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Finding A Motive

~A/N - OK HELLO I AM HERE!

Yes I know I have heaps of prompt fics I should be working on BUT I had to had to HAD TO write something for this post that Happy made about reward tickles cause ITS SO DAMN CUTE and it works perfectly for Jake from b99.

This is also my first ever b99 fic so I hope its good!! I just cannot get the idea of Jake being a massive lee out of my head hehehe.

I also have a v big thing about Gina knowing this about Jake and being super casual about it to the others (but ofc really teasy about it with him) hehehehe.

Also holy fuck this is long so hope you have the time to read it lmao, this might be my longest fic yet! (EDIT: YEP ITS DEFINITELY MY LONGEST YET HOLY SHIT)

(DOUBLE EDIT: I'm also adding a link to this clip cause it's adorable and is 100% Jake's tickle laugh hehehehehehe enjoy)

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @happyandticklish

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Amy Santiago was about to face one of the hardest challenges of her career.

Top drug lords, hardened criminals, serial killers - they had nothing on this. This was an impossible task. One that even the greats would never dream of tackling.

The job? Motivating Jake to fill out paperwork.

Considering the fact that a major portion of her job was often figuring out what motivated people (though usually it was what motivated them to kill), you would think this would be relatively easy. However, she knew filing was the absolute bane of his existence - something that would take him days to work up the headspace to even consider starting.

Nothing helped. She had tried every trick in the book. She had bought him some (BEAUTIFUL) new stationery and folders, scheduled time in the briefinf room so he wasn't distracted by noise, broke it into steps, bribed him with food, it was all useless.

It had been weeks, and the papers just kept piling up on his desk with no remorse. To make matters worse, his lack of motivation was starting to affect his mood. His usually cheeky quips marking his arrival towards whoever was listening had died down to nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement when he entered the office. Amy was getting desperate, and so she tried reaching out to the others.

Hitchcock and Scully's input was simply offering to do it for him, which helped ease some of the pressure but completely bypassed the point of the exercise.

Rosa's pure threats only managed to get him to sit down at his desk and stare at the paper for hours.

Terry's sticker reward chart ended up with Jake spending more time choosing what stickers to use than anything else.

And Charles' encouraging words started off strong - but quickly broke off when Jake suggested they take a lunchbreak (and the task was promptly forgotten).

It was beginning to look like all hope was lost, and as the team sat in the break room wondering what on earth to do, Gina Linetti waltzed through the doorway.

"Amy, Amy, Amy..." Gina sighed. "Why would you waste your time asking these guys for help when you have someone who's known Jake since the womb?"

Terry's brow wrinkled in confusion, "You guys aren't twins."

Gina shrugged. "We might as well be."

"You aren't even related." Rosa added.

"Guys?!" Amy interrupted. "Not important."

She turned to look at Gina, who was already walking towards Jake's desk with a confident flair only she could pull off. The group casually followed her out, curious as to what magic she was about to enact to get Jake out of his slump.

Amy watched as Gina leant down next to Jake's ear and whispered.

Somehow that was all it took.

Jake, with his face painted pink, sheepishly grabbed his stack of papers and moved past the group towards the records room without saying a word. It was like magic.

"You're welcome." Gina grinned as she sauntered back to her desk.

Now it was impressive in itself that Gina had managed to get Jake to start working, but it was astounding that he was still working almost an entire week later.

The man had become a paperwork machine, and an extremely effective one at that. The organization rivalled that of Amy's herself, and if she wasn't so awe-struck she might have been a little jealous.

She begged Gina to spill her tactics, but every time Gina responded with a laugh and some clever line around how "A lady never reveals her secrets.". But Amy had to know! She had to find out what was Gina's tactic.

Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait for long.

It was a sleepy Thursday evening. The precinct was quieter than ever, and Amy was finishing off some last minute research. As she walked past the break room, she caught wind of a very particular sound. A shrieky, medium-pitched giggle that only came from one person doing one thing.

Well, more accurately having one thing done to them.

She peered through the window, and surely enough there was Jake. He was lying across Gina's lap, arms held above his head by one of her hands, legs kicking the couch cushions at the other end. Gina's fingers were going absolutely feral on his stomach, the speed and precision at which they moved was enough to give anyone butterflies just watching.

But it was Jake's face that was the most interesting part. Though it was a deep red and scrunched at every point, it was pulled into what was possibly the biggest smile Amy had ever seen. And nothing about it seemed forced, not even the laughter pouring out of his mouth. No, it seemed like Jake was actually enjoying it.

Well wasn't that cute. Amy laughed to herself at her little discovery. She'd have to try that out later, but for now she had to act natural.

She took a few steps past the doorway, just far enough to hear Jake's giggles subside as the tickling presumably stopped. Amy heard the door open, ducking behind a desk.

"Keep up the good work Jakey." Gina said with a smirk. "Same time tomorrow."

Oh my god.

That was it? Gina's incentive that worked perfectly was tickling? Amy was frozen in disbelief. It was so easy. So simple and yet it never would have crossed her mind.

The next morning, Amy argued back and forth with her own brain about whether to ask Gina about Jake's little quirk. On one hand, the more opportunities for motivating him the better. But on the other hand, perhaps this was something best left for childhood friendships. Should she ask to join in? Or would Jake feel uncomfortable about anyone other than Gina knowing?

There was only one way to find out.

"Hey Gina?" Amy asked nonchalantly, leaning over Gina's desk.

"Ames." Gina cocked her head in friendly acknowledgement. "How can I help?"

Amy took an awkward breath. "So last night..."

"Ahhh you caught me." Gina interrupted with a smile. "That's the best way to get Jake moving."

As if to prove her point, Jake came power-walking past with a stack of binders. Somehow, with the balance of a tightrope walker, he lowered a steaming cup of coffee onto Gina's desk before plowing off again.

Amy gave her a look. "And that's improving his productivity too?"

"Oh no." Gina laughed. "This just reminded me of how I got Jake to be my little helper through middle school."

"Moving on." Amy shook her head. "Do you think Jake would mind if I... knew? ... Or more accurately, if I... joined in?"

"Oh he'd love it." Gina grinned. "He's super fun to tickle, so try not to get carried away. Though he'd probably enjoy that too."

Amy beamed. "You're the best!"

"You know it."

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the right time to strike. And, with Jake's little productivity streak, the perfect opportunity presented itself quite quickly.

Amy spied her target almost immediately. He looked so out of place, sitting there hunched over his desk when everyone else (and usually himself) were out at lunch. The emptiness made for an ideal privacy level without putting any more pressure on the guy.

"You've been working hard recently." She commented.

Jake jolted out of his intense hyper-focused state. "Uh... Yeah. Yeah I've been... uh... On the grind. You know, it's just non stop with me!"

Amy took a moment to maintain her composure. "See I've been wondering what managed to help... Cause we tried everything."

Jake averted his eyes from Amy's gaze.

"So I asked Gina."

Oh that did it. Jake went bright red - almost as red as last night - and he brought his hand up, partially to card his fingers through his hair, and partially to hide his blushing face.

"Why didn't you just tell us?" Amy put her hand on his. "It's the easiest and most adorable solution I've ever heard."

Jake's head was now pressed into his palms. "I was worried you would find it weird."

Amy smiled genuinely. "I mean, it's not the usual route, but it's super cute."

The pair sat for a moment, before Jake broke the silence.

"Do the others know?" He asked, and Amy couldn't tell if it was worry or curiosity in his voice.

"No... Do you want them to?"

Jake hesitated, his mouth twitching into a nervous smile. "I don't know..."

"They won't find it weird either." Amy reassured.

"... I wouldn't mind..."

Amy couldn't help but break into a bright grin.

Later that night, Amy packed away the last of her work. More than ready for the weekend, she exited the bullpen to the sounds of Jake's laughter. Clearly Gina thought he had worked hard this week. And she had to agree, but her reward for him would have to wait.

Monday morning came and went, and Jake somehow still wasn't running out of steam. In fact, Amy had noticed that - since she found out about his little secret - Jake had volunteered to take some of her filing duties. While she would normally be slightly annoyed by this, she knew exactly what he was looking to get out of it. And who was she to deny him?

Once again, lunchtime proved the best chance for a little alone time with her target. As the rest of the force eagerly made their way towards the elevator, Amy inconspicuously followed Jake towards the records room.

As he pushed the door open and stepped through without a second thought, assumedly with the goal of letting it swing shut behind him, Amy slipped inside and cleared her throat.

Jake jumped, almost dropping the stack of manilla folders he was carrying. "Ames?! What are you- I mean, how come you're in here?"

Amy grinned. "Oh I was just hoping to let you know how good of a job you've been doing recently."

Jake blushed, eyes flicking to the floor, then the door, and back to Amy. "Ah... Well, thanks thats... Yep, thanks..."

Amy, barely letting him finish, took a step towards him. "I don't think you quite understand."

Jake's face tensed, his mouth twitching into a nervous smile and Amy could tell he was struggling to contain himself. His arms instinctively pressed against his sides, hands squeezing into fidgeting fists.

"What's wrong Jake?" She teased. "Is this not why you've been stealing my usual paperwork duties?"

Jake couldn't help but let out a singular barking laugh, rubbing the back of his neck (but making sure not to lift his elbow and expose his armpit).

"I'm taking your silence as a confession Jake, is this what you were looking for?" She smiled. Partially to further fluster the poor guy, but also as a subtle way of checking she wasn't taking this too far. Based on Jake's reaction, she was clear for landing.

As Jake stumbled over his words, trying to come up with some answer that wouldn't incriminate him but also wouldn't ruin his chances of getting wrecked, Amy dashed towards him.

And Jake crumbled.

It took only a few seconds of Amy's nimble fingers skittering across his torso before his knees gave out and he slid down the filing cabinet behind him. Amy followed, ending up half-crouched next to his legs, at the perfect angle to attack all up his sides and over his stomach. So that's exactly what she did.

As Jake haphazardly 'attempted' to grab at her hands and push them away, he let out the most precious giggles Amy had ever heard. The sounds of Jake's serotonin filled the room, and Amy was absolutely intoxicated.

While he definitely reacted more as Amy grew closer to his armpits, Amy found herself spending much more time around Jake's lower ribs. Something about that spot, the way the giggles just spilled out of Jake's mouth, the way he leant his head back so carefree, the way his hands gently gripped her wrists but never pushed her away (even though he definitely could). She was completely enamoured.

"You're adorable." Amy murmured before she could catch herself, taking a sharp breath when she realised she had said it out loud.

"Ahehehehames!" Jake laughed, ducking his head in embarrassment.

Grinning in relief that he either hadn't noticed or was too ticklish to care, Amy continued her soft syncopated two-fingered squeezes against Jake's stomach. This was even better than she imagined. And she was fully prepared to continue, until the sound of footsteps thumped outside the door.

Shit, how long had they been in there? The pair locked eyes, all mirth fading from Jake's as he took a much more worried demeanor at the risk of being discovered. Amy glanced at her watch - 1:52pm.

They had been in there for almost an hour? It had felt like 20 minutes... Probably even less to Jake.

Amy stood, offering a hand to Jake who clumsily took it - still a little too giggle drunk to stand on his own.

"I'll let you get back to work." She grinned on her way out.

Jake wasn't the only one who had work to do, as it was officially time for Amy to spread the word. And who better to start with than Terry.

It was such an obvious transition, Amy didn't have to think twice. Of all the people at the 99, he was the best balance of secret keeping without judgement. So as soon as Amy saw him, she pulled him aside into one of the interrogation cells.

"What's the matter?" Terry asked, immediate concern washing over his voice.

Amy pulled a slightly awkward face, perhaps she should have rehearsed this a little before jumping straight in.

Well, no use thinking about it now.

"Nothing's wrong." She began. "It's just about Jake."

Terry relaxed, half-sitting half-leaning against the table. "I've noticed he's been plowing through his work ever since Gina talked to him."

Amy nodded. "I figured out how she did it."

"And?" His eyes widened with intrigue.

She took a breath. "It's... He..."

Terry gave her a look of encouragement.

"Tickling."

There was a pause. And in that moment every cell of Amy's brain screamed into panic mode. Maybe she was wrong about Terry being one to tell? Maybe she was wrong about everyone? Would they all find it weird that Jake liked getting tickled? Would they all find it weird that she liked tickling him? Has she completely ruine-

Terry began to laugh.

Not in a ridiculing way, or even a nervous way. A genuine, entertained laugh.

"What?" Amy said, the panic still bubbling in the back of her throat.

"That is possible the most Jake answer I've ever heard." Terry said. "It makes total sense."

Amy breathed a sigh of relief. "It's definitely very Jake." She admitted with a smile.

"So," Terry cocked an eyebrow. "Have you tried out this method yet?"

Amy blushed slightly. "Uh... well, yes."

"And how did it go?"

After a conversation that lasted much longer than it should have - mostly due to Amy doting on Jake's reactions the whole time - Terry was more than eager to participate.

As the workload slowed growing closer to clock-off time, and the traffic within the compound faded to a trickle, Amy and Terry waited (rather impatiently) at their desks for Jake to return.

It was practically a ghost town, the perfect setup for their little attack, by the time Jake came back to his desk. He locked eyes with Amy, a glint of nervous excitement flickering across his pupils, and sat down. Completely missing the 6 foot 2 figure lurking behind him.

"So Jake." Terry said, having successfully snuck up behind the man. "Amy's just let me in on your little secret."

Jake's face burned, knowing exactly who it was without even turning around. Honestly, with the number of times he had gone red recently it was a miracle his face hadn't permanently stayed that way.

"And I'm keen to find out if what she's said is true." Terry continued, placing his hands on Jake's shoulders.

Jake's mouth squirmed in an anticipatory smile. Amy simply leant back in her chair, ready and eager to watch the show.

With more speed than expected for a man of his stature, Terry skewered his hands under Jake's armpits and lifted. Jake let out a shriek as his legs dangled above the chair he was sitting at moments ago, before descending into laughter as Terry's fingers started worming around his underarms.

It looked like the opening to the Lion King - just with much more laughter from this Simba. Terry conducted his tickling with the skill of a well seasoned Dad - as expected from a man with 3 daughters. Jake was unravelling in front of Amy's eyes, but he still had that huge smile on his face that let her know he was loving every second.

"Aw Jake this is adorable!" Terry cooed, unable to stop himself from dropping the tough guy facade he had put on moments ago.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Jake squealed, his legs thrashing in every possible direction to relieve some of the ticklish torture that Terry was putting him through. "Saharge plehehease!"

"I can't believe I didn't know about this sooner!" Terry teased, beaming a smile in Amy's direction as he lowered Jake closer to himself. Trapping the man against his chest, he snaked his hands around Jake's still wriggling body, swapping what armpit each hand was attacking.

As Terry began to claw at the edge of Jake's pectoral muscles, Jake cackled. His body seized up, before slumping forwards into a pitiful attempt at a protective curl.

Terry's dreaded bear hug had him almost completely spent. Jake's laughter was becoming breathy, and his energetic thrashing had completely faded to the occasional twitch in his limp body when Terry hit a good spot.

"Ok Sarge I think he's had enough..." Amy said with a touch of concern, a soft smile still stuck on her face from watching Jake laugh.

Terry scrunched his face with a frown, obviously not quite finished with Jake yet. But, noticing just how tired the poor guy was, he slowly placed Jake back into his chair. Without a word (aside from the giggles still trickling out of his mouth), Jake folded his arms on the desk and resting his forehead on top.

"Are you alright?" Amy asked with a laugh.

Jake responded with a meek nod of his head. Amy didn't have to see his face to know there was still a bright beam of a smile splitting his cheeks.

Terry softly ruffled Jake's hair for a moment. "That wasn't too far, was it?"

Jake snickered in embarrassment. At Terry's worried face, Amy shook her head with a smile.

"I think that means it was great Sarge." Amy laughed.

Relieved, Terry patted Jake's shoulders. "I'll leave you two to pack up then."

Amy nodded, mouthing a 'Thank You' as Terry backed towards the elevator. He simply nodded, before turning to leave.

Over the next few days, while Amy contemplated who to tell next, she noticed that Jake had picked up some more errands for the Sergeant. And, with Terry being Terry, each time Jake put a paper or file on his desk for him Terry would give him a friendly poke or squeeze in the side and a few teases as an accompaniment. Each time Jake would walk sheepishly away from the desk, but his smile was unmistakable.

But the more public displays of Jake's reward method came with much higher risk of discovery. And of course, the most eagle-eyed member of the force picked up on the change pretty quickly.

On her way to the restroom, Amy noticed Rosa and Terry having quite the one-sided discussion in the briefing room. While initially she wasn't going to interfere, when Terry flashed her a 'help me' look she had no other option.

"Is everything alright?" Amy asked cautiously, moving through the doorway and standing next to Terry.

Rosa looked at Amy for a moment. "Do you have any idea why Sarge has been tickling Jake recentl-?"

"I tried to tell her it was just for fun!" Terry interjected, a slightly panicked look on his face.

Amy laughed. "It's alright, Jake's ok with people knowing."

Rosa raised an eyebrow curiously.

"It's the best way we- well, Gina - found to motivate him." Amy glanced at Terry briefly, who nodded alongside her.

"I thought he was working weirdly well..." Rosa considered for a moment, before giving a small chuckle. "Cute."

Amy and Terry shared another look, this time smiling softly.

Without another word, Rosa walked off with a smirk. Straight over to the man of the hour.

"Jake." Rosa gave him an inverted nod as she stopped next to his desk.

"Diaz, what's up." Jake replied, not looking up from his work.

"Amy told me about your tickling thing."

Jake lurched, caught off guard by the casualness of Rosa just announcing it. He struggled to get words out, some way to explain himself.

"It's fine you know." She grinned. "It's cute."

Jake blushed even more, bashfully scratching the back of his head.

"So." She continued, holding out a thin binder. "Reckon you could finish off this patrol report for me?"

Without meeting her eyeline, Jake nodded and took it from her hand.

"Thanks." She smirked, running her fingernails up the back of his neck a few times as she walked away.

Jake's shoulders twitched before relaxing into the sensations. As he began to read through the documents, a hand shielding his eyes from any onlookers, his mouth curled into a shy smile.

This continued over the course of the day. Rosa would hand Jake something to fill out or give him a task to do, and gently tickle the back of his neck each time. While Amy first assumed Jake would be disappointed by the lack of stimulation, she quickly realized he was almost glad of Rosa's near incognito method of delivery. Amongst Amy's, Terry's and Gina's exhausting sessions of what most would consider tickle torture, Rosa's soft scratches during team meetings or brief skitters as they crossed paths in the hall seemed to bring a sense of normalcy and casualness to the whole process. And those little ticklish appetizers seemed to keep Jake engaged and on task throughout the day between bouts of playful attacks from the others.

It was the perfect system. And though there was an element of 'if it ain't broke don't fix it', Amy knew the others would probably find out eventually. So better for her to fill them in, especially Charles.

"Why has Jake never told me?!" Charles exclaimed when Amy finally broke the news to him over a food truck hamburger.

"Well..." Amy grinded her teeth for a moment, looking for the best way to explain herself (or more accurately, explain Jake). "He's a little embarrassed about the whole thing, he didn't tell anyone about it himself."

"Who else knows?"

"Uh." Amy froze. "Only me, Gina, Rosa and... Terry..."

Charles scoffed indignantly. "So almost everyone else except for me."

"This is about Jake ok!" Amy interrupted, giving him a stern look.

And clearly it worked, as Charles calmed himself almost immediately.

"Of course." He said quietly.

"So." Amy continued. "If you see him working feel free to tickle the crap out of him OK?"

Charles grinned. "Oh I look forward to it."

With the newly accepted fact of both Jake's ticklishness, and his affinity towards it, Charles had a ridiculously easy time picking his moment of attack.

Jake had just finished his first coffee of the day, and was about to begin making his second when Charles approached him.

"We have to talk." Charles stated, using every ounce of self control to keep a stern face for his master plan.

Jake turned, worry reeling through his mind. "Yeah, of course man."

Charles gestured out of the kitchen and towards the break room. Jake naively followed, unaware of what was about to go down.

The second the door closed behind them, Charles tackled Jake onto the floor.

"Charles?!" He shrieked as the pair fell to the ground, Jake lying face down and Charles on top of him.

Without another word, Charles dug into his best friend's hips. The reaction he got was more than he ever expected.

"WAHAHAHAIT!" Jake cackled, thrashing awkwardly from side to side while trying to bring his hands down to pull Charles' off.

"How come you never told me?!" Charles interrogated, squeezing his way up Jake's sides and back down to those awfully ticklish hip bones.

"CHAHAHARLES PLEHEHEASE!"

"After all our years of friendship..." He continued, sitting more upright and attacking the muscle on Jake's back - just behind his ribs.

The poor man squealed in response, legs bouncing on the floor behind them.

"Did it all mean nothing?" The overly dramatic flair in Charles' voice soaked his words in playful sarcasm.

"CHAHAHARLES!" Jake begged, half managing to roll on his side until his attacker clawed at his belly enough to make him twist face down again.

"The betrayal!"

"I'M SOHORRY!"

Charles grinned. "How can i take this apology seriously when youre laughing?!"

At that, Jake's hands went from trying to fend off the tickling to hiding his poor face. "CHAHARLES PLEHEHEASE!"

"No can do jakey!" He tutted, but decided to have a little mercy on his poor friend. He slowed his fingers to a soft spider walk - just enough to keep Jake laughing but allowing the man to catch his breath.

"Chaharles... I... Please..." Jake giggled out, still not showing his face. "Lemme gohoho..."

"Nuh uh." Charles shook his head, not that Jake could see that. "You've been working far too hard this week for me to let you go that easily!"

Jake let out a giggly groan. "Nohohot youhou tohohoo!"

"What? You want me to stop?" Charles asked, a cheeky smirk across his face.

As his hands came to a stop, he watched the cogs in Jake's brain turn. Would he admit out loud that he wanted more? Or would he cave to his embarrassed state and stop the fun? Charles mentally crossed his fingers that he had made the right choice.

"fne..." Jake mumbled into the floor.

"What was that Jakey? I couldn't hear you?" Charles teased, pushing every button he could to get more of a reaction from Jake. God it was fun flustering his friend.

"... i said fine..." He repeated.

Charles couldn't help but let out a titter. "Still got nothing Jake."

"Chaaarles..." Jake groaned again, still covering his face (which Charles could only assume was the colour of tomato soup).

"Jaaaaaake." He mimicked. "Come on buddy, do you want to keep going?"

Jake shuffled a little under Charles weight, before nodding his head.

Charles let out a gasp of happiness, before clawing into the muscles on Jake's back.

"ACK WAHAHAIT!" Jake arched backwards, before crashing down against the floor again. He squirmed helplessly as Charles conducted the most pointy, ticklish massage he had ever endured.

Poor Jake was stuck at Charles' mercy for at least 30 minutes, before the detective finally released him. He flipped over and lay there on his back, gasping for air on the ground.

"So how was that?" Charles asked, elongating the last word in an unbearably teasy tone.

"Screhew you Chaharles." Jake grinned, covering his eyes with his forearms.

"Love you too buddy."

Life at the precinct had never been smoother. Hitchcock and Scully had the excellent idea to log Jake's work into a group-wide 'tickle tally chart' (Terry's prototype name that ended up sticking), which only prompted more work from the now unstoppable detective.

While the major displays of rewarding Jake's efforts were left to the more private hours of the work week, the building was more than familiar with the occasional shriek or giggle fit if someone had the opportunity to thank Jake in passing.

And, his closest friends definitely didn't shy away from teasing the poor man every chance they got - and, to be quite honest, Jake absolutely soaked up the attention.

"Ey look who's here!" Gina announced as Jake waltzed into the bullpen.

"Coffee for m'lady." He bowed, before handing Gina her starbucks cup. "And a donut for ma boy."

Charles gave a generous smile before eagerly tucking in.

"Damn." Rosa chuckled. "Really racking up those points today, huh Peralta."

Jake's mouth moved but no solid words came out, his confident swagger fading quickly.

"Now that you mention it, who is on jake duty today?" Gina blinked, looking around the room.

"Ginaaa!" Jake whined.

Terry grinned. "That would be me."

"You guys are so mean!"

"Oh Jake?" Amy asked genuinely, breaking the teasing tension that had been rising. "Don't forget you need to book your dentist appointment today."

Jake gave her a puzzled look, a little relieved she wasn't going to continue his torment but also a little disappointed. "How do you know about that?"

Amy rolled her eyes and gestured to his desk. "For the first time in your life you're actually using your desk calendar?"

"Oh... Thanks..." Jake muttered, moving towards his seat.

Amy tilted her head towards him. "So...?"

Jake groaned. "I have to do it now?"

"You do if you want tickles." Rosa smirked from behind him.

Caught off guard again, Jake spluttered out some semblance of an attempt at a sentence, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. The team's coos and teases about Jake's immediate reaction drove him to seek refuge in the copy room (plus some peace and quiet wasn't the worst thing for a phone call).

As he made his escape, Jake popped his head into Holt's office on his way through. He might as well check in and see if he was needed for anything before making his call.

"Anything I can do for you Captain?" Jake asked, leaning against the doorframe. Helpfulness seemed to be his default state these days, and who could blame him? He was hooked on the reward it seemed to get him, and it definitely helped to keep work flowing smoothly.

"You know Peralta," Holt began, folding his hands on the desk.

Jake tilted his chin up in acknowledgment, ready to accept whatever job he would be given.

"If you want to be tickled you can just ask."

#yet another fic that lives in my head rent free #SO FREAKING CUTE #gina being all-knowing about jake >#everyone finding jake too cute to ever stop tickling >#ugh every single trope in this is top of the line this is so cute #b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #ticklish!jake #jess’s faves

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tickletastic · 27 days

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master of illusion

hgrej i just knew as soon as i saw ffh that i needed peter/mysterio tickles so, TADA!! i don’t like the ending but!!! whateverrrr

summary: winding down after a long day, the last thing that peter expected was to get tickled by a freaking illusion; especially not in front of his best friend and his crush… hilarity ensues. ( takes place during ffh so spoilers ahead! )

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#obsessed w the idea of peter having a specific tickle laugh and ned knowing exactly where he’s being tickled based on it #a masterpiece #jess’s faves #ticklish!peter #ticklish!peter parker #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones

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tickletastic · 27 days

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Jess? having taste? Who knew

oh fuck OFF

#lovingly of course #yes i have taste #😒#anon #ask

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Hannibal: A Little Less Different

This fic can also be found on my AO3, where it was first posted, here.

As much as I adore all the art that’s out there for Hannigram, I really don’t feel comfortable writing for them. So instead I chose my other OTP, Will and Beverly! I seriously love their dynamic. So, enjoy!

Pairing: Will & Beverly (platonic)

Words: 2075

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It wasn’t so much shame as it was embarrassment that Will Graham felt while sitting at FBI headquarters mere yards away from the morgue. Or was he closer than that? Yardage didn’t matter. A probe was gently stuck into his right ear, bringing Will back to this present moment momentarily. It was an uncomfortable sensation. This physical reminded him of why he doesn’t like doctors. Why take the physical at FBI headquarters, one might ask?

Will got hurt on their last catch. It was no one’s fault, Will tried to reassure. There was a fleeting moment of uncertainty where Will experienced time-lapse, and he fell into a ditch. That was the first instance. While facing off with the killer, he was thrown into the corner of a mantle. Scathed but alive, that’s what Jack called it. As much as Will demanded he be given leave to go home and heal, Jack wanted to make sure there was nothing more seriously wrong with him. It was his leg and back right behind his ribs that were the main sources of pain. Typical injuries and soreness, in Will’s head. But Jack gave him that look and, well, here we are now.

“Lie down for me, please.”

Beverly’s calm voice resonated in Will’s head as he obeyed her instruction. He’d just gone through the vitals checks, passing each with flying colors, he was sure. Will shivered when his bare back touched the icy metal table. Now he felt like he belonged in the morgue. A very corpse-like feeling encompassed him as the metal chilled his skin and likewise, he warmed the metal.

“Will.”

Will’s eyes focused on Beverly. She clearly had just said something to him and had gotten no response.

“I said loosen up a bit.”

“The table’s cold.”

Beverly smirked, “I saw you shiver. Relax.”

“In this position, am I wrong to have a fear that you’ll start cutting into me?”

“Your only fear right now should be not listening to my instructions.”

Will smiled. He was put at ease. Beverly rested her hands on Will’s belly and started pressing around. Will could feel her cold hands through her latex gloves, but that wasn’t his only thought as he sharply inhaled and grunted. Beverly paused and looked at Will’s face. Having not worked as frequently with living subjects, she feared she was being too rough. She was checking for injury, after all, so maybe she hit a sore spot. She proceeded with slightly gentler touches. But again, Will tensed.

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#the only hannibal tk fic i found during my rewatch #and can i say #i would not want any other fic to be the only one #beverly and will had such a good dynamic #hannibal #will graham #beverly katz #ticklish!will #jess’s faves

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Laugh More

A/N: It has been just a little bit, but I got swallowed by work and just life, so we’ll ignore it. Anyways, I’m more than delighted to come back with a NYSM fic, there just isn’t enough content for the Horsemen. Speaking of, thank you to @potatohater for prompting this little fic. Hopefully you don’t mind it being a little bit softer, I just love the dynamic of picked family/older brother and younger brother.

It started small, small enough for Daniel to just push it off as Jack being annoying. A quick poke here and there, not frequent enough for him to even see a pattern. Jack just couldn’t help himself, though, he had to start poking Daniel more often, and he had to start squeezing Daniel’s sides whenever he reached up, he had to scribble across Daniel’s soles whenever they were on the coffee table. After a few weeks of this, Atlas simply couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Why!?” The curly haired man screeched after receiving yet another set of pokes for seemingly no reason.

“Why what?” Jack asked, feigning innocence, knowing how much it’ll annoy Atlas.

“What do you mean why wh-” he paused to glare at the younger boy. “I hate you, I hope you know that.”

“You love me~” he teased with a small smirk as his hand flew to the street magician’s stomach to buzz into the muscle. Daniel jumped back with a squeal, trying in earnest to cover it up with a quick cough.

“Quit doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m going to murder you.”

“Please, you’re all talk, we both know it.”

“Shut up. Plus you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Why?”

“Why wh-”

Daniel cut him off before this little roundabout conversation could go any further. “Why do you keep tickling me all the time?” Jack stood for a moment and pondered as to whether or not he should actually tell him.

“You just don’t really laugh, but when you do you sound so happy!” Jack’s face turned a shade redder before he mumbled out the rest of his statement. “I like when you sound happy and I wanted to make it happen more.” Daniel’s eyes softened at the younger boy and he smiled, pulling him closer to ruffle his hair.

"I think I laugh a lot, thank you,” He started, the smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But I’m not gonna stop you if you want to make it happen a little more often.” Jack looked the equivalent to a puppy who just got told they’re getting a treat. “Hey don’t get too excited, or I’ll have to start getting you back,” Daniel teased, reaching out to pinch Jack’s sides. The con artist squeaked and grabbed Daniel’s hands.

“I’m not the one who needs to laugh more! You are!” Daniel didn’t say anything, simply reached around to try to prod at Wilder’s ribs. In retaliation, Jack reached for Daniel’s sides. The two of them wrestled around for several minutes. Choruses of giggles from the both of them echoed through the house until Jack was finally able to pin Daniel down.

It was certainly a sight to see, the two of them breathing heavily, smiles plastered across both of their faces, and a blush that spread to their ears.

“I win,” Jack taunted, pinning Daniel’s arms up above his head with one arm.

“Yeah yeah yeah, you can let me go now.”

“Mmmm I don’t think so. I told you, you need to laugh more,” as he said it, he started lowering his hand towards the older man’s stomach

“Nonononohohohohohoho!” Jack couldn’t help but absolutely beam at Daniel. He loved nothing more than making him laugh uncontrollably for a little while. He started vibrating into the sensitive tummy, making Daniel cackle.

After a couple minutes, Jack started getting bored of doing the exact same thing over and over again. He stopped for just a minute so that he could begin rolling up Atlas’ shirt.

“Ohohokay you got me to laugh now let me go,” Daniel practically whined, weakly tugging on his arms.

“Mmm not yet, you still haven’t laughed enough for the tickle monster’s liking.”

“Don’t call yourself thaHAHAHAHAT HEHEHEHEY!” Before Daniel could finish, Jack started massaging his ribs. Daniel kicked his feet and tugged at his arms much more aggressively than before. Usually he could take the tickling on his ribs fine, but without the protection of his shirt, he couldn’t handle it. Jack was absolutely giddy at the discovery of just how much damage his fingers can do.

“But what if I just start…” he trailed off, slowly climbing his fingers upwards towards Daniel’s “favorite” spot.

“JAHAHAHACK PLEHEHEHEASE ANYWHERE BUHUT THEHERE!” Jack stopped his fingers abruptly, slowly dragging them back down the older man’s torso.

“As you wish.” Daniel, somewhat bewilderedly, couldn’t do anything but giggle when Jack started pinching away at his hips. His thumbs drilled into them, rubbing small circles making Daniel buck up every time.

“Mmmmm I’m starting to get bored,” the young magician warned, starting to climb his fingers again.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI CAHAHANT!!” Daniel begged again, trying so desperately to get his arms out of Jack’s grasp.

“Hmm too bad.” With that, Jack dug into Daniel’s underarms, scribbling away as fast as he could manage. Immediately, Daniel went silent with laughter. The tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes came faster than either of them liked. His already red face darkened several more shades. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to continue pulling at his arms, he just had to lie there and pray for mercy.

Jack only tickled him for about a minute more, too afraid Daniel would literally explode to continue. As soon as Jack let go, Daniel’s arms came crashing down as he worked his way through the rest of the residual giggles.

“Dihihi I laugh enough for you?”

“Mmm not quite, but I’m sure I’ll get the rest later when you don’t look like a tomato’s twin.” Daniel glared at the young boy before continuing.

“You know, I don’t quite remember what your laugh sounds like. I think I need to find out.”

“N-no I don’t think we need to find anything out.” Jack managed to stutter out as he slowly backed away from Daniel.

“Oh no, we definitely do,” Daniel argued, standing up to grab the dark haired boy. Jack couldn’t help the cheshire grin that spread across his face as he sprinted away, hearing the thundering footsteps following close behind him.

#anything xander writes is automatically one of my faves #but the NOW YOU SEE ME FICS #UGH SO FREAKING CUTE #and there’s like no fics for it #as a lesbian who went through a huge jesse eisenberg/now you see me phase #SO GOOD #IM FED #jess’s faves #lee! daniel atlas #now you see me

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The Tickle Monster is Ticklish

Word count: 1,047

Fandom: IT

Ship: Hinted Reddie, Hinted Stenbrough

A/N: Thank you to @coolcactidude for this prompt! I hope you enjoy!

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The clubhouse had cleared out by three members now, leaving only Richie, Eddie, Stan and Bill together.

Richie sat sat crosslegged with a comic open in his hands, tongue poking between his teeth in concentration. Behind him, sat Eddie, reading over Richie’s shoulder, resting his head in the crook of his neck. It was Stan’s turn in the hammock, so that’s where he resided, holding his bird book above his head as he read through the pages, taking in every intricate detail about the common redpoll.

And bill - to put it simply - was bored. Even with Richie around, the room was unnaturally quiet, and he had nothing to do. No books, no games, not even his Walkman. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Careful not to make a sound, he snuck up behind Eddie, before tasing both of his sides from behind with a grin. This resulted in a shriek from the shorter of the two, before he burst into shrilly and frantic laughter, pushing Bill’s hands away.

The sudden loud noise caused the other two both to jump, and Richie to raise a hand to his ear on the side of which Eddie had been resting his head. “Blimey, old chap! You’ll deafen is all if ya keep that up!” Richie told Eddie in a terrible british accent, which leant more towards Australian than it did british.

Bill stopped after a few moments, not wanting to push the asthmatics boundaries and cause him to have an Asthma attack.

Eddie, completely embarrassed, sat up, rubbing at his sides where the sensation had just been. His cheeks were flushed red and he quickly shuffled back over to Richie, looking down. And Richie couldn’t get enough of how adorable Eddie looked like that.

“Say, I don’t think any of us have ever gotten revenge on old Billy boy for all the times he’s tickled us lot..” Richie smirked, eyes now drawn completely away from his comic book and resting on Bill’s.

“That’s because we all fear what he’ll do to us when we’re done...” Eddie mumbled.

“Not if you get his lower ribs,” Stan stated completely calmly from the hammock, not a waver in his voice.

Richie’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Is that so~?” His voice was menacing and teasing, holding almost a tone of threat.

Bill’s cheeks were now an even darker shade of red than Eddie’s. “S-s-s-stan! You swore you’d keep that s-secret!” He hissed at the curly haired boy, who seemed completely unfazed by Bill’s whining.

“Aha! So it is true!” Richie grinned, turning his body completely around to face Bill, now backing him into the corner. Eddie followed right at his side, a smirk even more evil than Richie’s, which was definitely something to fear.

“N-n-no!” Bill attempted to protest, though he was already grinning and anticipation giggles were pouring from his lips.

“Y-y-yes!” Richie mocked, before launching forward and in one swift motion, tackled him into a lying position. Eddie moves just as fast as Richie, grabbing Bill’s flailing arms and pinning them down to the floor, above his head.

Bill barely even had a chance to try and talk his way out of it; Richie was already digging his fingers into the stuttering boy’s ribs.

A shriek, even higher and louder than Eddie’s had been just less than five minutes ago, sounded in the air, followed by fits of hysterical giggles.

The losers had heard Bill laugh before, but never like this. His laughter was hoarse, like his voice were about to crack, and it had an almost childlike quality to it.

“Ahhh! So the tickle monster is ticklish, Hmm~?” Richie teased, but was only met with more laughter.

He wriggled and squirmed under Richie’s evil touch, letting out the occasional squeal when Eddie felt brave and strong enough to flutter his fingers under his arms.

The tickling on his ribs soon moved further down to his sides, where Bill’s giggles died down, giving him a chance to catch his breath a little.

“If you’re looking to make him scream, try his knees,” Stan remarked in that same, flat tone.

Bill’s eyes widened. “Fuhuck y-y-yohohou Stan- aaAHAHAHAHA-!”

Stan’s brain was on autopilot. “Not right now, dear-“ he responded, before his eyes went wide and it was his turn for his cheeks to tint pink. A hand slapped over his mouth as if it would help the words that had just left his lips be silenced. Lucky for him, they weren’t silenced by his hands, but drowned out by Bill’s hysterical laughter as Richie squeezed at the flesh just above his knees.

“BAAAAAHAHA! R-R-RUH-R-AAAHAHAHA!” His stutter grew too heavy to speak and his loud laughter interrupted his sentence. He wasn’t even really sure what he was going to say, but all his mind was screaming at him was that this sensation was unbearable.

Bill’s laughter grew silent after a little too long, and Richie took this as his queue to stop. Eddie followed suit, releasing Bill’s pinned arms.

Instantly, Bill curled up on himself, residual giggles pouring from his lips and hair falling in his face.

Then, silence again.

Until...

“Hic!”

Heads turned to Bill again, and there was another pause.

“Hic!”

Bill had caught the hiccups from laughing too hard.

All three of the other’s cooed at how cute it was, only causing Bill’s cheeks to turn an impossible shade of pink. “Sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hic!”

“You’re just too cute, big Bill,” Richie grinned, messing up his hair before standing and sitting back where he had before, picking up his comic. But before he continued reading, he had to ask a burning question.

“Hey Stan?” Richie asked.

“Mm?”

“How did you know all of Bill’s weak spots?” He asked.

“That’s not all of them. His tummy and neck are super sensitive to raspberries,” Stan stated plainly again, not even looking away from his book.

“Noted,” Richie grinned, eyes darting briefly over to the flustered boy still curled up in the corner, catching his breath. Then he looked back to stan. “But, how do you know that?”

There was the slightest pause.

“Private tickle fights,” Stan responded. And for the first time Richie had seen that evening, a flicker of a smile flashed over the Jew’s face. Just for a moment.

#stan just revealing bill’s spots without even thinking is so cute #knowing someone enough and using it to completely (harmelessly) embarrass them #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #bill denbrough #ticklish!bill #jess’s faves

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tickletastic · 27 days

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Try

A/N: (Hello! Haven’t been round here in a while, but it’s still lovely; you’re still lovely. And here’s a dual thank-you-for-filling-my-late-it-cravings and I-miss-stan-he-deserves-some-fix-it-fluff-too thoughts. Hope you’re having a good one!!)

This is so cute!! I loved it, thank you for submitting!! - Raspberry xo

There was a time in Stan’s life where he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen someone get tickled. It might happen occasionally; a poke here or there to accent a point or get someone to shift away. Then Richie decided he rather liked tickling, and well—

It’s not like any of the Losers had a lot of say when Richie wanted something.

But it wasn’t horrible, as much as Stan might’ve feared anyway. When half their time dissolved into wrestling matches, tussling and rolling around the carpet of Bill’s room, the addition of some wandering, wiggling fingers just meant less bruising (most of the time) and more laughing (all of the time).

This was probably due to the fact that the group, surprisingly or not, knew a lot about each person’s limits, even without saying so.

Richie didn’t have any, first of all. He was as content with ticklish tracing down his back as he was getting pinned to the ground and thoroughly taken apart. Of course, none of the Losers went full overboard or anything nasty, but even the more sadistic times they could remember left Richie cherry red and teary-eyed, beaming long after the tickling had stopped.

On the other side of the spectrum, Stan would have to put himself.

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#everyone moved on but i stayed here #i always come back to this fic it’s so cute #stan and bill’s dynamic 🥺#stanley uris #bill denbrough #stenbrough #it #i love fics where a character is discovered as ticklish #BUT EVEN MORE WHEN THE CHARACTER DOESNT KNOW IF THEYRE TICKLISH #ugh this is so freaking cute #jess’s faves

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Every Adventure Needs Some Smores

Summary: The Enterprise crew comes across an unknown planet on their five year mission. The occupants of this planet have a liking for certain playful touches. Fortunately, so does the captain.

Word Count:3,816 words (ten pages)

PART TWO (x) and PART THREE (x)

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#literally the cutest????#like jim just being able to let go and let it happen without embarrassment????#jess’s faves #ticklish!jim #ticklish!bones #ticklish!mccoy #ticklish!kirk #ticklish!spock #jim kirk

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In Front of Them

a/n: finally finished!! i'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, even if it ended up a looot longer; also just tagging @ticklishraspberries @veryblushyswitch @nhasablogg @happyandticklish and @ticklepinions who i think might enjoy

Summary: Sequel to the Not In Front of Them drabble, the gang find out about Nick's ticklish secret...

(Heartstopper; Charlie/Nick, Tara/Darcy, Elle/Tao, Isaac)

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"Is he still sleeping?"

Hushed voices and dim morning light. The heaviness of sleep still lingered in the air of the spacious living room of the Nelson residence. The grey autumn sky painted the walls in a faint blue hue.

"I mean, it's barely eight," Charlie answered in a hushed voice, checking the time on his phone.

"Yeah, Darce, not everyone wakes up at the crack of dawn like they have coffee pumping through their veins."

Darcy gasped dramatically and pummeled her girlfriend with her stuffed elephant. Charlie had to bury his mouth in the crook of his arm to keep from laughing out loud.

It was nice having the two girls as part of their friend group now. It almost felt like they had been around all along. Plus, Elle finally had someone to discuss all of the topics with that the boys had just been hopeless at the last couple years.

Pillows and blankets and duvets lay, generously scattered, across the floor. Charlie couldn't remember at what point the movie night transitioned to the sleep-over part of the stay.

He initially woke to whimsical music playing over seemingly eternal end credits. Groggy and blearily he hunted down the remote, swallowed by the covers. Once the room fell silent and dark, Charlie shoved the remote behind some pillow and cuddled up to the warm body beside him. Nick briefly stirred awake from being kneed in the thigh. A couple of hushed words were exchanged before the dark enveloped not only their bodies but their minds, once more. A few hours later, the sound of a whispered conversation and giggling drang through to Charlie; although, for all he knew, it might as well had been minutes by how foggy his brain felt. The three girls sat huddled in a circle, each bundled up under their blankets and phones in their hands. Knowing that going back to sleep wasn't going to happen, Charlie sat up, gently smiling back at the girls as they took notice of him. His eyes briefly fell on Nick, making his stomach flutter at the mere sight of him; untidy hair, crumpled tshirt, expression of blissful oblivion. Charlie felt the overwhelming urge to just grab his face and kiss him until they were both breathless, but instead he let the older boy sleep some more; there would be plenty of time for kissing later. He picked up Nick's discarded jumper and pulled it over his own long-sleeve shirt, his scent wrapping around him like one of Nick's hugs, before flipping over onto his stomach and settling down at the foot end of the couch to join the girls. Elle offered to make them all tea and forced Tao awake to keep her company while Isaac volunteered to tag along to help them carry the cups back in a bit. The faintest clatter of ceramic and muffled voices billowed in from the kitchen a few moments later.

"I think that should be a thing though," Darcy spoke, leaning against the base of the couch and hugging her elephant to her chest. "Caffeine infusions. They would change the world."

"Isn't that what coffee already does, though?" Charlie pointed out with a chuckle.

Tara shook her head. "You're not really going to use reason to argue with her, are you?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows as he thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. My bad."

"Hey!"

"Shh."

"Hey."

Charlie heard the faintest rustle of the duvet beside him as Nick stirred some.

"Did I wake him?" Darcy whispered, placing a hand over her mouth.

Charlie shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He can be a pretty heavy sleeper."

"You sure? What if he's just faking to listen in to our super secret conversation."

"About your genius medical invention?"

Charlie looked at the blonde for a second with a knowing smile. He really shouldn't. Nick had specifically asked him not to, and he should respect that. And would it not be more fun to keep the secret just for a bit longer? But it was true, they would find out sooner or later. And if it was up to Charlie, he definitely preferred sooner.

Slowly, he moved his hand to the socked foot poking out from under the covers. His fingertips grazed against its sole lightly. Anticipating a kick or something worse, he ducked his head, but the only reaction he got was a tiny twitch of the toes.

"Hm," Charlie hummed, retracting his hand again. "He's definitely asleep."

Darcy looked up at him, her mouth ajar. "Charlie Spring, have you been withholding valuable information from us?"

"Oh, no," Tara chuckled.

Charlie bit his lip, looking back and forth between the two girls, then shrugged a little. "Perhaps. He made me promise not to tell any of you. At least not yet. I think he just doesn't want everyone finding out all at once."

Tara snorted. "It's like his coming out all over again."

Darcy was practically bouncing with excitement and Charlie wondered if he should have waited a while longer. "So, how bad is he, then?"

Charlie's face broke out into a grin. "Oh, really bad. You know, I'm quite bad, but he-..." He shook his head, not able to think of the right words. "And sometimes he gets really embarrassed about how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. It's really cute."

"You know you're gonna have to give us a demonstration now, don't you?" Darcy demanded, getting to her knees.

Charlie glanced over his shoulder at the lump beside him. Hearing his giggles sounded like just the thing right about now. "Fine, but you didn't hear anything from me."

Darcy made a motion of locking up her lips and throwing away the key as Charlie pushed himself up.

He turned around, leaned over and placed his hands by either side of Nick's head, hovering over his sleeping form. A trail of gentle, warm kisses started at the temple, passed over the jaw and ended by the soft, sensitive skin below the ear.

A sleepy whine broke through the air.

"It's time to wake up, sleepy head," Charlie mumbled in a low voice.

Already the first lazy giggle broke free. Warm breath, the vibrations of his voice plus soft lips brushing against his skin; Nick's shoulders scrunched up practically on their own accord. "Mh-mh."

Charlie smiled. This was going to be a lot cuter than he had expected. Perhaps he was not going to regret letting his secret slip after all. "No? But how am I supposed to kiss you when you're still sleeping?"

There was a beat of silence as Nick's barely conscious mind tried to work out a solution. His head turned towards Charlie with pursed lips, ready to intercept any incoming kisses.

Charlie snorted and leaned down for a quick peck. "There. Propper kisses are for conscious boys only."

Nick pouted and made the softest whining sound Charlie had ever heard. Charlie leaned down again, seeing Nick's pout fade as the older boy could feel him move closer. But instead of pressing their lips together again, Charlie brushed his fingers against Nick's neck.

With a flail of an arm, which followed a surprised snort, Charlie was knocked over. His fingers were quick to return to their target though and after just a few seconds of squirming and whiny protests, Charlie ended up with Nick's head in his lap.

Still sleepy and uncoordinated, Nick pushed at Charlie's hands, especially whenever they kept creeping down towards his collarbones. Not that they were any more sensitive than the rest of his neck, but it was all his groggy mind could think of to do.

Finally showing mercy, Charlie halted his assault and took ahold of Nick's wrists so he knew he didn't have to fight him anymore, and simply held on.

Nick's eyes fluttered open to a cheery, upside down grin. "Hi," Charlie greeted.

"You're awful." Nick's voice was a little gravelly but held no actual detest.

"Really? Because it seemed like you were enjoying yourself a second ago."

A sheepish blush. "Shut up."

Another grin. "You're cute."

"You're lucky I like you."

Charlie bit his lip to hide his smirk, nodding slowly. "Yeah, about that. Remember what you said to me last night? About not wanting anyone to find out just yet?"

Nick blinked, flying through the events of the previous evening as he tried to place this specific conversation. Before he could reach the answer himself, however, somebody was already climbing onto the couch.

"Well, looks like someone found out, Nelson." Darcy practically threw herself onto the rugby player as his eyes widened with sudden realisation.

"Just remember that you love me," Charlie called out over Nick's giddy pleading, tugging his arms up out of the way as much as he could.

Darcy immediately latched onto Nick's waist, claws of agile musician fingers squeezing away at his lower ribs. It was an intuitive move. She hadn't had any guarantee that it would get any reaction at all, but as someone who took immense joy in tickling others just for the sake of being annoying, Darcy had developed sharp instincts to get practically any desired reaction from her victims.

Nick's head thumped against Charlie's thigh. His hair flopped out of his face from the force of the movement, giving Charlie full access to the scrunched-up-nose-and-dimples-show.

Nick's brain hardly had any time to process his predicament. As much as he was trying to bring his arms down to shield himself, Darcy's fingers kept working away, completely unhindered. His body felt hot and he was sure he was sweating just from the amount he was blushing.

"What's all this then?" Tao asked as the trio returned from the kitchen with several cups of tea.

Tara snickered from her spot beside the couch where she had been sneakily snapping a bunch of pictures with her phone. "Turns out Nick has been keeping secrets."

"Well, that's silly of him," Tao replied with a scoff. He settled down beside the armchair, which was now occupied by Isaac and his book, worried he might receive a kick to the head if he got too close to the couch.

Nick let out a surprised yelp, which was quickly overrun with the previous sound of bubbly laughter. One of Darcy's hands had experimentally pinched at his hip. The sensation made the older boy kick out his leg as he slid lower in Charlie's lap. All it achieved, however, was revealing a significant part of his stomach as his t-shirt bunched up against his back.

"Oh, my god," Nick gasped suddenly, his eyes snapping open wide for a brief moment. A set of manicured nails spidered across the newly exposed skin. Even as he tried sucking his stomach in, sparkly tingles continued to radiate from his very core.

Elle grinned warmly. She felt a new sense of fondness towards the crumbling boy as she dragged her fingers across the quivering muscles.

Oh, how badly Nick wanted to curl up into a ball right now. "Shit- Come on!"

Charlie giggled, watching his boyfriend dissolve more and more with every passing moment. It was hard not to get infected by the giddy excitement radiating from him. Charlie's fingers were now itching to get their own fix.

"I have no idea why you would ever want to keep this a secret from us. Even lesbians could fall for you, seeing you like this."

Too distracted by Darcy's teasing words, Nick didn't even register his own arm coming down and pushing at her advancing hand, which was dangerously close to continuing its treament from below his shirt.

With a boisterous cry, Nick drew everyone's eyes onto him. Nimble fingers had dug into his somewhat unprotected armpit. Immediately his free hand darted upwards, clutching the intruder's wrist.

Charlie grinned at his boyfriend's reaction. He wasn't strong enough to keep Nick's other arm in place, not when going for one of his worst spots, so he let that one go too. It instantly snapped down against his side, successfully trapping Charlie's fingers in place.

Nick's laughter turned from rambunctious to frantic in a matter of seconds. Charlie could feel the heat radiating off the blushing boy, fingers gently wiggling away in the warm hollow. His head tilted to the side thoughtfully and, after a moments consideration, he brought his other hand over to light graze at his neck one more.

That was it. Nick was lost to another wave of lightning sparks shooting through his body. After a splutter and a snort, the room fell silent, his face frozen in a bright, glowing grin. It was agony but he relished every excruciatingly long second of it.

Charlie laughed, watching Nick closely to make sure he caught the moment he started to panic or feel breathless or was no longer enjoying himself. Nick's grip on his wrist became tighter but it never felt like he was trying to push his hand away. "Okay, let's go easy for a sec," Charlie told the other two, unable to repress the chuckle that stumbled out along with the words.

Darcy lightened her touch significantly, lightly swirling her fingers in circular motions up and down his bare sides. Elle backed away at first but only to refocus her devilish nails around Nick's knee. His leg twitched and jerked at the new sensation but it seemed a lot more bearable than his stomach.

Meanwhile, Charlie fully stilled his armpit attack, knowing his fingers already tickled plenty without having to move an inch. The grazing of the neck, however, never slowed.

"You've been suspiciously quiet, Nelson," Darcy spoke first, a teasing smirk gracing her face.

"Gun- Harp, the bom frag... Toren." A jumble of obtuse word fragments came spluttering out of the giggling boy.

Charlie snorted. "I think we've broken him." His voice was dripping with affection.

"Nick Nelson lost for words. That's a first, I think."

"Okay, ten more seconds and we'll stop, ready?" Charlie asked Nick, grinning when the other nodded eagerly. "Alright, Ten..."

Nick's laughter picked up in volume as his nerves were kicked back into overdrive once more.

"Nine..."

His back arched. Dexterous thumbs dug into his hips, massaging circles deep into the muscle tissue.

"Eight..."

Nick shook his head and drummed his heels against the couch. Elle had settled down between his legs and was fanning her nails against his knees, first the one side, then the other, over and over again. She smiled at his reaction but didn't let it deter her.

"Seven..."

Goosebumps shot up Nick's arms. Gasping breaths interrupted the continuous stream of cackles. Charlie had let his hand slide down from his neck, beneath the collar of his shirt and now skittered his fingers across the lightly freckled chest.

"Six..."

"Waitwaitwait."

"For what?"

"I don't- Fuck!"

"Five..."

Nick tried rolling over onto his side for some protection. He quickly realised that there wasn't really anywhere for him to go with three people hovering over him.

"Four..."

"Stop trying to grab my hand, Nelson. You know what you signed- You're kidding, right? Ticklish palms?"

"Three..."

Charlie grinned as Darcy abandon her attack on the rugby player's torso and pried his fist open instead. Flustered pleading picked up very quickly once again.

"Two..."

Nick's head rolled back further in Charlie's lap. Hearty cackles filled the air around them. He never knew the backs of his knees were ticklish. Best to blame it on Elle's deviously pointy nails.

"One..."

The room broke out in excited cheers and clapping the moment the attack ceased.

Nick wrapped his arms around himself, giggles still pouring out gradually as he curled up on his side.

Elle and Darcy high-fived and returned to their previous spots beside the couch, proud of their respective contributions.

It took Nick a while to regain the ability to form words, let alone coherent sentences. "Fuck... You're terrible. All of you."

Charlie snorted, gently playing with the ginger hair. "Well, you did agree to the last- Hey!" A pillow hit him square in the face.

"You're the most terrible."

"Me? Why me?" Charlie picked up the pillow to pummel his boyfriend with, unable to fight the playfulness.

"Because you're an instigator, Charles."

"No, you just make it so easy to tease you, Nicholas."

Elle spoke up from behind her cup of tea. "Your secret would not have lasted much longer anyway."

"Yeah," Tao added nonchalantly. "Next time you might want to reevaluate before you start spilling all your deepest darkest secrets."

Another blush and some under-the-breath grumbles were interrupted by Nellie, the dog, suddenly bolting into the room. She pounced between the scattered pillows before jumping up onto the couch where she attacked Nick will eager licks to the face.

Nick's mum just returned from their morning walk and came to see if anyone would like some breakfast. Nellie, of course, raced to the kitchen at the first mention of the word.

"You're so dead, Spring," Nick whispered as he sat up, unable to generate any sort of resentment in his voice. Instead he kissed the younger boy briefly before disappearing to the kitchen to help his mother.

Charlie clutched one of the pillows tightly to his chest, using it to hide his stupid giddy grin. Four little words and he was ahead weak at the knees. Perhaps this was more than simply being in love with Nick Nelson. But he was ready to find out.

#sometimes i forget i can rb my fave fics #so get ready for a reblog dump of all my fave ever fics #jess’s faves #heartstopper #ticklish!nick #nick nelson #charlie spring #this fic lives in my head rent free #this is so fucking good

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