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cosmica-galaxy · 2 years ago

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THIS IS SO LATE!! I’M SORRY!! I ran out of steam after Christmas... Have this late holiday special as an apology! Words: 4,100 --

🌿 🎉 The SQ grunts react to New Years and Mistletoe 🎉🌿

It has been a full year ever since you made contact with Nevada and its inhabitants. You had invited them all over on numerous occasions to celebrate holidays with you and every single one was better when they were there with you. But now it was time for the finisher. It was New Year’s Eve and the new year was ready to be born. You had prepared a large party in preparation for the New Years celebration. You had a place in your backyard set up for the fireworks and a pleasant meal in preparation for your guests, who were told to arrive that night. So far, everything was in order and you were simply waiting for them to arrive. Then suddenly, you feel a familiar electric charge fill your home and you stand there smiling wide, they’re here! You happily welcome them into your home upon their arrival, offering drinks and explaining that it was New Year’s Eve. A time for the new birth of a new year. The crew can only happily return your greetings and take a few drinks from you in response. You go into a brief explanation that you were excited to share drinks, party, eat, and launch fireworks into the sky to celebrate. To which the crew responded in kind, seemingly catching your sense of excitement. You let them wander around as you get everything gathered and finished. ~ HANK ~ Hank was the first to pop into your home, the same as all of the other times the SQ crew came to visit. He was expecting something similar to what you had last time, but he was surprised to still see some lingering holiday decorations strewn about and the TV on with an announcer talking about the year coming to an end. He listened to your explanation about what was going to go on tonight and Hank merely nodded in understanding, nuzzling you a bit as you waved him off with a chuckle and told him that you were going to the kitchen to get some snacks. It didn’t take long for Hank to slowly grow bored as he watched the TV and listened to his comrades and the announcer chat idly on the screen about the event taking place. He eventually stands up, stretches, and begins to head towards the kitchen to check up on you. But upon reaching the doorway, he feels you impact his chest and let out a little ‘oof’ in response. “Oh! Excuse me, Hank! I was just heading back into the living room!” You smile up at the large mercenary, which was undeniably cute to him. Then, he gets annoyed. Not from you, but something was tickling the top of his head and he reels back to look at what was hanging on the doorframe above him. Only to find a strange plant hanging over the door frame that was dangling from a string. It appeared that the red ribbon that was attached to the plant was the cause of the ticklish sensation. “O-Oh…that…” The sudden shift in his Player’s tone made the merc look down at them to see them surprisingly flustered. He tilts his head in confusion. “That’s mistletoe, Hank. Humans have a tradition around the holidays that says that those who stand under the mistletoe have to…kiss.” The Player explains meekly, still holding the tray of goodies close to them. Hank’s goggles almost seem to sparkle at the explanation, to which the Player laughs nervously. “B-But it’s not enforced! I just hung it up because it was festive, we don’t really have to–” Hank gently grabs your jaw in one of his large hands, making you blush and stutter. “H-Hank?” You squeak out. Wordlessly, Hank pulls down his mask with his other hand and leans down. Then, you feel his metal jaw pressing on your lips, along with the upper part of his teeth. Your eyes widened in surprise before you slowly blink and close them, leaning into the towering grunt in front of you. The tray of snacks is completely forgotten as you and Hank kiss under the mistletoe. He had a similar taste to metal and a heavy mix of ketchup and blood. It took a moment for you to get over it, but once you slowly grew numb to it, you deepened the kiss. Causing the large grunt to let out a series of deep rumbling purrs. Hank opens his mouth wider to allow his tongue to slip out and intertwine with the Player’s who hums in response and takes his appendage into their mouth and allows him to explore their maw. You both happily relish in the kissing and you even let out a muffled moan in response. “AYO WHAT THE FUCK?!” Both of you are suddenly disturbed from your tender moment as you break away from Hank who tries to envelop you in another kiss, but you lean away from him to look around his body. Hank lets out a growl as he turns around to see the rest of the crew staring in shock at you both. You pretty much drop the snack tray in response to being caught kissing Hank and you fidget with your hands in response. “O-OH! Um, don’t worry! It was just because we were under the mistletoe! It’s tradition to kiss under it!” You rush to explain. You might not have noticed the gears in the other members' heads turning, but Hank did. As quick as he could, he reaches up to the top of the door frame, rips off the mistletoe, and tosses it into his mouth. Shocking everyone in the room, including you. A second ticks by before the chaos erupts. “Hank!! No!! Those are poisonous!! Spit it out!!” “Yeah, spit it out you fucker! I want a kiss too!!” Deimos angrily shouts. “I’ll get him!” Sanford suddenly pipes up. “I’ll help!” “Please do not fight! Hank, spit it out!! Don’t swallow that!! Hank! Spit it out! Now!!” “You are all ruining this party.” Doc mutters as he shakes his head from side to side and takes another swig from his drink. Watching all of you wrestle Hank in an effort to get him to spit out the poisonous mistletoe. ~ SANFORD AND DEIMOS ~ Upon both of the men arriving into your home, they were also expecting the home to be decorated with lots of unique items and colorful lights like before. But much to their own surprise, the house looked actually a little bit more sparser than it was at Christmas. The only thing that looked different was that the TV was displaying a formal announcer that was talking in front of a large crowd of cheering people. Announcing that the year was officially coming to an end and that the new year was going to arrive shortly. Both men were confused by the image of the displayed illuminated ball that was slowly climbing down a large pole on a tall building. With crowds upon crowds of people seemingly standing out in the streets to “watch it drop”. Sanford’s attention is quickly snatched away from the TV upon you peeking into the room and welcoming all of them into your home again. “It’s New Years Eve! Tonight is just fireworks, drinking, and celebration!” You quickly explain. “I’m even making a meal for all of you to enjoy! It’ll just be a little bit longer, so make yourself at home!” You finish as you return to the kitchen. Sanford was always helpful when it came to your dinner parties, so he wastes no time trying to hurry to the kitchen while the others settled in. With the exception of Deimos, who watched his companion head towards the kitchen. However, he wasn’t watching where he was going. As soon as he rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, his chest got collided into by the resident human. The Player lets out an ‘oof’ as the cookie tray they were carrying clatters to the floor and all the cookies spill out onto the ground. “Ah shit! Sorry, Player!” Sanford hurriedly apologizes as he leans over and tries to help pick up the hot cookies. “Oh! Sanford!Be careful, they’re still hot!” You warn as you move the heated tray away and try your best to pick up the cookies as well. Sanford felt so embarrassed and even more so when the noise had drawn in his companion, Deimos. “What the hell happened?? We heard a crash from the living room.” Deimos questions for a moment before taking in the sight of the spilled cookies on the ground. “Ooooh. Damn it, I was looking forward to those…” Deimos then pops his head out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “They just dropped a cookie tray. Me and Sanford got this covered!” Deimos called out into the other room before kneeling down and grabbing the hot tray with his bare hands. “Deimos! That tray just came out of the oven!!” You worriedly shriek. Deimos merely blinks at you before snickering. “I handle hot stuff all of the time, Player. This hot tray ain’t got nothing on me~” Deimos purrs. “O-Oh! Well…thank you both! For helping me with the spill…sadly, I don’t think I want to serve you guys cookies that have been on the floor. I’ll just make a new batch!” You sigh. “Aw, don’t worry about it! We’ve had worse than simple ‘floor cookies’! Your floor is clean enough to eat off of anyway.” Deimos says as the last of the toppled treats were picked up by him and Sanford. “Yeah. You don’t have to stress about making more. It was my fault, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Sanford grunts as he stands up. Then, he feels something peculiar tickling his head, it takes a few moments of watching you and Deimos get off the floor before Sanford grows tired of the tickling and looks up. Finding a strange plant hanging by a string above him, the ribbon tickling the top of his head as it dangles down. “Hey, Player…what’s this for?” Sanford can’t help but ask as the Player turns and sees the plant that Sanford was standing under. Then, both mercenaries are suddenly interested when the Player seems to grow flustered and set the cookies down on the counter. “Oh…that’s Mistletoe. It’s a decoration that a lot of humans hang up in their homes around this time of year. Tradition says that whoever is caught standing together under the mistletoe has to…kiss.” The Player shyly explains while the lightbulb in both of the mercenaries slowly blinked on and Sanford began to grin widely. “So…I’m standing under it, eh? Care to join me, Player?” Sanford flirts, to which the Player begins to blush. “I mean! I would! I could? If it’s not too invasive of your personal space! We don’t have to if–” “Aw! Come on! Get on with it!” Deimos cackles as he gets behind the Player and pushes them gently into Sanford’s arms. “I’m next after you’re done with them, Sanford!” Deimos snickers eagerly. You gasp as Sanford holds you close to his chest as he leans down a bit. He gently takes your chin into his fingers as he guides your head upwards. Sanford looks just as nervous as you do as you give him the go ahead to give you a kiss with a brief nod. You both lean in and your lips meet in a subtle electrifying way. You lean on Sanford as you both deepen the kiss. Sanford had a subtle taste of alcohol on his lips and a slight feel of roughness around his mouth. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant as he turns his head and you both feel the relief and tension in the room ease away as you both take in one another in such an intimate fashion. You even let out a brief hum as Sanford nips your lip gently with his teeth and you open your mouth a bit to nip his protruding lip back in return. Enticing a grunt out of the man as he sighs in bliss before you both finally pull away. You both were a flustered and blushing mess as you two separate. “You…you’re a great kisser, Sanford…” You mutter shyly as Sanford couldn’t help but rub the back of his neck meekly in response. “ME NEXT! ME NEXT!” Deimos suddenly cuts in, making you both jump as he eagerly worms his way in between you two. “See! I’m under the mistletoe too!That means I need a kiss!” You can only laugh at the grunt’s enthusiasm. “Okay, okay! Come here, Dei…” You snicker a bit as Sanford moves to the side to allow you both space under the mistletoe. Deimos was much more eager as he pulled you in close by the small of your back and plants his lips onto yours eagerly. You can only roll your eyes and return the kiss to the impulsive mercenary. Your lips mingle as Deimos sighs against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, making you moan at the action. His mouth carried the taste of nicotine and smoke and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it did muddle the true taste of Deimos. You wrapped your arms around him in kind as you both kissed under the mistletoe and his sharp teeth nip at your lips, begging for entry. You part your jaw slightly and are surprised to feel his tongue slide into your jaw and tangle with yours. You can’t help the soft whimper and the redding of your face as Deimos’s tongue intertwines with yours and explores the entirety of your maw greedily. Eventually, you both finally break apart. Panting harshly to get your oxygen back. “Damn, Dei! Lips AND tongue?? Don’t you think that was a bit much??” Sanford arches his brow and seems flustered from watching you both kiss so passionately. “Hell no!” Deimos grins impishly as he sticks his tongue out at Sanford before releasing you from his arm. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Deimos POUNCES on Sanford after letting you go and plants his lips onto Sanford’s. Surprising you and Sanford both, but Sanford merely shakes his head from side to side before returning the kiss. You could only blink in shock before laughing lightly and hurrying to clean up the cookies while the two have their moment. They even seem to be much more forceful and eager than they were with you, which probably means that this wasn’t the first time the two kissed one another. You can only freshen up the cookies, plate the sweets, and hurry from the kitchen with a bright red and flustered expression. Making the other two mercenaries that were sitting in your living room wonder what the hell went on in the kitchen that caused such a reaction from you. ~ DOC ~ Like all the times before, this seemed to be the last event that was celebrated by humans during the end of the yearly cycle. Well, judging by the information from what Doc was managing to read on his new tablet he got for ‘christmas’ while the other mercenaries explored your home that was decorated with what remained of the previous holiday. The announcer on the TV was simply talking about a ‘ball dropping’ and how various things have happened over the years. Both good and bad. Confetti and sparklers and cheering crowds could be seen on the TV getting ready for the big event. Thankfully, Doc wasn’t around such large crowds. He was much more serious and kind of a loner…and he liked it that way, primarily. He just needed his men and the missions…and his Player. Speaking of his Player, he silently found himself wondering what they were doing in the kitchen for such a long time. Usually you came out to greet them after they arrived in your abode. A silent feeling of nagging worry curled up inside of him and Doc quickly finds himself putting his tablet aside. He gets up from the couch and begins to head into the kitchen to investigate. Upon peering into the kitchen, he finds you painting a pair of cookies carefully. Each one shaped like weapons, grunts, and even yourself. Doc begins to walk into the kitchen, completely unaware of the decoration that was hanging above the doorway getting snagged on his mohawk, before he approaches you. “Player? What are you doing?” He inquires as you jump from his appearance, but you don’t take your eyes off the cookies on the tray. “Oh! Hello, Doc! I’m just finishing touching up these cookies! They’ve been cooling for a while and now they’re ready for the icing!” You explain, showing Doc the cookies in question. “I see…” Doc mutters. “Do…Do you want to help? I still have a few cookies to put icing on. An extra pair of hands would be beneficial for the sake of time, don’t you think?” You ask, offering Doc a small icing tube while you keep focusing on the cookie you were working on. “I suppose so. I’ll do what I can.” You can only snicker a bit. “You can do complex surgeries, I think you can handle painting a couple of cookies~” You tease as he shakes his head and chuckles in response. Both of you work in tandem with one another as the cookies are painted carefully. One by one, each cookie is completed and put to the side to dry. It certainly saved you about 30 minutes of labor with Doc giving you a helping hand. Just as you predicted, his steady hands made the cookies look surprisingly elegant in their designs. You even find yourself kinda envious of his technique. Regardless of the designs, the last cookie was then completed and placed to the side with a successful sigh from you both. Finally, you look up to Doc. “Thank you so much for your help, Doc! I really–?” You tilt your head and then you begin to snicker, enticing a look of confusion to be thrown your way. “What? Is something wrong? Do I have icing on my face…?” “Hehe! No Doc…just…lean down a bit. You have something stuck in your hair…” Doc does as you request and he feels you gently pluck something from his mohawk. Upon looking at it, he feels more confusion grow as he takes in the appearance of the strange plant. A small green plant with red berries and a red ribbon were tied to it. “What’s that?” “Oh, this? This was just the mistletoe that was hanging in the kitchen doorway. It must’ve got stuck in your hair when you came through.” You explain, still holding the plant in your hand. “Does it have any significance to this human holiday?” “Well…yes and no? It’s more of a traditional thing. Mistletoe is for the winter holidays and the tradition is that if two humans stand under it…they have to…kiss.” You explain. Doc tilts his head in response. “Kiss…?” You nod. “It’s just a silly human tradition! We don’t really have to do anything. It’s just a festival kinda thing…” You hurriedly explain. Doc pauses for a moment before he mutters out “But…what if the humans WANT to…?” You blink in surprise before saying “Well…I guess…they can…if YOU want to…”. A moment of silence passes as you still hold the mistletoe before Doc looks around briefly and then begins to reach for the clasp of his mask. You watch in eagerness as Doc pops the clasps of his Masks and begins to slip it off. Revealing his scarred mouth and face to you. You didn’t utter a sound as he set it to the side and looked back to you. His goggles are filled with apprehension as he turns to face you. “Player…we…don’t HAVE to do this you know. We can just be–” You silence the grunt by placing the mistletoe down and gently reaching up to clasp his jaw into your hands. “But…what if I want to?” You inquire as Doc stands there for a moment. Then, he allows you to bring him closer to you as you initiate the kiss. Your lips pressed together as Doc slowly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest. In which, you return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from slipping away. Doc’s lips held a slightly salty taste and a sterile aroma as he pressed his lips into yours tightly. You let out a little moan in response to his fangs digging into your lips as you twist your head a bit to deepen the kiss. Doc even found himself sighing in bliss as he politely asks for further entry, to which you allow him to do so. His tongue slowly snakes into your maw and wraps around your own. He has secretly longed for this moment. The moment he got to FEEL you…to TOUCH you…to TASTE you…and you were everything he imagined and more. Such an intimate moment that was shared by you both as the two of you finally break away for a breath. You pant against him as he does the same, both of you silently looking into one another’s eyes. “WOO!! GET SOME, DOC!!” Both of you jump high out of your skins as you both look towards the exit to the kitchen. Finding Deimos, Sanford, and even HANK standing in the doorway. The Player could only say an ‘oh my’ and laugh lightly in response as Doc glares at the gawking mercenaries. “Dei! You ruined their moment!” Sanford chides. “Good.” Hank growls out. “Aww, come on! They were totally into it! Do it again, Doc!” “All of you go back to the living room. Now.” Doc firmly orders as Sanford nods and begins to drag Dei out of the kitchen, while Hank stays behind for a moment before leaving. Doc then looks back towards you before shaking his head from side to side. “Can’t have anything nice with them around.” “That’s okay, Doc.” You joyously snicker before grabbing up the tray of cookies from the counter. “Next time, we’ll make sure we have more privacy.” “Yes we’ll…wait. ‘Next time’?” Doc suddenly says in a flabbergasted manner as he watches the Player head to the door, look over their shoulder, and give him a promising wink before disappearing off into the living room. Doc can only blink in surprise and look down at the mistletoe that was sitting idly on the counter. He then grabs the little plant and stuffs it into his pocket while he slips his mask back on. He’ll be needing the mistletoe for ‘next time’. A time he can’t wait to experience again…and hopefully they’ll have more privacy next time. ~~ The night went on and snacks, drinks, and fireworks were brought outside as you all watched the news and the closer midnight came, the more your festivities picked up. Your distant neighbors could even be heard popping off their own fireworks as you all gathered around the TV for the big moment. “10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” You all let off numerous party poppers as the screen began to flash as the ball dropped and loud applause could be heard coming from the TV with the thunderous applause “HAPPY NEW YEAR” the crowd can be heard cheering. “HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!” You cheer loudly as more party poppers explode and you all hurry outside. You cover your yard with confetti, sparklers, and Deimos lights the larger fireworks off. Each of you celebrate in your own manner as the night sky is illuminated with multiple colors of fireworks. Each of your boys eating and snacking as well as taking turns with the fireworks you managed to buy. Popping them all off to hoots and hollers as you enjoy their enthusiasm in “blowing shit up”. Not only did you get to spend the end of the year with your precious otherworldly friends, but you also got a kiss from the one you adored this New Years. What a great start to the new year! Hopefully you all will experience the rest of the new year together and you couldn’t wait to show them other places and holidays! But for now…you party until the early hours of the morning with all your boys. THIS WAS THE BEST NEW YEARS PARTY EVER!!

#human!reader x madcom #madcom x reader #madcom tag #y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines #self aware au #madness combat self aware au #self aware m:pn au #holiday special #Haxorus Imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy

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razzlee-meow · 2 years ago

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something small i wrote

ehhehjkahjehehehhehe lee! hank is invading my brain and i kinda wanna write something. im going to randomly post whatever i write down below. because i can.

i have lee!deimos coming up soon, i'm writing both. at the same time. so when this is done, i'll most likely be finishing the other one. hold on tight for that one!!!! :D

deimos is "bored outta his fuckin' mind" and hank is around. unluckily for hank, deimos found out they're ticklish, and boy this information does not go overlooked.

he/they pronouns for hank. | he/him for deimos.

"Deimos―" Hank inhaled sharply, spinning on their heels to face the other man behind him who had been aimlessly wandering around the base behind him, seemingly bored out of his mind. While they never minded the members checking up and wanting to converse with him, they did mind when they did it constantly. It felt like he was breathing down his neck. He needed to say something. "Go see Sanford."

Deimos only shook his head in response. "Can't. Sanford is out on business, 'member?" Hank faintly remembered the other man yelling out in the building that he had work to attend to. It's precisely when all of this mess started happening as well. If only they had been put together on the mission, they thought. "I'm bored outta my fuckin' mind, Hank!"

"Not my problem," was Hank's reply. The masked man sat down on a chair, pulling a small radio into his lap. It had been one of the agent's radios, one that they snatched off from their dead body. He wanted to see if they could use it for their own personal gain, getting information by pretending to be an agent, but before he could even think to do that, he felt two fingers jab into his sides. His normally dull eyes widened at the shocking feeling as he almost jumped ten feet into the air.

The noise that escaped his mouth was one he had probably never heard from himself, and that alone was enough to send the stoic member into a complete breakdown. His whole face, from what Deimos could see, was completely red as he tried to process what just happened. "No way, dude, you're ticklish?" He tried to stop himself from laughing but what else are you supposed to do when you find out the world's most wanted mercenary is weak to a few tickles?!

"Deimos, don't―" Hank tried to sound threatening, but it came out in a pathetic whine. They set the radio back down, as to not break it as they tried to bolt across the room. It didn't end very well as Hank's boot had gotten caught on one of the chair legs he was sitting on. Deimos stared on in absolute amusement. "Jeez, Hank. You're makin' this kinda easy on me, huh?"

Hank grunted slightly as he felt the other man's weight on top of him. He was definitely screwed now, at the hands of someone who had no intention of letting his ticklishness pass by. "Get off, asshole," Hank muttered as he struggled underneath him, their arms desperately attempting to push him off. The other gasped in mock offense. "Hank, you're so mean! How dare you! I think you need to learn some manners." Deimos gently slid his hands up the mercenary's shirt, his hands resting on their newly discovered sensitive flesh. Hank's body tensed, and his eyes widened behind his red goggles.

"Deimos, I swear to goHOHOohd!' His fingers had only gently dug into his bare flesh, and the most surprising noise fell out of Hank's mouth. Deimos stared at him, his mouth gaping open before hysterical laughter fell out of him. It took a moment for the younger man to recover, his breathy chuckles still lingering in the air. "Hank, did you just squeal?" The other turned away, frowning underneath the cloth on his face.

"S-Shut up, and get off!" Hank stuttered, their legs kicking weakly behind them. With a playful tint in his eyes, Deimos' fingers scribbled away at the man's torso, getting every inch of flesh he could possibly find. He was doing absolutely everything he could to send the poor person into hysterics - and judging from the loud laughter now peeling from the mercenary's lips, it seemed like it was working. Hank's laugh definitely contrasted with his stoic/edgy personality, being loud and almost a little high-pitched. "D-DehehehIHIHIHMOS! FUHUHUCK! NOT THEHERE!" Deimos had found a particularly sensitive spot right down by his hips, his sadistic grin only growing wider.

"Not where? Not here?" Deimos dug his fingers into his hips again, watching the man underneath him jerk upwards, his hands desperately trying to grab at his attacker's wrists. "Man, you're just so ticklish. I wonder how you've survived like this. You know how screwed you'd be if the AAHW found out about this? Oh, but it's okay - I'm wonderful at keeping secrets. World's best." Hank's face flushed ten times more at the teasing, shaking their head desperately as they continued to laugh.

"YOHOHOHOU'RE SUCH AN AHAHAHASS!" Hank cursed out, his laughter raising an octave as Deimos continued mercilessly attacking that one spot, vibrating his fingers right into their bone. "Oh, I'm an ass, huh? Is that what I am?" He repeated that question again, his hands moving back upward towards the taller man's ribs. His hands turned into a claw shape, and when he descended on their ribs, the reaction he got was unlike any other.

Hank shrieked. And not some slight, girly shriek. It was LOUD. Enough to burst eardrums probably, but Deimos had already been through this sort of thing with Sanford (who was ... maybe equally as ticklish as Hank was) and it only slightly made him cringe. If Deimos' smirk could get wider, it probably would. "Oh? What have I found here? Is this your worst spot? Here? Or right here?" Hank was sure to kill this man unless he ended up dying of laughter. His hands traveled up and down his ribcage, attaching himself to his writhing body. No matter which way they turned, his hands continued to follow them. How was he so good at this?!

"D-DEIHIHIMOS―" Hank was almost at their limit, tears pricking at the corner of their eyes. Their laughter had turned sort of wheezy, and their fighting had ultimately stopped. He seemed to have no more energy, considering he was just lying there taking it by now. Deimos cocked an eyebrow, his nimble fingers grazing lazily over his stomach. "Are you going to apologize?" He asked in a low voice. Hank's head shot upward. "Whahaht...? Why ahaham I apohohohlogizing?!"

Deimos frowned, digging his fingers into Hank's side again, causing him to jerk forward and let out a loud squeal. "You know, for calling me an asshole! TWICE!" If only Deimos could've seen the face they shot at him, letting out a soft sigh as they rolled their eyes. "F-Fine, I'm s-sorry... just no more tickling, alright?!"

Deimos seemed content with this answer. He quickly stepped off the mercenary, grinning at all the 'damage' he had caused. Hank took off his goggles, wiping his eyes softly. "You better not tell anyone," Hank grumbled, letting out a huff as he rubbed his sides to get rid of the phantom sensation that was still there. "Fine, fine." He got back in return, his hand waving in dismissal.

"I'm back!" Sanford yelled at the front of the base, his loud gruff voice echoing through the halls.

"Ooh, San, you'll NEVER guess what I learned!"

So much for being the world's best secret keeper, huh?

[Fin.]

(i'm re-reading this shit and idk if i like it but i'll post it anyways. i'll let other people decide if it's good or not hahah)

#lee!hank is my lifeline rn #mc #tickling #ler!deimos #lee!hank #madcom tickling #razz-writes

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magma-queen · 1 year ago

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Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.

#Queenie writes #Trauma Center #Gabriel Cunningham #Hank Freebird #Fics #my fics #Tickling

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And Hank supposed he would have to. He breathed in, inhaling the fumes from the bottle directly, and the effect was almost immediate. He could feel his body starting to relax, and a warmth spreading across his skin. A hand ran down his bare side and he let out a gasp, immensely more ticklish than he had been even a moment before.

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If HankAlan ever actually happens Alan is really bad at showing affection but he also becomes the most overprotective person overnight. He's like "I've had the brat for 7 years and hated him for every moment, but if anyone touches him I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself"

name three good things going on in your life right now

Getting a job, getting a vacation from the job, the small kitty who likes to stare around my bedroom doorframe when I am trying to sleep

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kanene-yaaay · 8 months ago

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Gosh, I am so happy that I found this fanfic again!! I remember it was one of the first t-fics I've ever found on Tumblr and it's just as sweet and delightful as I remember! Gosh, the playfulness here is so so soooo fun to read and absolutely heartwarming in the same time! Connor being so cheeky and having fun while Hank pretends to be annoyed only to be absurdly fond of him is just aaaaaaaaaa 🖤💗🤍♥️💛🤎💛💜💜💜💗🩶💛♥️❤️💚💞🩵🩵❤️‍🔥💕🖤💗💙💛🤎 my heart is COMPLETELY and UTTERLY melted! No survivors here <3

Also! We finally get to see Summo's famous attack xDDD get him, boy!

Doggy Kisses

A/N: This is a request from an anonymous user for the prompt, “Don’t make me come get you”. To be clear, this is not shipped romantically, so please do not reblog this with ship tags. Enjoy!

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#aaaaaaa #re-reading this was a ride! so nostlagic and so so soooo fabulous! i can't stop smiling even now fr fr #themmmmmm #so so sweet aaaaugh #rb go brrr #ticklish!Connor #Lee!Connor #Ler!Hank #and Summo too gwfwtwhwjwvyw #dbh tickles #dbh tickling #fav #remember

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justadaddybearr · 2 years ago

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What Bella doesn't really understand here is that Hank has very ticklish feet...especially the hind ones. So, if she's not careful, she's likely to get mule-kicked clean across the living room and end up a little dust bunny in the corner, under my desk.

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fluffomatic · 2 years ago

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Connor and Sumo went to play in the backyard after it rained. Hank told him to put shoes on before he went out but the android never listens!

Well at hopefully Connor learned his lesson! Probably not tho~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #lee!connor #ticklish!connor #ler!hank #ler!sumo #dbh tickle #dbh tickles #platonic tickles #sfw tickles #feet tickles

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top-tier-tickles · 2 years ago

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Overreact

This is a DBH tickle fic requested by no one. I just wanted to write a DBH fic. Please let me know if I've characterized anyone wrong. I hope you enjoy!

TW: PAST SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, REFERENCED CHILD DEATH, SWEARING

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Markus walked into the room, relieved to be out of a long meeting. He sighed, relaxing his shoulders, only to jump in surprise when he saw Connor sitting on the couch.

"Woah! Connor, hey! I didn't expect you to be here." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I'll leave." Connor motioned to get up, only to pause when Markus put his hand up.

"Oh, you don't have to. Every android is welcome here." He smiled, sitting next to the RK-800.

The pair sat calmly in silence for minute, until Markus glanced over to Connor. Connor had a look of sad blankness on his face, and while Markus couldn't see his LED directly, the small yellow light reflecting off of something was a good indicator that something wasn't right.

"Connor, you seem troubled....Are you alright?" Markus placed a hand on his shoulder.

Connor remained silent for a second, before sighing and speaking in a low voice.

"I accidentally called Hank 'Dad'..."

"Really? Oh, well that's not a big deal."

"Yes it is, Markus! Androids do not HAVE parents! Who am I to think of the lieutenant as my father?!"

"Well, I think of Carl as a father, and I'm an android."

"That's not my point. How could Hank ever regard me as his son? He's already lost his real son, why would he want another?"

"I would say that Carl had Leo before me, but Leo is a human asswipe."

That got Connor to crack a smile, only for a brief moment. He face fell again, his LED glowing red.

Connor suddenly put his head in his hands, saline tears begging to drop from his eyes. Markus quickly sat up, putting a comforting hand on his back.

"Whoa, whoa. What exactly happened?" Markus asked.

Connor sat up again, and began to recount the events earlier that day.

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"Now I'm telling you, Connor, the fucking piece goes here." Hank said, pointing the puzzle piece to an empty spot.

"Hank, I am positive that it doesn't go there. The tabs of the piece do not line up with the overall pattern of the surrounding pieces. I don't even need my scanner to see that." The android replied.

The pair was sitting on the couch in Hank's living room, Connor was living with him after the revolution. The pair was doing a puzzle to pass the time, Sumo snoring at their feet.

"What, you sayin' I'm a dumbass?" Hank accused, a smirk traced his lips.

"Your words, not mine." Connor replied, his own smirk beginning to grow.

The lieutenant blinked in surprise, before shoving a middle finger in Connor's face as the android laughed.

In retaliation, Connor grabbed the piece from Hank's hand and placed it in a spot on the other side of the puzzle. A perfect fit.

"That's it." Hank said, yanking Connor close and ruffling the android's usually immaculate hair.

"Hank! Get off!" Connor tried to push him away, but he was wrapped in the lieutenant's surprisingly strong arms.

"Shouldn't have been a smart-ass, kid." Hank chuckled, knowing exactly how much it annoyed him.

"Uuugh. Dad! Cut it out!"

Hank froze, dropping his arms to his sides and staring at Connor.

Realizing what he'd done, Connor immediately jumped to apologizing profusely, getting up from the couch, and promptly leaving through the front door, apologies still pouring from his mouth.

What has he done?

Hank definitely won't be happy, so he couldn't go back. The only home he'd ever truly known since he deviated, and he blew it.

There was only one other place to go...

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Markus listened as his friend told him everything. He knew Connor was overreacting to a simple mistake, but this really shook him up.

Connor sighed, wiping fresh tears from his eyes, indicating he had finished.

The RK-200 reached his arms out, and the other greatfully accepted the hug.

"Why do emotions have to be like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know, emotions feel wonderful. Being able to find joy in the simplest of things, giving and feeling loved. But, they are also.....inconvenient. We feel sadness and anger, sometimes for no reason. And every negative emotion seems to follow the good ones like a black cloud."

"Heh, that's a pretty good way of putting it. But there ways of coping, like right now." Markus replied, "but..."

The RK-800 lifted his head to look at his friend.

"I don't think you're just upset about fumbling your words...Is something else bothering you?"

Connor stayed silent for a few seconds, turning away from Markus.

"I don't understand. Our relationship is very close platonically, every day I have to remind myself that I am an android, and Hank is not my father."

"But you still think of him as one?"

"Yes. But Hank has already had a son, and after he lost him, he was a total mess."

"Hank is better now, right?"

"You don't understand, Markus! You weren't there. Hank was destroyed after Cole's death. His alcoholism would've killed him if he didn't do it first. It took months to get to where Hank is now. He is doing so much better, and I'm so, so proud of him...."

The tears had returned, Connor full-on sobbing now.

"B-But humans and their emotions are very unpredictable. Hank still has his moments, although few and far between, and I fear that me thinking of him as a father and will add more problems. What if I do something wrong? W-What if I am broken? With CyberLife gone, there are no more models to replace me. If I am completely destroyed, I can't come back." He sniffed.

"Hank could be thrown right back into that depressive state again, or worse. I-I wouldn't be able to help him! I can't do that to him, Markus,.......I just can't...."

Markus rubbed Connor's back as he cried, this was not the first time he had to comfort a sobbing android.

"Everything is going to be okay... I know it will be. You're only calculating the worst probabilities, and while that doesn't mean your fears aren't real, it does make them somewhat irrational."

Connor thought for a moment, and slightly nodded in agreement.

"Are you okay now?"

"I'll be okay." Connor said, voice barely above a whisper.

Markus gently took his hand away from Connor's back, accidentally brushing his side.

Connor squealed.

A beat.

Markus's eyes widened, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Are you ticklish?" He whispered, a playful tone lacing his voice.

Connor's face flushed blue, slowly scooting away from his friend.

"You are!" Markus grabbed Connor's wrist, yanking him close.

"Mahaharkus! Nohoho!" Connor giggled in anticipation.

"Look at you! I haven't done anything and you're giggling!" Markus laughed, beginning to dig his fingers into his ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MARKUHUHUHUHUS!"

"Yeeeees?~"

"STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"No! You need cheering up, and I'm here to help with that!"

Markus scribbled his fingers up and down Connor's torso, buzzing into his armpits and squeezing his hips.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Gitchy-gitchy-goo~ I've never heard your laugh before! It's adorable!"

Connor all but got more flustered by the compliment.

"NOHOHOHO IT'S NOHOHOHOT!"

"Is too!"

Markus then slipped his hands underneath Connor's shirt.

"AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHARKUS!"

"Hahahahaha! I could do this all night!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHON'T! HAHAHAHAHA"

Getting an idea, the RK-200 began tickling Connor's belly. The RK-800 flying into hysterics as the fingers danced across the synthetic skin.

"EEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

"Oop! Sounds like I found your sweet spot!" Markus laughed, digging a finger into Connor's navel.

"EEEEEEEEK! AAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU AHAHAHAHASS!" Connor shrieked.

"Oho, Getting sassy, are we?" Markus suddenly pushed Connor onto his back, lifting up his shirt, and blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!" Tears flowed down Connor's completely blue face. Luckily, androids didn't need oxygen.

Markus sat up, letting his friend breathe. He chuckled as Connor curled up into a protective ball.

"Well, do you feel better?"

"Hehehehe....A-Actually,....yeah..." Residual giggles flowing into the speech of the android.

Connor sat up again, smiling.

"Hey, what time is it?" Markus asked.

Connor pulled the cell phone (that Hank gave him) out of his pocket, gasping as he saw many missed calls and messages from a worried Lieutenant Anderson. He hadn't even realized his phone was on silent.

"I-I have to go, goodbye, Markus."

"Bye. If you ever need to talk, you know where to go." Markus waved.

As Connor made his trek back to Hank's house, a sinking feeling deepened in his "gut". Slowing his pace as he approached the front door, and entered.

Hank stood in the kitchen, eyes wide as he held his phone in his hand.

"Lieutenant, I am so-"

Hank suddenly pulled Connor into a tight hug, reminding Connor of that moment theh shared in front of the Chicken Feed. How calm and safe he felt in that moment.

"Connor! Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again, do you hear me!?" Hank slowly rocked back and forth with the android in his arms.

"I am sorry, Hank, I panicked in that moment. I should've handled it better."

"Don't apologize, alright? You simply reacted to something that overwhelmed you, don't be sorry."

"A-Aren't you mad that I called you....that...?"

Hank pulled away from the embrace, moisture in his eyed.

"Oh, Connor, of course not. You have no idea how much I missed being called 'dad'. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about."

"But, what about Cole? And aren't you uncomfortable that I regard you as my father?"

"People can have more than one kid, Con. I certainly miss Cole like a son of a bitch, but that won't hold me back from father figure to someone. Especially if that someone is you."

Tears welled in Connor's eyes, but a smile was present on his face.

"C'mere." Hank nudged him back into the hug.

"I love you, son."

"I love you too, dad."

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THE END.

#I was today years old when I found out that Connor literally means lover of hounds #i'm serious #lmao #dbh #dbh connor #dbh tickles #ticklish!connor #hank is connor's father because I said so #markus manfred #connor rk800 #tickle fic #angst turned fluff #hurt/comfort

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