#ler! skeppy

[fluffallamaful]

gogy getting tickled by whispers 🥺

[doodlenbugs]

Lee!BBH and Ler!Skeppy ? 17. “Giggle one more time, I dare you.”

Thank you Kaseyyyyy <3

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While renovating their shared house, Bad actually managed to pull off a troll.

And a really good one at that! Skeppy was proud! But at the same time how dare Bad get him like this.

It was still very harmless; Bad managed to dye pretty much every dyeable block Skeppy was using an unflattering pink! Not that Skeppy had anything against the color, it's just NOT the color he was building with. He needed blue!

As Skeppy busied himself with dying everything back, the silence was once again broken by the annoying giggles of his friend next to him.

"Would you shut up!" Skeppy pouted and looked over at Bad where he sat at a nearby crafting bench.

Bad only laughed harder, "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I just can't help it. The look on your face hahahaha-"

Skeppy looked unamused, "Giggle one more time. I dare you."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry okay okay I'm done.." Bad covered his mouth to stop his giggles. He didn't wanna actually hurt Skeppy's feelings. But it was still so funny! Another titter escaped, right through his fingers and into the ears of his friend.

Oops.

"Alright! That's it!" Skeppy pounced followed by the squeal of a demon being tackled.

"Wahahahait! Ihihihi'm sohohohorry hahahaha!" Bad laughed out fully now. But this time it was not from the humor of the situation, but more from the diamond fingers digging into and tickling his sides and tummy.

"You find this funny now? Huh Bad? Isn't this hilarious?" Skeppy smirked as he kneaded into his best friend's ticklish skin. Dying back his belongings would have to wait.

[dumbstuffsstuff]

HUH?!

Hypothetically huh?? The fact he had to slip “hypothetically” in there.

Sorry Bad imma have to disagree w you there.

[fandom-changer]

A Visit with scp-999

Lee!BadBoyHalo/Ler!Skeppy

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Skeppy opened the door and walked down the driveway.He opened the mailbox and picked up a letter. "Hmm?" He opened the letter and read. "SCP foundation visit?" Skeppy said, thinking. "Hmm, I have a fun idea.." He walked up the driveway and opened the door.

"Bad! Come here real quick!!" He yelled. "Coming Skeppy!!" Bad got up from his chair and walked to the door where Skeppy stood. "Yeah? Whats up?" He asked. "You wanna go to the SCP foundation?" Skeppy asked, holding up the letter. "Oh? Sure i guess!" Bad opened the door and ran outside.

They were driving in the car, 10 minutes away from the SCP foundation. "Oo! Can I play a song?" Bad asked. "I guess" Skeppy answered. Bad connected his phone to the car and hit media. He started playing a song. "Its muffin time!" Started playing on volume 23. "Really bad?!" Skeppy laughed.

They pulled into the parking lot and walked into the large building. "This is so cool!" Bad exclaimed as they walked around. A woman in a suit met with them suddenly. "Hello! You must be Skeppy and BadBoyHalo, right?" She asked. "yep! Thats muffin head and me!" Bad said. "HEY!!" Skeppy hit him lightly with his arm." "Ihihihim sorry!" He laughed.

She walked them around and showed them all the SCP's. She talked about them. "Oo! Pretty!" Bad said as he looked at SCP-096. "Dont look at him for long." Said the woman. They kept walking until they got to a room. "This is one of the only scp's you can interact with. Go ahead in, I have to go for like, half an hour. " she exclaimed. She opendd the door and walked off. "Huh, whats this one?" Bad asked. Skeppy looked at the door and knew his plan was gonna work.

Bad looked around when he heard some light squeaks. He jumped back and walked around frantically. "are we gonna die?!" he yelled. A orange blob suddenly crawled towards him. He screamed and jumped into Skeppy's arms. "and you said you werent a scaredy cat, i was" Skeppy laughed. "I-shut up.." Bad flustered.Skeppy put him down and he backed up.

The orange blob danced towards him, and he was really worried. Suddenly, the blob jumped onto him and pushed him down. It laughed and bad started to smile. "whats this feeling I feeeEEEEEELL!!!!!" Bad was interupted by a vibrating feeling. He felt this tickly feeling everywhere. He looked down.

The orange blob had covered his entire body neck to shoe. He was embarrassed but couldnt hold back his laughter. "WHAHHAHAHAHAHAT IS THIHIHIHIHIS?! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" Bad yelled, trying to move. Skeppy smiled and blushed at his demon friend kicked and fought.

"SKEEHEHEHEHEHEPHEHEHEHEHEEY!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!!!" He laughed. "I CAHAHAHAHAHANT DOHHOHOHOHO THHIHIHIHIHIS MUCH LONGEHEHEHEHEHER!!"! "Sorry bad, I like this." Skeppy laughed. The blob got up and slithered to his food bowl, full of candy.

Bad was out of breath. Skeppy walked over to him and held his hand out. "Thanks.." He said, panting. Skeppy walked him to the door and left. The woman came back then. "Oh! did you guys have a good time?" She asked. "Yeah" Skeppy answered. "999 tickled the shit outta muffin man over here." She laughed and bad glared at skeppy.

They walked outside and got in the car. Bad didnt talk half the ride before asking if he can play his song. "You know, I bet I could get more laughter outta you at home~" He smirked. "WHAT?! NONONONONOONONONONO PLEASEEE" He whined. Skeppy just smiled.

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An hour this took, but I feel like I made it shorter than intended.

Thanks for reading!

[wishitweresummer]

Happy Muffinversary guys!!!

So He Is Ticklish! (Skeppy x BadBoyHalo)

Word Count: 762

(This is my first ever fanfic btw. Eek.)

     Skeppy and Bad love living together. They have a good set up with the streams so that they can't hear each other if they are both streaming. Skeppy made it that way obviously. He needs to keep trolling, it's a staple of his channel.

Around a month ago Skeppy found out that Bad was extremely ticklish. Skeppy has always been stronger and more over the top, this was just another thing he had over Bad. Bad had no chance of getting his hands free when Skeppy pinned him. Sneaking up behind him and grabbing at his sides all the time. Bad was just starting to think of ways to get him back when things changed today.

Bad was running a little game on his server for a stream when Skeppy somehow found a way to get OP on Bad's server yet again.

"Skeppy!!!", Bad hollered while leaning away from the mic. Skeppy's little Minecraft character flew by his screen and he had the wooden axe of destruction. "No!! Is he streaming?", he groaned. The chat exploded with different responses. "That muffin!", he yelled and hurriedly started to try fixing what Skeppy was destroying. Yelling about 'the muffin' the whole time.

     The area under almost all the participants in the game disappeared and they all fell to their death.

"Oh my goodness!!!!!", Bad screamed. He could swear he could almost hear the faint sound of Skeppy's crazy laugh from the other sound proofed room, but he couldn't be sure. This went on for a while. Eventually they got on teamspeak and Skeppy annoyed him more. The chats on both streams egged them on. They've both learned how to play up the playful anger and teasing.

     Soon it became late and Bad's stream ended. He closed everything up and made his way out of the room just to find Skeppy leaning against the hallway outside of his recording room. Bad brightened, knowing they would order some food and have a good rest of the night.

"Any ideas for what I should title that video?", Skeppy smirked at Bad. His playful teasing act not dropping at all.

"Video?", Bad's asked surprised, closing the door to his recording room behind him. "Skeppy! You muffin you have to tell me when you're recording! We've been over this a hundred times!", Bad threw his hands up as he ranted.

     This is what Skeppy wanted. He smirked and stepped in closer, squeezing Bad's sides.

"Shut uuuup!", Skeppy whined out dramatically as he attacked Bad's sides with tickles. Bad almost collapsed as he squealed, taking a step back and bumping into his closed door. He gasped in panic and squeezed his eyes shut, for the first time ever reaching out blindly to Skeppy's rib cage and tickling there.

     The grabbing at Bad's sides ended quickly as Skeppy leaped away with a yelp. Skeppy realized suddenly that he hasn't been tickled since he was really young and didn't realize how ticklish he was. He really hated that feeling. Bad watched carefully now as the panicked boy took a few steps back and rubbed at his own ribs.

"Did you want to get wings tonight?", Skeppy asked. Bad laughed at the obvious voice crack.

"No, what was that?", Bad grinned and cornered Skeppy quickly. He poked and squeezed wherever he could grab. Skeppy quickly fell back against the wall and broke into that crazy laughter, slapping away at Bad's hands as he slid down the wall. He wailed dramatically. Neither boy could believe how ticklish he was. Bad crouched down and got at his ribcage again, tickling fast, making sure to get in between each rib. Skeppy screamed and lost it, flopping onto his side on the floor and squirming wildly, pushing weakly at Bad's hands.

"Darryl!!!", he cried out. Bad stood up fast, thrown suddenly by hearing his actual name. Skeppy stared up at him wide eyed, his arms wrapped around himself as he giggled. "I...I didn't know I was still ticklish.".

"You are very ticklish.", Bad emphasizes the 'very', laughing as he wiggles his fingers threateningly down at the squirming Skeppy. He flinched.  "I've never seen you like this!", Bad went on excitedly, "You are so done for now! Whenever you troll me in Minecraft, or tease me! That's it!". Bad leaned over him and poked into his tummy, sending the boy into embarrassingly frantic giggles as he crawled backwards across the floor against the wall.

     Bad had never seen Skeppy so nervous and giggly. He looked scared. Bad grinned and held out his hand.

"Also yeah, let's order in some wings.".

(Art is by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )



[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Summer Day 6 - Free Day!!

hellooo everyone!! pardon the fact that this is a week late lmao

this is gonna be for day 6 of @wishitweresummer ‘s lee!george event!!! if you haven’t heard of the event, you can click here to see the original post or here to see the tag of other people’s works for it <3 it was a very eventful week, everyone say thank you to summer for hosting it 🎉🎉

this is gonna be for the free day prompt, and i decided to use an idea that’s been sitting in my fic ideas list for ages for the occasion!! it was written in my list as “lee!george with ler!badboyhalo and george cannot take bad saying nice things about him at all, especially during tickles” so that’s what this is lmao, it’s pretty short and sweet this time

thank you again to summer for making this event <33 it’s been very fun so far

lee!george, ler!badboyhalo, just under 2k words

enjoy!!

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“Okay, I’m going down to the kitchen, I’m hungry,” Skeppy announced as he stood up from the uncomfortable wooden stool he’d been sat on for way too long, stretching out his sore back before making his way out into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving George and Bad alone in George’s office. George mumbled something in response, acknowledging Skeppy’s departure and waving at him, still focused on his computer screen. Bad let him work for a few more moments, watching as he closed out of unneeded tabs from the stream and began the process of downloading the VOD for later editing and uploading, before he spoke again.

“George, can I tell you something, seriously?” He asked, his tone kind, and George looked over at him with attentive, wide eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at the wording.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, glancing back at the screen to be sure everything was going well before leaning back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair.

“I know you’re gonna roll your eyes at me for this, but I just wanna say I’m really happy you’re here now,” Bad said with a smile, earning a scoff from George as he shook his head and looked away.

“Okay– shut up,” He dismissed, leaning forward to pay attention to the computer screen again. He clocked through applications aimlessly, scrolling up and down, then going back to the downloading screen, growing more antsy as Bad continued.

“I’m serious! C’mon, I’m being serious,” Bad pressed, reaching forward to grab George’s shoulder and pull him away from the screen, making him slump against his chair and cross his arms over his chest. “I really am happy for you, honestly. I know firsthand how frustrating it is having to wait for something like this for so long, and now you’re here and you get to hang out with the people you love in real life, and that means I get to meet you in person as well. And that’s really cool,” He explained, earning very brief eye contact from George, who glanced over at him halfway through his point. His eyes softened instantly, the hand on his shoulder squeezing reassuringly, before he shook his head once more and gave Bad the eye roll he was expecting the whole time.

“Ugh, whatever. Just– shut up, you’re being an idiot,” George complained, trying to roll his shoulder to push Bad’s hand away.

“Hey,” Bad pushed further, his voice stern but calm. “I just wanted you to know I’m proud of you.”

“Oh my god,” George grumbled, sliding further down in the chair before shoving himself up to sit straight and bringing one foot up to rest on the edge of the chair, his other leg bouncing nervously under the attention. “Okay, cool, whatever, this is dumb.”

“You’re being dramatic, and I know you’re only being difficult and rude because you’re just as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

“Not true, I hate you.”

“You love me. I can see right through you.”

“You’re stupid, I never want you in my house again.”

“So next time you’ll come to mine?” Bad teased, calling his bluff, and George’s words caught in his throat as he couldn’t figure out another temperamental rebuttal. He grumbled, a pout on his face. “Exactly. You know you can’t lie to me about this stuff, you little muffinhead, I know you too well,” Bad said with a smile, and the hand on George’s shoulder jumped up to flick his earlobe, making him flinch and jerk his head to the side.

“AH–! Why do you keep doing that?!” George scolded, reaching one hand up to cover his ear as he leaned away from his friend.

“Because it’s the easiest way to get your attention, and it’s cute that you’re ticklish there,” Bad replied simply, as if he was just talking about the weather, and not actively making George’s head feel like it was about to explode. “Now tell me you’re excited everyone’s here.” He reached up and poked his ear again, able to swipe over the top of it between George’s fingers, making him flinch again.

“I’m not– stop!” George’s cheeks had quickly turned bright pink, and he could feel the heat radiating off them as he pressed his hand tighter to the side of his head to cover his ear, instinctively tensing his shoulder up for extra protection.

“You’re not what?” Bad asked, but they both knew exactly what part George was responding to.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not ticklish there? Okay, sure,” Bad said sarcastically, shoving George’s hand away to quickly swipe his ear again, making him yell out and push further into the arm of the chair to get away, using his other hand to cover it now.

“No! It just– I told you it just feels weird.”

“Yeah, it feels weird because it tickles, George,” He said, like it was obvious, like George was the silly one for not saying it.

“Shut up!” George whined, instinctively flinching when Bad took his hands away to scoot his own chair closer, expecting another attack. Bad couldn’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the arm of George’s chair and pulling him closer instead, the wheels making it much easier. “Stop it!” George complained, pushing his foot on the floor and stopping the movements.

“Are you gonna admit you’re excited?” Bad asked as he leaned in, putting one leg over one arm of George’s so he couldn’t push himself away.

“No!” George yelled, pushing at Bad’s knee with both hands to get his leg off the chair, but he only responded by swinging his other leg up as well, fully holding the chair in place. George scoffed, leaning away and holding onto the opposite arm, keeping his distance in case Bad tried to pull anything on him.

Obviously, it didn’t work very well– not that he intended for it to.

“Okay, suit yourself,” Bad teased, quickly flicking George’s ear again to distract him and make him reach his hands up, only to interrupt his movements by latching his hands onto George’s sides and squeezing.

“WHA–!” George squealed, his entire body curling in on itself, his hands launching back down to grab onto Bad’s wrists, too caught off guard to properly shove him away. “BAHAHAD?!” He managed through his laughter, not expecting the sudden change whatsoever.

“You know what you have to do,” Bad said again, and George shook his head, leaning forward in his chair as his knees curled up.

“Nohohoho!” He refused, and Bad giggled at how giddy he sounded, his toes tapping against the metal base of the chair as he barely tried to squirm away.

“Aww, George,” Bad cooed, speaking in the exaggerated faux-British accent that he always did to make fun of George, and George groaned through his laughter, squealing as Bad’s hands moved up to pinch and claw at his ribs instead. “Poor little silly Georgie.”

“Shuhuhut UHUP, Bahahad!” He complained, his fingers shaking as they wrapped around Bad’s wrists, but between the weakness from being tickled and the urge to clamp his arms down, he couldn’t keep that hold for very long.

“You can do it! Just say, ‘BadBoyHalo, I’m very excited you’re here to spend time with me’ and this will all be over,” Bad used the same exaggerated accent to make the example, making George groan in flustered frustration again.

“Noho wahahay!” George shook his head as he curled up more, leaning forward and hoping to force Bad’s hands away. Instead, though, they just moved further out, and his thumbs pressed into the sweet spot at the base of George’s ribs as his fingers scratched a little too close to George’s spine for comfort. George squealed, throwing one hand over his mouth to muffle the sound as his body straightened up immediately, his next words flowing out without much thought. “AH– okay! Okahay, okahahay, okay! I’ll sahahay ihit, don’t– dohon’t do thahat agahahain–!” He pleaded, and Bad withdrew his hands in an instant. He gave George a second to catch his breath, grabbing the pair of headphones that had been hanging around George’s neck since the stream ended and placing them on the desk, before resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, looking at George expectantly.

“…I’m waiting.”

“Okay! Just– ugh…” George said with another eye roll, and his body slumped back against the chair once more. He pulled both legs up onto the chair with him, knees together and resting against one arm as his shoulders touched Bad’s knee. Practically second nature, Bad reached out to brush his fingers through George’s hair, taming the slightly messy pieces that had gone out of place from his squirming. He let out a loud sigh, looking down at the chair as his toes curled against the edge of the seat. “I actually am, though, like… you know that, right?”

“I do,” Bad confirmed, and George’s shoulders relaxed at the understanding, nodding slightly. “I still wanna hear you say it, though.”

“Ugh, c’mon!” George groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, making Bad laugh. There was a moment of silence, before George’s head fell to the side, his temple resting against Bad’s knee. “I’m excited you're here…” He mumbled, barely loud enough to hear, and clearly not good enough for Bad.

“What was that?!” He said, louder than necessary, yelling just to get a rise out of George– which he very much did, as the younger boy squirmed in his seat and looked up at him incredulously.

“Shhh! Oh my god, quiet!” He scolded, making Bad laugh at him once again. “Look, just–“ He let out another sigh, relaxing back again and dropping one leg, swiveling the chair side to side as he played with the hem of his shirt. “I’m really excited you’re here. I… I appreciate you wanting to– like… I dunno… I appreciate you, like, taking time to– to stay here and everything… or whatever…”

“Yeah?” Bad asked, playing with George’s hair again, resting his hand on the back of his neck as he nodded.

“Yeah. It, like… it means a lot, so… thank you…” George finished awkwardly, venturing a glance upwards when he was met with no response, but dropping his head back down when he saw Bad’s overjoyed smile. “Whatever, be quiet.”

“You’re so sweet, you little muffinhead,” Bad said as he ruffled George’s hair, making him giggle and reach up to protect himself once again. “Thank you for saying that. I’m excited to be here too,” He said, earning a sweet giggle and nod from George as he settled back down.

“Good…” He muttered, his face still burning, but his body feeling more at ease after everything was over with. He slid his arm under where Bad’s legs rested on the chair, letting it rest on the arm of the chair as he leaned against Bad’s knee again, sighing softly as Bad kept his hand in his hair and let him relax. The room was silent for a moment as he did so, and George honestly felt like he could’ve taken a nap if Bad had let him.

But, apparently that was too big of an ask for him.

“…Especially since I can do this now,” Bad said, and suddenly there were fingers scratching at George’s exposed ear again, the hand in his hair keeping him in place even as he squealed and squirmed.

“AH– nohoho!” George squealed at the sudden sensation, unable to twist his head away this time, making it that much more unbearable.

This was going to be a long, long visit.

[fluffallamaful]

bonus clip: bbh and skeppy scheming

[slimeylee]

I LUUV THIS FIC SO MUUUUCHHH LEE SKEPPYYY DDD:

ive read this fic at least 903847 times :((((

/vposss!!!! this is one of my favssj

bads so wholesome as well "this is such a cute tickle spot!" "you're ticklish! omg you're ticklish!" i want this treatment from a ler :[

-slime

Summary: Badboyhalo attempts to tickle Skeppy, only to find he's not ticklish. Bad desparetly tries to test spots, Skeppy is beginning to feel very confident before Bad stumbles upon an adorable spot while cuddling...

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Skeppy sat on Tommy and Tubbo's bench, reading a book and keeping the nervous thought in the back of his mind that Tommy might see him and shoo him away from the spot. It wasn't Skeppy's fault that Tommy and Tubbo's bench was the spot with the prettiest view. Skeppy sighed happily as he physically lost a lot of the tension in his body, turning a page in his book. He heard quiet footsteps behind him suddenly, and he immediately tensed before hearing a familiar sly giggle and he smiled fondly before relaxing again to let his best friend, Bad, have his fun.

"I gotcha!" Bad exclaimed before placing his hands on Skeppy's sides and tasering them.

Skeppy gave Bad a lazy smile, "Hi Bad." he answered fondly.

"Wait- Why aren't you laughing?" Bad asked, obviously dissapointed that Skeppy wasn't giggling.

Skeppy rasied a brow without looking up from his book, "Hm?" he hummed.

Bad huffed before sitting down at the bench next to Skeppy and crossing his arms, "Nevermind..." he muttered.

Skeppy laughed at the display before setting his book down to give Bad his full attention which always brightened Bad's mood.

"Did you try to tickle me?" Skeppy smirked.

"Yeah!!" Bad yelled with false anger.

"I think you'll find that I'm not ticklish." Skeppy explained calmly with a proud smile on his face.

Bad narrowed his eyes, "No way thats true, you're a dishonest muffin, y'know that Geppy?"  Bad declared.

Skeppy seemed appauled by the very idea that he was lying, "I am not!" Skeppy insisted.

Bad scoffed, "Prove it then."

Skeppy, very confident in his unticklishness, stood up and held out his arms, "Go ahead, TRY to tickle me!" he put emphisis on the word 'try'.

Bad stood up with enthusiasim, "You'll regret letting me try because DreamXD know's you're ticklish!"

Bad dug his fingers into Skeppy's armpit's, expecting a ticklish scream but met with a blank face. Skeppy didn't even bat an eye. Bad's eyes widened before scrunching up his face, this reaction only feeding his desire to prove Skeppy wrong. Bad started to kneed his fingers into Skeppy's stomach, becoming desperate when he didn't even feel a change in Skeppy's breathing.

"No, forget this I'm trying your feet." Bad grumbled, upset that nearly every spot he knew of wasn't even making Skeppy crack a smile.

Skeppy laughed, "Your really getting that desparate?"

Bad made an unamused face at Skeppy, causing Skeppy to role his eyes fondly, "Fine, fine, I'll let you try my feet but only to humor me at your pathetic attempts." Skeppy mocked Bad while putting on a snoody accent, aware at how cocky he was presenting.

Skeppy took off his socks and shoes, right there in the middle of the server just so Bad could tickle Skeppy and proceed to fail miserably.

Bad sat on the bench, deep in though as Skeppy put his socks and shoes back on. Skeppy looked up at Bad from his place on the grassy floor, his proud smile fell a bit when he saw the dissapointed look on Bad's face.

Skeppy joined Bad on the bench awkwardly and the two sat in silence until Bad finally spoke up, "Can we cuddle?" he asked with pleading eyes.

Skeppy smiled, rolling his eyes fondly as he spoke, "Awe, alright.."

He joined Bad on the left side of the bench and Bad wrapped his arms around Bad. Skeppy closed his eyes in contentment before his eyes flew open when he felt a strange...tingling feeling on his palms.

He absolutely loved the feeling, but still couldn't help but squirm. Bad raised a brow at Skeppy, unsure if he was hurting Skeppy, but smiled when he heard giggles pouring out of Skeppy.

"Ehehehhhe- wh-whahhahat ahare you dohoing?!" Skeppy whinned through his giggling.

"You're ticklish! Oh my goodness, you're ticklish!" Bad celebrated as he gripped Skeppy's wrist softly, and traced the lines of Skeppy's palm with his other hand which caused Skeppy to squirm even more.

"Nahahat t-tihihcklish, nohahat tihickl- AAAIHIHEHEHEEHE!" Skeppy squealed, erupting into uncontrollable high pitched laughter as Bad gently ran his claws(which were thankfully to dull to hurt) down Skeppy's forarm.

"Aww...Skeppyy!...This is such a cute tickle spot!" Bad coo'ed, his voice going higher in pitch as he spoke words of endearment.

Skeppy gave up squirming and just melted into Bad's side, at this Bad felt his heart warm up, he decided to let up on Skeppy's forarm and started to draw on the back of Skeppy's hand with a single claw. Skeppy slowly gained his energy back, squirming lightly as little titters spilled from him.

"Alright, I think I've given you enough of a break." Bad announced teasily with adoration laced in his tone.

Bad hummed hard over what to do next before leaning down to Skeppy's ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "Tickle tickle, geppy.."

Skeppy's laughter immediately picked up again, he scrunched up his shoulders out of pure instinct as he burried his flustered face into Bad's shoulder.

Bad only laughed, " 'I'm not ticklish', he says." Bad teased lightheartedly.

Skeppy's laugh became desperate and Bad knew he'd have to stop soon, but he decided to end it with a bang. Bad started to run his claws up and down both of Skeppy's forarms, pairing the motion with him nuzzling into Skeppy's neck.

"Hihihieheh- *snk* kAHAhAahA!!"

Bad decended into laughter as well, "Did you just snort?" he giggled.

"Yehess! Stohohop.." Skeppy whinned through his laughter. Bad smiled at the endearing sight.

"Awww, alright I'll stop." Bad's tone was filled with adoration for his giggly best friend as he rubbed away the ghost tickles on Skeppy's forarms.

Skeppy continued to giggle even then, amusing Bad to no end.

"How in the world can a muffin be so darn giggly!?" Bad teased playfully, only making Skeppy giggle more.

Eventually Skeppy calmed himself down, although once he was brought back to reality he was even more sensitive to teasing...

"That was adorable by the way." Bad mentioned smugly.

Skeppy blushed and rolled his eyes, "Oh hush.."

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yo🧍‍♂️

so so sorry for my sporadic posting, im finally thinking about posting a lilll more frequently.

[wishitweresummer]

I think so much of mcyt content is tickle-coded, it’s why so many of us in the community are obsessed with them.

Tell me why it kinda sounds like bbh is gonna wreck skeppy 😭

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Judith Grimes

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Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Carol Peletier

Rosita Espinosa

Paul (Jesus) Rovia

Enid

King Ezekiel

Aaron

Connie

Kelly

Juanita (Princess) Sanchez

Michael Mercer

Gabriel Stokes

Noah

Lydia

Jerry

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Daphne (Bridgerton) Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Francesca (Bridgerton) Sterling

Gregory Bridgerton

Hyacinth Bridgerton

Penelope (Featherington) Bridgerton

Kate (Sharma) Bridgerton

House of the Dragon

Simon Bassett

John Sterling

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacearys Velaryon

Lucearys Velaryon

Helena Targaryen

Baela Targaryen

Rhaena Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Rhaenys Targaryen

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Can i have some skephalo with lee bbh and ler skeppy¿ (platonic) 👉👈

With the promp 22 and 14

~👻

I’ve never written for skephalo so this is probably absolutely horrid but 🧡

Why are you giggling? Wait you’re ticklish?!

Skeppy and Bad were meeting up for the first time ever in real life! It was so exciting but also nerve wracking for sure, things went well though skeppy got bad from the airport and back to his house and even happened to meet a few fans along the way which was a nice surprise!

Anyways they made it back to skeppy’s house and had been just hanging out watching tv casually, almost cuddling when skeppy gets up to get something to drink... Bad instantly gets a clingy feeling in his chest and asks “where are you going?!” Skeppy “I’m just going to get a drink” Bad pouts and stands in his way “no stay in here with meeeee” Skeppy laughs and says “I’m just gonna get a drink and I’ll be right back” He grabs bad’s sides to move him, causing bad to jump giggling...

Skeppy raises an eye brow raises and he asks “why are you giggling” skeppy then sees bad’s blush and suddenly it clicks “wait, you’re ticklish?!” Bad’s head snaps up to look at skeppy “W-whahahtt noho....” still giggling slightly as skeppy’s hands rest on his sides... skeppy nods and says “right... so you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Skeppy begins squeezing bad’s sides with purpose now making bad squeal and fall into light laughter as he half heartedly squirms trying to escape “EEEE ssskkkheheheheheppppyyy!” Skeppy smiles happily “Aha! So you are ticklish! That’s so cute bad!” He stops and goes to get his drink but notices bad’s pout “what’s wrong did you not like that? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable” Bad shakes his head lightly “no no no it’s not that... you uh.... you didn’t have to stop....”

Skeppy smiles as he gently tackles bad to the ground sitting on his wait “so what you’re saying is you liked it?” Bad’s blush turns a brighter red as he says “Well- I- I- didn’t say that exactly...” He rolls his eyes at bad “yea mhhm that’s fine you didn’t need to I get the message! So do you want any what do they call it? Safe words or whatever” bad smiles softly “yea they’re called safe words... and I like to use the red light green light ones...” skeppy nodded softly as he ran a hand through bad’s hair “you got it buddy! Now let’s get you laughing again! Now hmmm how about here? Are you ticklish here?” He curiously brushes his fingers over bad’s stomach making him squeak and fall into short soft giggles “EK hheehehaha yhehehahaha...” Skeppy smiles even more as he starts softly scratching at bad’s stomach through his shirt making bad giggle softly gentle tickles here being a bit of a melting tactic... his giggles raise in volume when skeppy slips his hand under his shirt... and they soon turn into laughter as skeppy picks up pace “EEK SSSKKHEHEHEHPPPPYYYY AHHAHA!” “Oh this must tickle a lot doesn’t it?” “SSSHHUUSSHHH!” “Oh does it make it worse when I say the word? Tickletickletickletickletickletickletickle baddy!” Bad yelped and covered his face though his blush spread to his ears so it was still noticeable... bad laughed away happily for a few moments before skeppy gently slowed to a stop

“So where we at baddy?” Bad managed to stop his residual giggles “uhm green but just somewhere else...” skeppy nods “okay anywhere specific?” “Uh well.... my back is...really t-t-.... you know....” Bad usually able to say the word no problem but struggling since he’s in a lee mood.... Skeppy nodded “say no more my friend” he climbed off of bad and allowed him to flip over, skeppy opted to sit beside bad this time figuring it would probably be more comfortable this way, bad smiled softly in anticipation.... skeppy experimentally poked bad’s back a few times, resulting in bad jumping and yelping at every poke “AH SKEPPY AH NOT AH THEEHE POKES AHA” Skeppy laughed a bit “no way this is so great all I have to do is” he poked the middle of his back “AH!” “poke you and you yell hehe” he poked his back a few more minutes before switching to gently dragging his finger tips up and down bad’s back in what would normally be a soothing manner to most people but caused lots of squirming and laughing for bad, which I mean.... to bad it wasn’t all that terrible but still.... “NGH HAHAAHHAhahahhahahahHAHAHHAhahhaahHAHAHA YOOUUU MMUUHHUFFFIIINN HEHEHEHAHADDD!” Skeppy simply giggled a bit continuing on in silence but then slowly picking up speed which in turn caused bad to break into full on cackles.... “HOLY AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAEEEEEYEHEHHELLOHOHOWWW” bad suddenly broke out the slow down safe word as skeppy began to hit the spot where his lower back connected to his sides, curse that spot for being so dang sensitive.... skeppy immediately slowed down to just gently tapping at the top of bad’s shoulder blades leaving him in small constant giggles “Are you okay bad?” Bad smiled softly as he flipped himself over to face skeppy “yehehehahhaha t-thahhattt ohohnhehehehe spot i-iis just rehehehahahlllyy sehehnsitive...” Skeppy gently ran his fingers through bad’s hair to further calm him down “so do you wanna keep going?” Bad nodded softly as he said “c-can we cuddle and you just give me light tummy scratches?” Skeppy broke into a wide a smile his drink long forgotten as he helped bad up “of course we can”

And so for the rest of the day it was pretty peaceful in skeppy’s house... I say pretty peaceful because while yes bad was a lee.... he’s not fully lee hehe....

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 19 - Demon

C!Skeppy/C!Badboyhalo PLATONIC

“Geheheheppyyyyy, thahahat tihihickles!” The demon giggled below the diamond boy, squirming around, but not away. “So you did lie to me, well I’d say you deserve this after lying~” Bad giggled up a storm as Skeppy’s hands migrated to his stomach, vibrating his fingers into Bad’s stomach. Bad let out a shriek, his hands balled up in fists, trying to bear the sensations. “NONONOHOHO SKEPPEHEHEHE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Of course Skeppy knew Bad didn’t mean it, if he really wanted it to stop, he could get out of this situation easily. It seemed Bad was enjoying himself more than he was letting on, though it was fairly obvious anyways as he practically squirmed into the ticklish touches.

“But whyyyyy?~ You seem to enjoy this spot~” Skeppy teased in a smug tone, toning down the touches to spidering motions. Bad shook his head to deny the claim, and Skeppy chuckled at the attempt, “No~? You don’t like it here~? Then why are you laughing, giggles~? Did I say something funny~?” Bad’s shrieks toned down into soft titters, “Ihihihit’s behehecahahause yohohour tihihickling mehehe!” Skeppy decided to be a little mean, “Me? Tickling you? No, this is tickling you~!” Skeppy’s fingers moved to vibrate into Bad’s ribs, making sure to get in between the bones to get him really laughing. Bad squealed and burst into loud, squeaky laughter, “NONONOHOHOHO THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE! SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Skeppy smirked, “You brought this on yourself, Bad~” Though the tail wagging behind him told him that Bad was having fun anyways.

[slimeylee]

this is one of my fav fics btw.. ive read it abt 20752 times..

-slime

Hiya! Have you wrote a skephalo (skeppy and bad) tickle fanfic? Just asking because that would be something I would like to read! <3

I have written them in the past but honestly do need to write them more. I've written one with Skeppy being tickled by the Egg and Bad and then I think the others are from the little ficlets I was doing

[slimeylee]

Bad day cheering-up

skephalo; my favourite skeppy he/him, bbh he/him

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Skeppy was having a really bad day. He wasn't sure why. He just wasn't feeling it. He'd been sat in his room of him and Bad's mansion, waiting for Bad to come back from his Minecraft Manhunt practicing with Dream, George and Sapnap. He watched the console every now and then, waiting for the words "BadBoyHalo joined the game" to pop up.

He tapped his thigh with his finger, then exhaled slowly. He thought, what if Bad didn't come back? What if he forgot about him? What if- one day everyone he knows, loves, forgot about him? Tears pricked at his eyes at the thought, but he noticed it was kind of stupid. He stood up, grabbing a book and quill out of his inventory. He wrote in the book, signing it and setting it on the floor.

About an hour later, Bad logged onto the SMP after a long day of MCMH practicing with Dream, George and Sapnap. He spawned in him and Skeppy's mansion. He looked at the console, and saw that Skeppy messaged him coordinates to an area. He looked around, "sGeppy?" then he saw the book and quill on the ground. He walked over to it, picking it up and reading it. go to the coords i send u when u see this -skeppy ur best friend &lt;3 <3 &lt;3 <3

"...Okay." Bad blinked. He looked back at the console for the coordinates Skeppy sent him. He didn't know if he needed anything, but thought if Skeppy was bringing him somewhere that he would already have everything that they'd need. So, he just went to the coordinates.

Soon enough, Bad had arrived at the coordinates. And he was surprised. Skeppy was sat on a blanket on the ground. There were sandwiches, muffins, a cooler. Skeppy looked up at Bad, then smiled slightly. "Hey, Bad." - "Hi, sGeppy!! Did you do all of this for us?!" - "Yeah! I figured..." Skeppy trailed off, thinking of an excuse.

"Iiii figuureed.. that.. since you have been practicing for the Manhunt with the Dream Team all day, thaaat.. we coould hang out together! You're probably really exhausted and I thought, 'what's more relaxing than going on a picnic with my best friend?" Skeppy gave off a suspicious smile, which Bad slowly caught onto, but he went with it. "Thank you, sGeppy! I really appreciate it." Bad smiled.

He sat down, picking up a muffin and taking a big bite out of it. Of course he goes for the muffins first, Skeppy thinks to himself as he grins and rolls his eyes. Skeppy's hopes were high that this would make him feel better. After a few minutes, Skeppy took a soda out of the cooler and popped the tab, taking a sip.

The two of them finished the food that Skeppy had prepared, and Skeppy felt better. But he was still a bit sad. Bad looked at Skeppy, and he could tell that something was wrong. "Hey, sGeppy, do you want to.. go home?" Bad asked. "...Yeah, you know what? Let's go home." Skeppy smiled, and the two quickly packed up their stuff and headed back to the mansion.

When the two of them got back to the mansion, Skeppy went over and slumped on the couch, and Bad looked at his best friend. "sGeppy, are you.. okay?" Bad trailed over to Skeppy, frowning. "What. Are you talking about, Bad. I'm fineee." Skeppy looked away from Bad, tears pricking at his eyes. "I know you, sGeppy. You've that look on your face. You're not fine." Bad scooted closer to Skeppy, who was trying super hard not to make any eye contact with him.

Bad aggressively pulled Skeppy into a hug. Skeppy inhaled, and the tighter Bad hugged, the more tears began to slowly tiptoe down his cheeks. He leaned into his friend, and Bad slowly moved his hands to Skeppy's lower back as he planted a gentle kiss to his friends forehead. Skeppy exhaled, sniffling. The two sat quiet for a minute, til Bad had an idea spawn in his head.

Bad had pulled the two of them into a laying position on the couch before wrapped his arms around Skeppy's stomach. Skeppy flinched from the quick movement before speaking up after a few seconds. "Bh- Bad? What're.." Skeppy's hand shot to his mouth as a finger gently traced his bare side. When did Bad's hand get up his sweater? Skeppy twitched, gently kicking his legs as more fingers started tracing up and down his side.

"Geeeppy." Bad smiled. "Nhhope.." Skeppy fought a smile from appearing on his face as the tracing slowly turned into scratching. Then that scratching turned into scribbling, and suddenly moved to his stomach. "BaAd!" Bad giggled at Skeppy's reactions and his determination to not smile. "C'mooohn, Geppy. Let's see your smile, you muffinhead! Hahahahh!" Bad taunted, moving up the sleeve of Skeppy's hoodie to trace his arm. Skeppy finally broke at that.

"Bahahahad! Nohoho- nohoht thehEHERe!" Skeppy twisted and squirmed in his friend's bear hug. "There's that smile I love to see!" Bad exclaimed, and Skeppy's face flushed. "IhIHIHI- BaHAD!" Skeppy squealed as a raspberry was applied to his neck. "Tickle, tickle, sGeppy," Bad whispered into Skeppy's ear as he moved back to Skeppy's stomach and squeezed.

"BAHAHAD! StOHOhop! Pleheheheheeease! AAH!" Skeppy shrieked, bucking his hips which were now attacked by his demon friend with gentle, unbearable squeezes. "You're adorable, sGeppy." Bad commented, and Skeppy's face flushed some more as he continued to kick the air profusely. Bad found that Skeppy must've enjoyed compliments. They make him all flustered. He wanted to implement as many as he could.

Bad had squeezed Skeppy's stomach again and he squealed once more. Now tapping Skeppy's belly and occasionally dipping a finger into his bellybutton, Bad's hands went side to side over Skeppy's lower and upper stomach."BaHaHAHAad! Ihihi'm ohohokay nohow! PleHEHEAsEE!" Skeppy shrieked as Bad suddenly leaned down and planted a raspberry on Skeppy's stomach, where the demon had brought his hoodie up himself.

Bad shook his hair to add onto the electrifyingly ticklish feeling, and Skeppy was lost in a hysterical trance of laughter with his head thrown back. He felt safe. Happy, for the first time that day. He loved hanging out with Bad, even if they'd have their rough some-times. Skeppy loved whatever they'd do together. Trolling him, or just simply hanging out. It was Skeppy's favourite thing in the whole world, and he didn't know what he'd do or where he'd be without Bad.

Bad's heaven hell slowed to a stop, and soon enough Skeppy and the demon were two peas in a pod on the couch. Bad tightly wrapped his arm around Skeppy, and Skeppy sunk into Bad's chest. Bad sighed, then with a smile on his face said; "I love you, sGeppy." Skeppy giggled out an; "I love you too, Bad." Bad gently kissed Skeppy's hair, and the two slowly drifted off into a peaceful nap on the couch.

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@micyleeunu12 i am so so so so so sorry for making u wait so long t-t ik u told me to cancel the idea but i couldnt let this go to waste and leave u three months empty-handed :( i really would hope you enjoyed it though!! and if u already found someone who made the fic you were looking for i bet theirs is 1000x better than mine xd /gen/srs

this has been in my drafts for three months and ive got asks still in my inbox from five months ago i need to catch up on so many things i am sorry xP/gen/srs

i hope u enjoyed this tho... longest fic ive made so far :0 i made it past 1k words (this is 1163 words) lets gooo >:D (ive made it a goal of mine to create a fic thats either 1k words or longer but ive never had the motivation--)

i hope i wrote for these two ok--or accurately--i feel like i s h o u l d have since skeppy and bad are two people that ive probably watched the most--i dont think ive written for them before tho now that im thinking abt it i might have dont remember tbh

but otherwiseee

slimey out :]

-spookyslime

[star--anon]

I See The Player You Mean

Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.

Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together

Word Count: 1685

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And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

-🌟

[fluffallamaful]

bad and george discussing george’s ears (ft. mischevious scheming happy duo)