#Gerald Lee

[soulmusicsongs]

Mr. Jonathan - Gerald Lee (Black Shampoo (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 1976, 2007)

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hi!! i love your fics!

i was wondering whether i can request melissa x reader with prompt 59, please

melissa doesn’t understand how r can find her body attractive so r proceeds to point out reasons why she loves mel and her body

you can choose the direction from there :)

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader

Summary— Melissa and Reader go to a Pennsylvania Education Gala. Melissa asks Reader about a compliment, so Reader shows Melissa exactly what she means… Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them as well as your request! I would love to write this for you!! I went with mainly fluff and a little smut at the end. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, mostly fluff, compliments, flustering, implied insecurity, implied self-worth issues, kissing, teasing, marking, light taunting, top/bottom relations, soft dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs, waiting by the door.

“Are you ready, ‘hun?” The redhead called out to you in the kitchen.

“Yea coming!!” You called back.

You popped out of the kitchen, finishing putting on your shoes with a smile. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Melissa. She and you were going to a PA education gala. And Melissa was wearing a long, fitting, dark green dress. You gulped and blushed slightly at the sight of the woman, coming up to her ready to go.

“You look… really good…” you breathed out the compliment.

Melissa looked away and blushed lightly.

She never could take a compliment.

“Oh hush now, we’re going to be late…!” The older woman exclaimed, dramatically dragging you out of the house.

The gala itself was a little boring. The only thing redeeming was the free alcohol and getting to see Melissa all dressed up and sexy. The redhead could feel your gaze on you all night.

Later on, as Melissa and you, arms linked were making your rounds to her colleagues. You eventually reached Barbara, one of Melissa’s closest teacher friends.

“Y/N, it is lovely to finally meet you, my dear!” Barbara exclaimed, taking you into a quick embrace, then pulling an older man into the conversation, “Melissa, Y/N, this is my husband.”

You all exchanged pleasantries, before Barbara began asking about you and Melissa.

“Yes, I am so lucky to be able to call this attractive woman my girlfriend…!” You exclaimed, squeezing Melissa’s arm in emphasis.

Melissas entire face practically went red at your comment, and she was quick to grab another drink to hide her reddened face. She cheekily nipped your side in retaliation, making you squeak.

After you and her had made all the rounds, the two of you sat at your table and shared a moment.

“Hey ‘Hun…?” Melissa spoke.

“Yea?” You chirped, looking at your redhead girlfriend.

“You… find this attractive?” She asked, your comment obviously still sticking out in her mind.

You gasped lightly at Melissa’s sudden vulnerable and insecure tone. It sounded like she was about to cry. You immediately took her hand in yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Of course I find you attractive, Baby… You are beautiful.” You comfort the woman.

Melissa then looked over to you with slightly watery eyes.

“You really mean that…?” She said in a cracked, wobbly tone.

Your heart nearly broke at the sight. You knew that Melissa hadn’t ever been loved and cared for properly, but it never ceased to make you distraught at how she wasn’t used to love and care and concern.

You took a deep breath and then got up. Melissa looked at you in question and confusion.

“Come on, Let’s go, Mel…” you hum under your breath.

“I… I don’t understand…” Melissa stammered, as you lead her by the hand out of the gala.

“Baby, we said our rounds to everybody, no one will think twice if we leave. And… there’s something I need to do.” You explain, hooking your arm around Melissa’s and leading her out into the cold night.

The drive home was fairly silent, you kept your right hand reassuringly wrapped around Melissa’s hands while you drove. You got home, and you had Melissa come sit with you on the living room couch. You placed a hand on your back and comforted the woman.

“What… what do you need to do…?” Melissa asked, recalling your comment as you had insisted on leaving the gala.

You turned to Melissa with a smile, then getting up and kneeling in front of the woman’s closed legs. Melissa breath caught in her throat, and she looked at you in question.

“I… w-what…?” She stammered, as you took her hands in her lap and comforted her.

You looked up at the woman with love and care in your gaze.

“It has come to my attention that you need to be reminded why you are so beautiful and attractive… and why you deserve to be showered with love.” You hum, bringing her hands to your lips and beginning to kiss each knuckle, one at a time.

Melissa blushed and turned her head to look away. You immediately stopped all your administrations.

“Nuh uh… look at me, amore…” you purr in insistence.

Melissa’s gaze bashfully turned back to you, her face reddened once more.

“Good girl, thank you, baby…” you hummed in praise, kissing her knuckles one by one once more.

Melissa watched your every move with growing and darkening pupils.

“God your hands are perfect…” you purred, as you began to kiss parts of her palms, “Not only do you use them everyday to help and educate your kids at school, but they’re so sexy…” you husked.

Melissa gulped and her mouth partially opened to speak (most likely to refute your compliments), but a firm cock of an eyebrow from you made Melissa sit in her flustered state and accept the praise.

Your kisses migrated to the redheads wrists and lower arms. You took even more time with each affectionate kiss, suck, and bite, leaving a few marks along the way.

“Your arms… are so strong and gorgeous…” you cooed lovingly, slowly moving from her left arm to her right, “You always hold up the weight of the world on them… But sometimes, it’s better to let people help you carry the weight, amore…”

Your kisses moved to her upper arms, and Melissa in response, instinctually opened her legs wide for you. You smirked and slotted yourself still on your knees, in between her legs, so that you were right up against the couch with your chest. Melissa’s heart and cunt flutter in tandem at your closeness.

Once you were satisfied with the arm kisses, you stood up and gave the woman your hand. She took it in curiosity and stood up.

“Your dress… The way it clings to your curves… the way the green accentuates your hair and eyes…” you hum, running your hands up and down the garment and her figure, “You look stunning, baby…”

Shivers run up and down Melissa’s spine. You then gently helped her out for the dress, letting it pool on the ground, before guiding Melissa to sit back on the couch.

You knelt back in between her legs, then proceeding to take her heels off. You kissed her feet, toe by toe, making sure to make eye contact with Melissa after each little suck, nibble, and kiss.

“Your feet… they’ve taken you so far in life… you’ve accomplished so much…” you purr, “And maybe one day, you’ll step on me with them…”

You said that last bit with a wink before moving on to kiss and suck along her legs and up to her knees, one leg at a time. Melissa nearly choked on her own breath from your words and wink. She hated to admit it, but all your praise was melting her heart. And making her wet…

You kissed and marked her legs up to her thighs, now on your standing knees looking up at Melissa.

“Your legs are precious… Also so strong, like the rest of you… They always look so pretty crushing my head…” you cooe cheekily, smirking at the end.

You spread her legs even further, before leaning down and starting to caress and love on her thighs. Melissas eyes fluttered and her mouth went silently open, as your hot mouthed kisses went towards her inner thighs, closer and closer to her core.

“Your thighs… they’re so thick and marvelous… love how they bounce when you walk… love how they suffocate me…” you husk.

Melissa had gotten the message. Her face was burning red and she was riled up enough. One of her hands snaked into your hair and tried to silently guide you or her core, implying how badly she needed you.

But you waved her off with ease, not done making your point. While one hand held her thighs open, your other snaked around the back of her neck. You looked up to the red head, guiding her to lean down toward you with your hand on her neck. You stared at the woman with unadulterated lust in your eyes and parted lips. Her gaze was now unabashedly meeting yours, filled with lust and joy.

You leaned forward and connected your lips to hers. Your lips intermingled with hers in a light, loving, yet passion filled kiss. But you pulled away much too soon to Melissa’s dismay, leaving her whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Your lips are better than perfection… they’re soft and plump… and so delicious…” you cooed lustfully into the redheads ear, “And your voice… God, I think I could cum from it alone…” you groaned out.

“Enough Cucciolina.” Melissa breathed out, her tone low, sultry, and filled with lust.

Your breath hitched at the pet name, and you bit your lip, awaiting the woman’s next words eagerly. Melissa then guided your head back down to her cunt. She gazed down upon you on your knees, her eyes dark and dominating, now believing in her power thanks to your praise and showing her.

“I keep hearing all this talk about how attractive you find me…” she purred, “That’s all talk… Why don’t ya’ show me, Cucciola…?”

Your eyes widened and you blushed slightly. Her hand then urged you face first into her clothed clit and you happily teased the woman through the thin material. You groaned, quickly taking your hand from her neck and scrambling to remove her panties. Melissa shifted her hips upward, and you quickly removed the lousy excuse for underwear, throwing it aside.

“You’re so beautiful…” you groaned, as you caught sight of the woman’s gleaming, slick pussy, before diving into her cunt and making Melissa’s head loll back with a moan.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[radiantrookie]

Shadow Generations ending with "Without You"

Original by @existingdebeing

[plipple]

nearly posted on the wrong blog! anyway

[theactioneer]

Brandon Lee, Gerald Okamura & Dolph Lundgren, Showdown in Little Tokyo (1991)

[antidarkartist]

Y'all, I am not prepared for the Stobotnik divorce arc, Destiel emotionally devastated me, and I love Stobotnik more... I am not prepared for the emotional turmoil that will be forced upon me (I shouldn't have watched the trailer before going to school)

[shinigami-striker]

The Baddies of Sonic 3 (Movie) | Saturday, 11.30.24

The baddies in the upcoming Sonic the Hedgehog 3 movie. Who's your favorite out of the four?

Sonic the Hedgehog 3 will premiere on Friday, December 20, 2024 in theatres.

[weirdlookindog]

Last Rites (1980)

AKA Dracula's Last Rites

[enjolrasapproves]

All eyes on Gerry

[randomfoggytiger]

Developed Psychic Ability and Death

Psychics in The X-Files aren't born with their ability-- they develop it:

Luther Lee Boggs, Beyond the Sea

Meeting the souls of his victims before his near death.

Clyde Bruckman, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose

Obsessing over the chance death of a celebrity.

Robert Modell, Pusher

Dying from a sudden, aggressive brain tumor.

Gerald Schnauz, Unruhe

Cracking under the pain of his sister's (and father's) death.

John Lee Roche, Paper Hearts

Creating a connection with Mulder through his dead victims.

Harold Spuller and his boss, Elegy

Impending death allows them to see the spirits of their bowling customers.

Linda Bowman, Kitsunegari

Her dying brother's abilities connecting to and awakening her own.

Philip Padgett, Milagro

Hyperfixating on Dr. Naciamento's death (ala Clyde Bruckman) and his confusion and displacement (ala Bruckman's psychotic foe.)

Mulder, The Sixth Extinction

Breaking down and dying because of the over acceleration of his brain via an alien "source of life" artifact (though not technically caused by death, it's tied into the mytharc which is tied to Gibson Praise which is tied to psychic ability. To be explored in the future.)

And lest she be forgotten:

Scully, Beyond the Sea/The Blessing Way/Elegy/A Christmas Carol/All Souls/Orison/Within/This Is Not Happening/etc.

Being faced with her father's posthumous spirit; and being visited by dying, dead, or returning souls.

The principle applies for Maggie and Melissa Scully as well, though we are not privy to the inciting incidents behind both of their abilities.

This pattern remains the same throughout the series... with the glaring exceptions of Gibson Praise and William. Those exceptions, however, are the lynchpins ("the key to everything", if you will) that illustrate the connection between psychic ability in human beings and their shared but repressed alien DNA.

(Meta coming soon.)

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[kinglet1963]

I want to know what Gerald does for work BC miss Barb wears an obscene amount of pearls-

[coochiequeens]

It's never too late to expose the damage created by abusers and those who did nothing to stop abuse.

Ask Not: The Kennedys and the Women They Destroyed by Maureen Callahan review – a lacerating exposé

The journalist’s sickening account of how generations of Kennedys casually abused the women around them with impunity is a timely reminder of the dangers posed by damaged men who crave power

Peter Conrad Mon 8 Jul 2024

“Ask not,” said President Kennedy as he rallied young Americans to volunteer for national service in his inaugural address, “what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.” Kennedy had a stricter rule for the women in his life, as journalist Maureen Callahan reveals in her lacerating exposé: asking nothing in return, they were expected to do what their commander-in-chief required, which meant supplying him with sex whenever and wherever he fancied.

As a senator, JFK tried out his priapic power by impregnating a 15-year-old babysitter and positioning an aide beneath his desk to fellate him while he multitasked in his office. As president, he ushered White House secretaries upstairs after work for brief, brusque sessions of copulation and rewarded them with a post-coital snack of cheese puffs; at one lunchtime frolic in the basement swimming pool he instructed a young woman to orally relieve the tensions of a male crony and looked on in approval as she obeyed. His wife, Jackie, whom he infected with a smattering of venereal ailments, lamented that his assassination deprived her of the chance to vent her rage at him. Nevertheless, she embraced his naked body before it was placed in a casket at the Dallas hospital, bestowing a final, perhaps frosty kiss on his penis.

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By Sian Cainun 7 Jul 2024 23.38 EDTShare

The daughter of Nobel prize winner Alice Munro, Andrea Robin Skinner, has alleged that her stepfather sexually abused her as a child, and that her mother stayed with him even after he admitted to the abuse.

Skinner revealed the allegations in an essay and a news article in Canada’s Toronto Star on the weekend, writing about how her stepfather, Gerald Fremlin, began sexually assaulting her in 1976 when she was nine years old and he was in his 50s.

She alleged that Fremlin got into a bed where she was sleeping at her mother’s home in Clinton, Ontario, and sexually assaulted her. Skinner told her father, James Munro, whom she says did not tell Munro.

Over the following years, Skinner says Fremlin propositioned her, exposed himself to her, and “told me about the little girls in the neighbourhood he liked”. Skinner said he stopped assaulting her when she became a teenager, but she developed bulimia, insomnia and migraines, which she attributed to the abuse.

In 2005, Skinner went to the police. Fremlin, then 80, was charged with indecent assault against Skinner and pleaded guilty. He received a suspended sentence and two years’ probation. Munro stayed with Fremlin until he died in 2013.

Munro, who was regarded as one of the greatest short-story writers of all time and won the Nobel prize for literature in 2013, died last month at the age of 92.

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[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 8)

I will admit. Initially this was going to be much longer, but I cut it where I was initially going to put a timeskip. This one feels like a lotta filler but dw, I got something big planned ;3

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“I'm not going to pull you up…”

“Without you, I become leader of the Toppat Clan…”

“Just wanted to look you in the eyes as I took it all back…”

“Goodbye…”

Plummeting into the freezing sea, it wasn't that face of calm superiority that Henry remembered. It was the anger, the pain driven by fear that he'd seen in the beginning. When Reginald demanded he fixed his Right Hand Man. When Reginald had blamed Henry for everything. Those last words uttered from Reginald's mouth weren't what echoed in his mind as he felt his own body shutting down on him. It was the first ones.

“FIX HIM!”

He gasped sharply as he woke up, staring up at the dark green fabric fluttering above him. He was still in the tent, still laying in that cot.

“Hey, Henry, you're finally up!” he suddenly heard from the tent entrance, sitting up to see Charles, dressed like he'd been going about his day for quite some time now.

“I'm surprised you slept through the general's call, I never can, but you! I have to admit Henry, it's weirdly impressive. But you can't sleep all day! You still haven't met everyone yet! Lucky for you, General just likes to have us run drills in the mornings and then we can hang out the rest of the day if we don't have important tasks to do. Eel and Andrew are gonna be busy a while, but Quentin and Madd said they'd help show you around! The Bukowski twins wanted to come, but Vicky's taking them over to target practice- Oh, you still need to meet Vicky! Oh, by the way, tomorrow you've got some acclimation practices with Phlex. Hopefully to make him less… violent around you.”

Henry let himself relax as Charles rambled, letting the friendly sound help push away the dream.

It's over… it's over…

“Uh, you ok over there, Henry?” the pilot suddenly cut into his thoughts, and he nodded, standing.

“Yeah, I-I'm fine. Just… getting used to waking up normally again. Give me a sec,” he assured him.

“Alright, just, be quick getting ready, Quentin is not very patient,” the pilot advised before popping back out of the tent. Henry sighed as he looked at his clothes. Let's get it going, then.

After getting ready, Henry walked out of the tent, looking out at the base, buzzing with activity. He looked up at the overcast sky as a single helicopter took off, gripping the strap of his bag tightly.

“Heyyy, Henry, you're finally ready! I grabbed you something from the mess hall for breakfast, you like apples, right?” the pilot asked as he ran up, gently tossing one into Henry's hands, not waiting for an answer. “Quentin and Madd should be over soon, they're talking to General Galeforce about a tent change, y'know, because of the whole Phlex and Mac situation. Oh! And we're gonna have visitors in a couple of days! I hope it's Major Panzer's section, I'd love for you to meet them, too! Oh!” Suddenly his gaze turned behind Henry, and he followed his gaze to see two of Charles's squadmates. “Quentin, Madd, we're over here!”

“Stickmin, you are up! I thought Charlie was bullshitting us,” Madd greeted as him and the older pilot approached. Henry nodded a bit, and Madd put a hand on his shoulder as they reached the two.

“So, ready for the grand tour, Henry? Charlie says you like the place so far, so I've got a feeling you're gonna like the rest of it!”

“That, and we have several other people here we need to introduce you to,” Quentin added as he began to lead the small group. “Who's first, boys?”

“How about Anthony? Heard he's hanging out with Smokah and Turtle. Might wanna meet the new guy,” Madd suggested, giving Quentin a knowing look as he stopped dead in his tracks, before turning back to Madd.

“I know what you're doing. No.”

“C'mon! It's a perfect opportunity! Besides, he has to meet them sometime,” the sniper argued, and the oldest sighed.

“If we're going to introduce Henry to Anthony, that's the only thing we're doing. Understood?”

“Check, now c'mon! I still remember where they are!” Madd announced as he took the lead, bringing them over a jeep where three soldiers were smoking. Or more accurately, two were smoking, one was pacing and rambling endlessly about some kind of explosive device idea.

“Henry, meet Anthony Lee, Smokah Tyeson, and-”

“Codename Turtle, pleased to meet ya!” she cut off Madd's introduction, taking Henry's hand and shaking it quickly. “I'm the demowoman, the boom behind the bounty hunters division! Heard you met Eel already, that's good, but you still need to meet Frog, right? Hey Frog, get over here!” her words came out rushed and energetic, something Henry remembered Eel had warned him about. Another soldier came over, dressed similarly to Turtle, and Henry assumed this was Frog.

“Hey there, Henry, I’ve heard a lot,” he greeted, shaking Henry’s hand in a far more calm fashion. “I’m Frog, as you might have heard Turtle screaming. You’ve got quite the reputation, but we’re glad to have you on our side. Quent, Madd, Charlie,” he nodded to the other three.

“Frog,” they chorused behind Henry, before Charles stepped forward.

“It’s nice to see you guys, and to introduce Henry. We’re giving him a little tour and meet-and-greet with everyone!” the pilot announced, and one of the other soldiers coughed in response. Smokah, if Henry had the names right.

“Well, kid, hope you like overcast and gas fumes, ‘cause that’s what you’re in for,” he remarked in a gruff, almost pained voice.

“You sure that’s not just the cloud of smoke that follows you everywhere?” the other one, Anthony, remarked, earning a pointed glare from Smokah. He turned to Henry. “Don’t take any of that too literally, half of us have money on him dying from lung cancer before anywhere out there.”

“Fuck you, these things make me stronger and you know it,” he grumbled, snuffing out a butt and lighting a new one.

“I will admit to that, these things do seem to give him some kinda power. But you smell and sound awful, and frankly we’re worried about you,” Anthony noted as he turned back to the chainsmoker, who just huffed in response. Or possibly coughed, Henry couldn’t tell.

“At least I’ve got something going for me. I’m the character in the movie you can’t help but get attached to, you’re the nameless soldier who gets shot in the face in the first scene.”

“God, why is that always what you go to? Besides, I’m more like the soldier who’s got a few interesting stories and the audience finds him relatable.”

“Yeah, these two idiots have a habit of comparing each other to movie tropes. It seems silly now, but wait until you’ve spent months around them, you’ll see how quickly it get soooooo annoyingggg,” Turtle complained, leaning on Henry. He was surprised by how he almost felt uncomfortable with the proximity. Thankfully, Charles stepped in before Henry had to say anything.

“Turtle, careful, he’s still getting used to the augmentations! You might break him!” he warned, pulling her off him gently, but her eyes visibly lit up before she grabbed Henry’s arm.

“Ohhh, I’m such an oblivious bitch, how didn’t I see this? It’s so cool! Can your arm transform? Do you have any weapons? Is it just a normal arm?” she began rambling, looking at Henry as she tapped along the sensors.

“It’s got a couple of different options. I’m hoping they haven’t taken anything away, though I’m not sure I could bear it if they added more upgrades. But if I do have some pretty cool weapons. You guys mind if I show you the minigun?”

“You have a minigun?!” Charles asked in response, his eyes wide.

“Hell yeah, let’s see it!” Madd answered excitedly.

“We don’t have time for that! Maybe tomorrow, but right now, we’re in the middle of something,” Quentin cut in, earning ‘boo’s from the younger squad members.

“As bad as I wanna see the minigun, Quent’s right. We can see it tomorrow, after that thing that Galeforce wanted to do with him,” Anthony added. “But right now, you guys are busy. He’s still gotta meet everyone else.”

“I- Y-yeah, so, c’mon, Drake and Hank are over by the choppers, and I’ve got a Blackhawk to make sure those newbies in engineering didn’t fuck up. C’mon,” the bearded pilot ordered as he led the others away, though Henry was able to catch him blushing as they departed.

As they approached the helicopter pads, they were greeted by another soldier, who stopped Quentin in his path.

“Ain’t ya gonna introduce me to the newbie, here?” he asked in a surprisingly deep voice, pointing to Henry

“Oh shit, yeah, Gruff, this is Henry. He’s the guy that Charles saved in the Jungle mission,” Quentin informed him, motioning to Henry, who waved a bit awkwardly.

“Ah, yeah, I remember now. Should’ve seen the arm, that’s on me. Welcome to base, Henry, hope you like it here,” he said, shaking Henry’s hand. Henry nodded a bit.

“Glad to say I do so far. You guys have just been so… welcoming, I’m honestly surprised.”

“Are you kidding? You took out the whole Toppat Clan, the very same Toppat Clan that’s been pissing off the general for years. He’s so much nicer to be around now, it’s amazing.”

“Right, well, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got other people to meet up with and not a lot of time to get it done. It was good seeing you, though,” Quentin told him, and Gruff nodded.

“Right, I gotta meet up with Josh anyway, I’m taking him down to Captain Grit’s target practice she’s running. You guys should pop over once you’re done, though, I think she’d like Henry!”

“That’s the plan. Seeya later, Gruff!” Madd said as Gruff left, and the four continued on.

[veryblushyswitch]

Arnold S. and Gerald J. ~ (best friend tickle hcs) 🏈

These best buds deserve some tickle content! 🏈

🏈 ~ Arnold is such a sensitive little guy. Both emotionally and physically. Of course Gerald takes advantage of it.

🏈 ~ They've known each other since preschool, so tickle fights were a constant occurrence when they found the other was ticklish.

🏈 ~ Arnold is usually on the receiving end of it. Gerald has both an older brother and a younger sister, so he's got his fair share of knowledge on how to tickle someone.

🏈 ~ Arnold gets him from time to time, but it only happens if Arnold is able to get at Gerald's worst spots or get him by surprise.

🏈 ~ Gerald doesn't hate being tickled, but he gets it enough at home so he doesn't necessarily like it or seek it out.

🏈 ~ Gerald is all about his cool image, and if it got out that he got tickle attacked by his big bother, and sometimes his little sister, he would never leave his room again.

🏈 ~ Arnold, being an only child, never had that type of sibling relationship so he really appreciates the friendship he has with Gerald. Especially the brotherly things like tickle fights.

🏈 ~ Arnold never knew it was something he looked forward to until it became a regular occurrence at sleepovers.

🏈 ~ Gerald had a hunch that Arnold didn't mind being tickled when he noticed how little he would put up a fight against him. And how Arnold would playfully provoke him in a way to get Gerald to retaliate.

🏈 ~ When Gerald asked about him about it, he didn't even know how much he enjoyed being tickled at first until Gerald made him think about it.

🏈 ~ He realized it was a comforting and fun thing to him. Something that brings him closer to his friends and family.

🏈 ~ While he would never judge anyone else for feeling the same way he does, he can't help but feel a bit flustered about it since it's so silly.

🏈 ~ Gerald assures him it's nothing to be embarrassed about. And, in his teasy little voice, that he'd tickle him whenever he wants. Cue Arnold becoming a stammering mess- 💖

🏈 ~ Gerald tickles Arnold to get him to go to bed when Gerald's ready to sleep but Arnold is still up and has some energy. Gerald gets wake up tickles tho because Arnold gets up at fucking 7am even on the weekends.

🏈 ~ Gerald loves sneaking up behind Arnold in school and tasing his sides. Arnold always jumps and Gerald loves it.

🏈 ~ Arnold’s favorite way to receive tickles from Gerald are during tickle fights. Although the doesn’t really mind when he just full on tackles Arnold to the ground and wrecks him.

🏈 ~ Gerald has to keep up his cool tickle monster persona ✨

🏈 ~ Gerald is so sassy and teasy when he’s tickling Arnold. He’s also a sarcastic little guy.

🏈 ~ Saying stuff like, “Dang, Arnold. I think my ears are ringing because of how loud that squeal was.”

“I wonder if this spot will work~” (he knows it’s one of Arnold’s worst spots)

“Ya know, for someone who’s so chill all the time, you sure are making a heck of a lot of noise right now. I wonder what Helga would think if she knew~”

🏈 ~ Arnold is teasy too. Gerald snorts and Arnold can’t help but giggle everytime he does and says that he sounds like Abner. (Arnold’s pet pig) 🐽

🏈 ~ Arnold is the only person Gerald knows who actually doesn't mind being tickled. He playfully teases Arnold about it of course, never in a mean way though. Gerald thinks it matches his personality.

🏈 ~ Arnold never really gets flustered about things, so seeing him get all blushy and embarrassed about tickling is so hilarious to Gerald.

🏈 ~ And Gerald doesn't mind tickling him either. It's fun and he never really gets to be on the giving side of it thanks to his older brother. He tickles his younger sister sometimes, but it's more fun with Arnold.

🏈 ~ If Arnold is going on about something that involves his friends and he feels the need to help, Gerald will interrupt and tickle him to pieces.

🏈 ~ Of course Gerald will actually talk with him, but he needs to remind Arnold every now and then that he doesn’t need to get stressed and solve everyone’s problems.

🏈 ~ There have been days where Arnold was stressed about things, and he felt lee moods for the first time. He had now idea what they were or even how to deal with them.

🏈 ~ He talked to Gerald about how he felt this fluttery feeling, almost like butterflies, and how he can't stop smiling or blushing. Gerald had a feeling he knew what to do.

🏈 ~ Since then, Gerald always knew when Arnold was in a lee mood or in need of a little stress reliever.

🏈 ~ Arnold has trained Abner to help him tickle Gerald. However, that heavily backfired on him when Gerald used his tactic right back at him.

🏈 ~ Gerald has for sure teased Arnold about a scenario where Helga, or the girl he had a crush on at the time, learned he was ticklish. Arnold had never felt so flustered in his life-

🏈 ~ Poor little guy 💖

🏈 ~ When Arnold and Helga started dating, Gerald was the one who got Arnold to tell Helga about the tickling thing. As if Helga didn’t already know-

🏈 ~ Gerald and Helga for sure tickle Arnold together. Gerald spilled all of his ticklish secrets and weaknesses to her. Not to mention while they’re tickling him which makes it even more flustering.

🏈 ~ Helga and Gerald kinda form this frenemy type bond after Arnold and her started dating.

🏈 ~ Gerald claims he can tickle Arnold better since they’ve been friends for so long, but Helga being her competitive self and his girlfriend is of course always down to prove him wrong.

🏈 ~ Arnold would never admit it, but he’s so glad Gerald spilled the beans about everything he’s learned over the years to Helga.

🏈 ~ Overall, they are so besties and playfully roughhouse with each other a lot. And neither could ask for a better best friend.

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Gerald's Game by Stephen King

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