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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 11 months

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Andrew anon here and I'd like to submit a prompt!

If you would still like to write one, i was thinking an Andrew and reader? In not thats fine, but if you would like please take your time!!💜💜

Andrew Garfield and Reader

Summary: A tickle scenario between big brother Andrew and little sibling reader :)

(Thank you so much for this Andrew Anon ❤️ This was so much fun to get to write and I hope you enjoy it :))

You looked over your lines for the upcoming scene. "I'm not ready for this."

"You've been going over your lines for ever Y/N." Andrew glanced up from his script to give you a smile. "You'll be just fine."

"I guess you're right." You flipped to the next page of the script. "There's just so many emotions and really important lines and I . . . just don't think I can do it."

Andrew leaned toward you. "Hey now, you've been doing great so far. Don't let one scene knock you down."

"Thanks Mr. Garfield, but I don't know . . ."

"First, I am not Mr. Garfield, that's my father."

You turtled into your shoulders. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, that one is an easy fix." Andrew reassuringly squeezed your arm. "But the second point I'm trying to make is that you're doing great so far Y/N. You get out there in front of that camera and you just shine."

You blushed brightly. You never were very good at accepting compliments from other people, but honestly, that felt really good to hear. "T-thank you Mi---."

Andrew raised one eyebrow.

"An---Mister Andrew."

Your older costar playfully rolled his eyes. "Eh, I'll take ihit. Anything I can do to help you calm your nerves?"

You bit your lip and thought. "Umm . . . Could---could we run through the scene together? Atleast once?"

"Of course." Andrew stood and pulled you up with him. "But let's move over to the couch?"

You stumbled along behind him. "What?"

"It's a sibling scene and we're on a couch anyway." Andrew pulled you next to him. "Practicing the same way you'll perform helps ease any nerves."

You tensed a little. While running through the scene, you forgot how close you had to be to Andrew. The older man had never done anything to you; in fact, he had treated you as a younger sibling throughout the whole production. But ever since you were first introduced to Andrew Garfield in his Spider-man movies when you were younger . . . Your first Lee mood had awakened. You had immediately scoured ever fanfiction website for fanfiction for this man and that had been your gateway into the tickling community. Ever since you had wanted nothing more than to be tickled by the man sitting next to you.

Your blush darkened as you were pulled into Andrew's side. You had been able to hide the Lee mood through previous scenes because as siblings, you were mostly throwing things at each other or shoving each other away. But now you were close to his side with his arm around your neck and his hand mere inches away from your side. This was both your dream and your nightmare rolled into one!

However, Andrew must have assumed your red face was from the nerves about this scene because he squeezed your arm as he flipped the script to the first page. "Just try your best."

You fumbled to get your script to the right page. "Uh, y-yeah! Sure!"

Andrew chuckled and scratched the side of your head. "Yohoull doho greheat Y/N."

Those fingers were so close to your ear that you instinctively turtled into your shoulders. But you tried to push the tickle thoughts out of your head as you focused on your first line. "I can't believe he's gone."

Andrew immediately stared at the far side of the room and let his facial features go blank. "Me too."

It was impressive how quickly he got into character. You tired to match his energy by pinching your arm to make your eyes water. "Remeber---remember when we u-used to---to go to . . ."

Your older costar leaned closer and whispered out of the side of his mouth. "He took us."

"Remember when he took us---to the park? He would always---always---." You tried to finish the line, but your hands were so sweaty that your script slipped to the floor. "Oh shoot!"

"It's okay Y/N." Andrew bent forward to pick up your script. "Those nerves like to get the better of us."

"I-I'm sorry, I just---don't know why I'm s-so nervous."

Andrew gave you a wink as he placed the script back in your hands. "Let's give it another try."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and started the scene again. On the second read through, you felt proud of yourself for getting farther even with tickle scenarios playing in the back of your mind, but then Andrew repositioned himself to give you a hug---and his hand grazed your side.

You squeaked and dropped your script again.

"Wow!" Your older costar pulled back. "Sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"N-no! You didn't hurt me! I'm just---super nervous! I-I'm sorry!"

Andrew stared at you as he reached his other hand down to grab your script. You tried your best to hold his look but your eyes kept darting away as you internally begged your Lee mood mind to get the image of him pinning you and tickling you out of your head.

Then a hand squeezed your knee. And you squeaked.

You looked down to see Andrew's free hand wrapped firmly around your knee. Then that same hand squeezed your knee again and you couldn't stop the second squeak that left your mouth.

Meanwhile, Andrew grinned. "Ihi don't believe ihit."

Your eyes widened. "Uh--uh--M-mister Andrew! L-let's talk abohout thiIIS!"

"I already told you Y/N." Your older costar quickly shuffled you around so you were pinned with your back against his chest. "You reheally need to relax. Otherwise, you'll never gehet thihis scene down."

"I am relaxed!" You exclaimed, neck already turtling into your shoulders. "The mohost relaxed!"

One arm wrapped around your rib area including your arms. "Ah-ha! Know how I know that's a lie?"

"Uhum . . ."

"If you were relaxed." Andrew dug into your side. "You would be smiling mohore."

A surprised squeal left your mouth as your side was attacked.

"See? Soho much mohore relaxed nohow."

"Ah! Nohoho!"

The attack lasted a minute with Andrew tickling along your sides and stomach. It was like a dream come true that you second guessed everything and kept waiting for the moment you woke up, but that moment never came.

You were so caught up in everything and couldn't believe this was actually happening so when he let you go, the first words out of your mouth were, "Is ihit oveher already?"

"Come again?"

Once you registered what phrase had just come out of your mouth, you immediately pulled away and jumped up from the couch. "Uhum, wh-what I meant t-to say . . . Well I--I . . ."

"Hey, it's okay Y/N."

You looked up. "W-what?"

Andrew gave you a comforting smile. "It's okay. Did you want me to tickle you a little longer?"

Your mouth dropped. "You---you don't m-mind?"

"Course not! I think it's adorable."

"Really?"

"Yehes." Your older costar leaned forward. "My nephew still asks for them when we hang out."

"B-but I'm so much older!"

Andrew shrugged. "Doesn't make that much of a difference."

"But . . ."

"Y/N, look at me please."

You managed to make eye contact with your older costar.

"Please stop making excuses. Kids who like tickling grow up into adults who like it. Plus, if tickling actually helps you relax and focus, we can use that to our advantage."

"But you said practice the way you perform!"

Andrew smirked. "If you don't stop making excuses Y/N, I'll show you how we can make it part of the performance."

You heard what he said, but before you could process it, you where talking again. "But---."

"Alright, that's it."

You squeaked and jumped back as Andrew stood. "Wait! Wait, I'm sorry!"

Andrew smirked as he followed you. "Come here Y/N."

You tried to babble out a response as the older man followed you around the room. "Please! M-mercy! Mercyhy!"

"Look at that grin! You're so cute!" Andrew took his hands out of his pockets to reach toward you. "They knew exactly what they were doing when they cast you as the younger sibling."

You continued walking backward. "Shut uhUUP!"

While distracted by the approaching enemy, you forgot the couch you had been sitting on didn't move. You caught the edge of the couch and tipped backward onto it. Once you were on your back, Andrew quickly knelt in front of the couch so you can't get away. "No where else to run nohow."

You continued giggling as those wiggling fingers came closer and closer to you.

"Aww, no reply?" Andrew's fingers wiggled into your tummy. "Or do I have to tickle it out of you?"

"Ack! Mihisteher Andrehew!"

Andrew dug into his sides. "Tickie, tickie, tickie! The tickle monster's gonna get you!"

You wouldn't want to admit it to him, but this was heaven to you. This had been your dream for years! The teasing, the chasing, the wiggling fingers. Everything was perfect.

And you were on cloud 9.

The Andrew began to roll up shirt. "You know what ehelse my nephew begs for still all of the time?"

You squeaked. "Whahat?"

"He used to call them Tummy Toots, buhut yohou would know them better as zerberts."

Your eyes widened. "Wha? Ah!"

Andrew quickly rushed his head down and blew a raspberry into your tummy.

You squealed loudly before dissolving into cackles as he gave your tummy a few more raspberries. "ANDREEEW!"

Your older costar giggled down at you. "Yohou sohound lihike him too!"

You shoved Andrew's shoulders. "Stohop! Yohou're embarassihing mehe!"

"Aww, is someone flustehered?"

You growled. "Yehes!"

"Do I neheed to put you ihin aha better mood?"

A small smile made its way on to your face. "Mahaybe."

Andrew smirked. "Does someone's tummy need a few more toots?"

The smile on your face grew even more as you wrapped your arms around your tummy. "Dohon't yohou dahare!"

Andrew chuckled as he began pushing your arms up. "I'm gonna get your tummy! I'm gonna get it!"

"Ack! WaitwaitwAAAIAT! NAAHAHA!"

You squealed as Andrew blew more raspberries into your tummy. You put your hands on his head as your legs kicked wildly behind him. All of the talk of his nephew mixed with the teasing made you feel like a little kid. Not that you minded at all, that just made the tickling more fun and carefree.

Once he was done with his raspberries, Andrew moved up to give you a hug. "Did you have aha gohood time Y/N?"

You nodded as you returned the hug. "Thank yohou."

"No problehem. Doing this with you reminds me of being home."

"Mehe too." You squeezed him. "I miss them."

"Me too."

After a few more seconds, your older costar pulled back to smirk at you. "And that's also how I would incorporate it intoho thehe scene."

Your eyebrows furrowed together before what he said earlier clicked in your head. You shoved Andrew. "Yohou're horrible!"

"Aww, Ihim sorryhy." Andrew gave you another hug and added in a forehead kiss. "You're really awesome Y/N."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"W-wehell---You're awesomer!"

"No you."

"No yohou!"

"Noho you!"

You held out a hand. "Truce?"

Andrew took your hand. "Truce."

Your older costar helped you up to a sitting position while you tugged down your shirt.

He then handed you back your script. "Come on, let's get back to work. Ohor Ihill have to tickle you again."

You were tempted to slap Andrew's shoulder, but the threat of more tickles made you hesitate. A moment later you tapped his arm. "Mister Andrew? If you want . . . Could we . . . have another tickle fight tomorrow? We have another really difficult scene and . . . It really does help. . ."

Andrew grinned as he nudged your arm. "I'd love to Y/N. It helps me too."

The smile on your face grew even bigger as you settled back onto the couch. This was turning out to be the best movie ever.

#ler andrew garfield #lee reader #ticklefic #tasm

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hatosleepydog · 1 year

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銀杏が綺麗 (Doho Park, Tsukuba City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CliA-cdv9rE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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p2b-ethiopia · 2 years

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Camping Trip to Awash Park and Doho Lodge

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Camping Trip to Doho Lodge destinations will be Lake Beseka, Awash National Park, Awash Falls, Doho Lodge, and Metehara. Departure place is Mexico Wabi Shebelle hotel at 6:30 am Oct 15, 2022. The trip package includes transportation, food, campfire, entrance fee, tour guide, and photograph. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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parcspace · 3 years

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Doho Park

#ibaraki #doho park #japan #bridge #park

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obento2 · 2 years

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It snowed in Kanto region the otherday. This is Doho Park in Ibaraki prefecture. The ice was covered

and the place for the kingfishers to feed was gone, so they were going back and forth. They were seen in the place where

the ice was melting. It was a good chance for me to take some photos at a short distance.

#翡翠 #つくば #kingfisher #japan #ibaraki #茨城 #birds

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wolfling06 · 3 years

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The Bigger they are, The harder they fall

Writer’s note: Hey! this is my first ever fic, I have dabbled some in writing but I have never written a full on fic so I apologize if there is anything wrong with it. anyways, Enjoy! (yes this is my original fic, please do not take it as your own and if you are to reblog or repost it, please tag me. thank you!)

Summary; Skid and Pump had quickly become the most well known of the extended group of friends as the most teasy, mischievous, and energetic lers. They were definitely a force to be reckoned with. And they both had their eyes on the tallest, strongest of the group. A true challenge to bring down, and one they both wanted to hear laugh. Whitty. (Lee!Whitty and Ler!Pump&Skid)

Warning: Slight language

After the Lemon demon was defeated and all were saved, they began to hang out and visit one another more often, Pico, Keith, and occasionally even Carol would go with Whitty to the skate park or even do some graffiti with him, Gf would occasionally tag along but would also often spend more time with her parents. Skid and Pump were all over the place and visited everyone at the most random times, jumping in and occasionally even startling the others out of their previous activities.

The 2 were quickly known as the most mischievous and ones who would do anything to pull a good prank or 2. The only thing that could be matched with their love of pranks and adventure was their love of hearing their friends laugh.

And oh, how they tried, they did many things. From bad jokes, to silly stunts, to even tickling. And once they found out everyone in the gang was even a little ticklish they both wanted to exploit this new discovery to the fullest. And they did, whether they had reason or not.

Many times they would target Keith, Pico, or even each other from time to time. Mostly because they were around their size and easy to get to. Carol and Gf were also similar in height but they saw the boys more often. However, that didn’t mean the duo weren’t up for a challenge. Whitty for example;

Whitty was very tall, standing at only a single inch short of 9 feet, very tall and lanky with extreme strength and great self defense capabilities that his appearance would blind one from seeing at first sight. He was always calm and poker faced and he rarely smiled out of pure amusement. He was easily the tallest out of all of them. And, with Skid and Pump being the smallest of the whole group, that meant they were very much opposites. One would think it would be impossible for the 2 to take him down, especially long enough to successfully tickle him like they would the others.

And at first, yea, it was very difficult.

Until they discovered a new approach to it.

They first discovered this new technique while they had been visiting his place. They had stopped by on another one of their unexpected visits. At first, Whitty seemed a little bothered, but as it kept happening over and over and it seemed that no matter what he said or did, they always kept coming. He tried to keep polite about it but whenever he would win, he would get the kicked puppy look and they would slowly make their way out looking sad and dejected. Eventually, his guilt would take over and he would either let them stay or they would go and he wouldn’t even object to them the next time they came. Eventually, he just gave up trying all together and let them come and go as they please so long as they dont take or break anything.

However, this time when they came they seemed a little...different.

They were energetic and chatty as usual, but they seemed a little more giddy than usual, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, a feeling he particularly hated. He let the 2 wander the living room a bit before they settled down on the couch, both shifting a little to get comfy. He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a large bag of Dorito chips and poured it into a bowl, making his way into the living room once more and placing it on the coffee table before setting up the Nintendo Switch and popping in Mario Kart, offering the other 2 one of the controllers. Pump went first against Whitty, it was a loser trade where the person that lost had to give it to the next person that had yet to play. In this case it was Whitty against Pump, who paid more attention to the scenery of the game then that actual race. Skid shouted, clearly hyped up, and stood up on the couch and began waving his arms in the direction he wanted Pump to go. The pumpkin head only occasionally took his advice as Whitty sat to the other end of the couch watching the 2 out of the corner of his eye with a smirk, he was clearly much farther ahead then Pump with him being in 2nd place and Pump being in 8th. The only reason why he wasn’t in 1st already was because of the stupid Metal Mario character, who was practically cheating, and wouldn’t let him pass and it was starting to get slightly annoying.

They went through a couple rounds, Whitty never losing while Skid and Pump passed it back and forth repeatedly. Though he noticed that, thankfully, they were no longer watching him so intently, that was a relief. He began to relax a bit, reminding himself that they were just children and he was much bigger and stronger than them. ‘C’mon, relax! They’re just children, stop being so paranoid.’ he thought to himself as he tried to focus more on the game then his own thoughts, he turned a sharp corner and nearly cursed when his avatar, Bowser Jr., almost went flying off the track. He managed to catch himself at the last second and made a slick recovery. However, hearing a sudden bark of a laugh paired with a whoop from the Spooky Duo didn’t make him feel so confident. He glanced at their side of the screen and noticed they had a blue spiked shell in their avatar’s hand. “Oh shit..” he muttered upon seeing it. Quickly, he slammed the breaks and let Metal Mario, someone he had just managed to pass, go ahead of him just as the shell went blazing by. He sighed with relief, glad it hadn’t hit him.

“Aww, c’mon! That was reserved just for you!” Skid blurted, though there was no real agitation behind his words, allowing Whitty to give him a smug smirk and said “I have been playin’ this for a while, kid, I have seen all the stunts you ever even hope to pull.” He kept his eyes glued on the screen, unaware of the glint in their eyes and the small snicker the two exchanged. “You have seen all the stunts we hope to pull, you said?” Skid asked while Pump was still snickering slightly to himself. “Tch, yea, that's what I said.” He stated simply, not really paying attention to what they were trying to say. Until-

“Now!” “Wha- hey!” Thwump!

The 2 didn’t wait, the game unpaused and still running, they tackled Whitty against the couch, being careful not to hurt him. They had to act quick, they had to! Otherwise, they wouldn’t have any way of getting to him. Before he had time to utter a single syllable, they attacked. Pump and Skid quickly hopping onto his arms to keep them pinned to the couch, they were sill sitting up but he was stretched out enough he might as well have been laying down, and proceeded to quickly skitter their fingers everywhere they could reach; ribs, stomach, sides, neck, somehow under his arms, hips.

They moved quickly and held on for dear life, moving quickly and shifting their own body weight continuously, from sitting on his arms to his hips and at his side to just either side of him to both on one side-. They went everywhere they could, going all over the place so it would be harder for him to catch them or try to find a pattern and stop them. His laughter was loud, belly laughter. Though not unpleasant, he squirmed the best he could in an attempt to find some way to escape, but with them all over the place it was pretty difficult.

“BAHAHAhaha! Whahahat are yohou twoho dohoing?? Gehet off mehehe!”

“Its working! Keep going Pump!” Skid called excitedly. Their plan was working! They continued, unintentionally forming a bit of a pattern, but not enough for Whitty to keep up or be able to stop them. He pulled his arms in and attempted to hug himself to protect the majority of his torso from the brunt of it all. His legs kicked out behind the other 2, though he was consciously making sure he couldn’t risk their wellbeing, he had enough self control for that.

“Stahahahap geheht ohoff of mehehe!!” he laughed out, attempting to carefully push Pump away from his side while trying to fend off Skid from his stomach. The 2 only giggled with glee, proud in themselves that this was working, and ecstatic that they had finally managed to successfully find a way to tickle their Object headed friend silly.

Skid glanced down and an idea popped into his skull, lighting his eyes up with great glee and an idea. Glancing down he noticed that, during his squirming, Whitty’s hoodie had ridden up some, revealing the pitch black, quivering flesh beneath. This was perfect! Taking a deep breath, he wasted no time and plunged his face into that thin like of flesh, pulling his hoodie up a tad for more lee way, and blew.

And by God, the shriek that followed.

“SHAAAAAHAHAHA-! FAHAHACK OHOFF!!” he exclaimed, his laughter reaching a whole new pitch and in a newfound hysteria. Skid and Pump exchanged a look, man this was awesome!! No one had ever heard the bomb head laugh so hard! Skid proceeded to pepper more raspberries along his stomach, lifting his hoodie up some to spread around the love. Pump continued to tickle along Whitty’s ribs. Though, his curiosity got the best of him, he was aware that some people, like Keith for example, had ticklish hands, and other unusual places, maybe Whitty did too? It was a weird thought and definitely one only Pump would have had, but it was a thought nonetheless that he wanted to experiment on. He pressed a sweet spot into his ribs, earning a startled yelp and a hand planted into his chest in an attempt to push him away. Gently of course. But this gave Pump his window, dropping everything, he wrapped his legs around Whit’s arm for a better hold. Pulling his fingers back, gently of course, and fluttered his own fingers along the palm of his hand, from the ridge to the base.

“*snrk!* heheey! *snrk! *snrk!* Stahahap!!” Pump’s eyes widened, Whitty was snorting?? Oh my God, this child’s mind was blown. Skid had lessened the raspberries and had gone back to scribbling so that their bomb headed friend could go longer without reaching his limit, which explained why his laughter had calmed down some. Skid looked up in surprise and noticed what Pump was doing when an idea of his own came, he gestured for Pump to make a raspberry, The pumpkin headed kid was quick to catch on, before making his way further down the couch. Pump proceeded to bury his mouth into the center of Whitty’s palm. A sudden sort, slightly longer in duration that the previous, could be heard in response. Pump smiled and prepared to do it again when-

Quickly, it was soon followed by Whitty suddenly, bolting upright to emit an almost literal shriek before falling back clutching the couch in an attempt to not kick or struggle too much or hard, throwing his head back in absolute hysterics, his face a bright orange blush. Startled by the sudden reaction, he looked for Skid, finding him holding Whitty’s left ankle in a secure head lock, skittering his fingers along his sole. His other leg kicked out but, for the most part, hung off the side of the couch. There was a very evident struggle in the poor lee as he tried to keep from kicking anyone, or anything, out of reflex to the new found sensations. Pump smiled and, giving his hand one final raspberry, dove down to grab the other foot, giving it the same treatment as SKid was the left.

“FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Unable to form any coherent words or responses to this torment, Whitty was forced to just endure it, he tried to pull away, to break free somehow, but his strength had been dwindled down from earlier. Meaning, he was left to succumb to the maddening sensations at his feet. Throwing his head back as hysterical belly laughter poured from him as freely as a faucet.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Whitty! Heehee, your laugh is so loud!” Skid laughed, enjoying the reactions he was getting. “Heheh, yea! Especially when I do this!” Pump agreed, running his fingers under Whitty’s toes momentarily, earning a startled squeal before more peals of bellowing laughter followed. After what felt like an eternity, he felt their hands slow to a stop, releasing him and allowing him a breather. He had to admit, they were good at reading people, they must have noticed when he was beginning to reach his limit and had stopped just when he was really needing a break. He slumped into the couch, pulling his hood over his head, and pulling the laces so it closed around him, thus hiding the massive, practically glowing blush and face splitting smile there. Residual giggles and panting could, however, be easily heard. He pulled his feet away from them and bent his knees so as to tuck them underneath him best he could, his arms dropping onto the couch, going limp. The other 2 smile brightly. Yes, they had been keeping close watch. And both, the entire time in fact, had yet to hear him sound desperate or genuinely angry or upset. If anything, he almost sounded like he was enjoying himself. And the smile Skid could see through the small gap in his hood confirmed it.

“Heheh, that was fun! We should do that again some time!” Pump giggled with glee, clearly pleased. “Yea! That was fun! Be right back.” Skid said, getting up and making his way to the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later with a glass of cool water in hand, handing it to the exhausted object head that rested on the couch. Whitty sat up enough to be able to drink it, losing the rim of his hood so he could so.

“Hff hff.. Yohou both suhuck…” he panted, though both could tell there was no real malice in his voice. Upon being able to see his eyes, both smiled brightly. Why?

Because there was a glitter in them, one that reminded them of Keith, who was open about enjoying being tickled. Both could easily tell, seeing that glimmer alone, that he had enjoyed it. And Pump was the first to call it out.

“Heh, I can tell you liked it, Whits! You look so happy!”

He paused for a second and gulped down that last mouthful of water before correcting the pumpkin head.

“I did not like it!” he protested. Though, the deepening blush on his face told them otherwise.

Skid chuckled lightly, both still smiling brightly. “You go ahead and rest, Whitty, we’re gonna finish this round and make up all the lost time!”

As the 2 sat back down, recollecting the dropped controllers and continued playing, Whitty watched the screen closely as he grumbled to himself. That was humiliating! Taken down and rendered helpless by 2 measly children! Let alone taken down with only tickles! The ghostly after tickles were still there, but he ignored them, they weren’t as bad anymore and were tolerable. ‘But maybe….yea, maybe it… wasn’t so bad..’ he thought to himself, glancing down at the glass he had been given, now only half full.

…

Yea, he would never admit it. But yea, maybe it was a little fun.

But still, he wasn’t gonna show it. Not by a long shot.

He sat up, a new idea forming in his brain and a smirk with a whole new meaning to it forming on his lips. Slowly he edged his way towards the other 2, setting down his glass and cracking his knuckles as he did. Pump glanced up momentarily to notice this before freezing entirely, his eyes wide and a nervous smile forming on his face as he did. His avatar began to slow down and Skid noticed, “hey, what are you slowing down for, Pum-....oh….heh...h-hello...” Skid looked over and noticed the predatory grin on Whitty’s face as he now towered over them.

“U-um, heheh…..bye!” Skid squeaked, dropping his controller on the couch, grabbing Pump’s arm and attempted to get off the couch, to make a bolt for it. But was stopped when he felt an arm wrap around him, pulling both him and Pump into the awaiting lap of the Bomb head above. Pump let out a startled yelp upon the sudden and deft swoop. Both looking up with anticipation and nervousness in their eyes and smiles. And a devious one in Whitty’s.

“Heh, where do you 2 think you’re going? Oh no, you 2 aren’t going anywhere..” he curled his fingers to make faux claws, looming them over the 2 who now squirmed with anticipation. Oh, revenge was gonna be sweet! “Hope you two are ready, cuz you guys are gonna be stuck here for a long time.”

And he wasn’t joking. In fact, their squeals and laughter could be heard by pedestrians walking by for quite a while.

End!

Hope you enjoyed it! I am not sure of the quality of the end there. But still, hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for reading!

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tickletastic · 5 years

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Three Dates To Falling In Love

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1895

Fandom: Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

Ship: Chuggie

Summary: Three dates that Chuck and August go on in the fall.

Notes: Tickletober Day Eleven: Fall. Modern day SSTTITD AU bc I want my gay sons to be able to go on a date

Autumn had always been August’s favourite season, ironically enough. He adored the calming scent of the fall air, and the way that the cold nipped at the tip of his nose and his fingertips. The beauty of the trees as their leaves went from green to a breathtaking array of warm colours brought to him a feeling that he found nearly indescribable, and the silence that fell upon the town was peaceful and calm. August loved everything about fall, and he would live in it forever if he could.

Chuck didn’t so much enjoy autumn as he did the summer, but for August’s sake he tried to plan frequent dates during the fall, the two went apple picking, they carved pumpkins, and they drank hot cider. All the new memories they were making together just added to the love August felt for the season, and the love that he felt for his boyfriend, and it kind of scared him. Then again, falling in love under the autumn moon is not the worst thing that could happen.

- Date One -

“It’s supposed to start raining soon,” August breathed out, fiddling with Chuck’s fingers that had been lazily placed within his hands.

“Do you want to go inside?” Chuck replied, looking down at their interwoven fingers.

August thought to himself for a moment, his brow thick with consideration before he relaxed his tensed features once again, “would it be weird if I said no? I love the rain.”

“Not weird at all, A,” Chuck started out, getting up from the blanket they had laid on in the grass, “but I don’t want you to catch a cold, come with me for a sec.”

August obeyed, stretching out as he rose, the two of them having taken a nap in the grass of the backyard only a half an hour earlier. Chuck opened the backdoor, walking up the stairs until he reached the closet between his room and Ruthie’s, inside was thick fleece blankets and pillows. Chuck grabbed the softest and the widest of the blankets, making sure he had a selection, before prompting August to grab some pillows. August complied once again, but he was a little confused as to what they would be doing with the blankets and pillows.

When the two boys descended the stairs once again, Chuck stopped them in the kitchen, grabbing some garbage bags from the cupboard and loading his arms again.

“Any chance you could grab a chair, Augs?” The blond nodded, piling his pillows on top of the chair and carrying the chair out into the yard.

They dropped the blankets and the pillows onto the blanket that they had originally left there, and August placed the chair down. Chuck moved the chair, so that it would be closer to the railing of the porch that his father had recently upgraded.

He began to drape the wider blankets over the railing and the back of the chair, and finally August could understand what was going on. “I like your thinking Steinberg.”

August started placing the fuzzier blankets beneath the ones that were bridging the porch and the chair, putting the pillows in the fort as well, and finally helping Chuck to put the garbage bags on the top, waterproofing their hideaway.

Once they were finished, they both crawled into the tent, propping Chuck’s phone up on the seat part of the chair in case they decided to watch Netflix later. The rain started almost immediately, August praising Chuck for his perfect timing.

They decided that they would watch It, and Chuck called Ruthie, begging her to put on her raincoat and bring them snacks.

“You two are so cute, I could throw up,” Ruthie joked, making gagging sounds as she handed them a bag of freshly popped popcorn and a bag of trail mix.

“You know, I’ve never found this movie too scary,” Chuck shrugged, fiddling with one of the blankets draped over them.

“Me neither, but maybe that’s because I’m a clown everyday too,” Chuck laughed at this comment, shaking his head in disagrement.

“Yeah, sure, but you’re my clown.” He touched their noses, and Auggie averted his eyes, looking down shyly.

“Don’t get cheesy on me babe,” August teased, squirming his hands down and lightly tickling his boyfriend’s tummy.

“Hehey! Dohohn’t doho that!”

“How could I not? You’re just too cute.”

Chuck continued to softly giggle, snorting every few moments, but not bothering to move his boyfriend’s hands. If anything, he had cuddled closer to August since the taller boy had begun his onslaught.

August leaned in, peppering kisses along Chuck’s collarbones as he continued the tummy tickles, an airy element joined the brown haired boy’s giggles. He tossed his head back from side to side, but his arms remained at his sides, kicking and laughing.

August came to a gradual stop, placing a final kiss on the shorter boy’s nose. He admired him as he calmed down from his giggle-high, thinking about his admiration.

“How can one person be so precious?” That received reddened cheeks, as Chuck frantically covered his face with his sleeves. “Did I say that out loud?”

Chuck laughed again, nodding from behind his palms. “Who’s the cheesy one now?”

- Date Two -

“Auguuuust,” Chuck moaned out from his oddly sprawled position on the couch, his legs wildly thrown about as his face hovered inches from the floor.

“Yes dear?”

“I’m hungry,” Chuck whined, letting his entire body come to a slow fall as he softly slid to the floor.

“Then come with me, I’ll make you something,” August got up from where he had been doing a crossword, walking into the kitchen.

Chuck followed him, jumping up on the counter next to the fridge. He watched intently as the other boy took out ingredients, turning on a pot of water to boil as he tossed a package of zoodles into it.

“If you had let me know earlier I could’ve made you something from scratch instead of this boxed crap,” August explained, a little upset that he had to give his boyfriend anything less than his best cooking.

“It’s okay A, I’m gonna love anything you make.”

August continued with making the food, putting garlic bread in the oven to accompany the noodles.

While waiting for the zoodles to cook, August walked over to Chuck, resting his head on the other boy’s chest. August found himself thinking about Chuck all the time lately, it was driving him nuts. It was driving him absolutely up the wall. He didn’t know what it was. He thought about Chuck’s smile, and his dimples, and his hands. He thought about his hair, and his laugh, and his jokes. Everything about Chuck made August crazy, and words couldn’t explain why.

August removed himself when he heard the familiar ding of the oven, adding cheese and sauce to the zoodles, and removing the garlic bread from the oven. The boy plated food for the both of them, and they sat across from each other on the bar stools at the island.

They ate in a comfortable silence, and August couldn’t help but stare at the boy across from him, admiring everything about him.

“I can feel you staring at me Augs, what’s up?”

“N-nothing,” August stuttered, blushing a deep red as he looked at his food. Chuck giggled, that sweet familiar giggle that August loved so much, and went back to eating.

After they finished, they dropped their plates in the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen to find something to do.

“Hey,” Chuck started out, “will you teach me how to play the piano?”

“I’d love to,” August retorted, a smile beginning to form on his face.

Chuck sat at the piano bench, putting his hands on the keys without pressing. August flipped the sheet music to his personal favourite, Clair De Lune, and placed his hands on top of Chuck’s while standing behind him. He gently guided his boyfriend’s finger’s through the song, the music playing beautifully without any mistakes, Chuck was always a quick learner. August leaned down once the song was finished, placing his head in the brown curls of his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around the shorter boy’s body.

They stayed like that for a while, completely content with the silence.

- Date Three -

“Continuous as the stars that shine, and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line, along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance,” August read from the book in front of him, a collection of poetry from the Romantic period. He was reading as he carded his fingers through Chuck’s soft hair, and tracing random patterns along his neck as his fingers came to it.

Chuck’s head was in Auggie’s lap, and Auggie’s back was against a tree. They had brought a picnic and picked up some fall drinks from a local cafe, and now they were in a park, taking in the beautiful sights and watching the leaves fall around them.

August stopped reading, lost in his thoughts for a moment, he had recently been able to discern what he felt for Chuck, and he wasn’t scared anymore, but he didn’t know how he would tell him.

“Why’d you stop?” Chuck questioned, looking up at his boyfriend. August felt winded every time Chuck looked him in the eyes, and he hoped that his boyfriend would give him butterflies forever this way. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” August dismissed, bringing his book back up to his line of sight. Chuck brought his own hand up to bring it back down, his puppy-dog eyes visible from above the book.

“C’mon, it’s not nothing.”

“Sorry, my lips are sealed.”

“I can change that.” Chuck sat up, sitting in front of August so that the blond would be stuck in between him and the tree that his back was against. Chuck stuck out his fingers, bringing them down on August’s tummy.

The reaction was instant, August started to giggle, a giggle that Chuck absolutely adored. If he could only choose one sound to hear for the rest of his life, he’d think he’d choose that one. August’s laughter brought out the child in him, and it always made him look ten times younger.

“Yohohoure mehean,” August giggled, squirming about to avoid Chuck’s nimble fingers.

Chuck leaned in, nibbling on his boyfriend’s ear, August tried to shake his head to get away from it, snorting softly, his hands intervening with Chuck’s. Much like Chuck, August didn’t really mind the tickling, but he couldn’t help himself from reaching out and blocking his vulnerable spots.

To avoid August’s hands, Chuck wormed his fingers up to the taller boy’s ribs, August’s previously soft laughter doubling.

“STahahap! Ihihi cahahan’t,” August squealed out, managing to stop one of Chuck’s hands, but having to use both of his to keep it stopped. “Ohohokay! Ihihill tell you!”

Chuck slowed his fingers, drawing little shapes on August’s skin as August’s final giggles flowed out of him.

Chuck looked worried, expectantly waiting for August’s confession.

August opened his mouth and gaped like a fish for a moment, until he mustered up the courage to speak, residual giggles still pouring from him.

“I- I think I’m in love with you.”

Chuck visibly sighed with relief, his body untensing as he let out a breath. “Well, the feeling is completely mutual, Auggie.”

#ticklish!auggie #ticklish!chuck #Chuck Steinberg #august hilderbrandt #Scary stories to tell in the dark #tickletober #chuggie #i just want my boys to go on dates #in public #without judgement #thats what they deserve

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Honda Motor Company Middle East office unveils the new 2020 Honda CR-V

The 2020 CR-V comes with new updates:

New exterior front and rear design that includes a new front bumper and a redesigned front grille.

New design headlamp

LED strip fog lights

Electric hands-free tailgate control with height adjustment in standard (EX) and higher grades

Wireless Charger (Touring)

18-inch alloy wheels with a new design

February 5, 2020: Honda Motor Company – Africa and the Middle East Office – today announced the launch of the (CR-V) 2020 model to consumers in its new outfit. The new model for 2020 features a new exterior design and redesigned 18-inch alloy wheels in the EX and higher grades, as well as modifications to existing features and the addition of more exterior color options for the car. The CR-V comes in four grades: DX and LX in two-wheel drive (two-wheel drive), and EX and Touring all-wheel drive (all-wheel drive).

Exterior design:

The Honda CR-V’s premium presence for the year 2020 is thanks to the new dimming bumper, front grille and new wide fog lamp openings. The advanced technical touches did not stop there, but extended to the rear, where the dark-colored backlight lenses, and the headlamps with a bold design surrounded by the LED Daytime Running Lights (DRL) with LED lighting in the form of wings in all categories. The CR-V’s powerful new front profile also includes signature Honda LED headlights (touring class only). The EX and Touring grades feature redesigned 18-inch alloy wheels. The CR-V is available in three new exterior colors – Glow Metallic Gray, Vivid Metallic Red, and Shimmering Sparkle Red.

Interior design and amenities:

The 2020 Honda CR-V has a new, easy-to-use center console with more flexible storage options, while the CR-V Touring comes with a wireless mobile charger.

The wireless charger for the phone provides a dedicated charging area that is easy to access and use. This feature can be used with phones that support Qi charging technology.

Other technologies include a central color TFT display for the driver information interface, the DX and LX grades contain a 5-inch color audio screen, the EX and Touring grades contain a 7-inch touch screen audio interface with a key to control the volume, as well as the availability of a navigation system . The 7-inch audio touch display is compatible with Apple CarPlayTM and AndroidAutoTM platforms, allowing customers to conveniently use the main features and functions of smartphones with the screen, including smartphone GPS navigation and search by Voice control.

Some of the key features and amenities include: remote engine start-up on the LX and higher grades, dual-zone temperature control in the EX series, i-Dual temperature control in the Touring trim, and rear air conditioning vents in the All grades, electronic handbrake (EPB), USB rear charging ports, in addition to the front passenger seat that can be electrically adjustable in 4 directions, the driver’s seat that can be electrically adjustable in 8 directions and the back support in the Touring trim.

One of the new comfort features on the 2020 CR-V is the electrically hands-free tailgate control with height control on the EX and Touring grades. This feature allows you to open and close the tailgate with a simple kick under the rear bumper when your hands are busy. The EX and Touring grades also have steering wheel-mounted paddles that allow you to change gears with a simple push.

Advanced safety measures:

The 2020 CR-V builds its bodywork on Honda’s latest generation Advanced Compatibility Engineering (ACE). The CR-V targets the highest levels of safety in crashes, with a 5-star rating from NCAP, the highest rating from the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), and the highest safety rating (+) from the Insurance Institute for Highway Safety. (IIHS).

Other active safety features from Honda include: standard front airbags on all grades, side curtain airbags on the Touring grade, Electronic Brake Assist (EBD), Vehicle Stability Assist (VSA) with Traction Control Systems (TCS), and the brake system. Anti-lock (ABS), Electronic Brake-force Distribution (EBD), Rapid Control Assist, Tire Pressure Monitoring System (TPMS), Smart Stop, Hill Start Assist (HSA) and Rear Park Sensors are standard on LX and EX grades, the Touring trim level comes with front and rear parking sensors.

Powertrain and Chassis:

The heart of the 2020 CR-V is the 2.4-liter i-VTEC Twin-Camshaft (DOHO) engine, with a direct injection and mated to a Honda G-Shift Sport Fluid Continuous Shift (CVT) transmission. The 2.4-liter engine delivers 184 hp at 6,400 rpm and 244 Nm of torque at 3,900 rpm. The fuel economy stats for the CR-V are 15.5 km / liter for the DX and LX grades and 14.7 km / liter for the EX and Touring grades.

The all-new chassis and chassis design in the CR-V provides more flexible and confident handling and handling, as well as an improved driving experience and an overall high-quality versatility. The suspension – consisting of a MacPherson strut front and a multi-link rear suspension – uses specially tuned low-friction dampers, with all-wheel-drive (FWD) and all-wheel-drive (AWD) models including the front and tubular rear stabilizer bars. Which promotes traffic on fast turns and makes it easier to pass. The dual-gear electric power assist steering (EPS) also contributes to the driving satisfaction and comfort of the CR-V.

Available colors:

The all-new CR-V comes in the following interior and exterior colors for all grades:

Exterior colors:

White pearl platinum

Lunar silver metallic

Modern shiny silver

Black shimmering frosted

Sparkling blue obsidian

Shiny metallic

Glow Shimmer Gray (New)

Vivid metallic red (new)

Shimmering red shimmer (new)