#Ticklish!Pac

[kanene-yaaay]

Oh, To Die By Your Hands

Kanene's notes: IT SEEMS SO SERIOUS WITH THAT TITLE KJUHYTFRGHUJK Nah, just your normal tickle fic with not so much normal characters. Fit and Pac have been living rent free in my mind since before Purgatory and after their date??? I am dead on the floor. Get a man who will declare his feelings for you in your native language for real for real.

Warnings: Lots of nibbles, tickly kisses and raspberries in this one. Switch!Fit and Switch!Pac. Around 6.500 words. Also! I tried to add the way that Pac calls Fit because of his accent written on the fic because I think it's lovely and cute. Hope it isn't too much confunsing or strange :D

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“Thank you for coming, Pac. Ramón really likes when you sing him that lullaby.” His voice was rough but soft, just like his entire form and self when it came to his son, his beautiful baby boy. 

Pac smiled, also following his example and lowering his voice, closing the secured door of the kid’s room carefully before they both headed to the other room where they held their first date, a prep on his step. “It’s no problem, Fitch! Actually, I don’t know why he likes that one so much, it literally talks about how a Cuca, which is like… a kind of monster? I don’t know how to explain. But how she will grab, or better, uh, snatch the kid away because the parents are out working.”

A loud peal of laughter was pried from the mercenary’s lips, staring at the other with unbelief in his eyes. “Wait, wait, that is the actual meaning of the song?”

“Yeah, yeah! I don’t know why they made it so scary. I wouldn’t be able to sleep if someone sang it to me before putting me to bed.”

“Damn, brazilian lullabies are just at a hardcore level.”

“Teaches you to sleep with one eye open, right?”

“That is right, that is right.”

They shared smiles. Arriving at the place, the air was still light, but it wasn’t difficult to see the question itching Pac’s throat, wanting to jump out of his body. It was in the way that he walked closely by Fit side and how he kept sneaking glances at him, quickly deviating them to look around the room before going back to stare, keeping the cycle for a while. Each time his steps got closer and closer until their hands intertwined in a hold.

It made sense he would be like that, of course. Fit would be just the same if his boyfriend woke him up in the middle of the night asking him to come to his place to help to calm down his kid after a nightmare because he wasn’t able to. 

Still, he was glad that no questions were asked, not when Pac arrived - barely half a minute later after he sent his message, sleep and anxiety clinging like a shadow to his form - and not now, as the storm seemed to have passed.

Shame, however, kept flowing hot in his veins. He and Ramón had been alone since… always, really. They both had dealt with each other’s nightmares and night terrors more times than they could count. This one wasn’t supposed to be different. Shouldn’t be different. He should be there the moment his boy opened the door of his room with tears streaming down his face, sobs stubbornly escaping from his firmly pressed lips and hands open for a comforting hug that Fit should be able to give, a rare show of a child that his baby boy was, but refused to demonstrate most of time.

And yet…

Fit himself hadn’t been much better. Hadn’t been better for a long time, now. Because everytime he closed his eyes the threat from Madagio filled his mind and nightmares kept permeating his every night for the past two weeks, crowding his mind with horrifying scenarios that shouldn’t, but shook his core. 

Usually, he would just wake up, push all of it - the feelings, the fears, the screams begging for their life - deep down his chest and hope that it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

Nevertheless to say, as all the things in life, it definitely did. 

Because that night, when Ramón looked at his face - and god knows what he saw there - he stopped right in his tracks and carefully signed his name. He had been crying, he had been crying and scared and tired and all Fit could think - because words simply didn’t come out, no matter how much he tried to spill, spit them to comfort his kid - is that he could kill him. So quickly. Easily, even, with a twist of his wrist, a swipe of his trident, a pull from his bomb stacks, he could kill him and suddenly he was frozen on the spot, unable to even get closer to his son. 

If Madagio had any power like the Federation, it could control him and destroy his most precious riches in a matter of seconds. It wouldn’t need to come to the island. It wouldn’t even need to pull Fit from it to make his life a living hell.

“There is something that we need to talk, Pac. Please take a seat.”

So, he called Pac. He deserved to know exactly what he was getting into (how many times would they have this kind of conversation?) and Ramón deserved a father who would actually get his shit together and get over it.

Pac gulped and looked at him slightly startled, knowing very well what the serious tune could mean, probably with a thousand of scenarios already running at light speed in his mind. “O-of course, Fitch.”

He then softly squeezed his hand - because there was no universe where Pac wouldn’t be perfect and strong and there but sometimes Fit seemed to forget that so he had to remind him - and let it go, sitting on the blue couch Fit recently added on the room and expectantly waiting for the other to do the same.

Which he promptly did - of course, because there wasn’t any universe where he would go and Fit wouldn’t immediately follow him. 

“Wine? What about wine? Do you want some wine?” The brazilian offered, pulling glasses from his well trusted backpack and a bottle from the refrigerator nearby. 

“Already wanting to take me to bed, Pac? Wow.” 

“No! Stop it.” Pac lightly shoved his arm, both chuckling for a bit before Fit sobered, taking a deep breath and a sip of the liquid. It was good stuff, probably from Aypierre’s vines. “Thought we were here to have a serious conversation, no?”

“We are.” 

Fit stopped, pondered how he would put it in words. It didn’t matter, there was no easy way to put it.

“Pac, would you kill me if it was necessary?”

The scientist sputtered, almost choking on the wine before turning in alarm to stare at the other, his gaze zig zagging across his body as if it would transform at any moment into an enemy, a monster in disguise pretending to be his boyfriend right in front of him. 

He didn’t doubt Pac’s abilities, even if Pac himself hardly believed in them. He was an extremely good fighter, going through monsters and battles with a calm demeanor and precise, strong attacks that ended the conflict as soon as possible. Fit was very skilled, himself. But he was sure that if Pac used one of his brilliant plans and his scythe, it would take a lot, but he would eventually come down.

But, for that, he needed to know if Pac would go through with the plan.

“Why, why that, Fitch? Did something happen? Are you feeling weird? Is it…” He got closer. Fit’s heart beated louder. If it was him… if it was him it wouldn’t be so bad. “Is it the Federation, again?”

“No. It’s… the other.”

Understanding downed in his expression. “Oh. Did he contact you again?”

Fit shook his head. “No. But it did say that it would hurt you if I tried to betray our contract and I am not planning to but, Pac, I need to know if you’ll do it. If I become a threat.”

Pac bit his lower lip, thoughtfully. Fit’s muscles relaxed, glad to know he was taking this as a serious worry, not just some unfounded fear.

“We will save you. Just like we did before, just like you did to me, Fitch. I, I will be there for you too, when you need and for as long as you need, if you’re gone we will bring you back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t, but, if I have to kill you, Fit… how will I tell this to Ramón? Or Sunny? WHo is going to be her bodyguard? And what about the morning crew? Are we supposed to just… stay?”

“You are all very strong and I am sure that-”

“No.” His voice was determined, sad. His hands gestured widely. “No, no, no. I am not leaving you behind, Fit. What about when I’m in danger, who will rescue me? Who will share the island’s fofoca with me? Or give me a refrigerator full of food on the first date? Or kill the eye workers when they attack or tease Tubbo when he goes on a date with Fred, or help us to take care of Sunny, or, or, or…” Fit held the other’s hands, squeezing it tight when he started to talk too fast, snapping Pac out of his thoughts, making him take a big breath. “No. You can’t go away, Fitche. Never. I won’t let them take you too.”

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, that… that made sense. 

This was Pac, who the first thought when seeing his friend being drugged and controlled by the Federation was going under the same treatment so he could find a cure for it. The one who forgave Cellbit in a heartbeat when he told him he had changed. Who refused to kill him - even before the date, when Fit couldn’t even put in words his feelings for the other - during Purgatory. Who threw himself into mines and danger easily without thinking twice and would do all of it again an again if it meant keeping someone he cared about safe, even when the Federation kept taking his family one day after the other. He would do it in a heartbeat.

It made sense he didn’t want to lose another one. He was smart, strong, kind… Fit would trust him with his life into his hands in a blink of an eye.

But…

“If I hurt Ramón, Pac. If ever get close to hurt any of the eggs…”

“I will lock you, Fit. And I, we! We will find a cure again. None of them will die and you don’t need to die either.”

“Do you promise?”

Pac nodded, composure and eyes kept firm in their place, holding him down and reminding him he was no longer on this alone. “I promise, Fit. And if your boss cat comes here to hurt them… Then we will kick his butt, right?”

Fit snorted, if it was anyone else, he would doubt, throw their words away as a senseless attempt to comfort him, without true meaning. His boss was god, some kind of entity with power enough to pull him out of a world of literal destruction and throw him into a dimension where all of it never existed. However, this was Pac. Both he and Mike have proven over and over again that there was no place, no rule, no limit that they weren't able to overcome and laugh at their face when the managed to overcome it.

Maybe… If it was him.

He could believe it. Besides, Pac did promise that he wouldn’t let him hurt the children. They were always the priority, afterall

“Yes, we will. Thank you, Pac.” He took a deep breath. Since he already started, he could as well… 

Talk. About stuff.

“Sometimes I… worry about, uh, what I can do.”

(Kill. Maim. Destroy. Break it down piece by piece until there is nothing left. Watch in the shadows and continue his way quietly through all the screams.)

Pac understood what he meant. “Oh. It’s fair. I think, it must be hard, when you think about it…” He then squeezed his hand before letting them go, starting to count on his own fingers. “But, I don’t think you should worry about it, Fitch. You can do a lot of awesome things, too! You’re a really good cooker, you can make very cool bombs and explosions, you’re good at hide and seek, at saving me when I am down. You are also very good at hiking and training, which makes sense, right? With how muscular and great you are, also-”

“Pac,” Fit voice’s took a firm tune, pulling Pac from his rambling and immediately catching his attention, wide black eyes turning at him attentively. “Pac, I was made for killing. All of this is just…”

(It doesn’t matter.)

“Nah.”

Fit blinked once, twice, quite astonished at how nonchalant the scientist sounded. Stared at those beautiful, soft eyes that watched him with a playful light that somehow nothing on the Island had been able to destroy. Strong. “Sorry?”

“I don’t think you were made for killing, Fit. No one is only able to do one thing and everyone can change. Besides… it gave you a lot of skill, right? Surviving there. That is why you’re one of the best fighters on the island, Fit! The codes, the eye workers… even Cucorucho is no match for you. You’re so strong, fierce, cool, fit and,” Pac’s determined tune tripped a little bit as his words got faster and a tad more distracted, his eyes deviating from his stare, looking at his face, arms, torso… Fit would be lying if he said he didn’t like how it hovered for a little while on his chest and muscles, “and you’re good looking too! Awesome, ruthless, muscular, handsome...”

“Ahalright!” Fit cut him before his face melted from how hot it felt, the tip of his ears feeling like they were on fire. His voice seemingly broke Pac out of his mind and made him immediately attempt to hide his face on his hoodie, trying to jump away to hide and being stopped by the gentle hand still holding his, keeping him close. That didn’t prevent more embarrassed snickers from also filling the air. “Sorry, sorry, I got distracted.”

“Take it easy, big boy, take it easy.”

Fit only laughed harder when the teasy nickname made the other shout in protest, a light hit landing on his shoulder. It successfully distracted him enough so his head peaked again from the deepness of his blue hoodie, so Fit counted it as a win. Especially when a playful gleam took over Pac’s glare.

“Actually, Fitch, I think you were made for something.”

“Oh, you think so?”

Pac got closer, smiling, nodding in such an innocent way that could only mean trouble. 

“Yeah, for kisses.” He laid his head on his shoulder and Fit could feel goosebumps travel his entire body from the skin contact. His voice became lower, slower, certain. “Can I kiss you, Fit?”

Fit definitely didn’t bluescreen, half words and meaningless sounds leaving his mouth in a string of incoherency that lasted a couple of minutes before he finally managed to get himself together enough to shove an actual sentence, with a too high pitched tune, through his throat. “I-I mean, of course you can, Pac! If, ah, if you want to.”

Pac’s answer was a single kiss placed in his collarbone before the brazilian focused his administrations on his neck. Soft, warm lips leaving a trail of tingles and electricity whatever they touched. Fit could feel the care in each one and it felt… nice. 

Cozy. 

Warm. 

Tickly.

Ok, actually, it was very, very tickly.

Fit closed his eyes and turned his face around, trying to hide the beginning of a smile that grew bigger with every light - so, so, so light - peck grazing his skin. Not wanting to actually ruin the sweet moment between them, especially after Pac got the courage to ask for what the mercenary had been wanting to do for a while.

(Cuddle and kiss his boyfriend. Oh god, when did he become such a softie?)

The problem with his hiding tactic is that it only left more spots in the open for Pac to attack and bash in attention, not leaving a single patch of skin alone without a caring goodbye kiss, unknowingly breaking piece by piece Fit’s barriers.

He twitched when his boyfriend got too close to the line of his jaw, the warmth racing up to the tip of his ears in a way he hoped that Pac didn’t realized. The one with blue hoodie and attentive eyes stopped in a hitched breath. Waited.

Fit got his racing heart and tickly tingles under control. He was not going to lose to a few accidental tickles. He was not.

He squeezed Pac’s and drew circles on the back of his hands, turning at him with a teasy smirk and crooked eyebrows.

“Oh, is it my turn now?”

Pac giggled and shook his head. “Wait, wait, I still got…”

Without finishing his sentence he dived and placed a light kiss right under his chin, successfully catching the other out of guard and making one of various locked snickers wheezily flee from his lips, quickly being followed by others when Fit tried to cover his smile, turning around once again.

“Oh, god, I am doing this wrong, aren’t I?” Pac pushed himself away and grumbled, starting to search in his pockets for his warpstone, increasing the other’s snickery fit. “Ok, ok, that is it.Thank you so much for calling, I had an incredible time so now I am going to throw myself off the Cristo Redentor and then go to bed, good night, Fit. Tell Ramón I loved him and tell Richas to take a shower, bye.”

“No, no, Pac. Calma, calma.” Fit held one of his wrists, pulling Pac back to his place on the sofa, chasing his black eyes when they kept running away from his while the scientist kept shaking his head from side to other in a dramatic despair. Fit ended up resting his other hand on his cheek, guiding his look back. “I would never laugh at my brazilian boyfriend.” He tried to not grin smugly when that melted the other’s pout in a shy smile “The kisses just tickled me, that is all.”

That immediately brought Pac’s attention. “Wait, Fit… you’re ticklish?”

“It seems like I am, but I am not sure. Not a lot of chances for bonding and laughing when fighting for your life in 2b2t.”

“Oh, I see.” Silence, Pac’s wrist wiggled out of his hold and suddenly there were warm hands flying to his neck, fingertips dancing on it, blunt nails and wiggly fingers tickling the sensitive spot softly. “So, you’re ticklish.”

Fit huffed a laugh at the strange feeling, instinctively scrunching up his neck all while he tried to not pry Pac’s hands away. Same hands that now spidered their way up to his ears, tracing them and giving each one a few scratches, Pac watching in awe as their tips became more and more colored with each passing second.

“Oh my god, Fit, your ears are so red! Are you blushing? That is really, reeeally cute, you know?”

 Fit’s shoulders began to shake slightly with the effort to keep all the giggles and laughter trapped inside, the task growing more and more difficult as Pac kept his exploring. Fingers tapping their way down to the mercenary’s ribcage, making his torso twitch from one side to another as they started skittering up and down, tracing senseless drawings and forms on the spot. Another fleeing snigger escaped from his firmly pressed lips. There was no way such light, barely even touching touch could tickle that much.

“You can laugh it out, Fit. I bet it will feel much better! Besides,” the gleam in his eyes got sharper and Pac didn’t really lower his voice, but something in his tune changed, a turning point that made a shiver run down Fit’s spine. It didn’t feel like something truly dangerous but alerts began flashing in his mind when the touch became just a tad firmer. 

Fit had to push down the squirms that threatened to push the other away. “You can’t just keep all that laughter only for yourself, now, that wouldn’t be fair. No, no, not fair at all. Keeping all those giggles and snickers hidden from me. Trapped inside. They deserve to be free, you know? So everyone can see how cute they are.”

“Pac…”

But then Pac started digging and his barrier broke. Loud laughter immediately followed the hands vibrating in between his ribs, scribbling, looking for any special spot that would make Fit go insane. Not that he was very far from this, now, head being thrown backwards with how strong his crackles were, because nothing in the world could ever prepare him for the feeling that was being tickled, to have each nerve screaming but not in pain, to have each touch bring a new kind of electricity that traveled his torso and filled his heart with a warmth that made him want to jump out of the sofa and at the same time bring Pac closer.

A curious prodding in a spot in his highest ribs that was almost on his back and Fit slammed his body on the cushion, a snort being pried from his lips and quickly being followed by another and another when the fingers kept drilling and kneading on the spot non stop.

Then he heard it, low as a whisper. “Beautiful….” It came in an awed voice, and in between half lidded eyes Fit saw the one with black hair shake his head, as if getting himself together before slowing down the tickling, thumbs rubbing the remnant tickles as he stared at him. “Sorry, Fitch, I, caham, I got, uh, distracted. Are you okay?” He nodded, chuckles taking over his words and disappearing with any hope of saying something without descending in more of a waterfall of giggles. Still, he tried, the proud smile in Pac’s face erasing his embarrassment in how silly he sounded giddy like this. 

“I’m fine, just surprised that I am dating a tickle monster.”

The brazilian laughed, shaking his head and hiding his face on Fit’s shoulder. “Não, não, não (No, no, no). Mike is actually the tickle monster in our team. I just learned a lot from playing fights with him.” Pac trembled in an exaggerated shudder. “He is merciless.”

“Really?”

“Uh hum.” Pac hummed, thoughtful, before doing a little ‘pop’ sound, hands washing down to his sides, tapping senselessly there. “He had this kind of attack where he would be talking to you and suddenly he would start to tickle you and like, it would be really, really light so you didn’t actually, you know, like, died laughing? But at the same time it would be crazily ticklish! Following you around no matter how much you squirmed or snickered.”

“P-pac, come on…”

The other just hummed, still talking and hands still spidering in their resting position, taking turns in between drawing circles on his sides, feeling how his torso would shake with a new round of chuckles blossoming anew, and scratching the little dive of his hips to make them grow faster.

“Then he would try to keep a conversation going and complain like ‘are you even paying attention to what I’m saying, what’s going on?’ as if he didn’t know what was happening, can you believe?! And you couldn’t just… walk away or keep silly giggling non stop and not answer him, because you’re still in a conversation and that would be rude, right? So you’re just there, laughing and wiggling and it always drives me crazy!”

Fit nodded, knowing the feeling very well, in his opinion. His brain trying to pay attention to his words but getting totally distracted by his own attempts to not wiggle around so much because everytime his body trashed to one side, Pac would just dig his fingers on his sides and drum, which made him jump in the other direction only to receive the same treatment, creating a maddening cycle almost impossible to escape from. 

Once again, laughing began flooding the room, high pitches and wheezy giggles chasing around one or two squeals when a tentative squeeze grazed the spot before quickly jumping away, the unexpected playful attacks blending with the soft scribbles and somehow making him not being able to predict nor prepare for one or the other.

“And then, out of nowhere he would get bored and that is where it lies the danger, Fitch.” Pac’s voice took a turn to a lower tune, torn between a warning and a threat. His tickling came to a halt, fingertips just laying on his waist with occasional twitches. What was more strange, though, was how, even so, the janitor couldn’t stop the titters taking over his mind and body. He wondered if that was how he would finally die, undone and destroyed by his very lovely boyfriend. Pac snickered in mischief and amusement, breaking his mask for a couple of seconds before cleaning his throat and coming back to his persona, interlocutor voice back again.

“Because, when he stops it means that he is getting bored. You know that he is getting bored and he knows that you know that he is getting bored and that it is just a matter of time before he decided that is enough and something happens” he highlighted the word by spidering quickly across his ribs. His voice sounded like it was closer. “So you just stay there, quiet, waiting for the moment he will strike.”

Fit held his breath, eyes closed. His smile was so big that it traveled from one ear to the other. No more laughter was falling from his mouth, but his shoulders still bounced with the phantom tickles that freely pricked his skin and seemed to follow his every squirm. Pac’s hands felt warm - dangerous - where they touched and he was pretty sure that his entire face would melt at some point of this game.

He waited.

Waited. Nothing.

A kiss was pressed on his forehead.

He opened an eye, muscles immediately untensing and relaxing with the scene, even if adrenaline still ran without control in his veins, of Pac happily smiling, just a few centimeters from his face.

“Oi, Fitch.”

“Roi, Pa-ACK!”

Loud, uncontrollable and unstoppable laughter filled the room, Fit still tried to finish his sentence before giving up and succumbing to the snorts and wheezing that took over his laughter. Squeezes, drumming and prodding attacked his sides, kneading on the ticklish spot before scratching their way up to his ribs, burying themselves there and then keeping their way up to his armpits - poking and scribbling and making him lock his arms on his torso - until it got to his ears, changing the loud peals of booming laughter to a hysterical string of snickers only to make he go back to crackling when he attacked his sides again and again, alternating between each and every tickle spot so he couldn’t picture where he was going to tickle next. 

Fit could even swear that at some point he felt a squeeze in his knees that fished a chortle from his lips and an uncontrollable kick from his legs.

It lasted only a couple of minutes. All the electricity and tickly buzzing teased and made him laugh like nothing else mattered, loud and free even when, between his own amused giggling, Pac ceased his mean attack and watched with a giant grin as the other tried to regain his breath, a light blush dusting his face.

“You were saying, Fitch?”

Nonsense. That was exactly what Fit was about to say. Because his brain kind of became a mush after all that attack and the airy giggles that kept flowing from his throat didn’t exactly help him to gather his thoughts nor fade the hotness running still on his face.

“I, er, huh…” and there it was, the sentence got lost to jumpy snickers again. Fit brought a hand to hide them and try to gain at least save a bit of face, but a quick poke on his defenseless armpit made it go immediately down again. He glared without any real heat at his boyfriend, who lifted his arms in rendition.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m done for real, now.”

The silence was extended for a few pieces of time, stretching across them like a cat after a nap. 

Fit was the one who broke it.

“That is Mike’s…” He coughed, cleaning his throat “special tickle attack, then? I can see why you call him merciless.”

“Nah, actually that is my own technique. Mike prefers to catch a person out of guard and tickle while taunting them until they promise to make something for him.”

The surprised, amused huff of laughter that came out from the mercenary’s mouth didn’t have anything to do with wiggly fingers this time and Pac joined him. 

“You’re such a sneaky guy, Pac, you’re such a sneaky guy.”

“Thank you. Gotta learn from the best right? Maybe someday me and Ramón will team up and win the hide and seek against you.” 

“Hmm, you probably would. But maybe I can convince Richarlyson to help me?”

“It would be good. Richas is the best in hide and seek. He would really like to. Hey! We should set up a playdate with them in our Hide and Seek arena. We can even call Tubbo and Sunny, maybe even Philza with Chayanne and Tallulah, if they are awake. The more the merrier, right?”

Fit was sure that if he was shapeshifter like Tubbo, without even wanting to, his eyes would be heart shaped. It never ceases to amaze him how Pac could accept and love everyone - him - like they were and would always be a family to him. 

“But, so?” The brazilian wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk opening in his face. “How is it the experience of being tickled for the first time?”

Maddening. Tortuous. Able to make someone go crazy, he was sure. Surprisingly tiring and unexpectedly effective. Strange. Itchy. A lot. Hard to explain.

But also, it was extremely caring. Warm. Soft. Funny. Bonding. Weird. Extremely silly. He couldn’t stop his smile and thoughts about the gleam and shine in Pac’s eyes when he discovered a new spot or how - strangely enough - light and giddy he was feeling right now.

Besides, he never was self conscious about his laughter or anything but listening to Pac calling him… beautiful, in such an amazed voice… Well, his ego really couldn’t complain.

“It was fun.” He decided to go with that, a playful grin in his face, his hands holding Pac’s and intertwining their fingers. 

“Oh, I’m happy in hear that! Actually, I-”

“But…” Fit cut him, purposely deepening his voice in a tune that never failed to catch the other of guard, sending a cold shiver through his muscles. “I can think of something even more fun.”

“Y-yeah?” Pac’s blush deepened when he looked at the dangerous, sharp, determined shine in Fit’s eyes, his entire mind getting overcomed with a choir of excited screams, burning face at realizing how their intertwined hands was both a soft gesture and a restrain. 

Damn, he was really, really gay.

“Uh hm,” his tune now was almost like a purr of a predator watching his prey wobbly smile back and hold his hands tighter together, knowing very well his fate and still not even trying to escape from it. “It’s something that back on 2b2t we liked to call… revenge.”

With a swift move he pulled their hands and lead Pac to lose his equilibrium, falling backwards on his lap, one hand keeping his arms up and the other lifting his hoodie just the slightest bit, the actual perfect amount for him to immediately shove his face on his stomach and start blowing raspberry after raspberry, quick and ruthless.

“FITCHE!” The sound that came out of his mouth could barely be called a word, the high pitched shout being quickly taken over by a hysterical crackling that made his entire body shake with each laughter. 

His boyfriend just chuckled, lifting his head just enough that his next words would be audible to the other, each one buzzing on the ticklish skin and making tiny, tickly electric shocks dance freely across it. “Oh my, Pac, what a delicious belly you got right here. One of the richest, rarest delicacies I’ve ever seen.” 

“NONONO, FITCH!” He kicked and trashed, trying to roll away from his predicament but being firmly held in place by the other, which was kind of nice, since he wasn’t sure how to explain to Fit that he definitely wasn’t going to run away if he had the chance. 

Still, that didn’t stop the fast, airy and high giggles of painting every syllable of his pleas that began flowing like a stream from his lungs, becoming more and more intelligible with each protest. “Please, please, Fitch anything but that! I will do anything you want! Do you wanna know all Mike’s most ticklish spots? Eu posso te dizer! (I can tell you!) he has this place right under his knees that if you poke he starts making ‘wee’ sounds e é muito engraçado (it’s very funny) Fitche por favor, espera, espera, wait!”

“Sorry, Pac, nothing I can do. I just have to try a little. Raspberries are so delicious and I just… I just gotta, ya know? I just gotta try a little, the tiniest little bit.” He lowered his head once again, carefully and softly nibbling on the ticklish skin and doing a bunch of ‘oh nom nom nom’ sounds as he did so, smugly relishing in how louder Pac’s laughter sounded at this, random portuguese and english being mixed in a series of incoherent talking that he couldn't even hope to understand, even with the translator. 

The raspberries and nibbles began taking turns, dancing all across his stomach and sometimes even escaping to attack one lower rib or two in a way that usually drove Ramón crazy. It was kind of funny and endless endearing to realize that both of his boys were extremely weak for the same kind of tickle attack.

All the while Pac was simply dying. There was no other way to describe it. He was utterly and completely dying, losing every tread of.. everything that wasn’t thinking about how much it tickled and laughing both because Fit (Fit!!!!! His boyfriend Fit!!!!) was teasing and tickling him and also because as it seems he was the goofiest dork that ever existed in this world while doing that and somehow that made all the butterflies flying crazy on his belly and tickly electricity following his nerves one hundred times worse and ticklish and it was amazing.

Fit enjoyed a couple more minutes of the silly attack, fondly realizing how much more hysterical and loud the crackles got everytime he added more “hmmm” and “nom nom nom” sounds.

“There we go, big boy.” He lifted his head and got a glimpse of a gigantic, dazzling smile and a red face before Pac immediately hid it behind his hands, wheezes and snickers filling the room.

“Shuhuhut up!”

Fit grinned, but let go of the teasing and took pity on his brazilian boyfriend. He could quite understand why Pac seemed so happy in destroying him minutes ago. There was just a something that made his heart beat faster just in realizing that he was the reason why Pac was so happy and giggly.

Also, the way that the brazilian’s accent got stronger, especially while saying his name in between unstoppable, uncontrollable giggling… Fit thinks he could live with that, yeah.

“Oh my god, Fitche… and you call me merciless.”

The ex-mercenary chuckled. His eyes hovered over Pac’s face, making sure that he was still breathing and alive (he hadn’t taken too far, did he?) when suddenly his look got attracted to his neck, the memory of what started all of this popping like a flashing lamp in his mind.

“Pac…” It was the low voice again, lighter, but still there. Pac’s entire body froze still for a second and alarmed eyes turned to stare Fit, who seemed strangely fixated on his hoodie. “Is your neck ticklish?”

Oh.

Oh.

Pac 100% blamed the gay screaming in his head for his next words.

“YES!” The shout was as excited as it was loud, making both of them wince at it, Fit looking at the one with black hair with a faintly surprised, crooked eyebrows. “I mean, er, assim, uh, no!!! It’s actually not! NOt even a little bit! What even is ticklish, you know? I don’t even speak english, senhor Fitch eme ce, na verdade, essa é a minha primeira vez aqui na ilha, quem é você e… Não!” (sir Fit eme cee, actually, this is my first time here in the island, who are you and… No!)

The babbling was promptly cut when, once again, Fit chuckled in mischief and shoved his head on Pac’s neck. 

Butterfly kisses followed the line of his jaw, attacked that spot under his chin, tickled the place where the collarbone and the neck met, each patch of sensitive skin getting a kiss and a raspberry as a gift, making a series of snorts and high dazed giggles quickly follow the initial surprised shriek and jump around the entire room, Pac’s arms coming to rest on the other’s chest, partially pushing him away and partially holding him, legs kicking behind them with how much adrenaline and giddiness jumped across his muscles and filled his heart.

Pac hid his face on the crook of Fit’s neck, attempting to at least survive a few more seconds from dying of embarrassment, each snort and hysterical high pitched snicker sealing even more his fate and putting another nail in his coffin.

A few curious squeezes on his sides and a final, long raspberry and then Fit finally let him go, watching as the other got his breath again, forgetting for once to hide his blush and brilliant smile into his hoodie, looking completely lost in his own laughing fit. Adorable. 

Sometimes Fit wondered how could he be so lucky.

A loud click and a flashing light brought both of them out of their thoughts. Pac almost falling from the sofa when he turned around and saw Ramón quickly hid a camera behind his back while passing three copies of the pictures to Richas, who stopped making gagging noises to hide them on his protected backpack before the adults could take it.

“Richarlyson, Me dá essas fotos!” (Give me those pictures!) 

“Ramón, what are you doing awake? You should be sleeping. It’s late.”

Ramón had the sense to look at least a tad admonished, but the expression quickly disappeared when Richas began jumping on the same spot, wiggling from one side to another like he always did when he wanted to cause more mischief. The kids exchanged a look.

“Nenê (Baby), no. Don’t follow Richas’ example, he is a little demon.” 

The sandal that went flying across the room and hit the brazilian in the face - which actually led to him falling from the cushions - only further proved this fact. Still, Richas let out plenty of offended noises while getting his sandal back, showing off his tongue when Ramón shoved him and shook his head in disapproval. 

Fit tried his best to not laugh and sound serious. “Richas, do not hit your dad.”

“Don’t worry, Fitch.” Pac tapped his arm, getting up from the floor, tsking. “There is no other way, I guess. I’ll have to kill him. Yeah, it was fun to have a son for a while.”

The mercenary laughed, knowing very well how much of a weak heart Pac had for his little troublemaker. “Calma, calma, Pac. I think I have the solution. Since the kids are feeling so… energetic, we should probably tire them out before putting them back in bed, right?” 

He also got up and gave Pac a Look, pretending to not see Ramón pulling Richas’ sleeve and exchanging warning words to him, knowing very well what that playful, dangerous shine in his dad’s eyes meant.

Pac grinned, mirroring his own devilish expression. “I think you’re right, Fit.”

Richas once again wiggled around in energy, his dragon tail tapping on the floor while Ramón threw a flower at Pac (smart boy, Fit thought, winning the melting heart from the dad that would have more mercy, very smart) and jumped on the same place, smiling and nodding in excitement.

He then pulled Richas away, starting the chase. Pac immediately following behind with joyfuls “I’m gonna catch you!”.

Fit chuckled.

Maybe Pac was right. 

Maybe life - he - was more than just die and kill. 

Well… he rolled his shoulders and followed his family in their game, laughing excitedly. He would have to enjoy it while it lasted, then.

[kanene-yaaay]

Look. Look at me. Directly in my beutiful brown eyes. Yes. You need to read this fic. Yeas, right about NOW. BECAUSE HOLY FREAKING FUCK!!!!! BRUH!!!!!! I literally don't even know how to START to talk about it because there is no way this fic is 16.000 words long. I didn't even FEEL the time flying as I read it because every scene is so well constructed, so well described that it's just delightful to accompy those characters as their relationship and feelings are shown and cultivated right in front our eyes.

I LOVE how in character everything is. I love to see Cellbit being a MENACE to society, how methodic and CARING he is!!! It's in his words, his actions, his expressions and everything! And it complements so so well how actually crazy, silly, expectant and actually daring Pac is. I love the context and the trust and the care and the playfulness and the joy and the friendship here so so so sooooo much.

That being said you don't EVEN get me started about how actually UNHINGED and TOTALLY NOT NORMAL AT ALL they are for each other.

Spoilers under the 'read more'

Cellbit being THRILLED in finally FINALLY having a healthy way to hunt, catch, drill and make Pac descend into madness is *chef kiss*!!! The way that he was literally so HAPPY in going into his dramatics during the entire hunt, how he watched every single expression and pushed every button with all the teases, all the compliments, all the silliness and playfulness and gave Pac every single opportunity to run away, to stop and escape if he wanted. How mean and yet extremely comforting he was, literally using the tickles to PRAISE HIM and TELL HOW MUCH IMPORTANT AND GREAT PAC IS LIKE!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE KIDDING ME!!1THAT IDEIA IS GENIUS!!! GENIUS I AM TELLING YOU!!! ABSOLUETALY GALAXY BRAIN! COMPLIMENING SOMEONE AS YOU LOVELY DESTROY THEM WITH TICKLING I AM DYING I AM SCREAMING ON MY PILLOW I AM THINKING ABOUT THIS TO THE END OF MY DAYS

AND PAC????? My dude is having the TIME OF HIS LIFE HERE!!!! The way that he gets so flustered and crazy and giddy and giggly just at the HINT of Cellbit knowing how much he would love for Cellbit (Cell?) destroy him and willingfully walking DIRECTLY into the danger (I mean, there was some chasing but REALLY PAC??? REALLY?? YOUR HIDING SPOTS WEREN'T THAT SUBTLE LETS BE HONEST HERE) over and over again not only, literally taking any and every changes to push Cellbit's buttons as well and poking fun and being CUTE at him like come ON you know exactly what you are doing WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Also love you did Cellbit's feline traits here I am hugging my phone I am trhowing it at the wall and biting it

["Foi divertido?" He didn't need an answer, he saw in Pac's eyes already. Cellbit took one step closer to Pac, who remained still as if paralyzed. Then two. Then three. Then more. A low purr rose in his chest, his tail looping loosely around Pac's ankle as they stood closely together. "Você tá nervoso, Pac?"] THE WAY THIS BROKE ME IN A MILLION OF PIECES I WAS SMILING SO BIG JUST AT THIS PART LIKE LET'S FUKING GO YEAH YEAH GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM

And I know that I allready mentioned this before but I truly LOVE how every tease is in character. Like, of course, the usual teases are GREAT but the way that every word, every question and phrase was carefully treaded and callculate to destroy Pac because it held a special meaning for them both? THIS!!!!! THIS IS GOLD!!!!!! LITERALLY SO PRECIOUS AND WORTH TO BE SHOWN ON A MUSEUM WHAT THE HECKKK HOW CAN YOU BE SOCREATIVE AND FABULOUS HOW DAREEEE!!!!!

Also, I can not describe in words how close to actually screaming in rl I was when Pac decided to get Cellbit back and my BRO WAS IMMEDIATELY OVERPOWERED LIKE COME ON YOU BOTH ARE SO TRANSPARENT LIKE PLEASE PLEASE!!! MY DUDE DIDN'T EVEN TICKLED YOU FOR HALF OF A SECOND AND THE BIG BAD TICKLE MONSTER IS ALREADY MELTING SMILING LAUGHING *PURRING* NON STOP PLEASE PLEEEEASEEEEE

This woke a feral part of me thank you so much for this fic I will be thinking about it forever.

Catch. Release. Repeat.

Fandom: QSMP

Characters: Lee!Pac, Ler!Cellbit + brief Ler!Pac, Lee!Cellbit

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, mentions of substance abuse, mention of implied suicide, terrible (horrible, no-good) coping mechanisms in my humble opinion, mentions of predator and prey but they're not TOO important, mentions of murder and cannibalism, a couple mentions of Q!Forever

Word count: around 16.400 words (yeah, I know)

Summary: Recovering from the Happy Pills, Pac sits alone with his thoughts in the Hide-and-Seek arena. Cellbit promised Pac he wouldn't be alone. He intends on keeping his word.

A/N: Cellbit called Pac "Queridinho" with proud/affectionate connotations once, and I've been holding them between my teeth and shaking my head back and forth like a feral animal ever since <3 Ngl, I wrote this because I wanted Cellbit to hunt Pac for sport but in a way Pac would find fun and that wouldn't send him into trauma response mode, thus this fanfic was born. Some things in this fic are a little (or more than a little) fucked up if you squint. It's a Celltw (Cellbit and Pactw) fic. I had to make it fucked up <3 There's not many people from this fandom here, I think, but I just wanted to keep it archived here where my other fics are!

Flashbacks will be shown between brackets and in italics. [Like this.] A different memory between each pair of brackets.

Some words/phrases hold extra value for the characters, whether because of sentimental value or because of inside jokes. These words/phrases will be written in portuguese since it's the characters' native language, but I will put the translations at the end of the fic.

|Click here to read the version with english dialogue|

|Click here to read the version with portuguese dialogue|

[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card : What messages your future spouse wants to give you ?

✵ Here's my masterlist for more !

✵ Make sure like/follow/reblogg/Comment for pacs like these !

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

❀˖° Pile 1 .

Come on pile 1 ! Let's see your fs's messages :

I wanna play hide and seek with you hihi !

I'm your naughty baby and you are my parent ~ come on baby me right now !

Every Day and night I just wanna see you secretly and then surprise you out of nowhere !

Will you love all that I wanna give to you ? I'm scared you will reject me .

I wanna put my hands on your waist from the back and kiss your neck like no one ever could ~

Don't worry love I'm always there for you and will be forever with you ♡

Let's go on a beach and run together holding our hands , enjoying together and kissing under water where there's no one .

I always think about you like you think about me my love , don't worry I didn't forget you .

I just wanna hug you so closely and tight that yours cheeks get red out of suffocation and then I kiss you on your cheeks and run away after my small lovely tortures.

I love seeing your angry face which is only for me and no one else .

❀˖° Pile 2 .

Come on pile 2 ! Let's see your fs's messages :

Your beauty is really mesmerizing ! Don't be insecure about yourself sweets

I will be there with you everytime and everywhere you need me .

Even though if we haven't met yet but still I can feel you .

My well wishes to you! Touchwood

Ouch ! I can't even lie to you why haha

I wanna sit next to you playing guitar and you singing a song inside starry nights ~

Our vibes rock together you know ! There's no one like us .

Let's go somewhere where there's only us and no one .

We will go to a gym and make and then flex our muscles and abs together.

You know after we will meet our life's gonna change forever like ever .

❀˖° Pile 3 .

Come on pile 3 ! Let's see your fs's messages :

When I'm with you I feel like my inner child is alive again .

I wanna dance with you everywhere I feel .

I love it alot when you scold me like I'm your baby.

I know you read lots of smuts ! what about me ? Did you think I won't know about it ?

Come on let's rob some fruits from our neighbors and then later I'm gonna steal yours also haha

I'm ticklish are you too??

Whenever you gonna argue with Me I'm gonna dance to end it up !

Madam/Sir , I'm at your service to annoy you!

If I'm gonna fall then I will make you fall too ! That's what we say together forever pinky promises .

You are my sun shine! I'm your moon light!

©️ @theladybrownstarot 2023 all rights reserved. Any stealing Or copying of work will be a punishable offence.

[princesslightgiggles]

Learning to be silly

It was a sunny afternoon in Capeside, and Joey and Pacey were enjoying a rare day off together. They had decided to visit the park near the creek, a place where they could relax and escape the pressures of their everyday lives. The park was quiet, with only the sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

They spread a blanket under a large oak tree, unpacking a picnic Joey had prepared. Pacey admired her thoughtfulness as he bit into a sandwich. He loved these moments with Joey, where everything seemed perfect and the world outside seemed to fade away.

After they finished eating, Joey lay back on the blanket, her head resting on Pacey's lap. He absentmindedly played with her hair, enjoying the peace and quiet. But Joey, had a playful glint in her eye. She had noticed something the other day when they had been fooling around in her living room and her hand accidentally brushed his ribs - Pacey was ticklish.

She had always found it hard to be truly silly with Pacey. It was something she associated more with Dawson, her childhood friend, who seemed to effortlessly bring out the lighter side of her. Pacey, with his rough upbringing and need to be seen as strong and reliable, often struggled to let go and be vulnerable. Joey wanted to change that, even if just for a moment.

"Pacey, I've been meaning to ask," Joey said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "Are you ticklish?"

Pacey's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. "Joey, don't," he warned, his voice a mix of hesitation and apprehension.

But Joey was undeterred. She sat up, her fingers already moving towards his sides. "Come on, Pacey. It's just a bit of fun," she said, her tone playful.

Pacey tensed, his muscles tightening as her fingers made contact with his ribs. "Jo, seriously," he began, trying to maintain his composure. But Joey's fingers were relentless, and soon he was squirming, a reluctant laugh bubbling up from his chest.

"Pacey Witter, you are ticklish!" Joey declared triumphantly, her fingers dancing lightly over his ribs and sides. Pacey's laughter grew louder, his attempts to fend her off growing weaker as he gave in to the ticklish sensation.

"Okay, okay, you win!" Pacey gasped, trying to catch his breath. But Joey's curiosity was piqued, and she wasn't quite ready to stop. She moved her fingers lower, aiming for his feet.

"Not the feet, Joey, please!" Pacey begged, his voice high-pitched and desperate. But Joey couldn't resist. She gently ran her fingers over the soles of his feet, and Pacey's reaction was immediate and explosive.

He kicked reflexively, his laughter becoming frantic and uncontrollable. "Joey, no!” he cried, tears of laughter streaming down his face. His body twisted and turned, trying to escape her playful touch.

Joey paused for a moment, her eyes softening as she saw the desperation in his expression. She didn't want to push him too far. "Alright, alright," she said gently, easing her touch but not completely stopping.

She continued her gentle tickling, her fingers tracing delicate patterns over his arches and the tips of his toes. Pacey's laughter, though still desperate, took on a different quality. Amidst the unbearable ticklishness, there was a sense of fun and silliness.

Joey's eyes sparkled with affection as she watched him. "See? It’s not so bad," she whispered, her fingers slowing to a gentle caress.

Pacey took a deep breath, his laughter subsiding into soft chuckles. "You know, this seems like more of a Joey and Dawson thing," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Joey’s expression softened. She reached up to stroke his cheek. "Pacey. It’s okay to let go and be silly sometimes. Especially with me."

He looked into her eyes, seeing only love and understanding. "I want to," he said quietly. "I just... don’t always know how."

Joey smiled gently. "We’ll figure it out together." She leaned in and kissed him softly, a promise in her touch.

Pacey nodded, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. They lay back on the blanket, Joey snuggling into his side. The warmth of her presence made him feel safe, like he could truly be himself.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Joey broke the quiet. "You know, I think you’re pretty good at being silly when you want to be," she teased, poking his side playfully.

Pacey chuckled, this time without any trace of embarrassment. "Well, I do have my moments," he replied, wrapping his arms around her.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the park, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Pacey realised that with Joey, he could be both strong and silly, serious and playful. She accepted him in all his facets, and that made all the difference.

Back on the blanket, Joey sat up and stretched, looking at Pacey with a tender smile. "Ready to head back?"

Pacey nodded, getting to his feet and offering her a hand. "Yeah, let’s go home."

As they walked hand in hand, leaving the park behind, Pacey felt a renewed sense of hope. With Joey by his side, he knew he could face anything, embrace every part of himself, and find joy in the silliest of moments. And that, he realised, was what love was all about.

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

That was a mistake

Dealers choice on with who

"That was a mistake."

Y/N's eyes widened at the voice that came from behind them. Perhaps it wasn't too wise to attempt to sneak up on a speedster, but they'd tried it anyway. Of course, their attempts were futile against the one and only Peter Maximoff, who had used his powers to move out of reach when he noticed Y/N trying to get the drop on him. "W-What was a mistake...?"

"Heh. Playing that card now that I've caught you? You never learn, disco ball."

Before they could react, they found themself on the couch, trapped in Peter's arms with their back against his chest, his legs locking around theirs. They contemplated using their own powers to try and level the playing field, but, before they could follow through on their plan, all ten of Peter's fingers began clawing at their belly.

"PEHEHEHEHETERRRRRRR!"

Peter grinned, playfully shaking his silver hair on their neck and making them squeal, hands lightly gripping his wrists but not fighting the tickling in the slightest. "You're not slick~ I saw you in the reflection of the Pac-Man machine."

"Thihihihis ihihihisn't fahahaaaiiirrr!"

"Hey! It's nohot my fault you're this ticklish! It's not my fault you keep provoking me to tickle you either!"

Y/N squirmed and covered their mouth when Peter squeezed at their sides. They could have swore the jerk was using his speed to make his hands vibrate, and he knew damn well it tickled them more. "WHAHAHAT AHABOUHOUT YOUHOUHOUR GAHAHAAAAME!"

"I like this one better! You're just a cute lil' giggle machine~"

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Dealer's choice: ler!Peter Maximoff 🥴 ANON THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN I LOVE THE CONCEPT!!! Thank you so so much for this sentence prompt!!! I hope you enjoy the drabble 🥺💖/p /gen

[probablynotguy]

Tickle Memories #4

So as some of you ProbablyNotGuy fans (I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE) may recall, I went on a date a few weeks ago with tickles involved! I figured I’d dive into more detail.

We met on Hinge and had our first date--she was pretty cute, we had some stuff in common, and she wanted to see me again! Which was nice because I also wanted to see her again.

She had an unusual work schedule so we had to wait awhile for date #2. During this time we had some playful banter, including talking about our respective Mario Kart skills. I brought up a friend of mine had lost in a Mario Kart race due to her boyfriend tickling her (shout out to my friend, you’re a real one). This girl I’m chatting to says “Interference! >:(” Eyebrow: raised.

So I flaunt my Mario Kart skills, saying that while that’s a good tactic to use it’s not one I find necessary since I’m so good. After some small banter about it and how she denies my skills, she claimed she’d have to judge for herself. I responded by telling her that I won’t need to tickle her to win, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it just in case. She said “Sure we’ll see about that...” The game is on.

We end up having our second date at a bar-arcade hybrid. We take turns playing the games, occasionally playing a 2-player one if needed. Sometimes as she was playing, and at some points nearing my high scores in Ms. Pac-Man or pinball, I would just poke at or pinch her side. Sometimes she would squirm just a tad, other times she stood there. Not sure if successful.

I know at one point I horribly lost at a pinball machine and she teased me, saying that even SHE got beyond the point I did. I reached out and spider tickled a bit at her tummy which did cause her to laugh and squirm a bit.

Alas, no third date happened. There really wasn’t a romantic spark between us. I wish her the best in her dating life! Hopefully I’ll have more dates in the future, and who knows? Maybe I’ll find THE ONE who’s also quite ticklish!

[rainbowwing251]

This is completely random but, what do you think the laughs of all smash fighters would sound like? I’m low-key kinda curious. You can ignore this if you want

This ask has been sitting in my inbox since May, and I feel terrible about it. I’m very sorry for the late response.

However, the delay might have been a good thing? I mean, it wouldn’t have taken me long to add Kazuya to this post if I posted this back in May or June, but who knows? I might have to do a bit of research when the final DLC Fighter gets announced, so this delay could save me some time in the future.

Alright, so before we begin, I need to make a confession: when I first saw this ask in May, it kind of broke my brain. I think I even got a little flustered at the idea of describing the laughs of all of the Smash characters. I had absolutely no idea how to respond to this ask at first, but I think I got an idea.

I’m going to use the following categories to describe the laughs of each of the fighters in the most simple way possible. If you want me to elaborate on a specific character’s laugh, I’ll gladly respond to your questions.

Here are the categories and all of the fighters that fall into a specific category:

A mixture of squeaks, squeals, and uncontrollable laughter: Corrin, Daisy, Dark Pit, Inklings (all 8 of them), Joker, Pit, Roy (Fire Emblem), Robin, Shulk, Sora, Toon Link.

These fighters sound as though they are going to die of laughter if you don’t stop tickling them (and they probably would. Most of these fighters are deathly ticklish).

Light laughter that may contain sweet-sounding giggles: Eleven, Ice Climbers (both Nana and Popo have laughs like this), Isabelle, Jigglypuff, Link, Marth, Min Min, Ness, Palutena, Peach, Reflect (this is the name that I use to refer to female Robin), Rosalina & Luma (both of them fall under this category), Roy (Koopaling), Wendy, Sally (Sally is what I call the female Wii Fit Trainer), Zelda.

If you like cute things, you might want to tickle these fighters.

Silly-sounding laughter: Alph, Banjo, Bowser Jr., Chrom, Dr. Mario, Eight, Greninja, Iggy, Kazooie, Mario, Larry, Lemmy, Luigi, Olimar, Sonic, Terry.

If you don’t want to lose yourself to laughter, then you might not want to tickle these specific fighters. Their laughs are highly contagious, even to the fighters who are known for their stoicism.

Belly laughs: Bowser, King Dedede, King K. Rool, Morton

Strained laughter: Blythe (this is the name that I use to refer to female Byleth), Byleth, Charizard, Cloud, Erdrick/Arusu (Dragon Quest III), Fox, Falco, Lucario, Lucina, Meta Knight, Mythra, Samus, Sheik, Solo

What I mean by “strained laughter” is laughter that sounds forced. This type of laughter might be painful to the fighters who laugh like this, since they are not used to laughing. So if you tickle these fighters, they might end up with a bit of chest pain if you tickle them long enough.

Gruff-sounding laughter: Ike, Ken, Little Mac, Richter, Sal (Sal is what I call the male Wii Fit Trainer), Snake

Nervous laughter: Kamui (this is the name that I use to refer to female Corrin), Lucas, Pichu, Pyra

Why is Kamui here? Well, she’s terrified of tickle torture (or at least in my headcanons, she is). She’s seen what her Nohrian siblings can do to their unfortunate victims, so she’ll always get nervous when she is the lee.

As for Pichu, it’s worried about electrocuting the person who’s tickling it. We all know that Pichu is not the best at controlling electricity, so I don’t think anyone would blame it for being afraid of shocking someone. It’s happened to a couple of the fighters in the past.

Innocent-sounding laughter: Ivysaur, Kirby, Leaf (this is the name that I use to refer to the female Pokémon Trainer), Mega Man, Pikachu, Red (this is the name that I use to refer to the male Pokémon Trainer), Squirtle, Villagers (all 8 of them), Young Link

Light chuckling, but otherwise nothing: Bayonetta, Captain Falcon, Incineroar, Ryu, Sephiroth, Simon

These fighters are not that ticklish, but you likely got the idea straight away, given the name of this category.

They can laugh, but they are not ticklish: Duck Hunt, Ganondorf, Kazuya, Mewtwo, Wario, Wolf

Can’t laugh at all: Dark Samus, Enderman, Mr. Game & Watch, Piranha Plant, Ridley, R.O.B, Zombie.

Are these fighters capable of laughing? If so, is it possible to tickle them? Would they even be ticklish? I have no clue: Alex, Diddy Kong, Donkey Kong, PAC-MAN, Steve, Yoshi.

No definitive laugh: Mii Fighters

Since each Mii Fighter has a different voice, and there are 12 different voices in total, it would be impossible for anyone to describe the laughs of all of the Mii’s with a single description.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

🤍 + Lile & Luciano 👀

Who cooks meals for the other?

Luciano loves to cook, so I'm sure Lile comes home to surprise meals constantly. And he doesn't just cook a main dish, he cooks appetizers and dessert, the whole shabang.

Who spams the other with memes? 

Why do I feel like Lile is a secret meme lord, and Luciano would be the confused old man just nodding along to the youngins tomfoolery.

Who likes to tidy around the house?

Luciano is pretty neat and tidy. But I feel like Lile is a "season cleaner." Like spring comes and she cleans up the whole house. Or I could definitely see her nesting when she's pregnant.

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

I don't think they play pranks on each other so much as they tease each other about silly things like their age difference and Lile calling Luciano "daddy" to get a rise out of him both figuratively and literally.

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Luciano probably asked Lile to move into his home so he could be around her more often.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

Luciano loves to listen to classical music during a long car ride because it soothes him. Either that or he'd listen to old Italian operas to serenade Lile.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

Lile will probably discover that secretly Luciano is very ticklish and exploit it whenever she sees an opportunity

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

I think they've both seen enough horrible things that they wouldn't be too afraid of horror movies. But Luciano would hold Lile if she was scared.

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

Luci has actually kept up with the times rather well throughout his immortality, I think he'd have to help Lile.

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

They'd both be guilty of this, although I think Lile being the naughty submissive would be more guilty of trying to rile up Luci.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

Luciano probably wakes up first, he's an early riser, but he'd never wake Lile up, he'd just give her a little forehead kiss before he left bed.

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

Luci LOVES taking photos of his LIs. His phone is probably filled with random pictures of Lile just existing in her day to day life. His phone's background is probably a beautiful picture of her by a sunset or something.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

Not a matter of her forgetting her wallet, but Luciano probably wants to pay for Lile to spoil her because he feels she deserves it.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

Luci does snore a little bit

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

Lile would beat Luciano's ass at video games, he doesn't play them at all. Except for like...Pac-Man.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

Luciano has an enlarged prostate, so he has to pee more often, so probably him.

[wintersqueenmab]

Silly, do all the questions you definitely deleted. All of them.

Well, since you asked so nicely, sure. Under the readmore to save dashboard space.

1. how tall are you?

I’m 5 foot, 9 inches tall, or 175 centimeters for those of you using metric units.

2. what is your body type?

Softer than I’d like, but otherwise pretty standard.

3. what is your favorite part about your body?

I do like the color of my eyes, and I think my hands are pretty nice.

4. is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Partially, yes. However, the top of my head is currently a cotton candy riot, so not that part.

5. are you more outgoing or more shy?

I like to pull off the shy -> outgoing combo for maximum damage.

6. are you more femme or butch?

Being AMAB, I’m pretty sure I’m automatically on the butch side. Not where I’d like to keep it, though.

7. are you tol or smol?

I don’t think 5′9″ is very tall, or very small. The middle it is, then.

8. wine mom or vodka aunt?

Definitely vodka aunt.

9. weird habit?

Does eating popcorn seeds count?

10. favorite meme?

I’m a sucker for bass boosting in the middle of otherwise normal videos.

11. do you sing in the shower?

Ironically, that’s one of the only places I don’t sing.

12. ever used a bow and arrow?

A couple times, but never in any seriousness.

13. are/were you a theatre kid?

Not currently, but I definitely was in high school. Would love to go back.

14. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

Nah, son. Shit’s expensive.

15. do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yes, but in a good way.

16. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

Sadly not.

17. favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?

“Pac-Man uncontrollably guzzling cum.”

18. last movie you watched?

Spider-Man: Far from Home.

19. behind the camera or in front of it?

In front, definitely. Doing theater has shown me that I love being in the spotlight.

20. favorite tv show?

Toss up between Steven Universe and A:tLA.

21. meaning behind your url

Comes from an old username I had a long time ago. I still use Rydyr for most things online.

22. reason you joined tumblr

Kingdom Hearts fandom, then almost immediately comboed into Homestuck.

23. who’s your closest tumblr friend?

Probably samysticeti.

24. what’s something most people love that you hate?

Lord of the Rings.

25. have you ever taken narcotics?

Nope.

26. have you had sex?

Sure have.

27. have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

Yes, several times.

28. worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

I once told my dad that my brother had destroyed my writing journal to get out of writing in it for the day. It worked!

29. describe your passion without mentioning it.

Getting to know systems and the best way to exploit them is pretty dang neat.

30. describe your best friend.

Always there for me, even when I don’t want them there. But they know better.

31. give us one thing about you that no one knows.

Now, what makes you think you’ve earned that?

32. how do you feel right now?

Slightly irritated at the amount of formatting work I had to do for this (a lot), but otherwise good. Go listen to Starlight Brigade if you haven’t heard it, it’s fantastic.

33. what is your biggest fear?

Not becoming who I want to be.

34. what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Glory, by Bastille.

35. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

Being more outgoing has, in general, done a ton for me.

36. have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

Yeah. That’s life, though.

37. something you fantasize about.

Financial stability, a harem of cuties, being in a harem of cuties. Lots of unattainable goals.

38. last time you cried and why

A while ago, probably over past relationships.

39. what was the last thing that made you laugh?

A dumb play my friend made in a League of Legends match.

40. do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Always.

41. who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Honestly, nobody. Without sounding like an edgelord, there’s a lot I don’t want people to know because they’d just worry.

42. the last time you felt broken?

Last night.

43. are you starting to realize anything

Many, many things.

44. are you more dominant or more submissive

Depends on the context, obviously. I try to be assertive in everyday life, but I think I’m more submissive in the bedroom.

45. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

I’ll only date you if you treat me with respect.

46. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

I don’t have any real preference, but I think I’d feel weird if I dated someone significantly younger than myself.

47. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

That’s not fair; I have too many crushes to single anyone out. One of the pros/cons of being poly.

48. do you have any kinks?

Look, there’s a whole ass list here. Gotta get more specific.

49. first thing you notice in a person?

Probably their voice if I’m actually interacting with them. If I’m seeing them from afar, it’s their hair.

50. how can someone win your heart?

By being sweet to me.

51. been rejected by a crush?

Of course.

52. have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

Tons of times.

53. would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

If they were down, yeah.

54. is trust a big issue for you?

Like, do I have trust issues? Not really. Is it a big thing for me in a relationship? Once we hit a certain point, yeah.

55. did you hang out with the person you like recently?

A couple of them, yeah. Not nearly enough, though.

56. is confidence cute?

It’s fucking sexy.

57. what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Good for them! They’re living their best life. Fuck jealousy.

58. would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Probably not. I love being with funny people.

59. does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

At least one of them does. I try not to make it a big deal.

60. ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

I’ve embarrassed myself in front of my partners more times than I care to count.

61. do you want to get married

Not unless the government gets really cool about a lot of things really quickly.

62. worst thing you’ve ever done?

Lied to people that trusted me.

63. three things that turn you on.

Confidence, a nice pair of legs, and the ability to take charge.

64. who do you hate?

Nazis.

65. favorite term of endearment?

Stardust.

66. who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

Probably some fucking Homestuck characters, I dunno.

67. intimidating girls or kind girls?

Both. Both? Both are great.

68. what do you look for in a possible partner?

We gotta like the same stuff. Also want to get freaky in the bedroom the same way.

69. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

Sixty-nine, eyyyyy. Uh, all of them.

70. are you good at flirting?

Only when I’m unaware I’m doing it.

71. who was the first person you came out to?

My friends in high school.

72. do you have any friends who are wlw?

Yes! Several.

73. is your crush wlw?

Some of them are, yeah.

74. last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

Pretty much literally any attractive person. I think about it a lot.

75. write a short love poem to your crush/self?

I wish you’d know me

As I’ve gotten to know you

See me as I am

76. do you fall in love easily?

Love, no. Infatuation? Almost pathetically so, yeah.

77. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

Boy fucking howdy, yeah.

78. are you good at hiding your feelings?

Yep.

79. are you a forgiving person?

Extremely. I just wanna be friends with everyone.

80. what is your “type?”

Kind people that can slam me against a wall and make me thank them for the privilege.

81. fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

B O T H

82. tall girls or short girls?

I’d love to be with a girl that just fucking dwarfs me in height.

83. hugs or kisses?

I fucking love hugs. And I’ve had strangers tell me I give great hugs, so I wanna share that with others.

84. twirl her around or get twirled?

Fuck, dude, I’d sure love to get twirled.

85. tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

A tummy kiss that transitions into a big fucking tummy raspberry.

86. hairline kisses or neck kisses?

Neck kisses, hell fucking yeah.

87. play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

Hair, absolutely. Too many people are ticklish.

88. making out or soft kisses?

I don’t understand why I need to choose here. They’re both great in different situations.

89. hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

Waist! Easier to pick people up that way.

90. how confident are you in your sexuality?

I’m pretty confident in my ability to be attracted to nearly anyone that’s nice to me.

91. when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

Butterflies, with blushing only when I get embarrassed around them.

92. have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

Yes and yes.

93. how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

Well, being AMAB, this was pretty early. It took me a lot longer to accept being into guys.

94. most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

There was this one time I just nerded out about MtG for like ten minutes, and she was just sitting nearby. When I saw her, I almost died.

95. do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

Rosemary from Homestuck. It’s so good.

96. what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

“Are you sure you can’t just pick one person and stick to them?”

97. when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

Like six hours ago.

98. what is love to you?

Love is caring about another person more than yourself. It’s wanting the best for them at all times. It’s being happy when they’re happy and being sad when they’re sad. It’s seeing the universe in their smile, and glimpsing eternity in how they make you feel.

99. ask me anything.

Well, this sure is awkward. If you read all this, congrats! You know more about me now than my own parents probably do. Have a great night, everyone.

[paradiselaketheblog]

aww wyeah

Cross out everything you’ve done:

Appearance

I have/had piercings besides the ears.

I want piercings besides the ears.

I have a scar.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have/want a tattoo.

I can be self-conscious about my appearance.

I have/had braces

I have more than two piercings

Embarrassment

Disney movies still make me cry sometimes.

I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.

I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

I’ve gotten stitches.

I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I’ve had chicken pox

Travel

I’ve been to Florida.

I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day. kilometres omfg??

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been to California

I’ve been to Asia.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands.

I’ve been to the Caribbean.

I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve slapped someone.

I’ve kissed someone underwater.

I’ve chugged something.

I’ve crashed a car.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a school musical.

I’ve auditioned for something.

I’ve been on stage.

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.

I’ve pranked someone.

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

I’ve been threatened to be arrested.

I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.

I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I’ve snuck out.

I’ve lied about my whereabouts.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

I’m afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I’ve seen someone/something die.

Someone close to me has committed suicide.

I have attempted suicide.

I’ve thought about suicide before.

I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

I own over 5 rap CD’s.

I’m obsessed with anime/manga.

I collected comic books.

I own a lot of makeup.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I own something from The Gap.

I own something I got on E-Bay.

I own something from Abercrombie.

I thrive on compliments.

I thrive on hate.

Random

I can sing low key.

I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.

I open up to others easily.

I watch the news occasionally or always.

I don’t like to kill bugs.

I sing in the shower.

I’m a morning person.

I’m a sports fanatic.

I twirl my hair.

I care about grammar.

I love to spam friends. 

I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.

I bake well.

I would wear pajamas to school.

I like Martha Stewart.

I laugh at my own jokes.

I eat fast food weekly.

I’ve not turned something in and still got an A in a certain class.

I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.

I’m really ticklish.

I like white chocolate.

I bite/used to bite my nails.

I’m good at remembering names.

I’m good at remembering dates.  

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

…used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.

…called me fat.

…have said I’m skinny.

…have said I’m ugly.

…have said I’m pretty.

…have spread rumors about me.

…force me to eat.

…say I eat too much.

…say I eat too little.

Eating

I’ve lost weight quickly.

I’ve gained weight quickly.

I’m at my thinnest.

I’m at my biggest

I’ve lost weight and kept it off.

I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.

My weight affects my mood.

I diet.

I’m vegan/vegetarian.

I exercise.

I’ve fainted from exhaustion.

Family

I’ve sworn at my parents.

I’ve planned to run away from home before.

I’ve run away from home.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want kids in the future.

I’ve had kids.

I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’m single.

I’ve gone on a blind date.

I have/had a friend with benefits.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve gotten divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back probably.

Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’m a cuddler.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

I regularly drink.

I can’t swallow pills.

I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.

I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.

I have/had anxiety problems.

I shut others out when I’m upset.

I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal.

I have taken/take anti-depressants.

I’ve slept an entire day before.

I’ve plotted revenge.

[kanene-yaaay]

The Cat and the Hare (I won't stop running so don't you stop trying to catch me)

Kanene's notes: EVERYONE WAKE UPPPP BECAUSE TODAY IS @squeaky-n-blushy 's BIRTHDAYYYYY and since she and I have a clown to clown communication and a lot of screaming around Pac and Cellbit I wanted to make a fic to celebrate this day and our friendship. Thanks a lot, bean, for being so cool!! <3 <3

And about the fic I am so Unwell about Pac and Cellbit's friendship like WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE YA KNOW??

Warnings: Uhh, I don't think there is any? There is a few mentions of hunting and prey but it's lighthearted and not too prevalent on the fic. Ticklish!Pac and Ler!Cellbit for the win. Around 8.000 words :D

[~*~]

Mike knows, of course. 

Sometimes Pac wondered if his soulmate was able to realize what was happening even before he himself did. It was one of the perks and pains of spending your entire life with someone who you could trust blindly with everything that could ever matter and who you knew as the palm of your own hand.

It was quite nice, most of the time. 

Except, of course, when Mike decided that he was going to be an insufferable prick about it.

“Não, não, não. Tá na hora de acabar com essa palhaçada.” (No, no, no. Time to end with this bullshit.) The annoyed shout was so out of nowhere that it almost made Pac fall from the roof of the Barbie house, turning to look at the other who was pointing at him with a hammer and seemed two seconds away from hitting him with it. “ ‘Fi, você vai lá falar com ele agora mesmo.” (Dude, you’re going to talk with him right now.)

Pac ignored how his cheeks already began prickling with heat, knowing in the same moment what the other was talking about. 

Shit, his feelings must have leaked through their soulbond.

“Qué que ‘cê tá falando, moço, tô sabendo desse negócio que ‘cê tá falando aí não uai.” (Whatcha ya talkin’ about, dude, don’t have any idea watcha you talkin about.)

“Num tá sabendo, é? Não tá sabendo, mas vai começar a saber agora e não adianta ficar me imitando não.” (Dunno, uh? You may not know but you’re going to start knowing right now and mimicking me won’t help you at all.)

Oof, he was with that determined look. There was no escaping for Pac in this one. Mike turned around, got a ladder and climbed it. He ignored the phantom feeling of bubbly giggles that definitely weren’t his began tickling the back of his throat joyfully. 

“Porque,” Mike continued. “Se eu tiver que ver o Cellbit mais uma vez e ficar com vontade de ficar dando risadinha que nem o nosso menininho, eu vou explodir esse Murder Mystery todo.” (Because, if I have to see Cellbit one more time and keep wanting to giggle like our little boy I’m going to blow up the entire Murder Mystery)

“Não, Mike!” (Mike, no!)

“ ‘Não, Mike’, nada! Eu vou, Pac. Vou explodir toda essa bagaceira aqui. Quer ver, hein? Quer ver?” (‘Mike, no’, my ass. I’m going to, Pac. I’m going to blow up all this clownery. Wanna see, huh, wanna see?)

“Explode aí então que eu quero ver. Bora, bora, que se dane já isso tudo!” (Yeah, blow it up, then, I wanna see. Let’s go, let’s go. To hell with all of this!)

Both of them stared at each other, Mike with the explosives on his hands and Pac with wide attentive eyes.

Silence passed like a lazy cat across them.

“Eu não, ‘cê tá louco, é? Mó trabalho que deu pra construir essa arena aqui e eu vou lá explodir ela agora.” (No, didya lost ya mind? So much work to build this arena, no way I’m blowin’ it up now.)

The one with blue hoodie crackled, muscles relaxing from being ready to sprint and steal all the tnt before his soulmate could use it in case it wasn’t a joke. Mike’s own laughter also followed his, getting closer until he was sitting by his side in a relaxed manner, green eyes watching him behind his crooked lens.

“Então, você quer que eu te faça cócegas?” (So, you want me to tickle you?)

His tune was nonchalant and Pac could literally feel how chill he was with his own words, perhaps even a little amused with the floating, excited butterflies that immediately appeared on their soulbond with his question.

The fact that Pac loved being tickled and to tickle his friends hadn’t been a secret between them for a long while, now. Had been discovered when they were just two little kids against the world in that orphanage and discussed in a late night whispered conversation in their first prototype of a laboratory. 

Mike knew that when, for some reason or not, he would suddenly get giddy, a little shy and a bunch more playful, carrying a giggle on the tip of his tongue and an electricity on his skin, it meant that Pac would love to get into a tickle fight or to become a mess of snickers as Mike kept sneaking the words ‘cócegas’ and ‘cosquinhas’ in their daily interactions and throwing at him one or two pokes of fun.

“Hm, quero dizer… você pode?” (Hm, I mean… you can?) 

He scratched the back of his head and avoided his eyes. The one wearing a green creeper shirt squinted at him. That wasn’t Pac usual “I’m feeling too embarrassed and silly but also excited to look at you right now”, it was more like his “uhhh, not sure how to say that you’re wrong uhhh.”

Mike sighed and crossed his arms. He was not going to move from there until this was solved and he knew Pac was fully aware of this by the way the other pouted in defeat. 

“Bora, fala logo, Pac.” (C’mon, spit it out, Pac.)

“Você lembra de semana passada, quando o Roier e o Cellbit estavam esperando pela gente na Ordo Theoritas?” (Remember last week when Roier and Cellbit were waiting for us in Ordo Theoritas?)

Mike tried to. Cellbit was a solid part of his family - even if he would have no qualms in immediately calling him out of his bullshit if he showed even a trace of coming back to that asshole he was on the prison - and he really liked Roier a lot but those two were so insufferably in love and happily married when they were together that it was hard to not roll his eyes at it. I mean, he gets it! He was too happily married but you wouldn’t see him around the Spawn or the entire island getting all lovey doey with Mine at every second of their day.

(The fact that Mine was a goodness and that their connection had been difficult and faulty since the first day they got stuck on the island was simply a detail and no, he didn’t want to talk about it.) 

Last week has been when the detective found some interesting information in an old abandoned laboratory of the Federation and called everyone for a meeting since it looked like it had potential to be about the eggs or the codes, if Mike wasn’t mistaken. Since he and Pac were around the Favela finishing some buildings at the time, they were the first to get there, finding the meeting room being already occupied by Cellbit and Roier in the middle of a tickle fight, - probably a started by Roier but which Cellbit was clearly winning - probably because they weren’t expecting anyone to appear so soon but also seemed to be too lost in their own silliness to even listen to the sound of the elevator or them arriving.

Mike just loudly complained and threw a few grinning teases at them, not thinking too much about it. Albeit, as it seems, that had been enough to bring Pac’s lee mood back to life.

“Lembrei.” (I remember.) 

They looked at each other. Since his hands wouldn’t be necessary, the one with permanently crooked glasses started messing around with the redstone system of the house, trying to fix it for the sixth time. “Bem, isso explica porque é sempre o Cellbit, então. ‘Cê vai pedir pra ele?” (Well, that explains why it’s always Cellbit, then. Are you going to ask him?)

Pac grumbled and flooped on the roof. “Não dá, eu já tentei. Fui tentar puxar uma guerra de cosquinha perto dele com o Richas mas eu travei e no fim eles foram embora. Eu não consigo, Mike, eu não consigo!” (I can’t, I already tried. I tried to start a tickle war next to him with Richas but I froze and in the end they went away. I can’t, Mike, I can’t!)

“Mas tu tem que tomar coragem, Pac. Tem que ir lá e falar mesmo. Se fosse eu, eu falava!” (But you need to be braver, Pac! Gotta get there and ask. If it was me, I would ask.)

“Falava é? Porque eu me lembro muito bem do seu primeiro encontro com a Mine…” (You would, yeah? Because I remember very well about your and Mine’s first date…) Pac’s laughter quickly transformed into a shout when the other pushed him, making him roll across the titles for a few centimeters before stopping. “Tu vai me jogar, homi! Tá doido, é?” (You’re going to make me fall, man! Are you crazy?)

“Sempre fui, sempre fui.” (Always have been. Always have been.)

They chuckled and, in between shoves and jokes, went back to their construction. 

Pac thought that the subject had ended there, then, that he would eventually get over his mood and continue his life. But he should’ve known that Mike was too annoying (caring) to let it go.

That was how he ended up like this.

Pac looked up, looking at those brown eyes shine back at him with a mischievous light. He squirmed a bit, but soon it was clear that he was totally trapped on the couch by the investigator’s body, who kept watching his expressions with curiosity and a hint of something else.

(It was hunger. Pac would recognize that glint anywhere.)

The scientist could feel each heartbeat in his chest and every butterfly flying on his stomach, small bolts of electricity scurrying away from his trapped wrist, fingertips twisting, almost being able to touch the sparkles in the air.

“Pac,” there were moments when Cellbit slipped and let one or two of his feline traits escape from his firmly constructed barrier. This time, it was in the way that his voice curled around his name, in a mix of a pleased purring and a warning growl that made a zing shot through his spine. “There’s no need to look so worried, I think you just didn't listen to my question very well in the first time… What is the code, Pac?”

If he wasn’t looking at his friend, he would’ve lost it, but the question was exactly what it looked like: an escape route. It was in the way that the hold of his right wrist loosened a little and how those brown eyes ran across his face - searching, poking, prodding, wanting to know - on the look for any trace of discomfort or fear, getting ready to jump away in the same second if he found anything. Pac was sure that he could just spill the eight numbers he knew by heart and then Cellbit would immediately get up, open the security door to the last phase of their puzzle and let him free to go.

Simple like that.

Quite boring, if he was being honest.

Pac grinned before letting his head fall slightly to the side, brows furrowing in a perfect confused face, voice light and just a tad too innocent.

(He wasn’t really afraid.)

(Cellbit could show himself to be as strong and ruthless as he wanted. Pac always had been the fastest one.)

(Just one of them had been able to get out of Alcatraz after all.)

“ Code? W-what are you talking about, Cellbit? I don’t know any code.” 

“The specific numbers that will open the door and let me finally get to the bottom of the mystery that I’ve been puzzling out for one entire week. That code, Pac.”

A small shudder took over his body, whether it was for the lack of his hoodie or the hand that suddenly came to dangerously rest on his side, it wasn’t clear. A wobbly smile blossomed in his face. 

That reaction didn’t go unnoticed by the other.

“Uhhh…” Pac pursed and popped his lips, resting his head on the cushions and looking at the ceiling, gaze quickly jumping across the room in a nervous manner. He still could feel those glimmering eyes on him. “I don’t really know any code.”

The fingers began curling on his side, short nails barely scratching the skin, he bit his lower lip.

“You sure?”

(Can I?)

“Y-yeah! I d-don’t even know what you’re talking about, moço. Just saw a sign that said ‘Free Food’ and got in the warplate and boom! Suddenly I’m here with you. We’re both kind of stuck here, you know?” His gaze went back to focus on the other, refusing with all his might to even acknowledge the twitching hand on his side that kept bringing awful tingles and freaking out the butterflies on his belly. 

He continued the rest of his sentence in one quick breath.

“It’s not like I am part of the puzzle and was asked to guard the secret code that could lead you to finally getting your final prize since it’s the end of the investigation and deciding to not give it to you. That would be totally crazy. I would never do that. Never, ever, in one billion years. Nuh uh. Nunquinha.”

Cellbit’s left eye trembled in a signal of poorly disguised stress. Bad and Bagi had the same habit. It was quite funny to see.

Pac jumped when the touch suddenly got firmer and a pinch was delivered on his torso. A high pitched squeak quickly scrambled from his lips before he could stop it.

Having already gotten the reaction that he wanted, Cellbit showed him a smile.

Oh no, he was absolutely screwed.

“Alright, Pac. I believe in what you’re saying. You’re part of the family so you would never lie to me, would you?”

The scientist watched as Cellbit’s hand lifted up from its spot on his side and began going upwards, slowly crawling along his torso until it stopped on his forearm, tracing on his skin as the other hand kept his arm all trapped and nice above his head.

His fingertips started dancing and scribbling on the spot, following the goosebumps that tried to run away from the tickles, spreading across his nerves and obliging Pac to firmly press his lips in a thin line, giggles getting ready to jump out at any chance on the tip of his tongue.

The investigator cleaned his throat, calling his attention once again and holding it with analytical eyes. His voice came out rough, slow, savoring every word. “Would you, Pac?”

Pac was glad that he didn’t even try to open his mouth to answer him because, as soon as the sentence was over, those fingers began scribbling on the senseless, ticklish spot that was his inner elbow, nails scraping and fingertips tapping in an absurdly light and soft manner, making a muffled ‘eee’ sound to be present in the back of his throat.

He remembered that he had an answer to give.

“Nuh huh.” He shook his head twice, holding his breath to not let any other reaction escape. 

“Ok.”

Eventually, Pac had to look away from him again. He could almost feel how Cellbit kept mapping out the exact points where his smile got bigger and his arm squirmed everytime another unexpected tickle spot was found so he could come back to it later. The tapping continued its way across his biceps, drawing abstract forms on it, taking its sweet to collect all the muffled titters and small twitches before going to the next one. With each step the curious hand got closer and closer to his torso. 

His attempt to not look at his demise proved to be fool and only made him lose the way that the investigator’s smirk grew wider at each one of his reactions, fingers momentarily spasming in a desire to dig - quick, ruthless and precise - on any and every ticklish spot again and again and again until he could rip that sweet, precious laughter from his stubborn friend-prey-Pac-fun and make it ring loud and free around the room. Until his protests were so intertwined with snickers and snorts that they would be too lost and make no sense at all. Until he was so high in laughter and giddy with the tickling that he wouldn’t even be able to think about hiding his smile and blush - which, by the way, had already begun consuming his neck in a lovely, lovely way - on his hoodie as usual.

He wanted to discover every sound that he would make and drink on every variation of his laughter, from the lowest chortle to the highest squeal. And, especially, he wanted to purr and tease him about how, even with all the chances, Pac didn’t even try to move his free hand to stop him and was instead watching his every move with those wide excited, joyful eyes.

But no. Cellbit needs to be patient. He needs to first cultivate every giggle, snicker and titter until they were too strong to be stopped and then, after weakening his every barrier so they would finally crumble at the lightest breeze and finally come tumbling down with just the hint of his moving fingers anywhere near him and his ticklish - so, so wonderfully vulnerable and ticklish - spots. 

Cellbit could be really good at that. Being patient. Stalking. Watching. Finding openings that could be explored.

(It has been a while since he and Pac had time to play like this.)

The traces and drawed forms continued until he got to his armpit and rested there. Tapping. Tapping. Tapping.

At this point Pac already felt like jumping out of his skin at every touch. He was torn between watching his slow and inevitable destruction or closing his eyes and then be bombarded by his own creative mind about all the different ways that his friend could tickle him right now. How he could simply give up from calmly teasing and prying his puffed squeaks or bitten gasps at any moment and just drum his fingers on his pit, maybe pull a surprise attack to his ribs or even keep the slow spidering until Pac felt so ticklish that a single wiggling finger would make him descend in immediate full belly laughter with minimal effort.

Cellbit’s next words were fast to pull him from his thoughts.

“Where is your worst spot, Pac?”

It was getting old, but once again Pac just shook his head.

“What? You don’t have one? Or you don’t want to tell me where is it?” The hands started swirling, creating spirals that went from the inside to the outside of his armpit. Cellbit watched in true amazement how such a soft touch made the other’s cheeks puff with the amount of squeals he was holding, his arm now trembling in his grip. “You know… I’m feeling like you’re hiding a few secrets from me. Are you, Pac?”

It took every single ounce of will from him, but the scientist pushed every and any giggle deep down so he would not look completely silly when the sentence left out  his mouth, not really thinking too much about it.

“Aren’t you our Favela’s detective? Why don’t you find out?”

Cellbit froze, just like Pac’s breath when he realized what he just said.

However, it was too late.

“I am joking! I am joking!” He shouted, watching with a wide stare as the other chuckled in delight at his answer. Low and dangerous. Always ready for a good, fun challenge. “You know how it is! Dumb Pac just being dumb again!”

“You’re not dumb.” Cellbit frowned, but it disappeared as soon as it came, a determined, amused expression taking over his face once again. “That’s fair enough, I think. So, what about we make a deal? I will discover your worst tickle spot and then destroy it with tickles until you give me the code to finish my puzzle.”

The swirling was back once again. Soft, unbearable, light and impossible to ignore.

“Deal?”

“...Deal.”

The detective rolled his shoulders and neck, as if preparing for a battle. “Perfect.”

A quick, small tweak on his armpit ripped a surprised snort from his mouth, which immediately made the scientist’s free hand fly to hide it, not expecting the sudden tickling nor the sound. 

“Careful there, bonitinho. Don’t go spilling everything already. I would hate for our game to end so soon.”

His hand went back to spidering, teasing the armpit for a few more seconds before going down to his ribs, scratching and watching as Pac turned his face around, pressing it firmly on his own shoulder, the blush fastly consuming more and more of him.

There was this horrible spot in that space between his back and ribs. Mike found it when they were kids and Pac didn’t know why, but it tickled like hell, so, in the very second that Cellbit’s fingers did as much as faintly graze it, his body immediately rolled away in an attempt to hide it. 

Cellbit’s eyes shone and he wormed his hand between the cushions and his torso, legs firmly preventing him from trying to roll even more as curious pokes assaulted the spot, making him arch his back and trash back to the other side, shoulders bouncing with trapped laughter. This didn’t stop the investigator from scribbling closely by the spot, no longer prodding or actually tickling it, just testing his reactions by tracing his nails carefully around and in an X over it. As if he was marking it for future reference. 

“One.” 

The way that the whisper echoed in Pac’s mind did not resonate with how calmly and low it was said. Before he could think too much about its meaning, however, another question quickly followed it.

“Do you know how many ribs there are in the human body?” 

The scientist, a very skilled profissional able to create the wildest substances and built the craziest buildings, actually blamed how giddy and distracted by the tickling he was for his answer. 

“Twelve!”

“Pffft!”

The investigator’s surprised wheeze filled the room and suddenly Pac knew that he would never be able to live this down for the next years, Cellbit’s entire face opening in a feral joy as if Pac just gave him an early birthday gift.

“Exactly. That is the correct answer. Twelve.” He replied, clearly trying to not laugh and putting on a serious face, again. He let go of his wrist. “Why don’t we count it together now, so we can confirm how right you are?” 

Before Pac could answer, Cellbit pressed his fingers, two in each side, on his highest ribs and tased. 

Maybe it was the teasing. Maybe it was how much sensitive his skin felt after so many minutes of light touches and soft tickles or how the sudden series of ticklish shocks ran fastly across his every nerve. Maybe it was the way his entire torso now seemed to be just one giant tickle spot. However, that move made Pac slam his hands to hold on Cellbit’s shoulders so his arms wouldn’t come and pin the attacking, tickly fingers against his body.

That only made Cellbit double his efforts to make him laugh, teases immediately permating Pac’s mind.

“Afraid of trapping my fingers here, bonitinho? Why? You’re not even really trying to stop me. Don’t you want them to keep tickling and tickling and tickling your ribs? Right in that delicious spot right here?” Cellbit pressed, buzzing taking over his senses and filling his lungs with uncontrollable crackles that made his torso shake with the force to contain them, wiggling non stop from one side to another and legs flailing around, all which only seemed to reinforce Cellbit’s determination. 

“No way! Is it really that ticklish, Pac? Tell me, is my hunt already over, huh? Did I already find your worst ticklish spot or are you just pretending to stop me from going looking for more? I wonder if all the other spots will be as bad as this one… But that is fine. It only means that we will have to stay here for hours and hours, experimenting and comparing every single one of them until we can finally decide which one is the worst. Unless you decide to tell me. That will make things go so much faster, don’t you think?”

He went to his next rib, giving it the same amount of attention and care as the previous one, scratches pursuing the entirety of the bone, tasing targeting the spaces in between them, quick scribbles concentrating on the places that made his kick his legs harder in a way to expel all the adrenaline racing across his cells, tiny squeals pushing against his lips with fervor.

“Or maybe you’re just that ticklish. A ticklish, little gigglebug. So, so sensitive and yet you still came and walked so wingfully right to my… claws.” The last part came out as an almost whisper, his sentence growing lower and lower to the end.

Pac didn’t mean to, but in that moment Cellbit jumped to his third rib and his barrier broke. Loud, crackling laughter exploding from his mouth in a melody that took over the entire room in the very same second, drowning every other sound and making Cellbit almost lose his concentration, tickling faltering for half moment as he was hit with… everything. 

With how big Pac’s smile was and how his blush seemed to climb over his neck and ears to pool on his face, how he threw his head backwards when he laughed and the fact that he was actually right because the scientist was too concentrated on the tickle attack and on keeping his hands locked on his shoulder that, for once, he didn’t even try to cover his face. 

Cellbit felt himself in a kind of a daze as he kept tickling his loud-friend-prey-fun-fun-fun! Each spot receiving all the scribbling and buzzing before he jumped to another, watching as Pac grew crazier and crazier with each second. 

His laughter didn’t necessarily get louder, but it took a turn from the wheezy, high pitched, hysterical crackles on the highest ribs to a much more uncontrollable giggling the lower he went. 

Pac squirmed and arched his back, a move that only managed to give Cellbit much more places to work with. He successfully got a few snorts and squeals when that happened and he took the opportunity to worm his hands under his black shirt and spider them on his lower back, making the scientist slam his back again on the couch and bring the tickling back to his ribs, which would then make him kick and wiggle again until another chance to attack his back would appear and Cellbit would gladly take it.

And he. kept. his hands. on his shoulders.

It took everything from him, Pac was sure, but he kept his grip firm, his mind being totally taken over by how much it tickled and everything else all at once. The dance and wiggling happening across his torso, the smug smirk on Cellbit’s face, the awe that took over his brown eyes when he began laughing, the prickle of heat on his warm cheeks and even the light touch of his own hair on his neck that kept sending silly, funny tingles through his nerves to his soul, leading the giggles to get giddier and his snickers to become more present in his laughter. 

When the detective got to his lower ribs, light pinching and then drumming his fingers there, between the unintelligible words that fell like waterfall from his lips Pac was able to push a single giggly plea amidst his senseless protests.

“Cellbit!”

The other immediately froze. Pac took the opportunity to take big gulps of air, trying and failing in not succumbing into more laughing fits during the process. 

At the second time that the scientist tried for the second to recompose himself and fell into more giggling Cellbit’s fingers twitched, wanting to make that sound ring once more across the room. Still, he didn’t go back to tickling him, aware that his friend indeed was a common human who needed plenty of oxygen to survive. 

He blinked and realized that his own grin was almost as big as his prey- Pac. As Pac’s grin was.

(He didn’t run away. He didn’t stop him. He didn’t fight back. Or shouted. Or hated him. He just laughed and laughed and laughed and Cellbit was the main reason for that. For that smile. Those excited eyes watching him right now. The joy. Even if it was a bit artificial, he was the one who did it.)

(He wasn’t quite sure what he would be able to do just to listen to his name being laughed out loud as this again.)

(He was… happy.)

Pac startled when another sound followed the last of his dying giggles. It was a low, almost inaudible, rumbling purr which, if it wasn’t the light feeling of trembling on Cellbit’s shoulders, he would never ever realize that it was coming from his friend. 

Before his brain could properly process this and then conjure a proper comment that could or not be a poke of fun - discreet enough that it wouldn’t be clear if he actually was talking about Cellbit’s feline traits or something else, - the detective voice cut the silence.

“Puts, would you look at that.” The feeling of the fingers crawling right back the top of his ribcage made him chortle and squirm, the tip of his fingers barely scraping his armpits. “I lost the count. Seems like we will have to start all over again, Pac. I need to keep up my part of the deal, afterall.”

“Espera!” (Wait!)

“One, two, three…”

He didn’t even try to stop his laughter this time, letting it fall from his lips freely. By the moment the counting ended he was already hysterically giggling just with the feeling of the other’s hands resting on his sides without moving, thumbs rubbing firm circles on his skin in a comforting manner that both made him want to melt and also kept a couple of stray snickers filling the air with the phantom tickles as he once again calmed down.

Pac stared at Cellbit’s brown eyes. There was something different there. Like, literally. But he couldn’t exactly purpoint what.

“Two.” 

Another whisper. 

Pac tensed, expecting another round of ‘counting your ribs’, although this time in an anatomically correct friendly version (how they got to the result that twelve was the actual correct answer a few seconds ago was a complete mystery to him since he was clearly very occupied dying in crackles) but the thumbs continued with their soft ministrations until he was back to melting, a low huff of laughter (and purring, however it seems like they’re both pretending to ignore that) leaving Cellbit’s mouth.

His fingertips began scribbling on the spot, fingers sometimes slipping under his shirt to scratch at the dip of his hips or on his trembling belly, making sharp intakes of breath to take over him as the scientist let go of the other’s shoulders to muffle his reactions, covering his face entirely. 

“Just laugh already, Pac. We both know you want to.” 

Cellbit began poking his sides, realizing that there was a lovely weak spot extremely close to his back that made Pac yelp and jump when he passed through it. So he took his sweet time to explore it, watching as a single poke on his right would make him trash to the left, where clawing fingers would be ready to excitedly squeeze his unprotected side over and over and over again until Pac eventually was able to squirm out of it and come right back to the soft, unbearable tickling of his other hand. His reactions dropped from kicking to shaking his head in protest as he kept holding all his titters and laughter inside, each second getting closer to break.

It was fine, though, Cellbit could wait.

Even so, he squinted his eyes at the other’s covered face, being prived from watching the moments when his mouth would become a straight line as he discovered a new tickly spot or how his eyes would instinctively close when his laughter grew stronger or how his smile increased when Cellbit would unexpectedly changed techniques, analyzing which one brought better results. The detective huffed in annoyment - Roier would call it pouting, but he wasn’t here so he was wrong - and added some more tweaks on Pac’s sides in protest, sulking way less when more and more muffled squeaks began appearing with each second. 

He didn’t want to exactly pry Pac’s hands from where they were, especially because he would have to stop his attack for that and there just would be no fun in that. His prey-friend-family-joy was so, so close to laughing it out.

Although…

Having his eyes covered could prove to be a good opportunity for a surprise. 

Cellbit began lowering his head, getting closer to the other’s extremely red ear, being careful to not let his beard tickle his neck - not yet, at least - to not alarm Pac of his plan. He made sure his voice had the lowest and roughest tune that he could make, letting his breath hit the skin freely.

“There is no reason for you to hold back your reactions like this from me, gigglebug. Besides, I mean, I thought we both felt the same about prisons and keeping stuff trapped, don’t we?” 

Pac, honest to god, shrieked when he not only heard but actually felt how close Cellbit was, scrunching his neck in an attempt to make the buzzing tingles disappear, unsuccessfully. 

“Well, then I guess I have no other option if you’re just going to try to keep all your snorts and hysterical snickers stuck inside when they should be free to rummage around. What is that phrase you and Mike are always saying, again?”

Pac finally gave up from trying to stop the other from talking so close to his ear and let go of his face to push him away, shiny eyes opening to stare at the huge, smug smirk on the detective’s face. 

He didn’t know exactly why until a movement caught his gaze.

Cellbit’s hand was hovering right above him, slowly clawing as it lowered in the direction of his quivering belly. Senseless protests and pleas began stumbling in flocks from him, the scientist attempting with all his might to suck in his stomach so he wouldn’t immediately and ultimately die and still hold his giggles as much as he could.

“Wait, I remember, now!” The hand dug on his belly. “There is no impossible escape.”

Screeching laughter filled the entire space and seemed to only fuel’s the tickling more, Cellbit’s other hand joining the fun to drum on every single patch of skin available, scratching and poking fingers immediately unlocking all loud snorts and chortles as they unmercifully prodded and wiggled inside his bellybutton, adding even more to his laughter. 

“There we are, bonitinho!” Cellbit’s happy shout probably held far too much pride for someone who managed to win such a childish challenge. But he didn’t care, immediately drinking the other’s reactions and comparing how different was Pac’s laughter when he tickled his belly - lower, less hysterical but seemingly stronger -  from when he decided to shove his hands on his armpits and dig - higher, fast and wheezy. How his fast kicking became a dance of squirming when he went from his ribcage to his sides and how much relaxed the grip on his shoulders became - even if his face got much redder - when he went right back at attacking his neck and elbows with light scribbles. Or even how he instinctively descended into a silent laughter, full of hiccups and squeaks, everytime Cellbit targeted one of the sweet spots he mapped on his torso. 

“Which one tickles more, Pac? When I attack your absurdly ticklish armpits” To help him to choose, Cellbit decided to demonstrate his question and scribble said spot, making Pac’s arms immediately slam down and a snickering fit to take place. “Or your very sensitive belly?” His adjectives were promptly proven true when he began clawing his stomach, inspiring more melodious laughter to appear.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

The other chuckled. 

“You don’t know? Well, I’m sure you will be able to figure it out, eventually.” He lowered his head again, no longer stopping his beard from tickling the poor unprotected neck. A squeal was ripped from Pac’s throat and another attempt to hide his ear by squeezing it on his own shoulder was made. It only made the detective change from side to side, though, having way too much fun to be so easily dissuaded. “Don’t worry about it, though, we can stay here for as long as you want. For hours and hours, if needed, testing every spot, every technique, every tease until you can finally decide.”

Pac shook his head and let out some more senseless pleas in protest, too lost in his own laughter to even begin to properly respond. He rolled to his side, forcing Cellbit to go back to an upwards position, not without purposely rubbing his beard behind his ears and neck, and for a moment his lips parted, preparing to-

(No.)

With all the squirming his loose shirt moved enough to show some skin and Cellbit didn’t really think too much before skittering his fingers on the patch of his back again.

Pac yelped and slammed back on the cushions, quickly turning around and holding, a childlike, high pitched giggling flying freely from his lips.

Cellbit immediately froze.

(He didn’t try to stop him until now.)

“Wait, wait, Cellbit!” 

The sentence was left incomplete as Pac snickered, bringing his hands (him) closer to his chest, still giggling even if the tickling had already stopped, eyes closed and smile going from one ear to another. 

He looked relaxed. Content.

Cellbit furrowed his eyebrows. He already discovered the answer for his part of the deal. Pac’s worst spot was clear as any white shirt washed with a good dose of peroxide after a hard day, but there had been little funny details in his friend’s actions that pointed directly to one direction. That last reaction being his main hint.

Oh.

Cellbit gets it, now.

“Your worst spot isn’t your favorite one, right? That’s your back.”

Wide, expectant and excited, black eyes found his and something clicked just right in Cellbit’s brain. A predatory grin suppressed his previous thoughtful expression. 

Pac didn’t deny it.

They were still in the game.

Pac was just so fun.

“Pac, Pac, Pac…” He tsks. “So you were actually hiding stuff from me.”

Easily freeing his hands from the loose grip, Cellbit observed as the scientist automatically began losing himself in sniggers, not even batting an eye when uncoordinated hands tried to grab his wrists again. He had an idea.

Pac yelped when two strong arms came and hugged him, all his protests coming to a halt with the sudden mix of soft embrace and firm restrain, leaving him frozen in confusion. The cushion at his side dipped as Cellbit put his weight on it and even if Pac’s brain began running a mile per hour he couldn’t get what his plan was here. 

With a swift turn Cellbit lifted him from the sofa and rolled, his moves fast and precise - even if still a little clumsy, by the way that the detective let out a ‘oof’ sound when they fell back on the cushions and he hit the furniture, - successfully exchanging his position with Pac and, which is even more remarkable as the fingers that lightly pressed on the lovely space between his shoulderblades reminded him: leaving his entire back unprotected and open for any kind of silly, tickly attack.

“Gotcha, gigglebug.”

One hand began quickly scratching his neck as the other one skittered across his spine, wiggling on every bone until it reached his lower back, pinches, scribbles and scratches joyfully attacking the sensitive spot, exploring every part of it and immediately making his giggling grow up to a notch.

Pac shoved his face on the other’s neck, shoulders bouncing with each laughter as tiny sparks of electricity seemed to follow every one of Cellbit’s touches as they tickled and teased every and any available spot of his back, successfully trapping him in a mix of childlike, high pitched laughter and wheezy chuckles. It was a little maddening how all his muscles seemed to relax with the soft tickles as his fingertips lightly ran across his back only to instantly jump with jolts and surprised squeaks as a sudden poke or tazing was delivered right on the back of his ribs or on in between shoulderblades, increasing his laughter and pulling more and more snorts for a few seconds, just when the comforting touch would to come and take over again.

It was the most amazing, unbearable, awful, joyful trap he could imagine. Being locked on Cellbit’s firm yet gentle embrace, adrenaline running hot on his veins as the feeling of safe but in danger made all the sirens in his mind scream and a warm feeling of trust to pool into his soul. The way that he was unable to actively defend his favorite spot - how did Cellbit even discover it so quickly? - without giving his friend free access to more other places he could attck, but also knowing that just holding his hands would immediately stop him made Pac let himself go and giggle and snicker hysterically non stop. 

Not to mention the literal feeling of the motor-like purr that was still present and also seemed to tickle him, his skin still feeling way too ticklish for all that buzzing. Especially since it seemed to only grow stronger every time that a special prodding on the base of his or a spidering on his upper back made him hug the detective closer.

Besides, Pac didn’t quite realize it, but with every hug he pressed his face more and more on Cellbit’s neck, his huffs and puffs of laughter resulting in shivers and wobbly smiles to escape from the detective as well.

They kept up that song and dance for a few more minutes until Cellbit got content after fishing all the wheezes, snorts, squeals and laughter he had stored, settling to massaging the nape of his neck as he calmed down. Still delivering one or two soft scribbles on the back of his ears from time to time to prevent him from falling asleep on top of him. Cellbit is still a very happily married man, afterall.

“Still alive there, dude?” 

No answer. Cellbit began blinking quickly, suddenly realizing that the room seemed much more illuminated and detailed than when he first walked in, his mind instantly going back to focus on the enigma he was after now that the chase-hunt-play was over. 

I mean, their deal. 

(Where did that come from?)

“What is the code?”

Silence.

“Pac?”

Said one lifted himself from the hug, a giant smile on his face and a few unshed tears glistering in the corner of his eyes. 

He suddenly wheezed when their eyes found each other, not expecting at all to see the full blown wide cat pupils staring right back at him. 

The confused expression on Cellbit’s face only grew bigger as he continued to blink non stop, probably bothered by the light.

“Pfffff, me dá uns minutinhos aí, moço. A cat just got my tongue.” (Give me a few more minutes, bro.)

And then he immediately jumped away from the couch before the meaning of his words could fully sink in the other’s brain. He felt way too giddy after all the fun and playful tickles, with wobbly steps and gleeful chuckles twirling in the air.

“Pactw…” The underlying warning in his tone - together with a hunt-warn-catch thrill and, oh. my. god. Pac needed to tell this to the others like right now - made Pac yelp and hold his hands in rendition, lowering himself in what could be a preparation to run away or an attempt to look smaller. 

“40028922!”

Cellbit kept staring at him, squinted eyes analyzing his every move and expression as usual. Sometimes Pac wondered what he found when he did this.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! That is really the code and by the way I don’t have anything to do with it! They just told me to keep it.” As the other continued to look at him in disbelief, he started doing the orange justice dance, singing. “40028922 é o funk do Yudi que vai dar Playstation 2.” (40028922, it’s Yudi’s funk that will give you a Playstation 2)

Eventually, the detective got up from the couch and walked to the door, putting the numbers and watching it with one trembling eyebrow as the door opened effortlessly. He pinched his nose bridge with a groan and an amused huff. Knowing his luck, Cellbit should’ve expected something like that.

However, he quickly straightened his posture, combing his hair with his fingers and adjusting his coat. That was it. The last piece of the puzzle. The final level. He had no more time for playing around.

“Ok. Thank you very much for your cooperation and… trust, Pac. I appreciate it a lot. We make a good team when we work together.” He hesitated before stepping forward and didn’t quite look back, but Pac could feel those piercing brown eyes on him. “I know we were just joking but…You’re a good ally. You and Mike both. Hope we can keep fighting side by side in the future.”

“Y-yeah, of course! The Favela sticks together forever, right?”

“...Yes. We’re family. That is what we do.” Cellbit nodded and Pac mirrored him, even if the other was already getting inside the other room.

That was cool. 

Dramatic. 

But cool.

Pac was in the middle of sending Roier a message saying that Cellbit was heading in his direction when a thought went right through his brain, making him freeze.

“Wait.” He said out loud, looking behind to face the robot green rats that always followed him and Mike around. “Mike told him that this was like Roier’s idea and not some enigma left by the Federation, yeah?” 

He began biting his nails, thinking about all the steps and parties involved in this surprise that Roier wanted to give to his husband as a gift. He wasn’t the only one invited to participate in it. Mike, Bagi, Philza, Baghera, Badboyhalo… “I mean, someone must have warned him, right?”

The rat shrugged. 

Pac snorted, hand flying to his mouth before his wheezes could catch his friend’s attention and make him come back, quickly getting out of the place before Cellbit realized what he was really walking into.

(In the distance, he was almost sure that he heard a surprised shout followed by one laughter that, at this point, he already knew very well. But sometimes a good gossiper needs to know when to die for a fofoca and when to run away with half of it.)

(He needed to go tell everything to Fit first, afterall.)

[~*~] Fun facts!

The first part with Pac and Mike is inspirated in that bit they have going on where Pac mimics Mike's accent and in turn Mike makes it thicker and talks faster and they just keep it going on! They also use it when they want to do something illegal (like escape from the prision on the latest event) so the translator won't catch exactly what they're saying

40028922 is a very known number in Brazil because it was a phone number used to participate in a kid TV Show and one of the hosts had this jingle where he would sing song it and say that you would get a Playstation 2. It's so known that using it as a secret code it's a bit like... rick rolling the person.

It's not made very clear but this is kind of inspired by @squeaky-n-blushy 's tags on my guapoduo tickle hc and Cellbit is actually walking directly to the end of a puzzle made by Roier as a gift where his prize are tickles :D Yay!!

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I’ve been to Florida. I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been to California. I’ve been to Asia. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands. I’ve been to the Caribbean. I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

I’ve been threatened to be arrested. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve snuck out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something die. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I have attempted suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before. I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

I own over 5 rap CD’s. I’m obsessed with anime/manga. I collected comic books. I own a lot of makeup. I own something from Pac Sun. I own something from The Gap. I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie. I thrive on compliments. I thrive on hate.

Random

I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news occasionally or always. I don’t like to kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I’m a morning person. I’m a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I love to spam friends. I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day. I bake well. My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room. I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite/used to bite my nails. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic. ..called me fat. ..have said I’m skinny. ..have said I’m ugly. ..have said I’m pretty. ..have spread rumors about me. ..force me to eat. ..say I eat too much. ..say I eat too little.

Eating

I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight. I’m at my thinnest. I’m at my biggest. I’ve lost weight and kept it off. I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. My weight affects my mood. I diet. I am/was a vegan/vegetarian. I exercise. I’ve fainted from exhaustion. I’ve been diagnosed with an eating dosorder

Family

I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before. I’ve run away from home. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want kids in the future. I’ve had kids. I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

I’m engaged. I’m married. I’m single. I’ve gone on a blind date. I have/had a friend with benefits. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. Someone’s told you they loved you when you didnt love them back. I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

I regularly drink. I can’t swallow pills I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty. I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal. I have taken/take anti-depressants. I’ve slept an entire day before. I’ve plotted revenge.

[surveyhoursss]

149.

I am shorter than 5'4.

I think I'm ugly sometimes.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have a tattoo.

I am self-conscious about my appearance.

I have/I've had braces. '

I wear glasses/contacts.

I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.

I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.

I have more than 2 piercings.

I have piercings in places besides my ears.

I have freckles.

Family/Home Life

I've sworn at my parents.

I've run away from home.

I've been kicked out of the house.

My biological parents are together.

I have a sibling.

I want to have kids someday.

I've lost a child.

School/Work

I'm in school

I have a job

I've fallen asleep at work/school.

I almost always do/did my homework.

I've missed a week or more of school.

I failed more than 1 class last year.

I've stolen something from my job.

I've been fired.

Embarrassment

I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.

I've peed from laughing.

I've snorted while laughing.

I've laughed so hard I've cried.

I've glued my hand to something.

I've had my pants rip in public.

Health

I was born with a disease/impairment.

I've gotten stitches/staples.

I've broken a bone.

I've had my tonsils removed.

I've sat in a doctors office/emergency room with a friend.

I've had my wisdom teeth removed.

I had a serious surgery.

I've had chicken pox.

I've had measles

Traveling

I've driven over 200 miles in one day.

I've been on a plane.

I've been to Canada.

I've been to Mexico.

I've been to Niagara Falls.

I've been to Japan.

I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

I've been to Europe.

I've been to Africa.

Experiences

I've gotten lost in my city.

I've seen a shooting star.

I've wished on a shooting star

I've seen a meteor shower.

I've gone out in public in my pajamas.

I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I've kicked a guy where it hurts.

I've been to a casino.

I've been skydiving.

I've gone skinny dipping

I've played spin the bottle.

I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.

I've crashed a car.

I've been skiing.

I've been in a play.

I've met someone in person from myspace.

I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I've seen the Northern lights.

I've sat on a roof top at night.

I've played chicken.

I've played a prank on someone.

I've ridden in a taxi.

I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I've eaten sushi.

I've been snowboarding.

Relationships

I'm single.

I'm in a relationship.

I'm engaged.

I'm married.

I've gone on a blind date.

I've been the dumped more than the dumper.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I've gotten divorced.

I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.

I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.

I've kept something from a past relationship.

I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.

I've had a crush on a teacher.

I've been kissed in the rain.

I've hugged a stranger.

I have kissed a stranger.

Honesty/Crime

I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.

I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.

I've snuck out of my house.

I have lied to my parents about where I am.

I am keeping a secret from the world.

I've cheated while playing a game.

I've cheated on a test.

I've run a red light.

I've been suspended from school.

I've witnessed a crime.

I've been in a fist fight.

I've been arrested.

Drugs/Alcohol

I've consumed alcohol.

I regularly drink.

I've passed out from drinking.

I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.

I've smoked weed

I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.

I've eaten shrooms.

I've popped E.

I've inhaled Nitrous.

I've done hard drugs.

I have cough drops when I'm not sick.

I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.

I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.

I shut others out when I'm depressed.

I take anti-depressants.

I'm anorexic or bulimic.

I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.

I've hurt myself on purpose.

I've woken up crying.

Death and Suicide

I'm afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I've seen someone dying.

Someone close to me has attempted suicide.

Someone close to me has committed suicide.

I've planned my own suicide.

I've attempted suicide.

I've written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

I own over 5 rap CDs.

I own an iPod or MP3 player.

I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.

I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I collect comic books.

I own something from The Gap.

I own something I got on e-bay.

I own something from Abercrombie.

Random

I can sing well.

I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.

I open up to others easily.

I watch the news.

I don't kill bugs.

I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.

I curse regularly.

I sing in the shower.

I am a morning person.

I paid for my cell phone ring tone.

I'm a snob about grammar.

I am a sports fanatic.

I twirl my hair.

I have "x"s in my screen name.

I love being neat.

I love Spam.

I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day

I bake well.

My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.

I've worn pajamas to school.

I like Martha Stewart.

I know how to shoot a gun.

I am in love with love.

I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.

I laugh at my own jokes.

I eat fast food weekly.

I believe in ghosts.

I am online 24/18, even as an away message.

I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.

I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.

I am really ticklish.

I love white chocolate.

I bite my nails.

I play video games.

I'm good at remembering names.

I'm good at remembering dates.

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

[nadjastersurveys]

Appearance I have/had piercings besides the ears. I want piercings besides the ears. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have/want a tattoo. I can be self-conscious about my appearance. I have/had braces. I have more than two piercings.

Embarrassment Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose I’ve had my pants rip in public. I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health I’ve gotten stitches. I’ve broken or dislocated a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had chicken pox.

Travel I’ve been to Florida. I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been to Colombia I’ve been to Cuba. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Ottawa I’ve been to the Caribbean. I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime I’ve been threatened to be arrested. I’ve broken a law. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve sneaked out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something die. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I have attempted suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before. I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism I own over 5 rap CD’s. I’m obsessed with anime/manga. I collected comic books. I own a lot of makeup. I own something from Pac Sun. I own something from The Gap. I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie. I thrive on compliments. I thrive on hate.

Random I can sing low key. I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news occasionally or always. I don’t like to kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I’m a morning person.

I’m a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I love spam. I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day. I bake well. My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room. I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People ..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic. ..called me fat. ..say I’m skinny. ..have said I’m ugly. ..have said I’m pretty. ..have spread rumors about me. ..force me to eat. ..say I eat too much. ..say I eat too little.

Eating I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight. I’m at my thinnest. I’m at my biggest. I’ve lost weight and kept it off. I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. My weight affects my mood. A lot. I diet. I’m vegan/vegetarian. I exercise. I’ve fainted from exhaustion.

Family I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before. I’ve run away from home. My biological parents are together. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want kids. I’ve had kids. I’ve lost a child.

Relationships I’m engaged. I’m married. I’m a swinger. I’ve gone on a blind date. I have/had a friend with benefits. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back (probably?) Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

Sexuality I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times I regularly drink. I can’t swallow pills I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty. I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset. I have taken/take anti-depressants. I’ve slept an entire day before. I’ve plotted revenge.

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Cherry Bomb (Taeyong x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN!!!! I GAVE YOU A SMUT, I WROTE ANOTHER ONE...OH BABY, BABY! Anyway, here’s some yummy retro Taeyong smutty goodness. A little short and sweet, but definitely gets its point across if you know what mean :^)))))))))) Enjoy!

It felt weird walking into an arcade, having not visited one since when you were younger. The welcoming sounds of heavily synthesized music, trigger clicks, and the smacking of big plastic buttons brought back a wave of nostalgia and made you smile as you peered over the shoulders of people playing. There were no kids in sight though, just people around your age who laughed and joked, drank, reminiscing in their childhood. You'd been coerced into going to a twenty one and older event at the local vintage arcade that had just opened down the street from your apartment. People were going bananas of the shiny restored arcade machines, vintage interior, and nostalgic music.

The sounds of city traffic were drowned out as you ventured in deeper, looking around for your pink haired boyfriend who had begged you to come along with him in the first place. He was an absolute nut for old arcade games, happily spending all the spare change he could find on Tetris and Pac-man. You thought it was cute, the way his eyes would get so serious when he played, the way he could hardly remember to breath because he was so focused. He brought you along because he really wanted to show you 'the artistic side of classic video games,' and you couldn't really say no after bursting out laughing and accidentally hurting his feelings. You wanted to make it up to him. Turning down another row of games, you found him standing at a machine that exchanged bills for coins, inserting a ten dollar note as soon as you snuck up on him. He jumped when you grabbed his sides, fingers ticklish, "Boo!" He gasped and whirled around, eyes landing on your mischievous gaze while his petal soft lips set into a pout, "_______...! You know I hate it when you do that-" You cut off his scolding, standing endearingly on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss, squishing his cheeks between your palms, "You always look so cute though." He rolled his eyes, but smiled softly regardless, looking down at your adorable outfit, which payed homage to the golden age of arcades, "You look cuter." He laced his hands around the small of your back as his quarters fell from the machine, the metal banging just a buzz as he returned your kiss. It was too quick and chaste, making you chase his lips as he turned around with a chuckle, collecting his coins, "That wasn't very nice of you." "What do you mean, sweetheart?," he grinned, taking your hand and leading you down a row of games. "My kisses aren't 'very nice'? Maybe I should just-" "Stop," you whined, tugging on his pin bedazzled jean jacket, unable to help yourself but grin at his teasing as well. It made you feel better knowing he wasn't upset at you anymore, you'd been worried the moment you saw him he would be in a bad mood. "Woah," he exclaimed, stopping short as he pivoted on his heel to inspect a machine. "I've never seen one of these in such good condition. I thought they were all trash at this point." You tilted your head at the arcade game, decorated in bright pinks and yellows with pixilated designs of exploding cherries. You read the title as Taeyong tested the joy sticks and buttons, "Cherry Bomb." It was really tucked away in the corner of the arcade, surprisingly not a soul in sight as it was hidden by other much flashier and tall machines. "Do you wanna play?," he asked over his shoulder, looking excited with wide eyes. "It's a two player game." "Sure," you answered, sidling up close to him, the machine not allowing much elbow room between two players. "How do you play?" "If I remember right, you basically drop 'cherry bombs' on the characters underneath," he explained, scanning the directions printed onto the machine where the controls were. "The person with the most points after five minutes wins." "Seems easy enough," you mused, smiling to yourself as you watched your puppy-like boyfriend from the corner of your eye. "Ready?," he asked, fifty cents jingling in the palm of his hand as he looked at you competitively, hand poised over the coin slot. "Yep," you nodded, amused by his usual seriousness when it came to games. Taeyong hated to lose, especially at something he really liked or was good at. With lightning fast hands, Taeyong inserted the coins and jumped back to the controls, leaning in with intense focus as the game counted down to the start. Just like that, the  arcade game started, catchy 8-bit music beeping happily as you dropped bomb after bomb on the tiny walking pixel people. You got good at it rather quickly, getting the hang of it and actually enjoying the simple game as you gained point after point. But as much as you thought you were doing good, Taeyong was better, racking up points easily as he bumped his hip playfully with yours. "Hey," you chided, grinning from ear to ear as you bumped him back. "Don't try and distract me." "That wasn't meant to distract you," he smirked, dark eyes never leaving the screen. "If I really wanted to distract you I would do something like this." You squeaked with surprise as you saw Taeyong's hand leave one of the buttons and slip up the back of your skirt, squeezing your ass over your panties. He laughed when he heard you, your face heating up as he continued to feel you up, snapping the band of your panties playfully as he stopped paying attention to the game. You glanced up at his score in disbelief, seeing how far ahead he was from you as you continued to play furiously, "Asshole." "Excuse me?," he asked, smirking like a cat as he leaned down and nuzzled into your neck. "Is that any way to speak to your boyfriend who is being so nice?" "Feeling me up in a public place wouldn't be on the top of my 'Why my Boyfriend is Nice' list," you retorted, eyebrows furrowing as you tried not to get distracted by his wandering hands and lips attached to your neck. "You're so mean to me," he pouted fakely, moving behind you so that his hips pressed you into the arcade machine from behind. If someone walked by, it would look like he was simply back hugging you, "You're breaking my heart, _________." "Taeyong," you whined, feeling his semi-hard cock press into your lower back as his other hand wandered to the front, pulling your skirt up. "Not here." "Why not?," he asked, hand not stopping as it slipped past the waistband of your panties. You gasped when he slid a finger into your folds, dipping in to feel how soaked you were. Smirking, he bent down with his lips close to your ear, voice low, "When you're this wet for me I don't think I can help myself." You let out a a weak moan at his words, pressing your back into his chest as he stroked your folds languidly, "Ah, wait." You released the controls and gripped the edge of the arcade machine when his finger found your clit, rubbing you in lazy circles as your thighs quivered. "Why'd you stop?," he asked, finger pulling away from your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Keep playing." As soon as your hands made contact with the joystick and the buttons, Taeyong continued to touch you, mouth whispering the worst of the worst as you tried to finish the game. The minutes were now seconds as the game counted down fifty seconds, but with the way Taeyong was rubbing your clit hard made your eyes roll to the back of your head. A surprise orgasm was sneaking up on your as your head lolled back against his shoulder, the knot in your stomach tightening as your hips rutted into his fingers when he slipped two in. "You're so good," he groaned, a hand teasing up your body to squeeze your breast. "Don't come until the game is done." "B-but, I'm about to-," you cried out softly, words incoherent as the pleasure of Taeyong's fingers left you a mewling mess. Words could no longer form from your tongue as you made weak sounds of pleasure, eyes practically crossing from the feeling of Taeyong finger fucking you. "Fifteen seconds," he murmured, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out rather loudly, thankfully the music drowned you out. "When I finish counting down from ten, then you can come. Understand?" You could barely nod as his voice dropped an octave, "Ten." "Nine." "Eight." "Seven." "Taeyong, please! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come-" "Six" "Five." "Four." "Three." "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, please...!" "Two." "One," he groaned, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, your entire body stiffening as your orgasm ripped through your body. You couldn't even call out his name as a strangled moan left your throat, fingers squeezing the joystick of the arcade game so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Look at you," he moaned, cheek resting on you shoulder so he could watch your eyebrows knit together and tears pool in your eyes as the pleasure overtook your body. "Such a good girl." After what felt like ages, you felt your pulsating nerves relax and your walls unclench as Taeyong slipped his fingers out, bringing them to your mouth, "Would you look at that, you beat me." You saw the game chime your victory in a little 8-bit tune as your score was flashed up on the screen in bright pink colors, a new high score. You sucked on his fingers dutifully, swirling your tongue around them and savoring your taste as he smirked, "I think I want a rematch. If I can beat your high score, you gotta do something for me." Popping his fingers from your mouth, you dropped to the floor, eyes still hazy with lust as you tugged on his belt, "Why wait for round two when I can just give you your prize now?" As you worked on his belt, Taeyong wove his fingers through your hair, licking his lips as he murmured, "If you insist." You could still feel your release trickling down your inner thighs as you popped open the button and fly of his jeans, smirking, "Absolutely. Now," you ordered, pulling his throbbing cock from his jeans and lumping it experimentally in your hand. "Get to playing."

[nanalikessurveys]

Appearance I have/had piercings besides the ears. I want piercings besides the ears. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have/want a tattoo. I can be self-conscious about my appearance. I have/had braces. I have more than two piercings.

Embarrassment Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose I’ve had my pants rip in public. I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health I’ve gotten stitches. I’ve broken or dislocated a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had chicken pox.

Travel I’ve been to Florida. I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been to Colombia I’ve been to Cuba. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Ottawa I’ve been to the Caribbean. I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime I’ve been threatened to be arrested. I’ve broken a law. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve sneaked out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something die. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I have attempted suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before. I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism I own over 5 rap CD’s. I’m obsessed with anime/manga. I collected comic books. I own a lot of makeup. I own something from Pac Sun. I own something from The Gap. I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie. I thrive on compliments. I thrive on hate.

Random I can sing low key. I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news occasionally or always. I don’t like to kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I’m a morning person.

I’m a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I love spam. I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day. I bake well. My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.  I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room. I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People ..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic. ..called me fat. ..say I’m skinny. ..have said I’m ugly. ..have said I’m pretty. ..have spread rumors about me. ..force me to eat. ..say I eat too much. ..say I eat too little.

Eating I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight. I’m at my thinnest. I’m at my biggest. I’ve lost weight and kept it off. I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. My weight affects my mood. A lot. I diet. I’m vegan/vegetarian. I exercise. I’ve fainted from exhaustion.

Family I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before. I’ve run away from home. My biological parents are together. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want kids. I’ve had kids. I’ve lost a child.

Relationships I’m engaged. I’m married. I’m a swinger. I’ve gone on a blind date. I have/had a friend with benefits. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

Sexuality I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times I regularly drink. I can’t swallow pills I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty. I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset. I have taken/take anti-depressants.  I’ve slept an entire day before. I’ve plotted revenge.