#Tom the tickle monster

[gameprincessanya]

Terry's Tickle Monster (OC fic)

Summary: Terry Johnson was 23. He was a handsome man of German descent. He had thick brown hair, green eyes, and wore rectangle glasses. He was 6'2 with a healthy body weight. The only problem was that Terry was the type who kept to himself, the sort who didn't let much light into his life. Can a monster Terry hadn't seen since his childhood help him see the worthiness in himself and let his inner light shine?

(Content warning: Tickle fic, tentacles (non-sexual).) (My first OC tickle story! Yes, I wrote this before "Skylar's Dragon"! If people like this or the other story, I may write sequels! :))

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The light of the phone screen made Terry squint his jade green eyes. He immediately switched to dark mode.

He was trying to read fanfiction of his favourite series, "Bendy and the Ink Machine." This one was about Henry finally getting out of the loop he was in.

Terry read through the fanfic and sighed. It was a well written story, but it was as of yet not updated. He thought he may as well read it anyway but was prepared for the cliffhanger it would end on.

There was a shuffle in Terry's closet. He didn't pay it any mind. Probably their orange cat Kimberly having snuck into his room again. He smiled to himself, remembering the cuteness of his cat.

He kept reading the story, but couldn't help notice the shuffles in the closet seemed more like someone was digging through his clothes. Rolling his eyes, he put down his phone, and walked over.

His closet seemed perfectly normal as he looked through it. Nothing was in there.

"Weird," he said as he turned back to go read his story.

Picking up the phone, he read a little more. He was almost at the end of the chapter.

Then he heard something stomp under his bed. Fear spiked through him.

"H-hello…? Anyone there?" He called out.

No answer.

Suddenly the monster came at him, wiggling its black tentacles at him from the ceiling. He shrieked and fell back onto the bed, pulling his covers up to his nose.

The tentacled monster waved at him and smiled, showing its shark-like teeth.

"Terry! Hi!" the monster said, and made itself upright, sitting on his bed. "How are you, kiddo? It's been so long!"

"Tom?!" Terry said, not believing his eyes. "B-but you're not real! Y-you're-"

He cut himself off to just stare at the monster he'd thought was imaginary this whole time.

"Hm? Oh, well usually we monsters don't visit our kids after they grow up. So everyone looks back at us as imaginary creatures they made up as children. But this was an emergency, and I've come to intervene!"

"Huh? W-what's going on?" Terry said, concerned. He was still not over the shock of his childhood tickle monster being real.

"We've got a case of serious grumpiness that I've come to remedy." He said with a smile. He wiggled his tentacles.

"What?" Terry said, with a nervous giggle. "Hehheheh-! Y-you don't mean…?"

"I do. Now Terry, come tell me what's troubling you."

Terry looked over at his phone with dreary eyes, and back at Tom.

"It's a long story…"

Tom frowned and shook his head. "Come here."

Though Terry was grown up now, he found comfort in Tom. He shifted closer to him, and smiled up at him.

"I don't know… I was kind of a jerk. I mean, I feel like a jerk…"

Listening carefully, Tom put a tentacle around Terry's shoulders.

"It was at a co-worker's retirement party. There was a blonde girl there. She wore a purple dress. She didn't wear any makeup, but she seemed kind and optimistic."

"Aww, she sounds nice. So what happened?" He said, curiously.

"Uhh… well…" Terry said, thinking it over. "I was kind of awkward when me and my dad talked to her and her mom. They knew my uncle, and they asked me why I wasn't at his bake sale charity event. I told them it wasn't my style, and I don't know… She seemed a bit disappointed in me."

"Oh? So then what happened?"

"Well, nothing much. I saw there was this bean bag game people were playing. I played a couple times, but my dad was better at it than me… and the girl was a lot more athletic. She was out there for a while, playing it over and over."

"Okay. So did anything else happen?"

He shrugged.

"There was this group gathering. I guess we had a toast, and some food, and then we went home. That's all there is to it."

Tom looked at him sadly.

"So what was the problem here?"

Terry shook his head.

"Well… maybe I should have gone to my uncle's event for charity. He's a nice guy and he's always supported me, so it would be nice to support him in return. Even if the event isn't really my style." He pondered. "I guess, maybe dad was right… Doing stuff you don't always want to do builds character." He smiled a little, the nostalgia of helping his father with his woodworking shining in his eyes.

"Exactly!" Tom said, supporting him in his decision.

"Another thing is, I feel like people at work don't really like me much." Terry sighed. "I delivered some of our supplies to the wrong place. It's my own fault, but I don't really know if I can fix it." He admitted.

"Well, you know what can fix a glum face?" Tom said. Terry then giggled, shifting away.

"Heheheheh! A-already?" He braced himself, ready for the attack. His usual low baritone voice pitched up a bit higher. Tom smiled mischevously and scooped him up in his tentacles. He used two of them to tickle his underarms, making Terry shriek with laughter. "HEEHEHEHHEHEEEEHEHEEHHEHEHHEHEEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEEEE!!"

"Goodness gracious! You are still as ticklish as before!" Tom teased. He used two more tentacles to sweep up and down his sides.

"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHP!" Terry cried, wiggling his body every which way, but still unable to get away because of the way the tentacles held his limbs. Some of the tentacles supported his torso too, and one of them decided to target his back and slide up and down his spine. "WHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAAAA! NOHOHOHOOT THERE!"

Tom was feeling rather playful, but he wanted to listen so Terry could feel safe with him. He stopped tickling the spine, and moved to support it instead. His other tentacles tickled his ribs, making sure to slip and slide in a way that felt extra tickly.

"HAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAAA! WHY THAHAHAHAHAT?!" Terry shrieked. He felt giddy and carefree like this, the memory of his relatives tickling him coming back. He hadn't been tickled since he was 13, so it was quite the surprise. "HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEE! C-COME OHOHOHOON!"

Juxtaposing his tentacles, he wiggled them under Terry's shirt to circle his belly from opposite sides. This made him wiggle and shriek even more.

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAHAHAAA! WHY THAHAHAHAHAT?!"

"Because it's fun!" Tom giggled. Two more tentacles came and gently squeezed his hips.

"HAAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAAA! WHYHHYHYHHHY?!"

Deciding Terry probably needed a break, Tom stopped. Terry breathed heavily.

"Hee hheee heheheeh hehehe hehee…!" Terry giggled as he gasped for air.

"How was that, huh?"

Terry managed to calm his breathing and looked up at Tom.

"Heh… Y-you forgot… my feet…"

Blinking his dark brown eyes, Tom then grinned.

"So, you want more?"

Terry nodded with a blush and looked away. Seeing Terry's blush, Tom giggled to himself.

"We don't have to continue right away." He reminded him. Terry just huffed.

"Well… Uh… I-I want to."

Tom pulled him into his tentacles again. This time he let Terry rest on his bed while he went at it. Carefully, he lifted his black hoodie and shirt until he saw his ribs. He carefully slid his tentacles under the hoodie and slid his tentacles up his ribs until he rested them in his armpits. He moved them slightly, getting Terry to chortle.

Carefully, Tom's other tentacles removed Terry's shoes. They carefully slipped his socks off as well.

"Are you ready? By the way, I might get your belly again, so don't be surprised."

Terry just giggled in anticipation.

"Heh! I-I won't be-!"

Quickly, Tom used two tentacles to go at his belly, and two more to sweep across his soles. This sent Terry into a ticklish flurry. He wiggled all around the bed but couldn't get away because of the two tentacles that held his wrists, and two more that held his ankles.

"HEEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEEEEHEEE!!" He laughed hard as the tentacles on his belly moved from his stomach, up to his ribs, and swept close to his sides. He squealed as one of them found his belly button, wiggling its way inside. Meanwhile, the tentacles at his feet slid into his arches, going at them rapidly. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!"

It felt like torture, but he didn't want it to stop.

"HAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAAHAHHAA! WHYHHYHYHHYHYHYY?!" He squealed, as the tentacles moved to trace his toes on one foot, and slide between them on the other foot. Meanwhile, the tentacles at his stomach swirled in circles again, getting close to his sides, and then quickly moving again, one sliding and then swirling in his belly button and the other sliding back and forth along his mid-back. It slowly went down to his lower back, and then slid up again.

Soon Terry was hanging half-way off the bed, his stomach stretched in a vulnerable way.

Tom didn't let up. He let go of Terry's wrists and held his hips instead, trying to pull him up. The tentacle at his belly button didn't let up, and was able to tickle between the skin folds all the way to the back, which made Terry feel ticklish in a way he'd never felt before. His entire tummy felt ticklish tingles go through it. Terry squealed, his fluffy brown hair getting tossed all about. He was about to cry for mercy, when something else caught his attention.

"HEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!! MY GLASSES! HEEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE!! PLEASE! MY GLASSES!"

They were about to fall off his face.

Tom stopped, and pulled him up, using one tentacle to save his glasses. He put them back on his face and smiled at him.

"There. How do you feel?"

Terry gasped for air, laying on the bed to catch his breath. He was still smiling, and gave a thumbs up to him. A few more moments were spent in silence as Terry caught his breath and curled up, rubbing at his stomach and feet to help the tingles go away. His face was flushed and he smiled adorably. He'd missed fun times like this with Tom.

Suddenly his phone buzzed. Picking it up, Terry saw that it was Hailey.

Groaning, he went to his messages and texted her back. Hailey was a girl who had a crush on him. Her hair was dyed bright red and she was kind of cute, with pale blue eyes. However, Terry didn't think they'd be a good match, because Terry was secretly gay.

She was one of the employees under his management. He'd shown her the ropes and helped her, and that had been enough. She'd made her crush quite obvious.

He sighed, seeing that she was just concerned about how he was feeling. He texted back that he'd be alright, he'd probably looked glum the other day.

Tom noticed Terry texting.

"Oh? Who is it?" He wondered, and looked over. Terry quickly hid his phone.

"Uhh, it's Hailey. This girl who likes me." He said.

"Oh. Interesting! So, what's she like…?" He said excitedly.

"Well, she's uh… She's nice! But uh, she doesn't know…" Looking away, he cleared his throat. "Uh, t-that I'm gay…"

"I see." Tom said. He smiled, putting his tentacle on his shoulder supportively. "Do you think she wouldn't accept you?"

Terry didn't answer, just looking away and sighing. Hailey seemed like a sweet girl, but if word got out that he was gay, his parents would probably disown him. And he was still saving up to buy a house.

"Uh, it's not that… It's just that, uh, I want to be cautious. My uh- The last person I told kind of uh, broke my trust."

Tom listened carefully.

"My previous boyfriend. He told the guys at my hockey team and they never stopped making fun of me…" He put his hand over his face. "I uh, just like to be cautious, you know?"

Tom nodded, understanding. Looking down, he noticed Terry's black painted nails. They were slightly chipped, but he hadn't picked off the paint yet.

Sitting in silence, Terry didn't move. He didn't know what to do.

Tom gently massaged his shoulders, wanting to make him feel better.

"Terry… If this girl is truly nice as you said, I'm sure she'll understand. Besides, the faster you get it over with the sooner she can move on." He said. "She's not a blabbermouth, is she?"

Shaking his head, Terry fidgeted with his hands.

"Nah, Hailey is shy. She barely talks more than she has to…"

Tom patted his shoulders.

"I think your nerves are getting to you. It'll be alright." He smiled. "I promise."

"Thank you…"

"No problem, kid…"

Things would be okay in time. Terry was glad he'd talked to someone about this, and knew if no one else had his back, Tom did. He felt loved and supported, and knew he'd have the courage to do what was needed. After all, Hailey was a nice girl and deserved to know the truth.

[End.]

[ifortom]

WINTER AHEAD (1/2) T.H.

Summary: An unexpected pregnancy at 21 completely changes the lives of two young people. Over time, their paths diverge, and their hearts bear the pain of separation. Yet, the life born from their love keeps them unbreakably connected, showing that some bonds transcend time and differences. Also, it’s Christmas time!

A/N: I wrote this suddenly and couldn’t stop, but it will be divided into two parts because it took a different turn than I expected. Oh, and I know Christmas is already over, but my brain only started working after the festivities ended. I brought up some topics in this text that might be sensitive and cause some discomfort, but in the next chapter, some things will be explained.

The sound of the door opening, along with soft footsteps on the carpet, woke you up on yet another winter morning. Shortly after, you could feel the new weight on the blanket covering you, preventing the cold from reaching you.

"Mummy, are you awake?" The sleepy, drowsy voice reached your ears, and small fingers gently touched your face.

Delicate fingers gently trace imaginary lines on your face, attempting to wake you up.

"Mummy, come on. Daddy will be here soon."

It’s possible to detect the faint hint of desperation beginning to emerge in the little one's voice, as he spares no tactic to wake you up.

Stretching your arms without opening your eyes, you wrap Ethan in the blanket, eliciting a loud laugh from him.

"Oh no, help!" he shouts amid his laughter.

"This is an attack from the blanket monster!" you say, deepening your voice as you join in the game Ethan invented a few years ago.

As he tries to escape from the blanket you’ve wrapped him in, you attack with tickles, making him squirm uncontrollably on the bed.

"Mummy, please!" he says, laughing.

"Mummy? There’s no Mummy here, only the blanket monster."

"But I need my mum."

"Then do you surrender?"

"Yes, yes, please!" he says, and you release him, throwing your own body onto the bed and closing your eyes. When you feel Ethan stretch out over you, you open your eyes and smile at him.

"Oh, good morning, E."

"Good morning, Mummy! I was attacked by the blanket monster."

"Really? And did you defeat him?"

"Hm, not this time."

"Ah, that's okay. I bet the blanket monster had all his meals today, that's why he was so strong this time," you say, sitting up and pulling his little body close to yours. Ethan sits on your lap, his legs wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your chest as you lean back against the headboard of the bed.

Your hand gently pats his back, soothing him even more. No matter how much he grows, his mother's lap will always be his favourite place.

You bring your face closer to the top of his head and inhale the scent of baby shampoo coming from his soft hair.

Ethan may be just a few months away from turning 6 and becoming more independent in his routine, but to you, little E will always be the baby who cried loudly the first time you held him in your arms at 21.

From the moment you discovered you were pregnant, you knew life would never be the same, but the feeling of holding a newborn in your arms just minutes after he took his first breath of air was almost like a cold shower.

Since that moment, life took a new direction. There was no longer just Y/N. Now it would be Y/N and Ethan.

And Tom.

And as always, life spins in unexpected ways, and suddenly everything changes. Some things no longer seem to be enough.

After a few minutes in the same position, Ethan starts to move, and you release him to look at him.

"Can we have hot chocolate today?" he asks.

"Wasn't that our breakfast yesterday?"

"I know, but..." He turns his face, staring at the window. "I'm going to miss it."

He doesn't specify, but you understand what he means. It's the weekend, which means Ethan will spend the next few days away from home. Your home.

"I'm sure Daddy can make hot chocolate for you if you ask him."

"He makes it, but it's not like yours," he says, pouting.

"Ah, boy, stop trying to convince me with that face, you know it just makes me want to squeeze you!" you say, excited, wrapping him in your arms and hugging him tightly, covering his cheeks with kisses. "Go put on a sweater and let's have our breakfast, okay? Daddy will be here soon."

He nods and wriggles out of your arms, jumping off the bed and running toward his room. You get up and head to the bathroom, tying your hair back and washing your face to shake off the sleepiness.

When you reach the kitchen of the small apartment, Ethan is already trying to climb onto one of the stools at the counter—a thing you've already scolded him for trying to do on his own.

"What have I told you about asking for help?" you ask, approaching him and helping him sit on the stool.

"Sorry," he mumbles, then starts watching your movements as you gather the ingredients needed.

"Are you excited?" you ask, distracted.

"I am! Daddy said we're going to see the snow and the big Christmas tree. And then we're going to see Grandpa and Grandma."

This is a tradition of Ethan's that has been kept since his first Christmas, even though he was too young to understand. The photo on the wall serves as a constant reminder. Every Christmas, you would take him to the city center, where the Christmas tree was set up and the decorations lit up everything around.

However, the tradition of strolling through the city center during the festive season began long before Ethan ever thought about being born.

At 16, Tom took you for the first time to see the Christmas lights. According to him, it was just a walk among friends, but both of you knew that day meant so much more than that. After all, it was the day of your first kiss.

"This isn't a date," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Tom, I believe what we're doing qualifies as a date," you laugh.

"No, you deserve something better and bigger. You can consider this a date, fine, but we'll do more things and I'll take you to other places. I promise. A more exclusive place, too! There are too many people here," he says, looking around, and you laugh, pulling him closer and wrapping one of your arms that wasn't holding his around his neck.

"Any place with you is exclusive."

It’s been two years since you and Tom decided to go separate ways. For some reason, the relationship began to fade. It wasn’t for lack of love or affection for each other. But the heavy workload and raising a baby while still so young interfered with the future you had envisioned at 20, before Ethan became a matter that needed to be discussed.

Ethan was never considered a burden by either of you, but everything had to be reconsidered the moment you held the positive pregnancy test in your hands. Studies had to be put on hold for a while, and Tom had to find a full-time job that paid more than the part-time one he had at the time. In addition, he still needed to make time for his college studies. You also helped as much as you could during the pregnancy, taking online design courses that provided you with some work during that time.

Your parents were shocked, as were his, but they never denied their help. They were the support both of you needed in those first years. They helped with the payment of the first rent for the small apartment you found, and Tom made sure to pay them back as soon as he was able.

But their shock was even greater when they received the news that you and Tom were separating, instead of the engagement they had hoped would happen. Your mother, who had been so in love with Tom back then, cursed him with every name possible for neglecting the family he was starting to build. She demanded that he take responsibility for the consequences of his actions.

As you cried from the pain reflected in her words, you explained that it was a mutual decision. There was nothing more to be done. Tom also made it clear that he wasn’t abandoning anyone, he was just going to move out, and you two would no longer be a couple. But Ethan would remain the main reason for your relationship after the breakup.

He kept his promise and never let anything be lacking for his son. He is present and raises Ethan as a father should. But Ethan is still a child, one who learns everything with increasing ease. This means he has already questioned why mommy and daddy don’t live together.

Despite him enjoying having two different homes.

After Ethan finishes breakfast, he asks for permission to watch a cartoon on the living room TV, and you take the opportunity to change clothes and freshen up. Then, you go to Ethan's room, select his outfit for going out, and check the bag he packed the night before. Although he has his own things at his father's house, Ethan still spends most of his time with you, so there are always more things at your place. You add a few jumpers and socks to his backpack and call him to change clothes.

"Let me smell your breath," you say after helping him put on his socks. Ethan opens his mouth, and you bring your face closer to his. "Oh my god!" you exaggerate, acting shocked. "What on earth do you have living in that mouth?" Ethan laughs. "Go brush your teeth now, young man."

He quickly gets up, runs to the bathroom, adjusts the little stool so he can reach the sink, and closes the door. Privacy. The doorbell rings, and Ethan lets out a little squeal.

"It's Daddy!" he says, opening the bathroom door, his mouth covered in toothpaste.

"Hey, finish brushing your teeth, little monster. I'll open the door." He nods and returns to the task, doing it even faster, eager to see his dad.

You take a deep breath and walk toward the door, already knowing what you'll find when you open it. Tom hasn't changed much. Despite the marks on his face being more visible, he still carries the same boyish expression. The same one you once fell hopelessly in love with.

"Hey, I know I arrived a bit too early, but everyone’s excited to see him," he says, one hand going behind his head, scratching his neck. He’s wearing a heavy coat, which shows just how cold it is outside the apartment and building.

"Hi, no problem. You know he's also dying of anticipation," you laugh awkwardly. "Come on in, he's just finishing getting ready."

Tom steps through the door, and nostalgia hits him hard. When he moved out, he thought you’d probably look for another place too—maybe somewhere a little bigger, with three bedrooms and an office so you could work from home. At least, that’s what you both had planned while you were still together. He knows he wouldn’t have been able to stay in a place filled with so many memories if it had been you moving out instead of him.

He notices some changes in the place—the photos that used to feature three people have been taken down from the walls and shelves. Most of them now only show Ethan, with just a few including you. He spots one photo, though, showing your family and his, probably from Ethan's birthday.

This isn’t the first time he’s been inside your home since the breakup. He’s picked up and dropped off Ethan numerous times, including a few occasions when Ethan had a stomach ache and wanted to sleep in your bed. But he had never taken the time to look around. The strange, awkward air between you both always prevented him from examining how you chose to change things after he left.

But he seized the opportunity when you turned your back after saying you’d quickly check something in the laundry area. Unsure of what to do, Tom sat down on the sofa, while you hid near the washing machine, taking deep breaths to prevent the tears from escaping without permission.

No matter how much time passes, Tom holds a piece of your heart that you still haven’t been able to fill. Not with anyone else, nor with yourself. When everything ended, you truly believed that having Ethan would be enough. And he is more than enough. But Tom is unforgettable. Having him so close and still sharing something so precious with him sends shivers down your spine.

Because he’s right there. Just a few steps away. And he’s no longer yours.

The sharp sound of Ethan’s excited voice pulls you back, and you take a deep breath about three times, trying to slow your heart. You swipe your thumb under your eyes, drying any trace of tears.

"E, did you change your shirt?” you ask as you return to the living room, seeing Ethan sitting on the floor, showing Tom a new puzzle he got.

“Yes, I accidentally spilled water while brushing my teeth, Mom,” he says. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no problem, my love.” You move closer, crouch down, and kiss the top of his head. “Well done for changing it all by yourself.” He smiles and shifts his attention back to his dad, who keeps his eyes fixed on him.

You let Ethan and Tom talk on their own for a while and take the opportunity to wash the breakfast dishes.

It’s clear that Ethan prefers having this moment at home, without the rush and hurry of needing to leave right away. That’s why Tom always tries to arrive a little earlier than planned, as if to ease the transition between locations for the coming days.

A few minutes later, Tom's voice catches your attention.

"Y/N, can you come here?" You dry your hands and walk into the living room.

Ethan is sitting with his back to Tom, leaning on the coffee table, playing with a plastic robot.

"What's wrong?" you ask. Tom stands up from the sofa and takes your hand, pulling you a little away from the scene.

"He doesn’t want to go."

"What do you mean, he doesn’t want to go? A few hours ago, he was all excited."

"I noticed, but it’s been almost an hour since I arrived, and when I mentioned that we needed to go, he just turned his back and said he didn’t want to go." Tom’s unfocused, disoriented look tightens your chest.

The duration of Ethan's stays with each of you was never decided. One of the things you both agreed on was that the courts wouldn’t be involved at this stage—you both believed you could communicate and decide how Ethan’s custody would work. Tom spends a lot of time at his father’s beverage company, which makes it harder for him to connect with Ethan during the week. Your job is more flexible, allowing you to work from home and have more free time. However, Tom still asks to spend time with Ethan during the week on occasion and also picks him up from school when needed.

This is a new moment, one that neither of you may know how to handle. It’s never happened before. You gently touch Tom’s arm and walk around him to approach Ethan, sitting down beside him on the floor. The moment you do, he turns his head, resting it on the table.

"Bubba?" You use his favourite nickname. "Can you look at mommy?" Your hand strokes his back, but he stays in the same position, unresponsive. "Can we talk? Daddy said you were upset." With that, Tom moves closer and sits on the sofa behind you.

"Come on, bean. We’re here with you."

Ethan’s accumulated a series of nicknames throughout his life, even during pregnancy. Bean being one of them. And the fact that Tom used it now feels like a low blow, especially to you. After all, it was the way you both referred to him throughout the entire pregnancy.

"What’s bothering you?" No response. "Do you remember what you told me earlier? Daddy’s going to take you to see the snow and the Christmas tree. Grandma and Grandpa will be there too."

"Uncle Harry, Sam, and Paddy too. They’re all waiting for you," Tom adds.

Ethan's small shoulders begin to tremble, causing even more panic in both of you, who exchange a glance before turning your attention back to the little one. Slowly, Ethan starts to sob quietly, and your instinct is to pick him up and comfort him right away. But Tom places his hand on your arm, stopping you, and you look at him in disbelief.

"E, you need to tell us what’s going on."

"I don't want to go," he finally replies.

"Ethan, I need you to tell me why," Tom says.

"I don't want to go," he repeats.

"Right, we get it. But this was our agreement, remember? We have a lot to do at home."

"Mummy," Ethan says, sitting up and turning towards you.

"Bubba, why don’t you want to go with Daddy?" you ask gently. He moves closer to you and throws himself into your lap, wrapping his legs around your body and his arms around your neck, burying his face against you. Tom runs a hand over his face, unsure of what to do as the sound of Ethan’s crying grows louder, filling the room.

You look at Tom without knowing what to say, and he seems just as uneasy about the situation. Ethan has never refused to go out with him before. Could it be that the time he spends with Ethan isn’t enough? Tom looks like he’s ready to start an argument that won’t end anytime soon, judging by the expression on his face. You stand up, holding Ethan even closer to your body.

"I need to calm him down. Can you wait or come back later?" you ask.

"What? Y/N, no. You know I always come early just to avoid situations like this. Everyone is waiting for us at home. I need to go, and I need to take him with me." With that, Ethan clings even tighter to you. Tom notices, and rejection washes over his face.

"I'm sure everyone will understand. Do as you wish, but right now, my priority is him," you say, looking at him before turning away and walking to Ethan's little room. The bed, which he had tried to make himself, is cozy enough for you to lie down with him.

Ethan has always shown preferences and behaviours different from other children his age. This concerned you and led you to seek professional help. The paediatrician conducted some tests and recommended starting psychological treatment. A few sessions have already taken place, and Mia, the child psychologist, has had several conversations with you.

Throughout the entire separation period, what concerned you the most was Ethan's reaction and how all these changes would affect him.

Even though he was only three years old when it all happened, he witnessed small arguments between you and Tom, which, despite your best efforts to avoid, could not be entirely prevented. After that, the constant moving from one place to another undoubtedly made it difficult for him to identify with a single place.

Mum’s house, Dad’s house.

Where is Ethan’s home?

This was a question raised by the psychologist, and it has never left your mind since.

Ethan’s tiny fingers wrapped around your neck found the chain you rarely take off. He traced its path to the front, touching the small letter 'E' pendant. A gift from Tom when you both decided on the baby’s name. Some things are hard to leave behind.

You waited until his breathing steadied, making sure he had fallen asleep, before getting up.

The plan was to head to the living room and call Tom to let him know that Ethan had fallen asleep and it would probably be better to come back later. But as you stepped into the hallway, you found Tom sitting on the sofa, his head resting against the back, legs spread, shoulders slumped. Tired. That’s the word that best describes Tom Holland’s body language at that moment.

He slowly lifted his head as he heard you approach. You sat down next to him, your legs touching.

"He’s asleep."

"I figured that would happen."

"The psychologist said he might have issues related to this change in routine." Tom sighed.

Of course, he knows about the psychotherapy sessions Ethan has been attending. His consent is required, after all. But he has never attended a single parental guidance session, something that fills you with frustration.

"Do you think we’re doing something wrong?" you ask.

"I don’t know. Maybe?"

"He wasn’t supposed to be caught in the middle of all this mess."

"What do you want to do now, Y/N? We can’t change the past," he replies sharply.

"Hey, what’s going on with you? Where’s all this harshness coming from?" Tom takes a deep breath and leans his head back on the sofa again, staring at the ceiling.

"My son doesn’t want to go home with me. That’s all. He was fine, and then, out of nowhere, he turned his back on me. When I ask him something, he doesn’t respond." He looks at you now. "I didn’t tell you before because it was resolved, but two weeks ago, that Wednesday when you were stuck at work and asked me to pick him up from school… When he saw me—when he realised it wasn’t you—he didn’t want to leave. It was horrible for me because people were watching, and I’ve never seen Ethan cry as much as he did that day." He lets out a bitter laugh.

"Tom…"

"The teachers tried to talk to him, but it was like I was a stranger taking him away. In the end, he agreed to come with me when I said we were going home, but he misunderstood. When he realised we were going to my house, he started crying again." He looks down at the floor. "It took ages for him to stop. That’s why, when you came to pick him up, he was asleep—because he was exhausted from crying so much." Finally, he looks at you, tears in his eyes.

"Tommy."

"I did everything wrong. I tried to give my best, always, but it’s never enough. I wasn’t the best for you, and look what happened." He looks away. "And now my son doesn’t even want to stay with me."

"Hey, hey. Look at me." You gently place a hand on his arm. "Tom, this isn’t your fault. This is all new for both of us, just as it is for him."

"I should have fought harder for us," he murmured.

Gently, you place a hand on his face, pulling him closer. The two of you adjust on the sofa, settling into a position that feels both comfortable and familiar. Tom nestled in your arms, his head resting against your chest, just the way Ethan often does. One of his arms wraps tightly around your waist, holding you close, while your hand soothingly traces along his back.

As the two of you remain wrapped up in each other for an indeterminate amount of time, you try not to dwell on Tom’s words.

How different would things be if he hadn’t given up on trying? It’s not fair to place all the blame on him, but reflecting on past events, he was the first to show that he no longer had an interest in keeping the relationship alive.

During your time apart, you heard about Tom being involved with other women. But none of them were serious enough to be introduced to Ethan—or to you.

The sound of Tom’s phone ringing on the coffee table pulls you back to reality. When Tom doesn’t move to answer it, you lean forward, trying to see who’s calling. But as you do, Tom tightens his arms around you.

"It’s your mum."

"Let it ring."

"Aren’t they expecting you?" you ask, settling back into the sofa.

"I don’t think I have good news," he mutters.

Your hands find their way to his hair, gently massaging, offering comfort in the only way you know how at that moment.

The phone rings a few more times before the call drops, only to start again 20 seconds later.

"I think you should answer," you say, and he mutters something unintelligible. "I can talk to her if you want." Tom simply lets go of you, slumping back onto the sofa. You get up, pick up his phone, and walk into the kitchen before answering.

"Hi, Nikki."

"What? Who is this? Y/N?" she says, startled.

"Yes, it’s me."

"Did something happen, dear? Where’s Tom?"

"Um, we had a situation here, but don’t worry—it’s all fine now."

"Are you sure? How’s Ethan?" she asks nervously.

"He… well, he didn’t want to leave. We tried talking to him, but it didn’t help much. He eventually fell asleep."

"Oh, poor little thing," she says, sighing. "And you, my dear? How are you?"

"I…" Hearing the concern in her voice, your eyes well up with tears. "I don’t know what to do. Tom is heartbroken. Seeing them both like this hurts me so much, Nikki."

"Oh, sweetheart, I know it does. But you need to take care of yourself too, Y/N. Stop thinking you have to handle all of this on your own. I know what it’s like to raise a child, and I know Tom tries so hard to be part of it all, but after everything that happened… he’s distant."

"It’s been two years, Nikki. Why can’t we move past this?"

"Because there’s still love," she responds quickly. "I’ll never fully understand what happened between you two. Maybe the responsibility became too much, maybe you lost yourselves along the way. Focusing solely on the child became your priority, and you forgot to nurture that love. I don’t know."

"I don’t know either." "And you were so young when Ethan came along, Y/N. You both had to rewrite an entire life you had planned together, remember?" You sigh deeply at her words. "You wanted to graduate college together, start working, save enough to take a trip, just the two of you… there were so many plans, I can’t even list them all. If it wasn’t you telling me about them, it was Tom."

More tears streamed uncontrollably down your face, and you covered your mouth to stifle any sound, not wanting to alarm Tom in the living room. "I heard so much about you two…" She sighed as well. "And the truth is, you’re still young, learning something new every day. And now, you’re also teaching someone else—someone loving, intelligent, and full of so much heart. Ethan is made of both of you, my dear."

"I’m so afraid something will happen to him, Nikki. He’s so little, and I just… I can’t hurt him like this." "Y/N, you’re doing your best. Every time I see that boy, he shows me something new about his personality that surprises me so much. You’ve done an amazing job. But you also need to take care of yourself. And I’d be so happy if you allowed my son to help you in that process."

"Thank you, Nikki. That means a lot." "I’ll always be here for you. I’ll talk to everyone here about it and wait for Tom to let me know what we’re doing today, alright?"

"Alright. Thank you again."

"You’re welcome, dear." And with that, she hung up.

Without a second thought, you walk back into the living room. Tom is still in the same position, only lifting his head when he notices you standing in front of him. His gaze lands on your tear-streaked face and red eyes.

"What happened?" he asks, standing up and gently holding your face in his hands.

"Can you carry Ethan without waking him and take him to my room?" you ask, holding his wrists. He nods and lets his hands drop from your face before moving towards Ethan.

You make your way to your bedroom while Tom goes to fetch Ethan from his room. You pull down the blinds, dimming the light filtering into the space. Tom enters, carefully carrying Ethan, and places him in the centre of the bed.

Gently, you settle on the right side, straightening up before resting your head on the pillow. Tom stands there, unsure of what to do, watching you without reaction. Finally, you extend a hand toward him. He gets the message, takes off his shoes, and lies down on the side that used to be his when you shared this bed. You don’t let go of his hand for a second. Instead, you pull it closer, guiding it to wrap around Ethan’s small body nestled between you.

"I miss you so much," Tom whispered. A small smile appeared on your face.

"We’ll talk later, okay? For now, let’s just enjoy our little Bean."

[engiebabey]

Sending in another ask bc I love ur writing style!!

I yearn for a babysitter scout

Anything you wanna do for him is fine!

:3

doing some hcs! i divided it into three parts bc i think he acts differently with different age groups of littles

warnings: talks of crying/tantrums, one mention of death, one mention of fighting, use of "big brother"

(0-2) babyspace

literally the definition of "fake it till you make it", since scout's usually the youngest of whatever group he's in (whether that be the mercs or his family), he's never had to take care of a baby before

holds you pretty awkwardly but surprisingly safe because he's scared of dropping you

will try to talk to you and expect answers until he remembers you're a baby

"so, uh, what kinda games you wanna play?" "ah?" "oh, yeah, nevermind."

gives you random objects to teeth/drool on like clean socks and spoons from the kitchen

usually doesn't like to ask for help, but if you wear diaps, he will 100% go to spy or engie and hold you up like a wet little cat and ask "help how do i change this thing"

weirdly likes making bottles. thinks it's relaxing to fill it up and feed you

favorite thing is to make you laugh. he'll do the thingy wear he tears paper to make you squeal and giggle. hearing you laugh makes him laugh

literally the only time scout has any patience is when he's taking care of you

tries putting you down for a nap and ends up sleeping with you because he doesn't want to leave you

good at calming you down when you cry

"shh, kid, it's okay, big brother's right here"

(3-4) toddlers

he enjoys that you're able to talk with him because all he does is talk

will tell you jokes and you usually don't get the punchline because it's something tom jones or death related

eats your snacks with you. like straight up steals handfuls of cheerios and yogurt bites off your table, he thinks they're delicious

tries to sneak bonk! into your sippy cup and gets yelled at by the other mercs later when you won't take a nap

tries to pay attention to you but always gets distracted, loses you very easily. by the time scout turns around, you're halfway down the other side of the hallway

makes a very poor attempt to teach you baseball, but it usually just devolves into a clumsy game of catch instead

if you won't eat, he either does "here comes the airplane!" or pretends to eat your food to make you jealous

calls his mom when you won't behave, "hey ma, how did ya deal with me when i was a kid?"

thinks it's hilarious to tickle you, will bring out the tickle monster

has a hard time trying to deal with tantrums, usually tries the distraction method of presenting toys to you. if you're really sobbing, he'll wait it out because he doesn't want to upset you further

(5+) kiddos

he's weirdly a lot more chill the older you are in regression, he feels he needs to have rules and guidelines for the littles, but if you're more of a kid, then he is laidback

huge arts and crafts kinda guy, since he likes doodling himself, it's very easy for the two of you to spend an afternoon just scribbling and coloring

you will probably spend more time outside than inside, tbh. he'll bring out balls and chalk and bubbles, anything you want to keep you entertained

will come up with a secret handshake with you (that both of you will forget within the hour and make up a new one)

so many cartoons. he likes watching them anyways so it's a no-brainer for babysitting

if you play with dolls, scout will make them fight each other

loves loves loves games, from hide and seek to the floor is lava to even just counting, he will make everything into a competition

he'll let you win on purpose though because it makes him happy to see you happy

"i can't believe you beat me again, toots! you gotta give your big brother a chance next time, yeah?"

will let you give him a makeover! if you have makeup, he'll use it, but usually it's just acrylic paint or washable markers because no one else at the base owns makeup

lets you stay up way past your bedtime, especially when it's movie night

holds dance parties in the common area oh yeah !!! they typically end up in scout trying to dance battle

banner by me :)

[bkaulitzz]

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 .01

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info/cw: fem x dom!bill, CHEATING, choking and chocking, p in v, oral, dubcon…, mask kink in a way, you are dressed up as SIDNEY PRESCOTT

synopsis: you get a little hot and bothered from hearing some drama about tom

pt 2 at bottom!! if u cant see it, refresh

more under cut :)

I pulled my dark-wash, denim jacket over the purple shirt I had, feeling every thread count as it slipped over my forearms. My feet stood on the cold wooded floor of my room. I stared into the vertical mirror that leaned against the wall, fixing my natural hair. I flinched, watching a figure step behind me, slithering his arms around my waist as he stared into the mirror with his Ghost Face mask. "Tom! God. You fucking scared me, " I looked up over my shoulder at him, getting a low chuckle in response. "Take it off."

"Slow down...we didn't even party yet, " Tom muffled, reaching up for the bottom of his mask with his gloved hand, and pulling it up over his head.

"Shut up, " I rolled my eyes and snickered, fixing my eyeliner as Tom watched. He placed his chin on my shoulder, admiring me as I fixed my eyeliner. "Tom..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his black cloak draped over his body. It was no different from his regular wear anyway.

"I don't know...I'm kinda disappointed in this year's costume, " I sighed, leaning back into him, and moving my arms over his arms.

"How come? I think you look good, " He smirked and planted kisses in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. "I mean...you look good in everything anyways."

"Thanks...but I just felt like we didn't even try, " I frowned. He clasped his fingers with mine, resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"At least, you're not like Bill. He stole my whole costume and made his girlfriend dress as Tatum, " He groaned, caressing the sides of my thumbs with his. I looked back over at him again, kissing his cheekbone.

"I guess so...you're the better Ghost Face anyway, " I smirked and he turned his head toward me. He pecked my lips, grinning against them.

"Of course I am. I'm the original, " He hummed, pulling away, keeping one hand interlocked with mine. "We should go though, it's starting soon, " He pecked my forehead, pulling me in by my waist. "I'll go start the car, " He smirked, pulling the mask down over his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Alright...don't run into a wall, " I said. He nodded with a thumbs up, turning around to make it to the door. I turned back to the mirror, fixing the black skinny jeans I had on. I raised an eyebrow, hearing a thud followed by a groan. I looked back, snickering and Tom held his forehead.

"Who closed the fucking door?"

***

I scowled, looking down at the potato crumbs that I had just stepped on. The smell of beer filling my nose as 'Monster Mash' could be heard from the living room. The sound of faint ping pong balls could be heard from far, doinking against a surface. I clasped my fingers into Tom's as they rested on my waist, looking around. I pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I looked through the crowds of people. Some were on their staircase, others were just scattered around. I sighed beginning to walk into the crowd.

"You see him, yet?" Tom muffled into my ear, a little loud to be heard over the music. The fabric of his mask tickled my neck. I hummed and made my way into the living room, my black boots stepping onto what used to be white carpet that was now a beige. I cringed at the feeling of sliding past people with small 'excuse me's.' I gasped, seeing a Ghost Face nearby.

"Did you hear that...and...caught herpes?!"

"Yea, they got leaked on insta too, " I heard faintly as I pushed pass people. I felt the music pound in my chest as I was closer to the speaker. Bill stood by a leather couch, his hands on his girlfriend's hip. His head turned towards us as we stepped closer. He snickered, turning to his side before lifting his mask over his head. Revealing his black and white dreads.

"Are you still mad at me?" He smirked as he looked at Tom. I gave Bill's girlfriend a small wave and smile, feeling Tom's hands leave my waist. He stood beside me, crossing his arms in a petty way. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to Bill.

"Fucking obviously, you stole my costume, " Tom gripped the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head. Bill rolled his eyes, making duck lips as he tilted his head.

"I wear it better, " Bill shrugged, bringing his hands down to clasp them, resting them on his thighs.

"No, you don't. I obviously look better, I wore it first anyway, " Tom blew raspberries as they spoke loudly over the music. I took a seat on the armrest of the black leather couch, resting my head on the wall it leaned against.

"Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything. Like how you were born first, it doesn't mean you're better, " Bill blew raspberries back, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. He turned to her with a smile, lifting her chin with a hooked pointer finger. "I'm the better Ghost Face anyways, right babe?" He grinned. She nodded, looking away shyly. Tom rolled his eyes, turning to me.

"We don't sound like that, right?" He snickered. I shook my head with a chuckle, sliding off the sticky leather. He took my hand, looking around the living room. "There's beer pong in the kitchen, wanna come with me?" He asked before turning back to me.

"What?!" I came close, furrowing my brows. He sighed, coming close to my ear.

"There's! Beer POOOONG! In the kitchen. Do you wanna come with me?" He pulled his mask back over his face. I followed to where his eyes once were, turning back to him.

"Sure, " I snickered. He slapped my ass before taking my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I sighed in relief once my boots met the wooden floors again. The music growing fainter. Tom wrapped his arm around my waist, approaching the beer pong table.

"Can we join?" Tom asked the two dudes on the other side of the table.

"I'm not playing, I'll just watch, Tom, " I said. He gave me a nod, pulling away from my waist as he picked up the ping-pong balls. The sound of the balls dinking on the gray foldable table started again. The other guys kept hitting the solo cups, missing some shots. I sighed, watching Tom down his fourth cup, making me feel thirsty. "Hey, Tom?"

"Yea?" His focus stayed on the other side of the table.

"I'm gonna get drinks, I'll be back, " I tiptoed, speaking into his ear. He nodded, turning to me to peck my cheek with his damp lips from the beer.

"Be safe, " He turned back to the game. I grinned before walking away from the beer table. The kitchen was also as crowded as everywhere else in the house. Whoever owned the house, had money, and the kitchen was huge. I walked over to the counter and saw a cooler with ice resting on the granite surface. I waited for the two girls talking in front of it to move before reaching into the blue cooler. I grabbed a buzzball, cracking it open to take a sip.

"Tom's fucking ran through, " One of the girls spoke as they were by the sink now. I raised an eyebrow, standing close as I sipped the buzzball to seem unbothered.

"Right? And he has a girlfriend, she's so oblivious, " The second girl sighed.

"Exactly. Either way, if I was honest... I wish we could've fucked..." She looked away from her friend. The second girl gasped, widening her eyes.

"Me too, to be honest, " They snickered. I furrowed my brows as my back was facing toward them, continuing to down my buzzball slowly as I eavesdropped.

"How long do you think they'll last?"

"Probably not long, " She smirked.

"Tom's easy, you'll get a chance."

"Right?" They continued to chatter as they walked off. I clenched my jaw, finishing the buzzball.

"Assholes..." I turned around, beginning to follow behind. I froze, seeing a dark red in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to the sink, gasping as it was full of jungle juice. I grabbed a solo cup from a nearby stack, dropping the empty buzzball can to the floor. I grabbed the ladle, pouring two scoops into my cup. I cringed, putting my lips to the rim of the cup, and taking a sip. I smacked my lips, furrowing my brows. I downed it, still being thirsty. I threw the empty cup into the trashbag hung on the cabinet knob, turning toward the beer-pong area. I squinted my eyes, not being able to see Tom, starting to walk back to the living room again. The music filled my chest as I looked around, blinking my eyes as it was a bit blurry. I raised my eyebrows, seeing a Ghost Face. I shoved past people, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like forever to get there but I managed. I tilted my head as it was a higher reach than normal. "Tom, fuck. Can you believe what I heard in the kitchen?? Some girls were ranting about you, " I frowned, feeling my face heat up as tears welled up. He raised his hand to my cheek, swiping off tears with his thumb.

"Y/n-"

"Then, they just...they talked about wanting to..." I gulped, starting to hear myself in my ears. "Fuck...what was in that jungle juice...anyways. They were talking about how badly they wanted to fuck you. God, they pissed me off. Isn't that unbelievable?" I tilted my head. He nodded in response. "Fuck. Tom...I just..." I bit my lip, coming closer to close the gap between us. I slid my left hand down to his chest, rubbing it up and down before grabbing the bottom of his mask.

"Wait-"

"Please, Tom...I can't wait any longer. They make me so...mad, " I growled before lifting the mask just a bit to expose his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the beauty mark under his lip, pushing it off for being tipsy as I held his face. "Please, " I whispered against his lips. He moved his hands down to my waist causing me to smirk before I kissed his lips. The taste of whatever he drank before filled my lips which was pretty sweet. I furrowed my eyebrows as the cold metal that I was so used to, hadn't tickled me. I pulled away, gazing over his lips again.

"Don't stop, " He muttered through his breath. I widened my eyes with a smirk, coming close again to place my lips on his. This time, he harshly moved against my lips, I breathed heavily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face heats up, feeling his fingers tickle up to my throat, pressing his fingers down gently. I let out a small whine and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, pressing his against mine. My heart skipped a beat as shivers went down my spine, pushing myself more against him. He groaned into the kiss, moving my face up more by my jawline. I shuddered, my hands slowly moving through the fabric of his mask down to dangle over his shoulders. I pulled away after a while, my lips swollen as I caught my breath. He licked his top lip, grinning with his teeth as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. The music continued to boom in my chest as I looked over my shoulder toward the speaker. I turned back to Tom, tilting my head.

"I can't focus..." I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smirked, reaching down for the back of my thighs. I jumped and he held me by my thighs, walking toward the stairs by the front door. They creaked as he nearly tripped over the people who sat on the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, the music growing fainter. He dropped me on my feet by a door in the dim hallway he made it to. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, lifting my face to smash his lips against mine again. I furrowed my brows, kissing back as my heart raced again, my knees growing weak. "Tom, " I whined against his lips. He shushed me as his other hand reached down to turn to doorknob by my hips, never breaking the kiss. I stumbled backward into the room and it was already lit as if it was waiting for us. I breathed heavily against the kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, placing his other hand on my waist.

"You taste so sweet, " He bit his lip after he spoke, looking down at me. I gulped as I stared up at him at what seemed to be his eyes through the mask. He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip causing me to part my lips. He slowly slid his thumb in and I wrapped my swollen lips around it, keeping eye contact. "Such a whore, " He muttered as he moved his thumb down. He moved his hands to the opening of my jacket, helping me pull it off. He threw it aside, reaching down for my shirt after. Once the bra clipped off, he slowly peeled it off of me, gazing over my chest. He gasped softly, pushing me toward the bed by my waist. I shivered at his cold fingertips, stumbling before the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, allowing him to crawl on top of me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose as he dove down, keeping his eyes on me.

"New cologne, Tom?" I nibbled on my bottom lip, I preferred it much more than his other one.

"Yea...new cologne..." He grinned. I reached down to the bottom of his mask, trying to pull it off. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them above my head.

"But, I wanna see you, " I frowned and he held both of my wrists in one hand as the other came down.

"Later...it'll be hotter with this on, " He trailed his fingernails down the side of my ribcage. I arched my back at the gentleness, reaching up into his touch. He bit his lip at the reaction, coming down to kiss around my nipple. His free hand came up to cup my other boob. I squirmed under him, feeling him lay his tongue flat against my nipple. He kissed around again, sucking at my flesh. He nipped, grazing his teeth around the areas. I let out a small cry and he slapped the side of my waist in response. "Patient, " He snarled. He kissed the dark purple marks he left behind before wrapping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. My breath hitched as I looked down at him, feeling his hand slowly glide down to the start of my pants. He undid the button with one hand, slipping the black pants a bit by gripping the fabric on the side of my thighs. He slid his hand into my pants, grazing my nipple with his teeth. He pulled off with a pop, sitting up as he looked down at me. Effortlessly keeping me down while his other hand rubbed my clothed clit. I arched my back again, clenching my eyes as I trembled. "Does it feel good?" He asked and I slowly opened my eyes, being met with him staring down at me. I pursed my lips, nodding slowly with furrowed brows. He applied more pressure and I yelped in response as he harshly traced circles on my clit with his fingers. "Answer me."

"Yes, it does!" I stammered. He gave me an amused hum, feeling the wetness seep through my panties. He pulled out, placing the fingers to my lips. I parted them and obeyingly sucked on his fingers. He snickered at the sight, moving the hand around my wrists away. I sat up on my hands, my tongue sliding against his fingers as he pulled them out. He slid off the bed, reaching under the cloak to pull the matching black pants along with his boxers off. He threw them aside, coming over to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it as he pointed at the area on the bed in front of him.

"Here, " He demanded and I crawled over on my knees, leaning down to reach his cock. I kissed the bottom of his cock as his hands moved up, keeping eye contact. He moved his hand away, allowing me to replace his hand with mine. I laid my tongue flat against the bottom, coming up to his tip. My hand moved the opposite way as I licked the precum off his tip, wrapping my lips around it. I smirked as I pulled out, pumping the rest as I kissed his tip. He groaned, moving a hand to the back of my head. "Don't fucking tease me, sweets, " He rasped, pushing my head down to take him whole. I choked and his mouth hung low, watching tears well up in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose, looking up at him as his tip hit the back of my throat.

"Aww, why are you tearing up? You deserve it for trying to tease me, " He swiped off the tears that rolled down my cheek and I moved my hands up to the sides of his thighs, which were surrounded by the cheap, black cloak. He put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, continuing to tear up each time his tip hit my throat. He let out low moans, gripping a handful of my hair to pull. He bucked his hips faster causing me to gurgle around his cock. I pulled off after a few thrusts, and a trail of saliva followed as I choked for air. He cupped my jaw as I looked up at him, my vision even more blurry with the accompanied tears. "You okay?" He frowned. I nodded slowly, catching my breath as he leaned down to kiss my nose. He kissed down to my lips as I fluttered my tears away. He reached down, hooking his fingers at the start of my pants as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, pulling my pants off for me. He let them drop off the edge of the bed, hooking his nails into the lace of my panties. He tore it open, causing me to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Tom!" I looked down at his hands which were intertwined with each threading of the panties. I furrowed my brows at his black-painted nails, looking back up at him. "When did you paint your nails?"

"The other day...you didn't see. I wanted to surprise you, " He dropped the ripped panties. He leaned into the crook of my neck, planting kisses as he held my waist. I leaned back towards the bed as he pushed me down, moving my right leg over his right shoulder. He aligned himself, pumping the leftover saliva as lubrication before moving his tip to my slit. I grit my teeth, reaching behind him, under his mask for what I thought would be braids but were replaced with the feeling of dreads. I narrowed my eyes before widening them as he slowly slid in. I threw my head back, tugging at his hair which earned a groan in response. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, letting out a high-pitched moan as he stretched me. He dug his nails into my flesh, leaning his head down with groans. He bottomed me out and I breathed heavily, looking back up at him as my fingers were tangled with his dreads. "You alright?" He breathed out, sliding his hands up and down my sides to comfort me. I nodded as I bit my lip.

He moved his hands to either side of my body onto the bed, slowly bucking his hips. My eyebrows knotted and my jaw hung open as hushed moans escaped my mouth. He bit his lip at the expression on my face, keeping his rhythm.

"So...good, " I panted and he moved a hand up to my throat, pressing his fingers on either side. He looked down at the sight of me taking him, causing him to jolt his hips faster. My breath hitched, throwing my head back. "Tom, " I cried out. He clenched his jaw, moving two fingers up to my mouth. I sucked on them as the rest of his fingers choked me. He leaned down to my ear, muttering.

"You don't wanna get caught, right?" He husked out. I nodded slowly with a small whine into his fingers. "Good girl..." He removed his fingers, continuing to choke me as he sat up straight, thrusting into me. He moved a hand down to my inner left thigh, opening my legs more. "You're taking me so well, " He purred, looking down at me as I whimpered through my teeth to stay quiet. He looked down again at my pussy, letting out a desperate, filthy noise. He pulled out before flipping me onto my knees. He bent me over slightly, grabbing hold of my wrists to hold me up as he aligned himself. My whines were cut off, feeling him slam back into me. I shuddered, as he started to slowly move up into me again, hearing a plastic material hit the wood floor. I tried to turn back, only to be made to face front again by him gripping my lower jaw. He crossed my arms on my lower back with the other hand, pounding up into me. I threw my head back into his chest, letting out cries of pleasure as the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. His strained moans danced into my ear as he kept his uneven place. My moans were broken as I became lightheaded from the pleasure, clenching around his cock.

"Close, " I whined, feeling his nails dig into my arms.

"Hold it for me, " He lifted my face to look up at the ceiling, leaning into my neck. He planted kisses as he thrusted up, and his moans were hoarse against my skin. "You feel so good, " He panted. His thrusts grew more sloppy as I continued to throb around him. He pulled away from my neck, moving the hand around my neck down to my swollen clit. "Come for me, " He rubbed circles around my clit and I threw my head back, rolling my eyes back. I twitched, letting out a sharp moan before releasing all over his cock. He pulled out, letting go of my arms which allowed me to fall on my back. I repeatedly panted as he pumped himself to reach his high. He shuddered as he came, the mattress shifting as he got off.

"Fuck...I think that was...the best ever that we've done...Tom, " I slurred as I breathed heavily, my head resting on the pillow.

"That's because I'm not Tom, " His voice was clearer. I raised an eyebrow, lazily looking over to my right. I widened my eyes, seeing the mascara that ran down his face from sweat. His hair was disheveled, as sweat ran down his forehead.

"Bill! What the fuck! What if Tom finds out?!" I sat up, sitting back on my hands.

"He doesn't need to know, " He stepped over with a finger on his lips as he stared into my eyes. I pursed my lips, shooting my head to the door as I heard a knock.

"Y/n??" A deeper voice behind the door called, knocking.

"You're so fucking dead, " I mouthed aggressively. Bill smirked, tilting his head.

"Don't lie, you enjoyed it, " He muttered and I looked away shyly, feeling my face heat up.

"Are you in there?" The voice behind the door continued. "Whoever's in there, if you don't respond, I'll fucking break the door down."

"He's gonna kill you, " I whispered.

"Call me for a next time, " He winked, hurriedly sliding on his costume as the knocks became more aggressive, running into the closet. The door cracked open and I looked over with widened eyes.

© bkaulitzz; dont steal :((

pt. 2 HERE

[chalterdh22]

Day 2: Tommy and Joel Miller in "Chase" for Tickletober2024

Summary:  I loved these brothers!  This takes place right after Season 1 when they return to Tommy’s.  They get some time to relax, play some board games, tell stories and just enjoy each other’s company.  While telling stories, Ellie wants to know more about her savior, Joel, and she finds out what he’s “scared” of.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing.  All fluff.  Ler: M/F Lee: M

Ellie, Joel and Tommy were hanging out one evening, just telling old stories about life before the infected.  Ellie was eating all this up, because she was never a part of that world.  So, she just kept asking more and more questions.

“So, wait, are you telling me that people used to run for fun, like a lot?”  Ellie asked.

“Yeah, kid.  They ran marathons, which was ‘bout 26 miles I think.”  Joel answered, sipping on a beer, leaning back on the couch.

“Did you run that much?” she asked Joel.

“Hell no, he didn’t run that much.  He never ran at all come to think of it!”  Tommy answered for Joel, smiling, drinking his own beer.

“What, why?”

“Well, for starters, we didn’t have to run for our lives every other day.  Second, I just hated running, but did it if I had to.”  Joel explained.

Tommy looked over weirdly at Joel.  “When did you have to run?”  Joel shrugged and both took another sip.

It got quiet, as Ellie just stared at both of them.

Then Tommy chuckled to himself.

“What?”  Ellie asked, waiting for another great story.

“Nothing really.  I just remembered a time when my big bro ran is all.”

“When the hell was that?”  Joel asked, squinting his eyes, looking back at Tommy.

Tommy put down his beer on the table and leaned in for effect.  “Well, Ellie, what you didn’t know is that, ole Joel here was scared of a specific monster when he was about your age!”  Joel looked at him confused.

“What monster, like a wolf or something?”

“Nah, nothing like that.”  He paused, looked at Joel still with a smile on his face, while Joel stared confused and alert.  He knew something was up.  “Come here.”  Tommy order Ellie, who leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

“No, fuckin way!  A tickle monster???”  Ellie yelled and Joel spit out a little bit of beer as he coughed.

“Dammit Tommy, look what you made me do.”  He yelled back, looking down at his shirt at the mess he made.  “We were kids then, Ellie’s age or younger, ya idiot.”  Joel explained, wiping his shirt.

Tommy was laughing softly to himself.  Their uncles would always mess with them and chase them down and tickle them til they give up.  But in Miller boy fashion, it took some convincing.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish Joel!”  Ellie exclaimed.

“I’m not anymore, ya hear!  I grew out of that shit!”  Joel snapped back.

“Suuure you did.”  Ellie replied rolling her eyes.  It then got quiet again, but not in a good way.  Both Ellie and Tommy were staring straight at Joel, grinning ear to ear.  Joel was shifting in his seat, trying to play it cool, but it didn’t work.

“What’s wrong big brother?”  Joel didn’t answer, he just squinted back at Tommy.  Tommy started scooting on the couch towards Joel and Ellie did the same.

“Don’t….. you……….dare……” Joel breathed sternly.

“What?  I thought nothing ever bother ya!  Was that all talk?” Ellie asked sweetly, with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.  Joel didn’t respond to her.  Instead, he stood up fast but Tommy was quicker, as he was younger and had more spring in his step. 

Tommy gave Joel a big bear hug from behind, scooped his arms with his and fell backward on the couch, taking Joel with him. 

“What the fuck ya doin, ya shit?  Let go!”  Joel was struggling, but he was in a weird position, his armed were fastened into Tommy’s and he was partially drunk.

“Well, well.  Look what we have here!”  Ellie said in a cowgirl like accent.  “Looks like we caught ourselves a thief stealing the cattle, old Tom.  What should we do about it?”  She now was sitting on Joel’s thighs with both her legs on each side of him.  Joel was sweating something fierce, but a smile crack of smile was starting to form.

“Well, punishment in the form of ticklin should do it!  Start with them hips!”  Tommy played back in his southern voice.

“Ellie, doooooooo’nt!”  Too late.  The girl dug her small hands into each hip and squeezed hard.  Joel’s body seem to go airborne and almost bucked her off, but she held tight.  “Naaaaaaaah, shiiiiiiiiittttt!”

“Damn, you weren’t lying Tommy!  Holy shit!”  she kept kneading her fingers, deep in his hip crevasses as he was trying to slide off the couch, holding in his laughter.

“Try his sides now!”  Tommy responded back, holding his arms tight.

“Yes sir” she said with an exaggerated salute.

“Nooooooowwwww iffffff youuuuuu doooonnnn’t sttttttoooppppp, IIIII’lllll kiiiillllll yaaaaaaaaaaa boooththhhhhhhh!!!!”  Joel gasped out as Ellie was poking every rib she could find under his thick flannel shirt.  She was rubbing each rib as it was being cleaned or something.  Everytime he’d yelp or jump, she rub that one a little longer.

“Shut up!”  Ellie yelled back, then she dove for the kill right up to his arm pits!

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!   Ssssssssssssssstttttttttooopppppppppppp, puuuuuuuuuuuulleeeeease!!!!  Naahhahahaa……Aghhhhhhh!”  Joel started gasping at this point, into a coughing fit.  The cough turned to wheezing and more gasping so Tommy released him.

Rolling off the couch onto the ground, Ellie pulled her hands back and stood over her strong defender, the one that did the impossible and more, all in a pile of a giggly mess.

“This is great!  You better laugh at my jokes from now on or I’ll sick the tickle monster on you!”  Ellie yelled down at Joel, wiggling her fingers. Joel was still laughing phantom laughs but was able to breathe again.  He had a red face and tears in his eyes.  His arm went up to cover his eyes and was shaking his head.

“So, big brother, what were you sayin earlier about not bein ticklish anymore?”  Tommy asked, crouched over Joel, smiling.

“You’re dead!”  Joel whispered.  At that moment, Ellie laughed, jumped up fast and ran out the door.  He wouldn’t chase her after all his energy was drained so she had a chance.

Tommy stood up and walked out into the kitchen. 

“You better not ever sleep again, baby brother!”  Joel threated to Tommy.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.  Just go get the kid.”

“Oh, I will later.”  Joel said sitting upright now.  “I need a drink first.”

The end.

[thunder-birb-00]

so, because I’m a fool, and forgot to really update this place,

Chapter 6 for the Persephone of Apotheosis AU is done.

but you see, chapter 6 is proving to be wondrously long, so, it has become its own work. It shall update in chapters as usual, at our time and as life allows it. It is a prequel, that was intertwined to become a musical. Much to Paul’s displeasure (and much to Pokey’s regret much later regarding information he uncovers as he “screens” this to the Hive to pick at Ted’s memories for this AU specifically). Please enjoy our newest instalment to our AU. As usual, diversion from canon is widely expected. As always, read the tags of the fic, it is certainly dead dove. Enjoy if you proceed, and proceed with caution. Please do leave some kind words in the comments if you do find it enjoyable thus far.

[flickynightdarkness]

Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

[ask-the-alive]

Intro post

this is a ask blog for my Sprunki AU that was in 3 fics

here are the fics (first goes before the incident second is during the killings and the last is well the last one linked)

The alive (the ones you can ask) are Tunner, gray, Wenda, Durple, pinki, and fun bot.

the dead (the ones who can’t ask) are Oren, Raddy, sky, vinera, Simon, garnold, and black.

TUNNER HCS:

• a good fighter and shooter

• Despite a tough outside he is very caring and protective maybe a little ticklish..

• He lives at the station and that’s why it looks like a Half police station and a half house

• loves to shoot things

• His favorite food is spaghetti, pizza, and crème brûlée 🍮 and favorite drinks are hot coco, coffee, beer, and apple juice

• Enjoys head pats and whistling, and giving justice!

• age is 20

WENDA HCS:

• isn’t actually a psychopath

• Doesn’t know how to smile without looking like one

• Tickle monster

• A troll

• Likes to get into Tom fuckery and drag people into it

• Doesn’t know how to handle a fire arm

• Favorite foods are chicken and tuna and she doesn’t have a favorite drink

• Enjoys head pats and snuggles (she is a cat after all)

• Favorite sport is watching sports-

• is friends with gray

• age is 16

GRAY HCS:

• Is friends with Wenda

• Gets dragged into stuff by Wenda to-

• Favorite food is pineapple pizza and favorite drink is chocy milk

• Favorite sport is also watching sports-

• Doesn’t know how to use a gun

• Likes head pats a cuddles (like Wenda)

• a cyberbully

• Age is 17

• is a doctor/nurse/surgeon at the station and so is Wenda (I didn’t wanna type it twice)

I don’t have pinki hcs yet nor do I have brud hcs yet

DURPLE HCS:

• he’s a gamer

• His broken jaw lets him extend his mouth very very long

• Says slurs when he’s angry (why Durple why?)

• his age is 18

• Favorite food is burgers and ramen and his favorite drink is liquid gunpowder

• Favorite sport is football

• Doenst like affection that much

• He knows how to use a gun but cant aim right

• Is friends with Wenda and Gray

I’ll make brud and pinki hcs later

RULES:

no nsfw

nsfw and racist and just offensive jokes are allowed

(Suggestive asks are okay only with Durple and Tunner because they are legal age however I don’t want anything too suggestive and downright nsfw because after all I am mainly nsfw dni)

[slytherincursebreaker]

Ewan Mitchell problems and Parenting AUs

yes I have a problem....

Osferth

Lord of the rings

Lament for Boromir

Fever

You're my daughter

Coming home

New father

Throwing toys

Pretty little thing

modern Osferth

Detective AU

No monsters

Skydancer incident (soon)

I love you 3000

My brave girl

Shopping for baby things

Tom Bennett

The mummy

Got you another canary

Little Sailor mouth 1 2 3 4

Gran

Little Sailor

Waking up

Aemond Targaryen

Hades and persephone

Jealous

Bonding

"Strong" Girl

Star wars

The Saphire eye

The New Realm's delight

Kepas Nameday gift

Grudge

Gib

Hostage

Vhagar

Sneaking 1 2

Queen love and beauty

Winter rose

Winterfell

Modern Aemond

Demon Aemond

Detention

Birthday

Tickle fight

Twins

First trip gone wrong 1

Dracula

Bastard (Hogwarts legacy AU)

Nanny for hire

Parts 1 2 3

Feeding

Hickeys

Bad kitty

Haircut

Parenting 101 Targaryen men edition

Modern Hightower siblings

Park incident 1 2

Babysitting gone wrong 1 2 3 4 5

Billy Washington

Reconcile

Ducky

Duck daddy

Sleeping with the baby

Meeting the ex

Billy Taylor

Kingsman (soon)

Crawl

William

Don't Steal

Feeding the baby

Carjacking

Stormy the Dark mistress of all

Ettore

On purpose

Freaky dream

Jack

Better father

Genyen/Shawn

Girls scout cookies

Abraham

Pony ride

Arm wrestle

Teething

Michael Gavey

Dada

Picture taking

Cruchie

Reading

Crane machine

NFI little boys

Asking a sum

Lonely hearts

Poacher/hunter

Little red ridding hood

Martın

Tom and Billy

Doppelganger daddy

Aemond and Osferth

Missing cat coming soon

the skydancer strikes back

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Last kingdom

Modern

Mini series

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist

Tom Bennett Masterlist

Osferth Masterlist

Billy Washington

Michael Gavey

Martin

Billy Taylor

William

Ettore

Jack

Geyen/Shawn

[ineedaslurpee]

what are some of your favorite movies?

i love your style, and i wonder what kinds of movies you like. i’m trying to watch something surreal. ❣️

okay, fair warning beforehand here. I am the utterly most absolute worst at listing favourites of any kind I think! don't even ask me my favourite colour! ღ and I'm just horrible at sittin round to watch something but, at the same time, I could be here forever listin flicks that tickled my fancy and left me with big impressions, whether that's y'know happy feelings or a good kinda dread. 💞 outta all the one's Jack's shown me lately I really liked Striptease starring Demi Moore, and Split Second with Kim Cattrall, and Sucker Punch the most. and when I think've the ones that hold a special lil place in my heart, some I really gotta mention include: Repo! The Genetic Opera, Small Apartments, Cool World, Labyrinth, Party Monster, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Chicago, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (I mean TOM WAITS, c'mon). Horror movies need a separate section: My Bloody Valentine, Bride of Chucky, Creep 2, Train to Busan, Behind the Mask of Leslie Vernon, and anything that shows kinda the dark side of girlhood. I super duper wanna rewatch Amelie cause we need feel goods in this life, and I GOTTA see Cabaret for the first time. I dunno how updated it is, but I have a lil list of movies I've enjoyed over the years under #cartoons and TV that I think would probably slightly be more helpful. My not-so-guilty-pleasure's a good 2000s Barbie movie and I go see The Room whenever the local theater plays it though, and I love flicks that feel like we've only just seen a lil piece of a much bigger story. I hope this was even a lil bit helpful even though it was rambly and not totally surreal. 💕 There's just so many! I'd also love to hear some movies you or anybody that reads this babble might think I just need to see. oh actually, maybe put on Braid (2018).

Have a beautiful day! xoxo 💋

[hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii132]

Holland brothers x sister!reader

Summary: You are around the age of 5/6 and you wait til all your family members are asleep to throw a dance party

Warnings: None

"Come on sweetie it's time for bed." Tom says after he does a long stretch. "Okay fine." you say. Tom picks you up and puts you on his hip. "Goodnight everyone!" You tell your family. "Goodnight Y/N/N" they tell you back. Tom takes you upstairs to your bedroom. Once you get there Tom tucks you under the sheets. "Goodnight Tommy." You say before yawning. "Goodnight Y/N/N." Tom says before leaving.

Awhile later you wake up and climb out of bed. You poke your head open and see that all of your lights are off, that mean that your family is asleep. Your parents had to go sleep at a hotel because they needed to be somewhere super early in the morning that is right across the street from the hotel.

You slowly make your way to the staircase then downstairs. You walk over to the living room coach where you find the remote. You put it on the Disney music channel. You put the volume super loud. Your favorite Disney song is on, it is Into The Unknown from Frozen two. You start bouncing off the walls and running around.

Paddy and Tom come down first, followed with Sam then Harry. "Y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" Harry yells. You can't here him cause the music is to loud. Tom went to go turn the music down. since the music was turned down you new you were caught. So you hid behind the coffee table.

"Y/N/N where are you?!" Paddy calls out. You didn't want to get into anymore trouble so you stand up. You start walking over to your brothers who are by the stairs with a frown on your face. Remember how I just said you didn't want to get into anymore trouble. Change that, cause you broke their ankles and dashed upstairs to your bedroom.

You decided to hide under the bed and stay as quiet as possible. Your brothers ran upstairs half full of rage. They walked in and saw your feet sticking out from under the bed, but they wanted to make you feel like you have a good hiding spot. Paddy calls out "Oh Y/N/N where are you???" You giggle. "Y/N??" Sam calls out next. "Well. . .it looks like she is not here. Let's go to bed." Sam pretends to walk out of the room. Your brothers see that and pretend to walk out to. Little did you know they were going to surprise attack you. You crawl out of under your bed looking around for a minute when Sam jumps out of the closet and picks you up. That is a signal for the rest of your brothers to come out and tickle you.

You start to laugh and try to send their hands away. They finally stop after awhile then Sam says " I don't trust her she should sleep with someone for the rest of the night." You complain saying " NOOOOO all of ya'll snore so loud!!"

"To bad, so sad!" Paddy says. You sticks your tongue out at him. "She can sleep in my room tonight." Tom insist "Okay injoy this little monster." Sam says tickling you one last time.

Next thing you know you are waking up in Tom's room at 6:00 a.m.

(I hope you enjoyed this thank you for reading this)

[amazingmsme]

Thinking about Becky getting kissed on the neck by Tom and his beard tickling her a little. She gets all giggly and says, “that tickles!” And Tom says “oh, that’s not tickles. I’ll show you tickles!” And then he grabs her around her waist and wrecks her.

Awww that’s so cute!!! She is so sweet & cuddly & she loves being close with him again, so she doesn’t even think about how much of a tickle monster he used to be back in the day. Maybe because they’ve both changed a lot since then, but Tom’s def changed the most, so maybe she thinks he’s kinda grown out of being so goofy, so she doesn’t think it’s a big deal to say that

But those words awaken the mischievous spirit inside of him & he rarely gets the chance to act like such a silly goose, she just brings out the best in him!

Ngl she was lowkey hoping he’d wreck her like he used to, & she gets her wish they both do

Tom would be such a playful goofy ler if given the chance! He just needs to be reminded how fun it can be!

[words-after-midnight]

Find the Word

Thank you to @bluberimufim for the tag!

Soft-tagging @mjjune, @k-v-briarwood, @winterandwords, @sam-glade, @calicoy + anyone else who wants to!

My words were dangerous, rain, knowledge, skip.

Yours are happy, low, brisk, phone.

These are all from Life in Black and White.

Dangerous

One thing I’ve learned about him over time? His chronic boredom is potentially dangerous. Potentially dangerous, and so pathological that if anti-boredom medication existed, he’d be maxed out.

We're out in the sparsely wooded area that lines the backyard beyond the house gates. I was a little nervous we’d get caught, but he assured me no one ever comes out here, other than him - and sometimes two of his roommates, Tom and Kyle. No one will get in our business.

Rain

It started out as a day like any other at Silverwood, I remember - mid-September, 2001, nothing out of the ordinary. Hadn’t been a cloud in the sky all day, but then, as evening faded into night, it began to rain torrentially – harder than it had in a long time, from what I can recall, and with gusts of wind in the vicinity of 80 or so klicks. Maybe even 90.

Jeff sat at the window seat near the front entrance – peering out the window, gleeful, like a child watching fireworks. “You think that ugly ass parasol on Linda Peacock’s balcony’s gonna go?”

Knowledge

He chuckles into my chest. “Have you ever considered you might not know me as well as you think?”

“No,” I say, and with conviction. “I know you better than anyone. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says, with a nearly mocking laugh that infuriates me, that makes the monster buried within me want to squeeze him tight enough to break. A sharp prickle of fear and guilt tickles my spine. I reassure myself with the knowledge that that’s all in the past, that it’s buried far too deep within me now to know its way back to the surface. He brings me back out of myself, adding, “I’m not fucking damaged. I don’t know why you want to think I’m weak.”

“I never said any of that,” I say firmly. “Come on. You can’t actually think I believe that.”

“You do believe it.”

Skip (skipping)

Once upon a time, on May 24th, 2000, an old silver van was violently T-boned by a Ford pick-up truck speeding through a red light at a minor intersection downtown. Apparently, the driver got distracted trying to figure out why the fuck his brand new CD was skipping. That CD caused two deaths, two injuries, and a ton of pissed off drivers. The first casualty was the driver of the pick-up truck, carrying two passengers who - luckily - survived. The second casualty was my mother, who, at the time, was on her way to pick me up from my support group session at the hospital.

Long story short, that’s why I’m in family therapy right now.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Bucky and Reader: Found Family (Switch! Reader and Bucky)

Bucky, Sam, and Peter (Lee! Peter, Ler! Bucky and Sam)

Upgrades (Lee! Peter 1, Ler! Tony)

Bedtime Tricks (Lee! Peter, Ler! Irondad)

Sebastian Stan and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Sebastian)

Andrew Garfield and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Andrew)

Ironfamily: Tickle Monster Vacay (Lee! Morgan, Ler! Tony, Switch! Peter 1 and Harley)

Caught in a Web (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony Stark)

Ticklish Understanding (Lee! Philip, Ler! PT Barnum)

Rise and Shine (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony)

Marc and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Marc)

Attention (Lee! Tony, Ler! Peter)

The Breakfast Fate (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony)

Movie Shenanigans (Lee! Tom, Ler! Andrew and Tobey)

Until We Get It Right (Lee! Tom, Ler! Andrew and Tobey)

Trying Out Tickles (Lee! Merlin, Ler! Arthur)

[tobysbliss]

zombie attack

me taking the end of the new sorry boys video and calling it potential!

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy, lee!ranboo (implied lee!phil, lee!wilbur & lee!charlie at the very end.)

giggling rn. enjoy 😇‼️

( @vicluvesu u said to @ u… i think this is what u meant)

It’s the apocalypse.

The zombie apocalypse, specifically.

Tommy, Phil, and Ranboo have survived. Charlie and Wilbur on the other hand.. well… Let’s not get into that.

“Guys.”

“Phil! Wait, no!”

“You have to go.” Phil spoke, and then he turned around, whacking a zombie in the face.

“PHIL NO!”

“PHIL!”

Tommy and Ranboo screamed as Phil made his way to a crowd of zombies in an attempt to fend them off.

“RUN!”

And with that, Tommy and Ranboo took off, wincing a little as they heard the screams of Phil being taken alive by the zombies. They ran to their getaway car, screaming at the driver to drive.

“We’re safe! We’re safe! I think we’re safe! I think we’re okay!” Ranboo said quickly as they were driven away from the area.

“Oh, phew…” Tommy relaxed against the seat, and Ranboo sighed in relief. They didn’t have to deal with the zombies anymore.. Or so they thought.

“Guess I won’t be needing this anymore.” Ranboo looked at their gun, setting it on the floor. But then, Tommy and Ranboo heard rather loud groaning from behind them.. They turned around to see Wilbur in the trunk of the car. He was a zombie.

“…Tom?” Ranboo glanced at Tommy worriedly. Just then, Wilbur suddenly moved forward so the top half of his body hung over the seat.

Ranboo and Tommy then screamed as Wilbur latched his hands on them, one hand clawing up and down each of their torsos, his head hanging down so the camera wouldn’t pick up on his mischievous smirk as he tickled the two boys. The camera was still going, but Wilbur didn’t care. They could just cut the footage. Wilbur then fell more forward so he sat between Ranboo and Tommy and could tickle the both of them more.

“WIL! We’re dohOHONE! NOHOHO!”Tommy shrieked, trying to push Wilbur’s claw-like hand away from his stomach.

“Whahat the hEHEHELL! WILBUR?!” Ranboo just covered his face and brought their knees to their chest as Wilbur scribbled his fingers on their neck.

“But this is perfect, isn’t it? It’s like a perfect zombie attack… I’ll make it better!” He leaned over to Tommy and blew a raspberry on his neck, nibbling a little and quietly mumbling, “omnomnomnom…”

“wiLBUR! FUCK! NohOHOHO!” Tommy struggled to push Wilbur away, but eventually realized he just had to take it.

“Aw, can’t take it? It’s okay, maybe Ranboo can!” Wilbur exclaimed before turning to Ranboo, and doing exactly what he did to Tommy. He blew a raspberry on Ranboo’s neck, giggling against the skin as he nibbled on the spot, again making little “omnomnomnom” sounds. Ranboo squealed, trying to push at Wilbur’s head.

“StohOP! Thihis iHISNT FAHAIR!” Ranboo whined, and Wilbur just picked up his head and giggled at the two boys.

“Sorry, you two are stuck in the grasp of a tickle zombie. A tickle monster, if you will.” Wilbur smirked, clawing at both of the boys’ stomach and sides, grinning widely at their shrieks and giggles.

Ranboo squirmed from side to side as best as he could, not having much room as they were practically squished against the inside of the car door. Tommy was moreso just screaming and flinching, occasionally bucking his hips. The driver looked in the rear-view mirror for a second and smiled. They had stopped driving, they knew they were done despite the camera still recording. Obviously they wouldn’t keep that in the video.

Phil and Charlie soon caught up to the car, knocking on the tinted windows because they heard screaming. The doors unlocked, and the two men opened the door to see Tommy and Ranboo being tickled to tears by Wilbur.

“PHIL! HELP US!” Tommy yelled, slightly reaching for Phil’s hand as he still giggled wildly.

“PLEHEHEASE!” Ranboo squealed, starting to stomp his feet on the floor of the car.

“Alright, Wil, that’s enough. Let ‘em go.” Phil smiled as he noticed Wilbur roll his eyes before stopping. Charlie noticed how much Ranboo and Tommy were still giggling and panting as they leaned back against the seats.

“Jesus man, what did you do? They look like they just went through a war-.. Oh. I guess they did kind of also just go through the apocalypse.. But you get what I mean! What did you do?” Charlie crossed his arms with a small smirk.

“I only tickled them… Gave them a lil’ zombie attack. That’s what the zombies did to me when you guys gave my body away to them.” Wilbur’s tone was playful, and he rolled his eyes once again.

“They did that to me too..” Phil piped up with a small smile, and looked over to see Charlie nodding. “Me too.”

“Yeah, exactly. So I gave them a little attack. It was part of the bit, anyway!”

Tommy hid his face with his hands, and Ranboo pinched the bridge of their nose. They were both embarrassed, and Wilbur just pulled them into a hug. “C’monnn. It’s alright, you only got tickled a little!”

“A LITTLE?” Ranboo looked over at Wilbur. “That was way more than a little! I swear to god if we weren’t in public I would so-“ They went on a somewhat small rant about how they would murder Wilbur, and the rest of the Sorry Boys just laughed as they listened.

Filming these videos was really, really fun.

[mundrakan]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @tracingpatternswrites . I haven't done it yet and am happy to do that :)

Username: Shadowmun

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Pi - no really 314 over all fandoms. :)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1,841,241

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Harry Potter, some witcher, Old guard, altered carbon, and whenever I feel like it a multitude of other (nerdy) fandoms. For open challenges I specifically seek out small fandoms. It's fun to explore them. :)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Opposites attract (Harry/Regulus)

I died but I got better (Old guard Nicki/Joe)

The Spin (Harry/Theo)

Half a Soul (James/Tom Riddle)

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen (Sirry)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always and as soon as possible. I am so hyped about every single one. If you are chatty, I will get chatty too :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Guilt and Shame. It didn't get the tag "Shakespearean Tragedy" by accident.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, that's a hard one, as I don't really do "happy endings". I go for The bat, the dog and the dancer, because it ends with a lost family found again.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. I have dared to do some unforgivable things. Writing grey characters. Writing characters with flaws. Writing fandom favourites differently. Surprisingly though the hatred I received on my Trans fic, wasn't about the Trans character being trans but about their decisions that are kept closest to canon.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I absolutely write smut. I have written M/M, F/M, F/F, moresomes. The connecting factor is, that I want to tell a story, so it's never JUST smut. There is always something extra.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't yet. But I consider Harry Potter meets The full monty. I have to rewatch the film though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of. There are unauthorized translations of two of my fics out there, one on Wattpatt, one on a Russian fansite.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I have. A very nice other user asked for permission to translate Window of Opportunity into Spanish

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't. I have at several points have had very helpful alpha readers and plot helpers, but a full cowrite is still in the future.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

If I had one OTP, it would be Snack (Sirius/Severus), because they are the ultimate Enemies to lovers and have so much in common. But I have always been a fan of rare pairs and love to try myself out, so very nearly any pairing will tickle me, if the time is right

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are three. One is my soulmate-Snack that I can't seem to make work entirely, although the basic arc is done start to finish. Then there is my Amnesia AU, and I fight with the last bits nail and tooth. And then there is my original, which is also just.... almost done.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Emotion. Short descriptions that invoke pictures without going into detail. All three are remnant of being a GM for RPG for a LOOOONG time :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor is hard, and so are fighting scenes. I also struggle to figure out endings. They hate me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have done it in several ways. Translation, just description and lately, because it was so fun: footnotes. I absolutely love my fic with Russian in it, and seemingly many people love those little footnotes. Surprisingly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uhm... it depends what counts. On Ao3? Definitely the Old Guard. If writing summaries of RPG sessions count... Star wars... and hopefully those remain forever buried.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

You monster! Making me choose???? From all my babies????

No really, it's hard. It depends on my day to day mood and what I am looking for. I have written so many different things. Today it feels like a day for Bad things , a piece I wrote as a longfic and then foolishly released in one go, because @metalomagnetic liked the snippets. Not so foolish after all, I think, because it brought us closer, and I appreciate the companionship greatly. :)

Speaking off... I no pressure tag @metalomagnetic , @squintclover and @tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire. and of course everyone else who feels like it. Open tag, people :)