#ler Lee know

[v--143]

Anon Request: Drunk tckls- Would love to see this with Lee Know and Han, Lee Know being the drunk ler and Han being the lee just tryna get Lee Know to settle down and "go to sleep already goddammit"

< Night Night >

[Ler! Lee Know]

[Lee! Han]

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Han snored softly in his bed. He had fallen asleep immediately after getting home, tired from a long day of practice. He had asked Lee Know where he was off to, his reply being to “the club”, so Han just assumed he’d be fine and find his way back. He offered his home and bed over to his best friend for whenever he got back since his house was way closer. However.. that may have been a mistake…

*wobble*

The doorknob loudly shook as a groggy Lee Know stepped into Han’s room.

“What.. what the-“ Han whispered as he stretched a bit before turning to his beside clock. It read ‘4:07am’.

“Hi HanJiseeoongggg~” Lino said with a smirk. Through the darkness of his home, Han could see Lino’s hair was all ruffled up and his clothes halfway on. His navy pants and short-sleeved white shirt were slightly wrinkled and smelled of alcohol. He definitely had an amusing time.

“Ugghh..” Han moaned, “it’s 4am hyung...” he said as he placed a hand over his eyes. Han could barely keep them open as Lino giggled loudly and kicked off his shoes, then shuffled over to the bed.

“I had fun” Lino chuckled out.

“Did you?” Han was trying his best to sound like he was actually listening. He’s noticed over time that Lino tended to get offended easily when drunk. His form of payback? Being an annoying little shit.

*yawn*

“What..” Lee Know said sternly, “Am I boring you?!” He teased as he crawled onto the bed.

“Hyung. Read the room, it’s 4am…” Han yawned again as he turned over to lay on his stomach.

“Ooooooo” Lee Know cooed, crawling closer to Han and suddenly flinging his body atop the sleepy boy.

“ARGH- get ohoff me!” Han laughed in a deep voice at the sudden weight on his body now. He couldn’t love much considering Lino really spread his entire body out over Han’s, even putting his head into the crook of Han’s neck.

“Come onn let’s do something!” Lino insisted as he suddenly sprung up and began to grab at Han’s shoulders.

“Hyuhung no! Go to bed pleaseee” Han huffed as he unwillingly giggled at Lee Know’s predictable attitude.

“Am I funny?” Lee Know asked.

“Noho, go to bed!!” Han shoved at him. He had to keep swatting at his own neck too from the tingly sensations Lee Know’s whispering brought.

“I’m so funny” Lino squeezed both Han’s sides at the same time.

“Ahaha!” Han curled in on himself when Lino decided not to stop, “Stohop!!”

Lee Know laughed way too loudly at Han’s reactions, “You’re so sensitive!” He said as he began to tickle all over his sides.

“Wahahait waIT WAHAIT!” Han became frantic as he yelled out some loud “HA HAHA”’s as he turned his body over to face Lee Know. He began throwing his head back onto the sunken pillows every time Lino hit a sensitive spot or squeezed him harder than usual. Being as he was, crushed by his body weight… it wasn’t particularly easy for him to escape the situation.

“You’re sooo cute Hanjisungiee~ and loud!! Who knew your deep sleepy laugh could be so powerful~” Lee Know teased.

Han swung and slapped in every direction while trying to grapple at Lee Know’s hands, but the latter thought it was the funniest thing in the world to have Han laughing this hard. His frantic grabbing at Lino’s hands as he simultaneously clutched his quivering stomach was so entertaining to the boy that he didn’t want to stop.

“Plehehease PLEASE!!” Han began to kick at the bed hard, his legs going in all directions, making Lee Know laugh and tease him loudly.

“Please what?” Lee Know said with a way too calm voice.

“PLEAHAHA” Han arched his back.

Lino laughed, “Speak right idiot” he said as he began to tease all over Han’s torso with lighter and quick movements rather than such intense ones. This was even more entertaining to him than before since Han’s anticipation grew by miles every time Lino took a pause.

*heavy breathing* “Plehease wahait ahh~” Han breathed shakily as he giggled, “please please I cahan’t- STOHAP AHAHA” he would scream, and soon after he’d calm down until Lino dove into another spot near his hip, “NohAHA!! Please plehease no!”

Getting bored of only his torso, Lee Know decided to use both his hands to attack Han’s neck and chest. With his hands in a claw-like cat form, he scribbled them all over Han’s collarbones and wiggled them into his neck, causing lots of the most adorable twitches and grabbing at his hands.

“Plehehehe! Aaahahaheha!” Han was smiling so wide while Lino just took the advantage to wreck him to the fullest. So much so that he abandoned his sitting position to lay back down fully over Han.. only to grapple his teeth onto Han’s nape.

“Whahat are yo- NO- AHAH! AAAHAHA” Han screamed at Lino’s mischievous demeanor (and, of course, the awfully ticklish sensations at his neck) as he was clearly smiling into his neck as he bit down gently yet hard enough to make him scream. No matter how much Han shuffled from side to side, he couldn’t seem to get the older off of him.

“AHah.. ahh ahaha!! Plehehease I- hyuhung!” Han only got weaker as Lino began to shake his hair into the crook of his neck and gently traced his fingers over his torso.

“Cuteeee!” Lee Know teased loudly as Han’s little giggles filled the room. He still had an iron grip on both of Lee Know’s wrists with his own hands, but he was too weak to truly stop him now.

“I cahan’t I cahan’t!” Han pleaded to Lino, lazily swatting at his head. He decided to finally let up on the poor boy and he rolled off of him… only to trap him in a hug.

“Lehet me go I don’t trust you” Han giggled.

“Whaattt why!” Lee Know said. His arms were completely enveloping Han’s waist, and because of that comment, he dug the very tips of his fingers into his torso.

“Stohop!! Hyuhuhahng!!” Han slurred his words.

“I don’t know who that issss~”

Han was pushing at Lee Know’s bear hug grip but not really getting anywhere. The subtle poking of his fingers into his sides or ribs was all too overstimulating for it being 4:30am. Once he began to fall limp into Lino’s arms, the older knew he had tired him out enough.

“Your deep laugh is cute Hannie!” Lee Know whispered into the crook of Han’s neck as he squealed a high pitched “ee aah!”

Han had his face covered with both his hands as he began to fall into another deep sleep, a better one after how tired he was now. Lee Know remained holding him with his bear hug grip as they both fell asleep… but not without Lino asking Han if he was happy while he was asleep.

He said yes, very.

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Meowmeowmeowmeiemeowmeoewmeowmeow I love Minsung

[hearted-anon]

Must've been the wind...

Words: 1,201 Note: it's always 2min i write so much for Requested by: @skzdiary T/w: slight pinning Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary Lee(s): Minho, Seungmin Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin

The shouts and screams of fans drowned out anything that Seungmin could've possibly thought about, drumming his leg against the wooden floors in a steady rhythm to keep himself within the time loop. His eyes were fixated on the huge crowd in front of him, something in him flickering at the realisation he had made it this far into his career, to be surrounded by an endless cheer was something not everyone could achieve. His train of thoughts were crashed when someone's hand tapped his back, only to be faced with the whispering distance that left him wondering what had touched him.

Taking a few steps off his chair that felt like it was stuck to his behind, he was immediately splashed by a bottle of water, glaring daggers at a certain quokka who was already taking flight all the way to the other side of the stage. Gripping a bottle of his own, he took off after Jisung, hot on his heels behind the booming vocals that echoed on the stage, flashing lights that failed to deter him from his pursuit on the elder for committing such a crime.

Seeing that Han had graciously decided to hide behind Minho, who himself was already soaked in a good amount of water, perfectly styled hair down poured into a sticky mess to his neck, seemingly managing to smoothly ignore it with a mic up to his lips. Turning a side glance to the sudden addition of a human to his back, he smirked mischievously when his eyes caught the puppy, lightning bolts flashing between them both as they took wary steps closer and closer to each other. While Lee Know's face had a relaxed, a charismatic smirk on his face that tipped upwards, Seungmin's lips were pursed into a thin line, eyes narrowed as if trying to find a hidden weakness.

"I'm going to kill you- hehehey!" Seungmin lowly growls, almost before he feels fingers skittering up his side, immediately clamping his arm down to his side, nearly spilling his bottle of water all over himself. He glares at the cat in front of him, who nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if he had nothing to do with what just occurred.

"What? It must've been the wind; you may be hallucinating…" Minho mocks, waving his hands in the air to imitate a ghost. Of course, the puppy could never find something as sarcastic as that funny, retaliating with a playful scribble to the elder's tummy, who stumbled back with a soft squeal of his own.

"Yea, you see that? Must've been the wind too, right?" Seungmin sneers, a testing grin on his face, the thought of splashing each other long forgotten, bottles capped and tossed to the side for a potential chick to use them as more weapon fuel. Sensing the shift in mood, Minho gave a quiet chuckle, wiggling his fingers in the puppy's direction before capturing him in a head lock, his free hand squeezing up and down the smooth skin of the younger's side.

"How about this for feeling the breeze, huh?" Lee Know questions, tone dripping with a mischievous glint in it, the vocalist struggling to get out of his iron grip.

"Ahaha! Yohohou suck!" Seungmin whined, giggling breathlessly while his arms pushed and pulled at the one wrapped around his chest, tugging him closer each time he even moved a millimeter away. The 'wind' continued to trace along the younger's sides, nails scraping along his stomach that made him squeak and gasp, knees threatening to buckle at any given moment. What was worse? They were on stage, the prospect of millions of fans watching their banter, possibly recording, sent a wave of heat to his cheeks.

"Kim Seungmin blushing at the wind? Are you really that much of a hopeless romantic?" Minho pretends to act shocked, resisting the urge to burst out in happy laughter when he saw how red Seungmin's cheeks, continuing to pester him with a gummy smile on his face. After many pushes and giggles being thrown around, Lee Know let the vocalist rest, only because his lines were coming up; he'd do anything not to let Chan get ahold of him knowing what he was doing in the background.

Unfortunately for him, the puppy almost regained his energy after the previous attack, plotting his own revenge; in which turn almost made him forget to sing his own part of the song. Mere moments later, or with a ton of snooping around the stage, the puppy had found the dancer chasing poor Hyunjin around with a big bottle of water, menacingly running after the ferret while splashing water across the stage, a frozen fox standing still when he got a splash of water to the top of his head for nothing.

"I've almost got you… whahahat the?!" Lee Know shrieks when he suddenly feels arms steadily wrap around his waist, bottle of water still managing to topple out of his hand and splashing all over Hyunjin, who simply runs around to try and share his soaking wet body with someone else, hearing a loud scream from a bunny in the background when he finally locked onto his target. Springing into action, Seungmin instantly takes the opportunity to scratch his fingers tenderly into the grooves of Minho's ribs, making him double down with loud giggles.

"Yea! The wind's pretty strong up here, I think it's telling you something along the lines of: 'Revenge!'" The vocalist snickers, a striking similarity to how condescending Minho had sounded before, as if they were meant to be the same person. The dancer simply pounds his fist onto the floor with his own bout of sweet giggles, covering his cheeks when he noticed they had turned a beet red from laughing; he knew damn well that STAY were more than happy to take a cute recording of this fight, how embarrassing…

"Stohohop it! I will muhuhurder you!" The elder tries to threaten but ended up not even sounding close to threatening with his laughter interrupting every word that was meant to send a shiver down Seungmin's spine, only sending an endearing arrow through his heart. However, it didn't take long for the tables to be turned back onto the vocalist yet again, Minho chasing down the puppy at the speed of light, somehow managing to sing stably the entire time.

Eventually, the duo settled down into a cuddle pile that the members have created, their noses scrunching at the smell of sweat and fresh water combined together, screaming when a water-covered Hyunjin and Jeongin tried to crawl on top of them to 'share the love', whatever meaning that was meant to imply, they weren't falling for any of it today. Being coated in a ton of water a few moments later, it was all wiped off with Chan nagging after them about the risks of falling sick, despite knowing he himself had also joined in the fun just mere moments ago.

It wasn't till they got back into the hotel that the fatigue hit them, a cat shaped breeze blowing Seungmin to bed before they both snored away, a mysteriously puppy shaped wind tucking the blanket onto Lee Know too.

[cloudysfluffs]

i really liked this movie <3 i hope they keep making looney tunes content forever and ever

kink/fetish blogs please dni!!!!!

[tkpuke]

23 and jayvik pretty please :3

Jayce + Viktor - 23. “Yes…I mean, no!”

author’s note: okay so the plot for this was heavily inspired by @ticklish-ghost , @home-of-the-squirmle and I’s discussion on one of their posts so why not make it into a fic okay? okay cool

It was nearing midnight, the only light shining into the lab through the curtains was the moon and its luminescent stars scattered around the sky. Viktor perched an elbow on the table, leaning his cheek on his hand while reading a book that could hold answers to have them move forward with their project. They were close, but it seemed like they were met with a dead end. Scientists don’t take those lightly, so they hungrily search for other possibilities and correct their mistakes on what went wrong.

He doesn’t have a clue on his partner’s whereabouts, but he’s not going to waste time searching for him. Usually Viktor takes the extra mile and works on projects a little more than he’s suppose to. He tends to struggle with the definition of teamwork when he’s been mostly alone his entire childhood, so he has no issue working alone while Jayce heads off for other duties or sleeps at a healthy time compared to Viktor’s sleep schedule.

It was peaceful and quiet. Viktor treasures nights like these. Until something was dropped beside him, creating a loud thunk.

“Look what I made.” A voice suddenly spoke out from behind, it belonging to Jayce which made Vitkor nearly jump a foot from his chair. “Jesus Christ—Jaycewhendidyougethere-“ He looked beside him to see what was dropped, picking it up to examine. An iron knife in the perfect size to fit in your pocket, the ends in a twisted pattern to make it look a little stylish. His face doesn’t show it, but Viktor is slightly impressed. There is no interest in him for weapons, but when it’s created so clean and perfected by Jayce himself, he can’t help but be in awe.

He then puts the knife down, finally meeting Jayce’s eyes. “Another tool that will never be used for its purpose.” Clear to say Jayce has made a couple of tools, most having the same theme: sharp and dangerous. He never uses them, as Viktor stated, but Jayce always gives the ‘you never know’ excuse. In reality the man just gets bored out of his mind at times and gets these random surges of creativity to go down and make any toys his heart desires. Who wouldn’t if they had the skill to properly do so?

Viktor’s eyes started to register that Jayce is full on shirtless right in front of him, muscles exposed and pumped to its core from all the wielding. It never really dawned on him how strong of a guy Jayce is, feeling a bit fragile and small the more he compared his own build to him. How easy it could be for Jayce to effortlessly pin him. How he could take away Viktor’s right to squirm by simply sitting on his waist. How he could be picked up with one singular arm by Jayce with zero sweat.

Jayce caught on to his more than five second stare. Viktor noticed.

He took attention to the soot covered all over Jayce’s upper body, taking that as an explanation of his longing stare. “You’re dirty. Here, sit.” Viktor nudged his head over to a nearby chair, heading over to grab a cloth that will soon be damped with water and soap. “Oh, thank you. You really don’t have to.” Jayce chuckles all flustered in appreciation by Viktor’s care, taking the seat anyway. Viktor comes back, starting to dab the cloth on his shoulders while he works his way down. “Hmph, I’ve seen you sleep before in this state. Least I can do is help you get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I get too exhausted sometimes!” Jayce replies defensively, but gives a soft smile at the end. He grabs the knife he created earlier, fingers feeling around it. “You have to admit, this one looks a bit cooler than the others I have made.” Viktor nods in somewhat agreement, now focusing on the upper chest to clean off. “You can keep it, if you want to of course.”

Viktor shakes his head, not meeting Jayce’s eyes while conversing. “There’s no need for me to have it, but thank you for your…kind offer.”

“You’re keeping it.” Jayce responds back with, putting it on top of the open book Vitkor was previously reading so he won’t forget to take it with him. The other only sighs, being aware it’s a losing battle to argue with Jayce when he’s so set on gifting someone something they’ve never asked for. It’s one of the man’s many love languages: giving gifts.

His hand started moving down more, getting near his upper ribs. A quick shift of change in Jayce’s demeanor, beginning to have trouble sitting still like before and biting down his lip hard. Viktor catches on. Of course he did when he begin to rub the cloth against his body more gently, hoping it sent a ticklish shockwave. Revenge was right in front of him from all the times Viktor was ruthlessly, in his opinion, tickled silly by Jayce who never shot down an opening opportunity to do so. Little to Jayce’s knowledge, Viktor has been seeking out opportunities himself to get back. The whole idea of touch is just a subject he awkwardly moves around in, never having someone so playful and lovingly touchy like Jayce in his life.

With the way Jayce was squirming and huffing air out of his nose to suppress the giggles forming in his throat, it fueled newfound confidence in Viktor’s actions. He took it a step further, pretending a spot of soot around Jayce’s ribs was giving him difficulty to rub off, so he pressed his fingers deeper while curling them a little.

Not expecting the firmer touch along with feeling nails through the cloth gliding around his ribs freely, a surprised gasp slips out. Small giggles came right after, instinctively grabbing ahold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor raises a brow, feigning confusion. “Sorry, does this tickle?”

“Yes…I mean, no!” Jayce got too distracted from the ticklish grazes that the question failed to register on time for him to think of an answer that may save his dignity. Viktor nudges Jayce’s firm grip off of his wrist, and he hesitantly does so. His partner looks up, doing incredibly well on not cracking a smile to foil his true intentions. “Yes? No? Which one is it?”

Jayce finds Viktor’s calmness to a newfound discovery nerve-racking, wishing he could read his mind right then and there. This is the first time Viktor has ever tried to tickle Jayce, but the poor man truly believes it was done on accident. He’s been so use to Viktor taking his ticklish onslaughts like a champ and never immediately attacking back, or even days later. Jayce had his own assumption that Viktor would never live up fully to his playfulness and do so much as tickle him back. The guy doesn’t even complete Jayce’s friendly hugs most of the time by wrapping his own arms around him, just kind of standing there until he pulls away.

So that’s why Jayce is sitting here, staring into Viktor’s questioning eyes, not knowing exactly on how to respond. He decides to lie, feeling like there’s no use in telling the truth if Viktor won’t indulge a little more.

“Um, just a little. Felt weird mostly.” He so badly does a terrible job of convincing. He releases a quiet held back sigh, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment when Viktor continued on cleaning after not questioning him a bit more. Viktor created a pattern, dragging the cloth and his fingers across Jayce’s skin that wasn’t ticklish at all. Then in the middle of doing so, he would press more firmly and curl his fingers again just enough for his nails to graze.

Jayce is terrible at holding in his giggles, making weird ‘kcchh!’ noises and sometimes letting a couple out for a few seconds but in a whisper tone as if Viktor isn’t right in front of him to hear them all. “You’re giggling a lot for someone who claims to just be a little ticklish.” Viktor nonchalantly states, placing a hand on top of Jayce’s shoulder to keep him steady. Jayce was about to do another failed attempt of denying until that pattern Viktor was doing met down around his stomach.

Jayce snorts, instantly slapping a hand to cover his mouth in shock as Viktor pauses his movements. His mouth twitches upward for a split second, almost smiling from Jayce’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, so it does tickle.”

“Viktor, wait—“

“You lied to me?”

“Nononono, it’s just that—“

“No need to explain yourself, Jayce. I’ll be careful.” You’d have to be dumb to not practically hear the smile in Viktor’s tone. Both of them, and if anyone else were to be in that room, would very much know that Victor won’t be ‘careful’. Viktor kept up that god forsaken pattern again, but this time letting it tickle Jayce more frequently than it cleaning.

He observed Jayce’s reactions, testing out different areas around his stomach and what brought out a louder reaction than the other. Fingers curling to the middle of his stomach earned him a full boisterous laugh. Nearing his belly button made him receive laughs that shot an octave higher with an occasional whistle coming from the gap of his two front teeth. Cleaning over his belly button made Jayce snort again, a noise Viktor was seeking out for.

Jayce’s rambunctious laugh got Viktor stuck in a trance. How it’s so loud it can be heard from all over Piltover. Jayce’s high pitch snorts coming out only when Viktor tickles somewhere particularly more sensitive. His eyes being closed shut, a random push to Viktor’s face as if it’ll tone down the ticklish sensations. Viktor now understands Jayce completely. He doesn’t want to stop the fun and hearing the flow of his laugh, everything so mesmerizing and ridiculously childish. Viktor could do this all day. 

Two hands grab Viktor’s wrists while a leg kicked out when he dragged the cloth over his belly button again, shaking his head. “Hohold on plehehease!”

Viktor scoffed. “Stop being a baby. I’m not doing anything.” But it was clear as day everything was now being done with purpose. Hands still holding onto Viktor’s wrists, Jayce takes the granted time to catch his breath. “Hehehe…ohohokay, I am one hundred percent sure I’m clean now.”

Viktor tsked, watching him take in air like he ran a marathon. “I think you might be more ticklish than me, Jayce. Isn’t that something?” Jayce abruptly stares at him, peeved. “Ohoho, is that what you think? Let’s put it to the test then.”

Viktor is now the one grabbing at Jayce’s wrists, pushing with all his might out of reach. “No, Jayce! Stop!” Jayce manages to skitter across Viktor’s side, earning him a squeak that he’s terribly embarrassed of. Jayce relishes it.

“What are you, a mouse?” He teases, letting Viktor push his hands away so he can feel like he’s having the upper hand ever so often just to play fair. Viktor stops his attempts of fighting back, shooting a glare but meanwhile grinning. “At least I don’t snort like a pig.”

Viktor just sealed his own coffin shut. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” Jayce gets up from his spot, startling Viktor. He picks him up with ease, showing no effect of Viktor’s shoves and shouts to be put down at once. Jayce lays him down on the couch softly, a location Viktor is all too familiar with by how frequent Jayce pins him down and tickles him mercilessly whenever Viktor, in Jayce’s words, deserves it.

Jayce does not attack right away, taking the time out of pure entertainment to watch him struggle a bit as if by some miracle today is the day Viktor manages to escape Jayce’s evil clutches.

He’s already giggling. “Jahayce, I am telling you now. Do not.” He manages to sit up a bit, hoping to level with Jayce more and seem convincingly threatening when his cold glare meets his eyes.

Jayce’s hands started slowly moving downwards.

“I now know where you’re most ticklish. I promise you, I will not be gentle when my next chance comes if you dare to do this.”

A leap of excitement was felt in Jayce’s heart at those words, causing him to smile and shrug before drilling into Viktor’s hips.

“I can live with that.”

[as-the-crows-feather-falls]

Balancing Each Other Out

Summary: Jayce Talis high on caffeine leads to shenanigans lmao

Warnings: SFW, tickling, some language

This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like don’t read :)

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In the now three years Viktor had been partnered with Jayce Talis in the research of hextech and its uses, he has long since come to the conclusion that caffeine was both a blessing and a curse.

Of course, the blessing being able to keep one going long after their brain has begged them for sleep, allowing them to work far into the night.

The curse was just how much it made his partner bounce off of the walls.

Viktor didn’t truly mind it, of course, but Jayce had gotten to the point where his words were started to merge together with how fast his caffeine buzz had him speaking.

“Janna above—Jayce! Slow down! Start over,” Viktor chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How much coffee have you had to drink tonight?”

“Ten. So-“

“Ten what?”

“Not important. As I was saying-“

Viktor huffed a quiet laugh to himself as he listened to his partner ramble on, keeping up as best he could. As he spoke, Jayce’s hands were flying everywhere: motioning to projects, acting out turning a gear or wrench, anything they could do to not stand still.

At the end of his tangent, a tangent that Viktor had in all honesty not been following very well, he pumped his fists and whooped with such volume it made Viktor jump.

“WOO I’m on a roll!” He had the silliest grin plastered to his face and was bouncing his leg in his excitement.

Viktor just looked at him, chuckling and shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous and high on caffeine, is what you are,” he smiled.

“Oh come onnnnn, V,” Jayce groaned humorously. “That was good! You’re just being a grump again.”

Viktor’s jaw dropped and his brows furrowed in faux-offense. “I am no-what do you mean again?” Jayce only threw his head back and cackled in response.

Viktor was no stranger to these energetic spurts of Jayce’s that so often happened during late nights like this, an occurrence that only grew in frequency the more comfortable the two scientists got to each other’s presence. He would keep up his “grump” façade because it seemed to amuse Jayce to no end, but the both of them knew Viktor didn’t mean a word of it. In all honesty, it helped keep him awake and entertained as he worked. Such was the case now, for Viktor had turned back to sketching his blueprints with a fond smile on his lips.

For several minutes, he was all too engrossed with his work to notice that Jayce had gotten out of his chair. That is, until two fingers buzzed into his sides.

“Bzzzzt!”

It shocked Viktor so much he shrieked and threw the pencil in his hands. Jayce cackled behind him, clapping once in his amusement.

“Jayce Talis, you absolute child!” Viktor roared, slamming his hands on the desk and flying out of his chair.

“Hahahaha-ohoh shit!”

Jayce must not have been expecting Viktor to retaliate in such fury, for all he could do was backpedal with a giddy squawk before tripping over his own feet and falling backwards. With a playful lust for vengeance, one that was albeit a bit new to him, he abandoned his cane to the side and followed his partner to the ground.

The two young men grappled for the upper hand, both of them laughing as they fought. Viktor would have expected Jayce to take it easy on him, even if Viktor had started it, and could tell Jayce was deliberately avoiding all movements that could possibly jostle Viktor’s bad leg, but that was just about the extent of it. The rest was fair game.

“A Zaunite assassin has befallen mehehe! Hehelp!” Jayce cried dramatically, giggles lacing his voice. Viktor quirked a brow before deciding to play along.

“Maybe it serves you right, Topsider!” He growled with bravado. “A brute such as yourself ought to know better than mess with us fissurefolk!”

“Ohohoh, so I’m a brute now, huh?”

Under normal circumstances, it would have peeved Viktor that Jayce was evidently holding back a little, but here it just made it more fun. He never got to play with anyone like this, even as a child. Too many potential friends worried he would shatter like glass should they do so much as tap his shoulder.

“GAhah!!” Jayce barked a laugh from beneath Viktor’s hold, still squirming. Viktor’s hand had slipped down his side in their scuffle. “Nonono c’mohon Vik I’m ticklish!” He yelped through boyish giggles.

Viktor immediately broke into a grin and his brows shot up. “Oh, are you, now?”

How Viktor relished the way Jayce’s face filled with dread.

“H-hey waitwaitwaitwaitwait Viktor don’t you do it-!” Jayce pleaded, trying to push himself away.

“No, no, where do you think you’re going? You started this,” Viktor smirked, immediately attacking Jayce’s sides with a vengeance.

The reaction was instantaneous, and Viktor’s smile only grew at being the one to elicit it. Bold, bright laughter immediately flowed from Jayce’s mouth and a wide smile splitting his face. He wriggled and writhed under Viktor’s hold, his heels scuffing against the floor.

“N-nahahahahaha Vihihiktohohohor!! VIKTOHOR-!!! STAHAHAHAHA-THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Do you forget I grew up in the Undercity,” Viktor purred. “Fighting fair is rarely on the table.”

Jayce was shoving weakly at Viktor’s wrists but couldn’t stop them, Viktor’s movements being too dexterous and quick, darting his hands all over Jayce’s torso and sending him into hysterics.

“NoooononononoNONONO HAHAHAH!!! VIHIHIKTOR!!!” Jayce cackled, his laugh rising in pitch as Viktor continued his playful assault.

In a scramble to try and shove Viktor off of him, his fingers must have brushed just right against Viktor’s side. The smaller man gave a strangled yelp through gritted teeth and a wobbly smile. His arm buckled and his attack faltered. He had underestimated his partner’s fighting ability, for he found himself immediately flipped on his back.

Jayce was now staring down at him; disheveled, fighting for breath, and grinning with wild excitement.

“Gotcha!”

Viktor didn’t have a moment to prepare himself before Jayce’s strong hands were scribbling at his stomach and sides. He wasn’t as ruthless in his attack as Viktor was in his, but the sensation still got him squirming. Alas, he was stubborn. He scrunched his nose and grit his teeth as he choked his laugher down, but he couldn’t hide the smile splitting his face.

Jayce knew a challenge when he saw one, and it excited him. He would make his partner laugh himself silly if it was the last thing he did tonight.

“Come onnnnn,” he growled, smirking, digging in a little harder and going up a little higher, teasing Viktor’s ribs right before his skin ended and his brace started.

That got him. Viktor’s back arched and his eyes widened before he began to laugh. It was breathy and unsteady, almost as if he was out of practice, but it was enough to plaster the biggest grin on Jayce’s face.

“Thehere we go!” He cheered, and scribbled along any skin he could find on Viktor’s torso.

“No, nonononono Jayce! JaHAhahayce hahahaha.” Viktor had a hand over his mouth as he tried to fight Jayce off with the other. This only encouraged his playful partner.

“Oh no you don’t,” he teased, “I know you can do better than that!”

“Yohohohohour hohohorihihihble! Gehehehet off of mehehehehe you- AGHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NONONONONO JAYCE DOHOHON’T!!!”

All mercy was thrown to the wind as Jayce dug all ten fingers into Viktor’s ribs, scribbling against every bone could find. His face lit up like the sun itself as he watched Viktor’s hand fall from his face in favor of fully fighting back. His smile was the biggest he’d ever seen, and his laugh had only grown brighter.

“Haha! Now we’re getting somewhere!”

“EhehehEHEHEVIL! YOHOHOUR’E EHEHEHEHEVIHIHIL!”

“You know,” Jayce pondered, slowing his attack and letting Viktor catch his breath, “In the few years we’ve known each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this much.”

“Maybe,” Viktor cleared his throat of any giggles threatening to bubble over, but a smile still pulled at his lips. “Maybe learn to be funnier. I’d laugh more.”

“Really?” Jayce smirks. “That’s how you wanna play this?”

Viktor grinned, a bit wildly at that. “Oh, I’m not playing, Jayce, I’m winning!”

Immediately clocking what he was alluding to, Jayce tried to intercept the attack with his own, but a few frantically clumsy scribbles were no match against Viktor squeezing his side with one hand and scribbling under his arm with the other. Safe to say, he folded.

“NonoNONONO SHIHIHIHIT HAHAHAHA!”

Unable to hold himself up in his mirth, he flopped right into Viktor’s chest, almost shrieking.

Viktor blamed his previously exploited sensitivity making his nervous system hyper aware, but the vibrations on his chest tickled a little as well. Not to mention Jayce was still clawing desperately at his rib cage.

“JAHAHAHAYCE!!! Jayce s-STOHOP IHIHIHIT!!!”

“YOU-GAhah-YohohohoHOHOHOU FIHIHIHIRST!!!”

They never heard the door to the lab open over their hysterics, but somehow they both managed to hear the amused chuckle coming from it. Stomachs simultaneously dropping, they both perked up to see none other than their own professor standing in the doorway.

Jayce immediately scrambled off of Viktor. “Oh god-shit-Professor-!”

“P-Professor, my apologies, we-“

“Oh no no no no no, it’s no problem, dear boys!” Professor Heimerdinger chirped. His old pet poro clicked into the room, purring and chirruping as it approached the two young scientists. The Professor gave a chuckle before continuing. “I was simply burning the midnight oil, and decided to stop by to check in on progress. But alas, what is the point of working the mind—,”

“ACK!” Viktor yelped, hunching his shoulder, and Professor Heimerdinger giggled cheerfully as his pupil’s ear was suddenly covered in poro slobber, the affectionate lick making his already disheveled hair stick up.

“—without a little play to balance out the soul!” With that signature twinkle in his eye, he whistled to his pet, who immediately trotted back to his side, and turned to leave the room. “Carry on gentleman!”

The door shut with a clunk. All was quiet, the complete opposite of the shrieking laughter bouncing off the walls near moments before.

Jayce cleared his throat and offered Viktor his hand. Still lying on the floor, Viktor took it and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. The two men simply stood and stared at where their professor had departed. Moments ticked by. Then they looked at each other.

Jayce broke first.

Viktor broke immediately after.

The caffeine, the sleep deprivation, and the pure absurdity of the entire night had taken its toll. Viktor flopped down onto the nearest chair as he cackled, and Jayce was sprawled across the desk, his head in his arms, howling in side-splitting laughter. It was like that for a few minutes until their hysterics finally fizzled out into breathy titters.

Then they met each other’s gaze again, and it was right back to laughing until their stomachs were sore. Viktor had leaned forward and rested his head on Jayce’s shoulder, and Jayce had placed his hand on Viktor’s. Even after they managed to collect themselves, which took many minutes more, they would still find the other stifling giggles into a coffee mug or their shoulders shaking while trying to draw a straight line, which only set them off once more.

Heimerdinger was several paces down the hall when he heard the two start cackling again, and he smiled to himself. Never had he seen either one of those boys shine so bright outside of their work. He was so incredibly happy for both of them that they had met each other, not just as partners in their studies, but as good friends. Two sides of the same gear, as one would say. A perfect balance indeed.

[mosaichunter]

lee dandy art for awesome friend !!!?!! @tkcrashoutideology

I TRIED MY BEST....isuck at drawing dandy...sighhh

DUMB gay people

[raviostinkzz]

-To be happy [ficlet - words: 506]

Characters: - RENGA - lee!Reki ler!Langa [Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity] warnings: just wholesome tickles, stupid head over heel gays

Summary: just Reki getting his shit wrecked and Langa losing his mind — my queers i love them

Notes: AGHHFJFJ THE OVA im thinking about them so much i need season two now i cant. i hope whoever reads enjoys, you better cos i’ve now officially written bl/j

-REBLOGS APPRECIATED!-

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“Lahahanga—!!”

“Your laugh is adorable, has anybody ever told you that?” He said softly and as casual as ever, admiring the tint of red that dusted Reki’s face as he scrunched his eyes shut.

“Ohoh my gahahad you’re seheriously kihILLING! me Lahangaaa!” The redhead whined, his voice breaking with squeaks through his giggles.

“It’s fun though, right?” another whine followed by grudgey giggles, “Riiighhttt?” Langa grinned, emphasising by digging into Reki’s stomach and wiggling into the wobbly muscle.

“AH!ahAHAaA LAHANGA!! IHIT’S FUHUN OKAY IT’S FUN STAHAP ahahehehah!”

The blue-haired boy laughed back, “You’re having fun?” he asked, a smile wide and beaming across his cheeks, the feeling he got in his chest seeing Reki laugh and smile in this way— nothing could explain how happy he was right now.

“YeHEhES! I AHaHAM!!” Reki swatted weakly at the other’s hands, blithe and infectious laughter spilling out of him constantly.

In love with the moment, Langa wanted more, more boisterous and excited and giddy laughter from his favourite boy in the world. Langa leaned further over Reki and giggled as he squirmed and snorted.

He slipped his hand under the skater’s shirt as he announced laughter-filtered half-assed protests and danced along his belly, fluttering his fingers across the soft and ticklish skin.

Reki screeched and folded instantly, wrapping his arms around Langa’s and thrashing every-which-way, blurting out words and fumbling as shrieks and cackles and snorts pulled him helplessly into incoherence.

“…and you’re happy when I tickle you?” He smiled softly. Reki was so obvious. He didn’t even need to ask this question, yet he still did. Oh, this idiot.

The boy scrambled, “-YEHEHAS—WAHAIT I MEHEAN-!!” an ear-splitting squeal, “EHEH-HAHAHA LAHANGAAA!!”

Oh my god. Langa’s heart skipped so many beats he felt like he was falling. Reki’s laugh. His face. How was he so…

The way his hair was somehow even more messed up than usual, covering the scrunched up bridge of his nose and laying around his face, brushing his cheeks as he moved. How he howled out every ounce of laughter still ringing in his heart, and how he held on to Langa for dear life despite him being the sole reason for this. Langa was overcome with love for this stupid skater boy, he couldn’t handle it. God, anything more could kill him.

He flushed a rose pink from his hands to his ears and fought everything not to crumble right there. This feeling. He could never describe it, he just never wanted it to end.

The snowboarder clutched a hand to his chest briefly and stared at the boy below him, bewildered and entranced. He slowed his tickles to a stop and rested his palm on Reki’s stomach, tracing gently.

“Reki… I…” He trailed, searching his mind for every word he could say, nothing leaving his mouth.

He lifted his head momentarily to answer him, still overcome with leftover giggles, “Ahahahah— y-yeheah?” He gazed at the blushing boy above, not realising how hard he was smiling.

He was so lucky to have him.

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[itslittlegiggle]

Sun-Kissed Skin

(Kirishima/Kaminari)

when you just want to show your boyfriend a cute thing you did at the beach, but it turns into a gigglefest

a/n: as per usual, sorry for not posting lol, here’s a Crumb

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Class 1A had just returned from a very pleasant and much needed trip to the beach. After working so hard lately, especially in the midst of a sudden heat wave, Aizawa had decided that the students deserved a break - and a little fun.

Some of them swam or played volleyball, like Kirishima, while others relaxed in the sun or tanned, like Kaminari (although he was the only boy who decided to focus on getting a tan; he claimed only the sun’s “healing rays” could relax his body and mind after such an intense training period).

The couple didn’t see each other much during the day, even on the bus ride home; Kirishima sat with Bakugou, who was insistent Todoroki had cheated at volleyball, while Kaminari sat with Sero so they could chat about a video game they had both been playing recently.

Kirishima and Kaminari made it a point to spend some time together once the bus had arrived back to the dorm so they could unwind and talk to each other about their beach activities. When they got back they immediately went to Kirishima’s room, chatting excitedly.

“Man, that was fun. I wish we could go to the beach every week!” Kirishima exclaimed.

Kaminari nodded in agreement. “Me, too. I feel so sleepy now, but definitely refreshed. I guess sitting in the sun all day does that to you.” His eyes suddenly lit up.

“Oh yeah, I was going to show you something on the bus, but I forgot!” He dropped his bag on the floor, excited, and turned to Kirishima, who had taken a seat on the edge of his bed; he’d shower later.

“Look, look!” Kaminari exclaimed, lifting the hem of his shirt and pointing to his torso. “Look what I did!”

Kirishima leaned over to see what Kaminari was showing him. He could now see, starting from slightly above and going down onto the blond’s hipbone, the pale shape of a lightening bolt, contrasting nicely against the rest of Kaminari’s suntanned skin.

“Woah,” Kirishima breathed, smiling at the spot. “How’d you do that?”

“It was Mina’s idea! She wanted to make a little star out of sunscreen on her back so when she tanned, it would leave the shape. Then Ururaka wanted to do a heart on her leg, and Momo wanted to do a flower on her shoulder. I wanted to do one too, and Mina thought a lightening bolt would suit me. Cool, right?”

Kirishima grinned at his boyfriend, finding his excitement cute. “Very cool, and such a manly shape, too!” Almost without thinking, Kirishima reached out and pressed into the pale shape with his index finger.

Kaminari yipped, his body slightly shrinking into itself, and he let go of his shirt in order to slam his hands over his mouth. Both boys’ eyes went wide and Kaminari’s ears flushed a bright red. Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up with a grin. “Oh?” What was that?”

Kaminari only shook his head, eyes never leaving Kirishima’s face. It was like the smaller boy knew what was about to happen but was paralyzed in anticipation.

As soon as Kaminari’s body made the slightest movement indicating he was about to make a run for it, Kirishima lunged and grabbed him around the waist, cackling at Kaminari’s surprised squeal.

“Wait, no - wahait, put me down!”

“Put you down? Sounds good to me!”

Kirishima flopped onto his bed, Kaminari still in his arms, and quickly maneuvered his and Kaminari’s bodies so Kaminari was lying on his back with Kirishima kneeling between his legs.

Kaminari was already giggling, hands out in front of himself defensively and eyes squinted in mirth as he looked at Kirishima hovering over him. “Whyhyhy?”

Kirishima barked out a laugh.

“Why? Because it’s cute!”

Before Kaminari could giggle out any more protests, Kirishima grabbed both of his boyfriend’s hands in one of his own and pinned them to the blond’s own chest. His free hand hovered above Kaminari’s hip near the little lightening bolt shape, and he made a big show of flexing his thumb in the air directly above the hipbone. Kaminari was near hysterical, shaking his head and arching his back and giggling up a storm. “You don’t have to d-do this!”

“On the contrary,” Kirishima teased, “I think I do, especially since this lovely spot has been so nicely highlighted for me. This was obviously meant to be!”

He finally started tickling Kaminari for real, digging his thumb right into the concave area of the boy’s hipbone and kneading the sunscreened shape like dough. Kaminari let out a delicious scream that gave way to boyish belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking. “Oh nohoho!” He cried.

“Oh, yes!” Kirishima crowed, laughing along with his boyfriend as he writhed, trying so hard to dislodge Kirishima’s hand or roll away and failing miserably at both. A particularly well placed knead made Kaminari squeal at fever-pitch; small sparks zinged out of his fingertips, startling Kirishima, who couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriend; one of his most favourite things about making Kaminari laugh hard was the inevitable and unconscious discharge of his quirk, like the blond’s glee couldn’t simply be contained to his body and needed an escape route.

Kirishima lightened his touch a bit, still poking gently at the pale lightening bolt with his finger. He couldn’t stop giggling because Kaminari couldn’t stop giggling. He thought the two of them must have made quite a sight.

“Mean,” Kaminari whined, before hiccuping once and causing both boys to giggle harder. “So mean!”

Kirishima laughed brightly. “I could be meaner, if you wanted…”

Kirishima made a lobster claw with one of his hands and lightly placed it around one of Kaminari’s knees, not even tickling yet. Kaminari, of course, absolutely lost it, squealing and laughing even harder than he had been, even without actually being tickled there; knee tickles were a whole different level for him.

“Please, plehease, I’m tired!” He shrieked, a snort shooting from his nose. “L-later, okay? You can do it later, I promise!”

Kirishima burst out laughing at that, releasing Kaminari from his clutches and laying down next to him. “Fine, but only because you asked so politely.”

A pause.

“I really like your lightening bolt.”

Kaminari’s giggles died down and he turned on his side to look at Kirishima, eyes still shining with mirth.

“You should do something next time too! Maybe like… a rock, or something.

Kirishima laughed. “Wouldn’t that just be a circle?”

Kaminari laughed too. “Oh yeah, I guess. Maybe, like, the outline of a mountain range?”

“Yeah, that could work! Where?”

“Maybe your chest,” Kaminari offered, “or your back.” He thought for a moment. “Actually, we should do it on your ribcage. It’s only fair to me if we put it somewhere you’re ticklish.” To emphasize his point, he gave Kirishima a pinch to his ribs. The redhead yelped and grabbed his boyfriend’s offending hand.

“Careful, Kami. You wouldn’t want me to hold you to your… promise, before you’ve had a chance to rest, hm?”

Kaminari blushed so red he might as well have not worn any sunscreen at the beach.

[hearted-anon]

Cooking antics...cooking?

Words:1.083 Note: WHY DID THEY DISCONTINUE THIS SERIES OUGH Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya-apollos-kid @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one T/w: Rough tickles :3 Lee: Jisung Ler(s): Arirang

"Hello! Welcome to mysterious kitchen, where today, we'll be cooking dishes for the members as a therapy!" Minho yells enthusiastically, a shouting Jisung accompanying the happy introduction with a giggling Jeongin in the background. The trio huddled together while the middle of the trio brought over a small letter box, inside containing many tales and stories of the members trying to get the stress of their shoulders with food. Well, they usually say a good bite of food can solve everything… right?

"Yea! And the main is chef is so hot! Super hot! Super-duper hot- Ahaha!" Minho announced proudly, eyes glued on the bright yellow note that he was reading off before said note was torn from his hands, the maknae reading it with an interest. To absolutely no one's surprise, the letter was from none other than Minho, who was bent over giggling his head off seeing the other two reading his absurd description of the cooks, what was 'parboiled octopus' and 'squashed cream puff' for nicknames?! After recovering from his fit with half crinkled eyes that he had yet to wiped, it had turned out Minho had purposely named the duo that as that was what they were cooking today, earning sighs of feigned disappointment in response.

While Jisung was working arduously hard to wash out the organs of the octopus, swallowing back anything he had to say about the unusual texture and the absolute smell of raw seafood, the other two made themselves busy with the cream puffs, the maknae just about ready to be a 5 year old again with Minho guiding him on how to put egg wash on the already pre-made cream puffs. Han wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the sight, giggling the entire way when he ran with Lee Know hot on his tail, bits and splashes of water that narrowly avoided the desserts being splattered all over the floor. Once caught, he was slowly dragged back by the elder, who was glaring daggers into his soul. Despite this, he only threw his head back against the main chef's chest with a happy smile, it had been long since they all bonded like this as a trio.

"You're so getting it for pulling that little stunt," Minho threatened, pinning Han against a nearby kitchen counter with his fingers looming over his side. Suddenly, the once bubbly producer turned anxious, babbling pleas for mercy along with shrinking against the marbled counter, cowering in fear and most likely praying that Jeongin would come to save him someway somehow. Fortunately for him, the youngest peeked over at the duo, fingers covered in egg and trying to process the scene. Tilting his head, the soft question of wanting to know what they were up to completely blew Minho's intimidating nature away, eyes completely doing a 180 in the maknae's direction; making Jisung playfully gag at the sight.

"What a bunch of love birds- WAHAHAH!" Han shrieked when fingers took it upon themselves to shove them up his underarms, scratching the tender area at a rapid pace. His original plan to tease the dancer had quickly gone south, ideas thrown out the window with how skilled Minho's fingers were, driving up him the wall. Worst of it all? The duo in front of him barely paid any attention to his boisterous laughter echoing throughout the kitchen, continuing their conversations without a care in the world; or acting as if they didn't care anyway. Either way, it still flustered Jisung to his core.

"What?! Hyung! How could you ever be so rude to us?!" Jeongin exclaims in faux horror, rushing over to the sink to wash his hands whilst pretending to be mad at the quokka. As much as he wanted to even try and apologise, his words were cut off when Lee Know's hands dug harshly into his hips almost obliviously, pulling a desperate scream from his throat instead.

"GUHUHUYS GUHUYS I'M SORRY! PLEASE- AHAHAHA!" Before the poor man could even get his apology out, they're yet again interrupted when two hands knead at his ribs, pressing into the bones tantalisingly and making him thrash against the counter, the buzzing sensations on his body truly about to drive him mad if they didn't stop soon. The duo continued to keep silent above him, simply letting their fingers roam across his body, listening to his squeaky cackles bounce off the walls.

"Are you truly sorry for your actions?" Minho chided, with no actual heat behind it and going so far as to squish his cheeks, pulling a flustered squeal from below him.

"Yea! How could you be so mean to us?!" Jeongin huffed, pressing in his fingers a little deeper into the skin nearing his underarm, making the middle of the trio arch his back with a howl of laughter. This was complete torture to him, having nowhere to run being stuck against the counter, one of their legs each pushing him back and only pinning him down further, allowing their hands to go to town on his body.

"YEHEHES! I'M SOHOHORRY! VERY SORRY!" Han manages with the last of his breath, tears of mirth beginning to well up in his eyes and stream down his reddened cheeks, cackling having gone silent with the red spreading all the way down to his neck. His fingers barely held onto the hand's that were tormenting him, and it was finally then the maknae nudged the eldest of the trio gently, telling him to let up. Carrying over to the studio couch and away from the kitchen, the fox ran back with a cup of water and a straw, Minho busy rubbing and massaging the poor quokka, nagging him not to fall asleep.

"Stop dozing off! Drink some water first." Lee Know grumbled with no malice behind it, letting the youngest bring the straw over to a panting Jisung, who gladly chugged down the water at an alarming pace. Quietly, Minho gestured the youngest onto the couch, tugging over a blanket given by the courtesy of staff, humming a soft tune while his hands ran through and massaged their scalps. Despite not even being the one who was tortured, Jeongin took the opportunity to knock himself out with the ace, cuddling each other.

With a loud yawn each, the duo woke up back in Minho and Jisung's shared dorm to their surprise, parboiled octopus and cream puffs in lunch boxes awaiting them with a handwritten note of "get more rest, I'm grocery shopping" on it.

[cloudysfluffs]

prismo stop moving, hes trying to make up some constellations!!

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inspired by @tickletails post abt the stars on prismos back and one of the convos we recently bc we are the normalest ever about these two

[coy-lee]

Inspiration smacked me upside the head a awhile ago. As take the product of my random muse!

[mosaichunter]

a small lee!gigi doodle for a certain someone i will not be naming,,,

she stole the veemote.......

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. ~

💙👻🩵👻💙👻🩵

(𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚝 𝙶𝚋𝚘𝚢𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝙰𝚛𝚝)

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟸: 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟷𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕…𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 (𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜) 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘…𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊�� 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 ☺️🫶🏾!!

𝙸.𝙸. (𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾): 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢😙🩷🙌🏾˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Yeesh…you have a deeper Raph chasm than Raph himself…” The red eared slider lightly joked as he caught a glimpse of his smaller counterpart. 

The younger counterpart in question didn’t even seem…remotely phased by the remark, looking over the city of NYC like it was going to be his last time doing so. 

But the smaller turtle felt like he was being slightly watched…(which, he in fact was) he then looked up and locked eyes with his older counterpart. “…Huh? W-Were you talking to me?”

“Nope. I was just talking to my imaginary friend Mr. Snoozle— of course I was talking to you.” Leon said sarcastically, raising an eye ridge at the other teen. 

Leo blushed slightly at the elder’s sarcasm, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry…I-I was spacing out…I do that a lot.”

“Yeah…no kidding. I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes and all I’ve gotten from you were six 'mhm’s', three 'yup’s' and seven 'dang that’s crazy's'.” The older one snorted, “If I didn’t know any better, it seems like you don’t wanna talk to me.”

“No! I-It’s not that!” The smaller turtle immediately protested, fiddling nervously with his fingers as he gazed at the streets of NYC once more. 

Which…was really the only thing he could do right at this moment. 

Besides…the city always looked so…pretty in the evenings. 

Well, if there wasn’t crime happening…

…Which was, like, a good 40-50% of the time but still.

“So…what is it, then? Why did you take me to a random rooftop in the smack middle of NY? 'Cuz, no offense…but I was having a nice first place winning streak in Fashion Famous before all of this.” The taller turtle said.

The honey brown teen raised a doubtful brow, “…You play Fashion Famous?”

“Psh…who doesn’t?” Leon scoffed, “But that’s a question worth discussing for another day…” He said as he leaned his shell against the rooftop guardrail as he looked up at the afternoon soon to turn to evening sky, “So tell me..what’s going on, dude?”

“…I…I needed to talk to you…” Leo mumbled. 

“I…can see that.” The elder giggled, “But, what did you wanna talk about?”

The younger fiddled with his fingers nervously again, picking at his thumb’s hang nail slightly as he avoided the other’s gaze entirely now, “…How…H-How do I become a good leader…?” 

Leon blinked in confusion, darting his eyes around the rooftop looking for someone else before letting out a humorless laugh, “Uhuh…whahahat?”

“I-I said…how do I become a good leader…?” Leo repeated, a bit quieter this time.

“…You’re asking me that?” The slider asked incrediously.

“Yes…!” Leo emphasized, getting off of the rail to look at the taller turtle, “How do I—”

“U-Uh…this is…flattering and all, b-but I reheally think you should talk to my Raph about…that.” The red eared slider interrupted, rubbing his arm anxiously and tensing up a bit as the other mutant looked at him with confusion and distraught.

“What? Why!?” Leo asked, getting up from the ledge to look fully at his older counterpart.

“Well, I’m not the oldest turtle in the family like you. I’m the second youngest. Raphalla has more experience, more wisdom and aaaaall that good stuff.” The lime green eyed turtle said as he grimaced awkwardly, picking at a hangnail as well.

Great minds think alike, I suppose…

The honey brown eyed mutant blinked, “I…so? Your still the leader of your team—“

“Welp…this conversation has been fun but I gotta go—”

“But—”

“I have a toooooon of stuff to do now that I think about it…”

“B-But I—”

“And besides, I’m sure your leadership skills aren’t as bad as you think they are—”

“PLEASE!!” The younger shouted as the older tried to leave, making the other flinch slightly at the sudden and random yell, “…Please. J-Just a small piece of advice! A-A hint…! Anything!” 

The taller mutant sighed inwardly, turning around as he crossed his arms— not in a malicious way…but it was really the only form of body langauge he could do at the moment other than picking more at his skin…

…Which, he promised Donnie he would try to stop doing…

“…Why do you want my input so bad…?” The lime green eyed teen asked, mentally cringing at how weak and fragile he sounded.

“I…I don’t know.” The younger mumbled quietly as he sat down against the ledge on the building, hugging his knees to his chest, “I just…figured you would know some stuff…”

“Some…stuff?” The other pressed.

Leo rolled his eyes, “You know what I’m taking about; being a good leader and all that shit!” 

“Pfft— HAH! Trust me, dude…I’m just as lost as you are with this whole 'being a good leader' thing.” Leon chuckled, sitting down next to his counterpart.

“…What are you talking about?” 

“I just became a leader, like…two-ish weeks ago? I dunno…the past weeks have been a complete blur.” The red eared slider explained, holding in an amused snort as he saw how genuinely shocked the other turtle was by his new lore drop. 

“My Raph was originally the leader of the team but after my family defeated the Shredder…my Dad was just all like: 'Blue, you’re the new leader now' and the rest was history…” 

“…Just like that?” The honey brown eyed teenager asked in pure surprise. 

“Just like that.” Leon confirmed. 

“Well, fuck me, then…” The smaller teen grumbled in defeat, burying his face in his knees as the other let out the amused snort he’s been holding in, “I’m good, thanks.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” The younger grumbled at the older’s immaturity. 

…He needs to make a mental note to himself to never let his own Mikey and Leon be in the same room with one another…

“I personally think you have nothing to worry about, though. You seem like you’re doing a pretty good job—” Leon tried to say. 

“But I’m not!” Leo exclaimed as he interrupted the older, mentally punching himself for making a loud outburst again, “I-I’m…not…”

“My brother’s don’t listen to me.” The smaller teen explained, his voice either demonstrating frustration or self-depreciation…

…Leon couldn’t tell.

“They always assume I want to be bossy or I want to be controlling but in reality I just wanna protect them!” The honey brown eyed turtle seethed, “I-I just want to be there for them a-and help!!! I knowthat we’re all the same age and I guess it seems like I’m babying them but I kinda have to because they aren’t responsible! They wouldn’t know responsibility if it walked up to them and punched them straight in the face!!”

The lime green eyed mutant rubbed his arm, tapping his fingers on his knees to try and calm himself down; getting overwhelmed was not a good look on him. 

Plus, it clashed with his autumn shade. 

“…Just, uh…trust yourself…?” The elder tried. 

“But I don’t!” The younger shouted, “I’ve tried and tried and tried to lead but they just. don’t. listen! I-I can’t lead people who don’t want to be lead!” 

“…Your Dad picked you to be the leader for a reason—”

“Well I don’t even know what that damn reason is! ” Leo seethed, burying his face into his arms, “My brother’s want Raph to lead…they don’t want…me. They want someone collective and strong and dependent as their leader; someone who they can be relient on…s-someone who they can trust…”

The smaller mutant let out a wet scoff, looking to the side of himself, “…I’m none of those things…” 

Almost on cue to the emotional moment, Leon slapped his younger counterpart upside on the head…hard. 

Leo let out a small squawk, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at the other. 

“What the freaking hell was that for?!” Leo seethed. 

“For saying a bunch of dumb shit!” The older seethed back, “Y'know that’s my job, right?” He said as he crossed his arms, glancing straight ahead as he saw the sun peeking out from behind a building….

…It was honestly giving the Attack on Titan intro and Leo wasn’t complaining one bit.

“Look…I’m not going to lie to you; being the leader isn’t easy.” The lime green eyed teen exclaimed knowingly. 

“Gee, I wonder what gave you that idea.” The other grumbled under his breath. 

“Just let me cook!”

“Well, right now you’re burning.”

Leon just rolled his eyes at the smaller’s sassy remark, continuing, “I get it, okay…? Being the leader is…challenging. Especially when you know the people your supposed to be leading don’t…want your leadership— or at the very least aren’t used to it.”

The lime green eyed teenager got up, brushing his legs off as he looked over the building’s rail, seeming like he was…trying to remember something, “It’s…a lot. Your still a kid but you’re literally forced to manage all of these responsibilities and high expectations everyone has for you…”

The older sighed, playing with his mask tails as he glanced at the ground, wishing it had an answer to his and Leo’s predicament, “A-And you don’t…you don’t know what those expectations are…” 

The taller mutant sighed, looking back at his younger counterpart, “But you just…gotta keep going…y’know? Your Dad picked you to be leader for a reason, I’m sure.” Leon assured. 

“But my brother’s—”

“'Want Raph?'” The red eared slider said, “Wehell, you aren’t Raph, now are you?”

“…no.”

“Exactly. So stop trying to compare. You’re Leonardo. Lead how Leonardo would lead.” The elder smiled softly.

God, he sounded so freaking…wise right now!!!

“But…I don’t know how Leonardo leads…that’s why I’m asking you…!!” The younger said. 

Leon snorted, “You gotta figure it out, then! Only you can determine how Leonardo leads. Yes…we’re both Leo’s in a sense but we’re different people…you feel me?”

“I…I-I feel you.” The honey brown eyed teen nodded slightly, “I just…I just don’t wanna mess anything up, I guess…”

“Hate to break it to you…but you 100% will. That’s the great thing about being, well…you. I don’t need to be an alternate version of you to know you fuck things up constantly.” The older Leonardo joked lightly, his soft smile turning to a smug grin as he saw how appalled his younger self got at the comment. 

“And you’re going to fuck up a lot of things when you’re leading your brothers…I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t. But…overtime you’ll get better…you won’t be perfect…but you’ll get better.” The elder announced, looking over his shoulder to lock eye’s with Leo, “And sooner or later your younger brother’s will learn to trust you to lead them…but you have to trust yourself first.” 

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, looking back at his older self with nothing but…respect and compassionnow. 

His advice actually made…sense. Which is an actual shock because all the things he usually says is just plain old gibberish. 

“So, you gonna pay me?” Leon asked as he sat back down. 

“Huh?” The younger said as he tilted his head in confusion. 

“I said: Are you gonna pay me?” The older asked again, “Advice doesn’t come for free, y'know.” And in a result to the random question and statement, Leo scratched the side of his head, glancing away nervously, “I mean…I have some Jolly Rancher wrappers in my pocket if you’d like that.” 

The older Leonardo raised an unamused brow, biting back a genuine smile at the younger’s attempted transaction. 

“…I’ll…take that as a maybe…?” The shorter mutant quietly guessed. 

“I’ll pass…but I appreciate the offer.” The red eared slider laughed, wrapping his younger counterpart in a hug as he rested his hand on his side, squeezing it comfortingly, “With you and me as our brother’s leaders…there’s absolutely nothing we can’t solve!” 

The older mutant faltered, scratching his chin in sudden realization, “Besides girls…I still haven’t decoded them yet.” 

Leo randomly let out a laugh at the joke, shaking his head as a couple snorts and squeals followed. 

The older Leo raised an amused brow, chuckling lightly at the other’s giggle fit, “Ohoookay…it was never that fuhunny.” 

“Ihi nehehever sahaid ihat— snrt! Yohour hahahand!!!” The younger Leonardo squeaked, holding the other’s wrists loosely. “Oh.” The lime green eyed teenager hummed, his amused eyeridge raise now becoming…smug, “You don’t happen to be…ticklish, do you?” 

The smaller mutant gulped as his counterpart muttered out…the word; and so casually too?!

“N-Noho! N-Nohoh I’m nohot!” The honey brown eyed turtle squeaked out despretley, letting out a city-wide squeal as Leon pinched his hips with his free hand whilst still trapping/wrapping him in a hug. “Really? Well, last I checked, people who 'aren’t ticklish' don’t usually squeal when their hips are squeezed, bud.”  

“Ihihat’s— snrt! Juhuhust stahap!!” 

“If my memory serves me correctly, you said you 'weren’t ticklish', right?” The elder said as he wiggled his free hand near the other’s stomach. 

Which, in fact, was enough to keep the other boy completely howling with laughter. 

Leo screamed, twisting and turning to try and steer away from the tortuous fingers, “N-NohO nohOHO snrt WAHAIT-!!!” 

“Soooo…you obviously don’t mind this, right?” Leon smirked as he used his left hand to scribble around the smaller turtle’s tummy while his right hand wrapped around his shell and tickled his underarm. “IHI MIHIHIND! IHI snrt MIHIHIND snrt AHA LAHAHAT!” The younger mutant squeaked out in panic, flailing and shouting about. 

“But why~? You’re obviously not ticklish.” The red eared slider shrugged casually. 

“IHI SNRT SNRT AHAM!!” The smaller mutant suddenly confessed, pushing on the taller’s chest, “IHI AHAM SNRT  IHIHI AHAM SNRT SNRT IHI SNRT AHAHAM!!” 

“Oh! So…you lied to me?” The older mutant questioned as he clamped Leo’s thigh repetitively.

The complete audacity of this kid…

It was impressive, honestly…

Leo hiccuped, burying his head in the elder’s shoulder, “NOHO! IHI— snrt! GYAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“Noho! You lied to me, you little twerp! Ugh…the betrayal! And here I thought we were having a nice little bonding moment!” The red eared slider cried dramatically as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms.

The younger Leonardo loudly squawked, snorting up a storm as the elder continued to relentlessly tickle him to pieces, “L-LEHEEEEEEEHEON!!”

“Hm~? Yeah~? What is it, bud?”

“PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAT SNRT SNRT THAHAT!!!” The honey brown eyed mutant squealed, his yell bouncing off the walls of the buildings of New York. “Why~? Is it your tickle spot~? Your tickle tickletickle spot~? 'Cuz your tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!” The smaller turtle howled as Leon scribbled his nails along the other’s plastron patterns, “OHO MY GAHASH YOHOUR SOOHOH MEAN!!!”

“Mean?” The lime green eyed teenager repeated innocently, “I’m not mean~! I’m just asking you a couple questions.” 

“I-IHIHI CAHANT SNRT SNRT SNRT BREATHE!!” 

“That sounds like a yohou problem, but hey! That’s just me…” 

“OKAHAY!!!” The younger wheezed, happy tears pricking out of his eyes; awaiting to fall, “STOHOP! STOHOHAP!!” 

“Stopping stopping…” The elder teenager giggled, doing as he promised and stopping. He wrapped his younger counterpart in a hug, letting the shorter turtle snort and snicker in his shoulder once more, “You got this…okay?” He assured. 

“W-Whahat…? Whahat snrt snrt doohoo I snrt hahahave??” Leo questioned through his giddy laughs which Leon couldn’t help but huff fondly to, “The…Thehe leading thing, dude. You got it, okay? Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine.” 

“I dohon’t eheheven remember whahat yohou said toohoo beehee honest..” 

“I can tickle you again to help you remember—“

“N-NONOHO IHIHI’M GOOD!” Leo emphasized, hugging his middles and burying his head into Leon’s shoulder deeper. The elder just hugged him tighter, resting his cheek on the top of the younger’s head.

The two didn’t know a thing when it came to leading…

But they were going to try…they were going to try leading…

…Because that’s really all anyone could ask for…

Their best. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[yallmakemyassitch]

Lee Sabastion and Ler Kiko?

Gladly anon, besides I haven't done a request in a while, so this was quite refreshing to do

A Single Scritch

This piece was quite experimental and I really enjoyed getting the textures and values down within the image. Hopefully this satisfies the Sebastian itch everyone has been collectively having, including me, lol!

Anyways, more Kiko x Sebastian art coming soon okay have a nice morning fellas 🩷

[saturnzskyzz]

Arcane tkl concepts

A/N: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝙸 𝚍𝚘 ⚰️) 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚔𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! :]

These are just for fun! So no credit needed. There's barely any tkl fics for arcane so I thought I might spark some creativity!

Catvi (Caitlyn & Vi)

Lee! Caitlyn ler! Vi

In the talking stage, there comes a time where they start to become touchy with each other? Not extensive, but just enough where there's some playful banter and vi would either shove Caitlyn's shoulder, or Caitlyn would playfully kick Vi from behind her knee. But what Vi recently discovered was that Caitlyn is rather sensitive in the sides from random, and playful, pokes. When Vi wants to confront her about it, Caitlyn would seem to deny it, but also wouldn't completely scruff the idea of her being sensitive on the sides. And THAT'S when Vi is like, "let's test how sensitive you are" or something, and would go for the kill.

Lee! Vi ler! Caitlyn

A cute one that I thought of is that Caitlyn likes to give Vi gentle tickles when she's overwhelmed or stressed. Vi would lay on her girlfriends lap, and since Caitlyn would have a habit of stroking Vi's hair, she would purposely get close enough to Vi's neck and would just enlight the most breathiest giggles from Vi. OH MY GOODNESS I need to write this one😭😭

Jayvik (Jayce & Viktor)

Lee! Jayce ler! Viktor

The thought of Jayce being on the receiving end should not be this surprising.. Then again he's a playful little shit and I headcanon that Jayce inflicts Viktor's ler side. Jayce would do something as simple as misplacing something of Viktor's and acting like he didn't do it, and when Viktor isn't getting an answer from Jayce, that's when he's like "you know what? You asked for it" and would tickle the answer out of him. The amount of times this has happened would be historic.

Lee! Viktor ler! Jayce

Again, playful little shit Jayce. He likes to hear his friends laugh, and when he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of things when annoying his partner in crime, how about he annoys them by tickling them? 😭😭 of course with Viktor's health he take account that he can't go too rough or else a very painful coughing fit would start.. He would literally jump off of a building if he went that far. So he just goes gentle with Viktor, and when I tell you the giggles that would fly out of this man would send a serotonin boost to Jayce??!! He could hear this man giggle all day.

Timebomb(Jinx & Ekko)

:𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍:

SPOILERS FOR ACT3

Lee! Jinx ler! Ekko

When building up their friendship again after the war, they talk a lot about the past. When Ekko bring up a past memory that he adored which is when Ekko first discovered that Jinx was ticklish, he reluctantly brings it up and when jinx is all like "what? I don't remember that" or trying to deny it, that's when Ekko is like "I wonder if you're still ticklish" and we all know how that will turn out. Obviously there's this headcanon I have for the both of them that they are frequent with their tickle fights, and either one of them could either have the upper hand, or one is on the receiving end. Different days with a different winner. If that makes sense? 😭

Lee! Ekko ler! Jinx

I feel like jinx would have discovered it randomly. Like "oh, did that hurt?" and when Ekko goes no, Jinx is just like "okay, NOW we need to decipher what that noise was" and it would lead to her tickling the shit out of Ekko. This ones really short, but it also explains itself pretty well I believe 😭

That's all that I have for these main three pairs!! My brain is all goopy and mushy by thinking about all these 😭😭 hopefully these strike interest for you guys :]]

[tkpuke]

I saw your post about prompts soo

14 X Jinx & Vi (when they are grown up)(any lee/ler)

29 and/or 27 X lee!Ekko ler!Jinx

30 X lee!Victor ler!Jayce

12 X lee!Jayce ler!Mel

just some ideas🙏

Jinx + Vi - 14. “What are we, five years old now?”

author’s note: ooo thanks for giving me some ideas to choose one from!! This takes place when they were in that cave trying to find Vander together, and cue that sisterly fight they had lol

“You wouldn’t last one second without all your ugly gadgets and chicken-shit tricks.”

Another insult from Vi, then another right back from Jinx. This has been going on for only a few seconds, both a natural for having useless arguments with each other over nothing. It’s a big part of being a sister, one might say. Jinx commented about Vi’s own personal gadget on her hands, calling them ‘bitch mittens.’

Vi quickly took them off, unamused. “You think I need these to—“ a sharp slap cut her off, one she was very much not expecting. All Vi did was blink, how the hell did Jinx get so close that fast?

Jinx shrugged. “There. One second.” She turns, which was a mistake on her part. Vi grabbed onto both of her pigtails, pulling them hard to sweep her off her feet. This should be a mental reminder for Jinx that she should probably get a haircut soon, or everyone will start using this cheap trick in a fight with her.

From there, a fight that sort of looked like wrestling took place. They tussled, tossed and turned, pushing each other’s faces away while sneaking in punches that weren’t even used with full strength. To anyone watching, it just looked like your average sibling fight, because that what it was truly.

“Last chance to surrender!” Vi yelled, dodging another punch from Jinx. “Go right ahead, fat hands!” From the corner, Isha started running over to help Jinx get the upper hand, but stopped in her tracks when she no longer heard grunts but giggling instead.

Vi started reliving memories from when they were younger and had similar fights like these, using every move she once did to claim victory and have her sister call out quits. One of them, which Jinx will forever argue how it’s unfair and completely cheating, was tickling. Vi wasn’t even sure if her sister, who she felt her spirit wasn’t within Jinx anymore, was still ridiculously ticklish when she was twelve. All Vi had to do was send ticklish skittering on Powder’s stomach and she would immediately yield and say her sorry’s.

To much of Vi’s surprise, Jinx started giggling as if she was a kid again, pushing against Vi’s arms but mainly to just hold onto something like that would relieve some of the ticklish feeling. Vi starts chuckling herself. “Are you kidding me? This still works on you?” She doesn’t stop, going over the spots that she vividly remembers that had Powder straight up snorting.

“Whahat are we, fihihive years old!?” A crack in her voice shows while laughing, cannot believing herself how a few wiggles to her body has got her hysterical, feeling twelve again. Vi slowly stops, already seeing Jinx’s body go weak so she gladly took that as a win. “You use to love this when you were five.”

After catching multiple breaths, Jinx shoved Vi off all the while giving her a little glare. “Well, clearly not anymore.” Vi poked her stomach, a teasing smile on her face. “Are you sure?”

Jinx softly slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me.” But it wasn’t said with hostility, more like warning her sister to not bug her. Although that will always be Vi’s job as an older sister, to bug the hell out of Jinx. She may not be Powder anymore, but that doesn’t change the same blood they both share. Their connection is still within each other. One of these days, as much as Vi does not like the person her younger sister has become, it will come back and maybe things could go back the way it use to be. Maybe.

They both get up, brushing off some dust. Vi looks over at Isha, who has been watching the entire thing with curious eyes. “Now that was a very good tactic I just showed you on how to win a fight against her, kid.” She leans down a little to more her level, covering her mouth to whisper but still loud enough for Jinx to purposefully hear. “I can teach you more, if you’d like.”

Jinx stops walking, slowly turning to face the both of them. “Last time I checked, this so-called ‘tactic’ also worked on you.” Jinx gets closer, absolutely loving how silent Vi got.

“Want to see if that’s still true?”