stop tickling me

shit i love

when lers verbally tease you like

“awww is someone ticklish?”

“coochie coochie coo!”

“was that a giggle i heard? hmm, i wonder if i can make you do it again..”

“i’m sorry but you’re just too adorable not to tickle!”

“if you don’t stop wiggling around i’m gonna make this a lot worse!”

“what a cute squishy tummy! i wonder what would happen if i gave it a tickle..”

also being called things like 




and just other stuff fucking kills me 

“Hey MC, how are you?”

“Hello Seven! Jumin stop… stop tickling me! Hahaha… Stop! Seven’s on the phone! Gosh i’m sorry about that, we’re doing great. How about you?

Saeyoung looks up at the night sky and sighs into the cold. Surrounded by so many people, but feeling so alone. She has chosen Jumin, and he must respect her decision no matter how painful it is for him. 

“Yeah, i’m doing great too.”



literally the best trope of anyone, be it fictional or not, is that big, buff tough guy who doesn’t talk or smile much, let alone laugh at anything. But if you tickle them just right, they completely melt into a giggly, squirmy mess, begging for mercy at your fingertips. 


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Stop tickling me mom!
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  • Chanyeol: Can't stop the tickles. They call me Dr. Giggles. It's off the chizzle Fo' shizzle dizzle I'm bangin' with the b-o-t-o-dizzle with wiffles. Cause I dribble like I'm rubbing on nipples.
  • Yixing: You want that to be your verse in the song? You want me to write that with my own two hands? You want to legitimately say this in front of people?

Date a boy who dreams about you

"He Could Fuck Me Better." (Jack Gilinsky Smut)

AN: I wrote this while I had writers block, so I apologize in advance(: Drop by my ask and request something!(:

“Sammy!” I squealed, he wouldn’t stop tickling me, “Sammy, stop!” I was laughing hysterically.

“Fuck, Sammy!” I groaned trying to push him away, my sides were on fire from laughing.

“What the fuck is going on here.” I heard Jack Gilinsky storm into the room.

Sammy was laying on half of my body, his hands on my sides.

“Nothing G, just hanging out with YN,”

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jack growled.

Sammy slowly sat up and put his hands up in surrender. I sat up too and glared at Jack.

“Come on YN, we’re leaving.”

“Fuck If I am Jack, what the hell am I doing wrong?” I crossed my arms in annoyance.

I could tell Jack was getting jealous, he usually never got jealous of his friends, just random guys at party’s. Although I remember one time he got jealous of Nate and I singing and rapping one of Nates songs, and later that night Jack made sure I couldn’t walk again to hang out with Nate the next day, haha.

I was hoping this situation would be like the Nate situation…as bad as that sounds.

“We’ll talk about this later, bye Sammy.” Sammy nodded his head at Jack.

“I’m not leaving.” I huffed, getting closer to Sammy.

“YN YMN YLN, you better start walking before I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder.” He growled through gritted teeth. I loved dominant Jack, it took all of my power to not get up and fuck him right there.

“Fuck you will.” I huffed and turned my head, “I think you should listen to him YN.” Sammy whispered to me. I laughed at them and continued crossing my arms.

“For fucks sake!” Jack stormed over to where I was sitting. His big hands gripped my hips and he tossed me over his shoulder.

“Jack! What the fuck!” I groaned, lightly pounding on his back.

“See ya Sammy!” Jack called still walking.

Jack opened the passenger side of his car and set me down. He jogged over to the drivers side and started it up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He groaned, gripping the steering wheel.

“What is wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I can’t hang out with my friends because you think I’ll have sex with them or something?!” I was getting frustrated now.

“Excuse me? All my friends want to fuck you! Did you not see his hands all over you?! You’re mine YN, for fucks sake! You know how hard it is seeing his hands over what’s mine?” Jack wanted to look at me so bad, but his eyes were glued to the road.

“Who cares if they wanna fuck me! I wouldn’t fuck them! I just love you Jack, and I don’t know why you’re so jealous of them!”

“I’m not jealous of them.” He growled.

“You should be, I bet Sammy could fuck me better than you could.” I mumbled as I saw us rounding the corner to our house.

Jack slammed on his brakes as he heard those words.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He turned off the engine and ripped the keys out of the ignition.

“You heard me Jack, is that why you’re so jealous? Because Sammy could fuck me better?” I squinted my eyes as I spat those fowl words.

Jacks eyes darkened, he jumped out of his car and ran to my side. I unbuckled as he opened my door.

“Let’s go.” He growled.

“I can get out myself.” I pushed him to the side and hopped out. I started walking inside and I could feel Jack hot on my heels.

“Can I have the keys.” I asked with an attitude. He put them in my hand, and I unlocked the door. The second the door was shut he pushed me against it.

“You’re going to go upstairs and be waiting on the bed undressed.” He growled.

“Um no.” I wanted to push him further, I wanted him to carry me up the stairs, throw me on the bed, and fuck my brains out.

I ripped my wrists out of his hands and walked to our kitchen. I felt Jacks hands on my waist again. He spun me around and threw me over his shoulder.

“You’re so naughty.” He growled. I accidentally let out a moan.

He kicked open our bedroom door and threw me down onto the bed. He jumped on the bed in between my legs and popped open the button to my shorts.

“Lift.” He growled, he shimmied them down my legs and threw them across the room.

He thumb started drawing circles over my clothed clit.

“Jack.” I gasped at the feeling, my hands tangled in his hair.

“Uh uh uh,” he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

“No touching.”

“But baby please! Sammy would let me touch him.” I whined.

In the blink of an eye Jack was undressed and so was I.

“I don’t know why you think he could fuck you better baby. We all know I’m the only one who knows how to make you scream.” He smirked evilly as he shoved his whole length inside of me.

“Oh shit!” I gasped out.

“Say my name baby.” He grunted as he kept pounding into me.

I wouldn’t say his name and he was noticing.

“Who made you this wet?” He growled.

“Sammy did!” I smirked, “Who?” He asked through gritted teeth. His thrusts got harder, his fingers started massaging figure eights onto my clit.

My hands grabbed onto his shoulders.

“No touching.” He grabbed my hands and held them down with one of his. He continued thrusting.

“Please baby, let me touch you.” I whined, trying to break free of his grasp.

“Who’s making you feel this good, baby.” He cooed.

“You are Jack! Fuck, you only make me feel this good baby!” I screamed out as his thrusts got harder.

He let go of my hands and they instantly flew to his back. He started leaving kisses from my jaw to my chest, stopping to leave hickeys on my boobs.

“Fuck Jack! I’m so close.” I cried out.

“Me too, baby.” His head fell to the crook of my neck.

His thrusts started getting sloppier as I felt my stomach tie in knots.

“Shit Jack!” I screamed, my toes curled, my nails scratched down his back as my back arched into his chest.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot baby.” He bit my neck as I felt him release into me.

“Shit Jack. Ugh baby.” I groaned.

He pulled out of me, and collapsed on his side of the bed.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you’re so hot when you’re jealous.” I giggled.

“Oh, so that’s what you were up to? Just making me jealous?” He smirked.

“Whatttt? Noooo?” My cheeks turned a bright red.

“If you wanted it rough baby, all you had to do was ask.”

“I love you, Jack.”

“I love you too,” he smiled, pulling me even closer.

Laughing Love

I haven’t gotten any requests done or the second part of Drifting Away, so I wrote this imagine for y’all :) (I apologize if you’re mad at me, I don’t mean to disappoint at all)

“Stiles…..I will….. beat your ass…….. if you don’t….. STOP TICKLING ME!” You managed to get a few words out while laughing uncontrollably. Stiles wouldn’t stop tickling you because you stole his jacket and wouldn’t give it back. “I’ll stop if you give me back the jacket, you thief.” Stiles smirked down at me while his hands found my most ticklish spots. “I stole it because it smelled so good and it’s warmer than mine.” I smiled at him.

 Stiles got distracted when Scott walked into the room and I took the chance to pin Stiles down on the bed with each leg on each side of him. “Whoa it’s getting a bit sexual between the two best friends.” Scott laughed before I scooted off Stiles onto the bed. “Don’t you and Kira have things to do, like not bother us?” I questioned while rolling my eyes. “Actually yes, we’re going into the city to eat out, you two want to come?” Scott asked. 

“We already ate before you came over. I think we’re both going to pass. Right?” Stiles looked over at me. “Right. Thanks anyways, maybe next time.” I smiled at Scott. “Okay, you two, stay safe and use protection. I hid some condoms in your dresser Stiles.” Scott giggled before getting two pillows thrown at him. “GET OUT!” Stiles and I yelled to him.

“He always thinks that we’re going to end up together and that’s probably never going to happen. I wouldn’t date you” I laughed a little before looking at Stiles. He seemed to have sadness in his eyes. Slowly looking up, he managed to give me a smile, but I can tell it was fake. “Haha, yeah. That’s never going to happen.” Stiles said while playing with his fingers and looking down. 

“What’s wrong? Did I say anything wrong?” 
“N-no, it’s nothing. I really think you should go home. Stiles rushing his words out and looking around quickly. 
“Why? Stiles what are you-” My words were cut off quickly when Stiles pushed me out of his room and locked it.
“STILES! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!” I banged harshly on the door, wishing it would open up soon. I slowly gave up when it wouldn’t open and walked out his house.

I drove back to my house and ignored my mom’s constant calls. I jumped onto my bed and tried texting Stiles. 

Me: Stiles, please tell me what’s wrong?
Me: Please stop ignoring me.
Me: Stilesssssssssssssssssss

Stiles: Leave me alone. Just don’t talk to me. I can’t be friends with you anymore. 

I re-read his text to make sure I was reading it right. Constantly reading it over and over and the words just etched into my brain. “I can’t be friends with you anymore.” I threw my phone into the wall, causing it to smash into pieces. Tears flowing down my face at a rapid speed, I just don’t understand.

What did I do?


I’m the kind of Lee that won’t fight back. You want to tickle me? Be my guest. Tickle me silly. Tease at my sides, squeeze at my hips. Give my tummy raspberries and make me a giggly mess. Nibble at my ribs and I promise you I’ll squeak. Pin me down or hold up my wrists. Give me your worst as I’ll try to bite my lip. All I ask for is no mercy, no matter how many times I say stop. Tickle me until I blush with joy. Just make me smile and make me your play toy. Help me forget my sorrows and just tickle away the pain. 🙈

#02 life is not disney movie

“you gotta tell us now!” Arzaylea practically yells at me, tackling on the hotel bedroom, stoping me from leaving the room and trying to get the words out of my mouth by tickling me.

“Stop that!” i wiggle on the floor, laughing out loud, trying to get her off me. “i am not saying. stop trying” but she doesn’t.

“how come i’ve been hanging out with you for nearly 7 months, and i don’t what is up with you?” she says.

“Jess!” i yell to my best friend that is sitting on the sofa, scrolling on her phone

“She’s right” she says not caring to much on my tickle torture “i’ve known you since forever, and i don’t have a clue on what the hell is happening to you”

i sigh and Arzaylea stop tickling me “Gee thanks” i take a deep breath “i appreciate that you guys worry about me, but seriously, i am fine”

“Stop lying” jess whines, throwing her phone aside “(Y/n), i know you better than you know yourself, and i know that you getting distracted about absolutely everything and blushing just because… it’s not normal”

“i am…” I start saying, and standing up of the floor, but Arzaylea interrupts me.

“i think you are in love” she says, teasing me and giving me a playful push.

“Shut up” i say covering my face with my hands and throwing myself on the big bed.

they go quiet from a while, and i feel the bed moving from them sitting on it beside me, ready to get more information from me.

“who?” Jess says picking on my red cheek, teasing me.

“Alright!” i exclaim, knowing that sooner or later i was going to tell them anyways “I might or might not have a crush on Calum hood”

they are speechless, i feel both of them hug me and exclaiming happily. i uncover my blushed face and wiggle out of their arms, feeling weird. 

“This is amazing (Y/n)” Jessica says happily “he is a good guy, you might get lucky and finally be able to kiss a gu…” she stops realizing i don’t like her talking about that topic. 

“Wait what?!” Arz screams “so, I’ve seen you get drunk…like real drunk, and you’ve never kissed a boy? Are you serious?”

“That does not make sense” I whine, crossing my arms over my chest “I am not good with guys, okay?!”

“You write about relationships all the time, how can you not?” She keeps saying.

“They are just songs” I bluff “it’s not big deal, that’s my job anyways, I get paid to write about relationships, it does not mean that I actually know about it” I shrug “l’ve just never been in one”

I can see the pity in their eyes, but I look away. I’ve never had a real boyfriend, or a kiss. Not in my 18 years of existence and that is something that still haunts me. Being surrounded almost all the time by people that has already live the beautiful experience of the first kiss and also of the first time. I feel alone now that I am the only one who is still waiting for it.

“Have you make a move on him or something?” Jess asks, moving closer to me

I shook my head “not really” I shrug “on writing hours, when we were working together, he told Luke he was Feeling down for some reason, and the day after that, I left a little note on his bass. Just to… You know.. Cheer him up somehow” I tell them “I know it’s not a ‘move’ but I don’t know, I’ve been doing it since that day… sometimes i left little treats or gifts and he seems to like it”

“Oh god, that’s you!” Jessica exclaims in surprise “how could I not even suspect it?”

“That’s good” I nod “then I know he does not suspect who his little ‘secret’ admirer Is and it stays as a secret, like it’s supposed to be”

On the corner of my eye, I saw Arzaylea shooking her head various times, not agreeing with what am I saying “(Y/n) you need to tell him it’s you” she encourages me “he loves those notes, and he would totally love to know who is the person behind all that”

“No” I shook

“Maybe he likes you back!” She finishes, cheering loudly and giving me another playful push.

“maybe he likes the notes, and would love to know who is the one who makes them” Jess adds.  

i sigh “Don’t you think it is kinda childish?.. i mean, like we were in high school and..” i start but Jess interrupts me. 

“It is not, it’s a nice detail!” she rest her hand on my shoulder

“It does not matter anyways” i shrug “He likes someone else, and not to mention that he is totally out of my limit, i should forget him now before something happens…” 

“What do you mean?” Arz asks confused “How do you know that likes someone else?” 

i get out of the bed, thinking of anyway to get out of this conversation, before i do something stupid “he obviously does” i explain “he is always coming late to writing hours, and he seems more inspired than usual… he is always texting! it is pretty obvious. and i wanna forget about him, because somehow i always end up making a fucking movie in my head, and i don’t want to end up hurt” 

they look at me with that pity look in their eyes once again, and makes me want to puke. the last thing i need is having other people to pity me. i can see Jess have a lot to say, she is looking down and sighing, and that is something that she always does before saying something big. i know her too well, so i prepare myself for her words. 

“Listen (Y/n)… i know what you are trying to do, and let me tell you, that if you don’t do something about all this, i will” she starts “i’ve been with a lot of guys, and you know it. i’ve gone all the way with them, and i am concerned that you haven’t even got a simple kiss!” she starts exclaiming “you are almost 20, and if it does not come to you, you need to come to it. understand?” she says way to harsh. 

i nod sightly, looking at her, who has a stressed look on her face for almost no reason. but she is right, it need to come to it. no wonder on how am i gonna do it but it needs to happen, sooner or later. 

it was already 10 am in the beautiful city of Toronto. the sun was shinning and the cold wind was sightly blasting on the Rogers Centre stadium. i was sitting on one of the countless empty chairs that were on the VIP zone, were the fans would be coming later. 

the guys were doing their sound check as usual, and some fans at the back of the stadium, watching the soundcheck and screaming at the top of their lungs. 

i liked to just sit around and watch the guys play when it was soundcheck time. the stadium was almost empty, so it made me feel that somehow, they were giving a little show for me, even though they actually weren’t. also it was the only time where i got to watch them play, since i do not like being on big crowds of people so i never attended to the actual concerts, but i was totally okay with this.

i fix the baseball cab that it’s on my head by the moment, trying to prevent the sun to burn my face, and open the notebook that is currently sitting on my lap and look thought the hand writing of all of it’s pages, until i get to the page i was looking for. i decided to follow Jess and tell Calum how i feel, because i know that i don’t do it by myself, she will, and i know that if she does, things are not going to end up well. 

i wrote another note for him, but this time, i did not left it beside his bass or in the dressing room, as i usually do, i am going to give it to him, in person, and tell him everything. it is now or never. or at least that’s what i think. 

when they finish the last song of the set list, they stay on the stage, saying some random things and just hanging out. i read my note for the 10th time today. making sure it is all good before giving it to him. 

“I am not good expressing myself, 

and probably this is a bit strange for you 

but it’s time to reveal myself and let you know how i feel,

i am sorry if this is not as poetic as my lasts notes, and obviously not as poetic as my love songs, that you love so much. 

but without further or do, all i need right now is ask you. Do you feel the same?” 

I sigh and groan nervously. but without any patience left. i get from my sit, take my things and go straight to backstage. everyone in the crew was moving around all over the place, setting everything for tonight. i run around, trying to get to the opposite side of the stage, and once i am there, i lean just a little bit, enough to see Calum on his usual side of the stage, so i call him. 

“Pss” i say, waiting for him to turn around “Hey, Cal” i whisper/yell 

he turns around, and gives me a little polite smile, i give him a signal, asking him if we could talk for a minute, and tell him to come to where i am. instead, he moves his head, telling me to come on the stage and tell him what i needed. i cringe, i felt so nervous suddenly (more than before). i was about to confess everything to him, in front of about 100 people and his friend.

Take deep breaths

Calm down 

i approach to him slowly, and make my way to his spot. i understand why he told me to come to the stage. the crew was already indicating the fans that everything was over, so they were already starting to leave the stadium, at a really slow peace, trying to enjoy a little extra time with the boys. 

“Hi” i say with a little smile. 

“Hi” he says politely putting his bass down. “What’s up?” 

“Hmm” i mumble “not much, i wanted to talk to you about something…”

he shrugs “Sure, what is it?”  he asks. 

i doubt for a little bit if i should tell him or not. i play with the paper of the note and take a deep breath. my mind is rushing and i really need to think my words before saying them. 

“Well..” i start “i wanted to give you this” i hand him the note, and he takes it with a confused look on his face “Listen Calum” i say while he is reading the note “The other day i noticed you were feeling down so i left a little note to you so you could cheer up a little… and then i started to leave them everyday, because somehow, you seemed to like them, but the thing is…. i didn’t leave them there just because… i really like you.. more than a friend you know?” i chuckle and look down “So i was wondering that maybe.. someday we could go out for..” 

“Wait” he stops me on a pretty harsh way and giving me the note back “it was you?” he frowns still confused. “oh my god” he sighs, running his hands through his hair. 

“Is that bad?…” i ask confused 

“(Y/n)” he sighs, and takes me by the shoulders, for some reason, making me walk at his other side, so he was backing the public and talking directly to me “You can’t just do that” he says to me in a soft tone, like he is talking to a little kid. 

“emmm, why?” i raise an eyebrow. 

“Does not matter, and i want you to stop doing it NOW!” he exclaims. but i am still confused. 

“they are just notes..” i mumble and shrug. 

he lets out a humorless laugh looks at me “I am dating someone” he starts “and you don’t have any idea on how many fights she has gave to me, because of that stupid notes!” 

Ouch. that hurt. 

“It’s childish, you know?” he continues “this is not middle school, i am an adult. if you want something, you come, and tell me on my face. you don’t do this” 

“I am not a kid” i argue and frown, taking a step back “Stop talking to me like that” 

“Well, act like an adult!” he yells at me “you probably don’t understand this, because you are always fucking alone, but i have a relationships, and because of this shit, my girlfriend seriously thinks i have an affair (Which i don’t). and this is a problem for me and i want you to fucking stop, understand kid?” 

“Stop” i groan when calls me kid. feeling the tears already coming to my eyes “i did not wanted this to happen, okay?, i am sorry, but i really like you..”

“No” he stops me from talking “i do NOT like you. okay?” he exclaims, way to loud “stop bugging me with these, i don’t care what your intentions were, stop ruining my relationship, get a life, i have mine-” he stops when he spots the tears escaping from my eyes. “What?” he laughs again, while i just stand there, and listen “Did you thought i would go out with you, and automatically we would be a couple?” he laughs again “life is not a Disney movie, kid, get it in your head! in adults world, you go straight to the point, you don’t do these kind of shit and you don’t-” 

“Calum! Stop it” a voice speaks throught the microphone. 

Ashton is on the back of the drums, he did obviously listen to all of the conversation and he had a pretty mad expression on his face. when Calum looked at him, he pointed with his drum stick to the crowd. there were about 30 fans standing there, and at least 20 of them were recording the whole thing with their cellphones.

i gasp and cover my mouth in surprise. my cheeks were covered in tears, and everyone around us was looking at us.i feel the anxiety coming, and that is not a good sign. 

“I am not a kid” my voice cracks when i talk. 

i rip the note i had on little pieces and throw them at his face that by this time had a very angry expression. 

“i am going to get a life” i sob, and run 

i run out of the stage 

i run out of my problems

but more importantly 

i run out from him 

anonymous asked:

3 with Bellerin please!

“By all means, sit on my knee” Hector says, pretending to be annoyed.

“I don’t mind if I do”

“Of course you don’t”

“You’re quite comfortable”

“You’re not” Hector says.

“Well you are, so deal with it”

“I’m guessing I’ll have to”

“Stop complaining”

You’re starting to get a bit uncomfortable now so you shift yourself so you’re sitting on the couch with your legs over Hectors.

“Better?” You ask.

“Much” He reaches and tickles your feet. You instinctively kick at him, trying to get away.

“Oi!” You say “Stop that!”

“Make me! You’re the one who insisted on sitting like this” He goes for your feet again. You playfully slap him on the arm.

“Hey!” Hector says.

“Stop tickling me then! You know I’m really ticklish”

“That’s why I’m doing it”

“You’re awful” You say, swinging your legs away from Hector.

“You love me for it”

“I suppose, now shut up and watch the film!”

That Word

evanescent!anon submitted:

A/N: Okay, so I saw this text post about forcing someone shy about saying the t-word to say “stop tickling me” to end a relentless tickle attack and I thought it was SUPER CUTE and we all know Dean is the dork who can’t say that word so this happened. And it’s Marina’s birthday!! Happy birthday, I hope you like this gift! ^.^ ~evanescent!anon

It’s the world’s worst-kept secret: Dean Winchester has a very ticklish tummy, and, though he’d never admit, loves having it—as well as the rest of him—tickled.

When Cas first discovered tickling, Dean futilely tried to conceal is excitement, demonstrating on Cas and all the while dropping subtle teases and hints in hopes of retaliation. He wasn’t disappointed. As it turned out, Cas was an expert tickler, and wasn’t above using his grace to torment Dean, though it was deemed ‘cheating’ long ago.

Lately, Cas had been noticing something rather peculiar. Dean seemed to be completely unable to utter the word ‘tickle’ or any variation thereupon. He had many clever workarounds—‘sensitive’ in place of ‘ticklish’, ‘it feels funny’ in place of ‘it tickles’, and so on. Upon this realization, Cas also took note of the fact that Dean turned red whenever he or Sam said the word.

A plan was forged in the angel’s mind to force Dean to blush and squirm so adorably. He was positively elated when Dean very intentionally plopped his feet on Cas’s legs during a movie they were watching in lieu of anything better to do. It was a normal habit; Dean knew he was going to be tickled, and Cas knew he knew, and it was a wordless exchange of giggly fun, in a sense.

Only today, Castiel thought, it won’t be wordless.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt with Eggsy <3 "Eggsy! *laughing uncontrollably* S-ser-seriously! Stop tickling me!"

Originally posted by thingols

“Eggsy!” Your laughter rang out through the hallways loud and clear as Eggsy continued to relentlessly attack your sides with his quick fingers, tickling you with little room for you to breathe or even catch your breath.

“S-ser-seriously! Stop! Stop tickling me!” You screeched so hard that Merlin came running down the hall at full pelt to see what was going on and then stopped and practically face palmed at seeing the two of you rolling about on the floor like five year olds rather than trained Kingsman agents…

Tickle Tickle

“Stop! Please- stop it P! Stop-” (Y/N)’s words were broken by laughter as his hands touched your stomach. “Stop tickling me!!!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have stolen my last Twinkie!” The silver haired speedster tried to sound mad but you knew he wasn’t.

“Stop P!”

“Hmmm. Well… How about no!” Peter continued to tickle you as your face got redder and redder.

“You realise… You could al…ready have… More Twinkies… By now.”

Suddenly he stopped and there was a rush of air as he suddenly reappeared in his chair on the other side of the room. He was eating a Twinkie.

“See? Now was tickling me really necessary?!” (Y/N) said as you finally regained your breath.

“Maybe not, maybe yes. Still, you shouldn’t have eaten my Twinkie.” He turned to face you, that cute little pout on his face.

(Y/N) stood up to go hug him, but at the last second, grabbed his new box of Twinkies!


“Crap.” You muttered. You ran up the basement steps and has just reached the top when, in a flash, Peter stood in front of you, that smug little smirk back on his face.

“Nice try, (Y/N).” He ruffled your hair as he went back down. You following.

“Aww you’re cute when you pout.”