#tickling lessons

[intheticklecloset]

The Tickle Demon: Second Strike (Black Clover)

Collab with @giggly-squiggily!

**Spoilers for Season 4 and beyond of Black Clover**

To read Part 1 (her fic), click here!

Summary: Part 2 of Squiggily's fic! Yuno offers to teach Liebe the best ways to tickle Asta, which the demon readily accepts!

A/N: EEEEK this was so much fun to work on! Asta and Liebe have had all of my brainspace since the latter was introduced in Season 4, and when we got to fangirling about them, this was the result! (Her idea, by the way!) Thank you so much for collabing with me again, friend! I had a ton of fun! 💖

Word Count: 2179

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“Now, now, Liebe,” Asta said, putting his hands up defensively. “Let’s…let’s not get hasty, all right? This whole tickling thing is still pretty new to you—”

“Hey, it worked fine with your friend, didn’t it?” Liebe shot back, beginning to grin. “What’s the matter, human? You scared?”

Asta opened his mouth to retort, then decided – stupidly – to try and make a run for it.

Behind him, Yuno stared in bafflement and exchanged a brief glance with the demon before the latter of them took off after the shorter mage. Beginning to feel a giddiness rise up in him that he hadn’t felt in months, Yuno sprinted after them both.

“Are you seriously trying to run away from me?” Liebe called after Asta, cackling with amusement. “We’re contracted! You literally can’t outrun me!”

“I can try!” Asta shouted over his shoulder, but his huge grin gave him away – to Yuno, at least.

Catching up to Liebe for a split second, he panted, “He just likes to make things difficult. Think you can take care of that?”

“Heck yeah, I can,” Liebe replied, then put on a burst of speed that had him caught up to Asta and tackling him to the ground in seconds.

Asta yelped and flipped onto his back just as Liebe caught his arms and pinned them at his sides. “Waitwaitwait!”

“Let you catch your breath, I know, I know.”

Asta blinked up at his demon, surprised. That hadn’t been why he’d been protesting, but it made him feel oddly proud to see Liebe catching on to his earlier lessons so quickly.

Yuno caught up to them then, unable to help but laugh a little. “What were you thinking, taking off like that?”

“You did it, too!”

“I had a chance to escape.”

“No you didn’t!” Asta and Liebe retorted in unison.

Yuno smirked and crouched at Asta’s side beside Liebe. “Well? Are you ready, Shortsta?”

“You’re still hung up on my height—?”

Suddenly Liebe’s unfairly pointed fingers were in his ribs, cutting Asta off mid-rant and making him choke on a startled laugh, trying to pull his arms out from under his demon.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Liebe told him with a grin.

“Wahahahahahait, nohohohohoho!” Asta giggled, squirming as much as he could even though the demon had barely begun. “I dihihihihihidn’t sahahahahahay I was reheheheheheady, you jeheheheherk!”

Liebe snorted. “You were talking just fine, so I assumed you could breathe.”

Yuno barely bit back another laugh of his own. He’d only known Liebe for a few minutes, but he liked him already. And the friendship he seemed to have with Asta was clearly strong, so he liked him even more for that.

“Why aren’t you laughing as hard as he did?” Liebe asked after a few moments of soft snickers, fingers poking and prodding all along his ribs.

At this point, Yuno felt it was time to step in and do his share of teaching as well. “Different people are more ticklish in different places. You just have to find the right spot.”

“Oooh.” Liebe hummed, nodding as he dragged his fingers to Asta’s waist.

Asta’s giggles grew a tad softer at the change in location, much to Liebe’s obvious frustration. “Nihihihice try, Liehehehehebe! You’ll hahahahahave to do behehehehetter than that if you wahahahant to take mehehehehehe down!”

Yuno rolled his eyes playfully and reached in to help, wiggling a finger into the space where Asta’s armpits were clamped to his sides. “You’re in no position to be sassing us like that, now are you, Shortsta?”

In response, the smaller mage whined and bit his lip to keep from laughing any harder, determined to hold out at least a little bit.

“Come on, where is it?” Liebe grunted, releasing one of his arms to better access the hollow of his armpit and scribble his claws into it.

Asta yelped and tried to pull his arm back in again, but Liebe only grinned and pinned it out to his side as he tickled. “Oooh, is it here? Is this the spot that will make you laugh?”

Liebe – for all his enthusiasm – wasn’t very good at gauging what human reactions meant in this context, Yuno decided. He scooted around so he was sitting behind Asta’s head, then gestured to get the demon’s attention.

“Here, give me his arms,” he said.

Both of them ignored the giggly “nononono!”s that were coming from Asta as Liebe handed his wrists off to the wind mage and watched as he pulled them above his friend’s head to sit on them. They both knew full well that despite his small stature, Asta had strength to spare. Best to take precautions.

“Try again,” Yuno encouraged, slowly trailing his own fingers in Asta’s armpits to keep him giggling and squirming while still allowing Liebe the pleasure of finding the best spot on his own. “You’ll know when you get to it. Oh, and don’t forget to tease him, too, remember?”

Liebe’s eyes lit up at the same time that Asta shot Yuno a “what the hell?!” look that had the wind mage smirking back at him.

“Oh, yeah!” The demon grinned and finally went for Asta’s stomach, making him shriek at the same time he let out a long string of, “Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Gahahahahahaha nohohohohohoho! Liehehehehehehebe, it tihihihihihihihihihickles!” Asta screeched, laughter spilling out of him in waves now as he struggled and writhed on the ground, unable to bring his arms down protectively anymore. He arched his back when the demon dragged a claw along his navel and cried, “Nohohohohohohohoho!”

Yuno grinned, watching the two of them. Liebe was a bit clumsy, but his eagerness made up for it, and despite his protests, he could see that Asta was having a blast in this moment. He always looked so happy when someone he cared about was tickling him. He thought it must really mean something that he and Liebe had bonded so quickly. He’d have to ask about their story later.

For now, he gave the demon a minute or so to enjoy Asta’s usual happy laughter before deciding it was time to bring out the big guns.

“You’re pretty close to making him really laugh,” Yuno said, smiling as Liebe looked up to meet his eyes. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to teach you the best way, because I doubt you’ll get it on your own.”

“Yuno!” Asta screeched, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Dohohohohon’t you dahahahahare!”

“Do dare!” Liebe interjected, grinning even wider. “If he doesn’t want you to share, it must be good. Tell me, human!”

“My name is Yuno,” the wind mage reminded him gently but firmly, “and I will. Watch this.”

“No! Yuno, don’t!” Asta whined, trying to bring his arms down to throw him off, but a quick scribble over his belly put an end to that.

Yuno finally allowed himself to grin mischievously, leaning in close to Asta’s face and digging a little harder into his armpits, cooing in his most annoyingly babyish voice, “What’s wrong? Whittle Asta can’t handle some whittle tickles? Hmm? Is that it?”

Asta twisted his head to the side, blushing furiously, trying desperately to keep his laughter at bay.

Yuno glanced at Liebe and said, “Tickle his stomach again.”

“No! Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Aww, whittle ticklish Asta can’t take some tummy tickles, can he? No, he can’t~ You’re so red now! Does it tickle too much? Huh?”

“FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Asta barely cut off a curse as he finally exploded with laughter, writhing on the ground like he wanted to burn a hole into it. “I TRUHUHUHUHUSTED YOU, TRAHAHAHAHAHAITOR!!”

Liebe watched Asta fall apart with rapt interest, eyes wide at the human’s reddened cheeks and more panicked state. Despite his curiosity, however, he found himself confused, and he frowned. “Why are you talking like that?”

Yuno stopped what he was doing to look up at him. He opened his mouth to explain that it was baby talk, but then – did demons have babies? Would they understand the concept? He found himself blushing a little, knowing how childish it all was. But it worked, and they both liked it, so he shrugged off the embarrassment and did his best.

“It’s a type of teasing. It’s called baby talk,” he said, glancing back down at Asta as he caught his breath and going right back into it before he could fully recover. “And it works soooo well on our whittle Asta! See? It makes him laugh sooo much, yes it does! Aww, are you ticklish, whittle Asta?”

“CUHUHUHUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOHOHOUT!!” Asta shrieked, shaking his head as he laughed helplessly under the onslaught.

Liebe still didn’t fully understand, but he thought he might have enough information to give it a try, so with a shrug, he dragged his claws down Asta’s stomach and cooed, “Oh, whittle Asta is a whittle baby, is he?”

His first instinct was to cringe – what was this insane type of human speech? It was ridiculous! – but then he saw how much Asta began to struggle and laugh in response to the words, and he felt something close to excitement well up inside him. He grinned, met Yuno’s approving gaze, and tried it again.

“Where does whittle Asta think he’s going? Hmm? I told you, we’re contracted! No escaping me, ticklish whittle Asta~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!!” Asta pleaded, laughing even harder now that his worst spot was being tickled in tandem with the teasing words.

Then the reality of them hit Liebe, and his grin went from pleased to utterly wicked in the span of a second. Asta could almost see the devil horns sprouting out of his head (besides the ones he already had).

“That’s right,” Liebe taunted, his voice lowering on instinct as he continued to coo at Asta’s laughing, squirming form. “You can’t get away from me ever, whittle Asta~” He dug his thumbs into the squishy bits of the sides of Asta’s stomach, earning a louder squeal for his efforts. “You said it yourself – I’m your tickle demon, aren’t I? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Whittle Asta is just soooo ticklish right here, isn’t he?”

Asta tossed his head back and positively cackled, his laughter coming out unfiltered in a way Liebe had never heard before. At a glance to Yuno, who gave him a smiling nod, he kept up his attack for another couple of minutes, watching the human utterly crumble beneath him and loving every second of it.

Eventually, though, he seemed to shift from this “having fun” thing they kept talking about to something else.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ENOUGH!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!” Asta begged, cheeks so red they looked like strawberries and a sheen to his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “YUNO!! LIEHEHEHEHEHEBE!!”

Yuno held up a hand to the demon, signaling for him to stop. Much as he would have liked to keep going, Liebe followed his direction and ceased tickling, though he didn’t immediately climb off of him like the wind mage did.

“There. Now we’re even,” Yuno said, ruffling his hair playfully and hiding his wince as the bruise on his elbow from his own ambush reminded him it was there. Asta gratefully brought his arms down to cover his stomach, hands inadvertently resting on top of Liebe’s. “You good?”

“Y-Yeheheah,” Asta managed, gasping for breath and turning a halfhearted glare on his best friend. “You traitor.”

Yuno smirked, glancing at Liebe. “I think we both know you don’t mind him knowing about this.”

Asta groaned, but he grinned up at the demon anyway. “Yeah, it’s fine. As long as you promise not to kill me with it, you jerk.”

“I promise no such thing.” Liebe smirked, suddenly grabbing onto his wrists and pinning them down again, his eyes flashing in a way that made Yuno nervous but that only made Asta giggle again. “Like I said, you’re stuck with me. And now that I know about this little weakness…”

Asta squeaked as Liebe used his tail to prod his side momentarily.

“…I intend to have all kinds of fun with you. Soft whittle Asta~”

“Stooooop!” Asta snickered, twisting his body so that Liebe fell onto his side, both of them grinning. “Go back to being a puffball! I want to hang out with Yuno. I haven’t seen him in forever.”

“Who are you calling a puffball, you little—!”

Yuno watched the two of them wrestle and couldn’t help but grin. It was strange; he saw how close and comfortable Asta was with this demon, yet he felt no jealousy. If anything, he was happy for him. Happy that he had another friend within the Black Bulls to look out for him.

They did eventually get to walk around the kingdom and catch up, with Liebe piping up once in a while but mostly leaving them to it, and Yuno was even more grateful that he was willing to let them have their time, unlike a certain wind spirit he knew.

Whoever this demon was, he felt good about entrusting him with Asta’s safety and well-being.

And his laughter.

[lowkeylokilee]

This community really needs a lesson in consent.

Tickling your friends who don't know about you liking tickling/having a blog and then going online posting about it or sending people asks about it is creepy as fuck.

If they cannot consent to you posting this you shouldn't be posting it or sending it to other blogs.

Imagine it was the other way around and they had a blog where they went in debt about how flustered they got when you hugged them. How it felt and how it made them feel and then a bunch of strangers online comment on it and encourage them to hug you more and tell them about it etc.

No matter what tickling is to you, you should be honest to friends about it if you post about them online. This is obviously not including you maybe telling a story from like 10 years ago.

I am talking about people who are baiting people into tickling them without letting them know what this really means to you.

Same goes for posts giving tipps on how to get people to tickle you without you telling them how much you like it. Like can you not realise how creepy that is?

Consent is key, even outside of fetish and kink.

[rachi-roo]

Aaaaaaaa hiiiii I was wondering if you were willing to take art requests for all things you watched or just 💕

If it’s for all I was wondering if you could draw lee!Uramichi from Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan any ler is fine 😊😊😊

MmmYEEEESSSS!!! Hi friend!!! Indeed indeed, anything on that list!!! 🥰

Poor Uramichi, he just can't catch a break! Although, I think he's actually having fun 😊

GET HIM USAO! GET HIM KUMAO! Show the children the magic of tickling!!! It can turn even the grumpinest of grumps into a giggling mess! 🥰💕

Tee hee, enough messing around on set, TAKE 2!

Thank you so much for the request!!! Drawing these big old bunny and bear suits is so much fun!! Sorry it took so long to get finished XD Love you!!! MUWA!!! 💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖

[laughterfixs]

Oops more bbu tickle art :3

Felt a need for Aristotle, my other favorite bbu character,to get the boys too. I headcanon the rad magic dad has some pretty strong tickle spells~

I got other bbu stuff brewing in my brain! Art block is a horrible thing TwT

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Charlie: Okay, Goodness Lesson #1: you see someone drop their wallet. (whipsers to Angel Dust) Angel, drop the wallet. (Angel drops his wallet) Now, what would you do?

Sir Pentious: Excuse me, sir, but I do believe you dropped your wallet.

Angel Dust: Doesn't look familiar to me.

Sir Pentious: What? I just saw you drop it. Here.

Angel: Nope; it's not mine.

Sir Pentious: It is yours. I am trying to be a good person and return it to you.

Angel: Return what to who?

Sir Pentious: *facepalms* Aren't you Anthony Giovanni?

Angel: Yep.

Sir Pentious: And this is your ID.

Angel: Yep.

Sir Pentious: I found this ID in this wallet, and if that's the case, this must be your wallet.

Angel: That makes sense to me.

Sir Pentious: Then take it.

Angel: It's not my wallet.

Sir Pentious: *screams* YOU DIPSHIT! TAKE YOUR FUCKING WALLET OR I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!

*tickle belt activated*

Charlie: Wrong! (Sir Pentious falls to the floor laughing) Good people don't rip other people's arms off!

[hopinglylost3214]

Always remember it's the lee who's in control, not the ler. If the lee says they don't want to be touched in certain places, you respect that. If the lee says they only want certain kind of tickling, you respect that (Of course, lers can say no too. and that's 100% valid. But it should be obvious that lees control what happens to their body, not the lers).

The lee is letting the ler tickle them. They're giving the ler a privilege that they can take away at any moment for any reason.

In the end, just be nice, listen and communicate, and make each other happy, okay?

[giggly-squiggily]

I SEE REQUESTS ARE OPEN BESTIE I LOVE U SM ❤️❤️❤️

if its alright and if there are still slots (lol) may i ask for a lee gonta and ler kirumi from danganronpa v3

i headcannon her to be quite a scary ler 😚

(Requests are closed- this is an older request!)

Ooo, wait I love this??? They'd make such a fun pair! Slime, I've gotcha! :D I don't know if I achieved scary Ler energy from Kirumi in this one, but I had a blast writing it! I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @sevenincubistolemyheart @giggly-toybox @happy-trenchcoated-impala

Gonta Gokuhara was a gentleman, first and foremost.

But Kirumi- she was what Gonta called “the ultimate gentleman”.

Poised and polished at all times, Kirumi seemed to always be cool headed and wise. She defused tense arguments with soothing words and cups of warm tea, and always went several steps above for everyone- regardless if they showed their appreciation or not. Gonta couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen the ultimate maid flustered or even angry.

Granted- he had heard a rumor or two that she threw Oma into the nearest trashcan when he kept asking her dumb questions- but that was neither here nor there.

Gonta admired her. She made things so effortless, while all his attempts at being more gentlemanly ended in disaster. He still felt bad for the time he tried to push in Shinguji’s seat and slammed him in so fast he bruised a few ribs, or the time he went to hold the door open for Akamatsu and accidentally took it off the hinges. Both parties had forgiven him, but the shame remained all the same.

Deciding what needed to be done, he got up and went to search for the maid. There was only one way to fix this predicament.

~~~

“You want me to train you?” Kirumi seemed surprised by the offer, halfway through dusting the various plants in her lab. “Why? I’m not as well versed in Entomology as you are-”

“Oh no!  Gonta wishes to learn to be a better gentleman from you!” He was quick to correct her, stiffening when he saw her flinch. Whoops- way too loud. “Sorry- Gonta sorry. I got excited..”

“No, no you're fine.” Kirumi walked over, patting his arm with the gentlest of smiles. “You’re not even the closest to being the loudest in this group. But really- are you sure you want me to teach you? I’m rather old fashioned in my etiquette, and I’m not the best of teachers around..”

“Gonta has faith in you!” Gonta nodded enthusiastically, eyes glittering. “Please, Tojo-sama. Show me how to be a better gentleman.”

Kirumi paused, considering. Then she sighed with a smile, tucking away her duster as she curtsied. “Very well. I will do my best to teach you.”

“Yay!” Gonta began to cheer.”

“But!” She cut him off, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not gonna go easy on you. No mistakes will be accepted.” Her eyes danced, an aura of danger began to surround her, making her seem suddenly much larger than life. For once, Gonta felt rather small. “Be ready, Gonta Gokuhara.”

Gonta could only nod, gulping down his nerves.

~~~

Whatever Gonta had pictured as a result of making a mistake, this wasn’t it.

“Straighten up- now hold that position when you eat.” Kirumi instructed, voice cool and clear. It wasn't the first time she said it, but her tone never betrayed a single hint of annoyance or irritation. “Come, Gokuhara- didn’t I tell you to hold it?”

“Ahehehaha! Hehehehhahahaha!” Gonta struggled to sit up straighter as that dastardly feather duster wiggled against his lower back. The trade of Kirumi’s talent and punishments; whenever he made even the slightest of errors, she’d get him with it! If Gonta were being honest- it didn’t feel nearly as bad as he imagined.

Granted- he’d only ever seen teaching in books and shows where they’d wield wooden swords and rulers. He was happy Kirumi wasn’t that old fashioned. “Gohohohnta sihiihtting strahhahaight!”

“Hmm..yes, that is correct.” Nodding, Kirumi came around to his side, eyeing him. “Now, which is your soup spoon?”

Easy. Gonta picked it up. Kirumi smiled.

“Very good. First course fork?”

Correct again.

“Main course?”

Gonta held them up as she called them. It took a few rounds of feather dusting to get it right, but he felt confident. Pleased, Kirumi nodded. “Very good. Now- here’s a challenge. How do you place down your silverware when you’re taking a break?”

….Uh.

Gonta looked at the plate, trying to recall the earlier positions Kirumi showed him. There were at least five. He dared a peek, feeling anticipation bubble in his gut when she reached for her duster. “G-Gonta thinks…” He looked at the plate and silverware in hand, panicked. “Gonta…Gonta can’t remember.”

Kirumi hummed, nodding. She walked over to him, coming behind. “First- we have finished.” She took his hands in hers, guiding them to show him. “Got it?”

Gonta nodded, she continued.

“This is to signal a break, excellent…didn’t like…next plate. There you are. Makes sense?”

Gonta nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Yes!”

“Good.”

Then the tickles came.

“Aehahhahaha!” Gonta yelped, dropping the silverware as he tried and failed to block out her hands. “Geahhahhahaha! T-Tohoohoohhojohohoohoho- shahahahahmahahhah! Aheahhahahha!”

“Let’s try this again. Now- using your fingers- what is the signal for finished?” She asked against his shoulder, a laugh in her voice as Gonta squeaked and giggled, curling into himself. “Come on, you know it.”

“Ahehahahaha- F-Fiihihihihnsihed?” Gonta shakily held out two fingers straight.

“Good. Now show me taking a break?”

“Aheahhahaha!” Gonta willed his hands to move, arms too busy pressed tightly into his sides as her nimble fingers danced across his ribs. At times she walked them up his biceps, giving them a few pinches as she went to really get him laughing. “Lihiihihke thihihihis?”

“Close, a little more open..there you go. Good. Now- show me excellent.”

One after the other, Gonta struggled to make hand signs as Kirumi tickled him seemingly endlessly. By the final question, he was breathless and flushed, leaning into the table as Kirumi released him from her clutches. “Ahehehea..ahehahahaa…hehehe..”

“You’ve done well. Even when under stress, you remembered your manners. As is a true gentleman.” Kirumi nodded, leaving briefly. When she returned, she had a cup of tea in hand. For a moment, Gonta wondered if there’d be more lessons regarding it.

“That should be enough for today. We can pick this up tomorrow.” Kirumi nodded as she placed the cup on the table. Then she paused, stiffening all over.

“Tojo-sama?” Gonta asked, surprised to see her so still.

“Oh, pardon me.” She coughed, her cheeks a rare tint of pink. “I seemed to forget myself. I shouldn’t be making assumptions of your future plans like that.”

“Why? I want to come back tomorrow.” Gonta’s words seemed to darken her cheeks, eyes widening a fraction. “You’re a good teacher, Tojo-sama. I feel like I’m becoming a better gentleman through you.” He turned to her, straightening his back and raising his hands. He pointed his fingers in the direction she taught him was “excellent”. “Gonta rates you with an ‘excellent’!”

Kirumi stared, and Gonta carried on smiling. His face cracked when he saw her eyes well up. “Tojo-sama? Oh no- Gonta messed up, didn’t he?”

“No-no, not at all.” She let out a wet laugh, wiping at her eyes. “I’m just- that made me really happy. More than you realize.” She smiled, something new and warm and what Gonta would describe as adorable in her expression as she curtsied. “I’d love to keep teaching you etiquette, if you’ll have me.”

“Gonta wouldn’t have it any other way!” Gonta cheered, making her laugh softly. “For now, let us have tea!”

“Yes…may I make one small request though?” Kirumi asked as she sat down, taking the cup offered to her.

“Hm? Sure, what is it?”

“Please…there’s no need to refer to me as Tojo-sama. I feel like we’ve gotten close well before these lessons. You’re my friend. I’d like you to refer to me as one.” She seemed to shake some in her cup, cheeks hot and eyes averted. Gonta never thought he’d witness such a composed woman so shy.

“Of course…Kirumi.” He watched her relax, smiling in her tea. “But please call me Gonta. We’re friends after all.”

“Yes. Yes, Gonta- we are.”

Thanks for reading!

[crazy-as-a-jaybird]

Me when i realize that many vocal exercises are, in fact, my trusted verbal stims:

[nhasablogg]

Lessons in comforting Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Eddie, Wayne

Anonymous said: Could you write a story where Uncle Wayne cheers Eddie up for failing senior year?

...and I said a whole story about Wayne comforting Eddie? Sure thing! Thank you to @rosiesramblings for the last two scenarios!

Warnings: Mentioned homophobia, mentioned drug use

Words: 2k

It wasn’t that Wayne didn’t have any experience with kids before Eddie came to live with him. He saw him every year, for birthdays and holidays and the occasional weekend where Eddie’s dad decided he’d had enough of being a parent and dumped his one and only child with his younger brother. Perhaps Wayne had been a little too good at handling Eddie, as he found him literally on his front step one day, backpack in hand and tears spilling so generously as Eddie refused to look at him.

“Did you run away?” Wayne asked, taking the bag from him, mentally trying to figure out where the hell he was supposed to put a 12-year-old that hadn’t spent the night in the past five years.

Eddie shuffled into the trailer, closing the door softly behind him. “He kicked me out.”

Now Wayne wasn’t an animated man. Where his brother lit up like a firecracker at the slightest inconvenience he’d always held back, letting it all settle in his mind before he allowed any emotion to show on his face. He suspected that was one of the reasons he could handle Eddie so well, who got angrier and angrier as the years went by (not that Wayne blamed him, with a father like his). He also suspected that was why Eddie liked him. Liked his calm and his quiet humor and his thinking before speaking. He felt bad that he got to witness one of the few times Wayne really snapped, screaming into the phone and threatening his brother and telling him he was never seeing his son again.

“Good,” he sneered back. “Keep that homo away from me.”

When they hung up Eddie was staring at the floor, angry tears freely flowing in a way that broke Wayne’s heart.

He turned his small extra room, which had been used as storage for the past ten years, into a bedroom complete with a mattress on the floor, and gave his own bedroom to Eddie the very same day.

The first week was the easiest, as they were busy adjusting to each other all while still somehow assuming Eddie’s father would show up, apologetic but not apologizing. It was only once they passed the seven day mark that they both realized that maybe this was it, this was life for the next five or so years.

That was the second time Eddie cried since his arrival, at the very least loudly and visibly enough for Wayne to realize it. He found him curled up on the bed, bag thrown across the room in a way that had littered all its contents over the floor. Wayne had noticed he hadn’t unpacked. Had held onto that last shred of hope.

“Hey.” Wayne had never been good at comforting people, so he perched on the side of the bed awkwardly, hand finding the back of Eddie’s neck. “He’s not worth that.”

Eddie looked up at him, sniffling. “I know.”

They sat in silence, Eddie still silently sobbing and Wayne holding onto his neck, stroking the skin slowly until Eddie fell asleep.

The next day he took him out to the junkyard and let him smash as many cars as he needed.

*

The first time Eddie had an unrequited crush while living with Wayne - Wayne could tell so very easily it was almost ridiculous - he pouted for four days before Wayne finally sat down a bowl of ice cream in front of him without a word, a hand on his shoulder as he sank down on the couch next to him. Eddie looked at him wordlessly before picking up his spoon, digging around the chocolate and vanilla for a moment before finally taking a bite.

Wayne leaned back, wondering how to approach this. It would’ve been easier had he not been 90% certain Eddie had a crush on a boy. While not seeing anything wrong with it himself, he knew it probably wasn’t easy to talk about, especially since they’d never once mentioned it before. He tapped his fingers on his knee. He knew Eddie probably understood that he suspected it, and while they spoke well through silence he reckoned sometimes words were needed, too.

He hummed and Eddie turned toward him, as if he was expecting it. “What?”

Wayne met his gaze. “Is the ice cream good?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything else. Wayne started tapping at his knee again, a nervous habit. Sometimes, when Eddie commented on it, he started tapping on Eddie’s knee instead, relishing in how he giggled and tried to evade him. Wayne would sometimes grab onto his leg and hold it in place, claiming Eddie needed to make some sacrifices if he was forbidding him from tapping on himself. Eddie would fall into hysterical ticklish laughter as Wayne turned his tapping into squeezing and eventually into wiggling.

He knew it probably wouldn’t solve things now and so he didn’t do it, although he missed his laughter. Had gotten used to it the past three years.

He hummed again, and when Eddie looked at him this time he put his hand on his knee only briefly and told him to finish his ice cream before it melted.

*

“I fucking failed again.”

Wayne winced as the door slammed shut, Eddie’s parting words ringing in his ears. He wasn’t disappointed more than he was upset for his nephew, who’d been trying so hard to finally graduate and failing each time. He knew what it meant for Eddie to have to stay here, stuck in this town which shunned him in several ways and had been for the last seven years.

He sighed, giving Eddie a moment before knocking on the door and waiting in vain for a response. “Kid?”

Nothing.

“Eddie, I’m coming in.”

He found him sitting on his bed, smoking something Wayne had never questioned, with his gaze stuck on the ceiling. He wasn’t crying. He rarely was nowadays.

“Are you okay?” He knew it was a stupid question, but Eddie wouldn’t talk unprompted.

Eddie huffed out smoke. “Just peachy.”

“Eddie.”

“I just.” He leaned forward, hands waving in the air as if he was looking for the right words. “I’m so.”

“Angry?”

“Yes.”

“You have every right to be.”

He leaned back again, blinking at him. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?” Wayne placed a hand on Eddie’s calf, squeezing it lightly. “I can see how hard you try. The school’s not accommodating at all, is all I know.”

Eddie exhaled loudly. “Right?”

“Next year.” Wayne patted his leg. “I really believe next year will be your year.”

“86.” Eddie took a drag, let the smoke come out of his nose. “My year.”

“All yours.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

*

Wayne didn’t gloat much, or at all really. But according to Eddie he was a bad winner, which probably was only amplified since Eddie was a sore loser.

But Wayne didn’t gloat. Truly. Scout’s honor.

Okay, maybe a little.

“When will you learn?” he was saying now, grinning as Eddie threw his cards on the table. “I never lose at card games.”

Eddie pointed at him. “You cheat. I don’t know how, but you cheat.”

“I don’t need to do that to win.”

“Stop smirking.”

“I’m not!” Wayne held up his hands. “You stop pouting.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.”

Eddie huffed, pushing his chair back to stand. “I’ll figure out how you cheat one day. Just you wait.”

“Oh, come on, Ed, don’t be upset with me.”

“I’m not, just disappointed.” Eddie shook his head. “I thought better of you, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne sighed, somewhat dramatically. “Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

“No.”

“Come here.”

“I know what you’re gonna do.” Eddie started walking when Wayne stood. “Stay away from me.”

“But I have to comfort you since you’re so upset with me.” Wayne picked up his pace. “Eddie, wait.”

The chase wasn’t long-lived, but intense enough that Wayne all but tackled Eddie to the couch by the end of it, fingers worming under his chin to the sound of high pitched giggles. His favorite sound. He’d been hearing it for most of Eddie’s life, but it had become less frequent as he got older. He’d started doing it again only because he realized Eddie wouldn’t kill him afterward.

“Wa-hayne!”

“Ye-hes?”

Eddie kicked his legs, hands gripping Wayne’s wrists but doing little to push him off. “Asshole.”

“Oho, you’re gonna turn me comforting you into a punishment if you keep that up, kid.”

“I’m not a kid- gah, no!”

“You’re barely 20. You’ll be a kid to me until you’re at least 35.”

Eddie didn’t reply, his giggles rounding out into full on belly laughter as Wayne used one hand to poke at his ribs, the other staying put at his neck. This was one way to mellow him out, but Wayne only used this method of comfort occasionally. It had been a trial and error, figuring out what actually worked and what only agitated him in the moment, but Wayne felt he’d compiled a pretty accurate list of ways to comfort his nephew now.

He reached back to squeeze at his knee, relishing in how he squealed.

*

“Goddammit, I can’t get it right.”

Wayne glanced at Eddie, who was sitting on the couch with his guitar on his lap. “The new song?”

“Something’s off.” Eddie shook his head. “It doesn’t sound right.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s a difficult song.” Wayne admitted he knew absolutely nothing about instruments, but had been hearing Eddie play for the past few years. The kid was talented. Patient.

Well, most times.

“Listen to this.” Eddie played something elaborate and semi-identical to the songs he usually played (okay, Wayne really knew nothing of this type of music), turning to him with a frown as if Wayne himself was responsible for whatever was wrong.

“It sounded okay to me.”

Eddie sighed, exasperated. “Of course it did.”

“Hey now.”

His face immediately softened. “Sorry. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

“What you need,” Wayne said, ruffling Eddie’s hair which earned him a whine. “is some food. Dinner’s almost ready. Then you can tell me all about what it is that isn’t working out, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.” A beat, and, “Thanks.”

Wayne was already walking away. “For?”

“For listening. For caring.”

Wayne grunted, unwilling to turn back to let his nephew see his pink face. “Don’t mention it. Wash your hands.”

*

Wayne woke up confused, blinking into the darkness of the living room, which he fell asleep in more often than not since giving Eddie his room. He’d been flung out of sleep, so something must’ve woken him up. He lay still, listening to the rain, the wind, but it was all faint. Not enough to get through to him, being a heavy sleeper as he was.

He rolled to his side, grunting as his back protested. Maybe the mattress on the floor was better after all. Maybe he should get a real bed.

He heard it then; something quiet and heartbreaking. He was standing within seconds, walking toward Eddie’s room.

“Kid?” He pushed the door open, finding Eddie fast asleep, but twitching, mouthing words around his sobs. A nightmare. He’d been having more of those, but since he sometimes worked nights Wayne rarely caught them. Unsure of what to do now, he crossed the room, placing a hand gently on Eddie’s arm. “Eddie.”

“N-no...”

“Eddie, it’s me.” He shook him lightly, evading Eddie’s flying hand just in time as the kid woke in a panic. “Woah, woah, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

Eddie sat up, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the dreams. “Wayne?”

“I’m here.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I’m sure he’s also here somewhere.”

Eddie let out a laugh, something hysterical, bordering on a sob. “God- oh, don’t say it.”

Wayne let the joke die at the tip of his tongue, both of them laughing weakly in the darkness.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wayne asked later, once they’d calmed down and Eddie was rolling onto his side.

“No,” Eddie said, although he seemed to be hesitating. “Not now.”

“Okay, well, I’ll be here if you do.”

“Thank you.”

Wayne put his hand on Eddie’s cheek, pushing hair out of his face as he did. “You want me to sleep in here with you?”

“Oh, come on, Uncle Wayne, I’m not 10.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “Just checking.”

[kanene-yaaay]

(spoilers from season 2 of tgcf, rip all of us)

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But what if, instead of capturing and immobilizing Lang Qianqiu that time in the forest, Rouye decided to tickle him? What if there wasn't so much ressentment and lies and fear in that scene and was instead a cute, silly moment between the young crown prince and his old mentor? What if Xie Lian scolded him about being impulsive and thoughtless and how he could've died for this while Lang Qianqiu is giggling and laughing on the floor? What if he starts quizzing him about clever and safer ways that he could've go on about his threat and suddenly Lang Qianqiu feels like he is 15 again, doing his best to impress his teacher and he tries to actually think about his questions but immediately falls back to squealing and kicking, trying to squirm away but being unable to escape the soft silk wrapped around him that kept poking and pordding and vibrating and tickling at his sides and neck and ribs and absolutely everywhere?

What if - since this is now a CUTE AND SILLY moment with no ressentment - Hua Cheng decided to tease and provoke him since it's the second time he acts like that and ends up losing and being captured by them and, come on, it's really that your best? It's almost as if you like this. And LQQ squeaks in absolute protest and feels like his face is going to melt?

What if he had discovered the truth long time ago and had time to grief and come to terms with it, and now, when he discovers that Xie Lian is his old mentor, wants to challenge him to a fight so he can show him just how much better he got since the last time they saw each other and how he definitely can win a spar against him now. And now in the end it's all just a very cute tickle story huh? What then?

Anyway you can blame the very own Ruoye for this hc because how can a piece of fabric be SO SMUG about capturing somone like COME ON IT LITERALLY STOPPED, LOOKED AT LANG QIANQIU WITH A :] FACE AND THEN CAPTURED HIM, PLEASE!!!!!! P L E A S E. AND XIE LIAN BEING ALL SO :]c AFTERWARDS TOO LIKE !!!! SHAKING THEM BY THEIR SHOULDERS!!!!

I 100% headcanon Lang Qianqiu having a super squeaky and loud laughter, even if he is not actually that ticklish, and just BABBLING the most utter nonsense while being tickled. Xie Lian discovered about it because he caught the prince and his friend (the boy w no name <3) in he middle of a tickle fight once and, even though he never actually tickled him besides one or two sneaky pokes to wake him up during lessons, Rouye never forgot and now rip him.

Also since I am already here, in this reality Xie Lian was not punished and so Hua Cheng only think that boy as the Annoying Kid that Xie Lian once teached and now that appeared centuries later to cause an unecessary ruckus in his city so he is Getting Revenge.

[ivyithink]

here on this fine day to spread my agenda: uhtred's actually a good dad to aethelstan. edward can have his other children, but aethelstan is uhtred's little boy. uhtred is his mom, dad and cool uncle all in one and i think that's beautiful actually

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[oliviaischillin1204]

lessons in how to stop being a dick

Pairing: Familial Johnny and Robby

Word Count: 1,682 words

i've gotten a few asks abt cobra kai recently (there is one in my inbox rn, i'm so sorry i haven't responded yet!) and it just reignited my inspiration for this idea i had so tada new fic!! :D

"You sure you don't wanna head home?" Johnny called out to the near-empty dojo as the last few students walked out. "Carmen hasn't pulled off yet, you could ride home with her and Miguel."

"Nah," Robby replied. He was on the other side of the dojo, wiping down the mats before putting them back against the wall. "Someone has to keep this place from getting a health code violation."

"Hey, I clean this place after every session!"

"Oh, yeah? Then why was there dried blood still on this mat?"

"I left it there. As a reminder of what happens if you let your guard down."

Robby huffed a laugh, which made a spark of something really good go through Johnny's chest. Having his son back in his life was something that seemed impossible for such a long time, and now they got to spend time together every day, even if it was while cleaning a gross, sweaty karate dojo together.

They continued to riff and bicker while they cleaned and sorted the rest of the mats, put the training dummies back in place, and mopped the floors. Robby even fixed one of the fluorescent lights that Johnny had been too lazy to get to. Finally the two of them stood side by side, admiring the Cobra Kai dojo.

"Looks good to me," Robby said.

"Yeah, same, man. You did a good job on those floors." Johnny nudged Robby's shoulder with his own. "Somebody must've taught you the value of hard work."

"Yeah, his name is Daniel LaRusso."

"Shut up." Johnny bumped him again, a bit harder, smirking when he felt Robby return the gesture. There was a beat of silence, just this side of awkward, but not wholly unpleasant.

Finally Robby sighed, turning and heading to the locker rooms. "Alright, lemme just grab my bag-"

"Robby," Johnny blurted. His son stopped in his tracks, looking back in confusion. Johnny wavered for a second, then pushed through. "I really do appreciate this second chance, man."

Robby's face smoothed out as he huffed a little laugh. "I know, Dad."

"I mean it," Johnny continued. "Even after... you know, all the Kreese bullshit, and the pony tail dude, and LaRusso, and everything... I know we're on good terms now, but... you didn't have to let me back into your life."

Robby shifted a bit in place. He looked about as uncomfortable hearing this as Johnny felt saying it. "I mean... would've been kinda shitty to just ignore you after everything."

"No, it wouldn't," Johnny said. "You'd be completely within your rights to never talk to me again. I was an asshole, and a horrible father, and... I mean, you didn't really have a dad for so long-"

"Too long," Robby blurted. "Long enough."

Johnny's breath caught in his chest. "Yeah." He coughed, looking around awkwardly for a moment. "So- you know, I'm just- I'm gonna try my hardest to stop being a dick, for everyone, but especially you. And- you know. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your Dad again."

Jesus Christ, he's so lame now. Having actual loved ones in his life again made him a sappy loser.

"I-" Robby started, and Johnny looked closely at him for any signs this was going to far. "I just-"

He sighed, cleared his throat, and finally looked towards Johnny again. "Thank you for... trying to be better, Dad. You are better. And... I love you."

Johnny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I love you too, kid."

They paused. Slowly Johnny walked towards Robby; he raised his arms, and after a beat Robby returned the hug. They stood in the middle of the room, just barely swaying as Johnny held his son.

"I love you," he said again, because fuck it, he'd take being cringey if it meant his son got to hear those words as much as possible. "I love you, Robby."

He had no idea what Robby was thinking, but he felt his son slowly drop his head onto his dad's shoulder. Johnny rubbed his back with one hand, the other cradling the back of his head. After a long moment wrestling with indecision, Johnny pressed a light kiss onto Robby's temple.

"Love you, kid."

He didn't expect a response, but after a few moments he caught a muffled response from where his son's face was buried in his shirt.

"What?"

Robby pulled back a bit; Johnny still couldn't see his face, but he definitely heard the smirk in his voice as he said, "Did Mr. LaRusso write that speech for you?"

Johnny froze. His arms were still wrapped around his kid. "You serious?"

"No, it was a great speech. Very, uh, emotional." Yeah, Robby was fucking laughing at him, the little shit. "Or did Carmen help you? You asked her what teenage boys like, and she told you they love hearing their parents say 'I love you' over and over?"

"You little shit." Johnny was baring his fucking soul to this kid, and Robby was making fun of him. This would not stand.

Johnny looked slightly down. Right under his chin was Robby's shoulder; he always changed into a tank top after practice. Before he could think about it, Johnny leaned down and blew a raspberry right on Robby's shoulder.

In hindsight, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. It didn't feel good in the slightest to admit it, but the truth is Johnny had no idea if Robby was ever ticklish. He'd never been around that long, and when he was it certainly wasn't the kind of thing Robby would've allowed before their relationship had gotten better. It wasn't even a normal tickle spot, Johnny thought- who the hell has ticklish shoulders?

Apparently... Robby does. Very much so.

Because his response to having his dad blow a raspberry on the crook of his shoulder, Johnny's half-shaven stubble scratching the skin while the rest of his shoulder buzzed with vibrations, was to squeal and immediately lose all ability in his legs.

"Jesus!" Johnny hissed, catching Robby when his son veered dangerously far to one side. "Was that- was that real? It tickled that much?"

"What the fuck-" Robby hissed in return, "what the fuck was that?" He tried to stand, but doing so would've pulled him out of Johnny's grasp, and on a whim Johnny locked his arms even tighter around his son's shoulders. "Dude, let me go-"

"Hell, no," Johnny said. And then he did it again: same shoulder, same spot, and same desperate giggles falling from Robby's mouth.

"Dad!" he gasped, his legs kicking wildly. "What are you-"

Johnny did it again, this time closer to his neck, and Robby's squeal turned into more of a scream. He slammed his head to the side, frantically rubbing his ear against the skin to stop the tingles.

"Fucking- are you serious?" he said. His ears were turning red, Johnny noticed, and his smile was wider than Johnny remembered seeing it in a while. It wasn't a smug smirk, or the measured-yet-cocky expression Robby wore after winning a sparring match. It was uneven, with lots of teeth, and looked very goofy.

So of course, Johnny immediately switched to the other side and blew yet another raspberry.

"Why?" Robby screamed, trying to slam his head down to the other side. "Dad!"

"Mhmm?" Johnny asked, keeping his mouth pressed against Robby's shoulder. "What's up, kid?"

There was no answer; his son was too busy laughing his head off at the feeling of Johnny's words sending tickly feelings all down his spine. He stamped his feet against the ground, straining against Johnny's hold, but his dad had the upper ground.

"I'm trying to be earnest, you dork," Johnny said, "and you make fun of me?" He ducked his head to go again, waited for Robby to try to protect his neck, then immediately attacked the other side.

"Do you think-" he blew a raspberry- "that Carmen had to teach me this?" Another one, this time moving one hand from around Robby's shoulders to squeeze haphazardly at his side. "Or LaRusso?"

Robby was giggling and cackling, his legs moving seemingly without permission from his brain. He tried to pull backwards, but Johnny easily switched his hold to around Robby's midsection, and now both hands were free to squeeze and vibrate all over his sides and stomach. Robby couldn't stop squealing, that was the craziest thing- Johnny never would've imagined his son could made that noise. Now that he heard it, he never wanted to stop.

"Yohohou- you said- you were gonahahahahaha stop-being-a-dick!" he shrieked, throwing his head back with laughter that seemed to echo off the dojo walls.

"This is just payback, man," Johnny teased. "Don't make fun of me when I'm being sappy and shit."

He waited for a comeback, but Robby's breaths were sounding more and more ragged, his body getting weaker and less fighty, and Johnny figured it was probably time to stop. He slowed his fingers and moved his hands so he was simply helping Robby stand upright as the teen caught his breath.

"You good?" he said. Robby coughed as his breathing slowed down, even though his face was still pretty red.

"You are-" he panted, before fixing Johnny was a hilariously inaffective glare, "such a dick."

Johnny grinned. "Like I said, it's a work in progress."

Robby rolled his eyes and turned his head, but he wasn't fast enough- Johnny saw the smile that still threatened to turn up the corners of his mouth. "Jesus Christ, man. Can we just go?"

"Hold on," Johnny said. Robby looked at him warily. "I love you, son."

"Seriously?"

Johnny squeezed his fingers once around Robby's waist, making him yelp. "Okay! Fuck! I love you, too!"

A beat, and then Johnny burst into snickers, finally letting his son go. Robby stumbled, barely catching his balance before he huffed and stomped his way toward the lockers.

"Love you!" Johnny yelled after him. Robby flipped him off, and Johnny laughed loud and bright.

Yeah, this was definitely a work in progress.

[isaiahwomack13]

FNAF Security Breach tickle. Forgotten

It was 4:30 am in the pizza plex freddy was wandering around the storage. Suddenly freddy heard crying coming from the storage hall.

Freddy:What was that? Who's there?

Voice:[sobbing] Why would I be left forgotten from the band? I thought I was family.

The voice sounded very familiar to Freddy. He could make out on who it was.

Freddy:That voice. You sound familiar I haven't heard from in years.

Freddy walks by the storage hall and found glamrock bonnie crying.

Freddy: Bonnie!? Non of the glamrocks have seen you for years. What happened?

Bonnie: Well it was years I was very unpopular with the kids unlock roxy, chica, monty and you. Once the company found out it was out with me. I was not shiped off to anywhere so the company decided to leave me in the storage to drain all by battery energy and die.

Freddy:They had no right in doing this to you buddy you are still part of the family. Come on smile you'll feel better if you smile buddy.

Bonnie:Thanks but I don't fee-.EEEEEAAAAHHH!

Freddy poke bonnie side in order to check if bonnie was ticklish or not. Freddy grabbed Bonnie's arms with one hand held them up and then started showing no mercy. He tickled bonnie check belly armpit silly.

Bonnie: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA FREDHEHEHHEEHE PLEHEEHE STAHAHAHAHAHP.

Freddy:Not until you say you are happy super star.

Bonnie: HAHAHAHA OKHAHAHAHA OKAHAHA IM HAPPYHEHEHEHEHE JUST PLEHEHEHE MAKE IT STAHAHAHAHP.

Freddy let go of Bonnie's arms then Gabe him a hug.

Freddy:Bonnie I want you to know you are not alone no matter what you will always be part of the family and I promise I won't let a thing like this happen to you. Me, chica, Roxanne and Monty accept you as a glamrock. Nothing will ever change between you and your family.

The end

[happyandticklish]

Other tumblr users: *complaining about porn bots*

Me: *using them for anatomy practice*

[covenofwives]

Just a question about your au. How would the gods act with the other gods siblings? Like HD with sap + dream or 4K with George + dream?

There'd be an overall understanding between the Gods about each others siblings. And considering they're all friends it would be an extension of protection as it were.

4K is an absolute goofball so he'd love both Dream and George right off the bat and probably treat them the same as he would Sapnap, with overwhelming love and tickles.

HD would be near enough the same, just in his own sassy way. He wouldn't be so open about affection with them as he is to George but he'd care for Dream and Sap if they needed it and protect them if it came to it. And since HD does view XD as a younger brother, that might extend to Dream as well

[giggly-squiggily]

imma put in a small bllk senario here ehehe

remember episode 24 where rin was teaching the gang english

rin got angry at bachira for throwing the paper plane at him so tokimitsu had to hold him back but accidentally squeezed rin’s hips while doing so… maybe thats how they found out rin was ticklish there (/•/w/•/)

and then hell broke loose and it just ends up being tickle fight, rin on the loosing end (i can imagine isagi just hiding in the corner being a bystander again ehehhehe)

have a nice day

Aekjajkrjkejkrjkt this is golden! Rin needs to be tickled more often akjlerjkajkrakjr I had to turn it into a fic- that's the laws of Squiggily brain-rot. I hope you like it, friend!

EP. 24 SPOILERS AHEAD: It's nothing wild or major; it's literally based off that hilarious scene, but I'll tag accordingly anyway :)

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@cupcake-spice13

“I can FLY DAY!” Bachira cheered, his paper airplane soaring across the table and smacking Rin dead on.

That was the last straw, it seemed.

“Screw this! I can’t take it anymore!” A notebook went flying, smacking Bachira in the back of the head as Rin stood in rage, veins pulsing and fist knuckle white. “How long do we have to do this shit- COME HERE!”

“Ah, no! Rin, wait!” Tokimitsu yelped, arms wrapping tightly around Rin’s waist in an effort to keep him from jumping across the table. Aryu was still trying to figure out the whole “Th” noise, wincing when he bit his tongue, as Bachira made a bunch of gibberish in his seat, giggling through the entire thing.

Isagi pulled one earbud out, taking a moment to watch the chaos go down around him. He wasn’t surprised this was the outcome of their lessons. Not with Rin’s short temper and Bachira’s inadvertent way of grinding it down to a nub.

Still- it didn’t make the sight any less entertaining. He paused his audio but kept his headphones in as he watched.

“Rin, calm down! We have to get this right!” Tokimitsu was losing grip and adjusted his hands, one coming to the teal-haired teen’s hip and squeezing. “Ego Sensei will be-”

“GAH!”

Another new development- Isagi felt his eyes widen when Rin’s leg seemed to give out suddenly, sending him back into Tokimitsu. The buffer of the pair yelped as he adjusted once more, preventing any injury. Unfortunately- whatever he did got a similar noise out of Rin and the two hit the deck, a foot kicking the table on the way down and sending homework flying everywhere. Isagi yelped, hands shooting out to stop the table from upsizing onto the remainder of their little group.

“R-Rin! I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Tokimitsu squawked pitifully, arms still around the taller boy.

“I’m fine, now get the hell off me!” Rin snapped, trying and failing to pull himself free from the other’s death grip. “I swear to god-nngh!”

“Hold still- you just kicked the table.” Aryu crawled over, dragging a finger up Rin’s foot as he checked for damages. “So not glam- but it’s not broken. It’s gonna hurt for a few days, I'd imagine."

“Whatehever, now let me up- GAH! Rin yelped again, only this time instead of Tokimitsu being the cause, it was Bachira. “What the hell, bob cut?”

“My my, this is interesting~” Bachira cooed, eyes dancing. “Rin-chan, you didn’t yelp because Tokimitsu tickled you, did you?”

To Isagi’s absolute amazement, Rin’s face flushed a pretty pink color. He had yet to witness the other blush at anything before.

“Bachira, I swear to god, I will suffocate you in your sleep tonight-” Rin growled, only to let out a choked laugh when Aryu wiggled a finger against his foot once more. "Stop that!"

“Oh my, what a glam discovery~ Our dear Rin is ticklish?” He shared a look with Bachira, nodding once. “Keep him down, Toki.”

"Okay! Sorry, Rin!"

“NO! No, get the hell away! Stay bahahhahhack!” Rin tried sounding intimidating, but the second Bachira’s fingers attacked his hip, it was over. “Baahhahchira, dohohohohon’t!”

“Hehe! Tickle tickle, Rin~”

Isagi almost dropped his cassette, eyes wide and a faint blush on his cheeks as he listened to Rin laugh. It was bright and rich sounding, contrasting greatly with his usually subdued personality. He was currently in a losing fight between yanking away Tokimitsu’s arms caging him in and slapping at Bachira’s aggressive fingers; his leg kicking helplessly as he tried wiggling away from Aryu’s pinching fingers against his knee.

Isagi had heard a lot of laughs in Blue Lock. Soft muffled giggles from Chigiri to loud booming cackles from Kunigami. Bachira’s gremlin snickers to the high pitched titters of Nagi. All were great to listen to, and Rin’s was right up there.

And holy gods, that smile…

“Wow, Rin-chan! Aren’t you pretty when you smile!” Bachira sang, his thumb pressing against a particularly bad spot that had Rin swearing through his giggle fits. “I bet you love this, huh? Do you like it when I tickle you here? Or here?” He had both hands attacking now, gently massaging the joint between where his leg began and hip ended. That earned him a rather delightful sounding scream. “Ooo, that’s a bad spot, huh?”

‘BAHAHAHHCHIRA, FUHHUHUHUCKING STAHHAHAP IHIHIHIIIHT!” Rin swore, cheeks a deep shade of pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirthful tears. He looked about at his limit, and Isagi felt compelled to say something.

“Now, Bachira, let the man breathe.” Aryu, who must have been thinking the same thing, reached out and gently prodded the younger boy’s ribs. “We still need five people afterall.”

“Aehehe! Oohoohokay-Take THIS!” Bachira cheered, diving forward onto Aryu with flying fingers. They danced along his ribs, and Aryu…

“Oh..you’re not ticklish..” Bachira stopped, sounding a tad bummed at the discovery. Aryu smirked, eyes dangerous.

“Oh no, I am ticklish- just not there. A bold guess though- very glam of you. Now~” Aryu’s long arms were around Bachira in seconds, the smaller teen’s shrieks of laughter quickly came as painted nails drilled into his shoulder blades. “Come on, let’s see how bad it is for you!”

“Bachira! Hang on-” Tokimitsu released an exhausted Rin, scooting towards the pair in an attempt to save their dribbler. “I know where to go! His thighs- Ehehehehehehe!” Tokimitsu didn’t get a chance to finish- Aryu had released one hand to squeeze beneath the muscly player’s ribs, making him shoot up and squeal.

“Another glam guess, but you’re incorrect. Let’s see if either of you can figure it out.” Aryu let out a soft titter as he brought both boys down beneath him, Bachira’s cheeks pink and Tokimitsu laughing helplessly. Isagi pushed a fist against his mouth, shaking with mirth at the sight.

“Gohohod..he’s awful.” Rin groaned, surprising Isagi out of his giggle fit. He looked exhausted, hair messy and ears still bright red. Isagi resisted the urge to muse his hair more and call him cute. “How the hell did you get through Team Z with him pulling that crap?”

“Honestly? Scapegoats.” Isagi nodded, reflecting back on the many times he might have “redirected” Bachira’s attention to a different person in the team. “Didn’t always work of course- when Bachira wants to tickle someone, he’ll do it.”

“Hm…” Rin was quiet, then those pretty eyes of his slid over to Isagi, something curious in his gaze. “So does that mean you’re ticklish?”

“Rin Itoshi.” Isagi turned to him fully, raising his chin. “I am but a mere mortal aiming to be the greatest striker in the world. I have the ability to lie, but I won’t. I am ticklish. HOWEVER!” He cried dramatically, startling the other. “If you dare tickle me, I now have the knowledge that you’re just as bad if not more. If you dare choose to tickle me today, I shall find you in your bed at the wee hours of the night and tickle you until you’re pleading for the Soccer gods to strike you where you stand.” He raised a brow, daring the other to try.

Rin blinked, staring at him. A slight twitch to his lip was the only indication he thought Isagi’s ‘anime protag monologue’ was amusing. “I’ll take my chances.” He decided a second later, and before long, Isagi was flat on his back, squealing and giggling like a child as Rin seeked out all his own tickle spots.

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