#ler annie

[iraia-gamer]

Here IS some lee!Eddy from funko fusion

Lee!Eddy

Lers:me , @kawaiisarichan100 ,@annietheminor,@alechans-cutetickles and Freddy crédits to julysunset on devienart

[vampiremeerkat]

A chronic manipulator dies. I didn't mean to turn this into a video, but Tumblr doesn't recognize the song as a transformative "Whiter Shade of Pale" and the audio uploader kept spitting it out.

[tickletastic]

Dr. Hughie in the House

Fandom: The Boys

Ship: Hughie/Annie

Warnings: Suggestive content

Summary: Hughie decides that maybe being the one to save Annie isn't as good as he imagined it to be. Maybe he's completely okay with being the less powerful one in their relationship. Day fourteen of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: roleplay!

“I- Annie, this isn’t doing anything for me,” Hughie laughs, shaking his head and backing away.

“Really?” Annie asks, looking down at the hospital gown that she’s wearing. “Didn’t you want to be the one to save me for once?” Annie saunters over to him, lifting the edges of her gown in an attempt to conjure an image of Marilyn Monroe. 

Hughie backs away, shaking his head with a nervous laugh, “yeah, I think I might’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh,” Annie says, tilting her head to the side, “did you want me to be the doctor?” She asks innocently, her lips downturned. 

“No, no,” Hughie shakes his head, “I just want you to be you. I think that was like, a bajillion times hotter than whatever,” Hughie gestures to his doctor costume and then to Annie’s gown, “this is.”

“Oh,” Annie says, trailing off, “okay, uh, so what now?”

“Maybe we do something different tomorrow?” Hughie suggests, a tinge of guilt in his tone, “I just- this has given me grandma levels of no boner, I don’t think it’s going to cooperate tonight.” He makes a dramatic gesture towards his lower regions, pretending to scold them.

Annie laughs, pulling the gown over her head, “okay, is tomorrow going to be guard and prisoner?”

“No,” Hughie responds immediately with a startled laugh “absolutely not, I don’t have any desire to try this again.”

“If you say so, Dr. Hughie,” Annie responds, climbing onto the bed, Hughie flopping next to her, still in costume. “Does that mean you’re suddenly alright having a superhero girlfriend.”

“I was always alright with itt,” he responds with an easy smile, “I just thought a change might be interesting, but boy was I wrong.”

Annie laughs, flipping onto her stomach and giggling into Hughie’s neck. 

“Hehey!” Hughie giggles, trying to push Annie away. 

“Hay is for horses,” Annie jokes, breath hitting the side of Hughie’s neck. Hughie snorts, kicking a leg out and shaking his head. 

“Stahap!” 

“I thought you were okay with my powers,” Annie teases, her fingers coming up to tickle his sides. 

“Nohoho!” Hughie chuckles, “thihihis is ahahan abuhuhuse ohohof thehehem!” 

“No,” Annie responds, a cheeky smile on her lips, “I actually think this might be the perfect use for them.”

“Ahahanie!” Hughie squeals when she hits the spot between his belly button and waistband, bucking upwards, “stahahap! Ihihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”

Annie grins down at him before nestling her face back in his neck, blowing streams of air on his collarbones and ears, “really, Hughie? I think you can handle it.”

Her fingers spider their way up to his ribs and he loses it, thrashing and bucking while her fingers carefully take him apart. 

“AHAHANNIE NOHOHOHO! NOHOHO!” He screeches, thrashing as much as he can against her, Annie’s strength holding steady. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

Annie’s fingers slow to a stop as she coos over Hughie, his face red while giggles flow freely from his lips. 

“You’re so cute,” Annie says, kissing all over Hughie’s face, making him giggle even more.

“Sahahays you.”

She nods, smiling down at him, “yeah, says me.” She leans in and kisses him, starting out soft but evolving into something more intense, more greedy. When she pulls away they’re both out of breath, staring at each other with a reignited lust. 

“Remember what I said earlier about it,” Hughie’s eyes move down and back up in a quick movement before catching Annie’s eyes again, “not cooperating? Well, I think it’s ready now.”

“Oh? Oh,” Annie says, quickly realizing where Hughie is going, “well, my ‘it’ has been ready since the patient outfit.”

“Gross,” Hughie laughs, “well, tell it to behave while I take this costume off.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if it can,” Annie grins with a wink, and Hughie speeds up with taking off his clothes, tripping over himself as he tries to get out of his pants. She just laughs, watching his trip over in excitement, glad that he’s finally coming to terms with her having powers and him having none. It’s almost like it’s never even mattered. It’s almost like they can still protect each other, even if she’s the only superhero in their relationship. 

[kanene-yaaay]

GET THEM GET THEM GET THEM!!!!!

TICKLE THE 👏👏 EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE 👏👏👏👏 AND TICKLISH👏👏 BOYOS 👏👏👏👏

I am simply LIVING for the way you drew their expressions!!! Jason being just about to hide his smile behind his hand and Percy clearly trying to keeping himself from squirming while they both try to not laugh is just sooooo cute!!! The blush on their faces too 💛💛💛💛💛😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Piper and Annabeth are absolutely PLAYFUL GREMLINS here and good for them it's what they deserve

how about jason and percy having a tickle-off? whoever laughs the hardest loses :D

i suppose they're both the lee and the ler so feel free to do whatever you'd like with this!! may the best tickler win

As soon as I saw this request, I knew that it was PERFECT for our with @kanene-yaaay hcs that Annabeth and Piper would definitely argue about which of their bf is more ticklish someday.

There was definitely a dialogue between Jason and Percy when they were offered this "endurance test", in the style of

Jason "I'm afraid that..."

and Percy already with a twinkle of excitement in his eyes "Afraid that you'll lose?~"

And that's it, that all, guys, you signed your own sentence xD

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Vivace

Chapter Twenty Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Tiny, Lee, Kevin, Annie, Pamela, Sam, faceless fans and support staff

Word Count: 2900

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, jealousy, grief, musical backstory and hope

A/N: The band played on.

Series Masterlist

You held your breath as Bobby gathered the band backstage. Two dozen roadies, stage crew, and security stilled as he looked past the boys and Pam to their support staff, only Charlie and her team were missing, already in place in the booth. You shivered and waited. Jody’s voice echoed behind the bend thanking the crowd and promising a great show from Phantom Traveler to come. Andy slinked around and continued to snap pictures, despite the glare it earned him anytime Bobby caught the lens pointed toward him. The ragtag group buzzed with excitement and you silently prayed that it would go off without a hitch. 

Finally, Bobby began to speak, “I know a lot of you are nervous about tonight, ‘bout this tour— hell about this band. But it means a lot that y’all signed on for another round of nonsense with these idjits. It means you believe in them, that you’ve got faith they can pull together and get it done. Well, I’m here to tell you it’s not a time to worry, because ain't no other band that can do what these guys do. It’s a time to celebrate. Let’s get out there and fuckin’ rock’n’roll.”

Lee hooted and people cheered, you couldn’t help but clap and shriek along. Then everyone crowded in for the circle of hands and chanted “Phaaaaaantom TRAV-ler!”

The band and crew maneuvered in the dark, letting the interim instrumentals keep the crowd distracted as they set up. You scurried back to where you had left Bela in the wings, under Tiny’s care.

“Everything alright?” Bela asked out of the side of her mouth, shifting in place as she tried to clock Dean amongst the many moving shapes.

“Aces,” you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet as the crowd started to clap with an increasing beat.

You spotted Sam and Kevin’s silhouettes high five and then Lee strummed a teaser chord. Walkie talkies crackled around you as the all clear was called. You kept an earpiece in, but without much left for you to do, you turned it to the lowest setting besides mute. 

It was go time. 

“Bring ‘em up, Charlie,” Bobby prompted over the line and the Forum erupted. 

Lights and wavelengths of sound shot off in every direction and Phantom Traveler took off.

You wouldn’t have stopped yourself from screaming bloody murder even if you had remembered you were directly beside your very posh best friend and her security detail. 

It was happening. They made it back home.

“Good evening Inglewood!” Dean greeted, pointedly accurate. Plus you could tell he was grinning from where you stood, from just the sway of his head and a glimpse of his profile.

There was no other chit chat, no grand speech thanking them for coming out, it was just the band, the music, and the audience.

They started off with ‘Woman in White’, their first major single and something high energy enough to get people out of their seats. Then on to the B side of their first EP, which was a cult favorite called ‘Playthings’ that featured something affectionately referred to as ‘the beat off’ between Sam and Pam.

But at the time it was written, it was played by Sam and Cas.

Pam did it better.

It was like someone was racing up the stairs or against time itself as the two rhythm setting musicians fought for dominance. The crowd ate it up. And you could tell they both were already dripping sweat by the time the song ended and they tuned it back and finally jumped into their last fateful album.

‘Scarecrow’ was haunted and foreboding, reminiscent of early 90s metal that you knew Dean adored. It was also Cas’ favorite track off that entire album. And Kevin killed the bridge as the keyboard turned into an ancient organ chasing the crows away with the dawn. Charlie even added a cackling Vincent Price at the end that couldn’t be topped.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?!” Lee took the words out of Dean’s mouth, which earned him a kick in the ass. They were having a blast up there and it was infectious.

The crowd roared.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Dean bellowed. “I hope you don’t mind, but we’d like to bring somebody out for this next number.”

Shrill ruckus pierced the air, they knew what was coming.

“She’s our very dear friend and we just so happened to convince her to tag along with us this tour. You know her, you love her, please— give a very warm welcome to the incomparable Ms. Annie Hawkins!”

Everyone screamed and stomped, watching as the spotlight followed Annie from the farside of the stage towards the standing mics centerstage.

“Oh, she looks amazing,” Bela spoke for the first time since you’d gotten back. And she wasn’t wrong.

“The girls probably had a blast with her in their dressing room,” you tacked on thoughtfully.

“Her top though,” Bela continued. “I want it.”

You chuckled at Bela’s priorities and quickly got sucked back into what was happening barely thirty feet away.

“You sure you’re ready over there?” Annie teased as Dean adjusted his mic after rushing to set down his guitar.

The crowd laughed in unison.

“I’m ready, do you think they’re ready?” Dean asked coyly, gesturing to the crowd.

All around you camera screens glowed and flashed burst through the darkened arena. Concert security lined the stage and guarded the partitioned areas for the crew and band to navigate the area. Until that moment you really hadn’t been able to pull any single response from the cacophony. You hadn’t been trying anyway. But when Annie goaded Dean a cluster of women in the pit got your attention.

“And here I thought you were out here warming them up for me?” Annie teased.

The crowd loved it, but one catty comment made it feel like you and Bela were right there up on stage with them. “Bela needs to get her man before that cougar gets too cozy up there.”

They eyed your little corner below the VIP suspiciously. You missed whatever Dean said in response, instead watching the women glare and Bela adamantly ignore them in equal measure.

But then the song began. A slow and slinking start reminiscent of Springsteen’s Fire. Which you clocked the first time you heard it, but that was just the intro. The lyrics started up as a quick conversation, a compromise even and then they were harmonizing into the chorus. 

The band hadn’t done many duets, even with such talented singers in their ranks. It wasn’t their style. But this song felt like it had always existed, it was timeless and familiar and really fucking catchy. Annie beamed at Dean when he slipped closer on stage and they belted out the final lines.

It made you feel like they were performing only for you, for their people. It was honest and intimate, but this wasn’t rehearsal or karaoke and the audience would not be forgotten.

Everyone cheered. Even the judgy bitches that kept watching Bela at your side.

Dean hugged Annie and made sure she got the reception she deserved, egging the crowd on and bowing in homage to her talent.

She rolled her eyes, did a snarky curtsy and waved her way back off stage.

“You guys seem to be digging that one. Maybe we could play some more new stuff for y’all tonight?” Lee asked. “I mean— the album isn’t out yet.”

Naturally, the crowd shouted and begged for more.

Bela turned to whisper to you. “They’re not gonna get in trouble for this are they?”

You shook your head. “They’ve got permission to do a few songs until the album is actually out and then they’ll change up the set list to cover more of the new stuff.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah, bootlegs always exist, but this way they’re building excitement but not giving away the farm.”

“Lee!” Dean admonished playfully. 

“What?!” Lee spat back, smirking.

“Sam— tell him.”

Sam shook his head, always stoic on stage.

Dean kept up the ruse. “I don’t know if we should. Pamela?”

Pamela thudded the bass drum and hit the crash. 

“Okay! Pammy’s in— Kevo?” Lee kept the momentum going.

And without any warning or time for Kevin to actually respond, they burst into the opening of 'Prophet and Loss'. 

“I would kill for a drink—- is there somebody we could send to concessions?” Bela asked midsong. And you looked around, wondering if any of the staff could actually leave their posts without getting in trouble. 

You suddenly felt like a bad host. “We’ll get you a box for Vegas. I know this isn’t as fun as it sounds standing for two hours straight.”

“Y/N, I’m fine. Promise.”

“Okay, well I’ll go after the next song. You want anything, Tiny?” you asked your silent companion.

“All good, boss.” He replied and straightened his stance, clasping his hands in front of him.

Kevin silenced the space with the burst of chords at the beginning of his solo, showcasing what Julliard training could do and how rock’n’roll could still be classy as hell. The key changed, turning the mood broken and lamenting as they stumbled into the bridge where Dean pelted out about losing Cas without so much detail.

 Dean let the note hang in the air. “'Prophet and Loss', everybody.”

Whistles filled the air, keeping the mood somber but with enough reception to know that small offering was gratefully accepted.

“Thanks— uh, I, we really appreciate being here tonight and being able to share some of the new album with everybody. But we know you wanna hear the stuff you know, too. So we’re gonna hop back to it and have a kick ass night. How’s that sound?” Dean checked in.

The crowd cheered.

“Did you hear something?” Dean asked Lee jokingly.

The crowd got louder.

“I don’t know if they’re up for much more,” Lee taunted back.

You rolled your eyes and turned to Bela. “Okay, I’ll be back, text me if you think of anything besides drinks.”

The crowd continued to take the bait, howling behind you as you made your way out of the off limit areas and up a side stairway towards the general admission cavern-like hallway. For the first time it felt like all day, you exhaled. Your pass flapped against your chest as you strutted quickly towards the concession area, bypassing the VIP lounge because you didn’t want to get distracted by Madison or any of the mid-level suits that might be milling around.

You could have stolen something from the dressing room, but that wouldn’t have taken nearly as long and you needed some time off of Bela duty tonight. Which made you feel guilty as hell. She was your best friend! She didn’t do anything wrong. And yet you were incredibly frustrated with even the thought of her.

So you waited in line, ordered two extremely overpriced and depressingly weak cocktails, and put them on your expense card. 

The thing about regret is that it isn’t a one time experience. There might have been a moment in the process of you contriving this scenario for Dean’s redemption where you second or third guessed yourself. But the biting sting of seeing him play happy with Bela online and even in person had come at you in waves.

Regret was bearable if it meant it worked, if Dean could have some peace.

But this wasn’t just regret, it was petulance and jealousy and injustice.

Because Bobby had asked all the way back in the beginning, why couldn’t it have been you playing arm candy? And the fact that people could see what you had tried so hard to bury and ignore plain as day, well, it made you feel incredibly small and even more pathetic.

There was no reason for you to be the one at Dean’s side. But damn did you want to be.

And somehow you had managed to keep that from one of the most important people in your life. So it wasn’t just that Bela was getting a part of Dean that you’d never have. Or parts. You shuttered at the thought of where his mouth had been. It was that your best friend hadn’t even clocked the elephant in the room.

Like she didn’t even know you at all.

Or maybe that was on you too. Maybe you hadn’t been honest with yourself until it was too late. How could you put that blame on her too?

You slammed your drink and got back in line for a replacement, not wanting to return with only Bela’s cup like some kind of maid. You could hear the crowd singing along with Lee on ‘A Reaper’s Offering’, a bluesy cut from their second studio album. 

You probably had another two songs before you’d miss anything else new. But you also knew Bela was waiting and the longer the show went on, the more drunk and ballsy random fans could get. You couldn’t leave her with the forever nonplussed Tiny for backup. You smiled at the woman working the bar cart apologetically and ordered another husk of a cocktail.

After another stream of applause, the opening bars of ‘Abandon All Hope’ started and you knew you had to book it. This was Jo’s song, you couldn’t miss it. You never left Dean to get through this one alone. Huffing down the service steps with two drinks in hand in heels was something that you managed only from practice, but you made it in time for the first chorus.

“Oh aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Bela murmured to her drink before sipping it and wincing. “It’ll do. Took you long enough,” she teased and winked, hip checking you as you struggled to get your breathing under control as you mouthed along with Dean’s words.

“Trapped by your side with no exit, we had to let you go—”

Bela quickly picked up on your shift in mood and reeled in the playfulness, for which you gave her a grateful glance before turning back to try and lock eyes with Dean on stage.

“Defending that night while trying to give comfort, we should have known—”

“To abandon all hope,” you sang out, the last lyric rising up to hover in the air. 

Dean turned and glanced in your direction and then looked again once he finally saw you. He nodded and tapped his heart and you returned the gesture, you both kept her safe as you could now. He blew a kiss to the ceiling and bowed.

The crowd continued to echo around you, suffocating yet as distant as thunder. 

“Alrighty, folks, we’re gonna take a short break for Sammy to find another shirt and we’ll get you one last sneak peak,” Dean explained. “Kevin? Think you and Pam can keep ‘em busy for me?”

“Aye-aye,” Kevin said and saluted, out of range of his mic stand.

Pam started in with the count and Kevin peeled in down from the upper registers, like he was sliding in from Heaven and crashing a party. The instrumental interlude was a mesmerizing feat of jumping genres and killing time while showcasing just what all each of them could do. But you weren’t even paying attention. Dean made a beeline for the back of the stage and he wound around security until he could find you. 

He gripped the ball of your shoulder and leaned in. “I didn’t see you until the end— had me worried, Trouble!”

He had to talk over the crowd, his back firmly towards the nearest wedge of fans.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!”

He stared at you, sweaty and down to a single layer, earpiece still in his left ear. 

“You’re killing it up there,” Bela said, making you both stop and blink. Dean grinned and pulled her into a hug, a boyfriend hug, arms tight around her waist so her arms can loop around his neck. She even kicked a leg back for balance. 

God was she good.

“You keep an eye on her, okay? She’s gonna need tissues for the next one,” Dean warned playfully down his nose at Bela about you.

She rolled her eyes. “You are a menace on the emotional, aren’t you?”

“All in a day’s work,” Dean shrugged and set her back on her own two feet.

The crackle of a nearby walkie made Dean look around for whoever was sent to find him. “Sam’s looking for you,” an unimpressed lackey of Benny’s pointed out from ten feet away.

“Yeah, I bet he is. Alright, well, see you ladies later— Tiny,” Dean stepped back nodding. He soon disappeared only to hop up on the wing of the stage, grabbing an acoustic and sliding it on.

After the chaos of the crowd dissipated from Pamela’s and Kevin’s antics, Dean and Sam walked on stage and sat down on a pair of stools that had been left out for them. They didn’t look at each other or even the crowd and you knew in that moment that Dean hadn’t been lying. You weren’t gonna survive the next song live with a dry eye.

‘Brothers Keeper’ nearly took down the entire venue. 

Cell phones and lighters blazed in the dark, enraptured space as Dean and Sam sang about each other, about family, and about forgiveness.

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Chapter 27: Polyphony

[leinielly]

REGAL ACADEMY o refúgio para contos de fadas

💚🇧🇷:

Neo Rose:

Finalmente vamos ver a Rose Cendrillon grigiastro, talvez eu mude o sobrenome dela.

Rose é uma garota de cabelos loiro manteiga e olhos azuis como um cristal de gelo, por algum motivo ela tem merchas rosas em seus cabelo, talvez ela tenha tigido para se destacar um pouco, ela sempre gostou de contos de fadas, mesmo que passaram anos e ela já era uma adolescente, ela nunca deixou de gostar dos contos de fadas que sua mãe a contava antes de dormir, Atualmente ela mesma lê livros de várias versões de uma só história de contos de fadas. muitos dos seus colegas em sua escola a viam como infantil pelo seu amor por contos de fadas, embora ela também tenha um bom gosto para casados e sonha em ter uma loja de sapatos de todos os tipos, diria que alguns alunos aproveitam que ela não consegue se encaixar para a fazerem de capaxo e se aproveitarem dela, pelo fato dela ser bastante proativa e dedicada em suas tarefas.

Em mais um dia frustrante após a escola, Rose decide esfriar a cabeça indo para a biblioteca da idade, por terem chegado novos livros lá, procurando pelas estantes ela encontra um livro que a chama a atenção pela capa incomum e ao ler a capa descobre o título: "REGAL ACADEMY o refúgio para contos de fadas" curiosa ela abre o livro para saber do que se tratava e ao finalmente chegar no primeiro capítulo lê uma frase que pensava ser um crédito a alguém em voz alta, mas oque aconteceu foi que acabou sendo sugada para dentro do livro e parando em um lugar que com certeza não era da sua cidade.

💙🇺🇸:

Neo Rose

Finally we'll see Rose Cendrillon grigiastro, maybe I'll change her last name.

Rose is a girl with butter blonde hair and blue eyes like an ice crystal, for some reason she has pink streaks in her hair, maybe she dyed it to stand out a little, she has always liked fairy tales, even though years have passed. and she was already a teenager, she never stopped liking the fairy tales her mother told her before bed. Currently, she herself reads books with several versions of a single fairy tale story. Many of her classmates at her school saw her as childish due to her love of fairy tales, although she also has good taste in marriage and dreams of having a shoe store of all kinds, I would say that some students take advantage of what she is unable to do. fit in to act as a cloak and take advantage of her, due to the fact that she is very proactive and dedicated to her tasks.

On another frustrating day after school, Rose decides to clear her head by going to the old library, because new books have arrived there, looking through the shelves she finds a book that catches her attention due to its unusual cover and when reading the cover she discovers the title: "REGAL ACADEMY the refuge for fairy tales" curious she opens the book to find out what it was about and when she finally reaches the first chapter she reads a sentence that she thought was a credit to someone out loud, but what happened was that it ended being sucked into the book and ending up in a place that was definitely not in her city.

❤🇮🇹: NEO Rose

Finalmente vedremo Rose Cendrillon Grigiastro, magari le cambierò cognome.

Rose è una ragazza dai capelli biondo burro e dagli occhi azzurri come un cristallo di ghiaccio, per qualche motivo ha delle mèches rosa tra i capelli, forse li ha tinti per risaltare un po', le sono sempre piaciute le favole, anche se sono passati anni. ed era già un'adolescente, non ha mai smesso di apprezzare le fiabe che sua madre le raccontava prima di andare a letto. Attualmente lei stessa legge libri con diverse versioni di un'unica fiaba. Molti compagni della sua scuola la vedevano infantile a causa del suo amore per le favole, nonostante abbia anche buon gusto in fatto di matrimonio e sogni di avere un negozio di scarpe di tutti i tipi, direi che alcuni studenti approfittano di quello che è incapace di adattarsi per fungere da mantello e approfittarsi di lei, poiché è molto proattiva e dedita ai suoi compiti.

In un'altra giornata frustrante dopo la scuola, Rose decide di schiarirsi le idee andando nella vecchia biblioteca, perché lì sono arrivati ​​nuovi libri, guardando tra gli scaffali trova un libro che cattura la sua attenzione per la sua copertina insolita e leggendo la copertina lei scopre il titolo: "REGAL ACADEMY il rifugio delle fiabe" incuriosita apre il libro per scoprire di cosa tratta e quando finalmente arriva al primo capitolo legge ad alta voce una frase che pensava fosse un merito per qualcuno, ma cosa quello che è successo è che finì per essere risucchiata dal libro e finire in un posto che sicuramente non era nella sua città.

[shoto-chann]

Hi there! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're absolutely adorable 😍 if you're taking requests, and since you're writing for HoO, I wanted to request a lee! Leo and ler! Piper or Jason or any of the Seven tickling the shit out of him for pulling nonstop pranks on April Fool's. Thank you so much hehe

This idea sounds absolutely beautiful! I finally get to write for my favorite book series! My Percy Jackson Era has started! There seriously needs to be more PJO/HoO tickle fics out there with characters like Leo, Frank, Hazel, or any other characters, but I'm fine with any cause they're all so wonderful. Here ya go, friend 😁😁

There's Always A Limit

Heroes of Olympus

Lee! Leo

Ler! Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel

Description: Leo keeps pulling April Fool's pranks on everyone, and after daring to get Annabeth, she and the rest of the Seven teach him why he shouldn't test people's patience

*Warning: Contains tickling

Leo silently giggled to himself as he finished setting up his next prank. "This is gonna be so good," He said quietly as he tiptoed out of the room he was in. Turning to the semi opened door, he waited for that person to wake up. He didn't have to wait long cause that person woke up five seconds later, rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, and screamed bloody murder. Leo laughed out loud and entered the room, witnessing Annabeth screaming and crawling away from what appeared to be the scariest thing in the world: spiders. Annabeth's eyes turned to Leo as she trembled in the corner. "LEO! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" She screamed. "PERCY! PERCY!" "April Fools!" Leo said as he fell to the floor, cackling. He picked up one of the spiders and showed it to Annabeth, who only screamed louder. "Calm down, they're not real spiders" Leo said as he revealed what it actually was. "It's just paper, Annie. Oh, I can't believe I got you. Everyone said it was impossible, but I just proved them wrong. Coach Hedge, better pay up!" Leo said as he bolted out of the room with a chuckle and an evil smirk.

Later, everyone except Leo met up around the dining hall. Unfortunately, everyone had fallen victim to Leo's pranks. Percy's food was dyed red, which made Percy cry. Jason, who hardly got any sleep, was holding a now destroyed alarm clock that went off and played Jason's least favorite song at random times. Piper's wardrobe was swapped out with fancy and elegant clothing, something she hated with a passion. Frank's face was written in marker with the message saying "Leo Da Best," and Hazel had fake minerals laying around her room and around other people's rooms, scaring her almost to death. But the only one who was the most angry was Annabeth. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. One look at her made the Underworld feel like a tropical vacation. "I'm going to kill Valdez," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "I'm not sure we should go that far," Jason said. "Don't get me wrong, I feel like flinging him off the ship and blasting him with lightning, but we should-" "I want to hurl hurricanes at him" Percy said angrily. "Maybe I can charmspeak him into jumping off the ship as it flies." "Maybe I should throw a gold bar in his face." "I can shoot him in his legs." Everyone started naming things they could (and wanted to) do to Leo for his pranks, and it was starting to get out of control. "EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Everyone immediately stopped talking with fear that Annabeth might hurt them instead. "Look, we all want to hurt Leo, but there's a better way to deal with him besides breaking his bones and killing him" Annabeth said. "What do you have in mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked. "Glad you asked, Seaweed Brain. I'll demonstrate. Get up here." Percy hesitated to move, but he did as he was told and walked up to Annabeth, who immediately judo flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly button without mercy. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHANABEHEHEHETH! WHYHYHY!?" "This is for not coming to help me when Leo put fake spiders in my room." Annabeth said as she continued her assault for another twenty seconds before letting Percy go. "And just because I needed to let off a little steam," She said as she kissed Percy on the cheek. Annabeth stood up and sighed. "Everyone get what I mean now?" Everyone nodded at the idea of teaching Leo a thing or two.

Later that day, Leo was rummaging around for more materials he could use to get another couple of pranks in. He had the brilliant idea that involved fake snakes and a voice changer. He had almost finished creating his voice changer when all of a sudden Piper came in. "Leo, that big angry bird is back." Leo looked up at Piper. "Really?! Finally, I get to pay that stupid bird back for taking my food!" Leo got down and rushed out to the main hall to ready the weapons, only to find the bird inside and resting on a table. Leo locked eyes with the bird and smirked. "Ready to get turned into dinner, you stupid bird?" He stepped closer to the bird, but before he could make a move, the bird flew at Leo full speed. Leo was about to catch the bird, but was surprised when the bird grew arms and legs and was reaching out to-

"What the-" Leo was tackled down by what was now an angry looking Frank. Frank pinned him to the ground with one hand, his eyes looming over Leo with hatred and a small hint of a smirk. "What was that for, dude?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Leo exclaimed. "Oh no, the horror," said Annabeth with an annoyed yet satisfied sarcastic tone. She and the other demigods walked in behind her and approached Leo. "Guys, w-what's with the sudden-" "So you think it's funny to prank everyone here?" Annabeth asked in a demanding tone. "Well...yeah. It's April Fools Day. How can I just pass this opportunity up?" Annabeth glared at him, but it wasn't her usual annoyed or angry glare. She had a smirk on her face. Leo was even more afraid of this Annabeth than angry mom Annabeth. "Well, Valdez, you have to be punished for what toy did to everyone." Everyone had already positioned themselves next to Leo, which made him a little nervous. "L-Look, we can talk about this like civil people hehehere" Leo giggled nervously. "It's a little too late for talking" Annabeth said. "I wonder how quickly you can hit your limit."

"Please, Annie-" "Only I get to call her that!" Percy said as he started tickling Leo's hips. Leo bucked his hips as he giggled loudly. Soon, Jason joined in and tickled his sides, Piper went for his ribs, Annabeth and Hazel targeted his feet, and Frank just held him down with his arms above his head. Leo was cackling right off the bat with 10 hands tickling almost every spot. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS, STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS IHIS TOO MUHUHUCH!" Leo begged. The others just ignored him and continued to tickle him. "Hey, Frank. His armpits are extra sensitive, especially if you're a little rough with it" Jason commented. "JAHAHASON, YOU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FRAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Leo's laugh increased once Frank started tickling his armpits. This shocked everyone for little bit. Frank was one to never tickle anyone without their permission and was too nice to tickle anyone for long. Apparently that didn't apply to Leo cause he was tickling him like crazy, even going as far as to tickle the spot between his ribs and armpits. Leo started screaming at the top of his lungs, but no words could come out. It only made it worse when Frank used his free hand to tickle Leo's belly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Okay guys! Rotate!" Annabeth said. Momentarily, everyone let him go so he could breathe while they rotated positions. Leo was trying to steady his breathing so he could actually get some air. "Plehehease. Noho mohohore," He begged. "Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, you poor dumb boy. You're not even a quarter of the way done with your punishment" Annabeth said with a chuckle. Then she and the others started tickling Leo again.

For nearly an hour, everyone had taken turns rotating and tickling every tickle spot Leo had. Halfway through his tickle punishment, Leo stopped squirming and just accepted his fate. He still squirmed every now and then, but he knew he couldn't escape and he couldn't change their minds. Tears trickled down his red cheeks as he laughed harder than he ever did in his life.

Eventually, Annabeth had decided that Leo had had enough and told everyone to stop. So everyone let up and gave him space. Leo could hardly breathe while he curled up into a ball to get rid of the tickly feeling all over his body. Within seven minutes, he could form words again. "I hahate you ahahall" He said with a grin wider than the grand canyon. "Now, what did you learn from today, Valdez?" Annabeth asked. "Dohohon't mess with yohou" "Good. Now do you promise to never pull stunts like this again?" "Noho" Annabeth glared at him again. "Excuse me?" Leo sat up and looked at Annabeth. "Thahat's impossible. I can't just give up pranks." "You have one chance, Valdez." " I. Said. No." Leo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Amnabeth. Percy stepped up to him like he wanted to throw him, but Annabeth held him back. "It's your funeral." "Why say it like tha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Leo jumped a foot into the air and wiggled around as if there were something in his shirt. "GEHEHET OHOUT OF MYHY SHIHIHIRT, FRAHAHANK!" Leo demanded as he fell back laughing and holding his torso. Frank, who had shapeshifted into a mouse, responded by going to his weakest spot. Leo shrieked and rolled on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he tried to grab Frank. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "Only if you promise to-" "OKAHAHAHAHAY! I PROHOHOHOMISE! I SWEHEHEHEAR! JUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M GOHOHONNA PEHEHEHEHEE!" "Frank, you can stop now" Hazel said. Frank immediately crawled out of Leo's shirt and scampered next to Hazel before shapeshifting back into Frank. Jason and Piper helped him up off the floor while he was recovering from hyena-itis. "You better hold up to your promise, Leo. No more going overboard with your stupid pranks, or else your punishments will be worse than what you got today" Annabeth threatened. "I promise" Leo nodded as he freed himself from Jason's and Piper's grasp and immediately bolted to the bathroom. Everyone laughed and continued talking about everything that happened.

Leo never ended up keeping that promise. He only lessened the frequency of his pranks, but they never truly went away. But he always made sure to never prank Annabeth again. He did not want to suffer under her devil fingers ever again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my very first Heroes of Olympus tickle fic. I will write a lot more for this series because it's my absolute favorite, and the characters are so interesting and cool and everything. And of course, I have an O/C for this as well, but I'm not quite ready to reveal him yet. If you loved reading this and want more, requests and dms are always open.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

[ticklish-n-stuff]

hi there sakura!! :3 hope you’re doing well, i hope it’s alright if i send in a request for tickletober <3

you’re never gonna guess who i’m gonna ask for…

tsukasa tenma from project sekai whaattt who would’ve guessed😅😅

anyways hear me out, i was thinking number 28 with lee!tsukasa and ler!toya (platonic obvi…) where tsukasa is absolutely exhausted after a long day and toya offers him a massage but little does he know kasa is just a silly lil ticklish guy

i absolutely adore the way you write for tsukasa it lights up my whole day

anyways there’s no pressure at all feel free to turn this down if you don’t wanna do it LOL

take care!! -ur local kasa stan

Tickletober day #28: Massage

WAOO WHAT A SHOCKER/J

Man you're lucky the 3rd anni came around this time cause it's like I've been injected with pjsk fever

Anyways hope you enjoy! And happy candy hunting :D

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Tsukasa x Toya (platonic)

Lee: Tsukasa

Ler: Toya

Warnings: Tickles!

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“You really didn’t have to do this, Toya”

“Please, Tsukasa-senpai, I insist. It’s the least I can do for all the times you’ve helped me.”

Tsukasa wasn’t one to like getting pampered like this, but he couldn’t bear to disappoint Toya.

“Oh fine, but just for a bit”

Toya’s face lit up as he possitioned himself behind Tsukasa, placing his hands on the older one’s shoulders.

“Let me know if this is alright” and with that, Toya started to rhythmically squeeze and rub the spot. Tsukasa couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of satisfaction.

“That’s perfect, actually! How’d you get so good at this?”

“I’ve had a lot of practice…”

Toya’s words started to fall deaf to Tsukasa’s ears yas he started feeling fingers creeping ever so close to his neck, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Poor Toya quickly halted his hands, brows furrowing in concern.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“NO! It just erm…”

“It just what?” his junior tilted his head like a confused cat.

“…it just tickled a bit…” the blonde’s cheeks slowly flared up at his revelation. His voice not above a whisper, Toya almost didn’t catch it.

“Oh… okay” the bicolored haired male couldn’t help but smile as he went back to rub the stress away frol his senior, not like he wouldn’t have a bit of fun with it…

As he worked down Tsukasa’s back, Toya focused on massaging the back of his ribs. His fingertips softly pressing between each bone.

“EEP?!” Tsukasa let out a startled squeak, his body instantly jolting.

“Hold on, Tsukasa-senpai. I can’t massage you if you keep squirming” Toya’s face was as deadpan as ever, and yet there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Ah right, sorry…” Tsukasa hung his head sheepishly as skilled fingers continued their onslaught of tickles- I mean their massage. The blonde held his breath as if he was drowning in a pool, but no, he just wanted to hold back his adorable reactions.

Toya’s short nails softly traced all over his back: down his spine, inching ever so closely to his sides before pulling back, trailing all the way up to his neck and even teasing his ears.

“Pfft! Ehehehe! Toya…! How much lohohonger?!” Tsukasa couldn’t take it anymore. As gentle as the touch was, it just made him feel more ticklish. The world future star curled slightly on himself as he giggled like a little kid. Toya couldn’t help but softly chuckle along.

“Okay, okay. I’m done” he quickly retracted his hanfd away, watching senior slump against him, slowly catching his breath. The sudden proximity caused the stoic boy to flush a bit. “Are you okay…?” he asked feeling a bit nervous.

Tsukasa still felt tingly, so he looked up at Toya with a wide smile and gave him a thumbs up, causing Toya to smile with him.

After a comfortable moment of silence, Tsukasa spoke up “So, how about I return the favor?~”. The blonde had a devilish grin to him as he teasingly wiggled his fingers towards the younger male.

“W-wait! Tsukasa-senPAHAHAI!”

Don’t mess with the Tenmas. Kidding, Tsukasa loved every second of it, he's just too prideful to admit it.

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[purplepanda123]

Hello all my friend :D

This is my oc!

Name: zert

My Moon: Jose

Age: 14

Live in: i move back to Malaysia🇲🇾!

Country: im half uk 🇬🇧 and half Malaysian 🇲🇾

Religion: Muslim☪️ (i respect all religion)

Birthday: 10th june

Friend: yes. I have many of them

Idol: @dokidobe @ticklessolarballs @netuniark

Reason they become my idol: I LOVE THEIR ART SOOOO MUCH :D!!

Favorite fandom: equestria girl, mlp,solarballs

Will i accept you if you want to be my friend: OFC!! I like having New friend

i will sometime didn't post because have some school work to do :( but i will check dokidobe, epichoccymilk and anniek tumblr account everyday because i want to see their New post :D

Also for mlp or equestria girl tickle fic you guys can request background character too! Example: ler Lyra lee vinyl.... And also.... Please don't request lee! Rainbow dash, lee! pinkie,lee! Applejack, lee!/ler! Chs/canterlot high school sci-twi.... It make Me feel So uncomfortable....and please.... Only request the fandom im in...

Fandom im in:

Mlp

Equestria girl

Dasi gantung

Solarballs

Countryball

Appballs

Workerboi

The amazing digital circus

Fundamental paper education

Spaceballs

Murder Drones (lee! Uzi fic only since N the one who always get tickle)

Lackadaisy (lee! Ivy only!!)

Indigo park

Hetalia (Any of the ASEAN only!)

Hazbin hotel (IF THE CHARACTER HAS ALREADY BECOME LEE IN MANY TICKLE FIC. DON'T REQUEST ME THE CHARACTER AS A LEE)

And for fic im doing all the fandom im in.... (I cant draw human or ponies)

And for art i only do solarballs, appballs and countryball (i will make oc too!)

For equestria girl, mlp,fundamental paper education,the amazing digital circus,Murder drones and dasi gantung i cant do your oc because it was weird

For equestria girl tickle fic...... NO CHS/CANTERLOT HIGH SCHOOL SCI-TWI ALLOW TO BE REQUEST! ONLY CRYSTAL PREP SCI-TWI.

FOR THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS I DON'T ACCEPT LEE! JAX AND LEE! KINGER

For fundamental paper education i don't accept lee! Any of the teacher or lee! Oliver, Edward, robby and kevin

For indigo Park i don't Accept lee! Lyold

i'm a multishipper!

For my fic i accept any ship expect for proshipper

My beloved favorite character:

Solarballs: callisto, titania and dione

Appballs: X/twitter

Fpe: Lizzy, Claire and Alice

Mlp: Twilight, trixie and Sunburst

Equestria girls: Crystal prep sci-twi, sunny flare, lemon Zest and Timber

Dasi gantung: vany and ratara

Countryball: no favorite! I love many country

Workerboi: Disney and netflix

The amazing digital Circus: pomni, zooble and gummigoo

Spaceball: Sun and Pluto

Murder Drones: uzi and v

Lackadaisy: ivy! (SHE'S SO CUTE SJDBDIK)

Indigo Park: mollie

Hetalia: Malaysia and singapore

Warning: please call me zert because the only people that can call me zim is someone who is close to me like alther, aktani,doki, annie, Justin and much more people who is my friend/buddy because im very UNCOMFORTABLE TO GET CALL ZIM BY SOME PEOPLE

Somethings... Something not right...... What is it?..... I don't know either.....

YIPEEE :D!

[mysteriouslee]

Manifesting this one real quick before I pass out

(Day 2 Accident)

lee!Anne Ler!Sasha Ler!Marcy (slight lee! Sasha and Marcy)

"Eeek!" squeaked Marcy.

"Whoops" said Anne with a smug exspression.

"Anne quihihit" said Marcy and like Marcy's giggle, Anne was gone.

Anne had been randomly "accidentally" tickling Sasha and Marcy, with maybe a poke or a random graze.It's been like this all week.

Today the girls were having a sleepover like usual and Anne had kept up with her silly behaviour.

"*snort* BOONCHUY!" yelled Sasha.

Anne "accidentally grazed Sasha's neck.

"My bad, it was an accident" said Anne.

"I'll show you accident" said Sasha who pounced on Anne and pinned her down.

"Wait! Im sure we can come to a compromise" said Anne.

"Using big words won't help you Annie~, come help me Marce" said Sasha.

Marcy closed her book and joined Sasha over Anne.

Sasha gripped on hand and Marcy had the other, they both took an inhale and blew a rapsberry on Anne's stomach, who's only defense was her shirt.

"EEEE! GUHUYS NOHO!" shrieked Anne. Anne kicked her legs wildy and threw her head back.

"If you give us a good reason to stop we will" said Marcy as Anne's torturers paused.

"Because you'll kill me!?" this was indeed Anne's best excuse.

" Oh please, we all know the true reason you were doing it all week" said Sasha.

"Isn't she such a shy lee" teased Marcy.

Anne blushed at the cooing and tried to hide her face in her arm but it was no use.

Sasha and Marcy went back to tickling the living daylights out of Anne.

"MEHEHERCY!" shrieked Anne.

Marcy found her way to Anne's weak point and Sasha was teasing Anne's torso with her nails.

After a sec, Anne was released and rolled over. As Anne took a minute to calm her hysteria a blanket was thrown on top of her, then Sasha and Marcy lay beside her. Anne took a calm sigh of relief.

[shield-o-futuro]

Qual é o livro que mais influenciou a visão de mundo do personagem?

O diário de Annie Frank, com toda a certeza. Megan leu o livro quando era mais nova, e foi uma leitura que mexeu bastante com ela, pois foi fom a ajuda desse livro que ela compreendeu de fato a magnitude e a crueldade da guerra. Depois que ela terminou de ler, ela fez muitas pesquisas sobre o assunto e passou um bom tempo pensando isso.

A Megan chegou a reler o livro depois de mais velha, e ainda é um livro que a entristece, mas ela também acha importante que mais gente leia e conheça a história, então ela sempre recomenda pra todo mundo.

[mentes-jogadas-ao-vento]

Diga-me 5 coisas/pessoas que te fazem sentir saudade .

- Ler livros todo dia

- Cheiro de perfume Anni

- Ter 17 anos

- Comer a comida da minha mãe todo dia

- Poder fazer o que eu gosto

[tickletastic]

Acetone Takes Paint Off Hardwood

Fandom: The Boys

Ship: Annie/Hughie (Annhie? Hughnie?)

Summary: Hughie is totally fine with Annie being more powerful than him, but sometimes, just sometimes, his pride gets in the way.

Annie is watching the news when she hears a crash, followed by the familiar shouts of her boyfriend from their shared bedroom. She jumps up, running towards the sound when it’s followed by more curses and a few pained groans. 

“Hughie, are you-” She stops in her tracks after entering the room, a bucket of paint on her floor and a bookshelf on its side. Hughie stands crouched above the mess, seemingly trying to hold back tears, his frustration evident on his face. “Hughie?” 

Hughie doesn’t look up from the ground, instead he aimlessly wipes a towel through the soft yellow tone that had spilt on the hardwood floor. She creeps slowly across the room until she can situate herself on the floor behind him. Once there, she gently leans him into her until his back is leaned up against her, his head on her chest. The gesture is meant to be calming, and while he relaxes into her embrace, his face still holds the same constipated look, though tears are now freely flowing down his cheeks. “Hughie, babe, what’s the matter?”

Hughie shakes his head, as if it’ll will away the tears, but they just keep coming. Annie takes one of his hands in hers and holds it to her chest so he can feel her heartbeat. Hughie goes int a fit of sobs until his breathing starts to match Annie’s somewhat, still laced with wet hiccups as he tries to self-soothe. Annie helps by running the fingers of her other hand through his hair.

“I-I c-can’t,” Hughie tries to get out, gasping. He takes in a breath, “I fuck it all up.”

“What happened?” Annie asks, slow and sweet, like she’s trying to lure a scared animal to safety. 

“I just wanted to- to do something right f-for once,” Hughie says through deep breaths, “I j-just wanted to do it on m-my own”

Annie takes in the room and notices that one wall has been painted the same shade of pale yellow that is now covering the floor, her favourite colour. Hughie hadn’t got to the spot behind their bookshelf yet, and he had probably been trying to move it out of the way to get behind it. When she looks back down at him, his wet eyes are gazing up.

“You-you said you hated the gray,” he says with a sniffle, “I just wanted to do one thing by myself without fucking it up. But that’s what I am, a fuck-up.”

Annie shakes her head, leaning down to place a kiss on Hughie’s forehead. “Hughie, what have I been telling you? Just ‘cause you’re not a supe doesn’t mean you’re a fuck up. That’s why I didn’t want you taking that temporary V stuff, I think you’re fine without it.”

He shook his head, shutting his eye tight again like they had been when she first entered. “No, Annie, you don’t get it. I-I just want to be able to take care of you the way that you take care of me, I need you to know that I’m trying just as hard to make things work. I can’t protect you, I can’t open a jar, fuck, I can’t even paint a fucking room without screwing shit up.” 

“Oh no, baby,” Annie whispers, “I wish there was something I could say that would make you realise how much I see you. I know that you’re trying, and I know that you want to be able to protect me the way that I protect you, but that’s just something that’s different for us than it is for other couples. You’re not screwing anything up, and you don’t know how much it grounds me just to have you here, knowing that you’re safe.”

Annie reaches down to wipe the residual tears from Hughie’s face, placing scattered kisses on his forehead and his head of curls. His breaths are becoming more even as they sit there, his heartbeat matching the feeling of Annie’s through his fingertips. 

“Annie, I’m sorry,” he starts, but is quickly interrupted.

“Don’t apologize, Hughie. It’s fine.”

“No, I- well, I just get overwhelmed sometimes. I don’t ever want you to think that this relationship is all give for you. I mean,” he puts on his usual smug grin, “I knew you before you were Starlight.”

Annie laughs, gently flicking him in the temple, “correction: you didn’t know that I was Starlight, saying that you met me before I was Starlight is like saying you met me as a baby, and that’s kind of weird.”

“I guess you’re right,” Hughie laughs, nodding his head.

Annie grins down at him, pushing a curl from his face. “Alright, now come on my handsome, strong, funny boyfriend.” She reaches her hands under Hughie’s arms to lift him from his nearly horizontal position that he had managed to get to while they had been on the ground. Instead of being able to easily haul him up, Annie is met with resistance while Hughie flails out, letting out a surprised laugh as Annie’s fingers wiggle in an attempt to grab hold of him.

She’s quick to stop, confused as to why Hughie’s arms are suddenly everywhere until she looks down at the giant smile plastered across his face. 

“Are you-”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

They both speak at the same time as Hughie recognizes the mischevious look in Annie’s eyes. 

“Annie, no. Do not.” Hughie tries his hardest to sound stern, but even if he hadn’t been letting out nervous, anticipatory giggles, Annie is a supe, after all. She pulls him up like she had originally been trying to, placing one arm across his chest and folding her legs over his. 

Hughie tries to reason, shaking his head, trying desperately to pull her arm away from him, but he knows he’s trapped, he’s at the mercy of a supe, which would be bad enough as is, but it’s his supe girlfriend, which makes it somehow worse. 

“Annie, come on, I could make us dinner or something? We can hate-watch an old A-Train race? Maybe go to a pet store and send The Deep videos of the fish in those tiny plastic containers?”

“Nuh-uh, Hughie. I wanna see that cute little smile of yours.”

“Annie- Annie plehehehehease! Nohohohoho!” Before he can even manage to get to the begging stage of his bargaining, Annie has started to spider over his tummy, pinching and prodding at the soft spots. He laughs high-pitched and bubbly, shaking his head back and forth, “Ahahannie ihihit tihihickles!”

“Uh, yeah, Hughie, I’d hope so,” she teases, dropping her head down to give him a kiss on the neck while her hand continues its work. Hughie’s shoulder shoots up, and his laughter is speckled with snorts once Annie’s lips get to his collarbones. “Even here? I’ve kissed your neck before!”

“Ihihit’s eheheasy to hiihihide laughter with mohohoaning!” Hughie laughs harder, half because Annie’s hands have started to pinch at his sides, and half because he finds himself hilarious, and Annie totally doesn’t laugh at his comment too. 

Annie decided to try a single raspberry on Hughie’s neck, and it does the job, he squeals and tries to buck, but Annie’s super-strength prevents him from going anywhere. Annie releases Hughie from the arm that had been across his chest, her legs still holding him against her, and she uses both hands to dig into his ribs while she continues to give him raspberries where his neck meets his shoulder. Hughie practically screams, his laughter only increasing in volume when a hand wanders down to his hip, the other drilling his top ribs. 

“AHAHAHNNIE! IHIHIHI- PLEHEHEASE!” Hughie screams before descending into periods of wheezing, silent laughter. Tears poke from the corner of his eyes, but not the same, frustrated ones that had been there before.

Annie finally eases up and lets her boyfriend slink back against her chest as he takes heavy, panting breaths laced with high giggles. She goes to return her hand to his hair and accidentally grazes his ear with her pinky, getting another squeal out of him. “No fucking way, here too?”

Hughie squints his eyes open, face red and a smile still plastered over his cheeks, “sh-shuhut up.”

“Big words for someone with ticklish ears,” she teases, cooing when the red shade of his face deepens.   

“Whahahatever,” he giggles, swatting at her hand when it strays too close to his ear again. 

When Hughie’s breath has finally evened out, his chest rising and falling with Annie’s, she gets a wide smile on her face. “So, what did you say about the pet store?”

[gatopspsps]

Annie Moonlight, outra OC da minha HQ Vem ler aqui ó: linktr.ee/devilline

[oalvosentado]

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Aos poucos, deixarei de publicar aqui. E passarei apenas a escrever lá.

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Algumas edições anteriores do Diga-se de Passagem para verem como é:

A últimas obras de músicos à beira da morte: https://digasedepassagem.substack.com/p/a-beira-do-fim

A passagem de Annie Baker do teatro para o cinema: https://digasedepassagem.substack.com/p/o-teatro-de-annie-baker

Uma comparação entre Trap, de M. Night Shyamalan, e Snake Eyes, de Brian De Palma: https://digasedepassagem.substack.com/p/o-alcapao-de-m-night-shyamalan

A música feita e produzida por Arto Lindsay: https://digasedepassagem.substack.com/p/a-arte-de-arto-lindsay

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Obrigado por me seguirem aqui. Encontramo-nos por lá.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 17: Kisses

Back with some poly KaiMeiLuka to celebrate Kaito's anni 💙 (rip Gakupo, again)

One day I'll write Gakupo, just not today- lmao

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Kaito x Meiko x Luka (romantic) wxs

Lee: Kaito

Lers: Meiko, Luka

Warnings: Tickles!

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Kaito was currently at the wonder stage, making sure that everything was set for their next show when suddenly...

"Happy anniversary, Kaito!~" Meiko and Luka yelled in unison from behind him, almost giving the troupe leader a heart attack.

"You two need to stop sneaking up on me like that" he tried to sound serious but couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. "But thank you".

"You've been working all day Kaito, why not take a break with us!~" Meiko cheered out with Luka nodding in agreement.

"I'd love to but I have to make sure everything is perfect for our show later today".

Both girls frowned at that statement.

"Aww, c'mon! Just for a bit?" Meiko did her best puppy eyes but Kaito only chuckled and gave her a headpat.

"Sorry, but work comes first".

"Lukaaaa, Kaito won't listen to me!" Meiko pouted like a toddler over to her girlfriend.

"Well, we can't have that~" Luka took Kaito's hand and softly led him down the stairs of the wonder stage for him to sit down on. They sat on either side of him, effectively keeping him trapped.

"Umm... guys?" he asked as a nervous smile started to creep unto his face.

"Since you won't take a break willingly, we'll just have to force you~" Meiko said with a teasy grin on her face as she playfully walked her fingers up the troupe leader's side.

Kaito's face instantly flushed all shades of pink imaginable at the touch. He'd try to squirm away, but Luka's hands were waiting for him on the other side.

"Mmhm! We can't let our dear troupe leader get overworked, especially on his special day~" Luka had an innocent smile on her face, but Kaito could notice the 'sinister' intention behind it. She gave his hip a soft but firm squeeze, causing the blue haired vocaloid to yelp and jump up like a startled cat. His embarrassment only grew at the silly sounds he made with each calculated touch from his girlfriends.

"B-but I hahave work to dohoho...!" he whined out through his cute giggles. Not that he minded though, he didn't even attempt to stop them.

"Did you hear that, Luka-chan? Kaito is being stubborn again!" Meiko complained lightheartedly.

"Oh no! Guess there's only one thing that we can do~".

Both of them wore teasy grins on their faces. Once Kaito noticed the change on atmosphere did he realize he was screwed "W-wahait! Not thaHAHAT!" Kaito screeched in ticklish glee as his girlfriends started peppering soft, tickly kisses all along his cheeks and neck.

"Hehe~ Works every time~" Luka started placing soft, 'lil raspberries all over his exposed neck, leaving poor Kaito a squealing mess.

"NAHAHA! T-THAHAT'S EVEN WOHOHORSE!" his cheeks looked like they could erupt at any moment from how red they were.

"Your cheeks look like two, big apples~" Meiko teased as she playfully nibbled on the red cheek, making Kaito snort out of surprise.

"WAH-! M-MY CHEEKS AREN'T EHEHEDIBLE!".

The girls chuckled at his reactions, enjoying every single laugh and shriek they managed to get out of him.

After tormenting their silly boyfriend for a while, they decided to relent for a moment.

"So, still gonna be stubborn?~" asked Meiko with a smug grin on her face. When they didn't get a response, they noticed that Kaito was all curled up on their laps fast asleep. Soft, peaceful snores escaping his lips every so often.

"Oh... looks like we tired him out~" Luka smiled down fondly at him as she softly stroked his hair.

"Sleep well, birthday boy~" Meiko placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as the gals let him get his well-deserved rest.

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