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Ghost

word count: 6,500

pairing: loki x fem!reader (platonic)

cw: mentions of death, mentions of family struggle, mentions of loss of a loved one, hurt/comfort, mild swearing

summary: You were quiet. Verbally, yes, but physically, too. You have this thing about scaring every one in the tower. All but one.

author's note: Thanks to @crimson25 for the original prompt! It was very very fun to write! Also, thank you all for the patience for this fic. I went thru a bit of a hard time, but I'm a lot better now. You all rock. Hope you enjoy!!!

Apparently, it was a thing you did. For a while, you had no idea you’d even been doing it; the members of the tower refraining from scolding you for it.

Sure, you noticed the gasps and how quickly their heads would whip around to see you standing behind them, but you’d never thought it was because of you. You assumed maybe they’d been doing something that they didn’t want you to see.

That was until this morning when you came across Tony and Natasha in the briefing room discussing a mission report from the day prior. You’d been searching for Nat exclusively in hopes that she would finish telling you the rest of her story about reuniting with her sister, Yelena. She was almost done once she got pulled away by Stark and Rogers to go to Peru, leaving you hanging on the edge of your seat.

By the time she had returned, it was past midnight, so you weren’t going to force her to finish her telling of the tale after she’d just returned home. You weren’t a sadist.

So, you waited until well past morning when the sun was high in the sky. You heard Nat’s raspy voice counter Tony’s condescending tone and decided then and there it was best to wait until they were finished with their conversation.

It didn’t seem secretive by any means considering they were talking loud enough for you to hear down the hallway, so you rested your shoulder on the doorframe, patiently waiting and listening.

“And you’re sure it was an accident?” Stark interrogated her, raising an eyebrow. Nat groaned, her hands wildly gesturing to the billionaire.

“I’m positive, Tony. Why would I have any reason to lie? Barnes is a good Agent and has proved himself time and time again. Why don’t you trust him?”

“Because he used to be a threat, that’s why!”

“Key words: used to! Barnes is past that and you know it. Yes, we got into an argument. Yes, it got heated. And yes, I got stabbed by his knife, but it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He was about to get floored, so without thinking, I kicked one of the guys in front of him just as he was about to protect himself and he nicked me instead. It was completely my fault.”

Tony was uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds, tapping his pen against the desk. He huffed, then leant down to scribble his signature onto the paperwork. “If anything had happened to you…”

“Aw, Tony,” Nat cut in, jutting her bottom lip out in fake gratefulness. “It actually sounds like you care about me.”

“Don’t get used to it. You know I don’t have emotions.”

Stark slid the piece of paper into a folder and pushed it across the desk just before turning on his heels to head out of the room. Nat followed suit, both of them spotting you in the doorway.

“GEEZ”

“SHIT”

The pair of them jumped and yelled at the same time. Your eyes instantly went wide, their reaction having scared you as well. Tony clutched onto his chest as he gasped to bring air back into his lungs.

“Okay, seriously…” Nat snarled, her hands instinctively covering her eyes in embarrassment. “You have got to stop doing that!”

You raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them incredulously. “Doing what?”

“Sneaking up on people!” Nat chastised you.

“What are you even talking abou—”

“Ah-ah! I got you figured out, American Bandit,” Tony cut you off. “One more infraction and I’m forcing you to rob banks for a living.”

“You’re like a ghost,” Nat held a hand up in front of Stark, keeping her focus on you. “Haven’t you noticed how edgy everyone seems when they turn a corner and you’re suddenly there?”

“Well, yeah, but I just thought it was because they didn’t like me or something…”

“No, no, you’re just so quiet and…” Nat tilted her head at you in confusion, “…you really didn’t know? You’re not doing it on purpose?”

“I swear I’m not!”

“Well, this talent that you’re completely unaware of will certainly work to our advantage,” Stark said as he began making his way out of the room. “FRIDAY, remind me to send the American Bandit out on more stealth missions.”

“A reminder has been set, sir,” The AI voice spoke. Tony left you standing in bewilderment, along with Natasha, who had something of a silly grin on her lips.

“You really had no idea you were scaring people?” She asked, picking up her belongings and shuffling closer to you.

You shook your head in disbelief. “No, not at all. I mean, I’m kind of new to the team, so I genuinely just thought everyone was on edge when I’m around because they didn’t want me to interact with them.”

“God, no! We all like you. You’re funny and courageous and sharp-witted, but you scare the shit out of us, sometimes,” Nat laughed, pushing you on the shoulder. “It’s actually a little funny now that I think about it; the Earth’s mightiest heroes never see one of our own coming.”

You chuckled along with her, thinking back to other times this might have happened. There was that time with Sam when you’d tapped him on the shoulder to ask if he’d seen Bucky. He’d been in the common room, blissfully unaware, and inhaled sharply once your skin came into contact with his.

Then, there was a different time with Peter. He was in the gym, practicing with his new web shooters on special targets that Tony had made for him. He’d hit the bullseye every time and once he was finished, you applauded and congratulated him. He turned around so quickly you thought he gave himself whiplash and squeaked a little.

Okay, maybe Nat was right.

“Why did you wait until now to call me out on it if you thought I was doing it on purpose?” You questioned her, following her out of the briefing room.

“We all thought you were just trying to be funny… like playing a prank on us.”

“Definitely not,” You replied, letting a breathy laugh come through your nose. “I’m sorry about all of that, then. I’ll try to be more conscious about it in the future.”

And you really did try! You’d walk a little louder than normal and make a bit of noise—like sniffling or clearing your throat when coming down the hall so they’d hear you coming. It worked for a couple of days, but then you’d forgotten to think about it.

It was never something you’d been aware of. It just happened naturally, so when going about your day, it wasn’t on the forefront of your mind.

That proved to be a mistake when you came across Bucky alone in the kitchen where he was making coffee. You had slept well the night before. So well, in fact, that when you woke up, you felt as if you’d been hit by a bus. It was one of those deep sleeps that made you feel a bit disoriented once you woke. Coffee was the only thing that would energize you.

You padded to the kitchen, noticing Bucky pouring his own cup when you arrived.

“Enough for one more?” You asked politely. Bucky instantly jumped, spilling coffee all over the counter and onto the floor.

“Shit!” He hissed, shaking his metal hand out to rid it of the scalding hot coffee. You gasped and rushed over, grabbing a few paper towels and assisting him in cleaning the mess.

“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly. “Really, really sorry.”

“Agh, it’s fine,” The soldier grumbled, pushing his coffee cup away and taking more paper towels to soak up the liquid. “We gotta get you a bell or something.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose, I swear,” You said, wiping up the last bit of coffee and tossing the paper towels in the trash. “I’m trying to be more self-aware. Obviously, I forgot today.”

“How do you do it?” Bucky asked, resuming his routine. He reached into the cupboard above him, pulling out a mug for you, too. He filled it three quarters of the way so you’d have enough room to put some cream in it. “I mean, how are you always so silent? I didn’t even hear you coming and I have enhanced hearing. I should hear you coming.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “I didn’t even realize it was a thing I did until a couple of days ago when Nat told me.”

“Yeah, you’ve been scaring us all shitless for weeks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great advantage in the field, but it’s a little embarrassing for a super soldier such as myself to scream every time you walk into a room unannounced.”

You snickered, taking a sip of coffee. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

For days after that, you made sure to announce your presence any time you walked into a room. You’d wear shoes around the tower rather than socks. You’d bump into things on purpose just to make sure everyone heard you.

Sure, it was a little unnecessary, but if it stopped your teammates from jumping and screaming at the sight of you, then you’d do it.

Once the weekend had mostly come and gone, you found yourself aching for some normalcy. Being so aware to look out for everyone else had become tiring. You could never not be on your guard because of the fact that dozens of people lived in the tower and any one of them could be just around the corner.

So, when you were asked to join the Avenger’s in a group setting, you let out a very large and very visible sigh of release.

“Game night, Ghost Rider. You coming?” Tony asked as he came across you in the kitchen flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but smiled and leapt off the bar stool to join him at his side.

“That one doesn’t even make sense,” You quipped. The two of you walked down the hall towards the game room Stark had specifically designed for nights like this. A room filled to the brim with television screens, board games, video game consoles, anything you could think of—it was in there.

“Sure it does. You’re quiet and you scare people… Ghost, and you can drive a motorcycle… Rider. They don’t call me a genius for nothing.”

“Just stick to American Bandit and call it a day, would you?” You jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow. “Besides, that one makes me sound cooler than I actually am.”

“Whatever you say, Michael Myers,” Stark jested back. You snickered and entered the room where most of the team had already resided. A chorus of welcomes were heard from the group as you shuffled to the mini fridge to grab a beer, then settled yourself on an open seat next to Wanda.

“First game night with the team,” She openly expressed. “Are you nervous?”

“Whyhy would I be nervous?” You giggled, raising an eyebrow at her.

“We can all get pretty competitive,” Wanda explained. She gestured to Sam and Bucky across from the two of you. “Those two almost killed each other over a game of Scrabble last month.”

“Hey!” Sam shouted, pointing at Wanda then over to Bucky. “He was cheating! He started making up some random ass words that no one knows.”

“They were Romanian words!” Bucky bellowed. “Read a damn book for once.”

“No one else here knows Romanian!”

“I do,” Thor voiced, raising his hand.

“Not the point!” Sam held a hand up in his direction, but kept his eyes firmly onto Bucky. “Wanda speaks Sokovian, Nat speaks Russian, Thor speaks almost every language known to man, and yet, the only cheater I see is you!”

“You’re just mad because you’re stupid and can only speak English!”

“Oh, that’s real mature!”

“Boys!” Natasha yelled over the bickering. “You’re scaring her.”

The room went silent as everyone turned their heads towards you, suddenly mindful of how wide your eyes had gotten during the verbal scuffle. You laughed nervously, shifting in your seat to hide the fact that they had, in fact, intimidated you a bit.

“Serves her right,” Sam said, raising his bottle of alcohol. “She scares us all the time.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed that this quirk of yours had been brought up. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you guys, but I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“I think it’s interesting,” Wanda announced, “I mean, yesterday, she took down 4 guys by herself because they didn’t hear her coming. That takes skill.”

“Skillful in the field, terrifying in the tower,” Bucky grumbled, taking a sip of beer. “Every time I turn a corner, she’s there.”

“Raise your hand if Tower of Terror has ever snuck up on you,” Tony addressed the room. To your surprise, every single person had put their hand in the air. “Raising an extra hand for the kid since he’s not here and I know you almost made him pee his pants a couple of times.”

You blushed as you glanced around the room. “Wow, uh…”

“You have the power to scare beings who are not even from Earth,” Nat mentioned, smirking as she nodded to Thor. “Take it as a compliment.”

“Who, pray tell, is scaring others?” A deep, lilted voice asked from the doorway. “And why is it not me?”

Heads turned to see who the voice belonged to, though everyone already knew. Loki’s eyebrows were raised as he awaited the answer to his question.

“Brother! Have you come to join us this evening?” Thor beamed as he moved to make room on the loveseat for him. Loki’s face scrunched up, as if he’d smelled something bad, and he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Absolutely not. I was on my way back to my room from the library since I couldn’t get any peace and quiet,” Loki glared at the two previously bickering men, “and I simply overheard the rest of the conversation. So, who seems to have taken the reigns of mischief around here?”

You instantly sank in your seat, knowing that you were seconds away from being scrutinized by the God of Mischief himself. You’d come across Loki a few times since you joined the team. Once when you sat next to him during your first mission briefing. Another time when you’d accidentally bumped into him when you were texting Nat—he teased you for it, but made sure you knew he was only jesting. And last night when you returned home from a mission and trotted into the kitchen where he was reading and drinking tea. He asked how the mission had gone and you told him it went well.

That was the extent of your relationship with Loki. Acquaintances at best.

Sam, Bucky, and Tony all pointed at you, causing your cheeks to turn crimson. “She’s scared every single person who lives in the tower,” Bucky accused you.

Loki marched into the room, rounding the couch to be able to see your face, and perched himself on the arm of the chair Nat was occupying. “On purpose?”

“No!” You answered a little too quickly. Inhaling sharply, you recovered. “Everyone says I’m too quiet. I sneak up on people by accident.”

“Like the other day when Tony and I were discussing a mission, she’d been standing in the doorway for at least 2 minutes and we had no idea,” Nat commented.

“Or when she came across Vis and I in the park. I nearly jumped out of my skin,” Wanda chimed in, turning to look at you. “Vision likes to say that you were unable to scare him, but I saw him flinch a little.”

You had to smile at that.

“She’s terrified even me, brother,” Thor bellowed. “I was simply enjoying Midgardian television when the young agent snuck up behind me and asked what I was watching. Quiet girl, that one.”

You averted your eyes to the floor, suddenly aware of how everyone else’s had landed on you to gauge your reaction to all of this. Loki’s gaze, in particular. His stare burned a hole through your head as he tried to figure out if you were a match for him. Either as an equal or a threat.

“She has yet to sneak up on me,” Loki muttered, his eyes still locked on you, though talking to the rest of the team as if you were not there. “It would be quite impossible to.”

“See, that’s what I said because of my enhanced hearing, but she surprises me time and time again,” Bucky stated. Loki huffed, albeit good-naturedly, and turned his attention to the super soldier.

“You truly think your serum-enhanced hearing can match that of a God?”

Before Bucky could retort, you butted in. “Guys, it doesn’t matter. I don’t intend on planning to scare anyone.”

“Why not?” Nat asked. “Attempting to scare the one person in the tower who is apparently immune to such would be very funny. Take it as a challenge.”

“I would advise against that,” Loki cautioned, looking to you. You shook your head frantically.

“I would also advise against that!”

“Smart girl,” He smirked.

“Aw, come on! You know you wanna try it,” Sam egged you on. “I’ll pay you $50 if you do it successfully.”

“Sam!” You chastised, though with a grin tugging at your lips. “I’m not going to willingly scare anyone! Especially Loki.”

“Especially Loki? Why especially Loki?” Bucky asked with a grin. These idiots were baiting you. For what, you didn’t know exactly. Possibly to get you in trouble with the God himself. Or maybe to get you to slip up on your words.

“Yes,” Loki hummed. “I’d like to know the answer to that, as well.”

“Anyone have any popcorn? This is getting good,” Tony finished his drink, setting his glass down with a clink. You groaned, your face finding a home in the palm of your hands once more.

“I just mean… like…” You mumbled into your hands before realizing that the room probably couldn’t hear a word you were saying. Sighing in defeat, you lifted your head. “I mean, like, Loki is good at mischief. That’s his thing. Why would I try and challenge that? He’d probably come up with something even worse just to get revenge!”

“Right, you are, darling,” Loki smirked down at you. “It would be wise not to antagonize me.”

“I don’t plan on it,” You forced a tight-lipped smile, trying not to show just how flustered you really were. “Can we, uh, get back to the game now?”

“Yes, I suppose I’ll leave you all to it, then,” the dark-haired God stood and made his way out of the room. The clobbering of his boots could be heard as he disappeared down the hallway. Once the only sound to be heard were the breaths of your teammates, Sam spoke up.

“Seriously, $50.”

“No!”

The room boomed with laughter as the game began and surprisingly, no one brought it up again after that. Despite the fact that you had almost been sabotaged, you finally began to feel like a part of the team.

You were recruited recently; only 6 dollars to your name and the need to avenge. The Avengers hadn’t known about your sister’s death, nor had they known about the team sent to kill her. They only saw what they wanted to see—you taking down the men responsible one by one.

You had left the leader for last, only to make sure that he knew you were coming for him, but the Avenger’s had caught you first. They were destined to throw you in jail and lock away the key, but there was a flicker of desperation in your eyes that Natasha had seen, and she let your story be heard.

So, when you pulled up to Viktor Borisov’s multimillion-dollar mansion, you were not alone. For the first time in a long time, you had backup.

You didn’t kill him that day. You knew it wouldn’t bring you a peace of mind. In actuality, you barely lifted a finger—letting Nat and Bucky have their way with him. It was after that when you had a long and grueling conversation with Steve, Nat right by your side explaining to him that having you on their team could be beneficial to you and to them.

Reluctantly, the Captain agreed and here you were almost two months later, proving yourself day after day. This banter—the jokes, the nicknames—you needed it. It made you feel like you belonged here rather than just being the agent that stalks around the tower scaring people because of how stealthy she is.

You had laughed more during the 2-hour long game of Pictionary than you had in months and you left the room that night feeling rejuvenated, almost. Like it was a new you walking around the tower.

And it didn’t go unnoticed, either. You had a bit more pep in your step in the days following, which in turn caused you to have heavier footfall. Bucky noticed it first.

“You seem happy today,” He commented, eyeing you from across the gym. You smiled and shrugged.

“Yeah, I am, I guess.”

“Your mood… it reflects your demeanor.”

“What do you mean?” You raised a brow before throwing a couple of punches to the bag in front of you. Bucky waltzed over to you, watching as you struck it with lethal precision.

“Every time you walked into a room, I heard you coming. You haven’t scared anyone recently. You think that’s a coincidence?” He asked. You barreled your fist into the bag once more before wiping the sweat off your forehead and turning to face him.

“You think the reason no one has screamed bloody murder when I’m around is due to the fact that I’m happy?”

Bucky grinned, patting you on the shoulder. “That’s how I see it.”

The super soldier swiftly made his way to the other side of the gym, preparing himself for a sparring match with Steve. What he said made you stop and think. It did make sense. Before game night, you’d been a shell of a person; hollow and empty. You never outwardly showed that, of course, but it was still noticeable. Your steps were quieter and your breathing was near silent, so sure, it made sense as to why you kept accidentally scaring people.

But for the last couple of days, your mood had significantly lightened and now that you thought about it, not one person had flinched, gasped, or cursed under their breath when you came into a room or walked up behind them. They had heard or seen you coming. It was an interesting revelation to say the least.

But unfortunately, happiness didn’t last forever. A few days after that, you’d gotten a call from your mother asking you to come home for the weekend to help sort through your sister’s belongings. You’d been avoiding even the mere thought of it since she passed, not wanting to sift through her childhood. You wanted to keep her memory the way you’d always seen her—young and free.

You’d flat out refused and that obviously made your mother upset. Her choice of words being “I can’t believe you would choose people you barely even know over your own sister.”

Now, that struck a nerve. You screamed, she screamed, you cried, and she told you not to come back home until you’d come to your senses. Immediately hanging up, you let your frustration tears fall. Then, without a second thought, you made your way through the tower to find Steve.

He noticed your tear-stained cheeks, but didn’t ask if you were alright. Instead, he let you speak. You didn’t say much; you only asked if he could exclude you from the mission the entire team was due to embark on that night. He pardoned you from it, saying that the team would be fine without you.

Thanking him kindly, you left his office and wandered back to the comfort of your room, spending the rest of the night mourning your sister and the relationship with the rest of your family.

It took time for you to come to terms with the whole ordeal and by time you meant the entire night. You had only slept for a few hours—a nightmare pulling you from your slumber. Groggily, you got out of bed, running your fingers through your hair and straightening your clothes. You had no real desire to change considering you’d slept in a t-shirt and shorts—something you wore around the tower on any given day.

You padded down the hall and around the corner to make your way to the kitchen, in search of some tea to soothe your mind. A few feet away from the entryway, you heard rustling. Odd, considering you thought everyone had left for the mission last night, leaving you alone in the tower.

A step or two more and you peeked your head around the corner, sighing in relief as you caught sight of Loki making a cup of tea for himself. You silently thanked all the Gods that you wouldn’t have to pull out any combat moves on an intruder at 8 o’clock in the morning and continued on your journey.

“You mind if—”

You never got to finish your sentence due to the shrill scream that left Loki’s lips. You flinched in response, eyes widening as the Asgardian whipped around, spilling his tea in the process. If you hadn’t been so shocked, you might have laughed, but the surprise on Loki’s face matched yours as the two of you took in what had just happened.

“I—Loki, I—”

“You little wretch,” He growled, scowling at you menacingly. You gulped and backed away from him.

“I’m sorry, really, sorry. I-It was an accident.”

“You expect me to believe that after the conversation we had last week?” He asked you, stalking closer to you. If you hadn’t known he would never intentionally harm you, you might have cowered in real fear, but you knew his anger was laced with pure mischief. “You really think bailing on the mission just to execute this little prank was smart?”

Your eyes widened farther and you spluttered in response. “What? Loki, no, I’m serious. It was an accident. I thought you were gone on the mission until a minute ago!”

“Lying in the face of a God,” Loki trailed off. “How very bold of you.”

He made another stride towards you, and you tried to match it and take one backwards, but your back collided with the wall. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m lying,” You frantically declared. Loki met you toe to toe, leaning closer to your face to do as you said. His gaze was unrelenting for seconds on end, but you captured the exact moment his facial features morphed from misplaced irritation to genuine concern.

He observed your bloodshot eyes and the puffiness surrounding them. He saw how red your nose was. It was at that moment, that Loki realized that you were telling the truth. “Are you alright?”

He backed away from you, but his eyes never left yours. You let a breathy laugh slip through your nose and you bit your lip.

“That’s a loaded question,” You answered, swerving around him to tend to the mess he’d made because of you. Loki put a hand in front of you, shaking his head firmly to tell you not to. He’d clean it up. He grabbed his mug and placed it in the sink before flourishing his hand—the spill disappearing before your eyes.

“Would you like some tea, darling?” Loki asked gently. Clearing your throat, you nodded.

“If you don’t mind.” You settled yourself on a barstool, focusing on Loki’s hands as he made you a cup of herbal tea. “I’m really sorry for scaring you. I don’t know why it keeps happening.”

Loki chuckled, his attention still on the mug in front of him. “It’s quite alright. I was only startled because I thought you’d left last night. I don’t think you would have scared me, otherwise.”

He placed the tea bag into the cup, then handed it to you along with a spoon.

“Thanks,” you said sheepishly.

“Of course,” Loki responded. He took his place next to you, glancing at your face every so often to try and gauge if he should ask the same question twice. He settled on a middle ground. “I’d be open to listening if you wanted to talk, you know.”

Stirring your tea, you peered up at him with the slightest grin at his uncharacteristic shyness, and shrugged. “It’s a lot to unpack.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Hm,” You hummed.  You licked your lips, then looked at Loki. He was sincere. Sincere enough to get you to agree. “I had a sister. She was captured and murdered about 6 months ago. She’s basically the reason I’m on this team.”

“I did hear about that. I’m sorry for your loss,” Loki voiced, placing a comforting hand on top of yours. It was warm. You never thought his hand would be warm. The touch brought another grin to your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Anyway, to make a long story short, my mom wanted me to come home for the weekend and help clean out her childhood bedroom, but I said no. She made a big deal about it and told me not to come home until I saw the ‘error of my ways’ or whatever. She thinks I’m choosing being an Avenger over my own sister.”

Taking another sip of tea, you let the silence of the moment wash over you. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You loved your sister and I’m sure she would understand why you chose this course of action,” Loki stated. “There’s no right or wrong. You just do what’s best for you.”

You let his advice sink in, shutting your eyes and thinking about your sister. Loki’s right. She would understand. She knew how obsessed you were with the job and that nothing would get in the way of doing it.

“Yeah…” You muttered, finishing off your beverage. “Thank you, Loki.”

“You’re welcome,” He took the mug and made way to the kitchen sink, washing it thoroughly before depositing it in the dishwasher. You giggled quietly as he did, causing him to turn around with his eyebrows furrowed. “Something you’d like to say?”

“Uh, noho, I’ve just… never seen you like this. You’re normally so… hardened,” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from fully laughing. “It’s sweet.”

“I’d watch where you’re trying to take this conversation, agent. I still haven’t forgiven you for frightening me earlier.”

“Where do you think I’m trying to take the conversation?” You swiveled in the stool to fully face him as he leaned back on the counter.

“You’re trying to imply that I’ve gone soft,” He said. “I can assure you that is not the case.”

“I’d never say such a thing!” You impishly gasped, your hand pressing against your chest. “And besides, I already told you it was an accident!”

“Ah, but you still made a fool of me and I hate to say this, but that cannot be tolerated,” Loki pushed himself away from the kitchen counter and began trekking towards you. Instantly, you slid off the seat, using it as a barrier between the two of you.

“Well, how is that my fault? You said scaring you was nearly impossible. Are you a liar, Loki?”

“Watch your tongue,” Loki seethed through gritted teeth, though you could see the beginnings of a smile on his face. Admittedly, you were egging him on, just to see what he’d do. You knew he’d never harm you, so curiosity killed the cat.

“Not only are you a liar, but you also scream like a girl!” You laughed. “I can’t wait to tell everyone when they get back.”

“Allow me to persuade you not to tell anyone about our little interaction from this morning,” He chuckled maniacally. Your life flashed before your eyes as Loki vanished into thin air and you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You squeaked as the real Loki spun you around and bent down to throw you over his shoulder.

“EEP! Loki! Put me down!” You shouted, tapping on his back in quick succession. He didn’t respond—he merely sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hall. You squirmed in his grasp, attempting to wiggle off of him. “Where are you taking meEHEE?!”

Loki had squeezed your waist to keep you from falling off his shoulder, and you squealed at his ticklish touch. Shit.

You felt more than heard the God’s deep, rumbling laugh as he spun on his heels and began walking the way he came. “Oh, agent. This seems to have become very unfortunate for you and very fun for me.”

“You say that as if this wasn’t already amusing to you! Put me down!”

“I was going to throw you into the pool, but now I think a bit of tickling might get the message across,” Loki punctuated the word with another harsh squeeze.

“EEHEE! NO! I’ll take the pool! I’ll take the poohool!” You yelled, jolting when he dug his fingers into your side. Before you knew it, you were thrown down onto the couch in the common room, landing with an oomph and being pinned underneath a very hefty and muscly God. “Plehease don’t!”

“I can’t give you any slack, darling. You’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

“I-hi never said that! You dihid! All I said was that you scream like a GIHIHIRL, LOKIHI NO!” You were interrupted by Loki’s nimble fingers prodding into your ribs. Your hand quickly darted out to grab at his wrists, but you were already weakened enough to have trouble pushing his hands away.

“Dear me, you are quite ticklish,” Loki noted with a mischievous lilt to his voice. He switched to pinching at your sides, noting how your laughter audibly pitched up an octave. “Ooh, such an easily accessible spot, too. Tell me, darling, is this enough convincing for you?”

Through your bubbly giggles, you shouted, “Nohoho! I-hi need toho hold this over yohour hehehead!”

Loki glared at you non-threateningly, moving to find a more ticklish spot to weaken your resolve further. He settled his thumbs into the divots of your hips, toggling his thumbs into circles and scratching at the skin with his blunt nails. “It’s as if you’re just asking me to find your weak spot.”

“I-HI… NO!”

“I will find it eventually, agent, make no mistake and once I do, I’ll have no choice but to exploit it until you surrender and promise to never speak of this morning again.”

Loki spidered his fingers back up to your sides, smiling when you tried arching away from him, then continued his path upwards towards your ribcage again.

“Lohokihi!”

“Yes, darling?” He answered, never relenting. He clawed into the middle of your ribs and in an instant, your elbows clamped down onto his hands.

“Don’t, dohon’t!”

“You are giving me a map straight to your most sensitive spots, little spy. Is there something you don’t want me to find up here?”

You growled in response, but it turned into howling laughter once Loki shifted his hands one rib higher. He was able to move his hands higher and higher despite the fact that you were using all your strength and energy to attempt to block him from reaching the one spot you didn’t want him to. The only thing to get him to stray off course would be to appease him.

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I-hi won’t tehell anyone! N-Nohot there, plehehease!”

Loki stilled his fingers straight away, peering at you in disbelief. You took this moment to catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling evenly to fill your lungs. “You’re bluffing.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m lying,” You replied with the same sentence as before. Loki did as told, searching your eyes for a hint of a lie. All he could see was joy. The sadness that held you hostage just a few short minutes ago had ebbed away and here you were, a smile on your face and your tension washed away.

Loki knew within seconds that you were telling the truth, but he didn’t miss how this tiny bit of playfulness had lightened your mood.

“Alright, I believe you,” He spoke. Loki kept his hands pressed against your torso, detecting the exact moment when your expression went from relief to disappointment. Well, who was he to deny you a distraction? “But you’ve got me curious now, darling. I’ve simply got to see what the fuss is all about up here.”

“WAHAIT! NO!” You yelled. Loki snatched a hand out from under your bicep to grapple with yours, swiftly catching one and pinning it to the couch cushion above your head. He left your other arm free, so you began batting at his shoulder.

“You must be devastatingly ticklish here if you keep fighting this hard,” Loki commented. “Is this your worst spot?”

Drunk on your anticipatory laughter, you said, “Whyhy don’t you fihind out for yourself!”

That obviously turned out to be a mistake because in a second flat, Loki’s fingers where wiggling gently into the hollow of your underarm—barely covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. Even just the lightest touch seemed to send you into hysterics.

“AAHAHA! WAHA-WAIT, NOHO! DAHAMN IT!” You screamed in ticklish agony, legs kicking out from underneath him to try and find some traction to escape.

“Seems to me like it is. How lovely, this is!” Loki exclaimed. He was switching techniques every few seconds; digging, ghosting, poking. He never let you get used to a sensation, keeping you on edge for the duration of your attack. When you started hiccupping through your roaring laughter, he stopped to let you breathe again. “Very entertaining.”

“Yohou… I hahate you,” You said through an exasperated breath. “What’s to stop me from telling everyone now?”

“Asking for more, are we?” He scratched at your belly briefly, listening to your high-pitched giggles and watching your cheeks turn pink.

“Noho! No! Okay!” You pushed him away, prompting him to vacate his place on your legs to let you sit up. “Ugh, you are the worst.”

“Comes with the title, I suppose,” Loki snickered. “Keep this morning’s interaction between us and I won’t tell anyone that you’re ticklish.”

You rolled your eyes as he smirked at you, but you weren’t able to keep the light-hearted grin off your face. “Fine.”

You shook his hand to seal the deal, but that didn’t stop the fleeting thought of telling Sam that you successfully scared the God of Mischief. You could really use that $50.

No, you scolded yourself. You’d keep this secret.

Because you got to see a side of him that no one ever gets to see and it would be too precious to ruin.

I LOVE THIS FIC SM- I'VE RE-READ IT SO MANY TIMES IT'S SO CUTE-

Timid Hearts and Fresh Starts

Loki x Shy!Alien!Reader

SFW; angst to fluff, platonic, budding friendship

Words: 5976

Summary: The God of Mischief is not at all happy about becoming a resident of the Avengers Tower, even less so about the awkward interactions that come alone with living amongst the group of people he once tried to kill. When he drives away the one member of the team aside from his brother who isn't troubled at all by his presence or by his past, he sets to make things right, and in the process, hopefully to make his first proper friend since moving into the tower.

Warnings: Disgruntled Loki, feelings of guilt from both parties, self doubt + negative self talk, fluffy tickles

DISCLAIMER: This fic was originally written in January and I fine-tuned it a bit but I'm unsure about it. I hope the themes I'm trying to convey come across correctly. I imagine that if Loki were to ever live in the Avengers Tower with the others, there'd be a lot of self isolating and hesitancy to trust someone who wants to show him kindness and isn't fearful of being around him. Reader's guilt sort of reflects my own guilt process (a.k.a. hell LMAO) Overall, I just hope this tells the story of two struggling individuals who find common ground and start to open up to each other.

Also, reader's blushing is described as a luminescent pink and purple, because they're not human in this story. I do not, and will not, use color to describe blushing in other fics. Ages might not be accurate in this, and please forgive me if some characters seem ooc T-T Writing for multiple characters is a task. All the characters are still alive in this fic because I need some happiness rn 😭 Think of this as a self indulgent What If? (I'll probably rewrite this one day)

To say Loki was pissed was an understatement. Sure, he knew this was a chance at redemption for him, to start anew and do right by his family, but he could feel the mistrusting eyes follow him when he walked into the room. Of course, Thor always greeted him with a smile and an overly eager pat on the back, but it was hard to focus on the positive attention when the rest was negative. He knew it would take time to earn their trust, but the looks and aversion to interacting with him didn't help him to feel like he wasn't a monster. There was, however, one person on the team that never gave Loki any indication that they didn't trust him.

Y/N was a newer recruit, from a different planet by the name of Thauria, though they still had been on the team longer than Loki had. He didn't know much about them, aside from the fact that they were very quiet, and very shy. They were easily embarrassed, and would often resort to hiding their face in their hands if something flustered them. Loki had barely heard them say a word. The Thaurian knew about Loki's past. They knew about his attack on New York, but they were also the only other person aside from Thor who understood to the fullest extent that he'd been mind controlled during the attack.

Although Y/N knew people would have expected them to be afraid of Loki, they weren't. Why would they be? When Thor first introduced Loki as the newest member of the team, Y/N gave a warm smile, and greeted him with their home planet's non-contact way to say hello. He watched curiously and confusedly before being surprised by their small voice. It shouldn't have been as shocking as it was.

"W-Welcome to the team, Prince Loki of Asgard. It's nice to meet you." They were so formal, so polite. The God would be lying if he said his heart hadn't fluttered.

"Thank you... I suppose..."

He hadn't intended to sound cold, but if Y/N had been hurt by his words, they didn't show any signs of it.

"I hope you're able to get comfortable quickly, Prince Loki. Make yourself at home." Y/N left after that, but not before saying farewell to Thor, who couldn't help but pat their head affectionately, which made them giggle, their cheeks, ears, and nose glowing a luminescent pink and purple, a reaction that Loki found to be very cute, though he wouldn't dare say so.

Tony stared from the couch in complete disbelief, jaw dropped from what he'd witnessed. Everyone else was shocked that Y/N was so unafraid of Loki. Of course, Thor hadn't been shocked at all. He knew Y/N was a friendly, bubbly soul, and most of all, they were a very empathetic being. Even though they were without a doubt the most introverted person on the team, whenever Loki walked into the room, they would give the tiniest simper, and wave briefly in Thaurian, before resuming what they were doing. Before long, the timid smiles and waves were accompanied by other acts of kindness.

They noticed that he'd begrudgingly take whatever old mug was clean to use for his tea or coffee, and one day while out in the city with Wanda and Vision, bought an emerald green ceramic mug, and tied a little label on the handle with twine that read "For Prince Loki." Suffice to say, Loki was taken aback at the sight of the mug sitting cozily on the counter one morning. There was no indication as to who it was from, but his suspicions were confirmed when he saw Wanda gently nudging Y/N's shoulder with a bright smile out of the corner of his eye as he sipped his drink from the mug.

The next act was in the form of a book, which Y/N had actually worked up the courage to give him. It was a book of Thaurian poems, which they'd decided to give to Loki after Thor mentioned how much Loki loved poetry. They initially asked the God if he could be the one to give it to Loki, but Thor felt it would be more meaningful coming from them.

"I... I thought this book might interest you and wanted you to have a copy... It's a collection of poems from Thauria. I hope you find them to be a good read," Y/N had said quietly. "Take care, Prince Loki."

Loki spent days just staring at the book, frozen by confusion, and frustration. Why the Hel was Y/N being so kind to him? No one else in the tower aside from Thor trusted him at that point, so why did they? Why did this near stranger smile at him with such respect and adoration in their eyes? It angered him. He had been wary enough about joining the team already, given how they felt about him, and continued to feel despite knowing what Thanos had done to him.

The Asgardian Prince felt that no matter what steps he took, he could never redeem himself. It was irritating him that Y/N wouldn't just stay distant and mistrusting like the others. They never overstepped his boundaries, and gave him space, but they never went out of their way to avoid him or ignore him. He didn't understand. He didn't feel he deserved to be treated so respectfully, not after everything he'd done. There was a growing, slow boiling rage growing in his heart over it. One day, he couldn't take it anymore.

It had just been him and Y/N in the common room. He'd walked in to see them sitting there, and had tried to make his way back out, but Y/N noticed, and assured him he could stay to read if he wanted to. Loki awkwardly accepted the invitation, and sat down on the couch. As Y/N sat cozy in their chair several feet away, silently reading with a small smile on their lips, completely at peace, Loki grew annoyed and finally asked the burning question he'd been dying to ask since the first day the two had met.

"Why do you do this?"

They looked up at him with a bewildered expression, eyes widened a little more than usual, brows knitted ever so slightly. "What do you mean, Prince Loki?"

"What is it with you and being so friendly to me? Why are you so relaxed despite my presence? Why not flee the room when I enter or avoid me entirely?"

Those questions confused Y/N even further. They tried to answer, but Loki had already continued. "Are you that naive?"

"W-What...? Naive about what, Prince Loki? About you?" Y/N inquired, feeling themself grow uneasy from the question he'd asked. "Of course not... I've been well informed about what happened a few years ago."

"Yet you're not wise enough to stay away?"

"Have I made you uncomfortable...?" Y/N asked, their expression changing from confusion to worry and guilt. Loki's hostility was worrying them. "I apologize sincerely. My only intention was to make you feel more welcome-"

"Stop. Just stop that already," Loki's voice had grown louder and the Thaurian winced. "I don't need your pity. You have no bloody idea who you're talking to."

"P-Prince Loki... I don't pity you, I respect you..." Y/N could feel their sinuses burning from the urge to cry. Although they tried with every bone in their body to hide their reaction, they knew they weren't succeeding.

"It would do you some much needed good to stay the Hel away from me like everyone else on this Godforsaken team," Loki hissed. "Admit it already, Y/N. I see that look on your face. Admit it! I'll always be the monster people tell me I am!"

"I-I don't believe that... Prince Loki." The Thaurian's words were firm despite the tremble in their already small voice. "I know how daunting the journey of self forgiveness feels. I know it's hard to be optimistic about redeeming yourself, but-"

"Just stop." Y/N jumped. Though Loki hadn't been very loud, it was still startling. Another louder noise had their arms retracting toward their body, staring down with wide and glassy eyes at where their book had landed on the hardwood with a loud thump. Loki wasn't done, his ire still fueling his words.

"Stop trying to understand me, Y/N." He spat, pointing at them with indignation before he drew back and placed his hand on his forehead, his voice softening. "Please... You don't know a bloody thing about me. I assure you, it's better this way..."

The tears were screaming to fall, but the Thaurian refused to do so. Not yet. The guilt Y/N felt was overwhelming, and with one deep breath, they uttered one final response.

"You're right, Prince Loki. I promise, I'll leave you be...

Y/N bit their cheek, quietly leaving the room, book still lying open on the floor where it had fallen. As soon as they were in the hallway, they allowed their wings to materialize, before shrinking down. They flew into the library as fast as they could, making their way to a little space at the back.

Given that they often had a habit of shrinking down in size when they were distressed, scared, or needed time alone, Wanda, with Tony's blessing, used her magic to create miniature spaces around the compound that Y/N could use whenever they wished. Y/N then used their own Thaurian magic to decorate each one.

The one in the library was without a doubt their favorite, and they quickly opened the little nook, closing the door, drawing the outer window curtains shut, and curling up on the tiny bed inside, crying into the quilt, too wrapped up in their melancholy to think about much else. In the midst of their weeping, their body grew far too tired to remain awake, and minutes later, they'd fallen asleep, restless as their guilt plagued their dreams.

Y/N wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but they knew from the nook's window that the sun was setting. They didn't want to leave, and considered just asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to have someone bring dinner when it was ready. Tony had made sure the AI had been installed in the nooks and seeing Y/N use the feature was hilariously endearing. They remember his reaction to seeing them use the feature for the first time.

"Oh my God. Yup. If I get any cavities, I'm blaming you. This is genuinely sweet and it's pissing me off."

The genius' reaction had Y/N giggling.

"Y/N!" Thor's booming voice echoing in the library made Y/N jump with a cry. Their still-fragile state had left them very easily startled. "Are you in here, little fairy? Please come out."

Y/N stayed quiet, even as the God grew closer to the nook. He knelt down to be at eye level with the doors, delicately and gently using the little knocker before softly calling his teammate's name again. Hesitantly, Y/N opened the door and peeked out.

"Oh thank the Nine Realms! Hello there, little Y/N. It's just me," Thor assured them. "May we talk?"

"Okay..." Y/N relented, moving out of the door and sitting down on the little balcony. The Asgardian was grateful for the power of The Allspeak, since in their tiny form, Y/N could only speak in their native tongue.

"Little fairy, did something happen with Loki earlier?" Thor asked quietly.

"I made him upset..." Y/N answered, lip already quivering as they tried not to cry anymore than they already had. "It's my fault, Prince Thor... Please forgive me..."

"Your fault? What makes you say that?"

Y/N couldn't stop their tears any longer, and they began to cry again. "I was bothering him. I'm certain I made him uncomfortable. I really am naive and foolish... I'm so sorry, Prince Thor... I made Prince Loki hate me..."

"Little fairy, that couldn't be further from the truth!" Thor smiled sadly and held out his finger, which Y/N slowly placed their hand on, a gesture that never failed to melt Thor's heart. "He's been worried sick about you. He'd been searching for you five hours already when I arrived back at the compound from my mission."

"F-Five hours...? I m-made him worry..." The Thaurian was overwhelmed with a new wave of tears, and they began to apologize repeatedly, burying their face in their hands and wailing. "I'm so horrible! First I upset him and then I stress him out! I'm such a terrible person!"

"No! No you most certainly are not," Thor argued softly. "You're a very beloved soul with such a gentle heart."

"I'm not, Prince Thor... I'm oversensitive and weak..." Y/N was spiraling into self doubt and judgement. It happened quite a bit when things went awry. Their mind was also their biggest enemy and the overthinking was a huge hurdle to have to overcome as a member of the team.

"What makes you think you're either of those things?"

"It's the truth, Prince Thor... Prince Loki has every right to be mad at me. I'm going to give him space for the time being..."

"I can't stand this any longer, brother. I'm coming over."

"Loki, wait!"

Y/N jumped at the sound of Loki's voice and began to panic. They tried to rush back into their nook, but Thor placed his hand in front of it. "Prince Thor, please move!"

"You don't have to hide, little Y/N! Please don't hide."

"H-He's gonna be s-so angry with me! Please! I-I can't face him right now!" Y/N insisted tearfully, freezing their attempts to move Thor's hand when they realized Loki was standing a few feet away.

Thor unblocked the door to the nook, but Y/N remained frozen still, like a deer in the headlights. Loki slowly stepped closer, and that's when Y/N had quickly retreated into the corner of the balcony, breath hitching at the impact of their back on the railing. With an audible whimper, they tucked their legs into their chest. The tall Asgardian was a bit taken aback by just how little they were, and noticed their skin had become much more pink than before, which he guessed was the true hue of it.

He felt a pain in his chest at the sight of Y/N being so scared. When he spoke, his voice was hushed, and gentle. Although Y/N could still understand English in their shrunken form, Loki opted for using The Allspeak to speak in Thaurian, hoping it would make Y/N feel a little less fearful.

"Hello, little one," he greeted, kneeling down so he could be at eye level with the tiny Avenger. "May we talk for a moment?"

Y/N's eyes widened at hearing Loki speak in their native tongue, and the term of endearment. They looked up at Thor, who gave them a reassuring smile and patted Loki on the back. "I'll leave you two to converse."

Thor left the space and made his way to the front of the library, looking back once before leaving. When Loki looked back over at Y/N, they grew tense and averted their eyes, still crying.

"I never took the time to thank you for the gifts. Thank you, for the mug and the book of poems."

"Y-You're welcome, Prince Loki..."

The few seconds of absolute silence that followed made the two rather uncomfortable.

"Y/N, I wanted to apologize for what I said to you earlier..."

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Prince Loki..."

"You have nothing to apologize for, darling," Loki insisted sadly, before taking a deep breath. "Would you allow me to explain myself? I have no intentions of trying to justify the way I acted. I only want to assure you that it wasn't your fault..."

Y/N silently nodded, still sitting in the corner as they patiently waited for Loki to speak again.

"When you welcomed me to the tower so warmly... I was... confused. I know you were not on Earth during my attack on New York, but I figured that after the team had explained what I had done, that you'd be just as mistrusting of me as they are," the God said quietly. "For a very long time, I have had no hopes of ever redeeming myself. I have been unable to forgive myself for anything that I've done... It hurts to say but it's the truth. You were right, Y/N."

"I never should have assumed. It was wrong of me to say..." The Thaurian countered. "I had no business saying what I said, Prince Loki. We may be teammates, but I don't know you, and I acted like I do..."

"But that's just it, little one. You weren't assuming," Loki looked down at his hands. "You were merely seeing what I hoped no one else could see as vividly as I. That is why I got upset."

There was a brief pause as Loki fought to keep himself composed. He shook his head with a hollow laugh, unable to stop his eyes from watering with pure sorrow.

"I couldn't believe that a soul as sweet as you, was so willing to welcome me with open arms and show me such kindness. I don't know what you see me as, Y/N, but I cannot see myself as anything other than a monster, and that has kept me from accepting your cordiality..."

Those words made Y/N incredibly sad, and seeing the tears in Loki's eyes hurt them immensely. "I've never seen you as a monster, Prince Loki. A hurting soul is far from a monster..."

Despite their anxious thoughts telling them not to, despite the fear that they might upset him further, they slowly moved to sit right on the edge of the balcony, and silently beckoned for Loki to move his hand up to them. He eyed them curiously while he obliged, but when he realized Y/N had placed their tiny hand on his finger to comfort him, the tears finally fell.

"Y/N, from the moment I met you, you've been eons kinder than I ever expected anyone on this team to be toward me... Truthfully, I was warming up to you, much faster than I anticipated, and I was afraid that letting myself get close to you would result in you being hurt." Another empty and pained laugh left Loki's lips as he wiped his eyes with his free hand. "Yet I only managed to hurt you and frighten you in the end anyway. I can't tell you just how contrite I am for pushing you away, and for making you doubt yourself."

Y/N watched another fall from his eye, and began to flutter their wings, slowly at first, before they blurred from the speed at which they moved and began to lift the Thaurian from the balcony. They flew upward, then carefully got closer to Loki, using their sleeve to wipe his cheek. It became drenched instantly, but with a glow of their magic, it dried once again. The sweet gesture only served to move Loki to more tears, and the Thaurian panicked.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Prince Loki!"

Much to their surprise, the Prince began to smile, and that smile became warm sounding laughter. "IhIt's alright. It's alright. These are happy tears this time."

He gently held up his hand, encouraging Y/N to land on it, and they did so, holding onto one of Loki's fingers for support before carefully sitting in the palm of his hand. The Thaurian timidly stared down at their lap when Loki carefully lifted them closer to his eye level.

"A-Are you... are you sure you're alright, Prince Loki?"

"I'm right as rain." Loki's smile was brighter, and his expression was soft, a look that Y/N was not used to seeing on the God's face. "However, please, call me Loki. I admire your etiquette and formality, but it is not necessary now. We're acquainted a bit more properly, aren't we?"

The slow timid nod from Y/N was followed by a tiny smile. "I suppose we are, Loki."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything I that I said to you earlier. You're not naive, and you're not foolish," Loki said quietly.

"I-I don't blame you for being upset, Loki... My actions were smothering and unwarranted-"

"No. No they were not. You respectfully kept your distance while showing me kindness." The God's voice was soft despite his sudden interruption. He looked into their eyes, and took a small breath. "Y/N, may we start over? Would you be willing to allow me the chance to earn your forgiveness?"

"We don't have to start over. You've made amends. You already have my forgiveness, Loki." Y/N felt fresh tears stream down their cheeks, that deep feeling of guilt still having a hold on their heart like a vice grip on someone's wrist. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"Whatever for?" Loki questioned.

"I m-made you worry... I'm sorry I hid, and I'm so sorry I caused so much distress when you couldn't find me," Y/N stated.

"Of course I forgive you, little one." The God very carefully brought his other hand up, delicately wiping what tears he could from their face.

"Thank you, Loki. I-I don't know why I cried so much," Y/N sniffed, embarrassment written all over their face. "I-I'm nearly one thousand and forty five years old. I should have a handle on myself by now."

"Everyone cries, Y/N. You're not oversensitive, nor are you weak. It doesn't matter how old you become. It's okay to cry." The Asgardian averted his eyes briefly before looking at them again. "Especially when someone's been unkind..."

Y/N nodded to acknowledge his words, more tears rolling down their cheeks when they blinked in an attempt to clear their vision.

"Care to know something?" Loki asked with a gentle smile, leaning closer when Y/N nodded. "I'm not much older than you. One thousand fifty-nine years, and here I am, just barely starting to get a handle on myself. I'm certain you've noticed my trial and error."

Y/N blinked, before an unexpected giggle bubbled in their throat. Loki's grin was instantaneous, and he chuckled softly, which only made Y/N giggle harder. He hadn't heard their laugh since the first day they met, and Norns, he wanted to hear it every day.

"Are you aware of just how saccharine your giggles are, little shortcake?"

And there it was. He saw the luminescent pink and purple rise to their nose, cheeks, and the tips of their ears. "Lohoki..."

"What a little darling you are~" he mused, words filled with playfulness and mischief, the side of himself he'd not shown Y/N before at all. "That glowing blush of yours is only serving to prove my point."

"S-Stop ihihit..." Despite being flustered by Loki's words, and their voice getting higher in pitch, their smile was growing. Loki gently placed a finger under their chin, with the intent of lifting them to look at him.

It initially startled him when they flinched and moved their head, but the giggle he heard right after caused him to smirk with realization. "Oh? Is someone ticklish~?"

The word in English flustered them enough already, but hearing it in Thaurian made them squeak. Despite their reaction, they shyly shook their head, pressing their lips together in a poor attempt to keep from laughing any longer.

"No~? Are you sure~?" Loki lightly brushed a finger on their neck, chuckling when their shoulders scrunched up, arms and hands folding closer to their body. "You're not ticklish~?"

Y/N began giggling harder, biting their lip and squeaking again when Loki teasingly wiggled his fingers closer. The sight had butterflies fluttering around in their stomach, a sheer feeling of giddiness washing over them. A loud squeal was followed by high pitched laughter when Loki gently tickled their sides, causing them to fall back on his hand.

"Lohohohokihihiiiiii!"

"You mean to tell me this isn't tickling you~?"

"Ihihihit ihihihihiiiis! Pfffhahahahaaa!" They lightly kicked their legs, partially hiding their face behind their hands. "Nahahahahahat thehehehehehere! EHEEEP! NAHAHAT THEHEHEEERRRRE!"

Loki continued gently brushing his finger across their belly, and noticed that their hands had fallen by the sides of their head, leaving their abdomen unshielded from the tickling. Since they were tiny in that form, they felt the sensations all over their torso, no matter where the tickles were targeted. They'd made no attempts to actually avoid his playful attack, and the God quickly connected the dots.

"Oh now that is absolutely precious~" he hummed. "Does someone like being tickled~?"

Y/N was too giddy to try and lie about it, and bashfully nodded, too embarrassed to look at the God and resorting to closing their eyes. Loki chuckled and poked at their sides again.

"Now now, no need to hide or feel embarrassed, little one. Where else are you ticklish, hm? Care to give me some hints?"

The Thaurian shook their head defiantly, grinning with glee and abdomen still shaking with hiccupy giggles. Loki teasingly hovered his finger above other spots, before using his finger and thumb to delicately attack their hips. The screech Y/N emitted had Loki laughing heartily. Their giggles were full of little gasps and squeaks.

Suddenly, their little body glowed and they were back to their normal size, wings de-materializing and pink hue fading from their skin. Loki had been quick to shift his hands, with one supporting their shoulders while the other was underneath their knees. They were still giggling, and Loki couldn't help laughing again over the sudden startling change.

"IhIhI'm sohoho sohohohorry!"

"IhIt's okahay! Ahare you alrihight?" He asked, his heart fluttering when Y/N nodded with a giggly simper and rested their head on his shoulder. "I'm ever so glad."

"IhIhI've gohot buhuhuhutteheherflies thouhouhough..." The Thaurian admitted through their laughter. "IhIn thehe fihiguratihihive sehehense..."

That particular phrase had absolutely bewildered Y/N when they first came to Earth. When Wanda once mentioned that she had butterflies in her stomach, Y/N was genuinely worried.

"H-How did they get in there!? Are they okay? Are you okay? Sh-Should we call Dr. Banner?"

Wanda almost cried from how sweet their concern was and assured Y/N that she was just fine. That's when the Thaurian learned it was just a figure of speech. Their added statement to clarify they meant figuratively had Loki internally fawning over them.

"Ah yes, the stomach butterflies," Loki affirmed, gently setting Y/N down on the floor beside him, still turned sideways with their legs over his as his arm stayed around them for support. He looked ahead with a smile, before turning and looking down at the precious alien sitting next to him. "You know what you should really watch out for, little shortcake?"

"W-What?" Y/N's voice had become a hushed whisper, eyes widening with curiosity and slight uneasiness. When Loki lifted his hand and slowly wiggled his fingers in the air with a smirk, their uneasiness was replaced by bubbly excitement.

"The tickling spiders~"

"H-Hehehehey! W-Wahahait! NaHAAAAA!" Y/N kicked their legs reflexively when Loki lightly attacked their knees, hiccuping and gasping in between squeaks of laughter. "LOHOHOKIHIHIII!"

"Uh oh~ Unlike stomach butterflies, these spiders can move anywhere they wish~" the God sang. "I wonder~"

He lightly tickled the spot where the back of their thigh met the skin behind their knee, and was a bit startled when they snorted, louder cackles leaving their lips before dissolving into the high pitched giggles once more. They hid their face in his Asgardian shirt, legs still kicking weakly as the laughter temporarily took their strength. Loki stopped before they grew tired, and grinned.

"Still with me, little one?"

"IhIhI've gohohot thehehehe gihiggles nohow," they hummed. Their laughter was so contagious that Loki began chuckling all over again.

After a few minutes, when the sounds of mirth had subsided, Loki stood with Y/N in his arms, and then gently set the Avenger down. "Shall we go get dinner?"

Y/N nodded, timidly fiddling with their sleeves, working up the courage to ask Loki a question.

"W-Will you eat with us? With me...? It's game night, so we'll eat together and then play some board games... Earth games are fun."

As much as Loki wasn't looking forward to seeing the other members of the team aside from his brother, Y/N's optimistic smile brought his mind a little bit of peace, and he accepted. Y/N let out an excited squee and bounced on their heels, before timidly asking if they could give the God a hug. Norns... Y/N was a darling. Loki felt bad about being so cold and distant for as long as he had been. He opened his arms, beckoning them to move in, and let out a huff of air in surprise at how suddenly they wrapped their arms around his waist. His chest rumbled with a laugh, and he happily returned the embrace.

"Loki... Thank you."

"Thank you, Y/N. I look forward to getting to know you better."

The team was shocked to see Y/N leading Loki to the dining room table with a smile on their face, but Thor was beaming with pride. Though it was a bit awkward at first, Loki found himself having fun, and enjoyed being mischievous during a game of CLUE with Wanda, Vision, Y/N, Sam, and Bucky.

"So why'd you get to be Miss Scarlet, Sam?" Bucky challenged.

"Because, I'm goddamn flawless," Sam answered with a snap. "Your turn, Colonel Grumpy."

"Mustard."

"I said what I said, grumpy."

Loki took the victory as Professor Plum, and Y/N cheered him on, clapping with the brightest smile. He was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't hide his joy. The others were stunned by how cheerful he seemed, but they weren't complaining. Not that most of, if any of them would admit it, but it was a pleasant change from his usual brooding and isolation. Y/N took the victory in a game of Candyland, which had been their all time favorite board game since they first played it with Peter and Steve.

"How fitting for the real life embodiment of Lollipop royalty to win a game of Candyland~" Loki mused.

The pink and purple glow crept up on Y/N's cheeks, ears, and nose in an instant.

"Y/N, I think that's the brightest I have ever seen you glow," Steve commented with a smile.

The Thaurian's attempt to cover their blush was thwarted when it grew brighter and illuminated through their fingers.

"Aww, Y/N!" Peter grinned at the precious sight. "That's so cool!"

"When the geek gets geeked," Sam joked, causing Bucky to break into laughter.

The longer the night went on, the more fun Loki had. Thor was overcome with happiness over it. His younger brother had even managed to share some lighthearted banter with Tony. As the games slowly came to an end, with most of the team having retired to bed, Y/N and Loki remained, along with Thor, who announced he was off to sleep.

"I'm so glad you two worked everything out," he declared. "Thank you for joining us tonight, brother."

"Y/N helped me come out my shell a little more today," Loki stated, smiling at the Thaurian with pure adoration. "Thank you."

Y/N giggled, their glowing pink and purple blush illuminating the dimly lit room. Thor patted Loki's shoulder, before gently patting Y/N's head, making them giggle even more.

"Goodnight, you two," he stated.

"Goodnight, brother."

"Goodnight, Thor."

It was just the two of them after that. There was a brief moment of silence, before Loki turned to look at them.

"Are you feeling tired?" He questioned, lips pressing together in understanding when

Y/N shook their head.

"I... I fell asleep in the nook after a few minutes... When I woke up, the sun was setting."

Loki knew they'd probably cried themself to sleep after they'd fled the room and his stomach churned with guilt. He offered his hand, and Y/N slowly placed theirs in his.

"I can't tell you enough how much I regret my harshness toward you," he muttered.

"Loki, I forgave you," Y/N reminded him with a sad smile. "We're okay."

Those words echoed in Loki's mind long after Y/N had said them.

"Would you like to stay out here a little while longer? Perhaps, I could read to you?"

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement, and they nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly, but their bubbly reaction was adorable. Loki realized that they looked as if they were about to ask something, but were hesitant. "What's on your mind?"

"May we sit by each other, like... like how we did in the library? Please, if it's alright with you?"

Loki wasn't used to the idea of people wanting to be so close to him. He'd come to terms with being seen as a monster, someone to stay far away from, but he realized that if someone as kind-hearted and loving as Y/N, chose to be around him, and wanted to spend time with him, that perhaps he wasn't the monster he saw when he looked in the mirror. Of course, it would take time for him to trust and believe that for himself. Until then, he'd trust Y/N's kindness. It helped him reflect on his reconciliation with Thor as well. Thor saw his potential, his true heart, and since they'd made amends, he had been the only one Loki trusted for a long time.

"Of course we may."

He used his magic to change into more comfortable clothing, as he figured they'd be out there for more than just a little while. When he caught Y/N's look of awe out of the corner of his eye, he playfully raised an eyebrow. Y/N giggled before their own glow of magic ran down their body, their clothes transforming to pajamas. Loki chuckled, before motioning for Y/N to move closer. They moved their legs over his and leaned on him, casting their magic to summon a quilt for them to share, while Loki retrieved his book of choice with a glow of green.

"What book did you choose, Loki?"

"A Galaxy of Sonnets," Loki read in Thaurian. Y/N was beaming as they realized it was the book of Thaurian poems they'd gifted him a couple weeks before. "Thank you for this book, Y/N. I apologize that I hadn't yet read it."

"It's okay, Loki. I hope you enjoy it."

"I most definitely will, darling. Now then, shall we begin?"

The following morning, the team was utterly flabbergasted to see Loki lying on the couch, poetry book still in hand, with Y/N curled up to his side, legs still over his and both of them beneath the same quilt. The two were sleeping soundly, completely at peace in each others' presence. It would still be months, if not years, before Loki truly felt at home in the Avengers Tower. Until that day came, he'd do his very best to find joy and comfort amongst his older brother and new best friend. In time, Loki would find peace in his fresh start.

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The self indulgence is real. I'm so unsure of my old fics agsjsjdkdjd I shall go hide 👉🏾👈🏾 Loki is a favorite character of mine (and another dream ler- what can I say?). I plan to write more Loki fics with pronouns aside from he/him in the future as well. I hope you enjoyed this (if my self doubt were harvestable it could be a new energy source 💀)

Just Imagine 12

You are currently lying on your best friend's laps, while Namjoon is squeezing your tummy faster than the speed of light and Yoongi was digging in your armpits with no mercy.

That's what you get for hiding their phones.

As soon as Namjoon found them, he just grabbed you and pinned you down, calling for Yooni to help him get revenge. And that's how you got here.

You are laughing hysterically, shaking your head side to side as Yoongi is scribbling all over your underarms.

On the other hand, Namjoon is shaking his fingertips in the middle of your tummy, knowing from experience this would drive you crazy.

"Tickletickletickletickle Y/N, that's what you get!" Namjoon whispered in your belly, blowing e major raspberry and sending you in a new round of hysterics.

"Coochie coochie coo Y/N/N!" your face heats up as soon as Yoongi throws the words to you, while you are screaming and laughing like a maniac.

However, you lose it when Yoongi start nibbling you neck and Namjoon your sides and belly, both blowing loud raspberries all over.

They finally decide to let you go when your laughter turns silent and you are yelling a final 'sorry', curling up when they let you go.

The two boys high-fived each other, smirking widely down at you and handing you a glass of water.

One day you are gonna get revenge on them for that and oh, it will be so bad...

this ff is requested by an anon, I hope you liked it, love! 🥰

Masterlist

Just Imagine 13

You are casually laying on your bed, watching your favorite show.

You had had an awful day and everyone can see that...

You are ready to roll on your back when you suddenly feel a weight on your waist and someone pinning your legs down

And before you can even react, Hoseok has already started squeezing your ribs mercilessly, while Jungkook has taken off your shocks and is scribbling with his nails all over your poor soles and toes

You are immediately thrown into hysterics, thrashing around and trying to get them off of you, while two of your most sensitive spots are being attacked

"Oh look! You are laughing already!" Hoseok cheered, squeezing up and down your ribs and sides faster in happiness

Hoseok's fingers can reach some of your most sensitive nerves on your body, making you go crazy while Jungkook is more focused on your toes

"Well, someone seems to enjoy it" Jungkook, pulls your toes back and nibbles on their base, sending you in a new round of hysterical laughter

Your laughter is reaching the highest octaves as the boys are tickling you with no mercy at all, especially when Hoseok starts blowing raspberries all over your sides and Jungkook scribbles the back of your knees and thighs, both of them not ceasing their attacks on your feet and ribs

And lemme tell you they are not wheeling on letting you go anytime soon...

this ff is requested by an anon, I hope you liked it, love! 🥰

Masterlist

Just Imagine 14

You are running for your life as your two best friends are running behind you. And you know better than staying where you are when they are chasing you

I guess you shouldn't have eaten all their food when they were practicing

However, as luck is never on your side, you are turning the corner when you bump into someone

Jin

Before you can even react, Jungkook and Jin have already pinned you down, tickling all over your ribs, sides, and armpits

Jin is sitting on your arms above your head, scribbling all over your armpits and digging in your hollows with his nails, without hurting you

Jungkook on the other hand is sitting on your waist, drilling his thumbs in your hips, touching every sensitive nerve of yours

You are letting out a shriek and you are falling in hysterics as two of your most sensitive spots are being wrecked, kick your legs out, and thrashing around maniacally, trying to escape, to no avail at all

"Oh seems that the thief is ticklish!" Jin exclaims, bending down and blowing two huge raspberries in your neck, still scribbling on your armpits

"Our food is in here! Lemme eat!" Jungkook bends down too and starts nibbling all over your tummy, and sides, reaching your lower ribs too, making your laughter go higher an octave

You are laughing and screaming like mad, as tears are rolling down your cheeks and your face is all red, with messy hair

The boys keep teasing and tickling you nonstop, not ceasing their attack while you are cackling and shrieking

Next time you won't eat their food for no reason...

this ff is requested by an anon, I hope you liked it, love! 🥰

Masterlist

Just Imagine 15

You and your best friends are all cuddled up under your blanket in you apartment, you in the middle

You are watching your favorite show and you are focused on your favorite character when a poke on your ribs makes you flinch

You look on your right but you see Jungkook watching peacefully the movie so you choose to ignore it 

But a squeeze from Tae on your other side, makes you squeal and squirm in your seat as your two friends are smirking widely

Oh huh... You knew what that meant pretty good...

In a flash of light Tae and Jungkook have pinned you down and they are attacking your sides and thighs with fast squeezes and scribbles, sending you immediately in fits of loud, hysterical laughter

Jungkook is squeezing the life out of your sides, getting some of your most sensitive nerves you never knew were sensitive, smirking from ear to ear

Taehyung on the other hand is scribbling on your thighs like a madman, smiling his famous boxy smile every girl is melting for

“Oh, looks like someone loves being tickled, don’t you think Y/N/N?” his boxy smile turns into a smirk as your laughter immediately raises an octave from his teasing

You are kicking your legs furiously, shaking your head side to side while your hair is getting messier and messier as the seconds are passing 

“Oh look Y/N! Two spiders! The spiders are gonna getcha!” Jungkook starts spidering under your blouse your bare sides like no tomorrow, sending you in hysterics, as sides are one of your worst spots, along with your thighs, which are being already attacked

You are screaming and thrashing around on the couch, not even being able to sit back up, from how much it tickles. You are laying on the back of the couch, trying to avoid their fingers and kicking your legs as tears are rolling down your cheeks and your face is blushing from all the teasing

At this point you have stopped moving, and you are only moving your arms around like a washing machine, trying to protect your hypersensitive torso while your friends are cooing and teasing you at no ends, your worst spots being tickled more than you have ever experienced 

The boys let you go when your laughter turns silent, and cuddles you softly, rubbing the ghost tickles away

They may tickle you to death, but you love them so much

So do they...

This ff is requested by @ticklish-hope​​, I hope you liked it, love! 🥰

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New house, new roomies

Second Chap.

This is a tickle related series, so if you are not interested in that type of content, I’d suggest ya to find another ff to read, thank you :)

Mini series based on a request from an anon and one  of my ff Self-Esteem (I think you should better read it firstly so you can understand more what’s going on)

Summary: Nefeli (14) has just moved in with the boys and Jimin, but she is still not comfortable around them, so each one spends a day with her in order to get her to open up and to know each other more.

Warnings: None

Notes: None

Lots of love Nef 💕

“Ohohoho my gosh, really?!”

“Hahaha yeah we couldn’t stop laughing!”

“Hahah he is so silly sometimes”

“He was wiggling like a worm! It was so funny!”

Nefeli and Jin came really close to each other yesterday morning. They had fun and Jin made her laugh really much. And not only because of his dad jokes...

Today was another day tho. Nef and Jungkook were currently in Jungkook’s room, sitting on the floor and talking. From all the boys, except Jimin, Jungkook was the closest to her. For some reason, Nefeli had a weak spot for him and was feeling really attached to him.

However, at the same time, Jungkook was making her flush really red with no reason at all. Oh well, she had to get used to it...

They were laying on the floor, chatting and laughing together, while Jungkook was telling her an embarrassing story of Jimin. Oh, how she was gonna tease him about it...

“Ahahahand-and what did he do?” Nefeli just couldn’t control her giggles at this point.

“He fell into the pool with his pajamas” both Jungkook and Nefeli burst into loud giggles, showing their bunny-teeth smiles.

The two young ones were giggling on the floor for about 5 mins before they calmed down and rolled on their backs, not knowing what else to do. An awkward aura filled the room and an uncomfortable silence fell above them. They were both staring at the ceiling, playing with their thumbs, not talking at all.

Nefeli wanted to say something and get closer to Jungkook, but she didn’t know what. The same goes for the young lad next to her, both feeling nervous. After all, today was a day for them to bond, but they didn’t know what to say.

“So um...” Jungkook started, trying to find something to say, but a ‘ping’ on his TV interrupted him “Oh, my console is fully charged”

“Mmm...” the girl mumbled, exhaling and playing more with her thumps. It’s not like she knew how to play video games, or that she ever tried to learn. Someone would expect her to know how to since she was living with Jimin for so many years, but no. She didn’t even know the basics.

“Do you wanna have a round?” Jungkook offered her a controller, turning to the screen, and turned off Mario Kart.

“But I don’t know how to” she took the remote and sat next to him, looking at it like it was an object from Mars.

Jungkook chuckled and showed her how to use it, which button does what and what they were gonna play. He was using simple words, and he was being gentle with her, trying not to make her feel uncomfortable or something like that. He knew pretty well how easy it was for her to get all shy.

“And you are using this button if you want the character to move backward” he explained as well as he could and made himself comfortable on the floor, taking his controller in his hands “Are you ready?”

Nef nodded and Jungkook pressed the Start button on the screen “Don’t get disappointed if you lose”

After 3 rounds:

“How?!” Jungkook was staring at the screen with disbelief “You-You said you hadn’t played before, how did you win every round?!”

Nefeli was wearing a wide, proud grin and laying on her belly next to him “I don’t know. I guess the luck of the first try?”

“Hm, yeah sure” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at her playfully and started another round on his video game “One last round then we are gonna make lunch, the others will be back in two hours or so”

“Okay then” she made herself comfortable on the carpet and focused on the game.

And lemme tell you the young girl was again winning Jungkook. Like, a lot!

“Wha- whoa slow down!” Jungkook was trying his best to reach her on the screen, but poor him he wasn’t doing much.

“Hah, no chance, snail!” Nefeli giggled, her tongue sticking out a little as her fingers were using the remote faster than Jungkook, who is supposed to be the best player in the house.

“Hey hey hey hey, wait for me!” Jungkook judged her side in his attempt to get her to slow her down.

What he wasn’t expecting tho was Nefeli to flinch and burst into giggles, indeed slowing down. Jungkook, as he had understood what had happened, nudged her again smirking, this time getting a bigger reaction.

“What happened little one? Why did you slow down?” He asked innocently, nudging her once again.

Nefeli at this point couldn’t control her hysterical giggles, neither her squeals nor stop flinching. The nudges were tickling her so much that she just couldn’t stop.

“Jungkook stohohohop!” a wide grin was on her face and giggles were leaving her as Nefeli was trying to protect herself, but she wasn’t doing much. And her laying on her stomach wasn’t helping the matter, she was exposing her sides more.

However, that didn’t stop her for long. After some time she was winning against him again, even if Jungkook kept nudging her occasionally.

“Okay that’s it!” in a swift movement Jungkook had thrown Nef’s remote away from her, turned her on her back, and pinned her arms above her head, smirking down at her.

“Whahahat are you doihihihing?! I was winning there! Accept the fact that I am a better gamer at you!” she smirked as she was trying to control her nervous giggles once again.

“Oh you think you can win every game right?” he asked Nef with the most mischievous tone ever, smirking wider.

However, without even thinking about it, she let out a loud ‘yes’, playing with fire. You see, she hadn’t understood how good Jungkook is at revenge...

“Really? Really?! So you think you can as well win... The tickle game?!” faster than the speed of light, Jungkook had already let Nefeli’s arms go and was already drilling his thumbs on her hipbones.

Nef was immediately thrown in loud, belly laughter, pushing at his shoulders to escape, but nothing was working. She arched her back and was wiggling her torso furiously, trying to make the feeling less sensitive.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT FAIR AHAHAHAHA!” she cried, thrashing around and trying to push him away.

“What’s the wrong little one? I thought you could win every game, why aren’t you winning this one?” his thumbs were drawing faster and faster circles on her hips, making the poor girl buck them in the air.

“NAHAHAHAHAO LIAHAHAHAR!” Nefeli was shaking her head side to side, her hair already messy from how much she was trying to escape. But she wasn’t gonna give up anytime soon. After all, she is way too stubborn to do it.

“Excuse you? Liar? Oh, you are so getting it...!” with no warning, Jungkook shot his arms in her armpits, wiggling his fingers and scribbling with his blunt nails her flesh skin.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SAHAHAHAHARRY AHAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed and shot her arms down, trapping his fingers under her underarms.

Her armpits and underarms may not be one of her death spots, but they were so sensitive that some scratches there could drive her crazy in a matter of seconds.

“So now you are sorry huh? It’s too late tho Nef!” Jungkook lowered his face and smirked in front of her face, his nose almost touching Nefeli’s cheek, who was hiding her face in her arm.

His nails were touching some of her most sensitive nerves, as his nose was nuzzling her cheek, increasing the feeling. I know what you are thinking and yes, her cheeks are sensitive too. Like her jawline. Weird spots, huh?

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA GETTHEMOUTGETTHEMOUTGETTHEMOUT NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli cried more, shaking her head from side to side, giving Jungkook the opportunity to stuff his head in her neck, nuzzling there, making her scream really loud.

“I cannot do that Nef, you need to raise them, they are stuck...” Jungkook smirked wider, nibbling her neck at the same time, sending her into fits of hysterics. And his sharp, bunny teeth weren’t helping the matter...

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE AHAHAHAHA!” she shrieked louder, kicking her feet and desperately trying to get him off of her.

But Jungkook had none of it...

He just kept nibbling her neck and scribbling her armpits mercilessly.

“Whoa girl, stop screaming, I am not murdering you” Jungkook chuckled in her neck, making her let out a tiny shriek and fall back in her loud, belly laughter.

Has anyone ever told him how much teases affect her? Because they reeeeeeally do! More than tickling itself. It makes her feel like someone is poking her worst spots, and makes her blush more than when her crush is staring at her. In general, teases are her hell.

At this point, Nefeli was laughing so hard that probably everyone could hear her. And lemme tell you not everyone was out of the house. Jin and Jimin were in the living room, probably listening to her ear-piercing laughter.

“Jin was right, you are sooooooo ticklish!” he teased, switching his arms so that they were now squeezing and scribbling her ribs mercilessly.

Oh, how Nefeli was gonna kill Jin after Jungkook let her go... Jin had surely told everyone about had he had experienced, and Jimin would have said everything he knows about her sensitivity...

“JIAHAHAHAHAHAN I’LL KILL YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Nefeli yelled at the eldest boy in between her loud laughter.

What did he get as an answer? More laughter. But this time it was coming from the living room. From Jin and Jimin.

All of a sudden, the door cracked open and Jin’s head pokes in, wearing a wide grin on his face, wiggling his fingers “Say that again little one”

A darker blush appeared on Nef’s face and a shiver ran down her spine. Wiggling fingers were always one of her biggest weaknesses and everyone who had tickled her before had certainly understood it.

“NONONOAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SHAHAHAHAHARRY!” she howled in laughter as Jungkook scribbled her sixth and most sensitive rib while he was still nibbling and chuckling in her neck.

“Good” he smirked and exited the room, leaving her alone with a merciless boy tickling her.

However, suddenly all the tickling stopped and Jungkook raised his head from her neck, looking down at her mischievously. Nefeli’s hair was all over her face, her eyes tightly closed, and her face all red from how much she was laughing, all blushed from the tease.

“Still thinking you are the best gamer?” Jungkook placed his hands under her blouse, on her bare sides as a warning.

However, Nefeli never seemed to take the point. Instead, she just grinned cheekily, nodding her head “Hm... Yep” this girl doesn’t have an off button, does she?

“Ohoho, this will change your mind...” he started squeezing her sides faster than ever as he bends down and kept blowing numerous raspberries all over her tummy, sides, and ribs, making the poor girl scream and throw her head back in uncontrollable laughter.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA JUNGKOOK NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli let out a scream and fell into loud, almost hysterical laughter, thrashing around and pushing at his shoulders to try to throw him away, to no avail at all.

“Jungkook yes, giggles!” that nickname could literally kill her from how much flustering it was for the poor girl “Coochie coochie coo!”

Jungkook used his nails to scribble all over her sides, reaching up to where her ribs are meeting her side, sending her in hysterical laughter.

“Jackpot” he whispered teasingly, loud enough for Nefeli to hear him, as he kept scribbling and squeezing the new, goldenly sensitive spot he had just discovered. Which was apparently way more sensitive than her side and ribs separately.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO PLEAHAHAHAHASE! MEAHAHAHAHAN AHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAOT THEAHAHAHAHARE” Nefeli cried, kicking her legs furiously as electric shots were hitting her already too sensitive body.

“Excuse me? Mean? Oh, I’ll show you something mean” in a swift movement, Jungkook had turned around, grabbed her ankles, pulled off her shocks, and started wiggling his fingers towards her hypersensitive soles.

Nefeli’s eyes widened, and let out the loudest shriek she had ever done, scaring both Jungkook and the boys in the living room. Her feet were the most sensitive spot on her body. She couldn’t even stand having her feet touched. Not even massages. How was someone expecting her not to scream so loud?

But as luck was never on her side, guess whose voice echoed the house. Jimin’s. What did he say? Mieh... Let’s just say it wasn’t really helping Nefeli...

“Kook, if you are ready to get her feet, don’t forget her toes!” Jimin yelled from the living room, letting a tiny chuckle escape him at the end of the sentence.

“Thanks, Min!” Jungkook’s smirk had turned 126 times wider and ‘scarier’ for Nefeli, as he turned to her to look at her terrified face “Any last words?”

Nefeli was panicking at this point, shaking her feet side to side nonstop “Nononono please don’t! Please don’t touch my feeAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT PLEAHAHAHASE DAHAHAHAHAN’T NAHAHAHAHAO AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” her pleadings were interrupted by her manically laughter when the young lad pulled back her toes and was scribbling her blunt nails all over her tiny feet, sending her in pure hysterics.

“I said words, not a whole sentence!” Jungkook was touching some of the most sensitive nerves on Nefeli’s feet, and probably whole body, while the girl was almost dying of laughter behind him.

Tears had already started rolling down her cheeks, as her screams were probably annoying their new neighbors. She instantly became unable to say something, other than laugh and occasionally hiccup.

“Aw... What’s wring Neffie? Does it tickle a little? Are you a little too ticklish to handle some innocent tickles? You seem to enjoy me tickling you, you are not even telling me to stop!” Nef really lost it when Jungkook dug in her toes and their base, making her shriek and thrash around nonstop, curling her toes tightly. And add to all that the teases which were not really helping the matter.

“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA!” her laughter fell silent after some seconds, not moving at all. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her breathing was harsh and short.

So this was Jungkook’s signal to stop and let her breathe properly. He got off her, pulling her onto his lap and rubbing her stomach under her blouse in a calming and relaxing way, helping her regain her breathing and inhale properly after some more seconds.

“Everything alright little one?” Jungkook kissed her cheek, as Nefeli leaned on his chest, her eyes heavy and her body really tired.

“Mhmm, everything’s fine” she replied, letting some left-over giggles escape her, behind her sudden grin “But I am still a better gamer than you”

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head “I will spare you, for now, otherwise, Jimin will have my head” making her giggle as a response.

Nefeli and Jungkook stayed cuddled up until they heard the front door closing and Jin calling them for dinner.

They both rushed outside the room and in the dining room, sitting between Hoseok and Yoongi.

“So what did the two youngers do?” Namjoon asked, helping Jin serve the food.

Jungkook and Nefeli shared a knowing, nervous look and then back at the boys, spotting a smirking Jimin looking at them with eyes which were screaming ‘You will get so exposed’

“Well...”

Just imagine 1 S2

You are stretching in the training room, before the last rehearsal.

You have opened your legs and touched your toes when you feel soft fingers touching your sides unexpectedly.

"Agh!" you squeal and fall on your back, only to see the three youngest singers smiling at you warmly "Hi y/n!" Taeyhung grins his famous boxy smile and pokes your cheek softly.

"Let us help you stretch y/n/n!" Junkook kindly offers and immediately puts his cold hands on your sides to push you a little more.

However, you just squeal and pull your elbows back to protect your secretly ticklish sides. Unfortunately for you though, this doesn't go unnoticed by the three, who are now smirking wider than ever "Oh-uh" says Jimin "I think someone's ticklish" he teased in a sing-song voice, making you blush a deep shade of red.

"Nohoho I am not!" you try to save yourself from the upcoming attack, but you don't do much. In the next second, three pairs of fingers are pinning you down and tickling the life out of your poor armpits, tummy, and sides.

"AGH NAHAHAO STOHOHOP AHAHA!" you shriek and thrash around unstoppably, trying to wiggle away, but your hysterical laughter is weakening you moment by moment.

"Awww y/n/n! You are so so cute! Coochie coochie coo!" Jungkook smirks and bents down to blow a long raspberry, shaking his head in your tummy to make everything tickle a lot more.

Your laughter increases an octave the moment his lips touch your skin. And as if this isn't enough, Taehyung is mercilessly squeezing your sides and Jimin is torturing with his blunt nails your soft armpits unstoppable, not washing off the amused grin "You should have told us how ticklish you are, you little ticklish cutie! We would have the pleasure to see you like this every single day!" Taehyung exclaimed happily.

If your eyes could widen, they would. But they cannot! You'll have to go through this every single day?! You are going to die, for sure!

"We could do this all day! You seem to love it! You don't seem to wanna go anywhere!" Jimin giggles as he is now drawing circles with his thumbs on your hollows.

"NO NO NAHAHAHAO PLEAHAHAHASE NOT THAHAHAT GUYS! AH! TAHAHAE NO!!! NAHAHAT THE SIDES!" your begging is a little useless now you have fallen into the hands of the three tickle monsters.

I guess you'll have to stay like this for a looooong time, cause the maknaes don't seem to want to let you go any time soon... You are too ticklish for your own good after all!

Sooooo I decided to bring back the Just Imagine series after three years! Please send me whatever you wanna see in those 15 mini-imagines of Season 2! Season 3 will probably come in 2023! ❤️

The idea is inspired by the request of an anon. I am so sorry I didn't have time to make this an actual ff, but I really hope you like this, nonnie :(

Just imagine 4 S2

It's around 1 in the evening and you are still asleep. I guess it wasn’t the best option to stay up until late, binge-watching Itaewon class.

You turn on your back, trying to wake up as the evening sunlight is touching your eyes softly. With no warning at all though, you feel five soft fingertips clawing fastly all over your bare tummy and the space next to you getting heavy.

“Come on, y/n/n, it’s time to wake up” Jungkook blows gently into your ear, increasing your already loud giggles.

Thrashing around gently and gripping onto his wrists, you scrunch up your shoulders as loud snickering keeps pouring out of your mouth “Gahahahaha Jungkahahahak ahahahaha! Lemme sleheheheep!” is the only thing your sleepy mind could think.

“No, it’s already midday! You have to wake up exactly how you like!” he keeps murmuring into your ear as his fingers have now moved to your belly button, twirling his finger in it.

Oh-oh... Bad move...

Letting out the loudest shriek you ever have, you make sure both you and your possibly napping neighbors finally wake up before you fall into hysterical laughter “BWAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO!” you scream whilst you are rolling side to side in loud, deep, belly laughter.

Jungkook chuckles and keeps twirling his finger in your hypersensitive bellybutton while you are losing your mind, laughing at the top of your lungs “Aw I don’t think you are awake yet! Maybe I need to use the secret weapon!”

Gasping, you immediately try to push yourself out of the bed, but the young lad’s grip is tight around you. Without warning at all, Jungkook bends down and starts blowing uncountable raspberries in your neck, not ceasing his attack on your bellybutton “OKAHAHAY OKAY I AHAHAM AWAHAHAKE AHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw are you sure, cutie?” he mumbles into your neck, only adding to the already too-ticklish sensation as he moves his fingers to your hips, kneading them like dough.

The waves of ticklishness that are hitting you at this point are massive, making your laughter go silent. And that's the signal for him to stop and let you go with a wide smirk on his face.

Pulling away, Jungkook helps you up smirking, only for you to fall back on the bed from how giggly you were “Good morning cutie” he chuckles at you, whilst you are still panting all red and blushy.

“Good morning meanie” you giggle shyly, your spots still tingling a little. Well, a good beginning makes a good ending.

Just imagine 5 S2

You are randomly chilling in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone when all of a sudden you hear loud and fast steps thundering toward you.

Looking behind, you don’t have time to understand who the footsteps belong to, feeling yourself being raised from your position and thrown over someone’s shoulder “Gah! Who is thiAHAHAHAS AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO AHAHAHAHA!" you immediately scream when you feel your feet being scribbled like crazy.

“Oh wow, I knew your feet were ticklish but this seems to make you go crazy!” you can obviously understand that this teasing voice belongs to Jin, who is currently smirking like a Cheshire cat because of your almost hysterical laughter.

Hitting his back as much as you can and kicking out nonstop, you are laughing at the top of your lungs. His sharp, blunt nails are scribbling all over your hypersensitive soles and arches, getting each and every sensitive nerve from the bottom of your heels to the top of your cute little toes.

“AHAHAHAHA MY GAHAHAHAHAD STOHOHOP AHAHA!” you shriek loudly, feeling way more ticklish due to the surprise tickles, not expecting them at all.

“Aw, I’ll stop... When you stop laughing!” he evilly whispers as he is now playing with and squeezing your bare toes mercilessly. Oh, how you wish you had worn your socks... You would have at least avoided the toe torture.

You are feeling your toes tingling so much that your whole feet are like they are being tickled as well. Jin is walking around with you in hysterics on his shoulder. The cheeky grin which is printed on his face won't leave as your laughter is like music in his ears.

“BWAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE HAHAHAHAVE SOME MERCY AHAHAHAHA!” your legs are kicking out in the air and your laughter is hitting an octave you didn’t know you can reach. Oh, your feet are so ticklish you sometimes wish they weren’t!

“Mercy? What does that mean?” Jin giggles and proceeds to scratch the middle of your feet as he is entering the living room.

And that's when you lose it completely! You shriek as loud as you can before you fall into silent laughter, kicking out and thrashing around uncontrollably. You even fall off Jin’s shoulder but you managed to stay on. And still, you cannot understand why he's doing that! But you are not going to ask, are you? You are having fun~

And as he promised, Jin lets you go. Placing you down on the couch, you immediately curl up, rubbing your feet together to get rid of the devious tickle ghosts, as the young lad is towering over you with a huge grin “Well this was fun!” he giggles and sits next to you on the couch, rubbing your back soothingly.

Melting immediately, you simply stick your tongue out at him “You are mean...” you mumble purring from the relaxing feeling of his soft hand on your lower back.

"Oh, I know..." he chuckles teasingly, giving your side a last, playful squeeze.

Just imagine 6 S2

You are currently laying underneath Namjoon laughing your heart out. The evil lad had decided to sit on your arms and attack your poor ribs with devious tickles, even though you had apologized multiple times! I guess you should have never annoy him while he was reading his book. So now you are paying the price of your cheekiness.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHA!” you shriek at the top of your lungs, trying to pull your arms down to protect your way too ticklish for your own good ribs.

The smirky lad is only looking down at you with a mischievous grin while his fingers were working their magic on you. You knew so well that Namjoon can wreck you to pieces with a single finger and yet you kept annoying him. Now this is your payment.

Hey! Don’t complain at all! Both you and I know you love this!

“One... Two... Three... Two... One... Four... Six... Ten... Seven... Ah, those ribs are so fun to count! They make so many sounds!” Namjoon keeps poking all over our ribs, getting random bones. His pokes are sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes light, sometimes a little more intense. Never hurt, but always tickle you out of your mind.

“You ahahahahare counting wrohohohong!” you scream through your loud, almost deafening giggles, while you are trying to squirm out of his grip as much as you can and want.

Chuckling, Namjoon only keeps poking up and down all over your ribs. You are so asking for it, aren’t you? “Okay then... Lemme try again! One... Two... Three... Am I doing it right now?” he giggles at your cackling state, only speeding up his fingers to tease you more.

“Agh nahahaha ahahahaoh my gahahad ahahaha!” you are giggling your heart out, kicking out and wiggling like a worm in Namjoon’s grip.

The smirk on the young boy’s face grows wider and shakes his head laughing “No? I am doing this wrong again?! Oh man... I guess I should keep going until I do it right, huh?” and then he proceeds to poke all over your vulnerable ribs unstoppably.

This afternoon will be a really ticklish one for you...

Just imagine 7 S2

You are a giggly mess. Like, a loud giggly mess. And why? Because of Jimin and his cold nose all snuggled into your neck which he is rubbing up and down all over the crook of your neck.

“Jimin stohohohop!” you are giggling loudly as the young lad’s nose explores every single bit of your hypersensitive neck while you two were cuddling under the covers.

However, the evil boy had another plan. Switching his nose to his sharp teeth, Jimin tightens his grip around your waist and arms, as you let out a deafening shriek of laughter “Ow why are you screaming so much, y/n/n? I stopped!” he smirks in your neck.

The evil little rat!

Bouncing on the bed in between his legs and pushing at his arms, you are desperately trying to escape the super ticklish hell he has just gotten you into “BWAHAHAHAHAHA MY GAHAHAHAHAD YOU AHAHAHAHAHARE MEAHAHAHAHAN AHAHAHAHA!” you scream in between your loud, almost hysterical laughter.

“Om nom nom nom! Your neck is so delicious y/n/n, I cannot get enough!” he giggles in your neck, increasing the tingly and tickly sensations his teeth and hot breath are leaving on your skin.

“AHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE IT TIAHAHAHACKLES!” like he didn’t already know... Ah sometimes you are being so silly, you really thought he had no idea about what he’s doing and how much he loves making you giggle and laugh!

You are tightly trying to pull your arms out of his grip while his soft nose doesn’t help all the feeling against the crook of your neck. You start feeling like tiny bugs are running up and down your skin and at the same time a way too ticklish thunderbolt has just stricken your body with every nibble on your neck.

“Oh really?! Oh, this is awesome! Then we are staying like this for a loooooooooong time, cutie! Prepare yourself for a long, ticklish afternoon!” Jimin mumbles in your neck and returns to his assault, putting you once again in a hysterical-laughing state, not planning on showing you mercy anytime soon... But it’s not like you hate it...

Just imagine 8 S2

“Oh y/n! Come out come out wherever you are! If you come out now the tickles won’t last long!” Taehyung giggles as he’s wandering around the house looking for you.

He has looked everywhere for you but he can’t find you behind the couch. Or so you think. In reality he has found you a while ago, but he didn’t say anything. He just keeps walking around and teasing you.

However, a great idea pops up into his mind when he sees once again your feet sticking out from underneath the couch “Oh well... I guess that if you don’t want to come out, I will just watch TV until you do”

You suddenly feel the space above your feet getting heavy and immediately some cold, tickly fingertips stroking your bare soles “I will be in the living room! Follow the adorable sound if you want to come here!” he giggles while he strokes your feet unstoppably with his blunt, sharp but yet extremely tickly.

“Agh nahahahao stahahahap ahahaha!” you want to control your giggles but you can’t! Those fingers tickle so much more than you had ever experienced!

Wiggling his fingernails on top of your toes, Taehyung is smirking lazily as he’s playing with your toes “Hm! Those cute little buttons are so fun to play with! I haven’t played with some in so much long!” he giggles as he scratches softly the base of your toes.

You are stuck underneath the couch and the only thing you can do is giggle, laugh and scream bloody murder from ticklishness, but nothing more! “Pleahahahase mercyhyhyhy ahahaha!”

It’s useless to beg for him to stop. He isn’t going to stop anytime soon... Maybe you should have just gotten out and not hidden... Now you are stuck and getting tickled unable to stop it and who knows when it finally will...?

Just imagine 9 S2

"Oh c'mon y/n! We have to go home!" Suge whines and folds his arms over his chest. It's been around 1pm and you and your brothers are still in the playground.

You three were supposed to be back 30 minutes ago, but you are stuck. Stuck hanging on the horizontal bar and refusing to jump off.

"I told you not to do that! Now you're scared!" he keeps whining and pouting frustrated.

"No no no! I'll fall!" you only shake your head and wiggle around. Being scared of heights is not bad, it's only bad when you decide to face it and you end up stuck in the air.

"That's that point!"

Taehyung on the other hand is looking at the two of you and highs "Uh, I guess there is no other choice then" he starts walking towards you and raises his sleeves.

Tilting your head confused, you only blink twice in confusion "Huh?" you ask.

However, your confused face turns deep red when you see your older brother start wiggling his fingers and inching closer and closer "Last chance, cutie pie" his smirk is getting wider and wider as he sees panic flooding you and Yoongi copying your movements.

"Too late!" Yoongi exclaims before you can even answer and launches on you. His fingers start clawing on your sides and tummy, walking his fingers all over the soft skin of your midsection.

"BWAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!" you immediately fall into hysterics and start thrashing around in the air unstoppably. It's like mini shots of ticklishness are hitting you over and over again, driving you mad and making you slowly lose your mind from how much it tickles.

The classic technique used ever since you were little. Tickle attack!

Taehyung on the other hand has a more effective way. He goes straight for the armpits. The kill. He doesn't even want to tease you first. He starts scribbling at your armpits unstoppable with his blunt nails "No? No what? You brought this to yourself, y/n/n! You should have gotten off when we told you to!"

You throw your head back in hysterics, your laughter echoing throughout the whole area. It tickles way too much for you to handle "NAHAHAHAO I'M SOHOHORRY! PLEAHAHAHASE LEMME GOHOHO!" you scream once again and kick out nonstop, almost kicking Yoongi in the face.

"Agh! Now you'll get it!" your oldest brother suddenly dips his index finger in your belly button and starts wiggling it around faster than the speed of light.

And that's where you lose it.

"NYAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHA I HAHAHATE YAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!" your shriek as loud as you can and immediately let go of the horizontal bar to protect your tickled torso.

Falling into your brothers' arms, you curl up in their grip all giggly and teary from laughing too much "Yohohou are meahahan!" you giggle out and lean onto Taehyung's chest to catch your breath, only to receive a kiss on each cheek from each of them.

"Works every time" Taehyung chuckles and high-fives Yoongi proudly after he ruffled your hair. You pout cutely and fold your arms over your chest mad though.

You may seem mad, but inside you, all three of you knew how much fun it was and how much you liked it... So don't even try to deny it! They know you way better than you think!

Just imagine 10 S2

"Nohoho stohohop!" you cry in giggle hysteria as your best friend is stroking your feet up and down with his blunt nails. And all that while you were just watching a movie and you wrongly decided to put your feet on his lap.

"Stop? Why? Isn't that why you put your feet here? For a massage!" Namjoon chuckles and only keeps stroking your feet unstoppably, slowly speeding up and then suddenly stopping. And that has been going on and on and on for almost one hour now!

You have thrown your head back in hysterical giggles as you try your hardest to focus on the movie, but you always fail once his nails reach the middle of your soles. You may flinch, but you know you cannot go anywhere. Namjoon is gripping your ankles gently but at the same time firmly enough to hold you in place and make you feel each and every hypersensitive stroke.

"Nohoho!"

Suddenly though, someone walks in. Someone you wish he never entered. Jungkook.

"What?! We are tickling y/n without me?!" he exclaims shocked, completely ruining the whole massage cover. Discreetness 10/10.

Namjoon bursts into laughter, showing his adorable dimples, and shakes his head "Yehes Kookie we are! But you can join! This movie is boring anyway..."

"Hey, you are doing it wrong though!" the younger lad yells in mock frustration once he sees how slowly Namjoon is torturing you "That's how you should do it!" and without a single warning, he gently grabs one of your feet and starts scribbling on your soles like a madman.

"BWAHAHAHA NAHAHAO AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT AHAHAHA!" you shriek at the top of your lungs and start kicking out in hysteria. That's why you don't want Jungkook near you when it comes to tickling! He kills you every time!

"See? That's the right way!"

"Ohhh... So like this!" Namjoon smirks and copies Jungkook's movements, only to get a way harder and louder reaction from you "Hehe you are right! She goes crazy with this!"

"EHEHEXCUSE MEHEHE! I'M HERE!" you scream and kick out like your life depends on it, completely flustered from all the teasing without even actually talking to you! You almost kick the poor lads in the face from flailing around like a fish out of the water and laughing at the top of your lungs.

"Aw cutie we see you! And we hear you!" Jungkook chuckles, focusing on the base of your toes to drive you even madder than you already are!

"And we'll keep hearing you until the end of the movie..." Namjoon grins and keeps torturing your hypersensitive foot, as your screams of ticklishness are probably making the whole neighborhood think someone's killing you.

Let's just say you're watching The Titanic... 2 more hours of tickling are coming riiiiight up!

Just imagine 11 S2

"Tickle attack!" all of a sudden you hear Hoseok scream and loud footsteps coming towards you.

"Eek nohoho!" you scream back and try to make a run for it. But unfortunately for you, Jimin is faster than you.

"AGH NAHAHAO STAHAHAP!" the moment the young lad scoops you up in the air, Hoseok headlocks your feet and starts scribbling your socked soles. Jimin on the other hand immediately digs his fingers into your ribs ad starts kneading them like crazy.

"Coochie coochie co cutie pie!" Hoseok giggles and wiggles your toes one by one, cooing at you cute they are. And all that while he is still wiggling his fingers on your soles with his other hand.

"WHYHYHY WHAHAHAT DID I DOHOHO?!" you scream in laughter while you are still trying to get away. But guess what! You are not going anywhere!

"Cause you have adorable laughter! And it's a pity not to hear it, y/n/n!" Jimin smirks and kisses your cheek as he keeps digging into your poor ribs, focusing on your lower ones to make sure he gets both your sides and ribs at the same time.

"STAHAHAP IT'S NOHOHOT ADORABLE AHAHAHA!" you scream loudly and kick out like your life depends on it. You throw your head back in loud laughter and try to grab Jimin's hands, but they are way too fast for you to catch.

"What did you just say?!" Hoseok gasps and speeds up his fingers, focusing on the arches of your feet.

"Now you are in for it! An hour of tickling's coming!" Jimin giggles into your ear and lays you on the floor, pinning your arms over your head "Prepare yourself, little ticklish liar!"

"BWAHAHAHA NAHAHAO AHAHA!!!" is the only thing you manage to say before your get lost in a sea of hysterical and unstoppable laughter.

's sorry it's so small guys, I promise the next one will be longer!

Just imagine 13 S2

"It was just so annoying!" you whine as you explain to your two best friends what happened at the school bus some hours earlier "He kept poking me even if I told him I am not ticklish! Ugh!"

Jungkook and Taehyung look at each other "Not ticklish?"

"So you lied?" Jungkook tilted his head in mock confusion.

The two lads don't even give you time to react! They immediately start poking all over your midsection!

"Whahat nohoho! Guys stahahap!" you squeal through your giggles as you wiggle around unstoppably!

"No? What no? Of course, you did! Look how wiggly you get with just a few pokes!" Taehyung smirks and brings his face closer to your face to further fluster you.

Well, goal achieved!

"Yeah y/n/n! It's not like we're doing something much!" Jungkook giggles and starts squeezing your sides fastly.

"EEK AHAHAHA I DIDN'T AHAHAHA!" you keep lying through your loud laughter. But that doesn't mean you'll admit you were lying! After all, you always enjoy the playful side of the two!

And to be honest... You purposely mentioned that detail... ;)

Then can I request maybe ler: Namjin with lee: reader(gender neutral or girl), the reader is like some kind of bodyguard who has started living with them a few weeks ago as there were some threats, and she is very polite and all but kind of cold because of the nature of her job, she only smile occasionally but the members kind of want to hear her laugh because she's cute and all so the leader and oldest take matter into their own hands

It feels like family

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Lee: Y/N

Ler: Namjoon, Jin

Namjoon was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. He couldn't focus on anything, his mind was preoccupied with the new addition to their household. It had been a few weeks since their company had decided to hire a bodyguard for the group, and sometimes it was still a little bit awkward. He understood the necessity of having a bodyguard, especially considering their fame and constant public appearances. But he couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable having someone constantly watching over them. He looked towards the kitchen, where you and Jin were currently making dinner for the members. You had been hired as their bodyguard a few weeks ago, and ever since then you had been living with them in order to ensure their safety. Namjoon couldn't help but notice how serious and stoic you were. You rarely smiled or showed any emotion, always focused on your duty of protecting them. He knew it was just part of your job, but it still bothered him that he couldn't seem to get a read on you. The other members had also taken notice of your serious demeanor. Especially Jin found you intriguing, and often made jokes about trying to crack your stern facade and make you laugh. But so far, all attempts had been unsuccessful. Namjoon sighed and put his phone down, deciding to take matters into his own hands. He stood up and made his way towards the kitchen, where you and Jin were now plating the food. 'Hey, Y/n,' he greeted, leaning against the counter. You turned to face him, your expression still unreadable. 'Hello, Namjoon.' He could feel the weight of your gaze on him, and it made him a bit nervous. But he pushed through it, determined to at least try and get to know you better because in fact, he thought, you were really cute. 'I was just wondering, do you ever smile?' he asked with a playful smile. You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure how to respond. 'I am not here to smile, I am here to protect you all.' Namjoon chuckled. 'I know, I know. But we were just talking, and we realized that we have never seen you laugh or even smile. So, we were wondering if we could maybe make that happen?' 'I am not sure that is a good idea,' you replied, your tone remaining stoic. Namjoon's smile faltered, but he didn't give up. 'Come on, Y/n. Just a small laugh, that's all we ask.' But you just shook your head and helped Jin serve the food.

The rest of the night was spent with the members trying to make you laugh. They told jokes, made funny faces, and even tried tickling you, to no avail. You couldn't help but feel a bit amused by their efforts, but you refused to give in. As the weeks went by, the members continued their mission to make you laugh. They would come up with new and creative ways to get a reaction out of you, but you stayed loyal to your stoic persona. But Namjoon and Jin were determined to make you laugh, even if it took all of their willpower. They had come up with a new plan, and they were sure it was going to work. One day, as you were walking back to the apartment with Namjoon by your side, you suddenly felt someone grab you from behind. You turned around to see Jin with a mischievous grin on his face. 'You're under arrest for not laughing!' he declared dramatically. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his antics. Namjoon joined in, pretending to handcuff you as well. 'Ah, you got a laugh!' Jin exclaimed in triumph. You shook your head, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face. 'You two are ridiculous.' Namjoon and Jin high-fived each other, proud of their accomplishment. Before you knew it, you were being lifted off the ground by them. You tried to wiggle out of their grasp, but it was no use. 'Guys, put me down!' you protested, trying not to let your laughter escape. But it was too late. The members had launched a full-scale tickle attack on you, and you couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from your lips. You tried to fight them off, but they were relentless, determined to make you laugh until you couldn't breathe. "NOHOHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT!!!!"you shrieked.

“you have such a cute laugh but you're usually so tough!", the duo starts teasing you.

Jin’s fingers sped up and he was finally right above your armpits, like only one more move down and he’d tickle you armpits but he stayed at the spot right above, scribbling and scratching because of how precious your reaction was.

“NahahAHAHHahaAHHHA HEHEY NOHOHOH PLEHEHEASE.”

“Please what? Please tickle? Hm…fine I guess.~” One wink and Jin attacked your armpits with ticklish scratches and scribbles, his fingertips dancing all over his soft skin. You kicked your legs and trashed around but the evil fingers of your lers just followed you.

Once the tickling subsided, you were lying on the floor in a fit of giggles, surrounded by the members who were looking at you and smiling. 'We did it, we made Y/n laugh!' Jin exclaimed proudly. You looked up at them, still smiling. 'You did. Thank you.' The rest of the night was spent with you and the members laughing and having a good time. You had finally let your guard down and allowed yourself to have fun, and the members were ecstatic to see the real you. From that day on, the members continued to show you their silly and carefree sides, and you couldn't help but join in. You no longer felt like just a bodyguard, but a member of their family. And you couldn't imagine it any other way.

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Thanks for your request! I had so much fun to write it and I hope you like it 😉👍💜

Can i request a ler! Jungkook x lee!reader fic where they're playfighting and the reader attempts to tickle Jungkook but since he's stronger he doesn't let that happen and tickle her instead please? :)

Fighting!

Ler: Jungkook

Lee: Reader

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It was another one of those days when you and Jungkook just lay lazily on the sofa and enjoyed each other's company.

Everything was calm and peaceful until Jungkook decided to tease you a little.

He poked you in the side, but every time you turned round to face him, he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" you asked, slightly annoyed. You secretly enjoyed the attention, but of course you wouldn't admit it.

"Nothing! What am I supposed to have done?" he asked with a smirk.

You decided to simply ignore the annoying boy, but that was easier thought than done.

After a while you got tired of it and the next time he poked you, you quickly leaned over him and started tickling his stomach.

Jungkook started to laugh and his bunny smile appeared, but of course he was still stronger than you and oh…how the tables turned.

With ease, Jungkook had flipped you over and was now sitting on your hips.

"Did you really just want to mess with me?" he asked playfully, wiggling his fingers in a threatening manner.

"I'm sorry Jungkook, but we can talk about it," you said while giggling in anticipation.

"Or not," Jungkook said coldly and began to tickle your sides mercylessly.

You didn't even try to hold back your laughter and just squirmed back and forth, hoping to escape the tickling fingers. But of course you didn't make it.

"KOOKIE STAHAHAP PLEASE!", you shrieked. Not that it helped any.

"Stop? Why would I stop? You're clearly loving this, just look at that smile!" the mean ler just smiled.

Jungkook wasn't satisfied yet and so he started to tickle your hips. Probably your worst spot and your laughter became a few octaves higher and brighter.

"Jungkook! I CAHAHAN'T", you screamed laughing.

"Wow. This must really suck for you..." the bunny noticed and laughed with you.

After a few more minutes of pure torture, Jungkook stopped and you both cuddled up happily on the sofa.

"You're so cute Y/N," was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep exhausted in Jungkook's arms.

Thanks for your request I had so much fun to write it and I hope you like it. And sorry if it's too short or there are other mistakes in it. Here where I live it's almost 3 AM and my brain is not braining but I can't sleep and I really wanted to write this so here it is. I hope it's acceptable ✌😉

POV me entering the inbox when I saw pookie is doing requests

Hey luv!! I saw you were taking requests and thought I’d join since I saw one of my fandoms on there !! 🥳

Could you possibly do a Ler! Lucifer X Lee! Reader HCs or even a fic if you’re up to it !!

Take all the time you need and drink some water , you’re doing great! 🥳

MUAH MUAH Ciao Bella 💌

Tyyyy for the request

With the mini fic I combined it with one of the hc’s

Poor punctuation be aware

Lee: reader/mc

Ler: Lucifer and tad bit of ler mammon

•this man is an evil ler

•will absolutely wreck you whenever he sees fit

Having an attitude = tickles

Not doing your tasks = tickles

Working with Satan and Belphie = tickles

•sometimes he will be gentle and make sure he isn’t torturing you whenever you ask him to tickle you

•as for the aftermath he gives you water and makes sure you’re okay before going back to the mountains of paper work he has

Lucifer found out you were ticklish the day he heard you running from his younger brother Mammon after you hid his precious Goldie from him, as Mammon would call it. Lucifer listened from his office at first, thinking Mammon was going to harm you. But after a moment, there was a thud, then it went strangely quiet. Lucifer knew he had to check in case you were hurt. He walked towards the living area where the thud had come from. Before he heard your squeals and laughter, interrupting the silence, he got closer to the doorway of the living area and saw Mammon straddling your thighs, his fingers quickly seeking out your ticklish tummy and ribs. Lucifer rolled his eyes before going back to his office.

A week later, you had agreed to be Satan and Belphie’s distraction so they could prank Lucifer. Reluctantly, you agreed and went off to Lucifer’s office, awkwardly trying to start a conversation and standing in front of his desk. He thought maybe you were bored at first glance, but he almost immediately heard Belphie and Satan’s whispers, giving you away. So he decided to give you a lesson you’ll remember. Lucifer got up from his seat and walked over to you, a slight hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he approached you. As you tried to run away, unfortunately for you, he caught up and pinned you to the wall, starting to tickle you slowly, discovering where all you were ticklish.