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baguettenjoyer · 4 days ago

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Matchmaker Caine

CHAPTER SEVEN: Funny…Just fold it like this

Summary:

Jax is struggling with his little project. And Caine does his research on the wild animal, Zooble.

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Jax had been staring at the same sheet of paper for at least fifteen minutes. It wasn’t a threatening piece of paper. It wasn’t even folded yet. But the longer he looked at it, the more hostile it seemed.

“You think you’re better than me?” he pointed at it.

The paper didn’t respond.

He folded one corner in. Then unfolded it. Then folded it again. Then crushed it into a ball and threw it at the opposite wall with a sharp grunt. At this point, his room was starting to look like Gangle’s.

“I don’t get it,” he snapped. “It’s paper. Flat little paper. And she’s gonna laugh at it. And she should laugh at it, because what are you even supposed to be?” He flicked the sorry looking bunny thing.

Another fold. Lopsided. He tried to press it flat with the heel of his palm, but ended up wrinkling it. He kicked at the piles of crumpled paper, groaning in defeat.

Someone knocked at his door.

Jax froze, paper crumpled in his hand like a stress ball. “Uh. Yeah?”

The door cracked open. Gangle peeked in with her usual nervous posture, her ribbon arms held close. She wore her comedy mask.

“Hi,” she said. “Um. I know this is weird. You came by my room before, and I… I was just wondering what you needed the paper for. I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay too—”

“I didn’t come over to talk,” Jax cut in. “Yeah. I wanted paper. You gave me the paper.”

He sighed. “It’s for something stupid.”

Gangle stepped in fully now, eyeing the papery wreckage around the room. Her eyes went to the newest failure still clenched in his fist.

“You’re… trying to make something?”

“I was,” he said, flopping backwards onto the floor dramatically. “But it turns out I’m trash at this.”

Gangle blinked. “Do you…do you want help?”

“No.”

Then, like it pained him to say it, “Yes.”

She sat cross-legged nearby, careful not to get to close. Her ribbon fingers plucked a clean sheet from the stack.

“What were you trying to make?”

Jax hesitated. Something flickered across his face. Then he shrugged, a little too fast. “I dunno. Bunny or whatever.”

Gangle smiled softly. Not mockingly—just… kindly. “Okay. Bunnies are hard. But we can try.”

They folded in silence for a while. Her hands moved with practiced ease. Jax’s did not.

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” he muttered eventually, eyes glued to the folds.

“I know,” she said. “You’re just really bad at this.”

He watched her work. She was quiet, focused, a little fidgety. But her movements were confident. There was something oddly calming about it.

He glanced at one of her finished shapes—a bird, maybe? It was surprisingly elegant.

“Hey,” he said. “You’re not half bad at this art stuff.”

“Thanks,” Gangle said again, this time shyly. “I used to like making puppets. Back… before.”

Jax didn’t ask.

“I can show you a trick for the ears, if you want,” she offered.

He paused. Then, grudgingly: “Yeah, whatever.”

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Caine adjusted his bowtie, clicked his pen, and peeked out from behind the enormous overgrown potted plant right next to the lounge area.

A couple of feet away, Zooble sat at their usual spot on the couch. They stared at a puzzle book with focused intensity.

Caine scribbled something down in his research log—a comically oversized notebook currently being propped up by Bubble.

Subject exhibits classic signs of brooding. Possibly listens to angry music. Favorite color: probably black, or blood red.

“What are we doing, boss?”

“IT’S CALLED OBSERVATION, BUBBLE.” he replied, ducking down. “SOMETHING SCIENTISTS DO WHEN THEY’RE TRYING TO UNDERSTAND MYSTERIOUS, TEMPERAMENTAL ORGANISMS.”

“Wow! Zooble is a flamingo?”

He shushed Bubble dramatically.

Now Zooble was stretching. Caine’s eyes lit up. Another data point:

Aggressive posturing? Possible sign of dominance.

He popped up from behind the plant. “DO YOU LIKE TAXIDERMY?”

Zooble didn’t even flinch. “No.”

“WHAT ABOUT—” he flipped through his pages, “—HARDCORE METAL AND HORROR VIDEOGAMES?”

“What.”

“I’M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND YOUR VIBE!” Caine said cheerfully, holding up a page of deeply unhelpful guesses and one doodle of a bee.

Zooble blinked. “You think I’m into taxidermy.”

“WASN’T A NO!”

“It was a no.”

Caine deflated slightly, but not much. “OKAY, OKAY. MAYBE I’M MISSING SOMETHING. DO YOU LIKE HAUNTED DOLLHOUSES? CHAINSAW ART? EXISTENTIAL POETRY WRITTEN IN BLOOD?”

Zooble closed their puzzle book slowly.

“Seriously, you—you keep putting me in a box,” they said. “You look at me and decide who I am before I say anything.”

Caine paused.

“If you really wanted to know,” Zooble continued, “you could just ask.”

The silence was long enough for a tumbleweed to roll through. Instead, Bubble floated between them and popped.

“OHHHHH,” Caine said. “I COULD… JUST ASK.”

“Yeah...”

He scribbled something into the margin of his notebook.

Note: Asking = good. Boxes = bad. Doodle later.

“…SO TELL ME, ZOOBLE. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?” he asked, gently this time.

Zooble gave him a long look. Does he actually want to know, or will he forget the moment I tell him?

They didn’t answer. Not yet. But they didn’t storm off either.

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Ragatha was organizing the dollhouse tea sets again.

It was a pointless ritual—no one ever came over for tea, not really. But she liked putting the little cups back in order. It calmed her, and it was delicate work that was easy to control.

It was better than thinking.

She heard the soft knock on her door before she heard the voice. “Ragatha?”

Pomni. She hadn’t seen her since the kitchen. Not properly.

Her heart pounded.

Ragatha’s smile kicked in before she could think too hard. “Door’s open!”

Pomni peeked in, her adorable eyes finding hers.

“Hey,” Pomni said. “Got a minute?”

“Sure.” Ragatha made her voice as warm and friendly as she could. Just like always.

She sat down on the cushioned bench near the tea table and gestured for Pomni to join her. Pomni didn’t sit right away.

Ragatha folded her hands in her lap to stop herself from fidgeting.

“I, uh…” Pomni started. “I was thinking. I still wanna go to the carnival. With you.”

Ragatha blinked. That was it? She’d been bracing herself for a confrontation, a confession, maybe even a fight. But Pomni just stood there, eyes a little hopeful.

“I mean, if you still want to,” Pomni added quickly. “We don’t have to make it a thing. Just—”

“I’d like that,” Ragatha said.

Pomni closed her mouth.

“I mean it,” Ragatha added, softer. “I wanna hang out with you, Pomni.”

Pomni offered her a weak smile.

Ragatha looked down at her lap. “I know I’ve been weird lately.”

Pomni didn’t argue.

“And not just because of Jax,” Ragatha said, twisting her fingers. “Well, sort of because of Jax. But not—ugh. It’s not his fault. Or yours.”

She continued. “I was the one who acted like you were doing something wrong just for being close to him. That’s on me.”

Pomni’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

Ragatha looked up. “It wasn’t fair to dump my feelings on you.”

Pomni swallowed hard. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to.” Ragatha stood and picked up one of the tiny porcelain teacups, rubbing her thumb over the edge. “It’s hard, sometimes. Feeling so much. And still trying to be the cheerful one.”

Pomni looked down.

“But I’m okay,” Ragatha said steadily. “And I want to go to the carnival with you. As just friends.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Pomni smiled. It wasn’t huge, but it was real.

Ragatha offered her the tiny teacup like a peace offering.

Pomni took it with two hands. “Not too sweet, is it?”

They laughed softly, and Ragatha felt warm. This wasn’t so bad.

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An origami bunny emerged beneath his fingers. Jax blinked down at it like it was a miracle. It had ears. And a little nose. And didn’t immediately collapse into a sad pancake.

He held it up. “Wait. Wait. Is this it? Did we actually—”

Gangle smiled. “Looks like it.”

Jax beamed. Actually beamed. His pupils were as wide as his smile. “No way. Look at this thing! It’s got, like… a face! And ears! And it doesn’t look like a dying shrimp!”

Gangle giggled, just a little.

Jax caught himself mid-beam and cleared his throat. If he could tuck the joy back into his overalls pocket, he would. He turned slightly, face half away from her.

“…I mean, not bad,” he muttered. “I’ve seen worse. From, you know, children. With glue sticks.”

She didn’t respond right away.

“I think she’ll like it,” Gangle said eventually, almost in a whisper.

He didn’t ask how she knew. He also wasn’t aware that he had thanked her again, because all he could think about was his creation…and Pomni.

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Ao3 tomorrow! Not drawing is giving me more time to write, ngl

More about this fanfic:

Jax/Pomni (platonic), Jax/Pomni (romantic), Ragatha/Pomni (one-sided crush), Ragatha/Pomni (platonic), Caine/Zooble (platonic), Caine/Moon (romantic), Jax/Kinger (son-father relationship), Gangle/Jax (platonic), Kinger/Queenie (romantic), fake dating trope, jealous Ragatha, protective Jax, soft Jax, slow burn, wholesome, fluff, light angst, good vibes, character development

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flamingopuuuunch · 2 years ago

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Some Honkai: Star Rail memes I've drawn on twitter

#honkai star rail #gepard landau #sampo koski #blade honkai #dan heng #flamingo scribbles

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daydaydayrk420 · 9 months ago

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Be my Muse pt2

Chris Evans x male reader

⚠️handjob, nude drawing, make out ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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Pt1

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Once they arrive they hurry inside. Chris sighs in relief and takes off his shoes. He looks around. "Cozy."

"Thanks." Y/n smiles. He makes his way to the kitchen. "Thirsty?"

It's been hours. They've been playing board games and getting to know each other. They also moved on from water and juice to whiskey and beer. They ran out of games. But they're clever. They figured out another way to distract themselves.

They decided to draw. Not just any drawings. Guess what I'm drawing and if you don't guess I fail. They don't know what it's actually called. But! They spiced it up.

If they fail they strip. At first it was shots but they drank even if they won so what's the point in that. But of course they had to complicate their techniques because they're both artists so the game wouldn't be fun.

Chris is only in his pants with one sock. While y/n is in his shirt and boxers.

Y/n is blindfolded as he draws on the small portable marker board. He's trying to think of what to draw. What he doesn't know though is how Chris is staring at his exposed legs.

The younger man finally thought of something and started drawing. "Okay...uh ..." He mumbles as he tries to find the center of the board. Chris? He's not paying attention. Those legs look far more interesting.

"Chris?" Y/n pipes up and looks towards the general direction of the couch. The older man snapped out of his trance and looked at the board. "Oh uh... Flamingo."

"No." Y/n chuckles and tries to add extra lines. Which obviously doesn't look like anything. Chris laughs and tilts his head in ways to try and see the vision.

"uh... Bird?" He tries again. Y/n shakes his head. "Fish?" "Yes!" The younger man beams and removes his blindfold. The drawing looks like a five year old scribble of what they think a fish looks like.

"how is that a fish?" Chris laughs and stands up to swap places. Y/n also laughs and hands him the board and blindfold.

Chris puts his blindfold on and thinks of something to draw. This time y/n is the one staring. He looks at the tattoos that are visible from his angle. The muscles flex whenever Chris moves. How his muscles aren't so outlined because he's relaxed and not full-time flexing.

His eyes trail down. He accidentally giggles. Chris smiles and looks towards the sound with a smile. "What?" He asks curiously. Y/n laughs and shakes his head. "No it's nothing... It's just that one sock is funny." They both laugh.

Chris finally thinks of something and starts drawing.

They're both in their boxers. At this point, they're just trying to get the other one naked as soon as possible, so they guess wrong on purpose until their timer runs out

And would you look at that. Chris is the first to drop his boxers. Y/n blushes and looks over Chris's bare body.

They switch places and y/n blindfolds himself and starts drawing. They both know they're both guessing wrong on purpose. But they don't want to acknowledge it.

So Chris ignores the drawing as his eyes memorise the younger man's body. He says random words as guesses.

Of course the timer runs out and it's y/n's turn to strip. He removes his blindfold and avoids Chris's eyes. He slowly drops his boxers to the floor.

Chris stands up and walks towards the younger man. He reaches out and lets his fingertips trace y/n's arms.

Y/n's breath hitches and his eyes stay glued to Chris's. They hold eye contact for what feels like eternity until Chris finally speaks up.

"Be my Meuse." He whispers. Y/n's mind spins but he nods nonetheless.

Chris grabs his sketchbook and pens while y/n laid on the couch.

Chris tells him how to pose. He puts a pillow on the coffee table and sits down.

He lets his eyes travel before he focuses on the drawing. The room is filled with the sound of pencil scratching on paper. None of them say a word.

Now, do you remember when i said there's no porn here? There is now.

Chris gets about halfway through the drawing before he drops the book on the coffee table and rushes to the couch. He kisses y/n and climbs on top of him. The younger man reacts instantly, he returns the kiss and wraps his arms around the older man's neck.

They're both drunk. And tired. They know they won't last for long so they just agree on handjobs.

Chris is the first to act. He keeps his left arm by y/n's head supporting his weight while his right arm drags down the other man's chest and stomach until his fingers wrap around y/n's weeping cock.

The younger man moans into the older man's mouth and thrusts into his hand.

Y/n frees one of his hands from Chris's hair and runs it down the mascular chest and stomach. But he doesn't wrap his fingers around Chris instantly. He just dodged the throbbing member and traced the v-shape of his abdomen and hips.

The older man groans at the teasing but doesn't say anything about it.

Y/n has to. He can't just not do it. His wandering hand moves to the back and cups America's ass. Chris pulls back from the kiss and laughs. The younger man only smiles and admires the way that the face above his scrunches by the eyes.

"No hesitation huh?" Chris teased. Y/n chuckles and shrugs. "Did you expect me to ignore this beautiful cake?" He jokes and squeezes the cheek he's holding.

Chris groans and buries his face in the younger man's neck. He returns to moving his hand around y/n's dick.

Y/n gives in and let's go of the ass to wrap his fingers around Chris's dick instead. The older man moans and his hips twitch.

As they both stroke one another Chris stars sucking and biting on y/n's neck.

The alcohol in their veins makes it harder to hold back. They can both feel how dangerously close they are.

"Please tell me you're close too and I'm not just pathetic." Y/n groans and thrusts into Chris's hand. Said man chuckles and also thrusts into the other's hand. "No I'm close too don't worry."

They have stopped moving their hands and just used them as fleshlight while they simultaneously thrust into them.

Chris is the first one to buckle. His dick twitches multiple times in a row as his white streaks cover y/n's belly. He tries his best to keep his weight up so y/n can still move and chase his climax. But he starts to tremble with how weak his arm is getting especially after the shock of electricity from cumming so much.

Y/n isn't really that far behind. He leans his head up to capture Chris's lips in a heated kiss while his own dick twitches and his cum mixes with the pool of Chris's cum on his belly.

Once they both stop Chris collapsed on y/n and buried his face in the other man's neck.

Y/n caresses the muscle in Chris's shoulders lazily. "That... Was probably the fastest handjob I've had." He said with a laugh. Chris laughs too and nods his head in agreement.

Chris yawns. "Wanna watch TV?" He mumbles. Y/n shrugs and turns the TV on.

What they put on doesn't even matter because they both fall asleep within ten minutes.

Chris feels like he'll stay around with this one and see where it'll go.

#x male reader smut #male reader #x male reader #chris evans x male reader

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linkemon · 6 months ago

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Loathing (Riddle Rosehearts x Reader)

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here. Consider supporting me on Ko-fi. You can also check out my commissions if you’re interested.

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ-ʏᴇᴀʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴʀᴄ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ, ᴅʀᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱʟᴀʙʏᴜʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] — ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ — ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜰʀᴏɴᴛ. ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴ…

— Don’t stare so high, you fool! You’ll end up at the bottom with me...— Deuce glanced at his friend and sighed. Reluctantly, he shifted his gaze to the lower parts of the test results board.

He had truly tried to be an exemplary student, especially after solemnly vowing to make up for his delinquent past. The promise he’d made to his mother was sacred. He had hoped to at least land in the middle of the list. After all, he’d worked hard and studied diligently for these exams. The silver lining was that he passed — and he wasn’t at the very bottom. Next time, he’d put in even more effort and study consistently — or so he hoped.

— Maybe you should study a bit yourself — he shot back, eyeing Ace, who seemed utterly indifferent to his own score.

— Oh, Deucy, Deucy. I passed, didn’t I? — Ace clasped his hands behind his head. — I think I’ll treat myself to some food. Are you coming with me?

— Wait a moment. — Deuce squeezed through the crowd of students pressing against the board.

— Staring at it won’t change your score. The sooner we leave, the better our chances of grabbing those double ham sandwiches...

— Look at this. — His friend pointed toward the very top of the giant sheet. But it wasn’t the first-year results.

— Wait, what... — Ace trailed off, his brain taking a moment to process the facts.

At the top was a name they didn't recognize. Their Prefect stood nearby, staring at the black letters on the white sheet as if it were some incomprehensible chess move. His face grew redder with each passing second, redder than the deepest roses of Heartslabyul.

Riddle Rosehearts had not taken first place among the second-years. Since they’d started attending Night Raven College, this had never happened. Considering his temperament — sharp as the beaks of flamingos — it could only mean one thing: someone was about to lose their head. Ace and Deuce had no intention of becoming the next victims of their Prefect’s infamous unique magic. So, they did exactly what the legendary soldiers of the Queen of Hearts would do — they bolted.

Riddle spent the entire class staring in disbelief as [Reader] assisted Professor Crewel in demonstrating how to properly weigh a new potion. His hand mechanically scribbled ornate cursive notes listing the ingredients but his thoughts were elsewhere. His mind kept circling back to that cursed list of exam results. He couldn’t believe it. Maybe she’d cheated? Or stolen the test questions? He wouldn’t be surprised. After all, she had transferred to NRC from Royal Sword Academy.

With that thought, he stirred the cauldron full of bubbling, shimmering liquid. He scooped a bit with the ladle — it was almost perfect. Almost. He’d have to try again in his free time. He sighed quietly as the teacher announced the end of the class. He was annoyed at himself — he’d wasted a valuable lesson on pointless musings.

At the door, Trey appeared. Apparently, the third-years had just finished their class as well. They sat together on a bench. Riddle pulled out his notebook; they had a few things to plan for the next unbirthday party.

The Prefect occasionally glanced toward the hallway. Trey, ever perceptive, didn’t miss it. Sometimes he regretted how sharp his friend was.

— So, [Reader], huh? — Trey interrupted their planning session about tart flavours.

Riddle’s pen paused for a fraction of a second before resuming at double speed.

— What about [Reader]? — he asked, panicked.

— You’ve been glancing at her since I got here. And certain little birds told me it’s the same during all your lessons. — Trey adjusted his glasses nonchalantly.

Riddle cursed all the second-years in Heartslabyul in his mind. Of course, he wouldn’t strip them of their magic. He was working on not doing that without a valid reason. Still, moments like this tested his patience.

— Those little birds should focus on studying and adhering to the Queen of Hearts’ rules instead of gossiping. They’re doing a terrible job at both so far — he finally said.

The sound of Trey’s fountain pen scratching against paper was the only thing breaking the silence. But not for long.

Riddle later regretted reaching for his water bottle. Maybe if he hadn’t, his uniform wouldn’t have ended up soaked.

— If you like her, you could just tell her. I say this as a friend — Trey blurted out.

To say the Prefect choked would be an understatement. Water splattered everywhere, soaking his crimson vest. The coughing fit caused by that one idiotic sentence lasted several minutes. Trey’s hand patting his back did little to help. Riddle could feel the stares of students loitering in the hallway and courtyard. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his sudden choking or if they’d overheard what Trey said. He deeply hoped it was the former.

His cheeks burned bright scarlet. He hated how easily his face betrayed him, especially when he was angry — and that happened often.

Just as he was about to say something, he noticed unexpected movement. The very person who was the topic of their conversation was heading straight toward him.

— Riddle Rosehearts, right? I’m [Reader]. The ‘new girl’ — she gestured air quotes — from RSA. You were staring at me all class. Got a problem? — she asked bluntly.

Riddle noted the strangely intimidating stance she’d adopted, like she’d come straight out of Savanaclaw’s rowdiest gang.

— You must've imagined it — he stated, clearing his throat.

Trey observed the exchange from the sidelines, clearly amused, his subtle smirk being the indication.

— Hmm, if you say so, then I must’ve imagined it. We should stick together, though, since we both love studying and all... Good luck on the next exam. — She flashed him a dazzling smile.

Or at least, it seemed dazzling until Trey looked away and she stuck her tongue out at Riddle as she left.

— I’ll win — she mouthed silently.

Before he could respond, she disappeared. He felt a growing fury. Was she challenging him? Fine. She had no idea what she’d signed up for. He wasn’t considered one of the best mages of his generation for nothing. He’d show her.

— Something tells me I was right... — Trey began.

— You weren’t. Quite the opposite. I don’t like her. In fact, I hate her...

— What do you mean by a different partner? — Professor Trein's gaze pierced into [Reader].

If looks could kill, she'd probably be dead by now. She was certain of that.

— What I wanted to say was...

She didn't get a chance to finish.

— I don’t know what customs were followed at your previous educational institution, Miss. I don’t care what happens in other classes. In my lectures, I expect absolute obedience, not questioning my choices. As far as I know, you and Mr. Rosehearts scored the highest marks on the previous test. I selected you based on that. The conversation is over. — The teacher returned to studying the musty tome on his mahogany desk.

She cursed the graying man in her mind. His fat cat stared at her with the same severity as its owner. A shiver ran down her spine. Was he reading her mind?

[Reader] turned on her heel. Riddle was heading toward the professor, probably with the same goal as hers.

— I wouldn't advise that. We have to do this together — she hissed warningly, grabbing his arm.

He didn’t listen to her. It was his own fault. With a slight sense of satisfaction, she watched him, moving away, receiving a scolding even worse than hers. She waited for him by the door. From what she had gathered, he wasn’t the type to easily accept criticism. Quite the opposite. That would explain his very red face.

— Ahem! — he cleared his throat loudly, making his presence known.

— Oh, I didn’t notice you. Have you finished questioning my good advice? — [Reader] asked, biting sarcastically.

— I admit, I could have... acted differently — Riddle mumbled. — But the fact remains, we need to take care of the project.

Ah yes. The source of the latest problem — history. Another thing on the long academic to-do list. The girl kept crossing out items but paradoxically, it felt like they were only multiplying.

— Got any ideas?

— If you think I'll do everything myself, you're sorely mistaken — Rosehearts declared, gripping the thick textbook tightly.

— Do you always have to assume the worst? — [Reader] headed toward the library.

— If I’m not mistaken, you challenged me not long ago. And in a very ungraceful way. — Riddle grimaced at the memory of her sticking out her tongue.

— I’m going to win against you. That hasn’t changed. But that doesn’t mean I’ll give that old man the satisfaction of failing me. — She could swear the Prefect inhaled sharply when he heard her call the professor that. — You’re stuck with me. — She grinned wickedly. — You've been in NRC longer than me, so I think it’s better if you choose which character we’ll write about.

The long essay, complete with footnotes and millions of dates, was supposed to be about a chosen figure from the Great Seven. Of course, it was hard not to hear about them. However, she knew they were especially important to this school. It was hard for her to know more than someone who had been here longer.

— The Queen of Hearts — Riddle replied without hesitation.

— I heard you two have a lot in common — the girl remarked.

— Oh... That’s... nice — Riddle said, giving her an uncertain look. He smelled an insult.

In her opinion, strictness and rigid rules didn’t equate to being “nice.” However, she decided not to correct him.

Riddle glanced around the garden one last time before gently spreading jam on the little dormouse’s nose. Everything seemed in order, so they could begin.

— Honestly? I didn’t expect non-birthday parties to be THIS big... — [Reader] watched everything she came across with interest.

She had helped repaint the roses because Rosehearts complained that she should contribute to the party. However, what she saw was very different from the state of the dormitory she had seen yesterday. Low tables were covered with snow-white tablecloths, on which colourful trays dominated, piled high with cakes, cookies, tarts, cupcakes, croissants, sandwiches... the list could go on. In the honoured place stood a huge tart with a shiny strawberry glaze. Crystalware glittered in the sunlight, brighter than the yellow-blue lanterns hanging above it. All of this was surrounded by an array of unrelated items, which looked as though someone had pulled them out of the bottom of a chest and placed them on the grass for fun. There were so many Heartslabyul students she didn’t even know, that just trying to remember their faces made her head spin.

— It has to be this size — Riddle said matter-of-factly, reaching for a teapot with a funny pattern and then elegantly poured the tea. — Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to feed everyone and we have a full dormitory. Heartslabyul prides itself on the fact that no one has left us or dropped out of class for a long time...

— It'd be off with their heads if they tried — [Reader] laughed.

— You’re not far from the truth — interjected Cater, who was sitting nearby. — Riddle doesn’t like to brag about it — he added in a conspiratorial whisper — but it’s because of him. He makes sure everyone passes their exams. Sometimes, he even helps others personally. — He winked.

— That’s nice of you. — The girl reached for her cup and drank the tea in one gulp.

— Is that all? — The prefect shifted uncomfortably in his red chair.

— What do you mean, “is that all”? — She raised an eyebrow.

— No wicked remark? — Riddle extended his pinky, delicately lifting his drink.

A few weeks had passed since they started working on their semester essay. They had a lot of rules and customs of the Queen of Hearts to go through. That didn’t mean, though, that he had completely gotten used to [Reader]. He felt that the longer he knew her, the less he understood her.

— Even I can appreciate helping others. I’m not that heartless. — The girl shoved an entire piece of tart into her mouth, scattering crumbs everywhere.

— We’ll need to dedicate a chapter to table manners — Riddle remarked, eyeing her pointedly.

They were in desperate need of some improvement — that much he was absolutely sure of.

— Who wants to play croquet? — someone from their table called out.

[Reader] couldn’t respond with her mouth full, so her hand shot up. Exactly at the same moment, Riddle elegantly gave a short and simple: “Me.”

Riddle patiently listened to the reminder of the rules, including the traditional check of the time. After five in the afternoon, this activity was strictly forbidden. Which most students, especially his new guest, probably didn’t know.

Soon, seven-coloured flamingos were handed out as mallets and a curled-up hedgehog was set up. Rosehearts took aim and hit his target. However, it quickly became clear that while [Reader] might not match him when it came to manners, it didn’t affect her croquet. She struck again and again with tremendous force. The hedgehogs didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, they made quite joyful sounds as they soared against the blue sky. The flamingos, however, were slow enough in their thinking that she struck them with their beaks before they had time to bend awkwardly on the bright green grass.

— Ha! Your turn! — she called out, leaning on her mallet.

Riddle wanted to add that croquet was also a team sport but when he looked around, he realized they were the only ones left on the field. The whole dormitory was watching as they had been exchanging blows for a long time. Someone even started chanting but was quickly silenced by older students.

The boy calculated the angles every time he hit the hedgehogs. He worked faster, his pace picking up. He felt like he had reached a higher level of focus. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins but his face didn’t flush. He didn’t remember the last time he got so immersed in something so seemingly simple. He wasn’t like those brutes from Savanaclaw. This game mainly served to fulfill a rule that had been set. Yet, he was having so much fun that when the referee blew the whistle to announce the end, he didn’t notice immediately.

— Watch out!

The voice came a bit too late. Unlike the straightened flamingo in [Reader]’s hand. It collided with the speeding hedgehog at the last moment. The momentum with which she swung it knocked Riddle to the ground. The world spun for a moment in a blur of white, blue and green, before finally settling to reveal [Reader]’s concerned face leaning over him.

— Are you okay? — The sun created a halo just behind her head and the boy blinked a few times.

— Yeah. — He accepted her outstretched hand.

In the distance, he heard a clicking sound. However, he decided it must have been the hungry flamingos.

— Aren’t you going to ask who won? — the girl asked, lifting the corner of her lips.

She was determinedly heading to the main table, ignoring the tense Heartslabyul students around them.

— Actually, I hadn’t thought about it — the prefect replied groggily.

— Who are you, and what have you done with my rival, Riddle? — she asked dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. — Have you finally had some fun?

— I guess so — he replied, contemplating his cooling tea cup and half-listening to the conversations swirling around them.

"My" — such a simple word, yet so shocking. Especially considering how many sentences had been said that day at the non-birthday party. Yet, for some reason, he found himself debating it in his head long after the teapot showed its snow-white bottom and the sugar cubes vanished into the hungry dormouse’s mouth.

[Reader] stared at the photo in disbelief. She had always considered social media to be a fun escape, especially when it came to mindlessly scrolling for random tidbits about her friends' lives. Now, however, she was the one becoming the subject of curiosity and the whole concept didn't sit so well with her anymore.

There, on the square, perfectly framed photo, was her and Riddle. In a rather ambiguous position. It didn’t matter that they weren’t the first in the set of ten photos Cater Diamond had taken. It was these pictures that were making the rounds. And from people at NRC, as she deduced from most of the usernames and bios. What had started as an innocent #cammable_pair had turned into #academic_rivals and #enemies_to_lovers. [Reader] promised herself she would strangle the third-year student next time she saw him, if Riddle hadn’t already cut his magic off. Now the whole school was coming up with wild theories about the two of them. Thankfully, the suggestive glances in the hallways were starting to die down.

— You're on the phone again? — Riddle huffed, carrying a stack of books.

He didn’t spend much time on the internet. Especially not on social media. He visited from time to time but didn’t post anything. Besides, Cater always summarized most of the things he found, so he didn’t feel the need.

— I wasn’t going to tell you but I guess I’m not that nice after all — [Reader] said, shoving the screen in front of his face.

— What am I looking at? — He asked, staring at the picture full of Magicam-filtered cookies.

— Not here. There — she pointed to another photo, scrolling through the comments.

She watched slowly as understanding spread across his face. She could easily track it by the reddening of his cheeks. He finally understood the looks he had been getting in the hallways all week.

— Umm... I’ll tell Cater to take this down as soon as possible...

— No! If we take it down, everyone will think there’s really something going on and the rumors will get even worse.

— If you say so — he sighed quietly.

He didn’t know what this feeling was, but something began gnawing at him from the inside. In his mind, the idea of them being together had been just a funny invention of Trey’s. But now, the whole school was doing the same? Why did it bother him so much? After all, there wasn’t a grain of truth in it.

— Time for the famous tarts today? — [Reader] picked up the first book she could reach, sinking deeper into the plush armchair.

— You don’t look too happy — Riddle noted, glancing at her sideways.

— More studying means more boredom — she replied, covering her face with the book.

— Funny you’d say that, considering your grades.

— Just because I study doesn’t mean I like it. My parents are really strict about my grades. That’s one of the reasons they transferred me to NRC — she sighed.

For a moment, they sat in silence, only broken by the rustling of pages. Riddle began to think maybe they weren’t so different after all, despite what he had initially thought.

— I know what it’s like. My mom was also adamant about good grades. Then I overbloat and things changed a bit...

— You had an overbloat?! — [Reader] nearly jumped out of her chair.

— It’s a long story. The point is, in the end, studying isn’t everything. — Riddle looked her straight in the face.

— I can't believe you're the one saying it — she chuckled quietly.

— You know what? Take the book and come with me. — He extended his hand, which she hesitantly took.

He led her down the hallways filled with red, black and white. At the end awaited the cozy kitchen of Heartslabyul.

— We should bake the tart before we start describing its meaning according to the Queen of Hearts. Learning can also be fun. — Riddle began flipping through the pages until he found the right recipe.

— How many times have you baked this? — she asked, peering over his shoulder.

— More than once — he replied.

By "more than once," he meant "twice." And only the second tart had been remotely edible but no one needed to know that.

Thus began the great pot adventure. Flour, eggs and piles of sugar were put to use. Riddle carefully measured the ingredients. Only for a moment later to see [Reader] adding another spoonful of sparkling crystals.

— It needs to be sweeter — she declared, sticking her finger into the forming foam.

— That’s unhygienic! — Riddle screamed in horror, trying to cut through the sounds of the whisk.

Reading the next step of the recipe, he already knew what would happen.

— Give that to me! — He reached for the bag of flour, which she swiped from under his nose.

— We’ll do it by eye and it’ll be fine! Otherwise, we’ll be here all afternoon, and I’m hungry!

— No way... — The flour hit his face, which shut him up immediately.

[Reader] burst out laughing. She couldn’t stop herself, looking at his white-coated red hair and eyelashes. Riddle looked like the unpainted roses from the Heartslabyul garden. The comparison made her laugh even harder. She grabbed her stomach, wiping a tear from her eye.

Riddle looked at his reflection in the kitchen cabinet.

— Oh, you... — He swung his portion of flour.

Now [Reader] joined the ranks of ghosts, covering herself in white. They were both forced to sweep the floor. Although they couldn’t agree on who should do it, so they eventually divided the room in half.

The final step was preparing the strawberries. Water and knives were used. Riddle complained that she was eating every other one instead of putting it in the tart. In the end, however, all the fruit rested beneath the pastry blanket, which glowed with a golden hue in the oven.

[Reader] was absolutely convinced that the residents of Heartslabyul had some kind of fifth sense. How else could you explain the fact that, moments after the tart came out of the oven, a crowd appeared in the kitchen?

— Riddle?

— Hmmm? — Riddle lifted his head from his small plate.

— Thanks.

He answered with a smile.

Vorpal impatiently and stubbornly searched for the carrot in Riddle’s hand. However, he didn’t find anything there. He gave a loud snort. He was saddled, ready to go, while his guardian was still waiting.

— I thought you’d fallen asleep in the haystack — Rosehearts commented as a greeting.

— Silver had to help me a little but it’s fine now. — She pulled the reins of the horse.

— Did you read all the rules and safety instructions… — He didn’t get to finish.

— Yes, yes. Can we go now? — [Reader] asked, jumping into the saddle.

At NRC, horseback riding was an activity for those who wanted it. Students signed up for the club and only they had access to recreational rides and the stables. At RSA, it was a much more popular activity. [Reader] sometimes wondered if it wasn’t because so many people at her old school resembled what she called “pretty princes.” The activity fit this concept quite well.

After a long day full of studying, she was already fed up with staring at letters. Reading felt like torture, so when Riddle asked her to study the rules, she just waved her hand. Silver wasn’t hovering over her as a Heartslabyul prefect would, so they waved goodbye to the thick stack of papers in the binder and the boy showed her around the stables. However, during the tour, he became incredibly sleepy, which made the whole process much longer. She had the impression he could nap while standing.

The ride itself really pleased her. It was connected to the Queen of Hearts in a very roundabout way. Though the ruler herself didn’t ride, her soldiers did. At a certain point in history, they were forced to escape from her and this was the method they chose. Besides, it was a perfect excuse not to have to finish another essay chapter too quickly, which sounded fantastic in itself. Not to mention that Coach Vargas promised to add an extra grade for her participation…

— Do you want to race? — Riddle pulled her from her thoughts as he rode next to her.

— First to that pine tree wins! — She urged her horse on without waiting for a response.

The trees blurred as they sped by. The world became endlessly green. She could hear the wind rushing in her ears. She had the impression that Rosehearts was shouting something but it was hard to make out the words. She sped up even more. She didn’t want to lose.

— Slow down! — Riddle’s voice came through indistinctly.

— No wa...

Only then did she realize what was going on.

Beyond the pine, there was a cliff. The tree had been a strange exception that tricked her. The path abruptly ended, revealing a drop of several meters, with a forest beyond.

[Reader]’s heart raced. She shifted her weight to the back of the saddle and squeezed with her calves. She pulled on the reins. The horse slowed but not enough. Cold sweat broke out on her. She had the impression that her mind switched off for a few seconds. She looked in horror at the approaching slope, until the landscape seemed to change in a kaleidoscope. It was Riddle who caught up to her in time and cast a spell. He twisted the reins. When she finally stopped, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

— What were you thinking?! — the boy shouted. — The rules clearly said…— He suddenly understood what had happened. — You didn’t read them, did you?!

Vorpal nervously tapped his hoof, kicking up clouds of dust.

— I was tired and thought that…

— This isn’t something to think about! It’s for your safety! — His face turned a dark red.

[Reader] tried to dismount but her legs were shaking like jelly at a unbirthday party. They refused to cooperate the moment they touched the ground. She didn’t fall, though. Rosehearts caught her at the waist with surprising gentleness, a contrast to the booming voice he used to lecture her.

— Are you alright? — he asked quietly, inspecting her from head to toe.

— I think so — the girl replied, still shaken.

Without thinking, she threw her arms around his neck. He responded with a firm, confident embrace.

— I’d never forgive myself if you…— His unfinished thought hung in the air.

Riddle hugged her tighter. Strands of hair tickled his nose but he didn’t want to spoil the moment. The familiar scent wrapped around him, assuring him that everything was fine.

— I’m sorry — he heard her voice breaking right by his ear.

— It’s alright — he replied, stroking her head. — But you’ll still get punished — he added after a moment. — And I’ll make sure you read all of the rules...

— What’s going on between you and the Goldfishie? — Floyd’s figure appeared as if out of nowhere. He appeared between the library shelves before [Reader] could even blink.

— What? — The girl lifted her head from the books.

— You are enemies, lovers or whaaat? — he drawled. — It’s funny watching his reactions, so I wanted to check with the source if I’ve got a new reason to annoy him a bit.

There was something strange in the twin’s gaze. He looked like an eel, restlessly circling around his prey. His yellow eyes seemed to shine dangerously in the dim light, reflecting the faint glow of the magical lights.

— There are only rumors on Magicam. We’re doing a project together. We’re not a couple, if that’s what you’re asking. — [Reader] struggled to focus on reading the task content.

— Oh, really? Maybe it’s worth checking — Leech commented.

Floyd leaned right next to her chair, then tilted his head dangerously close. His face was moving at an alarming speed toward hers. She knew he wouldn’t harm her but it still annoyed her.

— Get away from me. — She pushed him to a safe distance.

— Meeeh. You’re no fun — he grinned. — But thanks for the confirmation!

She wanted to say something but the sight of Riddle’s murderous glare, who had just entered the library, made her change her mind. Whatever Floyd had told him as he was leaving must have really pissed him off.

— Is everything alright? — he asked, sitting down at the table.

— Yeah. It’s just Floyd being Floyd — she dismissed it weakly.

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the rustling of papers.

— Hard to believe we’re handing in the essay tomorrow, huh? Feels like the whole semester just flew by — [Reader] commented, seeing the boy putting the last dot.

The final, corrected version lay in front of them. A stack of papers summarizing the last few months. She felt like the pages couldn’t hold everything that had happened, so she could finally finish the project.

— True — Riddle agreed with a distant voice.

Red hair fell over his forehead. Instinctively, she brushed the stray strands away.

— It’s about something Floyd said, right? — [Reader] asked. — I’ll strangle him — she added.

The look on Rosehearts’ face told her she had hit the nail on the head. Especially since he didn’t comment on the fact that she had just threatened someone, which normally would have earned her a reprimand.

— Tomorrow, we won’t have any reason to meet anymore — he finally started uncertainly.

— That’s what you’re worried about? — She opened her eyes wide in surprise. — Of course, we’ll still meet. Who else would I compete with like I do with you? You’re like my… arch-nemesis! My most-hated school foe. I wouldn’t leave you — she laughed.

But Riddle didn’t respond with a smile. Quite the opposite. He became even more serious than usual, and she thought that was impossible.

— That’s exactly it! — He stood up abruptly. The scraping of his chair echoed through the library. — I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to… — He took a deep breath, seeing that [Reader] also stood up.

They were now face to face. Steel-gray eyes looked at her with hope. Their quick breaths mixed in the still silence. Riddle shifted his gaze to her lips. He felt his face flush. This time, however, the blush wasn’t caused by anger. It came from the unbearable feeling of his heart pounding in his chest.

— You want to what? — [Reader] whispered to encourage him.

— I want you to love me — he finished quietly.

He felt the taste of familiar lips and knew that [Reader] was smiling. Her hands tangled in his hair. Riddle felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He only pulled away to take a breath. He realized he was also smiling involuntarily.

— Check this out! — Ace waved a tray enthusiastically.

— What exactly am I looking at? — Deuce squinted.

— Lemonade — his friend sang with a mischievous grin.

— Please tell me there’s no honey in it...

Deuce only needed one good look to understand that yes, the drink definitely had honey in it. The sweet trap stared at him with its treacherously golden color. And it looked so good! The boy glanced at the clock in the common room. It was already well past 8 PM. That didn’t bode well.

However, an even greater horror struck him when he saw the burgers on the plate. A bunch of tiny buns stuffed to the brim with toppings. It was Tuesday! That already broke two of the Queen of Hearts’ rules.

— Hide that, or you’ll soon be saying goodbye to your head! — he whispered, looking around nervously.

— And you with me, Deucy. — Trappola shoved a burger straight into his mouth.

— You can’t… — he chewed and swallowed — …do that.

— Relax. Look over there. — He pointed Deuce’s head toward the window.

Deuce couldn’t believe his eyes. Their prefect was walking with [Reader] through the garden. And at a time when he usually spent studying in the common room. They were laughing about something, talking in hushed voices. And were they holding hands?

— Since they got together, Riddle’s toned down a bit. And that means tomorrow night I’m going to take a risk and drink coffee — he added.

— What do you mean they are together? Hey, Ace! Answer me!

#riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst #oneshot x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #silver #floyd leech #academic rivals #enemies to lovers

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loveskz2901 · 2 months ago

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Lee! Seungmin Ler! Minho

a/n: 2min my babieess <3 warnings: Seungmin being his bratty self

tags: @tmnt-stayhead @itzsana-kiddingmenow @ssstarlostx @hansloveleeknow @sirloncelot-of-bananas @lezleeferguson-120

This is a tickle fic. If you're not into this stuff pls scroll... <3

It was one of those lazy afternoons in the dorm — the kind where nobody had anything to do but annoy each other. Seungmin, of course, had chosen the latter.

He was lying sprawled across the living room couch, dressed in a soft oversized hoodie, shorts, and the fluffiest socks imaginable. His feet were propped up on the armrest, his phone lazily flipping between apps. But his true entertainment wasn’t on the screen.

It was Lee Know, dancing around the kitchen to some random beat, waiting for the microwave to finish reheating his lunch.

“Hyung,” Seungmin called out, his voice already laced with mischief. “What exactly are you doing?”

Lee Know raised an eyebrow. “Cooking.”

“That’s cooking?” Seungmin grinned. “Looked more like wierd dancing... if the theme was ‘confused flamingo.’”

Lee Know blinked. “Excuse me?”

Seungmin shrugged with faux innocence. “Just saying.”

Lee Know stared at him for a beat. “You want to rethink that?”

“Why? Is the flamingo offended?”

Lee Know set his bowl down slowly and turned toward the couch, arms crossed. Seungmin’s smirk widened.

“Oh, are you mad?” he teased. “Is the great Lee Know going to—HEY!”

Because suddenly, Lee Know was walking straight for him with that familiar slow, calm, deadly energy — the exact kind that spelled doom for whoever was in his path.

Seungmin scrambled to sit up, but Lee Know was already there, kneeling at the edge of the couch by Seungmin’s socked feet, cracking his knuckles.

“Hyung—wait—I was just joking—!”

“Were you?” Lee Know asked, grabbing both of Seungmin’s ankles before he could escape. “Funny. I’m about to be hilarious.”

Seungmin didn’t even have time to beg properly before Lee Know’s fingers dove into his soles — through the socks, but still devilishly effective.

“NAHAHAHAHY! NOHOHOHOOO!” Seungmin shrieked, throwing his head back, twisting and thrashing on the couch.

Lee Know smirked. “That doesn’t sound like your bratty nature now.”

“YOHOHOU SAID YOU WERE COHOHOOKING—NOT TORTURING!”

“I was cooking. But now,” Lee Know said, voice casual, fingers scratching the middle of Seungmin’s arches, “I’m dealing with a guy who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

Seungmin bucked wildly, trying to yank his feet away, but Lee Know had them perfectly pinned, using his thighs to trap them in place as he tickled mercilessly. His fingers moved in every direction — zigzags, scribbles, light fluttering under the toes — and Seungmin was losing it.

“PLEHEHEHEASE HYUHUHUUNG—”

“Oh?” Lee Know said, finally slowing his fingers for just a moment. “Already begging?”

Seungmin panted, chest heaving, hair sticking to his forehead.

“You know,” Lee Know said, raising a brow as he studied Seungmin’s socked feet. “I think these fluffy little socks are actually protecting you too much.”

“No. No, nononono—don’t you da—”

Too late.

Lee Know peeled the first sock off with exaggerated slowness, revealing Seungmin’s bare foot. His toes curled instinctively, already bracing. The second sock followed, flung somewhere behind him.

Lee Know gave a satisfied hum. “Much better.”

Seungmin’s feet were pale, soft, and twitching. His toes wiggled nervously as Lee Know just stared at them for a moment.

“You know what happens now, right?” he asked.

Seungmin gulped. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, but I do.”

Then Lee Know’s fingers were back, this time on bare skin, and Seungmin let out a scream-laugh so loud it echoed.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! I CAHAHAN’T!”

“Oh, I know,” Lee Know teased, dragging a single finger slowly up the side of Seungmin’s sole, making him convulse. “That’s the whole point.”

He tickled under the toes, scratched the heels, traced lazy spirals into the balls of his feet — and Seungmin was hysterical, voice cracking as he kicked uselessly.

His feet twitched and curled with every touch, but Lee Know was relentless. “Are these ticklish little feet still feeling bratty?”

“NOHOHOHO! I SWEHEHEAR!”

Lee Know laughed, eyes glinting. “I don’t believe you.”

Then, slowly, as Seungmin lay limp and trembling in laughter, Lee Know’s fingers stilled.

But instead of letting go, he reached one hand up — and landed it right on Seungmin’s lower tummy.

Seungmin’s breath hitched.

“Wait—wait wait hyung—”

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

And then — both hands moved at once. One resumed torturing Seungmin’s bare soles, while the other dug into his belly, knowing right where Seungmin was absolutely weakest.

The reaction was instant.

Seungmin gasped.

Then nothing.

No laughter.

Just wild, red-faced, open-mouthed silent laughter, his body arched and trembling.

Lee Know grinned like the devil. “There it is. The mute button.”

He kept going, alternating between scribbling up and down Seungmin’s arches and squeezing along his belly. It was completely unfair, completely overwhelming — and completely deserved.

Seungmin’s arms flailed blindly above his head. His feet were trying to kick, but Lee Know had him perfectly locked down.

After nearly a full minute of silent writhing, Seungmin let out the tiniest, broken wheeze.

“Hyuh-hyuh—hyung—”

Lee Know, finally satisfied, slowed his hands and then stopped, letting Seungmin’s legs fall back onto the couch gently.

Seungmin was a wreck — flushed, breathless, giggling weakly, hair a total mess.

Lee Know stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his hands. “That,” he said, “was for the flamingo comment.”

Seungmin could barely speak. “I... I hate you.”

Lee Know smiled and leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss to his forehead.

“Sure you do.”

#skz tickle #stray kids #stray kids tickle #lee seungmin #ler minho

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hannahhook7744 · 2 months ago

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What do you think your encanto ocs' plates would look like?

Oh boy, get ready. This is a long one. Sorry in advance.

Next Generation:

Amada Honeymaren Nattura Madrigal: Amada’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, anthurium metallicums, and metal donkeys.

Amelia Sadia Madrigal Prepon: Amelia’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, roses, violets, swans, and beautiful sunsets.

Arlo Emo Marquez Madrigal: Arlo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, water lilies, and goldfish in a wave.

Avila Brisa Marquez Madrigal: Avila’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, white dandelions, and purple clouds with pink mind.

Belinda Petra Nattura Madrigal: Belinda’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Montsechia vidalii, and a thought bubble.

Carlos Manuel Madrigal Prepon: Carlos’ plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Wurmbea elatior, and a hand over a mouth.

Cesare Bartholomew Colmcille Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo): Cesare’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blanket flowers, and a brain with two sound waves above it.

Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo): Claudine’s plate is pastel yellow with a pattern that consists of leaves, white roses, pale peach roses, and four cuttlefish.

Cornel Thomas Howard Sebastian Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo and Formerly Gaskit): Cornel’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves ,baby’s breaths, and the stereotypical sheet ghosts.

Cyriacus Ignatius Vladmir Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo): Cyriacus’ plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Crossandra infundibuliformis, hyacinths, and an eye with a rift in the middle of it that reveals destroyed buildings and sand.

Dayana Noemí Espinosa Madrigal: Dayana’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, red and yellow daylilies, and shadow monsters.

Elmira Dorila Guzmán Madrigal: Elmira’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, evening primroses, and a cracked violin.

Emilia Lydia Nattura Madrigal: Emilia’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink Chinese fringe flower, and a greek-esq statue with an infinity symbol shirt with a weight above its head.

Fuega Alba Guzmán Madrigal: Fuega’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, black roses, and bonfires.

Giovanni Refugio Espinosa Madrigal: Giovanni’s plate will be pastel yellow with leaves, green bird flowers, and a toucan sitting on a capybara that’s sitting on a jaguar.

Glendale ‘Glenn’ Hazel Gothel (soon to be Madrigal): Glenn’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, the lost revenge flag, we ride with the tide symbol, constellations, and hazel flowers.

Hugo Jerónimo Madrigal Prepon: Hugo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, flamingo flowers, sulphur-crested cockatoos, and toucans.

Javier Gabriel Guzmán Madrigal: Javier’s plate will be pastel yellow with leaves, red and turquoise roses, and a glass of water with a toy whale in it.

José Lorenzo Madrigal Prepon: José’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, red roses, a purple shadow, and an eight ball.

Juan Félix Guzmán Madrigal: Juan’s plate will be pastel yellow with leaves, white and teal daisies, and a pile of miniature items .

Leta Pepa Guzmán Madrigal: Leta’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, purple and blue Salvias, and motorcycles running in a flaming circle.

Ligera Juana Guzmán Madrigal: Ligera’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, moonflowers, and Christmas lights.

Laurencio 'Luis' Agustín Nattura Madrigal: Luis’ plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blue orchids, weights, and fiery vortex.

Magnolia ‘Gigi’ Marguerite Gothel (soon to be Madrigal): Gigi’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, belladonnas, and bug shaped potions’ bottles.

Maisey Gaillardia Gothel-Enriquez (soon to be Madrigal): Maisey’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, rapunzel flowers, and blurred footprints.

Marcelo Héctor Bruno Rivera Madrigal: Marcelo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, firefly petunias, and glowing green eyes.

Mariana Isabela Luisa Rivera Madrigal: Mariana’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, yellow roses, and green & yellow scribbles.

Marisol Carmela Victoria Rivera Madrigal: Marisol’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink may lilies with dirty roots sticking out, and pens writing in books.

Mason Primethorn Gothel (soon to be Madrigal): Mason’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, the lost revenge flag, we ride with the tide symbol, a flower pot, and primroses.

Miguel Melchor Marquez Madrigal Jr: MJ’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blue and yellow rues, his tourney number (44), and bubbles.

Oscar Candelario Guzmán Madrigal: Oscar’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, purple and blue snake's head fritillary, snake scales, fútbals, and a crow with a quill.

Princesa Rosetta Guzmán Madrigal: Princesa’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink roses, and teal and purple gas clouds.

Rachel Anneliese Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe): Rachel’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink calliandra eriophylla/fairy duster flowers, needles, and a ball of yarn.

Renata Imelda Rivera Madrigal: Renata’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, tuberose, and bones in the shape of a bow.

Richard ‘Rick’ Perseus Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe): Rick’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Love-Lies-Bleeding (Amaranthus caudatus), gun keychain, and lie detector.

Rory Elias Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe): Rory’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, the tophat scarlet begonia, top hats, an eye with dinosaurs and pyramids in it, and a backwards ticking clock.

Silvia Julieta Nattura Madrigal: Silvia’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, white anthuriums, piano keys, and electrical/lightning looking lines in the shape of a bow.

Sofia Azucena Madrigal Prepon: Sofia’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, the hooker's lips flowers, and horrific looking monsters.

Tito Krsitoff Nattura Madrigal: Tito’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, black dahlia, a white chess pawn with a black belt, and shadows.

Vera Coco Rivera Madrigal: Vera’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, music notes, angel wings, and Tiarella Angel Wings (Foamflower).

Zoey Alejandra Marquez Madrigal: Zoey’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, hot pink and white passionflower, drums, radio with music notes, a broken clock, and a toaster.

Older Oc Bonuses:

Beatriz Botero-Yee: Beatriz’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, yellow and green peonies, and playing cards.

Benito Hernando Madrigal Yatra: Benito’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blue lotuses, rain, & casts.

Bubo Marquez: Bubo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, cacti, vines, bear masks, and chambermaids (calceolaria uniflora).

Faustina Felicitas Madrigal Yatra: Faustina’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Baby's-breath flowers, rain, and black cats.

Gabriel Esteban Espinosa Rivas: Gabriel’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, palm trees, turtles, and bird of paradise.

Mariano Guzmán: Mariano’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, orange Blanket flowers, orange calendulas, and quills.

Miguel Rivera: Miguel’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, chrysanthemum flowers, and sugar skull guitars.

Mina Prepon: Mina’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink marvel-of-perus, suns, and peruvian vase.

Miranda Botero-Yee: Miranda’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink orchids, herbs, and hares.

Raimi Sebastián Botero Molinari: Raimi’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink lilies, fruits, and veggies.

Rosa Diana Yatra Salinas: Rosa’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, light pink roses, an octopus, a plane, an outlet, a venus flytrap, and a cliff with a snake running through all the other objects.

Ryder Nattura: Ryder’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, snowdrops, red leaves, and baby reindeer.

Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya: Yanamaria’s plate was pastel yellow with leaves, red beads, and orange, red, and yellow gladiolus.

New Partners’ Eventual Plates:

Ace Spade McCard of Wonderland: Ace’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, black roses, and ace cards.

Amore Puglies: Amore’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink myrtles, purple periwinkle, and a webbed foot.

Annabelle Mijares Marcovaldo Scorfano: Annabelle’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink narcissuses, and a couple of little olympic medals for swimming.

Araceli Peña Merlo: Araceli’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, graded papers with crows, and pink carnations.

Aroha of Motunui: Aroha’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pikake flowers, and nuts/bolts.

Becca Colyar: Becca’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, white begonias, and tap shoes with chef hats on top of them.

Cailee Beckett: Cailee’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, tye dye strips, and rainbow roses.

Chester Clarence Catty-Cheshire of Wonderland: Chester’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pink and purple freesias, and cheshire grins.

Christopher ‘Topher’ Thompson: Topher’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, buttercups, boats with musical steam, and camera.

Eleanor Bluefairy-Carmelo of Llyr: Eleanor’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Forget-me-nots, and rainbow wings.

Felicidad Ruíz: Felicidad’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, violas, and musical notes.

Gloria Borbón: Gloria’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Forget-me-nots, bones, makeup, and planes.

Gronosis Ceinfarfog of Camelot: Gronosis’ plate is pastel yellow with leaves, poppies, and puppets with swords.

Haruto of Avalor: Haruto’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, pom poms, stars, and stargazer lilies.

Henrique Eligio de la Cruz: Henirque’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blue morning glories flowers, and mini cartoon characters he created.

Kamalani of Maui’s Island: Kamalani’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, lobster-claw flowers, and planes.

LeFou Deux ‘Lee’ Beaumont-LePrince: LeFou Deux’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, red roses, toy piles, the Queen's Fury Flag (bleeding rose with a knife through), and tools.

Lin 'Gizmo' Mazorra: Gizmo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, asters, music notes, and cameras.

Lucero Guadalupe Alcaraz Sánchez: Lucero’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, starfish, and flying duck orchid.

Luz Birdwell-Pepikrankenitz of the Kuzcovoan Empire: Luz’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, the purple flower (from Emperor's New Groove), squirrels, pottery, and the symbol of Camp Chippamunka.

Madeline ‘Mad Maddy’ Meraxes Mim: Mad Maddy’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Lilium candidum/the Madonna lily (it’s a type of flower), Potions Bottles, and Dolls.

Manu Batson of the Isle: Manu’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, weights, dancing silhouettes with bat wings, and Tacca chantrieri (the Black Bat Flower).

Mateo Desiderio Erasmus Foulfellow: Mateo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, dahlias, the lost revenge flag, we ride with the tide symbol, guitars, and coins.

Nabila Heartfang of Kumandra: Nabila’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, snapdragons, tourney sticks, and R.O.A.R swords.

Orlie Endora Marsh of Morva: Orlie’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, foxgloves, ocarinas, and potions bottles with an x’s on them.

Piper Neverscales: Piper’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, dark red water lilies, pearls, and Neverland Lagoon based jewelry.

Portabella Neverwing: Portabella’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, blue luminescent flowers, mushrooms, and red robins.

Prince Diego of Cordoba: Diego’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, yellow daisies with red tips, the symbol of Cordoba, and a drinking red pen.

Princess Solana Castillo Flores-Núñez of Avalor: Solana’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, bougainvilleas, the symbol of Avalor, ghosts, and steampunk gears.

Ronaldo Ortiz: Ronaldo’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, hydrangeas, gift baskets, and debate team bells.

Rosana Cardoso: Rosana’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, bellflowers, and sewing needles.

Rowan Rossí: Rowan’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, orange tiger lilies, pool balls, and throwing knives.

Simon Cantor Acosta Cova: Simon’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, tumbleweeds, roses, and cowboy boots with spurs.

Tapeesa Berenstain: Tapeesa’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, amborellas, dino bones, and flaming circles/rings.

Tasi of Motunui: Tasi’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, dirty shovels, bones, and shoeblackplant flowers.

Théotime ‘Time’ Cogsworth: Time’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, portulaca flowers, and a film role from a movie camera.

Trixie Earwicket-Hightopp of Wonderland: Trixie’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, hares, hats, and henbane flowers.

Vania of Motunui: Vania’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, orange zinnias, astronauts, and striped rows.

Vidal Alfaro Pezmuert: Vidal’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, Goldfish Plants (also known as Nematanthus gregarius), goldfish, fútbals, and swords & shields.

Wickley ‘Wick’ Wing: Wick’s plate is pastel yellow with leaves, paw prints, pom poms, ferris wheels, a fast flying fairy, and Bat flower (tacca chantrieri).

#encanto #encanto next gen #encanto concept art characters #encanto ocs #descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #descendants ocs #Madrigal Family ocs #The family madrigal #the invisible truth au #the invisible truth #etc

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Father’s Day

A little something for today - I maintain the Tracys would follow the US/Europe date for it rather than AUS/NZ. That’s my excuse anyway…

💛💙❤️

It had gone well. The atmosphere had been joyful. Hugs had been plentiful and the little tears of happiness badly concealed. Every scrap of the mighty takeout feast Scott had fetched from their favourite Auckland steak house had been demolished. Balloons littered the villa. MAX, in collaboration with EOS, had created a playlist that reflected every family member’s favourites spanning a good seven decades.

There had been singing, both tuneful and otherwise.

Six cards graced the mantelpiece, each varied in decoration as befitted the personality of the giver, but all containing a version of the same message - we are so glad you are home. We missed you. We love you. All but one had some reference to pink flamingos. The sixth had a remarkably detailed diagram of Thunderbird Three’s circuit of the sun.

The Man of the Moment had finally been chivvied off to bed by his mother when his head started nodding where he sat on the couch amongst his family. In her words, nobody needed to hear his boar-like snorting, but the flicker of concern in her eyes betrayed the real need to ensure he didn’t overdo it.

The eldest son of the Man of the Moment leant on the balustrade, watching the stars come out and absently swirling the whisky in his glass. The air was still warm and he had to slowly adjust the movement of his wrist to maintain the rhythm of the rapidly shrinking ‘rocks’. He’d come to prefer it un-iced anyway, but when your long-lost father offers you a sample of his secret, secret stash… well. Scott would have taken it with gravel and he would have enjoyed it.

It was good, if a little chilly. And the day had been wonderful, if a little strange. Like stretching a muscle that had gone untested for eight years. Maybe longer.

They’d never really made a big deal of the day before that in any case - even when he was alive their father had often been absent.

But there were always cards (some somewhat delayed in receipt). And he hadn’t realised until today, until he helped Dad drag a large flat box out from underneath his bed, that every card had been kept - from the first one picked out by Mom and signed on behalf of a 2-month old Scott - right up to the year Jeff disappeared. There wasn’t even a gap whilst Scott himself had been missing, thanks to the ingrained military practice of buying and writing cards in advance of deployments. Toddler scribbles, homemade masterpieces, that 4ft monstrosity Gordon had dragged home aged 10… even the obviously-last-minute convenience store purchases hurriedly signed 3 minutes before the still-damp envelope seal was broken. All were bundled together by year, little elastic bands and post-it notes delineating the passage of time.

There had been a lot of laughter, a fair amount of cringing and a few sniffles as those were explored. Happy times.

What Scott didn’t mention, what he’d never mention, was that when Jeff went missing, the cards didn’t stop. Not completely.

Every year except the first, where everything was still so raw and chaotic the day passed with nobody even knowing what date it was, there had been three Fathers’ Day cards written by the Tracy family.

Two were quietly slipped together under Scott’s door - a rare moment of collaboration between the Tinies. They were never the traditional kind, didn’t ACTUALLY mention Fathers Day on the front, but a would be a ‘blank for your own message’ card with a funny or interesting picture. Often an aircraft or some kind of bird. The contents would often be daft nonsense - silly puns, banter about the grey hairs and denial of liability for them, once a comedy poem about an albatross and the Kraken which had kept him smiling for days. But next to the signature, there’d be a little “you’re not so bad after all” or “thanks for everything, big bro” or even once a “Just wanted you to know it doesn’t go unnoticed xxx”

Nothing was ever said, but he’d find them later in the day and squeeze their shoulders or drop a kiss on the top of each head. Maybe there would be less squabbling and teenage stroppiness that day… often there wouldn’t. But things would feel lighter between the three of them for a while.

The third card was more of a letter, more of an incoherent flood of news, worries… regrets… requests for forgiveness. But it was always folded like a card for… reasons. And then folded again. And again until it was halved 7 times and couldn’t physically be squished up any smaller. Then, late at night when everyone else was asleep it would be set aflame right here on the balcony. Scott would watch the sparks fly into the sky and nurture a moment’s foolish hope that the message would be received.

No need for that this year. Dad was right here. Scott could tell him anything he wished at any moment, seek his advice, share his concerns, ask for… approval? All of that. He was right here.

And yet…

He shook himself. And downed the remainder of the whisky, flinching a little at the cold on his teeth and eyed the glass, wondering whether he could risk another one… a less rocky one. There was time for all the talking later. When he was well. When it was safe to burden him with such things. Not yet.

His pondering was interrupted by scuffling and heated whispering from just inside the balcony door behind him. He braced himself to mediate the latest nonsense from the Tinies but all went quiet and there was just a quite clack-swish of something falling through the doorway and sliding a little across the ground. Then running feet as they departed.

He looked down to see a single blue envelope at his feet. Unaddressed but for a tiny cartoon of a child’s scooter…

He rolled his eyes. Suspecting a prank was pending but, too tired to resist the inevitable, he crouched to retrieve it and slid his finger under the flap of the envelope to peer inside. Then closed it again, hurriedly. A chunky font screamed “BESTEST DAD EVER!” from the midst of a multicoloured explosion. They’d got the envelopes mixed up, clearly. He went to call after the two idiots but they were long gone.

With a sigh, he stood back up and decided he’d better chase them down but was arrested by curiosity. Both had given Dad cards earlier… what was this for? He hoped it wasn’t a prank… he didn’t think Dad was ready for that yet… they were trying to keep surprises to a minimum until his heart started behaving more reliably.

They wouldn’t, would they?

Hmm.

He’d better check.

Leaning back on to the railings with a good portion of free space in front to fling anything unpleasant into… he pulled the card from the envelope and opened it… very carefully.

Nothing exploded. Or popped out at him. There was no glitter in his eyeballs nor squeaky earworm tunes blasted from tinny micro speakers.

And yet he gasped harshly as his heart raced and his eyes blurred with sudden tears.

The card was empty but for his name at the top, Alan and Gordon’s at the bottom and two words in the middle, underlined and emphasised with a heavy full stop:

Still True.

Part 2

Part 3

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #gordon tracy #Alan Tracy #dad!scott #with all my love to those for whom today is difficult for any reason x #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #I was gonna say thunderfluff but it made everyone teary so…#ThunderSadFluff?#ThunderFEELINGS #Fathers Day fic

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