#longer hairbrush handles are absolute hell for me

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just So I Could Call You Mine - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader part 3

A/N: It's finally here!! I'm sorry the wait was so long but I'm hoping it'll be worth it. I'd just like to thank @ya-boi-is-dead for the inspiration for this fic. Please enjoy:)

Warnings: Swearing

*** = time skip

Word Count: 2744

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Things with Aaron had been going great. After the incident at Rossi’s, we decided to take things slow but, us being who we were, fell right back into the pattern of things. Most weekends were spent with each other whether it was going for coffee, a stroll in the park, or (more often than not) we just stayed home enjoying each other’s company once again. We tried to hold off from telling the team to start with as we didn’t want the pressure of them knowing to somehow hinder things but trying to hide a relationship from a group of profilers is like trying to hide from an unsub behind a glass door. Impossible. When they all inevitably found out, Aaron got an earful from the lot of them considering how things went last time, but I can honestly say, he’s not going to hurt me. The one person we’ve decided it’s absolutely essential not to tell is the mega bitch herself – Haley. I can’t risk Aaron losing Jack for being in a relationship with me, I’d never forgive myself. So, while Haley knows me and Aaron are back on good terms, everything else is hidden from her.

I jolted upright as an alarm sounded right next to my head. I fumbled around beside me trying to find my phone to shut it off. As I pulled my phone towards me, JJ’s name flashed in my face.

“Oh my god finally, where the hell are you? Is Hotch with you?” She said sounding frustrated.

“What do you mean?” I replied, my voice heavy with sleep. As I was talking, I felt an arm snake around my waist pulling me backwards. Aaron buried his head in the crook of my neck, sighing happily. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone, cuddle up to him and just stay there forever. However, this being my life – that was not going to happen.

“You were meant to be here half an hour ago. Hotch has a meeting this morning that starts in 20 minutes and neither of you are anywhere to be seen.” JJ explained. That woke me up. I looked at the clock. 10:00. Shit.

“Aaron.” I jabbed him with my elbow causing him to groan while pulling me closer to him. “Aaron, seriously wake up. We’re so late. You have a meeting today.” I hissed. He shot up right.

“What?” He looked at the clock. “Fuck. What happened to the alarm?” He asked, rushing to get out of bed.

“I don’t know, we must have forgotten to set it.” I replied. “Okay Jayje we’re on our way, we’ll be there asap. See you soon.” I said hanging up the phone. Aaron tumbled into the bathroom, pulling his trousers on before grabbing his toothbrush. I pulled my shirt over my head whilst frantically trying to find my hairbrush.

“I can’t believe we let this happen.” I called out, trying not to laugh.

“I know, I could’ve sworn I set the alarm.” He replied.

“I mean we were a bit, well – preoccupied – last night.” I joked. He shot me a smirk before his face dropped.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was meant to take jack to school today. He has a late start and Haley said she couldn’t make it. But I’ve got to the get to this meeting.” He dropped his head in his hands.

“Where is he now?” I questioned.

“He should still be at Jess’s, he stayed over last night.” He replied, doing his tie up.

“Well, I can grab him if you want. I can afford to be a few more minutes late to the office.” I offered. He shot me an uncertain look.

“Won’t that look a bit strange? If you turn up they might think somethings going on” he said. I stepped closer to him.

“I can just say I’m doing a favour for a friend. I’ll even throw in there that the rest of the team were busy, so I was a last resort if you want.” I suggested. He chuckled at my words but still looked hesitant.

“What’s on your mind Aaron?” I placed my arms round his neck as his gravitated towards my waist. He sighed.

“I just don’t want to risk things going wrong again. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.” He confessed. My heart melted. It gave me comfort to know he was serious about us this time.

“I get it. But I can promise you this. You are not going to lose me again, okay? I’m in this for the long haul. Not even the queen of manipulation herself can take me away from you.” I said, cupping his face in my hands. A smile graced his lips, one that I only ever saw at home. One that made me feel safe.

“But if you want me to call Emily and ask her to pick him up, I will.” I continued.

“No. I want you to go. Jack loves you anyway.” He replied before pulling me into a kiss. It was a whirlwind, one that I never wanted to break from. But considering neither of us had left the house yet – I was forced to.

“Okay, come on we need to leave.” I said grabbing my coat and heading outside. I gave him a quick kiss before jumping in my car and heading to Jess’ place.

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The ride there was relatively quick considering I’d stayed at Aarons, and she only lived about 15 minuets away. I knew Jess quite well, and we got along. She’d never had an issue with me unlike her sister. But I couldn’t help from feeling slightly anxious as I knocked on the door. However, the last thing I expected was to see was the person I’d been trying my best to avoid.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Haley questioned, raising her brow at me. I swallowed nervously. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t intimidate me. I mean she’s the human equivalent to a chihuahua – mouthy as fuck but tiny. I just didn’t want to say anything that might jeopardise Aaron.

“Hey Haley, I’m here to take Jack to school. Hotch was running late for a meeting and didn’t think you were available. The rest of the team were busy, so he called me.” I said calmly. She looked me up and down, judging me heavily.

“A likely story. You’re not his mum you know, just because your suddenly all friendly with Aaron.” She said applying as much emphasis as she could onto his name. “It means nothing outside of work.” I could tell she was trying to provoke some type of reaction out of me, but me being the stubborn bitch I am, wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. Instead, I opted for a more entertaining route.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” I gushed. “If you ever thought I was overstepping I’m apologise, that was never my intent.” I said my voice oozing with as much fake soppiness I could handle. She rolled her eyes before walking away.

“I can’t believe he still tolerates you” She muttered. I’m assuming she was referring to Hotch. Before I could think on it any longer, Jack can bounding towards me.

“Y/N” He called happily.

“Hey little man” I replied bending down to wrap my arms around him. The happiness this kid brought me was insane.

“You ready for school?” I asked standing back up.

“Yep. We’re making decorations for the class today. We’re having a party on Friday” He replied, beaming up at me.

“That’s amazing buddy. Let’s get you there right away then shall we?” I replied.

“Okay. Bye mum.” He called before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the car. I didn’t get a chance to see Haley’s face as we left but I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head. Well, that was fun.

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The rest of the day went fine, despite the rushed start. Luckily Hotch had made it in time for his meeting. We didn’t have a case today, so it was a pretty lazy day. I spent most of it either pestering Emily or gossiping with Garcia. I guess, technically, there was some paperwork I could’ve been doing but my ideas were so much more fun.

“I’m telling you now Garcia, I swore we’d set an alarm.” I said between laughter.

“Well, it’s nice to know he’s satisfying you this time round.” She quipped.

“Hey, satisfaction was never an issue” I replied. Her eyes widened mischievously.

“So” She begun. “He’s good in bed then?” She asked, twirling her fluffy pen in between her fingers as she leant back in her chair.

“Pen, I love you, but I’m not discussing this with you right now. We’re in a professional workspace.” I said, a fake authoritative tone laced in my voice. She shot me a look of pretend annoyance but before she could say anything Emily burst through the door.

“You alright there Em?” I asked turning to face her.

“You guys might wanna come and see this” she said before turning and walking back out the way she came. I swapped a confused look with Garcia before getting up and following Emily. The team was stood in the bullpen, not-so-subtly starring into Hotch’s office.

“What’s going on?” I asked Spencer. He just gestured at the window. I looked up and saw a very pissed off looking Haley standing in front of an equally pissed off Aaron. They were having a rather heated debated (argument) by the looks of things.

“Why is she here?” Garcia piped up. “We don’t know. She just showed up and barged in.” Derek replied. I felt my face flush red as my heart sunk.

“Hey.” Spencer nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“I think it’s my fault.” I muttered. This caught the team’s attention, but before anyone could ask me about it, Haley stormed out of his office.

“No, I’m not having this Aaron. This isn’t fair” She yelled.

“You’re being unreasonable. I was running late, and you said you were busy. What did you expect me to do?” He replied, aggravated. Fuck, this was about me.

“You could have called anyone else. Not the woman who’s been trying to squeeze her way into my son’s life. She’s trying to replace me god dam it.” I felt the team’s eyes on me, but I refused to look at them. Aaron glanced at me before replying to Haley.

“You need to quit the bullshit Haley. Y/N knows full well that you are Jack’s mother, and she would never do anything to undermine or replace you. Stop trying to pin this all on her when she’s been nothing but nice to you.” He’d finally had enough of her and I’m not ashamed to admit that I was glad. It made my heart swell with pride to hear how he was defending me. That feeling didn’t last long as Haley’s shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Nice to me?? Aaron have you lost your mind?” She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest. This pissed me off. I went to go forward but JJ grabbed my arm.

“Do you not remember what she did? The phone call? She told everyone about you Aaron. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She blinked up at him, clearly trying to win him over. That was enough.

“No, you’d just shag some other guys behind his back wouldn’t you Haley” I called, shaking JJ’s hand from me. I walked up the stairs and stood next to Aaron, who’d pushed her hands away at this point.

“I would never do that. Aaron, listen to her spinning these lies about me.” She protested.

“Seriously Haley? Come off it. You’re making yourself look like a right twat. We all know you cheated, and we all know your just trying to ruin everything good in Aaron’s life because your bitter that he has a life outside of you. So just accept that he’s moved on and leave.” I said, trying my hardest not to yell at her.

“Honestly.” She scoffed. “At least I didn’t expose his secrets to the whole team. You might want to work on keeping your mouth shut. As well as your legs, it’s not attractive to sleep around the office you know honey.” She shot. It took everything inside of me not to smack the bitch right there.

“First of all, stop with the fucking lies okay. I told Aaron what really happened with that phone call. The fact that you tried to turn my own boyfriend against me purely to satisfy your own crazy, possessive fantasies is the most delusional fucked up thing you could have possibly done. He doesn’t love you anymore. When will you get that into your thick skull” I yelled. Safe to say I’d lost it. Haley just starred back at me, unable to talk. “Nobody wants you here. Grab your shit and get out.” I spat. This seemed to snap her back into reality. She shifted her eyes from me to Aaron.

“You are never going to see Jack again.” She hissed. She turned to walk away but I stepped in front of her.

“What was that?”

“I said he’s never going see jack again. I’m taking him to court and making sure I get full custody. If he’s choosing to side with you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting my son be in his life.” She explained, her tone was viscous.

“On what grounds are you going to take him to court for?” I pressed. This caught her off guard. “No please do tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Aaron has done nothing to prove he’s a bad father or should be denied custody. He has a house, a clean background, a stable career – I mean hell, he probably earns more than you. So, think about it, do you really want to kick up a big fuss for something you probably wont even win?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to string a sentence together but her words fell short. “Exactly. Now, Aaron will be picking Jack up later and we will bring him home tomorrow. Now, leave.” I concluded, a satisfied smile on my face. Haley glanced from me to Aaron, dumbfounded, before grabbing her bag and storming out. As soon as she left, I heard clapping coming from down below. I looked down and saw Derek grinning proudly as he applauded me.

“WHOOOH!” He called.

“Look at you go girl” Penelope jeered joining in. Soon enough the whole team were clapping and cheering up at me. I laughed at them, suddenly becoming shy. All Of a Sudden, I felt an arm snake around my waist, turning me around. Before I could process anything, Aaron had cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips to mine passionately. My head was spinning. As cliché as it sounds, the rest of the world melted away as I allowed myself to get lost in the heat of the kiss. It was laced with nothing but love. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, but he pressed his forehead to mine. He wore a boyish, heart-warming smile on his lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He whispered. The sincerity in his voice shocked me.

“I-I love you too. I’m sorry to have caused a scene I just couldn’t stand to see her all over you like that and she was-“ I rambled but he cut me off by placing a finger to my lips.

“Shh. You did nothing wrong. Thank you. For everything.” He replied. I pulled away slightly and grinned up at him.

“Anytime love, anytime.” We starred into each other’s eyes for a moment longer. His arms round my waist, mine around his neck – just basking in our love for each other for a brief moment.

“Um guys, this is cute and all, but could you just get a room or something?” Rossi called, causing us all to laugh.

“Come on.” Aaron said, lacing his fingers in mine. “Let’s go home.” I’d never felt happier than I did it that moment. The moment I knew I’d be with him forever.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #bau #criminal minds #haley hotchner #ssa hotchner #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x y/n #agent hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #jj #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #david rossi

[spinchip]

crackships.... skylor/zane? or maybe Dareth/garmadon?

A/N: Zane ships are my weakness so i did zane/skylor but dareth/garmadon is also so extremely good. can u imagine holy shit

It starts when Skylor invites Zane to dinner as a sorry-my-dad-kidnapped-you apology meal, which isn’t as terribly awkward or painful as it might sound solely because Zane is polite to a fault and Skylor is awfully good at skirting sensitive topics with grace and poise.

It continues when Zane insists on returning the favor.

And it keeps going after that because Skylor realizes halfway through their entree her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and she finds that it’s an ache she wouldn’t mind feeling more often.

Dinner becomes a regular thing, almost entirely by accident. At some point they give up the pretense of settling the score and fall into an easy routine, and when Friday nights come around Skylor practically skips out of Chen's Noodles, all too eager to hang out with the nindroid quickly becoming a staple in her life. It’s more than dinner now, though, their friendship quickly growing. It was lunch and movies and chess during the week now too, he’d brought her homemade dishes more than once while she was at work, taking a quick break to eat with him in the staff room and talk about their plans for the week so they could figure out which times were best to hang out.

One Friday night, after she spends 20 minutes looking for the perfect outfit and even longer fixing her hair and make-up, it occurs to Skylor that she might be considering this a date.

She lets her hands fall into her lap, clasping at the handle of her hair brush with mixed emotions, “Huh.” She says to her reflection, who is looking fine as hell.

Skylors… never really had a real boyfriend, or even dated for that matter. There weren’t exactly a lot of boys her age growing up on the island, and if there were, they were absolutely not her type. She’s neve been in a relationship or really had to deal with these feelings, there’s no experience for her to draw from to navigate this, she just… likes Zane. And she sorta wants to spend all her time with him.

He;s cooking for her tonight, a new recipe he’d been excited to try, he was supposed to be over any minute now. They used her apartment most fridays because if they went to the monastery the others would all be there, and these dinners were more just for them so they could be alone-

Skylor pauses, setting her hairbrush on her vanity with dawning realization… Were they… already dating?

She ruminates over that for longer than she cares to admit, silently cursing her father for her childhood, normal well adjusted adults probably knew if they were dating their best friend or not! She hasn’t come to a guaranteed conclusion by the time Zane knocks on her door, and she resolves to think about it later, taking her time to enjoy the evening. He’s dressed smartly in a pair of light jeans and a blue turtleneck, and he’s got a bag of groceries in each hand- his apron is slung over one shoulder, and she raises her eyebrows at it as he walks to her kitchen.

He sets the bags on the counter and turns to face her, there’s a faint trace of nerves on his face that vanishes the moment he takes the time to look at her, “You look beautiful.” He tells her earnestly.

“Oh this? It was… nothing- so, what are you making?”

“Actually, It’s a pretty complicated dish.” He admits, “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind cooking with me tonight? I brought my apron.” He holds up the frilly pink thing, smiling at her.

Oh. oh this is a thing.

See, Zane loves cooking. He loves cooking more than Skylor loves cooking, and shes the head chef at an incredibly popular noodle house- he’d told her plenty of times how cooking made him feel, how personal it could be, how he didn’t often like other people in the kitchen with him… so this is a moment, this means something, right?

“Are we dating?” She blurts out before she can rephrase it not so bluntly, wincing at how he lowered the apron hesitantly.

“I do not think so.” He visibly mulls it over, “We have not had that talk. I would like to.”

“Have that talk?”

“Date.” He clarifies, giving her a small smile, “If that’s what you want as well.”

“Oh.” She says gently, blinking, “Yes.”

He brightens, beaming at her and she finds herself smiling in kind before she reaches over and grabs her own apron, tying it around her waist, “Lets cook, shall we?”

#spinchip fic #rarepairs are soooo fun lol #Anonymous

[existtolaugh]

B.W.F. - Raw - 11/23/20 (Chapter 01)

SPOILERS AHEAD FROM RAW

Asuka & Lana vs. Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler

How could they let this happen? How on earth could Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler find themselves in this situation? They weren't even scheduled to wrestle tonight, and here they were, strapped down and about to be tickled. Shayna, tied down extra tight, arms spread wide on the bed, ankles stocked and mouth gagged as she glared daggers into the Empress of Tomorrow. Nia did not have that luxury, as she was blindfolded and in a similar state to her fellow partner, though Lana had all the intention of wanting to hear her beg. With the current Women's Tag Team Champions locked in the stocks on the hotel bed side by side, they had no choice but to accept their fate.. No matter how much they would despise it..

Asuka chuckled to herself as she examined her prey. Shayna Baszler, not everybody had the luxury of tormenting the tormentress herself. She was going to enjoy this greatly. Straddling her prey, who tugged as fiercely as possible against her binds, Asuka began to wiggle her nails above Baszler's bare belly.. Trying to not show weakness, she huffed at the threat.. That is, before those nails began to attack..

Quaking in her binds, her huffing quickly turned to chortles behind the gag, eyes shut tightly to compose herself.. But Asuka was far too skilled.. Her nails danced across the surface of that tummy, stroking every nerve to perfection, eliciting squeals of desperate attempts of freedom from her victim.. Baszler was ticklish, and Asuka knew it..

Lana had the widest smile on her face at Nia's helplessness. Oh, how she waited for this day.. Nia had been making Lana's life a living hell for the last two months, and how the tables had turned.. The sweet, glorious unbroken announce tables..~

"You have been quite the thorn in my side..~" Lana teaser as her nail jabbed at Nia's bare side, forcing a squeak from her lips.. "..But I think.. We can come to an understanding.. You put me through nine tables.. So.. I'm going to torture you until you break nine times..~" She spoke as Nia tugged a little at her binds.. "I swear.. Tables will be the least of your worries when I get my ha-hahahands on y-yohohou..!" She was unable to finish her sentence without laughing as Lana's nails found themselves squeezing into the pudgy and adorable belly of her victim.. "Oh misha.. Soviet interrogator already has hands on you..~"

Baszler was starring at the ceiling, huffing and puffing into her gag as she suffered the cruel fate of Asuka's nails poking and prodding every spare inch of het midsection. Shayna was not holding up well, and whenever Asuka hit that belly, it forced an agonizing lunge to try and stop the empress.. But the binds forced her to endure that sickening torment.. "You.. Not ready.. For Asuka..~" She teased before jabbing a curious nail into Syana's navel.. This forced the bed to move with how hard she tugged..

She hated how easy it was to break like this. Why was she cursed with such unbearable sensitivity? She never did anything wrong! Except for.. Well.. Beat people up.. And tickle them until the pass out.. But still..! Life was as unfair as that stupid nail swirling ground in her belly button! What she wouldn't give to have Asuka's neck locked around her arms right now.. But no, she had to lay here.. And accept her punishment like the ticklish girl she was..

"Tell me where you hide the microfilm and tickles stop." Lana was in full Russian mode right now.. Sitting on Nia's waist as her manicured nails dug and drilled into the exposed and unprotected armpits of her prisoner. Nia was absolutely losing it, too. She knew Lana could be a mean tickler, but this was unbearable! Be it the Russian roleplay or the sharp nails, she was a mess right now! "G-GOHOD STAHAHAP! THEHERE IHIHIS NOHO STUHUPID MIHICROFIHILM!"

"Then you leave me with no choice. If you refuse to reveal the location of microfilm, I must resort to drastic measures.." Lana was having the time of her life right now, but poor Nia.. As soon as she heard the buzz of an electric toothbrush, she tugged fiercely at her binds.. She knew what was coming.. "W-Wait just a second..! Lana.. I.. We've been friends, right? All those tables I put you through was.. We were just kidding around..!" She waited behind her blindfold.. The buzzing stopped.. She sighed in relief.. Before her cheeks were gently grabbed by the interrogator.. "Failure to provide results earns punishment.~" She spoke in that thick accent before slipping that toothbrush right into Nia's belly button and turning it on..

The reaction was as explosive as you would imagine..

Shayna wasn't sure if she could handle this much longer. She blinked back tears, yet Asuka would not care. Shayna couldn't even find pleasure when Asuka hoped off of her, because she knew the worst was coming. Her feet.. Toes curled tightly before that luxury was ripped away by Asuka securing each toe individually.. The hands of the Raw Women's Champion caressing baby oil into those terrified arches and toes.. Shayna blocked out the world around her.. Eyes closed.. Focussed on anything but what was about to happen..

She lasted half a second before bursting into a screaming fit when Asuka dragged a hairbrush across her arches.

Every curse word, every threat, every promise to annihilate Asuka was suppressed behind that gag, and Asuka didn't need to be fluent in English to know that Shayna was suffering, as it was beyond what words could describe. And that was before the second hairbrush..

Nia wished she was nicer to Lana. Nia wished she hadn't put her through nine announce table. Nia wished she had just kept her hands to herself on Raw, because she would not be in this situation if she had. But no, she had to "disclose location of previous Soviet microfilm or face consequences." and boy was she facing those consequences now.. "L-LAHAHANA! JUHUST STAHAHAP AHAHALREHEADY! YOHOU PROHOVED YOHOUR POHOINT!" She pleaded, which earned some squeezing to het soft hips as a response. "You have learned nothing. But you will.~" And after what felt like an eternity, shut off the toothbrush..

Nia panted and tried to regain her composure, but it all flew out the door when Lana started to tie back some toes.. "L-Lana! Lana please no..!" Nia didn't know where to start with her begging. Lana would not care either way, however, as she ensured the tootsies in front of her were firmly secured.. "You leave me with no choice.. Prepare to suffer..~"

Slowly did her nails caress Nia's soles, forcing a loud gasp to escape from her mouth. Fingers twitching, her feet were here one spot where soft, delicate tickle torture would annihilate her. Lana's nails were sharp and shapely, perfect for turning any pair of feet into a quivering mess of nerves, but for Nia, it was hell..

Shayna wanted to die. She wanted to die and never be tickled again. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her soles were subjected to the fierce scrubbing of Asuka's hairbrushes, as well as the occasional comb sawing between her toes. She wanted - no, she NEEDED out of this situation, but Asuka knows no such mercy.. Shayna, glaring death into the eyes of the warrior at her feet, began to feel light headed as if a merciful god allowed her to pass out.. Asuka had successfully broken Baszlerz, and was satisfied..

Although.. Wait a moment.. This all started when Asuka had a match with Lana.. And Asuka was attacked by Nia and Shayna ending the match.. Which means that Asuka had won by DQ.. Asuka wasn't finished tonight..~

"I WIHILL NEHEVER PUHUT YOHOU THROHOUGH AHANOTHER TAHAHBLE AGAHAHAIN! PLEHEHEASE! JUHUST STAHAHAP AHALREADY!" Nia didn't know what was worse; the sharp and devilish nails slowly raking up and down her arch or the flossers slowly buzzing between her toes in random patterns.. Tears stained the blindfold covering her eyes.. She was losing her mind and would never put Lana through another table again in her life if it meant mercy from the Ravishing Russian..

"I have all night to play with you, my little prisoner.. In fact, I think we will try-" She could not finish her sentence, however, as Asuka's nails found themselves pressed into her ribcage.. She had forgotten they had a match earlier.. But Asuka hadn't.. "AH-AHAHAH! N-NYEHET! NYEHEHEHET!~" Lana squeaked adorably, though Asuka had no intention of wrecking her tonight.. She owed Lana one from earlier, and besides.. They were friends now.. Lana would have it easy tonight, Nia would get it from both Asuka and Lana later, Shayna would dream her revenge.. And Asuka? She proved it once again tonight..

Nobody is ready for Asuka~

#Tickling #Tickle #BWF #Tickle Story #Fan Fiction #WWE #Asuka #Lana #Nia Jax #Shayna Baszler #Raw

[jamaninja]

that’s what little girls are made of

Word count: 3,584 Rating: General Pairing: Olicity (obviously) Summary: Oliver learns pretty quickly that he’s useless when it comes to his sister’s hair. So he enlists the help of someone who...you know, has some.

Author’s note: Sooo...a while ago, I wrote a really quick thing called sugar and spice. I was rereading it the other day and a new scene came to me. Before I knew it, it resulted in this. Enjoy!

“Ollie!” 

The fourteen-year-old groans as he rolls over in his bed and pulls the pillows over his ears, hoping to drown out his little sister’s shrieks. 

That, however, does nothing to deter her. 

“Ollie!” A shift on his mattress alerts him to the fact that she is now on his bed, and that just makes him burrow into his pillows even harder. “Ollie, wake up! Wake up! You promised you would help me get ready for school today!” 

He groans, cursing his past self for making that promise. He did indeed tell her that he would help her get ready for school, since Mom and Dad are both out of town on business. But he agreed solely under duress. That’s the only way you can describe Thea when she’s looking up at you with her huge hazel eyes swimming in tears. 

“A few more minutes, Speedy,” he grumbles underneath the pillow. 

But all of a sudden, it disappears and his head is exposed to the early morning cold. “No, now!” she shouts happily, hitting him in the side with said pillow. 

He sighs heavily. There’s absolutely no chance she’s going to leave him alone. He might as well get up already. 

With a grunt, he sits up in his bed and gently shifts Thea so she’s on the floor. “All right,” he yawns, stretching his arms high above him. “Let’s go.” 

She drags him across the hall to her bedroom and he helps her choose her outfit for the day. As much as it would have cracked him up to see his little sister go to Pre-K in rainbow striped tights, a hot pink ballet tutu and a black and purple polka-dotted blouse, he has a feeling his mother would behead him the minute she was back on American soil. So he steers her toward more conventional choices in a pair of black jeans and a top with light green balloons all over them. 

Once she’s dressed, he takes her to her en suite to help her brush her teeth and wash her face. But then to his still sleepy confusion, she hands him a hairbrush and stands with her back to him, looking up at him through the mirror with an expectant expression. 

“Thea?” he asks. “What are you doing?” 

“You have to fix my hair,” she answers. 

His eyes widen. What the hell! He doesn’t know the first thing about hair! 

“Can’t you get Raisa to do it?” he protests weakly. 

“Nope,” she replies, her adorable eyes almost as wide as her smile. “I want you to do it. Please?” 

He sighs. Again with the duress. 

For the next ten minutes he runs the brush through her hair as he struggles to pull her long brown locks into two bunches. He ties them off in what he hopes are pigtails, but when he looks in the mirror, he realizes they look more like twin, lopsided rat’s nests than anything. 

But that doesn’t matter to Thea. She just beams up at him and says, “Thank you!” before kissing him on the cheek and running down to breakfast. 

After breakfast and after Oliver gets ready himself, the two of them climb into the car and the driver takes them to their respective schools. She gives him another peck on the cheek and a cheery wave before bounding out of the car and off toward the school, her Elsa backpack and her horrible pigtails bouncing up and down as she runs away. 

His mouth twists in half amusement, half resignation as he watches her go. God, that hair really is terrible, he thinks to himself. But what is he supposed to do? He doesn’t know the first thing about hair! 

The driver drops him off at his school, and he trudges toward his locker in the freshman hall. Unsurprisingly, Felicity is already sitting there, her back up against the locker next to his with her book open in her lap. 

“Hey,” he greets her. 

“Good morning,” she mutters distractedly, and it makes Oliver smile and shake his head. Knowing Felicity as he did, she likely had finished her homework the night before, but she has to double check her answers before she turns it in. She’s a perfectionist that way. 

“Tommy here yet?” 

She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the page. “Probably still asleep.” 

Oliver snorts at that. Figures, since class is going to start in fifteen minutes. 

Once he’s grabbed all the books he’ll need for his morning classes, he plops own on the floor next to her. It’s only then that she shuts her book and turns her full attention to him, a soft smile on her face that never fails to make his stomach a little jittery. 

“So how are you?” she asks. 

“Good,” he shrugs, his mind still on his sister and the predicament of her hair. 

It makes him think about the first time he met Felicity — her hair was a golden halo of a mess, falling out of the little ribbon that was supposed to keep it in place. And her hair ended up looking like that for most of grade school. It wasn’t until high school that she started taking better care of it. Now it’s sleek and shiny, and it’s in a ton of different hairstyles from day to day. 

Suddenly, it dawns on him. 

“Hey, Felicity,” he says slowly. “Can you teach me how to braid hair?” 

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why?” 

Oliver sighs and rubs his hands over his eyes. “My parents are out of town this week and Thea asked me to do her hair this morning and it turned out awful because I don’t know the first thing about doing hair and she’s probably going to get shit on the playground because of my shitty hair skills, and that just makes me feel like a shitty brother.” 

Felicity’s expression melts into a smile and he ignores the little flip his stomach does. Again. 

“Sure,” she said. Immediately, she turns so her back is to him and she tugs the little elastic band tying her hair together at the top of her crown. In an instant, her golden locks tumble down her back and the sweet, fresh scent of her shampoo hits him right in the face. 

“Here,” she says, handing him a tiny brush over her shoulder. 

Tentatively he takes it and starts running it through her hair. It’s soft — surprisingly soft. And it’s cool to the touch, like it might have still been a little damp when she tied it up. 

It isn’t until this moment that he realizes he’s been wanting to touch her hair for a long time. 

“So the first thing you’re going to want to do is separate my hair into three sections,” she instructs him. “One on the left, one on the right and one in the middle.” 

He does as she says, carefully brushing through each section to make sure it’s a clean separation and as untangled as possible. Then, with her back still to him, she shows him how to weave each section together, the left over the middle, then the right over the middle. Alternating over and over again until she has a single plait trailing down her back. 

The first time he does it, it’s a little messy and a little uneven. The second time he tries, it’s too loose and Felicity tells him it’ll fall apart easily. But by the third time, he’s got the hang of it, and when she runs her fingers over the finished project, she turns around and beams at him. 

“Good job,” she says. 

Suddenly he has no breath left in his lungs. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thanks.” 

The bell chooses that moment to ring and it forces the life back into his muscles. The two of them stand up and she gives him a wave, telling him she’ll see him at lunch. But as he walks to class, he can’t get the smell of her hair out of his nose or the beauty of her smile out of his head. 

The next morning, Oliver braids Thea’s hair the way Felicity taught him, and you would have thought he’d given her the moon, she’s so happy. She shows off her braid to Raisa, to the driver, to anyone who’s patient enough to listen to her ramble about how awesome her big brother is. 

It makes his chest swell with pride. 

When he gets to school, he tells Felicity all about Thea’s reaction and it makes her smile. 

“Do you want me to teach you how to French braid, then?” she asks. 

“What’s that?” 

She pulls up a picture on her phone. Oliver frowns at the complicated braid. 

“I’m not sure I can pull that off,” he says slowly. 

“Sure you can,” she dismisses. And with that, her hair is once again loose and she’s turned her back toward him so he can practice. 

Well, far be it for him to lose out on the chance to play with her hair again. 

It takes him far longer to master the French braid. It’s just so darn complicated, and he swears you need like twenty-six fingers just to be able to handle it all. But Felicity is patient, and she only giggles when he starts cursing. 

He’s determined, though. He wants to get this right, so he spends his lunch time, the entirety of their half-hour reprieve outside on the lawn with Felicity and Tommy, his fingers tangled in her hair as she reaches behind her and feeds him carrot sticks every time he leans over her shoulder and opens his mouth, since his hands are otherwise occupied. 

“Goddamn it!” he shouts as the braid falls apart for the millionth time. 

Tommy rolls his eyes. “What’s your problem, bro? It’s just a braid! How hard can it be?” 

Oliver glares at his best friend in annoyance. “Fine,” he shoots back. “You try it.” 

Never one to back down from a challenge, Tommy takes his place behind Felicity as Oliver steps away to let him have at it. He runs the brush through Felicity’s hair a couple of times, then squints at the phone screen Felicity holds for him. 

“OK, so I pull a section of hair from the top,” he mumbles to himself, his tongue caught between his teeth as he makes his attempt. 

But twenty seconds in, Tommy’s cursing up a storm as well. It makes Oliver smirk in self-assured satisfaction and Felicity giggle at his impatience. 

“What the fuck is this?” Tommy demands. 

“What’s your problem, bro?” Oliver repeats mockingly. “It’s just a braid! How hard can it be?” 

They spend the rest of lunch bickering at each other over how to properly execute a French braid while Felicity chuckles lightly to herself whenever she looks up from her history textbook. 

It isn’t until after school that Oliver finally gets it. Felicity sits perched on the edge of the low brick wall that surrounds the front of the circle drive and he stands behind her when her hair finally resembles a braid and not a tattered string of yarn after an energetic kitten has just finished with it. 

“So?” he asks, showing her the picture he took on his phone. “What do you think?” 

Felicity just grins and gives him a high five. “There may be hope for you yet, Queen.” 

For the next week, Felicity teaches him all sorts of hairstyles: ponytails, pigtails, buns and increasingly difficult and complicated braids. He’s had his hands in her hair so much that he’s practically memorized how each cornsilk strand feels under his fingertips. 

He can’t get enough. 

Thea squeals in delight with each new hairstyle her brother makes up for her — so much so that even when his parents return from their business trip and Mom resumes her control of Thea’s morning routine, the little girl refuses to let her mother touch her hair. 

“Ollie’s my hairstylist,” she announces, much to the poor teen’s embarrassment. 

His mother, though, doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she gives him this watery look that just makes him squirm in discomfort and try as hard as possible to avoid her sappy gaze. 

Oliver tells Felicity and Tommy about it at school the next day. Tommy falls over laughing at the thought of his best friend turning into a hairstylist. 

“I’m going to have to get you a sink and a smock!” he cackles as he clutches his stomach. 

But Felicity doesn’t laugh. She just smiles softly at Oliver and says, “Don’t pay attention to him. I think it’s sweet how much you and your sister love each other.” 

His insides clench at the way she’s looking at him, and he can’t tell if he wants to reach forward and touch her or bolt as far as he can in the other direction. 

He does take her advice, however. Oliver ignores Tommy and continues styling his sister’s hair, and he finds that he actually enjoys it. It’s fun to look up styles online to see if he can pull it off. And he enjoys listening to Thea babble about her little four-year-old dreams. It’s a way for them to spend some time together, just the two of them. 

And he finds himself telling Felicity about it. Every day, before the first bell rings, the two of them sit in front of their lockers and he recounts his time with his sister, making his voice high-pitched and waving his arms around to properly imitate Thea’s energetic manner. And every day, Felicity listens and giggles and grimaces in all the right places. 

“She sounds like a sweetheart,” she says after Oliver recounts a spirited anecdote of Thea’s constantly change social circles. “I really want to meet her.” 

His heart leaps in his chest at the thought of them meeting, and the words are out of his mouth before he can even stop them. 

“Do you want to come over this weekend?” 

The instant he blurts out the invitation, his immediate reaction is to run his head through his locker. But much to his surprise, her smile widens and she nods. 

“I’d love to.” 

When Saturday rolls around, Oliver turns into a complete mess. Felicity’s supposed to come by at one in the afternoon, but it’s already twelve-thirty and he’s changed his shirt and pants six times, completely unable to decide on what he should wear. It’s a rare opportunity for her to see him out of his uniform, and he feels an irrational need to impress her. 

Thea bounds into his bedroom (without knocking, as usual) just as he’s throwing his blue polo onto the bed in frustration. She stops at the look on his face and cocks her head to the side. 

“What’s wrong, Ollie?” 

“Nothing,” he answers distractedly as he walks back once again into his closet, looking for some hidden gem deep in its depths. “I’m trying to find something to wear.” 

She follows him into the cavernous closet and she starts shoving hangers aside as well, like she’s helping him. 

“What about this?” she asks brightly, holding up a gigantic white Hawaiian shirt with tiny pink flamingos printed all over it. 

He glances over and grimaces. “Speedy, that thing could fit the both of us at the same time.” 

That makes her giggle hysterically. “No it couldn’t!” she shouts. 

He can’t help it. At the sound of his sister’s laughter, he feels his anxiety ebbing away, giving rise to the playful side she naturally brings out in him. “Oh yeah?” he teases. “How much you wanna bet?” 

“Six BAJILLION DOLLARS!” she shouts. 

With that, he grabs the shirt and his sister. He hugs her, her back to his chest as he pulls the shirt over the two of them. 

“See?” he mocks her as he stands the two of them in front of the mirror. Both of their heads stick out of the collar, but their arms are trapped underneath. Thea cackles at the sight. 

“We look like a monster!” she shrieks happily. 

“You look like a monster!” Oliver answers as he tickles his sister. 

Trapped by the tent of a shirt, Thea can’t get away. All she can do is curl up, paralyzed by her laughter, begging her brother to stop. 

“Ollie!” she shrieks. “OLLIE, STOP!” 

He’s about to answer, but he hears a throat clearing in the doorway. His smile falls and instead his face freezes into an expression of shock and slight panic when he sees Raisa standing there with Felicity. 

“You have a guest, Mister Oliver,” the kindly housekeeper grins. 

Oh God, he thinks. She’s here. And he’s wearing the most horrendous shirt known to man. And more importantly, he’s wearing it with his sister. 

Thea takes advantage of his paralyzation and slips out from underneath the shirt. Then she bounds up to a smiling Felicity and grabs her hand. 

“Hi,” she greets. “I’m Thea Queen.” 

“Hi, Thea,” Felicity answers, crouching down so she’s eye level with the little girl. “My name is Felicity. I’m a friend of Oliver’s, from school.” 

Oliver turns bright red as she says his name and immediately clears his throat. “Uh, hey, Felicity. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” 

“I don’t blame you,” Felicity answers with a laugh. “We could hear you two horsing around all the way in the foyer.” 

Thea is watching Felicity carefully and for the first time it occurs to Oliver that his sister might not even like Felicity. And just like that, his nervousness doubles as he waits with bated breath for Thea to give her verdict. 

And as quickly as a four-year-old’s mercurial moods allow, the little girl’s face breaks out into a soft smile. “I like your hair,” she says admiringly, as she reaches up to touch the fake daisy Felicity has tucked into her braided crown hairstyle. 

“Thank you,” the older girl answers with a sweet grin. “Whenever I wear my hair like this, I feel like Elsa.” 

Thea’s eyes widen at the mention of her favorite character. “I love Elsa!” she shouts. Then she turns around and stares at Oliver, who feels oddly fuzzy-chested at the sight of his sister and one of his best friends getting along so well. 

“Ollie, can you braid my hair like Felicity’s?” 

Her question pokes him out of his reverie and he adopts an expression of mocking skepticism. “I don’t know if I can pull it off…” 

The little girl immediately runs back toward her brother and tugs on his arm. “Pleeeeaaaase? Pretty please? I want to look like Elsa!” 

“Come on, Oliver,” Felicity teases. “I can teach you.” 

So for the next hour, the three of them are sitting on Oliver’s bed, Thea sitting cross-legged and as still as her nature will allow while Felicity directs his movements. 

At one point, he’s concentrating so hard that his eyes are a little crossed and his tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth. Felicity’s soft giggling breaks him out of his focus for a little and he turns to frown at her. 

“What?” he demands. “Am I doing it wrong?” 

She just smiles and shakes her head. “No. You’re doing fine. You’re just so focused.” 

He frowns. “Is that a bad thing?” 

She shakes her head again. “Of course not. It’s just cute, is all.” 

Then she leans forward and pecks him on the cheek. 

He tries really, really hard not to turn red at the feeling of her lips on his skin, but he’s pretty sure he fails miserably because Felicity’s giggling again and that’s only making the whole blushing thing worse. 

After Oliver finishes braiding his sister’s hair, the three of them spend the afternoon re-enacting the movie Frozen with Thea as Elsa, Felicity as Anna and Oliver as Kristoff. But, as group play is wont to do, pretty early on in the movie, they all veer off course and create their own weird adventure where the three of them are questing for a magical stone that will bring summer back to Arendelle, and the three of them run into dragons, trolls and giants along the way. 

A few hours later, Felicity’s mom comes by to pick her up. Oliver and Thea are both disappointed that the afternoon is cut short, but she promises that she’ll come back next weekend. 

Once she’s gone, Oliver and Thea wander into the kitchen where Raisa is preparing their snack. As his sister munches down on her crackers, she turns to him and asks, “Ollie? Is Felicity your girlfriend?” 

He almost spits out his juice. “N-no,” he sputters. “Of course n-not! She’s just a friend!” 

Thea frowns. “But if she’s a friend and she’s a girl, why isn’t she your girlfriend?” 

Sensing that Oliver really rather wouldn’t be talking about this, Raisa quickly butts into the conversation. “Miss Thea, we haven’t started planning the menu for your birthday party! What would you like to eat?” 

Talk of her birthday plans sufficiently distracts the four-year-old long enough for Oliver to quickly scarf down the rest of his snack and retreat to his bedroom. 

But Thea’s question haunts him as he goes. If Felicity is his friend and she is a girl, could it be possible for her to be his girlfriend? 

He ponders the possibility until he spots his reflection on the mirror hanging from the back of his closet, and he realizes he’s still wearing the flamingo shirt. 

Well, crap.

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DEFINITELY WORTH IT!!! (Chapter 1)

This story takes place two weeks after “WORTH IT!!!” and as you can probably tell, it is the sequel. I decided to do something a bit darker this time around. WARNING: This is a tickle fic and it has been labeled “mature" due to a large usage of profanity, but also because of foot fetish and intense tickle torture. So in other words, read at your own risk. Anyway, this is Chapter 1 of a 3-chapter story. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it. Undertale © Toby Fox

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A few quick headcanons for M.K. (Monster Kid):

11 years old

doesn’t wear shoes

has sharp toe claws 

Closest representation I could find as to how I picture him: Click here for picture  

And for those of you that don’t know, he has robot arms in my stories.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

********************************************** DEFINITELY WORTH IT!!! Chapter 1: A Both Fortunate and Unfortunate Accident

It is a Thursday at Alphys and Undyne’s house. Yesterday, Alphys left to visit her friends, Bratty and Catty, and won’t be back until later this afternoon. Undyne is currently at the house and can’t wait until Alphys gets home. Undyne wants to surprise her girlfriend by cleaning the entire house and she has been cleaning since 10am this morning. She washed the dishes, did the laundry, vacuumed, and dusted, as well as many other nice things.

It is now 2:30pm and there is one room that still needs cleaning, their bedroom. Undyne then spent the next thirty minutes cleaning the bedroom. After thirty minutes, there was one last area left to clean, and that area was under the bed. Undyne and Alphys have a fold out queen-sized bed, so she folded it up and got down on her hands and knees to clean the floor. Undyne got as close as she could to the wall and when she was nearly finished, the bed somehow unfolded and fell down on top of her. Undyne tried to get away as quickly as she could, but the bed came down too fast and she wound up getting trapped under the bed. Undyne was lying on her stomach and had her feet sticking out at the foot of the bed. Undyne is not being crushed, but she is completely unable to move her legs and torso and is in absolutely no position to push the bed up off of her. Her physical strength is not enough to help her this time around and all she can do is wait until someone shows up to help her get out from under the bed.

It wasn’t too long until M.K. (Monster Kid) stopped by for a visit. He has just finished school and wanted to see Undyne and Alphys since he hasn’t seen them all week. Yesterday, he had a day off from school, so he had a fun-filled day with Papyrus to celebrate his day off. M.K. is a student at Toriel’s school just like Frisk, Chara, and Asriel and every single student at the school is given a day off every other Wednesday. The reason for this is because Toriel believes students deserve a break every once in a while, and having no school every other Wednesday is her way of showing that. She even starts school late on the Mondays during the weeks where the students don’t have Wednesday off. M.K. then entered the house using the key that Undyne and Alphys gave him only to find that the two girls weren’t in plain sight. Undyne is currently trapped under her bed and M.K. doesn’t know that Alphys is currently with Bratty and Catty.

M.K.: Yo! Anyone home!? Undyne? Alphys?

Undyne heard M.K. downstairs and immediately yelled for help.

Undyne: I’m up here! Help!

M.K. then ran upstairs to see why Undyne was yelling for help and noticed that she was under the bed.

M.K.: Undyne! Undyne: M.K.! Thank goodness! M.K.: What are you doing under the bed Undyne? Undyne: I was cleaning and for some god forsaken reason the bed fell down on top of me! I’m not getting crushed or anything but I’m stuck and I’m in absolutely no position to push the bed up and off of me! M.K.: So wait! You’re saying that you’re trapped under the bed? Undyne: Yes! M.K.: You can’t get out at all? Undyne: No! M.K.: Are you sure? Undyne: Just get me out, ok! M.K.: I don’t know. You sure got yourself into a sticky situation Undyne. It would be a shame if I couldn’t use this to my advantage. Undyne: Wait! What do you mean by that!? M.K.: … Undyne: M.K.!

M.K. noticed that Undyne’s feet were sticking out under the bed. Two weeks ago, M.K. was mercilessly tickled by Undyne after he tickled her while she was sleeping. Now with Undyne trapped under the bed, this is the perfect opportunity for M.K. to get his revenge. M.K. grabbed a pillow of off the bed and placed Undyne’s feet on the pillow. Undyne tried kicking as much as she could, but she still couldn’t move her legs or torso at all.

Undyne: M.K.! What are you doing? M.K.: You’ll see. *removes Undyne’s boots revealing her bare feet* Undyne: Hey! Don’t take my boots off! Wait! You better not be doing what I think you’re gonna do! M.K.: Payback time Undyne! *rapidly tickles Undyne’s feet* Undyne: NAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: That’s right Undyne! I can tickle your gorgeous feet all I want and there’s nothing you can do about it! Undyne: (What did he just say about my feet!? Does he… like my feet!?) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

Undyne went completely nuts the moment M.K. started tickling her feet. Her feet are extremely ticklish and M.K. is having a blast tickling them. He was hoping to get revenge on Undyne for tickling the crap out of him two weeks ago and now was his chance. M.K. just loves hearing Undyne’s laughter and she is completely helpless. After rapidly tickling her soles for two minutes, M.K. decided to give her a breather, but only so he could grab a few things before tickling her again.

Undyne: *breathing heavily* WHAT THE HELL PUNK?! M.K.: What’s the matter? Big tough fish girl can’t handle a few tickles? Undyne: IT TICKLES SO BAD! MY FEET ARE INSANELY TICKLISH! M.K.: Not so tough now huh Undyne!? Undyne: WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE SO DEAD!! M.K.: You just stay right here Undyne! I’ll be right back! Undyne: WAIT! WHERE ARE GOING!? M.K.: … Undyne: M.K.!

M.K. then scrounged all over the house looking for several utensils he could use to tickle Undyne’s feet. M.K. has a general idea of what to use since he practices tickling his own feet with various objects whenever he’s alone. After five minutes, M.K. returned with numerous utensils.

Undyne: M.K.! What did you just do? M.K.: You’re about to find out. *uses a feather to tickle in between Undyne’s toes on her left foot* Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaa! Is thahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahat a feheheheheheheheheheheheather?! M.K.: Why yes Undyne, it is! Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaaha!

M.K. loved Undyne’s reaction when he used the feather. He couldn’t believe that sticking a feather in between her toes was enough to drive her crazy with laughter. M.K. can’t even imagine what tickling her feet with other objects will be like and is even more anxious to find out. After one minute, he used the feather to tickle her right foot, once again getting in between each one of her toes.

Undyne: Hahahhaahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahaaahhahahahahahahahaahaha! M.K.: Your feet are so gorgeous and your laughter is hilarious! Undyne: (Oh my god! He does like my feet! What a little pervert!) Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha! M.K.: Coochie coochie coo! Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!! M.K.: Time to take things up a notch! *tickles Undyne’s feet with hairbrushes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAH AAAAHAHAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAAAAAAHHAAHHAHAHHAAHAAAHHAHAAHAAHHAHA!!!!!!

Undyne shrieked with so much frantic and hysterical laughter once M.K. tickled her feet with the hairbrushes. He scrubbed all over her soles and eventually noticed that she snorts every time he tickles her arches. He got even more excited when he made Undyne snort, so he then decided to focus entirely on scrubbing her ultra-sensitive arches.

Undyne: NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAAHHAT *SNORT* MHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHY *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHARCHES!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHH!!!! *SNORT* AHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHH!!!! M.K.: Why not?! It seems like a great spot to tickle you! I’m making you snort! This is so much fun!

Undyne’s face was bright red and she tried really hard to push the bed up and off of her but to no avail. Undyne has never laughed this much or this hard and she is PISSED OFF at M.K. For his sake, he better hope that she doesn’t get out of there. M.K. stopped again after tickling Undyne’s feet with feathers and hairbrushes for five minutes.

M.K.: I am having the greatest time! Undyne: YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT!! DID ANYONE EVER TELL YOU THAT!! M.K.: Yeah, my sister calls me that ALL THE TIME! Undyne: WELL SHE’S RIGHT! NOT ONLY ARE YOU A LITTLE SHIT, YOU’RE A LITTLE PERVERT!! M.K.: Careful Undyne! Remember, you’re the one trapped under the bed! If you keep swearing and calling me names, I won’t let you out and I’ll just tickle you longer! Hehehe. Undyne: OK! I’M SORRY! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU’RE THE NICEST BOY EVER… NOT!!! M.K.: Come on Undyne! Say it like you mean it! UNDYNE: GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE FUCKING DUMBASS PIECE OF SHIT!!! I’M SO GONNA KILL YOU!!! M.K.: Ooh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t say that! Hehehehe. *rapidly tickles her arches with his fingers for two minutes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAHA!!! *SNORT* OK HAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAAA I’M *SNORT* HAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHRRY!!! *SNORT* HAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAHAHHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* M.K.: See Undyne, you can be nice if you really try! *stops tickling her feet* Undyne: THERE I APOLOGIZED!! NOW GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! M.K.: Undyne! What did I say about swearing?! Undyne: OH COME ON!! WHAT MORE DO YOU WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHANT!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAHAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH AHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!!

Undyne’s sentence was cut short when M.K. did something that made her SCREAM with lots and lots and lots of boisterous and hysterical laughter. She was completely shocked by what M.K. did to make her laugh like that. HE’S LICKING HER FEET! M.K.’s tongue is very rough, which means that it tickles immensely. His tongue tickled more than the hairbrushes! M.K. doesn’t even know what came over him to do something like this. He’s discovering more and more about his foot fetish and he licked Undyne’s left foot with long licks all the way from her ball to her heel. It drove Undyne insane and her eyes were extremely watery.

Undyne: (I cannot believe this kid is licking my feet! Why does his tongue tickle SO FUCKING MUCH?!) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! M.K.: *licking Undyne’s feet* (Why on earth am I doing this?! I honestly have no idea why I’m doing this?! Something deep down in my mind just told me to! And it’s… oddly satisfying!)

After one minute, M.K. switched over to Undyne’s right foot and licked it all the way from her ball to her heel just as he did to her left foot and Undyne screamed and shrieked with more boisterous and hysterical laughter. Up until now, M.K. never knew that his tongue could tickle others THAT much! Then again, Undyne has UNGODLY TICKLISH FEET!

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! (I just can’t stop laughing! It tickles so much! Why are my feet so fucking ticklish?! This is so humiliating!)

M.K. made sure to cover every inch of Undyne’s soles. After another minute, he took licking her feet a step further… by licking her toes!

Undyne: OHOOHHOHOOHOHOOHHO MY GAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAD!!!!!!!!! NOHOHHOHOOHHOHOHHOHHOT MY TOHOHOHHOOHOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHHOES!!!!!!!!! EHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEEW!!!!!!!!! EHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEW!!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Undyne is really beginning to believe that M.K. might have a serious problem. He licked every inch of her toes for two whole minutes. He drove Undyne completely crazy when he stuck his tongue in between her toes and she found the entire ordeal quite disturbing. She could not believe someone had to guts to lick her feet like that and she is FURIOUS! M.K. has really gained some confidence with this experience so far. For the first time, he was in control, and he loved it. M.K. is normally one of the nicest kids you’ll ever meet. But in this current situation, he’s being very mischievous and he can’t help himself. But seriously, who can blame him? He’s living the dream of pretty much every boy with a foot fetish.

 M.K.: *stops licking Unydne’s toes* Undyne: *breathing very heavily* OK M.K.! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!! M.K.: I don’t know Undyne. I don’t want to let you out if you keep yelling at me! Undyne: IT’S MY FUCKING HOUSE! I CAN YELL WHENEVER THE FUCK I WANT! AND I TAKE BACK MY APOLOGY YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT!! M.K.: I’m NOT gonna let you out until you calm down! Undyne: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!! M.K.: I’m afraid not! Hehehehe. *Turns on electric toothbrush* Undyne: IS THAT AN ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH!!! THAT BETTER NOT BE AN ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH!!! M.K.: Hehehehe! *tickles Undyne’s left foot with the toothbrush* Undyne: OHOOHOHOHOHOOHOOHO MY GAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAAD IT IS!!!!! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! OHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHHOOHO GAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAAD IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHHIHHCKLES!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!! M.K.: Now this is awesome!!

M.K. is having the time of his life. He just thinks it’s awesome how a strong, tough girl like Undyne can be taken down a few pegs with some tickles. He was looking forward to tickling her feet with electric toothbrushes. M.K. once used them to tickle Asriel and he thought using them to tickle Undyne was even better. After one minute, he switched over to Undyne’s right foot.

Undyne: HAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA AAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! M.K.: Brush those feet clean! Brush, brush, brush! Hahahaha! Undyne: OHOHOHOOHOOHOHHOHHOOHOHHOOHOHOOHOHOHHO MAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!!!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!!

Undyne is not even sure if M.K. is even planning on getting her out! She really doesn’t like being under the bed any longer than she has to be.

M.K.: *stops tickling Undyne* I could do this all day Undyne! Undyne: Ok you little shit. You got your revenge. I know that you went through a lot two weeks ago. I realize what I did to you was wrong and that I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Now if you would be ever so kind, I’d rather not spend all afternoon… TRAPPED UNDER THIS FUCKING BED!!!

Undyne has so many anger issues that she started swearing and calling M.K. names again, which is something he told her not to do.

M.K.: Undyne! You did all that stuff I told you not to do! To think I was gonna let you out in just two more minutes! Now I’m just gonna have to tickle your feet even longer! It pains me to torture such wonderful feet like yours! Oh wait… it doesn’t! I’m having a wonderful time tickling your feet! They’re… so… gorgeous!! Undyne: OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!! M.K.: You know what’s worse than one electric toothbrush? …Two electric toothbrushes!! *turns on both toothbrushes* Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* NOHHOHOHOHOOHHOHOHOOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHORE!!!!! *SNORT*

M.K. focused primarily on Undyne’s arches when he tickled both of her feet with the toothbrushes. Undyne laughed, screamed, snorted, and everything in between. She was a laughing mess. Her eyes watered again, she couldn’t call for help, and Alphys was still with Bratty and Catty. SHE WAS SCREWED! M.K. knows that he’s taking this too far and in a weird way, he’s using this to help Undyne control her anger. It’s… definitely a work in progress. One can definitely be fooled since Undyne is laughing like a lunatic. But every time the tickling stops, you can tell she’s PISSED! After two more minutes, M.K. stopped using the brushes and gave Undyne another breather.

M.K.: Alright Undyne. I’ll let you out soon, but I… have some requests. Before I get you out, you have to stop swearing, you have to stop calling me names, and most importantly, you need to calm down. Undyne: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! M.K.: Congratulations! You just earned yourself three minutes of nonstop tickling! Undyne: GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!!! M.K.: Six minutes it is! Hehehehe. *tickles Undyne’s feet yet again* Undyne: HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHA!!

M.K. was tickling Undyne’s feet with a paintbrush and fork. He used the paintbrush to tickle her left foot and the fork to tickle her right foot.

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHA!! M.K.: What tickles more Undyne, the fork or the paintbrush? Undyne: HAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHA!! M.K.: I’m waiting Undyne! Undyne: HAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: I have all afternoon Undyne! Undyne: THHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE FOHOHOOHOHOHOOHHORK!!! THEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE FOHOOHOHOHOHOOOHOOHOHOHHRK!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAA!! M.K.: Awesome!

After one minute, M.K. began tickling Undyne’s left foot with the fork and her right foot with the paintbrush.

Undyne: HAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M.K.: Who would’ve thought that a fork would make such an awesome tool for tickling? Not me, that’s for sure! Undyne: (Oh my fucking god I wanna yell at him so badly!) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAHAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

After another minute, M.K. tickled Undyne’s toes with a comb. This caused her to unleash lots and lots of hysterical and frantic laughter, especially when he moved the comb in between each one of her ungodly ticklish toes.

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAT IN BEEHHEHEHETWEEHEHEHEHEHEN MY TOHOHOHHOHHOOHOOHES!!!!!! I HAHAHAHAAHAAHAHHAHATE THE COHOHOHOHHOHOOHOOHOHOMB!!!!!! M.K.: Don’t lie Undyne! You know you love it! Undyne: NOHOHHOHHOOHOOHOHOHOHHHO I DOHOHOHHOOHHOOHOHON’T!!!!!! I REHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHALLY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHATE IT!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

After two minutes, M.K. got even more torturous. He once again tickled her arches with the hairbrushes AND licked her toes! He was tickling her worst spots with the hairbrushes and he once again stuck his tongue in between each one of her ungodly ticklish toes, causing Undyne to unleash her loudest laughter yet. Her face got even redder than before, she had lots and lots of tears running down her cheeks, she frantically shook her head, she constantly pounded her fists, and she was vibrating intensely like a Temmie. There was seemingly no end to this merciless torture!

Undyne: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAA HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* NGAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAAAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!

M.K. stopped after two minutes and smiled triumphantly. He tickled Undyne’s feet nonstop for six minutes!

M.K.: How did you like that Undyne?

Undyne: …

M.K.: Undyne?

Undyne: …

M.K.: Undyne! Say something!

Undyne: …

M.K.: Oh no! OH GOD NO!

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