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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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My husband and I were helping out at a charity event this weekend and he was in one of his silly goofball moods and he kept trying to pry his fingers under my arms to tickle me and it got to a point where I would keep my arms clamped to my sides and I would like, get all giggly and try to avoid him. Then he asks me to give him a hug and with my arms clamped down I start giggling and telling him I don’t trust him, so he tells me he’ll be good.
So, like the sucker for affection I am, I slowly move my arms to hug my husband and sure enough he’s good for all of three seconds before he reaches under my arms to tickle me again… In front of our friends and family. 😆
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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thinkin about a ler telling me all of the absolutely terrible n torturous things they plan on doing to me, and then giving me a chance to run and get away
only because they know i don’t stand a chance, they know they’re far faster and stronger than i am. only because they enjoy the chase, they enjoy the desperation in my eyes when they catch me. and they’re going to make me regret ever running in the first place
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THIS IS ADORABLEEEEE. 🩷
You Raise Me Up (Charlie/Nick)
Summary: Nick's obsession with picking Charlie up leads to cute discoveries, which lead to even cuter confessions. (Based on an anoymous prompt!! Hope y'all enjoy it!! xo)
It all started because of Nick Nelson and his stupidly strong rugby arms. Somehow, Nick has convinced himself that picking Charlie up and carrying him is his obligation as a boyfriend.
So, it’s become a very common occurrence for Charlie to be lifted off his feet, a surprised gasp followed by giggles, clinging to Nick like a koala.
And because Nick is stupidly strong, he makes it seem as easy as breathing to lift Charlie in every which way — scooping him up in a bridal carry, over his shoulder like a fireman, or the classic piggyback.
Clearly, all those just weren’t enough for Nick, who needs to add new techniques of literally sweeping his boyfriend off his feet to his repertoire, and one day, decides that sticking his hands under Charlie’s arms js the new thing he wants to try.
Rather than a surprised sound followed by fond laughter, the reaction that Nick gets is something akin to a shriek, although Charlie will deny that.
“Are you okay?” Nick asks, pulling his hands away as though he’d been burned.
Charlie’s cheeks are pink, his eyes wide. “No—I mean, yes, I’m okay, I just—I’m really ticklish,” he splutters, the admission making his face flush more.
Nick’s worried expression quickly melts away and is replaced by a mischievous grin. “Oh, you are?”
The giggling starts before he’s even been touched. “Nick, please, I can’t,” he babbles, but he doesn’t make a move to escape. If he really wanted to, he could take off running and by the time Nick caught him, they’d likely be breathless and too exhausted for such antics, but something like curiosity, maybe even excitement, keeps Charlie rooted to the spot.
He goes down easily when Nick manhandles him to the ground, but he makes a show of swearing and half-heartedly kicking his legs. Once he’s flat on his back, Nick’s hands worm their way back under his arms easily, and he squeals. “Cut it out!”
“Absolutely not,” Nick replies. “This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”
Charlie whines between his high-pitched laughter, the flustering compliments not at all helping him maintain a shred of dignity throughout this ordeal. “Shut up!”
A gasp of mock offense is followed by fingers scribbling with twice as much vigor, making Charlie cackle and blurt out nonsensical apologies.
The two boys end up in the grass, Nick hovering over him and kissing the residual giggles off of his lips.
Ever since, Nick has been tickling him a lot, and Charlie…Well, he doesn’t hate it half as much as he pretends to.
He’s grown up with siblings, and his friends have never shied away from giving him playful affection. He sees it as a form of closeness, bonding, and love. When Nick tickles him, it makes Charlie feel adored, but his body still kicks into the same fight-or-flight that has nearly broken Tori’s nose multiple times.
Two weeks later, they’re in Nick’s bedroom, playing Mario Kart when Nick latches onto Charlie’s knee and squeezes it until his car falls off the edge of the track, knocking him back into 8th place.
“No, stop tickling me!” he cries. “You cheater!”
Nick chuckles, saying a half-hearted apology, but he actually does stop, which surprises Charlie. Although it embarrasses him to think about, he didn’t…actually want him to stop. Even if it cost him the round of Mario Kart, which was saying something.
But they continue the game as normal, and Charlie still manages to get back up to first place despite Nick’s interference. 
They cuddle in bed after, and Charlie tries not to overthink why Nick had stopped. But overthinking is his biggest talent and hobby, so the attempt is futile.
“You alright?” Nick asks, poking his cheek.
Charlie nods.
“Did I upset you when I tickled you during the game?” he asks. “I know it was technically cheating, but I think it was fair considering you still managed to beat me.”
There’s a light, teasing tone to his words, but his smile is soft and apologetic.
“No, not at all!” Charlie reassures him. “Actually, I…Well, normally you don’t do it so briefly, so I was kind of surprised that you stopped.”
Nick’s smile brightens. “Well, you did literally tell me to stop.”
Charlie flushes. “Yeah, but…I don’t know, it’s sort of just instinct to say that. It doesn’t always mean that I—that I actually want you to.”
“You are the most adorable person on this planet,” Nick says, pulling him into a tight hug. “You give me cuteness aggression. I just want to squeeze you.”
Charlie laughs, squirming weakly in the embrace. “You’re crushing me, you brute!”
Nick takes the insult as an opportunity to stick his hands under Charlie’s arms. “Now that I know you don’t mind this, I’m never gonna stop,” he whispers.
Charlie decides that he likes the sound of that.
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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BUT WHY DID THEY HAVE TO ADD THE CAPTION THAT THEY DID????
Almost spit out my drink scrolling through FB the other day but this is ABSOLUTELY adorable! 😭💕
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Almost spit out my drink scrolling through FB the other day but this is ABSOLUTELY adorable! 😭💕
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Could you maybe write more mandela catalogue stuff?
Hello! I have no idea what Mandela Catalogue is. But I will look into it!
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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Take your time! There is absolutely no rush for you to get back into writing again, especially if you're going through a lot rn. I hope things get better for you quickly. Take care! ♡
Thank you! :) I’m definitely trying. Some days are really good and some I just have no energy. Just trying to find a healthy balance in my life.
But thank you so much for the encouragement.
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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If I were to start writing fics again, what would you guys like to see? Feel free to send me requests and recommendations! If it’s not something I typically do I can maybe bump it forward to see if other writers are interested. :3
Feel free to send requests and head cannons! I’m gonna try to get back into writing more.
—Chaos
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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GUYS. I accepted a new job offer!!! Social work field careers are often underpaid and overworked but I’m moving up the ranks slowly but surely… The benefits are a little different but I’d be looking at almost $6 more an hour which is HUGE for me. I’m beyond thrilled but very nervous. I hope it all works out in my favor. I’m leaving behind a great community but I really am looking to grow in my role as a professional. Sometimes it’s worth it to take risks. It’s bittersweet. But worth it (I hope).
Send some good vibes my way, I could use them! 🌞✨❤️
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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I really wish I had more energy to write fics and be active in the community. I’m just trying to get my mental health back on track. I’ve been spiraling and I’m just trying to get to a place where I can feel like I’m living, not just surviving.
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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“I’m gonna tickle like you ain’t never been tickled!”
Russell Howard tickles John Oliver 😂
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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I was just rewatching an old movie for nostalgia and-
I FORGOT ABOUT THIS
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ー Annie: A Royal Adventure (at 55:32)
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Okay but the tickle scene in the Barbie movie was definitely off the charts. Not only was it unexpected and unnecessary, it felt more like a jump scare for people in the community than anything. Ahhhh. It was just super random and weird more than it was flustering. O_o
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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I love this!!! 🥹💕
Too Good to Be
A/N: First full-length RWRB fic! There’s some spice, but not too much spice to rate it anything but T for Teen. Also, this is going to be a three parter because I just couldn’t stop and it was nearing 10k. So here’s part 1! Super nervous, super excited, super gonna shut up now. Enjoy!
It's finally summer, Alex’s favorite time of the year. Summer means the cabin, no graduate courses, and, most importantly, Henry. His Royal Highness was able to get a full two weeks straight of no engagements. Alex very politely told his scheduler to fuck off when approached with anything that resembled an engagement during those two weeks. Alex isn’t going to allow anything (or anyone) to come between himself and Henry. 
Well, except for Cash, Nora, June, and his father apparently. 
Alex isn’t too upset about his family being around, they all adore Henry and vice versa. The Secret Service is always around, and, honestly, Alex is used to it by now. Plus, Cash doesn't suck.
They're all at the cabin by the lake, and everyone is in bathing suits while lounging on the deck after a long afternoon of boating and jet skiing. Henry is watching videos with June and Nora off Nora's phone and laughing, eyes crinkling adorably. Alex can't help but smile. Last year, Alex wasn't sure he would ever even see Henry again, let alone be at the cabin with him. So much has changed since then. Alex is Henry's official suitor. England has embraced the two of them wholeheartedly, including Henry's older brother. The Queen…well, she still sucks. But everything is practically perfect. 
"Alex!" June calls, waving her hand for her brother to come to her. 
He stands and walks over to the others, still smiling softly. Henry lets out an adorable laugh at the video, and Alex sees it’s a cat compilation video. 
“I left my very comfortable chair to watch cats?” Alex asks, amusement in his voice despite his words. 
“I-I’m sohorry, it’s just so f-funny.” Henry gets out through his giggles. Nora and June are cackling beside him. 
Alex watches as cat after cat jumps in fright after seeing their owners with creepy realistic cat masks on. 
“Y’all are too easily entertained.” 
June snorts. “You spent all day yesterday giggling at British memes.” 
“Oi!” Henry feigns offense. 
“In my defense,” Alex says. “I loved every single one of them.” 
Henry rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice. “I suppose I’ll be receiving a few in the future.”
“You’ll have one every day for a month, baby.” Alex winks. 
Henry blushes beautifully. 
“Alexander.” Henry admonishes, rolling his eyes. 
Alex simply grins widely. 
June reaches over and tweaks Alex’s ribs, causing Alex to squawk and jump. 
“Bug!” Alex swats at her hands. 
“Leave Henry alone, brat.” June chastises, a mischievous grin on her face. Henry smiles smugly, clearly pleased that June was on his side.
Alex scowls at all of them, including Nora because she’s not helping. 
“Don’t scowl, baby brother. You’re too pretty.” 
That mollifies Alex somewhat. “I am pretty.” 
Henry rolls his eyes. 
They spend the entire afternoon outside, drinking beer and wine, watching ridiculous videos, and talking of summer plans. Alex is happier than he’s been in a very long time. Supper has been eaten, s’mores have been consumed, and a movie is currently playing in Alex and Henry’s room. Alex isn’t paying any attention to it because Henry is currently kissing his way down his throat. 
“You’re seriously good at this, has anyone told you that?” Alex asks, stretching his head to the left to allow Henry more access. 
“You have.” 
“Well, I’m always right, so.” Alex lets out a groan as Henry adds a bit of teeth. 
Alex thinks he’ll never tire of this. Not just the awesome sex (and it was awesome), but just having Henry with him…and not having to hide it. Alex absolutely adores holding Henry’s hand while they go shopping. Alex loves that Henry will kiss his cheek during photo ops. Alex enjoys being able to embrace Henry openly. Alex still sneaks very handsy things at very inopportune times for Henry, relishing in the blush it brings to the prince’s cheeks. 
Henry slides his hands very slowly up Alex’s sides, causing him to squirm. He feels Henry smile against his throat. 
“Don’t think I didn’t see your reaction earlier.” 
Alex tenses. 
“I d-don’t know what you’re t-talking about…” Alex trails off. 
“I think we both know that’s not true,” says Henry. This time, his fingers wiggle on their way down Alex’s ribs.
“Ah!” 
Henry chuckles against Alex’s throat as he continues to spider his fingers along Alex’s ribs. 
“You f-fuhucker!” Alex squirms and laughs, reaching for Henry’s hands. Henry avoids them for a few seconds more before Alex finally catches them. Alex is panting slightly, but he narrows his eyes, wraps his legs around Henry’s waist, and flips the two of them onto the floor. Henry lands on his back with an ‘oof’. Big blue eyes look in shock at Alex. 
“Mistake.” Alex growls. 
“N-Now, sweetheart…let’s not do anything hasty.” 
“Nicknames will get you nowhere, baby.” Alex replies. 
Henry blushes and opens his mouth to barter, but Alex is having none of it. Alex turns around so his back is to Henry and goes straight for Henry’s thighs, easily his most ticklish spot. 
“Alehex!” Henry immediately starts laughing. Alex found out about Henry’s ticklishness pretty early on during the ‘friends-with-benefits’ stage of their relationship. Alex and Henry had been lying in bed after a thorough makeout session, still clad only in boxers, and Henry giggled when Alex had lightly traced nonsensical patterns across Henry’s stomach. Alex proceeded to find every ticklish spot on Henry’s body, which…hadn’t been difficult. Henry turned out to be ticklish everywhere, but especially on his thighs and hips. 
“How you’re able to fool around with thighs this ticklish, is kind of amazing.” Alex comments as he rakes his fingers up and down Henry’s quivering thighs. 
“Plehehease!” Henry begs, alternating between pounding on Alex’s back and probably grabbing at his hair if Alex knows him well enough. 
“I do not intend to stop anytime soon,” says Alex. “First, you must be punished for trying to tickle me. And second, you love it when I tickle you.” 
“I’m sohohorry!” 
“I’m sure you are.” Alex turns to face Henry now, wiggling lower onto Henry’s legs.
Henry doesn’t say anything else but instead lets out loud booming laughter as Alex moves to clamp down on both thighs right underneath where they meet Henry’s hips, squeezing mercilessly. Henry is devastatingly ticklish here, and Alex absolutely exploits this. The crease where thighs meet hips is just as ticklish. Alex plans on spending time there as well. 
“Oh baby, you are too adorable.” 
“Shut uhuhup!” Henry tries to command, batting at Alex’s hands. 
“Usually your royal commands are a big turn on,” Alex tells him casually, as if he isn’t straight up torturing his boyfriend. “But this one just doesn’t have the usual oomph.” 
Henry babbles something about ‘dick head’ and ‘fucking fuck.’ Alex can’t help but laugh as he listens to Henry’s own beautiful laughter. 
“You are the most ticklish person on the planet, I swear. It’s kinda good that England isn’t actively trying to conquer the world anymore. You’d be kidnapped for ransom and tortured into oblivion the moment the enemy found out how ticklish you are.” 
“A-Alex!” Henry pleads. Alex knows Henry gets more sensitive the more Alex teases him with words. 
“I know that’s how royals were punished back in the medieval period,” Alex continues. “They’d tie up princes and princess, and fucking tickle the shit out of them. Sometimes, guards were told to put honey on the feet of royals and have goats lick them off.” 
“Shut the fuhuhuck uhup!” Henry whines through his laughter. Henry has caught Alex’s hands, but all the prince does is hold onto his boyfriend's wrists. Alex is now lightly stroking at Henry’s hips, scrabbling his fingers along the hip bones every other downward stroke. 
“Maybe we could get the queen to start that shit up again! She’s still super pissed you’re gay; I’m sure she’d loooooove to have someone punish you.” 
Henry turns redder if that’s even possible. Alex knows that Henry’s thinking about it, though. Henry’s thinking about being tied up and helpless while being tickled. 
“Do you like that thought, baby?” Alex asks. 
Henry shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Alex reaches behind himself and strokes at Henry’s thighs again. He loves the feeling of the twitching muscles, firm from years of Polo. Henry kicks out his legs as Alex switches back to scrabbling his fingers all over Henry’s pelvis and hips. 
“They’d call me Katniss because I would volunteer as tribute to be your tickle torturer.” 
“Y-You alreheheady ARE!” Henry shouts as Alex digs his thumbs into each of Henry’s hip divots. 
“Yeah, but it’d be an official title!” Alex crows. “First Son of the United States slash His Royal Horniness’ Official Tickle Monster!”
“You’re incorrhorrigible!” 
“I’d never go easy on you either. It’s hips and thighs immediately, right out the gate,” explains Alex. “I’d move on to your ribs next, then your back. That spot near your kidneys? Yeah, you forget that spot a lot, but I don’t.” 
“Alex, please!” 
Alex ignores the please and runs his fingers up Henry’s ribs. Henry lets out a high-pitched squeal, causing Alex to laugh loudly himself . 
“Now that was an adorable sound. Can you do it again?” 
“Why dohoho you n-never stohop tahahalking?!” Henry is starting to really lose it. Alex has been tickling him nonstop for close to ten minutes now. Henry’s face, chest, and legs are red, from blushing and the devastating effects of Alex’s fingers. 
“Everyone loves to hear me talk.” 
“I swehehear, I will get you bahahack!” Henry promises, giggling. Alex has slowed his fingers to nonsensical patterns on Henry’s stomach, allowing the prince to breathe. 
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Alex winks at him. 
Henry shoves at Alex’s shoulder. Alex falls dramatically, but not before scrabbling his fingers across Henry’s thighs once more. 
“Stahap!” Henry rolls in on himself. 
Alex laughs as he stands up, offering a hand to Henry. 
“Piss off.” Henry tells him, swatting his hand away and standing on his own. 
“Don’t be mad, baby.” 
Henry blushes again. 
“Every time.” Alex grins. 
“Fuck you.” Henry retorts, a silly grin still on his face. 
“Any time, Your Royal Highness.” 
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chaoticklefics · 9 months
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I got another call for an interview! Next week! The job search is slow, especially being employed full time but I’m hoping to receive an offer!! I definitely could use the job change. Being a social work major was fantastic as I love being able to help others but you really have to be in it because you’re passionate about it.
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🤍✨ MAGICAL ✨🤍
HC’s for the Weasley bros plus Ginny, Harry and Hermoine? ✨✨
Fred and George: They're twins, yet they don't have the same ticklish spots! Fred is ticklish on his ribs and stomach. George is ticklish on his knees and underarms. Those are their, like, death spots. They don't mind a good tickling every now and then, but they prefer the ler role, especially when it comes to their little siblings.
Ron: Ticklish freaking everywhere. It must be a littlest brother thing. Feet, stomach, ribs, underarms, knees, neck, etc. A well-placed poke has him scrambling to the other side of the room faster than a blast-ended skrewt. He knows he's ticklish af, so he tends to not start tickle fights (he knows he'll lose), but he will gang up with Fred and George against Ginny and Harry any chance he gets. Hermione has a wicked powerful Rictusempra spell, so he leaves her well enough alone until they're married and it turns into something spicier.
Hermione: Classically ticklish, but not super ticklish. She will play around with Ron and Harry so often, even allows Ginny to tickle her a time or two, but she is just fine watching everyone else have a good time. The twins took it too far once, and she blasted both of them with Rictusempra that didn't stop for two hours. Needless to say, they never tried again. However, like Ron, once she was married, tickling became something different and much more fun.
Ginny: Verrrryyyyy ticklish. Again, youngest sibling means ticklish af. She's most ticklish on her ribs and knees. She was pinned down by the majority of her siblings (sans Percy because he sucked back then) and tickled until she was literally unable to breathe. Her mother and father often had to step in and help. However, as she got older, she was able to give as good as she got. She'd often rope Fred and George into getting Ron or Charlie or Bill, and sometimes even Percy if he was being a dick. When she got together with Harry, she tickled him all the time and he tickled her as well. With Harry, it was always fun and soft, which was her favorite.
Harry: The Chosen One my ass, he should be called The Ticklish One. Harry is worse than Ron and that's saying something! Harry is ticklish EVERYWHERE. His palms, his ears, his ankles, and all the classic spots, too. He grew up completely touch starved. Ron found out his ticklishness on accident. He was helping Harry to his feet after the boy tripped on one of the shifting stairs. He curled his hands into his ribs to try and steady him and Harry barked out a laugh and looked like a deer in headlights after. Harry had no idea what tickling was and when Ron explained it to him, Harry still looked dumbstruck. Ron got Fred and George and the three of them demonstrated what tickling was. On Harry. Who loved every freaking minute of it. Harry is a lee to a fault. He absolutely loves being tickled. Ginny loves tickling him.
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