#Ler!Gold

[moonsoaked-tickles]

Lee grey with some ler gold and red on the side please! I need more of our bootleg boy being happy here alright!

Hiii anon !!! I am so sorry for this being so late I have literally no excuse for that oops,, ., ,

Anyway !! Our boy,,,

smiles and walks away like nothing happened

[feathers-of-fluff]

gold non-tk and tk headcanons!!

i’m finally back with more headcanons to share!! thinking about doing some mario madness ones, so i might get to that soon… AAANYWAYS

hcs under the cut

‼️NSFW DNI‼️

[ NON-TICKLE HCS ]

• gold can optionally have his limbs formed by the unowns, though they don’t appear too often since he won’t be needing them that much unless he’s trying to grab a sandwich or smth

• his birthday is the same date of when the lost silver creepypasta first existed

• best friends with blake!! both of them enjoy eating grilled cheese together

• but another thing that gold enjoys is basically stealing his hat like he does with everyone else, mainly tapping him on each of his shoulders, which easily distract him, before snatching the hat

• these bois may share braincells, but he at least attempts to make sure his friend doesn’t mess anything up and wreck havoc without noticing

• had been given a red bandana to wear as a friend gift…. he thought it suits him pretty well!

• he and blake are similar to each other (i guess both of them also having ahoges??), however they aren’t really the same. blake had the goal to someday defeat champion red after hearing about him, while gold had the goal to simply become a pokémon master

[ TICKLE HCS ]

LEE

• A CORPSE BEING TICKLISH??? IMPOSSIBLE…. jk

• the unowns have a mind of their own, so they would sometimes tickle gold even for no reason at all

• some of them go for the neck to nuzzle against it, while the others sneak inside his jacket to target down his sides and such tickle spots

• if nearby during this, you’d be able to hear his child-like laughter mixed with giggles

• worst spots are his sides, stomach, armpits and neck. light tickles at said sides will make him immediately lose it

• “NOOHOHO! NAHA- *hiccup* NAHAHAT THEERE!” flails his arms around with no success of stopping the ler

• forgot to mention he occasionally hiccups

LER

• better stay cautious whenever gold starts feeling playful, because he can be a pretty good ler

• since he doesn’t have any limbs, he gives the lee raspberries and nibbles anytime he wants

• the unowns even help him wreck the lee with tickles, and this has happened to blake a couple of times

• his tickle monster energy rises the moment his unown limbs are formed

• straight up wiggles his claw fingers at the lee while asking if anything’s wrong or he’s scaring them

• HE VERY WELL KNOWS

• has wrecked silver a few times to cheer him up whenever he was having a bad mood

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see you later, guys!!

[bunnyslize]

Wanted to draw this concept art of onceler

[random-tickle-stuff]

Weird request but can you write/draw (do whatever you feel like most no rush btw <3) a saloonatic tickle interaction?, idk i just think that the always grumpy sheriff laughing for a while would be hella cute

(Take as much time as you need, if you dont do saloonatic its okay :), i really love your work drawing and writing!)

*slams hands on table* YES.

Saloonatics is one of, if not, my favorite eddisode!! Of course I'll absolutely wreck this grumpy lil sheriff! >:]

Sorry if it's kinda bad, I admit I was rushing a little because I was super excited to draw this- but I hope you like it!

Also enjoy Edward being a smug lil shit >:3

[lindszeppelin]

Austin with Sting at the Dune Part 2 after party. No i am not okay but i will survive

[comfortablecomfort]

Gold's Sensitivity

(I wanted to make a saloonatics tickle fic for a while now, so here we go..)

Ler: Sheriff Thompson

Lee: Edward Gold

"So, how's Matthew doin?" Thompson asked Edward

"Oh, he's doing great. Although, he did send me a bunch of pictures of himself as a thank you." Edward replied

"Typical." Thompson snarked

It's been a while since Edward arrived in Spitbucket, he and Thompson teamed up and beat up all the bandits, ever since they saved Prince Matthew, he decided the only way to thank them was to... send them pictures of his 'handsome' face... narcissistic much?

"Hey, Sheriff?" Edward felt unsure to ask Thompson this.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we'll ever see the bandits again?" Edward tapped his fingers a little nervously

"Hopefully not, don't wanna see their ugly asses again." Thompson took a swig from his flask while responding

Gold would practically kill for another adventure, not kill, but he really would like some more action.

"Actually, just in case they do come back, maybe we should train ya a little more." Thompson replied

"Training? But I already know how to shoot. You said, "everybody needs a little something." Edward didn't know how to feel about Thompson telling him to train more.

"Alright, just messing with ya, you're ready." Thompson nudged Edward's side, but the brit flinched at the sudden feeling.

"What was that?" Thompson asked, a little curious about Edward's sudden squeak.

"N-Nohothing. You just... surprised me that's all." Edward huffed out.

"You Ticklish, Gold?" Thompson was even more tempted to figure this out.

"Well... yes..." Edward shrugged nervously, waiting for Thompson's response

"Gee, no one'll take you seriously if you're a gigglin mess." Thompson poked Edward in the belly.

"S-Sheheheriff!" Edward giggled. He knew Thompson would poke his tickle spot.

Thompson smirked and spidered his fingers around the Detective's belly.

"SHEHEHERIFF NOHOHOHO!" Edward squealed

Thompson wasn't into tickling, but he wanted to see how far he could go. Then he moved up to Edward's underarms."

"C-COHOME OHOHON STAHAHAP IT! Edward pleaded, kicking his legs slightly

"Not Yet." Thompson chuckled

"PLEAHEHEHEASE!" *snort*

"Pfft, was that a snort? Who knew the one who helped me save this town would be this sensitive?" Thompson teased

Edward was turning red at the sudden saying

"*snort* HEHEHEY NOHO T-TEASING!" Edward whined

Thompson rolled his eye and kneaded Edward's sides, the poor guy constantly squirming by the second.

"NOHOHOT *snort* THERE THOHOHOMPSON!"

Thompson was loving this! From the teasing and the tickling, Detective Gold can get defeated by some small sensations

"I GEHEHET IHIT! *snort* PLEHEAHEHASE SHEHEHERIFF! *snort* LEHEHET ME BREAHEHEATHE!" Edward was just begging at this point.

Thompson finally laid off, a little concerned for his friend tho.

"You okay?" Thompson asked

"I-I'm great." Edward panted

"Actually there's one more thing I wanted to know." Edward said with a hint of malice.

"Ask away." Poor Oblivious Thompson

"How ticklish are you Thompson?" Edward grinned at his now nervous friend.

Let's say the hero of spitbucket laughed pretty loudly that day.

(This sucked, bye now.)

[gh0--st]

Rosegold

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Summary: Amity and Hunter argue for the remote and things take an unexpected turn.

Characters: Switch!Amity Switch!Hunter Ler!Camila

Ships: None.

This is a tickle fic. If youre not into that stuff please leave.

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Amity yawned as she walked into the living room. They had been staying in Luz's home for a while now. They didn't know when they would be going back home.

Nobody was around, and the TV was perfectly free. Smiling to herself, Amity reached for the remote, but her hand touched something else.

She looked up and found herself staring directly at Hunter. Their stares turned into sharp glares. "I was here first." Amity stated.

"Im older than you, I get the remote." Hunter said. He tugged for it, but Amity's grip was tight. "You think you can just waltz in here and take this, knowing I was here first? I dont think so, Golden boy." Amity spat.

"Watch your words, Blight." Hunter shot back. They both knew they wouldn't hurt each other, but they enjoyed messing with each other like this.

Holding their glares, Hunter suddenly gasped, distracting Amity as he poked her belly, causing the girl to squeak and let go.

"Hah! Seems you forgot to never let your guard down!" He said, turning happily in victory.

Scowling, Amity shook her head and lunged at Hunter, tackling him to the ground. The teenagers rolled across the ground before Amity was on top of him, "Seems you've forgotten your own rule already!" She said.

She dug her fingers into his sides, earning a surprised squeak before tons of giggles rolled out the boy. "Quihihit thahaat!" He said.

Amity reached one arm out, snatching the remote. "Haha!" She said before immediately bursting into giggles as Hunter ran his fingers down her stomach.

They were both giggling messes now. Hunter pushed his hand into Amitys face, struggling to get her off. "Aahahaccept ihiht! Yohohou lohohst!" Amity giggled out.

"Nehever!" Hunter said, using all his strength to push the girl off. They both stood quickly. The remote sat in between them.

They both lunged, tackling each other to the ground as they tussled. Amity dug her fingers into his ribs as he tickled her sides.

Luz peeked over the corner, trying to see what the commotion was. "Woah!" She said. Willow and Gus followed her.

"Yeesh! What's with those two?" Gus said. "Ihiits mihine, Blihight!" Hunter said. "Yohou wihish!" Amity replied.

Luz could see what they were fighting for. "They're fighting for the remote?" She said before giggling.

Hunter shot his hands into Amitys underarms, and she had a bigger reaction. "NOhoho! QUIhIhit ihiht!" She said.

"Go for his underarms!" Willow yelled. "Willow!" Hunter yelled. "Sorry! I'm really intrigued!" She said.

Hunter suddenly squealed as Amity dug her hands into his armpits, laughter erupting from him.

"CUHUHURSE YOHOHOU BLIHIHGHT!" He yelled. Luz frowned, "Go for her ears!" She yelled. "Luz!" Amity said, sounding betrayed.

Blinking nervously, "Im also very intrigued!" She said, shrugging with a nervous smile on her face.

Amity glared at her before squeaking and bursting into giggles as Hunter tickled her ears. "NOHOHO! *snort* QUIHIHT!" She said.

She dug her fingers deeper into his armpits, causing the boy to let out his own snorts. "BLIHIHIGHT! *snort* STOHOHOP!" He said.

"NOHOHOT TILL YOU AHAHADMIT IHIT WAHAS MIHINE!" She argued. Hunter struggled away, "Neheever!" He said. Camila suddenly turned the corner, causing all of the kids to freeze.

"Fighting, are we? Well, there's only one punishment for that." She said, pulling up her sleeves. The two teens eyes widened.

They both turned and ran, but Camila was faster. Tackling both kids down, Camila started scribbling all over their bellies, causing the kids to burst into giggles.

"You're not supposed to fight! You be kind to each other, understand?" She said. "BUhut!" Hunter started, only to get cut off as Camila tickled them faster.

"OHHOKAY!" Amity said. "What will you do?" Camila said. "WEHEHE WOHONT FIHIGHT ANYMOHORE!" They both said. "Good!" Camila said, giving them one last tickle before getting up and walking off.

Panting on the ground, Amity and Hunter sat up. They looked at each other before glaring. They got closer eyes narrowing as they stood face to face.

Luz, Willow, and Gus watched but were confused at the two teens burst into laughter. "Boy, was she mad!" Hunter said. "We need to never get on her bad side again!" Amity responded.

"Wanna watch TV?" Hunter asked. Amity happily nodded. "I still would've won, by the way." Hunter said.

Amity scoffed and hardly nudged him in his side, "In your dreams!" She said.

The trio stared, confused as hell as the two teens started laughing together as if their whole tussle hadn't happened.

"What was the argument for if they're just gonna share it anyways?!" Gus said. Luz shrugged, "I guess that's what makes siblings siblings. They're both like Rose and Gold." She said.

Williw chuckled, "Like the Rosegold siblings! What a cool title. it's like a movie!" She said. Luz chuckled and stared back at the two, laughing on the couch. Rose and Gold huh?

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I was going to do this anyway but more based on an idea I had while talking with somebody :>

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Tickle Interegation [It's more controlled than what is shown. Beatrice wanted a prank]

Doug: You think you are sooo clever?! Fucking blindfolding me so you can move where ever? Even trapped, you still won't effectivly hurt me!

Gold Watcher: Well, we aren't going to do that to you.

D: What...?

D: I-I don't know what you are g-going to do... But, I won't break with whatever yo- GAH!! Wait!! Wait!

D: AHAHAHA!! WHIHIY THERE?! Come ohahan!! SQUEE

GW: I like how you aren't saying stop or no. I think this is going to last awhile~

D: hhh Damit

[shadow-says-hello]

yo. can you do a fic abt galvana wrecking rare and plant bc they wanted to prank her by hiding her staff somewhere. plant was the one who had the idea and hid it. rare thought it was a good idea.

Miss mother figure of wubbox. I don’t know too much about the dawn of fire so I hope this is good enough

“Where did my staff go?”

Summary: Plant and rare hide Galvana’s staff so she gets her revenge

Ler!Galvana Lee!Plant Lee!Rare (but plant gets more of the punishment than rare)

Galvana was usually a sweetheart on her island, Celestial. She was a powerful being, since she created the wubbox, a strong and powerful monster.

She had just left her staff on the ground for a minute, leaving it unattended, hoping another celestial would watch it for her. She had apparently made a very poor decision, because when she came back to it the staff was gone.

Galvana stood in shock, no monster would dare try to take that staff.

Except for 7.

Those who were the wubboxes.

Galvana face palmed herself.

“Oh, those mischievous little robots,” she said to herself.

Galvana soon hear what sounded like auto-tuned giggles coming from plant island. Lucky for her hearing the islands were really close together, and Rare’s laugh was super loud because all he does is Wub up the volume and never wub down the volume.

“Bingo,” she said, making her way to plant island.

Galvana knew she didn’t belong on that island so seeing the expressions on the other monsters faces made her laugh a bit.

“RAREEEEE! DID YOU TAKE MY STAFF!!!?” Galvana shouted at the orange wubbox, sitting on the ground with Plant and laughing.

“…no?…,” Rare replied, trying not to smile.

Galvana looked at plant.

“Were you in on this too?”

Plant covered his big smile.

“Would you believe me if I said no…?” He said.

Galvana put a tough look on her face.

“You have 5 seconds to tell me where my staff is, or I’m going to have to tickle it out of you. 5…4…3…2…”

Plant and rare looked at each other and then back at Galvana, but it was too late before they could say anything. Galvana had knocked them backwards and pinned them both down on their backs, her hands on their cores.

“Wait wait wait! It was Plants idea! Not mine! I don’t know where the staff is!” Rare had lied about the last part.

“Oh really? Plant, this was your idea?” Galvana turned to plant, her hand still on his core.

“Well…no…maybe…? Rare knows where the staff is though!” Plant panicked. “Please! Spare m-EHEHEEEHEHAHAHA!!!!”

Galvana had dug into both their cores, skittering her 3 fingers all into Plant’s wooden ribs and the green ball inside, which was rattling like crazy, and her other 3 fingers digging into Rare’s turn table.

“Funny of you, Plant, to be the one pranking me! Usually Rare is the biggest menace.” Galvana said.

“WHY DOHO IHI STIHILL HAVE TOHO BEHE PUHUNISHED!!!?? IHT WAHASN’T MYHY IHIDEA!!!” Rare laughed.

“Because you were in on it, but if you tell me where my staff is, I’ll let you go early!” Galvana made a deal with Rare, blowing a raspberry onto his turn table, making him screech with laughter, weakly batting at Galvana’s head and tickling fingers.

“AHHHHHHAHA! EHERROR! EHERROR! OHKAY OHKAY! IHT’S-“

“NOHO! DOHON’T TELL HER!” Plant yelled through laughter at Rare.

“IHTS IHIN THE PLAHANT CAHASTLE BASE! PLEAHSE LET MEHE GO NOW!!!!” Rare ignored Plant, telling Galvana where the staff was anyways.

“Thank you, Rare! Now, hold down Plant for me. If you let him get up, I’ll tickle you again.” Galvana said, running to retrieve her staff as Rare climbed onto Plant, straddling his legs, pinning his arms above his head.

“Why would you do that?” Plant snarled.

“Because I didn’t want to be tickled today, sorry bud…besides, I think this is what you wanted anyways from the start when you invited me to hide the staff.” Rare winked at Plant, who had now began to blush a little.

“I’m back, lovelies.” Galvana said. “Thank you Rare, you’re free to go. I’ll take it from here.”

Rare ran off to go perform at Gold island, while Galvana, well, continued torturing Plant. She blew raspberries, she tickled his ribs, his armpits, everything.

Plant thought twice about stealing the staff again.

The end

Rootitootoo rootitootoo rootitootoo rootitootoo 🎶

[switchytransboy]

trapped in a car driving from NY -> TN which we still have around 11 hours give or take ??

so pls by ALL means send asks 😂 pry on my life, ask about my tumblr career, or tease/be teased yo i just need entertaining here 😂

[feathers-of-fluff]

An “Unknown” Discovery

A/N: first time writing a tickle fanfic, ya’ll!! apologies if it looks bad or just sorta meh, but despite all that, i hope you still enjoy!

Summary: Gold begins to feel sorrow the more he thinks about seeing his mother again. Upon noticing this, the Unown attempt to cheer up the child, but they make a sudden discovery that might just work.

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Gold’s eyeless sockets stared off into space as the group of Unown floated about. He couldn’t help but think how long he’s been staying in this grave for. It felt like years, but it’s been at least a month since his death.

Darkness surrounded him, and the only thing that made him feel less lonely were the chirping sounds of red-eyed Unown communicating with each other, a few of them glancing at Gold. He couldn’t tell if these were their shiny forms, not having seen a real one before.

And speaking of them, if he had listened to those signs of what they were trying to tell him when he entered the Bellsprout Tower, he wouldn’t have ended up limbless in the first place, yet curiosity had gotten the best of him. He should’ve realized what was wrong and left back home safe. Safe with…

“…Mom..”

Gold looked down as guilt rushed through him the moment he remembered his mother. He had almost forgotten about her, and this was all his fault. She must be feeling so sad back at her home, thinking she might be the worst mother ever.

He begins to reminisce about those calm times where she’d make him his favorite grilled cheese sandwiches, the time when he showed his newly-chosen Cyndaquil to her and how she was proud. All of the memories made him want to see her again, but there was no other way. He was stuck here, possibly forever.

What if Mom soon forgets about him like he never existed? What if she does something to hurt herself out of guilt? What if she-

A sudden noise snapped the child out of it, causing him to quickly turn his head around only to see an Unown in the alphabet shape of an A letter staring at him. He was deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed the groups of Unown looking at him with seemingly worry.

A tear ran down his face from his sockets. The red-eyed creatures began forming some words together, the sentence appearing with what he assumes to be them asking:

‘ARE YOU OKAY?’

“I…” He spoke, more black tears forming as he recieves a certain memory of his mother and him hugging. This broke him.

“I-I miss my mommy!” Gold yelled, bursting into tears. The Unown exchanged looks with each other, seeing the sight of a crying child in despair. One of them floated over to him before nuzzling against his shoulder as a way of comfort.

A few more decided to join in on comforting the boy, sounds of chirping emitting from them as if they were telling him everything would be alright. Gold’s sobbing quiets down as he notices the Pokèmon attempting to make him feel better. It seems to be working, but not so much.

“I miss mommy s-so much.. I wish I c-could see her again…” He stuttered. The Unown did love to play around with him like a puppet, but they weren’t always so torturous or heartless. They had a soul too.

Gold’s crying suddenly pauses with a hitch of breath as he flinched the second he felt a tingling sensation. His visible white pupils looked over to spot a W-shaped Unown near his neck.

The red-eyed group of alphabets stared with curiosity in their eyes for a while before a snicker disturbed the silence as the W-shaped Unown nuzzled against Gold’s neck again.

“Q-Quihit that!”

It stops with a surprised chirp. The group float away from the limbless child and huddle up, seemingly discussing about something. Gold becomes a little confused, tilting his head. What were they planning to do with him? Whatever it is, he hopes they haven’t changed back to their old torturous selves.

The Unown, now having finished with their unintelligible conversation, turn around to Gold before forming into a message. And what it turned out to be was… unexpected.

‘ARE YOU TICKLISH?’

A blush shows on his face upon seeing the question. Did they really ask him that? He sat there silent with the red-eyed Unown staring, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Mmmayybee…?” He answers with slight embarrassment.

The creatures exchanged looks before slowly approaching him creating another message.

‘LIES’

This one sounded somewhat more of a tease than a threat. Gold tries to back up but remembers he has no arms or legs. All he could do was flail his “arms” about, unaware of one of the Unown sneaking up behind him with the simple goal to go inside his jacket through the hood.

“N-No! I’m not lying! I-I’m not that ticklish, plus I think I’m feeling better noOHOHOW-!” Gold gets interrupted by the sudden feeling of what felt like a Spinarak crawling inside his clothing, squirming around while giggling. “Sstahahap! G-Gehehet outta thehere!”

The red-eyed Pokèmon from inside of the jacket chirped, brushing against the child’s sides as it scattered around. Gold tries to hold in his laughter, but to no avail.

“Pfftahaha! NaHAHAt thehere!” He (somehow) kicked his “legs”, trying to shake out whatever was in his clothing. One of the Unown from the spectating group floated over to participate in the tickle attack, nuzzling against the young champion’s neck, earning more giggles from him.

“WAHAIT-! Nohohot yohohou too!” He yelped, trying to scrunch up his shoulders to stop the Unown, but he hesitated since he was worried he might accidentally hurt it.

More from the floating group joined as they began going through the hood of his jacket, tickly sensations from the stomach catching Gold off guard which resulted in him falling over on his back, now laying on the ground laughing. All worries about his mother soon went away.

“Plehehehease, hahahAVE MEHEHERCY! BAHAHAHA!” The feeling of nuzzles suddenly turned into wiggling fingers skittering at his armpit. Whatever could be doing that, he assumes it might be the same W-shaped Unown that tickled his neck. “AHAHANYWHERE BUHUT THEHEEHRE!” He plead, shaking his head while giggling like the child he was.

Gold turns his head to the other side, and of course the Unown had to make this embarrassing message in case they got his attention.

‘TICKLE TICKLE’

He wished he had his arms back permanently just to hide the growing blush on his face.

“OHOHOHOH *hic* SHUSH, WIHIHIHILL *hic* YAHAHAHA!” He hiccuped, unable to speak whilst in hysterical laughter. The red-eyed Pokémon saw this as their cue to stop as to avoid going overboard, stopping their playful tickling before exiting out of the jacket to let him catch his breath.

Gold laid on the ground for a moment, glancing around at the letters surrounding him seeing if he was still alright. It didn’t take too long for the phantom tickles to cease before another group of Unown assisted in getting Gold back up.

Upon being pushed up from the ground, his hat falls off his head. The creatures take notice of this before picking it up, spelling out ‘HERE’.

“Thank you..” He thanked them as they carefully put the hat back on his head. The Unown happily chirped, now spelling ‘HUG?’ as an offer.

He nods with a smile, allowing the group to huddle around him as their own way of hugging him, one of them nuzzling his neck making him chuckle.

Gold may not have his mother around, but he’s at least fine with being accompanied by red-eyed letters that aren’t so soulless than he thought.

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End

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Update on this, I just got told off by someone when I said I didn't know or want to pick sides on who to defend, and they started pressuring me into choosing Shubbles side, it got to the point I had to have a friend step in and help me.

Is anyone else having troubles?

ever since Shubble said all that stuff about Wilbur, I've been having difficult time deciding who to believe, because for the longest time, Wilbur had been really kind, he protected Tommy, he was funny, and he was supportive to other people, aka his fans... so I don't know who to believe, I still want to be a fan of Wilbur, but I want to support shubble too...

[comfortablecomfort]

Saloonatics Edd Headcanon #1

Sheriff Thompson told Matthew that Edward was ticklish and that he snorts when tickled, Matthew did not leave Edward alone for an entire week.

[radiant-fanon-maker]

My One-Thousandth Post!!!

Malak getting attacked by the [tickle] bosses

M: MISSTERHRHR

Malak: WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS!?

Mama Bear: Nothing much. Go for it, children...

Malak: Go for- WHAAHAT!!

[cloudysfluffs]

--And Once with Tickles!!

A/N: BLARHG i havent posted a fic of any kind in like four years. and i havent written a TICKLE fic in like SIX years!!!! so i might be a little rusty. but this fic has been in the works for OVER A YEAR NOW and itd be a shame if only my bf gets to see it :P so im posting it to da world!!!!!

Summary: basically just if the tickle scene from Sock Opera was longer ^^'' its literally my favorite tk scene of all time so now you can have an entire fic where i stretch it out for 5k words!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

Lee: Bill? Dipper? Bipper <3

Ler: Mabel + Stan

WARNING: THIS IS AN SFW TICKLE FIC!!!!! KINK/FETISH BLOGS DO NOT TOUCH!!!!! MOST OF THE CHARACTERS IN HERE ARE MINORS AND ALL OF THEM ARE RELATED!!!!! DON'T BE WEIRD!!!!!

“Whoah, whoah, hey-- hey, HEY!”

SMASH!

The cake prop crashed against the ground with a horrible crackling sound, breaking apart beneath both of their weights. There was a collective jump and gasp from the startled crowd. Even the puppets themselves-- or, at least, the soul piloting them-- seemed taken off guard.

Despite the panic and destruction, neither Bipper nor Mabel took too long to shake it off. Bipper landed on the ground, on his stomach, just a few feet away from Mabel, who’d landed on her side. Instantly, he pushed himself up, eyes wide, feeling around the floor for the journal. A stagelight swiveled, reflecting off the shiny gold cover, and both of them leapt for it with the determination of a starving animal on a hunt. They touched down at the very same time. They wore matching, angry glares, each gripping the journal so tightly that their knuckles were turning white. Mabel knew, as she squinted to avoid the spotlight, that there was no hope in saving the show. But there was hope for saving her brother! And if that meant sabotaging everything she worked for, then…Well, it was about time she sacrificed something for Dipper. 

They rolled across the stage, tumbling over one another, until Bipper’s head reached the edge. If he craned his neck backwards enough, he could see the confused and terrified face of the audience. Something he would’ve found amusing, if the stakes weren’t so high. Mabel was on top of him, her knee on his stomach, and both hands on the journal, tugging and yanking with all her might. He just held on, harder, gritting his teeth. The very same thought was in both of their minds. I’ve almost got it!

“Get out of my brother’s body, you evil triangle!!” Mabel yelled, pressing her leg down even harder. Enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to cause any lasting damage. She really had to engrain that thought into her head. Once Bill got out of here-- and she would get him out of here-- it would be Dipper’s body suffering the consequences. He’d already been through too much. It turned out to be just enough to get the book to slip out of his hands. Both of their eyes widened in shock, but before Bill could give too much chase, she made sure to whack him with the journal. Just for good measure. She’d wanted to do that this whole time!!

Mabel stumbled to her feet, running back to center stage, just as Bipper was starting to sit up and rub his forehead. He growled, in a way she hadn’t heard since she was in Stan’s mind, in a way she knew her brother couldn’t replicate if he tried. Fascinatingly, she watched as his face seemed to heat up, reddening his skin even more than it had been already, as he pushed himself off the ground. If he were human, she may have assumed his failure had embarrassed him. But this was Bill, they were talking about…so, if she had to guess, this was his human-body equivalent of his yellow turning red. Kinda cute! In a weird, gross way. 

“Grrr…You can’t stop me!” He scowled, his eyes narrowing on the book. Mabel looked behind her. The set pieces blocked access backstage from this side, and while she could move to the stage stairs, or even jump down, that’d take a good amount of coordination. Before she could decide…she was leapt on. She gasped, feeling the air leave her lungs as she was tackled to the wooden floor. The journal slipped from her grasp, and landed on the floor beside her. Both she and Bipper placed their hands on it at the same time, hers on the edge, and his on the palm of the cover. Bipper was sitting on top of her, straddling her waist, his chest heaving as he panted. She felt breathless, too. But, as she stared up at him, still pink in the face, and with a tired, yet satisfied grin on his face…It was as if something clicked in her mind.

“I’m a being of pure energy, with no weakness!”

Mabel stared at him, almost in disbelief. It seemed so obvious. In any other circumstance, it would’ve been the very first thing she thought of, when searching for a method to gain the upper hand in combat, without actually hurting the other person. She did it to Dipper all the time! So often, in fact, that she figured the townsfolk wouldn’t bat an eye, if they saw her do this at her own show. For the first time, it was her turn to get to wear that smug, knowing smirk. She brought her other hand around to rest over the journal like a seat belt, just so he couldn’t snatch it while she talked. 

“True…But you’re in Dipper’s body!” She reminded, to which he huffed, as if offended. What, did she think he forgot? For once, it was like she could read his mind, because she picked up for him. She lifted the hand that wasn’t protecting the journal, and wiggled her fingers.

“And I know all his weaknesses!~”

Bipper quirked a brow. In the split second between her final comment, and what she was going to do next, she could see the cogs visibly turning behind his eyes. He wasn’t used to not knowing what was about to happen. Typically, at a glance, he could look at a person and see right through to their mind, where he could pluck their thoughts and plans right out. Sometimes, he knew what someone was about to do before they did. Having to rationalize like a human made it so he had to manually run through his own mental database, for what she could possibly mean…It was such a broad assessment. He was human, for christs’ sake. What wasn’t a weakness to them, really? They couldn’t handle being stretched too far, or bleeding too much, and their limbs could only bend to a certain point. Humanity was so fragile! It was honestly a mystery how they survived so long. But he’d pinned her like this for a reason; how could she possibly hurt him? 

“What do you mean his--?”

Before he could finish, Mabel lifted her wiggling fingers…and slipped her hand into his jacket, pressing them just underneath his arm. 

Bipper felt as if his entire body seized. In the half-second that the sensation touched down, he was overcome with a surge of physical reactions he’d never experienced before. First, he shivered, goosebumps freckling over his skin. It was as if every nerve in his body ignited, with an odd, fluttery tingling. Worse, perhaps…was the way he vocally reacted.He gasped, and squeaked, an embarrassingly high-pitched noise leaping from his throat. The glare, which he’d taken pride in withstanding, was forcibly wiped from his expression, replaced by a shaky smile. It felt like his insides were bubbling. But when he opened his mouth to express that concern…he realized what it was.

“GaHhh--! AAAaahhahahahahaha!” It was the urge to laugh. Uncontrollable giggles poured out of him like bubbles to a heated cauldron. The heat he felt rush to his face only made that metaphor seem all the more accurate. Mabel and the audience might’ve heard Dipper’s voice, but he heard his own. The helplessness in his tone disgusted him. Out of his own control, his reflexes went haywire, demanding that he get anywhere as long as it was away. Robbed of the motor skills required for any complex movements, he found himself toppling backwards, pinning his arms to his sides. He’d hoped falling would be enough to put distance between him and his tormentor, but it seemed like the opposite had occurred. The moment he was down, she took advantage, by climbing on top of his waist, instead. She wriggled the fingers of both of her hands under each of his arms, ruthlessly scribbling for long enough for him to feel as if any attempts at fighting back would be futile. And then, she slid both hands down, grazing his ribs, before settling on his sides. The motion elicited another yelp, and another full-body shiver, before he settled back into the helpless giggling that had possessed him before. 

It was unusual. It was unbearable. It…tickled.

“Tickle tickle!~” Mabel cooed, and for some reason, Bipper felt a heat rush to his cheeks. In fact, the burning sensation stretched all the way to the tips of his ears, making him feel compelled to wrench his eyes shut and turn his head away. The words-- or was it that voice?-- made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Somehow, it seemed like her touch only tickled more, the teasing worsening the odd hypersensitivity afflicting his nerves. His hands locked around her wrists, and he arched his back, shoving pitifully while he used his heels to kick at the ground. Whether it was due to the tickle-induced weakness, or the pose was just that effective, he didn’t get anywhere. Mabel smirked, baring her braces like fangs, like she could see just how much the comment worked on him. Dipper couldn’t stand that, either!

“Awww, whatsa matter?~ Does it tiiiickle?~ Are you too tiiicklish to handle it?~ Kitchy-kitchy-koo!~”

“S-StahahaAAahahahahahahap!” He hissed, scowling, cursing the stutter in his voice. Damn Pine Tree’s twitchy little body and his squeaky little voice! How did he live, being so sensitive?? He couldn’t bear to listen to another word of that teasing, bringing his hands up to cover his ears. And, in retaliation, Mabel’s nails skittered upwards again. They passed over his ribs, before again settling into a gentle scratch just under his arms. It got the exact same reaction the downward motion over the same spot had caused; a gasp, a yelp, and a full-body shiver, all before his arms snapped right back down again. Both of them seemed irritated by that last response.

“AAGhh-! Whyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy cahahahahahahahan’t I mohohohohove my ahahahahahahahaharms?!”

“Reflexes!” Mabel chimed in, instantly, as if it were obvious. To a human, it may have been, but for Bill, ‘reflexes’ were an entirely foreign concept. He’d never felt so…effortlessly disarmed. And that was coming from someone who spent a good chunk of his life in the second dimension, and, the rest of the time, was confined to the mindscape. He was already relatively harmless. But somehow, when he had a physical body to interpret reality with, being helpless was so much more torturous. He knew the human body was pathetic, but really, how had they survived this long as a species, if all it took were a few pokes to entirely collapse them?? Perhaps it was a combination of how unfamiliar the sensation was to him, and how sensitive Dipper’s body was, anyway…but he felt he reserved the right to mentally complain, anyway. He felt naturally more whiny. As if Mabel could tell, she grinned, and retracted a hand.

“Here, let me help you!”

Her now-free arm shifted backwards, so her hand could lock around his wrist…and force it upwards, pinning it to the ground beside his head. The other hand, that had been trapped in place, wriggled its way out. She crossed it over his body, and switched which side she was attacking, her claws now slipping into his jacket to scratch beneath the arm she’d pinned. It all happened so quickly, Bipper hardly had the chance to look horrified…before he fully squealed, his laughter ratcheting up another octave. 

“EEEEeeehheheheheek!! ‘Hehehehehehehehehelp’?!” He echoed, offended, the bite of his tone lost in his giggling. He wanted to argue more thoroughly, but good god, that tickled so much more!! He arched his back, jerked at his elbow, and turned to one side, desperate for something-- anything-- to put distance between his skin and her nails. Talk about feeling disarmed! He thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, and yet, here he was. 

“Yeah! Help! Now you don’t have to flail your arms around; you can just lay back and take it!” Mabel interjected, with an innocence that seemed far too natural for how cruel she was being. Bill saw some of himself in her, sometimes. With that kind smile, and flattery. So, sweetly deceptive. He had to hand it to her, she knew how to get ‘em! This girl was brimming with potential; the unicorns and butterflies and rainbows were just a thin blanket to mask the chaos that she was capable of. The little brat. Maybe he could use that someday. But now, it only aided in annoying him. 

“You’re welcome!~”

He wasn’t an idiot. He saw what she was trying to do. But just in case he didn’t, she told him, anyway. Mabel leaned down, eyes narrowed, so they were practically nose-to-nose. 

“Get outta Dipper’s body, or I’m gonna tickle you until you pass out!!”

He growled, trying to force the corners of his lips down into a frown. She wished it would be that easy! He may be weakened, and disarmed, but please! Who did she think he was? As if he suddenly realized he had control over his not-pinned hand, he reached over to try and grab at her wrist, to pry the hand attacking him away from the spot. It did work, partially, as the tugging would occasionally slide her hand downwards…but that only meant her wiggling fingers would graze his ribs, instead, and he’d be possessed by that yelp and full-body shiver that seemed to trigger every time. The reaction weakened him. As if he wasn’t weak enough! 

“Nehehehehehehehever!” He insisted, with just enough bite in his words for him to feel a swell of pride. He was starting to get used to it! His smile suddenly seemed all the more smug, practically a smirk, despite the fact that it was hardly warranted, in his current state. He was still laughing, and squirming, his entire body leaned to one side to reflexively counteract the nails scratching away at him. Mabel huffed. 

First, her eyes drifted to the stage. She wished she could see Dipper. To everyone else here, she was tormenting her innocent brother in front of an audience for no apparent reason. Worse, none of them, not even their most loved ones, would get an honest explanation. Whoops. She’d apologize to him later. In the meantime, she turned her head in the other direction.

Everyone out there seemed absolutely captivated. Well, for the most part, at least. Some seemed confused, others seemed shocked. A shocking amount seemed pretty flustered, while others sported the exact opposite mood. She could just barely see Candy and Grenda confusedly flipping through the script just off stage. But, generally, most of the crowd was enjoying this thrilling multi-media masterpiece. Even those from the Mystery Shack. In fact, maybe especially those three! Mabel couldn’t help but smile, as she met their eyes through the smearing, colorful stage lights.

Wendy was leaning back in her seat with her boots kicked up on the empty chair in front of her, an amused smirk on her face. Though she couldn’t hear anything coherent from the crowd from up here (and wouldn’t be able to, anyway, over Bipper’s high-pitched squealing), she could tell that Wendy snickered, as she elbowed Soos in the side. Soos was one of the members of the audience who seemed a little flustered over the whole endeavor. Even in the low lighting, Mabel could see just how red his face was. He was grinning nervously, and fanning himself with his cap, and flinched just a little too hard as he was nudged. It was all very sweet. Truthfully, she didn’t care if this ruined the show for most of the audience, because it wasn’t for them anymore. It was for Dipper! …But it did make her feel good, to see them enjoying themselves. And no one seemed to be enjoying himself more than Stan!

Earlier today, he seemed to be a little skeptical about coming. He was swayed incredibly easily though, which was rare for him. He was probably the most stubborn man the twins had ever met, and yet a good puppy-dog-eyed stare and a promise that the end would blow his mind was enough to convince him that maybe this memory was priceless. He’d even brought a camera to film it. Even with one of his eyes obscured by the pop-out window of the old recording device, she could see how widely he was grinning, the expression on his face one of fond amusement. He must have assumed that this was the ‘spectacular closing act’ that she’d been bragging about just a few hours earlier. It wasn’t, but if this went well, he’d never have to find that out! He caught her looking out upon the crowd, and tilted his head so more of his face was visible, his grin seeming all the more proud. He gave her a reassuring thumbs up, and she felt a new wave of confidence wash over her. She could do this.

Her eyes fell back to the demon pinned beneath her, who hadn’t stopped giggling and struggling since she shifted her attention a few moments ago. He’d probably been yelling insults she’d been too distracted to hear. She squinted at him suspiciously. If this were Dipper, she’d be jumping to his spot about now. Heck, that’s probably what she’d do when wrecking anyone! But…this wasn’t Dipper. It wasn’t ‘just anyone’. This was Bill! He already seemed to be getting the hang of this sensation, with how consistently now he was shoving at her hands, and how successful his thrashing was becoming. If she let up for even a second, he might even be able to wriggle away, or worse! She needed to not only tickle him to death, but she needed to make the session intense. What was something Dipper wouldn’t be able to stand…? 

Her gaze flickered to the crowd again. And, suddenly…she stopped.

Her smirk returned. Her wiggling fingers ceased, and instead that hand grabbed Bipper’s opposite wrist, so she was now pinning both to the floor. The demon-possessed vessel gasped the moment he felt a moment of solace, obviously annoyed by the fact that his giggle-fit didn’t immediately die. Every time he inhaled, or exhaled, he found he couldn’t stop laughing, like the feeling was still there, under his skin. But he was too out of breath to do anything about it! He fought with this natural, human response, while Mabel sat up as straight as she could.

“For my next act, I’ll need a volunteer from the audience!” She announced, proudly, as if it made any logical sense. The poor crowd was going to be so confused. But she didn’t need most of their approval. She only needed it from one. She grinned, and shut one eye, so she could point directly at her grunkle.

“How about you, good sir? You look like you’d make a fine actor!”

Stan lifted his head away from the viewfinder, visibly startled. He glanced to either side of him, pointed to himself, and brightened when Mabel nodded in approval. He didn’t hesitate any longer than that, handing the camera over to Soos (who fumbled with it for a moment, before giving a reassuring thumbs up) and climbing out of his seat. 

Bipper was only just starting to regain his composure, when he realized what was going on. He shook his head, and blinked open his eyes, squinting out at the crowd. Jesus, had the kid’s eyes always been this bad? He almost missed Sixer’s glasses. But, the very moment he processed that Mabel’s hands had released his wrists…thick, strong arms wrapped underneath his, scooping him up into a sitting position, pressed against someone’s chest. He felt like a cat being hoisted into the arms of their owner, unable to do anything but twist his shoulders and try to wriggle out of his grasp. Mabel was still sitting on his legs.  He glared over his shoulder. The light reflected off of Stan’s glasses, obscuring his eyes, and for some reason that made him look intimidating. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was in such a small, wimpy body; anyone could look like a threat, when everyone towered over you. His hands balled into fists.

“Wh-What is this?!” He scowled, stammering, trying to roll his shoulder to free it from the old man’s grasp. But it seemed like every inch that he managed to unwind, Stan just pulled him back even tighter. It was so effortless, it was hard to feel anything other than pathetic. No wonder this kid was getting tickled constantly! Everyone in town had a leg up on him!

“Let go of me!”

“This is called a grand finale!” Mabel declared, straightening her back and cracking her knuckles. The smirk on her face was downright sinister. An evil that Bill couldn’t help but think rivaled his own. She was an expert at this, wasn’t she? She knew this would up the game, considering the strength difference between them. Even with her best efforts, she wasn’t strong enough to keep him fully still. And even if she could, she’d lose leverage by being unable to use both hands. But the addition of another person-- him, especially-- had immobilized him completely, without her ever having to lift a finger. Not to mention how calculated this whole trap with her ‘grunkle’ had been. She hadn’t even had to speak word to him, for him to understand exactly where his place was, in all of this. Maybe they were psychic. Or maybe they really just did this that frequently. Man, he’d almost pity Pine Tree, if he deserved it! But he hardly had time to dwell on something like that, anyway. Not as he watched Mabel lift her wiggling fingers threateningly. 

“Last chance!”

She was bold, too. But so was he. And that would be his first mistake. Daringly-- challengingly-- he smirked.

“Pssh, yeah, right!” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. Mabel glared, as he turned up his nose, quirked a brow, and scoffed. Anyone who thought this was Dipper might almost see it as in-character behavior. He’d been similarly snarky, around this point in sessions. Stan even rolled his eyes right back, and tightened his grip, as if he’d found it predictable. But anyone who knew the truth, knew he wasn’t doing it for any reason other than to call her bluff. This was a pathetic excuse of a torture attempt. He thought smarting off would prove as much. When, actually…it did the exact opposite.

“Like I’d be convinced by a little tihihiiihihiHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLING--!!”

Mabel’s wiggling fingers finally dug into his ribs. And it felt so distinctly different from the other spots, or even from how it felt when she was just grazing them earlier. It was like he’d been electrocuted, from the way his body jolted uncontrollably, and the way the sensation gripped him like a shock. The yelp of terror that jumped from his throat broke in the middle, fully replaced by helpless cackles. 

…Okay. Maybe not his proudest moment.

Maybe he should’ve known better. Maybe being in this body too long was getting to him. Maybe the stupid, human impulses that he’d gotten so good at ignoring also included this vessel’s apparent desire to talk himself into corners just to get himself tickled. Whatever the case, the whole time this had been going on, the more he felt his resolve…slipping. Exhaustion tugged at his eyelids, like his body suddenly remembered that it hadn’t gotten proper sleep in over twenty-four hours. Every part of him was sore, not that pain could even begin to compete with the tickly jolts shooting through his ribs. He considered the pro’s and con’s of dislocating a shoulder just to weasel out of here, but he couldn’t properly think. He swore he could literally feel circuits shorting in his brain, glitching and sparking and stuttering where the neat rows of coherent thought used to be. It had been a beautiful process to watch, from the other side…but was miserably frustrating, when it was your plans getting thrown out of whack! 

He wanted to growl. To kick, and scream, and either kill this vessel or one of the two holding him back. Whichever came first! But, all that came out was…

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!”

…A very pathetic attempt at defiance. Enough that each of his attackers dared to snicker at him in amusement. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, thrashing and twisting in the restraints.

“W-WHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEN I GEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUT OF THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIS, IHIHIHIHIHIHI’LL--! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI’LL--!!”

Mabel couldn’t help but notice just how…not-evil he looked, like this. Bill’s base form had no mouth, and yet he somehow always seemed to be grinning. Earlier, she’d seen that condescending smirk in Bipper. But now it was gone, and she was seeing a face she’d never quite seen before. It wasn’t quite the flustered, giggly look she got from her brother, but it was far from the invisible, malevolent smile that Bill was always wearing. It was something in between. It might’ve fascinated her, if she was any less focused on the task at hand. Her nails, while dull, knew how to press just right, to tickle as much as possible without translating into physical pain. She scratched at the spaces between his ribs, and played the bones like a piano, watching in satisfied amusement as every motion elicited the same, predictable reaction. Cackles, squeaks and voice-cracks echoed through the auditorium, almost sounding musical against the backing-track of her rock-opera, that no one had bothered to turn off. If anything, Bill was even squirmier than her brother was, which was certainly saying something. This was usually the point in the session where Dipper gave up fighting, especially when Stan was helping, since he obviously didn’t have a chance. But Bill still had some fight in him! 

“I don’t know what you did to deserve this, but clearly you’re gettin’ what’s coming to ya!” Stan accused, glancing over Bipper’s shoulder in an attempt to make eye contact. The kid was clearly avoiding it. But he still peeked up, for just a moment, if only to make a point to glare. Stan took advantage of his disorientation, knowing he was disarmed just long enough for him to be able to let go of his arms. Instead, he grabbed both wrists, and pulled them behind his back, like how a cop would while handcuffing you. But he didn’t need handcuffs, because his hands were big enough in comparison to grab both of the kid’s wrists in one of his palms while still having his fingers touch in the middle. And, with one hand free…he was able to pull out one last trick. 

Fingers skittered up Bipper’s spine, spurring out an involuntary shiver that was so intense, Bill was a little surprised it didn’t jolt him out of this body entirely. He didn’t get to dwell on how scarily close that had been to breaking him, though. Because in a second, that single skittering turned into a consistent, unrelenting scribble, and any coherent thought that was left slipped out through his fingers.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

Right. Almost all of the Pines’ were ticklish here. Maybe he should’ve seen that coming. 

It was positively overwhelming. Every curl of his blunt nails against the spot had his nerves lighting up in a frenzy, activating the useless instinct that had him squealing and laughing like this whole ordeal was the most hilarious joke he’d ever been told. But no part of this was funny!! Not when it was him! It was humiliating, at best, and a total disgrace to his reputation at worst. He was glad the folks at home couldn’t see this, because they would never let him live it down. 

“Ooh! Good call, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel praised, finally looking back up to meet his eyes with an approving smile on her face. She wished she could give him a thumbs up, but her hands were kinda busy. Bill couldn’t help but bristle at how unfair it was, that Stan could restrain him like this. He couldn’t lean forward even if he wanted to, and leaning backwards only pressed him further into that hand! And, somehow, despite the trap being objectively more simple, it was more confining! Now, he didn’t even have the privilege of flapping his hands, or making vaguely threatening gestures. And it all just tickled more! It was cruel, and unusual. He wrenched his eyes shut, and felt tears build in the corners. Crying had always been an annoying, uncontrollable thing his puppets did, but it felt especially humiliating in this context. Way to rub salt in the wound.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Whether it be a blessing or a curse, neither of the two around him had a chance to respond to that miserable display of emotion. Because, somehow mockingly, his body turned against him. When he tried to catch his breath, he felt a hiccup of air in his chest…that caused a snort. 

The two at either of his sides brightened. And the crowd aww’ed.

He’d forgotten they were there. He was on a stage, and yet, the fact that there were more than four of them here had slipped his mind. Earlier, if he’d remembered, he would’ve shrugged it off. Whatever, who cared if they saw him like this? It wasn’t his reputation that was going to suffer for it. It was Pine Tree’s, who now had to go home and live the rest of his life knowing that most of this town had seen him get tickled on stage. And that was still, objectively, true! He knew that. He knew none of them would think twice about it. So why did the sudden realization have his face blushing hotter? Why did he feel this horrible, anxious fluttering in his stomach, like he was full of spiders? He didn’t know. But he knew it had to end. 

He couldn’t take it. It wasn’t just his self-inflicted injuries that ached, now, it was others-- his sides, and his throat, and the corners of his lips, were all begging him to just stop laughing. Other than the ache, he was pretty sure he could feel this vessel overheating. Being put in this embarrassing position had struck a match inside of him that was slowly cooking him from the inside out. But more than that, he was tired. And that was hardly a feeling he even understood. Alas, the human urge to melt into a puddle and sleep for eight hours was, apparently, real. He was on the verge of uttering a genuine please, if this didn’t end soon, and he didn’t want to pull that card unless it was a life-or-death situation. So, apparently, he only had one choice left…

Damn it. It wasn’t fair! He’d let them have this win, but his fun wasn’t over. This plan was only the first of many tricks he had up his sleeve. He glanced up at Mabel one last time, eyes narrowing, as if he could glare at her very soul. But she only countered it with a smirk. She knew she couldn’t lose. She’d never lost a tickle fight against her brother! 

Suddenly, the sound of his laughter began to taper off. It quieted into a fit of twitchy, broken coughs; it almost sounded like he was glitching. But then he slumped in his spot, quiet…and all four hands retracted. Dipper’s body melted into his Grunkle’s chest, eyes closed, as if he was out cold. Both attackers pulled back for a moment, visibly tense, and met eyes. Mabel, because she was testing to see if this was a good sign…and Stan, because he was genuinely startled. Jesus, he’d never passed out like that before! Usually he called it, when he knew he was getting to the end of his rope! Did they kill him on accident? There was a beat of silence that was just long enough to raise concern...and then, quick enough to be startling, Dipper sat up. He gasped, and clutched his chest, panting like he’d been awoken from a nightmare. And, well…he sort of had! Both of his family members jumped.

“Ahh!! He’s back!!” Mabel accused, lifting her clawed hands in preparation to strike again. She didn’t expect her brother to scream, flinching backwards in horror. 

“AAHHhh, M-Mabel!! It’s mehehe, it’s me, it’s me!!” He pleaded, bringing up his arms to protect himself in a panic. The squeaky, nervous little voice sounded different than it had, just a moment ago. Less confident, less angry, and more…well, like her brother. If it was an act, it must’ve been a pretty convincing one, because she lowered her hands. Slowly, skeptically, Dipper lowered his, too…and she saw his round, brown eyes staring back. Her posture fully relaxed, and her grin returned to her face. It actually worked!! Tickling always worked. 

[feathers-of-fluff]

Hide n’ Seek

Summary: Steven had took notice of Gold making attempts to get his hands (…made from the Unown) on the former champion’s hat, so he and Grey decided to give him a challenge. Will the boy succeed and get his reward, or lose and suffer the punishment?

A/N: dang… this took a while to make, but i’m finished at last!! anyways special delivery today

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“One.. two.. three.. four.. five…”

Gold frantically looked his head around, trying to find a good hiding spot. The living room obviously wouldn’t work due to Steven already counting there, facing the wall alongside Grey, who had smirked knowing that he’ll have some fun with the former Johto champion if he ever finds him first.

So now, the remaining spot were the rooms.

Realizing this, Gold floats over to his and Blake’s room through the door that was luckily already opened, entering inside before quickly going towards the bed. The red-eyed Unown then popped out of nowhere to lift the cover up for the living corpse to hide underneath.

Feeling the giggles bubble up in his chest as he heard Steven almost finishing counting, Gold tries to keep himself as quiet as possible.

“Ready or not, here we come~!”

A squeak had sounded from the child after hearing that sentence.

But all he had to do, was stay inside the comforter and wait.

Meanwhile, Grey and Steven were searching around the house for their little hiding friend, checking behind the couch, in the kitchen, etc. However, the results ended up being nothing on sight, not even a glimpse of hair.

“Why don’t we try.. y’know, checking the rooms?” The bootleg trainer suggested.

“Oh yeah, I haven’t really thought of that… sure, kiddo.” He leads the way before signaling Grey to check them first while he checks the bathroom.

Grey didn’t understand at first but then got the message and nodded, going into the room where Shinto was in.

Upon hearing the sounds of a door opening, the bootleg Pokémon immediately turned around knowing whoever it was entering.

“OH HI, GREY!!”

“…Hi, Shinto.” The bootleg kid greeted back in a voice that sounded like he was thinking ‘she’s gonna do something annoying any moment now’.

“You looking for something?? Shinto can go get it for you!!” The mischievous smile on her face says otherwise.

“Nah, I’m good. But thanks for trying to help, anyway.”

He walks over to give her a pat on the head before heading back to the door afterwards.

“You’re welcome!!” She happily exclaimed, watching as Grey exited the bedroom.

The living corpse was nearly struggling to keep his giggles trapped in as he hears the bootleg trainer talking to Shinto for a little bit from what he assumes. Sure, it’s getting hot under here, but he didn’t have much time to think of a good hiding place.

His breath hitched when a recognizable voice called out his name as somebody went in his room. “Oh, Goooold~!”

He completely went silent with a squiggly smile on his face. Gold expected Steven to come in here first, but out of all tickle monsters to do so, it was Grey instead. Knowing how much baby talk he’ll use, the dead child was desperate to keep still so he wouldn’t find out his hiding spot.

“Wheere arre youuu~?” The bootleg trainer slowly crept, his fingers wiggling. “You can’t hide forever~”

Gold accidentally lets out a few giggles before his eyes widened at the quick realization. God, why must Grey be so evil at a moment like this?

The boy turned to the small lump in the blanket upon hearing some noise, staring for a second. He then playfully grinned. “I think I hear someone~!” Grey walked up to the comforter.

(“No.. ohoh no, please!”) Gold begged in his thoughts, praying that he doesn’t pull the cover off.

…Nothing happened.

Did he change his mind? Or was he checking o-

The blanket was suddenly pulled up to reveal the bootleg trainer. “Found you~”

Grey grabbed the dead child and dragged him out of his spot. “Nononono-! Plehehease, nohoho!” Gold plead, trying to escape from his friend’s grasp. He really wished he wore on his jacket instead of staying in a white shirt.

“Nowhere to hide now, buddy! You know what that means~!” He sat on the bed before pulling up the former champion’s shirt, unveiling his stomach. Gold at least could hope that Steven is still busy trying to look for him.

“GreEHehey, plehehease-! Dohohon’t do ihihit!”

“Don’t do what? This?” His clawed hand hovered over his tickle spot, making the living corpse anticipate and kick his little ‘legs’. “YEHEhes, thAhat!”

“Well, if you say so!” The wiggling fingers now make contact with his stomach, scribbling at the flesh.

“NAHAHAHA-! Ihihi didn’t saHAHAy YOHOhou could- baHAHaHAA!” Gold couldn’t say anything else due to being too focused on the tickling feeling, but all he can do is just laugh and flail about.

The long-haired man approached the room, looking from the entrance to see the two. “Sounds like somebody’s having a good laugh.” He chuckled.

“I knew I’d find him first, so of course it does.” Grey began to rapidly squeeze Gold’s side, causing the living corpse to squeal before letting out childish giggles. Maybe he shouldn’t have hoped too soon.

Steven walks inside to sit down with the boys, looking down at the former Johto champion with a smirk. “You enjoying this so far?”

“MaHAHAke hiHIHIhim stAHAHAP-!” Gold exclaimed, falling into laughter again when the bootleg trainer blew a raspberry onto his stomach.

“Gimmie him, kiddo. Let the expert show you how to really get ‘im.” He held his hands out, awaiting the bootleg trainer to give him Gold.

Back before the incident, he and his brother used to have tickle fights with each other—Mike usually won because of his fingers moving from one spot to another every time the former champion tried to stop him, but Steven did win a few times by blowing raspberries on his neck. Nowadays, learning from his experience, he won more often, and hearing his big brother laugh again gave him serotonin.

Grey obliges and hands over the limbless child, watching Steven hold him up near his mouth.

“Now this is where the real fun begins.”

The former champion went straight to nibbling on Gold’s stomach, sending him to hysterics.

“BwAHAhaHA-! *hic* NAhaHAhAO, NAHAT THeHEHERE!” Gold’s eye sockets were closed shut as he cackled and hiccuped. He wasn’t expecting Steven to be eating up his worst spot, but with those sharp teeth, why wouldn’t he?

“Oh, but yes there~! You love it when ya get tickled there, don’tcha~? A-kitchiekitchiekitchie~!” He cooed, skittering at the back of the living corpse’s ear, turning him into a giggling mess.

“NOhOhohoho, dohohohon’t-!” His face became surrounded in a blush, trying to look away from Steven but only to end up having his neck quickly scratched by Grey, who just had to start making that ‘tktktktktk’ sound that gets him good.

“Alright, one last thing before we’re finished.” Steven readjusted the child’s position, now holding him under the arms whilst keeping the shirt lifted.

“Wahahait, *hic* WAHAIT-!”

He took a breath in before blowing a raspberry on his bare stomach, and right over his bellybutton too.

“WAhaHAHAhaHAA-! *hic* IHI GIHIVE UHUP, I *hic* GIHIHIVE UHUP!”

An Unown in the alphabetic shape of a letter W appeared out of thin air tapping on Steven’s shoulder. The long-haired man turned his head to it somehow not surprised by it suddenly showing up, nodding as he understood the signal before letting Gold catch his breath.

“You okay, Goldie?” Grey asked, a little worried if he and Steven had gone too far.

The child turned to the bootleg trainer before responding with a message from the red-eyed letters that spelled out ‘YES’. He then notices him holding his monochromatic hat that had fallen off from all the flailing he did. “..Is that my hat?”

Grey looked down at it. “Yeah, it fell off from your head while you were, y’know, being tickled.”

The boy started blushing again at the mentioned word. “Oh..” Then out of nowhere, something what felt like a different hat was placed over his hair and ahoge. He looked up at Steven and saw that the hat he was wearing had been taken off, however the shadow obscuring his eyes didn’t cease for some reason.

Gold now realizes…

“…Didn’t you say that I only get to wear your hat if I win?”

“Mhm. But I think I’ve changed my mind.” He gave the child a pat on the head. “You’ve still earned it, kiddo.”

Gold gleefully smiled and (sort of) embraced the former Kanto champion. “Thank you.”

Steven nearly jumps when Grey decided to join in the embracement. And with a soft smile on his face, he returned the favor to the two boys.

He still hopes that maybe someday—one way or another—his brother will finally achieve his revenge.

~

End