#that fact that they're both ticklish sends me

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy,

What if we were out on a date and you thought I was cute. You have on a sexy purple dress with nails to match with two cute braided pig tails 😍. Beforehand you found out a couple of closely guarded secrets of mine I wasn’t aware you were privy to,

First secret is that I desire to be tickled and teased into a submissive puddle and the second secret is that I melt when being called cute.

You also know that I am embarrassed about both and almost ashamed really.

We are having a great time sitting at a dinner table drinking wine and really vibing. You notice that I am very nervous bc I find you to be the most sexiest person I’ve ever seen. You are looking at me smiling and twirling one of your pig tails. Would you pls be so kind as to tell me what Miss Amy is thinking about? 🌴

Myyy myyyyy this is such a cuuuuuteeeee setup ~

Ooh and I'm soo sorryy because I'm not a mean person but I would absolutely teaseeee you to mushhh with such knowledge ~

Moving over to your side of the booth I'll be blushing up a storm myself because adorable cuties with ticklish wantiness just get me alll eeeee and knowing that loook you're giving me will get me alll bashful so I'm gonna have to turn those tables~ but ooh, I will play it sooo matter of fact, wrapping my braid around my finger idlyy ~ I'm a real fidgeter and that's just gonna drive you batttyyy I know. My nails just wiggling, drawing up my glass, gliding against one another, fiddling with my waistbelt, as I casually sayyy the wordssss in a total non-sequitur because I'm kind of aggressively awkward ~

"So, you're like really cute~"

And while I hold a pigtail my other hand is going to fidget its way over to yours and start tracing each finger. "Have you ever had a finger massage? They're realllly fun and you have pretty fingers y'know? Here, it's like telling your fortune except it's not that at all and I'm pretttyy sure I have some wine giggles so if you'll excuse me let's just seee here~"

As I trace your index finger carefully with my nail, going up and down and going between the fingers and rubbing softly up the next, I study your reactions, and bring my other hand in to secure yours. You knowww what I'm setting up to dooo ~ my nail gliding along your ring finger, index finger and thumb rubbing lovingly, moving over the pinky ~ you knowww it's comingggg ~ I turn your hand over and smirk, my nails following all the lines on your palm.

"Sooo cuuuuuteeee ~ yessss a cutie. A big sweet cutieeee pie with whipppyy cream on top~"

And you knowwww it's gonna tickle ~ my fingers waving back and forth now on your palm, getting you allll dizzyyy blushyyyy ~ because in a split second my smirk shifts to a grin and I let out a squeak, my hands turning to tickle machine mode as they form the clamps, scrunch once as a threat, and then so casually float down to secure at your sides for a loving squeeeeze~

"Coochie coooo you sweeeet adorable cutenessss~" I murmur as I start rubbing my thumbs around and giving you loving squeezes. I keep you cornered in the booth, snickering as I lean in and tickle at your midsection, moving up to the ribs and getting into your underarms.

"Oh we're fine mayyyybe some waterrrr! They're just paaaarched!" I snicker at our waitress, sending them away and working all those sounds from you. "You just waitttt until we get outta here cutieeee ~ I'm gonna get youuu. I'm gonna get you on the walk outttt I'm gonna get you in the elevator and on the ride anddd ooh if you wanttt sweetheartt you sweet sweet thinggg I'm gonna tickle and tickle you alllll night longgg and find all these lovelyy spots you're hiding mmhmm ~ sooo what do you think my cookie, should we get our to-go and then Amy Amy gonna make you crumble?" ~<3

[kanene-yaaay]

The Only One Monster

Kanene's Notes: I started to write this fic like oiuygtfrdfghj an month ago and completely forgot about it as it was burried in my drafts so that is the fun fact of today kjhgfghjkl This was not written for Jiang Cheng's birthday but it is a convinient time so. :D

Warnings: None. Only Familial tickles, since I know some aren't comfortable with that. Around 2.500 words (probably? I forgot to check). Ticklish Jin Ling and Ler Jiang Cheng. A tiny little bit of angst and hurt/comfort.

[~*~]

"Hush, now. Enough." Even in a harsh tone Jiang Cheng brought the kid closer to his chest, heart tearing and brittling with each sniffle. "It's just a nightmare. Is that the behavior of a future sect leader?"

"Jiujiu, stop." His voice was low, so different from his usual snarking words, who would never run out of cutting words, matching him complaint from complaint, shout to shout. Hearing it, Jiang Cheng froze before pulling his nephew even closer, curling all around him as if he could protect them from the world.

He slowly rocked them from one side to another, a hand rubbing his back lightly, just like his jiejie used to do when they were kids and Jiang Cheng ran to her with tears in his eyes. So alike their little A-Ling now. Pressing his lips to the top of his head, the adult held a sigh.

His sister would know what to say in his place. She would comfort with touches soft and caring, with a smile so brilliant that made everything vanish in the pure light of it, so truthful and caring that would leave you wanting to smile too. Jiang Yanli would never say such cutting words, never made her own son sound so small, even if he was (already) almost hitting his shoulder.

But since she wasn't here anymore, he would be. With a too broad hug and a thougher touch, with a lotus pork rib soup that didn't taste the same, with the same lullaby she sang to them with a much rougher voice and all the sharp edges he kept turning and twisting away from his dear waisheng who deserved more than the harsh words of his fool jiujiu.

"What can those dreams even do to you now, brat?" He scoffed, and maybe it was the sleepness of being woken in the middle of the night, of having his entire family in his arms, but his words were softer, the memories of his sister much less hurting than the usual. "Can they hurt you here? Is there anywhere safer than Lotus Pier?"

Jin Ling sniffed and bright, teary eyes turning to look at him, getting away from his chest just enough to do so. "But what if they get in, jiujiu?"

Jiang Cheng grinned and let Zidian send unharming and bright purple sparkles across his arms, in the exact same way that would make A-Ling as a baby squeal and try to chew the ring. Nowadays there was no chewing, but the growing young still stared at it reluctantly amazed. "Let them come, A-Ling, and they will be the example why no one dares to challenge the Yunmeng Jiang Clan nor my family."

With his sleeve (the robe was already ruined anyway) he cleaned the tears and snot, pinching Jin Ling's nose lightly, putting him immediately back to the scowling and trying to push him away with a whine.

"Jiujiu! Weren't you just talking about protecting me?" A knee found a way to the bottom of his ribs and Jiang Cheng very much gracefully did not send the boy back to his room for the disrespect. "Don't complain when I decide to not come here if I need you again!"

Jiang Cheng scowled.

"It's that so? See if I'll try to protect you from the monsters next time you come banging at my door in the middle of the night."

Jin Ling harrumphed exactly like his father used to when they're both teenagers and went back to lay on his chest, burrowing in the warmth as the adult rolled his eyes and laid a hand on his back, rubbing it softly, making him melt even more on the embrace. Both knew he would never have the heart to send him away, night, morning or any other moment.

Sleepness began taking over them, laying as an extra cover over them and Jiang Cheng barely heard his next words, even with his enhanced hearing.

"Jiujiu, is there a monster you've never been able to defeat?"

Way too many memories flashed in his eyes, of darker times and too many battles he could've never won and suddenly a spark of anger flashed in him, wishing nothing more than to push it and them all  the away from him. Wasn’t his efforts enough? What did Jin Ling begging doubting him now? 

But then there was a memory, that only exhaustion could bring with so much softness and so little grief. 

Yanli smiling, a hint of mischievousness in her eyes that only made his curiosity burn brighter as she let go of his bandaged hand and got closer to his ear, whispering: "There is a monster here in Lotus Pier, A-Cheng, one that not even A-Niang or A-Die could win against."

At the time, he gasped and widened his eyes, appalled by this very idea. Their parents were giants, with unending power that was above anything, untouchables, undefeatables. "Not even with Zidian?"

"Not even with Zidian, until today, no one can even approach it in combat without getting caught by its claws."

Jiang Cheng gasped and held her hand, trying to pull her closer, behind him. "I will get him, jiejie! You don't need to worry because I will win. I will."

There was a chuckle behind him, both fond and playful. "You're very brave, A-Cheng. Do you really want to face it?"

"I want! I will protect us, jiejie!"

And his voice, as it always did, was already leaving his mouth before he could even think about it. "There is one."

Jin Ling froze in his arms, face quickly turning up to face him, eyes wide. Jiang Cheng simply stared impassively back. "There is?!"

"Yes. It's an old monster that wanders across the humans and lands, with the power to possess people. Many families have been attacked by it and many other will fallen victims in the future. There isn't a single disciple from the biggest or tiniest sects or villagers and towns in the cultivation world that haven't heard about it." He stopped, narrowed his eyes and frowned in a thoughtful expression. "Maybe the Lans, living all the way up in the mountains with their thousands of rules."

(Somewhere, in Gusu Lan, Wangji sneezed, stopping momentarily his meditation and using the opportunity of distraction to help his son keep being awake for the lesson, softening at those bright giggles he continued to let out.)

"It can be here in Lotus Pier, too?"

"It already is."

"What?! Right now?!"

"Yes, I said. Are you becoming deaf at such a young age?"

"More like you're becoming crazy with old age! You're making no sense! How can a monster be here and no one is doing anything about it?"

"I truly must be getting crazy. I just now imagined that my waisheng decided to be disrespectful, forgetting the education I gave him and is asking for me to break his legs."

Said waisheng scowled at him, as if he was being unreasonable. "Jiujiu, there is no time to joke. If Lotus Pier is being targeted then I can help, I will grab Suihua and-"

"It's here." Before the younger could move, Jiang Cheng locked his arms around him, words grave. "It just got into the room."

"It WHAT?" Jin Ling clued on him, voice high and scared, hands gripping his robes so tightly that for a ke Jiang Cheng almost lost his façade by snorting, only being saved by Jin Ling who kept staring at every wall and object with growing alarm.

"Yes." And before anything else could be said, Jiang Cheng burrowed his hands on the back of the boy's ribs, wincing at the shriek it resulted. In a neutral voice, he continued. "Oh no, A-Ling, it got you."

"Wha-! J-J-JIHIHIHIUJIHIU!" Jiang Cheng began tazing his ribcage and he squealed, falling into an uncontrollable giggling fit as those dancing fingers scribbled over each bone and poked the space in between them, focusing on those awfully ticklish spots that always made his giggles higher and louder. "W-whahahahahaha-ack! Whahahat is thihihihis!"

"The tickle monster, obviously." Jiang Cheng was helpless for the grin that suddenly pulled on his lips at the sound of that laughter, strident and unstoppable, chasing away any cold from the night. Jin Ling began shaking his head and flailing around like a fish, squirming for freedom. Instead of that, however, he only managed to lift his arms enough for the other to start attacking it with scratches and prodding, snorts taking over the laughter as he decided to lightly dig on it. “Didn’t I just tell you? That is the only monster I can’t save you from.”

“NohohohohoHOHOHOT-” The loud giggling became a shrill when Jiang Cheng started to drum the center of his armpit restlessly with his thumbs, the other free fingers lightly wiggling on his ribs once more. “NOHOHOHOHOT A MONSTER! Eek!! JIUJIU!”

“It is.” Freeing his hands he began spidering and skittering his fingers all across his back, increasing all his squirming and wiggling around tenfold, the cackling laughter giving space to a snickering, giggly and squeaky chuckle, better for breathing. “What do you think then, A-Ling? You offered to help, do you think you can defeat it?”

“Ihihihihihihit’s yohohohohu! Snk! Yohohohou!!”

There was a spot on the back, right next to his sides, that would make Jin Ling squeal and guffaw like crazy, leaving even his ears as red as his vermillion mark with how much he was laughing. Jiang Cheng wasted no time before concentrating in scribbling and squeezing every single inch of that spot over and over and over again, summoning the laughter to fill the air with mirth.

“Is it?”

At the answering nods from the kid - his smile so big and bright and so, so similar to his jiejie that Jiang Cheng almost teared up - Jiang Cheng stopped his tickles, letting his hands rest on his sides. For the way Jin Ling kept snickering and jolting from side to side every time his fingers did much as lightly, just barely, almost not touching, claw at it, the ghost tickles were probably running wild at his nerves. 

He let him get enough gulps of air, those shiny eyes looking back at him with a mix of anticipation and joy, so much different from half shichen ago. 

“So it is me, then. I might as well change my question in this case.” Jiang Cheng let out an evil smirk, chuckling slowly and lowly. “Do you think you can defeat your jiujiu, A-Ling?”

With a sudden move, lifted the boy (lately he had been claiming to be ‘too old’ for this and the sect leader was secretly happy at the opportunity) who screamed bloody murder (what a dramatic brat) and immediately began kicking and throwing himself in high pitched crackles as Jiang Cheng decided to actually claw at his sides, actually getting hit on his chest twice (the disrespect) before shoving his head on his stomach and blowing a raspberry at it.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOOOOOHOHOHO! GEHEHEHET OOHOHOHOHOHOUT!” Jin Ling felt his eyes close, entire body buzzing with the tickles, snorts, squeals and screech falling from his mouth with no hope of being held back, head throwing backward with the force of his laughter, trashing and squirming around by instinct while holding his jiujiu’s hands in a firm grip. He shrieked when he was moved again, now resting on his lap, almost not listening to the (so rare and delightful) playful voice making his smile grow even bigger. “YOHOHOHOU’RE BEING MEHEHEHEAN! BAHAHAHAHAD JIUJIHIHIHIHIU!!”

Jiang Cheng scoffed in unbelief. “What am I now, Fairy?” Suddenly he grinned again and Jin Ling squealed again in anticipation, trashing more. “The nerve. Actually, I should warn the servants to not bring me my breakfast this morning. Tiny brats who refuse to show any respect are my favorite meal.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAD JIUJIU! BAHAHAHAHAD!”

The raspberries stopped and Jin Ling took a few giggling breaths before he felt one of the hands on his grip moving.

“Nohohohoho,” he snickered, eyes still closed, trying to pull those hands back into a hug or anything that would stop it from going to the next target. A wiggling finger lightly tickling his armpit quickly weakened his hold, however, and soon that hand was snatching his ankle, making him do a half spin on Jiang Cheng’s legs. “Thihihihihis not ahahahaha fair fihight!” 

“Oh, so if it was a fair fight you think you would win?”

“I would!” Especially because his jiujiu would never try to hurt him, so he was technically right. “Yohohu’re getting ohold!”

“You-!” There came the affronted voice that made him snicker for another unrelated to tickly reasons. “You’re literally begging me to go for the legs.”

And suddenly everything made sense. Unfortunately it was already too late, before Jin Ling could struggle enough to tear his ankle away from the grip there was already raspberries shaking and tickling with an awfully unbearable feeling every single nerve on his sole. He could only shriek when a ‘nomnomnom’ sound began following little nibbles on his toes, everything else in the word disappearing except the tickles and how much he was losing himself in laughter, every muscle finally going limp and tears appearing in the corner of his eyes.

Jiang Cheng gave him a last raspberry and huffed fondly, almost snickering when he realized the kid lightly pushing him away with a frown that didn’t last at all in the face of the remanescent giggles and smiles as he adjusted the younger back on his chest and brought them both back to laying on the bed, kissing his forehead and combing his hair softly.

“I’m getting revenge, tomorrow.” Without opening his eyes, he snuggled more in the embrace. “You’re too silly, jiujiu.” 

Jiang Cheng actually snorted. He was pretty sure that was an opinion that no one else would agree with his waisheng, but it didn’t matter. For once, he thought that they both would be able to go back to sleep again and find no nightmares. “Go to sleep, A-Ling.”

And they both did, falling back to a restful, soft sleep.

[lynn-writes-things]

If it’s not too much, can you do relationship HCs with the jjk men? Thank you Mun!!!

of course!!! thank you so much for the request!!! <3 I actually had something for this in the works for a hot minute haha. sooooooo without further do, here is:

jjk men misc relationship hc's!

starring: Yuta Okkotsu; Toge Inumaki; Megumi Fushiguro; Yuji Itadori; Noritoshi Kamo; Satoru Gojo; Suguru Geto; Kento Nanami; Toji Fushiguro; Naoya Zenin (I was nice to him this time); Choso Kamo; Ryomen Sukuna

cw: none! these are all completely SFW (maybe a touch suggestive like 2-3 times?)

Yuta Okkotsu:

sweetest softest bf ever

he is so nervous and shy for the first month or so :(

he is so cuddly tho!!

he's a sensitive guy :((

absolutely loves any sort of physical affection because it lets him know that you're here with him <3

LOVES hand holding sm

not particularly against pda, but he's not over the top about it y'know?

but like quick hugs every now and then, forehead kisses, hand holding, those are all on the table tho

he's VERY in love and has no problems showing it <3

he doesn't get super jealous easily, but if he does, then he has no issue coming up behind you and holding you, he'll say shit like "Oh hey, baby!" just like lots of petnames to make it clear that you're his

not much good at cooking, but if he sees you cooking/baking something, he's always right there asking you how he can help

if something's hard for you to mix, no worries! he's happy to take over!

(also he will always insist on doing the dishes for you after helping you make something, no matter how much you try to protest, he refuses to hear it)

(especially if you let him taste test!!!)

if you're the type to make jams or jellies, you better believe that he's out in the garden helping you pick the ingredients (I made some dandelion jelly awhile ago, can you guess who I had in mind the whole time?)

Toge Inumaki:

alright say it with me y'all: A FUCKING MENACE!! (yes, even to you.. okay especially to you)

matter of fact, his favorite activity is fucking with you

I personally fully hc him as being able to play the guitar (stereotypical quiet kid thing, y'know?)

so I think that he'd absolutely learn love songs for you, even tho he can't sing the words to match the riffs :(

can't express his love for you through his words, so he relies heavily on physical affection and his actions

he has all of your likes/dislikes memorized, and you can bet that he always has some of your favorite snacks or drink in hand whenever he plans on seeing you

very observant with you

if you ever shiver once around him? he doesn't need his jacket anymore, you can wear it! (he will not let you give it back, even if he gets cold <3)

you probably have an entire drawer filled up with the little notes he gives you

they're either cute, or rude, or both

lots of "I love you, stupid" type stuff

anytime you leave for a mission without him he sends you with a whole ass letter about how much he loves you and how much he's gonna miss you :( <3

also this mf WILL steal your food

like straight from your hand

he's too cute to be mad at and he knows it 🙄

absolutely no problems with pda, he's maybe a bit shy with kissing in public cause he's a bit insecure about the markings by his mouth :((

that being said, he does get pretty insecure about that and his limited speech, so he does tend to get kinda jealous if someone's flirting with you

he'll just kinda come and straight up steal you away or just wrap himself around you

(lowkey if you try to make him jealous then uh.. you'll pay for it later, let's just say that)

oh but!! if you kiss the markings, he'll get very flustered and kinda turn to putty in your hands

also!!!!!!!!!! alsoooo!!!!!! this motherfucker will tickle you, and he shows NO mercy!!

(he is also very ticklish tho, but he is also very fast, so if you can catch him, be sure to get your revenge!!)

Megumi Fushiguro:

sweet boy :(

he shows his affection quietly (he gets too flustered when he tries to actually verbalize his love for you, but he does try!)

like he remembers you mentioned what your favorite book series was when you were growing up, so he buys them for you as a surprise!

he sees the way your eyes linger on something when you drag him to the mall, suddenly it shows up in a cute gift bag in front of your door with no note the next day, hmmmmm, how strange, wonder who that could be from? 🤔

I feel like he's the type of guy who'd take you on a date to--

WAIT NAH HANG ON--

SURPRISE H I M WITH A DATE TO WALK DOGS AT THE ANIMAL SHELTER

I think he would really love it :(((

on the topic, if you're ever sad or having a bad day, he'll summon his demon dogs to cuddle with you and cheer you up! (it always works!!)

loves loves loveees it when you play with his hair

he plays with yours too, tbh I think he'd try to learn how to do braids in your hair if it's long enough

be warned tho, dating Megumi means you're subjected to extra teasing from Gojo

(psst, if you really wanna rile Megumi up, join in on the teasing)

does NOT like pda, but he's fine holding hands, especially if the street is busy (he doesn't wanna lose you)

oh but!! if you like pinch his shirt/jacket while you're walking behind him, it'll melt his fucking heart :(

if you tell him that it's because it makes you feel safer???????

he might just combust on the spot

he might kiss you on the forehead every now and then in public, namely if you're mostly alone (or at least far from the eyes of your classmates)

he gets jealous sorta easily cause he's pretty insecure, so if there's a guy trying to flirt with you, he will come up and grab your hand, or wrap his arm around you, probably glaring at the guy tbh

he doesn't say it all that often, so just know that when Megumi tells you that he loves you, he really really loves you, and he means it from the bottom of his heart <3

Yuji Itadori:

SWEETEST!!!

GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY TO THE MAX!!!!!!!

he literally is the sweetest himbo alive idc

that being said... Nobara was 100% right when she said he's no good with girls

when he was crushing on you, he fumbled over all of his words, often tripped over thin air, asked really stupid questions ("so you're a sorcerer, right?")

after being together for a bit he settles down though, he gets back to being his regular levels of dumb <3

he loves seeing you in his clothes too much, so he's always offering you his hoodies and shirts!

movie dates!!!!!!

also he loves to cook for you!! he loves it sm!!

cooking with you is even better!! :))

maybe sorta kinda really likes to show off how strong he is whenever you're around

like he'll pick you up and carry you around every single chance he gets

it doesn't matter what size you are, he can and will lift you like you weigh nothing (if you let him, of course!)

LOVES pda!!! doesn't care who's around, he'll give you kisses alllll over your face, hold your hands, hug you, etc!

if he does get jealous (very rare thing) he'll just kinda walk up and wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulders, honestly he'd probably try and chat with the guy while making it very known that you're taken

he looovvveeesssssssss you tho!! says it very often!

he's scared that Sukuna will scare you off, but you don't actually mind him too much anymore

if you like talk back to Sukuna whenever the mf says shit to you (to Yuji's dismay) and like you give him sass? give the king of curses attitude?

ngl I think that would win Sukuna over, I think he'd be arlight with you if you do that, it'd interest him

Yuji cannot decide if that's better or worse

I wrote a whole thing about this that isn't finished yet, but I fully believe that if you're ever craving something, no matter what time it is, Yuji would immediately go get it for you, even if it's the middle of the night and he's just woken up

overall just 1000/10 goofy sweet himbo king, bestest boyfriend, lovestruck puppy dog <3

Noritoshi Kamo:

VERY sweet as a boyfriend!

he's very shy and reserved at first when he realizes that he likes you

SO fucking formal when he confesses to you, it's almost funny (pls don't laugh tho, it took so much convincing himself to actually do this)

tbh I think he'd try to hide you from his clan for awhile because he doesn't want you to have to deal with THAT

he sure as hell doesn't wanna deal with it, so he doesn't wanna subject you to it either if he can help it

if you treat him like a person, like just some guy, I think he'd really like that a lot :(

like he's tired of having to be the heir to the clan, he doesn't want to have all of that responsibility all of the time, he wants to just be himself :(

so pls just treat him like he's Just Some Guy(TM)

I think he'd actually maybe let himself be kinda silly once he gets out of his own head, in his little safe space with you

his genuine laugh is so so so cute, you're the first person to hear it in such a really long time :')

does NOT do pda, not even hand holding, can't take the risk

in private tho?

ohhhh my god he is SO clingy!!

SO fucking clingy, he wants to be around you 24/7, wants you in his arms always

loves to kiss you, cuddle you, hold your hand, all of it

he's just... so touchstarved, so if it's in private then he literally wants to be touching you every single second <3

it took awhile, but he'll hold your hand in front of your classmates (not teachers, just classmates)

if you're all hanging out in the lounge or something then maybe he'll even put his arm around your shoulders on the couch or somethin <3

he DOES get jealous, but even still, the most he'd do is like talk to you and tell you that he needs something, just to steal you away from whoever it is

now...... you didn't hear this from me...............

he is extremely ticklish

might get kinda grumpy if you do tickle him tho (cuddles will make it better <3)

he's a guy who needs a lot of reassurance, but rest assured, this means that he's very open about communicating how he feels about you and how much he cares about and loves you

Satoru Gojo:

you will never know peace ever again! (joking!! .....mostly)

you're treated like royalty, first of all

he's got more money than he knows what to do with, so his favorite thing ever is to spoil you!

you are also his favorite person to (lovingly) annoy <3

a fucking BASTARD who will PUT YOUR THINGS ON REALLY HIGH SHELVES BC HE KNOWS YOU CAN'T REACH AND WILL HAVE TO ASK FOR HIS HELP >:(

he's clingy as FUCK tho

doesn't care if it's in public or not, he has to be by your side at all times or he will die!! (jk but ya know, he's drama incarnate)

he has to make it known to everyone that you are his

he's got a very hot s/o and he's not afraid to show it :)

you ALWAYS have flowers, there's fresh ones every week (your favorite ones, or just ones that he sees that reminds him of you)

dating Satoru means that you get to see a side of him that nobody else gets to

you get to see the vulnerable side of him, the side that he hates

it takes a LONG time for him to open up to you about stuff, but once he does, he struggles to keep anything inside

ngl..... he has some MAJOR trust/abandonment issues after losing Geto, so he does need a good deal of reassurance once he does finally open up to you

also please for the love of god make sure he doesn't give himself diabetes with how much sugar he eats

he has the DUMBEST pet names for you tho

they range from stuff like "mochi; sweets; baby" to shit he knows you hate like "sugar bear; honey pie; sweetiepie" etc

surprising to absolutely no one, Mr. "Infinity is ALWAYS on" is EXTREMELY touchstarved

like the first few times he lets you really touch him, he shivers

ngl he might get kinda overwhelmed with it at first but before too long???

he's the type of guy to take the day off from work just to stay in bed cuddling with you all day cause omg he did not realize how much he loves feeling your skin on his :(

if he can't sleep in the same bed as you, then he simply does not sleep

he literally cannot sleep without touching you in some way

it's a problem

does he get jealous?? DOES HE GET JEALOUS???

ha! n-no..! obviously not, psshhhh, he's the strongest! why would he get jealous?!

nah but seriously he does get kinda jealous because of the abandonment issues, but he's mostly just possessive as fuck

someone's flirting with you? coooooool, let's see how long they keep it up after he comes up and makes it known that you're his

he really does love you tho <3

extravagant dates!!!!! anything you wanna do, consider it done, he'd do anything for you <3

Suguru Geto:

we're gonna go ahead and pretend that he didn't go a lilll crazy and become a cult leader for this one :)

oh, this mad absolutely adores you, and you'll never have to question it <3

personally I just think that Suguru would be into plants?? like he's really educated about them

so he gets you flowers, but he knows the meanings behind the flowers, so he gets you like 9 red roses (9 roses = eternal love); honeysuckles (devotion + everlasting love); tulips (unconditional love); etc

he also gifts you misc houseplants, like he'll take a cutting from one of his own and gift it to you in a little pot that he painted himself once it takes root <3

he's also super artsy!! he's drawn you a couple times!! he'll also doodle on your skin if you let him <3

this man is SUCH a sap and I will STAND BY THAT

smooth as fuckkkk, he always has some poetic line to woo you with

he LOVES to do your hair!

he'll like actually help you find a haircare routine that works well for your specific hair type

gives you his old band tee's from his (emo days) teenage years if they'd fit you

he loves!!!!! to snuggle!!!!!!!!!!!!! :((

he doesn't really get jealous, this man is very confident in himself and he trusts you completely, but he is vaguely possessive but in a really cocky way???

like either he'll come up and be all lovey with you while trying to talk to the guy (but he's got this "they're mine, bet you wish you were me, huh?" type look in his eyes)

or, he'll just kinda give you this pointed look, one eyebrow slightly raised, and you just immediately understand that you've gotta go over to him now or you will pay for it later

pretty intimidating tbh, if anyone happens to see you with his arm around you, they're stayin' away

totally open to pda!! he honestly really enjoys it

alwayysssss wants to at LEAST be holding your hand in public

if you're someplace that's crowded then he keeps his arm around you the whole time

he may be a cunning, calculating, smug bastard of a man, but he is yours, and he loves you a whole lot <3

Kento Nanami:

absolutely whipped

this man will always treat you like you're royalty, like he LIVES to make you happy <3

he does his best never to work overtime, he just always wants to get home to you asap!

that being said, he WILL take on a few extra shifts around special holidays or your birthday/anniversary just so that he can afford to get you something really nice and bring you out to a really nice restaurant :)

even if you tell him it's not necessary, he'll still do it, unless you tell him that you'd prefer more time with him than a gift, then he's happy to oblige (he will in fact still get you something and take you somewhere for dinner tho)

surprises you with flowers on his way home from work at least a couple times a month

COOKING DATES!!!!!!!!!

now I'm gonna throw in an unpopular opinion here.....

I..... do not think Nanami is a good cook

he is busy literally all the time, man loves good food, but he's never spent much time actually learning how to make it for himself

he loves trying tho!! so if you cook WITH him, he will fucking MELT

even if the food doesn't turn out quite right, it's safe to say that you both have a really great time regardless :))

you bring out a sillier side of him!! especially when baking, if you like smidge some flour or frosting on his nose, he WILL retaliate until you're both covered in a confectionary mess <3

usually he's very sleepy when he gets off work, so he really really really loves to cuddle :(

he just wants to lay with his head on your chest and let you play with his hair until he falls asleep <3

not HUGE on pda, but he will hold your hand everywhere you go if you want to, and he's not opposed to occasionally giving you a kiss on the cheek or forehead <3

if you're somewhere busy he'll keep his arm around you, he wants to keep you safe!!

he's..... hm..... I don't see Nanami as a jealous man. he's confident in himself, he trusts you completely, and he isn't one for making a show if someone's flirting with you really

if you get uncomfortable tho, then he will absolutely step in and put an end to it

now.. if you're TRYING to make him jealous, maybe giggling too much at what the guy says, thennnnn he's stepping in (and you'll be paying for it later babe, lemme fuckin' tell ya)

Toji Fushiguro:

ahh, my favorite bastard man <3

now, canonically, Toji is actually a very sweet, devoted man when he's with someone that he really loves

and he does really love you!!

hear me out, this man exudes Cane Corso energy

looks mean, big, buff, dangerous to fuck with, and incredibly protective and affectionate to His Person (you, you are his person)

he doesn't have much to spend on fancy gifts, he can't afford flowers every other week, but he does his best

he's never one to care about rules, so he's absolutely the kind of guy to go like... steal flowers from displays, or from planters outside of businesses, and he'll give you a bouquet of those <3

"My baby wanted flowers, you're gettin' some fuckin' flowers"

he'd also actually try to save up his money to afford to give you nice things every now and then <3

he's not great at it, but he does like cooking with you

PERFECT man to have around if you're having trouble mixing something, he's happy to help!

he tolerates a LOT with you

seriously, who would ever believe that the big bad sorcerer killer himself doing a fucking face mask with his s/o because you asked him to?

KISS! HIS! SCARS!!!! HE! WILL! MELT!!!!!!!

he remembers exactly how you like your coffee/tea in the morning, and if he wakes up before you then he'll surprise you by bringing you a cup in bed <3

protective as FUCK

he's indifferent to pda, if you wanna be all over him in public, he's happy to let you and he'll gladly reciprocate it all

he won't often initiate it other than holding your hand tho

double whammy: jealous AND possessive

he trusts you, he does... but he's had a rough life, he kinda expects you to just up and leave at some point :(

if someone's flirting with you, he's VERY quick to wrap his arm around you, steal your breath away with a kiss, etc

he'll hit you with a "Hey there, doll" while giving the dude flirting with you the cockiest smirk

let's be fuckin real here, Toji is ridiculously intimidating, absolutely nobody is gonna make a move on you with him around

if someone tries to start shit with you, this man will not hesitate to start (and win) a fight

overall he really does try his best to be a great boyfriend to you, but he's been through SO MUCH so pls be patient with him while he learns how to love again :(

Naoya Zenin:

for the sake of things we're gonna ignore the misogyny

he's sweet on you and you alone

pampers you SO much!!

you need something? he's on it, he'll send someone to get it for you asap

he really actually likes cuddling, but he will never admit to it

if you ask him to cuddle tho then I hope you're comfy, cause you ain't getting up til he decides he's had his fill of affection

now... would y'all believe me if I say that he really actually likes to be the little spoon in bed?

he's tired of having responsibilities, pls just hold him and play with his hair and tell him that you're proud of him :(

he is WHIPPED and he HATES IT

you like a certain scent?

surpriseeee, you now have an arsenal of candles/lotions/bath stuff in that scent

he's secretly a sleepyhead, wants to nap with you all the time

takes you on really fun dates actually!!!!

I feel like video game dates, or arcade dates, would be a big thing with him <3

you bring out a kinda goofy side in him, letting him act like the kid he never let himself be <3

this man has NO IDEA how to even cook an egg, but if you ask him to help you in the kitchen, he will

(after asking you why you want to cook in the first place, you have people for this you know-)

LOVES to kiss you!!

anywhere, anytime, if he wants to smooch you then you shall be smooched!!

ngl he is jealous cause try as he might, he is pretty insecure because his family is just SO struct, especially with him, so he just kinda never fully believes that he's good enough, like his confidence is majorly forced

so if someone's making him jealous, he has no shame about walking over and kissing you right then and there

not a lil peck either, he will kiss you with intent to send a message to this mf

he really does try to be good to you, he's trying very hard to unlearn his misogynistic ways for you <3

Choso Kamo:

GOODEST GOOD BOY

absolute sweetheart, confused as fuck by a lot of modern shit but GOD he loves you :)

treats you like a fucking deity, this man worships the ground that you walk on!!

he's also a very very sensitive guy and gets moved by stuff pretty easily

ngl he's probably the type of guy to ask you why you're crying, and after you tell him (even if it's something small/silly) he'll hold you AND ALSO START CRYING CAUSE YOU'RE CRYING

let's you do makeup on him and paint his nails!!! (I mighttt be pushing my E-Boy Choso agenda here lmao)

he doesn't understand your fascination with his hair, but he practically purrs every time that you play with it

any type of affection you give him, he will reciprocate

like he LOVES affection sm

idk I have this very strong image of reader putting little flowers in his hair

Choso would be SOOO confused, but he will smile the whole time, and will do the same to your hair :)

baby boy is clingyyyyyyyy <3

ADORESSS affection, giving and receiving it, so he always always always wants to be holding you or kissing you or anything!!! just loves you!!!!!!

has no concept of being ashamed by pda, if anything you'd have to be the one stopping HIM cause he really does not see a problem with it??

very much a lovesick puppy dog

he'd definitely take mental notes of things that you do/don't like

alwayyyssss tries to surprise you with the stuff that he knows you do like!!

I can't see Choso as being the jealous type

I think if he saw you talking to a guy he didn't kow, he'd just get kinda concerned for your safety and come up and kiss you or wrap his arms around you y'know?

he's just really really protective over you <3

if it's something that he does know then he just kinda.. keeps an eye on things (especially if the person happens to be Gojo's slutty ass-)

overall he is 1000/10

he is trying his BEST and he is SO VERY DEVOTED TO YOU!!! <3

Ryomen Sukuna:

hear me out here, yeah?

if he loves you, he LOVES you

even if he has no fucking concept of how to show it

like he's still gonna be a bastard to you, gonna tease you, give you a hard time for most things

but as the king of curses, he of course treats you as his queen <3

he really really really likes to kiss your hand :(

idk why I think this, but I can just see him like coming up and grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles, the back of your hand, just kinda kissing his way up your arm real slowly and sensually

makes eye contact while he does it, and there'd just be so much fondness behind his eyes, a degree of soft vulnerability that only you get to see :((

he's not really much for kissing your lips unless it's leading to uh... ya know

cheek kisses are much too soft, forehead kisses are alright, but his favorite way to just causally kiss you is to kiss your hands <3

he will almost never initiate cuddles, but if you do, he will never ever turn you down

he loves it when you sit on his lap while he's on his throne, he'll let you kiss him all over his face when you do

tbh he likes showing off to his followers that he has such a stunning s/o, he wants them to be jealous <3

(does that make you his trophy s/o?)

this man will MELT if you play with his hair!!!

he really likes listening to your heartbeat, it makes him feel so peaceful :(

he'll tolerate any pda you initiate, he has no reason to care what anyone thinks

after all, who the hell is gonna say anything to him? he'll kill anyone who dares make a comment

is he jealous? no, not at all

is he possessive? abso-fucking-lutely, possessive as FUCK

you are HIS, no other man has the right to so much as flirt with you

if he catches another man even looking at you wrong? he's tightening his grip on you and glaring at the poor soul

(that man is lucky Sukuna was in a good mood)

needless to say, you are the safest person alive, his man ain't ever letting ANYONE or anyTHING harm a single hair on your pretty lil head <3

there is not a single god in existence that could help the mf who tries

[mylittlemystery]

Howdy mate, could you do Joker headcanons A-Y for the tickle headcanons thing? Sorry if your not into Dc stuff, is there a list of your fandoms somewhere so I can see what I can ask. Sorry ^^"

Hey, don't worry about it! If you're wondering what fandoms I'm in, just shoot me a message asking for the list. :) The Joker is virtually the only character I'll write for that's in the DC Comics universe because I am not familiar with anyone else. XD

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

I think that he'd stick his fingers in the 'lee's mouth and stretch their lips up into a comically stilted smile once they aren't doing it anymore. I know that's a bit gross, but I think it suits him since he's a bit gross. XD

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

Yeah, I think he'd definitely like to both be tied up and tie others up. His favorite positions are flat on his back with his arms above his head and sitting in a chair with the arms restrained upwards respectively.

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

As a 'lee, he loves a good chase. He'll usually skip away from his pursuer as he hums a little tune, taking care to not go as fast as he can so getting caught is a certainty. "Catch me if you can~!"

As a 'ler, he will not hold anything back when it comes to chasing his 'lee. Prepare to be sprinted after at full speed, usually with him chuckling like a maniac all the while.

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

He seems like a hips sort of guy to me. Wiggles like a worm whenever they're gently pinched. :3c

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

Whenever he wants to tickle someone, he loves curling his wiggling fingers into faux claws and asking anyone nearby if they just so happen to be ticklish. Run while you can, my friend...

I honestly see him as the type of dude to just ask somebody to tickle him whenever he's in that kind of mood. Bonus points if he stretches himself out along any surface available to him to really send the point home.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Oh, he's in it to win it. He'll immediately try to pin his opponents down to the best of his ability, but he usually ends up losing more often than not due to how frail he is. He tries his damndest, though.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

He prefers ones that are a bit harsher, but these ones are alright as well! They make him snort a lot. :)

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a 'lee, he's egging the 'ler on at every opportunity. He is the definition of cocky, and the fact that he only wants more of the sensation wants it starts definitely doesn't help.

As a 'ler, you can bet your ass that he's laughing along with his 'lee the entire time. Sometimes it gets to the point where he's deeper in hysterics than they are, which can be ever so slightly unsettling depending on who you ask. XD

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

VERY well. Boy is bing chilling the entire time. Just laughs his head off and falls in love with those supposedly torturous touches.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

Quite literally everything. The fact that it makes people laugh, the fact that it can be used against some people, the fact that it gives him a huge power rush, and the list goes on and on...

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

He has very nimble fingers that are excellent at delivering a mean barrage of tickles to even the hardest to reach places. No spot is safe from this man.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

I personally think it'd sound like Mark Hamill's Joker laugh - high pitched, hooty, and utterly maniacal.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He sometimes falls asleep at his desk from staying up the entire night beforehand, so the mornings are the best time to give him soft little tickles along the back of his neck (he has the best sleepy giggles).

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

He DESPISES sleeping, so he is going to try and keep anyone who happens to live with him awake for as long as humanly possible. Yes, this includes mercilessly tickling them to keep them from drifting off. XD

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

Oh, hell yeah. He loves using the word "tickle" as much as he possibly can when contributing to his online presence (tickled pink, tickling the ivories, et cetera). He loves flustering any potential 'lees or 'lers alike with that dreaded word...

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Harley! These are two tickle hungry maniacs, so it only makes sense that they'd team up together. :) It's extremely flustering to be tag teamed by this duo because they do not stop teasing for even a minute.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Totally just says yes. XD He's super excited as soon as the question practically leaves the other's tongue because he can hardly wait for the incoming onslaught of silently promised tickles.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

He's an even switch. Roll the dice with him because he doesn't care about the outcome either way!

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

I don't know why the phrase "royal flush" is coming to mind for this one, but I feel like it fits what with his whole card persona and everything.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

He's a HUGE lover of baby talk and gushing over his 'lee's reactions. He is going to replace all of his "Rs" with "Ws" and all that jazz, watching as the other's face lights up like a fucking fire hydrant.

Whenever he's being tickled, he's constantly telling the 'ler to tickle him harder and faster. Your hands are going to be cramping up by the time you've managed to drive him loopy...

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

He has a very ticklish collarbone, and it's actually quite easy to tickle since it's so prominent on him.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Batman, obviously. XD He's proud to hold the title of the famed hero's "Ultimate Rival", so he can't help but want to indulge his other half in a bit of playful shenanigans every now and again (even if they don't get the biggest reactions).

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

This dude practically breathes the damn word. He is not the type to get easily flustered. XD

X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

PENNYWISE! Like, hello?! Two absolutely psychotic clowns (technically) who (in my opinion) adore tickling? It's a match made in heaven (hell)!

Y: YOU | Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

One of the earliest characters I can remember wanting to tickle/be tickled by.

[happyandticklish]

hewwo! for the br(otp) meme may i ask for kaeya/albedo (romantic pls! but i’m cool with platonic too if you’d prefer for them)

You absolutely may!! One of your fics was what first drew me to the ship in the first place, so I absolutely can~

Kaeya & Albedo:

1. Who's more ticklish?

KAEYA he is the most ticklish person ever and I will die on that hill. I do think that he's better at initially hiding it though, so a lot of people would assume it's Albedo.

2. What kind of tickles are they sensitive to?

Kaeya is more susceptible to those really light, soft tickles, and is feather ticklish as well. Albedo will often use Kaeya as his canvas, and Kaeya is a shaking, giggling mess every time (Albedo uses the oppurtunity to tickle him more as punishment for messing up his drawing with all his squirming). Light tickles will get Albedo as well, but rougher tickles sends him into a cackling fit immediatelly. It breaks through his resistance in seconds, and he'll allow himself to just sit there and laugh.

3. Which role (lee/ler) does each of them hold?

I think that Kaeya is more of a ler personally, but ends up in the lee position far more often in their relationship. Albedo is a ler-leaning switch, and gets embarrassed about his sensitivity (and the fact that he likes people taking advantage of it) easily, so he'll instinctively try to stay out of the lee role, even if he secretly wants it.

4. How did they discover each other's ticklishness?

Albedo found out from Diluc when he was visiting Mondstadt one time. Kaeya was out on knightly duties, and Albedo was complaining that his boyfriend had no weaknesses. Diluc, of course, could not let that stand, and immediatelly spilled the beans, as well as all his worst spots. Kaeya found out about Albedo when they were traveling through Dragonspine. One of the Seelies kept trying to follow them home, and Albedo tried to gently lead them back. Unfortunately, the Seelie was insistent, and kept nuzzling up to him, sneaking under his shirt at times to try to stow away. Imagine both the Seelie and Kaeya's confusion when Albedo starts laughing and doubling over as the Seelie brushes over his stomach and sides.

5. Who's more likely to instigate a tickle fight?

Kaeya for sure, he loves tickling others and getting tickled, so it's a win-win for him. He gets to see Albedo's precious smile, as well as get his shit wrecked on the other end. Albedo will start them only when he's sure he can win.

6. How often do they tickle each other?

All the fucking time once they figured it out. It's nothing big usually, just teasing pokes to the side squeezes from behind. Tickle fights break out less often, but when they do they last forever. Albedo is a little shit, and loves to take advantage of Kaeya's sensitivity. He'll squeeze his knee while they're at the bar, scuttle fingers over his neck in passing when he's talking to someone like Jean or Lisa, use the word tickle all the time sentences when they're around others just to see Kaeya get flustered. Kaeya usually gets him back tenfold on the other end which definitely isn't what Albedo was hoping for nope not him.

7. Who's the least likely to ask for tickles?

Kaeya likes to be cocky about it, and will flaunt his sensitivity in front of the other, so it's for sure Albedo. He cannot ask for the life of him, he'll go beet red and start stammering over his sentences. Meanwhile Kaeya's just standing there with this big smirk on his face like, "What's wrong, having a bit of trouble with your words there?"

Thank you for the ask!

[sageinacage]

y'know how jumpy tommy was in the amusement park vlog,, what if after the vlog they're hanging out at wilbur's place and wilbur keeps trying to scare him, eventually finding out tommy's ticklish :0

Scaredy Cat summary: wilbur was messing with tommy all day and trying to scare him, until he figured out something interesting a/n: i'm really sorry for not writing in a while D: expect more fics coming soon! like half of my inbox got cleared so feel free to send in requests :D also im working on adding titles to all my fics LOL warnings: swearing, jokes about unsafe roller coasters w/c: 1.2k IRL, Platonic

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All day, Wilbur has just been a nuisance. Starting on the way to the amusement park, Wilbur was explaining to Tommy the dangers of roller coasters. Well- trying to; over Phil’s scolding, it was hard to continue to inform Tommy without bursting into laughter.

Though, because of his fear of roller coasters and Wilbur’s “information,” Tommy was on edge all day- jumping and getting startled at the smallest things; and Wilbur was not helping at all. “Are you okay, Tom? You’re really jumpy, dude.” Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh when the boy angrily groaned. “I’m not jumpy!” He grumbled out, looking forward.

Wilbur heard this and let out a chuckle, before lunging at Tommy and faking it out. The poor blonde jumped then immediately crossed his arms. “Stoppit!” He whined, furrowing his eyebrows at both Wilbur and Phil’s chortles.

“Mate, you are definitely jumpy. Calm down, it's going to be okay!”

“It would be okay if the failure rate for roller co-”

“Will!”

Tommy groaned again, shoving Wilbur. “Shut up, bitch!” He exclaimed, Wilbur playfully laughing at him and Phil letting out a few chuckles with a shake of his head. “You two, I swear.” Phil wheezed, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not my fault that I’m angry, Wilbur is being a dic- AH- Will!” Tommy shrieked and bent down trying to catch himself after the taller one decided it would be funny to lunge at Tommy again. Wilbur wheezed, patting his back. “It’s okay Toms, you’ll be a lot more scared on ‘The Smiler’ later, bud!” He sniggered, earning another eye roll from Phil.

“Stop saying that, you dickhead!” Tommy muttered, Wilbur giggling to himself. All day at the amusement park was the same, Wilbur trying to push Tommy’s buttons and Phil scolding him about it while also trying to hold back his own chuckles.

Eventually, the day was ending, and after they all rode the final coaster named ‘The Smiler,’ they decided to walk towards the exit of the park. “Will, I hope you know that I hate you. Very much, in fact.” Tommy straightened his back, glaring to the side at him. “No, you doooon’t!” Wilbur sang, squishing his little brother into a side hug which earned a dramatic grumble from him.

“I swear I cannot take you guys anywhere.” Phil joked, smiling at them. “Yeah Tommy, we can’t take you anywh-”

“Will.”

“Yeah Will- STOP!” Tommy didn’t have time to sass him before being jumpscared, pouting as he climbed into the car to be temporarily safe from Wilbur jumping at him.

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. It was a comfortable silence, though; as they were all a bit tired from spending all day at Alton Towers. As they got closer to Wilbur’s place, that’s when the chaos started up again.

“Hey Tommy, did you know that cars are even more dangerous than roller coasters?” He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road, laughing as he heard Tommy’s loud whine, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. “You’re dead to me.” He muttered under his breath, Phil picking up on what he said with a chortle.

When they got back to Wilbur’s place, Tommy was the first to run in and lay on the couch, finally not in a vehicle of some sort. The other two came in after him, snickering at the sight of Tommy sprawled out on the couch.

Wilbur grinned, tip-toeing up to the couch and reaching over to squeeze his side. Instead of the surprised shriek he expected, he was met with unexpected cackles. “What? Is being scared all of a sudden funny?” He asked with an amused look, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not fuhunny!” Tommy complained, rubbing his side to get rid of the sudden after-tingles.

“Then why are you laughing- ohhh…I see...” Wilbur smiled at his realization. His little brother was a little ticklish, supposedly. “I don’t like that tone, Will. I don’t like it at ahAHAHALL- Nohoho!” Tommy burst into loud laughter at the hands that were attached to his lower ribs, squeezing gently. “Ah, so you are ticklish! I was wondering for a while!” Wilbur exclaimed innocently, smiling fondly at the boy.

“Sh- shuhut up! Phihil hehelp meheheheeee!” Tommy whined through his giggle fit, throwing his head back as his ‘attacker’s hands moved to his waist right above his hips. “I’m good, mate. I’m gonna go order pizza, does that sound good?” Phil asked, looking at the menu on his phone.

“Yeah! Tommy and I will share a pepperoni pizza!” Wilbur talked to Phil like he wasn’t tickling Tommy at the time, making it even worse for the blond. “Wilbuhuhur!” He complained again, weakly pushing at his hands but they didn’t budge. “Oh, sorry! Don’t worry, my full attention is on you now!” Wilbur smirked, fluttering his nails over the sides of his stomach, Tommy’s t-shirt not providing much protection.

“SHIHIHIT! YOHohou bihiHITCH!” He squealed, jerking away from the fingers which found his hips. “Hey hey hey! I wouldn’t be so mean, Toms, I think I just found a good spot!” The taller devilishly sniggered, lightly drilling his thumbs into the bundle of nerves on his hip bones. Tommy screeched, accidentally arching up more into the tickles and hitting at his hands. “WHIHIHHIY?!” Loud belly laughter poured out of him, making both Wilbur and Phil smile at the genuine laughter.

“Because I like your laugh, Tommy! Also- you kinda deserve it after calling me a bitch all day…” He tried to sound upset from it, but couldn’t hold back his chuckles from Tommy’s embarrassed high-pitched giggles. “N- NOHOHOHO!” Tommy wheezed, shaking his head as his laughter turned hiccupy at Wilbur’s fingers skittering up his ribs, scribbling in between the grooves of his upper ribs; which earned screamy laughter from the boy.

“Uh ohhhh~, bad spot, Tommy?” Wilbur teased, his fast fingers turning into just gliding his nails around his ribs which surprisingly raised Tommy’s laughter. Wilbur teasingly chuckled, tracing random shapes into his ribs before unexpectedly shooting them up to scribble into Tommy’s underarms, the hands that were previously covering his face shooting down.

Wilbur managed to pull out his hands from Tommy’s iron grip, smiling at him before scribbling them over his stomach once again.

“N’awww, there’s that smile! Tickle tickle tickle, Tommy!” That absolute bitch. Tommy could not stand any baby talk, as his pink face began to turn into a bright red. Wilbur, clearly amused by this, continued to use the same technique. “What’s wrong? Does somebody have a little ticklish tummy? Hmmm?” He cooed in that horrible baby voice, grinning at him.

“Alright you two, quit it! I need to call to order the pizza!” Phil yelled from the kitchen, Wilbur sighing but slowing his fingers. “Thahank g- gohohod!” Tommy continued to giggle just from the adrenaline of being wrecked, curling up into a ball once Wilbur got off of him.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I’ll make sure to continue after dinner!” He laughed, patting Tommy’s head and going to walk to the kitchen. Tommy smiled to himself at that, immediately covering his face after. Wilbur was evil, but was he ever going to complain about that? Probably not.

[ticklygiggles]

Hello! ^^ Maybe F, G, Q and T for Victor Nikiforov?

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Victor usually wins tickle fights! The Yuris are his usual victims and they're both ticklish cuties who can barely fight back

BUT in the rare occasions he's losing, he'd get sooo weak, he doesn't have much stamina when being tickled, so he's half taking it, half trying to tickle back, but he can't~ he's also super loud and beggy haha

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

He likes them~ Yuuri sometimes shows affection like that and Victor especially loved when he gets those gentle tickles on his back and arms, but Yuuri is also a little shit and would tickle Victor's sides of armpits and Victor never expects that, so he laughs pretty loudly 💕

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

To anyone else he's like "I am, why? Are you?" And will immediately turn the tables on that person so he doesn't get tickled haha

BUT if it's Yuuri, he'd be like "Yuuuri~ I am ticklish, do you want to tickle me? Go easy on me okay? I know for a fact you're ticklish too and I'll have my revenge!"

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

He's pretty good with his words~ and he also likes to say he's going to tickle a spot and tickles another one just to mess up with his poor lee~

Also, something that's very effective on Yuuri is that he wiggles his fingers hiiigh above Yuuri's most ticklish spot and Yuuri is already laughing his head off, he also likes to drop his hands to said spot and stop just cm away~ it makes Yuuri shriek so hard and Victor thinks it's the cutest!

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[lipstickbisous]

why am i so nervous to send in this request 😭😂 so i'm including a fluffy one and a sad one and you can choose which one!! i hope they're okay 🥺 but totally no pressure if they dont inspire you!!

“There are a thousand different ways to tell someone you love them, and I intend to try every single one.” and

“It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong.... This just happened to be one of those times.”

naturally ⟶ bucky barnes

nono these do inspire me!!! and i’m trying to find more fluff to write bc when i looked through my works, all i found was angst and (bad) smut 😭😭 but don’t be nervous, i love this!! so this was perfect, thank you so much!!! 💞💞

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: a promise is made during one of the many nights spent with bucky.

warnings: fluff, soft!bucky

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his skin was smooth with a slight lavender smell to it—he must’ve used the body wash you had shown him in the store—mixed together with the tinge of metal. he’d covered his prosthetic with a fuzzy blanket because the silver against your bare skin was like ice. his hair was freshly washed, soft tuft ends brushing against your forehead in a slightly ticklish manner.

the night is quiet. silent, in fact, and your breathing is almost impossible to hear as well, but you can feel his chest rising and falling underneath your spine. at certain moments, he’ll move the metal arm and a slight clinking noise can be heard, but nights in wakanda were always perfect.

bucky had requested you stay with him when steve said his goodbyes. you hadn’t known the soldier for long, but something about the lost look he gave you with every glance ruptured your heart into pieces. you’d been alone for two months while he was frozen asleep, but in the given time, you found a peace that was never a part of your life before. not during your childhood, and certainly not with the avengers, but you’d gaze out from your room in the wakandan castle to overlook miles of forest and it felt...good.

when he awoke, he changed. he was still as shy and quiet as before, but bucky had a new perspective on the world. you wondered if he found that peace too.

now, you lied in his arms while the moon sat in its throne. if you were being honest, you weren’t sure how you got here. maybe it was the day you two had played with the goats, or explored the gardens, or maybe it was t’challa’s birthday party. it had been bucky’s first outing in public, but you’d forgotten how the fireworks would mess with his mind. the both of you had returned to the small hut at the edge of the city you called home and kept each other company while music and chanting echoed through the air until the morning.

either way, you were thankful for whatever had happened. if it weren’t for bucky looking so desperately in your eyes, asking you to stay, you’d be living a miserable life on the run with steve. now, you had a home and someone you loved. “are you still awake?” he asked from behind you. bucky’s voice used to be robotic and stiff, bricks building up a wall that no one could get past; you broke the wall and he now spoke poetically to you.

“maybe,” you smiled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as his warm hand rubbed the skin over your stomach. “what’re you doing awake?”

he began to draw flowers on your skin with his fingertip before letting a whisper fall from his lips. “thinking.” you could tell bucky’s eyelids were growing heavy without even having to look. there was a tired drawl to his voice as he rasped, “i’m in love with someone.”

with a blush, you turn your eyes to his. they meet yours with a clashing blue, pure and deep. “oh, yeah?” your lips tighten into a smile. “who’s this someone?”

“well,” he groaned a breath of air as he sat himself higher against the headboard of your bed, letting you adjust comfortably to the new position. “she’s this beautiful gal—i mean, she’s gorgeous,” you pull the blankets up to your waist so that they barely cover bucky’s toes. “not only is she stunning, but she’s a lot smarter than i am too. she’s got the brains of an...well...i don’t know the phrase.”

“brains like an einstein,” you smiled warmly before shutting your eyes. you brushed your cheek against his bare chest and soon felt the blanket covering his metal arm. “and the look of a garbo.”

bucky’s chuckle echoed through the hut. “see, she’s a smart one.” the way he spoke was almost as if he was ignoring what year it was. he didn’t speak like the winter soldier or a modern boy; he spoke like bucky barnes, a lady-killed from the 40’s. “not only that, but she’s kind too. and that’s always hard to find. with her though...it comes naturally.”

a small part of the blanket on top of his arm fell and the freezing touch of the metal hit the sensitive spot on the back of your neck. however, you didn’t move. you stayed in that position and the metal soon become warm and comforting. “i love you, buck.”

but as soon as you spoke, bucky scooped you up and sat you in front of you. the blanket fell from your hips and gathered at your knees. “there are a thousand different ways to tell someone you love them,” he whispered, his eyes falling to your lips. they were slightly swollen from past kisses that day. “and i intend to try every single one.”

“that’s a lot of different ways, hun,” you whispered the pet name he’d expressed his admiration for. your hand was finding it’s way to his cold arm before tracing the small pattern carved into the metal. there were days where he’d wear it and days were he wouldn’t, but either way, bucky barnes was perfect to you.

he dragged his lips over your knuckles, holding the entirety of your hand in his large palm, and pressed it to his chest. “it’s worth it, doll.”

[ticklepinions]

TicklePinion's Lee and Ler Combos for Optimal Tickl-ficiency

Hi everyone, hope you're having the day you're having. I just was inspired by this post here . I basically wanted to see which pairs would be "best" for each other. These are just my humble opinions, of course all combos can work because we're more than just our interest/fetish. Without further ado! (Diclaimer: not a ranked list).

1. Gentle Ler + Squirmy Lee

Now this pairing is hella cute. Gentle lers are known for being well... gentle. They aren't on the intense side of the tickle spectrum and prefer to keep things light and airy. Which to me is perfect for the Squirmy Lee. From the Ler's perspective, who wouldn't love giving tickly hugs to a Lee who can't even keep still without those cute lil giggles. And could you imagine looking at their blushy face when you softly ask if they want more!? From the Lee's perspective, it would be great to have a ler who's nice and soft. And come on, who doesn't love curling into a ball with their ler still lightly tickling you. That makes me WEAK.

2. Shy Ler + Teasing Lee

THIS pair is just *chefs kiss*. There's usually power dynamics involved between lees and lers and I think this pair it's a nice equal match, one can even say leaning in the lee's direction. Now the teasing lee is what I personally call a little sh*t. In colloquial terms this means they will tease the heck out of you in hopes to get tickles. However, they're fatal flaw is that they're all bark hehe. From the Lee's perspective being able to tease the Ler is the bee's knees. Like you just made your ler BLUSH. How freaking cute as that. Just the thought that you have them right in the palm of your hands. That is until they muster up the courage to say the tword now you're both flustered messes. I also think it would be amusing for both parties that while you're getting tickled you still say snarky little comments that may throw the ler off until they get you back. From the Ler's perspective, getting teased is well... Embarrassing but also really fun 😅. You're already shy about tickles but now to be with a lee who flaunts their spots around you??? Total torture (in the best way). You could be cuddling and all of a sudden they "accidentally" stretch exposing such a ticklish tummy, ribs, underarms.... Sending your ler mood through the roof. You know they're asking for it but you still want to make sure but that requires saying the word and- 😳. BUT when you DO pin them down and tickle them to pieces for teasing you, it would be sooooo rewarding. Not to be biased but this may be my fav pair.

3. Cheeky Ler + Bashful Lee

Ahaha just realized this is like #2 but the only difference is that the ler would be doing most of the teasing. The cheeky ler also known as the smug b*tch over there is known for the infamous 😏 (smirk©). They are KNOWN for their teases. It would doubly suck if the lee has ticklish ears cause trust me being tickled while hearing the teases is BRUTAL. it's the fact that they don't even have to try to be smug for me. I think everyone who identifies as a cheeky ler are a natural at it. From a Ler's perspective, being able to tease a lee and see their cute reactions is priceless and the Bashful Lee does just that. The blushing, the jumbledupbegsbecausethet*cklemonsteriscoming, the soft squeak when you catch them, the giggles already trickling through before even laying a finger on them. Might as well call that situation Chef Boyardee cause it's MHM MHM GOOD. From the Lee's perspective, having a ler who is a PRO at your number one weakness is how do I say this without sounding too excited? Doug-dam-dimma-MAZING. Just imagine the "tickle fights" with this ler and how you're being absolutely destroyed just by words alone and worse yet they can out money where their mouth is or should I say out your tummy where their mouth is 😳. A pair match made in heaven.

4. Ruthless Ler + Athletic Lee

I think my list is looking rather peachy because look what we have here? Another pair with a symbiotic relationship so good that it would make Venom look like a parasite (please don't eat me I take it back). Now the Athletic lee is one that will have both bark and bite, going as far as tickling the ler to get tickles. Yup. You heard that right. I guess people do write their wills early... What defines these lees however, is their endurance. You can be tickling these cuties for a long time and they'll still be asking for more. From the Lee's perspective a Ruthless ler is just the other half they need. Someone who's not afraid to wreck them with tickles. Someone who will push your limits (in a healthy way). And who doesn't want to test how much they can really handle tickles..? From the Ler's perspective, you get someone who you don't have to worry as much about going too far. With permission, you get to tickle them around the world and back and still have them giggling with glee. Now that's beautiful. You can also use every tool imaginable and let your inner tickle monster free (with consent of course). Just imagine being able to tickle their death spot and hearing their laughter skyrocket. Just want to note, while ruthless lers may appear to be on the more rough side of tickles, they can always prefer soft tickies as well, this is just an example!

5. Tactful Ler + Tough Lee

Last and certainly not least, again like #4 this pair seeks to test each others skills. And come on an alliteration (tactful/tough/tickler/ticklee) you know this will be great. The Tough Lee is basically the i'M nOt TiCkLiSh but the minute you scribble some fingers over their spots their little tough façade will crumble. They are also defined as preferring tickles from ones they are close to (I like to call them the chosen ones, feels more special). I find this cute and very respectable, wanting to show their inner selves with the people they love the most y'know? From the Ler's perspective we all know how NOICE 🤤👌🏾 it feels when you are pinpointing a lee's most ticklish spots and watching them slowly lost all the fight they had. Like you just did that fam, they tried holding their breath but you were like nah b lemme help u. Truly a kind person, I'll be sending your Nobel Peace Prize in the mail. From a Lee's perspective, yet another Ler who has the perfect counter to your strengths. And trust me they have a knack for tickling THE spot. No, not your death spot (well some of your are literally walking death spots but we won't talk about that 🤭), but your melt spot. You know the one where you love being tickled the most. Like it tickles so f*cking bad but it feels so damn gOoD like shiver me timbers and call me Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramírez. Besides that, they're the second best teaser in my opinion. They start of slow but in the end game they are brutal. They are very observant and can and will use only the best methods to hear that sweet ambrosia formally called your laugh.

Sorry for the long post but hope you enjoyed! Remember you are loved! Have a day as amazing as you are!

[softerbrambles]

You know what's up.

Ghost/Knight (Player)

Mischievous Ler

Sneak attacks, Cheer up tickles, Interrogation tickles, they do all the tickles

Size is both a strength and a weakness

They don't tease since they're mute so typically it's just a silent tickle session (which is torture for a select few bugs)

Usually not a lee since they just Dash, Mantis claw, Crystal dash, any other technique away from them.

So usually they choose to be tickled

Loves tummy tickles

Laugh comes out as a bunch of chirps

Like this https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://m.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D5Q0_3rkSY30&ved=2ahUKEwiTsvjsvIf1AhVwjIkEHZnDB_8QwqsBegQIHxAF&usg=AOvVaw1-wZ8eHxwTEMDcJWwlHjzR (start at 1:49)

Not one person is safe from them

They've already killed gods obviously they wouldn't be afraid to tickle them

Worst spots: Tummy, Knees, Sides

Quirrel

Ler leaning switch

Goes gentle most of the time

Only when the lee wants more rough things, or is being a brat does he go harder

Usually it doesn't matter however since Quirrel is a master at teases

The teases do nearly all the work despite his gentler style

Really just wants his lee to enjoy themselves and have fun

As a lee?

God he's so fucking soft

Teases are fun for him only a few specific ones fluster him

But if it's silent tickle session (Like with Ghost) he can't handle it

Somehow flusters himself

Starts off as gentle giggles, then increases into wheezy cackles

Worst spots: Tummy, Underarms, Neck.

Gotta love that big tummy

Tiso

Switch, Switchity, Switch Switch

Tiso absolutely loves wrecking people but quickly will get overpowered by his lee and consequently get wrecked

But in the brief moments he manages to be the ler he's AWFUL

His teases are ruthless and cocky, he's not afraid to go hard and often starts on one of your worst spots and to top it all off, he's an ANT

An ANT, with not only very tickly mandibles, but also capable of carrying something 3 times its size you ain't getting up once he pins you

But that isn't much of a problem when the cocky bastard will release his hold on you to put his hands on his hips as he declares victory

Usually once he sees your getting worn out

But that means you can trick him

And despite the fact he could easily throw you off him, he seemingly forgets this fact the moment you pins him

And let me be clear when I say that this buffoon Absolutely. Positively. CANNOT Take what he dishes out.

He dies to teasing and can't for the life of him say the t-word when in a lee mood

And he's a sensitive little bitch

Almost any spot can quickly send him into a cackling fit

And all his strength vanishes when you tickle him

Also yeah he definitely flails and kicks like a mad man

Worst spots: Sides, Underarms, Thighs, And antenna.

Also his chin and neck is a melt spot he will quite literally purr if you lightly tickle there

Hornet

Not really into it

She's not big on affection in general so this is not her area of expertise

But when she does get involved

By the gods Run

She's a ruthless ler

Not good at teasing intentionally but will do it unintentionally quite a bit

(Using Tiso as an example cause Lee man)

"Hold still, stop squirming"

"God what are you a grub, you sure squirm like one."

Also makes out loud notes of tickle spots and for the people who hate the t-word (TISO) it sucks

She's not lee very often

Not too ticklish and again doesn't want affection

(Or so she says)

She'll entertain Ghost, Hollow, a few of the other vessels who lived, every now and then

But aside from that she says "no."

And people have tried and failed numerous times

Doesn't really have bad spots so much as favorite spots so

Sides, neck, stomach

Hollow

Confused lee

At this point in time there still very injured but that didn't stop Ghost

Of course they were careful but it was very sad when they had to EXPLAIN what tickling was to them

(Screw Pale King)

Either way they still don't know to much about it so they are yet to be a proper ler or get involved in a tickle fight

For now it's mostly them asking Ghost or whoever else is watching them for tickles and getting warmed up

Later timeline them is a sickly sweet ler tho

Since their so big they definitely will cradle their lee

Loves soft tickles both giving and receiving

Worst spots: Ribs, Knees, neck

(I just like the idea of them having really sensitive joints after being chained up for so long)

Cloth

Very fun ler

They love starting tickle fights or tickle games

They just want it to be fun for both parties and they most definitely succeed on that front

Teases are very fun for them Usually its in the form of compliments and encouragement but flustering remarks aren't off the table either

Cloth isn't that much of a lee similar to Hornet but they aren't nearly as opposed to it

They are more outwardly enjoying and hard to fluster

Has a very loud boisterous laugh like in game

Worst spots: Palms, Tummy Thighs

(Only the first addition of this I'll do a follow up with more characters later :))

[yallmakemyassitch]

Hi, it's me again~! 🤗

Can I tell you a secret?

Sooo, um.. Tabi x Ayana has been one of my FNF OTPs for a while now.

And yes, I know that will never come true in canon (both their respective creators have confirmed at this point)... but hey I can still dream! 😤 People can still enjoy the fanon stuff if they want to, right? (I just think they're cute, okay?!)

Well anyways, I have wondered what headcanons you would have for these two in this case. I like to think that Ayana would be the playful one who always starts the tickle fights, or just starts randomly poking him just to be a tease and to get those adorable and rare reactions from her usually stoic and serious boyfriend, but soon regrets it when Tabi decides to become absolutely ruthless in his payback. (It'd still be worth it though!)

Let's go with: L, Q, R, M & N (these two are optional though), W, K, T, U, D and A. (U & W are also optional)

(And maybe you can use this if you need inspiration. 😋)

Hope you have fun! ✌🏾😁

Ohoho~ I will definitely have fun with these (also hi again :D)!

Tabi x Ayana isn't my favorite ship but I definitely agree that it's a adorable relationship, nothing wrong with liking their ship :)

Thank you for the inspiration, and thank you for sending this, hope this is satisfactory for you!

Headcanons ✨

L - What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Both of their laughs clash with each others, Ayana's being pretty high pitched and adorable with Tabi's being raspy and booming. He doesn't laugh all that much and it usually comes off as a dark chuckle, really unsettling those around him because of his unpredictable nature. Ayana is a different story, she squeals and squeaks, laughing adorably while Tabi is like "o///o". If you get her in a good spot, it can quickly escalate into loud cackles (people often describe it sounding like a witch's).

Q - Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Tabi: "Bah! Don't waste my time with such ridiculous questions!"

He's very dismissive and won't even answer, brushing it off and scoffing. If you attempt to do so, you risk getting a knife to the face.

Ayana: "I dunno, you tell me!"

She cannot say it with a straight face. Everyone can see her cheeks beginning to warm and her smile widen. She is ticklish and if you try to tickle her, she won't stop you.

R - Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Ayana is a mixture of both while Tabi leans toward a ler. She actually enjoys being tickled quite a bit and will even ask for it on occasion (shyly of course). Her boyfriend won't mind and does what she asks, very gentle and loving, all while she's a giggling puddle in his lap. As a ler though, she's rather playful but if anyone tells her to stop, she'll be all pouty but will leave you alone. Tabi isn't the type of guy you ask to tickle or ask to tickle you considering his personality and all the things he's been through. If you aren't very familiar with him, he'll scoff and make you feel especially stupid but if you're someone he trusts and cares for, he'll do it (although hesitates). You expect him to be absolutely merciless (he can be) when in fact, he's quite gentle and makes sure his lee is alright through the process.

M - Their tickle behavior during mornings?

Tabi is very soft and sleepy so he'll only observe her quietly as Ayana giggles away beneath his fingertips. He's very tender and caring about it and will shower her with kisses, complimenting her with his velvety Russian accent, much to her delight. Ayana is much more "awake" and usually the one having to drag her boyfriend out of bed. Usually t-wording is involved and she's quite persistent but doesn't push him too far as she is very aware of his fatigue but does it just enough for him to get up for the day.

N - Their tickle behavior during nights?

A playful tickle fight (yeah I said the word what are you gonna do about it) after a long day, so relaxing right? The two just roll around, trying to get the upper hand while they meanwhile latch onto their weak spots, squeezing and poking away and indulging in each other's laughter. Tabi is shockingly more teasing and playful, more susceptible to pinning Ayana down with her arms above her head, his golden eyes flashing with mischief and curiosity. It's like that until he really hones in, kneading her stomach and thighs, watching her squeal and giggle, making all the stresses of his life melt away. Ayana however is more of a tired t-worder not really trying and only really wanting a good time. Sure she kisses his neck and smiles every time he chokes on his own spit but Ayana only wants to wish her love a good night and wants to see Tabi in peace the next day, only to do it all over again...

W - What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

They have no problem saying it! It's only really apart of their vocabulary because they're describing something else, like a tickle in their throat for example. But Tabi can't help but find it funny when he wiggles his fingers at her real slow, not even needing words to describe what he's doing (keep in mind, he doesn't even tickle her, he just likes to see her flustered). Ayana get's real mad and chases him around their house and tackles him as revenge. For compensation, she demands a dozen kisses, Tabi does so without fail~

K - As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

Tabi's buttery voice makes Ayana go weak to her knees, especially when he's just...cooing at her while she laughs. He knows just how much his voice affects her so he takes full advantage and even goes as far to sound sultry. Ayana has the ability to make him antsy and anticipate for the worst, usually getting into a stance, completely still and unmoving while Tabi is one inch away from the door, prepared to get the fuck out of there.

T - Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

"Oh you poor baby, you want me to stop don't you~? Well too bad, you shouldn't have tried to tickle me!"

His teases may sound like taunts at first but when you really listen to them is when the effects start to kick in and suddenly the torture you've endured has worsened by 10 folds. As a lee, he doesn't even tease them, he just begs for you to stop, his white skull full of color as Ayana digs into his ribs.

"Babe, there's no way you're this ticklish!" Proceeds to ensnare his face with kisses, flustering him and latching onto his sides.

Ayana is very affectionate :)

U - Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Yes they do! The bottom of Ayana's head where it meets her neck is strangely sensitive (they were in the middle of a cuddle session when Tabi figured this out, he never told her he's seen her reaction and is waiting for the perfect time to use it again). Anyone else who has figured this out was met by her arching her neck and back she was trying to impersonate the letter S. Tabi has ticklish hands, especially around the palm area. He at one point giggled like crazy while Ayana traced the center of his hand.

D - What is their most ticklish spot?

HUHUHUEHU THE FUN PART. Tabi's invisible neck (big surprise huh) and torso are the most t-wordish spots. Ayana death spots are on her collarbones, ribs, and feet.

A - What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Tabi is usually not that affectionate, usually doing it in order to teach someone a lesson and as warning for them to fuck off. But with Ayana, he cuddles her and chuckles softly as she giggles out the remainder of her laughter, very careful in making sure he doesn't touch her sensitive areas. Ayana, as stated before, is very loving and will do things for Tabi like giving massages (she gives the best) or making him his favorite food. Sometimes she just kisses him over and over again, feeling comforted in his presence as his golden eyes flash with love and his skull flushes with pink.

Closing argument: They have a very affectionate relationship and need to be recognized more within the friday night funkin' community (fuck I've become fixated)

[hypahticklish]

I saw you liked Fantastic Beasts, and I guess I was just curious if you had any headcanons for Newt! :)

Do I have head cannons for one of my favorite neurodivergent Hufflepuffs - pffftt, oh yea!

Newt Scamander

Gonna do all the questions so click the read more 😊

[Send me a character and I'll answer tickle questions about them!] [Link to my current fandoms]

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

They're about an 4i in terms of locations and an 8 in terms of sensitivity

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

Neck and stomach

3. which spots are they not ticklish?

Picture the front of the human body within a rectangle that boxed shoulder width apart from below his chin to just below his knees. Pretty much everything outside that box isn't ticklish, or at least enough to truly matter

4. what is their laugh like?

Pretty quiet, almost like a snickering/giggling sound, even when something really tickles - he's prone to bouts of silent laughter. That said, he does make weird loud sounds when surprised by tickled (and in general)

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

They do and definitely more in the platonic sense. Newt feels tickling is a very vulnerable and intense type of bonding that he enjoy's with those he cares about.

6. are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

Lee with creatures, a ler with humans

7. who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

His few mates while at Hogwarts, now probably just Jacob and the Goldstein sisters.

8. who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

A lot of his creatures tickle him during various pack bonding rituals such as preening quiet frequently. Additionally, the same humans mentioned above would also be the one's he'd trust to be tickled by

9. does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Sort of?? Mostly in regards to the act with himself involved. Other than that, it's pretty objective to him.

10. are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

No, he accepts it as a fact about himself. He does keep the info to himself generally though just as a caution toward human interactions

11. would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

It's about a 50/50 split depending upon the spot tbh

12. is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

He's a sucker for side tickles - from hip to armpit - they're his favorite both to give and recieve

13. is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

His neck is too sensitive. Newt can handle being tickled on his neck for a very brief amount of time and only with a feather light touch before it becomes panickingly sensitive

14, would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

He's not one to instigate. That said, if someone were to bug him and didn't hit his weak spots first, he would quickly go into predator mode.

15, does teasing affect them?

Only when he's the particular subject. Praising makes his ears burn in embarrassment

[hardyimagines]

An Eternity

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Hey ! Are you taking requests? If so could you write an Alfie Solomon's imagine where they're actually childhood sweethearts and have always been together? Just general fluff between two lovers. 🖤 @peakysnacks

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Friday, January 20th

“Jesus, Alfie.. How many times do I have to tell you!” There was a sharpness in your words, an undertone of a warning he sensed. The desk you were perched up on was growing to be uncomfortable. Your legs were spread wide, feet propped up on his thighs as he resided between your own, seated in his chair. His lips were moving along the length of your inner thigh, scratchy beard scraping your sensitive flesh as he climbed higher and higher, eager to place those plump lips of his against your, he already knew, soaked core. The heels on the base of your shoe were growing to be quite painful as they sunk more firmly into his legs, so he let out a harsh growl before placing his hands on the backs of your calves. Yanking you forward and down, onto his lap, he moved his hands up and around to your hips. You were eye-level with him now.

“Tell me what, pet?” He carried the same tone you did. His mouth found your jaw, lazily kissing the length of it. His lips were creating a lengthy trail to your ear. A breathy hum of delight escaped your parted lips, fingers wrapping in the front of the man’s shirt in order to hold him in place.

“Not to bite my thigh.” You hissed out breathily before slowly wounding your arm around his shoulders. Clutching on to him as he neared your weak spot, your eyes grew droopier by the second, fluttering and fluttering until they closed completely. Arching into him the second his tongue slid over your earlobe, you bit your bottom lip.

“I was hungry.” He teased quietly. Your ankles rotated, legs swinging as they hung off of the sides of the seat. Leaning back sharply at his poor excuse, you lifted your hand to his throat in order to steady him.

“Hungry? I was giving you a perfectly fine meal. You don’t have to try and eat my thigh everytime I let those nasty lips of yours anywhere near me.” Laying your hands flat against his chest, you pat his pecks before rising. Feet planted on either side of his thighs on the wooden floor, you hunched over, hot breaths hitting his ear. “Now you’ll have to starve, Mr. Solomons.” Climbing off of him completely, you fixed the navy blue dress that embraced your form before moving around the table and collapsing in a chair parallel to him. The seat was comfortable and gave you a nice lounging place. Alfie stared at you in shock, mouth watering and stomach growling. He still had quite the appetite and the only thing he’d settle for was the space between your legs. His chair moaned out as he stood and the second he approached, you began to giggle.

Alfie Solomons. How did one put him in words?

Intimidating. Funny. Handsome. Mean. But sweet when he wants to be. Amazing in bed. Hairy. Cuddly. Possessive. Defensive. In love with power. Difficult. Disobedient.

His tongue ran along your slit slowly, taking his time to worship every part of you.

Giving. Patient.

He yanked your legs open before gripping your calves and guiding them around his head so he could delve deeper.

Maybe impatient.

A loud rumble of laughter escaped your lips as he suckled on the most sensitive space, the little bundle of nerves. You locked your hand in the back of his hair, tugging feverishly. You hated how ticklish you were, but it didn’t stop the man, currently feasting on you, in the slightest.

Faithful. Opinionated. Verbal.

You’d been dating him since you’d been in your 6th year of school. You could still remember the day little Alfie Solomons had approached you in the cafeteria lunch line, grabbed ahold of your hand, and asked if you’d be his girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be cute if that had lasted all this time?

Sharing juice boxes and sneaking kisses at recess. He was absolutely infatuated with you at such a young age. Ten years old was so young to fall in love, but he didn’t realize until he was sixteen. You were a little bit younger, but he wasn’t bothered by the fact. He turned into this clingy, obsessed, desperate teenage boy who tried his hardest to be sly, collected, discreet about his feelings, but he was so obvious. And you were so in love with him. Being younger made you curious. It made you interested. But being with someone whom you’d had a previous cute relationship with when you were just a little girl gave the whole situation some comedic relief.

Alfie was the kindest boy you’d ever met. He walked you to class. Walked you home. Took you to lunch. Bought you flowers. Took you on cute dates, gave you sweet kisses. He was very respectful when it came to you, so when the pair of you decided that you were going to love one another for eternity.. well, you hadn’t really complained.

Now here you were, legs draped over your husband’s shoulders, slouched crookedly in a chair as the man knelt on his knees, eating you as if you were a ripe piece of fruit, tender and juicy. And so very delicious. Your hands curled tighter in his brown locks. He was nearing forty now which meant he’d loved you for almost twenty years. Your eyes clamped shut. Oh, how he loved you. Life didn’t get better than this. Spending forever with your best friend by your side was a fairy tale. It was what you read about in story books, it wasn’t what people were lucky enough to actually experience.

“Mr. Solomons!” The loud shout belonged to none other than Ollie, Alfie’s right hand man. “Alfie!” The voice came again, growing to be increasingly louder. But Alfie didn’t stop what he was doing, not until your thighs quaked and your head tipped back, mouth hanging open in a silent cry. He wiped the moisture from his beard and swiftly fixed your dress before standing in front of you. Apart from his heavy breaths and your occasional trembling as you recovered from your orgasm, nothing was unusual. “Mr.. Solomons, sir, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Ollie spoke the second he threw the door open. “There’s a man here, Luca something.. says he’s here to speak about Tommy Shelby.” Ollie’s words shook, similar to his body — and yours. He was stood in front of Alfie with a quivering lip and a towel in his hands, wringing it nervously.

“Changretta.” Alfie stated simply before sending Ollie away with a wave of his hand. “Tell him I’ll meet him downstairs, yeah?” The lad in the door nodded once. Ollie bid you a brief good morning before twisting around and vanishing from the room. The sound of his footsteps racing down the flight of stairs could be heard as you and Alfie exchanged a silent look.

“Now what business could you possibly have with Luca Changretta?” You whispered breathily before pushing yourself up from your slouched position in the seat. Moaning out under your breath, you stood to smooth down your dress.

“Nothing that concerns you, is it, pet?” He pinched the sleeve of your dress before dragging you toward him. Your side pressed to his front. “You stay up here, stubborn lass, I’ll be right back, yeah?” His lips skimmed your temple before he nudged you toward his office chair. You obeyed simply because you knew better than to get involved with any of Alfie’s allies or enemies, it was never good for them to see how much the man loved you. Knowing a man’s weakness was like holding a gun to his head. You dropped down in the chair before laying your elbows on the arm rests, warm eyes gliding along his calm expression. He was never worried. Typically, he got what he want. And when he didn’t? Well.. he still managed to get something.

Alfie sent a quick wink your way before removing the spectacles from his face and instead allowing them to drape around his neck. He licked his lips before twisting around and heading out of the room. His boots were much louder than Ollie’s retreating ones had been. They were much more hollow and deep. Your fingertips lazily grazed the desk before sliding to the corner so you could mess with the lamp that sat, perched, on the corner of the table. Caressing the string absentmindedly, you twisted it around your finger before swiftly tugging it and turning the bright bulb on. You tugged again and it cut off. Again, and again, you repeated the lazy action, eyes glistening when the bulb would illuminate your face. Alfie usually took around an hour with these meetings of his so you’d busy yourself with fidgeting.

The tip of your finger slid south to the desk’s drawers. Hauling them open one by one, you rummaged through the contents. Unsurprised to find a disorganized clutter in the first drawer and a revolver in the second, you nudged the both of them shut with your palm before looking toward the tall vanity in the corner. Books, you could read. You could organize the clutter. Sort through paperwork. Sign his signature on documents he’d already approved of.

You stood from the chair and moved around the large desk to the window. Peering out of the thing, you stared down at the men below, hard at work. The machinery was relatively loud, lots of chirping and whirring. You scrunched your features up, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed as you watched. You didn’t have the best vision, so pulling strange faces was what it took in order to see clearly. Alfie wasn’t in the room you were peering in. He was probably further down the corridor, sat in a chair or on a barrel with his cane laid over his lap. You bit your bottom lip before leaning agaisnt the smudged window. You wondered silently how after years and years of loving this man, the feelings hadn’t faded. You’d never believed in true love as a child. Not until you’d hit your teens and the boy you were dating made you swoon unimaginably. You missed him already and he’d only been gone for a few minutes.

Pushing yourself off and away from the glass, you moved to the door so you could haul it open and head downstairs to converse with some of the men. Everyone knew you — and why wouldn’t they, you’d been here since the very beginning. They’d known you as long as they’d known Alfie and whenever the blokes had been introduced, you’d been stood tall at your husband’s side. ‘Off limits’ he’d told them all. They’d hardly looked at you during there first few months of work, but now they were friendly, kind, more than willing to associate with you as long as you initiated it.

You spent the next hour propping yourself up on tables, talking to whoever seemed to be the least amount of busy. The men doing the work tended to pause momentarily in order to hold conversation with you and you found it quite polite. You liked all the men here well enough. But Ollie, whiner he was, was your favorite. “Oh!” You excused yourself sweetly from a conversation you’d formed between three men. Wiggling past them, you raced after Alfie’s right-hand man. “Ollie.” In the nick of time, you’d gripped his elbow and lugged him back. He was about to go into the room Alfie was in. “Question.” You peered up at the tall lad.

Ollie shook his head. “I ain’t discussing Changretta with you. Alfie’ll have my head. He’s not in a good mood, Miss, Changretta’s really agitating him.” You narrowed your eyes before looking toward the door. Folding your arms slowly, you inhaled deeply. You took a step forward so you could at least call your husband out of the room to check in on him, but Ollie gripped your wrist and gently drew you back. “You can’t go in there. Really, ma’am, Alfie wants you as far away from Luca Changretta as possible. That man in there, he..” There was no time for Ollie to finish. The door beside the pair of you was yanked open and a heavily breathing Alfie stood in the doorway.

“Ollie.” He ground out before extending his arm. He snatched the papers from the boy — an inquisitive look in his eye as to why the boy was taking so long, but once he looked toward you, he realized. “Get upstairs.” He demanded rather loudly.. harshly, before beginning to move back into the room. You stepped around Ollie then and swiftly gripped the belly of Alfie’s shirt.

“I’m sorry?” You lifted a brow. Your eyes shimmered with disbelief. Surely he wasn’t talking to you in such a manner. Alfie stared down at you with a look that said ‘I don’t have time for this’, but he didn’t want to rile you up.

“Pet, please.” His hand found the crook of your hip, lazily tracing the silky fabric that hugged your form. “Go on up there and keep my seat warm for me, right, I’ll be up there in just a fucking second.” He was getting angry. You heard it in the harshness of his ‘f’. You eased your grip on his shirt before leaning up and stealing the softest kiss. It was apologetic for leaving the office, but also a way of telling him that he wasn’t off the hook for shouting at you the way he just had. You spun on your heel and made movement to leave, but the door opened wider and the man they’d been trying to keep you away from stood behind Alfie.

“Who’s this?” The new voice chimed in. It wasn’t deep like Alfie’s or husky like his either. It was rather unexpected — light. You peered up at him before pursing your lips and rudely twisting away. A clear indication you had no interest in speaking to him. Making your way away from the man and the introduction, your heels clacked noisily against the hard floor as you headed back toward the stairs. Every man in the distillery was looking toward Changretta, all guarded and ready to step forward if Alfie needed them. Alfie waved his arm, signaling them all to get back to their work before he looked to Changretta.

“She’s a bit off limits, mate. To talk about, you know, so we, yeah, can discuss whatever else it were about my good friend, Tommy Shelby, or you can be on your way, innit. You remember where it was, don’t you, the exit.” His thumb ushered over his shoulder and toward the door. Changretta snarled before setting his hand on Alfie’s back. Patting it, he turned around and headed back toward the man who’d been stood at his side the whole time.

“I think we’ve done all the talking we need, Mr. Solomons. Just need a verbal agreement from you now,” His brows twitched. “Do we have a deal?” The bloke inquired. Alfie narrowed his eyes in the slightest before settling back down on the barrel he’d made his seat earlier. He pulled a grimace, fingers twitching as they curled around his cane. He tsked lowly before adjusting himself. Tommy was right about Changretta.

“No negotiation, then?” Alfie rose from his place. “Ollie, see the lad out, yeah.” Ruffling his messy locks, he retreated from the room, tuning out Changretta’s shouts to be acknowledged. Alfie didn’t care. He was done talking. He passed Ollie with a quiet swear before he opened the door and made his way back through the distillery, pausing long enough to ensure that word got around to avoid Luca Changretta. He popped his back before he climbed the stairs, arms bent back and around him so he could push his thumbs into his spine. The delightful feeling made him capable of climbing the flight of steep steps without having to pause.

You were sat on the seat behind the desk, fingertips curled around one of the pens he had inside the cup holder. The tip smoothly slid along the paper on the surface as you lazily wrote out a variety of random words. Boredom had gotten the best of you. The door in the corner opened with a creak and when you looked toward the doorway to find the man you’d assumed entered, you lifted a brow. “He’s gone, then?” Alfie nodded once. You sensed the tension he felt — and not because of his stiff back. Standing from the seat, you laid the pen down and made your way over to him. Your hands lifted to his arms. “I won’t pry, but can you just tell me you’re safe.” He looked heavy. Like Luca Changretta had just tied an anchor around your husband’s shoulders. “Alfie?” You spoke quietly when he didn’t reply. It took him a few more moments, but when he registered that he was being spoken to, he pressed his lips together before letting them pop.

“Luca Changretta, yeah, he wants me to help him in the murdering of Tommy fucking Shelby.” Alfie peered down at you, waiting to see the inevitable shock cross your pretty features. It did. Your lips parted and your eyes widened.

“Thomas.. Shelby? Surely you said no?” The twitch of your upper lip told the man that if he hadn’t said no then he was in for a rude awakening.

“Course I didn’t give the fucker a verbal answer, did I, pet. Just walked out on him, right, the bloke knows, id never harm a mate of mine.” Alfie mumbled under his breath as he slipped past you. He moved toward the cabinet in the corner. Pinching the rusted handles, he tugged on the drawers and removed the bottle of whisky. You scoffed.

“Jesus, Alfie. I hope you know what you’re doing.. I mean, you hardly know this Changretta or what he’s capable of.” Setting your hands on your hips, your eyes trailed along his back, watching the muscles flex beneath the thin white shirt he wore as he poured himself a shot of the liquor.

“Right, then, have you fucking forgot who you’re married to, dove?” He turned around, small glass cradled in his fist as he faced you completely. “He’s more terrified of me, then I am of him, pet. Hes heard things, innit, from all the blokes who’ve had the pleasure of doing business with me.”

“As big and scary as you are, Mr. Solomons, I don’t think he’s going to feel too threatened. He wouldn’t have shown up at your workplace and..” Alfie gave you a dismissive look. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He heaved a loud sigh, one that silenced you from speaking any further.

“Right, you’re worrying, ain’t ya?” He tipped the drink back and swallowed it all in one gulp before discarding the glass on his desk. Moving toward you, his wide palms found the ones on your hips. Gently taking ahold of you, he pulled you in close. “You think lanky, little, Changretta is gonna hurt me?” The look in your eye told him he was right. “I’ve had a lot of enemies since I’ve been doing this, pet, right, and nobody’s even come close, have they?” Apart from a few bar brawls and drunken street fights, no. Your head shook. “That’s right, and nobody’s gonna come fucking knocking at our door to hurt me because I don’t fuck no one over, do I?” He sighed once more before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Alfie.” Your head tilted back so you could see him completely. “You just had a discussion with a man you just met about killing a man you’ve known for a few months, I think that classifies as ‘fucking someone over’. And Thomas doesn’t seem too forgiving..” Your hand lifted to his cheek, fingertips delicately tracing the length of his skin. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” He straightened defensively at your words before slowly shaking his head.

“We’re not going down that road, pet, that’s enough. Right. I’m here, im fine. There’s not gonna be any fucking trouble, I swear it.” The hand you’d placed on his cheek had slid down to his neck and now resided there. Lazily caressing his heated skin, you took a deep breath before shrinking away from him. You’d believe what he said because it sounded so comforting. So believable. Whether or not it was true — you didn’t know, but it was nice to calm your scattered thoughts for the time being. You patted his forearm before moving to the corner to stand by the window. Propping it open in the slightest so some fresh air could waft through, you exhaled. “Lets head home, yeah?” The sound of the man lifting his coat from the back of his chair could be heard because of how heavy the fabric was. It was only mid-day, so you thought it was rather unusual for him to just decide to go home, but you didn’t complain. Alfie took your hand and tugged you away from the window and your body obediently went along with his.

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Monday, January 23.

Trouble hasn’t come knocking and you knew if there was any to expect, it would’ve been here by now. The sun was low in the sky, very distant as it lowered itself down, down, down to hide behind the mountains. The rain was falling softly, a quiet pitter patter as it bounced off of the cement and rolled toward the sewers. The hot pot on the stove smelled delicious, steam escaping from the lid placed on top of the nearly fully-cooked meal. Alfie was sitting at the dinner table, newspaper in hand, opened fully. The corners kept folding so he’d jerk the thin paper back into place, blue eyes running along the pages with curiosity. The spectacles on his face kept falling from their rightful position, so he’d wrinkle his nose in a poor attempt to return them to their previous spot, but they wouldn’t budge — and when he settled for pushing them up with his pointer finger, they just slid back down two seconds later.

Opening the cabinet, you pulled out two bowls and filled each one with the hot soup. Pinching two ice cubes, you dropped them into the bowls and stirred the icy blocks around. Lifting the dishes from the counter, you carried the both of them to the table and set one down in front of Alfie before placing the other in front of your vacant chair. Cyril gobbled his food down noisily in the corner, chomping like he hadn’t eaten in months. You smiled fondly before grabbing the shakers of salt and pepper and then settling down at the man’s side. Your knee bumped his beneath the table before your warm palm slid to his leg. “Earth to Alfie?”

His eyes lifted to yours over the rim of the paper. He instantly closed the thing and rolled it up before shoving it beneath his thigh. “Sorry, pet,” He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. “Thank you for the food.” The sound of his rings clinking against the silverware was a soft, regular occurance. He sunk his utensil into the bowl without hesitation, ready to devour the food in front of him, but you swiftly reached for his wrist and ceased his impatient movements.

“I swear I’m married to a child. Honey, you’re going to burn your tongue.” He always did. You lowered the spoon back down to his bowl and shook your head. “Stir the ice cube around, it’ll cool it down enough for you to eat it right away.” Alfie did so. He smiled lopsidedly in your direction before, with care this time, lifting another spoonful. He blew on it for extra measure before taking a bite. His stomach growled out in enjoyment, instantly begging for more and he hadn’t even swallowed the first bite yet, he was letting his tongue absorb the taste, savoring it because he knew he’d finish it in minutes.

The pair of you sat in the kitchen for a while, making small conversation as you ate. He was exhausted from the long day at work and you were the same. You helped out, basically working as his assistant but he’d never label you such a thing seeing as between the two of you, you were in charge.

The sun was gone now. The sky was dark. The pair of you had eventually made your way to the living room to curl up on the sofa and rest. Alfie still had his newspaper and you had a full belly. The dishes in the kitchen were washed and put away, the floor was swept, and Cyril had been taken to use the restroom so your tasks for the night were done. It was time to just be. Your head was propped up against Alfie’s arm, eyes gliding along the pages of your book as the dying fire in the center of the room casted it’s dimming light on the pair of you. The soft crackling of the logs of wood was peaceful as you lost yourself in the fictional world you held in your hands. Alfie read something much more realistic, checking up on the real world. His hand resided on your leg, lazily tracing your warm flesh as he used his free hand to pinch the now folded paper. Before the pair of you had gotten too comfy, you’d gone upstairs to brush your teeth and change into a nightgown, but Alfie was still dressed for work. Trousers, boots, white shirt, vest, suspenders, chains, rings, the entire lot.

His finger ran from the smooth flesh of your knee all the way up and along your thigh until the pad of his thumb found the jagged space of your inner thigh where a rather large scar resided. It tore his attention away from the paper instantly, blue eyes narrowing toward the gash. He shifted, leaning forward to get a better view. How had he forgotten about the mark? He’d had his face buried between these very thighs not too long ago, but he supposed something as tender as a tongue wasn’t going to notice the difference in texture when moving so rapidly and hurriedly toward its destination. He was infatuated with the blemish. “Pet?” His voice was hoarse from not speaking for a while. Your ears twitched.

“Fire.” You whispered to him quietly. “It’s a burn, Alfie.” Adjusting your leg to discreetly try and brush his hand — and attention — away from the spot, you flipped the page of your book and tried to continue reading, but your focus was now on your husband.

“How’d I forget about it, then? When the fuck were you in a fire?” The blatant confusion on his face was enough to make you smile. He looked so innocent. Such a dangerous trait to have.. so deceiving for someone who didn’t know this man. Your lips pursed. Memorizing the page number, you shut the novel and set it to the side before moving closer to him.

“When I was fourteen. It was right before we started dating. Don’t you remember? The car fire?” Attempting to jog his memory was hard. He was horrible with memories. “I was driving home and the steering wheel jammed. I couldn’t turn.. when I crashed, I got wedged in and the fire started so suddenly.” You could tell he was straining his ears, listening so intently. “Just a sliver of the flame got me, when I eventually wiggled out.” Your eyes dropped to the scar, adjusting your leg so he could see it more clearly. His eyes lowered along with yours, scrutinizing the mark before he leaned forward further. His fingertips brushed along the tissue before he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

“I can’t believe I don’t remember that, pet. And I can’t believe I’ve never fucking noticed it either.” Your eyes shifted back to your closed book.

“I thought you’d noticed.. maybe you just didn’t want to ask about it.” The flame in the pit died completely, leaving the pair of you in the dark. You wiggled closer to him, seeking the warmth and comfort that only he could offer.

“No, pet, definitely fucking not, yeah. I wouldnt be shy to ask my wife about a little mark.” His hand slid up to your chin, lazily beginning to caress it.

“Yeah. Well, it’s not the prettiest spot to have.” Rising from the cushion before he could register what you’d said, you moved to the fireplace and swiftly lit a match. Chucking it into the hole so the logs would ignite once more, you twisted around to find your husband with narrowed eyes and another look of confusion.

“Right, tell me if I’m wrong, pet, but are you saying that you, yeah, you think that spot makes you fucking ugly?” Alfie stood from the sofa and tossed his paper down on the coffee table. Stepping over Cyril who was fast asleep at the foot of the couch, he approached you with a look of disbelief. Words never worked with you, he’d learned that in the beginning. You stared up at him, suckling on your bottom lip because you knew he was about to lecture you over your comment. He’d call you beautiful, tell you that the gash was nothing to be ashamed of, and while you waited for him to say what you assumed he would, you shut your eyes for just a brief moment.

Alfie knelt down on the floor in front of you. His wide palm found the back of your thigh and his free hand slid to your calf. Turning your leg so that the scar was completely visible, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the permanent damage. His mouth was tender, slow, sweet and warm. Your eyes fluttered open in surprise, fingertips twitching before slowly moving to the top of his head. His kisses werent rushed. They didn’t move north in order to make this sexual. His fingers kneaded your skin delicately, mouth opening against your scar so he could whisper.

“I’nt a thing fucking wrong with this here beauty, pet.” His words were heavy, genuine, hot breaths drying the now wet scar. “Not a fucking thing.” You bit your bottom lip before slowly lowering yourself down in front of him. Looping your arms around his neck, you shuffled closer so it was your lips that now rested centimeters apart.

“I was so sad during that time, Alfie.. so drained and exhausted. I felt so alone.” Your fingertips traced the sides of his head, twisting lazily in his brown locks. “And then you showed up.. ready to wow me like you had when we were just kids.” Alfie’s lips curved upward slowly, hands moving to your sides. “Do you remember our first kiss?” The question was soft. Alfie almost hadn’t heard you. It was quite random seeing as it wasn’t relative to the previous topic, but he didn’t mind. He assumed you were done discussing the scar and he didn’t want to push and pry so he let it go.

“When I was ten or when I was sixteen?” He inquired. His body fell back so he could sit instead on his rear. He drew you forward and into his lap, arms wounding around you as he stared up at your features. Half of your face was glowing from the dancing flame and the other was casted in a dark shadow. His was the same.

“Sixteen.” You whispered before nibbling on your bottom lip. When he was ten and you were eight, he’d stolen offguard kisses — pecks, and you’d thought he was annoyingly cute.

Alfie’s lips curved upward. “No, remind me.”

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1895.

The snow crunched noisily beneath your boots as you made your way down the dark, crowded streets. The trousers you wore, suggested by a family doctor, hid the bandage wrapped around your thigh, protecting your burn from infection. The top you wore was something your mother had helped you to create from an old dress you no longer wore and you actually found the outfit to be quiet cute. The heavy jacket, puffed out like a marshmallow, protected you from the merciless, icy winds, whipping your hair in this direction and that. Luckily you had curled it so even if it were messy, it would still look good.

The lights in the distant were a clear indication that that was your destination and the large banner that read ‘happy birthday’ was another sign you were getting closer and closer. You didn’t even know why you were attending this event, you hardly liked the birthday girl. But your mother had urged you to go, to get out of the house and be a teenager for once. So you’d listened after a lot of nagging.

The closer you got, the louder the music became. It was almost deafening. People raced by you to beat you to the entrance, party lights bordering the entry way. You entered with a shy expression plastered on your face, fingers brushing through your strands to do your best and blindly situate them. Everyone in the room cradled a drink and wore a drunken smile as they clumsily weaved past each other. Nobody here looked familiar and it was because they were all at least two years above you so you didn’t know what you’d end up doing. Internally, your brain told you to turn around and leave — go back home while you still could, you were going to wound up stood in a corner for the entirety of the night. You turned around to head for the door, but instead slammed into someone. Reeling back in surprise, your fingers caught on to your victim, apology instantly leaving your lips.

“Shit, sorry, I..” The clumsy excuse was seconds from fully escaping you. The lad in front of you was handsome. Dark hair, green eyes, sincere smile.

“Don’t worry about it. It isn’t the first time to happen tonight.” His words eased your embarrassment a little. The boy looked toward your coat briefly before shuffling his feet. “Do you want me to take that for you?” His smile was humorous, soft, very kind as he extended his arm. You nibbled on your bottom lip before pushing out all the anxiety and worry that swarmed you. Removing the coat, you handed it over to him gratefully before licking your lips. It was hard to hear him when he asked if you wanted to go get a drink, so when you didnt respond, he took your hand and led you to the kitchen. It was significantly quieter.

The boy’s name was Sailor. He was almost seventeen. He had visible freckles that were scattered along his cheeks, nose, and forehead. Green eyes, so easy to get lost in. A white-toothed smile. He was dressed down in a baggy shirt with some trousers and although the attire probably would’ve looked horrible on others, he could pull it off. The pair of you stood, leaning against parallel counters, conversing for what felt like forever. It was actually quite nice and you didn’t want anything to interrupt it — especially not the goon who came tumbling into the room.

Your head turned over your shoulder at the noisy bloke that stumbled in. Cup in hand and lopsided grin on his lips, the boy merely glanced toward Sailor before letting his eyes drop on you. Both of you scanned one another, curious to know why you looked so familiar. You realized why first, but when Alfie did, you were sure the whole house heard him.

“Y/N!” The cup in his hand fell to the counter at his side. “How the hell have you been?” The question was over-eager, voice too loud for his own good. He was definitely intoxicated, but his red, warm cheeks gave that away before his loud words.

“Good, Alfie.. I’ve been good.” Your smile was gentle, sweet, amused, concerned. He almost toppled over when he moved toward you. Half of you wondered if he was really this shitfaced or if his brain had merely convinced him he was because he was young, stupid, and drinking. You peered up at him before looking toward Sailor. The boys apparently knew each other because when they made eye contact, it was like a switch had been flipped and tension swarmed the room. Alfie wasn’t aware Sailor was talking to you at first, but now that he was, he felt instantly protective.

Sailor was a pretty boy. A charmer. A handsome fellow who knew exactly what to say and what to do to get any girl he wanted — and once he got them, he trashed them. Alfie narrowed his eyes before attempting to sober up. “You look good, yeah, great actually, fucking beautiful.” He grumbled out softly. Sailor sensed Alfie was trying to swoop in so he shook his head.

“Mate, come on, take yourself elsewhere. Y/n and I are having a nice conversation, don’t be a cunt.” Sailor placed his hand on Alfie’s back and made movement to usher him out of the room.

“Mate.” Alfie shoved the boy off. “I’ll have you know I’m technically still dating the lass. Every since we was ten.” He let out a low chortle before looking in your direction. “Never broke up with me, did you, pet?”

“It was insinuated.” You lifted your brows before laying your hand on the counter. Looking toward Sailor, you pulled your lips in. “He’s harmless, it’s fine.” Your fingers wrapped around Sailor’s gently before dragging him toward you so you could continue with your conversation. Alfie watched intently, a twinge of envy forming in his chest. He lifted his hand to the back of his head and scratched at his scalp.

“Pet?” Alfie cut in again. “Mind if I steal you for just a second. I just want to catch up.” Your eyes moved between Sailor’s, studying them before you bit your cheek. You didn’t blame Alfie for being persistent.. it had been a long time since you’d seen one another and Sailor was technically still a stranger.

“Okay, can you go find us a private space..” Your voice was too low for Alfie to hear. “And I’ll talk to him in the meantime?” Sailor folded his arms before giving you a short nod. He slipped past you without so much as a brush of the fingers or a smile. You turned around slowly, innocent eyes latching on to your very first boyfriend.

Alfie stood with a smug grin, fingers twitching before he shoved them into his pockets. He whistled lowly before stepping forward and toward you. “Look at you. All grown up now, ain’t ya?” His eyes fell to your trousers. “And wearing men’s pants.”

“They’re fashionable.” Your lips curved upwards. Eyeing the man under an unwavering stare, you studied him. He was very handsome. Far too handsome. Brown hair, floppy, long enough to brush your hands through. Dangerous, blue eyes, so luring and rather intoxicating. Plump lips with such a dashing smile. He had seemingly permanent lines on his forehead which only became deeper when he would smile.

“Yeah, pet, I think you’re probably the only female in the fucking world, right, who’s able to pull those ugly fuckers off.” He slunk toward you, finger lifting to trace one of the belt loops on your slacks. There was a moment of silence. “Where’d you run off to, hm? Haven’t seen you in what feels like forever, innit.”

“My mom had a job transfer.. I go where she goes, you know.” Staring up at him, your eyes flickered along his face, admiring him blatantly.

He grunted in understanding, finger continuing to lazily stroke the hem of your trousers. He swiftly hooked his finger in the loop and drew you in closer to him. “You couldve said goodbye, you know, right, you were my best friend.” Your hand lifted to his chest, pressing against it flatly to keep some amount of space between the two of you.

“Easy, Solomons.” You whispered. “I didn’t have the chance. I cried about it for a week if that makes you feel any better.” Distancing in the slightest, your hand dropped to his but only so you could gently brush his touch off. It was wrong to flirt with Sailor and then let this boy put his hands on you, wasn’t it?

“Slightly.” He chuckled, but your touch silenced him. He stuck his hand in his pocket once more. “What’re you doing standing around talking to Sailor? He’s a cunt, pet.” You pulled your lips in. “He’ll fuck anything that breathes and then leave it where he found it.”

“Mr. Solomons, I think you’re just jealous. That ten year old little boy is clawing at your heart right now, isn’t he?” Lifting your small hand to his chest, you traced a line along the length of his heart. “Tell him I said hello.” You turned around and moved to the door, but Alfie hurried after you.

“Pet, hang on, yeah, I’m just looking out for you. Talk to anyone here, alright. Do what you fucking want, but I don’t want to see you get hurt, and Sailor is going to do that, yeah, hurt you.” You inhaled deeply before looking back toward him. He knew Sailor better than you did. A roll of your eyes was enough confirmation for Alfie that he’d won. You moved back to the counter and set your arms on the surface. There was a lingering silence in the kitchen, one that was rather comfortable. But Alfie, as you figured he would, spoke up and broke it. “You look real pretty, you know? Didn’t expect you to grow up and look so.. like this.” He shyly shifted. You could tell he was struggling to flirt and that told you he didn’t do it very often. Sailor was forgotten in a span of just a few seconds.

“Did you think I’d be ugly?” You giggled out breathily before straightening. His head shook instantly, far quicker than you’d thought it would. He stepped closer, chest lifting with his intake of oxygen.

“No, just always expected you to look normal cute, not breathtaking.” Oh, he was good.

You stepped toward him then, fingers lifting to his chest. You just wanted to play with him, flirt with him, tease him like he was doing to you, but the hard muscles beneath the shirt made you lose the willpower to mess with him. Caressing the broad surface, your eyes moved between his own. “You don’t look too bad..” You smiled. “In fact, if I was as pumped full of alcohol as you, I’d probably have the courage to compliment you.” Your fingers trailed up to his jaw, lazily tracing the stubble poking out of his flesh. He smiled down at you before lifting his hand to your hip. He didn’t have any intentions of doing anything, he just wanted to protect you from the dicks he knew would come after you.

“Let’s pretend you’re drunk then.” He smirked. “I’ll take a compliment.” The giggle that left your lips was genuine. He’d put you on the spot and humor overrode embrassment.

“I’m not good with words, Alfie. You just.. You look really handsome. You- I didn’t expect you to be so good looking either. I mean, you were just a goofy boy I kissed because I thought you were dorky cute, but now you’re.. cute but also quite..” What was the word? “sexy?” You tried. Did that sound right leaving your lips? Apparently so, Alfie had gone red in the face. He flushed vibrantly before dragging you in closer to him. His eyes latched on to your own and his face neared. You gasped quietly before lifting your hand to his mouth.

“You’re joking.. right?” Another sharp giggle left your lips.

“What?” He straightened, visibly embarrassed that you’d stopped the kiss.

“You were going to kiss me just then!”

“No- no I wasn’t.” He attempted to pull a believable confused expression, but you could see it was fake.

“You were.” You smirked. “What’s the matter, Solomons, too shy to admit it?” His shoulders shrugged as if your words meant nothing. He could admit it, it just wasn’t the truth. “So you were just leaning in for what?” The air between the two of you was growing tense. Alfie just wanted to kiss you and the more you spoke about it, the stronger his urge became. And you, you wanted to kiss him now because all this talking about it was making you curious to kiss those big, plump, pink lips.

“For nothing.” He narrowed his eyes, tone growing to be a bit harsh, defensive. Your laughter was beginning to agitate him. It was too mocking.

“I didn’t know you still had a crush on me.” You teased, warm eyes watering from how much this situation tickled you. Alfie was growing frustrated. He felt like he was being taunted! He had no control over his automatic actions. His fingers curled around your hips and as if you were the weight of a rag doll, he lifted you, spun you around, and pressed you against the counter. His hand slid from your hip, along your side and up to your throat. He cradled your flesh delicately, hot breaths mingling with your own as he had an inner battle with himself. “Well, what are you waiting for?” You whispered hotly, breaths tickling his lips. His chest pressed to your own and his mouth didn’t hesitate in the slightest this time. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against yours, hand making its way from your jugular around to the back of your head.

Your mouths fought, both eager for the lead, dominance being tossed between the pair of you. Your arms wound around his broad shoulders, gripping on to him tightly — afraid he’d disappear. When you were ten, it was just pecks. A bird’s kiss. But this, oh, this was so much more passionate. Your tongue slid over his own, determined to taste him as much as you could. He was doing the same, practically devouring you. Little moans escaped your lips, mews, whimpers. Grunts fell from him, small sounds that made your ears twitch. His hips sunk forward, dipping so firmly against your own that you gasped out loudly at the surprising jolt of warmth and arousal that washed through you. Now that was a completely new feeling for you. “Alfie, I haven’t done that yet.”

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“Alfie, I haven’t done that yet.” You finished the story off with a lazy grin. “You were going to try and screw me the first time you kissed me, cheeky bastard.” You stole a soft kiss from him before moving your mouth along his cheek and down south to his neck. Your kisses were chaste, sweet, just little actions of comfort, not anything that needed to lead to more.

“I was gentle with you, weren’t I?” He asked quietly. His body was heavy with warmth at the recollection of memories. And he did, very distinctly, remember you halting him when he tried to grind against you because you were a virgin. He remembered the tone of voice, the expression on your face. Your heavy pants, breathless from the kiss. He’d vowed in that moment to protect you from everyone. You’d be his and he made damn sure of it.

“Course you were, darling.” You hummed against his throat. “I don’t think anybody else would’ve been as careful with me.” Lifting your head so you could see him, your hands cupped his cheeks. “I hit the jackpot with you, Solomons.” Stealing another kiss before standing from his lap, you looked toward the fire that was dying again. Ensuring the flame vanished and the house wouldn’t catch on fire, you hunched over and grabbed ahold of your husband’s hand. “Come on, lets go to bed.. you can jog my memory over how you took my virginity.” Slapping his bum playfully when he stood, you hooked your arms around his waist and kissed the front of his chest. “Better yet, maybe you can show me.” Dragging yourself away from him, you raced toward the steps, bounding up them like a giddy child, mostly because you had to pee and wanted to do so before the man got his greedy hands on you. Alfie was hot on your heels, stomach flipping with happiness and smile gracing his lips. He was so in love with you, it worried him. How could two people be so utterly devoted to one another. The man followed you into the bathroom before slamming the door shut.

The empty streets were silent. Not a cricket chirped or a bird cawed for all the creatures were fast asleep, too exhausted to make a peep. But the couple, tucked away inside the bathroom, were too happy and giddy to be as sleepy as the surrounding occupants of the world. Giggles fell from your lips as you tried your best to keep him away so you could at least use the bathroom, but soon enough the house’s peaceful aura would be overridden by the loud noises escaping the bedroom — if the two of you could even make it there — and the thin walls meant the neighbors were sure to wake up. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was that the childhood sweethearts, wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace, were happy. And nothing would ever ruin that.

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A/N: HI IM REALLY PROUD OF THIS AND I LOVE THE WAY IT TURNED OUT!!!

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Ali & Carly

Ali: How do you like your  🥚🍳 in the morning? Carly: no 🐣 Carly: ha Ali: 🐔 didn't show up in your roost later, did he? Carly: he must be scared of you Carly: 🔮 Ali: or my 🐺 Carly: maybe Ali: eggs aside, how you feeling, chick? Carly: 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: 👎👎👎👎👎 Ali: unacceptable! Ali: what do you need, kill or cure? Carly: cure forever Carly: im too young to die Ali: I'll swing by with my witches brew Ali: actually doesn't taste like ☠ either Ali: pure 😇 Carly: aw Carly: really? Ali: 'course, not gonna half-arse the job Ali: and it makes a full pot, no sense in not sharing the 💚 Carly: 💙 Carly: wat does it taste like? Ali: like Christmas 🎄🎅🤶🎁❄️🌨️☃️✨🌟 Carly: 😋😊🥰 Ali: it's got ginger and peppermint in Ali: the only other person hanging out their arse is my brother and he would rather die 'cos he's grumpy 👴 man energy so Carly: no 🦃 tho yea?! ha Carly: oh no he sounds like my da Carly: which cute bro is it? Ali: definitely not 😂 Ali: some greens but not sprouts Ali: the freckly one Carly: did u heal my heart to 💔😢? Carly: course itd be the most beautiful one Ali: oh no, you're delirious Ali: I'll come quick 😜 Carly: dont b jealous 👼 hes only the most beautiful boy Ali: 😏 My ma'll be gutted Carly: do u have a tea for that? Ali: 🍋 'cos she's so bitter? Ali: I'll see if she goes for it Carly: noooo 🍯 so she wont be Ali: you're too sweet yourself, Walsh Carly: aw Carly: but ur the 1 who saved me Carly: ur the sweetest Ali: anyone would Carly: nah ur the 1st Carly: not just saying it to u get ur fairy wings Ali: had to fly away from that particular 🐔 plenty myself Ali: harmless and flightless though he is, most the time Carly: yea Carly: he talks about u wen hes been on it Carly: the 1 that flew away Ali: uh oh Ali: can't let a boy ✂ your wings Ali: ever Ali: ever Ali: 👼🏽 🐔 🐧 🐦 🐤 🐣 🐥 🦆 🦢 🦅 🦉 🦚 🦜 🦇 🐝 🦋 🐞 🦗 🦟 🐓 🦃 🕊 Carly: im 😕💫🙃 but idk if those were the guests i danced with Carly: did get a cute lil 🎶🎤 to fall asleep to tho 💙🕊 Carly: 🌚🌝🌛🌜🌞 Ali: very 👸 of you though Ali: I can 👀 it Carly: my ma is trying to make me clean Carly: 🐇🐁🐀🐿🦔🐾 pls Ali: also unacceptable Ali: not 'til you're better Ali: use my wings to fly through and 🤞 he don't get the wrong idea about who I'm there to see Carly: [sends her a pic of whatever caravan mess she caused last night that her mum is raging about] Carly: so u can play a game of spot whats got her 😠 Carly: cuz idk Ali: Fun 🧐🤔🤨 Ali: angry mothers are my forte Ali: [does the circling the hazzards moment on the pic] Carly: making her angry is mine but nah to knowing y ever ever Carly: k ur cute & smart Carly: 🌟 Ali: it's rarely logical, but 🤫 on that or it's hulk levels in 0-60 Ali: how are you this nice when you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: that's a skill, rare one at that 💎✨ Carly: my da is looking green must of had his own 🎶🍻💃 ha Carly: idk i can b nicer? but k now i know ronan aint been talking bout me when hes 🍺 or 💊 Ali: can be a tea party for three Ali: have to bring his own 🎩 though Ali: not to me anyway Ali: but as you can tell Ali: 🐺 keeps all the 🐓🐓🐓 away Carly: 🐇🐇🐇♠️♣️♥️♦️🐇🐇🐇 Carly: she is fierce Ali: she likes to think so Ali: 🐶 really Carly: course ur not scared of her silly Carly: u love her Carly: im a 🐈 person ha Ali: [sends her a load of pictures of Bluebeard she didn't ask for rather than being like do I love her hmm] Carly: AW!!!! Carly: 🥰🤗 Ali: he's captain ☠🏴 but there's always room aboard Carly: thats the best offer ive had from a gentleman ever ever ever Carly: whats his name? Ali: Bluebeard Ali: and he is MOSTLY a gentleman if you can handle some toe nibbling Carly: 😍😍😍😍 Carly: into it Carly: ive done more for lads i just met who aint as beautiful so Ali: 😂 I feel that Ali: honestly, it's quite comforting, when he doesn't sneak attack you with it Carly: [sends her a selfie that shouldn't be as adorable as it is] Carly: now u can introduce us Carly: 👋 baby blue Ali: the 😍😍😍😍 are mutual Ali: I can tell Carly: yay Carly: 🧡 Ali: is there anything else you need/we want for the tea party? Ali: en-route at last Carly: ur really coming? Ali: yeah, sorry I was ages, it's a whole process brewing it Ali: also a dead giveaway you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 which obvs my ma takes as her cue to be all Spanish inquisition about it Ali: 📚 of my mostly-fictional-but-which-are-and-which-aren't-mother exploits later Carly: sorry iou so much magic Ali: nah, don't worry about it 👸 Ali: who doesn't love a little scandal with their morning brew? she deffo does Carly: its too late im looking for 🍀 Carly: among the 🌼🌼🌼 Ali: awh Ali: I'm never turning down extra luck Ali: we can make daisy-chains Carly: its the dresscode Carly: soz da Ali: does he have a 🧔? Ali: that's a #look Carly: not rn Carly: my ma wasnt on @ me only to clean up Carly: he had his turn Ali: damn it Ali: maybe a nice belt Ali: I'll be 🤔 Carly: dont b 💔😢 he has bushy eyebrows Ali: same Ali: he's earnt his invite back Ali: your ma gonna have to chill though Ali: and it ain't that kinda tea 💔 Carly: you wont b able to tell if shes angry or surprised Ali: 😚 ⬅ I know the vibe Ali: you do you babe Carly: she used to let me sort em out but there was an accident Carly: which im sworn to secrecy about Ali: I'm so good with secrets 🙏🙏🙏 Carly: k Carly: my head zoned out but my hands kept going like Ali: you were meditating you can't help having  🌌🧠 Ali: I'll 🤭 now and never tell, don't worry Mrs W Carly: @ school yea im meditating on your q sir relax Carly: ha love that Ali: they just ask questions to answer it themselves, what is the point Carly: u coming for my ma again? Ali: 🤫 bad first impression, that Carly: shes heard it from ronan too sorry Carly: lad has loose lips Ali: honestly Ali: 🙄 can't keep up with my bad reputation Carly: ud think hed be better at kissing Carly: its talk talk talk Carly: more good things about u than ive made it seem like tho Ali: he was a big talker Ali: probably 'cos he ain't allowed with the lads Carly: if he talked about what a 👼 u are & how 💔😢 he is theyd uninvite him from the bonfire Carly: its sweet really how hung up hes got Ali: he only thinks I'm an 👼 'cos he took my virginity probs Ali: that's more suitable 🔥side chat Carly: he goes on about that alot but I thought he was lying Carly: oh no that sounds bad Carly: not calling u a slag ur obvs not its y he likes u more Ali: 😂 I'm fine with slag Ali: all definition dependent anyway Carly: yea same Carly: can be hot if ur in the mood Ali: right, and if I'm a slag 'cos I didn't marry him then I'll take it Carly: & hes not allowed to marry gorgers theyd wanna throw him in the 🔥 Ali: exactly Ali: we can't both be 💔😢 forever can we boy Carly: just me @ the party til u came to my rescue Ali: 🥺 Ali: What was he even on about then, like? Ali: dickhead Carly: idk i zone out wen he shouts @ me too Ali: I can always poison a cup and send it his way Ali: just say the word Carly: hes not that bad Ali: okay okay, just some laxatives Ali: 'cos he's a bit 💩 Carly: ha Ali: no 🌼🌼🌼 unless he says soz then Carly: but his beautiful curls 🥺 Ali: hmm, a good point Ali: be strong, baby Carly: ill throw one @ him & run away Carly: back to u Ali: you're so adorable Carly: says u Carly: 👼👸🏼 Ali: 💚 we're gonna have an adventure when the tea hits okay Ali: I've decided Carly: k thats the kinda 🎄🎅🤶🎁 it is Carly: i do want the energy of a kid on xmas morning Ali: that's the best Ali: how I'm tryna be every day Carly: 💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️☄️ 🚀🛸 Ali: if only 🚀 Ali: this bike can only go as fast as my lil legs can carry, like Carly: aw baby Carly: i shouldve asked u where u live before this 2nd rescue was launched Carly: im sorry Ali: No distance is too far for a fair maiden Carly: ill have to see what other 🔮 i can find before u get here Carly: dont love ious Ali: there's no ious Carly: [sending her loads of pics of her with or just pics of the cat lady's cats that she's rounding up for this tea party and they're adorable] Ali: 😍💞😻 Ali: okay, non-debt fully paid though Carly: [just rambling about the names she's given each cat cos her and cat lady don't know each other properly til Ali comes along and like facts about each cat/her fave things cos she's a big nerd] Ali: I love them Ali: I'm gonna get them some 🐟🐟🐟 when I get tea party tings Ali: some cream, awh, okay, this is happening Carly: im picking enough 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 for everyone Ali: should've put Bluebs in my basket Ali: next time Carly: aw Carly: Humbug might try & fight him Carly: youd b there to protect him tho Ali: I can ref Ali: my little brother is always trying to play-fight everyone so I'm well-versed Carly: is he ticklish? that works for me Carly: broken up lots of fights Ali: big time Ali: his kryptonite Ali: reckon it's against the rules in professional fights but preparing him for anything like any good big sister Carly: ha Carly: aw i bet ur an amazing sister Carly: if i had 1 maybe id wanna be on site sometimes Carly: my ma's eyebrows r hardly a call to home Ali: he might disagree but he's 5 so what does he know 😉 Ali: feel that though Ali: home is just a base, whole 🌍 out there Carly: wen ur 5 you argue to argue Carly: yea if u dont use ur wings theyll think u dont want em 💔😢 Ali: flying is like riding a 🚲 though Carly: r we goin on a 🚲 adventure? Ali: definitely Ali: ugh, need one of those wagons for the 😻😻😻s Carly: ☺️its gonna b so fun! Carly: we might meet more 🐈🐈🐈🐈 Ali: way better than 🐔 Carly: ha Carly: do u have 🔮 left to help me find shoes? Ali: have you checked the fridge? Carly: [a pause while she do] Carly: theyre not there 😕🧐 Ali: damn, that'd be the last place I'd look though Ali: were they in the mess your Ma was sounding off about fr Carly: o mayb Carly: if i was wearing any when you dropped me off Ali: 🤔 I don't know if I recall any glass slippers Ali: I'll ask Lene hold up Carly: 👸 energy Carly: but idk if i wanna scary 🐺 at my door Ali: turns out she's actually your 👵 Carly: ha my grandma is 💍 to god Carly: its not close to the energy shes putting out Ali: she'd probably tell your actual that God is a gay girl Ali: nah she's well 😇 around fam, just hide behind your Ma and me, baby, you'll be fine Carly: ha that wasn't in any of the kids bible stories she sent me every 🎄🎅🤶🎁 Carly: her god is 😠 than Humbug Carly: he likes to shout so i gotta zone out Carly: aw that's sweet ur ma loves her too? Ali: Hooray for Catholicism, yeah? 😏 Ali: she loves my Ma, more like Carly: we spend our sundays on our knees nana but its 🚽🤮 or u kno a bigger sin Carly: u do look like her i remember Ali: that's not QUITE 🚽🤮 levels but close 😂 Carly: nah its nice u have the same 👀💙✨ Carly: idk who i look like Carly: postman maybe Ali: now I don't know whether to 😳 or be 🤨 you like my Ma too Ali: you look like you and that's Ali: 💛 😍 😘 🥰 😚 👸 👼🏽 🐰 🌼 🌻 🌞 🍓 🍑 🍨 🍰 🍭 🍬 🎆 💜 Carly: yea 🤞🙏🌠 the postman isnt my da cuz hes a ride Carly: aw now youve got me 😳 Ali: rude, my postman is not Carly: 🚫💌 then baby Carly: ill text u instead Ali: so grumpy, don't stick your hand right into our house if you don't wanna get bitten, sir Ali: not by me, whatever Ronan has said Ali: though I'm well flattered I'm getting a text back Carly: ha its k its not that u use too much teeth Carly: & course ur my hero Carly: tho 🤞🙏🌠 wont b an sos every time Ali: good, can't have him putting you off with blatant lies Ali: it won't be if I do a better job at the heroics and get there before any bad shit can happen Carly: its k i like it Carly: helps me remember what i did Carly: 💔😢 no lads r spelling their names out in bruises for the who Carly: 🐇🐾🐇🐾🐇 Carly: nooo theres no better u could do Carly: ur flying to me faster than anyone has ever ever Ali: amateurs, like Ali: so rude, ain't they heard you're 👸 Ali: I'm basically there now, prepare for the best tea party you've ever been to Carly: aint wat theyve heard but idc Carly: yay 💙 i havent had 1 since me & my 🧸🧸🧸 Ali: I'll be 🎶🔊 it so get in the know lads Ali: awh, can I meet them too? Carly: not too 🔊 or ur gf will bite me which could b fun but im not trying to do u like 💔😢 Carly: some r shyer than others but if u work ur 🔮 how u did for me ull make friends Ali: fill your boots, babe, I don't reckon she's your type, like Ali: I'll be on my best behaviour 🤞 Ali: the loveliest guest you've ever had 🤞🤞 Carly: be fun though Carly: not boring Ali: 😲😲 Ali: Is that the impression I give off? Ali: or another Ronan tale, either way Ali: gonna have to prove otherwise now in the most extra ways imaginable Carly: nahhh Carly: he don't lie to me its his 1 saving grace Carly: its just like a pls Carly: to u & the universe Ali: I won't be boring Ali: trust me Carly: k Carly: i do ur a lifesaver Ali: nah Ali: just happy to help Carly: im happy we r mates Ali: me too Ali: idk why we weren't before, like Ali: too many people at school Carly: & i dont go much ha Ali: this is true Ali: lesser spotted walsh 🐦 Carly: oooh wat colours am i Ali: 💗💜💛🧡💗 Carly: cute Ali: very Carly: wats ur fave colour? Ali: It's a harder question than people reckon, that Ali: like, there's so many beautiful things of every colour Ali: if I can decide for the day, I feel like I'm doing a disservice to all the others Carly: sorry Carly: i havent decided on mine either Carly: when i was a lil kid it was 💛 for the 🌞 then wen i started goin out it was silver for wat i thought the 🌚 looked like Carly: but ive seen so many new colours since Ali: kids always know Ali: they're much smarter than adults about everything Carly: i bet ur lil bro is the smartest Carly: like u Ali: he likes red for 🚨❌🛑⛔️🚫💯‼️🥊🥤 Ali: and I see the appeal Carly: does he like 🍎? i kno somewhere that sells the reddest shiniest 1s Carly: or we cud just throw 🍅s Ali: he's at the anti-fruit stage Ali: but I reckon he could be convinced if we let him smother 'em in caramel and sprinkles Carly: its a date Ali: Me first

[weird-fan-tomboy]

~WINGS~

(Based on a dream @vinniemalaproper had the other night)

"...stupid wings."

That's the only word that came out of Puggsy's mouth as he trudged through the woods, going down his secret path that led to the rocky shores of the beach. It had been a helluva day at school today; the entire class practically ganged up on him... and you know your day is bad when even the nerds and jocks are teaming up to harass you.

All because of his wings.

Many people in Lakeshore Heights had wings; in fact the city was 90% winged-population! Eagle wings, bat wings, dragon wings... everyone was born with a set that could make them soar!

But him?

He was born with butterfly wings.

It made no sense to him. His father sported a fantastic pair of green dragon wings, his mother gifted with gold eagle wings... even his little sister had a pair of ebony bat-wings!

Yet out of all the people in the city, hell even the WORLD, he was the only guy born with a pair of bright yellow-and-black butterfly wings.

Everywhere he went in town, he would receive weird looks from others. He remembered how his parents had him wear a coat over them when he was a kid (as wings were often sprouted by age five), until they got too big to conceal.

And school was merciless. In elementary, it was mainly basic pranks and being shunned on the playground; in middle school, the name-calling, getting stuck in lockers, and swirlies took place.

By high school...

He rubbed his side, still feeling the bruises. He checked his wings-- they had been stomped on, but no tears or holes to be seen (as it was considered battery to damage wings in such a way). He still had scars, which he did his best to keep hidden; he was sick of hearing his mother cry at night about it. Dad had issued warnings, even talked about sending him somewhere safer. His sister wanted to pick fights with anyone who messed with her big bro, despite she was only 5.

Deep in his mind, he felt nothing would stop the bullying. 'Why don't they just rip my wings off and get it over with?!' He wondered. Doing so would kill him, sure... but death sounded better than living like this.

Reaching the beach, he sat on a rock. It was a cloudy day on the coast, only a few gulls flying overhead. He had the mind to fly away... just fly off until his wings were too tired... get as far away from others as he could... someplace where he could be alone for good...

Shit, he's crying. He hated to cry; quickly he wiped his eyes, forcing the rest of the tears to keep from falling...

"I like your wings."

"GAH!" Puggsy jumped, looking over. Someone else was here?!

The stranger gasped and ducked behind a rock, meekly peeking out. "Ooh, ooh! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare ya," he stammered. He was a skinny-looking guy with light brown hair, sporting a red cap.

"I wasn't scared! You just... caught me off guard, that's all." Puggsy retorted, facing away from him; he spread his wings as a way to hide himself, giving the hint that he wasn't in the mood to socialize.

...the hint went over the stranger's head.

"Yellow swallowtail wings... wow, they look fantastic!" He was going on, walking over. "I bet if the sun was out, the color would reflect its light-- maybe make them glow! Has that ever happened? Huh? Huh?"

Puggsy clenched his fists. "Shut up! Dammit, I've had enough people make fun of my wings today, so beat it!"

There was a pause. The stranger shifted. "I-I'm not making fun of them... I just think they're really cool. I've never seen wings like yours before,"

"Tch. That's a load of..." he turned to chew out the stranger, but paused.

...

No wonder.

Heh, that makes sense... only someone without wings would find his fascinating.

The stranger rubbed his arm. "Sorry I upset you... I-I get carried away... I'll just go." He said, walking off.

Puggsy sighed. "Come back..." he called, waving the other teen over. "It ain't your fault. I'm... just not used to complimentaries,"

The stranger stood by him. "Neither am I. ...I'm the only one in town without wings and... well, a bunch of guys at school pick on me for it. I only have 2 friends,"

"Tch. At least you have friends... What's your name, anyway?"

"You can call me Fangs. Yours?"

" Puggsy... What school do you go to?"

"Blackwood High, across town."

Puggsy blinked. Blackwood district was at least 20 miles from his town! "And you WALKED all the way here?"

"No... I have a car. Kinda easy to drive since, y'know, everyone flies." He looked at his wings. "...why do people make fun of your wings? Are they jealous?"

Puggsy blushed. "No. ...I'm the only guy in town with butterfly wings. I'm a freak..."

"Ha. At least you HAVE wings..." Fangs shifted, looking at them as if he discovered a hidden treasure. "Can I... um..."

"What?"

"Can I... feel them?"

Puggsy gave a jolt. "Excusify me?!"

"Ah! Sorry! Is that offensive?! I-I-I don't know enough about wing culture, so...! I'm sorry if I came off as creepy!"

Puggsy unleashed a breath. This guy was a real idiot... "It's fine... y-you can feel them, but be careful not to tear them or anything. Also... they're pretty sore, so don't overdo it."

"Okay, Pugs, okay..." Fangs hesitantly reached out; using the tips of his fingers, he carefully glided over the rim of the wings.

Puggsy bit his lip and stifled his mouth. It tickled! A chortle escaped his lips.

Fangs paused, looking over his shoulder. "Ticklish?"

"Allergies!" Puggsy lied.

Fangs chuckled. "Sure. Allergies." He walked around, sitting on a rock next to him. "Hey, you wanna hang out? My friends and I are meeting up at the pier to go fishing."

Puggsy crossed his arms. "I don't know... I'm not exactly the 'hanging out' type."

After all, these friends could mock him too... or someone could come along and harass them both...

A hand rested on his shoulder. "It's okay... neither was I. But if you change your mind, we'll be down the beach at 7. ...I just came early to go fishing first." He stood up. "See you around, Pugs."

With that he began to walk off.

Puggsy sat there a moment, looking back at him. On the one hand, he was skeptical; anything could go wrong...

On the other hand... no one ever invited him anywhere before.

...

Ah, what the heck.

"Hey, Fangs!" He called, getting the wingless teen's attention. "...You got an extra fishing pole?"

END.