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Season 4 Episode 23 - “Eri…surprise!”

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❥ han jisung x gn!reader

❥ genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

❥ warnings: descriptions of body issues, negative talk

❥ word count: 1.8K

❥ A/N: just a little something i wrote for you all while i’m away~ i hope you like it? i don’t usually write stuff like this ahahahah. lmk if it was okay…? and please reblog! this isn’t proofread btw. didn’t have time for that (p.s. buttons, this is especially for you)

standing in front of the mirror, you frowned as your eyes scanned over every inch of your body, feeling smaller and smaller with every second that passed by.

your thighs weren’t small enough.

your stomach wasn’t toned enough.

your arms weren’t thin enough.

nothing of yours ever felt enough. no matter how much you tried… you were never enough. never enough for your parents. never enough for your friends. never enough for yourself. and everyone always took every opportunity they had to remind you of that.

tears stung your eyes, the whites taking on a slight reddish tint as your mind kept repeating the same painful thoughts over and over. you wanted to cry. you desperately wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. you didn’t have the energy. crying would be so much easier but your body never allowed for things to be easy. you had to stand there with sobs clogging your throat, eyes glistening with tears that refused to shed, and a sick feeling in your stomach.

you weren’t sure how long you stood there, just staring at yourself. you couldn’t bear to look at yourself, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. it was as if your brain wanted to torture you. as if you deserved it.

completely engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise when jisung had made his way to the bedroom, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, simply staring at your static figure. he chewed on his lip and let out a small sigh, knowing exactly what was going through your head. it wasn’t the first time he’d caught you staring at yourself, a blank look of longing in your eyes.

he took small, slow steps approaching you, arms reaching over to meekly wrap around your waist, making you jump a little from the sudden sensation.

‘it’s just me, sweetie,’ he whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder before placing his chin on top, looking at you through the mirror. calming your thumping heart, you turned your head to the side to look at him and forced a smile.

‘hi, when did you get home?’

‘hm, just got here,’ he hummed, swaying your body ever so slightly. ‘how long have you been standing here?’

‘huh? oh uh… i don’t know. not too long, i guess.’

‘really? because it’s been 5 minutes since i saw you standing here and you haven’t moved an inch.’

jisung pouted his lips slightly and you let out a sad chuckle. ‘sorry. i didn’t realise.’

he shook his head, his hair tickling your cheek slightly, forcing a faint smile to fall on your lips. ‘don’t apologise, sweetheart. tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.’

‘nothing,’ you lied, not wanting to worry him. you knew how upset he got whenever he listened to you talk yourself down and you didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t get a moment of peace after a long day at work. he came home to rest, you thought, not listen to your woes about things you could not change.

‘hmm… i see.’ there was a short pause before he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. ‘look in the mirror.’

‘hm?’

‘look at my face,’ he said in a hushed tone and your eyes flickered to his reflection, meeting his gentle gaze. ‘i look so bloated today. and look at those dark circles. they make me look like a zombie. and yknow what, i think my cheeks are too chubby,’ he complained with a pout.

‘no they’re not.’

‘yes they are.’

you frowned. ‘don’t say that. you’re beautiful. i love your cheeks. especially when you eat and they fill up with food like a squirrel,’ you let out a small giggle, hand reaching up to pinch his stretchy cheek. ‘you look adorable.’

‘i don’t see why you like them,’ jisung shrugged, his face remaining expressionless, lips pressed into a thin line.

‘you don’t have to. just take my word for it. you’re beautiful. so so beautiful. even if you don’t see it.’

‘but what if… i told you someone said i didn’t look good. that i always looked too tired. that my face always looked swollen.’

your frown deepened the more he spoke, anger building up in your body. why would anyone say something like that to the sweetest human ever?

‘who said that?’ you asked right as you turned in his hold to face him. ‘give me their address. i’ll go teach them a lesson.’

jisung shrugged. ‘it’s their opinion.’

‘well their opinion is wrong. what’s the point of saying something mean that won’t benefit someone in any way? they just wanted to make you feel bad. you look perfect just as you are,’ you said with conviction, hands travelling up to hold his face in your palms. ‘you shouldn’t pay attention to people like that. they’re just projecting their insecurities onto you. no person who actually cares about you would say something so inconsiderate. and you don’t need to care about what they say since they clearly don’t care about you.’

jisung pressed his lips in a line to conceal his smile and nodded. he placed his hands on your wrist, pulling them away from his face, and laced his fingers with yours. ‘so why can’t you do the same?’

the moment his words settled in your brain, the angry creases in your forehead relaxed, eyes widening a little as you stared at him. you sputtered a little, trying to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. jisung let out a breathy chuckle, unlacing one hand to place it right under your jaw, his thumb rubbing circles in the soft expanse of your cheek.

‘you shouldn’t care about the opinions of people who clearly don’t care about your feelings either.’

‘t-that’s not the same.’

‘why?’

‘because… they’re right,’ you murmured, eyes darting away.

‘no they’re not. hey, look at me,’ he whispered, searching for your eyes as they travelled in every direction but his face. your lips quivered and you shook your head, afraid that you’d cry the moment you looked at him.

‘love… please?’ he tried again, finally getting you to relent. you turned your head to face him, eyes sparkling with tears you refused to shed. ‘i wish you could see yourself from my eyes. then you’d realise just how beautiful you are,’ he said softly, thumb brushing gentle strokes over your skin, his other hand pressing yours to his chest.

the corners of your lips pulled downwards and you looked away once more, shaking your head.

‘you don’t have to believe me. just take my word for it?’ he said, repeating your words. ‘i love every part of you.’

you looked into his eyes, a teardrop hanging at the corner of your eye. ‘why?’

‘why what?’

‘why do you love me? there are so many better people out there and–’ you cut yourself off, pouty lips hiding your clenched teeth. you couldn’t bear to continue. it hurt to even think about admitting that you felt you weren’t good enough for the man you loved most.

‘well of course there are better people out there. there are better people than me too. but you my love? you’re perfect for me,’ he pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘i don’t want anyone better. i just want you. you’re kind, you take care of everyone around you, you take care of me, you’re my rock, my motivation, you’re the reason i actually believe there’s any good in this world.’ he breathed in deeply before continuing. ‘for so long… i felt broken on the inside. and completely alone. and i don’t feel that way with you. you’re my home. my haven. how could there be anything better?’

with every word that left his lips, you seemed to cry harder and harder, audible sobs leaving your lips as your forehead rested on his shoulder, his hand moving to rub circles on your back.

‘you’re more than enough for me, darling,’ he said, voice quivering just a little as he tried to control his own emotions. he didn’t want to cry in front of you. he knew he could, but he didn’t want to. he wanted to cheer you up. to make you smile.

jisung held you close, letting you cry for as long as you needed to, until your sobs subsided to small sniffles. pulling away, he wiped the tears off your cheeks with a small chuckle.

‘i love your beautiful eyes,’ he confessed, pressing a kiss on each eyelid.

‘even when they’re red and puffy from all the crying?’

‘especially then.’ his response made you laugh through your tears. ‘and i love your beautiful pretty little cheeks.’

kiss.

i love your nose.

kiss.

your lips.

kiss.

even your cute little chin.

kiss.

‘and your body? god…’ he breathed out, hands travelling down to your waist. stepping back, he looked you up and down and lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised as he marvelled every inch of your body before looking back into your eyes and deliberately biting the side of his bottom lip.

you let out a small laugh, cheeks heating up. ‘stop it,’ you said, playfully smacking his bicep and he laughed.

‘what? it’s true. i could stare at you for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough.’

you rolled your eyes playfully and circled your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. ‘anything else?’

his eyes darted upwards and he hummed in deliberation. ‘how much time do you have? i could go on for days.’

you let out a loud laugh, shaking your head, and the man in your arms laughed along, happy to see the worried lines on your face dissipate. ‘you’re too much.’

‘and you’re just enough.’

‘okay i get it,’ you rolled your eyes playfully, having heard his little reminder enough times for it to ease your worries for the day at the very least. jisung smiled and pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you softly.

‘i know you don’t,’ he mumbled before pressing another chaste kiss, then pulling away. ‘but it’s okay. i’ll always be here to remind you how beautiful you are. and how amazing you are. and how incredibly in love i am with you. one day you’ll see yourself the way i do.’

‘and if i don’t?’

‘hmmm… that’s okay too. i’ll remind you for the rest of my life if i have to.’

‘you love me that much?’

‘i love you even more than that, darling. so much more than you can imagine. you’re my safe space. my most beautiful home. life would feel empty without you.’

you felt your heart swell with emotion, tears collecting in your waterline—but this time… from happiness and gratitude instead. not having enough words to express yourself, you rested your head against his shoulder, hugging him tighter than you ever did before. as if he’d disappear if you let go—and you couldn’t afford that. he was your home too.

your safe haven.

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I know, It’s been a whiiiile… I hope everyone’s been staying safe and healthy through this pandemic, wherever you are. <3 It’s December 6th, the day Newt Scamander came to New York City, so I guess it’s fitting that I post a Fantastic Beasts fic. I adore Newt so so much. 😊 This one takes place at about the end of the first film. Jacob’s been obliviated, but I feel like Newt may have had to wait a few days for the next ship bound for England to arrive in New York. Tina and Queenie wouldn’t let him roam around the city alone (and I don’t think Madam Picquery would allow it, to be honest) so he’s staying in their apartment until he can go back home. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Stay safe out there, y’all!

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“Newt? You still down there?” Queenie called into the open suitcase that rested on the floor in the corner of her living room.

“Yes, I’m here.” Newt had been inside his case since the morning and the sun was already setting behind the Manhattan skyline. He had been working closely with new creatures, helping them get acclimated to their new environments while he studied them. Newt was currently sitting at the small table in the corner of his shed, concentrating on heavily detailed observations and ideas he was scribbling into his notebook. His head snapped up from his work when he heard Queenie’s heels tapping down the steps behind him.

“You’ve been down here all day, honey. You haven’t even eaten at all.” She held up a plate of stew in her hand and smiled. “I thought I’d bring ya a little somethin’.”

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Dangerous? Or Friendly?

Mike is fearful of the animatronics. I mean, can you blame him? They're huge! But Abby appears to gain their trust really quickly. Who are these ghost kids hidden in the animatronics? And why do they want to play with him so badly?

Thus begins the first of many FNAF Movie fanfics. I had started this fanfic before watching the movie. Then, when I watched the movie, I went home and tweaked it before finishing off the rest of the story. Naturally, this fanfic is going to contain spoilers. But despite that, I hope you like it!

Mike stared at the huge bear animatronic that was walking closer to him. He had picked up a chair in an attempt to hit the bear animatronic…or at the very least, keep some space between them…He desperately didn’t want to die by the animatronics tonight. All he wanted was to finish this shift and get the heck out of there. 

“Mike!” He heard, running from the animatronics up to her brother. “They wouldn’t stop tickling me. I thought I was gonna die!” Abby explained. 

Mike was too busy staring at the orange-coloured eyes of the bear animatronic. It was not only huge, but the thing was growling at him suspiciously. He was too busy focusing on that, to realize Abby’s choice of words at first. 

“Freddy…this is my brother, Mike.” Abby told the bear. 

The bear looked Mike up and down, still suspicious of the adult in front of it. Mike didn’t know what to say…or even what to do. The only thing keeping him safe was the wooden chair in his hands. According to Abby, these huge machines weren’t really hurting her…well, not technically. They were tickling her, but not really causing any other harm to her. But he didn’t care if they were harmless right now…the animatronics were still hella terrifying…

Freddy’s eyebrows dropped their ferocious scowl and raised into a more ‘happy’ facial expression. Mike was a little taken aback by this. Was Freddy…not angry at him anymore? Then, the bunny animatronic started making its way up to Mike next. Still scared of the other animatronics, Mike quickly aimed the chair towards the bunny, making sure to keep some distance between them. “Stay there.” He warned. “Abby, get behind me.” he attempted to order.

Abby looked at her brother with worry. “They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re with me.” She told him. 

Mike was still unsure though. He'd rather risk losing their trust and keep the chair up, than lower the chair and let his guard down. As much as he trusted his sister…he was too scared to do anything that risked getting him killed. But…if he’s with Abby…and Abby gained the trust of the animatronics…then maybe…

“This is Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and Chica.” Abby told him, pointing to every animatronic as she said the names.

He started to lower the chair. The chicken and the fox animatronics made their way closer to Mike as well, soon surrounding Mike in somewhat of a rough circle. Mike looked a little more nervous now…cause it seemed that no matter where he looked, an animatronic would be staring right at him. Though Freddy and Bonnie’s eyebrows had calmed down and showed its trust, the others hadn’t yet. They still looked as suspicious as ever.

But right as Mike felt like he finally had some control and comfort…he felt a single poke to his side. 

“-?!” Mike jumped, barely making a sound as he contorted his body to look at the animatronic that had poked him. “Who did that?!” He asked, staring at both the chicken and the fox. 

Abby giggled. “Chica did!” She told him. 

“W-which one? The…yellow one?” Mike asked. 

“Yup! Chica, as in chicken.” Abby replied. 

Though he would never admit it, Abby’s wordplay…was actually a good strategy to help him remember the name. 

“W-what…” Mike attempted to ask Chica as it got slightly closer. “What are you…” 

Another poke hit him right in the ribs, surprising Mike enough to let out something. “aAh-?!” His voice wobbled, a strained, tiny smile appearing on his face for only a moment. “No.” Mike warned the fox, who was staring at Mike and holding its index finger up in frozen shock. 

Abby smirked. “Uh oh~” she teased. 

“Abby, no.” Mike warned his sister. 

“It’s too late~” Abby teased evilly, letting out a giggle.

“Abby- GaAha-!” He jumped again, curling in a little bit and temporarily losing his footing. 

“Go for the ribs and armpits!” Abby declared. 

Mike looked over at Abby with panic and betrayal. “ABBY!” He reacted. 

“His feet are ticklish too! Hehehe!” Abby giggled. 

Mike shot Abby a fearful glare. “Shut it!” He ordered. Then he looked at the animatronics, which were all staring at Mike just inches away from him. “Sh-she’s lying!” He told them desperately, hoping and praying they don’t try anything. 

But this lie didn’t do anything…in fact, all it did was encourage Abby to run up and squeeze his sides! Mike gasped and hugged himself, curling up a bit and trying to keep his laughter in. “aAH- ST-Stop- stOP!” He ordered in desperation. Though they weren’t the most ticklish spot, they were still bad enough to render him somewhat helpless. 

“See?” Abby told the animatronics with a proud, shit-eating grin. 

The animatronics looked back and forth amongst each other, showing contentment in their robot faces. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle his sister, or run away. He loved his sister, but my god…the girl loved to test the waters and make him question it. And if this week wasn’t evidence enough of that…then I don’t know what was. 

On top of that, Mike could feel his knees beginning to buckle due to his sister’s tickles. He was curling into the sides and fighting every instinct to flee as he felt his legs weaken further and further. He knew he was going down slowly…but he was not going down without a vigorous fight. But his arms could only protect so much at once, especially when you’re trying to prove to the animatronics just how not ticklish he was. The truth was…Abby was right. He’s very ticklish, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

The man wasn’t sure if he should continue to fight on, or just give up and laugh. 

…And then Abby pulled a brutal move on him…by squeezing his lower ribs. 

“aAAHA!” Mike dropped to his knees and hugged his ribs. “A-ABBYHYHY-!” Mike shouted, flopping onto his side and kicking his legs as Abby playfully dug further into his ribs. Mike had closed his eyes…which meant he couldn’t see the animatronics’ reactions and movements. Dammit, Abby! Why must she do this to him!? 

Mike’s panic only exacerbated the moment he felt a pair of large, metal, blue hands grab his waist and lift him up. Yes…I am not kidding. The animatronic lifted him up like a toddler, not even phased by the size and weight of this security guard. “AAH! NO! LET ME GO!” Mike shouted, now squirming and kicking his feet wildly. But to no one’s surprise, not even a body shift could compromise the animatronic’s undeniable strength. Whoever thought making scarily strong animatronics like this was a good idea…was unbelievably insane. 

“Wow! Bonnie’s really strong!” Abby reacted, somehow unphased by this huge feat. 

But Mike’s squirming halted for only a moment when he felt skitters and squeezes on his upper ribs. Mike gasped and started squirming for a completely different reason, as a wobbly, stupid little smile began to fill his lips. “Ohno- NONONO-!” Mike opened his eyes and screeched as he felt the fat skittering fingers of the bear animatronic, moving up and down his lower front ribs. Finally, Mike burst out in surprised laughter as he tried and failed to get out of their strong grip. “OHGOD NOHOHOHOhohooo! aaAAHAHAAA-!? NOHOHO! Thihis isn’t fahahairrr!” He laughed. 

Abby was giggling like mad, loving every second of this. “Hahaha! How’s it feel being tickled by robot tickle monsters?” Abby asked with a grin. 

“Thihihis ihis INSAHAHAHANE!” He hung his head and shook in Bonnie’s grasp. “C-Cohohome ohon-” He jumped and lost his composure yet again, when he felt the blue fingers going up his ribs slightly to the 4th or 5th rib. “NAHAHAHAhahahaha! W-WAHAIT- GAHAHAhahaha!” Mike yelled. 

Abby smiled brightly. “Go for the armpits! His armpits are bad too! They make him all squeaky!” Abby told Freddy. 

Mike groaned through his laughter. “Abs plehehease stohohohop!” He pleaded. “Yohohohou’re nohohot- NO!” Mike screeched and yelled as Bonnie scooted its hands slightly lower on his ribs, presumably so Freddy had more access to his underarms…

Why Abby keeps telling Freddy and the animatronics his ticklish secrets, he could not tell you. But man, he was tempted to tickle his sister to tears the moment he got free. 

“F-FREDDYWAIT-” Mike stared at the thick fingers that were subtly threatening to tickle his now-vulnerable armpits. When Freddy had placed the fingers mere millimeters away from his armpits, Mike knew he was doomed. But still…he tried one last attempt to ask for freedom. He gulped. “Uh….m-mercy?” He asked rather anxiously. 

Freddy’s ears wiggled slightly before the fingers finally touched down on his armpits. Just the touch down was ticklish enough! But when the fingers started MOVING?! HOLY CRAP, IT TICKLED LIKE MAD! Any amount of laughter that filled his lungs, came out in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched squeal. “aaaAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! NaAaAAH! NAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Mike squeaked and squealed through his laughter. 

Abby just laughed as she watched. “Isn’t Mike’s laugh funny?” Abby asked. 

Freddy then stopped his tickle attack for a moment, to let the man breathe. Mike treated the break like a trophy, and happily took advantage. It was like he hadn’t taken a breath in years! The feeling of a simple breath made him overwhelmed with gratitude. He cleared his throat a little bit as he tried to pull himself together. 

Once Mike felt calm enough to properly think, he tried to get himself free from Bonnie’s grip. “Okay…You had your fun. Can you please let me go now?” Mike asked. 

Abby looked at the other animatronics and watched as they…almost conversed with each other. Mike watched them with both confusion, and fear in his eyes. He lowered himself slightly to talk to Abby. “What’s happening? What are they talking about?” Mike asked. 

She giggled. “They’re talking about what tickle spot to go for next.” She told him outright. 

Mike bit his lip. Oh no…Not good. 

Wait…How does she know?! Can she- Can she TALK TO THEM?! 

Mike widened his eyes and turned to Abby with fear visible in his eyes. “Can you tell them to stop?” Mike asked. 

Abby tilted her head. “Why? They just want to play.” She told him. 

“I…I don’t have time to play. I’m supposed to be working.” Mike told him. 

The animatronics stopped their ‘conversation’ and looked over at Mike and Abby. Mike tensed up slightly as he stared at the animatronic bear’s eyes again. Something about those eyes looked dead inside, yet…their eyes glowed in a human-kind of way that made a shiver move up his spine. It was nerve-wracking, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.  

But Freddy looked over at Chica, and…started waving for Chica to come over. Mike widened his eyes and started squirming all over again. No no no, that chicken thing had better not be getting closer to him. Abby had gasped and covered her mouth, letting out an excited squeal. Oh no! What in the world were they planning that was so exciting to her?! 

“Abby?! What are they planning?!” Mike asked. 

Abby looked at Mike, and giggled menacingly. For the love of-WHY WON’T SHE TELL HIM?!

Mike looked at the chicken animatronic and prepared himself. “Chick-Chica NO.” Mike lifted his right foot up and started pushing against Chica’s middle chest. “Stay back. I’m warning you.” He ordered before pushing with his other foot as well, in an attempt to get the animatronic away from him. 

But to both Mike AND Abby’s surprise, Chica grabbed his ankles, and gave him a bit of a tug. And to Mike’s horror, Bonnie let go of him and let him fly upside down! “WhooOOHNO-” 

Abby gasped and held her stomach as she bursted out laughing. 

Mike felt his bangs fall above his head as he struggled to come to terms with being upside down. Great…Looks like the animatronics were just toying with him at this point. 

“Abs, please…” Mike said, looking at her upside down. “What are they doing?” He asked, confused and worried. But his attention switched over to the fiddling and adjusting he felt against his shoe. “What-” Mike muttered as he curled himself up, attempting to see how his feet were being toyed with. “Hey! Stop that!” He ordered. 

But Mike widened his eyes in horror the second he felt his shoe being slipped off his foot. SHIT! 

“OHNO-?!” Mike started to panic as he heard the shoe fall to the ground. “Abby help!” Mike yelled as he pulled on his ankles and struggled to get himself right side up. “ABBY!” Mike held his arms out desperately. 

Abby only giggled. “You are all gonna love this! His feet are so ticklish!” Abby told them excitedly. 

Mike groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Abbyyyy…” Mike groaned. 

“And don’t forget his piggies!” Abby teased. 

“Abby-” Mike was growing somewhat impatient with his sister by this point. 

“Though be careful with his toes. He might die if he’s tickled too much there.” She warned. 

Heh…‘Be careful’...Hearing that was funny enough in its own right. At least she has the right of mind to tell them to at least be careful…

His breath hitched the moment he felt a fat finger on the arch of his socked left foot. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his hands. NO. They are NOT getting away with tickling him again. Nuh uh, no way. They can fight with him all they want to, but they will NEVER get a laugh out of him! Not now, not ever again. 

Or so he thought…

Only one little flutter…right under his toes…was enough to make every bit of laughter burst out of him. The poor man threw his arms against his chest and leaned his head back slightly as every laugh he had bunched up in his lungs, had finally let themselves free. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Ohohokahay, okahahahayyyyy!” Mike yelled. 

“YAY!” Abby declared, laughing alongside him. 

Mike put his hands in praying position. “Yohohou got mehehehee! P-Plehehehease stohohop! Ihihihi’m lahahaughihihing ehenohohough!” He pleaded. 

“Okay, let’s stop.” Abby told Chica. 

Chica moved its fingers away, and looked at Abby for her next instruction. 

Abby waited a few seconds, while listening to his brother breathe somewhat heavily from exhaustion. “You okay?” Abby asked. 

Mike huffed and puffed a few more times. “Ihihi…Ihi’m okay…I’m good.” 

“Do you need a break?” Abby asked. 

“Thahat…would be nihice.” Mike admitted. 

“Okay.” Abby replied. “How about…in a few more minutes?” Abby asked, looking at the animatronics. Mike nodded his head. A break sounded amazing right about now. Especially if…wait, did she say ‘in a few minutes’? 

“Okay go!” Abby suddenly told Chica. 

Mike’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait WHA-” 

Mike shrieked as the fat fingers started tickling him all over again. He couldn’t even hold in his laughter this time, instead just letting it fall out of him. “BAAAHAHAHAhahAHAhahaha!” Mike cackled, shocked by the sudden tickles against the ball of his foot. When he finished his fit, Mike took in a breath and squealed in a rather high-pitched voice before falling into another fit of cackles. “Plehehehehehease! HAHahahaha! Ihihit’s toohoohoohoo ticklihihish!” He told Abby. 

“So ticklish you can’t remember your right from left?” 

“HEHEhehehehe- Yehehehehesss!” He replied. 

Abby walked closer to Mike and started poking and tickling his sides. “How about now?” 

Mike jumped and grunted, grasping at his sister’s hands, laughing slightly harder. This is the most Abby has touched him, let alone tickled him, in quite a long time. And though he was technically in a very vulnerable position right now, there were much worse scenarios to be stuck in. 

“Alright. Let’s stop for real this time.” Abby told Chica. 

Chica stopped its fingers. 

“Can you flip him the right way, Chica?” Abby asked. 

Chica lowered its body down and placed its hands under Mike to help pick him up. “ooOKAY…” Mike felt as Chica grabbed under his arms and nodded to Bonnie. With that nod, Bonnie let go of Mike’s feet and let them drop. “Okay- OW.” He yelped as his foot inevitably hit Bonnie’s leg. “Ohokay.” He muttered. Chica lowered Mike down till his feet were touching the ground. “Thank you…” He huffed and attempted to pull himself together. “Not…sure how I feel about you being able to lift me so easily…” Mike admitted. Chica removed his fingers, accidentally tickling his armpit one more time. This made Mike jump snicker one last time. 

Abby shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Abby asked. 

Mike turned to his sister…and slowly gave her a devious smile. “Get over here, you ticklish tattle-tale!” He declared, picking her up and skittering his fingers all over her ribs and belly. “Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tickle~!” He teased, using toddler-like teases so he could further torment her. 

“MIHIHIKE- HAHAhahahaha! NAHAHA- SOHOHORRYYYY!” She shouted. 

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Abs.” He teased. “You understood exactly what they were doing, and didn’t bother to tell me all of it.” He moved his fingers to her belly button, earning him a high-pitched squeal. “AND you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how ticklish I am!” He added. “You’re a little menace who deserves to laugh just as much as I did.” He told her. 

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHOHON!” She pleaded. 

“What belly button?” He asked innocently. “I didn’t know you had a belly button! Let me see!” Mike picked her up bridal style and blew a raspberry onto her belly button. 

Abby squealed and screamed with laughter as the raspberry filled her belly, before stopping. He lowered her sister down, and continued to hold her bridal style. Abby was still a bit of a giggly mess despite not being tickled for nearly as long. He put her down onto her feet. “There. Should we make it a tie?” He asked, holding his hand up. 

Abby nodded her head and gave him a high five. With that set in motion, Mike started to collect his stuff and take Abby out to the car. Funnily enough, the animatronics had tickled him up until his shift had ended. 

And by the time Mike had pulled into the driveway, Abby was sound asleep against the car door with a mauve blanket being used as a pillow. 

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ART BASED OFF OF @anxious-lee GRAVITY FALLS TK FANFIC. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BESTI- (I HOPE U DONT MIND ME CALLIN U THAT- I CALL PPL THAT WHO I JUST LIKE/WANNA BEFRIEND THEM AND STUFFS-) also TRYING OUT ANOTHER ART STYLE...

Tickle Monster!Ford all the way.

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the silly lego ninja have pulled me back in yall

The smartest boy i’ve seen

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mmmm like @pastelclovds @deadmeat666 @niverine @mmonikurr @yourftmfriend @darlingpwease

they all write so amazing! omegaverse blogs I didn't found, sorry !

it's been very cold n cloudy for days on end where i live, so I drew omega with some comfy winter wear 🖤✨

Look at this sweet man!

when he says "i love you" but riku kingdom hearts did this

some vernon x acts of service fluff for you ♡

vernon dyed his hair black this morning. he kind of loves it, and he hopes you will too. obviously the execution isn’t perfect; there are some dark stains on his ears and his forehead and he ruined two t-shirts in the process. but he knows how much you love that color on him.

this afternoon, vernon did some shopping. he needed a new shirt and he remembered the pretty bracelet that had caught your eye last time you were in town. he hopes you’ll be happy when he gifts it to you.

and this evening, vernon cooked dinner. it’s not done yet, but it will be in about thirty minutes. mingyu sent him an easy yet sophisticated recipe which he followed to the letter, and it turned out pretty well, at least on the outside. he hopes you’ll like it.

it’s past 7pm when he hears your key turn in the front door’s lock. the oven is a bit greasy, there’s oregano spilled on the counter, the wrapping of your gift is a little messy, and his ears are red from his attempts to remove the dye from his skin. perhaps from stress too.

and suddenly it hits him. he feels stupid. what if he’s doing too much? it is too much, isn’t it?

“hi handsome” your voice pulls him out of his panic as he exits the kitchen, his hands a little moist. you’re ready to lean in for a kiss, it’s almost muscle memory at this point, but the sight of his hair makes you pause.

“love it. and love the new shirt”, you reply, letting your hand brush against the strands of hair on his forehead before finally going in for the kiss. “what’s that smell? did you cook something?”

his ears turn a new shade of red as he grabs your arm to lead you to his living room. “i did, but you don’t wanna go in there right now”, he warns you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the living room instead.

it’s rather unusual for vernon to look so agitated, especially around you. you look at your surroundings, trying to notice anything different.

“is everything okay?”

he nods, a bit faster than usual, before digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small gift with a wonky ribbon on top.

“got you a little something today. but you can return it if you don’t like it, or even if you change your mind in a few days. or weeks. or even months, really.”

you’re only now noticing the dye stains on his skin, which draws a chuckle out of you. he looks so frantic it’s almost comical. without a word, you put the gift aside and stand up, pretty sure to know what this is all about.

“i already know i love that gift. i’ll love it forever and i would not trade it for any other. ever. because it comes from you, and that’s all i want.”

completely unfazed by how easily you saw right through him, he looks down at the hand you’re still holding, the one with a brand new silver ring on his fourth finger.

your words were heard and understood, but you can feel him internally tiptoeing around what’s really on his mind. his eyes, however, carry the same sweetness they always do when he looks at you.

“this is gonna sound really dumb but, i just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured to love… my gift. or to commit to it. i promise i won’t be mad if you tell me you don’t want it”, he tells you, grabbing your other hand to get a look at your own ring, the exact same as him.

it’s now 7:25pm, meaning that it’s been almost 24 hours since vernon has gotten down on one knee to ask the most nerve-wracking question of his entire life. 24 hours since you were legally allowed to call him your fiancé, a much awaited upgrade from the ‘boyfriend’ status.

last night had been a dream come true. but this morning, an uneasy feeling had started crawling into vernon’s mind, making him feel like maybe that dream of his would never come true after all.

dyeing his hair, making dinner, buying gifts, he had really thought about doing anything in his power to keep you from second-guessing your answer from yesterday.

still, nothing would calm his mind except maybe hearing the words from your mouth.

“i’ll love your gift because i love you. and because i spent the last 24 hours on cloud nine, thinking about how lucky i am that you proposed”, you told him in your calmest voice. “i’ll be honest, i even spent my entire day practicing saying “my husband” instead of “boyfriend”… and it sounds really, really nice.”

and that is the exact moment when the crushing weight of doubt and insecurity is lifted from vernon’s shoulders.

he still feels a bit stupid, but in a way that feels great, warm and almost comforting. for the second night in a row, he’s overwhelmed by the pure yet simple feeling of knowing his love is perfectly reciprocated.

“so… does that mean you still want me to be your husband?” he asks with a relieved smile as you trap him in the tightest hug, one hand running in his freshly dyed locks.

he loves you and you love him, that’s the one thing he doesn’t need to hope for. he knows it, and oh how he loves knowing it.