#EHEHEVIL LAUGH!!!!!

[astral-disastral-catastral]

GUESS WHO HIT PITY BEFORE GETTING A SINGLE SMILK BECAUSE THE GAME IS A HATER!!!!!! After spending ≈12,100 crystals to build a little area for him, ≈27,408,421 coins on resources like upgrading toppings and swapping them out and beascuits and upgrading skill to level 90 [which was like 3mil coins..], 5 days grinding to clear every mission except like a few, spending £26.96 in total and went from ≈86k crystals to like ≈35k/43k/45k, fully upgraded 45 deceitful toppings........ I can finally watch him walk around in my kingdom and speak at random intervals and obliterate everyone in arena muahahahaha... TECHNICALLY.. HAPPY BIRTH AND HAPPY DAY SMILK!!! HAPPY SMILK DAY!!! JAN 19TH!!!!

Truth be told, I don't think I'm normal about them.. there is no point in lying about it anymore💔💔💔💔 also can we agree the little song at the end of his gacha theme fits him sm and goes so hard and the way he looks at pv is undeniably yaoi-fueled and screams "i want that cookie so effing bad"

Funfact: giving him a lot of dmg resist bypass and cooldown is a good idea for arena and i think current meta is him, gc, dc, snapdragon and bs wind archer and mf you had a good run you may or may not be missed... 50/50....

[glitchgh0sty]

*slams wip down on table*

*refuses to elaborate*

*leaves*

Yall, this au,, this one right here, 🤖 •o•⁉️,, no words needed, just 😭🤲✨ [perfection <33]

[Mecha pilot jazz au, by Keferon]

[luckyyybutnotthatluckyy]

a request not for event, pls ler Seungmin and Lee jeongin, thanks!

❤️

They are my fav duo! Thanks for sharing anon.

Lee: Jeongin

Ler: Seungmin

Warning: Tk fic, don’t like, don’t read/scroll

Link that gave idea: https://youtu.be/ZxCN6Fgg_U0?si=tWqK28plObf-L9My, credits to whoever made that!

Title: Who ate the Melona?

Hope you enjoy!

Seungmin and Jeongin just decided to start a VLive you know? They were just bored.

“Hi STAYs!” Seungmin smiled pulling the Maknae closer to him.

Jeongin began doing average Jeongin stuff, playing with the filters, and reading STAYs’ comments.

“Hyung?” he asked, a little pout on his face, “It says ‘Are those two our little puppies?’” Pointing to one the of texts.

“Hahah!” he laughed, ruffling Jeongin’s fluffy hair, “By the way, have you seen my Melona? It was in the fridge somewhere.”

“I ate it…” he blurted out.

“You did what? Yang Jeongin you are so dead!” Seungmin declared with a devilish grin, beginning to poke his ribs, knocking the boy out of his chair.

“I’m sahaharry! Ihihi dihihidn’t knohohow it’s yohohours!” he howled in cute giggles.

“My, my, such a cute thief, why don’t I wreck all of your spots because you were caught?” he taunted now aiming at the Maknae’s neck, Jeongin was flustered and was terrified of being tormented everywhere by Seungmin’s devious fingers, “Aww, does it tickle? This is what you get for eating my Melona!”

“NAHAHAHAA! HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!” he pleaded, his eyes a little teary from the tingling sensations.

“Don’t ‘Hyung’ me! You don’t call me that often even though I’m older!” he complained, now kneading the younger’s knees.

“BUHUHUHUT! WEHEHE ARE GOHOHOHOOD BROHOHOS!” he cried, laughing his ass off when Seungmin’s tickling fingers scratched his knees.

“Oh? If we were good bros, then you wouldn’t mind if I do this right?” he innocently smiled, pulling his socked foot towards him.

“NO! Kim Seungmin! I swear to GOHOHOHOD!” he squealed, the elder’s fingers skittering on his socked sole, “AHHAH! YOHOHOU AHARE SOHOHO EHEHEVIL! IT’S JUHUHUST A MEHELONA I’LL BUHUHUY YOHOHOU MOHORE!”

He got the answer he wanted but he couldn’t resist Jeongin’s adorable laughter, so he said, “Yeah, but I like to mess with you Innie.”

“YOHOHOU AHAHAARE GOING TOHOHOHO KIHIHILL MEHEHE STAHAHAP!” the Maknae screamed, kicking him with his other foot.

“Okay okay, gigglebug, but let me do something first,” he teased, leaning towards the younger’s neck.

Something inside Jeongin just went off and alarmed him, causing his entire face to become flushed.

“Please don’t…” he pleaded, although his pleas weren’t enough for the merciless puppy, he inched closer and closer until he blew a raspberry on his neck, he went literal hysterics, “AHAAAHAHAHA! *Snort*! PLEHEHEHEASE! SEUHUHUNGMIN!”

“Learned your lesson? Now it’s okay, I’ll buy us both Melona!” he exclaimed, sitting back on the chair now.

“But…”

“Nope, you don’t have to pay for it, you already paid me your cute laughter,” he continuously teased, the younger finally noticing that the VLive was still on.

“Oh, then now let’s play with filters! And do not open the chats!” he frowned before pulling back his phone, making Seungmin chuckle a little.

The VLive soon ended and both of the vocalists went out to buy more of Melona.

A/N: This lowkey took me so long, for those who don’t know Melona is this ice cream thing.

[idiotic21]

Mr and Mrs Hamato

Chapter 2 - The Mystic She Thief

Previous All Stories

Timestamp - 11 months after the Krang was defeated. Leo has fully healed from his wounds.

Four turtles parkoured their way across the city. What started out as a comforting lazy Saturday morning was suddenly interrupted by a Donnie Alert. Someone robbed the museum of natural history, taking a priceless piece of meteorite with them. 

Leo's voice boomed over the loud street noise, "How much further, Don?". Donnie checked the map on his wristband, "Just five more streets down, wait no- six, gah seven!"

"Can't you get pin the baddie's location?" Mikey frowned as the numbers began to confuse him. "Who moves that fast anyway? It's like they have their own portal or somethin'" Raph complained.

Donnie and Leo shared a look, both possibly thinking the same thing. Donnie nodded, "Probably. With all the crazy - ugh- things we went through -grr- all those years back? I would not be surprised!" the genius concluded over grunts as he moved delicately around some hap-hazard clothing lines. 

Leo grimaced as he eyed the congested streets below, "A good reason not to take the Turtle Tank. We'd only get stuck in the traffic."

"Well, they better be portalling somewhere important. I did not miss my Saturday Morning Breakfast Special just to come out and bash some lowlife thief," the youngest spoke for everyone.

"Yeah!" the four brothers cried out in the agreement. Saturday mornings are not to be taken lightly.

The purple turtle suddenly broke to a stop and the leader in blue quickly signaled Raph and Mickey to do the same. 

The genius removed this tech wristband and hunched over it. His brows furrowed in intense concentration. "What is it, bro?" Leo asked as he leaned on Donnie's battle shell. The boys huddled together as the genius began to explain. 

"My tech managed to track the use of mystic energy from our loose baddie."

"Mystic? So we are dealing with a yokai or a mutant," Raph asked quietly and waited for Donnie's reply. The boys watched silently as the tech whiz suddenly pulled one of Leo's swords and tapped into the mystic portal energy with Donnie's own mystic powers. 

The purple markings on his shoulder began to glow brightly as Leo's energy was summoned into the blades of the sword making the slider's body markings glow as well. Hamato Ninpo thrummed through their very beings, coursing through their veins with fire and electricity.

"Possibly. Could be even human but who's to say anymore? Segue way, I managed to triangulate the assailant's next three exact positions to which they would be portalling to, enabling us to portal right to them at the exact same time," thus bringing Donnie to his usual rambling, "You see, the use of mystic ninpo has only elevated my arsenal in high-unreasonably-futuristic-tech and it has enhanced my tech to levels never known to be ever reachable by the likes of the normal man.... EheheVIL LAUGH " 

The brothers of orange, red, and blue all groaned but wore smiles of amusement at the purple's glorious basking of power. "Sure thing, Don. As much we would love to hear your nerd rambling, we have a villain to catch, dear brother," Leo noogies Donnie and swiped his wristband to his eyes. "Alright boys, next stop ... New Jersey?" 

The Hamato boys simply shrugged. Leo drew his swords and expertly slashed at the sky. The trademarked smirk played on his lips as the neon blue portal opened up with crackling electricity. "Let's get to it boys. Hachi Machi!!" The others were pushed in unceremoniously then the turtle in blue stylishly backflipped into the portal.

---

New Jersey, finally. 

A comlink was activated "...I have the meteorite is in my grasp. I will meet you at the rendezvous at-" the person gasped, dropping the call. Something in the air felt.... electrified?

An ear-splitting crack shook the atoms in the air and a blue portal zapped in front of the thief's face. Behind the thief's mask, their eyes widened in shock as four yokai burst out.

"HOT SOUP!" and the portal collapsed behind them dramatically. 

"Shit!" The thief quickly summoned some mystic energy in their palm and snapped a silver portal to life. "Bye suckers!" they greeted the turtles. As their first foot entered the portal the thief was yanked backward by a golden chain. 

"You ain't going nowhere, baby!" Michelangelo victoriously shouted then yanked the elongated chains of his nunchucks and forcefully twirled the thief away from the portal. 

The thief landed with a thud on the ground, watching as their silver portal fizzled away. 

"You've got to ask yourself one question: Do ya' feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? Cause Neon Leon, and his backup turtles, gotcha'" The brothers groaned. 

The thief was cornered but not willing to give up yet. With lightning-fast moves, they slammed their palms together and a puff of silver smoke engulfed their being. 

The brothers stood in shock for a minute until -poof-, the silver smoke appeared behind them and the thief activated another portal. "Engage, boys!" Leo ordered with style and the turtles grinned wildly, moving with lightning speed. 

Raph activated his sai's. Red mystic energy, fueled by his Hamato ninpo burst out in flames as he punched the ground. The thief was thrown off balance and missed their portal jump. The fight had started. 

"First to knock out the thief is the winner of forever!" Mickey launched his chucks, elongating them to wrap around the thief, and pulled their body towards him, "GIVE US THE SPACE STONE!".  A smug smile lay hidden behind the mask. Mickey watched as one of the thief's hands clutched the gold chains. "Wha...?", a burst of silver energy ran up the chained weapon.

OOF- Mickey was shot back by a silver shock wave and was thrown into Raph, the thief jumped out of the loosened chains and landed gracefully before throwing the regular-sized nun-chucks to the ground. "BROS!" Leo eyed the thief making a run for another portal, "Oh no you don't,". Leo's portal burst right in front of the enemy's. "Leaving so soon?" The thief gasped and dodged the incoming slice of Leo's sword. "How rude, we just got to the party!" The slider began to drive the thief away from the portal. 

The thief was about to activate another portal but their hand was caught by Donatello. "Make way for Von Ryan! Fibonacci! " The turtle in purple stopped the enemy's hand with the tech-bo and slapped a titanium cuff on the thief's left hand with his robotic claw then sent a  kick to their chest. He expertly spun them and Leo slapped another cuff to the right hand. Donnie used his tech-bo to push the thief away.

They stumbled but found grounding. While the turtles gathered, Donnie watched with amusement as the thief tried to snap their way out of existence. It only fueled the genius' ego when he heard the frustrated grunts of the thief. Leo leaned on his twin, watching the thief run a string of curses as they tried to tirelessly conjure their own portal. Raph protectively closed Mickey's ears.

The emotionless mask of the thief turned for a brief moment to asses their captors. The turtles were powerful and the thief was outnumbered four to one. Running away now would delay the inevitable doom of getting caught and they had no idea how to remove these cuffs. Running away would be pointless, so 'Stand your ground and don't show fear'. They thought to themselves.

"No use portalling now, dumdum." Donnie cocked an eyebrow. The thief looked up to find all four turtles wearing the same smug look. Still, they went back to portal making. The brother's watched with mock amusement as the thief only produced wisps of mystic energy. "Save your energy, punk! Those cuffs, my made yours truly, are capable of blocking off one's connection to any form of mystic force." Donnie explained, taking a step forwards. 

The thief stood their ground and warily watched the purple nuisance. As if to show utter disregard for the turtle's warning, the thief brought both hands to the center of their abdomen. Donnie watched with peaked interest as the thief touched their thumbs and middle fingers together and folded the rest in. The brother's picked up a light hum of electricity suddenly filling the air. Donnie knew the strength of the cuff but was eager to test just how much mystic power it could hold off. He did test it on his brothers, as usual, but it only got him so far. Though not far enough to make a solid conclusion. 

"Donnie.." Leo warned but it fell on deaf ears. If Donnie didn't react, his brothers would not as well. They trusted Donnie's judgment over his own tech. The four turtles watched as streaks of silver light began to accumulate around the thief. Since Donnie was the closest to them, he could notice the strain it took to fight the cuff power block. The thief's body was shaking.

"Alright, you proved your strength, but there is no point to strain yourself. Surrender, you're surrounded." Donnie demanded.

The thief showed no signs of relenting. Eyes watching fearfully from behind the mask, they groaned and summoned more mystic power. The wind seemed the catch up as their mystic energy seemed to grow stronger. 

"Donnie..is this safe?" Raph asked warily after noticing the sudden power shift, but Donnie was too fascinated by the sheer stubbornness of the wrongdoer. A spark of silver light danced over the cuffs, showing the strains of  Donnie's tech fighting over the silver mystic power. 

"Fascinating! NO! SPELLBINDING! ENTHRALLING!"

Donnie's loud exclaim drowned out his brother's yells of panic as the wind currents began to pick up with violence. "Such power and wit! The strong sense of determination! An opportunity to witness this is beyond my wildest imagination. The data that could potentially make my mystic tech even greater, and bolder is in the center of my palm!"

The genius was more than fascinated watching the spectacle around him. Purple mystic energy rose from the cuffs and began to fight away the silver energy of the enemy. That was not the only thing that happened, for, within the souls of the thief and Donatello, a cord was struck. Something so primal and innate woke within them. The two unknowingly locked eyes. 

For a moment in time, the thief could feel every thrumming fiber of the turtle before them. Their energies no longer fighting but bonding and intensifying. Donnie gasped, taking a step back when he felt the spike of energy rise in the person before him. His body tingled as the silver mystic energy seared his veins, giving him a  taste of immense power as he had never felt before. His Hamato Ninpo beamed with radiance as his purple marking took on a silver outline and glowed brightly. Donatello grasped at his chest.

He felt power.

He felt fear.

He felt ... belonging. 

He..he felt .... HER!

"Wait? You're a girl?!" 

 That small thought shattered whatever connection the two experience. A strong blast of mystical energy relapsed into the cuffs and was beamed away. The turtles were pushed down by the blast of radiating mystic force. The thief was thrown backward while the facemask cracked and split down the middle.

---

"Don... Donnie... Hey, hey Donnie!" Three blurry figures loomed over the purple, now groaning, Othello Von Ryan, a.k.a Donnie. 

"Get off me..." Donnie weakly pushed his brothers away. "Gah, what happened?" He said, gently rubbing the back of his head. "The blast, Dee. The whole, -WHOOSH, KABLAMMO KAPOWW!" Mickey flailed his arms around like a wild chicken. Raph gently pushed Mickey into Leo's hands and helped Donnie up.

"You tell me, buddy. The thief did some mystic energy stuff and next thing we all knew, the energy exploded and BOOM, here we are," Raph said, turning around to make sure his other two brothers are doing fine. 

"You alright? You look like you just went through a heavenly revelation or something.." Leo pointed to Donnie's surprised face. Finally, after a few seconds, it clicked in him. Donnie remembered that weird thing between him and the.... and the "..THE MYSTIC SHE THIEF!"

Donnie pushed himself up to shake Leo like a pepper shaker. "What happened? Where is the she thief?"

"She thief? You mean that thief?" Mickey pointed out innocently, saving Leo from Donnie's deathly shakes. 

The purple genius let out a strangled breath as he was reminded of the strong connection earlier. It grossed him out just as much as it yanked on his bleeding curiosity. Silently, the other brothers followed close behind Donnie as they approached the mysterious figure. 

The thief grunted in slight pain. "Owww..." she muttered, rubbing her head and pushing a mass of black curly hair out of the way. Little did she know she was being watched intensely by four blushing teens.

When she turned to face them. Her eyes passed over everyone but locked right in when she found Donnie's and there was the connection again. A flash of purple ran glazed over her eyes, and a flash of silver reflected in his own. Chests heaving, hearts unknowingly beating as one. The two teens remain entranced with one another, noticing the flush pink rising on their cheeks. Leo glanced at his twin and back at the girl, then back at him.  Neon Leon broke the silence with his famous oneliners. 

Leo smirked and slung his arm over Donnie, yanking them closer to the thief "Sooo..... a cutie and baddie huh?" 

"Wha-?" Donnie blinked furiously. The thief seemed to snap out of her trance too, deciding them to glare at the turtles. Raph and Mickey just seemed lost. "No wonder you got Don Boy all flustered up. Ya know' cute but mean? His type and all"

Donnie had half the nerve to slap Leo, but with the girl in front of him, he just froze. Leo took matters into his hands and let go of Donatello. The girl shuffled away weakly as the slider approached her. "Hey, wait-" she tried to fight but he shushed her playfully and bound her hand to her front, and covered her eyes with a blindfold. "As leader, I say we bring mystic she thief to the lair for interrogation, and other purposes for teasing Donnie-" Leo looked to Raph for a professional leader-ing opinion on the first plan and Raphael nodded, giving Leo a thumbs up.

"Hrmph!" Donnie froze as the girl was shoved into his hands."Keep an eye on her 'purple dude'" said Leo a little too loudly so the girl heard him. Donnie just stared down at her helplessly, speechless, definitely not aided by the feeling of his heart beating right out of his chest for some reason unknown to him. She felt his shaky hands gently gripping her shivering upper arms. Hearts unknowingly beating as one.

"But why?" Mickey put his fingers to his lips, questioningly. Leo grumbled and gestured to Donnie's face and the apparent blush creeping from under the girl's blindfold at the knowledge of being held extremely delicately but the 'purple dude'. Raph then began to giggle... "Owh... OWHHH,"

Mickey finally came to his senses, "Hot dang, son! Donnie has a cr-".  Leo slapped his hands over Mickey's big mouth and laughed.

"Vamanos, hermanos. Let's bring the party to the lair." He declared and sliced a portal open. 

So the story begins.

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[someone1348]

This one is for @crybabykithes i hope you enjoyyy! Thank you for the continued support! Anyways!

People in this: Ler!Philza, Lee!Technoblade

Prompt #15, You're so cute when you're laughing

(PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!!!)

Tw: none this is soft!

With all that being said enjoyyyy!

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The art of laughter a book written by Philza Minecraft

Techno alllways had his nose in a book, wether it be a fantasy book with dragons and monsters or the art of war (his personal favorite) he was always reading and finding new things to read,

He wasn't a very social person but he enjoyed it, his family respected that too, and he took comfort the quiet and warm atmosphere that reading would bring when he could get some.

So there the pinkette was, sitting comfortably on his chair with the fire going, book in hand and warm tea on the countertop next to him.

"Whatcha' Reading?" A voice broke his thought as he took a deep breath in coming back to reality

"Art of war" he stated in his normal monotone voice nodding up at the winged figure standing in front of him blocking the fire light,

"Again? Haven't you read that like a million times before"

"Yes, this is now 1 million and 1 times" he stated with a snarky remark making dadza laugh

"Funny funny, come, you're hanging out with me today, book down mister"

The anarchist deadpaned him

"Why?"

"Because"

"Phillll"

"Techhhh"

Heres the problem Phil had only gone downstairs to bother Techno for two reasons one he's his son and two he was hit with a bigg ler mood and Tech was the only one home, he put two together and bamm!

"I want to read" he said quietly looking back down at his book

"Yeah? You know i actually know a really good book by this one amazing author i know that i could lend you"

His ears perked up and he spoke without taking his eyes off of the book,

"Im listening'"

"Its called the Art of Laughter quite similar to the book you're reading right now actually!" Phil said with excitement

He set the book down on his lap

"I'm intrigued, who's it by?"

"Philza Minecraft" Phil stated lunging forward clawing at his sides

"PHIL-!" The book fell to the floor as he squirmed in the seat scrunching up in the chair

"Hehe, Yea Tech? Something wrong?~" he teased squeezing up and down his sides

"KNohOHAHA- KNOCK IHIHIT *snort* OOoHOhoff!!"

"Dawwwww! You really are Technoblade huh?! Thats adorable tech!"

"SHUHUHU- shuhuhut up!"

Phil eased up his pace now moving to scribbling alone Techno's stomach,

"Aww Kitchy coo Techno~ you know, You're so cute when you're laughing its alot better then grumpy you! Thats actually chapter two in the book!" Phil giggled as Techno groaned pushing at his hands

"IHihim not cute! Im TECHNOBLAHAHADE-! PHIL! NO!"

Phil laughed as he dragged his nails behind to his lower back causing him to break out into hysteria.

"Ticklish back Tech'~"

"YOUHOHOU'RE EHEHEVIL!"

"Says the anarchist who reads about war"

"OHOHOH SHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR MOUTH OLD MAHAN!"

"Oh thats it!" He joked flipping him over blowing a raspberry to the middle of his spine

"NAHAHAHAAHA IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY IM SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Chapter number 3 if they mess with you get him were it tickles most!"

"Gohohot it I'll study!" Techno joked back flipping himself back over

"You should theres gonna be a test on this Friday"

"PFFT-"

He ruffled his long pink locks going to the kitchen to get some tea as well,

"Love ya' dad"

"Love you too son"

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE! I hope you all enjoyedd!! :D

-K

[captainficspace]

Bump in the Night- Klaus’ Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves

A/N: These two are my absolute favorites and I love them so, so much. I hope y’all enjoy. 

 “Ow!” Ben pulled away from his brother, covering his face. Practicing with his new corporeal form may have sounded like a good way to spend the day, but it was his own fault when he got too cocky and tried to sneak up on Klaus and startle him by grabbing his shoulders.

“What-“ Klaus’ eyes softened, reaching out for him. He hadn’t meant to elbow Ben in the face. He didn’t mean to do anything. Having Ben touch him after so long was so jarring and now he was mad and they were never going to work together the same because he ended up hurting everyone and it was his damn fault.

“As soon as you find out we can touch, you’re trying to knock my lights out, huh?”

“Let me see. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Ben still covered the side of his face, grimacing. How long could he pull this off until Klaus caught on that he was hatching a plan?

“It hurts like hell. Do I have a black eye?”  He kept feeling along his cheekbone and eye socket, just enough that Klaus couldn’t get a good look. If he knew Klaus was going to look so guilty, he wouldn’t have planned such a counterattack, but it was too late now.

“I can’t tell, maybe get closer?” Ben reluctantly leaned in, finally taking his hand away and dramatically revealing absolutely nothing was wrong with his face at all.

 “Hey, I thi-“ Next thing Klaus knew, he was flat on his back with his wrists pinned down over his head. Ben smirked down at him, shifting to the side to pin his legs down with his knees.

“Sike!” He crowed.

“You prick!”  Klaus was so overwhelmed with the relief that he hadn’t hurt Ben that his betrayal had taken a solid moment to process.

“Don’t you remember any of those war strategy books we had to read?” Rule 34. Fake an injury to gain sympathy from the enemy. If only he had remembered. The bastard.

“What I don’t remember is how you got so dense. Aren’t you supposed to be…floaty?” How did Ben get so strong? For a second, he thought about weakening their connection so he could squirm away, but Ben didn’t ask for much and to be honest, Klaus had it coming.

“So you apparently you’re going to abuse me verbally instead of physically. Let’s see where that gets you.”

“I’m telling the truth! You got h- ACK!”  Ben slipped one hand down to grab at his brother’s exposed waist, grinning as he yelped and tried to curl in on himself.

“Oh, I’ve missed this.”

“Ok, you got me. Now you c-“ He spidered his hand up Klaus’ side, making his words break off into giggling.

 “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t understand.” He started to squeeze his way along his sides, making his laughter rise half an octave as he kicked and gasped and helplessly swatted at him.

 He didn’t need to have his arms pinned down after all. Neither of them had kept up with their training much, and any attempts at sparring lately had been them weakly slapping at each other until it inevitably turned into tickling to get a cheap victory. Klaus pushed at Ben’s hands and tried to block his attempts at getting his hands under his arms again, but when he tried to fight him off, his brother’s ghost hands went straight through his own.

“..A-are you doing that yourself?” Ben could touch him, but not the other way around. How was that even fair? Klaus could fight him tooth and nail, but all his attempts at contact went straight through. Ben’s hands, however, felt just as tangible and solid as the ground beneath Klaus’ squirming body.

“I guess? But I can still do this!” He wriggled his fingers right above his ribs, preparing to strike before switching places and digging into his hips instead. Klaus screeched, throwing his head back and arching his spine so sharply he nearly threw Ben off. The old bait-and-switch got him every time.

“Are you trying to wake the dead? I’m already here!” He couldn’t help giggling, part at his own joke and part because of the shrieking, infectious cackle that was wracking his brother. It felt so good to feel someone again, to laugh with them. This had to have been the most carefree he had seen Klaus in forever, head tipped back and cheeks going red.

 Klaus finally managed to squirm out from under him, trying to army-crawl away before Ben was right back on top of him.

“It’s adorable that you think you’re protecting yourself.” He said, making his hands into claws and lightly scraping down his back.

 “You’re ehehevil!”

“You hit me in the face and called me fat-“

“D-dense!”

“So if anything, I’m just getting even.”

Klaus tried to mimic his words in a high-pitched, whiny voice, but his laughter overtook him as Ben started scribbling around his shoulder blades. He knew just where to go and how to touch to get the best reactions. Scratching at his shoulders made him tense up and squeak. Poking at his underarms made him howl. Digging his thumbs into his hips made him go into silent hysterics, only interrupted by snorts.  Ben couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t ask him to stop once. He was having the time of his life. They both were.

Klaus finally ended up shifting over to curl up on his side, knees pulled up and not afraid to kick if Ben got too close.

 “And now I have everything at my disposal, how considerate.” Instead of pouncing, Ben got him from behind again, tangling their legs so he could get at Klaus’ back and hips at the same time.

 “Now if you just, I don’t know, apologize for everything you’ve done…I might show you a little mercy.”

“Never!”

“Ow!” Ben yelped, as Klaus had thrown his head back again and accidentally headbutted him.

 “I-I’m soho-HA-ry!”  He turned to check for damage, still giggling helplessly. Ben tried his best to scowl, but was softened when he saw the crinkles in the corners of Klaus’ eyes and the tears running down his cheeks. It had taken him all of 30 seconds to contradict himself, but Ben was out for blood.

“Apology not accepted.” He launched a new attack, scribbling up and down the backs of his ribs, crossing over to his back, occasionally venturing up to his shoulder blades. Klaus finally let out the iconic witch cackle of his that the family had teased him about, almost more shrieking than laughing. Ben channeled every bit of this corporeal form into seeing how far he could take things. His face may not have been hurting anymore, but he tasted vengeance and now he was insatiable. Klaus’ reactions only kept him going, the way he snorted or how his eyeliner was running. Ben had gotten him to the stage where he was completely lost in laughter, only able to wriggle slightly in his grasp and shake his head.

  Ben finally let up after one last series of squeezes, starting at his hips and working up to his waist and sides, ending with a flourish right at the top of his ribs. Klaus curled up with his knees to his chest, wheezing.

 “I figured you’ll apologize better when you can talk.”

“F-fuck youhou.” Klaus gasped out. He rubbed at his eyes, but only succeeded in making himself look like a raccoon as he smudged the remaining eyeliner all over his face.

“Ok, panda-ass.” Klaus pretended to look hurt for a moment, but Ben noticed he was biting his lip. The edges of his mouth trembled, and with a loud snort, he fell apart all over again. Ben joined in, overtaken with the silliness of the entire situation. Neither of them could stop laughing for what felt like the longest time, rolling around and swatting at each other like they had done many, many years ago.

One of the best parts about tickling Klaus was how long he stayed tickled. Anyone could count on him still being overcome with snorts and hiccups a solid two to five minutes after they stopped.  Ever since he was a kid, he couldn’t stop giggling for the longest time, much to the teasing of the others going “Why are you still laughing?” and “We’re not even touching you!” Apparently, it was all still true as he stretched out flat, limp and giddy as he tried to catch his breath. Ben watched Klaus as he laid there, holding his ribs and tittering to himself. He couldn’t help but laugh at just how ridiculously happy he looked.

 “Panda-ass.” He repeated, shaking his head and catching his breath. “You suck.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” Klaus reached out to smack at his leg, but Ben snuck his hand up under his arm and got in a quick tickle. His brother screeched and curled up even tighter, still giggling ever so slightly.  If anyone walked in on him now, they would think he was completely stoned to the bone, Ben thought.

 “Who thought you’d be so worked up over ghost tickles, huh?”

“You need to stop.”

“Make me.”

“I will when I’m not at death’s door.” There was one last thing Ben wanted to try feeling. He moved closer so that he was right beside Klaus and could use his torso as a pillow, tucking his hands beside his head.

 “If you move, I’ll tickle you again.” Klaus held up his hands in-mock surrender, all too happy to get a moment of rest as the last of the giggles bubbled out, shaking his chest. Ben grinned at the feeling. Hearing someone laugh and seeing someone laugh was great, but actually feeling it? Ben had missed it terribly.

 When Klaus finally got his breath back and was ready to wrestle Ben down and get revenge, he realized he missed feeling laughter come from himself as well.

[ticklyyuurikatsuki-blog]

Role Reversal

Prompt from @ticklygiggles : #2 “You’re not allowed to do that” with lee!Victor

Word count: 1,179

“VIHIHIHIHICTOR PLEHEHEASE!!” Yuuri screamed with laughter as Victor relentlessly tickled his hips.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ You can’t get away, can you?” Victor teased and started to tickle the younger man’s inner thighs.

“VIHIHIHITYA NO! MEHEHEHERCY I’M GOHOHONNA DIE I’M TOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLISH”

Victor stopped and grinned, cuddling Yuuri close to him as he laughed weakly into his chest.

Yuuri always seemed to end up here, his limbs weak and his lungs desperate for air because of Victor’s tickling fingers. 

One of these days, Yuuri was going to tickle Victor back. Someday, but not right now. Right now, he just wanted to cuddle with Victor and take a nap. Getting tickled was an exhausting job.

As usual, Yuuri was rudely awoken by the feeling of Victor’s fingers vibrating between his lowest ribs. His waking thoughts broken up by the ticklish feelings running through his nerves, and his laughs hoarse from so much shrieking yesterday.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty~” Victor cooed and slowed his tickling fingers. 

Yuuri thought quickly, he decided that today would be day he would attempt to get Victor back for all the times he had tickled him. although he didn’t really mind and was kind of obsessed with it and Victor knew that

Yuuri gathered all his strength and courage and tackled Victor backwards, pinning his wrists above his head, still giggling from being tickled awake.

“Yuuri?” Victor asked and looked up at the younger man’s pink cheeks. 

“My turn” Yuuri said, quietly, watching Victor look at both his wrists. Yuuri looked at Victor with fire in his eyes and Victor knew he was fucked.

“I’m going to tickle you, Vitya” Yuuri said, solidifying his plans. For the first time ever, Victor’s blush wasn’t a pale pink, it was red.

“You’re not allowed to do that!” Victor said, starting to get nervous. Victor couldn’t remember the last time he was tickled, he could barely remember where he was ticklish.

“Of course I’m allowed! You tickle me all the time, Victor!” Yuuri said and moved Victor’s hands, pinning them underneath his knees.

“Don’t you think it’s time I get some revenge?” Yuuri said and smiled sweetly, making Victor melt. He could never resist Yuuri when he smiled like that.

Victor whines and pulled weakly at his hands, smiling nervously. Yuuri smirked, Victor recognized that look from his Eros routine. 

Yuuri rested his fingertips on Victor’s abdomen and leaned closer to their noses were touching. Yuuri could feel Victor suck his stomach in, a beautifully helpless grin overtaking his face.

“I’m barely touching you, Vitya” Yuuri whispered, grinning. “Are you that sensitive?”

“I-I can ti-tickle you without t-touching you!” Victor yelped, trying to maintain his tough facade. Yuuri glided his fingers over Victor clothed sides and watched him arch his back. 

“you can win 5 consecutive gold medals,” Yuuri whispered and started to tickle Victor’s ribs, making him squirm and gasp. “but you’re undone by just a few ticklish touches”

Victor didn’t know how much longer he could keep his giggles in his throat, especially with Yuuri being so mean.

“St-Stohohop!” Victor squeaked and shook his head as he grinned.

Yuuri grinned as he tickled Victor’s ribs with more force, making him squeak and giggle like Yuuri never thought he would hear. It was an unforgettable sound, uncontrolled and happy.

Victor cursed himself for letting those small laughs out, because now he couldn’t stop laughing. Yuuri’s fingers worked so quickly.

“Your laugh is intoxicating” Yuuri whispered and giggled in Victor’s ear. Victor was going to die if Yuuri kept this up. 

Yuuri moved up and started to tickle closer and closer to Victor’s armpits, which caused his laughter to become more desperate and high pitched.

“Yuhuhuhuurri nohohoho!!” Victor begged and snorted, clamping his arms down to his sides, trapping Yuuri’s fingers there.

“No? I don’t think you are in a position to tell me no, Vitya” Yuuri said and wiggled his fingers into his underarms.

Victor shrieked and squirmed, laughing loudly. Yuuri grinned and focused on this spot.

“Now, why wouldn’t you want me to tickle you here? It seems to be one of your best spots~”

Victor swore in between his uncontrollable hysterics, Yuuri was too good at this for Victor’s well being.

“YUHUHUHUURI PLEHEHEASE!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” Victor begged and arched his back in a vain attempt to dislodge Yuuri’s hands.

“Aww, the legend Victor Nikiforov can’t handle his armpits being tickled?” Yuuri teased and tickled his highest rib.

Victor snorted and squealed, his nose scrunching up and his cheeks becoming redder every time Yuuri found a new spot to tickle.

Yuuri leaned forward and started to kiss Victor’s neck in ticklish places, causing Victor to gasp in shock.

“Y-Yuhuhuhuuri plehehehease” Victor giggled and leaned his head back.

“Are you begging me now? The tables have certainly turned, haven’t they?” Yuuri whispered against Victor neck, taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against the side of Victor’s neck.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO” Victor screamed and shook his head, snorting with joyous laughter. Yuuri was ungodly good at this, wasn’t he?

“Mehehehercy! Plehehease Yuhuhuuri, I’ll dihihihihie!” Victor snorted and went limp under his lover.

Yuuri stopped and sat up on Victor’s hips, grinning at his disheveled lover. No one probably ever saw Victor like this. His cheeks were red as he panted, his hair all over the place, his belly pink from where Yuuri had tickled him.

“Yohou are ehehevil” Victor cried out dramatically, throwing his forearm over his eyes.

“You’re a drama queen. I was being so nice” Yuuri teased and leaned back to tickle Victor’s tummy.

Victor laughed and pulled his hands out from under Yuuri’s knees and held his wrists still, tears of mirth falling down his cheeks.

“I guess I really do have more stamina than you, Vitya~” Yuuri grinned, intertwining his fingers with Victor’s.

“I-I’m gonna get yohou back for that” Victor said, still giggling. “Noho one tickles V-Victor Nikiforov and gehets away with it”

Yuuri kissed the older man and wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it” Yuuri said and blushed. This was the closest he would ever get to admitting how much he liked to be tickled.

Victor hugged Yuuri around the waist and nuzzled his shoulder, craving affection after the brutal tickling. Victor grumbled into Yuuri’s neck, making the younger man smile.

“Would you forgive me if I made you a special pork cutlet bowl, just for you?” Yuuri asked in a sweet voice, playing with Victor’s hair soothingly.

Victor nodded, looking up at Yuuri with one of this heart shaped grins. Yuuri didn’t know how he ended up being with someone so perfect.

“Vitya?” Yuuri whispered, grasping Victor’s hand. “I love you”

Victor smiled and put his hand on the side of Yuuri’s face, pulling him into a sweet kiss. 

I fall in love with you a little more every time you say that, Victor thought.

“I love you, too. You’re still gonna get tickled later~” Victor teased and Yuuri grinned bashfully.

“Food first,” Yuuri said and held Victor’s hand as they walked into the kitchen “tickle torture your fiance later�� 

[franklyshipping]

"A piece of what, exactly, Alex? Because I for one would like a piece of this tummy... that would be fine, right?" he leans down, nuzzling your shirt up a little to reveal your tummy, making sure to brush it with his stubble. "Yes, I think I'll just-- OMNOMNOMNOM!" he begins to nuzzle into your tummy, making ridiculous growling noises as he does. He looks up, just for a second " And I do not have demon aids, just for the record." before immediately diving back into your tummy. --Dark

OHMYGODOHMYGOD NOHOHOHO NAHAHAT MY TUHUHUHUMMY!!! *laughs and snorts as i buck heavily* YOHOU’RE EHEHEVIL! 😳😳😆😘💜