a family

Mostly because he never thought he could

(I write Chico with an older brother, Roberto (Bobby), who joined El Norte before him on the outside and when his older brother was killed in a gang war, he just stayed because that’s all he’s ever known. This is important for how I view him)

He’s reckless and wild

But he’s kind to kids, always

Even before he has ones of his own

He was always the “cool cousin” at family functions

There are lines even criminals don’t cross

His stomach turns when he heard about Beecher’s son

He’s up every night for a week wondering how terrified that little boy must have been up until the end

Breaks his heart💔

When he gets a chance for kids, adopted or biological, he surprises everyone at how he is with them

He’s not necessarily a perfect dad, but he’s a loving dad

Supportive

Chico likes to get on his knees to talk to his kids

His friends think it’s “fruity” but the kids really like someone meeting them at their level

He always makes it seem like they’re getting away with something

“Here’s three dollars, don’t tell mom/dad.”

“Can you keep a secret? I always wanted to be an astronaut. Shhhhh…”

*making chocolate chip pancakes* “and now we add extra chocolate and don’t tell anyone about it.”

The kids love it, they feel like he really sees them

He loves kids; they say the weirdest stuff

“You think spinach tastes like horse feet? Ok. Explain.” 😂

Big fan of putting his kids on his shoulders or neck

They always get the best views at all shows and parades

Fuck the people behind him tho

Only the best for his kids

Sees them as an extension of Bobby; giving them the life his brother never had

He is SHIT in the kitchen… but literally anytime his kids are hungry, he’s on his feet asking what they want…

even though he knows fuck all about kid tastes

“Ok… an afterschool snack…” *rifles past the beer and cornflakes* “umm…”

His significant other comes home to find the kitchen a mess but some very happy children eating what Chico calls “sugar seizure bagels”

(Bagels with jelly, marshmallows, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles)

Likes to toy with his kids

“Ok… we have spicy lobster and squishy peas or… cosmic brownie?”

“BROWNIE!”🥰

“Hmmmm okay, if you’re sure…”😂

Chico’s in charge of the pantry

Comic brownies, devil dogs, roll ups and gushers… looks like a fallout shelter for a five year old millionaire.

Makes breakfast every Sunday; egg bagel sandwiches he personalizes for each kid.

Keeps trying to add stuff to show off for his kids

Doesn’t realize they think it’s perfect with just a little cheese lol

Kids watch cartoons while dad cooks

Dad making comments from the kitchen

“Y’think he’s ever gonna get that mouse?”

“Wish my car worked just sticking my feet out of it…”

“No. You cannot call me papa Smurf. Please.”

Likes it when the kids take naps on his chest afterwards

That’s something he’d miss terribly as they grew up

Until one day after a fight his teenager, seeing him reclining on the couch, just goes and sits next to them, watching tv until they both fall asleep, Chico pulling his kid close.

Chico lets his kids paint his nails but he draws the line at wearing it out.

Though he quite liked the black polish…👀

If you’ve ever watched Liar Liar with “the claw”, Chico has something similar with his kids; the Tickle Police

“Scuse me, ma’am/sir, you know how cute you were going just then? That’s a write up.”🥹

Insists on tucking them in

Will tell stories that may or may not be kid appropriate…

“Then Prince Carlos threw his… drink… at the officer.”

Is INCREDIBLY supportive

Tolerant and Chico Guerra don’t automatically go together… but he wants his kids to have what Bobby didn’t.

“You want to be an engineer? No one’s got a better head than you, kid.”

“A surgeon? I’d go to you if you were my doc. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

“You want to be an interpretive dancer… that’s… pretty cool.”😂

No one ever told Chico Guerra that he could do anything

So he wants his kids to know the world is theirs.

When they’re sick, he treats them like royalty

He’ll take off work and stay home with the them, watching movies and refilling their Gatorade.

He never hesitates to cuddle them when they’re sick, often resulting in him getting sick himself.

Chico used to be a huge baby when he got sick

With kids, he wants them to see him as Superman, so he always makes it seem less bad than it is

“Nah kid *blows nose* I’m fine, Daddy’s fine.”

If anyone bullies his kids, he genuinely will not know how to cope

He doesn’t want his kids fighting everyone like he did

But damn does it boil his blood when they get home crying.

He sits with them and talks, listens to what the other kids said or did

“You’re not gonna take this. Next time they fuck with you… *gets look from S/O* *sigh* go tell a grown up.”

He’s trying really hard to be a positive influence

He doesn’t want his kids to had the life he did

When his kids are old enough to learn about gangs in the neighborhood, Chico tries to explain.

“They’re gonna pretend they’re your friends and they’re not. I’m saving twenty years of your life here, kid.”

When some of his old “friends” talk about recruiting his boy, Chico almost breaks parole.

“Let me make this painfully clear…”

Every day he tries to protect his kids from men like him, and it changes his view of life.

If his kids are happy, he decides, then his life won’t have been a waste

And when you ask family friends and onlookers, Chico Guerra has some happy fucking kids.

Bonus: the movie Inside Out made him cry. He watches a lot of movies with his kids but that movie just quirked something inside of him. He loves that fucking movie.

[faith2goddess]

My Blue Moon

(This is a poem that I wrote for my Creative Writing class. I obviously had a certain smurf in mind while I was writing this.)

It was a once in a lifetime moment

When I first met you.

My guardian angel amongst men,

A strong and courageous warrior

Whose arms act as protective shields

To make me feel safe with you.

Your voice carries through the Highlands

And booms across Loch Ness.

Despite your voice having the roughness

Of a gravel road,

I long to listen to it again as you whisper

Sweet nothings to me.

The way your cerulean eyes sparkle

Under the moonlight when you look at me

And your genuine words in my ear

Tells me all I need to know about

How much you care for me.

No one had ever made me feel as safe

As I am with you.

I cherish you with my whole being

And I hold you as tenderly as you hold me.

I can feel your walls that had been

Built over years of having to be strong

Come down for at least a moment

While your sideburns tickle my neck.

I wish this could last forever.

I wish I didn’t have to leave for home soon,

But I could never ask you to leave your life

Behind for me.

But I know that you would.

You’ve told me you would do anything for me.

This feeling, this type of love and devotion

Only comes once in a lifetime.

And I don’t ever want to give you up

Just because of distance.

I would gladly swim across the ocean

A million times over just to keep seeing you.

When I get the chance to see you again

And I spot you standing there waiting for me,

I will not hesitate to sprint to you

Just to feel your embrace once again.

How I would miss those strong arms

And how secure they make me feel.

Once I return home,

My thoughts will only be filled

With the memories of you.

My Blue Moon.

My once in a lifetime love.

 I hope you will think about me too.

[achillestickler]

Here's the info on the latest updates at AchillesHeelArt!

Last week I decided that because I'd had so much fun drawing Papa Smurf being tickled, he really should get his revenge. In "Revenge of the Smurfs" the tickle's on the other smurf! Gargamel can't STAND it on his feet! Also that week, a look back at "Stay Away From Sue" in which Mr. Fantastic had enough of Namor's flirting with his wife and decided to teach him a ticklish lesson. Namor deserves it for parading around barefoot in a speedo all the time...

This week I locked poor Drake Bell into the dreaded "Box of Shame" for some foot tickle torment. Last month I did a podcast interview with the Bisexual Fetishist (link to the episode below) and he had mentioned how much he wanted to see Drake get the treatment. Also this week, a look back at "StraTOES", one of my favorite older drawing. I was always a huge fan of the Masters of the Universe, especially of Stratos who runs around barefoot and covered in feathers. Of course he needed tickling!

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[vapehk1]

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You'll find yourself savoring each inhale, trying to pin down that elusive flavor while letting the gentle vapor carry you into a daydream. The Appeal - Who Will Love It? This "Blue Trio Lost Mary" is perfect for vapers who love to live on the wild side of flavor. If you're the type who can't pick just one berry from the fruit stand or loves mixing and matching, you'll be right at home with this unique blend. It's like a buffet where you can have your blueberry cake and eat your raspberry pie, too! Vapers who crave adventure will enjoy the playful unpredictability. It appeals to those who like their e-liquids to be as multifaceted as their personalities. It's not just a vape juice; it's a conversation starter, a mood booster, and a sweet escape all wrapped into one. Navigating the Market - Where to Find It? The "Blue Trio Lost Mary" isn't a hidden gem, but it's not one you'll find lying around at every corner shop either. 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[bimobuddy]

I still have hazbin asks and drafts but I dont currently have any fixations-

Like I'm super fixated on the Smurfs right now but I don't think anyone wants to read tickle fics about them 💀

I would

But-

well maybe

Idk, I dont think I'm gonna write about them but maybe I will, this blog was originally dedicated to underrated franchises

I'm gonna try to finish my Hazbin stuff though, I dont wanna leave my anons ignored or forgotten

[ynsimagines]

If Kara and B!D helped Alex come up with a Vigilante name.

“The Blueberry?” You said jokingly when Alex asked for name suggestions. Kara laughed out loud Alex threw a pillow at you which got you right in the face. Your eldest sister was glaring at you and you could tell she was trying not to smile.

“Any serious suggestions?”

“What about Bruiser?” Kara suggested.

“Bruiser?” Alex asked not sure if she heard her sister right.

“Yeah, cause you wear black and blue and the bad guys will be black and blue,” you added.

“Do you want another pillow to the face?” Alex asked raising her eyebrow.

“Hey, why aren’t you threatening to throw a pillow at Kara?” 

“Because, unfortunately I think she being serious.”

“Hey!” said the Kryptonian “that’s a good name, we’ll set it aside for now.” 

“We’ll set it aside forever.” argues Alex

You’re sitting their when suddenly your face lights up and you gasp in excitement causing both sisters to look at you. “The smurf.” This earned you another pillow, but you took it all in stride because of how much fun you were having. 

“Kara don’t encourage her,” Alex lectured as she high fived you.

“At least were trying, have you thought of any?” asked Kara. 

“I have, but none of them would work.”

“So ours are better?” Teased Kara.

“Shut up.” 

“What about the Blue Ranger?”

“You know its a good thing the press named you before you could name yourself. I’m trying really hard not to sound like a comic book character.”

“ooh I have one more name Idea what about the Bluebird?”

Alex takes a moment to consider it, “you know in comparison to the other names this one doesn’t sound that bad.”

“So what you’re saying is Bluebird is the best name?”

“I’m not making any promises, but for now yes Bluebird it is.”

“I dont know I think Blueberry Pancake has a nice ring to it,” you said causing Alex to throw daggers at you. “Or Blueberry muffin?” 

Before you could get away Alex got up and came over to where you were sitting tickling you mercilessly. “Alex, stop you’re gonna make me pee, Kara help.”

“Sorry little one, you’re on your own.”

“Okay, okay Blueberry pancake is not a good name, I surrender,” you said breathlessly. 

“Good,” Alex said finally stopping.”

“But Blueberry muffin is timeless,” you said getting up and running to your room locking the door before Alex could get to you.”

“That little shit,” Alex said, but she was having trouble holding back her own laughter, and eventually gave into it along with Kara. 

[iluvchanniesposts]

“Say that again, I dare you”

lee! know

ler! changbin

this was a request, pls feel free to send me any requests or questions!

“Minho Hyung!” Changbin called out. Footsteps were heard approaching into the kitchen where Changbin was cooking dinner.

“What now?” Minho replied sarcastically.

“Can you help me get the salt off the top shelf? I can’t reach it.” He asked. Minho smirked and stifled a snort. This didn’t go unnoticed, Changbin saw and shot him evils.

“Something funny?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He smiled sweetly before exiting the kitchen.

Changbin finally had finished cooking the dinner. He plated it up for himself and Minho, heading to the front room where they would eat together. He plonked himself down on the couch and handed Minho his plate.

“Thank you Smurf!” He laughed. Changin was confused at first but shook it off. The film had finished and time passed since they had eaten.

“What did you mean earlier by calling me a Smurf?” Changbin questioned.

“You’re small like a Smurf. Simple.” Minho shrugged his shoulders and went back to his phone.

“Say that again, I dare you.” He challenged him.

“Do you prefer Papa Smurf or Mama Smurf?” He snickered.

Without hesitation, he grappled Minho to the floor and restrained him.

“What are you doing?” Minho asked with a slightly worried expression.

“Payback.” He responded bluntly.

With ease, his hands lifted both of Minho’s above his head, giving himself easy access to the boys weak points.

“Please Changbin-ah! Anything but this!” He pleaded. Changbin shook his head no with no remorse.

He dug his fingers into Minho’s armpits, drilling them into his hollows.

“CHANGBIN-AH!” He screamed desperately, bucking his head side to side.

“Nothing will help you now! I warned you, but as usual your brat self didn’t listen!” He scolded him.

He carried on his torture until he decided he was bored of that one place. His hands started squeezing up and down all of his torso, not sticking to one place either.

“NAHAHA PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHINH!” Minho screamed. His pleads made Changbin laugh but only fuelled his actions more.

“You should’ve thought about this earlier! I may be strong but you know I’ll tickle the shit out of you.” He teased.

Minho bucked his hips and kicked his legs as Changbin moved his hands to his neck, scribbling his long nails over the poor boys collarbone. The only sounds were Minho’s screams filling the room, anyone would think he’s being murdered.

“STOHOP NOW!” Minho protested.

“Hmm, maybe a little longer.” Changbin taunted him. He ran his fingernails lightly up and down Minho’s bare arm, getting closer to his armpits. Minho could only manage to bubble out a few giggles and try to shy away from the feeling.

“Yep. I’m satisfied.” Changbin announced as he jumped off the frail boy before walking to his room.

[junicai]

infinite.

| summary | When Aria's with her boys, it feels like the sky's the limit.

| word count | 2.3k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. June 2021, filming for Hello, Future music video

The grass in the empty stadium had been liberally covered in fake flower petals - the healthy green of regularly watered grass slowly becoming overshadowed by the light pink and yellow that settled lightly atop it. 

The white corduroy overalls that Aria donned were splashed with colour in fake paint splotches to compliment the petals - yellows and greens and pinks mixed with blues and oranges in a jumble of streaks that were stark against the otherwise plain material. The Doc Martens that all eight of the members had been fitted for were all padded at the toe and the heel - lest the hard rubber break away skin and cause them to bleed during filming.

Aria crunched several petals underfoot in the heavy boots as she wandered over to the other boys who had been released from hair and makeup a handful of minutes before her. 

The sun was just reaching it’s highest point in the sky, the heat bearing down onto her exposed midriff and almost entirely cancelling out the cool breeze that threatened to rise goosebumps on her stomach. The floaty, bell-sleeved crop top was, in Aria’s opinion, absolutely gorgeous. She had already planned out the best way to corner Heejin unnie - one of the stylists that had an especially soft spot for Aria and her pout, when used effectively. 

Shaking her freshly dyed blue hair out of her eyes, Aria broke out into a light jog to catch up to Renjun, swinging an arm around the boy’s shoulders. 

“Hi!” She smiled brightly. 

Renjun wrinkled his nose at her playfully. “Hey. You done in makeup?”

Nodding, Aria replied, “Yeah. They wanted to touch up the colour in my hair and stick a couple more tattoos around.” She pointed to the new daisy sitting underneath her eye, and the Make Peace, Not War written in differing fonts along her left forearm. 

He aah’d exaggeratedly, patting his own upside-down HELLO on his arm absent-mindedly, before frowning lightly. “Is your colour coming out already? I thought they only dyed it a couple days ago.” Lifting up a hand, Renjun brushed away the strands in Aria’s fringe that were falling into her eyes, cringing lightly when they came away covered in blue residue. 

Aria pulled away from his fingers, shaking her fringe back into place. “They didn’t have any dye left, so it’s hair chalk.” She explained. 

Renjun made another noise of understanding, looking at his smurf coloured fingertips thoughtfully. When his eyes flickered up to meet Aria’s, they had a mischievous glint in them, and she barely had the chance to turn on her heel and break out into a run before Renjun was giving chase hot on her heels. 

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

Her boots were beginning to rub the skin around her ankle raw, still not broken in enough to stand the test of a sprint through a football field, but Renjun was behind her - holding up his hand threateningly - and that was enough to keep her powering through the burn.

“Stop it!” Aria panted, laughter beginning to soil her already failing lung capacity. Her pace was lagging, but much to her relief; so was Renjun’s. With a final burst of energy at seeing the ground she’d gained on him, Aria made her escape attempt-

Only to be captured by Jeno, strong arms wrapping around her waist and swinging her around in a circle to be plopped right back down in front of a now jogging Renjun, an evil smile on his face. 

“Lee Jeno!” Aria protested, wriggling against the arms that had yet to release her. “Let me goo!” 

He deigned not to respond, but Aria could see the matching glint in his eye, and she resigned herself to her fate. He shared a nod of understanding with Renjun who was advancing slowly now that his victim was immobile. 

“Renjun.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Renjun, I’m sorry.”

His smurf-hand raised threateningly again. 

“I’ll do your dishes for a week.” 

With a final step, Renjun was now within a half-arms distance from Aria. 

“Jenooo-” Aria cut herself off with a squeak, as Renjun dragged his fingers over the bridge of her nose, leaving behind a trail of the blue hair chalk. Aria flailed in Jeno’s grip, but he held her fast, even going so far as to tug her down into his lap on the ground to hold her steady. 

Now entirely stuck, Aria resorted to flailing her limbs as much as she could, which really wasn’t a lot when Jeno tucked her legs beneath his knees, trapping her with all four of his limbs as Renjun rubbed the rest of the hair chalk off of his fingertips and onto Aria’s nose and cheeks. 

Revenge enacted, her attacker eventually settled back onto his heels, fingers now chalk free - having spread most of it over Aria’s face as a replacement for blush. 

Aria let out a small sneeze when the loose dust tickled her nose, blinking harshly in surprise. 

With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see the hand Renjun held to his heart, or the pout that Jeno’s lips formed at the cute sound. The two men peered up at each other, silently agreeing that: Yes, it was unfair that she looked so tiny and cute with blue blush. Sometimes, life wasn’t fair, and it was coming for Renjun and Jeno’s heart in the form of a very tiny girl with a blueberry nose. 

With a pat on the arm from Renjun, Jeno released Aria from his grip who promptly turned around and rained a series of light smacks onto his chest, only stopping when her rings snagged in the necklace he wore. He made no effort to help her, asides from holding her up when he accidentally leaned back and nearly took her down with him. 

“Traitor!” She declared once she had untangled the jewelry. For her own revenge, she ran a finger through her hair to collect the chalk and smudged the colour onto Jeno’s cheek in a bright smear. 

The shocked look in his wide eyes was enough to have Renjun coughing out a laugh, the other two soon following. The patch of grass they had settled onto was far enough away from the filming location that there were no petals to hinder Aria’s plans of laying down onto her back, hands splayed over her stomach as she laughed along with the boys. 

“Guys!” It was Mark’s call that drew their attention away from the coloured chalk - although Renjun did let out another snicker at the light blue cloud that Aria’s hair left on the grass where she had been laying - and together the trio made their way back over to the other five members. 

When Jeno and Renjun got distracted in comparing the temporary tattoos they had both been decorated with, Aria slowed her pace enough to let the two wander ahead without her. 

She slid her focus away from the duo and towards the group that had settled in between the flower-covered goalposts, some standing, some sitting.

The bright colours of this concept was a nice change, Aria thought. She loved doing sexier concepts - don’t get her wrong, she loved the empowerment that came with it, and the twitter reactions were always fun to scroll through - but she’d missed this kind of bubble pop. Songs that made something uncurl up in your chest, complemented and encouraged by all the bright colours and messages. 

When Aria had read through the lyrics the first time, she’d never felt like she’d loved a song more without hearing it. They meant something, especially to her. 

Hello, Future; and all that.

And the costuming was always so fun. Short skirts were never the most ideal things to dance in, and the heeled shoes were the bane of her existence (no matter how good she looked in them) so the sturdy boots and durable overalls was a welcome switch-out. 

Her boys looked happy with it as well.

With Hot Sauce, there was an infinite amount pressure to get it right. It was the first full album that NCT Dream was going to release, and it was 8DREAM. They had Mark back. They were all adults at that point. There were expectations to meet. They couldn’t pass things off as being children anymore; they had millions of eyes watching them, and it was like having someone breathing down your neck. 

The pressure just kept mounting and mounting until it loomed over them all like dark clouds that you could just know held heavy rain. It was like they were debuting all over again. Re-debuting as eight again. Aria doesn’t think she remembers a single thing from the set at all. The whole thing is just a blur in her memory. 

Hello, Future, this time around, is different. The members had gathered in the living room around Donghyuck’s laptop when the Hot Sauce music video aired, watching as the views racked up and positive comment after positive comment poured in. They’d read through each and every one, Mark and Aria translating the English ones that the others couldn’t read. 

If Aria cried, one arm wrapped tightly around Jaemin, with the other held Mark’s right hand in his lap, then no one commented on it. It could be, because they had tears of their own in their eyes - but no one can say for sure.

They ended up sleeping on the floor that night, laptop discarded on the couch that was stripped bare of pillows and throw blankets. Curled around each other - this time with her head on Renjun’s chest and her stomach monopolized by both Chenle and Jisung lying horizontal from each other, Aria felt the tension and the fear that had been teeming underneath her shoulders for the last two months abate. 

The terror that if the album had flopped, then they’d be facing disbandment like so many kneitzens wanted. 

Or worse: Dream would keep going, but they’d lose Mark again. 

Even the thought made something horrible curl up in the pit of Aria’s stomach. 

No. 

Never again. 

The odd sleeping arrangements were not something that were uncommon in the Dreamies dorm (Honestly, Aria can’t remember the last time she had slept alone in a room, let alone a bed. They had a system worked out for when someone genuinely needed time alone, but otherwise, most bedroom doors remained open all night.)

This time, Mark was forcibly settled into the middle, everyone clamoring that he’d missed out on nearly three years of them - and he wasn’t getting ride of them that easily again. 

To his credit, Mark went without much argument, although that probably falls down due to the fact that god, he had missed them too. 

Over the weeks of practicing together, re-working the choreography for the songs that had been released when Dream was seven members only, they found their rhythm again. The one that they had lost in 2019, the one that Mark had taken with him when he’d graduated from the group.

Finding it again felt easier than breathing. 

Aria thought she’d never get to see her boys smile so brightly as they did together again, giving the colourful flowers lining the grass a run for their money. 

From her position a ways away from the group, she watched as Chenle immediately launched himself at Jeno as soon as he was close enough, tackling the older boy onto the ground where they both landed with a thud, Chenle’s head whipping backwards with the force.

She watched as Jeno - ever careful - had tucked a hand behind Chenle’s head to catch him even before they started to fall, his hand taking all the impact as they came into contact with the ground.

Jisung was quick to clamber up, eager to pull Renjun over to Jaemin and show him what they had been doing. She watched as Jaemin held up a small crown made of the fake petals, held together loosely by the short strands of confetti that were scattered around the goalposts. 

Mark was leaning his back against the post, head tilted down onto Donghyuck’s shoulder. Donghyuck was watching Jeno and Chenle wrestle with each other - cheering for one or the other, depending on who was winning at that exact moment. 

Aria watched as Donghyuck slowly slipped into silence, tilting his head down to look at Mark’s peaceful expression as the eldest seemed to almost doze off on his shoulder. 

And, she watched as Donghyuck lifted his eyes, flickering from each of the members. His eyebrows furrowed, scanning the group again before he craned his neck towards the rest of the field.

When his eyes locked onto Aria’s, he raised an eyebrow, but deigned to stay quiet - choosing against startling Mark with a yell. His expression was enough, though. 

Donghyuck understood Aria on a certain level that she thought not a lot of people could. She had a unique bond with each member of Dream, but Donghyuck sometimes knew what was going on in her head before she even did. 

Which is why, instead of teasing her for being an introvert, or running away; when Aria strolled up to join the group he just extended the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Mark’s waist, beckoning to her.

After being firmly tucked into his other side, Aria curled into his chest with a sigh, shivering lightly when the sun slid behind a cloud for a brief second and the air felt cooler than it had all day.

Feeling her shudder, Donghyuck tilted his head down to look at her the same way he’d looked at Mark a moment ago, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“You okay?” 

Aria nodded. “M’okay.” 

(Donghyuck didn’t realize that his lips were blue from the chalk until Jisung pointed it out, some thirty minutes later.)

[starryseung]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

you are chan’s muse; there’s no denying in that

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates at the beach, where you would walk hand in hand across the shore

he would bring his ukulele and play random hymns, with you playing with your feet in the sand as his voice surrounds you

also the kind to ask your dad for permission whenever he wanted to take you out (promising to be back before curfew)

and always walks you back home, no matter how early or late it is

takes you out for long drives around the town side during weekends

his mustang is rusty but has an open roof so you stand up and let the fresh country wind hit your face

“i love you chan!”

and he just giggles at your actions

“stop y/n~ you’re embarrassing me,”

but lets you do it because there’s no one around

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

small doodles on the back of your hand and wrists (!!!)

has matching heart and butterfly brooches for your jean jackets

always has your hand in his no matter what. it gives him a sense of protection.

world’s certified ‘biggest and warmest hugs giver’: bang chan©!

hugs you when you’re upset, hugs you when you’re happy

also likes having you sit in his lap

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses with chan are always sweet

he wants you to feel safe and comfortable whenever he can, so he’ll kiss you randomly on your cheek / the back of your hand

sometimes decorate your hair with flowers and then kiss your forehead uwu

you two rarely make out but when you do — oof it’s intense

but still always cautious with each step and makes sure you both are okay with everything because mans ain’t here to hurt you

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐

he is a prince, and you’re his crown

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

daily evening walks at the park with his cats is a must

you two take turns sitting and pushing each other on the swing (even though it’s usually him pushing you because he loves hearing your laughs and squeals when he pushes you a little too high)

favourite habit: eating slushies every other day while you’re swinging on the swings at the park

on the walk back home you two’d compare your tongue colours, laughing at each other while making stupid faces

“your tongue looks like you ate a smurf!”

“shut up, your’s looks like you ate tweety,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

he doesn’t usually initiate the hand-holding, acting like he’s a man or whatever

but desperately wants you to do it because he loves it

not much of a touchy person, but likes having your head on his chest while you two are lying down on the grass at the evening, stargazing

also likes having you play with his hair

always keeps you close with a hand on your waist

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

sometimes you’d have to kiss him back to earth when he’s daydreaming, making him smile uncontrollably at your soft-ness

but pda is very low

smiley kisses you on the forehead when you’re super happy about something

evening make-out sessions include: you in his lap, him smirking into the kiss, kissing down your jaw while you’re tugging at his hair

but little to no hickeys (only you can give them to him because he’s still scared of your dad)

overall whipped af for you

𝒔𝒆𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

he writes songs about you; sings them to you when you’re down

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

changbin might not show it but he loves impressing you

like even if you tell him otherwise, he has this slight alert at the back of his head that you think he’s not enough

so he goes the extra mile to keep you happy (not that you’re complaining)

you two secretly have a piercing on the ear

okay but can we all agree on how changbin would show you off to all his friends? yes thank you.

occasional dates at home and he orders take out for you two (you deny him but he’s a rich boi so he’s gonna spoil you)

never stops with the dad jokes and laughs when you give him emotion-less reactions

“Why do eggs never tell each other jokes? Because they’d crack each other up!”

“Shut up Binnie, I’m gonna crack your head now,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

*cue the changbin signature schoolgirl laugh when you’re acting a little stupid*

always has his hand at the small of your back / on your shoulder

lets you call him stupid and cute nicknames, but calls you really few like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’

has a hand on your thigh a l w a y s (also the place where your tickle fights start)

hugs and pouts when you don’t do things his way

only he is allowed to make fun of you (then continues messing around when he thinks you’re a lil upset)

likes it when you play with his guns hands and fingers

sleeps with his head in your lap / on your chest

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay but changbin is so c a r e f u l while kissing you because he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfy in any way

pouty babie when you don’t kiss him / ignore him

now you’re always showering him with kisses, so he feels a lil empty when you’re not around

hands on your hips when you kiss

sometimes pushes your hair back when they come in the way, then proceeds to smile into the kiss

𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

“so many flowers in the world, and you’re still prettier than them all”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

always has your hand in his. like, a l w a y s.

takes you flower picking with him (!!!)

you’d run through the fields, and he’d take pictures of you in the knee-high grass and flowers in your hands

oh oh he’d take polaroid pictures of you everywhere but there’s really less ones you two together because he’s always taking yours only (there’s one of you and him with daisies and it’s in his wallet pocket uwu)

you two make flower crowns for each other with the flowers you picked, taking each others pictures afterwards

loves trying out new foods with you from different places

he tries to keep you happy / make you laugh so it goes something like,,

“okay that barbecue pizza was so good, we should definitely come around again jinnie,”

“y-yeah we should! it was awesome,” (proceeds to turn around and drink glugs of water to dissipate the disgusting taste from his pallette)

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

unlike chan, i don’t see hyunjin as someone who would drive long distances at night, so you two would sleep in at his house

cuddles!! all the time!!!

and you always wear his hoodies and shirts because they’re so warm and smell of him you’re practically drowning in them lol

loves having a leg and hand around you while you’re watching movies on his small crt tv

usually he cuddles you when you’re playing with kkami

because kkami is adorable and you are adorable so like,, double adorable

loves it when you have your hand in his hair, but also loves vice versa

hugs you while sleeping (small sleepy pout on his face as he sleeps with his head on your chest)

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

his soft lips are his charming point and so very kissable, so no one should would disagree when i say that his kisses are dripping in honey

normally he would kiss you first, but equally loves it when you initiate it

hands rubbing small circles on your thighs and stomach while you’re kissing

make-out sessions are soft and giggly, and you two usually just sleep dead tired after that

sometimes spices things up and bites your bottom lip, giggling as you’re shocked at his bold actions

making out with him can never go wrong (scientifically proven)

a/n; ckwjniefvbu i had so much fun writing this lmao thank you @mini-meanhoe​ for your brains and permission :D maknae line will come soon!!! <3

note; credits to @lq-bangchan @heekkiedits @bangchanzuwu @byul-bit-arae for the pictures!!

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