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T-I  C-K  L-I  S

Request from this beautiful person right here: @randommusicaltickles

Jeffmads, Ticklish Discovery, Lee Jefferson

“That’s kinda creepy”

“I know”

“I mean, are you two related?”

Thomas Jefferson and his boyfriend James Madison had recently made the discovery that when Thomas put his hair into a high bun, he looked almost identical to Lafayette.

“No”, Thomas said, tugging at the elastic in his hair so that it could return to it’s normal lion-mane state; “I mean, he’s French, I’m Virginian, it’s highly unlikely”.

“But still possible”, James stated. Thomas just shrugged, “I guess so”. 

They were both seated on a red couch at Madison’s place, waiting for Alexander to come so that they could begin their meeting. But of course, it was best that Thomas took the elastic out of his hair before Hamilton arrived. However, the elastic had many of Jefferson’s sweet brown curls tangled in it, and it just wouldn’t budge. Jefferson cussed under his breath in his attempts to yank the thing out.

James noticed Thomas’s struggles and chuckled.

“Shut up”, Thomas whined, “Or at least help me”.

“Oh come on!”, James said, “It’s just an elastic. Le’mme try!”.

James reached his hand towards Thom’s hair, and Thomas whimpered and bum-jumped away.

“No! You might pull out some of my precious hair!”.

“Oh come’ere!”, James said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s torso. He scrapped his nails under the elastic and neatly pulled it out, just like that.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, James said, Thomas still in his clutches.

Thomas rolled his eyes, “Easy for you to say! You have sharp nails!”.

“Yeah”, said James, “Check out these bad boys!”. 

He wiggled his nails at Thomas smugly.

So, theres this strange phenomenon out there which has been strongly debated for as long as time itself. And that is, when a person is ticklish, they will give some reactions just by the sight of wiggling fingers. Perhaps it is due to anticipation. 

Reactions, in Thom’s case, was a squeal and curling himself inward in James’ arms.

James dropped his hand and burst out laughing.

“Th-homas wha-hat was tha-hat!”, James laughed.

Thomas’s tanned cheeks turned a rich shade of red.

James had never heard Thomas squeal before. When he was annoyed or mad he cussed and rolled his eyes like the sassy man he was, something as girlish as a squeal was the least likely thing you would expect from a person like Thomas Jefferson.

Thomas couldn’t speak, only watch in embarrassment as his lover laughed his damn head off. 

“Wait a sec”, James said, halting his laughter suddenly.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?”.

James smiled, “How do you keep an idiot in suspense?”.

Thomas whined, “Jaaaaaames!”.

Said man just grinned, “Or rather, how do you keep a man who is as ticklish as a five-year-old child in suspense?”.

Thomas’s ears ricked up at the word. Oh, that dreaded word.

“What do you mean?”, he asked, tying to maintain the usual sassy flair in his voice.

James’ grin tripled in size, you could see his white teeth glistening. 

“Well”, he began, “When I wiggled my gorgeous and flawless fingers at you, you squealed and turned into a little kitten baby, which is exactly how a little ticklish five-year-old child would react. Thomas, are you tick-”.

“No!”, Jefferson interrupted swiftly, too swiftly to be believable. 

“Nah”, James said, “You are the T-I  C-K  L-I  S”. With each letter, Madison scribled his fingers along a different section of Thom’s trapped torso and stomach. “H yeah, H yeah, your ticklish”.

“Lahahahazy rhyhyhyhyhymihihihng!”, Jefferson laughed. Even as he was being tickled out of his mind, he still had to make his usual sass-filled remarks.

“Lazy rhyming?”, James gasped, putting his non-tickling hand to his heart, “Why you little-”.

“NOHOHHOHO AHAHAH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”.

James had dug his fingers under Thom’s arms, and he was full on losing it. 

“Ooo, I think Iv’e found a good spot”, James teased.

“SHUHUHUHUHT YOUHOHOHUR DAHAHAHAHAMN MOUHOUHOUHOUTH!”, Jefferson cried, wiggling around like a worm.

“Wow, saying that when your in this position, you should know better Thommy”, James teased, digging the hand that wasn’t under Thom’s arm into his neck.

Thomas pinned his chin to his chest and started giggling. 

Giggling.

Madison stoped tickling under Thom’s arms and instead focussed on that sweet spot on his lovers neck. Thomas wasn’t screaming in laughter like he was before, he was just giggling and blushing lightly, his chin pinned to his chest.

“Oh my mother of sweet lord, thats adorable”, James stated, noticing that the lighter he wiggled his fingers, the more blushy and giggly it made Thomas.

“Hahahah nohohohoho”, Thomas whined through his giggle fit.

It would have to be seen to be believed. Thomas frickin’ Jefferson, being reduced to a child-like giggle fit and wiggling around like a worm in his boyfriends arms.

“Well, now I have a new favourite pass time, tickling your adorable widdle ticklish neck”, James cooed, watching how Jefferson’s face got redder with every word.

“Of course”, the shorter stated, lifting his fingers off of Thomas, “This is pretty good to”.

“Wait-NOHHOHOHOHHOHO AHAHAHAHAH JAHAHAHAHAHAHAMES!”.

Thomas went back into his uncontrollable laughing phase as James went back to attacking his deathly ticklish underarms.

“Shhhh, be quiet. We have to hear when Hamilton knocks on the door”, James teased as he tickled faster. Jeez, those nails could work magic.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!”, Jefferson screamed.

“Thats not very nice”, James pouted, “I am getting a little bored of this though”.

With that, James lifted his fingers. 

Just as Thomas was about to sit up and give his boyfriend some serious shit-talk, Madison wiggled his fingers kn the man’s neck once again.

“Nohohohoho”, Thomas giggled, “Whehehehehen wihihihihihill yohohhohou stohohohohop?”.

Madison felt like he could melt.

“Hmmmm, maybe when you stop laughing?”, Madison suggested.

“Nohohhoho”

James kept his boyfriend in a calm and steady flow of blushy giggles for a few more minutes.

“You know what I think?”, James asked his boyfriend. Jefferson didn’t respond. 

“I think you secretly love this, don’t you Thomas?”.

Thomas went redder, “Sohohohohohon ohohohof a bihihihihitch”.

James chuckled and lightened his touches. 

That was when James heard a knock at the door.

“Oh”, he grumbled, a little annoyed about having to stop, “Looks like Hamilton’s here”.

James let Thomas go and stood up, doing a nice big stretch. Thomas glared up at him, “You nugget-head”.

James snickered at the expression, and walked down the hallway to open up the door for.....

“Burr?”

“Erm, hello”, the short man said. He was clad in a white suit and purple tie.

“Uh, no offence, but what are you doing here?”, James asked, going back to being his usual, formal self.

“Erm, I was hoping that you’d, erm, let me be apart of this meeting”, Burr said.

James sighed: “My sincerest of apologies Burr, but this is a private meeting. Perhaps we could all catch up at some AH-!”.

Thomas, the cheeky muffin, had sneaked up beside James and poked his left side. James turned around in shock, not believing that Thomas would embarrass him when he was tying to be formal.  

Thomas just shrugged, “Let the man in, we’ll kick ‘im out when Hamilton gets here”.

James tilted his head at his boyfriend, before turning back to Burr, who was fumbling with his tie. 

“Come in Burr”, he said, stepping to the side.

Thomas crouched down slightly and whispered in James’ ear: “Don’t think I will be forgetting about your reaction buddy”. 

I guess that both Jefferson and Madison were the T-I  C-K  L-I  S, H yeah, H yeah, ticklish.

Woooo that was fun to write! Sorry it’s so short! Please give feedback because my back is starrrrrvvvviiiinnngggg.

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Truth Or Dare

Editted by: @lessangrypapercollector

Requested by: @randomgirlwholovestoreadatthree

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Thomas didn't exactly know what had gotten him into the situation he was currently in. He had somehow gotten stuck in a window, trying to impress his boyfriend and best friend. Both of them were laughing at his misfortune, much to Thom’s annoyance.

It all started a few hours before this moment. Thomas, James, and Alex we're all hanging out at Thom's place, playing board games and building a fort. They talked,joked, and poked fun at each other. That is, until the dreaded game was mentioned.

What game could possibly be this horrible that it made James shudder? The worst and most brutal game to ever exist! Your life was at the hands of your friends! How horrifying! It was….Truth or dare! Well, at least the game got that bad for the trio. Despite this fact,Alex had attempted to start the game.

"Truth or dare? Oh no, no no no. There is no way in hell I'm playing that damned game." Thomas said with a dramatic flare and crossed his arms, squinting at his boyfriend who just rolled his eyes.

"Oh stop being dramatic!" Alexander groans and shakes his head, rolling over onto his back and looking at the ceiling of the pillow fort. "Truth or dare isn't that bad!"

"That's coming from someone who hasn't had to lick a toilet seat. " James dead pans and stares Alex down, who laughs nervously.

"That- doesn't sound too bad! C’moonnn! There's literally nothing else to doooo!" He pouts a little, which got a chuckle from Thomas, and he shakes his head. 

"Y'know what? Fine, I'll play."

"Traitor!" James huffed, looking a bit betrayed.

"Oh stop being such a chicken, Jem."

The boy in question scrunches his nose up at the immature insult, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms.  "Really? Name calling? We're stooping that far? Fine. I'll play. But just to see you two suffer." He cracks a smile, which gained worried chuckles from the other two

So the game begun! The three went around, calling truths or dares; mainly dares because they're definitely not chicken or anything. Some of which included Alex managing to fit a whole raw egg in his mouth, Thomas having to show them a video of him back in the sixth grade singing "Chandelier" into a hair brush, and James being forced to allow the other two to do his makeup. This, of course, ended disastrously, and Jefferson and Hamilton nearly choked from how hard they laughed at the sight.

After a few more rounds James turned to the tall southerner and asked the dreaded question, "Truth or dare, Thommy?"

"Truth."

That response got a loud gasp from both of them and a scoff following it from the asker.

"Alright if you wanna play that game, is it true that you're a coward?"

"Me? A coward? No! How could you even ask that question?!"

"Then prove it, coward."

James’ challenge made Thomas' face a little red in anger.  He marched into the main part of the living room, opened a window, and started to climb through.

See, this wouldn't seem dangerous to a normal person; until you take into account how big Thomas was for a fifteen year old. He couldn't possibly make it through that window, and the other two quickly noticed that.

"U-Uh.... honey? I don't t-think that's a- uhm...a good idea-" Alex laughs nervously as he watches his boyfriend climb head first through the window. Thomas ignored him though, determined to prove them wrong. After a few more seconds of wiggling and struggling on Thomas’ part, James and Alex were astonished.

".. He actually made it through. What the fuck." James blinks as he watches the spectacle.

Everything was fine and dandy until Thomas let out a small grunt as his hips hit the metal frame of the window. That made him...nervous. He immediately tried to wiggle and squirm his way though, or at least back into the room, but much to his dismay, he couldn't.  

"Uuhh.. guys..” he says sheepishly, “I think I'm stuck."

There was silence in the room after he told them about his ordeal before those who weren’t stuck in the window started tolaugh their asses off. Thomas blushed bright red and cursed his choice of friends under his breath..

After a few seconds longer they calmed down and Alex let out  a small snort before walking over to the bottom half of his boyfriend."Alright, let's get this idiot free."

James grins and a mischievous glint could be seen in his eyes. "Wait wait wait,” he says, putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “I have a better idea." Thomas really, really didn't like his tone.

"What I'm sure your dearest boyfriend has yet to inform you of, is how dreadfully ticklish he is." James starts and stands on one side of the boy mentioned. He wiggles his fingers into Thomas’ exposed side, which caused a stream of giggles to pour from him. "See? Terribly ticklish. Oh, but don't let him fool you, he's sensitive just about everywhere~" He purrs and squeezes Thomas' thigh a good few times. This made Thomas laugh loudly, a flurry of snorts, pleas, and threats mixed in with his hysterics.

"I had no idea he was ticklish...and this whole time I've been basically letting him tickle me with no charge or consequence! Oh no no… this just won't do~" Alexander squeezes one of Thom's hips, which got a loud shriek from him.

"WAHAHAIT! Wa-Wahahait- Alex!! PleHEHEHEASE-!" The Virginian shrieks out as he felt nails start to lightly skim over his hips, the gentle feeling being unbearable for the poor kiddo. Alex smirks and keeps it up.

"Huh? What was that? I couldn't hear you over all this laughter! Such a shame, such a shame." He tsks as he draws agonizingly slow and light shapes into his boyfriend's hips. Meanwhile, James was wiggling his fingers across the small portion of exposed stomach, cooing at Thomas.

The combined feelings we're enough to get him laughing his heart out, squirming and trying to wiggle away from the feeling but to no avail. "NONONO- IHIHIHIHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY! DOHOHOHONT-"

"Don't? Don't what? " James hums in response, knowing good and well what kind of reaction he'd gain from his best friend. As he had predicted, Thomas let out an embarrassed squeak and his laughter getting louder.

"YOHOHOHOU AHAHALREADY KNOHOHOW Y-YOHOHOU JEHERK! "

"But do I? I really don't think I do.. "

"Oh.. oh my gosh.. can my dearest not say tickle? " The islander gasps dramatically, before grinning widely as he could hear the embarrassment on his boyfriend's voice. "Oh poor baby~ I'm gonna hold this above your head forever!"

All Thomas could really do at this point was hide his face in his hands and laugh his heart out as he was teased and tickled out of his mind. No matter how much he begged or pleaded with the two lers, it seemed to fall upon deaf ears.

They soon stopped as they heard Thomas' laughter fall silent, thankfully, though. The two gently turn him on his side and pull him right out of the window, easy as that. The poor boy was left in a giggly and out-of-breath mess on the floor; James scurried off to grab some water while Alex rubbed his back and comforted him.

When Jem came back Thomas quickly downed the water and sat up, wrapping his arms around himself and letting out a tired sigh. "Can we just.. nap for now?" He asked; all the tickling had worn him out and the weather definitely wasn’t helping his sudden sleepiness. His question got a chuckle from the other two, but they nodded, and all ventured back to the pillow fort.

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This is a tiny!au Jeffmads tickle fic! If you do not like anything in any of those media's please DO NOT read this or comment on this.

James paces around his room. He had just found a very small human(?) out side of his house in the rain. He (James assumed it was a he) was about the size of his hand. The small thing hadn't woken up yet. And James didn't think it was in his place to wake him up. Though he did check his temperature. Definite fever.

Just as the thought past his mind the small figure started to stir in the small blanket James had found.  This caused James to book it over to the blanket of his kitchen counter.

"H-Hello? Are you o-ok?" James whispers as he lightly pokes at the tiny man. He let out a small gasp as his eyes snapped open.

He looked around with a dazed kind of look, before looking up at James. His face instantly turned from confusion to fear.

"P-Please don't hurt me-!" The thing squeaks, attempt to curl up into a ball.

"No no no! I'd never hurt you. Your sick. I just want to help you" James replies in a soothing tone.

"W-Why should I t-trust you? Your just some r-random guy who decided it was a g-good idea to take a small human from out side and into his house!" The tiny male hisses, his eyes cold with fear and anger.

James knew something had happened to this small guy, and he wanted to know. He was going to take it slow and try and get to know him.

"Because you where passed out. And I was worried.. B-Beside that, what's your name?"

"Randolph Fancypants, nice to meet cha' " The smol male replies sarcastically and crosses his arms, rolling his arms.

"Ok. Guess that's what I'm calling you, Mr.Fancypants." James replies back with a smirk as he saw the small thing groan and face palm.

"There's no getting past you huh? Well, My name is Thomas. Thomas Jefferson."

"Thank you. I'm James Madison. Now, You have a fever and I refuse to let you go anywhere with out you better." James smiles at Thomas, who gave a small smile back.

James went over to pick Thomas up, only to be swatted away by the tiny southerner. "Don't. Touch."

"Oh-! Sorry!"

Thomas simply rolls his eyes, attempting to stand up but was hit with a huge amount of pain in his leg.

"AH! GOD DAMN IT" He hisses in pain, almost falling off the counter if it wasn't for James quickly catching him.

"Be careful! I-I think you twisted your ankle or something!" The darker skinned male says, a worried expression on his face.

"Well no shit Sherlock! It hurts like a butt-cheek on a stick!" James had to stop himself from laughing at the phase, "Damn your salty. You need to lighten up" He smirks lightly at Thomas, who looked confused and slightly worried at the same time.

"What does that mean? What are you going to d-" Thomas was cut off by a poke to his side, and him giggling.

"Holy heck that was adorable do it again" James grins, beginning to lightly scratch at Thomas' belly.

This elicited squeaky laughter from the poofy hairs tiny, as he attempts to bat James away.

"N-Nohoho! Stohohop-!" "But I only just started! You still seem pretty grumpy~" The larger male coos, keeping Thomas in place as he tickled the small thing.

Thomas' laughter spikes when he feels two thumbs rubbing against his hips. "NONONO- JAHAHAHAHAHAMES!"

"Wow! Didn't know could get that loud! Or high pitched! It's adorable~" James chuckles, watching Thomas face turn a deep red and look away.

"S-SHUHUHUT IHIHIT-!" The tiny hisses. James shakes his head, smirking. "Guess you really don't want this to stop do you? Welp, Time got drastic measures!"

"W-Wahahahait wHAT?!" Thomas squeaks, squirming nervously as James rolls up his shirt.

"Time for the grand finally!-" "N-No please no-" "You asked for this!-" "nO I DIDN'T JAMES I SWEAR TO GO-"

Thomas was cut of by a huge raspberry behind blown on his belly.

"OHOHOHOHO MYIHIHIHIHIHI SWEHEHEET BAHAHAHABY JEHEHEHEUS-!" He snorts, pretty much shaking with laughter. The feeling was far to intense for Thomas to fight back any and every reaction he had. Which resulted in adorkable snorts and squeals, that James adored.

"STAHAHAHAP-!" Was all Thomas could get out before he was driven into silent laughter. James stopped instantly, laughing nervously.

"Did I go t-to far? I'm so sorry. I can go get you some water if you'd lik-" James was cut off by Thomas shaking his head and hand. "No no. It's fine, I'm fine-! That was actually pretty nice.." Thomas mumbled the last part but James heard it neither less.

"Really? Well there's going to be a lot more tickles coming your way!"

"I don't know if I should be scared or happy"

"Both"

"Agreed"