#eeeeeeeeek nervous

[inlovewithcharmers]

Imposter

TW: Abuse, Self Harm, Y/Ns kind of a brat

Note: I don't own criminal minds

Y/N works for a lousy criminal that pretends to go in retirement just to set up a new plan to destroy the bau since Y/N has been working for him by force. Y/N has to go undercover while secretly destroying everything in her way but will a certain boy genius change that?

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Y/N pov:

It was a normal cloudy thursday morning- forceful may I add.

I just got done being dragged around by my asshole of a boss to the point where my hands were numb and had slight cuts from every sharp fucking thing that bastard didn't even clean up.

And you thought sidekicks got the best out of everything? I wasn't even supposed to be here. It's either work for a bitch or die and do nothing. The man I'm working for doesn't even go by a name. It's just master. What kinda fucked up crack daddy shit is this?

He says I need to act Normal like I'm interested in everything at the Bau and just go along with their program and don't get caught well fuck. Atleast I get a new name because I really wish I actually had a new name right now.

I walk to the front of the bau acting a little nervous i was playing with my hair before I went inside. I was expecting it to look this way but eEEeeeeEeK-

a dark fit looking man gave me a confused yet amused look. Ummmm he laughed a little bit first time here? He paused for a second Im SSA Luke Alvez He asked. I didn't know if I should make an awkward noise or yell? Nice to meet you im....Rowen. Nice to meet you too? Where you heading off to?

I lied by saying I was here to write about what happens inside the bau on a daily basis for some other job. I got scared if the lie wasn't going to work because for a moment Luke gave me the stink eye until he said hope you don't get too annoyed with the same cases he joked. Yeah hahaha I faked laughed. Hope is a strong word.

While the rest of the bau welcomed me and left me in peace to continue literally writing nothing all damn day I decided to sneak around.

As soon as I was about to get up I saw a tall man with fluffy long hair that was extremely attractive looking at me. Wondering to himself while holding two cups of coffee.

Hi? I said confusingly. The man realized what he was about to say and blinked a few times oh sorry- he laughed nervously I don't know what happened to me there. I'm spencer want a coffee? Spencer said as he held out the cup. Rowan and thanks.

So spencer went on..... do you have a certain topic you want to start on about all of this? As I was thinking about the jail. I thought of something. There's no such thing as attracting to get the goal until I thought.

What if you knew if I was already here way before this and just wanted to stare just like the rest of the girls? What if I just wanted to get a lick out of Dr. Spencer Reid?

After all of the disturbing conversations about things I wasn't even interested in I began to move after saying thanks to the Greek god. I decided to sneak in a file room and text my boss, send a picture, and move on again.

but every God forsaken fucking time I do that Spencer shows up. Before He could even grab my wrist I had a terrible flashback about the man I was working for watching me bleed, and bleed and laughing. I took a step back all out of breathe. As Spencer looked at me with concern.

Rowan- don't I said cutting him off as I pulled my waist from him and walking off. Wait- I cut him off again what is there to wait for Spencer? Well Spencer began considering you keep on crossing your arms you're not only secretly in a bitchy mood but you're cold and since It looks like your clothes are a tad worn out giving a bit of an 80s look it looks like you need somewhere else to stay.

How did you?- I said I was a profiler earlier weren't you listening? I was for a bit not going to lie I laughed spencer rolled his eyes. Come on I'm letting you stay at my place. No's aren't allowed and no further questions asked about my job

because I'm hungry and exhausted and I know you would be fine with that and us both can use a nap.

Does Indian food sound good to you? Usually Indian places arent that filled up, we don't have to it's just a- Spencer I giggled a little it's fine I'm okay with Indian. Spencer smiled a bit and was like

well we better get going unless you want to see what it's like working in the dark he joked dramatically. Yeah let's go I said ignoring him and walking out to his car. Hey you gotta admit you weren't expecting that one. Uh huh I said sure pretty boy.

[ncitygirls]

pink - mark x gn reader

fluff, smut, cw: submissive!mark, 2k

The concept of colour is an intriguing one. Much like seeing, seeing itself is intriguing. Intriguing as well is the notion that seeing is believing when the blind trust so fiercely. They must trust the yellow of the sun resembles the middle of daisies, and runny yolk. They must trust the red of a ruby resembles that of flowing blood. They must trust that at any given time, the blue painting the skies can resemble that of bluebells, blueberries, and all blue things.

The concept of colour is not an admissible one. It is convoluted and complex. The pink of a rose, of a poked eye, of a healing wound, of a stained linen. They all contain a bounty of hues; some dimmer, paler, or truer than others. They all carry their own meaning, things we assign and ascribe to an item; be it clothing, furniture, text. The point to all this is, you do not think you will ever be able to truly explain how perfect the pink that colours Mark’s lips is. You try every morning you are fortunate to wake beside him - when you are first to wake that is. You peel open your eyes one by one, blinking away sleep and tears from the strobes scorching your corneas, falling victim to the allure of sunlight that lures you from your dreams, only to wake to another.

Pink. It is too simple a word to describe the creases in his lips that sit a couple shades darker, not enough to call magenta nor red. Every morning, you ache to run your fingers along the ridges, to rouse him from sleep, punish him like the rising sun did you. You never do. You lay there, watching as silent breaths cause the rise and fall of your lover’s chest, perturbed by the riddle that curses you every other morning.

How does one describe the indescribable?

It is your job no? To spread word of such wonder. A man who proves the existence of a higher power. A man whose face cannot be a product of the algorithms of colliding comets, nor of destiny. Hands of an omniscient being carved this face, moulded him into the wonder that you wake to every morning. That pink is not just pink. It is a perfect combination of the richest red and a waxen white. God needn’t have spent long, given his almightiness, but he did spend more time than on others. For that reason you think it selfish to waste this time, to roll out of bed and busy yourself with the trivial, menial tasks of readying for work. No, you must solve this riddle. You must find a way to proclaim what you have thought since the very first moment you laid eyes on Mark Lee.

“How are you real?”

One glance and he knew you hadn’t meant to ask it aloud. It is a regular action you do in regards to him; thanking God for the blessing that was Mark Lee’s creation. It occurs at all hours of the day, both verbal and non verbal, physical and non-physical alike. Whether it be the sudden airiness in your laughter, or twirling strands of his hair betwixt your fingers. Every time your eyes settle on his face, your senses heighten while your sense diminishes.

“Morning, angel,” he mumbles, tugging you from your angelic pose on his chest and pulling your lips to his. He offers you just a press, but should it be your last, it would still be enough. Mornings spent in his company always make for an easier start, one full of wistful goodbyes but wishful hellos. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” your lips fall to his toned pec, offering scattered pecks. “Did you?”

Mark hums groggily, head falling to his pillow, failing to follow your sudden flurry of kisses. He finds the energy to speak just as your lips closed around his hardened nipple, as you begin to suck ever so slightly. His hands find your hips, clinging onto your frame as you kiss a path down his chest, marking his skin on your descent. “It’s almost eight,” he regrets to inform you, wishing nothing more than to enjoy this extended dream. “Won’t you be late?”

You show no signs of stopping, journeying south at a most leisurely speed. He relinquishes his hold on you, instead finding purchase in the bed linens, his fingers clasping around the duck down feathers. When your lips suddenly leave him, Mark fears the worst, that his reminder had a delayed effect. That is reluctant warning, seemingly good deed is now working against him. He soon finds his concerns were in vain as your lips close around the clothed head of his cock, sucking long and hard on the darkened material. His hips rise toward your mouth, chasing the stimulation you offer up to the deity beneath you, the one you call Mark. The one you call yours.

Your fingers grip his waistband, slowly lowering the material to the tops of his calves. His hot length meets the cool air with a hiss, his jaw tightening as you offer a languid tug from his base to his tip. A strangled moan fills the air, coating either end of your name. As you slowly pump him within your closed fist, you admire how the morning light always caught the beautiful tone of his arms, the shadows casting over his chest. He is more firm beneath your palm, more concrete, more real. When he casts his gaze toward you finally, finding some room for restraint within your steady pace, he allows himself to admire the gentle knit of your brows, the smirk upturning your lips as his breathing changes when you tighten your fist. He gasps when your eyes fly back up to his, your fist stilled at the base of his abdomen, a silent question in your eyes, a small lick at your lips.

He nods, watching you lower your weight, resting on his tensed thighs. He is breathless, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips, your pink tongue sweeping over your bottom one, teeth catching the skin as you run your closed fist over his cock once more, gripping tighter as he mewls.

Words escape him as he offers up devout concentration to his breathing, praying he does not crumble under the warmth of your touch and sweetness in your eyes. His eyes squeeze shut when you thumb his slit, a hard shudder passing through his bones, his hips bucking in time with your closed fist. Mark whines beneath you, the patience he forces is admirable, his whitened knuckles gleam as they blend in with the cloud of sheets. And still you wait, feeling his skin burn as his precum gathers in your palm, squelching in the air.

“Minhyung,” you breathe suddenly, fearful you might shatter the moment. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,’ he chokes out in response. ‘I want you, please.’

You chortle at his sweet plea, capturing the skin of his thigh in a slow kiss as you pump him harder, puckering your lips along the skin at his base as his thrusts start to increase. “Slow down for me,” you whisper. Mark loves what you are doing, reducing him to the shell of himself as you lure his first orgasm of the day from him. He grips your hand then, ready to chase a release he knows you will not give him.

“Please,” he begs softly, skin a flaming pink, lined by the morning light and in a light dew.

Pressing a final, fleeting kiss to his tip he wishes to chase, you release him, drawing his brows together as you slow down before climbing off of his lap. He frowns as you kneel beside the bed before patting his shin, “come ‘ere.”

He bites his tongue, stuffing it in his cheek, “I know you’re teasing me.”

“No,” you laugh, “you’re just impatient,” you coo, watching as he follows your instruction anyway, shuffling to the edge of the bed. You tug his pants down to his ankles before you are hovering over his cock, admiring the gleam as the light reflects off his slick head. He sighs as you do, your breath cooling his angry tip, a twitch running through his cock as you just hover. He almost whines again when you pucker around his slit, the tip of your tongue passing over it ever so slightly.

His sweet moans fill the air, his breaths laboured as you tease him, lapping at his shaft as he toys with your hair, moving it aside so he can see you. He watches you take him, burying his lithe cock between the hot confines of your mouth before sucking around him, humming as he mewls beneath you. He assigns no time to keeping himself together, instead admiring how quickly you render him powerless. How you swirl your tongue around him, pump him as you suckle on his head, swallowing around him. He is completely at your mercy, his cum threatening to pour down your throat as you push on his abdomen, sending his back into the mattress. He huffs as he falls, sighing as his stolen release is remedied by your cool, slick coated finger prodding at his puckered hole.

His moans are unintelligible, garbled mumbles filling the air as you glide your finger into his ass, curling ever so slightly as you pump the digit. “I think I-,” he starts, unsure how, or just unable to finish.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you breathe on his cock, curling your finger harder with every suck you offer his leaking tip. “It’s okay, you can come.”

“Fuck- I’m-” his voice escapes him before he can help it, the mere thought of it forcing you to suck harder. His release tears through him like molten iron, encrusting his every nerve, setting him alight. His cum coats your throat as he bucks into your mouth, your name barely comprehensible as it pours from his lips. It is pleading, prayer like, something you repel. It was Mark who was God like. Mark who was heavenly.

He humps up into your mouth while grinding down on your finger, milking himself, using you, silently forbidding himself to succumb to the oversensitivity of his orgasm. He clings onto the nape of your neck, lodging his tip in the back of your throat while chasing the finger pressed beautifully to his prostate as his mind and body struggle to process the endless limits of his pleasure, though the two can agree it rests in your hands.

When he is somewhat present, Mark quickly recognises your figure lying by his side, your unsoiled hand massaging the expanse of his chest. He gazes up at you with fatigue in his eyes, and a sickly adoration. And something else he thinks he is ready to name.

“Y/N?” Mark calls, still a little breathless, failing to notice the way your eyes catch the time. “I think I-”

“Shit, it’s past nine! Mark, I have to go.”

You disappear down the hall, your presence made known only by a flurry of rushed sounds before you return in the peachy pink shirt you left behind last time. He can’t figure out how it looks better on you every time he sees it. Much like the pink of your lips when circling his cock or the more innocent pink lining your tired eyes. Even the pink hearts that fly around your head as he watches you rush around the room, glancing at him every so often, laughing to find him still watching you. Each time you do, he sees that nothing beats the colour of the red raw love he feels for you. Mark hopes to tell you this some other beautiful morning. For now, he smiles against your lips as you bids him farewell before letting him return to his slumber.

He dreams only of you.

[caitofcaithall]

so i deadass went from ‘ooo my dream uni overseas is eligible for federal loans now, i can go there in 2022 maybe’ to ‘wtf i dont want to wait that long and my life is a rollercoaster anyway, let’s apply to a degree program that starts next month’ in the span of a few days and i just -

[rothjuje]

Eeeeeeeeek!

We had to figure out timelines for the move so we connected with a realtor up there and got pre-approved. She is licensed in both MA and NH.

Originally I was opposed to NH but land. Chickens. A pig. Freedom, choices, space from neighbors. I don’t need anything huge, but I dream about an acre and a half.

I’d be happy in MA too. I’m just so excited to go where it is cold and beautiful and there are less bugs and tornado warnings.

Anyway. Realtor is very nervous about our August 8th firm date, and advised we list in March, do a rent-back, and plan a house hunting trip.

Places we’re looking at specifically...Windham NH, Tewksbury/Billerica/Andover MA.

Any to add or avoid? Tia!

[iinkxerror]

They stepped out of the portal and Ink knocks on Blue’s door, saying Error wanted to get out of there was an understatement. Blue answered the door and he looked confused cause Ink and Error were standing next to each other and his house was intact and Ink was holding a remote. “ hi Blue can we come in” Ink asked “ um sure Stretch is at Muffet's so he’s not here” he pressed a button and Error walked to the couch and sat down. “ So Blue I got this cool remote that lets me control others and I’m using it on Error“ “ wait where did you get that Error are you ok,” Blue asked “ horrible” he respond. “ come on, Error it wasn't that bad” Error just glares at Ink but doesn't say anything “ anyway do you want to make him do something” “ um I don't think this is a good idea” “it’s fine Blue he's not hurt” he gives the remote to him and his stomach rumbles “ op duty calls” and he runs to the bathroom. Blue walks over to Error “ um are you okay” “ no I can’t move I’ve been under the control of Ink for 2 hours so yeah it’s not been fine” “ you want to help me get back at him” Blue smirked and nods “ but can I do one thing” “what” “can this control your crashes” “ yeah when Ink was.... experimenting with the remote I couldn’t crash” “ ok good” he makes Error get up and hug him. Error was confused but then chuckles “ really Blue” “ yes this is a rare appointee” “ are you satisfied” “ yes” he pressed the off button and Error let go “ that feels better thanks,” he said as he stretched finally able to move. Blue gives Error the remote “ ok when he comes out I’ll zap him” Blue nods and they wait for Ink to come back. Ink comes out and Error zapped him with the remote “ Woah hey what’s going on how did you-“ “ hey Ink remember when I said that I’d get you back~” Ink looks nervous he’d gulp if he were able to. “ h-hey Error remember when I gave you mercy” “ oh Ink karma’s a bitch” he pressed a button and Ink walked to the couch and sat down. Blue had left to get popcorn then came back “ wait Blue help me” “ you got this Ink” Blue responded well stuffing popcorn in his mouth “ no Blue you traitor” Error makes Ink’s toes wiggle “ hey Blue want to help” getting the idea Blue sits by Ink’s feet “ wait! Blue stop please” Ink panicked trying to stop his toes from wiggling. Ignoring Ink Blue starts tickling Ink’s feet gently Ink flinches but can’t move trying to hold back giggles. Blue grins and starts going faster "Eeeeek! Nuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu! Thahahahahahahahahahat tihihihihihihickles toohohohohoho much! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Error chuckles “ oh but Ink you look so happy” he puts the remote down on a table and decided to help Blue he goes to attack his tummy “ NUHHHHHUHHUHUHUHHUHUHUH ERROR STAHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! I'm SORRY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “ oh is Ink a little giggly” “ SHHHHHAHAHAHAAHUUUUUTTTTA AUAUAUAPPPP” “ oh what was that” he goes faster "Eeeeeeeeek! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!" Error accidentally bumped the table that the remote was on and knocked it off. It landed on a button and zapped Error again “ Wait what oh Blue can you help” “ok got it” Blue said going to get the remote Ink took this moment to breathe “ *pant* *pant* this *whees* might be a problem” “ what do you mean squid” “ the *pant* note said to only do one person at a time or I think it might overload” “ um Error” “ what Blue” “ the remotes not working”

[trashyswitch]

Virgil’s Mood

Virgil is dealing with some unknown sadness, and Logan helps distract him through some good ol’ science!

Virgil was feeling sad, for some unknown reason. He couldn’t find out why he was sad. All he knew was that he was sad, and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

Patton noticed almost right away, and tried to keep him comfy throughout his mood. Patton knew sadness was good once in a while, so unlike Virgil, Patton welcomed it and allowed Virgil to cuddle him as much as he wanted. Virgil appreciated the gestures, and took advantage of Patton’s offers. Patton’s cuddles were so comforting, loving and soothing for him. It was rare that he felt such soft back rubs and whispery words of affection. Not only that, but Patton’s cuddle sessions were the only thing that kept his emotions under control. That was one thing Virgil yearned for, on a day like this.

Roman noticed Virgil’s mood as well, but didn’t think much of it. It was bittersweet to watch. Virgil’s mood was painful to see, but watching their cuddle sessions seemed to make up for that. It was like seeing a happy ending in a movie, after 2 hours of empathetic, emotional pain. The sad moments made his heart drown in a salty stream of his own making. But the ending gave him a little smile that made the movie experience all the more satisfying. That roller coaster repeated over and over and over again throughout the day.

Logan processed Virgil’s mood a little differently. He couldn’t really empathize the way Roman has, but he wasn’t caring and open like Patton was. The best he felt that he could do, was to distract him from the sadness he was feeling. What he didn’t expect however, was Virgil’s reaction to it. Whenever Logan would bring up a conversation, Virgil would let a small smile appear, and go along with the conversation. They were simple distractions from the most well-thought out movies, to English grammar that made no sense, to even the strangest or funniest YouTube animations! All of these were good distractions for Virgil, as it gave him 2-45 minutes of freedom from the sadness that plagued him.

At the moment, Logan and Virgil were in the middle of an odd conversation about the Nervous System. Logan had a medical book out in front of them, and Virgil was trying to understand the complicated mush of meat, known as the brain.

“Now, I will warn you that this following question may be a little gross.” Virgil warned.

Logan shrugged and nodded. “Ask away.” He offered.

“When someone loses a finger, are they able to still feel the detached part of the finger? Or do the severed nerves become numb? Or...” Virgil asked.

“That’s not gross in the slightest. That’s merely an interesting concept. They are able to feel the detached part of the finger, but not by the nerves still stuck in the detached finger. You see, the brain still thinks the finger is there. So, the brain does this...type of illusion where it makes you feel the finger as it was, before being detached. It’s a brain illusion known as phantom touch. Often, amputees feel the lost limb on themselves, but look down to see no limb. Some people even feel pain in that recently severed limb. It’s a very interesting idea.” Logan explained, making gestures with his fingers as he explained.

“Huh...that’s...kinda creepy. Not gonna lie.” Virgil thought out loud. Virgil flipped the page and eyed up a chart of the inside of the human skin. The chart showed the different layers of skin below the surface, and the nerves and other things hidden under the skin.

“What is that?” Virgil asked, pointing to the green tree that laid below the epidermis.

“Those are your nerves, or pain sensors. They’re what help you feel cold, hot, pain, light touch, and any other forms of touch.” Logan explained.

“Ooooh. That makes sense. This is gonna seem like an odd question, but what does the tickle feeling fall under?” Virgil asked.

Logan was about to answer, but closed his mouth to try and think. “Well...I suppose it would fall under either light touch, or pain. Tickling doesn’t feel light, but it doesn’t feel painful, either.” Logan said.

“Oh...” Virgil concluded.

“Why do you ask such a strange question?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it came to my mind, when I remembered Patton tickling Roman yesterday. And when Roman tried to tickle Patton back, he ended up hitting a spot that hurt, more than tickled.” Virgil explained.

“Well, I suppose it can be a mixture of multiple feelings. It probably explains why our reaction is just as strange.” Logan added, fixing his glasses.

“Ya...I’m gonna find out.” Virgil said, getting up off the ground and walking away. Virgil opened up the door to Patton’s room, but found the boy sleeping. He decided to leave him be, and try finding Roman. However, he soon realized Roman was off on a magical adventure somewhere. So, he walked back to the living room.

“Busy, I suppose?” Logan asked.

“Roman is. Pat’s just sleeping.” Virgil replied.

“Well, I suppose that leaves only the two of us...I will volunteer myself as tribute.” Logan decided.

Virgil eyebrows raised. “Wait, really?” He asked.

“Sure! You seem curious about the concept of touch and pain. And I wouldn’t want to put you through something you’re not comfortable with.” Logan explained.

Virgil smiled. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with it, it’s that I’m not used to it yet. Patton has been helping me get used to it slowly. I appreciate the offer, and I will take advantage of it. But don’t be hesitant to get me back, or warn me if it gets to be too much.” Virgil clarified.

Logan smiled genuinely. He has never seen Virgil express so much honesty before. The last time he was this calm and open, was when he told everyone he liked the color purple and completely changed his outfit. It was at that moment, he knew: Virgil is now a light side.

“Alright.” Logan replied.

Virgil knelt down. “So: Where are you ticklish?” Virgil asked.

“Uh...On my sides, neck, and feet.” Logan replied, naming a few spots to start with. Virgil smiled before lightly tackling Logan down.

“You ready?” Virgil asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Logan replied. Virgil started at the highest spot on the list: Logan’s neck. He skittered his fingers on the side of Logan’s neck. “Eeeeeehehehehe!” Logan bursted into giggles. His shoulders went up, and his neck curled in on the fingers: all this to cover the exposed spot.

Instead, Virgil used his left hand to tickle the other side of the neck. Now, Logan’s neck was curling towards the other side. Each time Logan tried to cover a spot, he would only expose the other side. This switching between sides went on for a little longer, before he stopped.

“So, it looks like you’re sensitive to light touches on both sides of your neck. Light touches seem to make you giggle.” Virgil said aloud, making mental notes for himself.

Next, Virgil got onto his feet, grabbed one of Roman’s gel pens off the table, and put it into the freezer. Next, Virgil walked up to the sink, and turned on the water.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked.

“I’m washing my hands in warm water, to see if warm hands makes the ticklishness change.” Virgil explained. He dried off his hands with a tea towel, and walked up to Logan once again.

Virgil used his warm fingers to tickle Logan’s neck again. Logan’s giggle returned, and his neck curled towards the fingers. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference, so Virgil stopped.

Virgil stood up once again, and washed his hands again. This time, he used cold, cold water. He kept his hands under the freezing water, until he lost some feeling in his cold hands. He turned off the water, dabbed his hands with the other side of the same tea towel, and walked back to Logan.

“Okay.” Virgil said aloud, and touched Logan’s neck.

“OOOOOHOHO MY GOD, that’s COLD!” Logan complained with a shocked expression on his face. Virgil started skittering his fingers on Logan’s neck.

“EEEEEEEHEHEHEHE! HOHOHOW IS THIS WOHOHOHORSE?!” Logan asked, completely confused.

“I don’t know.” Virgil replied. He tried the back of the neck, and under the chin. This seemed to give a similar reaction.

Next, Virgil moved his hands to another spot Logan mentioned: his sides.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT! HHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan yelled as he squirmed away from the wiggly fingers.

“Oooh! The sides appear to be worse!” Virgil observed. He stopped his fingers for a minute, got up, and grabbed that pen from earlier out of the freezer. He walked back to Logan, knelt beside him, and started ‘writing’ on Logan with the pen.

“HEHEHEHEY! WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!” Logan asked through his laughter. The ballpoint pen seemed to give him a slight pain sensation, and a ticklish sensation at the same time! Logan struggled to choose between getting away from the needle-like pain, or curling in on the ticklish spot.

While moving the pen around, he happened to hit Logan’s lowest rib. “OW! Ohohokay, that hurt more than tickled.” Logan complained. Virgil nodded and removed the pen. While he was tickling Logan, Virgil happened to forget the last spot. So, while he tried to remember it, he tried lightly poking Logan’s stomach with the pen.

“NOHOHO! Virgil! WHY?! Gahahaha! Wait! Not my- EEEEEEEEEK! WAHAHAHAHA!” Logan squealed, pulling Virgil out of his own thoughts.

Questioning what was going on, he looked down at his hand and the pen placement. His hand seemed to have moved to the middle of his stomach. Specifically, near his navel.

Virgil felt a smirk grow onto his lips. “Does someone have a ticklish belly button?” Virgil asked. Logan gulped.

To answer his own question, Virgil traced the pen around Logan’s navel. This was rewarded with a squeal from Logan. His theory seemed correct so far. To fully confirm it, Virgil lightly stuck the pen into Logan’s navel, and swirled it.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan cackled as tears of mirth began to form. Confirmed! Virgil smiled and swirled the pen a couple more times, before dipping the point into the middle of the belly button.

“eeeEEEEEEEKK! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan squealed. His laughter somehow sounded similar to the laughter he let out when his neck was tickled. It was kinda hilarious!

Virgil decided to give the poor guy a break. He placed the bullpen aside and watched Logan take in as much air as he could muster.

“You okay?” Virgil asked.

“Ya, I’m alright.” Logan replied after a few seconds.

"What's going on?" Someone said behind them. Virgil recognized the voice, and turned around to face his best friend: Patton.

"I was doing an experiment. I wanted to know about the different sensations that your body can sense." Virgil replied.

Patton's eyebrows rose. "Really? And what are your results?" Patton asked.

"Well..." Virgil started, turning his head to face the tired nerd on the floor. "Logan is ridiculously ticklish, and cold fingers seem to make it worse!" Virgil explained.

"Ooooh! did you try reeeeaaally light touches yet? Like..." Patton dragged out his words, as he pulled a white object out of his pocket. "...A feather?" Patton finished.

Virgil gasped. How could he have forgotten about that?! "Oh my gosh! You are SO RIGHT! I looked after the medium, rough and pokey sensations, and I completely forgot about the most important one: Really light sensations!

Virgil took the feather from Patton's hands, and walked up to Logan, who was still laying down.

"W-Wait! No more, please!" Logan begged.

It'll go quick. I promise." Virgil reassured, reaching his left hand out towards Logan, with his pinky finger up. Logan lifted his right hand up, made a relaxed fist, and stuck his pinky up as well. Reaching up, Logan's pinky finger linked with Virgil's, keeping their promise as sacred as can be.

After letting go, Logan watched as Virgil bent down beside him. He lifted the feather up to Logan's point of view, and smirked. flipping it to make the hard tip face up, Virgil lowered the soft part of the feather towards Logan's neck.

Virgil flickered the feather on the side of Logan's neck. "EEEEEK!! NAAAhahahahaha! Vihihirgil!" Logan squealed, lifting his shoulders to cover the spot. Though no matter how much he covered the spot, Virgil would move the feather to the open, exposed spots of Logan's neck. It wasn't torturous, but rather mildly infuriating.

"Not bad...light touches are fairly effective on you." Virgil noted out loud. He moved the feather away from Logan's neck, and lifted his shirt. As soon as Logan's bare belly was shown, Virgil moved the feather to his sides and fluttered it.

Wahahahaha! Plehehehehease!" Logan begged, squirming frantically.

"Okay. One more spot! I promise!" Virgil reassured, removing the feather.

Virgil got up, and walked over to Logan’s feet: the last spot that Logan had mentioned. Removing the shoes and socks, he started planning out how he was gonna approach this last spot. By the time Logan’s bare feet were exposed, he had decided to start off light and slow with the feather.

Virgil picked up the feather once again, and started drawing slow, soft strokes on the bottom of Logan’s right foot.

“Oooohohohoho nononooohohohoho!” Logan whined, bracing himself for the worst to come.

After making a mental note, Virgil started flicking and fluttering the feather to intensify the sensations.

“Aaaahahahahaha! Vihihirgihihil!” Logan yelled through his helpless giggles.

“What?” Virgil asked.

Ahahare you dohohohone yehehet?!” Logan asked.

“Soon Logan, soon. I still have a few more things I wanna try!” Virgil reassured. Logan groaned and tried to hide his face in his risen arm.

“Awww! Is this getting to be too much for the poor Logan?” Virgil teased. To avoid stuttering, Logan answered his Ler with a quick nod of the head.

“Well luckily for you, we’re almost done! All I have to do now, is this:” Virgil said, before dropping the feather and scratching Logan’s foot with his finger nails.

Logan’s eyeballs practically bulged out of his skull, and his squirming doubled in intensity. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SO MUHUHUCH WOOOHOHOHORSE!” Logan shouted, slowly losing more of his sanity.

“Okay. I’m done with this foot. Now, onto the other foot!” Virgil decided, dropping Logan’s right foot and grabbing the left.

*5 minutes later*

Virgil placed the left foot down, and watched as Logan took in as much breath as he could. Patton watched as well, and smiled as he processed everything he had just witnessed. What was supposed to be an experiment, turned into a full on tickle session to test out the tickle spots Logan had mentioned to Virgil. He felt kind of disappointed that he couldn’t find out any more spots, but perhaps that could wait for another day. They’ve got lots of time on their hands to make that happen...

[zoobietime]

Rhyme Time Town

This Friday sees my debut on Netflix and for Dreamworks doing the voice of a character in one of the later episodes – an orangutan shadow-puppet master! So much fun! It was so much fun in the studio though I was kinda nervous! I had to sing!

EEEEEEEEEK

It was all good though. At least I do sing. The director, Tracey Nampala made it really fun for everyone in the room and really made it…

[sprinklesandsugarcubes]

I shit you not I am pumped AF to read every single thing on your requests lists!

EEEEEEEEEK! *Flails around dramatically* I don’t know who you are, but thank you and I LOVE YOU for sending me this! I was nervous that people would think that was too many and it would take too long, but this just made my day!

[jikookandpenguins]

Oh my gosh...that would be an incredible opportunity and a dream come true for them and I'll be a NERVOUS WRECK!!!

I didn't know that about the Grammy audience being invitation only. That would possibly be the first time they would perform without their own fans in the audience.

I guess we will find out soon enough. Eeeeeeeeek!!!!😁

don’t take this too seriously but I got a feeling BTS is going to the airport today, maybe in a few hours, meaning that still leaves the possibility of a performance now that Ariana dropped from the Grammys. If they don’t leave today then the possibility of that happening is highly unlikely (imo) you have to take into account the time they’ll be flying plus the time they need for rehearsals.