i go by kit or kitkat, they/them/he/him, 20s, #tenpmoats
note: i don't mind gendered terms like "dude/bro" or memes like "yas queen/go piss girl/god forbid women do anything" just don't use she/her pronouns for me, that's all!
i don't have a writing schedule. if i feel inspired, i write :)
masterlist is always updated right after i post a fic
i will not write nsfw ever - i might do some suggestive dialogue at most, but this blog is strictly sfw
i will not rp or discuss tickling in a sexual capacity
feel free to send asks! i'm always up for a chat :) headcanons and fic suggestions welcome, but i don't promise that it'll always get written (i've never worked on fic requests before, so unsure how to do it)
MASTERLIST (can also be found under the tag kitkatmasterlist) (my ao3)
WIPS (no specific schedule)
murdock - reader sees a video of ppl having a tickle fight and gets in a bit of a lee mood, but is hesitant about asking matt to tickle them
clark kent - reader gets a minor injury (maybe steps wrong and turns their ankle but doesnât sprain it) and clark freaks out. to prove to him that theyâre okay reader starts a tickle fight
jake pt3 - (quoting directly from my notes) the little shit took to the internet to learn more about tickling. asks reader all about it.
dean - reader and dean have to take a flight. since dean is scared of flying, reader makes sure to distract him with some discreet tickling
grace version - reader who gets anxious about being loud
grace - weaving in a fake dating au. smth about the readerâs ex never taking the time to even learn about their enjoyment of tickling, and character takes it on to do it for reader.
reid - evil ler reid truther đ
reid - drunken confessions
undecided character - reader is really cold and cannot warm up. gets, in fact, warmed up by being tickled
also fun fact when i was writing the sam dean tickle scene for my last fic i had to copy it (bc i had sync issues w my browser) and then i very nearly sent it to my friend on discord by accident lmao bc i tried to copy smth else into the chat
are you surprised Ryland is winning again? Iâm not lol
not in the slightest lmaooo!!!! as i was making the poll i thought to myself "might as well just start writing the grace fic right away - im sure i know what the people want"
Summary: Never accept Randyâs stupid bets, the consequences are not worth the money. (unless youâre part of the community this fic is aimed at ;])
A/N: RAAHHH ITS DONE AT LAST đȘđȘ itâs like midnight for me rn and i start school again today but I got a burst of writing motivation and didnât wanna waste it đ«Ą I know I say this almost every time I release a fic, but I am so sorry this took so long for me to finish đđ Iâve been super caught up with personal stuff, and slumped motivation over all :â( But yeah now itâs done and I hope you guys like it <33
WARNINGS: Canon typical language, tickles, Billy and Stu being teasy jerks
âNo way!â
âCâmon, itâll be funny!â
âIâm not doing it!â
Randy could not be serious. During a small hangout round your house with your friends Randy Meeks, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, Stu and Billy had ended up falling asleep while watching a horror movie.
You werenât exactly surprised, you guys could only watch Jamie Lee Curtis screaming in fear so many times before getting bored of it.
But then Randy had dared you to draw on their faces while they slept. Was he out of his mind or something??
âDo you want them to kill me?!â You whispered, being careful not to wake the two while crossing your arms.
âWhat if I pay you?â Randy whispered back with a grin.
âPfft, there is nothing you could give me to get me to mess with those two.â
âTwelve bucks?â
âŠ
âFine.â
âââââââââ
God, you were gonna regret this. Randy had even had the audacity to abandon you because he âleft his wallet at homeâ. But you made him empty his pockets enough to be able to believe him. And he had his parentsâs car, so he should be back before long.
With a deep breath, you very carefully and quietly snuck towards your snoozing friends, a ballpoint pen clutched in your hand (there was no chance you were using a Sharpie, you knew youâd be six feet under before you knew it).
Once close enough, you hesitated.
You were positive theyâd kill you for this.
You decided to draw on Stu first. You did not wanna have to deal with Billy being the only one with pen on his face if you unintentionally woke the two up before you could finish drawing.
Going with a classic, you very carefully drew a moustache on Stuâs upper lip. Once finished with that, you leant away, checking if the two were waking up.
ââŠFuck.â You whispered to yourself. You were getting incredibly paranoid, so you decided to just hurry up and get it over with.
âââââââââ
The longer the duo didnât react, the more confident you seemed to get. Along with the moustache, Stu had a bunch of smiley faces and⊠inappropriate body parts usually seen on a male drawn on his face. Same went for Billy, except instead of a moustache, you simply wrote âdipshitâ on his forehead.
Now, unsure what to do, you scarpered out of the room, giving the door a firm bang with your hand to wake the two up. You then headed about halfway up your stairs, crouching down on the steps; from there, you could peak through the banisters and see what was going on in the living room.
Your two friends seemed to stir awake, stretching and yawning. Stu was the first to speak.
âHey, where the hell is-â
Then, upon the sight of Billyâs face, he burst into laughter.
âWhat..?â Billy grumbled tiredly, sitting up on the couch. Once his vision adjusted, he gave Stu a look of confusion.
âThe fuck happened to your face?â
âHuh?â
The two got up from the couch, looking in the nearest mirror. While Stu was quite amused at the handiwork that had been done, Billy was pissed.
âWho the hell has done this?! Randy? Y/N! Get the fuck out here now!â The brunette yelled, stomping and scanning through the living room. You couldnât help but snicker at the sight. Sure, Billy could be terrifying, but right now this was just downright hilarious.
But, you were too distracted by Billyâs tantrum to notice Stu had noticed you.
âAh, there they are!â
Billy turned sharply, and before you knew it, two pairs of vengeful eyes were on you.
âOh, fuck-!â
You attempted to scramble up the stairs, but out of all the times your socks had to pull that stupid âslipping on the rug of the stairsâ crap, it had to be now. Why did shoes have to be banned inside your damn house??
âYou get over here right now, you little shit!â With a swift skid, you didnât move a single step up the stairs. And before you knew it, a hand had grabbed your ankle, preventing you from getting away.
âGotcha!â Stu chuckled, giving you a playful but menacing smile. You swore you felt your heart drop.
âAh, what do we have here?â Billy purred, an eerie grin on his face as he stared you down, hands on his hips. Upon noticing the pen in your pocket, his eyebrows raised and his lips pressed into a thin line. âThis shit your doing, huh?â The brunette questioned, gesturing to the scribbles on his and Stuâs faces.
âAnd whereâs your little accomplice, hm?â Stu asked, his tone equally mischievous but intimidating.
âHe- Heâs not here!â You babbled, already willing to spill nothing but the truth. âHe bet me twelve bucks I wouldnât do it, but the dumbass left his wallet at home, and-!â
You were cut off by the twoâs brief laughter. They did believe you, though. Randy taking off like that was definitely something heâd do.
âAnd you really took the offer?â Billy asked.
âReally thought you were smarter than that. Guess not.â Before you knew it, Stu had grabbed your other ankle and started dragging you down the stairs. Slow enough so that you wouldnât thump painfully atop each step, but quick enough to put a little scare in you.
âHey! Stu, what the hell?! I know how to walk!â
âYeah, but youâre not just gonna willingly follow us to your punishment. Now, are ya?â
You held your tongue, Stu wasnât wrong. But once the word âpunishmentâ registered in your brain, you started panicking.
âWait, what?! Come on, itâs just a few scribbles, theyâll wash off!â You rambled on again as you kept getting dragged into the living room.
âIâm guessing youâve never heard the saying âNo bad deed goes unpunishedâ?â Billy asked, that sneer on his face almost making your blood run cold.
âIâŠâ You couldnât stop a small and nervous giggle cutting yourself off. âIâm pretty sure the sayingâs âgood deedâ, not âbad deedâ-!â
âOh? Still being a smart ass, huh?â The brunette growled playfully.
Shit. You had to just stop talking.
âI think itâs about time this little douchebag was taught a lesson!â Stu declared, lifting your legs onto the couch while Billy lifted the upper half of your body. The two were surprisingly strong, so all your squirming and kicking was to no avail.
âGuhuys Iâm sorry!â
âOh, itâs way too late for that now.â Billy crooned, pinning your arms under his legs, the back of your head placed upon his lap. It was here you realised what the two were up to, and your heart skipped who knows how many beats as your face flushed red.
âWoah, wait, hold on-! What are you doing-?â
âWhatâs it look like weâre doing? Weâre getting you back!â The taller of the two devils sang, wrapping an arm around your calves.
âThatâs right. You think drawing on us is funny? Weâll give you something to really laugh about.â
The duo shared an evil look before wasting no time. Stu began squeezing at that delicate area above your knees with his free hand, while Billy used both to dig into your exposed armpits.
The sudden attack practically made you shriek before you burst into hysterics. With Billyâs weight on your arms and Stuâs arm wrapped around your legs, any attempts to squirm yourself free were rendered completely useless.
âOhoh shiHIHIT! GUHUYS NAHAHAT THIS-!â
Now you were positive you were screwed. Billy and Stu were ruthless ticklers in your friend group individually, but when the two teamed up? May as well be digging an early grave if that was the case.
âAww, already giggling your ass off? Looks like someone didnât last a single second!â Stu giggled, moving his hand to spider under your knees, making you squeak.
âOh?â Billy hummed, briefly pausing his tickling to give you an amused smirk at the noise you made. âLooks like you found a good spot there, Stu.â
âNoho, he dihiHIDâNT-!â You let out another small squeak as Stu went right back to tickling at the sweet spot.
âDâawww, is someone tickwish in their wittle knee pits?â Stu teased, knowing talking to you like he would a baby really got you flushed.
âNahaho! F-Fuhuhuck you!â You giggled, blurting out insults in an attempt to look tough.
It really wasnât working.
âWow, such a big attitude for such a little jackass.â Billy growled playfully, his fingers going right back to clawing mercilessly under your arms, making you shriek again.
âWAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT-! SHIHIHIT IHI DIDNâT MEHEHEAN IT!â You squealed, laughing up a storm.
âYou sure you arenât just saying that so we donât tickle you? You donât like the tkltkltkl tickles?â Stu snickered, now squeezing up and down your thighs.
âCâmon, of course they do. Why else would they have gone through with that stupid bet? Surely they mustâve expected this as a possible outcome.â Billy purred, sneering down at you. While a bit of a creepy sight to behold, it was also flustering. But it was also hard to take him seriously with all those doodles still on his face.
This was so not fair! They could not just⊠out you like that! I mean, no one was there to hear it, but still!
âGUHUHUYS!â
âOh yeah, thatâs right!â Stu giggled, speaking as if he and Billy werenât actively reducing you to a screeching mess of laughter.
God, they were cruel! They always were. You were positive recalling a time the pair tickled Randy to tears once, and you were convinced you were headed for the same fate.
âPLEHEHEASE!â
âOh, the wittle Y/N is alweady begging? Poor baby.â Stu cooed with a stupid pout.
âBegging for what, though? For us to stop? For us to keep going? For us to never stop? The lineâs a little blurry.â Billy hummed, still smiling menacingly.
Stu snickered again, his hands moving up to your hips to drill into the sensitive area.
Great, now wheezes were already starting to interject with your cackling. As if your flushed face and squeaking wasnât enough to amuse your attackers.
However, you hadnât realised that all your squirming had caused that pen you used to slip out your pocket, catching the duoâs eyes.
âOoh, what do we got here?â The taller teen announced, picking up the pen and jokingly inspecting it.
âIs that what you used to do this shit to us?â Billy asked, feigning ignorance.
âIhihiâŠâ You tittered, taking the opportunity to catch your breath after that attack. âNoho?â
ââNoâ, my ass.â Billy chuckled, he and Stu sharing a mischievous glance.
âMaybe itâs time you got a taste of your own medicine, huh?â Stu questioned, moving the pan back and forth between his pointer and middle finger.
You relaxed slightly at the thought of being drawn on instead of being tickled⊠but when you saw Stu slowly lifting the hem of your shirt to expose your stomach, you panicked.
âStu?! Wha- Wait, donât you fucking dare! Iâll get Tatum on your ass, I swear-!â
Unfortunately, no amount of threatening babbles could stop that asshole from bringing that pen down to your belly, gliding the tip around your exposed skin in silly shapes and squiggles.
That somehow felt worse than simply having fingers digging in and scribbling at your sensitive flesh, and it wasnât long before you went right back to laughing your ass off.
âNAHAHO, STU!! NAHAT THERE, DO MY FAHAHAHACE!â You squealed, but it all fell upon deaf ears.
âNah, this is so much better! Look at how red and blushy it makes ya!â Stu teased, grinning at you like a madman as he kept running that pen around your stomach.
âYOU DIHIHICKS!â You spat, doing your best to thrash and tug at your arms, but a brief squeeze to the side of your ribs made you shriek and cease your useless movements.
âWatch it.â Billy threatened, before his eyes seemed to light up. âHey, Stu. Take my place for a sec.â
Stu happily obliged, switching positions just quickly enough so you had no time escape. Not that youâd have been able to anyway, this whole ordeal had you exhausted.
âCanât have this squirmy little canvas all to yourself now, can you?â
âI guess notâŠâ The taller teen sighed dramatically before he sat just above your head, pinning both your wrists with one hand while Billy straddled your waist, pen in hand.
âGuhuhys, come on! I sahaid I was sohorry!â You whined, briefly gulping back air between your residual giggles.
âBut you know what you havenât said yet? âStopâ.â Stu chirped, looming over you with you that goofy but sinister smirk still on his face.
âBecahause Iâve been laughing too muhuch!â You protested.
âExcuses, excuses.â Stu tutted, shaking his head playfully.
âAnyway, this isnât over. Not by a long shot.â The brunette declared, slowly lowering that pen.
âOkahay Billy, wahahait! Hold on, wait, wAHAHAIT-!â
âââââââââ
Iâm in my room. You better have my goddamn money.
Randy let out a nervous sigh as he flipped his phone shut at that message youâd sent as he pulled up to your house. Not only were you gonna be pissed off he took so long, what were Billy and Stu gonna do when they found out he was the one bet you to draw on them?
The horror geek sighed again as he opened your door carefully, peeking his head through.
Huh. No sign of Billy or Stu.
He shut the door behind him, heading up the stairs to your room.
Once he opened your door, he called out.
âY/N? You in here?â
âIâm in my bathroom!â You replied.
Randy quickly headed to your en suite, opening the door to see you, rubbing your face with water.
âHey. So, what did-â
When you looked up, it was hard for Randy to keep in his laughter. Similar to what youâd drawn, you also had little dicks doodled all over your face, along with smiley faces and just random scribbles.
âDonât you dare laugh.â You gave Randy a threatening point, which only made more giggles slip out.
While slightly faded due to your washing, Randy could make out the word âTicklishâ written on your forehead, along with the words âlittleâ and âshitâ written on each cheek.
âHoly shit, they got you?â
âOf course they did, what else? Now, whereâs my money?â You held out your hand in an expecting manner. It was hard for the younger teen to tell if that red on your face was because of the warm water youâd been splashing on your face, or if it was the blood actively rushing to your face.
âAlright, Dandy Dan.â Randy chuckled, reaching into his pocket. âSorry I took so long, my mom ended up lecturing me on how I shouldnât leave my wallet at home, and-â
Randy cut himself off by noticing how when you lifted the bottom of your shirt up to wipe your damp face, you had an arm around your stomach, as if hiding it.
âIs there something on your stomach?â
âWhat-?â
You glanced down before instantly pushing your shirt back down.
ââŠNo.â
âYes, there is.â
âNo, there isnât!â
âShow me!â
âThereâs nothing there!â
âShow, or you ainât getting your money.â The horror nerd smirked.
âRandy, donât be an ass-!â You attempted to snatch the money, but Randy kept it at bay with a chuckle.
With an annoyed sigh, you grabbed the hem of your shirt.
âYou are so dead for this.â
You then lifted your shirt, to reveal all those silly shapes and squiggles Stu had drawn, followed by scrawls and scribbles, which mustâve been Billyâs doing.
âNo way!â Randy laughed, handing you the twelve bucks, which you happily grabbed and stuffed in your pocket. âWhatâre you doing in your en suite anyway?â
âStu and Billy kept hogging the kitchen sink trying to wash their faces, so I had no choice but to come up here.â
âHuh, thatâs weird. I didnât see them coming in here.â
âHm. Wouldnât be surprised if they just bailed.â You shrugged. âAnyway, could you just grab a new shirt from my closet for me? I canât wear this, itâs soaked.â You gestured to your current shirt, which was, in fact, soaked.
âSure. Anything for making you accept that bet.â Randy joked, heading to your closet.
You chuckled, going back to trying to get that pen off your face and stomach.
Until you suddenly heard a scream followed by a *THUD* on your bedroom floor.
You opened your en suite door, chuckling again at the sight of Randy on the floor, being pinned by none other than Billy and Stu, who had jumped out of your closet.
âNice one, guhuys!â
âWhat the hell?! Were you two hiding in there?â Randy was already blushing; he knew exactly what was coming.
âSure were. Just like you were hiding from the consequences of you suggesting that little bet of yours.â Stu grinned.
The horror buff gave you a glance that was confused and betrayed, but you couldnât help but giggle.
âOkay, I may or may not have let it slip that it was you who came up with the bet, so⊠they agreed to cut their tickle drawings short if I helped them get you back.â
âWHAT?!â
âYou heard them. If you thought you were getting out of this with no payback, youâre dead fucking wrong.â Billy crooned evilly.
âIâll be with you guys in a sec, I gotta finish getting this shit off me.â You shot the duo a playful glare before waving to Randy. âHave fun!â
âY/N, wait! Donât even think about leaving me with-!â
Randyâs protests were cut short by you shutting the bathroom door again, chuckling again as squeals of laughter rung out from the other side.
As you went back to trying to get the pen off your skin, you couldnât help but think about what Billy had said.
Yeah, you did kind of guess youâd end up getting wrecked with tickles for drawing on them.
Being me is like: "Wow! I wish I could get a free bag of Dean Winchester silly headcanons..." then realizing I have free will soâŠ!
Here's my tickle headcanons for Dean, served hot and fresh!
Strictly sfw, please keep that in mind!! W1ncest, please dni!! And written platonically because I quite wanted to :)
Headcanons under the cut!!
30% Lee, 70% Ler! He's a Ler!
Lee:
- Congratulations! You are officially one of the lucky few who have tickled Dean Winchester and have lived to tell the tale/SILLY
- Worst spots are tummy, round the shoulders, and that little crease right before you actually hit the armpit.
- Not like you'll make good use of them, though! Dean Winchester doesn't GET tickled (his words, not mine!) He's just too cool for that (still his words!)
- But if there was a world where he WASN'T too cool for that and WAS going to get got, then it would start up a little something like this...
- Raise your hands a little at him? Ohoho, you're just bluffing! Trying to be funny!
- "Oh... I wouldn't do that if I were you, sweetheart."
- "Awh... You're funny! Don't hurt yourself now, big guy!"
- "Look Sammy! They're trying to be serious! Ahaharen't they cute?"
- If you actually try to go in for the tickles? I'll give Dean credit where credit is due, he doesn't take it laying down! He'll try and turn it back on you every step of the way! Guess he really is a ler at heart...đ€·đœââïžđ€·đœââïžđ€·đœââïž
- But not for long, apparently! Once you actually start getting one of those tickle spots, Dean doesn't know what to do with himself!
- No... really.
- Dean doesn't get tickled often, even growing up, those memories were rare. He gave out tickles to Sam like candy, but never remembers getting them back. When he boasts about how not ticklish he is, a part of him believes it, like he had long since grown out of being able to feel it.
- But nope! Dean Winchester still gets to have silly fun tickle time because I say so!
- It just takes him a moment to register, so he just stands there for a moment before the shock wave hits him.
- And once it does, the first thing he's thinking is... "DON'T LAUGH! DON'T LAUGH! DON'T LAUGHHH!!"
- Dean doesn't wanna appear all bark and no bite! How silly is he gonna look if he talks about not being ticklish and being too cool for tickles, and then immediately breaks when met with the action?!
- Like how he does everything, Dean goes down through tickles fighting!
- "MMMH- Heh! That doesn't wohork on me!"
- "Juhust you WAIT till I get bahack- UP!"
- "IHIHI'M NOHOHOT EHEHEVEN TIHIHICKLISH!"
- Yeah, sure you aren't Dean đ/SILLY
- Dean can keep this charade up for a fair bit of time and hold back most of his laughter!
- But then... you hit the gold mine.
- Call him sweet. Say you like his laugh. Tell him you notice the blush coating his ears and neck and that his nose looks cute scrunched up.
- Dean can take a compliment any other time, EXCEPT tickle time!
- He'll start telling you to shut your pie-hole and that he's a grown man and will beat you up and yada yada but once you start piling on the compliments, he's as good as gone.
- He's just a mix between wheezy, high pitched giggles and barking laughs rolling around on the floor.
- When Dean's all done, he slaps his hand on the floor, jumps up, and refuses to look in your general direction.
- He will still be bright red and have the nerve to say: "I'll let you have that one, but next time? I won't let you off that easy, you hear?!" (He says this while accepting your post-tkls hug đ đ)
- Well, I say he has some nerve... but he ain't wrong. He won't let you stay a winner for long because he's a damn...
Ler:
- Sorry to any and all Supernatural forces, there's a new guy and town. His name is Dean Winchester, and he's the scariest creature of them all! A Tickle Monster of the highest order! *insert evil laughter*/SILLY
- Might I remind you guys that this man is an elder brother and something akin to a father?? That AUTOMICALLY gets him an extra 10 points. Tack on how much he genuinely loves screwing around and playfully messing with ya, he was pronounced a winner before the game even started!
- You can spot a ler mood on Dean because somehow, he's being an even more cocky, teasy, JERK then usual.
- It is recommended by ALL people who know Dean not to test him during these times, but everyone breaks that rule because messing with Dean is glorious! (And the tickles that follow are kinda fun too...)
- Just know once you hear one of these one-liners, you're COOKED/SILLY:
- "And that would be strike three!"
- "Ohohoho! Just where are you running off to!?"
- "I'm gonna give you a five second head start! You've already lost two! 3...2...1..."
- And that last one is important because Dean Winchester adores a classic tickle monster chase!
- With finger wiggling and him calling "I'm gonna getcha!" The whole time!
- And once he catches you, he's totally scooping you up under the arms and spinning you around once or twice, just cuz it makes both of you laugh even harder!
- Then he puts you down somewhere soft with his fingers wiggling right above you. He asks "You ready?" If you agree, he asks one more time just to be safe, then the tickles are ON!
- Dean is more of a rough and wrestly tickles kind of guy, never ever enough to hurt of course! Just enough to be silly and playful.
- But he is totally not opposed to gentler, softer tickles if you're not in the mood for playfighting or simply just prefer that!
- Besides, Dean really finds the fun in what he's saying!
- Same guy who hates it when people point out him being tickly by the way đ/SILLY
- Also likes quick, one-off tickles!
- Quick pokes to the side to get you to pay attention when Sam's talking about lore or gentle digs into your shoulders to mess with you as he passes by!
- And of course we can't forget after the fact!
- Always helps you up and makes sure you feel okay and he didn't go too far. He wants you to know your limits are important and he feels the same way!
- WILL be offering to get some grub for you will a dumb little hair ruffle, a side hug, and a smile! Only for allll the shenanigans to continue the very next day!!
- What can I say? It's the Winchester way!
Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed my silly headcanons! Have a nice day/night! Drink something and eat something!! đ«¶đœđ
like sometimes you do just have to watch supernatural. is the thing. you forget what itâs like and then you watch supernatural and you go oh yeah right i get it. not everything feels like something else or whatever
OH MY GODDD letâs hear ur thoughts on the drunk confessions. iâd die
apparently i managed to open up my laptop and take some notes but the problem is that my spelling ability goes down the drain when im drunk so trying to decipher this is hilarious
just to give an example of what im working with lmao
ANYWAY drunk reader confession to reid letsgo!
so yeah like in the screenshot, reader having more courage to maybe like actually say they like tickling. maybe it's been on their mind for a while, and they've wanted to tell reid, but just lacked that final push needed to go for it. in any case, actually saying something about it and reid just takes it in stride.
i feel like he might maybe ask one or two little questions like "what do you like about it?" or maybe even "which spots feel the best?" but won't want to take advantage of you in your inebriated state
which is why he'd end the conversation with a firm "tell me again when you're sober"
and he WILL bring it up. thought you could act like nothing happened or that you got too drunk to remember? yeah no. sorry.
and even if he had been drunk himself,.........eidetic memory and all so. yeahhhhh. no luck.
he'd be like "let's talk about last night" and you can try acting coy or whatever like huh? idk what u mean, and he just purses his lips against a smile, eyes squinting like "you're such a liar" but there's no accusation behind it like he thinks it sssoooo funny (and cute but sshhh)
yeah, he'd make you have a conversation with him, like, sorry. but he's gonna give you space to freak out internally (or outward) and won't point out how much you're blushing (this time)
lol this thought just came to me now as im typing - it would be funny if he was like "yeah, i wanna do this for you. its cute, its silly. lets do it" and you'd be like "wh- now???" and he shrugs like "we can schedule a time, if you want" lmaoo
and then yall shake on it like "okay, tomorrow 8pm" like its a business meeting - but actually it was spencer trying to ease the tension and anxiety from you and it WORKED
