#kinndaaaaa in my ode universe bc i love him

[a-ikuoliver]

oliver + tickling:33333 - @teddybeartoji

THANK U MICKEY X2 I LOVE U MICKEY X2

"this," your touch is lighter than a feather, nearly lighter than air, only just making contact when you drag the tip of your finger over his palm, "is your love line."

"what does it say? i'm gonna get married six times?"

your fingers tighten around his wrist, dragging him closer as if to inspect the creases in his hand, a despaired look coming over your face.

"says you're going to be alone forever, sorry." you wince, for extra effect, "oof, yeah, see right here? it's telling me no one could ever stomach dealing with you."

you drop his hand with a shrug of your shoulders, stating it all matter-of-factly, leaving no room for oliver to argue with you.

"it does not." you can't help the smile when he huffs at you, a cute little pout on his lips while he glared at you.

"let me see yours, then."

"you can try," offering your hand gently, he takes it, tenderly, you try to convince your heart to slow it's pulse.

can he fell it? how it beats for him?

clearing your throat, you will your voice to stay even as you joke, "i already looked, it said i was to be wed in the spring."

"as if."

"swear it, see, it's right there, that line."

'oh, right there is it?"

are your palms too clammy? your fucking pulse still won't calm down.

his fingers wrap around your wrist, tightening in the way you know he can feel your heart beneath his fingertips.

"what does this one here tell you?"

"what? where?"

"right here."

he's on you in a second, the hand around your wrist holding your arm high above your head, while he mercilessly tickles your stomach, mouth splitting into a beaming smile when you squeal his name, again and again, losing your breath more and more every time.

your free hand at his hand does nothing, your writhing only succeeding in sliding you further beneath him, trapping yourself beneath his attack.

again, you squeal his name between giggles and deep breaths, twisting and turning your body, arching and stretching in an attempt to escape him.

eventually, you do.

well, it's not quite an escape. more oliver granting you mercy, resting his hand just inside your waistband.

he's close. he's warm. he's staring down at you. you're looking at his lips. his hand is still holding your wrist. you can feel his chest moving with every breath.

"sorry, i think i missed your love line a little."