Hellooooo! You can call me Fluffy! I have no idea what I’m doing half the time, but this is my SFW tickle (side)blog! :D I do both tickle art and ticklefics and I mostly just post my own content here aside from the occasional reblog.
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Hello! It's been a long time since the last post, where have you gone?
goodness, i'm so sorry i didn't answer this in a timely fashion-
i'm still here! i've just been busy and haven't been posting-i just post whenever i get the energy to and i have gaps in my posts-
but i'm still here, rest assured!
Someone should make super long fics for us crk tk fans
And I’m not talking 200 or less words, I’m talking 3-5k+ words.
Keep me occupied, make me swish my tail and kick my legs in anticipation knowing what’ll happen next.
Make me feel emotions with your angst, make me want to squish the silly with my paws when writing the character that’s gonna be wrecked into oblivion within the next few paragraphs.
I want to feel, I want to get giddy from the slow build up of the fic. But ultimately I want to be occupied, to be hooked and keep reading on wondering what’ll happen next; not a fic that’s straight to the point after a couple of dialogue and sentences.
Summary: You decide to visit the Citrus Altar for the purpose of hanging out with your friend, surprisingly having to drag him (yes, drag LEMON ZEST COOKIE) away from his post (imagine!). In the aftermath of doing so (and him annoying the crumbs out of you), you discover something about your friend that you are MORE than a little excited to turn the tables with and exploit.
Words: 5311
so Lemon Zest Cookie decided to be a smug, sassy lil guy and i decided another toa ticklefic was in order and while i was at it, why not add to the miniscule ler!reader fics out there? we NEED more of both-(not really an x reader-they're just friends here kdjgkjdg)
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There was an odd sense of energy in the air as you stepped onto the grounds of the Citrus Altar, a basket of scones hooked on your arm. Well, perhaps it wasn’t all that odd anymore since you had been there quite a few times to visit, but the feeling of mild static shooting through your feet and making your icing hair stand on end was an odd sensation no matter how many times one experienced it.
And this time was no different as you jolted slightly, immediately bringing a hand to try and smoothen your hair back to how you had it before you arrived. Maybe it was a waste of time to even try and make yourself look somewhat presentable if this was how it was going to turn out (you were also feeling slightly silly for trying at all when you knew beforehand). But despite the fact that you weren’t here for anything too important, you still felt obligated to look decent when entering such a sacred place.
Of course, if the knights of the altar wanted the rare cookie visitors to look presentable when entering what they frequently stated was a ‘place of honor’ for their floor, maybe they shouldn’t constantly charge the place with electricity. Then again…you supposed that this was a heavily protected place and the frequent electricity was necessary.
Oh well, too late to take back all that wasted time.
You stopped just at the entrance to the main part of the altar, just before the citrus barrier. An even stronger static atmosphere sent your semi-decent hair right down to ‘you didn’t even try’ territory.
You were definitely going to get laughed at at this rate. And here you were hoping to avoid the upcoming jabs from the cookie you were visiting.
Though, you supposed that was your own fault for getting so close.
“You know, normally cookies stop before getting close to an electricity field,” a familiar voice commented casually from just inside the entrance. “Well, regardless, we’re not exactly open for visitors right now, sooo…”
“What about a not-normal visitor bearing snacks?” you responded, holding up your basket and shaking it like a bag of coins.
The owner of the voice soon revealed themselves after that, golden-yellow eyecing darting to the basket with pursed lips. Then his eyecing flicked back up to you and he shrugged. “Perhaps. I’ll have to take a look. Y’know, make sure there’s nothing dangerous.”
You leveled him with a bemused stare as he lowered the citrus barrier to snatch the basket from your hands, peering inside while still glancing your way. You crossed your arms as you awaited his ‘verdict’.
After a moment, Lemon Zest Cookie closed the basket with an assured nod. “Alright, snacks check out. Uuunfortunately, I’m still gonna have to detain you. Trespassing and all that,” he said bluntly, placing the basket on the ground and looking at you with what could have been a convincing dutiful stare if not for his previous actions.
You blinked at him, stare unchanging in its unamused nature. Then you raised a brow at him.
Lemon Zest Cookie kept up the somewhat serious demeanor before dropping it and raising his arms to lock his fingers behind his head in a decidedly un-dutiful pose. “Kidding! No need to look so serious, y’know.” He let out a chuckle. “I distinctly remember you laughing at my jokes before. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your sense of humor.”
“Maybe you’ve gotten less funny,” you replied, finally cracking a smile.
“Ha! You say that, yet you smile. I win,” Lemon Zest Cookie stated with a smug smile, dropping his pose to set one hand on his hip.
“You always say you ‘win’ with anything.” You enunciated your words with air quotations.
“Well, yeah. I mean, take our races, archery matches…” the lemon-infused cookie listed off, tapping his palm with each activity.
“You’re just naming the things you’re good at.”
“Yeah, problem?”
You released a huff of laughter.
“Aaand I think we can add ‘better hair’ to that list,” Lemon Zest Cookie suddenly commented, making you instantly freeze and rush both your hands over your head. You sent him a glare when you heard him start laughing (like you knew he would). “Yohohou look like a hedgehog! I’m sure the rest of the knights would love to see this! Haha!”
Instead of standing your unamused ground like usual, you shot him an alarmed look. Which was a mistake as it just made him laugh more.
“HAHA! Thehere it is! Knew you still had a sense of humor!” He leaned his head back onto his intertwined fingers.
You rolled your eyecing, mouth twitching with the effort to not smile despite the mild annoyance. “Shut your ever-charged mouth,” you replied with no true sincerity to the statement.
“Nah,” he responded back in kind, before dropping his pose and…actually looking somewhat serious. “All jokes aside, you do need to leave. Thanks for the snacks, but…” His eyecing drifted to the side with a worried furrow of his brow. “Things have been a little dangerous recently. We’ve had to up security and patrols. Many of the knights haven’t been taking breaks, myself included. We’re hoping to nip the problem in the bud before it spirals, but things are still going a little…awry.”
At his tone, you found your facial expression matching his. It was moments like this that reminded you that, despite his laidback demeanor, Lemon Zest Cookie was still an elite knight of the Citrus Order and he had a duty to carry out. And while you were usually content with leaving him to his job after hanging out for a bit, you hadn’t been there that long before he was sending you off. And one part of what he said stood out to you…aside from the obvious issue.
“You haven’t been taking breaks?” you questioned with a sudden burst of concern.
Lemon Zest Cookie brought up a hand to rub against his forehead, his other rested once more on his hip. “Should’ve known you’d focus on that part,” he muttered, speaking up with his next words. “Look, I mean it when I say things have gotten a little hectic. We’re not sure what’s causing it yet, but a lot of the entities here have gotten somewhat aggressive. We can’t spare any expenses.”
You frowned. “But you all are going to run yourselves ragged if you keep that up…”
Your friend gave a small, halfhearted shrug, much more dejected with the motion than he usually did. “Yeah, well…anything to keep the altar safe,” he offered after a moment.
Your eyecing ran over his form, noticing several things you hadn’t when you first arrived. Lemon Zest Cookie’s uniform looked a little…battered, scuffed with white choco powder in some places like he hadn’t had time to sit down and properly get the dirt out. And now that you were looking at him, he looked…tired, dark spots under his eyecing and his eyelids drooping frequently before he forcefully blinked to keep them open (which wouldn’t have been that unusual if he wasn’t on-duty; despite his attitude, he did care about his job).
He truly looked like he hadn’t rested.
Your concern had reached a new high, though your expression now showed nothing but a sense of determination. You walked up to him…and snatched back your basket.
Lemon Zest Cookie blinked, a rare moment of complete surprise free of sarcastic undertones appearing on his face. “Wh-hey, I thought those were for me!” he protested, reaching out.
You lifted your head in a show of faux-haughtiness, eyelids drooping to give him a look. “Sorry, but these scones are for relaxing visits,” you stated, closing your eyecing for a moment to sell the attitude. “And I see that there is no relaxing here.” You opened one eyecing halfway to look at your friend (wondering briefly with a hint of anxiety if your little bout of playfulness was inappropriate for the situation).
Lemon Zest Cookie stared at you for a few seconds incredulously, before sighing, lowering his head slightly. He once again looked at the ground. “Look, I know what you’re doing and a break would be nice, but…I’m still a knight. I have a job to attend to.”
You let your act fade as you frowned, brow furrowing in worry once more. “And that job is going to be a lot harder if you don’t rest,” you argued a little loudly, huffing a small, mildly frustrated laugh. “Can’t believe I have to convince you to wander off,” you joked lightly, but when you received no laughter, you took a breath and softened your face. “Look, just a small break? It doesn’t have to be long.” Trying to break up the tension somewhat, you patted the top of your basket with a small grin. “After all, I said these scones are for relaxing. And if you don’t relax, you don’t get them.”
“I suppose you did say that…” the lemon-flavored cookie murmured, a tired smile forming on his face. Then he frowned once more, glancing back at the altar. A moment later, he sighed. “Alright. I’ll get someone to take my place and make sure no innocent cookie gets disintegrated by the citrus barrier, then I’ll go with you.” He turned around and headed back towards the altar, the barrier closing back over the entrance.
You smiled victoriously, and waited.
Once the positions had been properly shifted and Lemon Zest Cookie was freed up, he met back up with you outside. You, wanting to get as far away from the source of his stress as possible, suggested the first floor of the tower. It was the most tame one currently, with most of the cake soldiers and archers being more inclined to stay away from trouble than the rest of the floor’s inhabitants. Lemon Zest Cookie agreed easily, saying that he was going to suggest that floor anyway.
“So there wasn’t too much trouble switching?” you questioned him in reference to his shift, handing him a lemon scone.
He took the offered treat and took a bite, completely shameless as crumbs fell out of his mouth when he responded. “Nah, we were going to switch anyway.”
“You could at least chew your food before speaking.” You gave him a mildly disturbed look.
“Make me,” he taunted with a grin in your direction, deliberately taking another messy bite of his treat.
You groaned, shaking your head as you redirected the conversation back on track before your friend could find more ways to mess with you. “So your brother was okay with you leaving?” you asked, taking a scone out for yourself and nibbling on it.
Lemon Zest Cookie, having thankfully finished his snack, gave a loud laugh. “HA! No. He wanted me to stay a few more hours, but I said you were visiting, so…”
“That changed his mind?”
“Nope!”
You huffed a laugh as you rolled your eyecing. “Sometimes I question how you got your position,” you said, not at all meaning anything by it. You knew he earned his place among the Order.
“It’s ‘cause I’m awesome, that’s why,” Lemon Zest Cookie replied with a boastful grin as he once again brought his hands to the back of his head.
“And here I was praising you in my head…” you groaned out, a deadpan expression replacing your playful one.
“Wait, really? What were you thinking?” The lemon-flavored cookie suddenly tilted himself to be within your line of sight, grin growing.
“Well, I’m not telling you now!” You redirected your walking so he was once again out of your sight. “It’ll just make your head bigger!”
“Hm, okay, fine,” your friend hummed out and you could practically see the leisurely shrug without even looking at him.
Then your eyecing widened in betrayal as your scone was snatched from your hand, whirling out with an offended look. “Hey!” You could hardly even begin a protest before your half-bitten scone was tossed in the air with a ‘hup!’ and proceeded to be consumed by the maw of your friend.
Lemon Zest Cookie just grinned, once again assuming his habitual relaxed pose. He ate the treat all too quickly. “Well, you weren’t eating it, sooo…” He stuck his tongue out.
“I clearly was!”
“Nah.”
You glared at him as he had the audacity to start laughing at you. “I am going to get you one of these days,” you declared, though it sounded more like a grumble coming out.
“Still waiting on that,” he responded easily, letting out another set of chuckles.
You rolled your eyecing for what felt like the thousandth time that day, picking out another scone and tossing one to the other cookie in the hopes of maybe satiating the ‘beast’.
For a while, the two of you made your way through the grassy terrain of the first floor, continuing your back and forth without faltering even once. And even though the both of you were walking and not really ‘resting’ per say, you could already see the difference in your friend’s energy levels.
He still had the physical symptoms of his exhaustion, but his poses looked a lot more relaxed, the laidback attitude he was known for appearing less like a facade to keep up.
Several times, you found yourself smiling softly, glad you were able to help him in some way, even just for a little while.
Of course…the smug cookie that you called one of your closest friends had to go and ruin that patch of softness by swiping your chosen scone. AGAIN.
“Really?!” you exclaimed incredulously. “Okay no, this is not happening–” This time, instead of watching the scene unfold like a helpless bystander, you abandoned the basket and dove for your rightful scone.
Lemon Zest Cookie just laughed at your attempts, stretching his hand holding the scone out while pressing his other hand against you to keep you away. “Going to hahave to try harder than thahahat!” he taunted, grinning widely.
You huffed, mentally laying out your options to get your precious scone (that you had made!) back from his grubby hands. Of course, you could always get another from your basket, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of your relenting. But you knew he was far stronger than you, him having daily training while you didn’t, so taking it back by force wasn’t an option.
Unless…
You squinted, wondering if that was even an option. You hadn’t tried, admittedly.
But after a moment of glaring at that infuriatingly smug face, you realized that there was more on the table than just getting your delicious scone back.
No. If this worked, then you would finally have something over him and something you could use to mess with him for once.
A grin of your own spread across your face, much to the confusion of your friend (though his hold stayed as sure as ever). A drop of sugar-sweat ran down the side of his face, his grin turning somewhat nervous. “Hey, what’s that look for–ghk!”
While he had been focused on your face, you had slipped a hand around his torso and experimentally wiggled your fingers into his armpit, making the arm holding the scone spasm and lock itself down to his side (with your hand now trapped beneath it). His eyecing went wide as he stared at you, a smile still present but now bearing an ‘oh crumbs’ undertone to it.
Meanwhile, your grin only grew, a surge of excitement rushing through you. Yes! He was ticklish!
“Hey, so…that was weird, right?” Lemon Zest Cookie uttered out, a little too casual (and he knew it). “Like, really weird. I don’t know why my arm did that. Hey, so like, we should just–HCK!” His body bent towards you sharply as you once again moved your fingers against the dough of his underarm, his other hand abandoning its mission of keeping your body away and focusing on grabbing your other arm to prevent an attack from both sides. “H-hey! Wh–”
“You trapped my hand, sugar-brain,” you responded, far too calmly for the energy whirling around within you, the only indication of it being your all-too-large grin. “I’m trying to get it out.” That was a lie. A boldfaced lie.
“Well then, let meeHHEHE-!” There was a light, wheezing start to his laugh as you wiggled your thumb that was mostly free into the soft part of his dough where his shoulder and pit met. And you decided that you weren’t going to stop that time, using his surprise to move your other hand in his weakened grip to the hip closest to you. Then with a small giggle, you began rapidly squeezing it.
“HhhEHEHY, HHHAHA–” A much more intense wheeze kickstarted the set of laughter that left him, his body trapped between two distanced sensations and wriggling wildly. Yet, for some reason, his body kept leaning back into you, like he was confused on where he was supposed to go to get away from the attack. In his movements, the scone he was holding cracked in his hand and fell to the ground in pieces. “Hehey, yohoHOUR scone FEHEHELL! Yohohou sHHHOHOULD GEHEHHHEE-!” he tried to protest, perhaps hoping to direct your attention away.
Unfortunately for him, you had found a new target.
“Sorry, you’re not distracting me this time!” you chirped, not at all sorry. “I can’t believe I never knew you were ticklish!” Despite the arm pressing down on your hand, you managed to slightly bend your fingers to lightly and weakly scribble into his underarm. Which, despite the inefficiency, seemed to work just fine.
Lemon Zest Cookie’s entire body jerked, a burst of energy running through him as he spasmed violently, head lowered slightly as his shoulders shook. “It’s nAHAHAT sohohomething tHAHAHAT I-hhHHHHAHAHA! WOHOULD YOU LEHEHET ME SPEEHEHEHEAK!?” he wheezed out, head lifting and his laughter intensifying briefly as you scooted your trapped fingers down his side, lightly squeezing his dough with each motion like your fingers were climbing down.
“I mean I would.” No, you wouldn’t. “Buuut this is funnier,” you admitted smugly, sticking out your tongue. Oh, how you loved turned tables.
“Of cohohourse ihihit IHIHIS!” he, well, would’ve grumbled if he wasn’t currently in a fit of laughter. And that laughter only grew when your once trapped fingers arrived at his side, your other hand following to the same spot on his other side. Then you paused, your fingertips faintly pressing into the outskirts of his stomach. Perhaps you wanted to give him a break.
HA, as if!
“You’re right. Go ahead, say what you were going to say,” you offered, smiling in what could have been in an innocent way if not for where your fingers were.
Lemon Zest Cookie took a few shaky breaths, trying to give a confident grin of some kind, but it only ended up looking nervous. “Ha! R-right! The moment I even try TOHOHO-I KNEW IHIHIT-HHHAHAHGK!!” And then you attacked, cycling your fingers in a set of multiple smooth motions as if they were running on his stomach, sending jolts of ticklish energy through him and making him once again lean back into you. His arms crossed over his stomach region as he bent forward, legs positioning in an attempt to keep his balance standing up. “Weehee-WEHEH’RE GONNAHAHA FAHAHALL IF YOHOHOU DON’T STAHAHAHAP!”
Of course, you did not stop. In fact, you made a point to quickly move your fingers up and rapidly wiggle them into his bottom ribs.
And you found your friend violently spasming in your grip once more.
Aaand falling to the ground just as he said you both would. Well, it was more like he fell and you stumbled trying to keep a hold on him and got dragged down with him.
Lemon Zest Cookie got only a moment’s respite from your tickling, though he was far from able to escape or retaliate if the way he was lying on the ground with residual giggles still pouring out of him was any indication. His face even had a new shade of red on it, eyecing squeezed shut.
And for that moment, you allowed yourself a small, much softer smile. After all, you had brought him out of the altar to relax and have some fun, so this seemed like a good route to take.
With that in mind, your smile morphed into another grin as you crawled to loom over him. And as he rolled onto his back, one hand over his stomach, you climbed over him, trapping his legs in place. His eyecing shot open when he registered the new weight, looking up at you. A new line of sugar-sweat ran down his forehead. “...hi.” His eyecing darted to your raised hands that had now formed claws. “...you still mad about the scones?” he asked, grinning nervously.
Your face dropped for just a moment as you squinted, your mouth a thin line. “Yes, I’m still mad about the scones!” you exclaimed in a rush, lowering your hands. (Truth be told, you were never truly mad and he knew that, but who could say no to some theatrics?)
Lemon Zest Cookie had the audacity to grin smugly–smugly!–in your direction. “I would hardly say it’s my fault you suck at eating, hedgehog.”
Oh, that...was…it.
With a blank face and no words to prelude your actions, you swiftly brought your hands down to his sides, practically hugging them as you rapidly squeezed the sensitive spots. Immediately, you had to fight to keep your place over him as he started squirming, jerking violently with every squeeze (of which there was a lot of that happening) as if he were being electrocuted by his own static.
“WaiHHHT! YOHOHOU CAHAHAN’T-” Your friend abandoned whatever sentence he was trying to get out as a long wheeze left him, momentarily stopping his frantic movements as the air left him before he threw his head back as much as he could while lying on the ground. “I thohohought yOHOU WERE DOHOHONE!”
“I would’ve been done much sooner than this, but you sealed your fate with that comment!” you retorted, smiling once more without even realizing it. Deciding to change up your tactic slightly, you raised your hands ever-so-slightly, using only the tips of your fingers as you kept up the squeezing motions. Though with this new adjustment, it was more like you were clawing at his sides.
“Oh c’mOHOHON!” Lemon Zest Cookie’s hands found themselves weakly grabbing onto your forearms, though in this state, he couldn’t even think about moving them away. “Cahahan’t you tahHHHAHAke a jOHOHOHOKE?!”
“I can. But that plus stealing my–” you accentuated your point with a more firm squeeze, making him yelp. “–scone, and you’re practically asking for it!” Then you gave a toothy grin. “Besides, give me a moment to enjoy this. Being ticklish is a pretty funny weakness for an elite knight to have, isn’t it?” Maybe you were being a tad mean, but with how often your friend messed with you, you would say that it was slightly deserved. Giving him some room to respond, you lightened up on your tickles, leaving him giggling with tiny wheezes peppered throughout.
“Yohohu’re wahahahay too excihihited abohout this. Weheheirdo…” he managed to wheeze out, peeking on eyecing open before a warning finger wiggled into the divot of his left hip, making him squeeze it shut again with a louder giggle.
You decided to ignore his second comment. “What? That why you never told me or something? Were you embarrassed about me finding out?” you asked with a chuckle, mostly rhetorical. Yeah, right. Lemon Zest Cookie wasn’t the type to get embarrassed over something like this. This was more something he would use to embarrass others in the Order or someth–
You almost stopped your attack completely once you registered the new darkened shade of red on his face.
“Oh my Witches. You are embarrassed!” you exclaimed with a dawning realization, somehow grinning the widest you have by far. “Wow! Lemon Zest Cookie, elite knight of the Citrus Order and resident smug jokester, is embarrassed by tickling!” Okay, you were definitely being mean by this point.
For some reason, a loud, slightly frantic giggle rang out between all his other ones when you finished your sentence. The back of his head once again met the ground below him as his grin wobbled. “Ohohokay ohohokay! I gehehet it! Beehehee quiet abahahout it, will ya?!”
“Maybe around other cookies, I will,” you responded, with just a hint of smugness. “But I am going to hold this over you forever.” Took you long enough to finally find something!
Lemon Zest Cookie made what sounded like a groan, before you decided to take advantage of his head’s position and wiggle your fingers into his neck, making him swiftly throw his chin back down, scrunching up his shoulders with a strangled noise. “GHK-HEHEHEY!!”
Ignoring his reinvigorated protests, you continued to tickle his neck, using the tips of your fingers to run up his chin then start back down at his neck. You repeated this a few times, your other hand having stopped its motions almost entirely.
However, when you moved it down and squeezed at his hip to readjust yourself, you were almost shocked into stopping by a burst of loud laughter. It seemed he also realized his ‘mistake’ as his eyecing shot open briefly before being forced to close again by his own laughter.
You blinked before remembering that he had let out a particularly loud wheezing laugh when you had targeted that spot before, and proceeding to grin mischievously. You slipped your fingers out from their place against his neck and moved both your hands down to his hips.
Then you experimentally squeezed them, earning a yelp.
You looked up to find your friend staring at you with a nervous smile, before shockingly, it turned…mildly confident? “Wehehehell? Gohoho all ihihin if you’re gohohonna dohoho it!” Despite his words, you saw jam gradually rising to his face and came to one conclusion.
He was trying to bluff you out.
You knew this trick of his all too well. It was a frequent tactic of his to act confident when he was, in fact, not to throw off someone else. But, since you knew this fact, all you could do was smile calmly. “You got it!” you chirped.
“Wahahait, what? Wait, I was jOHHHHOHOKING!! I WAHAHAHAS KIHIHIDDING-HHHAHAHA-!!” Aaand back into the ground went the back of his head as laughter poured out of his mouth. Your thumbs were almost gently massaging into his hips while the rest of your fingers provided backup in the form of light squeezes. You sat down on his legs when he almost threw you off from his sudden frantic movements.
“Wow, so this is a bad spot!” you remarked, mildly exaggerated surprise in your tone. You circled your thumbs into the divots of his hips for a few seconds before stopping and lightly pressing them into the dough, wiggling them quickly.
“STAHAHAP SOUNDING SOHOHO EXCIHIHITED!!” Once again, your reward was a bout of laughter with so much wheezing thrown in, you were almost concerned! Looking up, however, greeted you with the sight of Lemon Zest Cookie with one arm thrown over his increasingly red face with a large grin peeking out from underneath and his other hand a fist lightly knocking into the ground.
“Should’ve expected that, y’know,” you replied with a sly grin, though your previous mischief was replaced by something along the lines of curiosity. If you knew your friend–and you did–he could have…stopped you. At any time. And paired with the previous embarrassment that didn’t seem to come from a place of discomfort…
Your smile became a little more genuine. He was enjoying himself!
You removed your hands from his hips, if only to give him a break. Though maybe ‘break’ wasn’t the right word, as you decided to move back up to his stomach and give it a few more scribbles, earning much less intense laughter. You would admit it…you kind of just wanted to see him try and fail to bend his body into the ground to try and escape the sensation. And you couldn’t help but laugh when that exact thing happened, earning what could have been a groan from your friend. Though any annoyance that could have been portrayed by him in that moment was ruined by his increasingly red face and the light titters still pouring out of his mouth.
In fact, there didn’t seem to be any annoyance present…at all!
His laughter had become lighter, with each breath taken to catch it being accompanied with small giggles. Even though you weren’t touching him anymore, having removed your hands to finally stop your onslaught, he flinched occasionally like he was still being poked. Or like someone was giving him static shocks, ironic as it was.
You finally climbed off of him, but remained by his side as he recovered on the ground.
Though you couldn’t resist playfully poking him in the stomach once he regained the energy to remove his arm from his face, making his upper half shoot upwards briefly before he relaxed and lowered his head.
The lemon-flavored cookie sighed shakily, still giggling slightly. Then he opened his eyecing and gave you a look with a lopsided grin. “Wehehell, I hohope you enjoyed yoursehehelf…”
“Well, I know you did,” you shot back with a smug smile.
And you watched as the red that had slowly begun to fade tint his face once more, though he pretended as though it hadn’t, resuming a relaxed pose and bringing his arms behind his head. “Mahaybe I’m just enjoying my generous time off. Kinda glad I let you drag me off.”
“Wouldn’t put your arms up like that,” you commented casually, watching with immense amusement as your friend subtly (see: not subtly) lowered his arms down to lightly cross them over his stomach. Then you couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe it! I’m so going to do this more often.”
“And if I attempt to do it to you?” Lemon Zest Cookie questioned, his usual smugness not taking long to reappear on his face. “What then, huh?”
You squinted at him blankly. Then without looking, you wiggled a finger into his hip. A yelp left him as his body bent the other direction. “You might want to try another time, pal,” you responded with a small laugh.
Lemon Zest Cookie laughed too after a moment. “Fine, I can wait,” he relented easily with a shrug.
“Right, second qualification for being a knight of the Citrus Order, huh?” you pronounced, nodding slightly. “Patience.”
“There’s a lot more to it than that, but eh. Not my department.” Another shrug. Then a pause. “Why specifically the ‘second’ qualification?”
“First one being ticklishness, obviously!” you teased, mischievous grin returning. (Yes! He took your bait!)
And you had to hold back a laugh at the uncharacteristic pout on the other’s face. “I’m going to be hearing about this for a while, aren’t I?”
“Yep!” you responded cheerfully, standing up and grabbing your basket, looking into it to see that it was…empty. “Oh, the scones are gone! Some animal must have come along and eaten what was left…” You glanced around. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry! Let’s go and-” You stopped when you looked back down at your friend.
With his arms back behind his head, Lemon Zest Cookie was fast asleep. Oh right, he was already tired. All that tickling must have tired him out even more.
“Well, I suppose I did want you to rest,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around a moment later. “I guess I can try and find some fruit nearby or…something.” Then you sighed and smiled down at your friend. “Sleep well, Lemon Zest Cookie.”
Summary: Some time has passed since the rift incident and Greenbell Cookie is more than happy to spend some time with her best friend. Unfortunately, the event still effects her (and Whiteberry Cookie) to some degree. On the fortunate side of things, Whiteberry Cookie remembers a certain thing the two of them used to do, which is perfect for cheering up!
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hello hello! i started playing Tower of Adventures a little while ago and i absolutely LOVED the Greenbell Cookie event-aaand then I got this idea and had to write it out-
still very new to Cookie Run so first tickle fic for this game time yay!
(also the actual tickling part doesn't start until like 2k words in cause i like to take my time with these kdjgkdj and a little hurt/comfort in the beginning for the soul-)
anyways, enjoy! :D
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A cool breeze ran its way through the soft blades of grass adorning Windy Hill, swaying them so gently one would think the hill’s namesake itself was caressing them like a hand would over a drowsing bread cat. If one listened closely, perhaps they could hear a rhythm within the subtle taps of the grass blades towards one another.
Greenbell Cookie could faintly make out a basic rhythm within the breeze, her teal-green eyecing squinting as she attempted to visualize it onto a music sheet. It was a shaky image, as she was musically skilled, but her ability to actually compose her own music waned in comparison to bringing laid out music sheets to life (her best friend was more fitted for composing).
Even so, she found herself humming the notes she could see, eyecing closing contentedly as the breeze lightly lifted her light green hair.
“That’s a nice melody.”
Greenbell Cookie squeaked, her humming abruptly cutting itself off. “Ah-!” Jam rushed to her face as she remembered that she wasn’t alone.
There was a light chuckle from beside her, belonging to Whiteberry Cookie, her closest friend, soothing green eyecing squinted in amusement. “Startled you, did I?”
Greenbell Cookie’s face somehow became even redder. “Of course you did! You know you did!” she pouted, lightly pushing against her friend’s shoulder. It barely made him move.
Another light laugh left him. “Anyways…where did you hear that melody?” he inquired, still smiling. “It doesn’t sound like any of the songs we’ve done recently.”
“Ah! Um, well, I heard a rhythm in the breeze and I was, um, trying to hum it…” She felt a little silly explaining it like that, feeling her face warm even further and faintly wondering just how red it could truly become.
It wasn’t helped by the laughter that once again sprouted from Whiteberry Cookie, his shoulders shaking.
“Hey, don’t laugh! I thought it was a nice melody!” Greenbell Cookie protested, pout deepening.
“No no, I’m not laughing at you! I do the same thing. Why do you think this is my favorite place to write the songs you all play?” Whiteberry Cookie explained, hugging his ever-present book (turned folder by this point from how many music sheets he stuffed into it on a regular basis) to his chest.
“Oh!” Greenbell Cookie vocalized, embarrassment for a different reason blooming on her face. “Right.”
Whiteberry Cookie once again chuckled. “Your face is all red again,” he commented, nearly laughing again at the resulting squinted look on his friend’s face.
“Oh, shush!” Greenbell Cookie said with a small smile that she couldn’t stop from emerging. Her face finally cooled down as she hummed. “I only wish I could write it down like you can.”
“It takes some time to get a creative flow going for sure. But if you decided to take it up, I’m sure you’d get the hang of it in no time.” It was a statement said with all amounts of sincerity and an equally gentle smile.
“Maybe…” Greenbell Cookie mumbled, frowning in thought for a moment. “Though I guess for now, we leave the composing to you!” she finished with a smile.
“Happy to be here,” Whiteberry Cookie responded in kind with a small mock half-bow, drawing a small giggle out of his friend.
After a moment, his eyecing drifted to the sky and Greenbell Cookie watched as he settled down on the ground, adjusting his wings as he laid there, book still clutched in his arms.
Greenbell Cookie didn’t waste a second and followed his lead, the back of her head hitting the grass. She wiggled slightly to get comfortable with her wings then let her eyecing move in the same direction as his.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh?” the berry-infused cookie stated after a moment.
Greenbell Cookie hummed, “I suppose it has…” She paused. “I wonder if I can find a cloud that looks like a cake hound like that one time…”
“You mean the squashed Bear Jelly?” Whiteberry Cookie asked immediately with a mildly amused look in her direction.
“It looked like a cake hound when I was looking at it, I swear!” the flower-inspired cookie replied with faux-annoyance and another weak push to her friend’s shoulder.
Whiteberry Cookie just gave another light laugh, soon going back to watching the bright blue sky and the puffy white shapes that trudged their way through it.
Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes. The only sound that traveled through either of their ears was the soft breeze that continuously made its path across the hill that earned its name through it.
Greenbell Cookie found herself closing her eyecing after a while, sighing contentedly. It had been some time since she had allowed herself to relax as much as this. Even when she was having fun with her other bandmates, there was always a nagging in the back of her head that made her a little too watchful of her movements. Or made her self-conscious if she spoke or hummed too loud. Then she would start thinking about other cookies watching her and she would find herself red in the face and unable to speak above a whisper.
Here, she was within the comfort of her best friend and their mutual, yet quiet banter. It was nice.
Eyecing still closed, she reached out to her side for her friend.
Her hand met the grass and her fingers fumbled around for the cookie she was feeling for, face scrunching up until her eyecing shot open and she sat up with a panicked noise. “Whiteberry Cookie?!” she called out in a rush, looking from side to side.
She stopped when her eyecing landed on the cookie she was looking for, right where he had been prior, just having moved just out of her reach.
His book was on the ground beside him and in his right hand he held a small, yellow flower that looked freshly picked. His eyecing were widened slightly, probably at her reaction.
Greenbell Cookie felt jam rise to give her face a deeply flushed color. Oh. Right. She was–Whiteberry Cookie was–
Right. They were…out. He was there and so was she. They were out.
The flower-inspired cookie lowered her gaze to the grass, running a hand over it. The red gradually began to leave her face, disappearing just enough to give her a rosy complexion rather than a cherry one.
Admittedly, it hadn’t been long since they had both escaped the rift. Maybe two weeks at most. And while Greenbell Cookie had improved considerably from checking up on her friend every chance she got to make sure he wasn’t gone again, she still had moments.
She could still remember every route she had taken to find him. Every route that had led her to a moment of terror before the sparkle and shine of the star brought her back to the hills. She could remember the taunting of the illusions the labyrinth had conjured, never touching and only watching, pale imitations of the cookie she wanted to save. She could remember the falsity that had taken her friend’s dough, muttering her name like a mantra and hugging her close as though she would disappear if it didn’t. She could remember forgetting and the consequences of remembering as it sunk her down.
She had nightmares of those times. Even more so nightmares of Whiteberry Cookie forgetting her. Of the cookie she had known for years looking at her as though she were a complete stranger. Somehow, those were the worst ones.
“Greenbell Cookie? Are you alright?”
Said cookie jumped slightly, looking at her friend for a few seconds, then down at the ground once more. She considered explaining but from the way she felt her throat closing up and how her eyecing was growing misty, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to get the words out at the moment. At least not without a sob escaping her first.
And honestly…she just wanted to hug him. To make sure he was there. To make sure she hadn’t woken up to another loop.
She looked back up, her lips trembling as she held her arms out.
Whiteberry Cookie’s face grew concerned. Then his eyecing widened slightly as realization came over him. “Oh.” He frowned, immediately scooting over and wrapping his arms around her, allowing her to hold onto him.
Greenbell Cookie let a shaky sigh escape her as she sank into her friend, comforted just by the fact that she could do this. If she hadn’t found him…
She hugged him tighter. She had found him. He was here and so was she. The rift had closed and neither one of them were ever going near another one again.
“Are you okay?” Whiteberry Cookie asked after a moment, loosening the hug slightly but not letting go.
Greenbell Cookie swallowed, hesitating on speaking. “I…thought I had woken up and you were still…” she trailed off.
“I’m not anymore,” Whiteberry Cookie responded almost immediately, adjusting slightly. “You saved me, remember? I’m here now and I owe it all to you, Greenbell Cookie.”
“I remember…” And she was more appreciative now than ever that she did. Every memory she had ever had was one she held close to her being now, knowing the disorienting cloudiness that came with forgetting everything. “I-I should be braver now but…I’m still scared,” she admitted, breath hitching as her vision blurred.
“That’s alright. I don’t think anyone can just…get braver just like that. But you still went through all of that, and we’re both here now because you pushed through your fear,” Whiteberry Cookie said, leaning his head on hers. “If it…makes it any better, I was scared too.” Greenbell Cookie perked up in surprise at that, sniffling. “I had faith in you, but…I was scared when I forgot your name. Then I started to forget other things, like my favorite color, favorite food…and…I was scared that I was starting to fear less because of it,” he confessed.
“Oh…” was all Greenbell Cookie could say. She hugged him tighter as she tried to get more words out. “I forgot a lot while I was in there but…you were in there the whole time. I already know it was scary…”
“It still kind of is. I guess we’re both still trying to be brave,” Whiteberry Cookie said with a small chuckle. “...are you feeling any better?” he asked after a moment, concern evident in his tone.
Greenbell Cookie thought about letting her friend go, but the thought of him being just out of her reach once more just made tears well up in her eyecing again. “J-just…a little longer…” she responded, voice wavering.
Whiteberry Cookie leaned back into her with a soft exhale. “Okay.”
She felt a hand slowly rub up and down her back as she struggled to keep herself from outright crying. “I-I’m just really glad I found you…” she whispered, finding that was as loud as she could go.
“Me too,” Whiteberry Cookie replied softly.
There was silence for a couple minutes, save for Greenbell Cookie’s poorly-muffled sniffling. Then she reached up around Whiteberry Cookie’s arm to wipe at her eyecing, breathing shakily.
“O-okay, I think I’m okay…” she said, letting go and continuing to rub away her tears.
“You sure?” the berry-infused cookie asked, furrowing his brows. His arms were still slightly raised as though he were ready to supply another hug if needed.
Greenbell Cookie just nodded with a watery smile. “Y-yeah. I just want to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with you.” It would do her no good to think about possibilities that wouldn’t happen. At least not now. Not when she was trying to relax.
Whiteberry Cookie frowned for a moment, then relaxed his expression, smiling softly. “Do you want to lay back down? Maybe we can spot the squashed head of one of our bandmates,” he joked lightly.
The flower-inspired cookie gave a wet giggle, swiping at her eyecing once more. “Enough with the squashed comments! One is enough!”
“Never,” he responded simply and laid back down, his friend following suit.
Though with every poorly-hidden sniffle that escaped his friend, he couldn’t help his eyecing darting over in concern. While the statement of wanting to enjoy the afternoon wasn’t untrue, he wasn’t entirely convinced of how content she was. The last thing he wanted was for his best friend, the one who had gone through all that strife just to find him (she had spilled everything that she could remember to him the moment they had both had an afternoon of quiet. She had cried then too), was for her to be unhappy.
The first thing he thought of was to give her another song he wrote, but he didn’t have any current ideas and he briefly wondered if it was too soon after the last incident. He was…also worried that his determination to get his friend a gift would be the cause of another unfortunate accident.
Whiteberry Cookie hummed as he lightly ran his hand over the grass beneath him, flinching at the weird sensation before perking up with an idea. A small smile made its way onto his face before he dropped it into a neutral expression, looking over at his friend.
Greenbell Cookie felt…mostly calm now, though her eyecing still felt puffy and sore from the crying she had been unable to stop.
“Greenbell Cookie?”
Said cookie full-body flinched at the sudden address before she looked over at the cookie next to her. “Hm?” she wordlessly questioned with a hum.
“Could I…have another hug?” Whiteberry Cookie asked, almost timidly.
Greenbell Cookie’s eyecing widened slightly. Her friend was hardly ever timid asking for things like that. Moreso, it was rare for him to ask for affection in general. Not that he disliked it! He was just content with others coming to him rather than him taking the initiative.
Keeping all that in mind, how could she possibly refuse him?
“Of course,” Greenbell Cookie said as sat up with a small smile and held out her arms, watching her friend sit up with a similar expression. Then he moved closer and she wrapped her arms around him, feeling him do the same.
She smiled blissfully, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Then she felt his arms move to wrap themselves around her further and she furrowed her brows in mild confusion.
Before flinching violently when she felt his hands wiggle themselves against her sides. Her eyecing went wide as they both stilled. “Whiteberry Cookieee…” she uttered nervously, hands tightening their grip on his clothes.
Her friend hummed and she gave another full-body jolt as his hands moved again, this time only doing a light tapping where her sides met her belly. She felt him smile against her shoulder before the tapping became a miniature dance where his fingers moved in a set of wiggling circles.
“Whitebeheherry Cook-EEK!!” she squealed out as she began to lose control of her movements, lightly squirming in an attempt to get away from the tickly attacks that were happening from both sides. Still, her friend held her close and continued to climb his fingers up her sides to her ‘ribs’, beginning to move and press his fingers into her dough like he was playing a piano, wiggling them with each contact. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder as her own shook with laughter.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done this too, hasn’t it?” Whiteberry Cookie commented as though his friend hadn’t become an out-of-control Jelly Worm in his grasp.
“Buhuhut wahahahihiy nAHAHAOW?!” she questioned through a barrage of squeaky giggles. It barely sounded like a sentence at that point.
Whiteberry Cookie just chuckled lightly, keeping his grip on Greenbell Cookie tight but not too tight, holding on just enough to keep her from squirming completely out of his hug. Though he did not make it easy on himself as he continued to dance his fingers on his friend’s sides and ‘ribs’, occasionally pressing down and causing another jolt and bout of laughter to escape the one in his arms. “Do I need a reason to want to see my friend laughing and happy?” he asked, mostly rhetorical.
Greenbell Cookie just started wiggling more, flinching occasionally like she was being shocked with static every time she felt her friend’s fingers scribble into her dough. He had switched from prodding to a more gentle approach, making slow circles to the bottom of her ‘ribs’ that would occasionally speed up suddenly, and that just made it all the worse for her. “Buhuhut I was alrEHEHEADY HAHAHAPY!!” she managed to get out, inhaling with another squeak, having moved up just enough to grip her friend’s shoulders in some forgotten attempt at escape and throw her head back as laughter continued to pour out of her. “You dihihihidn’t NEHEHEH-EEEK!”
She let out another squeal when the berry-infused cookie suddenly started squeezing the dough around the center of her belly, letting up for only a split second before doing it again, sending her into another squirming fit. It was sudden, continuous, and it was still somehow unbearably gentle, like he was handling a newly bought instrument that he had yet to break in. “WHIHIHITE-EEK-BEHEHERRY COHOHOOKIEEE!”
“Mhm?” said cookie questioned with an acknowledging hum. “What is it?”
“WHIHIHIHIYYY?!” Greenbell Cookie squealed out again.
“I thought I already told you that,” Whiteberry Cookie stated with a smile and a raised brow. “I wanted to cheer you up a little and I remembered something we always used to do when we were younger.” Then he laughed. “And it would seem it still works. You’re still as squirmy and ticklish as ever!” He punctuated his statement with a wild clawing-squishing motion of his fingers onto her sides, making her laughter pick up even more and earning him a hand pressed into the side of his face. He was still smiling.
“ShuhuhUSH!” Greenbell Cookie protested, though any pouting she attempted was quickly squashed by her proceeding laughter. She had always been too sensitive for her own good, even the slightest playful poke enough to get her to squeak. Her best friend had taken advantage of this many times when they were younger and it had only recently petered out when he had begun composing the songs they would play.
Though it would seem that the action had never truly left their friendship.
“Oh!” Whiteberry Cookie suddenly perked up with an idea, soft smile becoming a rare grin. “I think I just had a burst of inspiration!” His fingers stopped their attack only momentarily.
Greenbell Cookie’s eyecing widened as much as they could while being squinted in uncontrollable laughter. That was never a good statement to come from her friend when he was like this. “Whihihitebeheherry Cohohohookie…” she giggled out, anticipation worming its way into her stomach and sending a flight of butterflies fluttering within her.
Whiteberry Cookie just smiled and readjusted his grip, loosening juuust enough for Greenbell Cookie to squirm more freely. Then he attacked again, this time much more frantic in his movements, going from prodding to poking to quick little scribbles on her sides, back, belly, and any other ticklish spot he could reach. One could akin it to plucking the strings of a guitar or a harp.
Greenbell Cookie found herself unable to keep still whatsoever, giggles equally as frantic as her friend’s movements pouring out of her. Her limbs flailed about, knocking into her friend several times (of which she could only barely manage a quick apology before her laughter and sudden squeaks of surprise overtook her vocals again). She felt fingers gently prod and then quickly scribble on the left of her ‘ribs’ and she nearly started thrashing.
Eventually, she found herself with her back facing her friend (with every amount of care taken to accommodate her wings, which had lowered downwards instinctively to make way for his arms) and she soon came to a stark realization of what he had been trying to do. Her giggling died down to only slight tittering, but it was clear even the slightest tracing would still be enough to send her into near-hysterics. She could barely see her friend’s face from this angle but she could only imagine the look he had and that sent a flash of nervous anticipation shooting through her.
Whiteberry Cookie’s smile widened, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyecing before he closed them, expression turning serene. “Now, I have a certain tune I want to create in mind, but I don’t think either of us have an instrument right now…so you’re going to have to help me out,” he stated calmly, peeking open an eyecing and allowing his smile to grow once more. Then he hovered his hands over his friend’s stomach, flexing his fingers.
“EEK!” Greenbell Cookie found herself squeaking out before he even started tickling her again.
Whiteberry Cookie let out a startled laugh, fingers stopping their movements momentarily. “I haven’t even touched you yet!” he exclaimed, teasing pausing for a second.
The flower-inspired cookie felt her face redden and she struggled slightly to get her hands mobile enough to press them to her face. “Yohou knohohow I can’t hAHAndle teheheasing…” she mumbled, embarrassment amplified by her own statement. She had to stop being so transparent with what worked on her!
“Then I’ll get right on with it, if that’s what you want!” Whiteberry Cookie responded simply before bringing his fingers down onto his target before she could wriggle away.
Greenbell Cookie let out a brief shriek when she felt rapid scribbling on her belly, the fingers moving so fast they might as well have been vibrating. “NAHAHO!! Hahaohow is thihihis heHEHELPING?! YoHOHOU’RE JUST TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEE!” she struggled out, a wide smile becoming a constant staple on her jam-red face for the time being. “YOHOHOU-NAOHOHOHO!” She cut herself off when the rapid tickling moved up and down her sides, accidentally elbowing her friend in the midst of her squirming (even so, he didn’t slow just yet).
“You’re helping plenty! Listen, even your laughter is in-tune! Perfect for what I want to write!” Whiteberry Cookie said, switching tactics once more. He slowed down his movements, crossing his arms over his friend and moving his wiggling fingers into her underarms. Due to how he positioned himself, the flower-inspired cookie’s arms had no choice but to move upward, giving him ample access to the new spot.
“Ihihit’s NAHAHAT-!!” Greenbell Cookie tried to say, sputtering out into a collection of riveting high notes in the form of pitched squealing.
“Maybe I’ll use a red pen so I can be reminded of how red your face is! It’ll be more vivid that way for sure!”
Greenbell Cookie tried to say anything of note in response, but the only thing she could manage was another, “SHUHUHUSH!!” before dissolving back into laughter as her friend targeted her underarms, using a single finger to circle into her pits and occasionally wiggle as though he were scritching the chin of a bread dog. At this point, it seemed like all she could do was laugh.
Her laughter, despite her protests, did seem to change tune as the berry-infused cookie began using different tactics in session, leaning his head down with his eyecing closed as though he were concentrating.
A quick scribble to her underarms rewarded him with frantic, high-pitched giggles and rapid leg kicks.
A switch over to the dough of her belly gave mild hiccups in place of each inhalation.
A swirling of his fingers on her sides made peals of squealing.
“Perfect! I think I almost have it down now!” Whiteberry Cookie commented with a small, satisfied nod.
Greenbell Cookie could only continue the cycle of laughter, eyecing squinted shut as her face became redder with each comment.
Yet even as she was being mercilessly tickled, she still was able to think about Whiteberry Cookie’s first comment. It had been a while since they had done this. She had, embarrassingly enough, quite enjoyed those moments, especially the occasions where she was able to get her friend back. Those always dissolved into a ticklish back-and-forth filled with so much laughter it had made tears appear in both their eyecing.
The warmth from both the memories and the affection from her friend brought a new sensation of playful butterfly wings brushing against the inside of her dough, giving Whiteberry Cookie an even bigger advantage over her sensitivity. She felt…content. Happy.
This new feeling made an impact on her laughter, turning the tune up a notch and resulting in even happier high-pitched giggles. She was still squirming (she had always been a wriggler) but there was less fight to it now. If she had less energetic movements while being tickled, she would have sunk into him contentedly.
Whiteberry Cookie noticed the slight change and his smile briefly dipped further into fondness, tiding the mischief for a few seconds. Before the mischief took back over and he moved his criss-crossed arms down ever so slightly, running his fingers over his friend’s ribs. They moved with a scribbling, tracing flow as though he were strumming a harp and his musical prowess showed itself very clearly despite the fact that he had not touched an instrument in a while.
“I’m nahahat an instruMEHEHEHENT!!” Greenbell Cookie sputtered out, head falling back into her friend’s chest.
“I don’t know, you’re sure singing like one!” Whiteberry Cookie replied. “Maybe I should pick up the Greenbell Cookie rather than the Bud Bell again!” It was such a silly statement that it made both of them laugh (though one obviously much more than the other).
“Yohohou’re sohohoHAHAHA-” she tried to say ‘silly’, but once again she was interrupted by a sudden onslaught of clawing motions where gentle harp-playing had once been. And once again, any response she had was lost to laughter.
His tickling attacks continued, switching both seamlessly and abruptly in tactic, keeping her guessing and frantic in her laughter and movements. Much like his tendency to work on multiple things at once, he never stayed in one routine.
And throughout it all, Greenbell Cookie let her giggling and borderline shrieking go freely, her legs deciding to be the most mobile part of her with how hard they were kicking by this point.
Eventually though, Whiteberry Cookie slowed down his movements once again, mainly because he was just a little concerned at how red his friend’s face had gotten. He didn’t quite stop completely though and kept one hand drumming against the flower-inspired cookie’s stomach, the other one wandering off to occasionally wiggle a finger into the dough on her side. “You okay, Greenbell Cookie?” he asked, smile turning completely fond by this point.
“Yeahahah…I-EEK!-hehehe…” Greenbell Cookie managed to drag out, ending on a squeak then a string of giggles.
It was then that Whiteberry Cookie completely let up, releasing her and letting her ragdoll onto the grass. “…are you feeling better?” he asked, looking down at her while still sitting up.
Greenbell Cookie exhaled another set of breathy laughter. “Yehehes…” she wheezed out, eyecing having slipped shut as she rode out the residual giggles. “I thihink…I needed that…”
Whiteberry Cookie tilted his head slightly as he laid down next to her. “Well then, it’s a good thing I remembered how ticklish you are. Not that it would be easy to forget,” he lightly teased with a move to poke her side again.
Greenbell Cookie somehow sensed the motion and quickly opened her eyecing, snapping her head over to him, startling a laugh out of him. Then she cracked a smile and giggled at her own reaction. “Hey, you can be just as ticklish as me, so don’t start!”
“A little bit late for that, don’t you think?” Whiteberry Cookie asked with faux-innocence, though the illusion was ruined by the mildly teasing grin.
Greenbell Cookie pouted.
He chuckled at her.
She pouted harder.
Then her own comment made her perk up slightly, flipping her pout into a small smile. Which slowly but surely grew into a soft grin of her own. “Hey Whiteberry Cookie, do you want to know what my favorite part always was before?” she asked vaguely.
Whiteberry Cookie, having noticed her sudden facial change but not quite clocking what it meant yet, raised a brow with his mouth back to its neutral form. “Hm?”
Then his eyecing widened when he felt a poke to his side, body curving away from the offending appendage. His eyecing darted between her hand and her face.
“Revengeee…” Greenbell Cookie whispered in her most sinister voice (which sounded more like a mouse trying to sneak its way into a collection of cheese wheels). She giggled in spite of herself.
Before Whiteberry Cookie could sit up and perhaps attempt an escape, she briefly flew upwards, then landed just next to the top of his head, looking down at him like he had done to her prior. His widened eyecing stared back up at her.
“Greenbell Cookie.”
“Whiteberry Cookie.”
“You don’t have to-”
“Ohhh no! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” she said before he could defend himself, darting her hands down to his neck and wiggling her fingers into the space below his chin.
Almost immediately, her hands got trapped as Whiteberry Cookie’s shoulders hiked up in an unsuccessful attempt to protect his neck. Of course, it hardly helped and she resorted to light scritching where she could mobilize her fingers. “Greenbehehell Cohohookie…”
“How the tables turn, hm?” the flower-inspired cookie stated with a determined (and slightly smug) expression. She continued her light tickling, not having to adjust herself nearly as much as her friend did with her. Whiteberry Cookie had never been a squirmer, more inclined to scrunch and squish himself away from the offending tickles, even though it never worked in his favor. As an almost compliment to it, Greenbell Cookie was always gentle, never seeming too calculated in her attacks and always feathery in her movements.
Luckily for her, gentle tickles seemed to work better with Whiteberry Cookie.
“I wahahas juhuhust cheheheering yohohou up!” the berry-infused cookie protested, curling up his entire body to lie on his side, getting only a mild reprieve as Greenbell Cookie slipped her fingers out from beneath his chin.
“Well, allow me to return the favor!” she replied, moving herself to accommodate his new position and half-draping herself over him to gently squish his sides. Which rewarded her with a rather undignified, squashed-sounding laugh in comparison to his usual soft laughter. “Now who’s squashed?” she teased.
“Stihihill your clahahaouds!” Whiteberry Cookie responded, lighter laughter returning (though it was soon interrupted once again by another moment of squished giggles).
Greenbell Cookie’s smile morphed into a pout. Then it wobbled into another grin when she couldn’t keep it on her face any longer. “Okay, that’s it,” she declared, lifting her hands.
The berry-infused cookie’s eyecing widened. “Waihihit, Greenbehehell Cookie-” he started, before letting out a bout of half-suppressed laughter that ended up sounding like a prolonged snort.
Greenbell Cookie had placed one hand on each side of his overturned body, moving her fingers as though she were opening the world’s least secured jar of peanut butter. They twisted around in a rough circle while the tips traced in a flurry of movements right on the center of his stomach and just where his wings met on his back. This left him with nowhere to curl to escape, resulting in a trapped, shaking Whiteberry Cookie.
“GreehehenbEHEHELL COOKIE! I’m sohOHOHOrry!! Plehehease!” he pleaded, trying unsuccessfully to curl his head into his arms before the tickling movements on his back forced him to arch back. Then curl inwards because of the fingers on his stomach. Trapped, indeed.
“Then more tickles for you!” she pronounced, speeding up her movements for a second. Then she had a thought and switched to a gentle squishing motion on his belly and an agonizingly light scritching motion on the spots just below his wings, her experienced fingers able to perform two acts at once.
“AHEHEHE-! I chAHAHAHANGED my MIHIHIND! I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY!” Whiteberry Cookie quickly amended, pressing his hands against his forehead. His softer chuckles were quickly devolving into a collection of various sounds, the most prominent being half-snorts that he managed to make by trying to stop the action from happening with little success.
“You’re just saying that now!” Greenbell Cookie accused, not stopping her movements for a second.
“Nohohoho?” he tried, suppressing another snort when his friend wordlessly ran a single, scritching finger down his ‘spine’, stopping her fingers on his belly momentarily.
Greenbell Cookie decided to put a stop to that newfound habit, moving the hand that had been on his stomach over to his hip area while simultaneously tracing her hand up to his shoulder blades. Then she attacked with mirrored movements, wiggling two fingers into the hip she could reach and doing the same with his shoulder blades.
Whiteberry Cookie jolted, eyecing squinting shut as he arched his back, laughter starting out in his usual, melodic tone before being interrupted by the snorts he was now failing to stifle. There were a few squashed laughs here and there, only further encouraged by the attacks on his back and hips. Even his legs were starting to twitch with the want to kick out, instead muffled into a light cycling motion.
Greenbell Cookie listened to him for a moment, finding her own laughter starting to kick up again just from the sound of the other alone. She remembered now why it was so easy for her friend to turn the tables back on her even once she got the upper hand: she couldn’t help but laugh along with him, leaving her movements clumsy enough for just the right amount of time.
Though this time, it seemed like luck was on her side with no signs of a fight from her friend or another attempt to get back at her.
Instead, he just laid there on his side with laughter pouring out that was getting less and less restrained the longer it went on. (Truth be told, he had…also missed this. Perhaps just as much as his friend had. And after the rift incident, they both needed a revisit from one of their old playful habits.)
Eventually, the one-sided laugh-fest turned into a mutual cluster of giggles and snorts, Whiteberry Cookie still being on the receiving end, but getting more than a little break with how Greenbell Cookie’s tickling motions were becoming clumsier and clumsier until all she could do was squeeze his sides in small intervals. It soon ended with Greenbell Cookie draped over Whiteberry Cookie, who had returned to laying on his back. Both of them were giggling for a while before it petered out to soft breathing.
Greenbell Cookie didn’t bother rolling off of her friend, knowing that she didn’t weigh nearly enough to strain him. She just closed her eyecing contentedly and judging from the increasingly slow breaths the cookie beneath her was taking, he had done the same.
The breezes running over Windy Hill continued their path, both cookies silently appreciating the company of the other. Silently appreciating the unfortunate event that was far behind them now.
“This is going to happen more often now, I hope you know.”
i believe in ticklish chin Werewolf Cookie supremecy-
also these two...i love them so much-i can imagine only the softest and gentlest of comfort tickles with these two..
you know how people draw Clefable and Gengar as counterparts even though they have no canonical relation to each-other in the slightest? that’s Mime Jr and Banette for me :]
[coincidently, both groups consist of a ghost type and a fairy type sbshebend]
I can whisper to you and you burst out into the sweetest giggles? Adorable.
I can kiss behind your ear, and you squirm away? Adorable.
You can't handle a little nip to your ear because it tickles to much? Even more adorable.
If I blow into your ear you can't sit still? You guessed it— adorable.
Peppering little kisses on your ears and whispering coos into your ear while I'm at it? It's too ticklish for you to handle? You're flustered? Blushing? It's all too perfect.
