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We won

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“too bad she has no one left to test it out” PY.

ahahaha did you hear that guys?? it must’ve been the wind

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HEYYY PY!! stopping by your ask box to ask how you’re doing! :D

LYNNNNNNNNNN HELLO HELLOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I’m doing gooood :DD sorry I haven’t been keeping up but I’ve been lurking on your blog!! How are youuuuuuuuu what have you been up to?

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HI PY!!! it’s been forever but i still lurk around these parts of tumblr, i might be trapped here forever /silly. i did not know mizi was canonically ticklish this is one of my favourite bits of information now 😭🩷🩷

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BOW ANON!!!!!!! THE GREAT RETURN!!!!!!! So happy you popped in to say hiiiii!!!!! 💝💝 PRIIWHSJ YESSSSSS ticklish mizi is sosososo cute thank you for feeding us vivimeng

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YOU’RE SUPER CUTEEEEEE /p THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!!!!!

welcome anyone who wants to join!!

@evyclair @keslerberiies @tklpilled @thatonetickleblog @tea-twords

PICREW TAG GAME!!!

use this picrew maker, and tag your moots!

Me!! It looks quite close to me in irl :3

no pressure tags!:

@whatonearthisgoingon @mrecury42 @mochamoony @yes-ofc-i-bite @acelovesremuslupin @notthesodaa @theheightsarewuthering

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DAMSELETTE WILL BE MINE

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i think it's a crime i havent seen anyone talk about canon ticklish mizi and sua

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Hey girlie! I rlly rlly don't want to sound pushy😔.. But will the saiki requests be completed soon? ITS OKAY IF YOU'VE CHANGED UR MIND ‼️ i am NOT trying to pressure you I SWEAR🙏🏼

HELLO I’M GENUINELY SO SORRY I’ve been so bad with writing recently, but the saiki requests will definitely come out!!!! They’re at the top of my priority list (bc so many ppl asked about them and I still get attention on those posts lolol). I honestly really appreciate the reminder, please rest assured I will finish them!!!

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT <333 BEAUTIFUL MUSICAL OCEAN CREATURE WOMAN

hysilens literally basically is my genshin sona like she “plays” a water violin with her sword she was made for me

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hysilens literally basically is my genshin sona like she “plays” a water violin with her sword she was made for me

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Is this how you play?

I can't remember the last time I wrote a pjsk fic. Anyways this is for my super hot and attractive partner @azureyemberzz 💖

I finally wrote n25 KaiMeiLuka

Enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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N25 Luka x Kaito x Meiko (interpret as you wish)

+ Mafuyu cameo

Lee: Kaito

Lers: Luka, Meiko

Warnings: Tickles! Light bondage!

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“Luka, are you sure that this is correct?” Kaito furrowed his brows, scrutinizing the red string that now binded his hands together. This was supposed to be an attempt at cat’s cradle, but he was starting to have his doubts.

“Of course, I did it exactly as Mizuki taught me. Don’t you trust me?~” Luka gave an innocent smile, though anyone could tell it was anything but.

“No” he replied flatly without missing a beat, his face starting to twist in irritation.

“Are you sure? You did agree to play with me, after all”

“Only because you wouldn’t stop pestering me. Now, let me go”

“Oh, alright…” Luka let out a dejected sigh, scooting closer to untie his hands. Only to take a detour and land a surprise squeeze on the vulnerable side.

“Hngh-!” A choked squawk resounded in the empty sekai. Kaito’s body went as stiff as a board, eyes wide in a rare moment of vulnerability

“What was that?”

He could practically hear the shit-eating grin in Luka’s voice. Truly, there’s no point in deflecting, but he still did so. Feeling too caught off guard to try to think of a proper way out of this. “Nothing, just let me go”

“Didn’t sound like nothing. Are you lying to me, Kaito?” Her nails started to crawl up and down his sides, like tiny spiders, causing his skin to jump and jolt with each touch. “That’s not very nice of you~” she cooed teasingly, not missing the faint hint of color that started creeping up the male vocaloid’s neck.

Kaito snapped his mouth shut into a thin line, hating how such a simple touch was able to produce such horrible noises out of him. He tried with all his might to remain quiet, but knowing Luka, she wouldn’t relent until she broke him.

“C’mon, I know you want to laugh” the pink vocaloid almost sounded like a whiny child. Kaito would’ve scoffed if he wasn’t on the verge of laughing. And to make matters worse…

“Oh? Hey, Meiko! Come help me out!~” Luka called out to the brunette vocaloid that had been spectating the scene, as she usually did.

“I don’t want to get involved”

“If you don’t join, I’ll just tickle you too~ So, what do you say?”

Meiko sighed, neither option sounded appealing, but being at the receiving end of Luka’s teasing felt worse. “Sorry, Kaito”.

Kaito felt something escape him, maybe his nonexistent soul, as Meiko sat behind him. The feeling of playful hands scribbling at his sides, and hesitant fingers poking and prodding at the back of his ribs made it near impossible to hold back. “Pff- Eheh.. Mph!”.

Luka’s face lit up like a christmas tree at the first sounds of what resembled laughter, even if it was all muffled and strained. “Aww, I didn’t know you could sound so cute!~ Isn’t he so cute, Meiko?”

The vocaloid in question merely shrugged, shoving her fingers under the blue vocaloid’s armpits to avert the attention away from her. That’s when the damn fully broke.

“WahAIT! No! StOHop!” pale, cool cheeks were instantly enveloped in warmth. Those blue eyes that usually held irritation were squeezed shut, and a rare smile had blossomed on normally stoic lips. To think that this ball of grump could behave so cutely…

“What are you guys doing…?” Mafuyu’s monotone voice broke everyone out of the moment. Luka quickly got up to greet the purple haired girl, while Meiko retracted back to the sidelines. Leaving poor Kaito all disheveled and out of breath. You would’ve thought he had ran a marathon, being so bent out of shape over some mere tickling. How embarrassing…

“I was simply playing cat’s cradle with Kaito” Luka motioned over to the glaring Kaito, though he just looked like an angry kitten still all flushed.

Mafuyu decided not to comment or question whatever it was they were doing, though the others didn’t miss the small smile that had formed on her face.

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I’m playing the yuri otome game I win I win

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#augtickletober2025 is here!

October's on it's way and it's time to start prepping those fanfics and artwork!

As always – this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don’t burn out trying to do it all!!

I've continued with the daily and weekly formats for prompt lists this year. The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Both Week 1 and Week 5 are not full weeks based on how the calendar was set, but the rest constitute a full 7 days.

Whether you choose to use one of these lists or both, mix-and-match with another list, use another list entirely, or forgo all lists and make up your own ideas -- it's all up to you!!

As always, I’ll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2025!

Happy Creating, everyone! And good luck!

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Why am I rapidly reliving all of my fixations from my 2020 era. Speedrunning younger me brainrot in chronological order.

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Ticklish Fish

sorry this is so short, i dont think he xuan would be ticklish so i struggled a bit hehe

(@tklpilled)

Bothersome. Annoying. Irritating.

There were many words He Xuan could used to describe the Wind Master.

“How come you never smile? You're going to get wrinkles with that face you always wear.”

Loud. Chatty. Tactile.

“Is that a grey hair I see?! Quick, let me get it for you! No, stop fighting me- Hold still, you wriggly fish!”

He Xuan gasped as Shi Qingxuan’s delicate hands gripped onto his sides in an attempt to get him to hold still. The two of them froze, neither daring to say anything.

A soft blue painted the ghost king’s cheeks, long black hair falling forward in a futile attempt to hide it.

“What was that? I thought you said you weren't ticklish?!” Qingxuan teased, giving an experimental squeeze to the other's sides.

He Xuan flailed, grabbing at pale wrists, “I’m not. You merely caught me off guard- Don't go sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. You could get hurt.”

It was an empty threat, one that the Wind Master had grown used to hearing. In the beginning, it was enough to have him keep distance. Present time was a different story, unfortunately for the Totally Not Ticklish Ghost King.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll hurt me, kill me, drown me- Why don't you go ahead and laugh for me?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Wait-” Wiggling fingers dug into his sides, igniting his nerves and spreading like a wildfire. Years of no physical contact could take quite the toll on your nervous system.

“Get ohohoff me!” To think, Blackwater, Fearsome Ghost King, defeated by a few wiggling fingers was hilarious.

“Aww, listen to your laugh! See, I told you that you would look better with a smile- No, no, don't furrow your eyebrows, you’re going to cause wrinkles.”

The unbearable sensation travelled downwards as those pretty, soft, ruthless hands began to release disgustingly ticklish squeezes on his hips.

He Xuan’s knees buckled, sending him sinking onto the soft sand. Deep, smooth laughter echoed across the water. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes. Never before had he felt something as horrible as this.

“Eno- e-ehehehe, stop already!” The words were barely able to escape through the continuous laughter. It wasn't until said laughter turned into gurgling noises, as if someone was drowning, that Shi Qingxuan relented.

“My, my, what an absolute mess you are.” Kneeling down next to the ghost king, his eyes shone with admiration, some would even say love. Gentle fingers raked through long black strands of hair.

Soothing. Caring. Gentle.

Perhaps the Wind Master wasn't all that bad, at times. Almost one thing was for certain though.

“It's best if you start running now.”

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Not Quite Embrace

ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ

[sfw tickle fic!! honkai star rail — lee!castorice, ler!stelle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KESSIE @keslerberiies 💜 !!! The no. 1 stellerice shipper deserves some stellerice!!! I hope you have the most wonderful amazing prosperous serendipitous year!!!!!! Love you bestie westie /p :DDDDDDD!!!!! I have not finished the Amphoreus story so most of the characterization is from you lmao. Hopefully it's not too scuffed.

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 Because of Castorice's killing touch, tickle fights are challenging. To this, Stelle says, "Bet." ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ

Warm and writhing fire, beautiful, delicate snowflakes, mesmerizing stars — these things were impermanent, easily destroyed, devastatingly short-lived. But death – cold and inescapable death – was a constant.

Castorice was so familiar with death — it was her life. She accepted the lonely conclusion and the cold that her hands couldn’t rub away. She didn’t know faces or the heat that pulsed through one’s skin when eyes met eyes or fingers collided. She didn’t know the texture of living, beating flesh against her own; it was a fresh, hot meal on the other side of a locked window.

Her touch withered all that breathed, so Castorice settled for felt, faux fur, paper snowflakes, her own arms as the only embrace. She frolicked in flower fields covered in lumps of snow, because at least she hadn’t snuffed out those tiny blossoms. At least the cute little creatures hadn’t run because of her.

Castorice understood the rules for this existence. Things that were warm and pulsing were transient. Things that were beautiful were fragile.

Except Stelle.

Stelle was an oddity. She was warm, hot even, blazing. She was so used to death yet had never experienced it. She’d stared the inescapable in the face and bounced back like a tensile rubber band, hands steady and strong.

In conjunction with her sturdiness, she was beautiful, in the way a mountain or the ocean or the galaxy was beautiful. And she was inventive, assured, creating solutions to get around Castorice’s incapacity to touch, even if she didn’t need to worry about that. Her jacket thrown around Castorice’s shoulders, encircling her in her scent, could nearly be called an embrace. A cup of hot cocoa on a winter’s night thawed her from the inside out.

The present moment brought Castorice out of the darkness of her mind that sunny day.

Stelle slapped away another mosquito on her arm, grunting with irritation. “Ugh! If one more skeeter bites me, I’m going to burn down its house.” She leaned back into the grass with a sigh. Her curious gaze turned to Castorice, so intensely warm it gave her shivers. “You’re not bothered by them at all.”

Castorice laughed from her perch atop the rock, arms coming to wrap around her knees. “Smaller creatures like that usually die before they can even reach me.”

Stelle jumped upright. “Riiiiight, I’m not supposed to be able to touch you,” she said, leaning back against Castorice’s lap.

Castorice giggled as Stelle nuzzled her forehead against her leg. “No. You’re quite the special one.” Her mouth lifted into a sad smile. “But you shouldn’t get used to it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you won’t be immune to my curse forever.” Castorice sighed, eyelids drooping. “And then, we won’t be able to do… this.”

In this case, it was “death” that was impermanent, but the warm sentiments were yet just as fleeting. Although she of course wished the Trailblazer to be alive and healthy, she knew she would no longer feel that unique, almost supernatural warmth. The cold grip around her heart told Castorice that she would miss this.

Stelle perked up as if attuned to Castorice’s sadness, sulfur eyes glimmering with a certain intent. She braced herself on either side of Castorice’s legs then climbed up the stone on her hands and knees. In the manner of an overexcitable pet chimera, Stelle crawled forward until Castorice was forced to fully recline.

She blinked, bewildered and flustered at the sudden closeness. “Stelle…?”

“Cas…” Stelle kneeled on either side of Castorice, careful not to make contact. As her hands curled into claws, Castorice felt her stomach drop. “I’m gonna getchu~!”

Inches from her sides, Stelle ran her hands up and down her torso without touching. Somehow, even the telegraphed tickling left Castorice high-strung and ready to flinch away or squeal. Laughter teetered at the tip of her tongue.

“Whuhuhahat are you dohohoing?” Castorice’s hands pressed against her cheeks to hide her jittery smile. Warm. “Do- Dohohon’t!” She wanted to, but she couldn’t look away from Stelle’s skittering hands. She shrieked as they swooped down to almost grab her sides, and heat flooded her skin at her own reaction.

Laughing theatrically, Stelle explained, “Just pretend I am affected by your curse! Pretty clever, yeah?” She mimed circling Castorice’s shoulders, and it was somehow effective in sending her into a frenzy. “Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Castorice shook her head. “Thahahat—” She swallowed. “That’s not how it wohorks!”

Humming, Stelle countered, “Looks like it’s working just fine to me.” Castorice choked. It was truly impressive how much heat Stelle was able to elicit without physical contact.

Castorice giggled nervously, eyes squeezed shut and hands pressed over her ears, embracing the darkness. If she couldn’t hear or see anything, she couldn’t feel anything. Castorice was sure of this, but as Stelle said, rules were meant to be broken.

Breath gusting over the skin of her neck drew a squeal from her. Castorice’s eyes popped open to gray hair invading her vision. Castorice’s hands gripped the stone, resisting the urge to push Stelle’s head away.

In reality, there was no need for abstinence, seeing as Stelle was currently already dead. Mayhaps Castorice had been too absorbed in this scenario.

Chuckling, Stelle leaned back just enough to catch Castorice’s gaze. “Eyes on me, Cas!” She breathed over Castorice’s pointy ears evilly.

“S-SteHEHElle! This ihihihis dahahahangerous!” Castorice exclaimed between desperate shakes of her head.

“Whaaaat?” Stelle replied with a wicked grin. “But I’m not touching you~.”

Castorice shuddered. Though she wasn’t held down by anything, she couldn’t escape. If she turned her head to one side, she only pushed herself in Stelle’s direction. If she turned the other way, she left her neck and ears unprotected. She felt trapped, or rather, enraptured.

Butterflies. There were butterflies in her stomach, but ones with the pattern of giddiness, love, and life on their wings instead of death and empty eyes. It was a pattern she had almost forgotten.

Stelle… had reminded her.

She could have afforded to bask in the sentimental moment if not for the fluffy feeling running down her chin. Her tittering rose in pitch while she slapped at her face as though trying to catch a mosquito.

Finally, she caught the fluffy object between her fingers and forced her eyes open. She sputtered, seeing the pink quill Stelle used to call forth her memosprite.

“Stehehelle!”

“Hey, I’m not touching you,” Stelle snickered, looking far too smug. She fluttered the feather across Castorice’s ears, swirled it around the nape of her neck, and ran it up and down her forearms. Castorice snorted and giggled and flailed, until her instincts won and she pushed at Stelle’s shoulders.

At the contact, Stelle seemed to remember their roleplay. “Bleh, I’m dead.” She swayed, pretending to swoon while still reaching to scribble the quill where she could.

The daughter of Styx laughed half at Stelle’s antics and half at the tingling feeling. “Plehehease spahare mehe!” Castorice pleaded. Stelle rolled off with a drawled “fiiiiine,” allowing her to breathe.

Pressing her back to the stone with relief, Castorice blinked up at Stelle, eyes adjusting to the sunlight that silhouetted her. She was radiant, like a star that Castorice could fit in her hands, and she had to turn away to not be blinded by that halo.

“You’re ahabusing your privileges,” she accused.

Stelle let out a dramatic offended gasp. “I am not!” Her face slipped into a smirk, hands raised with nerve-inducing intent. “This is abusing my privileges.”

Before wiggling fingers could make contact with her sides, Castorice snatched Stelle’s wrists and pushed them behind her head. Her amber eyes widened as pale lips wobbled into an upward turn. Amusement rippled through Castorice’s chest.

Castorice smiled, deceptively sweet. “Thank you, Stelle, but may I take over the narration? You can be the actor this time.” The girl containing a stellaron squirmed desperately away from Castorice’s fingers. “This is the kind of role that everyone should participate in, no?”

“Wahahait wait wait! Cahahas, I’m sorryeehee! Nooooo—!”

Castorice descended nails first, but this time, she wasn’t afraid of skin colliding.

Warmth enveloped Castorice’s heart as Stelle shrieked and ferreted around under her withering touch. Evoking such vitality and redness in Stelle’s cheeks, Castorice’s hands almost appeared to bring life instead of death. One day, she truly would learn to give new life to that which had wilted.

Then the laughter would be more than just a memory, and Castorice could say a “we’ll meet again” instead of “goodbye.”

ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ

Castorice and her sister instincts make a cameo <3 Stelle does the whole "But I'm not touching you~" thing to make Cassie feel more included in tkl fights. It spreads around quickly (especially thanks to Cipher and Hyacine)

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Anhane Sleepy Tickles

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: An Shiraishi

Ler: Kohane Azusawa

Romantic An x Kohane <33

Word Ct: 1.7k

Warnings: Tickles, Overthinking/Anxious thoughts

This one is straight up projection, folks. Anhane Hurt/Comfort tickles, nothing more to it. Ticklish back An supremacy. Also soft ler Kohane has my whole heart.

WOW This bad boy is old. This, ladies and gents, is THE first tickle fic I ever started on in October of 2022. Found it while clearing my docs out, finished the last couple hundred words I was missing in the middle, combed through and then sent this bad boy out into the world. That is also the original title and description I had on this. If it aint broke, yk? This is more of a museum exhibit than a piece of fanfiction. It's a little clunky but seems a waste not to post it. Bon appetite.

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An tossed and turned in bed, her girlfriend long-since asleep next to her in preparation for their performance the next day. Try as she might, An couldn’t force herself to join Kohane in her peaceful slumber. Her mind had been alight all night at the thought of their show. Despite the fact that the two of them had been practicing constantly for weeks and had their moves and vocals down to a tee, An couldn’t help but mentally rerun everything over and over and over to  make absolutely certain she would be perfect. She had to be perfect, she couldn’t let Kohane down. 

You realize that an exhaustion can cause a performance to suffer too, right? Came the cruel, unyielding voice in her head. Ironically, it was the same one keeping her awake in the first place. Objectively, she understood that that way of thinking was getting her nowhere, especially right now. She had to sleep but she couldn’t and that only made the voice louder and then the voice got louder and made it harder to sleep, restarting the cycle all over again. 

She tried to focus on other things, like the warmth of the covers or her girlfriend’s gentle, steady breathing, but to no avail. She was stuck like this for however long it took for the voice to quiet down. Unfortunately, An was no stranger to those thoughts. She had struggled with this sort of late night perfectionism for about as long as she had been performing and had yet to find an effective solution other than waiting until she was tired enough for sleep to take her on its own.

Tonight, however, was especially bad. An couldn’t recall when it had ever taken her this long to fall asleep and was beginning to feel frustrated and helpless. For what had to have been about the two-hundredth time that night, An flopped onto her other side and adjusted the blankets with a particularly loud sigh. But for the first time that night, her movements were met in response with the faint rustle of sheets next to her. 

An froze in place. She couldn’t do anything but be still and hope her girlfriend was still  unaware and tired enough to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to disturb her over something so childish.

Her hopes were quickly destroyed. 

“An? Are you still awake?” Came a soft, sleepy whisper from the darkness beside her.

“Yeah. I couldn't sleep,” An turned towards her and sheepishly whispered in response, “Sorry for waking you up, I know you're a light sleeper.” 

“Hey, it's okay, I'm not upset. Do you maybe want a hug?” Kohane offered hesitantly, not entirely sure what was wrong or what her girlfriend needed from her. 

One beat passed. Then another. Kohane was just beginning to worry she said something wrong when she suddenly had a very sleepy An in her arms, burying her face into her shoulder and squeezing her tight. 

“Oh, hehe. You wanted this, huh?” Kohane let out surprised giggles, still slightly nervous. She slowly wrapped her arms around her partner and gently held her to her body. A muffled hum, which Konhane assumed was meant to be affirmative, was all she got in reply. “Why are you still up? Is something wrong?” 

“It’s nothing big, love. You can go back to sleep if you want.” An’s voice was exhausted and quiet, something Kohane rarely saw from her. It worried her.

“You can talk to me about anything, big or small you know? I want to help.” Even though the lights were off, there was an audible frown in the blonde’s tone. 

She always had a harder time keeping it together at night. And maybe she did want the comfort, okay? It might upset Kohane more if she refused. An sighed in resignation “If you’re sure,” She felt her girlfriend give a slight nod before she began solemnly, “I guess I’m just a little anxious about tomorrow… well I guess today depending on what time it is. She added with a breathy, humorless laugh. “What if I mess something up?”

An felt herself being pulled tighter to her girlfriend. She adored how secure Kohane made her feel.

“Hey, honey,'' came the especially sweet voice Kohane reserved for quiet, vulnerable moments like this. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. We’ve worked so hard on this, you of all people should have no problems. You’re amazing and I can’t wait to see you shining as bright as always on that stage. I’m so lucky to be able to call you my partner. You’re going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright. I’m here.” She punctuated her sentence with a kiss to An’s forehead. 

“I.. thank you… I love you.” An faintly mumbled. 

“Hehe, I love you too. Are you feeling any better?” 

“Yeah, I am..” An sounded sincere but it was obvious to her partner that she was leaving something out. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you right now?” Kohane offered, a subtle attempt to get An to reveal what was still bothering her. 

“Well ther-” An cut herself off, her face turning slightly pink at the idea of her first thought. If even the idea of asking to be turned into a giggly mess made her blush that bad, she couldn’t imagine how bad it would be to actually say the words out loud. “Well.. maybe… Nope, nevermind. You’ve done more than enough” She kissed the particular part of Kohane’s shoulder she currently rested on. 

“Hey, no. What’s on your mind?” It was unlike An to be so secretive. When it came to Kohane, she was usually an open book. “I want to make you comfortable right now.”

“It’s just a little embarrassing is all. You don’t have to if you don’t want to and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to. The cuddling is nice and the words are nice and you’re being nice and it’s rea-” 

“Sweetheart, you’re rambling a little. It’s okay to ask. The worst that I’ll do is say no and then we can keep cuddling. You don’t have to be so embarrassed.” Kohane murmured into An’s ear. 

“Okay then. I, um, could you please, uh maybe ticklemeplease?” An barely managed to stammer into Kohane’s ear. “I know it’s usually the other way around but I’m just... in a mood, I think.”

Kohane all but squealed at the sweet request. “Awwww! Is that all it was? Of course I will! I’m not exactly sure how to do this, though. Is there anything specific you want?.” 

An’s face was more red than it had ever been in her life. So red, in fact, that when she tried to hide it in Kohane’s shoulder, her partner could feel its warmth. “Uh- um- co- could you- gentle on my back please?” 

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Kohane asked, giving her girlfriend’s hair another quick peck. The moment she got a flushed nod of agreement, Kohane gently slipped her fingers under An’s shirt to reach her warm back, taking a moment to appreciate the soft gasp and slight giggles already spilling from her partner. 

She delicately traced her nails up and down An’s spine, trying hard not to overwhelm the tired girl. 

“Ehehehe, you don’t have to behe that gentle, I can take it.” An said, digging her head further into Kohane’s shoulder. 

Grateful for the guidance, Kohane sped up a little and turned her tracing into light scribbling. She was delighted to hear higher pitched and slightly more frantic giggles in response. “Awww, listen to that. You really like this don’t you?” She cooed.

An knew she wasn’t trying to tease and that made the comment a million times more flustering to her. She was immensely glad that her partner couldn’t see her bright red face. “Ahehe, nohoho,” She whined as Kohane moved her still scribbling hand to circle around all over her back

“No? I thought you wanted this? After all, you were the one to ask for it.” Okay. Maybe that one was purposely teasing. 

“Ahehe, KohaNEHE,” An squealed and gave a sudden jerk as Kohane stumbled across a particularly sensitive part of her upper back, close to her ribs. Both girls were frozen in place, each waiting on the other’s reaction. 

Kohane was the first to break. “That’s a pretty bad spot, isn’t it?” She asked with a smile. 

That was the worst part of Kohane’s tickling. She was always so kind and genuine in everything she did, and when it came to teasing, An constantly found herself wondering if her words were legitimate questions and observations or if they were actually meant to make her stomach squirm and her face red. Either way, both scenarios had the same result: A blushy, giggly girlfriend. 

An wasn’t in the best state for a clever quip back or really any other response than the one she gave. “Mhmhehe mahybehe,” 

“Maybe? What do you mean maybe? It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart.” Kohane teased, zeroing in on the ticklish spot, all ten fingers scribbling away, rewarded handsomely with the precious laughter of her beloved. Despite the purpose being to make An feel better, Kohane found that she was having a lot of fun too. 

She suddenly stopped her hands, and dropped the teasy voice to softly ask the girl in her arms “Is this alright? Are you still having fun?” 

Pure and absolute love for her girlfriend bubbled in An’s heart. 

“Ihihit’s perfehct.” An burrowed further into Kohane, not to hide, but simply to feel even closer to her.

Kohane resumed as she was, continuing to target the spots that made her squeak and giggle. 

They stayed like that for what felt like eternity, before the soft tickling slowly started to dwindle. She slowed gradually, the scribbling becoming soft pokes and the pokes turning into firm rubs on her back until the residual giggles died down. Maybe An could stand to get some rest now.

“It’s getting late, how about we try to sleep n-“ Kohane cut herself off, noticing the visible half of An’s peaceful, still smiling face, at long last asleep on her chest, breathing steadily. 

“Goodnight,” Kohane said with a kiss to An’s forehead. “I love you so much.” And even though she didn’t say it back, Kohane knew from An’s form nestled into her body, her girlfriend felt the exact same about her. 

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