you tickle me

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Ticklish

Presenting for your reading enjoyment my entry for @trexrambling and her daring drabbles challenge! You pick a letter and Jess gives you something beginning with that letter - I chose the letter T and got given toes! Also couldnt go over 500 words!

Word count: 495 (ooo so close!)

Characters: Dean, Reader

Warnings: Tickling, threats to pie, implied smut


The bunker was silent. Silent except for your squeals.

“Damn it Dean! Pack it in!!”

“What’s it worth Y/N?”

‘I won’t kick you in your damn face you big jerk! Dean!! Oh my god please, mercy!”

The first time Dean had tickled you had been completely by accident. The two of you had been alone in the bunker, Sam having driven over to the next town to see some film that even you had turned your nose up at as being a bit too arty. Instead you’d curled up on the library couch, your favourite book in hand and a cup of coffee next to you. Dean had been giving Baby a bit of TLC but had at some point come and plonked himself down next to you, laptop and headphones to keep him occupied. Sitting there, you’d eventually stretched out, your legs draped over his lap. And then he’d gone to go get himself a beer, and his hand had brushed over your feet…

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” you’d replied, slightly muffled from where you’d clapped your hand over your mouth at the snort that brief touch had caused.

“Y/N? Is someone ticklish?”

“No! Dean… Dean!!” you yelled as he grabbed onto your feet again, long fingers causing your toes to curl as he tickled you.

After that, Dean would spend ages waiting to pounce on you. While he quickly found out your sides and back of your neck were good spots to tickle, there was nowhere better to aim for then your feet. Which led to this moment, you desperately trying to wiggle out of his hold as his right hand drew nonsense patterns on the heels of your feet and between your toes.

“Dean!! I swear if you don’t stop I’m never making you pie again!”

His hand stopped at that, but stayed hovered above your foot.

“You wouldn’t dare Y/N. You love pie almost as much as me.”

But the threat had worked and his hand slid up to curl round your waist. As your breathing got back to normal from where you’d been gasping for air against your giggles and curses, you became very aware of the fact that you were practically curled up in Dean’s lap, his arms wrapped round you and his breath hot on the side of your neck.

And as you gave one more wiggle to get out of his iron grip, you froze as your ass came into contact with…damn! Seems you weren’t the only one all hot and bothered from your little tussle. You turned your head to face him, and before you could blink you found yourself on your back, Dean kneeling between your legs.

“Y/N?”

The two of you were frozen in that moment, just waiting to see what the other would do. And then you decided. Grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down into you, lips meeting in a blazing kiss.

Your toes were curling for very different reasons that night.


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Ink my Skin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror.
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: none.

Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta! xx

Originally posted by baylee004

As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.

You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.

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Keep your arms above your head.

I’ve been a little brat.
You know damn well that I know I have been.
I’m doing it on purpose, silly.
I know it drives you insane.
I know it makes you want to pounce. Why wouldn’t I be a brat?

I see the look in your eye. I pretend I don’t, but I can see that sparkle, that “You’re screwed, little girl” look.

I finally stretch just a liiiiiittle too far, revealing my tummy and underarms, and the inner monster is released.

You pounce.

I scream.

You know just as well as I do that this is what I hoped for all along. To release the big, bad Ler in you. Your mouth curls up into a sadistic smile.

“We’re going to play a game, little girl.”

My eyes are wide and my face is flushing red.

“You’re going to listen really close, understand? I’m going to destroy you, and the entire time, you have to keep your arms above your head. No bondage. No restraints. Just keep them up. If you don’t, you’ll get it a thousand times worse. Understood?”

The inner monster really has been released. This is a game that will destroy someone as sensitive as me.

I can’t keep my arms up. It’s involuntary. I’ll squeal at the first touch and throw them down. You know this is well as I do.

You’ll give me another chance, just because you love to tease me so horribly.

“Aww is someone ticklish??”

This will destroy me.

Because not only will I get the first little pokes and prods as I pretend to be tough, but the second I lose cognitive control from the butterflies in my tummy and the joyous, uncontrolled laughter falling from my lips, those arms will be down, feebly trying to protect myself.

And that’s when the punishment begins. The flurry of scribbles and squeezes and pokes and prods. This is when I’ll beg and plead, at first for you to stop, but then, when I am thoroughly broken from fingers and feathers and brushes attacking every square inch of my body, all I’ll be able to say is one simple word.

“More.”

That’s the point of this game. You know it. I know it.

It’s not to see who can win or lose, because we both know I’m about to be wrecked.

No, it’s about that point, where I can’t get enough. Where I can’t control smiling and giggling, even when you aren’t touching me. Where I crave for more. Where my walls are completely broken down, and you can see me. The real me. No acting. Just pure, blissful laughter.

And that moment starts with a simple, blush-inducing sentence.

“Keep your arms above your head.”

(Okay this is my first writing ever so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry. Tell me what you think???)

I just want a cute girlfriend who i can cuddle with, have lazy weekends with, go on random adventures with, who i can tickle beceause she has the cutest laugh and smile in the world, who i can kiss whenever i want and who i can show of to everyone beceause she’s perfect to me and i love her so much.

Let me love someone!

Imagine your OTP- Things I've said to my SO
  • "Why the fuck are there three different rolls of paper towels??"
  • "Do we need lessons on how ziplock bags work?"
  • "Taking off my clothes takes effort. I'm sleeping on the futon."
  • "At what point if any did it cross your mind that this might be a bad idea?"
  • "TECHNOLOGY HATES ME OH MY GOD I KILLED THE MICROWAVE."
  • "Wake me up if you want something!! Seriously! Sleepy sex is awesome!"
  • "Please kill it. Preferably with fire."
  • "See, this is why we're together. No one else could handle our terrible puns."
  • "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO STAB YOURSELF OPENING YOUR ANNIVERSARY GIFT GO TO THE HOSPITAL."
  • "I love you. but I swear to you if you keep leaving lunch containers in the sink without putting soapy water in them I will kill you slowly."
  • "Dude, we're old... your brother just left with a 24-pack of bud ready to party, and we're sitting in front of the TV with Netflix and fancy cheese."
  • "These potatoes in the fridge are starting to flower... can I toss them?"
  • "Sleep is for those that haven't been struck with inspiration."
  • "I'll sleep when I'm dead."
  • "Sweetie, I appreciate the thought, but I meant A 50c PACKAGE of reeses, I didn't need the whole candy aisle."
  • "Goddamn it why are you so sweet."
  • "I just got out from babysitting and I am having my tubes tied immediately."
  • "I AM NOT CUTE GODDAMN IT I AM INTIMIDATING."
  • "Let me rephrase, I'm getting mongolian. if you'd like, you can come along, but if not, that's cool too. but I want mongolian."
  • "You bought WHAT for HOW MUCH?"
  • "I love your mother, but I almost reached across the table and wrapped my hands around her throat."
  • "Why do we even NEED more bass?"
  • "SCIENCE MOTHERFUCKER"
  • "You may want to hide the alcohol because I may die from how much and how badly I want to drink right now."
  • "Aaaack that freaks me out when you do that!!"
  • "Everything hurts and I'm dying, but I'm not pregnant this month so that's nice."
  • "STOP TICKLING ME YOU ASSHOLE I WILL NIPPLE PINCH YOU"
boxing n tom

okay but that boxing video? i’m deceased and very inspired so enjoy these 725 words of fluff. :-)


Your arms were crossed, one arm pulled out and holding a bottle of water that you had pressed against your chin. Your back was up against the wall of the gym, your eyes trailing Tom’s figure as it moved around the boxing ring. His shorts hung low on his hips; his hair bouncing slightly on his forehead with every move his body made.

You could see the muscles in his arms flex every time he would throw a punch, causing you to subconsciously bite your lower lip. A little buzzer went off and Tom threw one last punch at the pads the trainer had on his hands. His arms fell down to his sides and he shook them out, rolling his shoulders back to loosen his muscles.

You dropped your water bottle and pushed off of the wall. Your legs carried you to the ring, your fingers resting on top of the elevated mat. Tom’s back was too you as he swigged back water from his own bottle.

“Hey there, handsome,” you chirped, a radiant smile on your face. He turned around, a smile erupting on his features when he saw you.

“Darling, you’re here!” you pulled yourself up and into the ring, standing in front of him, you back now against the ropes along the perimeter. He stepped closer to you, pulling you against him by your hips. One of your hands reached up and ran a hand through his curls that were a bit damp from sweat.

You reached up your other hand, twirling his hair around your fingers. Tom let out a low chuckle. “Whatcha doing, love?” You smiled.

“Your hair looks pretty, s’all,” your fingers continued to thread through his hair, before they slid down his face and onto his biceps. You looked up and gave a bright smile, leaning in real close to his ear. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat when your lips brushed against his earlobe.

You paused for a moment before speaking, “I’m actually really tired right now.” Tom groaned, playfully pushing you off of him.

“Dammit, (Nickname), that’s not fair!” he whined, causing you to laugh. You linked your fingers together, pulling him over to you. You reached up, giving him a quick kiss.

“Sorry, sorry, I love you,” you giggled, pressing your lips against his again. Tom smiled a bit, releasing his hands from yours and running his fingertips from your hips up to your sides. He gave your sides a quick squeeze causing you to let out a little squeak and pull back from him. He let out a laugh as you gave his arm a light smack.

“You did not just tickle me,” you warned and he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. Your own eyes slightly widened as you slowly backed away and to the side from him. “Uh, uh I know that look Thomas Stanley.”

“What look?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and feigning innocence. “That look.”

He only shook his head and stretched his hands out to try and tickle you again. You let out another squeal and ducked around him, running around the small boxing ring.

“You really don’t have much space to run or hide, love,” his voice was teasing and you tried to run faster, not that it would do you much good. You felt him catch up to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly in the air. You let out a mix between a laugh and a squeal as he spun you in a circle.

“Tom, put me down,” you laughed. His fingers tickled your sides and you laughed harder, bending forward against his strong hold on your waist. You could hear his laughter directly in your ears when your back pressed against his chest again. You felt the ground beneath your feet and spun around in his arms, reaching your fingers up to play with his curls again.

“You look really pretty right now babydoll,” he said, reaching a hand up to push a piece of hair that had fallen from your ponytail, behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed and you leaned up to press your lips to his again.

“Love you, pretty boy,” you mumbled against his mouth. You could feel his smile as he mumbled back, “Love you too, pretty girl.”


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You can speak Spanish? // Jeff Atkins

Warning: fluff, like soooo much fluff

A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault


The sun was shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around, snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso, while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew you were awake. “Morning, papi chulo.” He groaned at the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.” He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone. “You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. “Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said, after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)” You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips, while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.” He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t understand them.” He whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest, biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over kissing your collarbone. “Entonces bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder blade. “Podría acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día?  (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Te amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled kissing your lips softly. “Yo también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck. “God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are the cheesy one. Pero te quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said and you smiled at his words.


You laughed and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes, now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?” You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.” Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway, suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs. Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.” Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.


After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their weekend. “Deténgase, por favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its place. “Y/N, podrías traerme una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?” Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo. (I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled, placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room. Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it, you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips. “That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when you speak Spanish.

Something There

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 871

Warnings: Fluff

Anon asked “Can you write a Bucky x reader fic where they have been best friends for ages and Bucky loves the reader (platonic) and one day they are doing something and he watches the reader smiling or laughing and it’s he realizes he is in love with her and kisses her or something fluffy please”

A/N: Some fluff to mend your broken hearts after that last request. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Originally posted by thecouplesromance

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I'm going to tease you

I’m going to tie you to chair and tease you with ALL my tickle spots. I’m going to lift up my shirt to reveal my tummy and I might just run a few fingers along it to show how ticklish it is as I say “You know, I’m feeling terribly sensitive today. In fact, I think I might go as far as to say I’m feeling a little…ticklish.” I’m then going to drag a feather aross my waist towards my hips as I giggle and squirm, watching you fight to get your hands on me.

But that would only be the start. I’m going to tease you with my legs and my feet, my underarms and my sides. I’m going to tease you more than you’ve ever been teased before. I’m going to tease you until you can no longer protest or fight back. Until you’re nothing more than blushing puddle, begging for more…

😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

***

“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.