Summary: Jonah and Adam left the house, but Adam is frustrated about not knowing what’s in the basement.
Pairing: none
Word Count: 1,241
A/N: Finally finished one of my tmc fics!!! There are two or three little jokes in this one because I’m hilarious. Anyway, Adam totally didn’t go into the basement and I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Also, I did write the ridiculous line I was talking about… so have fun looking for it lmao
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Adam and Jonah stepped into their shared apartment after a long drive from the supposedly haunted house.
It took a lot of convincing to get Adam to come back to the car, but when he did come back, Jonah was more than relieved, even if Adam did pout for nearly the whole car ride.
The blonde flopped down on the couch with a huff, pout still glued to his expression.
Jonah, with hair more silver than silver, sat down next to him.
"I'm really happy you decided to come back with me, man." He said sincerely, patting Adam on the back. “I don't know what I would've done with myself if I had left you there."
The blonde nodded, avoiding eye contact.
“Yeah, I know… but I still wanna know what was in that damn basement… you should’ve heard it, dude, it’s like it was calling out to me!…" He groaned and buried his face in his hands, his frustration more prominent the longer he dwelled.
"I get it, man... but you can't mope about it forever."
Adam turned to glare at him.
"I can and I will, thank you very much.” He declared stubbornly with crossed arms. "Nothing can stop my pity party."
This gave Jonah an idea…
"Oh really? Are you sure? You know… I bet I can make you smile.” He said with a cheeky grin, one that typically spelled trouble.
The blue eyed boy furrowed his brows with confusion before scoffing, trying to appear unfazed.
“No fucking shot, Jonah. I’m gonna be pissed for as long as I want.”
This only made Jonah’s grin widen, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes “That's a pretty bold claim for someone as ticklish as you." He smirked and watched Adam's eyes widen.
"D-Don't you fucking dare...” Adam warned, narrowing his icy blue eyes.
Jonah chuckled and swiftly leaped at the blonde, pinning him to the couch.
"Okay Adam… give me one good reason not to tickle you right now." He grinned and wiggled his fingers in the air, knowing that always got to Adam.
Adam's eyes widened and he crawled to the other end of the couch to get away from his mischievous friend.
“B-Because if you do, I’ll k-kill you!”
Jonah knew that was an empty threat, and he gave an amused snicker.
“Yeah, right! If you killed me, who would pull your dumbass out of stupid situations?!”
The blonde growled, though it wasn’t very threatening.
“S-Shut up! Get away!”
But it was no use.
Jonah knew what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna stop until he got it… and what he wanted was for Adam to forget all about that stupid basement!
And smile, of course.
With no further hesitation, Jonah struck, going straight for his friend’s ribs, wiggling his fingers sporadically across the tender spot.
This resulted in a girlish squeal that Adam would frankly like to forget ever happened.
“EEK- J-JONAH, YOU AHAHASS! STOP IHIHIHIT!” Yelled Adam, squirming helplessly under his friend’s playful assault.
The pleasant sounds only encouraged the sly attacker and he let out a snicker of his own.
“Nope! I’m gonna tickle you until you’re laughing so hard, you won’t even remember what a cat is!”
Adam tried to produce a threatening growl, but his vocal chords wouldn’t allow it, too busy producing the mirthful, boisterous laughter.
He moved like a worm on a hook, wiggling every which way; but no matter where he went, Jonah’s skilled fingers followed, merciless in their pursuit.
Said skilled fingers skittered up and down Adam’s sides, making him shriek and guffaw.
“NOHOHO, N-NOT THERE- GAHAHAH!”
The silver haired boy ignored his friend’s pleas, giggling and adding a couple playful pinches.
“Why not? Does it tickleeee?~”
Adam’s cheeks carried a rosy red hue, Jonah’s teasing tone flustering him to his core.
“S-SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING SUHUHUHUCK!”
Jonah gasped, pulling his hands away to place them dramatically on his chest.
“I suck?! I saved your ass, thank you very much!” He poked his friend in the stomach, causing him to squeak.
Both boys took this squeak very differently.
Adam, eyes as wide as dinner plates, slapped his hands over his mouth, his already flushed face taking on a whole new shade of red.
As for Jonah… his eyes were just as wide, his hand freezing in its place as he processed the girly noise his best friend had just made.
This bewildered expression was quickly replaced with a devilish smirk and he gave Adam’s stomach another poke, eliciting another childish squeak, much to Adam’s embarrassment…
“Adam… what was that?” Jonah asked, already knowing the answer.
Adam’s response was a hardly one at all.
“Uh- well- um…”
Jonah was heavily amused… he’d never seen Adam look so flustered.
“Adaaaam~” he sang, letting his hands hover just above the blonde’s stomach, watching for his reaction.
Adam’s squirming ramped up, flailing to try and avoid the attack.
“Jonah, d-don’t you fucking dare!”
“Oh, I think I will!”
With that, he snuck his hands under the fabric of Adam’s hoodie, digging into the soft flesh underneath.
Adam burst into shrill, boyish laughter, squealing and kicking his legs.
“NAHAHAH- JONAHAHAH!” He squawked, weakly shoving at the offending hands.
Jonah giggled with delight, finding the frantic reactions quite adorable.
“What’s wrong? Too ticklish? Hehe~”
Adam was, indeed, too ticklish.
He bucked his hips and shook his head, his messy blonde hair becoming even messier.
“J-JONAH, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!”
Jonah slowed his fingers, giving his friend some momentary reprieve.
“Hmm… I don’t know, Adam… answer this question and I might let you go.” He smirked. “what’s a cat?”
Adam, still catching his breath, blinked with bewilderment.
“What?”
“You heard me! What’s a cat?”
Jonah slowly lifted Adam’s hoodie to reveal the pale skin, causing Adam to squirm more frantically.
“I-It’s an annoying animal with pointy ears that says meow!!!”
The silver haired boy gave a teasing smile.
“You still remember what a cat is?! I guess I have to tickle you even more!”
Before Adam could respond, Jonah bent over and blew a messy raspberry on his friend’s tummy, making him shriek and buck his hips.
After a few playful raspberries, Adam’s laughter was reduced to gasps and wheezes, his cheeks flushed and stained with mirthful tears.
Seeing his best friend couldn’t take anymore, Jonah relented, getting off of Adam and chuckling.
Adam wrapped his arms around his midriff, panting and giggling still, a big, goofy smile on his face.
For a few moments, the room was mostly silent, the only sounds being Adam’s breathy leftover giggles as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally, Jonah spoke up.
“So? How are you feeling?” He asked, an amused smile on his face.
The blonde initially wanted to glare and say something snarky, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Actually… much better.” He admitted, sheepishly looking away.
Jonah’s heart filled with pride, glad he was able to cure his friend of his grumpiness.
“I’m glad… now, why don’t we go do something that doesn’t have anything to do with stupid cat alternates?” He laughs, nudging Adam in the shoulder.
Adam laughed back, sitting up and swatting Jonah’s hand away.
“Sounds good to me.”
And so, the rest of their night was full of laughter, ridiculous conversations, and snacks.
And although Adam never figured out what was in that basement, he decided to get over it and move on, because Jonah was right…
Jonah and Adam are taking the long drive to a client's address to help a lady bring her dead cat to heaven. On the way, Jonah accidentally finds out a funny secret about Adam, which only temporarily distracts him from the alternates that start to plague them...
A Mandela Catalogue fanfic! Who would've guessed? I hope you enjoy!
Jonah and Adam were sitting in the car, driving to this person’s location. They had scored a deal with a woman who claimed she had been experiencing a cat ghost. Though they would be staying 3 nights at the stranger’s house, the woman offered them $500 a night, which was A LOT, especially for a call and request that had almost nothing to do with alternates.
They drove in the car, occasionally switching drivers so they each could get a break. It was tiring driving for hours on end. And though Adam could drive for at least 3 hours, Jonah felt bad for having Adam drive so much. So, he offered to drive for a while.
“You sure?” Adam asked. “Cause I could still go another hour.” He told him.
“Positive. You should take some time to rest.” Jonah told him.
Adam shrugged his shoulders and pulled over for a moment. “Fine.” He said as he turned the steering wheel.
Jonah waited for the car to be put into park, before taking off his seatbelt and hopping out of the car. They switched spots with Adam in the passenger side and Jonah in the driver's seat. Adam cleared his throat as he stretched himself out, visibly tired.
Jonah put the car back into drive and pulled back onto the road. It was dusk, meaning it was somewhat daylight but slowly growing darker. Jonah took a moment to adjust himself on the road, before speeding up a slight bit. He began to go about 65 miles in a 55 mile zone. He knew he could increase the speed a bit more if he wanted to, but he wanted to wait a bit first.
Adam sighed and pulled out the camcorder to delete some irrelevant pictures and videos from the SD card.
Jonah struck up a conversation. “You’re not at all worried about the fact that a cat ghost is taking over this lady’s house?” Jonah asked.
Adam shook his head. “Nope. Either it’s going to keep meowing at me, or there’ll be nothing to worry about.” Adam replied.
“And if it’s fake…then we get the heck out of here?” Jonah asked.
“Nope. Then we get a 3-night stay at a stranger's house for free, plus a $1500 payday.” Adam replied.
“True…” Jonah muttered.
By now, it was dark outside. The only lights that were lighting their way were the car lights. The car GPS was still explaining to them where to go, while Jonah followed it and listened to Adam at the same time.
Adam, on the other hand, had deleted another collection of photos from his camcorder. “Trust me…this entire deal will be worth it.” Adam replied.
“Aw, come on man…” Jonah turned to look at him out of the corner of his eye. “You know I already trust you.” Jonah said, poking Adam’s ribs.
Adam jumped and grunted, dropping the camcorder and covering his mouth when he realized how high the grunt had sounded.
“Holy- was that you?!” Jonah reacted with surprise.
Adam didn’t confirm, nor deny him. The truth was…Adam had always had a slightly girly voice…but this sound was abnormally high, even for him! “Uhhh…” Adam muttered, unsure what to say.
Jonah brought his right hand over, scaring Adam for a moment. But all the man did was grab the camcorder and put it into the car’s glove box. But when that was dealt with, Jonah brought his hand up and poked Adam’s ribs again, more out of curiosity than playfulness this time.
Adam tried to push his hand away, but still felt enough of a poke to cause a devastating reaction: A mouse-like squeak.
“Oho my god!” Jonah brought his hand back and looked at Adam. “Are you ticklish?” He asked.
If Adam wasn’t flustered before, he certainly was now. “...No.” Adam replied.
“Liar.” Jonah argued.
“Am not!” Adam argued back.
“Then explain the door squeak that left your mouth just now.” Jonah told him, looking at the road occasionally.
Adam stayed silent, refusing to say anything. If he lied, he would never get out of this. But if he told the truth…then maybe he’ll get out of this without further worries.
Adam sighed. “Fine. Yes, I’m a little ticklish.” Adam replied.
And then he heard it…a snicker coming from Jonah’s mouth.
Adam turned to look at Jonah super quickly. “Don’t even consider trying it.” Adam warned.
“Trying what?” Jonah asked.
“Tickling me.” Adam told him. “Don’t try it.” Adam ordered.
“Or what?” Jonah asked, wiggling his fingers at him as he focused on the road.
“Or…I’ll get you back.” Adam told him.
“I’m not ticklish.” Jonah told him.
“Don’t give me that shit.” Adam warned, before poking Jonah’s sides and ribs. “You gotta be ticklish somewhere.” Adam argued.
Jonah didn’t even flinch. He just kept driving while Adam desperately tried to tickle him. “Sorry, Adam. I’m just not.” Jonah told him. Adam tried the armpits next, groaning in annoyance when Jonah didn’t react. He tried the neck, but growled when it did nothing. Jonah just laughed. “I’m bulletproof.” he replied.
Eventually, Adam gave up. “That’s bullshit!” Adam reacted.
“You on the other hand…” Jonah’s hand touched down on his ribs. “-are so ticklish, you can’t even hide it.” Jonah teased, squeezing the ribs.
Adam wheezed and hung his head, before attempting to remove his stupid friend’s hand from his ribs. “Don’t you dare-gahahAHAHA!” Adam squeaked again, replicating his squeak from earlier.
“Ooooh! What about here?” Jonah asked, poking his sides.
“Youfuckin- NaaaAAHAHaha! You suhuhuck!” Adam yelled, struggling to push him away.
“Better be careful that the ghost cat doesn’t find out about this. Wouldn’t want him to start tickling you during our ticket out of here.” Jonah told him.
“Ihihihi- eeEEK! NAHAHAHA!” Adam laughed loudly.
“Wow! I guess the armpits are your worst spot?” Jonah asked.
“YEHEHEHESSS! HAHAHAHA- FUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Adam shouted at him as he tried and failed to stop Jonah.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cool it! I’m not killing you, I swear!” Jonah reacted, struggling slightly as Adam started physically fighting him.
“HAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAPPHEKGK!” Adam shouted, his words starting to go all garbled.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonah asked. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your girly gaggles.”
“IHIHIHIHI- HAHAHAHAGKENLRKTJSrGKTjwktJ!” Adam screamed, his words becoming more nonsensical.
Jonah widened his eyes as he struggled to understand him. “....W-What?” He asked.
“AGVMTNEUO)#!” Adam shouted, making even less sense now.
“I…” Jonah stopped tickling and pulled out the camcorder. “Keep talking.” Jonah ordered before clicking the recording button.
“SVTIEOZ:$(%@!^)*_+L-!” Adam shouted, showing anger and annoyance.
Jonah turned off the camcorder and quickly pulled the car over into a long property driveway. Once it was put into park, Jonah turned to get a proper look at Adam. “Adam-”
Adam’s face looked completely melted…and his eyes were black with white dots in the middle.
Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. “-W-WhAT?!” Jonah shouted, horrified.
Jonah must’ve blinked or something…because Adam’s face, and speech went completely back to normal.
“Jonah…Are you deaf or something? Hello?” Adam asked, snapping his fingers.
Jonah stared at Adam, confused, but freaked out. “U-Uh…”
Adam sighed and grabbed the camcorder from Jonah’s hand. “Why would you record me?” Adam asked, pulling up the video.
Jonah watched the camcorder’s screen as it switched on, and watched the video play out.
“Keep talking about what?! You’re making no sense!” The video version of Adam yelled at the camera.
Jonah’s nerves slowly began to lessen as he finally understood what he had said before. “Okay…I think I’m okay.” Jonah admitted.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Adam admitted.
“No…I didn’t.” Jonah admitted. “Just…” He shook his head and focused on the windshield. “Nevermind. Let’s keep going.” Jonah decided.
Adam placed his hand onto the steering wheel. “Hold on…” He ordered.
Jonah bit his lip and sighed, before looking at Adam awkwardly. “Y-Yeah?” He replied.
“I think it’s better if I drive.” Adam told him.
“What?! No. You barely got a break.” Jonah argued.
“You lost your mind back there…that cannot be happening while you’re driving.” Adam reminded him.
Jonah sighed a bit louder, slightly annoyed. “Fine…maybe you’re right.” Jonah responded.
Jonah and Adam switched seats, and went back into the car. Jonah was back in the passenger seat, while Adam was in the driver’s seat. Adam put his seatbelt on, put the camcorder back into the glove box and pulled the car out of the long driveway.
Hear me OUUUT. Jonah always tickles Adam to „Cheer him up”.NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE. I can imagine that after we saw the pic saying: „Adam trying to fix the car while i eat chips LMAO-Jonah” Adam saw it and their conversation looked like this:
-„JONAH I WILL…Ugh..u fucking idiot..”
-„HEYYY! As first. DONT CALL ME THAT second. I will help u!”
-„PFTT mhmm.. How? The car is almost fixed.”
-„Nono its not about the car its about ur mood! Ur a lill grumpy now after u saw that pic.”
-„My mo- No Jonah. JONA-„
And then Jonah tickles the shit out of Adam 😊(dw Adam does the same LMAOO)
Disclaimer: I do not own Mandela catalog or it’s characters.
Parings: I had platonic in mind while writing this but it could be read as jonadam 🤷♀️
Characters: Jonah Marshall, Adam Murray
Summary: Adam refuses to take a break from working.
A/N- I wrote this also very late at night and it’s very lazy but that’s when I got motivation to write and also I had ler!jonah and lee!adam on the brain 😥
If it wasn’t obvious already, this is a tickle fic.
Please don’t read if it makes you uncomfy. ❤️
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Adam was at his desk, scribbling notes about ghosts and demons and what not.
He’d been at it for hours, refusing to take a break.
Suddenly he heard a knock on his door.
“Yeah?” The door opened and it was none other than his best friend/roommate.
“What’s up, asshole!” Jonah said, playfully.
He walked over to the desk where the blonde sat.
The desk was littered in empty water bottles and crumbled up pieces of paper with little notes scattered about.
Jonah frowned. He hated when Adam overworked himself.
“Really dude? Again?” He crossed his arms and glared at the clearly exhausted mess.
“What?”
Jonah raised a brow and gestured to the messy desk.
“Come on man, this stuff is really important! Especially the notes…I have to know that stuff!”
Adam tried to make an excuse; Jonah was not having it.
“Adam, you shouldn’t work this much. You have to take a breather every now and again.”
The blonde rolled his eyes and continued his studies.
Suddenly, Jonah was hit was a mischievous idea.
“You know, I’ve heard complaints about a monster in this very apartment..”
Jonah tried to sound as serious as possible.
Adam perked up a little, clearly interested in whatever ‘monster’ Jonah was on about.
“What kind of monster?” He asked curiously.
Jonah shook his head.
“I don’t think you wanna know…”
Adam grunted in annoyance as he punched his friend in the arm.
“Of course I wanna know, dumbass! What is it?!”
Jonah sighed.
“Well… I tried to warn you.”
“It’s the…” he paused for dramatic effect.
Adam’s curiosity was evident on his face.
Jonah made claws with his hands.
“THE TICKLE MONSTER!!” He yelled with a playful growl, clawing at his friend’s ribs.
“Wait- What- hEHEHEY!” Completely taken aback, the blonde immediately shrieked and tried to squirm away from the evil fingers.
Of course being in his chair still, he couldn’t go very far.
“WHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOING?!”
“Well, based on your reactions…I’m pretty sure I’m tickling you. I could be wrong though.”
Jonah grinned.
“Although, I’m usually not wrong.”
Hearing Adam laugh was always a treat.
Sometimes, Adam could get really grumpy; Whenever that happens, Jonah usually tickles him until he feels better.
It may be silly, but it always seemed to work.
“You haven’t been taking very good care of yourself lately… are you sure you still have all your ribs?”
Adam’s eyes widened, he knew where this was going.
“I-I do, I dohoho!!” He twisted in his seat, giggling in anticipation.
“Hm, I don’t know…I better make sure. Better safe than sorry, right?”
The attacker laughed when Adam frantically shook his head.
“One.. two..” He pressed fingers into each rib he counted, which proved to be very affective.
Adam screeched and twisted his hips, eyes squeezed shut while a bright smile forced its way onto his face, unable to conceal his joy.
“SHIHIHIHIT!! JONAHAHAH!!”
“Adam! You interrupted me. Now I have to start over.” He huffed. “Oneee.. twooo…”
The blonde hid his face in his hands.
“N-NOHOHO! SOME- SOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”
He pleaded through his laughter, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Jonah laughed with him.
“Okay okay…Somewhere else.” He pondered, giving the boy a breather.
Noticing the others shirt had risen up from the rib tickles, he smirked.
Without warning, he wiggled his fingers into the patch skin.
Adam squealed, his laughter rising in pitch.
“Aw, does someone have a ticklish tummy? That’s so cute!”
Adam’s face flushed a dark red at the teases.
“NAHAH! SHUT UHUHUP!! J-JoNAH!”
“Hate to break it to you Adam, but Jonah isn’t here anymore. Just the tickle monster!”
As much as Jonah loved listening to Adam’s precious laughter, he knew he’d have to wrap it up pretty soon.
“You know, I’m kind of hungry.” He hummed.
“T-THEN GEHET FOOD FROM THEHE K-KITCHEN!” Adam snarked.
Jonah grinned deviously, knowing exactly how he wanted to end this.
“I don’t want food from the kitchen…” he started.
“I want… Raspberries!” Suddenly, his lips connected to the blondes stomach and he blew several lazy raspberries.
Adam squealed as loud cheerful laughter fell from his mouth.
Snorts and hiccups mixed with the laughter as mirthful tears rolled down his red cheeks.
“JONAHAH! NOHOHO!! IHIHIT T-TIC-TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!!”
He felt Jonah smile into his skin.
After one last raspberry, Jonah pulled back and let the poor boy relax.
Adam went limp in his chair, panting heavily while leftover giggles escaped.
He tried to pout at Jonah despite the silly smile on his face.
“You’re a dihihick..” He lightly smacked Jonah in the arm.
