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Which of the Windbreaker boys would get flustered when there's a tickle scene in a movie. Also, I have this silly/stupid idea where the second years and first years are watching a movie because someone brought a projector, and there's this horror scene coming on. There's a few jumpscares and the second years exchange mischievous glances with one another. When a jumpscare comes on and the first years tense up (some scream), the second years launch a sneak attack on the first years and start tickling them. Some first years squeal matching the screams in the movie and soon the movie is forgotten and when the third years arrive (late after patrol) they see the second years pinning down the first years and tickling them.

WASSUUUUUP!!!!

Who would get flustered when there's a tickle scene in a movie?

Oh 100% Sakura!!! Have you seen that boy around romance? It would be no different imo, he'd be all flustered and sinking into his seat to hide away as discreetly as possible. They also tend to trigger a Lee mood out of him which is even MORE embarrassing for him someone help the poor boy please-

I also definitely think Nirei would fluster easily, although he's more the sympathetic/awkward laughing type, or he'll try to talk over the tickle scene out of poor embarrassment.

There's also Sugishita, if you can actually watch a movie with him in the first place...

Some honourable mentions would be Kaji, Mizuki, Sako, aaaand a little bit of Endo (he usually pre-watches movies that Takiishi is interested in just so he knows if there's anything Takiishi would or wouldn't like in it, and also for his own peace of mind)!

Anyways-ANON IM LOOKING SO HARD AT THAT PROMPT

The second years would be little shits to their underclassmen, I absolutely agree.

It's even funnier because you are LITERALLY pertaining to my favorite group activities to imagine the windbreaker boys in! I just love when they're in the school after hours for fun little activities and 'rekindling the inner child' scenarios. But enough of that,

I NEED TO SEE THOSE FUCKERS GET WRECKED-

( I don't watch horror movies so bear with me)

I can totally see Kusumi being the first one to suggest it in the second year group chat while they give the first years some time to pick out a movie. They only brought horror movies, mind you, this is basically lovingly bullying them into being scared shitless. (I also think they would do this in the gym, cause Im imagining it as the entirety of both the first and second year cohort, every class, so they need a big space and the gym fit the best for that.)

They've got snacks, they grabbed some desks for people to sit on, they've got pillows and blankets and drinks too, it's gonna be a great movie night! (So thought the first years)

Kusumi is organizing a whole battle plan in the chat and the rest of the second years are watching dutifully like "mhm, yeaaah, got you boss, we're all ears", I can totally see Kaji telling him how ridiculous it is in the chat too, but he's not saying no to it sooooo....

Thirty minutes into the movie they're coming up on the first jump scare, some of them are leaning in with anticipation, others are clinging onto each other bracing for a fright, some are leaning as far from the projection as possible as if that will reduce the shock value of it.

And just as the jumpscare happens, and screams and jolts ring out-

"ATTACK!!!"

Nobody has a chance to even wonder who yelled out, not when first years are suddenly being toppled and tackled and tickled without mercy by their upperclassmen. Screams of a different nature echo in the classroom, and the few that haven't been tackled in the first few seconds scramble to get away, barely even comprehending what the hell is happening.

But no, the second years are way too prepared for an impulsive plan made through a text. They're jumping over each other to grab onto the strays, taking em down instantly. Someone even blocks the doors of the gymnasium with a few desks, their fate is sealed.

Kids are screaming, laughing their heads off. Teases of all kinds are a jumble of a mess and hands are flying from ticklish arms to torso to legs and more, it's absolute chaos incarnate.

Poor first years, it was nice knowing them 😔

There is just so much screaming. "THIS ISNT FAIR!!" "FUCK YOU GUYS!!!" "HOLY SHIT-NO!" Cursing and pleading and begging and laughing, there's short chases and gang tickling and so many things going on at once, it truly was a one-sided war zone.

When the third years are coming back from their late patrol (which is actually what prompted the movie night between the second and first years in the first place), they aren't even inside the school yet before they hear all the commotion.

Some of them start to bolt inside, worried that some kind of fight broke out while they were gone and that their Kohai were in danger-

Only to stop at the gymnasium door, peering inside the window to see the utter chaos that has become of the gym.

The movie is off-so is the projector-snack bags are strewn everywhere, pillows and blankets are flying through the air, bodies are scrambling left and right, people laughing their heads off, everything in between.

Umemiya gets to the front and looks in, confused and amused. He tries the door but he can't get it open, and that's when Kaji's head pops up in the window, startling them.

He gives them an upwards nod like "Ayo wassup?" Before immediately snapping his head around and charging towards a runaway Sakura, who gets tackled with a screech out of sight by the second year like it's a football game.

Yeah, you know some shit has been going on for a while if Sakura got taken down the easily, that quickly.

They had to bust the door open to set their poor first years free, desks flying away from the entrance as everyone stops to look towards the source of the noise.

It's silent for all of five seconds.

Until the first years realize it's their moment to escape.

So much trampling and running, the third years had to literally dive out of the way as waves of first year kids run for their lives like it's the plague, cheering for freedom as if they hadn't seen the sun in years.

The second years are collapsed with laughter, some of them even chase after the first years to dule out some more tickles, but they quickly get caught by their incredibly amused third years.

At some point, Hiragi has to ask who the hell was responsible for all of this, and Kaji and Enomoto immediately rat out Kusumi with no shame.

Kusumi has his hands raised, an innocent smile on his face that just screamed "Yeah I'll admit, I did it" the fucking mastermind he is.

Hiragi sighed so heavily, but he can't even be mad because it was super funny to witness the tail end of that massacre.

The next day the first years were all so wiped that the third years had to get second years to go out on patrol for them.

And oh dear God do they never let their Kohai live down that day.

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Hi! Was having way too many thoughts about wind breaker, Lee Suo specifically, and I noticed u liked the show and I really liked your portrayal of a Lee Suo, so I guess I just wanted to ramble? Don't mind me, I guess--

Okay, so like, for Lee Suo I have a very strong hc that when you actually get this man laughing, he's got a pretty strange one. Adorable, but strange!

You have the normal sweet and adorable, smooth laughter of his of course, but I'm thinking that when someone gets a REALLY bad spot on him, my man over here does a mix of a scream and laugh, like, it's like a high-pitched wheeze before he starts snorting and hiccuping like crazy, and his voice definitely cracks a lot.

This, evidently, is very embarrassing to him because it totally destroys his reputation as a mature, level-headed piece of shit/aff and he ain't dealing with none of that, hence why almost nobody knows his really, REALLY bad spots.

And then Kiryu accidentally got lucky.

Definitively thinking that all of them were messing around in class, having some good ol' fashion fun and stuff, and Kiryu attempted to tease Suo, and just kinda like, flutters his fingers right at the back of his ear while making kissy noises at him or smth.

The SHRIEK my man SHRIEKED for approximately half a second was ground breaking.

Dead silence. Pure silence.

And then Kiryu grins at him like "Oh, you messed up, my friend." And just goes to TOWN after this dude. Suo literally resorts to deflecting him like he would in battle just to get the guy to give up, but Kiryu is a stubborn idiot with no self preservation when it comes to messing with his friends, second only to Suo himself.

Everyone else in the class is either too busy laughing from the previous display, or watching it all play out to offer any help, but Kiryu is too stubborn for his own good so he somehow got this guy stuck between Tsegeura'a desk and himself, and immediately employs the help of their lovely muscle man to hold that sucker down.

Suo promptly died that day, it was so fucking embarrassing for him with all the screaming he was doing whenever they explored for new spots. Once you got him going, it was VERY hard for him to stop. He'd be giggly for at least an hour afterwards.

I mean, this man was laughing, snorting, hiccuping you name it! Screamed like he was being murdered when Kiryu whispered teases into his ear about 'oh how the mighty have fallen!' and shit, Tsegeura was laughing along with him, Nirei was out here taking SO MANY NOTES, Sugishita is quietly disturbed by how uncharacteristic Suo was acting and my man Sakura was equally appalled as he was wondering if he could join in the chaos too-

The only escape Suo could think of was to just slide down against Tsegeura's chair onto the ground in hopes they'd just let him be, but noooOooooOoo, Kiryu found his weakness and he was not letting go anytime soon-

At least until Hiragi came barging inside with a "WTF ARE Y'ALL DOING" speech on the tip of his tongue because, again, it sounds like someone is being brutally murdered in class 1-1, how was he not supposed to worry?

Kiryu, the picture of innocence as both he and tsuge hugged a very tired, very blushy and giggly Suo on the ground going "what do you mean? Nothing's wrong, we're all perfectly fine! Right, Suo?" Gaslighting who--

Hiragi, poor dude, was NOT convinced because Suo looked like a dying radish and that is not a sight one would see at all.

But here's the catch.

He looks over in the others' direction, as if asking if he should step in on this weird situation, man is unsure.

Nirei. Of ALL. PEOPLE. The picture of sunshine boy himself, goes-

"Suo-san will be fine! We're just having some fun!"

Suo feels SO betrayed. It's deserved, sure, but still!

Hiragi leaves cautiously after that, and the entire class just collapsed into laughter. Kiryu out here like, "Well, it's time to end your bloodline, Suo-chan!" And casually continues destroying Suo, the cheers and egging ons of his classmates as wonderful, excellent white noise to drown out Suo's screams of bloody murder.

Ofc, Suo got back at him the very next day. Ten fold, obliterated that pink-haired fool, it was like an act of karmic justice times ten.

But his friends will NEVER let him live that day down. I mean

NEVER.

Anyways, I rambled for too long, sorry! I just love Lee Suo and I love tormenting him 😅, hope you have a nice day/night!

WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS IERJEJKRJEKRJKEJKREJJK Anon your RAMBLES! These are GOLD! Suo having a murder-scream laugh took me OUT! I'm team #gigglingandkickingmyfeetpicturingit jklarjkeajklreajkrjkeajrkejkrjek Poor baby- and THEM ALL GASLIGHTING HIRAGI THE SHAME KJEJREJKRJKERJKEJKREJKRJEKRJK Oh that is FUNNY!!!

This is so fun, thank you for sharing, anon! :D

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The United States government is no longer able to protect us from real hazards because it’s shifting funds to fake hazards. This is a policy choice — and it doesn't have to be this way.

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Do you want to be politically pure in theory or help your neighbor. Is it fruitless to help your neighbor because there's no Perfect Pure way to do it ?

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I am now caught up on the anime but am losing my mind more somehow. 🙃

I may or may not be losing my mind over Wind Breaker. 🫠 No I'm not caught up and that is not helping.

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They have deep rooted homophobia

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I think being autistic has made me realize how extremely hostile the environments we have designed are. And I don't mean "this environment is uniquely hostile to me because I am autistic" I mean that even normies are just existing in brutal, stagnant spaces, they have just internalized them as normal. We could have it all, we could live in such a beautiful and fascinating world, designed by humans and for humans who actually enjoy life and it's complexity and wonder. but even now it's like, seen as kinda hippy-dippy bullshit to have "excessive" indoor plants in a workspace or something

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Not Alone

Switch!Ragatha

Switch!Kinger

Summary: Some slight angst (Ragatha's issues), and Kinger helping her feel better!

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"THE BIG TOPS WIN" Caine announced in excitement.The digital crowd cheered and clapped for their home team.

Ragatha was a little tacken aback at the announcement. She didn't even hit the ball? Does Caine even know how softball works?

All of a sudden Ragatha was grabbed around the waist and lifted high into the air. She let out a yelp of surprise as she turned to see Kinger had lifted her up.

"You did it, Ragatha! WE WON!" He spun her a couple times as she giggled, holding his hands.

"A-AH! Kinger! P-Put me dohown!" She tried to fight the embarrassed giggling from coming out, but as her face got redder, it was hard to stop.

"Yeah, great job Ragatha!"

"We couldn't have done it without you!"

All the positivity and compliments hit something inside her, and before she knew it. She could feel tears leaking out from the corners of her eyes.

Kinger paused the slow spinning to put her down. He saw the tears, but no one else did since Gangle and Zooble were behind her.

"Are you alright, Ragatha? I didn't scare you, did I?" He placed her down on the ground gently, leaning over to look at her more closely.

"Y-Yeah no I'm great just something in --" she started crying more the more she tried to justify the tears. Kinger looked worried about started directing her to the dugout for some privacy while the others hung back on the feel celebrating. The dug out area was shaded, so the light was less bright. This helped Kinger stay mentally focused on the issue at hand.

"What's going on, Ragatha? Are you hurt?"

"W-Well.. sort of. Just.." she took a shakey breath in. She struggled to find a way to say it. "My mom... wasn't always one for praising my accomplishments. No matter what I did for her approval, she barely noticed."

"Ah, I see. So when all of us started saying those nice things."

"It just got a little overwhelming for me is all, don't worry, I'm not upset." She tried to smile through shakey tears, trying to get herself together

"Would...you like a hug?" He opened his hands in a hug, scooting a little closer to her.

"A hug would be great." She leaned into his chest, resting his head on his fur collar.

A few more tears fell before she wiped her eyes dry. Kinger's hands rested on her upper back lower back as he gently squeezed her in the hug. His hand started to rub soothingly on her upper back. It felt nice for a moment until it got too close to the back of her neck.

Low quiet giggles started to bubble out her mouth as her shoulders started to twitch as Kinger's gentle fingertips grazed her skin.

"Ragatha, you're starting to vibrate. Are you planning on exploding?" He looked down at her curiously, staring at her.

"Because if you plan on exploding, I'd rather you leave the pillow fort" he asked politely asked her as her hand still rubbed the same spot.

"K-Kingeheheher, d-don't touch that spohohot." She tried to move his hand away from her neck.

"Why not? Is the detonation switch back here?" He eyes bouncing around to try and see the spot he was touching but he couldn't see anything.

"Kihihinger you're tihihickling mehehee!" She tried to bury her face in his fur collar to try and muffle her giggling.

"Well yesss obviously, I can't let you detonate !" His hands move down her back in similar spidery motions.

Kinger was growing sillier and making less sense by the second. Ragatha wanted out of this tickly situation, but being honest with herself she actually didn't mind. His tickling was gentle and it wasn't very overwhelming

"I'm nohohohot going to-- A-AH! K-KINGeheheher! NAHAHAhahat theheEHEHERE!" Kinger's hands had wandered too close to the front of Ragatha's body and had started spidering along her hips causing her to squeal out.

"Just a bit longer till I can defuse you!" He sounded focused? Determined? Like he was actually doing what he think he was doing.

"PleheheHEHEHEASE! Staahahhahap!" And like that, he stopped.

"YES! Did it just in time, well done Ragatha!" He wiped some animated sweat of his brow and pat Ragatha's head with a smile. "I'm glad you didn't explode."

"Haha.. y-yeah, me too. Thanks Kinger, for everything. You're a good friend."

"What did I do?" Ragatha chuckled to herself.

"Nothing, let's get back to the others, I think the next adventure is soon." Ragatha smiles as Kinger took her hand as they walked to the rest of their friend.

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Omg, yay!! Get ready people!! It's going DOWN!! ^-^

Hello!! I've been greatly enjoying the Tickle war / Windbreaker head canons you and your anons have been making! ^-^ I've gotten the urge to write some of them as fics, would that be alright? I will of course credit everyone involved accordingly!!

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BRO GO BUCK FUCK WILD I'D LOVE TO SEE HOW YOU INTERPRET THAT AS FICS!!! Making up funny almost impossible tickle scenarios is my favorite thing ever and seeing someone actually be willing to write it out makes me so fucking happy you have no idea 🥹

BE FREE FAM, BE FREE!! I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN MAKING THE FICS AND PLEASE TAG ME CAUSE I WANNA SEE THOSE SO BADLY!!!

(At this point I'll reblog those fics with doodles of some of the scenarios don't test me XD)

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TickleTober2024/Day 21 - Singing

ALIEN STAGE - Ivan x Till

Till’s fingers wiggled, continuing to string the chords of his invisible, imaginary guitar. He was focused, enough to see the instrument in his hands and hear each note. Also enough to continue to act as Ivan wasn’t there, peeking at his notes over his shoulder.

This time, however, Till wasn’t just practicing his guitar. Along with the notes that played inside his head, the boy hummed a song, singing quietly the words as if to try to find out which one was going to sound the best. Of course, it would be best to sing it out loud, but how was he supposed to do it with Ivan nearly gluing his face to his?!

“It’s nice,” Ivan muttered, pouting slightly as he tilted his head to look at Till’s face, “I like your singing, Till.”

Despite the attempt of breaking the ice between them, Ivan was answered with nothing but silence. That didn’t stop him, of course, he was already glad he was allowed to be next to Till and hear him practicing his singing. But Ivan still craved that little interaction…

“You should sing a little louder, it’s hard to reach some notes mumbling like this…” Ivan leaned a little closer while making his suggestion, trying to not scare his crush away. 

He slowly reached out, almost as if he was about to hug Till from behind, but-

“S-stop it,” Till hissed, already trying to lean away from Ivan, “your breathing is making my ear itchy.”

“I-itchy?” Ivan blinked, confused by the word. Wait, was this that thing that happened when people touched each other? He remembered someone else at the gardens talking about it, but what was it called again? Fickle? Tick?

Ah, whatever, Ivan thought, shaking his head. He needed to figure it out by himself. “Wait, I c-can help you sing higher notes!”

Till narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, curious about what Ivan was talking about, but not wanting to admit it. “You are going to do something wei-AHAH!”

A loud - and, indeed, high-pitched - squeal left Till’s lips when Ivan wrapped his hand around his back and latched his fingers onto his crush’s waist, digging into it gently. “G-gehehet your hahands out of me, you freheheak!”

“B-but I just made your voice go really high! Don’t you want to practice, Till?” Ivan spoke in a hurry, barely containing his own excitement as he continued to tickle Till - even if he wasn’t really understanding what was going on.

Till also wasn’t familiar with this weirdly funny feeling that made him laugh against his well. He could barely process the electric sensation that traveled up his nerves when Ivan drummed his ribs like an instrument. Embarrassed, but loud, laughter soon began to draw attention to them.

Ivan felt his heart racing, beating against his chest like someone trying to break free. Till was smiling. He was making Till smile. He wanted this moment to last fore-

“I-IVAHA- Ivahahan!! S-stohohop it!!”

“O-oh, sorry,” he chirped, noticing how red Till’s cheek suddenly turned and how small tears began to cling to his lashes. “M-maybe we should… stay for the basic singing lessons… hehe…”

“Wha- ahh, whatever!” Till barked, pushing Ivan away from him while gritting his teeth, “j-just don’t- don’t do whatever this was! Ever!!”

A/N: MY BABIES. I'm scared of what is waiting for us in a few days, but I wanted to deliver this before the round 7... just so we can prepare hahah...

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Take 9, recording!

ALIEN STAGE/Actors!AU - Ivan x Till

A/N: Really, really self-indulgent fic because I NEEDED to get some fluff after the damage Round 6 did to me. Also, I added a little hc that TIll is an experience actor while Ivan is still a newbie, etc, etc, you know the drill

Also, tagging @blobbirobbi, @norieoncrack and @vash-yuu because you three gave me the boost to do it this afternoon. Also tagging @tiredleekaz because i feel you'll like this (hopefully)

Summary: Round 6's recording site. Stage scene. Take... 9, sigh. Lights, camera... action!

Word count: 1305 words.

“Alright, let’s do it, guys!” The director shouted and the rest of the team promptly took their places. The camera pointed towards Till and Ivan as the studio was quickly engulfed by silence.

“Here we go… ‘Cure’, stage scene, take 9. Action,” the director commanded and the first beats of the song began to play right after. The spotlight turned to Till and, so, it began.

“Allow me, to the tip of your fingers. Allow me, to the ends of your feet.”

Ivan quietly hummed the song along while the cameras tilted around the other man, capturing the crowd’s motion in the background while Till’s voice took all the room in the studio. Ivan knew the team was tired and probably beginning to feel a little frustrated after a couple of mistakes, but he couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it.

“Dissolve me in your gaze. I don’t want to let you go.”

‘Damn, he looks so cool right now’, Ivan thought as a smirk took place in his lips. The song went on and Ivan knew he had to focus. This was supposed to be a dramatic, emotional, tragic scene. He couldn’t be booping to the song they spent hours recording. Focus, Ivan, focus!

As Till continued to sing, Ivan decided it was a good time to rehearsal his lines. Maybe this would put him back in the right mood for this scene and, after all, he didn’t want to start the 10th take because he made the same mistake from 4 takes ago.

“Let me drown in you, until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time!”

Wait, was he at that part already?

Ivan opened his eyes and looked at the other guy with a slightly shocked expression. Gulping, he clenched his hands as he heard the piano keys starting to play in the background again. Time to shine, Ivan.

With heavy steps, Ivan walked towards his microphone. The camera was tilting right above him and it was a bit hard to keep a straight face, but he had to!

“Even if your cold words carve scars beneath my eyes.”

Carefully and gently, Ivan took his hands up and wrapped his fingers around the microphone. Holding it tightly, one word after the other left his lips and, as scripted, he was singing.

“May they linger on your tongue. You can break me apart.”

Narrowed eyes stared back at the camera in front of him. To the ones looking from the outside, Ivan seemed like the most confident actor in history, literally living up to his character. But on the inside, he couldn’t help but feel some nervousness stirring up. What if he sang the wrong line? What if he looked ugly on the recording? What if his voice cracked?!

No, it wasn’t time to think about those things. He managed to look at Till with the corner of his eyes and, even when he was idling, the sorrowful, tired look continued to stick to his face. So professional!

“Sick of those nights to come, to be engulfed by silence in your gaze where I’m seen. Consume me! Yes, me, oh oh!! ~”

Ivan would only be sure once they were done recording this scene, but he was almost 100% he nailed this part. He could feel his vocal chords slightly tiring, but nowhere near enough to make him stop.

And above anything else, the most important scene of this episode was coming up. The kiss.

“To this everlasting moment.”

“Face to face we dance.”

Ivan let out a small sigh as his last line was sung. Just as the words left his lips, the pages of the script started playing inside his head. ‘With a decisive move, you throw your microphone aside and walk to him’, he remembered the director explaining, detailing how it should be done.

“With our story lost in forever’s embrace!! ~”

Ivan felt literally chills running up his back when his eyes met Till’s. As a newbie actor, starring with someone as experienced as him was always an emotional rollercoaster, full of surprising moments that he would treasure forever. But not now. Now, he needed to focus.

Gently reaching for the other guy’s cheek, Ivan moved his hand to the back of Till’s head and pulled him into a kiss.

Part of himself questioned if he was supposed to enjoy recording this part over and over as much as he was doing, but knowing how annoyed the rest of the studio’s staff was at his mistakes, he would never voice such thoughts.

The instrumental played along with the flashing lights above them. Ivan only remembered the instructions that he should make the kiss last while Till would try to shove him away, but the director never said how, so there shouldn’t be much harm in improvising a little, right?

Ivan wrapped his free hand around Till’s slim torso, resting his fingers just below the other’s ribcage. Till pressed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away like the script told him to, but Ivan knew this wasn’t the lead to let him go, so he pulled the other man for another kiss.

However, there was something off. 

He was told that, yes, Till was going to try to break their kiss and free himself, but it shouldn’t be… this effective, Ivan thought. Deciding that it would be better to just play along, Ivan moved his hand down to Till’s neck while the other pressed a little harder against his side, hoping this would be enough to keep him still to the end of the scene.

But with barely seconds before the time for the score to pop up above their heads and show his character’s demise, Ivan noticed that Till… was laughing?

“Pfft- d-duhuhude!” TIll giggled, elbowing his arm in another attempt to free himself from his embrace. “Q-quit tihihickling, ahaha!”

“H-huh?” Ivan blinked, looking down to the little space between their bodies and taking a few seconds to realize what the other guy meant. “Wait, you mean this?”

“GyAHah, y-yes! Thahat, d-don’t dohohoh it! I’m tihihicklish there!” Till laughed, throwing his head back (and maybe trusting a little too much in Ivan’s strength to hold him in place).

A fuzzy, warm feeling spread over Ivan’s chest as he heard those words. What a wonderful discovery! How could he not notice this before?! “Ahah, sorry… I mean, I didn’t expect this or this to be enough to tickle you, Till, ~” Ivan teased, carelessly spidering his fingers against Till’s side and ribs.

Before he realized, there were them again: fooling in the middle of the set. Till laughing, desperately trying to escape his hug while the only worry inside Ivan’s mind was to find where else his senior would be ticklish.

“Ivan! C’mohohon!” Till laughed while the lights of the studio turned back on, illuminating the whole scene again as this take was already beyond salvation. “I cahahan’t breheheathe!”

“Oh? But you are-”

“Guys!” The director protested, making the duo stop in the middle of the scene with a surprised look on their faces. Right, they were recording. And with people around them. A lot of people. “Sigh, let’s take a break, yeah? Five minutes, everybody.”

Despite the feeling of animosity towards them that seemed to spread across the rest of the staff, Ivan couldn’t stop himself from smiling and, much to his delight, the same seemed to go for Till.

“S-sorry, ahah, this one is my fault,” Till giggled as he got back into his own feet, rubbing his side where Ivan just tickled him. “Try to just, hmm… Hold my face?”

“Got it, I will keep that in mind,” Ivan hummed happily while walking off the stage by TIll’s side. Well, guess they couldn’t do much but wait for the next take now, right?

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Yuri on Ice Drabble

I was majorly inspired by @ticklishfanart's short YOI comic from a while back and asked her if I could write a drabble based on it. I now present to you my humble offering. ^^

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“Aw, Victor, you didn’t do that bad,” Yuuri said as they reentered their apartment after a long and admittedly unproductive practice at the rink. Victor grunted, dropping his bag by the door, kicking off his shoes, marching over to the couch, and flopping down onto it in frustration. Yuuri frowned. “It just wasn’t your day today, that’s all.”

Victor stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I fell over,” he whined, “and pulled you down with me. I sucked today.” He crossed his arms over his eyes and groaned.

Yuuri couldn’t help but smile at him a little. Victor could be dramatic when he was really upset like this, and while it was hilarious, he knew it was also serious. A sulky Victor could last for hours if not untreated. With this thought in mind, Yuuri reached over the back of the couch and poked his lover’s exposed lower belly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“EEP!!” The noise that left Victor’s mouth was loud and high-pitched, and it startled them both. The silver-haired man’s eyes snapped to Yuuri’s just as Yuuri was beginning to smirk back at him. “Y-Yuuri…”

Yuuri chuckled, hoisting himself over the couch so he could sit on Victor’s lap, smiling the whole way. Victor’s eyes were wide and his cheeks pink, but once Yuuri was on top of him, he wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it.

“Mmph!” The older skater pressed his lips together defiantly as the first fingers started pressing into his stomach, crawling up his ribs into his underarms. He shook his head, trying to push his lover away.

“Aw, come on – give me a smile, grumpy!” Yuuri teased, grinning wider with every second that went by that Victor resisted the inevitable. When Victor continued to refuse, Yuuri leaned down even further, pressing light, feathery, tickly kisses on his cheeks and jaw. “Come on~”

“Pffft!” Victor sputtered, squirming underneath Yuuri’s touch, but once Yuuri saw that huge smile on his face, he knew he was close to breaking his stubborn partner. Giggling, he moved his playful kisses down to Victor’s neck, and finally the champion skater tossed his head back and laughed.

“Ahahahahahaha! Yuurihiehehehehe!” Victor squealed, gripping Yuuri’s shirt as he squirmed, helpless to resist the tickly kisses he was getting. “Ehehehehehehehehe!”

Yuuri smiled against him, placing one last kiss on his lips before propping himself up and gazing into Victor’s eyes with a soft, triumphant smile. “There it is~”

[angelitecloud]

Jealous (Yuri on Ice)

Summary: Yurio isn't too happy when he finds Otabek skating with Victor, but Otabek's encouragement turns into something else when he learns his friend is sensitive in more ways than one.

A/N: I've been obsessed with Yurio recently, and I knew I wanted to write a fic with him as the lee but I wasn't sure how to go about it for a little while. This is my first attempt at a Yuri on Ice fic of any kind, and I'm really happy with it. I hope you enjoy it as well!

Word Count: 1,719

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“Don’t be mad,” Otabek said, smiling at Yuri’s glare that was laced with a pout.

Yuri grunted and looked away. “I’m not mad,” he muttered, but it was obvious he was lying. He’d gotten to the rink a little later than he’d intended, and upon arrival had seen his best friend skating with Victor. He didn’t know whether they were practicing or actually skating together, and he didn’t care. Either way it had made his blood boil to see the man he’d looked up to for so many years skating with his friend. His, not Victor’s.

Now that Victor had gone – bidding them a way-too-cheerful goodbye as he went – Yuri let his mask of irritation slip just enough to let Otabek see that he wasn’t just angry. He was disappointed, too. Worried. And that bothered him even more.

Otabek stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Yuri’s shoulders in a hug, and the younger teen stiffened at the obvious show of affection. This was the part of friendship that was still new to him; this hanging out, talking to each other, hugging.

“It’s okay, Yuri,” Otabek said, voice softening. “I still want to skate with you, if you want to.”

Yuri scoffed. “Of course I want to skate with you, idiot. Er, I mean…” He frowned, trying to find the words. “Not idiot, just…of course I want to skate. That’s all. I want to skate. With you. Just us.”

Otabek chuckled, pulling away to look his friend in the eyes. “Good. I do, too.”

Yuri shook him off. “Then why were you skating with Victor?”

“He was here when I got here, and you were running late.” Otabek smirked, tweaking his side playfully. “Don’t be so jealous.”

Yuri gasped sharply, taking a step back, eyes wide. Otabek looked at him, confused at first. Then realization dawned and his smirk became a smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Yuri muttered, fighting against the blush he knew was threatening to light up his face. “I’m allowed to be jealous. You’re my friend, not his.”

“You’re allowed to have more than one friend, you know. You’re friends with the other Yuuri, and I’m not jealous of him when you two hang out.”

“We do not hang out,” Yuri spat. “That pig and I are not friends.”

Otabek observed him for a moment, then pinched his side again.

Yuri squeaked and stumbled back even further. “Quit doing that!”

“Are you ticklish?” Otabek asked finally, advancing on him.

The way the blonde scrambled away so hard and fast that he slammed himself into a wall was enough answer on its own. Otabek trapped the smaller boy between his arms, pinning him in place with his body and his gaze as he smiled warmly. Yuri was definitely blushing now.

“You are being difficult,” the blonde managed, trying to duck under Otabek’s elbow. The taller boy grabbed the hood of his jacket and yanked him back, snatching up his wrists and pinning them above his head. Yuri sputtered indignantly. “L-Let me go, you – you idiot! What are you doing?!”

Otabek chuckled. “You think I’m being difficult?” He tweaked Yuri’s ribs this time, smirking at the little noise he got in response, followed by a sharp twist to the side. “You’re the one who needs a lesson, my friend.”

“Don’t touch me,” Yuri snapped, eyes widening when Otabek poked a finger into his side and wiggled, keeping up with him even when he tried to jerk out of the way again. He bit hard on his lip, breathing quickly, trying not to laugh. “Don’t touch me, I said! Beka!” Still that finger kept up, wiggling and digging and poking from his side to his stomach, eventually searching out the blonde’s navel through his clothes. Yuri wished he could move, wished he could do something, but Otabek held his arms firmly above his head and just kept standing there, smirking at him, waiting for him to break. Yuri was blushing red as a tomato and he couldn’t do anything about it. “S-Stop! Beka – stop!”

But Otabek just smiled, moving that poking, prodding finger down the front of his stomach to his hip bone, and that’s when Yuri brought his leg up defensively and let out a little huff. Just a huff – not a giggle yet – but enough of a noise to let the older boy know he was getting somewhere.

“Here?” he asked, placing his hand on Yuri’s hip and pressing his thumb into the bone, harder this time, and the blonde let out a tiny snicker. “There we go. This must be your spot.”

“S-Stop it, Beka,” Yuri pleaded, a wide smile on his face that he couldn’t control. He squirmed against the wall, helpless, desperately hoping Otabek would show mercy. He hated the way he sounded when he was tickled, hated how it made him laugh beyond his control, hated that it made him beg like a little kid. “Don’t…don’t…”

Otabek hummed. “Don’t what?”

Yuri glared at him. “Don’t tickle me.”

“Why not? Tickling is fun. Friends tickle each other, don’t they?” The dark-haired teen pressed in again, and again, he got a little snicker. “You’re my friend, and I want to make you laugh since you’re so unhappy.”

“It’s your fault I’m unhappy!” Yuri cried, twisting sharply to the side when that thumb pressed in again, kneading little circles. “Y-You were skahahating with Victohohor!”

Otabek smiled and shook his head. “You’re impossible sometimes.”

“Stop,” Yuri pleaded, the first giggles finally spilling out of him. “N-Nohohot there, please, it t-tihihihickles – Beka, please—”

“I want to hear you laugh,” Otabek replied simply, finding the hollow of his hip and kneading deeply.

Yuri spasmed against the wall, turning his face to the side to hide his wide smile and blush. “Nohohohohoho! Stohohop it, plehehease, I hahahate being tickled!”

“You hate it?” Otabek asked, slowing to a stop. “Why?”

Yuri pressed his lips together, refusing to look at his friend. “It’s humiliating.”

“I’m not trying to humiliate you. I’m trying to have fun with you.”

“Fun?”

“Yes.”

“Tickling?”

“Yes?” Otabek frowned at him, confused. “I’m trying to make you feel better, not worse.”

“By making me make sounds I hate? Making me laugh when I’m angry at you? Making me…” Yuri huffed. “Making me beg?”

“If that’s the way being tickled makes you feel, I won’t do it.” Otabek’s voice was serious now, but his grip on Yuri’s wrists was unwavering. “But I think if you let me, I could show you that tickling can be fun if you let it be. You can’t help the sounds you make. I really want to hear them, actually. I won’t think you’re pathetic or weak for laughing when I tickle you. You’re ticklish, Yuri. It’s entirely normal to laugh when you’re tickled.”

“Spare me the lecture,” Yuri snapped, squeezing his eyes shut. “If you want to do it so bad, then fine. Do it. Just don’t blame me if I kick you where it counts.”

Otabek paused. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, you big oaf. Just do it already-eeee!” Yuri squeaked out the last word, his uncontrollable smile returning when Otabek resumed kneading tiny circles into his sensitive hip bone. The blonde tried to collapse, but with his friend holding his arms above his head like that, he only gave him more of an opening to tickle him. “Beka! Let me – lehehet me fall! Let me dohohohown!”

Otabek complied, releasing Yuri’s wrists so he could fall to the floor, curling up in a protective ball that the older boy then had to unfurl, coaxing him to lie flat on his back so he could reach his hips, sides, and ribs easier.

Yuri’s head was thrown back, teeth clenched against the mirth that wanted so badly to burst out of him in embarrassingly high-pitched giggles and squeaks. He shook his head, grabbing Otabek’s wrists. “Nohohohohoho! I tahahahake it bahahahack – stohohohohop!”

“I want to hear the sounds you make,” Otabek said, pinning the blonde’s wrists together with one hand and continuing to scribble and dig with the other. He broke into his own wide smile when finally – finally – Yuri Plisetsky dissolved into adorable giggles. “Like that.”

“Stohohohohohohop,” Yuri whined, squirming on the ground but going nowhere fast. He wished his hair would hide his face, but lying on the floor with his head thrown back like this, he didn’t have a hope in the world of hiding from Otabek now. “Beheheheheka, please, it tihihihihihickles!”

“I know, but isn’t this at least a little fun? I think it’s fun. You’re being really cute. I like this look on you, Yuri.” The dark-haired boy smiled fondly at his friend, letting go of him to seek out the backs of his ribs with his fingertips, blinking in surprise when Yuri yelped and gripped his shoulders, giggles bordering on something stronger. “Oh?”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Yuri was almost laughing now, but still not quite there. He shook his head, kicked his legs, tried to push Otabek away. “Plehehehehehehease! Stop, Beka, I cahahahahahan’t! I dohohohohohon’t want to!”

Otabek took that as an obvious cue to stop for real, so he ceased his tickling and sat back, patting Yuri’s knees affectionately. “No more, I promise. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

Yuri wrapped his arms around his torso, then thought better of it and covered his face, trying to hide. Still, Otabek heard the muttered “thank you” from behind his palms, and he smiled.

“If you ever want to try again, just let me know,” he said. “In the meantime, why don’t we get out on the ice. It’s why we’re here, right?”

Yuri waited a few moments before removing his hands, back to his usual, snarky self in no time despite the light pink hue that still painted his cheeks. “Yes. Skate. I want to skate. Let’s go.”

The two of them got their skates on and laced up, then headed out onto the ice together. Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, finally at ease, feeling at home, exactly where he belonged. Where he knew he was in control again. Still, though, as he and Otabek skated around and with each other, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldn’t quite let go.

He had a lot to think about.

[angelitecloud]

SK8 the Infinity Sentence Starters #11-20

A collection of the SK8 the Infinity sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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11) Lee Miya, Ler Reki

“Somehow we need to persuade him to let you have that skateboard for an hour or so,” Langa murmured, watching Miya as he hung out in the shop, looking bored, skateboard tucked under his arm. He’d come in to “pick them up” and take them to see one of his skating matches in person, but as soon as he’d entered the shop and Reki had seen his board, he knew it was in no condition to be used in a competition. One of the wheels was about ready to pop off, which was a hazard to say the least.

Reki had tried to convince him to let him fix it, but Miya was insistent that it was fine. The redhead hummed, considering a moment before nodding to himself. “I got this.” He shuffled around one of the tables and walked up to the younger skater. “Yo, Miya.”

“Are you ready to go now, slime?” Miya asked by way of reply, looking up at Reki. “I’m not going to wait all day for you, you know.”

“I need to fix your board, Miya. It’s dangerous to ride on it right now. Surely a professional like you can see that.”

Miya pressed his lips together, clutching his board tighter. “It’s fine.”

“Let me fix it. It’ll only take a little bit, I promise.”

“No.”

Reki sighed and cracked his knuckles. “All right. I didn’t want to have to do this, but as your friend, I can’t let you go to a competition on that board.”

“What are you talking abo-OUT?! Gahk! R-Reheheheki, nohohoho!” Miya doubled over in giggles when Reki latched onto his sides, tickling gently but firmly. “Stohohohohohop! I’m not a kihihihihid anymore!”

“Doesn’t mean tickling won’t work on you,” Reki laughed along with him. “Come on. Let me fix it.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“That’s cool. I can do this all day if you want me to.”

“Reheheheheheki!” Miya squealed, finally dropping his skateboard to use both hands to grab onto the redhead’s wrists, trying and failing to pull him away. “Plehehehehehease, stohohohohop! You can fihihihix my bohohohohoard!”

Reki ceased his tickling attack, smiling at the younger skater. “Great! I’ll get right on it. You’ll thank me later, trust me.”

Miya shoved him away, cheeks pink. “Just go, slime,” he muttered, but he was still smiling.

*

12) Lee Miya, Ler Reki

“I’m gonna get you!” Reki teased playfully as he chased Miya around the park, fingers wiggling teasingly.

“Back off, slime!” Miya shot back, launching himself up the tiny set of stairs leading to the playground. “You’re too big to fit up here!”

“Oh, am I?” Reki quickly proved him wrong by climbing up after him, then ducking under some low-hanging play pieces on his way to the smaller boy.

Miya yelped and practically threw himself down the nearest slide, taking off at a sprint toward Langa, who was sitting on a park bench nearby, eating a sandwich and watching them nonchalantly. “Langa, make your stupid boyfriend leave me alone!”

Langa just took another bite and waited as Miya took refuge behind him and Reki hurried to catch up, still wiggling his fingers.

“You know, Miya, you’re just making the tickle monster even more excited to play with you~”

Miya’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “Shut up! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Doesn’t mean the tickle monster isn’t going to eat you up when he catches you~”

Reki vaulted over the bench, taking Miya off-guard just long enough to finally catch up to him. He tackled the smaller boy into the grass, surprised and amused to hear that he was already giggling hysterically. “Nohohoho, nohohoho! Dohohohohon’t!”

“Whaaaat? I warned you what would happen if you ran.” Reki smirked, gently skittering his fingers along Miya’s sides. “Now the tickle monster has you alllll to himself to play with~ Isn’t that lovely?”

Miya squealed, giggling harder and kicking his legs. “Lehehehehehet me gohohoho! I’m not a tohohohohohoy!”

Reki chuckled, grabbing into his ribs and vibrating, making him burst into laughter. “Hmm…the tickle monster thinks otherwise, little Miya~”

*

13) Switches Reki and Langa

The pillow hit Langa square in the face, and Reki burst into laughter. “Gotcha!”

Langa grinned, grabbed his own pillow, and chucked it at the redhead, who dodged it expertly and then picked it up himself, brandishing both in the air like trophies.

“You’re ridiculous.” Langa beamed, climbing onto his friend’s bed to try and wrestle one of the pillows from his grip. “Give me that.”

“Never!” Reki declared, trying to push Langa away with his bare foot. The blue-haired boy struggled for only a moment before finally deciding to switch tactics, grabbing his ankle and scribbling his fingers over his exposed sole. The redhead shrieked and flopped back onto his mattress, giggling hysterically. “Nohohohoho, dohohohohon’t do thahahahat!”

“Oh?” Langa gripped his foot tighter and kept it up, smirking. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Ahahahahaha! I’m g-gohohohonna—!” Reki suddenly wrenched his ankle free and shoved Langa back harder than intended so his friend was half-dangling off the side of the bed, his hair brushing the floor while his legs scrambled for purchase on the mattress. The redhead quickly sat on him to keep him from falling, reaching forward to squeeze his hips and sides rapidly. “My turn! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Nahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!” Langa pleaded, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink as he laughed helplessly, unable to sit himself up to fight back. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Aw, can’t get away now, can you? Tough luck for you~”

Langa blindly reached for Reki’s knee, succeeding in giving it a hard squeeze, making Reki squeal and fall off the bed as well. Soon both boys were on the ground, wrestling each other for dominance, grabbing any ticklish spot they could reach.

“Gihihihive it up!” Reki giggled, drilling into Langa’s ribs. “You’re mohohohore tihihicklish than me!”

“Thahahahahat’s a complete lihihihihie!” Langa shot back, shoving his hand under Reki’s shirt to scribble at his tummy. “You lohohohose every tihihihihime we have tihihickle fights!”

“Nohohohohot thihihihihis time!”

“Oh yeheheheheah? Prohohohove it!”

Reki and Langa continued to tickle each other until they were totally worn out and surrendered at the same time.

*

14) Lee Langa, Ler Reki

Reki had to hand it to Langa – the guy was really good at remaining calm.

During a sleepover that had inadvertently become boring after they had to remain quiet for Reki’s younger sisters, the redhead challenged Langa to a “don’t laugh” competition. The catch? Tickling was allowed, and actually, tickling was the only thing they could use against each other to make each other laugh.

So far Reki had grinned, yelped, jerked aside, and generally reacted every single time when Langa poked or squeezed or scribbled over one of his many, many ticklish spots. But Langa had done exceedingly well in remaining as stoic as possible. He may have jumped once or twice, but so far Reki had yet to get even a twitch of a smile from him.

Well, that was about to change.

Langa reached forward and lifted his shirt slowly, teasingly, wiggling a single finger in front of his face. That was another rule that Reki had long since regretted adding – you couldn’t resist or fight back until the tickling actually started. So he had to sit there and watch as his best friend lowered that wiggling finger towards – and eventually into – his navel.

Reki giggled, pulling away upon contact.

Langa smirked at him. “You laughed.”

“I didn’t laugh!” Reki replied indignantly. “I giggled. There’s a difference.”

“Sure.”

“All right, your turn.”

Langa wiped the smirk from his face and held perfectly still as Reki finally went for the sweet spot that he knew would work. He lifted the blue-haired boy’s arm and scribbled into the exposed armpit with a vengeance.

“Nahahaha – okay, okahahahay!” Langa giggled, then laughed in a panic when Reki refused to let him go, following him as he struggled and began to topple over. “Reheheheheki! You wihihihihin!”

“I know,” Reki replied with a giant smile, drilling both hands into both of Langa’s underarms, forcing him to burst into laughter and lose the challenge even harder. “Now I’m claiming my reward!”

*

15) Lee Reki, Ler Langa

“Hold still – you’ll get paint everywhere.”

“I cahahahahan’t help ihihihit!” Reki protested, clutching the throw pillow to his chest with everything he had, doing his best to stay still and make Langa’s job easier. “It tihihihihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

Langa smiled, gently brushing the paint-covered brush up and down Reki’s bare soles, taking care to cover every inch. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“Why cohohohohohouldn’t I just stihihihihick my feheheheheet in the bucket?!” Reki tossed his head back and shrieked. “Gahahahahahaha not the tohohohohohoes! Lahahahahahanga!”

Langa chuckled, amused by Reki’s struggle. He gripped his friend’s ankles tighter when he tried to jerk his feet away. “Hold still, I said.”

“Plehehehehease, I cahahahahan’t! Hurry uhuhuhuhuhup!”

Langa dipped the brush in the paint bucket, giving his friend a brief respite before swiping it down his arch carefully, holding him firmly in place despite the squirming and loud cackling Reki was letting free at this point. The redhead started pounding his fists into the pillow, tears springing to his eyes from the strain of trying to hold still for this stupid art project.

“I cahahahahan’t, I cahahahan’t! Plehehehehease, Langa! I cahahahan’t do it!”

“Come on, I’m almost done. Just a couple more swipes.” Langa smirked. Truthfully, he’d been done painting Reki’s feet a few minutes ago. He just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make his friend laugh helplessly like this when he thought he couldn’t fight back. He dipped the brush again, then swirled it in tiny circles over the heel of his opposite foot. “There’s a small spot right here that needs a little more.”

Reki brought the pillow up to his face and screamed into it, laughing hysterically, his pleading muffled against the cushion. “Plehehehehease, stohohohop, Langa! Plehehehehehease! No mohohohore!”

“Just a little more.” Langa dragged the bristles under Reki’s toes. “You’ve got this. Just hang in there.”

Reki pulled the pillow back down, revealing a his pink, tear-streaked cheeks and uncontrollable smile, and Langa beamed, loving every bit of it. He made sure to take his time covering every inch of Reki’s feet with the paint. The redhead could surely handle just a little bit more.

*

16) Lee Miya, Lers Reki and Langa

“Give it back!” Reki cried.

“No!” Miya curled in on himself, cradling the package of cookies to his chest. “They’re mine!”

“They’re meant for everyone,” Joe said calmly, chuckling at the scene. “Be nice and share, Miya.”

“You’re not my dad,” Miya spat, wrenching away from Reki’s hold on him. “Let me go!”

Reki growled, lunging for him again. “Don’t make me tickle you, Miya. I’ll do it!”

Miya yelped, darting around both Reki and Joe to try and get to the door, but suddenly Langa was there, standing still as a tree even as the smaller boy plowed into him at full force. He barely even stumbled. “Share, Miya.”

“No!”

Reki grabbed him from behind, startling a loud squeal out of the smaller skater, followed by rounds of helpless giggles as the redhead tickled his sides. “Gotcha! Give them here, Miya. Don’t make me tickle them back from you.”

“Nohohohoho! They’re mihihihihihihine!” Miya snickered, still clutching the package even as he wiggled and squirmed.

Reki sighed dramatically. “Langa?”

Langa tried prying Miya’s arms away from the cookies while Reki continued to tickle, but when that didn’t work, he started helping his friend instead.

“Aieeehehehehehehehe! Nahahahahahahaha!” Miya was practically crushing the prize they were all after at this point, giggles turning to laughter as Langa joined in on the fun. “Stohohohohohop! No fahahahahahahair!”

Joe chuckled, finally joining the fray by coming up behind Miya and unwrapping his arms easily. Langa reached out to grab the falling package before it hit the ground.

“Ah! Okahahahahay, you’ve gohohohot your cohohohohookies! Let me gohohohoho!” Miya squealed. He struggled in Joe’s hold but went nowhere fast, and Reki just kept tickling him, smirking at his newfound helpless state.

Joe shrugged, holding Miya’s arms above his head with ease. “Sorry, kid. You asked for it.”

Langa blinked, considered for a moment, then set the cookies aside and went back to work helping Reki tickle Miya silly. All three of them enjoyed the sound of his laughter for the next several minutes, and Miya would be lying if he said he wasn’t having fun with this ticklish game, too.

*

17) Lee Reki, Ler Langa

“You’re not going anywhere,” Langa chuckled, grabbing Reki by his ankle and pulling him closer, quickly moving to straddle the already giggling redhead.

“No, please – Langa, plehehehehease! No!” Reki shot his hands down to grab at his friend’s wrists, but he couldn’t stop the fingers that were suddenly wiggling into his belly, squishing and tickling the pudge beneath his t-shirt. “Stohohohohohop!”

“What’s the matter, Reki? A little ticklish?” Langa beamed down at his friend, enjoying the pink blush and panicked giggles and wide eyes staring back at him with glee. “That’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

Reki squirmed and kicked, going absolutely nowhere and loving every second. Langa rarely got playful with him like this, so when he did it was always more exciting than if it were anyone else. Still, he arched his back with a shriek when Langa found his belly button and wiggled into it. “Ahahahahaha Lahahahahahanga!”

“Oh? Did I find your tickle button?”

“Dohohohohohon’t cahahahahahall it thahahahahahat!” Reki protested, his giggles morphing into laughter the longer his blue-haired friend stayed in that spot. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“You’re so ticklish, Reki.”

“I knohohohohow! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!”

“I like making you laugh, you know.” Langa was speaking so casually, it was only making this tickle so much worse. “I especially like that I only have to poke this tickle button to get you giggling.”

“Agh – shut uhuhuhup, I sahahahahahaid!”

“Don’t want to.”

“Lahahahahahanga!” Reki pleaded, the steady tickling really driving him insane now. He shook his head as laughter poured from him in uncontrollable bursts. “Plehehehehease, stahahahahahap!”

“Why should I?”

“It tihihihihihihickles so bahahahahahad!”

Langa only smirked and kept it up in a slow, steady, relentless rhythm of gentle tickle torture. “I know it does~”

*

18) Lee Reki, Ler Langa

“This is childish!” Reki cried, trying to bite back his laughter as he struggled against Langa. “And I’m not a child anymore!”

Langa kept up with him relentlessly, finally managing to snatch a wrist to keep at least that hand from punching him as he drilled into his friend’s side. “What’s childish is that you stole my juice box. My juice box, Reki? Really?”

“I w-wahahas thirsty, and y-yohohohou weheheren’t drinking it anywahahay!” Reki’s voice turned pleading the longer Langa tickled him. “Stohohohohop!”

“I wasn’t drinking it yet,” Langa corrected him, though his smile was playful. “Jerk. I was looking forward to that apple juice.”

“Okahahay, look, I’m sohohohohorry! Lehehehet me go!”

“Hmm…nah.” Langa suddenly dove right for the sweet spot – Reki’s tummy. In an instant the redhead had toppled onto the floor from the force of his laughter, squirming and kicking desperately, especially once his friend slipped his hands under his hoodie to scribble at his bare skin.

“GAH!! NONONO LAHAHAHAHAHANGA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Reki tried to grab Langa’s arms desperately but only managed to weakly tap against him, his own laughter working against him, sapping his strength. “I’M SORRY, I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! I’LL BUY YOU ANOHOHOHOHOTHER ONE!! PLEASE!!”

Langa laughed with him, shoving his hoodie up so he could find his navel easier, dipping a finger inside and wiggling mercilessly. He enjoyed Reki’s screaming laughter and pleas for mercy for several seconds before finishing off his attack with the loudest, longest raspberry he could manage right above his belly button, forcing the redhead into silent hysterics.

At last the blue-haired boy had enough, and he sat up, releasing his friend with a smile and a quick ruffling of his hair. “There. I think that’s about one juice box’s worth of tickle torture, don’t you?”

Reki shoved him away playfully, trying to hide his smile and blush. “I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do.”

*

19) Lee Langa, Ler Reki

“I don’t think you understand how much this means to me,” Reki said, swinging a leg over to straddle Langa, who looked back up at him with a confused smile.

“It’s just tickling, right?” His friend inquired. “How meaningful can it be?”

“Oh, where do I begin?” Reki cracked his knuckles and reached down to wiggle his fingers against Langa’s ribs, making him sputter out his first giggles. “Tickling is fun, but it’s also a total loss of control. The fact that you’re willing to let me be in control and make you laugh is so awesome. It means a lot to me, you know?” He danced up and down his sides. “I like hearing you laugh. Really laugh.”

“You’re ohohohohonly kind of in controhohohohol,” Langa pointed out through his snickering. “You’ll stohohohohohop when I ahahahask you to…rihihihihight?”

“Right,” Reki affirmed immediately, smiling. “I suppose you have a point. We’re both in control, aren’t we?” The redhead began walking up towards his underarms, then suddenly shot up and drilled into them, making Langa shriek and explode with cackling mirth. Reki beamed. “I still feel really good being the one to make you laugh like this, though.”

“AGH!! REHEHEHEHEHEHEKI!!” Langa screeched, his laughter bright and happy and louder than either of them had thought possible from a soft-spoken person like him. “EHEHEHEHEHEASY!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Reki grinned. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“NONONOHOHOHOHO NO TEHEHEHEHEHEASING!! REHEHEHEKI!!”

“You know, that pink blush of yours really goes with your hair.”

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!!”

“Nah~” Reki chuckled, deciding to give him a slight break by going back down to his hips and belly instead. “I think you like it just as much as I do.”

*

20) Lee Miya, Ler Reki

“I hate you,” Miya giggled, staring up at Reki with wide eyes and a huge smile he couldn’t contain no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the wiggling fingers approaching his belly. “I hate you – I h-hahahahahate you!”

“Aww, really? That makes me sad.” Reki smiled playfully, slowly reaching under Miya’s hoodie to gently trace his fingers along the skin of his stomach. “You were practically begging for this, and now you hate me?”

Miya flushed bright pink. “I – I was not! You just…you tricked me!”

“Tricked you? How?”

“By…” Miya scrambled to find an answer. He knew as well as Reki did that he had been asking for this, just not in as many words. Still, he wouldn’t give the slime the satisfaction of knowing how badly he wanted to be tickled. “By…um…”

“Better think fast,” Reki teased, beginning to scribble. “Soon you won’t be able to speak at all~”

“W-Wahahahahait! Wait, no – Reheheheheheki!”

“Tick-tock, Miya~”

The younger skater was blushing completely now, twisting his face to hide in his arms which were pinned above his head. “Ehehehehehehe! Nohohohohoho!”

“Time’s up!” Reki suddenly dug in firmly but gently, sending Miya into fits of sputtering giggles and cackles, enjoying how his face lit up with a bright, happy smile even as his body instinctively tried to squirm away from his fingers. “Uh-oh! Looks like someone’s a little tickle, tickle, ticklish!”

“I hahahahahahahate you!” Miya screamed again, dissolving into helpless hysterics the longer the redhead teased him and tickled his sweet spot like that. “Reheheheheheki! You jeheheheheherk – I hahahahahahahate you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Reki smirked, slipping a finger inside Miya’s belly button, making him throw his head back and explode with laughter. “I think the tickle monster can convince you otherwise~”