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Movie Nights and (rather one-sided) Tickle fights

Spencer Reid x Shy!ND! Reader

*Sequel to Coworker Bonding + Part 2 to Sensibility and Its Open Doors*

SFW; Brief angst, MEGA fluff, very brief hints at a possible future romance

Words: 5395

Summary: It's been quite a few months since Spencer encouraged Y/N to open up to him and the team, and since he discovered their giggly secret, and a budding friendship has definitely been forming between the two. When the two of them plan a movie night, despite being in their own home, Y/N struggles to let themself unmask in front of Spencer, and finds themself feeling ashamed in moments the mask ends up slipping. Of course, Spencer is having none of it, and sets out to cheer up his friend, while challenging their negative self talk brought about by past mistreatment related to their neurodivergence.

Warnings: Shame, self doubt, insecurities about being ND, talks of past ableism experiences, swearing, lots of tickles (Spencer's RUTHLESS in this one ajasksjdk- Still a sweetheart, but also a meanie)

DISCLAIMER: This is inspired by my experiences as a neurodivergent individual and how ableism I experienced in the past can jump out and cause a lot of shame, even in an environment where I feel safe. Not everyone who's neurodivergent experiences what the reader in this story experiences. I just hope to provide some comfort for my fellow ND people who struggle to feel safe unmasking in environments that are normally safe for them because the resurfaced shame feels overwhelming.

It wasn't often that the members of the BAU got to have genuine moments of peace, but when they happened, everyone took full advantage of their free time. Y/N had nervously invited Spencer over to watch one of their favorite movies, and felt over the moon when he'd accepted. After a good hour of anxiously working to make sure their house looked presentable and tidy, they changed into their pajamas and set out some snacks.

The sound of the doorbell made them jump, and they took a brief second to calm their rapidly beating heart before quickly rushing to answer the door. Spencer stood there with a smile, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants, and his hair freely hanging where it wanted to. Something about seeing their coworker and friend in such a casual setting made them grow a lot more timid. They'd always thought he was cute, and the casual environment only seemed to increase that thought tenfold.

"Hi, Y/N." The adorably awkward wave made their heart flutter.

"Hi... hi, Spencer," they greeted with a shy smile, quickly moving aside so he could walk in.

After they closed the door, they let out a small squeak of surprise when Spencer pulled them in for a hug, something they'd previously said they were alright with him doing, and quickly returned the embrace, squeaking again when the taller agent picked them up. "Spehehenceher!"

"I missed you!" He exclaimed, spinning them around a few times and making them laugh harder.

"Youhou sahahaw mehe ahat work!"

"And I still missed you~"

"IhI missed youhou too!"

Spencer set them down again, but held them in the hug for a bit longer, much to Y/N's delight. They hummed and giggled when he gave them a squeeze, and did the same in return. Squeeze-hugs made them feel incredibly safe. When the two moved apart, and Y/N saw the smile on Spencer's face, they couldn't help but smile back, eventually needing to avert their eyes when they grew too shy.

"I've... um... I got the movie set up and I prepared some snacks."

"Rocky Horror Picture Show, right?"

"M-Mhm. One of my favorite roles of Tim Curry's is his character in this movie," Y/N stated, their smile growing as they led Spencer to the couch. "He'd already been performing the live musical for quite some time before starring in the film. This is definitely number one for me in terms of characters he's played. My second pick would be his role as Pennywise."

"In the IT miniseries based on the 1986 novel by Stephen King," Spencer added in acknowledgement, noting the way Y/N's eyes seemed to light up at his response.

"He was terrifying in that role," Y/N expressed with a grin, their hands beginning to flap. "His role in Clue was hilarious. All of the actors were. The improvised scene from Madeline Khan had me crying laughing. It was the one improv line in the movie and it was an absolute gem. I love the Clue board game so much. I haven't played in years but Miss Scarlet was my favorite to play as. The elegance and beauty and brains... B-But, back to the movie for tonight. Sorry, I... I-I rambled a bit, didn't I? Oh gosh... I, uh... I started stimming a bit aggressively... I'm sorry. I ramble too much..."

Hearing the way the excitement faded from their voice, replaced by self consciousness and uneasiness, made Spencer's heart sink. He loved hearing Y/N infodump to him. After all, he could go on for hours about different topics if people let him. Y/N was always the most engaged in listening to him when he suddenly dropped several paragraphs of information in the middle of a case.

"Y/N, you don't need to apologize for rambling," Spencer insisted. "It's cute."

"Cute!?"

"Yes. Cute."

Heat had risen to and radiated off of Y/N's cheeks at that statement, and they were feeling lucky they were already eye contact-averse in that moment. "S-Spencer..."

"I mean it! You're super charismatic and passionate, Y/N. Those are attractive traits. Passionate rambles about your interests aren't a bad thing. Like I said, it's very cute."

"Stop it..."

"Do you not believe me? You've heard me ramble about different things plenty of times. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not a genius with an eidetic memory," Y/N reminded him. "I get off track when I tell stories and bounce around from topic to topic before getting back to what I was initially taking about, I forget dates and times, the only things I remember well are because I hyperfixate on them to an unhealthy degree. I've practically memorized this film by now..."

"What makes you think that isn't endearing?"

"Repeated instances of being shamed and made to feel like I'm annoying and stupid, maybe... It's happened so many times, a-and I feel like they were right... And, my stimming... I... I'm afraid of being stared at, or shamed, or infantilized..."

"Y/N, you shouldn't be embarrassed about stimming either. Everyone stims to some degree. Just because you need to do it much more often doesn't mean you are any less of a person."

"S-Spencer..."

"Your brain and nervous system using stimming to regulate as often as they do is perfectly okay. I notice the tension and nervousness in your body language practically disappear when you stim. You get so much clarity and focus from it. Seeing you stim when you're happy or excited is amazing because I can see the joy in your whole body. Why is that a bad thing?"

"It just is, Spencer... I get really embarrassed when I vocally or physically stim because all my life- I'm doing it again... This is why I masked for so long... I-I..."

"Y/N, cut it out."

"Spencer, I'm being serious I-I... w-why are... why are you looking at me like that?"

Spencer's face was dead serious and Y/N suddenly felt butterflies in their stomach. "S-Spencer?" Y/N's voice came out high pitched and nervous.

"If you think I'm gonna sit here and let you continue to trash talk yourself because other people wrongfully shamed you for being neurodivergent, then you are sorely mistaken."

"Th-They w-weren't wrong, S-Spencer..." Y/N stammered.

Spencer leaned forward, the serious look not leaving his face. Y/N's breath hitched, unable to tear their eyes away from his piercing gaze.

"Admit your rambles are charming and that your stimming is nothing to be ashamed of."

"No."

"I'll make you," Spencer warned with a raised eyebrow. Y/N knew that look, but they took the route of stubbornness.

"You won't do shit," they said boldly.

"Oh really? Does me, tickling you until you're screaming with laughter, are too hypersensitive for your own good, and unable to stop giggling for the rest of the night, sound like I 'won't do shit?'"

Y/N squeaked, but the thought immediately made them giddy and they silently cursed how easily their lee moods came about. In another bout of boldness, they scoffed and folded their arms.

"You won't convince me, Spencer."

"That a yes? You really want me to tickle you senseless right now?"

The genius sat there patiently and waited for Y/N to affirm his question.

"Like I said. You. won't. convince me," Y/N repeated, giving Spencer the clear answer he was waiting for.

A surprised shriek left their lips when Spencer swiftly pulled them back across his lap and grabbed their wrists in one of his hands. He held them against the cushions above Y/N's head and they felt the cold air from where their shirt had ridden up the slightest bit. Y/N's eyes were wide and their heart skipped a beat when Spencer leaned closer.

"I'm not so sure your statement will age well, Y/N," he whispered. "Since your last lee mood that I was around to quell, I've done some serious research on the best ways to get you flustered and squirming profusely. Granted, I already knew a lot of the techniques, but I found some really good ones that'll keep you squeaking~"

The butterflies only grew more intense after hearing those words and Y/N knew their face was heating up. They squirmed, only to squeak when Spencer teasingly wiggled his fingers. "Wahahait, h-hehehey!"

The agent let out a small shriek as said wiggling fingers got closer. When Spencer paused his hand, he noticed the look of near disappointment in Y/N's eyes.

"Oh no, you weren't expecting me to just dive into this without building up some anticipation, were you~?"

"Spehehencer Reheid, I swehear tohoho Gohod." Y/N's warning didn't sound so menacing through their giggles.

"Is that a yes? You were?"

"Y-You're ehehevil!"

"Am I really? Or, am I just good at making you giggle?"

"Thihis ihisn't f-fahahair!"

"You know, I still haven't found all of your ticklish spots. Those won't be hidden for much longer."

"D-Dohon't youhouhou dahahare," Y/N squeaked out, only to shriek with nervous giggles when Spencer wiggled his fingers close to their tummy.

"Your reaction just then indicates this is a major ticklish spot."

"N-Nohot t-truhuhue!" Y/N argued. "I-It ihisn't, ihihit IHIHIHISN'T TRUHUHUHUHUE! SPEHENCEHER!"

The sensation caused Y/N to arch their back before collapsing back down, high pitched giggles escaping from their lips almost immediately.

"Still gonna tell me it's not true?" Y/N couldn't answer, instead opting for trying to stifle their giggles by biting their lip. It only took the genius looking them in the eyes to make them squeak and look away, their giggles only getting louder. "Someone looks giddy~"

Spencer let go of their hands in order to attack their sides, grinning when Y/N predictably made no attempt to push away his hands, instead switching between partially hiding their face while kicking their legs, and stimming by rapidly moving their fists toward and away from each other.

"Have I convinced you yet?"

"Nohoho! IhI'm nohot chahanging my mihihind!"

"Is that a challenge, Y/N? Because you and I both know it's one you won't win. You're too ticklish to win. Then again, the fact that you like this might work against me. I'll just have to tease you a lot more. I know for a fact that teasing is your biggest weakness. Your face gets so hot that I can feel the heat coming off of it, you can't even look in my general direction, your voice goes much higher in pitch, and you laugh harder. However, I also know for a fact, that you love being teased."

"Nohoho IhI dohohohon't!"

Y/N was lying through their teeth and both them and Spencer knew it. "Not so convincing when you're being tickled, are you?"

"Fuhuhuhuck youhouhouhou!"

"Oh. Did I strike a nerve?" Spencer teased. "I know every. single. ler trick in the book. You are most definitely going to get familiar with each one~"

Y/N had a sudden moment of boldness despite how much Spencer had flustered them and rapidly poked their coworker's sides, making him flinch and bring his arms in to shield himself, while Y/N quickly jumped up with a squeal.

"Oh you are in for it now," Spencer chuckled, chasing after his giggling friend, who screamed every time he got close to catching them.

It took less than a minute for Spencer to corner his friend, and he smirked as he moved closer, wiggling his fingers. Y/N could not stop squeaking and giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"N-Nohothihihing!"

"Are you that eager for me to use these wiggling fingers on more of your ticklish spots?"

"Sh-Shuhush! Shushshushshuhuhush! Shuhut uhuhuhuuup!"

Spencer paused his hands right next to their sides, a squeal leaving their lips, before picking them up and slinging them over his shoulder as they shrieked. Y/N was giggling loudly and lightly kicking their legs. "Spehehencer!"

"Looks like the tickle monster caught you."

The absolute deadpan delivery of that statement made Y/N practically melt as they squirmed in his grasp. "Lehehet mehe goho!"

"You totally let me catch you," Spencer said with a grin.

"N-Nohot truhuhue!" Y/N squeaked, a high pitched screech leaving their mouth when their friend gently clawed at the back of their thigh. "SPEHENCEHEHER! Thahat ihihihisn't fahahahahahair!"

"Quite the contrary, Y/N. That sneaky poke to my sides you pulled, you did so hoping I'd retaliate more, didn't you?"

"M-Mahaybe?"

"Well, since you're being so cheeky about it, I'm totally gonna amp up the teasing." Spencer muttered playfully, moving Y/N from over his shoulder and into his arms bridal style so he could see their face. "Though I think that was your intention, wasn't it?"

"Noho!"

The coy, giggly smile on Y/N's face gave their true answer away immediately and Spencer couldn't help but grin as he set Y/N down on the couch and hovered over them.

"Do I need to analyze you? You know I will. I know I'm right. How ruthless of a ler do you really want me to be?"

"Y-Youhou suhuhuper gehehehehenius prohihofihileheher jeheheherk!"

"Judging by how much you're hurling insults right now, you definitely want me to be a ruthless ler. Within my standards of ruthless, of course."

Spencer was simultaneously the sweetest and most wicked ler ever. The combination of the softest tickles with the occasional squeeze to certain ticklish spots, his attentiveness and diligence about making sure Y/N was comfortable, and his perfected teases flustered Y/N beyond belief, but they loved every second of it. Every so often, Spencer became a scarier ler than usual, and it left butterflies in Y/N's stomach every time. He'd put on a dead serious face and amp up the teasing to nearly unbearable levels, all the while, never increasing the intensity of the actual tickling. Again, they loved every second of it.

Y/N shrieked when he wiggled his fingers and giggled nervously again, unable to help their sudden reaction of shielding their torso. When Spencer suddenly spidered his fingers on their thigh with the most gentle motion, their hands shot up to their mouth as they screamed with laughter.

"Tricked you~"

The giggly agent's laughter grew less intense and much softer when Spencer switched to slowly tracing gentle patterns on their abdomen.

"Hanging in there?" He asked, the concern visible in his eyes.

The giggly agent felt their heart melting over how sweet he was. Y/N nodded timidly, squeaking when he poked their navel.

"I seem to have found a giggle button, haven't I?"

"Nuh uhuhuh!"

He repeated the same action several times, making them shriek. "Oh this is definitely a giggle button~"

"Shuhut uhuhup!"

Despite their verbal response to his tease, Y/N felt warm and fuzzy from the endorphins already, their body language betraying them for the millionth time. When their friend rapidly but still gently as ever wiggled their fingers, they squealed loudly.

"You know what the tickle monster's craving right now?"

Y/N let out another squeak and shook their head, giggling nervously. Spencer smirked and leaned down slowly, and Y/N's eyes widened with realization. "D-Dohon't y-youhouhou d-dahare!" They squeaked out, before their back arched and they screamed with laughter at the sensation of a raspberry on their navel.

"Something tickling you?"

"Fuhuhuck youhouhou!" Y/N exclaimed, screeching when Spencer blew raspberries again. "Spehehenceheheher!"

"I think you might be the most ticklish person on the planet, Y/N."

"S-Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Y/N squeaked, squirming, stimming, and giggling uncontrollably.

"Am I flustering you~?"

"N-Noho!"

"I'm not? You're telling me that the heat that's now spread to your ears," Spencer paused to wiggle his fingers on Y/N's ears, eliciting even more squeaky giggles from them, "and the fact that you've barely looked at me, not even into my eyes, just at me, is from something completely unrelated to what I'm doing right now?"

"Shshshhh!"

"You know, your body language is completely betraying everything you've been saying. While I admit I encouraged your lee mood with the initial playful threat of tickling you senseless, I can't help but think you've been in a lee mood all day. Let me ask you this. Have you been in a lee mood all day?"

Y/N wanted to deny he was right but opted for squeaking and covering their face instead. Spencer asking the question at the end of his statement was nothing but a tease, since he already knew the answer.

"Come on, Y/N, don't hide that adorable face," Spencer insisted. "You're gonna miss your favorite tease~"

Another squeak left Y/N's lips and they slowly uncovered their face, giggling nervously when their friend slowly spider-walked his fingers up toward their ribs.

"I think they're gonna get you~"

"N-NOHOHOHOOOOO! Nohohot fahair! Thahahat's nohohot FAHAHAIR!"

The giggling agent had only ever once admitted that the sing-song voice teasing was actually their favorite and Spencer had never forgotten it.

"Uh oh~ They're getting closer~"

Y/N squeaks became very high pitched and they squirmed, instinctively shielding their ribs with their arms and stimming.

"That's not gonna stop me~"

"Shuhuhuhush!"

He expertly moved around Y/N's arm shield and gently attacked their ribs, their laughter leaving their mouth in the form of a loud cackle before reducing to high pitched giggles.

"What's so funny, Y/N?" Spencer teased. "What could possibly be making you squeal and giggle so much? Tell me. I haven't got a clue why you're laughing right now."

Y/N's face was burning from being so flustered and they hid behind their hands again, certain that any accidental eye contact with their friend at that point might just kill them.

"Come on, Y/N~ Tell me what's giving you the giggles."

"Fuhuck ohoffff!" Y/N squeaked.

"Given the predicament you're in, I don't think back talk is the wisest decision, Y/N."

Y/N began nervous giggling when Spencer lifted one of their legs and squealed when he spidered his fingers on the back of their thigh.

"Nonononohohoho! SPEHEHENCER!"

The sensation caused Y/N's laughter to come out in bursts of loud and high pitched squeaks followed by gasping and giggling.

"P-Plehehease!"

"I have a strong suspicion that I still haven't found all your worst spots yet. You gonna tell me where those are?"

"Nehehehever!"

"Suit yourself. I know how to find them~" Spencer sang, moving his wiggling fingers closer to the back of their knee.

"Nohohot gohohonnaha wohohork!" Y/N argued in a high pitched voice, before letting out short screams and snorting when Spencer spidered at the spot right above their knee with a knowing smirk.

"Seems like it's working~"

"Youhouhouhou ahabsolohuhute smahahartahahass!"

"You're awful bold for someone so flustered by a two syllable word, Y/n." Spencer released their leg before quickly and gently drilling his thumbs into their hips. Y/N shrieked with laughter, squirming from the sensation and almost too giggly to realize that after ten seconds, Spencer had paused his hands.

"You doing okay?"

"M-Mhm," Y/N giggled, catching their breath.

"Ready to admit it?"

"Nehever."

"Never? Are you implying I should just tickle you forever then?"

They squeaked when they saw him teasingly wiggling his fingers and giggled helplessly and timidly.

"I'll forever love that this gesture alone can make you giggle like that. You know, given just how much teasing and anticipation affects you...one of these days I'll do nothing but that and see just how much it tickles you."

Y/N would never admit that they thought that was a good idea, but Spencer could see the way Y/N's eyes lit up and he made a note to try it later.

"Thihihis ihihis MEHEHEAN!"

"Is it~ Do you really think it's mean? I know you're too flustered to answer that question truthfully, but you and I both know what your answer is."

He slowly wiggled his fingers toward certain spots to gauge Y/N's reaction, chuckling when they squirmed and avoided eye contact much more than they usually did, clearly growing much more flustered, which he hadn't thought possible. The moment his hand wrapped around Y/N's ankle, they couldn't help their nervous squeak.

"Oh? You're in trouble~" Spencer teased, catching their other ankle and wrapping an arm around them.

Y/N was hoping, albeit not very hopefully, and not really hoping at all, that the sensation wouldn't be as bad as they anticipated. It was way worse. They snorted, shrieking with laughter and trying to pull their feet away, though Spencer noticed they weren't even actually trying.

"SPEHEHEHENCEHEHER!"

"I'm barely moving my fingers and you're screeching," he noted with a laugh of his own.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Please what? Keep tickling you? Gladly~"

"THIHIS IHIS SOHOHOHO MEHEAAN!" Y/N whined.

"I think you need to work on being more convincing."

Spencer spidered his fingers and Y/N screeched, squirming and hiding their face, at that point having lost count of how many times they'd done so, but still making very little effort to actually free their ankles. A good few minutes passed before he let their ankles go. When he moved his hands to their sides again, he reached closer to their back and knew he'd found the death spot as soon as Y/N's eyes widened almost fearfully. The instant Spencer spidered his fingers, a very high screech left Y/N's mouth before they had covered it with their hands again.

"Those are the highest pitched giggles I have ever heard from you," Spencer teased, wiggling his fingers even faster.

"NONONONOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE!" Y/N cried, tears of mirth forming in their eyes from laughing so hard.

"You seem really giggly, Y/N. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"

"Youhou're suhuch ahaha fuhuhucking jeheheherrrk!"

"Insults again? Don't make me sing the word while tickling every weak spot I've discovered so far," Spencer warned playfully, pausing his fingers to let Y/N catch their breath. "You know I'll increase the teasing tenfold. Last chance. Admit it."

Y/N had never had such intense stomach butterflies in their life. Their eyes widened, but they didn't back down. In truth, they were hoping he would do exactly what he warned he might do, and he knew full well what Y/N's answer was going to be.

"No way in hell," they whispered. Spencer chuckled and Y/N swore they could see an evil glint in his eyes.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, before leaning closer with a deadpan expression. "This is gonna tickle so badly."

The next five minutes consisted of Y/N screaming with laughter as Spencer showed no mercy with his playful attack, all the while singing and saying the dreaded word as many times as he could along with other methods of teasing. The worst (best) part about it? All of those five minutes consisted of tickling that never got more intense or rough than wiggling fingers and gentle clawing.

"Aw~ What's the matter~?" Spencer cooed. "Is this tickling you~?"

Tears were streaming down Y/N's face from laughing so hard and for a moment Spencer was worried, until Y/N briefly looked up and he could see the joy in their face, despite how flustered he knew they were. He sang the word a few more times and Y/N shrieked. The moment he spidered his fingers on the side of Y/N's knee, Y/N screamed.

"Woah! What's got you screaming like that~? Are you ticklish~?"

"S-SPEHEHENCER!" Y/N cried, muffling another screech with their hand before weakly grabbing at Spencer's wrists. "P-PLEHEASE. IHIHI CAHAN'T! IHIHIHI'M G-GOHOHONNAHAHAHA DIHIHIHIEEE!"

"All because I keep using the word 'tickle?'"

Y/N whined through their laughter, too flustered to do much else besides laugh uncontrollably. Their giggles grew hiccupy and higher pitched.

"Who knew one little word would make you this shy," Spencer teased, catching one of their ankles in his hand again and spidering his fingers over the intended spot. "There's that adorable snort."

"SPEHEHEHEHENCER!"

"Do you believe me about your rambles being charming and your stimming being nothing to be ashamed of now, or am I gonna have to tickle you all night?"

"YEHEHEHEHES!"

"Yes what? Tickle you all night~?"

"YOUHOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT IHIHI MEHEHEHEHEANT!" Y/N squeaked, hiding their face in their hands before screeching and weakly trying to tug their foot away. "YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHI BEHEHELIEVE YOUHOUHOU!"

"Do you really? Are you just saying that because this tickles too much? Is the teasing too much to handle~?"

"BOHOHOTH! BUHUHUHUT I-IHIHI REHEHEALLY DOHOHO! IHIHI DOHOHO IHIHIHI PROHOHIMIHIHISE!"

"Are you just telling me what I want to hear?" Spencer questioned teasingly, slowing his playful attack to one finger, grinning when despite that, Y/N's laughter remained loud and squeaky.

"NOHOHO! IHI PROHOMIHIHISE IHIHI'M NOHOHOT! IHIHI REHEHEHEALLY MEHEAN IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI GIHIHIVE! IHI GIHIHIHIIIIVE! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Spencer paused his tickling, grinning as Y/N kept giggling even when trying to catch their breath, the residual sensations keeping them in a very giggly state. He didn't let Y/N's ankle go just yet.

"Admit your rambles are charming then."

"I-IhIhI...IhI hahahave toho s-sahahay ihihit!?" Y/N questioned. It only took Spencer wiggling his fingers in the air to make Y/N shriek and give in.

"OHOHOKAY! IHIHI AHAHDMIHIT IHIT!"

"Say it word for word, please," Spencer encouraged.

"Gihihive mehehe...ahaha sehecond..." Y/N breathed, still giggling as they shielded their torso. "M-Myhyhy... rahambles... a-are chaharming... My rambles are charming..."

"And...?" Their friend was smiling brightly as he awaited the next statement.

"Myhy s-stihimming... ihihis nohothing to be ahashamed of...

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Spencer reaffirmed with a smile. "Don't you forget it."

Y/N squeaked and giggled when he reached forward, their nerves anticipating more tickling. They were still giggling as he gently wiped the tears of laughter from their face, their heart feeling warm and their brain feeling happy from all of the endorphins. When they looked up at him, they felt even more shy. His hair was even messier and he was grinning. Wow, he was cute. They partially hid behind their hands in response.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Y/N nodded, too flustered to say answer with words. They hadn't been able to stop giggling either. Spencer sat back and gently held out his hand, and Y/N took hold of it.

"Promise you mean it? You're okay?"

"IhIhI promise..."

"You really promise?" He questioned, teasingly wiggling his fingers.

"YEHES! Yehehes! IhI prohomise!" Y/N squealed. "I-IhIhI promise I mean it."

Spencer grinned, before helping them up and wrapping his arms around their waist, chuckling when Y/N squeaked and shielded their sides, still anticipating another playful attack.

"W-Wahait! IhIhI prohomihised!"

"I know you did. It's okay, Y/N. I'm done. I promise," he assured them, gently rubbing their back as they giggled. "No more tickling. Not right now anyway. Here, lean on me, I got you."

Y/N did just that, hiding their face in his shirt and closing their eyes for a few seconds, still giggling quietly as he gently moved their legs to rest over his.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Mhm."

"You're really sure? I was worried I went overboard."

"I'm reheally sure," Y/N promised. "IhI'm juhust gihihihiggly ahand aha little BIHIT h-hyhypehersehensitive..."

"Sohorry. Wait- A little bit?"

"Aha lohohot..." Y/N had squealed mid sentence when Spencer's fingers brushed near their side on accident.

"You're adorable," he chuckled. "Are you in pain at all?"

"Noho pain."

"Promise? No soreness or aching from all that laughing?

"Prohomise," Y/N giggled. "I have all the endorphins I need."

"Good. If you start feeling sore, let me know and I'll grab the heating pad, okay?"

"O-Okay. Thank you, Spencer."

Spencer reached for Y/N's water and offered it to them, and they graciously took it from him. "Thank you."

After they'd taken several sips, they set it back down and hugged him again. "You give the best hugs," Y/N said timidly, giggling when Spencer hugged them tighter.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I am."

"I'm glad," Spencer said, gently moving Y/N back ever so slightly to look at them. "I mean it, you know. Your stimming is nothing to be ashamed of and I will always remind you of that. Your infodumps and rambling really are charming. And, seeing you get so excited about something you're telling me about... it's adorable. O-Of course, it's not the only adorable thing about you... there's... there's a lot."

"R-Really?"

"Y-Yeah," Spencer admitted, taking a breath to calm his nerves. "I really like spending time with you."

"I like spending time with y-you too," Y/N said timidly. The shy agent felt butterflies in their stomach again, but they looked up into Spencer's eyes.

"I like it a lot..." They added. "Thank you for being part of my life, Spencer."

"Thank you for being part of my life too, Y/N," Spencer said with a warm smile. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"Neither am I," Y/N whispered, feeling their breath hitch a bit when they realized how close their faces were. They both knew that their line of work meant those words were not a guarantee, but they would do everything to make them so.

Y/N briefly looked up at him once more, and Spencer smiled. They couldn't help but grin, happy stimming with their hands. When a vocal stim started up, they initially covered their mouth with embarrassment, but Spencer gently took hold of their hand.

"You don't ever need to feel embarrassed about your stimming," he reminded them in a soft voice. "It's a wonderful thing."

Another vocal stim came on and Y/N couldn't help but grin the second time around.

"You make me happy stim, Spence," they whispered. "A whole lot... You've made me feel so safe, and comfortable, and each time we hang out I feel more okay with unmasking."

Spencer grinned when Y/N hugged him, burying their face in his shirt and feeling their heart flutter when he returned the hug and pressed a kiss to the top of their head.

"I'm overjoyed that you're feeling more comfortable unmasking, Y/N," he said. "Don't ever feel ashamed of doing so. I'm proud of you."

Y/N happy stimmed again and couldn't help but giggle, and giggled even more when Spencer giggled as well.

"Movie time?"

"Mhm," Y/N's muffled answer made Spencer grin.

"Feeling shy?"

"Mhm..."

Spencer chuckled and reached for the remote, pressing play before looking down at Y/N and holding them even closer, causing the butterflies in their stomach to return. Despite the initial surprise, Y/N rested their head in the crook of his neck.

"I didn't tire you out too much, did I, Y/N?"

"You think I'd ever be too tired for Rocky Horror Picture show?"

"Fair enough," Spencer laughed.

"Spencer?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you, f-for... well, you know... I-I really needed that..."

"Of course, Y/N. You know I'd never miss an opportunity to get a giggle out of you."

A gentle poke to their back made them squeak and giggle quietly. "Spehencer!"

"I'll have to test this spot a little next time I sleep over."

"Nehext time?" Y/N questioned in a quiet voice, unable to keep the corners of their mouth from turning upward.

Spencer chuckled as he heard and saw the optimism radiating from them, and nodded. Y/N couldn't stop their giggle and averted their eyes back to the movie.

"We're gonna be seeing more of each other now that we're friends, aren't we?" The genius grinned, optimism of his own shining in his eyes.

"I'd like that..."

"Are you opposed to a trip to the library this weekend? Maybe we can stop by the museum?"

"I would love that, Spencer."

"And, Y/N, about next time..." Y/N waited in anticipation for his statement.

"It'll definitely be much sooner than you think," he whispered in their ear, grinning when they squeaked.

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

"OH! Look! Here we go! Here we go here we go!" Y/N began stimming with joy as their eyes illuminated from the light of the television. Spencer laughed happily, feeling over the moon that his friend had let the mask slip entirely, and in that instance, without any fear at all.

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I fluster myself to the high heavens whenever I write teases in these fics- Hope y'all enjoyed this one. I can totally see Spencer being a ler who gets RUTHLESS with the teasing, but stays soft with the t-words, and that concept kills meeeeee.

To all of my fellow neurodivergent individuals, I hope you all have lots of moments every day, where you feel completely safe and okay to unmask. Safe and okay to stim, infodump, engage in your hyperfixations and special interests, everything!!! I know how exhausting it feels to mask for so long, and you deserve to feel comfortable, safe, and free of judgement. Take care ♥️ Until the next fic (lowkey I have another one in the drafts that can totally fit in this saga)

#ler!spencer #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!spencerreid #lee!reader #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickle blog #spencer reid x reader #neurodivergent tickle fic #ND tickle fic #spencer reid tickle fic #tickle fluff #fluffy tickles

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tickling-giggles · 3 years ago

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Ello ello so I wanna request lee!gakuho maybe, sorry awkward lmao

Loosen up

A/n: Nahhh I’m slow I was half asleep when I first read the ask and thought it said bakugou. 😭😭 Also you can not tell me that they all have a bestfrenemie type relationship IDC IDC YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND.

TW:Swearing, Alcohol, Drinking, And ofc Tickling

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Gakuho was currently upset because he heard students walking past complaining. How E-class looks like more fun than what they’re doing.

“ITSSSS FRIDAY GUYSSS Y’KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSS” Irina giggled contained with excitement as she burst into Gaku’s office seeing her other two coworkers. “Umm oh yaaaaay weekend time?” Karasuma tried to guess Not really.

“OOOOH OOH I KNOW I KNOW slumber party” korosensei wiggled his tentacles in excitement. “Uh—well no but we can come guysss you don’t remember” Irina began to whine. They all looked at eachother confused. “Where supposed to go drinking as an reward you know that fancy bar yeah that’s where we’re going” Irina squealed.

“That shits boring” Gakuho bitterly answered. “Wow what’s up with you Gaku?” Karasuma asked genuinely concerned. “Gakuuuuu come one you promised.” Irina pouted as she started tugging at his sleeve. “Yeah and plus it came be BOrInG if you suggested it” korosensei teased a bit.

“No piss off”. He ended up going. “They had gotten to the bar they had their own little room to themselves and a device to order whatever they like. “Gehee this is so exciting” korosensei immediately picked up the tablet. “Hey I want to see too Irina leaned on korosensei trying to see the menu. “OH I WANT THIS” “ME TOO AND THIS ASWELL”korosensei and Irina started tapping ordering stuff like there was no tomorrow. “Come on guys hurry so me and Gaku can order” Karasuma smirked.

🍣After ordering🍺

“Oho maAn that was good I might have another” Irina soberly chuckle before reaching for the tablet. “Yeah me too Gehee” korosensei looks at the tablet again with Irina.“So you gonna keep up the act or what?” Karasuma turned his head toward his friend. “I don’t know what your talking about” Gaku side-eyed him. “Man it’s crystal clear that your upset I know that something had gotten to your head just don’t know what” Karasuma clarified.

“Tch just drop it I’m so over what the kid said anyways” Gaku scoffed as he chugged some more of his beer. “So someone did say something what was it?” Karasuma asked. “Nothing I said just drop it” Gaku tries changing the subject.

“Awww what’s wong GaKuu” Irina drunkenly crawls next to him. “Don’t e saddd” korosensei jumped right next to him. Them to trying to cheer him up by stroking their hand on his face like a cat was slightly tickling his next. “Pfft G-guhuys come on knohock it off” Gaku lightly squirmed around in be tween his yellow and blonde friend.

“Noho your saddd” Irina looked up at him before looking back down. “Wait wait wait Gaku are you ticklish?” Karasuma asked. “Noho I’m nahat w-would you gehet these idiots offa mehe” Gaku had started to giggle more.

“Hmm if ya don’t tell me what’s wrong I’ll have them tickle ya” Karasuma grinned evilly. “Drop it” “alright don’t say I didn’t warn ya” Karasuma smirked. “Hey Irina, Gameshow little Gaku here is ticklish we should totally find out where” Karasuma smiled at him.

“Oho really nohow” korosensei used one tentacle to keep his wrists together. “He’s still said that’ll really help him become happy so do ya worst” Karasuma pulled the table back to give them enough room and then sat on his shins. “I swear if any of you tickle me I will WAHAIT—“ Gaku attempted to threaten before Irina started liglty clawing his right side while korosensei grazed the other and Karasuma lightly squeezing his lower thigh

“guhuhuys nohoho stohop ihit” he began giggling. “You wanna talk or are you still feeling bratty” Karasuma boldly teased. “Yeaha not if you still sad then no” Irina slowly became more herself. “Yeah Gaku don’t be stubborn” Korosensei leaned in near his face. “Ihi’m nohohot nohow quitehehe”

“heheheEHEEHy KAhaharasuma dOHOHont” his squeaky laughter slowly rise as Karasuma squeezed his hips a bit. “Oho too ticklish there noted”

“Hmmmm what if it’s his ribs” “Or his armpits” Korosensei and Irina smiled earning an reaction from Gaku even though neither one of them has touch either one of those places. “NohOoho DOhoHoOhn’t” Gaku anticipation was getting the best of him. “Ahh yu guys ready 1…………2……2 and 1/4…. 2 and 1/2 ….2 an—“ Karasuma slowly counted just to mess with Gaku.

“JUuhust dohoHo it”

“Okay you asked for it not”

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHO GAHAHAHAD”

“Gehee wow You are so loud Geez people are gonna think we’re torturing you” korosensei striped face teasing the life outta him.

“IIHIHIRINAHAHAA NAILSEHEHEHHEE BAHAHAHAD”

“Aww you can barley get out a sentence this must really be taking a toll on you” Irina cooed. “Oh well his funeral” Karasuma shrugged his shoulders as he moved one hand off of his hip and started raking at his thigh.

“AAHAHAHAHAA KARAHAHAH*snort*KARAHAHAHSUMAHAHA YOHOHOU JEEHEHERK”

“Wait did dihid you just snort?” Karasuma asked as he lightly giggled ignoring the insult and acknowledging that fact that he just snorted. “OMGEEE WAIT DO IT AGAIN KARASUMA” Irina begged.

“NAHAHAA KARAHAH— GAHHAHAHAHA KOHOROSENSEI ITS SOHOHOHOHO BAAHHAHAH*snort*BAHAHAHAHAD”

“Gehe his highest rib is mega ticklish and the dips off his underarms” korosensei noted. “OH OH LEMME TRY” Irina getting so giddy about his snorts. “GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOHOU*snort* TRYNAHAHAHAHA KILL MEHEHEHEHE”

“Maybe— ooooh how all three at the same time” Irina looked at both Karasuma and korosensei.

“Yohohou arehehe trynahahaha fuhucking kill mehehe”

“Gehe hey if I recall you told us to ‘do it’ referring to tickles” korosensei chuckled. “Ready 3 2” not finishing the countdown which threw off Gaku.

“GYAHAHAHHAAH IHIHITS SOHOHOHO*snort*BAHAHAD AHAHAH FUH*snort*FUHUCK YOHOHOHOU ALL AHAHAHA”

“See now that’s not nice” Karasuma teasingly pouted.

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*snort*IHIHIHILL*snort* IHIHILL DIHIHIEEHEHE “Gaku shrieked.

”Excuse me! we don’t aloud child’s play in here I’m afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave” the waitress burst into the room before kicking them out.

“Greahat nohow we gotten kihicked out ”Gaku whined in embarrassment. ”Dude I can’t believe you let a random kid get to you” Karasuma shockingly responded after he told them while collecting there belongings as they gotten kicked out.

“Yeah that’s shocking coming from you buttt on another note I want to hear more snorts when we get to your place” Irina teased wiggling her fingers at him. “GOHOD NO” Gaku immediately ran next to Karasuma as a shield.

“Gehehe it’s your fault we got kicked out so I think Miss Irina is right Gehe” Korosensei chuckled and teased right along with Irina. “Karahasumaaa help mehe” Gaku whined.

“Ah well i do agree your laughter was quite intriguing” Karasuma smirked as he cracked his fingers. Which had trigger Gaku to run as fast as he can to his house with all three of his friends chase right after him.

#kiara writes #tickle fic #anime tickling #tickle asks #lee!Gakuho #Ler!korosensei #Ler!Irina #Ler!karasuma #assclass tickles #assassination classroom tickling #assclass tickling

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unhhhhbelievable · 3 years ago

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We need all of the thoughts and feelings bestie... Because I'm sorry but them pretending they have nothing to talk about... It just breaks my brain

Overall thoughts? I have many. LONG POST ALERT.

In a dramatic turn of events, David had something to say about what we did.

I'm sorry, the tone?? The shade. Like, David came in ready to shit on everything. Even Dani had to carefully be like, well we can't really block the bar or this pathway... fuckin yikes?? The designer picked up on his attitude!! JESUS. I'm glad I don't have to see him anymore.

The lobby and check in, so much pink. SO MUCH PINK. It's boujie. I can't sit on anything in that hotel, I'd feel like a hobo.

Juno Birch was SO FUNNY. And Jaymes!!

The queens at the party, both in and out of drag were so cute. Manila?? Loved her jacket. V sweet to see Trixie's band, too. Hi, guys!

NO ONE APPLAUDING DAVID AT THE PARTY WAS SO FUNNY THOUGH AGSIAHDSK

NOW, ONTO KATYA:

My BuSiNeSs PaRtNeR kAtYa

"Katya and I have been through everything together. We've traveled the world, we've done television, we've done music together. (What??) And only a good Judy like her will tell me how this motel actually is." This is so accurate. And also means that Trixie needed Katya's opinion like she needs water to live. How very gay of her.

Katya showing up and IMMEDIATELY snapping open her fan made my heart flutter. I'm gay. Dump.

She looked so fucking good. Just, oversized frock, but still gorgeous. I love her in red shadow.

MUCH older sister, please lmao

Katya clocking the trash outside the gate was SO funny. "I was told it would be ready today, this does not look ready."

Katya going in on Trixie's absenteeism for months, my heart.

"For the last about four months, Trixie has been MIA, working on this stupid motel. And basically ignoring every other responsibility she has, like working with me, um, getting ready for our tour, she hasn't been rehearsing. So if it's not... absolutely perfect and stunning, I'm gonna kill her."

This bitch is out here feeling that Trixie should only honor her commitments to HER and no one else. I'm fine, this is fine. JUST SAY YOU MISS HER.

This bitch needs her bestie, too, goddamnit.

SORRY I'M LATE. I DIDN'T WANT TO COME.

Katya trying to climb the wall was so fucking funny to me. Her gay little run?? Dani opening the door and straight up LEAVING THEM ALONE? Katya's face when Dani leaves and the door slams?? Hysterical.

Holy shit-

I know.

It's VERY pink.

I hope you like it.

🥺🥺🥺🥺

THEIR LITTLE AWKWARD SIDE HUG.

Katya opened her arms first and then changed COURSE. CHANGED COURSE!! SHE SMILED AT TRIXIE LIKE SHE WAS THE SUN AND THEN SHE REVERTED BACK TO AWKWARD HUMOR because sincerity?? With TRIXIE?? DON'T KNOW HER!!

TRIXIE WAS SO DISAPPOINTED. Layers of makeup can't hide that little face, MY HEART. MY GAY LITTLE HEART. HUG HIM, YOU MONSTER.

Trixie cannot help roasting her though, the curtain comment!

Them going over to the terrazzo bar and Trixie hitting it because Katya hit it was SO FUCKING CUTE. WHAT DORKS. Love when the dorkass man shines through the drag.

Trixie hiding her smile when Katya humped the tree, though. Jesus.

The montage of Katya opening the doors and Trixie just going I KNOW!! off camera?? Poetic.

The Scooby-Doo entrance into Flower Power.

Oh my gawd, ya can't find textuh like that anymore, HI, TRISH. (Please continue to massage the velvet heart!)

Katya being Katya in every room!! Stretching her leg on the bar, licking the leather, THRUSTING ON THE BED and pretending to get caught naked in the shower, both in THE QUEEN OF HEARTS ROOM!

Katya saying, "You're the do-uh, I'm the not do-er." HELLO BOSTON ACCENT LMAO

The realest part of this entire show was those two sitting down on the couch to talk. Katya saying it was stunning and that she was impressed, and immediately turning around and MEHing the rest of Trixie's career. THE WAY THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE IS VIOLENCE.

Watching T's entire body go rigid for a second after Katya asked her what she'd do if the whole thing flops, why are they like this 🥲

THE CUT TO THOSE TWO HOMOS IN BED TOGETHER. WITH THE HEART-SHAPED HEADBOARD FRAMING THEM. IN THE FUCKING QUEEN OF HEARTS ROOM. CAN YOU GET MORE ON THE NOSE. CAN YOU G E T MORE RIDICULOUS. THE UNIVERSE IS SCREAMING, BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER.

Those TWO ASSHOLES, trying to pretend they had NOTHING to talk about?? The queens who have made careers out of their conversations with each other?? The TWO BONEHEADS, who have a PODCAST and TWO SHOWS based entirely around how they talk to one another??

The idiots who had a tour ready to kick off?? My god, the stupidity of television.

And THEN, Katya mentioned the weather, the parallel of her FAVORITE UNHhhh episode ever?? WHY.

Goodnight, Katya.

Goodnight, Daisy.

Shut the FUCK UP, MY FEELINGS.

The last time we saw Katya on the progruhm, she was in bed with Trixie.

I was also right when I said David would be NOWHERE TO BE SEEN whenever Katya came to visit. The way that man probably can't even tolerate how Trixie is around Katya because it's just so much.

It was so sweet. Trixie was so excited to show Katya everything, pointing out all the little details and sharing tidbits, and LAUGHING. The whole show, Trix was nervous and stressed and did have some sweet moments with the guests. But she was laughing with Katya. It made me so happy. Their little moment on the bench.

Trixie got the stamp of approval she needed.

And so curious to me, that Katya wasn't shown at the party. Wherever there is David, there will be an Absence of Brian.

#I just #i have feelings #CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT IT #SOMEONE TALK ABOUT IT WITH ME #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #TRIXIE MOTEL #THE QUEEN OF HEARTS ROOM

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star--anon · 4 years ago

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Tail Trap

Self-tickling is such a cute idea, so have smol fic

"T-Tuhuhuhubbo!"

Said boy grimaced as he heard Tommy's shout from upstairs.

"What do you want?!" he shouted back.

"Tuhuhuhubbo! Cohohome quihihihick! Ihi need youhur hehehelp ahahahagain!"

"Of course you do," he muttered under his breath, setting his headphones down. He ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, smirking to himself as he heard Tommy's helpless giggles. When he opened Tommy's bedroom door, he burst out into loud laughter. His friend, on the other hand, was less amused.

"H-Hehehehelp! Ihihit's dohohoing the thihihing ahahagain!"

Tubbo chuckled at his ridiculous predicament. You see, during the winter season, Phil would be very strict about everyone keeping warm. Usually, Tommy would cut a hole in the back of his clothes to poke his raccoon tail through, but he wasn't allowed to do that to his winter clothes and hoodies under Phil's insistence. To get around the issue, Tommy would slip into a big hoodie and then wrap his tail around himself. Although there were awkward bulges underneath his hoodies, he at least had a neat way of "storing" his tail.

Unfortunately, whenever he was happy, his tail would begin to wag. And when his tail would begin to wag, it tended to-

"Ihihihit's tihihickling mehe ahahagain!" Tommy yelped, desperately pushing at his own chest in a futile attempt to pin his treacherous tail down. "St-Stohohohop ihihit! Plehehehease!"

"Are you begging to your own tail?" Tubbo chuckled.

"Ihihi dohohohon't knohow!" The half-raccoon looked up at Tubbo with big, round eyes. "Juhuhust hehehehelp mehe!"

Now, the logical thing to do would be to help pin Tommy's tail down. The petty thing to do would be to leave him there, completely helpless to his own tail. And Tubbo was really leaning towards the latter.

"D-Dohohohon't juhust stahahand thehehere!" Tommy cried. "Dohohoho sohohomething!"

"Do something?" the half-goat dully echoed, still trying to decide what he should do. His eyes landed on Tommy's desk, where it seemed like he had been trying to write a letter before his tail began acting up. He could even see a sharp line of ink running through the parchment, the feather carelessly discarded on the desk.

...And looking at the feather, an even pettier idea popped into mind.

"EEP!" Tommy squeaked. He weakly jerked away from the fluffy white feather gently teasing his neck. "Nohohoho! Tuhuhubbo, d-dohohohon't!"

"Don't? Now you don't want me to help? Make up your mind, big-man. First you want me to do something, now you want me to stop. Which one is it?"

"Youhuhuhu're suhuhuch a prihihick!" Tommy whined. "Ihihihi hahate youhuhuhu!"

Instead of snapping back with an insult of his own, Tubbo simply shifted the feather up to Tommy's raccoon ears. The boy squealed happily loudly as his tail swished faster over his stomach. The fluffy fuzz on his tail dipped into his navel and dragged against his sensitive tummy, forcing loud giggles from him.

"Youhuhuhu sahahadist!" cackled Tommy. "Youhuhuhu tohohorturer!"

"Torturer," Tubbo snorted. "Don't be dramatic."

He threw the feather aside and lifted Tommy's hoodie, grabbing and pinning his tail down. "There," he muttered. "Better?"

Tommy feebly nodded. "B-Better," he breathily replied.

"Great. Now it's my turn."

"What do you-"

Tubbo bent down and blew a long raspberry on Tommy's exposed stomach.

"TUHUHUHUHUBBO!!!"

-🌟

#short but eh #Starburst! 🌟#Starburst's fic #lee!Tommyinnit #ler!Tubbo #mcyt #mcyt tickling #dsmp #dsmp tickling #tickle fanfic #my fanfiction #SFW tickling

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Not A Solution

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: This fanfiction would be incredibly rude and offensive if the actual historical figures were in mind. This fic is purely based on Lin Manuel Miranda’s FICTIONAL portrayal of these characters and is in no way based on truth. Please picture Lin’s version of these characters and not the actual people while reading, thank you.

Summary: Samuel Seabury just got refuted, and the king knows just how to cheer him up.

Samuel was purely the messenger: the man to deliver his King’s words to the folk across the seas. Nothing he stated in public were his personal beliefs, and all of his actions were orders carried out from the king.

Everything he did was in the name of King George III.

Well, at least, that was what everyone thought.

See, King George had many messengers, many people who did the same job as Samuel. In fact, he had many people by the name of Samuel who delivered his declarations, so he liked to refer to this particular man as Seabury. And the king’s relationship with Seabury was very different to his relationships with all his other loyal workers. No, not a soul new this, but Seabury was special.

For staters, George had been close friends with Seabury since they were kids. He called the man Sam-Sam, the tall and skinny brunette who always got the top marks in english and languages. They had the same tutor, and were rarely tutored separately. It was tradition that the king be tutored separately from other children, yet even back than, George was breaking traditions for Seabury.

And over time, their close bond became more than just that. As the teenage years began, their hormones raged, and they both started to notice more details about each other.

Like how George picked up on the way that Samuel’s head tilted slightly to the right when he was happy, and how Samuel noticed that the than prince’s teeth got whiter when he was in a more mischievous mood. And of course, the prince noticed how Samuel got squirmy and giggly whenever he wiggled his fingers at him.

“Noho!”, thirteen-year-old Seabury cried one morning, “It tihihihickles!”

“Why of course it does!”, George remarked, “I’m tickling you!”

“Stohop ihit!”, Seabury laughed, kicking his left foot out weakly at the prince’s chest.

George smiled, “You should no better than to kick a prince, Sam-Sam”

“Hehehelp!”, he cried, squirming weakly.

“Um, no”, the prince said, tickling the other’s ribs and sides.

“Nohoho! Stohop it or ihihihi’lll-”

“Or you’ll what?”, George asked, basking in the adorableness that was Seabury, or Sam-Sam’s, laughter.

“Or I’ll kihiss yohohou!”

George stopped and gave Seabury a curious eye. The brunette just ginned, and tipped over to swap positions with the prince, so that the future-king was now beneath him.

“I just said that to distract you, and you fell for it! Now, where are you ticklish?”

George just rolled his eyes and grinned. He wasn’t ticklish in the slightest, he never had been, and he just smiled up at Sam-Sam as he tested out different spots.

“What the-”, Seabury said, but he was interrupted by cold lips on his cheek. He felt shocked for a moment, not quite sure if he’d imagined what just happened. But he kissed back, right on George’s lips.

“I love you George”

“I love you too, Sam-Sam”

Flash forward to when they were both adults. In public, Seabury was the messenger, the man to cary George’s decelerations to folk across the sea. Yet secretly, in private, he was the king’s Sam-Sam, and they loved each other more than could be put in to words. Speaking of words, Seabury hadn’t managed to get any of the king’s words across on that cold Tuesday morning. He kept being rudely interrupted and publicly embarrassed by a short and awkward man whom his fellows referred to as ‘Alex’. Whoever this ‘Alex’ guy was, he had no right to insult Seabury’s words that day, which extended as an insult to his country and to the king himself. Seabury rowed back to London that day in a rather blue mood.

George noticed the man’s saddened state when he returned to the palace, and guided him into his bedroom to have a chat.

“Ok, what happened”, he said, his posh accent thick.

“Nothing happened”, Seabury replied, yet the way he was avoiding the king’s eye contact revealed otherwise.

The king’s expression softened, and he sat Seabury on the bed beside him.

“I can tell when something is troubling you, so please tell me, whats the matter Sam-Sam?”

Seabury let out a long sigh, comforted by the king’s natural and loving tone.

“It’s just that today this guy called Alexander kept interrupting me when I was trying to read. He said bad things about you George, and it was just really tough to listen to. He embarrassed me in public and talked shit about our taxes and just acted like a total-”

The king cut him off with a kiss, which he happily joined. The king let his fingers rest on his chin as they kissed, yet after a few seconds, they scuttled down to his neck. Seabury departed from the kiss, giggling.

“Dohon’t do that, it tihickles”.

The king smiled, “I know”.

He started wiggling his fingers there, causing Seabury to squeal and collapse in giggles, George keeping a steady arm around his back so that he couldn’t escape.

“Gehehehorge nohoho”

George just grinned, his teeth as white as ever. “Sorry, but as your secret boyfriend, it is my duty to make sure you are cheered up when you have been offended. And I ask you, is there a better way to cheer you up than by making you smile?”

“There ahahare behehetter ways tohoh mahahake mehe smihihle thahan thihihis!”, Seabuy laughed, rocking back and fourth with his chin pinned to his chest. Of course, this did nothing to lessen the ticklish feeling.

“I know”, the king stated, “But this is the most fun way”.

He brought his hands from Seabury’s neck to his stomach, squeezing there softly.

“Nohohoho!”, Seabury cried joyously, secretly enjoying this, “Nohohot thahahat!”

George smiled, knowing how much his Sam-Sam loved this, and knowing how much better it made him feel.

“Not what Sam-Sam?”,the king teased, “Not as in: “It’s not a good idea to stop tickling me?”.

“Hahaha dohohon’t sahahahay thahahat hahah!”

George grinned wider, melting in how adorable his boyfriend was being.

“Say what, tickle?”

“Hahaha yehehess!”

“But why can’t I say it? It’s just a word of the english language. It can be used in many contexts and phrases”

“Hahaha hehehe!”, Seabury laughed, as George tickled up to his torso and sides.

“It can be used as a noun, a verb or an adjective”, the king continued, “For example, as a noun, I am the Tickle Monster!”, the king declared, switching his slow wiggling finger into fast and aggressive flutters and pokes on basically every part of Sam-Sam he could each.

“NOHOHHOHO HAHAHA!”

“Or”, the king said, “It can be used as a verb. For example, I am tickling you to tears!”

“HAHAHAHA STOHOHOP IHIHIT!”.

The king knew that Seabury didn’t actually want him to stop.

“Or finally, as an adjective, you are the most ticklish person that I know!”

George grinned down at his victim, noticing how flushed his cheeks were. He stopped, letting his Sam-Sam have a break.

Seabury recovered, giggles still slipping from his lips, “Tickling me is nohot a solution”.

“Hey!”, the king remarked, “You just quoted my declaration!”

George went back to tickling Seabury, “You do understand that it is not acceptable to use a king’s own words against him, don’t you Sam-Sam?”

“Hehehe nohoho”, Seabury laughed, collapsing as George poked and prodded lightly at his sides.

“No? Well now you most certainly do now!”, George remarked, watching the usually well-presented Samuel Seabury be reduced to a puddle high pitched giggles.

“Your so ticklish”, the king said, noticing how the remark made Sam-Sam’s little cheeks ten times redder.

“I was never as ticklish as you, not even close”, the king continued, “In fact, I was never ticklish at all. But you, oh you Sam-Sam, I didn’t even know it was possible for one to be as ticklish as you!”

George chuckled and gave the squirming man in his lap a light kiss on the nose, and than blew a soft raspberry into his neck.

“NOHOHOHO!”, Seabury cried, he couldn’t stand ticklish kisses and raspberries.

The king smiled: “Yes”.

This went on for quite a while; George tickling Sam-Sam and giving him little ticklish kisses and raspberries. But he had to stop eventually, and he did. The two finished their kiss from earlier.

“Thanks kingy, I feel better”, Seabury said with a smile.

George softly snickered at the nickname, “Any time, my precious Sam-Sam”.

Thanks for reading (: Feedback would be appreciated!

#hamilton tickle fic #hamilton tickle #seabury x george #cheer up tickles #fluff

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franklyshipping · 5 years ago

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Day 22 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

HOLY MOLY DAY 22 PEOPLE LET'S KEEP THIS GOING WOOOOHOOOO LET'S DO THIS!

What completes a social event? Is it the company, the conversation, the beverages, the music, the décor of whatever venue the social event is set in? No…it’s crippling social anxiety. I know I’ve felt it many a time when you’re at a gathering you don’t want to be at and you’re the outcast amongst all the social groups in attendance. Someone who was particularly feeling it on this night though, was a certain district attorney. No-one knew their name however, which meant everyone had just dubbed them the nickname of Yanan (pronounced yay-nan)…which honestly was the most pleasant thing they’d encountered during the festive period so far. They were…well, they were whatever you feel they might be in terms of looks and underlying personality; in this setting though, they’d found an alcove off of a quieter living area and was sitting in it on the floor.

They had their knees hugged to their chest. Of course, when anybody was morose, a certain glob could sense it. Gooper had been snuggling against one of Yanan’s ankles and cooing softly, trying to coax them into saying hi to people; however, the attorney had stayed put, whispering softly to the little creature in their….unique, layered voice.

‘I’m sorry little one….I can’t go out there yet….’

Gooper whined and whimpered, feeling so sad that Yanan was so secluded and on their own, it wasn’t fair for them! Thankfully though….someone ambling near the alcove just so happened to catch the sounds of Gooper’s sadness, and couldn’t help but investigate. A man in worn trousers, a white vest and navy jacket ended up leaning in the entrance of the alcove, surveying the scene curiously as he twiddled a playing card between his fingers. Allow me to introduce, the Night Guard of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

'Ya fall over or somethin’?’

The Guard commented with a raised eyebrow, whilst Yanan tensed at the sudden presence of a stranger. They glanced up at him briefly as they hugged their knees a little tighter, whilst muttering.

‘No….’

The Guard let out a light hum, before folding his arms at his chest and musing.

‘Let me guess, you’re avoiding everyone because they’re kinda a lot to handle and you’re not used to it yet so it’s all overwhelming?’

Yanan nibbled their bottom lip and bowed their head, not replying. Yet, that in of itself gave the Guard their answer. He hummed again.

‘I don’t blame ya. They’re nice and all, but they’re a lot to handle when they’re all together….well, except that one.’

The Guard grinned lightly as he nodded at Gooper, who let out a happy coo before shuffling out of the alcove; Gooper could see that Yanan was in good hands. Yanan fiddled with their fingers and picked at the knees of their jeans as they mumbled.

‘I don’t even know why I’m amongst them all…’

The Guard raised an eyebrow at that….damn this one was really not feeling great. He decided to shuffle into the alcove properly and slide down the wall so he was sitting next to them on the floor, whilst replying in a candid fashion.

‘Probably because they want you to be, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t wanted.’

Yanan softly scoffed.

‘Most of them don’t even know who I am.’

‘Same here, and honestly I’m kinda happy about it because it means I get to control people’s first impressions of me.’

Yanan blinked a few time at that, before tilting their head to look at their new company curiously. Their amicable, nice, mostly non-invasive company.

‘….why do you need to control that? You seem perfectly nice.’

The Guard’s eyebrows shot up at the nonchalant compliment and his lips stretched into a soft grin as he rubbed the back of his neck softly.

‘Heh….well, that’s sweet of ya to say. I could be better though….I mean jeheez, I haven’t even told you my name….’

Yanan let out a soft snort at that…Yanan found that they liked him. He was just content with talking with them, interacting calmly and nicely and somehow without awkwardness. So they decided to offer them their outstretched hand.

‘I’m Yanan.’

The Guard’s grin widened with surprised delight, and he happily shook Yanan’s hand.

‘People call me Guard. Say, ya wanna venture out there with me? We’ll be more secure as a team.’

At his suggestion however, Yanan tensed up, their arms immediately going to tightly fold at their chest; the Guard could see them curling up inside their mind, and he winced a little at seeing it.

‘I can’t….’

The last thing the Guard wanted was to make Yanan uncomfortable, he just wanted to spend time with them and hopefully help them feel less awkward in this wild, weird-ass place. He let his smile soften as he gently pressed his shoulder against Yanan’s, making sure to be careful with the contact so it wasn’t overwhelming.

‘Hey, c’mon, we don’t even have to talk to anyone. I could just give ya a lil tour of the place if ya want?’

Yanan twisted their lips, shrugging softly at his words. It wasn’t like they wanted to stay secluded, on the contrary, the Guard’s suggestion of a little, relaxed tour sounded like something they very much wanted to do…but, as I’m sure many of you know, anxiety can be a bitch. They were still so nervous and unsure about everything.

‘I-I dunno….’

‘C’mon it’ll be fun! We can sneak into a kitchen and steal food!’

Guard very much had no intention of giving up on his new, multi-faceted companion….and smirked when he heard Yanan let out a soft giggle at his words. The Guard loved making people laugh, it made him feel so giddy and excited, and now was no different.

‘Ohhhh don’t pretend you don’t like that idea!’

The Guard teased, which made Yanan turn their head away from him to hide their smile as they let out another giggle….but that time it came out because of the Guard softly nudging their side amidst his excitement. Yanan rubbed the spot softly as they mumbled playfully.

‘Ihi nehever said that…’

The Guard raised a playful eyebrow at them, before smiling widely with glee. Not just because of how playfully they’d spoken….but also because of how they’d reacted to that little touch to their side. The Guard’s grinned a more wolfish grin now as he started landing very soft pokes at his new friend’s sides, cooing teasingly at them.

‘Awww you do like the idea! Look at you all giggly!’

Yanan’s eyes widened as they spluttered and giggled, a sweet smile rising up on their face rather cutely. Since they were such a multi-layered individual it meant that they were sensitive basically everywhere, which was something that really quite embarrassed them.

‘Hehehey! S-Stahahap ihihit!’

The Guard smirked, his blue eyes twinkling as he used his (very muscly) arms to gently pull Yanan into his chest, trapping them in an embrace as he continued tickling them. He chuckled and cooed once more as he kept his spidering nice and gentle up and down their sides.

‘But ya look so happy! What a ticklish shy bean you are!’

Yanan squeaked, their face scrunching up with embarrassment as they threw their head back against the Guard’s chest, giggling frantically as they blushed and shook their head. They couldn’t believe this was happening, they’d hardly anticipated being noticed in this household, let alone their ticklishness being discovered and being taken advantage of so amazingl-uh…I mean, evilly, of course.

‘Thihihis ihisn’t fahair this ihihisn’t fahaaaair!’

The Guard grinned as he felt them wriggle and squirm in his arms, he could tell they were enjoying every second of this….but the last thing he was going to do was call them out. The Guard figured they deserved to just be tickled and to just be allowed to enjoy it, so he kept spidering and scratching and teasing right into their ear.

‘Ahahaaww you’re too cute! Ya can’t stop giggling no matter how hard you try, can you?’

Yanan immediately hid their pink face in their hands as they giggled harder, kicking out reflexively as the Guard’s tickling fingers targeted the very dips of their sides. They whined oh so preciously.

‘Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! J-Juhust lehet mehe gohoho!’

Yanan risked peeking up at their tickler through their fingers, but soon hid again when they saw the Guard grinning down at them….before making the hug trap even more secure as he spoke dramatically, like he’d had an epiphany.

‘Y’know, maybe it’s actually better that we don’t go out there. Thinking on it, I’d much prefer to spend the day just tickling you riiight here!’

Yanan squealed when they suddenly felt the scratching more to their tummy, and they giddily tried to curl up in the Guard’s lap as they snorted through their bubbily mirth. Now they were really heckin flustered and envisioning being tickled like this all day….hoo.

‘NOHO! Y-Yohohou cahan’t dohoho thahat! Yohohou cahahan’t!’

The Guard snickered at their cute little cries, and whispered playfully as he kept up the tummy scratches.

‘Seems like I already am. Y’know I can see why you chose to settle here, I’m pretty comfy down here…’

Yanan whined through their frantic mirth, weakly grabbing the Guard’s vest and pushed lightly at his chest. They were trembling with giddy butterflies and tickly chills coursing through their whole system as they looked up at the Guard, their eyes wide and watery like an innocent, happy child.

‘P-Plehehehease Guahahard! Plehehease ihihit tihickles soho muhuhuch!’

The Guard snickered, cocking their head down at Yanan fondly….damn they were an adorable little thing. He decided to nuzzle their neck, letting out a soft growl as he taunted in a devilishly low tone.

‘Is that right? Oh you poor, poor little thing, so ticklish with no hope of escape….doomed to be tickled forever and ever….’

Yanan yelped and writhed, scrunching their shoulders and wailing through wild giggles, nearly bordering on cackles now too. Being tickled in two places like this, with neck nuzzling and tummy scratching, was just so damn incredib-uh….unfair.

‘Why ahahare yohou dohohoing thihihis?!’

Internally, the Guard’s answer was “Because you’re so clearly loving every tickly second of this you precious, shy little munchkin”, but he knew he couldn’t say that aloud, not on this tickly occasion anyway, he didn’t want to accidentally bring in any anxiety. So the Guard replied dramatically as his scratchy, blunt nails deftly found Yanan’s lower tummy.

‘Uh, have you seen yourself? Your giggles are like therapy!’

Yanan’s giggles got even more high-pitched as they arched their back, their legs jerking out and kicking sweetly as they looked up at the Guard, desperately flustered and very much in denial of such a statement.

‘Thehehey ahahare nahahat!’

The Guard raised an eyebrow down at them at that, before softly nipping the side of their neck as he retorted goofily.

‘Are too!’

At that particular tickle method, Yanan let out quite the loud yelp….and their cheeks finally transitioned from pink to red.

‘HEHEY! D-D-Dohohon’t doho thahat!’

The Guard let out a playful gasp as he smirked gleefully, before snarling and unleashing a torrent of tickly nibbles up and down the side of their exposed neck.

‘Don’t do what? This-?’

‘AHAHAHA IHIHI CAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT!’

Yanan cried with wide eyes as they burst out into laughter, and the Guard decided to have mercy, knowing that there would be plenty of opportunities in the future for him to explore that laughter in their newly kindling friendship. He chuckled as Yanan cutely panted and curled up against his chest, rubbing their neck.

'Alright I’m done Ihi’m done.’

Yanan whined into the Guard’s chest, smiling a flustered smile as they stammered.

‘Thohose tickles were ehevil! A-And Ihi have cramp….’

The Guard snickered and rolled his eyes, and stroke though Yanan’s ever changing hair as he mused lightly.

‘Well…we could go walk it off if you like, and maaaaybe pick up some snacks on the way?’

Yanan blinked a few times….and smiled, looking up at the Guard and nodding in agreement. Then, the Guard took them for a small walk, showing them a living room, gaming room, and kitchen that weren’t often busy. They acquired some snacks, and found an airing cupboard with some quilts, before venturing back to their alcove, before spending the rest of the day snuggling, snacking, and smiling about those baby steps.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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wackygoofball · 5 years ago

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Gwenspiration: The Wacky Version Vol. 3 - The Moodboards

So, here I go again parading myself and tooting like there is no tomorrow.

As people still brave enough to follow me on Tumblr will know, I do a lot of moodboards, or at least I call them such. Others call them collages or storyboards or pictures with random text. Either way, for me, moodboards became a neat tool to somehow capture story ideas not yet anywhere near a level that I could write fic about them - or serve as inspirations for fics I am actually writing.

And it gives me opportunity to hoard unhealthy amounts of Gwen and Nik pics, in the name of moodboards. And science. And stuff. Whoozah!

So yeah, in this post, I want to share some of my personal favorites. A lot of them actually, because I can’t decide, really.

I will start off with a group of moodboards which took inspiration from the Marvel universe, since the Marvel universe was my gateway into the more active parts of fandom.

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An all-time fave is the Iron Man AU... I mean, what not to love about a JB AU with Jaime as sassy Tony Stark and Brienne as the not-taking any shit from you army doctor, am I right? But yeah, seriously, Jaime *is* the Tony Stark of the GOT universe, and I can’t be convinced otherwise. And neither should be you.

Also, the Iron Man suits just totally fit the color scheme for both, which made creating the moodboards all the better for me. Jaime and Brienne were made for armor, now in medieval or modern times, let’s not kid ourselves.

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Another Marvel fave has got to be Captain Westeros. Because if there is a female GOT Version of Steve Rogers, it’s gotta be Brienne of fuckin’ Tarth. This one is really close to my heart because it gave me a lot of feels coming up with plot bunnies for it, and the tragedy of those two people missing each other in time over and over again, always trying to protect one another, only to end up on opposite sides because of the machinations of others... *sigh*

And I mean, one guy loses an arm. The other is blond and strong... I don’t make the rules but this delivers me enough material to re-imagine this as a JB AU... so yeah, I do kinda make the rules after all. Anyway.

Since I realized that this post’s gonna get even looooonger, I decided to make a cut here and put the rest below, so not to have you scrolling for five hours.

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Although it’s not the most popular moodboard amongst my followers (you brave people, I can’t parade you enough for staying through the madness lol), I really, really love that Fantastic Four moodboard and the concept behind it. And I just know a lot of effort went into making Valyrian Steel Brienne, which took all of my three computer editing skillz brain cells. But yeah, here again, I liked to play with the idea of them not admitting to their love until shit hits the fan and then they hide behind that because... drama, angst, feels, pining, yadda.

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And we go from Marvel to DC little quick. Because Brienne is, most certainly, a Wonder Woman. Nuf said.

Now, let’s move on to other big movie franchises that give me all the JB feels:

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Jurassic Park (aka Valyrian Park) evidently holds a special place in my heart because JB fighting dinosaur-dragon hybrids and kicking ass while being disbelieving about what was bred out in Valyria thanks to some certain someones to rescue Brienne’s adoptive daughter Arya is just... a thing? For me anyway.

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More down memory lane, I don’t know how often I watched the LOTR movies, suffice to say it was a lot a lot. We had the extended versions DVDs of the first two and basically it was the one thing to watch when nothing was on (which was the case a lot). Either way. JB in MIddle Earth long after the days of Frodo et al. - why? Because I just loved the idea (and aesthetic) of Jaime as a ranger and Brienne as a knight of Gondor working in disguise. And Hobbipod. I mean, Pod as a Hobbit. Come the fuck on. And Tyrion as an asshole wizard. What could possibly go wrong? This moodboard was very time-consuming as I had to do a lot of edits (pointy ears, tiny up people, smudge Brienne’s face on a lot of Boromir and Faramir images, smudge Jaime’s face on a lot of Aragorn images, you name it). So yeah. No matter its popularity... I dig it. Despite not having read the books yet (I know, shocking), I continue to ogle at the idea and go like: Must. Write. But. Must. Resist. Either way. Mood.

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So yeah, I grew up watching these movies a lot, too (I grew up watching a lot of TV, period). And when Gwen was cast as Captain Phasma, I got a lot of JB juices flowing as a result. Mehe. I found it was a fun idea to play with, to basically *kill* Phasma so *Brienne* can come into play and assume her identity. And a rundown Jedi!Jaime who’s lost faith in himself and everything else safe for his partner in crime/resistance is just... I needz. So you gotta cope with it. I still adore this concept a lot even if others may not. :)

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This one’s just... gah. Feels. And I really liked the color scheme lol. And I watched Horse Whisperer A LOT. Because of feels. And horses. And Honor is a horse and he deserved better than be barbecued at Highgarden, dammit.

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The No Reservations AU definitely has to be in this post because I live for this dynamic. Brienne taking care of the girls, not knowing how, though, constantly doubting herself while always trying to be perfect and composed, not just in life but on the job as well. And Jaime being the laid-back guy who’s just a darn good chef but may carry his own baggage of problems that keep him from his happy ending story is just... mah jam.

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This one was a lot of fun to do because you don’t really think about Erin Brockovich when you say Brienne of Tarth in terms of character. But when you scratch away the boob jokes and the differences in where they come from, what you find are two hard-working women who fight for justice, so I found that close enough. And it was excuse enough for me to go down the lane of biker!Jaime because... dayum.

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Music and Lyrics is an all-time guilty pleasure romcom of mine. It’s so light and easy and I kind of love how everyone is basically a bunch of awkward losers. All the more perfect for Jaime as a singer (we need that in our lives after the infamous video Nik was in to sing to us about global warming...) and Brienne as the unexpectedly gifted songwriter. What I like about the moodboard per se is how the color scheme turned out because it’s all warm and bright and... makes me happy.

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Very much in contrast to the former stands this one. I still love the overall mood of it and I dig the story idea because I dug both The Prestige and The Illustionist because they presented something dark yet very different, which made it all the more appealing to put into a moodboard for me. While not the most well-known moodboard of mine, I keep going back to it time and time again to basically lust at all the illusions and magic and drama. And blue butterflies.

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What is there not to love about a Pacific Rim AU for JB, am I right? Right?! JB ain’t just compatible when it comes to the Drift, yo, that’s all I’m gonna say. Reasons why I like the moodboard a lot is that it’s very different, flashy colors, gigantic robots, and I was mostly alright with how the edits turned out. It is tough to get images that fit the angles, yo.

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Jumping back in time once more, I really adore this one even though it’s not one of my popular moodboards. I dug the fusion of elements from Cinderella Man while granting Brienne as the female lead more space to develop as a character and make her a badass sniper nurse who is about to get her doctor’s degree. And Jaime doing anything to make it work because he owes her a debt (and his love) by boxing his way to their shared life is just... nice.

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Another supposedly lesser known moodboard is this one, though I really adore it for its premise and the amount of work I put into it (all the giffing and moodboarding). I also found use for that image of Gwen with what looks like the veil of a nun, which was probably what had me inspired in the first place lol. The plot bunnies revolve less around Se7en and more the novel El ùltimo Catón (2001) because it has a nun solving a mystery revolving around Dante’s works. But Se7en gives us the Seven, which is a delicious parallel too hard to ignore. For me at least. If only I knew how to write crime, dammit.

Now, to move more into the serial (smooth transition from serial killer to serial TV shows, I know, I know) way of life, here is some moodboards inspired by TV shows (although some have since gotten movies which I also took inspiration from... yadda):

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Childhood memory galore. I spent many weekends watching The A-Team with the whole family. When the movie came out, I was happy about the feels it gave me (and the “you spin my head right round” scene still cracks me up more often than it should). Either way. I found it absolutely necessary for Jaime to be Face, for Tyrion to be Hannibal, for Bronn to be B.A. and cuss at everyone and everything and Brienne giving us the strangest genderbend of a Howling Mad Murdock. It added some angst, which I always need because I am a thirsty hoe for it. In case no one noticed yet. Ha.

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This one is very remotely inspired by The Bletchley Circle and the Imitation Game (because both feature encryption and one features Charles Dance already, yo.) I just really dug the idea of Brienne being so good at this because she is such a straight thinker but being underestimated because “she a woman.” And of course her not being done just encoding messages but getting into action, very much to the dismay of the stupid soldier wanting to defend the bae from harm. What could possibly go wrong? Right. A lot.

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Then. Elementary. Let me count the ways in which I love that show... ALL THE WAYS. And I really dig it as a JB AU. I have so many thoughts and feelings, I can’t even begin to tell you. I especially had my fun basically making Jaime Sherlock without making him really Sherlock because that guy was the one who taught him how to be an investigator before disappearing and fucking up his life for bad. And Brienne as the army doctor turned sober companion turned private investigator turned love interest is just too delicious to ignore.

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Pants down I mean hands down, this may be the actual favorite (currently) amongst them all for the plain reason that I also grew up watching that series and still watch it and keep obsessing about it. Ever since Discovery launched and has since given me both joy and grief, I found myself intrigued by the premise of a JB Star Trek AU where Brienne would be standing *with* the Klingons during the war around the time Discovery takes place, and Captain Jaime Lannister having lost far too much to this war already to truly trust anyone, even less so a woman who ran to the Klingons, for what it seems.

You would not believe how many ideas I have for a fic based on it. You wouldn’t believe that I basically have a sequel to that fic already in mind. And you would definitely believe, knowing me, that I am nowhere near writing that fic. But a fangirl can dream and moodboard, right? The moodboard was such a fun way of going about it, not only for the edits but because I could sneak some secret Klingon messages in there. :)

Now, on to the last part, which are the moodboards not inspired by movies or TV shows primarily but really just spewed out of my wacky, wacky brain:

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This has a special place in my heart because it combines military and the traumas it comes with for JB and.... the aesthetic of farming. And both finding a kind of peace they didn’t know they were looking for as they struggle to adjust and find their way back “to normal” after the horrors they have both seen in war. And did I mention the aesthetic? And Jaime in plaid? All dirty and sweaty? Do I have to say more?

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Why this one? Because it combines angst and romance and falling in love twice because DESTINY. And paintings. I love me my artist AUs. So that was my go at it, combining it with the “mystery” to be uncovered about what history Jaime and Brienne actually share as he tries to put his memories back together. Also. This moodboard gave me opportunity to try out new filters and create JB paintings. :)

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This one’s gotta be on the list since I also added the Horse Whisperer. Now it’s Dog Whisperer Jaime and Brienne who won’t give up on her dog who’s seen some shit in the warzone (as did she, but Brienne will put it all aside for her doggish best buddy, of course). While it’s not a very popular moodboard of mine, I really enjoy the premise of it and how the dynamics can so easily change between the two of them if you see it in comparison to the Horse Whisperer AU. Also. I just really think Jaime is a total pet person.

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Another lesser known moodboard, I’d assume, but I really dug the premise of it (still do), and it was intriguing to do some edits to make Jaime’s hand *truly* golden lol. With people having developed strange mutations which aren’t nearly as much fun as they are in Fantastic Four AUs. What I liked about it was the idea that Brienne would have a kind of mutation/ability that links to the mind, since she is such a physically strong fighter that she may rather rely on that than on her own mind, fearing that she cannot control that with discipline the same way she can train her body with it. What unites the two is their strong wish to protect the people in their care, in a world on the verge of collapse forcing two unexpected allies together (okay, I totally expected it, but they didn’t). Either way. Much love for this one. :)

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Aaaand the last one (not of all the ones I made but the ones I picked for Gwenspiration). I really, really, really adore this one because I was so happy with how the aesthetic turned out and how the colors all match. And I dig the premise. Like holy moly do I dig it deep. Jaime and Brienne both serving in military, but on different fronts, and almost accidentally ending up writing each other letters? I mean... the PINING. And Brienne having to decipher Jaime’s chickenscratch. Yeah no, but for real. I just love the idea so much. That they are both committed to the cause while also yearning for a home, for peaceful times, for sweet, sweet love. And them meeting up and acting like stupid teenagers, only for drama to keep hitting because. It’s eh me angsty Wacky.

Either way. I dig the premises of a lot of my moodboards (in fact... basically all of them or else I wouldn’t be making them, I guess). I spared you listing all of them, though I listed a whole damn lot already. Moodboards are an awesome means for me personally to visualize and (re-)imagine. And since quite a few people seem to continue to be onboard with them, I am all the happier to keep making them.

That’s all for today.

Much love! ♥♥♥

*flies away*

#gwenspiration #jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #wacky tries moodboards #and talks about them a lot

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welcometoyournewhell · 6 years ago

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Stress Management

A/N: Just a small idea that hit me this morning. Done on the phone, my apologies in advance.

Damn it. Shiro took a breath, he knew it was only a matter of time before he and Adam fell back into an old routine; Dating or not. Curtis watched quietly from his station as the captain and co captain went at it.

They were fighting over something as little as the next rest stop to refuel and re stock their supplies. Shiro wanted one planet that was closer, and Adam thought another would be better. This then lead to the brining up older fights some how and a newer one about Adam coming to space with his injuries.

It was clear to see where Keith got his attitude from. Words going in one ear and somewhat processing before going out the other, stubborness, use of hands and arms while yelling, the small bratty after math, etc. The solider watched as the brunette turned to leave with a huff before storming out.

Now it was just the captain and Curtis. The male's cheeks reddened slightly at this realization before studying over the captain. He looked on the verge of angry tears. He was over stressed and Adam.... wasn't really helping. But it wasn't Curtis's place to judge their relationship, in fact he'd noted when they had their good moments..... they were really sweet!

In fact, if he remembered correctly, they'd gotten into a tickle fight by one of the storage rooms before. Or well.... kind of. Adam had an attitude that was really bugging the other, so he turned and started tickling shine an ear and under the chin.

The former professor weakened instantly with a blush and started giggle/gurgling. Maybe it was a really bad sweet spot? Curtis had to remind himself that the two had been together since their early teen years. If Shiro didn't want to deal with this, he wouldn't.... right?

What Curtis also had to take note of was the interactions. Adam was a lot like a mom. Made sure both Keith and Shiro ate, didn't over work themselves, and slept a good amount before preforming their duties.

He took care of them, and Shiro took care of him as muh as he could in return. Even if that meant the two tickling it out by the storage areas. Wait.... that gave the other an idea. Adam was in a pissy mood so he wouldn't be around again at least for an hour or so, and everyone was walking around the planet they had to make an emergency landing on after their last attack.

Shiro was sitting at a table looking over their routes. He'd borrowed a pair of Adam's glasses as he quickly discovered his eye sight was starting to fail on him. He kept flinching and holding his head before taking deep breaths. He must not have noticed the other person in the room.

Perfect.

It started off small with resting his hands on the other's shoulders. The touch seemed to calm Shiro a lot before he realized.... it wasn't Adam offering a massage. "Oh, Curtis. How long have you been here? " Which translated to: How much of that did you see?

The other shrugged as he looked away a bit, he could feel his face heating up. Rather than taking the sign for what it truly meant, Shiro thought it meant he'd seen too much. "Oh.... sorry about that?" The brunette shrugged. "Happens between people, lovers especially." That line hurt.

The platinum haired male sighed before nodding. "Kind of." He loved Adam, just sometimes he wished he'd go back to the first Adam he'd fallen in love with. The brunette frowned before kneading into the shoulders. "Nn.... mmm. What are you doing?" He didn't want it to stop though, this kid had better skilled hands than.... any one who tried to do this before; And he just started.

"It's not good to be so tense or stressed. Don't take this the wrong way, if Adam wouldn't get mad I'd do this to him too." They were both blushing a bit. "I don't.... mmm, don't think he'd be mad. Juuuuhhhst maybe uncomfortable." Curtis a d Shiro had a bond that had formed "off screen" so-to-speak.

It wasn't much more than platonic though, and Adam didn't seem to question it. No one did. Curtis tried to hang out with Adam too but.... he was just too scary! The brunette nodded a bit before trying to think of something to talk about. "So.... you moved Adam out of the medical ward?" Maybe he wasn't the best topic right now but.... eh?

"Yeah, he didn't want his own cabin and refuses to sleep with me so he's been staying with Keith." The brunette nodded. Shiro leaned forward as the other started down his back. Odd but.... sounded like Adam. "Oh.... are you two... like?" Most would find it rude to get in this deep, but Curtis was the one of those people.

The captain sighed. "No but.... I'm not single either? Adam.... Adam has his own way of doing things. He'll be mad at me forever, but I'm also not with him. However, I'm not apart from him if that makes sense." The brunette nodded. He was getting closer to his goal.

"So like a break?" Yeah, that kind if summarized it. "But you can date when your on break." But who would he date anyway? He'd only ever knew Adam, and that was his safe spot. That was his home, his teen years, his adulthood, his entire life at this point. Adam had dated a guy or two when they were on breaks but he never liked then like he did Shiro.

They were soul mates. Shiro suddenly yelped when fingers got too close to his upper sides. There was a pause.... a silence. Shit. "Ticklish, captain?" The blush on the platinum haired male's face free slightly. Hey, Adam was his soul mate.... did that mean he couldn't get flustered over another man calling him names and touching him (especially when he wasn't used to it).

"Curtis, please wahahahit! Ah, nhahahao!" He hunched forward more as fingers dug into the upper part of his tummy. "Curtis sthahahop it! Ghehehet off mehehhe! " The captain squirmed around in an attempt to get free. He giggled and squirmed about, trying to dislodge the younger male. Until... he moved up to teasing.

Physically teasing. It was rather affective in weakening the poor leader. Playing with the crevis of his arm, poking at his tummy, his ribs, sailing the backs of his ears and under his chin, and pinching up his sides all from behind. The captain was putty in his hands. Pink cheeks, alert and younger looking eyes, the slight giggle when he thought the other was moving.... Adam was a lucky guy.

Curtis frowned a bit at the thought. He shook his head when he felt the other lean against him, as if asking him to continue. "Oh, so you like this?" Shiro didn't reply. He merely giggled as his ribs were slightly played with. "Hahaha! Oh stop! N-Nhahaho!" Brown eyes rolled.

"Your like a child, " the younger giggled. Saying he didn't want to be tickled when he did. "Shahahush!" He was in many ways. Adam had two children, just one nearly had a ring. Nearly. For now.... Shiro was going to enjoy this. He hadn't been tickled since.... well he was tickled in space but like.... a nice tickle fight type deal had been maybe four years ago?

"Shi-eee! Not there, not thehehere!" He shrieked and threw his head back as he squirmed about. "What's here? The matter? Thunder thighs too much?" Curtis had managed to get his hands between the legs and squeezed at the inside of them.

"Curtis! D-Dhahahaon't, please?!" Okay, okay. There bond was the that strong yet and the solider did that want to over do it. So he moved to the knees instead. He kneeled awkwardly by the other before taking his legs into a head lock and tweaking the under sides. "Hehehehe! Why are you thahaickling mehe?" Had he even asked? Maybe he was too distracted from touch starvation.

"Like I said before, it's not good to be so tense." He'd moved down a bit, sitting under the table like a child. Oh no! "Um, that's what you said about the massage thing." "Exactly." Oh? Oh! A mixture of ticklish sensations and relaxed feelings came over the captain. It was like the younger was hitting pressure points in the foot to ease his tension headache.

He didn't feel.... his boot taken off either? Did this guy have him in that much of a touch trance? It wouldn't be the first or even eightieth time it happened. "Hahaha, stop. Adam s-stop it!!" Adam? Curtis looked around, he didn't seem any other.... oh. He meant him.

Shiro's mind was so deep into the feeling that he just.... melted. Maybe it was a desire to when Adam tickling him again, or from old memory. Either way Curtis was kind of hurt. "You should probably nap, " he giggled. When he crawled out from under the table someone came through the door. "Takashi, you need to, " Adam pauses. He looked up from his papers to talk but.... the sight before him.

A blushing, panting, breathless Shiro with messy hair and clothes.... Curtis blushing as well. A look of anger came over him. He wasn't mad at Shiro, well... little bit. "It's not, no I was helping him relax, " Curtis explained quickly. Shiro stumbled as he tried to stand up. He leaned I to the table for balance. He was.... much more enough starved than he thought. It appears his tickle tolerance had also decreased over the years.

"He was just.... um." How embarrassing! Adam handn't tockles, cuddled, or massaged him since before Kerberos and.... discussing it was awkward. "He was just what, Takashi?! " So this is what Shiro was talking about with them being apart but together. Literally broken up but acted like they still dated.

"I was helping him relax by massaging his shoulders.... which lead to a one sided tickle fight." Curtis kept his head down as he squealed. He didn't want to them to fight anymore! There was enough stress and te soon on this ship and the captain could be minded by it and make a wrong move! Yeah, sure.

He just didn't want them to fight anymore. They loved each other but in an old married couple way. Shiro was blushing before rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah.... sorry." Adam looked over him again. He didn't have boots on which.... was probably only one of the reasons he belived them.

The former professor adjusted his glasses before laying the stack of papers down. He made a rather awkward eye contact with Shiro before Curtis huffed. "Okay, you two need to talk." This was getting annoying. But everytime they did.... hey fought. Adam frowned a bit more than scowling before fixing his love up a bit.

As he did Shiro pulled him close before tickling as his side. "Hehe! Kashi, nohot in front of Cu, " he squeaked louder when fingers found his exposed ribs. "I don't think he minds, " Shiro reached as the other started to tickle his love. Adam was now the flustered, giggling mess. But he didn't really mind too much last the part of well.... being tickle not behind closed doors and by someone who wasn't his love or child.

But.... Curtis was respectful where his hands were and honestly being a lot more gentle than Shiro. He could see why his love looked so distorted. Curtis would soon fingers himself being a couple's therapist.

#voltron #adashi #tickling #tickle #shadam #shiro #vld shiro #takashi shirogane #adam #vld adam #curtis vld #shuram #adashiurtis #dad squad

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Title: Mother Knows Best Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean, Mary Summary: Ticklish!Dean, Ticklish!Sam; Dean is too awkward around Mary so she decided to loosen him up a bit with motherly tickles. Dean reminds her that she has another son who never received those.

Original Prompt: You could maybe do something with Mary? Like in season 12, during the bit where she's actually kinda acting like a mum? Maybe Dean's stressed, or sad, or just acting like a dick so she remembers how ticklish he was when he was little and tickles him, and then Sam walks in on it and Dean tells Mary that she should find out where all Sam's tickle spots are to make up for not being able to find out when they were young? And obviously Dean ends up helping Mary tickle Sam because he's a shit

A/N: AWWWW I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH! It sounds so cute and THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS CUTE THINGY!!! AHHH! Here’s my shot at it!

Note: (9:36 pm) This is my third time writing this prompt....hehehe... Note: (11:04 pm) Fourth attempt....sigh...struggles XD

Mary noticed many things about both her sons. Her oldest, while grown up, looked at her the same way he did when he was four just with added longing. Her youngest looked at her like she was a stranger and it just didn't sit well with her.

Mary wanted to change that. She wanted to know her boys and maybe being a part of their lives would easy things up. First, she had to get through to Dean. Her oldest boy was so awkward around her, it hurt. It was funny but it ached her heart as she realized Dean only had a few years of a mother’s touch. And Sam, God, she didn't want to think about that. So, she might as well re-introduce it to her boys.

Mary walked down one of the many hallways in the bunker, exploring the Men of Letters different rooms when she came across Dean’s. Perfect. Her oldest son was laying on his bed, headphones in. He was breathing deeply and looked utterly relaxed.

Oh well.

Mary crept closer, giving Dean’s left hip an experimental squeezed. Dean screeched in surprise, jumping up and knocking his headphones off.

“Sammy, what the―” Dean paused when he saw Mary. “Mom?”

“Hi,” Mary smiled sweetly at Dean, watching as her oldest melted. Before he could question her again, Mary gave Dean’s hip another squeeze.

“STOHOP ihihit!”

“Dean, I'm just trying to get familiar with you again,” Mary scolded gently. She reached and grabbed Dean’s other hip, experimentally scratching at his flanks.

“YOHOU cahahan dohoho thahat wihihithohohut tihihickling MEHE!”

“But it’s more fun this way.”

“Noho it's NOHOHOT!” Dean shrieked when Mary attacked his worst spot with hard squeezes that sent ticklish jolts through his body. Dean jumped with each motion, head thrown back in hysterical laughter.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else, Dean?”

“MOHOHOM STOHOHOP!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mary tested Dean’s tummy, only getting loud laughter once she dug into the abdomen. She hit a certain spot under Dean’s ribs which made him cackle and focused right on that spot. “I like it here.”

“DOHOHON’T!”

“But, I like this reaction much better,” Mary darted back to Dean’s hip, catching him by surprise. He kicked violently but never shoved Mary away, he just continued laughing. His freckles popped out once his face turned a nice shade of dark pink. He looked utterly adorable.

“Why don't you push me off, Dean? I know you can!”

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T WAHAHANT TO HURT YOHOHOU!”

“Awww,” Mary cooed at her oldest, digging one last time in his most ticklish spot. Dean howled with laughter, finally grabbing Mary’s hands and pushing them off his body.

“Noho more,” He panted.

“What’s going on in here?” A voice asked, which turned out to be Sam who was leaning against the doorframe of Dean’s room. Dean panted in relief at the sight of his little brother, arms stretching pathetically toward him. Sam chuckled, staying where he was and raising an eyebrow at their mother.

“Just tickling him,” Mary shrugged, looking at her baby who was a freaking giant (she still couldn't get over that).

“T-Torture!” Dean corrected. “Torturing me...”

“Just don't kill him,” Sam shrugged, quirking his lips in amusement. Dean sat up, eyes narrowed at his baby brother.

“Ya know, mom? You never got a chance to find any of Sammy’s tickle spots. Wanna give it a shot?”

“What?”

“Definitely,” Mary giggled, mischievousness that resembled Dean’s so much, Sam didn’t move fast enough and Dean barreled into him. The Winchester boys wrestled each other for dominance and Dean finally reigned victorious.

“Haha! Got you pinned!” Dean crowed. Sam punched his brother in the shoulder, squirming frantically to get away.

“Dean, mom, please! Please don't tickle me!”

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Dean chuckled. “Sammy is way more ticklish then I ever was.”

“Oh really?”

“No! Dean, mom don't do it! Please! I’m behehegging yohohou!” Sam squeaked as he felt Mary run her nails along his chin and behind his ear. Sam shook his head, trying to dislodge her fingers.

Dean grabbed both of Sam’s wrists, forcing them above his head, leaving Sam Freaking Winchester vulnerable as hell.

“He reacts better to light tickles but once you get to his tummy, you can go all out, it wont matter.”

“That a deathzone?” Mary asked, scratching down Sam’s biceps and then spidering over the sensitive under arms. Sam arched, laughter flowing out of him as soon at her fingers brushed against his hollows.

“Nahahaha! Mohohom stohohop!”

“But Sammy, I need to know these things! It’s my duty as a mother!”

“Gohoho bahahack to Dehehehean!”

“Shut up, Bitch!” Dean cried, clutching Sam’s wrists with one hand and digging the other one onto Sam’s ribs. Sam squealed at the added hand, hips rocking wildly at the tickles.

“Dean,” Mary warned lightly. “Language.”

“Sorry, mom.”

Mary’s hands joined Dean’s, each playing a different tune of Sam’s ticklish ribs. Dean, knowing exactly what got Sam cackling, massaged the bottom ribs, tickling the little spot underneath as well (something they had in common). Mary focused on the top ribs, experimentally going between light brushes of her nails to wiggling all her finger’s on both sides.

Sam was going crazy, his laughter already taking a desperate tone. He pleaded incoherently, feet kicking out to push himself away from the two.

“Dehehe! StohohOHOP!” Sam cried out when Dean’s hand found Sam’s taunt belly.

“Now, Sammy here is ticklish with or without his shirt on. But, I like tickling skin, just because the reaction is more adorable,” Dean shrugged. “But it’s your preference.”

“Whichever one makes him laugh the hardest,” Mary smirked. Dean matched it, lifting Sam’s shirt to his chest.

“C’mon, Sammy. Show mom how ticklish you are!” Dean let go of Sam’s hands and scribbled both of them on Sam’s left side. Sam jumped, immediately trying to turn on his other side but Mary quickly joined Dean on the right, following his hand movements.

“NAHAHA! NO! DEHEHEAN! MOHOHOM!”

“Oh! Oh! Sammy loved these,” Dean leaned down and nuzzled Sam’s tummy, making the youngest Winchester giggle. Mary cooed, still tickling Sam’s sides. Dean took a deep breath and blew a loud raspberry on Sam’s navel.

“BAHAHAHA! DEHEHEAN NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Sam sobbed, face scrunched up and tears prickling the corner of his eyes.

“One more!”

“NoHOHOHO! DEHEHEAN!”

“Alright, alright, I'm done you big baby!” Dean laughed, rubbing Sam’s pink tummy teasingly. Sam smacked his hands away, scooting away from his older brother and mom.

“Gohohod, that wahas torture!”

“I’m happy you boys let me do this!” Mary beamed. “It makes me feel like...I haven't missed as much.”

Dean pulled Mary into a hug, easily dragging Sam into it as well. It felt awesome to have a mom again (and for the first time).

~Fin~

A/N: Okay so this took forever, I’m sorry! I don’t know why but like the first three prompts were so freaking depressing, I just didn't want that. I finally finished this one (it took forever because I had to babysit as well and I just got distracted *sweat drops*) and I guess it turned out okay? I hope this was something you were looking for!

#Ticklish!Sam #Ticklish!Dean #Supernatural #Supernatural tickle fic #tickle fic #tickling #Season 12 #Mary Winchester #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Anon prompt #fluffy #mother fluff #cute Ig #Fic: Mother Knows best

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