#tickle fights

[veryblushyswitch]

Really craving some playful tickle fight, platonic love filled tickles right now 🥲💖

[giggly-squiggily]

Fireworks Beneath Our Feet (My Hero Academia)

Happy New Year!!!! 2025- holy canoli! :D Since I didn't write a Christmas fic last year, I decided to make something for the New Year! I hope you like it :3

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Summary: It's New Years Eve. Bakugou and Todoroki decide to celebrate together.

Bakugou didn’t care much for winter holidays. 

There were some good things that came out of them. Having classes off was always nice, and he’d be a liar if he thought Eri in her little Santa outfit wasn’t the cutest thing in the world. 

He also liked eating; the food was always good- especially Shoto’s sister’s cooking. He had a whole new list of recipes to bribe out of her next time he visited the Todoroki household. Besides that though- he didn’t care much for it all.

What he did look forward to however was New Years. Especially fireworks.

How he loved fireworks.

“Come on, Icy-hot! It’s not even that cold up here!” Bakugou called behind him, pushing the roof door open with a shiver. Okay-maybe it was cold up there, but whatever. “We’re gonna miss them if you don’t hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Why are you in such a rush- they always go off exactly at midnight.” Todoroki reminded him as he came into view, arms full of things. “We’ve got at least half an hour.”

“Half an hour my ass- you know time moves differently in the dorms!” There were so many people to navigate past, not to mention the stairs they had to climb. If they left too late, they’d miss the show. “Here- I’ll take some of that.”

“Did you forget your arms are already full? Go ahead- I’m fine.” Todoroki caught the door with his hip, shivering as the wind cut through his jacket. “Not that cold my butt.”

Soon they were set up- a warm blanket spread beneath them with another thrown on top of their laps. A thermos hot chocolate sat nearby, two mugs filled to the brim with marshmallows and cream steaming in their gloveless hands. Todoroki made it a point to sit on Bakugou’s right, his left side acting as an impromptu furnace to keep them toasty. They were ready to go- now was the hard part. Waiting.

“Are you warm enough?” Todoroki asked after a few minutes, seeing Bakugou shiver. He leaned in closer, pressing their shoulders together. “Let me know if you need more heat.”

“I’m fine- ugh, why do they drag it out? It’s the best part of the freaking year!” He tapped his fingers impatiently against his mug, watching the sky for any sign of light. It was only then he felt the shoulder against him shaking. “What?” Bakugou asked, narrowing his eyes at the growing smile on his boyfriend’s lips. “What is it?”

“Nothing- truly. I just think it’s cute how excited you get over things like this.” Todoroki grinned, watching Bakugou blush. “It’s sweet- you’re like a little kid.”

“Bah, what do you know?” Bakugou huffed and turned away, a clear pout forming on his lips. Todoroki chuckled around his mug, taking a sip before putting his and Bakugou’s aside. He wrapped an arm around him again when he started to shiver. “I’m not some brat..”

“I know you’re not. You’re an amazing hero who actual kids look up to and admire. When we reach Pro and you make your official debut, you’re gonna have tons of fans.” He kissed Bakugou’s chilled cheek, feeling it twitched with a restrained smile. “Of course, I’ll be your number one.”

“You’re gonna pull a Deku and collect all my merch?” He asked, laughing some when Todoroki nuzzled his neck and ears with his chilled nose.

“Sure. I’ll have a whole museum dedicated to you and your merch.” He gently poked him, feeling Bakugou twitch. “Wall to wall, floor to ceiling of your face for all to see. Historians will find it after we’re gone and wonder to themselves: “Just who is this handsome man?”, and I’ll rise from the dead and go “He’s mine- back off!””

“Ghe-ehahahahahhaa, thahaht’s so creheheheheepy!” Bakugou laughed, falling into Todoroki’s chest as he swatted at the hands tickling him. “I’ihihihll bloohohow it ahahah up behehefore I dihihie. I whahahant yoohohou to stahhahay dead wihihihth mehehehe!”

“Erasing yourself from the narrative, huh? I’ll have to invest in explosive-proof walls.” He snickered alongside the blonde’s giggle fits, his touch incredibly light as not to draw anyone’s attention to them. Call it what you want, but he liked having Bakugou all to himself in these moments. “Maybe I’ll have it built in the clouds, or on the ocean floor. You’ll be really popular among the mermaids.”

“Thohohohose fihihihsh cahahan suhuhuck it!” Bakugou cackled, feeling ticklish from both Todoroki’s touch and the insane thought. Late hours sure knew how to bring the silly out of them. “Oohohohonly yohohohou geheheht me, yohohou here? Ihiihhih’m yoohohhours!”

Todoroki sucked in a breath, pausing his tickles. “Say it again.”

“Whahaht?” Bakugou blinked, confused. “Ihi’m yours?” Then he went bright red, covering his face with his hands. “Gahha! N-No, don’t fucking lohohok at me like thahaht!”

Todoroki was just as red, his heart racing a mile a minute. Such simple words, but they meant the world to him. “Like what?” He leaned down, gently pawing at Bakugou’s hands until he could meet his eye. “Tell me, Kats. How am I looking at you?”

“Shoto..” Bakugou knew where this was going. A part of him wanted to hide away knowing how his emotions would so easily show on his face. Another part of him wanted Todoroki to just say it already.

“Look at you..like I love you? Cause I do. You’re my whole world. The night sky and the stars above.” He leaned down and kissed Bakugou’s brow, smiling against it. “I’m so forever grateful to have you in my life.”

“Ugh, you’re so fucking sappy!” Bakugou growled, earning a laugh. He looked up at the moon for a moment, finding the courage to say what he wanted- no, needed to say. “I love you too. If I’m your night sky, you’re the sun that comes over the horizon. You make my path in life bright when I need it most. You make me so damn happy, even when you’re being annoying about it.” Todoroki let out a wet laugh at that, kissing his brow again. “Now stop kissing my face and kiss my lips already, you half-and-half bastard.”

“So swoonworthy.” Todoroki did as requested, kissing him fully. His lips tasted of cocoa and marshmallows. He smelled like winter air and firewood at the same time. Bakugou nearly lost himself entirely to such a simple but soothing gesture.

The familiar whistle cut through the air when they pulled apart. Bakugou practically sprinted out of Todoroki’s lap and to the roof fence as the sky exploded. “Look! Shoto, look, it’s happening!”

The sky was a rainbow of shimmers, fireworks popping above them in a breathtaking lightshow. Bakugou leaned against the roof’s edge, standing on his toes and breathing in the smoke-tinged air. If he stretched his hand out, he swore he could touch them- grab them in his hands like falling stars.

A warm hand brushed against his, and he made short work collecting it- intertwining their fingers. Forget falling stars- he was holding the brightest one of all now.  “It really is beautiful.” Todoroki breathed beside him, just as awestruck. Bakugou let out a laugh as he leaned into his boyfriend, watching the twinkling flames dance.

“We’ve probably missed the countdown, but Happy New Year, Shoto.” He felt Todoroki lean back into him, resting his cheek against his spiked out hair. “Thanks for making this year a good one.”

“You too. Thank you for loving me.” He heard him whisper back, bringing their conjoined hands up to kiss Bakugou’s knuckles. “Happy New Year, love.”

Thanks for reading!

[trashyswitch]

Day 6: Cuddles

Kremy and Gideon sit down, just the two of them together as they eat gumbo, reminisce about family moments and tickle each other till the evening come.

A little less late for this one...but I had a reason this time. I went to a friend's wedding that day, and couldn't upload as a result. So regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Kremy added the diced peppers, the yellow onion, and the cloves of garlic to the pumpkin pot before stirring the gumbo around. The gumbo looked like a thick stew, with a mud-like roux. When it looked stirred up enough, Kremy pulled out the cajun seasoning and spun it in his hand before shaking some around the top of the stew. He continued to shake the seasoning with his right hand as he stirred with his left hand. 

“Lookin’ good, Kremy.” Someone said behind him, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

Kremy smiled and put the cajun seasoning into his left fingers before pulling the person closer and kissing his lips. A few moments later, he broke the kiss before saying “Thought you could walk away, Gid?”. 

“Eh, figured I couldn’t.” Gideon admitted. 

Kremy took a spoon and gave Gideon a small bit of the gumbo. “Spicy enough?” He asked. 

Gideon tried it and hummed eagerly. “Mmmm! That’s perfect!” He reacted, giving Kremy the spoon back. 

Kremy took the spoon and placed it aside, replacing the spoon with a new one before trying it himself. “Mmm- That’s good.” He said, putting the second spoon down. 

Gideon sat down and watched Kremy cook the gumbo for a little longer, before it was served in bowls. 

“Is this the gumbo you grew up with?” Gideon asked, taking Kremy’s bowl for him while letting Kremy sit himself down beside him. 

“Yeah, it is.” Kremy sat down beside Gideon before taking his bowl. “My Maw would always make this gumbo whenever I was sick, or down on my luck. She’d make it extra spicy too, because she knew it would make my stuffy nose run.” Kremy told him. “And…cause she knew I liked spice.” Kremy added. 

“Fair enough.” Gideon responded, taking in another mouthful of gumbo. 

“Yeah…My maw was pretty good.” He admitted. 

Gideon smiled. “I’ll bet.” He took another bite of the gumbo. “What else did your Mom do when you were down?” Gideon asked. 

Kremy took another bite of the gumbo as he reminisced about his mother. “She used to tell me stories of how my parents met, and some of the date nights they used to have.” Kremy told him. “She also used to tell embarrassing stories about my Dad, and would actually encourage me to ask Dad about them.” Kremy told him, laughing a bit. “It was so funny seeing him get all flustered and worked up.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon smiled and laughed a bit. “Wow…I think I’d feel pretty betrayed too.” He admitted. 

“And if I got him worked up just enough, he would chase me all around the house. If I ended up caught, he would ‘nibble away at the fibs’, as he called it.” Kremy explained.

“Nibble away…at the fibs…” Gideon asked. 

“In other words…tickle me.” Kremy admitted. “He would pretend to nibble at my belly.” Kremy admitted. 

“Oooh, like the ‘Om nom nom nom’ sounds…” Gideon replicated the sound as best he could. 

Kremy yelped and covered his mouth. “AH-!” A small smile filled his cheeks. “Y-Yeah…like that.” He said, his voice going up an octave. 

“Was that accurate?” Gideon asked. 

“Yehes! Too accurate!” Kremy admitted. 

“Too accurate, eh?” Gideon smirked slightly. 

Kremy chuckled awkwardly. “Dohon’t you even think about it!” He warned. 

“Think about what?” Gideon asked. 

“Trying it!” Kremy yelled back. 

“I wasn’t going to!” Gideon reacted. 

“Okay, good.” Kremy muttered, trying to get the pink on his cheeks to go away. 

A couple moments of silence filled the air…Only for Gideon to look towards Kremy with a growing smirk. “But on the other hand-” 

“DON’T!” Kremy pushed his face away, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “I swear!” Kremy reacted. But Kremy’s smile told Gideon everything. If Gideon did go ahead with it, then he wouldn’t really push him away. Not intentionally, anyway. Knowing him, he’d probably just let it happen. 

“You swear?” Gideon asked. “And what would your Dad do if you swore?” Gideon asked, gently taking Kremy’s half-filled bowl of gumbo. 

“H-He’d-” Kremy mumbled. The warlock gator was struggling to hide his face as his cheeks grew more and more scarlet. Part of him wanted to run away. But the other part of him wanted to see how playful Gideon can be. It was a vicious cycle in his head that he was struggling to fight. 

Gideon took in a big breath, scaring Kremy in the process. In no time at all, Gideon shoved his face into Kremy’s shoulder and started making the nibbling sounds while tickling his sides. 

“GIHIHID- HAHAhahahaha!” Kremy squeezed his eyes shut before wiggling around in his grip. “Gihihid, come ohohohohon!” Kremy whined. 

“What’s this? Is this code for “tickle me more”?” Gideon asked him. 

“Whahahat?!” Kremy wiggled around and waved his arms, unsure if he should cover up his sides, or push Gideon’s face away. 

“Om nom nom nom nom nom nom.” Gideon said playfully. His nibbling sounds were positioned straight into his ear, making his flustered face even worse. Maybe that was the reason why his Paw used to tickle him? 

“Gihihihid, stohohohop!” Kremy said through his laughter. 

“Stop what?” Gideon asked him. 

“Tihihickling mehehehe!” Kremy told him. 

“Nom nom nom- yes, I am tickling you. Thanks for the wonderful insight, Kremy.” Gideon teased, before going right back to the nomming sounds. 

“Yohohou suhuhuck!” Kremy told him. 

“Nom-nom- Are you sure about that? Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-” Gideon asked him. 

Kremy had been handling the playfulness rather well. Sensing he could get him back, Kremy spun himself around as fast as he could, and tickled Gideon’s sides back. 

“Wha- Oh FUHUCK! GAHAHAhahaha!” Gideon dropped his composure and immediately started curling up. “Nohohohoho! Nohoho fahahair!” Gideon reacted. 

“What do you mean ‘not fair’?! You started this! And I’m ending it.” Kremy leaned in and started doing the nibbling sounds as well. “Om-nom-nom-nom-nom! Om-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!” Kremy imitated, sounding slightly like his father. “You thought you could embarrass me and get away with it?” Kremy asked. 

“Nohohohoho!” Gideon replied. 

“That’s what I thought.” Kremy said as he stopped his clawed fingers. When he was done, Kremy sat himself up and picked up his gumbo before taking another bite. Though the gumbo had cooled down, it was still relatively on the warm side. Kremy watched Gideon pick up his own bowl and finish his gumbo as well. 

When he was done, Gideon put his bowl down and snuggled himself into Kremy’s chest. Kremy widened his eyes and looked at him, but softened his expression when he saw how comfy he looked. 

Gideon’s face looked calm, and quiet. He looked really comfortable around him. This was a striking difference compared to how Gideon acted when he was first getting to know the Fire Genasi. 

Kremy wrapped his arms around Gideon and held him close. When this happened, he saw Gideon open his eyes and look up at him. “You okay?” He asked. 

Gideon looked at him and smiled a little bit. “Yeah…” He nodded his head. “I’m okay.” He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. 

Kremy rubbed his arm and back gently. He wanted to make sure Gideon felt safe and secure when laying in his arms. And it seemed to be working well for him. Gideon’s usually tense body was slowly easing as his breaths grew slower and quiet. His hardened demeanor and hotheaded outward appearance was gone…

Gideon looked so peaceful…

it was…almost beautiful. 

“Do you ever miss your parents?” Gideon asked. 

Kremy shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes, yeah…” He admitted. 

“Mm…” Gideon looked up at Kremy. “Did you feel…comfortable when you were with your parents?” He asked next. 

Kremy smiled. “Sometimes, yeah.” The gator admitted. 

Gideon smiled. “I feel really comfortable around you.” Gideon admitted. “Maybe that means I consider you family?” He asked him. 

Kremy looked down at Gideon and smiled brightly. “I consider you family too, Gid.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon smiled and hugged him just a little tighter. “Thank you…” He told him. 

Kremy rubbed his back gently. “You’re welcome.” He replied. 

Gideon looked up at Kremy, before smirking slightly. Sensing a little opportunity, Gideon started to poke and prod Kremy’s side. 

“aAh- Haha- Gihid- NAHA!” Kremy immediately started getting him back. 

“Gahahaha! Dohon’t you dahahare!” Gideon ordered, squeezing his side. 

“Whadda ya mean- KKHAAHAHAHA!” Kremy laughed, desperately trying to get him back. 

“Yeheah! Laugh it up, little- WAHAIT- SHIHIHIT!” Gideon instinctively started to curl up and hide his tickle spots. “NOHOHO!” 

“Yohou giving up?” Kremy asked, wiggling a finger into his belly button. 

“Yehehe- BAHAHA! YEHEHES! YES, IHI GIVE UHUHUP!” 

“You gonna kindly stop tickling me now?” Kremy asked him. 

“YEHEHES, IHIHI WIHIHILL! NOHOW STAHAHAP!” Gideon yelled. 

“Alright, alright.” Kremy stopped his fingers. “Good.” He told him. 

“Jeeheeheez…Ihit’s scary how well you can do that.” Gideon admitted. 

“Do what?” Kremy asked with a smirk. 

“Tickle people. It’s almost scary.” Gideon clarified. 

Kremy smiled and poked his side. “Just know that I’m always ready for a fight whenever you tickle me.” Kremy warned. 

“Just like your old man?” Gideon asked. 

“Exactly like my old man.” Kremy concluded with a proud smile. 

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Soo sunnyy i think you guys didnt have a good tickle fight in a while maybe youll win this time XD

(Fairy au)

"Oh it's never been about winning--it's always been about having FUN together!" "Winning's cool, though." "You've never won once." "That could change, buster-"

[weegee-simp69]

Mario’s Doom (with giggles)

{The gang are all having a sleepover, and Mario gets caught up in something he was a little too cocky about.~}    

      Luigi invited Mario and Peach over to Bowser’s castle for a sleepover. One reason he did this was because he thought it’d be fun and nice to all be together since the peace treaty, and another because he needed Mario to see how Bowser actually was in his normal environment with Luigi since Mario was still very wary about them dating even though it’s been half a year.

They had never found the time to do something like this with both the brother’s monarch partners always being busy. It was the weekend and both Peach and Bowser finally finished up enough of their work for a few weeks to have some down time. So, Luigi decided it was the perfect time to try to invite his brother again. (He had tried multiple weekends beforehand.)

Mario and Peach arrived with a duffel bag of clothes and other sleepover essentials that afternoon. They were staying the night then the whole day tomorrow.

     The afternoon and that night went great. Mario got along with Bowser surprisingly well, albeit verbal stabs at each other here and there. It was a bit later that night, and they were playing Scrabble. Luigi and Peach were great at it. Bowser and Mario? Not so much.

“Why did we have to choose a game that challenges my English skills?” Mario asked.

“I think it’s fun,” Peach said.

“Yeah because you’re good at it,” Mario replied.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m on your team. ..Butter.” Peach placed down the tiles that spelled the word.

Bowser placed down two f’s under the E in butter, “..eff,”

“Eff?”

“Yeah that’s how you spell the letter F, right?”

Luigi sighed with his head in his hands, “Bowser, sweetie..”

An hour into the game, Luigi and Bowser won because Luigi began to take over.

“We win,” he stated, raising his arms tiredly.

He yawned.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s only nine, Weeg. Come on, sleepovers are supposed to last all night!” Peach exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not meant to heheh!” he giggled, stretching.

“If he’s going to bed, I’m going,” Bowser said.

“Ugh fine.. me and Mario will just watch a movie together.”

“Cool, remote’s on the nightstand in the guest room next to ours,” Luigi said.

They all said goodnight, and went to their respective rooms.

     Mario was cuddled with Peach about half an hour into the movie they were watching when they heard a loud scream followed by muffled noises they couldn’t make out.

“Lu?!” Mario exclaimed, jumping up.

Peach followed after him, just as worried.

Mario opened the door, and quickly took a few steps towards Bowser’s door.

“Bowser! Stop please!”

Mario’s panic rose. He didn’t even knock on the door, he just tried the lock, and swung it open. His adrenaline was high, and he was ready to beat the fuck out of Bowser for hurting… Luigi?

He rushed through the doorway, then stopped in his tracks when his mind registered the sight before him. Luigi and Bowser in their bed. Luigi in Bowser’s lap with his arms above his head and one of Bowser’s hands stopped on his side. Mario noticed Luigi panting, but smiling, and letting out little giggles.

“Oh. Hey. Sorry, he gets loud,” Bowser broke the silence.

“..W-what are you?.. doing?” Mario asked, his mind still reeling from ‘ready to fight’ adrenaline.

Bowser and Luigi shared a look of embarrassment.

“…tickling him,” Bowser said.

If a koopa could blush, he would’ve been red.

Mario couldn’t help the slight grin on his face at seeing this, and Bowser being so embarrassed.

“Oh, well then carry on,” he shrugged, turning around.

Bowser’s embarrassment immediately dropped, and he wrapped his arm around Luigi’s middle.

“W-wait! Mario help me-HEHEHEHE!” he gasped.

Mario turned back to see Bowser skittering his fingers along his little brother’s side. Luigi snorted, and kicked his legs, giggling madly. Mario stood there watching with a smile.

“M-MAHAHA- MARIO HEHEHELP!!” Luigi screeched as Bowser lifted his shirt up and squeezed his belly.

Mario walked closer to the end of the bed. He thought as he watched Luigi’s legs kick out in front of him. He could help, or stand and watch.. or…

Without another thought, Mario grabbed Luigi’s left ankle.

Luigi gasped, “d-dON’T PLEHEHEASE!!”

Mario ignored his plea and ran a finger down his bare foot before spidering all his fingers all over it. Luigi threw his head back cackling.

“Haha! Seems I have a helper. Your own brother betrayed you, Luigi. I knew you had some evil in you, Mario!” Bowser laughed as he squeezed Luigi’s hips.

“Only if I get to hear my brother laugh,” Mario giggled.

Luigi blushed darker from Mario’s sweet talk.

“Thahahats- that’s so crihihinge!” Luigi squeaked.

Mario fake gasped, “cringe?! Did you just call me cringe?! Oh that’s it!”

He hopped up on the bed, and dove his hands under Luigi’s night shirt, scribbling his belly. Luigi squealed, and twisted in Bowser’s grasp trying to escape the tickly fingers coming at him from all sides.

Bowser nuzzled his snout in Luigi’s neck, and blew. The rippling air made Luigi shriek and fall into silent laughter for a second before hiccuping back into loud cackles. Mario saw this, and did the same on his tummy. Luigi snorted and his laughter fell silent once again. Both finally let up on him, letting him take a normal breath.

     “Well, look at that,” Bowser grinned, “we do make a good team, Mario.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mario rolled his eyes playfully.

Bowser let Luigi roll off of his lap, and lay on his stomach on the bed, panting.

“Oh come on, don’t make me get you, too!” Bowser threatened wiggling his fingers before waving him off.

Mario couldn’t deny the chill that went up his spine.

“Pfft, as if! I’m not even ticklish.”

“Y-yes.. he is,” Luigi panted from beside Bowser, laying on the bed.

“I am not! Also, really? Threatening me with tickling? It seems my brother’s rubbed off on you, and made you soft,” Mario teased cockily, smirking.

“Soft?! HA! You don’t even know who you’re talking to! I can literally be a tickle monster,” Bowser said proudly.

“See! Even you saying that with such pride shows how soft and childish you’ve become!” Mario grinned wider.

Both of them knew this was playful, mean banter.

Bowser looked at Luigi beside him, and Luigi nodded with a wink.

“Well, if tickling is so childish.. then I guess that means, it doesn’t affect you,” Bowser said, his voice suddenly shifting to very teas-y.

Mario scooted back on his knees on the bed a bit. He tried to still act confident, but the heat he felt in his face told him he was failing miserably.

“N-nope! Not at all actually, so don’t even bother,” his voice cracked a little.

Bowser smiled, and without warning, swiped his hand at him, grabbing Mario by the collar of his pajama top. Mario squawked, and pulled back, but it was no use. After fighting Bowser for a few years, one would think Mario would be able to get out of his grasp or outsmart him, but this was different.

He wasn’t being threatened with violence, he was being teased and threatened with tickles, so his body and mind didn’t sense any danger meaning his adrenaline was non-existent making it quite simple for Bowser to grab his arms, and pull him into his lap.

Mario was sat on the koopa’s leg with an arm wrapped around his middle.

“Bowser! S-stop! Don’t even think about it! Luigi help!” Mario pushed on the arm around his chest to no avail.

He had never been so weak against the koopa king. Why couldn’t he fight properly?! It had to be magic, a spell! There was no way he was actually this weak.

“It’s okay, Mario, he just wants to play,” Luigi chuckled, talking as if Bowser was a wild animal.

“What’s the matter, red? Can’t escape the tickle monster? Too bad,~” Bowser almost purred.

Mario felt his face heat up even more and form a wobbly smile, but he tried to shake it off.

“L-let me go!”

“Nah, your cockiness needs to be knocked down a few pegs,” Bowser said.

“Says you!” Mario spat, kicking his legs.

“Ah, see, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re too cocky for your own good.. now, let’s see if we can say the same about your ticklishness.~”

     Before Mario could respond, Bowser grabbed his wrists in one hand, and lifted them above his head. Then began very lightly squeezing his side.

Mario gasped, and held his breath, squirming slightly. He tried to act like it wasn’t getting to him, but again, failing miserably. He hoped Bowser would give up, he should’ve known better. It was only going to become worse.

Bowser skittered his claws up his side, spidering into his armpit. Mario snorted, but squeezed his mouth shut tight. After another ten seconds of this, Bowser stopped.

Mario took a deep breath of relief.

“Well, this is no fun..” he sighed.

Mario sighed, too, hopeful Bowser would just push him off his leg.

“..guess I gotta pull out the big guns,” Bowser finished.

The color in Mario’s face drained, then returned a deeper shade of red.

Oh god no what does ‘big guns’ mean?

Bowser reset Mario on his leg as he had slipped down a bit. Before Mario could ready himself, Bowser dug his fingers into his hip, squeezing rapidly. Mario squeaked, and arched his back. He quickly sucked the laughter that threatened to spill back in, but he was tittering on the edge of breaking. Both Bowser and Luigi knew that.

Speaking of, Luigi would’ve joined in tickling Mario as revenge, but now he was intrigued as to how Bowser would break him.

“I know you’re ticklish, Mario.. just because you try to act all big and tough around your Princess, doesn’t mean you actually are. So just let it out. You know you wanna laugh, little man. Go ahead, let out all that laughter just waiting to jump out,” Bowser had leaned close to his ear, talking in a low voice.

Mario shook his head frantically, and pulled on his arms. Bowser stopped. Mario slowly opened his eyes, panting. Then Bowser’s free hand turned into a claw shape and wiggled towards him. Mario knew where it was gonna land, and prepared the best he could.

All of that was thrown out the window after Bowser started talking again.

“I know you can’t hold back longer, shorty. Come on, I know you’re gonna let out all that laughter for me.. why not sooner than later? Better watch out.. I’m gonna… GETCHA!”

“..pFTTAHAHAHAHAHA NO STOP PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA!!” Mario screamed as Bowser’s hand quickly darted to his tummy, squeezing and scribbling it.

His scream soon dissolved into loud, high pitched cackles.

“There it is!! Kitchy kitchy coo! You’re so much more ticklish than I thought! I should’ve done this ages ago!” Bowser gleamed.

Mario squirmed, and kicked his legs, trying to move away from the devious hand, but it only followed his movements. Bowser shoved his hand under his shirt, squeezing his belly, and scratching a claw around his belly button. Mario tried to shrink away, pulling his legs up towards his stomach, stomping his feet on Bowser’s knee. Bowser simply squeezed his kneecaps, and reached his hand around to skitter on his foot making Mario screech. His laughter reached a new height from this. This piqued Bowser’s interest instantly. He let go of Mario’s wrists, letting them flop to his sides, grabbed both his ankles in one hand, and tickled all over them with the other. Mario wheezed, tears forming in his eyes.

“PLEASE IT- I-I’M SENSITIHIHIHIVE!” Mario laughed.

“Sensitive huh? You mean you’re ticklish? I can see that! Especially that squishy belly of yours. You and Luigi have that in common I see,” Bowser teased, hand moving back to poke his belly.

“OH MY GOHOHOD STOP HAHAHAHA!! LU, HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Sorry, bro, but I think you kinda deserve this,” Luigi smiled.

Mario had since fallen over out of Bowser’s lap, but couldn’t pull his feet away. In fact, they had been put in an arm lock. He beat his fists on the bed, and tried to pull himself up to grab onto Bowser, but the tickling was just so intense it drained his adrenaline immediately.

“S-SOMEWHEHEHEHERE ELSE PLEHEHEASE IT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

      Bowser stayed there for another thirty seconds before finally letting go. Mario took this as an opportunity to curl away from him. This sadly didn’t last long when he felt Bowser grab his hips, and pull him back.

Mario grabbed at the bedsheets trying to crawl away, but couldn’t stop from giggling when feeling Bowser’s claws lightly pinching his sides. He was pulled closer regardless, the bedsheets coming with him. Bowser flipped him back over, and smirked at the nervous giggles and smile below him.

His shirt had been pushed up from being pulled exposing his stomach. Before he could push his shirt back down, Bowser stuck a claw in his belly button making him screech. He then spidered his claws all over his belly. Mario covered his blushing face up as he giggled his ticklish heart out.

“NO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEASEHEHEHE!!”

Fingers creeped under his shirt over his sides to his armpits. Mario squeezed his arms to his sides only trapping Bowser’s hands under them.

“LUIGI HEHEHELP! EHEHEHAHAHA STAHAHAP! I’M TOO- I’M-“

“Too ticklish? Are you too tickle tickle ticklish, hm?~ You know, as annoying as your laugh usually is, it is funny and it’s also funny to see you squirm around helplessly. Trying so desperately to escape the tickle monster.. too bad you’re completely stuck!” Bowser teased.

His teases were so good it started to get to Luigi a bit. He hid his hands in his face smiling and blushing slightly.

Mario glanced over to where Luigi sat slightly behind Bowser, and saw how red his face was.

“WAIT HAHAHA L-LOOK AT HIM! G-GET HIM! GET HIHIHIM!!” Mario pointed in front of him weakly.

Bowser grabbed his wrists, and pinned them above his head to make sure he was still stuck, then turned around to look at Luigi. He couldn’t help the loud laugh seeing his face.

“Luigi? Why are you so red?!” Bowser laughed.

“N-nothing!” Luigi squeaked.

“Oohhh are you wanting to join?~” Bowser said.

Luigi thought he was asking to join him in tickling Mario. He nodded, and scooted closer.

That’s when Bowser grabbed him, and pushed him down next to Mario.

“W-wait! I thought you meant- wait dOHOHON’T HEHEHEHE!” Luigi giggled loudly as Bowser’s hand slipped under his shirt squeezing his ribs instantly. He kept this up for a second before stopping.

He looked down at the brothers, holding Mario’s arms above his head and keeping his other hand on Luigi’s chest to keep him down if he tried to break free. He then scooped up Luigi’s arms, pushed them above his head, then quickly maneuvered their arms together, and held them in his left hand.

Mario and Luigi shared a look to each other of “ah shit.”

“Well now, look at this.. now the tickle monster’s got both brothers in his clutches! I guess y’all should be called ‘super ticklish brothers’ now! Prepare for your ultimate destructions!!” Bowser finished with a playful, evil laugh.

“Luihihigi you dumbass!” Mario giggled trying to dodge Bowser’s fingers coming towards his stomach.

“What?! What’d I do?!”

“You let him trick you!”

“That’s not my fau-HAHAHAHA!” Luigi was interrupted by Bowser suddenly switching up, and leaning down, blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

Bowser leaned back up, a shit eating grin on his face. Luigi couldn’t stop giggling, anticipating another one.

“Yeah, Mario, it’s not his fault! How dare you call your precious brother an asshole! I think you need an attitude adjustment,” Bowser teased.

He began to lean down towards Mario’s belly.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mario brought his legs up to cover his stomach.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Laugh?” Bowser teased, easily pushing his legs back down, and holding them still.

“If you so much as touch my stomach with your mouth I’m gonna k-ILL YOHOHOU! FUHUHUHUCK!!” Mario tried to threaten him but was quickly broken by the biggest, most intense raspberry he’s ever felt on his tummy.

A few tears started to fall down Mario’s cheeks when he squeezed his eyes shut. Luigi laughed at Mario getting destroyed, then squeaked when he felt claws graze his ribs. Bowser had reached his hand over and skittered his claws on his ribs, and over his hips.

     “N-nahahat me too! Bowseheher please!” Luigi giggled.

“Of course you, too! You know you wanted it.~ Your face was so red just from my teasing not even directed at you! Sounded like you wanted to laugh again, too, so, laugh for me!”

“Now, you,” Bowser began looking to Mario, his hand switching from Luigi’s body to his, digging into his ribs, “you said you weren’t ticklish before, but here we are. And the fact you haven’t really tried to get away, tells me that maybe.. you like this?~”

Mario gasped at this accusation.

“I DO NOHOHOT! I LIED BUT I- I DOHON’T LIKE IT!!”

“Is that so? Maybe I can convince you to admit?”

Mario shook his head, begging, “p-plehehease don’t! Please!!”

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything.”

“Buhuhut you will!”

“I have an idea.. Luigi.. where is Mario most ticklish? Like so bad he can’t stand it?”

“Lu, don’t! I swear! You know I’ll get you!” Mario threatened.

Luigi kept his mouth shut. Not for his brother’s sake, but for his own so he wouldn’t face Mario’s wrath later on.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.. you can just laugh yourself silly instead,~” Bowser teased, poising his hand on Luigi’s ribs giving a squeeze.

“EEK! I- I mean.. you kihihinda already found it..” he bit his lip.

“Oh did I? Well, I’ve tickled a lot of spots on him already. So which one are you referring to, darling?~” Bowser’s squeezing became faster and began moving up his ribs.

Mario rolled his eyes and made a face of mock disgust at the obvious flirting happening right beside him.

“It’ssss… hehehe! Ah-! HIS-“ Luigi tried to speak but was stuck between his giggles and not knowing if he really should say anything.

“Hm? I couldn’t understand you..”

Bowser teasingly leaned in closer now digging into his hip.

“AHEE!! HIS F- FEET! HIS HAHAH! HIS FEET ESPECIALLY HIS TOHOHOES!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Luigi knew he was gonna get so wrecked after this by Mario, but he couldn’t take it! His hips were a death spot!

“LUIGI! I’M GONNA GET YOU SO BAD-“

“And I’m gonna get you,~” Bowser butt in.

Mario gulped.

Bowser let go of both of their wrists, and Luigi rolled away giggling. Mario rolled away quick, standing on the bed, and running behind Bowser. He jumped off the bed, booking it towards the door. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by Peach standing at the door.

“P-Peach! Please move, I need to run!” Mario pleaded.

Peach gave him a smirk that Mario did not like.

“Hm… I don’t know, Mario, you were acting all high and mighty earlier..” she grinned.

“I’m sorry, please, just let me out!”

“Oh.. fine..” she began to move out of the doorway, then stopped, “oops too late, sorry Mario!~”

Mario’s face dropped then screamed when he felt large arms wrap around him.

“NO! Please! I- I’m ticklish! There! I said it, I admit!” Mario kicked his feet helplessly as his arms were pinned to his sides in Bowser’s grasp.

“I already knew that, Mario, that’s not what I wanted you to admit..”

“Because I don’t like it! I’m not admitting to that!”

“I’ll drop you right now if you admit.”

Mario paused.

“…no! I don’t wanna say that because I know it’s gonna be used against me. And it’s not even true!”

“It is true, he’s told me before, but he usually likes to be the one doing the tickling. But he never minds if he’s tickled back. In fact, he initiates tickle fights!” Luigi exclaimed sitting on the bed.

Mario’s face instantly turned bright red. Did Luigi just-? ..

“LUIGI! YOU’RE SO DEAD ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS!” Mario yelled.

“Ha! Good luck with that, short stack,” Bowser replied, squeezing his arms a bit tighter while simultaneously digging the pads of his fingers into Mario’s ribs.

Mario squealed and wiggled around kicking his feet until Bowser threw him back on the bed, already holding one of his legs knowing he was gonna crawl away. He spun around to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing his other leg, and trapping them in an arm hold.

“PLEASE! Don’t! L-Luigi help please!” Mario begged.

“Don’t worry, he’ll go easy on ya, right?” Luigi said, patting Mario’s head.

“Sure,” Bowser chuckled.

Mario knew there was no escape no matter how much he wiggled or begged, so his last ditch effort was to scrunch up his feet trying to cover them with one another as best he could. Bowser simply laid a claw on his right big toe. Mario squeaked. His claw ran down his foot. Mario snorted.

“S-stop doing th-thahat..” he groaned.

“Doing what?” Bowser grinned.

“..teasing..” Mario’s voice got quieter.

“Oooh.. alright then.~”

      Bowser wasted no time grabbing both of his big toes with the hand holding his feet forcing them back slightly, and quickly skittering his right hand all over his soles.

Mario absolutely screamed.

“BOWS- AAAAHHH!! OH MY GOHOHOD PLEASE! I CAN’T- I- HAHAHAHAHA!!”

He was struggling to get clear words out now. Then he felt claws gently scratching under his toes, and he went silent. Tears began to roll down his cheeks again. He hiccuped back to loud laughter and snorts for a good few moments before falling back into silence when he felt the claws rake over his feet again. The sensations were maddening.

“…HELP-! I- I’M GOHOHONNA D-DIE!!”

Luigi could only smile fondly at his older brother getting absolutely wrecked.

“Okay, Bowser, I think he’s had enough,” he giggled when Mario grabbed onto the leg of his pants desperately.

Bowser finally slowed his assault to a stop, and dropped Mario’s legs down on the bed.

     Poor Mario’s face was as red as his shirt. When he felt his legs drop, he instantly pulled them towards himself curling into a ball.

“Hahaha.. ha.. mahahama mia.. hehe..” Mario panted, covering his face.

“You alright, bro?” Luigi giggled.

Mario nodded, looking up at him before getting the strength to push himself up to sit down.

“Phew, that looked brutal, Mario! I knew you were ticklish, but wow!” Peach teased as she walked up to the bed, and gave a teasing poke to Mario’s belly.

Mario squeaked, and curled away. His squeak sounded a bit hoarse from the laughing and screaming he was doing just ten seconds before. In fact, he was still giggling, his nerves still on overdrive. The poke didn’t help either.

“Did I go overboard, red?” Bowser asked, smiling.

“Just a bit.. but.. it’s fine. Hey, it’s better than getting the shit beaten outta me by you,” Mario exhaled.

The three laughed at that.

“Ah so you do like it!? Damn that would’ve been a good way to get information out of you about the princess.. then again, you like it so much you probably wouldn’t want it to stop,~” Bowser teased.

Mario’s face blushed deep again at the teasing and the absolutely false accusation!

“I do not! Swear on my life!”

“Real passionate about not liking it huh?”

Mario only gaped offendedly. But all he could do was close his mouth and cross his arms pouting knowing it was a battle he was gonna lose no matter what.

“Great now everyone thinks I like being tickled..”

     “Hey, wait a minute!” Mario turned to face Luigi, “I still need my justice for you not helping me..”

Luigi tensed and began scooting backwards, “w-wait whahat? H-hey let’s not get crazy here, bro..” he tried to look for an out, then saw Peach, and pointed at her, “Peach actively blocked the door!”

“Oh, I know.. she’s getting what’s coming to her later..”

Peach backed away slightly at this (fully knowing she can also wreck him in seconds if she so needed.)

“..but right now,” Mario trapped Luigi between him and the headboard of the bed, “it’s Luigi’s turn..~”

In a desperate attempt to escape his inevitable fate, Luigi shot his arms out to Mario’s ribs, squeezing them.

Mario squeaked and clamped his arms down, but wasn’t giving up that easy. He forced himself to shoot his arms out next, getting Luigi in the same spot.

Luigi threw his head back immediately, trying to keep a hold on Mario’s shirt to levy himself to try and take control back. He targeted Mario’s neck, and Mario toppled over backwards bringing Luigi with him. Luigi was trying to crawl back down to his face because he had ended up slightly above Mario being the taller one. Mario acted fast seeing his stomach slightly below his face, and grabbed his hips blowing a raspberry on him.

Luigi screeched, and collapsed where he was only pushing his stomach onto Mario more. Mario flipped them over and continued to blow raspberries all over Luigi’s tummy and sides, effectively knocking him down.

“OKAY! Okay I gihihive I give! You wihihihin, f-fratehehello!” Luigi snorted.

“Oh no no no little bro, this is what you get for not helping me while in the hands of a wretched beast!” Mario replied, skittering his fingers all over Luigi’s stomach.

“Hey!” Bowser reacted.

Both Peach and Bowser watched lovingly as the brother’s quite literally were rolling around on the bed. It was pretty adorable to witness the two brothers playing together like kids.

They all ended up accidentally pulling an all-nighter.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hiii! 😄 I'm new to your blog and saw that Ducktales happens to be in your fandom list. So~ I thought I'd surprise you wiiiiiiith.. THIS!

https://www.tumblr.com/ashdash2417/179576333958/heya-can-i-have-some-more-of-your-awesome?source=share

(Sorry I can't link it. Tumblr's stupid new policy won't let me when I'm on anon. 😠)

It's been a couple years since I read this post and I still love it~! The funny thing is, the person who wrote the headcanons isn't even from the T-community (and has likely never even heard of you guys), just a regular Ducktales fangirl. How coincidentally convenient she's made a post that caters to DT fans in and out of the community~ 😉 (I wonder why she deleted her account.. 🤔)

LITERALLY JUST SAW THIS IN MY IBOX WHAT?????-)/$/$2$2 IM GOING CRAZY ABT THESE HC’s

ALR- I don’t even know what to SAY because these headcanons r so accurate and adorable- so u made a couple of my own to piggyback on what she said :D!!!

I feel like Louie would most DEFINITELY be the first one out of the tickle fight- not just cause he’s the youngest but also bc he’s the most ticklish. It just makes sense. I do think he is capable of tickling ppl back (but he loves getting tickled- not that he would admit it ofc), so he just curls himself in a ball to try and protect himself.

Dewey is pretty good with holding his ground when it comes to tickle fights. Can actually admit he likes being tickled AND tickling people (he’s the textbook definition of a Switch). To teases, to taunts, this man is EVIL and takes a lot of pride in it, honestly.

And omigosh- I totally agree that Huey would accidentally hurt someone when being tickled. Definitely some punches to the face for sure- he would feel really bad abt it afterwards but he DOES warn his siblings before they tickle him. Over the years they’ve just learned how to block his punches and such.

Webby I’m actually not so sure of? Since she’s knew to this whole “friend” thing, I feel like she wouldn’t know what the HECK she’s doing 💀💀💀. But since the three triplets get in tickle fights often, I bet she would observe them from a far to see what makes them flustered and where they are most ticklish. Overtime, she is the one you would fear if she were to tickle you, honestly…

[veryblushyswitch]

Really wish I was sandwiched between two or more lers right now being playfully teased and tickled to bits while being told how much they love my laugh and my reactions 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

[trashyswitch]

Wiggle Worm Brandon

Brandon and Cameron finish up filming for the youtube video "Things AMAZON Made Me Buy! (500lbs of LUBE!)". But when Brandon gets really playful...Cameron makes sure to turn Brandon into the ultimate form of himself: Wiggle Worm Brandon.

This fanfic goes out to the guys themselves: Brandon Farris and Cameron Domasky. If I can recall from your 'Things FIVERR Made Me Buy!' video...you were looking for more fanfics about you two. So I personally decided to give you a fanfic myself for the low, low price of COMPLETELY FREE! So, gentlemen...I hope you enjoy.

And for everyone else, check out @imbrandonfarris and @Cameron Domasky on Youtube if you want. Highly recommend!

Cameron was splitting up the Ransom™ magnets and putting one of them onto his magnet bracelet, while Brandon was trying to get the plastic wrap off his deck of Ransom™ cards. “And then…I have to pick you a ransom card, you pick me one, we have to wear it.” 

“Okay.” Cameron replied, picking up the second deck of Ransom™ cards and trying to get the wrapping off. 

Brandon looked at the camera. “You can buy this on Amazon.” He mentioned. 

“This is not for the video, but-” Cameron showed Brandon the bottom card on his Ransom™ deck. 

Brandon let out a breathless laugh, showing Cameron his approval. This made Cameron’s laughter increase in pride. No one really knew, but hearing Brandon laugh always warmed his heart. If he made Brandon laugh, then all was right in his world. Being able to make videos with him was already amazing. But seeing Brandon’s most genuine reactions during their sessions always made his day.

Bits of their back-and-forth conversation slightly hinted at what the card said…but as far as the audience was concerned, that card was a secret between the two of them. 

Cameron had managed to get some of the plastic off, while Brandon reached out in front of him for the box cutter. When he brought his hand back in frame, Brandon visibly shivered. “You cold?” Brandon asked Cam. 

Cam looked over at Brandon. “No, I’m good. Why?” He asked. 

Brandon hummed awkwardly. “No reason.” He said, before attempting to work the box cutter. 

“I turned the air conditioning on.” Cam mentioned, still working at the stupid plastic wrap. 

Brandon watched as the box cutter dropped out of his hand due to his hands still being covered in lube. “Yeah…” He muttered timidly, picking up the knife again. 

Cameron laughed at Brandon’s hesitant ‘Yeah’. “That…pacemaker is popping out at you right now.” He said, following up with an inside joke the two of them had on this video. 

“Pacemaker’s looking a little small…” Brandon joked in reply, making Cameron wheeze and laugh, before coughing. 

“What’d you pick?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon lifted his hand up, and looked at the card and magnet. He twisted his hand so the camera could see the card better. “What’s your biggest regret?” He said. 

Cameron looked at Brandon. “What’s your biggest regret?” Cameron repeated, so it sounded more like HE was asking Brandon instead of the card. 

“This.” Brandon jumped out of his pink office chair, and dove right for the barrel of lube. 

It took a second for Cameron to process what Brandon was doing…and by the time he figured it out, Brandon’s face and shoulders were already deep into the lube. “No-” Cameron reached out and got out of his own chair before attempting to grab at anything on Brandon to get him out. “No- Brandon, no-!” He yelled, When his upper legs weren’t grabbable, Cameron reached higher and gripped Brandon’s middle-to-upper ribs. “No, no!” He reacted, pulling Brandon up. 

“aaAAH!” Brandon screamed naturally high-pitched, jumping up in surprise before landing awkwardly on his feet. Brandon gasped for air when he was out of the liquid, before spitting and coughing to get the dripping lube out of his mouth. 

“God, dude!” Brandon reacted, worried for his friend. 

“What?” Brandon asked, acting as if he hadn’t just shoved his upper body straight into 55 pounds of lube. 

Cameron grabbed a towel and tried to clean off Brandon’s face a bit. Brandon blew into the towel with his lips in the hope to get the lube off his mustache and lips. Though Cameron should’ve been used to Brandon’s crazy endeavors by now, he wasn’t…not even in the slightest. One of these days, Brandon was going to severely hurt himself. And everyday that Brandon tests his limits, Cameron grows more worried. And Cameron is determined to make sure he’s there when it happens. 

Cameron hoped and prayed that Brandon had a limit to his behavior. Surely the man has a line he knows not to cross. He’s a father, for god’s sake! Whatever that line is…apparently jumping into a vat of lube is not on the other side of that line. 

“God dude…” Cameron said, slightly calming down as he placed the soiled towel onto Brandon’s shoulders. 

“Yeah?” Brandon asked, his eyes still squeezed shut. 

“You could’ve died!” Cameron told him. 

Brandon and Cameron moved to the chairs. “What does yours say?” Brandon asked, his upper body glistening brightly due to the lube. 

Cameron tittered as he sat himself into the chair and looked at his own Ransom™ card in the magnet on his wrist. He scooted his chair closer, took one look at the card, and looked at Brandon with a smile. “Where do babies come from, which we also just answered.” Cameron replied. 

Brandon pointed to the tub of lube behind him. Seeing this, Cameron tittered again. “The lube bowl.” 

“The lube bucket.” Brandon said next. 

Brandon looked to his right, and spat out yet more lube. Seeing this naturally made Cameron look away and yell in disgust…only to burst out into a mix of laughter and coughing. While Cameron is busy coughing up a lung, Brandon has gotten up out of his chair and walked himself behind Cameron. 

There, Brandon casually remarked “It-It tastes so sweet.” 

“So sweet, so slick.” Cameron replied in moderate disgust. 

[Fast forward 24:07 minutes]

“That’s probably the worst video I’ve done in a long time.” Brandon mentioned as he pulled the American mullet hat. 

“That-Yeah. Like, I would rather do a spicy video than be covered in lube.” Cameron admitted. 

Brandon walked up to the camera and turned it off. “And cut.” He said before closing the camera lens cover. “There. Another video done.” Brandon said.

Cameron moved his hands through his lubey hair. “Do you need to shower?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon shrugged. “Not right away.” He replied. “I might jump in a couple more times first.” He admitted with a chuckle. 

“Brandon…” Cameron said in a disappointed Dad voice. He gave their off-camera helper the side-eye, before looking at Brandon again. “Am I gonna need to pull you out again?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon looked at the tub…looked at Cameron, then looked back at the tub. He looked over at Cameron once again, and shrugged his shoulders at him. “Maybe?” He said. 

“Brandon!” Cameron yelled. “I’ll have you know, that the lube makes it really hard to lift you out of there.” He told his friend. 

Brandon laughed. “Actually, when you lifted me out the second time, you grabbed me so hard…” Brandon admitted. 

“Well, yeah! You were slippery!” Cameron argued. 

Brandon laughed. “I know.” He walked up. “When you lifted me, it felt like-” Brandon walked up behind him, and tried to wrap his hands around his upper ribs. 

“What are-WaiTDON’T-” Cameron turned himself around and tensed up with a cackle. 

Brandon leaned back with laughter of his own, still holding his lower arms out. “I’m trying to-” 

“WELL DOHON’T!” Cameron shouted amidst his laughter. 

Brandon threw his head back as he let out another fit of laughter. “Ihihi’m trying to show you how you grabbed me!” Brandon tried to explain. 

“YOU DON’T NEED TO SHOW ME!” Cameron argued. 

“Why? You ticklish or something?” Brandon asked, slightly wiggling his fingers in a playful manner as he walked closer to him. 

“I- YOU KNOW THIS!” Cameron argued. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Brandon said in the most obvious lying voice, before losing his composure and laughing.  

“Take another step, and I will destroy you.” Cam warned. 

Brandon paused for a moment, and just stared at Cameron. His hands were down by his sides. 

“Brandon…” Cameron warned. 

He continued staring at him as he veeeery slowly lifted his hands up. 

“...Brandon…” Cam warned again, a slight smile filling his lips. 

But Brandon’s slow teasing only continued. Cameron could easily tell Brandon was planning something evil…and like usual, his protests weren’t stopping him in the slightest. He could feel his nervous smile filling his lips even more as he watched his best friend like a hawk. He was going to do something…he could feel it in the spot just above his ‘pacemaker’. 

But his giddy fear had escalated dramatically the moment Brandon’s fingers had started wiggling once again. And the moment Brandon’s lips twitched into an evil smirk, Cam rapidly stood up out of his seat. “BRANDON-” 

In 2 seconds flat, Brandon had sprinted to Cameron and tackled him into the carpet. An outsider would think this was impossible given the size difference between the men. But Cameron has always learned to never underestimate Brandon’s strength. 

Landing on Cam’s upper torso, Brandon skittered and danced his fingers on his upper ribs. 

“BAHA! WAHAITNO! BRANDON-” Cam quickly curled towards his left side, letting out a high-pitched “EEEK!”. 

Brandon had shoved his hand into his left side, and scribbled his nimble fingers deep into his side. “How ticklish are you here?” Brandon asked way too casually. 

“BAHAHAHA- HAHAHA! STOHOHOP!” Cameron yelled, kicking his feet a little bit. 

Brandon chuckled. “I don’t wanna yet. This is fun!” Brandon admitted.

“GAHAHAHAHAA! YOUR HANDS ARE COHOHOLD!” Cameron cried out. 

Brandon was taken aback by this. “Are they really?” he asked before placing his fingers on his own forehead. “Okay, I feel it. You’re right.” 

This seconds-long moment allowed Cam to take control of his arms again. Desperate to not let this opportunity go to waste, Cam reached up and went straight for his friend’s armpits. 

“Cam-NOdon’tyoudare-” Only a few touches was enough for Brandon to wheeze and go limp. This made his body collapse straight onto Cam’s body. 

“OOF!” Cameron yelped, before laughing. “Gohohod!” 

“Yohou okay?” Brandon asked before poking his ribs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked next with a giggle. 

Cam grunted and yelped as he brought Brandon’s body over to his right side. “Yohohou staharted this! Ihi’m just finihihishing ihihit!” Cameron told him in between his own laughter as he tickled his armpits. 

Brandon threw his head back and bursted out laughing. “GAHAhaha! HAHAhahaha! HahahAHAHA!” He weakly pulled his knees up to his chest. “HAHaha- Yohohou suhuck!” Brandon yelled, trying (and failing) to cover up his armpits. 

“I suck?!” Cameron protested in shock. “Again, you started this! We don’t need video proof to prove that you started this.” Cameron told him. 

Brandon attempted to reach his hands up into his armpits to stop Cam. “Pleheasedon’t- aAAHAHAHAHA!” Brandon shrieked almost completely out of nowhere. 

Cam laughed at his friend as he took advantage of the opening by digging his fingers further into Brandon’s underarms. “Did you really think moving my fingers would help?!” He asked. surprised by the guy’s lack of logic. 

“SHUT UP!” Brandon shouted back at him amidst his laughter. “CAM- NAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE!” Brandon yelled. 

Cameron could feel his grip on Brandon slipping slightly. Brandon had always been a crazy wiggler when being tickled…Especially regarding his arms. Cameron could recall Brandon throwing his bony elbow back, and elbowing him in the chest once.

…So I guess you can say that Cameron knew his quirks off by heart. 

But jokes aside, Cameron needed to do something about Brandon’s wiggles. “Okay, hold on.” Cam said as he took a moment to adjust his arms a bit. 

Brandon used his unbelievable flexibility to his advantage. The little bugger reached his arms back and squeezed his friend’s sides. 

“aAH-” Cam paused for a moment. The audacity of this man…

But he quickly turned the tables and pulled Brandon into his arms. “Nope, not anymore.” 

“AAHWAITNO!” Brandon shouted back, suddenly regretting his life choices. 

Cam’s preferred way of handling a thrashing Brandon, was to hug his entire upper body from behind in a frontward X motion. This would effectively immobilize Brandon’s spazzy arms. Cause if he can remember, his legs are not as much of a danger compared to his arms. But with his arms firmly placed in this position, Cam could still tickle him by going for his front upper ribs with his fingers. 

Though this action would likely look unbearable to everyone else, this kind of rough housing was an occasional occurrence between the two men. 

“Having any regrets yet?” Cameron asked him with an evil grin on his face. 

“NAahaha- Nehever! NEVER!” Brandon yelled, kicking his feet a little harder. 

Cam laughed a bit. “Never’s a long time, dude.” He told him. “I could tickle you aaaaall night long.” He teased. 

“I’m gonna kihihihill youhuhu.” Brandon told him. 

“But if you kill me…” Cameron said in an uwu voice. “Then we wouldn’t have any more Amazon review videos.” Cam finished his sentence. He looked at Brandon from the right side. “Your sense of logic is not very good right now.” Brandon giggled. “I think the tickling’s making you stupid.” He told him. 

“Hahahaha! Hahahehehe! Thehehen- Then stohop tickling mehehehe!” Brandon told him. 

Cam hummed. “Right…I guess that’s a thing I can do.” Cameron momentarily stopped his fingers and sat there, lost in thought for a moment. Though Brandon was thankful for the chance to breathe, he was still stuck in Cam’s arms. 

“Cam?” Brandon called, wiggling a little bit. “Cameron?” Brandon called again. 

“Hm?” Cam replied. 

“I’m stuck.” Brandon told him. 

“Really?” Cameron reacted casually, as if he wasn’t holding Brandon hostage at that moment. “How do you know?” He asked, checking his fingernails like a bored woman. 

Brandon grunted and wiggled around a little more aggressively before stopping. “I don’t know…” Brandon stared at the ceiling. “Just a hunch.” 

Cam threw his head back with a fit of laughter. “Just a hunch, eh?” He clarified. Feeling the playfulness overcoming his mind again, Cameron poked and tweaked his sides.

“GAHAHA! CAMERON, I SWEAR TO GOHOHOD-!” Brandon yelled. 

Cam widened his eyes in shock. “Holy sh- Were your sides always this ticklish?” Cam asked, not recalling Brandon being very ticklish there. 

“NOHOHO! THEHEHEY WEREN’T!” Brandon replied. 

“Then…” Cameron tweaked his sides a bit more. “Then why are you laughing so hard?” Cameron asked next. 

“THE LUBE! IHIHIT’S THE LUHUHUBE!” Brandon yelled back. 

“What?” Cameron asked, confused. 

“THEHE LUBE IS TICKLIHIHISH!” Brandon clarified. “IHIHIT’S MAKING IHIT WOHOHORSE!” He shouted next. 

“There’s no way.” Cameron muttered aloud. “Let me try this.” 

Cameron moved his friend’s soaking shirt up, and slipped his fingers under his shirt. All of a sudden, Brandon had gasped before higher-pitched laughter had come bursting out of him. This made Cameron gasp with excitement. “Wait, actually?!” Cameron sat both of their bodies up and picked up Brandon’s torso to adjust him. “One more test, I promise.” 

Brandon took in a few breaths to calm himself down. But the moment he saw Cam’s fingers, Brandon tensed. “Cameron-” Brandon tried to protest, but curled up slightly and squealed. 

God, even Cameron’s grip on his torso was tickling him. 

But when he was positioned correctly, Cameron squeezed and skittered his fingers on his sides to prevent him from protesting any further. “NaHAHAHAHA!” Brandon fell backwards and hugged his sides as his cackles overcame him. 

Cam couldn’t help the surprised little smile that grew on his face. “Oho my god!” Cameron let out a fit of laughter as he put more of his right hand under Brandon’s slimy shirt. “The lube is actually making you more ticklish!” He exclaimed. 

“YAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAhahaHA!” 

Brandon had leaned over onto his right side and fell against the gray carpet. But Cam’s fingers would follow his body down and continue to tickle his exposed left side, almost identically to how Brandon had tickled Cam’s side earlier. 

“IHIHIT’S-” Brandon wheezed for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut. “AHAhahaha! IHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!” He yelled. 

“I can tell!” Cameron reacted. “How ticklish is it?” Cam asked, before adding a second set of fingers to Brandon’s left side. 

Brandon wheezed again and pounded his fist into the carpet. 

“Dude…Is this too much?” Cam asked. He was beginning to get a little worried. 

Brandon didn’t really reply. All he did was take a breath in, and let out a large fit of hysterical laughter. 

“Dude, I need an answer!” Brandon told him. The man STILL couldn’t believe how much Brandon was laughing. It was wild! He didn’t think Brandon was even capable of letting out this much laughter! It was absolutely surreal! 

*squeeeeak*

Cameron shrieked in horror, pulling his fingers away and looking behind him. OH GOD, WHO’S THERE?! 

But his body exhaled a sigh of relief when it was revealed that it was only Autumn. She had opened the door to the room, and was staring at him and Brandon. The state of the room, the breathless laughter, the soaking carpet, the clothes they were wearing (Specifically Brandon’s)…he could only imagine the crazy theories Autumn was coming up with in those moments. 

The look on her face…was of confusion mixed with disappointment. “I’m not even gonna ask.” Autumn told them both, before walking out of the room and closing the door. 

Cameron slowly looked over at Brandon, who was staring right back at him. In 2 seconds flat…the boys had busted out cackling and laughing. That was one of the best reactions they had ever seen out of Autumn! It made their day, and was certainly worth the jumpscare.

Also one more thing: Your video title states that you have a 500lb barrel of lube...but in the video, you say "55 Gallons of Lube". I had to look it up to figure out which one it was, because I like accuracy. So thank you for making me add "55 gallon barrel of lube" to my search history on Amazon. XD And just because I bring it up, does NOT mean I want you to change it. I find it very 'Brandon Farris' levels of funny.

Also JESUS CHRIST, OVER $3000 FOR LUBE?!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Do sun and moon ever team up against lunar in a tickle fight? Also do they have those moments where older siblings use the youngest as a a personal doll (dressing him up playing tea parties make up etc.)

“The former?…Unfortunately yes. The latter? Hell no.”

If the boys are feeling…particularly playful, then yes. They have ganged up on him when he’s been more of a nuisance than usual.

“They’re…a bit too good at it.”

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

Been thinking about how me and my younger brother are gonna be like when we're older. There's a 9y/o age gap between us but I know that by the time he's 12 he's probably gonna be like 2 feet taller than me cause I'm short af.

And I've realized he's probably gonna use that size difference as an advantage in tickle fights lol

We may bicker a lot and may not seem very close but I love my bro. I wouldn't trade the world for him

[veryblushyswitch]

I want to have a big group tickle fight so bad-

I want to tickle fight my way to the top then be wrecked by everyone 🦋💖

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

It's Lunar vs Moon who would win in a tickle fight?

“I would.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Because I’m bigger. And I’ve got experience.”

“So?! A-And wouldn’t my smaller size be better!?”

“I’m also a faster flyer.”

“That is a LIE and you know it!”

“Should we test that theory?”

*gulp* “…N-No thanks…”

[smileheart110]

LET'S GOOOO!!!!

Excuse me for the absolutely garbage request that you’re free to ignore, but I’d love to see a tickle fight between Sunrise and Moondrop in your art style if you’re okay with it. :3

They're TWO separate beings bc I SAID SO.

Not pictured: the many, many other nonnies asking for these maniacs.

[giggly-squiggily]

Babysitter's Guide To Watching Eri (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! This is a gift for the ever amazing @thatbigbisexual29 A while back we were talking about Bakugou and Eri and how cute they'd be as a duo, and thus; this fic has been born! This is pretty self indulgent and likely OOC but who cares- it's Bakugou and Eri! I hope y'all like it! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochigiggle @chibisstuff

Summary: In an unexpected turn of events, Bakugou is tasked with babysitting Eri for the day.

When it came to looking after Eri, a few faces immediately came to mind.

First of course was Mirio. The kind hearted hero adored the girl and would bend over backwards to entertain her whenever Aizawa and Mic had hero work to attend to. It didn’t matter what was going on- he was ready to rush over and play whenever needed.

The next was Midoriya. If Mirio was busy or they simply desired another playmate, they’d grab the freckled boy from his studies and invite him over. He’d run through the door with a proud “I am here!” that left Eri squealing in glee and Mirio chucking at how into his role he got for the little girl.

There were others; Nejiri who was always down to play dress up and princess tea party with Eri; Shinsou who helped her with her drawings and watched movies with her; and the U-A girls like Uraraka and Tsuyu who always took her to fun places like the space zone or the aquarium, pointing out cool things and treating her to snacks.

Alas- none of those options were available today for Eri. Mirio and Nejire had work, Midoriya and the girls were finishing their internships, and Shinsou was in extra classes for the hero course. Things were rather…tense as the realization hit them.

“What are we gonna do? We can’t bring her with us during our patrol!” Mic was pacing around the room back and forth in thought, just barely avoiding pulling out his hair. “And all the pro’s are busy- oh man why of all the days!”

“We’ll figure it out. We just need to find someone on short notice.” Aizawa slumped forward in his seat, trying to think. Who was available with no plans today? “Yaoyorozu maybe?”

“Yeah! No…wait- Midnight needed her.” Mic deflated. “Oh! What about Tokoyami?”

“Hawks.” They said at the same time, shaking their heads. “Nearly all the students are being taken up for missions right now- it’s not fair to expect them to bail for our sake. What do we do…” Mic doubled over the desk, holding his head.

Just then- an answer walked through the door.

“Hey- Mr. Aizawa, Best Jeanist texted. He said he wouldn’t be able to take me with him today- some emergency came up.” Bakugou knocked before poking his head through the door, looking a bit disgruntled. “Should I see if Endeavor needs more hands?”

Aizawa and Mic looked at eachother.

“Endeavor has plenty of hands.” Aizawa spoke, finalizing their decision. “However, we do need a favor…”

~~~

A babysitter job. Him- babysitting!

Good grief.

“Okay- here’s everything she’ll need. Eri’s fairly independent, so really the only thing you need to do is entertain her while we’re gone.” Mic had handed him a whole list- A LIST! Of things Eri liked. Everything from her favorite toys to her favorite drinks and snacks- all the movies she loved and games she usually played, etc. etc.

“We should be back a little after lunchtime so if you could take care of that; we have pre-made meals in the fridge, you just need to heat them up. Oh- and careful with the microwave; we don’t know what happened but it’s acting weird. Try not to hit any odd numbers, kay?”

“Odd numbers-wait; how long did you say?” Bakugou stammered as Mic bounced out the door, putting on his hero face. “Is this an all day thing?”

“Is that a problem?” Aizawa raised a brow. “Do you have anything planned today?”

“Well…no, I just…I’m not-” Bakugou waved his arms, feeling a bit helpless. “I’m not exactly great with kids.”

Aizawa softened, reaching out and patting Bakugou’s shoulder. “From what I’ve heard, you did fine with the kids during your remedial classes.”

“That’s only because they were a bunch of snot nosed brats. Plus I had help” Bakugou grumbled.

“That was a bunch of kids. This is Eri- the farthest thing from a brat.” Aizawa squeezed his arm before pulling back, adjusting his scarf. “She’s a good girl and doesn’t need much. Try not to scare her. You know how you can be.”

“I’m not-” Bakugou growled, then snapped his mouth shut when he realized he was proving Aizawa’s point. “Fine. I’ll be…gentle.”

“Thank you again, Bakugou. We truly appreciate it.” Aizawa nodded before heading out, officially leaving Eri in the teen’s care.

“...Heh. Okay, squirt- where do we even-” Bakugou turned to face her but found…nothing. She was nowhere to be seen. “Eri? Hey, where are you?”

Poking his head down the hall, he found her hiding behind a door frame, peeking at him. “You good, kid?”

Eri seemed…scared. Bakugou winced at himself; he hadn’t even talked to her today yet and he already scared her. Sighing, he squatted down to her level, offering a hand. “Look- I know I seem scary, but I promise I’m not gonna yell at you. Whatever you want to do today, we can do, alright?”

The girl seemed to relax some, her expression still nervous. Slowly, she crept towards him, little hands folded on her chest as she looked at her feet. “Sorry…”

“Huh? Why are you apologizing?” She winced at his tone. He internally punched himself. “Er-sorry. Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You have to watch me. I ruined your day.” She sounded close to tears. Bakugou felt his chest hurt. Did she hear him calling after Mic?

“No, no kid- you didn’t ruin anything. My day hasn’t even started yet.” With some hesitation, he reached out and patted her head, making her look up. “If you heard me talking to your papa, it wasn’t anything bad about you, I swear. I just don’t know how to…” he waved a hand between them, shrugging in such a manner that he got a smile. “But we can figure this out. We can play whatever you want- including…” He looked at the list, wincing. “Fairy Princess Ball.”

Eri giggled, her nerves easing away as she bounced up to him. “I love that game! But I always play it with Neji. I want to play something else.”

“Sure kid, let’s see.” Bakugou looked at the list once more, but Eri put her hands over it, pushing it down with a headshake.

“No list! I want to play something new.” She looked up at him, eyes dancing. “Something you came up with…erm…”

“Bakugou.” He gave her his name, watching her light up. “But I guess Katsuki is fine if  you want.”

“Ba…Baku..” She stammered on the words, then she looked at him. “Kacchy.”

“Close enough.”

~~~

“Ahoy my crew! We’re approaching deadly waters!” Eri cried from her pillow fort on the couch, holding a circular cushion in her small hands like a steering wheel. “They say a mean old sea monster lives here- we must be careful!”

“Oi who you calling old-er I mean…Grrrrrrr!” Eri giggled at the growling heard beneath a nearby blue blanket, slowly getting closer and closer to her “ship”. Behind her, her crew of squishmellows sat aligned, all dressed in pirate outfits and ready to assist.

“Do you hear that? It’s getting closer!” Eri looked around, pushing up her pirate hat as she searched for the monster. “Let’s turn to-”

“ROAR!” Bakugou shot from the blanket, a dragon hat on his head as he raised his arms high. Eri squealed, falling back in her pillows with a giggly shriek. “I’m a sea monster! And I’m gonna eat your boat!”

“Noo! Quick- Yuki! Save us!” Eri chucked her nearest Squishmellow at him, watching it bounce off his chest harmlessly. Bakugou flailed backwards anyway, pretending to be hit. “Go, go!”

“Gah! No! Not the dreaded squish!” He cried out as she assaulted him with squishmellow after squishmellow, finally jumping on him when she ran out. “Ah! No! It’s the Pirate Princess Eri!”

“That’s right! And I’m gonna take you out, Mr. Sea Monster! Take THIS!” She shot her hands out, scribbling them all over his belly with reckless abandon.

“AH! Ahehahahahhaa! Whahahahit- wahahhhahait I didiihihihihn’t agrehehehehehehehee to thihihihihiihs!” Bakugou spasmed with a yelp, not at all prepared for such acts! Semi buried beneath squishmellows, the blonde laughed and squirmed, fighting the urge to curse in front of Eri. “Ehahhhahahhaha, you brahhahahahhat! This ihihhihihihisn’t fahahahhahair!”

“He he he! Looks like you’re no match for the great Eri-EHH!” The little girl squealed when Bakugou suddenly lunged, gathering her up and gently tickling her back. “Ahehahahahahahahaha! Kahahhaahahahchy!”

“Who’s Kacchy? I’m the dreadful sea monster, remember? Forget eating your ship, I’m gonna eat YOU!” He roared playfully as he carried on tickling her, making Eri squeal and kick in glee. “I’m gonna roll you in flour, bake you and then eat you up bones and all!”

“Ahehahhhahahhaa! Nohohohoohohohoo!” Eri rolled out of his arms, running for her boat. “Stahhahay awhawhhahahay!” She squealed through her giggles as she grabbed her squishmellow, smacking him with it. “Tahhake that!”

“Oh, it is ON!” He grabbed the smallest squish he could find, lightly swatting back at her as she laughed herself silly. For someone so small, she sure could pack a hit!

RIIIIIP!

“Oh no!” Eri cried, freezing Bakugou in his spot. The squishmellow she was using to attack had suddenly ripped open- a huge gaping hole in the side. Stuffing rolled down the couch, littering the floor. “Yuki…”

Yuki…oh shit. That was one of her favorite toys from the list.

“Oh man, kid…” Bakugou paled upon looking at the mess. Eri’s eyes filled with tears.

Bakugou looked at her, then at the toy. Then he sighed, pulling off the dragon hat.

“No tears, Doctor Eri. We have a patient to fix.” He announced, making her look up. “Hang on- I have something that can fix Yuki.

~~~

“I didn’t know you could sew!” Eri sat wide eyed as she watched Bakugou carefully stitch back up her toy, his handiwork slow but consistent. “Where’d you learn that?”

“A hero has tons of tricks.” Bakugou grinned at her, pushing the fallen stuffing back in as he went along. ��My parents are in the fashion business. My dad makes clothes while my mom models them. I helped them out a few summers- mainly just taking care of rips and tears in the clothes.”

“Wow…” Eri leaned into her hands, taking it all in. “Papa…he got me Yuki as a present when I first started living here.”

Ah. That made sense why the plush was so faded. It also explained Eri’s reaction. “Did he now?”

“Mm-hm! He came home with it one day- told me it was a present for my birthday!” Eri smiled at the memory, cheeks flushing with fondness for her adoptive parents. “It wasn’t really my birthday, but it was the first real gift from Daddy and Papa- I love it very much.”

Bakugou didn’t have much to say about that, finishing off the last stitch before puffing Yuki up some. “There we go. Good as new- er; minus the big scar.”

Eri practically tackled him, hugging his arm with a teary grin. “Thank you, Kacchy. And I don’t mind the scar. All the people I love have them.”

That’s when he realized she was looking at him too, at the faded scars along his bicep.

“Heh, I guess they do.” He laughed through a thick voice.

~~~

“Alright- let’s see…which one kid?” Bakugou presented both meals to Eri, watching her look each one over. It was around the afternoon when he got a text from Aizawa; turns out they weren’t gonna be back until late that evening; meaning it was up to Bakugou to prepare her meal.

“Hmm…this one!” She pointed, pleased with her decision. Bakugou nodded, putting the other away before popping the pre-made meal into the microwave. “Daddy makes the best food!”

“He does.” Bakugou agreed, knowing just how good Aizawa was as a cook. “He once made-”

The microwave beeped and shook. Bakugou paled upon realizing his mistake.

Don’t press any of the odd buttons!

“ERI MOVE!” Bakugou ran at her, gathering her up and leaping just as the microwave exploded. Glass and semi cooked food flew across the kitchen, the smell of smoke strong as the inside of the microwave sizzled. A small flame remained within.

Bakugou blinked, then he looked over Eri. Besides looking utterly shocked, she didn’t have any wounds or burns. Nodding, he quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher, putting out the remains of the microwave. Once done, he grabbed a wooden spoon and batted out the plug. “There. Eri, are you okay?”

The girl seemed stunned, wide eyed and shaky. Bakugou kneeled before her, voice gentle. “Eri?”

“Erm…yeah. I’m okay.” She nodded, shaking out of her shock as she met his eye. “What about you?”

“Nothing broken here. Sorry I blew up dinner.” He laughed some, looking back at the mess. “Er…want pizza?”

~~~ “And that is that.” Bakugou huffed as he and Eri flopped into the couch, fairly exhausted. The kitchen was clean once more, and a box of pizza with only the crust remaining laid on the coffee table. In the background, a movie with talking fish carried on. Eri insisted it was a great movie. If he were being honest, she was right. “What a day. Sorry I kinda messed everything up, kid.”

“What do you mean? I had so much fun today!” She smiled up at him, sleepy. “We played pirates and sea monsters, you fixed Yuki, and we got to eat pizza and watch movies! I’m glad you came today, Kacchy.”

Bakugou grinned, something warm setting in his chest as she scooted closer to him, lying against his side. “I’m sure Mirio or Deku would have been better.”

“Maybe. But you’re great in your own way.” She yawned, huffing some before closing her eyes. “Thanks for being here, Kacchy…I appreciate it…”

“Eri?” He looked down to find her sleeping with a happy smile on her face. Chuckling, he petted back her hair away from her peaceful expression.

“Glad to be there for you kid.”

Thanks for reading!

[trashyswitch]

Giggly Games with Sun & Moon

Sun & Moon are running around, playing hide & seek. When Moon finds Sun, a tickle fight ensues. But it doesn't take long for Sun to turn on Moon. More tickles ensue.

This fanfic was completely based on a roleplay me and my friend @anxious-lee-ler did on Discord. We just had a blast doing it, and I ended up using a lot of the dialogue and narration from the roleplay to write out this fanfic! So, I hope you all enjoy!

It was evening, and the toddlers had all gone home for the day. Due to the fact that the kids they entertained were…well, toddlers…they always went home at about 5 or 6pm, so the parents could get their children some dinner and head home to get them ready for bed. With it currently being 7pm, the Daycare Attendants were now free to do what they wanted until the morning came. And at this moment, Moon and Sun were playing hide & seek within the daycare. 

Moon was walking around the room, trying to find his brother, Sun. “Suuunnyyyy~? Where aaare youuu?” Moon called in a teasy manner, hoping to tease Sun enough to give away his spot. 

Unbeknownst to Moon, Sun was currently hiding in one of the play areas nearby, attempting to stay quiet. But despite all his attempts to hide it… Sun’s little giggles could still be heard within the daycare. And unfortunately (or fortunately , depending on the person), the daycare did have a bit of an echo to it, which only amplified Sun’s giggles for Moon to hear. 

Moon smiled and walked around the outer perimeter of the daycare. “I hear giggles~! I hear giggle-giggle-giggles from Sunny!” Moon teased, placing both his hands around his own ear receptors to emphasize his hearing ability. 

"Eep! Hehehehe!" Sun squeaked, crawling further into the top part of the play area "Nahahaho!" He giggled, unable to stop himself. 

“Mooore giggles? I wonder what’s sooo funny?” Moon teased before turning around and finding the opening of the specific play area Sun happened to be in.

"Eeehehe! Nohohohothing!" Sun giggled, hiding in a small crevice while kicking his legs in an attempt to cope with the tickly butterflies. The little jingles of the bells on his elf-like shoes, could now easily be heard thanks to Sun kicking his little feetsies. This only further gave away the little giggly bean’s hiding spot. 

Moon smirked and decided to climb up the outside of the play area instead of going inside. “I’m gonna getchu~!” Moon teased, climbing higher and higher. 

"Eeek! When dihihihid you-!" Sun yelps with shock (though it sounded more like a squeal). 

Moon smirked as he heard this, climbing up on the wall right behind Sun and sneaking his right hand through the square holes. He poked Sun’s right side with his finger. “Boop!” He added playfully. 

"EEP!" Sun squeaked, having basically jumped 6 feet into the air. "Moonyyyy!" Sun whined. 

Moon giggled and climbed back down to the opening. He went inside the play area entrance this time, and climbed up rather quickly before staring right at Sun with a grin on his face. “Found you!”

"Noooo! Thahahat's cheating!" Sun’s rays spun with excitement. "Meanie Moon!" He whined, 

Moon smirked and wiggled his fingers as the widened smirk on his mask made for a more sinister appearance. “You know what happens now, don’t you?” He asked in a deep, evil voice. 

"Ohohoho gohohohosh!" Sun backed himself as much as he could into a corner, as his mask displayed more of a wobbly smile. "Plahahahay time?" He asked, knowing full well that was the answer. 

Moon smiled brightly and nodded his head. “Iiiit’s play time!!” He declared proudly before quickly skittering his long fingers all over Sun’s thin belly. “Coochy coochy coochy coo~!” Moon teased in a sing-song voice. 

Sun gasped and completely lost it right away. "OHOHO STAHAHAHAHARS!!" He waved his hands around. "NAHAHAHAT THE TUHUHUHUMMYHYHYHYYY!" He begged, giggling his heart out. 

Moon raised an eyebrow. “Why not the tummy? Where else could I possibly tickle?” Moon asked. 

Sun wasn’t entirely sure if this question was rhetorical, or deliberate. So should he answer? Or no? He soon decided that no, he doesn’t need to answer. Cause even if he wanted to answer, what the heck does he say?! ‘Tickle me in this certain spot’?! 

Moon moved a hand under his armpit. “Would the armpit be a better tickle spot?” He asked, before scratching the armpit lightly with his index finger.

"Bwahaha heheheheeee!!" He clamped his arms down, squealing. Though now, Moon had ran into a problem… His hands were now stuck in his brother’s armpits. What shall he do now? 

Moon giggled and consciously decided to just keep on tickling. “If my hands are stuck, I’ll just keep on tickling.” Moon declared. 

"Ihihihit tihihihihickles! It tihihihihickles!!" Sun doubled over, cackling his head off. At the same time, Sun’s head rays had started spinning in rambunctious circles. 

Was this a coping mechanism for Sun? Probably. 

Was it working? Yes. Yes it was. 

…That was, until Moon pulled one of his hands out from Sun’s armpit, and started gently scratching his fingers on one of the rays…

This, followed by the words “I’m struggling to remember…are your rays ticklish?” from Moon, turned Sun into the most adorable little giggle baby that ever existed. It was at this moment when Sun’s laugh had become bouncy and squeaky. Not only that, but his left foot was thumping on the ground, almost like a puppy being scratched in a favorite spot. "Hoohoohoo! Nehehehehahaha! Yehahaha!" Sun laughed, wiggling his rays subconsciously. 

Moon widened his eyes as he smiled brightly. “Awww! I guess they are! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Moon teased as he tickled the top front of the rays. Not only was Sun quite ticklish on his rays…but he’s also super adorable like this! 

The adorableness only tripled when he was showing signs of embarrassment. "Dohohohon't say it! Ohohoho golleehehehehe!" Sun giggled, covering his face. 

"Don't say what?" Moon asked with a smirk. "Don't say the tickle word? Don’t say the special tickle word?" Moon teased further, scratching the back of one of Sun's rays this time. 

Sun gasped and squeaked as the back of his left ray was scratched and skittered. "Eeek! It makes it woherherherse!" Sun explained briefly.

"it does?!" Moon reacted sarcastically, acting like he had no clue what he was doing…when in reality, he was 100% aware…and was fully exploiting it. 

Sun nodded as he giggled, squeaking happily as he scrunched up his shoulders to protect his rays. But as you could probably imagine, scrunching his shoulders up wasn’t stopping anything. 

Moon smiled and decided to move his hands over to both sides of his neck. When he was there, Moon started skittering there with both hands for a small change. “What about here? How ticklish are you here?” Moon asked, genuinely curious. 

Sun threw his head back and squealed! One side of his neck is ticklish enough. But both sides?! This made him giggle and tilt his head left and right like a cute little happy toddler. "Nehehehe! *Snrk*!" He tittered helplessly, scrunching his shoulders and covering his mouth as he pretty much snorted. 

“Awww…you’re really cute, you know that?” Moon told him. 

Sun shook his head. Excuse me- "NONO! I'm nahahahat!!" Sun argued. Sun’s mind was spiraling with thoughts. Like ‘I am NOT cute! How dare!!’ and ‘Such lies!’. Sun covered his whole face plate as if he was attempting to cover up a blush. 

“But you are! You’re even covering up an adorable blush!” Moon added, mentioning his embarrassment.

Sun shook his head, refusing to believe it. "Nahahahat!" He argued. 

"Iiiiiiis~!" Moon teased, insisting that Sun was a cute little bean who deserves tickles. Which in Moon’s eyes…he’s not wrong. 

But all this time that was spent enjoying Sun’s adorableness…ended up distracting Moon from Sun’s incoming revenge…

Sun did a surprising little thing, and started tickling along Moon's back. 

Moon jumped and gasped, before tittering and lowering his head down. “aAH- N-NOhoho-” Moon reacted, losing his concentration for a few moments. 

This was just enough time for Sun to finally return the favor. "Gohohohot youhuhuhu!" He declared with an eager smile. 

Moon shook his head and attempted to tickle Sun’s rays again. “Nohohot quihihihite…Ihihit’s a stahart, buhuhuhut-” he said as he attempted to take back control of the situation. 

Eager to completely destroy Moon, Sun starts tickling his brother’s sides next. "Hehehehere?" He squeaks out, his rays sinking in a little to make the tickles on his rays lessen. 

Moon froze in place for only a moment…before ultimately falling backwards and laughing like his heart depended on it. “GAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO SIHIHIDES! NOHOHO!” He shouted, having completely lost all of his composure. 

"Hoohoohooooo! Not the sides huh?!" Sun playfully chuckled, drawing circles on one side and squeezing the other "Which side tickles more?~ The left?~ Or the right?~" Sun asked. 

Moon pushed his palm against Sun’s face as he cackled and laughed under him. “BOOOHOHOHOOOTH! BOHOHOTH AHARE BAHAHAHAD!” Moon yelled. But noticeably…Moon was slowly leaning towards the left side…

And Sun, funnily enough, had quickly noticed this. “Are you suuuuuure it’s not your left?” Sun teased with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“YEHEHESS SHUTUP!” Moon shot back. He’s NOT more ticklish on his left side! He’s NOT! There’s no way! There’s- 

"Moony! That's rude!" Sun’s words interrupted Moon’s thoughts. 

Sun had stopped the tickling for a second, before pulling his hands away and thinking for a moment…And without touching Moon, Sun wiggled his fingers just above his brother’s sides. "Kitchy kitchy kitchy cooo~!!" Sun teased. 

Moon squeaked and covered his mouth with his fists. It only took a couple seconds for Moon to start giggling and shaking his head with his eyes squeezed shut. “Nononono- nohohohoho! Nohohoho fahahahair!”

"I'm not even touching you, Moonlee~!" Sun giggles, finally going for both sides "Boo! Tickytickytickyticky~!” He teased, still not touching down on his sides. “Are you enjoying yourself?~ Are ya? Are ya?~" Sun asked next, sounding more and more enthusiastic. 

Moon gasped and squealed, letting out super high-pitched giggles. “EEEHEEHEEheehee! Yeheheheah! Ihihihi ahahahaham!” Moon admitted, kicking his little feetsies like a ballerina. 

Sun gasped excitedly, and threw his arms up, loving his reply. "You like it!" Sun reacted before bringing his hands to Moon's knees, and squeezing the sides of the knees like a father would to their kid. "You like it, you like it, you like it!" Sun kept repeating, refusing to let Moon live this down.

Moon snorted…yes, snorted…and laughed gleefully while shaking his fists around. “Hahahaha! Whyhyhyhy the kneeheeheeheehees?!” He took off his hat and squeezed it as he laughed. “Hohohow ahare my kneeheehees tihicklihihihish?!” Moon asked, genuinely confused.

"Moony snorts as well?!" Sun’s face is practically glowing by this point! And then Sun smiled brightly and poked the front of Moon’s knee. "And why yes! Your knees are ticklish!! But... I'm not sure how... I just know that it's cute!" Sun declared next. 

Moon shook his head, refusing to believe such falsehoods. “Nohohot cuhuhute! Stohohop fihibbihihing!” 

Sun lets out the most dramatic gasp, stopping the tickling right away. "Moon!! I would never tell such slanders! Just for that, more side tickles!!" He dove for his sides, quickly squeezing them. 

Moon screeched like a triceratops and started cackling like a mad man. “NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” Moon shouted. 

"Yeah, you’d better be!" Sun squeezed his hands up his ribs. "Say you're cute, and this will stop~!" Sun declared. 

This made Moon’s laughter lessen to more breathless giggles. “Nohoho wahahahay! Yohohou’re cuhuhuteher!” Moon argued. And truthfully, Moon did believe that Sun was cuter than him by leaps and bounds. But did that matter in this situation? APPARENTLY NOT! 

"Meep! N-no! You are!" Sun pouted with slight embarrassment on his face. But he still continued tickling despite this, eventually tracing around where Moon's torso met his middle. Aka, the upper line that split up the chest and the stomach for flexibility purposes. 

Moon shook his head and started snorting between his laughter every 5 seconds. “NAHAHA- *snort* HAHAHA NOHO- *snort* NOHOHOHO! *snort* HAHAHA!”

There were a lot of snorts. 

"I found a snort spot! This is great!" Sun cooed, suddenly pulling a blue, stiff crafting feather from his pocket and fluttering it on the ticklish line on his chest while tickling his ribs with his other hand. 

His laughter lessened to little helpless giggles. But it would appear that Moon’s snort frequency would stay the same: constant and adorkable. 

"Now admit that you're cute~!" Sun ordered. 

Moon finally gave into his request. “Fihihine! Ihihihi’m cuhuhuhute!” Moon let out. 

"Good! And you are! Now as promised-" Sun giggled and stopped the tickling before booping Moon's nose. “Boop!” He added for extra effect.

Moon’s giggles turned to soft breaths as he went limp on the floor. He squeaked at the nose boop and looked away out of pure, harmless embarrassment.

"Awwe!~ I wiiiiin~!" Sun declared, feeling rather proud of himself. 

Moon couldn’t help the chuckle that left his mouth. “Yohohou…Yohou win…you win…” he told him. 

Sun sat himself up with a happy squeak, crossing his legs with his arms in his lap, and spinning his sun rays while bouncing in place. Sun was very, very happy. It was clear on his face. 

Moon smiled. “Though I technically won the moment I found you…” Moon cleared his throat. “You successfully beat the tickle monster.” Moon added. “Can we call it even?” Moon asked next.

"Mmm... Yeah!" Sun held out his left hand. "Truce?" He asked. 

Moon smiled and put his own hand in Sun’s. “Truce!” He shook on it. 

Though Moon wouldn’t end up seeing Sun’s other hand, which had snuck its way up to Moon's side while they were shaking hands. Like the gremlin he is, Sun had tricked Moon into yet another tickle attack. And though Moon would act like he was annoyed by his actions, Moon secretly didn’t mind it…

But would he actually tell Sun this?! Heck no! Not now! 

But later? Maybe.