#6weeksofwinter

Hi love!

Michael

You’d be laying on the couch, checking in on a group chat when Michael would flop on the couch next to you. You would move your legs over his lap, barely acknowledging him. “Babe,” he’d mumble, hand on your knee. After about a minute of your silence, he’d try to talk to you again. “Baby, are you okay?” Your eyes would shoot up from your screen, sending him a quick glare. He’d whine, getting an idea. Michael would move his hand up and down your leg eventually reaching your feet. He’d slowly run his fingertips up and down your heel, causing you to squirm slightly. Michael smirked, realizing you were ticklish. He’d repeat his actions, causing you to kick his hand away lightly, holding back a laugh. You bit your lip, Michael now focusing on tickling you. He’d slide his hands up and down your legs, finding out exactly where you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage. He’d start to tickle up your legs too, knowing he’d most likely get the same result. “Dammit Michael stop!” you’d laugh, shoving him away once more. Michael would smirk again, knowing he’d won.

Calum

You were at the stove, stirring some noodles into tomato sauce. Cal was at the studio, and would be home shortly. You would sing along to whatever song was playing on your phone, smiling as you felt arms wrap around your waist. You’d giggle lightly, Cal’s hands ghosting over your ribs. A puff of air would leave your lips as you stopped a laugh from escaping. “What was that babe?” Calum would ask, tone suggesting he already knew. You’d shrug it off, trying to avoid him finding out about you being ticklish.

“Nothing,” you’d clear your throat, “dinner’s ready,” you’d try to move out of his grasp, but his fingertips were dancing across your ribs. You’d choke back the laughter, trying to squirm out of his arms. Finally, once you seemed as though you couldn’t breathe from laughter, he let go of you. You’d run across the kitchen, turning around to look at him. “Look Hood, forget this ever happened.”

“I don’t think I will,” he bit his lip. “I mean, now that I know your ticklish, I’m gonna use it against you.” He smiled, causing you to gulp. “Don’t worry babe, I won’t tickle you again tonight.”

Ashton

“Hey babe,” Ash whispered, coming closer to your desk. “What Ash? I’m trying to study.” You didn’t look up from your book, knowing how important this test was going to be.

“You need to relax,” by now, Ashton’s voice was behind you, by your right shoulder. He kissed up your neck, hands trailing up your sides, bringing your sweater up with it.

“Ash no,” you sighed, trying to push his hands away.

“Baby, I’m just trying to give you a massage,” he’d giggle, pulling up your top further. It was then your turn to giggle. His hands reached your underarms, fingertips just barely touching your skin. Ashton caught on to that, pressing his fingertips further into your skin before moving them. You’d giggle again, Ashton loving the sound, wanting to hear it as much as possible.

Luke

You were laying in bed, on your side, body pressed against Luke’s. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, the feeling oddly relaxing. He trailed his fingertips up and down your thigh, which was okay- another soothing feeling. Everything was calm and relaxed until his fingers grazed your hip. You flinched under his touch, something you never did. He laughed lightly, and kept the light touches going. He focused on your thigh for awhile longer before returning to you hip. You squealed, moving away from him. “Oh no you don’t!” he laughed, pulling you back so you were flush against him once more. Luke moved you so that you were on your back, lanky boyfriend hovering over you. He trailed his hands down your sides and tested out his theory- he grabbed at your stomach, wiggling his fingers, getting the same reaction from before. He never ceased his movements, only made them faster, and added more pressure. You laughed, trying to push him off of you, giving up as it was no use. You looked up into his eyes, silently planning his death.

“Luke!” You gasped out, turning a little bit when he slowed his movements. He hummed, once again touching your hips. You decided to kick at him, finding it was a good idea as he fell to the floor next to you.

“Babe what the hell?” he said, holding his head.

“Don’t tickle me Hemmings.”

A/N- I wrote this on my phone, and they aren’t great, I’m sorry

I’m all ears my friend