#ticklish!jack

[nicostkthoughts]

It started with a bite of his burger, and it caught Dean's eye. He can see Jack taking as just of a big bite out of his burger as Dean did. The elder Winchester just batted an eye as he took a sip of his beer, Jack taking a sip of his own water at the same time, before they both set it down at the same time. Something in him, it reminded Dean of Sammy. How when Sam was younger, he'd always copy Dean until he wrecked the younger Winchester.

To test this, Dean grabbed his beer again, leaning back in the chair. He glanced over at Jack, seeing the young nephilim doing the exact same thing. “Stop.” He said sternly, looking right over at Jack. The nephilim stared at Dean, before taking a huge sip of water just as Dean took a huge sip of beer. “Okay that's it-” Dean grinned and tackled Jack after their drinks were placed down, again, at the same time. Jack squeaked as he was pinned down, looking up at the elder Winchester with wide eyes.

“Y’know how I dealt with Sammy when he pulled this shit?” Dean asked with a shit-eating grin. A bit confused and startled, the nephilim shook his head. “No.” He replied. “What did you do?” He asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “This.” Dean replied before tickling his sides. Jack immediately erupted into laughter, trying to push his hands away from his sides. “Dehean- ihit tihickles!” Jack giggled out. Dean couldn't help but smile at that, chuckling softly to himself. “If you're laughing this much over just the sides, I'd love to see how you laugh when I get your worst spots.” He teased before digging under his arms. Jack squealed and threw his head back in loud laughter. “DEHEAN NOHOT THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Jack laughed loudly with a snort. Dean started laughing himself at that. “No way! Did you just snort? Man, I gotta tell Sam and Cas when they get back!” He chuckled. “Didn’t know you and Sam had the same weak spot.” He grinned mischievously before letting up a few minutes later.

Jack grinned and caught his breath, panting softly when Dean finally let up. “That was fun.” The nephilim smiled a little, causing Dean to grin. “Just like Sammy, he used to love when I played tickle monster with him when he was little.” He informed, taking a sip of his beer as he sat back down on the motel couch. “He did?” The nephilim asked with a small smile. “He sure did. Maybe I can teach you a few pointers to tickle Sammy.” Dean chuckled as his attention turned towards Scooby Doo, which was playing on the TV. Jack smiled as he recovered from the tickle attack, his attention turning towards the TV too, as he leaned his head against Dean's shoulder. Maybe he did belong with them.

[cringemesstickles]

Newfound Vulnerability

TickleTober Day 21: New Discovery

Summary: Claire and Jack get used to being siblings

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,573

A/N: I wish Jack and Claire got more screen time together. I would’ve loved to see them being hanging out and being buddies

But at least there’s fanfiction 😄

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“Isn’t it weird that we’re, like… technically siblings?” Said Claire Novak, sitting on the couch and fidgeting with the drawstring on her jacket.

Jack, her adopted nephilim half brother, looked up at her from the arm chair that was situated across from her own seat.

“I don’t think it’s all that strange, considering everything else. I mean, I am Lucifer’s son.” He deadpanned, getting a laugh from Claire.

“Fair point. It’s weird to me though…” She said solemnly, her gaze glued to the floor.

Jack furrowed his brows in thought before perking his head up with a smile.

“Well then let’s make it not weird! What do brothers and sisters typically do?”

Claire looked a little taken aback, a pensive expression on her face.

“Well, I don’t know… pillow fights or tickle wars or something like that.”

This caused Jack to tilt his head like a confused puppy, something clearly having thrown him off.

“Tickle? What is that?”

Claire’s eyes widened, surprised by what she was hearing.

“You don’t know what tickling is?!” She asked in disbelief, leaning forward to look at him more intensely.

The nephilim shook his head.

“Nope. But I guess it’s better that we don’t do that; I don’t like fighting.”

The girl laughed, amused by the misunderstanding.

“It’s not actually fighting; it’s like, pretend fighting. And instead of hitting people, you tickle them.” She explained, noting how the confusion still didn’t leave Jack’s face.

Thinking for a moment, she scooted over to make room for the boy, patting the spot beside her.

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

It took a second for Jack to process the instructions before he hesitantly stood up and made his way over, taking a seat beside his new sister.

“Alright, now lay back and put your arms up, like this.” She demonstrated, raising her own arms over her head.

She saw the reluctance in Jack’s body language, noting how he froze all of a sudden.

“Is it… painful?” He asked, watching as she wiggled her fingers in the air as if preparing for something.

“No, you goof, it just feels kinda funny. Trust me, you’ll like it!”

At least she hoped he would. She’d rather not get flung across the room on the off chance that he didn’t like it.

The younger looked into her eyes, looking for any hint of dishonesty, before he smiled.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Claire felt a warmth in her heart that she usually kept guarded at all costs. The way Jack blindly trusted her made her feel something that she couldn’t quite place.

Jack trusted her.

Something that she couldn’t even do herself.

“Claire?”

She was snapped out of her thoughts.

“Are you alright?” Asked the nephilim, a trace of concern in his eyes.

The girl cleared her throat, trying to regroup her mind and refocus on the task at hand.

“Yeah, I’m good… just spaced out for a second, that’s all.”

Jack seemed to accept that, not asking any further questions.

“Anyway… you ready?” She reclaimed her confident demeanor, waiting for the boy to approve the action.

Taking the nod as a ‘yes’, Claire let her fingers dance over the younger’s ribs, testing the waters to avoid a make out session with the wall.

Jack’s eyes widened with surprise and he started to squirm and laugh, making no effort to escape.

“This feels ohohodd… a-am I doing it right?” He giggled, though he wasn’t sure why.

Claire snickered, watching Jack’s face take on a look of confusion, enjoyment, and awkwardness, all at the same time.

“It’s not something you do, it’s something other people do to you. I didn’t think you’d be this ticklish!” She mused and continued her ministrations, adding a little more pressure and focusing specifically on that top rib, her efforts earning a jump and a yelp from the young nephilim.

“AH- I thihink it t-tickles thehehere!!” The boy started to put up a little more effort in his squirming, seemingly only by instinct.

To Jack, the feeling was certainly bizarre, but not unpleasant. It felt almost soothing in a way, or maybe comforting? Whatever it was, he liked it!

“Everyone has spots where they’re more or less ticklish; this must be one of your bad spots, haha!”

Jack shook his head and looked at Claire with mirthful eyes.

“Not bahahahad, I-It’s good. I like ihihit!”

Claire felt that warmth again.

Jack was so… sincere; another thing that she couldn’t bring herself to be.

Every word he said was pure and genuine, authentic and truthful.

Claire couldn’t be vulnerable like that. She always had to lie and hide to keep herself safe.

Noticing she was losing herself in her thoughts again, she quickly forced herself back to reality, not wanting Jack to notice for a second time.

“Lets see where else you’re ticklish… how about here? Cas is really ticklish here.”

Her nimble fingers wandered up towards the boy’s neck, gently fluttering against the soft skin.

“EEK! I-Ihihit tickles even more thehehere!!!” Squealed Jack, instinctively scrunching up his shoulder’s to try and protect himself.

Claire’s eyes sparkled with excitement, thrilled by the stronger reaction.

Taking a gamble, she leaned in and blew a soft raspberry in the crook of Jack’s neck, his laughter raising an octave as he tossed his head back with mirth, cheeks turning rosy from laughing so much.

“CLAHAHAIRE, W-WHAT IS THAHAHAT?!”

The boy shrieked, kicking his legs out and shaking his head back and forth, his eyes starting to tear up from the hilarity.

Claire smirked and brought her head back up, looking at the giddy expression on her brother’s face.

“What? You can smite monsters and stuff but you can’t handle a raspberry?” She teased before going in for another one, delighting in the bubbly reactions it drew.

Jack tried not to dwell on the confusing fact that there was no pink fruit in sight, preferring to focus on how tingly his skin felt at the moment.

“SOMEWHERE ELSE, PLEHEHEASE!”

Claire immediately pulled back and let the nephilim calm down, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Somewhere else, huh? What about here?” She poked Jack in the side, getting a soft giggle in response.

That soft giggle started to heighten into bright youthful guffaws when the girl snuck her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, letting her nails skitter and scratch at the warm flesh.

Claire started to laugh along with her brother, enamored with his gleeful reactions.

Never in a million years would Claire have guessed that she’d be sitting on her couch, tickling her adopted celestial brother who could turn her to dust with the snap of his fingers.

It was a welcome surprise though.

“CLAHAHAIRE, NEED A BREHEHEAK!” Cried Jack, bright red in the face.

Claire pulled back and watched the boy catch his breath, a rare fondness in her eyes.

“So, how’d you like your first tickle experience?”

Jack let out the leftover giggles and sat up, rubbing at his sides which were still tingling from the attack.

“I enjoyed it a lot. It was fun!” He smiled brightly.

“Claire, can I try tickling you? I would like to make you laugh like you did to me!” He asked earnestly, tilting his head.

Claire was caught off guard, not expecting Jack to turn the tables so suddenly.

“I- Uh…” She hesitated, but when she saw the hopeful expression on Jack’s face, she just didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Okay, fine… but you gotta stop when I tell you to!”

The nephilim’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and he nodded excitedly.

“I promise!”

Carefully raising his hands, he tried to mimic the wriggling movement that he saw Claire do earlier. He carefully wiggled his fingers against her sides, watching for a reaction.

The girl began to giggle, squirming away from the touch and gently grabbing the nephilim’s hands.

“Oh Gohohod!”

Jack started to giggle as well, ecstatic with his success.

“Am I doing it right, Claire?!” He asked excitedly, looking for validation.

“You’re doing fine, Jahahack.” She affirmed.

After a moment, Claire began to get overwhelmed.

“O-Okay, stop stop stop!”

Jack pulled away, respecting his sister’s boundaries as she had done for him.

Suddenly, Claire felt tears starting to form in her eyes and she desperately tried to blink them away, trying to save face.

The younger’s face was now covered with concern, noticing the older’s abrupt mood change.

“Claire, what’s wrong? D-Did I go too far?” He asked, worried that he’d done something wrong.

Claire sniffed, shaking her head.

“No, i-it’s not that, it’s just…” She took a breath and tried to ground herself.

This was all so new to her; love, trust, vulnerability… she wasn’t used to this.

“I’ve never really been the touchy feely type… I’m just not used to this, that’s all.” She wiped away her tears, looking at Jack’s earnest face.

They sat in silence for a moment, the younger searching for the right words.

“Well, if it means anything… I’m honored that you felt like you could be vulnerable with me.” The nephilim finally said, offering a reassuring smile.

Claire laughed at the sincere statement, her heart warming with affection.

“Thanks, Jack…”

For the first time in forever, Claire let herself be vulnerable, and she didn’t hate it.

She continued to enjoy Jack’s company, forgetting all about the weirdness of their situation and letting herself bask in the newfound warmth of sibling love.

[amazingmsme]

Jack Bauer is 100% the type of person to deny being ticklish 3 seconds before being absolutely wrecked

REAL! You’re so right for this bestie! Like he knows what’s about to happen, but he’ll be damned if he just LETS it happen! He’s also the type to continue to deny being ticklish as he’s laughing his ass off

[foottickl3rguy]

So, I haven’t watched “The Boys” since maybe season two (I know ATrain gets a bit of a tickle in one of the episodes) but this HAS to be one of the BEST tickle scenes on TV today. Hughie gets straight up tickle tortured on his feet. Makes me wonder if Jack Quaid was acting, or not. 😮‍💨

[smileheart110]

To the Sun and Moon Show tickle community that love making Solar ticklish. Can we agree that there needs to be a tickle fic where Sun, Moon, Lunar, Earth, and Monty (and maybe Jack) find out that Solar's ticklish for the first time and each of them tickle him to find out where he's least and most ticklish since Solar didn't know where nor did he know that he's ticklish due to never being tickled before?

@anxious-lee-ler @not-bixbee @writer-rubes @theclumsyindecisiveturtle

[ticklethentopple]

Gotta get these pirates to talk somehow...

[anzynai]

Day 8 - Nuzzles

Jack and Epel (TWST)

a/n: i actually really liked writing this one. theyre friends, but really kinda implied here. lots of romantic undertones methinks.. idk. ANYWAY, i don’t have much more to say but enjoy!!

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it was weird how affectionate jack could be, epel thought, when jack laid against him, his ears twitching every so often. epel had always wanted to scratch behind him ever since he had met the other, but didn’t, afraid that that was weird, but when he finally gave in to his urges, it turned out a lot better than he had thought.

apparently jack really liked getting his ears scratched, and epel had to admit, it was kinda cute.

now, they sat underneath a tree, epel was sitting with his legs straight out and jack was laying down, his head resting on epel’s lap. epel wasn’t totally sure if this was just platonic friend behavior, but he found himself not minding either. either way, epel was reading a book, one hand offhandedly scratching behind jack’s ear comfortingly. at a certain interesting part, he got distracted, not realizing he had stopped.

that was, until jack tiredly nuzzled against his hands.

“gah, sorry, jack.” he said, resuming.

jack continued nuzzling him, though, even scooting in closer. his ears and hair nuzzled against his sides and his arms, and epel let out a giggle.

“hehehey! t-thahahat tihihickles, stop that!”

jack looked up, a cheeky smile on his face, and epel couldn’t will alway his blush upon seeing it.

“you’re ticklish?” jack asked, almost incredulously and very curious. epel felt a bit embarrassed under his gazed.

“j-just a little… ain’t everyone?!” epel muttered, feeling increasingly nervous at the childlike wonder in jack’s eyes.

“maybe, but that’s not the focus of the matter right now.” a moment of silence.

“..wh—“

“can i tickle you?” jack asked, interrupting epel.

“WHAT?!”

“i’m curious. i want to.” jack stared. with anyone else, epel definitely would have said no and ran away, but for some reason, he couldn’t find himself to say no.

he couldn’t really say yes either, so he mumbled out some word that even he didn’t know was supposed to sound like, but apparently it was good for jack because he leaned down, immediately squeezing epel’s sides.

epel jolted, a smile automatically appearing on his face. “eek!” he cried, embarrassed at how fast he had reacted. jack leaned down further, moving so that he was in front of epel and nuzzled the top of his head on epel’s tummy. it was not really a way he had ever been tickled before, but it was apparently very effective.

“g-gahahaha! jajahahahack!”

“hmm?” jack paused, looking up at epel.

“thahat tihihickles!”

“…well, yeah.” jack replied and epel wanted to groan, wondering what in the world had possessed him to make him say yes to such a request in the first place.

apparently be had been silent for too long because jack repositioned himself to tickle him again, pinching his thighs and scratching at his knees.

“AHAHAHACK!” he cried, squirming and trying desperately not to kick jack in the face. jack was looking like he was having the time of his life, studying epel’s reactions.

“oh, you’re pretty ticklish here,” jack noted and epel tried to shut his mouth, but he was feeling too sensitive.

“nanahahahaaha!” even if epel wanted to reply, he couldn’t. he cursed himself for being born so damn ticklish.

seconds later, he felt he was slowly losing his insanity. jack was a thorough tickler, that’s for sure, he realized, as jack had tested nearly every spot a person could be ticklish. epel even found out some spots he didn’t know he was ticklish.

“O-OHOHOKAY! EHEHEHENOUGH! T-thahahat’s eheheHENOUGH!” he cried at least, and jack nodded, stopping his attack, allowing for epel a chance to breathe.

“you okay?” jack asked, trying to not look concerned. he seemed worried he had gone too far, so epel was quick to reassure him.

“i’m good. just, uh, when did ya.. get so good at that?”

“at tickling?” jack tilted his head.

“y-yeah.”

“well, i didn’t really know i was “good at tickling”. i guess i just have younger siblings so…” jack shrugged, and epel nodded, getting what he meant. “that was fun.”

“it was?” epel asked.

“yeah, your reactions were cute. you’re.. cute.”

“huh?!” epel shouted, feeling flustered suddenly. jack jumped, almost shocked at himself for even saying it.

“sorry, i meant— uh— i know you don’t like being called cute.. i don’t know, forget about it.”

“no, it’s okay. i don’t usually like it,” epel admitted, and jack’s ears drooped just slightly. “but i guess it’s okay time to time. i mean, cuteness has it’s own charms and i’m starting to learn that now.” epel smiled, hopefully in a way that jack considered reassuring.

it seemed it was, because jack smiled back. jack rest his head back on epel’s lap, and if every once in a while, jack would nuzzle against epel’s tummy and make him giggle, neither mentioned it.

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

And I've come bearing gifts of yet another spn fic (I'm in my active writing era 😌💅)

(this is set in season 13 or 14)

So yeah enjoy

Jack was a curious kid, obviously. It was no secret the kid loved to learn about most anything and everything. Even just listening sometimes was enough for him.

Once Dean had gotten attached to the kid, he didn't really mind answering all of Jack's questions.

Jack was especially curious whenever he was allowed on a hunt with them, wanting to know everything about what kind of monster they were hunting.

On an ordinary day though, Jack was more quiet. You could usually find him in his room reading while listening to rock music (Dean had told him that it was the only 'good' kind of music) or watching cartoons on the TV that Cas had given to him from his room. Mostly, they all kept to themselves on the days between hunts.

But often times Dean would gather everyone in the living room area for a movie night while they ate dinner. Cas would usually make some kind of warm drink after they all ate, Dean always got to pick the movie (regardless of how many protests were shouted at him), Sam had taught Jack how to make popcorn and Jack used that skill whenever he got the chance, and Sam took the opportunity to just relax on the couch with them.

Often times Sam would fall asleep during the movie, and Dean would bitch about it afterwards as loudly as he could. Jack had recently taken up Sam's habit though. Every time they all sat down to watch something you'd turn around Jack was dozing off, usually leaning against someone's shoulder.

As cute as it was, Dean couldn't stand for Jack to miss the death star exploding.

Dean had been chosen that evening as Jack's human pillow, so it was easy enough to reach over and poke him several times in the side to try and rouse him.

Jack shifted over and ignored the pokes, snuffling into Dean's arm.

Dean repeated the action a few more times, until he noticed a small sleepy smile on Jack's face that he was trying to hide.

Dean hummed quietly but let the kid sleep, saving that information for later.

After the movie ended (and, yes, Jack did miss the exploding of the death star but it wasn't like this was his first time seeing A New Hope) they all stayed seated, relaxed in their spots making idle conversation.

Jack was now awake, listening to Sam and Cas' conversation about which star wars movie was the best. Dean turned his attention from the pair to look at Jack.

"I can't believe you-" Dean said, rapidly poking Jack's side causing the kid to curl up and swat and Dean's hand. "fell asleep during the best star wars movie and the best part of it."

"I didn't mean to!" Jack giggled, using one hand to protect his side the other to hold onto Dean's hand.

"Mhm, sure you didn't." Dean eyerolled, now launching a full on tickle attack on Jack.

Dean leaned over and dragged Jack into his lap, using one his hands to hold his outer arm above his head leaving his entire left side exposed. His free hand darted around Jack's torso, tickling as many places as he could. Jack attempted to grab Dean's hand but was too slow to catch him and couldn't predict correctly which spot Dean was going to go to next so he just resorted to holding onto Dean's forearm and trying to control his laughter.

"Do you know how to play guitar, Jack?" Dean asked while still tickling him.

"No!" Jack said through his giggles.

"Well, what we have here," Dean pat Jack's stomach. "is a good old fashioned guitar."

Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his head tilting to the side.

"~Juuust gotta make sure it's in tune before I can play anything on it, of course." Dean grinned at him.

He held his right hand as if he had a guitar pic in his hand and pressed his fingers against Jack's ribs. He pretended to "play" the guitar, Jack's ribs being the strings.

He tested different ribs, listening to Jack's different laughs as he did so.

"Sounds tuned to me." Dean nodded. "That means we can play it now. "

Jack was about to make his protests known but Dean had already started, picking up and down Jack's whole side.

He threw in some light scribbles every now and then when he got up high on Jack's ribs, just to hear him squeal.

Jack promptly lost his mind, lost in his own mirth. He threw his head back against one of the couch pillows, cackles spilling out of him freely. His squirming intensified too, wiggling in every direction to get away from Dean's wiggling fingers.

He noticed that Sam and Cas had been watching for some time now, fond smiles on both of their faces. Dean noticed too and grinned at them.

"Do you guys like my guitar?" He raised an eyebrow. "Probably the nicest one I've ever played."

"Oh, I bet." Sam nodded. "I mean considering that you've never owned a guitar and nor do you know how to play, but if that one can give you the skills to play like that then that's one nice guitar."

Dean chuckled. "Wanna hear how it plays?"

"Dean, nohohOHO!!" Jack shrieked, arching his back. Dean alternated spots, going from right next to Jack's armpit to down low next to his hip. Jack's giggles jumped in both pitch and volume several times.

"I like this note." Dean teased. He scratched on Jack's highest rib, his laughter jumping up to a near screech. He squirmed violently twords the ground, almost falling out of Dean's arms before he was pulled back into Dean's lap.

"My guitar likes to wiggle apparently," Dean laughed, going back to the same spot that he was tickling before. Jack squealed again, giving up on trying to escape and just taking the tingly sensations overtaking his entire being. It was as if he could feel the tickles through his whole body, from his ears, to his neck, all the way down his torso and legs, electric tingles shooting down his knees, to his constantly moving feet which were currently kicking the couch in an effort to help give himself some relief from the sensations that were surging throughout his body.

After a few minutes when Jack had properly melted in Dean's lap from exhaustion, Dean finally stopped, releasing Jack's arm and letting him roll over onto his stomach. Dean rubbed up and down his back grinning down at the kid, though he couldn't see.

"You okay, Jack?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," Jack answered.

Dean rubbed a soothing hand through his hair, letting him fully relax.

"Hey, if you ever need any help getting Dean back, I'll gladly help you out Jack." Sam said. "He's ridiculously ticklish just like you." He smirked.

"Shut up." Dean glared at him. "You're just as bad."

"Statistically, Sam is less sensative than you are, but you and Jack seem equal in ticklishness." Cas held back a smile.

"You shut up too." Dean pointed at Cas. Sam laughed at them both.

Once again, Jack felt himself falling asleep but this time to the sounds of his family getting into a silly argument rather than the sounds of blaster fire and exciting background music.

Hope you liked

[bow-of-aros]

Day Eight: Nuzzles

Summary: Crutchie couldn't have asked for a better end to a better day, and Jack always makes sure that he's smiling.

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Hey folks! A Jack and Crutchie fic was honestly inevitable, and I just think that they're so cute and they care about each other so much. I hope that y'all enjoy this one <33

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It had been a great day for selling. The weather was nice, the people were in a good mood, Crutchie’s leg was barely bothering him, and he hadn’t even had to make up a new headline! The buyers had been extra generous, or maybe they’d just felt extra bad for the poor crippled boy that day, Crutchie didn’t really care which one it was when he’d managed to pocket a whole extra dollar on top of the thirty cents he’d need to buy his fifty papes tomorrow!

He lets himself ride the high of a job well done all the way up to the rooftop, propping his crutch against the railing as he dangles his feet off the edge, taking in the sight of New York going about its evening.

After a while, Crutchie can hear the tell-tale sound of Jack’s voice as he makes his last rounds, telling all the boys to stay out of trouble.

Jack’s a natural leader, Crutchie’s known it ever since the moment he first heard his voice. It’s loud, it takes up space. And it isn’t loud for the sake of being loud like most of the other guys here. When Jack speaks, it always sounds like he’s saying something important, something worth listening to.

He’s charismatic and his voice carries over the rooftops, so Crutchie can hear Jack say to Race,

“Wouldya keep an eye on Romeo and Elmer tonight? I have a feeling that they’re itching to get into some trouble.”

Crutchie’s sure that Race says something in return, likely accompanied by a salute featuring his trademark cigar, but it doesn’t quite carry up to where he’s sitting.

On the other hand, maybe Crutchie’s just more attuned to Jack’s voice than anything else.

The clanging sound that always accompanies Jack scrambling up the ladder pulls him out of his thoughts just in time to see a grinning, ink-stained face pop up over the edge of their so-called penthouse.

“Hey Crutchie! How was selling today?” He speaks as he hauls himself up the final few rungs and plops down rather unceremoniously next to the younger boy, “Is your leg giving you any trouble? Didja get enough food? Do I need to rough anyone up for you? Because I will!”

Crutchie’s learned to not take all the questions to heart. At first, he’d thought that it was Jack thinking that he couldn’t take care of himself, and it was only after a very stern talking-to that he’d realized that Jack was just like that.

No wonder he was the leader of the Manhattan newsies, he was basically everyone’s mother.

“Heya Jack, selling was great, actually!” Crutchie started ticking off the answer to Jack’s questions on his fingers, “No, my leg’s not giving me trouble. Yes, I got enough food. And no, you don’t need to rough anyone up for me. The Delanceys decided to leave well enough alone today so you can stop your mother henning!”

Jack presses a hand to his chest in mock offense, “Mother henning?! Is it really mother henning if I just want to make sure you had a good day?”

“Nah, ‘course not.”

“Good,” Jack said, leaning more firmly against Crutchie’s side.

“Mom.”

“Why you little—”

And Jack slung an arm across Crutchie’s shoulder to reel him in close, using his other hand to ruffle his hair until Crutchie was laughing and half-heartedly trying to push him away.

It’s nice, Crutchie thought as Jack let up and hooked his chin over his shoulder, just appreciating the little things. The sunset over the New York skyline, spending time with his family after a good day, laughing like they had no cares in the world.

Soft hair brushed against his neck as Jack nuzzled in closer and, “Hehey, knock it off!”

“Knock what off?”

“You know.”

Jack only responded by moving in closer, trapping Crutchie against his chest when he tried to squirm away and rubbing a lightly stubbled cheek against his neck.

“Jahahack!” He whined through his laughter, “You need to shahahave!”

Scrunching up his shoulders did nothing, only inviting gentle prodding against his sides as Crutchie fell back into Jack, giggling brightly all the while.

Jack lets off after a few moments with a, “Alright kid, I think you’ve had enough. Now, hold still so I can sketch ya!” He trails off for a moment, reaching for his sketchbook and muttering, “I wish that I could keep you this happy forever, but a picture’s gonna have to do.”

Crutchie lets himself settle back against the bars of their penthouse, a soft smile lingering on his face as he watches his best friend—no, his brother—flip open to a blank page and begin smudging charcoal all over it.

He’s never been able to figure out how Jack can create something beautiful off of a blank page, but as his tongue sticks out in concentration and his eyes flicker up to meet Crutchie’s every so often, he just counts himself lucky to be considered worthy of a piece of art.

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Look before assuming

Lers: Ranboo, Tubbo and Wilbur

Lees: Tommy and Tubbo

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Tommy was streaming on Minecraft the door to his office came in. It was Ranboo. But Tommy didn't know that it was Ranboo. He thought it was Jack Manifold again. He did not mind when he is there. But then Ranboo picked him up. Again something that Jack would do.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT" he screamed.

"That's how you talk to your friends" Ranboo finally said reveling that it was him.

"RANBOO- WAIT I'M SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE JACK I SWEAR." Tommy tried to explain

"Uh huh, sure" Ranboo did not believe that

Tommy saw the look in Ranboo and knew what he was planning. Tommy tried to squirm out of Ranboo's arms. Once he did, he turned the stream off and ran out of the room bumping into Wilbur and Tubbo.

Wilbur spoke first, "Tommy? Why are you running in the house?"

"I accidentally yelled at Ranboo thinking he was Jack Manifold. And now he wants to tickle me as a punishment for that." Tommy explained

"Oh, so your running from him and his tickly fingers. I thought you liked when he tickles you." Tubbo said grinning a bit

Tommy blushes "w-well yeah, I do but the chasing is what makes it fun" Tommy's eyes then widened looking behind him seeing Ranboo behind him.

"You like when I tickle you huh? And the chasing makes it fun?" Ranboo teased. Before pouncing on Tommy, holding him down by sitting on his thighs.

Tommy yelped as Ranboo pounced on him.

"Did I hurt you, Tommy?" Ranboo said, making sure he didn't hurt his friend.

"Yeah I'm fine, Ranboo. You just surprised me. That's all." Tommy replied.

Ranboo relaxed as he started cracking his fingers, making sure they were ready to be moving a lot until Tommy can't take it anymore.

"Safeword is "Philza", alright?"

Tommy nods as he felt ten fingers scribbling up and down his belly gently. Tommy giggles softly.

"Aww soft cute giggles, coming from little sassy Tommyinnit. How cute." Ranboo teased, giggling himself

"Nohohohot cuhuhuhuhutehehehehehehehehehe.

"Oh yes you are" Wilbur spoke up, joining in on the tickling. Tickling his feet.

"NOHOHOHO WIHIHIHIHILBUR. STOHOHOBOHOHOP"

Wilbur laughed "do you really want me to stop? You could have kicked me off by now. You have to be honest, you enjoy this."

Tommy whined, he didn't want him to stop but he didn't want his feet tickled. But he also didn't wanna kick him or hurt him.

"WIHIHIHIHILBUR IHIHIHI HAHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHEHEHEN'T KIHIHIHIHIHICKED YOU OHOHOHOHOHFF BEHEHECAHAHAHAHAAAHAHUHUHUSEHEHEHEHEHE I DON'T WAHAHAHAHAAHANT TOHOHOHOHO KIHIHIHICK YOU AHAHAHAHAHAND HUHUHUHUHURT YOU" Tommy screamed out with laughter.

"Awww that's sweet but also a lie, you like this and I know it." Wilbur teased. As Tubbo sat down and pinned Tommy's arms under his legs, which were above Tommy's head. As he traced shapes in Tommy's armpits

"WAHAHAHAHAIT TUHUHUHUBBOHOHOHOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOR SUPPOHOHOHOHOHOSEHEHEHEHEHE TOHOHOHOHOHO BEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVIHIHIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE."

Tubbo grinned, "I was suppose to save you? But I wanna help tickle you since you love it so much."

"You have no one to save you except for your safeword." Ranboo teased, making Tommy scream with louder laughter

"OKAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY, PHIHIHIHILZAHAHAHAHA, NOW PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAP" Tommy was loosing it.

They all stopped seeing on how red he was from laughter and teasing. Tommy curled up into a ball as Ranboo rubbed his hand on Tommy's back, to help him calm him down and get rid of the ghost tickles

Then Ranboo said, "Tubbo it's your turn~"

Then he grabbed Tubbo and pulled him onto his lap. Hiding his arms above his head with one hand and started to wiggle his finger inside Tubbos belly button. Making Tubbo scream

"W-WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP" he screamed trying to squirm out of Ranboo's grip but Ranboo was too strong.

"The safeword is the same as Tommy's safeword, so just say it if you had enough"

Ranboo tickled Tubbo for an hour when he finally said "PHIHIHIHILZAHAHAHAHA"

As soon as Tubbo said that, he was released and Ranboo stopped tickling him.

Let's just say, Tubbo and Tommy had to be carried to bed that night. Wilbur carried Tommy, and Ranboo carried Tubbo.

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Please show no hate, this is my actual fic on Tumblr. Love y'all (not in the weird way)

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 2: Claws

DAY 2: Claws

((An old favorite from my Creepypasta days 😅 don’t judge me look awayyy))

[ticklish-jack]

TUM!!

+Lee mood Rambles post

Today my shirt kept riding up and it put me into a deep lee mood

[cringemesstickles]

Pranks Come With Consequences

(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)

Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge

Pairing: implied none

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨

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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.

“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.

“Aw, come on, Davey. It’s just a little joke!” Jack replied, chuckling. “No harm done, right?”

David slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes filled with indignation.

“A joke? You call replacing my carefully crafted sentences with ludicrous innuendos a joke? You jeopardized my credibility!”

Jack’s eyes widened as he registered David’s fury. A sense of dread settled over him, and he stammered,

“Look, I- uh- I didn’t think you’d get this mad... I’m sorry.”

David’s glare deepened, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. Then, with a sudden swiftness, David lunged at him, knocking Jack onto the beat up sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry, alright,” David growled.

Before Jack could react, David pinned him down, his fingers swiftly descending towards Jack’s vulnerable sides.

Usually, David was gentle, employing feathery strokes to elicit laughter; but not this time.

This time, he dug his fingers in, scribbling rapidly and relentlessly into the sensitive flesh.

“WHAHAA- DAVEY, STAHAHAP!”

“Say you’re sorry!” David’s voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled.

“EEK- I-I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Cried Jack, flailing aimlessly under the torturous sensations.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

David shifted to rake over his friends tummy, moving his hands in a circular motion, relishing how Jack’s laughter got louder and his belly seemed to quiver sensitively.

He’d been tickling the blonde for less than two minutes and he was already hysterical, something David found both ridiculous and endearing.

“NOO, DAVEY, MEHEHERCY!!”

The brunette laughed at that, not halting his attack.

“Aw, you don’t like this? It’s just a little joke, remember?” He teased, causing a bright red blush to form on Jack’s face which was adorned with a childlike smile as he thrashed and guffawed.

“NOHOHOHO, DAVE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Normally, David would relent by now; but in this moment, he was a man of vengeance and he wasn’t gonna stop until he felt that the little prankster had truly learned his lesson.

Besides, anyone with a brain could see the sparkling joy in Jack’s eyes. He was always up for mischief in any way, shape, or form, thus making it enjoyable for the both of them.

David’s nimble fingers wandered up to his victims underarms, drilling his thumbs into the hollows and earning a snort from the boy.

Jack squealed and kicked, slamming his arms down to his sides, which didn’t help at all; in fact, it only seemed to make it tickle more.

“GAHAHAHA- NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHERE!!” He cackled, tears of mirth starting to fall down his face as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, unable to escape the ruthless tickling.

David grinned, digging in harder and making Jack scream with laughter.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jack? Does this tickle? Does it? Maybe next time, you’ll think of the consequences before pulling a stupid prank like that.”

Jack’s bright boisterous laughter echoed through the room, almost filling it with a feeling of warmth.

“DAVEHEHEHEY!! I-I CAHAHA- MEHER-MERCYYY!”

The troublemakers struggling was beginning to falter, going limp and surrendering to the tickly torment and letting himself be consumed by his own hysterical reactions.

David pulled his hands away for a moment to give Jack a breather, though it was clear by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished quite yet.

“Well? You ready for more tickles?” He teased, wiggling his fingers just above the blonde’s ribs, knowing it was a tickle hot spot.

Jack’s eyes widened comically and his squirming picked up again, renewed with a newfound desperation.

“Oh no. nononono, Davey, plehehehease! I’m sohohorryyy!!” Giggled Jack, tingling with anticipation as he watched those scarily skilled digits inch closer and closer to his most ticklish spot, both eager and dreadful.

“Nope. Not buying it. I don't think you’re truly sorry yet.” Smirked the brunette, a devious glint in his eye.

“I am, I am!! Dahahavey, pleHEHEHEASE- OH GOHOHOD!”

A mixture of snorts, shrieks, and squeals filled the room as Jack was tossed into a bout of hysterics, kicking and thrashing like a wild horse as David’s fingers dug harshly into his ribs, pinching skittering and squeezing the sensitive spot.

“Aw, listen to that beautiful laughter. You’re just too adorable when you’re all helpless and squirmy~” David cooed, delighting in the way Jack’s cheeks managed to flush even darker, taking on a cherry red hue.

“NOHOHOOOO!! D-DAVEY, STOHOHOHOP!” Jack pleaded, struggling to breathe through all the laughter.

“Stop what? Tickling you, or calling you cute?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!! EEK- MEHERCY, MERCEHEHEHEY!!”

Figuring the boy had learned his lesson, David began to ease up; but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just to make sure…”

Quickly pulling Jack’s shirt up, David lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry right on the blonde’s ribs, getting a shrill shriek in response.

“NAHAHAH- DAHA- PLEHE- CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE-”

At this point, Jack was nearly incoherent.

His body went completely still and he seemed to lose his voice, with a bright smile glued to his face as, he let his head fall back as he let out silent happy laughter.

Seeing his friend was genuinely struggling to breathe, the brunette pulled away, getting off of the boy and giving him some room to calm down.

“You alright?” He asked, getting a tired nod from Jack who was gasping for air and giggling from the phantom tickles.

“Good. Now let this be a lesson… next time you wanna pull a stupid prank like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Jack nodded frantically, still flushed from the attack.

“Heard you loud and clehehear; no more pranks… for now… hehe” He grinned cheekily, David merely rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“You’re incorrigible, Jack…” David chuckled fondly.

Jack Kelly could be a real handful sometimes, but David, no matter how frustrated he could get with his friend’s shenanigans, wouldn’t have him any other way.

[amazingmsme]

Headcanons for me myself & I because I’m the only one who cares

Jack Sparks has few friends & isn’t close with very many people. In fact, you might call him an insufferable narcissist. Dude truly never shuts the fuck up, & he basically only ever talks about himself. So those he is close with absolutely have to resort to tickling him if they ever wanna get a word in edgewise

It’s the best way to humble him, so he desperately tries to keep his sensitivity a secret. Can’t let all the people know the great Jack Sparks is *gasp* ticklish!

Even tho he’s not in touch with his brother Alistair anymore, when they were growing up, he was always the loser in their tickle fights. Just comes with being the younger sibling

Whenever they would meet up, Alistair likes to rag on him & tickle him when he’s not expecting it. Because sometimes he needs to be reminded he’s his brother & not only the acclaimed journalist

Bex’s only defense against Jack’s endless blabbermouth & pompous, holier than thou personality is to tickle him senseless. & this really doesn’t help with his hopeless crush on her

Since she’s he’s roomie, she’s basically the only one who tickles him anymore, which he tries not to think about because wtf he should be happy no one does that to him anymore…

He’s already an unreliable narrator so you know he’s in such denial about how ticklish he is. At first he flat out denies it in the most matter of fact tone he can muster. But if you manage to get him to crack he concedes that he might be just a wee bit ticklish, but barely. He just really tries to downplay it

Next thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world & loves nothing more than to rub it in. Sometimes he’ll just be watching tv or trying to work & she pops out of nowhere & wrecks him just for the fun of it. She says just living with him is justification enough

Because he’s investigating the supernatural for this book, he stays in a few haunted hotels & b&b’s to see if he experiences anything. At one of these places, he was woken up in the middle of the night by something tickling him. & not a light tickling either, his room got a noise complaint. The staff were sympathetic & amused because this shit just happens sometimes but he is SO huffy & flustered & is a dick to them all because their ghosts can’t keep their hands to themselves

He does NOT put that in the book. Not only is his entire world view recently shattered because holy shit ghosts are real, but he cannot grapple with the humiliation that he was tickled by one. He’d rather die than put that in his book (HA!)

That’s all I got for now. But this man needs a double dose of humble pie & I had to get my thoughts out

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

in the WORST tickle feels mood, and watching a show called “Three’s Company.” and why did this clip have to call me out?

(you know that feeling of having to concentrate during a tickle scene so you can pretend what you just watched didn’t affect you in any way? yep.)

[anxious-lee]

Helloooo, same anon that asked about Great Mouse Detective! I'm gonna call myself the Disney/pumpkin anon going forward! I had more thoughts and I'm gonna share them with a fellow Disney fan!

Okokok, hear me out: Ler!Jack Skellington, and ler!Randall from Monsters Inc. Thoughts?

-🎃

Ler! Randall would be quite a fucking force to be reckoned with holy moly I mean the INVISIBILTY??? unfair

But you know what honestly if I had to pick an ideal fictional ler, Jack Skellington would be high on that list. He's just so aaaaaa 🥰

THE LONG BONY FINGERS. THE PURE HEARTED CYRIOUS NATURE. A LITTLE BIT OF AN EVIL SIDE. PERFECTO 👌

there's actually a little bit of ler!jack (mostly lee!jack which I LOVE) in this fic I reblogged quite a while ago 🤔

I'll reblog this message with the fic link