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this made me cry. Is your brother ever going to come home to you?

yur just a little kid, I'm sorry i haven't been there to love you like one...

(jus a vent, m otay <3)

She sat curled up on the floor of her dimly lit room, her back pressed tightly against the wall. The door was closed, but it was more than just a physical barrier — it was a fortress against a world that felt so cruel and empty right now. Her tears had soaked through the sleeves of her shirt, her eyes raw and red from crying so long. Her fingers kept tapping and hitting lightly against her own skin, a desperate attempt to feel something other than the overwhelming ache inside.

The silence stretched heavy, broken only by her soft, shaky breaths and the occasional sob she couldn’t hold back. Her mind swirled with memories of him — the brother she missed so much — the one who had been gone for far too long.

Then, almost like a whisper carried on a breeze, a familiar voice echoed inside her mind.

“Hey sis, let me make you feel better. Please?”

Her heart clenched in a painful knot. The voice was so tender, so soft — but it was only in her head. She snarled, her lips trembling.

“H-he's not really here. Naht weal,” she muttered fiercely, though the words wavered, barely holding back the tears threatening to fall again.

“No." The word alone stung. Like a punch to the stomach.

"Puppy..." He tried again, softer.

"I DON’T WANNA BE CHEERED UP!”

Her voice cracked, rising in desperate frustration. “I JUST- I WAN YOU HOME! IT’S BEEN 9 FRIKIN’ MONTHS! AN IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T CARE BOUT ME NU MORE!”

Her chest heaved with a choked sob. She coughed, the force of her yelling roughening her throat.

“Y-YUR NAHT EVEN WEAL RIGHT NOW!? IT’S ALL IN MY IMAGINATION, PLAYIN’ T-TWICKS ON ME!”

She pushed against him, her hands trembling as they phased through. “S-SO SINCE YUR STILL NOT HERE, I GUESS ME IS LEAVIN’ WU TOOS!”

Her breath hitched suddenly, before heaving. A small squeak.

Her cries softened to small, broken giggles — fragile, almost like the faintest flickers of light in a dark room — but laughter refused to come. Not yet. The tickling started then, gentle and tentative at first, like the softest breeze on her skin. It wasn’t real — he wasn’t really there — but the sensation was there nonetheless, teasing at her ribs, the sides of her torso.

She squirmed, trying to pull away even though a small part of her wanted to surrender to the relief it brought. His fingers—imagined or not—danced lightly over her sensitive spots, tracing circles on her belly and skimming beneath her ribs where she was most ticklish. Her breath hitched, and a soft giggle slipped out despite herself. The feeling was fleeting, fragile — a temporary distraction from the heaviness in her chest.

The tickling grew more insistent, but still gentle, never harsh or overwhelming. He knew how sensitive she was, especially there, and he was careful, trying to coax a smile, a real laugh, even if just a tiny one. She wriggled, her small body tense but trembling, unable to hold back those few quiet, precious giggles that felt like a fragile thread pulling her back from the edge.

When it ended, the silence returned — thicker now, heavier than before. His imagined presence faded, and she was left alone again with the ache. But something was different this time. The air around her seemed to shift, and through the haze of tears, he noticed — he saw.

Her hair was tangled and knotted, with mats that had grown because no one had brushed or cared for it lately. Her wrists looked smaller, thinner, almost fragile, and he could see the bones of her ribs pressing sharply beneath her skin like brittle branches. Sleep had been stolen from her eyes; the dark circles deepened, the puffiness worse than ever.

He felt a fierce tenderness wash over him, a determination burning inside to do more than just whisper words. She needed more — she needed her big brother. she needed him.

Later...

He knelt down beside her, careful not to startle her, his eyes soft with concern. His hand reached out slowly, fingertips barely brushing the tangled strands of hair that framed her tear-streaked face.

“Hey… hey, look at me for a second, okay?” His voice was gentle, patient, a warm anchor in the storm of her emotions.

She blinked up at him, eyes still swollen but a tiny flicker of trust shining through the sadness.

He sighed softly, reaching for her hair with delicate fingers. “You’ve got so many knots here, sweetheart. It looks like you’ve been holding onto so much... and forgot to take care of yourself.”

He started working slowly, patiently unraveling the worst of the mats. It wasn’t just brushing; it was a quiet ritual of care, a way to show her that she mattered, that she was loved, even if she couldn’t say it.

His fingers moved carefully through the tangles, brushing gently but thoroughly. At one point, he lightly brushed the hair away from her face and grinned.

“You know, this part right here?” He tickled just beneath her ear, where the soft skin was extra sensitive. She jerked away at first, then a tiny giggle escaped despite herself.

“Gotcha,” he whispered playfully.

She managed a small smile, just for a moment, and he squeezed her hand gently.

“Next… your wrists.” He glanced down and noticed how slender they’d become, how fragile. “You’ve been worrying too much, huh? Kids shouldn’t have to carry all that heavy stuff inside.”

His thumb traced circles on the thin skin of her wrist, soothing and steady. Then, softly, his fingers brushed against the inside of her wrist, eliciting a little twitch and a surprised laugh.

“I’m not gonna let you push me away that easy.” He grinned, and his fingertips danced lightly there again, causing a cascade of soft giggles. She tried to squirm, but she was too weak to fully escape, and a laugh bubbled up — quiet but genuine.

Finally, his eyes softened as they traveled to her ribs — bones sharp beneath her skin, telling silent stories of sleepless nights and hunger. He wrapped his hands gently around her waist, careful, steady, giving her a small squeeze. “You’re too thin, kiddo. Have you been too scared to eat, or just forgotten?”

She shook her head slowly, tears welling again. “Jus… missin’ wu…”

His smile crumbled. "That’s no good. You need your strength, little one.”

He rested a hand on her side, warm and reassuring. “How about I help you get better? We’ll do it together, step by step.”

He squeezed her gently, then with a playful grin, he started tickling lightly beneath her ribs again — that spot he knew always made her giggle despite her best efforts to stay serious. She squirmed and tried to pull away, but the soft laughter spilled out in tiny bursts, shaking her whole body.

“You’re so ticklish,” he teased, his voice soft with love.

She tried to glare at him but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips.

He paused, brushing a stray hair from her face. “I’ve been an awful big brother, huh?”

Her eyes met his, innocent, pure, trustworthy once more despite the hurt he unintentionally caused. “Nu… yous is bestest.”

He smiled, feeling the warmth spread through him. “I’m gonna be better. For you. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

She nodded faintly, still catching her breath, the weight on her chest lighter, if only for a little while.

He kept his hand resting gently on hers, promising wordlessly that she wasn’t alone anymore.

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ty I'm a teen girl!

dear lee moods...... LEAVE HER ALOONE!!!!!! sorry you had to see that ladies,,,,, i just get so passionate about feminism.

[sfwticklee]

Yes

Ask Game Would you Rather - Tickle Edition

Fruit Themed

❗‼️‼️NSFW DNI‼️‼️❗

Yes some questions may have already appeared in my other posts but it's been a long time since I've posted so it doesn't really matter

🍓Would you rather be given/give stomach raspberries or neck raspberries?

🍑Would you rather be pinned/pin with arms above head or arms pinned by sides?

🍊Would you rather tickle/be tickled roughly or gently?

🍒Would you rather give/get cheer up tickles or revenge tickles?

🍎Would you rather give/get tickly kisses or nuzzles?

🍍Would you rather tickle/be tickled by surprise or with warning?

🍌Would you rather tickle/be tickled once in a day for a long time, or for multiple times for a few seconds throughout the day?

🍉Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the stomach or neck?

🍇Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the feet or ribs?

🥭Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the back or sides?

🍋Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the ears or thighs?

🥝Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the knees or armpits?

🫐Would you rather tickle/be tickled as reward or punishment?

❗‼️‼️NSFW DNI‼️‼️❗

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i turned SO red AHHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!

What lies beneath

They don't rerun Albedo because they're afraid of what I'll do if I get him

So like I wrote the first half of this fic ages ago, and wrote the 2nd half now. So if writing is inconsistent that's why

BRO BUT LIKE THE NEW ARCHON QUEST HAS ME SO FUCKED I WANNA WRITE A GAZILLION ALBEDO FICS NOW

I will continue to spread the word of KazuBedo. I can't wait for them to meet and kiss in game

Hope y'all enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Albedo x Kazuha (romantic)

Lee: Albedo

Ler: Kazuha

Warnings: Tickles! Ending kinda suggestive lol

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The satisfying sound of pen scratching against paper resounded in the cave as Albedo worked on his final report of the day. Despite his concentration on the task at hand, he could still feel the way that ruby colored eyes practically bore a hole into him. He found himself holding back a chuckle. As composed as Kazuha could be, he could get a bit antsy when he wanted attention and didn’t get it. Not that Albedo didn’t want to indulge him, but he really needed to finish this report. 

Kazuha’s gaze traced over all of Albedo’s features, examining him as if he were a work of art himself. He noticed the slight furrow to his brow, the way he’d bite down on his lip in concentration. So cute, very Albedo-esque. His eyes travelled further down to the alchemist’s gloved hands, watching the way those fingers elegantly maneuvered the pen. He couldn’t help himself, his sense of control out the window as he reached for Albedo’s free hand. 

As expected, the alchemist didn’t react, continuing to work on the report with his other hand. It annoyed the samurai a bit, the way his lover could remain so collected and composed while he’s over here falling apart at the mere sight of him. 

He slowly slid off Albedo’s glove, marvelling at the bare skin that was usually so well hidden. His own calloused fingers traced over the blonde’s soft skin. He’d occasionally glance over at Albedo, hoping for any sort of reaction. While his face remained as impassive as ever, Kazuha didn’t miss the faint twitch of his hand when his fingers found their way towards his palm. 

A smile tugged at the samurai’s lips as he carefully turned his partner’s hand over so that his palm faced up. He brought it up to his face, placing a delicate kiss over the sensitive skin. Kazuha’s smile grew at the soft gasp that escaped his lover.

The writing had come to a stop, pen having been discarded to the side. Albedo’s mouth opened and closed, words getting stuck at the tip of his tongue as he tried to come up with some excuse for that undignified noise. His overthinking was momentarily halted when he heard the sound of the samurai’s laugh. Was he laughing at him? Still, Kazuha’s laughter felt like a clear breeze, dragging away any unwanted thoughts with it. 

“I didn’t know you were sensitive here” the samurai’s smile turned teasing, almost victorious, having finally caught the attention of his partner

The way Kazuha spoke, and that twinkle of something in those scarlet eyes was enough to make goosebumps rise across the alchemist’s skin. Albedo took a deep breath, trying to keep a semblance of composure “You caught me off guard, dear”.

Kazuha could’ve melted right there and then. Being referred to in such an endearing way by his Albedo always turned his insides to mush. Still, he couldn’t afford such distractions right now. He was a man on a mission. “Is that so? So, you won’t react if I do this?~” 

Tingles shot all the way up through Albedo’s arm as he felt short nails tracing over the lines of his palm, reaching down to the inside of his wrist, playing with his fingers, it all felt so… ticklish? To think he’d be ticklish there of all places, how embarrassing. Even so, the alchemist in him couldn’t help but be curious of what other reactions Kazuha could pull out of him. 

His body suddenly froze when Kazuha placed delicate kisses over each finger. For some reason, that made his senses feel all the more heightened. He could only stare in awe as Kazuha kissed down his palm, causing his head to start to grow fuzzy. Though, nothing could’ve prepared him for what came next. 

“Ah- What are you dohoing..?!” Albedo quickly brought his still gloved hand up to cover his mouth. To think that Kazuha would have the audacity to do something so silly as to bite him, more like nibble, and yet the ticklish sensation it caused was maddening. 

Kazuha looked up, mischievous red eyes meeting flustered teal ones. No words were exchanged, not like there needed to be any, the samurai’s look conveyed more than enough. 

“Cute~” was all that Kazuha eventually said. Before Albedo could retort, his words got interrupted with a squeal when the samurai dared to blow a raspberry right at the center of his palm. 

“KazuHAha-!” his body acted on its own, yanking his hand away from Kazuha’s grip. Even though the teasing had stopped, Albedo could still clearly feel the tingles. It made it harder and harder to keep a level head. 

“Well, I suppose I had enough fun for now” Kazuha abruptly stood up, making Albedo feel even more dumbfounded. How does he just go back to being all nonchalant after all that?! Why couldn’t he stop thinking of what just happened…

“I’ll leave you to finish your report” the samurai had an innocent smile, though it was anything but. He could practically see as Albedo fought with himself, he could ignore whatever the heck just happened and brute force his way through this report, or…

“I’ll go with you-” Albedo spat out quickly, embarrassment rising once again at his eagerness to indulge in Kazuha’s antics. 

The samurai beamed “I was hoping you’d say that”. Kazuha reached his hand out for Albedo to grab. Once their fingers were intertwined, he guided him over to a more secluded spot. 

“I can’t believe you did all that just to get me to stop working” the alchemist mused out loud, unable to hide a fond chuckle at how mischievous Kazuha could be at times.

“Oh, ‘Bedo…” the samurai stopped for a moment, leaning in to whisper against his partner’s ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your name~”.

Kazuha smiled all sweetly while Albedo’s face turned all shades of red and pink, being able to rival the beauty of the sunset. It was safe to say that Albedo wasn’t going to be thinking of work anytime soon.

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thats what my boyfriend did exept he said 'girlfriend' not 'boyfriend' lol

based off of one of @ticklepinions ‘s headcanons <3 bestie you must be so tired thinking up so many great ideas with that big brain of yours

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FOR REAL

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YES

How about an arcane fic? Saw your hc about Jinx being the tickle monster for Sevika and Isha. So maybe a fic where Jinx being a little shit and tickle attacks both Isha and Sevika all throughout the day till they both finally get enough of Jinx’s shit. So Isha and Sevika team together to get their revenge. You can either focus on the revenge or Jinx’s tickle monster tendencies beforehand, yk whatever fits u most :))

𝐴 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜

(I know, such a unique title, thank you, thank you! *bows*)

Word Count: 2,206

A/N: AAAH THANK YOU!!!! 🙏🙏🙏 you were my first request so I couldn't just.. NOT spoil you! Thank you for the request, YOU WERE A LIFE SAVOR!!!

(Happy tickle day!)

Arcane divider

Loud, booming music could be heard from inside the hide-out that Jinx stores herself away at for hours on end: listening to music with a cheeky grin, making some gadgets that really should be held off for later activities. she bobbed her head back and forth to the music as she sinks her mind further into the depths of her own little world.

The way she would describe her day would be just dandy and fun! Such a normal day to be normal and hide-away in her very normal thoughts making very normal gadgets for normal activities like making a scene for piltover to annoy the newspapers once again for the third time this week. But that wasn't the case. She was an absolute nuisance today. Both with Isha and Sevika.

Ever since Isha came into her life, and then gradually appeared in Sevika’s as well, Jinx has been different for the better. She's been more friendly, and gentle with Isha and is even like that with Sevika like she was her own blood. Unfortunately however, that also takes a turn for the two with how Jinx has been acting towards them. Ever since Jinx discovered that Isha was ticklish, which resulted in her thoughts to think that Sevika was also ticklish, she has been poking and tasering both of their sides the whole day when any chance seemed to fit.

It was like a new discovery that Jinx just had to give it her all to embarrass the both of them. It embarrassed Isha and got her to be in a giggle fit through-out the day, while Jinx’s schemes ruined a part of Sevika’s ego. She was entertained by it; she was a sucker for both of their reactions when they least expected it. The squeak that Isha would unleash would be endearing and cute to Jinx for her to do it more, and Sevika’s uncharacterized squeal and snorts would have Jinx howl in laughter as she quickly leaves the scene; leaving Sevika to ponder in silence in annoyance.

They just had to get her back for it. Make her take what she can't dish out.

Sevika thought of the idea first, and then brought it up with Isha who reluctantly agreed to help out. They thought of a quick plan to get her when she least expected it, and they had to do it fast! With shimmer running through her system, it might be a stretch, but they could do it!

After they finished exchanging their thoughts, they left their little meeting room where Silco used to take charge of, and stormed off to Jinx’s Hideout. It just had to work.

Now comes the loud music again with Jinx jamming to it like any other ordinary normal day. Oh, she's getting it now. Sevika alerted Isha to go hide where they talked about, and walked up to Jinx to calmly get her attention so Isha could hide with no disturbances or possible acknowledgement from Jinx.

“Jinx, we need to talk." Sevika said, putting her hand on Jinx’s shoulder to warp her out of her trance with the music. She turned on her heel while on her chair, and took her goggles off to look at Sevika with that same grin that had been plastered on her face the entire day.

“What’s up, buttercup! You've missed me??" she said, wiggling her fingers at Sevika for only a brief second before Sevika swallowed down her shivers, and shoved her hands away from her sight.

“It's Isha." Sevika announced, seeing that shit eating grin turn to an overprotective and concerned frown.

“It's not bad, don't worry. She's just.. We're playing hide-and-seek and this is the only place I haven't found her in, do you have any idea where she is?" Sevika exclaimed, kind of burning her ego even more by the fact that Jinx now thinks that she's actually playing hide-and-seek with a child rather than doing other things.

“Wohow.. The intimidating, council-wannabe is actually playing a silly little game with Isha? A child? That's hilarious! ” Jinx chuckled at the overlapping thought of the big and bad Sevika playing a child's game.

"You know more of where she would hide than I do- do you want to help find her, or not?” Gosh, how annoying? Sevika thought. She knew that Jinx would back talk and make fun of the silly concept, but jeez!

"Yeah, yeah, calm your tits. I'll help find her. I know all the nooks and crannies of where she would hide! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, ISHA??” Jinx yelled out for Isha to hear. Resulting with her covering her mouth to not stifle a laugh.

Unfortunately for the both of them-Jinx had thought initially- she turns to look at the one hiding spot that Isha always goes for when she couldn't think of anywhere else to hide in the Hideout, and looks to Sevika before giving her a wide smile and a wink before proceeding to approach said spot.

Swaying her body from side to side while walking, she chants, “oh Ishaaa! Where could you possibly hide?? I wonder." She grins, getting closer and closer to her hiding spot. Isha could see Jinx, and Jinx could see Isha. They were locking eyes while Isha was still stifling a laugh. What Jinx didn't know was the big arm going around her neck(not rough) to pull her away and carefully sit her on the floor for her to struggle out of the hold.

The evil grin turned into panic, almost forgetting that Sevika was also here trying to look for Isha. She turned her head to look at her briefly before whipping her head back around to see Isha hop out of her hiding spot with a cheeky smile.

“Ohokay, reeeally funny you two, you can let me up now." Jinx said, nervously. She had cursed at herself for letting her guard down so easily. Stupid, It's sevika. Of course she's got something up her Sleeve with child's play.

“I'd let you up on one condition. You take what you can dish out." Sevika said in a low, intimidating voice that secretly always sent shivers down Jinx’s spine.

“Lihike I know what THAT means. You're on your own, sister. Isha, get her off of me.” She nodded her head to Isha, indicating for some help from the younger, but that didn't happen. Isha kept looking at her with that cheeky smile.

“Now?" Isha signed over to Sevika, and all she gave her was a knod. Relishing Isha to go straight for Jinx’s sides out of nowhere because of Jinx’s blind eye. It'd be a pretty damn good time to have a third eye, right?

Scribbling lightly, this shocked Jinx to scrunch up her face weirdly, and did everything she could to keep her unwanted giggles at bay, biting her lower lip to keep them down.

Instantly, an impatient chuckle came out of Sevika’s mouth. “You're really doing that? C’mon, kid. You stand no chance. Sooner or later you'll be breaking pretty soon." she said next to Jinx’s ear, causing the shorter to scrunch away, embarrassingly.

C’mon Jinx, you got this! This impatient bitch just needs to be bored, and then she'll let you go, simple!

Is what she initially thought, before Sevika got too confident with her impatience, and went straight for her armpits, relishing a sharp squeal that Jinx would rather take to her own grave than admitting anything. Quick giggles came out of her mouth. They were goofy, and uncoordinated, but it brought a smile to both Isha and Sevika. (Sevika would take that smile to her grave also)

"Well, what do you know? The master criminal with weird lookin’ pants can laugh after all?” Sevika said, looking at Isha who was still glued to her sides. All she gave was a satisfying Huff, and continued the onslaught.

“FUHUHuhuck thahat ehenforcer!” Jinx said before dissolving in more of her giggles.

It's been such a long time since she's had a proper tickle fight with her being on the receiving end that she almost forgot how much fun it was. Letting loose and bringing out the real her was so rare, even for Jinx, that it became almost like a dream to her, like it wasn't actually real. Anytime she got ganged up on was her little group with her sister. They all knew how much she loved it just to laugh with them and have a good time. But this is Isha and Sevika who's replacing that memory. It almost felt wrong to have them replaced, but she also knew that she desperately needed this. She would never admit that though.

“Ohohokay, OHOHOKAY!! Ihihi’m lahahaughing, nohow stop!" she squirmed even more to emphasize her words.

“Hmm.. Not quite yet, I don't think you’ve learned your lesson on picking on us all day, huh Isha?" Sevika asked her once again for an agreement.

“Hmm!” Isha agreed, finally moving her hands to Jinx’s stomach. This caused a small snort from the master criminal, who then covered her mouth when realizing what she just blurted out of her mouth. A light pink hue showing her features due to embarrassment.

“Ha! I never knew you could snort, kid. Isha, how about you stay at that spot?" with a nod, Isha reluctantly stayed put in her designated spot, making Jinx go insane with the feeling. She had almost forgotten that her stomach was a death spot for her. Damn crop top revealing her sensitive spots.

“IHIHI’VE lehearned mYHYHY lesson!" Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, as if it would help with the feeling. Oh, how she was very wrong?

Sevika wanted to try a different spot to make it known that she was ignoring her pleas, so she reluctantly went for her neck. The squeal that left Jinx’s mouth shocked both Sevika and Isha. Almost stopping their onslaught, Isha and Sevika laughed at her reaction, causing her face to flush even more. Fuck, she's really going to take this to her grave.

“Yohohou dihihidn’t hehehear thahahat! Shuhuhut uhuhuhp.." Jinx was pouring out giggles here and there from how sensitive her neck was. It was an adorable sight for them both.

“It's like your whole personality changed, shit!" Sevika admitted, becoming fond of her reactions. With all the shit that has been going on lately, Sevika was relieved by Jinx to finally let loose and forget about the whole world for just a moment by laughing her heart out. She was hoping that Jinx was feeling the same, maybe even reminiscing about her own situation with past bondment with her family.. Past family.

After a while, Jinx had finally abandoned her hands from covering her mouth to grab at Isha’s hands that were still scribbling away at her stomach. Finally showing her bright smile, it was like they were looking at Powder, and not Jinx. Seeing the little girl before she became a completely different person who was malnourished and mourned the loss of her family, and those who she thought had left her for who she was. They saw Powder. What a rare sight, huh?

“Ohohohkay!! Fohohor fuhucks sake! Stohohop, shihit!” Is all Jinx had said before dissolving in more breathy giggles, becoming more tired. With that, Sevika backed off, nodding to Isha to back off as well, then unwrapped her arm from Jinx’s neck to let her breathe.

Jinx gladly took in her well deserved breaths. Deciding to stay on the floor, she unintentionally invaded Sevika’s space like Sevika wasn't the one who invaded hers, she started to become annoyed, but decided not to comment.

“Gohodness, I will nehever mess with you guys again.. Shit! That was horrible." Jinx finally said, getting up and off of Sevika, thankfully for the older, who also got up as well.

“Yeah, well you better take your word for it, or I'll be the one targeting your stomach, kid." Sevika warned with a poke to Jinx’s stomach, causing her to flinch and cover where she had poked. She gave her a look, until turning to look at Isha who wore that same cheeky smile, never once did it leave her face.

“You're lucky miss space-invader over there is here to hold me back from getting my revenge on you!" Jinx jokingly warned with a finger pointed at the kid, earning a nervous chuckle from Isha. They did their signature handshake before Isha went off to do her own thing like always. Jinx eyed her before meeting eyes with Sevika once more.

“You like.. Completely changed into a new person when you laughed, it's kind of refreshing to hear someone let loose in a fucked up town we're under right now.” Sevika suddenly said, leaving Jinx stunned by her sincere words, and sudden attention. Her face flushed a bit once more.

“Well.. It's hard tryna keep my ego up when both people are attacking me, huh?” Jinx said, poking at Sevika’s side.

“Do you want a round two?" Sevika warned once again, perking up an eyebrow.

" NOPE! anyway, I'll go into town.. You know, Ekko might need me.” Jin said, darting out the Hideout to escape what she started once again.

Sevika only nodded her head from side to side with a chuckle. This kid.

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AWW THATS SO CUTE!!!

Rodger and Toodles in…

The Case of the Stolen Gift

Summary: Rodger takes a case to help Scraps find her lost birthday present, and Toodles tries her best to help.

A/N: Yep. I fell into Dandy’s World. It was bound to happen with my friend group and how cute the game is uwu But I’m testing out the fics here to see how people like them! Though this fic isn’t centered on tickles, there is a little bit of them! Besides, this idea was just cute-

The rules still apply, no minors interact with this please. Though these are childlike ideas, and would fit fine in a children’s program, as these are cartoons, without confirmed ages, I still prefer no minors. Thank you.

Anywhosums, hope you enjoy!

CW: Fluff, interrogation, bits of Lee!Glisten, Ler!Toodles, and Lee!Rodger mentions, Father-daughter fluff

(NO SHIPS!)

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Rodger let out a little sigh as he worked on papers in his room. He loved investigating and solving mysteries, but it was the field work he loved the most. He was practical, smart, and straight-forward, but he loved exploring, gathering information, and getting his hands dirty. Then again, there was a sense of calm to doing paperwork…

“Rodger!”

And it was ruined.

Rodger jumped slightly, a few of the papers on his desk slipping to the floor. The toon who burst into his room screaming was Scraps. A toon he was alright with. She was kind, yet feisty. Which made sense, as she was an origami cat. Rodger picked up the papers that fell to the ground.

“Scraps, I am a little busy…” He groaned.

“I know, Rodger… but I need your help!” Scraps cried. “You know how my brother Goob’s birthday is tomorrow?”

Rodger nodded. “Yes, I already have my gift ready for him. It’s a new painting smock for him that fully covers his arms. I know how hard it is for him to clean them sometimes.”

“You might have your gift, but that’s why I’m here! Mine was stolen!” Scraps exclaimed.

Now that got Rodger’s attention.

“What?” He properly looked at Scraps, and grabbed his notepad.

“It was awful!” Scraps whined, her pink ears flattening. “I had it hidden under my bed, and it took forever to get my present right!” Rodger nodded, writing it down, his eye meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure you’re distraught, Scraps. Tell me what happened.” He said, holding his notepad below his magnifying glass head.

“Well…” Scraps started. “Last night, I finished wrapping it while Goob was hanging out with Teagan. I hid it under my bed, and covered it with a towel to make sure my brother didn’t see it.”

Rodger nodded and wrote along as Scraps continued.

“I checked to make sure it was still there before I went to bed. And after I woke up the next morning. Then, Flutter called me over to help her make a cover for a book of poetry she was writing. Of course I was happy to help. But when I got back and checked under my bed again, it was gone!”

Rodger finished writing all of that down, and nodded again.

“I see… And what did you get for him?” Scraps whispered her present for Goob to him, and he nodded. “Well, not to worry, Scraps. I’ll find your birthday present for Goob. And before his party, too.” He assured the paper cat.

“But his party is tomorrow!” Scraps cried. “It’ll be really hard to find it in time!”

“I’ve always loved a challenge, Scraps.” Rodger chuckled as he escorted Scraps out of his room. He left as well, but not before grabbing a binder.

‘Another birthday present stolen.’ Rodger thought. ‘That’s the fourth one in two months. One for Sprout’s birthday, Tisha’s, and Poppy’s… There’s clearly a pattern. But what would anyone gain from stealing birthday presents? Other than making other Toons feel like awful friends?’

As Rodger pondered, he didn’t notice a little eight ball walking down the hall. But she noticed him. She knew that look in his eye… He had taken a new case! This was her chance!

“Hi, Rodger!” She cried.

Rodger yelped again, sighing. What was it with people startling him today? Thankfully, he didn’t drop anything.

“Well, if it isn’t the junior detective.” Rodger calmed down when he realized it was Toodles.

Rodger had always had an interesting bond with Toodles. He was created long before her, as Toodles was one of the last of the Toons created. She bonded with him immediately, much to his chagrin. But he quickly felt a strong attachment to her. Like she was his own…

‘No need to dwell on that, Rodger…’ The detective thought.

“You’re doing another case, aren’t you? Can I help this time? Can I? Please?” Toodles begged, giving him puppy eyes that could put Pebble to shame.

“Put those eyes away, Toodles.” Rodger said in a gentle tone. “I think you’re ready to help me with this case.”

“Really?!” Toodles cried excitedly, rushing up to his side faster than lighting.

“But,” Rodger quickly added. “I am going to teach you and guide you. So you can learn how to be a wonderful detective. Got it?”

Toodles quickly nodded. Rodger rubbed his hand over the eight ball’s head.

“Now, suit up, little detective. We’ve got a thief to catch.”

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Rodger filled Toodles in on the case, and she was of course willing to help. She liked Scraps, and no one deserved to have gifts they worked so hard to make, or find, taken. She was happy to aid Rodger in finding the thief and getting the present back.

One thing the detectives had to consider was keeping Goob out of the room he shared with Scraps, so they could investigate the room, without spoiling his birthday surprise. Thankfully, that was easy. Poppy and Boxten invited him to play with them, so they could check for evidence without any interruption.

“Now, little detective, the key to finding evidence is to observe your surroundings, and look for anything that may indicate someone except for Goob or Scraps was here…” Rodger explained.

Toodles nodded, and got down on her hands and knees to look around the room for clues, while Rodger searched the tables, closets, and shelves. Whoever snuck into the room had to have left something to indicate their presence…

“Found something!” Toodles exclaimed.

She pulled the towel that Scraps used to hide the present from under the bed. It was a simple white towel, in order to not draw attention to it. She stood up, and handed it to Rodger.

“Well done, Toodles.” Rodger took the towel, and pet the little detective on the head, making her giggle.

Rodger inspected the towel closely, and noticed something on it. A pink, glittery dust on the fabric. It wasn’t plain glitter, there was plenty of that in the room, the craft siblings loved glitter. But it was too fine and dusty, like powder.

It was makeup. And there was only one Toon in the museum who wore that much pink makeup…

“Glisten.” Rodger muttered. “Well, little detective, we’ve got a lead.” Toodles smiled mischievously.

“Let’s go, Rodger!” She cried. Rodger nodded.

“We’ve got a mirror to question.”

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Glisten, the vain mirror Toon, was in his room, busy looking through his closet at the time. He needed a beautiful, but not too distracting, outfit for Goob’s birthday party tomorrow. Of course he still loved attention and praise for his looks, but he wasn’t going to take all of it away from Goob. It was his birthday, after all.

“No, no… Blazer jackets are so last season.” Glisten muttered to himself. “I need something that makes a statement. Something that will add a splash of color to Goob’s party- Oh, that’s it! Something colorful would be perfect!” Glisten dug through his closet. “And it will match flawlessly with the leg warmers I’ll give to him!”

Glisten then pulled out a pink shirt with a light blue gradient on the sleeves. It had flared sleeves and glitter around the collar.

“This is perfect!” He cried. “And I can wear my blue bow tomorrow to match it!”

He hung that and the shirt on a hook next to his bed. He then heard a knock on his door. He gasped, and pulled out a compact mirror to check if his makeup was messy. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

“Come in!” He called. The door opened, and Toodles entered the room.

“Toodles, darling!” Glisten smiled, and knelt down in front of her. “I’m afraid we can’t do makeovers today, I still have to go over to Razzle and Dazzle’s room to help them rehearse… And I have to look for something I lost.”

“I’m not here for makeovers, Glisten.” Toodles said in a serious voice, as Rodger entered the room behind her.

“We need some answers.” Rodger added. Glisten’s eyes widened, and he stood up, dusting himself off.

“Rodger!” He cried, taking a breath. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today! I thought you were getting ready for Goob’s party, like everyone else!”

“I am, in my own way.” Rodger said. “Scraps is missing her birthday present for her brother, and we found your makeup on the towel she hid it with.” He let out a little growl. “Why were you in their room?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Glisten backed up until he bumped into his bed. He leaned against it, nervous at Rodger and Toodles staring him down. He loved to be stared at, but not like this…

“Glisten, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way.” Rodger sternly spoke. “Boxten did happen to give me a way to make you talk after all.” Toodles smirked as he said that.

“I really wanna know if he’s right!” Toodles added.

Glisten gulped. He was backed in a corner… but he couldn’t let them find out why he was in the craft siblings’ room.

“Look, even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t…” He begged. “It wouldn’t be right of me to spoil it!”

“It also wouldn’t be right to steal a birthday present.” Rodger retorted. Glisten gasped.

“You think I stole it?” The vain mirror cried. “I would never do that to her! I may be self centered, but I’m not cruel!”

Rodger glared, but his eyes closed, and he took a deep breath.

“Fine. Then we’re doing this the hard way.” He said calmly. “Go on, Toodles.”

“Yay!” The eight ball grabbed onto Glisten, and clung to his midsection like a koala. Glisten yelped, and fell backwards onto the bed, being careful not to hurt her.

“H-hey!” The mirror cried. “What are you doing?!”

He tried to pull her off without harming her by mistake, but the girl had a really strong grip. Glisten then yelped again when he felt Toodles’ hands scribble up and down his sides and back, and rubbing where her nose would be over his stomach. Glisten tried not to react, but since he was really ticklish, he really couldn’t, and he burst out laughing.

“L-let go of me! That tickles!” Glisten laughed, as he tried not to struggle too much out of worry of hurting her, but it was very hard.

“Better get to talking then, Glisten. She can do this all day. Believe me, I know...” Rodger shivered as he watched Toodles tickle the mirror. But he had to admit, it was really entertaining to watch.

Looks like Boxten wasn’t lying.

After a minute, Glisten cracked, though not literally.

“Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” Glisten waved the white flag. Toodles was a ruthless tickler. Everyone who was friends with her could vouch for that.

“Alright, little detective, that’s enough. Let him go.” Rodger said. Toodles nodded, and mostly got off of Glisten. She still sat on his knees, however.

“If you hold back details, I’ll tickle you again!” She giggled mischievously.

“I won’t, I promise!” Glisten gulped. He knew Toodles wasn’t the type to go back on her word.

Rodger grabbed a chair, and sat down in front of the bed. He held up his notepad, his eye narrowing.

“Look…” Glisten began. “I did take Scraps’ present from under her bed. Gigi told me that Scraps couldn’t get her present wrapped correctly, so I went to retrieve it while she was busy. I did it so I could wrap it properly, and make it as beautiful as the gift I wrapped.” His eyes widened when Rodger glared at him.

“But I was going to give it back! I don’t have it anymore, I swear!” The mirror cried. “I ran out of glitter, so I went get some more from the art cabinet! But when I came back, it was gone!”

“Why would Gigi tell you Scraps couldn’t wrap her gift right?” Rodger pondered. “Why would that be her business?”

I-I don’t know, I promise! I just wanted to help Scraps!” He was nervous Toodles would think that he was lying.

Rodger nodded, taking a deep breath. He finished writing everything in his notepad.

“Let him go, Toodles. We have a certain capsule to confront.” He stood up.

Toodles smiled slightly, and poked Glisten in the stomach again, making him squeak.

“We can still do makeovers after Goob’s party tomorrow, right?” Toodles asked cheerfully. Glisten nodded.

“Sure, not a problem, darling…”

Toodles giggled, and got off Glisten, following Rodger out of the room.

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Gigi was putting away a few things she had gathered in her room. Her room was a big mess, but it was her mess. At least, that was what she told Tisha. She had a bunch of junk or items she took from other Toons scattered around in various piles. It was completely organized to her.

“Let’s see… Poppy’s new soda flavors can go in the edible pile, and the limited edition candy wrappers can go in the foil pile.” The capsule muttered under her breath.

The capsule heard a knock on her door, and when she opened it, her eyes widened. She never really got along that well with Rodger, so him coming to see her with Toodles right behind him must be for a reason.

“Oh, um… Hey there, Rodger.” Gigi laughed nervously. “Care to see a few new items I got for my collection?”

“I’m not here for observing, Gigi.” Rodger said firmly. “Care to explain why you told Glisten that Scraps couldn’t wrap her gift right? Why is that your business?”

Gigi’s eyes widened. That prissy mirror told them? Oh, she had a lot of strong words for that vain, overconfident piece of glass…

“Rodger, it’s not what it sounds like, i-it really isn’t…” Gigi stuttered.

“Then what does it sound like?” Toodles cried suddenly. “Maybe it sounds like you set Glisten up to steal Scraps’ present!”

“Now, Toodles…” Rodger put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s not jump to conclusions.” He knew Toodles was right, but he wanted Gigi to admit it herself.

Gigi took a deep breath. She opened the capsule top in her head, and pulled out a box overly covered in glitter and pink.

“Fine… it was me.” She admitted.

Gigi handed the present to Rodger, and the magnifying glass handed it to Toodles to hold. She smiled brightly, and kept it safe. She knew how special birthday presents were.

“Flutter needing Scraps to help make a book cover was the perfect way to get that present, wasn’t it?” Rodger said. “And you knew you couldn’t get in there without leaving an obvious trail, and you knew Glisten couldn’t resist dolling up Scraps’s gift, so you sent him to retrieve it, so you could get it from his room…”

Gigi nodded. “Yeah… And I knew Scraps would get the perfect present for Goob, she’s his sister.”

“I just don’t understand.” Rodger pondered. “Why did you do it? Don’t you have plenty of items for your collection? And stealing birthday presents is just… cruel.”

“I know…” Gigi sighed. “But I didn’t take it for me. I took it for Goob. Scraps knew exactly what Goob wanted, and I don’t. And I can’t give up anything from my collection due to sentimental reasons.” She looked down in shame. “I want Goob to have a wonderful birthday, so I wanted to give him a present I knew he’d like…”

“But why take someone else’s present and not give your own?” Rodger asked.

“Because…” Gigi wrapped her sweater covered arms around herself. “I want my friends to have a good birthday by giving them something they like. But I never know what to get them… So getting gifts from others to pass off as my own feels like the only way.”

“It’s not, Gigi.” Toodles piped up. “It doesn’t matter what the present is, or how valuable it is. It’s the thought that counts, and the love you put into it.” She smiled a bit. “Take the gift I made for Goob for example. It’s just a drawing of me playing with him, but I know he’ll love it! Because I worked hard and put love into it!”

Gigi thought for a moment. “Maybe you’re right.” Gigi muttered. “But even if that’s true, I still don’t know what to do for him. It’s hard to get creative.” She sighed.

“Well…” Rodger’s eye caught something in Gigi’s collection. It was a pack of glittery stickers.

“Why don’t you start small?”

He picked up the pack of stickers, and handed them to the capsule. Gigi stared at them, a little confused.

“You want me to give these to Goob?” Gigi asked. Rodger nodded.

“They’re small, thoughtful, and he’d like them.” Rodger explained. “I know you struggle to give things away since you like keeping them… But everyone can start somewhere.”

Gigi thought about it. It was true, her hoarding was becoming a problem. Tisha wouldn’t even talk to her anymore due to how messy her room was, and so many Toons were upset that she kept their stuff. Maybe this was a good idea. Good for everyone.

“Okay… I’ll try, Rodger. And… tell Scraps I’m sorry for stealing her present.”

“You can tell her that yourself at Goob’s party.” Rodger said firmly, but without ill intent. He slowly left the room, Toodles skipping behind him.

Scraps was walking down the hall, and she saw Rodger and Toodles in front of her. She walked over to them, a little nervous.

“Rodger! Toodles!” She cried. “Great to see you. Have you found my gift yet?” Toodles nodded.

“We did!” The eight ball held up the neat, glittery present box for Scraps.

Scraps let out a delighted purr, and took the present from Scraps. She took a peek inside, and her gift was still in there, and perfectly intact. She trilled happily.

“Oh, thank you!” She gave Rodger a hug, then bent down to give one to Toodles. “Thank you so much! This means so much to me!”

“All in a day’s work, Scraps.” Rodger chuckled. Toodles nodded.

“And in a junior detective’s work, too!” She piped up. Scraps laughed and rubbed Toodles’ head.

“You both did great. Now, you two better get ready for the party tomorrow. I’ll make sure Sprout and Cosmo can get you both extra cake!” Scraps then rushed back to her room.

Rodger looked down at Toodles, a gentle look in his eye.

“You did wonderful, Toodles. Finding the evidence, getting answers from Glisten, and making sure the property was returned to its owner. You’re a great little detective.”

Toodles felt a rush of excitement in her heart. She rushed to Rodger, and gave him a hug that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He chuckled, and returned it. Toodles then smirked slightly, and looked up at the magnifying glass.

“You do realize you essentially told Glisten that I tickled you all day one time, right?” She asked playfully. Rodger rolled his eye, but still was obviously cheerful.

“He doesn’t know the full story, and I intend to keep it that way.”

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The next day, Goob’s birthday party was in full swing. After he blew out his candles, and Sprout and Cosmo handed out pieces of cake, Goob went through the gifts the other Toons got for him. He loved every single one, whether they were toys, art supplies, or just cards with drawings. It was the thought that counted.

Finally, he got to Scraps’ present. He was saving it for last, as he knew his sister would give him something wonderful. His arms were a little difficult to manage sometimes. They were great for hugs… not much for opening things.

“Need help with that, Goob?” Cosmo offered. The fluffy craft shook his head.

“No, I got it!” He cried. “It’s hard to get it open without messing with the paper too much! It’s too pretty to destroy!”

Glisten chuckled. He knew helping Scraps was a good idea. Even if Gigi set him up.

Goob finally got the gift open after a minute of trying. He gasped slightly at its contents. It was a wonderfully knit pair of mittens. One was red with a blue heart on the palm, and the other was blue with a red heart on the palm. And on the back of the mittens were silhouettes of the craft siblings. Scraps got up from her chair after finishing her slice of cake to help him put them on.

“Wow, sis! I love them!” Goob cried. “They’re so warm and comfy! Perfect for winter!” He said excitedly. Scraps smiled.

“Yeah, well… they’re for more than that.” Scraps admitted. “I noticed you’re… a bit scared to give hugs to the more fragile Toons. Like Poppy and Looey for example.” She took a little breath. “So I made sure they were extra soft so you wouldn’t risk popping or harming them in any way.”

Goob was silent for a moment, before little tears formed in his eyes. He then stretched his arms to wrap around his sister’s middle, and pulled her into the tightest, warmest hug he could muster.

“I love them, I love them!” He cried in an ecstatic, overjoyed tone. “Thank you, thank you!” Scraps laughed as Goob hugged her.

“Easy, little bro!” She joked. “You’ll make my tail crumple!”

As Scraps promised, Toodles and Rodger both got an extra slice of cake for their help. Toodles was happy, but Rodger packed his extra slice for later. While everyone was mingling and playing party games, Gigi walked over to Rodger and Toodles.

“Um… I just wanted to thank you both.” Gigi said nervously. “I’m really glad Goob liked the stickers. And you’re both right… I shouldn’t take other people’s gifts just to regift and impress others. I’m sorry.”

“At least you learned your lesson.” Rodger said. “And that improvement won’t appear overnight. Just start small, like we talked about.”

“Right.” Flutter then pulled Gigi away to play a game. Toodles grinned at Rodger.

“Does this mean I’m your full-time junior detective?” Toodles asked cheerfully. Rodger chuckled.

“I think you need to help with a few more cases before you get there.”

[sfwticklee]

YES.

"Just admit it!" (Dandy's World tickle fic)

A/N: No Lee Rudie fics? I'll fix that, thank you very much (my motivation to write fics at almost fucking midnight is wild—)

Him combo'd with ler Bobette have been gyrating in my mind since.. a long time, so uh... Yeah. Also, look out for mentioned/implied Lee Bobette and Lee Ginger

Keep in mind, just cuz it's not Christmas doesn't mean I'll stop rudieposting... heh...

Plot: Bobette is trying to get toy ideas, so she goes to ask Rudie. That's where she makes a... rather interesting discovery—and decides to exploit the living hell out of it.

~🦌🎁~

It was a snowy day outside Gardenview. Of course it was, it's December after all. The month of the holidays!

Inside, Bobette was walking hurriedly around the area with a large box that had some toys inside. Her dog, Coal, was asleep next to the peppermint chair she usually sits on.

She places these toys on the table nearby. "Phew!" The bauble put her hands on her hips and said, "A job well done! Now... what do I make this time?" Bobette asked herself.

She asked Ginger. Maybe she should make a toy oven, the cookie says. That wouldn't end well, the bauble thought. So despite the measures that would be taken, that idea was scrapped.

Ginger is a good friend, of course! She's just a tad bit worse at ideas than everyone else, and that's why she's not asked frequently.

Or maybe... a toy sleigh! That can work! But... she tried to make that many a time, and no matter what, nothing just sparked her eye in the right way. So it was scrapped too, but one day, it would be a reality.

Bobette had an idea, maybe she can make her friends suggest some toys! So she headed off to the place where she knew she would get some really good ideas for them.

Rudie was untangling the Christmas lights from his body.... again. They shone as he removed them, the lights as bright as his nose. Of course, his peppermint-looking antlers stood out as always. He was almost done with that, and that's when Bobette entered his room.

"Rudieee! Hellooo!"

"Oh hi Bobette! Did you know it's Christmas?", the reindeer asked as the Christmas lights finally fell off of him, practically glowing bright with excitement.

"Of course I did, silly." She said, smiling. "Any good ideas you got?"

He knew the drill, practically giggling to himself as his tail wagged and he said "Oh boy.."

"How about a rocket, or a doll? A bicycle! A unicycle, even! Oh, oh! What about—" Bobette took notes fast, watching as Rudie kept on talking about toys she should craft, like a yo-yo, or maybe even some building blocks.

"Okay, that's enough! Thanks Rudie!", she said, giggling as she did the reflex thing: giving his side a playful poke, causing a flinch and a muffled squeal to exit his mouth. The reindeer swore a shiver ran down his spine.

Wait. Did she see (or hear) that correctly? Or was she just imagining things? The bauble decided to try again, but in a panic the reindeer slapped her hand away. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he was too embarrassed to state something about it.

"D-Don't do that! It's... It..." Rudie hesitated to finish his words, his ears going lower, and his face going a shade of red, though not as bright as his own nose. Said nose flickered slightly as he said this, akin to a broken LED light.

Bobette started to register this. Carefully. Methodically. In a calculating way, even. And then, the cogs in her head started to spin. And once realization dawned, she smirked.

...Oh no.

Oh NO.

But to her, it was oh YES.

There has got to be a way to avoid this fate for himself, the reindeer thought. There simply has to be!

If the bauble gets the gist even once, he's as good as done. But too bad for him, she almost instantly got the gist.

After all the times she was wrecked by him. After every ticklish piece of torment both she and Ginger had to endure. After all those days, it was finally her time to shine. It was finally payback time.

And it was about to be glorious.

Too bad for him, because his ticklishness?

Hoo boy.

Her smirk simply stayed in her face as she giggled. "You think I didn't notice? The fact it tickles?~"

"Uh... uhm..." The reindeer looked back at the closed door, and put his hands up in defense. "L-Listen Bobby," He said his voice shaking as he managed a shaky smile, "we can talk about thi—"

"Oho, there's no talking now." The bauble would rub her hands together and wiggle her fingers with a wide, menacing smirk. "Hope you're readyyy...~" she stated in a sing-song tone that made him panic.

Rudie stepped back, going against a wall. He tried to dodge every tickly attack, but Bobette didn't give up till she finally got him., right on the stomach.

"Pff—"

It was a matter of seconds before he was a giggling mess, flailing on the floor. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Gotcha! Now to amp this up~" The bauble did her tickles in a more fast manner, causing his legs to kick, he struggled to get out of her grasp. But she was strong, capable of making sure he stays. Plus, his laughter was adorable. She couldn't stop now after making this discovery!

"NAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Now now. Stop moving, or I'll getcha on your melt spot~", she said as her fingers started hovering over to his hooves, but not going there instantly. "These cute little hoovesies right here~"

That's what she thought. And somehow, she was right. The mere mention of... THAT place made him squirm even more. "NOHO, WAHAIT! I'M SOHORRY!" *snort* "PLEHEASE!" *snort*

Bobette froze the second he let that out. Was she hearing things right or was that a...?!

"Oh my gosh." She smiled as her eyes shone. "You snort?! Ooh, like a little piggy! That's SO cute!"

That immediately made the bauble want to tickle the reindeer more. Oh, did Rudie want to sink into the ground and dissapear upon hearing that.

And just like that, she buried herself on his stomach and did a raspberry right there. The reindeer did nothing but let out a loud shriek.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" *snort* "STAHAHAHAHAP!!"

But Bobette simply went to town, her fingers now circling Rudie's sides and not seeming to stop anytime soon. His legs kicked like their lives depended on it as she continued to tickle him.

"Uh uh uh. I'll only do that if you say it~", she responded to his pleas in a singsong tone, making him redder than his own nose in a matter of seconds.

"SAHAY WHAHAT?!"

And that's when she dropped the bomb, said bomb making him metaphorically explode.

"Just admit it! You're a ticklish reindeer~"

No.

No.

Hell no.

No way he's saying THAT.

"NOHOHOHO—" *snort* "IHI'M NOHOHOHOT!"

"Resistant, eh? Let's see how you react to THIS!~"

The bauble simply grabbed one of his legs and tickled one of the hooves. Let's just say he was gone, for that? That was the final straw.

The squeal that exited him was shrill, loud, and caused him to desperately bang his fist against the ground.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAH—" *snort* "NOT THEHERE! PLEHEHEHASEE!"

"Aww, what's wrong?~ Did I find your melt spot?~"

Rudie just squealed. Then Bobette got an idea, she got down, and did one raspberry on his stomach as she went to town on his hypersensitive hoof.

"OKAHAY! OKAHAY! IHI'M A TIHICKLISH REINDEER!! HAHAPPY?!"

"There we go." She smiles. "I'll just do it for.... A bit longer~ Your laugh is already cute on its own, but it's WAY cuter than before when I go here~"

"NOOOOOOOOHOHOHO!!"

After about five more minutes (which felt like HOURS for Rudie), Bobette finally stopped, letting him catch his breath for once.

"Hmpf... yohou're.. soho... mehehean..." He said in residual giggles, hating how mean she was when it was him. Like a whole different breed of toon when it came to him. She only smirked and said,

"Well, I'm just being nice!"

But deep down, the bauble was so excited she thought, ("Ginger HAS to know about this!")

If the cookie got word, he was beyond done, and we all know what that means: his reign was going to end very, very soon.

And he just hopes that day NEVER comes.

But Bobette? She and Ginger wanted exactly that and more.

Much, MUCH more.

~🦌🎁~

A/N #2: BOY did I cook with this one. I love revenge tickles, ain't nothing better than revenge tickles

[sfwticklee]

I NEED A FOLLOW UP

Mic Check

(sfw tickle fic)

Glisten wants a mic. Vee says no. Chaos ensues.

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Lees: Vee/Glisten

Lers: Glisten/Vee

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Another gameshow finally done!

Vee was backstage, cleaning away the mess from her show.

After that craft sibling managed to win yet another show, the confetti machines got busted and one managed to explode, much to Vee’s dismay.

Imaginary sweat dripped off Vee’s forehead as she brushed away the confetti from the floor.

She could ask Tisha for help of course, but she knew she would decline.

Plus she didn’t really want to see the tissue box after being stuck in a run with her.

Her high pitched, grating voice complaining about every speck of dust on each floor was enough to set her off.

Nearly done with cleaning, Vee started to feel relieved that this day was nearly over and that she could go back to her room to recharge. 

But suddenly.

“Ooh VeeEEEeeeEEeee~”

Vee’s heart dropped as she heard a high pitched, grating voice behind her. But this voice wasn’t Tisha’s.

It was that mirror.

“Helloooo my bestest friend in the world! You know, you did SO good today!” 

Glistens voice trailed on and on, going on about the gameshow and how ‘well’ Vee composed herself on stage.

He seemed sincere but Vee knew otherwise.

“What do you want, Glisten?”

“Oh, so cold! I’m surprised theres no snow in here!” Glisten giggled, before turning serious.

“Look, I need a mic.”

“Again?!” Vee sighed as she turned around.

“Yes! Toodles wants me to do karaoke with her but I can’t show off my BEAUTIFUL voice to its full potential without a mic! That would be just awful!” 

Glisten dramatically sighed.

Vee stared at Glisten, her brow lowering.

“Glisten, i’ve just put away all the mics in one of these boxes, but I can’t remember which one. So I’m going to have to open allllll these boxes again just to look for a mic that you’ll probably break in five minutes.”

Vee opened the door to the storage area behind her, revealing hundreds of crammed boxes, all neatly stacked together.

“Oh thanks, Vee. You’re a doll! Try not to take too long though!”

Vee sighed.

“I think you misunderstood, i’m not getting you a mic.”

Glisten stared at Vee with wide eyes.

“Comeeee onnnn Vee!”

“I said no, and thats that. Please leave as i’m nearly done cleaning.”

Nonchalantly, Vee turned her back to Glisten, blatantly ignoring the puppy dog eyes, which disappeared as soon as her back turned.

“You know what, fine! I can just take this one then! I’m assuming its detachable?”

Before Vee realised what Glisten was doing, she felt a light tug at her tail.

Unfortunately she couldn’t stop a small giggle escape from her lips, quickly disguising it with a cough. She quickly snapped around.

“Don’t touch that!”

“Hm?”

Glisten heard Vee make a weird noise, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

Glisten gazed at Vee, his grip on the mic not loosening.

“N-no! The tail is not detachable! You can let go now!”

Vee tried to hide the desperation in her voice. She can NOT let anyone find out that her tail is ticklish. 

Especially not Glisten.

“Are you sure? Why do you have so many mics around if you can just use this one?”

Glisten tapped on the edge of the mic lightly. This time Vee couldn’t hide her snort.

Glisten stopped in his tracks.

“Wait.”

His smile started to grow. Vee felt her stomach drop.

“Oh, I am never going to shut up about this!” Glisten started to lightly scratch on the mic.

Vee looked away from Glisten as she held in her laughter.

She was not going to let him win.

“Awh, whats wrong, darling? Ticklish?”

Glisten cooed as Vee felt her face heat up.

“O-of course n-not! Robots can’t be ticklish!”

Vee stood as still as she could, not letting Glisten see that he was getting to her, hoping that he would give up.

“Hm, I think you’re lying…”

Glisten sped up the tickling and Vee started squirming around, before she suddenly snapped around and lunged at Glisten. 

Glisten quickly yanked her tail, which caused Vee to fall to the ground.

“Oopsies!” Glisten giggled as he suddenly started scratching the handle of the mic.

Unable to get up due to the overwhelming ticklish sensation and all hope lost, laughter finally escaped the tv’s lips.

“GYEHAHAHAHAHA STAHP THAHAHT YOU STUHUHUPID MIRROHOHOR”

Vee cackled loud and hard, rolling around the floor, trying to reach out to her mic.

“Aw, Veeeeeee! Thats not very nice!” Glisten chuckled as he watched the ever so cocky and confident tv be reduced to such laughter.

“THIHIHS ISN’T FAHAHAHIR!”

Vee was practically screaming with laughter, oh the embarrassment she felt.

“Tell you what, dear.”

Glisten slowed the tickling.

“I’ll stop AND I won’t tell anyone else about this..IF you get me a mic.”

Vee glared at Glisten. Oh how she wanted to wipe that smirk of his face.

“I tohohohld you nohohoho!”

“Suit yourself!”

Glisten didn’t hesitate as he sped up the torture again. 

Suddenly, something caught his eye. 

The brush Vee has been cleaning with came into view and Glisten had a devious idea.

“Hm, it seems theres dust on your mic, darling! You need to take better care of it!”

Glisten picked up the brush and before Vee could object, he slid the brush all over her tail.

“OHOHH MY GOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT!”

If Vee could cry, she would. This was too much.

“D’awww, the ever so famous Vee Version 1, defeated by some tickles…” Glisten teased. 

Vee couldn’t take it anymore.

“OKAYAHAHAH OKAHAHAHY I’LL GIVE YOHOHOHU THE STUHUHUPID MIC!”

With those words. Glisten abruptly stopped the torture, and let go of her tail.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

Glisten beamed as Vee slowly got up, still shaky.

“Go to hell.” 

“Gladly, and i’ll see you there!”

Vee gave herself a couple minutes to compose herself, before making her way to the storage room.

“Oh, and you’ll have to be quick! Toodles is probably wondering where I am. She probably misses me so much!”

The audacity. Vee had enough.

“You know, I was talking to Rodger the other day. He told me something really interesting.”

“Honey i’m sorry but unless its about me I don’t care.”

“Oh its about you alright.”

Vee suddenly pounced on Glisten. 

“W-What are you doing?!”

Glisten tried to push Vee off him, to no avail.

“Rodger told me that a certain someone had really sensitive sides…”

Vee started to scribble her fingers all over Glisten’s sides. He squealed. 

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHE VEEHEHEHE NOHEHEHE” 

Glisten kicked his legs around and slammed his arms down.

“I’M SORREHEHEHEHY”

“An apology isn’t going to cut it.”

Vee smirked as she started squeezing his sides. Glisten was in hysterics. 

“PLEAHEHEHEHESE NOT THEREHEHEHEEHEHE!”

Glisten had tears in his eyes. The tough exterior he showed off earlier had completely shattered.

“Tickle tickle!”

This went on for a while before Vee finally gave a proposal.

“How about I stop, IF you stop pestering me about this mic AND you promise not to tell anyone about this.”

“OKAYEHEHEHE FINEHEHEHE!”

Glisten was an easy mirror to crack, and Vee knew this.

After a few more seconds, she stopped the torment and helped Glisten up.

“The ever-so perfect Glisten, defeated by some tickles!”

Vee mocked, smirking as Glisten composed himself.

“Oh shush…”

Deflated, Glisten was ready to leave, before Vee grabbed his arm.

“Y’know, maybe you should get a mic, after all this trouble…”

Glisten looked up at her.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Assuming you can find one.”

Vee pointed to the storage room.

“Wait, but-“

“I’m tired, so I’m gonna go and recharge, feel free to lock the door behind you when you’re done!”

Vee tossed the keys to Glisten.

“Oh and make sure to tidy up afterwards, you wouldn’t want to make me anymore mad.” 

Vee smiled smugly before leaving.

Glisten stood there, staring at the hundreds of boxes before him.

“…Oh i’m SO telling everyone about this.”

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Another fic with Glisten, can you tell he is my fave lmaooo

Anyways I hope you enjoyed!

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OMFG YES

ᗪOᑎ'T ᒪᗴT Tᕼᗴ ᗷᗩᒪᒪOOᑎ TOᑌᑕᕼ Tᕼᗴ ᘜᖇOᑌᑎᗪ!

Ler!Yatta

Lee!Looey

Mentioned characters: Blot

Warnings: Tickle fluff

Summary: Looey and Yatta decide to play a usual game! However, Yatta accidentally causes some giggly chaos..

Ik I said I was gonna make a ler!Sprout lee!Cloudia, but I LOVE these 2 💔💔

Yatta and Looey were practicing some circus acts, Blot currently taking a rest in their room. Looey was juggling, having to retry every few seconds due to being a little rusty. Yatta was balancing on a tightrope, accidentally falling into the net under it. "Darn!"

Looey paused, catching the rubber balls. The balloon toon turned towards Yatta, giving her a thumbs up. "Awh, don't worry Yatta! I'm sure you'll get the hang of it!" Yatta nodded at Looey, climbing out of the net and landing on her feet. "...I'm BOOOORED!" She complained, pouting.

Looey hummed in thought. "We could take a break and play a game instead!" The hyperactive toon gasped, stars forming in her eyes for a split second. "Yes! LET'S DO IT!!"

Looey put the rubber balls away, eventually spawning beside his friend again. He tapped his foot, rubbing his chin. "Hm.." Before he could think of a game, Yatta snapped her fingers. "OH!! I got it! 'Don't Let the Balloon Touch the Ground!'" The clown chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Oohooh god, nohot that game!" Looey responded light-heartedly, chuckling again.

Yatta giggled mischievously, making grabby hands at him. "Get ready get ready GET READY!!!" Looey rolled his eyes, spreading his arms out, as if asking for a hug. The piñata immediately grabbed him, softly throwing him in the air. And, as expected, every time Looey slowly got a little too close to the ground, Yatta gently pushed him back up.

Even though Looey might've responded negatively, he actually enjoyed this as much as Yatta did. In fact, every time they played this game, they fell into full-on giggle fits. And that's what was happening at this very moment, the air filled with hysterical giggling.

However, something happened that hadn't happened in this common game before. As Yatta was bouncing her friend into the air, her finger accidentally slipped, grazing against the balloons' side. Looey flinched, letting out an indescribable noise. Yatta giggled for the hundredth time catching Looey and holding him. "Sohorry! My hand SLIPPED!! You GOOD!?"

Looey nodded. "U-Uhm...yeah!...yeah..aha.." Yatta tilted her head at his tone of voice, her wide smile fading into a frown. "Okay.." Her smile quickly returned, pushing him back into the air. Eventually, the same thing happened, a surprised giggle escaping this time. Yatta deadpanned, pausing the game again. "Okay something is DEFINITELY wrong!! TELL MEEE!!"

Looey's cheeks reddened up a little, his ears pinning against his head. "I-- Ihit's nothing! Really.." Yatta grumbled in mind irritation, her annoyance quickly fading as she thought of a theory. The candy-obsessed piñata looked at her bestie-bee's side, poking it once. Looey jumped, letting out yet another giggle as his tail shot up in alarm. Yatta's pupils dilated, a wide grin forming on her face. "Oh my god. YES."

"Oho, nonono--"

Yatta immediately began to (gently) dig her fingers into Looey's sides, who let out a small squeal. He quickly covered his mouth, squirming and giggling. The piñata pretended to be mad at this, wrapping her tails around his torso to keep him still. "HEY!!! No squirming~! Or else.", she playfully threatened, beginning to skitter her fingers on his stomach. Looey quickly curled up, crumbling into hysterical giggles. His tail wagged, Yatta's eyes lighting up at the sight. "Are you...ENJOYING THIS~!?"

Looey's eyes widened as he flushed, moving his hands to cover his face in embarrassment. "Uh..noHOHo..?" Yatta giggled yet again, bouncing a little in delight. "This is so CUTE!!" The acrobat continued, gently clawing as well. Looey squealed every few seconds, his legs kicking weakly. "NohOHO, Ihit's nohOHot!!"

Yatta came to a realization. Looey sounded like a literal balloon when he squealed. She giggled AGAIN, poking his stomach over and over again. She thought for a second, pulling his turtleneck collar a little. She gently rubbed the string that acted as his neck, Looey immediately falling into downright CACKLES! Yatta's eyes gleamed, spinning a little from the new find. "Did I just FIND SOMETHING!?"

Looey squirmed and kicked, but it was no use. Her tails were still wrapped around him; gentle, but firm. "P-PLEHEHEASE-- YAHAHATTAHAHA-!" Yatta ignored his protests, gently scratching instead. Looey was just..dying, is what you could call it. He thrashed and wriggled around as much as he could, his tail a blur at this point. His arms were trying to push her tails away, but, again, it was no use. Yatta stayed VERY stubborn.

Looey felt his ears get scratched, and became mildly confused. It felt really nice..but at the same time, it tickled, a LOT. He didn't know whether to melt or cackle and thrash...so he kinda did..both? In a way? Yatta was surprised by this reaction, peeking a little. "..oh! Ohohoho! Is THIS a CONFUSING spot~?" She teased lightly, scritching and scratching away.

"IHI-!? Aha-- AhahaHAAA--" As the author of this story, I cannot translate this. You figure it out..

Yatta laughed softly. "PFF-- I'm sohorry, WHAT~?" Looey flushed again, embarrassed at the fact that was all he was able to say at the moment. He wiped a small tear bead from his eye, Yatta taking this as a hint to stop. Her tails unwrapped from the balloon, Looey catching his breath in small giggles.

"You good?" Yatta pat Looey's head, the clown calming down a little. "Y-Yeheah.." The acrobat nodded, picking Looey up. "LET'S EAT CANDY!!" I'LL FORCE BLOT TO JOIN!!!"

"Pff--...sounds good, okay.."

<3

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OMFG BY FAR MY FAVORITE FIC EVER FOR DANDYS WORLD!!!!!

Art and fanfic inspo goes to @jarhrjoo

Thank you so much for letting me do this! Love your art!🫶

You're my friend!

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--Cheer up, Shrimpo! It's going to be okay!--

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|Lee - Shrimpo -- Ler - Goob|

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FT - Brightney, Poppy, Cosmo, Sprout, Finn, Looey, Teagan, Connie, & Rodger

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Mentioned - Boxten & Scraps

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×Shrimpo angst×

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Ships Included - Teacase (Teagan x Rodger, Romantic) AngryHugs (Shrimpo x Goob, Platonic)

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"I HATE YOUR LIGHT!! Shrimpo yelled at Brightney "Ugh! Don't you have anything better to do?!" Brightney turned around, her hands on her hips. "NO!" "Gee! Why are you such a burden?!"

Ouch.

"Your bow kinda makes you look ugly... just saying." Shrimpo mumbled to Poppy, rolling his eyes. "Well-- if it's so ugly-- take it!!" She put her bow on his head "Now you're ugly, Mr. Shrimp!" She laughed, shaking her head as Boxten just smiled, chuckling awkwardly.

Ouch..

"I hate things that float! This sucks!!" Shrimpo stomped his foot out of anger. "Um-- ehexCUSE you?" Connie spun around, putting her hand on her hips. "I wasn't talking to you!" "Then don't blabber your useless mouth!!" Connie huffed, floating away

Ouch...

"Ew-- this cupcake tastes awful..." Shrimpo muttered to himself. "Uh-- Sprout, don't--" Comso wrapped his arms around Sprout's arm. "No! If you hate it so much, why don't you just leave?! I'm sure nobody would notice!" Sprout snapped. "Sprout!!" Cosmos eyes widened.

Shut up...

Shrimpo looked down and picked up a thumbtack. "...When did this fall out?" Looey happened to walk by along with Finn. "AHH-! Not another thumbtack, Shrimpo!!" Looey jumped. "Wait--" Shrimpo got cut off. "Stay away!!" Looey screamed and ran "Wait! Looey! But Shrimpo didn't...-" Finn looked back to Looey, then Shrimpo. He gave the shrimp an apologetic glance before running after the balloon animal

What did I even do?..

Shrimpo was just walking around before he heard a scoff from Rodger. "Gonna insult my wife's dress again, ya prick?" Rodger asked, squinting his eye. Teagans eyes just widened. "Rodger! That isn't proper! He didn't even-- Shrimpo, I am so--" "Just leave me alone!!" Shrimpo stomped away

Everyone sucks...

I suck.

I'm awful...

Horrible...

I hate being myself...

Just leave me alone...

Shrimpo slammed his door shut, plopping on his bed and just crying into his pillow. This is the 8th time he's cried all week... Jesus Christ. This isn't fair. It's just how he was made... he didn't know how to change that. If he could, he would. Maybe... just maybe...

He'd finally have a friend?

Shrimpo woke up groggily. Looks like he's cried himself to sleep... again. He checked the time, 7 pm. He sighed tiredly and curled up in his bed. "Ugh... my head is pounding, eugh..." he got up, sliding over to his door as he went into the kitchen. Sprout and Cosmo were there, no surprise. Sprout looked at Shrimpo and glared. "Sprout." Cosmo warned, putting his hands ok his hips as Sprout just sighed. Shrimpo rolled his eyes, opened the cabinet, and grabbed some ibuprofen. He took a pill, washing it down with some soda before putting the bottle back in the cabinet, closing it shut. He took his soda, dragging his feet back to his room. He set his soda on his nightstand.

Meanwhile...

"Awh, gee... Sprout, Shrimpo looked so... sad!" Cosmo whined, looking at the hallway pitifully. "So?" Sprout huffed, stubborn. "So? Sprout, Shrimpo is still one of us! A toon! He may be rude, sure, but that doesn't mean acting like him." Comso scolded, slightly disappointed in his best friend. "I heard someone sad?" Goob popped out of nowhere, his hands dragging behind him. "Oh, Goob! Thank goodness. Yeah, Shrimpo's looked so... down lately. He's been... calm? This isn't like the shrimp we know. Somethings off... can you go cheek on him?" Cosmo turned around to talk to Goob, looking at him with his eyes filled with concern. "Oh... I don't know... he says he hates hugs!" Goob frowned, his cheeks puffing. "Awh, come onnn! Who can resist your little face?" Cosmo smiled, stretching Goob's cheeks out a bit, which made the fluffy craft giggle. "Hehe! Yeah... alright! I'll give it a shot!" Goob grinned, speed walking over to the rage room. Comso sighed in relief. "Hopefully, this'll work." Cosmo looked at Sprout with hope and a small sad smile. Sprout looked at his best friend with a sigh, giving the roll a small smile. "Me too, buddy... me too."

Goob walked over, knocking on the shrimps door. "Shrimpo? Shhhrrrrimppppoooo! It's me! Goob!!" Goob smiled as he called out to the rage stack. The door creaked open. "What ya want, fool?" "I wanna cheer you up? Pretty please? Can we talk?" ...Silence for a nice minute. "...Shrim--" "Fine. Just don't knock anything over with your fucking arms." Shrimpo growled, closing and unlocking the door. Goob chuckled nervously, sloppily moving his hand to his left arm as he walked in. He shut the door behind him and looked at the radioactive bomb. "Hey..." Goob waddled over, sitting next to him. Shrimpo just lied down, his head on his pillow as he crossed his arms. Goob frowned, placing his red hand on the shrimps shoulder. "...Wanna talk about it?" Shrimpo shook his head no. Goob hummed in thought. "Well, then, how am I supposed to help?" "You're the clingy one... you figure it out." Shrimpo replied sassily. Goob sighed, thinking. "Hmph... well, there's always ways to make others feel better! But, I like one in particular!" Before Shrimpo could even let out another breath, he got pulled into a hug on the crafts lap, his back up to the floof chest. "...What are you doing? You know I hate hugs." Goob giggled. "I know, you yelled it at me, many times, friend." Goob smiled. "...Friend?" "Yeah! Friend! Friends help each other, y'know." Shrimpo looked down and hummed. But, he was snapped out of his thoughts when Goob's extended arm-wire things looped around him. Shrimpo struggled but got his arms out. "Ugh! What are you doing?!" "Cheering you up!" Before he knew it, he felt two hands squeeze his sides.

"Pfft--! H-Hehehehey!" Shrimpo giggled out of surprise, curling up slightly. "Aww, this is the first time I've heard you laugh!" Goob cooed with a giggle. "Ahand the o-ohonly time! Gehehehehehee-- staaahahap!" "Definitely not the only time, goofball!" Goob giggled, his floof brushing against Shrimpo's back. "EEP-! Nahaho! Gohohohoob!!" Shrimpo squealed, now kicking his legs a bit. "Yes, silly? I'm just making you feel better!" "Nahahat wohohohohorking!" "Oh, I think it is!" Goob giggled, his hand slithering down to squeeze Shrimpo's knees. "ACK-- G-GoooHOHOHOHOHOooob!!" Shrimpo covered his face, curling his legs up, wiggling his feet up and down. "That's my name, don't wear it out!" Goob joked, squeezing Shrimpo's belly with one hand and his knees with the other. "GoHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOB!! STAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo snorted and squeaked once Goob's hand slid down to the Shrimps waist "Oooh! Did I find a spot? Did I find a spot?!" Goob teased in a high-pitched baby voice, making the fireball unbelievably flustered. "D-DOOOOHOHOHOHON'T-- OH FUHUHUHUHUCK!!" Shrimpo slammed his eyes shut, both legs kicking now. Too bad he couldn't exactly move. Damn extend-able long arms. "What foul language!" Goob chuckled, moving one of his hands up to the firecrackers underarms. "NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!" Shrimpo slammed his arms down to his sides. "Awww, look at your blushy face!~" "I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE THIS!!" "You hate everything..." Shrimpo just cackled, shaking his head. "Hmm.. I know Finn said this could be a bad spot--" Goob reached his free hand up to Shrimpo's tail (fin... thing? Yk, the thing on his head) and he SCREAMED. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT!!-- GOOB!- GOOOOHOHOHOHOB!!" Shrimpo had tears in his eyes, slightly squirming now. "Goodness me! Such a ticklish fella!" Goob giggled. "PLEHEHEHEASE!- I CAHAHA-- I CAAAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo pleaded, shaking his head rapidly as some tears ran down his face. "Feel better?" "YEHEHEHEHES-- SO- SOHOHOHOHO FILLED WITH JOHOHOHOHOHOY!!" Goob snickered. "Sarcastic..." He mumbled before stopping, still holding the shrimp in a hug. "Haah-... aaahaha..." Shrimpo huffed and panted. "The fuhuck?.." Shrimpo snorted, wiping his tears away. "Tired?" "Kihinda..." Goob smiled and rested Shrimpo down. "You're still my friend, y'know, I wasn't just saying that." Goob pulled his arms back in place. Shrimpo stayed silent for a minute before scoffing. "Whatever..."

The Next Morning...

Shrimpo walked in the kitchen with a yawn, rubbing his eye. Goob was talking with Scraps before noticing the angry ball of fire. "Shrimpo!" Goob extended his arms, grabbing Shrimpo and pulling him into a hug. "AH-! Hey! What gives?! I told you I hate your hugs!!" Shrimpo snapped out, trying but failing to get out of the grip. Goob chuckled. "You don't." Shrimpo paused for a minute before slumping his shoulders. "Shut up..."

♡End♡

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i turned way redder than I want to admit

The HEXiest 💅🏻

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PERFECT

Breached! (Cupid Parasite)

Heyo! This is the third and final part of what I'm calling the "Movie Night Madness" Trilogy! Allan, Gill and Raul as a little squad makes me so giddy, and we can't have those two getting it and now Raul! I hope y'all like it! :D

Summary: It's movie night once more, and Allan proposes an idea Gill can't refuse.

“We should tickle him, too.”

Gill turned to his companion with wide eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about but not quite believing it. “You mean Raul?”

“No, President Snail.” Allan quirked a brow, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. There was no real malice in it, though. “Yes, Raul. So far he’s gotten us both-” He paused, counting off his fingers. “Too many times. And yet we haven’t tried the revenge route once.”

“True.” Through all their movie nights, Gill was quick to learn Raul was one heck of a tickle monster. Both ruthless and merciful, he made it a point to tickle at least one of them during the film. Most of the time it was him that was targeted. “Is he even ticklish, though? What if he’s immune?”

“He’s not. At least, I want to believe he isn’t. Who knows, he might be as ticklish as you are.” A finger shot out and poked his side, making Gill jerk with a snicker. “If we get him together, he won’t stand a chance.”

“If he’s not ticklish, I’m sacrificing you.” The blonde narrowed his eyes some, retaliating with his own jab, making the other spasm. “Then I’m running for the hills.”

“Oo, what’s that about sacrifices?” For a moment, Gill worried Raul heard their plans. Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case as the actor took his place between them on the bed, a bowl of snacks in his arms and the remote in hand. “I know a really good musical with a song about that- hey, we should have a listening party next week!”

“Is it mythology related?” Allan distracted him with ease, cutting eyes behind the giddy actor’s back to Gill. Do it.

You’re dead if you’re wrong. Gill scrunched his nose lightly at him, ignoring Allan’s growing grin as he looked up at Raul. He talked with his hands, fists balled up with joy and eyes like stars as he rambled off song titles and Gods alike. He waited until he did his little lean forward before making a move.

“And then there’s the Circe Saga! And she-oh?” Raul faltered some when Gill touched his waist, pressing in gently. “What’s up, Gilly? Am I talking too much again?”

“G-Gilly? Nevermind that- does this not tickle?” Gill pressed in a little, thinking he’d be more sensitive to rougher tickles. Nothing. Raul’s confusion turned into amusement as he watched him try again. “Dang it, Allan- I told you he’d be immune!”

“He’s not- try somewhere else!” Said man reached out and squeezed along Raul’s hip. Gill moved up to his ribs with quick scribbles.

Raul giggled, though it didn’t sound like a tickle kind. “Did you two plan an ambush on little ol’ me? No- a mutiny!” He gasped, delighted. “That’s another great song, by the way. I’ve never felt more like Odysseus!”

“You’re about to end up like Caesar. What about here?” Allan wiggled a finger into his armpit. “Does that tickle?”

“Maybe here?” Gill reached down and grabbed a knee, squeezing. “Or here?” He moved up to his thigh. “Does that tickle at all?”

“Whoa now, Lovecraft! Buy me dinner first!” Raul laughed. Safe to say he wasn’t ticklish there. Raul stretched his arms out over his head, taunting them with his lack of sensitivity. “You guys are pretty efficient! I’ll give you a hint; I am ticklish, but I won’t tell you where!”

“You realize that’s only going to motivate us to keep going, right?” Allan asked, leaning back some when Raul turned towards him with the giddiest of smiles.

“Oh I know. It almost motivates me to return the favor!” In a flash, he did just that. Gill was spared from his friend’s rebuttal, barely avoiding a knee to the face as he pounced on Allan. In a matter of seconds, he had the purple haired man cackling like a witch. “Tickle tickle, Allan! Hehehe!”

“Gehahhaha! N-Nohohoho, cohoohhome ohohon! Gehehhet lhoohve craha-AHH! Ahahhaft! Ehehhheheek!” What a jerk! If he didn’t feel the tiniest bad for his predicament, Gill would have abandoned ship and joined in. “Gihihihihll, sahhahahahve emeheheheheh!”

“You’re lucky I’ve got a score to settle.” He huffed as he resumed his search for tickle spots. He skittered his fingers along Raul’s back and shoulders, but that only put him within the blonde’s reach. When that didn’t work, he migrated back down to his legs, trying the back of his knees. “Does this tickle?”

“Hehe, nope! Whoa- careful now!” Raul pulled a flailing Allan back down beside him, mercilessly pinching along his waist and lower ribs. “Don’t go flying off the bed. You might hurt yourself!”

“GIhiihihihihll pelahah-EHEHHAHASE!” The love thief shrieked when his armpits were tickled, arching like a bow.

“Pfft- cute.” Gill muttered with a snicker as he looked down at Raul’s feet. His socks had little lightning clouds all over them, clearly a nod to the thunderbringer himself. Curious, Gill reached out and scratched gently at one of the puffy designs.

“EHE!” Raul twitched with a guffaw, pulling his leg back. His momentary distraction was all Allan needed to escape his grasp.

And straight to the floor. He had rolled off the bed with a mild thump! “Allan!” Gill yelped, about to help him.

“Get him!” The other’s muffled cry rang out just as Raul loomed closer. “Quickly!”

“Right!”

“No way- you’re not gonna get there in ti-ihihihihehehehehe! Hehehehe, now whahahait a mihihinute! Gehahahah, Gill!” Raul’s attempts at an evil villain were squashed as Gill scribbled up his soles, making him falter and fall back. “Nohohoho, nohohohot my feheheheheht! Ehahhahahaha! Geheha- Giihihihihll! Dohoohohn’t!”

“We’re a different beast now!” Gill cried back, giggling alongside his friends. “The ones who feast now! And, eh- some other lyrics I don’t remember cause you usually answer your phone by then.”

“Nerd.” Allan peered up at him from the edge of the bed, charmed at Raul’s increasing laughing fits. “Here I come.”

“Nohohoho, nohohoht bohohohotho of yoohho-OHOOHU!” Now he was really laughing, flailing on the bed like a fish out of water as Allan and Gill tickled him senselessly. He tried to reach out, but Gill had leaned back far enough that his swipes didn’t connect. That, with Allan laying across his calves like an anchor, kept him safe. “Cohohohome ohohohoh, guhuhuys I’m shoohohhohoohrry!”

“Little late for that, mythos boy.” Allan teased him, reaching out and gently scratching along the tops of his kicking feet. “I like throwing mutinies. We should do this more often.”

“Yeah, we shou-Ah! H-Hey, doohohn’t do thahahat!” Gill giggled when Allan abandoned Raul, his hand finding his knee and squeezing. “Nohohoht nohohow! Wehehehere a teahhaam!”

“I’m a mercenary. I do as I please.” The thief snickered as he increased his efforts, shaking off Gill’s attack on their friend. “Or is that a free agent? Traitor?”

“Yohohoohu’re a fieheheheend!” The hands shot up from his knees to his sides, making him squeal and fall backwards. “Ahahahallahahan yohoohohohu jehehehherk!”

“Ohohoho, trouble in the dream team? Raul giggled as he sat up, recovering quickly. He gently poked at Allan’s sides as he watched them fight, making the purple man twitch from time to time. “You’ve let your guard down, Gilly. Now, where was I?”

“Whahat-Ehhehehek! Nohohohoho!” Raul resumed his tickles, only this time he was targeting him! Between Allan’s hands kneading the soft bits of his torso and Raul’s fingers tracing his knees, he was slowly losing his sanity. “Yohoohhou bohohohoth suhuhuhuck! Ehahahahaha, cohohohome ohohohohn!”

“You heard him. Come on and tickle him for real, mythos.” Allan winked, and Raul giggled.

“You got it, my second in command!”

“Noohoh, nohohoh bet! NOHOHOHO BEHEHEHET!”

~~~

“Heh…hehehe…I’m so tihihired.” Gill couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He was so physically drained it was amazing he could even speak. Truhuhuhce?”

“Truce.” Raul smiled down at him, unfairly composed. Even when Allan re-turned the tables on him mid-tickle attack, the actor was a picture of ease. The unspoken winner of their impromptu tickle fight. “You both put up a great fight. Next time I’ll break out the pankration and really show you what I’m made of!”

“Just keep your clothes on.” Allan huffed from against the pillows, seeming even more exhausted than Gill. He looked ready to fall asleep at any moment, giggling weakly when Raul gently tickled his belly. “Ge-het off. Did we ever decide on the movie?”

“Oh yeah- I forgot about that. Whydon’t you pick this time, Gill?” Raul looked towards him, but the younger man was sleeping soundly. “We lost one. What about you Al…

Another man down. Raul smiled warmly as he watched his two friends snoring against the pillows. Looks like his Olympian-level tickling skills were too intense for them.

“To think you two hated each other when you first met. Now look at you- closer than ever.” He snuggled back in his spot, snacking on his popcorn as the opening credits of his movie pick rolled. “Thanks for being here with me, you two.”

Thanks for reading!

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