#an extremely goofy movie tickle fic

[veryblushyswitch]

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF JOY THAT OVERCAME ME WHEN I SAW WHO THIS FIC WAS ABOUT!! 💖💖💖 I have always loved both Goofy movies so much and I am absolutely loving the Max x Bradley apocalypse that’s happening right now ✨

"Would you..."

I'M BACK FINALLY, BABYYYY

JUST HAD TO GET HAPPY AGAIN AND FIND A FIXATION

Anyway this is a Maxley tickle fic

Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust III

I will also be writing Tank x Bradley, I like both ships

Lee! Max, Ler! Bradley

Don't worry, Bradley is gonna have plenty of lee moments in the future, he needs his shit wrecked

I gave them tails (._.) They're dogs, they get tails

Summary: Max and Bradley are having a horror movie marathon, and it starts a little game between them, which eventually turns into a much different, more one sided game

*cl-click... whiiiirrrr*

Max popped the tape into the player, and scooted back, sitting against the couch on the floor, while Bradley sat on the couch with his legs draped over his shoulders. He rested his chin on his head and fixed his eyes on the screen.

Everybody knew Max loved horror movies, but most people didn't know Bradley was much the same, on one condition.

"Does the-"

"No, I talked to Bobby, no animals die on screen in this one, just a pet bird that's already found in its cage, but they have a funeral for it."

Satisfied, Bradley rested his chin back down on Max's head as the movie started. He didn't like animal death scenes, but he was perfectly fine with people.

About half way in, he broke the silence between them. "If I got sucked into an alternate ghostly plane, would you come in after me?"

"Absolutely." Max's answer was immediate. He leaned his head back to look up at his boyfriend. "If I told you a man with knives for fingers was terrorizing my dreams, would you fall asleep and fight him for me?"

"Absolutely not," Bradley answered, earning a snort from Max, "The dream world was his world, and he had more power there, are you crazy? He'd obviously win. That's not even how it worked in the movie, they pulled him out of the dream and killed him in the real world."

"Okay well would you kill him in the lore accurate way?"

"Realistically, no I'd send Tank to do that, but for the purpose of this game, I'll say yes." He responded, his tail thumping against the couch, causing Max to start wagging his as well.

"My hero." Max mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the TV to finish the movie.

Sometime during the movie, Bradley started to twirl Max's ear around his finger and just mess with it, oblivious to the blush that had spread across his partner's face, or the way he tensed up and grinned nervously.

"Maximus, if I were a skeleton in your attic, would you help me rebuild my body to become alive again?"

Max normally would have rolled his eyes at the name 'Maximus' but he was a little too focused on the ticklish feeling in his ear. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up pushing Bradley's hand away with a giggly, "Quihit-"

Now this caught the fraternity leader's attention. Any chance he got to mess with Max, he took. "Oh? Ticklish, Goof?" He practically purred, tightening his legs over Max's shoulders to keep him in place.

Max's cheeks reddened. He didn't have an issue with being tickled.. It was his laugh he was self conscious about, since he inherited it from his father. Ever since he could remember, he'd practiced his laugh to make it sound normal, and not... Goofy.

"Bradley wait, my laugh-"

"I know, I've heard you before."

And with that as his warning, Bradley started to play with both ears, gently rubbing them between his fingers, while Max just giggled and tried to shake his head.

"Nohohoho, Brahad- Nohot my ehehears-" He tried to duck his head but that didn't do much, since Bradley just followed. His ears weren't necessarily 'bad,' but more of a 'sweet spot,' in the way they always got him giggling, blushing, and fumbling like he didn't know how to react.

"Oh not your ears? Would you prefer I move down here then?" He teased, releasing Max's ears and slipping his hands down under his arms. Max arched his back and squeezed his arms down against his sides, his tail going wild slapping the floor.

"Brahahahadley nohohoho!"

"Max, I can't hear the movie, calm down~ Why are you laughing so much, it's not a comedy~" He teased.

He released Max from his legs and got down on the floor with him, briefly wrestling with him to get him down, delighting in the way he giggled in anticipation.

"Brahadley my laugh, ihit's-"

"Shut up about your silly little laugh, I like it~ In fact, I want to hear the original, unpracticed version."

Bradley latched his hands onto Max's sides, his fingers wiggling into his sides while his thumbs dug into his belly.

Max tossed his head back and started to kick his feet against the floor, trying to shove at Bradley's chest, his laughter kicking up and becoming more boyish.

Finally, playful hands found his knees and squeezed.

"Nohoho! Hahahahahahyuck-" He slapped his hands over his mouth, his face going red. The only noise that came from him was his tail continuing to thump against the wooden floor.

Bradley stopped and laughed so hard, he had to lean down, pressing his head into Max's shoulders.

Max huffed, slightly amused by Bradley's reaction. "At least one of us enjoys it."

Bradley sat up, calming down, yet his grin stayed. "Would you relax? It's not as bad as you think. I can see why Roxanne liked it when you guys met."

The younger of the two groaned and covered his face. "It sounds so silly though."

Bradley grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to uncover his face. "That's what makes it so great, you goof."

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I'm not gonna lie, it took me a while to type the "hyuck" into the dialog because anytime I got close to it, I started laughing bc it's silly /pos

I think unique laughs are cute

Y'all get bonus points if you can name the horror movies I was referencing

[thisismysecondrodeo]

hi, big fan!! first and foremost, I agree that we do not talk enough about the hands of JS!! playing off that, would you consider writing a ted/reader fic where an extremely touch-starved reader is fascinated with ted's hands and playfully baits him into tickling them? those hands teasing and kneading in search of the best ticklish spots is 😳😳😳 a LOT and goofy silly playful theodore lasso is my kryptonite!! (thank you for your time and consideration!! I appreciate you!!)

AN: big fan I can't 😭 the fact that anyone reads and enjoys what I like is insane, thanks for reading and for the suggestion!

Rating: Mature

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Tickling, Dedicated to everyone that has a thing for Ted's hands lol, Touch-Starved Fic masterlist

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You and Ted had been on 4 dates so far and you knew after the first one that you couldn't wait to get him into bed. It wasn't that you only wanted him for sex—you enjoyed every second you spent listening to him tell stories, sharing bites of dinner, making him laugh and laughing in return—it was mostly that it had been a long time since you'd been in bed with anyone at all, especially not someone as kind and attractive as Ted.

Ted, however, wasn't making any sexual moves. Sure you'd kissed at the end of every date, but it was always public and relatively chaste, not nearly as heated as you'd like. Thankfully, though, he didn't leave you wondering if he was interested, his intentions were apparent: Ted was the kind of guy to court. To take things slow. To bring you flowers on your third date and put them in a vase for you after he walked you home. He was perfect and you felt almost insecure about how much you really wanted to jump his bones. Especially on a night like tonight, where the two of you were strolling in the cool night air, his long lithe fingers woven between yours. He gestured with his other hand as he spoke and you could take your eyes off the motion.

He's got the best hands, Jesus, I just want him to—

"Want me to what," Ted smirked, and your eyes widened as they moved from his hand to his face and you realized your inside thoughts were no longer inside.

"Ah, nothing! Nothing, what were you saying about—"

"What were you saying about my hands," Ted teased, holding his palm towards you like he was going to give you a high-five. You were so embarrassed you wished you could retract your head into your body like a turtle. Ted was smiling, but he could see how embarrassed you were and cut you some slack, "I'm just messing with you. What do you say we head inside, warm up and put on a movie?"

You smiled, gratefully nodding and Ted tugged you in the direction of his place. You willed your palm to not sweat in his and tried not to kick yourself for being so obvious that you wanted his hands on you. Though Ted had seemed nothing but pleased that you felt that way if his cheeky smile was anything to go by. And maybe it wasn't all in your head when he let you into his apartment that the two of you were physically closer to each other than you'd been before, a hand on your lower back as he ushered you into the kitchen, his chest against your back as he leaned up to get some mugs.

"Why don't you go find us something to watch and I'll make us some hot chocolate," Ted offered and you agreed, but turned back quickly to look at him.

"Extra whip cream?" You batted your eyelashes playfully and Ted grinned, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Yes ma'am."

You found a romance movie neither of you had seen and you settled into the couch, an arm's width from pressing your body to his. Everything in you wanted to set your drinks aside and climb into his lap but you restrained yourself—barely—and tried to focus on the movie.

Finally done with your drinks, you took the opportunity to lean forward and put your mug on the coffee table, leaning back ever closer to Ted's warmth. Ted pretended not to notice but moved his own mug to the side table, and rested his arm along the back of the couch.

In the movie, the lead guy was tickling his romantic interest, the two of them tossing and turning on top of an overstuffed duvet and you chuckled slightly.

"What," Ted asked, shifting to look at you.

"I always find scenes where someone is being tickled so...odd."

"Odd how?"

You shrugged blushing a little when you realized your silly observation had Ted's full attention, "I mean, I'm not really ticklish, so it all seems a little dramatic I guess."

"No way," Ted exclaimed and your eyebrows rose at his enthusiasm, "you're telling me you've never found yourself in the middle of a tickle fight, just gigglin' away?"

"No, but I take it you have," you laughed, the two of you now facing each other, the movie long forgotten. Ted raised a hand but seemed to think better of it, returning it to his lap. "Go on," you goaded him, "try it for yourself."

Ted's large hands immediately went for your ribcage, fluttering against your sides and it felt lovely but you weren't laughing. His hands went up towards your armpits and he watched your face closely, but just the expectation that he was waiting for you to laugh with that goofy, happy-go-lucky expression made you smile.

"Ah, ah, there it is," Ted pointed at your mouth with one hand, his other still on your side.

You shook your head. "No way that doesn't count! That's not a giggle. You're just being cute and I smiled!"

"Oh, I'm being cute am I?" Ted had a shit-eating grin and you looked away, unable to contain your affection for him, but he got your attention again. "What about here?" He brought his tickling fingers up to your neck, accidentally hitting a very sensitive spot. A high whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it and Ted raised one eyebrow.

Without a word, Ted leaned in and pressed his lips to the same spot his hands had found, just behind your ear and you gasped. He continued to press kisses along your neck as one of his hands moved down, "And what about here?" He kneaded his hand into your thigh, firm but not painful and you couldn't help but moan. You wanted his hands everywhere.

"Gosh, darlin', that's even better than ticklish," Ted sat up and grinned down at you, his eyes shining with lust.

"I'm glad, but you know I think I have a few more areas you might want to try," you flirted boldly and the two of you laughed as he tugged you off the couch and towards the bedroom.

[giggly-squiggily]

How Tough Are Ya? (Hardenshipping)

Heyo! So, this was a anon request that ended up getting eaten! My apologies for the wait friend- I hope this fic makes up for it!

Summary: Archie and Maxie want to know who’s tougher. Luckily (or unluckily-depending on who you ask) their admins think of a great way to figure it out!

It wasn’t often that the two teams got together. One could even say their likelihood in meeting up was next to none at one point.

That was before Maxie and Archie became a couple. Now they meet up daily.

There was some tension at first. Years of opposing each other wouldn’t fade away overnight. Still, once the admins got past their differences, the group found themselves forming into one big family.

And along with that, massive competitions.

“Wha- You think you’re tougher than me, Max?” Archie mock gasped at his smaller husband, a grin pulling on his lips when Maxie raised his chin confidently. “I know I’m tougher than you! Working with molten rocks and ridiculous heat makes you stronger!”

“There's no denying that.” Archie agreed, closing the distance between them with a smirk. “Though the sea aint a walk in the park either. You never know just what the ocean’s gonna do. I’d say that makes me tougher!”

“Sure, says the man who almost cried watching baby Popplios play.” Maxie teased, memories of his burly husband's reaction coming to mind.

“H-Hey! They’re cute! Plus, you’re scared of horror movies!” Archie countered, laughing when the redhead blushed.

“You still watch those goofy cartoons!”

“And you love chocolate chip pancakes!”

“Boy, boys, you’re both cute.” Shelly laughed as she walked over with Tabitha, boxes of research material in hand. “What's going on here?”

“Nothing new when it comes to our team leaders.” Courtney filled them in, Matt holding down his laughs at the random revelations made within the past five minutes. “The usual lovers quarrel.”

“Maxie here thinks he’s tougher! Can you believe this?” Archie asked, turning to the admins for help. “I’m clearly the tougher one here!”

“Pffft! Yeah right! You can ask anybody here, and they’ll tell you I’m tougher!” Maxie fought back, reaching out and lightly jabbing Archie in the side. The taller man yelped and jerked, making him laugh. “H-Hey!”

“Ooo, I got an idea!” Courtney suddenly exclaimed, putting down her notes with a mischievous glint. “A fair way to see who’s tougher between the team leaders!” She got up and bounced over to the pair, hands reaching out and jabbing them in the ribs with precise fingers. “Gah! Courtney!” Maxie yelped, shrinking away from the jab. Archie, already on guard, moved away in time. “H-Hey!”

“A tickle battle! Whomever lasts longer wins!” she announced, making the leaders blush. “Whoa now...That seems a bit extreme…” Archie tried to argue.

“Ooo, I can get into that!” Shelly jumped in, her eyes also glinting with mischief as she placed her materials aside. “Endurance is certainly a factor of toughness, don’t you think, Tabby?”

“I told you it’s Tabitha, but yeah!” The magma admin rolled his eyes at the nickname, but was smiling nonetheless. “We haven’t really heard Maxie laugh in awhile. This could be nice.”

“Tabitha! Shelly!” Maxie felt any hopes of escaping flee as he watched the admins grow excited. Archie looked no better, body on guard for any spontaneous attacks. “M-Matt! Help me out here!”

Matt held his chin in thought, eyes closed as he hummed to himself. Everyone watched on, waiting for his response. Finally, the man stood up, walking over to the pair. “I’m with Archie on this one. A tickle battle would be extreme.” He decided as he placed a hand on his leader’s shoulder. Archie started to smile.

“Without rules. No ganging up on one leader! Shelly, help me take this lug down!” Matt quickly yanked Archie into his chest, pinning him taking hold of his arms. “Matt! You traitor!” Archie cried, already giggling as Shelly closed in, wiggling her fingers. “Come here, Archie~”

Maxie didn’t have time to appreciate what was coming. He tried to run, but Courtney was faster, diving into his waist and pulling him onto the ground with her. “Get ‘em Tabs!” She cried, holding on to a squirming Maxie like a rider to a bull.

“It’s Tabitha!” Tabitha argued, but didn’t waste any time adding to the chaos. Taking advantage of Maxie’s squirming, his hands wiggled into his armpits with ease, earning a squawk of laughter from the redhead. “Noohoohohohohohoohohoho! T-Tahhahahahhhahahabihhiihihihihtahhahhahahah!”

A few paces over, Archie was fighting for his life not to laugh. Lips pressed thin and cheeks puffed, he squirmed against Shelly’s delicate fingers as they ran along his ribs and sides gingerly. “Come on, boss, you know you want to laugh! Give us a smile! A chuckle! A snort!” She poked and prodded with each request, worming her fingers closer and closer to his armpits. Just the thought of them there made Archie snort. “N-No! Shehehehehahhahahahahhahahahahahhaally!” That was it, Archie was laughing. “There it is!” She cheered, laughing along with him as she dug into his pits.

Back with Maxie, the redhead could barely think, laughing and squirming as four hands dug into his stomach and sides, drawing out helpless giggles and laughter from the usually stern man. “Aheahhahahahahahahhahhaha! Gahahhahahhahahahahaha! Cohohohohohoohrneehehehehy! Taahahahhhahahabahahahtahhahaha!”

“Just say the word, Maxie! Then it's all over!” Matt called from his spot, laughing at the squeaky giggles escaping the redheads lips. Archie himself was booming with laughter, squirming and twisting in his admin’s arms as Shelly went for every tickle spot she could reach. His cheeks were flushed a warm red color, eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he laughed and laughed. “Aww! Is someone a little ticklish? Is he? Hmm?” Shelly teased, grinning when Archie wheezed. “I think you’re getting close to giving up, boss!”

The battle was long and tiresome, but eventually, a winner was revealed.

“OHOHOHOOHOHOHOKAY! OHOHOOHOHOOHKAY! IHIHIIHHIHI GIHIHIHIIHIVE!” Maxie all but screamed when his admins targeted his back. At this point his face matched his hair, and his glasses were askew.

Immediately the admins stopped their tickles, letting their leaders recover from the spontaneous tickle attack. Archie fell to his knees, slumping over as he giggled himself silly. Maxie had curled into a ball beside him, tears of mirth dotting his eyes and a tired but calm smile on his lips.

“Hehe...heh...I wihin…” Archie got out, making Maxie snort. Around them, their admins were in a fit of giggles, delighted with the outcome. It wasn’t long before Maxie and Archie were joining in.

They'll certainly have to do this again.

I hope this was good!

[bimobuddy]

I've been fixating on A Goofy Movie/ Extremely Goofy Movie for about a week now, and I'm like this close 🤏 to writing a Maxley tk fic, bc my friend and I have been making tickle headcanons about them these past couple of days