#ticklish max

[veryblushyswitch]

could you please do prompt 97 with ler!Lucas and Lee!Max from stranger things? Thanks+I love your work🩷

Max & Lucas ~ (tickle fic)

Summary: Lucas takes Max down a few pegs after she keeps saying she’s not ticklish.

Lee: Max & a little lee Lucas

Ler: Lucas & a little ler Max

Authors Note: I’m so happy to be writing requests again!! Thank you to everyone who has sent one in!! I’m getting to them when I can and I appreciate your patience 💖

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas sarcastically remarked over his girlfriend’s giggles.

Max could never live down the fact that she was ticklish. Even though Lucas was 100 times more sensitive than she was, she couldn’t escape the fact that tickling made her lose all control and submit to laughter.

And maybe she didn’t really mind that. Not that she would ever tell anyone. But she didn’t need to. Lucas saw through her tough girl façade and made sure to indulge her in tickle fights every now and then.

The whole situation had started when Lucas was the victim of a tickle attack himself. He was unable to do anything but laugh as Max massaged his ribs and poked his neck.

After he surrendered, she proclaimed how she couldn’t believe anyone could be that ticklish. Even going as far to say, “I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Not that I’m ticklish anyway.”

This sparked that revenge nerve inside Lucas. He eyed his prey and pounced before giving it a second thought. Without time to process his sudden counterattack, Max yelped as Lucas pinned her to the floor and started squeezing her sides.

“Luhucahahahahahas! Stahahahahahap!” Max scrambled to grab at his hands. She failed in the long run as he would switch to her underarms or ribs and back to her sides. This kept her on high alert and unable to predict his next move.

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas smirked, moving to do the same technique she used on him just a moment ago.

“NAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! LUCAHAHAHAHAHAS! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” She pushed at the hand attacking her ribs and scrunched her shoulders when the hand tickling her neck skimmed her ear.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out? Sucks for you, Mad Max~” Lucas teased. Max kicked her legs and soon came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to get out of this by squirming.

She reached out and tweaked Lucas’ side. A high pitched squeal, that Lucas would never admit to being the source of, echoed through the air before he pinned the offending hand down with his knee.

“Oh you are so in for it now, Mayfield!” He moved his wiggling fingers to her underarm and watched as she screeched and erupted once again into laughter. Her other hand tried hard to protect the area, but all efforts were futile.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Max pulled at her wrist and even let out a snort. To which Lucas struggled to keep upright as he was sent into hysterics at the sound.

“SHUHUHUHUT *snort* UHUHUHUHUP!” Lucas laughed so hard at the second snort that he completely fell over onto his side. Max immediately curled into a ball and grasped her sides. Giggles rang through the air as Max recovered from the tickles and Lucas calmed down.

“You’re soho mehean.” Max playfully whined, kicking at Lucas’ arm while he controlled his giggles.

“Sahays the one who tickled me first!” He pushed at her foot and even gave it a few scribbles making her squeal and pull her legs to her chest.

They continued to giggle and lay on the floor, telling stories and eventually getting up when it was time for Max to leave. She placed a kiss to his forehead before Lucas cupped her face and kissed her lips.

They melted into each others embrace as they hugged. Lucas waved goodbye and smiled at the memory of recent events. Yet another memorable date for the books.

~

Oh my gosh I haven’t done requests in forever!! Hope you enjoyed this and thank you everyone for your patience 💖

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YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF JOY THAT OVERCAME ME WHEN I SAW WHO THIS FIC WAS ABOUT!! 💖💖💖 I have always loved both Goofy movies so much and I am absolutely loving the Max x Bradley apocalypse that’s happening right now ✨

"Would you..."

I'M BACK FINALLY, BABYYYY

JUST HAD TO GET HAPPY AGAIN AND FIND A FIXATION

Anyway this is a Maxley tickle fic

Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust III

I will also be writing Tank x Bradley, I like both ships

Lee! Max, Ler! Bradley

Don't worry, Bradley is gonna have plenty of lee moments in the future, he needs his shit wrecked

I gave them tails (._.) They're dogs, they get tails

Summary: Max and Bradley are having a horror movie marathon, and it starts a little game between them, which eventually turns into a much different, more one sided game

*cl-click... whiiiirrrr*

Max popped the tape into the player, and scooted back, sitting against the couch on the floor, while Bradley sat on the couch with his legs draped over his shoulders. He rested his chin on his head and fixed his eyes on the screen.

Everybody knew Max loved horror movies, but most people didn't know Bradley was much the same, on one condition.

"Does the-"

"No, I talked to Bobby, no animals die on screen in this one, just a pet bird that's already found in its cage, but they have a funeral for it."

Satisfied, Bradley rested his chin back down on Max's head as the movie started. He didn't like animal death scenes, but he was perfectly fine with people.

About half way in, he broke the silence between them. "If I got sucked into an alternate ghostly plane, would you come in after me?"

"Absolutely." Max's answer was immediate. He leaned his head back to look up at his boyfriend. "If I told you a man with knives for fingers was terrorizing my dreams, would you fall asleep and fight him for me?"

"Absolutely not," Bradley answered, earning a snort from Max, "The dream world was his world, and he had more power there, are you crazy? He'd obviously win. That's not even how it worked in the movie, they pulled him out of the dream and killed him in the real world."

"Okay well would you kill him in the lore accurate way?"

"Realistically, no I'd send Tank to do that, but for the purpose of this game, I'll say yes." He responded, his tail thumping against the couch, causing Max to start wagging his as well.

"My hero." Max mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the TV to finish the movie.

Sometime during the movie, Bradley started to twirl Max's ear around his finger and just mess with it, oblivious to the blush that had spread across his partner's face, or the way he tensed up and grinned nervously.

"Maximus, if I were a skeleton in your attic, would you help me rebuild my body to become alive again?"

Max normally would have rolled his eyes at the name 'Maximus' but he was a little too focused on the ticklish feeling in his ear. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up pushing Bradley's hand away with a giggly, "Quihit-"

Now this caught the fraternity leader's attention. Any chance he got to mess with Max, he took. "Oh? Ticklish, Goof?" He practically purred, tightening his legs over Max's shoulders to keep him in place.

Max's cheeks reddened. He didn't have an issue with being tickled.. It was his laugh he was self conscious about, since he inherited it from his father. Ever since he could remember, he'd practiced his laugh to make it sound normal, and not... Goofy.

"Bradley wait, my laugh-"

"I know, I've heard you before."

And with that as his warning, Bradley started to play with both ears, gently rubbing them between his fingers, while Max just giggled and tried to shake his head.

"Nohohoho, Brahad- Nohot my ehehears-" He tried to duck his head but that didn't do much, since Bradley just followed. His ears weren't necessarily 'bad,' but more of a 'sweet spot,' in the way they always got him giggling, blushing, and fumbling like he didn't know how to react.

"Oh not your ears? Would you prefer I move down here then?" He teased, releasing Max's ears and slipping his hands down under his arms. Max arched his back and squeezed his arms down against his sides, his tail going wild slapping the floor.

"Brahahahadley nohohoho!"

"Max, I can't hear the movie, calm down~ Why are you laughing so much, it's not a comedy~" He teased.

He released Max from his legs and got down on the floor with him, briefly wrestling with him to get him down, delighting in the way he giggled in anticipation.

"Brahadley my laugh, ihit's-"

"Shut up about your silly little laugh, I like it~ In fact, I want to hear the original, unpracticed version."

Bradley latched his hands onto Max's sides, his fingers wiggling into his sides while his thumbs dug into his belly.

Max tossed his head back and started to kick his feet against the floor, trying to shove at Bradley's chest, his laughter kicking up and becoming more boyish.

Finally, playful hands found his knees and squeezed.

"Nohoho! Hahahahahahyuck-" He slapped his hands over his mouth, his face going red. The only noise that came from him was his tail continuing to thump against the wooden floor.

Bradley stopped and laughed so hard, he had to lean down, pressing his head into Max's shoulders.

Max huffed, slightly amused by Bradley's reaction. "At least one of us enjoys it."

Bradley sat up, calming down, yet his grin stayed. "Would you relax? It's not as bad as you think. I can see why Roxanne liked it when you guys met."

The younger of the two groaned and covered his face. "It sounds so silly though."

Bradley grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to uncover his face. "That's what makes it so great, you goof."

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I'm not gonna lie, it took me a while to type the "hyuck" into the dialog because anytime I got close to it, I started laughing bc it's silly /pos

I think unique laughs are cute

Y'all get bonus points if you can name the horror movies I was referencing

[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[amazingmsme]

That Was Funny. Laugh

AN: I haven’t forgotten about the rest of tickletober, don’t you worry! Here’s day 24 with Max & the nerds! I feel like he would probably try too hard to fit in with them, & it doesn’t exactly always work. But that’s ok, he’ll make it work! Think we all could use a bit of fluff right now…

Things were starting to look up. They were hesitant to say that the prank worked, but at least Max had stopped bullying them, and that was their main goal, so Pete marked it as a success.

The rest of the jocks started to change their tune, following Max's lead, and it had been weeks since he had a swirly or was shoved inside a locker. Pete and Steph were going steady, and the school play was really starting to come together. The Jagerman himself even invited them to the big game to watch him "stomp Clivesdale into the fucking mud." And what do you know, he did!

So things were honestly pretty great. There was just one little problem...

"Sup nerds!"

They all groaned in unison as he announced his presence from behind. He caught up rather quickly, slinging his arms around Peter and Richie's shoulders, the latter flinching at the contact.

"Oh, h-hey Max," he stuttered, trying to play it cool. Max didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't care. "What's up?"

"Oh nothin' much, practice got canceled 'cause of the rain so I gotta fuckin' walk home. Can you believe it?" he complained. Steph couldn't hide her smirk as she answered.

"Yeah I can, actually."

"Shut it, Lauter," he snapped, but it lacked the usual venom his words carried. "You never have to walk anywhere."

"Actually," she corrected, "I'm walking right now." Peter, Ruth, and Richie all snapped their heads to look at her, silently begging her not to say another word.

"Oh yeah? Where the hell are you nerds going? The fuckin' library?" he wheezed out a laugh, slapping a hand on his knee in amusement, although his laughter trailed off when he realized no one was laughing with him.

Steph merely arched a brow and crossed her arms. "No smartass, we're going to Pizza Pete's to win that ugly little doll Ruth's been wanting." Pleading stares turned to annoyed glances as she spilt the beans. The very act of telling Max where they were going was practically an invitation in his eyes.

"Really? Didn't know Spankoffski had his own pizza shop," he quipped, a smirk stretching across his face. That one was good, he had to admit.

And they still didn't fuckin' laugh! Are they brain dead or something?

"Ha ha, like I never heard that one before," Peter rolled his eyes, an annoyed smile tugging at his lips. At least Max was trying.

"Well if you need tickets to win the ugly fucker, I'm great at skee ball," he offered.

"Don't call him that! He's so fuzzy and cute, you guys are just mean!" Ruth whined, clutching her chest dramatically.

"Ruth, radioactive Cthulhu is not cute, he's just creepy," Richie deadpanned. Ruth stuck her tongue out as he returned the gesture.

"Come on you two, those tickets aren't gonna win themselves," Peter prompted, and they began walking down the sidewalk, dumb jock in tow. They all resigned to their fate of backhanded compliments and obscure sports references for the next two hours. Still, it was better than the way things used to be.

Not ideal, but surprisingly tolerable.

At least when he wasn't trying so damn hard. He would go out of his way to be what he considered kind, but was really the bare minimum at best. And Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he thought he needed to be funny for them to like him. Honestly, it was getting old.

Peter, Richie and Max stood off to the side as Ruth and Steph fed their tickets into the ticket counter. A waiter passed by carrying a pizza, and Max nudged them to get their attention, pointing at the restaurant’s signature dish.

“You see that?”

Peter and Richie exchanged confused looks and shrugged. “I guess…”

Max sported a proud, shit-eating grin. “I’d tell you a joke about pizza, but it’d probably be too cheesy,” he punctuated the joke with a deep laugh of his own as they just stared at him.

“I’m lactose intolerant, what the fuck are you talking about?” Richie deadpanned, clearly not getting the joke. Max rolled his eyes dramatically.

“It’s called a joke, dumbass! And it was funny, so you better laugh!” He took a step closer when Richie didn’t immediately comply. “Laugh,” he demanded, deciding to ditch the jokes all together and go for a more “hands on” approach.

“Mahahax! Whahat thehehe hehell?” he asked, thrashing from side to side as he managed to escape Max’s evil clutches.

“Ha! I knew you’d be ticklish! What about you Soanioffski?” he questioned, catching him off guard.

“Wha- me? Max, wahahait!” he cried out as Max targeted him as well. He scribbled up and down Richie’s side while his other hand prodded at Peter’s ribs. Richie flailed around uselessly, shrill giggles filling the air. Peter slapped at his hand, but Max wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

“How come you nerds never told me how ticklish you were? Think of all the fun we could’ve had!” he cheered, shoving his hands underneath both of their arms, eliciting two different giggly shrieks.

“Thahahat’s exahactly why wehe nehehever tohohold you!” Peter whined.

“We gotta make up for lost time then, don’t we? Don’t worry, I can hustle.” They started protesting, shaking their heads and tripping over their words as he wiggled his fingers closer and closer.

He was just about to really strike when Steph came to their rescue.

“Hey, I think we have enough tickets,” she called for their attention, a fond smirk firmly in place.

Max pulled them closer, ruffling their hair as he did so. “Don’t worry, we’ll pick that up again later.”

Y’know… call him crazy, but Peter wasn’t exactly dreading it.

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[veryblushyswitch]

This fic always puts me in such a lee mood it’s so fucking adorable I can’t 💖

Not As Bad As You Think

Notes: For the anon request. Turned out a little angsty in the beginning, but I hope you like it!

Summary: Max decides to skip out on afternoon activities. 

“Max.”

The sun was warm on his skin, piercing through his closed eyes.

“Max.”

He threw an arm over his face in an attempt to protect it.

“Max!”

The boy sighed with the realization that he would not in fact be getting any rest that day. He knew who was standing over him without having to open his eyes. “David. Nice of you to drop by. Have you come to convert me to whatever dumb fucking activity you have planned today?”

“A scavenger hunt is not a dumb activity,” David sniffed defensively. “In fact, some might call it a super fun, engaging activity.”

“We didn’t have anything else planned.”

This came from Gwen, who had walked up behind the other. Max finally relented, giving into the reality that this was probably going to turn into an entire ordeal. He sat up, reluctantly opening his eyes and squinting against the bright sun. He couldn’t imagine doing anything in this weather, let alone a scavenger hunt.

“C’mon Max.” Gwen kneeled down next to, looking just as exasperated to be here having this conversation as he was. “I get that you have some unrelenting vendetta against us, but could you please just humor us on this one? All the other kids went—even Nikki and Neil. I thought you guys did everything together.”

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[toweroftickles]

Batman Beyond Tickle Headcanons

Gotham Case File #489B-KRL

Maxine “Max” Gibson

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Soles, Hips

Despite her lack of superpowers, a skilled fighter who won't hold still. She kicks and punches.

Will agree to anything he wants if Terry playfully tickles her. This doesn't happen often but she enjoys it when it does. Far more tolerant of this from Terry than from others.

Sometimes pokes Terry in the ribs when he's being too serious.

Hates her tickle laugh…she thinks her throaty cackles make her sound like an old lady. This bothers her more than tickling itself.

Always fights back skillfully during tickle wars. Her intelligence, strategic mind, and competitive streak serve her well and bring out her playful edge.

Her go-to move in a tickle fight is to pinch the sides.

Displays plenty of snark and sass regardless of her position.

Inque

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs, Thighs

Liquid morph makes tickling of any kind impossible. Matter phase distortion field is necessary to keep her in a human state.

Unused to most physical sensations, owing to near-constant viscous form. Very low tolerance for pain…and, as it turns out, for tickling.

Begs and pleads for mercy almost immediately. She’s completely crippled by tickle torture. Will surrender any information without much resistance...easy target for interrogation.

A seductress with very physical inclinations and a penchant for younger men, she occasionally enjoys playfully tickling them in her efforts. Sharp fingers would make effective tools.

Shows expert skills in teasing, taunting, and toying with her foes. A skillful tickler, if given the opportunity.

Melanie Walker/10

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10 (unfortunate lack of numerical synergy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Toes

Timid reactions: pouty, moaning giggles and submissive squirms.

Covers her face a lot.

Obviously uncomfortable with being tickled - the activity distresses her somewhat.

Lack of childhood friends & normal familial bonds may have created emotional distance from tickling. Shows no propensity toward it...the thought simply doesn't amuse her or occur to her naturally (and she certainly doesn't want to provoke any revenge).

Consequently not very fun to tickle.

Dee Dee Twins

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches of Feet, Belly Buttons, Armpits

Ruthless tickle fanatics. Love to hold down (or tie up) and tickle their victims without pity.

Giggle and laugh wickedly at the mere mention of tickling.

Sadistically tickled/wrestled one another growing up, and still do.

Active online “community” members. Each has a secret stash of tickling videos & fanfics that they think the other is oblivious to.

Switches through and through, but unable to handle doses of their own medicine for long. Low resistance. Violently kick and struggle.

Claim to have "gotten it from (their) Nana Harley."

Hobby: Spouting off dad jokes and terrible puns whilst forcing their captives to laugh. This usually involves either nitrous oxide or tickle torture.

Favorite tickle tools: their fingers, backscratchers, Wartenberg wheels

Add. Notes: Contact information exchanged with the twins. They showed more enthusiasm to join my research assignment than any other subjects encountered so far. Request funds to hire interns.

Terry McGinnis/Batman

Ticklishness Rating: 6/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Abs, Ribs

More ticklish than one would expect; less ticklish than one would hope.

Not overly physically affectionate; more rough-and-tumble from growing up as a gang punk. Doesn’t really tickle anyone except Max.

More mildly-irritated by tickling than anything else. Not sensitive enough for it to be a major deterrent.

Once bound and tickle-tortured by Dee Dee in the hopes of getting information about the Batcave. (Their methods proved ineffective.)

Add. Notes: Highly-advanced WayneTech exosuit taps into the user's central nervous system, inhibiting pain and increasing reflex speed. Practical applications obvious. Reverse-engineer at earliest opportunity.

[anasticklefics]

Another Way To Bond

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Max

Anonymous said: Could you write a fic about ler!Steve and lee!Max from Stranger Things (PLATONIC OBVIOUSLY) where Max is purposely annoying Steve because she’s bored and Steve tickles her? 

Words: 835

One thing about the kids - Steve felt he had them mostly figured out and therefore knew how to handle them. He could pinpoint Dustin’s mood from the way he moved and not necessarily from how he spoke (the kid had a tone on most good days too). Even when excited or agitated they spoke pretty much the same way to each other, and thus Steve had learned to read him from the way he sat, hunching over or leaning back, from how he walked with quick steps or much too slow, from how he let his eyes linger or quickly dart away.

As life would have it he started seeing the other kids more and more as well, and even though he never really did it on purpose he found himself cataloging them as he did Dustin, putting pieces together until he eventually had a nearly fully accurate description of how to read (and in turn handle) these teenagers that had grown up way too quickly.

He knew Mike distanced himself because he was scared of loss. He knew Will would never say if something was bothering him because he was scared no one would care. Lucas wanted to help everyone so badly that he ignored his own boundaries. He knew Eleven hated not fitting in so much that she would copy everyone to the most ridiculous details.

And Max? Well, Max wasn’t sure how to stop pushing everyone away, and so she kept resorting to what she knew: sass.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - for her, Steve was all too used to sass.

“Stop,” he said, swatting away her foot. “You’re worse than Dustin.”

“That’s an insult.”

“It was meant to be.”

She huffed, sticking her shoe into his face again. “You’re boring.”

“You’re free to leave.”

“There’s nothing better to do anyway.”

They were sitting on the steps leading up to Eddie’s trailer, Steve waiting for Eddie and Max waiting for god knows what. Max seemed to avoid being at home, but she seemed to avoid purposefully seeking everyone else out too, maybe afraid her mind couldn’t handle it once she got there. With Steve (or maybe more with Eddie - Steve suspected she did this more with him) she could just leave when she felt like it. No commitment. No hurt feelings.

Steve pushed her foot away again, twisting his body to glare up at where she was sitting two steps higher than him. She smiled, not innocently, but provocatively. Steve could see why everyone adored her. Why Lucas was head over heels for her, why Dustin and El fought for the title of her best friend, why Eddie let her hang around even though they had nothing in common. Why Steve himself would protect her with his life like he protected the others.

He huffed and looked away, hoping his thoughts weren’t written on his face because how cheesy was that? Fortunately Max didn’t seem to be done tormenting him because her red shoe was in his face again, this time tapping his ear and Steve had had enough, his dealing with Dustin instincts kicking in as he grabbed her ankle. “Stop.”

“Make me.” She said it before she started tugging at her leg and realizing she couldn’t escape his grip. “Let go.” Her tone, albeit in a subtle way, was less cocky now.

“No. You need to learn some manners.” Without thinking he started scribbling his fingers over the back of her knee, making her jerk away with a sudden, panicked laugh. “Oh, really? I didn’t think a little tickling would be your weakness.”

“Don’t,” she said, her voice laced with laughter. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

“Mm, no. I think I need to make sure you won’t do it again first.”

“Steve, I’m warning yo-AH!”

Steve had gone for her knee cap this time, spidering his nails over it in a way he knew made Dustin freak, and while Max’s reactions were smaller, more calm, it seemed to be doing the trick anyway. She curled in on herself, hands flailing, seemingly unsure of how to react since Steve had her leg trapped. He tried to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, tickling and pausing and tickling and pausing in order to keep her from sliding down the stairs or hitting her head against the railing. His repetitive stopping made her laughter choppy, which was cute.

“Is your calf ticklish?”

“No!”

“I feel like you’re lying.”

She managed to grab the back of his shirt as he pinched her calf, pulling weakly at him without much success at whatever she was trying to do. “Stop!”

“This? This is called revenge. And I’ve only been at it for a minute.”

She groaned through her laughter and Steve was so focused on how her leg vibrated each time he tickled it that he didn’t notice his grip loosening until a foot came flying for his face.

That was how Eddie found them, residual giggles pouring out of Max’s mouth, and blood pouring out of Steve’s nose.

[hazmatazz]

hi mike's ticklish btw. when lucas, dustin, or maybe even max get annoyed w him they attack his sides

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CORRECTION: A masterpiece in THREE parts!!!

Radio Waves - Part 3

Summary - After his last encounter with Alastor, Vox finds himself experiencing strange feelings that won't go away. He knows there’s only one demon who can help him, so Vox decides to pay him a visit.

Word Count - 2500

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Vox was in his surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with screens, displaying footage from his many cameras throughout the Pride Ring. 

Vox, however, was preoccupied with his thoughts. Alastor had snuck into the V Tower a week ago and, ever since, Vox found himself unable to stop thinking about their encounter. He kept thinking about Alastor’s wiggling fingers, digging into his ribs. The uncontrollable laughter that the sensations drew from Vox. The way Alastor teased him and how his words managed to intensify the feelings. Vox was craving more, and that craving was increasingly invading his mind.

When Velvette had snuck up behind Vox, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close for a selfie, Vox flushed, thinking it was a surprise attack. When Valentino pulled Vox in close to cuddle, he was certain that he was about to be wrecked with tickles, but no such luck.

He’s cursed me with his disease, Vox thought to himself, as he paced around the room.

There was only one way for Vox to get these thoughts to stop, and only one demon who could help him do so. Vox knew, however, that he would never be able to ask directly, and would instead have to come up with a way of provoking the demon into attacking him, just as Alastor had before.

After thinking for a while, Vox came up with a plan. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best chance he had at getting these feelings to go away.

-

Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to jazz music on an old radio, when he heard a tapping sound coming from his window.

How curious, Alastor thought, knowing that only one demon had ever used the window as an entry point to his room.

Alastor made his way over to the window, his suspicions being confirmed when he spotted the television-headed Overlord hanging onto the window sill. He thought for a moment about simply leaving Vox there to dangle, before his curiosity got the better of him. Alastor clicked open the latches and slid the window up.

“My my, it appears I have a visitor.” Alastor said as Vox hoisted himself up and into the room through the window. Alastor was standing with his arms folded behind his back, microphone in hand, per usual.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” Vox said as he stood, brushing off his jacket. “I only came here because I have a problem, and I believe that you can help.”

Alastor tilted his head to the side.

“You came looking for my assistance?” Alastor said, letting out a small chuckle. “You must be pretty desperate if you came to me of all people, thinking that there was a chance I’d be willing to help.”

Vox felt his head start to heat up. Alastor wasn’t wrong. Vox was taking a gamble going to him, but he felt that his recent experiences with his rival proved that Alastor knew how to handle his current issue, and that he would be more than willing to assist.

Vox tried to keep up a confident front. He didn’t want Alastor to catch on just yet.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. You just happen to be the perfect demon for what I require.” Vox remarked with a smirk.

“Is that so?” Alastor questioned. “And, why exactly might that be?”

Suddenly, Vox shot his hands under Alastor’s coat and began scribbling his claws all over Alastor’s stomach.

Alastor was taken by surprise. He bent slightly forwards as he began giggling madly, not having the time or warning necessary to prevent the sounds from erupting out of his mouth.

“Because you’re so darn ticklish!” Vox responded with a grin, keeping up his onslaught.

Alastor struggled for a moment to untangle his arms behind his back, before bringing them to his front and grabbing onto one of Vox’s wrists with his free hand.

“Vohohohox! Whahahat are youhou dohohoing?” Alastor giggled out.

“I’m just testing out my old radio.” Vox commented nonchalantly. “I think something’s wrong with the volume, though. It should be much louder. Don’t worry! I know just how to fix it!”

Vox then took advantage of Alastor’s death-grip on his microphone, removing his hands from Alastor to take hold of the artifact, raise it into the air, spin it (and Alastor) around, and sharply yank it back towards himself, causing the Radio Demon to fall backwards onto Vox’s chest. 

Vox kept a firm hold on the raised object with his right hand, raking the nails of his left up and down Alastor’s right side.

“This should do the trick!” Vox remarked, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

Alastor, unwilling to let go of his microphone, was forced to simply endure the attack, gripping Vox’s wrist with his free hand but unable to protect his side. His giggles turned to full-fledged laughter.

“VOHOHOHOX! STOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS IMMEHEHEHEDIATELY!” Alastor managed to say.

“But I thought you enjoyed getting my undivided attention! Isn’t smiling also like��� your whole gimmick? I’m just helping you out! Giving you a reason to smile!”

Vox heard the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increase, just before he felt something wrap around his ankles.

The black tendrils secured themselves around Vox before hoisting him into the air, leaving the demon dangling upside-down.

The shock of the event caused Vox to lose his grip on Alastor’s microphone. Alastor collapsed onto the ground, remaining there for a few moments and regaining his breath, before standing to face Vox.

“The tides sure turned quickly, didn’t they, old pal~?” Alastor purred before placing his hands atop Vox’s ribs.

Vox’s heart rate increased. His plan of wrecking Alastor in an effort to get him to retaliate had worked. This is what he had been hoping for. Although, Vox did have to admit, he did enjoy tickling the stuffing out of the guy.

Alastor, with one hand, began lightly tracing his fingers back and forth across Vox’s ribs, moving slowly. With his other hand, Alastor dug his fingers roughly into the spaces between Vox’s ribs, moving quickly.

The duality of the feelings nearly caused Vox’s systems to crash within an instant. 

He began laughing madly, unable to escape Alastor’s hands no matter which way he attempted to lean his dangling body.

“NOHOHO! AHAL-AHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-HAHAHAHA!” Vox attempted to speak, but found that he was barely able to form words.

“Didn’t quite catch that last part, friend!” Alastor said as his devilish grin grew. “Come on, tell me what you said! Don’t leave me hanging!”

Alastor mock-laughed at his own joke, as Vox’s voice began to glitch out.

“Whoops, don’t want to break the T.V. just yet~” Alastor sang out. Without removing his hands, Alastor switched techniques. The hand that was tracing began roughly digging, and vice versa.

A few small sparks of electricity flew from Vox’s head. He stopped attempting to threaten Alastor, as the intense feelings at his ribs clouded his mind. He simply continued to laugh hysterically until Alastor slowed his hands to a stop.

When Vox was once again able to focus his vision, he was met with the Radio Demon’s upside-down grin, stretched out very far. Alastor was clearly enjoying himself.

“It’s a shame I enjoy making people laugh so much. I may just have to keep you here forever, as my little captive audience~” Alastor cooed as he began lightly tracing a single finger around Vox’s stomach.

The light, teasy feeling was driving Vox insane. He had just been tickled to near insanity, but the current, faint sensation, coupled with Alastor’s infernal teasing, seemed to be just as effective in destroying the Overlord.

The buzz of television static began to fill the room as Vox was steadily giggling, trying to catch his breath a bit. Suddenly, the sound of the static gave Vox an idea.

With his arms free, Vox managed to swing himself within arm’s reach of Alastor, grabbing hold of his legs and thrusting them to the side. Alastor fell to the ground, catching himself on his hands. Vox then grabbed hold of Alastor’s ears, pressed them firmly up against his screen, and vibrated his head as violently as he could.

The sensation was completely foreign to Alastor. He didn’t have a cell phone, so he had never experienced the feeling of such a device vibrating against his body. Needless to say, the new sensation had an impact on Alastor.

“RAAAH-” Alastor yelped out in surprise, his radio filter disappearing completely, never before having experienced the sensation currently running through his ears.

The yelp was quickly replaced with laughter, however, as the vibrations from Vox’s screen seemed to reach each and every nerve in Alastor’s ears, lighting them up.

-

Charlie was walking down one of the hotel’s hallways when she heard it. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought that she had just heard a scream come from one of the rooms. Curious, and a bit fearful, she walked towards the rows of doors, listening for another noise.

She was met with the sound of a loud crash, followed by what sounded like a scuffle. Beginning to slightly panic, she hurried down the hall, trying to figure out which room the sounds were coming from.

-

Alastor was so overwhelmed by the attack on his ears that the tendrils holding Vox retreated, dropping him onto the floor with an audible thud. Vox stopped vibrating and released Alastor’s ears, slightly dazed after falling.

Alastor, face flushed, regained his composure and turned to Vox.

“Why, you little-” Alastor started as he grabbed Vox’s thighs, squeezing them tightly just as Vox had gotten his bearings.

“Dohohon’t yohohou dahahare!” Vox giggled out as he batted at Alastor’s hands.

-

As Charlie moved closer to the source of the sounds, she heard someone speak.

“Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!”

She recognized the voice. It was Vox, member of the Three Vees and long-time rival of Alastor.

She suddenly realized that Alastor’s room was just down the hall, and that it must be the source of the noises.

She gasped.

Vox and Alastor must be fighting! A battle between those two could destroy the entire hotel!

Charlie went into full panic mode, and ran to Alastor’s room.

She braced herself before opening the door and bursting into the room.

“Alastor!” She cried out.

Charlie was greeted with the sight of Vox on the ground, laying on his back, with Alastor perched on top of him. Alastor was grazing his fingertips over Vox’s antennae, causing Vox to giggle uncontrollably, while trying to push away Alastor’s hands. Vox’s hat was discarded off to the side of the Overlords’ current position, and Alastor’s hair was a disheveled mess.

The two Overlords turned and looked at Charlie, Alastor removing his hands from Vox’s antennae.

Charlie blinked.

“Are… are you alright?” She asked.

“Never better, dear!” Alastor responded as Vox simply laid there, catching his breath.

“You’re not… fighting?” Charlie questioned further.

“Well, I wouldn’t quite say that.” Alastor responded again, as Vox started blushing, turning his gaze away from Charlie.

Charlie stood there for another moment before the pieces clicked into place.

“Oh. My. Gosh! Were you two having a tickle fight?! That’s adorable!” Charlie chimed, her usual bright and happy demeanor returning.

“We were not!” Vox frantically yelled out. “He was just… torturing me! I couldn’t get away, but I managed to turn the tables on him! Unfortunately, he turned them back, and here we are now.”

“Okay…” Charlie started, facing Vox, “but can’t you turn into electricity, Vox? Why didn’t you just escape that way?” She turned to Alastor. “And, Alastor, can’t you disappear into the shadows at any time? Why didn’t you just escape?”

The two Overlords shared a look, before turning their heads away from each other, blushing deeply.

Charlie continued.

“Oh my! You must enjoy having these fights! That is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard!”

Alastor and Vox both refused to look at Charlie, waiting for her to leave, until she said something that caught their attention.

“I have to tell the others about this! It’s too cute not to share!”

Charlie turned to the door, about to head out, when a black tendril appeared, swiftly shutting the door and blocking Charlie from accessing it.

“I don’t think that you will be doing any such thing, my dear.” Alastor said.

Charlie turned around and saw that both Alastor and Vox were standing, and heading in her direction.

“You see, Princess,” Vox said as he and Alastor approached Charlie, Alastor grasping her wrists and holding her in place, “my reputation is very important to me. I can’t have demons hearing certain… details, that may alter their opinions towards me.”

Vox began slowly dragging his claws up and down the length of Charlie’s sides, causing her to start giggling.

“W-wait! G-guys!” She giggled out.

“I would also prefer that certain things not be known by the general public.” Alastor said from behind Charlie.

More black tendrils appeared, wiggling up against Charlie’s stomach. Vox switched from dragging to spidering up and down Charlie’s sides. She began laughing.

“OHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T TELL! PLEHEHEASE! EHEHEHE!

“Are you sure~?” Alastor purred.

“You reeeeally promise?” Vox questioned in a teasing way.

“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” Charlie pleaded as her laughter increased in pitch, one of the tendrils having found its way under her shirt and into her belly button.

Vox backed off, and the tendrils retracted, Alastor releasing Charlie’s wrists. She curled into herself, keeping her arms close to her body.

“I’ll leave you to it, then!” Charlie said, smiling.

She waved farewell and hurried out of the room.

I may not be able to share it, but this information will definitely come in handy later, Charlie thought to herself.

-

“I’m not risking anyone else seeing this.” Vox said, picking up his hat as he made his way over to the window. “I’m out of here.”

“Until next time, old pal!” Alastor called out as Vox climbed out the window and down the side of the hotel.

Alastor shut and locked the window before returning to one of his arm chairs.

Alastor was glad that he had chosen Vox to help with his predicament a week ago. That decision had provided him with plenty of entertainment since then.

-

Vox returned to the V Tower, Velvette and Valentino nowhere to be found. He went to his surveillance room and sat down in his chair

At long last, the strange feelings that arose after his encounter with Alastor were gone, and he could get back to his work.

One last thought crossed Vox’s mind before he started monitoring the footage from his cameras.

I should visit Alastor more often.

-

[luveline]

(𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞) 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Steve hears you wrong, thinks he’s your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you can’t anymore. 3k, fem. requested here ♡ 

cw shy(ish)!reader, misunderstandings, steve being a huge sweetheart, fluff, hurt/comfort, bonus fluff scene 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The arcade is loud and brisk this evening, doors thrown open to allow for the constant ebb and flow of younglings, the machine music turned up to account for so many voices. You’re lost in a sea of rainbow flashing lights and the ticklish smell of sugar. Without Steve’s hand behind your shoulder, you’re pretty sure you would’ve gotten lost and trampled half an hour ago. 

A candy necklace pinwheels past your heads like a torpedo, forcing you closer together, your shoulders tight with a flinch. 

“We can leave,” Steve says immediately. He’s weirdly thoughtful. Before he asked you out you had no idea he thought so much about other people, but he’s always thinking about other people. You could argue he thinks a little too much, like you. 

“I wanna see Max.” 

“She has to be here somewhere.” 

That theory proves less and less likely. Steve’s hand falls away from you, tugging through his hair in a marker of stress as you circle the Palace Arcade for the tenth time. “Maybe she quit?” you suggest. 

Steve’s eyebrows pinch together as he gives the arcade another sweep. Max’s rough patch freaked him out, as it freaked you out, because ‘rough patch’ is a kind way to describe it. She could’ve got a whole lot worse; she was suffering, capital S. It’s nice to see her returning to society, but not if she isn’t actually settling in. That’s the whole reason you’re here. 

Steve frowns at you worriedly. 

“Who died?” asks a new voice.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Max!” Steve cheers. 

“That’s me,” Max says, looking at you both sceptically. Her ginger hair is pulled into two tight braids either side of her face, her cheeks flushed red. Mascara paints her usually pale lashes a darker brown, and a rosy tinted chapstick shines on her lips. 

“Hey, the uniform looks good on you,” he says affectionately. “You look like a valued member of society.”

“A society in need of better labour laws. I’m pretty sure this is child abuse.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Is it awful?” you ask. 

“It’s fine. Better when your stupid friends aren’t here making themselves sick on candy like they’re nine years old,” she says pointedly to Steve. “Are you going to throw up too? You look–” she grimaces in place of insult. 

“Who’s throwing up?” you ask. 

“Dustin. He’s outside.” 

Steve sighs and gives your shoulder a kind squeeze. “I’ll be right back,” he says, squaring his expression. “Goddamn kids.” 

He sounds like an old man, you think to yourself with a small smile. Disgruntled, he still goes to make sure everyone’s alright. He’s nice, even when that nice is begrudging and tiresome and plain gross sometimes. 

“Why are you smiling at him like that?” Max asks.

You school your impression. “Like what?” 

“Like you like him.” 

You shake your head. “Tell me about work, Max. What’s it like here? Are they giving you your breaks?” 

She drags you over to the counter to sit in the seat waiting behind. She glares at any kid who approaches, but besides that she seems in good spirits. The job isn’t hard, it’s just a job. She’d much rather be at home reading, but wouldn’t everyone? “And I get this sweet uniform,” she says, pointing at the embroidered icon on her shirt pocket. “What’s with you and Steve?” 

“Nothing,” you say, though it’s something. You’re mortified to have been caught having feelings. 

“Looks like something. Are you dating?” 

“I mean, this is a date,” you say, almost whispering as heat floods your face. “But we’re not together.” 

“He was touching you a lot.” 

“Max, he’s really nice. He’s a really nice guy,” you say gently, “and we’re not together, but if he does ask me out eventually, maybe I’ll say yes.” You realise what you’re saying and attempt to backtrack —you do like Steve, but Max doesn’t need to know that. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend,” you say strangely. 

“Ew,” Max says with a laugh. 

“Not ew,” you correct. You hadn’t meant it in a bad way, it’s— 

“Not ew,” Steve says from behind you, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulder. 

You look wide-eyed up at his face, surprised by his huge beaming smile, an intense loveliness about him as he gives you a half hug. 

“What’s ew about that?” he asks you softly. 

Oh, boy, you think. 

As it turns out, being Steve’s girlfriend is kind of nice, but you aren’t ready.

From that afternoon at the Palace Arcade onward, he treats you like you’re made of gold. And it’s great, he’s so kind, he brings you flowers and takes you out for breakfast, where he pays the tab without any flourishes and talks to you as casually as always. You almost hope he hasn’t got it wrong at all, and that his soft tone a few days ago had been down to a brief overwhelming fondness. You’d get that. You have your moments with him, you’re falling for him, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re desperately in love, you’re sure, but then the waitress asks if you need anything else and he says, “Just a water for my girl,” and you realise you’re not getting off easy. 

Dating is sort of like being good friends; you’d planned to spend the day together anyways. You enjoy his company. It’s clear he’s eager, optioning off the day’s agenda as you return to the car, the bottom of your face hidden in your bouquet. 

“We could go to the movies,” he says, opening the passenger door, his smile seemingly permanent as you climb inside. “No science fiction, I promise.” 

“I kind of like sci-fi.” Petals press fragrant to your top lip.

“Well, we don’t have to go to the Hawk. We could go into the city. I bet they’re playing any movie you wanna see.” He checks that your leg is properly inside the car before he closes the door, jogging around to the driver’s side and practically throwing himself inside. He’s giggling like a kid. “Shit, I’ll see anything you want to.” 

“Steve.” 

“Or we can go do nothing? Until dinner.” 

“Steve,” you say again, thinking you’ll tell him. Nothing good ever comes from dishonesty. 

“What?” he asks. 

His eyes are so brown. Billions of people with brown eyes and you swear you’ve never seen anything like it before, their centres like hot honey, the sweetheart shape to them when he smiles 

You sigh. His smile is contagious, even while your stomach hurts. “Nothing. Let’s go see a movie.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“What?” 

“What do you mean, what? You sounded weird.” 

“I sounded weird?” 

“No!” He winces. “I mean, yeah, you sounded weird for you, like you… I don’t know. Sorry.” 

You feel bad, then. His apology is earnest, his hand resting open on the console for you to take if you could manage the flustering heat of it. 

“I wanna go to the movies,” you say, ‘cos you really do. 

“Alright, good. It’s just, I think my last relationship, I– I didn’t pay enough attention, and I want to do that better this time around. So yeah. Sorry.” 

Oh, Steve, you think. How are you supposed to tell him now? You’re gonna have to pretend to be ready for a relationship with him until you really are, it seems. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart played with twice. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you say gently. “Let’s go watch a movie, okay? I want to go, with you, we’ll watch a shitty daytime flick and then get dinner after. It’ll be fun.” 

You aren’t lying to him about what you want. It’s clear to everybody, Steve and his friends and especially you, that you like him, that you want to be around him and make him laugh. Maybe being his girlfriend won’t even be that different to being his something. 

After all, what’s romantic about seeing a movie? 

“You good?” he asks, half an hour later, your agony prolonged. 

You’re at the back of the movies where the seats have the most leg room, more popcorn and candy than you could ever eat at your feet and a litre cup stuffed into the armrest between you. Steve is tucking his shirt back into his jeans, his head parting the light of the projector and leaving a silhouette in the previews. 

“Steve,” you advise, gesturing for him to lean down out of the way. 

He leans down, further and further, face to face with you with his hands on his hips. A flirtatious teasing makes its way onto his lips. “What?” he asks, amused. 

“You were in the way of the light.” 

“That what it was?”

“Seriously!” you whisper-shout, laughing despite yourself. 

“You’re so cute,” he whispers back. “Want to take your jacket off?” 

Your lips part at his good suggestion. You hold your arm out and start to peel from your jacket, but he takes your sleeve and helps you out of it before folding it and sitting in the seat next to you, your jacket on his thigh. “How’s that, babe?” he asks. 

“It’s good.” 

“Okay, perfect.” He beams at you. He’s always smiling when he’s with you, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Like he loves you. “Tell me if you need something, yeah? I know you’re kinda shy.” 

He settles back in his seat with your jacket still in his lap and no indication that he might want to move it. Your knees touch as he relaxes, your knuckles as he puts his arm on the rest between you, a picture of contentedness as the movie begins and the opening credits play. “That’s us,” he says without looking at you. 

Two people walk down the street holding hands as the title of the movie blazes in yellow font with thick red outlines. A Day In Paradise! 

You bite down on a slither of the inside of your lip until it stings. You try to fight it off but the longer you sit there, the more your eyes burn, thinking about Steve and what he deserves and how unfortunate this whole thing is, and yeah, you’re overwhelmed, too. You aren’t ready for so much sweetness all at once. You don’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve this. 

You force the tears away. The movie goes on and on, the lights low, the chatter of moviegoers and the occasional popcorn crush not nearly loud enough to cover the sound of Steve’s breathing. 

He pushes his hair out of his face. Somebody on screen makes a joke, his hand brushes against yours, and then takes it gently as he laughs. 

You pull your hand away and tip your head down, a frantic tear flicking from your lashes. 

“You okay?” he whispers. 

You try to answer. You whimper instead, a terrible, sorry sound stuck to your throat —you can’t hold it in anymore. It’s too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble tearily, looking up, a tear rolling fast down the bump of your cheek. 

Steve sits still in moderate horror. “Why are you crying?” he whispers.

The thing about Steve that people tend to forget is that, while he takes care of people the best that he can, he’s really young. He doesn’t always know what to do. He stares at you now like you’re a foreign object, hand tucked back into his abdomen. 

A tear drips onto your lip. It tastes salty. “Sorry,” you say. 

“Why?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I really like you, Steve.” 

He stares at you. “…But?”

“But I–” His frown hurts your heart. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this, I never– never had someone like me like this, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You say that last part to yourself rather than him, scrubbing your cheeks with your hands roughly before hiding your face completely. “It’s not you.” 

“I thought…” And of course he did. 

“I know,” you say. “I’m sorry, Steve. I thought it wouldn’t matter but everything’s going so fast.” 

He touches your arm gently. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I thought you wanted this. You– you said I was your boyfriend, to Max? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you,” you insist, meeting his eyes. 

“Can I wipe your tears away? They’re everywhere,” he says. You struggle to read his expression, but there’s no resentment or anger there for you. He looks quite serious. 

“Yeah.” 

Steve bends in his seat to wipe your tears off of your face gently. They really are everywhere, on your cheeks, your top lip, your chin, even down the arc of your neck. “I don’t understand,” he says, going back to your cheek for a missed streak, “but you don’t have to be upset. Please. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, I promise.” 

“Steve, when I was talking to Max, I said,” —you wince— “that it’s not like you’re my boyfriend. She was asking me about you, and I got all panicky because I like you, but I’m too weird about this stuff, I’m panicking now–”

“Don’t.” His hand lingers on your face, before a sorry flash of dejection passes over him, and he drops your face altogether. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please believe me.” 

“Of course I believe you.” He grimaces at you, and the heartbreak turns to something more manageable, like he’s brushing himself off. “I’m sorry. For getting the wrong idea.” 

“I like you,” you whisper. Your voice is nearly lost to the rustle of popcorn and drinks. 

“I like you too!” he says loudly. 

A few seats down, somebody turns, an angry whirl of hair and clicky nails. “Can you guys shut up?” 

You and Steve leave your mountain of snacks behind to stand in the theatre hallway, where the winter air is cool on your flushed skin, and the silence is stifling. You lean against a wood feature wall and try to calm down, because he’s the one who should be upset (or maybe he’s not that fussed about you). He stands a half foot away with his arms crossed, looking down at his shoes, though occasionally he glances at you for a split-second and looks away again. 

“You okay?” he asks tightly. 

“I’m sorry.”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue. “So you don’t want to be together?” 

You don’t know. He deserves the truth, even if you barely understand it yourself, and it stings to say. “I do, I like you, but I… I want to take things slowly.” 

He stands there without talking for a while. When he does talk again, he’s laughing, that achy awful sadness he’d worn a far off memory. “You’re this upset because you want us to take things slow?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“You haven’t,” he promises. “That would never hurt my feelings. I knew when I heard it that it was too good to be true.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I guess I gotta earn the title like everybody else does. Is that… cool?” 

You nod vehemently. 

Steve blows a relieved breath of air up his face, his hair ruffling off of his forehead. “I thought I was gonna lose you completely,” he says, smiling. “This is fine. I can work with slow. Slow’s my middle name.”

—♡—

The sun is a blistering heat today. “Can’t believe it’s only spring,” you murmur, eyes covered by the back of your arm. 

A weight sits down on the blanket beside you, the sound of dry grass crushed underfoot. He brings the fresh scent of lemon slices with him, the zest sticking to his hands.

“I think I might melt.” 

“I’d never let that happen,” Steve says, laying down beside you. 

“You can be my parasol.” 

“Your what?” 

“It’s a sun umbrella.” 

“Like this?” he asks, gently laying himself across your front, his face on the slip of your stomach that’s bare, his arms sneaking behind your thighs to hug them as you bring them up. 

You reach down to stroke his hair, taking your fingers through the silky lengths of it, fingernails scratching ever so slightly at his scalp. “Thanks,” you say.

He kisses your naked leg. “You’re welcome, honey.” 

If he’d done that at the beginning of your relationship, you’d have frozen up; not because he would’ve done it differently, not because he wasn't always your handsome sweetheart, but because being comfortable with someone this intimately takes time, and that’s okay. 

“Your face is digging into my hip,” you murmur. 

He shifts back, his ear above your belly button. “Is that better?” 

“That’s perfect.” 

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks softly. 

“No… I’m thinking.” 

“Nothing good ever comes of that.” 

“I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I love talking to you,” he says. He sounds as though he might fall asleep himself, his tongue heavy in his mouth. 

You stroke his hair away from his face by touch alone. Long, warm minutes pass without conversation. You aren’t scared to tell him how you’re feeling. He’s proved to you over time that he’s someone you’ll always be able to trust, and that whatever you have to say will hold weight. 

“It’s a question.” 

He turns in your hold to face you. You raise your arm, greeted by the image of him sun-kissed and lazing, laid out across you without a care in the world. 

“Don’t tell me then,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, you’re terrifying.” 

“Would you wanna be my boyfriend?”

He narrows his eyes at you. A myriad of emotions pass between you both, until he’s smiling, and you know he’s sitting up for a kiss seconds before he actually does. He presses his lips to yours carefully. “Baby,” he says as he pulls away, voice as mild as his soft kiss, “I think we’ve passed that point.” 

“I realised I’d never asked you, is all.” 

His hair falls down into his eyes. You tuck it behind his ear. It’s pretty clear now you’re together, even after such a bumpy start. 

“Can I get it in writing this time?” he asks, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering closed in tandem. 

“Give you anything you want if you kiss me,” you murmur. 

His laugh fans over your lips. He cups your cheek, your heart a hummingbird drilling at your ribs as Steve moves in to kiss you properly. Your lips part under the pressure, your head tilting a touch to one side to accommodate him as he searches down for you, melty hot pleasure and nerves that never seem to fade arising as his thumb moves up your cheek, a semi-circle of touch. It promises undulating care whenever you want it. 

You tip your head aside to catch your breath.

“Better late than never,” you joke. 

Steve talks into the soft skin beside your mouth. “You weren’t late, babe. I was early, and I didn’t mind waiting.” 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank u for reading!! pretty please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed cos it means so much to me and inspires me to write even more!!! but either way i hope u enjoyed❤️❤️❤️

[fastandcarlos]

When You Fall Asleep Still Wearing Your Makeup : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen 

Taking your makeup off wasn’t the difficult job for Max when he noticed that you still had it on, the hardest job was turning you over so you weren’t on your side so Max could get to your face. You were such a heavy sleeper that it proved to be a trickier job than Max imagined. Once you were on your back, Max carefully brushed your hair out of your face before gently wiping the wipe over your face. Max didn’t pay attention to the small details often, but when it came to you, he made sure to remove every last bit of makeup that was on your face. 

» Lando Norris 

He felt incredibly guilty as Lando shook you awake having spotted that you still had your makeup on. Your relationship was still fairly new and Lando didn’t trust himself to go looking through your drawers to find your makeup wipes. His smile was soft as your eyes opened, taking a moment to realise what was going on. “Sorry, I didn’t want to leave you like this,” Lando whispered, listening as you told him where the wipes were. He soon told you to go back to sleep, going to get a wipe before returning, taking your makeup off for you whilst you fell asleep again. 

» Charles LeClerc 

His heart melted as Charles tried his best to wipe off your makeup for you, as your hand kept swatting him aside, unsure what the ticklish feeling was that kept brushing over your face. Charles was terrified that he would end up waking you up, but he knew how important it was for you to go to bed with a fresh face. Every time your hand came up, he paused, waiting for you to settle back down before wiping again, carefully making sure that he covered your whole face, and tried his best to tickle you as little as possible. 

» Oscar Piastri 

He was sure he spent most of the night debating what to do as Oscar watched you fall asleep with your makeup on, he just couldn’t make up his mind about what to do with you. Part of him knew taking it off would be helpful for you, but the other part of him was worried that he would end up waking you up. In the end, Oscar called his sisters for a bit of advice, letting them guide him through the process of taking your makeup off so that he could do as good a job as possible whilst simultaneously making sure that you didn’t stir. 

» George Russell 

If there was one thing that George knew not to do, it was wake you up once you had fallen asleep. He’d never experienced an anger like it the one time he did so and promised himself that he would never do it again. When George noticed your makeup was still on, he knew there was little he could do that night. However in the morning, he made sure to get all your products out and leave them out in the bathroom with a note reminding you to take extra care with your routine as you’d left your makeup on the night before. 

» Carlos Sainz 

He couldn’t believe it as Carlos walked into the bathroom to find you sat on the toilet with your head slumped against the sink. One hand rested under your head whilst the other held onto a dirtied makeup wipe, the job you were halfway through before falling asleep. Carlos was stuck for a moment before deciding to lift you up and carry you to bed. Once you were tucked in he got a fresh wipe, discarding the dried up one that you held, and finished the job that you had started, going over where you had also wiped too, just to be on the safe side. 

» Daniel Ricciardo 

It started out as an easy job for Daniel, when he saw your makeup was still on he was more than happy to take it off for you. Yet, as he wiped over your eyes, not being particularly careful, Daniel couldn’t help but snigger as your eyeliner and mascara spread to leave two black marks around your eyes. His laughter was loud enough to make you stir, leaving Daniel in a state of panic. “Sorry, sorry,” he hurriedly said, covering his mouth with his free hand whilst the other tidied up your eye makeup to stop him laughing as quickly as possible. 

» Lewis Hamilton 

A soft smile formed on Lewis’ face when he saw that you had fallen asleep with your makeup on, knowing how annoyed you would be if you woke up the following morning and found you hadn’t taken it off. Being the gentleman that he was, Lewis went and got one of your makeup wipes from the bathroom, gently wiping over your face to remove your makeup. His heart dropped when you stirred, whispering softly, “don’t worry, sleep angel,” before carrying on. His touch was delicate and gentle, studying you closely to make sure it was all gone before letting you sleep again. 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[kanene-yaaay]

The sheer power of this fic, the teases, the cuteness, the warm feelings and sweet scenarios and the maddening tickles and the teases and the hugs and the happiness and the comfyness and the tickles and the laughter and-

I don't even have words here, only giggles and smiles

tickletober day 11- "hug"

word count: 2,893 words

before ANYTHING else, i have to give the most credit ever to @radio-navlee - i took a lot of inspiration from this post of hers about dadvid (dad!david lol) and max tickle hc's, and it straight up inspired me to write for this show that i genuinely love so much. this fic may be kind of ooc in a few places, but i has a lot of fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy!

This whole thing was so stupid.

Max didn't even know why he was trying in the first place. Ever since David started fostering him, the camp counselor was being stupidly affectionate around him. Ruffling his hair, squeezing his shoulder as he passed Max at the dinner table, covering him with a blanket when Max pretended to fall asleep on the couch. It pissed him off, and he didn't even totally hate it, which pissed him off more. Fuck David.

And the thing that was pissing him off the most? David's stupid hugs. Not because Max was, like, too traumatized and touch-starved by his shitty neglectful parents or whatever. He didn't need David to be soft or gentle or whatever the fuck-- he wasn't made of glass. It didn't take long for the man to realize that, and it was only a matter of time before he was swooping Max up into a hug at least once a day. Of course Max would snarl and curse and try to escape-- it's how he was.

But what was so stupid, what was genuinely so ridiculous and embarrassing it put Max on guard to even think about it, was that... he was starting to want David's hugs. Because David's hugs could tickle.

When he first noticed it, it was an accident, of course: David wrapped him in his arms, even picked him up and swung him around a little. Max was used to this. What he wasn't used to, though, was the way David's hands on his sides gave him a little squeeze, his fingers curling in just so to keep Max from falling to the ground. David didn't even seem to notice he did it; Max couldn't notice anything else.

So of course he screamed and kicked David in the nuts, dropping to the floor as David fell to his knees. Later, after he recovered, David took this a subtle sign that Max didn't want anymore hugs.

Which he didn't.

Except maybe later that night, when he was in the spare room on the little futon sofa David swore they'd replace with a real bed as soon as possible, he couldn't stop thinking about the rush of feeling that went through his body when he'd been tickled. David hadn't mentioned anything about it, so Max was pretty sure he didn't know what he'd done, which somehow made it better and worse at the same time. It made it better because Max didn't have to defend himself from any future attacks, didn't have to protest against any teasing that David was sure to throw his way if he knew Max was ticklish.

But it also made it worse, because if Max wanted it to happen again, he would have to be the one to do something about it.

Hence the single stupidest scheme Max had come up with since leaving Camp Campbell: try to get David to accidentally tickle him during a hug again.

God, fuck David.

~

His plan started the next morning when he came out for breakfast. David was there, chipper as ever and literally whistling as he made his coffee. He must've heard Max's footsteps over his whistles, though, because he stopped and turned around with a smile already on his face.

"Hey, kid- oh!"

Max didn't let David finish his sentence before he wrapped his arms tightly around the tall man's midsection. He refused to look up, instead just waiting for David to return the hug.

He didn't. Max waited several beats longer than he ever normally would before peeking upwards.

David has a look on his face that was a perfect mix of shock, joy, and concern. His arms were half-lifted in the air, like he was afraid of even touching Max.

"Max...?" He spoke like he was trying not to startle him. "What's wrong?"

Max flushed and yanked his arms away. "Nothing! Fuck off." And with that he shoved David away, snatched the coffee mug off the counter and stalked back to the living room, grateful that his skin color meant his blush wasn't that visible.

Jesus, that was a shitshow. He'd hoped the man's stupidly cheerful demeanor would result in him doing what Max wanted right away, but David also had the annoying tendency of being very overly careful and hyper-aware of Max's whole vibe ever since he realized what grade-A shitholes his parents were. He probably thought Max was having a brain aneurysm or something.

Max slurped his coffee in thought. He'd have to try again, and David better get it right next time.

~

David didn't get it right next time, or the next time, or the time after that. Fuck David!

It had been a week of these stupid embarrassing moments, of Max hugging David and taking too long to pull away in the hopes the man might take the hint. It only took a couple attempts for David to chill out when Max hugged him, and after that things were pretty much back to normal: he'd give Max a quick squeeze around the shoulders, but never tried to pick him up again. This happened multiple times a day, and Max didn't know what was worse: David thinking he constantly wanted hugs, or David finding out what he actually wanted was tickles.

Tonight, they were watching a movie, some PG-13 thing that was one of the few genres that they could both agree on (romantic comedy). They were sitting side by side on the couch, wrapped in blankets and trying to balance the popcorn bowl in between them.

Suddenly David made a thoughtful noise. "Hey! I just remembered, we have raisins and peanuts in the kitchen-- what do you say we turn this popcorn into trail mix?"

"Don't you dare ruin this popcorn for me, David," Max shot back. "It's not meant to be healthy, it's meant to be salty and buttery and make your stomach hurt after."

David raised an eyebrow. "What if I throw in some pretzels and M&M's, too?"

Max wavered.

"... Only if they're the curly pretzels," he decided, flopping back onto the couch as David removed himself from his blanket burrito and headed toward the kitchen. The movement jostled Max's own blanket, pulling it to the side, and a sudden shiver racked its way up his body. Jesus, why did David keep it so cold in here?

Without thinking about it Max grabbed the blanket David had been using and threw it over himself, burrowing deeper into the softness. His signature hoodie wasn't just for looks-- he actually did get cold pretty easily.

When David came back, Max pretended to be laser focused on the TV screen.

"Now, what do we have here?" David asked, bemused and calm. "Didn't know you were a blanket thief, kiddo."

"Fuck off, I'm cold," Max replied, "and I'm a kid so you can't take it away from me."

"Language! And I wasn't going to take it back." David stepped closer and placed the trail mix bowl on the coffee table. "But do you think we can share it?"

Max looked up at him, glaring. David returned the look with a patient smile.

"... Fine."

He stayed purposefully still as David rearranged the blankets to accommodate both him and Max. The few inches of space between them were gone, and now Max found himself pressed against David's side, his arm throw over the back of the couch behind Max's head.

Max hesitated. He didn't wanna try his stupid plan anymore tonight, especially since he was pretty much giving up on it since David was so dense he couldn't even figure out what Max actually wanted from all those hugs. Still... he did want to be comfortable. So after a minute of indecision, he rested his head against David's shoulder, curling his legs up onto the couch until he was practically a ball under David's arm.

He expected David to tense up, or freak out, or ask him if he's okay again. But to his surprise, none of that happened. Instead, David immediately shifted his arm to wrap around Max's shoulders instead. It happened so quickly Max thought he'd planned it.

He looked at David suspiciously. "Did you plan this?"

To his surprise, David snorted. "Me? You're the one who stole the blanket, kiddo."

"You left it behind and you didn't call fives. It's my blanket now."

"Oh, is that right?"

Before Max even knew what was happening, David's hand was on his side, scribbling against his ribs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He couldn't help it; he gasped, gripping the fabric tight in his fists, and shoved his face into David's shoulder.

Immediately the motion stopped. After a beat, Max peeked up to see David smiling sheepishly at him.

"Sorry," he said. Then he just... kept watching the movie.

That was it. Max shot a hand out of the blanket nest, grabbed the closest pillow he could, and whacked David in the face with it.

"Ahh!" David screamed, more in shock than in pain. His hands went to his face, checking for injuries, and he looked at Max with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Why did you stop?"

Max knew, he knew he was being weird, but he didn't care. He kept his annoyed face even as David's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why did I stop what?"

Jesus. Christ. "The thing you were just doing."

"The thing I was just doing?" His face morphed slowly from confusion to surprise. "You mean-- when I tickled you?"

Max flopped back to the couch, arms crossed. "Ugh. Yes, that."

"You're annoyed that I... stopped tickling you?" Oh, fuck. Now David's voice had an inkling of... fondness, or something stupid like that. Max was beginning to regret this.

"I had thought that's what happened the other day..." David said slowly. "Before you, you know. Kicked me."

Max shrugged. "I don't have the best reflexes, okay?"

"I see," David said. He had a thoughtful look on his face. "So... is that why you've been hugging me so much this week? Because you wanted me to do it again?"

God, he sounded so earnest it made Max wanna hurl.

"I do not wanna talk about this," he huffed, staring at the TV and pretending his face wasn't on fire.

"Max, it's okay!" God dammit, he could hear the laughter in David's voice. "Kiddo, buddy, it's okay, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I'm not judging you. I'm just surprised! I mean, you were always so grumpy at camp, I just never would've thought that it's something you'd like. It's actually really--"

"Don't you dare!"

"Cute!"

Max glowered. "Shut the fuck up, camp man!"

"Okay, okay!" David said, raising his hands in defeat. "I'll stop, I promise. But... Max, I'm not gonna tickle you if you keep telling me to stop. I don't like playing unless I know you're still having fun. So I'm sorry, but if you want me to tickle you, you're going to need to tell me."

This was actually hell. Fuck David, for real.

Max couldn't even look at him now. His eyes were locked on his fingers, twiddling with his hoodie strings.

"... Do I have to say it out loud?" he mumbled, half hoping David wouldn't hear him.

To his surprise, David didn't respond right away. Max looked at him only to find David was already watching him in thought.

"Here," he finally said. David leaned back, and while keeping eye contact with Max, rested his arm in the same position on the back of the couch again.

Max hesitated. Then he scampered back forward and resumed his place leaning against David's side, letting David wrap his arm around his shoulders again.

"Is this okay?" David asked, and Max was about to swear at him again before he felt David's hand once again, this time scratching up and down his arm through his hoodie.

Max gave a full-body shiver. Fuck David. "It's fine."

David nodded, pleased. "I'm gonna put the movie back on."

Max nodded, wary and on edge. He tried to keep watching the movie, but David's blunt nails trailing up and down his upper arm were impossible to ignore. Each brush reached a bit closer to his neck every time, and he fought the urge to twitch.

Suddenly he felt two fingers scratch lightly against his neck. He snapped his head to the side. "David!"

"What's wrong?" David asked, sounding far too pleased with himself. "This is what you want, right?" Before Max could even answer there was another hand on his stomach, scribbling and wiggling haphazardly over the blanket. Even with the layers, Max couldn't help but squirm. Giggles started falling out of his mouth without his permission.

"Awwwww," David cooed, "are you ticklish there, Maxy?"

Max shook his head, not even in response to the question, just to try to get some of his nervous energy out. David's hand left his neck and reappeared at his side, curling into a claw and scribbling blindly wherever he could reach.

Squeals of laughter rung through the air. Max's body didn't even know how to react with all the sensations, and he ending up curling even closer to David's side, shoving his face into David's shoulder as he tried to muffle his giggles. David tsked.

"Maximilian," he said in a faux-stern voice. "Why are you trying to hide? I'm only tickling you."

Suddenly he stopped, and Max took deep breaths, only to let out a completely involuntary squeak as he felt David's arms wrapping around his torso. Without warning he was lifted and shifted until he was on David's lap, wrapped in a hug that coincidentally also left him without any escape routes. He didn't even get a moment to complain about it, however, before David was tickling him again.

"Uh oh, looks like someone forgot their bug spray!" David teased. "Here come the ants!" He walked his fingers up and down the back of Max's ribs, giggling when the action made Max's laughter grow even louder.

"Aw, what's the matter? I'm just tickling you, silly. I thought you liked my tickle hugs!"

Max shoved his fists against David's chest, trying to push away, but he couldn't focus with how badly it tickled. David wrapped his arms tighter around Max's torso until his hands were resting on his sides.

"Do you remember when we learned the Heimlich maneuver?" David asked. Max didn't respond, too busy moving from side to side but finding the hands tickled no matter where he went. "Remember, you wrap your arms around the person, and you squeeze!"

David did just that, except instead of squeezing like they'd learned in safety camp, his hands tazed against Max's sides. Max screamed, throwing his head back and laughing like crazy as David did it again. And again. And again.

"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" David chanted in time with his squeezes, his voice going goofy and ridiculous with every squeeze. "Boy, you sure are giggly today, aren't you? You're not a Mr. Grumpypants, no sir, you're just a little cutie pie!"

"Davihihid!" Max whined. He curled forward and shoved his forehead against David's shoulder, only to jump and squeal when he felt the counselor blowing cool breath against his ears. Desperate for something to do, he found himself grasping handfuls of David's shirt, not pulling, just holding on tight.

"You still having fun?" Davis asked. Max nodded, his brain too fuzzy to think about being sarcastic. He felt rather than heard David laugh, the action reverberating in his chest as he continued to tickle all over Max's sides and back.

Finally his hands slowed, then stopped.

"Alright, it's okay," he said as Max's peals of laughter fell to just panting giggles. "Let's breathe, okay?"

To Max's surprise he didn't push the kid off his lap; instead he merely adjusted his hands so his palms were lying flat against Max's back. He jumped when they started moving again, but this time David was merely rubbing slow circles in the center of his back, careful to avoid any tickle spots.

Max finally caught his breath, dropping his head once again until his cheek rested on David's shoulder. He coughed once, and David stopped.

"Is your throat okay?" he asked, that annoying concern back in his voice. "Do you want some water, or tea?"

"I'm fine," Max replied hoarsely. He could tell David was unconvinced, so he continued before he could protest. "Later."

That seemed to be enough for David, and after a beat he continued rubbing Max's back. A few seconds later, one of his hands moved upwards until he was cradling the back of Max's head, his fingers brushing gently through his thick black hair.

Jesus, if anyone from camp saw him now, he didn't even know what they'd say. They'd probably just assume he was poisoned again. He'd almost rather be poisoned than let his friends see him now: literally curled up on David's lap after being tickled nearly to tears.

But there was no one else here. Just him and David, and David wasn't going to make fun of him. He'd told Max that, and Max believed him.

He closed his eyes, let the drone of the forgotten movie fall into the background, and drifted off. The last thing he felt was David's arms, still wrapped around him, keeping him safe.

[amazingmsme]

Such A Squealer

AN: Somehow managed to whip this up lickety split before I start on my homework. This was a really cute prompt, & lumax holds a special place in my heart. Hope y'all enjoy day 11!

Max considerer herself to be a good girlfriend, no, a great girlfriend. She shared the same interests with Lucas, she was funny, supportive, and even though she was hesitant to think so, she knew that some people would say she's pretty. (Her mom insisted on it, at least.) And to top it off, she was currently giving him a massage without even being asked.

"Okay, but it better not be some kinda trick," he teased, laying down on the bed. He rested his chin on his hands and shifted until he was comfortable. She straddled his waist and began working her palms over tense shoulders. He'd been complaining about being sore after practice, so this was the least she could do.

Her hands traveled the expanse of his back, over the rolling hills of his shoulders and the valley of his lower spine. She carried on for a few minutes before slipping her hands under his shirt to glide over bare skin. He let out pleased grunts and hums as she released the tight knots in his back, allowing his troubles to melt away.

And then her hands traveled too far down, veering off to the side and she happened to squeeze his hips. Lucas jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, and squealed. He clapped a hand to his mouth just as a grin tried to overtake his features. He'd been too late to muffle the sound, and Max's interest was piqued.

"Oh? What was that?" she asked, doing it again. Lucas jolted, arms pressing down against his sides.

"N-nothing," he said, voice at least two octaves higher. Max looked at the back of his head with skepticism and grinned.

"Mm, that didn't sound like nothing," she mused, idly drawing circles with her thumbs over his hipbones. He snorted, burying his face in a nearby pillow to muffle his laughter.

Max couldn't have that. She loved the way his laugh sounded. He didn't hold back, and it just sounded so bright it could light up a room. It was the sound of pure, unbridled joy- his joy. And she was the only making him happy. She decided she deserved to hear it and yanked the pillow away, tossing it aside.

He yelped when his shield was stolen before falling into endless giggles as Max kneaded his hips.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" he begged, curling up on his side. Max persisted and used his new position to roll him on his back. He was breathless, hair tussled and he had the biggest smile of his face she's ever seen.

"Is there a reason you've been hiding this tickle spot from me?" she asked, hands formed into claws and poised to strike. He giggled nervously and looked away.

"Ihi wasn't hiding it! You just didn't find it!" he defended himself. She arched a brow.

"You could've told me," she cooed. Lucas snorted.

"Yeah right. You just would've tortured me sooner!" he justified, unable to tear his eyes away from her hands.

"Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then," she said smugly and shrugged. His eyes widened and he tried to grab her hands and push them away, but she was too quick. Rapid squeezes to the hips assaulted his nerves and sent tiny shocks of electricity through his body. He shrieked, head thrown back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as cackles escaped. Max was glad her mom wasn't home, surely she'd think they were being killed. Now that she thought about it, maybe some of the neighbors did. Oh well, she'll be happy to explain the misunderstanding if any cops were to arrive. Hopper would certainly find it funny.

Lucas was thrashing around on the bed, laughing freely and most notably, not trying to stop her. Max grinned to herself, taking a deep breath before diving down. She blew a raspberry as hard as she could on his hipbone, and another loud squeal cut through the air. She kept going until she was smiling so wide, she couldn't get a good seal on his skin. She rose back up, so breathless and happy you'd think she was the one being tickled.

"Dude, you are such a squealer!" she teased, squeezing his hips so he couldn't protest, though he still tried.

"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted through persistent giggles.

"Wanna bet?" she asked playfully, wiggling her brows at him before taking a large breath. Lucas shook his head, eyes wide and an overwhelming smile in place.

"Nonono wahahait!" She didn't wait, instead blowing another raspberry on his other hip. Needless to say, Max proved her point.

[radio-navlee]

id sell my soul for you to write nikki and neil ganging up on max >:3

No need to sell your soul goul! I gotch you!

Say it!

Lee: Max

Ler: Nikki & Neil

Summary: Nikki and Neil had enough with Max just insulting them and decided to finally do something about it!(Takes place before s5)

——————————————— “Eugh! Max you reek of coffee!” Neil complained causing Max to growl back

“Yeah, I need it so I can deal with your bullshit!”

“Shhhh! Guys I’m trying to listen to what Terrence is trying to say!” Nikki shushed the boys cupping her hands around a fly and holding it up to her ear

It was a relatively hot day at Camp Campbell. Nikki, Neil, and Max laid in the grass that had been warmed up by the sun. David and Gwen thought it would be a good idea to give the campers a free day. (It totally wasn’t because Gwen didn’t wake up on time and David couldn’t think of anything to do for the day)

“Okay! Good bye Terrance!…. Yeah I can’t speak fly..” Nikki sighed

“I thought having a free day would be fun or something, I’m just bored!” Neil whined.

“Shhh! I’m trying sun bathe!” Max whipped out a pair of sun glasses and put them over his eyes.

“Sun bathing in a hoodie and jeans?”

“Guys did you hear that? I could have sworn I heard an annoying pussy start talkin” Max said with sarcasm

“Don’t call me a pussy Max!”

“I’ll call you what ever I want!”

“Can I call you stuff too Neil?” Nikki interrupted

“Nikki how about you go speak with the animals, you Snow White wanna be!” Max grumped

“Hey! I don’t even like Snow White!” Nikki frowned

“Max quit being such a dick!” Neil stated

“That’s funny, if you get to call me a dick then I get to call you a pussy!” Max crossed his arms

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Neil started to get annoyed with all the bickering.

Max, Neil, and Nikki broke out into an argument between all of them for different reasons, but it was mostly all traced back to Max. Neil pushed first

“Max your so annoying!”

“Don’t push me!” Max pushed back

“Ugh! This is exactly what I mean!” Neil and Max wrestled on the ground bumping into Nikki and pulling her into the fight as well.

“Let go!”

“Ow stop!”

“Hey!”

“GET OFF!”

“AUGH!”

Nikki and Neil both caught each others eyes and nodded their head, ganging up on Max and pinning him down.

“Hey! No fair!” Max gritted his teeth

“Stop calling me a pussy!”

“Stop calling me Snow White!”

“Get off me!!” Max growled

Now Max was pissed, this was just ridiculous! He squirmed underneath them but could get free. Nikki had pinned his shoulders to the ground while Neil unintentionally held his sides down.

“Stop callin us names! And say sorry!” Neil compromised

“This is outrageous!” Max groaned

“Now!” Neil readjusted his grip squeezing Maxs sides

“GAH! NEIL!” Max jumped

“What?”

“Don’t doho- that!”

“Do what?”

“Eh? Whatever you just did!”

Neil thought and squeezed Maxs sides again.

“Stohop! I mean it!”

“Max your ticklish?”

“Shut up!” Max blurted embarrassed

“What, can’t handle when I do this?” Neil teased squeezing Maxs sides over and over again. Max almost lost it. He tried to stifle any giggles trying to escape but Nikki was already starting to pin his arms

“GaHAha!” Max finally broke letting all the pent up giggles spill.

Neil moved up to his ribs to try to get a better reaction. Spidering between every rib and vibrating his fingers, Max was losing it.

“EHAHAhehaHA! NEHEhil!!”

“What?”

“QUHIhihit it!” Max bucked

“Say sorry!” Neil let up

“I- hihi- don’t say (inhale) sohorry!”

“Is that so? Nikki, help me out!” Neil smirked down at Max watching the smug in his eyes drain.

“I’d be glad too!” Nikki chirped, instead of hold his hands up she used her legs to pin them down, making her hands free. She giggled looking at Max wiggling her fingers, she swore she heard Max whine.

“Fuck!” Max let out his last words before Neil went back to his ribs and Nikki went right above his armpit. Teasing and tickling his upper arms instead. Luck for Max, Nikki couldn’t get under his hoodie like Neil.

“THISIS ihis STUPIHihihid!!”

“Just say sorry Max!”

“Yeah! Before I get you!” Nikki wiggled her hands in front of Maxs eyes. ‘That’s right, fuck!’ Max remembered, Nikki knew Max was ticklish, she knew all his spots.

“So are you gonna say sorry or not?” Neil stoped for a second.

“s-sohohorry…..YOUR STILL A PUSSY!!” Max insulted

“Oh that’s it-” Neil was cut off by Max laughing hysterically.

“GAHAHA! NIHIHIKIII!! FUHAHAHACK!!” Max scrunched up his neck at best he could, but he could not escape Nikki’s fast fingers.

“Nikki how did you-”

“DAHAHMNIT!!!”

“That’s not all! Look how he reacts when I get his ears!” Nikki quickly changed spots, Max squealed.

“SHIHIHIHIT!!” Max tried to shake her off but Nikki was too quick.

“NIHIKKII!! YOHOUR SUCH AHA *snort* GAH!”Did Max just snort? Holy moly, Neil was impressed. Nikki stoped to laugh.

“HAHAHehe! Sehee! Gosh Max you’re insane!” Nikki wiped a tear from her eye

“Nohot fuhunny!” Max said trying to catch his breath.

“Neil, if you’re still look for that apology. Try his hips!” Nikki said, grabbing Maxs hands and pinning them.

“His hips?”

“NO!” Max blurted

“Yeah his hips!”

“Like right here?” Neil teased tickling the air right above his hips

“Fohor fucks sake!” Max complained

“Yea yea! Right there!”

“okay!”

“Wait your serious?”

Neil inched closer

“WAITWAITWAIT!!”

Closer

“NEILISWEARTOGOD!”

“Closer”

“neilneilneilwaitpleaseyouhavenoideahowloudimgonnaget!!” Max tried to warn him panicking at the anticipation.

“If only you would-,” Neil latched onto Maxs hips, massaging into the bone

“-Just say sorry!”

“AHAHAHAHAAA! OHOHKAY!! ILL APOLOGIZE! PLEHEHEAHASEE!!” Max plead

“And it will be a real apology?” Neil did his best to drag the tickling on

“YEHES!! IT WI-*snort*-IHILL!!” Max snorted again! Nikki was laughing her ass off.

“Ok ok!” Neil let up

“gehehez!” Max panted

“I’m sohorry! I’m sorry I cahalled yohou a- a pussy!”

“There we go!” Neil clapped, Nikki let go of Maxs arms and Neil got off.

“Ugh, please shut up!” Max said covering his face in embarrassment

“Some one’s embarrassed!” Neil said in a baby voice

“Stop!” Max pushed Neil away

“I got an apology! I got max to say sor-ry!” Neil sang

Max whined, turning to his side to think of what just happened. ‘Did I really just say sorry?’ God damnit! Neil turned around to see Max lying on the ground facing away from him.

“Hey Max? Are you okay?”

“just don’t mention this every again!” Mad mumbled

“Sorry what?” Neil got closer

“I SAID-!” Max stoped himself and quieted down

“I said, don’t mention this ever again! Not to David! Not to Space Kid! Nobody should know about this!”

“About how easy it is to take you down with just a couple wiggles of the finger?” Neil laughed

“Ugh! Shut up! And yes!” Max groaned

“it took so long to get Nikki not to say anything!” Max pointed to Nikki who was digging up the grass.

“Okay okay! I won’t say a thing!” Neil said putting his hands up and backing off.

The rest of the day was pretty tiring for Max, the three of them laid back down in the grass just talking about whatever came to mind. Max eventually fell asleep causing Neil to also fall asleep, which made Nikki also fall asleep.

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Okie Dokie artichokie! Hope you enjoyed :)

-Navy out!

[kissedsuns]

SLEEPING WITH THEM, F1 BOYS.

INTRODUCING THE GRID: oscar piastri. lando norris. charles leclerc. max verstappen. carlos sainz.

CW: fem!reader, teasing, kissing, established rel . . .

— OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

no matter how long you've been together, oscar's shy nature never really fades. the moment you climb into bed beside him, his heart starts racing, and a light blush quickly spreads across his cheeks. even though he has spent countless nights with you, the simple act of your body curling up next to him still makes him feel dizzy—something you find so endearing about him. when you plop your sleepy head on his chest, he stiffens slightly, unsure of how to respond. should he wrap his arm around you? is he being too forward? eventually, oscar can't resist the urge to hold you close. he lets out a small sigh and slowly he wraps his big arm around you. as he settles into the moment, oscar instinctively nuzzles his face into your hair. the sweet scent of your shampoo fills his senses, and it's enough to lull him to sleep. on nights when you're wearing thin pyjamas, oscar finds himself wanting to be even closer to you. he'll gently slip his hand under the fabric, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

— LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando is naturally touchy, no doubt about it. from the moment you both climb into bed, his arms instinctively reach out to wrap around you. it doesn't matter how you're positioned—he always manages to find a way to drape himself over you, his hands gliding up and down your back in soothing strokes. it's a habit of his, one that never fails to send you into a peaceful sleep. there is just something about the way his hands move. no matter how much you toss and turn throughout the night, you always seem to wake up in his grasp. it's almost like he has a magnetic pull towards you, his arms never straying far. sometimes, you'll wake up to find him clinging to you like a koala, his head resting on your chest or his legs slightly tangled with yours, as if he's afraid to let go. and while he might joke about it in the morning, saying how he must have been cold, you know it's just his way of staying connected to you. as much as lando loves holding you, there are nights when he craves a bit of extra attention himself. on those particular nights, he'll gently nudge you, signalling that he wants to be the little spoon. you are more than happy to oblige. his curls are ticklish against your face, and you can't resist burying yourself in them. your fingers also naturally find their way to his hair, twirling little strands between them before it sends you to sleep. lando absolutely loves to sleep, and because of that, these scenarios tend to happen often.

— CHARLES LECLERC (16)

once the two of you have crawled into bed, all charles wants is to hear your soft, soothing voice which puts him to sleep easily. he likes to have a quiet conversation with you about your day, listening intently as you talk about the little things that happened, genuinely interested. and he also takes these vulnerable moments to spice things up by mentioning all of the gossip surrounding the paddock, or somethings that happened over the race weekend that you may have missed. occasionally, charles will press a kiss to your shoulder or the top of your head, murmuring sweet nothings in french. if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you'll often find that charles is right there, still holding you. sometimes, he's already awake, just watching you with a sleepy smile. he'll ask if you're okay, and if you need anything. he is more than willing to get up and help, whether it's fetching you a glass of water or simply holding you tighter until you fall back asleep.

— MAX VERSTAPPEN (1)

when you first get into bed, max is usually stiff and almost a little shy, but you can tell that he's just waiting for the right moment to pull you close. he's not overly cuddly by nature, but he'll often hold you firmly, and if you happen to stir or move away in your sleep, max will instinctively tighten his grip, drawing you back to him without even fully waking up. he will naturally gravitate towards you, his arm draped over your waist. he's not one to sprawl out; instead, he prefers to be as close as humanly possible. even if you start off with some space between you, max inevitably ends up shifting closer during the night. however, he does have this habit of bringing racing magazines to bed with him, flipping through them with concentration. to you, it's kind of funny—he almost looks like a teenage girl absorbed in the latest gossip magazines. you can't help but tease him a little when you catch him squinting at the pages, totally engrossed that you have to stifle a giggle. "are you reading up on your rivals again, max?" you might ask with a smirk. sometimes, you might also jokingly ask him about who his 'favorite' driver is in the magazine, just to see how he'll react. max will play along, maybe flipping a page and pretending to consider your question seriously. "this one," he'll say, pointing to a picture of himself, "he's the best looking, i think." but if you dare tell anyone that he reads formula 1 gossip magazines before bed, you might just find yourself on the couch for a while.

— CARLOS SAINZ (55)

carlos is a natural protector, and that instinct carries over into how he sleeps. he loves to wrap his big arms around you, holding you close to his warm body. carlos also has a habit of tangling his legs with yours, especially when you're lying face to face and get to see that giddy smile of his through the moonlight peeking through the curtains. but, we can't forget his playful side. before the two of you settle into the soft sheets, he might attempt to tickle your sides just to hear you laugh, or trap you in a bearhug that can be surprisingly easy to get out of given his sleepy state. another adorable thing about carlos is that he loves to not only intertwine legs, but also hands. carlos always wants to be holding your hand, even when you're both asleep so he will often reach for your hand, linking your fingers together and keeping them close to where his heart is.

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