#muppets tickle fic

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

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Hello Gigglers!

This is a lee Gonzo fic, as requested by @fluffyrookie

Just clarifying that Gonzo and Camilla is NOT an animal x human ship. They are both animals, they just speak different 'languages'.

Also, I haven't written for Gonzo before, so I apologize in advance for the characterization probably being a bit off.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: The Muppets (2011)

Summary: Gonzo misses his job at the plumbing company. Luckily, Camilla is there to remind him why working with the Muppets is so much more fun!

Warning: This is a TICKLE FIC!!!

Going from being a full-time boss at a Plumbing company to a quirky performer on the stage was quite a transition for Gonzo. Sure, he had been with the Muppets before - that was his first ever lifestyle - but he'd thought he'd put that life behind him. Now, thanks to Kermit and the new team member Walter, he was back again with the 'old gang', reunited.

Gonzo was delighted but, he had to admit, he missed his role of leadership. In the Muppets, everyone were buddies - equals. He wasn't able to boss people around anymore, (as much as he tried). He also felt a bit useless not being in charge of something. He didn't want to be just another sheep, doing what was excepted of him.

But all of those doubts about rejoining the Muppets were completely overridden by the opportunity to work with Camilla again. The chicken was his girlfriend...his best friend...it wasn't exactly clear. Nevertheless, they had bonded from the moment they'd met. Gonzo's unhinged psycho attitude was a perfect match for the daring Camilla. And they were both massive advocates for Muppet Ladder, canon displays and the indoor running of the bulls.

So there Gonzo was, sitting in his dressing room, humming to himself, ready to go on stage in half and hour. He was looking at his face from various angles in the mirror, checking that he didn't have any leftovers from lunch caught in his fur, and that his long floppy nose looked nice and slick.

That was when he heard a familiar sound at the door.

"B-Buck buck?"

It was his beloved Camilla, requesting, as Gonzo knew, to enter his dressing room. The two had known each other long enough that Gonzo could perfectly understand the chicken's every word, even though she only spoke in clucks.

Gonzo's eyes widened a bit. He was thrilled, sure, but this was....unexpected.

"H-hey Camilla", he said sheepishly, "What brings you here?"

The chicken strutted up to him, resting her head on his shoulder, making him gasp. He'd almost forgotten how funny those feathers felt next to his neck chin.

"Buck buck buck?", she inquired (why do you think I'm here?)

"I-I don't know", Gonzo mumbled, gently lifting Camilla off, "I have genuinely no idea".

The chicken sighed - "Buck buck buck" (Youve' looked stressed lately).

"What?", Gonzo retorted, "Stressed? Me? What makes you think that honey?" The great Gonzo could never be stressed or nervous about anything - it was unthinkable!

Camilla just hummed, making Gonzo let out an exaggerated sigh. He knew he had to be honest with her.

"Okay honey", he began, "Don't tell anyone this but Iv'e been feeling a bit...nervous....about not being in control. When I was at that plumbing place, I had all the power, but now I'm kind of...just a follower. And what if the others make me do something stupid? And what if the audience hates it, thinks Iv'e lost my spark after all these years?"

Camilla leaned back, listening intently.

"Buck buck buck", (I get that you miss being a boss), she responded, "Buck buck buck buck buck", (but your not completely powerless).

Than the chicken chuckled, "Buck buck buck buck", (And you've still been ordering other people around like a pushy meanie).

Gonzo couldn't help but smile at that final remark - "I haven't been a meanie!"

"Buck buck", (yes you have), Camilla responded.

Gonzo let out a shocked laugh. The audacity!

"I'm not a meanie, I'm just accustomed to ordering people around. And your the one to talk!"

At that, Camilla giggled, and reached out her left wing, flapping it in Gonzo's face.

"No-ho!", he whined, trying to squirm away, "Q-quit it!"

The feathers brushing up against his face were very uncomfortable, but it suddenly got worse when the chicken got closer, focusing on aiming at his neck.

The Muppet squealed, scrunching his shoulders up, letting out some very un-Gonzo like giggles.

He'd completely forgotten how ticklish he was, especially on his neck. The last time he was tickled was the last time the Muppets were performing. Fozzie in particular had always found it very amusing to reduce the unbeatable Gonzo into this giggly state.

"Nahaha, quhihit it!", Gonzo giggled, his scrunching shoulders providing zero defense against those brutal feathers.

"Buck buck", Camilla simply responded, and Gonzo was too lost in his laughter to understand what that meant.

She than moved both of her wings to his sides, making the poor alien fall over and start rolling on the floor, cackling desperately.

"Whyhyhy are yohohohou tickling meheheheh?", he asked, a little embarrassed.

The chicken just tutted, clucking again, and brought both of her feathers to his right side, focusing on a spot halfway between his ribs and bellybutton. Gonzo through his head back, his laughter getting more high pitched. Damn, Camilla had remembered all of his tickle spots perfectly.

"Okahahay, enough!", he cried. But the chicken wasn't done. Looking awfully pleased with herself, she dug her claws gently into Gonzo's belly, making him instantly roll over onto his side in an attempt to crush her claw.

"NAHAHAH!", he shrieked, "NOHOHOT THEHERE!"

Camilla than dipped her claw into his belly button, and Gonzo was GONE.

"PLEHEHEASE!", he cried, "THAHAHAT'S SO BAHAHAHD! CAHAHAMILLAHAHA!"

The chicken in question decided to have a little mercy, hopping off Gonzo and watching him catch his breath.

"That..was...very mean", he said, his chest heaving.

"Buck buck buck buck", (you practically asked for it).

"No I didn't!", Gonzo retorted.

There was silence for a few moments, with Gonzo, despite his frustration at Camilla, still unable to get that smile off his face.

"Buck buck buck?", she enquired (Do you feel better?)

Gonzo opened his mouth to respond, but than closed it. Wait...he did feel better. A lot better.

"Buck buck buck", (If you don't answer me there will be a round two), Camilla taunted.

Blushing heavily, Gonzo still didn't speak. There was more to being a member of the Muppets than not being in charge. It was all about being a part of a team, about cheering each other up, about being playful and venerable with each other. About laughing together. And Camilla's 'attack' had reminded him of all that.

Taking his silence as permission to continue, Camilla jumped on top of Gonzo, making him scream before digging her wings under his arms.

"Wait-nohohoho!"

Maybe this would be better than his plumber job after all.

I hope you enjoyed (:

Iv'e never written a fic for this fandom before so, if you like it, I could write more. Apologies again that this took so long!

[daisymbin]

my biggest secret! - lee seokmin

warnings: none! oh, "dumbass" used once if that counts as a warning?

pairings: lee seokmin x reader

genre: drunken confession, friends to lovers

wc: 1.3k

a/n: this fic might be fluff but irl I'm barking over those abs PLEASE just one chance lee seokmin

drunken confessions series

check out my masterlist! // seokmin's m.list

seokmin was in high spirits as usual, his laugh booming and eyes crinkling as he clung onto your arm, already tipsy and far more affectionate than usual.

“i love you, you know that?” he declared, leaning his head onto your shoulder. you rolled your eyes but smiled, used to seokmin’s clinginess when he drank.

“yeah, yeah, you’ve said that ten times already tonight,” you teased, but seokmin only tightened his grip, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“but it’s true,” he mumbled, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. “you’re so great.”

meanwhile, mingyu, seungkwan, soonyoung & jeonghan started a game of truth or dare, and soon seokmin was pulled back into the chaos, dragging you along with him, your hands still intertwined. his need for physical contact didn’t go unnoticed, and his friends exchanged knowing smiles as seokmin refused to let go, giggling and clinging to you as if his life depended on it.

“alright, seokmin!” mingyu called out with a mischievous grin. “truth or dare?”

seokmin’s eyes sparkled with a challenge. “dare,” he said, puffing out his chest dramatically, earning laughter from everyone.

“i dare you… to do your most embarrassing dance move in front of all of us,” mingyu said, barely holding back his laughter.

seokmin’s eyes widened, and he groaned loudly. “nooooo, mingyu, why?” he whined, but his smile never wavered. reluctantly, he lets go of your hand just long enough to stumble to his feet and perform the silliest, most exaggerated dance move he could muster, waving his arms around and flailing like a muppet. everyone burst into laughter, the room filling with cheers and claps as seokmin collapsed onto the floor in mock exhaustion.

you couldn’t help but laugh, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. seokmin, red-faced and still giggling, crawled back over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your lap. “did i impress you?” he asked, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“definitely,” you said, running a hand through his messy hair. he hummed contentedly, closing his eyes and nuzzling closer.

“okay, okay, your turn!” soonyoung said, pointing at you. “truth or dare?”

you smirked. “truth.”

“boring!” soonyoung groaned, but he leaned forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “what’s the most embarrassing thing seokmin’s ever done in front of you?”

seokmin’s eyes shot open, and he sat up, clinging even tighter to you. “nooooo, don’t tell them!” he begged, his voice cracking in mock terror.

you chuckled, looking at him fondly. “be careful! we don't want to have to deal with a sulky & pouty seokmin.” seungkwan warned.

“okay, fine. but remember that time you tried to serenade me with that cheesy love song and tripped over your guitar case in the middle of the chorus?” you teased.

seokmin’s face turned even redder, and he groaned, hiding his face in your lap. “why would you bring that up?” he whined, making everyone laugh even harder.

the game continued, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and energy. seokmin’s clinginess only intensified, and he kept his hands on you—holding your hand, leaning his head against your shoulder, & even playing with the ends of your hair absentmindedly; as if it was all so natural for him. he was practically glued to you, and his cheeks were flushed a deep red from both the alcohol and his constant smiles.

“alright, seokmin, truth or dare?” jeonghan asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

seokmin perked up, a little too enthusiastically. “truth!” he declared, squeezing your hand like he needed the extra courage.

jeonghan’s eyes gleamed with mischief, “what’s the biggest secret you’ve been keeping from all of us?”

the room went silent for a split second before bursting into oohs and curious whispers. seokmin bit his lip, glancing nervously at you. his grip on your hand tightened, and his laughter suddenly seemed forced, his eyes betraying his inner turmoil.

“biggest secret?” he echoed, stalling for time. he swallowed hard, and you could feel his palm starting to sweat. you glanced over at him, eyebrows raised, and whispered, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

but seokmin shook his head, the playfulness draining from his expression. he was quiet for a moment, the tension thick in the air, before he turned to face you fully. his eyes were glassy, and he let out a nervous laugh.

“my biggest secret,” he began, voice cracking, “is that i’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.”

the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the two of you. seokmin’s face was a deep shade of red, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears as the realisation of what he said dawned on him. he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with horror. “oh no,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “oh no, oh no, oh no.”

you were frozen in place, heart pounding so loud in your chest you could hear it in your ears. “s-seokmin-ah…” you whispered, but he shook his head frantically, his other hand reaching out to grip your arm like it was a lifeline.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. “i didn’t mean to say it like that, not when i’m drunk, not like this.” his words began to tumble out faster, voice cracking with panic. “i ruined everything, didn’t i? you’re gonna hate me now that i ruined out friendship like this and-and i just-”

before he could finish, you leaned in and kissed him, cutting off his frantic rambling, hoping this somehow reassures him. his eyes widened in shock, but then they fluttered shut, and he melted into the kiss, kissing you back instinctively, his grip on you tightening impossibly more. the cheers and whoops from your friends faded into the background as you pulled away just enough to rest your forehead against his, your faces inches apart.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” you whispered as you smiled up at him. you pray he doesnt notice the trembling in your voice.

seokmin’s eyes were still dazed, his lips parted as he tried to process what had just happened. “you… kissed me,” he said softly, his voice full of wonder, almost as if he still doesn't understand why you kissed him.

you nodded, cheeks flushed. “i did.”

his eyes slowly lit up as he starts to understand why, a smile breaking through his glassy eyes, and he let out the loudest, happiest laugh, his joy so contagious that the boys around him couldn’t help but smile. he leaned into your touch, his heart bursting with love and relief, and whispered, “this is the best truth or dare ever.”

“okay okay very sweet, really,” soonyoung said, “but I asked you, what's the biggest secret you've been keeping from us, you still didn't answer us!”

“what do you mean?” seokmin asked.

“it means we all knew you were in love with her, you dumbass! it was so obvious to everyone!” soongoing exclaimed, genuinely in shock that seokmin thinks he's slick. “come on, answer us and finish the game!” soonyoung whined.

seokmin’s laughter rang out again, filling the room with warmth. he looked around at his friends, still clinging to you like you were the only thing grounding him. “fine, fine,” he said, the last traces of his embarrassment melting away as he gazed back at you with stars in his eyes. “my biggest secret? it’s that i’m the luckiest guy in the world... because the person i've been in love with for the past 3 years just kissed me.”

your friends groaned and cheered in equal measure, and you couldn’t help but join in the laughter, your heart feeling lighter than ever.

[creeksandsocks]

Boyfriend!Eddie head canons pt 2!

A/N: thank you guys so much for the love on my previous post, here's some more! up next: I have 3 fics in the works! 

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Includes NSFW! 18+ MDNI

He does some really good impressions, like mickey mouse or the muppets

Lets you crack his knuckles

He tickles your sides at random times

Modern!Eddie who watches over your shoulder as you play sims 4 wicked whims “wait babe… put us into ‘backshots 3’… Nice.”

He loves when you hold his hand, but he feels like a gallant knight when you hold his upper arm

Always flirty, no matter how long you've been together

He's a real loverboy romantic type

He always makes sex intimate even if its real nasty and rough, when your lying at the edge of the bed, he'll hold your legs up and kiss your ankles, he'll hug your knees to his chest

When your at the pool, he’ll always mess around in the water with you- chicken fights, breath holding competitions, throwing things for each other to find, pretending to be mermaid and sailor 🙂‍↕️

He’ll untangle your headphones or necklaces for you

He thinks your still beautiful once you take your makeup off no matter what

modern!Eddie doing the wicked riff with you (you're both so bad)

Eddie would physically fight for you if he felt he had to

He compliments the flavor of your lip balm

He physically protects you, like would use himself as a body shield

When hes eating you out, hes in there. His mouth his pretty much cupping your entire pussy at times- there's no kitten licks then assuming you came, he enjoys doing it and gets hard from doing it [fic coming soon]

Would get glow in the dark condoms for fun

He will kiss you even if you have morning breath

he's obviously nice to people because he's a good guy but he's extremely soft with you, he lets his guard down fully and tells you things no one else knows.

[reaping-the-benefits]

why is the idea of medic being secretly married to price my fav concept for a fic ever??? so need more on this

Idk but I'm right there with you, anon. (Secret married to Ghost is delicious too, but that's a thought for another day.)

You know Price told the team about you. It's in the way that Soap and Gaz start listening to you, respond with "Yes, ma'am/sir" to everything you say. Ghost is the only that spills, telling you everything Price told them at the pub.

Your poor, poor husband has no idea the world of trouble he's in, currently in his office. But he can sense a sudden shift in the air, and lets out the most tired sigh when you come storming in.

"Johnathan."

"Love."

"I can't believe you told the team-" and really, once you've started, there's no stopping. You don't mind him telling the team about your union, but your sex life? What happens in your bed is strictly between the two of you. You're angry, a little embarrassed, and maybe feeling just a smidge bratty.

For what it's worth, Price lets you go on this tirade, watching with a mildly amused expression that only makes you more upset.

"Come here, love," he commands, patting his lap.

You hesitate for a moment, before doing as you're told, settling onto your husband's thighs, a frown almost permanently on your face. Hard to keep it up though, when a large hands slides down your back, settles on your hip, the heat of it seeping through your uniform.

"Didn't tell them anything besides the fact I'm keeping you happy. Those muppets don't need to know anything else," he says to you, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. He presses a kiss under the shell of your ear, soft and sweet. You can't help but giggle a little, trying to squirm away, when his beard tickles your skin.

Price tuts, pulling you closer to him, settling your weight over his own hips. "Little brat," he huffs, and that makes you laugh again.

[boozenboze]

Hello it me again ^^ i would like à smutty fic about dom price x sub M reader were like the reader have a collar and a leash and price use it as à choking "tool", and can you put praise kink, gentle degradation kink like *your a good little whore* type of things, sir/captain kink, and knife kink. If you dont feel comfortable with anything feel free to remove it (and dont forgot the color code and the consent it important <3) (the color code is in general "green=evrything is okay, orange=slow down and red= stop evrything. In casse you dont know) english isn't my first language so if you don't understand anything you can ask<33 have a Nice day/night

John Price x Male reader

Summary: Price bought a collar and leash and wanted to test it on his husband.

Warnings- Smut,gentle degrading, sir kink, praise, choking kink

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Remember the colors darling?” Price asked as he hovered over his husband that was fully naked. His eyes couldn’t peel off of is husband who blushing underneath him with the collar he had ordered off of Amazon.(They got everything)

“Aye aye Captain~” He responded as he felt the captains hand travel across his thigh. The collar on M/n’s neck was connected to a leash, and the male moaned when he felt the other man tug the leash. John chuckled as he flipped the male over, propping him on all fours. He had a good grip on the leash and tugged it which made M/n let out a chocked moan. Price ran his calloused hand across the males s/c skin before moving to his hole. He grabbed the small bottle of lubed and pored some onto the males hole, before guiding one of his fingers in.

“Ah~....-shit that hurts.” M/n moaned out in pain as Price moved his hand that was holding the leash and began to massage his scalp. M/n let out a noise of satisfaction as another finger was added to his tight hole. The pleasure finally seeped in as M/n began rock his hips back into Prices fingers.

“You like that eh, you want me to stuff this hole with my cock?” Price asked in a teasing tone as M/n whined, nodding his head. After a few more moments of preparation Price pushed himself inside the h/c haired male. M/n moaned out into the sheets, clenching on to them as he tried to adjust to his size.

“What color darling?” Price asked as M/n turned his head to look back at him.

“Green sir!Nngh~....can you move now, i’m r-AhH~.” M/n was cut off as Price began thrusting in and out of him. Price managed to hit his G-spot without fail, but stopped abruptly when he saw M/n slowly inching away from him. He gave the leash a firm tug which slightly enabled the males breathing. M/n whimpered under the pressure that was put around his neck.

“Don’t run from it muppet, you can take it.” Price spoke as he ran his free hand across the males ass. He pulled out his cock just enough so that he could see the males rim clasp onto his cock head.

“Well ain’t this a sight, just can’t get enough of me eh? Such a good little whore for me hm?” Price said in question as he tugged the leash a bit harder which made M/n moan. Without warning the blue eyed man thrusted back into him at a brutal pace that made the bed rock.

“Orange sir-Ngh~!” M/n whined as Prices pace slowed down drastically. Price admired the beauty beneath him that he found himself lucky enough to call his husband.

M/n’s moans and pleads were so loud that anybody could’ve heard them,though niether of them cares enough. The sound of skin slapping was the highlight in the room as Price pulled the male up by the shoulders.

“You wanna cum, hm? You want me to fill this tight hole with my cum?” Price spoke in a husky tone, the same tone he’d use if he himself was getting close.He nuzzled his face into the males neck, beard tickling the e/c haired males neck as he pleaded.

“Yes sir! Please fill me up.....augh~!” M/n moaned as Price thrusted into him one last time before they came together. M/n let put a string of moans as Price kissed his neck, occasionally sucking on it which was sure to keave hickeys. Price gave the leash in hand one more tug as M/n giggled in response which led to Price letting out a chuckle of his own. He gave the h/c haired males ass a firm squeeze before pulling out.

M/n fiddled with the collar around his neck as Price unlocked it with the small key he was given.

“We should do this again some time eh?” Price asked as he pulled off and tied up the condom he was wearing.

“Yeah we should, maybe I should make you wear this thing next time.” M/n said as Price gave him an amused glance.

“Very funny seargent.”

“Who said I was trying to be funny?”

[rosiesramblings]

My Mummy and My Simon

Fandom: Ted Lasso

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: Ok, I'm back with a fic, but fair warning it isn't a tickle fic. This has been rotting in my drafts for months and I just happened to be struck by the inspiration stick today. I hope you enjoy anyway!

“This is my Mummy and my Simon.”

It was how Jamie had introduced them for as long as he could remember. When he was a lad, he felt special when he said it - everybody and their Mummy had a Da, but Jamie was the only one with a Simon.

Jamie didn’t see them as often nowadays, with the distance between Richmond and Manchester, but he suspects that if he had anyone to introduce them to, that was still how he would do it.

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about it, to be honest, while he stared at today’s post on his kitchen island. His housekeeper usually brings it in when she arrives and leaves it for Jamie to sort through. It’s rarely anything special - who uses the post anymore? - just the usual notices from the town and sometimes one of those circulars with coupons from the Tesco. Jamie wasn’t really sure why he felt so sick when he looked at it that day, until his brain processes what his eyes have already seen - the neatly typed James Tartt, Jr. across the front of one of the bills.

Jamie hated his full name with a passion - forever a reminder of the man who haunts his nightmares, the man who Jamie himself could become if he’s not careful. Jamie grimaced and turned away, forcing back the memories of what had happened when James overheard him telling someone that he lived with his Mummy and his Simon.

Simon was an odd duck, to be sure, but then again so was Jamie. He was a large man, still taller than grown-up Jamie, but he never made Jamie feel small or unsafe. Jamie was pretty sure it was impossible for Simon to make anyone feel that way, with his soft pastel jumpers and his obsession with that baking show and his job at the library. When it took Jamie so much longer than the other kids to learn to read, Simon never said a word about it, just gifted Jamie CD’s that Simon had recorded of himself reading Jamie’s favorite books for Jamie’s eighth birthday. He was pretty sure Simon didn’t know that after Jamie got his first Premiere League cheque, he had paid someone to put the recordings on his new phone. Jamie still listened to Simon’s voice read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief when he came down with a cold.

Jamie fixed himself a post-training smoothie and sighed. Roy was bringing Phoebe over for Jamie to babysit since Roy had a coaches meeting and Ruth was busy saving lives at the hospital. Jamie idly washed out his blender, thinking of Simon and Mummy and how he really should give them a call soon. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Roy and Phoebe let themselves in before they were in his kitchen and Roy said, “Why the fuck do you get that wanker’s post sent to your house?”

Jamie whirled around, hand on his racing heart, before he processed what Roy was saying. “What?”

“Hi Jamie!” Phoebe waved cheerfully before going right over to the coffee table where he had gotten out the coloring books he kept specifically for Phoebe Days.

“Why is your arse of a father getting his post here?” Roy restated, gesturing to the pile of mail on the counter. “Thought you said you didn’t talk to him anymore?”

“I don’t,” Jamie said, confused. “That’s my post.”

Roy did a double take. “You’re named after that piece of shit?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you change it?”

“I did change it.” Jamie said. “Don’t go by James, now, do I?”

“I meant legally,” Roy explained. “So you don’t have to be fucking James Tartt Jr. in the fucking public record.”

“You can do that?” Jamie asked, incredulous, just as Phoebe called, “That’s five pounds so far, Uncle Roy!”

“Put it on my tab,” Roy called back. “And yeah, you can do that, you muppet. Costs like fifty pounds and might take a couple of weeks for the paperwork to come back, but you can do it. I still badger Ruth sometimes to change her name back to Kent, but she doesn’t want the fucking publicity.”

“Huh,” Jamie said, a whole new world of possibilities opening up before him. Roy kissed Phoebe goodbye and left for his meeting, and Jamie and Phoebe spent the afternoon coloring and playing kickabout in the yard.

***

A few days later, Jamie found himself on some government website, since you can do everything on the internet these days. He carefully typed Jamie into the form where it asked for what he wanted his new first name to be, cause it would be super embarrassing to have a typo and then have to do the whole thing all over again. The next box asked if he wanted to change his middle name, and Jamie paused. He hadn’t thought about that.

Jamie thought of James. He thought of Mummy, and he thought of Simon, and found he didn’t really need to think about it at all.

***

Simon’s birthday rolled along, and Jamie made the usual arrangements to donate to the library in Simon’s name. He’d done it every year since he could scrounge up the money, mowing lawns of council estates after Under-10’s training and looking after neighborhood kids until he had enough for a ten or fifteen pound donation. It never failed to bring a tear or two to Simon’s eyes, even now that Jamie had more money than he knew what to do with and made monthly donations to Simon’s library anyway, not that Simon knew that.

Jamie packed a bag to go and visit Manchester for Simon’s birthday, and as he printed his receipt showing the library donation to give to Simon, his eyes lingered on the email he’d received from the Royal Courts of Justice, notifying him that his change of name had been processed successfully. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jamie printed that off too, carefully folded it up with the donation receipt, and placed it in a small gift bag patterned with cheerful yellow ducks. It was made for kids, but Jamie knew Simon would appreciate it.

The drive to Manchester wasn’t too long, especially once Jamie put on Simon’s narration of the second Percy Jackson book. He’d made it through a good fifteen chapters by the time he was pulling his flashy car into the old familiar row of council estates.

Georgie shrieked, as she always did, when she flung open the door to her ‘sexy little baby!’ and Jamie picked her up and swung her around. 

Simon’s familiar, “Oh, there they go!” sang in Jamie’s ears as he put Mummy down and turned to wish Simon a happy birthday. 

The three of them migrated to the kitchen, Simon having made an impressive array of Jamie-friendly desserts. Georgie and Jamie sang an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday, and Simon pretended to conduct them with his candy thermometer. Soon enough, Jamie was pushing his be-ducked gift bag onto the table in front of Simon.

“Now, what could this be?” Simon grinned as he snagged the donation receipt from among the tissue paper. He unfolded it and, to no one’s surprise, unsuccessfully blinked back tears. “Oh, Duckie, thank you so much!” he said, and launched into an explanation of the new kids learn-to-read program that the donation would fund for the next year.

Not expecting anything else, Simon placed the receipt back in the bag and reached for Georgie’s gift. “Actually, there’s one more thing in there,” Jamie said sheepishly.

“More!” Simon mouthed amazedly to himself as he went back to the yellow bag. Jamie watched with anticipation as Simon drew out the email and carefully unfolded it, squinting his eyes a bit as he began to read.

Jamie watched as a dumbfounded look came over his stepfather, and he opened his mouth to start to say he could always change it back, but before he could Simon looked up at Jamie and burst into tears. Georgie startled, and Jamie leapt up in alarm, not sure whether to run away or try and comfort him. Simon made the decision for him when he stood and threw his arms around Jamie, still sobbing noisily.

Jamie, bewildered, gingerly patted Simon on the back, before swallowing and asking, “It’s alright then?”

Simon just sobbed louder, clumsily running his fingers through Jamie’s hair as Georgie muttered, “What on earth?” and snatched the paper from her husband’s hand. Before long, she too was sobbing, though still quite a bit more composedly than Simon. There, clearly written on the page, were the words: Official Change of Name - Jamie Simon Tartt.

Eventually everyone calmed down enough for Simon to say that it was more than alright, that he loved Jamie so much, that he was so honored by Jamie’s choice, and that was enough to get Jamie and Georgie with the waterworks again, Simon himself following not long after. 

They sat on the sofa for the rest of the evening, watching old reruns of Simon’s baking show and eating too many of Simon’s desserts. Jamie sat between his Mummy and his Simon, who wouldn’t let go of his boy for anything, relishing in the evening spent with his family.

[tillthelandslide]

Same For You (10): Dylan

Series Masterlist

(9) Our Secret

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

Chapter warnings: smut, mentions of drugs, overdose and bipolar disorder. MINORS DNI. heads up its quite long...

a/n: AHHHHH, this might be one of my favourite chapters so far, i really hope you enjoy this one :) its a bit of a rollercoaster so bare with it... Love you all for your endless love and support, you really do not know how much this all means to me, i was at a point where i felt like giving up on writing but you guys give me a reason to carry on so thank you <3, special thank you goes to out to those on my taglist, you guys are always the first to love and support me in everything i do so thank you.

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The food simmers in the pan, sizzling and frying slowly. She loosely holds the spatula, lazily moving the food around so it cooks evenly. Her kitchen smells like breakfast and freshly ground coffee. She's clad in a shirt that isn't hers, it's buttoned up but barely, leaving large expanses of her thighs and chest revealed. She hears sock covered feet move across the tiles behind her but she doesn't turn. Soon he's behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her against him. His face tucks into her neck, curls tickling her neck as he breathes her in before his lips are there. Pressing against the skin with lips, teeth and tongue. She sighs, a heavenly sigh, and her eyes flutter shut.

He hums behind her, a deep resonating sound, his voice not quite sounding like the usual Matty. It's deep, too deep and it has her thighs clenching. It doesn't go unnoticed by the man, he chuckles and murmurs a "later" into her ear before taking it in-between his mouth. Later couldn't wait, not when it was them, they both knew that, the word was muttered without reason, the curly haired man knew that. Knew that 'later' didn't mean later, later meant as soon as she'd let him. She's moaning then, unknowingly pressing back against him causing him to grunt.

"Smells delicious love" she hears him say, but she doesn't listen, her hand finds the nob, turning off the heat completely but not turning around just yet. She pushes back as he pushes forward, his hand slips beneath the fabric of her (Ross' shirt), finding her waist and claiming it as his own.

"Look at you two" they hear behind them, they turn in tandem, the larger man sitting at her kitchen table, eyes blown out, hair loose from its usual confines of a bun.

"It's" his eyes flick to his watch "9 in the morning and you're already wanting to fuck" his words have her nodding and stepping forward but Matty stops her with the hand that's on her waist.

Ross flicks his head towards himself and not a second later Matty is turning her body to his, pulling her up and around his waist and carrying her to the kitchen island. Her bottom finds the cold marble and she gasps. Ross is standing now, moving around the island until he's towering over her, Matty in between her thighs, pushing forward until his core meets hers. She gasps, an ethereal sound that has both the men's eyes dilating.

"Such pretty noises" Ross' hand finds her chin, turning her towards him, thumb slowly making it's way in-between her lips. She sucks the pad and he grunts, Matty thrusts forward, clothed core grinding against hers and she loses it. Her head lulls backwards, and Ross takes the opportunity to press his lips to her neck, finding the place Matty had kissed earlier and sucking it, biting it until a purple mark formed.

"Ross" she moans, despite it being Matty grinding into her, rubbing against her clit so perfectly she starts to see stars. Her hand finds Ross' neck, manoeuvring him until he's out of her neck and looking down at her again.

"Kiss me" he doesn't need to be told twice, his lips meet hers eagerly, urgently moving against each other, his tugging against her bottom lip until she moans into his mouth, he shuts her up with his tongue, finding hers like they were magnets. Matty continues to rut against her and when she moans a high pitched moan Ross' hand finds his friends shoulder, pushing against it until they're separate. She moans in protest and he removes his mouth from hers when she does, tutting her, hand finding her chin.

"Tell me how good it felt" he says, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip "tell me how good he made you feel" it's mean, he knows that, but he doesn't care, not when she sits there, legs moving further apart as if preparing to accommodate his larger frame instead of Matty's. Not when she sits there, mouth practically hanging open, glistening with their joint saliva, eyes blown wide and dark too, like two bottomless pits. If either men were to look any longer, they knew they'd cave.

"Come on love, be a good girl and answer him" its Matty speaking now and her eyes fall to his. She had almost forgot about him, almost. Her eyes fall to his crotch, where he's painfully strained against his boxers, precum and maybe some of her wetness coating the fabric.

"jesus" she murmurs, his fingertips caress her cheek, a complete contradiction to the vice like grip Ross has on her chin.

"So good... you made me feel so good Matty"

"good girl" Ross. He turns her, pinning his lips to hers once more, in a brief kiss, but its a firm one.

"Matty move" Ross commands and the smaller man does, moving to the side of her and letting Ross take his place. She almost cums as he drops to his knees, the sight a new found favourite of hers. His eyes glisten when he looks up at her. She leans forward, hand sliding down to grasp his chin now. She's unwavering in her avid stare, even when she feels curls caress her skin, lips finding the spot on her neck next to Ross' mark. Matty sucks, drawing blood to the surface, attempting to out-do his friend, she moans but she doesn't flinch.

"You're so pretty on your knees for me" she says, Ross almost growls, for a moment she thinks she's offended him, perhaps the world "pretty" was too feminine for him, Matty had always described Ross as the "most inherently masculine" so maybe he doesn't like the way it almost degrades him.

But then his large hands are finding the edges of her underwear, tearing them down her legs until they pool at her ankles. He gives her no time to prepare, simply diving in and devouring her. Matty moves from her neck, wanting to watch the scene unfolding before him. Her neck feels sore from his attack, but she knows the marks will be there for weeks, reminding her of him. Ross' tongue presses against her folds, but with the way his face is buried between her thighs, his nose presses against her clit, his beard grazing flesh every time he moved. It was insane, she had never known pleasure like this before him, before them.

"Taste like honey" the noise he makes has her gasping, something akin to a starved man eating his favourite meal for the first time in months. His tongue moves languidly, lapping up all her juices. His tongue moves, pressing against her tight hole, it slips in, curving upwards until the tip rubs against her g-spot. He moans, a long drawn out noise that has her eyes flying down to him before looking at Matty, as if to make sure this was real. Her eyes don't leave the curly haired man now, reminded that he was here, and aching and god did she need him too.

"She's right Ross... you do look pretty on your knees" Matty says, his eyes only leave the man when she moans his name. Ross pulls away from her for a split second, not that she sees, but Matty sees the way he smirks, clearly liking the way they had both called him "pretty". Ross' eyes hover between them then, waiting to see what happened next. Would she pull him towards her? Kiss him like he was kissing in-between her thighs? Would he be able to draw the same pretty noises from her that he did?

One particular stroke of Ross' tongue has her eyes moving back to him, he smirks proudly at her. So he could draw her attention away from Matty... if he wanted. His beard is coated in her, the image one she knew she'd file away for future use, when she was without him and without them.

"Fuck you're good at this" she says, head thrown back, hands slamming down against the counter as her back arches. Both men look at each other then, Matty mouthing a "fucking hell" to Ross who nods. She looked so good like that, back arched and core pressed firmly into Ross' face.

"Do something Matthew" Ross says into her cunt, the vibrations causing her to shake under him, slipping from him momentarily, his hands stretch up to find her hips, pinning one down.

Matty's hands find the shirt she's wearing, tugging against it, the buttons flying across the room.

"You owe me a new shirt" Ross says to Matty, who simply chuckles as his mouth finds her pebbled nipple. She moans but its not enough. Matty pulls back, eyes snapping to Ross', he thinks for a moment, and as if Ross knows what he's thinking, he nods, moving to the left to make room for his friend. Her eyes fly open and down at them, one beautiful man on his knees for her was heaven, but two? It sent her mind into a frenzy.

Matty's fingers quickly join Ross' tongue, starting at her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles against the sensitive bud. Her hands fly to Ross' hair, tugging the strands, it has him moaning into her and it's almost too much, almost.

"Matty... I need more" he listens, fingers moving south, two slender fingers push in, immediately curving upwards and finding that spot. He sets an agonising pace, thrusting in all the way to his knuckle before pulling out to the hilt, pushing back in and then curving. It quickly has her seeing stars. She can't decide who's name to moan and soon the noises are incoherent, simple mumbles of "fuck" and "oh god" and "right there". Its like they're competing, a stroke of Ross' tongue accompanied by a harsh thrust of Matty's fingers, each one trying to draw better noises from her, trying to bring her more intense pleasure.

Ross' tongue flattens, covering the expanse of her cunt, the tip resting against her hole, stuffed to the brim with Matty's fingers. His eyes find hers through his eyelashes, orbs the darkest she's ever seen them, and he smirks before shaking his head. Tongue covering the whole of her sopping cunt, saliva rests against his lips and her juices coat his tongue. He hums again, that sound of enjoyment that has her screaming out.

"Fuck" she screams.

"Fuck Ross" she moans, he closes his mouth around her clit, sucking and pushing against the nerves, making wave after wave of euphoria and white hot pleasure coarse through her veins. Matty's fingers curve again and she nearly loses it, core convulsing against around his fingers. His eyes find Ross' who simply nods.

"Cum for us love" Ross demands, his eyes find hers and he knows she's close, but not quite. His hand wraps around Matty's wrist, Matty lets him, allows him to set a better pace, a faster and harsher one that has her spasming. She's unsure whether its because they were finally working together but she comes undone. Knowing there would never be anything hotter than that.

"Ross fuck... oh Matty" she moans. Her back arches, thighs closing around Ross' head as he sucks at her clit, Matty holds his fingers deep inside her, caressing that spot over and over until she's shaking. A mind numbing, body shaking, earth shattering orgasm completely destroying her.

"Good girl" Matty. "Our good girl" Ross. They both pull away, Matty's fingers slipping from her with a wince. Both men look at each other, Matty's fingertips find his chin, thumb running along Ross' lips, collecting her juices. Ross takes the curly haired mans thumb into his mouth before he can taste it for himself. Matty growls, forcing his lips to the man to get a taste of her. She watches with wide eyes, as their tongues meet and both men moan. They push against each other, trying to determine who's in control, one of Matty's hands hooks around the back of Ross' head, landing on the nape of his neck, before hovering upwards, pushing into his hair, the other lands under his chin in a fist, one finger drifting upwards, smoothing over his cheek just like Ross did with her.

She tosses and turns, her body hot and slick with sweat. Her eyes snap open, palms pushing against her bed, she sits upright, eyes flicking around the room. One hand pushes her hair away from her face, held against her forehead.

"what the actual fuck"

She somehow had to endure a whole day in the studio, with the both of them.

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Being in the studio with the two men is torture that day, it doesn't help that when she gets there she is fully expecting to be greeted by a grounding hug from George, one in which removes the plagued thoughts of her brain. But, when she arrived she was greeted by none other by the bassist and lead singer, actively avoiding their gazes. When they informed her that George was feeling a little under the weather and wouldn't be making it to today's session she tried to come up with an appropriate excuse as to why she needed to leave, but ultimately couldn't.

She had to endure it for the sake of the music. That's what she reminded herself.

She was thankful when her own bandmates showed up, it gave her someone else to talk to, other people to distract her from looking at them and thinking about her dream.

There's only so much she can do to avoid either of them though. For example, she had just been called over by Clara, who wanted to run a bassline her and Ross had come up by her.

They were working on a song her and Abbie had written together. They had wanted it to be a song that resonates, full deep baselines and hardy guitars and loud drum beats.

Ross begins showing her the bassline he had come up with, but she was too focused on his mouth. That same mouth that did devilish things to her in her dream. She shakes her head when she hears him hum.

"Like it?" he asks and she nods, eyes flicking to Clara who raises her eyebrows, expecting a verbal answer. Her words come out shaky as she says "yeah its good" they both notice the clear wobble.

"You okay love?" Ross asks, standing, towering over her, it makes her dizzy, so she stumbles. He catches her with a hand on her waist.

"Steady love" he says, followed by a deep chuckle. He hasn't been this close (in real life anyway) since they shared the kiss. His dark eyes find hers and it makes her smile, for a second she forgets about the dream, she forgets about everyone else in the room, including her friend who is standing near them worried she's not well. She's solely focused on Ross and the way his lips have curved up at the edges, clear lines and indents on his cheeks showing.

"Maybe you've caught what George has" she hears from behind them, drawing her attention away from Ross (finally). She stands up straighter then, steadier.

"No... I'm fine" she says and Ross lets her go. She's pulled in another direction then, nearly giving her whiplash. An excited Matty pulls her towards the screen showing the tracks, he gestures Ross over too. She sits on a chair next to Matty, feeling Ross' hands resting against the back of her chair, grazing her hair. She swears he does it on purpose, slipping his hands forward until some strands get caught.

Matty begins playing the track, showing the pair a guitar riff he had worked on, in part of it he messes up and it makes the man behind her laugh, pushing his friend slightly.

"Thought this was your job mate" he jokes, Matty nudges him back, explaining that it was a rough draft and that Abbie would of course re-do it. She cant help but look between them, a huge smile on her face as she watches them interact. One of Ross' hands is resting behind her, whilst the other is resting on Matty's shoulder, it's sweet, she likes that he has them both in his grasp. She thinks its the first time in the whole time they've known them, that they've actually acted like mates.

"Sounds good mate, works well with the bassline we came up with" Ross says and the two guys share a smile, Matty nods happily.

"What do you think Y/n/n?" he asks and she smiles. She thinks back to her dream, just for a second, the way they ripped into each other so easily reminded her of their competitive side in her dream, but ultimately it was obvious, both in her dream and in real life, Ross and Matty would do anything for her, and if that meant if they had to work together, they'd do it happily.

"Love it" she confirms with a smile.

She pushes her dream into the back of her mind, willing away any thoughts about it, saving it for the times when she was alone. It makes the next 10 days of working in the studio with them a lot easier (the only thing that was hard was hiding her burning desire for Ross).

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He was in her house, like actually in her house, in her bedroom nonetheless. She had snuck him in through the back, promising to show him the home studio another time. She didn't want people knowing anything, especially not her band, she knew they'd be less than happy about the whole ordeal.

Although nothing had happened since they shared the kiss back at her show. Despite both of them wanting to, the circumstances hadn't allowed for it. It had been a painful week and a half of many studio sessions where longing touches and yearning looks were shared. They had spent nearly every day with each other, 10 more days of knowing each other, and wanting each other even more. She told the guys she had signed to the label officially now and Jamie had thrown her band into as many studio sessions as they could fit. It didn't leave much time for anything else, even the late night calls from Matty had depleted a little. She wasn't too sad about it though, because she spent practically every waking hour with the boys for the last 10 days, even Adam had visited the studio a few times.

But now he was here, looking around her room, smiling at how 'her' it was. She had polaroid's hung across the ceiling attached to fairy lights. He spotted the light blue guitar she had mentioned previously, sitting in the corner of the room. He spotted a vinyl box which sat with the lid pulled up and he couldn't stop himself from flicking through the large stack, noticing how she had every single one of their vinyl's, sitting right at the front.

He heard her door opening quietly and he turns to her, watching as she places a bottle of wine and two glasses down. He hadn't taken in her appearance when he first arrived, but he's almost stunned by how beautiful she looks. Her hair is up in a ponytail, revealing her neck which adorns a simple gold necklace with her initial attached, she's not wearing makeup and Ross notices the freckles that coat her cheeks. He feels honoured to see her like this, wondering how many people were lucky to have seen her like this before him.

"Okay so... Clara might know you're here..." She says and his mouth opens.

"Managed to convince her that we're just friends" She says and Ross nods, smiling at how she had to convince her that they were just friends, because that meant they definitely weren't 'just friends'.

"Sorry... She caught me bringing up two glasses and I couldn't make an excuse up fast enough" she says and he steps towards her, hands finding her hips.

"It's okay" he says, placing a gentle kiss to her mouth, taking her by surprise, noticing the way her mouth had fallen open and her breathing has gotten heavy after the brief kiss.

"Sorry" she apologises again, knowing he noticed the change in her behaviour "I'm just not used to this" she says gesturing between them.

"Sorry" he's apologising now "is this still okay?" He asks, thinking she had doubts.

"Of course! It's not that, it's just a bit mental to me" she says " like you're holding my hips right now. You. Ross MacDonald" she says and he chuckles.

"I am' he says, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her cheek, lowering them further until they're grazing her neck.

"And now you're kissing my neck" she says, eyebrows raising before her eyes are fluttering closed, hand finding the back of his head, holding him to her neck, not wanting him to leave just yet.

"I am" he repeats, making her gasp when he nips at the skin, soothing the skin with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tell me why that's so mad" he murmurs into her neck, lips moving to a new spot, knowing he's found a good one when her breath hitches upon his mouth sucking the skin. He likes the way it makes her weave her hand into his bun, tugging against the restraints of his hair band.

"You were always my favourite" she confesses through a sigh. His head snaps back then, halting his attack on her neck (much to her dismay), eyes finding hers, his mouth agape in disbelief.

"No way..." He says, shaking his head "that's impossible"

"What can I say? Always had a thing for bassists" she says making him chuckle.

"Jesus Christ" he says, mouth still wide open, eyes wandering across her face.

"Need a minute?" She jokes and he laughs again, taking a step back from her.

"Maybe a couple" he admits and she nods. The truth is, she did too, he was intoxicating, addictive and although it was heavenly, she knew she would easily be overwhelmed. He gave her whiplash, he made her head spin, made her heart thump rapidly in her chest and made her blood pump faster around her body.

He returns to her records, flicking through them again.

"You can play one if you like" she says, pouring two glasses of wine, going over to hand him one. "Just not one of yours" she says when he sees his hands gripping one of their records.

"This is signed..." He says, not quite knowing what to make of it, had they met her before? Had she attended a signing? Surely he would've remembered her?

His head flicks towards her and she takes in the shocked look on his face and immediately steps forward, gentle hand closing around his wrist, lifting the record slightly.

"It is" she says, smiling.

"Y/n... Have we met before?" He asks and she shakes her head. The breathe he's holding in leaves him and his shoulders relax slightly.

"Was going to say... I never would've forgotten you, that's impossible" he says and his words have her shocked for a second, she blushes deeply.

"How did you get this then?" He asks, eyes never once wavering from hers, needing an answer to slow is rapid heart.

"My brother, Dylan, he went to a signing in Australia and got it for me" she explains and Ross raises his eyebrows.

"So we've met your brother?" Ross asks and she nods.

"What was he doing in Australia? Thought your family lived here all your life" he asks.

"My brother lived in Australia for a bit with his girlfriend" she says, pressing down on the vinyl until she can't see it anymore.

"Where does he live now?" Ross says, continuing to flick through the other vinyl's. She hesitates for a second, eyes wandering over his face. He awaits her answer in silence and she frowns before she speaks.

"Ross my brother died of an overdose 6 years ago" she says. The room is so silent then, so silent that she can almost hear the ringing in her ears. He steps towards her before taking a step back, unsure what to do.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry, I had no idea" he says, finally stepping forward fully until he's hugging her tightly.

"It's okay... Seriously it's fine" her hands smooth up and down his back, it's a weird gesture, her soothing him, but she needed to reassure him she was fine. He pulls back to look at her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, thumb caressing her cheek softly.

"I don't like to bring it up straight away... Because people then think I'm sad... And I'm not sad. 5 years isn't that long but, Dylan was a beautiful person, an amazing person, he was my best friend. But he was troubled, and as sad as it is... He found peace. Of course I'd rather him be here... But I've had to make my peace with it. I'd much rather remember him as the person he was, the good person, I'd rather talk about that then talk about the fact he died" she explains, hoping he'd understand.

"I get that... I'm still sorry though y/n" he says, he feels bad that he's known her over a month now, and he had no idea she had been through this.

"It's okay, I'm okay" she says, smiling up at him and he believes her.

"Does... Does Matty know?" He asks and she shakes his head.

"I'll tell him eventually... I just didn't want to bring it up just yet..." she explains and Ross nods.

"He'll understand, think he'd appreciate you telling him .. but no pressure, take your time. I'm just glad you told me" he says, pulling her into another hug, lips pressed against her head.

"Thank you Ross"

"Always" his lips press against her head once more before he pulls back. He walks back over to her records, taking her "Rumours" vinyl by Fleetwood Mac and placing it on the turntable, gently picking up the stylus and lowering it onto the first groove.

He walks back over to her, taking her hands in his, bringing one up to his mouth, lips grazing the knuckles as she smiles fondly up at him.

She leads him over to the bed, the two of them sitting down, she tells him to make himself at home and he begins shuffling about the bed, adjusting himself so he's laying down, legs dangling off the edge with the height of him, which makes her laugh loudly. She sits with her legs crossed, hands draped against her crossed legs. Ross places one hand under his head, arm bent, elbow placed against two cushions. His other arm falls against the bed in front of him, reaching out to find one of her hands. She's placed near his chest and he has to look up at her for once.

"Good choice" she gestures to the record with a flick of her head and Ross smiles up at her, not speaking for a moment to take in the music.

"Your favourite band right?" He asks and she smirks, muttering a "second" with a raise of her eyebrows and a twitch of her lip.

"Noted" he jokes, squeezing her hand in his. His mind can't help but circuit back to the topic of her brother and he hesitates asking her about it. But again she can tell by the way his smile has disappeared and his eyebrows twitch and furrow, forehead creasing, cute little lines appearing against the skin, that something is up.

"You know I can tell when you want to ask me something right?" Her eyebrows twitch upwards and her lips press against one another, forming a tight line. He raises his eyebrows back and her, almost asking "how so?"

"You furrow your eyebrows, looking all worried, and you get these little lines right there" her thumbs finds his forehead, running horizontally across it, before moving downwards, bopping his nose in an attempt to make him laugh. It successfully draws a chuckle out of him and she smiles, hand moving downwards to close around their joint ones.

"Very cute" he rolls his eyes at that.

"You can just ask me... I don't mind, whatever it is, I want to tell you" the sentiment makes his heart flutter, she wanted him to know. He liked that.

"Will you tell me about your brother? What was he like?" Ross leans forward slightly, adjusting his elbow on the cushions, moving closer to her.

"He was amazing... Taught me everything I know in terms of music... He taught himself and then taught me" she smiles at the memories that flash through her brain.

"He used to get so frustrated when I couldn't get things right... But then when I did, he would be so happy for me, and proud too" Ross smiles.

"Honestly everything good in my life I got because of him... I wouldn't have met the band if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have formed it, heck I wouldn't have even been good enough to BE in a band if it wasn't for him" she explains, and Ross listens intently.

"That's not true, bet you would've found a way' Ross says and it causes her to blush deeply. His hand let's go of hers and he thumbs at her cheek, feeling the warmth under his touch.

"I like seeing you blush... It's cute" he admits and it knocks the wind out of her.

"Good... Because I seem to blush a lot around you" she admits and he feels his ego being stroked at that. He doesn't admit that he likes the fact he has that effect on her, he doesn't need to, it's clear in the way he smirks.

"Don't do that" she says, pushing her hands against his chest lightly.

"Do what?" He asks, still smirking up at her.

"Do that" she gestures to his lips and the smirk that rests against them "don't smirk like that at me whilst looking at me like that" his eyes are boring into hers, glistening under the light, looking at her as if she held the universe in her palm, like she created the ground he walked on.

"I'm not doing anything love" he says and she blushes deeper now, shielding her eyes from him to save herself further embarrassment.

"Don't" he says, pushing himself up off his sides both hands grabbing hers and pulling them away from her face. His eyes take in her flushed complexion and she feels herself crumbling further under his avid stare.

"You're so beautiful" his words are hushed, as if he only wanted her to hear them, not that anyone else was present. She leans forward to capture his lips in hers in a gentle kiss, a thank you.

His hand quickly cradles her face, thumb drifting along her cheekbone. It's the first proper kiss they've shared since the first one. It's full of desperation and wanting.

His lips move attentively against her own, clouding her mind with all things Ross. She couldn't get enough of him, loving the way his mouth moved against hers, commanding her lips and making them willingly move against his own.

With a tilt of his head he's closer now, the kiss is deeper and with one languid swipe of his tongue he's pressing against her own, tasting the wine on her tongue and humming.

Again there was that distinctive taste of her that was present through the wine, something sweet and something addicting.

"I'm never going to get enough of you" he pulls back slightly, speaking the words against her lips, pecking her once, twice before pulling back.

"As much as I'd love to keep doing that, that's not all I want... I want to know you, all of you" the way her heart pounds in her chest as he speaks makes her dizzy and she has to exhale quickly before inhaling deeply, her lips forming his name. God he loves the way she says his name.

His ears prick up at the song that's currently playing , the last track of side A, songbird.

He's standing quickly then, making her frown up at him, he walks around to her side of the bed, tugging her upwards, leading her to the centre of her room. His hands wrap around her waist, tugging her closer to him, one hand leaving her waist and grasping her hand, leading it up to his shoulders.

She drapes both of her hands over his shoulders then, allowing him to pull her closer, he leans his forehead against hers and begins moving them back and forth. They simply sway along to the song, but the whole scene is sickeningly sweet and she can't help but love it. She hated dancing, but with him, it was her favourite thing.

She moves her forehead away from his, turning her head and placing her cheek against his chest. One of his hands drifts up her back to the back of her neck, his own face tilting and leaning down to place a soft kiss to her cheek.

"This is nice" her words are muffled against his chest and he hums in agreement.

"Very cute" he laughs at that and she pulls back to look at him.

"Am I wooing you?" He jokes and she laughs, throwing her head back a little, he tilts them, his movements added by hers, until she's leaning back a little bit and he's towering above her, holding them in that position.

"Maybe...." All other words escape her so she simply looks up at him, hand grasping his face, thumb grazing the hair on his top lip, caressing the skin of his lip before smoothing under his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" The fact he asks now somehow adds to the romance of the situation and she nods, hearing the click of the stylus, the first side of the vinyl coming to and end.

He leans forward until his lips are grazing hers, she closes the gap, he tilts them back so they're standing straight and he sighs as she tugs the fabric around his chest. It sits scrunched up in her small fists, she stands on her tip toes to reach him properly and one hand hooks under her bottom to aid her. The act makes her gasp and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against hers.

She sighs, she feels ethereal when she kisses him, she feels home.

They eventually return to her bed, and when she shivers he offers her the jumper he's wearing, she accepts even though she could retrieve one from her wardrobe. He wanted to see her in his clothes and she wanted to wear them. It smelled like him and held his warmth. He pulls her to his chest and the pair lie down. His hand smooths up and down her back as one of hers draws patterns on his clothed chest and stomach.

It felt right. So right.

"Does it bother you that I'm younger than you?" she asks at one point, he hooks two fingers under her chin and raises her to look at him. He hadn't really thought about it to be honest. It wasn't obvious when they were together, something that went unnoticed and completely forgotten. He shakes his head.

"Hadn't really thought about it... its not something I really think of. Why, do you care?" he asks and she too shakes her head.

"I don't think about it when I'm with you..." she confirms and Ross nods.

"What made you think of it now?" he asks and she frowns.

"Just thought of something Jay said when we went for coffee... said something about me being too young for you" she says and Ross shakes his head again.

"Honestly love... I don't care if you don't care" he says and it makes her smile. That her feelings impacted his. Age was always a complicated thing, but the truth was, she had been through things that most people her age didn't have to deal with, she had always been surrounded by elder people and she fit in with them much more than people her own age. It bothered her that people cared so much about it, but she didn't care. Not when she was with him.

"I don't care"

"Good" he leans forward and kisses her again. She can't help but place her hands on either side of him, pushing herself up to reach his lips easier. He grasps her waist in his hand, tugging her forward more as he runs his tongue over her bottom lip. He grunts and she moans.

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His phone buzzed on his bedside table, vibrating against the wood, echoing around the quiet room until he finally stirs from his sleep. His eyes crack open just a tiny bit as he rolled onto his side, grabbing his phone off the table. He doesn't need to read the name, having set her ringtone as "Crystal" by Fleetwood Mac, but he still raises it to his face, reading the name "Y/N/N", eyes flicking to the time displayed on his phone, reading 2:46AM. He quickly answers, his voice croaky as he says her name.

"Hey Matty..." Her voice sounds weak and quiet, distant. He's wide awake when he hears her tone, something was up.

"Love is everything okay?" They did this, called late at night / early in the morning, but it was usually him that woke her up and the sound of her voice, weak and unsure, was not normal.

"I... I couldn't get to sleep, I need to talk to you... To tell you something" he's nodding even though she can't see him and he feels his heart sink when he hears her sigh.

"I can come over? Or we could go for a walk?" He suggests and she hums in agreement.

"Could you... Could you come here?" She asks, she feels her hands shaking and she stuffs the unoccupied one in her pocket, trying to stop the movement. She was okay with had happened all those years ago, she had come to terms with it, but the thought of telling Matty and upsetting him and her feeling sick.

"Of course, I won't be long okay?" he updates her often, letting her know how far away he was, attempting to ease her, even though he didn't know what was wrong yet.

He's sat in her home studio not 20 minutes later, she's wrapped up in a hoodie and a pair of joggers, comfy socks resting on her feet and she unconsciously rubs them together. He's been here for almost 10 minutes, she made him a cup of tea and showed him around the studio, she even played him a track she had been working on. Everything she did was lacklustre though, as if she didn't really want to be doing it.

Eventually he forced her to sit on the sofa with him, and pulled her closer to him, she was now resting her head against his chest as his hand soothed down her back.

"You can tell me anything..." He admits, staring down at her and she finally looks up at him. Her eyes are like glass and he's worried if he looks too long they'd break.

"I know.... But I'm scared to tell you this" she admits and he frowns, fingertips soothing over her cheek, the skin is warm and soft under his touch, he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but she needed him right now, and that was more important than the angel on his shoulder currently reprimanding him.

"It's... Sensitive" she looks up at him, bottom lip quivering, his eyes flick down to it, he's worried she might cry so he attempts to ease the tension.

"Okay... I'm a big boy, I can take it" he jokes and she sighs. For a moment he wonders if this is about Ross, but he shakes that from his mind.

"I need to tell you about Dylan... My brother" she starts and Matty nods, she takes his hand in his and squeezes "at any point... If you want me to stop, just tell me okay?" She asks and he nods, although confused.

"My brother... He died 6 years ago" all air that existed in Matty's body before those words seems to leave and he feels sad for a moment. He leans forward but before he can speak she stops him.

"Wait there's more... He, he died of an overdose" she speaks and Matty immediately understands why she was scared to tell him. They had spoken about practically everything in the short time they had known each other, but his addiction was something pretty much untouched. And clearly so was the topic of her brother. He wondered why she always stopped talking about him, something always felt wrong, like something was hidden. Now he knows.

He hears her voice hitch and tears spring to her eyes "Hey it's okay love" he says, pulling her into another hug.

"I'm sorry" she offers and he has to pull back to see what she's talking about.

"Why are you apologising?" he shakes his head and smears her into his chest, hugging her tightly, perhaps the tightest she's ever been hugged. As if he's reminded he might break her, his grip loosens as she begins to speak. He pulls back after pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he doesn't let her go too far, holding her hand firmly.

"I needed to tell you, but I'm sorry if this... Triggers you, or if I'm overstepping, I know we haven't talked about this yet... And you might not even want to and that's fine" he shakes his head and squeezes her hand.

"No, it's okay. Look I can't say it's easy, I still have to fight it everyday... But I appreciate you telling me this, I wouldn't have wanted you to have kept it from me, we can talk about it as much or as little as you'd like. I want to be there for you and I want to hear about it" he offers her a small smile and she smiles a small, sad one back.

"Are you sure?" He nods.

"Tell me about it..."

So she does, she explains that Dylan struggled with demons she couldn't even fathom when she was growing up, she was always a happy and cheerful kid, but he was far from that. He truly didn't have much reason to feel the way he did, it was always something that truly no one could explain unless they had been through it. She explained that he was diagnosed with dipolar disorder when he was 15 and doctors shoved drugs his way as soon as they found out.

She explained that eventually the prescribed drugs didn't cut it for him anymore and he began meddling in things he knew he shouldn't have, he started hanging around people who encouraged that behaviour.

"Despite all of it... He was still my best friend... At first I was blissfully unaware he was using... but then he'd turn up to family events with huge bags under his eyes and he looked... like a mess" Matty nods and squeezes her hand when he feels she's needs it.

"I was young... and- and" she hesitates, sighs and Mattys sees the tears in her eyes. Mattys hands find her cheeks, craning his head down to look into her eyes.

"hey we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to" she shakes her head and laughs at herself for crying.

"I'm fine honestly... don't know why I'm crying" her words come out with a laugh and Matty smiles sadly at her.

"It's normal love" she nods at him.

"I was young and he was my big brother you know? I didn't tell him to go get clean... and suddenly he was just skin and bone and I didn't recognise him anymore..." she explained and Matty nods.

"He'd have these moments where he was just Dylan... just my silly big brother who would make me cry of laughter until my stomach ached... my big brother who would play music with me and listen to me talk about my favourite bands" she smiles the the memories.

"he got clean for about 2 years... but then 6 years years ago... he... I don't know why he did it. I don't know if it was an accident or... I don't know. But he relapsed and... well you know the rest" she says and Matty nods.

"I'm okay now though... Truly I am... I don't usually like to tell people because they want to talk about the shit he went through... And it's important, it is... But who he was as a person, the loving and kind person who was loyal and dedicated and talented... That's what I want to focus on" she explains and Matty nods.

"I get it... Thank you for telling me" he places a kiss to her forehead and she smiles.

"thank you for listening... Wasn't too much for you was it?" He shakes his head. In that moment, with her glassy eyes and her tear covered cheeks, he falls harder. He had never met anyone who cared this much about someone else when its their own struggles they're talking about. The fact this was her story and she cared about his, protecting his heart, had him falling... and fast.

"Is it still hard for you?" She asks and he nods.

"Something I have to fight every day" he admits but then he's smiling, thumb drifting along her cheek "being around good people like you... Doing what I love for a living, being with the boys... Being with people, who get it. That helps"

"If you ever felt like you wanted to again... You'd tell me right?" He thinks over her words, he's definitely had times where he's wanted to, but he's always had someone to pull him back off the edge, and the more he thinks about it, the more he'd be happy if that person was her.

"Of course..."

Matty's mind flicks to Ross, wondering if he knew, if anyone else knew.

"Does anyone else know?" He asks and she nods.

"Ross" his lips press against each other at her words forming a straight line as he nods. He wasn't going to unpack that right now, it would be selfish of him to do so.

"I'm glad you're not alone in this" he says and she smiles.

"Thank you Matty" she hugs him tightly again, they finish their tea and at some point, Matty's coerces her into placing her head back on his chest.

Matty finds out a lot about her brother that night, how he played basically every instrument under the sun, but was the best at bass, that bass was one thing (despite his best efforts) he never managed to teach his little sister. He learnt that when her parents split up, he looked after her most days, due to her mother having to work double shifts to afford the house they lived in. That on the days he looked after her, she'd spend most of her time with his band in their garage. How him and his friends called her a "little prodigy" when she would shred on the guitar. He learns that years after she lost him, she felt empty inside and that her favourite band she had been listening to since she was 13 saved her, made her feel less alone and less empty.

Matty promised he'd never leave her in their sleep state, he promised he'd always be there for her no matter what. He explained that when he was with her, he felt less alone too.

She felt safe in his arms and only thought about the long haired bassist twice.

Every time she thought she had her feelings under control, every time she thought she filed the men into the correct category, something would happen and would fuck it all up. Sending her mind into a confused frenzy.

Who did she like more? Was it Ross? The one that set her soul ablaze, the one who redefined all expectations and proceed to exceed every single one of them, the one who she knew she could tell everything too, without fear of upsetting him.

Or was it Matty? The one who made her feel seen and understood, the one who understood her deepest faults, but ultimately criticised himself for having them too.

She felt safe with Matty... but Ross made her feel at home. She was unsure if she liked one more than the other, or whether her feelings for the men were just different.

Only time will tell...

(11) Ego

[giggly-squiggily]

I am currently writing the most despicable yyh fic you’re gonna love it I can’t even-

Lee Yusuke is on the brain forever I’m aaaaaaaaaaaaa

GIVE ME ANY OF YOUR IDEAS ABT LEE YUSUKE AND THEY WILL BE IN THE FICCY FIC IF YOUD LIKE

AHH I’M SO EXCITED ANZNNANSNS 🤩🤩🤩🤩 Some Lee!Yusuke ideas, you say? Ducky, I’ve gotcha covered!

-Yusuke is very direct- even when it comes to tickling. Dare I say he gets a little impatient if someone’s looking for his worst spots and taking too long? He might throw in a giggly “Getting warmer!” Or “Come on, you’re really not getting it?”- sometimes he might straight up grab his Ler’s hands and put them there cause “If you’re gonna make me laugh, make me LAUGH.”

- Course right after he’s a tad embarrassed and tries to play it off cool- “You wanted to see me lose it- so I helped. So what- it’s not that big of a deal, get off my case!” He rather enjoys seeing his Ler’s just as happy as he is- the type to check in with them and make sure they’re having fun too.

-Oo, you know what? He squeaks like a dog toy when his worst spots are got! Like- kinda that high pitched voice crack? It’s kinda rare to get out of him but if you’re persistent enough you might just get lucky and hear it. Kuwabara got so scared listening to it the first time- he thought he genuinely broke Yusuke’s voice box. Lots of reassurance had to be made before he was willing to tickle again.

-Curses up a STORM. He’s the type to giggle out swear words like a sailor battling a raging storm: half the time it’s only partly the word cause he’s laughing to hard to make proper sentences. He also swears he’s gonna kick his Ler’s ass a lot, but we all know that’s complete BS.

- Little bicycle kicks when he’s giggling like crazy- like a dog shaking its leg, he’s gotta move SOMETHING. Kurama once pointed it out during a tickle war and now no one lets him live it down. He cannot STAND being told “that’s a good boy” while being tickled: he’ll turn into the hulk and throw you into the nearest body of water- it works far too well on him.

-You know he’s at his limit when his voice get’s reeaaaaal high and kinda whiny- like Beaker from the Muppets sounding. He’ll try to deepen his voice after to make up for that sound like that ever truly works andnnans

Those are what I got! :D feel free to use any if they tickle your fancy, friend! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🫂🫂🫂 I can’t wait to read your YYH fic AHHH! 🤩🤩🤩

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

Hey! Do you take fic or headcanon requests?

If so, I would like to see some tickle fics/headcanons for The Muppets, Looney Tunes, Warner Bros/Warner Bros Cartoons, Hanna Barbara/Hanna-Babera/Hanna Barbara Productions, Toon Disney/Raw Toonage, Universal/Universal Cartoons, 90's & 00's-2000's Nicktoons, etc? 👉👈

I do, and I absolutely love a lot of the stuff in this list! So yeah, you could maybe expect something from me regarding a lot of these!

I've actually been working on those muppet headcanons you asked for from before rn! I've been working on it a bit each day so it may take a while tho!

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Welcome!

Hi, I'm Sunny! My blog was previously known as fandomsticklyfics. Welcome to my SFW tickle blog! I'm 19 years old. I love tickling and writing fics for my favorite fandoms! Feel free to leave a request if you have a fic idea, or DM me if you'd like to be friends or start a roleplay! I'm also open to making new characters with you guys for a fandom or custom storyline!

***Please note that it is NEVER okay to start a conversation immediately with tickle talk. Let's get to know each other first!

I write fics and do SFW roleplay for the following fandoms:

Welcome Home

Helluva Boss

My OCs

I am also interested in the following fandoms, but I won't write or rp for them:

My Little Pony

FNAF

The Wizard of Oz

The Muppets

Coraline

Bluey

Inscryption

Gummy and the doctor (18+, I will never talk about it publicly, but feel free to dm about it if you are of age!)

Solanaceae Comic (18+, I will never talk about it publicly, but feel free to dm about it if you are of age!)

Etc... (Feel free to ask if I'm interested in a fandom you enjoy!)

I hope you enjoy my blog! I am rarely posting, but I’m working on that! I’m just a very busy gal!

Credit to @/tickle-ghost

[certified-muppet-enjoyer]

“Now you can feel the Tickly Wrath of the Evil Bunsenator!“

This SFW Tickle Art of Baby Bunsen and Baby Beaker is based off this ADORABLE fic made by the amazing @feltycartoons !! :D

NO NSFW INTERACTIONS!

All credit goes to @feltycartoons 💖

here’s the fic if u want to read it! ⬇️⬇️

[annaberunoyume]

Hehehe, I like tickle tortures. :-p

Fic: At the End of His Rope

Pairing: Bunsen/Beaker (lee!Beaker, ler!Bunsen) Word Count: 711 Prompt/Inspiration: It’s their Muppet Treasure Island selves, with the Pirate Detector invention coming from this fic.

It wasn’t that this was any worse than what Beaker might normally go through back at Trelawney’s. He’d endured far stranger things than lying face-down on the floor, his ankles and wrists tied together with rope. The new immobilization feature of their Pirate Detector appeared to have worked exactly as intended. And yet, as Bunsen leaned over him to take notes and make observations, Beaker felt inexplicably restless, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the quill in Bunsen’s hand.

“How much longer before I’m freed?” Beaker squeaked out. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be freed. He just knew he wanted something that he wasn’t getting.

“Well, there’s a bit of a problem, Beakie,” Bunsen tutted. “I can’t see how secure the ropes are if you’re not struggling against them. Be a dear, will you? Pretend to be a pirate and put up a fight.”

“I- if you say so.” Beaker tried his best, mustering up a couple twists and tugs against the ropes. He could tell Bunsen wasn’t impressed.

“Oh dear, this will never do.” Bunsen glanced down at the quill in his hand, then back at his assistant. “How ticklish are you, Beakie?”

Beaker’s heart leapt into his throat. “I beg your pardon?” Surely he’d hallucinated the question.

“Well, you see, if you’re really ticklish… and I make you squirm and struggle…” Beaker gulped audibly, but Bunsen was already undoing the buckles on his shoes.

Afficher davantage

[wysteria-clad]

Hey babe ☺️

Can we get more of the moon boys x reader pranks they're sooo cute or if you want to how would it be like if the moon boys did the pranks like calling the reader their name or not saying ILY back?

Hello, love ^^

Ahhhhh I love this one!

a/n:

・'Make ugly face on count of three' you guys remember that prank trend? I'm gonna go with that :P

・Oscar Issac is sculpted by God™ and our boys are the cutest, gorgeous and handsome, this is just for the sake of this fic, don't throw tomatoes at me guys lol

・Also I'm thinking of doing the boys pranking the reader as a separate fic later :)

・my writing style is slightly different than my usual one. Hint: it's little unhinged ;)

genre: did you order a plate of fluff? Cause it's here ;)

tagging my darlings: @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @fayes-fics @twwcs

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Marc:

The moment your lips uttered 'for tiktok', Marc refused, but you pleaded him to do this for once.

Reluctantly he agreed.

"One, two.."

He stared into camera like he is going to kill.

"Babe, stop. I didn't say three!"

"What?"

"It's one, two, three, ugly face" you move your hand in 'cutting the air' motion to emphasize your point.

"Okay" there is the grumpy eagle face again.

"One, two..Stop!"

It dawns on him.

"Oh really?" he stands up, eyes full of disbelief. He glances back at Khonshu like, 'Are you seeing this shit, Khonshu?'

But the God looks amused. Marc swears he looks like... grinning? That is if he had a mouth, yes, definitely grinning.

Khonshu didn't like you at first, not gonna lie. Eventually, there is no way he would admit it but he...tolerates you, yeah tolerate.

You pranked him again? How dare you, Y/n?

He walks out of the bedroom.

You fall off from the bed, laughing hard. "Marc! Marc! Baby, come back, it's was a prank, I'm sorry!" you immediately get off the floor and quickly follow him. "Baby! You are the prettiest man alive!"

He knew you were just messing around, that doesn't mean he can't pretend to be hurt.

You catch up to him, grabbing him by his arm. "I'm sorry, it was a prank"

He gives a teasing smirk. "Say it again"

You pretend like you don't know what he is talking about.

"If you want my forgiveness for your sin-"

You roll your eyes playfully.

"Say it"

"You are the most handsome man in the world"

"And?" he drags it out with a goofy grin.

"You are so sexy" now it's your turn to grin like a dork, "second cutest man"

"Why?"

"Well, 'grumpy eagle' is not a very cute look"

There it is again, you refused to explain it to him the other day.

Now he will not let it go. He traps you between his arms, pressed against the wall.

You laugh freely and finally explain it to him about the muppet, only after he tickled your ribcage mercilessly.

And he did not forget your prank. Girl, you better sleep with one eye open.

Steven:

He was bit reluctant at first, but when he saw how excited you are for this, how could he say no?

"Okay, babe. I want you to make the ugliest face you can-"

"Ugliest face?"

"Yup. On the count of three, okay?" you pointed at your phone, your finger hovering above 'record button'

He nodded.

"One, two...Babe!" you turn to face him, "I said on the count of three!"

"Love, I didn't- I didn't do anything" he looks so confused.

"Let's try this again, yeah? On the count of three" you stress the 'three'.

"Alright, alright"

"One, t-" you pause, "Babe, I said make ugly face at the count of three, not before that" you sigh in obviously exaggerated way.

"But, I didn't do anything" he gets this look on his cute face. If '🥺' was a person, it's Steven right now.

Y/n, say sorry right now!

"Let's do it again. One, tw-" you stop, looking at his face. "Stop, babe"

"Oh" his eyebrows furrows in confusion, before he bursts out laughing. "You got me, you goof ball"

Of course, you apologise anyway. But he chuckles and assures you it's fine.

Jake:

"Is this for a picture?"

"That's the game, you have to make your ugliest face on the count of three"

He fixed his gaze at your phone camera.

"One, two...papi, on three, on three!"

"Yes, I heard you, Y/n/n" he doesn't get it. He didn't make any face yet, what do you mean?

The way he said your name laced with his accent would make your knees buckle in any other time, you pull your self together for this prank.

"Let's try this one more time. One, two..Jake!"

"¡Dios mío!" he rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I did not make a face, princesa"

You put one arm around his shoulder, trying to calm him down a bit. "Okay, one more time, ready? One..." you drag the 'one' a second longer, pause to look at his face.

"You didn't say three, querida. Why did you stop?" he flails his hands, sighing.

He is so into this and so serious.

"Because I said 'three', not before" you suck your lower lip to stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

"You are playing with me" he doesn't even question. "Are you calling me 'ugly'?" It's a confirmation now.

"No" you say it with extra couple 'o's, in your most sweetest, innocent tone.

He glares at you like, 'are you serious?'

"I'm not saying that" you stiffle a giggle, reach your hands out to cup his face.

But he doesn't let you, covering his face with his hat.

"Papi," you could not control your laugh anymore. "I'm sorry, it's a prank" you take the hate off his face and put your legs over his lap, sitting and straddling him.

"No, no, no" he keeps turning his face whenever you try to kiss him, feigning hurt.

"Baby" but you don't give up, your cradle his face between your palms and press your lips all over his face, purposely giving him the sloppiest, loud, 'Mwah' kisses.

One day, he is going to get you back. All I can say is watch out, Y/n.

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Dios mío - My God

Princesa - Princess

Querida - Darling

[rosiesramblings]

Handle with Care

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 500ish

A/N: To absolutely no one's surprise, here is another little Ted Lasso fic. That Jamie Roy and Keeley scene at the end of 3x10 made my heart fucking melt, so here is how I wanted it to end. Can be read as platonic or polyship, whatever floats your boat. Enjoy!

By the time the champagne was gone, Jamie was feeling just the right amount of tipsy. The adrenaline from the game had worn off, and while it made him uncomfortably aware of his injured ankle, it also meant that he could relax and celebrate in the company of two of his favorite people.

Jamie was sure there was a stupid sappy smile on his face, but he was too happy to care. 

He pulled his ankle out of the ice for the last time and reached for the white wrap on the table next to him. His fingers were thick and heavy, though, and he fumbled with the wrap for a few moments until it was yanked out of his hands with a muttered, “Fucking give me that,” from Roy.

Roy gently grabbed Jamie’s ankle, which was about the time that Jamie realized he made a mistake. He bit his lip as Roy so slowly, so carefully, began to wind the wrap around Jamie’s ankle. Ok. This was fine. Jamie breathed out a slow breath. 

All it took was an accidental brush of fingers under his toes for that breath to become a snicker. All three of them froze.

Jamie’s face burned hot pink. Roy raised an impossibly fond eyebrow, shaking his head. Keeley cooed, “Aw, Jay! Still ticklish?”

Jamie groaned, twisting his hands in the front of his shirt. Roy went back to wrapping his ankle, and Jamie flinched as he grazed the arch of his foot.

“Oi! Don’t fucking move, you muppet,” Roy scolded. “I don’t want you fucking your ankle worse than it is now.”

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on a helpless grin. “Yes, Coach.”

Keeley’s hands were suddenly on his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles. Jamie relaxed the tiniest bit, only to tense right back up when she teased, “It’s okay to laugh if it tickles Jamie. Let it out, yeah?”

Jamie had no hope of stifling his giggles after that. He leaned his head into Keeley’s shoulder and tried to muffle his snickers against her fluffy jacket, drumming his non-injured heel on the side of the table. Roy had to be fucking with him, at least a little bit. He was brushing against Jamie’s foot way more than had to be necessary.

Finally, Roy was finished. He pulled Jamie’s sock over his foot and patted his knee. Jamie let out a breath, still smiling.

“Right. You need to get to bed,” Roy said, pointing a finger in Jamie’s face. “Four am is going to come fucking early tomorrow.”

Jamie gulped. “Or,” he said slowly. “We could all go to Keeley’s, celebrate some more, and sleep in til 6.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed. Jamie started planning his own funeral.

“5.”

“5:30.”

“Deal.”

[bubbleecloud]

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It (2017 specifically)

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Scott Pilgrim

Toilet bound Hanako Kun

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Alien stage

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Well, I think that's all! Enjoy your stay, lovelies!

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hi I hope I’m not too late for the sentence starters. If I’m not can I request lee rin with ler sae from blue lock? I read your other fic with them and I really enjoyed it. The sentence being “you’re still as ticklish as you always were”

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

Heyo! You're just in time, anon! :D And ahhh, the Itoshi brothers! Not gonna lie, this came out more Ler!Shidou than Ler!Sae, but there's still some in there! I hope you like it! :D

“Would you knock that off!”

Normally Sae wouldn’t get involved with such petty fights. Whatever happened off the soccer field was no concern of it- so long as it didn’t affect how he played, let them kill each other.

That said- he was still an older brother, and hearing Rin shout like that made him turn to look almost instinctively.

“Hehehehehe! Man, you’re as bad as Sae-Sae!” Shidou was laughing like a goon, head thrown back and arms around his belly like a muppet. Rin on the other hand looked furious- or at least; he would have if he wasn’t blushing so much. “Come here-”

“Stay away- GAH!” Rin squawked and jumped back from Shidou’s hands- fingers just brushing his hips. “SHIDOU!”

Sae blinked. Then he sighed, walking over to the pair. “Demon, leave him be-”

“Rin’s ticklish!” Shidou cried, delighted. Rin looked like he wanted to implode on the spot.

“......” Sae blinked, then looked at Rin. “Still?”

“What the hell do you mean ‘still’?” Rin glared, but the expression melted away when Shidou gave his lower ribs a quick series of pokes. “Ahah! Stahahp!”

“He’s so ticklish! Is it a family thing, Sae-Sae?” Shidou grinned, eyes dancing as he chased Rin with his fingers. “You’re pretty bad when I tickle you here!”

Sae closed his eyes, willing away the urge to strangle the other. Focus on the more important things. Such as…

“AH! No, nohohot you tohoohohoo!” Rin yelped when Sae came to his other side, gently squeezing along his ribs until he found that same terrible spot from years ago. “Sahhahahe, cuhuhuhut thahhahat ouuhuhuht!”

“You’re still as ticklish as you always were.” Sae mused, a rare warmth touching his voice as he slowly brought Rin to his knees. Shidou, ever the opportunity taker, quickly followed him down for maximum tickling. “Good to see some things stayed the same.”

“SHUHUHUHUSH! AAHHEAHHAH GEHEHEHT OHOHOOHFF MEHEHEHEHHE! SHIHIHIHIDOU!” Rin cried, falling backwards into the grass as he pawed at Shidou’s hands, cheeks pink and smile bright. “SAHHAHHE HEHHEHELP!”

“Yeah Sae-Sae! Help me~” Shidou crooned, winking at him with a smirk.

Sae watched them for a few more minutes before shrugging, turning back to the field. “Good luck, Rin. Try not to kill him, Demon.”