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jaminjims · 3 years

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「BRAIN GO BRR」

anon request: Heyyy! Could I request for an imagine for prompt 83? An ot7 platonic bts 8th reader crack / fluff? Like they’re playing around and it gets a wee bit competitive? 😅

prompt: “if you want me, come and get me, motherfuckers.”

pairing: platonic!bts ot7 x gender neutral!reader

genre: crack >:), fluff

warnings: strong language?? should that be a warning?

words: 1.3k

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You looked seriously into Taehyung’s eyes, determined that you would get it right no matter what he did. The stakes were high as your team was only one point away from winning.

Tae meowed.

“Monkey!”

There was a brief pause before several different things happened at once.

“Monkey?! I meow and the first animal you think of is monkey, oh my god. Can I hit you?” Taehyung looked at Jin for permission, “Can I hit Y/n?”

“Yah! I can’t help it if you sound like a monkey all the time; you never evolved past caveman! That’s natural selection Tae! Aish, why couldn’t you just evolve past caveman brain.” You whined and messed with your hair in frustration. Jimin and Jungkook looked on in despair as now the Hyung team was a point closer to winning the game and now the two teams were tied. Hoseok and Jin did all they could not to pass out from laughter while Yoongi just nodded to your exclamation like it was universal knowledge that most people, indeed, did not evolve past caveman brain. Namjoon looked like he would like to end his suffering and was contemplating if it was too late to resign as leader. He should let Yeontan take up the mantle. Or maybe get a lizard. Lizards are patient and wise, right?

Ah yes, the elegance that was animal association; where you make an animal noise and if your partner gets it right then the team gets a point. If your partner gets it wrong, then the other team gets the point. Simple really.

Well, unless it came to you, apparently. There was really a 50/50 chance with you.

It was your birthday and you were all gathered in the dorm living room, having a mini party to celebrate while v-living the event. It seemed like the mass lack of IQ you had spread and lowered the general intelligence of everyone in your vicinity though, as Taehyung exclaimed;

“You never evolved past tadpole brain!” He pointed back at you and you had half a mind to bite his finger.

Before you could act on your biting instincts, Jimin laid a hand on your shoulder with a grim expression on his face. “Even I knew it was a cat, Y/n-ah.”

There was obviously something missing in their brain functions because no, that was definitely a monkey. You lunged for the phone to consult ARMY in the decision but Namjoon had enough sense to pull it away from you before you did something rash. Coincidently, you tripped trying to get up to get it back from the leader, and he just looked down at you with something akin to utter misery for this game in his eyes. Or maybe it was war flashbacks. Probably war flashbacks.

Hoseok couldn’t help it; he was basically wheezing he was laughing so hard and Jin went to help you up, though, he was laughing too and almost fell on you in the process. Yoongi was trying his best not to laugh but he kinda looked like the embodiment of the 👁👄👁 face to you.

“Hey! We can still win this, team! They can still get the next one wrong!” Jungkook exclaimed with determination in his eyes. Jimin nodded along with him as you four sat off to the side and the four eldest got together. It was Jin and Yoongi’s turn and Jin thought of an animal that they haven’t done yet.

He hissed.

There was a tense few seconds before Yoongi, quite confidently, replied with “Hedgehog.”

Jin’s eyes widened as he smiled, that caused Hoseok to whoop in victory because if Jin was acting like that then Yoongi had obviously gotten it right. “Aish, you’re so smart.” Jin complimented. Yoongi smiled and looked at the younger ones with smug victory in his eyes. Namjoon sighed like the long suffering parent he was.

It only goes downhill from here.

Your poor brain struggled to make sense of it. “Hedgehog?! What the fuck?! Do hedgehog’s even hiss!?”

This time Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi started laughing and celebrating their victory while your other three team members looked at you.

You met Jungkook’s cold stare first, “I am going to defenestrate you.” Then they all lunged at you. You yelled and bolted up, grabbing one of those sticky, stretching rubber hand things you can throw at walls to get them to stick there. (if you know, you know) You had insisted you have them as party favors.

You ran around the couch so there was something between you and the other three maknaes. “But we live on the fourth floor!”

“Exactly!” Jimin added, “Maybe if you hit your head hard enough you can gain some brain function back!” Tae continued.

They ran around one way as you ran around the other. You used your sticky hand to hit them in the face when you could while the Hyung line stood a respectful distance away from the chaos and got it on camera.

“Pause!” You yelled and you all froze. You pointed at them while they pointed back at you. Hoseok started laughing again because it reminded him of the one cartoon spider-man meme.

You smirked at them, “If you want me, come and get me, motherfuckers!” Then you bolted away and the poor hyungs didn’t realize you were running to them before it was too late. You hid behind Namjoon as Jimin, Jungkook, and Tae came at you.

You growled and barked at them like the rapid animal you were and it spoked Namjoon enough to almost drop the phone (that was still running the v-live, by the way).

“Did you just bark?” Yoongi said in disbelief while Hobi and Jin also had a look of confusion mixed with concern mixed with slight horror directed at you. Namjoon quickly moved out of the way so he didn’t contract whatever brain cell eating illness you had. You moved to get behind him again before the other young ones could get to you.

He would would have poked you back with a stick if he had one, “Back! Stay back I say!”

You paled when you realized that you had no cover and bolted down the hallway, Jimin hot on your feet and the other two not to far behind.

The hyung’s followed to wherever you were going to make sure everyone made it out somewhat still intact.

You ran into your room and only paused momentarily when you saw that, huh, when did you open the window?, before regaining your senses and dodgeing the three others as they came barreling into the room.

So, the scene looked like this. You on one side, closest to your closet and desk, while Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were across from you, backs facing the weirdly opened window. The four oldest were watching on with non concealed laughter and amusement (well three of them were, Namjoon looked a little bit like he wanted a nap.)

With nothing between you and your attackers, you did the last thing you could do; which was throw the sticky green hand at them.

You missed and you all watched as it went falling out the window.

There was a few seconds of nothing before you all jumped at the sound of Hoseok’s phone. He looked at it and then back at the other members.

“It’s Sejin Hyung.” He answered the call and put it on speaker.

“Hoseok-ah, would you like to explain the sticky, green, ... hand thing that just flew out your dorm window and into Y/n’s cake?” That was Bang PD’s voice. Which only meant one thing; their boss was with their manager and they had just witnessed you throwing something out the window and landing in your cake.

Wait, it landed in your cake?!

“Wah! It landed in my cake?!” You whined in misery as Hoseok couldn’t help the incredulous giggle that escaped him. It was quiet on both sides before you heard your manager laugh from the other line.

After that it was a domino effect and you all started laughing, even Bang PD himself. While laughing you still couldn’t help the little whines that escaped you.

“But what about my cake??”

[end]

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end note: PLEASE, i live for crack fics you guys. along with writing angst (which i seem to write the most, for whatever reason) crack is one of my favorite things to write. i feel like i get to really just let my already deteriorating mental stability go and write whatever comes to mind with prompts like these so i had sooo much fun! thank you so so so much for the request anonie! i loved it so much and i hope you like it as much as i did 💜

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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“Hey Virgil what’s up I’m coming down there!”

The sudden shouting didn’t phase Virgil, nor did the body that abruptly launched itself over the back of the couch to clumsily land on top of him. He merely sighed as he watched the fgure shift for just a second until he was resting comfortably on Virgil’s waist.

“Get off me, Remus,” he said without a hint of surprise.

“Sorry, scaredy-cat,” Remus said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “Brain said raspberries on the tummy right now.”

Virgil did a double take, mouth dropping open a bit as he stammered, “Wait, what--”

Remus had Virgil’s shirt pulled halfway up his torso before he could finish the sentence, and within a second the creative side has his mouth latched onto Virgil’s stomach as he blew the noisiest raspberry he could manage.

Virgil shrieked, arching his back and digging his heels into the couch on reflex. “Noohmygodwhy?”

Remus shrugged, shifting his head so he could press a few smaller raspberries onto the spot where Virgil’s belly met his side. “Raspberries go brr.”

Virgil gasped for breath, hands scrambling to grab any part of Remus to push him away. “That’s not-- not the meme-- nohohoho!”

His words were lost to his peals of laughter as Remus began peppering his ribs with raspberries, alternating between sides to keep Virgil on the edge of insanity. His hands had moved downwards to squeeze at Virgil’s sides and tummy, and Virgil fought like a rodeo bull to throw the dark side off of him.

“Yohohou-- suhuhuck!” he screamed, jerking when Remus curled his fingers into the divot at his waist just as he blew a raspberry on his opposite side. “Stohohop!”

Remus pulled away, but he didn’t get off of Virgil. Instead laid his chin down onto Virgil’s heaving chest, folding his arms under his head as he watched the emo side regain his breath.

“Wanna do me next?” he asked when Virgil finally regained his composure. He looked at Remus for all of two seconds before sighing in resignation mixed with amusement.

“Fine,” he replied, and suddenly Remus was being shoved off of his chest with a squeal, Virgil easily flipping him around until he was on his stomach with Virgil holding both of his legs in a tight grip.

“Raspberries go brr,” he said before Remus could question it, and in the next second he was blowing raspberries all over the backs of Remus’ knees, his grip on Remus’ ankles tightening as the dark side gasped and squawked.

“Ahahahaha!” he cried out, shoving his face into the couch cushions as Virgil switched back and forth between his knees. Virgil shifted his hold so he could grasp both of Remus’ ankles with one hand, allowing his other hand to spider delicately over the back of the knee that wasn’t currently getting raspberried.

“You literally could’ve just asked,” Virgil reminded him, his fingers and his mouth switching spots so quickly that Remus couldn’t even stop laughing to reply. His legs kicked wildly; Virgil stopped after just a few more seconds, not wanting to get kicked in the face (and because he knew Remus’ could only handle so much on his deathspot).

“That was evil,” Remus panted, an ear-to-ear grin on his face that wasn’t just the result of the tickles. Virgil rolled his eyes at the pride in the other side’s voice.

“You started it,” he reminded him, poking Remus’ kneepit and making him squeak.

“You liked it, though!” he sang back at Virgil. “We both know my instincts are never wrong, huh, tickle-me-emo?”

Virgil silenced him by reaching around to squeeze the spot above his knees and sending him back into loud laughter. “Just shut up and take it, meme-lord.”

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #minific #switch!remus #switch!virgil #if this was a full fic i would call it 'impulse control'#or possibly 'olivia has the punchline of a meme stuck in her head and therefore this was born'#anyways have this short nonsense *throws it and runs away*#i wrote this in an hour don't @ me

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