#i feel like i'm a bit off on dohoe

[heretherebedork]

It's Juyeong clinging to Dohoe's father out of a desperation to still find that connection to Dohoe, to find that connection to the man he loved but also to the man who was abusive but who took him in, who beat him but did not leave him on the street or turn other people against him.

It's Dohoe pulling himself away from the brink of violence and escaping the life he most feared, trying to escapes the parts of himself he feared by leaving it all behind and knowing where Juyeong was but also knowing what he was doing and never going back.

It's both of them feeling betrayed and abandoned, both of them alone, both of them fighting the curse of the violence that haunts them. Because they are both haunted, each in their own way, by the violence done to them and the violence they did or almost did.

Juyeong tries to teach children what he learned but with kindness and excitement and joy. He tries to share what he found in taekwondo with them but also to show them kindness and care, to show them that they are worthwhile and worth kindness and tenderness and gentleness, all the things he was never shown except by Dohoe, to show them acceptance.

Dohoe left all of that behind. He saw the potential for violence in himself and pulled away from all of it, turning his back entirely on the concept itself. He made a different life, a different kind of life, one without the violence and without the need to forgive.

(They found joy in sparring but that joy was a small one, born of love that brought greater joy in many places and many ways and that joy is the joy they both lost, that joy of love and acceptance and tenderness and abuse stole that from them, the cycle of pain stole from them what could have been and now they must find a way to free themselves, to escape the curse of violence even the violence that they do to themselves.)

[lurkingshan]

Things I Can't Stop Thinking About in Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

My friends, we are in for a world of pain, Hwang Da Seul style, and I could not be more excited for her to hurt me. Her shows are always so beautiful and evocative and layered with deep emotion, and this one is no different. Here are some things that stood out to me from the first two episodes.

This show is giving us a classic character dynamic that Korea in particular seems to love: the persistent sunshine boy masking pain who insists on getting close to the closed off grump whose pain is right there on the surface for anyone who cares to look. I loved them both, as individual characters and as a pair, instantly.

Our tale appears to be taking place around about the mid-2000s, based on the technology, music, and drama references in these first couple episodes (h/t @dropthedemiurge). Both the main characters are serving as narrators of different parts of the story, and they seem to be looking back on this time from the future.

Juyeong captured my heart as soon as he started dancing with himself in the middle of the street, and my interest and investment in him only grew as we got more pieces of his backstory. The implication is clear that his sexuality is the reason for the fracture with his Christian pastor mother and why he was sent to this town to be "set straight" by an abusive coach. But he’s still in touch with her, speaking on the phone every day and promising he’s being good, even as he gives in to his desires (but not before removing his crucifix). He's a filial son who seems to be harboring a lot of guilt for disappointing her, and this whole situation feels very akin to being sent away for conversion therapy (and now I'm thinking about Love in the Big City again).

Dohoe feels all around more jaded than Juyeong, which is perfectly understandable given he was abandoned by his mother and left to live with an abuser in this town he hates. Not only is he putting up with constant beatings from his father, he is suffering bullying at school from a boy who used to be his friend until things got a little too gay between them. Anyone who had been hurt by as many loved ones as he had would be justified in trusting no one, so it's telling that he let Juyeong in as quickly as he did. Dohoe radiates loneliness and he was dying for someone to see him.

It feels notable to me that both Dohoe and Juyeong came to this connection knowing they were gay and having already had bad experiences because of it. It's rare that we get two characters in a bl romance who both Know (h/t @bengiyo).

The romance in this show is so well written, I was already screaming into my pillow within two episodes. I tell ya, nobody delivers romance writing like Korea when they decide to be serious. The little ways Juyeong and Dohoe see each other, the way they pay attention and notice each other's mood and health, the way they go out of their way to bring each other a bit of happiness. Dohoe's journey to secure Juyeong's weird ice cream! Juyeong making snow for Dohoe (snow is one of THE biggest signifiers of love in kdrama language)! And on top of that, they communicate with each other. As soon as it's clear their attraction is mutual, they start talking about it. They confess (Dohoe in a more tortured manner, and then Juyeong after removing the symbol of his mother's oppression). They discuss where in this damn town they can safely make out with each other, and go do that! Perfection.

The tone of this show is also pitch perfect. The dojo and taekwondo scenes, along with the presence of Dohoe's father, root us in a kind of toxic masculinity that feels stifling. We feel transported back in time, in a setting where the accents and scenery are different from the usual drama fare, in a place where Dohoe and Juyeong don't fit in but also can't escape. Every moment feels anchored in both a warm nostalgia and a cold dread, because we can feel something bad coming even as Dohoe and Juyeong experience moments of happiness together.

Hyeonho is an interesting character. In some ways, he's very stereotypical: the bully who is battling his own internalized homophobia by punishing the ones he likes, and is now even more activated by his jealousy. But I do find it notable that he seems unwilling to let Dohoe get too hurt. He won't beat him himself and instead gets his little gang of thugs to do it for him, and he also stepped in (literally, he put his foot between Dohoe's head and the pavement) to make sure Dohoe didn't get irreparably injured. I'm not sure what to make of him just yet.

The references are everywhere in this show! HDS loves to reference both her own works (especially Where Your Eyes Linger and To My Star 2 in these first episodes) and other classic kdramas, along with making ample use of remixed versions of common kdrama romance tropes. It would probably be impossible to catch them all on a first viewing (a great excuse to rewatch).

Sending a plea to the universe and @troubled-mind to deliver the music on this soundtrack to me; it was so beautiful and perfectly used in these first two episodes.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

found family!ler!Marc Spector and lee!reader. you can pick any scenario, with cuddles in it

Tickle Hug

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thank you for your patience while I get this done Anon ❤️😅 I'm sorry it took a while to get to completion ❤️🥲 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

"I'm gonna get ya!"

You squealed as you ran into the living room. The sound of Marc's footsteps pounded behind you.

"Tickle tickle Y/N," the older knight teased.

"No! Dohon't say thahat!"

Marc followed you in your path around the coffee table. "Why?"

"You know whyhy!"

"No." The eldest cut off your path. "I dohohon't."

"Eeek!" You turned the other way and tried to run away, but Marc managed to wrap you in a bear hug from behind. "Ah! No!"

The eldest knight scooped you up. "I'm gonna get you Y/Nnnn!"

"Noho!" You tried to squirm out of Marc's arms. "Lehet mehe go!"

"No can do Y/N." Marc sat down on the couch with you in his arms.

"Eep!"

"You look too cuhute." Marc wrapped you in a hug. "And that means yohou hahave to be tickled!"

"Nooo!"

"Yeeeees." The older knight began to spider up your sides. "Yohou knohow thehe rules."

You broke into a stream of giggles. "Noho!"

"Ahall cuties muhust be tickled upohon ehentering the apartmehent."

"Thahat's juhust aha lihie!"

Marc moved up to your ribs. "A lihie?"

"Yehes!"

"Why would Ihi lihie?"

"Soho yohou cahan tickle uhus!"

Marc spidered up and down your ribs. "If you guys weren't so precious, Ihi wohouldnt hahave to make thehe rule."

You tried to retort but each word became swallowed up by all of the embarrassingly bubbly giggles filling the living room.

"See? Yohou cahan't deny iiiit."

"Shuhut uhup!"

"Whyhy?" Marc smirked as he tickled your top most ribs.

"Shut uUUUP!"

The older knight wiggled his fingers into your armpits. "Do thehe teases make yohou more sensitive?"

"NOOOOOOHO!"

"I think they doho. Yohou're little face is ahall reeed."

He wasn't lying. You could feel the heat pouring off every part of your flustered face. "MEANIHIE!"

"Awww, aham Ihi being mean to the little babyyhyhy?"

"NOT AHA BAHABYYYYYYY! NAAAH!"

Marc had switched from tickling your armpits to blowing raspberries into your neck. The switch made you squeal and snort as he continued blowing them around your neck then onto your collarbone. "MAAARC!"

"Yeees?" The older knight "innocently" asked in between the berries.

Another snorty filled squeal left your mouth. "JEEEHEHERK!"

"Oho Ihim a jerk nohow?" Marc blew a raspberry on the other side of your neck.

"AHEEE! YES!"

"Do you want me toho stohohop?"

You stayed quiet.

"Not even juhust aha liiiittle?"

You bit your lip.

"See? Absolutely adorable!" Marc exclaimed before he rushed forward to nuzzle your neck while his fingers danced along your sides.

The sudden attack had you squealing and melting into a red faced pile of laughter. Although you wished you could smack the grin right off Marc's face, you were enjoying the moment. It felt good just to laugh and giggle in Marc's arms as he playfully tickled you.

"Stop being so precious!" Marc growled into your neck.

"NAAAH! YOHOHOUR BEHEARD!"

"Ihi dohont have aha beard."

A snort slipped out of you. "YOU HAHAVE FACIAL HAHAIR!"

"And?"

"SQUEE! TICKLES!"

The older knight pulled away and flashed you his signature smirk. "Oh?"

You hid your bright red face in your hands as you turned into Marc's shoulder.

"Awww, hiding are wehe?"

You didn't respond.

"Ahaw cohome on now Y/N." You felt Marc's hand spidering on to your tummy. "Dohont hide from me."

You kept your head hidden in Marc's shoulder, small giggles slipping out at the ticklish feeling.

That's when Marc's hand started poking in a circle on your tummy. "Round and round the garden like aha teddyhy behear."

You squeaked.

Two fingers walked down your tummy. "One step."

You tensed.

The fingers moved farther down. "Twooooo step."

You held your breath for half a second.

Then suddenly, Marc's full hand dug into your lower tummy. "Ahhhhh tickly under thehere!"

"Squeee!" You rushed your hands down to grab Marc's wrist. "Naaahahaha!"

"Thehere yohou ahare." The older knight stopped his tickling and rubbed his nose into your cheek. "My little Bahambinoho."

"Nohoho!" You pushed on Marc's chest. "Nohot aha Bambinoho!"

"Yehes." Marc squeezed you close. "Yohoure my Bambinoho."

You stuck your tongue out at the man.

"Ahand yohoure aha goofy Bambino." The older knight ruffled your hair.

You whined. "Not myhy hahair!"

"Looks better thahat wahay."

You slipped under the hand and wrapped Marc in a hug. "Love yohou."

The older knight returned the hug. "Love you tohoo kihiddo."

For a brief moment, you two enjoyed the hug. The only sound filling the room was your residual giggles as you recovered from the tickle attack.

[someone1348]

forgive me if I'm doing this wrong lol but could I request the rottmnt brothers tickling the reader after they realize the reader has been dropping hints that they want to be tickled?? love you fam 💜💜💜

HIII! I'm so sorry this is so late but I hope you enjoy regardless my friend!

I think im running out of gifs so if we get repeats I apologize lol!

Anyways!

The people in this: Lee!Reader, Ler!Turtles (Sepreate! And Established relationship!)

G/N (gender neutral) reader as always! :]

(N/n)= Nickname

Tw: wearing a crop top, other than that none but this is a tickle fic so if you don't like it, don't read it! :] /pos

With all of that being said Enjoyy!

-K :]

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Leo!:

It started with some light poking. When he didn't budge to that, you stepped it up a bit to little scribbles and when THAT didn't work you decided to lay across him and see what happens.

"Clingy day, huh? Well, lucky for you! Leon's a huge cuddle monster!" He wrapped you up into a beautiful hug, which if you weren't in this situation would have felt like heaven, but it really made it worse. His hands were so close to your tickle spots, but so far!

You let out a sigh as he tilted his head when looking at you in question

"What's up baby?"

"Nohothingg"

It finally clicked, after all of that time! How did he not see it before! That confused face turned into a smirk quickly as he started to lightly trace your sides "Lee mood?"

"Leheo!"

"I've got you giggles~" he began to skitter his tickly fingers all over your tickle spots, satisfying what you've hinted at all day!

"Im gonna getcha'!~" He giggled along with you as he moved to your worst spot

"LEHEHEOHOHO!"

"Hehey! You asked for this!" He smirked blowing a quick raspberry to your tickle spot, continuing until he's seen you've had enough, rubbing the ghost tickles away "How are you feeling now giggles?~"

"Behehetter"

"I'm always happy to help" he smiled and pulled you in for another Leo hug.

All you've wanted all day was to get wrecked. You woke up, and it started, that all to well known feeling spread across your body as you sighed. 'What to do?' You thought to yourself as you weighed your options.

You choose your loving boyfriend as your target. He was easy to crack, just mess with his stuff and bam! Tickle city here you come!

You smiled walking into his lab to pay him a nice vist "Heyy D!"

"Afternoon Dove, what a treat, you stopping by" he smiled putting his goggles back on and went back to work "Unfortunately I am busy though dove if you don't mind waiting I will be with you in a moment"

You nodded before smirking 'no way! It's go time!' You quietly waddled over to your boyfriend starting with easy pokes

"Dove" he warned you as you continued moving on to gentle scribbles

"Ihi am very busy dove! What has gotten into yo-" it clicked as he smirked, what gave it away was you picking up a peice of tech off of his desk

"If you wanted tickles dove, you could've just asked" His smirk grew as he used the two robot hands to place you onto his lap as he began to scribble all over your tickle spots

"You're lucky im such a nice boyfriend, I could've made you ask but I didn't~" he continued moving to your worst spot "Tickletickletickletickle~"

"DOHOHONNIEHEHE!"

"Satisfied?"

"YEHEHES!"

"Excellent" he smiled rubbing the ghost tickles away "Now if you would patiently wait over there giggles I will be with you in just a moment"

"Wihill doho!"

This lee mood was extreme. And desperate times calls for desperate measures! You threw on a cool looking, loose crop top and went over to your boyfriends house.

It was a beautiful day in New York so if anyone else asks about the crop top it was the perfect excuse. Having some of your tickle spots exposed though did not help the situation.

You announced your presence as you entered, and your teddy bear of a boyfriend came running!

"(Y/N)!!- wOahh!" He looked at what you were wearing, and his smile got even bigger "YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE!" He pulled you into a spinning bear hug before putting you down gently

"Thank you Raph!" You gave him a gentle poke to his side but nothing worked. He just giggled and asked if you wanted to watch a movie.

Halfway through the movie you ended up letting out a sigh. He caught it fast and paused the movie. "Are you okay (n/n)?"

You nodded as a blush spread to your face it finally clicked "Oohhhhh!" He smirked as he looked at you again "I should've known from the minute you walked in here!" He giggled before scribbling all over your tickle spots

"RAHaHapHie!"

"Tickletickletickletickle Dawwww the tickle monsters got you now giggles!" He smiled moving to your worst spot

"RAHAHAPH!"

He giggled along with you "You're too cute (y/n)" he stopped once he saw you've had enough. Rubbing the ghost tickles away he held you close,

"Ihim sorry I didn't see it sooner"

"Yohou're all good Honey, I'll try to ask next time, key word, Try!"

'Video games! It was the perfect plan!' You thought to yourself as you challenged Mikey to a Mario kart race.

You had woken up in a lee mood, and it only got worse by the minute! You set everything up perfectly, poking him to throw him off, several rounds and nothing worked even when he lost he was so supportive.

Eventually, you sighed, giving up the sharade. He caught on fast, his confusion turning into a smirk "Does someone want ticklesss?"

His comment did not help, your face got red as you giggled out his name "Mihikey!"

"Come here giggles!-" He wasted no time wrapping you up in a tickle hug, scribbling all over your tickle spots on the now shared bean bag chair "Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIhiKEHeY!"

Mikey giggled "You're so cute! Ah! You make my heart soar (n/n)!" He was being genuine before moving to your worst spot

"MIHIHIKEHEHEY!"

"Dawww my little giggle bug!" He continued until he saw you've had enough "Okahay okay, feeling any better cutie?" He rubbed away the ghost tickles and held you close

"Yehes, thahank you Mihikey"

"Anytime my muse Anytime!" He turned the game off and cuddled you the rest of the night until you had to unfortunately go home.

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I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you all enjoyed it too!

You are loved, you are valued, you are important and you will always be more than good enough! Have a great day everyone you truly deserve it! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[radio-navlee]

Buddy Noah!

There’s not enough total drama tlk content.. so I caved in and made my own🤘🏻I loved Noah’s and Owen friendship! It’s so cute, especially in TDRR dude that melted my heart😖

Lee: Noah

Ler: Owen

Sure Total Drama was a reality show, but its not completely reality. See, the Total Drama producers had a schedule. Just so everything ran smoothly, they would film challenges on Tuesday, on Wednesday they would film extra stuff for filler, Thursday through Friday they would go through and edit the footage, and Saturday to Monday, the campers would have the days off. 3 days off just to cool down, that's it.

Noah sat on the bottom bunk, knees curled up to his chest as he flipped through the pages of the book he held Infront of him.

"Buddy Noah, are you just gonna read the whole time? You gotta learn to have fun!!" Owen joked nudging him as he walked by.

"If having fun means making a fool of myself on nationals television? Then no thanks I'm good." Noah groaned not taking his eyes off the pages.

"Aw c'mon buddy-" Owen whined, making Noah's eye twitch at the word 'Buddy' "-loosen up a bit!"

"Unlike you, I have a life outside of this show, so no I am not going to 'loosen up'" Noah said, extending his legs and using air quotations around 'loosen up' with his fingers.

“You gotta laugh a little! Be happy! People are gonna think you’re just a sarcastic..and no offense when I say this… a-hole!” Owen said taking Noah’s book and setting it to the side

“Hey! I was reading that!” Noah growled

“Noah, I can see right through you bud!”

“Yeah, no really it’s fine! Just take my book out of my hands why don’t you! I didn’t even see what page I was on!” Noah still annoyed at Owen previous action

“What I see, is a lovable, soft, teddy bear of a man underneath your cold outside persona.” Owen said smiling putting a hand on his shoulder

“..You couldn’t be more wrong.” Noah said looking up at him, shrugging his shoulder to try to get Owen off

“Cmon show me a smile!” Owen teased

“I think I see a smile!” Owen said is a voice making Noah cringe a bit

“We’re in a cabin, not an elementary schools picture day!” Noah rolled his eyes

“Smile for me Noah!” Owen said now poking at him

“Hey! Stop THat!” Noah jumped trying to push Owens hands away

“I see a smile~ I see a smile!” Owen sang now poking faster

“Dohont touch meHa!” Noah covered his month in order to stop anymore giggles from escaping

“Aw is my little buddy Noah ticklish?” Owen laughed, he stoped poking to see if Noah would give his an answer

“Gehet! Away frohom me!” Noah tried to sound angry but his body wouldn’t let him,

“Yeah yeah! You don’t sound like you mean it,” Owen said

“I- I did mean it!” Noah recovered fixing his voice to sound more like himself

“Sure” Owen smirked digging his fingers into Noah’s sides and scribbling over his stomach

“GAH- EAHAhahahHa!” Noah’s laugh was so unlike him, it was low but high pitched, it was loud but quiet at the same time

“Dohohont tihihihahickle mehehehe!!” Noah squirmed

“Now you’re smiling!” Owen said moving up to his armpits

“OWENOWENOWENOWEN!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Noah begged, laughing and screaming like he was being murdered, kicking his legs agents the bed

“alright alright” Owen let up, removing his hands from Noah

“Nehever! Doho that eveher again!” Noah threatened catching his breath

“Ah, but you enjoyed it!” Owen teased. Noah glared at him for a while, he then broke up into short giggles and snorts.

“Noah?” Owen asked confused, Noah realized what was happening and fixed himself up real quick.

You know when you just told a stupid joke and you look at a friend to see if they got it, but you both just stare at each other for a while until you start laughing? That’s what was going on. Something in Noah’s brain kinda went wonky after being tickled. It flipped a silly switch in his brain making him un-sarcastic, more friendly.

“Ach-em, Sorry.” Noah apologized, now feeling awkward as ever, he grabbed his book Owen put aside and started flipping through the pages to see where he felt off

“Sorry? Buddy you don’t have to be sorry!” Owen chuckled, making Noah feel more embarrassed

“Whatever, just, don’t talk about this to anyone? Alright! I don’t need people thinking I’m some sort of push over! You take this secret to your deathbed!” Noah said, back to his sarcastic tone

“Alright buddy! Whatever you say!” Owen smiled

( AA its kinda short and confusing, whateves! Alr luv yall!🩷)

[cookiepie11]

Playful "interrogation" (Style tickle fic)

Warnings:

This is a tickle fic (strictly sfw both characters are kids)

I am shipping Stan and style

Contains feet tickles

Some swearing (I censored them a bit :>)

"cmon Kyle, I know you have a crush, everyone at school is arguing about who it is!" Stan said to an annoyed and flustered Kyle

"I do not have a fucking crush!" Kyle yelled his voice going up a defensive tone

"Then what's with the blush? Huh" Stan teased

It was true Kyle had a big crush on someone. God knows how anyone found out but no one actually knows who it is. Kyle didn't really want his super best friend to know his crush so he was VERY embarrassed about the situation.

"shut up Stan!" Kyle said and hid his embarrassed face "quit teasing me a$Shøle I don't have a crush"

"hmm am I gonna have to make you tell me, Kyle?" Stan asked and wiggled his fingers towards his flustered friend, making Kyle's face go around 3 shades of red, darker.

Kyle felt his heart beat fast at the sight and he knew what was coming for him. He'd been tickled by Stan a ton of times and I mean he couldn't really say he disliked it.. oh what am I saying he loves been tickled by Stan but this time was different because he knew that he had something to confess.

"nohoo Stan don't" Kyle giggled backing into the corner "can we just move on from this whole thing I don't have a crush and tic-...doing that isn't going to make me feel any different.."

(Kyle can't say the t word to save his life)

"nope dude I'm not letting you get away so easy, b1tch" he teased and pounced on his red haired "friend"

"stahan nohoho this is so gahay" Kyle laughed and tried to squirm out of his crus- best friends's grip failing.

"I haven't even started yet" Stan laughed with Kyle and felt his face become warm and he hoped his blush wasn't noticeable

"JUST DOHO IT ALREADYY" Kyle yelled because he couldn't take the anpicitation (I can't spell)

"really dude? You want tickles that bad? Wow" Stan asked and started to claw at the giggling boys sides

"nohoho DUDE STOHHOP" his giggles turned into a loud boyish laughter

"hmm you gonna tell me your crush??" Stan asked but he didn't really care about that anymore he just wanted an exscuse to tickle Kyle :3

"noho dude I dohont have on- NAHAHA STAN NOT THEREE QUIT IT" he was cut off by Stan lifting up his shirt and Tickling his belly quickly

"dude tell meeee" he pleaded and tickled his ribs

"NOHOHO I DONT HAVE ONEE PLEASE STOPIT" He yelled and shook his head frantically making his hat fall off.

Kyle rarely took his hat off which Stan didn't get because his hair is so damn fluffy.

"ehehe I guess you want me to tickle right here don't you?" Stan asked and scratched his ears

"NOHOO PLEASE I CANT F#CKING TAKE ITT" he laughed and wriggled around like his life depended on it.

"just tell me your god damn crush then!" Stan said and smiled at his adorable "friend"

"NEHEVEERR! DUHUDE F#CK OFF" he cursed and forget to deny that he had a crush

"DUDE YOU DIDN'T DENY IT YOU HAVE A CRUSH!" Stan gasped and continued to tickle Kyle's bright pink ears "cmon you can tell me, I'm your best friend Kyle"

He was more genuine and less teasy when he said that last part.

"NAHAHA I HATE YOUU" Kyle yelled not really meaning it "STAHAPPP"

"ouch dude that really hurts my feelings" Stan joked "you know that was mean of you i think you deserve a punishment"

"NOHOHO IM SORRY" Kyle giggled he'd been tickled by Stan too many times to know what was coming

"too late Kyle" he teased and grabbed the extremely Flustered boy's foot and Tickling his toes

"NAHAHAHA STOP YOU ABSOLUTE A$$HOLE PLEAHEASEE?"

"don't worry I'll stop after this dude I don't wanna kill you" Stan said telling the truth

"BUT I DIDN'T TELL YOUHOU IT?"

"I don't really care who your crush is ,well maybe a little, I just wanted to tickle you lol"

"YOUHOU BAST@RD"

After a few more minutes Stan stopped leaving Kyle slightly disappointed but happy he could finnaly breath properly.

"you okay dude?" Stan asked and put his hand on Kyle's stomach (Kyle was laying down in a puddle of giggles)

"yehes, dohont touch meheh" he giggled still feeling phantom tickles on his stomach due to the light touch

"Oop sorry" Stan said and laughed a bit. He always loved seeing Kyle so giggly he found it so cute.

"I hatehe youhou" Kyle said and grabbed Stan's hand and held it.

"your litteraly holding my hand dum@ss" Stan said and laughed

"my crush.....is....you.." Kyle whispered

WOOO cliffhanger should I make a part 2?

That took alot of motivation out of me so don't expect another long fic anytime soon 😭

Tell me what y'all think maybe I'll write more south park someday

[franklyshipping]

Festive Fiend ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

FESTIVE FIC NUMBER TWOOOOO! This prompt is from the lovely @lappyisgaming Wilford is looooving the festive season, buuut ends up getting a bit stuck….and a certain writer tries to assist in any way that he can….LETSA GOOO!

Wilford had never been happier. The radio was on with Fairytale of New York playing at a medium volume, and Wilford was traipsing about the living area with bundles of tinsel in his hands. He was on a mission. To make this place a damn festive wonderland. Dark had begrudgingly just allowed Wilford to do what he wanted, because when it came to festivities there was NO way to stop Wilford from having his way. So there he was, silver, pink, and red tinsel in his arms as he draped them over furniture and window sills and around light fixtures; he really was in his element.

“-and the bells were ringin’ out, for Christmas Day…..”

Wilford warbled along with a wide grin as he reached up to wrap some crimson around the small chandelier in the centre of the room, he could only just reach. The rest of the unused tinsel was pooled at his feet haphazardly, which was Wilford’s main mistake.

‘Come ooooon…..get…..get up ya piece o’-AHA!’

Wilford suddenly exclaimed as he flicked one end of the tinsel up and thus succeeded in decorating the hub of light, rather beautifully actually. Wilford went to turn around and shuffle towards the couch…..which was when he slipped. The floor was carpeted, but since all the tinsel was under his feet it meant that any small sense of balance the man might’ve had was wrecked.

‘Now the-FUCKING SANTA SHIT!’

Wilford exclaimed as he wobbled before falling to the floor on his back, but he thankfully wasn’t injured in any way. Wilford was just glad that no-one had been there to witness his clumsiness; he sat up fractionally to look down. Crap.

'Oh ya gotta be kidding me……’

Wilford wriggled his legs and feet about, but he couldn’t move them otherwise due to how literally ALL the tinsel was now wrapped and tangled round his ankles and calves. Wilford hurriedly went to reach for knotted tinsel, but then jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat at the doorway.

'The Host wonders if Wilford is alri-’

The Host trailed off as he perceived Wilford’s predicament, and he couldn’t help but smile gently; something like this was bound to happen. Wilford felt a little bubble of embarrassment when he caught the Host’s smile, but he tried to shake it off.

'Ahhhh hey there Hosty! I uh, I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a pickle…..’

The Host paced forward, his arms were lightly folded at his chest as he fought back a gentle snicker.

'The Host noticed…..this sort of scenario was not entirely unexpected.’

'Hey!’

Wilford exclaimed, but he was grinning as the Host’s smile widened too. The latter tilted his head gently, his voice held a hint of amusement.

'May the Host offer his assistance?’

Wilford grinned, letting out a light chuckle as he placed a hand on his chest.

'Oh I would be most grateful.’

The Host let out a huffed laugh as he went to sit next to Wilford’s ankles, his hands immediatly going to feel the tinsel and begin trying to un-knot it. Wilford out a light sigh as he went to lie on his back, which made the Host snicker as he muttered.

'The Host never knew that someone could be so prone to chaos…..’

Wilford felt himself grin cheekily, letting out a small giggle as he replied.

'Why thank you!’

The Host withheld a sigh as Wilford boyish giggles filled his ears, he could feel the joyous waves coming from him and bounding round the room; it was quite lovely.

'That wasn’t a……oh never mind…..’

Wilford spluttered and giggled more at the Host’s light groan, and he leant up to peer at him as the latter fiddled with the tinsel which was still haphazardly tangled.

'You were totally complimenting me! Admit it!’

The Host pursed his lips, but Wilford could see him smiling despite him bowing his head.

'The Host would never do such a heinous thing…..’

Wilford gasped audibly, and switched his tone to that of light indignance when the Host chuckled a little.

'Yoooou’re a little liaaaar! You know you love me Hosty!’

The Host sighed, shaking his head as he flicked one of Wilford’s soles with a light mumble.

'You are unbelievable frivolous….’

Wilford was about to ask what the hell “frivolous” meant, but he ended up letting out a rather loud yip as his foot jerked. He couldn’t help it! The lightest…..sensations there could really affect Wilford. Wilford felt little fizzles of nerves build up when the Host paused, his head tilting to face him as he spoke curiously.

'The Host….wonders what prompted Wilford to make that noise?’

Wilford gulped a little and tried to play it off, waving one of his hands as he replied…..extremely quickly.

'Oh that? Pffft it was nothing, aaaabsolutely nothing….’

The Host listened to Wilford carefully, picking up on the nervous speed of his words and the strong insistance, the Host thought for a moment bfore he smiled. Of course. The Host shifted so that Wilford’s feet were in his lap, as said man fiddled with his hands….oh no.

'The Host thinks…..that it is Wilford, who is the little liar.’

Wilford shivered, unable to hide an embarrassed smile at the Host’s gentle tease; it was just enough to make him feel jittery.

'N-no I’m not! I-I’m not I s-swear!’

The Host felt a wave of satisfaction at the sound of Wilford’s stammers, and he couldn’t help but see it as rather cute; his innocent nerves were so pure and adorable. The Host felt his own smile widen as he placed one hand on Wilford’s ankles, grasping the tinsel so that Wilford couldn’t move them.

'Yes Wilford…..I think you are.’

The change in the Host’s speech was enough to throw Wilford off guard, so when a single finger dragged down Wilford’s sole he let out an unrestrained squeal.

'N-noho Hohohost d-dohon’t doho thihis!’

Wilford started to giggle continuously as the Host’s finger dragged all the way from the base of his toes, over the ball and down the sole where it reached his heel; the Host would give it a little flick before continuing back up. It was an evil cycle.

'Goodness Wilford, I’m barely touching you…..you must be ever so ticklish….’

Wilford felt his cheeks heat up as he giggled, attempting to tug at his ankles….but it was no use. The Host didn’t hold back his cheeky grin as he kept up the slow touch, loving Wilford’s reactions.

'Shuhuhut uhuhup! Th-thihis ihis meheheeean!’

Wilford whined with a few little squeaks as he moved to cover his pink cheeks, letting himself lie back on the carpet as he squirmed.

'But I'm hardly doing anything? Really Wilford, you do overexaggerate sometimes…..’

The Host trailed off with a fake sigh, which only made Wilford giggle harder; especially when he added more and more fingers to Wilford’s sole until all five were tracing and dragging.

'Nahahahat thihihihis tihihiiiiime! Hohost c'mohohohoooon!!’

Wilford wailed through his squeaky giggle fit, which was almost bordering cackles as he clenched his fists; his cheeks were more red than pink now.

'You’re really not making much sense Wilford, if you want my help then you’ll need to sort out your coherency.’

The Host knew he was being slightly cruel with his nonchalance, but it was so much fun teasing Wilford and making him blush with a few simple words; the opportunity to embarrass Wilford was a rare one, and the Host wanted to take advantage of it. He knew that Wilford didn’t really mind though, it was Wilford’s worst kept secret. 

'Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohohou!!’

Wilford banged his fists against the floor as he giggled hysterically, constantly trying to curl his toes and tug at his feet; which made the Host let out a small chuckle, he couldn’t keep up his ignorance.

'Is that really any way to speak to me Wilford? Particularly due to the position you are in…..’

The Host’s voice seemed to dim into a low purr as his words trailed off, and it sent a chill down Wilford’s spine as he gulped with a wide, nervous smile. Wilford’s giggling was loud and bubbly, and it flounced round the room as the Host’s fingertips danced on his soles; the single hand now alternated between both soles which kept Wilford guessing, as well as yelping.

'Ihihihi’m sahahaharry!! J-juhuhust gehet mehe ohout ohof thihihis!!’

Wilford stammered and whined as he tugged harder at his ankles, which still showed no hints of budging. The Host meanwhile raised an eyebrow, and grinned as he elected to scratch at Wilford’s heels which made him snort and cackle rather raucously; the Host spoke over the noise teasingly.

'Mmm, I did say I would assist…..but you’ll have to ask me nicely, and politely. Or I might just keep you here.’

Wilford’s cheeks were red from embarrassment as the Host’s words melted in his ears, since when was the Host so damn good at teasing?! As Wilford threw his head back in mirth, the Host merely snickered as he pondered on what to do next; he hummed as his fingertips moved up to scratch at the balls of Wilford’s feet. Wilford noticed.

'OHOHOHO GAHAHAD NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE HOHOHOST!!’

Wilford exclaimed with a loud squeal as he scrunched his feet, but it didn’t do any good against the Host’s onslaught; said man chuckled gently, observing Wilford’s reactions was rather fun.

'Oh but why ever not Wilford? Your reactions are adorably intriguing, I can't help but want to hear more......'

Wilford's cheeks had surpassed the shade of crimson by this point, and through his cackly laughter he wailed with jittery indignance.

'NOHOHOHOHO THEHEY'RE NAHAHAHAHAT!!'

The Host tilted his head at Wilford curiously, smiling gently as tears began to build in the corners of Wilford's eyes as his hands busied themselves with covering his burning cheeks. Although Wilford's words did vex the Host. How could Wilford not see how amazing and cute his reactions were? As the Host's fingertips lazily scratched up and down Wilford's soles to give him a light breather, the Host focused on Wilford. Ah. Of course. Wilford's utter embarrassment was what hindered him, and it seemed that referring to him as any such term like ''adorable'' made it worse. Intriguing indeed.

'Oh but I assure you they are, your laughter and unrestrained noises reflect your unabashed joy, and your flush only cements your flusteredness and your clear enjoyment at what is being done to you.'

Wilford was encased in giggles as the Host's words melted in his ears and made him shiver. When the Host said something, anything, it would always have more meaning; now was no different. Wilford could feel fizzles and butterflies shooting through his system as he squirmed and peeked through his fingers.

'Shuhuhuht uhuhup! Y-yohou're m-mahakihing ihit w-wohohohorse!!'

As soon as his words left his lips, Wilford found himself gasping and yipping nervously as the Host's movements came to a halt. Wilford's heart was rampaging as one of the Host's hands went to un-scrunch his toes....oh god. The Host faced him with a deft smirk as a single word flew from him.

'Good.'

Wilford emitted a purely ungodly screech as he felt the torturous, scratching sensation under his toes. It was partially delicate, and yet so intense that it made Wilford arch his back and cry out.

'AHHHHHHHHHH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'

He was gasping and squealing as his whole body thrashed, and the Host kept his touch meticulous as he fluttered and tickled every little inch of ticklish skin that the area had to offer. Except he wasn't using his fingers. Just by chance, one end of the tinsel wrapped around Wilford's ankles was just able to reach round.....so the Host took advantage of it. He worked it underneath and in-between the toes, and even spared a few little flicks to the toes themselves which made Wilford snort and wail beautifully.

'Tickle tickle tickle.....you poor sensitive thing, this must just feel maddening.'

It did. It really did. The Host chuckled as he exploited Wilford's sensitivity for a few moments more, feeling elated at how desperate and yet how incredibly happy Wilford was amidst his torment.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHE!!! GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT AWAHAHAHAHAHAY!!!'

Wilford was close to his limit, his mind slowly beginning to crumble at the relentless sensations.....who knew a simple decoration could do so much? Well, Wilford certainly knew now. The Host grinned, knowing that Wilford wouldn't be able to take much more so he withdrew the tool carefully and let it flop to the floor as Wilford gasped and let his body flop on the floor; he was rather exhausted. The Host kept facing him as he muttered.

''The tangled tinsel became easily undone around Wilford's ankles, so that he would have no difficulty removing it and regaining his mobility.''

Wilford blinked a few times as he felt himself able to shift his feet and shins, and he slowly sat up so that he could yank the bindings away and bring his legs towards him so he could hurriedly hug his knees. There was a brief moment of silence. Wilford looked up towards the Host, who still bore a gentle smile; the moustached man narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger at him.

'You.....are an evil little fiend!'

There was barely five seconds before both men burst into laughter, the Host chuckling softly with a hand over his mouth as Wilford's bubbly giggles bounced round the room. The Host's dimples were on show as Wilford's eyes shone, and the former grinned widely as he replied.

'The Host aims to please.'

Wilford spluttered and shook his head, narrowing his eyes for a moment before jumping to his feet and looking down at the Host; he smirked and offered him his hand.

'And you always do. Now c'mon I need décor feedback!'

The Host chuckled again, allowing Wilford to pull him to his feet as he launched into a vivid description of what he'd achieved so far. The Host already knew, he already knew exactly what he'd done and where. But he let him ramble away because it was better. The Host may have been able to see all, but seeing something through the eyes of Wilford Warfstache was always that bit better.

FIC COMPLEEEEETE HOPE YA LIKE IT AAAND I LUUV YOUS XX

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Hi! A follower asked me to draw young Peter finds out that Yondu is ticklish, but I can't do it right now, can you write down a fan fic of this, please? I'm very curious about your interpretation, I just ask for a father-son playful moment ^_^ thank you!

You draw stuff??? Holy crap, that’s cool! I’m not in contact with many artists. But I’m honored to write something that you couldn’t draw :) I hope you like it! 

Do you take requests, then??? I don’t wanna pressure you or anything I just think artists are so super cool

“Yondu?” 

“What is it, boy?” Yondu looked up from his arrow that he was polishing and sharpening. 

“I’m getting kinda bored. Do you wanna do stuff with me?” a young Peter Quill asked, leaning against the wall facing Yondu. 

“Go away,” Yondu shook his head, not having time for the kid. 

Peter pouted, “What about the stuff at the control deck? You promised you’d teach me how to fly the ship sooner or later. We could do that.”

Yondu paused his polishing and he had to grin, huffing out a short laugh. He looked at Peter and set his arrow aside, “I did say that, didn’t I? Hmph…”

Peter didn’t wait very patiently for an answer from Yondu and the kid groaned childishly, “We can do anything you want! Just something? Please?”

Yondu stared at Peter and he gave him a crooked grin, “Anything? Are you asking me to play with you, Quill?”

A blush rose to Peter’s cheeks and he huffed crossing his arms across his chest, “If that’s what you wanna call it, then yeah.”

“Ahaww. Well, ain’t that precious,” Yondu chortled, “I’ll play with ya. But on my terms,” and he stood off his chair and grabbed Peter. The Terran yelped and struggled at first, not knowing what Yondu was doing.

And the Ravager leader made sure to check the surroundings before showing his playful side with Peter. He’d kill anyone who saw him like this. Yondu pulled Peter into his lap and plopped back down in the chair he was in.

“Y-Yondu, what the hell!?” Peter exclaimed.

“Watch your damn language, boy,” Yondu smirked before holding Peter still and scratching fingers across the kid’s belly. Peter squirmed some more on the elder’s lap and he burst out giggling. 

“Yohohondu, wahahait! Come ohon, this isn’t whahahahat I wahahanted to doho!” 

“Well, it’s what I want to do. Teach you a lesson about interruptin’ me,” Yondu jested, scrabbling all ten of his fingers up and down Peter’s sides and ribs. Peter hung on either side of Yondu’s lap nearly limp but still squirming, laughing joyfully. 

“NAHAHAHA! YONDUUU! Hahahaha nohohohoho!” Peter snorted and he struggled his way off of Yondu’s lap, landing on the floor. 

Yondu sniggered and he looked down at Peter, “Need anything else, Quill?”

Peter panted and he rolled his eyes at Yondu, sitting up, “Youhu’re so mean to me.”

Yondu shrugged, “Yer annoying, ‘s not my fault. Now go on. Go entertain yourself some other way, boy,” he waved Peter away. 

Peter looked disappointed. He liked Yondu when he was in moods like these, when he could feel comfortable around him and not terrified. Still, he stood up and obediently nodded, “Yessir,” before running off. 

Yondu watched the kid go and he sighed, going back to work on his beloved arrow. That kid could be a handful sometimes. 

Since Peter’s minor disappointment, he made it his duty to bug Yondu more than usual, even around the crew if need be. 

Yondu was getting more and more annoyed slowly, so he knew he had to confront Peter about it eventually. But they were working on gathering information for a new item hunt, so he was busy. 

Peter saw Yondu walking through the ship’s hallways towards the cots, probably to take a nap since he’d been overworked. The Terran bit his lip to stifle a giggle and he ran up behind Yondu, grabbing his sides as he yelled, “Boo!” 

Yondu let out a yelp, and a more uncharacteristic flinch when Peter grabbed him. Peter wondered what that weird reaction was exactly, since it was obviously more than fear. 

But he had little time to think before he was lifted into the air by the collar of his jacket, “Quill! What in the hell do you think you’re doin’!?” 

Peter stared right back into Yondu’s threatening eyes, but he was practically fearless once he put the pieces of the puzzle together, “Ahare you ticklish, Yondu?” he asked with a smile. 

Yondu floundered, still keeping his mean face on long enough to process the question. But Peter reached an arm out to goose Yondu’s ribs, making the blue man yip and drop Peter to the floor.

Peter beamed and he started giggling, “Nohoho way!” and he hopped to his feet, starting to poke and prod at Yondu, pushing the adult backwards as he tried moving away from the offending hands.

“Y-You better stop it, boy. I swear I’m gonna eat you!” Yondu growled to appear more menacing. 

But Peter, now knowing for a fact he had the upper hand, merely grinned and replied, “Yeah? How’re you gonna eat me when you’re busy laughing?” and he got an opening, slipping past Yondu’s arms to tickle his sides with his small fingers. 

Yondu barked out a laugh and he pushed at Peter. He palmed the boy’s face to get him to back away, but the kid licked his hand in response to that. Yondu retracted his arm, “Quihill! Yahaha cheating bahahastard!” 

Peter giggled with glee, holding Yondu up against a wall and digging into the somewhat soft belly. Yondu prayed to anything that no one of his crew passed by while this scene was going on. He laughed against his will, and in all honesty he could have gotten out of this and reversed the attack on the young boy. But he saw Peter looking so happy and victorious that he didn’t have the heart to ruin his fun. Well, not for another few minutes at least. That was enough glory time. 

With a rush, Yondu lifted Peter into the air and he carried him a couple of steps to his own bed, throwing him into it.

Peter laughed and he tried scrambling from the bed. But Yondu pinched his knee and all was over from there. 

Peter kicked, squealing when Yondu thoroughly massaged his blue thumbs into his developing hips, “AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!” 

Yondu chortled his crooked yellow teeth gleaming with pride, “You don’t tell anyone about this, ya hear me, boy?” 

Peter nodded and his laughter drew silent. Yondu switched tactics, grabbing the kid’s ankle and yanking his sneaker off. 

“NOhoho! Yondu, dohohon’t! I won’t tell, I prohomise!” Peter was still giggling before he even did anything. But Yondu didn’t listen as he scribbled his fingers all over the boy’s sensitive, soft sole. 

“YONDU! ACK!” Peter erupted into more laughter, squeezing his arms around his aching stomach, “Ihihihihit tihihihickles!” he snorted, “PleheHEHEASE!” 

Yondu grinned and he let up after tickling under Peter’s toes. He relinquished his hold on the kid’s ankle and smiled at him as he recovered from the attack. 

“Whehen…” Peter coughed briefly and sat up, smiling at Yondu, “When I grohow up, I’m gonna get you back. And I’ll be stronger than you, so you can’t get out of it. Mark my words,” he stuck a finger in Yondu’s face, giggling afterwards.

Yondu smiled kindly and he pulled Peter in by his neck, giving his hair a good ruffle, “You ain’t ever gonna overpower me, boy. Get used to it.”

Peter squeaked and he sniggered while struggling, pulling away with his hair a mess, a big smile on his face. He leaned up in the bed and hugged Yondu before pinching his side again and running off. Yondu groaned, holding his hand to his side. He shook his head, watching Peter turn a corner down the hall. That damn boy wasn’t gonna let him live this down.