#ticklish young Neil

[veryblushyswitch]

Literally everything about this 💖💖💖 Especially Wallace and young Neil oh my gosh- 😭💖💖💖

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[123puppy]

Neil only wanted to beat this level without disruptions and he was pretty good at ignoring everything and everyone around him. It's not a hard thing, anybody can do it, but Neil can go far into his head and stay there to accomplish nothing and everything.

Yes, it doesn't make sense but it does when you're Young Neil. Just go with it.

The youngster didn't have anything going for him, he took up the couch as Sex Bob-bomb were doing their 'practice' and Knives was currently in the kitchen getting a snack. He was perfectly within his element of not giving a fuck and about to make it to the boss. It's perfect.

Then Scott sits on him.

"Ack!" He knocks his face against his game boy as Scott settles on him. The older boy doesn't bother watching Neil abandon his handheld in favor of nursing his throbbing face.

"Scott, what the hell!"

"What?"

"Get. Off." Neil hissed.

"It's your fault for taking up all the space." Scott ignores Neil's attempts to free himself, throwing his arms behind the couch. "Besides, I'm tired from standing."

"So that's how you're gonna be, huh?" Young Neil said. Something in his voice spelled trouble but Scott obviously didn't catch it. Kim however looks up from putting away her drumsticks.

"You're fucked."

Scott glanced at her in question but it was already too late. Like a ninja, Neil shoots his hand under Scott's shirt and latches on.

The reaction was immediate. Scott screams in a glorious pitch that could send dogs running as he leaps off of Neil and over the coffee table, landing on his feet, arms raised ready to block.

The four adults stood in silence and only stared at one another. Scott's face is ashen, eyes bulging from his skull as he stood defensively, staring daggers at Neil while keeping as much distance from Kim and Stephen himself.

Neil is anything but clever. He blinks and sits more properly on the couch while giving Scott a look.

"What?" Neil asked.

Kim snorts and Scott flinches.

"Oh my gosh." All eyes turn to see Knives holding a glass of water, eyes sparkling. Scott's feels his gut churn and feels his skin set itself on fire, legging trembling. "Oh mY GO-"

ZOOM

Scott was no longer standing in the middle of the room, his outline showing his missing person. The door is wide open with a bunch of dust kicked up down the walkway and sidewalk.

[irisbleufic]

For @afrogeekgoddess, @qtheallpowerful, and Anonymous.

TEASER:

It's not the first time Aziraphale has grudgingly emerged from the back room in response to a customer's startled shout. He sighs and puts down his crossword. Such flighty creatures, humans. So much needless fuss.

"Where is it?" asks Aziraphale, wearily. He thinks he's heard that voice before.

The poor lad stands with his back against the shelves lining the far wall, trembling in his trendy canvas flats. "There," he says, pointing at the low, sunny window ledge, which offers a fine view of the alley. "Behind the stack of record catalogues."

Aziraphale bends with a huff, shifting the hefty stack (Bloody be-bop, he thinks, thanks to bloody Adam Young). The offending party lies curled up and content in the late afternoon glow, tongue flicking lazily at its reflection in the glass.

"It's an adder," insists the unduly traumatized customer. "Don't get too close!"

"It's no such thing," Aziraphale sighs, sliding his fingers beneath the coils he knows to be most ticklish.

[thepuckbuddies]

upsetti spaghetti

prompt:  Hey can I have a zach werenski imagine where he proposes? (from anonymous)

player: Zach Werenski, Columbus Blue Jackets

“Hey, babe? I’m home!” You call into the apartment, voice muffled by the scarf wrapped tight around your face to protect you from the howling wind in the streets outside. You pause when you hear a cut-off curse and a clatter from the kitchen nearby. Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, face red and slightly sweaty.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N), what’s up? I didn’t, uh, know you would be home this early!” Zach says, not-so-casually leaning against the doorframe to block your view of the kitchen. His dark hair is mussed on one side, and his clothes are in disarray.

“...yeah, I managed to get away early.” You say, quirking an eyebrow. You move towards the doorway he’s in, and he jumps forward, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and steering you towards the living room. You offer him a confused smile, sure something is up but without any clue as to what it is. He grins back at you and nudges you down on the couch.

“Well, good! Stay right there, I’ll grab you something to drink!” He’s off before you can even say thank you, bustling back into the kitchen. He returns with a glass and a bowl of chips, setting them down. “Here, have the remote, put your feet up, relax!”

“Thanks, babe, but what—” you start. Zach isn’t normally this frantic-cheerful, so you’re kind of worried something’s gone wrong. You stop trying to talk when he leans down to kiss you, running a hand through your hair. You relax into it, feeling the tension leech out of his body too as you rest one hand on his shoulder and one over his heart.

“I’ll be back, okay? Why don’t you put on something to watch?” Zach suggests, leaning back. Shaking your head, you agree and rest back against the arm of the couch, wrapping your arms around a pillow. Zach smiles at you and disappears out of the room, head down as he mutters something to himself.

You’ve only gotten a few minutes into the episode of Scrubs you put on when a heavy thump echoes in the apartment. Worried, you sit up and call out.

“Zach? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, baby, just, uh, slipped! Everything’s fine!”

‘You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah!” You sit back again and frown, reluctantly returning your attention to the TV again, fiddling with the pillow’s edge. Only a few minutes later, you hear him yelp out a curse as there’s another loud crash. That’s enough for you. It was kind of funny watching him try to be subtle while it lasted. but you’re worried he’s going to hurt himself any minute now. Tossing your pillow to the side, you storm across the room.

“Zach, seriously, what is going on? Is something wr—,” you stop in your tracks as you reach the doorway. “Oh.” Zach is staring wide-eyed at you as he tries to cover the mess he’s made. “Oh, boy.”

The kitchen is wrecked, frankly. The stove and the wall behind it is covered in red sauce and there’s dry spaghetti everywhere, scattered across the floor and countertops. There’s at least twenty different dishes piled haphazardly in the sink, and the oven door is wide open, spilling heat out into the room. The source of the crash seems to be the tray of what looks like garlic bread sitting upside down on the floor, its contents forlornly scattered around it. You take in the entire mess and slowly drag your gaze up to where your boyfriend is standing in the middle of it, cheeks bright red.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he says immediately. You raise an eyebrow and he winces. “Alright, so it’s as bad as it looks.” He sighs and drops his head, scrubbing a hand through his hair and getting red sauce all through it. “I tried to make dinner for you, but the spaghetti went everywhere and only like half of it went in the pot, then the red sauce overheated and got all over and I think it burned on the bottom, so I was distracted trying to fix that, and then I thought the garlic bread was done so I went to get it out of the oven but I forgot a mitt and I burned my fingers and dropped the tray, so now it’s all over the floor, and—”

You can’t help but start to giggle, only laughing harder when Zach pouts at you.

“This isn’t funny, (Y/N), nothing went right.” He’s frowning at you as you try to stop yourself from laughing, clapping a hand over your mouth, but it’s just so adorable. He’s a mess, but he’s your mess. You smile at him and pull a hand towel from the countertop as you walk over.

“Zach, you don’t have to cook me dinner,” you say, still grinning as you wipe off the worst of the sauce all over his face and hair.

“But—”

“There’s no need to be so upsetti, spaghetti,” you continue.

“You’re the worst,” he laughs, shoulders slumping. He rests his hands on your hips as you finish cleaning him off. You lean up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh, am I? I’m the worst? That’s not a very nice thing to say,” you tease. Zach rolls his eyes and pokes at you, laughing as you flinch away, ticklish. “Uh-uh, mister, no way. You’ve got a mess to clean up.” Zach makes a face, scrunching up his nose, hazel eyes bright.

“Alright, alright, I know,” he says mournfully, looking around.

“How about this? I’ll go get takeout from that place we love on 5th while you clean this up and take a shower.”

“I love you, you know that?” Zach says, smiling again.

“I love you, too,” you laugh as you blow him a joking kiss goodbye, wrapping yourself up in your scarf again.

***

You’re greeted at the door of the apartment an hour later by a squeaky clean boyfriend and a soft kiss as he takes your coat and the food from you, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to the living room. You stutter-step as you catch sight of the room.

Everything is bathed in the soft light of what seems like a hundred candles, flickering flames lending a golden glow to the otherwise dark room. Gentle music plays in the background, a mix of acoustic songs that weave guitars in with soft voices. There’s a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the vase on the coffee table, soft sprays of baby’s breath mixed in with rich red roses. Zach grins at your reaction and guides you, stunned, to sit on thick cushions pilfered from the couch to rest on the floor. You turn to blink at Zach, wide-eyed. He shrugs bashfully.

“It would’ve been like this last time, but you came home early.” You laugh and throw your arms around his shoulders, feeling his own come around you to bring you close to his chest.

“It’s beautiful, you romantic sap!” You exclaim, eyes shining as you lean back. “Thank you,” you add, knowing the expression on your face must be the most love-struck thing. You happily dish up the food, splitting the entrees between you as you always do.

The dinner passes in comfortable discussion and laughter as the two of you get entirely wrapped up in each other. Eventually, Zach gets up to gather your plates and shakes his head when you offer to help.

“I’ll be right back, just have to get something from the kitchen,” he says. As he turns to go, you tip your head back to blink up at the ceiling, unable to stop yourself from grinning. You’re so in love with him, it feels like it’s going to burst right out of you. The feeling only intensifies when Zach reappears, waggling his eyebrows as he proudly shows off a little cheesecake made for two. You laugh at his antics and applaud appropriately as he sets down the dessert with a flourish.

The treat doesn’t last long, since both of you have a bit of a weakness for cheesecake, and you soon find yourself laughing as Zach tries to get a bit of chocolate off his cheek with his tongue.

“Come here, dork,” you chuckle, leaning forward. Your palm is warm on his cheek, thumb brushing away the chocolate. As you move to pull away, Zach’s palm covers yours, dark eyes earnest as he leans his head into your hand. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes close, sighing as he turns to press a kiss to your palm.

“Come on,” he says quietly, “Let’s lie down.” He links his fingers with yours and won’t let go, even when there’s some finagling to get you both in the position he wants. He’s flat on his back and you’re tucked between the back of the couch and his chest, head cushioned on his right shoulder and bicep as his arm curls around you, thumb brushing absentmindedly up and down your arm. You’re beginning to drift off to the steady sound of his breathing when he shifts under you.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” You lift your head to meet his gaze. Zach looks nervous, brows slightly drawn down and mouth tight.

“Always, babe. What is it?”

“I...never mind.” You furrow your brow.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Zach seems to trying to smooth his expression, but he still looks nervous and a little...something else you’re not sure of. Disappointed? Concerned, you hitch yourself up and look down at him, hair falling a little into your face. He reaches up and tucks it behind your ear.

“You can tell me, you know,” you say, a little pleading.

“I know, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I know, baby.”

“You’re a dork.”

“I know, baby.”

“Can you say anything else?”

“No, baby.”

“Now that’s just cruel,” you pout. Zach cracks a grin and pulls you back down to his chest, pressing his face to your hair.

“I love you, too,” he mutters. You laugh and pat his chest, resting your hand over his heart.

“I know, baby.” The music in the background fills the silence, and the comfort of the night wraps around the two of you as you cuddle together. Eventually, the song changes to a cover of Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon”, and you grin into Zach’s chest as he begins to move his shoulders to the beat.

“Alright, alright, come on,” you say, climbing off him to offer him a hand up, using it to pull him close to you. You link your fingers together and drape your other hand over his right shoulder as he curls his around your waist. Together, you sway to the beat, Zach humming under his breath. You rest your head on his shoulder and begin to quietly sing.

“Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say. Just like children sleeping, we could dream this night away.” Your voice is nothing to really call home about, but you’re not self-conscious around Zach and don’t mind singing around him when you wouldn’t with others.

The song continues playing as the two of you sway, pressed close together in the middle of your living room. You press a kiss to the bottom of Zach’s jaw and shift back to look him in the eye, smiling softly. Zach looks back at you, fondness written across his expression.

“Marry me,” he says. You blink at him and your lips part in shock.

“What?”

“Marry me, (Y/N),” Zach repeats, that same fond look still on his face. “I’ve never loved anything like I love you.” He extracts himself from your hold but doesn’t let go of your hand. Your free hand flies to your mouth as he drops to the ground on one knee, reaching back to pull out a black box and flick it open one-handed.

You don’t even look at the ring. He’s all you can see.

“Let me spend the rest of my life at your side, (Y/N). Let me be there when you go to bed at night and be the first thing you see in the mornings. Let me try to make you dinner and let me hear you laugh when I fail. Let me be there for your ups and the downs, let me have you with me when I succeed and when I fail. Let me hold you close and let me love you the only when I ever will — wholly and unconditionally. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

Somehow, through the tears on your cheeks, the smile on your face, and the happy laugh bubbling out of your chest, you manage to nod and tell him the truest thing you’ve ever said.

“Yes! Yes, I’d love to marry you!” You barely wait for the ring to slip onto your finger before you’re kissing him senseless, so happy you can barely breathe. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you keep repeating between kisses, the both of you unable to stop grinning.

“I love you, too,” Zach says, hugging you tight.

You’re not letting go anytime soon.

author’s note: i hope whoever requested this enjoyed it! again, feel free to send in requests if you’d like!

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The Great Campbell War of 2017

Love this blog so figured I’d submit this. First time writing a fic, but I got really inspired by this blog’s war thread so tada!!

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Cameron Campbell’s Camp Campbell was once a promising camp, the kids were happy and enthusiastic, and all seemed well….. That was ten years ago. The kids now were constantly angry and bored, the camp was in disarray and there was a few to many police shoot outs for a summer camp. David was getting fed up, why couldn’t he get the kids excited for anything. He needed something to boost the camp into it’s new golden age. But what could possibly get them to bond, to laugh and just enjoy the summer……. Oh that could work, that could definitely work.

“GOOD MORNING CAMPERS!!!”

The Some groans and side eyed glances were his only greeting, but this only got him more excited for the big reveal.

“Once you’re all done eating your super great meals meet me by the flag pole!”

He gave camp campbell’s signature salute before disappearing out the door once more, a few campers rolled their eyes. But Max was suspicious, he looked to Neil.

“What the hells got him so excited?” He asked before sipping his black coffee.

“What do you mean?” Neil replied giving Max a look

“ Yea …..what do….. you mean?” Nikki added shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth.

“He is way to fucking happy this morning, and that’s even for him!” Max pointed out.

“You must be imagining things cuase that’s him every morning”.

“No way that David is way more happy then normal! I should know cuase it’s pissing me off more than usual.”

“Your always pissed off how can you get anymore?”

Max sighed and just got up with everyone else. He knew deep down he was right, there was something making David even happier if only he could figure it out, though it didn’t take long for as soon as the double doors opened they revealed a smiling David next to a large black chalk board, with a slot for each camper. The rest of the camp shared the same confused look that came over Max’s face as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Good Morning guys!! Now today Gwen’s gone but we can still have fun without her till she’s back!! Anyone wanna guess today’s fun activity?” David announced happily watching the campers faces.

“You are forcing us to redo the stupid camporee?” Neil postulated, only to see David Shake his head his smile getting more prominent, maybe max had the right idea earlier.

“Oh oh Platypus egg hunt?!?!” Nikki excitedly yelled only for David to again shake his head.

The rest of the campers tried guesses but each got it wrong, the campers getting more and more curious.

“You’ve finally snapped and are planning on killing us all?” Max threw out loosing interest.

“Nope we are going to be the first to start a brand new tradition here at camp campbell!” David finally announced. “The First annual Camp Campbell tickle war!”

Confusion changed to shock then to disbelief then back to confusion. Max’s eyes went wide as he realized David was totally serious. Other campers still hadn’t gotten over the confusion.

“I can see you’re all a little confused, but the rules are simple when you tickle a fellow camper you get a point, you get tickled you lose a point. Our esteemed quartermaster will be keeping score. I will be a referee of sorts and help get you guys more involved in this activity!”

“You cannot be serious!” Max yelled out. “Who the fuck would wanna praticipate in this shi……” Before max could even finish his sentence Nikki had Neil pinned and started attacking her friend/potential step brother. Neil caught off guard immediately started laughing as Nikki attacked his sides.

“I’M GUNNA AHAHA KILL YOU NIKKI!!!!” He called out in between laughs.

That’s what set the rest of the camp descended into anarchy. Nerris used a glitter charm to distract Harrison before getting his knees, the magician dropping and trying to stifle his laughter. Space Kid and Doplh wrestled a bit before space kid got the upper hand, reducing the artist to a giggly mess. Nurf and Erid made a truce with each other before going after preston and Scotty.

During the initial confusion and outbreak Max managed to drop his knitted double and sneak away, running into the woods and climbing high into a tree to stay out of sight.

From here he had a good vantage point into the developing chaos. Nerris was getting tickled by what he could assume was Harrison. Nikki was laughing maniacally but not from being tickled, she was going after anyone she could get her hands on. Space Kid proved the underdog as he went after Erid letting Preston escape long enough to help get Nerris. The laughing could probably be heard from The Flower Scouts camp!

“Max what are you doing up there? Don’t you wanna join the fun” Max’s felt his stomach clench as he heard David, looking down to see the smiling counselor below him.

“I’m not fucking doing this shit it’s fucking crazy, and you can’t make me camp man!” He protested holding the branch tight.

“Aww Max don’t be like that you might have fun!” David perked up, reaching up to pluck Max from the tree like an apple

“No I won’t! Now let me go you idiot!” Max protested twisting and squirming trying to get loose of David’s hands.

Max stopped moving and bit his lip when he felt David wiggle a finger in his side. A few more fingers lightly tickled at his side as Max tried his hardest to not laugh. His face contorting into a half smile as he tried to not give David the satisfaction of winning this battle.

“Come on max let’s turn that frown upside down!”

Max couldn’t help it and started giggling as the finger dug into his sides. He began squirming again and tried to push David’s hands away. His giggles turning to laughs as David’s tickling got closer to his belly, rising in tone as he got his belly button.

“There we go now we’re getting in the spirit!” David cheered as he finally saw Max smile and laugh.

“Fuhuhuhuhuuck you asshole ahhahahahahaha!”

“Language!”

His fingers danced up and down max’s sides, as max tried to get away, causing his sweatshirt to ride up just enough for David to go and tickle right on max’s belly, Max jumped before snorting as he laughed louder then before. His face turning red as he laughed and squirmed. David’s tickling traveled up towards max’s underarms causing the young man to squeal and clamp his arms down, trapping the wiggling digits where they were.

“AHAHHAHA STop It YOu motherFuhuhuhuhcker!!!” Max Protested.

“Language! Looks like you need a lesson huh Max?” David teased.

He managed to Free one hand to dig into max’s belly again. The attack to both spots driving Max insane. He almost couldn’t take much more before he finally broke free of David’s grip. He fell down the tall tree like man before being caught just in time and lowered gently to the ground.

Max curled up panting, giggling and trying to get rid of the phantom fingers. But he still had a small smile on his face.

“Now see wasn’t that fun? Don’t you wanna go join now?” David said excitedly.

“Fuck No!” Max protested, this time it seemed almost for show.

“ You know you just had to say stop right?” David pointed out, causing Max to blush a bit.

“Holy shit Max is ticklish to!!” Nikki declared for all to hear as she jumped out of the bushes.

Max jumped back in surprise at being caught before seeing everyone look at him. A few to many excited to hear this news.

“Kill Him!!!” Nikki Cried in a warrior’s call as the chase began.

David watched as the campers ran past him. Smiles and excitement this is what he had hoped to see today. He was so glad this plan had worked out. Then David heard Max’s laughter kick back up and he began to think that maybe this activity could last them the rest of the week at this rate.

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There’s part one, if people like it i’ll add more parts! Feedback welcome!

OMG I LOVE THIS!! It’s honestly perfect!

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creation event week 2: favorite minor character

katelyn miller, aka vixen, aka biochemistry major, aka wants to be a pediatrician, aka dr. katelyn miller-minyard, md

she's adopted into a family with two moms, two sisters. five dogs. popo was just one of the many puppies their old pug had.

anyone who asks for ethnicity backgrounds will be met with non-serious answers.

"i was deported from canada because i was too beautiful to handle"

"i came from the heart of kansas, lived with a bunch of creatures in the fields. bigfoot and i did mani-pedis in the weekends"

"i came from the eldritch monsters that rule this realm. i am their prophet and humble vessel."

"i was cloned from amelia earhart and cleopatra"

"i'm jesus' daughter."

aaron actually laughed at that one for thirty seconds straight and had a very drastic facial hue change. he got very pink and katelyn's heartrate got concerningly faster

she was in the gymnastics team at a young age, then got into ballet and figure skating later on. she joined the cheerleading team in college because it was a free jump on tickets for sports events and a break from academics every other weekend.

she's really muscley and aaron loves her a lot.

katelyn doesnt want to have kids but she does love kids. jay, her nibling (yeah thats a word and its the cutest shit) from her older sister anna, is a large portion of why she wants to be a pediatrician. anna couldn't get medical help with them underway and with the guy chickening out at the last month of labor

this second time, anna finally found a more decent guy, and she had another baby, the one katelyn mentions to neil in the books.

she's pansexual and has dated multiple people before settling down with aaron in college. this has caused multiple problems for multiple reasons (sex tape scandals and slut shaming, to name a few) but ultimately, she doesn't really care. the people will think what they think

she does get into fights though. a lot. with the pair of them, you'd think aaron would be the one to get into more fights but nah. not out of court. she will literally punch a dude and tuck her thumb in just to be reminded of it.

aaron: babe, i just want you to know that that's hardcore and that i love you katelyn: i know :')

she's really into a lot of nerdy shit. cartoons, comic books, game of thrones. with aaron, she gets into video games. she's,,, practically a fountain of obscure pop culture references. aaron, who is equally nerdy, loves her for it.

she has a crush on storm and once had silver hair for casual cosplay.

she's into punk rock but rap is always a good workout playlist.

katelyn has the distinct advantage of knowing where aaron is ticklish the most and it gets her instant gratification. except for when he gets flaily and hits her.

lacy lingerie. her weird collection of lacy lingerie. sometimes she dresses aaron up in it. sometimes its a weird mishmash of body suits and wool socks and both of them in two of her five nirvana shirts watching ghost hunters at 2am on a free day

she likes to blep when she focuses and aaron really fucking loves her for it.

bonus under the cut

katelyn: you're so soft and squishy and i love it aaron: babe katelyn: its so nice just laying on your tummy it's amazing aaron: babe, no katelyn, blowing a raspberry on aaron's tummy: aaron: KATELYN

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Chance Encounter

by irisbleufic

It's not the first time Aziraphale has grudgingly emerged from the back room in response to a customer's startled shout. He sighs and puts down his crossword. Such flighty creatures, humans. So much needless fuss.

"Where is it?" asks Aziraphale, wearily. He thinks he's heard that voice before.

The poor lad stands with his back against the shelves lining the far wall, trembling in his trendy canvas flats. "There," he says, pointing at the low, sunny window ledge, which offers a fine view of the alley. "Behind the stack of record catalogues."

Aziraphale bends with a huff, shifting the hefty stack (Bloody be-bop, he thinks, thanks to bloody Adam Young). The offending party lies curled up and content in the late afternoon glow, tongue flicking lazily at its reflection in the glass.

"It's an adder," insists the unduly traumatized customer. "Don't get too close!"

"It's no such thing," Aziraphale sighs, sliding his fingers beneath the coils he knows to be most ticklish.

Words: 550, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & Warlock Dowling

Additional Tags: Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Post-Canon, London, Snakes, Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship, Request Meme, Prompt Fic, godfathers, Lunch, Pranks and Practical Jokes

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/23218453

[ao3feed-goodomens]

Chance Encounter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dg4nlx

by irisbleufic

It's not the first time Aziraphale has grudgingly emerged from the back room in response to a customer's startled shout. He sighs and puts down his crossword. Such flighty creatures, humans. So much needless fuss.

"Where is it?" asks Aziraphale, wearily. He thinks he's heard that voice before.

The poor lad stands with his back against the shelves lining the far wall, trembling in his trendy canvas flats. "There," he says, pointing at the low, sunny window ledge, which offers a fine view of the alley. "Behind the stack of record catalogues."

Aziraphale bends with a huff, shifting the hefty stack (Bloody be-bop, he thinks, thanks to bloody Adam Young). The offending party lies curled up and content in the late afternoon glow, tongue flicking lazily at its reflection in the glass.

"It's an adder," insists the unduly traumatized customer. "Don't get too close!"

"It's no such thing," Aziraphale sighs, sliding his fingers beneath the coils he knows to be most ticklish.

Words: 550, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & Warlock Dowling

Additional Tags: Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Post-Canon, London, Snakes, Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship, Request Meme, Prompt Fic, godfathers, Lunch, Pranks and Practical Jokes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dg4nlx

[ao3feed-crowley]

Chance Encounter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dg4nlx

by irisbleufic

It's not the first time Aziraphale has grudgingly emerged from the back room in response to a customer's startled shout. He sighs and puts down his crossword. Such flighty creatures, humans. So much needless fuss.

"Where is it?" asks Aziraphale, wearily. He thinks he's heard that voice before.

The poor lad stands with his back against the shelves lining the far wall, trembling in his trendy canvas flats. "There," he says, pointing at the low, sunny window ledge, which offers a fine view of the alley. "Behind the stack of record catalogues."

Aziraphale bends with a huff, shifting the hefty stack (Bloody be-bop, he thinks, thanks to bloody Adam Young). The offending party lies curled up and content in the late afternoon glow, tongue flicking lazily at its reflection in the glass.

"It's an adder," insists the unduly traumatized customer. "Don't get too close!"

"It's no such thing," Aziraphale sighs, sliding his fingers beneath the coils he knows to be most ticklish.

Words: 550, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & Warlock Dowling

Additional Tags: Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Post-Canon, London, Snakes, Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship, Request Meme, Prompt Fic, godfathers, Lunch, Pranks and Practical Jokes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dg4nlx

[urielysirius-blog]

The unknown realised.

Isn’t it crazy, how as you grow up you see things differently? How your morals grow almost as fast as your body (for some, not for others).

Neil was a nice guy. Too nice, some may think. I met him on a snowboarding trip with my youth club. He was a thirty-something year old worker. We went to France for the week, somewhere isolated amidst the mountains. Away from reality. I loved it there.

Until I had an accident. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t serious, just a broken hand. I did carry on boarding for two days after, because I just couldn’t help myself, until the pain got too much.

Neil offered to stay behind with me. That was only one of many nice things he did for me. He took me to a shopping centre to look at moonboots, and on a cable car. Being an anxious person, I loved to pace around an open space. Until the floor seated thin, metaphorically. But when I was with him I stayed static, not wanting to move from his side. I felt safe when he touched me. And he touched me a lot. Nothing that seemed untoward - he’d wrap his arm around my shoulder a lot, and brush the hair out of my face. He’d tickle me until I lost breath. And I didn’t know whether it was because I was deathly ticklish, or weather it was because it was his hands over me.

I needed my hand redressed, and so we went back to the hostel. Neil didn’t let me struggle by myself, he bandaged me up and kissed my wrist, covering a few scars with his warm lips. We talked, for hours, he took me for food as the others had gone out to eat already, I felt special, and content with how he was treating me.

On the way to France, we had two people carriers - they seated six each, nine including the seats upfront. On the way up I didn’t know who he was, but as the days went on I found myself getting to know this guy. We sat next to one another every breakfast, lunch and dinner time. I started to feel odd when he wasn’t around.

We were alone for a day or two, until gleeson broke his arm, followed by Kyle spraining his wrist. Still, Neil stayed behind with them too.

But still, we got time on our own. He would still come into my room as every other injured had a lay in. I would dangle from the top bunk, he would laugh at me from below, as he batted away my swinging legs. 13 and never been kissed. Well, not in the adult way, anyway. My first kiss was with a grown man. More than twice my age. I wasn’t scared, I was more than welcoming, i thought “this is friendship. This is more than any of my friends my age could give me.”. As he leant in I didn’t find myself dazed, just alert as I smelt his cologne, and the minty breath. This was what it was like in the movies, back then, the lean in, the kiss where neither party can shut it down. That was on the night, and I felt the end coming. He asked me to go in his cab, and so he swapped me with Gleeson. I sat in the front, in the middle of three. When Neil was driving I’d watch him. I’d watch his peppered jaw tense as he took a side long glance at me. On the Euro tunnel he nodded off onto my shoulder. Nothing wrong here. They swapped drivers, and Neil still sat beside me, but in a more relaxed position. I felt it too. The adrenaline of our new chance to get into contact with one another. And so he slept again on my shoulder, a deep slumber and as his head rolled, his lips pressed to my cheek. I’ll see you again, he promised as he kissed me behind everyone’s back. It’s odd. I mentioned this to my boyfriend (alittle more vaguely), about the trip to France and I remembered this… it just upsets me because at the time I was young and malleable. But now, oh, I look at it so so differently.

[happyandticklish]

Scott Pilgrim Headcannons

Someone had to make some of these, and it was a sacrifice that I was willing to make 😌

This doesn’t cover all of the characters, but these are the only ones I felt confident actually creating headcannons for

Scott Pilgrim:

. Scrappy ticklish. He’s all long legs and bony arms and flailing that eventually lands someone with a black eye. 

. Doesn’t hate tickling itself, but he hates that everyone can use it against him and DOES, often

. His hips get him real bad, with his sides being a close second. 

. His laugh starts off with a slow giggle, but a couple minutes in he’ll be wheezing and gasping for his life

. Doesn’t get flustered so much as he gets embarrassed, if that makes sense. Like, tickling as a concept doesn’t fluster him, but the fact that it’s a weakness of his does

. Wallace will pretend to warm up his hands against Scott’s sides and Scott gets super giggly about it but never protests because he doesn’t want to admit it’s tickling him

Romana Flowers:

. Surprisingly ticklish for someone as aloof as she is

. Craves the affection of being tickled but will not ask for it no matter what. The fear of humiliation at the confession or worse, rejection, holds her back every time

. Her stomach and knees get her I fucking know it on a basic, intrinsic level

. Her normal laugh is breathy and soft, just this picture perfect example of what a laugh should look like, but it gets really dorky when tickled. Also she snorts. Like, a lot. An embarrassing amount. Scott would tease her about it if he wasn’t so scared of her retribution 

. Despite how much she herself likes to be tickled, I feel like she often ends up in the ler role instead due to her asshole teasy tendencies 

. Immediately found out Scott was ticklish and uses it on him all the time. She doesn’t outright tickle him so much as she’ll tease him about the prospect of potentially tickling him just to watch him shut down as he fumbles for a dignified reply

. She gets her nails done impulsively a lot (she used to bite her nails as a bad habit when she was younger, so this is her way of trying to cut the habit), and as such she usually has long, killer nails that are devastating when applied to tickling

. The most nonchalant ler on the planet, it would be annoying if it wasn’t so flustering

. Just deadpan, no smile, just that classic raised eyebrow

. “I’m not ticklish-” “No?” “No!” “You know, you’re giggling an awful lot for someone who isn’t ticklish”

Stephen Stills:

. “Pffft, ticklish, no, of course not-”

. Definitely a giggles before people even touch him kind of guy

. Tries to play it cool, but he’s so weak to anticipation and it’s so obvious to everyone in the room 

. Worst spot is his stomach/waist/sides, he giggles and curls up and shrieks and bats at the ler’s hands, it’s a whole thing

. The word only flusters him if it’s applied to him, otherwise he’s cool

. Despite this, he’s more of a ler. He tries to fuck around with the other members of the band, but 99% of them do not take his shit and he’ll get wrecked for it three times over

. The definition of the “ler-leaning switch who always gets tickled”. He IS more of a ler, people just assume otherwise (also he’s easy to get)

Kim Pine:

. Isn’t ticklish all the way until she is

. I’ve known some people that have the scary ability to just turn off their ticklishness, and Kim is definitely one of these people

. If she’s not having, it does not work

. That being said

. If she’s in the right mood and you haven’t done anything to piss her off lately, she might indulge you

. Her worst spot is her neck, which Scott discovered back when they were dating. Kim, who is notoriously not a giggler, started giggling when he strayed towards her neck, and Scott was banned from ever pulling that move again

. Does. Not. Like. Being. Tickled. At all. I genuinely cannot see her enjoying the experience

. Doesn’t really tickle people either. She’s not someone who’s very open to physical touch, so the whole concept of tickling simply doesn’t appeal to her

. The only time she’ll tickle people is if they’re being annoying and need to be taken down a notch, and even then, only for a bit to get a point across

. She’ll pinch Stephen’s or Scott’s knees if they get distracted during team meetings, which makes these affairs far more nerve-wracking than they need to be for the other band members

Young Neil:

. Standard ticklish, like, the most average joe reactions to tickling on the planet

. Doesn’t tickle others and doesn’t get tickled because let’s be honest, most people forget he’s even in the room

. Very passive about tickling. He’ll curl up and giggle if tickled, but he does very little to actually get the ler off. He has pretty decent endurance too, and has almost never tapped out before his ler has given up/decided to give him a break

. Knives tickled him a bit when they dated, but he never fought back so she eventually gave up

. Secretly really fucking likes being tickled, like, to an in the community level, but not a goddamn soul knows because no one pays enough attention to him to find out

. Stephen jabbed him in the ribs once teasingly and my man thought about it for months afterwards

Knives Chau: 

. Absolutely adores everything about tickling, on both sides

. I don’t necessarily approve of her and Scott’s relationship, but it did happen canonically, so I’m gonna talk about it here as it’s a pretty central part of both of their character arcs

. Used to tickle Scott all the time when they were dating, which is probably the closest physical contact they had outside of holding hands. Scott would entertain it for a bit, but tbh he’s far too sensitive for his own good and would usually cut it short so she didn’t realize how much of a weakness it was for him

. Scott himself was pretty shy about touching Knives in general, so I don’t think he really tickled her unless it was to get her to stop tickling him

. Not for lack of trying, mind you. As stated earlier, Knives not only tolerates but loves being tickled, and 99% of her attempted provocations went unanswered 

. Tamara and her will get into tickle fights all the time, with Knives ending up the loser more often than not

. Pretty much everywhere is ticklish, but her sides break her instantly

, The very definition of a giggler, she cannot hold a straight face for more than a second while being tickled

Wallace Wells:

. I feel like he’s be undercover ticklish. Like, he’s not technically hiding the fact that he’s ticklish, but almost no one thinks to try it so he’s won most tickle fights that have broken out in his lifetime

. For most of their relationship, Scott only knew he was ticklish in theory because Wallace had vaguely mentioned it when drunk before. 

. Doesn’t giggle unless he’s drunk. Also, on that note, significantly more ticklish when he’s drunk, and more lovey-dovey about it. The only time he’ll actually let Scott tickle him

. Cackles a lot, very wheezy, silent laughter 

. Worst spots are his ribs, thighs, and feet. The ribs one is the main one that gets him into trouble because it’s so accesible. Scott used to cling onto him when he was moping around the house and Wallace would always get super grumbly and immediatelly shove him off because his hands kept accidentally tickling

. Definitely more of a ler. Only a lee with the right people in the right circumstances

. THIS MAN

. Will fuck Scott’s shit up

. Scott is so on edge around him because Wallace has memorized the spots and he’ll just casually grab Scott’s hips. The worst part is, Scott can’t even do anything about it, because he literally can’t get Wallace off, so Wallace will just casually flex his fingers in the spot and Scott is begging and squeaking and falling back against Wallace

. He just does that randomly too, and Scott hates/loves him for it

. He’s for sure the tase you from behind kind of guy, as well as the poke you in the ribs/sides all the fucking time

. Also knows the spots for the other members of the band and most people in his life, he’s is The Ler

. Doesn’t really use them, but he fucking knows, just in case

[ticklyfluffstuff]

Truth or Dare?

//Its me again with another Camp Camp tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and I think I did pretty good! I hope you all enjoy it and if you have any tips for me please message @golden-honeyhoney :>//

~Word Count: 1050~

“Oh my god I didn’t think she was fucking serious” Neil said with his eyes wide open in awe as he and Max watched Nikki consume the fifth jar of peanut butter, “Told ya I can do it! Now Max has to do a double dare!” Nikki proudly proclaimed as she set the empty jar of peanut butter on the Mess Hall table. “Ah shit, alright lay on the dares guys.” Max said. It was a Friday evening on Camp Campbell and the trio of campers decided to play a game of truth or dare to pass the time. Neil gave Max the first dare “I’ve got a good one, go and steal some of tomorrow’s pudding cups because I want one.” Max rolled his eyes at this as Nikki giggled “I want one too!” Max got up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen area, “This is a shitty dare y'know, Nikki make sure you think of a good dare!” Max called out from the kitchen while opening the fridge and swiping three pudding cups. Max closed the fridge door with his leg and walked back to see Nikki beaming, “What dare did you come up with?” Max asked Nikki as he tossed a pudding cup at Neil then Nikki. “You are fuuucked,” Neil said with a snicker, Max raised an eyebrow at this and turned to Nikki. “I dare you to go and ask David to tickle you, and if you back out we’re gonna have to tickle you for him!” Max’s eyes widened, “No fucking way!” Neil then placed a hand on Max’s shoulder “Are you sure? Two on one is pretty unfair.” He ended with a smirk, Max bit his bottom lip before speaking “Damn it.. Fine I’ll do it.” Max headed out of the Mess Hall but before exiting he turned to the two, “You guys are total dicks” he said to them and walked out with his signature “I’m done” face. As the doors closed behind Max, Nikki gave Neil a hi five. Max headed towards the counselors cabin, dreading of the total embarrassment he was about to endure. Though the young boy never really knew what it was like to be tickled, he never got that kind of physical affection at home or any affection at all for that matter so he didn’t know what to expect. Max opened the cabin door to see David who was working on a schedule for the next days camp activities, “Oh hi Max, I didn’t see you walk in! Need something?” The tall counselor said as he turned away from his work and bent down to Max’s level, Max sighed in defeat and spread open his arms as if he were to hug David “Tickle me.” Max said with a slight bite in his tone, he averted his eyes to save himself from a little embarrassment. David simply smiled at Max, unfazed by the request he never really gets “Well sure but don’t expect me to go easy!” Max braced himself as David pulled in the dark haired boy in for a tickle hug, David skittered his nimble fingers up and down Max’s sides. Max writhed in David’s grasp, laughter bubbled out of his mouth as David continued his attack, “I had no idea you were ticklish Max, tickle tickle tickle!” David teased while digging into his ribs. Max’s giggles turned to full on belly laughs, his laugh was so pure, so genuine. David loved seeing Max smile like this and hear him laugh like this, he never wanted him to stop laughing. “Dahahavid nohoho!” Max squeaked out as David repositioned Max by gently pinning him down and lifting both his arms up, he held Max’s small hands with one of his own. The tall counselor grinned as he wiggled his fingers above Max’s belly, the young boy giggled and squirmed underneath David. While the chestnut haired counselor teased the giggling mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Max at his purest. “I’m gonna… Getcha!” David slowly said before he attacked Max’s stomach which earned a squeal from the dark haired boy, “Dahahavid please dohohon’t!” Max said before throwing his head back in laughter “Why are you laughing hmm? What’s so funny?” David teased as he lifted Max’s hoodie and shirt to spider his fingers all over Max’s exposed belly, this made Max scream with laughter, “Quihihit it!” The giggling boy said. “Well you were the one who asked me to tickle you!” David said, starting to slowly trace circles around Max’s navel with one finger. “It was a dahahare!” Max squealed while thrashing violently, his face grew entirely red out of laughter and tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. “Mmhmm.” David said in a teasing tone while continuing to slowly spiral his finger into Max’s belly button. This earned another squeal from Max and ended in a snort, which David thought was the most cutest thing ever. “Hmm how should I end this.. Oh, I know!” Max was about to question David when suddenly the taller figure took in a large breath and blew a raspberry onto Max’s belly. Max made a very high pitched squeal at this and writhed as if his life depended on it, his laughter grew silent which indicated David to let up. Max breathed heavily on the floor, exhausted from all that laughing but deep down he loved every second of it. He would never admit it though, a few giggles escaped his lips as he felt ghostly fingers linger over his upper body. “*hic* Never mention this *hic* to anyone *hic*” The young boy said with a few hiccups, “Ok Max.” David said with a warm smile, “I fucking *hic* mean it! *hic*” It was hard to take Max seriously when he had the cutest hiccup. At this David nodded and ruffled Max’s dark hair, which Max surprisingly allowed. “Why don’t you go get some rest, its getting late.” David said warmly as he got up and helped up Max as well. Max nodded at this and headed out of the cabin with a good mood on his mind, “maybe camp isn’t so bad” he thought while walking back to the Mess Hall wearing an annoyed look on his face to hide his internal happiness.

OMG! I AM DEAD! THIS WAS TOO ADORABLE! i PHYSICALLY SMILED!