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tickly-trashcan · 4 years ago

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Oh my gosh yay prompts are open!!!! I’d love something that involves ticklish Ray and lers Emma and Norman! For prompt numbers I’ll give you 5 and 13 from prompt list A, and 8 and 27 from prompt list B. Maybe Ray is being too serious so Emma and Norman decide to tickle the heck out of him. Ticklish Ray is just so 🥺💖💖💖💖💖👏👏👏 I can’t I love him!! Hope you’re having a great week so far and have a great night!

Why So Serious? {Norman, Ray, and Emma}

A/N: back at it again with the gifs! they’re so cute, i love themmmm also thank you so so much for the request, I’m so excited to finally write a fic for tpn! I love Ray sm, he definitely deserves a lot of tickles! i feel like this one is a bit sloppy, i just got really excited writing for it nfdjd sorry about that. anyways, I hope you enjoy this one~!

Summary: Ray, Emma, and Norman have been plotting to escape the orphanage with the other children. But when Ray’s been acting too serious about it, Emma and Norman decide to teach him a lesson.

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)

“Ray, would you get your nose out of that book already?” Emma whined, laying on her tummy across from Ray, her head propped up on her elbows as she kicked her legs, bored.

“I need to see if there’s anything important in here to help us escape, Emma. This is a book from Minerva,” Ray said, flipping another page, completely ignoring Emma and Norman.

Emma pouted and looked over at Norman, who shrugged. She sighed, rolling onto her back as she looked up at the blue sky, clouds flying by overhead.

They had been planning their escape from the orphanage for a while now, but they were still trying to figure out what exactly the books left by William Minerva meant. They hadn’t made much progress in that regard, but they felt like they were at least getting a little bit closer.

Ray continued to scan the book, flipping the pages slowly and inspecting every inch of it that he could find. He sighed when he didn’t find anything interesting or that stood out on that page, and quickly turned to the next one, holding it close to his face in case he missed anything.

“You should put the book down, you’ve been reading for hours now,” Norman finally piped in, sitting next to Ray. He leaned over and looked at what Ray was reading, Ray finally looking up from the book to glance at Norman.

“Can I see it?” He asked, and Ray handed him the book, leaning back against the tree as he crossed his arms. Emma crawled over and peeked at the book as well, but quickly turned her attention back to Ray, pouting her lip out as she shoved his knee.

“You’re being too serious! It’s important that we escape, but we can’t let Mama find out. If you keep acting like you are she might figure out we’re up to something!”

“I’m acting like I normally do,” Ray said simply, glancing back at the book. He gestured for it and Norman handed it back after scanning the pages, Ray quickly going back to reading it.

Norman looked over at Emma who still looked pensive, and Norman sighed.

“Emma’s right, you’re acting way too serious,” Norman said, quietly sneaking up next to Ray, who was still leaning against the tree, completely absorbed in the book.

“What am I supposed to do, act like a total goofball like Emma?”

“Hey!”

Norman chuckled and Emma glared at him, Norman quickly halting his chuckles. They all sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound was the occasional turn of a page from the book. The other children from the orphanage ran around near them, laughing and having a fun time, completely unaware of the reality of their situation.

An idea creeped into Norman’s head after a while, and he grinned. He looked at Ray, who was nose-deep in the book and then looked at Emma, waving slightly to get her attention. Emma looked at Norman with curiosity as he gestured to Ray.

“Follow my lead,” He said, and Ray looked up from the book to glance over at Norman, who quickly pounced on the dark-haired boy, the book flying in the other direction.

“What - Hey, what are you doing!?”

They wrestled for a moment, Emma watching from the side, frantic and concerned at Norman’s sudden attack on Ray. She was surprised, however, when Ray’s laughter suddenly echoed around them.

She finally realized exactly what Norman was doing and her face lit up. Ray squirmed beneath Norman, who had his arms pinned to his chest as he scribbled his fingers up Ray’s sides, making him shriek with uncharacteristically loud laughter.

“N-Normahahahahahan! Stop it!” He wailed, squeaking when Emma ran over and latched her hands on his hips.

“Ehehehehehehemma!”

Ray covered his face in embarrassment, he would never get used to being tickled by his family. Norman snuck his hand under Ray’s arm, making him squeak.

“Stop covering your face!” Emma said, shoving one of her hands underneath Ray’s arm as well, her and Norman successfully making him bring his hands down as he tried to get their mischievous hands away from one of his worst spots.

They pulled away from Ray’s underarms, now going after new spots as Ray tried to keep both of them from tickling him, but to no avail.

“This is what happens when you’re too serious! Tickle tickle!” Emma teased, squeezing Ray’s hips as Norman danced his along Ray’s ribs. Ray clamped his arms down and tried to swat at Emma’s hands, but he could only do so much to protect himself against his ticklers.

Norman and Emma laughed along with Ray, it was always fun to see how sensitive he was to tickling. He was easily the most ticklish out of the three, and once they had discovered that, tickle attacks and tickle fights had become rather common between the trio. Ray was often the main victim of tickle attacks, much to his dismay.

Some of the other kids began to gather around at the sound of Ray’s almost yelling laughter as it echoed throughout the whole area.

“We’ll stop if you promise to get your nose out of that stupid book, right Emma?”

“Yup!”

“I-It’s not stuhuhuhuhuhupid! It’s importahahahahahant!” Ray wailed.

“Hey Ray, what happens when I tickle you… here?” Norman asked, fluttering his fingers against Ray’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his shoulders, Norman laughing along with Ray.

“Oh wow, you’re super ticklish here!” Norman teased, smiling widely as Ray shrieked, his face bright red from laughing and embarrassment.

Norman used his other hand to dig under Ray’s arm, making him clamp his arms down as Emma skittered her fingers all over his tummy. Ray arched his back as he cackled madly, squirming from side to side as he tried to fend off the horrible sensations.

“Geez, Ray seems more ticklish than last time,” Emma said, and Ray kicked his leg as she squeezed his knee.

“N-Nohohohot as much as y-you! Dihihihihihimwit!” Ray said, still cackling.

Emma gasped offendedly and Norman clicked his tongue, burying both hands under Ray’s arms again as Ray arched his back, squealing.

“Now now, Ray… You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish. Especially considering what position you’re in right now~” Norman teased, wiggling his fingers around in an agonizingly ticklish way as Ray could do nothing but laugh, so hysterical at this point that he couldn’t even get a word out.

Emma pouted, still mad that Ray had called her a dimwit and she glanced towards his flailing legs. An idea popped into her head as she grinned, quickly running over to Ray’s legs.

“Dohohohohohon’t you dahahare! Emma!” Ray yelled, kicking his legs around and almost kicking Emma in the face. She dodged quickly and grabbed his ankles, sitting down on his shins.

“Hey Ray, I heard you liked eggs for breakfast!” She said, confusing both Ray and Norman.

“Whahahahahat the hehehehell do you m-mean?”

Emma balled up her fist and tapped his against Ray’s kneecap, then spread her fingers out slowly and ticklishly across. Ray tried to kick his legs around to avoid the tickles coming from Emma, but it was impossible with her sitting on his legs.

She squeezed the upper part of his knees now, and Ray just bucked as much as he could without hurting Emma. Norman continued to tickle Ray as well, skittering his fingers across his neck and then darting back under his arms, always keeping him guessing with a few occasional rib tickles or tummy pokes.

Ray’s face was bright red now, and tears were starting to prickle to corners of his eyes. His voice was almost hoarse from laughing, and some of the other orphanage kids were cheering around them as they watched Ray get tickled to pieces.

“Get him, Emma!” Don yelled as he walked by with Gilda, who looked over at the trio, obviously concerned. However, she continued on with Don, a few of the other children tagging along behind them as they went off to play a game.

Ray was embarrassed beyond belief. Here he was, getting the snot tickled out of him by his best friends in front of the other kids… He was never gonna live this one down.

Ray’s laughter eventually went silent and a tear was trickling down his cheek by the time Norman realized that they probably needed to stop.

“Emma, I think he’s had enough,” Norman said, quickly stopping his tickling. Ray continued to shake with laughter, as Emma kept scribbling under his knee.

“Emma,” Norman said, louder this time and Emma immediately halted, noticing the state Ray was in. She chuckled nervously as she got off his legs, crawling over next to Norman as they watched Ray panting.

“I-I hahahate you guys,” He said, some residual giggles still escaping his lips. Emma and Norman looked at each other and giggled.

“We love you too Ray.”

#norman #emma #ray #the promised neverland #tickle fic #veryblushyswitch

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seanfalco · 4 years ago

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Cabin in the Woods | Valdryn (punk!au)

Word Count: 1.4k Prompt: “Alone in a cabin in the woods and there are strange noises outside.” Requested by: Anonymous a/n: Gosh it’s been so long since I wrote Valdryn. I missed themmmm. Thank you for the request!

“Jesus V, look at this place,” Aev exclaimed, throwing her arms open wide as she circled herself, gaping up at the massive -- if you could even call it a cabin -- cabin.

“You like it?” he asked, a pleased grin crossing his face as he followed her in, carrying their luggage.

“It’s amazing!” she exclaimed with a laugh, practically running up the stairs to the loft overhead.

“Only the best for you, dove,” Valdo replied, leaving their suitcases by the door to ascend the stairs after his wife, finding her already sprawled out on the massive bed, a content smile on her face, her messy curls disheveled around her head like a halo.

“It’s too perfect, I might never want to leave,” she teased as Valdo crawled across the thick comforter to her, caging her in with his arms as he leaned over her for a kiss, his hands beginning to wander.

“Mmm me either,” he admitted, grinning against her lips, kissing her languidly before pulling back.

“Why don’t you get settled in while I get a fire going and start on dinner,” Valdo suggested, much to his wife’s dismay, judging by the soft whine that left her lips, followed by an adorable pout. “Hush now,” Valdo chuckled, giving her one more peck to the lips, “we’ll have all night for that, pet.”

His words seemed to mollify Aevryn and she bounced off the bed after him to retrieve their luggage and begin unpacking.

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After dinner Aev stood at the window watching the sun sink below the horizon; the dark silhouette of the mountains backlit by the fading pinks and oranges of the setting sun, giving way to the inky star speckled blackness above.

“Gosh this place is beautiful,” she mused, accepting the glass of wine Valdo held out to her and leaning into his side as he came to join her.

“I feel like I’m in Twilight,” she joked, getting a laugh from her husband.

“Well, we’re not far from Forks,” Valdo pointed out, taking a sip from his glass.

“Team Jacob, all the way,” Aev said as Valdo rolled his eyes.

“And here I thought you had better taste, sweetling,” Valdo quipped with a cheeky grin. “Team Edward, clearly.”

Aev laughed as she took Valdo’s hand, pulling him back to the couch. “Maybe now that R.Pattz looks like that,” she mused as Valdo plopped down and she crawled into his lap. “Now, where were we earlier?” she asked, slipping her arms over his shoulders.

“My, my, needy aren’t we, darling?” he asked, setting his glass next to Aev’s lest he end up with wine on him as her mouth sought his neck.

“I thought that’s why we came out here in the first place, V,” she replied, kissing back up along his jawline to his ear. “What’s a secluded romantic getaway without the sex?” she teased, bringing a soft groan to her husband’s lips.

“You mistake me, love,” he drawled with a grin, “I quite like it when you take charge.”

Just as he drew his arms around her, pulling her closer, he froze. “Did you hear that?” he asked, jerking upright, his eyes going to the window.

“Hear what?” Aev asked, only pausing long enough to pull the collar of his shirt open further, bending forward to plant her lips to his chest.

Frowning, Valdo grabbed her arms, stopping her, but this time she too heard the soft scratching along the window.

“Okay, I heard that,” she said, her head swinging toward the sound.

For a long moment neither of them moved, both straining their ears. Just as they thought it might’ve just been the wind, beginning to once more relax, a soft thud could be heard from the roof.

“Valdo,” Aev exclaimed, a hint of fear in her voice and she slipped off his lap as he got up, reaching for the heavy brass fire poker near the hearth.

“Don’t, uh, don’t worry, darling,” Valdo replied, turning to give her a reassuring smile that only trembled slightly. “I’m sure it’s probably only an animal of some sort.”

Aev looked doubtful, but followed Valdo to the window to peer out into the darkness, flipping on the outside lights. “Do you see anything?” she asked, holding onto his arm as she scanned the lit area.

“No, I--” Valdo’s answer was cut off by a blood curdling shriek from the other side of the cabin and they both jumped, holding onto each other for dear life.

“What was that?” Aevryn cried, her heart ready to pound out of her chest.

Taking a fortifying breath, Valdo straightened in an attempt to soothe his wife’s fears. “It could still be an animal. I’ve heard rabbits have been known to scream when attacked, sounding chillingly… human,” he rationalized.

“You think that was a rabbit?” Aevryn asked skeptically.

Before Valdo could answer, the sound of pounding against the outside walls filled the air, coming from all sides at once and the pair shrieked again, Aev burying her face in Valdo’s chest.

“Did the website happen to say this place was haunted when you booked the reservation or did you fail to mention that part?” she exclaimed as her husband’s grip on her tightened, eyes warily watching the windows and the pounding suddenly stopped.

“No, this place is new, only built within the year,” he countered weakly.

“Oh, great, so it’s more likely it’s some band of psycho killers wearing masks over their heads come to torment and kill us,” Aev muttered.

“That… that’s not going to happen,” Valdo exclaimed, trying to strengthen his voice. “I’m going to call the police.”

As he reached for his phone movement at the dark window caught his eye and then suddenly a grinning face appeared, accompanied by a loud bang sending Valdo rearing back, he and Aevryn both screaming in surprise once more.

However, moments later, muffled laughter could be heard outside and Valdo’s alarm turned to a mix of annoyance and murderous rage as he realized it was only Jaskier. Rounding of his wife, he gave her his most unamused glare.

“And I suppose you knew nothing about this?” he asked as she fought back a relieved laugh.

“What, Gods no!” she cried, holding up her hands in innocence. “I was just as scared as you were,” she exclaimed when he merely looked disbelieving. “Feel my heart, V, it’s racing,” she continued, taking his hand to place over her chest and finally his scowl disappeared.

“Then how the hell did they know we were here?” he wondered, following his wife to the door to let their friends inside.

“I may have mentioned we were taking a trip,” Aev admitted as she tugged open the door, “but I didn’t tell them where.”

“I have my ways,” Yennefer intoned cryptically as she swanned inside, followed by Geralt and [y/n]; Jaskier bringing up the rear.

“You should’ve seen your faces!” he exclaimed gleefully, throwing his arms wide as soon as he passed the threshold.

“Yes, you definitely scared the piss outta us,” Aev replied wryly as she hugged him. “But you do know what that means,” she replied meaningfully.

“Oh, I’d love to see you try to best me,” Jaskier laughed. “Bring it on Swift!”

“Swift-Marx,” Valdo grumbled under his breath as he shut the door and joined the others in the living area. “So much for our romantic getaway,” he said, wearing a long suffering, if somewhat disappointed look. “Now it’s more of a… group slumber party,” he groaned as Aev patted his shoulder, his disappointment echoed less prominently in her sea green eyes.

“Don’t worry Valdo,” [y/n] cut in with a warm smile. “We have our own cabins, so you’ll still have your privacy.”

At that Valdo’s expression brightened considerably, and he joined his wife by the armchair across from the sectional, pulling her into his lap.

“Well, that certainly changes thing,” he quipped, flashing Aevryn a wink, who grinned back shamelessly while Jaskier made a face.

“Who’s up for some cards?” [y/n] announced with a clap, in an attempt to segue to other topics, reaching for a deck of cards from her bag.

“Oh, by the way, Pankratz,” Valdo said suddenly, drawing Jaskier’s attention, his eyebrows climbing. “We accept your challenge.”

At this Jaskier’s boyish grin returned as he stared down his best friend and her rather haughty husband. “Perfect, but just so you know, it may be hard to get the jump on me with Geralt as my bodyguard this weekend,” he exclaimed.

“Oh no, I’m having no part of this,” Geralt grumbled, picking up the cards [y/n] had dealt him. “You’re on your own, Jask.”

Jaskier’s confident grin faltered and he began to sweat in earnest at the alarmingly devious smile on Aev’s face, echoed smoothly on Valdo’s, and he swallowed, quickly picking up his cards.

“Wh-who’s turn is it, hmm?”

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maurine07 · 2 years ago

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BREE!!!! MY HEART IS MELTING!!!!

First of all, I love the whole secret relationship trope and you absolutely nailed it! Even though the yearning at the beginning made me a bit sad because all I want is for them to be able to be together without any obstacles, the fluff and the moment between them has me smiling so wide my face hurt. Also one of the reasons I love the secret relationship trope is when one of them comforts the other and reassures them when they see someone flirting with them so this fic hit just the right spot. Miss Bree, you’re feeding us so much, I thank you for your service

Second of all, I LOVE THEMMMM!!!! Seriously, there are no words in the English language that can express how much I love these two

Sure enough, Ethan— easily the tallest of the group— looks downright miserable. Her stomach somersaults at the sight of his square jaw, clenched tightly in disdain and looking sharper than ever. She has to remind herself to tone down the pining so she returns her attention to her chart.

See here, the pining is just so freaking good. Being together yet not being able to tell everyone that that person is yours is god-tier. Also, Ethan being done with everyone’s bs will never not be entertaining to me

“You look fine.”

This woman could be wearing a garbage bag and he’d still think she’s the most beautiful creature to ever grace this planet and you know what? He’s absolutely right, totally agree with him on that one.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you earlier during Cyrus's insipid tour,” he tells her, moving closer with slow steps. “And then in that hallway, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.”

No because the fact that she was feeling insecure because of the blond lady while all he could think about and see was her😭😭😭

When he's only mere inches away, he takes her hand in his so tenderly, Lilac inexplicably feels like bursting into tears.

“You could be caked in mud with matted hair and you'd still be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

He presses a gentle kiss on her wrist.

“So we can go to Parish for lunch or any place you want. Hell, we can go to the nearest convenience store. I don't give a damn where or what you're wearing, as long as I'm with you.”

BREE YOU CANNOT JUST DO THIS TO ME!??!?? I’M FUCKING DYING OVER HERE HELP! No joke, I’m actually going to cry because this is sweetest, most precious moment ever and I’ll be thinking about it till the day I perish. The way he holds her so gently, the way he kissed her (which I’m an absolute sucker for), what he said MA’AM EYE— I’m so soft for these two. Also, please tell me where I can find someone like that

“Oh,” he says as his neck, face, and ears bloom with color. “Your place it is.”

And then he proceeded to have the best meal of his entire freaking life, good for him and even more good for her

Bree, my dear, I absolutely adore this fic. I live for these two and all the fluff that comes with them. I loved the little Bryce cameo, you know I love that man, and this moment between L&E made my heart almost burst. I loved seeing more of them during this period of time. Also, I can assure you no one is complaining that this is longer than you intended it to be. In fact, I’m absolutely loving it. Hope you’re having a lovely day! Sending you lots of love and good vibes❤️❤️

Distracting (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 750 (I failed)

Warning: None

Prompt: #137. “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

Premise: After a beautiful woman flirts with Ethan, he has some reassurances for his beautiful girlfriend.

A/N: Thank you @genevievemd for sending me this prompt! This takes place after the attack in book 2, when I HC them having a secret relationship.

“Here they come,” Bryce announces, his eyes fixed on the group of potential sponsors at the end of the hall. “There’s Cyrus kissing their ass for some spare change. And damn, Dr. Ramsey looks like he can’t decide if he wants to punch him or fling himself down the stairs.”

With embarrassing speed, Lilac follows her friend’s gaze.

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