how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)
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67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."
Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.
Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.
Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.
Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.
Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.
"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.
Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.
And the rest was history.
He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.
Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.
So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.
It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.
Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.
"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.
"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.
It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.
"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.
"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"
Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."
She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.
So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.
Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.
Oh, hi dear, I just discovered your prompts list and checked your fandoms list. And smiled a lot because you’ve got Maeve x Spencer on it. ♥️
May I ask for 62 or 93, please?
I wish you happy writing and loads of inspo, snacks and energy for this hopefully fun project. ☺️
drabble prompts!! // tysm for the request lovely!!!
62. "You're not exactly subtle." / 93. "I have things to do."
"Maeve, c'mon—"
"I have things to do," Maeve replies, but she's laughing when she says it, barely looking at the files in front of her.
"You've looked over that patient twice already," Spencer replies, coming up behind her at her desk, putting his arms around her shoulders from behind. "You don't miss things. If you're trying to avoid me..."
"Not at all!" she said, leaning back into his hold. "I just...I..."
"You're not exactly subtle," Spencer tells her, and she can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn her head. "If you want me to distract you from work, you could just say so."
His fingers easily find purchase in the curve of her sides, and she holds her breath as they begin to gently tickle, making goosebumps spread over her skin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking.
Spencer chuckles. "Of course you don't, doctor. Now, put down the file, and laugh for me."
hey i'm the rwrb anon - i just had headcanon alex to have really ticklish knees and had a prompt where maybe when alex and henry have to make public appearances, henry thinks it's his duty to squeeze his knees every time to try and embarrass him?
i'm sorry, i didn't have the energy to write a full-length fic about this, but i hope you enjoy this little drabble xo
Alex winces as his knee bangs into the table, making an audible thump and drawing the eyes of June, Nora, and Pez.
The club is loud and no one seems to notice, but Alex still blushes under Henry's gaze, trying to shoot him a look that implies warning, but it probably comes across more like pleading.
Henry just smirks and takes a sip of his drink, before giving a well-timed laugh at something Pez said. Alex is torn between giving him a punch to the shoulder and kiss on the lips.
Henry's large hand is still positioned on his left knee, and Alex has butterflies in his belly that are unrelated to the alcohol and the lights and the pound of the music — all he can focus on is that hand, fingers ready to squeeze and a laugh already hiding in the back of his throat.
Henry looks so fucking smug, it's infuriating. Alex feels the beginning of pressure on his knee and is already grinning before Henry starts to squeeze it again, and Alex laughs hard enough that it does catch everyone's attention then, and June gets this mischievous glint in her eyes that screams trouble, and then she's telling Henry that the backs of his knees are even worse, and the table is shaking and Nora is cheering for Henry to tickle him more, and Alex isn't even embarrassed because he just feels loved.
drabble prompts!! // thanks for the request!!
25. "Who's the one on top now, huh?"
Cho grins down at him wickedly.
A simple 1-on-1 Quidditch practice had become a wrestling match on the ground over the Snitch, which Harry had firmly gripped in his left hand. That's how they ended up on the field, Harry trying to pin her with his free hand and failing miserably, and eventually giving in to let Cho take the upper hand, straddling his waist, grinning at him.
"Who's the one on top now, huh?" she asks. "Give me the Snitch, Harry."
"I caught it fair and square!" he replies, clutching it tight to his chest, but he can't stop smiling like a fool. His cheeks are flushed, partially from the exertion, but also because she has him flustered beyond belief.
"Give it to me," she says again, all teasing and gleaming white teeth. "Or...I'll..."
"You'll what?"
Cho pauses, thinking. She clearly hasn't thought that far, and Harry tries to take his chance and roll out from under her, but she catches on and instinctively grabs onto his sides, making him yelp.
He watches the realization in her face, that Ravenclaw intellect working to help form her plan. Harry's green eyes widen as her fingers begin to dance over his sides, and laughter begins to spill from his mouth.
Cho's giggling along with him when he finally lets go of the Snitch, letting it roll off his chest and onto the field.
However, when Cho goes to pick it up, those little silver wings pop out, and it goes flitting away into the sky. She watches in surprise, then looks back at Harry, and seems to decide that he is to blame for the Snitch's behavior.
Her fingers find his ribs, and the Quidditch match is quickly forgotten.
for the prompts list if you’re still accepting (just delete this if you’re not): 8 with Sokka & Zuko? you can pick who you want doing what 😊
always happy to see you feeling good and excited to write, writer’s block is poo and i love seeing you in action 💪🏻
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8. “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”
Sokka was ridiculous, and it would have annoyed Zuko if he didn't find it so stupidly endearing.
Of course, when the ridiculousness led to Zuko also looking like a fool, he wished he could see through the thick fog of love and smack Sokka away like he would if he were a normal, not-smitten man.
"Sokka, I'm seherious—Stop!" he choked out, squirming like mad beneath the other's touch.
"What's that? I can barely understand you through all those giggles," Sokka replied, grinning.
"I don't giggle!" Zuko insisted, although he knew it was a lie.
"Um, yes, you do. And it's really adorable, too, have I ever told you that? I especially love how red your face gets when I give you all these compliments," Sokka rambled on, fingers still clawing into Zuko's sides with torturous precision. "Can you stop laughing? I'm trying to talk to you. How rude!"
"You just said it was cute!" Zuko replied. Sassing Sokka in that situation was probably not his smartest move, but if he was going down, he was going down fighting (half-heartedly, of course).
"It's absolutely adorable, but you're not listening to me when you're making such adorable sounds."
"Then quit it!"
"Hmm...No, I don't think I will."
Sokka was going to be the death of him. Zuko loved it more than he let on. Of course, Sokka knew.
Maybe some wolfstar tickle fluff where Sirius finds out that Remus has a stupidly ticklish neck? If not that's fine! Love your fics!
aw thank you!! i don't really see this turning into a full-length fic but i wrote you a little drabble for the idea, i hope you like it!! it's a little ~spicy~ at first but nothing explicit happens and it quickly derails into tickles lol :)
Sirius leans close, warm breath brushing against the collarbone of the boy before him, eyes dark with something like desire.
Remus lets out a shaky breath as the sensation goes from teasing air to deliberate lips kissing at the prominent curve of the bone, before creeping up towards the vulnerable skin of his throat.
The moment should be sexy, enticing, straight out of a wet dream, but Remus feels a giddy nervousness rise up within him as the lips on his neck begin to tickle rather than pleasure him.
The first giggle slips out when long hair drags across his skin, and Sirius pulls back and looks at him with confusion.
"Something funny?" he asks.
Remus, not thinking properly after all the kissing and wandering hands, shakes his head. "Just tickles," he admits, as if telling Sirius Black that information isn't like signing a contract with the Devil.
And the grin that appears on his face is certainly devilish, or at least, that's what Remus thinks before Sirius is back on him in a flash, this time with intent, lips placing quick, sloppy kisses to the left side of his neck, while long fingers scribble across the right.
Remus squeaks, a noise he'll deny for all eternity, and tries to scrunch his shoulders up for protection, but there's no use.
"Oh, Moony, I knew you were ticklish, but I never thought it'd get in the way of such activities!" Sirius croons. "Here I am, trying to make my boyfriend feel good, and he's giggling at me! Can you believe that?"
"I dohon't giggle!" Remus replies, half-heartedly pushing at the other's hands.
"I'm afraid you do, darling, and it is absolutely adorable."
And while the night goes differently than originally intended, it still ends with them both flushed, red-faced, and breathless.
I’m back at it again with my nonsense. If you feel up to it can you do Spencer/Derek lee Spencer with 51 or 6 please?
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6. “are you…? oh my god. you are.” / 51. “i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”
It all starts when Spencer, observant as ever, catches Derek flinching away from a scratch of Penelope's nails against his neck. Penelope barely notices, the movement so miniscule, but Spencer feels a delightful sense of mischief wash over him in that moment.
The next time he's got him alone, Spencer has to try it for himself. Everyone has left for the evening, even Hotch, leaving the bullpen empty except for the two of them.
Derek is mid-sentence, complaining about paperwork when Spencer reaches over the desk and prods two fingers into his side, and Derek's words cut off in a strangled sort of sound, not quite a laugh, but a reaction nevertheless.
"Are you...?" Spencer starts.
"Don't even think about it," Derek replies, giving the genius a warning look.
"Oh my god. You are. This is great," Spencer says, grinning. "Big, tough Agent Morgan is ticklish."
Derek sighs. "What's so great about it? Everyone is."
"Well, actually, most people are—"
"Is there anything you don't know?" Derek interrupts him.
"Well, until a minute ago, I didn't know that you're ticklish," Spencer replies, a smugness in his voice. "Now I know your weakness."
With an amused huff, Derek shakes his head. "Sorry, pretty boy. I'm not gonna be taken down by something as childish as tickling."
"Wanna bet?" Spencer asks, and before Derek can reply, he's already bringing his fingers back towards him.
He doesn't get far. Derek's hands grab ahold of his wrists, stopping his attack before it even starts, and suddenly, Spencer is regretting his cocky attitude. Because even if Derek won't be "taken down" by tickling, Spencer knows that he sure will be.
When Emily returns to the office a moment later, having forgotten her car keys, she walks in on Spencer shrieking with laughter while Derek holds his hands above his head with one hand, the other squeezing at his hip.
Derek notices her presence and offers her a casual smile, as if there's nothing odd about the situation.
"I'm not even gonna ask," she replies, shaking her head fondly. She walks right past them to grab the keys from her desk, then starts to leave the bullpen once again.
"Emily, hehelp!" Spencer cries.
"Sorry, I've gotta get home. Sergio misses me," she replies, offering him a look of fake sympathy over her shoulder. Of course, her cat probably couldn't give less of a fuck that she's not home, but all she knows is she's not getting involved in their ridiculousness.
As Derek's fingers climb higher, tweaking at his lowest rib, Spencer wails and kicks his legs, having been abandoned by his only hope of mercy.
Needless to say, no paperwork gets done that night.
Linny with number 25 please? If possible, if not I'll still gonna read everything you post anyway! Have a nice day
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#25: “you’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance.”
Luna knows she's playing with fire, but that's what makes it fun.
"She acts so tough, but Ginny is really just a sweetheart," she tells Neville. "She's secretly a huge softie."
Neville chuckles, sneaking a glance up at Ginny, whose cheeks are beginning to flush. "Is that so?" he asks.
Luna nods. "Oh, yes. She'd never hurt a fly."
“You’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance," Ginny says, placing her book down and shooting a very unconvincing glare in her girlfriend's direction.
Butterflies emerge from their cocoons inside of Luna's belly at the threat, and she raises her brows as if to challenge her. "See what I mean? She can't even threaten me well."
Neville's brown eyes flick between the two girls, then he decides that he's been distracted from his homework for long enough. Once his gaze is averted, Ginny pounces on Luna from behind, arms wrapping around her waist and digging into her sides, making the Ravenclaw girl squeal.
"Is it really a threat if you were practically begging for it?" Ginny asks, her tone hushed and lips brushing the shell of Luna's ear, so that Neville doesn't hear above the sound of high-pitched, airy giggling.
Of course, Ginny is a sweetheart to her, but Luna knows this ruthless side well. The thing is, she would never be so mean if she thought Luna didn't like it. It worked well: Ginny got to uphold her ferocious persona by making her girlfriend a breathless, giggling mess, and Luna got to enjoy being reduced to one.
