#tmc tickle content

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Mandela catalogue tickle headcanons!

I thought I'd start with some headcanons.

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MARK HEATHCLIFF

Lee

💙definitely more of a lee

💙 tries to act like he doesn't care about tickles. But the poor boy is a flustered mess when it comes to it.

💙 He gets into a lot of tickle fights with Ceser and Sarah. He always loses.

💙 His main spots are his ribs, sides, and neck.

💙 Will try to hold his laugh in for the longest time. But once he breaks, he has a very wheezy laugh.

💙 will be very embarrassed afterwards.

💙 gets very embarrassed when he is teased. His face will go bright red

💙 he is very feather sensitive. Soft tickles get him all giggly.

💙 rough tickles with kill him. His laughter will go all high-pitched and frantic.

Ler

💙 will take revenge if he feels like it or is pissed off.

💙 will tickle Sarah to get her to cheer up when she is moody.

💙 doesn't tease much but will playfully bully his victim.

💙 "Dang, you're this ticklish?" "Maybe if you weren't so depressed earlier, this wouldn't be happening."

💙 normally uses gentle tickles but will use rough tickles if needed.

💙 will sometimes get very embarrassed just by tickling someone else.

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Ceser Torres

Lee

💙 Loves tickles. He doesn't need to elaborate, everyone knows.

💙 far too ticklish for his own good.

💙 can't stand anticipation at all. He gets all fidgety and blushy.

💙 has a very squeaky laugh.

💙 his main spots are his tummy, sides, and knees.

💙 never tells anyone tickling him to stop. He doesn't really try to fight back either.

💙 however, he will run away from his tickler, which only adds to the anticipation.

💙 sometimes, he will just flat put ask for tickles. He doesn't really seem embarrassed about it either.

Ler

💙 more of a ler. An evil, evil ler. if this man is in a ler mood. Run

💙 somehow knows everyone's tickle spots.

💙 he targets Mark a lot. Will tickle the poor man for anything. Sad? Tickles. Angry? Tickles. Just minding his business? Tickles.

💙 a massive teaser. Will use baby talk and everything.

💙 "uh oh.... I think I found a spot!" "Theres that laugh!"

💙 will also play the tickle monster role, too. (Much to Marks dismay).

💙 will chase his victim to the ends of the earth in order to catch them.

💙 will tease his victim my poking them, then pretending he never did so.

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ADAM MURRAY

Lee

💙 never in a million years will he admit he's ticklish.

💙 gets ganged up on by Sarah, Evilin, and Jonah. Jonah tickles him the most, though.

💙 like Mark, he will try and hold in his laughter for as long as possible.

💙 when he does break, his laughter is very loud and embarrassingly squeaky!

💙 his main spots are his ribs, sides and hips.

💙 Jonah will tickle him if he's over working himself or he's just in another bad mood.

💙 pretends he hates tickles. but deep down, he doesn't mind.

💙 will squeal if you drill your thumbs into his hips or give him raspberries.

Ler

💙 is very set on getting revenge. Especially if it's Jonah.

💙 never uses gentle tickles. (Unless it's Evilin) but mostly rough tickles are used, especially for Jonah.

💙 Adam will tease in a very mocking way, and it kills Jonah.

💙 "aw, it tickles? Too bad.." "wow, this must really suck for you, huh?"

💙 will pin his victims down good, not letting them move at all.

💙 he types a lot, so he is very skilled with his fingers.

💙 has frequent tickle fights with Jonah.

💙 will tickle Jonah for the slightest inconvenience. Messed up on a mission? Tickles. Ate all the pizza? Tickles. Being annoying? Tickles.

💙 tries to hide his amusement when tickling his victims. He secretly enjoys it.

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JONAH MARSHALL

Lee

💙 like Ceser, he is very ticklish.

💙 gets very flustered when threatened with tickles.

💙 he will provoke Adam just to get him to tickle him.

💙 his main spots are his back, knees, and his stomach.

💙 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh.

💙 no matter how hard he tries to get away, he cant.

💙 will never admit he likes it. He gets very flustered if you ask him.

Ler

💙 when it's his turn? Oh boy...

💙 literally won't stop unless his victim is red-faced and in tears. Or they beg him to stop.

💙 this little shit- is such a tease!

💙 "it tickles? Guess I'll have to keep going then~" "This must tickle soooo bad, right?"

💙 laughs along with his victims.

💙 will build up his tickling with soft tickles before going in for the rough tickles, going for the worst spots.

💙 always wins the tickle fights with Adam.

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That wrapps things up guys! I hope you guys enjoyed these! I might do some more headcanons on TMC for Sarah, Evilin, and other characters, but idk. I hope these were okay! 🤭

All art belongs to wampyclown on Instagram!

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Cat? What cat?

Summary: Jonah and Adam left the house, but Adam is frustrated about not knowing what’s in the basement.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,241

A/N: Finally finished one of my tmc fics!!! There are two or three little jokes in this one because I’m hilarious. Anyway, Adam totally didn’t go into the basement and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Also, I did write the ridiculous line I was talking about… so have fun looking for it lmao

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Adam and Jonah stepped into their shared apartment after a long drive from the supposedly haunted house.

It took a lot of convincing to get Adam to come back to the car, but when he did come back, Jonah was more than relieved, even if Adam did pout for nearly the whole car ride.

The blonde flopped down on the couch with a huff, pout still glued to his expression.

Jonah, with hair more silver than silver, sat down next to him.

"I'm really happy you decided to come back with me, man." He said sincerely, patting Adam on the back. “I don't know what I would've done with myself if I had left you there."

The blonde nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, I know… but I still wanna know what was in that damn basement… you should’ve heard it, dude, it’s like it was calling out to me!…" He groaned and buried his face in his hands, his frustration more prominent the longer he dwelled.

"I get it, man... but you can't mope about it forever."

Adam turned to glare at him.

"I can and I will, thank you very much.” He declared stubbornly with crossed arms. "Nothing can stop my pity party."

This gave Jonah an idea…

"Oh really? Are you sure? You know… I bet I can make you smile.” He said with a cheeky grin, one that typically spelled trouble.

The blue eyed boy furrowed his brows with confusion before scoffing, trying to appear unfazed.

“No fucking shot, Jonah. I’m gonna be pissed for as long as I want.”

This only made Jonah’s grin widen, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes “That's a pretty bold claim for someone as ticklish as you." He smirked and watched Adam's eyes widen.

"D-Don't you fucking dare...” Adam warned, narrowing his icy blue eyes.

Jonah chuckled and swiftly leaped at the blonde, pinning him to the couch.

"Okay Adam… give me one good reason not to tickle you right now." He grinned and wiggled his fingers in the air, knowing that always got to Adam.

Adam's eyes widened and he crawled to the other end of the couch to get away from his mischievous friend.

“B-Because if you do, I’ll k-kill you!”

Jonah knew that was an empty threat, and he gave an amused snicker.

“Yeah, right! If you killed me, who would pull your dumbass out of stupid situations?!”

The blonde growled, though it wasn’t very threatening.

“S-Shut up! Get away!”

But it was no use.

Jonah knew what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna stop until he got it… and what he wanted was for Adam to forget all about that stupid basement!

And smile, of course.

With no further hesitation, Jonah struck, going straight for his friend’s ribs, wiggling his fingers sporadically across the tender spot.

This resulted in a girlish squeal that Adam would frankly like to forget ever happened.

“EEK- J-JONAH, YOU AHAHASS! STOP IHIHIHIT!” Yelled Adam, squirming helplessly under his friend’s playful assault.

The pleasant sounds only encouraged the sly attacker and he let out a snicker of his own.

“Nope! I’m gonna tickle you until you’re laughing so hard, you won’t even remember what a cat is!”

Adam tried to produce a threatening growl, but his vocal chords wouldn’t allow it, too busy producing the mirthful, boisterous laughter.

He moved like a worm on a hook, wiggling every which way; but no matter where he went, Jonah’s skilled fingers followed, merciless in their pursuit.

Said skilled fingers skittered up and down Adam’s sides, making him shriek and guffaw.

“NOHOHO, N-NOT THERE- GAHAHAH!”

The silver haired boy ignored his friend’s pleas, giggling and adding a couple playful pinches.

“Why not? Does it tickleeee?~”

Adam’s cheeks carried a rosy red hue, Jonah’s teasing tone flustering him to his core.

“S-SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING SUHUHUHUCK!”

Jonah gasped, pulling his hands away to place them dramatically on his chest.

“I suck?! I saved your ass, thank you very much!” He poked his friend in the stomach, causing him to squeak.

Both boys took this squeak very differently.

Adam, eyes as wide as dinner plates, slapped his hands over his mouth, his already flushed face taking on a whole new shade of red.

As for Jonah… his eyes were just as wide, his hand freezing in its place as he processed the girly noise his best friend had just made.

This bewildered expression was quickly replaced with a devilish smirk and he gave Adam’s stomach another poke, eliciting another childish squeak, much to Adam’s embarrassment…

“Adam… what was that?” Jonah asked, already knowing the answer.

Adam’s response was a hardly one at all.

“Uh- well- um…”

Jonah was heavily amused… he’d never seen Adam look so flustered.

“Adaaaam~” he sang, letting his hands hover just above the blonde’s stomach, watching for his reaction.

Adam’s squirming ramped up, flailing to try and avoid the attack.

“Jonah, d-don’t you fucking dare!”

“Oh, I think I will!”

With that, he snuck his hands under the fabric of Adam’s hoodie, digging into the soft flesh underneath.

Adam burst into shrill, boyish laughter, squealing and kicking his legs.

“NAHAHAH- JONAHAHAH!” He squawked, weakly shoving at the offending hands.

Jonah giggled with delight, finding the frantic reactions quite adorable.

“What’s wrong? Too ticklish? Hehe~”

Adam was, indeed, too ticklish.

He bucked his hips and shook his head, his messy blonde hair becoming even messier.

“J-JONAH, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!”

Jonah slowed his fingers, giving his friend some momentary reprieve.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Adam… answer this question and I might let you go.” He smirked. “what’s a cat?”

Adam, still catching his breath, blinked with bewilderment.

“What?”

“You heard me! What’s a cat?”

Jonah slowly lifted Adam’s hoodie to reveal the pale skin, causing Adam to squirm more frantically.

“I-It’s an annoying animal with pointy ears that says meow!!!”

The silver haired boy gave a teasing smile.

“You still remember what a cat is?! I guess I have to tickle you even more!”

Before Adam could respond, Jonah bent over and blew a messy raspberry on his friend’s tummy, making him shriek and buck his hips.

After a few playful raspberries, Adam’s laughter was reduced to gasps and wheezes, his cheeks flushed and stained with mirthful tears.

Seeing his best friend couldn’t take anymore, Jonah relented, getting off of Adam and chuckling.

Adam wrapped his arms around his midriff, panting and giggling still, a big, goofy smile on his face.

For a few moments, the room was mostly silent, the only sounds being Adam’s breathy leftover giggles as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, Jonah spoke up.

“So? How are you feeling?” He asked, an amused smile on his face.

The blonde initially wanted to glare and say something snarky, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Actually… much better.” He admitted, sheepishly looking away.

Jonah’s heart filled with pride, glad he was able to cure his friend of his grumpiness.

“I’m glad… now, why don’t we go do something that doesn’t have anything to do with stupid cat alternates?” He laughs, nudging Adam in the shoulder.

Adam laughed back, sitting up and swatting Jonah’s hand away.

“Sounds good to me.”

And so, the rest of their night was full of laughter, ridiculous conversations, and snacks.

And although Adam never figured out what was in that basement, he decided to get over it and move on, because Jonah was right…

He wasn’t invincible.

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Uhh hey!! so erm. I don't really make posts like this, thisll be my first time doing so but i could use some advice. Nothing major i just wanna tag my stuff properly, if anyone is in the sfw tickle community and likes off (and/or makes content of it) i would appreciate help with what tag to use, if any at all, kinda like how i use "mc tickling" or "tmc tickles" i'd feel a little silly being the only one uploading to a certain tag and am also too embarrassed to go seek it out myself to verify its existence, any help is appreciated. the main reason im asking is bc a friend of mine sent in a request and idk how im gonna tag it when i finish it. if need be i will make my own dang tag myself but i figured id ask first HEEHJGE (not putting the fandom tag, idk if thatll make a difference but still)

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Can I please have Cesar tickle Mark? If yes, then thanks a lot. I fucking miss those two, especially Mark...

Books And Boredom

Summary: Cesar is bored. What better way to entertain yourself than to bother your friend?

Pairings: None

A/N: here you go my friend! I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy. :)

Word Count: 457

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“Mark, I’m bored.. pay attention to meee!” Cesar groaned with theatrical boredom, thoroughly irritating his friend who was trying to read.

“Okay? What do you want me to do about it?” Mark asked in an exasperated tone.

“You’re not a toddler, you can entertain yourself.”

With that, he focused his attention back on the text filled pages.

Cesar let out an obnoxious sigh before an idea hit him, making him grin mischievously.

He quickly sat up and snatched the book from Marks hands.

“Cesar, what the-” but before he could finish his sentence, Cesar tossed the book aside and jumped on Mark, pinning him to the couch and promptly scribbling his fingers all over his friends sides.

“Hehey! Stop thahahahat!!" he laughed and pushed at Cesar's hands, only fueling the shorter boy’s enthusiasm.

“Ha! This is what you get for ignoring me!” Cesar moved his hands towards Mark’s stomach, earning a loud guffaw.

“DUHUHUDE, I WAS REHEHEADING!” He yelled through his laughter as though his defense was reasonable in Cesar’s mischievous eyes when in reality, it was far from it.

“Oh I see.” Cesar briefly stopped, feigning hurt. “So books are more important than our friendship? Is that what you’re saying, Mark?”

Mark rolled his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.

“Man, you’re so dramatic.”

Cesar gasped and placed a hand over his heart.

“Dramatic?! Well, excuse me for valuing our friendship more than stupid books!”

As if it was a punishment, he dug his fingers into Mark’s ribs, knowing it was a hot spot for tickles.

Mark shrieked and grabbed at the offending hands in a futile attempt at defending himself.

“SHIHIHIHIT! STOP IT YOU AHAHASS!”

Cesar started laughing along by this point, enjoying the playful activity way more than sitting on the couch trapped in boredom.

“Why would I stop? I’m having too much fun!” He grinned, fingers picking up the pace.

Mark was too lost in laughter to come up with a response. The sensation wasn’t all bad, but it was hardly bearable and he needed to do something.

Seeing that Cesar was somewhat distracted in his own amused laughter, Mark shot a hand towards the shorter boy’s stomach, earning a surprised yelp.

Cesar toppled over and curled up, defensively wrapping his arms around his stomach and looking at Mark as if it was some grand betrayal.

“That’s so not fair! I wasn’t paying attention!”

Mark smirked at the childish complaint.

“Don’t dish out what you can’t handle, my friend.”

Having seemingly recovered from the tickle attack, Mark picked up his book again and sat back down.

Before he continued his reading, he looked down at his best friend and spoke.

“For the record, I am so getting you back for that.”

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Mopey

Summary: Jonah is being mopey and Adam is done.

Word count: 263

A/N: Anon requested some lee!jonah content so here ya go! Gonna apologize in advance if it seems rushed, I remembered I have a test tomorrow but I wanted to get this finished tonight since Anon was so sweet :’)

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“Can you stop being so mopey, man? You’re bumming me out.” Adam groaned at his friend.

“Not mopey..” he grumbled as a response.

Adam was so done.

Jonah was gonna be happy one way or the other!

“That’s it man. You leave me no choice.”

Adam pounced on his best friend, getting a surprised shriek.

Without any hesitation, he dug his fingers into the other’s ribs.

Jonah screeched and bucked his hips, falling into careless laughter.

“ADAHAHAM, YOU AHAHASS! STOP THAT!”

Adam tried to hide a smile of his own.

“No way. You’re annoying when you’re all sad! I’m just making it better!”

Jonah snorted when the mischievous hands crept up to his underarms.

“SHIHIHIT, NOT THEHERE!!”

Adam raised a brow.

“Not where? Here?” Jonah caught a glimpse of the sly grin on his friend’s face before he felt the drilling under his arms.

He tossed his head back with a howl, squirming helplessly and laughing genuinely for the first time in days.

Maybe Adam was being an ass at the moment, but he really did know what his best friend needed.

This treatment went on for a solid 5 minutes before Adam let up, sensing Jonah was at his limit.

“Not cool man…” Jonah groaned, smile still stuck on his face.

“Hey, not my fault you were being mopey.” Adam rolled his eyes and poked the other’s side again, laughing when he jumped away with a squeak.

“Well, since you’ve cured my alleged 'mopey-ness', How about I return the favor?”

And just like that, the room was full of laughter once again.

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Hands

A/N: @aninabanina6969 SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! Here you go my friend, I hope you enjoy. :D it’s a little short.. :’)

Characters: Adam Murray, Sarah Heathcliff

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“Adam, I don’t like this… let’s just go.”

Adam and Sarah cautiously walked side by side.

Sarah was tough, she wasn’t easily disturbed.

But the creepy hands scattered about certainly seemed to get under her skin.

“They’re just hands Sarah. You have them too.” Adam rolled his eyes and kept moving, grinning smugly when Sarah shoved him in the arm.

“I’m serious Adam, this is creepy as shit.”

She glared at her friend.

“Oh no Sarah, there are hands stuck to my arms!”

He waved his hands in Sarah’s face mockingly, laughing at the ice cold stare on the girl’s face.

“Haha, very funny Adam.”

She crossed her arms and maintained her glare.

“No, but this is.”

Without warning, he dug his hands into her ribs, immediately receiving soft giggles.

“Adam! Shihihit!” She squirmed and batted at her friend’s hands, a bright smile on her face.

“Sarah, I don’t mean to alarm you… but there are hands on you right now.”

Adam laughed with Sarah as he moved to squeeze her sides, making her buck and squirm harder.

“ADAM, GOD DAHAHAMN IT!”

“I’m not doing anything. It’s the hands.”

She was absolutely gonna kill him for this.

When he scribbled along her stomach, she practically screamed.

“ADAHAHAM!! ENOUGH!”

He stopped immediately, laughing at his friend’s reaction.

Sarah tried to glare but she couldn’t, the tickle induced smile still stuck to her face as she caught her breath.

“I’m gonna get you back for that..”

Adam knew she wasn’t lying, but it was worth it.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Mandela Catalogue or it’s characters.

Characters: Cesar Torres, Mark Heathcliff

Pairings: none. This is very much platonic :)

Summary: Mark notices that Cesar hasn’t been acting like himself.

A/N- I literally wrote this at 3 AM last night so the grammar is probably not very great💀

Also in case it wasn’t obvious, this is a tickle fic. Please don’t read if that makes you uncomfy. ❤️

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Cesar hasn’t been acting like himself, and nobody picks this up faster than his best friend of course.

Mark and Cesar have been inseparable ever since they were kids; so when something was up, the other often knew.

“Cesar, you know if there’s something bothering you; you can talk to me, right?” Mark assured, putting a hand on his friends shoulder.

Cesar tensed at the touch before relaxing, averting his eyes to the floor.

“I know..” He mumbled almost timidly.

Mark looked saddened by the quiet response; he hated seeing his friend upset.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked, voice laced with sincerity.

Cesar’s cheeks tinted a light pink and he fiddled with his hands.

“I mean.. it’s stupid…” He muttered.

Mark raised a brow.

“Cesar, look at me.”

Cesar hesitantly shifted his gaze back to his best friend.

“What’s stupid to you isn’t stupid to me; if there’s something I can do for you, let me know.”

The words made Cesar timidly look away again.

This time however, a slight smile was visible.

“Well…” He started.

“A hug would be nice.”

Mark couldn’t help but smile fondly at the simple request.

Without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around his smaller friend, engulfing him in a comforting warmth.

Cesar hugged back and closed his eyes with a content sigh.

They stayed like this for awhile before eventually pulling away.

“I can’t believe you were almost too embarrassed to ask for a hug.” Mark teased with a poke to Cesar’s side.

Cesar jumped with a squeak.

“Dude, what was that?” Mark laughed with a knowing expression.

“Nothing!” Cesar replied defensively, already covering his torso protectively.

Mark smirked.

“You know, Cesar… I think you could really use a laugh.”

He playfully wiggled his fingers in Cesar’s direction, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks darken.

“And I think I know just how to help.”

With that said, hands latched onto the victims sides, squeezing without any hesitation.

Cesar shrieked and crumbled to the floor almost immediately as giggles fell from his lips.

Mark followed his giggly friend to the floor and lightly pinned him.

“Mark, nohohoho!” He protested, squirming and weakly holding onto the attackers wrists.

“Mark, yes!” Mark countered, heart melting at his friends happy expression.

“Look at you! You look happier already.”

Cesar let go of Mark’s wrists in favor of covering his own blushing face.

Mark retracted his hands and huffed in dissatisfaction.

“Why are you trying to hide that happy face from me? I wanna see that smile!”

He dug under his friends arms in an attempt to get him to lower them.

Cesar screeched, shooting his arms down so quickly that it startled Mark a little.

“There’s that smile!” Mark couldn’t fight the smile on his own face.

“M-MARK WAHAHAHAIT!!”

“Oh man, I forgot how bad this spot is for you.”

Mark teased but decided it would be best to switch spots.

Pulling his hands back, he let Cesar catch his breath for a moment.

“If I remember correctly…” Mark poked Cesar in the stomach.

Cesar squeaked and slapped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment.

“This spot is pretty ticklish.” He smirked and wiggled his fingers above the smaller’s stomach.

Panicked giggles tumbled from Cesar’s lips as he squirmed and kicked in anticipation.

Mark couldn’t help but laugh.

“Duhude, I haven’t even touched you yet! You must be really REALLY ticklish here..”

He laughed more when he saw his friends cheeks darken.

“S-Shut uhuhuhup!”

Mark gasped in mock offense.

“That is so rude! Someone ought to put you in your place.”

With that, he clawed at the sensitive skin on his friends stomach.

Cesar threw his head back with a squeal and erupted into loud happy laughter, a bright smile on his face.

“MAHAHARK!!”

“That’s my name. What’s up Cesar?” Mark asked, innocently.

“T-TIHIHICKLES!!” Cesar screeched through his laughter; squirming and kicking, trying to cope with the tingly feelings shooting through his body.

Mark laughed with him.

“Really? You don’t say… Does this tickle as well?”

He switched from clawing to light scribbles.

Cesar snorted, causing Mark to pull his hands back in surprise.

Cesar looked at him with wide eyes and he was sure his cheeks were hotter than the sun.

Mark looked dumbfounded.

“Oh. My. God…” His smile slowly grew bigger and more mischievous.

“Did you just snort?!”

Cesar buried his red face in his hands again.

“N-Nohooo…” It was muffled by his hands but Mark still heard it.

“You totally did! Don’t lie to me, Cesar…” He growled playfully, his wiggly fingers returning to the victims stomach to continue the playful attack.

This time the laughter he received was giggly and peppered with snorts.

“Aww, you did it again! That’s so cute!” Mark cooed, knowing damn well that Cesar couldn’t handle it.

“M-MAHARK! N-NO! DOHONT! QUIHIT IT!”

Mark raised a brow.

“Don’t quit it? Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it. Your laughter is so precious that I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.” He teased and watched Cesar’s eyes widen as he realized how his sentence sounded.

“W-Wahahait.. That’s n-not what I meHeANT!!”

Mark changed tactics and kept one hand softly scribbling along his tummy while the other hand fluttered fingers along his neck.

The soft, gentle tickles elicited a flurry of happy, hiccupy giggles with squeaks and snorts here and there.

“Cesar, I’ve been your best friend since we were kids. I can read you like a book, man.”

Mark chuckled sincerely as he enjoyed the sweet sounds.

He loved tickling Cesar.

The poor boy was often stressed; whether it be about his mom, alternates or something else entirely.

Mark knew better than anyone that Cesar needed help relaxing every now and again, and he was more than happy to help him out.

Eventually, the tickling slowed to a stop.

Mark crawled off and sat beside the giggling mess.

Cesar was curled up with his arms wrapped around his stomach, his hair was a disheveled mess, his cheeks were glowing red and residual giggles poured from his lips; it was quite a sight.

Mark ruffled his friends hair.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

Cesar only nodded.

They eventually got settled on the couch.

“Hey Mark?”

“Hm?”

Cesar snuggled into the taller boy.

“Thank you..” He murmured.

Mark smiled softly and wrapped an arm around his best friend.

“No problem, man.”