#ler!badboyhalo

[fluffallamaful]

been watching old dream videos <3 they’re so so cute,, so many adorable giggles 💞

here’s a concept inspired by this scene in speedrunner vs slayer with bbh

concept:

ler bbh lee dream, with bbh purposely faking dream out or cooing out known effective teases during tickles, then saying stuff like “did that make you nervous?” “admit it, that made your tummy squirm.”

and every time dream just mumbles a lil “No 🙄”. tryna be all brave and everything

[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.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 25: Gang Tickles

Reserved by anonymous friend of mine

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Manhunt. The one activity that they all had fun doing but dreaded loosing. After the second manhunt, they had come to the agreement that the loser was to be wrecked by the winners. Dream was the one who suggested more hunters and yet he was the who complained about five against one was unfair when he lost.

"Dream, these were literally your ideas!" Sapnap groaned over Dream’s useless arguments that this 'wasn't fair' and 'they cheated'.

"Well yeah but... that doesn't make this fair!" George rolled his eyes so hard he hurt his head, watching Sapnap flick a look to the other four, seeing Sam slowly set up a trap behind Dream. The three crowded Dream so when Sapnap stepped towards him, he had no choice but to step back, right into Sam's trap. The rope wrapped tight around Dream’s wrists, hoisting him high in the air with a screach. The five built up to him, making a circle of sorts for their safety.

"Alright Dream, you have two minutes to prepare yourself, after that, I really don't care if you're ready~ You're lucky we let you keep your mask on" Sapnap informed the blonde, taking his time, cracking his knuckles, stretching his muscles, watching Dream attempt to find a way out of Sam's well thought out trap. Dream watched his hunters circle him, eyeing him like cheetahs looking at fresh meat.

"Alright times up!" George shouted impatiently, wanting to be the first to get his hands on Dream. He jumped forward, immediately latching onto his hips, squeezing quickly. Dream squealed loudly, kicking in a way that normally would've spun him if George wasn't holding him in place. Dream felt Sam's large hands on his ribs, Ant's claws on his tummy, Sapnap digging into his armpits, and Bad's claws on his neck and ears. He felt like he was being tickled from the inside out, made even worse by the fact that he couldn't cover himself.

"GUHUHUYS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Dream's laughter was a mix of loud hysterical cackles, squeaks, and snorts. The most he did was bring his knees up, shake his head, and wiggle his shoulders. The five opted for gentle coos, deciding that five against one was mean enough. Bad was the one who noticed the intense blush under his mask and the tears dripping from his chin, snapping his fingers with a loud click, signaling that it was time to stop. Sapnap wrapped his arms around Dream, pulling him onto the platform as Sam released his hands, he held him gently as he heaved and rubbed the abused spots.

"You ok Buddy?" Bad asked, patting his head, earning a slow tired nod.

"I'll carry him back"

[wishitweresummer]

Ok now imagine Bad just stares blankly at him for a few seconds…then reaches down and tickles the muffin out of him.

[kanene-yaaay]

Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away

Kanene's notes: I will receive no constructive criticism on this, I saw a character that just keeps being destroyed over and over because he loves and cares too much and since mah bros on that island only SUFFER, I *WILL* take the matters onto my own hands and give them all the tickles and fluff thank you so much for understanding.

Anyway, the Happy Pills Arc is my absolute fave until now, and this animatic is my new obsession. It doesn't has anything to do with the fic, really, but I think it deserves more love drtyuiklkjhg.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic. It has hurt/comfort, fluff and some angsty thoughts, but nothing too dark. It happens after the Happy Pills stuff and doesn't follow the canon timeline. Ticklish!Forever and Ler!Philza, Ler!Bad, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Richarlyson, Ler!Tallulah and Ler!Chayanne. It is 8,000 words long.

[~*~]

Forever woke up. 

His eyes hurt when they opened so he kept them closed for a few minutes more, watching the flash of memories run behind his eyelids in blurry movements and sounds. 

For the first time in a while his mind was silent, clear from all the effects of what the Federation did to him. His feelings no longer exploded crazy in his chest as they often did during the last few days, fighting to survive before the chemicals from the drugs washed them over and got suppressed by a blinding, fake happiness.

Their kids were gone. 

Richarlyson was gone. His son disappeared in thin air and there were no clues or hints that showed any single way to get them back or even know where they went. 

The island was in scrambles, empty. 

There were explosions and grieving and chaos everywhere. Every parent doing any and everything to cope with the fact that from day to night they’ve got what was the most important for them ripped right from their fingers. 

The N.I.N.H.O, his project (his responsibility) didn’t work out this time and they lost everything because of it.

Badboyhalo was losing his colors. Baghera disappeared. Cellbit straight out begged him to not leave him alone during all of this. Mike hadn’t been seen in a long time. Etoiles was trying to keep their hopes up. Everyone asked him what they should do, now. What would he do as their president. 

And what did he do? He fucking lost it. He let his feelings get over his head, exploded everything that he could put his eyes on, demolished his base with TNT and threatened Cucurucho, forced the Federation to do a throwback just so they would have an island to put their feet on. Made the Federation see him as a threat and force those pills on him.

He left everyone. His family. His friends.

(What more could he do?)

And everyone should've left him too.

…

And yet…

And yet Pac jumped head first to save him. Accepting to go under Cucurucho’s “treatment” so he could analyze the drugs and find a cure for it. No matter how much he was shaking in fear the entire time, how bad the Federation treated him before or how there was just no certainty that his plan would even work

And yet Philza saw under his mask of smile, past the point of his gun and right into the pain in his eyes in his lowest moment and said that everything would be fine, that he still trusted him, that he knew who he was and how much he cared about the eggs. He said they would find a way to solve things out.

And yet Cellbit didn’t let him go for a single second. He followed him no matter the instability, during those painful moments of consciousness, beyond the fake minutes of happiness and slipped past his traps just to go and pull him out of it. He shouted and hugged and taunted and broke and fought dirty and did what he could to bring him back.

And yet Bad still talked and answered him, even with how much he was hurting, even with the bombs and screams and the dismissing he came back over and over again with his chats and banters and discussions that so easily led Forever to the trap that would come to save his life.

Once again, there were tears in his eyes. 

They were too his family. Forever was the one who put himself under Cucurucho’s radar by going apeshit and bombarding the entire island and they were the ones who saved him from that white fucking bear. From himself. From the Happy Pills.

He cried.

(What else could he do?)

Agony and hope danced in harmony in his chest, sucking all his other senses to nothing and filling his soul with every emotion under the sun at the same time. It was overwhelming but good to be free to feel so easily. It was horrible that he knew how it was like to miss this freedom so much. It was empty to feel this despair all over again. It was good, no, essential to know he was not alone.

Almost hopeful, even.

And yet their children were gone.

And yet everyone was kind of lost.

And yet they needed someone solid, a strong leader to step in.

Forever didn’t feel strong.

(What would he do?)

He wiped his tears. Sat on the bed. Got up. Put back the flag on his shoulder. Took a deep breath, listening to the very known voices coming out of the infirmary that made his entire face change to a (this time genuine) happy, tired and relieved kind of smile.

The president of Quesadilla Island woke up.

(And he didn’t have any idea of how much everyone had been waiting to show him how much they were happy about it.)

[~*~]

It all started in very tiny ways, as most things did, easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. 

The first time it happened Forever was at favela. He had just finished fixing the elevator from the Karaoke and was watching the sunset (Hi, Bobby) wash over the beach in a dance of colors at the top of the building, resting on the parapet. Pac was somewhere close, building more houses or getting in trouble with Fit, but, besides them, it was just him, his memories and Copacabana beach.

Forever laid his head in his arms, with a long sigh, closing his eyes and just letting the wind mess his hair and clear his thoughts, enjoying the brief moment of peace before he started thinking about more plans and projects to fill his day and mind with.

It was hard, though. When every block he put down or decoration he pulled up made the blonde turn around with a call in the tip of his tongue, words disappearing when he realized that there was no set of small footsteps following him and probably never would again because they were all gone and he was not and how could he ever even think about-

A shiver ran down his spine and made his thoughts come to a halt when he felt a light tickle in the back of his neck, making him have to move a hand out of his comfortable position to wipe the leaf or whatever out of his skin. 

His fingers made contact with nothing. Uh. Must’ve flown away already.

He was tired. Maybe he should take the rest of the day to clean his base. There were still holes from the mine traps that someone has been spreading across the island lately. Another problem for him to resolve. Looked like those were never going to end.

The tickle came back, following him even when he flinched away, with a puffed snicker falling from his tongue. His hand shot to scare whatever insect it was from his neck again but the touch was as nimble as it was soft, lightly and skillfully dancing away from his hold before it could catch him.

“Que porra.” (“The fuck.”) He tried again and again, going so far as slapping his entire arm behind him, hitting nothing.

The sensation disappeared for a brief while before running all the way across his spine, making him almost jump in the air and finally give up his comfortable position to spin around. “Que que é isso, cara!” (“What is this, man!”)

“Pfff- hahaha!”

Forever turned just in the right moment to see his short friend, with sky blue eyes shining with a playful light, pulling a black, crooked and beautiful wing behind his back, his laugh ringing across the building.

“Philza! Really?” 

“What? You wouldn’t have that problem if you wore a shirt, you know?” Forever’s shouted “WHAAAAT!” did nothing to alleviate his laughing fit, a snort not taking long to appear.

“You, you’re, you’re bullying me, man! I just came out of the hospital and you treat me like this. I can’t believe it!”

“You’re-”

“You come here, you hit me, you don’t let me rest after I get out of a coma… I am an injured, man, you know that, Philza? You’re bullying an injured man.”

“I literally,” his tune tried and failed to sound at least a tidbit serious before he descended in more laughter. “I literally didn’t even hit you!” 

Forever continued as if he didn’t hear the protest of the other, turning around and gesticulating dramatically. “You’re a bully, Philza. You’re such a bully.”

“I am doing that to remind you to put on a shirt! You just came out of the hospital, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re mean. You’re just so mean to me. Like, I thought we were friends, you know? But I see the truth now.” He tsked. “That is just sad, Philza. That is really sad, man.”

“Oh my fucking god.” The punch he gave on Forever’s arms didn’t even hurt, only making the president snicker louder. “Shut the fuck up.”

Forever chuckled at how done the other sounded, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head with a big smile before taking (he wasn’t resting anymore so might as well just finish his work here) the chance and walking in between the tables and chairs until he got behind the balcony. In no time he began filling the storage with drinks and food. The high, upbeat joy of banting with his friend slowly calming down.

“Actually, I am going to put back my old black suit soon. I am just taking a break from wearing suits so much, you know?”

He didn’t have to explain what the break was really for and how his old presential clothes didn’t have anything to do with it, Philza understood. 

“Take that time off, Forever, you deserve it.” His tune was soft. 

Forever smiled, wishing he could show Phil how wrong he was. A“break” definitely wasn’t on the list of things that Forever deserved at all. That anarchist was way too kind.

“Thank you very much, my friend.” He closed the cabinet door, turning around (and away), facing the entire restaurant. 

Each chair, each color and decor had been carefully picked by small , gentle claws. The building had been chosen by hand and even the balcony was built lower than normal, made so that a small child could go behind it and pretend to be a barman, sing with the melodies and enjoy the view with their family and friends. 

Signs were still spreaded there, on the restaurant, the rooms, the favela, the N.I.N.H.O, the Spawn, their home and island… None of it had been built to be just for the adults and it all brought a longing pang in his chest. 

Saudade.

They’re gone. They’re gone and he was here laughing and resting and doing nothing to rescue them and how could he be so usele-

Another soft sweep of feathers right under his chin made him flinch away with a surprised, bitten giggle, successfully making his line of thoughts disintegrate for a second time. A half smile painted his face.

“Stop with that, man! It tickles.”

Philza tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes sharp in concentration, as if just realizing something. But at the sound of Forever’s voice he blinked and let his expression become a tad more relaxed, with worried tunes.

“You just seemed to be thinking a whole lot back there. What is in your mind?”

“Nothing really important. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you then, mate. Because it will matter to me. You can tell me anything, Forever.”

And for a moment the other considered not doing that. Teleporting away or brushing his worries with another topic or a joke. But that was Philza. 

Philza, one of the most protective parents who still trusted him with Tallulah when he was away. Philza, who didn’t care about the elections but voted for him anyway. Philza, who trusted him with such a conviction and an unyielding loyalty that Forever had no idea of what he could ever have done to deserve it.

(“You saved my children.” Philza would say if he could listen to him. “You went beyond and further to save everyone’s kids for free over and over so no parent would ever carry the grief of losing them again. You did it for Richarlyson, for Tallulah, for Bobby, for Pomme, for you, for us, for free. I’m not forgetting that easily and I’m not letting you forget too.”)

And that was enough.

He stared at the beach again, the words coming easier when he was not looking at the other.

“Talullah was the one who decorated the restaurant. We were having a Karaoke Night and when we got up here she had already put all those nice trees and pretty flowers…It looks really nice.”

Philza sighed, looking ten thousands of years older.

“Yeah, she has an amazing taste.” Then he walked and stayed right in front of Forever’s view, staring right at his eyes, serious. “We’re going to find them, ok? Richas, Talullah, Chayanne, Ramon… Every single one, we’re going to get them back. So don’t let yourself give up and stay focused.”

The president, his friend, nodded.

“We will get them back.” Forever agreed. “No matter what it costs.”

[~*~] 

But Philza was a discreet fella, so things continued to be shown in tiny ways for a while. A poke when he got too distracted and his thoughts too dark, a scribble to get his attention, a sweep of feathers when he refused to stop working so much and listen to the reason. Forever pretended to be annoyed, but the fact that the other cared so much and in such a playful way kept fishing fond smiles and amused chuckles out of him and that he couldn’t ignore.

His cute secret was secure with him, and so things took a while before it began escalating, all because of a different afternoon…

It started with a jumpscare.

“FOREVER!”

“PUTA MERDA!” (“HOLY SHIT!”) The loud shout quickly descended in a series of nervous giggles. The blond holding his chest and resting in a wall to not fall, muscles trembling with the sudden shot of adrenaline. 

It took a couple of minutes for him to get back his composure and glare at the demon that was still snickering gleefully at him, tail swooping around in delight as he jumped around. 

It took exactly one second. 

In a blink Forever was getting his soul back to his body and then in the other he was throwing himself at him and both were rolling on the floor in a mess of pushes and kicks. “Tu se acha engraçadão, hein? Tu se acha muito engraçadão. Palhaço! Tá palhaço demais, hein, Badboyhalo.” (“You think you’re so funny, yeah? You think you’re so funny. You clown! You’re being such a clown, huh, Badboyhalo.”)

Forever didn’t care that his wrestling was uncoordinated enough so most hits didn’t even land on his friend, different from Bad that actually got more than one or two kicks right before letting himself be lost in a mix of too joyfully complains of “unfair attack” and “dictator” to have any true heat in them. 

Their playful fight was kept for a few pieces of a while before they were too distracted by their own amusement to not let the other go and try to recompose themselves.

“Where! is! it!”

“What?” Forever asked, staring with confused eyes at the black demon who crossed his arms and squinted at him in what Forever could swear was an annoyed composure if it wasn’t the way his tail swayed around and his eyes glinted in glee. Whether it was for being so unclear and successfully confusing the blond or for the original reason he appeared there in the first place it wasn’t clear. 

For a moment his eyes unfocused from the form of the other and watched the wall full of kind, heartwarming messages that he asked for everyone still awake at that night to write so he could make BadboyHalo a surprise. Suddenly all the pieces came together in his mind and formed such a cute picture that Forever couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle, lips curling in an amused, teasing smirk. “Ooooh, I see what you’re talking about now, Badboy.”

That chuckles almost became a crackle when the only response he received was a petulant huff and a hand extended in his direction, fingers twitching impatiently. Forever took out his backpack, rummaging through it until he found the compartment where he kept all his flowers, carefully pushing Richa’s favorite one aside so he could pull another one. His fingers clasped around a stem and soon a light purple grazed his sight. “Here. Your daily flower. It’s for until you get better, right?”

“Oh, nice, thank you.” Bad’s voice tinted with a softer tune, carefully gathering the gift and putting it on his own backpack, in a special place, together with the others, before his tune became agitated again, feet tapping on the floor with energy. “But that is NOT what I am talking about.” He got closer and repeatedly began slapping his arm, following the president when he shouted and started running around the enclosed space, jumping in attempts to escape from the sudden attack. “WHERE IS IT! GIVE ME, IT’S MINE!”

“What! What more do you want from me!” When no answer was given besides more chasing and (friendly) hitting, the blonde got the warpstone with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know, Badboyhalo,” when Forever said his entire name, it wasn’t exactly sing-songing, but it had a little beat painted with amusement and tease, when the demons haven’t been able to successfully annoy him out of his mind, of course. “I really need to go, man, and since you don’t have anything to say to me… tsk, that is so sad, man, I was really feeling quite… generous today”

“No!” The demon tried to grab his shoulder, but the blonde dodged swiftly, still pretending to be looking busy and thinking hard about his next location. “Forever. Do not. You’re not running away. I know what you’re doing!” Forever smiled. 

Being friends with Cellbit, you learned a thing or two. Like how to disappear in the middle of a conversation, but, especially, how to do that in the most annoying way possible. “No, no, no, I’m not running away at all, Bad, I am actually…”

However, that was the thing: Bad was also Cellbit’s friend, and so realized the exact moment that glint filled the president’s brown eyes what was about to happen. His hand flew in another attempt of a grab, missing once again his shoulder when the other, a bit later than last time, dodged, which allowed his reflex to kick in and his hand changed the trajectory and lay on the brazilian’s side, squeezing.

None of them was prepared for the squeal that this action fished.

For a second, a blissful second, everything froze and both stared at each other. 

That is how Forever saw the exact second the demon’s eyes squinted and a playful flame alighted in them.

In a blink his other hand also flew to his waist and began attacking both sides with no mercy. Forever had no chance to even try to stop the barking loud laughter that exploded from him, immediately letting go of the warpstone to clue on Bad’s wrists, trying to push them away by sheer reflex even before his brain could process what was happening. 

“Nonono, stop that! BA-ad!”

Bad couldn’t help but giggle, half adoring and half malefically, at the way the laughter made most of his words get almost intelligible. Besides, Bad thinks he could grow accustomed to having his name being snickered in such an adoring - together with that cute smile and shiny eyes - way more often, really.

His fingers poked and prodded with skill and curiosity, looking for any sensitive spot that could create a new fun sound and concentrating there for a few maddening seconds and plenty of digging before looking for the next one. There was a very nice one juuust above his lowest rib that made the barking laughter become a string of snickers that seemed to grow higher and faster by the seconds. It almost made Bad forget his main job now as his friend and rival the second (actually, even before that, if he was being honest, but honesty was overrated) he discovered that little fun secret about their dear tyrant:

Tease him out of his mind.

“Huh? Stop what, Foreverrr?” “That! You’re ti-” Bad closed his hands in fists and pressed his knuckles on his ribs and rubbed as if his life depended on it, cutting the rest of the sentence with success and filling the room with much more shrieks than before. “What was that?” 

Forever couldn’t answer, his legs were failing and it made him get close to a fall if it wasn’t for the demon adjusting his hold on him and slowly lowering him to the ground, fingers still dancing in each and every rib, scratching and scribbling happily.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you’re saying, some muffinhead is laughing their heart out near here. Perhaps they heard a very good joke. Hmmm, what do you think Forever?”

Forever snorted, eyes almost closed with how much he was laughing, tears beginning to collect in the corner of his eyes. A few portuguese words got tangled with his crackling. Bad nodded seriously and slowed his tickle attack, not wanting to go too far.

“Uh hm, no, I get what you’re putting down here. We just need to ignore the laughter and keep up our nice conversation. I think that is a great idea!” He snuggled his hands cozily under Forever’s armpits, lightly wiggling and poking, which resulted in the laughter becoming a new dance of a calmer, but still high with adrenaline and mirth, string of snickers that made the blonde’s shoulders bounce in joy. “What were you saying before?” 

“Stop tickling me!” “What!” Bad gasped in offense. “How can you even accuse me like that! What the fudge, I thought we were friends. But, no, I see. I came aaaaall the way over here, did nothing wrong and you just treat me like that.” He gave a fake sniff.  “You’re hurting my feelings, Forever.” “Mentiroso!” (Liar!) It was quite difficult to see with tears and squinted eyes, especially when Bad’s hoodie always kept his expressions hidden, however, it was even harder to miss how those shiny eyes glinted with mischief and fondness and his smirk went from one ear to another. 

It was quite the sweet sight. Forever had to push his face away before it made him blush vomit. 

(For a second, he could almost swear that the blue that covered the other’s figure dimmed a little for a piece of time.)

“You’re such a liar.”

“Oh why, thank you.”

Bad freed his hands and softly attacked the back of the elf’s ears, still too lost in the lovely sound of his delightful giggles, crackles and snickers to actually let him go. That was the true sound of Forever’s happiness, not that forced, explosive laughter created by those pills. 

Besides, Forever also wasn’t pushing him away.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one missing that freeing sound. Maybe Forever also longed for those moments of playful fights between them, of pushing the buttons and teasing and caring and always, always being there, for the better or the worse.

Eventually, the president held his hands and stopped the attack, left over giggles still pouring from his lips like a waterfall. 

Their eyes met.

Forever’s smile got relaxed and small before growing bigger. 

Bad just hummed, tail starting to sway fastly from side to side.

“So, Badboyhalo…”

“Yes?”

Forever’s grip got more firm. 

Bad’s pull got equally stronger. 

They kept smiling.

“Are you… uh.” His voice lost the undertone of playfulness, brown eyes focusing with true curiosity for a moment. “Coceguento? How is it in english? Tickly?”

“Oh, it’s ticklish. For example, you are very ticklish, Forever.”

“Hehehe,” he snorted, and his curiosity was satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what about you, Badboyhalo? Are you… ticklish?” The word came slowly and playfully, tinted with a nice accent.

Bad’s tail opened his backpack, rummaging in search for a very specific item.

“Hmmm… no, actually. I’m not.”

The blonde’s smile got more dangerous. “I don’t know… I don’t believe in you, man.” He found it. 

Bingo.

“Then why don’t you try to find out?” 

Forever pulled him closer and with a swift move the enderpearl that had been in his bag was thrown to the other side of the room, successfully freeing the demon from his hold. Not a second later, though, Forever was jumping on his feet, ready for another chase.

Lots of laughter filled the afternoon, that day.

[~*~]

After that, the avian wasn’t the only one who now randomly poked, prodded and attacked the outgoing brazilian when he wasn’t expecting, anymore. Even though Badboyhalo’s attacks were much more out of the blue, following him in those lonely afternoons when he was distracted in his adventures or too lost in a project to realize the other invaded his base in the middle of a sleepless night. 

But, you see, the difference between Philza and Bad and knowing that Forever is actually pretty ticklish is a very single detail: Bad is a fucking gossiper who loved to set chaos just to see where it would go. 

And, therefore, the main reason why Forever was so screwed right now.

“NÃO! SAI, SAI, SAI. LARGA DE MIM!” (NO! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY. LET ME GO!)

“Que isso, moço, tá fugindo da gente por que?” (What is this, bro? Why are you running away from us?) 

Forever didn’t even have to turn around to see Mike’s giant smug grin. It was almost palpable in his tune. But if anyone could have any doubt about its existence, they just needed to listen to his crackles as both him and Pac chased their friend through the Spawn, leaving a very amused Bad and  Bagi, who shouted a “Boa sorte aí, Forevinho!” (Good luck, Forevinho!) in the wind behind.

“Pois é, a gente só quer um abraço apertado do nosso presida da galera! Cadê o espírito da Favela Six?” (That’s right. We just want a tight hug from our favorite president! Where’s the Favela’s six spirit?) Pac, however, questioned with a genuine tune, almost naive like as he followed the other closely, getting closer and closer by the seconds. For a moment he almost tricked the president into thinking that he was the merciful one, then he remembered about that one tickle fight he, Mike and Tubbo had in the Favela.

Let’s just say it was just a very quick thought, really.

“Favela six é o caralho, ceis querem é me roubar. Eu já disse que não vai ter Armazém da Galera nenhum! Isso é ataque à autoridade, hein!” (Favela Six my ass, you just want to rob me. I already said that there won’t be any Free Storage! This is an attack on authority!)

“A gente só quer o que é nosso por direito, Forevin.” (We just want what is faithfully ours, Forevin.)

The blonde didn’t even have a chance to answer before an arm grabbed his shoulder and pushed, disbalancing him enough so Pac was able to sneak behind him and lock him in a hug, snickering gleefully in his ear.

“Que isso, cara, achava que tu era compromissado! Vou falar pro Fit, hein!” (The hell, man! I thought you were compromised! I’m going to tell Fit!) Forever’s struggles only grew stronger when he saw Mike getting closer, wiggling his hands in the form of claws as he stopped running and instead began to approach slowly, chuckles falling freely from his lips and making shivers run across his spine and giggles to pile in his chest. 

He tried again to free himself from the hug, showing no success. Pac’s hold was firm as a mountain.

“E desde quando que tu tá malhando? Tá todo mamadíssimo aí, né, eu tô sabendo.” (And since when you’re ripped? You’re all ‘mamadíssimo’ now. I see what’s going on.)

Pac let out an amused, with drops of shyness, snort. “Pois é, né, moço. Sabe como é né… Tô indo na academia do Fit bastante esses tempos e tudo mais, aí dá nisso.” (That is right, bro. You know how it is… I’m visiting Fit's Gym a lot these last days and that is what happens.) His tune lost a bit of the light and became more serious, cracked in the corners. “Também, né, a gente nunca sabe quando vai precisar. Eu não quero que quando chegue a hora…” (Also, we don’t know when we’re gonna need it. I don’t want that, when the time comes…)

Forever knew exactly what he was talking about, the same cloudy thoughts that filled everyone’s mind in the island the second he warned that the kids had ran away because a danger greater than everything they’ve seen before was coming, the Federation choosing to announce the train station’s opening in just a few days also did not help their nerves.

He looked at Pac’s shadows under his eyes, suddenly remembering that his friend also went under the Happy Pills Treatment, the horrible withdrawal, the exhaustion of recovery, all to save him. 

His struggles became just a little, a little less strong, heart melting and hurting like it did for every single member of their dysfunctional family since they arrived in that boat.

The scientists deserved to have their own silly fun, even if the fun was destroying their friend and president in a mess full of giggling pieces.

And so Forever let out a loud laughter, wiggling his eyebrows and giving him a knowing smirk. “Tu tá praticando bastante exercício com o Fit é? Aham, hehehe, tô sabendo.” (Doing a lot of exercise with Fit, yeah? Uh hm. Hehehe, I see.)

“FOREVER!” This time the snort that came out from Forever’s mouth was more of a result of Pac's unfairly squeezing his belly non stop instead of a reaction to the affronted shout, the one with blue hoodie not throwing any other remark or getting lost in any dark thought. The blonde counted that as a win for him. 

“Tá bem engraçadinho, mas você não vai conseguir me distrair. Sabe, o Badboy me falou algo muito interessante sobre você que ele descobriu mês passado…” (You think you’re being funny, huh. But you’re not going to distract me. You know, Badboy told me something very interesting about you that he discovered last month…)

Mike finally got right in front of him and Forever immediately started kicking in his direction to keep those offending fingers away from his torso at the same time that he continued to attempt to pry Pac’s hands - that somehow seemed to sense the exact spots he was the most sensitive and concentrate all their pinches, scribbles and tickly efforts on them over and over again - until the attack forced Forever to press his lips on his shoulder to contain the blossoming laughter and embarrassing squeals that tried to escape from his mouth.

His efforts to not let any sound out, however, were demolished when, in his distraction, Mike grabbed his ankle and grinned like a shark that finally got his prey. 

“Eu preferia uma mãozinha, mas já que é isso que você tá oferecendo…” (I’d rather you gave me a hand, but since you’re offering…) And, locking the leg in a headlock,  his fingers began dancing across his sole, walking around his arch and giving some special attention to the extremely ticklish space right under his toes, skillfully dodging any kicks that this move resulted in and breaking Forever’s barriers instantly.

Forever’s booming laughter filled the air in a free dance of joy, mirth and a warmth that filled his heart when he remembered just how long had it been since all of them could just get together and goof around a bit, no kidnappings or imminent dangers in their minds for a blissful pieces of time.

[~*~]

“Soooo, guys, I think I’m heading out, now.” Forever kept jumping on the trampoline, restless energy running on his veins after talking to Phil about his journey in the Nether. The virus hadn’t spread a lot those last days, but the conversation was hard, not only because of how, primarily, exhausting it was to go through all of it, but because for some reason something in him made he almost feel compelled to shut his mouth and not say a single word about the infection to anyone else.

They played and gave each other a few remarks and pokes of fun when Philza asked for Forever to take off his shirt in the bunker, careful touches analyzing the skin around the ébano substance glued on his back and in the nape of his head. Even so, it made the blonde want to hide away the result of his journey. Forever never have been ashamed of his body. He used to walk around shirtless, on the good old, first days on the island, afterall. But if he was being honest... he was afraid about that infection, and Philza didn’t seem very relieved about it either.

It was a literal mark about how he had failed in absolutely every single sense and chance he had out there. In finding any clue, in getting their kids back, in saving Walter Bob or even himself. In the end, he was not able to do any of this.

That is the President of Quesadilla Island, everyone.

(“We’re going to talk with Cucurucho and demand answers about what the fuck is this.”

Forever gave a humorless chuckle, happy that the children were outside playing so they weren’t here to witness how defeated he sounded for a second before adjusting himself to a playful grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, Philza, he is very good at this. Giving us answers, right?”

“We have to try. If someone knows about this it is the Federation.”  Philza brushed the other’s sarcastic ‘há!�� easily and moved until he was right in front of the brazilian, capturing his eyes in a firm stare. “And if they don’t have anything, we’re going to find our own answers.”

Forever nodded, not really believing.

“You worry too much, my friend.”

“Exactly. I already told you but I will repeat it until it gets through your thick skull: I always will worry and I’m not leaving you side, mate.”

For a moment words escaped from his tongue, a mix of feelings of ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘embarrassment’ filled his chest before he got a hold of his senses. 

“Alright, alright, alright.” 

This time, when he smiled there was a light back into his brown, tired eyes. 

“You know, Philza, you really need to get over me, man. The line continues, I’m already moving forward and you still try to romance me, it’s- what is the word? Oh, embarrassing, hehehe”

The avian took advantage of his position to hit the other upside his head, a surprise snort being fished from his lips. 

“Oho, shut the fuck up. You’re the one who is still on this!”)

And yeah, maybe he was just making a strategic retreat after showing vulnerability, but who could blame him, really? No one, that’s who. He would be out before they did try.

“Come on, Richas, vamo de Megabase.” (Let’s go to Megabase) He called, getting out of the trampoline when the boy kept painting and paid him no mind. Tallulah, however, stopped writing on a book to go to him, Chayanne turned to look from his place next to the grill nearby, already testing a new recipe.

The girl placed a sign and stared at him with attentive eyes, lips firmly pressed in a shadow of disappointment. ‘You already going?’

(God. He really missed the sound of little steps and signs being placed. They missed it all so much.)

Forever internally winced. He really didn’t spend a lot of time with Chay and Talullah since they’re back, letting them enjoy more time with Phil and just making quick check ins once in a while. He also took the last days to spend as much time as he could with Richas, afterall.

“Yeah... sorry, Talullah, but me and Richas still have to finish our project, right Richas?”

Still no answer from the younger one, too concentrated in every stroke to pay the conversation any mind.

Forever chuckled, sensing a chance for some mischief. Cleaning his throat, he lifted his voice from the usual soft tune he always used with Tallulah to a more taunting tune, making it louder so Richas could listen perfectly well.

“Ohhh, but maybe you can go and help me to make it, right, Talullah? You’re such a nice, helpful egg who listens to your parents when they call you, just like Chayanne. Richarlyson could take some examples from his older siblings more, tsk.” The president had to hold the snickers when he saw the red cow head stop and slowly, threateningly slowly, turn around to face him, Richas letting go of the brush to squint their eyes at him. Talullah and Chayanne rolled their eyes, amused, already used to the playful banters between father and son. “But ahh, he just never listens. Oooh, I have an idea! While Tallulah helps me with the decoration, Chayanne, you can go too and make your delicious barbecue there to keep us- AH!”

The surprised shout was a direct result for when the younger launched himself at his father in protest and began roughhousing immediately, both descending in growls and portuguese for a few couple of minutes before Forever laid a satisfied Richas on the floor, who immediately placed a sign.

‘Pai, stop. I’m making Pepito’s birthday present, let me finish it >:0 we can go Mebase later :D’

“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. You like Pepito more than your own father. Yeah, yeah, no Richas, no, I get it.” He began fake sniffing and making crying noises, leading to a Richas kicking his leg in a clear message of ‘stop the dramatics’ before going back to the canvas. “Ok, ok, warn me when you finish your drawing then, we can stay a little more.”

The three kids danced in excitement.

(...)

He is not sure how exactly he had ended up in this position.

Talullah and Chayanne were secure and cozy his arms, half because of a poke of fun at Philza that started with a joke ten minutes ago and they just kept it running and half as a parting hug that was stiffly (but still very carefully) answered by Chayanne and warmly by Tallulah. Forever enthusiastically squeezed and hugged them even tighter. A bit jealous of how Philza could shield them both with his wings during their own hugs and how he could only wish that his arms would be strong enough to defend them when the time comes.

“OK, now it’s for real. Richas, let’s go!”

But, when Richarlyson appeared in front of him, paints and canva already put inside his backpack, his smile had a different tint in it and, between his curls, Forever could recognize the flame that always appeared when that kid’s inner demon - not his terrifying artistic alter ego, though, the general demon that lives inside every rascal kid - woke in search of chaos.

He immediately became wary.

‘Chay, Talluh, can I tell you a secret about Pai Forever? 0-0’

Both siblings immediately nodded.

“Ohh, gossip. I like, I like.” Philza snorted at the affronted look in Forever’s face. 

“Vai contar nada, vai contar nada, seu muleque atentado! Nem sei o que tu vai falar, mas não vai falar não. Que que é isso, Richarlyson, tá se virando contra o seu próprio pai?” (You’re telling nothing, you’re telling nothing, you absolute brat. I don’t even know what you’re about to say but you’re telling nothing. What is it, Richarlyson, are you turning against your own dad?)

During the entire scold Richas kept jumping around in circles with the utmost, simple delight, wiggling his body and tail in sync in front of Forever, as if daring him to let go of the other two eggs to go and actually catch him, like a cat looking deep into your eyes before throwing the cup right off your table.

He put a sign on the ground.

‘Pai Forever is absurdly, awfully, very, very, ticklish. And it’s so funny because he always agrees to give us anything when we tickle attack him at home.'

“WHAAAAAT! RICHARLYSON, TU VAI FICAR DE CASTIGO, SEU OVO SAFADO. VAI PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA NAQUELE CASTELO ASSOMBRADO LÁ DO TEU PAI CELLBIT. VOU CHAMAR O ELMARIANA PRA PUXAR TEU PÉ DE NOITE” (RICHARLYSON, YOU’RE GOING TO GET GROUNDED, YOU RASCAL. YOU’RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR DAD CELLBIT’S HAUNTED CASTLE. I’M GOING TO CALL ELMARIANA TO PULL YOUR FEET IN THE NIGHT.)

His kid, his beautiful, beautiful baby boy that he would explode the entire island for and go through the literal hell all over again if it meant that he would be finally safe, only looked at him in a confused expression - as if the lil shit just couldn’t tell why his dear pai was running away from him as he tried to get closer - and began following his steps as Forever tried to put distance between them, holding Chayanne and Talullah the farthest away from his torso that he could while the two squirmed trying to escape and attack.

In the end his back ended up hitting the tree and, without being able to get his items to flee, he had nowhere to go.

“Wait, wait, wait, don-” A chortle escaped the very exact moment Richas began drilling on his sides, making Forever want to bounce up and down with the sudden tickly energy that shot through his entire body, leaving his mouth with a big, dazzling smile and his arms to fall in an attempt to protect himself from the tickling, which inevitably brought the other children close and sealed his fate.

Tallulah was bold, briefly looking at his face for any sign of discomfort before carefully shoving her claws under his armpit, scratching the ticklish skin with ease, but for the loud shriek that this resulted one could think that she just unlocked a full, unmerciful on a tickle attack.

Chayanne took a bit longer, giving his surroundings and sky a wary look, as if a monster would appear the very second he lowered his guard, only to end up finding his father’s gaze, who was watching at them with a soft expression and nodding encouragingly. The little (way to young) warrior relaxed and also took the job of scribbling, encircling and digging (just the tiniest bit, he had to be mindful about his claws after all) the other armpit, fish just more squeals and plenty of gleeful laughter with that.

Forever felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, his body going crazy at the ‘it tickles, it tickles so so much!’ feeling while his brain was still caught in the need to not move around too much to not hurt any kid with his squirms. All of which ended up with the blonde doing a weird little dance around the spot that brought plenty of giggles and amused snickers from the young ones.

Now, the similarity between Philza and Bad is that, while he wasn’t exactly the one who created it, Philza was more than inclined and wouldn’t necessarily refuse to add to a chaotic situation it if the chance came, if he felt like it.

That is why he stepped close, winking at them. “I think it’s better if you just agree to their terms, Forever.”

“I-I” the adult tried to bite back another giggling fit, but their tickles were so goddamn light and maddening- “I don’t even snk know what thehey want!”

“Just agree to give them anything then.”

Forever shook his head. He knew his son enough to understand how much of a pain in the ass that decision could become.

“Needing more convincing? Well, kids, you saw it.”

“Filho da puta-” (Son of a bitch-), and Forever threw his head backwards in more laughter, more squeaks, more half squirms.

Now, Philza may not know Portuguese. However, six months sharing an island with 7 brazilians and plenty of reasons to swear taught him well what some words meant. He snorted, half amused and half affronted.  

“Do NOT swear in front of the children.” Then, a wicked grin was formed in his expression.“You know what? I think the eggs need a little help.”

Forever’s eyes got wide when he saw the avian stepping close, cracking his fingers, making an electric shiver run across his spine and spread through his nerves, making his fingertips tingle with adrenaline and anticipation. 

His legs tensed in preparation for the chase, unfortunately, his son knew him too well.

In a blink Richarlyson threw himself on his legs and hugged them, successfully stopping him from even trying to escape. And those extra pieces of time were all that Philza needed. As fast as he was to defend and attack, he positioned himself right in front of the president, firmly pressing his shoulder to the tree and not really, truly, preventing him from escaping, but successfully securing him in place, in the same time.

“Ok, kids, what I know for a fact is that his neck is a very bad spot…” He demonstrated it by lightly tracing and wiggling his nails on said place, all of the dragon hybrids watching attentively as the action made Forever lose himself in a sea of snickers and yelps, a stronger reaction only coming out when two more tiny hands got mixed in the fun when Chayanne and Talullah tried mirroring their dad.

“But a spot that could make him cave…” Philza hummed before turning to the young one with a red mushroom cow head. “What do you think, Richarlyson? His hips or the back of his ribs?”

Richas looked at his dad. 

At how dark have been the circles under his eyes since he came back, at how he kept chatting with the islanders but never truly talking to them, how he always kept running off to another project or meeting, always saying that Richas was his son and his best friend and the only one he could trust when they got caught up in the middle of the night building and decorating his base.

He saw how, until now, he hadn’t run away. Through the teases, the attacks and tickles, he stayed.

And so, he smirked. 

Placed a sign.

‘Both?’

“Geez, I’m never getting into a tickle fight with you, mate.” Even so, the avian reflected his smirk right back at him and both turned to look at Chayanne and Talullah, who nodded in understanding and placed their claws on the back of his ribs. 

“Nononono! Wait!” Philza placed his free hand on his hips, thumb pressing the spot right above the bone, the palm resting on the back of his spine. Forever’s speech became more high pitched and much faster, with nervous, delirious chuckles already spilling and spinning in the air. “None of you said what you wanted from me! That is not justo, uh, just, huh, fair! Calma aí, come on, wait, wait, wait!”

They did not, in fact, wait.

For a second, once again, everything else in the world disappeared. There were no code monsters, no Federation, no Purgatory or anything else but the warm, electric feeling of fingers and claws prodding, pinching and scratching that took over his entire senses, making his laughter ring free in a song composed of yelps, shrieks, squeals and snickers that filled the air. There was nothing else but the fun, the joy and the warmth of a careful touch and silly taunting smiles that his heart melt with care over and over again.

In the end, after more laughter, plenty of teasing and lots of snorts, they finally agreed to ask him to visit them again after a couple of days for a nice picnic. A request which, in between leftover chuckles, plenty complains and a few gleeful tears, Forever agreed, a plan of vengeance already forming in his brain.

[disfrutalakia]

eu fui ler sua fanfic no ao3 e eu acho muito engraçado o nome dos streamers estarem lá tambem. Tipo eu shippo o Forever e o BadBoyHalo eu nao shippo o Francisco Miguel com o Darryl Noveschosch (q porra de sobrenome é esse) dito isso escreva mais fanfics

JSAKFKSKD SIM AQUELA TAG ME MATA

Dói todo dia quando eu vou na tag e sobre escrever mais fanfic... tenho 7k no forno

[guesswho873]

Can we have lee!tommy with ler!badboyhalo? (art)

hey now that i think about it, i never really drawn badboyhalo....

i tried......?

[mushiewrites]

midnight concept (bc i am behind and just watched the hostage video)

sapnap, george and bad take dream hostage at the end of the challenge. they attach the leash to a fence so he can't escape, and proceed to tickle and tease the life out of him. after a few minutes of pleading and begging, they propose a deal:

"if you can run away from us, we'll stop tickling you~"

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 9 - Unusual Tool

C!Badboyhalo/C!Skeppy PLATONIC

“Bahahahahad! Ihihihit tihihickles!” Skeppy whined through giggles, as Bad’s tail traced all over his tummy. Bad cooed, “Awwweeee, you are so cute, Geppy~” You may be wondering how they got into this situation. Bad and Skeppy were having cuddle time, with Skeppy, being smaller, lying on top of Bad. They were just having a comfy time until Bad’s tail accidentally brushed against Skeppy’s side, then adorable chaos ensued.

Now back to the current situation, Skeppy’s hands were gently held by Bad, as his tail delicately traced around Skeppy’s midsection. The diamond boy let out sweet giggles and pleas, but never once asked for it to stop. Skeppy didn’t really mind this kind of affection, especially if it was Bad initiating it. “Bahahad! Nohohot thehehere,” Skeppy pleaded as the tracing tail made its way to trace around the diamond boy’s navel.

Bad awed aloud, “Awwweeee but Skeppyyyy~ you seem to like this spot,” the demon fake pouted and then asked Skeppy genuinely, “Do you want me to stop?” Skeppy shook his head, “Nohoho…feheheels nihihice..” Bad held his best friend close in his arms, his tail still tickling around his tummy. Bad smiled, gently, “Alright, but let me know as soon as you want me to stop,” and Skeppy was lost in giggles and squeaks.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

An Ocean Away

okay. i know i made a joke about it literally in the answer to my last ask. however. i have decided to actually start doing little mini fics that i either a) started years ago and never finished, or b) are ideas from/based on something from years ago that i wrote in the spur of the moment

this one happens to be the second option: based on this clip from april of 2021!! throwback to baaaaby baby george omg i love him so much my little man. definitely took some creative liberties with the clip inspiration, but, pretty close still nonetheless :)

i’m excited to keep this going here and there!! there have been a lot of concepts i’ve been meaning to do for ages but thought maybe they’re too outdated to do (especially anything smp related) so maybe this will give me a good reason to get those done <3 that’s about all i have to say, so i hope everyone likes the fic!!

(technically, there’s no actual tickles involved, but still) lee!george, ler!dream, ler!badboyhalo, 2.4k words

enjoy!!

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“George, check discord,” Dream’s tired voice crackled through the microphone, lighting a fire in George’s chest from an ocean away. He blinked back into reality, having fallen into a trance watching BadBoyHalo wander around the SMP for the last 10 minutes, curled up in front of his computer in his dimly lit bedroom. He scooted his chair in, pushing his fingers out of the sleeve of his too-big hoodie, pulling at the blanket over his legs to make sure it didn’t catch under the wheels of the chair as he moved. He clicked off Bad’s stream, navigating to his and Dream’s discord messages, the preview notification letting him know that Dream had sent him a photo about two minutes prior.

It was a piece of fanart.

Fanart of him. And Dream.

Fanart of him and Dream, where Dream was tickling him to pieces.

It wasn’t anything too drastic– Dream with his arms wrapped around George from behind, fingers pressing into his ribs, lips close to his ear, presumably whispering something that would make George’s stomach flip about as much as it did in that moment, while George pushed him away, his face bright pink with a huge, shy smile– but Dream knew exactly what he was doing by sending it to him.

On Bad’s stream. In front of over a thousand people.

Had Dream lost his mind?

He wasn’t able to stop the shy giggle that made its way out of him, but he bit his bottom lip hard as soon as it escaped, smiling so wide it almost hurt his cheeks. He squirmed in his chair, one foot landing back on the ground as he adjusted himself, pushing himself to sit straighter, then slumping back down, pushing his chair a few inches back, then closer towards the desk, before finally settling on using his toes to twist the chair side to side nervously.

He clicked off their messages, into his and Bad’s, then into their group chat, before landing back on Dream’s, the image sending a new wave of flustered energy through him when it graced his presence again, making his flustered giggling return at full force.

“What’s going on over there, Captain Giggles?” Bad asked, chuckling himself, unable to ignore George’s intermittent laughter any longer. The nickname alone made his chest flutter again, bouncing his leg, growing antsy and shaking his head at no one.

“No, nothing, s’nothing, Dre– Dream’s just…” He stuttered, adjusting his headset over his ears and shifting his microphone around.

“He’s what?” Bad pressed, a smile audible in his voice, and George momentarily wished he could go back in time and slap himself before he ever met the two of them, but Dream’s laugh pulled him back down again.

“Yeah, what am I, George?” Dream asked, smug, and George could tell from the way his voice sounded that he had sat up straighter in his chair– taller, more alert, more confident.

“Just… an idiot,” George muttered, speech slurred and jumbled, both from how sleepy he was and how flustered he was. Dream and Bad both laughed at his reply, moving on with their own conversation about something else on the server that George was only kind of paying attention to.

He clicked on the message bar on the bottom, beginning to type out a reply, before deciding that his keyboard was much too loud and his monitor was much too big and bright to be doing that on, so he migrated back to Bad’s stream and returned it to full screen, before grabbing his phone and finding his home in Dream’s discord messages there instead. While his phone was much smaller, it was much closer to him, and the same photo shocked him for a third time, making the butterflies in his tummy flutter rapidly and forcing him to let out another quiet giggle. From there, his fingers flew, his hands clammy and shaky as they held the device close.

are you insane

He couldn’t think of much else to type. He still smiled, though, when he heard Dream let out a chuckle from the other end of the call, followed by the clacking of his keyboard, clearly much less shy about it than George was.

i saw it on twitter and it was just too cute not to send to you

look at your smile :(((

Dream was trying to kill him.

you’re trying to kill me.

Yeah, that was good.

nooooo

not yet ;)

George squirmed in his seat again, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers again, crossing his arms over his chest as he pulled his legs up again, curling his toes around the edge of the chair and muffling more breathy laughter into his arm.

“George,” Dream prompted during a lull in his and Bad’s conversation, and George dreaded what would follow, his nerves just barely starting to get back to normal. “You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” He replied, collected, albeit still sleepy, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why?”

“You haven’t said anything in a few minutes,” He finished, and George knew instantly that he was still messing around– he wasn’t free from Dream’s grasp just yet.

“Oh, sorry. Just tired, I think, but I’m still here,” He replied, as Bad answered a couple questions from chat in the meantime.

“Good,” Dream said back, clearly smirking, and George was embarrassed to admit how quickly that reply got him right back where his nervousness started.

Seconds later, his phone screen lit up again, alerting him of a new discord message.

georgie

One word, and Dream already had more nervous giggles bubbling up in his chest. He had George wrapped around his finger– and they both knew it.

yeah?

George let out a sigh, willing himself to calm down, eternally grateful that his camera wasn’t on. He could feel the heat on his face, helplessly aware that his flushed skin would be incredibly obvious and visible, even with the awful lighting from his computer monitor and the single, warm-toned lamp he had turned on in his room.

is that how you’re gonna react when i get to actually tickle you for the first time?

Any resolve George had hoped to hold onto flew out the window as soon as Dream hit send.

His embarrassed giggles returned again, even more nervous than they already were– which George didn’t even know was possible until it happened. They came out higher pitched, squeaky, completely involuntary, and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. He slapped a hand over his mouth, practically melting against his chair, resting his elbow in his desk and slumping down to hide in it. He dropped his other foot to the floor now, both legs bouncing nervously, as he stayed curled up with his head in his arms, mentally begging for the carpet below him to open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh my goodness, George, are you okay?” Bad asked through fond laughter, and George let out a groan, peeking one eye up to watch as Bad’s chat flew faster than his tired brain could process, filled with messages about his laughter and Dream’s smug responses and theorizing about what could be causing both of those things. “What set you off like that?”

“I sent him something,” Dream explained after recovering from his own smug laughter, voice smooth and sickeningly sweet, a tone that George recognized immediately, harkening back to their late nights discord calls with just the two of them where Dream would tease him in the exact same way. This only made George want to crawl into a hole even more, but he was still thankful that Dream wasn’t making him explain what had happened, because he might have actually died.

His thankfulness was short lived, however, when Dream reminded him that he was still insane, and still thrived off making George squirm and whine from thousands of miles away.

“Can I send it in the group chat, George? To show Bad?” Dream asked, and George had to bite his lip to stop himself from whining in response, reminding himself that they were still live, so he had to try to contain himself, even if Dream was making it so hard to do so just by existing and talking the way that he did.

“I hate you,” Was what he decided on instead, muttered softly into the sleeve of his hoodie that kept him comfortably warm and fuzzy– not a yes, not a no, enough for Dream to make a decision. He heard Dream chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and squeezing around his heart, another whimper threatening to escape his throat before he swallowed it down. He heard a few clicks, then watched the screen of his phone light up again, where it had been abandoned on the side of his desk.

oh baby :((

you’re so cute :(((

is it okay if i send it?

George felt the warmth spread through his chest again, feeling his lips form a small pout as he read each message as they came through. He squirmed and altered his position again, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands and picking his legs up, curling up under the blanket and scooting closer to his desk so he could still reach his keyboard and mouse.

mhm

He turned off his phone and placed it face down on the desk as he took a few seconds to get cozy again, shifting and squirming and wiggling, adjusting his hoodie, glancing between Bad’s stream and his now unoccupied hands in his lap, fidgeting with his fingers bashfully.

“Bad, check the group chat,” Dream said, and George let out a huff of air, his breathing somewhat regulated again even as his head grew dizzier and his poor tummy fluttered with butterflies. He heard Bad gasp, a smile audible in his voice when he spoke next.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked excitedly, and Dream hummed in confirmation. “Oh, that is so cute, that’s really cute.”

“Who is that, George?” Dream asked softly, and if George was in the same room as him, he could have shot lasers at him through his eyes. “Is that me and you?”

“Dream…” George whined, pulling the collar of his hoodie over his mouth to hide his giggles.

“Can I show that on stream?” Bad asked, and George’s stomach flipped, protests leaving his mouth before he even registered the question.

“No, no, no! Nohoho, no,” He whined, no fight in his voice, but still shaking at the thought of something like that being shown to their audience. He knew Bad wouldn’t do anything like that without his undeniable permission, but it was still enough to make him giddy and nervous all over again.

“C’mon, Georgie, let him show it,” Dream teased, and George shook his head at nothing once again.

“Nohoho! No, no,” He continued to protest, feeling the tension and anxiety rise in his chest, starting to get slightly nervous about continuing their activities in front of an audience.

George always prided himself on being able to control a situation on stream, making sure things would go a certain way, or at least be able to wrangle things back in if someone like Dream or Sapnap or Bad decided to tease and mess with him to fluster him, but this was a different situation. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to keep himself from completely falling into Dream’s trap, and with Bad there as well, it would only happen even faster. He still trusted them to know they would take care of it, but the thought worried him nonetheless.

“Can I at least describe it to them?”

“No! No, you can’t, you can’t,” George squirmed in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. He huffed again, biting his lip nervously, anxious energy turning antsy again.

“Alright, alright, I’m just teasing. I’m not gonna show it,” Bad reassured, and George hummed in acknowledgment. “But it’s a very cute piece of fanart, George, I’m glad I could see it. Did you commission someone for that?”

“Wh– no–!” George stuttered, giggling in surprise, not expecting the question. Dream chuckled too, answering much more eloquently.

“No, no. Obviously he didn’t,” He said, slow and soft, voice thick like honey once again, and George melted at his tone like a lovesick baby kitten, collapsing in his chair for the millionth time that night.

“Well, either way, it’s very, very adorable. I love it a lot, I saved it already on my phone,” Bad explained, the words flowing through George’s ears in slow motion.

“Y-you…” He stammered again, processing that Bad actually saved the drawing of Dream tickling him to his phone, and he broke into shy, squeaky giggles again. The other two let him wind himself down, kindly letting him breathe for a moment, and George decided that was as good a time as any to click into their group chat and type out another message.

bad

can you end

if you want

pls

His fingers trembled over the keyboard, and he squeezed his fists together, hoping it might help to calm him down slightly. He heard Bad chuckle through the call, answering another question from a donation, before a response came through.

aw :(

does someone want our attention?

George swore he was about to implode.

cmon

no more on stream

He replied, knowing he wasn’t making as much sense as he’d hoped, but confident that the other two would understand him. Dream’s response came first, reassurance over everything else.

okay, sweetheart, it’s alright

not too much longer, don’t worry

we won’t leave you hanging

George let out a soft sigh, ashamed to admit how much the simple words calmed him. Bad’s response came next,

anything for my gogy :)

lemme say my goodbyes and i’m all yours you lil muffin

Immediate relief flooded over him, followed by the sudden realization that he had technically just asked Bad to end his stream so he and Dream could focus more on teasing him, which he did not think through when he started typing. When he started giggling again, even as Bad tried to talk to chat and had to mute the call to do so, Dream couldn’t help but comment on it.

just heard that realization hit in real time

huh, cutie?

George bit his lip, typing up a quick reply,

shut up

i can barely breathe

He heard Dream chuckle at his message, and the group chat stayed still for a few moments. Eventually, George watched Bad’s stream go offline, and he returned to the discord call once more.

“So,” He began, and George was already laughing before he even finished. “Where were we again?”

[sleepy--anon]

Day 10: Ghost

Reserved by @fluffallamaful

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Little short

Sapnap loved his dads, obviously he went to them about different things but he loved them both so much. Skeppy was deemed the fun dad, the one he went to for games and energetic company. Bad was much softer, little more strict, he went to Bad for advice, when he was hurt, or just wanted some comfort or relaxed company. Sapnap usually destressed with Bad, just being around him made him feel better. After a particularly hard day Sapnap would trudge his way into the house, find his dad and just sit, Bad always caught on quickly. Today was no different, he had a stress filled day at Kinoko and didn't really want to go home, so he went to his dads' mansion. He found him in the kitchen, not really saying anything, just sitting on the couch.

"Oh! Sapnap, I didn't hear you come in! What are you doing here?" He just shrugged, curling up on the sofa, making himself as small as possible.

"Oh buddy! What's the matter? What happened?" Bad, once again, noticed immediately. He speed walked over and sat down next to him, wrapping him in a big warm hug. He gently rocked them back and forth, humming You Are My Sunshine, petting through his hair. Sapnap listened to his heartbeat, instantly feeling so much better, he let out a small sigh of satisfaction to let Bad know that was, in fact, what he needed. Bad pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead, rubbing his back.

"Rough day Bug?" Sapnap nodded from his comfortable place tucked in his chest, flinching slightly when he felt his claws trace the backs of his ribs.

"I am barely touching you~" He turned his face into his chest in embarrassment, twitching slightly but never actually moving away or pushing his hands. He giggled frantically, feeling his claws sliding lightly over his sides, tummy, and ears.

"You loved this as a baby, somethings never change huh cutie~" Bad cooed softly, praising him with little compliments and comparisons to when he was little, boosting his mood significantly. Even when he stopped he kept giggling, still feeling the claws on his skin.

"I'm not even tickling you anymore Munchkin~ it must be a ghost~ a little ghosty must tickling you now~" Sapnap’s nose scrunched up, smile bright, curling into his father.

[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

[wilbyscoot]

Lee!Wilbur and Ler!BadBoyHalo is so rare and random I have seen NONE of it being mentioned here in the slightest and somehow my mind suddenly comes up with an idea of the two of them

Wilbur being the bastard he is and Bad being fed up with his bullshit

[sleepysheepytea]

hmmm maybe ler bbh and lee ranboo? only if u want too! ^w^

^-^

[covenofwives]

ler!badboyhalo, lee!skeppy and underarms perhaps :O

“Stop h-helping them! G-Get these thing off me!” Skeppy shook himself in the tangle of the red vines. He had just made a simple trip to the Egg, checking up on it when it’s stupid vines started to wrap around him. They had not started tickling him as he has expected, but they wrapped around his waist and tangled up his arms, pulling them high above his head. That’s when Badboyhalo had found him.

Skeppy thought he was saved, Bad offering help but it became very clear that when Bad was reaching up to “help” he was just tangling Skeppy’s arms up more. Now the vine was double wrapped around Skeppy’s arms, tied in a neat little bow. “Oh I’m sorry, Skeppy! I thought you wanted help being more securely in the vines!”

Skeppy screamed, demanding why he would want such a thing, but the scream turned into a sudden laugh as Bad hand’s stuck into the diamond warriors armpits, scribbling his long claws and drilling his thumbs into the hollows. “Don’t worry Skeppy! You can struggle your way out! You got this!” Bad cheered on, his fingers dancing in Skeppy’s armpits. Skeppy tried to scream that wouldn’t work, but nothing could get through the laughter. Skeppy was going to be stuck for a long while.

[mushiewrites]

I just reread Llama's fic for George’s birthday and it mentions Dream also got birthday kisses that year. Which brought me back to my Dream has a ticklish face corner. 23 kisses all over, cheeks, neck, ears, tummy, nose ext. Just him giggling hard, trying to turn away from his mic, as Sapnap litters him with stubbly kisses, a few extra for luck (or just because he loves him) and George and Bad doing the teasing over Discord

little!!!!! stubbly!!!!!!! KISSSSSESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes!!!! absolutely yes! sap would litter his cute lil face and tummy and anywhere else he can reach with kisses!!! and since george is in florida now i can actually picture george holding dreams hands down so that sapnap has access to his lil tkly ears and the crook of his neck, before trailing kisses down on his ribs to his lil tummy ): and bad would be on discord, teasing dream about how cute he sounds as george gives him live updates. and all the while sapnap is just tkling the life out of dream with nothing but his mouth and his stubble!!! 🥰

(also!!!!! @fluffallamaful is actively writing this so no one steal the idea 😤)