#ler!henry

[gaybananabread]

☾༺Just a Bit Longer༻☽

~So I’ve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these two’s dynamic; they’re just so silly. Not my best work, but writer’s block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if it’s your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Alex

Ler: Henry

Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his lover’s dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.

Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.

The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than he’d expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didn’t make his brain want to explode.

His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didn’t think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, he’d be fine. What he didn’t think about, however, was how Henry would take it.

Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadn’t meant to put it off, but with the three exams he’d had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.

Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.

Knocking the “shave and a haircut” pattern on his lover’s door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.

There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldn’t handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped him.

Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.

“Uh…hey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.” Alex’s gaze was back on his computer in seconds.

Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldn’t Alex just use common sense?

“Alex, darling. It’s two in the morning. You need to sleep.”

Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. “Says you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.” While that wasn’t untrue, Henry’s problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.

“Look, I’m going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.”

Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henry’s expectations was Alex’s special talent.

“This is due at eight AM…uh, today. I’ve only got six hours to finish this thing, but I’m almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.” This would have been more comforting if Alex hadn’t already said that three times.

“Alex, please. If you sleep now, I’ll wake you up at six, and we’ll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.” He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didn’t have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.

“It’s fine, Henry. I’m all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment I’m done, I’ll eat your face. Okay, baby?” Alex flipped the other man’s strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.

For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.

Alex had invited him to the White House for June’s birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some rather…unconventional methods.

Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.

Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alex’s scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.

That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.

A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you~?” Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them above his head.

Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.

“Henry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-” He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.

“Sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I already have~” With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alex’s stomach, straddling him.

The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasn’t quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.

“What’s the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?” Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.

Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.

“Gehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!” Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.

Even on a good day, it’d be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.

“Why on Earth would I do that? I’m quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,” Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didn’t really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.

“Fuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!” Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriend’s neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.

“Wow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,” he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.

The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasn’t very successful.

“SHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!” Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.

That seemed to work quite well.

“GAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!” The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.

Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was “fuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-”

Hearts practically formed in Henry’s eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.

“This all ends the moment you agree to rest. Or…would you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. You’d surely be exhausted then, wouldn’t you?”

Alex couldn’t even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.

“HEHENRY! PLEHE- snrk” It took a solid minute, but Alex’s resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasn’t helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.

While it wasn’t an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.

“H-hoholy shihihit… Thahat was evil.” He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadn’t laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.

“Possibly. You deserved it, though.” Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.

Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. He’d all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.

Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.

They’d finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but that’s what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.

“Good night, love.”

[awkwardlyflustered]

Smile, Idiot

A/N: Okay so it has been a l o n g time since I’ve written anything, but the new Red, White, and Royal Blue movie has sparked something in me because I love it. Speaking of, this contains very slight spoilers for the movie. Nothing insane by any means, in fact, I think it all might be in the trailer. It’s definitely a little rougher than I would like it, but I’m still getting into the swing of things so cut me a little slack. (Side note, I might have switched the dialogue at the beginning, but shush. My amazon isn’t working).

“I think they want us to shake hands now,” Henry muttered, turning stiffly towards his American counterpart. 

“Well then… smile, idiot,” Alex muttered right back at him, grabbing his hand and forcing a fake smile onto his face. Henry scowled before mirroring the insincere smile and posing for the camera. 

Through all of the rest of the stupid interviews and all the other stupid activities they had to do, they kept their distance as much as possible. It wasn’t until they landed themselves in a tiny little storage closet, literally on top of each other, that any of their hatred ceased.  

“...what was that?” Henry asked, his face adorned with a smirk. 

“Nothing! Shut up!” Alex rushed out, his face bright red. “You heard nothing, and you’re wrong, and also shut up.” The little squeak Alex had let out when Henry’s fingers brushed against his ribs would have been explored more, but the door was opened and the two had to scramble out of the closet. Henry still tucked the encounter away in the back of his mind anyways… just in case. 

Just in case came about much quicker than he thought it would. Just about a week later the two found themselves in one of their usual positions of Henry on top of Alex, the pair making out. Conveniently, Henry remembered their little excursion, and his hands managed to find their way down to Alex’s ribs. Alex broke away from the kiss with a little flinch.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You remember the day when we got pushed inside the supply closet?” Henry asked nonchalantly, still not moving his hands. Alex’s eyes widened, and he started to squirm, but Henry just pushed him back into place. The events of the supply closet flashed through Alex’s mind. He was so conflicted, on one hand, it was when he realized that Henry wasn’t just a royal pain in his ass (pun intended), but it was also when Henry found out…

“Yes- yes of course I remember,” he muttered out sheepishly, still kind of trying to squirm away. 

“Good, then you know what’s coming. Now what was it you said? Oh yes… Smile, idiot.” Before Alex even got the chance to respond, Henry was already digging into his ribs. As much as Alex would like to say he remained stone faced, only stopping to chuckle at Henry’s foolish, child-like behavior, he couldn’t. The pure, joyous stream of giggles that came tumbling out of his mouth was the furthest thing from that. 

“God you are so cute,” Henry adorned, “It is absolutely unfair that you have such cute giggles. You’re gonna kill me with how utterly adorable you are.” Alex didn’t think it was possible, and yet, he felt more heat flood into his cheeks as his boyfriend praised him. 

“Shuhut up, yohohou prihihick!” He squealed out, grabbing onto Henry’s wrists, having given up on trying to squirm away. Henry pulled away in a dramatic presentation of offense.

“Me a prick!? Me!?” Alex took the break happily, quickly catching his breath before retorting.

“Yes, you! You may think you’re absolutely perfect, your majes-” Alex suddenly cut himself off as he remembered the position he was currently stuck in. Henry cocked an eyebrow down at his lover, and slowly loomed over the boy. 

“What was that? Did you just call me your majesty, after I’ve told you how many times that is specifically reserved for the king? This is obviously deserving of a punishment.” Alex pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the onslaught of tickles he was about to be hit with. 

Henry took his time toying with Alex, relishing in every flinch and twitch that came from even the slightest touch. Every time Henry’s fingers touched him, Alex could feel the electricity shooting through him. The anticipation was the worst part of it. He had absolutely no idea where Henry’s devious fingers were venturing to, and could hardly take it. Finally, much to Alex’s chagrin, Henry’s fingers finally settled in to the dips of his hips. They weren’t there for even a second before Alex began desperately begging. 

“Nononono, Henry please I can’t take that. I’ll be too loud, people are gonna hear-” Alex got cut off by Henry leaning down and kissing along his neck, slowly making his way up to give him a quick peck on his lips before whispering into his ear.

“Guess you better keep quiet then.” Leaving Alex with absolutely no time to react, he started rubbing his thumbs in quick circles, which left Alex a howling mess. There was absolutely no hope of him even maintaining a semblance of quiet. How could he when his absolute worst spot was being tickled by a mad man? Alex squirmed, and screamed, and begged. Anything and everything he could think of to at least get Henry to move spots, and Henry absolutely reveled in it. He loved nothing more than making the hottest man on earth squeal and screech with laughter. 

As much as he did enjoy it, he was honestly worried someone was going to catch them, so he instead opted to lift up Alex’s shirt and begin gently nibbling along his abs. Alex was beyond relieved his hips were being left alone, but it by no means made this new form of torture any better. Henry couldn’t help but smirk at the little buck Alex did every time he hit this one spot just above his left hip. 

“H-Hehen, plehehease,” Alex giggled out, pulling Henry down by his collar. Henry relented, finally, happy falling into a kiss with the younger boy. 

The two continued kissing for a couple minutes before Alex pulled away and looked at him with a smirk. 

“Hey, Henry?” 

“Mhmm?”

“Run.” 

Henry didn’t have to be told twice. He broke out in a grin, beaming ear to ear, before leaping off the couch and running to find protection from the tickle monster out for revenge. He did not get very far, of course, and again their hotel room was filled with gleeful giggling, and desperate pleas. 

[sleepy--anon]

Day 25: New Discoveries

Reserved by Anon

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are officially full up

Here's who I write for

Alex and Henry cuddled a lot, both their responsibilities were heavy on their shoulders. Henry was usually the little spoon, the couple was comfortable with that dynamic. Henry with his head tucked in Alex's neck, Alex's leg thrown over Henry's hip, arms wrapped around each other, usually shirtless for the skin on skin contact. Henry shuffled a bit, hearing Alex's choke out a surprised chuckle.

"You ok?" Henry mumbled.

"Yeah, your nose just brushed under me ear, it's ok." Henry took a minute to understand what he had just said before repeating the motion.

"Henryhyhy..." Alex whined, twitching away from him.

"You're ears are ticklish, that's so cute."

[trashyswitch]

A Trade for Oriental Avenue

Michael and Henry are playing a game of Monopoly together. Things get heated when Henry, for some reason, buys Oriental Avenue, which prevents Michael from getting a monopoly. And things turn silly when Henry offers Michael a weird deal...

This fanfic was suggested by @fandom-glitch. I hope you enjoy!

Michael was sitting at the table, looking at Henry as he landed on a blue space. “Vermont Avenue. Guess who’s buying their first blue property?” He said with a smirk. 

Henry chuckled as Michael put two 50’s into the bank. “$100 mundo’s.” Michael said as he took the Vermont card from the deck. 

“What a waste.” Henry muttered with a smirk, looking at the cards he had. He had two brown cards, and a green card so far, and $1080 still. 

“What are you talking about?! You call Vermont Avenue a waste?! What about North Carolina Avenue?!” Michael reacted. “That was $300!” Michael reacted. 

“And it was worth the investment!” Henry reacted. 

“Was it now?” Michael asked. “Now shut up and roll.” Michael told him, giving him the dice. They only had 1 dice, so they were rolling the dice twice to make up for the lack of a second dice piece. “What happened to the second dice for this game, by the way?” Michael asked. 

Henry took the dice and rolled it in his hands. “It was taken out and used for another game, and I ended up giving it away without taking back the dice. So it’s forever missing.” Henry explained. He threw the dice onto the board, and watched as it landed. “Five…” He picked it up and rolled it again. “-and three. Eight.” Henry said as he grabbed his top hat piece. He moved it 8 pieces to the left, making him land on GO. “Yes! I get $200!” Henry declared, taking two $100 bills from the bank. 

Michael chuckled and rolled the dice next. “Three…” Michael picked it up and rolled it again. “and one. Four.” Michael said as he picked up the car piece. Michael moved the car 4 spaces up and over to the right, landing him on the Electric Company space. “Hmmm…” Michael thought for a moment, and looked at the amount of cash he had in his hand. “I think I’ll go for it.” Michael said as he pulled out a $50 bill, and a $100 bill from his hand. “$150 for the Electric Company.” Michael said. 

“What a shock…” Henry joked. 

Michael groaned and hung his head. “Goddammit.” Michael muttered. 

“Watt?” Henry asked with a smirk. 

Michael took out the Electric company card from the deck and showed him the card. “You’re not being very bright.” Michael told him. 

Henry laughed. “Woooow.” He said as he took the dice from Michael. He rolled the dice, surprisingly getting a two. “Is it two late to remind you who the pun master is?” Henry asked. 

Michael took the dice and rolled it. He got a four. “Fun fact: Puns happen to be my four-te.” Michael told him. 

Henry rolled his eyes and moved his top hat piece 6 times up. The spot he landed on, made him smirk widely. “How pissed would you be if I bought Oriental Avenue?” Henry asked, stopping the pun game for a moment. 

Michael widened his eyes. “Don’t.” He warned. 

Henry pulled out a $50 bill. 

“Don’t you dare!” Michael warned. 

He pulled out a $20 bill. 

“I will destroy you if you take my monopoly!” Michael warned. 

He pulled out another $20 bill. “Not if we just trade.” Henry told him. 

Michael gave Henry the biggest, most evil glare he could, trying his absolute best to convince him NOT to buy Oriental Avenue. 

Henry slowly grabbed the yellow $10 bill…

“UNCLE HENRY, I SWEAR TO-” 

Henry put the $10 bill in with the rest of the cash, and placed it into the bank. And just as fast, he grabbed the deck of properties and started shuffling through them. “It’s too late, Michael.” He pulled out the light blue card and slapped it onto the table. “I have Oriental Avenue.” Henry declared. 

Michael looked at Henry with defeat. How DARE he prevent him from getting a monopoly! That’s so unfair! What the hell! 

Michael growled and picked up the dice. “Gimme that, greedy bugger.” Michael muttered. 

Henry laughed, finding Michael’s British language to be both identical to his father’s, and also hilarious. “Ohoho my god you have no idea!” Henry laughed. 

Michael blew into his hand, and threw the dice. “Four.” Michael rolled the dice again, and threw it onto the table. “Three.” Michael said. He grabbed his car piece and started tapping his piece across the board seven spaces over. “New York Avenue.” Michael said. “How stupid would I be to take it?” Michael asked. 

Henry rolled his eyes. “I mean, you’ve wasted a lot of your money already. Minus well keep going.” Henry said. 

Michael gave Henry an annoyed glare. “Says the one who bought Oriental Avenue for NO REASON!” Michael yelled. 

“Do you wanna trade? Cause I’ll gladly trade you.” Henry asked. 

“YES.” Michael yelled back. 

“Alright! Alright, I’ll trade!” Henry grabbed the Oriental Avenue card and placed it in the middle. “But it’s irreversible.” Henry said. “And no counter offers.” Henry told him. 

“No counter offers?” Michael asked. 

“Noooo counter offers.” Henry clarified. “Done. What were you suggesting?” Michael asked, not even realizing what he was doing.

“I’ll give you Oriental Avenue, and $300 for…” Henry placed the $300 onto the table with the card. “5 minutes to tickle you.” Henry told him. 

Michael’s face went from focused, to shock in a matter of seconds. “...I’m sorry, what?” He asked. 

“Oriental Avenue and $300 for 5 minutes to tickle you.” Henry told him. 

Michael sat back. “...You have got to be kidding me.” Michael muttered. 

Henry laughed. “I’m not! I’m not kidding at all.” Henry said. 

Michael closed his eyes as he realized something horrifying: “...And I agreed to no counter offers.” Michael muttered, before rubbing his nose. “Dammit.” He muttered. 

Henry laughed a little more as he crossed his arms. “So:” Henry looked at him with a smirk. “Deal? Or no deal?” Henry asked. 

Michael looked at Oriental Avenue…and the $300. It was not a bad deal, honestly. It was actually more in his own favor than in Henry’s favor. He could’ve done only Oriental Avenue for the 5 minutes of tickles, but no! He threw in $300 more dollars. And that would be enough to put him back in the thousands again. Michael really needed both those things…but he didn’t want to have to be tickled for them…

But…it would seem he had no other choice. 

Michael finally gave in. “Deal.” Michael said. 

“Deal?!” Henry reacted, holding his fists up eagerly. 

“Deal.” Michael said. 

“YES!” Henry got up onto his feet and pushed Michael down onto the carpet. He pulled out his phone, and pulled up the timer. “Alright. 5 minutes starts…” Henry clicked the button. “NOW.” 

Henry put the phone down as quickly as he could, before digging his fingers into the ribs on Michael’s back. Michael widened his eyes and covered his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as giggles filled his lungs. “aaAACK- Kkkk-” Michael shook his head, refusing to laugh at first. Henry rolled his eyes and sighed. “Well if you’re gonna cheat, I minus well just do my worst.” Henry said before blowing a raspberry onto the right side of his ribs. Michael squealed and squeaked, before losing control of his laughter. “BWAAAAAHAHAHAhahahahahaha! Hehehehenryhyhyhy WAHAIHIHIHIT!” Michael shouted. 

“Nope! No waiting. Just tickling and laughter.” Henry said somewhat quickly. “I only have 10 minutes, so I’d better make every second count.” Henry told himself out loud. “Now how ticklish is your whole rib cage?” Henry asked before skittering on both sides of Michael’s front, lower rib cage first. 

Michael squeaked and cackled helplessly, trying and failing to push Henry off. “THIHIHIS IHIS UNFAHAHAHAIRRRRR!” Michael yelled. 

Henry smirked. “Remember the deal? Oriental Avenue and $300?” Henry told him before moving his hands up to the middle of Michael’s ribcage, right on the abs area. 

Michael threw his head back and giggled a bit more higher-pitched. “EEEEEhehehehehehe! HAhahahahaha! *snort* Leheheheave myhyhy ahabs alohohohone!” Michael ordered. 

Henry chuckled and moved to the middle sides of Michael’s ribs. “But then I’d be wasting my 5 minutes!” Henry argued playfully. “Now: I wonder if I can still play a bit of piano on your ribs.” Henry told him. 

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAHAHA- NOHO PIAHAHANOOHOHOOO!” HAHAHAhahahaha!” Michael yelled. 

Henry laughed. “Didn’t your Mom used to do this?” Henry asked, starting to play chords with his left hand on Michael’s right rib cage, while playing a ‘melody’ with his right hand on Michael’s left rib cage. 

Michael squealed and snorted, clenching his fists as he tried not to hit Henry in the process. “aAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! AAAHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHHEEE!” Michael giggled, dropping his head back onto the ground. 

“Oh yeah! I forgot certain spots make different sounds!” Henry reacted as he moved both his hands up to Michael’s upper ribcage, close to the armpits. 

Michael’s wiggles started right up again, as his laughter changed up completely. He was now snorting every 10 seconds, and cackling through his clenched teeth. “EEEHEHEHEHEHEE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- IHIHIT’S TOHOHOO MUHUCH- YOU’REKILLING MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Michael shouted. 

“Too much, you say?” Henry asked. “Too much to handle?” Henry asked. “Too much to handle for another…” Henry looked at the time. “3 minutes and 7 seconds?” Henry asked. 

Wait, WHAT?! Michael thought. THAT’S HOW LONG IT’S BEEN?! Michael thought more. 

“YOHOHOU’RE BEHEEEING UHUHUNFAHAHAHAIR!” Michael yelled. 

“No I’m not! I’m making this 100% fair!” Henry reacted. “We agreed to Oriental Avenue and $300 so I could tickle you for 5 minutes.” Henry told him. “IHIHI REGREHEHET AGREEHEHEHEHEEING TOHO THIHIHIS!” Michael told him. 

“No no no. You regret agreeing to being tickled for 5 minutes.” Henry said. “And when you receive the money and the property, you’ll see how easy and painless this was.” Henry told him. 

“SHUHUHUHUT UUUUHUHUP!” Michael shouted. 

Henry giggled and moved down to the front, lower ribs, right near the belly button. “Let’s give this spot a few more tickles, shall we?” Henry asked as he played his lower ribs like a piano. 

Michael covered up his face, muffling his laughter in the process and covering up his bright red face. “YOHOHOU SUUUUHUCK!” Michael yelled at him. 

“I know, I know. But isn’t this fun?” Henry asked. 

“WHAHAHAHAHA?!” Michael quickly squeaked as he felt his belly button get poked. OH NO- 

Henry watched as Michael’s belly shrunk down to get away from Henry’s finger. He chuckled. “Belly button still ticklish?” Henry asked. 

Michael squeaked again and uncovered his mouth as deep, long fits of cackles left his mouth. “HAHAHAHAhahahahahahaaaa! EEEHEHEheheheEEEHEE! NOHO BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHONNNN! PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael begged. 

“I will take that as a yes.” Henry replied with a smug grin. “Now, I’m curious:” Henry moved his hands to his hips. “Are your hips still ticklish like your Dad?” Henry asked. 

“WAHAIT- WAAAAHAHAHAHAIT!” Michael shouted. 

Henry dipped his thumbs into both sides of Michael’s hips. 

Michael SCREAMED and cackled wildly. He was an utter mess from all the laughter and tickles. It was exhausting! And yet, it was also…somewhat fun? But at the same time, not. His feelings on this offer were a lot more complicated now. Some parts of it were fun, and other parts of it (like the hips) were AWFUL! The only problem now was…How much time does he have before it’s over?

“Almost 30 seconds!” Henry told him. “You got this, kid!” Henry told him. 

“NOHOHO IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Michael yelled at him. 

“Yes you do! It’s already been 8 seconds!” Henry reacted, looking at the time: 0:25 seconds left. 

Henry started scratching on the hips, causing Michael to throw his head back and cackle all over again. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” Henry teased. “Who’s super ticklish? Who’s de super ticklish boy in this room?” Henry teased. “I think it’s Mike!” 

Michael snorted and covered up his face again, hoping and praying that it would all be over soon. 

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! 

“There goes the timer!” Henry reacted, removing his hands from Michael’s hips. Henry grabbed his phone, and stopped the notification. “Congrats, Michael!” Henry reacted. “You win Oriental Avenue, and $300!” Henry declared, placing it onto Michael’s side of the board. 

Michael was breathing somewhat heavily as he laid on the ground, utterly exhausted. Even though it had only been 5 minutes, it still felt like it had been longer. Much longer. But…He believed it was only 5 minutes. Henry would never lie to him. 

“Now: I think it’s time you decide if you’re taking New York Avenue, Michael.” Henry told him. 

Michael nodded and got up, sitting at the table again. He grabbed the $200 and put it into the bank, before grabbing the New York card from the deck. “It’s mine now.” Michael said. 

“Sounds good.” Henry replied. 

Michael put the orange card beside his 5 other cards, and smiled a bit. He was getting pretty far into the game already, and was getting properties left and right. He was determined to see what would happen throughout the game, and how long this game would end up going for. So, he held onto his $960, and prepared for a long game of properties, houses and pure luck. 

--------------

This fanfic...was very fun to write. For this fanfic, I actually set up a small game board, and grabbed game pieces from my own copy of Monopoly. It was really fun, and this whole fanfic was improv. It was written based entirely on the irl rolls I made against the board. I had to play the game, write it down on my laptop, go back to the game, write it down, and repeat. It was really cool, and it made writing a bit more fun! Here is the link for the picture of the Monopoly game I had set up

[hyper23s-gh0st]

Awww

Intimacy (Alex/Henry)

Summary: Henry wants to sleep in and cuddle, but Alex is awake and fidgety. Laughter ensues. (For Day 2 of @august-anon's weekly Tickletober prompts!! Thanks to everyone who voted for this ship and I hope you all enjoy the fic!!)

Henry has spent so many years of his life without affection.

His family is distant, all but Bea, whose love usually comes in quick hugs, the occasional ruffle of his hair. Henry’s love life has only been able to exist in the shadows, hidden by his family. Any feelings were pushed down, just trying to get by with hook-ups and longing glances.

When Alex comes around, the touch comes slow: It starts with the occasional accidental brushes, knuckles and knees bumping together. Then, the passionate kissing, the sex. They start with sex, then love and intimacy, those things have to come after. It’s easier that way for them both.

Alex grew up differently, surrounded by love. His parents, his sister, his friends and past girlfriends. But he was always so busy with school, with following his dreams and helping his family. Affection wasn’t as foreign to him, but true intimacy with a romantic partner wasn’t something he had much experience with.

Now, their love is in full swing, everything is intimate and beautiful and Henry receives affection at a much higher rate than he’s used to, and it’s simultaneously weird and perfect. They love each other fiercely, and they’re always touching.

Henry’s always been an early riser, Alex too, but after late nights talking and touching, they find themselves sleeping in. Well, Henry is sleeping in, and holding Alex hostage with him.

“Baby, I was gonna order breakfast for us,” he mutters.

Henry groans. “No, you’re staying here.”

Alex gives a fond chuckle. “Are you holding me hostage in this bed?”

Snuggling closer, Henry hums in affirmation. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Alex’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss there.

Alex squirms, a hopeless smile curling on his face. “Watch it.”

“Watch what? Am I tickling you?” Henry asks.

“No,” Alex replies, unconvincingly, his smile evident in his voice. “I just don’t want to lay in bed all day, your royal laziness.”

Henry gives a playful gasp and brings his fingers to Alex’s bare side, spidering his fingers over tanned skin with the precision of a pianist. He knows it’s technically only going to wake them both up more, going against his original goal of keeping them in bed longer, but those giggles are just too tempting. He couldn’t resist, pressing those kisses into his neck while simultaneously tickling his sides, making Alex squirm like mad, soft giggles quickly transforming into genuine laughter.

Alex had grown up being tickled by June, and tickling her back, whereas Henry’s experience with tickling had been much less frequent. His father had done it when he was a child, and Bea had done it a little more. Still, he had to learn all of Alex’s spots, figure out how to poke and scribble in the right ways. It hadn’t been very hard, considering Alex is very sensitive and incredibly responsive. Henry likes knowing that Alex isn’t just laughing out of anticipation or the silliness of the situation, but because he’s actually doing a good job at tickling.

“Baby, c’mon,” Alex whines. “If I stay in bed, will you cut it out?”

Henry’s fingers dance up to his ribs. “Hmm…Maybe?”

“That’s so not fair!” Alex snorts, trying to roll away and getting tangled in the bedsheets, his legs kicking uselessly. It’s a pretty adorable sight, and Henry is so smitten.

“Well, if I’m tickling you, you are technically still in bed. I win either way.”

“You’re such an ass,” Alex replied, batting uselessly at his hands.

Henry nipped at his collarbone as a little punishment for the comment. He was such a brat, and Henry loved him for it. He loved his touch, his laugh, his sassy comments.

Now that he has this love, this affection in his life, he’s never going to give it up.

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

wha-POW

OC x Canon tickle art!

Spinny wheels :3

[bellringermal]

Tumblr and I agreed only once (…ler) on who was to be crowned sexyman.

As if this blog couldn't get more cursed than it already is, now you know that not only I ship the forbidden Bloodborne ship but... I was also in the infamous Once-ler fandom :P. I never had an ask blog nor I was going around shipping 'oncest' (lmao, that surely was a time. Great art tho!) but there were so many cool AUs such as Truffula Flu, Camp Entre, Camp Weehawken et simili that I still think are pretty cool.

As for the others characters some are more obscure than others but you can definitely tell I always had a type. Well, maybe two types >:D.

I had a long day so it was nice to relax and doodle my creepy old guys <3

[wheelercore]

I don't know how people could watch dustin in s2 raise a demogorgon baby in the beginning only for it to spare dustin in the end in contrast to what we thought was it's innate nature and think that the show's subtext is People Are Just Born Evil.

[ekaniteevie]

This could’ve been such a cute tickle scene 😭

[gamequeenanya]

Taking a Break in the Safe Room (Switch!William, Switch!Phone Guy)

Summary: When Scott gets hurt on the job, Henry has William watch over him. William isn't the affectionate type, but he soon finds a way to bond with him that both of them can enjoy!

…

Everything had been going fine. The children were laughing, Freddy was on stage with Bonnie. The guests were chatting amongst themselves and Scott was serving beverages.

William, on the other hand, was telling Henry that his idea would never work. He'd thought of some other animatronics, and designed the costumes, but they were more like fursuits than animatronics and didn't fit the restaurant's style.

In his rage, William gestured a bit too wildly and smacked Scott in the face. He yelped and recoiled, the tray falling out of his hand. The drinks then spilled all over the floor. Panicking, Scott rushed for a towel to clean it up. But he unfortunately slipped on the floor himself. He flailed, and then fell over backwards, hitting his head on the floor. Some of the surrounding customers laughed.

"Scott! Are you alright?" Henry said in a concerned tone. He rushed over to examine him.

When Scott didn't answer, Henry looked up at William.

"It seems like one of us needs to help him."

William nodded.

"Good luck… I'll be on my break."

"Will!" Henry cried angrily. "You did this. You fix it. I need to get the extra costumes ready just in case!"

Growling, William crossed his arms. Why did Henry have to be so mean to him?! Why did Scott have to be such an idiot?!

Looking down at the scene, William thought he may as well take him to the safe room. It was nice and roomy in there, and maybe he could take his break at the same time. Not like an out cold man needed much.

In the safe room, William nibbled on his sandwich. He sat in a chair he'd stolen from the dining area, and had set Scott on a couch he'd stolen from the game room. He didn't know how the day could get any worse, but he wasn't optimistic.

Seeing Scott move didn't unsettle him until the man rose like a zombie to sit up.

Jumping, William glared and held his heart, pounding fast.

"You scared me!"

Looking around, Scott seemed confused.

"Huh? Where are we?"

William explained the situation, not enthused.

"You slipped on the floor and hit your head. Henry wanted me to take care of you."

"Oh."

Scott could hardly remember what happened. All he recalled was the happiness and whimsy he felt before it all went down. Things were silent as Scott processed everything.

"Uh… S-so, did the spill get cleaned up?"

"No idea."

Scott rushed to his feet.

"Then someone's got to-!"

Stopping him, William walked up to him and held his shoulders.

"No. You can't start to work already. You might have a concussion."

"Huh?" He looked confused, but then sat back down. "Oh… Uh, then what?"

"You are staying with me on your break. Or Henry's going to be angry at both of us…"

Scott stayed silent, hoping he understood. He sat back on the couch and watched William eat. His mind was reeling and not much was making sense. He'd ask for some food too, but he wasn't really hungry. He was already underweight because he didn't eat very much. He'd grown up poor and was used to not asking for stuff unless he absolutely needed it.

After a while, he spoke up.

"So, William?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for taking care of me." Scott smiled softly.

"Oh? It's alright."

Walking up to him, Scott offered a hug. William cautiously accepted it, patting his back awkwardly. Scott's hug was warm, full of affection. William tried to show more affection by patting a little more intently, squeezing his lower back close to his sides. To his surprise, Scott made a strange noise, and pushed him away.

"Hm? Oh…" William smirked. "Come here, Scott."

Smiling nervously, Scott stood there wondering what he should do.

"Uh. Heh! W-why?" He said, already knowing.

And William pounced, wrapping his arms around his waist and tickling him all over. His quick fingers moved from his belly to his sides, up to his armpits, and back again.

"HAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA! WILL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!" He squirmed and flailed, but William followed his movements. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHP!"

"I think you might be a little ticklish!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAA!! YOHHOHOOOHOUUUU DOHOOOOOHOOHOON'T SAHHAHAAHAHY!" Twisting around, Scott looked for an opening. William was scribbling everywhere he could, mainly focusing on his sides. "HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHA!"

He knew Scott could catch his breath relatively easily, so William wasn't afraid of going all in.

"You know, your sides are very poke-able!"

Grabbing his wrists, Scott pushed him away and took a breather.

"Haha… Heehehe… S-so are yours!" He shot back, and dared to poke William back.

Flinching, William looked startled. He gulped and backed away when he saw him smirk. Unlike Scott, who was used to giving and receiving physical affection, William didn't get touched a lot, which probably made him more sensitive. Scott noticed and got a sly grin.

"They are not!" William snapped. He hoped it would discourage him.

Scott grinned, poking them with both hands. "Wanna bet?"

"HAHAHAAHAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAHAHAAHHH!!"

Since William wasn't used to this, he didn't have good breath control. He was uncertain where Scott would go next. Secretly he hoped Scott would continue, because he was curious as to how ticklish he really was.

"Okay, so you know what has to happen…" Scott said teasingly. He brushed his fingers along his sides once more, delicately, making him flinch. "We're going to have to make a deal…"

He scribbled William's thick hip.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA!"

"That's right… You don't tell anyone about me, and I won't tell anyone about you." He winked. His tone was playful. "Got it?"

William just stood there and said nothing.

Scott grinned.

"Oh? Wait. Heh… Or maybe, you want this…?" He teased, tickling William's ribcage, delicately like a piano.

William screeched and wheezed.

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAA! NOT THERE!! HAAHAAHAAHAAAA!!"

He pushed his hands away.

Scott seemed unaffected.

"Am I wrong??"

William huffed, blushing.

"You… you are wrong!"

"Oh really…?"

He scribbled William's neck, making him devolve into squeaks.

"EEEHEE!! HEEEHEHEHEEEEEHEE!"

William took a defensive stance as he caught his breath, holding Scott's wrists so he couldn't do this further. Seeing as he was taking longer to catch his breath, Scott sat down with William. William seemed upset, so he rested his hand on his shoulder and made sure he was alright. This was the wrong move, as William was ready. He grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back. Then he went for it.

"By the way?" William said, booping and scribbling Scott's sides once again, "Haha… You… You know that this isn't a secret?"

"EEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEE!" He squealed, thrashing and trying to get away. "STAHAP! WHAHAHAAHT'S NAHAHAAAAAT A SEHECRET!?"

"That you're ticklish." He grinned, as he tickled up and down his back and along his spine. "So basically you just promised me you wouldn't tell anyone I'm ticklish. I'm truly grateful!"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEE!"

Scott's face flushed more as he pulled away from William's grip.

"Hahahaaaahaha… hhohhohow dihihid you knohohow?"

Smirking, William recited the incident.

"Don't you remember? Your comrades tickled you at the company's Christmas party?"

He shook his head.

"Wheheheehn?"

"You came in with the drinks and they started poking you. You told them to cut it out, or you'd spill them! Your voice was strained and high pitched. They knew what they were doing!"

Scott huffed. He remembered being quite proud that he did not spill them. It was his grandma's eggnog recipe, home made.

"W-whatever." He held his sides protectively. The sight of him was quite adorable, a huffy, pink faced little nerd. (Well, only little compared to William.)

William smirked. "Anyway. I'm going to tell Henry you're alright."

He got up to leave, but just to show Scott he had more tricks, he scribbled his fingers along his back.

"EEHEHEEHHEHEHE!"

Scott jolted and shifted away from him, arms in a defensive stance. He pouted.

"Mehehean!"

"You know you like it."

To this, Scott had no words. He looked away and laughed awkwardly to try and lighten the mood.

William rolled his eyes and left the room, checking in with Henry. He told the man Scott was holding up alright.

Seeing that things were ok, Scott pushed himself up. He decided he'd slacked off enough today. Time to get back to work!

…Or so it would seem. Henry stood at the doorway and shook his head. He had a glass of water in his hand. Guiding Scott back to sit down, he made him drink from it.

"I think you're going to need more rest. You hit your head, remember?" He smiled a little through his stern tone. Scott did look better, but he didn't want Scott to push through his pain.

Scott hadn't remembered, but then his body did, pain shooting through his skull.

"Ugh…. Y-yeah…"

Henry had some pain meds in his hand, but Scott shook his head.

"I can't. I'm allergic."

Henry nodded, and gave him a warm cloth instead. Scott eventually relaxed and rested against Henry, who patted his back.

"Heh, thanks Henry. Maybe I needed this…" He muttered.

"Of course you did, Scott. Be kinder to your body and take your breaks when you need them."

Scott hummed softly, and given his body was already very tired, it took that as the green light to go to sleep. Henry smiled softly, and continued to stroke Scott's back, wanting him to rest easy.

[ellietidkleblogyay]

a helping hand

dr3nry tk fic!!

lee dr3w

ler h3nry

a bit short but i couldn’t figure out what to write 💔

Dr3w has had this stupid feeling for ages. He lies on his messy bed whilst scratching his own stomach, trying to ease this dumb urge. This is annoying… Anyone in the world could’ve gotten this mood, but it HAD to be Dr3w… His magenta hair is quite messy, he doesn’t want to brush it right now. That’ll make his want for tickles worse… His dumb and pathetic fingernails lock onto his belly as he scratches and pokes at it, until a familiar ring on his doorbell appears. He ignores it. It goes on a couple more times until the door ringer just breaks in and walks into Dr3w’s room.

‘I was wondering why you were ignoring the door. You’re just moping about in here!…’

A familiar lettuce haired goon speaks up in his annoying voice.

‘Uh bro? you okay?’

H3nry begins to gently lift off the bed covers, revealing Dr3w literally trying to tickle himself. The latter giggles at this.

‘What’s up bud? Your stomach seems to be quite itchy… Mind if I just -‘

The green one sits on Dr3w’s thighs and begins tickling his stomach, making sure to find all the secret crevices.

‘Mmphh! H3NRY!’

Defensive cackles and snickers escape the raspberry one, a slightly closed fist covering his giddy grin.

‘Hehe, tickle tickle dude! You seem quite sensitive… But especially on your belly!’

‘H3nry QUIT I-iIT!

His eyes are fastened shut as a mirthful tear of happiness gathers in the corner of his eye.

‘Heh, it was quite obvious that you’re in a ticklish mood… That’s why I’m here to help. I’m quite the good helping hand.’

‘This isn’t HEHELPING!!’

It obviously is, Dr3w finds the green haired one quite helpful.

H3nry still scatters his fingers along Dr3w’s tummy, often squeezing and prodding it. The lettuce obsessor is often a tease to Dr3w, so he makes sure to tease the hell out of him!

‘Wow, this must really suck for you, buddy. Me sat on your thighs, and tickling your stomach! Couldn’t that be any worse?~’

Suddenly, H3nry gets bored of his stomach, so he moves on to poking at his sides.

‘My god dude stohohop!’

H3nry snickers and gets off of Dr3w. He however, won’t be the last laugh.

[awkwardlyflustered]

Return the Favor

A/N: Okay so I didn’t think I would be back again this quickly, but some lovely anon requested a sequel-esque to my other RWRB fic, (which if you haven’t read and would like to, is right here), so I am back to write another quick one with Alex returning the favor to Henry. Hope this one is at least sort of decent, I’m still not feeling great about my writing, but we’ll get there! Anyways, please enjoy! (P.S. thank you to everyone who gave kind words about my last fic, I was really feeling not great but all of that helped me stay motivated to keep writing). 

“Wait wait wait,” Henry rushed out, trying to keep the couch in between him and Alex.

“What exactly am I waiting for?” the dark-haired boy questioned, still trying to close the gap between him and his boyfriend. Henry just sputtered, desperately trying to come up with the right words. Refusing to even give him the chance, Alex jumped over the sofa and tackled Henry, pinning him down. 

“Come on, you don’t have to do this,” he pleaded playfully, the words having no real desire behind them.

“No? Because I remember you doing this exact thing to me not more than 3 minutes ago.” Alex’s face tinted the shade of pink remembering Henry’s fingers slowly taking him apart. 

“Okay yes, fine, I did, but that doesn’t mean you need to return the favor,” Henry rambled out, not making any moves to really escape.

“You know, today is your lucky day, I’m really not all that big on ‘returning the favor,’” Alex started with a smirk. Henry narrowed his eyes, knowing Alex far too well to believe he was getting away that easily. “However, unluckily for you, I am very big on getting revenge, so you’re not getting away yet.” Alex’s smirk shifted into a big, cheeky grin, very delighted with himself for his set up. In turn, Henry rolled his eyes at the goofball keeping him stuck to the floor, but couldn't help but smile at his adorableness. Granted, the smile quickly disappeared from his face when Alex started rolling his shirt up. Before he had any chance to protest, he felt fingers skitter across his tummy. The reaction was instantaneous, he couldn’t keep the giggles from pouring out of him. 

“Ahahahalex plehehehease.”

“Ohoho, so when I plead with you, it falls upon deaf ears and you keep torturing me, but when you do it, I’m supposed to have sympathy?” He questioned, feigning offense. 

“Yehehehes! And ihihit wahahasn’t tohohorture!” Henry barely managed to giggle out, bucking his hips, trying to get the offending digits off of his sensitive tummy. 

“Good, if that wasn’t torture, then this certainly isn’t. You should be just fine.” Before Henry could even think up a reply, there were already fingers pinching away at his ribs.

“AhahahAHAHLEHEHEX NOHOHO,” Henry pleaded, the laughter only rising as Alex pinched further up.

“Mmm good spot?” Alex murmured out, a smile gracing his face as he took in just how cute his thrashing boyfriend was beneath him.

“NOHOHO!” the prince screamed out, refusing to admit in any way that Alex has an upper hand. 

“Oh, lying to me now, your royal highness? I think that deserves to be punished, doesn’t it?” Henry shook his head, grabbing on to Alex’s wrists, and trying to pry them away from his ribs. Alex relented and took his hands off Henry’s ribs, just to give him a little bit of a breather before continuing. 

“I wonder…” he thought out loud as he reached back and experimentally dug into the muscle on Henry’s thigh. The yelp he was rewarded filled him with absolute joy and a whole new level of menacing he was about to achieve. 

“Nononononono, Alex don’t you daHAHAHARE NOHOHOHO.” Henry was once again thrown into a fit of laughter as Alex started pinching at his thighs now. 

“Hmm? What was that, babe? You want me to keep going? Oh even harder you say? If you insist,” Alex teased, the smile on his face mimicking that on Henry’s. He flipped around, now sitting on Henry’s hips, facing his thighs so he could have better access to his new target.

“One would think that as the First son of the United States, you would be a lot nicer, but no, you’re an absolute menace.”

“And one would think that the Prince of England would be less sensitive, yet here we are.” Henry couldn’t even respond, just lie back as his face reddened and Alex’s hands inched closer and closer to his death spot. 

As soon as Henry felt Alex put his hands down, he sat up and started scribbling along Alex’s sides, hoping to deter him. Alex pinched his arms down against his sides, squealing and falling back.

“Hehehehey nohoho.” The two of them wrestled around on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand of the situation. There was nothing but stray yelps as death spots were attacked, constant giggles from both parties, and clumsy pinching and poking at anything they could reach. By the end of it, they ended up right back in the same position that they started in, with Alex pinning Henry down.

“Now that we’re back where we’re supposed to be,” Alex commented, glaring back at Henry, “I will not be making this mistake again.” He grabbed Henry’s hands and shoved them under his knees, trapping him well. Henry just smirked at him, all too proud of his various shenanigans. He, of course, was promptly knocked off his high horse when Alex began squeezing his thighs and he couldn’t do anything about it, but beg.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO!” Alex just gave a little hum in response as he started lightly tracing his fingers on one thigh while swiftly pinching at the other. Henry kicked his legs out and continued his begging, even though it was pointless. 

“You should really try to quiet down, people might hear you.” Henry’s face darkened another shade of red as he remembered that people outside of just him and Alex existed, and could very well be hearing him being tortured by his boyfriend.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”

“Later, definitely. But I’m having fun with this, right now,” Alex responded, cheeky as ever, not even needing to look back to see Henry’s blush deepening, once again. The two carried on like this for a few minutes longer, only stopping because Henry’s laughter had gone silent. 

Alex carefully climbed off of him, and laid down beside him, kissing his crimson face. 

“You okay?” Henry simply nodded in return, still catching his breath. Alex smiled at the sight beside him. Henry’s eyes still scrunched up with the huge smile adorning his face, his cheeks an absolutely beautiful shade of red. He just looked amazing like this, and Alex never wanted it to end. 

“That was really mean, you know. I didn’t go that hard on you,” Henry accused, grabbing Alex’s hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to show you who’s top dog around here,” Alex replied in the most stereotypical, 80s douchebag voice he could conjure up. Henry just chuckled at him and leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. 

“If I wasn’t exhausted, I would be proving that statement wrong.”

“Uh huh, sure you would, babe. But there’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. For now, that bed is calling… no, yelling my name,” Alex returned, already starting to stand up. Henry just eagerly followed along happy to just cuddle beside his boyfriend for the rest of the night.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 4: Hide and Seek

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reserve a day for tickletober

Here's who I write for

Henry wasn't the type to play childhood games like hide and seek in his adult years. Alex on the other hand was extremely playful and incorporated childhood games in them often. Now, the recently out couple were in an unofficial game of hide and seek. During a hot and heavy make out in just sweatpants and a t-shirt Alex noticed something quite intriguing about Henry. He was now in a dark room, hidden against the wall in a way where the door will hide him when it opens. Alex stepped in the room, flicking the light on. Henry curled his lips tight, placing his hand over top for good measure.

"Come on out Henry~ It's about time you lightened up a bit~" Henry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out Alex's teasing tone.

"Not in here either? Damn.." Henry saw the light turn back off and heard the door shut, thinking he was home free he relaxed and let out the breath he was holding.

"GOTCHA~!" Henry heard from the dark, feeling Alex grab his waist and manhandle him to the floor.

"Wha-wha-where?" Henry's brain tried to catch up, having a little difficulty since he couldn't see anything.

"You really thought you could hide from this Baby~?" Alex purred, using his favorite nickname on purpose. Henry felt his chest against his and the all too light kisses on his neck.

"Ah-Alehex Wahait, I cahahan't sehehehee!"

"Neither can I, but that's the fun~" Henry's hands found his shoulders, but before he could push him off Alex blew a massive raspberry to his neck, quickly followed by curious and determined fingers all over his body.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" Henry kicked his feet out, clutching Alex's sleeves. He hadn’t been tickled since he was little, he forgot how good it felt.

[trashyswitch]

I drew a thing

I'm really proud of it...Specifically Henry's plaid shirt and general look. William's look...I could take or leave...Idk.

It's based off the fanfic 3 Times Afton Was an Idiot, and 1 Time Afton Admitted it.

And the looks of Henry and William, are based on @falling.for.luck's cosplays on Tumblr...Cause they are one of the most well-done cosplays out there. XD

[tickletastic]

Cryptids, Ghosts, and Everything in Between

Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue

Ship: Henry/Alex

Summary: Henry and Alex swap ghost stories, turns out Henry is afraid of cryptids. Day eight of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: haunted!

Henry wakes up with a start, daring to look out from the safety of the blanket, seeing that the light hasn’t begun to shine through the White House windows, it must be before dawn given the darkness and how long he thinks he has been asleep. He checks the time on his phone and his suspicion is confirmed, it’s approaching 5 o’clock, and the sunrise isn’t due for another hour or so.

He is alerted quickly to the fact that he really, really needs to pee, but he finds himself practically glued to the bed, scared to leave its safety.

Alex and Henry had spent the night sharing ghost stories, Henry sharing how some have claimed to see the ghost of King George II, one account claiming that his apparition had made a chef faint. Henry had said he hadn’t had any personal experiences with Kensington’s haunts, though he had admitted to his boyfriend that the hollow, empty halls often scared him in the darkness, and sometimes the floor’s ominous creaks would have him rushing back to his bedroom, forgetting why he had even left it. He mentions how Bea has been bugging him for ages to do a ouija board, claiming it would be interesting to ‘meet’ their ancestors. Alex had laughed, saying June and Nora had once wanted to do a White House séance charity event for Halloween, and it had been immediately vetoed by everyone that had an opinion in the matter of White House going ons. 

Alex, competitive as he is, claimed the White House had to be more haunted than Kensington Palace, that every president who died, whether in office at the time or not, would want to haunt the White House. Henry wasn’t so convinced, citing the presidents that had gone on to have full lives once they had left the office, saying he’d rather haunt a quaint countryside cottage or his favourite old bookstore than the place where he served mainly as a symbol in his time there.

The sharing of ghost stories had not been what had him so frightened; he was used to Bea trying to spook him by sharing the stories of those that had died in the same palaces they grew up in. Instead, he was scared by the stories that England notably lacked, the stories of wild beasts and woodland deities, the stories of spirits returning and desperately crying for their children, or hearing your name called in an empty forest. The urban legends that every region of the United States crawls with, and brings to life with each generation’s retelling, those are what scared him. 

He spent a while deciding on whether he had to really pee, or whether he could wait until he woke up again, with the golden light brightening the room. In the dark the historical halls of the White House could be just as creepy as Kensington Palace’s labyrinths, and, though Alex had never really been able to fall asleep in silence, the movie they had picked to fall asleep to was long over, making the silence feel a million times louder. 

Finally, he decides to be a big boy and rushes to the bathroom, armed with his phone, the flashlight lighting up everything ahead of him. The White House halls creak with every movement, echoing throughout, and Henry avoids eye contact with the portraits on the walls, some of the presidents long-dead, others looking as though their eyes follow each of his movements.

When he finally returns to Alex’s room, shutting the door with a sigh, he turns off his phone’s flashlight, flopping back into bed. Notably, the bed is lacking some of its previous warmth, and Henry feels around, realizing Alex is no longer in the bed. 

His heart races as he scans the room, his eyes not well adjusted to the darkness, finally, when he looks behind the door, he sees two eyes reflecting back at him. Henry gasps, frantically pushing himself up to the headboard. 

“Boo,” Alex says, before chuckling in a deep, sleepy way, “you should see your face right now, your majesty.”

Henry glares, thick eyebrows knitting together harshly, “You could’ve given me a heart attack! I- you are-” He sighs in frustration, grabbing for his phone that had been lost in the sheets during his struggle. 

“What are you doing?” Alex asks, approaching the bed. Henry hates that he’s still sporting that stupidly smug grin, wishes he could wipe it off, but he’s too embarrassed to lean up for a kiss.

“Inquiring with Shaan about when the plane could be ready,” Henry says, trying to keep his voice dangerously serious.

Alex sees right through it though, and jumps on the bed, wresting Henry down until he’s laying on the blonde’s chest, grabbing his phone from his hands, “oh no you’re not.” He turns the phone around before turning it off and sees that no, Henry hadn’t been texting Shaan, he had been playing Candy Crush. He can’t help but roll his eyes, putting Henry’s phone face down on the nightstand. 

“I should stay mad at you, you know? You’re an absolute cretin,” Henry grunts, tangling the fingers of one of his hands with one of Alex’s.

“We both know you wouldn’t last that long,” Alex says, bringing his free hand up to trace lazy shapes over Henry’s ears and collarbones. Henry starts giggling almost immediately, but melts into the feeling. Alex starts kissing him softly in the same places, and Henry is practically done for.

Henry had admitted once, during a night so tiring it bordered on drunkenness, that he found tickling like this peaceful, that it would only take a few minutes of it for him to be out cold. Alex had taken advantage of it whenever Henry was stressed, or overworked, which are two circumstances that the two of them are far too familiar with. Of course Alex knew Henry liked tickling in all forms, even if he would never admit it, but he knew when his boyfriend needed to be treated softly, when Henry needed to feel like the world wasn’t ending.

“You are playing such a dirty game, Alex,” Henry gets out through his light giggles, desperately trying not to squirm, to block Alex the access he needs to make Henry feel good. 

“Hmm,” Alex thinks for a moment, “playing dirty would be telling you about my bigfoot sightings. This? This is mercy.”

Henry rolls his eyes, which are rapidly closing as the minutes pass. “Bigfoot?” He questions.

“Oh yeah,” Alex says, “massive gorilla-creature with hair everywhere. He likes to steal from campsites.” 

“Hair everywhere?” Henry giggles, a mischievous tone to his voice, “maybe you two are cousins?”

“Oh, shut up.”

[eunchancorner]

Don't Negotiate With Terrorists Ellie

No one can stop me from writing Triple Threat tickle fics

-

“Get back here, you thief!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

Henry listened to the yelling as Charles chased Ellie around the house with a nerf gun in hand, playing some game that sounded like something 7-year-olds play on school playgrounds. Ellie had snatched one of the whisks while Charles was trying to bake and was running around, evading him, meanwhile he’d apparently kept a nerf gun stowed in a cupboard for just such an occasion, which came as no surprise, given that both Ellie and Henry were guilty of stealing cooking supplies while he was mid-meal prep.

Henry had opted to stay out of it, quietly watching videos on his phone, curled up peacefully on the couch as his roommates yelled and laughed and ran around the house loudly.

But slowly, their spirit began to become infectious. He began to want to join in. Would it be awkward to join in now? What would he even do?

Then, suddenly, he got his chance.

“Henry, grab her!” Charles shouted, and without hesitation, Henry tossed his phone aside and lunged at Ellie as she rounded the couch, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

In hindsight, not having a tighter grip was his first mistake.

Ellie easily spun with his movements, grabbing the back of his shirt with her free hand and pulling him up. Her other arm wrapped loosely around his neck, holding the whisk so close that he could almost feel the cold metal against him, and the arm that had grabbed him was now wrapped around his midsection. On instinct, he put his hands up as all three of them halted in their positions; Henry prisoner in Ellie’s grasp, Charles pointing his nerf gun at Ellie.

He had quickly turned from a helper to a hostage.

“C’mon, Ellie, you don’t wanna do this! Just let go of Henry, give me the whisk, and this’ll all be over!” Charles warned, failing to force the playful grin off his face.

“You don’t even know what I’m planning with him! What if I’m planning to do…” Ellie seemed to think for a moment, before a mischievous grin lit up her face, curling her empty hand into a claw above Henry’s stomach, earning a startled yelp. “This!”

Henry was caught looking between her hand and Charles, trying and failing to force down nervous snickers, all too aware of how his face felt like it was on fire. He shook his head nervously, not sure what he was protesting, but protesting all the same.

“You wouldn’t dare!” the pilot gasped, feigning a look of horror.

“Oh, but I would! You know as well as I do how stupidly ticklish Henry is, so you’d better drop the gun!” she warned him.

“E-Ehellie no, no plehease-” the poor hostage tried to beg before he was cut off by his own squeal as she pinched his belly lightly.

“Begging will only make me want to tickle you more, Henry, so you better keep quiet,” she said, before turning her attention back to Charles. “This goes one of two ways. Either you figure out how to mix a cake the old-fashioned way, or Mr. Squeaker here ends up too tickled out to have any. What’ll it be, Charles?”

“What do you even want a whisk for, anyway?!”

“Well, it’s… uhm… uh…” she seemed to struggle to think of something, so Henry chimed in.

“I-it’s a good stim toy,” he whispered, earning a nod.

“Yeah, like he said, it’s a good stim toy!”

“Henry, why are you siding with her?!”

“Sh-she’s got my death spot, gihimme a break, man!”

Charles took a deep breath. Henry could almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he tried to formulate a plan. Suddenly, he cast the nerf gun aside, leaping for the pair.

You fucking idiot.

Faster than Henry could process, Ellie suddenly had them both pinned on the floor beneath her, the whisk clattering to the ground near Charles’s head. Henry shot him a glare at his idiocy, while the pilot simply snatched up the whisk he’d been ‘fighting’ for this whole time. 

“So, what was the plan there?” Ellie questioned, crossing her arms as she looked down at the pilot. Henry watched Charles fumble for an answer.

“I-I’m gonna be honest, the plan was to go with the flow… but uhm… the-the flow ended up with me on the ground… so… I-I’m not sure where to go from here,” he admitted.

“Well, lucky for you, I have an idea of where to go. You’re gonna go straight to Tickle Hell, alongside Henry of course,” she smirked down at the two, her arms crossed. “Or maybe you’ll go before him, so he can see what happens when you decide to side against me. Or maybe, you’ll go after him, since I did threaten to tickle him first, so it’s only fair that he gets it. Hm… now that I think about it, I’m absolutely doing one at a time. Two hands, twice the tickles, and I get to fluster the hell out of one of you. So who’s first?~”

The boys looked at each other before pointing at each other. Neither wanted to face the consequences, and Henry was half-hoping he’d be able to get away while Ellie was distracted.

“Well, that’s no help… Hm, fine. Charles, you can go first because you’re the one who chased me around with a nerf gun for 20 minutes,” she decided.

“Hey, you took my whisk, I was just trying to get it back!” he defended, but quickly shut up with a squeak as Ellie curled her hands into claws above him, the same as she’d done to Henry earlier.

“Hey, Charles, do me a favor… Shut up and laugh for me~” she ‘requested’, immediately going for his ribs, making the poor pilot squeal instantly as he pressed his arms to his sides in a poor attempt to defend himself.

Henry wanted to feel smug about not being first. He did. But he just couldn’t, because he knew he’d be next. And yet he couldn’t look away from Charles’s doom. From what was soon to be his own. He watched as Charles twisted and laughed and squealed, as he struggled to escape, an effort made in vain. He listened as all the poor pilot could do was laugh. Because tickles, ironically, were one of the things that got him to stop rambling.

And Ellie knew it, too.

“Aww, poor Charles, can’t even tell me off because he’s just too ticklish! Isn’t that just the cutest thing, Henry? Something that you’d expect someone so rambly to be able to do is attempt some speech about how ‘evil’ and ‘horrible’ I am because I won’t stop tickling him, or teasing him, or calling him the cutest, most adorable little puppy boy ever! But not Charles, because he’s just too ticklish~” she cooed at him, leaning closely over him so he couldn’t look away from that evil smile she wore. Henry finally managed to tear his gaze away, hiding behind his hand, his face one again feeling like it was on fire. 

“What’s wrong, Henry? Don’t wanna watch Charles get his karma? I thought you loved watching people get what’s coming to them,” Ellie purred, having noticed Henry’s change. “But then again, I guess you’ve never liked it when the karma comes for you, huh? And you know that’s exactly what’s gonna happen when puppy boy over here’s tickled out.”

Beside him, Charles whined through his laughter, which brought Ellie’s full attention back to him.

“Speaking of which, you done down there?” she asked him, and after a short while his laughter calmed to giggling, which indicated to Henry that he’d probably managed some kind of affirmation. Of course, once Charles could speak properly again, he did.

“Dohohon’t… dohon’t call mehe puhuhuppy bohoy… Ihihi… aham a grohohown ahass mahahan… Ihi am… ihin the mihilitahahary… I aham…”

“You’re adorable. Like a puppy. Now shush and go rest, okay?”

“Okahay…” he giggled out, though Henry dared to peek and see him roll away onto his side, still giggling as Ellie let him go. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Ready, Henry?”

Ah. Shit. That’s right.

“Uh… w-wehell…” he mumbled, having trouble finding the words to say, finding himself averting his gaze again now that he was under Ellie’s full focus.

“C’mon, I need an answer. Or are you saving your breath until I actually start?” she asked, tilting her head at him with that same evil smirk. “I mean, I get it. Listening to you talk nonstop and still manage to say absolutely nothing is pretty funny. But I would at least like you to say you’re ready.”

“Ihi… I-I’m ready…”

And just like that, she dug into his belly, making him squeal brightly at the tickles. He tried his best to roll in some direction, any direction, so long as it would make it less intense, but no matter where he tried to go, there she was. So, his brain defaulted to the next best thing it could think of to get him out of trouble.

“WAHAHAIT!! WAITWAITWAIT! PLEHEASE EHEHELLIE!! NAHAHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Hey, you said you were ready! You don’t get to tell me to wait anymore, now switch up the tone before I decide you’re not laughing hard enough~” she warned him, earning a flustered squeal.

“PLEHEASEPLEASEPLEASE!! I CAHAN’T!! NOHOT FAHAHAIR!! IHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!” he complained, grabbing at her hands as they kneaded at the pudge on his tummy. It was hard to overstate how much it really tickled; he felt like his whole midsection was filled with electricity, buzzing through his torso and lighting his nerves on fire. This was the kind of thing that was so hard to describe entirely but so unique and distinct in a way it had no business being. He’d probably have felt bad for Charles if he had the brain function for it right then.

“I know it’s bad, that’s why I chose this spot, dumbass. It makes you react so much and it’s just so fucking cute! You have no idea how much I just wanna squeeze the shit outta you every time I get you to laugh like this, but I might end up actually hurting you so this is the next best thing!”

“FUHUHUCKING CYHYCLE!!”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is, you’re an adorable puppy boy, just like Charles.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! EHEHELLIE! SOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”

“Give me one good reason~”

“DYIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Oh please, you drama king, you’re not dying!” she rolled her eyes at him, although she couldn’t hide how amusing it was. “I mean, I’ll move spots, but you’re not dying.”

And true to her word, she took his hand into hers, gently fluttering her nails over his palm, causing his hysterics to calm into bright giggles.

“Chrihihist… youhuhu… ahare ehehehevil…” he managed, feeling like his brain was turning into soup now that it was able to relax a little.

“If I was ‘evil’, I would’ve kept tickling your belly,” she pointed out with a smug smile, “You should be grateful that I’m giving you any mercy at all with that shitty excuse.”

Henry had no good response to that, so he gave in to just giggling his head off, his free arm draped over his face, staying like that until Ellie finally got bored and let him go, standing, letting him struggle to regain composure.

He couldn’t tell what she was doing, but he heard her begin to walk into the kitchen and say, “Maybe I can try to make this cake myself. Maybe I’ll set the house on fire, maybe I'll actually make something edible, let’s see.”

The sound of Charles scrambling to his feet only made him giggle harder.