Summary: Instead of Chuck seeing an old lady and a dog, he gets a taste of his own medicine.
Pairing: Implied none
Word Count: 753
A/N: I just watched the movie again and now they’re in my head, so I had a last minute change of plan for todays prompt. Enjoy!
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Auggie prowled through the halls of the Bellows mansion, searching for his mischievous friend who was undoubtedly hiding and waiting to scare him.
Moments prior, Chuck had snuck up behind him and gave him a friendly little jumpscare before scurrying up the stairs with a childish giggle.
"Bet you can't catch me!!" He had called out in a playful voice, Disappearing from Auggie’s view.
"Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat."
Meanwhile, Chuck ran into one of the many rooms in search of a hiding spot.
"Chuck? You're not gonna scare me.
Upon hearing his friends voice, he jumped into a nearby wardrobe and tried to stifle his giggles.
He tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, finding it increasingly harder to stay quiet while his friend called his name.
The blonde walked into one of the rooms and scanned his surroundings, only to find no sign of the shorter boy.
Just as he was about to walk away and search elsewhere, he heard a stifled giggle coming from an old wardrobe in the corner of the room.
Typical…
Rolling his eyes, he pretended to walk away, only to sneak back into the room and tip toe up to the beat up furniture.
Chuck felt his heart beating with anticipation, ready to frighten his uptight friend. But before he could burst through the wardrobe doors, Auggie beat him to the punch, flinging them open and grabbing him, causing him to emit a shriek of surprise.
“HA!” Cried Auggie, wrestling the other to the floor with ease. “Told you you weren’t gonna scare me.”
The dark haired boy froze for a second, not exactly expecting to be the victim of the scaring, or to be pinned down, for that matter.
When he snapped out of it, he smiled nervously and squirmed a bit, not quite liking the look in his friend’s eyes.
“Alright, you got me… now let me go.”
Auggie smiled mischievously, something that didn’t happen very often.
“Actually, no, Chuck, I don’t think I will… I’ve !been dealing with your games all night and I think I deserve some payback.”
Any questions that Chuck was about to ask were cut off by a sharp squeal, his friend’s fingers darting to his ribcage and wiggling with vigor.
“EEHE- AUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU- HAHA!” He began to squirm and cackle, aimlessly grabbing at the taller boy’s swift hands.
The blonde smirked with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying putting the trouble maker in his place.
“Well, Chuck, how’s it feel being on the receiving end of the joke?” He asked smugly, letting his nimble fingers spider across the boy’s tummy, delighting in the bubbly laughter it elicited.
“NOT BAHAHAD! HOW’S IT F-FEEL BEING A BIG DOHOHORK?!” Snarked the dark haired boy, his smile as playful as ever.
No thought in Auggie’s mind was telling him that Chuck wasn’t enjoying this; the boy just made it too obvious.
“Bold words for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”
“BITE ME, CLOWN- EEK- NONONO, NOT THAHAHAT!”
A high pitched squeal filled the room when Auggie switched his technique from spidering to digging, letting his fingers dig into the soft skin with precision.
“What? This? Can’t handle a little tickling? That’s real unfortunate, man… especially considering I’m not gonna stop until you promise not to mess with me for the rest of the night.” Teased the taller boy. Even in the dark, he was beginning to see a tint of red form on his friend’s cheeks, his usual bravado replaced by uncontrollable laughter.
“NOT A CHAHA- GAH- OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I PROMISE!”
Auggie had to laugh at how quickly Chuck changed his mind when he dipped a finger into the boy’s bellybutton.
True to his word, Auggie stopped his vengeful ministrations and let his friend up, holding out a hand for him to take.
Chuck took the hand he was offered, clumsily standing to his feet, gasping for breath as dramatically as he could.
“Tickling is sohoho not fair, man…” He whined, trying to form a playful pout, but unable to, due to the tickle induced smile that was glued to his face.
Auggie shrugged.
“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Now let’s go find the others and get out. It’s just plain creepy in here…”
“Who ordered the- AH- OKAY OKAY, I’M DOHOHONE!” Chuck giggled frantically, choosing not to finish his remark.
Chuck learned a very important lesson that night: Never push a clown over the edge.
Summary: Chuck is mortified that he and August can’t be intimate without him giggling up a storm, so he seeks help from the ever so wise Stella Nicholls. Modern Day AU
Notes: Day one of my 31 days of fics!
“Stella, it’s embarrassing! We can’t make out without me ruining it. Do you think I can get my nerves dulled? I’m sure there’s a surgery for that. Should I start smoking? That would help, right? I mean I know that it would ruin my lung capacity and my endearingly boyish looks, but Auggie would still love me, right?” Chuck was rambling, it was his way of coping with stressful situations, his ADHD wasn’t always as forgiving as he could hope for.
Stella was trying to get him to calm down through physical cues and a barrage of fidget toys that her and August both seemed to always have on them for his sake. She finally handed him the small fidget board that the three of them had DIYed in the summer, and Chuck finally stopped. Stella took this as her time to talk.
“Don’t stress about it, pal. August knew that you were immensely ticklish before the two of you even started dating. I’m sure he gets it- I mean, he’s pretty bad himself.” Stella assured Chuck, scrolling through her Tumblr feed.
“Stella, you don’t get it. It’s literally so mortifying. What if he wanted to go all the way? The second he started to kiss my neck I basically collapsed in his arms. I ruined the mood! I’m a mood-ruiner!” Chuck had stopped playing with the various locks and placed the board on the coffee table. He was visibly stressed and flustered, Stella wasn’t too sure what she could say to help.
“Hey, Ramon’s pretty ticklish and it doesn’t bother me. I’ve never considered him a ‘mood-ruiner’. I actually think it’s sort of adorable.” Stella’s cheeks flushed a little at the imagery that her brain was painting: an image of Ramon softly giggling into their kiss while beneath her.
Chuck flushed a little himself, wondering if August found his ticklishness endearing. Somehow the idea still didn’t put him at ease.
“Maybe I could help you? Maybe we could try to desensitize you? Or you can try to see what you can handle, try to hold in your laughter for as long as you can.” Stella suggested. She didn’t really believe that it would work, but she would try nearly anything to help her best friend, even if it was just a placebo.
Chuck looked suddenly very nervous. His face had lost all colour and he had looked up from his hands in order to meet Stella’s eyes. “I- uh- s-sure. Please go easy on me. Please.”
Stella smiled sympathetically, scooting closer to Chuck slowly, hoping not to startle him. “I’ll start small, I promise. Do you want a safeword?”
Chuck nodded rapidly, his cheeks turning slightly pinker. “Paranormal?”
Stella laughed a little, before nodding in agreement. She continued to scoot until Chuck was pinned between her and the arm of the couch, and she looked at him questioningly. “Are you ready?”
He looked like a deer in the headlights, to an outsider it would seem like he hadn’t consented to it, but he was as ready as he could ever be. He nodded hesitantly, and Stella stuck out her hands.
Although her fingers were visible the entire time that they were descending onto his body, Chuck hadn’t been completely prepared for the feeling of her digits squirming on his skin. They started to wiggle over his neck and he tried his very best not to let any giggles slip through his lips. He tried not to squirm, because he figured that would probably be just as bad, and he tried to transport himself to another place, like a tropical island where he wasn’t getting tickled.
He tried to think back to last night, when things had been getting hot and heavy between him and August, but when he imagined August’s lips on his neck, the dam broke. He started to softly giggle, and he suddenly couldn’t help but bring his shoulder up to his ear.
Stella quickly withdrew her fingers, placing them together in her lap. Chuck’s neck wasn’t even close to being one of his most ticklish spots, and she definitely knew that he could last longer than that. “Take a second to calm down, we’re going to try that again.”
Chuck groaned a little, his giggles quickly coming to an end. He braced himself this time, closing his eyes to see if it would help, but this time he started to giggle right away, causing Stella to start over again.
This time, Chuck bit his lip, he wasn’t giggling, but there were small huffs of air leaving through his mouth and his nostrils. This, he thought, this is improvement. Stella was pretty impressed too, and when he made it through a couple of minutes with only a few scrunches of his face as a response, she asked him if it was alright to change spots. He nodded, bracing himself for where her fingers would move next.
When her fingers started to wiggle up and down his ribs, he instantly bucked forward, placing his chin on her shoulder as if the two of them were in a tickly hug. She smiled softly to herself, she knew he wouldn’t be able to stifle his laughter when it came to his ribs, and definitely not his tummy either for that matter. This was for her own personal enjoyment now.
Chuck squealed childishly when Stella hit a good spot between two of his bottom ribs. He was in quite a compromised position, so she decided to take advantage of it. She started to blow warm air on his neck, his own hair helping her tickle his ears. He shook his head slightly, trying to rid his neck of the ticklishness.
Stella donned a mischievous smile that Chuck couldn’t quite see, but it was safe to assume that it was there once he felt her fingers spidering over his tummy. He screamed, snorting lightly between his frantic giggles. “Ohohokay! Okay! Par- Oh my God, Pahaharanormal!”
Stella stopped, pulling herself away so that she could look at his face when he tried to catch his breath.
She pulled out her phone, which had vibrated while she was trying to ‘help’ Chuck. She opened her messages and showed Chuck the screen, a grin overtaking her features. On the screen was a conversation between Stella and a contact named ‘Worst Month Of The Year’.
Stella Ella Hola: Hey Augs, Chuck’s at my place right now, and he’s sort of freaking out. Do you think he’s a ‘mood-ruiner’? He’s destroying himself trying to find a cure for ticklishness.
Worst Month Of The Year: Of course not, I think it’s cute, but don’t tell him.
Worst Month Of The Year: When you guys are finished, tell him to stop by place. I think I might have to convince him that he’s not a mood-ruiner ;)
Chuck’s face lit up, and he quickly scrambled for his coat, collecting his things. When he finally got his stuff together, and his shoes were on, he made a mad-dash to the door. “Thanks for the help Stells! I gotta go!”
Stella laughed, waving him off. “No problem, but tell your boyfriend to never use me as a middle-ground for your sexting again!”
I love your fics, they are so cute! Do you think you could give us some ticklish!Chuck head cabins. I think he often gets glossed over by Sam, Dean, etc.
Chuck Headcannons, Huh? Well I honestly haven’t thought about this buuuuuuut now that I think about it, I have a few ideas.
- From seeing Robert Benedict, I can’t help but think Chuck would be a giggler all the way- Like, he’s just really really happy when tickled- Amara, before she became just the darkness, I feel was curious like her brother and feel like they were close since they were all each other had- So obvioussssly She would know all his tickle spots- She’d tickle him when Chuck was lonely or sad- His armpits were pretty bad- Like, he’d clamp down so hard it’s almost impossible to get your fingers out but that makes it more fun- Cuz you ask him to lift his arms and you’ll stop and once he does give just a bit of leeway, you dig right back in- His ribs are also a good spot- Anyway you tickle him there, his face scrunched up and he squirms left and right, giggling madly- These noises shouldn’t be coming from God honestly- OH AND HIS SIDES- Not his belly BUT HIS SIDES- HE CANNOT HANDLE TASERING AT ALL- Or teasing!- Chuck literally cannot handle teasing like it makes him all blushy and whiny like legit whiny- And he uses his legs when tickled- Doesn’t matter of your not even touching his legs HE USES THEM- And he has godly power to watch out!
This is fun, I love Chuck! And I love doing these headcannon things so keep sending them in! Even if it’s a character I’ve already done you can ask for specific spots on them except season 12-13 since I just finished 11 😫😫😫😂😂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Summary: Modern day SSTTITD AU, August and Chuck give out candy to trick-or-treaters.
Notes: Tickletober Day Thirty-One: Halloween.
“When I was a kid, this song terrified me to my core,” Chuck admitted sheepishly, when August decided on This Is Halloween to play on the stereo.
“No way, why?” August laughed, turning on the front light to let trick-or-treaters know that they could come and knock for candy.
Chuck blushed a little, ducking his head down and brushing some of his hair out of his face. “Ruthie always played it on Just Dance when we had our Wii, it terrified me.”
August shook his head, a smirk on his face, about to reveal his own little confession. “I would laugh at you-”
“You already did.”
“I mean I would laugh at you even more, but when I was a kid, my biggest fear was Michael Jackson.”
This sent Chuck into a laughing fit, holding his stomach as he laughed at the mental image of a 5-year-old Auggie crying to Smooth Criminal. August continued to smile, but now it was his turn to sheepishly look down, wondering if he would regret this confession in the future.
Chuck continued to laugh for a little, his own thoughts making it even funnier, before the first trick-or-treater of the night rang the bell. Suddenly he was up, running towards the door as August raced him, and fumbling to open the door.
“Trick-or-treat!” A group of superheroes called in unison once the door was opened. Chuck cooed under his breath, he was always a sucker for cute kids, something that August found adorable. It wasn’t rare for Chuck to mention to August that one day he would like to be a dad, or that he jokingly hoped that Ruthie would fall in love and have kids in her 20s so that he could be a cool, young uncle.
Instead of pushing Chuck out of the way so he could be the one to give out the first handful of candy, he stepped back, allowing Chuck to do it instead. August wasn’t as convinced when it came to kids, he didn’t really like them honestly, maybe because he was an only child, but watching Chuck interact with them was adorable.
“Hey guys! I love your costumes!” Chuck praised, kneeling down so that he could be on their level as he put candy into each of their bags.
Chuck turned around once they had left, a wide smile on his face, “so cute!”
August laughed, and the two of them walked back to the living room. They flipped through the horror section of Netflix, both of them had pretty much seen all of them, and none of them were particularly scary, so they were coming up with nothing. “If you want, we could watch a biopic on Michael Jackson, I know that would really scare you.”
August flung a pillow at Chuck’s head before bolting off of the couch when he heard quiet knocks on the front door. When he opened the door, Chuck behind him, there was a group of kids, about 12-years-old, all dressed as various celebrities from the 80s. There was Madonna, George Michael, Tina Turner, and of course, Michael Jackson. Chuck burst into uncontrollable laughter upon making eye contact with the kid who was dressed at Michael Jackson, and he walked back into the living room so that he could laugh in peace. August made an unimpressed face as he dropped candy into each of the pillowcases dangling in front of him.
When August entered the living room again, he pounced at Chuck, pinning him against the back of the couch. Chuck’s laughter stopped almost immediately, and his eyes went wide. “Auggie, what are you doing?”
“I’m about to show you something that’s way scarier than Oogie Boogie.”
August started drilling into Chuck’s hips with his thumbs, as hand and as tickly as he possibly could. Chuck started to buck, fighting to get August off of him while concealing his giggles. Though his giggles were absent, his snorts certainly weren’t, and for now, it was enough for August.
He continued to drill into Chuck’s hips until he heard a shadow of a giggle being let out, and he stopped in his tracks. He held his hands a few inches above Chuck’s tummy, just letting them hang there.
“No, Gus don’t!” Chuck shouted, squirming and squirming about. He closed his eyes, anticipating the attack, but it didn’t come. When he reopened his eyes, August’s wiggling fingers were still hovering.
Chuck started to struggle even harder, unable to look at the wiggling fingers, trying to look anywhere but there. His eyes, for some reason, wanted nothing more than to look at the fingers despite his brain’s protests, and he started to giggle.
“Shit,” he said, more to himself than to August, and the laughter didn’t stop. August took this as his cue, and he started wiggling his fingers over Chuck’s tummy. Chuck squealed, shaking his head back and forth while he struggled to get away, cute snorts interrupting his laughter every few moments.
He started screaming when August started a wicked routine of circling Chuck’s belly button and dipping a single finger in, and he squealed viciously. He thought he was gonna die, it just tickled so bad, and he thought August would never stop.
A doorbell took Chuck out of his thoughts, and Auggie quickly scrambled off of Chuck, rushing to the door.
August opened it, met with a bunch of preteens, who just so happened to be dressed as the characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Summary: Chuck doesn’t understand that his love language is different than August’s, so August tries to convince him using Chuck’s language.
Being in love was a lot like being under a spell, in Chuck’s eyes. He had always hidden his real feelings and emotions with humour, and nobody ever looked further than that, so Chuck didn’t really know how to deal with feelings. He had very rarely felt anything as strong as this either, which was a pretty big deal to him. He wanted August to know just how much he loved him, but it was really hard for him to apply what he felt.
When he was around August, he felt completely enchanted, like anything August could ever do would be amazing and beautiful and inspiring. August made him want to do better, and be better. If this is what love is, Chuck wanted to feel it for as long as he had to live. Every day he wanted to become a better person because of August.
August felt the same, but he was much better at expressing it. August had complete control over his love languages, and used them often. If Chuck was having a bad day, somehow August knew, and he would always have something to cheer up his boyfriend. Sometimes, it would be dinner, or he would bring Chuck cookies on his lunch, other times it was small gifts, like a new game or a book he thought Chuck would like.
Chuck appreciated everything, but August didn’t need to give him things or buy him things in order for him to love the blond. August knew this, but Chuck wasn’t sure about that, and he didn’t know how else to get the words out.
One day, after chess club, August came by Chuck’s house, smelling the strong scent of burnt food. Chuck was caught off guard when he felt hands wrap around him, and a sharp chin in the crevice where his neck met his shoulder.
“Hey Pretty Boy,” August whispered into Chuck’s ear, his boyfriend giggling lightly at the feeling of the air. “What are you up to?”
Chuck quickly covered, throwing the towel that was in his hand over the mound of burnt cookies on the counter. “Nothing, I was just waiting for you.”
Chuck turned around, scrunching up his face when August laid a kiss on his nose. “What’s making you all sappy today? Did chess go extra good today?”
August laughed, shaking his head. “Nope, just lucky to be dating a dork.”
Chuck laughed out loud at that, leading August into the living room as he popped on his shoes, “I’m the dork? Nu-uh, chess practice says otherwise.”
They made their way out the door, heading towards the library so that the two of them could study. Chuck told August that they should just take one bike, so that Chuck could do all the work as Auggie relaxed, but as it turns out, Chuck is terrible at peddling with two people on the bike. After a block, the two of them peddled back slowly so August could retrieve his bike.
At the library, Chuck didn’t have much work to do, so instead he tried to focus his efforts on drawing something for August. Turns out, Chuck’s certainly not Picasso.
Maybe a poem? It turned out to be no Shakespeare.
He was beginning to get frustrated, but he didn’t make his worries known to his boyfriend, instead waiting for him to finish his studies so they could make their way back to Chuck’s house. He absentmindedly drew patterns on his boyfriend's legs as he studied, reading the book ahead of him.
When they left the library, it was raining, and Chuck gave August his jacket, no second thought put into it, before they biked back to his place.
August could sense the frustration built up in Chuck, without him even having to say anything about it. He waited for a moment, knowing that Chuck’s methods of handling anger were not as healthy as he would’ve liked them to be, and he rubbed up and down his thigh calmingly. “So, are you gonna tell me why you’re so mad?”
“I just- It’s just that- shit,” Chuck breathed out shakily, trying to calm down before he started, “I think that you’re amazing, and every time I look at you it’s like I’m under this crazy spell. You make me so happy, and I just- I don’t know how to express it. I want you to know every second of every day that this is how I feel.”
August let out a huff of laughter through his nose, but was quick to stop, when he saw the hurt look in Chuck’s eyes. He put his hand under his face and held his chin, so that Chuck would look him in the eyes. His puppy-dog face tugged on one Auggie’s heartstrings, and he knew his face was probably mirroring Chuck’s at this point.
“Chuck, baby, I love you so much, and guess what? I know that you love me too, you show me every day. Maybe you don’t show love the same way that I do, but that’s alright C, you’re still showing it. I mean, when we got home you were soaking wet because you gave me your jacket. I know that you’re confused about how to show your feelings, but you’re already doing it effortlessly. You show your love through affection, and that’s alright C.”
Chuck thought about this considerately, before finally accepting the words of his boyfriend. He still felt like there was more he could do though, and he wanted to do better.
August wasn’t gonna let him overthink it too much, and he could see the gears turning in his brain, so he reached out and started to softly tickle his boyfriend’s tummy.
Chuck started laughing right away, rolling on the bed, away from August. He loved to put up a chase when it came to stuff like this, so he ran right through the open door, running through the first open door that he saw. It happened to be Ruth’s and she had been sitting on her bed, reading.
Right when she saw the fear in Chuck’s eyes she knew what was going on. She just shook her head, an amused smile finding its way to her face, “No way, I’m not helping you hide.”
It was too late, August had caught up, tackling Chuck to the pink carpet the lined Ruth’s floor, his fingers digging in again. He started to trace shapes along Chuck’s ribs, his boyfriend squealed, rolling around as his brain overheated. August knew that pinching in between Chuck’s ribs made it worse, so he tried as best as he could to pinch between each two.
“Ihihit tihihickles so bahahad!” Chuck squealed, throwing his head around wildly. “Ruthie! Hehehelp me!”
“Sure, I’ll help,” Ruth shook her head, a full smile finding her face. “August, maybe you should get the dimples under his arms, behind his knees are devastatingly ticklish too.”
August smiled wide up at Ruth, thanking her for the help before following her instructions. Both techniques produced laughter from Chuck that he had never heard before. Chuck, whose laughter was always full-on and snort-filled, started to giggle, bubbly and childish, almost like August’s own default laughter. He couldn’t help but coo down at his boyfriend’s reaction, unable to handle to cuteness.
“He runs out of breath super easily when you get him like that, it makes him extra sensitive everywhere else, you might wanna go for his tummy now,” Ruth offered, observing the two of them.
“Noho! No, Auggie don’t! It’ll behehehe soho bad!” Chuck begged, losing energy as his body went close to limp.
Chuck’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and August went straight past fingers, right to raspberries. Chuck screamed, snorting louder than August had ever heard him before falling silent, frantic snorts escaping every time he tried to breathe in.
August stopped, letting his boyfriend catch his breath, and him and Ruth both laughed as Chuck recovered. He couldn’t stop laughing, curling into a ball as he twitched involuntarily, still feeling the phantom tickles all over his body.
When he recovered, he sat up, glaring in August’s direction, playfully. “Hey, Auggie?’
Summary: An argument about the quality of Tootsie rolls turns into a tickle fight between boyfriends.
Notes: Tickletober Day Nineteen: Candy
“Tootsie rolls are the worst, what are you, 80?” Chuck was teasing his boyfriend about the blond’s choice of candy, looking through the small pile in front of them.
They decided to get some candy from only a few houses, knowing that they were both approaching the end of their trick-or-treating years. They just went to a couple houses around Chuck’s block, but much to both of their dismay, the street was filled with younger, mostly unbothered parents.
Usually, when they went trick-or-treating, they would travel down August’s street, or even Stella’s, where the streets were occupied by mostly retirees, who would invest in the full sized chocolate bars and other goodies that the two of them had looked forward to. The occupants of Chuck’s street were much younger, and much less meticulous. Many houses were just completely empty, barren as parents took their children out for the night, other houses, who’s residents stayed in for the night, had candy that neither of them even wanted to attempt to eat.
After emptying their bags, they had realized that their treats, for lack of a better word, sucked. They had Crunch bars, Rockets, and the off-brand chocolates that had ghosts and other spooky creatures on them. They were disappointed to say the least.
August’s disappointment was briefly forgotten when he stumbled upon a Tootsie roll within the pile.
This is how they arrived at this debate, Chuck grimacing as he watched his boyfriend chew on the candy.
“Shut up Chuck, they’re good,” August spoke, his mouth full. Chuck made a disgusted face as the partially chewed food was visible, picking up one of the candies and tossing it at August.
Miraculously, August caught it, throwing it right back at Chuck. Chuck himself was shocked, August was tragically bad at sports, and that catch was probably one in a million.
Chuck wasn’t even half as lucky, he was unable to catch, or even dodge the candy, and he let out a small ‘oof’ as it hit him right in his forehead.
August’s face held a look of shock for a moment, until he started loudly laughing. The candy had been a pack of Rockets, and as well as the goofy noise he had made, there was now a chalky substance on Chuck’s forehead.
“What, Hilderbrandt? You think this is funny?” Chuck asked, a threatening tinge could be heard in his voice.
August rolled onto his side, holding his stomach as he laughed, “yeah, actually, I do.”
“I’ll show you funny,” Chuck had a menacing grin on his face that, in any other situation, would have been a red flag for Auggie, but he was certainly not at his sharpest.
Chuck reached out and darted his fingers over his boyfriend’s tummy, quick, and fast, and effective. August, whose laughter had previously been dying down, roared back up again, trying to roll away from his current spot on the floor.
Chuck moved forward every time August tried to move back, reveling in the glorious sound of his boyfriend’s adorable, airy laughter.
“Chuhuhuck dohohon’t!” Auggie squealed out as Chuck’s finger dipped into his navel. He rapidly shook his head back and forth, resorting to trying to catch the brunette’s hands.
Chuck figured that now would be a good time to go for August’s ribs, and August screamed out, slight, quiet hiccups could be heard beneath his giggling.
He arched his back and shot his arms out, catching Chuck off guard. The split second that Chuck had stopped tickling was enough for the blond to flip the script.
Nearly as fast as lightning, August’s fingers were going to work at Chuck’s belly, and his own loud, boisterous laughter was ringing throughout the room.
Chuck suddenly regretted launching his original attack, as he threw his head back and squealed, snorts thrown in as he tried to roll them over again.
August just laughed along with his boyfriend, who was quickly getting hysterical from the abuse of him most sensitive spot.
When August’s finger brushed over Chuck’s belly button, Chuck did manage to flip them. As it turns out, desperation was a pretty colour on him.
They sat there for a moment, Chuck’s brown curls dangling down from his face as he panted, just looking at August as his boyfriend looked back at him. He slowly but surely caught his breath, and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s head.
“You’re cu-”
“Can you guys- ew, oh my God. I was gonna ask if you could keep it down, but maybe you should get a room instead.” Ruth spoke from the frame of the living room door.
Chuck quickly scrambled off of August, flinging himself to almost the opposite side of the room.
“Shut up Ruthie,” Chuck spoke, raising his middle finger in her general direction, his face ruby red.
Summary: Stella, Chuck, and Auggie watch The Wizard Of Oz together, Chuck can’t keep his comments to himself.
Notes: Tickletober Day Three: Witch
It was one of those days. It was raining out, and bitterly cold, and Stella’s dad was busy at work. She had asked him before he had left if it would be okay to invite Chuck and Auggie over, and he begrudgingly agreed, but not without questioning why his daughter couldn’t just make friends who were the same gender.
The three were sprawled out in various positions across the couch, two giant blankets spread over them. They were watching the Wizard Of Oz on the television.
“You know, the Wicked Witch of the West wasn’t all that bad, she’s kinda misunderstood,” Stella claimed, grabbing some popcorn and putting it in her mouth.
“Maybe you just think that because the two of you share such a shocking resemblance,” Chuck joked, pulling more of the blanket in his direction, covered to his chin.
“Shut up dummy,” Stella replied, weakly hitting Chuck in the arm. The movie continued, without much else said for a while.
Chuck continued to pull on the blanket, and as the movie crept on there was barely enough blanket for Auggie and Stella to share.
When the flying monkeys took to the screen, Chuck couldn’t help but make another comment.
“Hey! I didn’t know August was gonna make an appearance!”
“Shut up dipshit!”
“Woah, tough crowd, tough crowd,” The black haired boy nattered. Once again, he pulled at the blanket, curling in a little more. At this point, Chuck had completely stolen the covers off of his boyfriend, and Auggie was almost always cold.
August pulled back at the blanket, and Chuck pulled in response, and in only a matter of seconds there was a tug-of-war transpiring.
“Chuck, let go! I’m freezing!”
“How are you freezing if you’re already so hot?”
“Shut up!” Auggie’s face burned, turning nearly ruby.
“You know, I said that you were the flying monkeys, but maybe you’re actually the Good Witch.”
“Sometimes you’re infuriating.” With that, Auggie let one hand go from the tug-of-war, the other one still pulling, and poked Chuck in the ribs. The black-haired boy quickly recoiled, bringing his hands down to protect himself.
“Alright, alright! You can have the blanket Augs,” Chuck laughed nervously, still holding his hands up between his torso and August.
“Nuh-uh C, you called Stella and I witches, so now you’ve got to face the consequences. Do you know what they did to witches in Salem?”
Long, slender fingers of one hand curled themselves around Chuck’s neck, met with an attempt to get his shoulders to meet his ears. The other hand started to pinch Chuck’s thighs and knees.
Chuck prepared to put up his act, his act of all bravado and no breaking. He grit his teeth, his smile was wide but he tried to play it off. “I mean, you both bare a shocking resemblance.”
August moved his hand from Chuck’s neck to the shell of his ear, and his boyfriend’s nose scrunched. Chuck brought his hands up and covered his mouth, but short, staccato giggles were finding their way through his fingers, bubbling out one by one.
The fingernails of August’s other hand had started gently drawing shaped on his rib cage. Chuck immediately moved his hands from his mouth to August’s wrists, desperately pushing as soft snorts and giggles poured from his lips.
“What’s so funny Chuck, huh?” August asked. It was rare that Stella and Chuck got to see August so playful, but they enjoyed every minute of him just acting his age.
“Juhust imagining you ihihin a drehehess,” Chuck cackled, trying with all his might to remove Auggie’s lingering fingers from his sensitive skin.
“Really? You’re sure you’re not just super ticklish?”
“Yuhuhup! Prehehetty sure.”
Now both of August’s hands were counting Chuck’s ribs, wiggling over and in between. Chuck threw his head back, curling in on himself even more.
Chuck’s snort-filled laughter grew twice as loud when August’s hands inched their way under his boyfriend’s armpits.
“Stahahap tohohouching mehe!” Chuck squealed, latching his arms to his sides and effectively trapping Auggie’s hands.
“If you’re not ticklish then this shouldn’t bother you,” August teased, switching from soft touches to drilling in.
August knew that his boyfriend was at the end of his rope, so he decided that now would be the time to get Chuck’s worst spot, and Auggie’s favourite spot to get.
When the blond’s fingers met his boyfriend’s stomach, the reaction was instant. Chuck arched his back as much as he could manage and frantically threw his hands about in an attempt to catch August’s own.
“Hoholy shihit! Okahahay! Plehe- IHIHIM GOHONA DIE!” Chuck screamed, Auggie’s fingers fluttering over his belly button.
Stella, who had been watching in adoration over the adorableness of her two friends, decided it was time to step in. “Auggie, I think he’s right. If you continue, you just might kill him.”
August stopped, and Chuck tried to calm down, cuddling into his boyfriend’s side in a ball.
“Yohou know what I sahaid about you before?” Chuck croaked through residual giggles. “Maybe you’re not the Good Witch after all.”
Summary: Three dates that Chuck and August go on in the fall.
Notes: Tickletober Day Eleven: Fall. Modern day SSTTITD AU bc I want my gay sons to be able to go on a date
Autumn had always been August’s favourite season, ironically enough. He adored the calming scent of the fall air, and the way that the cold nipped at the tip of his nose and his fingertips. The beauty of the trees as their leaves went from green to a breathtaking array of warm colours brought to him a feeling that he found nearly indescribable, and the silence that fell upon the town was peaceful and calm. August loved everything about fall, and he would live in it forever if he could.
Chuck didn’t so much enjoy autumn as he did the summer, but for August’s sake he tried to plan frequent dates during the fall, the two went apple picking, they carved pumpkins, and they drank hot cider. All the new memories they were making together just added to the love August felt for the season, and the love that he felt for his boyfriend, and it kind of scared him. Then again, falling in love under the autumn moon is not the worst thing that could happen.
- Date One -
“It’s supposed to start raining soon,” August breathed out, fiddling with Chuck’s fingers that had been lazily placed within his hands.
“Do you want to go inside?” Chuck replied, looking down at their interwoven fingers.
August thought to himself for a moment, his brow thick with consideration before he relaxed his tensed features once again, “would it be weird if I said no? I love the rain.”
“Not weird at all, A,” Chuck started out, getting up from the blanket they had laid on in the grass, “but I don’t want you to catch a cold, come with me for a sec.”
August obeyed, stretching out as he rose, the two of them having taken a nap in the grass of the backyard only a half an hour earlier. Chuck opened the backdoor, walking up the stairs until he reached the closet between his room and Ruthie’s, inside was thick fleece blankets and pillows. Chuck grabbed the softest and the widest of the blankets, making sure he had a selection, before prompting August to grab some pillows. August complied once again, but he was a little confused as to what they would be doing with the blankets and pillows.
When the two boys descended the stairs once again, Chuck stopped them in the kitchen, grabbing some garbage bags from the cupboard and loading his arms again.
“Any chance you could grab a chair, Augs?” The blond nodded, piling his pillows on top of the chair and carrying the chair out into the yard.
They dropped the blankets and the pillows onto the blanket that they had originally left there, and August placed the chair down. Chuck moved the chair, so that it would be closer to the railing of the porch that his father had recently upgraded.
He began to drape the wider blankets over the railing and the back of the chair, and finally August could understand what was going on. “I like your thinking Steinberg.”
August started placing the fuzzier blankets beneath the ones that were bridging the porch and the chair, putting the pillows in the fort as well, and finally helping Chuck to put the garbage bags on the top, waterproofing their hideaway.
Once they were finished, they both crawled into the tent, propping Chuck’s phone up on the seat part of the chair in case they decided to watch Netflix later. The rain started almost immediately, August praising Chuck for his perfect timing.
They decided that they would watch It, and Chuck called Ruthie, begging her to put on her raincoat and bring them snacks.
“You two are so cute, I could throw up,” Ruthie joked, making gagging sounds as she handed them a bag of freshly popped popcorn and a bag of trail mix.
“You know, I’ve never found this movie too scary,” Chuck shrugged, fiddling with one of the blankets draped over them.
“Me neither, but maybe that’s because I’m a clown everyday too,” Chuck laughed at this comment, shaking his head in disagrement.
“Yeah, sure, but you’re my clown.” He touched their noses, and Auggie averted his eyes, looking down shyly.
“Don’t get cheesy on me babe,” August teased, squirming his hands down and lightly tickling his boyfriend’s tummy.
“Hehey! Dohohn’t doho that!”
“How could I not? You’re just too cute.”
Chuck continued to softly giggle, snorting every few moments, but not bothering to move his boyfriend’s hands. If anything, he had cuddled closer to August since the taller boy had begun his onslaught.
August leaned in, peppering kisses along Chuck’s collarbones as he continued the tummy tickles, an airy element joined the brown haired boy’s giggles. He tossed his head back from side to side, but his arms remained at his sides, kicking and laughing.
August came to a gradual stop, placing a final kiss on the shorter boy’s nose. He admired him as he calmed down from his giggle-high, thinking about his admiration.
“How can one person be so precious?” That received reddened cheeks, as Chuck frantically covered his face with his sleeves. “Did I say that out loud?”
Chuck laughed again, nodding from behind his palms. “Who’s the cheesy one now?”
- Date Two -
“Auguuuust,” Chuck moaned out from his oddly sprawled position on the couch, his legs wildly thrown about as his face hovered inches from the floor.
“Yes dear?”
“I’m hungry,” Chuck whined, letting his entire body come to a slow fall as he softly slid to the floor.
“Then come with me, I’ll make you something,” August got up from where he had been doing a crossword, walking into the kitchen.
Chuck followed him, jumping up on the counter next to the fridge. He watched intently as the other boy took out ingredients, turning on a pot of water to boil as he tossed a package of zoodles into it.
“If you had let me know earlier I could’ve made you something from scratch instead of this boxed crap,” August explained, a little upset that he had to give his boyfriend anything less than his best cooking.
“It’s okay A, I’m gonna love anything you make.”
August continued with making the food, putting garlic bread in the oven to accompany the noodles.
While waiting for the zoodles to cook, August walked over to Chuck, resting his head on the other boy’s chest. August found himself thinking about Chuck all the time lately, it was driving him nuts. It was driving him absolutely up the wall. He didn’t know what it was. He thought about Chuck’s smile, and his dimples, and his hands. He thought about his hair, and his laugh, and his jokes. Everything about Chuck made August crazy, and words couldn’t explain why.
August removed himself when he heard the familiar ding of the oven, adding cheese and sauce to the zoodles, and removing the garlic bread from the oven. The boy plated food for the both of them, and they sat across from each other on the bar stools at the island.
They ate in a comfortable silence, and August couldn’t help but stare at the boy across from him, admiring everything about him.
“I can feel you staring at me Augs, what’s up?”
“N-nothing,” August stuttered, blushing a deep red as he looked at his food. Chuck giggled, that sweet familiar giggle that August loved so much, and went back to eating.
After they finished, they dropped their plates in the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen to find something to do.
“Hey,” Chuck started out, “will you teach me how to play the piano?”
“I’d love to,” August retorted, a smile beginning to form on his face.
Chuck sat at the piano bench, putting his hands on the keys without pressing. August flipped the sheet music to his personal favourite, Clair De Lune, and placed his hands on top of Chuck’s while standing behind him. He gently guided his boyfriend’s finger’s through the song, the music playing beautifully without any mistakes, Chuck was always a quick learner. August leaned down once the song was finished, placing his head in the brown curls of his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around the shorter boy’s body.
They stayed like that for a while, completely content with the silence.
- Date Three -
“Continuous as the stars that shine, and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line, along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance,” August read from the book in front of him, a collection of poetry from the Romantic period. He was reading as he carded his fingers through Chuck’s soft hair, and tracing random patterns along his neck as his fingers came to it.
Chuck’s head was in Auggie’s lap, and Auggie’s back was against a tree. They had brought a picnic and picked up some fall drinks from a local cafe, and now they were in a park, taking in the beautiful sights and watching the leaves fall around them.
August stopped reading, lost in his thoughts for a moment, he had recently been able to discern what he felt for Chuck, and he wasn’t scared anymore, but he didn’t know how he would tell him.
“Why’d you stop?” Chuck questioned, looking up at his boyfriend. August felt winded every time Chuck looked him in the eyes, and he hoped that his boyfriend would give him butterflies forever this way. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing,” August dismissed, bringing his book back up to his line of sight. Chuck brought his own hand up to bring it back down, his puppy-dog eyes visible from above the book.
“C’mon, it’s not nothing.”
“Sorry, my lips are sealed.”
“I can change that.” Chuck sat up, sitting in front of August so that the blond would be stuck in between him and the tree that his back was against. Chuck stuck out his fingers, bringing them down on August’s tummy.
The reaction was instant, August started to giggle, a giggle that Chuck absolutely adored. If he could only choose one sound to hear for the rest of his life, he’d think he’d choose that one. August’s laughter brought out the child in him, and it always made him look ten times younger.
“Yohohoure mehean,” August giggled, squirming about to avoid Chuck’s nimble fingers.
Chuck leaned in, nibbling on his boyfriend’s ear, August tried to shake his head to get away from it, snorting softly, his hands intervening with Chuck’s. Much like Chuck, August didn’t really mind the tickling, but he couldn’t help himself from reaching out and blocking his vulnerable spots.
To avoid August’s hands, Chuck wormed his fingers up to the taller boy’s ribs, August’s previously soft laughter doubling.
“STahahap! Ihihi cahahan’t,” August squealed out, managing to stop one of Chuck’s hands, but having to use both of his to keep it stopped. “Ohohokay! Ihihill tell you!”
Chuck slowed his fingers, drawing little shapes on August’s skin as August’s final giggles flowed out of him.
Chuck looked worried, expectantly waiting for August’s confession.
August opened his mouth and gaped like a fish for a moment, until he mustered up the courage to speak, residual giggles still pouring from him.
“I- I think I’m in love with you.”
Chuck visibly sighed with relief, his body untensing as he let out a breath. “Well, the feeling is completely mutual, Auggie.”
