(I'm not the best at explaining things, so bare with me)
We were in a class together. Our teacher presents us with three machines for us to use.
The machines were chairs you were strapped too, and each one had a rake of spiky nubs that would vibrate and move back and fourth rapidly. Straight up TICKLE MACHINES. There were three: one that targeted your neck, one for your ribs, and one for your feet.
The assignment was simple; pick a machine- see how long you can last. For some reason, the teacher had us going one at a time, and he would be timing us.
So there we were, the whole class sitting on the ground awaiting our turn for torture. Me, being the horribly shy anxious person I am; WAS TRYING TO AVOID MY TURN AT ALL COSTS. Being tickled in front of an audience is my actual worst nightmare.
But enough about me. Chance was sort of a background character I had a monster crush on until it came time for his turn. He goes for the machine that targets your ribs.
And guys,
This poor thing does NOT last long. 😭 His laughter was ridiculously adorable as he only goes on for about 10 or 15 seconds before calling the safeword. (Which I think is actually a decent amount of time, but in this dreamworld it was short lol)
Then bro just gets up and returns to sitting with the rest of the class like he just experienced the most ordinary thing in the world. He ends up sitting near me; who's still panicking trying to find a way out of this.
He notices me. He asks if I'm okay. I mutter something incoherent out of nerves. He smiles, sensing I'm nervous and tries to comfort me.
"Don't worry, it's not so bad." He says. (FUCKIN EASY FOR U TO SAY BITCJJSKWKS)
This absolute sweetheart is trying his best to comfort and reassure me as I'm silently losing my shit both from the dread of the tickle machines and the excitement of my crush sitting so close to me.
He offers me a hug. I lean in, before panicking and backing out.
"Why?" He asks in the sweetest fuckin tone.
"My hands are cold." I reply. (Don't ask, idfk😭)
He laughs, hugging me anyway. I'm in heaven.
He has his arm around me the whole time after that; his thumb caressing my shoulder. And then, I'm the only one in class who hasn't had a turn. The teacher calls my name. Chance takes my hand, giving it a squeeze, flashing me a sweet smile.
-Amir I'm coming for you~ 50/50 switch overall, and he is not ashamed that he loves both tickling and being tickled himself. For his worst spots, I'm thinking maybe his sides and feet? He can NOT handle tickles on his feet, he'll practically die (/exaggerating). The objects that target him the most are Volt, Barry, Johnny, Jean Loo, Tyrell, and I'm willing to bet Ben Hwa and Abel too. Cleaning the mirrors can be a rather ticklish process for him! Especially on the sides of the mirror. Barry usually gets him whenever Amir agrees to a pedicure day (dw Amir gets revenge). He doesn't really speak much, he mostly giggles, though he will say stuff like "wait!" before one of his worst spots are targeted.
-A rather kind and caring ler, always complimenting his lee and even giggling with them (especially if their laugh is contagious!). He frequently targets Jean Loo, Johnny, Hector, Barry, and Daisuke. He's fond of nuzzling into spots if close enough to the lee, and holding the lee in their lap (yes, even Volt, who's a bean pole). Absolutely GODLY at comfort tickles. With Hector, whenever he's feeling bad about himself, he goes to Amir, who holds him and tickles him meanwhile telling him all the good things about himself.
-Lady Memoria is a complete and total ler and she KNOWS it. She's not ticklish at all, others have tried 😭 Her most frequent targets are Parker, Cam, Artt, Doug, and Hector. Whenever she's bored, she goes up to Cam and snatches him to take him back to the attic and wreck the poor man. She loves gloominess, yes, but Hector could lighten up on himself sometimes in her opinion 😒 so what better way to make him than tickles? She loves sneaking up on the others and just scritching upppppp and downnnnn their sides with her evil talons (nails), watching them wiggle around and try not to crumble. Teases like calling the lee cute, mentioning how loud the lee reacts to certain spots, etc...are her go to.
-Hector is mostly lee-leaning. And he's a walking tickle spot, though his worst areas are his tummy, knees, and armpits. Getting either spot is a fast way to make him shriek and giggle. Gently kneading his belly, teasing the backs of his knees, and gently scritching circles around his armpits get him SO BAD. Hector's neck is a good melty spot too, no wonder he tries to hide it so much. Stutters A LOT when he's giggly, but he never actually protests. Mans gets targeted by EVERYONE.
-As a ler, he's pretty shy at first but once he gets into it, he gets more confident. Amir, Barry, Jean Loo, and Johnny are his frequent targets, but he also gets Mateo sometimes. Prefers to build up to the lee's worst spot, and often times he'll skip going to the worst spot at all and just sticks with a more mid-level spot.
-List Anon (I've finally brought food :3)
HOORAY! THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!
Per usual, I will put my rambles under the cut 👀
YESSSS! Get him! I can totally see Amir as someone who tries to hold back his giggles but fails miserably. He’ll have a clear wobbly smile, snickers spilling out, and his hands covering his mouth, though it’s not stopping any of the sound. For instance, using your example with Barry 👀 Barry will be giving Amir a pedicure (knowing full well the man is ticklish) and will still ask, “Amir, does this tickle? I’m barely touching you.” Amir will respond, “N-No!” but is very clearly giggling and covering his face throughout the whole process.
Omg yes, he would absolutely win the trophy for best compliments when tickling someone, even if the compliments are used as a tease. AND of course comfort tickles. Amir: “You need to shine bright! So how about we start with getting a bright smile!”
Oh Cam is so COOKED when Lady Memoria is around. I loveeee the headcanon that yes, while Lady Memoria is dark and mysterious, she doesn’t like others around her to have a gloomy mood, so beware, for cheer up tickles are imminent! You are so right that sneaking up on others and targeting their sides would be her specialty. She’ll float so silently behind them they won’t know what hit them.
Also, call me biased for throwing the ticklish card on every character, but I think Lady Memoria would be a liiiitle bit ticklish lol. Not super ticklish, but giving her a taste of her own medicine at her sides will make her let out some soft giggles. Whoever does so better be prepared for her getting revenge though.
HECTORRRR! YES! Give this boy the extremely ticklish card, stat. The idea that he stutters is SO CUTE. He would. And not just like one or two stutters, but stutters like he’s a broken record player (unrelated to you Rainey, sorry for the comparison 😭Lol) Hector: “W-W-W-W-W-W-Wahahahait! N-n-n-not there!” he’ll say right before melting into laughter.
I am SO supportive of Hector getting more confident while he’s simply playing or tickling others. You are so right that he would be shy at first, but I can totally see him even, dare I say, teasing someone depending on how confident he gets. He might get flustered after he says it (ironic because the person he’s teasing is supposed to be flustered, not him), but he did it! Bonus points if Hector is tag teaming with someone and his teammate cheers him on to keep laying on the teases.
From now on, I will also be featuring slightly spicy tword art on this account. Not only do I feel drawing spicy art will help me grow as an artist, but also allow me to fully express myself. If spice makes you uncomfortable, feel free to unfollow. No hard feelings. <3
HOWEVER spicy art will ALWAYS be tagged as #NSFW so if you’d like to stick around with only sfw art pls block that tag.
I have a spicy piece ready for Christmas, so stay tuned ;)
semi unrelated pic but yeah Sylvia will be a prominent character for both SFW and NSFW pieces
Author’s note: I think this might be the fastest I’ve ever written a fic before that wasn’t on a set deadline, but the potential for silliness between these three was RIGHT THERE! How could I not? This fic is of course based on Urbain mispronouncing Canari’s name and Naveen saying, “For the last time, her name is Canari…” and thus inspiration struck! I hope you enjoy!
Series: Pokemon Z-A
Characters: Urbain, Naveen, Lida
Word count: 1,765
Summary: Urbain is teasing Naveen again about Canari’s name, but this time, Naveen has had it! It’s time to throw down against his team leader, silly style!
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Naveen has nearly reached his breaking point with Urbain’s mischief lately. For the past few days, Urbain has really been pushing his buttons when it comes to Naveen’s favorite streamer, Canari. Or, as Urbain the sneaky trainer wants to call her, “Canary,” “Ca-gnarly,” “Canonically” (How does that one even make any sense???), or other purposeful mispronunciations that Naveen has dealt with.
Now, it’s even getting to the point where Naveen can’t watch one of Canari’s streams without Urbain’s mispronunciations getting stuck in his head, which ALMOST causes Naveen himself to mispronounce her name (the horror).
But Naveen is supposed to be the cool, calm, and reserved member of Team MZ. He can’t let Urbain win by letting simple teases get to him. He can handle this.
“Hey hey, Team MZ!” Urbain enters the building and walks towards the sitting area of Hotel Z where his friends are. “What have you two been up to?”
“Hey! Welcome back, Urbain,” Lida greets while wearing earmuff-shaped headphones off one of her ears. “Take a seat! We’re just chilling. I’m listening to music while Naveen is watching an archive of Canari’s stream and doing a sewing project.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Urbain smiles and plops into the arm chair next to Naveen. His eyes catch a glance of the colorful yellow and blue fabrics Naveen is tinkering with. “Ooh, that looks cool, Naveen! What are you working on?”
“I’m trying to make an outfit for Scrafty that’s inspired by Canari’s style and color palette,” Naveen replies. “This is what I have so far.” He holds up the sewn pieces to the start of a pokemon-sized jacket.
“Oh, cool! That’s great that you’re showing off your fan representation to Canary!” Urbain says casually and leans back on the arm of the chair. Naveen stops in his tracks; his muscles tense. As slick as Urbain tried to be, Naveen definitely heard Urbain slipping in that mispronunciation of Canari’s name loud and clear.
Naveen exhales, trying to keep his head on straight. Their pink-haired leader has already started scrolling on his floating Rotom phone.
“Her name is Canari.” Naveen shakes his head. “But I appreciate your compliment nonetheless.”
“That’s what I said, Ca-gnarly,” Urbain responds, not even looking away from his phone.
That gets a reaction out of Naveen. His fists clench and his eyes narrow towards his team leader.
He shouldn’t feed into Urbain’s tactics, he really shouldn’t, but he can’t resist the urge. “Are you doing this on purpose?” Naveen interrogates, his voice laced with annoyance and his glare piercing.
“Oh boy… Not this again,” Lida slides the other headphone cup over her ear and closes her eyes to try and drown out the potential argument that’s about to begin.
“Doing what? I’m not doing anything,” Urbain shrugs, but Naveen knows fully well that Urbain is trying to mess with him.
Naveen huffs through his nose. He takes a deep breath to keep his bubbling frustration under control. “Fine,” he exhales. “I should have expected that answer. It’s not worth the fight.”
“What fight? All I said was it’s cool that you’re designing an outfit based on your streamer, Canopy,” Urbain reveals a smug smirk towards Naveen after his sentence, proving his clear, sinister intentions.
A fuse pops in Naveen. The restraint he told himself to keep disintegrates in an instant. His eye twitches and his face contorts into a snarl.
“That’s it!” he shouts. He throws his stuff to the side of the chair and lunges at Urbain like a pikachu using volt tackle.
“Wha-AHA!” Urbain screams not only from the shock of Naveen slamming him deeper into the cushions, but also from the surprise of Naveen clawing his hands into his sides. Urbain breaks out cackling, “Wahahahait! Nahahaveen! I’m ticklish!!!” His smile blasts in full force and he kicks out his legs. Fortunately for Urbain, Naveen is not the type of person to tear him to shreds, but tickling him into pieces? Now that’s a different story.
Lida quickly pulls her headphones down when she hears Urbain yell through her music, but she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that neither of them are hurt. She slips half of her headphones back on and leans in her seat as the play-fight continues.
Naveen replies to his giggling teammate with sarcasm dripping from each word. “You? Ticklish? Really? I had no idea,” he ends his claim with a smile tugging at his lips.
“Ohohoho, yehehehes yohohohou did!” Urbain replies, knowing very well that his friend had knowledge of his ticklishness from before. Urbain shoves a hand at Naveen’s chest, his enjoyment showing in his giggles, “Gehehehet off mehehehe!”
The pink-haired leader wiggles to the side. His top half falls off the chair, causing him to hang upside-down as Naveen is granted access to his ribs and belly. Urbain squeals and squeezes his arms to his sides as his giggles soar into the air, almost like he’s extra giggly from being flipped around.
Naveen shows him no mercy. “Absolutely not! You’ve been lucky that I’ve been patient with you for this long, but this? This is the last straw! I’ve told you before, no one messes with Canari!”
“I thohohohought yohohou were juhuhuhuhust kidding about thahahahat!”
“I don’t ‘kid’ about matters when it comes to Canari!” Naveen claws a hand at Urbain’s stomach. Urbain jolts along with his laughter. He attempts to curl himself forward and latch onto Naveen’s wrist, but gravity in his upside-down state works against him. The movement of Urbain kicking his legs eventually slides himself all the way down to the floor to lie horizontal, but that doesn’t stop Naveen from following him down to the ground to continue his vengeance.
“I see that nohohohow!” Urbain rolls to his side, reaching a hand out to his other teammate. “Lidahahaha! Hehehelp mehehehe!” Urbain suddenly shouts through his laughter and bursts into more bundles of giggles when Naveen slips a hand under his shirt to target his side, causing Urbain to roll flat on his back again.
Urbain’s yelp does worry Lida for a second. “Naveen, take it easy on him!” Lida says, “You’re going to make him pass out like he was hit by an attack from a wild pokemon.”
Naveen shakes his head. “No way. You and I both know that he deserves this. How about all those times he changed the music during your dance practice, or when you were cleaning, just because he wanted to mess with you! This has been a long time coming,” Naveen replies. Hearing Lida’s concern though, Naveen does look over Urbain to check up on him, but Urbain’s big giggly smile and boisterous bouts of energy, that indicate he’s having fun, lets Naveen know that it’s okay to continue.
The team leader flails and playfully shoves at Naveen and his hands. “Lidahahaha! Dohohon’t listen to hehehehe-him!”
Lida contemplates Naveen’s argument. Her eyes narrow at Urbain the more she thinks about it. “You know what? Nah, you make a really good point, Naveen. Wreck him.”
Naveen shows a mischievous grin. “With pleasure!”
“Nohohoho, Lidahahaha! Ehehehehahaha!” Urbain throws his head back when Naveen takes the opportunity to slip his hands out of his shirt and launch towards Urbain’s ribs, scratching at the top of the ticklish bones. “Naveheheheheen! Thahahahat reheheheally tickles!”
Naveen rolls his eyes. “Obviously it tickles. But I’ll make you a deal. Say Canari’s name right and then I’ll let you go.”
“Ohohohokay! Her nahahahame is Cahahaha-Cannoli!” Urbain exclaims. Naveen gasps. He could just hear the mischief in Urbain’s answer, even past his laughter.
Naveen’s face contorts into another snarl with a growl paired with his words. “That doesn’t even sound remotely close! You asked for it!”
Mavering past Urbain’s shoving, Naveen slips his hands upwards and scribbles into his team leader’s underarms. A screech as loud as a Noivern emanates from Urbain, followed by a boomburst of laughter from the pink-haired team leader.
“Say it Urbain!” Naveen exclaims with a smile curving on his face, “Right, this time.”
Urbain considers for a split second to continue messing with his friend, but the playful digs at his most ticklish spot makes him rethink that option. “Ohohohokay! Okahahay! CANARI! Her nahahame is Canari! I’m sohohohorryyyyy!” Urbain even puts his hands in front of his chest to surrender. With that, Naveen immediately stops tickling him and moves his hands out of his friend’s armpits.
Urbain pulls his arms in close, still with a giddy smile on his face and still giggling from the residue tingle of tickles across his torso. He takes in a few more breaths of air before he speaks.
“Phew,” the leader exhales with another giggle following. He places a hand on his rising and falling belly. “You got me good.”
Naveen puts his hands on his knees. He shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, well, you deserved it, you know.”
“Hehe. I guess I have been laying the teases on about Canari pretty thick recently, huh?” Urbain admits.
Lida chimes in from her seat, grinning. “You could say that.”
Urbain sits himself up and leans back on his arms. He harks out a laugh, “Ha! Well that just means I have to increase my daily amount of teases in order to get you two back for this!”
Naveen shows a smirk. “Do that and I’ll just have to return the favor with double- No, triple the tickling,” he ends by wiggling his fingers in the air in Urbain’s direction.
“Yeah! And maybe next time I’ll just have to join in too,” Lida adds, scooting near the edge of her seat like she was about to leap for her team leader.
Urbain chuckles and already hugs his arms in close for defense. “Okay, okay. I’ll tone it down,” he concedes. “Buuut, I can’t promise I’ll stop completely. Someone on the team has got to bring the levity once in a while to boost team morale, right?” he grins.
Naveen sighs, but he’ll take it. “Whatever you say, Urbain,” Naveen slowly face palms, but at the corner of his mouth, there’s a small smile that curls up on his lips. The compromise is better than being bombarded with teases every time he walks in the room; although, if Urbain’s constant teasing brings about little instances of joy in their day, like in their silly tickle fight, Naveen can’t say that he minds the teasing all that much (But it is his duty as a fan to protect Canari’s name, so Urbain better watch out!).
The player is cleaning the bathroom mirror one day and they happen to have the dateviators on. They notice that every now and again, Amir himself will squeak or squirm.
And thats when they realize that Amir is in fact, tickled by the mirror getting cleaned, and then they just wreck him right then and there.
Listen I just KNOW that Amir would be the cutest lee ever and I think that his sides or belly would be his worst spot
-List anon
GENIUS! You know the cartoon squeak sound effect when like glass or some kind of shiny surface is cleaned off? I can imagine that’s the squeak Amir makes and it is adorable with a capital A.
Player: Amir, don’t move! There’s a little water spot riiiight here that I just have to clean.
(Meanwhile Amir is just wriggling and giggling. He’s probably the type of person who would slap his hands to his mouth and giggle through his fingers).
Gaaah! You’re right that he would be so cute as a lee! He wouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed but he would definitely be flustered. Oh, and compliments about his blush would make him blush even more I bet 👀 If he gets to shower us with compliments in-game, then it’s only fair that we get to fawn over how adorable he is as well 💕
or, you try the "kissing your partner and running away right after" prank on eddie & volt. (Spoiler: it backfires!)
a/n: my brain is COOKED y'all but here ya go! <3
relationship: eddie x volt x gender-neutral! reader (romantic)
cws: none!
word count: 0.9k words! [read on ao3!]
It’s far too easy to plan your attack.
You almost give yourself away with the laughter that threatens to leave your body, but you manage to keep it under control.
You watch Volt greet a few guests with his usual bravado before your gaze settles on Eddie, who’s distracted with the sudden influx of objects in the bar.
For the first time in a long time, you’re able to sneak into the Breaker Box completely undetected.
Perfect!
Maybe it’s a bad idea to pull such a stunt with a full house, but then again, it’s the ideal setting for your shenanigans.
One little kiss never hurt anyone, right? And you won’t be distracting them for long - you’ll make your escape soon after!
Besides, your lovers look so stressed. Eddie has permanent lines on his forehead as he rushes around the bar area, and Volt’s shoulders slump forward ever-so-slightly as another household object approaches him.
They could use a little sweetness in their lives.
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“What can I get you?” Eddie sounds dull and uninterested as he mixes a mojito in front of you.
You place your chin in your hand as you watch Eddie work. He’s unaware of your presence, and you almost feel bad for breaking his concentration.
Almost.
“Water’s fine.”
His head snaps up at the sound of your voice.
“Shit, live wire, when did you-”
“-I snuck in,” A teasing smile appears on your lips, “don’t feel bad about missing me in the crowd.”
“So you’re trying to avoid us?” Eddie puts a sprig of mint on the mojito as a garnish before pulling another glass from the bar back.
“Maybe.” You playfully respond. “What’s with the crowd?”
“You didn’t bring them with you?” He jokes.
“Very funny, Eddie.” You hum after taking a sip of water. “You need a hand?”
“We’ll manage.” Eddie goes to deliver the drink to another patron, but you reach over and intertwine your fingers with his before he can leave. “What are you-”
“One last thing.” You grin before leaning over the bar top.
You press a sweet kiss to his lips before you release his hand from your grasp.
“See ya!” You hop off of the bar stool and dash away before he has any time to respond.
One down, one to go!
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You’ve never been able to sneak up on Volt before. He’s always spotted you first, and he seems to pride himself on the fact that he could pick you out of a crowd in an instant.
Today, however, you manage to get the jump on him.
“Excuse me?”
A light tap to Volt’s shoulder alerts him to your presence.
“How may I-” The host-like smile transforms into a genuine one when Volt recognizes you, “live wire!”
“Volt!” You yell as he pulls you into his embrace.
How am I going to get out of this one?
“You must have a sixth sense, my sweet spark,” Volt winks as he brings one of your hands to his lips, “I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh really? What were you-”
You’re cut off by Tony’s booming voice.
“Volt! Over here!”
Here’s your opening!
“My apologies,” Volt kisses your hand once more before letting go of you, “duty calls. Please stay until after the show, and Eddie and I will give you our undivided attention.”
“Wait, before you go,” You raise your eyebrows, “I wanted to give you something.”
“A gift? Little wire, I assure you that’s unneccessary-”
Your hand lands on Volt’s cheek before you kiss him. His hands hover over your waist, in an attempt to hold you; however, you push yourself away from him before he has the chance to touch you.
You wink at Volt before allowing the crowd to swallow you whole.
Just as I planned! This won’t backfire at all!
~
“Get off of me!”
You dissolve into a fit of laughter as Volt keeps you pinned to the bed.
“You were so desperate for our attention before, and now you don’t want us?” Volt clicks his tongue in pretend disappointment. “How cruel, live wire.”
“I didn’t say-” A sharp squeal comes out of your mouth as Volt kisses a sensitive part of your stomach. “Hey!”
“Would you like me to stop, spark?”
“No!” Your needy hands grab onto Volt’s shoulders, and he chuckles at your antics.
“As you wish.” Volt flashes you a brilliant grin before he peppers kisses up and down your bare stomach.
“Eeeek!”
You throw your head back as your laughter bounces off of the walls of Volt and Eddie’s bedroom. Tears appear in the corner of your eyes, but they’re wiped away before you can blink.
“Eddie-”
“-don’t look at me. You did this to yourself.” A tiny smile appears on his face after you scrunch his nose at him. “Cute. You’re still not getting out of this.”
“It was worth a shot,” You breathlessly respond as Volt’s hands work to massage your hips, “Volt, please, my stomach hurts from laughing so much.”
“What do you think, Eddie? Has our darling spark learned their lesson yet?” Volt asks Eddie, who brushes a few strands of hair out of your face so he can look you in the eyes.
You think you’ve weaseled your way out of your “punishment” when Eddie softly kisses you. Unfortunately, your hopes and dreams are crushed when he pulls away from you with a smirk on his face.
“Nope.”
A single word seals your fate, and your protests die on your tongue as Volt launches another barrage of kisses and soft touches on your abdomen. Eddie’s hands linger on your wrists, to keep you in place, but he can’t resist the urge to press kisses to your hands and face as well.
This wasn’t the intended result of your initial plan; however, you did manage to get your lovers to relax for the night.
Original request (from anon): While I haven’t played Date Everything myself, I have gotten into DND this year and loved your Chance x Reader fic! All of the checks and attacks made it so fun to read! So for Day 22, what if another brainstorming session turned into a role played tickle fight with dice rolls, but it’s for a spooky, Halloween campaign? As someone who sent in requests anonymously last Tickletober, I can’t wait to see what you come with! Keep up the good work! : )
Author’s note: I had to go with the classic setting of a spooky forest adventure for this one! 👀 I hope you enjoy Day 22 of Tickletober: Lie, Campfire Stories / Story Time, and Roleplay from August’s list, mine and Glady’s list, and Nym’s Tickleween list!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Chance and Reader
Word count: 1,710
Summary: You help Chance out with a test run of his new campaign, but things take a silly turn in the story when you cause some giggle-loving ‘ghouls’ to appear.
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“You’ve heard legends, tales, campfire stories of this haunted forest, but have never once stepped foot inside. Screams that rattle the branches, trees that sap the very life essence from a traveler, and maniacal laughter that rumbles beneath the canopy. That’s just the start of it, or so the stories say.
“But you as an Enchanter must travel this path in order to get to your destination. The King of the O’-lanterns awaits your arrival,” Chance ends his monologue with a smile. His campaign is still in the works, but you, as an avid lover of the roleplaying game G&G and (of course) of Chance, offered to do a test run with the D20. Both of you sit across from each other on the floor. “How was that so far?” he asks.
“It’s great! I’m already invested,” you smile.
“Hehe, thanks.” Chance returns to his GM mode, “So then, what shall you do?”
“Hmm, do I know of any secret paths through the forest?”
“Roll me an intelligence check to see if you remember any other details from the legends.”
You pick up your red D20 and toss it on the ground. You wait for the roll. “Fifteen.”
“Yes. You do remember one secret pathway that was described. Two pitch black and dried trees that curve together, like two hooks crossed over the other, is the start of the path. But you don’t remember if it was a safer route, or said to be more dangerous.”
“I think I’ll risk it. I head into the forest to find those trees!” you point forward.
Chance chuckles at your enthusiasm. “And you do. Once you step foot in the forest, your boots crackling on the leaves, you feel a rush of cold air encircle you,” Chance waves his arms to further set the scene. “The wind almost growls and the trees, though you know are not moving, appear as if they’re lurching forward,” Chance also lurches himself forward to loom over you, his hands curled like the crackling limbs of the trees.
You break character to giggle, and you see Chance smiling too. “The branches appear like claws, and you hear a gurgling growl in the wind. ‘Graaaaw!’” Chance makes a beast-like sound. The aspect of playfulness gets to him and he growls again, only encouraged to continue when he hears you chuckle.
“Graaaw! Rrraw!” he inches closer to you. “Grra-Aha! Hey!” Chance pulls back and giggles when you steal a quick tickle to his ribs. He smiles at you, his arms squeezed to his sides, “No tickling the GM while he’s GMing! It’s distracting.”
“You were scaring me!” you joke. “I had to defend myself from the evil trees.”
“Oho, but the trees shouldn’t be what you’re worried about,” the D20 grins. “Just for that, roll me a perception check.”
You chuckle and roll the die. You hiss through your teeth when you see the number. “Uh oh. Three.”
Chance grins, cooking up a scenario just for this outcome. “As you continue traveling into the forest, you don’t notice a pile of leaves with a faint blue glow beneath it. You step right into this pile and suddenly a blue ball of energy pops out! It swirls around you, observing you for a moment before it latches onto your side!” Chance launches his hand forward and squeezes your side. You yelp and clamp your hands onto his wrist, already giggling from his fingers scribbling into your side.
“Ohohoho nohohoho!” you giggle.
“Then another ball of energy appears and grabs your arm!” Chance gently pulls one of your arms from your side and holds it near your head, only allowing you one arm to shield yourself. Your bubbly giggles pour from your lips and you kick your heels at the floor, though you're careful not to kick Chance in your gleeful state.
“I sahahay out loud, ‘Whahat’s going ohohon?’”
“You can hear the balls of energy giggling along with you, almost childlike in their enthusiasm. While you're distracted with the two orbs, a third one comes and scratches at your belly!” Chance releases your arm and uses a clawed hand to add to his tickle attack at your tummy. You squeak and latch onto his wrist again, your giggles increasing when his other hand scribbles at your ribs.
“I dohohon’t get to rohoholl an insight chehehehck?”
“It’s hard to gain any insight while you’re being tickled,” Chance smiles, enjoying the sound of your adorable laugh. “But, I will say that with your experience as an Enchanter and your knowledge of ghost orbs, you know that these balls of energy aren’t doing this to harm you. They’re just playing!”
You lean to the side, holding on to Chance’s arms so you don’t topple over. “Thahat’s a relief! ‘Shohohohow yohohohourselves, ghohohosts!’” you giggle in character.
Chance stills his hands to allow you a break, but he also keeps his fingers hovering near your ticklish spots. “Alright, roll me a persuasion check,” he says grinning.
You continue to giggle simply from the closeness of his hands and pick up the red D20. You roll it and await the number. “Seventeen. Seventeen!” you put your hands up in defense with a giddy smile on your face.
Chance nods with a chuckle and moves his hands away. He continues with his story, “As you say this, the blue orbs release you from their tickly hold. You watch as these balls of energy then morph into three little, floating creatures. Their bodies are like dough balls, with little nubs for arms and legs and tiny claws at the end of them.”
“‘So you three are the culprits,’” you say as your enchanter character.
Chance changes his voice to a higher pitch to act as the ghost creature, “‘Guilty as charged!’” Chance points at himself. He shifts the sound of his voice a tad with each name he says, “‘I’m Squiggle. I’m Wiggle. And I’m Pickles.’”
You snicker at the choice of names. Chance playfully shoves at your shoulder, blushing and giggling. “Hey! Give me a break, I had to come up with names on the fly!” He regains his composure and continues with the story, “‘Welcome to the Haunted Forest!’”
“‘Oh, so you know this forest? Do you know of two darkened trees that are hooked together as the entrance of a secret pathway?’”
“One of the ghosts shake their head, ‘Sorry, but that knowledge is strictly forbidden to share.’”
“Oh, is it now? Well, how about we play a game that’ll persuade you to share that information,” you smirk and wiggle your fingers at Chance. As you lean forward, Chance’s face turns a shade of pink and he falls back on his arm, putting a hand up as a shield.
“W-Wait! The, uh, the ghosts aren’t ticklish! Sorry!”
“That is a blatant lie, and you know it!” you exclaim. “Roll me a persuasion check!”
“For what? The ghosts?!”
“No, for you!”
“WHA- Me?! But I’m the GM!” Chance argues.
“Roll it, Chance!” you grin.
Chance stifles a chuckle. He complies and rolls the die across the floor. He sees the number. You watch him tense. He turns to you with a nervous giggle lacing his voice, “Uh… hehe… Two.”
That’s all you needed to hear before you pounce at Chance and tackle him to the floor. You dive your hands at his belly, going straight for a spot that makes him break out into cheerful laughter. He throws his arms across his chest and tries to shove at your hands.
“Oh, so the ghosts are ticklish!” you mention. “Which one am I tickling? Or am I tickling all three of them at once?”
“Yohohohou- I- Hehehehe!” Chance can barely get his thoughts together. “Ahahahall threehehehe!!!”
“Perfect. So I scoop up all the little creatures in one arm and scribble at different spots. I tickle Squiggles at their tummy, Wiggles at their ribs,” you pause to crawl one of your hands to Chance’s ribs, making the D20 lurch to the side. “And Pickles at their side,” you move the hand previously scratching at Chance’s belly to squeeze at his side. You alternate between these three spots, earning an abundance of bubbly laughter from Chance with a few snorts mixed in that cause his blush to rise.
“‘I dihihihidn’t think thahahat our own game wohohould be used against us!’” Chance giggles as one of the ghosts, attempting to make his voice higher pitch to match the character, but he loses the voice halfway through as it’s drowned out by his laughter.
“So little ghosts, are you going to tell me where the secret path is?”
“Rohohoholl a persuasion cheheheheck!”
“Really? After all the persuasion I’m doing, I have to roll for it?” you smile.
“That’s better,” you pull your hands away. As Chance catches his breath, you roll the die. The first roll is a sixteen. The second is a nineteen, so you take the higher of the two. “Nineteen.”
Winded, Chance says in the best half high-pitched voice he can currently perform, “‘Hehe. Yes, we’ll tell you where the secret path is.’”
You pick up Chance’s arm and help him to a sitting position. “Thanks,” he says before getting back into the story. “‘You’ve bested us. We’ll show you where the path is.’ And they do, leading you to the hooked trees. It’s an unlikely friendship, but these three little ghosts seem to be attached to you and join you as your companions.”
When Chance finishes his story, he smiles. “Well, I was expecting to test out a battle mechanic with some enemy ghosts, but I can only blame myself for starting a sillier fight. This does give me an idea for adding three little ghosts as companions later down the forest though. Minus the tickling, hehe.”
“Glad, I could help with the brainstorming,” you reply, happy to see Chance excited about the possibilities of his story. “Now let’s go back and run through that ghost fight you had planned.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Chance agrees.
Soon after, you and Chance reset the campaign back to square one to test out what was originally intended. Although, your sudden tickle fight did prove one thing: Anything can happen in G&G!
Original request (from @majorheelturn): Sneak / “I’m not ticklish” / Baking — Date Everything, Dorian/your choice (my friend & I have a ship with him & Amir but Dorian plays well with EVERYONE 🥰)
Author’s note: Doriaaaan! This was a fun one pairing these characters together! I hope you enjoy Day 5 of Tickletober: Sneak, “I’m not ticklish,” and Baking from August’s Tickletober list, mine and Gladys’ list!, and Nym's Tickleween list!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Dorian, Amir, Betty, (and a cameo of Maggie)
Word count: 1,894
Summary: Dorian doesn’t understand that he needs to relax, but, fortunately, Amir and Betty discovered a new fact about the personification of the door that they can use to ease his usually tense expression.
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It’s hard to do a job when two people are staring holes through you like termites boring through a wooden door—and right now Dorian has two “termites.” of his own. Dorian is unfazed by a lot of things, but it’s impossible for him not to notice Amir and Betty whispering to each other in the corner and glancing at him while he stands his post at the bedroom door.
Dorian grumbles, his patience finally breaking. “How long are you two going to keep staring at me for?” he acknowledges them.
Amir and Betty suddenly stop their quiet conversation, like someone had pushed the pause button on them.
Amir responds first. “I am sorry Dorian, but we could not help but notice how tense you look right now.”
“Yeah, we know it’s part of your position to be on the lookout, but stiff muscles that never get rest can’t be good for you. Why don’t you relax for a little bit?” Betty adds.
“I’m fine, but I appreciate the concern,” is all Dorian says in response.
Amir rolls his eyes. “Yes yes, we know you’re fine, but wouldn’t it be great to smile more? A smile shouldn’t be rare! It should be always shining, as bright as the sun itself reflecting off a mirror!”
Betty responds, “What Amir is trying to say is that you look so tense all the time, so it would be nice to see you smile and loosen up a little more.”
“Exactly!” Amir agrees. “I mean, look at you right now. “Your face is all stiff and serious. It’s a problem we need to address.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dorian replies. “This is how I always look.”
Amir exasperates a sigh. “Here, let me show you what I mean.” Amir goes over to the door, takes Dorian’s arm, and pulls him towards the other side of the bedroom. Dorian grumbles as he’s escorted from his post and positioned in front of the mirror. Within the reflection, he can see himself, Amir standing with him on one side, and Betty moving closer to join him on the other side.
Amir gestures towards the mirror, more specifically the reflection of Dorian’s gruff-looking face. “You see, Dorian? You are too serious!” Amir looks over at his friend, “You see it too, right Betty?”
The pink-haired woman nods. “I do see it. You have to admit, Dorian, it’s great that you’re always standing guard around the house, but sometimes you need to relax too, you know?”
“What’s wrong with the way I look?” Dorian glares, specifically at Amir.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Amir answers. “Betty and I just think that a smile would look great on you. That way you won't look so tense anymore, eh?” Amir gives Dorian a playful jab in his side to punctuate his sentence. Surprising, Dorian flinches and sucks in a breath of air. He latches onto Amir’s hand and quickly pulls it away from his side.
“Yeah, I get it,” Dorian releases Amir’s wrist. “But like I said before, I’m fine.”
Amir only half-processes Dorian’s words as he blinks at him; he’s still hung up on the fact that Dorian basically jumped when he jabbed him. At first, Amir thought that he may have just surprised him, but then he realized… Was that a hint of a smile he saw?
Amir and Betty both look at each other. Betty’s look of amusement indicates that she also noticed, and was thinking, the same thing. Amir can’t help but smirk.
“Could it be…?” he finally responds. “Could it be that the stoic Dorian is a little ticklish?”
Dorian rolls his eyes with a grumble. “I’m not ticklish. Simple answer as that. Now, I appreciate you both trying to help, but I have a job to do.” Dorian walks off, then heads downstairs to change his post.
When he leaves, Amir and Betty glance at each other, both of their minds cooking up a scheme.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Betty?” Amir smiles.
Betty returns a smile. “Oh, you bet I am.”
***
“So picture this! A crime has just occurred in a bakery and the criminal has hidden the evidence in a baked good—like a cake, or a pie, or something like that! So my question is this: judging by the facts of the case, what sweet treat would the criminal most likely hide the evidence in?”
Dorian shakes his head at the riddle. He has his arms crossed as he responds to Maggie the magnifying glass’ question.
“So you want to know what type of food item a criminal could get away with using? Why don’t you talk to Mitchell about this?”
“Because this is less about the actual food and more so on the inconspicuous properties of the food!” Maggie clarifies. “If someone came into the house with a bakery item as a gift, what would look the least conspicuous? Hmm, cake? It could be cake…” Maggie thinks out loud.
As she speaks, Maggie sees Amir and Betty peek out and then appear from behind the living room wall. They slowly tip-toe their way towards Dorian.
Dorian notices that Maggie’s eyes briefly glanced at something past him. “I guess I would have to think about that one,” Dorian is about to turn his head around, but Maggie quickly pulls back his attention as she yells out,
“WAIT! I've had an epiphany! What if it’s the flavor of cake that makes it less conspicuous. Hmm, let’s see here… There’s chocolate, strawberry, vanilla…”
Dorian replies, sighing, “Maggie, I don’t think the flavor of cake makes any differ–ENCE!” He yelps in the middle of talking from Amir and Betty sneaking up on him and driving their fingers into his torso. “Gahack!” Dorian coughs out a few giggles as his body slowly reacts to the realization that he’s being tickled.
“What are you dohohoing?” Dorian keeps himself standing in place while he pulls in his limbs a little closer to himself.
“Aha! I knew it! I knew you were ticklish!” Amir exclaims with glee as he drums his fingers along Dorian’s side. “You can’t keep a good secret like that from us!”
“And now that the secret is out, we can see that smile we’ve been wanting to see! The giggles are an added bonus,” Betty mentions as she holds on to one of his arms while her other hand scratches at his ribs.
“I wahahas hoping yohohou would forget!” Dorian starts to squirm a little the more the tickling continues.
“A chance to make our friend smile? We couldn’t forget a thing like that! We even had Maggie help us with a distraction.” Betty smiles in the direction of the magnifying glass, “Thanks Maggie for your help.”
“Hehe, no problem,” Maggie beams.
“Maggie?! Yohohou were in on it toohohohoo?” Dorian wraps his arms around his torso as he can feel in his belly the boiling pot of laughter starting to make an appearance.
“Well, when Amir and Betty came to me with a rumor that you might be ticklish, I just had to see the evidence for myself,” Maggie says. “Now I have, so it looks like this case is open and shut.”
“Do you want to give us a hand, Maggie?” Betty asks. “I bet Dorian has plenty of tickle spots to go around.”
“I do nohohohot!” Dorian protests as his body tries to curl inward on itself, nearly causing him to fall backwards to the floor, but he’s trying to keep somewhat of his stoic image by keeping himself standing.
Amir explores further up his sides. “Lying is not a good look on you, my friend. We’re just going to find out about your so-called ticklish spots eventually,” Amir grins, especially when he sees Dorian tightening his arms to himself when Amir reaches his underarms.
Maggie chuckles. “Thanks for the offer, Betty, but you two have your fun with it.” Maggie is about to leave but she stops herself. “Since you said Dorian flinched when you poked his side, try around there. He must be super ticklish there if he couldn’t contain his reaction just from a poke.”
“Mahahahaggie!” Dorian yells.
“We’re on the case, Maggie!” Amir grins.
“Okay, bye! Have fun you three! Let me know how it goes later!” Maggie speeds out of there before she can get herself in any more trouble with Dorian.
“Mahahahaggie wait!” Dorian calls out to her before he has to quickly shift his attention back to his two attackers that have just been given a major tip. “Dohohon’t you even think–AHA!” Dorian jolts when Amir tests a squeeze right above his hip. When the mirror hones in on the spot, Dorian immediately falls to his knees.
“And down he goes!” Amir cheers and pounces on top of Dorian to knock him onto his stomach. Amir lies sideways across Dorian’s back.
“Amir!” Dorian pushes half of his body up on his arms. “Get off–mehehehe!” Dorian snickers as Amir scribbles into his side again. Dorian wobbles on his arms before completely crashing to the floor and releasing goofy bouts of laughter.
“I’ve got him pinned Betty! Get his other side!” Amir exclaims
“You got it, Amir,” Betty kneels down and skitters her fingers across Dorian’s side and his back, like she was giving him a tickly massage to loosen the ‘down to business’ tension he always has. She also focuses on the spot right above his hips that made him crumble. Dorian bounces with booming belly laughs and slams his fist to the floor. When he makes a singular, higher pitched cackle amidst his continuous stream of “Hahaha”s, Dorian bumps his forehead into the floor, trying to hide away from the sound he just made. He knows it won’t be long before his two friends will make a comment.
“My goodness,” Amir starts, “I’ve heard of squeaky doors before, but a giggly door that squeaks while being tickled? Now that’s a new one.”
Betty chuckles. “I could get used to this new version of Dorian.”
Dorian lifts his head. He shouts to his friends behind him, “Yohohohou gohohot me, ahahalright?! Knohohohock it off!” Dorian manages through his wheezes.
“Oh well, if we must,” Amir teases, but immediately pulls his hands from Dorian. He jumps off his back and sits next to him. Betty takes a seat as well while Dorian picks himself from the floor and leans back on an arm to rest.
Betty sweetly pats his back, careful not to startle him again. Amir laughs.
“Ha ha! We got you!” the mirror rubs it in a little.
Dorian’s chest rises and falls as he speaks, “Yeah, you did. You both performed a well coordinated sneak attack without question. I’ll give you that.”
“Oh good. Then we’ll know what to do next time,” Amir says.
Dorian whips his head in the direction of the mirror. “Next time?”
“Yeah, now we’ll know what to do if you're too tense or not smiling as much,” Betty smiles at him.
Dorian lets out a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair. “Remind me never to turn my back on the bedroom again…” he says. However, he has a soft smile after his words. He has to keep up an image around the house, but instances like these make him realize that unlocking himself for these brief moments are always worth it.
Can we get more Curt and Rod x reader? Maybe some fluff of them finding out their S/o is ticklish?
Curt & Rod Romantic Headcanons
-the s/o is ticklish-
oh no.
if they find out you're ticklish they are MENACES
you will never know peace again
it happened on accident, with something small -
Curt's sleeve brushing past your neck just right makes you flinch away and giggle
they zero in on it like sharks with blood in the water
after that, EVERY time you interact one is trying to distract you from the other trying to tickle you
they love to hear you laugh and you just gave them an instant laugh button 💔
they don't care if you threaten them with bodily harm: they're doing it anyways
the only way to get your revenge is to find out that Curt is ticklish just under his ribs and Rod is ticklish under his ear and on the back of his neck
(you remind yourself to thank Windowlynn later for the insider info)
it turns into an all-out WAR until one of the others has to step in because it keeps escalating
alliances are forged, betrayals abound, vows of vengeance are made
finally one of the more responsible objects have had enough
(probably Dorian or Celia)
they aren't allowed to start a tickle fight anymore, but they do resort to it when you're being grumpy and they can't make you smile
they just can't help it, they like to see you smile
But also I disintegrate at the thought of lee Amir. During his route we clean him and he enjoys it so imagine polishing him one day when we find a ticklish spot I siakkdfkwkssk
His LAUGH during his knife throwing act got me how can he be so beautiful and adorable at the same time
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