Jackie goes to the club with Chase, Marvin and Shawn. A bunch of shenanigans happen, and Jackie ends up making a big mistake while drunk off his ass!
So...Funny story about this fanfic: I had written this entire fanfic while I was tipsy or drunk. Only thing is, I didn't write it all at once. I had written the first 2 pages while drunk the first time I had gotten drunk at the club. Then, I wrote 3 more pages while extra drunk on my second clubbing experience. And then the last page, I wrote the third time I had gotten drunk after going to the club. Yes, I was doing a lot of clubbing. But this fanfic had been in the works for exactly 2 weeks. So with that in mind, I hope you enjoy!
I was downing a Moscow Mule, not even caring about how much I was drinking all at once. It was Chase’s birthday, and I never EVER let myself have fun. I am always the sober one who gets a cab, or IS the cab to get my friends home. But you know what? I’m giving up my seat tonight. Tonight is my time to treat myself. And what better way to treat myself, then to let myself get drunk at the club?!
Yes, I know it’s not MY birthday…But Chase legitimately told me “We’re gonna get SHITFACED TONIGHT!”. And why the fuck wouldn’t I take that chance?!
We had walked into the club at about 11:30pm, and showed the doorman our ID’s. Being undercover, I didn’t feel a need to pull out my ‘Jackieboy Man’ persona. I’m just Jack tonight. Average Jack.
I finished my Moscow Mule, and put the empty bottle onto the table. I had promised to be the ‘breadwinner’ tonight. I didn’t save up all this cash for nothing…I might as well use some of it tonight. I had originally paid for Chase, Shawn and Marvin to get into the club with me. We had all gotten a black star on the back of our hands, to signify the fact that ‘we paid already, and we can come back whenever we need to.
Chase and Shawn had gotten themselves whiskey sours, and were enjoying their drinks. I could feel the buzz hitting already. It probably helped that I had pretty much downed the whole thing without even taking a break to breathe. Though I am well aware of how dangerous this can be, I am an impatient fuck who wants the buzz as soon as possible.
And I most certainly got it! The buzz took hold rather quickly. I could feel my body moving a little more smoothly and freely. I felt like I could move myself around without a care in the world. No worries about who’s watching me or judging me…just dancing and genuinely enjoying myself. It helped that Chase, Marvin and Shawn were all cheering me on as I swayed my hips, shuffled my feet, and let my arms flow to the beat of the song. The DJ was mostly playing hip hop music, which helped motivate me to dance further.
Things were going really well…And they only got better once a young lady started dancing her way up to me.
I started dancing alongside her, watching her move her hips and spin her brown hair. She wasn’t dressed up very sexually considering where she was. She was actually dressed in overalls, of all things, which made her stand out in the group…In a good way, of course. She was really pretty in her own way…
I watched her every move, sensing her lack of experience. Truth was, I was a little inexperienced myself. I don’t really go clubbing very often. I never really have the time. This is a super rare moment for me…and it appears to be the same way for her.
I offered my right hand to her, and she surprisingly took it! I kept dancing, making sure to take things slowly and comfortably. She seemed to visibly appreciate the patience I was showing her.
I lifted her arm up, prepared to spin her. She happily took it, spinning around and throwing her long hair around as she spun. Just her flowing hair was enough to enchant me. It made me feel things I hadn’t felt in ages…For once in my life…All I felt was butterflies in my stomach…
…Or maybe it was the cocktail making me feel things…
She brought herself closer and tried to tell me something. It was hard to understand her due to how loud the club music was…so I leaned in and tried to ask her what she was trying to say.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” She asked me.
I smiled and leaned into her ear. “JACK.” I yelled back. I had noticed the blue ear plugs she was wearing, but sensed that she could still hear me somehow.
“NATALIE!” She yelled back with a wide smile.
I smiled brightly and kept dancing with her. She seemed to be watching my movements, and following them a little bit. I looked over at my friends, who were recording me on their phones. I rolled my eyes, expecting nothing less but bigotry from them. They were a lot more drunk than me, so…go figure. They clearly can’t get over how quickly I managed to find a girl to dance with…
I slid myself a little closer, and took her hand once again. We danced and moved to the music, just enjoying the beat together. When the chorus hit, I lifted her hand up again to spin her. She took the invitation and spun around, her straightened hair flying around again. I let her spin around again, watching as she took the invitation and spun around with her eyes closed this time. She looked quite comfortable dancing with me. And I’m glad I can bring her that momentary sense of security.
I let go of her hand, and went back to dancing on my own. I watched as she danced her way back to her own friends, and I turned to look at my own friends. Chase was too busy taking selfies with Marvin, while Shawn was walking up to me. “WHY DID YOU LET HER GO?!” Shawn asked me.
“SHE NEEDS A REST!” I replied, just guessing.
“ARE HER OTHER FRIENDS SINGLE?” Shawn asked.
“I DON’T FUCKIN’ KNOW!” I replied.
“ASK!” Shawn ordered me.
“YOU ASK!” I yelled back to him with a laugh.
“NO!” Shawn laughed.
Someone walked up and squeezed Shawn’s sides, making him squeak. “HE’S TOO MUCH OF A PUUUUSSY.” Marvin teased.
Shawn grabbed Marvin and pushed him into the reserved seating sofa. “WHO DA FUCK YOU CALLING PUSSY?!” He shouted as he jumped onto the sofa and squeezed Marvin’s sides multiple times.
“OH, KEEP DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE.” Shawn replied, scratching at his sides now.
I rolled my eyes. It’s not the first time Shawn and Marvin have tickled each other while they’re drunk…It happens more often than they’d both like to admit. Though I’d normally find it rather amusing, we’re currently in a public place…Why here of all places?!
I ordered myself another drink to keep the tipsy feeling going. It felt great, and I didn’t want it to stop. I received the drink: A cinnamarita. It’s a cocktail made of tequila, orange, cinnamon, and…idk…it sounded good when I found it on the menu. I picked up the drink and tried it.
And OH MY GOSH- It was SO GOOD! It’s super addicting! I can’t stop drinking it! I want it all in my mouth! Don’t stop!
“Whoa there, Jack.” A hand pulled away the straw. “Slow down, will ya?” The person told me.
I looked up with an annoyed frown, recognizing exactly who it was. This dude…seriously. “Why do you gotta tell me what to do?” I asked Chase.
“Because you've already downed half the thing! Keep acting like that, and you’ll be banned from getting more drinks.” Chase told me.
I sighed and stared him down. “I am a grown man just like you. I can handle it.” I tried to tell him.
Chase sighed and put down his pineapple daiquiri. “Don’t make me do it.” Chase warned.
I narrowed my eyes. “Do what?”
Before I knew it, Chase was wiggling his fingers at me. I scoffed. “Oh please…” I said as I put my drink down. “I’m not ticklish. You know this.”
Chase rolled his eyes. “I haven’t even had a chance to figure it out.” Chase mentioned. “How do I know you’re not ticklish, if you won’t even let me try?” He asked.
“Simple: You take my word for it.” I shot back.
“But that’s the thing:” He says. I narrow my eyes at him, preparing for the worst. I wanna know what ‘thing’ he’s talking about. “Take my hand.” He told me, holding out his hand.
I look down at his hand. “Okay.” I grab his hand, not expecting him to do much. The worst he can do is kiss the back of my hand.
“Thanks!”
aAH! Wait, NO! “aAAAH! DOHON’T TICKLE MEHEHE!” I was wrong! I was so wrong! Tickling is worse than hand-kissing! “IHIHIT TICKLES!”
“Well, no shit it tickles! I was hoping it would tickle!” Chase said.
“CHAHAHASE DOHON’T! THIHIS IS MEHEHEAN!” I can’t help my jumpy movements! “IHIF I FALL, IHIHIT’S YOHOUR FAHAHAULT!” I shout at him.
“I’ll gladly take the responsibility for your injuries.” I saw Chase throw his head back with a laugh. “Cause I’ll be laughing at you the whole time!”
I feel motion sick. The world is spinning too fast. How do I slow down the spinning world? It’s impossible! I hold my head. It’s hard to focus when I’m like this…
I open my eyes to look at the ground. But the lights are confusing me. Why do I feel like I’m gonna fall? And why is the ground getting closer?
Wait OH NO- FLY!
….
….
….
Why is it quiet?
Why is the music off?
Where are the bright lights?
Helloooo??
I feel someone grab me. “Okay, I think you’re a little lost. Let me help you, buddy.” Huh? Who’s that? I tried to look around. Marvin? No, Marvin would have his mask on. Who is this?
I feel myself being shoved into the bathroom. “Hey-!” I turned around to look at him. It was Chase! “What the hell, man?!” I pushed him back a little bit.
“Whoa whoa whoa there, Jackie…” He put up his hands in arrest. “Let’s calm down.” He told me.
I could feel my face muscles getting tense. So I let them go. “Okay.”
Chase grabbed a paper towel. “Are you okay, Jackie?”
I widened my eyes. “Uh…” I bit my lip and looked down. I felt awkward. “I think so.”
“Alright.” Chase backed up. “I think I understand why you don’t like getting drunk.” Chase said.
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
“You…you flew in the middle of the bar.”
…I’m sorry, what?!
“When?” I ask.
“Just now. You were about to fall to the ground, and…you started flying.” Chase told me.
There’s no way…I couldn’t have flown! I- there were so many people watching me!
“How many people saw me?” I asked.
“Uhhhh…” Chase bit his lip. “At least 10 people…”
I sighed. 10 is not that bad.
“…Plus the camera…” I heard next.
“WHAT?!” I grabbed Chase’s shoulders. “What camera?!”
“The security camera in the club.” Chase replied.
“Oh god, oh god…” I hold my head. “NO!” How could I have done this?! It was ONE NIGHT AT THE CLUB! ONE NIGHT, AND NOW MY REPUTATION IS RUINED!
“But…there is a way to fix this…” I hear.
I turned around and grabbed Chase’s shoulders again. “How?” I ask.
Chase bit his lip. “By…dressing up in the super suit.” Chase said.
I blink…I blink again…
“I’m sorry…but no.” I reply rather quickly.
“If you don’t, then people will know who your secret identity is.” Chase told me.
“…And if I dress in my super suit?” I ask.
“Then it’ll be known that Jackieboy Man has fun sometimes.” Chase said.
God, I can’t even think right now…I wanna do it but at the same time…I don’t wanna make a mistake and end up on the news for being at the club. But…news press about clubbing is much better than other controversies…
“Alright. Jackieboy Man is coming out!” I took off my shirt and put on my super sweater. I put my black mask on, put my red hood on and fluffed up my hair. Let’s do this! “LET’S GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SHITFACED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!” I scream.
“NOW WE’RE TALKING!” I felt his hand on my shoulder.
I felt him pulling me out of the bathroom. Wait, what’s he doing?! “WAIT WAIT!” I laughed. “I actually need to shit, dude!” I heard Chase laugh as I pushed him out of the bathroom. Fucking idiot…We’ll get shitfaced after I’m done shitting.
[The Argus - April 13, 2024 - Brighton’s Jackieboy Man Sighted Drinking Cocktails at PRYSM NightClub - “I had never pictured Jackieboy Man to be a clubber” Witness recalls]
So, how was my drunken writing? Was it super all over the place? Let me know! For context, I am more of a playful, loud, bouncy drunk.
A/N: part 3/3! clearly the Senorita video fucked me right up
summary: Shawn and Catalina deal with the aftermath of their night together
warnings: Language, NSFW in a big way holy cow (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it), my perfect dream switch!Shawn
WC: 6k, truly what on earth
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Catalina’s favorite nights at Plucky’s are the quiet ones. They don’t come around often, but when they do, they’re something special.
Quiet is relative, of course. Plucky’s is usually a madhouse, so when there isn’t a constant line at the bar, and when you can sort of tell the music they’re playing over the din, that’s quiet enough to count in Catalina’s book.
Tonight, though, it’s really, really quiet. They don’t even have the speakers on full blast -- they don’t need to. The thunderstorm has kept most of the newcomers away, and some of the regulars.
Not all of them.
Shawn and company sit sentry at the tables by the door, as always. They’re the first to know if trouble’s on its way in or out. That’s the way Bonnie likes it. Catalina knows she can’t complain, even if she’d rather not see his stupid pretty face again.
He’s stopped staring at her. It took him a lot of effort and another few weeks of recovery time after their last romp, but he’s managing it. It’s not easy, especially on such a quiet night. He can hear her laughing with the girls at the bar, chanting “chug! Chug!” and pouring shots into their mouths.
She doesn’t look like she’s missed him one bit. All he’s done for 26 days is miss her. Yes, he misses her so much he’s counting the days.
He’s hunched over a beer, nursing it slowly. He’ll switch to bourbon soon if he can wrangle one of his buddies into going to grab it for him. He’s too chicken shit to see what she’d do if he walked anywhere near her bar.
He’d rather sit in the corner and imagine it -- he pictures her launching a shot glass at his head or shooting him with the fountain sprayer. Sometimes, when he’s really, truly fucked, he imagines that she’d drag him into a stellar kiss again. He misses kissing her most of all.
A chorus of raucous laughter from the table behind them knocks him from his self-pitying reverie. Connor next to him rolls his eyes. The jokers at the next table arrived about half an hour after they did and they’ve been hitting the drinks hard ever since. It’s not a cardinal offense at Plucky’s, of all places, but it’s a quiet night and these douchelords are being obnoxious.
“... no, not the redhead. Idiot. The dark-haired one with the rack.”
Shawn perks up again and frowns, listening. Connor and the rest of his guys heard it, too. They’ve fallen quiet, listening in.
“... Couple weeks ago. Tightest cunt I’ve ever had. Was fucking begging for me.”
Shawn tenses. He glances over at the man speaking and catches the eye of the moron that grabbed at Catalina’s dress that night. Shawn gives him a withering glance, one that clearly reads ‘knock it off.’ But the problem is, the loser has an audience. He brought his buddies along and they all want to hear about his (totally fictional) conquest of Catalina.
Shawn looks around. His friends are already looking poised to square up. Shawn backs them off, quietly insisting they ignore it. Bonnie begs them to ignore rowdy assholes unless they’re being violent or especially disruptive. These guys may be gross, but they’re not causing problems yet.
But he can’t just turn his ears off. In fact, they grow pinker and pinker as the guy rambles on, getting into details so dirty and vivid Shawn half believes it was real. He chances a glance up at Catalina, watches her flash a proud grin at a girl in a 21st birthday crown as she squeals through a shot of Fireball.
How can he even think to talk about her like that? It’s unfathomable. Talking about anyone in the manner this guy is going on in is disgusting. Shawn shifts uncomfortably, shaking his head.
“And then I threw her up against the bar and--”
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Shawn barks, springing out of his seat. His nostrils flare. His jaw closes in a tight line. His friends look him over, assessing his mood, and stand. This isn’t going to just end quietly.
The loser stands too, followed by his other loser friends. He’s smirking like a jerk. Shawn wants to wipe his face across Catalina’s bar.
“Look, it’s pretty boy,” the idiot mocks, making his buddies laugh, “Are you her little bitch boy? She got you on a leash?”
Shawn rolls his eyes. “I’m doing you a favor, asshole. If she hears you talking about her like that, she’s gonna have you on a fucking leash.”
Shawn’s friends chuckle in agreement and look over at Catalina, who has taken note of the confrontation, keeping an eye on them as she continues pouring drinks to distract her customers. She knows very well if the morons think they have more of an audience, they’ll be harder to shut up.
Shawn turns, ready to sit back down. His shoulders are tense. They have been for weeks, yet again. His body is like a coil, scrunched tighter every day.
It was only a matter of time before the snap.
“Anyway, it was good pussy. For a nasty fuckin’ bartender.”
Snap.
Shawn’s chair clatters when he stands so fast he knocks it over. Before his friends can temper him, he launches himself at the mouthy guy, decking him hard across the jaw. The only reason it didn’t knock him out clean was because one of his friends got an arm around Shawn’s to slow his swing. The damage is done, though -- blood pours from the guy’s mouth. His friends descend, several of them locking themselves around Shawn’s arms so the mouthy guy can get some hits in before Shawn’s friends can drag him off. He gets in a couple good punches, one that splits Shawn’s eyebrow, the rest investing in damage that will result in another black eye to match the one that finally fully faded a week ago.
Connor and Geoff wrestle the guy out the door while a couple other regulars come to aid the cause of kicking out the rest of the drunk losers.
“Fuckin’ idiot couldn’t even hit me unless his friends held my arms down!” Shawn growls after them as they skulk off.
He slumps into a chair, wincing as blood starts trickling into his eye from the slice in his brow. He reaches up to poke at it, but a set of soft fingers wrap around his, pushing them away.
“Don’t touch it,” Catalina murmurs from above him, her voice chilly, her eyes on the first aid bag she’s swinging onto the table. She nods at Brian to move out of her way.
She perches on the seat gingerly, holding some clean napkins up to the wound, dabbing carefully. He hisses, cringing away. She cups his other cheek to hold him steady. His protest stops immediately. The corner of her mouth lifts.
“The fuck is wrong with you? I never see you swing first.”
Shawn swallows and keeps his eyes down as she continues dabbing, swapping out the napkins for gauze with alcohol. Shawn winces again.
Catalina nods thoughtfully. “Think one of them was the guy that grabbed at me a few weeks ago, yeah?”
He lifts his eyes to meet hers briefly. “Yeah.”
She smiles a little wider, patting antibiotic cream into the clean wound that she’s decided doesn’t need stitches.
“Don’t have to defend my honor, you know. It’s long gone.”
“Oh, I know,” Shawn murmurs, a chuckle in his voice, “Just doing my feminist duty to not let guys say shit like that about women.”
He looks up at her again. She forgot how big and brown and sweet his eyes can be. This time he keeps his eyes on her as she carefully applies the butterfly bandage, pressing as gently as she can with her fingers.
“Well, aren’t you just Prince Charming,” she murmurs, looking from his lips back up to those puppy brown eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His eyes fall to his lap.
Catalina takes a deep breath and nods at Brian, who nudges their other friends into making themselves scarce. Shawn and Catalina are alone at the table with the first aid kit.
“For what?” she asks, keeping her voice steady.
“For… making you cry last time.”
Not the answer she was expecting.
She squints at him. “You’re not sorry for leaving before I woke up the first night?”
Shawn looks startled. “I… thought you’d want me to.”
“Why?”
“Because… it was a one night thing,” he stammers, starting to get flustered. His chest heaves under his white tank and patterned suspenders.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Clearly it wasn’t or it wouldn’t have happened again.”
“Yeah… but… I--I mean…”
Catalina looks unimpressed. She stands and turns to walk back to the bar. Words bubble up in Shawn’s throat against his will.
“I didn’t want to stick around long enough for you to kick me out when we woke up,” he blurts, immediately looking mortified.
Catalina turns back. Her disinterest has shifted to concerned confusion.
“Why would I do that?”
Shawn closes his eyes, feeling his ruddy cheeks go pinker. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want to give you the chance. I’ve been kicked out before. It’s not fucking fun.”
Catalina’s lips part. Her eyes unfocus. She’s having a mini epiphany.
From the beginning, she used Shawn like a toy. Their cat and mouse game was only supposed to be fun. She just didn’t want to make it easy for him. The excitement was in the challenge for them both, or so she thought. While she was quietly wondering if his interest would fade after they fucked the first time, he was worrying about the same thing.
He left first to save himself. He left first to see if she’d chase him.
“You wanted me to make the move,” she breathes, sinking back into the seat beside him.
Shawn doesn’t look up. The bar is closing, the last patrons have shuffled out. Bonnie is wiping down counters. Shawn’s friends give him a wave and watch curiously from outside as they climb onto their bikes and drive away.
Shawn lifts his eyes experimentally. She’s still looking off into the distance, putting pieces together in her pretty head. Finally, she looks back at him.
“When was the last time you felt really wanted?”
Shawn goes cold to his bones. He feels translucent -- he swears she can see every scrambled thought in his harried brain, can see the blood pumping double time in his veins. No hiding from her now.
“Uhm… I....” He trails off. He’s not sure that question needed a real answer, anyway.
Her fingers pluck some curls off his forehead, away from his cut. He looks up at her, into warmth and tenderness he’s seen snippets of in the months they’ve known each other. He’s never seen her look like this. She’s never looked so beautiful.
“Lina, I--”
She leans in and kisses him softly. It feels like a kiss from their first night together, like when she sat in his lap and rocked their hips and came, holding his arm around her stomach. He kisses back, tilting his head as she guides him, resting a hand on the outside of her thigh on her leather pants. She murmurs softly into his mouth. The vibration has him squeezing her leg and nibbling sweetly at her lower lip.
Catalina purrs, lifting herself into his lap without disconnecting their needy mouths. As Bonnie keeps her eyes mostly down, mopping up behind the counter, Shawn and Catalina explore in a way they haven’t yet. When Shawn releases a particularly sweet and overwhelmed groan at Catalina’s gentle hair tugging, Bonnie stifles a chuckle and decides the rest of the job can be done before opening tomorrow. She opts to leave out the back, locking up behind her.
Shawn sucks at Catalina’s tongue, sneaking his fingers up under her tank top like he’s never touched her before. It feels naughty. It feels good. It feels even better than before because he knows she wants him.
She wants him.
It feels real, like it’s not just for tonight, or not even just for sex. She might actually want--
“Shawn,” she coos, pulling apart enough from his lips to speak, “Want you to take me back to your place.”
Her fingers slip beneath his suspenders, teasing the skin under the thin shirt beneath. She plucks, letting the elastic snap back. His breathing comes up short.
“Want to show you just how much I want you, baby.”
Shawn huffs a soft breath, nodding eagerly. She plants another kiss on him and stands, tangling their fingers. They stay tangled while Catalina pushes in chairs, turns off lights and fishes her keys from her bag, laughing as Shawn holds his phone flashlight out for her. They lock up.
His bike is waiting for them. He climbs on first, handing her a helmet with a wink. She settles in behind him, this time much more comfortable snuggling up to his broad back in his soft leather jacket. The bike growls to life, stoking the fire in her lower abdomen. Her thighs clench around the machine as Shawn takes off down the street.
She knows why he ended up here all the time with his friends. He lives five minutes away. She raises her eyebrows at the quaint townhouse, not expecting his home to look quite so… domestic. He parks the bike right outside between a Honda and a Volvo and holds his hand out to her to help her off, sliding off his own helmet.
When she’s on her feet, she steps into his body that’s bleeding heat. She cups his cheek and runs her thumb gently along his bruising skin.
“We should get ice on this,” she murmurs. He turns his face, eyes fluttering as he plants a kiss on the inside of her palm.
“Later. Please, baby. It’s been so long. Need you.”
His thoughts are short and simple. She draws both hands up to secure around his neck, easing him down for another head swimmingly full, tender kiss. While her tongue swipes along his lower lip, she slides her hands down, taking hold of the suspenders in both hands, dragging him toward the door.
He stumbles along with her, sifting through his keys, grunting into her mouth as he struggles to find the one for his front door. She peels away from him with a giggle, allowing him to focus. He seizes the right key and thrusts the door open, letting her in first. He trails behind, turning on lights.
The house is small and simple, masculine and a little cold. She sets her purse and jacket down on the counter of his very clean kitchen. She plants her hands on the cool marble countertop and closes her eyes, feeling him edge up behind her with his hands on her hips.
Shawn goes silent. Every thought in his brain is muted, replaced with feeling her. He noses at her hair and slips his fingers up her sides curiously, allowing himself little tastes of her, though he craves more.
“Baby,” Catalina murmurs, her voice warm and steady and feeling like a shot of adrenaline through his body, “Need you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he pants immediately, almost before she finishes speaking. She smiles, chewing on her lower lip.
She turns in his arms, held between him and the counter. She takes hold of his suspenders again, watching the flush creep up his pretty neck.
“Need you to be good for me tonight. Let me take care of you.”
Shawn’s knees tremble. He leans harder into the counter and releases a choked breath. He nods, keeps nodding until she takes his head in her hands and gives him another perfect kiss.
Her hungry hands glide over her own body, pulling her tank up her pale stomach, separating their mouths only long enough to shed it behind her. Shawn starts to try to help with the buttons on her leather trousers but she plucks his fingers off with a smile against his mouth.
“Not gonna let me touch you, baby?” he whispers, his voice a little closer to a whine than he’d like. She hears it, reveling in it while she wriggles out of her pants herself, kicking them off after her boots and socks.
She replaces Shawn’s hands on her hips, wrapping her arms around him as she leads him toward the stairs.
“Haven’t touched me in weeks,” she points out between kisses, “And you seemed to be doing just fine.”
He groans into her mouth at her teasing. He knows what she wants. He’s not used to having to give it, but he’ll do it. He’ll give it for her.
“I wasn’t,” he pants, leaning into the vulnerability.
His lips trail off down her jaw, letting her tug him upstairs to his bedroom, “I was fucking-- god, Lina, I’m miserable without you. I need you.”
Catalina wants to bathe in this feeling. She knows how good their first two times were. She relives them more often than she probably should. But this is honest and open and she can feel the way he means his words by the way his heart sprints in his firm chest. This time is going to be even better.
“You know you’re the only one that calls me that?” she whispers when they reach his spartan bedroom. She pushes the suspenders off his shoulders until they fall limp at his sides. She guides him to sit at the end of the bed, standing between his spread knees. His fingers twitch at his sides, wanting to touch.
“What, Lina?” he pants.
“Yeah. Everyone else calls me Cat.”
Shawn looks bewildered, like maybe he never noticed. “I can call you Cat if you want.”
“No,” she says, tilting his head back to rest in her hands, watching his eyes flutter, “I like that it’s just for us.”
Shawn squirms, his wet pink lips parting with the effort of his breath. He wants to touch her. He wants it so bad. The only thing he wants more is for her to give him whatever she wants. He fists his hands into the duvet on either side of him as she lowers herself into his lap.
“Did you think about me the last few weeks?” she hisses, rocking herself into place so she grinds against his hardening cock in his black jeans. He gives it back, using his hands against the mattress to match the rhythm of her perfect hips.
“Of course I did,” he chokes, “Always think about you, Leens.”
“When you’re touching yourself? When you’re alone and it’s dark and quiet and you need a release?”
Shawn’s eyes shut. “Baby, it was always you. Always.”
Catalina is flooded with it. She should get that word tattooed on her somewhere. Maybe somewhere sexy so only he knows it’s there. She gently eases him onto his back, lifting off his hips to pluck at the button of his pants. She notices the suspenders still lying around his hips. Her eyes flash.
“Shawn,” she coos, sliding up his body so their faces are level, “Baby, have you ever been tied up before?”
His glassy eyes clear up in an instant. He squirms again, swallowing hard.
“Fuck, not in… a long time.”
Catalina smirks. “Bet you’re usually the one doing the tying up.”
Shawn chuckles. It’s cocky and sexy and it makes Catalina wetter in her panties.
“Usually,” he replies.
Catalina ducks her head to whisper in his ear, “If you’re really good for me this time, we can try that next time.”
Shawn groans again, but it cuts into a squeak when Catalina drags at his earlobe with her sharp teeth.
She sits back and eyes him, her gaze raking over his long, lean body, still fully clothed, his dick straining beautifully in his jeans. She cups him, giving him a teasing squeeze that makes him flinch and huff a breath.
“Take your clothes off for me,” she commands, firm but affectionate, “Nice and slow.”
Shawn presses himself up on his hands and stands in front of her, reaching for the collar of his tank at the back of his neck. He lifts it slowly, revealing inch after inch of perfect, soft skin, warm brown chest hair and a trail leading into his pants. He tosses the shirt away, licking his lips.
“Mmm, you know exactly how hot you are, don’t you?” Catalina sighs. Shawn lifts an eyebrow.
“I don’t know about that,” he begins, tugging at the button of his jeans, dropping his zipper, “But I know exactly how hot you are for me.”
Catalina laughs, delighted. She leans back on her forearms, propping her feet up on the bed. She spreads her thighs just enough for him to notice she’s doing it, and it’s not just to get more comfortable as she watches him.
Shawn’s eyes fix on the wet spot on her panties. His exhale whistles through his nose. He tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pushes, slowly again per her request, watching her eyes get heavy lidded and her fingers grip the sheets like his were only moments before.
He drops his jeans around his ankles, kicking them off.
“These too?” he pants, pointing at his navy Calvins. She nods, breathing hard, which makes his dick twitch.
“Those too.”
Again, Shawn pulls at them slowly, his eyes locked on her when his leaking cock springs free to slap up against his lower abdomen. She licks her lips obscenely. A moan gets throttled in his tight throat.
Catalina sits up and beckons to him, spreading her legs so he can stand between her knees. She gathers him in by his hips, eyes roaming his body like she’s never seen it before. She likes what she sees. He can tell by the way she’s going pink all over. It makes him preen, flexing just a little under her touch.
“You’re perfect, every inch of you,” she whispers, her voice muffled against his skin as her lips brush his chest. Her sneaky fingers curve around his hips and sink into the cheeks of his ass, urging him even closer.
Shawn gasps, pushing his hands into his hair, “God, fuck, Lina. Fuck.”
She’s not shy about leaving marks. She bites and licks and sucks like he’s hers to do with what she wants. And, goddamnit, he is. He so is. It’s all he can do to keep his hands to himself. Pulling at his curls helps a little. But when he watches her perfect little tongue swirl around his nipple and suck it between her lips, his hands drop to her hair, hugging her close as he whines.
She releases his reddening, swollen skin from her rosy lips and smirks up at him, squeezing the palms still planted on his ass.
“Ok, baby, time for me to play.”
She slaps her flat palm against his ass lightly to watch his stomach tighten. He grunts, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere,” she purrs dangerously, “But let’s start with right here.”
She enjoys watching the shiver roll down his spine as she pats the bed. He gracefully lowers himself, head on the pillows, blinking down at her. Catalina frees the suspenders from his jeans and crawls up the bed, sitting over his chest as she lifts his willing arms over his head and binds them together, then to the headboard.
She sits back, looking over her work. His bulky arms are pinned up around his ears. His chest is heaving more quickly now as the reality of it hits him. His eyes are glazed. His cheeks are pink and patchy. He looks fucking delicious.
“Gonna sit on my face, honey? Let me taste that perfect pussy again?” he pants.
She hums. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”
“You mean maybe if you’re lucky.”
Her eyes skip from his hard nipples to the clear challenge on his face. She gasps a laugh.
“Oh yeah?”
“I know you remember,” he nearly growls, his voice low and scraping. She can feel it in her clit even though he’s not touching it.
“Bet you’ve been thinking about the way I pressed you up against your bar and made you come on my face. About how I hitched your leg up to keep you spread for me while you dripped on my tongue.”
He’s looking down at her through his lashes, his swollen lips wet and parted. It’s a dare. He’s playing with her just like she’s playing with him. For a second, Catalina feels like the one with the restraints around her wrists. And then she remembers she’s not.
He is.
“You’re a fucking tease, Mendes,” she chuckles, climbing off his stomach to sit beside him.
“Not teasing if I’m lying here totally willing,” he counters, “C’mon, honey. It would be so easy. Just take off those pretty panties and come sit on my face.”
Catalina’s jaw clenches. She looks up at his face. His grin falters.
“Turn over.”
Shawn’s face goes blank. He blinks at her. “What?”
Catalina remains firm, her face serene. “Turn over onto your stomach.”
Shawn opens his mouth as if to ask a question, but he thinks better of it. He fights to roll over with his hands bound, but the suspenders are long enough to allow him to twist until he’s flipped ass up.
“Tell me, baby,” she rasps, straddling his thighs, running her nose along the little curls at the back of his neck, “What would you do for me if I did sit on your face?”
Shawn’s massive shoulder blades come together as he inhales sharply. Catalina busies herself, waiting for his answer, by marking up his back the same way she did his chest. She starts on his shoulders, sweet wet lips tending to him after her teeth nip sharply.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, imagining what he’s going to look like when she’s done with him. Probably like he got mauled. How appropriate.
“I’d… fuck, I’d start nice and slow, honey. Miss you on my face so much. I’d take you in, tasting your sweet lips, feeling how warm and wet you are for me.”
Catalina groans encouragingly, sinking her teeth into an already inflamed mark at the top of his spine that makes him wince and grind into the bed.
“I’d let you rock against my face as I kiss you, letting you know I know how fucking lucky I am to have you, baby. Suck on your soft lips, massaging them with my tongue.”
“God, Shawn,” Catalina whines, sliding a flat palm down her stomach as she breathes wet and heavy against his left shoulder blade where a series of little bite marks are starting to purple. She presses her needy fingers against her pussy, soaked through her satin panties. The relief is good, but not enough.
“I know you like it when I flick your clit hard and fast to get you so fucking wet for me. But I’d do that nice and slow too, soft strokes from your entrance to your perfect little button of nerves. Hot and wet and slow until you’re begging for me, pulling my hair to get me to give you what you need.”
Catalina is panting hard, stroking her clit through her panties, hips rolling as she sucks hard at the center of his spine.
“I’d stiffen my tongue, moaning when I feel you dripping on my lips and cheeks. God, you’re so wet. You taste so good, so sweet. I’d want more. I’d slip my hot tongue between your lips and press into your entrance, thrusting in and out of you to feel you go even tighter for me. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel me fucking you with my tongue?”
He’s onto her. Catalina doesn’t care. She nods eagerly for him to continue, whimpering into his abused skin, her hand moving faster against her wetness.
“You’re so wet we can both hear it. My hot breath is on your clit, my cheeks are wet from your thighs. You’re so close. Your clit is throbbing. You need me there again, don’t you, baby? Need me to play with your pretty clit to get you to come.”
Catalina moans again, the sound choked and soft. She shifts down, rolling her hips hard to meet the heel of her hand. She brushes the tip of her nose over the swell of his ass. With a deep breath, she bites down on his left cheek, grinning at his sharp gasp.
“Fuck! Fuck, Lina!” he cries, rolling his hips, fucking down against the mattress. She doesn’t let up, just follows her teeth with hungry lips and the occasional soothing of her tongue.
“More, Shawn,” she grunts before returning to her task. He shudders, nodding, eyes shut with his cheek on his pillow.
“Wanna hear you come for me. Wanna feel it all over me when you let go. I flatten my tongue against you, I know you need something to grind against to come hard. C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Fucking come on my face.”
Catalina’s shoulders pull, her back arching as she feels the hook. It drags her under, has her moaning and chanting his name into the firm flesh of his ass. Her hips buck wildly for several seconds. Shawn lives for each and every one, praising her as she drives through it, soothing her when she comes down.
When she does come down, lifting her head from his backside to see him smiling down at her, looking totally content even though she knows he’s beyond hard still, she hums, pressing a chaste kiss over the violet mark she left on his perfect ass.
“That’s gonna be a good one,” she giggles, tracing it with her fingertip. He shudders again, his eyelids fluttering.
Catalina peels herself away. She stands on shaky knees, shedding her soaked panties and her lace bra, dropping them on his floor while he watches.
“There’s no one on earth as beautiful as you,” he whispers, gazing at her almost hopelessly. She perches beside him, rubbing his back.
“I think you could give me a run for my money,” she replies, the corner of her mouth lifting. Shawn smiles, closing his eyes again.
“Can you turn back over for me, sweetheart?”
Shawn grunts as he flips himself back over. He has pillow marks on his cheek and his cock is harder, pinker, prettier than she’s ever seen one. She climbs over his thighs again, reaching between her legs to gather some wetness on her fingers. Shawn watches with bated breath until her fingers lift to his lips in offering. He accepts them with a grateful moan, sucking them into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue. Catalina smiles, using her other hand to stroke his cock, deciding he’s certainly earned some relief.
He’s the picture of sinful indulgence, lifting his hips to meet her strokes while he sucks needily on her fingers like they’re giving him life. He doesn’t want to let them go when she starts to pull them away. He nips at them teasingly, smirking at the reproachful look she gives him.
Catalina scoots her knees up, lifting to position the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. Shawn watches, his chest quaking with his ragged breaths, waiting for it, for the perfect feeling he knows he could never get anywhere else. He’d wait forever for her.
“Please,” he urges, his head lolling back, “Lina.”
Catalina inhales, smiles shakily, and sinks down, taking him to the hilt.
Shawn hasn’t gotten so close to blowing his load too early since he was a fucking teenager. How is it better every time with her? How does she keep feeling better? He thought it was perfect the first time. Now, as he looks up at her, knowing she wants him, knowing she likes him, knowing he’s falling in love with her, he knows what perfect is.
She eases in, rolling her hips smoothly with a flick upward that has him shifting in and out of her as she rests in his lap.
“That’s… oh god, shit, Lina…”
She nods in agreement, breathless, thoughtless, with no goal other than to make him feel good. By the look on his face, she’s succeeding.
She shifts her weight into her hands on either side of his head, rocking down harder and a little faster. The noise is obscene. With every stroke up, she gasps a breath, reveling in the warm burn of the stretch. No one’s ever been so perfectly deep in her. No one’s ever felt so good. She knows it’s not just the sex -- it hasn’t been from the beginning. It’s him.
Shawn slides his feet up the bed to give him purchase to meet her hips. Their wet skin slaps and it’s the only thing louder than their synchronized breath. They’re staring at each other, memorizing, desperate to hold onto the feeling of such tantalizing closeness.
Catalina shifts, the angle of her hips meeting his allowing him to stroke her g-spot with every perfect roll. She snaps her eyes shut and gasps, slowing their rhythm, wringing out this feeling for all it’s worth.
“You getting lost down there?”
His voice is sharp and bright, poking through Catalina’s hazy cloud. She opens her eyes to see him grinning at her, a line of perfect white teeth sparkling, his eyes teasingly taunting.
“Wh--”
Before she can release any coherent thought, Shawn wriggles his hand, slipping from the bind of the suspender and freeing the other. Catalina’s mouth drops open. She wrinkles her brow and opens her mouth to protest, but Shawn wraps his arms around her and rolls them so she’s on her back, still gaping.
“You’re cute when you’re surprised,” Shawn hums, shifting onto his knees to pulse his cock even deeper.
“Shawn!” she croaks, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him as he takes over.
He’s not as controlled or subtle as Catalina was. He pounds in and out hard, restless, reckless as he chases after her orgasm. He’s single-minded, lifting her legs around his hips, using his grip on her for even more leverage. He’s holding her off the bed, watching her fall apart.
“Can’t hold on,” she squeaks, shaking her pretty head.
Shawn nods eagerly. “I know, princess. Time to let go. Fucking come, baby. Show me.”
Catalina’s eyes roll back. Her pussy pulses, fluttering around him, a warning before she falls. The squeeze of her around him, the way she screams as she bites down on his jaw, he swears it’s the most satisfied he’s ever felt. He fucks her through it, managing to hold himself off until she’s limp in his arms, blinking up at him lazily.
“Do something for me?” she whispers, but it’s a plea, not the start of a command.
Shawn nods, panting in her face.
“Kiss me when you come.”
Shawn’s face scrunches. His whole body aches with pleasure that makes his blood simmer. He reaches for her hand, linking their fingers. He looks at them, watches them intertwine when his rhythm fails. He looks back at her and sees her watching him. It’s all he needs to give in.
He drops his lips to hers, lets her drink in his rasping moans as he comes hard, his entire body spasming. She fists her free hand into his hair, steadying him against her, reminding him she’s close, as if he could forget. She takes him so well, rocking her hips to ease him from his peak, pressing kisses all over his face to let him breathe. He doesn’t want to breathe, he just wants her. He searches out her lips again, collapsing against her willing body, sighing into her mouth.
When at last he can stand the idea of releasing her lips, he shifts back, disconnecting their protesting bodies, cupping her face in his hand, the other still laced with hers.
They don’t speak again before they fall asleep. When he wakes up, she’s still there, twisting one of his curls around her finger, taking stock of the marks she left on him the night before. Neither of them even thinks about getting out of bed for hours.
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Henrik and Shawn are placed at a table, so they can meet each other and get to know each other. But the person that brought them together, decides to leave the room to go play games. So, Shawn and Henrik decide to team up.
Guess who got their 4th covid shot yesterday, and is now achy and exhausted? This girl...Fucking hooray.
This fanfic was suggested by Shannon. I hope you enjoy!! <3
Henrik looked at Shawn, unsure what to think of the person across from him. Shawn bit his lip, not used to being out of his room. Chase was currently trying to introduce the two of them, and get them to learn about each other.
“So…This is Henrik. Henrik, this is Shawn.” Chase told them.
“Hallo.” Henrik said to Shawn.
“Hi…” Shawn said quietly.
“Come on, Shawn. You can do this.” Chase encouraged him.
Shawn was fiddling with his fingers, not sure what to say. “......Okay.” Shawn replied, sitting up a bit and looking over at Henrik.
“Alright. Now converse.” Chase said, before getting up and walking away.
“Vait, VHAT?!” Henrik reacted, looking at Chase with shock.
“Seriously?!” Shawn reacted, throwing hands.
“What? Am- Am I expected to stay?” Chase asked.
“YEAH!” Henrik and Shawn replied at the same time. “YOU ARE.”
“To hell with that! This is gonna be awkward as hell. I’d rather not.” Chase told them before walking off.
Henrik looked at Shawn with shock on his face. Shawn was looking at Henrik with the same shock.
“Vell damn…” Henrik muttered.
“Wanna kill him when he comes back?” Shawn asked.
“Kill him? Nein. Slap him? Ja.” Henrik replied.
Shawn chuckled. “Slap him till he realizes how much of a dick he’s being.” Shawn added.
Henrik chuckled as well. “Maybe later.” Henrik decided.
“Yeah, yeah. I wasn’t saying right now…” Shawn told him.
Henrik nodded and took a sip of his drink. “So…Your name is Shawn?” Henrik asked.
Shawn nodded. “And you’re Henry?” Shawn replied.
“Henrik.” Henrik clarified.
“Henrik.” Shawn repeated.
“Ja.” Henrik replied.
Shawn nodded and thought for a moment. “So…What do you do?” Shawn asked.
“I’m a doctor.” Henrik told him.
Shawn nodded. “Cool! Much cooler than my gig.” Shawn reacted.
“Vhat’s your ‘gig’?” Henrik asked.
I’m a toy-maker at Joey Drew Studios.” Shawn replied, waving off his job like it was nothing.
“Yoey Drew Studios? You mean…Bendy zhe devil and Alice zhe angel?” Henrik asked.
Shawn nodded. “Right on the money.” Shawn replied. “I painted some of the dolls and the different merchandise that came out of the company.” Shawn told him.
Henrik tilted his head and opened his lab coat. He pulled out a doll from his lab coat, and smirked. “Did you make zhis mini bendy doll?” Henrik asked.
Shawn dropped his jaw and smiled brightly as he gently took the doll. “Oh my god- no way!” Shawn reacted.
He looked at all angles of the doll and smirked as he saw something on the inside of the bowtie. He flipped the left bow around to show Henrik. “My signature. I write it on every bendy doll made by me, so Joey knew how many I was contributing to the business.” Shawn told him.
Henrik adjusted his glasses to get a better look at the small signature on the inner bowtie. “It is chicken scratch, but I can see an S…I zhink.” Henrik said.
Shawn narrowed his eyes. “Says the doctor.” Shawn said back.
Henrik laughed. “You have a point.” Henrik added. “My writing is terrible.” Henrik admitted.
Shawn pulled out a notepad and handed it to Henrik. “Show me.” Shawn told him.
Henrik smirked and did his signature before handing it back to Shawn. Shawn took one look at the notepad and bursted out laughing. It looked like a whole bunch of italic vertical lines stitched together. It looked awful, to say the least.
“The handwriting of a true doctor.” Shawn said with a smug grin.
“Herr means Mister.” Henrik replied. “I vould be Herr Schneeplestein. You vould be Herr…Herr…” Henrik trailed off, unsure what his last name was.
“Flynn. Shawn Flynn.” Shawn replied.
“Herr Flynn.” Henrik finished.
Shawn nodded. “Fair play!” Shawn replied.
Henrik smirked. “So, You are irish?” Henrik asked.
Shawn nodded. “Bang on.” Shawn replied. “Born and raised.”
“Hm…German, born and raised.” Henrik replied.
“Cool!” Shawn replied.
Henrik bit his lip and looked around. “So…”
Shawn smirked. “Wanna get Chase and make him regret leaving us alone like this?” Shawn asked.
“Auf jeden fall.” Henrik replied. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Definitely.” He translated for Shawn.
Shawn and Henrik headed to Chase’s room and dropped their jaws when they saw what Chase was doing:
Chase was sitting in a chair, playing Forza Horizon 4 on his laptop. He had his headphones on, so he wasn’t able to hear Shawn and Henrik coming in. Shawn and Henrik both scoffed and shook their heads in disapproval. Of course Chase would leave them alone to go have fun by himself.
Shawn walked up to Chase’s right side and waited for Henrik’s signal. Henrik stood on the other side of Chase, and waited for a couple seconds.
As soon as Chase won the game, Shawn grabbed Chase’s arms and put them above his head.
Chase hummed. “What the- HEY!” Chase looked around, and saw Shawn and Henrik on both sides of him. ‘Oh! Hi guys. How did things go?” Chase asked.
Henrik smirked. “Let’s yust say you are going to regret leaving us alone together.” Henrik told him.
Chase looked at Henrik in confusion. “What are you two planning?”
Henrik looked at Shawn and smirked. “Ich werde ihn kitzeln.” Henrik said.
Shawn nodded and fixed his footing. “Gehen Sie.” Shawn replied, slightly off in his pronunciation.
Henrik smiled. That was his cue to go. Henrik started skittering his fingers on Chase’s belly and sides. Chase widened his eyes and squealed as a big smile grew onto his lips. “eeeEEEHEHEhehehehe!” Chase laughed. “Ihihi knehehew ihit, your eehehevil shihihits!” Chase said through his newfound giggle fits.
“Oooooh! Acting the maggot now, are ya?” Shawn teased.
“Bang on, Shawn.” Henrik replied, using Irish slang as well.
“He who keeps his tongue keeps his friends, Chase. You of all people should know that.” Shawn told Chase.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Chase argued.
“Hey! What did I just say?” Shawn reacted.
“Remember, Shawn. A good laugh und a good sleep are zhe two best cures for anyzhing.” Henrik added.
Shawn dropped his jaw with a smirk. “You know that one?” Shawn asked.
“Chase has told me zhat saying too many times. My turn!” Henrik replied.
Shawn laughed. “Indeed it is.” Shawn replied.
Henrik smiled as he looked down at Chase’s stomach. “I also know a certain tickle spot on Chase that he does not vant people to know about.” Henrik added.
“Oooh! Do tell, Doctor.” Shawn replied.
Henrik poked Chase’s left side. “Chase’s left side is a leetle bit ticklish.” Henrik said.
Chase giggled and covered his face in embarrassment.
“But…” Henrik moved all 10 of his fingers over to Chase’s right side. “His worst spot is…”
Chase mumbled something that sounded like ‘No, don’t’. It was his version of a desperate attempt to stop them. But of course, it didn’t work.
Henrik skittered all 10 of his fingers on his right side. “Zhe right side of his tummy!” Henrik declared.
Chase practically screamed and threw his head back with loud, strong laughter. “OHOHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU BAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAHAHA-” Chase shouted. Despite the words he was letting out, his laughter was so harmonic! Such fresh laughter. So grand to hear. If depression could be cured, then his laughter would be the medicine. It was that beautiful to hear.
“Listen to this ol’ guy, trying to call us bastards.” Shawn reacted.
“A reminder zhat zhis bastard left us alone for zhirty minutes to play games.” Henrik added.
“Yeah! By the way, what’s up with that?! Are we really that boring? That cringey to you?” Shawn added.
“IHIHI WAHAHAS SCAHAHAHARED!” Chase admitted.
“Zhen vhy vould you introduce me to Shawn, if you cannot handle zhe cringe?” Henrik asked, stopping his tickle attack.
Chase took a few moments to breathe and recuperate. “Because…” He shrugged his shoulders. “You two seemed like you’d hit it off.” Chase said. He bit his lip. “And I feel like I would just…make things even more awkward if I were there…” Chase admitted.
Shawn chuckled. “You’d actually make things better, mate.” Shawn told him. “You know that, don’tcha?”
Chase looked at the ground in slight sadness. “I’m sorry…” Chase said.
Henrik chuckled a bit. “Entschuldigung will not cut it, Chase. You need to laugh.” Henrik decided before going for Chase’s hips next. “Und for a man, you have some rather groß hips.” Henrik added.
Chase wheezed and giggled, wiggling around to get out of Shawn’s surprisingly strong grip. But Shawn was not budging. He was actually giggling as well as he watched Chase get tickled. “Klitzeln, kitzeln, kitzeln!” Shawn teased.
Henrik hung his head and laughed at bit. “Zhe vay to say it is ‘kitzel kitzel kitzel’.” Henrik told him.
“Oh…Sorry. Kitzel, kitzel, kitzel!” Shawn teased.
Henrik chuckled and hung his head again. “Oh Gott nein…” Henrik muttered, covering his mouth with a smile. Henrik could feel his own face starting to flush from hearing the word ‘tickle’ in his own native language. It was starting to remind him of his mother when he was a child.
“Kitzel, kitzel, Kitzel…Kitzel, kitzel. That’s fun to say. Kitzel!” Shawn kept repeating.
“Shawn, your vords-”
“Kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel, kitzel-”
“SHAWN!” Henrik yelled with a big smile.
Shawn shut his mouth immediately, with both his eyes wide. “...Sorry.”
Henrik sighed and stopped tickling Chase. He looked up at Shawn with a flustered smile. “You sound like my mozher.” Henrik told him.
Shawn raised an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked. “In what way?”
Henrik nodded. “You are repeating zhe vord in my language...I vould like to ask you to please speak english.” Henrik told him.
Shawn raised an eyebrow, confused. He started repeating ‘kitzel’ in his head, before repeating the word ‘tickle’ to himself multiple times…Then, Shawn gasped and smiled brightly as it finally clicked in his head. “Oh my Go- Am I making you bluuuush?” Shawn asked.
Henrik grumbled. “Nein…….Shut up.” Henrik muttered.
Chase and Shawn both bursted out laughing at Henrik’s embarrassment. “Poor Henrik. All flustered because of a single word.” Shawn teased.
Henrik rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. “Tickle tickle. Tickle tickle tickle.” Henrik replied.
Shawn rolled his eyes with a slight blush growing on his face.
“God dammit-”
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle-” Henrik repeated over and over again.
“I am going to kill you.” Shawn told him, a blush visible on his face as he smiled with annoyance.
Chase looked at Shawn. “That’s affecting you?” Chase asked.
“It’s not effecting you?!” Shawn asked.
Chase chuckled. “No. I’m more the person to tickle others, than to get tickled myself.” Chase told him.
“Quatsch.” Henrik reacted.
Chase looked at Henrik with curiousity. “Is that bullshit in German?” Chase asked.
“It’s zhe vord ‘Nonsense’, actually.” Henrik replied. “And what you yust said, vas Quatsch.” Henrik added.
Chase was growing visibly nervous. So, he started poking and tickling Shawn. “I’m a tickler! See?”
Shawn squealed and started trying to tickle Chase back. “Quahahahahatsch!” Shawn yelled.
“Dohon’t you mean Gobshite, little leprechaun?” Chase asked.
Shawn pushed Chase down and started tickling his right side as quickly as he could, while repeating the word ‘tickle’ over and over again. Chase bursted out laughing almost immediately, and struggled to cover up his super ticklish spot. Not long after, Henrik ended up joining in on the tickle attack, repeating the word ‘tickle’ over and over again as well. And would you believe, a bright blush eventually showed up on Chase’s cheeks, and darkened to a scarlet color overtime.
It was right about now that Chase had started to regret introducing the two boys to each other.
Shawn and Jamie are teasing each other...Then Shawn steals a straw, and starts using it to tickle Jamie. And though it looks weird, it turns out to be SUPER effective.
Day 9 is here! And Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadians yet again! I'm visiting my grandma and Aunt today. It'll be much calmer than yesterday...that's for sure. We had over 30 people in one crammed up house yesterday...and AAAH! It was so loud! But, I survived.
Shawn was watching a TV show and just chilling on the couch with Jamie. Jamie was drinking up a strawberry milkshake, and occasionally removing the straw so he could pick up some whipped cream.
Shawn looked over at Jamie, and smirked. He brought his finger closer to the whipped cream pile, and dipped his finger in.
Jamie opened his eyes, and froze with his straw still in his mouth. He watched carefully as Shawn took a fingerful of the whipped cream from Jamie, and shoved it into his own mouth.
Jamie narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Shawn. He stared at Shawn with his eyes super narrow and his eyebrows super frowny.
Shawn bursted out laughing the moment he saw Jamie. “Whahat?”
Jamie leaned his head closer to Shawn, and poked Shawn with the straw on the neck, while it was still in his own mouth.
“hEY- DUDE!” Shawn yelled, stealing the straw right out of his mouth. Shawn smirked as he rubbed the germs off the straw. “Got it. Mine now.”
Jamie looked at Shawn with annoyance. ‘Why?’
Shawn rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV.
But Jamie wasn’t done with him yet…He still wanted his straw back.
Jamie gave Shawn’s side a kick.
Shawn looked at him. Jamie showed him his hand, silently ordering him to give back the straw.
But Shawn ignored him.
Jamie frowned and kicked him on the elbow this time, a couple seconds later.
Shawn ignored him again.
Jamie kicked his thigh with his heel another couple seconds later.
Shawn ignored him yet again.
Jamie was about to kick him again…
But then Shawn suddenly grabbed Jamie’s ankle without even looking to see where his hand was going.
Jamie widened his eyes and tried to tug his ankle loose. But Shawn was having none of it.
Jamie narrowed his eyes at him. ‘Let go.’ Jamie signed.
Shawn huffed. “No.” Shawn replied.
Jamie audibly growled. ‘Let. Go.’
Shawn smirked. “No.” Shawn replied.
Jamie tried to kick Shawn with the other foot…but Shawn sat on Jamie’s other foot. Jamie widened his eyes again, and tugged on his other foot…But it was quite stuck under Shawn.
“Are you done being a pain in my ass?” Shawn asked.
Jamie looked up at him…and smiled at him. He lifted up his middle finger towards Shawn.
“That’s it.” Shawn started skittering his fingers all over Jamie’s foot.
Jamie widened his eyes and threw himself back, covering his mouth.
Shawn smirked as he moved up to the toes…then down to the heels. Back to the toes…then back to the heels.
Jamie was shaking his head, tugging on his feet as much as he could. He removed his hand from his mouth in order to sign. ‘STOP!’ He signed.
Shawn chuckled and shook his head: “never.”
Jamie let out a silent whimper as he tugged on both his feet. But one was temporarily stuck under Shawn’s butt, and the other was stuck in Shawn’s hand.
“You know what would make this situation more funny?” Shawn asked with a wide smirk.
Jamie narrowed his eyes at Shawn. ‘Don’t.’ he warned.
Shawn smiled and put the straw into his mouth. He started blowing some air through the straw, and onto the sole of Jamie’s foot.
Jamie laid against his back and bursted out laughing. Though his voice did not make a sound…It didn’t need to. Jamie’s visual reactions were more than helpful.
Shawn watched carefully as Jamie’s toes curled and uncurled in an attempt to cover up his vulnerable feet. The hard part was, Jamie couldn’t get this item off his feet. The tool that was tickling him was invisible, and impossible to interact with…
…And his toes could only cover up so much…
Jamie didn’t really know what to do with his hands at first. But he quickly began to sign protests and pleads to stop.
Shawn couldn’t help but chuckle at Jamie’s struggling. It was honestly really funny to see such a put-together man like Jamie, completely crumble just from a little bit of air on his feet.
Then, Shawn removed the straw from his mouth. He cleaned the ends of the straw, and smirked as he looked at Jamie.
‘Do you see how gross that is?!’ Jamie signed.
Shawn just laughed. “Do I look like I care?” Shawn teased.
Jamie gave him an ‘are you serious’ face in response. ‘You have tasted my spit.’ Jamie told him.
Shawn chuckled. “So?”
Jamie visibly gagged. ‘Gross.’
Shawn rolled his eyes and started using the straw to scratch his soles. “Shut up and laugh, dapper germaphobe.”
Jamie covered his mouth and tried to hide his need to laugh. He tried so hard. He was NOT going to let him be satisfied.
But then Shawn did something EVIL…
He cleaned the bottom end of the straw…put the top part of the straw into his mouth…and then shoved the straw under Jamie’s toes. With the straw in place, Shawn started blowing into the straw. Little bits of air started tickling under Jamie’s sensitive little toes.
Jamie’s smile grew wider than his hands could cover. You could easily see the edges of Jamie’s smile beside his thumbs.
‘Stop!’ Jamie signed.
Shawn smirked as he breathed in some more air through his nose to keep blowing air onto his toes.
Jamie removed his hands from his mouth and silently laughed with a big, toothy smile. He was just way too ticklish for this.
Shawn smirked as he watched Jamie wiggle his foot around and laugh as he tried to sign things like ‘You are so gross!’, ‘Stop it!’ and ‘Not my toes!’. Shawn just found it endearing seeing Jamie all giggly like this. It was just too fun to stop.
“...*Ahem*…” Someone said nearby.
Shawn choked for a second, and just about spat some saliva through the straw and onto Jamie’s toes. Shawn looked over at the location of the voice, with the straw still in his mouth and Jamie’s foot still in his hand. “Hm-” Shawn removed the straw from his mouth. “Chase! Hi…”
Jamie was slowly calming down from being tickled. But when he looked at Chase for only a few moments…he quickly looked away with a bright, red blush on his face.
Chase looked at them with a mix of confusion, and disappointment. “Is…this a new type of foot fetish?” Chase asked.
Shawn’s face morphed into a look of disgust. “What- Ew, no!” Shawn replied.
Jamie pulled his own foot out of Shawn’s grip. ‘I was drinking a smoothie…then he stole my straw and proceeded to TiCkLe me with the straw of all things.’ Jamie explained.
Chase tilted his head and repeated the sign for tickle. “...What’s this word again?” Chase asked. “It’s something like ‘back scratch’…isn’t it?”
Jamie rolled his eyes and got off the couch. He walked himself up to Chase, and tickled Chase’s sides for a couple seconds.
Chase squealed. “Oho GOHOD-” Chase quickly grabbed Jamie’s hands to keep them away from him. “No. No tickling.” Chase warned.
Jamie blinked at him a couple times…then did the wiggly fingers to show what he was meaning.
Chase raised an eyebrow. “That was not a back scratch. That was a side scratch, and it tickled a lot.” Chase told him.
Shawn groaned. “The sign means TICKLE, YOU IDIOT!” Shawn yelled.
Jamie hung his head for a couple seconds…then looked up and nodded. ‘I was drinking a smoothie…and Shawn stole my straw and started tickling my feet with the straw.’ Jamie explained.
Chase began to put together the sentence for himself. “...Blowing air through a straw onto a person’s foot…was his form of tickling you?” Chase asked.
Jamie guffawed. ‘I TOLD YOU it was weird!’ Jamie signed at Shawn. ‘But YOU didn’t listen!’
“Oi! Says the one who started poking me with the straw!” Shawn argued.
‘You started it by stealing my whipped cream!’ Jamie signed back.
…and while Shawn and Jamie continued to argue, Chase took this time to grab a straw of his own and feel the air blow through the straw and onto his own hand.
Huh…Perhaps that could work…
“Hey Shawn.” Chase called.
“-DIDN’T YOU CONSI- What?” Shawn asked, pausing his argument.
Chase smiled and walked up to the back of Shawn’s neck. Then, Chase took in a big breath and blew some air onto Shawn’s neck.
Shawn visibly shivered and curled his neck back as he let out many high-pitched giggles.
Then Shawn uncurled his neck and widened his eyes. “Oh my god…” He reacted.
Chase widened his own eyes and smiled a little bit. “Does it actually tickle?!” Chase asked.
Shawn blinked and pointed to his own neck. “Do it again.” Shawn told him.
Chase was taken aback by this request. But…he did it anyway. Chase blew some more air out of the straw and onto Shawn’s neck.
Chase was smiling widely at this point. “Alright…Okay, this isn’t as weird as I thought it was.” Chase told him.
“Newsflash: This is NOT a fetish! This is a new form of tickling. And it fucking works!” Shawn told him.
“But you can only do it, if you happen to have a straw on you…and only for a couple seconds. Because…looking at you and Jamie just now…” Chase winced. “It looked like I walked in on a highly intimate act.” Chase admitted.
Shawn tsked, before grabbing the straw right out of Chase’s hand and poking him in the stomach with the straw. “It’s about as intimate as your tea bag obsession.” Shawn clapped back.
Shawn gasped dramatically. “How DARE you make fun of my tea bags!” Chase reacted.
Shawn chuckled. “With your obsession with tea bags, it’s a wonder you’re not British like Jameson.” Shawn added.
“Well at least I’m not some lower-class worker who got fired for fucking up a couple dolls.” Chase muttered.
Shawn guffawed. “And at least I’M not the one who couldn’t understand the sign for ‘tickle, and had to be tickled to understand…” Shawn added. “And you DIDN’T! You had to hear it from ME!” Shawn added next.
“Alright, smartass.” Chase took the straw from Shawn’s hand and started blowing air through the straw and all over Shawn’s neck.
Shawn burst into giggles and moved his head around all over the place to cover up his neck. Then, Chase removed the straw from his own mouth and lifted up Shawn’s shirt. Eager to REALLY get the man laughing, Chase shoved the straw into Shawn’s belly button and blew into it.
Shawn SCREAMED and threw his head back, laughing hysterically. He kicked his feet, and struggled to get the straw out of his belly button. “NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! NOHO FAHAHAIR!” Shawn yelled.
Jamie smirked as he signed something. ‘Karma is a bitch.’
Chase stopped tickling to look up at Jamie. “What did you just sign?”
Shawn looked at Jamie as well.
Jamie visibly paled. ‘Karma…is a bitch?’
…and what’s how Jamie ended up being wrecked by 2 childish boys and their secret weapons: the straws.
The Egos are all dressed in costume! And are getting drunk and playing Mario Kart!
Jackie got out of his room with his mask on, and looked around the room. Everyone was dressed in costume. From Chase in an Iron Man costume, and Henrik in a Sherlock Holmes costume, to even Shawn in a Charlie Chaplin costume!
“Love the costumes, everyone!” Jackie reacted.
“No way! Spiderman?!” Chase reacted.
“Yup! In the flesh.” Jackie joked.
Chase looked at himself and smiled. “Guess who’s gonna be your Dad this Halloween?” Chase teased.
Jackie widened his eyes. “Oh my god I didn’t think of that!”
“Gimme a big hug there, buddy!” Chase declared, pulling him into a big hug.
Jamie came out with his costume on: A James Bond costume with a gun and hair flipped back, and everything! And to top it off: The James bond theme playing on Chase’s phone!
“YEEEAAAAH! Lookin’ good, James Bond! Ma Man!” Chase declared.
Jamie immediately cowered away and looked away with embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being called out like this.
“Now now, it’s alright. Come on, Jamie. It’s gonna be okay.” Chase told him.
Jamie bit his lip and looked at him. ‘But...I don’t talk.’ Jamie muttered.
“I know. But James Bond is about the action...not about the words.” Chase told him. “Plus, you rock the costume better than I could ever do.” Chase told him.
Jamie smiled a little and started to gain some courage again.
Jamie looked around and suddenly gasped and covered his mouth with a huge grin on his face. There, standing in the corner, was Shawn Flynn dressed as THEE CHARLIE CHAPLIN! Jamie sprinted to Shawn and started clapping his hands excitedly. ‘Charlie Chaplin!’ He placed his index finger and middle finger on his upper lip, and slid it down fancily down to the bottom right of himself.
“Ihihis...that Charlie Chaplin in sign language?” Shawn asked.
Jamie nodded and pointed to himself. ‘I LOVE your costume!’ Jamie signed. He placed his hands on his cheeks like Kevin did in Home alone, with a huge smile on his face. He looked like he could scream out of pure excitement!
“Wehehell, I got Jamie’s approval!” Shawn told him.
“I love it too! It’s so accurate!” Chase reacted.
“Outdated guy, but fun costume!” Jackie told him.
Marvin smiled as he presented his costume: A rendition of David Copperfield.
Jackie clapped his hands and hugged Marvin. “I love it!” Jackie told him.
“I do too! It suits you greatly!” Henrik told him.
“Thank you!” Marvin replied.
Lastly, there was Henrik in his Sherlock Holmes costume.
“A German Sherlock Holmes! Never thought I’d see the day.” Chase reacted.
“Very vitzig, Chase.” Henrik joked.
“Why thank you!” Chase replied.
Jamie started doing the Sherlock Holmes signature hand gesture. ‘I suspect...murder.’ Jamie signed.
“Fantastic!” Henrik ran to Jamie and started shaking him. “VHERE IS ZHE MURDER?!”
Chase, Marvin and Jackie all bursted out laughing. Shawn giggled and shook his head at the boy's shenanigans.
“Alright! Who wants drinks?”
[20 minutes later]
Jackie, Marvin, Shawn and Chase were playing video games while quite drunk.
“Damn you Peach! Get out of the way! Bowzer coming through!” Chase shouted.
“Hey! Fick dich!” Henrik shouted back.
“Fuck you back!” Chase fought.
“fick dich zurück- YEEEEEEHEHEEEESSSS!” Henrik shouted, cheering and throwing his arms up in the air. “BEAT ZHAT, BRODY!” Henrik yelled.
“Aw, come on!” Chase fought. “That was SO unfair!” Chase whined.
“Dein Arsch is unfair!” Henrik declared, speaking in both german and english.
“My ass is unfair now?” Chase reacted. “Alright. Talk to the hands!”
Chase leaned his hands closer to Henrik and started tickling his belly. “A tickletickletickletickletickle!”
Henrik screeched and bursted out laughing. “SCHEHEHEHEHEIßEHE!” Henrik laughed.
“Shit is right, my main man!” Chase reacted.
“STAHAHAHAP ZHAHAHAHAT!” Henrik ordered.
“Sorry Sherlock, but you need to be distracted for a while! And what a better way than tickling!” Chase declared.
“THIHIHIHIS IHIHIS STUHUHUHUPIHIHIHID!”
“Stupid?! THIS IS! SPARTAAAA!” Chase shouted before bursting out laughing on his own.
Henrik pushed Chase off him and started tickling him back. “Revenge is mine, Dear Vatson!”
“Oooooh! You’ll get us?! And vhen vill zhat be?” Henrik asked.
“NOHOHOW!” Chase reached up and tried tickling his armpits. But his armpits were just not ticklish.
“Hahaha...Good try, mein Freund.” Henrik said with a smile.
“........Uh oh…” Chase mumbled.
And that was the moment Chase truly knew, he was screwed. Henrik and Jamie continued to tickle him till he went completely red and exhausted from all the tickles. And Chase did get revenge...Just eventually.
Marvin has a favorite spell he's been testing for a while. When Marvin wakes up in a playful mood, he decides to try it out on his friends for the first time!
This fanfiction was loosely based on @franklyshipping‘s series: ‘Marvin the Mischievous’. I added my own twist to it and everything. The only similar thing is the fact that Marvin is the main character, being all mischievous and stuff.
Marvin is a magician. We all know this. But did you know, he also has a spell book? Marvin's spell book was filled with many spells. Levitation spells, transformation spells, love spells, and millions more! But, there's one specific spell that Marvin keeps bookmarked with the words 'BEST SPELL' on the top of the bookmark.
That spell, is an Invisibility spell.
The invisibility spell is pretty self explanatory: Make yourself invisible. When mixed together, the powder can be initiated by sprinkling it onto yourself. It can be used for hiding things and sneaking around, but it's mostly a fun spell that you can use to mess with your friends. You can make them think the house is haunted, have them believe they have powers, or maybe just make them think they're having bad luck today. All of those possibilities can be achieved through the invisibility spell.
Marvin has been trying this spell out for a while now, in the comfort of his room. No one has seen him turn invisible yet. He's memorized the powder mix, and tested it out just on his own. This way, he's practiced his ability to sneak around quietly and used the powder whenever he pleases. That way, he can use it on his friends without posing any threats or harm. That's the last thing Marvin would want to do to his friends.
This morning though, Marvin woke up in a really playful mood. He almost immediately felt it since the moment he woke up. He wanted to play with someone. Mess with someone. Tickle someone...
Hmm...Tickling isn't a bad idea. Tickling while invisible seems like a genius plan! Marvin, you're a genius! For once in your life, you're a genius!
Marvin pulled out his spell book, and opened it to the bookmarked page: Page 138-139.
'Invisibility Powder
Mix together the following:
-1 Fern Leaf
-1 tbsp of Dried poppy seeds
Add:
-1 tsp Slippery elm powder
-1 tsp Myrrh
-1 tsp Marjoram
-3 small fresh Dillweed branches
Add 9 drops of almond cooking extract with enough spring water to make everything barely moist, and mix in well. Place in a ceramic bowl, spreading as thinly as possible, and dry the mixture over low heat, stirring it occasionally, until it seems lightly browned. Pour back into mortar, and grind again. When finely powdered, store in a clear glass container. It will keep its power for years. Sprinkle, just a little bit, on yourself, objects, or in a place to be made invisible.' Marvin read.
Marvin followed the instructions, placing everything in like he practiced. Then, Marvin placed it into a small bottle. Before putting it away, he sprinkled some onto himself. Then, he put a cork stopper onto the bottle top, and put the bottle in his pocket. Very soon, he could feel the powder taking effect. The moment he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, he was ready.
Marvin walked out of his room, making sure no one was walking by. He walked out of his room quietly, and began to walk. He walked around the entire house, keeping in mind where everyone was. Thankfully for Marvin, no two people were in 1 room at the same time. This made it easier for Marvin to consider who would be watching his attacks. After memorizing where everyone was, he went to the first victim's location: the kitchen. It was Jackie.
Jackie appeared to be eating a protein bar while leaning on the island. Marvin decided to wait a couple seconds for Jackie to finish his protein bar. Once Jackie finished his protein bar, he threw away the wrapper, and jogged up to his workout room. Quickly slipping through the door as to not raise suspicion, Marvin got into the workout room. He's seen the workout room before, and has watched Jackie workout. He usually started with weights.
Marvin watched as Jackie loaded up the bar with weights, before laying onto the bench set. Grabbing the barbell, he lifted it off the barbell rest, and started lifting, lowering and counting. Marvin walked around the mats that were on the floor, and snuck up behind the barbell rest. After placing the barbell back onto the rest, Marvin decided to attack. He scratched a single finger, into the back of Jackie's neck.
Jackie let out a surprisingly high pitched squeal! Marvin had to retreat his hand to stop himself from laughing. "What the-" Jackie muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. After brushing off the tickly feeling, Jackie decided to pick up the barbell, and do a few more lifts. In the middle of his lifts, Jackie felt a tickly feeling right on his abs.
"AAah! Whohoho's thehehere?!" Jackie asked through his giggles, as he placed the barbell back onto the rest before he lost energy. Marvin retreated his hand, and tried to think of another spot to tickle. Looking down, he noticed that the back of his knees were exposed, thanks to the space between the bench cushions. Marvin smirked as he quietly snuck up to the spot, and laid on his back underneath the bench. Marvin let Jackie do another round of curls, before poking and prodding the bottom of his knees with both his index fingers.
"Hehehehey! Shohohow yohohoursehelf!" Jackie ordered. Marvin removed his fingers. "I demand you to show yourself immedi-" Jackie yelled, before being interrupted by the returning ticklish feeling under his knees. "AAhahahAHAHA! Whohoho ahahare yohohohou?!" Jackie asked through his giggles and spouts of laughter. Jackie tried to sound intimidating, but the ticklish laughter was a lot more controlling than Jackie could've predicted. And unfortunately for him, laughing while making demands didn't intimidate even the most cowardly of villains. Marvin smiled, and decided to try something out. He crawled up to Jackie's shoes, grabbed onto his ankle, and brought his other hand up to his pocket. Marvin grabbed his bottle of powder, and sprinkled some powder onto the shoe. Very soon, the powder took effect and made the foot on the inside appear. He lifted his hand, poking and prodding the now-visibly socked foot.
"Whahahat the hehehehell?! Hohohow are yohohohou dohohohoing thihihis?!" Jackie asked through his light laughter. Jackie was so confused. What was even going on right now?! For Jackie, his foot still felt like the shoe hadn't left his foot at all. So, Jackie thought the criminal was tickling his feet through his shoes. How was this person tickling him through his shoes?! So much for trying to cover his feet up.
Marvin soon found where his toes were, and dug his pinky toe under his toes.
"AAAAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" Jackie begged. Wow...Jackie was already begging?! His toes must tickle a lot, to be begging THIS soon. Marvin smiled and moved his fingers to the inner arch of his foot.
"IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEATH!" Jackie yelled. Marvin smirked before removing both hands. He grabbed the powder once again, sprinkled some on, and watched as the shoe became visible once again. Standing up, Marvin eyed up his slightly tired victim. After a couple more seconds of breathing, Jackie got up, walked into an open space in his workout room, and got himself into a defensive stance.
"I demand you show yourself to me immediately!" Jackie demanded. Marvin rolled his eyes, and shook his head with an eyebrow slightly raised. "If you refuse to follow my orders, then I'll have no choice but to arrest you." Jackie warned in as serious of a tone as he could muster.
Marvin just about snorted at that remark. He sounded so confident, talking to a 'criminal' he couldn't even lay eyes on! How much damage does he think he's gonna cause? How do you attack something that doesn't even have a visual to aim at?
Marvin decided to mess around with him. He ran around, dodging every attack Jackie attempted. Every time Jackie attempted an attack, he would wind up hitting nothing and stumble. That was when Marvin would attack.
Jackie threw a punch and lost his balance for a moment. Marvin ganged up from the side and wiggled his fingers on his exposed side. "EEEEK! Knohohock ihihit ohohohoff!" Jackie said.
Next, Jackie attempted a few punches in one direction. Marvin pretended to silently yawn, before walking up behind him and shoving his hands into Jackie's armpits.
"NAHAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Jackie bursted out. His arms came crashing down, as he let out fits of laughter. Pretty soon, Jackie lifted his arms and ran away from the tickly fingers.
To try and land something, Jackie tried a roundhouse kick. This ended up backfiring however, as when his foot came up, Marvin just caught the leg in midair, and wiggled his fingers under his knees again.
"STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOOHOHOHO!" Jackie begged. It was starting to occur to Jackie, just how impossible this fight was gonna be. What was he supposed to do?!
Marvin let go of his leg and walked around him. Jackie decided to wait for the criminal to attack first. So, he waited. Marvin could sense what Jackie was planning. So, he circled the man, poking every ticklish spot he could find. He went for the sides, abs, stomach, neck, back, underarms, knees, and even a couple to the neck. Jackie reacted with either a squeal, a giggle or a yelp each time.
Finally, to end it all off: Marvin went behind him, and drilled his fingers into his hips. Jackie's reaction was priceless! He let out a super loud squeal and absolutely howled with laughter. It didn't take long for Jackie's knees to buckle and hit the ground. His hips were a death spot for him, and no one actually knew this except for Schneeplestein. Or so he thought...
"SHNEHEHEHEHEEP! IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT YOHOHOHOU?!" Jackie asked through his hysterical laughter. Marvin frowned at this, and dug his fingers harder into his hips.
"OHOHOHOHOHO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jackie screamed! He couldn't even properly speak anymore, he was laughing so much! Finally, Marvin finished up. He removed his fingers and walked away. Jackie's whole body collapsed onto a mat, utterly exhausted from the ticklish treatment he was just put through. Was it Dr. Schneeplestein?! If so, how was he invisible? Hopefully, he would get some answers soon...
Marvin's next target, was Chase Brody. Chase was playing video games in the gaming room. Yes, the Egos had a gaming room. The house came with an extra bedroom, which they converted into a gaming room. And in that gaming room, Chase was sitting in front of the big computer screen, playing Burnout Paradise on his Xbox. Marvin slightly opened the door, and checked to make sure he wasn't spotted. Once he was all clear, he opened it a bit more, and squeezed his body through the small opened wedge of the door before closing it.
"LOOK OUT EVERYONE! YA BOY AVERAGE, COMING THROUGH!" Chase shouted, just about giving Marvin a mini heart attack. Marvin jumped about 3 feet in the air, and almost yelled in surprise. That was close...
After calming himself down, Marvin tried to think of how to get his attention. Perhaps turning off the TV might be a good start? Marvin looked around, and found the remote halfway across the room for some reason. So, he grabbed it and turned the TV off.
"What the- COME OOOONN! I WAS SOOOOO CLOOOOSE!" Chase whined. while Chase was complaining, Marvin quickly removed the batteries, put them in his pocket, placed the remote back down and stepped aside. "Where's the remote again?" Chase asked himself. Chase looked around, and soon found the remote on the couch. He picked it up and clicked the power button.
It didn't turn on. Chase clicked it again. Nothing...Confused, he watched the remote as he clicked the power button...none of the buttons were lighting up...strange...
'did the batteries die?' Chase thought. He turned it around, and started to remove the lid from the battery compartment. Suddenly, Chase felt a poke against his stomach. Chase jumped backwards as his voice went wobbly for a moment. Okay...that was weird. He lifted up the battery lid, and noticed something: There were no batteries.
Chase placed the remote down, pulled out his phone and started texting a group text of the roommates in his house. Once the text went out, he placed the phone down. As he was bending down to pick up the remote, he felt a sudden push. Chase winded up losing his balance, and sitting on the ground.
"Alright, who's messing with me- Hehehehahaha! Hehehehey! Whohoho's tihihihihickling mehehehe?!" Chase said, bursting into a fit of giggles. Marvin smiled as he tickled his stomach. It's a good thing he's invisible right now.
"Hellohohohoho?! Who's-" Chase asked, before being interrupted by his own squeal. Marvin had started squeezing and lightly clawing at the sides of his tummy. "WAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!" Chase yelled, bursting into more laughter. It seems Chase was ticklish on his tummy. But what about his belly button?
Marvin dipped his finger into his belly button, and swirled it around. "EEEEEEK! NAHAHAT MY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTON! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Chase begged, turning his body onto his stomach. Marvin frowned. His barrel roll had caused Marvin to lose a couple tickle spots. But, not all hope was lost. While he was there, Marvin decided to try his back muscles around the spine. He used his index finger and his thumb to push against the muscles beside his spine. He would give his muscles a little wiggle, before lifting and pushing his fingers against the spine an inch lower each time. At first, there was less reaction and more questions.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? Heck, what are you even trying to do? Give me a back massage?"
But the lower down the spine that Marvin got, the more laughter started to show up.
"Wahait! Nahat any lohohower! Plehehease doOHOHOHO- OHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAVE- HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCYYY!" Chase shouted. His eyes had widened to the size of saucers, before shutting tightly as his fists pounded the floor almost aggressively.
Marvin decided to let him go...for now...He removed his hands and decided to instead, very lightly scratch the back of his neck. This seemed to allow Chase a chance to breath, but still caused some giggles to leave his mouth. "Hahahahahaha! Hahaha...heheheheh..." Chase giggles. The man seemed to be calming down, and surprisingly...Chase was starting to relax.
Chase still had no idea what was going on. He didn't understand how he was being tickled without anybody actually there. But because it involved tickling, he didn't really mind it. Though the laughter was forced, it still made him feel happy. Marvin removed his fingers completely and stood up. He was glad that he could make someone genuinely happy through doing this, but he still had a mission to attend to. So, he grabbed the batteries from his pocket and placed them on a corner table near the door. With the batteries in sight, Marvin left the room.
Marvin walked around, heading for the next target: Henrik's office. Now, Henrik was an interesting one. He had an in-home doctor's office in a small room, that had a door connecting his office to his bedroom. He liked working on medical based things, so Marvin would have to be careful he doesn't damage or ruin something of Henrik's in the process. Marvin already knew where Henrik's worst spots were, but wanted to start off easy. So, he snuck up behind him, waited for him to place something down, and fluttered his fingers on the back of his neck.
"WaAAAh!" Henrik yelped, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, embarrassed by the sound he just made. Despite what just happened, Henrik gave the back of his neck a little scratch, and went on with his day. However, he only managed to do this for 5 seconds because suddenly, Marvin drilled his fingers into the sides of Henrik's stomach. This caused a squeal and a giggle to leave his mouth, before he turned around and put his hands up in front of him in self defense. Though it was an attempt, this proved to be pointless, as Marvin snuck up behind him once again and drummed his fingers on Henrik's ribs.
"AAaahahahahehehe!" Henrik laughed and squirmed, falling to his knees as he protected his ribs with his arms. He didn't really understand what was going on, but he wondered if the thing could be grabbed. So, he attempted it. When Marvin would tickle Henrik, Henrik would let himself laugh and try to reach for the spot. It took quite a few tries, but Henrik manged to get something in the middle of his laughing. "AHahahahaha! Gahahatcha!" Henrik cheered through his giggles.
Marvin's eyes widened. How did he know?! Did he know who it was?! Marvin stayed quiet as Henrik felt the thing he was holding. He felt the palm, the wrist, the individual fingers and even the nails.
"...A human...An invisible human." Henrik muttered to himself. Before Henrik could discover anything else, Marvin grabbed his arm with his free hand, and pushed him. He watched as Henrik protested and pulled at his arm, but walked backwards, following him. After a bit more pushing, Marvin felt Henrik's back hit the wall behind him.
"Vhat on earth are you trying to do?!" Henrik yelled. Marvin let his arm go and skittered his fingers on Henrik's ribs again. "Vahahahahait! Ehehexplahahain yohohoursehehelf!" Henrik ordered through his laughter, letting go of Marvin's hand as he succumbed to the ticklish trap. Marvin added his now free hand into the mix, wiggling both hands' digits on Henrik's ribs. Henrik's laughter heightened and grew louder, and his knees started to give way.
Slowly, Henrik was falling and Marvin was bending down, following him down the wall. As Henrik finally hit the ground, Marvin moved his hands to the front, digging into the front of his ribs and into the core muscles. As Marvin expected, Henrik threw back his head and stretched out his legs. "NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Henrik reacted. He squirmed around, trying to get the mysterious hands away from his ticklish body, but to no avail. Marvin decided to take it up a notch, by switching his hand tactics to clawing and quick vibrating.
The reaction from Henrik was absolutely hilarious! "SCHEHEHEHEHEIßE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHALT! BIHIHIHIHIHIHITTE!" Henrik yelled through his hysterical laughter. Henrik was starting to revert to his native language! That rarely ever happened!
Marvin realized that this was a sign to stop very soon. The doctor kicked, he squirmed, he shook his head, and he swatted at the clawing hands. But nothing could stop the mysterious hands from tickling him. Marvin decided to try out two more spots before he stopped. Marvin moved his hands up to Henrik's armpits first.
"AAAAAAAAAAHH! NEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIN!" Henrik shouted! His arms had clamped down, trapping his hands under his arms. Maaayybe he should've tried the neck first...
Marvin stopped his fingers, and patiently waited for Henrik to let his hands go. When he did, Marvin shot his right arm up and lightly wiggled his fingers on Henrik's neck.
"Ohohohokay...okahahahay...Zhat's behehetter...Zhahahank yohohou..." Henrik said through his much more calm giggles. Marvin to completely stop, and give the poor man a break. He was afraid he might've gone overboard.
Marvin stood back up, and stared at the exhausted Henrik, who was deeply breathing on the floor. Feeling slightly bad, Marvin went over to the sink, got a glass of water and handed it to him. Henrik smiled, sat back up and took the drink.
"Zhank you...you didn't have to do zhat..." Henrik said, placing the paper cup beside him. Marvin smiled to himself, before leaving the room.
Next, was Jameson Jackson, or JJ/Jamie for short. Henrik looked around, but couldn't find JJ in his room. Strange...he was there earlier...Perhaps he moved?
He walked around for a while longer, soon finding JJ in the living room. He appeared to be working on a jigsaw puzzle of a street with old cars, and a farmer riding a horse. So far, JJ had the cars on the street filled and was starting to put together the hotel building, with the black car parked in between the buildings. Noticing a piece that fit a certain space, Marvin waited for JJ to look away. When he looked away, Marvin grabbed the puzzle piece, and fit it in quickly, before retreating and looking again. JJ looked back at the puzzle, and placed a piece...
'Wait a second..Wasn't that previously an empty space?' JJ thought to himself. Thinking he was losing his mind, JJ ignored it, and started looking around for another piece. While JJ was collecting a few more pieces, Marvin had grabbed a couple pieces and fit them in the right spot. JJ placed a piece in, and noticed it was...already filled? What? JJ looked at his own piece, looked around, and realized where it was actually supposed to go. Placing it in, he tried to wrack his brain to find out when he put that piece in. But...he couldn't recall putting it in at all!
While JJ was thinking, Marvin grabbed a pile of puzzle pieces, and started dragging them together to form a letter.
JJ reached for a pile of pieces, but felt nothing. Looking up, he noticed that the small puzzle pile he made earlier, was missing! Thinking they fell on the floor, he looked under the table...
No puzzle pieces. Looking back up, something caught his eye! A collection of puzzle pieces spelling something out:
'Hi' it said.
JJ's eyes widened, as he leaned away slightly. Is someone messing with him? If so, who?
JJ decided to try something. He pulled a pen out of his jacket, and made a notebook appear in his hand. He used the notebook to write a message.
'Hello.' JJ wrote. He placed the pen and paper on the other side of the table, and worked on the puzzle while he was waiting. After a couple more pieces were placed, JJ looked up to the notebook.
Nothing.
Perhaps he really was losing it. JJ looked back down at his puzzle, and looked around for the pieces of the Hotel sign in his puzzle.
Suddenly, a sound filled his ear...just for a moment. JJ looked up, to see the pen on top of the paper, rather than beside.
...Perhaps, he wasn't losing it? JJ looked at the notebook, and widened his eyes at the strokes of ink below his.
'Cool puzzle!'
JJ looked around him. To the right: no one. to the left: no one. behind him: no one. all around him: an empty room.
JJ narrowed his eyes. He grabbed the pen, wrote something down before placing it down in front of him.
JJ waited. He needed to know. Is there a ghost he wasn't aware of? Who else knew about this ghost? Why was there a ghost in here? What was its na-
JJ's thoughts stopped there, when suddenly...the pen started rising up! JJ jumped back in total shock! GHOST!
Despite what JJ was thinking, Marvin was picking up the pen, and writing down something before dropping the pen and letting it click against the paper. JJ looked at the notebook, and hesitantly picked up the paper with his shaky hand. He grabbed the notebook, watched the pen slide off the notebook and onto the table, and read the paper:
'Look behind you...' it read.
JJ bit his lip, nervous about what to see. He slowly turned around, clenching the notebook with his shaky hand. He opened his squeezed eyes, and looked...
A glove? Scratch that...two gloves were floating in front of him.
One of the gloves waved to him...JJ, not knowing what else to do, waved back.
Eager to get this show on the road, Marvin, with his gloves on, started wiggling his fingers. JJ raised an eyebrow, confused as to what 'wiggling fingers' meant.
The gloves flew towards him, and started examining JJ. One glove grabbed his hat and lifted it off his head, while the other glove felt his hair and ruffled it. JJ, slightly annoyed, grabbed his hat and plopped it back onto his head.
Marvin's gloved hand, now free of the hat, placed its finger on JJ's neck, and scratched the side of his neck. JJ let out a squeal and curled his neck instinctively. With the other gloved hand, Marvin scratched the other side of his neck. JJ scrunched his shoulders, a toothy grin showing up on his face as he tipped his head back. Marvin's fingers continued scratching, until one of the fingers got under the jawline. JJ let out another squeal, as his own hands came up to swat at the gloved hands. The gloved hands didn't budge however, as the other gloved hand only went for the other side of the jawline. JJ threw his head back as his giggles grew a little louder. Marvin smiled to himself. it's working!
Next, the gloved hands went up to JJ's ears. JJ squealed loudly, as his head curled to the side to stop the gloves from tickling his ear. When the other gloved hand went for the other ear, all hell broke loose. JJ bursted out laughing, before falling onto his back. Marvin's gloves followed him, dancing his fingers on JJ's tummy and sides. JJ's smile was toothy and wide, and his squirming was increasing rather quickly. Marvin kept his hands on JJ's tummy, making sure to squish and squeeze his toned belly as well. JJ was laughing and giggling, shaking his head, and signing frantically.
'Stop! Stop, too ticklish!' Marvin could understand through JJ's frantic signs. Marvin smiled at the adorable man below him, as he kept one hand on his belly and used the other hand to go back to scratching his ear. JJ's laughter turned to cackles, as he threw his head back and lost his hat.
Suddenly, the gloved hands started spidering his sides, and walked up, up and up across his ribs, and into his armpits! JJ's arms came crashing down as his body swayed frantically back and forth.
Marvin was absolutely enjoying this! So far, JJ has been the most fun to tickle! Marvin knew JJ was ticklish from watching other people tickle him, but he didn't know how ticklish he really was! That is, until now. At this moment, Marvin had JJ stuck being tickled for a while, and he wanted to appreciate it for as long as he possibly could.
So far, it seemed like JJ's most ticklish spots were his tummy and his armpits. Marvin just about died at the cuteness! He placed his gloved hands back onto his ticklish neck, and wiggled his fingers excitedly.
In the midst of Marvin's little attack, his eyes came across the useful item from earlier: the pen. Feeling a wide and mischievous smirk form on his lips, Marvin grabbed the pen, clicked the ballpoint tip open, and started to draw on his neck with the pen! JJ let out an ear-piercing squeal! Marvin could easily tell JJ was enjoying this, and could happily announce that JJ was having the most ticklish time of his life! He continued drawing on his neck, creating little drawings on JJ's neck. JJ was kicking his legs, trying not to squirm too much.
Soon, Marvin decided to give JJ a break. He removed his hands, clicked the pen and placed it aside. JJ stayed laying on the ground, curled in a ball and rubbing his ticklish spots free of the leftover tingly feeling. While JJ was laying there, Marvin wrote a note into the notebook and placed it down. JJ eventually got up, grabbed the notebook and read the words written:
'Thanks for the little tickle session! P.S. You have an adorable smile!'
JJ could feel his cheeks heating up as he tried to hide his growing grin from whoever could be watching. Was he still there? He couldn't see the gloves anymore. So...perhaps he left?
And indeed, he did! Marvin had left JJ a couple minutes ago, and went to find Shawn: his last victim. Now, Marvin was a little nervous about this one. He wanted to leave Shawn till the very end for a specific reason, that he refused to admit. He wanted to think outside the box for Shawn's.
Marvin suspected he was in his room, painting, toy making, something of that sort. Marvin walked up to the open door and looked in: Turns out, he was right!
Shawn was holding a mixing tray, playing with different colors on a blank canvas.
'Man, that painting looked good!' the magician thought. Marvin looked around the room, and settled his eyes on Shawn's desk. On the desk were many cup holders: One for pencils and pens, one for scissors, sharpeners and erasers, one for glue sticks, and lastly: one for paintbrushes. There was a big variety of brushes: From tiny tipped brushes, to large wall paintbrushes. Marvin's lips formed into a mischievous smirk as an evil, ingenious idea came to his head.
Marvin snuck into the room. He walked past the display of toys and the reading chair, and towards the desk. He picked up the container of paintbrushes, and grabbed a small one and a big one from the cup. Just as he was placing the cup back, Shawn had turned around, and noticed that the brush container was moving by itself! Shawn dropped his paint-filled brush and gasped. This got Marvin's attention. Shoot...this wasn't part of the plan...
Marvin decided to quickly improvise. He put 3 of the brushes onto the desk, and carried the second biggest one with him. As he walked up to Shawn suspense-fully, he pointed the brush end at the painter, shaking it back and forth. Shawn jumped out of his chair, and made a run for it. he ran around his room a couple times, before running out the door. Marvin followed him as they entered the hallway.
A wild chase had begun. Shawn took twists and turns to try and slow the paintbrush down, but found that the paintbrush was getting closer and closer no matter what he did. As he tried to look for a place to hide, he realized there was a chair in front of him. Jumping up, he landed on the seat, and took a step onto the table! He took a couple steps on the table, before suddenly: His running came to a screeching halt! He tried to run. His legs were going, his arms were swaying back and forth, but his body wasn't moving! Before he could find out what was going on, his whole body was pulled backwards into an invisible grip!
Shawn yelled, but his mouth was silenced by...what felt like a hand? He tried to fight it, but struggled to keep it up. His fighting slowly turned to squirming as something started tickling him in the mysterious grip. Shawn muffled grunts turned to muffled laughter as his ribs were poked and clawed at. God...he probably looked really weird, laughing and squirming as he floated in the air. Thankfully no one was around to witness this.
As Shawn's muffled laughter continued, he watched as the mysterious creature carried him back to his room, and placed him onto his bed. Shawn attempted to escape again, but was stopped by a body...a body he couldn't see. The only thing he could see, was the hand imprints in his bed. Shawn started to feel around. Originally, he was trying to find an opening. But soon...that thought left his mind as a new thought replaced it: 'Who is this?'. Shawn felt everything he could reach: the arms, the head, the face, the hands, the shoulders, even the chest. It soon dawned on him that this was a human...and telling by the mask he could feel on the person's face, not just any human...
"...Wwwaaaaaaiiit...M-Marvin?" Shawn asked. Marvin's jaw dropped. HOW DID HE-...
Marvin started laughing nervously. "How did you know?" Marvin asked, using his voice for the first time.
"HEEEEYY! It IS you!" Shawn yelled excitedly.
"Yup...it's me..." Marvin said, embarrassed that Shawn found out who he was.
"Why, in the world, are you invisible?!" Shawn asked. Marvin pulled the bottle of invisible powder out of his pocket. Shawn rolled his eyes and let his head fall onto the bed with a smile on his lips. "Invisible powder? Really?" Shawn asked. Marvin pulled the cork off of the bottle, and sprinkled a bit onto his head. Suddenly, his body started appearing, bit by bit.
"...Surprise?" Marvin said awkwardly, before falling into a fit of laughter.
"You were the one controlling the brush?!" Shawn asked, laughing himself.
"Yes!" Marvin replied.
"You were the one who picked me up, and tickled me?!" Shawn asked with a smile on his face.
Marvin looked away, his face heating up and a cheeky grin growing onto his face. "...Maaaaaayybe..." Marvin replied.
Shawn narrowed his eyes and smirked in a mischievous, but curious manner. Suddenly, two hands gripped him. "Come here, ya little shit!" Shawn yelled, before spinning them both around. Now, Shawn was on the top, and Marvin was below him. "You know, you could've told me about your little crush." Shawn declared, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head. As Shawn thought about where to tickle first, he looked up to Marvin. "So tell me: Do you have a crush on me?" Shawn asked, before licking his lips eagerly. Marvin just about died upon watching that. Suddenly, a hand had found his side. Marvin looked down, and saw that it was Shawn's hand...uh oh..."I think someone needs some help confessing..." Shawn teased, clawing at Marvin's side. Marvin bursted into laughter as his body started squirming.
"Hahahahaha! Shaahahahawn! Thahahahat tihihihickles!" Marvin whined through his laughter.
Shawn gasped dramatically. "What?! This TiCkLeS? Perhaps I'd better fix that for you! What do you say, Marvy?" Shawn asked in a teasy voice. Marvin's laughter grew louder, as embarrassment over the nickname took a hold of him.
"DOHOhohon't cahahahall mehehe thahahahat!" Marvin yelled out of embarrassment.
"Hmm...I'll take that as a yes." Shawn decided, before giving Marvin a break. He walked over to his desk, and eyed up the single paintbrush laying on the desk. He knew Marvin was planning to use them on him. So...what would happen if Shawn reverse carded him, and used the paintbrushes on Marvin? Shawn smirked, grabbing the paintbrush from the desk and placing them into his pocket before walking back. Shawn grabbed the tiny brush out of his pocket and lifted up his shirt. Then, he dipped the paintbrush end into Marvin's belly button.
"aaAAAH! NAHAHAHAT THE BEHEHEHELLY BUHUHUTTON! HAHAHAHAHA!" Marvin yelled, bursting into laughter as he tried to squirm away from the paintbrush. Unfortunately, Shawn's brush would only follow the belly to wherever it squirmed to.
"There! That's a lot better." Shawn declared, swirling the paintbrush in Marvin's belly button.
"HAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAWN! PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Marvin pleaded. Shawn smirked at the sound. Was Marvin already begging? It certainly didn't take that long.
Shawn gave Marvin another break. He pulled the invisible powder bottle out of Marvin's pocket, pulled off the cork and sprinkled a bit onto his head.
"Wa-wait! Yohou dohohon't know how tohoho use ihihit!" Marvin argued, still giggly from being tickled a moment ago.
"Nah, I get it...See? Not so easy to see now, huh?" Shawn replied, showing Marvin his now invisible hands, holding the bottle and cork in his hands. Shawn placed the cork back into the bottle, gave it to Marvin, and started walking around the room.
"Uuuuhuhuh...Shaaahahawn?" Marvin warned, nervous giggles leaving his throat. Suddenly, a pair of hands had trapped Marvin into a tight hug from behind. From there, Marvin started laughing as fingers started attacking his ribs, tummy and sides. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAAHAHAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!" Marvin shouted, as best he could through his uncontrollable laughter.
"Aww! Come on, really? You can't take a bit of tickling?" Shawn asked.
"IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Marvin yelled back, squirming and attempting to swat at Shawn's hands.
"Oooooh! Okay! So, you like lighter tickles then?" Shawn asked playfully.
Marvin didn't even wait a second to answer. YEHEHEHEHES!" Marvin yelled frantically. Shawn nodded, before stopping his fingers. He didn't let him go, though. He remained holding onto him, and calmly felt the man's deep breaths. He leaned his chin onto Marvin's shoulder as he processed the feeling, slowly closing his eyes to stay focused.
Shawn and Marvin remained like this for a while. Marvin had placed his hands on top of Shawn's, and leaned his head against Shawn's as well. They were both comfortable in each other's arms...
That was, until Shawn blew a raspberry into Marvin's neck.
"HEHEHEHehehehey! I thohohought wehehe were hahahaving ahaha mohohohoment?!" Marvin asked.
"We are! I'm just adding some laughter into the moment!" Shawn replied, before giving Marvin another raspberry into his neck. Marvin bursted out laughing again. When the laughter slowly died down, Shawn would blow another raspberry.
"Shahahahahahawn! Ihihit- AAAHAHAHaha! Ihihit tihihihickles!" Marvin whined, his laughter growing as he was given another raspberry in between his sentence.
"Really? It tickles? Here! Let me fix that!" Shawn decided, before blowing multiple raspberries up and down Marvin's neck.
"Mean?! You think I'm mean?! I'm offended, Marvin!" Shawn reacted. Shawn continued to raspberry his neck, but also resumed the clawing on Marvin's tummy and sides again. Marvin threw his head back and bursted out into even more laughter! The more he laughed, the more his laughter turned to cackles! Soon, Marvin's cackles took over his body as he squirmed frantically to get out of Shawn's grip.
"AHA! I've gotcha!" Someone said. Suddenly, a pair of hands had scooped up Shawn, and dragged him backwards a few steps. Marvin got out of Shawn's loosened grip, and took off running to the wall on the other side of the room, before turning himself around.
"HEY! LET ME- EEEEK! HEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shawn squealed, before falling into a fit of laughter. Marvin's eyes widened as he gazed at the person. It was Henrik! Oh gosh...He was trying to get revenge on the invisible person!
"Oooh! Does zhe invisible human have ticklish ribs, by any chance?" Henrik teased, before drilling his fingers into the bottom ribs and wiggling them. Shawn's laughter grew louder and higher as he kicked and pushed against the arms that trapped him.
"YEHEHEHEHESS! THEHEHEHEY'RE TOHOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!" Shawn yelled through his laughter. Henrik rolled his eyes and decided to raise his arms a little higher. He started digging his fingers into the middle ribs, making sure to dig into the sides of the ribs as well as the front.
"GAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON"T GO HIGHER! DOHOHOHON'T GOHOHO HIGHEHEHER!" Shawn begged.
"Oh, I'm going higher. Your laughter gets louder zhat vay!" Henrik replied, before dragging his fingers a little higher and digging into the ribs. Shawn's protests continued leaving his mouth, but soon, his squirming had started to die down. Marvin was SO thankful to not be in that situation.
"Now: Let's see who zhis invisible tickler is..." Henrik said, before pulling a bottle of invisible powder out of his pocket. Wait a second...
"Where did you get that?" Marvin asked slightly frantic.
"From your room. Either zhis is a ghost, or zhis is a fellow friend of ours." Henrik theorized, before sprinkling some invisible powder onto the invisible person's shaking head. The powder starting taking effect, as Shawn's body started reappearing in Henrik's arms. "Shawn?!" Henrik reacted, his jaw dropping at the shocking news.
"Yahahaha...whahahat dohoho yohou wahahahahant?" Shawn asked, confused as to what was going on.
"I vant to know why you vere tickling people in zhe house?" Henrik explained.
Henrik narrowed his eyes, as bits of frustration started to spark inside of him. Henrik decided to dig his hands into Shawn's armpits. "Now's not a good time to start denying. Spit zhe truth out!" Henrik ordered, still tickling him.
Shawn squeezed his armpits shut as he squirmed back and forth. "I AHAHAHAM TEHEHEHELLING THEHEHE TRUHUHUHUHUTH!" Shawn shouted.
"Oh, I doubt that!" Henrik replied, continuing his ticklish revenge on the 'invisible tickler'.
"Actually...he's not lying. Shawn wasn't the one who tickled everyone..." Marvin explained.
"Vait...really? Zhen, vhy vas Shawn invisible?" Henrik asked.
Shawn breathed in as much as he could, but also attempted to speak. "Because *huff* I...was *huff* getting...revenge...*huff* on Marvin. *huff* " Shawn said through puffs of air.
Henrik narrowed his eyes, and looked at Marvin. Marvin was scratching the back of his head, with a wobbly smile on his face. "Yyyyyup...Iiiit was meee..." Marvin confessed awkwardly. Henrik's revenge focused switched, dropping Shawn and running up to Marvin to cover him in vengeful tickles.
"Wait! Hold on- Henrik! We can talk about this, can't we?" Marvin attempted.
"Oh yes, ve CAN talk! Let's talk TICKLES!" Henrik said, before trapping Marvin in his arms and squeezing at his tummy.
"WAAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHENRIHIHIHIK!" Marvin yelled, bursting out into hysterical laughter. Henrik's fingers proceeded to dance all over Marvin's tummy, and he soon dipped his index finger into Marvin's sunken belly button.
Marvin exploded with laughter! "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MEHEHERCY! MEHEHEHEHERCYY!" Marvin pleaded.
Henrik let his lips form into a smirk, before bringing his lips to Marvin's ear. "No amounts of mercy vill be given to you for a vhile. So yust do me a favor: Laugh it aaaaaalll out." Henrik whispered into his ear, before launching the ultimate tickle attack on the magician.
And indeed, Marvin laughed. And laughed, and cackled...and snorted, and let out all his other laughs as well! It was about time that Marvin gets that ultimate wrecking they've all been waiting for. In the end, Henrik took pity on him, and let him go. Then, all was well when Henrik gave him a glass of water.
New Years Eve is finally here, and the Egos have opened up the bar to party! Chase, Jackie, Shawn and Henrik end up getting a little too drunk, and JJ and Marvin have to keep things under control.
Thankfully, everyone seems to be happy, playful and silly right now. This could be easy!...right?
There's a few swears in this fanfic. Just be warned.
It's New Years Eve, and the Egos have opened up the bar for some good ol' fashioned partying! A little known fact about Jamie: He is an AMAZING bartender! He can come up with those well-known alcoholic blends on the fly! How? He simply memorized them from working full-time as a bartender for many years, before his entertainment career took off! So, Jamie was volunteering behind the counter, serving up the Ego's favorite drinks. He was also keeping in mind how much each ego was drinking. Knowing Chase, he might end up overdoing it. Shawn was known for overdoing the drinks as well, so he'd have to keep an eye on both of them. Thankfully, Marvin didn't appear to be drinking very much. Telling by the cup in his hand, Marvin was most likely drinking something. But it was barely anything compared to the other Egos.
"Hey Jamie, my man! Can I have one of those Jack and cokes please?" Chase asked. Jamie smiled, nodded his head and took his glass back. He placed a few ice cubes into the glass, dumped some Jack Daniel's whiskey into the glass, and filled the rest of it with Coca Cola. Then, he handed it to Chase and put the lid back onto the Jack Daniel's.
"Thanks! You're the best! How long have you been bartending for?" Chase asked, taking a sip of his cocktail.
'35 years.' Jamie signed back. Chase choked on his drink.
"How old are you again?!" Chase asked, wide-eyed. Jamie laughed, and clapped his hands in amusement.
'Do you really wanna know?' Jamie asked, still silently laughing in both amusement and embarrassment.
"Yeah! How old are ya?" Chase repeated. Jamie shook his head with a big smile on his face.
'Older than I look, that's for sure.' Jamie replied.
"Aw, come on man! Specify!" Chase whined.
Jamie bursted out into another fit of laughter. He took a moment to calm down, before answering his question. 'Honestly? Older than the World War II survivors. I should be dead.' Jamie replied, before falling into another fit of laughter. Chase's face went pale, as he slowly, and awkwardly, placed his drink down on the coaster in front of him.
"Jesus...You're older than most of the boomers that are still living..." Chase muttered.
Chase gasped, causing Jamie to burst out laughing once again. "HEY! How DARE you make fun of me! I'll have you know, that the millennial's are the most well-behaved generation so far!" Chase argued.
'Is that true? Or is that just your biased opinion?' Jamie asked.
"He's right." Henrik butted in. "Millennial's are zhe most vell-behaved generation, according to scientists." Henrik clarified.
'Well, I'm not surprised. My generation was drinking, partying and having sex every evening.' Jamie mentioned.
"That's true." Chase agreed.
"And surprizingly, not a lot has changed, over zhe years..." Henrik muttered, before sipping on his drink. Jamie giggled at Henrik's last remark.
15 minutes later:
"Hey guys! I have a funny idea! Let's watch Unus Annus on YouTube! I'd like to see what kind of hilarious content is going up on that!" Chase suggested excitedly.
"Oh dear god...Not ZHIS again!" Henrik sighed, rubbing his nose.
Jamie clapped his hands, and pointed both index fingers at Chase. 'Let's do it!' Jamie signed excitedly.
"I'll get it ready!" Jackie yelled, running to Chase's room to grab the computer and the HDMI cord.
In a few minutes, all 6 egos were sitting on chairs in the living room, flipping through the channel and its content.
"Which one? We've got loooots of content to watch!" Chase asked.
"OOH! COOKING WITH-"
"NEIN! VE ARE NOT VATCHING ZHAT VONE!" Henrik interrupted Jackie.
"Awww...you're no fun..." Jackie whined.
"What about turning Ethan into a mummy?" Chase suggested.
"Sure!" Shawn replied.
'Good choice!' Jamie signed.
"Okay. Zhat's user friendly." Henrik replied.
Chase turned on the video, and sat down.
[After the year long countdown played, Ethan started describing what he wanted his body to be mummified with, and surrounded by. Soon, the pair found a Ted Talk on making a Mummy.
"Are you gonna have to put your hand in my mouth?!" Ethan asked in surprise and horror.
"Oooh yeah." Mark said in a smooth voice.
"Noooooo..." Ethan said in a monotone voice.]
"I don't like how sexy that sounded..." Marvin admitted. Chase bursted out laughing at the remark.
[The narrator started explaining the process, telling Mark and Ethan about the spike hammered into the skull, the mashing of the brain, flushing it from the nose, and the pouring of the tree resin into the skull.
"It's a Neti Pot!" Ethan exclaimed.
"What?!" Mark reacted to Ethan's remark.
"We've done step three already!" Ethan added. Mark bursted out in deep laughter.]
"What- when did they do that?" Shawn asked.
"They used a Neti Pot in a previous video." Chase explained.
"It's a nose-cleansing device. You put it in your right nostril, it runs through zhe right nostril, and out zhe left nostril." Henrik explained.
Jamie's facial expression turned to horror, as he covered his nose and mouth in pure horror. Chase laughed at Jamie's reaction, before looking back at the video.
[The duo discover through doing the Unus Annus videos, they've already done the first few steps of mummification.]
"I feel like we're skipping a few videos by choosing this one..." Shawn commented.
"Kinda, but not really." Chase replied.
[Mark comments on how Ethan speaks normally off camera.
"You're like uh, you're like uh...Yu-Gi-Oh! You're like Yu-Gi-Oh! When you open the EGYP-TIAN...pyramid-"
Ethan's hair gets covered by a PNG image of Yu-Gi-Oh's hair, and the background slowly changes to an action-based animation from the Yu-Gi-Oh anime.
"-Turn into another person!" Mark finishes.
"It's...all connected." Ethan exclaims, clapping the bottom of his right hand, over the palm of his left hand.]
Jamie, Jackie and Chase all laughed at the Yu-Gi-Oh transformation.
["How are we gonna do the first steps?" Ethan asked, as he laid on the table.
"I am going to suck out your brain, with this patented brain sucker." Mark replied, showing Ethan the box that said NOSEFRIDA on the front.
"OH! MY GOD!" Ethan yelled, in silly horror.]
"Hahahaha! Zhat's PERFECT!" Henrik laughed.
"What is it?" Marvin asked.
"He explains it." Chase replied.
["This is meant to suck the snot out of baby's noses." Mark explained.]
"Oh...OH NO!" Marvin exclaimed, laughing in slight horror.
["What if I..." Mark said, before walking away. "I'll be right back." Mark said, leaving through the white door on the right.
Suddenly, Mark came barreling into the room, with a sucking device, shaped like a gun.
"DON'T put it in your nose, if it's going in mine!" Ethan warned. "Now remember: The safe word is please." Ethan said, making Mark laugh.]
"OH GOD NO!" Jackie reacted, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.
[After a first attempt, it was discovered that Mark, will certainly, have to do it himself.
"Fine. I will SUCK! THE FUCK! out of your brains!" Mark declared, bending down to his knees.]
Marvin and Jamie laughed at that.
[Mark put the end of the tube in his mouth, and started sucking.]
Chase gasped. "EWW! OHOHO MY GAHAHAD!" Chase shouted, laughing in pure disgust.
"That's DISGUSTING!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Do people have to actually do that to their babies?!" Marvin asked.
"Yup! I've done it once. But, it's a lot less uncomfortable when it's your baby. When a MAN, is sucking the SNOT out of ANOTHER MAN, THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER STORY!" Chase replied.
[After the sucking part, Mark and Ethan moved onto the guts part.
"I think, for you, more than just your heart is is the seed of your soul. I think your tum tum-" "I think your gutty wutty's-" "Livvy witty-" "Panc-wee-essy-" Mark cooed. Ethan bursted out in flustered giggles]
"Hahaha! That's adowable!" Chase cooed.
Jamie's face turned slightly red. 'Stop.' Jamie signed.
"What? Why? Are you embawassed? Is de wittwe boy embawassed?" Chase asked in a baby voice.
Jamie covered his face in embarrassment, and nodded.
"Awww! That's SOOO adowable! Where are those dimples? I wanna see those dimples!" Chase cooed, wiggling his fingers to further tease the man.
Jamie removed his hands to sign. 'Stop please!" Jamie signed.
"THERE'S those adowable dimples! I see them! Oh yes, I see them!" Chase cooed, poking and squeezing Jamie's cheeks.
Jamie, already embarrassed as it is, was now getting his cheeks squeezed like a baby?! That's taking it to another level. Even though he was a father who knew how to tease a person to oblivion, Jamie still knew how to embarrass Chase back. Jamie reached his hands out, and skittered his fingers under Chase's armpits.
"AHAHA! SHIT! NOHO! JA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Chase bursted out loudly, bouncing back, and feeling his back hit the couch with a thump. Jamie took advantage of the situation and continued his tickle attack.
"Ooooh! Looks like Jamie's got the upper hand! Let's see how long THIS lasts!" Jackie cheered.
Shawn, who giggling at the sight, quietly got up behind the dapper boy and squeezed Jamie's sides. Jamie squealed in surprise, and giggled as Shawn start spidering his fingers on his sides. However, Jamie wasn't giving up so easily...Jamie reached his hands behind him, and felt his hands touch someone's knee. sensing who's it was, Jamie smirked, wrapped his fingers around the top of his knee and squeezed.
"AH! Gahahad dahahahamn ihihit!" Shawn let out, letting go and falling into a puddle of giggles. Jamie quickly whipped himself around, lifted up Shawn's leg and skittered his fingers under Shawn's knee.
"BAHAhahahahaha! Yohohohou suhuhuhuhuhuck!" Shawn yelled, bursting into even more laughter.
Jamie's choice to ignore Chase, ended up being a big mistake. Because before Jamie could stop it, Chase had grabbed his ankle, pulled off his shoe, and started scratching his socked foot. Jamie's whole body jolted, before dropping the leg and attempting to scoot away and pull his foot free. But Jamie had fallen into a trap! He had scooted himself into Shawn's arms! Shawn pushed his arms through Jamie's armpits, and held him down.
"Now Chase! Get 'em!" Shawn commanded quickly. Chase wasted no time, as he continued scratching and wiggling his fingers on specific spots on his foot. Jamie arched his back and silently laughed as a bad spot on his foot was attacked wildly. Refusing to get stuck like this forever, Jamie kept his back arched and got ready to reach his hands back.
All of a sudden, Chase moved his fingers to the inner arch of Jamie's foot. Uh oh! Not good! Jamie threw his head back as the new spot was scratched, and wounded up delaying his attack for a couple seconds. With his mind focused once again, Jamie reached his hands behind him.
"Oh no you don't!" Shawn warned, wrapping his arms around Jamie's to stop him. However, That ended up helping Jamie in the long run! Jamie felt for somewhere on his sides. Feeling his hands touch Shawn's hips, he wasted no time and drilled his fingers right into Shawn's hips.
"AAAH! WAIT! JAHAHAHAMIE! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Shawn bursted out, falling into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Chase stopped for a moment. "What- How are you so flexible?!" Chase exclaimed, unable to relate.
Shawn, who was still trying to keep Jamie detained, tried to stay focused on holding onto him, while Jamie attacked his worst spot. Though, he wasn't making it easy for him. Jamie had fallen into a pattern of wiggling, and drilling. Wiggling, and drilling. continuing his drilling, before switching to wiggling. He stayed wiggling for a little while, before drilling AND wiggling at the same time.
"JAHAHAHAMIHIHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Shawn pleaded.
"I think the only way you're getting out of this one, is by letting go of the guy." Marvin commented, snickering at Jamie's shit-eating grin.
Jamie winked at Marvin, before he switched tactics from wiggling in the hollows of his hips, to drilling his ring fingers into the back of his hips.
"WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT THERE! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Shawn shouted.
Jamie changed from drilling, to wiggling. He wiggled, and wiggled and wiggled, until he switched to his middle fingers from the first set getting tired.
"WAI- SHIHIHIHIHIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!!" Shawn shouted, removing his arms as quick as possible, and flopping his arms above his head in surrender. Jamie tried to get off the couch, but ended up falling off the couch due to his foot still being stuck. His head and his back was against the ground, while his feet were still on the couch. His right foot was sitting there lazily, while his left foot was still captured by Chase's hand.
"Ouch...How did that feel?" Chase asked, referring to his head. Jamie rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger.
"Bahahaha! Yeah! Go give yourself a fuck, Chase!" Marvin yelled. Henrik guffawed and covered his mouth, remembering the game the quote was from. Chase's jaw dropped, as he turned his head to Marvin.
"How about you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?" Chase threatened, jumping up, and sprinting to take down Marvin.
"Wha- WaitwaitWAITWAIT WAIT! CHASE! I'M SORRY! DO-" Chase picked up Marvin, placed his back onto the back of the couch, and pushed him over. Marvin's body did a full 180, before his head landed on the couch seat, and his legs rested on the back of the couch. Marvin was essentially sitting upside down on the couch. For Chase, that was exactly what he wanted. Chase grabbed Marvin's ankles and readied them under his arm.
"What are you even doing? Play wrestling? OoooOOOHHH GOHOHOD! AW COHOHOME OHOHOHON, MAHAHAN!" Marvin yelled, bursting into laughter as the soles of his feet were being scratched by Chase's fingers.
"Hey! You started it with your Little Misfortune bologna. I'm just returning the favor!" Chase shot back, scratching on the underside of his heel. Marvin's laughter turned to cackles, as he shook his head and flailed his arms. Chase had him in a position where, if he wanted revenge, he was gonna need a lot of core strength. Unfortunately for him, that was one thing he lacked.
Not only that, but during his squirming, Marvin's shirt had fallen down a bit, exposing his belly a little bit. Henrik, who was sitting right beside the upside down laughing magician, couldn't help but smile and lift his right hand up to the exposed tummy.
"Somevone's got a cute leetle tummy, I see. Boop! Boop boop boop!" Henrik complimented, giving his belly and his belly button a few pokes and scratches.
"HEHEHEHEHEY! NOHOHOT YOU TOOHOHOHOHOHO! THIHIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAHAHAIR!" Marvin yelled through his laughter. He tried to cover up his stomach, but Henrik grabbed his wrists and pushed them against the couch cushion. With his dominant hand, he continued to skitter his fingers on Marvin's tummy.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Marvin begged.
"Please vhat? Please tickle you more? Alright! Shawn?" Henrik said, turning his head towards Shawn. "Do you have a paint brush vizh you?" Henrik asked.
Shawn smiled, and pulled a paintbrush out of his pocket. "Always do." Shawn said, throwing the paintbrush his way. Henrik caught it.
"Zhanks!" Henrik said, before dipping the paintbrush into his belly button.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Marvin begged, squirming his belly to get away from the paintbrush. However, the paintbrush would only follow his squirming and dip itself back into his belly button.
“Vhat’s wrong, Marvin? Toooooooo ticklish?” Henrik asked, smirking as he started to spin the paintbrush.
“CHAHAHAHAHASE! TOOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Marvin yelled. Henrik looked towards the end of the couch, and saw Chase...tickling under his toes!
“This little piggy went to the market...” Chase said, wiggling his big toe. Henrik's eyes widened, as a smile grew onto his lips in amusement.
“NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON’T!” Marvin begged, his face turning red as he laughed.
This little piggy went home...” Chase said, wiggling the second toe.
“And THIS little piggy went...” Chase teased, pausing the rhyme to create more suspense. Instantly, Chase skittered all 5 fingers on the entire foot. “WEE WEE WEE WEE WEE! All the way home!” Chase cooed.
“HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marvin laughed. His face was practically a tomato, and his body was starting to get REALLY tired! So, Chase let go of his legs, and pushed his legs to the side. Marvin's whole body fell comfortably onto his side, as the exhausted Marvin laid there, breathing deeply through his mouth.
"You okay? We didn't kill ya, did we?" Chase asked.
"I-*huff* I'm fine... *huff* I'll be *Huff* *Huff* Fihihine...*Huff*" Marvin said through his breaths.
Chase let out a sigh of relief. Henrik handed Shawn back his paintbrush, while Jamie sat back onto the couch with a big smile on his face, that he just couldn't hide.
"What's so funny?" Chase asked, both suspicious and curious about his motives.
'imagining your reaction to my plan to get revenge.' Jamie signed, before tackling him down.
"Jamie, Wait- HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!" Chase exclaimed, before bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter, from Jamie's fingers in his armpits.
Jamie's smile grew wider as his fingers skittered and scratched, and soon decided to move down to his ribs.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THE RIHIHIHIBS! AHAHANYTHIHIHING BUT THEHEHE RIHIHIHIHIBS!" Chase shouted, shaking his head back and forth as Jamie dug into and in between the ribs.
Jamie gave Chase the puppy face, before taking in a quick inhale, and...Blew a big raspberry! right on Chase's ribs!
Chase's laughter turned into cackles, as his face turned a deep scarlet color! His hat came flying off as well!
Liking how red his face had gotten, Jamie took in an inhale, and blew short raspberries on multiple ribs!
This was when Chase's laughter went silent. He seemed just about done. It didn't take long, but that didn't really matter. Jamie smiled, messed up his hair a little, and got up off of him.
As Jamie walked, he was suddenly stopped, by Shawn of all people. Jamie crossed his arms, putting on an irritated teenage face.
"It's my turn for revenge." Shawn announced, before grabbing Jamie, flipping him around, and shoving his hands into his sides once again.
Jamie squealed, and fell into a massive puddle of giggles as he squirmed around in Shawn's stronghold.
"Jackie! Grab his arms!" Shawn ordered quickly. Jackie nodded, stood up and quickly grabbed his arms and held them out in front of him.
Once his arms were completely contained, Shawn continued tickling his sides, and squeezed his tummy a little bit as well. Jamie laughed, giggled, cackled and squirmed through the whole thing. He even let out a few snorts! That was an adorable thing to hear! Eventually, before the clocked striked twelve, everyone had gotten their share of ticklish revenge. Happy New Year, everyone! May everyone have an amazing 2020.
