#'oh not bad preeteens are a good time to start-'

[theawkwardvirgin]

Me, watching The Last of Us: ....that’s a CGI baby

Me: that has to be a CGI baby. It’s too small and newborn to NOT be a CGI baby

Me: it’s nice that CGI is advanced enough that we can have newborn looking babies without having to, you know, put actual newborns through this stuff

Article: Twin 12 Day Old Babies Played-

Me:

Article: Actress said, “the performances by these babies were incredible”

Me:

Article: The Last of Us marks the first acting credits in their (very) young lives

Me:

Me: *screams*

[anasticklefics]

Mundane - Five’s Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Five, Allison

Summary: Five and Allison start talking about old times without realizing.

A/N: The fifth fic for this year’s Umbrella Academy tickle fic week! See more about it here. I hope you like it!

Words: 609

“Can you stop touching my knee, please.”

The way Five worded his demand as a gentle request was what made Allison look up. “What?”

“My knee. Stop touching it.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t even noticed she’d been tapping at his skin, the two of the side by side on the couch, with Five’s leg the perfect armrest. She’d not realized she’d been violating his space like that and withdrew her arm quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“S’all right. No harm done.” His aim for nonchalance nearly made her snort, but she felt she’d done enough provoking for one evening.

“Your skin is so smooth,” she said instead, glancing at the pale knee. “Your body hasn’t started producing much hair yet.”

He glanced at his knee. “It’s strange. I could barely remember being a preeteen and now I can’t escape it.”

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t reply, merely ran the tip of his finger over his kneecap. “I seem to already have that scar I remember, though.”

“Can I see?”

He lifted his knee a bit, the whole conversation strangely mundane, but so intimate it made Allison terrified of overstepping. “Just above the sock.”

She grabbed his leg and brought her face closer. “How did you get it?”

“Not from a fight, if you can believe it.”

She pressed her thumb gently to the skin, feeling it. “It’s barely visible.”

“I guess it’s one of those things you have to know about to see it.” His voice sounded strained and she promptly realized she was touching him again without permission.

“Dammit, I’m sorry, I forgot.”

He waved a hand at her. “Don’t worry about it. At least you apologize when you realize. Not so much can be said about literally any of our dear brothers. God, just thinking of Klaus squeezing my knee because he likes seeing me jump pisses me off.”

Allison let out a laugh. “That sounds like Klaus.”

“But don’t let Diego see it, because he’d never leave me alone.”

“Oh, I think he remembers your tickle spot either way.”

“You think?”

“It’s not something you forget. Especially not if you only have this one specific spot.”

He huffed. “Fuck.”

They grew silent as the conversation caught up with them both. How easily they had brought something so personal up. Something that had lived in the back of their minds, sugar coated in memories of a normal childhood even though normalcy had only been found in flickering moments. The siblings eating breakfast, the siblings bickering over the TV, Klaus tickling anything that breathed just because he relished in seeing their reactions. Allison could remember Five threatening his death if he touched his knees one more time. She’d just hadn’t connected the dots when he’d asked her to stop touching that particular spot so many years later.

He caught her eye when she turned to look at him. “Don’t you dare.”

“Who, I?” She placed a hand on her heart, all innocence and fluttering eyelashes. “I would never.”

“Good, because I remember how bad your neck is.”

“I feel like that was a challenge, though.”

He narrowed his eyes. “If you’re willing to lose, then fine, test your luck.”

Allison was strangely in the mood to lose. “I’d just like to hear you squeal.” “I don’t squeal- hey!”

It wasn’t a squeal, but it was close enough; Allison’s nails scribbling on the sensitive skin for just over a second before Five unleashed his revenge. But he seemed to have forgotten that Allison had once been a lethal tickler, and while she did end up losing eventually, the battle dragged out for longer than he’d probably expected. Allison had missed that laugh.