Кхм.. здравствуйте)
Это мой первый пост, хотя я уже давно в этом приложении, я не рисую и не пишу фанфики, но обожаю все, что связано с тиклингом (я не всегда могу написать это слово на русском и сейчас стесняюсь), зовите меня Sanchi, надеюсь встретить здесь русских блогеров и не только ~
in English:
Hmm… hello)
This is my first post, although I've been in this app for a long time. I don't draw or write fanfiction, but I love everything related to tickling (I can't always write this word in Russian and am now embarrassed). Call me Sanchi. I hope to meet Russian bloggers here and not only ~
this is like out of a straight up tumblr tickle fic my goodness
So there’s these 3 boys in my English class and they are all like for context very much in like popular crowd. There all conveniently attractive and athletic. Which may lead you to believe there all terrible people. But no they are all like the sweetest things and all 3 of them volunteer for our school’s special needs sports teams. Idk thought it might be worth mentioning there all great people and extremely likable.
So I’m in class I’ve low got a mini crush on one of them. So I’m watching him out the corner of my eye. And one of the other boys who’s sitting next to me and behind him like reaches over the desk and pokes him in the side. He jumps a little and looks behind him smiling.
Couple minutes later he does it again and after a few more times our teacher noticed and through a smile he said.
“Aye quit poking him will ya I’ve got things to teach.”
He agreed to stop but kept doing it secretly.
Then we moved into doing group work they all were working together and my friend brought her chair up to my desk so all 3 of them are still like right there and I’m eavesdropping and I hear
“ _____ your so ticklish”
“No I’m not”
“Yes you are”
And he reaches over and grabs both his sides and starts squeezing and tickling him.
The kid squealed like crazy
He scooted his chair backwards and slipped out of his grip
“ yoohohoo quit that.”
“I can’t believe that noise you made.”
“Shut up I’m not ticklish”
Then the other kid reached his hand over and wiggled his finger in his armpit
“Yeah you are”
By now there all laughing and it’s caught the attention of a few kids and our teacher.
“Hey boys you all better focus up and finish your packet before 1:15.”
“I’m trying Mr. But I’m getting distracted.”
The other 2 were trying to like put the blame on him. And our teacher just let it go
Then the rest of the group work time they got caught up in a conversation about something else and didn’t finish all of the packet in time so the teacher kinda confronted them. (Our teacher is actually pretty chill and friendly with everyone)
“So your guys were just yapping the whole time huh?”
“It’s all ____’s fault he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking. He just wanted to blabber about his new car the whole time.
“Ah so he was the distraction.”
“Yes all because of him.”
“Yeah sure Im the only one at fault.”
“Exactly you should be punished.”
Then I kid you not our teacher SUGGESTED to tickle him.
I’m not 100% sure how it came about probably bc I was shell shocked. but the 2 other boys were immediately took action and helped him down to tickle him.
One of them held his arms and kinda positioned him so he was sitting on the chair and totally leaned back. While the other kid scribbled his stomach and squeezed his sides.
The kid yelped and giggled repeatedly. And he was yelling like
“NononononoNO! Ahhhahheheh!”
Our teacher told the boys enough after a few seconds but the boy said
“He hasn’t even told me to stop yet.”
I just about died.
Shortly after he said that tho the kid said
“GAHha okay heheeehe okkkay okay OKAY STOP!”
And they slowed it down.
It was really sweet like afterwards he had to catch his breath and the guy who was holding him down was rubbing his back and picked up all his stuff for him that fell off the desk during the chaos.
This was unreal and mind you I was sitting right there watching.
And I totally have a crush on this guy😗 if not even more after this because he’s so freaking cute when he’s laughing
In the final moment, Williams turns to Storrie and does a version of Ilya's "attack-y" face, as Tierney describes it. He left that sweet exchange in to show how Shane is capable of breaking his guarded facade. "I think Shane does have a playful side that is stifled... Under every scene in season 1, there's not much room for super goofy play," Williams says. "There's a tentative nature to episode 6. Although it's calm, it's still like, 'Can this work, when we're left alone to our own devices?'"
"It does feel like a puppy learning to play," Tierney adds.
Love this community bc I can always count on lurkers.
Not getting enough reblogs to feel the dopamine hit? Well that's okay I know at the very least 5 or so people read and loved my fic from the shadows.
Not getting enough likes? I bet someone saved my art to their phone even if they never interacted.
I know you bc I used to BE you. Even after I made my old tickle blog and then deleted it out of embarrassment for whatever reason.
And oordinarily I'm the type to preach interaction to support your local authors and artists BUT I do understand the comfort of anonymity in this case. I bid all lurkers good wishes and hopes that you'll come out of you're shell, make a side blog, send more anonymous asks, etc. But if that never happens you're still valuable to me. I know you're there and I love you
something about saying "bzzt!" every time you poke someone makes it more ticklish i think its just the silly factor LMAO i think its so cute i need to do it more 💔
a/n: does hyacinth anon only post at midnight est?? apparently lol. look it's a weekend man. reblog scheduled for the morning though! or...well, the later morning sdfskd
summary: Jason's about to follow through on his "no, I'll get him later" threat to Tim at the end of this fic. Little does he know, though, that Tim has been planning for this, and has even recruited Damian to help him try to take Jason down.
or: Jason is trying to be a good older brother and let the kids have a win every now and then. He hadn't anticipated just how ruthless they could be, and is experiencing regrets. And a lot of tickles.
lee!Jason // ler!Tim, ler!Damian
(implied imminent lee!Tim and lee!Damian hehehe)
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Tim tapped his notebook against the side of his leg as he strode towards the library, armed with a brand-new pack of General charcoal pencils and two Zesti still attached together by their plastic rings. He’d gone through every single possible scenario a dozen times – and, yeah, maybe that was bordering on obsessive, but it was his first time preparing for something like this, so a little extra attention to detail couldn’t hurt.
He checked his watch. 9:15. Perfect – that gave him plenty of time to get his plan in place.
Step one, of course, was securing an ally. That was what he was about to attempt.
Instead of bursting into the library, he paused at the threshold to lay eyes on his quarry, who predictably was sitting sideways in one of the armchairs with a sketchpad and a blanket.
Tim knocked once on the doorframe to announce his presence. “Hey, Dami.”
“Drake.” Damian’s dark eyes flicked over to him in greeting. “What do you need?”
“Hey,” Tim said, but he kept his tone light as he made his way over to plop down on the floor in front of Damian’s chair. “What makes you think I’m gonna ask you for something? Can’t I just chat with my favorite little brother?”
Damian just gave him a flat stare. P“Your only…younger brother.” He emphasized younger, as opposed to little, and Tim bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.
“True, true. I do have a proposition, though – hey, don’t roll your eyes at me, brat – but you can say no.”
With a put-upon sigh, Damian flipped his sketchpad shut and turned fully to face Tim, one hand propping up his head. “What?”
“Help me tickle Jason,” Tim said bluntly. He willed his face not to redden on the word tickle, and was probably only partially successful. “He’s gonna come after me today for the whole thing with Dick last night. I think between you and me, we can take him down.”
Damian’s eyebrows practically tried to crawl into his hairline, and Tim allowed himself a quiet smile of satisfaction; Damian was ever so rarely rendered speechless. But he’d figured that the straightforward suggestion would be the easiest way to enlist the demon brat to his cause. Give Damian some clear parameters and an objective deliverable, and the kid was hell on wheels – in the field, and the few times they’d played team-based games.
“Tt. Has your mind finally snapped?”
“Oh, come on, Dames,” Tim wheedled. He knew that since Damian was still facing him, talking to him, he was at least intrigued. “Don’t you want some good-old-fashioned payback? Jason’s been on a roll lately – I know he’s gotten you a bunch.”
A sullen flush appeared on Damian’s cheeks as he glowered. “He’s gotten you, too, Drake, we can all hear you.”
“Which is exactly why we should team up! Little brothers have to stick together, y’know? It’s a rule.”
“Please. If it’s anything like Richard’s so-called rules–”
“Hey, if he gets to make things up, we get to make things up,” Tim interrupted, holding up a hand. “And the first rule of being a little brother in this household is that you have to band together against the older brothers.” What Tim didn’t say was that, with the big brothering streak Jason had been on over the last several months, there was a chance that he’d let them win. But that couldn’t be counted on, and Damian would have no interest in being patronized.
Damian pursed his lips, frowning, as he mulled over the suggestion. A few minutes ticked by, but Tim didn’t rush him. The whole concept of playfighting, which included tickling, was still new for his little brother.
“I think,” Damian said at last. “That this is an asinine idea that we will live to regret.”
Hearing the we will, Tim sat forward. “But you’ll help me?”
Damian nodded once, then his eyes flickered to the package sticking out of Tim’s pocket. “What is that?”
“Oh, this?” Tim yanked out the charcoal pencils and tossed them over to him. “General.”
“All four–”
“All four grades, yes.”
After turning the packet over in his hands to examine the quality of the instruments, Damian glanced back at Tim with – well, if not exactly a smile, the hint of one. “Bribes, Drake? Surely your negotiating skills are better than that, unless you spend your time at the company like Father’s…other persona. Not that it would be a stretch, of course.”
Tim just rolled his eyes and grinned. “They’re yours either way, brat. Noticed yours were getting worn down.” He picked up the cans of Zesti, dangling them from two of his fingers. “I also have a caffeinated offering.”
The reproach in Damian’s eyes was eerily similar to Alfred’s more withering looks, but he kept looking over at the soda even as he tried to stare Tim down.
“It’s disgusting, artificial syrup with no flavor profile–”
“Yeah, and you want one.”
“...if you’re insisting, as part of this…” Damian waved one of his hands in a gesture that absolutely wasn’t cute and Tim couldn’t say that or he’d get skewered. “Brother pact.”
“Great!” Tim yanked a can free and tossed it at Damian’s head, fully expecting him to catch it. “Our pact is sealed, then.”
He waited until Damian had the chance to actually open his Zesti and drink some, then opened his notebook.
“So, I’ve been taking notes on what Dick usually does when he’s got Jason pinned…”
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It was a beautiful midafternoon and Jason headed towards the library with mischief in mind. Well, it wasn’t really mischief, it was correct and required revenge – balancing the scales, evening the playing field, whatever. He knew that Tim was in there, probably trying to hide from him. Too bad, kid. Jason couldn’t just let Tim tickle him like that, even if Dickwing had started it, with no retribution.
And, come on, it’s not like the Baby Bird minded. He still melted into a mess of squeaky giggles and uselessly thrashing limbs every time Jason so much as poked him in the stomach. Tim was an incredibly competent fighter; he’d get away, or put up more of a struggle, if he really wanted to. He was still damn adorable, though, and Jason was beginning to realize that Tim would always, always hold a particular kind of baby brother trump card, especially when he bothered to unclench a bit and relax. Same for Damian.
Luckily, Jason was about to enforce some mandatory relaxation time.
He found Tim in the library sprawled out on the beanbag – on Jason’s beanbag – looking at something on his phone.
Jason took a heavy, threatening step into the library.
Immediately, Tim’s eyes flicked over to him and widened almost comically in panic. “Jason!”
“Hey, birdie,” Jason said, and he couldn’t resist letting out a bit of evil grin. “It’s time we had a talk.”
Halfway through his sentence, Tim was already scrambling to his feet even though his ankle caught in beanbag fabric and he almost went sprawling forward onto his face. “Uh – I actually have somewhere to be! Like, anywhere. Right now.” As he shuffled a few inches forwards, his foot caught again and actually tripped him this time.
“Oh – shit!”
When Tim went plummeting towards the floor, arms flailing out in a miserably uncoordinated attempt to break his fall, Jason darted forwards and fell to his knees, barely managing to get his shoulder under Tim’s stomach to break his fall. Tim’s breath flew out of his lungs in a whoosh and he stayed there for a second, trying to catch his breath.
“Christ, kid,” Jason grunted. “Can’t have you surviving the horrors of Gotham and beyond only to buy it on the goddamn hardwood floor.”
Tim snorted weakly. “I’m almost offended that you thought I couldn’t catch myself–NOW!”
As Jason flinched away from the sudden volume, a dense weight slammed into his back and knocked him off balance while two arms wound around his neck in a facsimile of a chokehold. He went careening onto his side – fucking ouch – beneath the weight of one, no, two little brothers. Fuckshitsonofabitch.
And he should have fucking known, because obviously Tim wouldn’t have had a fall that bad off of a beanbag, of all things, and also because if nothing else, Tim could be a tricksy little brat when he put his big ol’ brain to it. Honestly, Jason was kind of surprised this hadn’t happened earlier.
“Hey, Damian,” he gritted out.
“Todd,” Damian replied, tone clipped as he knelt on one of Jason’s arms, pulling the other back to join it.
Jason had fallen on his side, knees bent in one direction, and Tim had gone for efficiency rather than elegance and chose to sit on his legs, right up above his knees. Damian, meanwhile, had grappled Jason’s wrists as they were falling, and was tugging them behind his torso. It was a bit of a strain, but nothing painful.
The problem, though, was that Jason had absolutely no damn leverage. And his little brothers knew it.
“Hi!” Tim said brightly, smacking his hands together with a clap.
The rug itched against Jason’s face as he turned his head back just enough to be able to see Tim’s toothy grin. He wasn’t sneering or smirking – he genuinely looked pleased, it was his ‘successfully implemented an experiment and it worked’ smile, and…shit, Jason was going to have to pretend to be annoyed, wasn’t he? With all that had been going on lately, the kid needed a win.
Damian did too, probably.
Great.
“Hey there, brat,” Jason said. His neck twinged, so he let his head thunk back to the carpet. “What’s new in Timbitland?”
“Funny you should ask,” replied Tim, and suddenly someone’s slender fingers were nibbling little pinches into Jason’s exposed side.
Yeah, he’d known this was coming, but that didn’t stop a strangled snicker from shoving out past his teeth before he clamped his mouth shut.
“See,” Tim continued. “I figured you were gonna try and come after me today, so I enlisted Damian here to help me.” His ticklish pinches trailed back down Jason’s side, getting worryingly close to his hip. “It’s the perfect chance to try out my observations – see, I have notes. I’ve been paying attention to what Dick and B usually do to you…for self-defense purposes, of course.”
Hm. Maybe sending Tim sprawling and kicking Damian off was actually a good idea – but no, no, that would probably injure them, and Jason wanted to avoid that.
Of course the nerd had notes. He’d probably made a fuckin’ spreadsheet.
“I’ll end you,” Jason said, yanking on his arms just to make Damian struggle a bit more to hold him down. “Both of you, Dames.”
Damian, who’d been quiet up to that point, just tsked. “You would try, perhaps.”
God, Jason’s little brothers were growing up to be brats.
“Aww,” said Tim. “It’s cute that you’re trying not to laugh.”
“I–hey!” Jason yelped when Tim skittered over his lower ribs. He jerked, instinctively trying to curl his legs and arms in to protect his vulnerable torso.
“So, Damian.” That was Tim’s briefing voice. “According to my extensive research, we all pretty much agree that Jason’s worst spot is his hips. Does that match what you’ve observed?”
After a second, Damian grunted in the affirmative.
“Pay attention, this is important for you to know. It’s your first lesson on Crimelord Anatomy. So, Dad usually does this–”
Suddenly Jason’s mind blanked for a second when Tim abruptly squeezed his hip a few times in rapid succession. His whole body spasmed, trying to curl up again, as an absolutely mortifying shriek escaped his lungs. “Ti–HIM!”
Ever committed to being an annoying little shit, Tim just laughed, and it sounded delighted. “Obviously, it works. Makes him all shrieky, like, right away.” The whole time he talked he kept squeezing and digging his thumb into Jason’s hipbone, and Jason cackled as ticklish shudders made him flinch and jerk.
“This seems effective,” Damian said in an impeccably neutral tone that was somehow worse than if he’d just teased Jason straight-out.
“It totally is. But Dick usually doesn’t go for the squeezing and stuff, though – he just…here, hold on.”
The accursed squeezing finally stopped and Jason gasped, sucking down fresh air in big gulps while he could. Suddenly someone – Tim, still –pushed up his shirt, and then – oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck, then there were ten goddamned shitting fingers scribbling featherlight over his hip, and over the softer skin right above it, and Jason was actually going to die right there in the library. He couldn’t describe why this was so much worse, not being able to see who was tickling him and enduring the light skitters that somehow made his brain collapse into goo. There might not even be a word for how hard he was laughing, one side of his head pressed into the carpet as he twisted his shoulders, tried to drag his knees up to his chest, anything to make Tim’s fingers stop.
“T-Tihihimmy,” he finally gasped. “Shi–shihit, cut it ouhohaha–out!”
Tim didn’t take his hands away, but he stilled his fingers even though Jason’s skin was still crawling and he kept laughing into the rug.
“Notice a difference?” Tim asked Damian.
“Quite.”
“Okay, so that’s his hip. Well, hips, but you know what I mean. Going for his kill spot right away might seem strange, but it’s like...you gotta tenderize meat, yeah? Similar thing. Because he won’t giggle unless he’s already tired and out of it.”
Jason felt his ears burn and hated that this was getting to him – his little brother, his easily flustered and often squeaky giggle brat, shouldn’t ever be able to get the upper hand on teasing. At least Damian wasn’t also joining in.
“Crimelord Anatomy lesson number two, Dames,” Tim said, and Jason groaned. “His stomach.”
Oh, Christ.
“He’s generally ticklish there.” One of Tim’s hands dug into Jason’s upper abs, wriggling into the muscles. “Light laughter, and such.”
“Fuhuhuck you!” Jason managed through his snickers, and he definitely didn’t snort.
“But…” The tickling hand started making a swooping path down near Jason’s navel. He instinctively tried to suck in his stomach, and his legs twitched again. “He has a giggle spot here, too, it’s right under his belly button–” Tim wiggled a single finger into that soft spot, and indeed, Jason couldn’t stop the hiccupy giggles from pouring out of him. His cheeks burned, and he turned to smash his face into the carpet so his little brothers wouldn’t see him grinning like a snot-nosed toddler.
Damian shifted his grip on Jason’s wrists, moving to pin them down under his knees instead. The change barely registered until a second hand joined Tim on that wretched spot and Jason wheezed into the floor, shuddering as his instincts desperately tried to pillbug.
“Aww,” Tim cooed. “Isn’t it cute?”
“It is…endearing,” said Damian after several seconds, and he sounded grumpy about it but he kept tickling, letting his fingers wander around Jason’s stomach. “In a childish manner, of course.”
“That’s the whole point,” Tim chirped. Chirped. “So, anatomy lesson two-point-five is that you have to pin his legs to tickle him here and make him all giggly and loopy, because this Gotham-native crimelord will attempt to disguise himself as a pillbug to throw off potential attackers.”
Jason was maybe going to kill Tim for that one. When he tried to say as much, all that came out were more of those stupid fucking giggles, and he gave up. All he could do was laugh and accept the fact that any and all intimidation credit he’d built up was dissolving right before his eyes.
“Alright, we’re nearing the end of the allotted time slot for today’s class.” Tim clapped his hands together again. “But there’s one more foundational piece of knowledge for you.”
“Do share, Drake.”
“This is, what, lesson three? Okay, so. This crimelord might not be representative of the species, but he’s like…squishier than putty for back tickles. He can’t function. It’s kind of hilarious.” Tim continued on with the cadence of someone giving a pitch to a room full of business executives, like he was attending a board meeting at Wayne Enterprises.
“There’s here, on his lower back–” Tim shoved his hand under Jason’s shirt to run his nails over the small of his back, which was enough to have Jason spasming again as he shrieked into the floor and squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s like the nuclear launch codes for driving him crazy. That, plus – here, if you could just–”
And suddenly Damian’s slightly clumsier fingers were prodding at Jason’s hip.
“S–shuhut up!” Jason screeched, trying to roll onto his front. “Dames, dohohon’t you dahahahhare!”
“See?” Now Tim did sound a little smug. “RIP Jason’s brain cells. Anyways, so there’s that, but his spine is also good. And his shoulders. And basically everywhere. Kind of like playing chords on a piano.” He leaned forward, shifting in his spot on Jason’s legs to tickle over both of Jason’s shoulderblades while Damian kept tormenting his hip, now using both his hands – one to squeeze at the bone, the other to spider gently over the skin right above it, and Jason lost his everloving fucking mind and screamed.
The laughter that erupted from the very bottom of his being echoed around the library, maybe even rattled the windows, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t even breathe, and his nerves sparked and stretched taut with ticklish input that overloaded his brain. He stopped trying to thrash away and just melted there into a heap of shrieking cackles beneath his clever, devious little brothers. They weren’t supposed to know how to get him this good, it wasn’t fair. In fact, it should be illegal. Jason was going to call the army, or the police, or the Justice League –
“Holy fucking hotdog.”
Well, speaking of the police.
Of course. Of course, his older brother was going to appear now, when Jason was being tickled into an incoherent mess by their younger brothers. Why should he get to retain any dignity?
“Dick!” Tim said, and he blessedly, mercifully stopped torturing Jason’s shoulders. Damian seemed to take that as his cue, too, and lightened up his own tickling, but kept his palms flat on Jason’s hip. It helped stamp out the leftover phantom tickles.
“Is that – is that Jason?” Heavy footsteps came closer, but Jason didn’t have the energy to crane his head up to see his older brother.
“Surely your powers of deduction haven’t entirely eluded you, Richard,” Damian said, and holy shit, the kid was actually teasing Dick.
Tim rolled off of Jason’s legs and landed on his back in Jason’s line of sight, hands folded over his stomach as he gave Dick a beatific grin. “We really got him.”
Legs freed, Jason immediately curled up into a ball. Or, as close as he could get, with his arms still stuck under Damian.
“I’m proud of you, Baby Bird,” Dick replied. He crouched near Jason’s head, ruffled Tim’s hair, then nudged his elbow into Jason’s shoulder to jostle him a little. “I’ve never heard you shriek that loudly, Jay, I thought one of the kids was hurt.”
At ‘kids’, Damian clicked his tongue as he slid off of Jason’s wrists and hands, but he didn’t protest. Maybe he was finally learning that responding with ‘not a child’ didn’t help his case.
Since Jason still didn’t have the capacity to use his words, he just grunted and closed his eyes again.
“He got all blushy and giggly, too,” Tim said with a grin in his voice. “Just like when you get him.”
Dick laughed. “You’re learning well, Timmy. You too, Dames. Hey, what’s that?”
Something rustled, maybe the turning of a page. “Drake has been collecting evidence on Todd for several weeks, now, in preparation for this.”
“Never change, Baby Bird. ‘Anatomy of a Crimelord’? …oh, this is good. Mind if I take a picture?”
Jason’s eyes flew open and he scowled up at Dick, who was giving him a shit-eating grin. “Absolutely not, Dickface.”
In answer, Dick, who was holding Tim’s bullet journal, lightly thwacked it against Jason’s forehead. “I might not need it, you know. I’ve already got my own inventory for each of you.”
Tim sputtered something, and Jason couldn’t hold back his own grin. It was sweet how quickly a little teasing could turn Tim back into that squishy little giggle brat, when he wasn’t being a ruthless menace to Jason’s sanity.
“So, what prompted this? Damian, how’d Tim drag you into this?” As he voiced the question, Dick let himself fall sideways into a half-sitting, half-lounging position, propped up on one elbow while he reached out to smooth Jason’s hair out of his face.
“Well, I knew Jason was going to come after me,” Tim said. “And of course Damian helped me, it’s part of the rules.”
Smiling indulgently at him, Dick asked, “What rules?”
“Little brothers have to stick together. It’s a pact.”
The corners of Dick’s eyes crinkled with the hint of one of his mushier expressions, but he somehow held most of it back, probably to avoid embarrassing Damian.
Speaking of the other brat that comprised Jason’s package deal of little bothers, Damian smoothly pushed himself up and stepped over Jason to settle crosslegged between Dick and Tim.
And maybe it was a snowy day in hell, because Tim shuffled over to rest his head on Damian’s knee, and Damian, after a second’s consideration, rested his hand on top of Tim’s head.
In a flash, Dick whipped out his phone to take a picture of the moment.
Send it to me? Jason mouthed. His older brother winked and nodded as he pocketed his phone again.
“You know,” Dick said. “There’s the other side of that little brother pact, guys.”
Damian raised his eyebrows. “Surely there aren’t yet more of Father’s offspring to contend with.”
Jason snorted. He was pretty sure he knew where Dick was going. “Not that, demon brat, don’t worry.”
“Maybe it’s more like the other side of the equation. Little brothers have to stick together, but so do big brothers.”
Tim’s face visibly locked in a neutral expression as he stared into the middle distance, suddenly not willing to look at Jason or Dick. Damian, for his part, went entirely still.
Now this, Jason could get behind. He shot Dick an exaggerated grin. “Whaddya think, Dickwing? How should we do it?”
“Hmmm…” Dick did a very obvious sweep of both Tim and Damian, a mischievous grin playing over his face. “Maybe one of these movie nights, we stick Dami between us on the couch and each snag one of his knees. I bet we could get some really cute snorts and yelps out of him underneath all that sweet laughing.”
A half-strangled noise came from Damian as he, in a rare display of surprise, just stared back at Dick with wide eyes.
Jason smirked at him, then glanced back at Dick. “What about the Baby Bird?”
Tim scowled at him, squinting, but a faint pink flush was already coloring his face. His hands fidgeted where they were clasped over his stomach.
“Good question,” Dick mused, but his eyes twinkled as he assessed Tim. “I feel like, between the two of us, his ribs do get counted pretty frequently.”
Jason hummed in agreement. “Maybe we should try something new. Branch out, even.”
“What about raspberries on his ribs? We could each take a side.” Dick winked at Tim, who squeaked and crossed his arms over his chest. “That leaves hands free to tickle his tummy, too.”
It wasn’t often that Jason got to see Tim turn redder than a fire hydrant in less than a tenth of a second, but that did it. Tim flipped over to hide his face in his hands, still propped up on Damian’s leg.
After watching them squirm for a few more seconds, Dick let out a long sigh and reached out to ruffle Damian’s hair. “Not today, though, obviously.”
“Sure,” Jason agreed. “Not today.”
Soon, though. And this time he wouldn’t be taken off guard again.
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so as you can see I did tee up a potential sequel here so if anyone wants to see that I guess let me know??
The way you react when someone mentions so innocently how ticklish you are… it’s the same every time. You shift around, hesitate your smile and become so aware of everyone around you just to see if they noticed.
Of course, it’s so obvious. The way you didn’t plan on being so flustered? Laughing too fast in response? Bracing yourself for a tickling that isn’t even happening… that isn’t going to happen? That’s the part that gets you. Nothing happens.
You want it so bad. In fact just the idea alone… sitting there, hanging over you and making you feel so exposed. Are you remembering how sensitive you are? That awful feeling of anticipation?
Here you shall find all the fics and dabbles I’ve written over time here on my blog! I’ve made quite a bit, there’s a good chance something’s missing or a link might have stopped working. If you happen to notice that, don’t be shy to shoot me an ask and let me know! :D
LERning New Things About Ourselves -- Pineapple’s Fics!
Note From August: With Pineapple taking a break from tumblr until she’s an adult, I will be hosting her fic on my blog for the time being. You can find them under tags like pineapple fics and pineapple writing. Once she is back, they will be deleted from my blog and reposted to her own. Thanks for being understanding to her during this time! Don’t forget to show her your love!
Word Count: 9111 words
Characters: lee!Virgil, ler!Roman
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Virgil’s heart thudded out of his chest as he stared up at the maliciously coy smile leaning over him. He had never been so excited yet so terrified in his life. “So, darling,” cooed his captor. “Shall we begin your destruction?”
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It all started on that fateful day when Virgil Anthony decided to post an ad for a new roommate. His previous roommates, Patton and Logan each got married and moved away, leaving Virgil with an empty apartment and no friends.
He was surprisingly content with that reality had it not been for a silly little thing called “rent” that incessantly found itself worming its way into Virgil’s life, and grew impressively large throughout the months. So, deciding he wished to eat this month, he begrudgingly settled on posting a chipper little advertisement on their community college’s website requesting a new roommate, provided they could come up with $450 a month. Weeks passed by and he was starting to lose hope until finally, he got a reply. After a quick online interview, he found himself with a new roommate. Before Virgil knew it, it was moving day.
And that was when he met Roman Prince. Roman was… eccentric.. to say the least, but despite their slightly awkward interview, Virgil knew he was the one. And maybe it helped that he made twice what Virgil made in a week, and brought with him a flatscreen TV and a Switch. Just a little.
“Ahh! Hello!” greeted the man as he set down his suitcase on the steps leading to the apartment. “You must be Virgil!” He stuck out the newly freed hand to shake Virgil’s. Virgil accepted.
“Hey, dude. Yeah, and you must be Roman,” he acknowledged with a smile. “Do you need help with your stuff?”
sorry for romanticizing the mundane but the fact that laughter is infectious is so incredible to me. like yeah it's just a reaction to stimuli but the way it feels to hear someone laugh and feel yourself compelled to share that joy is really something. and it's so simple and requires no skill but it's so special and important to me.
