#happy birthday squiggily!

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Not My Name (Moriarty the Patriot)

Summary: William and Sherlock are finally alone together, but before things can get exciting, they start off learning other things about each other...

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @giggly-squiggily!! SURPRISE!! >:D

Thank you for giving me a reason to stick with Tumblr, for fangirling with me about our favorite shows and ships, for giving me the courage to start posting stories again, for being there for me in my darkest moments. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I'm honored to know you, and I hope your birthday is THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!! 💖💖💖

(Side Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Moriarty the Patriot, so I gave it everything I had. I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count: 2,855

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Will didn’t typically bring strange men home from bars.

Technically speaking, he still hadn’t brought a strange man home. He’d brought home a man he knew – a man he’d wanted to get involved with for some time, if he was honest. A man Louis would absolutely kill him for bringing into their home if he found out.

Sherlock Holmes let out a snort. “You’re going to waste time with that?”

Will stopped shrugging out of his suit jacket halfway, the sleeves still on his forearms and the collar bunched around his waist. “Would you prefer I didn’t?”

“There’s no need to bother with that.” Sherlock smirked at him suggestively. “We can have plenty of fun with the clothes still on.”

“Call me a perfectionist, but I do prefer to keep my clothes tidy, Mr. Holmes.”

“Still on with that ‘Mr. Holmes’ nonsense, Professor?”

Will couldn’t help but smile at him. “For now.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and lay back on the mattress in Will’s room, groaning. “I’m literally in your bed, Liam. I think we can be on a first-name basis.”

“And yet, Liam is not my name.”

“Smartass.” Sherlock glared at him. “William.”

Sherlock Holmes saying his first name with that kind of growl did things to Will’s insides that he wasn’t sure he could stand, in the best possible way.

He hiked his suit jacket back up into its proper place, but kept it unbuttoned as he strode to the bed and leaned down so they were face-to-face. “Clothes on, you say?”

Sherlock smirked. “Yeah. Then I can do this.” The detective grabbed onto his tie and yanked him down even further, falling back on the bed so they were sprawled on top of each other.

Will gasped in surprise and braced himself on his elbows above the dark-haired man. “You’re very forward, Holmes.”

“Ah, we’ve dropped the ‘mister,’ I see.”

He kissed him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Their lips collided like they were always meant to, like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this one, perfect moment.

It didn’t take long for hands to wander – for Will to slide a hand from Sherlock’s hip to his back, trailing along his side and ribs along the way, wanting to feel him, all of him. He pulled him closer as the detective wrapped his arms around his neck, playing with the buttons on the other man’s suit jacket.

“Liam,” Sherlock groaned, pulling away, breathless.

“Not my name,” Will growled back, finally unclasping the buttons and snaking his hands inside, grasping his waist.

Sherlock tensed beneath him, and all of a sudden Will realized what was happening here. He’d taken Sherlock – Sherlock freaking Holmes – home with him after a night at the bar, and they were in his room together, and now…

Had it all been a mistake?

No, Will decided, his eyes roaming over the detective’s form briefly, mind whirring. The man hadn’t been drunk – neither of them were – and he’d consented readily to this exact scenario, even initiated it before either of them could disrobe. So why was he suddenly looking at Will with such apprehension?

“Holmes?” he said gently, carefully removing his hands from the detective’s waist.

Sherlock smirked. “What’s the matter, my lord? Nervous?”

The taunt sparked something in him, and Will pushed Sherlock down onto the mattress, and this time, seeing the other man’s wide-eyed look only spurred him onward. He loosely straddled his hips and murmured, “Nervous? I’ll show you nervous, Mr. Holmes.”

“Not my name,” Sherlock shot back, then shivered when the nobleman started trying to untuck his shirt. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle and clamped his hands down on his arms, stopping him. “N-No need for that. We can do this with our clothes on, can’t we, Liam?”

That’s when it clicked. Will felt everything fall into place, and judging by the panicked look on Sherlock’s features, the detective knew he’d figured it out, too.

“Why, Mr. Holmes,” he said in a low, teasing register, “are you ticklish?”

Sherlock let out a tiny gasp and tried pushing his hands away. “Don’t get any brilliant ideas, now—ack!”

“I deduce that you didn’t want to disrobe due to your high sensitivity, Mr. Holmes,” Will said as he casually began poking along the detective’s waistline. “Would I be correct in that assumption?”

“Bugger off,” Sherlock grumbled, trying to suppress his giggles but failing to hide a wobbly smile.

“That’s not very nice. I should teach you some proper respect for the nobility.”

Will gently grasped his sides and ribs, digging his fingers in gently but consistently, watching with elated satisfaction as the detective first let out a curse, then tried to push him off, then – failing both of those things – covered his mouth with one hand and gripped his assailant’s wrist with the other.

“I know you’re not trying to hide from me,” Will teased menacingly, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Sherlock’s hand covering his mouth. “I do have other means to get you to open up to me, as it were, Mr. Holmes.”

The look in the detective’s eyes told him he understood what he meant perfectly.

“Buhuhuhuhuhugger off,” Sherlock spat out through helpless giggles as he finally, begrudgingly uncovered his mouth, squirming on the bed beneath Will’s tickling fingers.

Will tsked. “Manners, Holmes. Whatever will I do with you?”

“Lehehehehet me go!”

“Oh, I think not, my dear.” Will grinned down at him and expertly swept up his wrists with one hand, pinning them above him on the pillows. He relished the detective’s useless struggling as he brought his free hand down to poke along his ribs.

Sherlock spasmed and let out a bark of laughter before biting his lip and going back to those adorable giggles, cheeks turning pink as he pressed his face into his arm to try and hide. “Yohohohou nohohohohoble bahahahahastard!”

“You’re not doing yourself any favors calling me names, good sir.”

“Haah!” Sherlock gasped, arching his back as Will darted down to squeeze his hips. “You ahahahahahass! Stohohohohop alreheheheheady!”

William merely smiled at him, digging his fingertips into various ticklish spots sporadically – waist, belly, sides, ribs – gaining a new sound for each new location. He soaked them up eagerly, wanting to learn them all, memorize every spot that got Sherlock giggling and cursing and demanding that he stop.

But more than that, he wanted to find the spot that would make him absolutely crumble.

“Ahahahahahare you sahahahahatisfied yehehehet?!” Sherlock snapped through high-pitched cackles as the blonde reached back to squeeze his thigh, kicking his legs out into the open air as he struggled.

Will smirked. “Not in the slightest.”

“Nohohohohoble jeheheherk – ahahahahaha!” The detective tossed his head back and fought off a shriek when his assailant returned to his ribs. “You’ll wahahahahahake the hohohohohouse, Liam!”

“I have ways of taking care of your noise if it comes to that, my dear Holmes.”

Sherlock’s cheeks turned pink, though he didn’t appear flustered in the slightest. Well, not from the suggestion, anyway. “Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho already, you ahahahahahasshole!”

“Not my name.” Will shifted his grip on Sherlock’s wrists and finally tried the spot that had been calling to him from nearly the beginning. He scribbled lightly in the detective’s open underarm, and oh, the reaction he got.

Sherlock bucked his hips and let out a screech, frantically trying to hide his face in his arm. “Yohohohohou fuhuhuhuhuck! I’ll wahahahahahake everyone up – dohohohohohohon’t!”

“Aha, the first display of submission,” William chuckled. “What would happen if I were to tickle just a bit harder, hmm, Mr. Holmes?”

“Nohohohohot my nahahahahame, you – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

William switched from light scribbling to purposeful digging, and Sherlock arched and thrashed and laughed beneath him, finally losing his defiance as he dissolved into helpless hysterics.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, LIAM!!”

Will chuckled. “Not my name~”

“I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE HOHOHOHOHOUSE!!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“SAHAHAHAHADISTIC BAHAHAHAHASTARD – NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

William let go of his wrists to dive into both underarms at once, tickling ruthlessly, enjoying Sherlock’s openly laughing face and pink cheeks; the way his hands flew down to grasp his shoulders and try to shove him away with no success whatsoever.

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUGGER OFF, LIAM!! LIHIHIHIHIHIAM!!”

Will took the opportunity to get right up in his personal space, lips brushing his ear as he murmured, “Not. My. Name.”

“WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILLIAM!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEASE!!” Sherlock finally submitted, legs kicking wildly as he laughed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, WILLIAM!!”

Will finally showed him mercy and stopped, smirking with satisfaction as the detective flopped back onto the bed in a breathless heap, still giggling out leftovers as he covered his eyes with one arm and rasped, “That was the worst…”

“Terribly sorry, Holmes. I couldn’t resist,” Will replied, sounding not at all sorry. His heart was racing both from the exertion and from hearing his name tumbling from Sherlock’s lips so frantically like that. The extra noise had been so worth it.

“Bugger,” Sherlock muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to catch his breath.

“You like to use that word a lot, don’t you, Holmes?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Not my name.”

Suddenly Will’s world was spinning in a blur of motion and tangled limbs. By the time everything had settled it still took him a moment to realize their positions had been flipped and he was now the one on his back with the detective looming over him triumphantly.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce what was about to happen.

Will was giggling even before Sherlock cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers teasingly.

“Oho? What’s this?” The detective smirked. “Were you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’d tickle you, too?”

“Nohohoho,” Will protested honestly even as the other man started scribbling along his ribs. “I swehehehehear, I dihihihidn’t!”

“Then why do you seem so eager for me to retaliate?”

“Antihihihicipahahahation!”

Sherlock hummed, scanning him with his eyes much in the way Will had at the beginning of the night, making his own conclusions. “Anticipation, hmm? Then what happens if I do this?”

Will’s wrists were pinned together above his head exactly the way Sherlock’s had been just moments before, leaving him no choice but to look up at the detective’s smug features as he used his free hand to wiggle one single finger right in front of his face, gradually moving it closer and closer to his now exposed ribs.

The blonde couldn’t help his reaction; he whined and giggled even though the man wasn’t touching him yet, squirming and shivering the closer he got to touching down. He swore he could feel the ghost of that finger on him already, and he squealed.

Sherlock burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “I’m not even touching you and you’re giggling like a little girl!”

“Plehehehehehease!” Will begged, blushing furiously. “Juhuhuhuhust do it alreheheheheady!”

“Hah! If my lord commands it,” he said, then drilled all five fingers into his ribs at once.

William tossed his head back and shrieked with giggles, doing his best to keep his voice down even as he squirmed, noise after noise being forcefully pulled from his lips. He both loved and hated the way Sherlock was looking at him now, with that triumphant smirk and knowing glint in his eyes.

“You like this, don’t you, Liam?” he teased. “Oh, I’m sorry, William.”

He’d never tried to hide it. Truly, it was impossible to, especially once he got into this position. Will nodded as he cackled, his body reacting on its own even though he wanted nothing more than to stay put and take it.

Sherlock’s responding hum sent shivers down his spine. “Hmm…then what if I were to…?”

The pressure on his wrists lifted, leaving a chill behind that made it clear he’d been released from Sherlock’s grip. Still, he didn’t bring his arms down to stop him. He simply lay there and let out whiny giggles that clearly conveyed how much he was both enjoying and embarrassed by this moment.

“Ooh, interesting,” the detective chuckled, shifting his weight on Will’s hips while simultaneously darting his hands down to squeeze his sides. “What about here – aha! Must be a good spot, eh, Liam?”

Will couldn’t even reply; his giggling shifted into laughter as his arms flew down of their own accord, gripping Sherlock’s wrists loosely. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

“Oh? Please what?”

“Juhuhuhust – plehehehehehease, Hohohohoholmes!”

Sherlock smirked. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you so bad, you could have just asked. No need to come after me first.”

“I dihihihihihidn’t—! It’s nohohohohot lihihihihihike thahahahahahat!” Will arched his back when the detective found a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves along his sides closer to his belly, one hand flying up to cover his mouth.

For a short while, Sherlock contented himself with getting his revenge, tickling all over the blonde’s torso and even reaching back to squeeze his thigh like Will had done to him, but for all of his exploration, he couldn’t seem to find a spot that was particularly ticklish over the others. He hummed, shrugged, and ultimately decided the man must not be overly ticklish like he was. Must be why he liked being tickled – it didn’t wreck his nervous system like it did for Sherlock.

“Now,” the detective murmured after a few minutes of easy tickling, leaning down to withdraw Will’s hand from his mouth and kiss him. “Since we’re already in this position, shall I take the lead?”

Will let out a few extra giggles as he caught his breath and nodded, happy to let the detective do as he pleased with him. He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, after all. He’d take anything he could get.

Sherlock kissed him with a low growl, and Will wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the detective’s kiss grew more and more heated. A hand that had been resting on his side post-tickling slipped around to trail up his spine, pulling him closer—

Will let out a loud gasp and arched into him, away from his touch. For a moment Sherlock seemed confused, the wheels in his head obviously trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong, but then…

It clicked.

Will was giggling again, but with an added bonus this time – begging. “W-Wait, plehehehease wait, Holmes—”

Sherlock flashed him a wicked grin, and Will knew he was screwed.

“Not my name,” he said, then used one arm to hold him close in a hug trap while his opposite hand dragged fingers from the top of his spine to the base of it, and the blonde completely lost his mind.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Will screeched, unable even to cover his mouth in this awkward position. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, HOHOHOHOLMES – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Quiet, Liam,” Sherlock teased into his ear, wrapping his legs around him as well to keep him fully immobile. “You’ll wake the house~”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, HOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door, followed by Louis’ voice. “William! What’s going on? Why are you…laughing?”

“Not to worry, my lord!” Sherlock called on Will’s behalf as the blonde dissolved into silent hysterics as he clawed at the space between his shoulder blades. “He’s in excellent hands! Aren’t you, Liam?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Is…is that…Sherlock Holmes in there with you?” Louis’ incredulous voice came from outside. The doorknob rattled but didn’t give; thank goodness Will had locked it behind them.

Will knew he had to speak up, or this could end very poorly. He tried to shoot Sherlock a “stop for a minute!” look, but the detective merely grinned at him and kept tickling, forcing him to laugh-shout, “I’M ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, LOHOHOHOHOUIS!! I PROHOHOHOMISE – SHIHIHIHIT!!”

Sherlock giggled against his neck as he bit his earlobe again. “Now who needs to learn manners, my lord?”

Louis was quiet for so long Will was sure he’d left, but then his voice called out one last time, “You have some explaining to do in the morning, brother!”

Will didn’t even try to reply; he was gasping for breath laughing so hard at this point, Sherlock’s expert violinist fingers teasing and tickling his spine like a pro – and when had he gotten under his shirt to wiggle against his bare skin?!

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, HOHOHOHOHOHOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T—”

Sherlock bit his ear again gently and whispered, “Not my name~”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA SHEHEHEHEHEHERLOHOHOHOHOCK!! SHEHEHEHERL-EEEEEEEE!!!”

“Sherly?!” Sherlock laughed along with him as he drilled into the base of his spine and the top of it simultaneously while still biting and kissing his ears. “That’s brilliant, Liam! Please do call me that again.”

William was going to die like this – trapped and tickled and made to scream by Sherlock freaking Holmes, of all people. It would be a gruesome, tickly death, and decades from now when he was nothing but bones archeologists would wonder why his skeleton was smiling so big.

But for now, he didn’t care about any of that.

Sherlock Holmes was in his room. Louis had already figured it out. There was no need to hide anymore.

He gave in and let the detective do as he pleased with him all night long.

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW🤭🤭

AHHH HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY FRIEND! :D I hope tomorrow is an amazing day for you! :D

[myreygn]

All's well that ends well

summary: Bachira is on a pranking rampage and Chigiri is collateral damage. That wouldn't be such a big deal if the day couldn't have gotten any worse already, but luckily Kunigami is there to get everything back on track.

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @giggly-squiggily AGAIN HERE IS YOUR BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT! i'm hitting myself hard for not getting this out sooner but it's here now and i hope you like it! stay wonderful and next year i'll try the whole being on time things again <3

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Practice was going great. At least Kunigami kept telling himself that over and over again, although believing it got harder with every missed pass, every flunked goal shot and every frustrated groan behind his back. They were all kinda off today and if it had just been that, he wouldn’t have minded as much. Of course having a bad day was annoying, especially when it seemed to be contagious to everyone else as well, but bad days were normal and they could easily be fixed by a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.

However, it wasn’t just a bad day. In fact, Bachira was having a great day. Apparently their dribbler had had a clown for breakfast and it showed; so far he had swapped Igarashi’s clothes with Iemon’s, put toothpaste under the door knob for Naruhaya to grab into, changed Gagamaru’s alarm to a death metal version of Baby Shark, and tied Raichi’s shoelaces together, twice. He was on a roll and while everyone was certainly on their toes, Bachira had yet to go on their very last nerve. Emphasis on yet.

A startled yelp caught his attention and Kunigami didn’t even bother watching as the ball flew past the goal, turning around instead. Chigiri held a bottle in his hand, the front of his shirt and his chin drenched in water. Looking a little closer, Kunigami saw that the lid had been unscrewed. Their resident team princess was apparently the newest victim of Bachira’s prank spree and he was not having it. Oh yeah, practice was going amazing.

“What the hell, Bachira!”

“Sorry, sorry! I thought this was Isagi’s!” In Bachira’s defense, he did seem shocked. Kunigami didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth; Chigiri’s day had started off badly enough with his hair do loosening every ten minutes and after he had literally tripped over his own feet during warm up, face planting into the field at full speed, the team had unanimously decided to just leave him alone for the time being. And Bachira would never purposefully make a bad day worse, they all knew that. Unfortunately, Chigiri seemed to have forgotten about that in his annoyance.

“Amazing, thanks, that’ll definitely dry my clothes.”

“I know it won’t, I just-”

“You just wanted to test my patience, I get it! Because my day went so great up until now!”

“Chichi, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah well, you did! And don’t call me that!” The redhead’s glare made Kunigami go weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at him. “If you stopped playing these stupid pranks, shit like this wouldn’t happen! You’re not funny, just cut the crap already!”

“Woah, hey!” Isagi took a step forward as if to shield Bachira. “Chigiri-”, but Chigiri had already grabbed his things and stormed off.

The silence in the hall dragged on for an uncomfortable five seconds before Gagamaru softly cleared his throat. “Let’s call it a day. Bachira, do you, uh…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but the dribbler turned away before any of them could comment on his quivering lip. “Sorry, I’ll just… I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit. Sorry, really.”

With that he was out the door and the rest of the team exchanged glances, then Isagi nodded slightly and quickly got up to go after Bachira. Iemon jumped upright as well, shooing his teammates away. “Alright, go and hit the showers, you reek!” The boys gathered their things and upon one last exchange of glances, Kunigami slipped out of the room to go and look for Chigiri.

—

He found the princess in the recording room, sitting in the corner that was the farthest away from the door, curled up with his head buried in his arms and just seeming overall miserable. On second glance, Kunigami noticed his shoulders shaking ever so slightly and he even caught a sniffle. Alright, approach with caution.

“Hey.” He quietly closed the door after himself, making the screens’ bluish shine the only source of light in the room, and carefully stepped closer. “Is this seat taken?”

Nothing, not even a huff of reluctant amusement and Kunigami felt himself deflate a little. Dumb jokes like this usually made Chigiri downright cackle, he had to be really upset if he wasn’t even gonna acknowledge it. Still, he also showed no signs of wanting to be left alone, so Kunigami sat down next to him, not touching him yet. “So… that was not excellent.”

No answer. The hero frantically tried to think of something to say that would get through to his friend when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but… “Are you in pain?”

A shivery breath was the only response he got, but he wasn’t just gonna drop this. Kunigami sat up straighter and put his hand on Chigiri’s which had tightened its grip on his bad knee. “Hey, Chigiri, look at me. If you’re in pain, you need to tell me.”

The most anxiety-inducing three seconds of his life later, the smaller boy finally lifted his head and relaxed his hand a little. “I’m not hurt.” Despite the tear stains on his face, Kunigami felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then Chigiri looked down again. “I was just scared I would be.”

Kunigami felt his heart clench a little at the quietness of his voice, but at least he was talking to him now. “What do you mean?”

“I was scared it’d start to hurt after I fell.” The redhead wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Kunigami couldn’t help but feel a little good at Chigiri letting his guard down around him like that. “My knee is fine, I just… the entire time I kept thinking ‘What if it isn’t?’ and I got really anxious and I guess I kinda…”

Chigiri let the sentence trail off to silence and Kunigami nodded slightly. “You were tense and the thing with the water bottle was just the last drop.” That got him a quiet huff - still well below the average reaction, but he wasn’t gonna complain. A win was a win, however small. Next step. “That wasn’t okay, you realize that, right? I mean, I get it, but Bachira didn’t target you on purpose. And I think what you said really took a toll on him.”

Chigiri’s expression morphed into some kind of mortified guilt and Kunigami quickly put an arm around him, pulling him a little closer in the process. God, he was tense. “Isagi went after him, don’t worry. You obviously feel awful about this, I didn’t mean to make it worse, sorry. Just go apologize, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, drying the last remaining tears. “I wanted to do that anyway… I wanted to take back everything as soon as I left, but then I had to cry and I went here to calm down, but then it just got worse being all alone, and… thank you for coming, really.”

Kunigami smiled, softly caressing his teammate’s back. “Anytime, princess.”

“Shut up.” Chigiri flashed him a weak smile and sat up straight, stretching his arms. “Guess I should go apologize.”

“Oh no, not yet.”

“Huh? Why d- ehehehehey!”

Kunigami’s smile turned into a smirk at the way Chigiri immediately curled into himself as soon as he felt the fingers on his ribs, pressing his arms to his side and trying in vain to get away, but the taller boy just wrapped his free arm around him and pulled him back, not stopping the soft tickling of his ribs for even a moment. “You wanted to calm down first, didn’t you? You’re still as stiff as a poker, I can’t let you face Bachira like that.”

“Whahahahat dohohoes thahahahat hahahave toho dohoho wihihith tihihicklihihing mehehehe- aehehehe heheheherohoho!”

“Yes, princess?” He wormed his fingers under Chigiri’s arm and almost let out a giggle himself at the squeal that got him. He was careful not to be too rough however; he wanted Chigiri to relax, not perish. “Something the matter?”

“Yohohohou’re ahahaha jeheheherk, thahahahat’s the mahahahatter!”

“Tsk.” Kunigami gripped him a bit tighter and softly grazed a single finger over his knee, causing Chigiri to shriek and kick out. “I come here to cheer you up and this is the thanks I get? Such disrespect?”

“Kuhuhuhunihi, nahahaht thehehehe! Ihihihit tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuhuch!”

“That’s because you’re too ticklish, my lady.” Another soft scratch to the knee and Chigiri threw his head back, full on cackling now. “I’m barely touching you.”

“AEHEHE- heheherohoho, plehehehease!”

“Alright, alright.” Kunigami chuckled softly and released his teammate, softly wiping a laughing tear away with his thumb and caressing his back to help through the after-giggles. The tension had faded. Mission accomplished. “You good?”

“Yeheah… mahan, you suck.” Chigiri shook his head with a smile, then grabbed Kunigami’s extended hand to stand up with him. “Thanks again.”

“Of course. Now come on, let’s go. Make everything right again.”

—

Making everything right again was often a task easier said than done.

When they entered the room, Kunigami’s gaze immediately fell on Bachira’s futon. The dribbler said there with his legs crossed, slumped over and fiddling with his hands, not even looking up when the door opened. The ginger felt Chigiri tense next to him and he gently squeezed his hand, mouthing ‘You can do this’ at him when he was met with an anxious glance.

Chigiri took a deep breath and walked over to his friend slowly, then kneeled down in front of him on the floor. “Bachira? Can I talk to you?”

The dribbler looked up and expectantly examined the redhead, but he didn’t say a word. Kunigami felt himself grow slightly anxious now as well and he looked over to Isagi who was… smiling softly? Seeming relaxed? Curious. The ginger decided to just let things progress.

Chigiri didn’t catch the ease with which Isagi watched the scene. He was entirely focused on Bachira when he nervously grasped onto his shirt and began to speak. “I’m really sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, I was just… I was feeling stressed and scared because of the fall and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, especially when you didn’t do it on purpose, which, I- I know you didn’t, I shouldn’t have accused you of that, that was a shitty thing to do. Everything I did was shitty, I’m really really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Bachira tilted his head and just sat there for a few seconds, then a smile began tugging at his lips. “You’re lovely, thank you.” He put a hand on Chigiri’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry for getting you caught in the crossfire, I might’ve gone a little overboard with all the pranks today. Forgive me too?”

“Of course!” 

Kunigami smiled softly when Bachira pulled Chigiri in for a hug and the redhead relaxed visibly. A look over to Isagi however showed him a mischievous little smirk on his lips and a realization dawned on him. This was still Bachira. Before he could warn Chigiri, the dribbler began speaking again.

“There’s one last thing though…”

Confusion showed itself on Chigiri’s face. “What thing?”

“Revenge.”

“What are you- wait, waitwaitwait, not agahahAHAHAHAIN-”

“Again? So Kunigami got his turn already?” Bachira grinned and grabbed Chigiri’s wrist, pulling it to the side for better access to his armpit. “Then it would be unfair to deny me mine, don’t you think, Chichi?”

Kunigami couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly and he turned away to make himself comfortable on his futon. All’s well that ends well, he could let this go on for a little longer.

[thatbigbisexual29]

Play with us, Papa Rei! (Buddy Daddies)

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU! WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY TO WE CAN PARTY TOO HEY! Ayooooo happy birthday to my dearest and bestest friend on this site, @giggly-squiggily !!!!!!!! Gonna be honest, I had this one saved and unfinished in my drafts and thought "She would love this!" so HERE WE ARE!!!!! Like I said in a message before, I'm super glad to have you as a friend! I truly appreciate you and your friendship, you've even inspired me to post some of my own fics! (Which was not as scary as I thought it would be XD Sorry this is a bit late, but I hope you enjoy it! This one is for you :3 And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

The days when Miri was home from school were probably the most eventful days Rei’s ever experienced in his life. She was such a wild bundle of energy that he could barely keep up sometimes. Thank god Kazuki was there to help out. Even though he barely acknowledged it or said anything, he genuinely loved and appreciated the help the older man gave. And now was no different. She asked, no, demanded that the two build her a massive pillow fort to her liking. And since they couldn’t say no to her cute face, they got to work. Soon enough, all the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets in the house had been used to make a, quite honestly, impressive pillow fort in their living room. And Miri was so overjoyed.

“Thank you Papa Rei! Thank you Papa Kazuki!” she squealed, diving into the opening. Kazuki momentarily panicked as she jumped in with no caution for the structure of the fort! But, he soon relaxed as he saw their girl laughing happily.

“Papas! You need to come in here!” she claimed, grabbing Kazuki by the wrist and pulling him in, giggling loudly at his grunt of surprise. He chuckled and cuddled close to her, making her laugh even more.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Miri! I was afraid I would go cold and hungry this night, but you have saved me! How can I ever repay you??” The blonde man played up, relishing in his daughter’s squeals. Rei lifted up the blanket entrance and watched them, the slightest smile on his lips. He was proud of this. It wasn’t a shabby job, at least not to him, and Rei knew he was going to be invited in by both Miri and Kazuki. As comfy as the inside looked, it would probably heat up real quick. Not to mention he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. So he dropped the blanket curtain and attempted to make his leave.

“Papa Rei, wait!” Miri cried, poking her head from the fort. Rei sighed. Busted. “You need to play with Papa Kazuki and me in the fort! Pleeeeeeeeease???”

“Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease Papa Rei?~” Kazuki also poked his head from the blanket, smirking and egging the former assassin on. With a quiet groan, Rei obeyed their orders and crawled into the space with cheers from the two invitees.

“So! What are we gonna do now, Miri?” Kazuki asked, a big grin on his face. With a starry-eyed look, she ran out the fort yelling behind her, “Let me get my things!” Rei glared at Kazuki, mentally cursing him out for the fate the younger man just exposed them to. The little girl rushed back with an armful of bright hair clips that immediately made the men cringe.

“Let me do your hair Papas!” she asked loudly. And it was less of an ask and phrased more like ‘I’m going to do your hair whether you like it or not.’ Kazuki, of course, didn’t mind. Rei was against this idea entirely. But, like always, he couldn’t say no. Kazuki was first and mixed in with sitting still for Miri to finish his hair, he also had to keep Rei from escaping constantly. After Miri was done making Kazuki a “pretty lady” (Rei chuckled at that), it was Rei’s turn to have all the attention on him. Miri held up a bunch of sparkly bows that she could put in Rei’s hair. The man sat still for several moments as he took in the sight of the bows… then he raced for the exit.

“Wh- REI GET BACK HERE!!!” Kazuki exclaimed, grabbing the former assassin around the waist and falling to the floor with him. “If I have to put silly bows in my hair, then you do too!”

“Never!” Rei shouted as he reached for the door, so close to the outside! Then, Rei felt a poke to his armpit that made him shoot his arm down with a squeak. He turned to look at Miri, who poured angrily yet adorably at the man.

“Papa Rei!” she fussed. “You promised you would play with us! Good daddies don’t make bad promises!”

Kazuki grinned immediately while Rei furrowed his brows with guilt. She was right. He had promised. But then again, that was when he had gotten home from a long day and was half asleep. It technically didn’t count! But he couldn’t let her down… it’s decided then. He will play with his family! … That doesn’t mean he won’t be hard to get though!

“If you tell Papa Kazuki to let me go…” he looked at Miri with a mischievous half-grin. “I’ll tell you where he hides his chocolate pudding!”

Miri gasped excitedly while Kazuki made sounds of betrayal.

“Rei!!! You can’t just do that to me! And Miri! Don’t even think of switching sides! We’re putting bows in his hair whether he likes it or not!” Kazuki declared as he now wrapped his arms around Rei’s chest to keep him in place.

“But Papa Kazukiiiii! I want chocolate pudding!” Miri whined. Rei struggled in Kazuki’s grip, he was stronger than he remembered, as he kept his grin. The pair knew she would start helping Rei as soon as she could. To get her back on track, Kazuki reached out one hand and quickly scribbled his fingers against her belly. Miri squealed with laughter and backed away, holding her tummy as she giggled.

“This is no time for chocolate pudding, Miri! We have to-” Kazuki paused. An idea formed in his head. Rei acted as if he’d read Kazuki’s mind because they made eye contact and the former assassin shook his head feverishly.

“Kazuki, no!” Rei said in a hushed panic. Kazuki only grinned evilly.

“Kazuki yes!! Miri, help tickle Papa Rei!” Kazuki quickly sat on Rei’s thighs as he forced his arms above his head. Huh, he was faster than Rei remembered too.

“Will I get-?” Miri began before Kazuki shouted, “YES you’ll get chocolate pudding!”

“Weeeeee!” Miri squealed as she ran over. Kazuki already started on scratching over Rei’s ribs, giggling at how Rei immediately squeaked at the touch. The former assassin pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks in an effort to keep the laughter in. Miri, who began repeatedly poking his side, laughed at his funny face.

“Hahaha! Papa Rei’s making a pooping face!” Miri exclaimed. Kazuki immediately started laughing at her declaration, as he found it hysterically accurate. And with the combination of Miri’s joke, their combined laughter, and the hands tickling over his ribs and sides, tipped the scales a lot quicker than anyone anticipated. Rei started giggling and quietly laughing with his family.

“Aha!” Kazuki barked as he caught these adorable sounds. “Hear that, Miri? He’s laughing! We’re one step closer to getting him to surrender!”

Miri squealed happily and began to use both her hands to poke Rei’s sides, all the while she chanted the words ‘chocolate pudding’ over and over again. Rei shook his head back and forth with glee, smiling wide and freely as Kazuki turned his hand into a claw and vibrated them in between his ribs.

“Khehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Sttthhahahahahahahap! Get off mehehehehehehe! M-Mirihihihihihi, quihihihihihihit it! Kahahazukihihi, knock it ohohohohoff!” Rei wheezed with laughter as he addressed the man above him and the girl beside him. He rocked his torso back and forth as the two continued to tickle the former assassin silly.

“Papa Kazuki! Let’s get his tummy!” Miri said. Kazuki gasped with delight as Rei groaned in despair.

“That’s a great idea Miri!” Kazuki said as he shoved Rei’s shirt up to his neck. Rei continued to shake his head no, but his smile didn’t leave his face at all. “Alright, Miri! Should we do raspberries or nibbles?”

Rei’s eyes shot wide open at the question and he tried to sit up and pull his hands away. Miri placed her finger to her chin and pondered, humming in thought. Rei tried hard to yank his wrists from Kazuki’s hand, but that bastard just kept him still using his other hand! Rei growled at him and Kazuki stuck out his tongue.

“Raspberries!” was Miri’s decision.

“Raspberries it is then! You ready, Rei?~” Kazuki cooed at his partner, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Rei attempted to scowl at the blonde, but his wavering smile would not leave his features. Then he jerked and barked out a laugh as Miri blew a raspberry on the former assassin’s side. Miri giggled hysterically at his reaction.

“That’s not funny Miri!” Rei fussed, blushing like no one’s business. Kazuki and Miri began laughing again.

“Of course it is, Rei!” Kazuki exclaimed. He was next to dip his head down to Rei’s smooth belly and blow a torturous raspberry.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohokay- ohokay. Thahat’s enough. That’s enoHOHAHAHAHAHAF! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Ehehehehehehehehehe! C-C’mohohon! Youhu guys!” Rei tried to argue, but he was interrupted by the two taking turns and blowing raspberries until his wheezy laughter turned silent.

After one final raspberry from Kazuki, the blonde man let go of the former assassin and scooped Miri in his lap so they could give him a break. The younger man immediately curled up after being let go and panted, still giggly after the whole ordeal. Miri covered her mouth and giggled with him while Kazuki took in the sights and sounds fondly.

“So,” he started, “you gonna actually play with us now?”

Rei peeked his eye open and looked at the two, noticing how big Miri’s eyes were, hopeful that he’d say yes. Rei just chuckled and pat her head.

“Yeah, I’ll play.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!” Miri squealed at the top of her lungs. She wiggled out of Kazuki’s grip and jumped onto Rei’s arm, flopping over him and laughing while he grunted. The older man growled in a playful manner and caught the little girl in his arms.

“I’m gonna eat you!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into her ear, lightly nibbling it and making the girl squeal and laugh like no tomorrow. Kazuki  leaned his head on his knee and watched on lovingly, thinking that his life couldn’t get better than this. In truth, it could, especially when he saw their reactions to pulling out three cups of chocolate pudding.

Happy Birthday, Rei, he thought.

[magma-queen]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! (Assuming I got the date right hehe) I bring you Hardenshipping on your special day!

I decided to make it silly and have them falling asleep while watching a movie. When I tell you it took everything in me not to put “Shark Daddy” on Archie’s sweather- 💀 (it’s on the back shhhh) Anywho- I hope your having an amazing day today and I’m sending you all my love!

OH MY GOD I’M SORRY I’M JUST NOW SEEING THIS-

THANK YOU @giggly-squiggily you didn’t have to do this! This is beautiful 😭😭 thank you for the birthday wishes, love! ❤️💙❤️💙

[giggly-squiggily]

Holy shit bestie it’s Kiyo day

I was randomly scrolling through my phone and JUST realized today was his birthday

Anyways hbd to my first comfort character

BWNSNNWSMWMSNMS YESH! Happy birthday to the boy, Korekiyo! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[giggly-squiggily]

Happy birthday! You're such a kind and sweet person, I hope the year treats you with the love you deserve 🥰

Oh my! Thank you so much friend! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I appreciate it very much! Thank you for always being a delight to hear from and the amazing person you are! 💖💖💖

[giggly-squiggily]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW GYOMEI B-DAY ART?? ITS SO CUTE I’M IN LOVE❤️❤️😭😭😭

Source of the image

AHHH I FOUND IT!!! IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GAWD!!!!

Happy birthday to our favorite Stone man! :D

[giggly-squiggily]

SQUIGGILY! I need some help. I want to do something special on tumblr for my birthday, but I have no idea what to do. Any ideas?

I’ve gotcha, Mona!

First of all- happy early birthday! 🥰🥰🥰 I hope when the day comes you have a magical day!

As for what to do- it depends on you! It’s your day, so whatever feels best will work out great :3 For me- I like to do a little self-indulgence on my birthday- a reader insert with characters I’m head over heels in love with or art of characters I really love- so that’s always an option :3

If you’re looking for of a community event- sentence starters, dabbles, maybe a giveaway or an art piece or writing piece could be fun :3 Those are just a few ideas- ultimately whatever you wanna do I support you and your day!

Thanks for asking!

[giggly-squiggily]

Squiggly I turn 18 today! Also I recently got tkls from my ex (she and I are on great terms so it wasn’t weird or anything like that), there’s a story to tell if you’re interested. I hope you’ve been doing okay!

-♠️

AHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! Happy 18th birthday! Here's to a great year and an even greater 2023!

Sure! As long as your comfortable sharing, I'd gladly love to hear your story! :D

[giggly-squiggily]

It's your birthday!? Omg I hope you have an amazing day!! Your posts always make me smile and I hope you get to smile just as big on your name day!

You have been and continue to be such a force for good and positivity in this community, thank you for all that you do! I hope you really take the time to celebrate yourself today, you deserve it 🥰

Thank you all so much! I may have cried while reading all of these as you all are so, so sweet! Forgive me for grouping them all together- I'm a broken record when I get mushy so I'll spare y'all the deja vu hehe~

(Also death and grief mentioned beneath the cut but the summary of my mush is I appreciate you all so much. Thank you a hundred times over for making today and every year here feel special for me. <3)

This year has been a difficult one, especially these past few months after I lost my dad. I won't lie and say I wasn't dreading today because of that- I was scared I'd wake up and just wanna cry cause he's gone and I won't get to hear him say "Happy Birthday!" to me, you know? I also won't lie and say I didn't cry thinking about that (but it's my party and I'll cry if I want to, hehe. I make dumb jokes to cope.)

I'm okay though- and I'm coming to peace with it all. I just wanted to say that y'alls messages and gifs and overall loveliness has really helped me get through what I was dreading to be a difficult day. I can say with some comfort that thinking about my dad brings more happiness than tears now, and I know he wouldn't want me drowning in misery on my birthday, so I'm doing what he would want and making today a good one! Thank you all so much for helping me achieve that goal. I appreciate you all so very much.

Now- I shall go have ice cream cake in the dead of winter and rewatch the entirety of Spy x Family cause I'm what? Squiggily, hehe~ Thank you all so much again and keep being your incredible selves!

[giggly-squiggily]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIGGILY! 🥳🎉🎂

WAHH Y'ALL ARE BEYOND SWEET!!! Thank you so, so much! I appreciate the kind words and birthday wishes! <3

[intheticklecloset]

Wizard's Prize (Black Clover)

Summary: Yuno and Leopold are having a sparring match, and the winner gets to claim his prize. ^^

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @giggly-squiggily!!! :D

This is my first full fic for Black Clover, and I'll be honest, I totally used your YunLeo fics to get an idea of how to write for them because I'm still yet a newbie to the series, but hopefully it turned out cute and fluffy even if I didn't get the characters quite right. I know you really like YunLeo so I decided to give it a shot for your special day! I hope you enjoy it, friend! And I hope you have an AMAZING birthday!! <3

Word Count: 914

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“Your attempts are futile!” Leopold laughed victoriously, reaching a hand out to hover over his Grimoire, ready to power up another attack.

Yuno couldn’t help but smirk back at him. “Says the man who still hasn’t managed to knock me off my feet yet.”

The two of them had been battling each other for fun for several minutes, the goal being for one of them to literally sweep the other off their feet. The victor was allowed to choose whatever prize they wanted. So far they were evenly matched.

“Oh yeah? Take this!” Leo shouted, sending a blast of flames roaring toward his sparring partner, intending to burn away the grass at his feet and make him stumble back enough to fall.

Unbothered, Yuno countered with a strong blast of wind magic that sucked the air out of Leo’s flames, squelching them almost instantly. Peace settled between them yet again, but not for long.

“My turn,” Yuno said, calling up his most powerful attack yet – a mini tornado that spun straight toward the redhead.

Thinking fast, Leo summoned a wall of flames, using the few extra seconds it bought him to book it while his dark-haired opponent couldn’t see him. By the time both the fire and the tornado had dissipated, the young Vermillion was in an entirely different location.

Yuno had to hand it to him, he was impressed.

“Sneaky,” he said, smirking.

“All right – my turn!” Leo once again attempted to burn away the ground at Yuno’s feet, using a faster and more direct burst of flames, trying to outrun him. This time, Yuno retaliated by summoning a cloud chariot to help him hover just above the reach of the fire, rubbing salt in the wound. Leo growled in frustration.

Yuno’s smirk became a grin. “Please. The same trick twice in a row? You’re getting desperate, Leopold.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Of course. But it’s my turn now.”

What happened next was so fast Leo couldn’t even register it until he was already lying flat on the ground, staring up at the clouds and the bright blue sky. He blinked several times. “What…?”

“You were so prepared for another wind magic attack that you left yourself open to physical ones,” Yuno chuckled, swinging a leg over to straddle his waist, staring down at him victoriously. “I rushed you before you could brace yourself.”

“But…that’s cheating!” Leo cried, his mind finally catching up to the brief image he’d had of Yuno flying straight for him moments ago. Now he glared up at the brunette. “You sneaky little wizard!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. And we never specified beforehand that we could only use magic against each other, so I’m sorry to say there was no cheating. Just an honest butt-kicking.”

Leo flushed, embarrassed but also finally registering the fact that Yuno was sitting on him now, keeping him pinned in place. “W-Well? What’s your prize then, hotshot?”

Yuno hummed, eyes roaming up and down Leo’s frame, only making the redhead blush even more. “Let’s see…how about…?”

“WAH!! Hehehehehey, wait!” Leo screeched in surprise, clamping his arms down protectively when Yuno began wiggling his fingers into his ribs. “Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!”

“I think I’d like to tickle you. That’ll be my prize,” Yuno replied, eyes softening as he continued putting pressure on Leo’s torso, making him snicker and squirm. “You’re pretty sensitive, huh?”

“Buhuhuhuhut—! Aiehehahahahaha wahahahahait! No fahahahahahair!”

“Victor claims their prize, remember? You said it yourself.”

“I dihihihihidn’t think you’d tihihihihickle me! Y-Yuhuhuhuhuno!”

“I do know. That’s why I’m doing it.”

“You jeheheheheherk, I was sahahahahaying your nahahahahame!” Leo tossed his head back and cackled freely, digging his heels into the grass, trying to relieve some of the ticklish sensations shooting up and down his body.

Yuno just smiled and kept tickling him, dancing his fingers up and down his ribs and sides, into his underarms, up to his neck, all of it making the redheaded boy squeal and laugh and writhe on the ground, pleading for mercy. It was music to his ears.

“You’re so cute,” the dark-haired man murmured, dragging his fingers down to Leo’s stomach.

Leopold arched his back off the ground and yelled, quickly crumpling right back down again as harder laughter bubbled out of his chest, hands flailing uselessly. “NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Oh?” Yuno teased, reaching one hand under his clothes to get at the bare skin beneath. “Got a ticklish tummy, Leopold?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA YUNOHOHOHOHO!!” Leo shrieked, desperately trying and failing to pull Yuno off of him, legs kicking the air, head shaking in silent protest. “OKAY, OKAHAHAHAY!! YOU GOHOHOHOT WHAT YOU WAHAHAHAHANTED NOW STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Yuno found his navel and wiggled into it. “What if I don’t want to?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, YOU CRAZY WIHIHIHIHIZARD!! ENOUGH ALREADYEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

Deciding he’d had his fun and was satisfied with the way Leo was laughing and begging now, Yuno gradually slowed his tickling and removed his hands, letting the redhead catch his breath while he climbed off of him and lay in the grass beside him. “Better luck next time.”

In response, Leo pushed himself up and climbed onto Yuno, still flushed and giggling as he grasped the wind mage’s sides. Yuno tensed, eyes widening. The redhead grinned. “Now that you’ve gotten your prize, I’m going to tickle you just for the heck of it, Yuno~”

It wasn’t long before Yuno had his head tossed back in frantic laughter as well, just as his friend had been only a minute before.

[giggly-squiggily]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIGGILY!!! 🥳🥳🎂🎂🎁🎁🎈🎈🥳🥳

😍😍😍😍😍 Oh my, that Dazai gif is EVERYTHING! 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you so so much friend! 🥰

[magma-queen]

Late birthday present for @giggly-squiggily! I hope this brings a big smile to your face, luv! Happy belated birthday! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

“Max.”

“…..”

“Max!”

More silence.

“Maxie!”

“…..”

Archie yelled this time. “MAXIE!”

His fists slammed on the table in mild frustration. He quickly turned his chair around to face his husband with a scowl.

“Archie.” He said firmly. “I am trying to get my work done… what the hell is so important that it can’t wait for another hour?!”

The larger man gave him sad eyes and came closer to the chair.

“I want cuddles.”

“God damn it, Archie…” Maxie threw his head down on his desk in mild frustration. “Can you not wait for another hour? Please? I HAVE to get this done TONIGHT.”

Archie whined, straddling Maxie’s waist from behind, also trying to get him out of the chair.

“You’re being excessively needy. I love you, ok? But I need to get at least some work done now.”

Archie nodded his head and released him, he went back to the doorway. “1 hour. That’s all I’m giving ye, then I’ll be back.”

“Mm hmm.”

Maxie rolled his eyes and continued his work. After an hour passed, Archie was back in his office, waiting for him to get done.

“Max. It’s been an hour. It’s time to take a break.” He said, but then frowned when he noticed his husband not listening. “Maxie.”

“Archie, just give me another minute. Please.”

Ohhhh no. Archie wasn’t taking any of that bullshit. He marched over to Maxie’s desk and put his laptop screen down.

“Wha- ARCHIE!”

“I told ye earlier an hour. Ye need a break. A long one. Specifically with me, on the couch, snuggling.”

He held his face in his hands.

“Archie… do you have to be so difficult?? I was in the middle of something!”

“That can wait.”

“No it can’t!”

“Max.”

They both stared each other down, determined that he was right.

“You are a literal manchild. I am not kidding.”

Archie chuckled at him. “Well at least I get my work done, Max.” He winked.

The Magma leader’s patience was thin. He stayed sitting in his chair and was about to open his laptop back up.

“Nope!” Archie said, before lifting it from Maxie’s hands.

“Archie! Give that back!”

He put the laptop in a secure location, then went back to his fuming husband’s side.

“Now, c’mon… what do ye say, ye and I go relax on the couch for a while? That’ll make ye feel better. Ye need to take a break.”

Still in his chair, he pouted. Maxie never pouts. And if he does, it’s extremely rare.

“Ohhh come on, babe! Get outta that chair!”

He shook his head. “No.”

Archie stepped forward, grinning. “What’d ye say? I didn’t hear ye.”

“I said. No.” He hissed, twisting himself around and laying his head on the desk. “And you can’t make me.”

“Oh… really?”

He could hear Archie coming closer, and closer.. until he was right behind him. He put his strong arms around him.

“I’d call this kidnapping if you won’t let me go right now….”

“C’mon, Max… ye can’t stay mad at me..”

*huff* “And why not? You’ve been a literal thorn in my side all evening!”

Archie smirked devilishly. A playful idea came to his mind as Maxie kept talking.

“A thorn in yer side, eh?”

Maxie wasn’t even paying attention to Archie’s mischievous question and kept ranting. “I just wanted to finish my work so I could have all evening with you! But nooo! You’ve interrupted me at least 4 times! So yes, you’ve been a thorn in my side!”

“Well then, if I’m such a thorn in yer side…” He gave Maxie a playful poke in the side.

“A-Ah!” He squeaked, then slapped his hand over his mouth and glared at Archie. “No.. don’t.. you.. dare…”

Archie grinned even wider and continuously poked both of his sides, making Maxie jump backwards, leaning further in the chair. “Then I should probably poke ye like the thorn I am!”

“St-stop!” He demanded, trying to squirm away and keep a straight face. His mouth was desperately trying to hold a grin or giggle back.

*poke*

“I s-said st-stop!!” He squeaks.

Archie’s grin grew wider. “Awwww.. but why, Squeaky?” He laughs as the redhead’s face turned red from the nickname. “I’m just poking ye. Whatever is the matter, dearest?”

“Lihihike y-you dohohon’t know! I-I-I’m g-gohoing t-to kihill y-yohou!!”

“Aw come on, love. Ye know ye wanna laugh~” Archie teased, continuing the ticklish pokes, slowly creeping up to his ribs. “Let’s hear it! Let’s hear those sweet giggles! Come on!”

“N-Naho!!”

“Mm.. I’ve almost got ye.” The sailor hummed as he poked his ribs. Archie was stubborn himself, he would to anything to get what he wants from his husband. “Poke poke poke poke poke poke!”

“G-Gahah- mmmmfff!!” He was at his hardest trying not to laugh, cheeks puffed out and face turning redder. It was extremely difficult for him. “Hehe- Ar-ArchihEE!!”

Archie smiled down at him, going to poke right below his armpit. That’s what got the stubborn Team Magma leader to break. He couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore.

“A-Ahahahaharchihihie-! St-stohohohohop!!” He giggled, trying but failing to keep his giggles from slipping out of his mouth.

“Ah, there it is!! There’s me giggle bear! Coochie Coochie coo!”

Archie’s teasing and cooing made him completely melt. He was helpless against his strong husband holding onto him.

“Aharchie!! Pl-please dohohohohohon’t!!”

He ignored his whines. “I guess I’m a thorn in yer ticklish side, babe! And ye love me anyway!” He purred, poking faster under his armpit. “Poke poke poke poke poke poke-“

He bursted out laughing hysterically, squirming in the chair. “Archie!!!!! Thahahahahat tihihihihihickles!!!” He squeaked out, swatting at Archie’s hands. “St-stop ihihihit!!!”

“Awwwwwwwww…” He blushed, poking him up and down his sides now. “Isn’t that precious? The great Maxie is ticklish~”

He was internally screaming. Archie says this EVERY time he tickles Maxie, just to embarrass him and make him blush.

“You’re ahahahahan ahahahahahasshole!!! St-stop!!! C-Cuhuhuhut it ohohohohohout!!!”

The fact that Archie wasn’t full on tickling him was great enough. But THIS is his husband’s reaction? It’s like he was falling in love with him all over again.

“Oh my god, yer so friggin cute! I didn’t know how ticklish yer torso was, sweetie~”

“N-Nohohohohoho!!! *snrk* St-stohop ihihihit!”

He drilled both of his index fingers into both sides, making little circles, getting Maxie to jump 10ft in the air and try to pry his hands away from his sensitive sides.

“ST-STOP!!!” He squeals, wiggling in his arms. “You’re killing mehehehehe!!”

The larger man laughed along with him, enjoying every minute of this. “This is what it’s like havin’ a thorn in yer side, huh? Didn’t know it tickled so much, honey. Maybe I should do this more often.”

“Nohohohohohohohoho dohohohohon’t!!” Maxie smacked his arm, and this didn’t help… because it made Archie start poking his sides faster and faster. “AHAHAHAHAHARCHIHIEE!!”

“Ye gonna take it back that I’m a thorn in yer side? Mmm??”

Tears of mirth dotted the corners of his eyes. “Y-YEHEHES YEHEHES I TAKE IT BAHAHACK! JUHUHUST ST-STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Archie stopped his onslaught of pokes, he kept his arms around his giggling husband and nuzzled his face into his neck.

“Mm’ sorry, Max.. But ye deserved it, and that was probably the cutest reaction from ye I’ve ever seen! I wasn’t even really tickling ye!”

The vibrations from him talking, plus his fuzzy beard nuzzling his skin.. didn’t make Maxie’s giggles stop any time soon.

“Ahahahahahahaharchihihihihiehehehee!!! Wahahahahatch yohohohour beheheheard!! Thahahat tickles!!! Q-Quit it!!”

Did he stop? Of course not! why would he?

He finally managed to get him weak enough to pull him out of the chair. He carried him out of the room. He wiggled his fingers at his stomach to keep him from gaining his strength back.

“P-put me dohohown!! Stop ihihihit!! Hahaha!! A-Archie!!! Stahahahap tickling mehehe and puhuhuhut mehehehe dohohown!”

“Shh, snuggle time.” He shushed him, laying him down on their couch, he jumped right behind him and snuggled up to him.

“Ugh… you don’t take.. hehehe.. no for an ahahahanswer, do you?” He finally gave in and snuggled into Archie’s chest. “F-Fine. But it’s only because I lohohohove you.”

He grinned, mischievously going for another poke, but Maxie grabbed his wrist immediately in a swift motion.

“Poke me again, and your finger is getting shoved up your ass.”

“Daww, what’s the matter, baby?” Archie cooed at him. “Are ye too ticklish for this~?” His finger went to poke his hip next.

“Adjkahsjsk-“ He grabbed his entire hand and held it away from his hips. “NO. Stop it. Keep it up, and you’ll be sleeping on this couch for the next week.”

“Mm Hmm.. sure.. Wait, wha?? Aww c’mon… that’s not fair…” He smiled, letting up on the teasing. He was petting and running his fingers through Maxie’s hair. The petting and head scratching was just relaxing enough to soothingly put him to sleep. “Max? Ye awake? Babe?”

“Mmmmm…” He was basically putty in his arms now. He purred like a Glameow, and held onto his husband like a pillow.

He was out like a light, asleep in Archie’s arms. And it’s exactly what he wanted. Archie pecked a kiss on his forehead and laid down to fall asleep with him.

After a while, Maxie woke back up. He rises his head to see his husband asleep next to him. The redhead remembered his work, then slipped out of Archie’s arms, going back to get his laptop and to the kitchen to sit down.

“If he catches me in here working… I’ll never hear the end of it… I just need a few minutes..”

He typed away at his computer, occasionally looking behind him to see if Archie was there. He knew that if he was gone for too long, Archie would notice and come after him. So he had to get done quickly.

“Come on, come on…. Almost got it..”

He was too engrossed in his work, that he didn’t hear his husband’s footsteps at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Archie tsked. “Oh, Max… ye workaholic… Ye leave me no choice, dear.”

He slowly crept up behind Maxie. He stood right behind him for a few moments to see if he would notice him.

“Almost there…. Aaaaaand- GAH!!!”

He felt two strong hands squeeze his sides.

“Peekaboo~” Archie teases, running his fingers up and down his sides. “Think I wouldn’t notice ye being gone?”

“Ahahahahaharchie wahahahait! I-I’m ahahahahalmost dohohohone!! Plehehease!! J-Juhuhust gihihihive meehee a mihihinute!!”

“Nope~ it’s 2 in the morning. Ye can finish it tomorrow morning. Now, close yer laptop and head back to bed. Or a certain monster is gonna get ye!”

Being the stubborn man he was, Maxie didn’t close his laptop. He tried to continue typing, but couldn’t concentrate obviously with his husband tickling him.

“Max, last chance.” Archie playfully threatens.

“Ihihihif you wohohould just give mehehehehe another minute- EEK!!” He jerked backwards after the pirate crept his fingers into his armpits. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!!! NOT THERE!!!!AHAHAHAH- ARCHIEHEHEHEHEHEE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!!”

“Come to bed~” He sang.

“OHOHOHOKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I GIHIHIVE!!! YOUHUHUHUHU WIHIHIHIN!!”

Smiling, Archie pulled his hands away, then he wraps his arms around his shoulders and kisses his cheek. “Glad ye see things me way, darling~”

“Y-youhuhu… hehehe… suhuhuhuck…” He giggled, leaning his head on his chest with a long yawn.

The bigger man barked out in laughter. He helps Maxie stand up and he leads them upstairs into bed. “Maybe, but ye love me. Now, come on sleepyhead.. let’s get to bed.”