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The Mechanist's Quest: Chapter 1

A/N - Hi! Sorry for the general delay of all my writings. I'm doing my PhD proposal at the moment and that clearly takes priority lol. I have been having that TF2 brainrot and have a million ideas for fics. Since you all mentioned that y'all prefer larger fics to be reduced to small chapters, this one will be! If y'all end up hating the chapter set up, I'll go back to how I was writing fics.

This is a TF2 fic centered around Pyro being tasked by Engie to learn more about certain team members. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1,498

Pyro was on a mission; something difficult, albeit important. Granted, they had been assigned this mission as it was the Engineer who was really on a mission but was too busy in his workshop to complete this mission, thus Pyro was sent to complete it. Despite the convoluted complex confusion this caused in their brain, Pyro was still going to do whatever it took to get the job done. 

The mission: find a way to subdue the three support team members. 

Pyro did not need to subdue their own team members, of course not, that would be mean. However, they needed to get a good idea of different things that could affect them and cause them to do a poor job on the field. As the BLU Team were almost exact clones of everyone on the RED Team, shadowing the three men to find out how to make them tick couldn't be that difficult, at least not in Pyro’s mind. 

  For the last few weeks, the BLU Team had been kicking the absolute shit out of the RED Team, with most of their victories being the direct cause of one of the support members doing some crafty thinking and making power plays in the last few minutes of each round. Overall team morale was poor, with most of them dreading going out into the field each day just to think they might win, then be decimated at the very end. Not one to take losing well, Engie told the team he was going to develop a machine to change things up, assuring victory. However, he needed data, and he was not very good at this sort of data collection. 

     This is where Pyro came in. Pyro enjoyed spending time with people, with the team. They enjoyed learning about others, and unlike Engie in this situation, they were able to be subtle about it. That and with Pyro on the job, Engie was able to spend more time in his workshop sketching out various blueprints and fixing his current menagerie of sentries. 

      A few evenings after Engie gave Pyro their task, Pyro was walking back to their room for the night. The sun had set long ago and most of the other mercs were already in bed or at least hidden away in their rooms. Having spent a majority of the day with Spy, which meant they spent a majority of the day in the smoking room where the two of them lounged around and read all day, Pyro was exhausted.

It had been an abbreviated day in the field, with the RED Team’s defeat striking faster than normal; feeling almost as if the group had given up and accepted failure before they even arrived at the Badlands. Once the team returned to base, all nine of the men scattered, not looking at nor acknowledging any of the others. Except for Pyro.

Too mentally tired, Spy did not turn around and snap at Pyro when they heard them begin to follow him down the hall. At least, Spy had thought, Pyro wouldn’t try to be talkative. As he opened the door, Spy held it longer than normally, allowing the shorter pyrotechnics expert to walk under his arm and enter the room. Unceremoniously, Spy sat down in his chair with a huff, from both the mental toll of the losses and the physical toll they had on his body. Losses typically meant Spy had suffered; hard.

As he withdrew his pack of cigarettes, his grey eyes followed Pyro’s movements as they gazed up at the small library.

Mann Co. had supplied a fair number of books that catered to each mercs general interests and along with a couple books brought by some of the mercs, the team had gathered a small library, which grew every time Heavy or Soldier went out into town.

Gloved hand finally pausing on a particular novel, Pyro’s index finger pushed the book back into their grip. With almost a supernatural sense, Pyro spun around and quickly lit Spy’s cigarette before the man could withdraw the lighter from his pocket. Despite being startled by the action, Spy simply nodded and mouthed his appreciation as Pyro plopped down into the chair next to him.

While he wasn’t aware of Pyro’s mission, Spy was pleasantly surprised by Pyro’s companionship for the hours they spent reading. The plush chair beside Spy scarcely was occupied, and even more rare was the person sitting in it keeping quiet and actually reading. Sure, Heavy or Demo would occasionally make an appearance to read in the silence of the room, but more often than not, it was Scout or Medic that sat there, trying to push whatever narrative they had past Spy and earn his undivided attention. As such, a quiet evening beside Pyro was a gift.

Due to the general sense of peace, and a certain person’s gasmask, Spy did not notice nor visibly acknowledge Pyro’s occasionally staring. In their head, they had a list of extensive notes to write down later about Spy, though most of them had absolutely nothing to do with the mission. Apart from the chain smoking and the Ian Fleming novel in hand, Spy had given Pyro nothing to work with; so, once he rose from his chair with the notion of going back to his room, Pyro felt as if they may have just wasted hours with little data for Engie to work with.

Luck would favor our dear Pyro as while they were walking toward the exit of the support wing, a loud crash and yelp of exclamation emanated from behind the last door before the exit. Interest piqued, Pyro walked toward the Med Bay, figuring the doctor was still in there. 

 While each merc was given their own rooms, a few stayed unoccupied most of the year. Medic, Sniper, and Engie rarely used their own personal rooms; Sniper staying out in his campervan unless the outside temperature dropped below freezing, while Engie and Medic typically fell asleep while working on projects and paperwork. Pyro had walked into the workshop many times to see the engineer slumped over on his desk. Apart from the first few times they had caught him asleep, Pyro had gotten into the habit of gently picking the man up and placing him on the cot in the corner of the workshop that Soldier and Demo had been insistent on him having.

Door cracked open just a smidge, Pyro was able to peer into the room in search of the commotion. The room was dark, sans a single light in the corner, which was a bit unusual for Medic. Whenever Pyro would come in for an examine, the room was so bright it was headache inducing even through their goggles; so, the darkness was appreciated.

“Du musst aufhören!” the words were frantic, in a higher pitch than Pyro would normally hear Medic use when speaking his native tongue. “Heavy, dammit! Get off me! Nein!”

Silhouetted by the dim light, two figures sat atop the examination bed, intertwined as one. The smaller figure lay flat, limbs flailing with uncoordinated urgency. The larger figure sat atop the smaller, straddling them by the hips.

“Doktor needs his sleep,” the other person teased, voice gruffer yet tonally light. Pyro would recognize Heavy’s voice anywhere, even without Medic shouting his name earlier.

“No, I don’t,” Medic practically spat out as Heavy interjected the doctor’s words with his fingers. “Nein. Verdammt!”

While choking out his last words, Medic began to laugh, arching his back with his arms outstretched, weakly pushing at Heavy’s arms. Never able to form the words in any other language apart from his native tongue while being playfully attacked in this manner, Medic squeaked out a few threats in German, to which all fell upon deaf ears.

In the recent months, Heavy had been finding Medic falling asleep in the middle of an experiment more than once. Just like Engie, the doctor kept finding himself busy with all sorts of work. While most of the team had absolutely no idea what he was doing, or if it was even important as he kept saying it was, they mostly left him alone to do his work. Heavy, however, knew that he needed rest and that falling asleep while standing up and covered in shark intestines was not restful. After what felt like forever, Heavy finally found a method to get Medic to go to bed.

Pyro’s eyes lit up as they watched the scene play out in front of them, a giddy smile spread across their face underneath the mask. As they watched Heavy’s fingers glide across Medic’s belly, the cacophony of Medic’s hysterical laughter filled the room and their ears. Not only was this one of the cutest things Pyro had ever seen, but this gave them a brilliant idea. As the light bulb appeared above Pyro’s head, they scampered out of the room to head to bed.

Pyro had some planning to do.

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A personal rant because I'm hurting

Sorry, non tickles today, although I probably will start writing a new fic in order to cheer myself up.

Remember when I rejoiced over scoring a date with my crush? Well, that thing went out with a bang (and not the fun kind of).

For context, I've been polyamorous with my fiancée for the entire duration of our relationship. Dating others = completely a-okay, as long as our relationship is being nurtured as well and nobody lies or omits important information. This new guy was polyamorous too: I've known him and his nesting partner for years and I've seen them with other romantic partners. The nesting partner a.k.a. my metamour ("Meta") has been friendly with me all this time, so I assumed everything was fine. My crush and I took it quite slowly. Everything felt promising and healthy.

Yesterday he was visiting me for dinner & movie, and we ended up cuddling and kissing for the first time.

Today I then got massive bombs from both the Crush and the Meta: they had had an agreement any intimate action beyond greeting/goodbye hugs requires a permission from the other one first, and Crush hadn't asked for that permission for anything we had done that evening and he and Meta were probably breaking up now.

Now, I personally don't like any heads-up rules like that. I think they're controlling at worst and impractical at best: most often some sort of intimacy happens quite spontaneously, so even without malicious intent it's very easy to break that rule even accidentally. In my book, if you're polyamorous, you accept the fact your partner might end up kissing when they're on a date with someone else.

All that being said, Crush had broken a promise he had given to Meta. As much as I like him and frankly see the whole permission-granting thing unreasonable, I see broken trust as a red flag even if I'm not the victim, plus I don't want a relationship that is built on the cemetery of another one. I told him I don't want to keep seeing him anymore. I'm sad, disappointed, angry and bawling my eyes out.

I'll probably distract myself by writing some TF2 tickles stuff again but will avoid too much shipping fluff for a while.

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Do you have headcanons for ler sniper??? I like to imagine him as a silly ler bc the comunity always potraits him as a serious, silent and grumpy old man but...hey, we have A LOT of voicelines of him being literally a golden retriever (even in the comics he's super sweet) >w<)/

Sorry i just love to speak about mundy...

Anyways, i remember a voiceline of Sniper dancing conga, saying smthing like "happy feet, happy feet!"...And—,, omg im so lee for that one😭...i feel like he would babytalk the whole time, or at least make silly voices, and for raspberries...dont let me start w them, bc he's a professional when it comes to raspberrying a tummy🙏🙏🙏(canon im valve),, i mean, look at his stubble, and he plays the sax...so, idk, it's obvious for me how good this man is!! He loves to make his lee's blushed and flustered (romantic or not)

Anyways, sorry if this is a bunch of nonsense, feel free to ignore, i would like to have headcanons for the silly bushman ;3 specially if involves tummy tickles bc they are my way to cope teheheh ÚuÙ

Ily stay safe and virtual hugs!!

YES! Yes, listen, yes, I think fandom sees him being a bit more serious than he actually is. He is damn playful when he wants to be, I especially see it as someone who more bases anything on the game than anything else tf2. The best example is exactly that "happy feet, happy feet" you said (btw, he says it while square dance taunting, not congaing, I had to correct it but don't worry about it ;3). Honestly, the same applies to Spy if you ask me, but let's focus on Snipurr because yes, he's a damn playful ler, let me tell ya:

"Professionals have standards" huh? He sure does, and tickling is no different. He has standards, damn it. He especially uses this line for blowing raspberries, but it works for tickling in general

all of the mercs who have stubble use it for tickling and Sniper's no different, yep, mostly for tickling a sensitive tummy. It also works for giving tickly kisses because then he has two things to tickle with - his lips and his stubble *V*

ok, so, yeah, I'm never getting that "happy feet, happy feet" out of my mind because omg. He very much says that while tickling his lee's feet, and the lee dies, especially Scout. His feet are deathly ticklish and combined with this kind of teasing? Yep, he's a goner. Like sir, Sniper, sir, that's illegal

one of his favourites way to tickle is to use his lips to tickle a neck or nuzzle it while holding his lee's arms, pinning them down. From his experience it's very very flustering to his lee. Another way is sitting down, his lee between his legs with their back facing him, Sniper's hands tickling their torso, mostly their tummy. He simply prefers when his lee doesn't really have space to escape

he's taller than most of the mercenaries and the bastard takes advantage of it. He will hold something of another person's above their head, then when they're trying to get it and reaching for it with their hands he will catch their wrists with one hand, use the other to tickle the tummy and, of course, tickle their neck with his lips at the same time. He tickles a lot from behind

while he does prefer for the tickling to happen in more private spaces like his campervan or his room (does he even have a room or is he in his campervan entire time? Eh) that doesn't mean he definitely won't tickle with others around. He's all for the lee being embarassed by being tickled in front of others, he just prefers to have peace and be sure no one and nothing will interrupt

yes, he does love making his lee blushy and flustered, can't tell me otherwise, mostly by commenting on the spots like "Those are some unusually ticklish feet, mate" or "your stomach is moving a lot while tickled, I think it means it likes it".

Those aren't headcanons btw, this is all canon cause I'm Valve itself too, trust.

Nah, don't apologize for anything, do you know how happy I got when at 5 am I saw not only a new ask in my inbox but also one that's so long? Like, not just an ask but also something for me to read? Stay safe and I return your virtual hugs :D.

*whispers* Send more. If you want. You don't have to. But aaaagh!

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OMG OMG OMG, Imagine like- Phoenix Write is just absolutely oblivious that his tickling Edgeworth, like- his just rubbing his thigh to reassure him or something and Edgeworth is trying to look menacing, but his just a twitching, giggling mess

OMG THATS SO CUTE ANON WHAT okok how bout feenie does KNOW or rather he finds out on the spot (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

and after that day he wouldn't stoppestering him ;u;

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So I've been in the TF2 tickle fandom for some years now, and some universal truths fans seem to agree on:

Spy, Sniper, Scout and Engineer compete for "the most ticklish merc" position (funnily enough, they're also tied in the lowest HP in-game)

Heavy is the least ticklish one of the group

Demo is the Tickle Fight Monster #1

Medic is a little shit who exploits his position as the team doctor and is especially fond of pretending to check for broken ribs

Spy: *snort snort*

Did I get it right?

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okay okay!! 😆 here’s the long awaited tf2 tickly hcs! (i do have some previous hcs in my tf2 tag btw!) i’m so sorry for the wait though, i’ve just been so tired 🙏💦and btw my phone keeps switching lee and ler around for some reason so there might be some mistakes. lemme know if there’s any mistakes okay? //plus i never proofread anything ever…

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TICKLISH PISSMAN ON MY DASHBOARD YAS 💕

I subscribed to you on YouTube and only just now found your blog somehow. My TF2 side blog is in desperate need of Demoman appreciation and it makes me very happy that you just so happen to supply plenty! Love your art, you also draw Sniper very handsome~

Ayyyy my fellow Demo simp happy to provide hehe

Thank you sm ^^ have a splash page from a request on Insta :3

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Living in a studio apartment built in the 1920s and being genuinely worried about my personal safety in the current political climate because I'm an autistic enby in a same-sex relationship.

Yeah, it checks out.

This is why studying history is important: so that we can see parallels between the past and the present and hopefully, at least in theory, see the warning signs before something terrible will repeat itself.

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This is @giggly-squiggily ‘s second request! I hope you love it, my friend! And if you have any other requests, please don’t hesitate to ask! <3 love you!

It was one of those days where the two men had absolutely nothing to do but cuddle together, and they were just fine with that.

It was near the beginning of their relationship, after their teams disbanded and came together as one. It was near a year and a half in. They moved in together, and were quite happy that they were together again, regretting everything that’s happened that drove them apart from the start.

When Archie you know, fucked up, with Kyogre.. Archie begged the redhead to forgive him for being a jerk. (And kind of destroying Team Magma’s submarine and base, getting possessed by the red orb, stealing Groudon from them, etc.)

(There was a lot that happened in two episodes of the anime lmfao 🤪)

They immediately rekindled both their relationship, and even their rivalry, to a degree. They still had their differences, but they were willing to work on it to be together.

“Mmmph- Archie.. you’re smothering me~” Maxie murmured, trying to shut his eyes to sleep.

“Awwww, don’t be that way, Max… M’ using ye as my pillow~ I asked, and ye said that it was fine.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Mmm.. I did.. but you’re literally on top of me..” He laughs. “I can’t breathe.”

Archie chuckles, nuzzling his chest. “Can’t help it that I love ye so much.” He got closer and buried his face into his hair. “Yer hair is so fluffy~ it smells lovely too~”

He blushed. “Archie, you’re being so weird right now.” He laughed.

“I’m insulted. How dare ye say that to yer own boyfriend..” He sighed dramatically, laying down on his belly like a pillow.

“Oh my g- enough with the dramatics, you big baby~” Maxie chuckled, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“But I looooove youuuu, Maxie..” The bigger man whined.

“And I love you too, my darling. But, you’re being a complete brat right now.”

Archie just laughed and hugged him close, sighing happily into his stomach. He looks over to see his boyfriend’s glittering red nail polish on his toes. “Oooh, that’s new.”

“Hm? What is?” Maxie asked.

“Yer toes. Did ye go to get a pedicure done, babe? Without me?”

“Maybe~” He grins. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a pedicure.”

Archie’s eyes shined, looking at how pretty of a color it was. “It IS a big deal!” He sat up and shuffled over to his boyfriend’s feet. “This is so cute! Babe, they’re so pretty!”

*blush* “Again, it’s not that big of a deal, dear. I’m- AH!”

He squeaked when Archie took a closer look at them, holding one of his feet in his hand and gently observing his toes.

“Wh-what are you doing??”

Archie smirked. “Just seein’ what kind of shade ye used~ Ye don’t mind if I look, do ye?”

He knew exactly where this was going, knowing Archie. “Don’t you-! Gmmmph!! Dohohon’t! Don’t touch my tohohoes!” He squeaked.

Archie smirks again, that’s just what he was missing during this little cuddle session, laughter. Specifically Maxie’s laughter.

“Why, honey? I’m just lookin’ at them.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed his fingers underneath his toes.

“GAH-! Ahahahahhehehhehee-! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“What’s so funny, Max? I didn’t know that the nail polish was funny~” Archie teases, now tickling his toes.

“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHSTARD- HAHAHAHAHAH- STAHAHP THAHAHAHAT!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAVE SENSITIHIHIHIVE TOHOHOHOES!!”

“Ohhhh~ Ye have sensitive toes, mm? In other words… ye have…”

He covered his face, embarrassed and hysterical. “DON’T SAHAHAY IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Ticklish toes!” He cackles, tickling in between his toes, making his boyfriend cackle and squeal.

“ARCHIHIHIHIHIE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! HAHAHAHAH- I’M- IHIHI’M TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

This was so damn cute to the sailor. He chuckles as he continues. “Oh? Well, if yer toes and feet are so ticklish, then why did ye go get a pedicure? Huh? That’s literally paying to get tickle tortured.” He teases. “That scrub brush is hell!”

“IHIHIHIHI THOUGHT I COHOHOULD HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“And could ye?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAH- IT’S TOOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

Archie snickers, tickling the bottom of Maxie’s foot. “My god, what I’d give to have been there. I bet that was a sight to behold~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!STAHAHAHHAHAP TICKLING MY FEHEHEHEHEET!!”

“Hmm~ okay!”

He stops, letting Maxie breathe. But, he then shuffles back over to his side, pinning him to the bed gently.

“Wh-whahahat’re you- Gmmmph!! Pffffft- *snort*”

Archie’s playful fingers started jabbing at his belly.

“I’ve been wanting to poke that cute tum today.” He looks at his red headed lover trying his best not to laugh. “Hey, ye didn’t say to stop tickling ye completely. Ye said to stop tickling yer feet. Ye said nothing about yer tummy~”

Fuck. He didn’t.

He shouldn’t have to, goddammit. As much as he loves him, Archie is going to be the death of him one of these days. (Affectionate)

Ever since they started dating, from day one, Archie has been an overly affectionate and playful boyfriend. And that, Maxie secretly LOVES. He loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, and yes, even tickles.

“C’mon~ Ye know ye want to laugh~ Hmmm… where can I get the best reaction out of ye?”

Not even two seconds later…

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He bursted out while Archie dug his finger in his bellybutton. “NOHOHOHOT THE BEHEHEHELLYBUTTON!! I’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHUHUHU!!!”

“God, yer so cute, and so is yer little innie~ coochie coochie coo~ is this yer tickle spot? Huh? Tickletickletickle~ Gitchie gitchie gitchie~!”

“STAHAHAHAHP TEHEHEHEASING!YOHOHOHU’RE SUHUHUHUCH AHAHHAHA CHIHIHIHIHILDAHAH- MEHEHEHERCY!! *wheeze* MERCY! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T- *squeal* BRHEHEHEHEHEHEHATHE!!”

Archie just giggles to himself, enjoying the boisterous laughter and shrieking giggles his boyfriend laid out for him. He knew he was being so mean right now, going after his tickle spot like that, but he wanted to hear his lover’s precious giggles and squeals. That’s enough of a reason, right? >:)

“NOHOHOHOHO- *snort* MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!” He shouted, gasping for breath when Archie finally stopped. “Hah.. hehe.. heh.. Ahaharchihihiee..”

“Yer fuckin’ adorable, Max.” Archie cooed, kissing his belly, making Maxie squeal and try wiggling away.

His eyes went wide as his Archie’s lips pressed on his stomach. “Stahah-Stop! That tickles!” He giggles out, trying to squirm away.

“Hahah! Alright, alright! I might’ve went a bit overboard~ I’ll spare ye, for now.” Archie smirks, laughing when Maxie pushes him away. “Babyyyy! I’m sorry! Ye’ve just been so grumpy lately! Please cuddle?”

“Hmph. Dohohohoo you deserve cuhuhuddles after that?”

He pulled out the Lillipup eyes. He knew that Maxie couldn’t resist it.

“Mmm.. perhaps I can forgive you, this time.” He stares Archie down. “But, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll get you back TENFOLD.”

This did scare Archie a little bit, but anything is totally worth hearing Maxie’s laughter. Any day.

“I guess I’ll be prepared for that, then.” Archie giggles, making Maxie sigh heavily and fall back into the bed.

“You’re ridiculous~” Maxie affectionately teases.

“Bwahahah! Ye love me~”

“Yes, I do. Always~” Maxie says, pecking a kiss to Archie’s cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you start your ridiculous shenanigans~ Just, promise me you won’t reawaken Kyogre.”

Archie scoffs and lays back down on his boyfriend’s belly once more, as Maxie affectionately pets his hair.

“I can tell that you’re pouting.”

“Mm’ not..”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

Archie grins, an idea in mind. “Yeah, babe. I’m not pouting.”

“And how would I know that for sure if you don’t look up at me? With those beautiful blue eyes of yours~?”

Haha. He knew he would say that.

“Simple, sweetie. I do.. this..!”

With that, he swiftly raised Maxie’s shirt up, and pressed his lips into his belly while blowing a big raspberry.

“GAAHHAHAHAHAHAH- Y-YOHUHUHU DIHIHIHICK!!!! STAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!”

“Awww, why, sweetie? PFFFFFFT! that wasn’t very nice~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES, YOHUHU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!”

He gasped dramatically, scribbling at his belly. “How dare ye call me the J word! That deserves double the tickles!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NO NO NO IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” He begged, shrieking when Archie’s fingers found his ribs. “EEEEE!! STAHAH- STAHAHP!! NAHAHAHT MY RIHIHIHIBS-!

“Oh? Yer sorry, huh? Ye were talking a big game just a moment ago~ callin’ me a jerk.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIHIHIDN’T- *HIC* MEHEHEHEHEHAN IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!! ST-STAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIT!!”

Archie chuckles, slowing his tickles just a little bit, and gently tweaking Maxie’s ribs. “God, yer so cute. I completely forgot how ticklish ye really were~ Awww~ did someone get the hiccups?”

“PL-PLEHEHEHEASE-! *HIC* EHEHEHEHENOUGH-! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T- *HIC* BREATHE!”

The bigger man cackles as he stops his tickles. Maxie took a deep breath before dissolving back into giggles, trying to catch his breath once more.

“Sorry, babe.. are ye okay?”

“I.. hehe.. will be, heh.. jerk.”

He immediately covered his mouth. He just fucked himself over.

“Ohhh~? Ye must really want to get wrecked again, don’t ye?”

“No no no no- I’m sorry! It just slipped out-! Plehehehease don’t!” He flinched, his hands raised up to defend himself.

Archie tilts his head. “Honey, are ye.. uncomfortable with me tickling ye?” He asked.

“What- no!” He replied immediately, then blushed. “No, no.. not at all. What makes you think that?”

“Ye flinched.. like I was gonna attack ye, or hurt ye.”

“Oh, Archie…” He wraps his arms around his waist. “You know better than that. I know that you’ll never hurt me. *kiss* ever.”

“It’s just… we’ve gotten back together and we’ve been dating for over a year now… if I’m doin’ anything that makes ye uncomfortable.. ye’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course I will, Archie. Nothing you do is wrong or making me uncomfortable. I love you.”

He smiles. “I love ye too, Max. So.. yer not uncomfortable with the tickling?”

His face turned red. “N-no. Not at all.. In fact, I.. I actually quite enjoy it.” His face turned even redder. “God, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?? Really?” Archie beamed, really happy. “Awww, that’s so cute, love. I’m so happy to hear that!”

“W-what? You- you don’t think that it’s weird?”

“Of course not! Do ye know how much I love to hear that sweet laugh of yers? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Max. And ye never do it enough! My jokes can only get so far! Maybe a chuckle or two, or perhaps a few giggles here and there.. but nothing like this. It’s such a sweet sound.”

That alone made him chuckle and blush. “Well.. your jokes aren’t the funniest in the world~” He teases.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe ye’ll think THIS is funny!” He grins, pinning him back down and tickling his sides.

“Ahahahahahah- wahahahahait-! Ihihihihihi- *hic* wahahahahsn’t reeheheheheheady!” He squealed.

“Hehe! Then don’t tease me like that, silly! God, yer the cutest~” Archie cooed, moving to his hips.

*HIC* “Ahahahahahahah-! *snort* Okahahahahay-! Okahahahay I’m sorry!! Lehehehehet me uhuhuhup, yohuhuhuhu bihihihig- hahahah- dork!!”

Chuckling, Archie let up, knowing that he’s tickled his boyfriend enough for the day. He leans down and gives Maxie a kiss.

“Ye okay?”

“Heheh.. yes, I’m fine.” He sat up, hugging Archie close. “I love you.”

“I love ye too, my sweet Max.”

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As a TF2 fan and Sniper simp in particular I am endlessly entertained over the fact there literally is a Sniper Street in my hometown.

Too bad it's located in the most expensive fancy ass district of the city so as a low middle-class citizen I'll probably never be able to afford living there.

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Non-American non-native English speaker here, can someone explain me this character and the show he's from? My curiousity has been piqued

TICKLE COMMUNITY!! Can I get your thoughts on this iconic character? If you watched The Wiggles as a child then you definitely know who this is

The most iconic “ler” character of all time I’d say

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Or We Could Just Be Quiet And Do Nothing

SFW tickle fic

3,457 words

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ships: none explicitly stated but Red Oktoberfest (Heavy x Medic) implied so heavily it barely counts as mere implying; Soldier & Demo and Engie & Pyro can be read either platonically or as Boots 'n' Bombs and Texas Toast respectively

Tags/warnings: non-binary Pyro with they/them pronouns; Demo’s excess alcohol consumption is discussed but only in a lighthearted way and played entirely for laughs

Summary: Scout is an annoying loud prick and accidentally starts a tickle fight. Chaos escalates as every merc gets dragged in, did they want it or not.

A/N: This fic is entirely based on this alignment chart I made in my older Tumblr; it seems to be quite well liked and honestly I still like it too. That’s the plot, that’s the fic. This was actually a pretty fun exercise on writing a comedic scene of endlessly escalating chaos.I don’t know who in the fandom headcanoned first that 1) Medic takes a little too much enjoyment out of ahem, checking for broken ribs as a totally normal examination routine, 2) Spy has a ticklish neck and 3) being tickled brings out his snort laugh in the most magnificent way possible… but I buy it all and run with it.

The RED base was fairly serene. It was Sunday evening, which meant the next morning would be the start of a new work week: that is, another five-day string of grueling war that killed your back and drained your energy so that after work nobody had interest in doing anything except eat and hit the bunk. Maybe that was all the more reason almost everyone wanted to make the most out of these final hours of quiet relaxation.

”For the last time, private, stop pestering your superior officer! Save your energy for the battlefield tomorrow!”

”But I’m full of energy right now! Come on man, fight me!”

Demo groaned. All he had wanted was a peaceful moment to chat with his best friend – Soldier apparently wanted to tell a fascinating true story involving grenades – but that chance probably was lost and not coming back this evening. Scout had lived the entire weekend on junk food and Bonk, which meant he was overloaded with caffeine, sugar and excess confidence he could beat Soldier in one-on-one melee combat. Since lunch he had been demanding for a wrestling match, much to everyone’s annoyance in the base common room: in addition to Soldier and Demo who were seated at the dining table, Engineer had spread his tools on the floor in an empty corner, focused on tinkering with Gunslinger’s adjustments, while Heavy and Medic were reading a newspaper together on the couch near the kitchen entrance, Heavy practicing his English comprehension and Medic occasionally translating him a word or two in Russian or German.

After enduring Scout’s yapping a little longer, Soldier finally had had enough.

”You want a fight, son? You get a fight! Get up and let’s get this over with!”

Scout let out a cheer and faced Soldier with a wide-legged stance.

”Oh yeah! Come at me – three, two, one, go—”

Soldier lunged forward grapping Scout’s both hands while hooking one leg around his, then throwing him backwards sending Scout to unbalance and fall. Instantly after that he lifted him from the floor and threw him over his shoulder effortlessly.

”Whoa whoa whoa! Dude, you tripped me! That was definitely against the rules!”

Everyone spectating the match laughed. Nobody even tried to mask their Schadenfreude over Scout getting tossed like pizza dough.

After throwing him around and over a few times Soldier finally pinned Scout against the wall. He was holding him off the ground by the upper arms, pressing close to him menacingly.

”Are you still willing to keep fighting? Or do I have to suplex you again?”

”Do it, lad! Suplex, suplex, suplex—” Demoman rallied everyone into joining the chant.

”On three—”

Scout struggled, trying to push Soldier’s arms off. Due to his position he couldn’t even reach them well enough to get a good grip.

”On two—”

His awkward hovering position didn’t do any good for his kicks either: he just couldn’t get enough strength into them.

”On one—”

Scout knew his final option to break free wasn’t going to be good by any means but as if there were any other choices.

Just as Soldier prepared to toss him again Scout jabbed his hands into Soldier’s armpits and wiggled his fingers there rapidly.

”Wha—heyahah! Quit it!”

The tickling weakened Soldier’s grasp and caused him to recoil enough to free Scout who immediately bolted towards the teleporter at the other end of the room. Staying here wouldn’t be safe for him now.

”Get back here, coward! That was not honorable fighting!”

”Ka-BOOM!”

Just like Scout had thought, Soldier gave chase immediately. What he hadn’t anticipated was Demoman use a couple of stickybombs to launch himself across the room (”No detonating bombs indoors!” Medic complained) and land perfectly to tackle Scout onto the floor just as he was about to make his escape. Soldier followed in Demo’s footsteps, crouching next to Scout with a menacing grin.

”Son, what you just did was punishable offense.” Soldier sat down on top of Scout’s right thigh and grabbed his right wrist, pinning the arm stretched out.

”And you disturbed our private conversation. That was pretty annoying”, Demo said locking Scout’s other arm and leg down in a similar manner. Scout could only stare at the two nervously.

”Oh come on guys, I fully admit my defeat, you—you can let me go now!”

”Nah! If you were so interested in what we were talking”, Demo flashed a mischievous grin, ”why don’t you stay put and keep listening!” Both he and Soldier dropped their free hands onto Scout’s stomach and began to claw, scratch and pinch all over while Scout erupted in boisterous laughter.

”Gahhaha! Gahahais, knock it ohohoff!”

”So anyway”, Demoman turned to Soldier, raising his voice to make it carry over Scout’s laughter, ”you were saying you once got to use some sorta mineral-based grenades?”

”Affirmative!” Soldier replied, tickling Scout all the while he talked. ”They were hard as rock so even without pulling the pin they did some good damage when thrown on enemies’ skulls—”

”You guys ahahare lame! Who the hehehell wants to discuss that crahahap?!”

”Target the sides of his ribs!” Medic shouted from the couch where he and Heavy had followed the scene unfold. ”He cannot stand when I do him a checkup for broken bones!”

Both Demo and Soldier took the advice instantly and indeed, tazing between the ribs earned them a satisfying screech and an even more violently thrashing Scout.

”EHAHAAK! -snort- NOT THEHERE!”

”Ach, same as everyone else”, Medic said. ”I even consider if I should tie certain patients up during the abdomen examination.”

”Sometimes I suspect you actually tickle them on purpose”, Heavy noted.

”Well, I cannot control how the human body works – most people just are ticklish on there! And how else can I be sure nobody is walking around with broken ribs?”

”Alright then. But then tell me, doctor, when was the last time somebody checked up yours”, Heavy chuckled suddenly pulling Medic into a bear hug and wiggling his fingers into his stomach and sides. Medic squealed and squirmed.

”Eehehoho! Misha!” He retaliated quickly with a scribble under Heavy’s chin who stifled a chortle and exploited the opening in Medic’s upraised arm – striking a precise attack in the armpit. Medic’s giggles rose into a loud falsetto as he clamped the arm back down, although it hardly helped his predicament as he effectively locked Heavy’s hand into the sensitive spot.

All the ruckus drowned the gentle whirr of the teleporter as Pyro appeared from it. Most of their weekend had gone into a new crafting project for which they had picked up the idea from Engineer’s architecture magazines; Engie had even helped here or there with the construction. The result was an honestly impressive replica of the Statue Of Liberty, glued together out of matches with the crown and torch made of scrap metal and the torch’s fire lit. Assumably Pyro had come to present Engineer their finished project but by how they looked around at the ongoing tickle fight and made delighted noises, they seemed to forget their initial objective in a heartbeat.

Pyro swung the Matchstick Sculpture Of Liberty off their hands and skipped over to join Medic and Heavy’s playful duel. They jumped onto the couch trying to wiggle themself between the other two and spidered their hands over Heavy’s midsection. The revenge was imminent from both sides: aside from a short surprised guffaw and a small flinch, Heavy recomposed himself quickly and struck back at Pyro with a coordinated co-op attack with Medic.

”Nu-uh, little arsonist! This big man is mine!” Medic taunted as Pyro curled into a ball and giggled behind their mask. Both let them up and shooed them off the couch. ”Why don’t you go play with Engineer!”

Ever since Scout had first struck at Soldier Engineer had retreated deeper into the bare corner he was in and remained quiet in hopes nobody would even remember he was there. He had anticipated his peace might become threatened the moment Pyro had first arrived but now it was inevitable – those bug eyes that perpetually gave the impression of an excited puppy were coming towards him with speed. Engineer turned slightly more towards the corner and pulled his knees closer to his body but neither truly did anything to protect him: Pyro bounced on him and started kneading his stocky love handles.

”Nahhaha— hold it, firebug! Mehehercy!” Playful roughhousing matches had become a fairly common occurrence between the two, especially when a battle had gone particularly awry and Pyro saw Engineer need a lift for his self-esteem and something to cheer him up. Namely, they had discovered quite soon into their friendship that squeezing the soft area just above Engineer’s hips was one of the easiest ways to make him curl up like an armadillo and giggle wheezily.

This time was no exception. Engineer wriggled and turned over from side to side trying to evade Pyro’s hands. ”Ahalright, buddy, enoug—bwahaha!” Pyro dipped their hands under his overalls and scribbled at his paunch – a truly bratty move.

”Daharn it, now I know you’re asking for it!” Engineer did his best to block Pyro’s attack for a moment with one hand while reaching for a counterattack with Gunslinger. As he made contact to scratch Pyro’s tummy, the latter let out a cheerful peal of muffled giggles and fell on their back spread eagle. While they reflexively twitched at Engie clawing on their midriff, they didn’t do anything to protect their tickle spots. While all this was going on, the teleport whirred again.

When that evening Sniper had left his camper to fill his thermos with coffee for the next day as usual, probably nothing would have prepared him for the scene that was now laid before him. On the floor there was Pyro rolling on their back and seemingly happily receiving belly scritches from Engineer’s creepy mecha hand; on the couch by the kitchen entrance Heavy was squeezing the thighs and hips of a wildly cackling Medic who countered by nibbling and raspberrying away on Heavy’s neck the best he could; what looked like a scrambled pile of matchsticks and a large rug under it was on fire; and lastly there were Demo and Soldier holding down a flailing, screeching Scout and holding a casual conversation while tasing at his sides, although to hear themselves over Scout they were practically yelling at each other’s faces.

”—NO WAY, SO YOU PULLED THE PIN OFF THAT ROCK AND—?”

”YES! I THREW THE GARNET AND FRACTURED THAT SLIMY COMMUNIST’S NOSE—”

”GAHAHAHAAH YOU GUYS SUHUHUCK! SNIPES, HEHEHELP!”

”YES, SNIPER! HELP US GIVE THIS TREASONOUS COWARD A LESSON!”

Sniper made a beeline into the kitchen, careful not to look anyone in the eye, and loaded the coffeemaker faster than he probably had ever done.

”Ech, spoilsport! While you’re there, can you at least fill up my—hey, what the hell?” Demo paused to pull up a leather wineskin he had grown accustomed to take to the battlefield with him: it was far more practical to drink from that as the glassy Scrumpy bottles were bound to shatter at some point anyway and usually ended up being more of use as weapons. Now he noticed the wineskin had taken damage too, though: it had a neat hole in it through which its containments had leaked out. ”Sniper!”

Sniper broke into cold sweat. Demo’s unprofessional habit of drinking on the clock had annoyed him greatly ever since he first had witnessed him stagger drunkenly around Dustbowl. It had been pure chance that during last Friday’s match a moment of relative peace had allowed Sniper to take his aim off the control point for one second and that he just had happened to get the perfect angle to pull a practical joke on the bloody drunkard. The shot had been perfect, precise and quiet: the dart had punctured the leathery bag and stopped its travel on the harder cap while its owner had been laying stickybombs blissfully oblivious of any of this. In hindsight and especially in a spot like this, though, Sniper’s moment of mischief started seeming much, much worse of an idea.

“Sorry, mate. Must have misfired.”

“Bloody hell, I paid a fine fortune for this. Let’s hope at least the cap isn’t broken.” Demo popped the wooden stopper off to inspect it. It didn’t seem to have cracked badly from the shot but there was something else that piqued Demo’s intrigue: the dart was still stuck on the stopper’s bottom, and it had a tiny piece of cloth wrapped around it.

That moment Sniper remembered what extra steps he had taken to make his trick on Demo be even cheekier. Why, oh why did the coffee have to drip so slowly?

Demo rolled the cloth – a piece of parchment – open and read its contents out loud. “’Next time, leave your piss bladder home’”, Demo’s expression tightened, “’you drunken wanker’.”

Sniper took off to a sprint towards the teleporter. Never mind the coffee, he could simply wake up a little earlier for it.

“Oh, that’s it, you bloody camper!”

“Got him!” Medic got up from the couch and managed to grab Sniper by the collar of his vest, making him yelp and stumble a few steps back. It was enough to enable Medic to wrap both of his arms around Sniper’s chest and start scritching his underarms and ribs. “Herr Sniper is one of the worst offenders when it comes to squirmy patients!”

The sight was not much short of a saddle bronc show: Sniper flailed, bucked, pushed Medic’s wrists with full force, did everything in his power to try to throw the doctor off his back. To his credit he managed to keep any laughter bubbling inside his chest from getting out, only letting a few discomforted grunts slip through gritted teeth.

“Hold ‘im tight, doctor! Those kangaroos are known to kick and box.” Sniper saw a threatening glint flash in Demo’s eye right before the latter pounced on him. The sandvich of three men fell back onto the couch, Medic on the bottom still keeping his tickly hold on Sniper who now realized he was in great trouble: he was squished between two relentless attackers and neither seemed to have any will to show him any mercy.

Demo drilled his thumbs into Sniper’s hips. “Sorry, lad. Must have misstepped”, he mocked as Sniper’s dam broke and wheezy cackles burst out.

“GHAHHAHA—! Bloody pansies, jumping ohohon two against one—!”

With Demo’s attention having diverted to another target, Scout finally managed to wriggle himself out of his captivity. The teleporter was near but it took time to warm up and Soldier was keeping up behind him way too close; Scout frantically tried to find an opening to bolt out of this common room that had descended into a stage of madness.

Scout jumped out of the way as Soldier lunged at him and speeded past him towards the door that led to the base main hall. “I need assistance!” Soldier shouted while glancing at Heavy who took the hint and leapt off his seat to join the chase.

Scout probably would have managed to escape had he not bumped into an invisible force a few feet before the door. Before he could regain his speed Heavy and Soldier had caught up to him and he felt himself whisked off the floor once again, this time crushed by Heavy’s muscular arms.

Wait. There was a big gap of empty space next to Scout yet he felt something pressing against him on that side too…

 “Show yourself, traitor!” Soldier shouted.

BLU Spy decloaked to reveal the RED intel briefcase strapped to his back and a grumpy look on his face. The presence of an enemy paused all the action in the room.

“If I would have known what childish idiocy you spend your spare time engaged in”, Spy muttered, “believe me, I gladly would have postponed stealing your intelligence until at the very least tomorrow.”

“Och, don’t act like you’re so above it all”, Demo replied. “See how much fun our Sniper is having!” He punctuated his remark by aiming a two-handed tasing jab right in the folds above said marksman’s hipbones, making Sniper cry out a shrill yelp that cut off to a long wheeze.

Spy turned his face away. “Yes, I cannot believe even bushman has let his professional standards so low.”

“Uh, isn’t anyone else more concerned that there’s a freaking enemy spy in our base?” Scout asked, still kicking in the air and struggling in Heavy’s hold. “And that he has our intelligence?”

“You’re right! Little man, put briefcase down now”, Heavy exclaimed cheerfully while spidering both of his captives in their midriffs. Everyone was oddly mesmerized at how both Scout and Spy erupted in hysterics and flailed wildly like rapidly deflating balloons.

“Nohohoho dude what the heck! Why are you tickling mehehehee—!"

“Ahahaah stop ri— -snort- arrête! Arrête -snort- immédiatemehehent!”

Even Heavy was so shocked his hold on the two loosened and both got released and dropped on their feet. The room had fallen completely quiet. Spy felt nervousness creep up his spine when he realized everyone’s eyes had turned to him.

“No way”, Soldier said slowly.

“Mph mmph mmh mh mmph?” Pyro stared at Spy as if they were admiring a cardboard box full of kittens.

“I wanna hear that again”, Demo said with a growing smile. “Don’t let him get away!” He threw one stickybomb to the room’s teleporter and blew it up.

“I said no bombs inside!”

“You are not getting out of here, Frenchman!” Soldier stepped in front of the hall door and blocked the last exit of the common room.

“Incoming!”

Spy yelped in terror as Heavy, Demo and even Pyro all charged towards him as one unit. He started retreating clumsily, bumping into chairs and tables behind him while frantically fumbling with his wristwatch. Just as Heavy reached to grab him, Spy cried another yelp of fear as he narrowly dodged and managed to reactivate the cloak, vanishing again.

Heavy stopped and stared at his empty fist that held onto nothing. “He’s still near!”

“His cloaking runs out soon. He cannot hide forever”, Medic said.

“Which means he probably will try to infiltrate us. Men, one of us might be a spy!” Soldier shouted his conclusion from the door he was still guarding.

“Very good point! I suggest we check everyone and listen for those adorable noises he made”, Medic said before latching his fingers again onto Sniper’s upper body.

“Blohohoody bogan, I’ve been hehehere the whole time—!”

Pyro approached Engineer, wiggling their fingers teasingly. “Mmh mh mmph mh mmh mh mph?”

“Noho, firebug, I ain’t a spy, don’t you remember, I’ve been here this whole ev—bahahah! Plehease!” Bargaining did nothing as Pyro jumped Engie and tackled him to the floor while gleefully tickling his sides.

“Pyhyro, dohohon’t! You know it’s meheheh—Hehehelp!” Engineer tried to scramble away and  held onto a snorting light stand next to him for support.

A light stand snorted?

Such a small sound had become recognizable enough to catch everyone’s ear.

Medic let go of Sniper who fell limp on the couch as a wheezing mess. “Engineer, hold that still.”

Engineer obeyed, even giving the stand’s middle another squeeze for another choked noise.

Even though it was hard to tell through the disguise, it was safe to say Spy’s focus was entirely on the direction of the imminent danger that was coming from Medic and Pyro who had taken clear interest on the noise-making “light stand”; so off-guard he was caught when Heavy snatched him from behind into a tight embrace.

Heavy blew a raspberry on the stand’s topmost seam right below the lightbulb, and the disguise dissolved.

“Nohohohon! -snort- Je vous jure -snort- quehahaha quand mes colléguehehes -snort- reviendrohohont pour -snort- moi—”

Spy’s sensitive neck (and as Medic and Pyro soon figured out, it was far from his only sensitive spot) proved to be so entertaining that almost everyone wanted to have their own turn with it. The only ones who didn’t were Engineer and Sniper who used the opening to quietly slink away, as they were smart enough not to incur the enemy Spy’s wrath, and RED Spy who had been smart enough to stay away from the common room altogether the moment he first heard raucous laughter from there.

These three were also the only ones to be spared from a respawn. Nobody bothered or remembered to put out the fire started by Pyro’s craft project so it eventually consumed the whole room and killed everyone inside.

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Update three days later: he said yes.

Just ask your crush out already, you cowardly bitch!

Yes, me! (And yes, you too if you're reading this and the header could apply to you but mostly I'm writing this as a pep talk for my own wussy ass.)

Hey, I know it's scary. The chance of rejection is always scary, and if you've got rejection sensitivity or some traumatic memories about being turned down in a humiliating or cruel way, doubly so. Having both of those, I got ya.

But I'm sorry, there's no other way around it and better do it now. If you keep waiting in order to find the perfect moment / observe them for signs they like you too... you'll wait an eternity. A perfect moment likely never comes and reading someone's behaviour or body language is often quite hit-and-miss, or you'll end up overanalyzing stuff and lose all your gathered-up courage for some minor change in atmosphere, not to mention body language expertise has no scientific base and the same gesture can be due to many different reasons: they may lean closer to you in conversation because they like you or they may do it because they're hard of hearing and want to hear what you say. The only way to get a definite answer to "Do you want to go out with me?" is, well, ask. Waiting any longer for some celestial signal is likely futile, so just do it now.

I don't know how they're gonna respond. What matters is that you'll get peace. Also, in my experience the fear of the worst-case scenario is very often worse than how things actually play out.

If they reject you politely? Good, now your brain power doesn't have to go on fantasizing about them anymore and you can return to your usual productive levels. And, if you wish to look for a relationship, you won't be stuck on someone who won't give you what you want.

If your worst fear comes true and they reject you while being mean about it? Same as above + good thing they revealed themself as an asshole now, you didn't want a person like that anyway! You will heal from the wound they caused. Remember: most people aren't like them.

If they say yes... Great! All those daydreams about cuddling with them, deep conversations, playful tickle fights, all that can actually happen now.

But it won't happen (or at least you won't get certainty of it never happening so you can stop pining for it) if you don't ask. Sorry.

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Just ask your crush out already, you cowardly bitch!

Yes, me! (And yes, you too if you're reading this and the header could apply to you but mostly I'm writing this as a pep talk for my own wussy ass.)

Hey, I know it's scary. The chance of rejection is always scary, and if you've got rejection sensitivity or some traumatic memories about being turned down in a humiliating or cruel way, doubly so. Having both of those, I got ya.

But I'm sorry, there's no other way around it and better do it now. If you keep waiting in order to find the perfect moment / observe them for signs they like you too... you'll wait an eternity. A perfect moment likely never comes and reading someone's behaviour or body language is often quite hit-and-miss, or you'll end up overanalyzing stuff and lose all your gathered-up courage for some minor change in atmosphere, not to mention body language expertise has no scientific base and the same gesture can be due to many different reasons: they may lean closer to you in conversation because they like you or they may do it because they're hard of hearing and want to hear what you say. The only way to get a definite answer to "Do you want to go out with me?" is, well, ask. Waiting any longer for some celestial signal is likely futile, so just do it now.

I don't know how they're gonna respond. What matters is that you'll get peace. Also, in my experience the fear of the worst-case scenario is very often worse than how things actually play out.

If they reject you politely? Good, now your brain power doesn't have to go on fantasizing about them anymore and you can return to your usual productive levels. And, if you wish to look for a relationship, you won't be stuck on someone who won't give you what you want.

If your worst fear comes true and they reject you while being mean about it? Same as above + good thing they revealed themself as an asshole now, you didn't want a person like that anyway! You will heal from the wound they caused. Remember: most people aren't like them.

If they say yes... Great! All those daydreams about cuddling with them, deep conversations, playful tickle fights, all that can actually happen now.

But it won't happen (or at least you won't get certainty of it never happening so you can stop pining for it) if you don't ask. Sorry.

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Character being tickled: 💖💖😭😭👍👍

Character ENJOYING being tickled:.😭😭😭😭💖💖💖😳😳😳😳🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕🧡🧡🧡🧡👀👀👀💚💚💚💚💚💓💓💓💓💗💖💖💗💜💜💜💙💙💙😫😫😫😫🤯🤯🤯🤯💞💞💞💞

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hello.!! maybe some swordvan? lee mundy (LOVE YOUR SFMS OMGG😩🤩)

There you go! Sorry that I have been gone for a while 😔 I got demotivated