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one more tk scene found in twst yippiee i heart ticklish jack
It started with a bite of his burger, and it caught Dean's eye. He can see Jack taking as just of a big bite out of his burger as Dean did. The elder Winchester just batted an eye as he took a sip of his beer, Jack taking a sip of his own water at the same time, before they both set it down at the same time. Something in him, it reminded Dean of Sammy. How when Sam was younger, he'd always copy Dean until he wrecked the younger Winchester.
To test this, Dean grabbed his beer again, leaning back in the chair. He glanced over at Jack, seeing the young nephilim doing the exact same thing. “Stop.” He said sternly, looking right over at Jack. The nephilim stared at Dean, before taking a huge sip of water just as Dean took a huge sip of beer. “Okay that's it-” Dean grinned and tackled Jack after their drinks were placed down, again, at the same time. Jack squeaked as he was pinned down, looking up at the elder Winchester with wide eyes.
“Y’know how I dealt with Sammy when he pulled this shit?” Dean asked with a shit-eating grin. A bit confused and startled, the nephilim shook his head. “No.” He replied. “What did you do?” He asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “This.” Dean replied before tickling his sides. Jack immediately erupted into laughter, trying to push his hands away from his sides. “Dehean- ihit tihickles!” Jack giggled out. Dean couldn't help but smile at that, chuckling softly to himself. “If you're laughing this much over just the sides, I'd love to see how you laugh when I get your worst spots.” He teased before digging under his arms. Jack squealed and threw his head back in loud laughter. “DEHEAN NOHOT THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Jack laughed loudly with a snort. Dean started laughing himself at that. “No way! Did you just snort? Man, I gotta tell Sam and Cas when they get back!” He chuckled. “Didn’t know you and Sam had the same weak spot.” He grinned mischievously before letting up a few minutes later.
Jack grinned and caught his breath, panting softly when Dean finally let up. “That was fun.” The nephilim smiled a little, causing Dean to grin. “Just like Sammy, he used to love when I played tickle monster with him when he was little.” He informed, taking a sip of his beer as he sat back down on the motel couch. “He did?” The nephilim asked with a small smile. “He sure did. Maybe I can teach you a few pointers to tickle Sammy.” Dean chuckled as his attention turned towards Scooby Doo, which was playing on the TV. Jack smiled as he recovered from the tickle attack, his attention turning towards the TV too, as he leaned his head against Dean's shoulder. Maybe he did belong with them.
Pranks Come With Consequences
(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)
Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge
Pairing: implied none
Word Count: 1,053
A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨
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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.
“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.
Jack Bauer is 100% the type of person to deny being ticklish 3 seconds before being absolutely wrecked
REAL! You’re so right for this bestie! Like he knows what’s about to happen, but he’ll be damned if he just LETS it happen! He’s also the type to continue to deny being ticklish as he’s laughing his ass off
HELLO HOW DID I NOT REALIZE WE COULD BE SMTH LIKE MUSICAL MUTUALS I'M SO DUMB I NEVER REALLY CHECKED YOUR FANDOM LIST- hi ehe would you do tkl hcs for jack and spot from newsies? (platonic or not idc) no worries if not hope u have a good time rn 💛
100% doing movie Spot and Jack
Is this biased bc I find movie Spot enamoring? Maybe
BUT we don’t see a lot of Spot in the stage
Soooooo
who has the cutest tickle laugh?
SPOT SPOT SPOT SPOT
PLSSS HES JUST-
He starts with heavy breathing, then snickers and then just giggles
Jack knows exactly where to go to get him to just giggle (spoiler alert it’s his ears)
what are their tickle spots?
From least to most ->
Spot: Ears, Neck, Stomach, KNEES
Jack: Palms, Calves, Ribs, SIDES.
who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?
Imma give it to good ol’ Jackie boy.
Jack is ticklish on his palms, biceps, calves etc.
Spot has his fair share: ears and tops of his feet.
But jack just wins with the unusual spots.
who gets cheer-up tickles?
This one is a toughie.
I’m gonna go wiiiiiith-
Jack.
Jack really only sees Spot when he needs dire assistance.
So naturally, Spot knows something is going to be very wrong.
He lets Jack vent and eventually just gives his sides a tweak to get him to smile.
“C’mon Jackie boy, you’s can’t be all mopey like ‘dat and not ‘spect this!”
do either of them try to hide their ticklishness?
Yes
And it’s both
And it’s 100% reputation based.
Jack has a reputation to uphold amongst his boys.
Their fearless leader is not able to get taken down by such a measly, childish thing.
Except he is
Spot also has to uphold his reputation amongst the Brooklyn Newsies.
Spot fears no god, nor no man.
god complex boy cannot be weak to something like tickles, no sir.
Except if you squeeze his knee he’s a goner
who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?
Oh Jack 100%
He’s so mean to Spot
So mean
how did they discover each other’s ticklishness?
This one was tricky too
I’d say...
Jack -> Spot: Jack found out when he was hoisting spot up as a lookout during the rally. He dug into bb’s stomach a liiiittle too hard then-
Spot -> Jack: Spot found out when Jack visited him with Specs and Davey! To get Jack to cool down, Davey gave him a few pinches to the sides. This awoke something in Spot right away. Great job Dave you created a monster.
who can’t take tickle bites/raspberries?
SPOT
Bb is so ticklish on his stomach that just a single raspberry just floors him
Height difference = comparative advantage for Jack. He just hoists Spot by the hips, pulls him up to face level and goes for it.
who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?
In general, I’d say Jack.
He just does not give me morning person vibes whatsoever.
Spot has to resort to drastic measures more often than not.
who initiates tickle fights?
Jaaaaacky boy for sure.
He is a firm believer of winning the game called “How much can I piss off Spot Conlon before he retaliates?”
Who gives up in tickle fights?
Neither!!!!!! They are both fearless leaders who cannot be taken down by such a childish weakness!!
It’s Jack
Spot always has pent up rage from Jack’s initiation that he just gets a boost
who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?
Jack 10000%
Jack himself is very careful not to injure the poor kid. So he like glues his limbs to the floor.
Spot on the other hand does not give any shits and just w r i t h e s
who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?
See “Who initiates tickle fights”
TickleTober Day 13: Wake Up (Supernatural)
Team Free Will 2.0 owns my heart.
Words: 950
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The sky was deep and glinting with sharp, distant stars while the landscape blurred by like ripples on surface waters. These hours were the ones never documented in the Winchester gospels, focused as they were on conflict and resolution, plot and exposition, climax and denouement. Rather than old recorded strains of an electric guitar, the rumble of engine and crackle of worn asphalt under tires were the real theme music of life on the road.
Castiel watched the stars from the rear passenger window. They were indicative, somehow, of the greatness of the universe condensed into pinpricks, the grandness of life defined by brief moments of light among the endless dark. Saying that aloud would interrupt the quiet songs playing through the Impala’s speakers and net him an odd look from Dean in the rearview mirror, so Castiel kept it to himself.
The headlights of a passing truck flashed over the car’s interior: Dean, focused on the road, thumb tapping the wheel in time with the drumbeats; Sam, earbuds in, podcast on, watching the passing clusters of trees; Jack, head canted against the corner of the rear seat, eyes closed peacefully.
Dean reached for the radio knob and softened the volume, his version of a warning tone before the pilot’s announcement of in-flight turbulence. Sam’s head ticked slightly toward him in attention and he popped out an earbud.
“Start thinkin’ about whether you want drive-thru or sit-down,” Dean said. “We’ll hit the next town in about ten minutes.”
The music volume returned. Sam turned toward the back seat.
“Preferences?” he asked.
Castiel generally had none, and gestured as such.
Jack didn’t stir.
The Smiling Jack
Another reupload
He was like their little brother. From the start, everyone treated Jack Wilder kind of the like the little sibling they always wanted. Even though he was technically an adult, it felt nice to have people care about him the way that the other horsemen did. Everyone knew that Jack had had a rough childhood, but no one quite knew the extent of how horrible it really was. Everyone assumed that his parents had died, or something like that. He felt that it would have been better that way, rather than being abused every night. His father, a hopeless drunk, and his mother a druggie and a careless caretaker. Whenever his father would get drunk, which was every night, Jack was in trouble. He would behave perfectly, and still end up with red welts all over his back and his face. His father would beat him, and his mother would stand and watch. It happened, night after night, year after year, until he decided to leave. 10 years old, and he was on the street by himself. Of course, his skills came in handy, all the other oblivious and idiotic people in New York, he was just a kid, and didn’t know any better. Until the fateful day, of course, where he met the three people that would treat him like a family should. They accepted him for who he was, and took him under their wing as a little brother. That would be where life found him now, sitting in the apartment with 2 of his 3 “older siblings” watching t.v., crammed together on their little couch. Merritt was out doing something with Dylan. Meanwhile, Danny had the remote, and was flipping through the channels, waiting for someone to tell him to stop.
“Danny, stop, I like this show.” Jack said, nudging him in the side when he saw his favorite show, Ghost Adventures, pop up on the screen.
“Are you kidding me Jack? This show is so corny, It’s all fake, why do you even watch it?” Henley said, poking him in the side. Jack bit back a yelp, and his body involuntarily jerked into Danny’s.
“Oh Jack, what was that?” Henley asked, scooting over towards him again.
“Nothing, nothing at all Henley. You can pick a different show if you want. I’m just going to go get a snack from the kitchen.” Jack said, moving to get up. Henley and Danny shared a look, and they both grabbed Jack, and pulled him across their laps. His head was resting in Danny’s lap and his legs were in Henley’s.
“Where do you think you’re going Jack? You have a couple questions to answer.” Danny said, running his fingers lightly against Jack’s stomach. Jack started to squirm and tried to flail himself off of their laps. Danny ran his fingers over Jack’s outer side, in order to get him to squirm back onto the couch. Jack had managed to not laugh so far, he was just flailing and squirming. Henley glanced up at Danny, and then she started to squeeze Jack’s kneecap. Jack’s mouth contorted in an effort not to laugh, which ultimately failed. His laughter was bright and innocent. Danny and Henley looked down in surprise. Jack’s normal chuckle was deep and sort of scratchy, which is what they were expecting from his laugh. His laughter now was almost childlike, and caused both of his “older siblings” to look down at him with endearment. They continued to tickle him, and his laughter remained bright and childlike, until he had laughed so much that it became silent. Danny and Henley took that as a sign to slow down, and once he regained his breath, start again. Henley let off of Jack’s knees, while Danny kept lightly running his finger’s across his tummy. The tickling was enough to keep Jack giggling lightly, but allowed him to get his breath back. Once his laughter was loud and bright again, Henley allowed herself to jump back in tickling her baby brother. She started squeezing his flanks while Danny traced his fingers around the boy’s neck. Jack scrunched up his shoulders and trapped Danny’s fingers between his shoulder and the side of his head.
“Jack, you’re gonna have to let my fingers go, otherwise I’m just gonna have to keep tickling you. I mean, what else would I do with my fingers stuck there?” Danny teased, wiggling his fingers again. Jack responded to the light touches by giggling sweetly, and slightly lifting his head so that Danny could pull out his fingers. Danny looker over to Henley and they both pulled their hands away from Jack’s shaking body. Jack rolled over onto his side, and nuzzled his face into Danny’s stomach. Danny ruffled the young horseman’s hair, and motioned for Henley to throw a blanket over all three of them. They all began to drift off to sleep with the t.v. playing in the background. If Merritt and Dylan took pictures of them when they got back, well, the three didn’t have to know.
What is Ticklish?
Title: What is Ticklish? Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Jack Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Jack; Jack is a curious little bean and Sam needs to learn how to say no. For @sunflower-cryptid
Original Prompt: Are you still accepting prompts? If so, I have an idea for a fic. Jack sees a tickling scene on TV and asks Sam what’s going on. Sam explains what tickling is, and Jack asks if Sam is ticklish. Of course, Sam can’t lie to the little cinnamon roll and admits that he is. I think you can figure out what Jack does next, hehe.
