#spritewrites

[lunesprite]

@dca-prompts @simpalert

Original prompt:

Trying this a different way this time! ~1500 words today. Takes a little bit to get there, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Nothing ever happens on Wednesdays. Well. Not from the hours of midnight to 6am at least. 

It’s the perfect night to come back. 

Around and above you, the lights of the pizzaplex flick off, casting your path in wells of deep shadow between islands of neon glow. 

It was unsettling walking to your office the first few times. Management wanted you clocking in no more than five minutes before your shift officially began, and unless you sprinted from the time clock, there was no way in hell even that would get you from point A to your office down in the depths of the place before it got spooky in the pizzaplex. You used your phone flashlight for a bit - speed walking between neon streams and the glowing eyes of the ever-watchful wet floor bots - but, well. 

Then Moon stole your phone. 

It was your fault, to be fair.  

You’d been late, you’d been hurrying, you heard a noise behind you and instantly thought ‘horror movie’ and whipped around and uh. Kind of flashbanged him in the face from two inches away. In your defense, no one had ever bothered to tell you what the other night security was, or tell you that it had a mischievous streak a mile wide. 

So you figured you deserved it when he stole your phone and spent a good fifteen minutes suspended above you, sulking like a kicked cat before you gave up and stumbled your way to your office in the dark. And there, in between staring at the screen static of a completely empty plex, you decided to write him an apology. 

One, you wanted your phone back. You’d just paid it off. 

Two, call you a sucker, but he’d been kind of… cute? You’d never seen an animatronic sulk before and he’d sold it so well you’d really wanted to beckon him down and pet him. 

You left that bit out of the apology. Which was a good thing, because when you’d clocked off in the morning and slipped by the daycare looking for the guy with your actually neatly written letter of apology, sealed with a sticker and everything, Sun looked at you like you were about to grow a second head.

And then, insisting that he was just checking it over for you, read the whole damn thing. Out loud. With acting. 

You hadn’t been allowed to leave the tiny table he’d plonked you down at. 

You’d been so mortified, your brain didn’t even register it when he whipped out your phone from somewhere and made you re-enact the incident with him - except Sun, wearing a hat also produced from places unknown, followed up the flashbang with dramatic wailing on the floor. Smote down, cruelly wounded, etc. 

Which was all well and good, you’d said. But Moon’s was a lot cuter. 

Yeah. 

You know in those choice games, where like. Sometimes it brings up a notice? ‘There will be consequences for this action’? 

There were consequences for that action. You still don’t dare go to the daycare during operating hours. 

Sun, the menace, had gotten this gleam in his eyes and started howling and you fled like literal hounds were on your heels. 

You hadn’t expected to clock in late the next day, the lights off before you even made it to the time clock, and then turn around to Moon right there. 

And. Look, ok. 

He was too big to be in that pill box of a room. So he was kind of scrunched up a bit. Hunched in on himself, his hat more crooked than usual, long legs and arms drawn in like. Like a cat, sitting behind you, with those big red eyes watching you. 

He was cute. And you didn’t know about his and Sun’s whole situation - that liar - so you just. Did what you’d wanted to do the night before. 

You reached out and pet him and that big cat just melted. 

He made the deepest, happiest purr, eyes dimmed in contentment and next thing you knew, you were on the floor with an animatronic oozed across you, his face in your hands and his claws kneading the shitty carpet. Only, worse than a cat, there was no way to move the big cute lug to go anywhere. 

Once Moon cuddled, you were stuck. 

But you worked things out. 

As much as the two of you enjoyed sitting in your office, his chin resting on your thighs as you watched the security feeds and idly pet him or wiped him down, he did have to do patrol, so you’d made a deal. 

Wednesday, when nothing ever happened, Moon could come flop on you. 

It wouldn’t take him long to show up tonight. After all, you’d been gone last week - vacation - and it’d taken a lot of pacifying to get your sulky cat to accept he’d have to go without cuddles for one week. 

You unlock your office, flicking on the light switch beside the door and leave it open as you dump your overstuffed bag beside your chair and set your drink on your desk. If you didn’t keep the door open, Moon would claw at it. The exact same way a cat would paw at a closed door, except his are titanium and explaining it to management is a lot more… awkward. They always seem to expect so much more from your answers when they ask. 

You only manage to get the screens turned on and dig out the wipes from your bag - the scrubby ones, a little treat - before the lights overhead go out, leaving you in only the faint light of the security feeds. And when you turn, you try very hard not to laugh. 

All you can see are Moon’s eyes, staring accusingly in at you through the window beside the door. 

“I’ve wronged you,” you say, as solemnly as possible. 

His eyes narrow. 

“Truly,” you turn, pulling out the starry blanket and new pillow wedged into your bag. “I have been a most cruel friend, to leave you uncuddled for a week.” 

His claws creep around the edge of the doorway. 

Almost everything else, you pull out from assorted hiding places in your office. Pillows. Not one, but two giant sleeping bags, spread out across the floor as you shove your chair to the edge of the admittedly small space. By the time you’ve finished, fluffing up the sturdy pillow you sacrificed from your old couch, Moon sits in the doorway. 

Now for the final bribe. 

Under his watchful optics, you set the wipes on the floor near the couch pillow. And then your drink. And then, with a wink, you reach into the bottom of your bag. 

And pull out a massive power cord which you hold out in both hands, head bowed. 

His eyes gleam, a quiet cackle hissing from his voice box. 

“As an apology, please accept this offering of a night of cuddles and charging - just as long as you don’t blow up the circuits again.” 

“No promises,” he hisses, already slinking inside and burrowing under the top sleeping bag as you huff out a laugh, pushing aside a bit of shelving to reach the heavy duty plug hidden behind it. You plug in the stupidly heavy cable and drag it over to the jingling blanket lump, grinning as he pops out his head. Just like a cat, he takes up 90% of any surface he deems his bed, and you drop the cable on him with a clunk as you clamber over him to the other side to your stash of wipes and drink. 

The screens flicker as Moon plugs in the cable, and for a second you pause, wipe in hand, before he slinks an arm around your waist and plops his chin in your lap with a soft purr. 

You laugh softly, checking over the security feeds for a second before you tilt up his face, smiling at his dimmed eyes and take the wipe to his forehead. 

“I thought you were gonna knock us offline there, Moony.” 

“Mmmm.” He hums, curling his lanky form around you until you’re hemmed in, his arms deceptively loose around you. “Still thinking about it.” 

“I guess I’ll just have to convince you otherwise, hm? Can’t clean you up all nice if I can’t see a damn thing.” 

You pat his head, settling back into your pillows as Moon mumbles something and, slowly, as the trash can fills with dirtied wipes - your eyes flicking to the screens each time you grab a new one - his purr evens out. 

It’ll be a long night. Somehow, you suspect he’s not going to let you up until the end of your shift this time.

With a fond sigh, you hook an arm around him in turn, fiddling lightly with his hat as he snoozes and turn your eyes back to the wall of security monitors. His fingers rest loose and light against your sides. Every now and then, his claws twitch. His inner machinery ticks and whirrs lazily. 

He really is a sweet thing, underneath all that mischief. 

You almost want to kiss him. But, ah. This is enough, isn’t it?

[happyandticklish]

Fic Recommendations Because I Feel Like It~

Sometimes y'all write fics and it makes me incapable of existing due to the chaotically intense lee mood it has just bitch slapped me with that makes me have to put my fucking phone down and genuinely pace the room because certain lines keep running through my head and I can't help but think about them being used on me, and there is simply no good way of expressing that in a compelling manner.

So I've made a list of fics that have made me have to face away from my roommate while reading them so she doesn't see me blushing like a goddamn looney tune, in order to express what my tags couldn't, as well as give a generous thank you for being in this community and writing these masterpieces and an even more generous fuck you for doing that to me <3

Haunted Safehouse by @rosileeduckie

Itinerary by @rosileeduckie

Heartography by @rosileeduckie

Liar by @poesparakeet

Tickletober Day Seven Drabble by @wordstrings

You Got My Devotion by @nhasablogg

Self-Tickle Session by @nhasablogg

This Steddie Drabble by @nhasablogg

Anticipation by @nhasablogg

This Random DRRR Ficlet by @ caffeinekitty who I can’t tag for some reason, so maybe they’ve deactivated, but this fic lived in my head rent free for years

Slain by @wigglywormy

Remind Me Of The Babe by @stray-tickles

Closet Cases by @spritewrites

Tenderness and Ties by @tickles-tea

The Truth Will Set You Free by @sapphicquill

I’m So Down by @tickle-bugs

Visions of Visions by @ssnicker-doodless 

A Gentleman’s Torture by @august-anon 

Bamboozled by @august-anon

Mind Melt by @august-anon

Pray For Mercy by @august-anon

This Teal Oranges Drabble by @august-anon

Intention by @achilleean

Piece(s) of Cake by @achilleean

One To Talk by @achilleean

This Teal Oranges Drabble by @achilleean

Waking Up With A Smile by @achilleean

Fun by @achilleean

New Discoveries by @achilleean

Chase by @achilleean

Apples & Oranges 1 & 2 & 3 by @achilleean

Lightness for a Stormy Morning by @achilleean

Ticket, Ticket, Ticket! by @achilleean

Invisible Ink by @achilleean

Freaky Friday’d by @achilleean

The Pynch drabble by @ticklygiggles

Not Quite Marco Polo by @silviesilviesilvie

Blackbeard’s Best by @silviesilviesilvie

Unsaid by @anasticklefics

So if you’re in a mood and you want to make things infinitely worse for yourself, read these and suffer~

[amazingmsme]

Top 22 of 2022

End of the year tag game created by the lovely @otomiya-tickles This was so much fun, you always make the best tag games! Thanks for tagging me!

Part 1: Fandom Faves 

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year:

Our Flag Means Death, The Boys, Moon Knight, Workaholics, The Stanley Parable, (I know I’m super late to the game but this game rocks) Godless, other seasons of critical role, inside job & uh… does Goncharov count?

02. Favorite new ships since this year:

Blackbonnet, not new but still my faves, Namdermo, & Shadowgast & probably some more that I’m forgetting

03. Favorite anime/TV show of the year:

Despite not seeing the new season, my fave anime this year is Demon Slayer. As for my favorite show of the year, I think the latest season of WWDITS wins

04. Favorite movie of the year:

Prey, Pinocchio (Guillermo del Toro), but if I had seen NOPE it would undoubtedly be that, Where the Crawdads Sing, others I’m sure. But this year I have barely seen any new movies & I haven’t seen any new marvel film starting with Spider-Man NWH (I know I know, you’re gonna beat me with rocks & all that jazz)

05. Favorite character of the year:

Caleb Widogast has had me in a headlock ever since I first saw him & he hasn’t let me go since

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year:

I genuinely don’t have an answer xiavaowh I don’t tend to remember what movie soundtracks I like unless it really stands out, & I’ve barely seen any new movies this year. But my favorite soundtracks in general are Wild America, The Kings or Summer and O Brother Where Art Thou

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year:

I don’t keep up with what is published that year, but my favorite book I found this year is Night Film by Marisha Pessl

08. Favorite game of the year:

Favorite game actually released this year? God of War Ragnarok. Favorite one I’ve played this year? Either Doki Doki Literature Club or The Stanley Parable

09. Highlight of this year to remember:

Fuckin’ Goncharov babyyyyy!

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022:

Goncharov obvi, the queen’s death crab rave, Nov. 5th anniversary, & all the memes that came out this year. I have no grip on time so I have no idea which ones came out this year & I’m so dead inside I can’t force myself to remember

11. Favorite fan art of the year:

I don’t keep things organized enough to be able to actually find my favorite fan art specifically, but @fluffomatic is one of my fave artists on here, along with @ssnicker-doodless & @shyticklemonster r, @fluffy-alien alien but of course tons of other blogs as well!

12. Favorite fic of the year:

Bold of you to assume I can pick favorites & actually remember them 12 months later skagdk fr tho, some of my favorites are You Got My Devotion & Temptation, Frustration, So Bad It Makes Him Cry- @nhasablogg A Gentleman's Torture- @august-anon & uh, basically every single critical role fic. But specifically Waiting For My Mind To Go To Sleep & Embarrassing and Undignified- @chockfullofsecrets lightning damage- @spritewrites & something good to celebrate- @sapphicquill

13. Favorite ask game of the year:

Even tho I never really get asks when I reblogged that kind of stuff, I really enjoyed the list of questions on the fic writer ask game

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger:

I finally managed to participate in tickletober & finish it despite 2 major deaths in the family at that time, can someone say coping mechanism?

15. My own best fic/post of the year:

I gotta go through & actually look but Draw Me Something as Pretty as You did the numbers this year, like ever other steddie fic lol. MY personal favorite tho was Dare to be Bold & actually got over 100 notes.

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year:

Too many of my tickletober fics tbh but that’s what I get for writing for microscopic fandoms like new girl, tuck everlasting & wolf 359 which all clock in around 10 notes each. You’d think with only 4 notes my Night Film fic What A Prize would win this category. But my Imposters fic Junk in the Trunk & Workaholic fic Pizza Payback tie with a whopping 1 note!!!

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected:

My recent “porn bots want me carnally” shitpost. I guess because it’s so relevant? (Seriously don’t get me started on that, I had close to 10 try to follow me yesterday alone)

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year:

I made a kofi! So if you feel like supporting me or you really want a fic, feel free to commission me!

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year:

Mark my words I WILL make a Goncharov tickle fic, just you wait & see. I also want to write more for new or smaller fandoms I enjoy & get back to writing my chaptered fics. I also have some long one shots I want to make

20. Goals for next year:

Keep writing as much as I can, get back into physical art like oil painting, post more of my chaptered fics that I accidentally. I also want to read more fics because I really fell behind this year due to mental health & school

21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most:

The new season of The Legend of Vox Machina & uuuuhhh yeah I’m brain dead, I have no fuckin’ clue what’s coming out next year

Part 4: Spreading Love

22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year: 

I can’t promise to remember everyone, but I can sure try. Thanks to everyone for making this year not suck as much as it could’ve, y’all don’t know how much it makes me smile

@happyandticklish @ticklishraspberries @ticklish-touch @raybidtickles @shunniebuns @sugarfics @hypahticklish @fluffomatic @fluffy-lee-boa @fluffy-alien @a-fluffer-nutter @a-simple-lee @lemonsandstrawberries @tickletastic @anasticklefics @tickle-bugs @tickle-fight-club @rosileeduckie @thebest-medicine @peachytickles @poesparakeet-fics @eldritchtickles @tickly-floof @spritewrites @august-anon @ticklygiggles @sapphicquill @nhasablogg @chockfullofsecrets @sunlitanon @shyticklemonster @ssnicker-doodless

& a ton of others! Love you all & I’m so glad I have y’all in my corner!

[ticklishraspberries]

SPRINTING to ask about your heartstopper hcs

AHHH im answering another ask for em rn so ty for asking they will be out asap

[chockfullofsecrets]

for the sentence thing: If you were polite, you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations.

“If you were polite,” Caduceus tells him, untangling another strand of the dense green morass currently pinning him in place, “you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations.”

“I was being polite,” Fjord complains, “and the plants didn’t listen, so then I said-”

Caduceus’ ears twitch. “Right, and then you said...?”

His confidence shrinks with every syllable. “Ah... the Wildmother... commands you... to move... bitch?”

“Well. That’s not very polite, is it.”

Fjord winces. “No, it is not. Plants, I’m gonna say I’m sorry and then just - stop talking. For a while.” 

He looks hopefully down at his legs, but the death web that some Melora-forsaken plant in this jungle decided to spit at him seems uninclined to accept the apology. “Caduceus, maybe I’m not cut out for this whole Wildmother thing. I’m grateful for her protection, of course, but I just keep getting this wrong. I’ve got half a mind to say that the next time I set foot in some, uh - vegetative area - she’s going to straight up kill me.”

“That’s not how the Wildmother works, Fjord.”

Fjord opens his mouth to protest - Caduceus is from one of her beloved families of champions, and he’s a scrawny half-orc with nothing and nowhere to his name, and there’ve certainly been enough times where the rules are different, worse, on his behalf - 

Caduceus’ fingers tangle behind his knee, briefly, and whatever he was about to say fades into a laugh that he has no power to stop.

He looks warily down at Caduceus. Caduceus looks serenely up at him.

“You know, I think I could probably get out of this myself if I really put my mind to it-”

Caduceus laughs a little and squeezes just above Fjord’s knee, his tall frame matched with hands large and skilled enough to tweak every ticklish nerve in Fjord’s entire leg. “I’m sure you could. The Wildmother doesn’t ask for penance, Fjord, but if you feel like you need to pay it anyway-”

Fjord breathes out something that he’s not quite confident in calling a giggle, if only because doing so will make it impossible to look Caduceus in the eye ever again. 

It would be nice, not to have to worry about all this. Just for a moment or two.

“Well, I think it’s certainly worth a try.”

[calmturquoise]

Lazy Morning

At pretty much the last possible moment, here is my Femslash Feb Tickle 2k21 fic for the amazing @spritewrites! Honored to have written for you, and I really hope you enjoy! Thanks @ticklishraspberries for hosting! <3

Prompt: Ginny/Luna, combo of “person A is ticklish in an unusual spot and it surprises both them and their partner (although it’s debatable who has more fun with this discovery)” and “sleepy tickles!!!”

Luna blinked awake, her transition to consciousness slow and calm as opposed to the fast and unpleasant wake-up that came early most mornings as she and Ginny both rushed off to work. Today, however, they had no obligations, and with the pleasant warmth from them huddling together under the covers while snowflakes swirled in gentle spirals outside the window, Luna was perfectly content to continue lying in bed.

Her partner, however, appeared to have other plans. Luna felt the bed shift as Ginny rolled onto her side, placing a strong, slim hand on Luna’s back. “Are you finally awake?” she whispered teasingly. “You know, it might be time for us to get out of bed.”

Luna shook her head. “No, I think I’d rather stay here,” she murmured, enjoying the laziness that came from still being half-asleep. She heard the soft tinkling of Ginny’s laughter and hummed with pleasure as the redhead’s fingers began tracing soft, meaningless patterns on her lower back through the thin fabric of her nightshirt.

“We can’t stay in bed all day!” Ginny protested, though Luna could hear the smile in her girlfriend’s voice and knew that Ginny’s continued presence in bed with Luna indicated that she might, in fact, stay in bed as long as Luna wanted. “Come on, if you get up I’ll-”

Luna didn’t get the chance to discover what sort of bribery Ginny planned to offer, as Ginny’s fingers scratched lightly over the slight protrusion of Luna’s shoulder blade. At the intense ticklish sensation elicited by the touch, Luna jolted in surprise, and in turn Ginny paused in her mindless stroking of Luna’s back.

“Are your shoulders ticklish?” Ginny asked, the surprise in her tone quickly replaced with delight. Luna shivered as Ginny resumed her tracing, though her touches felt more intentional now. Luna tried and failed to hold back a tremor when Ginny’s nails dug into the space below her shoulder blade with the just the right amount of firmness, Luna’s thin nightshirt offering no protection from the ticklish touches.

“N-No,” she protested, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from giggling though she doubted she could hold back for long. “I mean- I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” Luna shivered again, this time in anticipation as she registered the mischievous lilt to Ginny’s voice. A giggle slipped past her lips when Ginny’s fingers wiggled purposely against her shoulder blades and she twisted her head, burying into her pillow as she squirmed beneath the playful attack. She could hear Ginny’s amusement as her girlfriend asked, “How does this feel?”

“It tihihickles!” Luna admitted, still giggling into her pillow. She turned her head to see Ginny’s face beside her own, grinning unabashedly at Luna’s predicament. “But I didn’t knohohohow I was ticklish thehehere!”

“Well, it’s a discovery I’m not complaining about,” Ginny announced, sliding up from where she was lying next to Luna and swinging her leg over Luna’s hips, straddling her waist to slide her hands beneath Luna’s nightshirt. “Does this tickle more?” she asked as her fingers scribbled lightly over Luna’s bare skin.

“Yehehehes!” Luna laughed, enjoying the simple pleasure of the sensation even as she squirmed beneath the touches, inadvertently trying to escape the intense ticklishness. The soft, gentle, teasing touches were tantalizing at the same time that they were almost unbearable, and Luna couldn’t quite decide if she wanted her girlfriend to stop or continue. “I thohohought you wahahanted to get uhuhuhup?”

Ginny hummed. “Maybe I changed my mind,” she teased, wiggling her fingers just a little more quickly. “I’m thinking we could stay in bed all day, doing this.” She slid up the fabric of Luna’s nightshirt to expose the entirety of her back and pressed light, warm kisses to Luna’s shoulder blades. Though she couldn’t hold back a smile at the fluttering, ticklish touches, Luna’s giggles trailed off and she relaxed onto the bed, content to let Ginny explore the discovery of her newest ticklish spot. Staying in bed sounded like the best idea she could imagine.

[tickle-bugs]

working on fic u say 👀 slfjslfjsl fish, shiny, eeby deeby <3

thank you bb <3

and yes, fic 👀 bouncing between a Critrole campaign 2 fic, the TUA fic I was prompted for, and the final part of the Home Again series that I’ve been sitting on for like…two years LMAO. once i’m free from home again (joking...kinda) I wanna rewrite it so it’s better :)

[wordstrings]

For the first sentence thing: “You can’t possibly think that’s fair.”

Dean didn’t answer, but just watched Castiel from behind clasped hands at his chin, where the shine of his gold cuffs matched the shine of amusement in his eyes. Castiel surveyed the wooden game board for a moment longer before huffing in annoyance and moving his key piece to another square.

That had apparently been an expected move, as Dean didn’t even pause to think before capturing another of Castiel’s pieces at the left side of the board where his defense had ostensibly lapsed.

“You know that if you win again, I’ll be frustrated,” Castiel said, making another move while eyeing the growing collection of his fallen pieces at Dean’s elbow, “and you know how I’ll resolve that frustration.”

There was something smug in Dean’s voice when he said, “I know, and–” he pushed one piece smoothly across the board – “checkmate.”

[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.]

[ticklishnonsense]

for the sentence starter thing: All things considered, it wasn’t the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

All things considered, it wasn't the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

"...I think you broke him, Molly," says Jester, very seriously. She stills her hands, but doesn't remove them from Fjord's tummy. Mollymauk, who's sitting on Fjord's wrists above his head, stops torturing his underarms and makes a curious noise. "He went all floppy."

"We broke him," Mollymauk corrects her. "Besides, he's a big guy, I'm sure he's got more in him. Let's both try his ribs," and then there's two sets of blunt tiefling nails, one from above and one from below, clawing at his ribs and Fjord's gasping out more helpless laughs from aching lungs.

He spasms a few times, and flaps his hands around a little above where Molly's sitting on them, hoping to gain purchase on something - no dice. Fucking tieflings. All the shitty stereotypes can't hold an unlit candle to the true evil in Fjord's two friends. "Nn," Fjord groans, "nnohoh - just - hhnhnnh - let me die already-"

"Never!" Jester cackles, and takes one hand off his ribs to high-five Molly before she gets back to tickling Fjord into an early grave.

[lunesprite]

The Clinic at 1897 Ash Street

When you'd woken up this morning, you never would have guessed you'd end up here: sitting in a supernatural clinic, waiting for a vampire to drink your blood. For medical reasons.

Rated: T, 7200~ words.

And here we are! The AU that has become my darling, Ash Street! An odd little clinic with a harpy (she prefers siren) secretary and a vampire doctor, and y/n as a new patient who just so happens to need a bite. Medically. And did I mention... regularly?

I'm excited as can be to share this, so happy October! Meet Dr. Sun, resident fussyfangs and absolute sweetheart!

[spriteandnicotine]

Ennoshita 7MIH <3

Pairing:Ennoshita x GN! Reader

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: nyctophobia, arachnophobia (discussion of both and anx//ty)

Word Count: 900+ A/N: Doing this for a haikyuu creators collab! I haven't written a seven minutes in heaven fic before so I hope this is good >.< A big thanks to @tamcitrus​ for being my beta reader! I also want to say that if you do struggle with an/iety that the tips and tricks in this may not be for you and you may have more severe bouts. By no means am I trying to make this seem a certain way, and it isn’t 100% accurate.

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins as the bottle slows and lands on your crush, Ennoshita Chikara. 

It has always been hard to approach him with how busy he is between practice and school. In fact, you’ve only had the chance to have a full conversation with him once. Even then, the interaction was less than five minutes in length. When he sees you in the hallway, he always makes an effort to at least wave and flash his award winning smile.

Glancing up, your eyes meet his and your cheeks flush beet red. You stand up and shuffle your feet as you make your way to the closet. As your hand connects with the door knob, you let out a tiny yelp from the shock. Your face goes at least ten shades darker.

“Um, you okay?” Ennoshita asks. You quickly nod in response and open the door, wanting to hide until you calm down.

The light fades away until it peeks through the bottom of the door frame as Ennoshita closes the door behind him. Your heart begins to race, and the thumping is so loud in your ears; you swear he can hear the drumming as if the two of you were sitting in a circle beating on various percussion instruments.

From a young age, the dark has been terrifying to you. You don’t know what caused it; the stories of monsters going ‘bump’ in the night, or the feeling of warmth leaving and being replaced by your blood running cold as the ill-lit room engulfs your shape, forcing your body into the jet-black abyss.

As the darkness takes over, you instinctively crouch down and find the back corner of the closet. You begin to hyperventilate as the sleeve of a fuzzy coat brushes across your nose.

“Hey… Y/N… What’s wrong?” he asks. As he speaks, you feel a cool gust of air on your side that is quickly replaced by body heat. A chill runs down your spine from the rapid change in temperature, so you force your back into the corner. 

Your head is becoming fuzzy, and you barely manage to say, “Afraid…of..dark,” between pants. Ennoshita quickly takes action, slipping off his leather jacket and pushing it up against the door frame. Then, he fumbles around for his phone, turning on the built-in flashlight.

As light fills the room, you take several deep breaths, and your vision goes from fuzzy back to normal. You wipe the tears from under your eyes and say, “Well that’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it isn’t. Everyone is afraid of something whether we want to admit it or not. After all, we’re only human,” he gently responds.

You give Ennoshita a small smile and ask, “Oh yeah? What are you afraid of?”

“I have arachnophobia and I’m scared of rejection. I woke up with a spider dangling above my face when I was a child, and I never was told no as a kid, so that’s probably where my fears stem from,” he replies, softly looking into your eyes.

“Oh. I don’t know why I’m scared of the dark. I’m probably more afraid of the monsters that lie within the depths of darkness more than the dark itself,” you explain.

“Here, it always helps me to suck on hard candy when I need to ground myself,” he says, holding out a handful of jolly ranchers for you to choose from.

You take your favorite flavor and pop it into your mouth, savoring the fruity flavor as it spreads over every taste bud. You then look at him with confusion spread across your face. 

“Do you always keep these with you?” you ask.

“I have pretty bad panic attacks. One of the ways I calm down is grounding. I focus on the flavor and it brings me back to the present. Plus, these taste pretty good,” as he says this, Ennoshita unwraps a blue raspberry jolly rancher and places it in his mouth.

The two of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company until you remember how he said he is afraid of rejection.

“Hey, Ennoshita?” you ask.

He turns to the side just enough so you know he is giving you his full attention before you continue, “I just want to thank you for helping me out earlier. I also thought about how you can’t be rejected if you never try, but since I’m not scared of rejection, I thought I would see if you maybe wanted to get some tea?”

He smiles and you note the blue tint on his teeth from the candy, “Of course! I know this hole-in-the-wall cafe that makes the best tea!”

Just then, the door opens and everyone’s face falls when they realize you just talked for seven minutes, but you don’t care because you have a feeling you will have an infinite amount of time to hang out with him, which tends to always feel like heaven.

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[hypahticklish]

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SPRITE that post was up for less than a MINUTE!!!!!

[ticklishraspberries]

happy birthday!!!

thank you sprite!! :)

[chockfullofsecrets]

if you’re still taking first sentences, bc i can’t get enough of these: “I am absolutely not ticklish.”

(hi your ticklish!Nott fill was so good that i decided to take a crack at it too - hope it lives up to expectations!)

“I am absolutely not ticklish,” Nott declares to the group at large, and Beau groans.

“Well fuck, Jes, looks like that truth spell of yours isn’t foolproof after all. I’m telling you, the Cobalt Soul has people who can literally punch the truth out of you-”

Jester crosses her arms, tail curling indignantly. “Well, if it doesn’t work, then how would I know if you’re telling the truth-”

“Why would I lie about that-”

As they bicker, Caleb catches her eye - he’s at the very edge of the conversation, as usual, but she knows he’s still looking out for her - and sketches an additional ‘t’ in the air with his index finger before tossing her a questioning look. 

She shakes her head at him. Not that particular trick, not(t) this time - she didn’t need it, anyway, Jester’s truth spell really isn’t as all-encompassing as she’s made it out to be. 

He frowns, tipping his head to the side curiously, and taps the same finger against the back of his neck. But - here?

He’s nowhere close to her, but she wraps a defensive hand around her own neck and glares at him anyway. No one needs to know about that time he was braiding her hair, lost in his own head, and the way he kept brushing his soft human fingers against her spine until she just about fell over laughing-

Shit, just thinking about it makes the back of her neck tingle. She pulls her hood up just in case and brandishes her copper wire, turning away from the girls. “That was one time, Caleb, don’tyoudarereplytothismessage-”

His nearly imperceptible smirk as he turns back to his book makes the tingling even worse. 

[ticklishpeter]

okay okay oKAY tell me about each hargreeves sibling's worst spot (and how it makes them feel when they get got there)

sprite, bless u for this question tbh 🥺✨

luther's thighs and calves are especially bad!!! along w his feet (especially the tops??? idk) i honestly feel like his chest was super ticklish before the serum but the serum took that away! leg squeezes result in silly dopey kicking,, always. he’s such a squirmer but he’s not quick about it bc he’s so big kshdj but his long legs will getcha if ur not careful!! doesn't laugh a bunch but definitely a THRASHER? and it doesn't really make him mad or happy?? just frickin cute and kinda lets it happen yknow

i will talk abt ticklish!diego til i d*e s2g. DUDE,, he curses and growls and scrunches his face so much but fr this man is one big stabby tickle spot 🥺 his tummy 🥺 is SO BAD THO 🥺 and he rly tries his HARDEST to hold back any laughter bc truly his tickle laugh embarrasses the crap out of him!!! but he always just ends up a giggle puddle on the floor,, especially if u get him w some tummy pokes :,) and he is absolutely known by all of them as the most ticklish hargreeves 

allison’s most ticklish spots are her neck (like especially around her throat and under her chin) and her sides!! also like,, pretty ticklish shoulders but she wouldn’t consider that one of her worst spots. being the least ticklish out of the seven of them, she was often the ler lmao BUT she’s v giggly and open about her ticklishness. and when she gets wrecked she just CACKLES and flails her arms and omg she’s so cute

klaus DIES at any hip tickles ever like,, hard, soft, deadass so frickin sENSITIVE like air could tickle them yknow??? and the crop tops don’t help DUH ,, anyone gets him there, his legs just literally give out so like,, if he’s standing up, he’s on the ground in a second wowow his armpits are mad ticklish too, he does a lot of squishing his arms to his sides lmao but he likes tickles!!!! unless they’re focused on the hips for too long bc then he just starts SCREECHING N BEGGING AW he makes the silliest noises

this GRUMPY OLD GRANDPA has some TAK (TICKLISH ASS KNEES) holy SHIT and he’s a total kicker and he just,, either shrieks bloody m*rder or just overflows w the cutest giggles ever. tbh fivey’s so EMBARRASSED about how ticklish he is along w how young he looks bc his siblings coo at him and tease the hell out of him fhjsd and his legs are so tiny so they can literally just grab each knee and squeeze and it’s OVER. he also curses sO much like,, SO SO much . and his dimples 🥺🥺

ben’s legit a SQUEAKY TOY ok?? so squeaky and twitchy at every little touch tbh,, his ribs and tum tum are literally tied for worst! he was always the second most ticklish one when they were kids!!! he also blushes SO MUCH bc klaus is usually the one that tickles him and he’s teasy as HELL dude. always yells about how “he’s gonna die” or that he “can’t breathe” but uhh,,, he’s a ghost!!! so anyone tickling him is totally merciless skhjb

vanya and ben are the softest giggliest babies change my mind ok. v v ticklish on the back of her neck & her sides!!! she wiggles a lot like,, she CANNOT sit still even if she tried. she has a lil scrunchy face 🥺 and she just instinctually curls into a tiny ball which OOPS leaves the back of her neck super exposed she’s literally never safe from the tickies. BUBBLY giggles omg so precious. she can’t take tickles for very long tho bc she gets out of breath real quick fdkhj

[tickle-bugs]

bug idk what it is but the way you write tickling just… gives me fuckin butterflies like no other. at this point we have like no overlapping fandoms and i still read your fics religiously because HOLY SHIT yknow??? anyway the anakin & obi wan one was IMMACULATE

WAHHHHH 🥺 Thank you!! 💖

No but same to you???? I read your CR and Carry On fics and just sit there like *shocked pikachu*. You have this way with words thats just so wonderful and present and flustering in the best way. Chef’s kiss.