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Masterlist of Masterlists

Truth or dare? Simon pulls an unexpected dare card which threatens to expose how sensitive he really is… Truth or Dare As the evening sun

You are the bravest person I know Simon has a hard time feeling good enough around the Shadowhunters but Izzy sees him….. You are bravest

Rediscovering sensation It’s been some decades since Charles has felt…. well, anything! Crystal is on hand to make sure he experiences his

A not-so-peaceful pedicure Lacey follow an upset Joey to her pedicure to apologise but isn’t prepared for the foot file….. A not-so-peacef

Panic attack Alison is in a very dangerous situation with Isaac until she finds a way to calm him down……. Panic attack In the dimly lit

Not so Scary Eddie You find out that Eddie isn’t so scary after all….. Not so scary Eddie It had been a harrowing day, but at least every

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A heightened discovery

Jess and Rory stood on the narrow ledge, the wind tugging at their hair, the whole town of Stars Hollow stretched out dizzyingly far below them.

At first, Jess had seemed cocky as ever — cracking jokes, leading the way — but now, Rory could see the cracks forming. His hands were clenched around the old railing, his knuckles pale, his body stiff and frozen.

“You okay there, Mariano?” Rory teased lightly, stepping closer.

“I’m fine,” Jess muttered through gritted teeth, eyes locked straight ahead, refusing to look down.

She grinned, watching him squirm. “You sure? Because you’re gripping that railing like it’s the last cookie in the jar.”

He shot her a glare, but it lacked its usual bite. Rory’s grin only widened.

Just for fun, she gave him a playful poke in the side.

Jess flinched so hard he nearly jerked himself off balance. His shoulders hunched instantly, and for the first time, Rory heard a small, high-pitched giggle slip out before he clamped his mouth shut.

Her eyes widened in delight. Ohhh.

“You’re ticklish!” she said.

“No, I’m not,” Jess snapped, but the colour rising up his neck betrayed him completely.

“Liar.” Rory’s voice turned mischievous as she stepped even closer. “Jess Mariano, ticklish and scared of heights? This is a goldmine.”

“Rory, don’t even think about it,” he warned, but it was too late.

Grinning, she slipped her hand under the hem of his shirt and wriggled her fingers against his bare side.

Jess jolted violently, a strangled snort escaping him before he gritted his teeth, fighting to keep it together. His whole body trembled under her fingertips, his chest giving little involuntary shakes as he tried desperately not to laugh out loud.

“You’re not very convincing,” Rory teased, dancing her fingers lightly along his ribs.

Jess gave a breathless little whimper of a giggle, squeezing the railing tighter, his face flushing deeper with every second. His shoulders kept twitching, his mouth twitching too, like he was seconds from breaking.

“St-sto—” he tried to bark out, but it came out more like a choked laugh.

Rory giggled herself, amused by how hard he was fighting it. She tried a few quick scribbles against his side and up along his ribs, which made Jess squirm frantically, laughing under his breath, but somehow, somehow; he was still holding on.

“Man, you are stubborn,” Rory laughed, impressed. “Let’s see if you can survive this.”

Without warning, she snuck her hand higher, wedging it just under his arm, fingers fluttering mercilessly against the soft, hypersensitive spot there.

Jess absolutely lost it.

The second her fingers made contact, Jess let out a loud, helpless bark of laughter — no cool, no composure — and ripped his hands off the railing, twisting sideways to escape the unbearable sensation.

He nearly toppled into Rory, who caught him, both of them laughing now — Jess in breathless, red-faced humiliation, Rory in pure glee.

“Victory!” Rory declared, throwing her arms up dramatically as she steadied him.

Jess wheezed, still giggling under his breath, trying to recover. “You are evil,” he muttered hoarsely.

Rory beamed. “You love it.”

Jess gave her a look that was half-glare, half-smirk. “I hate you.”

“You’re smiling,” she pointed out smugly.

Jess rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. His face was still bright red, and he kept casting quick, sheepish glances at her like he couldn’t believe she’d gotten him so good.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone and I swear—” he began.

“‘I’ll deny everything,’ yeah, yeah,” Rory finished with a grin, looping her arm through his as they started making their careful way down.

Jess shook his head, but there was no mistaking the fond, reluctant smile tugging at his mouth.

Jess clung to Rory’s arm.

They had only made it down a few steps when Rory, unable to resist, gave his side a quick, cheeky poke.

Jess jolted so hard he almost tripped over his own feet.

“Rory!” he hissed, barely managing to steady himself. His face was still bright red, and the way he clutched her arm even tighter made Rory snicker uncontrollably.

“Oops,” she said sweetly. “My hand slipped.”

Jess shot her a dark look, but it was hard to take him seriously with his cheeks still pink and his lips twitching like he was fighting a smile.

They descended a few more steps in tense silence — or, at least, Jess was tense. Rory was practically vibrating with mischievous energy.

And then, when Jess was focused on navigating a particularly tricky step, Rory struck again — slipping her fingers just barely under his shirt at his waist and giving a playful little wiggle.

Jess squeaked.

Actually squeaked.

The sound that escaped him was so utterly undignified that Rory almost had to sit down on the stairs from laughing. Jess clamped his mouth shut immediately afterward, glaring at her with wide, horrified eyes.

“You’re dead,” he muttered under his breath.

“Uh-huh,” Rory giggled, totally unrepentant. “You keep saying that, but here we are.”

Jess grumbled incoherently, trying to regain whatever shreds of dignity he had left, but Rory wasn’t done.

A few more steps down, she sneakily spidered her fingers along his side again, lighter this time, almost feather-soft.

Jess flinched violently, letting out a half-gasp, half-giggle, stumbling sideways into her. He had to stop and grab the railing again, breathing hard from trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside him.

“You’re seriously the worst,” he growled, though his voice was shaking with barely contained laughter.

“You love it,” Rory sing-songed again, giving him one final, playful poke in the ribs for good measure.

Jess groaned dramatically, dropping his forehead onto her shoulder in surrender. “Remind me why I ever thought climbing up here was a good idea?”

“Because you’re an overconfident idiot,” Rory said fondly, looping her arm through his once more. “And because deep down, you love a little chaos.”

Jess just shook his head, chuckling under his breath, and let her guide him the rest of the way down — no more pretending, no more walls, just the two of them laughing quietly together as they picked their way carefully back toward solid ground, a little closer than before.

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Car trouble

Rory walked out of Luke’s Diner, keys in hand, only to spot a pair of legs sticking out from under her car. She tilted her head, taking a closer look. The familiar pair of jeans and sneakers, along with the messy hair poking out, told her exactly who it was.

“Dean!” she called out with a smirk.

“Rory?” Dean’s voice sounded a bit muffled, echoing from under the car. “Hey! I thought I’d take a look. Your car’s been making that weird sound again.”

“Oh, thanks! I didn’t even ask,” she said, grinning as she watched him work. An idea popped into her head; one that was bit mischievous but too tempting to resist. Dean had told her once how ticklish his feet were, and she figured he might be too distracted to see this coming.

As she knelt down by his feet and reached for one of his sneakers, Dean tensed up, immediately noticing her presence. “Rory, what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously, unable to turn around fully from under the car.

“Oh, just seeing what my helpful boyfriend is up to,” she said innocently, giving his sneaker a playful tug. He tried to jerk his foot back, but she had already slipped it off.

“Rory! Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice laced with the hint of nervous laughter.

But her mischievous smile was already set. “Think about what?” she asked, reaching for his other sneaker. Dean tried to wriggle his foot free, but with the limited room under the car, he was trapped.

With both of his shoes off, Rory wasted no time. She wiggled her fingers right up the arch of his sock-covered foot, and Dean immediately burst into laughter. “R-Rory! No! I’m…. no, no, no, I’m too ticklish!” he shouted, his voice hitching with laughter as her fingers grazed his arch.

“Oh, I know,” she said, her fingers slipping beneath his toes, which were by far his worst spot. He tried to pull his feet away, but there was nowhere for him to go. Trapped and helpless, he could only endure the relentless tickling as she dug her fingers into every horribly ticklish spot on his soles.

“Rory, please! I’m begging you!” he managed to gasp out between desperate laughs. “This is torture! I can’t stand it!” His voice was nearly a squeal, each laugh more helpless than the last as her fingers worked their way over every sensitive inch.

“Aww, is big, tough Dean ticklish?” Rory teased, her fingers moving faster. She skittered them along his heels, then up to the sides of his feet, making sure not to leave any spot untickled.

Dean was completely losing it now, his body writhing, his legs twitching, his laughter uncontrollable. “Rory, I can’t….. no, please!” he cried out, his words barely audible through his laughter.

Just when he thought it might end, Rory found the spot right beneath his toes, pressing her fingers there as his laughter hit a new high. His arms flailed as he tried to scoot himself out from under the car, but his laughter had taken all his strength. “Rory, seriously! I’m so ticklish……. I’m gonna lose my mind!” he managed, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

After a few more excruciating moments, Rory finally took pity on him and stopped, letting him catch his breath. Dean pulled himself out from under the car, collapsing onto the pavement beside her, his face red and his breathing ragged.

“Remind me… never to let you near my feet again,” he said between breaths, but there was a smile on his face.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rory grinned. “Maybe next time you work on my car, I’ll have to give your feet another ‘inspection.’”

Dean groaned, but he couldn’t help laughing, defeated and still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah… no chance of that happening anytime soon.”

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Some things never change

It was a cozy afternoon at Lorelai’s house, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Lorelai and Rory were sprawled on the couch, flipping through old photo albums, sharing laughter over embarrassing childhood moments.

Just then, Chris walked in, casually leaning against the doorframe. “What are you two up to?” he asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“Just reliving some classic moments,” Lorelai replied, holding up a photo of Chris in a particularly questionable outfit. “You know, your iconic fashion choices.”

“Iconic? More like a fashion faux pas,” Chris retorted, crossing his arms with mock indignation. “At least I didn’t wear scrunchies!”

“Oh please,” Lorelai shot back, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t bring out the old photo of you in those neon shorts!”

With a sudden burst of playful energy, Lorelai poked him in the side. “How’s that for iconic?”

Chris yelped, the poke triggering an involuntary giggle. He tried to maintain his composure, but it was too late. “Oh no, not that!” he exclaimed, stepping back, laughter escaping him.

Lorelai's eyes sparkled with delight. “Wait a second, are you still ticklish?” she asked, a grin spreading across her face. Both of them remembering how she would tickle him mercilessly when they were kids and she found out how ticklish he was.

“Don’t you dare!” Chris warned, but it was too late. Lorelai lunged at him again, her fingers wiggling into his sides, and he erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

“Stop! I can’t…..!” Chris gasped, trying to squirm away, but Lorelai was relentless, expertly finding all his most ticklish spots like she had hundreds of times before.

“Come on, you can take it!” she teased, her fingers dancing mercilessly.

Rory, witnessing the chaos, couldn’t resist joining in. “This is too good to pass up!” she declared, diving in on the other side and targeting his ribs.

“Rory! No! Not you too!” Chris laughed, completely overwhelmed. He was caught between the two of them, laughter spilling out as they worked together like a well-oiled tickle machine.

“Payback for all those years of teasing!” Rory chimed in, her fingers wiggling against his sides as Chris squirmed and laughed uncontrollably.

“Okay, okay! I promise I’ll stop mocking you!” Chris pleaded, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks.

“Not yet!” Lorelai said, grinning. “We’re just getting started!”

They continued their relentless assault, taking turns and enjoying the way Chris tried to escape but ultimately failed. His laughter echoed through the house, a mix of joy and desperation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lorelai stepped back, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. Chris slumped against the wall, breathless and still chuckling.

“You guys are the worst!” he said, smiling despite himself.

“Maybe, but you love us anyway,” Lorelai replied, and Rory nodded enthusiastically.

“Just remember, I’ll be ready next time,” Chris warned, but the playful spark in his eyes showed he wouldn’t mind a rematch. The moment became another cherished memory, laughter filling their home once more.

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The Things He Can’t Hide

The night was quiet, the town settled into a calm, comfortable hum around them. Rory and Jess sat close on the gazebo steps, a small breeze rustling the leaves overhead. With her shoulder pressed against his and her hand resting lightly on his arm, Rory felt a warmth radiate between them that she couldn’t quite describe.

“Are you just here to sit quietly?” she teased, smiling as she nudged him. “You’ve been suspiciously serious tonight.”

Jess smirked, his usual air of practiced indifference barely wavering as he shrugged. “Maybe I’m just here for the view.”

Rory raised an eyebrow, amused by his nonchalance, and leaned in, gently brushing a strand of hair away from his face. He met her gaze, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. Without thinking, she moved closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, lingering there as she felt him breathe in.

Feeling bold, she leaned down and kissed his neck, her lips brushing his skin ever so lightly. She barely had time to register the warmth beneath her lips when she felt him tense suddenly, his shoulders jerking up with a sharp intake of breath.

She pulled back, studying him, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, shifting as if to regain his composure. He kept his face carefully neutral, but there was a hint of red at the tips of his ears.

“Nothing?” Rory tilted her head, not believing him for a second. Her fingers drifted back to his neck, and she barely let them graze his skin, a light, curious touch along his collarbone. Jess flinched again, his shoulders rising as his mouth quirked up in a reluctant smile, betraying him entirely.

“Wait a second,” she said slowly, a smile spreading across her face. “Jess… are you ticklish?”

“Not even close,” he muttered, his tone gruff, though he avoided her gaze. His jaw was set tightly, and his hands were clenched in his lap as if bracing himself.

“Oh, you are,” Rory said, her voice full of playful delight. She let her fingers drift down to his ribs, giving the lightest of squeezes just under his arm, and watched as he flinched again, a small, involuntary laugh slipping out before he could stop it.

“Rory, seriously,” he managed, his voice low and tense, trying to hold onto whatever shred of composure he could muster. But she could see through the facade — there was a tremor in his voice, a flicker of amusement that he was fighting hard to bury.

“Oh, I am serious,” she replied, grinning as her fingers began to explore his ribs, testing his reactions, skimming her fingers lightly over every inch she could find. She used the tips of her fingers, soft and slow, tracing patterns along his ribs and sides, brushing up and down his torso with featherlight touches.

Jess’s response was instant and completely beyond his control. He couldn’t keep still, his body twisting instinctively as his resolve crumbled, a helpless laugh slipping through his tightly pressed lips. He tried to curl away, but she followed his movement, her fingers unrelenting in their playful exploration.

“Rory,” he gasped, his voice breathless now, the low, serious tone entirely gone as his laughter broke through. “Stop… I’m… just…”

“Just what?” she teased, still grinning as she let her fingers drift higher, tracing the line of his collarbone, then back down to his sides. She found the softest spots and lingered there, her fingers moving in slow, teasing circles, barely touching him but enough to make him flinch and shiver under her touch.

Jess could feel himself breaking, his guard slipping with every touch. He had always been able to keep his cool, to stay in control of himself, especially around her. But now, with her fingers grazing his skin, finding every sensitive spot, he was helpless. His laughter was spilling out freely now, his breaths coming in short, unsteady gasps as he struggled to keep it together. But the more he tried, the harder it became.

“Alright, alright!” he managed, his voice breathy, a mixture of laughter and desperation. His face was flushed, his usual composure entirely gone. “Rory, please!” He looked at her, his eyes soft and bright with amusement, a raw vulnerability in them that he couldn’t hide.

“Oh, please?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow, amused by his sudden change of tone. She paused for a moment, letting him catch his breath, but her fingers hovered near his sides, a teasing promise that she wasn’t quite done.

Jess took a shaky breath, trying to regain his usual steady tone, but he could barely hold her gaze without breaking into a laugh again. He shook his head, defeated, a soft, genuine smile breaking through his usual mask. “You’re going to hold this over me, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” she replied with a grin, letting her hand rest on his shoulder, feeling the warmth beneath her palm. “Who would’ve guessed you had such a… sensitive side?”

Jess rolled his eyes, his laugh still lingering in his voice, softer now. “Only you, apparently.”

They sat there, his hand finding hers, fingers intertwining as the laughter slowly faded into a comfortable silence. Jess leaned back, the last traces of his smirk replaced by something more honest, his guard entirely down. For the first time, he let her see him, truly see him; and for once, he didn’t mind letting her in.

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Breaking the tough guy act

The night was quiet, and the glow of the TV cast a soft light across the living room as Rory and Jess sat together. Jess was on the floor, leaning against the couch, his arms crossed as he half-watched the screen. Rory had her legs stretched out beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly rubbing at the muscles there.

“Long day?” she asked, her voice gentle as she watched him sink back against her touch.

“Something like that,” he muttered, letting out a sigh as her fingers pressed into his shoulders.

“Well,” she said, shifting closer and bringing both hands to his shoulders, “consider this my contribution to your evening.” She started working her thumbs in small circles, easing the tension out of his muscles, letting her hands trail down to his shoulder blades, moving in firm, steady strokes.

He relaxed, a faint, contented smile creeping onto his face as she worked. “You’re… pretty good at this,” he murmured, his usual guardedness slipping slightly.

Rory grinned, leaning in as she pressed her palms over his back, working along his spine.

As she let her fingers wander lower, moving down toward his ribs, she felt him tense up unexpectedly. Her thumb brushed a spot just beneath his shoulder blade, and Jess’s whole body gave a sudden twitch, a quick, half-smothered laugh escaping him.

She paused, brow raised, her lips curving in a curious smile. “Jess… are you ticklish?”

His face went blank, his voice a careful deadpan. “No.”

“Really?” she said, clearly not buying it. She let her fingers trail back to that spot beneath his shoulder blade, barely pressing, just grazing the surface. He flinched again, his shoulders jerking up as he fought to suppress a laugh.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued, her hands moving down his back in soft, teasing strokes. “Because it sure looks like you are.”

He shook his head, attempting to shrug her off, but there was a faint flush rising in his cheeks, and she could see his jaw clenching as he tried to keep steady. Not one to be deterred, Rory slid her hands along his back, this time letting her fingers drift slowly, almost playfully, down to his ribs, just brushing against the edges. She could feel him tense beneath her touch, his shoulders stiffening as a reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

“Rory…” he said, his voice low and almost pleading, his usual cool demeanor breaking as he squirmed ever so slightly.

“Oh, don’t ‘Rory’ me,” she teased, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration, tracing light, delicate patterns down his back and sides, testing each inch of skin with barely-there touches. “You might be tough, but I’m guessing you’re also incredibly ticklish.”

“Think what you want,” he muttered, his voice strained, but the way he kept trying to hold back a smile was giving him away. She could tell he was fighting hard to keep his cool, but every time her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot, a small, helpless laugh would slip out, his shoulders twitching involuntarily.

“Alright, if you’re really not ticklish, you won’t mind this,” she said, letting her fingers drift lower, lightly tracing over his ribs. Her fingertips grazed up and down, barely touching, but enough to make him squirm uncontrollably, his laughter breaking free as he tried to shift away.

“Rory!” he gasped, his breath catching between laughs as he shook his head. “I… I didn’t even know I was…”

He stopped, realising he’d said more than he’d intended, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You didn’t know you were ticklish?” she asked, her tone full of surprise. “How’s that possible?”

He shrugged, looking away, his voice low and guarded. “Guess it’s just… not something I grew up with.” There was a pause, a flicker of hesitation, before he added, “I didn’t exactly have the kind of childhood with… stuff like this.”

Rory softened, her fingers moving gently now, her hands rubbing in slow, soothing circles along his back. “That makes sense,” she said, her voice soft as she watched him relax again, leaning into her touch. She let her fingers drift slowly up his back, keeping her touch light and comforting.

He took a breath, his guard easing slightly as he admitted, “And, you know… my girlfriends, they weren’t exactly the… playful type.”

She kept her hands on his back, letting him settle, her fingers brushing soothingly along his shoulders. “Well,” she said with a soft smile, “I think we should change that. Starting now.”

Before he could protest, she traced her fingers back down his sides, this time lingering just a bit longer over each rib, dipping her fingertips just below his shoulder blades and tracing gentle lines over his ribs. Jess tried to stay still, but he could feel his resolve slipping, his laughter bubbling up as her fingers found every sensitive spot.

“Okay, okay,” he said, his voice half-amused, half-exasperated as he twisted, his face flushed with laughter. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe just a little,” she admitted, grinning as she kept her fingers mostly on his back, working gently along his shoulders and down his spine, but dipping down occasionally to his ribs just to make him laugh and squirm. She could feel him trying to stay calm, but each time her fingers drifted to his sides, he couldn’t help but react, his laughter spilling out as he twisted, helpless under her touch.

Then, she let her hands slide even lower, gently grazing the edges of his hips with her fingertips. Jess let out a strangled gasp, his laughter turning desperate as he twisted and squirmed, his body writhing under her hands as he struggled to maintain any sort of composure.

“Rory! no, seriously,” he managed between helpless giggles, his voice breaking as he gasped for breath. “Please!…. stop…. Ahhhhh!”

But she only laughed, enjoying his helpless reaction, her fingers dancing over his hips as she watched him crumble, his face flushed, eyes bright with laughter he couldn’t hold back. His body shook as he tried to twist away, his laughter echoing in the room, his usual brooding facade shattered.

“Rory…” he gasped, his voice barely more than a breathy laugh, “I’m… I’m begging here!”

Finally, seeing him completely undone, Rory relented, lifting her hands and resting them gently on his shoulders, letting him catch his breath. She smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his temple.

“Alright, alright,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of warmth. “I think I’ve made my point.”

Jess took a few deep breaths, still chuckling softly as he looked up at her, a slightly dazed, half-smiling look in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah… you win,” he muttered, but there was no bitterness in his voice, only a quiet, reluctant fondness. And for a moment, he let himself simply relax, sinking against her, his usual guard down as they shared this soft, unexpected moment together

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Catching the Stoic Off Guard

It was a quiet evening at the diner. The last few customers had left, and now, in the dim light, it was just Luke and Lorelai finishing up. She’d offered to stick around and help close up, mostly as an excuse to spend some time together after a long, busy day in Stars Hollow. Luke was wiping down tables while Lorelai stacked chairs, occasionally chatting, teasing him, and sneaking glances his way.

As Luke finished the last table, Lorelai leaned against the counter, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know, I think you missed a spot,” she said, pointing to a perfectly clean area.

He sighed, rolling his eyes in that way she found adorable. “I didn’t miss a spot, Lorelai.”

“Oh, you totally did.” She moved up beside him, reaching over to grab the rag from his hand. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

He shook his head, giving her that slightly exasperated look. “I know how to wipe down a table, thanks.”

“Clearly not, Mr. Perfect,” she teased, moving closer and dramatically wiping a part of the table he’d just cleaned.

He raised an eyebrow, not quite smiling but close. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“A menace with style,” she quipped, giving the table an exaggerated flourish before reaching out to playfully jab him in the ribs.

Luke jumped, his body tensing as a surprised chuckle escaped him. Immediately, he shot her a wary look, his cheeks faintly flushed. “What was that?”

“Oh my God,” she said, eyes wide, a grin spreading across her face. “Luke Danes, are you ticklish?”

He shifted, clearly uncomfortable, mumbling, “I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh really?” Lorelai said, her grin only widening. She reached out again, this time letting her fingers trail more purposefully along his side. To her delight, he tensed, his mouth twitching into an involuntary smile as he fought to hold back a laugh.

“Lorelai,” he warned, his voice half-amused, half-mortified. “Stop that.”

But she only laughed, clearly enjoying this discovery. “Oh, this is gold. All these years of you acting all serious and stoic, and here you are, secretly ticklish!” She danced her fingers up his side, watching with pure delight as he squirmed, his attempts to keep a straight face completely failing.

“Lorelai, cut it out,” he said, but there was no real heat in his words, just a soft, embarrassed laugh he couldn’t hold back. She continued her playful assault, fingers fluttering over his sides as he twisted, trying to dodge her.

“I mean, I knew you had a soft side, but I didn’t realize it was this soft!” she teased, her fingers drifting over his ribs, barely touching but enough to keep him laughing, a helpless smile breaking through.

He tried to take a step back, but she just followed, keeping up her gentle, persistent tickling. “Lorelai, seriously,” he gasped, laughing despite himself, “have mercy.”

“Mercy?” she repeated with a grin, shaking her head. “Not when you’re laughing like that.”

He tried to wriggle away again, and this time she gave him a break, letting him catch his breath. He straightened, looking down at her with that soft, exasperated fondness she loved. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“Oh, I know,” she said, grinning up at him. “And so are you, Mr. Ticklish Danes.” She laughed, leaning up to give him a quick, affectionate kiss. “But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

He sighed, a reluctant smile finally breaking through. “I’d appreciate that.”

They stood there a moment longer, their laughter fading into a comfortable silence, the warmth between them filling the diner as they shared this quiet, unexpected moment of closeness.

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Laughing Luke

It was a cozy afternoon at the Dragonfly Inn, the warm sun filtering through the window as Lorelai Gilmore arranged flowers in the lobby. Today, Luke Danes had come by to help her out, preparing for the evening rush while Sookie experimented in the kitchen with new dessert recipes.

“Hey, Luke!” Lorelai called out, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Did you know that I discovered something new about you?”

Luke looked up from where he was stacking cups, a wary expression crossing his face. “What now?”

“You’re ticklish!” she declared, recalling how she’d accidentally brushed against his ribs earlier that week.

He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh really?” Lorelai stepped closer, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Care to test that theory?”

Before he could respond, she lunged, fingers wiggling in the air like a mischievous spider. Luke jumped back, confusion quickly turning into panic. “Lorelai, don’t you dare!”

But it was too late. She pounced, fingers digging into his sides. A burst of laughter erupted from him, deep and genuine. “Stop! Stop!” he managed between gasps, trying to wriggle away, but Lorelai was relentless.

“Come on, Luke! Just a little bit more!” she teased, her laughter mingling with his as she continued her playful assault.

He squirmed, desperately trying to push her hands away. “I mean it!” he laughed, feeling the laughter bubbling up inside him. Just as he thought he might escape, she found her target: his underarms.

“Let’s see how ticklish you really are!” Lorelai declared, her fingers darting in and under his arms.

Luke’s eyes widened in panic as he clamped his arms down instinctively, trapping her hands beneath his arms. “No! Not there!” he cried, laughter escaping him in uncontrollable bursts.

But Lorelai wasn’t deterred. Even trapped, she managed to wiggle her fingers around, tickling him mercilessly. “Oh yes, there!” she laughed, clearly enjoying herself.

Luke’s knees buckled. He couldn’t hold back the laughter or the instinct to squirm, and before he knew it, they both fell to the ground, Lorelai landing on top of him.

“Lorelai!” he gasped, breathless and still giggling (Luke Danes…. giggling!) uncontrollably. “Get off!”

But she was laughing too hard to comply, her fingers still working their magic. “You’re trapped, Danes! How does it feel?”

“Not good!” he cried, shaking with laughter, his body writhing beneath her. “Please……. stop!”

Finally, Lorelai relented, sitting back just enough for him to catch his breath. “See? You can’t hide from me!”

Luke leaned against the floor, still chuckling as he regained his composure. “You’re insufferable,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“But you love it,” she shot back, the playful banter lightening the air around them.

“Next time, I’ll be ready,” he promised, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile.

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that!” Lorelai winked, her laughter still echoing in the café. As they sat there, a tangle of limbs and laughter, Luke couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, a little tickling was worth it for moments like these; especially with Lorelai by his side.

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Ticklish Tattoos

Tickletober 2022, Day 14: Tracing

This is so disorganized and choppy but i literally just wrote it so its what is getting posted lol

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Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship(s): Steddie

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Eddie/Ler!Steve

Word Count: 618 words

Summary: Steve likes tracing Eddie’s tattoos. Problem is, Eddie’s a bit sensitive.

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The habit had started up before they even started dating, Steve’s fingers absent-mindedly tracing over the ink in Eddie’s skin. Sometimes while they were in a group, tucked away in the Wheeler’s basement or the Byler-Hopper’s living room or even Steve’s house, but most often when they were alone. For a while, Eddie wasn’t even sure if Steve was aware of the fact that he was doing it. He seemed like the type to fidget, kind of like Eddie himself, just in a quieter way.

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“Oh, you actually like this?” Ticklish celebrity Gavin Leatherwood

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“Let’s see I wanna find a really good spot”

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Dr. Hughie in the House

Fandom: The Boys

Ship: Hughie/Annie

Warnings: Suggestive content

Summary: Hughie decides that maybe being the one to save Annie isn't as good as he imagined it to be. Maybe he's completely okay with being the less powerful one in their relationship. Day fourteen of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: roleplay!

“I- Annie, this isn’t doing anything for me,” Hughie laughs, shaking his head and backing away.

“Really?” Annie asks, looking down at the hospital gown that she’s wearing. “Didn’t you want to be the one to save me for once?” Annie saunters over to him, lifting the edges of her gown in an attempt to conjure an image of Marilyn Monroe. 

Hughie backs away, shaking his head with a nervous laugh, “yeah, I think I might’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh,” Annie says, tilting her head to the side, “did you want me to be the doctor?” She asks innocently, her lips downturned. 

“No, no,” Hughie shakes his head, “I just want you to be you. I think that was like, a bajillion times hotter than whatever,” Hughie gestures to his doctor costume and then to Annie’s gown, “this is.”

“Oh,” Annie says, trailing off, “okay, uh, so what now?”

“Maybe we do something different tomorrow?” Hughie suggests, a tinge of guilt in his tone, “I just- this has given me grandma levels of no boner, I don’t think it’s going to cooperate tonight.” He makes a dramatic gesture towards his lower regions, pretending to scold them.

Annie laughs, pulling the gown over her head, “okay, is tomorrow going to be guard and prisoner?”

“No,” Hughie responds immediately with a startled laugh “absolutely not, I don’t have any desire to try this again.”

“If you say so, Dr. Hughie,” Annie responds, climbing onto the bed, Hughie flopping next to her, still in costume. “Does that mean you’re suddenly alright having a superhero girlfriend.”

“I was always alright with itt,” he responds with an easy smile, “I just thought a change might be interesting, but boy was I wrong.”

Annie laughs, flipping onto her stomach and giggling into Hughie’s neck. 

“Hehey!” Hughie giggles, trying to push Annie away. 

“Hay is for horses,” Annie jokes, breath hitting the side of Hughie’s neck. Hughie snorts, kicking a leg out and shaking his head. 

“Stahap!” 

“I thought you were okay with my powers,” Annie teases, her fingers coming up to tickle his sides. 

“Nohoho!” Hughie chuckles, “thihihis is ahahan abuhuhuse ohohof thehehem!” 

“No,” Annie responds, a cheeky smile on her lips, “I actually think this might be the perfect use for them.”

“Ahahanie!” Hughie squeals when she hits the spot between his belly button and waistband, bucking upwards, “stahahap! Ihihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”

Annie grins down at him before nestling her face back in his neck, blowing streams of air on his collarbones and ears, “really, Hughie? I think you can handle it.”

Her fingers spider their way up to his ribs and he loses it, thrashing and bucking while her fingers carefully take him apart. 

“AHAHANNIE NOHOHOHO! NOHOHO!” He screeches, thrashing as much as he can against her, Annie’s strength holding steady. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

Annie’s fingers slow to a stop as she coos over Hughie, his face red while giggles flow freely from his lips. 

“You’re so cute,” Annie says, kissing all over Hughie’s face, making him giggle even more.

“Sahahays you.”

She nods, smiling down at him, “yeah, says me.” She leans in and kisses him, starting out soft but evolving into something more intense, more greedy. When she pulls away they’re both out of breath, staring at each other with a reignited lust. 

“Remember what I said earlier about it,” Hughie’s eyes move down and back up in a quick movement before catching Annie’s eyes again, “not cooperating? Well, I think it’s ready now.”

“Oh? Oh,” Annie says, quickly realizing where Hughie is going, “well, my ‘it’ has been ready since the patient outfit.”

“Gross,” Hughie laughs, “well, tell it to behave while I take this costume off.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if it can,” Annie grins with a wink, and Hughie speeds up with taking off his clothes, tripping over himself as he tries to get out of his pants. She just laughs, watching his trip over in excitement, glad that he’s finally coming to terms with her having powers and him having none. It’s almost like it’s never even mattered. It’s almost like they can still protect each other, even if she’s the only superhero in their relationship. 

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Acetone Takes Paint Off Hardwood

Fandom: The Boys

Ship: Annie/Hughie (Annhie? Hughnie?)

Summary: Hughie is totally fine with Annie being more powerful than him, but sometimes, just sometimes, his pride gets in the way.

Annie is watching the news when she hears a crash, followed by the familiar shouts of her boyfriend from their shared bedroom. She jumps up, running towards the sound when it’s followed by more curses and a few pained groans. 

“Hughie, are you-” She stops in her tracks after entering the room, a bucket of paint on her floor and a bookshelf on its side. Hughie stands crouched above the mess, seemingly trying to hold back tears, his frustration evident on his face. “Hughie?” 

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Rediscovering sensation

Charles Rowland's eyes fluttered open, and the world around him seemed both familiar and alien. The once-faint whispers and echoes now resonated with a newfound clarity, and the cool, musty scent of the old library filled his nostrils in a way he hadn't experienced in decades. He blinked, trying to comprehend the overwhelming barrage of sensations.

"Charles?" Edwin's voice was tentative, filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "How do you feel?"

Charles sat up slowly, his body tingling with an electric buzz. "I feel... everything," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the rough texture of the wooden floor. "It's like waking up from a very long dream."

Edwin offered a reassuring smile, though his eyes betrayed his concern. "Crystal did it. She found a way to bring you back."

Crystal, entered the room, her eyes bright with excitement and a hint of apprehension. "Hey, Charles. Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?”

Charles managed a smile, though it was clear he was still adjusting. "Thanks, Crystal. It's... a lot to take in."

As Charles got to his feet, he felt an odd lightness in his step, his senses heightened and raw. Crystal approached, intending to give him a supportive pat on the shoulder, but her fingers brushed against his side. Charles jolted, a surprising burst of laughter escaping his lips.

Crystal's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, are you ticklish, Charles?"

Charles, still reeling from the unexpected sensation, nodded, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "I guess I am."

A mischievous glint appeared in Crystal's eyes. "Interesting," she said, her fingers twitching playfully. "You know, after forty years of not feeling anything, you might be extra sensitive."

Before Charles could protest, Crystal's fingers danced across his ribs, eliciting uncontrollable laughter. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, his body reacting instinctively to the gentle assault.

"Crystal, wait—ahh!" Charles' protest dissolved into helpless giggles as Crystal's tickling continued, her touch light and relentless.

"Come on, Charles, don't be a spoilsport," Crystal teased, her fingers exploring every ticklish spot she could find. She moved from his ribs to his sides, then up to his armpits, each new area making Charles writhe and laugh even harder.

"Please, Crystal, I can't—!" Charles tried to beg, but his words were cut off by another wave of hysterical laughter as Crystal found a particularly sensitive spot on his belly.

"Wow, you really are ticklish," Crystal remarked with a grin. She glanced at Edwin, who was watching with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. "Want to join in?"

Edwin shook his head, smiling. "I think you're doing a fine job on your own."

Crystal continued her playful assault, her fingers now skimming over Charles' neck and collarbone, making him squirm and shriek with laughter. His usually composed demeanor was completely shattered, and he could barely catch his breath between fits of giggles.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" Charles finally gasped, his voice hoarse from laughing. But Crystal wasn't quite finished yet. She knelt down and started tickling the backs of his knees, causing him to collapse onto the floor in a helpless, laughing heap.

"Not yet, Charles," Crystal said with a laugh. "You still have a lot of catching up to do."

Charles' laughter turned silent, his face red and eyes streaming with tears. He could barely form coherent thoughts, overwhelmed by the relentless tickling. His body felt hypersensitive, every touch magnified tenfold after decades of numbness.

Crystal finally relented, stepping back with a satisfied smile. "There, see? Feeling isn't so bad, is it?"

Charles lay on the floor, still giggling weakly, trying to catch his breath. "I suppose not," he managed to say, his voice shaky but filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Crystal. I think I needed that."

Edwin stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Charles' shoulder. "Welcome back, old friend. It's good to have you with us again, even if it means putting up with Crystal's antics."

Charles chuckled, the sound rich and full of life. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the three friends stood together, the library seemed brighter, the shadows less daunting. For the first time in decades, Charles felt truly alive, ready to face whatever adventures awaited him in this new chapter of his existence.

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Truth or Dare

Gathered in Eddie's cluttered, cramped trailer, the friends sat in a circle surrounded by mismatched pillows and dim lighting. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as the bottle spun, leading to bursts of laughter and playful banter. When it was Eddie's turn, he chose "dare" with a characteristic smirk, ready for whatever challenge awaited him.

He drew a card from the stack, his heart beating a little faster. As he read the dare, a hint of pink colored his cheeks. "Let the person to your left tickle your feet for two minutes."

Eddie's eyes met yours, seated to his left, and he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew just how ticklish he was and the thought of enduring that in front of everyone (especially cocky, pretty boy Steve Harrington) made him uneasy. Nevertheless, determined not to back down, he nodded and prepared himself for the inevitable.

Without hesitation, you began to lightly tickle Eddie's bare feet. He erupted into uncontrollable laughter almost instantly, his body writhing and squirming as he tried to handle the ticklish assault. The others watched, the younger kids laughing and cheering you on, watching the leader of the Hellfire club come utterly undone.

As you scribbled over the balls of his feet, Eddie jerked wildly. “Shit….. shit…… ahahahaha….. stop….. please…… not there…. ah fuck!” he mumbled between frantic giggles. He was determined not to pull his feet away. Eddie always played by the rules… when it came to games anyway.

Those two minutes felt like an eternity for Eddie. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he struggled to catch his breath between fits of laughter. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, every touch sent him into hysterics.

When the timer finally ran out, Eddie sat there, breathless and disheveled, his face flushed from laughter, messy curls everywhere. He avoided looking at anyone, feeling self-conscious about his reaction. Trying to regain his composure, he reached for a joint lying nearby, lighting it with shaky hands. He took a deep drag, the familiar sensation helping to steady his racing heart. As he exhaled slowly, the tension began to melt away, and he glanced over at you. You looked positively gleeful.

“You enjoyed that way too much Y/N” he grumbled, feigning being sulky. “I thought we were taking a break from monsters and torture tonight?” He raised an eyebrow and a small smile played on his lips, belaying that he wasn’t really mad at you.

You poked him in the ribs and he jumped with a yelp. “Careful Eddie” you warned. “They say the tickle monster is the worst monster of them all. You would do best not to upset me”. You wiggled your fingers menacingly in his direction.

Eddie shuffled backwards away from you, not taking any chances about your threat but found himself backing into Steve who pinned his arms behind his back and said with a wink and a shit-eating-grin “y’know… I think Eddie here could do with some more laughter in his life, after the week he’s just had. What do ya say we help him out?” He spoke to the group.

The younger kids thought this sounded like tremendous fun and all piled in to scribble fingers over ribs, knees, feet, armpits…. Anything they could while the metalhead laughed, bucked, screamed and writhed in Steve’s grasp.

For tonight, the sound of laughter coming from the trailer would serve to keep anything bad away and tomorrow the group would fight whatever came their way, with a renewed sense of camaraderie.

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Date night

It had been weeks of playful banter, stolen glances, and the occasional note passed during history class. Eddie Munson, with his wild hair and devil-may-care attitude, had somehow managed to capture your attention. He was the class clown, always finding a way to make you laugh, and you had started to look forward to his antics every day.

One afternoon, as the bell rang and you both gathered your books, Eddie turned to you, his usual smirk replaced with a nervous smile. "Hey, Y/N," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, uh, there's this movie playing Friday night. Thought maybe you'd like to go with me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd love to, Eddie."

Friday night arrived, and you met Eddie at the theater. The movie was a typical 80s action flick, but you barely paid attention. Halfway through, you rested your hand on Eddie's lap, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his knee through a hole in his ripped jeans.

Eddie's tensed under your touch, and you could feel his leg twitching slightly. When you glanced at him, he was biting his lip, trying to suppress a grin.

You continued throughout the movie, your fingers lightly scratching the skin through the hole in his jeans. Eddie squirmed in his seat, his attempts to remain still only making it more obvious that he was struggling.

After the movie, you both decided to take a walk. The night was cool, and the streets were quiet. As you walked, you couldn't help but bring up Eddie's fidgeting.

"Hey, Eddie," you began with a teasing tone, "you seemed a little… uncomfortable during the movie. Everything okay?"

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh, you know, what you were doing to my knee…. tickled… I guess”

"Really?" you said, pretending to be surprised. "I didn't realise I was tickling you so much."

Eddie flushed and looked at the floor.

You noticed he was embarrassed and asked “Eddie, what’s wrong?”

He looked at you, uncertainty in his eyes. “I uh….. I dunno.” he shrugged and looked at the floor again.

“I uh…..” he tried again, but Eddie had no idea how to put into words that he’d never been tickled before, it wasn’t exactly part of his unconventional upbringing and he felt really self-conscious and didn’t know how to react. Another thing to make him feel like a freak.

Eddie knew this was a stupid idea. He couldn’t believe his luck that such a beautiful, smart, funny girl would be interested in him in the first place and now he was blowing it by being weird…..

Eddie was suddenly plucked out of his reverie as your lips met his. His breath hitched in surprise before he kissed you back, his worries melting away.

After a while, you gently pulled away and looked at him, brushing some stray hair away from his face.

You smiled, giving his waist a playful squeeze. This time, he jumped, letting out a yelp that echoed down the empty street, but he also laughed, more relaxed than before.

You skittered your fingers up and down Eddies ribs and giggles poured out of him as he batted uselessly at your hands. “Y/N……. hahaha….. please……. staahahahp!” You brushed his hips and he yelped and caught your wrists in his hands.

Eddie looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted, stepping closer to him. "But it's all in good fun, right?"

He smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Without warning, you tackled him to the ground, both of you laughing as you continued to tickle him. Eddie's laughter was infectious, and soon you were both breathless, lying side by side on the cool grass.

Your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss and you both knew this was just the beginning of something special. Eddie might not have had much experience with fun and games growing up, but he could feel he was going to make up for lost time with you.