#ler!patty

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Ok I got 2 ideas for you.

1. After the prank Jack played in the Newgrounds ending of tender treats, John ofc gets irritated and tickles him to teach a lesson.

2. In unwanted guest, John and Jack decided to be a bit playful and “interrogate” Kevin about the sugar he got, if ya know what I mean ;)

I don’t know if you want these as requests but I just thought I’d share them. Have a great day/night:D

Ok that first one I couldn’t resist turning into a fic, I’ll do a rant about that other one in a later post-

 Ler John (Brief ler Patty), Lee Jack

Warning: mention of corpses and cussing

Word count: 595

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“JACK GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!”

“John, calm down, it was just a joke!”

“JAAAAAAAAAACK!!”

“Patty, help me!!”

Patty rolled her eyes, listening to John chasing Jack around the morgue as she washed off the tools she’d used during Bob’s autopsy. She had originally thought Jack’s little joke was pretty funny until John had started firing. After she had put everything back (her two friends arguing behind her the whole time), she’d heard John lunge at Jack and miss, sparking a chase around her workplace.

As she finished washing her tools and began to take off her gloves and mask, she heard a loud thud, jolting her out of her concentration. She turned to see the brunette pinning his partner down on the ground.

“C-c’mon, John, you know it was a joke, right? Y-you don’t have to do this! It was just for a few laughs!” the ravenette begged fruitlessly, visibly nervous, already knowing what the short sheriff was planning.

“Laughs, huh? I’ll show you how to get some laughs!”

She rolled her eyes at the two as John dug under his deputy’s arms, pulling laughter from the younger man more effectively than Patty (or Jack) had expected. John was a lot more playful than he let on, especially after his daughter was born, and it was moments like this that proved that. ‘Punishments’ like this were incredibly common between the two, especially with how ticklish Jack was and how often he tried to pull dumb pranks. Patty had witnessed (and helped) John tickle Jack on numerous occasions and this one was no different. 

“Jack, you never told me you were this ticklish here, how could you?” John feigned offense.

“Ihit’s nohohot my johob tohoho tehell you my tihihickle spohohohots!!” Jack argued, trying to squirm away from his friend’s wiggling fingers.

“Hey, Patty, a little help over here?” John called over to their blonde friend, who rolled her eyes yet again with a small smile and shook her head.

“I’m good, I think you’re teaching him enough of a lesson. I’m gonna finish getting ready to go, so you better hurry up,” she told him, subtly hinting that they had to drive her home since her car was still undergoing repairs after a small… incident. That may have involved her bugging John while she was drunk. While John was driving. That he’s probably still a little upset about, but she honestly doesn’t care, because in the end she was paying for the repairs.

He nodded, carefully turning Jack onto his side so he could go in for the kill. The brunette clawed at his partner’s belly, causing the poor ravenette to squeal brightly and attempt to curl up to protect his death spot. John stopped after about a minute and released his giggly, pink-faced partner to collect himself on the floor.

“And I hoped you learned something about using corpses for your pranks,” Patty gently chided him as she helped him up, punctuating her sentence with a few pokes to his side, making him squeak and giggle again.

“Ihi did, I dihihihid!” he assured her, covering his side. The three finally turned to leave the room, Jack trying to will the blush away from his face and fix his messed-up vest, Patty tightening her bun (the hair falling in front of her eyes kept pissing her off) and John acting like nothing happened.

As it turns out, Jack got a lot more tickles on the way home.

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OK This was short af but I loved writing for Spooky Month for once! Also Jack my beloved-

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lee!Patty anyone?

I drew this in school-

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Seems 2 me like henry is getting flayed

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Soul Eater Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Soul/F! Reader, Death the Kid/F! Reader, Black Star/F! Reader, Maka/F! Reader. Tsubaki/F! Reader, Liz/F! Reader, Patty/F! Reader, Stein/F! Reader

Length: 1.5k+

Summary: N/A

Soul Eater Evans:

Soul is very casual most of the time and I feel like tickling someone to pieces wouldn’t be any different. 

Like Maka, takes it in complete stride which his Lee likely wouldn’t expect if they’d hidden it from him out of fear for any length of time. 

He finds this hysterical and incredibly endearing at the same time, leading to him laughing at you good-naturedly. 

“Damn, you went that long without something you wanted out of some misguided sense of feeling weird? You could’ve just told me, ya know. I tickle Blackstar and Maka all the time, Hell you’ve seen me do it. You had to know I wouldn’t mind.”

When you fumbled to explain it was different he sighed and rubbed his head. 

“Man, you’re hopeless. Least now I know why you ran away all those times. Must’ve been really embarrassing for you, huh?”

He grinned, wiggling his fingers at you eagerly as he cornered you.  

“Welp, guess all we can do is make up for lost time huh? C'mere so I can help you experience what you’ve wanted so bad first hand!”

He’s not a chaser, prefers for you and him to be more stationary. 

Admittedly gets a kick at seeing you try to hold your arms up or not struggle too much, even though a cool guy like him could totally overpower you.  

Reassures you in his own way too, bringing it up casually after wrecking you after you both had a stressful test that day. 

“Y'know, the others won’t mind tickling you either. Even on the fraction of a chance they’re not willing to- they wouldn’t make fun of you for it. Even if they did, they’d have me to deal with!”

He flashed a shark-toothed grin your way. 

“You like being tickled. So what? C'mon, say it. I know you can!”

Messes with you for a few days and sessions until you finally spit the words out. 

He doesn’t tickle you directly till you get it out- only giving a quick poke or huff of air along your neck or ears to make you jump, around the others that prick-until you crack. 

He’s kind’ve mean about it, honestly, but he does it to help you not hide who you are from the others. It’s all out of love in the end. 

Rubs it in your face so hard when he ends up right. Doesn’t let you live it down ever. 

Expect group tickle sessions for a while too just to be extra sure you got the message it’s not a big deal. 

Maka Albarn:

Maka is really intuned with everyone around her and that translates to when she Ler’s too. 

She senses the little things- the way someone leans into her touch when they like a spot. 

She’s kind too- not the type to call you out and tease you for it like Soul or Stein, and if she does it’s playful and she’ll immediately admit she liked it just as much as you.  

She loves to make others happy, and this is no exception. She views it as perfectly natural and normal and just about Maka-Chop’s you anytime you put yourself down. 

You learn to accept your little quirk with her and the rest of your friends help. 

Black Star:

God Blackstar is a rough one. 

Good luck, the second he finds out you’re ticklish I hope you like it because he’s gonna use it to mess with you constantly. 

Getting out of things, making you forgive him for small mistakes, you name it he’ll implement tickling somehow if it fits. 

And when Tsubaki finally spells it out for him that you like it? 

Even training isn’t safe then and he is merciless in that environment when he’s focused so trust- you both do and don’t wanna be caught by him. 

He’s loud when he teases so you have to be direct and tell him not in public, and remind him if it bothers you fairly often otherwise the whole damn school is gonna know. 

Speaking of teasing, KING of teases.

I’m blushing just thinking about it. 

“Wow, is this really all you can handle? I know it’s a tall order because you’re up against a big star like me, but I’ll have to help you build up your stamina and endurance.”

“You’re lucky there’s no Kishin who tickle their victims; otherwise you’d be a goner for sure! Luckily you have the great Blackstar to help you as a failsafe precaution! Aren’t you lucky?”

300% uses his Ninja skills to fuck with you.  

Sorry I don’t make the rules. 

You called his bluff when he was just starting out and assumed he was loud and obnoxious with no other mode and boy did that backfire on you horribly. 

After finding out you like being tickled, guess who now has a way to show you just how well he can sneak up on people whenever and wherever he wants?

Uses tickles as a reward/motivation too, to keep you training with him just that little bit longer than you usually would. 

Tsubaki:

Gosh she’s so flustering as a Ler without even trying. 

It’s because she’s so sincere and gentle. 

It makes her amusement and sweet teases all the more effective. 

“Aww you’re so precious like this! I’ve gotta do this more often!”

She’s one of the easiest Lers to go to, especially if you want relaxing tickles. 

She’s so gentle technique wise, really only using spidering and stroking but it still tickles like Hell. 

The only one who can reign Blackstar in with either tickling him or just talking sense.  

Death the Kid:

Kid is generally very put together and that translates to when he lers. 

Of course, he has to tickle symmetrically which means his poor Lee will have to put up with either both his hands or two tools at once. 

The only good thing is that means you know the sensations are predictable. 

Unless he has Liz and Patty help. Then? Then they’re really in trouble, because they’ll do the same, but as long as they keep the same technique? Kid’s fine letting them have variety from him. Predictability neutralized. 

Unintentionally so flustering, holy shit. 

Kid is naturally very logical and serious, and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. That man’s smirk is lethal. 

Absolutely uses this to his advantage. After all, he has to make both of your cheeks the same pretty shade of red, and what better way to do that then make it cover your whole face~?

“Oh come now, surely it can’t tickle that badly? You’re flattering me.”

Can’t stop at an uneven time- works together with his Lee to get to 88 minutes for perfect symmetry. 

He’ll stop before that if needed of course, but it’s typically best when the numbers match. 

Patty:

Brings out of her Lee’s childish natures with her own. 

Tends to giggle happily along with her Lee and is one of the Lers most often to start tickle fights and the like. 

Adores how much fun it is to make her friends, family and s/o’s laugh omg. 

It’s why she does it so often. 

Most think she’s not smart but really, she’s quite aware. She just chooses to embrace her more childish side openly. 

Loves to tease her Lee’s and pouts when she has to stop or gets pulled away by Liz. 

“Aww but why? They’re so cute like this!!”

“Yes Patty but you kind of need them alive to tickle them more yeah? Let ‘em breathe, k?”

She salutes her sister all cute-like.

“K!!”

Switches spots often and has to get reminded by Kid to be more symmetrical if they’re Ler'ing someone together because she forgets a lot and it always makes her Lee jump in their grip. 

Liz:

Queen of self-care/self-comfort tickles, for both her Lee and herself. 

Compliments galore she’s so damn nice.

“Your laugh is so pretty, I swear. I’m so jealous!”

“Oh my God your nails are so cute!! You have to paint them for me later! Maybe if you agree to I’ll stop~”

Her teases are like that, mixed with her genuine compliments. 

The most merciful between her sister and Kid. 

Kid tends to get lost in the symmetry while tickling his Lee so if she’s helping or knows he’s gonna be Ler'ing someone she always reminds him to set an alarm so the poor Lee isn’t stuck there for 3 hours.

Definitely hasn’t happened more than once, nope. 

Not that the Lee was complaining-

Absolutely loves using her nails as a tickle tool. It’s her go-to method and she is good.

Stein:

Unsurprisingly, the scientist who loves to experiment, also does so when tickling. It’s just his nature. 

In addition to that he’s perceptive as Hell so good luck hiding your reactions. 

In all likelihood, he knows instinctively if a Lee enjoys it thanks to seeing their Soul and being able to sense their nature better than most. 

Let’s face it; Stein’s a complete sadist- and not only that- he’s very open about that fact. 

Which means if it gets to you that he’s like that he’ll absolutely call you out and mess with you with it, switching between his typically playful and analytical self and his more cruel side. 

Knows every tool out there, and relishes testing more unconventional ones too like back scratchers, combs and the like. 

That goes for enhancement methods too. Everything from oil, sensory deprivation, and bondage. Whatever he can think of, really. 

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A Rat and a Squealing Frog

Remus is bored as can be, in desperate need to get rid or let his ler mood out, so when he sinks out he finds a unsuspecting victim or should I say, side, to help him out

Tickle fic!

(Includes: Remus, Tickles, rough tickling, possible Intruality? Short fic, reference(s) of the word ‘Daddy”, swearing, tickling death spots, tell me if I forgot any)

Remus huffed as he threw his knife at his wall, the tip getting in bedded in the wall with a ‘twang’ noise. What caused this? Remus was in a huge Ler mood and in desperate need to tickle someone, to hear their laughter and screams, their begs and pleads as he or well his tentacles tickled them silly in their worse spots.

Remus whined an just sunk out, deciding on the first person he saw he would go for, he needed to get rid of his huge Ler mood. He rose up in the Living space an looked around. Eyes landing on Patton who was making cookies in the kitchen, completely unaware of Remus’s presents. Remus grinned as his tentacles came out from his back, finding the perfect target. He quickly sped over as his tentacles latched onto Patton and trapped him, causing Patton to jump and frog scream out of fright.

Remus laughed and sunk back to his room with a very panicked Patton who was tightly wrapped in his tentacles that were so eager to just start already.

He rose up and Patton looked around petrified “R-Remus where am I?! W-W-What’s going on?!” “Oh calm your dicks pops, I ain’t gonna hurt cha but your gonna be here a while since I- or we, need desperate help~ and be prepared to loose your voice and mind for a while!”

Remus explained as he happily sat in his torn old chair, leaving Patton confused before he suddenly burst out laughing which quickly grew to hysterics as tentacles went under his shirt and started tickling his belly as 1 even dipped onto his bellybutton. Remus grinned as he watched Patton who was held up by 2 tentacles around his wrists as 3 others attacked his belly and his armpits as he wriggled around and laughed and squealed in hysterics.

"Awwwee! whats the matter patty?! does it tickle? is the little gigglebug ticklish?" Remus teased as Patton laughed an squirmed around. "REHEHEMHMUS! PLHEHEHAHSE!"

"What was that? please more! Oh of course Patty!" "NHOHOHO! W-WAHAHIHT!" Patton only managed to barely get two words out before he wailed in his beautiful laugher an screams as the tentacles moved from his armpits and belly down to his thighs as others worked on getting his shoes an socks off.

Patton kicked his legs around in a desperate attempt to break free from this tickly torture he was now stuck in. Two other tentacles soon grabbed his ankles as well an held him still as more started wriggling or suctioning on an off from his soles an toes while more absolutely destroyed his thighs and poor helpless Patton could only wail an scream in laugher as tears streamed down his face, all the while remus was sat back an watching in pure joy.

Remus soon got a idea an brung him over to his lap, the tentacles stopping to give him a break as Patton giggled an panted for air, The tentacles let go of him but before Patton could move Remus tied his wrists again an ankles an tied his big toes together.

That made Patton burst into anticipated giggles as Remus smirked an put his feet in his lap as he tentacles moved to a stronger grip on Patton. He blushed when he felt cold liquid being poured over his toes an soles, baby oil..

Patton smiled more through his anticipating giggles as he tried to squirm free, but this made the tentacles tighten their grip and a couple started wiggling at his sides, causing the poor moral side to start squealing and giggling even more. “Now now Daddy Patty~ the more you squirm the more their just keep it up and you’ll be stuck with me for much Much longer~” Remus said in a hummed voice, practically having a ear to ear smile now as he threw the bottle of oil aside an placed his finger tips on to Pattons poor oiled soles.

Patton watched as he bit his lip with a wide smile, trying to curl his toes to save himself.

Big mistake

Remus grinned and as almost if it was a green light for him, he started scribbling and scratching at his soles an just under his toes on the left while using a hair brush on the right, and to top it off his tentacles that had been wiggling at Pattons sides had moved to his thighs and started poking and squeezing.

Poor Patton was practically screaming and wailing in laughter at this point, he had tears in his eyes (in a good way) and was loosing his mind as Remus attacked to two death spots with things added on top, it was too much for the poor moral side, and sadly since they were in Remus’s room, non of the other sides could hear him.

This went on for over 10 minutes before Patton started coughing and screaming through his beautiful laughter that he couldn’t take anymore, and eventually after a few minutes of it Remus finally let up. Patton gasped and panted for air as his laughter died down to soft giggles as Remus was trying to help clean the oil off with a hand towel but didn’t really work so he just left the oil on.

The tentacles let Patton go an Remus smirked as he set Patton on his bed, who was already looking so tired. “So, how was that~” Remus teased as he watched the moral side glance at him with a smile. “S-stra-strange b-but I e-enj-joyed it” Patton panted out with a soft giggle. Remus seemed satisfied with that answer and sunk Patton out, where Patton laid on the couch in the living room, quickly falling asleep and confusing the other 4 when they came down to see a sleeping Patton but the oven still on with cookies inside.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Prompt idea sticking with the Saint Patrick's Day theme...

Harry(raimi) walks into Peter 1, 2, and 3 having their Saint Patrick's Day tickle fight, they turn and simultaneously look at him like "you're not wearing green" and it becomes a huge tickle pile with Harry being the main lee! I love those 4 together❤ Hope you like this prompt!

I feel like they will all be the lees and the lers!

Luck of the Irish

Sumary: See prompt above :)

(Ahhh! I love this so much ❤️ they are all such great tickle monsters 😭 ❤️ thank you so much Anon! Enjoy :))

Harry perked up. He had heard what sounded like a squeal come from within Otto's apartment. He knew the three Peters were house sitting while the older man was out, but he hadn't heard anything from them in the last hour.

Harry shrugged when no other sound followed. "Must be hearing things."

Suddenly, another squeal, this time much louder, reached his ears.

"What's going on in there?" Harry muttered to himself as he stood.

He crossed the room to Otto's apartment door. When he opened it and peeked his head inside, he didn't see anyone at first.

"Coming through!"

Harry turned just in time to pull the door closer to him.

Peter 3 zoomed through the space a moment later. "Where are you!"

Once the way was clear again, Harry peeked around the door before stepping completely inside the apartment. He cautiously closed the door to the lab before stepping into the living room.

It was complete chaos.

The coffee table and extra chairs were pushed in front of the TV stand while the couch cushions were stacked to the side. Meanwhile, Peter 3 was moving the curtains around near the windows.

"What is going on in here?"

The tallest Spiderman whirled around. "Have you seen a short adorable blue-eyed man anywhere?"

"Not short you jerk!"

"You're a short king Two!" Peter 3 exclaimed as he ran off in the direction of the voice. "Now come here!"

Two sets of pounding footsteps took off down the hall.

Harry took a couple steps back to watch them both run off. "Sheesh! What's in them?"

"You're telling me."

Harry turned back to the living room to see a small head peeking out from behind the couch. "Don't worry Pete, thehey're gone."

The youngest's eyes widened.

"You okay?"

One shook his head as he pulled himself out. "I'm fine, just needed a breather."

"What is even going on?"

One sat on the top of the couch. "It's a celebration."

"A celebration?"

"Yeah!"

Harry sat down on the edge of the couch. "What are you celebrating?"

The youngest's brows furrowed together. "Do you not know what day it is today?"

Harry shrugged. "Friday."

One shook his head as he moved to sit on the couch. "Not what I meant."

"I don't keep up with birthdays that well."

"Harry, it's March."

"March the Fourth be with you?"

Peter 1 pressed a hand to his forehead. "That's in May."

"Then what is it?"

"It's March 17th."

Both whirled around to see Peter 2 and 3 standing in the living room.

"Oh, Happy Saint . . . Patrick's Day?"

As Harry gave his greeting, Peter 1 started backing toward the arm of the couch as nervous giggles streamed out of his mouth.

Harry shifted so he was in front of Peter 1. "What's so special about March 17th?"

Peter 2 moved to sit beside Harry. "Remember? St. Patty's Day is associated with a special color."

"And?"

A hand squeezed his shoulder. "Ihif yohou don't wear thehe color, yohou gehet tickled."

A memory tickled at the back of Harry's mind. He had heard the three others talk about these plans last week, but had forgotten about it.

Peter 3 stepped closer. "Ahand who wohould like to goho first?"

One squeaked again.

"You don't have to if you don't want to Pete," Harry reminded as he peeked over his shoulder.

One nodded. "Ihi knohow."

"Too much at once?" Peter 2 asked gently.

One shook his head as a wobbly grin overtook his face.

"You sure?" Harry double checked.

Peter 1 nodded again.

Peter 2 and 3 nodded back with matching smiles on their faces.

Meanwhile, Harry finally relaxed and moved back out of the way.

Peter 3 smirked. "For two people who claim to be so smart, you sure chose the wrong day to not wear green."

The light finally clicked on for Harry. He realized a moment to late what he had been roped into.

Peter 2 smirked at his friend. "Oho, thihis will be gohood."

Harry backed up a little. "Watch it itsy bitsy!"

Two scooted closer. "Whahat arhare you going to doho about ihit hm?"

Both sides stared each other down for a moment.

Then Two and Three pounced.

Peter 2 pined Harry while Three pinned Peter 1.

Harry stared at Two. "Peter!"

Peter Two giggled. "Ihit's thehe luck of thehe Irish."

Harry squawked as Peter 2 dug into his sides. "Peheter!"

"Gootchie goo!"

On Harry's left, a steam of loud cackles caught his attention. While Two had attacked Harry's side, Three had attacked One's ribs.

"Ahh gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"

"NAAAH! THREHEE!"

Two's chuckle recaught Harry's attention.

The oldest Peter smiled. "You wahant what he's havihing?"

Harry growled. "Do ahand dihie itsyhy bitsyhy!"

Two wiggled his fingers. "I'll tahake my chancehes."

Harry bucked and squealed as Peter 2 dug into his ribs. "NAHA! YOHOU JEHERK!"

"Wohow! Yohour ribs are almost ahas bad as Uno's."

"Yohou're rihibs ahare bahad tohoo!" One exclaimed.

Two turned to the youngest. "Buhut not ahas bad as yoHOOOU!"

While Two was distracted, Harry managed to get his feet planted. He thrusted his hips forward and sent Peter 2 tumbling to the floor. The taller man then jumped on top of his smaller friend.

Peter 2's eyes widened. "Oh no!"

"Never should have told mehe you like tickles Peheter." Harry then dug into Peter 2's ribs. "You knehew I'd gehet you back!"

"AHHH! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Aww what's wrong itsy bitsy? Got sensitive ribs?"

"YOU KNOW IHI DOOO!"

"Hmm, should I sing you your favorite song?" Harry placed both hands on Two's bottom most ribs.

"Noho! Wahait!"

Before Harry could start singing, he was tackled to the floor. One figure landed on his waist and another pinned his arms in a full nelson behind his head.

"Wow! What are you two doing!"

Peter 1 giggled at him. "Sohrryhy Harryhy, we wahant a tuhurn!"

Three readjusted his hold. "We don't gehet to hear yohour giggles very often!"

Peter 2 joined his brothers by pinning Harry's ankles in a headlock. "Hehe's gohot the best ohones."

Harry blushed. "Shuhut uhup!"

Peter 1 turned to Peter 2. "What sohong was hehe going toho sihing Twoho?"

"Itsy bitsy spider," the oldest muttered.

The youngest grinned. "Thank yohou!"

Harry watched One turn around and pull his suit jacket aside so he could easily access his ribs. He then rested his fingers on Harry's bottom most ribs.

"One! Ihi protectehed yohou!"

"Ihi knohow, and Ihi appreciate ihit. But I wanna hehear yohou lahaugh more!"

The youngest Peter began spidering his fingers up his older friend's ribs. "Thehe itsy bitsy spider climbed uhup thehe water spout."

"AHH! OHONE!"

Peter 1 jumped his hands down to Harry's hips. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

"Eep!"

Peter 2 reached forward to boop Harry's nose. "Out came the sun ahand dried up all the rahain."

"Wahatch it."

All three Peters sang together as they each tickled a different spot. "And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."

Harry was currently in stitches. Peter 1 was tickling his ribs, Peter 2 was rotating between his feet and knees, and Peter 3 was using one hand to attack his armpits.

Sure he had been tickled back by Peter 2 and occasionally roped into a tickle fight between Otto and Peter, but he hadn't had three people tickling him at once. While he was having a blast, he was tiring pretty quick.

Thankfully, his three ticklers quickly picked up on the cues and let him go.

Harry curled into a ball. "Whehehew."

"You good Harry?" Peter 2 asked.

"Yehes, juhust give me aha minute." Harry took a deep breath. "Ihi've nehever been tickled byhy three peheople before."

"Luck of the Irish strikes again."

Harry's arms shot up and grabbed the first Peter he could and pulled him on top of him. A moment later he was smirking at Peter 3 before he dug into his armpits.

"AHHH! HARRYHY!"

"Luhuck of thehe Irish strikes agahain!" The older man teased. "Get him boys!"

Both Peter 1 and 2 smirked. Three had gotten both of them too so it seemed only fair. They scrambled over to help Harry tickle the tallest Peter to bits.

After they were finished, Harry playfully ruffled Three's hair and then let him go. "Come ohon you three, lehet's get Otto's living rohoom back in order."

Each member of the group stood except for Peter 3.

Peter 2 poked his side. "You tohoo lazy bones."

"Okahay, okahay, I'm cohoming," Peter 3 replied as he stood to his feet.

By working together, the group of four had the living room together in a matter of minutes. Once they were done, they all collapsed back onto the floor to rest.

"Hahappy Saint Patrick's Day guhuys," Three exclaimed.

"Mhm."

"You too."

"Ditto."

The small agreement mutually confirmed it. This was a great Saint Patrick's Day.

[thatsadbietch]

All Hallow’s Schemes

Who’s ready for a Halloween themed fic in December??  

It seems you’ve been dealt your share of tricks this Halloween, and decide its your turn for some treats with a little help from your favorite smug eagle.

ler!reader, lee!Keaton

I hope everyone enjoys! Please if you have a villager in mind I’d love to oblige!

“Wheeew,” you exhaled, shutting the door to your home and slumping onto your couch.  It was a fun Halloween event, but it wore you out, searching for and giving candy to Jack while avoiding being tricked by your neighbors.  And some of them got you good, wiping your brow and inspecting your hand to find it coated in blue and green paint.

“Those assholes,” you muttered fondly, chuckling a little to yourself as you recounted the events of the evening. Audie, Patty, and Piper were out together and flanked you at once for candy, which you’d just given to Jack. While you were trying to explain your way out of an impending trick, Louie appeared behind you, taking your arms and holding you against him.

“Treat or be tricked, Y/N, that’s the rule for tonight!” he had said as the three aspiring pop stars attacked your face and neck with paint. Of course, it was all good fun, but it left you restless.

“All that trouble for what?” You asked yourself, looking toward the door where you emptied all the contents of your pockets.  Some spooky garland, a lantern, one of Jack’s robes, a Jack mask, a few new DIY recipes…

“... Wait a minute,” You thought and approached your Halloween haul, eyeing the robe and headpiece.  The gears in your head were turning and you developed a wonderfully devious idea.  But you were going to need some help.

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“Heh, not too bad,” Keaton said to himself, going through his haul for the evening.  He had been careful to steer clear of Jack all night… Not that he was afraid of him or anything.  Totally not that. He just thought it best not to bother the Czar on his big day.  Yep, that was the story he was sticking with.

Three loud thumps startled him out of his thoughts as he ran up to the door.

“Nice try, you aren’t getting any tricks or treats from me!” He called out.

“I thought you were an eagle, not a chicken,” you called back from the other side. Keaton turned quickly and opened his door rather abruptly, but you rushed in before he had a chance to tell you how rude he thought you were.

“Wingo, what are you- what happened to your face?” he said upon seeing the blue and green hues you hadn’t bothered to clean off yet.

“Louie, Piper, Audie, and Patty happened.  And I want your help to get them back.” Keaton smirked.  “What’s the plan then, wingo?” You pulled up a message on your phone and showed your vibrant partner in crime.

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“There, sent!” Piper chirped, having sent a mass invitation to everyone on the island to her home for a Halloween party.  Given almost half the island was at her home already, she figured the more the merrier… Or in this case, the scarier.  Audie, sporting a red dress and devil horns, was preparing a punch while Patty frosted some of the pumpkin and bat-shaped cookies she baked for the occasion. Meanwhile, a toilet paper-wrapped Louie put up the decorations.

“Thanks for inviting us over, Piper, this is gonna be a blast!” Louie said as he descended from a step ladder.

“Of course.  The decorations look totes amazing, by the way!” Piper complimented, smiling wide and showing her vampire teeth.  Paper bats flew from strings on the ceiling and spooky garland accented the walls.  Pumpkin lanterns were illuminated and fake spiders sneakily adorned chairs and tables, awaiting unsuspecting guests.

“And OMIGOSH look at this snack table!” Audie’s blood-red cherry punch was the perfect balance of sweet and tart, and Patty’s finished cookies were a work of art; you almost wouldn’t want to eat them and ruin them.  Well, almost.

“It was no trouble.  I’m actually super pumped my cherry punch gets such a grand debut!” Audie elicited a  small squeak of excitement and clapped her paws together.

“And I always love an excuse to get baking. It’ll be my claim to fame!” Patty perked up.

“And I just finished putting together the perf Halloween playlist.  Tonight is officially ON!” Piper cheered.

And just like that, out went the power.

Patty and Audit audibly gasped in surprise, holding each other.

“Piiiiper… What’s going on?” Louie asked wearily.  Piper huffed, more frustrated than scared at the moment.

“I don’t know! I’ll go check outside.”  But she stopped, and all four watched as her door slowly opened.

~Crreeeeeek~

“Piper,” Louie called, placing a hand on her shoulder.  She jumped in response, but backed up where the four of them were huddled together.

“I heard there was a party at this house… A Halloween party…” Bellowed a deep voice.  The four villagers were shaking now.

“And I WASN’T INVITED?!” The door burst completely open and in bounded a purple-robed figure with a pumpkin lantern head, eyes glowing bright red.  

“JACK!?!” The four exclaimed, fear evident in all their voices as they huddled more tightly together, if that was possible. The figure released a deep, evil laugh.

“Mwahaha! Yes, tis I, the Czar of Halloween themselves!” They sauntered menacingly toward the group.  “How dare you host a party on my Halloween night without my appearance!” The group murmured apologies, but the Czar was having none of it.

“Enough! I care not for your apologies.  Your actions must be met with consequences, so here is a trick from your dear friend, JACK!” With that, a substance burst forth from the figure’s wrists, causing squeals and screams from the four.  However, Audie was the first to stop and realize.

“Wait, foxtrots… This is just silly string.”  Suddenly the lights kicked back on, and sure enough, the four looked at each other covered in purple and orange silly string.  They all stood, thoroughly confused.

“Hahaha! Wingo, that was phenomenal!” Keaton ran in, putting a friendly wing over “Jack”’s shoulder.

“How now, what do you mean “wingo”?” Patty asked.  Keaton smirked as the figure pulled off his head, which wasn’t a head at all, revealing your still blue and green painted face.

“Y/N!?!?”

“Surprise!” You announced triumphently, returning Keaton’s gesture by placing an arm over his shoulders.

“But… how did you…” Piper started.

“Oh, it was pretty easy!” you started.  “You sent the invite, and I decided to return your trick with one of my own!”

“Of course after seeing wingo’s face, I had to do something. Four against one, ya know. And it was a blast!” he then turned to you. “Had to even the odds a little bit.  What kind of a bestie would I be if I left them hanging?”

There was a moment of silence before Louie started laughing. “Man, island rep, you got us good! And we did kinda gang up on you earlier, sorry about that.” Audie, Piper, and Patty followed suit.

“Yeah foxtrot, I guess we got caught up in all the festivities.”

“I’m sorry if we made it seem like we were all out to get you, chickadee.”

“Oh bestie, I’m so sorry!”

“There’s no need. Everyone had fun with their tricks.  I know I did,” you chuckled and continued.  “As far as I’m concerned we’re even now.”

“So will you guys stay for the party?” Piper asked in a hopeful tone.

“Yeah, Rep, hang out!” Louie encouraged.  You looked to Keaton, who shrugged with indifference.

“Yeah, I think we can chill for a while.  But we’re gonna go get cleaned up and changed first.  We’ll be back in a few!”  With that, you and your partner in crime headed to your house, which was notably larger than the others and near to the island office.

“Jeez friendo, when are you gonna let me move in?” Keaton jested, planting himself on your couch while you went to wash off your paint.

“Maybe when you help me pay off the bells I still owe on this place,” you retorted.  You looked in the mirror and were relieved that the paint all seemed to come off without residue. Upon coming out of the bathroom you see that Keaton has already taken the liberty of propping his feet up on your coffee table and resting his wings behind his head with a Halloween program on the TV.  “You do look pretty comfy, though.”

“Helping the Czar of Halloween prank our friends is hard work.”

“Oh yeah, flipping the power off and back on must’ve taken it out of you.”  Keaton glared at you momentarily but turned his attention back to the program.  Maybe it was the adrenaline from the massive trick you pulled off, or maybe it was the spirit of the holiday getting to you.  Either way, your own glare turned mischievous as you crept up on your unsuspecting friend.  

“So are you almost ready to go or wha-HA! Wihihingoo, NOOOHOHO!” Keaton screamed, in part due to the very intentional timing of a jump scare on TV with you bringing your hands down and scribbling your fingers in his exposed underwings. 

“Whahahat are yahoo doihihing?!” Keaton toppled over in an attempt to get away, however, you (un)gracefully jumped over the back of the couch to straddle his legs: he wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

“Well, if you think about it, I could be doing a few things,” you said plainly, as if you weren’t trying to tickle Keaton into a giggling mess.

“I could be giving you a well-deserved trick for the holiday,” you teased, dragging your fingers from his underwings to the softer part of his belly, scribbling at the quivering tender area.

“WIHEHENGOHOHO!” Keaton shrieked, trying to squirm out from under you, but you firmly planted yourself.

“Nuh uh, none of that!” you scolded, quickly turning to squeeze the tops of his knees, which unfortunately for him was one of the few areas unguarded by feathers.

“GAAHHAHA, noohooho wihehengo, please!” Keaton cackled, his head thrown back on the couch cushion behind him. You stopped to give him some reprieve, not forgetting to hold that spot against him in the future.

“Now, where was I,” you said in mock thought, tapping your chin dramatically while the eagle under you caught his breath.

“Y/N, wahahait,” Keaton tried reasoning through residual giggles.  But you acted as if you hadn’t heard him.

“Oh, yeah! I could be giving you payback for telling your uncle,” you continued, suddenly sending vibrating pokes randomly along his ribs.

“WINGOHOHO! NOHOHO WAHAHSP STIHEHENGS! Cheehehater!”

“Cheater?! You sold me out to Apollo! Maybe I wouldn’t have learned aaaallll about “wasp stings” if you hadn’t found that loophole, huh?” You exclaimed, continuing your revenge by squeezing Keaton’s hips, wriggling your thumb on the taught skin. He went ballistic, his back arched and heels dug into the couch behind you both.

“YHAHAH/NAAHEHE!” he grabbed onto your wrists, but at this point was too weak to pull them off. You almost felt sorry for him… almost. But you did give him another chance at catching his breath as you relented once more.

“Wihihngo, I’m sorryhehe, I cahahan’t…” he trailed off, panting and giggling, wiping away his tears of laughter. You waited a beat for either him to finish his thought or tell you he’s reached a limit.  Now that you thought about it, you were a bit surprised he hasn’t done much objecting as of yet.

“You sure are in rare form today, wingo.  Is the moon full or something?” Keaton asked nervously. You chuckled at your usually pompous and confident friend, who was very much caught off guard. 

“Halloween spirit, maybe. But there’s one more thing, since I have your attention,” you stated, and made a show of pinning Keaton’s wings to his sides.  His eyes widened in surprise and wonder about the unknown.

“You might not be in this situation if you hadn’t started all of this on the beach.”

“What? Okay, that’s NOT how that happened!” Keaton objected, finding the sass that was once buried in ticklish hysteria.

“Yes it is! You couldn’t take a joke, so you resorted to… this!” Keaton noticed that beat of silence in your accusation and pressed on.

“Resorted to what exactly, wingo?”

“You’re stalling!”

“No, let’s get the story straight. I can’t take a joke so I tackled you on the beach and…?” Keaton egged. 

“You… you ti-... arrgh…,” You felt your face heat and you huffed.  How dare he fluster you in his position?

“Oh my god, you can’t say it.”  It was your turn for your eyes to widen.  You grit your teeth in an attempt to seem unphased, but given your face felt as though it was the same temperature as the sun, you knew it was in vain.

“You can’t say it! Look how red you are!” Keaton, even still in a compromised position, chuckled at the realization.

“Shut up, feather face!”

“Oh wingo, don’t be like that.  You’re adorable,”

“Careful Keaton, I still have one more trick up my sleeve.” He narrowed his gaze and smirked.

“Do you? Are you going to tickle me some more? I already figured that,” he replied, emphasizing that damn word.

“And just wait, wingo, I’ll have my payback. You’ll be tickled to tears again, and you won’t even see it coming.” You were a thoroughly flustered mess at this point, but still took in a deep breath…

“And the best part is I know you’ll even look forward to it, 'cause you like being tickled-AHHH! HAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

You exhaled vigorously in the crook of Keaton’s neck, vibrating his nerves into such a frenzy, he didn’t know how to respond. He thrashed pretty violently as opposed to earlier, so you figured he was eating his teasing words and held as firm as you could. Your breath did run out eventually and you sat back up to look at the giggling mess beneath.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?”

“Whahahat did you do?”

“I’m not playing that game again!” You threatened, taking in another deep breath.

“Nonononono wahait wingo I’m serious! Whahat was that? Keaton frantically spoke, and you could tell he was genuine in his question. And it dawned on you.

“Oh... OH! You’re birds!” you chuckled, “You actually probably don’t know what a raspberry is!” He looked at you as if you’d lost your mind.

“What does fruit have to do with it?”

“Ha, no, no, that’s just what it's called. I don’t know why.”

“Well, I’m not a fan!”

“I think they’re a fan of you, though.”

“Wingo don’t-BWAHAHAHAHA! DAAHAHAMN THIS FRUHUIT!” You sputter, laughing at your friend’s comment, and stood, releasing Keaton from your hold.  He barely registered his freedom, more concerned with refilling his lungs.  You patted his chest.

“You all right?”

“*huff* I think I’ll make it.”

“Good, I’m glad! We can go whenever you’re ready, then,” you said cheerily, then knelled to meet him at eye level.

“There’s plenty more where that came from if you want to try me again.” You stood again and walked away, heading toward the front door.  Keaton paused for a moment, not expecting a threat, but stood quickly.

“HA! You’re on, friendo.  Just after we crash this party.  Again.”

[mapetitevoie]

livros que quero ler ainda esse ano (parte 2):

só garotos, patti smith;

helena, machado de assis;

a alma encantadora das ruas, joão do rio;

para não esquecer, clarice lispector;

livro da vida, sta. teresa d'ávila;

olhai os lírios do campo, érico veríssimo.

[tretasdocromo-pt]

📰 O Rogue Squadron, filme de Star Wars, está de novo a acelerar no seu desenvolvimento. O filme Star Wars: Rogue Squadron está preso no purgatório do desenvolvimento e precisa de sair dele, mas a realizadora Patty Jenkins fez uma atualização encorajadora. A diretora de Wonder Woman declarou que tinha recomeçado a escrever o filme há muito aguardado no podcast TCM (via Collider). A notícia de que... 🗞️ 📲 Podes ler o resto da notícia no link👇 🖱 https://tretasdocromo.pt/star-wars-rogue-squadron-o-filme-regressa-aos-eixos-com-patty-jenkins-no-comando/?feed_id=4663&_unique_id=65f70c747f1eb

[eunchancorner]

Consider: ler!Jack and lee!Patty

If anyone would try to help her de-stress, it'd be him

Yess absolutely! In fact this kinda coincides with what me and Arrow were discussing yesterday when I was making my first Patty hcs;

Patty initially doesn't like being a lee but gradually begins to enjoy it- Specifically, bc Jack flips her over to the fluff side (It's very possible lmao) She sees how much Jack enjoys it, and ofc a quick side squeeze here and there is very common among friends. Eventually Patty finds herself wanting more than just a split second (to her own embarrassment, denial and then eventually resignation)

And also!

Patty finds out her cheeks are ticklish bc Jack tries to count her freckles- This one is very self-explanatory but still cute. I'm a sucker for underrated spots and almost no spot is as underrated as the cheek! Plus it could count for even more if Patty has freckles on more than just her face

Also I just want to point out Patty is absolutely a cusser and Jack uses that to tease her every chance he gets

[wheelercore]

What's your opinion on Henry and Vecna now?

Well my opinion really has always been the same, since before tfs (i was 1 of 5 henry apologists in the fandom before henry theories really blew up on the by/ler-sphere sksbsisussi helloooo besties if u see this u know who u are :33333).

Henrys pov in the show never added up to me and there was always talk about how a 12 year old could even concieve of such horrible things, esp when a huge part of the show is about how children are not born evil. Now that its confirmed that henry was actually 15 and much more sympathetic, it puts into question the validity of henry's retelling (and how he villainizes himself, interestingly enough) plus what exactly is the reason behind the inconsistencies. Which i have already thought about in a rosegate lense but i will not talk about that rn :3 but i am Looking.

Tbh ive always been someone who never understood the "well this character CHOSE to be this way" takes when talking about children/teenagers who were abused or treated badly from a young age. Because really to me, its a portrayal of a tragedy rather than choice. Im not trying to excuse their behavior of course, but the portraying it simply as a choice to be a bad person puts the blame solely on the abused person in question and imo takes away from the real meaningful theme that (joker voice) society, and the people who were meant to support them, to some level has failed them. Operative word being solely, as I'm not saying that people cant be held responsible for their own actions. I'm talking more so in an analysis lense of the themes of the show.

We see this repeatedly shown in the show: concerning behaviors popping up when caretakers (namely parents) fail to unconditionally love their children, so their children develop negative coping behaviors and attitudes to deal with their situations and how those behaviors perpetuate over generations. But really thats not even the case with Henry, as even with Virginia's behavior (tfs) Henry still seemed like a decent kid. Maybe attached to Patty because of his mommy issues but its not a Billy type situation.

Henry is the very definition of never having a chance. From what ive heard of tfs i think he really tried to be good and was good. He was just a normal kid, really. But your own mother betrays you and your stuck in some psychopaths lab basement for 30 years, never actually ever getting to escape and rejoin society before getting blasted into the UD, so there was never really much hope there in his situation. Its also super vague how much control henry really has over his own actions regardless, considering now we know that Henry is not nearly as autonomous as we were lead to believe in the show.

I never really believed honestly that Henry was the big bad of st. You could either be a Mindflayer theory believer or a henward enthusiast (i do like me a mix of both), either way both imply that vecna and henry are not necessarily 1:1.

I'm quite interested in how they take henry in s5, because eventually the party will have to learn that Henry is not what he seemed, then we can get down to the actual truth of the matter.

[edutec22]

Oi pessoal, vocês sabem que a nova era chegou chegando, e com isso, muitas coisas mudaram, principalmente nos estudos. Com o avanço da tecnologia, a forma de leitura mudou bastante, ou seja, antigamente estudávamos muito por livros, mas hoje em dia, a maioria das vezes, optamos pelo celular, notebook, entre outros.

No entanto, trouxemos para vocês um livro de Paulo Freire em PDF. " A IMPORTÂNCIA DO ATO DE LER".

ESPERAMOS QUE VOCÊS LEIAM E GOSTEM.

Mas como Patti Smith dizia "Por favor, não importa o quanto a tecnologia avance, não abandone o livro. Não há nada em nosso mundo material mais bonito do que o livro."

[thelaughtercafe]

Tickle Headcanon Masterlist

Some notes:

A * means NSFT/suggestive

The names behind the titles mention who tickles who (the lers are before the / and the lees after) if it’s needed.

Assassination Classroom

Ler Karma Akabane headcanons

Black Butler

Sebastian finding out Ciel is ticklish

Creepypasta

BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, and Dr. Locklear finding out you/their victim have a tickle kink*

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Makoto and Byakuya figuring out you’re ticklish

Leon Taka and Mondo figuring out you’re ticklish

Hina and non despair! Junko finding out you’re ticklish

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Hajime, Fuyuhiko, and Nagito figuring out you’re ticklish

Reader finding out Togami and Peko are ticklish

Gundham and Kazuichi finding out you’re ticklish

Mikan finding out you’re ticklish

Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony

Kiibo Lee headcanons

Ler! Shuichi/Lee! Korekiyo headcanons

Durarara!!!

Lee Kadota

Final Fantasy XIV

Elf Boys and Thancred finding out you’re ticklish*

Fruits Basket

Ler Yuki and Momiji

Ler Hatsuharu. Ler Kyo, and Ler Shigure*

Fullmetal Alchemist (03)

Edward and Alphonse finding out you like being tickled

Heathers(Movie)

Heather/Veronica

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

What types of Lers Kiro, Lucien, Victor, Gavin, Helios, Shaw, and Ares are

My Hero Academia

Lers Izuku and Mirio

Soul Eater

Ler Soul, Maka, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, Patty and Stein

Total Drama Island

Ler Duncan

[borboletametaforica]

No livro “Jogos Macabros”, de R. L. Stine, acompanhamos a protagonista Rachel, uma adolescente que estuda e trabalha meio período numa lanchonete. Ela tem um crush chamado Brendan. Eles não conversam, mas se conhecem “de vista”, já que estudam no mesmo colégio. Um dia, inesperadamente, ele a convida para sua festa de aniversário, Rachel aceita sem titubear. O problema é que Brendan faz parte da família Fear, conhecidos por serem estranhos, e até com fama de amaldiçoados. Para piorar, a festa vai ser na “Ilha do Medo”, onde só é possível chegar de barco, e vai durar a noite inteira. Mas Rachel vai à festa, mesmo sabendo de tudo isso, mesmo com a amiga pedindo para ela não ir, e seu ex namorado tentando impedi-la à força. Afinal, são só histórias inventadas, quem acredita nelas? Ao chegarem na ilha, o piloto do catamarã que os trouxe sofre um acidente, bate a cabeça e cai na água, que logo fica manchada de vermelho. Os empregados dos Fear garantem que o homem foi socorrido, então a festa começa. Brendan, que é o aniversariante, anuncia que preparou vários jogos para a noite. Um deles é procurar uma lista de objetos por toda a imensa mansão, separando os convidados em duplas. Como se não bastassem os longos corredores escuros, há diversos quartos com pouca iluminação e cheios de objetos estranhos, e Patti é encontrada morta, deixando em choque todos os demais convidados. Ao lado do seu corpo foi deixado um bilhete com a mensagem: “vamos jogar Twist?”. E isso é só o começo, já que na ilha não tem internet, nem telefone, e os empregados misteriosamente fugiram no catamarã. Será que alguém está jogando com Brendan e o ameaçando? Só lendo o livro para saber. 🦋 MINHA OPINIÃO: é uma história bem dinâmica e de fácil leitura. Ainda assim é um terror infanto-juvenil, então tem aqueles dramas de adolescentes no meio, o que não me agradou muito, mas só por questão de gosto mesmo. Alguns pontos não fizeram muito sentido para mim, mas acredito que foram inseridos na história apenas para causar mais assombro. E não achei o final muito surpreendente, mas a história, no geral, é bem amarrada e fácil de “comprar” tolerando alguns trechos. Para ler sem grandes expectativas. https://www.instagram.com/p/ClYUn_POAD0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Hi, not sure if uve already done one like this, but for Saint Patrick's day I imagine 2 going all out and if the other two aren't wearing green, its tickles all around 🤭

I cant think of a sentence starter but I hope u like this idea !!

Lee!Peter1 lee!Peter3 ler!Peter2

Saint Patty's Day Tradition

Summary: See prompt above :)

(I know Saint Patrick's Day has passed, but this was so cute! Peter 2 totally would do this 😭 this was on the short side, but the prompt is still so sweet Anon ❤️ I loved it ❤️ Thank you and I hope you enjoy! :))

A squeal interrupted Peter 3's show. The middle Peter shot up as Peter 1 scrambled into the room. "Help me!"

"What's-AH!"

The youngest Peter jumped and hid behind Peter 3.

"What are you doing?"

"Hehe's afteher mehe!"

"Who?"

"Top of the morning to you laddies!"

Three looked up to see Two stepping into the living room.

And the middle Peter burst out laughing.

Peter 2 was decked out in a 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish' shirt, a pair of green pants and shoes, Irish flag socks, a giant green bow tie and matching glasses. Even his hair had been dyed green to complete the look.

"Someone's excited for Saint Patty's Day tomorrow," Three teased as he took a sip from his coffee.

"Ihits tohoday Three!"

Peter 3 almost spit out his coffee. "You're joking."

One shook his head.

For whatever reason Peter 3 had it in his head that tomorrow was the holiday. He even had an outfit picked out and everything. "You've got to be kidding me."

Peter 2 chuckled as he took a step forward. "Ahand guess whoho's not wearing greheen."

The middle Peter acted quickly. He plopped his coffee cup onto the table and turned. "Sorry Pete."

One's eyes widened as Three grabbed him. "Three!"

Peter 3 held his little brother out in front of him. "Take the child!"

"Nooo! Trahaitor!"

Two grinned as he scooped One into his arms. "Thanks for the gift."

One's eyes widened.

Peter 2 adjusted the youngest on one hip before turning back to Peter 3. "Buhut he's not the only ohone not wearing green."

The tallest Peter scooted back across the couch. "No! No! No! I gahave yohou a gift! Wehere gohood!"

The oldest Peter crawled closer. "Here comes the tickle monster."

A squeak left Three's mouth as he brought his knees to his chest.

"Aww." The oldest turned to Peter 1. "Look at how cute you two are."

The youngest Peter hid behind his hands.

Meanwhile, Peter 2 grabbed Three's ankle and yanked him forward.

"Ah!"

Once the middle Peter was on his back, Two readjusted so he was sitting under the tallest Peter's legs. He pulled Peter 1 next to him. "Well, well, well, what have we here?"

One stayed hidden behind his hands while Three turtled into his shoulders.

"Awww." Peter 2 dug into both of his brothers' tummie. "Whose my wittwe bashfuw babies? Youw awre! Yes youw awre!"

The simultaneous squeals were adorable. While Peter 3 melted into a puddle of giggles, One turned into a squirming ball of squeals.

"Yohou two need to stop being soho cute ohor Ihim going to have to eheat yohou both."

"NO!"

Two turned to the youngest. "Noho?"

"Dohon't eheat mehe!" A snort slipped out. "Threhee's sweeteher!"

"Don't yohou dahare throhow me undeher the buhus!" Three kicked at the youngest.

The youngest snorted again. "Yohou dihid ihit to mehe!"

Two interrupted the bickering. "That's it! I warned you two!"

Peter 2 pulled both him and the other two to the floor. He placed the two side by side. "Now I have to eat you both up."

"NO!"

"Twoho!"

"I didn't make the rules. Just agreed to them."

Peter 3 lifted One's shirt. "Get hihim!"

"Threhee!"

"Ihits fuhun!"

Two lifted Peter 3's shirt. "Ahand now we all get to have fuhun."

The next sound to fill the room was squeals as Peter 2 rotated nuzzling into each of his brother's tummies. He nuzzled, nibbled, kissed and berried every inch of skin. They both cackled, squealed, and squirmed as he did.

Two melted at each of them. "You guys are too cute for your own good."

Both brothers blushed.

The oldest Peter cooed as he scooted forward to pepper kisses into both faces and necks. While he did, Two was wrapped into a hug by two sets of arms.

The oldest chuckled. "Did you enjoy Saint Patrick's Day?"

"Duhude yohoure ehevihil!" Three exclaimed. "Buhut yes!"

"I take that as a compliment." Peter 2 turned to the youngest. "Petey?"

One giggled. "Ihit wahas greheat!"

"Awwahaw." Two ruffled the youngest's hair.

"But we're so getting you bahack lahater!" Peter 3 pushed his older brother.

Two caught his hands with his. "Wehell see."

While Two was grappling with the middle Peter, Peter 1 slipped forward. He snagged the oldest's glasses before running off.

"Hey!"

"Tryhy ahand catch me!"

Two hurried after him. "Get bahack here you!"

Soon after, Peter 3 joined the chase and the three Peters were off on another adventure.

[kerulinmusiquinhasquegosto]

"The Longing" - Patty Gurdy (Hurdy Gurdy Music)