#ler micheal

[dannystheone]

Sacrificing Mysterion (Lee Mysterion/ Ler Goth Kids)

Guys this idea took over my brain all of a sudden so now you have to deal with it

I was watching the Cthulu episode with the Goth kids in the alley with Mysterion and I was like how have I not had this idea before-

but anyway :))

I hope you guys enjoy! Take this as kind of a Halloween fic as well while I get a real Halloween fic prepared

WARNINGS: Cursing, smoking, talks of death, talks of torture, talks of sacrifice/acts of sacrifice, chanting, pinning

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

The Goth Kids are on a mission to sacrifice Mysterion to Cthulu, as they are now Cthulu's minions. But they can't kill him, so what else can they do?

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A lit cigarette was the only illumination in the darkly themed bedroom, smoke unfurling from its smoldering tip. Micheal brought the cigarette to his lips and took a hit, sighing afterward and shaking his curls in irritation. After the failed assassination attempt on Mysterion in the alleyway with the other cultists, the Goth Kids were in a creative rut on how to serve their new master.

They agreed collectively that the only reason why the world still sucked even when Cthulu was on a rampage killing all the hippies and conformists was because Mysterion didn't stay dead as their sacrifice. Now, back in Henrietta's bedroom, the group racked their brains on sacrificing him once more and ensuring it worked this time.

"Maybe he's too much of a brainwashed wannabe to be a proper sacrifice. I mean his brains gotta be mush from all the trashy pop they listen to on the radio. A proper sacrifice has to have some sort of brain, right? It would make sense." Micheal thought out loud as he brought his cigarette away from his lips. Pete shook his head, his hair swaying away from his face.

"Nah, even if you're a carbon copy straight out of Mattel with all the other Barbie's and Ken's in the world, you should stay dead when you're stabbed in the chest. Maybe he got lucky and the cultist missed his heart or something. Unless the conformists really are just made up of plastics and Botox now. Maybe there wasn't a heart to stab." Pete suggested. Henrietta pulled her cigarette away from her lips, sighing out the smoke in her chest as she flipped through the Necronomicon.

"God, there's nothing in here about a proper human sacrifice. This book is fucking useless." Henrietta shut the book with a thump and pushed it to the side with her foot, her hair especially wild with being so frazzled. She was excited about a new dark beginning this world being served by Cthulu could bring, but everything was still frustratingly the same.

"Nothing on Reddit or Wikipedia? That's where you usually go." Firkle asked. He was also looking forward to a new beginning, wondering how things would be where no one would make fun of him for anything anymore.

Henrietta shook her head. "No, there's nothing. I'm starting to think Cthulu doesn't even want a sacrifice. You would think if he did he'd give us some fucking instructions."

"It feels like whatever God you wanna listen to, they're always vague and non-committal. Maybe it's something we're too mortal to not understand." Pete said aloud. The others were inclined to agree.

"If I weren't so pissed off right now, I'd say that's goth as fuck, Pete." Henrietta commented, trying to make some sense of her hair with one hand.

"Maybe if we tire Mysterion out first and then try to kill him? I don't know, maybe he has regenerative powers." Firkle suggested. Micheal rubbed his eyebrow as a headache was starting to form in that spot.

"Firkle, he's not an actual superhero. He's just a stupid backwoods poser wearing a costume with his boxers on the outside of his pants. I'm surprised it's a clean pair and it doesn't have a skidmark on it-"

"How do I fight him."

A deep voice spoke from behind the group. The Goth Kids turned around in sync to see Mysterion knelt in Henrietta's open bedroom window. It was a rainy night tonight, lightning cracking and illuminating the room for a brief moment.

Micheal raised an eyebrow at Mysterion despite his cool entrance.

"Oh joy, it's underwear boy again. Get out of here poser, you ruined our chances at finally getting true darkness and true pain in this world. Instead we're still living in this gay conformist fantasyland." Micheal waved Mysterion away as the anti-hero landed in Henrietta's bedroom and tossed his cape to the side.

"Tell me how to defeat him. Now. That God of yours stole my friends away. They're in real danger because of you. Tell me, now. There's no time to waste." Mysterion demanded. The Goth Kids all exchanged glances with one another, silently considering it. Slowly, small grins of agreeance bloomed on their faces as they understood a silent plan.

Henrietta stood up from her spot on the floor, tapping her cigarette in the ashtray. She walked up to Mysterion and put a hand on her hip.

"Alright dork, listen. We'll tell you how to defeat Cthulu. And you can believe us because we have this-" Henrietta walked over to the Necronomicon and kicked the book onto its front so the cover showed its title. Mysterion's eyes followed and understood. "All you have to do is be a sacrifice for us to Cthulu. And you can defeat him afterward." Henrietta explained. Mysterion's eyes narrowed behind his mask at that.

"How can you want me to be a sacrifice to someone I'm trying to take down? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose? And I can't die, that's why I'm alive from the alleyway when you assholes stuck that knife in my chest. Doesn't seem like worthy sacrifice material to me." Mysterion said gruffly. Firkle smiled confidently at that. Micheal stood up now next to Henrietta, the rest of the Goth Kids following suit.

"Cthulu is the source of all subconscious anxiety for all of mankind. You don't necessarily have to die, we just need your feelings of anxiety to be sacrificed in the name of the Old One. Besides, if this sacrifice doesn't work again by the time you're going and trying to save your friends, then we'll know it's a crock. Either way, we both get what we want. We get confirmation, and possibly the result we want, and you get an answer." Micheal explained. Henrietta looked at Micheal inquisitively.

"How did you know all of that?" She asked. Micheal shrugged.

"I did some reading too. Apparently Wikipedia did have what we were looking for." He replied.

Mysterion's fists locked tightly. Every second ticked closer and closer to his friends possibly meeting a horrible fate down in the city of R'lyeh where he had last left them. He had no time to waste, and if he weren't so outnumbered he would have just stolen the book for the answers. He had to comply this time. Mysterion closed his eyes and took a breath, centering himself.

"Okay, I'll do it. Tell me what I have to do."

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After some deliberating about how to extract Mysterion's feelings of anxiety without getting blood on the carpet and making Henrietta's parents upset, the Goth Kids had Mysterion set up on Henrietta's sacrificial carpet. A five-pointed star was imprinted on the material. Candles were lit and music with ominous tones set the mood.

Mysterion was laid out with each Goth Kid sitting on a respective limb, Pete and Firkle taking his legs and Micheal and Henrietta taking his arms. It didn't look very ceremonial with them sitting on him like this, but Mysterion's heart was already beating in this setup despite the fact. He tried to keep a level head.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." Pete chanted the sacred text from the Necronomicon. Mysterion looked from side to side, getting more and more tense about this.

"What does that mean? What you're saying." Mysterion craned his neck up and asked when Pete was done. Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes and set the book down.

"'In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.' It basically means that even though he's trapped in R'lyeh, he will eventually return. Which he has. Let's just hope this sacrifice works so we can make his return worth it." Pete said with an annoyed tone.

"Can you just make it quick? My friends are waiting for me in another dimension with only me to save them." Mysterion said heroically. The Goth Kids collectively rolled their eyes at that.

"Yeah sure Captain Mysteri-Suck, we'll speed this up for you." Pete groaned as he settled into position on Mysterion's leg and prepped his fingers.

Mysterion tugged each limb, not liking how secure he was in this position. But he supposed that was the entire point. To be anxious and uncomfortable. He had some give with the limb Firkle was sitting on because of how light he was, but that was made up for by the rest of the group on him. He just hoped his hands and feet wouldn't be numb by the end of this.

"So, what will you do? Stab me again? Carve sigils into me?" Mysterion asked. Micheal blew out the smoke in his chest with a huff.

"Pfft- No, genius. What do you think we're fucking sadists? We're just gonna do this-" Henrietta and Micheal put down their cigarettes and immediately dove right in. Fingers started scribbling and wiggling into Mysterion's open ribs and armpits, their fingers sliding over his costume easily.

Mysterion being taken by surprise by this tactic was an understatement. His eyes widened, surprised laughter escaping his chest at his regular pitched voice before it took everything in him to pitch his laughter down to Mysterion's tone of voice.

"Hahahaha! Wh-whahat thehe fuhuhuck?! St-Stohohop!" The anti-hero's eyes squinted behind his mask in his laughter as Henrietta winced at the sound. Her black acrylics scratched and raked against Mysterion's ribs, a method that seemed to already be driving him up the wall.

"Euch- I think I would have rather carved sigils into myself than hear your childlike laughter barf into my ears. It's like I'm in a live studio audience for the Disney Channel. Spare me." Henrietta rolled her eyes at Mysterion's laughter and kept up her unenthused tickling.

Mysterion pulled at his limbs as a reflex, his arms and legs jerking and tensing in an attempt to free himself. Micheal's long artist fingers spidered down to Mysterion's side and started squishing there, causing the anti-hero to jump and belt out his laughter.

"G-Gehehet ohohohoff! Gehehet ohohohoff nohohohoo!! Dohohohon't dohohoho thihihis!!" Mysterion was finding it extremely challenging to keep his voice pitched to Mysterion's deep tone of voice, especially since his laughter was very much forced and spontaneous.

"Oh wow, should we listen to the sacrifice and actually stop you guys? What do you think? Do you want to help your friends or not, buttmunch?" Micheal groaned and used all five fingers in Mysterion's side to claw it, causing a squeal out of the tough hero that definitely was not Mysterion-pitched.

"I mean, it sounds like you did your friends a favor. They're down in R'lyeh, the Nightmare Corpse-City. They're so stupid lucky. I'd give anything to trade places with them." Pete said aloud. He decided it was his turn to get into the mix, but he hated that he had Mysterion's leg to work with. He decided to just start squishing around Mysterion's knee, which worked tremendously in his favor anyway. Mysterion already started kicking and pulling away from him.

"NOHO-hohoho!! I hahahave tohohoho sahahahave thehehem!! Buhuhuhut thihihihis fuhuhuhucking suhuhuhucks!!" Mysterion shouted, battling his own voice for control on pitching his tone back down to its deep register. He twisted and bucked his hips, trying to get free by any means, even for just a second.

"Well yeah, you didn't think subconscious anxiety was going to come easily, did you? I swear, brainwashed jocks never use their heads. It's why they're all braindead mindless sheep." Henrietta mused. Her fingers made their way into Mysterion's armpit, her acrylics sliding back and forth in the hollow which was killer.

"Stahahahap!! Dohohon't gohohohoho in thehehere!! Gehehet ahahaha-ohohout!" Mysterion pleaded with Henrietta, which was exactly why she kept her fingers exactly where they were and kept scratching in his armpit.

"You can't possibly believe that you're the victim here. We have to listen to your incessant boyish laughter that's making my eardrums puke blood while we put our hands on you with your underwear outside of your pants. If anything, we're the ones making the sacrifice." Micheal commented, his right hand staying at Mysterion's side scratching and his other hand reaching to his stomach and spidering all over it. Mysterion bucked his hips at this and threw his head back in laughter.

"Ahahahaha!! Plehehehease plehehehease!! Ahahahat leheheheast mahahake ihihihit eheheheasier!! Thihihihis ihihihihis ahahahahass!!" Mysterion begged, not liking to have to stoop so low as to plead with the people torturing him, but he had no other choice. Being killed hundreds of different times in hundreds of different ways, he's done that. But this was something else entirely.

"Your laughing makes me want to barf." Firkle said simply, his small fingers crawling underneath Mysterion's knee and scribbling in the hollow. Mysterion squealed and started pulling on that leg in particular.

"I don't get you dime-a-dozen conformist losers. You beg us for our help and then we give to you and then you ask us to stop? Typical Normies. Real life takes real sacrifice. Not your bleached blonde fake spray tan Hollywood prop fake fantasy world you live in." Henrietta used acrylic-covered nails to scribble and scratch over all the surface area she could reach on her side, from Mysterion's armpit to the middle of his stomach.

Mysterion started belting out laughter; his previous attempts at trying to pitch down his laughs were tossed out the window. His laugh came across high and clear like a bell chime, filling the room with its presence. Mysterion bucked his hips in an attempt to get the prying fingers off, in his armpits all the way down to his knees and everything in between. This had to be the strangest thing he's ever done for his friends. Hell, the strangest thing he's ever done period.

"Nohohoho nohoho I'm sahahaha-!! I'm sohohorry!! I-hehehehee!! I dihihihidn't mehehehean ihihihit lihihihihike thahahat!!" Mysterion's eyes were screwed shut as his laughter kept climbing to new octaves rather than the opposite that he desperately wanted.

"How long until you think the sacrifice is fulfilled? Should we make him laugh until he's dead? He said he can come back." Pete suggested, squishing his hands up and down Mysterion's thigh but avoiding getting too high up for obvious reasons. Mysterion shook his head vigorously at this idea.

"Dohohohohon't nohohohoho!! I'll dihihihihihie!!" Mysterion shouted, his lips stretched back to show little canines in his mouth. Micheal noticed this and was secretly jealous. He'd always wanted something like that. It made him press his fingers into Mysterion's tummy harder to tickle him more.

"Well no shit, genius. God... it's kinda the whole idea of a sacrifice." Pete deferred the decision to Micheal and Henrietta as he focused on squishing and squeezing Mysterion's thigh. The material that his costume was made out of made it easy to slide his fingers up and down.

"Buhuhuhuhut I mehehehean- I mehehehean I'll dihihihie lihihihike- Gohohohod stohohohohop!! Lihihihike I'll dihihihihie!!" Mysterion tried pleading his case in a not-very-convincing way. The Goth Kids all looked around at each other while their tickling continued to see if anyone could make sense of his words.

"He's starting to go crazy already. He's speaking gibberish." Firkle determined. Both of his small hands were under Mysterion's knee now, scratching over the synthetic material.

"Ohohoo cohohome ohohohohon!!" Mysterion whined. His chest and belly were already starting to hurt, as well as his joints from the pulling. He was starting to think that maybe getting killed was a good option here, but then he'd be leaving without the book, which he couldn't have.

"Sacrifices don't get a say in how they're sacrificed. The Mayans and Aztecs can tell you that. On the bright side, you've graduated from annoying trash conformist to useful sacrifice. Consider yourself lucky." Micheal shrugged and spidered some long fingers over Mysterion's belly button, to which Mysterion could say nothing to and just laughed. His cheeks were starting to ache from smiling.

"I-hehehehee!! I tahahahahap!! Gahahame ohohohover!! Uhuhuhuncle!! Whahahatever you wahahahant buhuhuhut plehehehease!! Mehehehercy!!" Mysterion squirmed and twisted underneath the Goth Kids, to which they decided maybe that was enough.

"He does look anxious, I guess. And I'm getting anxiety from all of your happy-go-lucky giggling." Henrietta groaned.

"Really? I'm getting heartburn. Yeah, I guess it worked." Micheal agreed. The Goth Kids all started getting off of Mysterion's limbs; Mysterion laying on the carpet and breathing in copious amounts of oxygen for a moment.

"Here's the Necronomicon, Wonder Boy. Just bring it back to school when you're done with it. And I swear to Satan if there's any tears or stains on it when you give it back to me- well, I think that'd make it look more Goth but don't make it look gross, I guess." Henrietta picked the book up and put it at Mysterion's side as he was getting up, clutching his side.

"I-huhh- I'm.." Mysterion took a second to bring his voice down to its deep register, but his voice was clearly strained. The Goth Kids all returned to their usual positions around Henrietta's room and looked at the anti-hero collect himself.

"Th-Thank you, for your help. I'm going to help my friends with this," Mysterion said, gesturing with the book.

"May we never cross paths again, 'cause this fucking sucked." Mysterion tucked the book away in a mysterious pocket and vanished out of Henrietta's window into the night.

"...So what should we do with the rest of our night?" Pete asked.

[gaybananabread]

Hello there Kasey!! Thank you so much for answering my request!! And I was wondering if you were comfy with it if you would be alrighty with writing for Ruthie and Micheal for day 22 or 23 for tickletober? I don’t really mind who would be the Ler or Lee!! Thank you so much and YES!! Water is very important kids….O-O…

TickleTober Day 23 - Sweet

~OH MY BANANA PANCAKES FINALLY! I’ve been waiting to write this one since I got it, much excitement! For anyone out there who’s got no idea who these babies are, they’re two of @pocky-dragon's OCs that relate to the Spider-Verse. She’s got a bunch of adorable art for these two (and all her other amazing blorbos) if you wanna check ‘em out! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~

Lee: Ruthie Parker

Ler: Micheal J. Watson

Summary: Ruthie’s had a long day of super-heroing, leaving her tired and clingy. Lucky for her, the spider girl has a living teddy bear for a boyfriend, and he’s almost always in the mood to make her day.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Ruthie groaned as she entered her boyfriend’s house, worn out from patrolling the city. She wasn’t hurt or upset; the girl was just ready for some R&R.

“Hey, angel. How was your day?” Micheal smiled as Ruthie lumbered in, a small giggle leaving him as she flopped down onto his chest. “That good, huh?”

“”M tired, Mikey…” Ruthie nuzzled her head against him, her speech slightly slurred with grogginess. It had been a long day of dealing with petty theft, street fights, and just general nonsense.

“Aww, poor Ruthie.” The freckled boy began to rub her back, his heart melting a little at the sound of her small purrs. She was obviously looking for some attention… Why not give the weary girl her favorite kind?

“You want some special Teddy cuddles?”

Ruthie nodded enthusiastically, letting out a little mew in agreement. She adored Teddy cuddles, especially when they were…well, special. Micheal knew her favorite way to make cuddles special.

“Alright. One order of special Teddy cuddles comin’ right up!” Micheal closed his eyes, reaching down to his DNA to trigger the shift.

He gave her forehead a little kiss before fur sprouted from his face, his jaw softly elongating into a fuzzy snout. Ruthie felt his fingers slowly curl into her shirt, flexing as the claws – carefully dulled down – came in.

Little anticipatory giggles bubbled out of the girl, a low purr rumbling in her chest. She was already so excited, even when she was sleepy; it was adorable.

“Such a cutie~” Micheal’s voice was a bit more gruff, thanks to his transformation. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over her ears. It sent little goosebumps across Ruthie’s arms; that tone meant she was gonna get got. “Arms up?”

“T-Teheddy…” Ruthie whined softly, but she still did as she was asked; the blonde wrapped her arms around her now-furry boyfriend’s neck, ready for a dose of giggly relaxation.

Mikey started by dragging his dull claws across the scar on her bag, tracing gentle patterns beneath her hoodie. The girl giggled softly, letting the squeaky titters out freely as she buried her face in his neck.

“Mmehehehe! Mihikey!” Ruthie’s purring was in full swing by then, rumbling softly against Micheal’s own chest. He couldn’t resist teasing her.

“Someone’s purring~” He hummed in her ear, the brief contact of his lips making her squeak. “I’m barely even doing anything, angel. It’s so cute!”

“I-Ihihi’m nohohot!” Ruthie’s little whine of protest was half-hearted at best. She knew it would provoke him into proving her wrong, and she couldn’t wait for it.

“Excuse me?” A small chuff left the bear boy, letting her know the words had hit their mark. “Are you lying to me now, Ruthie?”

Stubbornly, the spider girl shook her head, biting back giggles; she knew he wasn’t gonna let that slide. After the long day she’d had, Ruthie was craving some easy, fun, teddy-bear tickles.

“Hmm. Bad choice, angel.” Micheal’s right hand slipped down to tickle her belly while the left hooked under one of her arms, carefully wriggling his little claws into the sensitive skin there. Just to be a menace, he also nuzzled his cold bear nose against her ears, huffing to make her squeak.

“GYEEHeheheHEHEhe! *mew* T-TEHEHeddyhyhy!” The blonde wriggled and squirmed in his lap, doing her best to keep her arms around his neck. Little mews slipped in with her giggly purrs and laughter, making a lovely symphony for Micheal.

“What’s wrong? Is the little cutie ticklish?” He teased her, nuzzling his nose beneath her chin to hear her ear-splitting squeak. Despite all the wiggling and whining, he could tell she really was enjoying her tickles. “Is she gonna admit she’s cute?”

“F-FIHIHIhihine! Ihihi- *squeak* Ihi’m cuhuhute!” The girl’s ears burned as she admitted it, flustered and giddy from all the evil attention she was receiving. Luckily, Mikey’s bear nose was right there to “help” with her predicament.

“Was that so hard?” The fluffy boy pulled back for a quick moment, looking his girlfriend over. She was getting really sleepy, from the looks of her; he could probably sneak in one more big attack before a nap. “Do you want a reward?”

“Mmphehehe…y-yes.” Ruthie nodded, ducking her head to nuzzle against his fuzzy neck. She was feeling more and more tired as the tickling went on, but it was still fun; she simply had to listen to her body’s limits.

The moment she agreed, the blonde was grabbed and turned to lie across his lap instead of on his chest. Mikey slowly pulled the hem of her hoodie up, revealing her flushed, freckled tum.

“Oho gahash, Teddy!” Ruthie hid her face behind her hands as the cool air of the room hit her belly. She’d played the game too many times with him; his next move would be completely predictable and horribly ticklish.

“Try to hold still, angel~”

With that, he lowered his fuzzy head, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage in the center of her stomach. It tickled enough on its own, but he shook his head as well, causing his fur to make it even worse.

“GYAHAHAHA! *mew* T-TEHEHEDDY! IHIT- *snort* NOHO!” Ruthie tossed her head back and forth, hands flapping with happy stims from the intense tickles. She felt two more smaller raspberries buzz against her belly, causing plenty of mews and squeals to fill the room.

Micheal was greatly enjoying himself, feeling his girlfriend’s belly bounce and move with every noise she made. He would’ve been content to go on forever, but he could tell she was more than worn out. The boy begrudgingly lifted his face, moving to instead place little kisses across her belly, traveling up to her face.

Ruthie gasped and giggled as the raspberries ceased, feeling his fuzzy lips trail up her belly. He hadn’t shifted back yet, which she was grateful for; she was very much in the mood for some soft cuddles.

“Oho mihi gahahash…” Ruthie’s smile was irrepressible, splitting her face and stretching her rosy cheeks as she giggled off the endorphins. Mikey was always so observant of her boundaries; she loved him for it. “Th-thahank you…meanie.”

“No problem, trouble-maker.” Micheal leaned down to peck her lips before gently lifting her, lying down in the process. Once they were both horizontal on the couch, he slipped both hands back under Ruthie’s hoodie to gently rub her sore muscles.

“Nap time?”

“Nap time,” Ruthie agreed, snuggling into the warmth of his furry form. While every part of him was adorable, she loved his bear form after tiring days and for cuddles. He was just the perfect napping place: warm, soft, and comfortable.

“Sleep tight, angel.” A low purr rumbled in Micheal’s chest, Ruthie’s own quickly joining to match it. Both found it endearing that the other would always join in, purposely or not.

They both soon drifted off, each lulled to sleep by the other’s soft purrs. Ruthie’s hands were buried in Micheal’s fur, while the bear boy had fallen asleep petting her head and back. They were cuddled up, absolutely comfortable, and thoroughly tuckered out. The perfect way to end an afternoon.

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Hi I saw that you’re in the Fnaf fandom can we have lee crying child and ler older brother

Ooo I never drawn them before! Hope they look nice

[mayisgoingnuts]

Grabbing and shaking you!!! I’m the feral I’m the creature rn

Im AUGHHHHH

HHHHHH!!! Pointing at them and crying!!! Slamming them together like TOYS!!!!!!!

The bird looking fuck is like. Moloch but angel. He has no name of his own yet I’m genuinely considering Micheal as his name BUT ANYWAYS.

JJJJophiel…gggrrrrr Ler jophiel Lee Angel Moloch. I HAVE VISIONS BUT MY DIVINE CURSE IS BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS THEM COHERENTLY

EUGH,,/j

I TOOK A PEEK AT ANGEL MOLOCH AND I STILL FIND THEM SO COOL SKFJSJ

AND YES YES!! Sighhh same trope as normal Moloch where "he doesn't know what tickling is" except instead of being super aggressive and shocked Angel Moloch just melts like butter in confusion/pos /silly

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day 22- ticklish kiss

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo, lee!ranboo (DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.)

I CANNOT EMPHASIZE ENOUGH, THIS IS NOT, ABSOLUTELY NOT, SHIPPING CC!TUBBO AND CC!RANBOO. THIS IS THEIR DREAM SMP CHARACTERS, WHO ARE CANONICALLY MARRIED. THIS FIC & THEIR CANON MARRIAGE IS TO BE VIEWED AS EITHER PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC. I DO NOT, HAVE NEVER, AND WILL NEVER EVER SHIP RANBOO AND TUBBO TOGETHER. IF YOU DO, YOU ARE DISGUSTING. THIS IS THEIR DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.

DO NOT SHIP IRL TUBBO AND RANBOO. (or any real people, for that matter?)

im a firm believer in platonic kisses

There was nobody Tubbo loved more than his husband, Ranboo.

They were really the only person that made him happy, alongside Micheal, their son.

And Tubbo, of course, was going to show this.

He wasn’t affectionate with anybody. Like at all. You had to be really, really special to this guy for him to be anything that isn’t stoic and cold. And Ranboo was one of the few who was special enough for this.

Today, specifically, Tubbo was being really affectionate with Ranboo. Ranboo wasn’t too sure why, and if you asked Tubbo, he would say he did not know either.

“Tuhubbo—“ Ranboo finally pushed Tubbo away once he had began repeatedly kissing their cheek.

“Why did you just giggle?” Tubbo’s voice was a little muffled as he was tired and his face was rested on Ranboo’s shoulder— effectively squishing one of his cheeks.

Then Tubbo’s ears perked a little, and he kissed Ranboo’s cheek again. They giggled and very, very lightly pushed away Tubbo’s head.

“Ohh. You’re face is ticklish too?” Tubbo observed aloud. He then held Ranboo in a hug that trapped their arms, and started kissing their cheek repeatedly. This had them giggling uncontrollably, and they couldn’t even fight back.

“Stohohop!” The amount of particles surrounding Ranboo had increased, as if in an attempt to protect them. Tubbo decided that Ranboo had had enough, so he stopped.

Not long after, Micheal had come into the room as he heard Ranboo’s slight shouting. He was very sensitive to sound; it was like he heard everything. Tubbo cooed as Ranboo made an attempt to explain what was happening, they were flustering themself too much in the process. So, Tubbo explained that he was simply just tickling Ranboo, and laughed at the embarrassed groan that slipped past Ranboo’s lips.

Both Tubbo and Ranboo thought, maybe this should happen a little more often.

[little-lee-froggie]

Strap in besties, it the special post

Hello! Welcome to a very special post where I’m going to be posting all my old fics I never posted and the ones I never did and never will finish, and there’s A LOT. They’ll be organized by fandom in alphabetical order (though I’m pretty sure there’s only two since they’re the ones I write the most for), so if you only like one of the fandoms I write for, you can look for it! Anyway, this is going to be a big one, so strap in, and let’s get into it:

Here’s a little guide so you know what all I have. Everything is in order, so that should help you find everything-

Fandom #1: Dream smp

Stories-

1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished 

Fandom #2: My Hero Academia 

Stories-

1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished 

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Scenarios-

1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

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Headcanons-

1: Shoto ler headcanons

2: Tamaki ler headcanons 

3: Bakugou ler headcanons 

Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

Stories-

1: Karma x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

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Ok, so here’s everything!! Let’s go:

Dream smp:

-I only write fics for the canon characters, none of this is IRL. This is all some of my first writings, so I’m sorry if it’s cringe at times, that’s just the way I wrote it, I’m sorry-——————————————————————story 1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

Techno looked at you, a bit confused. Confused and worried. You averted your gaze, and shyly continued to drink your tea. “Are you feeling ok?” Techno asked you. You nod, the only way you’ve really said anything to anyone today. Just shrugs of the shoulders, and nods or shakes of the head. 

“Are you sure? You seem more quiet than usual, and that’s saying something” he said, teasing slightly, but seemed more concerned then anything else. You just shrugged, and went back to your own little world, still drinking the tea that Phil made for you. 

The silence would be awkward to most people, but not you. You quite enjoy silence and listening to others, as it gives you time to observe, imagine and learn. 

“Heeellllllooooooooooo? Are you ignoring me or something?” he asked, getting more worried about you, but hiding it not on purpose, but well behind his nonchalant personality. Normally you were quiet, but not like how you were being right now. 

You were usually a shy but interested quiet, chiming in with sassy remarks or helpful advice every now and then, but still talking at least and always very present, not with words, but how in tentatively you listened. Right now was a completely different kind of shy. 

You were uninvested and not talking at all, not even when Phil purposely said “BPS” instead of “BTS” to tease you, as you will always immediately correct his joking and laugh along with Phil about it, but this morning, you were completely zoned out, you didn’t even notice that he had said “So, has BPS dropped any new songs recently?” and it was beginning to remind them of when you first came to live with them, worrying that they had made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome somehow, but Phil had to leave to watch Micheal for Ranboo and Tubbo, so it was just you and Techno. 

‘If only he knew what I wanted… but there’s no way in hell I’m asking for it’ you thought to yourself (as if you can think in any other way 🙄). You started to think deeply about it, not noticing the blush appearing on your own face. 

Techno however, did. He was confused about it at first, but he is smart and eventually put the pieces together. You still had no clue that he knew the truth…. that you had woken up in THAT mood… a way stronger one then most days. 

A lee mood, the kind of mood where all you want is to be tickled mercilessly. 

And the fact that this did not stay hidden from Techno for very long came as a surprise to… raze your hand if it surprised you. No one? That’s what I thought. 

A small smirk began to play on the pigman’s face. Ever since a year and a half ago, when he and Phil had discovered how incredibly ticklish you were, they would constantly poke your side when you reached for something high up, or lightly squeeze your side when you were purposely trying to annoy them a little, so the knowledge that you were the most ticklish person on the fucking planet to got used against you quite often by both Techno and Phil. 

Techno brought you into his lap for a back hug, putting your mug of tea down for you, and whispered into your ear “if you want to be tickled so badly that you’re thinking about it to much to talk, you could have just asked for it” he teased in a quiet tone, lightly tracing your inner ear (one of your more sensitive spots), earning a loud squeal from you, but you were stuck in his embrace. 

“Now, if you want me to do that again, alllllll you have to do is ask me” he said, almost to happily (especially for Techno), as he lightly stroked up and down your arm, not enough for you to laugh, but enough to drive you crazy. “Pl-please do that again…” you said shyly, but Techno is one of the few people that you would trust with everything completely and hole heartedly on the dream smp, other than Phil. 

“Now, was that so hard to just talk to me?” He teased, tickling your ear again, earning squeals and giggles from you, as his hand that was around you, holding you in place started to tease your waist in a way more ticklish way then you had ever experienced. 

“Ahahah, Techehnho!!” You giggled out loudly, but with that sweet and sugary hint that your laugh always had to it when someone was tickling you, kicking out lightly from how much just that tickled. “Yesss Y/n, what is it~?” Techno said calmly. “Ihihihththt tihihiclehehes!!” you giggled out, melting into your best friend. 

“No way, really?” he said sarcastically but in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “I know it does, that’s what you want, isn’t it??” he teased, being so effective that it tickled you with words, and he moved his hand from your waist to an insanely ticklish spot; the soft skin under your bellybutton. 

Your giggles turned hysterical. He hadn’t even been tickling you for more then ten minutes, and you were already in hysterics and completely melted into your friend, making it way easier for him to tickle you. 

“Ahahahhahah Tehhehchnhoho!!! Whahahhat are yuohoho doi- TECHNAAHAHAHAHA!!!!” You screamed as his hand moved from your lower stomach skin to one of your most ticklish and sensitive spots… the place where your ribs met your stomach… You started to kick out more, trying to squirm free, but you didn’t really want to be let go. 

He stayed there for awhile, as it had gotten the biggest reaction out of you so far, whispering teases into your ear like “Why are you trying to escape me? You wanted this, ya know” and “jeez, stop screaming! Your lungs will pop!”. 

The teases almost had more affect on you then the tickling itself! Almost… After about fifteen minutes of lightly tickling at the bottom of your 

hyper-sensitive diaphragm (it felt like fifteen-million eons, but you weren’t complaining), he then said something that made your heart pound with adrenaline and excitement; “Come on, stop kicking your legs so I can get them to! I know they have some of your most sensitive spots~…” and with that, you quickly tried to stop your legs as best your could, but Techno had decided to tease you even more, not stopping the attack on the bottom of your diaphragm. 

“TEHEHEHENOHOHOHOSTHOHOHOPPPPP!!!!!!!!” you yelled, laughing way more than before because of his teasing. 

“Stop what?? YOU stop kicking you legs and I’ll get them to! It’s not that hard~” his teasing went on relentlessly, until about five minutes later, when he decided that you had had enough teasing for that spot, and stopped for a few seconds so you could stop kicking your legs, and he immediately grabbed them, earning a happy and anticipation filled squeal from you. 

“Ok Y/N, I want you to squeal and or giggle louder the more it tickles, but any laughing, and I slow down to the same speed I was teasing your arm earlier, ok~?” he said in such a cheery sounding way that it was hard to believe that it was Techno saying it, but the message behind it was an obvious playful yet threatening challenge. 

He started with under your calves, getting small squeaks and a few quiet giggles, but he wasn’t satisfied. Then he moved his hand to your under-knee, getting louder giggles then before and a bit of squirming around, but still not enough to to satisfy either one of you. 

But then he hit the jackpot… he moved his torturous yet much needed hands from your under-knee to your under-thighs, earning a scream filled laugh from you; “AHAHAHAHAHTEHEHECHNHOHOHOOOOOO!!!!”  You couldn’t help the laughing and screaming, despite knowing what will happen if you couldn’t. 

“Five…” Techno slowed his attack slightly. “Four…” more and more slowly as he counted down. “Three…” he was almost at that unbearable speed that was so tortures and evil. “Twooooo…” he dragged out the word to add to the anticipation, resulting in anxious yet excited giggles from you. “ONE!!!” he yelled, speeding up again to even faster and 100x more ticklish then before, earning way louder screams of absolute euphoria then he had ever gotten from you, and the louder you screamed, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the louder you screamed. 

You had never wanted something to both stop and never end so much before in your entire 13 years of life on this planet, not even moving anymore, just absolutely and completely melted into a puddle of complete and utter euphoria. Never before in your life have you been so happy and been screaming so loud, but it was such a nice feeling, and you just wanted to stay in that beautiful moment forever and just have time stay completely still. 

It had nearly been an hour since Techno started to tickle you, maybe even more. You both had completely lost track of time when Phil walked in, indicating that it had been over an hour. Techno stopped when he heard Phil enter the house, both to your relief and disappointment. 

“Well, you two definitely had fun I see!” He said as if Techno wasn’t just murdering you with the most ticklish tickles you had ever received, but you just smiled, your red face getting slightly redder from a small blush on your face due to Phil’s comment. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve never heard them laugh so much in the three years I’ve known them! Whatever it was they were doing musta’ been really funny!” Techno teased you with a small poke at your side. 

Needless to say, the next time you were in even a small lee mood, you were going to talk way less then normal

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Story 2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

It was a seemingly normal day, until Phil and Techno had thought it would be a good idea for you to go see Ranboo. You agreed, as you quite enjoy spending time with him, and Tubbo as well, but Tubbo was out with Micheal, so you were just going to be seeing Ranboo. 

The interesting thing about you and Ranboo is that if someone didn’t know you two, based off how you guys act around each other they might assume that you are siblings. You and Ranboo definitely act like siblings sometimes and are both hybrids that are half and half split down the middle, so it’s a fair assumption. Incorrect, but fair. 

Another thing that made you guys seem like siblings is the fact that you both are constantly giving each other sass and would always have a witty comeback to what the other said (entirely in a friendly joke-fight way). Normally, this would either end in one of you not having a comeback and the other wins, or you would both forget how this started and just move on to something else. But today was different. 

You had zero clue that Phil, that evil bird man, had told the enderman hybrid about your weakness. 

Phil had seen most of your joke-fights, and decided that he was going to give Ranboo the upper-hand for the next one, so you, completely clueless, said something so sassy to Ranboo that he got really pretend shocked and said in both a very “shocked” voice yet also one with a hint mischief and a teasing in the back of it; “Now why would you ever say that?!”, he said, which surprised you, as he normally had something more to say about it, but you decided to ignore his out-of-character but clearly teasing and somehow slightly threatening yet playful response, and replied with “And what are you going to do about it? I said what I said, and that’s that!”, but instead of the expected response of “You really think that’s it?”, or “And why would THAT be, huh?”, you instead received a smirk and an “Is that so~?”, that sent a shiver down your spine. 

You got up and backed away, but he got up as well, following you, and walked really close to you and said “If that was that, then why am I going to do this~?”. 

His voice was not even TRYING to hide the mischief in what Ranboo was doing anymore, as the Oreo boy lightly as to not hurt you, but hard enough to make you squeak and start to sprint away, poked you. Not more then once. Not with a lot of energy. 

But he still poked you to the point of running (ShE’s A rUnNeR, sHe’S a TrAcK sTaR✨(sorry)) and he chased you till he caught you, which surprisingly took awhile, as he had *vwooped* to right in front of you and tried to grab you, but you do battle training with Phil and Techno, so you managed to dodge. 

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Ranboo had you cornered with no blind spots where you could potentially run through, and with that, he grabbed you. “Ahahah nhohoh fahahahihihr!!!!” You giggled in anticipation as the 7ft hybrid boy carried you back to the couch you were on before when you had made the original remark that started this all. 

“Puhuhuhut mehehe dohohown!! Rahahnbohohoho!! Ahahah!!!” “Put you down? As you wish~” he said as he put you on the couch and sat on your arms, pining them above your head. “Now, Where should I get first, hmm? There’s so many good spots… Do you have a preference~?” “Nohohohohoh!!” “No preferences? Ok then! Hmm… how abouuuut… HERE!!”, he said as he scribbled on your ribs. 

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” You screamed as he went on attacking your ribs. “Not there? Ok, how about… here~??”, he said, now one hand on your stomach and the other one on your arm, teasing you. “RAHAHAHANBOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Not there either, huh? Okay, what about… hmmmm, so hard to choose… ooh, what about heeeere~?????” He said way more tease-y than before, putting his hands under your bellybutton to tease your soft, sensitive skin. 

“RAHAHAHANBOHOHO NOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!”, you screamed in laughter, but let’s be honest… you didn’t want it to stop. “Don’t stop? FINALLY a good review, geez~” he said even more teasing then last time he spoke, almost tickling you with his words. 

It was different from when Phil, Techno, or XD were to tickle you. To be fair, they all had different ways to tickle you, though. 

Phil mostly tickled you when you needed cheering up and was always very gentle and payed attention to subtle things that might have hinted that it was tickling to much or you were reaching your braking point, but let’s be honest, neither pretty much ever happened. 

When Techno tickled you, it was either cause he could tell you wanted it, you were annoying him in a playful way, or if you were sad and or panicking and needed a little light cheering up. He is normally slightly more ruff than Phil, plus, Techno is also a big believer in waking you up with tickles, and he says it’s funny to see you both fight sleep and his hands at the same time. 

When XD is tickling you, they are definitely the one who believes in teasing you the most, and would find any excuse to tickle you on one of your outside excavations, especially if you fell, because then they could insist to heal you just to see you try not to give a reaction, but end up melting in their touch. 

Ranboo, just like everyone else, had his own style of how to tickle you; “Awwww, does it tickle a little~? Look at you just melting into me! Phil was right, you really are tickle-tickle-ticklish! Awh, I hope you know that Tubbo’s going to find out about your little weakness as well~!”, he said to you. 

His way of tickling was similar to XD, but with hints of Techno in it. The teasing was VERY similar to XD, but the way he stayed at pretty much the same pace and moved around based off of your reactions was a lot like Techno. 

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOUAHAHAHA!!!”, you screamed, knowing this would probably make your situation better worse for yourself and you were prepared for the consequences of your actions. You were more then prepared. 

You WANTED it. He paused for a moment in fake shock and he gasped dramatically. “How dare you?! You’re going to regret that~!” He teased as he moved his hands from your lower stomach to the the place where your back met your side and changed from friendly scribbles to ruff tickles. 

You let out a loud scream and fell into hysterical laughter, not even able to form proper words; “RAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHAH!!!!!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know a ‘Rahbah’, but whatever their doing, it can’t be that bad~”, he said as he sped up the tickles, making it so you couldn’t even talk anymore, and you were to tired to move as well, from both the running and the tickling, so you just had to sit there and take it. 

Eventually he stopped, and you quickly pulled your hands down, still giggling from the tingling that you always got after you had been tickled for long periods of time. About an hour or so passed after that, Ranboo still would poke you or lightly squeeze your sides just to get you a bit flustered. 

When Phil eventually came to pick you up, you said your goodbyes and started to walk home. “So, what did you do? Did you have fun~?”, he said in his teasing voice that he used every so often. “I’m going to kill you” you said jokingly and with a small laugh in your voice. “Oh? And why would you do that?”, he said, giving you a small poke. 

After you squeaked, you just rolled your eyes playfully and said “I think you know exactly why”. Phil laughed a little, then said “You want to fly the rest of the way home?”, as he smiled at you. You nodded, and he let you hop onto his back, and took off into the air. 

Needless to say, next time you went to Ranboo’s house, you would be just as sassy to him as you were today

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Story 3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)- unfinished

You knew for a fact that the next time you were to go to the overgrown Oreo and Bee boy’s  house you would be endlessly teased. 

Last time you visited, Phil had told Ranboo about your sensitivity, and Ranboo promised that he would tell Tubbo, and he never lies to you… and to your luck dismay, you were going there today because Phil, Techno and Ranboo had a syndicate meeting, so you had to prepare yourself mentally to see Tubbo, because you knew that the moment you stepped foot in the house, there was no turning back and your fate was sealed…. 

You had been with Tubbo for about ten minutes, and you quickly went to one of the many guest rooms, hardly saying hi to him to do your best to keep the teasing to a minimum. You had brought your favourite sketchbook with you so you could preoccupy yourself until Tubbo inevitably found where you had run off to. 

Well that time came sooner then you had expected, and he walked in about two minutes latter. “There you are! I was wondering where you went to~…” he said, already teasing you somehow. “Mmm…” you replied, forgetting why you were where you were, completely lost in your drawing. 

“Whachya’ drawing??” He asked, knowing this would get your attention, because you had a rule that no one is allowed to see this sketchbook until it’s completely filled out besides you. You quickly closed your book when that sentence was accompanied by a poke on your side, getting a squeak out of you, and you curled up into a ball, giggling slightly and quietly. 

You put your book down and sprinted away, Tubbo close behind you. It wasn’t to late, but you knew from babysitting Micheal that he would be asleep right now, so you didn’t worry about him finding out, but you didn’t want to wake him up, so you made sure to run far away from his room. 

You were thankful that it was such a huge house, but because of it, you knew for a fact that Tubbo would catch you, because, even though he may be slightly slower than you, even with the extra adrenaline, he had more stamina, so at this point you were just delaying the inevitable. 

You knew that, but you didn’t care, all you cared about is not waking up Micheal. After about five minutes of being chased all around the giant house, you had eventually been caught by the bee lover, and you knew there was no getting out of that now. 

You were stuck.

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Story 4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Wilbur and Fawn were home alone together, just kind of chilling, Wilbur was playing the guitar and Fawn was singing along. 

Phil had taken Tommy to go see Tubbo and Techno had told Niki he’d help her with her garden, specifically with the potatoes she was trying to grow, so Fawn and Wilbur had decided that they were just going to do whatever, hence them playing music together. 

“Can you teach me how to play the guitar one day Will?”, Fawn asked their big brother after they finished up the song they were playing. “Yeah, sure! I might be a bit busy for the next little while, finishing up a new song, but definitely soon!”, he said, knowing when they make that kind of proposal, they normally mean some time in the near future. “Thanks Will!”, they said, with a small giggle in their voice. That small giggle made Wilbur get an idea. 

“Hey… if you want I can teach you right now Fawny~” said Wilbur teasingly, putting his guitar down. “Really? That’d be awes- wait a minute, ‘Fawny’? Why’d you use that name? Wilbur, please don’t tell me you’re planning what I think you’re planning.”, they said almost sternly, looking up at their brother, but seeing the smirk on his face made Fawn’s fight or fight reflex activate, but Wilbur could tell and grabbed their wrist so they couldn’t run. 

“Planning what Fawny? To be an awesome big brother and help you learn a new instrument~?”, said Will, his smirk growing at the anticipation in Fawn’s eyes. 

Fawn somehow managed to get their wrist free before their brother could attack, quickly running away. “That’s not going to help you much Fawny~! You’re just delaying the inevitable now!!!”, he called after them, getting up, but purposely giving them a few seconds head start to add to the anticipation. 

He chased them all around the house, but eventually took a shortcut to where Fawn was running to, and they ran into him, allowing Wilbur to catch them in his arms Catholic Church intro (<—— add link) style, and carry them to the living room. 

After pinning them down on the couch, Wilbur took his usual position, sitting on their arms to get a good shot at everything while having his hands (and wings) completely free to roam wherever they please. 

“Wihilbuhur dohon’t!!!”, Fawn managed to giggle out while their brother lifted their hoodie to the bottom of their binder, and just smirked at them, lightly brushing his fingers along their neck to show that this was happening no matter how much Fawn argued, because Wilbur knew they didn’t mean it. 

It’s hard to explain, but as the oldest of all the siblings, he developed this sixth sense to be able to tell when his siblings actually don’t want to be tickled or it’s their biological response, and right now, it was both a mix of biological response and also Fawn not wanting to admit that they actually really enjoyed it and wanted to be tickled really badly. (I don’t play the guitar, so if the notes are ones that are just strings/aren’t a note you can play on the guitar, please don’t bash me ㅠ ω ㅠ) 

Now’s when Wilbur took his plan into action, saying “Ok, so, this is A#…” he said, pretending that the space between Fawn’s ribs were the frets, and did the hand placement for the note, “strumming” on their torso, making them squeak and giggle, kicking out slightly from the feeling. “Ah, what beautiful music that comes from this guitar!”, Wilbur teased, “strumming” even faster, making Fawn’s voice raze an octave. 

“Wihihihihilbuhuhuhuhr!!!! *squeak* ahahah, nohohohoho!!!!!!!”, they giggled from the attack, as Wilbur kept pretending that he was teaching them guitar. “Oh no Fawn, I think this guitar needs to be tuned, it’s all squeaky and changing tune like it has a mind of its own!”, he teased them, as they started to giggle louder, not wanting it to stop, but they would never admit that. 

“Okay Fawny, now I normally wouldn’t do this, but is looks like the sound hole has a lot of dust in it, so I have to clean that out!”, he teased as he inhaled deeply, blowing a huge raspberry on their belly button, making pour little Fawn scream, tears pricking at their eyes. “Okay Fawn, now I’m going to play a song so you get the basic idea of how fast you would have to go to actually play a song~” Wilbur continued with his teasing

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Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

-I have an OC in Mha with the same name as me that I named before that was my name, so if you’re confused about why we have the same name, that’s why-

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Story 1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Kai and Shoto had been friends since they were about 4 and 6, so they go back a long time, and within that time, you learn a lot about a person! 

For example, mister icy hot learned about a special way to help his shy quiet friend when they’re sad or just need some loosening up. When this happens, Shoto will give a small light poke somewhere on Kai’s side. This was, for them, a way for the older to help the younger with any bad emotions and see them smile for a moment. 

Neither of them ever worried about other people seeing, because they just thought of it like cheering someone up, however, it did happen a lot less in class. Even though it happened less, some of the people that were close to them picked up on this habitat. 

It of course wasn’t everyone in the class, however everyone noticed it, but it was a few people. 

There was only one problem with the fact that a lot of the class knew, and that was that it was harder to get good battle training because if they made themself known, in close quarters it was very likely that the person would use it against them depending on who it was. 

In fact, this happened so often that Aizawa had to literally state the rule in front of the class and write it on the board in sharpie so it wouldn’t get erased: NO TICKLING KAI DURING TRAINING. 

Todoroki didn’t really ever tease them about it and found their reaction to it sweet, but he only ever actually tickled them when they asked him to, or when it was a day that Kai clearly just needed to laugh. 

Anyway like I said, a few other people had picked up on the habit, and these people were as follows (from most to least likely): Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Sero and even Baukougou had done it once, but that was really just to make fun of them.

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Story 2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

You had a really shity day and were just ready to go back to the dorms and collapse on your bed. 

You finally got into your room after hours of being yelled at by Aizowia for falling asleep in his class 7 times today while Baukugou mocked you, Iida gave you a lecture, Deku tried to make you feel better by telling you about all the times he fell asleep in class, Ochoco joined Deku in the story telling, and most of all, your childhood friend, Todoroki, was trying to comfort you. 

None of your friends efforts were working, though (not that Baukugou was even trying to), and you just wanted the day to be over. After that, you immediately went back to your dorm room and covered your face with your pillows and just lay like that for about twenty minutes, until you felt your bed dip beside you. 

“Hey, are you okay? I would’ve come here immediately, but I thought you might want some time alone to calm down first, but I figured it’s been long enough.”, said the voice of your best friend, Todoroki, resting a hand on your stomach, which was enough to make you blush and get butterflies in your stomach, which made you thankful that you had pillows over your face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, I-I’m just a b-bit tired, that’s all!”, you said in an attempt to not sound so flustered, but your stutter made it incredibly obvious. “Are you… flustered?”, he asks, kinda teasing kinda curious. 

“I-I.. Y-no? N-yes?? I-I don’t k-know what you m-mean!”, you stuttered. That’s when Todoroki noticed his hand placement. “Ooooooohhhhh” he said, now understanding. 

He slowly and carefully started to trace shapes over your stomach as you started to giggle and try to push his hand away, not successfully might I add. “Nohohohoho!!!! Whihihihy??? Ahahah!!!!!!!”, you protested, not actually wanting him to stop. 

He then moved from tracing shapes to lightly fluttering his fingers under your shirt and over you stomach with his cold hand (oof), while using his hot hand to warm you up a bit by making it hotter and lightly brushing it over your arms, neck, ribs, sides, face and torso. 

Your laughter and giggles would ring out for awhile after that

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Story 3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

Sleep. 

It’s almost as if Kai’s body didn’t know how how to do that.

Don’t get me wrong, they slept, but only for about 8 hours every month, the amount of sleep someone should be getting every day. Weirdly enough, this didn’t effect them to much, only falling asleep in class when they got way less sleep, like half an hour that month, which didn’t happen to often, so it wasn’t really a worry to their teachers.

Growing up in the Todoroki household had brought some dark times to their life at a young age. No one knew who their dad was, and their mom was a close friend of Rei Todoroki, their godmother. One day, a villain attacked the Ai home, and Kai’s mom, Ai Ayako, got killed trying to protect Kai, so they moved in with the Todoroki family, and seeing what Endever was doing to their godmother and Shoto Todoroki, pretty much the only person they can be themself around made them have terrible nightmares and hate going to sleep, resulting in the terrible sleep schedule they have now.

Since for some reason, it didn’t effect their performance in class, and because their quirk, five senses, allowed them to become almost undetectable, even though they can only use sight and sound right now, they were granted special permission from the school board to just kinda wonder around town as long as they have their quirk activated, and if they start to feel like they have used it for to long, come back to the dorms immediately.

And that’s what they were doing! Just kinda chilling, unable to be seen or heard, just the way they liked it, just sitting by their favourite abandoned house (yes, they have a favourite abandoned house), listening to music generated by their quirk.

All of the sudden, they felt a hand on their shoulder, scarring them to all shit, making them jump and squeak. They were very confused, as they were used to people bumping into them, then being confused at what they hit, but never anyone knowing where they were unless they were someone that they were not using their quirk on, which was pretty much impossible, because the only people they weren’t using it on at the moment was everyone at UA (except for Mineta, because they (along with me and pretty much anyone who watches MHA should) DESPISE Mineta), and they would probably all be asleep because of curfew, and people in the Todoroki family, so that if they ran into their family, they could say hi, but that was it. No one else should be able to-

“Hey, look who it is. The little disappearing kid from UA. What are you doing out?”, said a raspy voice, interpreting Kai’s thoughts. They looked up, and saw two people looking down at them. Well, more like one looking at them, and one looking at the one looking at them. 

“Who the hell are you taking to Dabi? Have you gone more bat-shit crazy then you already were?”, said the one looking at the one looking at- or, sorry, the one looking at Dabi. “Oh, are they using their quirk on you? Hmm… well, show yourself to Shiggy, he doesn’t bite…” said Dabi, a shit-eating smirk on his face from the look on Kai’s. 

‘Tomora Shigaraki and Dabi are here? Why? Why can Dabi see me? Why are they here of all places? Why is Dabi looking at me like that?

Why-‘ their thoughts got cut off again when they started to feel the fatigue that came with their quirk wearing off. They knew they had no choice but to show themself, otherwise, they would faint, and it was better to be conscious with two people as dangerous as the ones in front of them now, then be unconscious with them. So, they turned their quirk off, wobbling from the faint feeling they got, just avoiding going unconscious.

“Well well well, you’re not completely crazy after all Dabi!”, said Shigaraki in his very smooth and slightly soft yet bloodthirsty and unhinged voice. They don’t quite remember what happened next (definitely not because I couldn’t think of how, ahahha 😬) but Kai ended up in a secret bar in the house, sitting tied to a chair, but wasn’t really fazed anymore since they are a very nonchalant person and got over the shock fast.

“Why are you here? How did you find us?”, Dabi questioned Kai as they examined the room around them, just kinda humming in response. “Not talking, hmm? Hey, by the way, are you aware that during your fight with Todoroki in the sports festival, you only made what was happening unseeable to the people in the crowd? We heard about it, how the arena filled with smoke, but when I watched it live, I didn’t see any kind of smoke! Instead, I saw what really happened. Do you know what I’m referring to?”, Shigaraki asked, getting Kai to slightly blush from embarrassment. ‘Shit, I forgot that I can’t make things appear on cameras cuz they don’t have senses! Damn it, now the whole world knows…” they thought.

If you’re wondering what happened, I’ll tell you. At the sports festival, Kai and their best friend, and legal brother, Shoto, were up against each other. The two had promised not to hold back on each other despite being as close as they were, however, mid-battle, Todoroki had asked Kai to make them both silent and invisible, just so he could talk to them, and so they did. When they were completely unseeable (or so they thought), Todoroki gave them the look that he always gave them before he tickled them, but since they were so close together and had limited space to move, Kai couldn’t run away like they normally would, and ended up getting wrecked on live TV. When they asked Todoroki about it after the fight (that he won), he simply said he was worried that he was going to go to harsh on them and felt they needed a break from the match to just have fun for a moment.

“W-what are you t-talking about?”, Kai said, trying to sound unfazed, but the blush on their face and their stutter gave it away. 

That stupid shit-eating grin was back on Dabi’s face, but this time, he started walking towards Kai slowly. “Oh yeah, you’re right Siggy, something did happen~”, said Dabi, Making them even more worried then before. ‘No, their VILLAINS. There’s no way they’d TICKLE me… right?’ 

It only took Kai a minute to realize that hypothesis was wrong when Mr. Shit-grin finally reached them, taking long enough for Kai to start giggling nervously. “Aww, look at that, all scared and nervous, just waiting for me to attack… I feel bad for you kid, I really do, but we need to make sure you won’t ever come back here unless we decide you should” said Dabi, putting his hands on their knees, using them as support while he leaned in close to their face. 

“You’re. At. OUR. Mercy. Now.”

 He squeezed their knees, getting the same squeak out of them that he did when he scared them at the front of the house.

To say Dabi was amused by this would be an understatement. He always felt relatively indifferent about Kai, as they just had that kind of feel to them that if they saw him on the street, instead of rating him out for being there, as long as he wasn’t hurting someone, they wouldn’t do anything about it and just go about their day. Basically, he knew Kai probably wouldn’t say anything to UA or any pro hero’s, and at this point, he was just messing with them.

“Why’d you squeak, huh? We don’t scare you, do we? Hmmm~?”, he said, looking at Kai with the most smug smirk know to man while he continued to squeeze their knees, making them giggle and squeak. “Nohohohoho stohohohop *squeak* ihihit! Ahaha!!”, Kai said, now with a smile on their face as the tickling continued. “Why stop? Does it tickle? Ooh, it does tickle, doesn’t it~… Wow, who knew you were so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~…”, the villain continued, in a very teasing manner. “Hey Shiggy, why don’t you join me? The more people, the more they’ll scream!”, said Dabi, and if Kai heard that in any other situation, they would have been terrified, but in this situation, it just caused them more anxiety, worry, and weirdly, considering the fact that if Shigaraki touched them with all five fingers, they would start to crumble and dissolve; excitement. “No, I’d rather sit back and enjoy their screams without getting my hands dirty” Shiggy said plainly. “Suit yourself” Dabi shrugged. Kai hadn’t expected Dabi to be so tease-y with them, or at least not appear to be enjoying it, but he looked as if this was the first time in a million years he had eaten.

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Scenario 1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

Kai was with Kirishima, Fatgum and Tamaki for work studies, but they only really spoke to Kiri because the two were good friends, and Kai was intimidated by anyone they didn’t know well, aka Fatgum and Tamaki. Kirishima was also one of the few people who knew about how physically sensitive Kai was, teasing them about it constantly. Which leads me to the situation they were in now; Kai had just watched Fat absorb a few things into his stomach, a lot of them moving. “How do you do that?”, they asked quietly, but genuinely curious as well. “What do ya’ mean? It’s my quirk” Fatgum says in his usual jolly way. “O-oh, I know that, i-it’s just that even if I had your quirk, I-I could never do that, b-because…” they said, rambling on and on in their shy way, wishing they had never said anything. “I know why!”, Kiri chimes in, clearly amused by this situation. “It’s because they’re-“ he said, but Kai activated their quirk just in time to make him silent. Kiri was about to out them. “W-why did you silence him?”, Tamaki asked very quietly per his also shy personality. “O-oh, I j-just, umm, I-“ they said, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t be lying but also not letting them know about their secret. “I-it’s just that I’d be scared of the impact, even if I knew it wouldn’t hurt…” Kai said. The truth, but not what they meant when they asked how Fatgum did it. “Oh” replied Tamaki, not really getting an answer to his question, but not wanting to annoy them, so he stopped talking. That was the first time anything had come that close to revealing Kai’s secret. The second time was a bit past the point where Kai and Tamaki had started to become good friends, neither of them being any louder, though. Tamaki had accidentally bumped his elbow into their side, and heard a squeak come from them. He started to frantically apologize and ask if he had hurt them, to which Kai replied with the same frantic apologizing for scaring him and being in his way, as they explained that they were fine, just a bit surprised. After about two minutes of apologizing and stuttering, the two finally calmed down and went back to normal conversation. All of the sudden, Kirishima popped out of seemingly nowhere and pretty much shouted; “Hey Tamaki, wanna know why they squeaked like that?!”. Kai immediately started to blush, and (for one of the few times in their life) shouted “EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, I WILL END YOU!!!”, as the two of you started to playfully chase each other, both laughing a little at the others antics. “That was strange… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai yell, not even at a villain…” Tamaki muttered softly as he looked as if he was trying to figure out something. Strangely enough, neither Fatgum nor Tamaki figured out what all the commotion was about whenever something like this happened until Kiri actually told Tamaki when he knew Kai wouldn’t be around to silence him, and after that, Kirishima started to tease them a lot more, and would sometimes even poke Kai a little and pretend it was an accident just to tickle and tease them a bit more around Fat and Tamaki, never failing to make Kai flustered as fuck :)

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Headcanon set 1: Shoto Todoroki ler HCs

Not a tease-y ler because he doesn’t see the point in teasing. He says it might make someone fell bad about it, and the point of him tickling someone is to make them feel better and let them laugh 

He’s not ticklish, or at least we don’t think he is. No one really knows, and people are to scared to find out, because, while he is an incredibly kind person, get in his bad side, and he’s terrifying

He has a tendency to say things that sound like teases, but really aren’t, and he genuinely means them as complements, like “your laughter sounds so happy and nice!”, or “your smile’s so cute! You seem so happy, I’m glad!”.

Not very into revenge tickles, cause if he cares about you enough to tickle you, you shouldn’t warrant revenge in his eyes, plus, since he’s never been tickled himself, he doesn’t know what it feels like, and since it makes people smile and laugh, he assumes that it makes people happy, and for some it does 

He makes his left side colder to get a better reaction from you, in turn making you scream

He won’t laugh with you, but he will smile a lot more than usual, as he finds your reactions cute

Cuddles after is a must, and might ghost his hands over your stomach to get you giggling all over again 

You have a code word for stop, just cuz it’s a reflex to say stop, and he knows it

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Headcanon set 2: Tamaki Amajiki ler HCs

Shy boy doesn’t know what to do at first 

I can imagine him liking being the lee more, so it starts off kinda timid and shy (then again, he’s always timid and shy)

However, he loves to see you smile, laugh and just being happy, so he soon finds that he actually really enjoys this as well, however, he worries about possibly hurting you 

Softest ler ever

Constantly asks you if your still doing okay or if this is fine, just making sure that you’re still having fun 

He starts to do it more often, and every time he does it, he gets a little less scared of hurting you, as he now knows what to do and what you like

He will always be shy of course, but he warms up more the more he tickles you

Has never tickled you to silent laughter because he stays pretty light with the tickles, barely getting above giggles for you, however, this means he goes for longer once he’s gotten used to tickling you because he doesn’t have to worry about it as much 

Won’t really tease, but he does laugh along with you and call you cute, which you consider teasing and he considers complements 

He gets so used to tickling you that he can’t go a day with out at least poking you once. He never does it around people though, he would get to embarrassed

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Headcanon set 3: Bakugou Katsuki ler HCs

RUTHLESS 

He’s already so ruff with you, and that either amplifies or decreases when he tickles you, depending on wether it’s for revenge or cheering you up 

Contrary to popular belief (or not, IDK), this boy is very soft when he wants to be

You tend to enjoy pissing him off for fun, kinda like a sport, but this little habit ends up with you getting tickled to silent laughter very often 

He teases relentlessly, weather it’s to cheer you up or not

Likes to state how much power he has over you, and how amazing he is. Like, he thinks he’s accomplishing something great by tickling you

You would never admit it, but half the time when you annoy him, it’s just to get him to tickle you, and the other half, it’s definitely a subconscious reason 

He is fucking evil, and he finds it hilarious to randomly attack you after you got closer to each other 

He says it’s cause he likes watching you just crumble into his arms, completely at his mercy 

Mans is a TERRIFYING ler, holy fucking shit

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Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

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Story 1: Karana x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

You and Karma had been friends since forever, and the two of you got along surprisingly well. There was always one thing that bothered him about you, though.

He could read everyone else, he could find their weaknesses, but with you… even after so many years of being your friend, he still couldn’t read you, still couldn’t find any weaknesses of yours.

Which is why he was so pleased with the events that transpired today before school…

You and him live in the same area, in fact, you guys live next to each other, so you’ve always known each other. Because you two lived so close to each other, you often walked to school together, then went to sit on the stairs.

And that’s exactly where the two of you were now, on the stairs, him sitting up-right and playing with his anti-Koro sensei knife, and you, laying down on his lap with your face to the sky.

He surprisingly doesn’t mind you laying on him, and he’s pretty used to it, however you always end up having conversations like; “why do you insist on always sitting like that?” “Cuz it’s comfortable, Karmy~” “And why do you always call me ‘Karmy’?” “Cuz you hate it.” “I don’t HATE it, just slightly annoying.” “Yeah yeah, sure. Either way, it’s what I’m going to call you”

You were in the midst of such a conversation when you were teasing him- probably the only person who can get away with that (for the most part)- and he said “Sureee, you’re soooo much better than me at that. I’ll let you believe that…” and poked your stomach once in retaliation.

He expected you to say “Hey!”, and go into a tangent about why you are better then him at whatever you were arguing about, but instead you… squeaked? Not only did you squeak, you also kinda crumpled in on yourself and giggled slightly.

His eyes widened with mischief, his face morphing into an evil smirk. Oh no… he had figured out your weakness. The one that you had managed to hide from him for 12 years, but now, he had discovered it, and holy shit was he going to have some fun with this

“Hey [NAME]… are you by any chance… ticklish~?”

‘Shit’. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, he already knew the answer and lying would only make your situation worse, but at the same time, if you said yes, he would tease you about how compliment you were and how you must enjoy this, which wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until your face was as red as his hair, so you chose your last resort option. You knew you could pull it off cuz you were good at hiding how flustered you were, otherwise how else could you have hidden your weakness from him for so long.

“What’s that?”, you asked adding in a furrowed brow and a cock of the head for good measure. 

He was clearly slightly caught off guard by that, his smirk turning to confusion. You did your best not to laugh at his face, but you hadn’t ever seen such a look on his face in all the years you had known him, and when you let out a small laugh, he was snapped out of his confusion.

“And what are you laughing at?”, he said, playfully glaring at you. “Yohour fahahace” you giggled, covering your mouth slightly with your hand. His smirk resumed on his face, evilness filling the air. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about-“ he said, and dug his fingers into your ribs. You screamed in surprise, then small giggles started pouring out of your mouth.

“Stohohohop!!!! Thahahat tihihicklehehes!!!!”, you said, trying to pry his hands off your extremely sensitive sides.

“Wow, you’re so percepti- wait a minute… if you don’t know what being ticklish is, how do you know what being tickled feels like? Holy shit, you little lier! You knew what it was didn’t you?! Oh, you just made your situation 100x worse for yourself~” he said, moving from digging to harsh squeezes, but not to harsh, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!!!!!!”, you screamed, trying desperately to escape, but your favourite sitting position turned into a weapon for Karma, as he had you trapped in his lap.

He continued with the squeezing with one hand, and poked your ribs with the other. You let out a loud squeak as you tried to pry his hands off you as he continued to tease you, making you blush.

“Wow, you’re SUPER ticklish, now aren’t you~? We’ve known each other for how long, and you kept this hidden from me? Well, now I’m going to have to make up for lost time… wow, this is surprisingly cute~. Why didn’t you tell me you were this cute while being tickled~???”, he teased you, making you blush.

Just then, Koro sensei appeared in front of the two of you, startling you and not fazing Karma. “While I’m glad you two are having fun together, class is about to start, and I’d hate for you to be late” he said, and Karma let go of you as you tried to recover.

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The rest of the day wasn’t any different from the morning, and with you sitting beside Karma, you were easy for him to get. He poked your side at random intervals through out class, making you squeak and the entire class turned to look at you. You just covered your blushing face while Karma just smirked at you.

However, gym class was even better worse. 

Mr. Karosuma had made the two of you sparing partners, and Karma went behind you many times and held you to tickle you, and while normally you could have fended him off, you were on edge and tired, not to mention the fact that you crumpled in on yourself every time which made fighting impossible, your reactions only giving Karma more incentive to keep tickling you.

This went on all day, and none of the teachers did much to stop it, cuz it was relatively good assassination training for the both of you- you to try to escape, and Karma to not let you escape. Not to mention that Koro sensei honestly found your bond cute.

On your walk home together, he actively forced you onto his back, carrying you piggyback style and lightly tickled your inner knees and thighs the entire way back as you had no choice but to hold onto him tight, unless you wanted to fall that is. Not to mention his evil teasing. For the first time in his life he was calling someone cute as a way to tease them in a close friends kinda way instead of to berate them.

He did the same thing on your walk to school the next day. He stayed true to his word of making up for lost time, as ever single chance he got, he would tickle you. This made you jumpy all the time, and he found it fucking hilarious. You didn’t really mind it all to much though. You always sort of enjoyed being tickled, in fact, there used some days where you’d wish that Karma knew, and now that he did… well, you definitely didn’t mind it.

Everything had become sort of a routine, and the both of you had gotten so used to it that when to two of you started walking everyday, you subconsciously got on his back, when you laid across his lap, you would put you hands behind your head, during training, if he got behind you would fall into him, but very subtly (one time, he purposely didn’t catch you and you fell. He found it so funny, then he sat on your hips and ticked you. That was the one time the teacher properly stepped in), and you never had your arm covering the side facing him during class.

After almost two months of this, he suddenly stopped. It came out of the blue, just happened one day. To be honest, it made you feel a bit sad. All through out the day, not even a single poke. If only you knew what was in store… See, he was purposely not tickling you so he could catch you off guard. After a week of this, he invited you over for a sleepover. The two of you had only ever had one sleepover before, and it was mostly to plan on how to kill your teacher, so you were a bit sceptical, but agreed nonetheless. He was your best friend after all.

When you got to his house, everything seemed a bit off. His parents were out of town for a few days, and it was a weekend, so you didn’t have a set time to wake up. Instead of sleeping in a bedroom, he had things set up in the living room so the two of you could watch t.v and turn it off when you were tired enough to sleep and not have to walk to his room. 

He had a movie picked out to watch- Coraline- and snacks. He was being to nice, to upbeat. Something had to be up.

The two of you sat down on the floor, a big pile of blankets and pillows on the ground. You two sat in your normal position, you flopped on his lap, but you noticed he placed his hands on your stomach, making you feel butterflies, every time he hands shifted slightly, you jumped a little, making him smirk. Everything was going according to plan.

Then it happened. The tickle scene in the movie finally came, the entire reason he chose it in the first place. 

At that point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and blurted out “CAN YOU JUST-“, but you stopped at the word ‘tickle’. You couldn’t say it. It was to flustering for you, you just couldn’t. 

“Can I just what~?”, he asked as you got all fidgety. He reviled in the blush appearing on your face. “You know, just… mmph” you grumbled. “I don’t know what ‘mph’ is 

[NAME]~” “J-just, you know… t-… tic-…” “You want some tictacs?”, he asked as if he didn’t know all to well what you wanted. “Karma… please…?”, you said small-ly, clearly missing the playful gesture. Now, this man may be sadistic, but when you sounded so sad like that, this went from a mission to fluster you to a mission to cheer you up.

Of course, he still wanted to tease you though, he just decided to go about it slightly differently. “Please what~? I don’t get what you mean, you have to tell me~…” he said, but his actions spoke differently. As you were focused on the fact that he was being mean, you didn’t notice his hand slowly snake around your torso until he started squeezing your side.

You were completely caught off-guard by this, and you let out a surprised scream followed by laughter. “K-kahaharmahaha!!!”, you giggled out, kicking and moving side to side. “What is it [NAME]~? I’m not doing anything ~” he said as you giggled and laughed, trying to escape, but there was no way in hell Karma would let you do that. After all, he new you didn’t want to in the first place. 

“KAHAHaharmahahaHA!!!! Dohohon’t plahahay thahahat gahahahame!!!!”, you giggled, a blush forming on your face, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your sadistic friend who was currently MURDERING you with laughter.

“Hey, [NAME]~… are you ok? First you have a random outburst of laughter, now your face is turning red…” he said, as he moved his hand that wasn’t squeezing your side to do the same motion on your thigh. With that simple moment, your laughter raised an octave.

“KARMAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!”, you screamed, squirming in his grip, and he just laughed at you. 

“Ok [NAME], looks like you caught me! And was being so subtle about it to. Oh well, doesn’t change much. Say… is your back ticklish ~?”, he asked, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach and sat on you to keep you pinned, using his knees to keep your hands down. Then he lifted your shirt so your back was bare, and started to skitter his blunt nails all over your back, and every so often moving his hands to your sides.

“Hmmm, so it is~. That information will come in handy…” he said close to your ear, his breath in your ear making you squeak. 

“Oh, are your ears ticklish to~?”, he said, keeping one of his hands at your back and moving his other one up to your ears and neck, turning your loud giggles all squeaky. “They are! This will be even more useful, especially when your sitting how you normally do~”

“K-karmahahaha!!!!”, you giggled, trying to get out of his tickly prison, but failing, not that you minded. 

After a little while of him attacking your back, neck and ears, he asked his question again. “Hey [NAAAAAMMMME]~? Are your arms ticklish?”. If you could have widened your eyes, you would have. He quickly moved his hands to your arms, making you scream. Your arms were insanely ticklish.

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Holy FUCK that was a lot… I hope you liked it, I put a lot of effort into it. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever else you celebrate at this time of year! I hope you had a good celebration! Well, I’m going to head to sleep now, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p��

[dannystheone]

Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

Day 16, Nice gesture, bad setting.

Summary: Mikey wants to apologize further by decorating Donnies lab as a nice gesture, but since he didn't know how to set it up Donnie comes in with a small get-back situation.

A/n: T-CESTERS AND PROSHIPPERS DNI!!!! So lets start this with a simple "how are you?" Good? Bad? Cause I hope this will fix yalls moods if yall had a bad day! It might be rushed so I'm sorry to dissapoint you...but yea! Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey.

Ler: Donnie.

Warnings: tickle Fluff.

It was a simple day for Donnie. He just came back from his small mission in finding things he could bulid something with. But when he came into the lab everything changed. He saw that his lab was filled with christmas decorations. And what was weirdest was that Mikey was the one setting them up, well it wasn't weird cause- it's Mikey, but his expresion looked...nervous...

Okay now let's go into Mikeys point of view. Mikey already helped Donnie with the things he promised. But he still felt guilty, so he decided to decorate Donnies lab in Donnies favorite decorations.

Now Donnie was just starring at the box turtle that had a nervous smile on his face before the softshell asked.

💜:Mikey why did you decorate my lab??

The soft shell asked. Mikey answered.

🧡:Cause I thought maybe you'd whant your favorite decorations hanging!

💜:Oh uh yea-

Donnie looked around at the accessories and decorations before asking.

💜:Uh Michael are you- okay...?

🧡:Uh...yea! Defenetly! Just still feeling a bit guilty about the situation yesterday but...*clears throat* I'm fine!

💜:Right...

Donnie stared at Mikey for a few moments, thinking what he could do to make his brother happier. Then he got a idea. He walked over to Mikey and slowley picked him up and started tickling his sides as Donnie said.

💜:I see you're a bit paranoid, well you're in luck cause I your bestes older brother will help you overcome that!

He said as he continued tickling Mikeys sides making Mikey squirm as he giggled out in his bubbly giggles.

🧡:DhhHehehIii NohOHO!!!

Though Donnie didn't stop and continued recklessly tickling his younger brothers sides, while teasing.

💜: Micheal do you need a spelling lesson cause you defenetly don't talk with laughter.

Donnie teased, now tickling the boxers stomach, when Donnie realized Mikey had enough he set down his younger brother and patted his head. Mikey just smiled feeling relived.

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Cleaning Trash

Tw: A bit of body horror; this is post-micheal's scooping

Micheal: You're quite a giggle piece of trash.

Scrap Baby: Plehease..

M: Sis, my nerves are dead. You should know th-

woah, wait wait

M: HAH HAH HAH

[yourirridescantgrace]

Michealangelo vs the not so horrifying tickle monsters- rottmnt

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo, Raph and Donnie (in disguise) 

Summary: During a game Micheal the famous explorer gets caught up in ore than he bargained for. 

Michelangelo Hamato was the greatest turtle explorer in the world. He had explored all the places in the world where no one dared to go. And he was about to do it again. He was about to explore the gigglsome forest. A scary forest where whenever someone goes in. They don't come back. 

Of course Micheal will come back. He was the worlds greatest explorer after all. With his supplies and book of animal facts. He went inside the forest. His goal you may ask? To get a rumored golden feather that can draw any kind of map to anywhere. Micheal could only imagine the treasures he could find. 

He decided to press on before it got dark. He traveled not so deep into the woods when he heard a real noise. It was a deep growl. Followed by a giggle? That was strange. Micheal decided to go forward with caution in order to avoid getting caught by whatever that noise was. 

Two hours later he seemed to be lost in the forest. With no map to lead him through he guessed he had to make his own way through. He stopped in a second hiding behind a bush. He hears footsteps Who could be out there? Or what? He heard that mysterious growl and giggle once again. That was quite weird wasn't it? He decided to take a peek at what was out there. He lifted his head over the bush being careful to not make a noise. Thats when he saw something. He stiffed a gasp. 

There were not one not two but THREE huge monsters. One red, one blue, one purple, the red being the larger. All strange looking hair covering their whole body. And then an antennae on the top of their heads. With eyes glowing red. This gave Micheal a chill down his spine. He definitely doesn't want to mess with these guys. He better get out of here.

He turned and started to go out of the way out of the weird fluffy monsters. When all of a sudden he felt something grab his ankle. And he was pulled into the air with a THWACK!! And he yelped in surprise. As soon as saw the world upside down he knew he was trapped. Absolute silence filled the air. He knew he had gotten the attention of   those weird fluffy monsters. He all of a sudden getting lifted above the ground even more and carried back into the area of the monsters.

Being slammed on the floor Mikey looked up to see the three monsters towering over him. Their beating eyes staring down at him. With a hungry look on their face. He gulped. What was going to happen? He was so focused on their faces that he didn't realize that vines had grabbed onto his arms and legs. Putting him into an eagle pose. The monsters looked down at him. Their hairs standing up on end with two long tentacles appearing from each. They were going to tear him apart! 

The tentacles lowered to Micheal's pose. Surrounding his helpless body. He trembled in fear and closed his eyes. All of a sudden he felt the soft, fuzzy touch of the tentacles. some went to under his neck , two approached his armpits, one for each side. The same thing could be said for his sides and feet. And lastly one on his stomach. He clenched up wondering what was going on. He releases a little giggle. Wait what? 

Tickling sensations were all over his body. He wheezed a laugh and started giggling more. "hehehehhwhahahhatthehehehehhehehehahahhahahahhack?" Mikey squirmed in the clutches of the monsters. They were tickling him? 

"AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH WHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAH AAHAHAHAHHAHAHAARE THEHEHHEEHEHEHESE THIHIHIHIHIHIHINGS AAA!" Feathery tentacles all over his body felt overwhelming. But also kind of fun and exciting . He squirmed as he tried to escape. "EHEHHEHEHHEK! IHIHIHIH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOTAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA GEHEHHEHEHEHT OUUHUHUHUHT OHOHOHOHOHF HEHEHHEHEHEHHERE! AHAHAHHAHAHHAK! AAHHAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH EHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHHEHEEHHEHE!" He kicked his leg moving around the vines that held him down. He also moved around his arms when all of a sudden SNAP!

One of his arms were freed. The tentacles seemed to try and catch him. Worsenign the tickles and making it even worse. Using his free hand he broke open the other vine. Whoops now he was upside down. "AHAHHAHAHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" His feet were tied up still he pulled himself up and untied one of his feet. He kick away the tentacles and untied the other foot out. It was only a short fall. He imeadiantly pulled himself up and ran away. He ran as fast as he could until the monsters were out of their sight. This is when he had noticed that he was not near a cave. With a warm glow from the inside. He let out a silent gasp. 

That could be where the golden feather. He quickly ran into the cave. It was a short and awfully safe walk to the treasure room. Gold coins, lamps, jewels and so much more had filled the room. It was beautiful! Micheal explored the room for a few minutes. This is when he saw what he came for. The golden quil, on a small pedastool.  Mikey was careful to grab the quil. As he picked it up it released a silent pluck. Before he could do anything else he heard three huge roars! The monsters had caught up to him. He ran as fast as he could through the cave. The monsters gaining ground on him quickly. He turns a corner not paying attention to his surroundings when he tripped on a rock. 

"OOf!" He shouted hitting the ground. The monsters quickly approached him surrounding him breathing heavily. This was it. They were going to tickle him to the death! Or for the rest of his life! He didn't know. He shut his eyes bracing for impact-

"Boys!" Splinters voice interrupted the boys game. "Come help me with the food!" Splinter had gone out to get food to eat from a japanese restraunt. 

Mikey sat up as his brothers took off their fluffy blankets. "Coming!" They all called getting up from their spots going to assist their father. 

You see, the boys always play games when their dads not home. Today was Mikeys turn to be the main 'target' and the other three had to catch him. If the target gets away, he wins! If the other three catch him, they win. Mikey was not expecting the surprise tickle attack, but he guessed it was just his older brothers messing with him....

He'll get them next time. 

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hellfire au

God finds out

God: Micheal, you can’t marry a sinner, he’s a monster.

Micheal: but father, I love him.

God: he isn’t right for you, you know how much paper work he has compared to that h**ler guy?

Micheal: you out of all people should know what it’s like, you’ve seen it first hand.

God: which is why I’m scared.

-🐊

Let them be in love Big G, gosh.

[syscultureis]

oh goodie weird introjects!

Feral!Micheal Afton. Can barely speaks and communicates in barks, and only a couple alters can understand him. Also uses dog years,,

Mikke [A3!]. Character from the Great Sardine Search and speaks exclusively in cat puns.

Teresa. A freaking tree that Wilbur grew in headspace magically by mistake that's now sitting in our fronting room that he named Teresa and we have an introject of them.

Xanthe. Fictive of the Once-ler. Most likely formed after we watched the Lorax nine weekends in a row.

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[veryblushyswitch]

Hi! I saw that you were going to write a fic about this topic but this is more of a question. So that scene in the lost boys towards the beginning where Sam is running away from Michael and they run into Grandpa’s ‘man cave’, do you think that if they didnt get distracted and Michael would’ve caught Sam that he would’ve tickle attacked him? Cause when Sam was running away he didn’t seem worried that Michael was going to hurt him. He just seemed nervous and was laughing. What do you think?

I totally think that would happen! 😁 Micheal totally uses the fact that Sam’s ticklish against him whenever he can. Thanks for the sweet ask! Have an amazing day! 😁💖

[tick-fic-nick]

Lying and thievery

(People: Ranboo, Tubbo, Micheal)

Warnings: tickling, being stuck in clothing

Summary: Ranboos attempt to get back at tubbo embarrassing failed.

this is a platonic pairing

Ranboo was having to deal with his husband's crimes for far too long. Everyday Tubbo would steal a different hoodie or sweatshirt. Maybe that was an exaggeration but he didn't have that many! So it was finally time to do something about it.

So while tubbo was working with the nukes he put his plan into action. He made dinner for him and Micheal and then he took one of tubbos yellow sweaters and put it on. He expected that it would fit as long at he could get it over his head, and then would function as a crop top. He didn't realize that his arms would get trapped by the fabric near his head. Vision covered and arms stuck he realized that tubbo might not be home for hours.

Oh no.

The only person he could turn to was his son. He carefully made his way to the living room, making sure not to run into anything.

"Micheal? You there bud?"

There was a pause before he could hear a child's laughter in front of him. "Hi dada" He found himself smiling too.

"Hey Mikey, do you think you could help me out here?" He felt Micheal hug around his calf and took that as yes. "Ok, im going to sit on the couch, I just need you to help me get the shirt around my elbows and I think I can go from there."

He felt Micheal pull his pant leg toward where he could only assume was the couch. He followed. The couch came to meet him allowing him to sit down.

Micheal hopped up next to him, before walking to Ranboos lap and hugging around his torso. He realized that he probably wouldn't be able to reach where he was actually stuck. "Mikey how far up can you reach?"

He yelped when he felt tiny hoofed digits gently feel around his bare armpits. After the shock, he could feel his breath flutter. His arms wanting to fall but they remained stuck. He became very aware that he was basically shirtless right now.

"Ohokay Mikey... you can puhut your arms downn"

But he didn't, instead he moved around again cause giggles to build inside Ranboos chest, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Micheal let out a gasp. "Dada tickly?"

"M-michehehal!"

The small piglin made a happy squeal and began to poke and tickle the best he knew how. It wasn't a lot and Micheal was still a toddler but it still was very flustering for Ranboo, who couldn't see where the next attack would occur.

His giggles grew and so did his struggles, which only made his situation worse. He could feel himself sliding onto his side but Micheal just followed him.

"Mihihihikehehey plehehehease, toohohohoo tihihickly!"

That got the small piglins attention and he stopped his tiny assault. He climbed ontop of ranboos side and gave him a hug as his dad caught his breath.

"Okahay. Now cahan you help dad?"

"Mmhm"

Micheal made his way to the stuck shirt and after a good few minutes was able to get ranboo free. Once he was out, he stretched his arms and ruffled Micheal hair.

"Did you have fun tickling dada?"

Micheal only giggled as a response bringing his hands to his mouth.

"Well..." He sat up and looked at Micheal with playful eyes "I think it's time for someone else to be tickled"

Micheal squealed and hopped off the couch giggling as he ran away.

"Oh no you don't, get back here!" He playfully chased after him. Picking up his squealing little pig, he gently prodded at his tummy.

He brought him back to the couch and sat him down, turning on the TV.

"I'll be right back"

He walked to the next room and picked up on of his dress shirts to put it on. He rehooked the buttons, and tucked it into his pants. He then heard the front door open and Micheal scream "DADDYY!"

He walked out just to see Micheal get picked up into a hug with Tubbo and held him to his side. "Whats going on Mikey?"

Micheal cupped his hand together and whispered something into his ear. Which made tubbos smile turn evil.

"Well it sounds like you two had fun."

Ranboo felt his face warm, and tried to change the subject. "And your home early, it seems."

Tubbo went along, and walked toward the couch "Yeah, we got a lot progress done and we decided to call it a day."

Once he sat down ranboo leaned over the couch and placed a platonic kiss onto tubbos hair. "Well I'm glad your back home."

That seemed to be the end of it for Ranboo. They watched the rest of the movie, and then put Micheal to bed. It was just Ranboo and Tubbo. They put on another movie to watch. Ranboo sitting up against the arm of the couch, and tubbo whose body was facing his husband's, had his head resting on his chest.

Ranboo was almost falling asleep his head sometimes bobbing in and out of consciousness. Tubbo was occasionally waking him up for a part that was coming up in the movie. Like right now.

"Ranboooo" He whispered

No response

Raaaanbooooo"

"...."

He began to poke gently into his sleeping husband's sides. "Raaanbooo~" The end of ranboos tail began to slowly flick back and forth. And his steady breaths began to hitch. The smallers smile grew as he began to pick up the pace, still keeping it on his sides.

"Mmhmn hm"

"Boo? You gotta wake up. I have some questions for you~" the pokes turned gentle scribbling. He knew this wasn't a killer spot for his husband, but it was enough to wake him. Which it did.

Small giggles bubbled out of the half Ender Hybrid, his tail gently flicking side to side. Squirming slightly his hands came up to face "Tuhuboho! Ihim up im uhuhp!"

"Hello Handsome" His hands came to a stop. "Is this how Micheal got you? You were falling asleep?"

"N-No, uh that was different.."

"Different how?"

"Well..." Ranboo wasn't sure if he wanted to tell tubbo that he got stuck trying to wear one of his sweaters. "Thing is, I forgot." He decided to joke.

"What!? I know that's not how your memory thing works!"

"Nope, it totally works that way."

Tubbo paused as he leaned away from the hug squinting up at his husband "Your a lier. I can't believe I married a scoundrel!"

Tubbos false playful anger always was amusing to him, and he couldn't help himself from chuckling. Lucky for tubbo he couldn't see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh I'll give you something to laugh about!" He brought his hands up to his husband's ribcage scribbling at the lower ribs.

The taller jumped with a squeak and squirmed. Each touch sent electricity straight through him. "Wahahait wahaahahait ahahhahhhahah!"

"Ranboo do you admit that you lied!"

"Yeehehes! Okahay I lihihihied!"

"I KNEW IT!" He let his fingers explore a little lower to his belly. The giggles increased and so did squeaks. "Well, my beloved. I guess I have to tickle the truth out of you!"

Oh no

"Tuhuhuhbbohohoh! Pleheheheeahahase!" Ranboo hid his face in his hands.

"Please what? Please tickle the truth out of you, why I'd love to" He reached his hand up to an exposed armpit and scratched. That arm shot down to protect the area. "Oh no im trapped! I've got to find my way out!"

"Nohohohhoho GeheET Ohohout ohof thehhehereehe!"

"Oh I'm trying! Believe me!" He was not trying, he was just vibrating his fingers. This spot was always a good way to make Ranboo curl in onto himself. Tubbo got off of him, not letting up his assault. Ranboo curled up until his was laying on his side on the couch with tubbo sitting next to him, facing his back.

"Pleheheheheeheeahahse!"

Tubbo removed his hands, but leaned down to ranboos neck nuzzling it with his nose. He knew this was a melt spot, but it also flustered him quite a bit.

"Ahehehehhehehe tuhuhbooho!"

With one hand he pulled ranboos hands away from his face and the other snaked to the other side of his neck to lightly scratch. His whispered into ranboos ear "I can see l your blush all the way on your ear, it's adorable."

"Nohohhohot adohohorahahable!"

"I think you are~" tubbo removed himself from ranboos neck and began to rub his back and arm soothingly. "I also think your smile is great."

Ranboo brought his hands to his face again and whined. "Why do you like embarrassing me?"

"Because your cute"

After that, there was quite a long pause, where tubbo just kept rubbing his back occasionall yplaying with his hair. Ranboo finally broke the silence "...Hey tubbo?"

"Yes boo?"

Ranboo removed his hands from his face and looked at tubbo "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For avoiding the truth."

"Dude it's fine, I knew you were joking. Besides I just wanted the opportunity to tickle you." He spidered his hand for a second across his back to emphasis. Which earned a lopsided smile from Ranboo. "Buuuuut im still curious about what happened."

Ranboo sighed sitting up slightly and told him the whole story. Tubbo laughed "So I missed seeing you stuck in my sweater, by minutes? I should have walked home faster."

"Yeah, well it was one of your smaller ones. I could have fit if I picked out one of your bigger sweaters."

"Uh huh, yeah sure." Tubbo hopped up ignoring look Ranboo was giving him "Come on its time for bed" Ranboo didn't complain, he just let himself be dragged to bed.

And they both slept good that night.

[dannystheone]

Tickling Is NOT Goth!! (Lee Pete/Lers Micheal and Henrietta)

when I tell you my brain is ROTTING it is mush my god 

dude the goth kids are so underrated where is their love?? pete and micheal my boys <33 also micheal canon wasian representation please?? 

This fic was inspired by this video I’ve been watching it non-stop I love that little side and back spot he has: 

 https://www.tumblr.com/drgigglesmd2/710348157516660736?source=share 

love love love when people have unconventional tickle spots in random areas or when their tickle spots aren’t symmetrical to their bodies like only one side is ticklish or one knee is ticklish but not the other 

Also I’m sorry if anything is out of character we do not have nearly enough content of them in the show or the games I tried LMAO I just needed to get this idea out of my head 

WARNINGS: TEENAGERS SWEARING/SMOKING/PENTAGRAM DRAWING/RESTRAINT USAGE also long intro again IM SORRY 

THIS FIC IS PACKED SERIOUSLY IT’S LONG AS HELL

Henrietta is sick and tired of her brother tickling all his loud annoying ass friends when they come over to their house, so she declares that tickling is not goth and TOTALLY conformist. She conducts tickling tests on all the goth kids to make sure they’re not posers, and it’s finally Pete’s turn. 

I hope you like this! :) ALSO IN DOING RESEARCH FOR THIS I FOUND OUT HENRIETTA IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH!! 

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 “GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! Ugh, I fucking HATE it here!” Henrietta Biggle stormed into her bedroom and slammed her door shut. She held both sides of her head as if her skull were about to split open. 

 “I can’t take living in this conformist Disney fantasy-land house anymore.” Henrietta reached for a cigarette and lit the end of it, the flame blooming in her hand. Micheal and Firkle sat in their usual spots in Henrietta’s dark and ambient bedroom. Micheal scratched his brow before lighting his own cigarette and handing his lighter to Firkle. 

 “What else is new? Your parents reminding you you’ll never be the preppy straight A cheerleader they always wanted?” Micheal suggested. Firkle sucked in his nicotine deeply before handing Micheal back his lighter. Henrietta sighed as she released the cigarette smoke in her chest. 

 “It’s something worse. It’s my twerp little brother. He keeps inviting his friends over every day after school and gets into stupid tickle fights with them every time. Their laughter is sickening.” Henrietta blew out another cloud of smoke as Micheal rolled his eyes and leaned back against Henrietta’s bed. Gothic music played in the background of their conversation. 

 “God, my parents used to tickle me all the time when I was a kid. I hated every second of it. I vowed to never be ticklish again, and it worked. Now there’s nothing but pain and sorrow in my nerves.” Micheal said, as Firkle nodded his head. 

 “Yeah, tickling sucks my goth balls.” Firkle agreed. Henrietta sucked in her cigarette as she held her forehead in thought. 

 “You know what? I just thought of something. We should all agree that tickling is for Disney Channel wannabe’s, and if you’re ticklish like everyone else, you’re a good-for-nothing conformist. All that joyful laughter is off-setting my dark and sorrowful vibes.” Henrietta declared. Firkle and Micheal nodded enthusiastically. 

 “I agree. Not that I conform to your ideas or anything, but tickling has no place in the gothic mindset. You should be focused on clothing, music, cigarettes, and dread, not laughing and feeling happiness.” Micheal accorded. Firkle spoke up behind Micheal on Henrietta’s bed. 

 “We should make sure there’s no posers in our group. Everyone should undergo a test to make sure they’re not ticklish and truly goth.” Firkle suggested. Micheal turned to look at Firkle as Henrietta looked up at Firkle with an idea in her eyes. 

 “That’s good. I like that. I know I’m no Britney Spears douchebag poser like the rest of the kids at school.” Henrietta drug in a breath from her cigarette as Micheal blew out a cloud of smoke. He ashed the butt of the cigarette onto Henrietta’s carpet where the rest of the ashes were. 

 “Alright, let’s get started.” 

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 Pete Thelman stepped through Henrietta’s bedroom to see Micheal splayed on the floor with a pentagram drawn on his stomach. Candles were lit around the carpet where Firkle sat on Micheal’s left and Henrietta sat on Micheal’s right. Henrietta held a black book with one hand and a cigarette in the other. Not the weirdest thing he’s ever walked in on, but it was certainly unexpected. 

 “Oh, we’re summoning today? Goth. Who’s the spirit?” Pete asked as he took a seat by Henrietta at Micheal’s side. Micheal craned his neck up to see Pete as Henrietta turned to Pete. 

 “Oh Pete, thank the Dark Lords you’ve come. You’re just in time for your Test of Faith.” Micheal got up off the red rug in the center of Henrietta’s room and threw his shirt back on. Pete furrowed his brow as he lit up a cigarette and tossed his hair out of his eyes.  

 “Test of Faith? What is it?” Henrietta set her book down as she turned to face Pete fully. Micheal sat back down by Firkle as he lit up his own cigarette. 

 “Well, we decided that we’d all rather puke our brains out through our noses than associate with any people that are ticklish. Too much joy and laughter for a gothic setting. So we’re going person by person making sure that no one is ticklish in the group.” Pete listened intently before he choked on his cigarette, the smoke burning his throat from the sudden announcement from Henrietta. Pete coughed and sputtered and beat his chest with his fist while the goth kids watched silently. 

 “You good, Pete? You never choke on cigarettes...” Firkle asked. Micheal watched Pete suspiciously. Pete threw his hair back out of his eyes as he nodded wordlessly. 

 “I’m good, I just...wanted to feel alive. Feeling so lifeless and numb every day can be a drag.” Henrietta nodded affirmative as she reached for Pete. 

 “Firkle, Micheal and I have already had our turns.” Firkle lifted his shirt and showed the pentagram drawn on his stomach. “I’m not showing you my stomach, but you get the point. Come on, we have to see if you’re not a douchey conformist poser-” Pete backed up from Henrietta and stood up suddenly. The kids watched with a close eye as he swallowed. 

 “Uh- yeah, of course, I’m no Justin Bieber wannabe. I just...let me reapply my eyeliner first.” Pete left hurriedly for the bathroom, ignoring Henrietta’s mother when asked if he was okay in the hallway. Henrietta and Micheal met each other’s gaze. 

 “Okay...he’s acting jumpy. You don’t think he’s a preppy conformist infiltrating our group, do you?” Henrietta questioned. Micheal shook his head as he stood up and put out his cigarette. 

 “Can’t be. I’ll go see what’s up with him.” Michel left Henrietta’s room and rapped his knuckles on the door to the bathroom. He could hear the water from the sink running on the other side. 

 “Pete? You good in there? You need any help applying the-” The door opened suddenly, a panicked expression on Pete’s face. Pete grabbed Micheal’s shirt and drug him into the bathroom, earning a small yelp from Micheal. 

 Pete released Micheal when he shut and locked the bathroom door and ran his fingers through his hair. “Dark Lords above and below, Micheal, what the FUCK am I gonna do?! I’ve been ticklish ever since I was a kid, I’m gonna fail the Test of Faith and get kicked out of the group and be forced to eat lunch with the rest of the Barbie and Ken conformists at school, just because of something I can’t control-” Micheal reached out and held a hand on Pete’s shoulder, causing Pete to look up at his friend. 

 Pete had a small smile on his face. “Pete, it’s okay. I’m ticklish, too. So is Firkle and so is Henrietta. They just kept their laughter inside, as did I. It’s not that big of a deal.” This seemed to calm Pete down for the moment. Pete tossed the hair out of his eyes as he took a step back from Micheal’s hold. 

 “So, what is this for, then? Just another way to separate us from the happy-go-lucky conformists?” Micheal shrugged as he leaned against the wall of the bathroom. 

 “Naturally. I’ll try and go as light as I can with the tickling, it’s mostly Henrietta being pissed off about her brother again. I doubt if you actually slip up and let out a laugh or two she’ll actually throw you out. You’re one of the only real goth kids at school and not a preppy conformist dork.” Pete nodded wordlessly as he shut off the water in the sink. Micheal gave him an understanding nod back. The two boys left the bathroom and sat back down in Henrietta’s room. Pete’s chains on his clothing twinkled as he sat in the center of the room. 

 “Pete, go ahead and take off your shirt. We’ll mark your body with the ceremonial sigil.” Henrietta directed. With cheeks tinged pink, Pete went ahead and started unbuttoning his shirt. Thank the Dark Lords the room was lit with dim candle light. The pock marks on Pete’s face also followed across his shoulders and littered down his spine. They flickered in the candle’s shadows. A small patch of hair grew underneath his navel.

 “Dark Lords above and below, we beseech your guidance as we subject our fellow cult member through a Trial of Faith, and ascertain if he is worthy of us.” Henrietta held a black book in one hand as she guided Pete to lay on his back on the red rug. The chains on his jeans jingled gently as he laid back and shifted on the rug. She was handed a body-safe marker from Firkle, and uncapped it. Pete swallowed as he held the material at the sides of his pants.

 “Free us from clouding judgement, unlock our true vision, and charge us with your unforgiving power. We beg of you that you help us see past our current relationship with our fellow cult member, and reveal his true nature.” Henrietta set her book to the floor as she took hold of Pete’s bare side to keep him steady. Pete tossed his hair back as he looked to the ceiling and held his breath, until he felt the marker tip on the top of his sternum. 

 It was a slow arcing drag down his left side to create the circle for the pentagram, which was hard to keep still for, but not impossible. Okay, this wasn’t too bad. Just keep breathing and everything will be fine- 

 The marker drug over the tops of his hips, which made him suck in his breath. Pete winced as he held onto the air in his chest as the marker arced up and over his right side. There was a tender spot by his upper hip leading into his side and back. The marker drew right through the middle of it. Pete twitched as the marker hit a nerve, causing the marker to mess up its lining. 

 “Ugh, Pete, what the fuck?” Henrietta looked down at Pete, as did Micheal and Firkle. Pete swallowed as he held onto his pants tighter. 

 “My bad, my bad. Uh...coffee burp.” He said lamely. Henrietta rolled her eyes as she continued the circle for the pentagram. Pete tossed his hair back as the rest of the circle was finished. It wasn’t too bad aside from that one random spot. Pete breathed in cooly as Henrietta picked up her black book. 

 “So, am I supposed to lay here or-” Henrietta shushed Pete as he started to talk. 

 “You’re not to speak, ‘accused’! You’re on trial.” Henrietta exclaimed, and picked up the marker again. Pete’s breathing hardened as he felt the teasy trace of the marker draw lines all over his front. He set his jaw as Henrietta drew connecting lines that formed a star over his ribs and all of his stomach. The lines going through his stomach were the worst. Micheal noticed that Pete’s stomach dipped in as he held his breath while the marker drew over his belly button. 

 Finally, after what felt like hours, the pentagram was finished. Pete silently released his pent up breath while Henrietta and Firkle weren’t looking. Henrietta traced a black candle above the pentagram to cleanse it with its smoke. 

 “Yeah, okay, cool. Now that that’s done, flip on your front so we can draw the second pentagram.” Pete looked up at Henrietta with a confused face. 

 “Second pentagram? You didn’t say anything about that.” Henrietta raised an eyebrow. 

 “Is there a problem, ‘accused’? You hiding something from us?” Henrietta questioned. Micheal and Firkle looked down at Pete expectedly. Pete sighed as he begrudgingly rolled onto his belly, his back exposed to the air. He rested his cheek on his forearm as he felt the warm closeness of the candles around him. 

  “Micheal, you draw the second pentagram. I drew the first one because I’m the first participant to the trial. You draw the second one so you can be the second participant.” Micheal nodded and uncapped the marker. Pete turned his head to the side to face Henrietta from his position. 

 “Wait, there’s gonna be two people tickling me? That doesn’t sound-” Henrietta smacked Pete’s bare shoulder with her gloved hand. 

 “Shut UP, ‘accused’! You’re not to speak! God, how many times do I have to fucking say it!” Pete threw up his hands as he turned halfway on his side to get a better view of Henrietta; his jean chains jingling everywhere he turned. 

 “Well you can give me some better fucking information before you decide to cover me in smoke and pentagrams! I have no idea what the fuck is happening! Is this even correct protocol in the Book of Summons?” Pete pointed at Henrietta’s black book. Henrietta’s words were caught in her throat as Micheal answered for her. 

 “She’s making it up as she goes along. It sounds convincing, but it’s not based on anything real in the book.” Henrietta snapped the book closed as she pointed at Micheal. 

 “Shut the fuck UP, Micheal! We’re purging any and all undercover preppy douchebag conformists in this group one way or another! If I have to hear another laugh filled with joy and happiness, I’m gonna claw my fucking eyes out!” Henrietta shouted. Despite her clear frustration, the boys seemed bored and disinterested. Pete just wanted to get it over with already. 

 “Fine. Micheal, go ahead. I’ll show you I’m no Mickey Mouse corporate conformist.” Pete tossed his hair back as he lay flat on his stomach, and Micheal held onto his shoulder blade to keep him steady. Pete stiffened as Micheal arced the marker over his shoulder blades, which was bad, but not the worst. The marker trailed down through his back ribs and over his hip dimples, which was all manageable. 

 Pete let out a small sigh of relief as the circle was almost finished, then let out a strangled surprised snort as the marker cut through that weird side-back spot. Pete jolted to the side as the marker cut through his nerves, but played it off as if he was just adjusting his positioning on the red rug. 

 “Pete, quit it.” Micheal said. Pete didn’t answer as Micheal completed the circle, and started filling in the pentagram star. This wasn’t too bad, aside from his shoulders and down his spine. But Pete held in his breath better than he thought. There was a moment of silence as Micheal picked up the burning black candle and cleansed the pentagram with smoke. 

 “Alright, the dark hour has come. You better not be ticklish Pete, or you’re gonna be hanging out with the vamp kids on Monday.” Henrietta said in an accusatory tone. Pete sucked in a quick breath as he suddenly felt very exposed. With no shirt on, one tickler on either side of him and his arms folded underneath his chin, his knuckles tightened in his grip. 

 “I’m ready. I’ll prove I’m truly soulless and feel only pain and misery.” Pete tossed his hair back before Micheal and Henrietta scooted closer to him as Firkle watched from the bed. Pete swallowed as he felt fingers skittering on his bare sides. He wouldn’t think about the fact that there would be twenty fingers crawling, itching over him for who knows how long. There were gonna be maggots and bugs in his grave waiting for him for the rest of eternity, so this could be like- goth training.  

 If it stayed this light, Pete might just able to pull it off. Micheal’s fingers were long and thin with short nails, while Henrietta had polished back acrylics. Oh Dark Gods, he’d forgotten about that. And Henrietta was sitting on his right, where that weird sensitive side spot was. Those two facts would not mix well. As long as she stayed away from that with her pointed nails, he should be okay. 

 “Firkle, you keep an eye out for any movement. You let us know if he’s squirming or anything.” Henrietta instructed. Firkle replied with a “Will do” as Pete felt wriggling fingers travel up his ribs and down to his hip. His jeans sat at his waistline, causing his hips to be exposed. He should have adjusted his waistband before they started. 

 Pete twitched as Henrietta ventured too close to his open underarm. Firkle pointed a finger at Pete. 

 “He moved! I saw him!” Pete shot Firkle a venomous look. 

 “It’s cold in here, dumbass! I shivered!” Henrietta rose an eyebrow as she scratched the hollow of Pete’s underarm. Micheal’s light tickling halted momentarily as he watched Pete’s reaction. Pete bit down on his hand, hidden from Henrietta’s view as she rippled her acrylics up his tricep and down his ribs. Ugh, those were killer. It was so hard to stay still and keep his arm raised.

 “Hmm, not very goth of you if you’re affected by just the ceiling fan. But then again, it’s better to be cold-blooded and have ice in your veins.” Henrietta mused. Firkle was gonna be a problem if he kept such a close eye on him. Pete didn’t know what to do, this situation was so bizarre. Micheal continued his side of the tickling, his fingers just fluffing over the skin and not actually pressing in. 

 Henrietta’s nails started tracing over Pete’s back and skittering down his spine. Pete grit his teeth as forced himself to stay in place. To make it look like Micheal wasn’t taking it easy on him, Micheal started exploring Pete’s back as well. His fingers scritched in between his shoulder blades, which made Pete snort. 

 “Pffmt-” Pete’s head ducked reflexively. Oh crap. Pete looked up to check if he was in the clear, but found Firkle staring daggers down at him. Pete side-eyed the kindergartner. “What? I sneezed. Something in the Book of Summons against sneezing, Firkle?” Pete questioned. Firkle slowly relaxed his gaze while still keeping a watchful eye as Pete set his chin back down to his arm. 

 Henrietta’s nails grew suspicious about that messed up lining of the pentagram near Pete’s lower side. The fact that the lining was messed up by him both times the marker passed by that spot...

 She reached down and gave it a few scribbles with her fingers. Pete’s eyes widened as he jolted and slammed his head into his folded arms; sputtering noises heard from his little hidey hole. His shoulders jumped with his muffled spluttering as Henrietta kept scritching into the spot. 

 “Oh come on! He’s gotta be ticklish there? You fucking kidding me?” Firkle pointed out. Pete shook his head from inside his arms while Henrietta took her hand away. Pete craned his neck up, desperately clinging to a little composure. 

 “N-no no, it’s super...dusty in here. I sneezed again, that’s all.” Pete didn’t know how many more lame excuses he had left in him. Micheal sighed at Pete’s left. He was so fucking transparent...

 “Well, what do you think, Henrietta? He’s not looking that ticklish to me.” Micheal spoke. Oh thank the Dark Lord above, please let this end, Pete thought. Henrietta shook her head, her necklaces swaying with her. 

 “It’s way too early to tell. He could be keeping it all trapped inside very easily. Pete, go ahead and roll on your back so we can test the front of your body.” Pete’s brain fired off alarm sounds from all directions. Crap!! He’d totally be given away without his arms to cover his face! But what else could he do? 

 Just be a man, just be a fucking man you can do it... Pete wordlessly rolled onto his back, his jeans jingling from the chains as he moved. His front pentagram on his stomach was a little smudged from laying on it. Henrietta produced some handcuffs from behind her back, which made Pete’s eyes bug out from behind his hair.  

 “We’re gonna have to apply these as well. As per the ritual, we need to make sure that you’re not protecting yourself in any way so we can see if you’re truly what you say you are. A numb, soulless goth devoid of happiness and feelings.” From what Pete could tell, those handcuffs hailed from the back of a Spencer’s and not a satanic crafting place. However, they would have him much more exposed than what he already was. Pete took a shaky breath and tossed his hair out of his eyes. 

 “Whatever. Like I care. I feel nothing but dread and non-conformity.” Henrietta smirked down at him from his answer and started latching his wrists into the handcuffs. She placed the silver handcuff link behind Pete’s neck to keep his wrists in place. With this, Pete still had full range of motion and could remove the handcuffs from around his neck at any time, but it would be incredibly obvious that he was protecting himself from a spot he didn’t want to be touched. It also kept his arms up and out of the way for full access to his front. 

 “Alright Pete, this is the final test. You pass this, you’ll stay a goth kid and an eternal servant of Satan. You ready to prove yourself to the Dark Lord?” Pete nodded numbly as he looked up to the ceiling. He breathed in deep as Henrietta’s fingers dug in worse than before. Pete let some air escape his lips, a small “pffmt-” let out before he sealed them shut and screwed his eyes tightly. Firkle and Micheal watched Pete’s face as Henrietta scratched over Pete’s stomach, her nails scribbling over the black lines of the pentagram. 

 Pete’s stomach started shaking as he laughed in his throat. His face was getting hot. Ugh why did he have to wear these hot jeans all the time- Micheal’s hair poof shook gently as he moved his fingers up and down Pete’s torso, from his underarm to his top hip. Every time Micheal scribbled up to Pete’s underarm, Pete’s elbow dipped down from its place to try and protect the spot. Pete was getting more and more wiggly. He knew he was ticklish as a kid, but this was ridiculous. How could a child of Satan be so sensitive? 

 “You better not be fucking ticklish, Pete. If you are, I’m seriously gonna sacrifice you to the Dark One.” Henrietta noticed Pete’s increased reactions to their fingers, and his twisted face of concentration. Pete would curl up on his back every now and then, flexing his stomach with his friends fingers running over it. Pete’s nose wrinkled as his eyes screwed tighter shut to keep his laughter in. 

 “Nothing to say, Pete? Speak if you have no laughter in your chest.” Henrietta ordered. Fucking bitch. Pete grunted as he swallowed all the laughter he possibly could while Henrietta and Micheal’s fingers still worked over his torso. 

 “Pfft- mmph- T-Totally cool! N-Nohothing but daharkness- mmhmph- ahand despair!” Pete spoke out, as instructed. He clamped his teeth down in a pained grimace as his eyes squinted in forcing his laughter in. Henrietta wasn’t convinced for a second, and Micheal knew she wasn’t, either. Henrietta’s gaze trailed down to the messed up lining of the pentagram on his right side. She wasn’t gonna hold back this time. Micheal followed her line of vision and knew this was trouble. 

 “Henrietta, he spoke like you wanted him to. He went through the whole trial without saying a word. Isn’t that enough?” Micheal asked. Pete opened his eyes and watched the two while he gathered his breath. 

 “Stop defending the possible conformist, Micheal! Do you want a traitor in our cult? Do you want our secrets spilling to the corporate big-cats and have us sent to a work camp for not conforming to society? We have to be as sure as possible there’s no Disney, Barbie, La La-Loopsie, Justin Bieber wannabe’s in this gothic society!” While Henrietta was ranting to Micheal, her hand reached down to Pete’s lower side spot and started scribbling in it with as many acrylics as she could fit. Pete broke down almost immediately, no matter how hard he wanted to keep it contained. His elbows shot down reflexively to try and cover that spot, when his arms were stopped by his own neck. 

 “Pffmmhmt- ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha- Hehenrietta-hahaha stohohohop!” Pete’s laugh was on a tad higher register than his regular speaking voice. It physically sounded like a tickle laugh, it was fluttery and consistent. Henrietta sneered down at Pete with a disgusted face. 

 “I should have known. You were always the sensitive one of us, Pete. I knew you were a backstabbing douchey poser. So, how long have you been an informant to the conformists of the school? Was it before you joined us, or did you turn into one afterwards for some kind of reward?” Henrietta questioned. Pete brought his knees up to try and cover his side, but his shoes slid down to slam on the carpet. He repeated this a few times out of reflex and self-preservation. 

 “I- ahahahaha! I’m nahahahat ahahan informahahant! Thahat’s tohohotally lahahahame!” Pete’s hair fell in his face as he laughed out earnestly at his tickle spot getting- well tickled. Henrietta sighed as she picked up her cigarette stick and took in a drag. 

 “You know what’s really lame, Pete? The fact that I can make you fold with just one hand while you sit here and pretend you want to be a fearless servant of Satan for the rest of eternity. What’s the Dark One going to think when he’s given such a poser to serve in his eternal army?” Just to prove her point, Henrietta used Pete’s momentum against him as he was rolling on his back. She let him roll onto his left side so his right side could face upwards and expose itself further. Henrietta scribbled her fingers along Pete’s side spot, and delved further into the spot as the nerves trailed along his back. Pete spazzed out as he bucked and laughed out sincerely. 

 “AHAHAhahahaha! Stohohop- stohohohop! Plehehease!” Micheal rested his cheek on his fist as he just watched now. Pete’s face was full of light, and the most expression Micheal’s ever seen on it. He had to admit, a smile looked good on Pete. He admired how his eyes screwed up every time he laughed hard enough, and the way he tried to shimmy away from Henrietta’s harmless tickles. It was...cute. 

 “Oh, begging now, are we? Not surprising. You’ll be begging for mercy on your knees before the Dark Ones when we sacrifice you for being a liar. I mean, why would you sell out for monetary and material items when you can serve such a higher power?” Henrietta asked in her monotone voice while Pete laughed boyishly. Even Firkle was smiling, the sound was infectious. 

 “I dihihihihidn’t sehehehell ohohohohout!! I’m nohohot ahaha fucking confohohormist!!” Pete arched his back trying to escape from Henrietta’s fingers in his back-side spot, and brought his right knee up to help himself try and roll away. He managed to roll about 95% on his front, which was a horrible decision. 

 Henrietta could now use both hands on the spot since it was so accessible. She curled her fingers into the underside of the spot while her other hand squished the top of the spot on his back. Pete cackled out heavily and shot his knee down to roll onto the right side where the spot was located, but Henrietta’s hand was still trapped in-between the spot and the red rug. 

 “AAA-hahahaha! Gohohohohod stohohohop! Get off mehehehehe!! Micheahahahal hehehehelp!!” Pete begged through his laughter. Micheal sighed as he lit up a cigarette. He was gonna need a couple after the day he’s had. 

 “Henrietta, lay off. He’s ticklish, so what. Doesn’t mean he’s a backstabbing wannabe.” Firkle scrolled through his phone, already moving on to the next thing. It seemed Henrietta was the only one who cared anymore. 

 “Are you fucking serious, Micheal? You seriously want this ticklish, childish little twerp defending you in the war against the conformists? It’s so easy to crumble all of his defenses, isn’t it? He’s full of weakness. Makes me sick.” Henrietta commented, but it seemed her commentary was making Pete laugh harder. Pete managed to roll onto his back, forcing Henrietta to take her hands back so they wouldn’t be squished. Pete breathed out shakily as he tried to regain his composure, but Henrietta wasn’t finished. 

 She tried scratching her nails down Pete’s front, over the lines that made up his pentagram, but he only let out a few breathy giggles. His smile returned to his face as he tried bucking off her hands with his hips. Micheal rolled his eyes as he put down his cigarette. 

 “That’s the point of being human, Henrietta. We’re human until we die and turn into badass servants of the Dark Lord to serve in his army properly. Until then, we’re stuck with our decaying mortal bodies. So cut Pete some fucking slack, alright?” Micheal groaned as Henrietta refused to listen to him. 

 “At this point, I’m just thinking you’re in an alliance with Pete with how much you want to defend him. Are me and Firkle the only real goths in this whole group? The rest of the group is filled with Disney corporate informant posers?” Henrietta asked no one in particular. Pete breathed out of his mouth before Henrietta scribbled her fingers in Pete’s side-back spot once more. Pete burst out laughing, his stomach flexing with his giggles. 

 “Sta-hahahahap! Gehehet ohohohout ohohof thehehere! Aahahahaha!” Pete’s cheeks were dusted pink as he brought his knees up again to try and defend himself. Henrietta broke through his defenses quite easily and hauled him up to prop his back halfway up her knees. Henrietta’s acrylics scribbled into Pete’s tickle spot with fervor. Pete laughed out sharply as he twisted and tried wriggling away. 

 “Ahahahahaha!! Dahahahark Lohohohords sahahahave mehehehehe!” He yelled out. Pete’s kicking legs knocked over one of Henrietta’s flaming candles as he tried to escape his predicament. Micheal groaned as he reached over and picked up the candle and set it on her drawer. 

 “Oh, begging for help from the Dark Lords that you betrayed? What a douchey thing to do.” Henrietta angrily dug her pointed acrylics into Pete’s abused tickle spot, which made him cry out with laughter. It was such a light sound in such a dim setting. 

 “AA-HAHAHA! Fuhuhuhuhuck! Stohohohohop plehehehease!! Ehehenough ahahahalready!! It hurts!!” Pete winced as Henrietta scribbled over the same tender spot. Pete knew that he was laughing hard and it was a happy sound, but he was starting to get angry himself. 

 “Alright Henrietta, you want this place to go up in smoke with Karate Master Pete over here? Let’s just call it quits.” Micheal picked up his cigarette as Henrietta stubbornly shook her head. Micheal was getting pissed off now. 

 “He’s clearly working for the vamp kids, Micheal. You know he is. Either the vamp kids or the Disney Channel. You wanna answer to either of them and serve on your knees like a crawling maggot? I don’t think so.” Henrietta looked down at Pete’s face, his expression screwed tightly shut with a wide smile. “Tell us who you’re working for, poser!” She demanded, and squished both hands in his back spot. The arc of the pentagram on his back started smearing from all her tickling in that one area. 

 “Ju-hahahahaha! Just listehehehen to mehehehehe!! I-hehehehee! I’m nohohohot a gohohohodahahahmn confohohormist!” He yelled out, clearly getting tired from all this exertion. Henrietta couldn’t even understand what he was trying to say anymore. She sighed and rolled him off of her, leaving him panting and twitching on the floor. 

 “Just get out of here before I really do sacrifice you on my alter. There’s no room for Nazi cheerleaders in this group, Ken doll.” Henrietta spat at him. Micheal reached forward and unlatched Pete’s wrists from the handcuffs; Pete rubbing the back of his neck where the link of the handcuffs rubbed. 

 “So...so that’s it? You’re just gonna kick me out like that?” Pete asked, his hard breathing shown in his bare chest. Henrietta rolled her eyes as she picked up her cigarette. 

 “Don’t try to come crawling back to us after you betrayed us, Judas. You sold out for Disney dreams and look where it got you. A horribly sensitive mortal body that could never serve in any eternal army. You’ll just rot in the ground, where you belong with the worms.” Henrietta took out her phone and started scrolling through it. Pete breathed hard and raked his fringe out of his eyes. 

 “You know what, Henrietta? Fine. I don’t have anything to hide from you. I would never sell you out to the soulless fat-cats at Disney, or to the wannabe vamp kids that are our mortal enemies. But I’m not gonna sit here and have you judge me for how I was created.” Henrietta looked up to Pete as he held a hand over his bare chest. “I’m sensitive, I’m mortal, I’m on Earth and when I die,  I’m gonna be reborn in R’lyeh, the Sunken City, serving Cthulu. And as long as I’m here being human, that’s never gonna change. With or without you.” 

 Pete stood up from his knees, now with the attention of everyone in the room. He picked up his shirt and started buttoning it up with a nimble quickness. Henrietta stood up suddenly and looked to Pete. 

 “Pete, wait. I’m...” Henrietta fumbled with her words. Pete rose an eyebrow as he watched expectedly. Micheal and Firkle watched as well. 

 “I...I guess it could be considered goth the fact that you laughed against your will and felt helpless and trapped in that particular situation. Kind of like I feel helpless and trapped in my fantasy island household.” Henrietta fidgeted with her fingers behind her back. 

 “Also, it’s super non-conformist of you to not conform with the rest of the group, cause we all didn’t laugh through our trials, but you did. Hardcore goth.” Micheal added. Pete looked to the floor with an amused smile on his face. 

 “And when we’re dead serving the Great Old One, He’ll favor you for your honesty and bluntness.” Firkle piped up. Pete finished the buttons on his shirt with a smile still on his face, but tried to return back to his stoic, disinterested face. 

 “Thanks, everyone. I’d never sell you out for monetary value or momentary reign on this Earth. We’re totally gonna take over the world one day with all the gothic powers of darkness at our disposal and steep the world in 1000 years of sadness. And we know exactly how to filter out the true goths, from the conformists.”