#ler!streber

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

OML! Just saw your Father Gregor art and it absolutely melted my heart!!!❤️❤️❤️ but if you do have the time can I request Lee!Kevin and Ler!Streber if you want to ofc!!

[eunchancorner]

Prompt idea comin your way!

Tickle fight between Kevin and streber. You can’t convince me streber doesn’t use his vampy teeth against his ticklish candy boyfriend

NO BC I’VE HAD THIS IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS Also I’m a fan of the hc that Streber got a fully-functional prosthetic arm after the Tender Treats incident (or maybe I’m just too lazy to write him one-handed lol)

Lers Kevin and Streber, Lees Kevin and Streber

Warning: one cuss word

Word count: 934

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“Kevinnnnn,” Streber whined as he gently shook his boyfriend's shoulder, “Wake upppppp.”

“Noooo… ‘s my day off, lemme sleep…” Kevin whined right back, snuggling up further into the soft blankets.

“I knowww, so I wanna spend time with youuu, but I can’t do that if you don’t get upppp!”

“Then cuddle with meeee, ‘m colddddd.”

“... That took an unexpectedly sweet turn but I am NOT complaining!” Streber cheered as he flopped down beside his lover, pulling him close to his chest and resting his chin on Kevin’s fluffy hair.

He looked down in confusion at the fluffball as he heard a whine, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What are you whining about now?” he questioned, “This is what you wanted.”

“Your prosthetic is coldddd… take it offf… why do you have that thing on so early…?”

“So I can do this!” Streber gave Kevin a soft squeeze, one that caused him to melt into his chest with a contented sigh.

“Good enough, it can stay…”

“Thanks, Kev,” Streber said as he pressed a soft kiss to the grumpy man’s temple, watching his frown try to morph into a smile before it was stopped halfway.

“Heyyy, I saw that. C’mon, gimme a smileeeee!” Streber cooed, making his boyfriend’s face flush just a bit.

“Noooo…” he whined yet again, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s chest, “no smileee…”

“Awww, pleaseeeee?” said boyfriend gently cooed, lightly tapping his fingers along the backs of the candy store cashier’s ribs, feeling him huff and squirm a bit in his arms. “Don’t make me make youuu~”

“Pff- n-nooooo…” Kevin mumbled, holding back the giggles that wanted to bubble out.

“Nooooo?~ Alright, then I guess you leave me no choice!~”

And, suddenly, those gentle taps turned into quick scribbles, making Kevin huff out the giggles he was trying to hide. The soft, sweet sound melted Streber’s heart and he couldn’t help the soft smile that overtook his face. Kevin was just too cute!

“Nohohoho, Strehebeheherrrrr,” he bubbled out, his face moving to Streber’s shoulders, “Stahahahahap.”

“Aww, why would I do that? This makes you sound so happy!” the vampy boi squealed, nuzzling into Kevin’s neck. “But I could make you sound happierrrr~”

“Nohot if Ihi mahahake youhu fihihirst!”

Suddenly, little raspberries were being blown all over Streber’s collarbone, making him let out a more panicked squeal, followed by dorky laughter and little kicks.

“EEEhehehe Kehehev nohOHOHO!” his laughter picked up again as his fingers accidentally dug into Kevin’s ribs in an attempt to ground himself from the tickles, making his poor boyfriend squeal into his shoulder, which tickled a lot more than it should have.

“Kehehehev! Dohohon’t mahahake mehehe- EEEHEHEhehehe!” Streber tried to warn but it came out as a high squeal as Kevin found the breath to blow a raspberry right in the crook of his neck, “Thahat’s ihihit!”

He nibbled at Kevin’s neck and dug his fingers into his ribs, making the poor candy kid squeal and cackle, bringing his face out of Streber’s neck and gripping onto the back of his shirt, kicking and squealing to try to let out the ticklish energy filling his whole body and lighting up his nerves.

“STREHEHEHEB! NAHAHOHOHO IHIHIT’S BAHAHAD! SOHO BAHAHAD!” he complained, squirming about and doing his best to keep from curling up to block the tickles.

“It’s too late, the vapmire is awake, and he’s hungry for your laughter! Muhahahahaha!” the haunted house host used his best vampire voice, something that never failed to make Kevin laugh at least a bit louder at the silliness, and succeeding in turning his already bubbly laughter squeaky and happy. He slipped his hands under Kevin’s shirt, wincing a bit and the small scream he let out.

“NAHAHOHO STREHEHEBEHER! COHOHOHOLD!!” he complained yet again, this time about the prosthetic hand scribbling and digging at his ribs.

“Yeah, funny how metal doesn’t trap heat very well, huh? Guess you’re just gonna have to deal with it!~”

“YOUHUHU SUHUHUCK!”

“Oh, I suck do I?”

Oh no

“Well, guess you leave me no choice!”

OH NO.

Kevin should have guessed that would happen, but the words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. Nevertheless, the fact that Streber pulled one hand away would have helped him if the anticipation of what he was grabbing didn’t make him feel ten times more ticklish. The nibbles at his neck stopped for just a bit, where he was able to look up and see Streber fitting his vampire teeth from Halloween into his mouth. Of course he couldn’t help the silent laughter that left his mouth as he felt the hand digging back in right as the stupidly sharp teeth gently brushed against his skin in a way that was too ticklish to be legal. If he wasn’t so comfy being snuggled up to his boyfriend he’d have rolled away and hid in the blankets. Damn Streber and his comfortingness!

Poor Kevin had to give in, he had no choice, it was way too ticklish and he was reaching his limit.

“STREHEHEB! YOUHU WIHIHIHIN! YOUHUHU WIHIHIHIN!!” he gave in, slapping Streber on the back, panting and giggling as the tickles finally stopped.

“Aww, good try baby, you almost had me! Hehe, too bad I’m such a good tickler~ Now get up, we’re having Bojangles for breakfast!” he announced, taking the vampire teeth out of his mouth and getting up.

“Mhmhm, ohokay…” Kevin mumbled as he sat up and sighed the last of his giggles out. He silently swore, one day he’d beat Streber in a tickle fight. One day.

But for now, he needed some biscuits!

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Hehe Bojangles biscuits are good, especially when they’re packaged with the fries and seasoning gets all over them and they’re just so mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[yallmakemyassitch]

ler streber lee kevin plz?

����"Chew Candy Chomper" 🍭

Since the poll had a high amount of spooky month votes I might as well open myself up to the fandom a lil more (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

Before you ask yes I will do Bob and create tk art with him lmao

[luff2]

SM HCS (🍬CANDYBATS🦇)

randomly just posted this

Kevin:

100% Lee

70% Ler

LEE:

AHEM. HES LITERALLY THE MOST TICKLISH CANDY MAN OUT THERE.

I mean just look at em

He’s a bad hider and lier when someone tries to tickle him or ask him if he is ticklish and he’ll reply with “n-no! W-what!? I-I uh-“

Let’s his bf Streber tickle him since he is usually the most gentle tickler

Skid and Pump obviously tickle him (occasionally on his bad days)

Not very fond of being tickled

Hearing the word makes him flinch or sit up

He’s very cautious of when or where the tickling will begin

Sometimes will ask Streber to tickle him

Radford tickles the shit outta him ALL. THE. TIME

Has a very squeaky and bubbly laugh.

LER:

1 word. Skilled

don’t believe me ask Streber (he’s the one who taught him this) lmao

a teaser

“Aw!! Did I find your tickle spot~? Hehe~“ or “Maybe THIS ONE? Or this one!?”

he’ll go slow and be VERY careful so he doesn’t hurt you.

tickles Streber sometimes when he’s home or when he feels like wreaking his boyfriend

don’t really have anything else to say soooo TIME FOR STREBER

Streber:

90% LEE

100% LER

LEE:

Gets wreaked VERY EASILY

Has very ticklish sides but doesn’t want anyone except Kevin to know

squirmy

covers himself with his cape

his laugh is also bubbly but more adorable and high pitched

flails or kicks his legs whenever someone touches his weak spot

runs away from Kevin whenever he has a tickling motion on his hands

likes to be teased

HIS WORST SPOT ARE HIS SIDES, KNEES, NECK

Pleads for the ler to stop but secretly wants more

Ethan is usually the one who tickles the life outta him

LER:

TEASER TEASER TEASER!!!!

does that stupid little childish coo sound just to make his lee smile more and beg

gives mercy (sometimes)…

likes to tickle certain spots that he KNOWS can be very sensitive

Uses his teeth to nibble on Kevins

LOVES the sound of his lees squeals

Wiggles his fingers a lot as a warning whats about to happen

Rolls you up in his cape or bear hugs you

Laughs along with you.

can sense how ticklish you are

attacks Kevin mercilessly

AAA SRRY IF THESE WERE TOO SHORT BUT MY LAZINESS IS KILLING ME

I POSSIBLY WILL WRITE A COUPLE MORE FOR NOW ILL LEAVE IT HERE

[mayisgoingnuts]

STREBER X ETHAN HEADCANONS

Yes, I like this ship, mainly because of the new Streber’s short. Do I know its name? Absolutely not, but I love it so much and I think their dynamic can be so fun yet so adorable---

There’s normal hcs and tkl hcs, I’ll separate them to make it easier! Hope you guys like it :)

NORMAL HC’S

- Streber is the most gay person when it comes to Ethan’s appearance because oh. God. This man find every single part of him just so PERFECT, he can’t even describe.

- And of course, when an artist sees a beautiful person, they feel the urge to draw them. That’s basically canon, Streber made a doodle of him

- Ethan is the most loveable yet most annoying boyfriend you could ever imagine.

- Streber sometimes gets too excited with his love for vampires and stuff and Ethan can’t help but tease him about it, like when he did with Streber’s new mirror.

- Ethan: Honey, sweetheart, love, sweetie, babe, darling... Streber: Ethan, babe.  Don’t blame him, the poor guy don’t know how to create cute nicknames NFSKJFD-

- They LOVE cuddling and do it whenever they have the chance, and despite Streber being smaller, he loves being the big spoon.

- Ethan also loves being the small spoon so it’s a big consent

- When Streber is in a good mood he can’t stop stimming and makes sure to infodump literally anything to Ethan, and Ethan himself loves listening.

- Nerd who talks a lot X Dumbness in person who listens carefully vibes.

- Their “coincidence” of being both vampires is actually the fact that they planned to have matching costumes.

i’m sorry there’s literally no gifs of Ethan but this one JGKEHKSLFK

TICKLE HC’S

- THEY’RE BOTH BIG SWITCH JERKS!!!!

- Even though Ethan is more ticklish, he has this weird ability of suddenly simply not being ticklish and it sometimes pisses Streber off because he’s never prepared.

- At the start of the relationship Ethan was a big ler, and used to tickle Streber whenever he had the chance.

- Streber liked it? Maybe. Just maybe...

- Now that they’re completely close Ethan lost his ability with Streber and can get absolutely WRECKED.

- “I remember someone tickling me to pieces in the past...” and Ethan just listens wondering if he should be scared or excited.

- Big tickle war.

- Self-insert? No no, I hate it!!! But what if Ethan is actually in the tickle community and wrecked Streber on purpose to be tickled back..........

- Streber pretends to be a vampire and begins “sucking his blood” when they’re doing nothing together; Ethan is just a whole giggle mess.

- Their friends sometimes help one of them to tickle the other.

- Even if they get too tired, the aftercare is always worth it :)

[bubbleecloud]

I demand Ethan/silly/nf

YEAAAAAA our boy!!!

I feel like Ethan's the kinda guy who acts so chill and unbothered by tickling UNTILL he's being tickled

DEFO looks like a ribs and hips typa guy

He's like a 50/50 switch, really just middle of the road

He's a really chill, sweet ler but an absolute FRANTIC Lee

The blushy-est of blushy lees

He's the go to Lee that the haunted house gang go to when they're in lee moods he SO gives that playful older brother energy

Him and streber are like the most flustering ler duo like can you imagine that???? Because I BELIEVE Ethan is dressed as a vampire too, correct me if I'm wrong, but it's the way you'd be tickled to pieces by two teasy vampires I feel SICK

they'd pretend they were going to turn their lee into a vampire and give them tickle bites everywhere UWAAAAAAAAA

As a lee, like I said he's got this open attitude about asking to be tickled but then once he is he's the EASIEST to fluster

Specifically being complimented he's just DONE

I think rougher tickles would work on him better but he's not opposed to softer stuff too

COUNT 👏 THOSE 👏 RIBBIES!!!!!!

[top-tier-tickles]

May I requests headcanons for spooky month characters?

Yes you may 😌

Skid:

Little shit #1

Most ticklish spot is the ribs obviously

Gets tickled by literally everyone

But also frequently tickles literally everyone

Pump:

Little shit #2

A little bit more ticklish than Skid

Worst spot is his neck

He and Skid have tickle fights ALL THE TIME

Lila:

More of a ler

Tickles Skid to wind his energy down

Sometimes has to be tickled out of bed

Her and Jaune tickling each other is not uncommon

Jaune:

Tickles Ross for his laid back emo bullshit

Plays Tickle Monster whenever the kids come over

Dexter/Happy Fella:

Wasn't very ticklish as a human

Prefers to be a ler

As a doll, it's a different story

Is crazy ticklish as Happy Fella

Being the size of a toddler will do that to you

Kevin:

Lee

Usually tickled by Streber

Or whatever haunted bullshit Skid and Pump bring

Worst spot is the ribs and underarms

Gets really nervous when being tickled

Isn't afraid to fight back though

Streber:

LEE

Somehow a bigger lee than his boyfriend

Uses the vampire teeth to nibble people

Take away the teeth and he's basically powerless

Frequently initiates tickle fights

Roy:

Has only been tickled by Ross and Robert

Super fucking ticklish everywhere

He doesn't like being touched without warning, so he appreciates if you ask first

Was the king of tickle fights until the others ganged up on him

Little asshole will always try to tickle to others to get his way

Ross:

Emo

The most serious out of the hatzgang

But just because he's serious doesn't mean he's above tickling

Mostly tickles Roy for his bullshit

Most ticklish around his knees

Robert:

The least ticklish of the hatzgang

After dethroning Roy, he is now the king of tickle fights

The only way to beat him is to gang up on him

Will purposefully lose to his little sister

John:

Lee

I'm a sucker for bastard lees

He only let's Jack tickle him

Enables Jack and all his chaos when it comes to tickling

Will sometimes join Jack in tickling someone

Mostly gets tickled to cheer him up

Worst spot is the armpits

Jack:

Ler

His usual method is tickle interrogations

Pretty ticklish himself

Loves tickling John

Bob Velseb:

Biiiiig switch energy with this one

His voice hhhnnnnng

Worst spot is the belly

Absolute tickle monster

CANNOT take what he dishes out tho

Nibbles and raspberries are his main thing

[strebcrarchivess]

Back when the once-ler fandom was a thing while Streber didn't have any once-ler ocs, he did make a ton of once-ler fan fiction he's not proud of. 😔

[strebcr]

Had a superwholock phase once that still brings him shame. Though to be fair it wasn't as cringe as his short lived twilight phase, or his once-ler phase that lasted longer then he was proud of. But no matter what Streber cringe ass high school fanfics go with him to the grave!

[eunchancorner]

I’ve decided I’m gonna write little snippets of thoughts every now and again to help get me back into writing, so here, have this blurb

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“AAAHAHAHANAHAHAOHOHOHOOO! ST-STREB-STREHEHEBER, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” Kevin rolled around on the couch, hiding his face in the cushions below as his evil nerd of a boyfriend expertly kneaded at his ribs, sending him into hysterical cackles that he knew the shorter loved.

“Oh no, no no no! You decided to annoy me while I was busy working, with the utter audacity to steal my notebook! You’re lucky I didn’t call Ethan so I could work while he wrecked you!” Streber scolded playfully, knowing Kevin couldn’t even think enough to process the relief he should have felt. But when it came to mind what Ethan was capable of, Streber was almost disappointed in himself for not calling their goth boyfriend, knowing he’d get to listen to Kevin's reactions be ten times worse.

But he also knew that it was just as fun making Kevin react like this by himself, listening to his beautiful laughter first-hand, watching as he tried to hide his flushed, bright expression. He leaned in close, both so Kevin could hear him better and to let his breath brush over the taller’s ears and make it so much worse.

“I’ll tell you what, Kev. If you promise to leave me alone, I’ll shut up about you obviously wanting this and just give you tummy kisses! I know how much you love those~” He chuckled as he barely heard a whine from the hysterical man below him, “Or, you can be stubborn, and I’ll keep tickling you like this, talking about how obvious you made it that you wanted wrecked by acting out like that. Because seriously, stealing from me? How fast do your lee moods worsen, Kevin? Ethan and I just wrecked you last night!”

“OKAHAHAY! OHOKAY I’M SAHAHAHARREEHEHEHE!! I PROHOMISE IWON’TDOITAGAINPLEHEASESTREHEHEB!!” The candy man finally managed, his hysterics slowly lowering into giggling as Streber gave him a breather.

“There now, see, was that so hard?” he asked teasingly as Kevin whined again, giggling as he flopped onto his back. Streber knew what he was asking for, and he was more than happy to hold up his end of the bargain, laying on Kevin’s lower half and pressing soft, soothing kisses onto his already pink and quivering belly, feeling how the candy man himself melted like chocolate beneath his favorite affection. He glanced up to see Kevin had draped his arms over his face, both to hide himself and to expose himself more to the gentle tickles, although they both knew he’d never admit the second part.

“Aw, Kev, you look so cute when you’re so happy~” Streb couldn’t help but tease between kisses, watching the blush spread over Kevin’s ears and further over his tummy, turning it a delightful shade of red. He chuckled softly.

“Yup, real cute…”

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Please remember this does NOT mean requests are reopening

[yallmakemyassitch]

love ur candybats art!! Love ur style in general =)

idea: kevin gets back at Streber for wrecking him?

🍫 "Sweet Sinking Saccharine" 🧛

Thank you, anon! You guys went insano style on my inbox so I just wanna thank y'all for all the kudos and requests!

I'll get to them soon but in the meantime, here's Kevin being the meanest ler imaginable by attacking the behind his knee (MY BANE) (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

[eunchancorner]

Request for more candybats tkl fluff plz??

I’ve seen too much werewolf Kevin floating around to NOT use it, so I’m gonna use my version

Ler Streber, Lee Kevin

Warning: cussing (except sassy Kev lmao)

Word count: 936

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There was a lot to love about having a werewolf boyfriend. The full moons often led to a night full of snuggles, and a night full of helping Kevin learn how to control shifting between different forms, although those nights also made it the most challenging.

However, some nights, Streber swore…

“AWOOOOOO”

“AAAAAAAA”

“AAWAWAWAWAWWW”

“AWWAAMAAWAMMAMAMAAWWW”

… that Kevin was a werehusky of some sort.

The worst part is, even in full wolf form, Kevin could speak. He just often chose not to unless he was telling Streber off. Instead he’d scream his woes to the skies, much like the Youtube-famous dog breed.

“Kevin! I get it, you get paid minimum wage, most of us do, now shut up!”

“NO! AAAWAWAWAAAAWAWAAAA!!!”

Streber sighed, listening to his werewolf boyfriend scream like some kind of crazy wild animal, tapping his paws around on the ground and swishing his floofy tail as he went. The vampy boi had to think. There had to be some way to teach him a lesson for being a loudmouth, didn’t there?

Wait.

Oh my god I’m a fucking idiot. Why didn’t I think of that before?

He clicked his tongue and whistled, calling the pupper over to the couch.

“Kevin! C’mere!”

“Pets?” the fluffball asked as he hopped onto the couch, his tail wagging at the prospect of attention.

“Yes, pets, you big mutt, come here,” Streber offered, opening his arms as his boyfriend leapt onto the couch and snuggled into his arms before flopping into his lap.

“Mmmm, attention… also I’m not a mutt, I’m a wolf, get it right,” Kevin argued, pushing on Streb’s face with a paw.

“Yeah, yeah… seriously, what is it about this form that brings so much sass out of you?”

“I don’t know, honestly, I call it ‘doggo sass.’”

“Pft- doggo sass… oh, you’re so weird sometimes.”

“Hey, at least I’m not as weird as you are 24/7.”

“I’m not weird, you take that back!”

“Mmmm… nah. You’re weird. Pretty sure Rad and Rick would agree, too. I mean, ‘hauntiest of houses?’ Really? Is hauntiest even a word?”

“Oh, you will not let that go, will you?”

“No, I absolutely will not! I mean, seriously?”

“Kevin, what did I tell you was gonna happen if you made fun of my haunted house?”

“Uhh… Hm… I honestly forgot. I mean, we did end up more focused on something else, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. But, I told you that if you made fun of my haunted house, that I. Was going…” Streber paused for dramatic effect, but also to see if the fluffball that was currently upside down in his lap remembered. But it seemed he couldn’t.

“Was going… to what?” Kev tilted his head to the side.

“To tickle you!” Streber announced, grabbing Kevin up under his arms (front legs?) and pulling him further over his lap.

“WHAT? Nonononono! Streb, no!” Kev panicked, wiggling, twisting and kicking his hind paws in his boyfriend’s grip.

“Hey, I warned you fair and square, plus I’ve had enough of your attitude tonight!”

“Nono, c’mon, there must be something I can do, right? Right?”

“Hmmm… Ok. Turn back and maybe, MAYBE. Maybe I’ll spare you. If you’re good,” Streber offered, a deal he thought was fine.

Apparently Kevin thought otherwise.

“How about… you don’t tickle me and I stop pawing you in the face?”

“Hmmm… how about… nope!” Streber chirped.

Before Kevin had the chance to protest, he squealed, bursting into giggles as Streber gently scratched at his fluffy belly, squirming as much as he could, even as Streber’s fake arm held tight.

“Aww, poor little wolfy with a ticklish, fluffy belly!” the ravenette cooed, “Bet you regret trying to act like a big dog now, huh?” He caught himself laughing at his own joke.

“Thahat was ahahawfuhul!”

“I think you mean it was… pawful?”

“Youhur johohohokes suhuhuck!”

“Then why are you laughing, hm?~”

“Behecahahahause! Ihit tihi-AAHAHA NOHO!” the poor wolfy twisted in his boyfriend’s hold as the scritches moved from his belly to his ribs.

“Because it what, Kevin? Use your words!”

“STREHEHEB! AHAHAHA NOHO! NOHOT THAT SPOHOHOT!” he squealed as Streber’s fingers gently scratched over a little spot on his lower ribs that had his hind leg kicking like a dog getting an itch scratched.

“Not this spot? You sure, Kev? Your lil leggy sure seems to like it! Look!”

“NOHOHO!” Kevin whined, pulling his paws over his face, the fur on his ears and cheeks fluffing up.

“Y’know, Kev, you’re not doing a very good job of hiding!~”

“IHI’LL TUHUHURN BAHAHACK!” Kevin finally gave in.

“You promiseee?~”

“AHASK AGAHAHAIN AHAHAND I’LL TIHICKLE YOUHU TOHOHOHOO!”

Eyes widening a bit at the threat, Streber withdrew his hands, letting his boyfriend calm down, panting and giggling, moments before the wolf in his lap was human once more.

“Yehe… youhuhu… you suhuhuck…” the giggly ravenette complained.

“Aw, I know, but you love me, ya big puppy!” his fellow ravenette responded cheerfully.

“Ihi do…”

Streb chuckled as he gently ruffled Kevin’s hair, before his fingers gently began combing through Kevin’s knotted locks.

“How does your hair always turn into a rat’s nest every time you go into wolf form?” Streb giggled a bit at the current state of his boyfriend’s hair.

“Well, I’m sure that tickling me and messing with it is not helping,” Kev reasoned, poking at his boyfriend’s leg.

“Yeah yeah yeah… ah well. I’ll help you brush it out tomorrow morning. For now, we need to sleep. You’ve got work tomorrow.”

Kevin groaned at the reminder and snuggled up to his warm boyfriend. “Fineee… goodnight, Streb…”

“Goodnight, my giggly puppy…”

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Omg a finished fic who'd've thunk it?!

[eunchancorner]

Not a request, just something to think about - Streber does tkl-bites and says "you taste like raspberries" and proceeds to give raspberries

You win

[eunchancorner]

Two short stories, two longer stories, almost six Google doc pages, 3377 words and one new nickname for Liv, it is with great pleasure and relief that I finally bring you

Three times Ethan tickled his partners, and one time he didn't

Ethan delighted in the soft giggles that arose as he gently squished the small bit of pudge that hung just slightly over the waistband of Streber’s pants. One of his favorite people, who he’d seen at his best, and recently at his very worst, was healing.

“You’re getting soft again,” he commented, resting his head on Streb’s shoulder.

“Ihi knohohohow.”

“I missed your squish so much…”

“Ihit’s nohot that muhuhuch.”

“But it’s something. It’s progress. Progress I’m glad you’ve made…”

Ethan pressed his cheek into Streber’s, feeling his face heating up a bit. He loved how much the genuine affection got to the poor nerd.

Ethan gently pinched up and down Streb’s tummy, listening to his giggles vary in pitch, from his normal voice to high and silly, admiring every adorable sound.

“I think your new squish is even more ticklish than before~,” he teased, adoring the flustered squeak he earned, and unable to resist giving his cheek a little kiss.

“I love you~”

“Ihi love youhu tohohoo.”

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“LIV GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

“It’s too late, Ethan, I can’t unlearn your weakness!”

The two had been locked in a chase around the house for several minutes. Ethan had recently let slip a particular secret of his to her sneaky questions, and now he was determined to make her pay for it. The only problem was that she was well-versed in running from her partners’ wrath, so he was having a tough time cornering her. However, he was also growing adept at chasing down his partners, so he had a few tricks of his own.

One of which came in the form of a very conveniently timed boyfriend.

“LEON, GRAB HER!” he shouted as Leon rounded the couch, which he was chasing her towards. In one swift motion, Leon grabbed her under her arms and swooped her up off the ground, leaving her legs to kick uselessly in midair as she protested using several threats and curses.

Ethan stopped in front of the two, taking a minute to catch his breath, before pointing at the redhead.

“You. Did you think you’d get away with that little stunt?” he questioned her.

“Yep, AND I was absolutely gonna remember it, too! I’d FINALLY have a leg up in our tickle fights, you giant ler!”

“Well, now you’ve earned yourself a one-way ticket to getting wrecked, good job. May I, Leon?”

“LEON- I swear to fuck if you hand me over to him I am gonna dump ALL of your protein powder into the toilet!!”

Leon gave the small redhead in his hands a glare at the ill-timed threat, shortly before handing her like a ragdoll over to their boyfriend with the simple statement; “Go nuts.”

“W-Wait! Leon! THAT WAS A PROMISE!” she called after him as he returned on his original route to the kitchen, before looking back at Ethan.

“Hi~”

“U-uhm, hi?”

“Wanna apologize for your little shittery?”

“I don’t apologize for that. You know this by now!”

“Really? So you’re just gonna let this happen?”

“Let what ha-” she cut herself off as she realized what he meant. “Oh. Fuck.”

The chuckle Ethan let out was unnecessarily threatening, and Liv felt herself forcing down a nervous smile of her own.

“E-Ethan, no! I-I- I swear, i-if you tickle me, I-I’ll tell someone about it! You won’t know who, and you won’t know when until it’s too late!” she warned, wriggling in his grasp, trying to get herself down.

“Hm, guess I’ll have to tickle ya until you promise not to tell anyone!”

“Wait what-”

She squealed suddenly as Ethan practically threw her down onto the couch beside them and dug his fingers into her ribs, prompting her to grab onto and pull at his arms.

“Ehehethahahan! Nahahoho! Youhu jeheherk!” she insulted him, inadvertently digging herself a deeper hole.

“Liv, the more you fight, the worse it’s gonna get. If you wanna get out of this, you have to be nice. Start by apologizing for being rude~”

“Nehehever! Ihi’ll nehever gihive ihihin!!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her stubbornness, especially considering how hard she was already laughing. Never change, Liv.

He grabbed her left hand, hoisting it up over her head and raking his fingers from her underarm, down her ribs and side, all the way down to her hip, then right back up, causing her to squeal and smack at him with her remaining hand.

“NyAhaHAHahaHAHaha EHEthahaHAN!! WhYhy THAhahAHAT?!” she demanded, her laughter gaining a quality Ethan could only describe as fittingly chaotic. She attempted to twist away from his hand, only to find that Ethan had very well adapted to keeping up with her constant moving.

“Because it makes you sound adorable!~ And because it’s even worse for you, which isn’t as big of a reason, but still a reason. Tell ya what. I’ll make a deal with you. All I want you to do is say sorry for being a little shit today, and you’ll be free! Sound good?~”

Once again, in all her stubbornness, Liv shook her head in refusal. She was always determined to keep from apologizing for her (admittedly harmless) actions, but unfortunately, Ethan seemed to have gained his patience back.

“That’s ok, I’ve got all the time in the world to keep tickling you until you change your mind!~”

“BUHuHUhuHUhuHuhuT Ihi’m TOOHOhohO TihiHIHIcKLihIHISh!! IHI’LL DihihIHIHIE!!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic! You might be extremely, adorably ticklish but you won’t die! You’ll just either succumb to cotton brain or have to apologize,” he reasoned, “If you were gonna die, it’d probably be from this.”

Suddenly, he let go of her hand and began raking his newly freed hand up and down her other side, moving in the opposite direction to the other, raising her laughter up much higher than he expected.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK EHEHEHETHAHAHAHAN!! IHIHIT’S TOHOHORTUHUHURE!! TOHOHORTUHUHUHUHURE!!!” she practically screeched, grabbing onto his hands and flailing every which way in an attempt to escape, even going as far as to attempt to shake his arms to try to pull him off.

“And yet you know exactly how to get me to stop! But you’re not gonna, are you? Because however much you yell it’s ‘torture’ or that it’s gonna kill you, you’ll always keep being a little shit, just so someone will pin you down, and tickle you until you can’t think because it’s just so fun. Isn’t that right?~”

“SHUHUT YOUHUHUR FAHAHAHACE!!” She tried to cover his face with one hand.

“You’re not even denying it at this point! But, I know exactly what’ll get to you. Exactly what’ll get you to apologize, and end your supposed torture~” Ethan cleared his throat and leaned in close to make sure she could hear him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~”

“EHEHETHAHAN NOHOHO!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle~ Such a cute little ferret getting her tickles~”

“YOUHU AHAHAHASS!! NOHO TEHEHEASIHIHING!!”

“But why not, hm? Can’t I give a cute lil ferret her teases and tickles?~”

“WHEHERE DIHIHID THEHE STUHUPIHID FEHEHERREHET THIHING COHOME FROHOHOM?!”

“Well, you’re just like one! You’re wiggly and hyper and love causing mischief until someone gives you attention. So now, you’re a wiggly, ticklish little ferret, who’s getting all her tickle-tickle-tickles~”

“FIHIHINE FIHIHINE IHI’M SOHOHORRYHYHY! NOHO MOHOHORE TEHEHEASIHIHINGGG!” she finally gave in, and Ethan let go, just as he had promised, letting her make her attempts to stop laughing and even out her breathing.

“Youhuhu… ahare fuhucking ruhuhuhuthlehehess…” she managed as she slowly calmed down, earning a soft chuckle from Ethan.

“Maybe you’ll remember that next time. Of course, whether that stops you or spurs you on is up to you~”

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“EHEHETHAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Leon? Too ticklish for tummy kisses?~” the goth cooed at his hysterical boyfriend, before peppering soft kisses all over his belly for the second time in a row. In response, he could feel Leon smacking the top of his head as though trying to dislodge him, despite having literally asked for this.

“C’mon, don’t try to push away now. I thought you wanted a soft night in tonight~”

“IHI DIHIHID BUHUT- FUHUHUHUCK!! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” he squealed as Ethan’s kisses trailed around to the side of his tummy, which somehow seemed to be much worse than the middle.

“There’s so many little spots on your tummy, you’re so adorable. My big puppy boy~”

“IHI AHAHAM NOHOT A PUHUHUPPY!! YOUHU FUHUHUCKER!”

“Are you sure? Even if you wanna pull the tough guy routine, you’re pretty puppy-like. You have lots of energy, you’re friendly, you love having your tummy tickled, and if I do this…” Ethan gently pressed his thumb just above Leon’s belly button, making him kick out one of his legs in response. “You kick like a puppy, too! So, I’ve come to the conclusion that you are, in fact, a puppy. Hm, Streber would be proud of me.”

“HEHE WOUHUHUHULDN’T! GOHOHOHOD, EHEHEHETHAHAHAN!” Leon pushed at his boyfriend’s shoulders, pure instinct driving his actions. He loved this, he knew he did, no matter how flustering it was. 

But Ethan was never going to hear that.

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Ethan loved his feared ler status.

He found himself lucky to be in a household with so many partners that loved to tickle and be tickled the same way he did, and he found himself even luckier to usually be the one who ended up tickling the others. He was sure he’d won the most tickle fights in the whole house.

Well, next to Aria.

Him and her had been tied for the longest time; Ethan because he never resisted the urge to strike, and Aria because she knew how to keep people from predicting when she’d strike next.

But today, he was going to change that. Ethan was going to show Aria who the most feared ler in the house was, by sneaking up on her and tickling her until she admitted it was him.

And now he was so close!

Closer…

He crept up behind her as she leaned on the back of the couch, idly watching the news.

Closer…

He could hear her humming. She sounded so distracted.

Closer…

He could practically hear her laughing already.

Closer… NOW!

“GOTCHA- WHOA! FUCK!!”

He’d lunged at her, and was taken by surprise when she whipped around, grabbed his wrist and lifted him with her free hand, slamming him down onto the couch, all the air rushing out of his lungs on impact. He coughed a bit as he regained his breath, looking up at her looming over him, her hand still on his chest and his wrist still locked in her grip.

“Uhm… hi?” he smiled innocently.

“Hi there,” she gave him an equally innocent look. That’s never a good sign.

“Well… uhm… how exactly did you do that?”

“Well, you remember how in high school I took ballet one year, and karate the next?”

“L-Listen, you can’t keep blaming all the weirdly impressive shit you do on the weird shit you did in high school!”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said they didn’t have a hand in it, but I have been training with Leon lately!”

“Of course…” he rolled his eyes. It always fucking ties back to Leon.

“So, mind telling me why you were sneaking up on me like a creep?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“W-well, I was uh-” he was cut off with a grunt as Aria’s weight suddenly shifted to the hand that was on his chest as she pulled her legs over the back of the couch; one landing between Ethan’s own legs and one in front of the couch.

“Oww… It hurts when you do that, y’know,” he told her, earning a small eye roll.

“So you’ve complained before. Now answer my question.” She smiled as she saw his eyes widened. He thought I forgot.

“S-so, uhm, I-I was uh… w-well… I… was… uh…” he fumbled for an answer that didn’t incriminate himself, and found himself unable to come up with anything.

“You were plotting something, weren’t you?”

Oh fuck.

“But,” she glanced over the back of the couch, “since you didn’t bring something with you, I’m gonna assume you weren’t planning on doing anything that might result in a lecture from Streber. You weren’t planning on trying to take that little title, hm?”

“Wh-what title could that be?” he asked, averting his gaze, trying to suppress his nervous smile.

“The title of the biggest ler in the house. Because that title belongs to me. And you know how I know that?”

Oh she is absolutely setting this up but how can I NOT-

“Because you’re a cocky jerk?” he smirked at his own words, feeling a tinge of confidence.

That confidence faded as soon as her eyes narrowed at him.

“Because you are awfully ticklish to gentle tickles. Aren’t you?~” she leaned in all too close as she asked, “And luckily for you, gentle tickles are my specialty~”

“W-what are you… i-implying?” he asked cautiously, his eyes locking onto her hand as it moved from his chest to the side of his face.

“I’m implying,” she began as she began tracing behind his ear, causing him to choke down giggles already, “That I’m gonna do to you exactly what you were planning to do to me. Except I’m actually going to make it effective, because we all know what makes you tick, Eth. And you are going to admit that I’m the biggest ler in the house. Or at least the scariest.”

“Ihi- I’m n-not denying y-you’re the s-scariehest, Jehesus fucken Christ,” he managed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest from the threat of tickles alone. “B-but you are not th-the biggest leher… that’s me.”

“Hm. Then it looks like I am going to tickle you for the biggest ler title.”

“Oh th-that’s just n-nohot fair…”

“It’s completely fair! After all, isn’t that what you were gonna do?” she began to trace down his neck, causing him to squeak and grab her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at him, moving her finger in slow circles in the spot it was trapped in.

“Let go of my hand, or I’m going to tickle you so bad you won’t even be able to think about today without getting in a lee mood,” she warned, and the look she had made Ethan sure she was being very serious, so he did as she said.

“Good, now how am I going to do this, hm? Should I play a little first, see how loud I can make you laugh without going for your worst spot, or should I go for that infamous little kill button right away?~ And even so, which one? The one where my hand would be trapped to trace until you can finally lift your arm, and even then there’s no guarantee I’ll stop, or do I go for the one where you can’t protect your poor little spot, leaving me to trace in whatever little shapes I want, and all you can do is laugh and laugh and laugh, because we both know you won’t be able to get out a single word. So many decisions to make, and the longer I take to make them, the more flustered you’ll be, but I think I know what’ll make it ten times worse. One simple little question, that you ask all too often; What do you think I should do?~”

I think you should be less fucken terrifying, he thought, but truthfully he didn’t know if he could get a word out. Being teased by anyone else isn’t so bad, but this was Aria. She knew exactly how to get to him too flustered to manage a word, and it was working all too well. He tried to give any kind of answer, but the words caught in his throat, and all he could manage were a few flustered squeaks.

“Ethan~ If I can’t get a straight answer, I’ll just have to decide for myself, and you know I’ll pick what gets you the most~” she warned him, hovering her hand over his ribs and watching him flinch and try to squirm away, pressing his arm to his side in an effort to block her.

“A-aria… P-plehease…” was all he could manage. He wasn't sure what he was trying to ask for, maybe mercy, but either way she seemed to be having none of it.

“What’s wrong, darling? Too scared to give me an answer? That’s ok, I think I know exactly what to do~” she cooed before she began to gently pinch up and down his side, causing him to finally release all the laughter he’d felt bubbling up in his chest. He squealed and twisted under her in an attempt to hide himself, but a quick scribble to his other side sent him right back onto his back.

“Arihiahahaha! Plehehease, wahahahait! Nohohohoho!” he begged, resisting the urge to grab her wrist again and instead opted for grabbing his own shirt to try to ground himself.

“I don’t think I will, Ethan~ We’ve both waited long enough for me to tickle you, and if you had to wait any more, I think you’d regret saying that, wouldn’t you?” She began to skitter her nails lightly against his ribs before he could answer, making him laugh louder and kick his legs to try to dispel the energy. She chuckled softly as she watched him struggle to sass her, unable to get any sort of coherent thoughts within the fireworks of his brain to come up with something snarky to say. She traced up and down his ribs, delighting in every squeak and change in pitch, listening to him come so close to absolutely losing it just because he was that much worse off with such gentle tickles. As much as she wanted to dig in and watch him flail, listen to him cackle, she knew this was so much worse.

Occasionally she’d dip just between his ribs and underarms, ripping a squeal from his throat, and just as quickly, she’d be back to his ribs. She could see how badly it got to him; the way he’d tug at his poor shirt when she got a little too high and yet how he’d just barely whine when she’d leave it alone so fast.

“What’s wrong, Ethan? Can’t handle your tickles? Why are you so whiny, hm? Is there something you’re expecting?~” she couldn’t help but tease him, knowing exactly what he wanted; for her to finally go after his death spot, for his brain to fill with fog and fireworks and be able to do nothing but laugh, to fulfill the buzzing anticipation that only got worse every time she tricked him.

Gradually she let up under she had her hand just hovering above that little spot that she knew she could destroy him with, smirking as she listened to his nervous, giddy giggles.

“Well, Ethan?” she asked, “Got anything to say?”

“P-plehehease, Ahariahaha… I-Ihi’m sohohorry, y-youhu’re th-the bihihiggehest leheher, I wahas wrohohong… plehehease, juhust doho ihihit ahalreheheheadyyy…”

Aria blinked down at him. He’s… asking me to wreck him. Just like that. In exchange for admitting it, he wants me to destroy him.

She smiled, and then she chuckled quietly.

“You’re adorable when you’re desperate~”

Before Ethan had time to process it, his wrist was released and he felt an unbearably gentle tracing in that little kill spot between his underarms and ribs, sending him into utter hysterics. She watched as his shoulders shook with laughter, his arms clamped to his sides and he tossed his head back, and yet he seemed almost relaxed. She knew why, too; the anticipation of going after his worst spot was finally over, he finally got the tickles he’d been expecting from her.

After a few more moments of tickling him senseless, she finally let up, gently patting him on the head and giggling softly as he batted at her hand.

She looked up to see their other six partners staring at her from a few feet away, all six pairs of eyes wide and all six faces blushing. She couldn’t resist the urge to smirk and raise her hands in wiggling claws, which sent all of them running in different directions, watching Confi struggle to make a decision before following Liv to her room.

Title secured.

[eunchancorner]

You said Ler!Bob prompt? I am here to deliver!

Instead of eating his arm, Bob has another idea for our favorite dorky vampire.

We got some more big brain prompts here, guys! I’m thinking this might take place in my Tickle Cult AU, so yeh :> Also I should have expected to get two prompts for the Streber scenario, just didn't realize i'd get the second WHILE working on the fic

Ler Bob, Lee Streber

Warning: cussing ig??

Word count: 1136

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“Now, get inside, and get scared!” he told two kids, one dressed up as a skeleton, the other as a pumpkin, who ran inside the haunted house with enthusiastic giggles. Steber loved his job. He loved kids, he loved Spooky Month, he loved Halloween. And every year, he was in charge of the haunted house, with all of it’s attractions, his friends working as his scare actors, the greenscreen mirror he had made all by himself! He was proud to call it the hauntiest of houses (no matter how stupid Kevin called it, it didn’t matter, he could tickle him until he admitted it was cool anyway).

He adjusted his costume a bit, trying to be sure he looked his best before he heard the stairs thud heavily behind him, his brain immediately going to Another potential spook!

He turned slightly to see a man dressed as a red devil looming… almost ominously behind him. He wasn’t sure why something felt wrong but he pushed it aside. After all, it was the very day of scares and spooks, so surely he’s just a friendly devil, right?

“Hello, little devil fellow! Would you like to get scared?” he greeted enthusiastically, his smile as wide as ever. He noticed the person had a smile that was even wider.

Maybe he’s just excited?

“Did you know that rib meat is the sweetest meat on the human body?” he drawled out, his voice deep with a slight country accent. The strangely morbid fact put every sense of Streber’s on high alert, as he turned to face the man full, who stood up to his normal height, now towering above the poor vampy boi. The ravenette nearly shrunk back into himself.

“... what?...” he got out, very unnerved by this stranger, a pit of dread settling in his stomach. Suddenly the stranger grabbed him by the arm and lifted him to meet his eyes, bringing him a solid foot off the ground. He was aware of everything at that moment. The slight breeze chilling him more than it should have, the tight hold the gloved hand had on his wrist, his legs dangling uselessly, but most importantly, the huge smile and nearly deranged eyes staring back at him. At that moment, he was nearly sure he’d been caught by some kind of psychotic serial killer.

When that face changed from an evil grin to a smirk, he wasn’t sure what to feel. Scared? Slightly relieved? There was something about that smirk that made him think he wasn’t about to die but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Until he felt something.

A soft poke to his side, not quite much, just enough to get him to let out a soft squeak. But he guessed by the fact that the pokes started to repeat, especially around his ribs, that this was the reaction the stranger had been searching for. Suddenly Streber recognized the look. A ler smirk, almost identical to the one Kevin would give him before absolutely destroying him with tickles. And sure enough, the squeaks caused by the soft sensations that left his ribs buzzing with a new, ticklish energy were slowly turning into quiet giggles. His ribs weren’t too bad, unlike his neck and shoulders, but they were still ticklish nonetheless. 

A sudden, light scratch at the space between his ribs jolted him out of his thoughts and made him curl up with a much louder squeak. The odd devil started tracing patterns along his ribs, occasionally scratching just enough to tickle way more than Streber thought he could be ticklish there.

Oddly enough, Streber didn’t feel the need to push this guy away. After all, he obviously wasn’t going to hurt him. Maybe this was his odd way of making friends, and besides, it was just tickling, and it was fun! Of course, that didn’t stop the rest of his body from trying to curl up and hide.

His giggles climbed to laughter as the clawed gloved started gently kneading at his ribs, causing him to kick a bit to dispel the ticklish energy starting to fizzle throughout his body. His free arm clasped tightly to his side as though expecting the hand that was holding him up to join the attack as well. What happened instead, however, made nervous excitement fizzle inside him.

“I think it’s time we checked on that fact I told ya, make sure it’s still true~” the much taller spoke, and before Streber could even try to remember the fact or figure out what the heck he was talking about, he was being held under the arms and raised even higher. It took a second for him to process, and that second was all it took before there was a sudden, soft, way-too-ticklish-to-be-legal nibbling at his ribs, bringing his laugh to a near cackle. He kicked and finally tried to fight back, pushing at the man’s head with his now free hands.

“WAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEASE!!” he got out around his laughter, his head had already been fuzzy from the soft sensations and now it was buzzing, his whole body filled with a wildly ticklish energy that made the tickles feel like they were spreading to his armpit and side.

“Wait for what, lil vampire?~”

“IHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

“Well, I’d think so, I am ticklin ya after all~”

He had no idea how much longer it lasted, but, finally, it stopped and he was set down on the porch of the haunted house. The strange man went inside, leaving the poor little vampy nerd to sit outside and recover, still giggling and pink-faced and panting.

After a bit, the two kids from before came back out, and, of course, they saw him. The skeleton kid came up to him and gently shook his shoulder.

“Hey, mister, are you okay?” they asked in unison, and Streber nodded a bit.

“Oh, hey, I think I know what happened!” the pumpkin kid suddenly piped up.

“I do too! Did someone tickle you?” the skeleton kid asked, and he nodded before he knew it.

“Did the tickler hug you or give you candy??” He shook his head.

Suddenly, he felt two little hugs around his arms, and then a few pieces of candy plopped into his lap. Before he could get up the breath to thank the kids, they were already waving goodbye and heading down the street.

He looked up as he heard that familiar thudding and saw the very man who had tickled him senseless just moments before, and once again, before he could ask anything, a water bottle landed near his hand. He took it and unscrewed the cap, drinking it slowly and sighing in relief, finally cooling off. He looked up again to see the man was gone yet again.

Hm, what a strange man.

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[eunchancorner]

Ok this might be a bit out of the ordinary, but bear with me pls. Ler Bob and Lee Kevin. Hear me out! The candy teases and methods Bob could use

‘You taste sweeter than candy’ while nibbling

I guess this could take place where Bob isn’t a murderous cannibal?(This popped in my head and I found it cute I’m sorry)

Feel free to take this as a request if you want. If not, have a good day :D

BIG BRAIN- Oki oki so yea I saw this AU floating around where Bob is more like an uncle or babysitter to Skid and Pump so let’s just say this is that. And he’s also friends with Kevin (and, ofc, Streber) bc yes

Ler Bob, Lee Kevin (Also a bit of Ler Streber and Lee Bob)

Warning: A lot of cussing lmao

Word count: 1092

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Kevin stood from the couch with a slight groan as he heard a knock at the door, leaving the movie he had been watching playing in the background. He walked over to the door of his small apartment, opening it and being scooped into a big, warm hug before he knew what was happening.

Of course, it didn’t take much for him to understand. Him, Bob and Streber had been planning a movie night for some time now and tonight was the fateful night. The movies Kevin had been watching were far less realistic horror movies to help him prepare himself (he seemed to be the only one in this damn town who struggled with watching horror movies) and Streber had gone out to get more candy, knowing how much it’d be appreciated. Kevin would have been working but thankfully he had a day off today, so Streber had gone to the grocery store and wouldn’t be back for a while. And, of course, Bob had offered to make dinner for the night, stopping by the grocery store himself and picking up some steak on the way to Kevin’s place.

Bob had apparently decided to hug him before saying a single word, which was pretty typical for him. After the hug, he set Kevin back on his feet, a grocery bag dangling from his hand that no doubt contained their dinner for the night.

“Kevin, nice to see you again. Where’s your lil’ boyfriend?” he asked, his height allowing him to easily see over his friend and into the otherwise empty apartment.

“He’s out buying candy for us, since we figured with you around, we’d probably need more,” Kevin explained, stepping aside so Bob could come in.

“Aw, c’mon, I don’t eat that much candy!”

“Last year you ate me, Streber’s AND your candy!”

“Can ya blame me? You two weren’t gonna finish it anyway,” he argued as he put the steak in the fridge, before he sat down on the couch, Kevin sitting beside him. He snorted a little at the movie he had put on.

“Is this really what you’re watchin?” he asked, smirking a bit at the small blush he saw rising on his friend’s cheeks.

“Listen, horror movies aren’t my thing, so I’m trying to mentally prepare myself.”

“For what? Shitty CGI and the most fake-lookin props? Trust me, you’re gonna wanna try some real horror movies to steel yourself. This ain’t gonna cut it,” he told him, poking the much shorter man in the forehead. Kevin swatted his hand away, growling slightly.

“If I can’t prepare myself with bad horror movies, how am I gonna prepare at all?” he countered, both nervous and a little fed-up.

“What, you can’t take a little horror? Poor Kevin, are you gonna scream at a little monster?~” Bob teased his tiny (in comparison) friend, making him huff.

“No but… grrr, you’re such an ass,” he complained, attempting (without much success) to shove at the far taller man. Of course, a false offended gasp was the first sign to Kevin that he had fucked up.

“Did you just try to shove me?”

“W-waitwaitwait, Bob, I-I know what you’re thinking, but hear me out!” Kevin panicked, a small smile worming onto his face as he backed into the corner of his couch, already well aware of what his friend had in mind.

“One chance.”

Ok Kevin, don’t fuck this up. DON’T tell him he’s an ass AGAIN out loud. Don’t do it, don’t do it!

“You’re an ass.”

GODDAMMIT.

“Ohohoho, you just fucked up,” Bob stated as though Kevin didn’t already know, grabbing his arm and yanking him closer, pinning him to his chest before using his free hand to claw at his ribs, making the much smaller squeal.

“NAAHAHAHOHOHOHO BOHOHOB! LEHEMME GOHOHO! LEMME GO!” the small ravenette kicked and cackled, pounding his free hand into the chest that entrapped him on one side. He almost hated the way the warmth of his friend’s sweater made him wanna just melt and take it. But at the same time, it tickled so badly and he couldn’t help the instinct to squirm and kick.

“Aw, poor lil candy kid, can’t even take a few tickles?~” the much bigger ravenette teased softly, delighting in the flustered squeal Kevin let out. “Streber must love doin this~”

“SHUHUHUHUT!” said ‘candy kid’ demanded, slamming his hand into Bob’s stomach a little harder than he should have, enough to get him to stop with an “Oof!”

As it slowly loaded into Kevin’s mind what just happened, he looked up at his friend.

Oh fuck.

“Alright that’s fucken IT!”

Before he knew what was happening, the world was moving fast around him and suddenly he was staring at the ceiling, his shirt pulled up past his belly and a certain huge friend playfully nibbling at the exposed tum. He squealed and kicked and pushed at his friend’s head, cackles once again flowing from his lips at just how much it tickled, and Bob’s slight little beard and stupidly fluffy hair only made his situation worse!

“BAHAHAHAB! AHAHA I’M SAHAHAHAREEHEHEHEHE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!” he begged fruitlessly.

“Mmmm” Bob rumbled against his belly, making him squeal brightly yet again, “I might not need that candy, you’re even sweeter~”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!”

“Promise to stop callin me an ass and then hurtin me?”

“YEHEHEHES! I PROHOHOHOMIHIHISE!!”

“You sure?~”

“BOHOHOHOHOB!!”

“Fine, fine,” the taller finally let up, laying the smol candy store worker on the couch and getting up to make dinner. Kevin tried his best to regain composure, wiping away tears of mirth, trying to quiet his giggles and will away blush, and letting the tingles in his belly subside. Only a few seconds after Bob left, he heard the door open and that familiar voice.

“Baby, I’m hooome! I got pl- uhh… Did Bob do this?” Streber asked as he saw what had become of his poor, ticklish boyfriend, who nodded tiredly.

“Of course he did. Stay here, guard this, I’ll be back in a few seconds!” he instructed him as he handed him the candy and kissed his forehead before he went into the kitchen.

“Bob! What have I told you about tickling my boyfriend!?” a falsely enraged yell came from the kitchen, one that definitely belonged to Kevin’s dear lover.

“What- wait- S-Streber, I’m cookin STREBER NOHOHO!!” Of course, Kev was never gonna warn Bob of exactly how much revenge he was gonna get. That was for him and him alone to find out.

Though it was fun to listen to.

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Ah, beautiful bois. Also dw about Kevin, they ended up watching action comedies.