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~ Hair Day ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗 💓˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟼𝟻𝟶

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 🔫🤎

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙷𝚞𝚎𝚢 ⚔️🖤

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗…𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚛𝚎-𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚎𝚢, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎: 🥭 @ziipzeepzop-eez 🍊…𝚝𝚢𝚜𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 😭🤚🏾🧡

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜.

𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚁: 𝙳𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚅-𝙼𝙰, 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝟷𝟻+. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐‼️‼️‼️

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝟹 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚂𝟺 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚊 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚎 🙂‍↕️🕯️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Huey was in the kitchen, resting his cheek on his palm as he drummed his fingers on the countertop in a completely restless rhythm. The boy’s eyes darted upstairs every few seconds, his finger drumming becoming even faster as he was met with nothing but absolute silence.

Which, if you knew the Freemans at all…or if you were in close proximity to them…you would know that ‘silence’ wasn’t a word in their vocabulary.

Especially on a Sunday.

You see, the katana wielding child here had been waiting around for one hour, fifteen minutes and about twelve seconds (he’s been counting) for his little punk brother to finish detangling his hair.

And Huey, being the nice older brother that he was, offered to do the little runt’s hair this weekend…

…Which, now that he thought about it, that decision was a huge mistake due to the fact that he was quite literally waiting a whole century for his brother to come downstairs.

But despite it all, the militant ten year old philosopher really did care about his baby brother; and he knows better than anyone that Riley really needed to re-twist his hair today (‘really’ said with much emphasis).

The ten year old just sighed solemnly, taking out his phone out of his khaki pants as he pulled out his brother's contact, starting to text him:

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

Riley, are you almost done? You’ve been in the bathroom for about an hour now

The small sized revolutionary was about to put his phone down, but as soon as he did, his phone buzzed with a notification.

Riles ⚠️‼️

it takes more than an HOUR to detangle cornrows if you werent aware. It could go faster if SOMEONE woulda helped me w/ them but ohhh well 🫥🫥🫥😒😒😒🙄

Huey scoffed at the text but typed back almost immediately.

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

I helped you do the middle and back yesterday??? That shit was traumatizing…

Riles ⚠️‼️

Oh n—— plz. Ur being dramatic……..

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

YOUR HAIR HIT ME; EMPHASIS ON H I T

Riles ⚠️‼️

You were in its way. B better next time.

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

Riley istg if you don’t hurry up I’m going to just cut off that jungle I am forced to call your hair.

Riles ⚠️‼️

Ur jus mad cuz I have more 🙄🙄🙄🫢😒😒

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

We have around the same damn hair length???

Riles ⚠️‼️

And yet I STILL manage to have more 🤪🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

…That makes no sense 😐😑😐

Riles ⚠️‼️

…You make no sense 😐😑😐

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

You know what? I’m just going to cut all of your hair off and you can walk around looking like Little Bill for the rest of your life if you don’t hurry the hell up in there.

Riles ⚠️‼️

‘Don’t make me bring out the big guns’ ahh 🥱🥱🥱

Riles ⚠️‼️

Yk thats what some slave masters did right Huey? They’d cut off their slaves’ hair cuz they knew how much it meant to them…would you really do that to me……? Would you really stoop so low to be just like them and cut off your own BROTHERS GIGACHAD NATURAL HAIR 🙁😕😕🙁😟😟………..?

Riles ⚠️‼️

I thought I knew you…

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

I did know that. And don’t call them slaves; they were Enslaved Africans.

Riles ⚠️‼️

What’s the difference???

Huey inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to throw his phone across all of Woodcrest.

✊🏾Samurai⚔️ Black😡

Just get over here please.

Riles ⚠��‼️

Yes massah 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

“Damn.” The older Freeman brother stated blatantly, the curse spilling out of his mouth before he could even think about saying it as he caught a glimpse of his brother’s hair as he walked downstairs. He looked at his younger brother up and down, coming to terms with how utterly…homeless he looked with his hair out and frazzled up.

The afro wielding activist let on a small snort, burying his mouth in his enclosed fist while pursing his lips together to hold back an amused huff at his sibling’s appearance because…wow.

Just…simply and utterly…

…Wow.

To say that he was purely astonished by how much Riley’s hair had grown since he last did his hair was an understatement.

Bewildered…Incredulous…Dumbfounded…or even Flabbergasted would be a couple of better synonyms to describe his current feelings rather than just simply being ‘astonished.’

Huey couldn’t help but slightly recoil into himself, narrowing his eyes to see nothing but just dirt and dirt on top and inside his brother’s hair.

Damn, did this dumbass not wear a durag at all this past month???

The ten year old collected himself, reverting back to a somewhat neutral expression as he crossed his arms in amusement as his younger brother entered the living room, “…Jesus Christ.” The taller one finally said, “Okay, Mt. Everest; love the frosted tips look you have going on.” Huey exclaimed as he took in his little brother’s look one more time…

…‘Cuz it definitely was one.

Not a good one…but a look nonetheless.

Riley rolled his eyes at his brother’s remark, “Don’t piss me off.” He simply said whilst glaring at the other, “I literally just washed my hair.”

“It doesn’t look like it…” The pint sized activist mumbled under his breath snarkily, going to the kitchen counter and assorting the different shampoos and conditioners he would need to be using on his younger brother’s hair since he knew damn well Riley did not wash that frolicking field of nonsense that was sadly and surprisingly his hair.

The katana-wielding child pulled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows, grabbing a teasing comb as he sat on the couch, putting a bottle of detangler spray right next to him…

…’Cuz God knows Riley will need it.

“Did you comb through it?” The taller Freeman asked.

As soon as he felt eyes on him, Riley squinted at his older brother as if the taller one was showing him the most complicated math problem in history, looking up from picking at his nails, “Huh?”

“Huh?” Huey quickly mocked without a beat passing.

“I didn’t hear what you said!!!” The cornrowless kid exclaimed loudly, crossing his arms in complete and utter defiance.

“Sucks to be deaf, now doesn’t it?” The older huffed, barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes for the millionth time today.

After all, his Granddad did say that if he kept rolling them, they’d eventually get stuck like that.

Did he believe his legal guardian? Hell no.

But it got annoying showing his, well, annoyance by just simply rolling his eyes everyday. When it came to his little brother, though, he couldn’t help but make sure his eyes did a full 360 anytime he was around, potentially sighing and/or crossing his arms to enhance the effect.

“Come on, Riley…I don’t have all day.” The elder eventually exhaled, resting the back of his head on the couch, again, to enhance the effect.

“You ain’t got nothin better to do.” The shorter preteen snickered, “What? You gonna practice protesting when good ‘ol Trumpy boy puts us back in the fields?” The hood enthusiast said, his snicker turning more into a small cackle as the joke lingered in the silence.

Huey was quick to get up, pulling the other by the ear as he quite literally dragged him, putting the smaller one in between his legs and ignoring the small but squeaky ‘that’s gay’ comments.

“Yeesh…you didn’t have to drag me like a sack of potatoes, man. Y’know, Huey P Newton wouldn’t be too happy if he saw you treating another black individual like property, Hueford.” The ‘don’t snitch’ discipliner huffed.

The coffee-bean brown eyed boy simply sprayed his sibling’s hair with the detangler spray, ignoring his yelp of surprise as he mentally prepared for combing his hair, “And I’m not above hitting you.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I apologize for my outburst.” Riley commented, mustering up his best Uncle Ruckus impersonation which caused his older brother to let out a small snort of amusement.

But if you were to ask the militant ten year old philosopher…he would've just excused it as a cough.

As Huey worked diligently parting his younger brother’s hair; combing it out before putting the completely combed out sections together in a rubber band…he couldn’t help but notice a particularly…dandruff ridden segment of Riley’s hair and scalp.

Thinking sort-of-nothing of it, the older sprayed the detangler on that portion and tried to comb through it but was just met with a complete snowstorm of dandruff.

The pint-sized revolutionary wrinkled his nose in disgust, watching his younger brother dust off some of the dandruff that landed on his shoulder like it was a completely everyday occurrence.

Sensing his big brother’s growing discomfort, the shorter pat the other’s knee in reassurance, “Before your gay ass says anything..it’s product.”

Well, ‘reassurance’ in a Riley type of way if that wasn’t clear.

Speaking of, the little troublemaker’s small hands might as well have been fire with how his elder brother immediately dusted his knee after getting touched by him. “Riley…no the hell it is not.” He exhaled, “I just parted your hair and all I saw was a full ass avalanche. It comes to a point where one passes the line of ‘product’ and instead falls under the adjective known as ‘dirty’.”

“N——, I said it’s product!” The smaller Freeman brother exclaimed in utter agitation, “What part do you not get?!”

“The part where you said you quote on quote ‘washed’ your hair but all I see in front of me is dirt and dandruff as clear as day for miles.” Huey deadpanned as he got up from the couch, dusting himself off as he outstretched his hand towards his brother, “Come on.”

The artist squinted his eyes, “Where are we goin’?”

“To wash your hair.” The activist stated simply, sighing as he heard his younger brother let out a large groan louder than an avalanche could ever accomplish.

“I already washed it, though…” The smaller one mumbled, begrudgingly getting up from the couch and holding his older brother’s hand as the two walked to the kitchen sink…where Huey had already placed shampoos and conditioners prior…

…That bitch.

“That’s called washing your hair.” Huey huffed as he dried Riley’s hair with a small towel despite the smaller one’s grumbly protests.

The freshly peeled chestnut eyed preteen rolled his eyes continuously, trying to bat the taller one away but it was literally impossible to do due to the fact the taller one in question had a literal Hulk grip to his head.

The eight year old just let his head bop back and forth as his brother continued to dry his hair, honestly and truly just giving up trying to fight physically…

…But not verbally.

“I did wash it earlier! You just baptised me!” The gangsta in training verbalized.

“You needed both to be honest; a serious hair cleaning and getting baptized.”

“Shut uuuuuup…!” The shorter Freeman brother whined as his elder brother finished drying his hair, folding up the towel and putting it neatly on the kitchen counter.

The two went back to the couch, Riley silently sitting in between his elder brother’s legs as the elder in question started to use the teasing comb to part his hair.

The reddish-brown eyed kid hissed as the other did his hair, trying to get up from the couch but was pulled back almost immediately by his brother.

Riley sighed, deciding to try and pass the time by kicking his legs that weren’t even close to touching the carpet. But he soon then sat criss-crossed, folding his arms as he leaned or shifted away every few seconds, mumbling and grumbling under his breath about how boring and gay this was.

Due to his brother’s consistent movement, Huey let out a long, tired sigh...

…He didn’t get paid enough for this…

…Infact, he wasn’t getting paid at all!

“Stay still.” The activist said somewhat patiently, gently pulling his younger brother back in the middle of his legs again.

And Riley, being…well, the younger brother that he was, huffed dramatically like a whiny toddler, letting out another loud groan as he stared at the carpet like it was the most interesting thing to gaze upon.

The secretly anime-loving radical sucked his teeth at the action, “Pull your head up.” He said as he worked on another cornrow diligently as he put a rubber band in between his teeth, “Look up at the sky or somethin’.”

“There ain’t no sky to look at in the first place; we’re inside!”

“Look at the ceiling then.” The ten year old stated simply, finishing one cornrow out of…

…He didn’t even want to estimate how many he had left to braid…

The freshly peeled chestnut eyed preteen sucked his teeth right back at his older brother’s sassy comment, leaning away from him again—and without missing a beat, Huey reached and poked his side.

The damn audacity of his younger brother’s generation these days…(even if they were both born in the same generation…)

In reaction, the troublemaker with one cornrow squeaked at the surprise poke, “GUHAH?!” He yelped, immediately twisting away, “A-AYE, MAN! WATCH IT!”

“I told you to stay still.” Huey said, a small and rare smirk tugging at his lips, “You move again and next time it’ll be worse.”

The eight year old grumbled something under his breath, causing the older to gently squeeze at his side repeatedly now, not seeming at all phased as the other tried to get away like he was getting electrocuted.

“Sorry, what was that?” The storm in the silence hummed in question.

“Nohohothing!” The smaller one squeaked, trying to push his older brother’s hands far away but to his dismay, his action might as well have been nonexistent.

“No no no…I heard you mumble something smart under your breath; what’d you say?”

“NohoHOTHING!” Riley insisted as he let out a high pitched laugh, retreating to the end of the couch as he curled in on himself as he accidentally knocked the comb Huey was using on his hair out of his hands due to his sudden movement.

Huey blinked once, locking eyes with his little brother before mercilessly attacking the smaller one’s sides again.

The hood enthusiast hugged his middles as he attempted to squirm away, kicking his legs against the couch cushions as he giggled uncontrollably.

“Gehet fucking back here.” The ten year old revolutionary chuckled despite himself as he digged his thumbs into the other’s underarms, raising an amused brow at the loud shriek his brother vocalized which was soon followed by a bunch of loud laughs.

“HUhuhuEHEY noHOH!” Riley’s words were practically, no…most definitely falling upon deaf ears as his big brother continued to tickle him like there was no tomorrow. “‘Huey noooo..’” The other mimicked, causing the younger out of the two to let out a loud snort, hitting the katana-wielding activist in the arm repeatedly as a small blush spread to his face.

“AHAHAH!! S-STAhahaHAP!” Riley desperately squealed, his eyes squeezed completely shut as he twisted and turned as if to turn himself into a human Twizzler, “IHI doHOHON'T f-fUhuhUCKING sohound LIHIhike thahaHAT!” He shouted, trying to sound as intimidating as possible but due to his endless shrieks of laughter…it was hard for his brother to take him seriously.

Huey’s eyebrow quirked up, lightly spidering his fingernails alongside the eight year old’s neck, “Don’t you?”

Riley’s laugh straight from the heart turned into a noise similar to a broken water hose, kicking the air as if it was going to release him from his brother’s torturous grasp, “YOhohOUS suhuHUCH aha BIHIHITCH!!!”

The elder just scoffed at the predictable comment, “There's no way you’re this ticklish…” He commented in utter awe, precisely poking and practically dancing his fingers across the other’s stomach, “I’m barely even touching you.”

The shorter Freeman arched his back almost immediately at the sudden action, clamping his arms down as he dug his heels into the couch cushions, “HUEHEEHEEY!!!”

“Sorry, Ri…I don’t speak Ticklish-ease.” Huey hummed with a slight bit of playfulness in his tone.

“HUHUHUEEHEEY!” The eight year old screeched again, tugging at the older’s wrists.

“I would get a translator…but that’s too much work.”

“SNRT! OHO MY GAHAD!” The artist cried out as his brother pinned his arms above his head, using his free hand to wiggle his fingers threateningly over the other’s stomach. The gangsta in training shook his head, looking to the side, “BROHOH PLUHUHEHEHEASE!!!”

“Wohoah…a 'please?'” Huey’s earthy brown eyes sparkling with surprise, “And a snort? Damn…this must be a pretty bad spot, huh? I haven’t even touched you yet…”

Riley couldn’t help but giggle in anticipation. And he couldn’t help but make a snarky comment at his older brother’s statement, “Pahahause…”

Huey just sighed as he shook his head, not at all surprised by his little brother’s comment as he tickled the shorter boy’s ribs. The hood enthusiast covered his face with his arms, just accepting his fate at this point as he laid practically limp on the couch as he just simply cackled, “SHIT! SHIHIHIT NONOHOH!” The younger Freeman squeaked, “IHIHI hic CAHAHAN’T!”

“Don’t then.” The katana-wielding activist merely shrugged as if his sibling wasn’t basically screaming bloody murder.

“GET AHAHOFF!!!”

“Hm?”

“GET. OHOHOFF!!!”

“From where?”

“MY HIC GOHOD IHI SNRT HAHAHAHATE SNRT YOU!!!”

Huey huffed in amusement, “You wish you did.”

“SNRT STAHAHAP! SNRT SNRT HUE STAHAHAP SNRT IHIHIT!” Riley howled, pushing on Huey’s chest now to attempt to get him off. Huey’s small smirk turned to a subtle but soft smile at his baby brother’s laugh—that bright, unfiltered yet unhinged kind of laugh that came straight from the chest like he didn’t know a single worry.

The older Freeman would never in a million years admit it out loud, but there was something…sacred about his sibling’s laugh but also his sibling himself; something and someone worth protecting. Call him corny, but these kinds of moments reminded Huey no matter how tough the world got, there were still people who embodied the light inside it.

And that light was his baby brother, who was laughing without a care in the world.

“Are you going to let me do your hair now?” The revolutionary simply asked.

“YEHEHES!!!”

The ten year old raised a brow, “You promise?”

“IHIHI PROHOMISE!! IHI SNRT PROHOHOMISE!!!” Riley pleaded, eventually curling in on himself and hugging his middles as his older brother stopped tickling him, giggling tiredly against the couch cushions.

The coffee-bean brown eyed kid huffed in fondness, gently hoisting his brother up back in the middle of his legs. The eight year old squealed, flapping his hand as his other one pushed on Huey’s wrists. Huey rolled his eyes, grabbing his teasing comb as he started on Riley’s hair again.

Huey worked gently, carefully parting the other’s thick curls, smoothing them down with practiced hands as he braided them into cornrows with precision. Every now and then, the older brother would pause to tug a bit softer, murmuring an ‘Almost done’ or ‘Two more to go.’

There was something…quiet yet protective in the way the young activist moved, in how he smoothed away Riley’s stray hairs into place like it mattered; like his little brother deserved to look his very best because he just…was his little brother.

Huey finally then finished Riley’s hair, squeezing the younger one’s shoulder to indicate that he was done.

The shorter kid practically leaped from the couch, going to check himself out in the bathroom mirror as he did multiple poses, looking at his reflection.

Riley wiggled in place, trying to contain his excitement as he kept looking himself in the mirror like he was the most rarest gem to be laid eyes upon, “I look fresh as fuck!” He grinned in satisfaction, “You even made my hairline more straighter than it already was!”

Riley clicked his tongue, winking at himself as he did finger guns to his reflection, “Hey girl…who you is?”

The young philosopher pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling as he leaned on the bathroom doorway as Riley continued to do more absurd poses to emphasize his new look, “You're ridiculous…” He said, his usual biting tone lacking the intensity and instead replaced with an unfamiliar yet familiar gentleness.

“…Hue?” Riley mumbled, ceasing his posing for just a moment as he locked eyes with his brother who was about to walk out to go back to the living room to clean up.

Huey freezed at the doorway at the sound of his name, somewhat tensing up at the rare usage of his nickname but the older quickly collected himself, looking over his shoulder, “Hm?”

“…Thanks, man.” The younger quietly muttered, his bravado mysteriously vanishing as he looked down at his feet, shifting one foot weight to the next.

Huey couldn’t help but smile at the quiet thanks, punching the other lightly in the shoulder to try to unesse his sudden shyness.

“It’s no problem, Ri.” The radical thinker said, “Can’t have my younger brother looking nappy in a day and age like this one.”

“Y’know, it.” Riley giggled, “Maybe next Sunday I can do your hair!”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Huey said, his smile vanishing as fast as it came, his tone leaving no room for argument as he walked back to the living room.

Riley groaned in annoyance, practically sprinting to catch up with the taller as he slipped his arms through his with a quiet kind of ease…like it was the most natural thing in the world. Their arms tangled together, not out of necessity, but out of comfort—a subtle connection that neither needed to explain.

“Wanna watch the Star Wars movies while we clean up?” Huey offered, already starting to put the shampoo bottles in their designated places.

Riley rolled his eyes, “You're such a nerd.” He commented without hesitation, getting the house remote and pulling out the Star Wars CD’s to play on the television.

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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radio-navlee · 2 months ago

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Does anybody like Homestuck anymore?

like I just got into the fandom and shit bc I’m slow like that… and I swear I dont seeee a lot?

It’s been around for so long I feel like there more hiding from me but anyways!!!

I’m taking requests for Homestuck if yall want that, super hyper fixated on that rn.

#tickle #tword community #navytalks #Homestuck tickles #Homestuck tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle community

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radio-navlee · 3 months ago

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IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT BC LAST NIGHT/ 7 HOURSE AGO, I WAS TEXTING MY FRIEND ABOUT STUFF AND WE START TALKING ABOUT OUR INTERNET SECERTS

SO MY FIRST THOUGHT IS “there’s no way I’m telling her about tlking, I physically cannot” AND THEN SHE CONVINCES ME TO TELL HER ABOUT IT!!

SO I DO! I TELL HER EVERYTHING ABOUT IT, ABOUT HOW I READ AND WRITE FANFICTION AND SHE DOESNT CARE!! BUT I CARE!!

LIKE I HAVE TO SEE THEM LATER TODAY AND IDK HOW- UGGHHH!! JUST KILL ME!! I mean she did also tell me stuff abt her, so ig we’re in the same boat….. BUT STILL OMG THIS IS SO BAD!!! AND IDK IF SHE THINKS I LIKE IT IN A KINY NSFW WAY OR A SFW CUTE CHILDISH WAY! I HOPE ITS THE SECOND ONE

And I actually showed her some of my work…. Idk how she did it, idk how she convinced me, maybe I was under some truth spell idk…

#non tickles #navytalks #sfw tickling community

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radio-navlee · 3 months ago

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Can you write a lee Jax fic with ler pomni or ler the hand chair in episode 4 of the fast food ep if you have seen it :3

what if I write both? 😼 (2nd fic coming soon)

Gangles ERV (employee reevaluation Video)

Lee:Jax

Ler: chair? Hands? Gangle?

summary: Jax ain’t giving a can-do attitude, messing up the work place as such. But Gangle has a trick up her sleeve to fix it.

The adventure for today wassssss-….. a work place? Jax thought he’d never have to work again but here he was, and Gangle was no help. She seems extremely proud to be in her position of power. Jax kicked a crumpled up soda cup across the kitchen, huffing.

‘Stupid work uniform, stupid work manager, stupid- STUPID-’ Jax thought stomping his foot in frustration, then noticed a person he’d never thought to be actually working. Zooble.

Jax got over his hissy fit in hopes to go immediately bother Zooble, but things don’t really work out for him there either

As he’s trying to mess with them, they keep making good points. “You know, Caines only doing this cause he likes us. Don’t push it, if he starts to hate us, who knows what could happen.” They say flipping the round meat patty’s on the grill.

Jax then again gave another huff and a stomp, walking away to wait for something actually interesting.

Which nothing does, nothing happens! Jax is bored out of him mind right now, and a little stressed. He has no control over who he gets to torment, let alone if he ever gets to see anything funny happen to his fellow coworkers!

As Jax watches the clock, Gangles passes by, causing a ‘pretend not to notice’ look from Jax.

“Oh Jaxy boy!!-” ‘Jaxy boy?’ “It’s time for you to get cleaning! The bathroom looks awful!” Gangle gave a huge smile that pissed off the purple rabbit.

“What? Why? Shouldn’t we have a designated cleaning crew to do that?” He asked, clearly not wanting to go near the bathrooms

“Ohhh Jax! That’s not how it works! It seems to me that you’ve had a frown on alllll day!” The pitch in her voice raised ever so slightly, causing a annoyed look from Jax

“I don’t care! Gangle, it’s been hours and clearly your happy go lucky attitude is bringing me down!…I liked it better when you were sad” Jax insulted.

A long pause was played out, and an ever so slightly sound of glass or plaster cracking followed. Gangle blankly stared up, she felt hurt, and even more so Jax didn’t look like he cared at all!

Which was a lie, he did care, only a little bit. He just needed control, he needed to feel better is all. The look gangle gave him, though on the outside he looked annoyed, on the inside he was slightly uncomfortable. The crack he heard could be her mask breaking under plastic one. He just felt ever so slightly bad, not fully though, he wasn’t that soft.

“Jax….. I think it’s time for you to go back to your training, this simple won’t fly.” Gangle said in a less explosive attitude, she felt disappointed in his reaction.

“I’m ok, thanks for the offer though!” Jax turned to stroll the other way but two giant gloved hands grabbed him and dragged him into a room.

‘G-MMHGM!” Jax screamed out startled as his screams became more and more quiet, he found himself in an all black room. It was sorta lit, by an unknown light but atleast he could see!

Soon a chair swept him off his feet and an old rolling tv popped up. Confused, a bit scared, and annoyed Jax asked, “Where the #%*k am I! Gangle!?” He yelled.

Gangle was giggling in her seat, then popped up on the TV, “Welcome to your employee reevaluation!” As she continued on, a pair of those same gloved hands appeared behind the chair, sprawling out and taking Jax’s limps captivate.

They raise his hands over his head and his legs slightly apart, pushing his face against the warm TV.

“N-Nobody can see this, right?” Jax asked with a wary smile,

no response but a huge smile from Gangle and Jax felt his heart drop. “Ohh Jax! It that what your worried about? People finding out you’re just a weak little boy?”

As gangle spoke. The arms pulled him back to the chair and stretched him like a doll, he squirmed and tensed his body. It didn’t hurt but still was overall uncomfortable.

“Gangle this isn’t funny!” Jax growled

“You don’t think I’m funny Jax?” Gangle said sarcastically, grinning ear to ear…. Or? Mask to mask?

“Now that would normally hurt my feelings, but you’re not in the most correct position to be talking!” Gangles voice cut out and the TV blackened, a small light turned on which illuminated the room.

Jax’s pupil got small before he turned and whipped his head around to view his surroundings. 4 more pairs of hands started to slowly crawl out the back of the chair.

“Oh great” Jax sighed, he watched them come into front view and they started to wiggle their fingers as they crept closer and closer.

‘S-shit!’ Jax thought as he slightly jumped against the motion, ‘she isn’t really doing this right? She’s not really gonna… tickle me?!’

The first hand made contact with Jax’s body along his sides, crawling up and down from the top of his hips to the bottom of his ribs.

“Shihit! Gahangle!” Jax cried out, breaking immediately as their was no wiggle room from the hold these hands had on him.

He squirmed with the little room he had, opening and closing it eyes to watch the other hands still floating around him. The robots fingers inching closer and closer to his body every time he would peak.

“Thihihihisss isshihnt neceheheess-GRKK!” Jax almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a second pair of hands massage into his ribs.

God this is humiliating!

“N-O! NOHOBOHADY- cahan SEE THIHIS, rihihight!?!” It wasn’t the fact he was ‘alone’ it was the fact that he knows Gangle could be watching him. COULD! Key word!

a sudden flash popped up onto the screen and the little ribboess appeared, she stood with that same smile close to the TV. Hands on her hips as she chuckled,

“sihilly rabbit! Still seems to me that you haven’t learned anything!” Gangle said, her high pitched voice some how getting higher as she went on.

“F-f-FUHUA-%#$+!!! I-IHIHI-!!” As Jax struggled to breathe, as well as form normal cohesive sentences, Gangle squinted at the camera. It was as if she was mocking him in order for him to speak.

“CAHAHAAA!-” Before he could actually finish, the mechanical hand latched onto his lower hip and upper thigh.

“Awe, iss da rwabit having a hawrd twime spewking?” She teased, before snapping her… fingers? Ribbons? Anyways, the hands immediately stopped, hovering over the area they were just in.

Jax slumped over, catching his breath the best he could, tiny tears pricking the corner of his eyes. God she was ruthless!

“So what was that Jax? Your gonna do your best from now on and if I catch you slipping you know what will happen?” Gangles fake happy attitude was really starting to scare him.

“Y-yes! *inhale* I-I’ll do- *hic* whatever!” Did he really mean that? Hell no, did he want to get tickled again though? STILL NO!

Gangle smiled, snapping her ribbons again as Jax was easily set down on the floor. He sat for a while, relived that it was over. But that was until he realized that Gangle was most likely still watching him.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t know a bunny like you could be so sensitive!”

“It’s not tha-”

“OH YEAH? Wanna test that again? Wanna try me?” Jax shivered at her tone, never before was she this confident. It kinda inspired him? In a weird way, now he was at the receiving end instead of her.

“No! Not what I ment ribbons!” Jax rolled his eyes as he stood up.

“Remember what can happen if you don’t listen to me!!” Gangle sung as the TV cut out, and all of a sudden Jax was back in the restaurant.

😽👐👻

(Sorry I was a little late to this, I started writing when the episode came out but…. Yeah I forgot)

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tword community #tickle fanfic #tickle community #ticklish!jax #lee!jax #ler!gangle #tadc tickles #tadc tickling #the amazing digital circus tickle

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radio-navlee · 3 months ago

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FOOOOD!!

FANTASTIC GIVE NE 14 OF ‘EM RIGHT NOW!!

WHAT AN AMAZING BED TIME STORY! I CAN NOW SLUMBER IN PEACE!!!

TLC

lee!Jax

ler!Pomni

Summary: Jax is having issues cleaning his fur.

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Jax groaned as he tried to reach his back with the brush. Keeping his fur clean wasn't hard, except when it came to the spots he couldn't reach.

He wished he could go steal one of Zooble's arms again but they had Caine change their locks!

$@!&ing annoying...

He let out another loud groan & threw the brush across the tent.

BAM!

"OW! What the f$&! ?!"

Jax froze at the sound of Pomni's voice. He poked his head around the corner to see the little jester on the floor. He didn't think anyone would be within range. He did feel bad about accidentally hitting her, but she could never know that. He shook off his stunned expression for his classic wide smile.

"Oh hey, thats where it went. Nice catch Pomni, hope you didn't break my stuff, or else I'll have to break something of yours~" he threatens in the way he always does when he's messing with someone.

"Of course. Why am I not surprised it was you."

"Who else would throw a.." Pomni looked down for the idea that hit her & paused when she saw it.

"A hairbrush ... at someone?" Her gaze flicked from the brush to the rabbit.

Jax scoffed and crossed his arms at her bluntness. Typical Pomni. Some would find that quality admirable, but no. It annoyed the ever loving shit out of Jax.

"Why do you have this?" She asked , eyebrow cocked in confusion

"Hey, hands off my stuff you grubby little newbie!" Jax lunged for the brush, but Pomni evaded his long arms.

"Hands off? You hit me in the head with it!" She snapped back at him. He managed to grab it back.

"What do you even need it for anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know"

"Um yeah I would. That's why I asked."

"If you must know" he paused, debating telling the truth or saying another smart ass comment.

"I need to use it to keep my fur clean, alright? There. Happy? Now give it back before I rip your arm off with it." He lunged for it a final time. Pomni let him take it from her open hand.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about." She tried to reassure him, but he tensed up.

"I'm not embarrassed." He almost growled in correction.

"Then why are you being so weird about a hairbrush?" She stepped a little closer to him. He turned around with a huff.

"I got frustrated cause I can't reach my back, ok? That's why I threw it." He spoke over his shoulder as he glanced back at her briefly.

"Oh. Well, maybe...I could help you?" She sort of squeaked the last part of the sentence out.

"You want to help me?" He cocked his head to the side as he looked at Pomni. He sounded sarcastic mostly but there was a small hit of sincerity. She was offering to help? Why? What's in it for her?

"Why?" He was genuinely curious but he still tried to keep his voice disinterested.

"Well, it's what friends are for?"

Friends? How stupid is she. We aren't friends...

Did she see me as a friend?

Something about that statement made his heartbeat flutter in his chest. Why did the thought of Pomni seeing him as a friend make him feel this way?

After a moment, he tossed the brush back at Pomni. She seemed briefly startled, but smiled. Jax didn't meet her gaze long before he turned to sit down on criss-cross the floor. In a quick motion, he let the straps of his overalls

"Brush downwards.. and don't go to hard or I'll put bugs in your pillowcase. I mean it, clown." He warned, but Pomni ignored his threats. She was just happy to see Jax letting his wall down a little bit.

"Got it, I'll do my best." With that, she took the brush and touched it to the top of Jax's back. He flinched at the contact. Pomni retracted the brush to give him a moment before trying again.

Jax wasn't used to being touched gently by others, or being touched at all. He often flinched when sudden movements happened or someone touches him & he wasn't expecting it. He shook his shoulders of the odd feeling and slouches slightly forwards.

Pomni took this as the sign to try again, seeing as Jax didn't say anything. She slowly let the brush rush on his upper back near his shoulder blades. She let the weight of her hand bring it down his back till the cloth stopped at his lower back. Jax sighed quietly at the feeling.

He couldn't deny to himself, it felt nice. He missed being cared for. His mom brushing his hair, rubbing his back, he missed that most of all.

His thoughts were ripped away from her as he felt a zap of sensitivity from his right side. The brush had wandered a little too far to one side, making it tickle like crazy.

"Ah, sorry, did I hurt you?" She jerks her arm away.

"Hurt me? Ha! You wish, takes a lot more than that to hurt me-YEHe! AHAH! Q-Quit that!" He was cut off by his own odd sound. He couldn't think of what to call it. But whatever it was, it sucked ! He swatted back at the brush that ran over the sensitive spot on his side again.

"Jax...are you ticklish? Is that was this is?" She tried to look at his face but he quickly looked the other direction.

"I don't know what you're talking about PomnIIIIEH-HE-HE-HEHEHE!! D-Dohohont!" Pomni had started running her gloved fingers down his sides, going gently since she didn't know the extent of his sensitivity.

"Oh wow, you actually are ticklish! That's weirdly cute of you, Jax." She didn't mean to tease him but his face still burned from the humiliating situation they were in.

"Sh-Shuhuhut uhuhup! Ohoho F$?!" He swore as her hand slowly traveled upward to his smallest rib.

To Pomni's surprise, Jax fell over as the tickles seemed to take over his body. He curled over and almost froze in a tickle induced ball. His hands tried to block hers as she let her 2nd one join in to tickle this big bunny's long torso. She gently squeezed up and down from his ribs to his sides & all down to his hips.

"AHAHAHA! P-Pohohomihihi! GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!" He tried to sound stern but through his adorable snorts & giggles, it was impossible.

"But you're so cute!" She cooed at him, grabbing squeezy handfuls of the bunny's fuzzy belly.

"I am NAHAHAHA!! Wahahahait! NononoNOHOHO not there not thehehehere!!" His feet kicked from their curled position.

"Awww is this your weak spot? Your tummy?" She didn't stop squeezing, moving around the long expanse of his fuzzy tummy. Jax was going absolutely losing it. He hadn't been tickled in who knows how long. It was making his brain melt in a mix of happiness & giddiness to get away from the feeling.

"AHAHHAHAH! *snort* ENOHOHOUGH!!" He shrieked as he finally begged as her hands reached too close to his hips causing him to hit his breaking limit.

Pomni caught on & held up her hands to show him she wasn't going to tickle him anymore.

"Y-Youhuhu...you... are going to...r-regret thahat." His body twitched with the remains of ticklish feeling leaving his skin. The thought of Jax having it out for her was a little unnerving but it was worth it to her if she could help Jax feel a little better.

"Whatever you say, Jax." She shook her head, getting up to leave.

"Hey.." he stood up after her. She turned to look back at him.

"Thanks...for uh..." he paused, almost trying to swallow what he really wanted to say. "Whatever. Just. Watch your back Jester."

THE END

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radio-navlee · 3 months ago

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ANYBODY ELSE IMMEDIATELY RUN TO AMAZON PRIME WHEN THEY FOUND OUT CAMP CAMP IN NOW ON THERE?!?! NOT ONLY IS ROOSTER TEETH COMING BACK BUT ITS ALSO ON AMAZON PRIME????!!

#Camp camp #camp camp max #campcamp #cc neil #cc max #cc david

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radio-navlee · 4 months ago

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Nobody talks about how school forgets to teach you how to write essays, they just give you a prompt and examples and expect you to copy it in your own words.

Thanks to Mr. Gullion, now I have no idea what the fuck im doing "Write a position essay" THE FUCK YOU MEAN POSISTION, WHAT POSISTION?

┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻

#non tickles #navytalks

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radio-navlee · 4 months ago

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Does Jax realize that his pupils dilate and that we all thinks it’s absolutely stupidly funny adorable? .^.

-Navy

"My pupils do what—"

"..."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

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radio-navlee · 5 months ago

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Hiii are you taking requests atm?

Helooo

I am always taking requests <3, tho I may not get to every single one, I am taking them and will eventually write for every single one☺️

#navytalks

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radio-navlee · 5 months ago

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MatserList/Introduction

Heyooo, my name is Ghosty or Navy, Idc which u call me<3 (for those new comers) I would love to mention the fact I am 15, a MINOR!! I wanna say that all my irl tickle storys have been infact altered to keep my idenity hidden! :) Anywayyysss, I write tickle fanfictions (Usually requested by all you lovely folkss ;0;) and share HCs as well. My requests are ALWAYS open, they never close, so you can ask me questions, ask for fics, or just talk to me .3.

Also heres a look of what I'm working on :P

DNI

-NSFW

-25+ (Bad intentions)

-If your a bad person in general

-rasicts

-Homophobes

-Pedos

-MAPS

MASTERLIST Last Updated:1/12/25

-Key

-👻Very Hyperfixated -🕸️No longer write -🎱Somewhat still in the fandom -🧿Favorite Charcter to write for

~DSMP/MCYT-🕸️

>Ticklish Body Suit-Lee!D*eam Ler!George (deleting/deleted)

Summary: D*eam uses a bodysuit made for feeling ingame damage

>Movies-Lee!Tommy Switch!Tubbo Ler!Ranboo

Summary: Tommy Tubbo and Ranboo are having a little movie night but Tommy has a super embarrassing secret and Tubbo and Ranboo are about to find out.

>The Worst Thing- Lee!Sapnap Ler!D*eam/George

Summary: Sapnap gets stuck in spider webs while mining with Dream and George. Sapnap’s fear of spiders gets the best of him and Dream and George find how why he’s so scared of them

>Dont Touch Me!-Lee!Techno Ler!Tommy

Summary: Tommy gets bored and started to annoy techno only to find out he's too ticklish for it.

>Whos The Big Man?-Lee!Jschlatt Ler!W*lbur

Summary: Schlatt needed some help with stuff and asked Wilbur to help. Wilbur finds out something about Schlatt.

~Encanto-🕸️

>Aching Back-Lee!Bruno Ler!Mirabel

Summary: Bruno starts to complain about how his back has been hurting, Mirabel comes up with the idea to give him a massage only to find out he’s to ticklish.

~Stranger Things-🕸️

>Request-Lee!Steve Ler!Eddie

Summary: Steve gets stuck under Eddies bed frame, while trying to help him get out, Eddie finds out a little discovery

~SpiderVerse-🎱

>Request-Lee!Hobie Ler!Miguel-🧿

Summary/What they asked for: Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him

>Voodoo Dolls Never Hurt Nobody- Switch! Hobie, Pavitr, Miles

Summary: Pavitr finds some voodoo dolls from the Spider Society's Gadget room, and brings them to Hobies apartment to test them out.

>Request- Lee!Hobie, Miles Ler!Gwen-🧿

Summary: silly goober stuff :P (wtf was I writing?)

>Request-Lee!Miles Ler!Lyla/Tickle Belt

Summary/ What they asked for: maybe Lyla showing miles some of the gadgets Miguel and her created? And.. completely forgot about the tickle belt when miles asked what it does. Then when she found the button on the screen to turn it on. Miles is laughing hysterically because he put the belt on. Lyla would stop the belt if she could… but she’s enjoying the moment too much.

~Total Drama-🕸️

>Buddy Noah!-Lee!Noah Ler!Owen-🧿

Summary: Noahs always ment to be sassy or have a frown on so Owen desided to change that

>Request-Lee!Trent Ler!Duncan

Summary: I really dont know what i even wrote,I think it was like 2 in the morning? Basically Trent and Duncan interact on the doc, get mad at eachother and then fight and then somehow tickle eachother?

>You Didnt Say Stop- Lee!Noah Ler!Emma-🧿

Summary: Noah and Emma fluff and stuff. Noah being a tired sleepy Lee and Emma just leaning into it.

>Smarty Pants/Request-Lee!Noah Ler!Izzy, Owen, Alejandro, and Tyler-🧿

Summary: Noah being annoyed with everbody, Alejandro trys to befriend Noah but pisses him off more. Alejandro talks back and gets cocky enough to tickle him.

>Request-Lee!Duncan Ler!Alejandro

Summary: Duncan pisses off Alejandro and tries to act tough (Hes not)

~Hamilton-🕸️

>Request-Lee!Alexander LerAngelica

Summary: Alexander feels overwhelmed with all his work and Angelica helps him out

~Camp Camp-👻

>Request- Lee!Max Ler!David-🧿

Summary: Max refuses to go to the dock as an activity so he runs away and hide in the forest to not be bothered by anybody. David gets worried and runs to find him.

>Headcanons-Lee!Max-🧿

>Request- Lee!Max Ler!Gwen and David-🧿

Summary: Max is feeling bummed about his parents and runs away to the forest but David finds him and calms him down.

>Say It!-Lee!Max Ler!Nikki, Neil-🧿

Summary: Nikki and Neil had enough with Max just insulting them and decided to finally do something about it!(Takes place before s5)

>Headcanons-Lee!Max Ler!David(Dadvid)-🧿

>Headcanons-Lee!David

~Sturniolo Triplets-👻

>Knock It Off!-Lee!Matt Ler!Chris-🧿

Summary: Matt teases Chris until Chris remembers his weakness.

>Headcanons-Everybody is in this Lee and Ler

~The Amazing Digital Circus-👻

>Not So Tough Now Huh?- Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha-🧿

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

>Dont Be Such A Jerk! (Draft)-Lee!Jax Ler! Ragatha-🧿

Summary: Jax angst, Hurt to comfort

>Spill!- Lee!Jax Ler! Ragatha-🧿

Summary: (Hurt to comfort) Jax finds himself back at his tree crying until a familiar doll comes to help him. WARNING!! ⚠️: Gagging, mentions of puking. Self harm? (Depends on what you call self harm)

>Shiz And Giggles-Lee!Pomni Ler!Ragatha (kinda Jax)

Summary: Still new to the digital world, Ragatha decided to invite Pomni to a sleepover (Unfortunately) including Jax. A disagreement happens, pillow fights, cute pomni x ragatha?

>Request-Lee!Ragatha Ler!Pomni

Summary/ What they asked for:mayhaps jax has been freaking ragatha out with one too many centipedes and pomni or maybe zooble gets to ““distract”” her from paranoia?

>Headcanons-Lee!Pomni, Jax Ler!Pomni,Jax

~My Hero Academia-🎱

>Playful-Lee!Katsuki Ler!Izuku-🧿

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have a free day and decide to chill at the dorms, Izuku starts feeling playful after over veiwing Kastuki's phone.

~Arcane-🎱

>Still That Same Ol’ Echo, Ekko-Lee!Ekko Ler!Powder-🧿

Summary: Ok dude I know this sounds crazy, but Ekkos only been tickled a few times and only by Benzo, Powder, and Vi, but they never actually tickle him it’s kinda like a poke to the side here and there. Now that Ekkos traveled dimensions, he doesn’t realize Powders tickled him before, if you get what I’m saying? PLEASE?

~Medowlark-👻

>Let Loose-Lee!Perrine Ler!Kingsley-🧿

Summary: I don’t know if I’m even aloud to do this but I’m gonna do it anyways. What Perrine is trying to focus on something with Kingsley to better the group but Kingsley keeps messing around telling them to relax and stuff?

#navytalks

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