TICKLY ALPHABET ASK MEME - of course my love!! here is the special boi!!!
Q: Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?
it depends who asks!! if it's someone he isn't close with, he'll probably flush a little, shrug, and say something a bit snarky like "isn't everyone?" or just a simple "a bit". if it's a friend who definitely already knows the answer? he puts on a poker face and says "not at all" and waits to be proven wrong
T: Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
when bill teases his lee, he can't stop grinning. their laughter makes him laugh, and he loves to remind them just how ticklish they are, how helpless they are in that moment, and also how cute their laugh is. if he's the lee, he likes to remind them how he's absolutely gonna get revenge after it!
The fic for day 24 was so GOOD I love how they teamed up against Cas
[Fic link: TickleTober Day 24: I’m not ticklish] Thank you! The brothers Winchester are a fearsome duo, no matter the species. ;)
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anonymous said:
Honestly, stubborn Cas and playful Sam/Dean/Sam&Dean are the best. I think Sam in particular stands out to me because his more serious nature is contrasted with Dean, but I love where the brother bond together to do something fun. It's just so sweet, and frankly, more accurate than Sam refusing to loosen up.
Yes, I love that, too! Sam is more grounded, typically, but it seems he only “refuses to loosen up” when Dean is being more flippant than is appropriate for the situation. When things aren’t so serious, it doesn’t take much to pull him into a bit of play. :)
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anonymous said:
I've misses Wincestiel!! Even though you only published a fic on them a few days ago. But still!
I, too, have missed Wincestiel! Adding 50% more people than your standard pairing actually adds 200% more goodness. Triple the fluff, triple the fun.
Summary: Lucas finds himself on edge after Dustin reveals a certain weakness to Max. (Here’s my fic for the amazing @ticklesofcolor event, and my fic is for *drum roll* @anasticklefics!! So lucky to have gotten matched up with one of my dear friends. Thanks so much to @peachytickles and @tickle-bugs for setting this event up. Hope y’all enjoy this fluff for this underrated couple.)
Lucas never intended for Max to find out.
It was all Dustin’s fault, too, which made it even more annoying. If Max had found out during a cuddle session, maybe he could let it slide for the sweet memory.
But no. Thanks a lot, Dustin.
They had been hanging out at Mike’s, engrossed in a board game other than DnD for once, and Lucas made a particularly badass move that put his points quite far ahead.
Dustin, ever the sore loser, had reached over and poked at that stupid sensitive spot on his back, and Lucas had let out a pitiful yelp of laughter that made Max perk up like a dog hearing the squeak of their favorite toy.
“What was that?” she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Nothing,” Lucas said, at the same time that Dustin said: “Oh, that’s his tickle spot.”
Oh, Lucas was going to murder Dustin.
The spot beneath his shoulder blades, on either side, was equally as ticklish as Dustin’s stomach, or Mike’s neck, or Will’s ribs, and though it was an unconventional spot, his friends were all fully aware of it, and used it against him whenever they saw fit. To be fair, Lucas was usually on the side of dishing out the tickling rather than receiving it, so when they struck, it was often out of revenge.
He half-expected Max to strike right then and there, and the thought of his girlfriend making him giggle in front of his friends was embarrassing just to think about. It was totally different when they tickled him, because they were boys and of course they roughhoused, but with Max, it was more...intimate? He wasn’t sure of the right word. Plus, he knew the guys would find it hilarious if Max reduced him to a breathless mess.
But she didn’t make any move to test the fact.
“Good to know,” she said, only shooting Dustin a grin and wink, nothing more.
The game continued normally, but Lucas was just a little on edge. He’d expected Max to take the new information and run with it, but instead, she was doing absolutely nothing about it.
He should probably have felt relief at this fact. Having one’s ticklishness brought up in conversation, only to have it swept under the rug with no prodding fingers? That seemed like a rarity, at least, in his experience.
Maybe he should have been relieved, but Max’s nonchalance only raised red flags. She was totally plotting something, and therefore, he was totally screwed.
Lucas was on edge for the rest of their game, becoming a jumpy mess every time Max moved.
At one point, he swore he saw Max biting back a smile, when she reached across him to grab a card and he flinched. His hypervigilance went unnoticed by the others. Dustin and Will were too invested in the game, while El and Mike were mostly invested in each other.
Eventually, the game came to an end, declaring Will the winner, and they split up for the day, all having homework or chores or something to do.
Lucas always walked Max home. His parents instilled in him that it was the right thing to do, but mostly, he liked the extra moments he got to spend with her, alone, talking or just walking with fingers interlaced. But today, he was terrified to be alone with her. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to let her walk home alone. He was a gentleman, after all.
As he said goodbye to the others, Dustin shot him an apologetic (but mostly amused) smile, and Lucas flipped him off in response. Then, he was startled by Max grabbing onto his arm, but she only tugged him along the sidewalk, saying something about him walking too slow.
So, he gave Dustin one last glare before walking off with her, heart still pounding just a bit. He expected Max to pounce at any moment, but she was acting totally normal, as if she didn’t just discover a weakness of her boyfriend’s.
She chatted on about the game and the math homework she had to complete later, and Lucas offered to help her over the phone if she wanted. She shot him a smile and said she’d appreciate that, and gave his arm a playful little shove.
The casual, familiar banter soon calmed Lucas down as they approached Max’s house.
“Call you later?” she said.
He nodded. “Totally.”
A smile curled on her lips, and Lucas could have melted at the sight. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, then wrapped her arms around his middle to hug him.
He hugged her back around her neck, one hand idly stroking her red hair.
“Lucas?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me to thank Dustin for this.”
Lucas could barely process her words before both her hands were scribbling at that awful spot on his back, and an undignified squeak of laughter left his lips.
“Shit, Max!”
“What’s wrong?” she asked innocently, still holding him in an iron-tight hug.
His arms shot down but couldn’t reach around to pry her hands away. His knees buckled slightly, though he refused to let her take him to the concrete. Instead, he latched onto Max’s sides and squeezed, seeing retaliation as his only option to escape.
Max laughed, and the two of them were caught up in a fit of giggles that nearly left them sprawling on her front lawn. They called it even when they realized the less than ideal location for a tickle fight, and Max gave him one last kiss to the cheek before going inside.
Lucas, still flushed and buzzing with adrenaline, smiled to himself as he went on his way home.
Maybe he wasn’t so mad at Dustin for giving up his secret after all.
“I thought you were supposed to be the poetic one,” Bev replied, her smile fond.
The sheets were tangled beneath them, early morning light spilling into the room. Her head was on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around her waist. If you had told a fifteen-year-old Ben Hanscom that he’d wake up to this one day, he would have never believed you.
Ben chuckled. “I thought that was pretty profound, actually.”
After giving a little roll of her eyes, Beverly snuggled closer, burying her face in Ben’s neck, mumbling something that sounded like, “Need more sleep.”
But it was a beautiful day, and there was no way he was going to let his wife sleep in. Fingers danced up her sides, drawing the prettiest laugh he’d ever heard from her lips, smile bright as sunshine...See? He was totally poetic.
Send me the first line of a fic, and I’ll write the next 5.
ask meme // marry me, thanks for asking for my baby even though you aren’t in this fandom lol ily xoxo
1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?
a fuckin 10
2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?
armpits, hips, knees, and feet
3. which spots are they not ticklish?
literally no. touching his face can probably tickle him
4. what is their laugh like?
loud, hysterical, giggly, breathless, and he SNORTS so much
5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?
yes, platonically, and when he’s older, he definitely thinks of it in a kinky way. he just likes to laugh, and be touched, so mix them both, and he’s in heaven
6. are they more often a lee or ler, generally?
it’s pretty equal, but he winds up a lee pretty often because he’s too ticklish for his own good
7. who is someone in their life that they tickle often?
eddie, because he can never keep his hands off of him
8. who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?
all of the losers, but mainly stan and bev
9. does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?
yes, a lot, but he tries to brush it off and pretend it doesn’t
10. are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?
he’s not embarrassed about being ticklish, he just gets embarrassed about tickling as a thing, lol. he couldn’t deny or hide it if he wanted
11. would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?
depends on the spot, but he usually prefers getting Wrecked lol
12. is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?
he likes having his bad spots targeted, because he really just enjoys being like tickled breathless, but he really likes being tickled just about anywhere
13. is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?
honestly? the lack of boundaries this dude has when it comes to tickling is almost alarming. obviously, it depends on the person tickling him, but when it comes to the losers, basically anywhere is free real estate
14. would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?
oh, he does it all the time! richie is just literally annoying, even when he isn’t trying to be (and the losers all still adore him, but damn, does he ever shut up??) so it isn’t that hard to dial up his usual bouncing-off-the-walls, cracking jokes and poking fun to get them to take some action.
15. does teasing affect them?
so badly!! he can tease the others, but he always does it in his Voices bc it flusters him to say The T Word. any kind of teasing towards him can embarrass him pretty easily, but he’ll try to deflect it between his laughter. (”me? cute? i thihink you’re talkin’ about yourself eddie-spaGHETTI, WAIT NOT THERE!”)
You write being in the moment so well? In Bubbly, where we get to see them casually undress, pause, hesitate etc. It's just so lovely. It makes a moment which is probably about a minute long so intriguing. Combined with the little bit of flashbacks about how they met, it gave the ficlet so much life. Your writing is just so so great and it makes me miss watching supernatural which is a whole other feat. Thank you for the lovely content!
[Fic link: bubbly] Oh gosh, thank you for this wonderful compliment! Usually, I like taking the time to stand up the tone and setting, but sometimes you just wanna dive right into the action, you know?
(...she says, to make it sound like it was on purpose, while in reality, Cas’ first two lines were written down as a prompt for myself aaaaages ago, and finally I got sick of trying to work out the preface in my head and just wrote the scene I wanted and shoehorned the rest in.)
I guess it worked, though, because bubbly is now one among a select few posts that’s reached circulation outside of the TFB community, which always blows my mind a bit. Like, clearly not everyone who’s reblogging it is, shall we say, of a certain persuasion, but they’re sharing it anyway?? Wild. (I tag those outliers as #greatest hits, btw, in case anyone wants to try their hand at sleuthing and pattern recognition so they can tell me the secret to virality, lol.)
