#he definitely wiggled like a worm a few minutes after you gave him that letter lmao

[thereaderinsertlady]

*gives a heart shaped card to Snatcher and run away*

it reads:

"(I'm giving you a letter because you know, i am a bit shy…) Happy valentine's day Snatcher ! I never say it enough but i love you so much, ever since we met, i have never felt so happy in my life. Even if you don't like to admit it, you are very caring and loving inside, and i always feel safe with you. I wanted to prepare something special for this evening, i know you like more calm places so instead of going to a restaurant i prepared a picnic for both of us! (The minions helped me a bit, but i did my best ! i hope you will like it. ^w^) I was thinking we could go at the top of your tree house, so we could eat while watching the stars. (however i would need your help to get up there, i never succeeded to climb it >x<')

I will wait for you at your tree, i love you dearly <3

Ps: I found bacon to add to our picnic >w<

Medo"

About an hour after you gave him your letter, a thin, yellow paper floats down to you from... the sky, it would seem. It looked similar to the contracts Snatcher usually makes to steal people's souls.

[By signing this contract, you affirm that you are now my girlfriend! Some benefits include: kisses, hugs, any coupons I receive]

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Just One More Game

Hello lovely gigglers! This is a tickle fic for the musical Falsettos! 

Summary: Jason wants to play chess. Whizzer and Marvin want him to do Bar Mitzvah practice.

What is ‘normal’? 

Well, according to Jason’s mother Trina, ‘normal’ was socialising with other children: making connections with people your own age. But that just wasn’t how Jason rolled. In fact, Jason’s strongest connection was with somebody more than double his age, his best friend Whizzer. Who also happened to be Jason’s fathers boyfriend, so they lived together half the time. 

Jason much preferred the time he spent at his father’s house to the time he spent at his mother’s. Trina was always nagging him to go play outside like a normal kid, but Marvin and Whizzer just accepted him for who he was. 

It was a dull Sunday morning, and Jason was doing Bar Mitzvah practice in his room at his father’s house. And he must admit, he was finding it very difficult. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the Hebrew letters before him when there was a chess board on the other side of his room just begging to be played with. And of course, his playing side won.

Mavin decided to walk in to the room to check on his son, and couldn’t say that he was surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

“Jason, you should be doing your Bar Mitzvah work”, he sighed, knowing that it was probably no use. It was Jason after all.

“I will after I finished this game”, he grumbled, spinning the board around and advancing a black knight.

“Well”, Whizzer said, walking into the room, “You may ‘swell have someone to play with kid!”. He sat himself on the white side of the board. 

“Whizzer”, Marvin groaned, “Your not helping”.

“What?”, Whizzer defended, “He said that after this game he’d get back to his Bar Mitzvah work!”.

“And you believed him.”

“Of course I believed him!”

“Guys, stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”

Marvin just sighed again, not knowing what else to do: “Fine, but after your done, back to work!”.

Yet after the short game of chess, Jason easily emerging victorious, he had no intention of going back to practicing, like Marvin suspected.

“Another game?”, he asked.

“Oh come on kid, you made an agreement with your father”, Whizzer reasoned.

“No I didn’t”, Jason said, “I never agreed to anything. Marvin just made a statement which I neither confirmed nor denied”. 

“Ok”, Whizzer said, trying to sound stern, “Iv’e been easy with you kid for the last few months, but it’s about time I set some boundaries, as I am kind of your second father. So, get to work now or you will regret it. Trust me, Iv’e had experience with naughty children before, I know how to make them listen to me”.

Jason just smiled. Whizzer definitely wasn’t the hitting type. 

“Oh really”, he said smugly, “Demonstrate”. 

Whizzer eyed him, “Ok kid, you asked for it”. 

In a swift movement, Whizzer grabbed Jason by his belly and placed him in his lap. He held him down and started tickling him.

Jason chuckled: “Nice try, that doesn’t work on me”. 

“What?”, Whizzer said, stopping his fingers, “You mean your not ticklish?”.

Jason shrugged: “You shouldn’t be surprised. I’m no normal child after all”.

“Wow”, Whizzer remarked in slight disbelief, “You really are something kid”.

Jason wiggled himself out of Whizzer’s lap and resumed his position on the black side of the board. 

“Ok, just one more game, please?”, he begged.

“No”, Whizzer replied stubbornly.

That was the moment that a rather cheeky thought crossed Jason’s mind. 

“Well”, the twelve-year-old began, “I just so happen to know some adult disciplining techniques to”. 

Whizzer chuckled: “And what might they be?”.

Jason slowly crawled towards Whizzer, his smile doubling in size: “Oh, same as yours”.

Whizzer’s eyes widened, realising what the boy meant. He instantly went red, hoping that Jason hadn’t noticed his sudden change in mood. Yet Jason picked up on the smallest of details, and just by looking at Whizzer, knew that he must have been hysterically ticklish. And boy, was Jason ready to wreck him!

The only question was: How? Jason was very small for his age, and Whizzer was tall and strong and manly. How would Jason manage to tickle him without getting injuries? That was when he got an idea.

He flung himself towards Whizzer at full force, knocking him over, and he instantly sat on the mans stomach. With Whizzer in this position, there was no way that he could escape, no matter how strong he was. Plus, he wouldn’t want to hurt his little buddy. 

“Now”, Jason said, “For the last time Whizzer, will you play one more game of chess with me?”.

Whizzer shook his head: “Nah kid. And I’m not even ticklish”.

It was worth a try, right?

Jason smirked and poked the man’s belly, causing him to yelp and jerk.

Jason gasped in fake offence, “You lied to me!”. He swiftly dug his ten little pointy fingers into his best friend’s sides. He tossed his head back in hysterics, laughing and squealing and giggling. Jason gave him an evil look, and raised his fingers closer to Whizzer’s underarms.

“Nohohho Jahahahahson!”, he cried, wiggling like a worm.

“One more chess game, pleeeaassee”, Jason whined, continuing his attack.

“NOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOUR DAHAHAHAHAD WOULD KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHE!”, Whizzer exclaimed, completely helplessly. 

Jason was highly amused by the state that he was managing to inflict on the tall, deep masculine figure beneath him. He was the least likely person that you would expect to emit girlish shrieks. 

“Well, I’m already killing you, aren’t I?”, Jason teased, scratching at Whizzer’s underarms.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT YOHOHOHOUR GROUHOUHOUNDED YOUHOUNG MAHAHAHN!”, Whizzer laughed hysterically, his legs flailing around uselessly beneath the weight of Jason on his stomach. 

Marvin noticed the commotion. 

“Hey, whats going on in he-”.

He cut his sentence short at the sight before him. He wanted to be angry at his son, after all, he was supposed to be doing Bar Mitzvah work; but he couldn’t feel any other emotion besides bliss at hearing the sound of his boyfriend’s adorable laughter. And of course, the amusement that his rough and tough boyfriend was being reduced to near tears by his twelve-year-old son.

“HEHEHEHELP MAHAHAHRVIN!”, Whizzer begged.

“Oh, whats wrong babe? My little boy too much for you to handle?”, Marvin teased. 

Jason halted the attack immediately: “What did you just call me?”.

“What do you mean, ‘What did I just call you’?”, Marvin asked his son.

“You just called me ‘Your little boy’!”, Jason complained.

Marvin chuckled, “Well you are, it’s the truth”.

Jason narrowed his eyebrows, before turning to the complete red-faced mess below him. 

“Ok”, Jason said, “Heres the deal. Dad is very ticklish on his neck. If you help me tickle him, I won’t tickle you”.

Whizzer just grinned up at Jason: “Sounds like a plan kid”. 

Marvin instantly bolted out the door, he knew how much of an evil tickler his boyfriend could be. 

“And”, Jason added, not the slightest bit worried about Marvin getting a head start, “Every second he’s in hysterics is fifteen minutes of me doing Bar Mitzvah practice”. 

“Oh, he’s in for it!”, Whizzer announced, which sounded a bit like a battle cry. Jason chuckled and got off him, and in a matter of seconds, Whizzer had managed to tackle Marvin onto his own bed.

Marvin struggled beneath him: “Whizzer, no!”.

“The kid says that for every second your in hysterics, he’ll do fifteen minutes of practice. Isn’t that nice babe?”, Whizzer cooed before attacking his boyfriend’s hips with wiggly pokes and drills. And of course, Jason went for his neck.

Marvin didn’t even try fighting back his hysterical laughter, for he knew that it would result in more Bar Mitzvah practice for Jason. But boy, was this unbearable.

Metaphorically speaking; Marvin actually was quite fond of laughing his head off. It made him feel careless and free. But most importantly, loved.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”, he cried, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAWP!”.

“Stop? Why? We’re just getting started”, Whizzer teased.

“You know what, I think he likes this”, Jason said. 

Again, the boy could pick up on small details that others couldn’t. Like the twinkle in his father’s eyes, and the way that his cheeks tinted at the corner of his lips. 

This comment made Whizzer laugh and blush harder. Jee, he hoped his son was keeping track of the numbers.

“Ok, stop now, one straight day is a bit much”, Jason said, lifting his hands.

Yet Whizzer kept it up. 

Jason groaned: “I’m serious, stop”.

“What? No amount of practice is too much practice kiddo”, Whizzer said, as he spidered his quick fingers across Marvin’s belly.

Jason shook his head, and pounced on to Whizzer. And soon, both men were wrecking the tall man.

What is ‘normal’?

Well, I guess normal is a word that we use to describe something that the majority of the population does, feels or enjoys.

And sure, Jason couldn’t be typically described as normal. He was a young and sassy boy who could outsmart every adult in his life! But he still did partake in the common tradition of family bonding. Even though he was never the clingy type, he loved his family more than anything.

I guess thats ‘normal;’.