#Ler!Fit

[kanene-yaaay]

Chasing Laughter

Kanene's Notes: Heyaa! Gosh, it's been a long time since I've been able to write and finish AND post a fic. But! I've got a new fandom >:D uytredrtyuidfg So, at first I didn't know a lot about Fit but GOSH, now he is one of my faves. Like, a guy that is trapped in a experiment controlled by a gigantic force that is not above torturing, experimenting and doing awful thing just to keep the control and yet this is the happier he had ever been? Because he has a wonderful son and friends? Because here, different from the world filled with war he came before, he at least knows a bit of peace? And he would do anything to still have this love, happiness and family he found? B r u h I am on the FLOOR Although, I still haven't watched a LOT of him so probably this is kind of OOC but yeah it is what it is dfghujuygtfrftgy

Warnings: None. This is pure flluff and plyaful tickles. Ticklish!Ramón and Ler!Fit. Around 1.000 words. General warning: this is a tickle fic

[~*~]

Ramón took off running.

It felt almost natural, now. He learned to run for his life a long time ago, nowadays being able to deal much better with all the thoughts his mind had to attend to. Where he should step, when he should keep going or try to hide, how far was his pursuer, what could he do to get just a few more seconds before help came… 

At first, it wasn’t supposed to be a game, running away from someone more than often isn’t in his daily life. Not with the place that they lived. The island.

But, well… 

The wind ruffled his hair and the adrenaline raced in his veins, heartbeat going in sync with his footsteps, painting in firm strokes and nimble steps determination in every turn and dodge. The voice that followed him on his path only served as a reminder that it was just a fun chase.

It was hard to not have fun when his father was involved. 

“Ramooon, where are you? You can’t run forever, my baby boy.”

All of this was Dapper’s fault, really. He was a menace and immature and the one who didn’t know when to admit that he had lost the wrestling match and so decided to change to cheating so he could win. And no. It didn’t matter that technically Ramón had also cheated by sneaking up behind his twin and starting the play fight when the other was busy building. That is not cheating. This is being tactical and having a strategy . Cheating is resorting to unfair methods like throwing all your weapons and tools to the ground, shoving your hands under the enemy’s chestplate and squeezing their sides non stop.

Tickling isn’t even allowed in a real fight! Dapper doesn’t even expect the big storm that is coming to him, Ramón also has a lot of a very kind of giggly, tickly blackmail about his brother that he is more than happy to share with his uncle Bad.

He just needed to survive this chase first.

With the potato gun in his hand he turned around, firing. None of them hit the target, it was hard when both of them were moving so fast and inconsistently, full of zig zags, circles and jumps on the usual irregular soil.

“Ops, almost got me there, Ramon, but you can’t escape your father.”

Ramón almost laughed, almost cursed and almost tried to shoot another round of potatoes on his dad for being so embarrassing.

“You know I will always find you. Come here, my boy!”

In the end, he ended up stumbling.

His body didn’t even had the chance to fall on the grass before two hands, warm and kind. larger than life, full of scars that contained brave stories and strong enough to hold him dangling in the air in what his Tío Foolish liked to call the “Air Prison”, got him from behind.

“Oh! Oh!! I got you, I got youuuu, my beautiful, beautiful baby boy! Look what I have right in my hands, a cute little sneaker who thought that he could outrun his old man, huh? You love to see it.”

Ramón struggled on the hold, kicking and feeling his cheeks light up in flames at his father’s usual baby voice, trying to ignore with his entire might all the giggles crawling up his throat and the gigantic smile that fought to take over his mouth. 

He was NOT going to lose this time! No matter how much embarrassing praises and unfair baby voices his own father attempted to pull against him, he would keep himself strong and simply not break!

(He always did. No matter how long they’ve played this game of hide and seek and chase, or how often his father’s eyes glinted in pure happiness when he saw him awake or even how the pride took over his words and gestures every time Ramón showed him his newer project. Everyday Ramon tried to keep his composure, his mature self in front of him as a shield and a preparation. Yet,  every single day his dad came and let him act and feel like he was… like he could be just a child in front of him.)

All his thoughts came to a halt and got scrambled when suddenly he was thrown upwards and spun in the air, no time to get the grappling hook to escape the situation before Fit caught him again, now with both of them being able to face each other. 

His father’s grin was as mischievous as big. Ramón huffed and squinted at him and did not pout at his destiny. 

A couple of fingers sneaking under his armpits and digging there quickly made his grumpy demeanor melt in a loud squeak.

"Ohoho, what is this? Is that a smile that I am seeing right there? A big, bright and starry five stars smile, indeed."

Ramón shook his head, entire body shaking with the struggle of keeping the laughter inside. His hands attempted to push his father's hold away, but it would be much easier to try to move a mountain. 

The fingers began crawling downwards, giving each rib a few quick, nimble scribble before focusing entirely on squeezing his sides, not being even slightly discouraged by the smaller’s tactic of trying to become a defensive ball, a couple of quiet yelps escaping when the scratching found a sweet spot right where his sides and ribs connected.

"I think someone's barrier is about to crack.~" Fit playful taunted.

A couple of giggles ran away without permission from his mouth, his smile growing from one ear to another as each tickle seemed to send a tingly, funny kind of adrenaline in his veins.

It took only single scribble on his stomach for everything, every squeal, giggly snort, squeaky wheeze and crackling to come trembling down from his mouth, filling the air with a loud, energetic laughter and a quiet, amused chuckle that danced together amidst the wind and the trees.

For a few moments that was all that existed, the silly, playful, tickly moment and genuine laughter. It lasted a couple of minutes before Fit decided they both already had their fun and that Ramón could use some of benefits of taking big, uninterrupted gulps of air.

"Okay, okay, enough. I don't want to take it too far." His father's movements weren't exactly gentle , still roughed in the edges by the life he had before the island, but he was the most careful as he let him on the ground and discreet enough to not snicker too loud when Ramón wobbled a bit on the same spot, left over sniggers still escaping and making his nose scrunch up. "Are you alright, Ramón?"

The kid just quietly wiped the beginnings of tears that formed in the corner of his eyes before, in a flash, grabbing his sword and quickly hitting his dad with a clear swing before jumping away.

"Wh- wha- what! Hey!" His voice was the perfect mix of amused and exasperated. Not a single drop of regret in it as the flames danced on his armor, barely even affecting him. "Now, come on…"

He stepped closer to the smaller one, only for Ramón to jump away once more and pull his spyglass, squinting at him in a clear show of protest.

(Of course both realized how the corner of his mouth was still up in a remain of a happy smile, how the swing was totally non harmful and how he would never, ever, truly run away from his father.)

"OK, OK, you're right, that was unfair of me." Ramón slightly bent his knees, hand still close to his sword, waiting for more. "What if we go clear that dungeon you mentioned earlier? Think you could forgive me then?"

The kid quickly put away his spyglass, stepping closer and nodding pleased. His father was smart. He knew he would stop being silly and see the reason, eventually.

Fit watched as his kid led the way, a pep on his step and a joyful hum in the tip of his tongue. His chest filled with warmth, realizing (not for the first or last time) how lucky he was to have all of this in his life.

He will do anything to keep this happiness, to keep them, alive.

[~*~]

Ramón may or may not strategically try to get his revenge in the future in front of a very curious and mischievous Brazilian (Pac really needed a Second to Breath when he heard Fit giggling for the first time, and, really, how could he just NOT help his sobrinho, ya know?) and ever since their life (and bit by bit the life of everyone in the island because rumors fly like crazy and not a single one in there isn't prone to some mischief) got filled with much more laughter and sillyness Just wanted to write some light-hearted fun

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

dude. DUDE.

TUMBLR SEXYMEN: EPIC THE MUSICAL AU

(I'm listing off characters from the wiki itself, as well as prior knowledge to listening to the songs! @marshiestars and I were talking about this for a good bit and it was amazing!!)

Bill - Odysseus

Once-ler - Penelope

Alastor - Eurylochus

??? - Polyphemus

Hatsune Miku - Athena

???/Sexyverse!Samantha (sona, might be changed) - Aeolus

Sans - Poseidon

Ghirahim - Hermes

Double Trouble - Circe

Mordecai Heller - Tiresias

Belos, Kylo Ren, etc - The Sirens

Dream - Scylla

??? - Zeus

Cipherler fankid - Telemachus

??? - Antinous

??? - The Suitors

??? - Calypso

??? - Anticlea

??? - Apollo

??? - Hephaestus

??? - Aphrodite

??? - Ares

??? - Hera

THIS WILL BE UPDATED WHEN THE OTHER ALBUMS COME OUT!! Anyways drop your suggestions for the question marked roles :)

Cecil Palmer as Zeus is funny to me tho, just a side thought sdfghgfdsfgfd.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"

What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy 👻💕

[sapphostoes]

In My Ler Arc

or: Why I decided to offer my body as a vessel for wickedness

Gosh this could definitely use some editing, but I've been trying to finish it for a month now, and I just need to get it out there. Anyway lots of fairly useless info about my feelings below!

When I was a kid, I spent long hours alone on the computer in my room, indulging my unexplainable cravings through anything and everything I could find on TMF, Tickle Theater DeviantArt, YouTube, Google Images, and wherever else. The tickling side of it all was new to me, and I was deeply intrigued by everything I saw. I didn't know until then that you could really tie someone up unless you were a movie villain. But then again, just about everything I saw and read back then was from the perspective of a movie villain. The guy kidnaps the girl and has his way with her. That's just how it goes. I was supposed to identify with the guy. I didn't think twice about it for a long time.

I don't remember what exactly got me curious, but one day, I started to wonder what it would really feel like to be the victim in all this media I was consuming. After all, sensation is what the whole experience is built on, and I couldn't really imagine it. I mean, I'd been tickled by my dad growing up (a little too hard to be perfectly honest), but it wasn't like what I was seeing in artwork and videos. I started to get very curious, and before I knew it, I had lost interest in identifying with the lers and started automatically self-inserting as the lees in everything I saw and read. I started thinking critically about power and paying attention to my own body. I wondered where I was actually ticklish and what my reactions would be like. I tried self-tickling, with underwhelming results. In high school, a friend squeezed my knee under the table in art class, and I got butterflies in my stomach. When she saw the look in my eyes, we both understood that this would be happening a lot more throughout the year. (Thanks Jezzy, that shit was rad 💕💕)

At my first Tickle SIG, I watched someone get absolutely thrashed on the cot, and I was mesmerized. I asked to go next, and I asked the villain responsible for what I'd just seen to work on me. I was very lucky, luckier than I realized, to receive a session's worth of her time and attention that day. A lot of sessions have faded from my memory over the years, but I still remember her nails on my armpits and the bruises she left on my ribs. I would feel them ache as I moved over the following week, and I would feel butterflies thinking of her.

There was no going back. I was a lee.

But over time, I started to realize it wasn't as simple as I'd first thought. There are very few lers on this earth like the one who took care of me at that first SIG. I did meet a few others who could do some decent damage to me, but I also had several sessions where lers would simply get confused and not know what to do with me. I was confused as well, until I saw the pattern and started to understand that I'm a difficult lee. For starters, my feet aren't very ticklish, and it generally takes some methodical deep tissue squeezing to really get me. Verbalizing that information has helped somewhat, but it's still hit and miss. Truly satisfying sessions have been very rare.

(If any past lers are reading, I want you to know that I appreciate you so much, and if our sessions seemed good to you, then they probably were! This is an internal experience I've been having for a long time. It's not about your skill or dedication or anything like that!!)

Then I met my partner L. She was from outside the community. She was very nervous about tickling me, and also a bit uneasy with restraints in general. But before we'd even gotten that far, she did something crucial. As we were kissing in bed for the first time, she sat up, wrapped her arms around me, and hoisted me up to her lips. I'm not a small person, so I was completely stunned by this. Things shifted in my brain at that moment and have never shifted back. It felt like being programmed. I hadn't felt anything like it since that first session at my first SIG, but this was so much more.

When it came time to tickle me, she was ungodly talented at it right from the start. She's truly one of the most monstrous and the most loving lers I've ever been within 100 miles of. Besides having incredible intuition with her hands (and her feet, but that's a different subject 😶), she had a truly vicious presence so intense that it shifted gravity in the room. There was no act. She growled into my ear, and she meant it.

I was never the same.

In the immediate aftermath, I was so deeply affected that I made some truly reckless moves. I told L I wanted to be 24/7 lifestyle together, and I wanted her to collar me (even though I knew next to nothing about that kind of dynamic). I told her I wanted her to tickle me without asking (but later resented when she did). It was all very unfair to her, especially since I was her point of entry into kink. But long story short, we both got our heads on straight about it after a while.

Covid struck very early into our relationship, and so L and I sped up our plans to move in together. On the one hand, this meant that I got in about two solid years of getting absolutely rocked by this force of nature almost daily. But on the other hand, it meant that we had spent two years in a theoretically poly / enm relationship that was in practice functioning like a mono relationship. I could write a whole post about how things played out when it came time to reconnect with the community, but long story short, me and L spent some time apart.

My first two events back in the scene were AUNT and P## 2024. I had a magical time at both and wouldn't trade them for anything 💕💕 But as a lee, my experiences were about the same as before I met L. I had a little bit of fun, but nothing too much past a warmup in terms of overall effect, even with one of the rare lers who had been successful with me in the past. In one session, it felt like the lers were bored with me and wanted to get it over with. Once we shuffled lees, the energy was suddenly electric. It wasn't devastating or anything, but it was definitely disheartening and made me feel like I had low value as a lee.

Okay but have you tried tickling people??

For most of my time in the community, if you'd asked me, I would've told you that I'm not a good ler and I don't have any interest in it. I occasionally had fun joining the ler team for public cot scenes at the DC SIG and that sort of thing, but with one or two exceptions, the few times I tried to ler solo were some of my most humiliating experiences in kink. In the cases where I had some success, I couldn't really tell you what I did differently. It just seemed like there were some lees who would simply melt for me. It was a strange feeling.

After a while of being together with L, she got curious about leeing. I told her I wouldn't be a very good introduction to it, but I would do what I could. She turned out to be one of those lees who would just melt under my very unskilled touch. I found it fairly unsatisfying, especially because the way her body is sensitive to tickling is night and day from how my body is sensitive, so I always felt disconnected from her, like I was just guessing and getting away with it. But there's no one who deserved to explore leeing more than her, so I did what I could.

That was my last ler experience before I started to fully transition. Just for clarity, what I mean is that, up to this point (2022ish), I was somewhat gender fluid but primarily lived as and was perceived as male, and after this point, I started taking steps to change my body and my social relationships to live as and, as much as possible, be perceived as female. A whole subject of its own, needless to say. But what's important here is that transitioning has gone pretty well for me over the last few years, and I feel very comfortable and relaxed with myself and the gendered aspects of my relationships with others at this point.

I didn't read too much into it at the time. There were other factors that I assumed had played a bigger role than anything to do with me. The other ler was most definitely the one in the driver's seat, which took pressure off of me and allowed me to relax into things. But he noticed it too and made a point to tell me that he saw me really grow into my ler side during the session. I briefly started describing myself as an "occasional sidecar ler" after this session. (It doesn't fit me anymore, but I love the term and I hope someone else can get some use out of it!)

My first few ler experiences after making significant progress in my transition felt different. The first was with one other ler who I was already close with and a lee I'd just recently met but had a lovely connection with. (In fact, this was the session right after we shuffled lees that I mentioned earlier.) For the first time I can remember, I felt loose and relaxed and light working on this boy. I'd always felt so heavy and clumsy in the past. Beyond just the verbal consent and description of where he was comfortable being touched that the lee gave us, I truly and effortlessly felt like I could float and wrap myself around him like a cloud, and it could only make him feel warm and fuzzy and cared for. (Even as he was screaming through a ball gag 💕💕)

The next time I found myself in a ler situation, it was less of a session and more of an impromptu 3-person tumble. I was together with L again at this point, and we had recently tripped and fallen into a throuple with R. R is very switchy, and him being in the tumble shifted the balance of power that had existed between me and L for several years. For the first time, L couldn't just flash dom eyes at me and slam me onto my back whenever she wanted. L was being topped by 2 lers with 4 hands between us, and that was a lot more to contend with. (I mean, L can always take charge of any situation if she really wants to, but yknow, she waited a lot longer.) I know she felt different about this time because, fairly early on, she cried out "It feels so weird being topped by you!!" And it did feel weird, but also felt right in a strange way.

But R is the lee who's truly responsible for releasing the monster that had been dormant in me all this time. I moved in with him when I came up to Pittsburgh last November, and him being such a little squish, it was only a matter of time before my fingers got to wiggling on him. You can't possibly ask for more in a lee. He doesn't even try to get away ffs. You can literally swipe a single finger anywhere on his body, and he'll just bliss out and forget what he was saying. It's stupid. And it's just too fucking easy to trip and fall into tickling him, even if you're still holding onto a misguided identity as a lee.

The last thing that needed to fall into place was my nails. At the beginning of this year, I got my nails done at a salon for the first time for a work holiday party. I kept them fairly short so that they wouldn't get in the way of typing at work, but eventually they grew out long enough to be tickly. They weren't the right shape for maximum effect, but the first time they zapped R while we were sitting on the couch together, my pupils dilated and I performed unholy rituals on every part of his body. (For my regular readers, all 0 of you, this was the Wolf x Ice Climbers matchup night.) As he was quick to point out, this was all me. I couldn't argue.

AUNT 2025

In the leadup to AUNT this year, I contemplated what I really wanted to get out of it. This was the when the last leaf fell off the tree. I reflected on all of my uninspiring lee sessions over the years and all the effortless success I'd been having as a ler in more recent times. I reflected on all the dramatic changes that have taken place in my life over the past year, and the lesson that ties them all together: stop trying to force things that aren't working, and go with the flow where things are working.

What I wanted to get out of AUNT was to have fun with cute people. So I called myself a switch in my intro for the first time. I researched portable bondage options and ordered a purple leather fleece-lined cuff and hogtie set. I scoured Pinterest for cute but threatening nail designs and found the perfect one. I called the nail salon and told them my design would be complicated. They still weren't ready for it when I brought it to them. Other nail techs stopped their work with other customers to come peek at what was happening with my set. I tested them out the next day, and they made R whimper even through a thick winter jacket.

I barely left my room the entire weekend. My cuffs were rarely empty from Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. One of the few times I left the room was to go ler for a gang session minutes after finishing two other back to back sessions. And then it was straight into the Spongebob party (which, iykyk 👀). I even got a boy to repeat back to me that what I was doing to him felt like magic 💜 So, all in all, a dramatic transformation from any previous gathering experience. I had an unbelievably fun time with everything, but it was also a little bittersweet.

I was a lee for exactly one session -- or really a non-session. On paper, it should have been a dream session. L and R were both lers, along with our good friend (maybe slightly more than friend 💕) K who had just joined us for R's birthday thrashing immediately beforehand. But after I'd been in the cuffs for less than 10 minutes, I asked to be let out because I was starting to feel embarrassed by how little was happening. I thought maybe the hogtie was throwing L off, so as soon as I was out, I pulled her on top of me, looked her in the eyes, and said "Hey, I'm your fucking lee, remember?" I definitely got through to her for a second (and made an impression on the other two), and she unleashed on me for a minute or so, but what I hadn't realized yet was that her energy level was rapidly crashing after all the activity that day. After a few minutes, K asked me if it was okay for her to kiss on my neck, to which I responded "YESSS 😍😍" and the entire thing shifted into more of a 3 on 1 body worship / make out situation. Which was extremely hot and fun and set the stage for the next day with K 💕 (Also honorable mention for L pushing my cheek into a kiss with K with her foot and leaving it there!!!!! Easily one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me 😍🤯🫠💜💓)

But it was another failed lee session. It was the one and only part of the weekend that fell flat and needed to be recovered. It was the last straw I needed to cement the reality that I'd already started to accept:

I'm not a lee anymore. At least not the kind of lee I always thought I was. I'm not the girl who squeaks when her sides get pinched and then gets ganged up on by the whole room. I'm not the girl who gets marathon tickled or tapped for side by side sessions. I don't think more than a handful of people in the scene have even heard more than a few giggles out of me while being tickled over the years. It just hasn't worked out. And that's definitely a little sad, but it's okay. I'm just letting it go now. That isn't going to be me. That's okay. I have something else going for me now, and even though it isn't what I originally wanted, it's vibrant and fun and powerful, and I'm very blessed to get to experience it 💕

There's definitely still a lee somewhere in me. And in fact, the ler in me relies heavily on the lee in me to help plan her attacks. But also in her own right, the lee is still there. In the time since I started writing this (a month ago 😭), I've not only been tickled effectively and put into subspace by L, but also even emotionally developed as a lee in the process. The full context would be way too much for this post, but tl;dr I fought less and accepted more than I ever have before. So in a sense, all of this is bullshit and I'm still a little tickle bitch 🤷‍♀️

But L is special. Very special. I think there may be a small handful of other lers out there who can do anything like what L does to me. (There's exactly one who I'm confident about, and you might be reading this rn 😶) It doesn't make sense to generally put myself out there as a lee anymore. Going forward, whenever someone asks me if I ever lee, I'm likely gonna respond "No, not really." If someone is really the right ler for me, they'll have me under a spell before laying a finger on me.

So with that off my chest and a clearer understanding of who and where I am, I'm ready to take my next steps into this new chapter of my life and start tearing through some cuties 🥰💗

[hatterofthelabyrinth]

You're a Once-ler? Why? I mean, what's your deal?

My 'Deal'? What are you- ooooh wait, I think I get it. Lotta 'me's' out there. Gotta narrow down how I stand out and all, right?

Well, besides being stuck in a magic maze against my will, I make hats! It's a good hobby to keep my mind occupied since there's plenty of good fabric around here. I guess that makes me 'The Hatter-ler'? Er, no, that sounds terrible. Please just call me Hatter if you need to call me anything besides Once-in-a-lifetime. Or Once-ler for short. You get the picture.

[mosaichunter]

until i find how it fits really well, i will NOT BELIEVE YOU!!!! LEE!!!!

IM NOT. MY NAME IS NOT LEE

[monstarparker]

He’s very clean, but here’s a ref for Truffula Flu Hustle 🤲

[eunchancorner]

omg yes pretty vampire lady

Absolutely yes

Yassss hehe

[fitzembarrassingmoments]

Can't stop thinking about lee!Stretchy and ler!Stripy <3

[carrie-tate]

After I read a fic a about it I can't help but love the idea that Brett is a lee and will actively seek out tickles because he likes the attention and closeness

Boy's touch starved

Regan is a ler because she likes having control over the situation (but of course will make sure everyone's having fun and is okay), and the closer she and Brett get, the more she enjoys tickling him, it's almost like petting a happy dog at this point

They both just fit together like puzzle pieces and when tickles are involved it can make for a really affectionate, relaxing time for both of them

Oh! I like that way of thinking too x> !

Brett really needs all the physical care he can get—

I love these two... Golden Retriever and Black Cat dynamic, that's about them

[dreamingticklee]

ler: "...as if you could fight me off! im designed to kill 😈"

me: "good 😇"

lers when they finally catch their lee:

[mosaichunter]

mosaic-hunter? more like lee-hunter

you hunt lees down now i GUESS

i hunt lees. like you

[eightball-chronicles]

Cheering Up Daisuke!

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inspired by some absolutely delicious art by @al1en-invasi0n !!! check em out theyre so yummy :3

this MIGHT be my first time writing a tk fic (it is) so please don't bully me gangalang ,,, criticism is accepted just be nice to me [cry] also was writen on laptop so if the formats weird i apologize oops ...

lee!daisuke, ler!curly (NON SHIP !!!!!)

tw / cw : tks, starts off a wee bit sad, mention of jeopardy (j*mmy)

word count : 3151 under the cut

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"Get it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits! Fully fuckin' collapsed inside!" 

It was safe to say that Swansea was pissed. Daisuke, just released from the emergency foam he'd accidentally triggered, was awkwardly shuffling in place as he received yet another earful from his mentor. He messed up, sure, but really? His legs hurt already from being trapped not too long ago, he didn't want his head to follow suit.  

"You looking to get impaled, electrocuted, and cooked?!" Swansea's usual scowl was far more intense than usual; it was obvious to Curly, at least. As captain, he knew he'd have to intervene soon. Before he could, however, Daisuke spoke out: 

"Yeah, but like, you can't fit in there to fix it, right? So I can totally handle it." 

An uncomfortable silence filled the utility room. the three men stood in as the younger's words marinated. Swansea's eye twitched, clearly agitated. Curly really needed to say something - if he doesn't, who knows what Swansea would- 

"Captain." 

He stiffened slightly, worried what the older man was planning.  Swansea extended his hand out to the captain, demanding the axe. Curly saw Daisuke twiddling his fingers from the corner of his eye. Both their heads moved in unison with Swansea's arm. "Swansea," Curly started, handing the mechanic the axe, "this could've damaged the pods. You can't let something like this happen again." 

"Yeah, yeah...I got it." Swansea took the axe and swung it to rest on his shoulder. "Loud and clear." Slightly less tense than before, Curly placed his hand on his hip. "Keep the axe until you've cleaned this all up, yeah?" Swansea nodded with a huff, shifting his attention to his intern. Who was still fidgeting his hands. He looked up shyly as he spoke: "It's ok to be big, boss! "My gramps was super huge! And he lived until, like, 60!" 

Oh shit. 

Curly nervously looked to Swansea, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Daisuke, unaware of the weight of his words, smiled softly. Curly's attention shifted when he noticed Jimmy standing by the utility room door. He saw it as a reason to excuse himself from the heavy tension between the two men before him. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Curly swiftly made his way towards his co-pilot. Daisuke, finally noticing Swansea's mood, silently cursed at his captain for abandoning him. And as soon as he did... 

Swansea went off. Yelling all sorts of nonsense about safety and protocol that Daisuke didn't care to hear for the thirteenth time that week. Instead, trying to focus his attention on the conversation taking place behind his mentor. Unfortunately, he found it to be quite difficult. Something about being sane, psych evals, Anya - what was that about cartoon horses? 

Just as the two men started to walk off, Swansea yelled louder, noticing his intern not listening. This brought a new wave of lecturing, and Daisuke was *not* having it. He didn't even care if Swansea said the winning lottery numbers, he just wanted him to shut up. Much to his dismay, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon... 

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Curly just sent Jimmy away after receiving a letter from the higherups. He reread its contents again, confirming what it said as if he had somehow misread the whole thing. Pony Express is shutting down? How could this happen? How will he tell the crew? Although instructed to not break the news until later, Curly was unsure if he could do that. Sighing heavily, the captain decided to get some fresh air. Well, not exactly - just whatever was breathable outside the weighty air of the cockpit. 

Ready to open the door at the end of the hallway, Curly was stopped by Swansea's presence behind it. He noticed something off immediately; his familiar frown replaced with a more concerned expression. Curly questioned it without a second thought, to which Swansea replied: "It's about Daisuke. After you left, I kind of went off. I...I think I went too hard on him. I've lectured him a bunch of times before, but he seemed more down this time." 

"Oh? How so?" Curly asked, putting a hand to his chin. Swansea shifted his weight before continuing: "After I run my mouth to him, he usually puts on this dramatic act and pouts when I dismiss him to go somewhere else. This time seemed different. I don't know how to explain it, but I think I hurt the kid." 

Swansea ended his explanation with a deep sigh as he lowered his head; he clearly felt guilty, and Curly understood as much. "Have you tried talking to him?" 

"I'm not too sure how thrilled he'd be to see me right now. I don't wanna scare the poor thing any more than I already have.  Plus, I don't know where he's at." 

Curly nodded before Swansea spoke up again. "Do you think you can talk to him?" The captain thought for a brief moment before reaching out to the worried man, patting his shoulder. "Of course I can. I'll go look for him and cheer him up, promise! You can go rest if you'd like, just make sure the foam in utility gets cleared up later, yeah?" 

To this, Swansea relaxed, wearing an uncommon smile. He nodded as he thanked Curly and walked off. The now determined captain headed off with a mission in mind; he was going to get Daisuke to smile, no matter the cost. 

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If you disregard the sobs, the cargo room was quiet. The vast space left a slight echo on Daisuke's cries. He sat on the stairs, head between his knees and arms around his shins. His mind ran as fast as the ship he resided on. Why was Swansea so much angrier than usual? He was just trying to help; he was his intern after all. Then again, he practically called him fat and kinda sorta maybe implied he would die at 60... 

Damn, why would he say that? 

At this point, Daisuke's thoughts were racing a million miles a minute. The grip on his pants tightened as he cried. God, he's a screwup. No wonder his parents sent him away on this internship. He was annoying at home, and he's annoying in space. Will he ever learn to keep his mouth shut? He was so lost in his head that he didn't hear the door open behind him, or the footsteps that followed it. 

"Daisuke?" 

Said boy jumped a foot as he frantically wiped his eyes. He turned to face the source of the voice, trying to put on an act and forced a smile. But that smile shook, and Curly noticed. "Hey, captain! What's up?"  

"I should be asking you that. Are you ok?" 

Daisuke flinched slightly, his fake smile faltered as his shoulders began to tremble again. "I...I-I just...Swansea..." He didn't get anything else out after that, nothing that was intelligible, at least. He broke down again, turning around and placed his head back on his knees. Curly frowned as he made his way to Daisuke. He sat to his left on the stairs, rubbing the boy's back as he tried to soothe him. He let him cry it out until he was left only sniffling. Only then did he decide to speak out. "C'mon Daisuke, talk to me. Swansea found me earlier and said you were down. What's wrong?" 

He let out a small whimper upon hearing his mentor's name. Shakily, he started: "I-I don't know, I should've just listened to him. I just wanted to help! B-but I screwed up...I-I could've gotten myself seriously hurt, o-or killed, or broken the pods! Those are like, s-super important! Even I know that, yet still acted c-carelessly. N-not only that, I totally offended S-Swansea! H-he probably hates m-me, I c-can't believe I said that...I'm a t-total f-failure, I-" He was getting more panicked as he spoke, voice as shaky as ever. Curly cut him off as he stopped rubbing his back and pulled the boy to him by his waist. Daisuke yelped slightly at the sudden change of contact, yet melted into the side hug.  

"Kid," Curly started, "do you know why Swansea talked to me?" He felt a slight head shake on his shoulder. "Because he was worried for you, Daisuke. He told me he went too hard on you; that he feels bad he might have hurt you. I've never seen a more guilty face on him. And trust me when I say that means a lot. I've worked with him for I don't even know how long. He didn't mean to - Daisuke?" 

His speech was cut when he heard small chortles from the boy in his arm. Curly glanced down, seeing his shoulders tremble once more, differently this time. "Did I...say something funny?" he asked, a confused smile on his face. Daisuke shook his head again, a hand over his mouth. "Nohoho, it's just - your hahand-" Curly's gaze shifted to where his hand resided on the intern's side; it had started subconsciously rubbing him there as it was on Daisuke's back. "What about my hand? Are you hurt here? Oh no, I'm so sor-" 

"No! No, it's not that. I'm not hurt." 

"Oh? Then what is it?" 

Daisuke felt his face heat up. Thank god Curly couldn't see his face. He shifted slightly, unsure how to answer. "I just - it's not - you didn't - uh..." He peeked up to the captain as he trailed off, where he was met with a genuinely concerned face. "I'm afraid I don't follow, you know you can tell me anything, ri-" 

"It just tickled is all..." He mumbled. 

"Come again?" 

With a whine, Daisuke buried his face further into his hand, leaning more onto Curly's shoulder. No matter how many times asked, he didn't say more. Curly, in attempt to get his attention, pinched the boy where his hand still laid; on his waist. What he didn't expect, however, was for Daisuke to chirp at the touch. Now it was Cury's turn to get his mind thinking. Which didn't last long, however, as Daisuke's squeaky voice spoke up: 

"IT TICKLED ALRIGHT?!" 

If he wasn't blushing before, he sure was now. Curly saw the back of Daisuke's neck turn bright pink. Realization struck him shortly after, where a mischievous grin appeared. To confirm the suspicion, Curly pinched his side again, earning another bird-like sound. Oh, he struck gold. 

"Daisuke...are you-" 

"Shut up!" 

Daisuke's neck was now a deep red, his face buried deep in his palms while his fingers grabbed at his hair. His captain walked in on him crying, then he continued to cry *on* his captain, and now this?! Could this be any more embarrassing?! Well, yes, it could. Curly pinched his side for a fourth time. Daisuke whipped his head towards him only to be met with a grin covering half of the blonde's face. "Oh, Daisuke...that isn't a very nice way to speak to your captain now, is it?" 

Fuck. He's cooked. 

"W-w-wait, I-I didn't me-EEHEHEAA!" 

Daisuke was interrupted by his own squeal as Curly opted for pinching at his waist repeatedly rather than in intervals. He instinctively curled in on himself; arms wrapped around his torso while he brought his knees to his chest. While trying to twist away from the offending hand, Daisuke unintentionally leaned into Curly, who went in with his other hand to pinch at the giggling boy's other side. 

He squealed again from the tickly assault suddenly appearing elsewhere. Daisuke started jumping left and right, trying to escape from one hand only to be attacked by the other. Curly switched to poking before long, as this made the younger let out soft snorts as he weakly kicked his legs. The captain chuckled under Daisuke's evergrowing laughter, finding his reactions amusing. "I just cannot believe you told me to shut up. I'm wounded, Daisuke, and your words are the blade. How could you say such a thing?!"  

Said boy could only whine in response, "I dihihidn't mehehean toooooo! C'mohohon cahaptahahahain!"  

"Oh really? And how can I be sure of that, hm?" 

"Plehehehease! I prohohomise! I'm sohohorry, I'm sorryyyyy!" 

"Hmmmm...let me think." Curly pondered dramatically *way* longer than needed as he continued to poke at the intern's torso. Daisuke continued to squeak and giggle as he 'spaced out thinking.' Suddenly, the blonde perked up, "Alright, I've thought about it! I'm not stopping~" He then proceeded to move both his hands to Daisuke's hips, massaging the bone tenderly. 

The reaction was instant. The brunette shot his arms down, body spasming on impact. Grabbing Curly's wrists, Daisuke cackled loudly, unable to control the volume of his voice. His legs now fully kicking out as he spoke, "AAAAAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIT! GOHOD DAMN IT CUHUHURLY STAHAHAHAP!" To this, he gasped loudly; he would've acted out clutching his pearls had his hands not been occupied. "And just who do you think you are?! Talking to me like this...you're awfully ballsy for someone in your position." 

Daisuke could only answer in giggly babbles, unable to get any coherent words out as his hip bones got circles drilled into them. Curly only clicked his tongue in mock annoyance and grabbed Daisuke's left arm with his right, lifting it up. In once swift motion, he left the boy more vulnerable than ever. He gave him a break during this - he didn't want to kill the kid. Taking in big gulps of air, Daisuke had yet to notice the position of his arm. Only when he tried to rub his eyes did he glance up. He knew what was coming. 

Panicked, he locked eyes with his captor, smile wide and bright as his face matched his complimentary floral shirt. "C'mohohon captain! Y-you knohow I didn't mean ihit right? Rihight! S-so let's juhuhust forget this ever happehened!" Daisuke tried to reason with him, but Curly was having none of it. On the contrary, he was having too much fun. "Nuh uh, kid. You've gotta learn how to speak to your superiors. Tsk, young ones these days thinking they're all that. Even though you crumble the second I do...*this*." 

As he finished, his free hand quickly snaked behind Daisuke, going straight to his ribs. He pinched, squeezed, poked; anything to get the brunette to squeal. And squeal he did; his bubbly laughter echoed in the ample space of the cargo room. He tried to grab Curly's hand with his free one, but the captain kept dodging, scratching a new rib in the process. He chuckled as he felt weak tugging on the arm he held up. " 

"Plehehehease, I'm sohorry! I sweahahahar! I-I mehehean it!" 

"Oh, are you now? And how can I believe that?" 

Daisuke groaned between giggles before he spoke, "I prohohomise! I promihihise I'm sohorry!" 

Curly lifted an eyebrow at the intern, his bright smile showing off the gap between his front teeth. The sight brought his own smile to grow in size. "Okay, let's say I believe you then. You're forgiven, bud." 

"Thehen why aren't yohohou stohohohoping?!" 

He chuckled at the naivety shown before him, shifting so he faced the boy before he answered, "Did you forget why I came here in the first place?" Daisuke whined in response, brain short circuiting as he felt fingers drilling into his torso, letting out a scream at his uppermost rib was attacked. "Oh c'mohohohohOHAHAH -  CURLY! Quit ihihit! That tickles!" 

Curly shook his head slightly, seeing the intern's blush deepen upon saying the word. "Sorry, Daisuke. Swansea said you were being gloomy earlier. We can't have that now, can we?" Said boy threw his head back as Curly formed a vibrating claw against the space between his highest rib and armpit. He snorted loudly from the sensation, barely able to form coherent words. "OKAHAY, OKAY! I'LL CHEHEHEHER UHUP! PROMISE! I PROHOMIHIHISE!" Daisuke ended his plea with a wheeze, laughter getting more strained. Curly saw this as a sign to wrap things up, slowing his fingers until the tickling came to a full stop. He let go of the boy's hand, where it fell to his side as he curled into himself next to his captain.  

Curly once again rubbed the younger's back, hoping he didn't go too far as he giggled between gasps of air. Daisuke held his sides, still feeling the tingly sensation on his body. Once his breathing calmed down a bit, Curly decided to speak up, "Are you alright? I didn't do too much, right?" He received a head shake in return; the redness on the boy's neck showed he was too flustered to speak. 

"You really shouldn't be too hard on yourself, you know? Swansea cares for you. He doesn't show it much, but he really does. Sure, he gets mad sometimes, but that's just who he is. Like I said earlier, he's the one who came to me about you; he was worried sick!" Daisuke glanced up at Curly's speech, eyes widened slightly with curiosity. "To tell you the truth," the blonde continued, "his own kids moved out a while ago. I think he misses them; not like he'd ever admit that, though. I have a suspicion that you remind him of them. Gets his dad-gears turning. His fatherly instincts probably kicked in earlier when you set off the foam. Do you get what I'm trying to say?" 

Daisuke nodded his head, a tiny nervous smile on his face as he took in the confession. Did Swansea really feel that way? "Do you really think that's true?" Curly's gaze met his, flashing him a proud grin; "I know it's true! Don't tell him I said anything, though. He'd deny it to the moon and back." To this Daisuke breathed a sigh of relief, letting a small chuckle slip. He sat up from his ball-like position to fully face Curly, returning the smile. "Thanks, captain!" 

The captain felt his heart slightly melt at the sight of the joyous boy. Wrapping his arm around him for another side hug, rustling his hair with his other hand. "No worries! I'll always be here. As long as you keep that attitude at bay. Don't think I won't put you in check, young man." Curly poked his side as he finished, earning one last squeak from the previously giggly intern. Daisuke jumped out of the captain's arms before he could try anything again, dramatically taking a defensive stance. He winked in his silly pose. "No promises~" he sang as he walked backwards to the door. It automatically opened, causing him to turn around and jump slightly. Curly stifled a laugh as Daisuke turned around, face slightly dusted pink. He stormed off, grumbling as he left the cargo room for good. Curly giggled to himself, still sat on the stairs, reflecting on his crew and each of their colorful personalities. 

Yup, he was glad to be captain. 

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hai guys ^-^ i hope yall enjoyed !!! i love daisuke sm hes my gf i love my gf ♡

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[spread-the-influence]

ok, ok, hear me out. T.i. Ragatha and "How Bad Can I Be" from the Lorax. I think it matches the vibe? Not sure if anyone has said this already. If so, then bummer. Just wanted to share.

look the only stopping t.i from reaching full once-ler is her Seething hatred against corporations and businessmen in suits she'll rather shoot herself than get in that green twink suitAnyways uh i don't agree sorry . thouuughhh a song like how bad can i be that i think actually Does fit t.i is laplace's angel by will wood !

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Pros of armpit tickling

It can happen in a variety of positions. Lee is standing up? Armpit tickles(from the back for a nice surprise). Lee is sitting on your lap? Armpit tickles. Lee is on their back? Armpit tickles while laying on them.

Speaking of laying on your lee, it's just the perfect spot to tickle lazily while feeling the lee squirm underneath you.

It's one of the best spots for the classic "Try to keep your arms up while I tickle you" game.

It's one of those spots you can stay for a long time to explore all the ways you can tickle them. Slow scratchy tickles? Just grazing your fingers on there? Digging into the spots with your thumbs? Fast scribbling fingers? Take your time and see what works on the lee!

It's also a spot where you can seamlessly transition from other spots in the lee's upper body. Maybe you start from the lee's hips, with the fingers making their way up through the lee's sides, ribs and finally the armpits. Maybe you've been tickling the lee's ribs, and you give them a nice surprise with some tickles on their armpits. Maybe you can do tummy kisses and armpits tickles at the same time? It's also easy to go back and forth between armpits and neck tickling(For this, one possible position is to sit above your lee's head with your legs pinning the lee's arms). Also it's easy to to be whispering teases while tickling the lee's armpits(And if the lee has a ticklish ear, that's a plus!)

You can pin your lee's wrists above their head and tickle their armpits. This one didn't fit with the last point, but I felt like I had to mention it.

It's also a spot that's perfect for two lers, since you can have one ler on each side tickling the lee's armpit at the same time. And they could also both be whispering teases in the lee's ear while tickling the lee's armpits.