#Chuck e lees

[giggleeclown]

(Bite sized) Tickletober Day 1: JUMPSCARE!

Oh, Man! I am SO EXCITED to be back into the tickletober swing of things. I can’t believe it’s that time of the year again… when my hand drawing skills magically get better. Anywho, for the first prompt of the month, I gotta draw some absolute cuties,,, the concept of avenger Pasqually and Jasper doing this prompt is so silly to me because they’re ALWAYS hounding each other, Jasper more than Pasqually. And since Pasqually is always making irritating jokes, I’m sure Jasper isn’t above playing a little prank on his friend. 💕

“Gee, sorry, Pasqually, I didn’t mean to scare ya, I just thought I’d, Yknow, drop in!”

“HAH! HEHEHEHEH! THATS’A GOHOOD ONE, DROP! DROHOP IN! HAHAH!”

Want to use either of my prompt lists? They’re right here!

[krispyweiss]

Seventy-five Candles on E Street as Bruce Springsteen Hits Milestone Birthday

E Street is lit up as Bruce Springsteen turns 75 today.

Born Sept. 23, 1949, in the New Jersey that figures in so many of his albums and songs, Springsteen has showed his mortality the last couple of years with stomach and voice problems that led to canceled shows. But he came back and - as he did in his 50s and 60s - put on rock ‘n’ roll concerts that belie a man of his age despite the E Street Band having the phrase Viagra-takin’ added to its late-show honorific in recent years.

What’s there to say about the man known to the world as the Boss? Yes, he’s made some weak studio recordings, but he is nothing but strong on stage - one of the greatest performers rock music has yet produced.

Always a fan - though one who cooled after Born in the USA arrived - Sound Bites first saw the Boss and the Band at the 1995 Concert for the Hall of Fame in Cleveland where they opened with “Shake, Rattle and Roll;” played with Jerry Lee Lewis, Bob Dylan and Chuck Berry; and offered the most-moving rendition of “Darkness on the Edge of Town” the blog has ever heard.

Since then, Springsteen gigs - ESB or otherwise - have been won’t-miss affairs. And though the 2024 show in Ohio had a last-time feel to it, Springsteen also seemed ageless at 74 and Sound Bites hopes to see him a few more times before time does what it does.

9/23/24

[musickickztoo]

Chuck E. Weiss

March 18, 1945 – July 20, 2021

[myimaginaryradio]

Chuck E's In Love - Rickie Lee Jones - 1979

[blogdorogerinho]

Náufrago (2000), As Aventuras de Pi (2012), Vidas à Deriva (2018), Até o Fim (2013)

Solidão Nunca nos permitimos o pecado de perder o controle do tempo; porque se vive e morre pelo relógio (Chuck Noland). Tom Hanks foi quem teve a ideia de produzir Náufrago (2000), disponível no Telecine, ao lado do mesmo diretor de Forrest Gump, Robert Zemeckis. O ator queria reinventar o conceito de “preso numa ilha deserta,” associado apenas a Robinson Crusoé ou A Ilha dos Birutas (1963),…

[mrkified]

ONE NIGHT ONLY — 2. chuck e cheese warrior

synopsis — three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

note; i’m SO sorry if jake and yn’s relationship feels kind of rushed to break up.. i had sm different versions of this chapter but i didn’t like any of them and the way i portrayed jake. he is still a sort of prominent character but it is more focused on their breakup than why their relationship is falling apart like i initially planned.

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TAGS; @j2upiters @odxrilove @haechansbbg @amrqxz

[slashingdisneypasta]

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you come home from a really terrible date who definitely expects to be invited in, you do something Kinda Sneaky... and say you live with your brother and, oops! You forgot your key!!- and knock on the apartment next to yours, acting like this one is yours. Chucky's apartment.

Warnings: N/A.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. No answer.

Humming nervously, because why the hell why isn't he answering?? Please be home, Chucky, p l e a s e- "He must have his headphones on, the dumbass." You throw back to your date, Hank, rolling your eyes like 'brothers, huh?'.

"Hey, if you cant get it, you can always come back to my place?"

"Oh thats nice of you- " Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-

"Bro!" You exclaim in a loud, totally-fake greeting as soon as the door flies open and reveals Charles Lee Ray, looking as if you just woke him up, his hair in his dark eyes and a beer-stained, moth-eaten white t-shirt on that completely washes him out and makes him look like Samara Morgan (Sweet jesus, if you weren't so desperate to get away from Hank, you would be terrified of this nightmare look). His face twists into grumpy, tired confusion but before he can ask you what the hell you're talking about- you slip your arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. "Play along." Dear god, play along.

When you pull back, a hostage-smile pasted to your face standing there with Hank behind you looking bored and annoyed (And wearing a stained t-shirt of his own- under a date blazer), the cranky frown on his face upturns into a smirk. Oh~

You hope to god thats a good smirk and your annoying neighbour is not about to screw you.

Its not like Hank is dangerous, or t h r e a t e n i n g, at all- no. He's fine. But after 4 hours of talking about his fucking car, and The Big Bang Theory (How funny Howard Walowitz is in the first seasons and how misunderstood he is with women- jesus), and meeting his mother at the start-- you are DONE!!

DONE!! FINISHED!

You're up to hear with him and Chucky, as annoying and rude as he is, suddenly feels like a great alternative! At least if you went out with him tonight, you might've gotten a good buzz out of it. Hank took you to a Chuck E Cheese, and he didn't bring a flask.

When Chucky leans against the door and makes room for you to slip by, smirking dangerously at your date, you happily go into his apartment. You never wanted to get in there so bad, before. You never wanted to go in there, period, before today. But now it feels like sanctuary. "So... you're the guy that took out Y/N tonight."

Oh no- he's still talking. Why on earth is Chucky still talking-

"-Yeah thats him!" You cut in, before flashing Hank a bright smile and a waive. "I had a great time- bye Hank!" Please go. Please go. Please go now-

Before your date can leave and you can never see him again, Chucky stops him- and when you glance at his face, you can see an even broader, more mischievous smirk on him. Oh no. "Hold on there, man, wait. I gotta make sure you're alright, don't I??"

"No, bro, you don't." You say pointedly, making Chucky turn that nefarious, lascivious grin onto you for a moment.

"Hehe... I think I do."

Through grit teeth, you beseech him. "Fight the urge." Or, well- beg him. You're begging. You're absolutely begging.

Because wherever Chucky is going to take this, is not going to be good, especially with that evil twinkle in his pale blue eyes. "What kinda brother would I be if I didn't check him?"

"The best brother in the world."

"Ahhhhh... you're just sayin' that. Hey Hank- " When you both turn back to the hallway and see that Hank is, actually, gone-- you're equally baffled and relieved. Thank god, but... when did he leave??? Chucky, on the other hand, pouts. "Damn. ... Maybe he wasn't that into you."

While rolling your eyes, you catch sight of a black object plainly sticking out of Chucky's pyjama pants. "Or maybe he saw the gun tucked into your pants! Is that loaded!??"

"... no."

"No!??" That did not sound definitive!!

"Well yeah, of course it is. But here's the thing, doll. Guess what?" You're about to ask a put-out and huffy 'what?', when Chucky pulls the door to his apartment abruptly closed; standing far too close to you and looking at you in that lecherous Chucky-way that makes you feel so small and squirrelly. Wait- "Look at that?~ You're all mine, all of a sudden~ Hehe,"

As you stand there, half scared/half... something else, you wonder dumbly how and when did you lose control of this situation-

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 16: Charles Lee Ray

Day 16 of Fictober and day 2 of the NSFW alphabets!, I hope you all have been enjoying this direction I've taken fictober as when I post the materlist at the end of the month you'll see my vision for how I wanted to make a "Menu" you could order from with different items on it.

This is another man I am FERAL for, so I hope you all enjoy all the heart and soul I put into this LMAO.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut and Smutty themes. NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

You are this man's entire world. Whatever you need he'll get it for you, he'll take you to the bathroom and run you a bath, get you a glass of water, anything. Just say it and it's yours.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He's cocky so he likes his brain out of everything. He's a serial killer who's never been caught of course he thinks he's the smartest person in the world.

As previously stated, when it comes to you he loves everything. To him you have no faults and the sun might as well rise and set with you.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Despite the fact he's literally a serial killer, I don't think he'd like the mess of it so he's cumming inside you. Doesn't matter where but he just can't be bothered to clean up the mess.

D is for Dirty Secret:

The thought that he could easily kill you at any point while the two of you are having sex really gets him going. He knows even though he's a psychopath he would NEVER hurt a hair on your head but he sometimes just can't keep his mind from fantasizing.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

He hasn't really had many stable long term relationships, let's not forget his time with Tiff wasn't exactly "Healthy" but nevertheless between that and various flings with both victims and non victims alike he's been able to find what he likes and what he doesn't so he has enough experience to be able to please you.

F is for Favorite Position:

He likes missionary the best, sure it's vanilla but he wants to make eye contact with you. He loves to watch your face change and emotions wash over your eyes as you unravel underneath him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He'll crack a few smiles and every so often you'll be able to get a laugh out of him, but for the most part he likes to take things serious. He's not a complete hardass about it and he'll let you have fun.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

Again despite the whole killer thing, in his personal life he strives for cleanliness. He keeps things nice and trimmed and clean for you. Don't be afraid to give him feedback too. If you want him to be a little more trimmed he'll certainly accommodate.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

The most romantic bean you'll ever meet. He wants you to feel loved, cared for and protected while your with him (So you won't leave) but also cause he just loves you. He strives for intimacy with you.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He doesn't really like to jackoff, he'll do it if for some reason he can't get to you or your out of the house or something, but he really likes to save himself for you. Especially when you guys start getting super serious.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Chuck is a dom, but a really soft dom. He likes having control but he also wants to be good to his baby.

He also has a slight affinity for bondage, but more so on the side of blindfolds and sensory depravation. He likes the thrill of you not knowing where he's gonna come from or what he's gonna do.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

His house, it's the safest place for him to keep you away from the prying eyes and well the police, but he will admit the times you two have had quickies in is car after a killing have made him feel some type of way.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

If you ever offer him a lap dance or strip tease he might as well just melt on the spot, especially if you start off in one of his shirts. He loves seeing you in his clothes. He also has a real obsession with domesticity, like if he's had a long day and comes home to you cooking him a nice warm meal he's essentially putty in your hands.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He won't hurt you, no choking, no hitting, no slapping. Nothing like that. He also won't share you, he won't hurt you but he's still possessive as hell over you. If another person even looks at you in a certain way their as good as dead.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

He can go for both giving and receiving to be honest. If you wanna help him relieve some stress after a kill he's all for it and he'll love it. However fully expect him to do the favor back to you. He wants you to feel as good as you make him.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual, most other things in his life are rough and messy. He doesn't want that part to leak into your sex life. Like I said before he wants to make love you to, chucky doesn't fuck.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

If he can help it, no, but every so often he gets so worked up and just can't wait for the two of you to get home or get to a bed. Afterwards he'll apologize to you and take you to a bed to treat you right.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like so he's not gonna wanna really experiment as far as himself goes, but if you wanna try something new he's all for it. He's down to anything you want except if it's anything in is no category.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Are you kidding? He kills people for a living, he's down to go as long as you want too. He can go for however long but usually stops at some point for you to take a breather or to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

This is another thing that's up to you. If you wanna buy them and try them out he's fully down to help you out but he's really not into it. It's a been there done that type of thing, He's tried them before he's just not into them.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases, but it's very very playful teasing, not particularly unfair but it can get you worked up. He'll never bring you to tears or anything though, he'd feel to bad about that.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He moans, not loud, but he definitely moans. He wants you to know what your doing to him. He wants you to know how you make him feel.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Your government name is not a name he ever calls you by, even if he's mad at you. It's pet names all the way, he particularly likes to call you doll, baby, maybe even sweetheart.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

He's not very girthy but he's got enough length and he sure knows how to use it. He's a good 5 and a half maybe 6 inches. Not a lot of girth and pretty straight shooting when he's hard.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

He doesn't have the highest sex drive, but when it's there, it's there and he's gonna need some sort of release.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He stays up for a bit to make sure your ok, once you've bathed and have been cleaned up he'll lay next to you in bed and cuddle you while the two of you make light conversation. Slowly but surely the conversations will die down and the two of you will nod off in each others arms.

[o-druida-ebrio]

Série: Two and a Half Men

Criadores: Chuck Lorre e Lee Aronsohn

Emissora Original: CBS

Ano: 2003 - 2015

[ii-thelightseekers]

can Steven Paul Lee cobs play dance dance revolution at chuck e cheese pls

He’s too old for this

[giggleeclown]

Well.. shit! Sorry! I kind of fucked tickletober over this year on my side. I’ve been in a haunted house this year and also…. I may or may not have gotten Chuck E. Cheese tickle brainrot. So… when the third prompt came around…… I couldn’t think of any other ideas for other fandoms and then proceeded to get art block trying to draw anything but CEC.

What I mean to say is… prepare for lots of CEC tickle doodles and tickle art. (Mostly the PTT era I’m sorry.) There is NO escape.

(Below are a selection of tickle tags for the main band. Occasionally, I might draw art featuring side characters like harmony howlette or crusty the cat. Those tags will be added when they happen. Check these tags out to see if I’ve posted any art with them!)

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Rickie Lee Jones Chuck E's In Love;

[myimaginaryradio]

Chuck E's In Love - Rickie Lee Jones

[sweetlullabyebye]

gotham incorrect quotes using this generator (part 6)

Ed: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!

Lee: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.

Ed, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

-

Oswald: I hate to disagree with you, but-

Barbara: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

-

Harvey: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Ed: I'm aware of that.

Harvey: But then you and I had some time together.

Ed: Uh-huh?

Harvey: It did not get better.

-

Oswald: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Jim, are a fucking cactus.

-

Lucius: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

-

Ed: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.

-

Alfred: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?

Harvey: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

-

Ed: When do I get my own gun?

Harvey: I wouldn’t trust you with my kid’s lightsaber.

-

Ed, over radio: Testing. Testing. Oswald, can you hear me?

Oswald, standing next to Ed: I’m standing right here.

Ed: You’re coming through good and loud.

Oswald: Because I’m standing right here.

-

Jim, on the phone: Where are you?

Harvey: I told you, I’m at work!

Jim: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

*skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

-

Harvey: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly.

Lucius: Why not?

Harvey: Because I don't know what they mean.

-

Ed: Do you know a turtle's only weakness?

Oswald: No... well, their slowness.

Ed: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.

Ed: Now I have a plan.

Ed: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

-

Lee, teaching Barbara to drive: Okay, you're driving and Tabitha and Butch walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Barbara: Oh, definitely Butch. I could never hurt Tabitha.

Lee, massaging her temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

-

Lucius: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

-

Oswald: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Ed: Is that a picture of you?

Oswald: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

-

Jim: Barbara...

Barbara: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. However, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

-

Bruce: Hey.

Selina: Hey?

Bruce: I can't sleep. :/

Selina: I can. Goodnight.

-

Lee: You’re alive.

Barbara: No need to sound so disappointed.

-

Lucius: Did it hurt when you fell-

Ed: From heaven? Foxy, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Lucius: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Ed: ...

Lucius: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

-

Jim: When I die I want everyone in the GCPD to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

-

Lee: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Jim: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Lee: That's not how that works-

-

Harvey: We’ll get back into there or die trying.

Lucius: No one’s dying.

Harvey: Not with that attitude.

Part 5

[zorlok-if]

I saw you're reading legends and lattes which I haven't read yet, but I'd like too! So seeing as you seem like a big reader do you have any recommendations for Halloween reads? Traditional books or if?

I am a pretty big reader. But, even more than that, I'm a library associate so knowing a lot about books and providing recommendations is a core aspect of my job (a job that I adore) 😊

I have been recommending and will continue to recommend Legends and Lattes as a cozy, sweet, delightfully queer read. Definitely give it a go if you've been considering it.

I haven't been able to read much IF recently (so, honestly, I'd be very interested in any recommendations you all might have for good Halloween IF reads) but here are some traditional books (and graphic novels) that I'm happy to pass on. If you have a more specific genre you're interested in, let me know (like I said, this is what I do and I adore it). Many of these don't directly relate to Halloween, but for whatever reason, I think they fit the spooky season. I tried to present a wide range of titles and these are in no order whatsoever. Please enjoy.

Some Spooky Season Recommendations

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree [cw]

(adult fiction, high fantasy, queer romance, sapphic slow-burn, cozy, for dnd fans)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas [cw]

(young adult, queer fiction, spirits and brujería, paranormal romance, first in a duology)

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas [cw]

(adult fiction, gothic, vampires, slow-burn romance, historical fiction)

The House Witch by Delemhach [cw]

(adult fiction, high fantasy, witchcraft, romance, cozy mystery, comedy, first in a series)

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle [cw]

(adult fiction, horror, queer fiction, genuinely horrifying camp)

(and yes, that Chuck Tingle)

The Skull by Jon Klassen [cw]

(juvenile fiction, illustrated, folktale, short, gently spooky)

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman [cw]

(juvenile fiction, horror, ghosts, graveyards, macabre, coming of age tale)

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson [cw]

(adult fiction, horror, gothic, haunted house, mystery)

Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones [cw]

(adult fiction, werewolves, horror, coming of age tale)

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa (in particular, the audiobook narrated by Vico Ortiz) [cw]

(teen fiction, historical fantasy, queer fiction, trans mc, pirates, magic powers, deals with devils)

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna [cw]

(adult fiction, cozy mystery, romance, urban fantasy, witchcraft)

The Witch Boy by Molly Ostertag [cw]

(juvenile fiction, graphic novel, queer fiction, magic and witches, first in a series)

Black Cranes: Tales of Unquiet Women, edited by Lee Murray [cw]

(adult fiction, horror anthology, short stories)

Hollow by Shannon Watters [cw]

(teen fiction, graphic novel, queer fiction, sleepy hollow retelling)

Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno-Garcia [cw]

(adult fiction, urban fantasy, horror, vampires)

A Witch's Guide to Fake Dating a Demon by Sarah Hawley [cw]

(adult fiction, romantic comedy, urban fantasy, witchcraft, demons, first in a series)

Fledgling by Octavia Butler [cw]

(adult fiction, horror, science fiction, vampires)

The Clackity by Lora Senf [cw]

(juvenile fiction, horror, mystery, paranormal investigators, ghosts, first in a series)

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir [cw]

(adult fiction, horror, queer fiction, necromancy, haunted space castle, first in a series)

Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery by Brom [cw]

(adult fiction, dark fantasy, historical setting, witchcraft, devils, revenge, illustrations)

The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson [cw]

(adult fiction, horror, mystery, ghosts, coming of age tale)

Starling House by Alix E. Harrow [cw]

(adult fiction, gothic horror, romance, mystery, haunted house, curses, nightmares)

Nimbus by Jan Eldredge [couldn't find any cws]

(juvenile fiction, fantasy, mc is a magic cat, witchcraft, goblins, for the Warrior Cat kids)

[trrickytickle]

Anomaly WreAks AnArchy on ArAchnid AnArchist

A/N: getting back into the groove of doing requests bc of a req/fic trade with @phobiaoftickles !!!!! HAHAHS THIS DRAFT WAS ORIGINALLY LEE PAV BUT IT HAS BEEN MARINATED AND EVOLVED INTO AN AWESOME LEE HOBART AWESOMENESS STORY FOR DA AWESOME JAMIE OLIVER BOI also footer tickles near the end

SummAry: Non-canon Part 2 of "The Tea Word" (separate from @/tickle-beans' MFTBU)-

In a turn of events, it's revealed that Hobie, being the awesome role model/love triangle rival/ex-runway model/probably ex-con he is, is unexpectedly the most ticklish out of all the Spider-People. (bit of lee!Pav at the beginning, the rest is a shit ton of lee!Hobie)

"C'mooon, go get her! I can't bear this!"

"I-It's not like that!!"

Pavitr continued to egg Miles on about the super palpable romantic tension between him and Gwen, but if it was up to him to say, nothing of the sort was going on. Gwen and Hobie, to Miles' right, were chatting away about what seemed like jargon to Miles and Pavitr, who weren't the slightest bit familiar with music theory.

"So, see, i'sounds better when you capo 3." Clipping the capo on his clipping-covered guitar, Hobie strummed a melodic tune, Gwen looking on in utter amusement.

"Awesome." She gasped, not even attempting to hide her excitement.

Pavitr punched Miles in the arm. "Come on, come on, change the subject! This is so annoying! Will they, won't they, will they won't they-"

Miles chuckled and shoved Pavitr away awkwardly. Hobie glanced over and cocked his eyebrow in a mild annoyance, and smirked. To the untrained, normal, not part of Spider Society eye, this was just a slight change in expression. It wasn't anything to cheer about. But to Pavitr and Gwen- that was the face of somebody about to deliver a deadly poison to those who wronged him, whether that be stealing his Chuck Taylors or punching him a little too hard. Hobie inched over to Miles, scoffing.

"Oi newbie! 'S he annoyin' you?"

Pavitr glared back at Hobie, laughing awkwardly. "I wasn't annoying him, I was just pressing-about a really, very important matter- and it goes without saying that everyone can notice Miles is giving Gwen the e-AAAAAAAAHHH! HOBIEE!! This again!?"

Hobie squeezed onto Pavitr's lower ribs, and looked back at Miles.

"That's one of ...many ways to shut'im up."

Miles laughed. "Bro's a screamer."

Pavitr groaned. "Tickling is not fair!"

"Oh yeah? Well weren't you just poking n' prodding at Mr. Armpit Blood?"

"He was sullying the name of all things rich, sweet and chaIIIII!!!! Nahaha-haha ha ha hahehe-HAH!" Upping the ante, Hobie strummed along his sides and continued with the tickling along his lower ribs, this time pressing onto his upper ones as well. "STOP!"

Gwen laughed nervously. "Yeah, he's right, youshupprobablystop, yaaaayy, you've had your fun!" Gwen laughed nervously, Ghost-Spider hood still over her head in embarassment.

Hobie glanced. "You're next, Gwendy."

"I'm going to go practice the drums. Have fun... Tickling." Cringing with that last word, Gwen bolted out of the rec room. Miles looked on in amusement at Hobie's strumming fingers and Pavitr's exaggerated screeches and death threats and "I'm-gonna-die-s".

Thankfully, the punk placed his hands back on his sides, leaving Pavitr some room to breathe and recover from the giggly stupor. Quickly patting the ghost-tickles away, he quickly perked up and looked over at Miles.

Miles shrugged. "Don't try anything-"

"Hey, hey, you know how Hobie acts all "Ooh, society! Stigma! Anarchy!" That last part was peppered with a thick fake Cockney twang which muddled with the Indian and Pavitr's hushed tone so much it was practically another foreign accent. "But he's reeeaaally ticklish. Like, as well."

Miles muttered. "Okay, okay, I see you..."

"Especially on his-" Just as Pavitr's fingers were about to make the slightest contact with Hobie, his bangled wrist was grabbed and stopped in place by the punk.

"No." Hobie asserted, the slightest twinge of nervousness in his deep voice. "O-or I'll-"

"Or what?" Pavitr sassed. "You gonna colonize us again, tea boy?"

Before an empty threat went past his lips, Miles webbed Hobie's arms together and went straight for the kill on his armpits.

"Or... soon you're gonna be the Spider-Man who's bleeding from the armpits." Miles taunted.

Hobie screeched with frequency that would rival mic feedback as he doubled over to the floor in a lack of balance, but Miles straddled his waist.

"I gotchu, don't worry!"

"kkHAAAA-hhHHHAAAAAH-ha!! Ff-hh-HAH!!" Hobie choked out. "'Umnnot th-ticklish!!" Miles kept vigorously scratching at the punk's pits, and Pavitr took his knees, fingers like insects crawling over the surface and wriggling behind.

"Oh but yes, yes you are!" Pavitr taunted with the sugar-sweet voice he had reserved for cooing at Mayday. "Miles, count his ribs!"

"Um, one, two, three.." the anomaly replied, counting on his pale fingers while his right hand was still tickling Hobie's armpit, albeit less aggressively. Hobie was holding out, but his face burned at the thought of the onlooking Spider-People's reactions. The teens had already gotten some stares from his previous attack on Pavitr, but the others had paid more attention to the sight of Hobie reduced to titters.

"Phehe-HPP-Pav, y-KK-You HHB-berk! Y'WUHULDN'T!"

"No, press DOWN! Like playing piano! Lemme try!" Pavitr moved up, sitting square on Hobie's tummy to demonstrate, two fingers tazing his middle ribs. Miles, following suit, prodded lightly at Hobie's ribcage, eliciting supressed chuckles that sounded a little more like coughs.

"Ffkk-KKKHHHA!! hh-Stop it, ya- hhHIdon'LIKETHAT! HAAAhhh-hHH!"

"Ah-ah, you gotta make little counts too. Ek, do, teen, chaar, paanch, chhah..." The numbers rolling off Pavitr's tounge were the tipping point for Hobie, who with every targeted little prod at his ribcage was breaking more and more and more and he was just about to LOSE IT-

"HH-FF-HA-HYEEE-HA-haha-HUH-HAH!! HAAA- huh-HH-GitOFF! Sling'y hook- Pahaha-HAV!" Hobie's deep voice broke in hoarse laughter, and he squeaked with every utterance of Cockney insult-gibberish interrupted by his own hysterical laughter, shaking in his webbed bonds.

"No, I don't think I will, no, sir! In fact, let's try your tummy!" Pavitr lifted up the duochrome shirt which his a well-toned umber stomach, and with skilled fingers, Miles' hands found themselves creeping along from Hobie's sides swirling into his belly button, then creeping right out to give a few more prods at the ribs. This sent Hobie down a spiral of laughter as inconsistent as he was, with lots of yelps, howls screams and a hilarious cacophony of noises contradicting one another.

"KkgHAHAHA-HhEEEEK-(k-snrk)-ffHHHPHA-HAHA-HhNn! Not hehere- n'-Nn'OTTHERE! (pant)"

"Goodness, your laugh is something else... something ADORABLE!" Pavitr continued teasing him. "Oh, Miles! He also hates it when I do this. Gud-gudi-gudigudi-gudigudi!" Whispering teases that Hobie didn't know the meaning of was a dirty trick- the punk didn't know what Pavitr was saying, but he knew, full well, what those words meant, and they sent goosebumps down his bony neck.

"Damn." Miles laughed. "You try his feet yet? I'm mad ticklish there." At the very notion, Pavitr lit up with a daring gasp.

"Yes." He blurted. "Yes I have, actually." His face changed to that of a playful smirk, as Hobie's gaze grew wide.

"No." Hobie stilled. "Please, Miles, don't lis'n to him- Ah, tom tit." Before he knew it, Hobie's boots flew off and web-patterned socks which were taken off just as quick were revealed. Pavitr held back Hobie's toes, and Miles spidered up and down his soles, laughing lightly along Hobie's hysterics.

"UH-HA-AH-HAHA-hh-HHKKHAA! Phh-PahAHavitr Puh-PrahahPRABAKAR, youhou're a DEAD blo-ho-hohoke, jh-H! Ahahanywhere budduh fuh-huh-HHEEEET!" Hobie howled and hollered, hitting the floor.

"Oh, and I forgot to ask, Miles. You like being tickled?"

Said spider person shook his head.

"Fair." Pavitr shrugged, the casual conversation continuing with every skilled stroke at the punk's peds. "Weell... Hobie liiikes it!" he sing-songed.

"SHhH-SHUT UHU-AHAH-haHhhyyYYou bunch'o WICKS!!" Hobie yelled, only a few decibels louder than his laughter, the noise making Miles back up while Pavitr kept playing at Hobie's toes.

"Does't seem like it. C'mon, let's give him a breather." Miles reassured. He climbed off Hobie, patting his shoulder, and yanked Pavitr's wrist to urge him off of Hobie, who stood up, knees knobbly from the wrath of both Spider-People whom he glared at.

"Heh.. you took it like a champ." Miles smiled up at him.

"You're next." Hobie spat, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. Miles made a small startled scream, and Pavitr laugh.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." By then, Pavitr had booked it out of the rec room.

Hobie cracked his knuckles. "Now, where to start..."