#ticklish!Ben

[saturnzskyzz]

Gene Magic

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚢

Warning: | 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 |

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚝! :𝙿

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝙱𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐��𝚝.. 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙾!!! (𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜 🙏)

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Darius and Ben were chilling at Sammy's as a warm way to say that they've missed her. Well, sorta visiting to say that they have missed Sammy. They had been caught up on a surprising hunt, what Ben liked to say, by more than one vicious dinosaur following them, and were trying to talk to Sammy about the incident, but are bruffly being cut off by the troubled woman.

Sammy had to make a second pie due to the first one being burned, and so now they're caught up by a worried and non-surprisingly talkative friend in front of them.

"Soho! Now that that is out of the way, why don't you guys tell me how you've both been holding up! Hmm?" Sammy said, quickly turning around after closing the oven door, and looked at the both of them happily.

"Uhm.. Well, you know! Boy stuff, heh." Darius said, trying to que in Ben to do the talking by elbowing his arm.

"Ah! Wehell. Sammy, we got caught up in some-" Ben was about to talk about the hunting situation, but Sammy cut them off for the billionth time.

"Wait,, Ben? Why, you sure did grew some bones!" Sammy said, walking up to lightly punch Ben in the shoulder.

"Yeheah, I have, haven't I?" Ben said, bringing his arm up to rub the back of his neck.

"You can basically win in wrestle fights with both Darius and Kenji now! Ahaha!" Sammy said, recalling a time where Darius, Kenji, and Ben would used to wrestle all the time back when they were stranded on Isla and Mentah Island. Ben would get a good start with getting the upper hand on Darius, only to be taken down by the last second. And for Kenji? There's no upper hand for Ben to even think he'd win that one. But now looking at Ben, Sammy would pay to see Darius and Kenji wrestle Ben now, just to see who would win.

"Hey! I was strong back then.. Maybe not in wrestling, but I was still strong!" Ben said, pointing a finger at her defensively.

"Hey man, I won all those fights last time, you have to admit it!" Darius said, looking up at Ben with a smirk.

"You could probably even take Bumpy down if you really tried!" Sammy said, enjoying the playful conversation. It was clear to all of them that they have missed these playful arguments.

"No way! Bumpy is a huge girl, she almost took me down when we reunited back there!" Shaking his head, he backed up a bit on instinct.

"Well, at least you know your limits when it comes to strength, Ben!" Sammy said, poking a finger at his side. That caused a startled yelp from the young man, who then covered his side.

"Ohoh! Ben~ I forgot how ticklish you were!" Sammy said now ecstatic. She quickened her steps to grab a hold of Ben's sides, and scribbled her fingers.

"AH! Sahammy! Quhuhuit ihihit!" Ben yelped out loud, trying to block her hands, and losing drastically.

"C'mon Ben! Surely you can get out of this." Sammy teased as she went for his ribs now, startling the poor man with the quick switch up.

"Ihihi'm awkward ahabout it, ohokay? Nohow stop!" Ben said in a quick panick. He squirmed away for the most part, but still had no upper hand in stopping the onslaught of the playful situation.

"I don't remember the last time we had these tickle fights, honestly. This brings back many memories." Darius butt in on the scene, watching it unfold with a happy grin on his face.

"Yup! I remember Ben and somehow Kenji being on the receiving end of these fights." Sammy continued, acting like there wasn't a laughing Ben right in her grasp.

"Haha! That's only because Kenji would do many things that had him regret his decisions when we threaten to tickle him." Darius laughed at the memory, replaying the wholesome times in his head on loop to fond over. Those times were what had him thought that it was them against the world. No adult tried to save them apart from Roxie and Dave, and even then it was fairly hard to trust another adult apart from Mae. It was a rough few months for them, so light hearted memories like playful fights in the past is what kept Darius going. It's what kept all of them going.

"Ihihi'm rihight here, yohou knohow??" Ben blurted out, causing Darius to come back to reality to find out that Sammy is still tickling Ben. Almost to the floor even!

"Oh you are? I'm sorry Ben, with how tall you are, I could barely see your face. Here, let me get a closer look!" Sammy then darted her hands in his underarms, and Ben came crashing down to the floor from the sudden feeling and shock that coursed through his body.

"THAHAHAT'S NOHOohohot whahaht Ihi meheheant!" Ben curled into himself the best he could, but Sammy was basically towering over him now, making it somewhat hard to hide away.

"This isn't what you meant? But I can recognize your face from here just fine now!" Sammy said with a pleased chuckle by the playfullness.

"I forgot how mean you can get Sahammy!" Darius chuckled, almost feeling bad for Ben in his predicament.

"Oh please! I can be way worse if I wanted to. Just don't get on my bad side." Sammy said, warning Ben by digging more in his underarms to have him do an uncharacteristic squeal before turning his head away out of instinct.

"IHIHIhihi dihihidn't eheheven dOHOhoho ahahanything!!!" Ben shouted out. Finally, he seemed to have stopped Sammy's hands from getting anymore mischievous ideas. He held them in the air for good meassure of his surroundings.

"I think Ben here has had enohough." Sammy announced, stepping away from Ben, and went back to checking on the pie.

Darius, feeling sympathy for the dude, walked over to give the tired man a hand. With a silent thank you from Ben, he is now back on his feet.

"We definitely have to do that more often, yeah Ben?" Sammy teased, glancing at Ben before taking the pie out of the oven carefully.

This sent a shiver down Ben's back as the tingly feeling came crawling back to him even though no one was doing anything. "Noho! Not again. Thahat was torture." Ben said, covering his torso in defiant security.

"Dohon't worry Ben, Sammy won't tickle you again.. At least I don't think so." Darius said, placing a hand on Ben's shoulder gently.

Darius comment made Sammy chuckle. She turned to the boys then. "Don't worry Ben, there is no more mysterious schemes up here for today. For now, let me tell you about-" Sammy went on and on like usual, giving a slight panick to the two boys who went there for reason.

This day was going to be a long and crazy day for those three-soon to be two more.

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this beautiful Fanart of the Star Wars Reylo ship of the characters of Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) together especially because I find it very adorable to see that in this beautiful Reylo fanart. Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) is tickling Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) especially because I imagine that if during a Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) mission on some planet and then she will meet Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and to prevent him from trying to stop her or prevent the slogan from taking out information from her then Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) gives him the idea of using the weakness of Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) since she had remembered that Leia Organa had told her what was her son's greatest weakness and that she was the same were... the tickling and had even told her what the weak points were Of which were his armpits, his stomach, his neck (in the area of the throat) and his feet and then Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) ends up ambushing him and tickles him endlessly until he faints from exhaustion due to his laughter to prevent him from getting in the way of his mission

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on DeviantArt.

[tickle-bugs]

hi so. uhm. I know requests are closed but I have bad memory problems and know I probably won't remember this if I don't send it in now so I'm just leaving this here for you to find later. again, apologies. blame my stupid brain jaja. anyway yeah uh sorry this is so long now its awkward uh I just wanted some kylo ren headcanons please? he's my favorite and there's literally 0 tickle content of him anywhere so I'd really appreciate it. <3

hey there! i accept headcanon requests pretty much always (so long as they're in one of my current fandoms), but prompt requests for fics are closed. so you're good! im also team memory problems. it's part of why i'm away from here so often. so i empathize <3

let's assume this is a zuko-esque au where they rehab Ben like a particularly troublesome shelter cat and he's able to regain the trust of everyone else. Like Finn's arc but more hardcore considering *gestures to Kylo's backstory lol*. HCs under the cut!

okay first off...he has a really nice smile. when he smiles with his teeth, his eyes crinkle at the corners. his whole face warms and he kinda ducks his head. naturally this means he would rather be executed than ever allow a living soul to see it

his laugh sneaks up on him. he's all about maintaining control and composure but unfettered joy always just blows past his defenses. He's a "HA!" and then silent, muffled laughter kinda guy <3

idk why but i feel in my spirit that if he giggles, he hiccups. its rare for him to giggle but i think he gets stuck in it and its cute.

part one of ben rehabilitation project: getting this guy some normal clothes. he starts dressing more casually. he's still like an awkward, angry duckling, but he seems much more approachable. He washes his hair (poe sources good curl care for him to get some volume back in that mop)

For the first while of defecting to the Resistance, he's sorta a dark shadow. Doesn't talk, doesn't leave his room, etc. But as he does start to follow Finn, Poe, and Rey around, he does notice their closeness. The casual touch. He envies it.

It takes a little while, but slowly Rey starts including him in on jokes. Finn and Poe are slower to forgive, often making jokes at his expense, but...Ben's treacherous flares of temper start to subside. He gets used to quietly listening and smiling but knows better than to assume he's included. Shadowing them becomes a gift.

Ben's not sure when Poe and Finn start talking to him and acknowledging he's there, but he absolutely does notice Poe jabbing him in the ribs for not 'paying attention'. He passes it off as being startled but he can feel Rey's mind hovering at the edge of his own, keen as ever, like Ben Solo I Know What You Are (ticklish)

Finn, Poe, and Rey deliberate for a week about how exactly to go about this (Ben gets cagey. why are they whispering?) and eventually Poe is just like. look. i've got credits on this. you ticklish?

i am team 'Ben goes completely red when flustered'. just top to bottom imperial red. Poe asks him this and he turns into a fucking tomato. gives the world's most unconvincing no. and it is Rey who (very gently) proves him wrong, thus opening the floodgates to bully him over time.

Ben gets used to Poe's arms thrown over his shoulders, Finn leaning on him, or Rey tucking herself into his side. He literally never gets used to the tickling fingers seeking softness he thought he'd long crushed away

he gets very good at paying attention to a briefing while slapping way/wrestling with Finn, Poe, AND Rey's hands. laser focused.

Ben is usually a teasing voice on the sidelines when the trio gets up to tickly shenanigans, but i am a HUGE fan of Poe getting comfy and talking shit and Ben just looping his arms under Poe's and holding him for Finn and Rey to go to town. To win Ben's favor is to win a tickle fight. Finn is very good at this. Ben sides with him bc its the funniest option (and Poe's dramatic, betrayed gasps are the best).

He is so good at reading people and so specific in teasing. Such a scary ler but also very funny? He's very deadpan and witty. It's always unexpected. his parents really shine thru in him when he's up to mischief

Rey and Ben engage in long distance Force warfare that literally always ends in one of them slumped against the wall giggling. Finn learns to manipulate the Force and things get wild lol

Ben's palms are ticklish. I know this to be true.

He is fucking impossible to take down. Finn, Rey, and Poe have to tactically coordinate to ambush him. He's got a sixth sense for their bullshit. But! once he goes down he just kinda deflates. One person is the designated 'hold Ben's wrists' guy bc he always tries to hide his face

big fan of Ben giving Rey piggyback rides. Rey is a spider monkey to me. 50/50 Ben starts tickling her knees or Rey starts tickling his ears and they both collapse

love the idea of these four always being physically connected. esp since Ben is the tallest (i think). hes taking a nap and the trio just panini presses him into the mattress. their dogpiles always end in laughter or the best fucking naps ever. sometimes both

[phobiaoftickles]

THIS IS SO SHAMELESS 😍😭 HIIII

ok so you PWOBABLY know who it is (starts with an L.... ends with an iya) but I spy a certain something on your fandoms list 😀😀 this is just a prompt (general, not rlly any specifics 😭) BUTT 🍑 if it is possible could you write some original series lee!Ben with ler!Gwen I'm like I FEEL LIKE A HOBO BEGGAR FOR ASKING BUT TYSM FOR PUTTING UP W ME (I'm @trrickytickle )

Gwen the tickler

Second day having this acc and there’s alr a request? You best beilieve I’m going to do this.

Summary: Ben is being a nuisance scaring his cousin using multiple other morphs, little did he know Gwen will get her revenge!!

“Ben!! Get over here right NOW!!!!” Gwen ran after Ben after the last 5 morphs he did, popping out of no where infront of his cousin, acting like a villain, scaring the shit out of her, then morphing back to his regular self, laughing about it. And Gwen had enough.

“Uh, kids? Don’t be too reckless, don’t want you loosing an eye, and explain to your parents on how you managed to lose said eye.” Max just finished baking a batch of cookies, in which Gwen and Ben looked at the burnt cookies in disgust and continued their horse play.

Gwen went another way, in which her cousin didn’t know exsisted, and cut him off, tackling him and taking his braclet off so he won’t try to morph and get out of this very tickly situation.

“D’aw! Damn it, Gwen, can you please let your lil cousin up? For the sake of our friendship??” Ben mustered up the biggest puppy dog eyes, but it turned out to be ineffective, as Gwen didn’t give two shits.

“You’re gonna learn not to mess with me, Benjamin~” Gwen pinned his arms above his head. For someone to beable to morph into these strong monsters, he’s pretty weak. “I know something you’re terrified of the most…”

“And that is?”

“Gwen’s tickle attacks!” Gwen put Ben’s arms in one hand and teased him with the other, wriggling above his armpits.

“No!! GWEN PLEASE DON’T!! I promise I won’t scare you again, you have my woRD!! AHHAHHHHH STOP!! Don’t you dare Gwe-AHAHAHAHAH!! GWEN!!!” Ben screeched as the red head finally descended on his ticklish under arms.

“Sorry, friend, but you need to be taught a lesson on MANNERS!!” She scratched and scritched all on his armpits, going down to his sides, and wrecking them.

“Ahahahahah!! Please, stahahhap! Gwen! Please!” The transformer writhered from side to side, unable to get out of the red head’s grasp, so he decided to panick even more.

“Nope, don’t think I will.” She pushed his shirt up to his ribs, exposing his bare tummy. “Ooo~ this looks really ticklish, Benny, is it ticklish?” She tried it, tracing his stomach with her index finger, swriling around the navel, but not quite dipping in.

“*Snrk* no-NO!! It-It’s not… Gw-Gwen, st-stop, please!” Ben, out of his control, arched his back up towards Gwen’s finger.

“Wow~ look at this cute belly button, just iching for me to swirl my nail in the tiny hole, scratching the walls, and pinching the oustides of it.”

At this point, Ben was already red faced, crying, and panting. He was morbidly ticklish, and he hated it because of how vulnerable he is. Him and Gwen would always get into tickle fights, and he would always end up losing, so this? Not surprised Gwen could pin him down with a flick of her wrist.

“MAX!! UHUHUHUNCLE MAX!!! HEHEHEHELP ME OUT!!! PLEASE!!” To his horror, his uncle was passed out, watching tv, with milk in hand and cookie halfway in his mouth. He was not waking up to anything!

“Too bad Benny, he’s already passed out, good luck next time… or not~” She swriled her finger in, but instead of light tickles, they were rough ones.

“OHOHOW!! GWHEHEHEHN THOSE HUHUHUHUHRT!!!” Ben screeched out.

“Oops, sorry, got a lil carried away, now… where else should I target?” She examined his torso, looking for the next spot and poising her hands on his hips, tapping her fingers.

“No where!! Gwen, quit. It! Please!! Just stop.” The morpher tried to reason with her, doing puppy dog eyes, pleading, but once Gwen gets in a bad mood, there’s no getting out of it, unless SHE’S satisfied.

“Nope, this’ll teach you a lesson.” She scratched his hip indents with her thumbs, and scratched the sides of his hips with the rest of her fingers.

“DAHAHHAHAHAMN!! GWEN PLEASE, I HATE BEING TICKLED!! STOHOHOHOJOP!!!” He writhered side to side, but with his arms bound, and his cousin on his waist, he can’t really do much.

“Duh, that’s why I’m tickling you. This will teach you a lesson, there’s no point in liking being tickled, if you’re not gonna learn anything. Now suffer.” She moved down to his upper knees, squeezing her life out. Boy was she mad.

“GAH!! STOP GWEN!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I’VE LEHEHEHEHARNED MY LEHEHEHESSON THE MOMENT YOU PIHIHIHINNED ME DOWN!” Ben was kicking his legs, so Gwen moved down to sit right above his knees.

“‘Stop Gwen, just stop, please’ No, I’m not going to, until I’M satisifed! You even lost me a date bc you want to be stupid and morph into one of your globby things, scaring him OFF!!” With the last word, Gwen used her sharp nails to squeeze above his knees instead, and that really got him on his feet.

“AHHHHHHHH…. ST-STAHAHAHAHHA!!—— NO!! GOHOHOD FUHUHUHUC-“ Ben didn’t know what to do, he was getting light headed, had to piss, was about to pass out, and he didn’t know how to make her stop.

“Wow~ this keeps you on your heels, huh? Sucks.” Gwen continued her torment on his knees.

“GEHEHEHEHEHWN PLEASE JUST STOP!! PLEASE!! IHIHUHI GOT TO PISS, MYHYGYHY HEAD HURTS AND I’M GOHOHOHONNA PASS OUT!! STOP!”

“Oop- sucks.” She continued, practically pericing his skin with her sharp nails.

“GWEN!!! FUCKING STOP! I’M SERIOUS!!!” Ben, being angry, mustered up enough strength to push her off.

This shocked her, bc no matter how mad he got he could never push her off like that. “You ok, Ben? I think I went a little overboard, huh?”

“YOU THINK?! A LITTLE?! Gwen, when somebody tells you to stop, no matter why they want you to, if they tell you to STOP, you fucking do it. You don’t continue. God, I’m going to bed.” Ben walked off, wiping his teary eyes from his face.

Gwen sat there in disgust in herself, she really went overbaord today, she’ll apologize when sbe sees her cousin tomorrow.

[wileys-russo]

i thought of a PERFECT lessi fic. so r is a teacher and one of her students have a cute crush on her. lessi notices the little gifts she’s getting and gets jealous

school yard crush II a.russo

"-alright that's the bell and i will see you all tomorrow. make sure to be sensible and smart when walking home or by the road please year three!" you called out after your students as they filed out one by one, chattering happily that the day was finally over.

"miss?" you looked down to see one of your boys was requesting your attention, hiding something behind his back. "yes ben?" you gave it to him as he shuffled from foot to foot. "this is for you bye!" he handed you a folded piece of paper and raced off out of the room causing you to laugh.

watching to make sure all of them made it out safely you returned to your desk, having some homework to mark before you could head home hopefully before five.

taking a seat you opened the letter, a smile growing on your face as the boy had scrawled a poem using the letters of your name to compliment you. "so cute." you chuckled, taking a photo of it and tucking it away in your desk.

"lessi? you home?" you called out a few hours later as you let yourself in, not having seen her car in the driveway. dumping your bag on the counter you noticed a heart shaped note stuck to the fridge indicating your fiancé had headed to the market to grab a few things.

unsure when she'd left or when she'd return you headed off to shower, ready to wash off the day and get comfortable to continue the marking you'd not yet finished.

stepping out of the bathroom and into your bedroom you could hear music and smell the inevitable scent of the blondes cooking signaling she was home. changing into her arsenal travel top and a pair of shorts you made your way toward the source of the alluring scent.

"hello you." she saw you before you reached her, stirring something in a pan as she sent you a beaming smile. "hi baby." you kissed her gently in greeting before clinging to her tightly, feeling an immediate sense of calm settle over you as the two of you shared an embrace.

"you smell lovely." the striker mumbled as she rubbed your back and kissed your cheek, the two of you stepping away from one another. "it's this new body wash, it's caramel scented." you yawned, rounding the bench and settling yourself on a stool.

"when did you get that?" alessia asked curiously, moving to chop some carrots as she kept a watchful eye over what was already on the stove. "one of the kids at school gave it to me, i tried to give it back but he started to cry and i felt too guilty." you admitted with a sheepish smile.

"mm teachers pet? every class needs one." alessia laughed, sweeping the carrot off the board and into the pan. "no i think he has a crush, it's quite sweet really." you chuckled, alessia's smile disappearing at that. "should you be encouraging that?" she questioned with a small frown.

"i'm not encouraging it!" you chuckled as your fiancé simply hummed. "alessia russo are you jealous of an eight year old?" you teased with a grin, the blonde sending you a glare over her shoulder. "no." she grumbled with a frown.

"my love i mention that my name's gonna change once i get married like every five minutes. i'm not leaving you for him less." you laughed at the question.

"i'd also be marrying you in prison if you did." alessia retorted as you clicked your tongue in agreement. "look its harmless babe. i'm sure his parents got the body wash anyway, you know very well they have no issues trying to bribe me to pay their kids a little extra attention. and you have no issues eating the chocolates that follow!" you smiled standing up and moving to hug her from behind, poking her very ticklish sides as she squealed and grabbed your hands in hers.

"he did write me a little poem today though. you know you could take some tips from this kid i don't see any love letters from you!" you teased, placing a few gentle kisses to her neck. "i leave you notes in your lunch all the time!" alessia protested with a huff.

"yeah that say things like 'property of future mrs russo' or 'reminder that you have the best fiance in the world'." you laughed with a roll of your eyes. "they make you smile do they not?" alessia raised an eyebrow as you had to agree.

"then you're welcome."

"mm so romantic." you smiled, the blonde pecking your lips before you removed yourself, grabbing your phone and waving her over to read the poem from today.

"i guess that's a little bit sweet." alessia admitted with a sigh, stealing another kiss and returning back to the stove.

"what's cookin good lookin?" you questioned as you slid your laptop out of your bag, placing it down in front of you and moving your bag to the floor.

"beef ragu." you could have moaned at the answer, instead sighing happily as alessia chuckled at your obvious excitement.

"if food is the way to the heart you could have asked me to marry you the first night you cooked for me and i'd have said yes." you grinned, flashing your wedding ring at her as she sent you a wink.

~

"come on come on come on, i want butts in chairs within thirty seconds or we'll do extra math all afternoon instead!" you warned playfully as your class took their time dawdling in from their morning break. though at that threat they sprinted in and hurried to sit down making you laugh.

"it's quiet reading time to calm down a bit, everyone go and grab a book please!" you encouraged, gesturing toward the bookshelf on the back wall.

"why did you get us to sit down if we had to get up again to get a book miss?" one of the girls called out with a groan. "because i can! now off you go." you waved, taking a seat at your desk. focused on the paper in front of you you jumped slightly as you glanced up and found a pair of eyes much closer than you thought.

"these are for you miss." ben thrust out a handful of flowers and weeds, messily tied together with a hair tie as dirt showered down on your desk making you wince. "did you pick these out of the garden buddy?" you asked to which he nodded with an eager grin.

"okay. i think we need to have a little chat." you smiled, standing to your feet and gesturing for him to follow you outside. "3C my listening ears are on, so keep reading and no silly business or its times tables for all!" you warned seriously before stepping out of the classroom and partially closing the door.

"how come you brought me those flowers ben?" you started gently as the two of you sat down on the bench outside your classroom. "because my dad gets my mum flowers." he answered matter of factly as you bit back a smile.

"okay. so you got them for me because..." you encouraged for him to finish your sentence. "you're really pretty, like my mum." he again answered confidently. "now ben that is very sweet, but you know you and me aren't like your mum and dad." you started softly.

"i'm your teacher, so we have a special relationship but not like the one your mum and dad have. i am always here if you're feeling sad or upset or confused or angry or if you just need to chat, and i'll always do my best to help you. but i already have a fiancé, and i love her like your dad loves your mum." you continued, the boys face falling slightly but nodding along.

"and she gave me this ring which means that we promise to only love each other like your dad loves your mum. one day when you're ready and a lot older, you'll find someone like that too! but you have to stop getting me things okay? its very thoughtful but i want you to only think of me like a teacher or a friend, okay?" you finished as ben nodded.

"now you and olivia are pretty good friends right?" you diverted as he confirmed. "so why don't you go and give her the flowers? because you can give best friends things like that too to make them smile! just not teachers." you clarified as the boy let out a small oh and nodded quickly.

"alright. thank you for listening! back inside you go." the smile returning to his face as he raced inside you let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself and return, clapping a pattern and grinning as all your students clapped back.

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"only me!" you perked up as your fiancés voice rang through your shared home, a thump as she tripped over on the way in making you grin as she hurried to the kitchen.

"welcome home clumsy." you greeted her as the blonde returned and wasted no time flopping her taller form down on top of you. "how was dinner?" you asked, running your hands through her hair, alessia having gone out with a few of her team mates after training.

"it was lovely. missed you though!" she pouted as you kissed it away, having declined her invitation in favor of lesson planning. "brought you some leftovers. have you eaten?" she pushed herself up to hover over you as you shook your head with a guilty smile.

"baby it's nearly nine thirty! no more work, i'm banning it." your fiancé scowled, closing your laptop expertly with her foot and hauling you up to your feet. "those are for you too." she kissed your cheek and nodded to a bunch of flowers on the counter as she moved to heat you up some food.

"oh lessi, they're gorgeous. thank you!" you smiled softly in appreciation as she placed a bowl into the microwave. "are these just because i told you about ben today?" you teased, having called the striker during your lunch break to fill her in on your conversation.

"no! they're just because i love you." alessia defended, moving to press her body into yours and bury her face in your neck as you hummed with a chuckle, the taller girls lips beginning to mark a trail down the column of your throat as she pushed you a little harder into the counter.

"maybe it had a tiny bit to do with it...but just a tiny bit!"

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this beautiful Fanart of the Star Wars Reylo ship of the characters of Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) together especially because I love that in the Resistance he has captured Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) they are interrogating him using his greatest weakness... ticklish since when they had captured him Leia Organa had told them that he did not want him to hurt his son and that they will try to use less painful methods and then it was when she told them that her son was really quite tickling and then Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) comes up with the idea that to tickle Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and then she manages to convince her friends Chewbacca, R2D2, C-3PO, BB8, Finn and Poe Dameron about using that method while giving information to him and they also decide to use their interrogation machine that they made especially for Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker)

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on DeviantArt.

[friendlyneighbourhoodfreak]

happy samboy Sunday!!!

give me one hc that makes you laugh! :)) 💚

Sorry for the day late response, I haven't really been online today

But my hc is....

Ben's ticklish

It's not something he lets on or likes people finding out, but I think he's definitely very ticklish, especially on his sides (as well as all the usual spots).

Sam finds this little tidbit out when the pair are snuggling in bed and he goes to scratch Ben's sides (probably to prove he's still awake). Ben lets out a low grumble of "stop that, kid", but Sam goes into little brother mode (probably because Ben looks like so much Dean and I'm thinking that Sam looks how he does in like season one or two and so can actually have fun) and he catches the slightest of smiles grace Ben's lips. He scratches again... And again, "Sammy, don't."

Pretty soon Sam's forcing howls of laughter from Ben and the two are rolling around on the bed like children with Ben trying (but purposely failing) to stop Sam from tickling him.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Ugh i love your writing 😩🙏

Heres an idea? An s/o who is secretly embarassed by the height diffrence between her and ben. Not ashamed embarassed😩😩😩😩

I didn't know if you wanted to be taller or shorter than BEN, as he is pretty short, like maybe 5'2"-5'5", so i can imagine youd be a little embarrassed, BUT ALSO imagine trying to talk to him and having to look alllll the way down there??? Anyways, i decided to do both!

Also, thank you for the compliment, friend!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Being embarrassed of your height difference with BEN

Taller

Honestly, BEN doesn't even notice your embarrassment

He's always been one of the shortest members of the manor, only really being taller than the small children

So he's pretty used to being short, and doesn't think it's different from talking to anyone else

But when he notices how hesitant you are to look down at him, thats when it hits him

"Babe, im down here" he says with a chuckle

"Sorry" you mutter with an embarrassed tone and a laugh, finally hanging your head to look at his tiny self

God, you feel like a giant when you look at him

He of course, notices your discomfort

"What's wrong with you? Why's your face making that shape?" He asks, mimicking your embarrassed expression with his own

This makes you laugh a little, but you still avoid looking at him as best you can

"I dunno. I just feel really...big. you know, height wise?"

"And you're ashamed of that?" He asks, genuinely shocked

You nod meekly, making him take your face in his hands and look into your eyes "you're joking. Do you know what i would give to be as tall as you??"

You laugh again, moving your face away and making BEN pout

"Oh. Noooow you're laughing" he continues jokingly

He stands on his toes and kisses your cheek "i love your tall self, even if i do have to get a stool to kiss you"

The laughter starts up again, only being interrupted by BEN giving you kisses on your face

Shorter

Oh my god, imagine being shorter than BEN??

He genuinely couldn't believe it the first time it was pointed out

He non-stop teases you, of course

"So, is the soil healthy, worm?"

"Oh my god go away BEN"

He's not really into babytalking someone he has romantic interest in, because he thinks it's weird

But he does babytalk you just to poke fun at how little you are

"Awwww does the little baby need a nap? Little baby's getting cranky"

"Leave me alone BEN, I'm not that short!"

"Oh, is the little baby ticklish? Are they? Are they? Are they?" He asks repeatedly as he tickles you mercilessly

"BEN!! Leave me alone!! You're so dead!!" You squeal, trying to wiggle out of his grasp

After he's satisfied, you are well out of breath and still kind of laughing from the ridiculousness of it all

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before stretching and exclaiming "shit, that really was exhausting. Remind me to never have kids. I can't do this everyday"

You giggle at his silliness and grab the collar of his shirt, bending him down to your height and kissing his pointy nose

Yeah, just lots of teasing from him in general

If you want him to stop, just say so and he will

[chaoticklesblog]

Not Quite Immune

Published: 2024-09-16 to Chaotickles on AO3

Words: 1,385

The Umbrella Academy

Lee!Five

Ler!Diego

Ler!Luther

With a smidgen of Lee!Diego and Ler!Lila

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Summary:

Five should know better that his lack of powers would no doubt lead to mischief of epic proportions between his older (or younger?) siblings. He quickly discovers he isn't exactly immune to an older affliction, and his Luther and Diego have no qualms about ensuring he gets what is coming to him. Spending his youth avoiding tickle fights was bound to catch up with him, especially in a timeline where he can't just teleport away. Set in the end of Season 3, where the Hargreeves realize they are without powers and adjusting to relative normalcy.

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The Hargreeves siblings cleared time once a month for a dinner, just to catch up and appreciate the normalcy of it all in the new timeline. Appreciating their new found freedom and lack of responsibility to repair a broken timeline. The siblings would meet in a dive restaurant, still appreciating a quieter atmosphere, or would agree to meet at one of their houses for a homemade dinner.

This particular evening, dinner was hosted at Diego and Lila's home. Lila had already warned them that they would be ordering Pad Thai because she despised cooking.

All the siblings ate surrounded by the coffee table, laughed and joked with one another each claiming an area on the overstuffed furniture or floor. When it inevitably got to a break in the conversation where Luther, hesitant to have the evening end too soon, he would begin to reminisce about their past- the good memories.

"I'm just saying! Dad was pissed when he found out that Klaus had broken the ant farm and they all escaped," Luther chuckled.

"That's because they found their way into dad's candy stash!" Ben laughed. "Can you all believe the man had a sweet tooth?"

"Hey, the ant farm never would have fallen off the dresser if the prick wasn't so adamant about us running midnight drills!" Klaus argued, but he couldn't help but grin at his siblings.

The rest of them laughed fondly at the memory, despite Reginald banning the rest of them from keeping pets ever again after the great Ant Farm Escape of 1999.

"What about the time Diego and Luther got into a wrestling match and knocked over the bookshelf with dad's first editions?" Allison smiled at her brothers, grateful they no longer fought as much as they used to.

"I remember that distinctly! And it was not a wrestling match. I was cornered and chased! Diego was defensive immediately. "And Luther is a cheater!"

Luther laughed.

"I remember that too! And tickling is absolutely not cheating!"

Diego crossed his arms.

"Yeah, but you were definitely stronger than the rest of us thanks to your power. Your tickling was brutal!" Diego shuddered at the memory. Luther definitely cheated. At least in Diego's mind.

"You're ticklish, babe?" Lila grinned next to Diego and she noticed him tense and lock his arms to his sides as her hands darted to scrabble at his ribs and sides.

Diego barked out a short laugh quickly grabbing his girlfriend's evil hands.

"NohoHOhoHO LilahahaHA!" Diego giggled.

Luther looked smug.

"He's ridiculously ticklish! I'm surprised you didn't know!" Luther watched as Lila tried grabbing at Diego's hips but he narrowly escaped.

"Whatever! Cheater." Diego glowered at Luther. "And your power definitely used to offer an unfair advantage in tickle fights."

The rest of them spent time talking about how their powers had a sort of advantage in combat (tickle fights).

Luther was obviously the strongest and had more stamina to outlast the others in a tickle fight. Diego didn't have much of an advantage, but the threat of his knife throwing skills could quickly dissuade a tickle attack. Allison could rumor her siblings to turn on another victim or rumor someone to be more ticklish than they actually were. Klaus never really put up much of a fight against his siblings. He never minded being tickled to pieces. Five would blip to a safe part of the house to remain in hiding while his siblings would tickle each other half to death. Ben would occasionally use his tentacles to tickle his siblings. Viktor was generally excluded but had a few memories of being dragged into the fray.

They laughed and chattered at the memories of their tickle fights. All of them except... Five.

Five had grown... uncomfortable to say the least. Having usually vanished the moment dog piles typically turned into tickle brawls, he had almost no experience being the victim of tickle fights with his siblings.

And unfortunately, Diego and Luther noticed his uncomfortable demeanor.

Diego and Luther had returned to the original argument of using Luther's strength to cheat in a tickle fight.

"How is that worse than Five teleporting away to avoid ever getting tickled at all?" Luther argued chuckling and shooting a glance at Five.

Uh oh.

Five definitely didn't like where this was going.

"Well, nobody can cheat at tickle fights because none of us have powers anymore," Viktor tried to take the locked stares of Diego and Luther off an already uncomfortable Five.

But his observation didn't help Five's case.

"Riiiight," Diego smirked. "Because now Five can't just cheat and blip away from a tickle fight anymore."

All the siblings turned to look at Five who had jumped up from the recliner he had perched in.

"I assure you that this childish nonsense won't work on me, besides, I should get going." Five made a few paces toward the door but Luther and Diego stood in his way. Even without powers, the two were much bigger and stronger than Five. And Five quickly realized he wasn't getting out of this unscathed.

Even without powers, the threat of being overpowered by two "older brothers" intending to tickle the everloving snot out of you was a relatively terrifying ordeal.

Five tried to school his features as his brothers lunged for him but the lanky kid just wasn't as coordinated as he was when he could just vanish away from trouble. It was a moment like this where he wished they still had their powers. He soon found himself pinned, Luther, still all muscles, pinning his arms above his head and Diego positioning himself on Five's legs. Five started struggling.

"Guys, please. Don't." Five begged, something that felt like panic, but sillier, rising in his chest.

"This is only fair, Five. Think of all the fun you missed out on because you were too afraid of a little tickling." Diego teased.

"You're not quite immune to being ticklish, are you Five?" Luther smirked down at his squirming little brother who was actually much older than the rest of them. Five's mind may have aged but his body surely didn't. And his physiological reactions to being tickled never changed either.

Diego and Luther began exploring his various tickle spots and Five was trying not to die of embarrassment. It didn't help that Lila, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Klaus offered an unwelcome audience to this very one sided tickle massacre.

"Go for his knees!" Klaus crowed.

"FUhuHUck yohouhohoHoHO KLAUSAHAHAH!" Was all Five could say in response as Diego methodically began squeezing his much smaller brother's most ticklish spot.

Combined with Luther's incessant digging into his underarms, Five was in tickle hell.

So this is what it was like? This is why Five could distinctly remember his siblings being tickled to tears and hearing their loud booming laughter from across the mansion all those years ago? The hysterical begging and screaming of his siblings despite the laughter was remembered as a warning as Five hid to avoid the inevitable until Reginald had put a stop to their nonsense.

This is what he was missing out on?

Five felt like he was going crazy. The funny feeling of the tickling along with Luther and Diego laughing at his happy and snort filled laughter and his other siblings who watched him writhe around, amused at the sight brought forth feelings Five didn't realize he had up until this timeline.

Feelings that maybe, just maybe, Five could be vulnerable and have somewhat a normal existence with his adopted siblings. Despite feeling embarrassed by this whole ordeal, he actually no longer had a reason to believe that being tickled was as scary as it seemed. Because it was much, much worse.

Diego and Luther were a ruthless pair. Exploiting all Five's sweet spots until he was gasping and choking for air not unlike his siblings had done in past tickle fights.

Finally, when they stopped, Five had come to the realization he didn't quite hate being tickled although he would never admit that to his siblings or to anyone.

And his brothers seemed grateful for the opportunity to horse around with him even if it meant they nearly tortured him to death. Without his power, Five couldn't easily escape such situations, and maybe he was starting to realize he didn't want to.

[bluebladefluff]

Chaos theory spoilers!!! You have been warned!

TW // Swearing

I just finished Jurassic park chaos theory! And I have SO MUCH to say! So many parts made my jaw drop to the floor! Even though kenji’s father was an ass hat he didn’t need to die! But the way he protected his son that gave him points back!

Now at the end! That crazy raptor lady didn’t due, how did she not die? She got hit by a truck! I swear she is a doll, a creepy porsolin doll

BROOKLYNS NOT DEAD! That bitch faked her death but lost an arm??! and I hate it AND love it at the same time! Dose she even care about the others at this point?! Why was she buying dinosaurs?! What is her motive, is she working with that Nublar guy! Or with Kenji’s father before he died? It’s crazy to think about whatever she is trying to do, why?! I didn’t see anything sketchy about Brooklyn in camp Jurassic but mabye I wasn’t looking hard enough?? I was on my seer the whole time and I GENUINELY thought she was dead but SHE IS NOT!!

Also Ben is ticklish? I absolutely love him so much, bed had a grospert and is such a sweet boy, is he faking about his girlfriend or is he serious?

Thank you for listening to my rant/Ted Talk

[cheruv-ii]

The People have Spoken, here are my absolutely Baseless Ben Headcanons

(Cut because theres a lot)

-Has lower back dimples

-Is generally a "Will listen to anything" person, he started as a lil hater but eventually caved and realized that being a hater isn't fun (sometimes)

-Had a bunny growing up named Freckles

-His comfort food is his mom's homemade lasagna, she's make it for him whenever he had a bad day and it always makes him feel better

-Started going to public school after getting back to the mainland, but didn't really make any new friends because he was a hisser

-Can't grow facial hair, like the odd times he gets a stray hair but he's never been able to grow a proper beard or even mustache

-Not used to his height like, at all. Consistantly smacking his head on things.

-One of his favourite artists is Michael Jackson, and his favourite song is Dirty Diana

-Went for like a year with no clothes that fit him after his growth spurt, had maybe 2 pairs of pants he filtered through and any shirts he had fit him like a crop top. Brooklynn eventually caved and took him shopping for more clothes.

-Can secretly actually sing but like no one knows because whenever he sings in front of anyone its just for fun and therefore not his best work

-really good at chess???

-has freckles like everywhere, didn't have as many pre-nublar but they got 'worse' after the island due to the sun

-has a birth mark on his right hip that looks like a malformed heart

-(stealing this from a moot) likes bug shaped food like gummy worms and such

-Will eat out of a boot but won't touch vegetables with a ten foot pole

-The first time he broke a bone was after he got back to mainland and was playing with Bumpy, she knocked him down and he landed wrong and broke his pinky. Sammy does not let him live this down, ever.

-Daddy issues

-Can deal with bugs but has major arachnophobia, will freak out over a tiny spider. Would be horrendously fucked if Wu decided to make giant spiders.

-Spends a lot of time on his hair

-Used to be a mattress on the floor type of guy, luckily his dorm had a proper bed with a frame when he moved in (though prefers the floor mattress, tbh)

-Diagnosis cocktail I fear

-Gotten a little better at drawing with Yaz's help, though only at drawing dinosaurs, still not great at drawing humans

-Tried going to a bar with college friends for his 21st birthday, left the second an older woman started flirting with him

-has mimicking stims, will mimic things other people say or quotes he hears, was stuck saying "Ugh, as if" for months after Brooklynn made him watch clueless

-Says he's good with scary things but is the friend that clings onto whoever hes closest to in haunted houses

-Learned how to use a gun after nublar, doesn't carry or anything but he does have that skill in his back pocket if necessary

-Will buy literally anything that reminds him of Bumpy

-Terrible texter. Like absolutely ass.

-needs sound to sleep, as well as at least a little bit of light

-Sucks at math tbh

-Is the only one of the camp fam who's still ticklish, which makes him very vulnerable at times

-Lowkey king of puppy eyes

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this beautiful Fanart of the Star Wars Reylo ship of the characters of Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) together, especially because I love that in Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) he is doing an interrogation of Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) especially because I find adorable the idea that Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) ticklish him to get information about Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and also the idea that if the Resistance has been able to capture Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) and then when he Leia Organa tells them that his son is extremely tickling in his armpits, his stomach, his neck (in the throat area) and his feet and that he would also prefer that he not harm him and then that's when Leia Organa especially asks Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) to be the one to interrogate her son and then while Kylo Ren (Ben Solo Skywalker) looks at Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) and that's when Rey Skywalker (Rey Palpatine) decides to start the interrogation

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on DeviantArt.

[julianalvarez9]

too far / mason mount

author's note: soooo it's been a while since i wrote something for this man, and it just had to be angst, you know? italics are flashbacks. proofread, but just a bit. it's kinda an open ending but i'm not thinking about a second part at the moment, sorry :(

wc: 2.052 words.

summary: things aren't going great for mason at the minute. he knows something -or someone, that could turn things around, but you might be too far now.

the doorknob twists, and mason sets a foot into his house. it's dark, no lights turned on, exactly as he left it when he went away, a few days ago. it smells empty, like no one lives there, and it's kind of true: he's never really there.

his shoulders slump and he feels defeated. it seems like he can't escape these feelings nowadays: he's just coming back from that first leg against real madrid, and the pain from the defeat is still weighing heavy on him, the scar still fresh on his mind.

he doesn't bother turning any light on, and much less making something to eat, knowing that his fridge must be empty. it's been one week since his mother did the grocery shopping for him, chastising him while doing so. "you need to eat, mase".

the brit steps a foot out of his car, and even though the london weather is as cold as it could get, with the night all settled in, he feels warm. he sees the lights turned on, shining all through the blinds, and he knows he's home.

the second he passes the entrance, mason gets welcomed by the homely fragrance of your shared home. there's a slight vanilla essence he can recognise, surely from the candles you love to lit, but also, a nice smell coming from the kitchen that makes his stomach rumble, reminding him how hungry he is after the trip back home. he can hear plates clinking and different sounds, which only ensures that yes, you're there.

"missed you" he says, while hugging you from behind. you're still busy mixing ingredients in the pan, but you still melt onto your boyfriend's figure. you feel the ticklish sensation of his beard over your cheek when he cranes his neck enough to leave a kiss there, and you smile knowingly. "missed you too, sweetheart".

mason doesn't care enough to clean up after himself, instead starting to undress from the minute his figure passes the entrance. the backpack he took on the trip with him is abandoned near the door. he'll take care of it in the morning, he thinks, if his mother doesn't get ahead of him. 

his trainers are the next thing to leave his figure, not caring enough to untie them before taking them off only with the help of his other feet. ben would, for sure, give him hell if he saw what he did with his birthday gift from him. "oi, mate! you're going to crease them!". again, he couldn't care less right now.

when he gets to the top of the stairs, the painful images return. it's like he was walking through his house as a mere corpse, going up the stairs in just his black briefs without actually seeing where he was going. he just wanted to jump into bed. 

instead, the spot seems to transport him back to a few weeks back, on the same site, same white walls and wooden floor, where he saw you for the last time. mason has made an effort to not think about it too much the thousands of other times he had to pass through the same spot. but he's not that strong tonight.

"what are you doing?".

his voice startles you, and mason gets even more confused at your reaction. this isn't usual for your relationship, he thinks: you, not jumping on his arms to greet him when he comes back from training; him, not knowing what you're up to; and last but not least, you flinching at the sound his voice. he can't prevent the pit in his stomach from forming when he sees you close your eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking softly. "i-i thought you would be gone for a few more hours. i'm sorry". 

he knows where this is going, even before asking you about it. but still, he does, in case he has misinterpreted something: in case this isn't as over as your sad features lead him to realize.

the suitcases stick out like a sore thumb, and the brit isn't one to keep from exteriorising his doubts. "what are you doing?" he repeats, almost expecting you to tell him about some trip you're taking coz of your work. he knows that's not the case. your work doesn't require any traveling; you had converted to working from home exclusively when you two moved in together. your reasoning was that mason was away all the time, you didn't need to make things more difficult.

"i'm moving back to my parent's house, mason. i explained everything in the letter," you mutter, almost inaudibly, like you're afraid he would get mad at your response. the truth is, you can't even look him in the eyes while telling him this: you imagined it would be worse if you had him in front of you, and you were right. that's why you wrote the letter in the first place. that's why you had thought about leaving when he wasn't home. so you could, hopefully, escape his pleads that would get you back to square one.

"a letter? why can't you say it to my face?" he asks, and even if it's a rhetoric question, you try to answer it, but you're left empty handed. "you're leaving me. say it".

he isn't angry, but his tone sounds harder than it needs to be. the thoughts are filling his head, and he's beating himself up for every one of them. he realizes that, yeah, he might be angry, but not at you, rather at himself. for letting it get to this point. for making you feel like you couldn't tell him what was wrong before deciding to leave.

"is this coz i'm always away?" he bitterly asks when you don't respond, rather standing still in the same spot where he had caught you. "i don't like being away either, but it's my fucking job!" he gets louder by the end of the sentence, before adding "i signed up for it".

"yeah, you did, and i'm proud of you for that every day". you're flashing him a nostalgic smile that he doesn't get to see, too occupied in trying to flatten the wrinkles on his forehead that had formed in surprise when he saw you with the bags. in reality, he's trying to divert his thoughts before falling apart in your presence, which turns to be even more difficult when you finish what you had started to say. "but i didn't sign up for living alone in someone's house, you know? you're always too far, mason. and i wish i would be talking only about the physical aspect of you not being here, but i'm not".

the air felt thick, and it sunk in mason's head that there would be nothing he could do to change your mind. his shoulders deflate even more, if it was even possible, when he heard you dragging your things past him, only to stop right by his side to give him a kiss on the cheek. a last goodbye, he thought, later on, once the dust had settled and the silence of your shared home, now only his house, engulfed him. your face was drenched in tears, but he didn't feel or see them because he couldn't do anything else but stare at his feet, and try to think where it all had gone wrong.

the first week was the worst.

he called a thousand times; morning, evening and night. you never picked up, of course. and it was fine, because mason didn't really know what he would say to you if you did. he only wanted to hear your voice in the recorded message that reproduced automatically after the call ringed too many times: he preferred to hear your chirpy, happy voice saying your automated "please, leave your message at the end of the beep!" instead of the gloomy tone you had when you muttered the last words you said to him.

"you're always too far, mason".

mason made sure to train extra hard, so sleep would come in quicker, but it had only made his teammates worry about him even more. he was visibly grumpy, and it only prompted more questions about what had happened between you two when his friends realized about your presence missing at stamford bridge.

"i'm so sorry, mate. i thought she was the one," said christian, sympathetic look in his eyes and a friendly pat on the back. the brit had thought you were the one too, the red box hiding on his nightstand only reminiscence now of what he hadn't even had the chance to ask.

"would you marry me?"

with the way he kept slowly brushing his fingers on your naked back, you were almost asleep when mason muttered his question. "huh?". he giggled a bit at your questioning eyes, barely seen by him in the darkness of your bedroom. nuzzling his nose on the top of your head before placing a soft kiss, he explained, though his voice sounded hoarse. "hypothetically speaking. if i bought a ring, would you say yes?".

it was the first time that you two were talking about this topic. still, you had no doubts. "i'd say yes. hypothetically speaking” you clarified, like he had done before, and he only held you tighter by the waist. the way you two were resting, skin to skin, almost asleep after your sinful activities made this talk seem like a feverish illusion. “what’s that taylor swift lyric? 'i've loved you three summers now…'".

"and i want them all," finished mason. he wasn’t just completing the lyrics, but rather exteriorizing his deepest wish.

the temperature didn't drop inside his house, but suddenly mason felt cold all over. not even the hot shower he took to try and ease his aching muscles helped him with the warmth he was lacking. after all, he knew it was yours.

it would be a lie on his part to say that he didn't feel you all over after that day. he wasn't sure if this is how it was before; maybe the little things that made him remember you throughout the day felt comforting before, but now, he dreads every time you appear in his brain. and it’s even worse when he can’t do anything to stop his thoughts from going back to you.

he realizes he feels you in the most mundane things, and that was what he despised the most, not being able to get rid of anything to forget you. nothing in the material objects spelt your name: they would, probably, seem normal to anyone that dared to look at them. but they weren't mason, didn’t have his soft caramel eyes who recognised all too well what was yours. what used to be. he was the one carrying the memories of your relationship, too engraved in his mind to forget.

for example, the hydration cream he applied religiously after you had scolded him for not taking care of his skin. the delicate sheets you had insisted he needed to buy to upgrade his quality of sleep. the thousands of pillows that you needed to sleep, but now, that was just decoration to him. "baby, the only pillow i need to sleep well is you," mason had insisted.

you were all over his house, but you weren't there. 

he knows it's pointless to still dwell on it, even after all this time. he knows why you're not here anymore, and there's nothing he can do to change it. at least, that's what he thinks. it's safer that way, to not think about what could’ve been. maybe if he had been more there, if he had listened more, if he had seen the signs. for sure, you would still be here. he knows the love didn’t run out; but the distance between you two was impossible to ignore.

“i wish i would be talking only about the physical aspect of you not being here, but i'm not".

after tossing and turning, probably more times than he could count, he gave up. mason realized that sleep would definitely escape him for the night, and at these ungodly hours, he just wasn’t as strong. he didn't do what he had promised himself he wouldn't.

02:22 [mason] said: i miss you

02:22 [you] said: go to sleep, mase

02:23 [you] said: we'll talk tomorrow, yeah?

[chaoticklesblog]

Sorry, I've gone dark with content over here. I just finished TUA Sunday and really want to write wholesome content of one of the most dysfunctional adopted sibling groups featured in a Top 10 Netflix Original, but honestly? I haaaated season 4, and it still depresses me to think about it. Maybe I'll write a fic or two to cheer me up (eventually lmfao). But what kind of fic would get great reception for those who enjoyed the show up until Netflix butchered Season 4? Vote below!

(Also, I have some vague Wolverine Deadpool ideas percolating in my brain, and maybe after I crank out a couple of TUA fics, I can focus my energy there!!!) So what kind of TUA fic would you guys like?

[hitchell-mope]

(After Audrey says yet another thing that pisses Mal off)

Mal: YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU FUCKING BITCH OR I’LL SLIT YOU OPEN LIKE FUCKING BAGUETTE!!!!

Ben (carrying Mal’s legs): no you won’t

Jay (carrying Mal’s arms): not until you’ve had something to eat first, at least.

Evie (watching the chaos): why do you never carry me like that?

Doug: because you’re unbelievably ticklish under your armpits, around your hips and behind your knees

Evie: oh yeah. That.

[ultimate-spiderman-stuff]

Hi, can I ask you to share some of your headcanons about Web Warriours? (Also thanks for posting about them)

All good!

The reason that Scarlet Spider hates water is because Ock used it to torture him a lot.

Miles has to go back to normal school after graduating from the academy.

Peter is super ticklish.

Flash ends up good friends with Monkey Joe.

Cho loves milkshakes but they make him feel sick.

On national sign language day Miles and Ben teach the others sign language.

Arnim Zola taught Ben German and HYDRA taught him Russian,Spanish as well as British sign language.

Once Cho and Peter got in a argument about Cho's hight, so he left the room then came back with a with a stool so that he could look down on Peter.

Peter goes into a half hibernation in Winter and it causes him to eat a heap the week before.

Since Ben is made out of liquid (Synthezoid fluid) he starts to freeze in cold weather.

Miles is super good at art.