#fat squirrel hate

[fuzzjunkie]

[satellites-halo]

[average-wooper-enjoyer]

Day 5:

Squirrel! This is the acorn witches little familiar. Never drawn a Squirrel before so I hope this beastly gluttonous creature is adequate for all you Squirrel enthusiasts

[so-much-for-subtlety]

[nuvomica]

stop the marvel rivals designs for women suck so bad and it's insane that it's not talked about more

[giggibaloggio]

how can anyone despise such wonderful and marvelous creatures is beyond me

a collection of images from my favorite bit subreddit

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

The yandere Pete love letter was SO GOOD!!! Could you please do Jerry or Bill next? ❤️❤️❤️

This Invasion Makes Me Feel Worthless, Hopeless, Sick

Summary: You’re infecting Bill’s mind…and he hates it

Word count: 990

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, stalking, implied wet dreams, mixed signals,

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This was so fun to do (cause I think Bill’s love letter would be very, VERY stalkerish)

Reblogs are appreciated!

I keep seeing you in the halls, you know? It’s weird. All of my life, normies have been in the background of my life. Still remember the time I lost my Superman cape on Halloween cause fucking Brad and his bullies tore it up and hung me up in the tree. My mom had to get me down, and she scolded me! Saying I care too much about those “childish” hobbies and “You should just grow up”. What the fuck does she know? Only started to act like this when it was clear my dad’s late night leaving meant she was stuck with a parasite.

Don’t get me wrong; you’re exactly like that. Noticed you in my math class, being over excited to answer the questions and anxiously looking at your notebook while taking notes. You know, you shouldn’t even be in calculus if you’re so nervous?! At least when I read my comics in class and the teacher calls me out, I can answer confidently. At least I CAN GET THE FUCKING ANSWER RIGHT?!

Whatever. The point being that you don’t stand out to me, or at least you shouldn’t. Like the others, you blend into the background, and I stay as the underdog.

However, how the fuck do you know about X-Men and Squirrel Girl?! The stickers on your locker indicate that you actually read that shit, and that’s something to gawk at! You? Having normie friends, doing normie activities and being just fucking normal, actually liking the same shit I did?! I’ve spent weeks of my life, reading the latest editions and waking everyone up because I noticed a mistake with my copy? The same shit I waited online at midnight for, kicking and screaming because they said they had enough copies for everyone, but ALL OF A SUDDEN didn’t when I came through the door?! Like, it’s not my fault little kids don’t know what hit them on the way out!

What’s worse is that you keep appearing to me as fucking Emma Frost. Her blonde hair being replaced with your (H/C). You’re lying on my bed, teasing the FUCK out of me. What’s worse is that it’s in her Hellfire Club outfit.

I can forgive Wonder Woman, Lara Croft, Trinity and even Tasha Yar (it was a wet dream with her) but Emma Frost?! She was sacred to me, until your fucking being invaded my dreams. I can still hear your voice saying “Come to bed, honey” in that stupid fucking voice! Your finger beckoning me to come…and I did.

Despite all fucking instincts, I FUCKING DID! I went over to you and ravished you like a fucking fool. It didn’t even look like those porn videos, but an actual sappy romance scene! Just two people crashing lips together!

…you’ve invaded my mind. You’re controlling me like Professor Xavier did to Magneto in the cartoon. Every time I see you walking in the hallways, the thoughts I formed in my brain just melt away, and all I’m left with is you. You’ve imprinted me. Every last capacity of my brain has been invaded by your existence.

It’s gotten to the point where the club mocks me, especially that fat piece of shit boulder! I can hear his nasal laughter while he talks about me being “whipped”! FUCKING WHIPPED! The only thing whipped are pussies and normies, AND YOU’VE TURNED ME INTO THAT!

You’re not even that interesting! You get up, take a 5 minute shower (usually doing your face and body), put on that expensive skincare only available at Sephora, eat the breakfast your mom usually makes (pancakes with a toast is your go to) and then head out!

You stop for a coffee (iced with 2 sugar and cream) and head to school. Going to your locker on the third floor (the twelfth one) and talking to your friends (your locker is so strange…it’s like someone molded you to be my other half….even the way you talk about the latest comics…)

I only have you for third period calculus, and you’re so strange. Always paying attention to class and actually responding to what the teacher says. It’s like you actually like being in class. Strange….

I hate your friends. Seeing them near you is like bugs crawling in my spine. I hate them. I hate them so fucking much. I hate how happy you seem with them, the way your hand gently pushes them jokingly….that should be me. I want that warmth in your eyes, that soft touch you can bring. Still remember how you offered me a pen when I couldn’t find any. I’d admit, I grip onto your hand when I accepted…you smelt so fucking good. Like a floral, clean scent. You would look so beautiful in my collection. My most prized collectible. And I can show you off, cause I caught you. You. YOU!

I hate you. I want to crawl myself into your skin and become you. See how you function…see how you deal with this day to day life. You’re so intriguing.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

I hate you. Just stay the fuck away from me.

-William Alan Dickey

[tessereact]

I think there would be a fat trimming hate subreddit like there is for squirrels.

[marvelrivalsimagines]

Nutty Wingman | Squirrel Girl x Reader

Summary: Tippy seems to have “suddenly” gone missing somewhere out in the woods and you offer to help Doreen look for her best friend. 

Author notes: Gender neutral reader with no uses of Y/N. My first Marvel Rivals fanfic, my first fic posted to this account, and the first fic I’m ever posting publicly! I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave some feedback :) 

Warnings: None!

Word count: 2,511

It can be hard to catch a break when the entire fate of the multiverse rests on your shoulders, but luckily for you and your team it’s been decided that you’ve all earned one. Taking a rest near the site of your last mission, you and your allies have spent the past few hours in a cozy cabin amongst the snowy woods. It’s truly been a sight for sore eyes considering the multiversal chaos you’ve been through in the past few days. Currently, you stand in the kitchen of the cabin making yourself a warm drink. 

“Tippy! Tippy Toes!” 

You quickly move to peek out of the window over the small sink and you see Doreen standing near the tree line that surrounds the small cabin. The yelling continues and it’s definitely coming from Doreen, but it’s almost hard to recognize the voice as her’s when it’s without all of Doreen’s usual excitement and levity. 

It’s difficult to tell what, exactly, is going on outside but with the way that Doreen paces and looks around wildly as if she’s searching for something it’s clear that she’s upset. After lingering at the window for long enough you rush to place your drink down on the counter and move to the door of the cabin. You pull on your snow boots, forgetting the winter jacket and scarf that the weather outside seems to call for, and rush to see what’s upsetting your friend so much. As you trudge through the snow that blankets the ground outside as fast as you can, you now see Doreen animatedly talking to a dark brown squirrel in a tree. 

“She's got a big pink bow! And- And she’s got the kindest, sweetest eyes - can’t miss em! You haven’t seen her at all??” Doreen is begging this seemingly random forest squirrel and, while you’re in the minority of people out in these woods who can’t speak squirrel, you can tell by Doreen’s reaction that she isn’t getting what she wants. 

“Doreen?” You ask as you get closer to the bushy tailed girl, your breath visible in front of you as you speak. 

Doreen’s head turns to the sound of your voice and the extreme tenseness of her eyebrows eases a bit at the sight of you. “Ohmygod I’m so glad you’re here! And not just for the regular reasons!” 

“Is everything okay? I could hear you yelling from the cabin.” You take a few steps forward to get closer to Doreen, but she closes the space much faster by practically leaping forward towards you, taking hold of your shoulders with a desperate grip. Instinctively your hands move to hold onto Doreen’s forearms to steady yourself as she throws you slightly off balance. 

“I can’t find Tippy Toes! I- You know that Tippy hates being cooped up inside for too long, so I came outside with her to take a little walk! I’ll admit it, I got distracted for a second because I thought I saw an adorable, real fat squirrel. But when I turned back to Tippy she was gone! What if she got jealous of that fat squirrel and decided to leave me forever? Or- Or- What if some tentacle-y, gooped up, interdimensional time stream creature just swallowed her up while I wasn't looking?! Oh Tippy I’m so sorry-” Doreen’s words spill out of her mouth, the more she talks the faster her words come out as her thoughts spiral, and her grip continues to tighten on you. 

“Hey, hey, calm down…” You try to interrupt Doreen’s runaway train of thoughts with a slow and gentle tone as you place one of your hands on top of Doreen’s. Her wide eyes relax slightly and her hands, especially the one that your own hand rests over, loosens its grip. But her intense, worried expression remains as she stares at you, seemingly hoping for some reassurance from you. 

You give Doreen a small smile before speaking again. “I don’t think any of those things happened. Tippy is probably just in one of these trees somewhere doing… Squirrel things. I’ll help you find her if you want-” 

“Really??” Doreen says quickly, barely letting you finish your sentence. Her head perks up almost as quickly as her attitude does and her hands that were on your shoulders suddenly wrap around your back, bringing you into a strong bear hug. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! How could I ever repay such kindness?” Doreen states dramatically as she sways back and forth excitedly with you in her arms. 

“Don’t worry about it…” You mumble as your face is squished slightly into Doreen’s shoulder. Despite the slightly awkward position, you’re unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across your face. The hug is tight as Doreen’s arms wrap fully around you; she holds you close against her body and you can feel the puffy surface of her winter jacket pressing against your skin. The fur trim that decorates the jacket tickles a little bit and as you rest against her you can begin to feel the warmth from Doreen’s body.  While the hug is certainly tight, it’s really impossible to complain when you feel so comfortable.

“Hey, let’s go, partner! If we don’t find Tippy before her dinner time she’ll be real upset!” Doreen says cheerily, her arms having loosened from around you for an unknown amount of time. She looks expectantly at you, waiting for you to come back from whatever you were daydreaming about. 

Heat rises to your cheeks as you realize that the hug had ended far before you were able to stop yourself from thinking about it. “Oh- Of course. Lead the way, I’m sure you have a better guess of where Tippy might have gone than me.” 

“Hmmm. If I were a squirrel, which I kind of am, I would have gone…” Doreen placed a hand on her chin, rubbing at the skin in an exaggerated display of thought. “This way!” She points in a direction that seems fairly random to you and begins to walk with excitement. 

“Is there any reason you think Tippy went this way?” You ask, genuinely curious if the squirrel had left behind some hint that you couldn’t pick up on. You’ve seen lots of heroes, both allies and enemies, brush Doreen’s powers off with confidence, assuming that her control of squirrels was useless. It always makes you smile to see just how quickly Doreen proves them wrong, putting countless heroes in their place. 

“Well knowing that hungry squirrel as well I do, Tippy is probably gonna head where there are lots of snacks. And with my squirrel senses I can tell that there are lots of nuts this way.” Doreen responds, gesturing to the dirt path that she leads the both of you onto. 

“Have I…” The words escape your mouth before your sudden nerves have time to stop them. Both on and off the battlefield, it feels like you’ve just been spending more and more time admiring Doreen- and that moment you shared earlier added even more fuel to your feelings. You feel your heart begin to beat faster as the memory of Doreen’s hug refuses to leave your mind. “Have I ever said how cool I think your powers are, Doreen? Plus, you’re so creative, the way you use your abilities is crazy - in a good way! I’m… Really glad we’re in this multiversal mess together.” 

You can feel the drumming beat in your chest reach its peak as you finally finish your thoughts. You grimace slightly; was that a good time to compliment her, right after she just talked about how her powers help her find tree nuts in the woods? While your eyes are locked on the path ahead, mind caught up in overthinking your words, you miss the wide, genuine smile that overtakes Doreen’s face - one that wrinkles her nose slightly and lights up her eyes. 

“Aw shucks… Thank you.” Doreen’s words pause for a moment, which is rare for the girl who always seems ready to fire back a cheesy one liner, and you turn to look at her. Doreen was already staring at you, there’s a soft and almost vulnerable look in her eyes. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, your gaze quickly moves slightly away from her eyes to focus on her hair instead. You notice how some stray flakes of snow are caught up in the wild strands. “There’s not many people who really seem to appreciate how useful and strong squirrels can really be. It’s been real nice having you around, you always have my back.”

Before you can respond a strong gust blows across the path sending the long fallen snow on the ground back up into the air for a moment, flakes skittering around the dirt path. Instinctually you wrap your arms around yourself, the cold wind is a biting reminder of the fact that you forgot to put on your jacket before volunteering to help Doreen. Luckily your clothes are thick enough to have been doing an okay job at keeping you warm so far, but the wind kicking up now seems to cut right through the cloth. 

Doreen immediately picks up on your shiver and her eyebrows raise as the realization of your missing jacket seems to hit her as well. “Woah, wait a minute! Am I forgetting about some sort of anti-getting-cold-superpowers you have or do you not have a jacket for some reason?”

“Um, yeah. I guess I kind of forgot about grabbing one of those. I-I’ll be fine though, I’m sure we’ll find Tippy soon.” You start to walk forward on the path again, hoping to hurry up the search for the squirrel and get home soon. 

“Hey, Tippy is my best friend but you’re just as important to me too!” Doreen places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking away. “I’m not going to let you freeze out here, especially when the only reason you’re out here is because you’re just so super sweet and awesome and wanted to help me out! Ohhh think Doreen, think!”

Doreen places her hands on her head, her steps pacing in small circles back and forth as she racks her brain for ideas; she of course wants to keep you safe from the cold, but what about Tippy? The end of Doreen’s bushy squirrel tail flicks back and forth quickly, swishing through the air and brushing against your chest occasionally as she paces. You smile slightly at the contact, it’s a bit funny to see Doreen so focused, and the fur is surprisingly soft to the touch. 

Doreen doubles back to pace again and you giggle slightly as this time the fur brushes against your upper chest and neck, “Come on Doreen, don’t worry about me. Let’s just find Tippy fast and we’ll head back soon.” You say, which causes Doreen to stop her pacing for now. You reach a hand up to gently touch the fur of Doreen’s tail and move some of it away so it’s no longer brushing up against the ticklish area of your neck. You still let the fluff rest against your chest, hoping it’s not too obvious that you’re enjoying both the physical contact and the warmth that the thick fur provides. 

“Ah hah!” Doreen says, suddenly rushing closer to your side. She loops an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her side. Before you can ask what idea suddenly came to her, Doreen’s tail wraps around you as much as it can, going around your back and over your shoulders. The end of the tail brushes against the side of your face, the soft fur resting up against your cheek. A massive, proud smile is plastered across Doreen’s face as she looks at you. Her hand that isn’t around you rests against her hip and her chest is puffed up, confident in her solution. “Squirrel powers to the rescue yet again! Who knew this old thing would come in handy huh?”

You can feel Doreen’s arm across your back and her hand on your shoulder, her gentle but determined grip ensures you’re glued right to her side. The thick fur is certainly protecting you from the wind now as the soft strands brush against some of your skin; a little ticklish but also comforting. It’s surprisingly similar to being wrapped up in a very thick blanket, tucked in so tight you can’t move your arms much. You can’t help but lean into the fur that rests near your face, letting your cheek brush up against the smooth fur that slightly warms up the skin that had been battered by the cold wind.  

“Are you spacing out on me again?” Doreen’s face gets teasingly closer to your own as she easily notices your lack of words as you appreciate, literally, being wrapped up with her. A slightly mischievous, but still sweet, look crosses her face as she sees your wide eyes and flustered expression. Doreen can’t help but giggle as your faces draw closer and closer to each other, both of you closing the gap now, and your noses almost touch. “Squirrel got your tongue?” Doreen teases again, her voice low, almost a whisper as you’re so close together. 

You give a quick, chaste kiss to the end of Doreen’s nose. As you do so, you can see a bright pink blush spread across her cheeks as her mouth drops open slightly, only to quickly close in a warm smile. Doreen moves her free hand to gently take hold of the side of your face, giving you the time to move away if you wanted. When she feels you lean into her touch, however, she closes her eyes and quickly brings her lips towards yours in a kiss. Like Doreen, the kiss is sweet with a palpable excitement in the way she presses her lips against yours. After a few moments Doreen pulls away from the kiss and gazes into your eyes. 

“D’awww!! You're just the sweetest, cutest person ever! I should just wrap you up like this and take you everywhere with me every day!” Doreen coos, moving her other arm to wrap you up in a bear hug and truly smother you. You muscles relax, fully leaning into the hug as you’re warmed by the embrace and infectious excitement of Doreen. 

Somewhere off in a tree a few meters away from the both of you sits a small, white squirrel with a pink bow. Tippy chuckles, or makes a noise as close to chuckling as a squirrel can, to herself as she watches you and Doreen in each other's arms. She’s starting to get cold as well, but as Tippy sees the content smiles on both of your faces she decides to give you both a few more minutes of peace on the trail. As Tippy grooms herself on one of the snow covered tree branches she thinks of all the extra nuts she can ask for as a reward for her matchmaking skills. 

[nativegirltapes]

fav drew pics?😻

gonna explain all 6 bc i’m fucking crazy

1 his hands ???? fuck my big fat chungus life shove those fingers down my damn throat and tell me you hate me

2 it’s giving boyfriend and i just love the fit and the carabiner i just need him so damn bad it’s not even funny

3 he looks so big and bad + it’s giving him squaring up to your bum ass ex

4 this picture is so boyfriend 🙁 it’s like telling drew to pose and he’s just giggling and smiling bc he love u sm

5 do i even need to say anything? big ass chest big ass shoulders ……. i wanna crawl on him like a damn squirrel to a tree.

6 my fav pic of all time probably. pussy drunk. enough said.

[archangeldyke-all]

No bc I keep thinking of modern Sev trying to get into the dating game because she wants to settle down and she gets on a dating app because Jinx had mentioned in a conversation with Silco and she ends up matching with reader,,, ahh it’s stuck in my brain

i changed this just a bit to make jinx even more of a shithead hehehe i hope u love it

men and minors dni

"aunt sevy." sevika rolls her eyes at the nickname she hates, and looks up from her book at jinx.

the girl's ten years old now, old enough to know just the right buttons to push to annoy sevika. and sevika's stuck on babysitting duty, because she's an idiot and agreed to be the shithead's godmother when jinx was still a harmless, quiet baby.

"what?" she grunts.

"why don't you have a wife?" jinx asks.

sevika groans. "did your dad put you up to this?" she asks. silco's been bothering her about the same thing lately.

"no." she says. "'m jus' wonderin'. when we have birthday parties and stuff, all the adults bring their boyfriends and girlfriends and wives. but you never do. why not?" jinx asks.

sevika tries her best not to kick jinx's shin. she manages, but not without flicking the kid's forehead.

the truth is that sevika's been asking herself the same thing lately. but she's realized that after so many years of emotionless hook-ups, she's got no idea how a relationship would even fucking work, and she's decided it's easier for everyone if she just... doesn't try.

"mind your own buisness." sevika grunts eventually. jinx studies her with those frighteningly inquisitive eyes of hers, before she smirks, turns on her heel, and runs to her room.

sevika's too relieved by jinx's disappearance that she doesn't even consider that the girl could be up to something.

three days later, sevika gets a call from silco at five in the morning.

"do you know what fucking time it is?" she groans into the receiver as she rubs her sleepy eyes.

"i'm sorry."

"what's so fuckin' important that you couldn't wait to tell me at work?" sevika asks.

silco's responding sigh is long enough for sevika's stomach to sink. "you should dress nice today. a suit, maybe, or at least nice slacks and a button up."

"why? do we have a meeting?"

"no." silco says. sevika waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. she huffs.

"silco what the fuck is going on?" she asks.

"you have a date tonight."

it's silent for a few moments. sevika tries to remember if she'd drunkinly given out her number to someone, or if silco asked her to butter up a client. she draws a blank. "...i do?" she asks.

silco sighs again. "jinx got the idea in her head that you need a wife, so she made you a dating profile."

"what?!"

"she's been cat fishing some poor person as you, and she's scheduled a date for the two of you tonight at seven."

"she what!?" sevika screams. her neighbor pounds on the wall that they share. sevika pounds right back. "silco, there is no way in hell i'm going on a date jinx set up for me."

"yes, i figured you'd say that." silco sighs. sevika's phone buzzes. "check your messages."

sevika pulls her phone away from her face and checks the new text sent from silco.

she gulps when your picture pops onto her screen.

you're... everything. if sevika was asked to describe her type, she'd have described you to a tee.

silco starts talking on the other line, and sevika blinks down at your picture one last time before pulling it back up to her face.

"fine." sevika grunts. she can hear silco's smile, and she huffs. "shut the fuck up. which suit should i wear?"

silco cackles on the other line.

sevika almost passes out when she meets you in person. you're stunning, and she's nervous, and she knows absolutely nothing about you even though it seems like jinx has told you everything about her.

it's only when you've ordered your dinner and are chatting over bread that sevika finally confesses.

"i have to tell you something." she mutters.

you pause mid-chew, your lame story about a fat squirrel you'd seen earlier today entirely forgotten at the sight of your gorgeous date's grimace. "don't tell me you're straight." you groan.

sevika cackles, and you relax a bit into your seat, smiling as you watch her catch her breath. "no!" she laughs. "god, no." she wipes her eyes. "i am very gay. and i find you..." she trails off, her eyes darting down to your lips for just a flash, before she blinks and shakes her head. "very attractive." she says.

you gulp, ignoring your sudden arousal. "so... what's the problem?" you ask.

sevika sighs and looks down at her hands. "you've been catfished."

you frown. "uh..." you study the woman in front of you. "you are sevika right? i mean... you look just like your pictures..."

sevika chuckles and shakes her head. "yes, that's me in those pictures. but you haven't been talking to me all week."

"so..." you're beyond confused. "who have i been talking to?" you ask.

sevika cringes. "my fucking shithead niece." she says.

relief floods your body. this isn't a scam or a fucked up prank-- it's a real date with a beautiful woman who's looking at you like she's expecting you to throw your glass of wine in her face.

instead, you burst into laughter. "you sound awfully fond of her."

sevika's stiff posture relaxes, and she huffs her own laugh. "she was cute before she could talk." she says, shrugging. you laugh even harder, reaching across the table to take sevika's hand and squeeze it as you try to compose yourself. "but now she's old enough to ask me why i'm still single and work a smartphone..."

"well, that explains why you had so many typos in your texts."

"oh, god." sevika groans.

"you misspelled 'restaurant' like five times."

"it's a hard word." she chuckles.

you pull the gorgeous woman's hand up to kiss her knuckles, and watch in fascination as all her worry and embarrassment melts away. "so." you say.

"so." sevika repeats.

"if you'd like to leave i understand, i won't be offended. i'm not sure i'd be into the dates my little cousins would pick out for me."

"no!" sevika shouts. she cringes as half the restaurant turns to look at her. you giggle. "no, that's not-- i really want to be here. i just-- i just wanted you to know that you weren't talking to me... you were talking to a ten year old."

it's quiet for a minute as you try to wrap your mind around the situation. so you'll have to re-introduce yourself to the woman in front of you-- that's fine. you're looking forward to getting to know her, and it seems like she wants to get to know you too.

you take a sip of your wine, then giggle when a thought occurs to you. "god, i'm so fucking glad i didn't try sexting with you." you say.

sevika bursts into surprised laughter, and she has to pinch herself to keep from launching over the table and kissing you.

(jinx never lets sevika live down the fact that she married the first person she picked out for her aunt.)

(jinx also officiates your wedding.)

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[tastefullyoffensive]

30 Funniest Pictures From “Fat Squirrel Hate” — An Internet Group That Exists Solely To Roast Chonky Squirrels

[solivagant242]

losing you pt.7

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt.8

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you’d like <3

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Amberly is fighting what feels like a losing battle.

She’s stopped trying to reach out. Stopped trying to talk, to hang out, to make plans. Every day the shell she’s built around herself gets a little thicker, a little harder.

She gets up in the morning. Early, which hasn’t changed at least. She goes for a walk by herself, her only company the fat gray squirrels chasing each other over the brown leaves in the gutter. She doesn’t kiss Remus’ forehead or ask him if he’d like her to warm some bread or start the kettle for tea. She makes him a plate of food, placed neatly under another one in the oven so it will stay warm, and then takes a shower and dresses in clothes she lay out the night before. Gone are the days of sleepy cuddles, of clinging to each other in the early morning hours, curled into each other like tired cats.

By the time Remus is out of bed, she tries to be gone and out of the house. Her job as a high-school math tutor has gone fully remote, as most of the students in the district are just starting school, so she’s taking calls from kids across the country or even the world. She takes her laptop, charger, and headphones to the little cafe down the street and curls up in her favorite window seat that overlooks the entrance. 

She heads back around four every day, so that she has time to make dinner and warm it up for him. After that she makes herself scarce. Heads to the library, headphones on, buries herself in a book or writing so that she doesn’t have to think. Loses herself so well there’s always a slight shock when she looks up and sees the dimming light around her.

And at night? Amberly keeps to her side of the bed. Curls herself around her pillow, hugging it to her chest, teetering on the very edge of the mattress with her back to Remus if she can help it. She doesn’t hug him. Doesn’t touch him or reach for him in her sleep. The nightmares that used to plague her are back, back with a vengeance now that she doesn’t have the solid comfort of Remus’ warmth against her. More often than not she finds herself leaving the bed in the gray hours of dawn, teeth chattering in the early chilliness of the house, to plaster herself against the soft plush of the couch and close her eyes, praying for the bad dream to end.

She doesn’t feel…anything? Maybe that’s not accurate; she knows she should feel something. Anger, like Lily had suggested. Or sadness at the rapidly growing pit that had once been their relationship. 

But all Amberly can feel is numb.

Every time she wants so, so so badly to reach out to Remus, to pet his hair or ask for a hug or rest her head on his shoulder, she just remembers that bitter, hateful rage behind her eyes when he spat those words at her.

“I don’t want you…”

And she wraps herself in gray silence like a cloak, the weight of unspoken words heavy on her tongue. 

Remus feels like he’s losing his mind. 

What’s worse is that he has exactly what he wanted. But now he doesn’t want it, not unless Amberly is there. 

He wanted to be left alone. He wanted for her to stop clinging to him, always asking if he was okay, if he wanted to do something together. He wanted some space to breathe, neglecting to realize that the only reason Amberly had been in his space was because she was trying to take care of him.

Well, now he has that.

She doesn’t text him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to. She’d send him good morning, i love you, i had a CRAZY dream about a bunny rabbit mixed with a Niffler…

Now he gets a morning, love you, food is in the oven.

She used to answer him right away. Always there, always ready- do you need me to make you that herbal mix for your bath? How about I fill you a hot water bottle? Love, would you like some popcorn or is your headache too bad?

He’s lucky if he gets a response within two hours now.

For the first time he knows how she felt. As it turns out, seeing the response ty to have a good day today love really, really hurts. 

She doesn’t hug him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to, wrapping her arms around him and burrowing into the crook of his neck like a sleepy cat. Her warm embrace has become a one-armed, uncomfortable bump together that she always stiffens at and leans away from as soon as possible. 

Amberly used to rest her head on his shoulder, grab his hand and interlock the fingers, hug him from behind, curl up in his lap. Now she barely touches him, and if she does, it’s quick and very plainly not wanted. She doesn’t look at him that much anymore either. That beautiful light from her brown eyes that he’d loved from the moment he met her is now dulled, maybe even extinguished completely.

Her presence in the house reminds him of a ghost. She dodges in and out like autumn mist, timing her leaving and arriving with his. He can’t remember the last time they sat in a room to have a conversation. Fuck, he can’t remember the last time they even talked, outside of short, brief exchanges: dinner’s on the table. I got your meds, they’re on the dresser. Already locked the door.

But through all that growing blackness, all he can think, a dull pulse in his ears, is this is exactly how you treated her, and you were stupid enough to think it was okay.

Amberly can feel herself fading. 

She’s lost weight. She doesn’t know how. Maybe when the whole thing had gotten really bad, when she had entirely lost her appetite for anything at all. Sleep. Physical affection (she cringed at the thought, imagining what Remus’ mind was probably on when he touched her- does she ever leave me alone? Why does she have to be around me, clinging to me, every second of the day?). Food. Water. 

Her eyes have shadows under them. In dim light, they look like bruises. As if she’s some weeping, scar-faced ghoul.

The only thing that she wants to do is watch the sunset. Watch the sky, and remember happier times. Even though that just makes her sadder with the memories that might have been but now probably never would be. 

She closes her eyes, curls around the pillow, and slips uneasily into a jerky sleep.

Remus stares at the ceiling next to her. 

He can feel it. Can feel his girlfriend slipping away from him, shutting down more and more every day. 

His eyes burn at the memory of those hateful words. Of what he’d said to her.

You fucking ruined things with the one person who cared more about you than themselves. All because you couldn’t just admit that you needed her.

And now she’s gone.

The guilt sloshes in his stomach. He can still see her brown eyes in front of him, puddled with tears. He can still hear the little noise she’d made when he spoke the words that broke her. As if a part of her had been suddenly, irreparably shattered. 

How could I have said that to her?

He turns to peer at Amberly, sleeping next to him.

She’s curled into a little ball around her pillow, and his throat swells with tears as he remembers how she used to cling to him. How she’d cuddle into his shoulder with a happy sigh, and he’d kiss her hair and tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her.

Now she doesn’t even want to look at me.

Remus closes his eyes.

I fucked up.

[cbk1000]

First Line Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics. Tagged by @the-forbidden-forest, i.e. @aemelia in Harry Potter drag.

The Book of Merthur:

There were on that day (a Tuesday) two things of especial note: the first was the occurrence of a murder, and the second was the absence of a murder.

As-yet-untitled sequel to All Things Loved and Lovesick:

Diggy the Golden Retriever was one of those fine, upstanding gentlemen for whom the word ‘chap’ was invented; and Merlin was gravely sorry to do him such a grievous wrong.

For Naught Daunts Love While It Will:

On a pleasant day, when the heath is the colour of spring, and the trees in the sun are home to no worse murderer than a squirrel, an empty wood is a kind of haven.

The Fools Will Be Still Fools:

Waverley Station, not to put too fine a point on it, was the most wretched hive of scum and villainy ever to be stolen by the British Empire; though possibly this was because Edinburgh had rained on Arthur, rather prodigiously, whilst he was legging it for the station; possibly because he had been woken, at the hour of No, to catch a train into Scotland; and possibly because he was carrying everything which Morgana owned, over every limb he owned; and consequently hated everyone.

All Things Loved and Lovesick:

The Dales in the morning light were ethereal. Less ethereal was the flat tyre which Merlin received, courtesy of a nail which some berk had jettisoned from their flatbed and left in the road for such innocent recipients as a man barreling along at the speed of It’s a Bloody Nice Day, and singing accompaniment to Lady Gaga.

Prick Love for Pricking:

It was a perfectly fair Tuesday, of middling rain; a not unremarkable accomplishment for October. Arthur, in the middle of some chips and pleasantish conversation (he was chatting with Gwen, but also Morgana: and hence the qualifying ‘ish’) did not expect there to be any interruption to what was that comfortable mundanity of being, though possibly he ought to have suspected it, since he was in the regular company of a number of deranged (Merlin), and openly insane (Morgana) hair-raisers (Gwaine); and they did not like such banalities as sanity. 

Though Love Like Light Can Flee:

Merlin was a morning person by circumstance, rather than design; and usually the circumstance was that he had a big, fat-headed prat of a friend standing outside his bedroom door at Arse O’Clock, banging on it and yelling, “Get up, you lazy sod! We’re going for a run.” This was happening to him now. He had left the kingdom of dreamers, for the demesne of men; though the word ‘left’ implies there was some tenderness to it, or element of choice, when really what had happened was that Arthur’s voice had taken him out of it like a bucket of cold water takes a man out of his thermoregulation.

And Time and the World Are Ever in Flight:

Because folklore has a right to a certain poetical flair, it is stated, many times over, by many various people, that the Once and Future King shall rise again: and there is a certain implication of glamour, as if he were going to come in as he had gone out, wielding a very large sword, under a very heroic banner. People in folklore are rather more grandiose than real ones, because no one really likes to read, in a nice little book of fairies, about how a great king might actually go about getting himself out of his tomb, which was what the lake was.

And None But Fools:

There were two methods by which Merlin entered Arthur’s flat, neatly divided according to the following categories: whether he had forgot his key, or whether he had remembered it. The former he solved by pounding at the door, and yelling, “Open up, you posh prick!”, as if he intended to arrest Arthur for being rich; and in the happy circumstance of the latter, he used the key in the way which he saw as his natural right: which is to say, whenever he liked, with no announcement whatsoever, except for the one which he made upon barging inside: “Too fancy to open your own damn door?” 

And Down the River's Dim Expanse:

We shan’t start with a drowning, since that is a nasty affair, but rather the moment of transfiguration, when the soul walks out of the drear old form.

Various theologians will tell you this or that, that it goes up or comes down depending upon if it has eaten its vegetables or masturbated or fucked the neighbours’ wife; but who can say, really, of what great stuff it is made, whether it is a thing, or whether it is a who; and where it is bound and of what it is deserving is for luminous minds to punch one another about. 

Tagging: @the-pen-pot @thesongistheriver @kirythestitchwitch and anyone else who has enough fics and wants to do this.

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part fourteen preview

Blue holds her arm out, stopping you from taking another step.

"Sh. I see one."

Up ahead, a squirrel stills on a tree, beady eyes unblinking. In a matter of seconds, Blue throws her knife and pins it to the bark through the stomach. 

"Nice," you comment. "You got it on the first try this time."

In your hand is the other squirrel she killed for you. Ghost started working on your bow yesterday. He didn't say anything to you about it, but you spotted him sitting on the porch chiseling away at a hunk of oak. Until he's finished, you've struck another deal: helping Blue skin the rabbits in exchange for her killing squirrels with you. She's better at killing them with a knife than you are, and you needed something to get you off the couch, anyway.

"This is good practice for me." She wriggles the knife out and hands you the kill. "Poor guy didn't see it coming."

"Probably better that way."

She slips the knife back to her ankle. "Do you need more? Or is two enough."

"Two is enough. I saw these flowers by the trench that I think are edible."

"You can eat flowers?" She makes a face. The two of you begin heading back toward the camp. You didn't go off too far with her. Ghost said she wasn't allowed to go past the pond without him. Truthfully, you were surprised he let her go with you at all. 

"Yeah. Pink Sorrel. They taste lemony, and I'll add the leaves, too. Like a salad."

"Yum," she says sarcastically. "Did Paul teach you that?"

You nod. "He knew a lot about plants."

"Are you sure he didn't like you?" 

"Blue," you almost groan. "You've asked me this twice now."

"Well, you seemed to have spent a lot of time with him, and he taught you a lot of things."

"You can spend time with someone and learn things from them without... liking them."

"I wouldn't know," she shrugs, waving her hand around. "There are no boys here for me to spend time with besides Ghost." 

There is a pause as a cloud rolls over the sun, turning everything dim before it passes. The weather these past few days has been fluctuating like true spring. Cold showers in the morning, intense sunlight by noon, and clouds that come and go. The cabbages Blue planted have sprouted fat, juicy leaves. You've mentally scolded yourself for not including seeds in your deal with Ghost. 

"So when are you and him going to start training or whatever?" Blue speaks up, switching subjects.

"Training?" you repeat.

"He told me you wanted to learn some things." She glances at you. "Look, let me just warn you, he can be a real hard ass. One time, he made me climb up and down a tree twenty times without stopping. And another time, he made me throw knives over and over until I hit the exact same spot on the tree again."

Right. Somehow, that last request you made of him has slipped your mind. You did ask him to teach you how to better defend yourself against other people.

It's been over a week now, and the two of you still haven't talked much except for the necessities. Honestly, it's probably best that way. Maintaining a clinical relationship with him should keep the peace and maybe even earn more of his trust. You're growing confident that he doesn't see you as much of a threat anymore. Last night, you ran into him again after waking up sweaty at some odd hour, and all he did was walk past you, step outside for a cigarette, and then go back to his room. He didn't seem suspicious of you being up at all.

That said, the reminder of the 'training' he's supposed to give you makes your teeth snag onto your lip. 

When you don't respond, Blue adds, "What exactly do you want him to show you? I hate to say it, but I don't think he'll give you one of his guns."

"No," you shake your head. "I don't want that. It's not Greys that I'm as worried about. As long I've got distance, I can use my bow for them. It's more about... other people. They get close. Too close."

"Well, you can always bite their nose off," she gives a bump to your shoulder.

You cringe. "I'd rather not have to do that again."

She pauses, looking at her boots. "What did it taste like?"

"Fucking awful. Probably the grossest thing I've ever experienced."

She looks up. "If you were a Grey, you would've loved it."

"Well, I'm human still, and I much prefer these guys." You wag the dead squirrels in front of her face and she laughs. If you could replace all her tears with that sound, you would.

"You still haven't answered my question," Blue tilts her head. "When are you getting started? Because I have some training in mind for you, too."

You arch a brow but don't question it. "Um. I don't know. Ghost hasn't said anything to me about it, and he's busy working on my bow right now."

"Why don't you ask him, then?" She shoots you a knowing smirk. "Are you scared of him, Twix?"

"No," you say all too quickly. "No... I'm not. I just don't know how to talk to him. He's not exactly approachable."

"Just do what I do. I say whatever I want to him. Except when he's pissed, then—" she freezes for a moment and lays a hand on your shoulder. "—it's better to shut up and listen. Believe me."

You speak under your breath. "Noted."

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hai! i had a request for lee!han and ler!skz :333

soo this might sound similar to binnies fic you just posted but i was thinking you could write a fic wher skz were all eating together and one of them made a joke abt hannie eating too much or that hes getting chubbier (ofc they werent trying to be mean) but then hannie gets rly sad so he like hides from everyone and becomes anxious abt himself so then they allll wreck him><

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.7k

𝙖/𝙣: @skznccmlee for you bubs 🥺

𝙩/𝙬: pinning no restraints, soft tickling

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Mmm, this is so good!” Jisung groaned happily, swallowing another spoonful of hot food. 

Minho smiled shyly as all the members complimented his cooking; it was a new recipe and he was so happy that Hannie and the others liked it.  

Jisung stuffed as much food as could physically fit into his mouth, cheeks puffing up akin to a squirrel. 

Chan giggled at the sweet sight, Jeongin reaching beside him to pinch the quokka’s cheek gently. 

“Chubby~” Innie cooed, squeezing at the older’s belly at the cute sight of it filling up after downing plates of Minho’s irresistible cooking. 

Jisung gulped down the rest, guilt suddenly flooding his senses when he noticed his puffy belly. The maknae didn’t seem to notice, continuing his playful banter with Hyunjin. 

Jisung lifted a shaky hand to his cheek, suddenly hating the way it squished under his fingers. 

He stood up, excusing himself by setting the plate in the sink and jogging to his room. 

Minho watched in mild discomfort as Jisung ran away, he had witnessed the whole scene and knew it wouldn’t take long until more terribly bad thoughts appeared in the quokka’s brain. 

Min excused himself as well, intent on finding out what happened to Hannie, and trying to make him feel better. 

The older walked up to the door, tapping on it gently. Suddenly, he heard a broken sob from within the room, and his heart cracked underneath as he slowly opened the door. 

The lump of blankets was impossibly cute, and Minho walked up to the quokka and frowned at the way poor Jisung’s entire body racked with his tears. 

Minho slightly lifted the blankets, slipping under them and wrapping his arms strongly around Hannie’s weakened shoulders, eyes saddening when a wet cheek leaned into the crook of his neck. 

“Oh, jagi.” He sighed, attempting to calm Jisung down by smiling at him. “What are you upset about now, yeobo? Aish…what am I going to do with you one of these days, hm?” Min tsked, rolling over so that Jisung was laying on him, earning a small squeak from the younger. 

Jisung just sniffled and hid his face in the fabric of Minho’s hoodie, the older’s hand coming up to play with his hair. Jisung whimpered at the slightly ticklish sensation on his nape. 

“Hyung…?” He whispered quietly, the older humming in response. “Don’t you think I’ve gotten a little…fat…?” He winced at the way Minho faltered. 

“…Fat?” Minho responded with a defeated tone. “What happened, Jisungie?” 

“I mean, I…I’m always being called chubby by the other members, and I don’t know…” Jisung sniffled, a fresh round of tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Oh, baby. I—” 

“Jisung?” 

Hannie whipped his head around and noticed all the members standing gathered at the door. Hyunjin and Innie ran over to give him a hug while the other members collected around him. 

“I’m so sorry, hyung…” Innie whispered, eyes teary and guilty. Jisung shook his head quickly and kissed the maknae’s cheek. “No, it wasn’t you, darling.”

After many apologies and hugs, Chan climbed onto Jisung’s lap, suddenly pinning him to the bed. 

“Don’t worry, Hannie. There’s plenty of love left from us…we’ll show you!” He giggled. “We love every part of you, so let us prove it.”

He leaned down to press some kisses to Jisung’s neck, not wanting to overwhelm the boy too early. 

Hannie laughed gently at the sensations as giggles bubbled from his throat. “Hyuhuhung nohot the neheheck!!” He whined. 

“Hm?” Chan hummed, adoring the way Hanji’s eyes crinkled around the edge from his wide smile. 

“So sweet, your giggling. How cute~” Chan whispered and blew into the quokka’s ear, causing him to scrunch up with a squeal. 

The other members watched with joy, sparkling eyes fixed onto the squealing, giggling boy beneath their leader. Minho lovingly massaged Jisung’s knee to calm him down. 

“Hyuhuhung ohokay ehenoughh!~” Jisung giggled, scrunching his neck to block the leader out. 

“My turn!” Minho squealed excitedly, beckoning Chan over and convincing the leader to pull the quokka’s arms above his head. 

“Wahahait!!” Jisung bit his lip when a singular fingers traveled around his armpit, stroking up and down the squishy skin on each side. 

“Is it too much for the tough ace? Will he crack if I do…this?” Minho gently switched his tactics, scribbling with all of his fingers up and down the exposed underarm, using the tips of his fingers.  

Jisung twisted with a wide smile, suddenly giggling cutely and grinning. The sensation was torturously ticklish, not enough to generate deep laughs but enough for Hannie to feel it and either want more or for the teasing to end. 

It drove him absolutely mad. “Hyuhuhung, please don’t tease!” He whined, throwing his head around wildly as Minho moved a teensy bit faster. 

“Thahat’s not ehenoughhh!!” Jisung groaned, Minho snickering gently as he moved down to the quokka’s ribs, blowing tiny, sporadic raspberries in between every crevice, earning a small shriek followed by even more cute giggles. 

“AAHahaha, noooo!!” 

Minho laughed along with Jisung, the quokka squirming under his grasp and shaking as Minho suddenly blew loud raspberries onto the crevices. 

After a few more raspberries, Changbin climbed onto his thighs to replace Minho. “You know what Felix does for me every time I’m feeling upset?” Changbin asks gently, tugging Hannie’s shirt to reveal his pale tummy. 

“Mmm nohoho!” Jisung squealed when a single finger traced his belly button. 

Changbin pressed his lips to the boy’ stomach, leaving small kisses and nibbles to the area. 

Jisung shrieked and inched his belly away from the sensation, but Binnie’s warm hands grabbed his trim waist and held him in place, leaving nowhere to escape. 

Hannie shut his eyes, loud giggling making the other members coo gently and stroke his hair. 

“Nohoho hyuhuhunggg!! Ihihit tihickles too much!!” Jisung complained, squirming around and laughing with his eyes squeezed shut. 

“What if I do…this?” Changbin placed a knee to each side and swiftly flipped Hannie over, pinning him to the bed and lifting his shirt all the way up, revealing his smooth back. 

Changbin then used his fingernails to rake gently up and down the smooth skin with the softest of movements. 

Jisung squeaked and immediately began to twist away, whimpery, loud giggles pouring from his mouth. 

“Aweee~” Felix giggled. “Sensitive back? Where is he not ticklish?” 

Changbin vibrated his fingers deep into Jisung’s shoulderblades, causing the younger to scrunch up with a squeal as the fingers continued to travel the expanse of his back. 

“AAH-aaahahha!!” Jisung squeaked, suddenly shouting as Binnie’s fingers moved to the sides of his chest instead, near his armpits. 

“WAHAHAIT!!” Jisung tugged at his arms, held hostage by Chan, bucking up desperately at the way Binnie’s fingers trailed down the side of his torso, squeezing gently every once in a while and watching Jisung whimper and giggle. 

The tingles only built up slowly, making Jisung shake and tremble at the torturous sensation. Changbin, still gently tickling at the younger’s back, gently slid one finger down the boy’s spine. 

“AAAH!!” Startled, Jisung screamed and jolted so hard that Changbin was almost thrown off. 

All the members began to giggle and tease the sensitive boy, who blushed a deep red as the older rapper recovered from his momentary heart attack. 

Grinning gleefully, Binnie scribbled down the quokka’s spine again, and Jisung trembled crazily as he let out a loud bout of shrieky cackles and soft giggles, throwing his head around harder than he ever had before and kicking into the blankets desperately. 

Jeongin laid the quokka’s head onto his lap to prevent the boy from hurting himself. Hannie looked up at the maknae with teary eyes and a smile that made the younger’s heart melt, giggles pouring out of him. 

“Don’t worry, hyung. It’ll be my turn soon.” Innie giggled, squishing the older’s pink cheeks. 

When Jisung finally tapped out, tears soaking the pillow case, Hyunjin turned him back over and pressed a few fingers to the ace’s thigh. When Jisung whined at the feeling, Hyunjin smiled. 

“Soft or rough?” He asked, searching the quokka’s eyes for any sign of discomfort. 

“soft, please.” Hannie replied, letting out more bubbly giggles when Hyune raked his nails up and down the quivering skin. 

“Hyuhuhune!!” He shrieked, Hyunjin laughing along with the cute younger. 

“Shhh…no need to say anything, baby. Just laugh for me.” Hyunjin teased.  

Jisung giggled his head off, immersed in the incredibly soft sensations on his legs. He could barely even remember what he was upset about, his mind felt like it was melting and he couldn’t remember anything. 

Soon enough, Jisung was unable to laugh anymore, becoming de-sensitized to the tickling. He just laid down and smiled dumbly, tears slipping down his cheeks. 

“Oh, look. Jinnie, I think you’ve broken him.” Minho laughed. 

Hyunjin slowed his fingers to a stop, rubbing up and down the boy’s sides vigorously and watching Jisung squeal and grip his fingers, dazed eyes returning with a sparkle. 

“Breheak…” Jisung panted, slumping completely and rubbing aggressively at all the tingly areas. 

“You okay?” Felix asked after a while, taking his seat on the ace’s ankles, waiting until the quokka nodded to start his turn. 

Lixie pulled one of Jisung’s knees up, scribbling gently underneath. He kept a tight grip on the boy’s ankle, and Jisung immediately slammed his fist into the mattress and gasped, laughter pouring from his lips before he could even control it. 

“Fehelix nohohohoho!!” He kicked, nevertheless Felix’s grip was too strong, and Jisung was unable to escape his grasp. 

“Plehehease eheveryone fihinish up i can’t tahake more!!” He pleaded gently, panting as more tears welled up. 

Seungmin and Jeongin glanced at each other, and before he knew it, Jisung’s legs were being traced all over, the lightest of movements making him gasp and squeak, twisting as loud giggles poured from his throat. 

“Ohoh my gahahaa—!” Jisung twisted his head to the left. 

A few minutes later, Jisung was panting, he never knew light tickles were so torturous, tapping out. 

Nevertheless he felt relaxed, loved. The members gathered around him to give him soft aftercare, cuddling with him and rocking him to sleep. 

Jisung never questioned his members’ love again.