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••The Only Time I Ever See Him••

AN: Surprise @fictitious-fluff , I’m getting a bit of deja vu here!! Apologies, I had to sub in since your original Squealing Santa had to drop out, so I’m sorry this is later than normal! The prompts you left behind were super cute and I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Characters: Lee! Hunter, Ler! Willow.

Summary: After hallucinating in the Noceda family bathroom, Hunter ends up in a bit of a panicking tiff. Luckily, Willow is there to help him.

Warnings: SFW tickle fic, hallucinations, hurt/comfort.

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He was there. Hunter had seen him, saw them actually, two people. Awoken by some branches scraping at the walls of the Noceda residence, Hunter was already on edge as he creaked his way upstairs to investigate the low, scratching noise. Every step he took felt like he was about to trod on a rattlesnake, the house felt like one big bear trap like this, alone and isolated in the cover of night. It reminded him of how he used to sneak out of the castle with Flapjack; he found it difficult to get out of the mindset that one wrong step, incorrect turn or loud noise would result in the loss of his best friend. Hunter took in a deep breath as he scoured through the house, occasionally lingering in the doorway of his friend’s bedrooms just to make sure they were okay. He considered checking on Miss Camila too, but something about bothering her rubbed him the wrong way, nerves clamming up as he reached towards her door handle.

He shook his head. He shouldn’t bother her. Though, his nerves were still jittery, like there was some monster under her skin waiting to burst out at any second. Water. He needed some water. Flicking on the light to the bathroom, Hunter immediately made his way over the sink, spinning the faucet until a geyser of cool water began spilling out. He wetted his hands before leaning down and splashing them against his face. Then, Hunter barely opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, as if to check that he was was still here. And that’s when he saw him. Them, in fact, two of them.

Belos came first, not the horrific monster that resembled something of a Lovecraft book, but the kind, gentle uncle he had once knew. The one with an injured streak of green magic scarring his face, and silver hair that had been aged with wisdom and a necessity to survive. Hunter barely recalled Belos talking about his injury, the one supposedly caused by wild magic, though Hunter had no way of deciphering truth and deceit from his mouth anymore.

“We are kin, Hunter, our scars are a permanent reminder of our failures. They’ll remind us to keep pushing forward, but also that we will always be united.”

What was once a comforting speech about how Hunter could always rely on his uncle now just served to remind him that his blood was running through his veins. If that even was how Grimwalkers worked, who knew what other vile things Belos had to do to make his body. The memory flashed through his mind like an icicle had crashed through his spine, just the thought of how willingly and stupidly he helped his uncle in the past was enough to send him stumbling away from Belos’ cold, sadistic gaze. His hand struck upwards to his face as his fingers involuntarily traced the scar on his chin, the fingerprint of Belos.

The next face was his own, the mask that had been sewn onto him since birth. A man who he never knew existed until just a month or so ago, yet had dictated his entire life. Caleb. He seemed tired, exhausted and if Hunter squinted, he could’ve sworn that Caleb looked disappointed in him. How could he not be? The last of the Grimwalkers, all of those people, all of those murdered and it all lead up to just him. Sure, Belos was dead but it wasn’t like Hunter believed that, that monster would find a way to cling to life for even a few more seconds no matter the depraved cost. He hadn’t won or defeated Belos, he was trapped in another world, although the human world somehow felt comfortable. Maybe he just didn’t have anything for him back in the Isles, except for Darius, or maybe it was the Caleb in him talking, happy to finally be back home.

Hunter yelped pathetically, barely finding his voice as he tucked his head to the side, staring away from the mirror. Clutching the sides of his hair while his torso shook and jittered slightly, Hunter took in deep breaths as well as he could, trying to copy it how Luz taught him. They were far from perfect but they calmed him down just enough to barely able to just barely open one of his eyes and look back in the mirror.

It was just him, a few feet away from the mirror from jumping back, hunched over with his hands on the sides of his head. Hunter grimaced, really missing that masked confidence right about now. He blinked a few times, making sure that it was really him and not Caleb. Satisfied that he was no longer seeing things, Hunter slowly rose back to his normal stature and got ready to le-

“Hunter?” A soft voice called from the doorway, though it felt like a shock to his heart. Hunter jumped back once more, startled like a deer, and turned to face where the voice had came from. There stood Willow, who was just rubbing her eyes groggily but had flinched back at Hunter’s reaction, a little stunned herself. A few moments passed in silence as Hunter felt like his tongue was stolen, not exactly sure what to say. Eventually though, Willow stepped into the room, a look of confused sympathy in her eyes.

“What are you doing up still? Are you alright?” She asked, her voice was quiet, not just to ensure that she wouldn’t wake the others.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Hunter decided, avoiding that last question. Willow didn’t seem to mind but she could feel more conceal bubble in her gut.

“I saw that my bedroom door was left open, and then I heard someone scream in here,” she explained, each of her words clear and slow. Hunter nodded in a grimace recollection.

“Oh, right, that was me-both of those things were..” he then turned his face away, finding the floor more interesting. Willow stepped forward with a soft smile, lightly leaning against the wall.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” she then slid down the wall and repositioned herself to have her back pressed up against it, with her legs crossed. She patted the spot next to her and after a moment of thinking, Hunter steadily sat beside her, hugging her legs to his chest. He remained silent though, chin resting atop his knees as he stared idly forward, though Willow kept her attention on him.

“Did something happen?” She asked, easily slipping into the role of being a comforter. Hunter only managed a small hum of agreement to that question.

“Wanna talk about it?” Willow then followed up with, a light question, one which Hunter could easily back out of or lean into though. He choose the former though, just shaking his head. Willow felt her face soften, a strong sense of empathy running through her as she could only imagine what was going on with Hunter. Luckily, she knew a full proof fix to any emotional problem!

“Want a hug?” She offered, opening her arms just a little as she scooted a little to face him. It took a Hunter a moment of consideration, fear filling him like bile until he delicately allows himself to be taken into Willow’s arms. His arms found themselves clinging to the back of her neck, while hers secured his lower back. Hunter’s body was mostly draped over Willow’s warm legs, her whole body was warm actually, like a blanket on a winter day. Hunter breathed in, finally remembering what Luz told him, in for four seconds, out for four seconds and repeat. Willow took note of what he was doing and copied him, not wanting him to do it alone.

“Thanks, captain,” Hunter mumbled quietly once he was finally level headed again. Willow’s smile appeared a little brighter as Hunter looked up to stare at her. She began rubbing circles onto his back, and Hunter immediately returned the smile.

“Don’t thank me yet, you know, there is a price to these hugs,” Willow grinned, something sly appear in her eyes, the same look she’d house whenever she was scheming with Gus. Hunter’s brow furrowed in confusion, though he enjoyed the more playful tone the conversation was now shifting towards.

“Oh, and what would that be?” He asked, trying his best to play into whatever game Willow was playing right now. Suddenly, her grip on him tightened, practically scooping him closer to her from her hold on his back. Hunter squeaked as he stumbled over, ending up sitting on Willow’s lap, hands still messily clinging to her neck.

“Your laughter!” Willow exclaimed before her fingers greedily shot into Hunter’s sides, scraping about against his torso through the fragile fabric of his shirt. Hunter’s grip onto Willow immediately tightened, it probably wasn’t the best idea to cling onto the person tickling him, but something about it felt natural, like the right thing to do. Eyes widening, small laughter began to crackle out of his mouth, it came out in a disjointed manner, as if this was the first time he had ever laughed.

“Pffha-Wi-Wihihillow!!” He squeaked out, rooting his feet into the floor as his body became more rigid, doing her best not to make a fool of himself by squirming around. Willow grinned, spidering and skittering her nails across the lengths of his tummy, jabbing her nails into the pudgy skin every now and then.

“Aww, that is the cutest laughter I’ve ever heard!” Willow teased him, though she felt a bit of a blush form on her face, she was just glad Hunter didn’t notice as his entire face reddened at the praise, even getting a bit louder because of that.

“Aha-hahaha, I-I dohohohn’t-!!” Hunter couldn’t even got a full sentence out before squealing, his legs bucking as their placement became more wobbly. He fell forward, leaning against Willow with his cheek pressed against her chest. Seizing the opportunity, Willow reached both of her hands over to Hunter’s exposed right side before squeezing them playfully, prompting a few yelps from Hunter as he flailed about against her.

“Careful, Hunter,” Willow spoke in a chastising tone, “you don’t wanna wake up anyone else by being too loud, do you?” Somehow, Hunter’s face felt even more hot as he his heart thumped out of his chest. Taking her advice, he buried his face in her shoulder, trying to stifle all his squeals and laughter. Willow then crawled her fingers down to his hips, lightly tapping and pinching against them, causing Hunter to buck about in her arms.

“Thihihis is-cruhuhuel!” Hunter called out playfully, jerking about from side to side at the touch of Willow’s hands. The poor boy couldn’t even show his scarlet face, all he could really do was keep on laughing away in Willow’s arms. Willow just stared down at him adoringly, watching Hunter just melt away into giggles as he clung onto her. She began pressing her thumbs into his hips with more force, squishing her fingers down against her body, earning a few loud shrieks and cackles into her shoulder.

“Oh come on, you know you love it!” Willow smirked down at him, to which Hunter was only, barely able to meet her gaze, losing the will to speak. His eyes appeared weakly opened, sparkling with joy normally only seen in childhood, as if all of his problems were forced out with his laughter. Hunter could barely keep a hold on Willow, though he wasn’t squirming that much now, half because he didn’t want to get away and half because the poor boy was just too tired for it. As much as Willow adored this side of Hunter, one of the rare, fleeting moments that he wasn’t troubled by a need to survive, she could also recognise just how winded he was getting already. Rasping and gasping for breath, going red in the face, laying against her like a rock ready to sink down in a river, that was all it took for Willow’s fingers to begin lightening their assault, delivering a few more pinches to his sides to keep him all giggly.

Willow held Hunter as he remained in her arms, lightly rocking with each deep inhale he took. When his face returned to a lighter shade, he managed to face Willow, a little unsure of himself. Willow noticed and figured to lead.

“You feeling okay? Want some water?” She offered, to which he shook his head, already feeling more than satisfied.

“No-no, it’s okay-thanks Captain…for all of that,” Hunter added that last bit in an embarrassed mumble, barely able to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Willow just giggled adoringly at his behaviour.

“You wanna go back to bed?” Willow prompted him, but surprisingly, his grip on her didn’t loosen. He shook his head against her shoulder.

“Actually…would you mind if we-stayed like this..for a bit?” Hunter asked, though his tone wasn’t dripping with sadness, Willow had done a thorough job at tickling that out of him. He sounded more…comfortable, a similar feeling as to earning the trust of a stray cat. Willow’s smile remained bright on her first as she kept a tight hold on Hunter, like a teddy.

“Of course we can.”

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #squealing santa #squealing santa 2k24 #the owl house tickle #toh tickle #lee hunter #ler willow #ticklish hunter

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Seems like a cute idea so I’m just trying to spread the word ^^!

Hear Me Out Cake Event!!

This is the wildest idea for an event I've had but... HEAR ME OUT!!!

In this event, we'll be putting our own tickly twist on the hear me out cake trend!! For our hear me out cake, we'll put the characters we'd like to see get tickled on the cake!! >:) I'll explain more below the cut, but I'd also like to extend an invitation for other creators to jump on this event if they'd like!! :D The event will be starting next week on January 12, so keep an eye out for that!

Here's a quick summary of the event, but I will also explain more hehehe~ There are three stages to this event! The first stage is the Hear Me Out!! stage, where you'll pick out a character you'd like to put onto the cake! The second stage is where all of the characters on the cake are announced, which I'm calling the Big Slice or Little Slice stage! The final stage is called Serving the Cake, and it is where the cake is sliced and all the characters on the cake are given a slice of cake (in the form of tickles! >:D)

Hear Me Out!! Stage:

The first stage of the event! This will run from Jan. 12 through Jan. 18 and will be everyone's opportunity to submit a character for the cake! To submit a character, just send me an ask with the character you'd like to submit for the cake! Please specify the fandom as well :) If you'd like to go above and beyond, then feel free to explain why you want to put this character on the cake!! I'll be posting the asks as they come in before posting the final list of characters, so this is where we can all get silly and talk about the characters we love!

One note for this event: I'm really hoping the community gets together for this event, so if there's a character from a fandom that's not on my personal fandom list, still send them in!! I'll be writing for characters that I know about, but if there's a character that you love, you should send them in! If I don't know them, maybe someone else will end up picking them!

Big Slice or Little Slice Stage:

The second stage of the event! This stage will start on Jan. 20 when the full list of characters is posted! During this stage, any creator can pick out however many characters they'd like to write for and start creating whatever they'd like for them!! Art, fics, whatever you'd like to make! There's no limit on who you can write for or draw in this event but also don't feel pressure to create something for every character on the list!

Another note: The dates after the Hear Me Out!! stage are all pretty iffy just so y'all know! Ideally I'll have the list up on Jan. 20 but it could be later, and also the time frame for the Slicing the Cake stage is super flexible for creators! Don't feel pressure to stick within that time (I will for sure be posting outside of the time given haha)

Serving the Cake Stage:

The final (and most fun!) stage of the event! This stage will start on Feb. 3, two weeks after the full list of characters is shared! This is when anyone can start posting their slices of character cake onto Tumblr to share! You are also more than welcome to post before this time, it's just a rough time frame hehe~ If you're participating in this event, please use the tag #cakes and tickles so that everyone can follow along with the event! It's a terrible tag but it'll work haha! There's no technical time limit on the event, but I was thinking the posting period could be from Feb. 3 through Mar. 3 just for a fun little "month" of cake! But like I said before there is absolutely no pressure to do it within that time frame, just make sure to have fun if you decide to participate!! I'll try and reblog as many tickly creations as I can, so make sure to use the tag above hehehe :D

And that's pretty much it!! This is a crazy event and I'm really hoping that other people participate (if not that is all good there is NO pressure I just thought this would be a fun little community thing haha)! I'm looking forward to the best hear me out cake EVER!!!

If you have any questions about this event prior to it beginning, please don't hesitate to send me a message or an ask! I think I explained everything but there could easily be something that I missed! Thank you guys and look forward to this! :D

#hear me out cake event #tickle community #tfb community #cakes and tickles #event #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #tickletober

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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just making sure, do you still write for toh?

Yes, I do!!

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Might be a hot take but if you boil down Mizu’s gender presentation to just “she pretended to be a man out of convenience”, your missing a very key part about her character and the queer subtext of her relationship with Taigen.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #taigen #akemi #everything about mizu is half and half #white and asian #samurai and demon #man and woman

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Aw, thank you so much!

••A Summer’s Worth of Tickles••

AN: @blushyeleven having to hide that you were my Squealing Santa this whole time was so hard!! But I really do hope that you like this fic, I wanted to make something extra special for you since I thought you would need it!! Your one of my closest friends and I love you so much, I hope this makes your Christmas a little bit better!!

Summary: After a long Summer break without Wednesday, Enid returns to Nevermore and appears to be more needy to her roommate. Wednesday finds out way after finding a story on Enid’s phone.

Word Count: 4603.

Warning: SFW Tickle Fic, a whole lot of Yuri bitches be gay,

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Being the social butterfly of Nevermore, Enid thought that summer vacation might just be the death of her. Sure, she could still talk with and meet with most of her friends, but there was a certain, darker stained part of her that couldn't be filled. Ajax's gossip sessions over the phone and going out to eat with Yoko only gave her a fraction of the bliss she felt being cooped up in that tense, raw dorm room with Wednesday Addams. She didn't sleep the first night back home, or the night after that; the never-ending noise coming from her brothers was only partly the reason why. Enid longed to hear dramatic violin pieces from the balcony paired with the chilly air that sprawled into her room from the open door, she wanted to be annoyed at the incessant tapping at a typewriter, she wanted to feel the chilling embrace of Wednesday's arms wrapped around her skin at least once more.

But, Wednesday had secluded herself to the Addams Manor for summer vacation, something about trying to discover the identity of someone who wanted her dead. Enid never thought that she'd be bitter about being left out of something like that. She had tried texting Wednesday many times, but she learnt in the first few days that her roommate was an incredibly dry texter. The fact that she signed each of her messages never grew old to Enid though, but trying decipher the seemingly random strings of emojis she used was a text that not up to her expertise.

Being without Wednesday for months was torture. It was almost funny considering she didn't even know that the goth existed until a couple weeks prior, now she couldn't imagine her life without her. Now, the only way she could get to sleep was laying on her side and brushing her hand against her arm, pretending it was Wednesday's touch. Now, she was getting herself ready on a brisk, painful September morning, triple checking her hair, makeup and uniform just to make sure she'd be perfect upon seeing her crush again. Now, she got herself to Nevermore before the Sun even came up, waiting in her untouched dorm room, devoid of light or closeness.

The door opened with a gentle creaking, Enid’s heart spiked with excitement she never once felt before. There was a clicking of heavy boots as Wednesday made her way into the room, looking exactly as Enid remembered her. The werewolf herself had changed a little, sporting a shorter haircut with more prominent hair dye. Passionate light shone through Enid’s eyes as she skidded across the floor to her roommate, who remained stagnant other than a light expression of surprise.

“Howdy Wednesday!” Enid cried out joyfully, touching Wednesday’s wrist to which she did not recoil. Instead, she observed Enid, noting down all the little changes in her mind, as well as how it only took her a few seconds to get close to her.

“Enid. You’re here earlier than normal.” Wednesday commented, a familiar sense of annoyance and relief filling her. She too had missed her roommate and all of her aggravating habits, as much as she would hate to admit it, she found a certain comfort in Enid. Someone who was as odd as her yet was so, so different, but still found a way to like Wednesday either way. It was illogical to her first, causing her to write off Enid as a nonsensical, idiotic lapdog. She still found some truth in that, but she thought it to be more admirable.

Enid remained unfazed by Wednesday’s lack of emotion, that bright, wide smile never leaving her face. It felt natural. “I cannot believe it has been so long, I have so much to talk about, so much to ask-did you ever find out who was trying to kill you? How’s Thing? Is he here? What about-?”

Enid was silenced by Wednesday’s placing a cold finger to her lips, promptly shutting her up with a small blush on her cheeks. Sure, it was rude but Wednesday initiating any kind of touch was a blessing to Enid.

“Enid, it’s 8:00am in the morning. Please.” Wednesday commented sarcastically, halfheartedly swinging her bag down from her shoulders and placing it on her bed. As she unzipped it, staring down at her belongings, she called out. “But, Thing is…comforted to see you again. You had an impact on him.”

Enid easily deciphered Wednesday’s emotions morse code, resigning herself to a silent victory. Wednesday missed her too, and that’s all that mattered.

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From then on, the two of them automatically slipped into her usual dynamic, but couldn’t help to notice the differences. Enid wasn’t letting Wednesday walk all over her anymore, she had just embraced who she was and she wasn’t just going to put her life on hold for whatever Wednesday wanted. But, it was now rare that Wednesday would call on her for something like that. It would be hard to see for anybody else, anybody but Enid, but she has grown more affection, at least to Enid, in her own ways. Taking down notes for classes Enid had missed, giving her lessons on the best ways for werewolves to kill people, waiting for Enid to fall asleep first to make sure she wouldn’t spend her night doomscrolling instead of resting.

But, there was something else on Enid’s mind, something nagging and clawing at the back of her brain nearly all the time she was with Wednesday. A craving, a neediness, a desire to be physically close to her, just in a…particular way. A way that made her cheeks break out in blushes if she even tried to say it, a way so childish she was certain Wednesday would be even less keen to indulge her than normal, a way that had been on Enid’s mind all of Summer. Being away from people, away from Wednesday, left Enid with a certain coldness. Now, being back with Wednesday felt like she had a fire right next to her, she just had to reach out and get closer, only that was the scariest part.

Why would Wednesday Addams even do something as silly as tickling? It was beneath her, it was stupid really. Enid felt like a lovesick idiot whenever she caught a glimpse of Wednesday’s perfect black nails, or whenever she caught herself leaning in towards her touch. She just couldn’t help it, the poor girl had been in a killer lee mood all Summer, with her only way of getting through being fantasying and fanfiction. But now, Wednesday was here, right next to her all the time. The nagging, burning request had bounced all about through Enid’s throat at this point, desperate to be released but never quite having the will to do so. The closest she’s gotten was acting Wednesday if she was tickling, to which she got in response,

“The last person who tickled me lost a finger.” Wednesday left it at that, much to Enid’s disappointment but she was riding the high of Wednesday at least saying the dreaded T-word…no matter how pathetic that seemed.

So now here she was, cozied up in her colourful pink bedsheets surrounded by an army of cutesy stuffies, a sharp contrast to Wednesday’s darkened bed, of which she was dissecting a rat on with Thing’s help. Enid didn’t need to pay attention to that though, she found herself with her head half poking out of the blanket, hand idly gripped onto her phone which was merely a few inches from her face. Fanfiction helped her through her lee moods before, she had to keep going. If anything, reading with Wednesday in the room made it even better, Enid would just take little glances up at her impassioned, serious face and promptly go back to her reading, with an even greater flustered feeling in her heart. There was always the fear of being caught in the very back of her mind but that too just made things more exciting for her. Eventually, she had to take a break, since the passage,

“…she felt her nails dig into her hips, clawing against her skin like she was looking for treasure. A distinct gasp was forced from her, followed by some mix of whiny, high pitched laughter.

“Aww, what’s the matter, little lee? You were the one begging for this a moment ago and now you can’t take it? Sorry, baby, but I’m having too much fun and your gonna get it!”

…proved too much for her to handle. A little look up at Wednesday proved that, her heart spiked as if she was scared for her life. Heat rose noticeably to her cheeks; Enid grasped her blankets and peeled them off of her carefully, stepping softly onto the dorm room floor. She prayed that Wednesday wouldn’t notice her as she scurried off into the side bathroom and locked the door, but she was sorely mistaken. Wednesday had noticed Enid’s peculiar behaviour long before this, but this was the only time she had grown concerned for her. She wrote off all of Enid’s quirks as a byproduct of her being needy and clingy, but something seemed…different about just now. Interpreting Enid’s morse code was difficult for Wednesday, their could be a million reasons as to why she was happy right now and just as many that could make her upset. It honesty made her feel like something of a detective to try and figure out what she was thinking. And it seemed like her first clue was on Enid’s bed.

Wednesday silently trod over to the other side of the room, sitting delicately on the side of Enid’s bed as she went to grab her phone. Snooping wasn’t a good look on her, but her rational thinking wasn’t at the forefront of her mind. Something about the way Enid was blushing as she left the room sparked a curiosity, almost a hatred towards whatever had caused it. Wednesday had to know what it was, even against her better judgement. But instead of finding Ajax begging to get back together with her, as she assumed, she instead found that Enid was reading. An improvement to the soul sucking nature of social media, but still one that left her as a slave to technology. Curiosity struck her once again, Wednesday awkwardly fidgeted about with the screen, scrolling up to try and get a better idea at what Enid was reading. She did grow weary that Enid might return soon, so she simply elected a paragraph to read.

“Being a brat isn’t gonna get you anywhere, hun. We both know how much you just loooove getting tickled, so sit still, no need to get all squirmy~!”

Wednesday’s curiosity more so turned to confusion. Was it just Enid having an affinity for tickling that was causing her to act strange? Sure, it was odd, atypical of societal standards but this was Nevermore, where expectation came to die. No, no, it couldn’t of been just that, Enid wouldn’t hide this from Wednesday unless…it had something to do with her. Unless Enid wanted something from her.

Oh. So that’s what this was all about. Wednesday felt a grin coming on. She was never one to indulge others for the sake of it, but this specific method could be rather…interesting to use on Enid.

Oh. This could really be something fun.

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End came out of the bathroom after splashing her face a good few times, trying to retain some semblance of normality. Taking deep breaths in and out, she clicked open the bathroom door satisfyingly and made her way back to her be-

Why was Wednesday sitting there?! Enid’s heart dropped to her stomach, arms growing still and heavy like dead weight. Immediately, she scanned around for her phone, not seeing it anywhere on the bed. Then, back to Wednesday, who eventually turned to her as Enid warily approached.

“Hey, Wends,” Enid said in a high pitched tone, trying to appear like everything was fine. She stood in front of Wednesday, wanting to feel a little bit in control as the goth girl looked back up at her. “Whatcha doing over here?”

“I thought I could use a change of scenery. I was getting too comfortable over there.” Wednesday stated, as she noticed Enid’s eyes glancing around the area of her bed around Wednesday. Looking up at her with interest, Wednesday reached beneath her thigh and held out Enid’s phone. “Looking for this? You left it out here when you ran out in a hurry.”

Enid quickly snatched up the phone, not minding the light accusation that was thrown at her. She felt some relief fill her when she realised that it was locked, but that Wednesday still could’ve read it. She glanced back over to Wednesday’s face as she cautiously sat down next to her, unable to read her expression.

“Yeah, you know, I just-had something to do..” Enid answered vaguely, her mouth moving faster than her brain could. She stared down, avoiding eye contact with Wednesday. She couldn’t handle that right now.

“Are you feeling well, Enid?” Wednesday asked, carefully reaching over and grazing Enid’s side with her nails in a manner that could almost pass as an accident. With a sharp inhale and a startled look in her eyes, Enid recoiled back from the touch, her soft pyjama shirt not protecting her sensitive midriff that well. “You certainly seem jumpy.”

“I’m fine, just a little-sensitive, is all,” Enid responded sheepishly, rubbing her side preciously. “Since when did that worry you?” She quickly followed with, the subject of tickling felt a little like holding her hand over a fire. A few moments would be nice and cozy and warm, but if she remained there for too long, she was gonna get burned.

“You’ve been acting different ever since Summer break, Sinclair. You’ve been insistent of sitting next to me in every class, standing closer to me than normal, constantly blushing while looking at your phone and now running out the room for what? No reason?” Wednesday pushed her suddenly, placing her full attention onto Enid, who felt like shrivelling up beneath the spotlight.

“I just missed you, obviously! It’s been months, Wednesday!” Enid blurted out, in a tone that didn’t even convince herself, even though she technically was telling the truth. Wednesday still wasn’t satisfied with just making Enid squirm, she leaned closer to her, placing her right hand on the other side of Enid’s body. Tensing, Enid let a whine get caught up in her throat, dividing her attention between Wednesday’s face and that dangerous looking hand.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to, Enid, do you know what happened to Pugsley the last time he tried lying to me?” Meekly, Enid shook her head, shying away from Wednesday’s intense gaze. A rare smirk appeared on Wednesday’s face as she leaned in closer to Enid’s ear, whispering a barely audible,

“I tickled him.” It was enough to make Enid’s hair stand up, an icy hot rush coursing through her veins and doing laps around her heart. She couldn’t even process it fully before Wednesday’s hand jabbed into her right side, making her jump closer to Wednesday’s body instinctively.

“Ah! W-wehehednesday!!” Enid shrieked loudly-was this really happening?! This had to be another dream, right?! But no, she could feel Wednesday’s cold body against her own burning one and the way he side tingled and buzzed was too…vivid. Wednesday’s fingers worked meticulously on her, finding a balance of being delicate and rough, a light but sharp touch, like needles sticking into her body. She wrapped her other arm around Enid’s waistline, trying to stop all that messy squirming of hers.

“You seem to be even more sensitive than him, he could at least hold in his laughter.” Wednesday commented as Enid’s grip on her pyjama shirt tightened. Almost in reprimand, she dug her nails into Enid’s hips while her other hand remained squeezing at her side. Enid couldn’t help but smile widely, eyes squinted as helpless giggles escaped her mouth.

“Ho-hohohold on, I’m nohohot reahahahady!!” Enid squealed, bouncing about against Wednesday’s hold, pounding her feet against the floor. All those little, adorable reactions of hers just encouraged Wednesday more and more; she was enjoying this a lot more than she thought she would.

“Oh, really?” Wednesday purred. “But I thought you loved this, Enid.” She said in a smug tone, one that made Enid pang with realisation. Wednesday knew. But…she wasn’t being mean about it…well, she was, but she wasn’t being cruel. She was indulging Enid with nothing more than a few light teases here and there. That thick sense of dread and worry fizzled away into a feeling of relief; Enid was getting everything she wanted.

“You-you lohohoked at my ph-eeeeek-phone, dihihidn’t you?!” Enid squealed out in a challenging, teasy, confident tone, which was interrupted by a ear piercing squeal once Wednesday’s hand burrowed their way beneath Enid’s thin top and scratched around at her tummy.

“You were going to keep hiding this from me unless I did something. And by the looks of things, you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Wednesday relished in the way Enid’s cheeks lit up in a hot red, she didn’t know why but seeing her all flustered and smiley and giggly like this caused her insides to…soften up a little. Not like she’d ever admit that though. Instead, she slipped her other hand into Enid’s shirt too, dragging and tracing those powerful black nails of hers about.

“M-mahahAHAHAHAYBE~!!” Enid lightly teases, clutching onto Wednesday for comfort, twisting her body about on the spot. She pressed her forehead down on Wednesday’s shoulder, shrieking with laughter.

“Don’t hide that smile from me,” Wednesday ordered, jabbing her pinkie against Enid’s navel. She shrieked and drew her head up, hair all messy, sticking out in every which way. There was a look of exhilarated fear in her eyes, like someone going down a zip line, and a gaping, delighted smile spread across her face. “It…suits you.” Wednesday decided on. Enid didn’t have time to appreciate the compliment before Wednesday started scratching and pricking her nails against her navel again.

“I didn’t know about this adorable little spot of yours. Does it really tickle that bad?” She asked in a light, mocking tone, as Enid reeled back, laying down on her side, hearty laughing pouring from her mouth. Her body occasionally twitched whenever Wednesday really dug one of her wicked nails into her belly button. Wednesday followed her, leaning over and rolling up her shirt just enough so that one could mistake it for a crop top. She then scooted over to be straddling Enid’s thighs, resting her hands limply on her bare tummy.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Enid heaved, gazing down brightly at Wednesday’s predatory hands, her own fingers kneading away at her duvet like a cat.

“Trying to decide whether you deserve a countdown or not.” Wednesday responded, a sly sense of enjoyment laced within in her voice. She looked back up to Enid’s face, crimson and excited. Slowly, she decided on nodding, a little smile appearing on her face which almost convinced Wednesday. “If you insist. You’ll have until 0.”

“Three,” Wednesday began and Enid took in a deep breath, nerves eating away at her skin.

“Two,” Suddenly though, Wednesday’s nails found themselves scribbling all over Enid’s tummy, scratching along her belly and then plucking at her sides. She scraped her nails against Enid’s poor stomach and hammered them down against her navel.

“TH-THAHAHAT’S CHEAHAHAHATING!!!” Enid exploded with laughter, limbs flailing about like a headless chicken. Everything felt hazy yet vivid, she wheezed for air, vision becoming blurry with tears but she could still make out Wednesday’s face, fitted with a small smile.

“Aw, is it? Poor you.” Wednesday smirked, her hands felt like they were moving faster than ever before. Each second she was pressing down, clawing, kneading, tapping at a different spot on Enid’s torso, but she made sure to give extra attention to her navel, adoring the squeaks and squeals that it produced. “But we both know that your loving this.”

Enid hid her hot face beneath her elbows, grinding her heels down against the mattress. She loved hated how Wednesday was clued into her little secret now, knowing she’d hang it over her head whenever something like this happened.

“IHIH’M GOHOHOHOHNA KICK YOHOHOUR AHAHASS AHAHAFTER THIS!!” Enid howled out, her elongated, sharp werewolf claws pricking out. Her leg kicked ferociously beneath Wednesday’s petite frame, which looked so much larger now.

“Now that you mention it, your feet are kicking awfully a lot…” Wednesday thought aloud in a low tone, tapping her fingertips against Enid’s abdomen. The cogs in Enid’s mind ran a little slower than Wednesday’s so by the time the goth was scooted over to be sitting on Enid’s ankles, Enid perked up.

“Wait, wait, hold on Wednesday, not there!” Wednesday only looked back at Enid’s face one, determining that she was being playful by her massive smile. With her comfort secured, Wednesday turned her attention back to Enid’s socked feet, grazing her nails against Enid’s soles to test the waters. Enid froze, her body going rigid and still before seeming to crumble so easily at the touch. Sweet, small giggles escaped from her lips as her body relaxed and melted, slumping over. She weakly reached out her hand towards Wednesday, begging for nothing in particular, other than her attention.

“W-wehehends, it ti-tihihckles!!” Enid squealed, clenching her hands up, her knee twitching upwards from time to time. Wednesday’s smile softened in a way that made her glad Enid couldn’t see her right now.

“That’s the point, Sinclair, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?” Wednesday joked sarcastically, tapping her nails down Enid’s arches to then sink them right into her heels. She tenderly dragged her nails back up to the tops of her toes and grabbed the tip of Enid’s left sock, gently beginning to pull it off.

“Oh-ohohoh God-!” Enid giggled out in anticipation, recoiling her hands back sharply to cover her mouth. Wednesday turned back, trying to fix the softness in her eyes.

“Don’t do that, I want to hear your laughter.” She said, her words dripping with more affection than she thought possible. Their eye contact lingered for longer than normal, something deep sparked within their gaze, something that made Wednesday turn away, adding on an, “It’s pathetic,” to try and save face. She immediately traced her nails around Enid’s sole to try and distract the both of them, getting into a rhythm of scribbling up and down.

“Any other sweet spots I should know about?” Wednesday asked, half from curiosity and half to try and regain her authority. Enid squeaked slightly at the question, averting her gaze in a deliberate, timid yet teasy manner.

“I-I dohohn’t knooo-ohohw~!” Enid said, practically challenging Wednesday to find out. She obliged, abandoning her feet as she turned back to face Enid. A few pokes at her thighs and knees quickly caused Wednesday to write them off, so she crawled right back up to Enid’s hips, straddling them once more. Enid obligingly laid back down, not bothering to fight Wednesday.

“Let’s see,” Wednesday tapped her fingers against Enid’s ribs as she thought, just light enough to keep her giggling and squirming beneath her. She racked her brain, trying to think of where she hadn’t targeted yet, before a rather obvious spot appeared in her mind. A look of knowing confidence overcame Wednesday, staring down Enid with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Leisurely, she began spidering her nails up from Enid’s ribs, digging in deep enough to make every little ‘step’ of her fingers feel weighty.

“Ooo, I think I got you.” Wednesday grinned, to which Enid shook her head, despite praying, begging on the inside that Wednesday knew. Wednesday took her time trailing her fingers up to being just below Enid’s armpits but then, she just left them there, not bothering to go further. Enid’s face looked like she was about to blow, bottom lit stuck out with her gaze lingering on Wednesday’s hands in a silent begging that they’d just do something.

“Tickle, tickle, Enid!” Wednesday’s hands suddenly pounced up onto Enid’s armpits, making the blonde shriek and squeak and bounce back against the bed. Her body tossed and shook about with each little wiggle or scratch from Wednesday’s dexterous fingers, swirling about against her ticklish pits.

“EHEHEHHEEHEK!! WE-WEHEHEDNESDAY!!” Enid screamed out, praying none of the other forms were hearing her. She’d never seen this side of Wednesday before, even when got into her sadistic moods before this, she never acted this playful or tender. It made her feel special, to know that she was deserving of this side of Wednesday. How silly it was to think that Wednesday would be disgusted if her just for enjoying being tickled.

“What’s the matter, puppy? Is the tickling too bad for you? Too sharp? Too fast? You poor, poor thing, you should’ve known that you’d be far too adorable to just stop tickling.” Wednesday smirked down out her, jabbing her nails down into her armpits and circling them about. That proved to be the final nail in Enid Sinclair’s coffin, she convulsed with bleating laughter, those tears in her eyes finally spilling down her burning, bright cheeks. She thought that just a tease from Wednesday would be enough to do her in but this, this was more than she would’ve ever been prepared for.

“OHOHOHOKAY, WAHAHAHAIT, PL-PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!!” Enid begged through her laughter and besides a few mean, quick scratches, Wednesday stopped, a little unsure of herself. She normally just left her torture victims once she was done with them, but how could she just leave Enid? Seeing the girl there, below her panting for breath, her tired, drained body shaking with each deep inhale and exhale sparked something mushy inside of Wednesday. Softly, she brushed Enid’s hair behind her ear, fixing it up as Enid laid there, allowing Wednesday to take care of her.

“Deep breaths, baby, I don’t want you passing out on me.” Enid felt as if she just might if she heard that nickname again. But once she finally had enough air in her that made her think she wasn’t going to drop dead, Wednesday got off of her hips, sitting next to her. Enid sat up, fitted with the brightest, joyous face that Wednesday had seen since she got back to Nevermore. She couldn’t even stop herself from pulling Wednesday into a hug, who froze at the sudden warmth before slowly relaxing into it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Your literally the best, Wednesday, that was just so-fun! I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say, I thought you-thank you for being..okay will that stuff!” Enid squealed in delight, pulling away from the hug. Wednesday’s brow furrowed, did Enid really think she had to hide something like that from her? She took in a deep breath, considering her next words, and actions, carefully. She took Enid’s hands in her own, choosing to stare down at them, not thinking she could handle staring at Enid right now.

“Enid, for the past 30 minutes, I’ve been attempting to properly dissect a rat on my bed. It would be hypocritical of me to ever judge you for any of your interests when you’ve been so tolerant of mine. Don’t feel as if you need to hide things like this from me in the future.” Wednesday commanded, meeting Enid’s gaze, which was laced with sentimentality. Enid nodded, wiping her eyes as her smile became as delicate as glass and as wobbly as a tight rope.

“Of-of course, thanks Wends, really, it means a lot.” Enid choked out, before a small idea came to mind on how to pay Wednesday back for how shockingly sweet she’d been today. Extending a large claw on her index finger, she grinned at Wednesday.

“Need a hand with your dissection?”

Despite the cool, winter temperature, Wednesday oddly felt her cheeks heat up as she considered Enid’s offer, before promptly nodding, if only so she could turn her face away.

“That would be appreciated.”

#stuff like this honestly makes my day #and if you saw me accidentally reblog this on my alt #no you didn’t

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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The day the Blue Eye Samurai fandom can stop hating on Taigen is the day that I can die a happy person

#stop it leave that man alone #blue eye samurai #taigen #taigen deserves better yall #he’s acc hilarious #him akemi ringo and eji are the most unproblematic characters

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Fnaf Tumblr, is Return to the Pit worth buying? I’ve been seeing a ton of mixed reviews as of late.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #return to the pit #into the pit

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Masterpost

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Intro Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737265950613815296/intro-post

Tickle Fics:

Disclaimer: Some of these were written when I was 13/14 so please brace yourself for some shitty writing down below, I promise some of it is alright.

Wednesday:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764793362465374208/dont-leave)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid is acting extra clingy to Wednesday after Summer Break. Wednesday gives her the attention she craves.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/770861667102916608/a-summers-worth-of-tickles)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Wednesday notices that Enid is acting different to normal and gets to the bottom of her suspicious behaviour, only to use it against her.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/704465805969096704/what-about-enid-with-things-assistance-tickles

Lee! Wednesday, with Ler! Enid and Thing.

Summary: Enid and Thing team up to give Wednesday some much needed tickles.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/705189347592388608/tangled-up)

Lee! Enid, with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid gets tangled in some Christmas decorations she’s putting up. Wednesday decides to mess with her while she’s bound.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/729929283194208256/sweater-stuck)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid becomes stuck in her sweater when she tries to take it off, with her arms over her head. Wednesday takes the opportunity to tickle her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730833083628208128/thanks-for-the-compliance-not)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: A little out of character Drabble of Wednesday giving Enid some soft, adoring tickles.

The Amazing Digital Circus:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763405324891881472/caines-extravagant-obscure-and-explore)

Summary: Caine forces the circus go-ers into a game of Hide and Seek Obscure and Explore, though the hiders face ticklish consequences once found out.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/738253045613412352/its-not-like-i-dont-like-it)

Summary: After being forced to be with Ragatha for an adventure, Jax discovers a new way of tormenting her.

Scream:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737901266924109824/the-best-kind-of-arguments)

Lee! Y/N, Ler! Tara.

Summary: After an argument, Tara uses your favourite method of cheering you up.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/733076009679814656/get-off-the-couch)

Switch! Tara, Switch! Sam.

Summary: In an attempt to get her sister to move, Tara tickles Sam and quickly learns the consequences.

The Owl House:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/713518258949636096/thunderstorms)

Lee! Collector, with Ler! Eda.

Summary: After being spooked by both nightmares and thunder, the Collector runs out to Eda, who gives him a nice distraction.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730276545212661760/healing-tickles)

Lee! Emira, with Ler! Viney.

Summary: Emira doesn’t listen to Viney about how to safely ride Puddles. When Viney tries to heal her, she leans that her girlfriend is a lot more sensitive than expected.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730651342056603648/flyer-derby)

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Emerald Entrails.

Summary: Hunter decides to play against the rest of his team in a game of Flyer Derby, with ticklish consequences if he’s caught.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/772141798453903360/the-only-time-i-ever-see-him

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Willow.

Summary: Hunter wonders around the Noceda house in the night, plagued by hallucinations. Willow finds him and offers a way to cheer him up.

She-Ra and The Princesses Of Power:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765756049708941312/everyone-wears-a-costume)

Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: With all other interrogation methods failing, Glimmer decides to use something different on Double Trouble.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765678350355333120/fright-zone-log-day-15)

Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta.

Summary: Entrapta wishes to run a test on the ticklishness of different species in Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Little Witch Academia:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763109246954094592/tickle-moods)

Lee! Diana, with Ler! Amanda.

Summary: Diana tries to get Amanda to go to close when she’s in a ler mood. Amanda proceeds to wreck her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765899554129330176/tickle-moods-v20)

Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana.

Summary: Diana hears that Amanda is in one of her moods again and goes to sort her out, only to discover it is a much different mood to the last time.

Hellverse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763519147211702273/a-jester-and-a-succubus)

Lee! Fizz with Ler! Verosika.

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves Verosika’s outfit soaked. She takes revenge on the perpetrator.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763868732458172416/well-take-care-of-you)

Lee! Vox with Ler! Val and Ler! Vel.

Summary: After Vox gets injured from fighting with Zestial, Velvette and Valentino take care of him, with some shenanigans.

Spider-Verse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764502860899696640/annoying-machines)

Lee! Margo with Ler! Lyla and Ler! Go-Home Machine.

Summary: Lyla employs Margo to deal with an error with the Go-Home-Machine. Margo tests it on herself with expectedly poor results.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730549805792755712/british-people-are-liars)

Lee! Hobie with Ler! Gwen.

Summary: Gwen tickles Hobie to get him to admit to lying.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763605362425397248/how-to-make-purple)

Lee! Kyoko and Ler! Sayaka.

Summary: Sayaka is very much ready to go to bed but Kyoko is being stubborn about it. Luckily Sayaka has a way to go about convincing her.

Adventure Time/Fionna & Cake:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765135868053815296/tickletober-day-12-mischief)

Lee! Simon with Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s down in the dumps in the Winter Kingdom but his new friend thinks up a way to cheer him up.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764262534462242816/my-cool-gay-roommate)

Lee! Wallace with Ler! Scott.

Summary: While Scott attempts to wake up Wallace, he discovers some interesting information about his roommate.

Murder Drones:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763305664827342848/intimate-procedures)

Lee! Lizzy with Ler! Doll.

Summary: Lizzy gets Doll’s help with polishing her body, but she proves to be a little sensitive for it.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763202322587336704/the-weakness-of-being-known)

Lee! Saiki with Lers! Toristuka, Aiura and Akechi.

Summary: Toristuka tries to uncover the weaknesses of the Psykids. Akechi accidentally lets Saiki’s loose.

Gravity Falls:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730182338053636096/when-stars-meet-in-the-northwest)

Lee! Pacifica, Ler Mabel!

Summary: Mabel discovers that her girlfriend is ticklish and the rest goes as expected.

Steven Universe:

(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763709476491689984/new-sensations)

Switch! Perdiot with Switch! Lapis.

Summary: Perdiot and Lapis discover tickling and decide to test out the sensation on each other.

OC Tickles:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/766255424173408256/brothers-am-i-right)

Lee! Osmo, Ler! Cosmo.

Summary: While Osmo looks for her brother, her brother finds her first. Cosmo then proceeds to mess with her.

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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Lees in crop tops >>>>

#that’s the whole post #sfw tickle community #lee mood #ler mood #thinking about someone

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lopsicle · 4 months ago

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••A Summer’s Worth of Tickles••

Summary: After a long Summer break without Wednesday, Enid returns to Nevermore and appears to be more needy to her roommate. Wednesday finds out way after finding a story on Enid’s phone.

Word Count: 4603.

Warning: SFW Tickle Fic, a whole lot of Yuri bitches be gay,

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Enid easily deciphered Wednesday’s emotions morse code, resigning herself to a silent victory. Wednesday missed her too, and that’s all that mattered.

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“…she felt her nails dig into her hips, clawing against her skin like she was looking for treasure. A distinct gasp was forced from her, followed by some mix of whiny, high pitched laughter.

“Aww, what’s the matter, little lee? You were the one begging for this a moment ago and now you can’t take it? Sorry, baby, but I’m having too much fun and your gonna get it!”

“Being a brat isn’t gonna get you anywhere, hun. We both know how much you just loooove getting tickled, so sit still, no need to get all squirmy~!”

Oh. This could really be something fun.

••••

“Wh-what are you doing?” Enid heaved, gazing down brightly at Wednesday’s predatory hands, her own fingers kneading away at her duvet like a cat.

“Three,” Wednesday began and Enid took in a deep breath, nerves eating away at her skin.

“Oh-ohohoh God-!” Enid giggled out in anticipation, recoiling her hands back sharply to cover her mouth. Wednesday turned back, trying to fix the softness in her eyes.

“Need a hand with your dissection?”

Despite the cool, winter temperature, Wednesday oddly felt her cheeks heat up as she considered Enid’s offer, before promptly nodding, if only so she could turn her face away.

“That would be appreciated.”

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #wednesday tickle #lee enid #ler wednesday #ticklish enid #squealing santa 2024 #wenclair tickle

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