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â± Û« Ś â§. i love yapping about stuff! tickle stuff, ship stuff, hc stuff, whatever!!! my inbox is always open for prompts, requests, dosent matter!!! asks are always welcome!!
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đ supernatural
đ criminal minds
đ batfam
đ heated rivalry
đ the witcher
đ marvel
đ arcane
đ prodigal son
đ the outsiders
đ red white and royal blue
đ marauders era (i do NOT support jkr!)
đ inheritance games
đ dead boy detectives
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đ maga, homophobia (iâm bisexual), transphobics, racists, ICE, ai, pro lifers, i will block donât test me!!
đ feet fetish accounts. i very rarely will acknowledge feet on this blog, itâs something that i am not fond of. please do not send any asks related to feet.
hi everyone. i come bearing bad news. iâm dropping this account.
this shouldnât come as a suprise considering how inactive iâve been but yes, i will no longer post on this account. i havenât decided if ill be deleting or not, if i do ill come back and tell you all.
if youâd like to remain friends, please dm me and iâll send you my new account that iâll be starting
This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3
This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.
This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you donât like that then donât read :)
Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.
Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.
However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.
âStay away from me, you dick!â
âCâmon Sammy, you canât seriously still be ticklish can you?â
âI said stay away!â
Samâs face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didnât know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.
âWe were in the middle of researching!â protests Sam, trying to divert Deanâs attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.
Dean merely scoffs. âNope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, Iâm simply helping you balance work and living.â
âThe work kinda is our life, Dean-â
âAnd there you go again.â Dean sighs impatiently. âCould you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.â
Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Samâs fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger manâs mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.
âStohop!â Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.
âDean, I am going to kill you,â Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.
Dean snorts. âUh-huh, sure.â
Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Deanâs awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.
âGoddamnit!â
Samâs outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. âYou gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,â he comments playfully, grabbing his little brotherâs swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Samâs yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.
âNo- no, Dean, listen- Iâll take a break, okay? Iâve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. Weâll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.â
Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.
âTempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.â
With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.
"Dean!"
"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.
"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.
Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."
Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Samâs sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.
âAaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."
Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.
"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.
Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"
"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"
"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."
While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.
"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"
"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."
Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"
"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.
Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.
"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.
"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.
Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.
Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.
Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.
"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."
"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."
Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.
"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.
He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.
"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.
"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Deanâs hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.
âChrist, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,â Sam snickers, yet he didnât shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.
Dean couldnât formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.
The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.
The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.
Bucky threw his head back and cackled through his curses as hands snuck around his ribs and squeezed with intent.
"Language, Congressman Barnes." Steve gasps in a playful scolding voice as he grins down at his lover laughing, his hands still firmly planted on Bucky's ribs.
"F-Fuhuhuck you!" Bucky trips to glare as he squirms but Steve easily folloss him across the couch. "Leheave me ahahalone!"
"I'll never leave you alone!" Steve coos, laughing along with Bucky when he growls through giggles.
"What dihid I even dohoho?!" Bucky tries to reach back and pull Steve's hands away from his torso, but can't seem to get a good grip.
"You've been doing that moody, grumpy thing again." Steve says lile that is perfect reason to do anything.
"I was reheheading!"
"Same thing."
Steve grins down at Bucky who growls again as he rolls over to grab Steve's hands. The two grapple with each other, evenly strong and able to rough house without accidentally hurting each other.
Steve grins warmly at Bucky who's wearing a rare but healthy looking pink blush across his face and a toothy smile. It was good to see Bucky so happy and able to be carefree, and even if he hadn't been that grumpy recently, it was still so enjoyable to listen to his boyish laughter.
"Stop looking at me all mushy." Bucky grumbles and Steve gives him a sheepish but playful smile.
"Can't help it." Steve shrugs and gently moves a piece of hair out of Bucky's face. His new medium length hair style was really growing on Steve.
Bucky hums and leans up, letting go if Steve's hands in favor of pulling the blonde above him into a kiss. Both of them melt into it, soft sighs and gentle touches accompanying their lips.
Bucky waits until he feels Steve fully relax before he pulls away, waiting a moment to enjoy Steve's pout before rolling them onto to floor, landing on the plush rug before Bucky swings a leg over Steve and pins both his arms easily in his metal one.
Steve gasps before dissolving into hearty cackles once Bucky's free hand finds leverage on his belly, scribbling and kneading away.
"Nohohot fair!!" Steve laughs, a blush already on his face. "That's cheheating!"
"There's no rule in a tickle fight." Bucky chuckles. "You're the one who let your guard down."
Before Steve can respond Bucky moves his hand to tease around his naval, dipping a finger into the space and watching Steve get close to hysterics.
"Your belly always was bad back in the 40's." Bucky hums fondly, grinning as Steve kicks his feet against the floor.
"B-Bucky, nohohot thehehere!!" Steve tugs uselessly at his arms, already knowing they're stuck in the (literal) steel trap that was Bucky's arm.
"Not where?" Bucky teases. "Here? Right here?" He asks in mock confusion as he wiggles his finger into Steve's bellybutton to put emphasis.
Steve cackles and nods, squirming all of no where and just succeeding in riding up his shirt.
"Well, thank you, Steve." Bucky grins as he fully lifts up his shirt. "You just couldn't resist."
"Bucky, come on." Steve whines as he catches his breath.
"Your puppy eyes aren't gonna save you this time, Rodgers." Bucky replies and Steve does his best to glare with a grin spread on his face.
"Come on, you have an-" Steve's voice is cut off with his own shriek as Bucky leans down and blows a raspberry on Steve's lower belly while his free hand digs into his exposed armpit.
"-an unfahahair advahahantage!!" He yells through laughter and tugs at his trapped arms.
"Awe," Bucky says against the skin of Steve's taught stomach. "Sucks for you."
Steve fights hard when Bucky's hand slides down to his hip, giggling in anticipation.
"I haven't done anything." Bucky laughs along with him, the vibrations shooting tingles through Steve's skin.
"But I know yohou will!"
"Oh, yes I will." A grin that Steve could only describe as evil spreads across Bucky's face. Gosh, he was so screwed (in the best possible way).
why are there literally no stucky tickle fics? all the ones iâm seeing are written with multiple other characters lee/ler reader (iâm not hating, i just donât enjoy those)
let my silly traumatized gay old men have tickle fights and comfort tickles and remember the others tickle spot after a literal century apart
can you imagine bucky trying to tickle steve post caatw because heâs used to being the big one but all of a sudden steve is pinning him down and tickling him to the inch of his life
Cheer-up tickles are genuinely some of my favorite things ever
Example
You've just finished crying, and your friend is comforting you. But you've still got that lingering sadness, that heaviness that comes after crying due to a tough situation.
They pull you into a side-hug, which starts out as just another means of comfort. You feel their fingers moving gently on your side, and you bite back a smile. But they, of course, notice.
"Oh, does that tickle?"
Their fingers are now deliberately attacking. It's so much easier to laugh after you'd had a good cry, so the giggles come tumbling out before you can stop them.
They might play dumb. "What's the matter? I'm trying to comfort you here, and you're laughing at me!"
They might point out the new smile that occupied your face. "There's the smile! I was wondering where it went."
They might even comment on your giggles. "See, now that sounds much better than you crying, wouldn't you agree?"
But by the end of it, no matter what, you're smiling and laughing, all memories of crying and the cause temporarily gone from your mind
uhh, i actually donât know? iâd say im passionate? i care about a lot of things, maybe too much sometimes. or im loud. i can be very loud in all the ways LMAO
33: What words make me feel the best about myself
oof, this is like when smosh said âwhat is a person without memories. iâm assuming this is like, words that i love people use to describe me? i love when people call me kind, sweet, nice, gentle, any variant of it. but if itâs words that i associate with myself, probably empathic? idk. iâm assuming itâs the first on but i think im pretty empathic. and that makes me feel good about myself.
i do actually! i have my first and second lobe pierced!! i definitely want to get more at some point, specially eye brows and lips, maybe more in my ear as well!
Fandom: Project Hail Mary x Iron Lung (Bloodymary)
Word Count: 2542
Lee!Grace, Ler!Simon
Summary: Grace is being a little shit and won't go to sleep, so Simon tries to make a deal using a game that Grace taught him.
AN: Originally put in a request for a fic with this premise... But I don't think it's being used, so I'm doing it myself :3
âSimon Simon Simon!â
Simon immediately looked away from the screen of the projection room, alert instantly. He scrambled to his feet, already in front of Rockyâs xenonite ball.
âWhat?? What happened??â
âCalm! Simon dramatic.â
Simon huffed softly. âWell you sounded panicked. You canât do that and expect me to not freak out a little bit.â
âDramatic,â Rocky repeated.
Simon dragged his handâhis real oneâdown his face, his words muffled slightly. âOkay, whatâs the matter?â he asked through a sigh.
âGrace being stupid. Grumpy. Angry. Mostly stupid.â
âAre you just wanting to insult him or is there a real problem here?â
âNot sleep! Stupid because no sleep! Rocky no can convince. Simon Grace mate, so Simon convince!â Rocky explained.
âIs he ever gonna learn to go to sâ Wait. Mate? Rocky, heâ Heâs not my mate.â
âMate. Simon Grace in denial.â
âIâm gonna mute your translator.â
âAgain. Dramatic. Go get Grace sleep!â
âFine. Justâ drop the mate shit, okay? Weâre just friends,â Simon tried again.Â
âDenial!â Rocky said as he scurried away.Â
Simon sighed. Itâd taken a while for Simon and Graceâs interactions to not be awkward anymore, even longer for them to actually become friends. He didnât want Rocky to ruin that with all his âmateâ talk. Itâs not like he hadnât⊠considered it before. But there were far too many risks there. If anything went wrong⊠Well, they were stuck on a small ship with a blunt alien who wouldnât make things any easier.Â
Sure, he caught Grace staring sometimes, but that was just because he was a scientist. Of course Simon was interesting to him with all his⊠mutations. And the times he sought out Simon to talk or hang out was just because they were friends, and Grace hadnât had any human contact in who-knows-how-long. The times Grace comforted and held Simon after his nightmares? That was just Grace being Grace. He wouldnât just let someone suffer without trying to comfort them.
So yeah. It was too risky to consider something that was so likely to go wrong.
He headed to the lab, where Grace was hunched over a microscope. Even with the discovery of⊠whatever it was that killed and threatened stars (Astro something?) and its predator (some kind of amoeba), they still fascinated Grace to an extreme amount. He was constantly studying it, and it was cute how invested he was.
Wait. Cute? No, not cute. Just⊠Never mind.
âRockyâs on my ass about getting you to bed. When was the last time you slept?â Simon asked, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the table.
âUh⊠It hasnât been too long,â Grace answered. He looked up from the microscope, meeting Simonâs eyes with a smile. The smile he always gave when he talked with Simon, the one he loved to see.
Simon raised a brow, giving him a look that screamed âReally?â.
Grace cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. âOkay, fine. âŠAbout three days?â
âUhâ Three days?? We went to bed at the same time the past two nights. The fuck did you do, wait till I fell asleep then snuck out?â
Grace gave his own look, one that very sheepishly said âMaybe?â.Â
Simon huffed through his nose softly, shaking his head. âAlright, câmon,â he said as he walked by Grace and grabbed his arm to pull him away.
âSi! Iâm close to another breakthrough!â Grace nearly whined.
âYou always say that.â
Grace pulled his arm out of Simonâs grip. âIâm fine, Iâm a fully grown adultââ
âOkay, then act like one and go to sleep at a decent fuckinâ time, and maybe I wouldnât have to drag your ass to bed every night.â Even as he berated him, concern laced his voice through the growl in his voice.
âSimon, really. Iâll live.â Grace sat down in his chair, taking his glasses off and hooking them onto his shirt.
âSimon says.â
Grace snickered, âSimon, thatâs not how it works.â
Ever since Grace had told Simon about the game âSimon Saysâ from back on Earth⊠Yeah, Simon abused it often. How could he not? There was a whole game centered around doing what he said!
âSimon says it is.â
âWell, Grace says it isnât. And Grace also says that he gets more time to study the Taumoeba.â
âItâs not called âGrace Saysâ. And the tow-moeba will be there in the morning.â
âTaumoeba. Iâm not going to sleep yet,â he said as he turned around in his chair.
â...Iâll make you a deal.â
That got Graceâs attention, and after a moment, he swiveled right back around. âIâm listening.â
âIâm liking this Simon Says thingââ
âReally? I never wouldâve guessed.â
âShut up. Itâs funny. So⊠Weâll keep it nice and simple. Weâll play a round. You win, Iâll let you work till you drop. You lose, and you go to bed. Deal?â
Grace raised an eyebrow. âThatâs it? Whatâs the catch?â
Simon could barely keep the smirk off of his face as he held up his hands. âNo catch. I swear.â
â...Okay. Deal.â
âPerfect.âÂ
In all honesty, this probably wasnât the best idea on Simonâs part. He knew the basic premise of the game, of course. But heâd only learned it a few days ago. He didnât know if there were specific strategies or ways to throw Grace off. Meanwhile, Grace had several years of playing this game. âŠMaybe? He didnât actually know how often people played it. Was it just children? Or was it a sport? Either way, his point still stood; Grace was much more familiar with this game than Simon was, so logically, this wasnât the best idea.
However⊠Simon was, unbeknownst to Grace, giving himself an advantage.
âSimon says⊠Stand up.â
Grace stood up, his hands in his pockets. âYouâre gonna make me humiliate myself.â It wasnât even a question.
A small smirk crept onto Simonâs face. âI never said that.â
âYou didnât not say it.â
Simon shrugged slightly. âRaise your right hand.â
Grace didnât move a muscle.
âSimon says⊠Do a handstand.â The idea was random, but he had to give Grace the illusion of this being normal.
âA handstand?? Simon, do you want me to die??â
Simon just shrugged again with a smug grin. âI mean, you can always just give up so we can go to bedâŠâ
Grace gave him a dead-pan look. But he placed his glasses on the table and stretched out his arms, hyping himself up. Simon was doing his best not to laugh, though he was truthfully ready to catch or steady Grace⊠just in case.Â
Grace raised his hands and flipped into a handstand, actually managing to stick it for a few seconds. His shirt fell down to his shoulders, and Simonâs eyes widened slightly. He forced himself to look away from any exposed skinâhe wasnât a creep. He cleared his throat, ignoring the sudden warmth on his face. But then Grace began tilting forward slightly, trying to walk on his hands to keep himself upright.
âShit!â Simon stepped forward and grabbed Graceâs legs. He chuckled as he helped get Graceâs feet back down on the ground and grabbed his arm to hoist him up. âDidnât even last four seconds.â
âShut up, that wasnât voluntary!â Grace shoved Simon paired with laughter of his own.
âWoah, Simon never said to shove!â
âThatâs not how it works!â
âFine, fine. âŠSimon says lay down.â Finally his plan was going into action.
âUh⊠weird, but okay.â Grace laid down on the ground with his hands folded over his stomach.
Simonâs laughter had faded, his smirk returning and taking over. âSimon says put your arms above your head.â
Grace seemed confused, but reluctantly followed directions.
âNow, Simon says keep âem up there.â
âThis better not be what I think it is. âŠSimon, do not!â Giggles already began spilling from Graceâs lips just from Simon taking a knee next to him.
âWhat?? I havenât even dohohohone anything!â Simon chuckled.
âYet!â
âHey, you can always just put your arms down so we can go to bed.â Simon grinned as he straddled Graceâs hips. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was damn proud of himself for this idea.
â...You suck.â
âWhat was that?â he asked, reaching out to run his nails up and down Graceâs side. He let out a squeak and tried to curl his body away without moving his arms, burying his face into his right one.
âSihihihihimon! This isnâtâ fahahahahahahair!â
âSeems pretty fair to me. You agreed to play.â
âYou sahHAHAIDâ thahahahat thehehehere WAHAHAhahsnât a cahahahahahahatch!!â
âYeah⊠I lied,â Simon said without even a hint of shame in his voice. How could he feel bad when Grace just looked so damn cute?Â
âYohohohohou SOHOHOhohon of a bihihiscuihihihihit!!â
âLanguage, Angel,â Simon chuckled, knowing damn well he was being a hypocrite.
âYouâ Yohohohohou say thehehehehe f-wohohohohordâ EHEHEHEHEVERY HOHOHOHOHOUR!â Grace squealed and arched his back as Simon buried his very bearded face into Graceâs tummy and blew a raspberry right below his belly button. Grace was holding onto his blond hair, tugging it in his attempt to keep his arms up.
âDonât rip your hair out,â Simon chuckled as he sat back up.
âDohohonâtâ act like ihihihihihitâs not yohohohohohour fault!â Grace retorted through residual giggles.
âMy fault? Youâre the one who agreed to play the game. And right now, Simon says keep your arms up. Simon also says⊠donât laugh.â
âWhat!? Siââ Grace shut his mouth immediately when Simon began drawing slow, torturous circles in the scientistâs armpits. Simon watched as Grace buried his face into the side of his arm in an attempt to muffle any giggles.
âRemember what happens if you lose,â Simon teased with a smile, laughing when Grace squealed behind closed lips because he was now tickling along the blondâs neck. He could feel Graceâs feet pounding against the ground underneath him, which did nothing in his favor.
When one hand scratched behind his ear with the other one scratching at his tummy, he finally dropped his arms and started trying to push Simon off. âOKAHAHAHAHAY oâ ohKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUHUPâ SIHIHIHIHMohohoHOHON!!â
âI dunno⊠I think I gotta make sure youâre fully tuckered out.â Simon grinned, reaching back and squeezing up and down Graceâs thighs. Grace squealed once more, grabbing onto Simonâs legs while his own thrashed and kicked.
âNope, thatâs a punishable offense. And you, Sir Savior⊠have been sentenced to more raspberries,â he said gravely, as though heâd just condemned Grace to death. He began slowly, oh-so-slowly, leaning downwards.
âNO! No no no Sihihihihihiâ we can talk ahahahahaboutâ THIHIHIHIHISAHAHAHA SIHIHIHIMOHOHOHONâ!âÂ
Simonâs face was currently buried into the side of Graceâs neck, his own face a bit hot from the proximity.Â
Câmon, Butcher, get a grip. Youâre just tickling him, get your mind out of the gutter.
If Grace had the same thoughts, he was far too preoccupied with the raspberries Simon was blowing over and over again. The side of his neck, the back of his ear, his shoulders, his collarbone, making sure to use his beard to contribute. Grace was shrieking and laughing, back arching as he held onto Simonâs shoulders.
Simon gave him a final raspberry on the inside of Graceâs collarbone before finally pulling away slightlyâthe sight made him melt. Graceâs hair and shirt were disheveled, his face red and his eyes closed as he took in air through residual giggles.Â
âYou okay, Angel?â Simon asked, his voice softer.
âYâ YeheheheahâŠâ Grace giggled, opening his eyes to look up at Simon. âŠWhich was when Simon realized he was probably a little too close. They gazed at each other in flustered shock before Simon cleared his throat and sat up fully.
âGood. Thatâsâ Good. Câmon, itâs time to get you in bed.â Simon stood up, crossing his arms as he smiled fondly down at Grace.
âNoooooâŠâ Grace rubbed his face, yawning.
Simon chuckled. âSeems like the tickling did a good job of tiring you out, huh?âÂ
âShut up.â
The brunet extended a xenonite hand to help Grace up, who took it gratefully. Simon hauled him up, and wow, did Grace look exhausted. He looked dead on his feet.
â...Alright,â Simon muttered to himself before scooping Grace up in a bridal carry.
âWoahâ!â Grace exclaimed, holding onto Simonâs shoulders. âSimon, I can walk.â
âYeah, but you looked about two seconds away from face planting, so Iâm saving you from a broken nose and a pissed off Rocky.â He stayed put for another second in case Grace actually wanted down⊠but instead of protesting, he just closed his eyes and hesitantly rested his head on Simonâs shoulder.Â
Was that⊠no, no. That blush was just residual from the tickling. It had to be. Simonâs, however? âŠWhat blush? Thereâs no blush. None.
Simon walked to the sleeping quarters, admittedly struggling a bit with getting down the ladder while holding Grace. But he could feel the blond dozing off, and heâd be damned if he made him get up.Â
After a bit of struggling (and nearly slipping a few times), Simon made it down. He laid Grace down in his bed, smiling softly and pulling the blanket over him. He gave his friend one last longing look before turning to leave. But Graceâs voice made him stop in his tracks.
âSi?â
Simon whipped around. âYeah?â
â...Can⊠you stay?â he asked, his words a bit slurred from sleepiness and his eyes only halfway open.
â...Huh?â Did he hear him right?
âOne of the reasons I havenât been sleeping⊠is because Iâve been getting nightmares.â
Simonâs brows furrowed. He knew all too well about nightmares. âAbout what?â
â...The beetles. That they⊠never made it back to Earth. Iâ I keep seeing my friendsâŠâ
Simon sighed softly. âWhy didnât you tell me? Fuckinâ idiot,â he said affectionately.Â
âI didnât wanna worry you.â Grace yawned.
âYouâre not worrying me, dumbass.â Simon hesitated before gently carding his fingers through Graceâs hair.Â
Grace leaned into it, sighing softly.
âIâm sure the beetles made it back. Hell, you sent four of âem. Whatâre the chances that they all didnât make it? Donât answer that question,â Simon said when he saw Grace start to open his mouth. âItâs not your responsibility anymore, Ry. You did your part. You did all you needed to do, and you were fuckinâ awesome while doing it. Okay?â
A soft grumble in response.
âOkay?â Simon repeated, moving to lightly scratch behind Graceâs ear.
Grace snorted softly, giggling and curling up. âOkahahahahay, okay!â
Simon snickered softly and retracted his hand. âBut, to answer your question⊠Yeah. Iâll stay with you.â He crawled in bed with Grace, giving him as much space as he could. But when Grace cuddled up with him, oh, all willpower shattered. How could he not cuddle back?
Grace exhaled softly, face nuzzled the slightest bit into Simonâs chest. â...Night, SiâŠâ
Simon smiled. Maybe it was because of the shock that wow Grace wants this too, maybe it was the fact that Grace had been getting nightmares, maybe it was because Simon was tired as well⊠But he softly placed a kiss to the top of Graceâs head, really hoping he wouldnât regret it later.
âGoodnight, Angel.â
For the first time in a week, Grace slept nightmare-free.
iâm in such a lee mood like imagine annoying someone while relaxing and they just gently pin you and they give you the softest tickles ever and you try and tickle them back but they just redirect you so lightly
