hiii here are some quirk ideas for your drself, self-insert, oc, etc !!
** most of these are re-uploaded from my previous post that's now private- sorry (not that sorry)
| overdrive; allows the user to stockpile energy, then convert it into bursts of enhanced speed or strength. It also passively detects nearby threats by sensing hostile or unstable energy.
| encouragement: grants user a stockpile of energy to draw on for physical enhancements; stockpile only grows in response to praise/compliments/encouragement
| chain charge; user stores kinetic energy trhough repetitive movements, user can chain multiple releases together for consecutive enhanced strikes
| double team; creates duplicates of the user— can either be real or just illusions— with the same capability as the original user, once attacked, the multiples dissolve into mist
| lucky cat/maneki neko; a calico japanese bobtail cat mutation, including cat like abilities, and having and bringing people close to the user extreme luck
| owl; so many options— barn, snowy, great horned etc. wings, agility, speed, strength.
| red panda; appearance of a red panda, enhance agility, flexibility, sharp claws, enhanced balance, strong bite, and strong grip, night vision
| cheshire cat; same abilities as the cheshire cat, cat like behaviors, and purple/pink cat mutation
| meta-multiplier; allows the user to multiply other people's quirk genes into their own body, thus being able to manifest other people's quirks (yes like afo) the limit is related to the amount of previous users of OFA
| meta-mix; knocked off of meta-multiplier, the user can copy compatible aspects of other people's quirks and combine it into one
| shards; can manifest crystal as weaponry, shields, or just crystals in general. not the valuable type tho
| energy; energy manipulation. can transfer energy between people, from plants to people, from energy to bursts of power,
| synergy; increases the abilities of intended people around the user to complete the object the user has intended.
| upgrade; allows the user to generate temporary mechanical augmentations, such as armor or boosters, directly into the users body in response to situational needs, the upgrades adapt in real time
| great knowledge; after coming in contact with a copy of physical media (ie. a book) the user absorbs the knowledge stored within it
| mahou shoujo; user has the same general abilities as a main character from a mahou shoujo (magical girl) anime (including transformation, superhuman abilities, healing magic, great luck, etc)
| mirror; after witnessing an action the user can copy it flawlessly
| instructions; the user can see clear instructions to create and build devices or machines the user has seen/thought of
| requip; the user has heightened strength, and has a pocket dimension filled with weapons and gadgets (erza scarlet)
| shield; can create electromagnetic shields or shoot it out in bullets (violet parr)
| alien; has superhuman strength/abilities, can fly, energy manipulation in the form of beams and bursts (starfire)
| crystal; can create crystal structures and objects/weapons (lolirock)
| psybeam; allows user to transform energy into bursts of energy in the form of a beam (like pokemon move)
| overclock; can temporarily accelerate user’s physical and mental processing speed, allowing them to react faster, think more quickly, and execute movements with extreme precision. however, it doesn’t increase their strength only their speed and efficiency.
tips for coming up with quirks or finding inspo !!
☆。action cartoon shows/movies, other animes
⭒˚ my little pony(cutie marks), lolirock, glitter force
☆。pokemon, pokemon moves
☆。video games powers & moves
☆。pinterest
wc : 0.4k , pairing : spy!heeseung x spy!reader , genre : former lovers to enemies to lovers , part one
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one
“remember, our goal is to get the hard drive and get out.” your partner’s voice rang loudly through your ears and you winced, touching it lightly. you suppressed a roll of your eyes and resorted to breathing air a little harshly out your nose. you squinted against the dim candlelight of the giant room and saw your partner, lia, making her way to the opposite side of the room.
god, you hated balls.
they were far too noisy, filled with incessant chatter and dancing - so much dancing. they were only enjoyable if you actually wanted to go; but alas, you didn’t actually want to be here. unfortunately for you, your job required it.
you rolled your eyes and blew air out your nose a little harsher than was necessary. “you don’t need to remind me.” you grumbled, narrowly avoiding colliding with a waiter who was carrying several glasses of champagne.
“i saw that.”
“shut up, lia.”
you adjusted the strap of your gown uncomfortably - red, made with the finest, smoothest silks you’ve ever felt in your entire life - and scanned the room quickly.
the ball was hosted by a rich man who had too much money to spare and too much time on his hands and who happened to casually invest in getting his hands on government secrets. conveniently, the information was all one hard drive.
inconveniently, there were probably dozens of people from different agencies after that drive. along with that, you had no idea where the drive was hidden.
you and lia came from one of the top spy agencies in the country - not a single mission failed in the last ten years. you’d be damned if this was the first. you did another brief scan of the room, this time noting every exit and escape route.
there was only one.
“lia,” you murmured, brushing your at the cool metal of your ear piece slightly with the tips of your fingers. “bad news. we only have one good exit, and that’s the way we came in.”
brief silence, and then, “we’ll have to be quick, then.”
a small sigh escaped your lips and you spotted your host on the other side of the dance floor. with much resignation, you stepped onto the dance floor, intending to weave through the couples twirling around, their dresses and shoes making a plethora of colors, but as soon as you moved, a hand gripped your wrist tightly, halting in you in your tracks. you were spun around quickly, and you met familiar dark brown eyes.
much too familiar, you concluded immediately. the only eyes you could ever find yourself lost in, the only eyes you could stare into for days without getting bored. the only eyes that belonged to the one man you couldn’t be with.
wc : 0.2k , pairing : csi!jay park x f!detective!reader , genre : fluff
“don’t worry, i’m not here to ask you on a date.” jay park said as he strutted into your office as if he owned the place. a folder thick with papers was nestled firmly under his arm and he held two drinks - no doubt scalding hot - carefully in his hands. “yet. but i did bring you coffee and the reports from the lab.”
“thanks,” you murmured, taking your drink from his extended hand and taking a sip, not wincing at the temperature and the bitter taste. you turned back to the investigation board, your eyes quickly skimming it over for what felt like the thousandth time.
“did you even sleep last night? and i mean at home.” you pressed your lips into a thin line, clearly conveying the answer to his question. you weren’t quite sure why he cared so much. the two of you weren’t partners – neither did you work in the same field. he sighed. “so that’s a no, then. you need a break. maybe a date”
you let out a snort, taking another sip of coffee. “quit trying, park. how many times is that, now?” he gave you his signature smirk, shrugging. you hated that smirk.
obviously.
“too many to count.” he said, his smirk widening. “indulge me just this once?” he leaned against the table as he spoke, crossing one foot over the other.
you hesitated for a moment, before eventually grumbling, “fine. after work.”
SYNOPSIS : IN WHICH LEE HEESEUNG PRETENDS TO BE DUMB TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU
PAIRING : LEE HEESEUNG x F!READER
GENRE : COLLEGE AU , SMAU , FLUFF , ANGST
WARNINGS : NOT PROOFREAD , KYS JOKES , CURSING , AND MORE TO BE ADDED , WRITTEN PORTION
NOTE : THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN SMAU , SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME ! I ALSO WROTE THIS PART WHEN I WAS VERY JETLAGGED BUT HERE YOU GO 😭
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WORD COUNT : 0.3k
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“Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Your teacher’s voice stopped you as you began to pack your things after class. Students began to shuffle out of the room, eager to get out of the current one and go on break. You stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder in one fluid motion.
“Is this about the test from a couple of days ago? If it is, I’m sorry, I probably got really distracted and if there’s any makeups I can take-“
“No, no.” She said quickly, waving her hands at you. “You had one of the highest scores. But, if you’re eager for more work, I would be happy to give you some.” Your face quickly twisted into a grimace at the idea. Staying up until midnight to do regular assignments was already hard enough, and you did not need two to three extra hours piled on top of that.
“Thank you for your very kind and very generous offer, but I’m afraid I will have to politely decline.” I sound like Cora. You thought, fighting back a snort.
She laughed, shrugging. “Figured it was worth a try. On the topic of extra work, there is a student that would like your help. In the past, he’s been really on top of his work, but both he and I have noticed he’s fallen behind lately.”
You were in no mood to tutor some guy who was not willing to put in the work and just offered tutoring as a suggestion so the teacher would get off their ass.
“Like I said, I’m quite busy.” You repeated, shaking your head.
“Hm. A shame. I’ll tell Heeseung you said no-” Your teacher said, shrugging and turning away.
hi everyone! sorry i haven't updated tutor me or anything in a while! i've been traveling so i haven't really had time to work on it, but i will be posting more in a couple of days!
y/n had just finished decorating the cake she baked for liz's birthday, coated in pink frosting and red hearts, her apron covered in cooking ingredients and cake batter. she put the cover on the dessert just as her younger brother welcomed himself into her home. "you know there's this thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" she mused, cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen. riki shrugged his broad shoulders and took his shoes off. "i live here."
"this is why liz thinks you're homeless," she snorted, before nodding her head in the direction of her room to give them privacy. y/n wasn't very open with her internal struggles to the majority of their group. sunghoon, fuma and chaewon were the only one's aware of her stance on her family trauma and where her relationship lies with her parents. the last thing she wanted was for one of her housemates to overhear what riki was about to tell her and start to pity her.
"okay. let it on me." she sighed, throwing herself on her bed, grunting with her brother did the same thing on top of her. she pushed him off making him chuckle before his face dropped, his expression swarming with a mix of confusion, anger and what she would call bitterness. "what did dad want, ki?" she sat up, noticing his change in demeanor instantly. he looked at her with teary eyes, breaking his sister's heart. she hated it when he was sad, and she hated it even more when he cried. "oh babe." she frowned, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and guiding his head to hers. "mom's sick… like really sick." he mumbled under his breath, almost as if he said it out loud, it made everything that much more real. "oh…" she responded meekly, resting her head upon his.
she wasn't exactly sure how to feel. her relationship with her parents is damaged, damaged beyond repair. she's sworn since she was little she hated them, the same way they did with her. however, she would never wish ill will upon them. they were still her parents after all. her inner child still had a small sliver of hope somewhere inside her dim heart, that maybe one day they would acknowledge everything they did to her and her brother as children. how they traumatized the siblings, and how hard they had to work to heal and move on with their lives, alone. was she so wrong that in the back of her head, lingered a thought of 'karma'?
"is that all?" she bottled up her mix of emotions, shoving them way down in the pits of her heart as she recognized riki was taking this news much harder than she was. he always had a closer relationship with their mom than she did. her mom had a soft spot for the boy whereas she had nothing but fiery hatred for his sister, one to which neither of them could understand where it came from.
"she needs money for treatment. dad demanded we fork over 5 grand to cover it. i kept telling him you work at a coffee shop and i'm a full-time student, we don't have 5 grand and even if we did, we wouldn't give it to them. that must've struck a nerve because after that he just started spewing nonsense. that were both ungrateful brats, and that both of them wish they never even had us, how we're dead to them-" he choked up, as he relived his father's harsh words. y/n rubbed a hand up and down his back in a feeble attempt to comfort him. "after so long i just had to hang up on him, i couldn't listen anymore."
y/n nodded, "and you shouldn't have to, ki. nothing he said was true," she grabbed his face by his chin, making him look at her through watery lashes as he sniffed, "who cares how he feels about you, or even how mom feels. you're MY kid. i raised you. and i love you. that's all that matters. they're nobodies and they made this abundantly clear throughout many points in our childhood. we've accepted it and we've moved on. he wouldn't have even called you if it weren't for the fact that he needed money, otherwise, he would've just let mom die without even giving us a heads-up. he called you because he thinks you're easier to manipulate, he knew better than to call me. you are so much more than what they make you out to be, so fuck them." her brother sent her a tight-lipped smile as she dried his tears, kissing the top of his head. "i love you, y/nie." he sighed, wrapping his arms around her torso making her squeeze him warmly. "i love you too, kiddo. now go, i think i just heard the boys get here. i'll meet you out there, yeah?" with a nod, he squeezed her shoulder before making his way out of her room.
then and only then, did she allow herself to break down silently. this breakdown was different, however. it wasn't out of sadness. no that wasn't what she was feeling. this was anger. full-blown rage and resentment swarming in her chest. how dare he try to manipulate her brother and play on his emotions? how dare he ask anything of either of them after everything he's done? the abuse, the toxicity, everything he has done has impacted her in ways he would never be able to imagine. she often wonders if she stayed with yudai through everything because she believed that was the love she deserved based on the way her parents treated her growing up. she cried into her hands, profusely wiping her tears only for more to take their spot on her cheeks. a knock on her door sent her into panic as she quickly dried her face and straightened her posture, "come in" she tried to sound as normal as possible. that was until the last face she wanted to see at that moment revealed himself from behind the door.
"i was sent to come get you." he eyed her cautiously, seeing her red eyes. once again his ability to read her like a book haunted him. he could tell something happened, that something was bothering her deeply. part of him wanted to ask, he always hated when she cried when they were friends. he felt like he had to fix whatever was wrong. a splinter? put a band-aid on it and kiss it better. someone hurt her feelings? press them in the hallways and force them to apologize. a nightmare? hold her until she goes back to sleep. "you're crying." i don't like it. "do i ask?" how do i fix it? y/n shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "is it that obvious?"
he shrugged his shoulders. "not really." it is to me. he watched closely as the girl stood in front of her mirror and wiped her red eyes. he didn't like that her pain still hurt him so much. maybe he just wasn't ready to admit that a tiny part of him still cared about her, if you looked past all the bitterness and resentment. but that was only a small part of him. "well pull it together and come out. everyone's waiting on their drinks." he spoke coldly, quickly turning on his heels and shutting the door behind him. he paused for a second, taking a deep breath to collect himself. faintly, he could hear a sniffle from behind her door, and even fainter, he could feel a pang in his chest.
y/n took a deep breath, ignoring sunghoon's usual annoying behavior. after a few minutes, she entered the living room holding a few bags of drinks her friends asked for. "there she is!" jake cheered from his spot on the floor, making her send him a small smile as she tossed him the few tall boys he asked for. silently she handed out everyone's drinks before taking her seat on the couch. chaewon leaning her back on y/n's legs.
the night went on as planned, the group laughing and conversing. but all sunghoon could focus on was the fake smile y/n kept sending everyone. he REALLY wanted to not care, to find satisfaction in his misery. but he couldn't lie. he pitied the look on her face. so when the girl got up from her spot on the couch and made her way to the kitchen, he ignored the confused glances his friends sent him as he followed her. "what's going on?" he questioned in a monotone, leaning his arms on the counter. he watched her glide around the counter, clearly trying to busy her body. "nothing, and even if there was, you would be the last person i'd come to." she sent a glare in his direction as she pulled out the cake from the fridge, and started looking through their cabinets for candles. when she found the cabinet they were hiding in, she stretched on her tippy toes to reach them, only to find them too high up for her to grab. she sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration, before she felt a presence behind her, with a musk of faint cologne and a touch of aftershave. this was the closest in proximity they had been in over 4 years, and she hated the fact that she didn't despise it like she imagined she would. he reached over her and grabbed the candles with ease, before grabbing her hand, placing the pack in her palm, and closing her fingers around it. he watched her expression, "i'm not as big of a dick as you conjured me up in your head to be. if something's bothering you, who better to tell than someone who's seen you at your worst?" he whispered. y/n's heart was beating so fast, she swore she could hear it in her ears. she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes tracing from his dark hair to his mesmerizing eyes, to the moles on his nose. "but either way, your mood is bringing mine down, so do something about it." he muttered, letting go of her hand and placing his lighter down on the counter for her to use before exiting out of the kitchen. the girl scoffed at his bipolar behavior, her brows furrowed in confusion. between him defending her from yudai, and this situation if she wasn't confused before- she most definitely fucking is now.
he's utterly mortified at his actions, to say the least. he has no idea what came over him, why he decided to follow her, why he got that close to her, why he showed any kind of sympathy. all that he knows is that he felt warmth spread in his chest at their proximity, and he would be damned if he ever let it happen again.
A/N: now me personally i think ME!hoon is very lovesick by laufey coded he just don’t realize it yet give him time yall he a lil behind🤗no but honestly i listened to this song on repeat the entire time i was writing. DO YALL FEEL THAT TENSION BTWN THEM 🤭🤭🤭 park sunghoon rizz agenda
SYNOPSIS : IN WHICH LEE HEESEUNG PRETENDS TO BE DUMB TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU
PAIRING : LEE HEESEUNG x F!READER
GENRE : COLLEGE AU , SMAU , FLUFF , ANGST
WARNINGS : NOT PROOFREAD , KYS JOKES , CURSING , AND MORE TO BE ADDED , WRITTEN PORTION
NOTE : THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN SMAU , SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME !
TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST : YOU CAN FILL OUT THE FORM FOUND HERE !
WORD COUNT : 0.3k
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Heeseung rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, trying to keep his legs from bouncing up and down in anxiety as the teacher went down the row, passing back the tests. The past few days, he’d been doing all he could to lower his grade - which to be fair, many called a dumb idea (and it probably was) - and it was working.
He took a glance at the girl sitting next to him, her fingers twirling the pen back and forth as she watched the tests with a hawk’s gaze. With a small sigh, he looked back down at the table, the subtle glance she made out of the corner of her eye at him going unnoticed.
“Y/N.” Heeseung looked up at her name, watching as the paper was handed back to her. “Well done. 98%.” The teacher’s brows furrowed for a moment as she handed back Heeseung’s test. She crouched beside his table, placing a hand on his desk. “I’ve noticed your grades have been dropping lately, Heeseung. Is everything alright?”
He smiled slightly and nodded, rehearsing the practiced words with ease. “Yes, the material has been a bit harder lately, that’s all,” he replied.
“I see… Well, there’s a couple students I think may be able to help with that. You see, there’s Erik, who can-”
He quickly interrupted her, making sure to keep his words quiet enough so Y/N couldn’t hear him. “Maybe another top student might be able to help me understand better, if that’s alright?”
He sighed in relief as the teacher nodded, telling him she’d speak to Y/N about it, and quickly moved on with the papers.
A/N: so sorry for the long wait, but especially now that hlmhlmn is over, my main focus is this!! next chapter is written! reply to this or send an ask to be added to the tag list! reblogs are appreciated 🫂
‘pairing’ - idol!이민호 (lee minho/lee know) x ninth member!fem!reader
‘genre’ - hurt, comfort, angst, ninth member au
‘tw’ - hurt, angst, stressed/toxic lee know, kissing, established relationship, a fight
‘word count’ - 0.9 k
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“stop! you’re doing it all wrong,” minho snaps for the millionth time in that one hour of dance practice. you clench your teeth as he runs his hands over your body. usually his touch sets you on fire, but not this time.
“you’re too stiff here,” lee know comments dryly. “why are you so uptight?” he pokes you in the ribs, a gesture that would have been taken as a teasing motions if he wasn’t yelling at you.
“how am i supposed to relax with you screaming at my every move?” you shoot back, slapping his hands away. hurt flashes in your boyfriend’s eyes for a split second and gets replaced immediately by hardness.
“usually i would let all of your flaws pass, but we have a tour coming up in a week,” minho spits out angrily. he cracks his knuckles, a frequent habit he does.
“my flaws?” you echo. “my flaws?”
“yeah, what about them?” lee know demands sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.
“are you implying i mess up all the time?” you say calmly even though strings are snapping inside of your brain. as stray kids’ second main dancer, you feel slightly offended.
“that’s enough,” minho utters stiffly, his muscles tensing uncomfortably. he doesn’t meet your eyes as you stare at him.
“no, it’s not enough. you don’t get to have the last word when we’re talking about my mistakes here,” you say slowly, heat rising up to your cheeks. “what is wrong with you today? have i done something that my presence keeps rubbing you the wrong way?” your voice cracks at the end and you wince, hating the way you sound.
“no.” lee know mutters, almost unintelligibly.
“what?”
“no!” your boyfriend yells, raising one of his hands. “but now you’re starting to get on my nerves!” a look of regret washes over him the moment the words leave his mouth. instead of wearing another mask of no regrets, his eyes widen and he takes a step towards you.
“yn–” he reaches out to touch you and hold you but you move away. “i didn’t mean it,” minho pleads, guilt seeping into his voice.
“no. you meant it. you meant it all,” you say flatly, feeling numb. yes, sometimes lee know was a little harsh and mean, but inside he always cared about you. but he never, ever, tried to hit you before.
“jagiya,” minho utters quietly, trying to reach for your hand again. you pull away fiercely. the image of him raising his hand still glares at you in your mind. seeing it again makes you snap. you turn away from lee know and run out of the dance practice room, hot tears stinging your eyes viciously.
“yn!” lee know calls desperately, running after you.
you decide to hide in the most obvious place ever: minho and your shared office. pictures, polaroids, and handwritten notes litter the bulletin board above your and his desks. as your desk is messy with papers scattered all over, pens everywhere and your computer dumped on top, minho’s is neat and organized. simple stacks are sitting on the corner of his desk, his pens in a glass jar with your picture and his cats’ taped to it. his computer is equally as decorated with cat stickers and a stray kids sticker.
you stare at the pictures on the bulletin board, a small peek at what the walls of your rooms look like at home.
your vision gets blurry as you feel tears flow again. photos of you leaning on minho’s shoulder, selfies of minho teasing you and you covering your smile, and pictures of minho hugging you haunt your vision. you crumble onto the chair, burying your face into the palms of your hands.
“yn, baby?” lee know’s soft voice comes from the doorway. you sniff and stifle a sob as you look up and see minho’s sorry eyes and his pouty lips. he hugs you, his strong arms wrapping around you and you melt into his embrace. the sobs you’d been keeping rack your body.
“it’s okay, it’s okay,” minho murmurs into the top of you head as you cry into his neck. “i’m sorry, jagi. i’m so sorry. i love you so much, you know? i love you more than anything. i’m so sorry.”
“it’s okay,” you choke out, wiping your eyes. “i’m being stupid.”
“no, you’re not,” lee know says sternly. he brushes hair out of your eyes and kisses you, long and hard. his hands wrap around your body as you lean into him gently.
“i was just stressed. i’m so sorry i took it out on you,” minho mumbles into your neck.
“it hurts when you do that,” you say softly, running your fingers through his soft hair. you sniff quietly and he kisses your neck slowly.
“can i make it up to you, yn?” lee know asks, looking up at you with big eyes. he hugs you again, kissing you once more.
“it’s okay to be hurting. i will help it not hurt anymore. i promise.”
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chan would laugh and think it’s cute the way you give him big eyes and sit on the swing, crossing your legs. he would take your bag and hold it while pushing you gently. as you lean back and look at him, he laughs at how weird you look upside down. “you’re so silly, yn.”
minho would give you a look as you tug at his fingers. “please?” you ask, “it’ll be fun.” he would reluctantly push you for a while and then would catch you abruptly and throw his arms over your shoulders, burying his face into your hair. “you child,” minho mumbles as you elbow him in the ribs gently to annoy him.
changbin would smile at you and mockingly flex his biceps. “not that hard, i’d stand there all day,” he says as you sit on the swing. “don’t make me fly-AAHH–” you squeal as you almost flip over. “oops,” changbin says sheepishly, catching you and kissing the top of your head apologetically.
hyunjin would get to the swing first and ask you to push him. when you say no, he pouts and gives you his best puppy eyes and you would eventually crumble and push him. “ugh hyunjin, you’re supposed to baby me, not the other way around.” “but i’m the prince here, right?”
jisung would secretly facepalm himself and mutter affectionately, “how did i end up with this yn?” he would pat your head and say, “sure, baby,” as you walk towards the swing. “i haven’t done this in a while, be gentle okay?” you say shyly as you cover your eyes with your hand. “okay. so, um how am i supposed to push you?”
felix would smile immediately. “yes that’s such a good idea yn,” he says as he takes out his phone. “i’m going to video this, i have to remember this,” he adds as he pushes you. at one point he stops and you swing by yourself, your hair whipping your face in the wind. “this is my new lockscreen.” “but lixie, you just changed it this morning?”
seungmin would pretend to push you but would just prod at you with his fingers. “you’re just poking me, minnie,” you complain, turning around and poking him back. “okay okay i won’t poke you then,” seungmin would reply, covering his smirk with his hand. then he would proceed to tickle you.
jeongin would start tearing up because you literally read his mind. he was just imagining the perfect scene of you on the swing and him pushing you. “aww innie, it’s okay, we don’t have to,” you say. “no no, you’re too cute yn,” jeongin would say, gathering himself and pulling you towards the swing. “sit princess.”
A/N: the frat gc just gets more unhinged every chapter i write goodbye 😭😭reblogs are appreciated, and send an ask or reply to this to be added to the taglist! 🫂