i need to be teased and mocked and babied and cooed at and made fun of and picked on and
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@feirinn
i need to be teased and mocked and babied and cooed at and made fun of and picked on and
Asking for tickles ❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️
Provoking a ler for tickles ✅️✅️✅️✅️✅️✅️
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Just a heads up, I'm using replacement names🖐️ Eve = Fei (me) Tiff = wife ❤️
The auditorium was too loud.
Too bright.
Too full of people Eve didn’t care about.
Teachers were smiling too hard, parents were crying too hard, classmates were hugging each other like the world was ending instead of beginning. The air smelled like flowers, sweat, cheap perfume, and the fog machine the school had apparently decided was necessary for graduation.
Eve sat in her folding chair near the front row, tassel crooked over one eye, fingers drumming anxiously against her gown.
Her leg bounced.
Bounce bounce bounce bounce—
“Eve” a teacher hissed quietly from beside the stage. “You’re next.”
“I know,” she muttered.
But her mind wasn’t on the diploma.
It wasn’t on graduation.
It definitely wasn’t on Principal Velez giving the same speech he’d given every year about “spreading your wings.”
Because Tiff wasn’t there.
Or at least… she wasn’t supposed to be.
New Jersey had held graduation earlier that morning. Eve had watched through a laggy livestream from the bathroom while pretending to “fix her makeup.” Tiff had looked gorgeous in her cap and gown, grinning so hard her cheeks hurt, waving directly at the camera because she knew Eve was watching.
Then Tiff had texted her:
Message
Tiff: Wish I could be there for yours :(
Eve: I knowwwww
Eve: this sucks >:(
Tiff: I’ll make it up to you, kitty❤️
Eve: you better 😒
Tiff: Proud of you already btw💕
Tiff: gonna cry when you walk that stage❤️
Eve: if u cry i’m disowning u
Tiff: liar. u love me too much🤗
Eve had smiled so hard her face hurt.
But now?
Now she just felt hollow.
Because she wanted Tiff here.
Wanted her loud laugh in the crowd.
Wanted her screaming embarrassingly loud.
Wanted her arms wrapping around her after the ceremony.
Instead, Tiff was two states away.
So Eve swallowed the ache down and stood when her row was called.
One step.
Then another.
The heels she’d stubbornly chosen clicked against the polished floor.
The crowd clapped politely as students crossed the stage one by one.
Eve barely heard any of it.
“Eve Ro’meave-Gomez!”
The applause grew louder.
Eve stepped forward automatically.
Smile.
Shake hands.
Take diploma.
Smile for camera.
Easy.
Her hazel eyes scanned the crowd anyway, hopelessly searching even though she knew—
“EVE!”
Her entire body froze.
That voice.
Warm.
Familiar.
Her head snapped toward the back of the auditorium so fast her tassel whipped across her face.
And there—
Standing near the entrance doors—
Was Tiff.
Cap gone.
Curly hair messy from the drive.
Breathing hard like she’d sprinted inside.
Still wearing part of her graduation outfit beneath a leather jacket.
And smiling.
Smiling like Eve was the only thing in the room.
“TIFF?!”
The entire auditorium erupted.
Some people laughed.
Someone wolf-whistled.
Eve didn’t care.
Didn’t care about the principal calling after her.
Didn’t care about the diploma nearly slipping from her hand.
She ran.
Straight off the stage.
Nearly tripping over her gown.
Actually kicking off one heel halfway there.
People shouted as she shoved past rows of chairs.
“EVE—”
But then Tiff opened her arms.
And Eve launched herself directly into them.
Tiff caught her effortlessly with a loud laugh, stumbling back a step as Eve wrapped around her like a clingy cat.
“Oh my GOD, you came—”
“Course I came,” Tiff breathed.
And then Eve kissed her.
Hard.
Immediate.
Completely uncaring about the hundreds of people around them.
The crowd lost their minds.
Cheers exploded through the auditorium.
Someone screamed, “GET ITTTT!”
Eve kissed her anyway.
Hands tangled in Tiff’s curls.
Tiff smiling into the kiss before kissing her back even deeper, one hand under Eve’s thighs to keep her lifted against her.
Eve felt dizzy.
Warm.
Happy in that overwhelming, chest-aching way that made her want to cry and laugh at the same time.
When they finally pulled apart, Eve’s face was completely red.
“You drove all the way here?” she whispered.
Tiff grinned. “Three hours.”
“You idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
Eve made a strangled emotional noise and buried her face in Tiff’s neck immediately.
“Aww,” Tiff teased softly, rubbing her back. “Did my pretty kitty miss me~?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Because I’m emotional, dumbass.”
“Language,” a teacher called weakly from nearby.
Eve flipped them off blindly without looking.
Tiff nearly choked trying not to laugh too hard.
“C’mon,” she murmured softly against Eve's hair. “Go finish graduating, pretty girl.”
“Nuh uh.”
“You literally have to-.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Eve.”
“Carry me out of here.”
“Oh, I absolutely could.”
Eve peeked up at her immediately. “Promise?”
Tiff smirked.
And five minutes later, after Eve officially got yelled at and THEN officially graduated, Tiff absolutely carried her out bridal style while Eve clung to her like a koala.
—
That night, New York felt soft.
Warm summer air drifted through the backyard while fairy lights glowed across the fence.
Music played faintly from inside the house where both the Gomez and Ro’meave families were still celebrating loudly.
Jose and Garroth were arguing over grilling techniques.
Lizzy had already cried three separate times.
Ruby kept taking pictures.
Zianna kept calling Eve “her graduate.”
Eve loved them.
But eventually she escaped.
And somehow Tiff always knew where she went.
The grass was cool beneath them as they laid side-by-side in the backyard, tucked beneath an old blanket Tiff had dragged outside.
The stars above New York weren’t super visible.
But tonight, they looked beautiful anyway.
Eve rested on Tiff’s chest, listening to her heartbeat.
Slow.
Steady.
Safe.
Tiff’s fingers lazily combed through Eve’s brown hair.
“You tackled me in front of your entire school,” Tiff said eventually.
“You deserved it.”
“I think one of the teachers was recording.”
“Good.”
Tiff snorted.
Eve tilted her head up slightly. “You really drove all the way here just for ten minutes?”
“Not just ten minutes.”
“You know what I mean.”
Tiff looked down at her softly.
“You graduating mattered.”
That simple.
That honest.
Eve felt her throat tighten instantly.
“Oh.”
“And,” Tiff added teasingly, “I wanted my dramatic movie moment.”
Eve laughed quietly.
“You are SUCH a loser.”
“Mmhm.”
“But you’re my loser.”
“There she is.”
Eve rolled her eyes fondly before settling closer again.
For a while they just stayed there listening to distant laughter from inside the house.
The wind rustled through the trees.
A car horn sounded somewhere far away.
Tiff traced shapes against Eve's arm absentmindedly.
Then quietly—
“You scared me today.”
Eve blinked. “What?”
“The way you screamed and ran at me?” Tiff laughed softly. “Thought you were gonna knock us both over.”
“I probably could’ve.”
“You absolutely could’ve.”
Eve smiled sleepily.
Then after a pause—
“I missed you.”
Tiff’s hand stilled.
“I know, kitty.”
“No, like…” Eve swallowed. “Really missed you.”
The distance sucked sometimes.
New Jersey and New York weren’t impossibly far, but they weren’t close enough either.
Schedules got busy.
Life got busy.
And now graduation meant things were changing even more.
College.
Adulthood.
New beginnings.
It scared her more than she liked admitting.
“I don’t wanna grow up,” Eve whispered.
Tiff looked down immediately.
The vulnerability in Eve’s voice was rare.
Soft.
Honest.
Tiff gently brushed her thumb across ’s cheek.
“You know growing up doesn’t mean losing everything, right?”
Eve stared at the stars quietly.
“What if it does?”
“It won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know I love you.”
That made Eve’s eyes sting instantly.
Tiff continued softly, “And I know I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Eve buried her face against her again.
“You better not.”
“Never.”
Tiff pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Then another.
Then another just because she could.
Eve made a soft, content little noise.
“Tired?” Tiff murmured.
“Mhm.”
“Big day.”
“Worst day ever.”
“You literally graduated.”
“And?”
“And you tackled your girlfriend in front of hundreds of people.”
“That part was good.”
Tiff laughed quietly.
Eve tilted her head up again, studying her face in the dim glow from the backyard lights.
God.
She loved this girl.
Loved the softness in her eyes.
Loved the warmth in her smile.
Loved how safe she always felt around her.
“You looked really pretty today,” Eve whispered.
“So did you.”
“I know.”
Tiff barked out a laugh.
“There’s the ego.”
Eve grinned sleepily.
Then after a second—
“Hey Tiff?”
“Hm?”
“If I asked you to dance with me right now, would you?”
“In a backyard at midnight?”
“Yes.”
“In sweatpants?”
“Yes.”
“With no music?”
“Yes.”
Tiff smiled softly.
“Obviously.”
So they stood.
Barefoot in the grass.
Hands intertwined.
And under the stars, with muffled laughter spilling from the house and graduation gowns abandoned nearby—
They danced slowly together in the backyard.
Like nothing else in the world mattered.
HAAAAII
soo, she said yes ❤️, now I'ma do it, but I'ma need a sec
RAAAAAAHH
HEY GUYS, so, I have a question, I made this fic right, about me and my wife when we graduate (not till next year but still 🖐️) and I wanna share it with you all, because I think it's absolutely adorable, my wife thinks so as well, but I wanna ask before I EVEN DARE POST IT, also wanted to ask you guys as well, the thing about it is I put fictional characters in as my family members (the Ro'meaves) Soo, I felt a bit weird, ANYWHO, please tell me your thoughts and opinions!!
Thank you all! And have a wonderful day! :)
Random fun fact if you use your elbow to massage circles into the middle / slightly lower back it tkls Really bad . genuinely for me it might be the best worst tactic nd get the wildest reactions . idk if its the tactic or my back is just really bad but I never laugh harder I swear ..... 👀
.... what ? No this isn't a sign that u should try this on me what are u talking about 👀
🦈 nsfw dni I'm a minor
RAAAAHH
guys help, I legit just DIED when my girlfriend called me her wife❤️🥲 I LOVE HER SO MUCH GUYS PLEASE 🙏😔
HELP
GUYS I CAN'T OPEN THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY MOUTH, I THINK I DISLOCATED MY JAW🥲🥲🥲
me when i go out
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Computer, How do you ask for playful tickles, without actually asking and doing the first move.
…Computer do you hear me??
"alright, no more thinking for you" and then pins you down and wrecks you with so much care and love
PLEASE I NEED THIS
Hehehehheeeeeh imagine you’re refusing to get up like from sleep and then being like tickled into getting up, HHH ID DIE
I love when i annoy someone or smthn and they threaten me with tkls
Like dude
Please do
Who up reading the tickle wiki page !!!!!!!!!!!!
I need all of this, right now🖐️😔
lord sometimes i realize i use tickling as a form of comfort
being tickled by someone who wants to tickle me. who wants to hear me laugh, watch me wiggle around and have fun, wants to see me smile. wants to see me be happy, wants me.
tkls feel like being loved so well. a sign that someone wants you, aggressively wants you even, to the point where they've got their hands on your most sensitive and vulnerable spots and doing whatever they can to elicit the most raw and unfiltered sound they can out of you- true laughter. when they coo teases and praises in your ear just to hear you giggle uncontrollably in embarrassment and fluster. when you squirm a little too hard and they pull you back in even tighter, asking "where do you think you're going?" they're not done with you yet. they're not done loving you yet. you need to feel free and adored for just a little longer.
or a lot longer.
god, i need to be tickled by someone who loves me.
"your laughter is adorable!" "you have such a cute giggle!" "there's that laugh..."
FFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHKKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUU
help🥲😔
guys, I have a problem,😔 I want affectionate and attention so so bad, like, I wanna be called pet names, I wanna be praised (in a NON DIRTY WAY) I especially want TKLS