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A Head, A Heart, & A Movie {Biadore} Prologue -C*NT

A/N: C'mon unoriginal title! Let’s get sickening! Double story update! Surprise! I had asked a little while ago what story you would like to see next in the queue, a lot of you guys said the AHAHAC sequel and the Lost Princess so I decided to do both in one queue 💕. Sadly, this isnt the first chapter of the sequel like I promised because I’m still trying to get the outline right; but I wanted to give you guys a hint of what’s to come! For those of you who aren’t familiar, this is set in the same universe as A Head, A Heart & A Crown and a general continuation of the story. Text messages are in bold, no tws (for now 🙈). I hope you guys enjoy!! Also thank you to my lovely beta @trixies-padding for getting me this so quickly. 💕💯

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The kitten's awake | OtaYuri

A/N: Oh my, I am no senpai ^^;; I hope you enjoy this, dear 💕 I’m sorry if you find a few mistakes, I wrote this from my phone.

Summary: Otabek Altin didn’t want to do this.

Words: 1,387 (under the cut)


Otabek felt his cheeks burning as soon as he opened his eyes, Yuri’s face millimeters away from his face. He was still asleep, long eyelashes resting upon the softness of his slightly pink cheekbones and mouth slightly opened, letting out soft snores that sounded no more than kitten’s purrs.

Yuri scrunched his nose when a strand stray of hair tickled its tip and Otabek chuckled, using his fingers to carefully remove it, his fingertips tracing the side of Yuri’s face, from his forehead to his chin, making Yuri sigh and snuggle the side of his face deeper into his pillow.

Only when he started to move to get up from bed, Otabek noticed that his legs were messily tangled with Yuri’s, who groaned just a little when he felt his body being moved. Otabek let out a long sigh as he tried to get his legs back from the mess. He made it just after a few tries and about two or three whines from Yuri.

The tiles were just slightly cold under his bare feet as he walked to the bathroom, doing his needs, brushing his teeth and washing his face before leading to the kitchen where the first thing he did was put some water and coffee into the coffeemaker.

He stretched his arms up, his spine popping into place and the muscles of his legs hurting just a little bit after a little training with Yuri the previous day. Training that only consisted into a very giggly Yuri chasing Otabek around the ice because he stole a pirozhki from his lunch.

Otabek smiled at the memory, his cheeks only warming a little bit remembering Yuri’s smile as he poured some coffee in two cups. Taking a sip from his cup, he checked the clock up in the wall and letting out another sigh, he decided he needed to wake up Yuri now.

“Well look at you”, Otabek whispered, looking at a still sleeping Yuri who was laying on his back, blanket covering past his hips and down to his ankles. “Aren’t you the most comfy kitten in the house, Yuri?”

Otabek sat on the bed right beside Yuri and he chuckled when he noticed Yuri’s shirt all the way up to the bottom of his ribs, flashing his toned belly. Otabek smiled and leaned down to kiss the warm skin, Yuri hummed a little.

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Tears and Comfort

A/N: [Kinda taking place after this Klance fic - reading isn’t necessary tho] 

Hello everyone! Got a message in my inbox from @tutuchi , I am really sorry about your loss, I’m already crying at just the mere thought of my doggy passing away T^T 

This prompt was the only one I had left for Voltron but I thought the theme was quite fitting so here have some sweet platonic Shiro/Pidge cheer up- tickles, hope you like it and that it’ll take at least 1% of the pain away<3 Also thanks to the anon who sent this prompt ! I hope it’s what you were looking for :3

Summary: Pidge isn’t amused with the team goofing around, in fact, she is annoyed as fuck and maybe even just sad. Enter…. daddy Shiro.

Word Count: 1282


“Ah coochie coochie coooochie!” Pidge took a deep breath and tried, tried really hard to look in the other direction. But Lance was tickling Keith. During dinner. Sure it was cute at first but they were always doing it, and right now things were taking another turn and just getting a little bit too much.

She couldn’t control it. She wasn’t sure why, but the whole day had been kind of sucky for her. Like a real bad blue Monday, without it being Monday. Or wait… Which day was it again? That feeling annoyed her too, empty days in space, and the goofy giggles and cackles coming from the other side of the table did not help either.

“Nohoho Lance dooon’t!” Keith whined, and he choked on his food when Lance suddenly swung his arms around his body and switched to clawing at his tummy. Keith laughed out loud with a high pitched shrieking laugh, and it probably hit a nerve since Pidge was now suddenly standing. 

Both her hands had made a loud slam as she had banged them flat onto the table, and she felt a stinging pain from the movement. Words were already flowing out of her mouth before she could even realize.

“Can you two just not!? If you have time to goof around, we might as well all give a fuck about all of our distress!” she yelled angrily. Both guys looked at her in shock, blinking their eyes and Keith still with a funny blush on his face. Not funny enough to make Pidge smile though. 

“Well, we are eating,” Coran cut in, even though he looked as if he could wack off those stupid grins of their faces any moment. 

“Relax Pidge, gotta have a moment to take a break,” Hunk said, and Allura and Shiro nodded. They all had a point, but Pidge was too angry to be convinced.

“No! It’s not only now! Those two are dilly-dallying all - the - fucking - time! It’s annoying the hell outta me. I’m done here.” Her stomach growled in disapproval, but Pidge angrily shoved her unfinished meal away and stomped away. 

Bluh. She was just feeling sad. Pidge sighed as she dropped herself onto her bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about her father and brother. Everyone here was so okay, so relaxed. Did they even know what was going through her mind? She was sacrificing her time for Voltron. Precious time she could use to save her family. 

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Three Times Malec Couldn’t Sleep

Fandom - The Mortal Instruments

Characters - Magnus, Alec

Summary - I’m pretty sure the title gives it away.

Words - 855

One.

Magnus sat in his chair, head against his desk, ink spilling from his broken pen.

“Mags?”

Yawning, Magnus turned to see Alec watching him with interest, looking adorable with messy hair and tired eyes.

“Yeah?”

“It’s 1 in the morning,” Alec mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I tried but I can’t so I sat here and read some books and wrote some stuff and I still can’t sleep and I’m exhausted,” Magnus rambled, dropping his head on the desk again.

Alec walked over to his boyfriend, resting his head on Magnus’s shoulder. “Come to bed, Magnus.”

“There’s no point. I’ll just be awake.”

Alec moved slightly, getting more comfortable, and Magnus let out a soft, tired giggle.

“What?” Alec questioned.

“Your hair’s tickling my neck, is all,” Magnus muttered.

“Oh?” Alec grinned.

“Alexander. DohoHON’T!” Magnus’s head snapped up to glare at his boyfriend, and he shrieked and jumped as Alec’s fingers wiggled over his sides. “Alehec!”

“You need to come to bed,” Alec smiled.

“I cahan’t! I cahan’t get toho sleep!”

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Obnoxious Hunters and Horror Movies

Description: When Dean can’t enjoy a horror movie, Cas decides to help him appreciate media a bit better…through coercion. 

Prompt:  Cas and Dean watch a horror movie together and Dean won’t shut up about how he could have killed the monster 40 minutes ago, so Cas shuts him up

Author’s Note:  Legit this prompt sounds adorable, my precious children omg~



“Ugh, this is pathetic. Just behead the damn thing”

“No, no - not the stake, dammit.”

“Why hasn’t she noticed?!”

  Dean huffed in annoyance for the umpteenth time as yet another human shrieked in agony, the switching shots on screen glaring into the bunker and casting flashes onto the stone walls. The hunter and his angel were sat together on the bed, blankets and snacks adorning the plaid bedding in the dim light. It had long since gone midnight, but the pair were bored out of their minds, having resorted to a horror movie in the hope of staying awake. However, it appeared that both parties were beginning to regret the decision, Dean complaining every thirty seconds and Cas having grown tired of hearing it.

“Dean, it’s just a movie.”

“I know, but they’re - no, you idiot! Son of a b*tch!” The Winchester cursed as a young teen headed unarmed towards a live vampire nest.

“Please, Dean.”

“No! Sammy and I could’ve ganked those son’sa b*tches already!”

  In a last ditch attempt to silence his boyfriend, Cas nudged Dean in the ribs, not expecting the brunette to yelp and slap his hand away.

“Dammit, Cas…” Dean scowled, arm wrapped around his torso in defense. The seraph in question paused, the sudden mischievous spark in his eyes going unnoticed in the stark glow of late-night- TV. Without warning, Cas pounced, his forearm pinning Dean’s hands in place whilst he sat over his hips.

“Dean, stop talking over the movie,” He commanded, eyes glaring playful daggers at his human. The freckled man merely smirked, and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Or what?”

  Castiel smirked, relishing in the immediate shift of mood as Dean realised he was planning something. He trailed the fingertips of one hand down Dean’s side, and gently pinched the fleshed-out part of his companion’s torso. The slight twitch that followed told Cas all he needed to know.

“You’re ticklish, correct?”

   By now, Dean’s eyes were wide, lips parted in a nervous smile.

“Uh - no.”

“Stop lying,” Without missing a beat, Cas reached under Dean’s shirt to skitter over the freckled skin. A sharp intake of breath on Dean’s part preceded by his tummy sucking in amused the angel to no end.

“C-cas, please-”

“Please what?”

  Dean hesitated, opening his mouth to form a retort - however, when Cas started wriggling fingers into his tummy, all words were forgotten; replaced by hysterical laughter as he tried to curl up into a ball - much to Cas’ amusement.

“Pfftahahaha! Cahahahas! Nohohohohohoho!” The blonde’s eyes scrunched up at the corners, a smile brightening his features as he shook his head no in frustration.

“What’s the matter? Ticklish?” Cas didn’t bother fighting a grin as he watched the blush creeping onto Dean’s face, his freckles standing out in a way that the angel found adorable.

“Ahahahaha, yehehehes! Shih*t! Nonono, Cahahahahas!” Suddenly there was a spike in Dean’s giggles as Cas vibrated a claw-like hand into the skin around his navel. Castiel decided to keep it up for a few more seconds before moving upwards to pinch at his Hunter’s ribs.

“You’re blushing,” He remarked, knowing full well that it would only make his boyfriend blush harder.

“Ahahahahaha, ahaham nohot! Stahahahap!”

“You are - it’s sweet,”

“Nahahahaha, plehehehease!” Dean squeaked when the fingers travelled down to squeeze his sides, head tipping back in laughter as his flush darkened. It was impossible for Cas to refrain from laughing along slightly; he trailed his fingers down the Winchester’s sides to poke at his hips.

  However, when Dean let out an uncharacteristic shriek, Cas was taken aback. He raised his eyebrows, hand hovering over Dean’s hip in waiting. Meanwhile, the green eyes gazing up at him had widened in panic, a nervous smile tugging at their corners.

“Bad spot?” He questioned, grinning uncontrollably.

“Y-yes, Cas plehehease don’t! NO!” A yelp sounded as Cas feigned a lunge towards the torso pinned beneath him. Anticipatory giggles flowed from Dean’s lips as he closed his eyes in reluctant expectation.

“Dean? Will you stop interrupting the movie?”

“Yehehes, fine! Just don’t!”

  Castiel paused, a wicked idea forming in his head as his smile widened.

“Good. Thank you, Dean.” He stayed pinning the hunter in place, waiting for a reaction.

“Greheat! Hey, uh, you gonna let me up?”

“Hm?” Cas reached over with his free hand and grabbed the remote, the girl on screen freezing as he pressed Pause.

“No, I think the vampires can wait for a while.”

“No, No Cahahahas, plehehehease! AHAHAHAHA!”

 The TV was on Pause for a long time, to say the least.

A Head, A Heart, & A Movie {Biadore} Chapter 1 -C*NT

A/N: I want to apologize to all of the mobile readers because this is a 7.5k monstrosity. But on the other hand, I know you guys love the long chapters so I hope you all like this! Sorry it’s been so long since I updated last, I’ve had a battle with writers block and it was winning for quite some time. For those who are just tuning in, this is the sequel story to A Head, A Heart, & A Crown, so it’s set in the same universe. Of course, this AU is about Bianca and Adore begining to film Hurricane Bianca 2, but there is going to be a more established side of Witney for this one(is it really one of my fics if there isnt a side of Witney?) as well. TW for alcohol, a panic attack and weed. And as always, a tad bit of angst. Enjoy!! 💕 PS: If I ever write a short A/N, something is seriously wrong lol.

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Kissing And Touching

Ari/Dante

Summary: Being with Dante has made Ari realize two things: that kissing is weird and that he’s more ticklish than he thought.

A/N: This could have a much better title if I was more creative. This is for @pepperedfarts who wanted to read about how Dante found out that Ari was ticklish. I hope you all like it!

This isn’t necessarily a sequel to Laughing Boy, but could also be seen as one. If that makes sense.

Words: 1 279

Ari still found kissing weird. Don’t get him wrong, he loved kissing Dante, but sometimes his mind just started overthinking it, and he couldn’t help but point out how ridiculous it could be.

“Why would you press your mouth to another person’s? That’s where we put our food when we eat,” he said one day, sprawled out on Dante’s bed.

Dante was smiling in amusement at him. “You question the simplest things.”

Ari frowned. “Don’t tell me you don’t find it at least a little bit weird.”

“Okay, I find it at least a little bit weird.”

“Thank you.”

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A lesson in friendship [FFXV – Prompto+Gladiolus+Ignis/Noctis]

What’s this?? Shiba actually wrote something?? O_O Careful guys! If that happened, we don’t know what else could!! lol
At first I wanted to wait for the game’s release and then write something, but… I’m not very patient, ha ha. This takes place right after the Kingsglaive movie, so major spoils if you haven’t watched it! Nothing spectacular ahead though, just some fluff, a few curses, care and brotherly love between the main charas :). Oh, and it’s ridiculously long too. Around 3100 words I think?
Anyway! Hope you’ll like it…! *bows deeply*

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different-person-than-yesterday  asked:

For the speedwriting, maybe Dean notices how Sam always sleeps with all his weakspots exposed so he'll use that to wake him up, until he realises one day that Sam doesn't really fight it, first he thought it was because he's tired but now he gets that he enjoys it, so now he does it aaaaall the time 😁

sure thing!

Day 1

Dean was surprised to be the first one up. Usually Sam was up early for a morning jog. He stretched, heading for the shower and letting his kid brother catch a few extra z’s.

On his way out of the shower, he noticed one of Sam’s feet poking out from under the covers. He smirked, walking past and wiggling a finger over Sam’s sole. Dean didn’t miss the small smile that graced Sam’s lips as he stirred in his sleep.

Day 2

First one to wake again. Dean didn’t mind getting all the hot water to himself, and it was good seeing Sam rest. Poor kid always has too much on his mind.

Dean took a long shower this morning, and when he finally came out, he noticed Sam was still sleeping. Sam was stretched out on his back on the bed, mouth half open with a mop of hair going everywhere.

Dean paced over to the side of the bed, looking down at him and rolling his eyes. He reached over and scribbled a few fingers over Sam’s belly until he stirred, his back shifting on the bed.

“Get up, bitch.” Dean teased, grabbing a pillow and tossing it onto Sam’s face. That startled him awake real quick.

Day 3

There hadn’t been a break in the case yet, so it took both of the hunters forever to fall asleep last night. Sam had been up later than Dean researching to try to find a break, so Dean wasn’t surprised to be the first one awake.

He was a little surprised to see Sam sleeping in a chair hunched over the small desk in the room.

Dean came up behind Sam, seeing a lore book on the desk and picking it up with a smirk to slam onto the wood loudly, scare Sam awake.

At the last second he reconsidered, not wanting to startle him too badly with how on edge he must be from the hunt. Dean set the book down and instead found his hands reaching around Sam’s sides and his fingers wiggling against the material of his shirt.

Sam giggled in his sleep, how adorable.

Dean squeezed a few times when he noticed Sam starting to squirm. This brought Sam over the threshold into consciousness, but he continued to giggle as he woke, batting weakly at Dean’s hands.

“We got a long day ahead of us, let’s get going.” Dean concluded with a hair ruffle.

Day 4

Dean opened his eyes as the sun was coming up. He looked over at his brother who was (unsurprisingly at this point) still asleep. There was no real rush to wake him today. A major break in the case last night had given the hunters the chance to finally kill the monster that had been harming people, putting it all finally to rest. It had been late, so they had headed back to their motel room and decided to head out in the morning.

Dean turned on his side to try to get a little extra sleep.

A few minutes later, he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t really tired, he could grab just a few hours and feel well rested at this point.

Dean glanced over at Sam again, bored. He saw a foot hanging off the bottom of the bed and smirked.

Dean rolled out of bed quietly and stepped over to Sam’s bed. He lightly dragged his fingertips down Sam’s foot, grinning as his toes curled in response.

Sam’s arms were out to the sides, so Dean moved over to the side of the bed and poked a finger under each arm, wiggling them and gently tickling down Sam’s ribs. He tried to hold back a few chuckles at how Sam was flinching and giggling softly in his sleep.

One thing he did notice, Sam wasn’t really fighting him. He was sleeping, granted, but he never pulled his arms down or his foot away.

Dean scribbled behind Sam’s knee, making his foot flex out and his leg flinch. He smirked. Ten fingers dove in to pinch and scribble on Sam’s knees and thighs. Sam shrieked awake that morning in a burst of laughter.

Day 5

They were back at Bobby’s already. Sam had woken up first today, Dean waking when Sam got out of the shower. It wasn’t too far a drive back, and they decided to spend a few days there looking for a new case.

Sam was pouring over information on his laptop, looking for anything suspicious that may need their investigation. Dean walked into the room, a half tap on the door as warning.

“What’s up, Sammy?”

“Just looking for a new case.” Sam replied dryly.

“We just finished one, why don’t you look tomorrow? Take the night off.” Dean suggested, offering a beer.

“Thanks, but I feel like we should-”

“Sammy! Relax!” Dean clapped a hand on his shoulder. “There will be people to save in the morning.” He closed Sam’s laptop. “You may be one of them if I wake up first again.” Dean winked.

“What are you talking about?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“The last week or so you’ve been sleeping in.”

“So?”

“So, you might get tickled awake again.” Dean wiggled his fingers and eyebrows. “This time you won’t get any mercy, no case to work as an excuse.” Dean laughed.

Sam was blushing. “Shut up, jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean teased with a poke to Sam’s side. “Maybe I’ll just get you now!”

Sam tried to get up out of the chair to run, but only got about 2 feet before Dean was on top of him on the floor.

“You ass, get off me!” Sam laughed, pushing at Dean as he wrestled him down. One of Dean’s hands caught both of Sam’s wrists.

“No way!” Dean grinned, holding his brother’s arms to the side and wiggling his other hand up under Sam’s shirt, tickling his stomach.

“Stahahahahop!” Sam cackled, squirming underneath him.

“Not gonna happen, bitch.” Dean assured him.

Sam continued flailing and trying to sort of half heartedly wiggle away, but otherwise didn’t retaliate much.

“So, you don’t seem like you’re really fighting this Sammy.” Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

Sam’s face was already red from laughter so it was hard to tell if he was blushing any further. “Whahahat? Yehehehes I ahaham!” Sam argued, “I sahahahaid stahop!” He laughed harder when Dean wiggled his free hand back and forth under both arms.

“Sure, you said that.” Dean shrugged. “But you’re not acting like it.” He grinned.

“Shuhuhut up!” Sam whined.

“Come on, what if I was a monster? All a vamp needs to do is poke your sides a few times and he’s got you? That’s it?” Dean laughed.

“Yohohou’re a jeheherk!” Sam kicked his feet.

“Yoooou like it.” Dean grinned smugly, squeezing Sam’s knee.

“Do nahahahot!” Sam protested.

“Say it!”

“No!”

“Saaaaay it!” Dean scribbled all over Sam’s belly.

“Nahahahaha!”

“What are you idjits doing?” Bobby scolded from the doorway.

Dean let Sammy go, putting his hands up. “Sorry Bobby, didn’t mean to bother you.” He chuckled.

Bobby snorted. “No bother, I’ve got dinner on downstairs.”

Dean helped Sam to his feet. “This isn’t over, Sammy.” He winked.

“You bet it’s not.” Sam returned the wink, poking Dean’s side and making him flinch.

Dean glared at Sam as he hurried out of the room downstairs. Oh, it was on.

Supernatural: Protection

This was a request :) Classic Dean tickling Cas.

Words: 1,728

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Castiel was an angel, a very strong and mighty angel that would cower before no one, spending his days befriending the Winchesters and watching over them. The key word in that sentence is was. After losing his grace, Castiel didn’t feel at all any of those things, quite the opposite, actually. He felt weak and helpless, always enlisting the Winchester brothers for help. Worst of all in his mind was that he could no longer protect Sam and Dean like he used to. He knew they were in far more danger now that he was human. Cas felt absolutely sad, to use the simplest and most descriptive word.

He spent his days sitting in the bunker while Dean and Sam went on hunts because they were afraid that Cas would get hurt since he was an inexperienced hunter. This worsened how Cas felt because he couldn’t check up on them like he was used to, he could just zap in at any time, no matter where they were. Of course there were phones, but it wasn’t the same. He could ask if they were hurt and they could say they were fine, but not mean it. In person, Cas would be able to heal them with a touch of his hand. Now he could not. They were so many states away by now, and he couldn’t even drive. So Castiel seemed to sulk a little more and sink even farther into the accustomed couch.

It was the day after the boys returned from a shifter hunt up in New York, and they had been catching onto Cas and his morose mood as of late. Dean would crack a joke, to which Sam would laugh at, and Cas would merely stare into the distance. Of course, they accounted that to Cas’s inability to grasp common human phrases and innuendos and culture. Cas would always seem to watch, them, too, which Sam found out about first. It was Dean who took the opportunity to talk with Cas. Sam was up in the library.

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Monkey Bars

yayaya first post :D

So, this blog is entirely tickle fics, no other kind.

I am currently taking prompts, you can leave them in my ask box or inbox if you have one and I will try and write it for you.

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Summary: Kid!Phan, go to the park and when they are messing around, Phil makes a very interesting discovery ;3

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:

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“Okay, boys, don’t go too far!” Called Phil’s mum, as the two children ran from their waffling parents to the playground.

Dan and Phil didn’t often get the chance to meet up, considering that they went to different schools and their parents had busy schedules. These little trips to the park every so often were what kept them sane.

“Wheeee!” Dan cried, running down the field, arms stretched out like an aeroplane. Phil was running alongside him, hair blowing back as the cool wind rushed across his face.

“What shall we go on first?” asked Phil, when they reached the playground.

“Ooh, ooh, Monkey Bars!” cried his five-year old friend. Based upon the fact that Phil was ten and Dan five years younger, you’d probably think that they wouldn’t be likely friends, to which you’d be wrong; the pair stuck like glue.

“Are you strong enough to hold yourself up?” Phil questioned, grinning as they walked to the wooden pillars holding up the bars.

“Yeah!” Dan replied, climbing up the ladder and leaning forward to grab the first bar.

Dan gripped the wooden pole and fell down from the platform, dangling a foot from the ground below.

“See! I can pull myself up!” Dan exclaimed, looking up at the bars with a smile.

“Yeah, but can you get across?” Phil asked him, crossing his arms with a challenging smirk.

“I bet I can!” Dan retorted, tightening his grip and quickly letting go to reach for the bar ahead of him. He just about caught it and looked to Phil with a grin.

“Want some help there?” Phil stood beneath Dan and placed his hands under his arms to lift him up so he could manage it easier.

However, at almost the exact moment Phil touched Dan, Dan let out a squeak and fell from the monkey bars, landing at Phil’s feet. Phil jumped and let go of Dan.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked, looking at his younger friend.

“Yeah, it just tickled.” Dan replied, placing his hands where Phil had picked him up.

Phil stopped and grinned widely.

“So, you’re ticklish?” Phil asked.

Dan stopped and paled, his eyes growing in fear and a surge of adrenaline cruising through his veins.

“N-nope.” He said, slowly beginning to walked backwards.

“But you said it tickled, therefore, aren’t you ticklish?” Phil said, following Dan with the menacing smile still plastered on his face.

“I-I, er, ahh.” Dan began, before turning around and dashing away.

Phil began to chase after him, arms outstretched. He soon began to get rather close and brushed a hand on Dan’s back, making him squeal.

“I’ve nearly got you!” Phil exclaimed, trying to run faster.

“No you haven’t!” Dan said, almost running into a tree and squeaking, before turning to run in the other direction. Unfortunately, by this time Phil had caught up and was able to reach out and wrap his arms around Dan’s waist, pulling the younger into his tight grasp.

“Philly! Philly! Let me gohoho!” Dan cried, giggling nervously.

“No way, I’m testing my theory!” Phil said, before digging his fingers into Dan’s underarms again.

The brunette let out a yelp, before leaning over and collapsing into a fit of giggles.

“So, you’re trying to tell me you’re not ticklish?” Phil teased, moving his fingers down to his ribs. Dan fell to his knees as Phil scrabbled his hands over Dan’s ribcage and giggled hysterically.

“Phihihihilly! Nohohoho!” Dan squealed, thrashing about to try and free himself from Phil’s clutches.

“Danny! Yes!” Phil replied, giggling as Dan completely collapsed onto the floor, laughing. He took this opportunity to sit on Dan’s legs, stopping the younger from escaping. “Are you going to admit it now? Or will I have to tickle it out of you?” Phil asked, still tickling Dan mercilessly.

“Nohoho! I ahaham nohohot tihihicklihihish!” Dan cried between spurts of giggling.

“Hm, suit yourself!” Phil said, shrugging as he trailed his fingers down to Dan’s stomach and scribbled his fingers.

Dan’s reaction was positively hysterical, he screeched before laughing loudly wriggling around, trying to buy himself just a second of freedom.

“PHIHIHIHILYYY! STAHAHAHAP!” He cried, somehow flipping over onto his tummy and trapping Phil’s hands.

“I can’t, now.” Phil said, pulling at his hands, stuck under Dan. “They’re trapped! I guess I’ll just have to tickle you forever from now on!” Phil said, wriggling his fingers and making Dan squeal.

“Okahahay! Okahahay! I’m tihihicklish!” Dan exclaimed, wiggling about. “Nohohow Stahahap ihihit!”

Phil took pity on Dan and stopped tickling him. The younger flipped around, freeing Phil’s hands and looking up at his grinning friend.

“Told you so!” Phil exclaimed.

“I’m only a little bit ticklish!” Dan said, crossing his arms.

“Don’t start that again.” Phil said, poking Dan’s tummy, making him giggle and jerk away.

“Fine! Fine, I am ticklish, happy now?” Dan replied.

Phil smiled and bent down to kiss his best friend on the forehead.

“Very.” He said, before standing up and reaching forward to give Dan a hand. Dan took hold of his hand and pulled himself up. He was halfway stood up when Phil wiggled a finger against his upper ribs, making him squeak and nearly fall over.

“Phiiiil!” Dan whined, pouting.

“Sorry! Couldn’t help it.” Phil exclaimed, hoisting Dan up and holding his hand, before the pair of them ran back to the swings.

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Yippeee! I wrote a very fluffy tickle fic!

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Baiiiii!

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Double Trouble, part 3 . 5

the next part of Double Trouble! still, not as intense as I plan the next half part to be, but I’m gonna rate it **/***. hot tickling, blowjob scene, orgasm, being in a happy threesome :D decide on your own if you want to read it! if you do, let me know what you think, because I feel I crammed too much into this part.. I wanted Tony happy, ok?! hope you like it!! oh, and while you read it, because last part was a while ago, keep in mind that they all are naked! Okay? Okay!

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Double Trouble, part 3 . 5 **/***

Tony bit back a moan, his skin warming up from two sets of hands firmly sweeping down his frame and two hot mouths pressing biting kisses on his body. He felt dizzy and weak in the knees, and leaned more against Steve’s solid silhouette, feeling T2 following, not breaking the contact, brunet’s front cupping his rear.

“Oh fuck..” Tony breathed out, hot between two bodies he knew so well, yet it felt like a whole new situation.

“Is that a yes?” Steve asked, moving his hands to Tony’s cheek and framing his face, forcing him to look back. Tony’s eyes were fogged and misty, just like the air around them. Steve’s eyes were dark blue, like an ocean during a storm, and it was a color of lust. Still, the soldier was able to mask it nicely, his hands steady and touch firm. Tony gulped and shuddered, knowing what these hands were capable off, and then he felt another biting kiss on the side of his neck, courtesy of T2, which was a surprisingly bold move for the man, yet, was very nice.

And it could get even nicer..

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Special Smile

Bilbo/Thorin

Summary: Thorin has a special smile that he only ever directs to Bilbo.

A/N: The 9th fic for 12 Days of Fluff! Dedicated to Abi because she gave me the idea.

Words: 1 023

The only times Bilbo was used to seeing Thorin smile was when he was getting himself all excited about how they were going to reclaim Erebor, and when observing his nephews. Truth be told, Thorin never quite smiled fully. It was mostly just a twitch of his lips, but all of that changed when they established what they meant to each other. Suddenly Thorin was smiling freely around him, and Bilbo had never felt so honored.

The first time it happened was just after they’d had that big talk that had left them both giddy and blissful, and most importantly a couple. Thorin grinned happily at him and Bilbo stared at him for a few seconds too long; wiping the smile straight off his face.

“What’s wrong?” Thorin asked, an uncertainty to his voice. “Did I misunderstand something?”

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