#ler!phantom

[chloenotfound404]

Stage Shenanigans - Lee!swiss Ler!phantom

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⚠️warnings!- Tickling (if that’s not your thing), loads of fluff, not proof read yet!!

Summary~ Swiss was pushing his luck thinking phantom wouldn’t care too much, that was until the end of the show when he realised he was wrong

(Based of this video here)

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Just like any other show, there was a tonne of fuckery and playfulness happening on stage. Rain and Dew doing their own little things to fuck with each other like usual, the ghoulettes all jumping about and having fun, Copia standing on Mountains platform dancing as mount gave the beat of ‘Kiss the Go-Goat’

And then there was Swiss and Phantom.

Phantom being the little shit he is, was being a shit to Swiss during the whole show so far. Well, more like Swiss provoking Phantom in any way he possibly could to get the reactions out of him. Flicking his head, covering the eyes of the mask, prodding him, teasing him: anything to get a reaction from the poor ghoul.

All of the teasing was mainly for the fact that phantom was new and Swiss didn’t think that Phantom would react back like Sodo would. But oh boy he was wrong.

Swiss was up on his platform and Phantom was by the small steps leading up to Swiss, the smirk forming under his mask as he played the rest of the song. As the song ended with Mountains final drum hit, Phantom went for it. He took two fingers and jabbed them into Swiss’ side eliciting a sharp squeak from the taller ghoul along with an insanely quick turn.

Swiss instantly felt his cheeks go red seeing phantom giggle and back down from the step.

“I’m mentally taking a note of that,” phantom chuckled, standing facing Swiss in front of the platform. Swiss instantly groaned and flicked Phantoms helmet again, eliciting another small chuckle from the newer ghoul.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Swiss mumbled, setting the tambourine on the stand before grabbing his guitar to prepare for the next song.

“But it’s funny,” phantom replied with a sly smirk under the Balaclava he wore before walking over to his spot again.

Swiss was an absolute mess under the helmet, his cheeks flushed, his tail wagging faster than normal, his mind wizzing with thoughts.

that didn’t just happen on stage, and people saw that, surely not…he thought to himself, genuinely flustered at the fact fans and possibly the other members caught that moment.

It had finally come to the end of the show, the final bows taking place just before the ghouls went to throw picks into the crowd and get some of their gifts. Swiss and phantom both gave their picks out, Swiss taking a small plush from someone and a few bracelets. Phantom did much and much the same, sliding the bracelets on his arm with a small smile.

Phantom, still being the little shit he was, snuck behind Swiss as they walked off. His fingers connecting with Swiss’ sides in a barrage of pokes and prods sending the taller ghoul into a frenzy of giggles as he crumbled in on himself to stop the attack.

“Stop it!” Swiss giggled out, making a sprint for back stage almost instantly.

“Oh no you don’t you shit!” Phantom chuckled running full pelt after Swiss, the advantage of being younger paying off from how fast he was.

It didn’t take long for phantom to catch up with Swiss at all, bumping into Aurora and Mountain on the way as he did. Both of them looking on in intrigue of the situation about to unfold.

As soon as phantoms arms could reach, he latched onto Swiss’ side resulting in a giggly yelp from the ghoul.

“Hey! Hey no!” Swiss chuckled softly, prying phantoms hands away from his sides the best he could. Phantom only tutted and smirked softly, his hands diving right back into Swiss’ sides drawing a sharp bark of laugher.

“This is what you get for being a little shit,” Phantom teased, keeping Swiss pinned tight against him as he continued the ruthless attack.

Swiss’ loud and somewhat contagious laughs filled up the backstage area quickly, Aurora and Mountain giggling at the sight as they walked past to the changing rooms, Copia doing the same.

“T-this isn’t fair!!” Swiss squeaked out through his helpless laugher, his hands batting at phantoms hands as he doubled over. Swiss’ tail stood at a point at the side of him and Phantom from the more than overwhelming situation.

“Oh this is plenty fair, Swiss,” phantom chuckled, drilling his fingers into the other ghouls ribs drawing a loud squeak instantly. the sound making Phantoms head perk up with a chuckle again.

“Is not!!” Swiss barked back, his ‘threatening’ tone far from threatening from the high pitched giggles spilling helplessly from his lips.

“Is too~” Phantom teased, his voice sounding like a singing tone as he switched to Swiss, thighs abruptly.

Swiss lost it instantly. His body crumbling to the floor as phantom kneaded into the hypersensitive muscles and flesh on his thigh.

“Ooh, ticklish thighs. Good to note,” Phantom commented as a tease again, following Swiss to the floor to continue the ruthless attack.

Poor Swiss couldn’t talk through his laugher anymore, the high pitched noise overtaking any other noises around them.

“Ok children, behave,” Rain chuckled softly, prying Phantom off Swiss by force.

“But I was having fun!” Phantom whined, pouting innocently at Rain prying a small giggle from the water ghouls throat.

“You can have your fun later, we need to start getting ready to go,” Rain mumbled, starting to walk back to the changing room.

To say Swiss was embarrassed, flustered and a bit pissed was an understatement. His cheeks were flushed, his breath was stu heaving and his eyes shot daggers to phantom.

“You better watch out, pretty boy,”

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Taglist~

@dfcdf

[ghostlee]

I'm having a sad. I could really use some lee!Phantom right now. No pressure.

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I think this ask is a bit old lol but have some lee!phantom

Phantom like the tickles your honor.

[bellringermal]

Tumblr and I agreed only once (…ler) on who was to be crowned sexyman.

As if this blog couldn't get more cursed than it already is, now you know that not only I ship the forbidden Bloodborne ship but... I was also in the infamous Once-ler fandom :P. I never had an ask blog nor I was going around shipping 'oncest' (lmao, that surely was a time. Great art tho!) but there were so many cool AUs such as Truffula Flu, Camp Entre, Camp Weehawken et simili that I still think are pretty cool.

As for the others characters some are more obscure than others but you can definitely tell I always had a type. Well, maybe two types >:D.

I had a long day so it was nice to relax and doodle my creepy old guys <3

[moongeonight]

An unexpected meeting, phantom thief AU!

Summary: Shuichi goes to investigate the place where the phantom thief could perhaps be living But he is not prepared for the surprise that awaits him...

A/N: This is tickle fanfic!, I also lost the message from the anon who sent me the request 😔 luckily I was able to take the screenshot, I hope you enjoy it! And I'm sorry for taking so long! I was busy with work.

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shuichi was investigating about the phantom thief, a crazy man who has been his headache for the last two months non-stop, he left clues but always managed to escape Shuichi sighs with tiredness.

"Of course he doesn't go down this easily... Alright... What have you planned THIS time?!" He sounds like he's almost ready to give up.

In the middle of his thoughts her boss, Kyoko Kirigiri, had sent him some images of evidence which pointed to where the phantom thief could currently be living.

Shuichi was ready and takes out a notepad and pen and frantically starts drawing out a list of all the clues he's collected so far.

"Ok, let's see... So, the Phantom Thief is always leaving some kind of a calling card... It's very odd to say the least. And from what we've gathered, they must be an expert at hiding and escaping... I guess we'll just have to be faster then them..."

he knew that it was probably something reckless since his job as a detective was mostly to investigate but... He was too intrigued by this new evidence, so much so that even he himself wanted to go to investigate.

"This might be our first real lead to the Phantom Thief... I can't let that chance slip away, I'll get to the bottom of this, even if it means I end up spending all night investigating."

He determined to catch the Phantom Thief, no matter the cost. He decided that he was going to investigate the place, regardless if her boss approved or not.

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Shuichi was now in front of the door of the supposed house where the phantom thief was...He was nervous but determined, he knocked on the door and... Nothing, no one opened the door.

After waiting for a moment, Shuichi decides to try the door handle. It was unlocked! He cautiously opens the door and steps inside.

He couldn't go much further since when he entered it was all dark and Pam someone hit him from behind.

Shuichi falls to the ground, unconscious, as he lets out a moan of pain. In the pitch blackness, he could hear footsteps approaching, He heard a voice say.

"nishishi! I think it worked. But to be safe... I'm gonna tie him up."

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Shuichi wakes up, He finds himself lying in a dark room. He can't see anything but he can tell that he has been tied up. He feels groggy, he tries to recall what happened but it's no use.

Suddenly, a light turned on and the phantom thief appeared in front of him. He was eating a lollipop.

"I know you woke up, detective. No need to struggle, you won't get out of those ropes." he sat on the floor in front of shuichi.

"Nishishi! I have to thank you, detective. You really are amazing!, finding my hideout so quickly! And all those items of yours were helpful."

Shuichi looks down, He then tries to move, but the restraints on his wrists make it impossible to get free, He starts to panic.

"Let me go, you bastard! What do you even-" Shuichi was cut off.

"Oh! You're so cute, detective! I'm just wondering what should I do with you? You know, it's not really easy to find people who can be useful to me. It's quite rare, actually... I think you earned the honor of knowing my name! I'm kokichi ouma"

Shuichi went quiet, He felt his heart sink to his stomach, His worst nightmare has come true. To think that he had underestimated Kokichi, the great liar. And now, he's been captured by him.

"D...Damn it..." Was all he could say, with his face turning completely red with embarrassment, he feels his face heat up.

"Nishishi! You're so cute when you're embarrassed! I just love it when people have a big reaction just because of me." Kokichi took another bite of his lollipop.

"But now... I would like to know some things, like, for example, how did you know where I was living?"

Shuichi was caught off guard by this question. How was he supposed to answer that question without exposing the truth about the lead he got from Kyoko?.

"Err... Well... I...umm... I just, erm... guessed...?" Shuichi replied sweating bullets.

"Aw, no! You can't fool me, detective! I'm the one who fools people, remember? You're just trying to hide some information!" Kokichi laughed.

"I can give you another chance to speak... or, I can use my other methods to make you tell me the truth."

Kokichi got closer to shuichi,he put the lollipop on the table of the tiny room and looked right into shuichi's eyes.

Shuichi was at a loss, He knew that Kokichi would see through him no matter what he did, He closes his eyes to steel himself for what was to come.

"So... this is the decision you have made, detective. I will have to torture you if you don't tell me the truth."

Kokichi said in a very serious tone although in reality... He didn't even plan to torture him, at least not in a serious way, he was known for being a prankster so he had to use that.

"Oh gosh... Why do you make me do this?! Don't you understand that if you don't talk then I'll be forced to... to..." He opened his eyes again, his face full of anger and seriousness.

"I'll have to... to tickle you until you tell me!"

Shuichi's eyes widened in complete and utter shock "Wh-What?! Y-You aren't serious!!"

He was practically in disbelief that Kokichi would try something as childish and ridiculous as tickling. And it was in these moments where all of Shuichi's fear and dread immediately disappeared and was replaced with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"Of course I am serious! I could never lie, especially when it's time for this... I guess it's time for you to know what being tickling means!"

Kokichi's expression turned from serious to a mischievous one and he started tickling shuichi's armpits.

"Ah...! W-wait! Whahahat are you dohohoing?!"

Shuichi was still pleasantly surprised but he couldn't resist the giggles that escaped him when he felt the tickling.

Kokichi couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard shuichi's giggles.

"nishishi... I'm tickling you! Did you really think I would torture you?! Your reaction is so funny to see!" He kept laughing and kept on tickling shuichi.

Shuichi continued laughing while thinking about how the situation changed so quickly.

"ah-h! Nohoho! Stop! Stohohop it! Hahaha! Please!"

"No! I won't stop until you tell me how you managed to find me!" Kokichi said as he continued tickling shuichi's armpits.

Shuichi didn't know what to do, should he take the risk and tell him? He had too many thoughts in his head and the tickling wasn't helping.

"I cahahan't tell you! Hahahaha! Just stop already! please! Hahaha!"

"Heehee-! I won't stop! I won't stop until you tell me everything, I must say that i have never seen a detective like you, Most detectives don't laugh and beg for tickling to stop!"

shuichi could do nothing but blush at the teasing while continuing to laugh in an embarrassed voice.

"AHAHAHA! s-stop making fun of mehehe!"

"Oh? You're blushing? Aw... that's so cute! Hehe, don't worry, detective I wasn't making fun of you, I was just stating a fact you're the only one so far who reacts like this! You're really adorable!"

Kokichi continued to giggle and now tickling his ribs, honestly he almost forgot that he started this to find out how Shuichi found him, but this was more fun.

shuichi's ticklish reaction was even more noticeable and his laughs were getting more and more uncontrollable.

"N-NO! PLEASE NOHOHOT THERE HAHAHA! COME ON JUST STOP!"

"Hey hey! Is that a sign of surrender? Are you already tired from the tickling, detective?" Kokichi said with a clearly amused mocking tone at Shuichi's laughter

"AHAHAHA! Y-you are the wohohorst! HAHAHA!" Shuichi laughed and screamed at the same time.

"Ahahaha... I think you're tired of this! Would you like for me to stop? Maybe you'll tell me my question then, will you? Or should I keep going?"

Kokichi then put his whole hand under shuichi's ribs, making his ticklish reaction even more intense, his fingers were going up and down with great force and he didn't stop, he simply laughed with every movement.

shuichi was laughing and now he could barely pronounce words but he managed to say with difficulty.

"STOP STOHOHOP FINE! FIHIHINE! STOP PLEASE! IM GOING TO TELL YOU!"

"Oh! Well, I'm glad you're going to give me the answer I want to hear! That's very mature of you, detective, But just to be sure, I'm still going to keep tickling until you say it" Kokichi said with an intense smile.

A few seconds later, shuichi said the words kokichi wanted to hear.

"Just... please stop! HAhaAhAha! You can have the information! I got them from Kyok-hahahaha!..."

Kokichi's fingers kept going up and down, making shuichi's laugh more, He couldn't even finish his sentence due to his intense laughter.

but he couldn't say much more, since sirens were heard outside the house.

Kokichi heard the sirens and thought "Oh shit, time to escape"

He untied shuichi quickly and gave him a lollipop to keep his mouth shut while saying.

"Well it was nice to meet you in person detective~ we should do this more often!"

And with that he ran out the back window of the house while the police finally entered in with a very red-faced Shuichi having a lot to explain...

[kiibo-is-flustered]

Easy Target

Summery: Sodo was the group dog toy; whatever anyone wanted to do to him, they felt like they had the right to. Which lead the band members to an interesting discovery.

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Sodo had become an easy target to pick on in the band. He was small, easily irritated, not very strong (so he couldn’t fight back), and he was cute. The band members had all the right to mess with him.

But Mr.Grumpy, on the other hand, did not like it as much as the other ghouls did. They were all intimidated by him to some degree but it seemed like when they were performing at rituals that Sodo became their little toy.

It started with Rain. They were leaning their heads together for a stunt that they usually pulled in Year Zero. Rain came up behind the smaller ghoul, who was standing on the staircase so that he was taller, and wrapped his hands around the front and back of his neck. He squeezed, simultaneously digging his fingers into his skin. Sodo jumped but had to keep playing. He whipped his head around to Rain, giving him a nonverbal ‘fuck you’. He could see the water ghoul smiling under his balaclava as he skipped off. Asshole.

Swiss flicked Sodos helmet and ran his fingers up his spine, Phantom got down on his knees in front of him and squeezed the front and back of his thighs, Rain bit him, Aurora bit him, hell, even Papa bit him. Copia kept caressing Sodos thighs during Kiss the Go-Goat which made the ghoul almost kick him in the face. Sodo kept on feeling flicks or little whacks behind him but he couldn’t tell who it was. Someone kept smacking his butt but he never caught the culprit. Every time he’d get a chance to turn around, everyone would be far away from him and they all shared evil glances with one another. They were ganging up on him. Assholes.

Another attack from Swiss was when the ghoul hopped off his stage for bows he stopped behind Sodo, sticking a finger in his butt and then scurrying off. Sodos entire body froze. He was mad. Rain saw it from across the stage and couldn’t stop laughing. The next night at the following ritual, Rain also stuck a finger in Sodos ass. Thankfully their pants were thick but obviously Sodo could still…feel it. Just cause they were being assholes didn’t mean they got to touch his. He was getting sick of all the poking and flicks and having his ass violated and being touched in ways that made him…jumpy.

But none of that was even half as bad as what Rain did at their most recent ritual. Sodos guitar was making a pitchy frequency and the usual bit was that Rain came over and made him stop. Rain has been getting rather…creative with some of his more recent distractions but nothing could’ve prepared him for this one.

He held the guitar up and out a bit as he kept shredding. That’s when he felt ten fingers dig into the sides of his ribs and wiggle. He immediately jumped and his guitar made a startled squeak before he silenced it. It seemed like it surprised him more than anything. But he knew exactly what Rains intent was with that, he was mad (and embarrassed) to admit that it worked. Sodo slowly turned around to face the water ghoul only to see him giggling at him and shaking his head as if to say ‘wasn’t me’. He could see the fire ghoul about to explode so he backed off. Sodo stood there in absolute shock. Rain just fucking? Tickled him? On stage? He was going to have a heart attack. Top ten most embarrassing moments of his life.

Sodo spent the rest of the ritual pouting. As soon as they got off stage, he tackled Rain to the ground and sat on his waist. The taller ghoul was laughing but the smaller was not.

“Fuck you, first of all.” He spat but Rain just kept on giggling. As the other band members passed by them, Copia stopped and pressed two fingers into Sodos rib and wiggled them. The ghoul yelped and curled in on himself. He turned to flash his attacker a threatening glare but as soon as he saw it was Papa he turned back down to hide on himself.

“Papa…” He groused.

“I didn’t know about this one.” Papa chirped, vibrating his fingers into his side again. The ghoul let out another meekly squeal and shot his body down onto Rains, who he was still sitting on. But that was his first mistake because Rain just brought his hands up to prod at his sides. Sodos body sprang back up as he tried to escape his malicious fingers but Papa greeted him with fluttery neck scratches. He just couldn’t win. Sodo scrunched his shoulders up and used his hands to bat away at the fingers attacking his sides. Rain brought his hands down and squeezed his hips which made the smaller ghoul jump and squeak again. He quickly got to his feet and took a few defensive steps away as he caught his breath.

“Ohokay, you win.”

“Oh no, you’re not done yet.” Rain smirked which made Sodos stomach fill with butterflies. He started backing off a bit quicker but Rain swiftly stood and Papa followed closely behind. Uh oh, this wasn’t good. The three broke out into a chase which, assuming from the loud laughter that broke out backstage moments later, ended in favor of the offense.

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A/N sorry so short I wanted to speedwrite lmao. Part 2? Part 2 perhaps?

Inspo vids ;3 not everything is directly from these but I got a lot of ideas from them lol

[fluffomatic]

Spectra Phantom Tickle Headcanons

Am I the only person who cares about this, 1000%. Am I going to do it anyway? Absolutely.

1. Lee, he's such a dang LEE. Like, 80% lee, 20% ler. BIG OL LEE

2. The only people who he'd actually tickle would be Gus (obviously) and his sister Mira. He definitely tickles Dan, too. Even as they're still enemies.

3. But okay, EVERYONE TICKLES HIM. Like, mostly Gus cause they're always together but everyone gets in on the action. Mira let's it slip that he's crazy ticklish and it's all down hill afterwards.

4. Mostly it's Gus, Mira and Dan tickling him cause they get the biggest kick outta it. Dan definitely tickles him before he even joins the group cause he finds it funny! There's that one episode where Spectra is lowkey forced to help the brawlers and high key, Spectra is tickled constantly then in my headcanon. Cause of course he does something evil and egotistical so the others have to teach him a lesson! Gus initially goes to stop the brawlers but once he realized they were just tickling him, yea buddy just watched~

5. Dan and Spectra definitely have this big brother, little brother relationship, even before they join sides. Like, Spectra just wants to prove he's better and Dan is being annoying back. So, what I'm saying here is, they get in tickle fights constantly! Spectra rarely wins, but he puts up a hell of a fight, just to try to prove his superiority.

6. Now him and Gus however~ 😏 Oh it's obvious from the start they like each other! I feel like Spectra is more subtle but yeah, you can tell he's head over heels for Gus. So when Gus finds out his Master is ticklish?? He just fuckin MELTS. Like, could this man get cuter??? Then he tickles him and hears his laughter, his real, not maniacal laughter, and just falls further. And poor, poor Spectra, cannot find it in himself to fight him cause 1, of course he likes it and 2, Gus is playfully touching him???? Poor Gay boy can't cope and just let's it happen.

7. He definitely prefers lighter softer tickles. Ones that get him all giggles and make his stomach flutter. He's a real hard edge, angsty, tough dude, so anything to break down that exterior and make him soft? He just can't help but love it. (This also includes hugs, cuddles, somft kisses, sweet nothings, etc)

8. Just cause he prefers the lighter tickles doesn't mean he doesn't like getting destroyed as well! He likes being pushed to his limits to see what he can take but he also likes letting go and losing control (in a tickling sense not like, for real, he likes being in control of situations but he likes being pushed out if his comfort zone is what I mean)

9. He's kind of ticklish like, all over but most spots only get him giggling. He has 3 really REALLY bad spots! That being his ribs, knees and, his worst spot, his thighs!!

10. He is also feather sensitive which is a dangerous thing considering his coat covered in feathers. Luckily his hair protects his neck and ears, plus he's not crazy ticklish there, but if you were to use them on one of his bad spots? Ruined. Soft fluffy tickles? He dead

11. He may prefer soft tickles himself but he absolutely loves destroying others! Of Spectra decides to tickle someone, they better start planning their funeral. He can dish it OUT! He will lose a tickle fight 99% of the time but he will make the other person suffer the whole time! He's a mean mean ler!

12. When he and Gus actually start being affectionate with each other, they absolutely do sleepy tickly cuddles all the time! It's mostly Spectra on the receiving end cause duh, soft sleepy tickles, but if Gus has a rough day he returns the favor!

13. He definitely has a hard time sitting still when he's tickled, kicks his legs, swings his arms around, bucks his hips, and just straight up squirms and thrashing around wildly. He cannot help it! His body just can't handle them tickles!!

14. He actually prefers being restrained while he's being tickled! Just so he can get tickled without accidentally hurting someone and ending the tickling prematurely. He's definitely kicked Dan mid tickle fight!

15. Once you have him down, you've won. He's a strong cookie but he loses all his strength when he's tickled, especially if it's soft cause he just melts.

Normally this is when I ask you guys if you have any more you wanna add then share em but uuuuh I think I only know 2 other people who actually know about Bakugan and are in the Tickle Community soo, this is just for me! 🤣🤣

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 10 - Interrogation

PhantomTheifAU!Shuichi/PhantomThiefAU!Kokichi ROMANTIC (can be seen as platonic, but written as romantic)

“WAHAHAHAIT! SHUHUHUHUMAI, NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Kokichi was currently at the mercy at Shuichi’s devious fingers, which had found purchase at his hips. You may be wondering how they got in this situation, well let me just start at the beginning.

The phantom thief had come to visit the detective a little past midnight, as he does often. Shuichi was working on a case at the moment and did not fancy being interrupted especially when it was so late. As Kokichi desperately tried to get his full, unfiltered attention, he then realized that this may have been just the perfect way to get some information out of the culprit of the missing diamond. Kokichi had indeed been the cause of the diamond going missing and they were trying to figure out where he put it.

“By the way, Ouma-kun, do you happen to know where the missing diamond is? Because this evidence I have here suggests you may know something...” Kokichi froze in the middle of speaking when he heard about the diamond he stole. He gulped, “N-Noooooooo....I don’t have anything to do with it at all, I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such an absurd thing as stealing a gorgeous, shiny, pink diamond!” Of course the Phantom Thief was lying, but that was quite obvious.

“Oh really? But I didn’t even mention what the diamond looked like, and the case hasn’t made it into the news yet...are you sure you aren’t just lying again? Because somehow, you got the description of the diamond correct, without any information on it...” Kokichi started to get nervous, “Uhhhh hehe- lucky guess?” He tried, refusing to make eye contact with the detective. Shuichi smiled, “Alright, let me know when you’re ready to confess~” And then he pounced.

And you know the rest, now back to the present... “Are you ready to confess yet?” Shuichi asked, with a small smirk on his face. “B-BUHUHUT I DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOW ANYTHIHIHIHIHING, PLEHEHEHEASE! IT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Shuichi chuckled as the boy let out a squeal, “Well, I guess this is your life now~” But when Shuichi’s fingers found Kokichi’s neck, he was lost in fits of laughter, but never once did he ask for it to stop until he had finally had enough.

[an-organized-confusion]

Vlad Masters and Virgil Sanders ~ I am the one who conspiress.

I admit this was mostly a shitpost/crack suggestion but I'm rolling with it.

(Send me a pairing, no ship names, and I'mma respond.)

[cutesmokes]

ITS FREAKING CANON YALL

Floory is freaking TICKLISH!

also please- "where the heart is" was so sweet...

God. All the metaphors leading up to the final moment of recognition.

[curled-up-blushing]

Lee!Alastor Ler!rosie idea that’s been floating around in my head for a while

Ft. Voodoo dolls

Whenever Alastor wants attention (specifically in the form of tickles) he seeks out Rosie. But he doesn’t always have the time to walk all the way to Rosie’s to visit and vice versa

So they have voodoo dolls for when Alastor is in such a bad Lee mood that he can’t stand to wait

Sometimes they schedule these “sessions” where Alastor will just go to his room for a while and shove his face into a pillow while Rosie tickles the doll and teases him through his old fashioned corded phone.

More under the cut :3

But one day Alastor forgets that they planned to do that- and since Alastor can’t text, he ends up in the lobby surrounded by everyone when he feels a phantom touch glide down his spine

At first he just jumps and whips his head around confused. It’s only after feeling someone wiggling their fingers near his armpit that he suddenly realizes what’s coming.

And it’s something he does NOT want to be in the lobby for.

So he dismisses himself a bit frantically and tries to walk to his room as fast as possible while still being nonchalant as possible.

This does not work as he only gets as far as the staircase when Rosie starts teasing the doll’s ribs. Alastor stumbles and has to catch himself on the railing to avoid falling down. Much to his dismay, he sees Charlie who, concerned by his sudden departure, followed him and now runs to his side asking what’s wrong.

Alastor’s trying and failing to keep his giggles under control and curses Rosie for being too damn good at this, which he accidentally does out loud.

Charlie thinks, “Oh yeah, maybe Rosie knows what’s going on!” and dials her number. To Alastor’s horror, he can’t protest without letting his laughter out, so he just crumbles into a ball preparing himself for the embarrassment.

When Rosie hears Charlie’s question, she chuckles knowingly and asks Charlie to put her on speaker.

“Alastor? Can you hear me sweetie?”

“Yes, Rosie…” he mumbles, mortified.

“You got ten seconds to run before I tell the princess your little secret~”

Alastor’s eyes widen and he immediately disappears into shadows. However, once the tickling starts he can’t focus and he reappears at the top of the stairs right outside of his room holding his stomach and laughing.

Happy tickles ensue, etc, etc.

[chloenotfound404]

Stage Shenanigans Part 2!

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⚠️Warnings!: Tickling strictly SFW (if that’s not your thing skip), swearing

(Since this is a part two, part one is in my master list and linked here but you don’t have to have read it to read this! My writing is rusty since it’s been over a whole ass year since I’ve actually wrote a fic so sorry if it’s shit!)

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Summary: Due to Phantoms antics from the last show, Swiss wanted a bit of revenge but also to see the poor bug slowly crumble. Lee!Phantom, Ler!Swiss.

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By this point, mostly all of the ghouls and Papa had gotten out of their respective uniforms and started to settle into the bus for the night. The ghoulettes all left together before anyone else, all seeming to be fauning over the success of the show on the way out. “We’ll be back on the bus!” Aurora yelled as they walked out of the main door of the dressing room, earning some “See yas,” and “Byes,” from the rest of the Ghouls. Phantom and Swiss were still getting out of uniform to their loungewear, Sodo and Rain putting their instruments away into their cases and Mountain just having come out of the shower. Papa was off in another room, possibly communing with Papa Nihil or taking a moment to himself.

Swiss hadn’t forgotten the events only around 20 minutes ago and he was still reeling from it. His cheeks hot but not quite flushed with colour yet and his tail gently beating the armrest of the couch as he sat down to wait for everyone else. Phantom on the other hand was still as energetic and not seeming all too phased from the events. If anything, he looked accomplished and almost proud of how easily he got Swiss to break. A smirk practically plastered over his lips as he washed his hair under one of the taps to tame it after being in the helmet. “That show seemed more successful than most,” Rain mumbled as he walked into the green room with Sodo, the conversation continuing into the green room.

Swiss, wanting to get revenge waited for everyone to filter out of the dressing room into the green room next door to wait for Papa. His eyes glued to Phantom as Phantom continued to get his stuff and put some away.

The uniform onto a hanger, the guitar in its case, his other bits and pieces put into his backpack- all whilst humming one of the many songs they had performed. Phantom turned to leave through to the green room with a stretch, where Swiss would ultimately start up a new war on getting revenge. The same smirk Phantom had before now on Swiss’ lips as he stood up and walked passed Phantom, gently letting his fingers drift over Phantoms stomach which made the younger ghoul give out a cute yet loud-ish squeak making his arms come crashing down instantly, his head whipping around to see what the hells it was.

The smallest of chuckles left Swiss’ lips as he walked through, and a blushing Phantom followed suit, noticing Rain's eyes on them both. “What was that noise?” Rain asked with a small head tilt and a slight sigh, not really realising the reality of Swiss’ words from before. Swiss instantly looked back at Phantom, the shit eating smirk taking over his lips again as Phantom struggled to find some sort of excuse or cover for what happened. “I-I just-I saw uhh a moth in the uhh dressing room when I was coming through,” Phantom stuttered out, moving out of the way of Swiss to the other side of the room as everyone got up to head onto the bus. All of the other Ghouls exchanging confused and doubtful looks in response to the cute attempt at a cover up excuse.

Phantom's cheeks flushed out a gentle pink as he got on the bus, almost instantly curling up in his bunk from how tired he was from the show. Swiss soon following suit to his own bunk but obviously he had to fuck with phantom a little bit again. His hand reaching into the bunk curtain, reaching for phantom's stomach again quickly skittering over it in a spider like motion making the poor ghoul yelp more from surprise than anything. The reaction earring a snort from Sodo and a small laugh from Aurora, the rest not realising having been lost in other conversations. The moment after Swiss reached in, Phantom instinctually rolled over to face the wall of the bunk to hide the blush rising to his cheeks, which luckily no one could see for the curtain. Swiss still having the accomplished smirk over his lips curling into his own bunk for the night to sleep.

The morning dawned through the windows of the tour bus, peeking through the bunk curtains waking everyone up for the day ahead. The bus was already parked outside of the venue with some of the crew already unloading the platforms and instruments into the staging wing around the back of the venue. Aurora and Cirrus having some conversation about a book they were both reading by the sounds of it through phantom ears, Sodo and Mountain talking about the audiences from the last few nights, Cumulus and Rain complimenting the outfits they were both wearing. And of course, Phantom just rouses into all of this. Swiss seemed like he was in the back lounge getting changed. Phantom's hand pulled back the curtain of his bunk, drawing attention from Aurora with her bright smile and a small wave greeting him. He moved out of the bunk and grabbed his clothes, knowing he’d be due in the venue in a short time. His hands hit of the bunk above as he changed into his own bunk since the lounge was occupied by Swiss already, his mind not forgetting how Swiss had been acting since last night. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Cirrus joked, ruffling Phantom's hair between his horns with a chuckle. Phantoms cheeks growing a tinge pink as he yawned, “Mornin’” he mumbled through his yawn, walking past Sodo and Mountain to get to the mirror to sort his hair that had been all ruffled up.

Not but an hour later, all of the ghouls and Papa were in the venue, setting up their little areas of the stage. Phantom kneeled on the floor to affix the wires of his pedal and guitar along side sodo and rain by his side. Swiss, still trying to egg Phantom on, swiftly bent down as he walked by the others, pinching the sweet spot right under Phantoms ribs. Phantom shrieked. His hand still holding the guitar but it came close to dropping it on the stage floor, he whipped his head around finding Swiss walking away biting back giggles as he walked. Swiss’ shoulders slightly shaking knowing that he had gotten a worthwhile reaction. Both Sodo and Rain gave chuckles as the whole thing transpired. Phantom's cheeks were for sure a bright pink - borderline red by this point. The fact that Swiss had found that and gained that reaction.

“I think you have some pipes on you, Tom,” Rain chuckled, fiddling with his bass to tune it. Phantom only gave a shy chuckle in response not knowing what to even say back to it.

Another good few hours later, they were all getting ready to head onto the stage with only 10 minutes until they were due. The starting positions more than worried Phantom as he looked at the staging plan, he stood up on Swiss’ platform slightly in front and to the left of Swiss. He tried to shrug off his nerves and finished bucking the shirt buckles of his uniform, tying up his boots and putting on the helmet right before they were called to the curtain side of the stage to start filtering to their spots. The ghouls went in first to get their instruments ready, soon followed by the ghoulettes to get into their stands. Phantom's heart was practically pounding, that funny feeling sinking into his stomach that Swiss would copy exactly what he had done last night. Or, he would play the long game.

Of course, Swiss noticed how on edge Phantom seemed and smirked, giving the younger ghoul gentle skitters along his stomach from behind. Phantom, not expecting it in the slightest, practically doubled over in giggles. His guitar barely helped to block out Swiss’ hands, if anything it made it easier since phantom couldn’t do much. “You’re all tense and on edge, you know you don’t need to be,” Swiss giggled, knowing fully well what he was doing to the poor ghoul. Phantom batted at Swiss’ hands hearing the count in the in-ear monitors for the go to get ready. Phantom knew he wasn’t safe this show and Swiss was all too ready to get back at him.

They were just after half way through the ritual, the energy taking the room by storm. The boys jumping off the platforms, the girls all dancing and prancing around on their platforms and occasionally coming to the main stage. The energy is unmatched in this show in comparison to the last few. But Phantom couldn’t help but still be on edge. Swiss hadn’t been ignoring him by any means but he wasn’t tickling him or messing with him like before, it was like any average show. Just after they had concluded Mary On A Cross, that was the moment it had turned. All of the ghouls settled back into their own places as Papa went on his small rants to bide time for the ghouls to get settled for the next song. Returning guitars, taking some water and chilling for a bit. But Swiss had other ideas.

Phantom sat on one of the steps by Swiss’ side to let his body rest before the next song. Swiss sat by him with that damned smirk again instantly making Phantom get all clammy and nervous. He wouldn’t in front of the whole auditorium, not when it’s this quiet. But that thought was quickly proven wrong. Swiss’ hand skittering around where the base of Phantom's tail is, the smaller ghoul giggling under the balaclava. His hand tried to subtly bat at Swiss’ hand but it wasn’t any help. The tail had it not been tucked in would have been whipping about in instinct. “Fucking s-Stoppit!” Phantom whisper yelled through his soft giggles, his shoulders starting to softly shake as he tried dodging out of the way. Even though no one else could hear the commotion, it did catch the eyes of Mountain and Cumulus, the smallest of smiles apparent from them and by the looks of it some of the audience too. “Don’t wage a war you can’t fight then,” Swiss chuckled, his fingers moving up to the bottom of the back of Phantom's neck making the younger give an audible snort into his arm. The moment felt like hours of torture to poor Phantom but was only a minute or so before they went into Dance Macabre, his composure trying to pick up for the rest of the show the best it could.

The rest of the show had gone just as well as the first half, high energy, loud and fun. The transition into bows was one of the best possible, the ghoulettes holding bouquets and all of them having bracelets and small trinkets from the fans. Phantom was wrangled back by Swiss to get in line for the bows, a swift and sharp prod to Phantom's stomach to do so. And like expected, the ghoul squeaked and stumbled back into the line trying to brush it off as much as before. And it didn’t really work. A small collective ‘aww’ from the audience that saw the interaction which made his cheeks flush.

They did their bows and were about to go off stage, collecting some last gifts that they could. Phantom grabbed a few bracelets and roses as he walked away which was again somewhat ruined by Swiss darting over and attaching himself to the younger ghoul. His fingers once again finding the sweet spot right under Phantoms ribs making him stumble into the wings in an unprecedented fit of loud laughter having not expected it in the slightest. “Just count this as revenge,” Swiss chuckled, not caring about the fact they were partially visible to the crowd from a certain angle. Phantom went to protest before practically buckling slightly from the fact that the weakest spot he had was being targeted. “W-wha-what the *snrk* what the fuck!?” Phantom managed through his fit of laughter, the kicker being the fact he let out an unmuffled snort trying to escape the torment he was being put through. Swiss couldn’t have been any more happy with the reaction he had gotten, he had the poor ghoul right where he wanted him. “Seems one of our new spawns has a snort laugh too,” rain commented on the side, watching all of this transpire with a smile as he got himself out of the uniform. “T-this isn’t fair!!” Phantom whined through his giggles, the giggle-snorts he was known for between the ghouls finally starting to spill out as he tried pulling away from Swiss. To his credit, he had pulled them away from the curtain side view but he wasn’t free yet. “There’s the giggles we wanted!” Swiss teased, managing to get his fingers right into the sweet spot under Phantom's ribs but more to where his ribs and sides meet making Phantom cackle and double over. Right where he wanted him.

The snorts were practically the only sort of sound coming from Phantom, well, the only other sound that wasn’t loud cursing and unellagable pleas to get him out of the torture. Swiss still wanted more though, and more he got. He aimed for the bugs hips with gentle yet tender squeezes in a rhythm. The poor bug practically fell right into rain from how much of a reaction it got from him. “Woah! Hey little bug,” Rain chuckled, propping Phantom back to his feet with Swiss not showing any signs of stopping. “Damn, you’re just a walking tickle spot,” Swiss smirked, keeping one hand at Phantom's hips and another one to his stomach. And just like that, Phantom crumbled. The contagious giggle snorts picked up again and he had now buckled onto the floor, not finding any strength to even protest or have any comebacks. He was just a giggly, snorty and flustered mess.

“All right you two, c’mon,” Aurora chuckled, just barely managing to pull Phantom out from under Swiss with Mountain hauling Swiss from Phantom. The poor bug was bright red from his laughter, his cheeks all puffed out and his breath starting to catch in his throat as he regained his breath and composure. “It was just a bit of revenge,” Swiss whined, trying to seem as innocent as possible to Mountain who didn’t buy it at all. “Yeah and pigs can fly.” Mountain chuckled, looking at Phantom who was still catching his breath as he took the base of his uniform off. Rain gave out a giggle seeing how wobbly Phantom was walking meaning he still had the leftover ticklish feeling ringing through him. “You look like a baby deer the way you’re walking,” Swiss giggled, giving a gentle head pat to the small bug to reassure him that he was done. “You’re such an asshole,” Phantom chuckled, looking at Swiss with the usual playful glint that he had lacked the last day or so. “Well, you started it,” Swiss commented as they both walked through to the dressing room. “And I guess you finished it,” Phantom smiled, heading towards his wee corner where his stuff was sitting.

It was clear they had found a new way to wind each other up and this tour wouldn’t be a relaxed as the last ones, that was for sure.

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Ghost: So, you guys all know that I’m like. Totally a ler right? Totally.

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Chapter Twenty Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Tiny, Lee, Kevin, Annie, Pamela, Sam, faceless fans and support staff

Word Count: 2900

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, jealousy, grief, musical backstory and hope

A/N: The band played on.

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You held your breath as Bobby gathered the band backstage. Two dozen roadies, stage crew, and security stilled as he looked past the boys and Pam to their support staff, only Charlie and her team were missing, already in place in the booth. You shivered and waited. Jody’s voice echoed behind the bend thanking the crowd and promising a great show from Phantom Traveler to come. Andy slinked around and continued to snap pictures, despite the glare it earned him anytime Bobby caught the lens pointed toward him. The ragtag group buzzed with excitement and you silently prayed that it would go off without a hitch. 

Finally, Bobby began to speak, “I know a lot of you are nervous about tonight, ‘bout this tour— hell about this band. But it means a lot that y’all signed on for another round of nonsense with these idjits. It means you believe in them, that you’ve got faith they can pull together and get it done. Well, I’m here to tell you it’s not a time to worry, because ain't no other band that can do what these guys do. It’s a time to celebrate. Let’s get out there and fuckin’ rock’n’roll.”

Lee hooted and people cheered, you couldn’t help but clap and shriek along. Then everyone crowded in for the circle of hands and chanted “Phaaaaaantom TRAV-ler!”

The band and crew maneuvered in the dark, letting the interim instrumentals keep the crowd distracted as they set up. You scurried back to where you had left Bela in the wings, under Tiny’s care.

“Everything alright?” Bela asked out of the side of her mouth, shifting in place as she tried to clock Dean amongst the many moving shapes.

“Aces,” you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet as the crowd started to clap with an increasing beat.

You spotted Sam and Kevin’s silhouettes high five and then Lee strummed a teaser chord. Walkie talkies crackled around you as the all clear was called. You kept an earpiece in, but without much left for you to do, you turned it to the lowest setting besides mute. 

It was go time. 

“Bring ‘em up, Charlie,” Bobby prompted over the line and the Forum erupted. 

Lights and wavelengths of sound shot off in every direction and Phantom Traveler took off.

You wouldn’t have stopped yourself from screaming bloody murder even if you had remembered you were directly beside your very posh best friend and her security detail. 

It was happening. They made it back home.

“Good evening Inglewood!” Dean greeted, pointedly accurate. Plus you could tell he was grinning from where you stood, from just the sway of his head and a glimpse of his profile.

There was no other chit chat, no grand speech thanking them for coming out, it was just the band, the music, and the audience.

They started off with ‘Woman in White’, their first major single and something high energy enough to get people out of their seats. Then on to the B side of their first EP, which was a cult favorite called ‘Playthings’ that featured something affectionately referred to as ‘the beat off’ between Sam and Pam.

But at the time it was written, it was played by Sam and Cas.

Pam did it better.

It was like someone was racing up the stairs or against time itself as the two rhythm setting musicians fought for dominance. The crowd ate it up. And you could tell they both were already dripping sweat by the time the song ended and they tuned it back and finally jumped into their last fateful album.

‘Scarecrow’ was haunted and foreboding, reminiscent of early 90s metal that you knew Dean adored. It was also Cas’ favorite track off that entire album. And Kevin killed the bridge as the keyboard turned into an ancient organ chasing the crows away with the dawn. Charlie even added a cackling Vincent Price at the end that couldn’t be topped.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?!” Lee took the words out of Dean’s mouth, which earned him a kick in the ass. They were having a blast up there and it was infectious.

The crowd roared.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Dean bellowed. “I hope you don’t mind, but we’d like to bring somebody out for this next number.”

Shrill ruckus pierced the air, they knew what was coming.

“She’s our very dear friend and we just so happened to convince her to tag along with us this tour. You know her, you love her, please— give a very warm welcome to the incomparable Ms. Annie Hawkins!”

Everyone screamed and stomped, watching as the spotlight followed Annie from the farside of the stage towards the standing mics centerstage.

“Oh, she looks amazing,” Bela spoke for the first time since you’d gotten back. And she wasn’t wrong.

“The girls probably had a blast with her in their dressing room,” you tacked on thoughtfully.

“Her top though,” Bela continued. “I want it.”

You chuckled at Bela’s priorities and quickly got sucked back into what was happening barely thirty feet away.

“You sure you’re ready over there?” Annie teased as Dean adjusted his mic after rushing to set down his guitar.

The crowd laughed in unison.

“I’m ready, do you think they’re ready?” Dean asked coyly, gesturing to the crowd.

All around you camera screens glowed and flashed burst through the darkened arena. Concert security lined the stage and guarded the partitioned areas for the crew and band to navigate the area. Until that moment you really hadn’t been able to pull any single response from the cacophony. You hadn’t been trying anyway. But when Annie goaded Dean a cluster of women in the pit got your attention.

“And here I thought you were out here warming them up for me?” Annie teased.

The crowd loved it, but one catty comment made it feel like you and Bela were right there up on stage with them. “Bela needs to get her man before that cougar gets too cozy up there.”

They eyed your little corner below the VIP suspiciously. You missed whatever Dean said in response, instead watching the women glare and Bela adamantly ignore them in equal measure.

But then the song began. A slow and slinking start reminiscent of Springsteen’s Fire. Which you clocked the first time you heard it, but that was just the intro. The lyrics started up as a quick conversation, a compromise even and then they were harmonizing into the chorus. 

The band hadn’t done many duets, even with such talented singers in their ranks. It wasn’t their style. But this song felt like it had always existed, it was timeless and familiar and really fucking catchy. Annie beamed at Dean when he slipped closer on stage and they belted out the final lines.

It made you feel like they were performing only for you, for their people. It was honest and intimate, but this wasn’t rehearsal or karaoke and the audience would not be forgotten.

Everyone cheered. Even the judgy bitches that kept watching Bela at your side.

Dean hugged Annie and made sure she got the reception she deserved, egging the crowd on and bowing in homage to her talent.

She rolled her eyes, did a snarky curtsy and waved her way back off stage.

“You guys seem to be digging that one. Maybe we could play some more new stuff for y’all tonight?” Lee asked. “I mean— the album isn’t out yet.”

Naturally, the crowd shouted and begged for more.

Bela turned to whisper to you. “They’re not gonna get in trouble for this are they?”

You shook your head. “They’ve got permission to do a few songs until the album is actually out and then they’ll change up the set list to cover more of the new stuff.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah, bootlegs always exist, but this way they’re building excitement but not giving away the farm.”

“Lee!” Dean admonished playfully. 

“What?!” Lee spat back, smirking.

“Sam— tell him.”

Sam shook his head, always stoic on stage.

Dean kept up the ruse. “I don’t know if we should. Pamela?”

Pamela thudded the bass drum and hit the crash. 

“Okay! Pammy’s in— Kevo?” Lee kept the momentum going.

And without any warning or time for Kevin to actually respond, they burst into the opening of 'Prophet and Loss'. 

“I would kill for a drink—- is there somebody we could send to concessions?” Bela asked midsong. And you looked around, wondering if any of the staff could actually leave their posts without getting in trouble. 

You suddenly felt like a bad host. “We’ll get you a box for Vegas. I know this isn’t as fun as it sounds standing for two hours straight.”

“Y/N, I’m fine. Promise.”

“Okay, well I’ll go after the next song. You want anything, Tiny?” you asked your silent companion.

“All good, boss.” He replied and straightened his stance, clasping his hands in front of him.

Kevin silenced the space with the burst of chords at the beginning of his solo, showcasing what Julliard training could do and how rock’n’roll could still be classy as hell. The key changed, turning the mood broken and lamenting as they stumbled into the bridge where Dean pelted out about losing Cas without so much detail.

 Dean let the note hang in the air. “'Prophet and Loss', everybody.”

Whistles filled the air, keeping the mood somber but with enough reception to know that small offering was gratefully accepted.

“Thanks— uh, I, we really appreciate being here tonight and being able to share some of the new album with everybody. But we know you wanna hear the stuff you know, too. So we’re gonna hop back to it and have a kick ass night. How’s that sound?” Dean checked in.

The crowd cheered.

“Did you hear something?” Dean asked Lee jokingly.

The crowd got louder.

“I don’t know if they’re up for much more,” Lee taunted back.

You rolled your eyes and turned to Bela. “Okay, I’ll be back, text me if you think of anything besides drinks.”

The crowd continued to take the bait, howling behind you as you made your way out of the off limit areas and up a side stairway towards the general admission cavern-like hallway. For the first time it felt like all day, you exhaled. Your pass flapped against your chest as you strutted quickly towards the concession area, bypassing the VIP lounge because you didn’t want to get distracted by Madison or any of the mid-level suits that might be milling around.

You could have stolen something from the dressing room, but that wouldn’t have taken nearly as long and you needed some time off of Bela duty tonight. Which made you feel guilty as hell. She was your best friend! She didn’t do anything wrong. And yet you were incredibly frustrated with even the thought of her.

So you waited in line, ordered two extremely overpriced and depressingly weak cocktails, and put them on your expense card. 

The thing about regret is that it isn’t a one time experience. There might have been a moment in the process of you contriving this scenario for Dean’s redemption where you second or third guessed yourself. But the biting sting of seeing him play happy with Bela online and even in person had come at you in waves.

Regret was bearable if it meant it worked, if Dean could have some peace.

But this wasn’t just regret, it was petulance and jealousy and injustice.

Because Bobby had asked all the way back in the beginning, why couldn’t it have been you playing arm candy? And the fact that people could see what you had tried so hard to bury and ignore plain as day, well, it made you feel incredibly small and even more pathetic.

There was no reason for you to be the one at Dean’s side. But damn did you want to be.

And somehow you had managed to keep that from one of the most important people in your life. So it wasn’t just that Bela was getting a part of Dean that you’d never have. Or parts. You shuttered at the thought of where his mouth had been. It was that your best friend hadn’t even clocked the elephant in the room.

Like she didn’t even know you at all.

Or maybe that was on you too. Maybe you hadn’t been honest with yourself until it was too late. How could you put that blame on her too?

You slammed your drink and got back in line for a replacement, not wanting to return with only Bela’s cup like some kind of maid. You could hear the crowd singing along with Lee on ‘A Reaper’s Offering’, a bluesy cut from their second studio album. 

You probably had another two songs before you’d miss anything else new. But you also knew Bela was waiting and the longer the show went on, the more drunk and ballsy random fans could get. You couldn’t leave her with the forever nonplussed Tiny for backup. You smiled at the woman working the bar cart apologetically and ordered another husk of a cocktail.

After another stream of applause, the opening bars of ‘Abandon All Hope’ started and you knew you had to book it. This was Jo’s song, you couldn’t miss it. You never left Dean to get through this one alone. Huffing down the service steps with two drinks in hand in heels was something that you managed only from practice, but you made it in time for the first chorus.

“Oh aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Bela murmured to her drink before sipping it and wincing. “It’ll do. Took you long enough,” she teased and winked, hip checking you as you struggled to get your breathing under control as you mouthed along with Dean’s words.

“Trapped by your side with no exit, we had to let you go—”

Bela quickly picked up on your shift in mood and reeled in the playfulness, for which you gave her a grateful glance before turning back to try and lock eyes with Dean on stage.

“Defending that night while trying to give comfort, we should have known—”

“To abandon all hope,” you sang out, the last lyric rising up to hover in the air. 

Dean turned and glanced in your direction and then looked again once he finally saw you. He nodded and tapped his heart and you returned the gesture, you both kept her safe as you could now. He blew a kiss to the ceiling and bowed.

The crowd continued to echo around you, suffocating yet as distant as thunder. 

“Alrighty, folks, we’re gonna take a short break for Sammy to find another shirt and we’ll get you one last sneak peak,” Dean explained. “Kevin? Think you and Pam can keep ‘em busy for me?”

“Aye-aye,” Kevin said and saluted, out of range of his mic stand.

Pam started in with the count and Kevin peeled in down from the upper registers, like he was sliding in from Heaven and crashing a party. The instrumental interlude was a mesmerizing feat of jumping genres and killing time while showcasing just what all each of them could do. But you weren’t even paying attention. Dean made a beeline for the back of the stage and he wound around security until he could find you. 

He gripped the ball of your shoulder and leaned in. “I didn’t see you until the end— had me worried, Trouble!”

He had to talk over the crowd, his back firmly towards the nearest wedge of fans.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!”

He stared at you, sweaty and down to a single layer, earpiece still in his left ear. 

“You’re killing it up there,” Bela said, making you both stop and blink. Dean grinned and pulled her into a hug, a boyfriend hug, arms tight around her waist so her arms can loop around his neck. She even kicked a leg back for balance. 

God was she good.

“You keep an eye on her, okay? She’s gonna need tissues for the next one,” Dean warned playfully down his nose at Bela about you.

She rolled her eyes. “You are a menace on the emotional, aren’t you?”

“All in a day’s work,” Dean shrugged and set her back on her own two feet.

The crackle of a nearby walkie made Dean look around for whoever was sent to find him. “Sam’s looking for you,” an unimpressed lackey of Benny’s pointed out from ten feet away.

“Yeah, I bet he is. Alright, well, see you ladies later— Tiny,” Dean stepped back nodding. He soon disappeared only to hop up on the wing of the stage, grabbing an acoustic and sliding it on.

After the chaos of the crowd dissipated from Pamela’s and Kevin’s antics, Dean and Sam walked on stage and sat down on a pair of stools that had been left out for them. They didn’t look at each other or even the crowd and you knew in that moment that Dean hadn’t been lying. You weren’t gonna survive the next song live with a dry eye.

‘Brothers Keeper’ nearly took down the entire venue. 

Cell phones and lighters blazed in the dark, enraptured space as Dean and Sam sang about each other, about family, and about forgiveness.

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Chapter 27: Polyphony

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OOOO OK HCS TO DABBLES

I hc Chrollo having REALLY ticklish palms. Like he’s mildly ticklish everywhere else, but his palms have that man on the floor giggling

Ler can be anyone, y/n or a canon character, I’m not picky :)

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

AHHH! *explodes* LEE!CHROLLO WHOOOOOOOOO!!! I love this man so much y'all don't even know aejarkaejrerejk I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

You held out your hand expectantly, waiting for Chrollo to comply. Such a bold gesture would be frowned upon in the Phantom Troupe- but as his partner, you had special privileges.

Chrollo looked at it, then at you. He offered you his book, but you didn’t take it. He offered you a nearby pebble, but again- it laid in your still hand. “I hadn’t realized this was a guessing game.”

You struggled to keep your poker face, flatting your lips so you wouldn’t smile watching him try and figure out what you were asking for. Finally, he took the pebble from you and laid his hand in yours, smiling when you squeezed it. “There it is.”

“Took you long enough.” You teased, bringing it closer to observe. The skin was scarred yet smooth- both soft and calloused in your grip. What confused you was the sudden lack of tattoos- you swore you saw them before. “Where’d they go?” You asked, dragging a finger along the back of his hand.

“Oh tha-eh!” The leader of your troupe seemed to stammer, straightening up as you carried on dragging your finger against his skin. “They only appear when I activate my power.”

“Really?” You mused, flipping his hand to look at his palm. “Do they appear here too?” You curled your nails against the skin, daring a peek.

“So-Soohohmetimes?” He gasped out, a few reluctant giggles following. “Aehhe-ehhahahhaha! (Y/N)! Pleahhahahhase! It tihihihihickles!”

“Really?” You couldn’t keep your poker face any longer, grinning outright as you scratched gently at his palms, making him double over in wheezy mirth. “Who knew the esteemed leader of the Phantom Troupe was so ticklish? Better be careful the others don’t find out- they’ll start a mutiny and tickle you until you give in.”

“Thehehehy alheahahhardy knoohohow! I’m nohohohoht wohoohohried about it!” He gasped out through his giggles, gently catching your wrist to stop the tickling. “I truuhuhst them with that lihihttle tihihidbit…and I truuhust you not to take ahahadvantage.”

“Hm.” You brought his hand up to your lips, kissing it gently and making him twitch with a small laugh. “No promises.”

[kiibo-is-flustered]

I had a tword related dream and at one point I went on tumblr and I saw a gif of Swiss tickling Phantoms sides while they were on stage and I bbrhrijrbfbrhhehyaufrjbevsh

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Day 10: Ghost ˚✧₊⁎｡⁎⁺˳

Aug’s TickleTober 2023 🎃

Lee!Danny

Ler!SCP-999

Just a silly crossover I thought of between Danny Phantom and the SCP Foundation hehee (*´ω｀*)