You know those videos all across YouTube that say “Try not to laugh”?
Well, what if one day, your ler decided to give you a challenge involving this “try not to laugh” scheme of theirs.
Naturally, being the stubborn and competitive brat you are, you accept. You already think you know where this was going to go and thought you had outsmarted the ler.
But of course, one can never outsmart the ler.
So while you two get all comfy and such in your places, you were expecting to be tackled and throw into a fit of laughter—but it didn’t come.
Instead, they pull out a laptop and search some “try not to laugh” videos on YouTube.
This surprises you and almost disappoints you that it wasn’t what you expected.
Apparently, they catch your shift in expression.
“What’s the matter?” They ask as though they had no clue.
Not wanting to say the truth, you just huffed in annoyance. “It’s nothing.”
Fortunate for you, they knew exactly the reason behind your sulky mood. But saying that would give away the surprise.
Trying so desperately hard to not smirk, they continue to search until they finally find a suitable video. It was something dumb and silly, but funny nonetheless.
Eventually you forget about why were sulking and enjoyed the video that played. There were a few parts that nearly had you, bursting at the seams, but you wouldn’t lose to the challenge so easily.
While you were busy focused on the video, you were completely oblivious to the pair of hands that inched closer and closer to your sides.
It wasn’t until you smiled at one of the videos that you felt a squeeze to your waist and let out a squeaky yelp.
Turning to your partner, you glared at them suspiciously, but all they gave you was an innocent smile and a confused look.
“What seems to be the problem?” They asked all sweetly, showing no sign of tickling you just seconds before.
But you knew something was up.
You returned your attention to the screen at hand, the small incident slowly fading from your mind. That was, until you felt the same tickling sensation crawl up your back and a flutter of fingertips along the back of your neck.
A shaky giggle slips out from your mouth as you lean away from the tickling touches and whipped your head to confront the suspect beside you.
“Thahat’s it! I know you’re—“
Just before you were able to ruin their plan, you were suddenly bombarded with attacks all around, preventing you from saying anymore.
Their fingers scribbles and scratched all over the sensitive skin of your tummy and sides, making sure to scurry up and dig into those ribs of yours. They squeezed and pinched your hips that twisted and wiggled in the spot to shake off the appending tickles.
You squealed loudly, laughing and giggling uncontrollably from the tickling. Nibbles and raspberries tickled your neck horribly as the ler buried their face into its crook. You could practically feel their smirk brushing along your skin.
“You wanted this all along didn’t you?
I saw that sulky expression of yours when realized I wasn’t going to tickle you.
It was so hard to hold myself back from attacking you right then and there..
It was only a matter of minutes before I unleashed my plan.
Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting some tickles, now.
Lying will only make it worse.. or shall I say, better for you?”
By now, your face was already the color of those dastardly raspberries they kept blowing against your neck.
It was embarrassing enough to know you got played badly, but to be called out for wanting and expecting tickles just added more to the embarrassment.
Having no energy to fight back, you curled up as much as you could (which wasn’t much) and accepted the tickling, laughing your head off until you were on the brink of passing out from the lack of oxygen. You giggled from the phantom touches along your body as you laid limp in your spot.
The ler shook their head with a chuckle and brushed their fingers through your hair, helping you calm down and enjoying the soft giggles that escape from your ticklish form.
“Let’s play again next time ~.”
