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@nosestealer​​ said: yes, it's true! chihiro gets a small kiss on top of the head from lou ellen because she is the cutest baby sister and lou ellen loves her very much, indeed!

MELODIOUS    was    the    childlike    giggling    that    erupted    through    the    air    as    she    received    a    press    of    a    kiss    upon    her    head.    little    heart    was    genuinely    JOYOUS    at    the    gesture    from    her    big    sister    !    

(    QUICK    QUESTION:    does    chihiro    love    lou-nee    too    ?    )    

as    a    response,    lithe    arms    immediately    wound    around    the    older’s    figure,    enveloping    her    in    the    BIGGEST    HUG    she    could    ever    give.    

(    THE    ANSWER:    one    resounding    big    YES    !    )

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Day 12 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

DAY 12 DARLINGS LET'S GET ON THIS LET'S GO GO GO WOOOOOOP LET'S DO IT!

Now, I think we can all agree that Christmas is very much filled with class, elegance and beauty. From glittering decorations on Christmas trees, to the uniqueness of each and every snowflake that falls during the season. However….Christmas also harbours some of the most tacky things in existence, but the fact that its Christmas makes us love it all anyway. I am talking of course, about Christmas jumpers. These gaudy eyesores that are celebrated the more obnoxious and disgraceful they are is probably one of my personal favourite parts of the season. They frankly are just wild….just like a pair of brothers I know actually; namely….the Demon Hunting Jims. The pair were sat on the floor of their office/cozy room, giggling as they watched Gooper roll around on the floor in delight in the forest green Christmas jumper that they’d both fashioned for him.

‘Doho you like it buddy?’

The eldest, known at Ouija Board Jim (or Ouija for short), asked with a grin, to which Gooper replied with the happiest string of gurgles and squeals known to man and goop. He was just rolling and hopping about as he relished in the soft wool surrounding his goopy form, overjoyed that someone had even thought to bring him into this tradition of Christmas jumpers. At his happy sounds, the younger, meeker Night Vision Camera Jim (or simply, Camera Jim for short), giggled.

‘Ihi think that’s a yehes…’

Camera Jim pet Gooper happily, smiling at the creature happy purrs as he wiggled into his touches. His older brother watched fondly; he adored the beacon of innocence that was his little brother, despite their spooky line of work, he never strayed from being an innocent little bean. Soon, Gooper gave both brothers little grateful nudges, before rolling out of the office giddily, beyond eager to show all the other egos the pretty gift. Camera Jim smiled as he looked on after the little glob.

‘He’s such a cutie…’

Ouija Jim snickered softly, and ruffled Camera Jim’s hair as he teased.

‘Just like you basically Jim.’

Camera Jim pursed his lips, batting his brother’s hands away and fixing his hair as he muttered under his breath.

‘A-Am not…’

Ouija Jim always teased him like this, Camera Jim sometimes felt like his brother just lived to try and embarrass him and emphasise on their 13 minute age difference. Ouija Jim grinned and retorted to his brother’s mumble.

‘Says the Jim with the cute snowflake jumper, snowflake themed socks, and squishy baby cheeks.’

Camera Jim’s mouth opened and closed indignantly as his cheeks gained warmth, like he was doing an impression of a flustered goldfish. So what if every Christmas since they were kids he liked to wear a snowflake themed jumper? It was certainly no grounds for mean teasing like that! And frankly the comment about his slightly less chiselled face was just SO uncalled for, it wasn’t his fault he was one of the few Jims with a baby face!

‘D-Don’t be mean, I-I can’t help my face!’

Camera Jim pouted, and took the mature decision to shuffle around on his butt so he had his back to his brother, and his arms folded, totally not like he was in a little strop. Ouija Jim couldn’t help but aww at him as he shuffled up to him, nudging his shoulder fondly as he crooned.

‘Awwww I didn’t say it to be mean! You’re a soft cutie-pie and we love you for it!’

Camera Jim let out a huff as he blushed even more, mumbling as he bowed his head.

‘B-But it’s embarrassing! I’m always gonna be the baby Jim w-with the baby face…’

Ouija Jim’s expression softened, and he decided to lean his head softly against his brother’s arm as he replied.

‘Hey now, even if that’s true, that’s not a bad thing!’

Camera Jim hugged his knees, his voice going even quieter.

‘Isn’t it?’

‘Hey! Of course it isn’t, you know that Jim!’

Camera Jim softly whined, making his brother frown. When he teased his brother about his baby face he always meant it endearingly and lovingly, h never meant to hurt his feelings or make him feel bad! He shuffled so he was sat in front of his brother now, and Ouija Jim cupped Camera Jim’s cheeks in his hands fondly as he spoke with a soft smile.

‘C’mon, what’ll it take to cheer you up?’

Camera Jim merely shrugged, keeping his gaze averted. Ouija Jim nibbled his lip in thought, trying to think of something that would lift his brother’s spirits…and as his eyes flicked over his little brother’s snowflake-covered Christmas jumper, he had an epiphany. A memory. A memory of a little family game. Ouija Jim grinned and whispered.

‘…what if we play your favourite Christmas game?’

Camera Jim’s eyes suddenly widened as his gaze snapped to his brother, before he then looked around the room for a moment to see if there was anyone else there or nearby. When he saw that there wasn’t, Camera Jim tentatively looked back to his brother, and fiddled with his jumper sleeves as he mumbled with a meek, hopeful smile.

‘….d-….d-doyoumeancountingsnowflakes?’

Ouija Jim smiled and nodded, and felt warmth build up in his chest as he saw all hints of moroseness fall away from his brother’s face. The game Counting Snowflakes, was a very special festive game….and it was a tickle game. Ever since they were little at Christmas, Camera Jim always wore clothes covered in depictions of snowflakes, with no exceptions, and a game had developed wherein Ouija Jim tried to count all the snowflakes on his brother’s festive jumpers or pyjamas (always resulting in Camera Jim getting tickled to smithereens, which he absolutely loved). It was Ouija Jim’s favourite game to, because he got to tickle the hell out of his adorable little brother like nobody else could; he smiled fondly down at Camera Jim now.

‘Do you wanna play?’

Camera Jim blushed a bright red now, just because the whole thing was so childish, but he nevertheless nodded bashfully. Ouija Jim kissed his brother’s forehead softly with a chuckle.

‘Okey dokey, now you lie down Jim, I feel like this is going to be a loooong game….’

Camera Jim let out a bashful giggle, lying down almost immediately as he grasped and fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper giddily, any past sad thoughts gone as the anticipation of his brother’s amazing, teasy tickling filled his flustered mind. Ouija Jim got up on his knees and loomed over his brother, humming and musing as he looked over him.

‘My, my, what a lot of snow we’ve had!’

Camera Jim giggled harder as his brother’s goofiness, whining into his hands which he kept bashfully at his face; Ouija Jim was trying seriously hard not to melt a his brother’s cuteness right now. He hummed once more, before teasingly stroking down his brother’s upper arms as he cooed.

‘I think starting at the top is the way we have to go little Jim! Now then, one, twooo, three….’

Camera Jim was encased in a proper giggle fit now as his outer biceps were tapped and traced with the gentlest of tickles, giving him goose-bumps and chills all over.

‘O-Ohohoho jeheheez….’

Ouija Jim grinned at how this was all already affecting his brother, how we already smiling and blushing up a storm. Ouija Jim thought back to all the other times they’d played….and how as his brother’s love for tickles grew, the game became a way for him to ask for it without him getting too embarrassed. Ouija Jim knew Camera Jim was loving every second, and so was he.

‘Having fun Jim?’

He cooed, making Camera Jim nod bashfully and cutely.

‘U-Uhuh huhuh….’

Ouija Jim’s grin widened as he kept tickling his brother’s upper arms, and he teasingly lowered his voice as he spoke.

‘I don’t remember your arms being this ticklish….this isn’t a tickle spot you forgot to tell me about, is it?’

Camera Jim squeaked at the playful threatening tone in his brother’s voice, and shook his head giddily with wide, innocent eyes.

‘N-Noho ihit’s nahat Ihi swehear Jim!’

Ouija Jim chuckled and kissed his brother’s forehead again.

‘Okay, okay I believe you….’

He cooed gently as Camera Jim hummed happily, before he let his fingers slide down to drum at his little brother’s tummy. Camera Jim gasped as his giggles went a much higher pitch very quickly.

‘J-J-Jihihihiiim!’

Ouija Jim smirked as he softly shushed his brother, before leaning right down over Camera Jim’s tummy as kept up the teasing tickling.

‘Shhhh Jim I’m trying to count! I don’t wanna have to start all over again!’

Camera Jim squealed and squealed, desperately hiding his face in his hands as his tummy became the victim of pokes and scratches. Every time Ouija Jim spotted a snowflake, he gave it its own, special little tickle….and let me tell you, there were a lot of fricking snowflakes.

‘B-Buhuhut ihihit t-tihihickles Jihim! Ihihit tihihickles soho muhuhuch!’

At Camera Jim’s sweet whines, Ouija Jim felt his heart swell, but he knew he had to maintain his role as tickler. So, he hardened his pokes and let out a dramatic gasp, leaning his head against his brother’s jumper clad tummy.

‘What? Are those the snowflakes talking? My name is Jim, what a pleasure it is to meet you all!’

Camera Jim was an absolute mess of squeals and snorts as he lightly kicked out, his body starting to writhe from the tickles as he cried out desperately at the teasiness.

‘NAHAHA JIHIHIIIM!’

Of course, being the evil older brother he was, Ouija Jim kept it all up. Not only did he poke the snowflakes at his brother’s tummy, but he got the ones up and down his sensitive sides too.

‘What was that snowflakes? Sorry, there are so many of you it’s hard to hear what you’re saying; oh, can you perchance tell me how many of you there are?’

Camera Jim spluttered desperately. He was so flustered, and yet at the same time he was just having the absolute time of his life. His giggles were hysterical, boyish, and entirely filled with adorable joy.

‘JIHIHIMMY NUHUHUH TEHEHEASIHING!’

Ouija Jim let out a laugh, dropping his façade as he giggled fondly along with his brother, poking his sides repeatedly as he cooed.

‘But you always love when I tease you Jim! I remember when we were little, you’d always squeal sooo happily when I talked to the little snowflakes on your tumtum!’

….Camera Jim was a mess of embarrassed squeals. Why did he have to bring that up? That was so unnecessary and embarrassing and evil! His eyes were wide and watery with flustered happiness as his arms flailed with his flustered energy.

‘OHOHO MY GAHAD JIHIM SH-SHUHUHUSH!!’

Ouija Jim snickered fondly, and had mercy on Camera Jim, reaching to stroke his hair softly as he giggled.

‘Ahaaawww why? Someone getting flustered?’

Camera Jim whined, peeking up at his brother through his fingers as he nodded amidst his residual giggles.

‘M-Mahaybe…’

Ouija Jim gave his brother a few minutes to catch his breath, and just relished in seeing him half-hiding his face and letting out the occasional flustered whine. Ouija Jim knew he probably shouldn’t pit him against the rest of their siblings…but in his mind, he was just the cutest Jim in existence. As he saw Camera Jim’s breathing settle, Ouija Jim smirked and leaned over him.

‘Now ah….I couldn’t help but notice that you have a few snowflakes on your feet…’

Camera Jim gasped into his fingers, his feet scrunching as he suddenly remembered that not only was he wearing a festive jumper….but festive socks too. Ouija Jim grinned, raising a playful eyebrow down at his brother as he teased.

‘Would you like me to count those too Jim?’

Camera Jim whined into his hands cutely, god he just felt like flustered child again and it was all so embarrassing…but at the same time, it was all that Camera Jim wanted, he was so happy…and squeaky as he replied.

‘…yesplease…’

Ouija Jim’s grin stretched into a gleeful smirk…and he wasted no more time. He dramatically dove backwards onto his brother’s legs, and used a pointer finger per foot to scratch devilishly at every little snowflake he could see on his brother’s soles.

‘Well with manners like that, how can I not tickle you?!’

Camera Jim was a squealing, frantic mess of laughter instantaneously as he laughed into his hands.

‘AHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!’

Once again, Ouija Jim was using every ounce of willpower to keep on tickling and not melt from how sweet his hysterical brother sounded. His hysterical laughter hadn’t changed one bit since when they were children, it was so high-pitched, bubbily, sweet, and almost inhumanly precious.

‘Ahahaaaww, do someone have ticklish feetsies? Does da ickle Jimmy have ticklish footsie wootsies?’

Camera Jim’s arms were flapping about once more in the wake of the tickling and teasing as he giddily nodded and cried out.

‘YEHEHEHEHAHAHA YEHEHES!!!’

Ouija Jim eagerly hardened his pokey scratches, focusing on the little snowflakes at the balls of his sweet brother’s feet as he cooed in the teasiest baby voice he could muster.

‘What a cute tickly baby boy you are! I could tickle these feetsies forever and ever and ever, they’re just so cute and ticklish!’

Camera Jim was a flustered mess, and honestly if I was in his position I would be the exact same.

‘EHEHEHEHEE NAHAT FOHOHOREHEVER JIHIM!!!’

His cry was filled with tender squeals as his mind raced at the notion of eternal tickling, a terrifyingly fun thought. Ouija Jim chuckled at his exclamation as he purred.

‘Not forever? Are you sure Jim?’

Ouija Jim chuckled fondly as he turned his head to see his brother nodding with frantic adorableness.

‘YEHEHEHES AHAHAHA!!!’

Ouija Jim hummed for a moment, because what kind of older brother would he be if he didn’t drag this all out right to last second? When it came to it though, he did have mercy with a fond grin in place.

‘Alright, maybe not forever, not this time anyway…’

As soon as Ouija Jim sat up, releasing his brother’s feet, Camera Jim hurried to curl up as he gasped and giggled into his forearms; he was just the image of cute happiness right now. Ouija Jim immediately hugged his brother to his chest, stroking his hair gently as he crooned.

‘How was that Jim? Were those some good tickles?’

Ouija Jim felt happy warmth bubble in his tummy as Camera Jim gazed up at him and nodded, replying giddily.

‘They w-wehere the behest tickles Jim!’

The two brothers eagerly snuggled, the elder one mumbling happily.

‘Cute little squish.’

Camera Jim giggled, no longer upset by the nickname…because he knew his brother was saying it with all the love in his heart. They stayed like that for a while, because who doesn’t love a good snuggle session? I know I do. After about 20 minutes or so though…a ping sounded. It was a notification on Ouija Jim’s phone, a reminder…and he gasped when he read it.

‘Jim! It’s time! It’s time for us to summon that festive demon Pink Jim told us about!’

Camera Jim gasped and squeaked with excitement, hurriedly sitting up.

‘You mean the Scrooge demon?’

‘Precisely Jim! I’ll get the summoning apparatus!’

‘I’ll get the cameras Jim!’

The two brothers then hurried about their summoning business, as excellent, talented demon hunters do…and as good brothers do, together.

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