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BLEACHERS

cg!ler!sodani x little!lee!reader

Warning: tickling, raspberries, slight mention of blood (reader having a scrapped knee)

Bleachers - Full circle boys

“Why can’t you drive? I wanna be in the back with y/n”, Dani pouts from the driver’s seat. It was the routine spiel when Dani was put as the chauffeur. She’ll complain on how she wanted to be in the back, cuddled with you and was jealous of Sophia constantly coddling her favorite baby.

“Then pull to the side, I’ll drive.”, Sophia offers confidently, despite not having a drivers license, and with Dani unable to pull over from driving on a hill.

“No! Then you’ll play sad music and I’ll end up falling asleep too.”, Dani moderates her tone, making sure it wasn’t too loud to wake you up from your nap.

It was a sunny afternoon, the first sight of sun after weeks of gloomy weather. Clear indicator that your regression was much better being around them. Napping on Sophia’s lap while her delicate nails roam to your scalp was what made the trees grow and the sun get hotter (as said by Lara). Overall when you regressed around them you were bubblier. You were out of your shell of the timid hermit crab personality you normally had.

The girls haven’t seen you in weeks following their performing and hectic traveling schedules. You’ve been able to manage your regressed weekends, Manon making sure groceries were sent each weekend of your frozen foods. Having time slots at night where you’ll video chat them, coloring your pages and rambling of the shows you’ve watched. The last two weeks it’s been baking shows nonstop, that you were begging to Manon and Megan to make brownies.

In which Sophia was questioning why you wanted the two people that were banned from cooking to do baking.

As you were content with your regression being at home Sophia was ready the moment she reached back to LA. Time for fun outings and being active. Sophia didn’t want you to stay home for too long, that you’ll grow back to old habits into isolation. The next day of her returning back she dragged Dani into a last minute trip to a private park, being away from the public eye for the weekend.

“Y/n~, wake up.”, You felt a pair of soft lips press to your cheeks. As a magic trick your eyes open, rubbing them with your long sleeve to see clearly. The tired energy was drained out when you saw a playground. It took a matter of them forgetting to put the parental control lock that you sprinted out of the car to the patch of wood chips.

“Park!”

“Wait! Wait for us we don’t want you to get hurt.”, Sophia couldn’t raise her voice from the vocal training she had this morning.

“I’ll watch them if you wanna set the table.”, Dani says, as Sophia agrees with a nod. You headed to the swings, waiting patiently for Dani to come around and push you.

“Dani!”, You repeat her name as a stim. Wiggling your feet, calling her name until she arrived to her knees from the running. Being talkative was another trait of being a fond of them being your caretakers. The burst of energy came from Sophia giving you a few sips of her coffee. To the most part Sophia was the strict caretaker, but she was just like the other five. The one who couldn’t say no to your precious smile.

“I’m coming Bebe. Ready for me to push you?”, Dani stands behind, hands clutching the railings. You were ready, but with your sides unguarded she decided to be a tad bit evil.

She delivers the first few pokes to your side.

“Danieheheheh!!”, Your hands cling to your sides after being glued to the warm rails. You giggles, feeling Dani’s body from behind. She made sure your back was protected when being tickled. Your new trait when regressed was squirming hard you’ll fall off your seat.

“You ready Bebe? You have to hold on.”, Dani went on putting your hands back on the railing, then tickling your sides seconds later. Soon in the repeated motion several times for good measure to hear your giggles.

“Hold on. Count to three and I’ll go as high as I can.”, With each count she got higher, then letting go and having your fun with the high altitude.

Sophia occupied the concrete tables with a red blanket, setting a picnic basket she stole from back home. That contained the sandwiches she made, apple juices, orange slices Lara was able to cut up in the morning. Then Dani’s bag with her items but also your coloring books and crayons.

“Don’t go too high y/n!”, Focusing on her voice instead of your feet you jumped up, fingers disconnecting from the sides as you landed knees first on the wood chips. In the exact same moment they long jumped their way into the play area. In your mind it looked much faster, thinking they had the power of speed.

“y/n! Baby!”

Sophia managed to cry first, wanting you to lay on her chest and let her coddle you. Dani stared at her, already done for her over dramatic crying. From your joyous glee and clapping you seemed to be fine. The caregiver held a lot of empathy that a simple paper cut would make her cry the tears for you. Dani wiped the wood chips off your knee, then having to wipe Sophia’s tears with her sleeves.

“Enough crying, you big baby.”, Dani teases, getting Sophia to be pouty but still teary eyed. You laughed at Dani’s lighthearted insult, as she mocks being appalled that you’ll take her side.

“Oh? You think this is funny?”, Sophia judges, but takes a nice scribble to your tummy. Being in your needed headspace you were much more ticklish. Before your mind resorted to laughter it had to override with energy first.

“Come back here!”, A faint demand comes from the beauty in the dark curls. She runs first, then Sophia chases after.

“The tickle monsters aren’t done with you.”

Dani managed to match your speed quickly, feeling her get closer and closer. That’s when the excitement of wanting to lose caught up to you. The sprints were slowing down, and when you were serious about running again Dani carried you. Sophia stopped running earlier, knowing eventually you’ll tire yourself out. She got a blanket from the backseat, a comfy blue colored one to bring to the grass for Dani to set you down in.

“Phia! Phia!”, You reach your arms, noticing Sophia from afar grabbing your stuffie and a small pillow to the blanket bed.

“You wanna go to Phia? Let’s go!”, She spins you around a few times, whooshing you a few steps down to meet her. Dani was happy you wanted to go to her, she felt her muscles tense up over carrying you for so long. There was an easier solution of her just putting you down to ease her aching muscles, but you were too spoiled that she wanted to see that bright smile go on for ages.

“Lay here, I made a spot for you.”, Sophia pats the blanket, setting aside your stuffed elephant. Dani parked you to the spot making sure your dirty shoes didn’t touch the soft material. Since you were settling in, hugging your stuffie and calming down of the unexpected sugar rush they were finally able to take care of you.

“Your knee is bleeding Bebe.”, Dani notices from accidentally having her hands touch the danger zone. As your knees were the cushion to your fall they were heavily scrapped and bleeding. To your amusement the lively sounds of Dani’s acting of being the tickle monster had you distracted from the splat of blood to your knees. “I’ll fix it up for you.”

All with Dani getting a first aid kit from the back seat Sophia was feeding you. Making sure to keep you distracted from any small pain of Dani brushing the alcohol wipes to your knees. You were being fed your sandwich, chips, and fruit. When you finished each section Sophia rewarded you to a soft poke to your side or wiggling her fingers to your armpits.

“Such a bubbly baby today.”, Sophia compliments, squishing your half filled cheeks of powdered donuts she had saved for dessert.

“Phia! Phia!”, You kept saying, not shouting as you were naturally soft toned.

“What do you need baby? You want water?”, You shook your head over her assumption.

Even when regression hits you were still regularly shy in asking for tickles. It didn’t make sense, tickles are fun. It should be easy to ask for them. In your mind when tickles was what you wanted to eased into rubbing your tummy. To Sophia, she didn’t know of the trait, since she loved reading your mind and tickling you.

“You want us to tickle you again?”, Dani seemed sure, as you gleamed with happiness. Swear to the both of them they’ve never seen such a delighted reaction from you.

“Okay, we’ll go nice and slow.”, So Sophia thought.

“I’m not.”, Dani being the opposite and bear clawing to your sides. Then scribbling around the tummy to get some well deserved laughs from you. Sometimes during your regression you craved the soft tickles that helped drift to sleep. Wide awake you enjoyed being tickled silly, being stuck in a tickle pile by Sophia and Dani.

“Daniehehehehe!!”, Your body squirmed around. Sophia being the attentive one during the attack to make sure your head stays on the pillow.

“Dani! Be careful, poor baby is already hurt.”, She pouts, being the overprotective caregiver next to her wild card caregiver. In having to be one to protect you she did feel left out in watching Dani look freakishly adorable tickling you. Her silly facial expressions, fingers lifting up and down again before it all blends to your ticklish ribs.

She wanted to get on the fun too.

“Phia! Phia!”, Your stims get Sophia out of a smiley gaze.

“Aw, you want both of us to tickle you?”, Dani adores it all, looking at Sophia to copy her reaction. To took seeing her favorite people to pounce onto the action, her fingers fluttering to your neck. All with the second girl tickling your armpits.

“DANIIHEHEHE!!”

The two switched off on doing the sounds, doing rawr sounds when tickling your tummy. It was a habit that Megan started doing, creating cooky sounds when tickling you to hear your laughter get higher. Even if you constantly deny they have the witness of Dani who was also tickling you to back up the story.

“Rawr! Rawr!”, Sophia tries, her words being a tickle spell for Dani. She was trying to get you to laugh with tummy tickles, but hearing Dani’s infectious laughter turned into a double laughing fit. Sophia was wondering if the heat had gotten to Dani, since she was wearing a jacket.

“Why are you laughing? I’m not tickling you.”, Sophia has a puzzling look, her doe eyes being the prominent look. Still, she was left with no response and her fingers drilled into Dani’s sides for not being fast enough. Then back at you for laughing at Dani at laughing at Sophia.

“Why are you being a bear? The tone was a dinosaur.”

“I did dinosaur!”

“That was not a dinosaur!”

It was a quick break of tickling for them to bicker what sound a dinosaur makes. Which seemed sillier in your tiny mind. That they’ll be serious over a dumb topic and then it turns into a tickle fight. Where Sophia wins with how ticklish Dani’s hips are. As a tiny distraction you try to escape from the two tickle monsters that were busy arguing about stupid antics.

“Where are you going??”

“You’re not going anywhere.”, Sophia pulls you back down, mixing the tummy scribbles with Dani. Your body curled up, having Dani bringing it back down to give you raspberries on your tummy. It was a lots of crazy tickles around, until they decided to cobble to your neck at the same time. All with Sophia to poke around your sides, as you thought it was Dani.

“HeheheDanii!”, You giggle, slapping the right side of you that belonged to Dani. Not realizing it was Sophia letting on those pokes. It ended shortly with a a peck of kisses, easing your sparked up body from the tickles.

“Mami…tired…”, Your eyes get heavy, stretching your arms to the brunette Latina. She was the first to hold you and lay down so you’ll nap on her chest. Instantly you fall asleep, the second nap of the day, but when you were back to normal sleep wasn’t in your routine.

“No fair! She’s my baby, I wanna hold her.” Pinching your cheeks, holding your hand to ensure extra safety in your nap.

“You held her in the car, I want my moment.”, Dani rubs your back, watching your sleepy face feel content near her. You weren’t going to be a sleepy cub all day, knowing you’ll get another energy spin seeing Lara and Megan. Right now, with the wind blowing and birds chirping, they made sure this was the last time they keep you isolated.

[mickeytheticklee]

Executive dysfunction has my ass but I managed to get one thing done

[mickeytheticklee]

cavity !

ler!megan x lee!tmasc!reader

Warnings: Tickling, hella raspberries, tummy appreciation to the max

an: originally this fic had a different plan but I wasn’t fucking with it so I had to change it

A nice breeze came into a city after a hot day. Palm trees rustling, the sounds of dogs parking outside, how you loved that the city was never quiet. You hated the silence, you were more fond of the chaos. But you were happy to be home, in Megan’s home. In her room more specifically.

It was officially the group’s week long break after the hectic promo of Pinky Up. You planned weeks ahead of visiting Megan. That it was only meant to be a simple hangout and cuddling, a possible sleepover if her mother allowed. She was able to get that sleepover she wanted, adding on an extra day. You’ve been at her house in total four days.

Maybe a total of five as her mother was cooking dinner later. Which meant you were eating good, but will eventually fall into a food coma in Megan’s bed. If that was the case then you needed to get all your energy out before the night ends of falling asleep being the tiny spoon with Megan.

Both of you were getting ready in the afternoon. Megan getting her makeup done in her room, you figuring out an outfit in the bathroom. You had one set of an outfit, assuming you were visiting Megan for a night. But now you were stealing her clothes and seeing what fits. There wasn’t much to work with just one belt in total and a mismatch of jeans that either fit you or don’t. The top half wasn’t an issue, you can easily pick out an old crop top and hat in the dark depths of her closet. You decided to say fuck it and have on Megan’s denim jeans, black belt strapped up to your waist. She went with her sweats, guessing that she was heading to dance.

You returned back to Megan’s room with a final cut of your fit. She was doing her makeup, doing a trial and error of her style. It was in between her edgy style or a basic bare face with cat eyeliner. You surprised her from behind, trying to have your hand cover her face without touching the powder she was applying. In an attempt to be funny you didn’t notice Megan was on call the entire time with Lara. They were both doing their makeup in plans to hang out.

“Oh shit, I did not know you were on call.”, You said, scooting behind Megan sitting in the chair. You gave a quick wave to Lara over the phone, having your tall figure only show the neck down but not your face. Feeling embarrassed you tried to get out of frame, trying to exit and give your girlfriend some rightful privacy. In a small glimpse Megan catches your tummy from the screen, eyes widening and looking behind.

You’ve been on low dose testosterone for awhile, so your body had undergone a few changes. It was normal that your cravings had your body changing, that you were growing a soft pudge with tiny hairs underneath the belly button. It was becoming a new territory for you that softly you wanted to do exposure therapy to get confident. To show that you had a belly and loved it. That you loved that it stood out from your crop top, jiggled whenever you poked it, it looked scrumptious enough to squeeze. Your new tummy was basically an invisible but visible target for tickles.

When Megan took another look, having to spin around in her chair to see you saw the gleam in her eyes. It was as if she was staring at the holy grail. That angels would sing and harps would play in the background for such a beautiful tummy you had. You’ve never seen Megan’s face so blown out, so expressive with joy that it concerns you.

“Meg are you okay??”, You laugh, seeing her face go red, smiling so hard you can tell her cheekbones were on fire. Sure, Megan was a flustered gal but she had a reason. She couldn’t even admit to you why her mind was in pieces from your tummy, even from wearing her clothes to show it off.

“No I’m not!!”, Megan says, being honest and dropping her head to her knees. Her actions flew over your head of the cause of her body physically melting over the sight of you. You thought she was overwhelmed, overstimulated, not that she was close to crashing out over your tummy.

“There there Megan.”, You pat her back, as her back shot right back up. Her face remained incredibly pink, but at least her demeanor was calm. “Did you want me to get you anything babe?”, You ask, a slight worry coming in your voice as Megan gave a reassuring smile to you.

“I’m fine.”, You felt her hand creep to your waist, wanting you closer. As the dramatic fall happened Lara was in the restroom. She wasn’t able to tease Megan on her flushed out face, or tell that you were the reason behind her unpredictable behavior. Lara was sensing the gay behavior when you mentioned leaving soon to hang with your friends.

“I gotta leave soon to meet up with my friends.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”, Megan says, not in a possessive way, more playful. Flirty, but giggling afterwards from how you couldn’t take her seriously. She played this tug of war game before, saying you couldn’t leave but couldn’t give an answer to why. Then you gave her kisses and she would tell you to have a great time.

“Do you want a kiss before I leave?”, You ask, seeing the pout on her lips. You were still not finding the target to her clinginess, even if she found yours with a small poke to your belly button.

“You’re still not going anywhere.”, A giggle followed after Megan’s order. Her other arm came around to your stomach, doing a few kisses. You pushed her head off, being careful to not smudge her finished makeup look. It became clear to her intentions, or the extent of her being in a cuddly tickle mood. Not that you would pry her head off from nuzzling in your tummy.

“Megan! You’re still on call with Lara!”, You squeal, but you can feel her laughs vibrating on your tummy. Lara wasn’t phased by the typical gay shit you two were always on. Megan would be having tickle attacks with you while Lara would be five feet away mastering her music.

“I can end the call if you two are busy.”, Lara explains, doing her eye makeup. You didn’t want the call to end, now feeling Megan’s hands squeeze and probe at your squishy sides. The saxophones were getting louder at her giddy smiles adored your tummy. The only thing holding her sparking energy and your exposed tummy was Lara.

It was just this once Lara did not have your back.

“Lara! Lara!”, The call drops, and with a quick second Megan’s carries your body like a sack of potatoes, launching you into the bed. You thought you could thug it out, wrestle back, but you were tackling the new and approved Megan who’s been dancing and going to the gym. Yea you weren’t winning this time.

“Time to finally see what I was in a wreck over.”, Megan admits, her hands having to pin your wrists to your sides. Getting what she wants she nuzzles your tummy, giving soft kisses around with raspberries to get you to laugh. It was bad that your hands were stuck with Megan, that you couldn’t hide your flustered self while Megan got what she wanted. You did say you wanted confidence in showing your tummy.

“MEGANMEGANSHAHAHA!!”, You kick your feet in laughter, having the strength to defeat Megan’s teases. But when you looked down you saw Megan in such glee over seeing your tummy, making sure no spot isn’t peppered, isn’t nuzzled on with her nose. Apart of this confidence program meant having to deal with Megan’s newfound obsession.

“MEGANLLLEETMEGOO!!”, You plead, kicking your feet more, thinking Megan will think it’s enough proof you were accepting ticklish defeat. She gave it thought, then saw the true happiness of a tummy right in front of her. She’ll pass in trying to listen to you.

“Hm, no.”, Her voice stays soft, gentle, contradicting the big raspberry she did right in the center of your tummy. Right where the pudge reigned. Now covered in the dark tint of her lipstick and powder that seared opposite of your darker toned stomach.

“MEGANNSTAWWP!!”, You add on in your mixture of giggles, but stopping the trickling tries of getting her off your stomach. You laid there in your ticklish bliss, looking down to see Megan going softer on the kisses, holding your waist and just wishing to use your stomach as a pillow. It was a lighthearted moment, you patting her head but feeling her fingers swirl to your sides.

It was deliberate she had you squirm, pinning your arms a second to get your crop top raised higher to your ribs. What was better than a happy trail? A spectacle of hair above the tummy. All you can tell that Megan was ready to kiss all these new spots.

“MEGANMEGANSHOO!”, You tried to get your tied up fingers to point a different direction. Wanting her to shoo her direction off of your tummy. All the results had was Megan not being amused by your fancy language.

“But look at your perfect tummy. Why would anyone ignore it?”, Her teases making you squirm under her. Knowing how stuck you were she did another big raspberry to your stomach, her hands tickling your sides that you would feel extra appreciative of her tickles. As if it wasn’t showing by the laughs overtaking your screams.

“HAHAHAMEGGAN!!”, Another screech came again. It’s was just Megan’s name on loop that you were able to yell out. She let up, if you were going to see your friends in about an hour she needed to wipe that stupid smile off your face. If she didn’t you’d be having that exact same grin all day, and your friends would know exactly why.

“Alright, I’ll stop being mean.”, Megan does one last soft kiss to your lips. She tugged your arms forward to get your exhausted body up. But instead you went back down, arms raised up with an inch of tummy peeking out. All the energy you had in preparing an outfit and getting ready to leave was on halt by being tickled.

“I thought you were getting ready to leave.”, Megan jokes at your limp body in her bed. She joined you, lying back in her bed, to the side of her chin resting on her hand. It was clear you both were on the same page of your important unimportant plans.

“That was before you tired me out with tickles. Unless that was your plan all along?”, You question Megan as she had her amused smile, tongue slicking to the front of her teeth. No remorse of her silly games, but she was grateful that it worked. That she can trap you with a hug, smooching your face all over, giving a few stingy tickles to your sides.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”, Her eyes darted to you, being squished close to her.

[mickeytheticklee]

MICKEYYYYY THIS IS BESTIE ANON RAAAAAAH

IM ALSO TRANS MASC but I was nervous to say it and put it in requests 😓 BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY THAT I CAN REQUEST SOME TRANS MASC STUFF IN THE FUTURE???

-bestie anon

BESTI ANON HEYYYY!! How you are doing?? It’s been so long!

pls request trans masc stuff!!

[mickeytheticklee]

SECOND EPISODE OF TICKLE PODCAST IS HERE!!

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Very big ass rant down below:

Gonna say one last thing before I don’t post for a couple of days (bc autistic burnout cuz I’m going to work) but it’s very important that people start to clock how bad this hiatus will get bc of that Europe tour. Announcing a tour when there’s open evidence of how poorly injured and overworked these girls are is just heinous.

Manon’s hiatus isn’t bad bc it’s forced, it’s bad bc it’s noticeable that it’s been deliberate. You don’t need to rely on Reddit theories or Twitter to notice that it’s been Hybe and geffin’s plan for a while to erase Manon out the group. Hearing the saxophones from her being at Coachella and not performing when there’s a pic of her at the studio and yet she’s not in Pinky Up. Mind you, chances are she’s not going to be on the EP.

Regardless of whatever reason it doesn’t matter if hybe isn’t advocating for Manon being in Katseye unless it’s to save hybe’s image. Being so quick to change articles claiming she’s still in the group but not doing anything but milking ot5 pictures and content. People get so close to understanding her hiatus is a company issue and not between her members but then yall lose the point so fast.

The hiatus isn’t hard to dissect, people just don’t want to see the other members as victims. People spent their whole years perceiving them as villains to where detaching that title is impossible for some reason. For me it’s not crazy since I’ve been fixated on kpop for so long to realize kpop company mistreating their member out of racism and putting the other members under the bus to save their own ass is not common. But not everyone is into kpop, totally fine, but understanding the context of how the kpop industry is in terms of mismanagement will make you take off the rose colored glasses.

Katseye’s image besides showcasing how close they are and how funny they are is that they have more freedom compared to their kpop counterparts. They can date whoever, cuss, party, give the illusion that they can do whatever in their music careers and that being in hybe is a walk in the park. The facade of them being chronically online that it makes people confused of why they aren’t speaking up about Manon. Don’t get it twisted these girls are under multi billion dollar companies that are strict and strategical. When the first teaser for Pinky Up everyone was running their ass to Hybe then hours later Manon messaged on Weverse saying oh we’re in good discussions with the company.

Mind you, when the hiatus was first mentioned it was health reasons, not for contract negotiations. Which that shows that there’s something Hybe is hiding from us. Which in my theory (to take with a grain of salt pls) is that they’ve been wanting to put Manon on a hiatus for a while, possibly way before February they were just waiting on the time to do so.

Manon’s mistreatment is still very much a tale of how black women are treated and are invisible to the music industry despite being the backbone of it all. But it’s genuinely fucked up how they used Manon for Dream Academy traction and once these girls are pivoting in their careers they’re thinking of discarding Manon that is fucked up.

Besides discussing all this because it’s been ingrained in my mind for damn near a few weeks I’m saying this because shits gonna go downhill possibly. I don’t know if it’s the Twitter hate train but I’m so tired of bitches seeing the mistreatment right in front of their fucking faces and still choosing to blame the rest of the members. Please use yall brains and stop believing in stupid misinformation!!

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Idk if my audience on this account is transmasc bc im a transmasc on t but a fic of tmasc reader being insecure of their tummy since they’re on t so ler!megan does raspberries…just a thought…im logging off

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Year 3000

cg!ler!maphinz x little!lee!megan

warnings: small blurb, sort of made this to try writing something new, tickling, fluff, this is an age regression fic

Year 3000 - Jonas Brothers

Megan had only mentioned her regression once, never bringing it up again by how embarrassed she was.

When it came to those long rehearsals, hours of practice, amount of fatigue from jet lag her body was out of it. Her mental was out of it. Rest day comes and she spent her time sleeping, or in her actual mind she was regressed.

The members couldn’t notice it until after Megan mentioned it one emotional night. Now they saw from Megan’s phone being on do not disturb, the stock of chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese, sounds of cartoons playing from her iPad. It all made sense of why she stayed isolated in her room. She didn’t want the others to know, to make weird assumptions of her regression. Even if their thoughts were far from her doubts, that they rather take care of her rather than let her be alone when she was little.

Manon and Sophia were most attentive to it. The nights where she was silent, that she spoke in nods or in text. That she kept biting her nails so she wouldn’t grasp her lips to her thumb around them. The constant need of rubbing her tummy to soothe her nerves. When the day came to her regression they visited, easing Megan to warm up to them. That way she’ll feel safe, much happier, and wouldn’t rely on technology to help her regression.

It was early afternoon, Megan was coddled in bed. She held tightly to her plush, watching low stimulation cartoons as her routine. As afternoon settled, light shifting to another side of the curtain something else shifted in her stomach. A loud growl, followed by another. That was the sign of lunch, time for her to put the Mac and cheese and nuggets in the microwave and settle to her nest. But opening the door she was met with a bowl nearby, a cooked meal with a spoon, napkins, and sippy cup of apple juice.

“Is she going to take it?”, Manon whispers from the couch, bodies going still when they heard the door open.

“Ssh!”, Sophia sushes her, that way Megan doesn’t scurry off when they appear. They hear the bowl being picked up, and soon the door shut. Both of them silently cheered at the win of Megan trusting them. Food was always a way to win her heart but there was a challenge for her to strive away from the usual snacks.

They checked on her later, entering the room softly, Manon doing two knocks to the door to get her attention away from the iPad. Megan was snuggled up, in her matching pink pajamas with hello kitty on them. Hair tied in a low ponytail as she hated whenever the strands landed in her eyes. There was a soft glow in the bask of darkness in the room. The happy energy that Megan was regaining back being little. That her activities were recharging her energy until she has to step in the real world again.

“Hi Mei Mei.”, Sophia’s voice becomes low and softens, giving herself distance from Megan so she wouldn’t be intimidated. When Megan regressed it was by herself, the routine. Having new guests over during this vulnerable period was new but had a mixture of feelings clogged in her head. She scooted back, away from Sophia’s hand and curled into a ball. The iPad she held was snuggled in her chest, resumed to her cartoons at a low volume.

“Scary…”, Megan mumbles under her breath. Her mind was used to the isolation, that the members would go about their day while her mind went small. In her mind she wanted to adjust to only Sophia and Manon, letting them inside her bubble of magic. There was a darkness in the back of her mind that they’ll tease her, think it’s weird, even when both of them were crouching down to not seem as tall and scary.

“Don’t be scared, we wanna cuddle Mei.”, Manon says, feeling bad at Megan’s flinches when Manon tries to fix her hair. Soon Megan feels a finger to her soft cheek, cooling her frustrated brain. Her eyes were lidded, in a daze when Manon continued on stroking her cheek. The knuckle of her fingers traveling to the chin, down to her arms to the palm in tiny circles. Suddenly they saw the ticket to Megan warming up to them.

“She’s warming up Manon.”, A glint came to Sophia’s eyes. Megan was a cuddly girl, she clung to them when her body felt exhausted and her eyes were droopy. Shes never experienced the warm touch of one of the members when regressed, just her soft stuffie she had on standby. Finally feeling it had her melting, soft hums escaping from her lips as eventually Megan got closer to her head to rest on Manon’s chest.

“Sophia, don’t you care start crying.”, Manon steers her head to her. She found the bonding moment to be endearing that tear ducts were forming. They both crawled into Megan’s bed, snuggling in between her. In her mind it merely looked like two giants surrounding her, as Megan seemed squished in the middle. But she liked the pressure, it made her feel safe that Sophia and Manon were around.

The show continued on, both of them focused and content on the small iPad. Sophia sneaked in a few kisses to Megan’s forehead. Manon’s light touch was around her palm, light touches to ground Megan during her regressed time. The other arm was rubbing her tummy, the typical habit she did to soothe. It did mean something else, a subtle habit when Megan wanted tickles.

Sophia nails lightly grazed over Megan’s neck, with a nice squeaky giggle coming out. Her nails were much longer than Manon’s so the touch the intensely ticklish instead of relaxing. When she tickles slightly under the chin she felt Megan’s feet kick under the covers.

“I see our little Mei hasn’t changed, she’s still our ticklish baby.”, Sophia smiles, having her two fingers walk down to her stomach. Megan’s body tensed up, having a few giggles etched out of anticipation. Sophia messed with her with the tiptoeing of her fingers. Going down to Megan’s ticklish tummy, closer to the belly button, the one spot Megan freaked out on. Then soon passing the belly button and going around. All with her shrieks and squirms that Manon held her down gently.

“I think we won Megan’s heart with tickles.”, Manon notices, seeing a hint of joy glistening in Megan’s eyes. Ears perking up, that Megan was starting to feel relaxed around them. But also relaxing more during her regression.

The tickling lasted for just that moment, Sophia didn’t want to go overboard and let it hurt Megan. Especially now that she opened up to her and let into her space. The tummy rubs came back, followed by Megan leaning to her to catch her attention.

“What’s wrong Mei? Are you getting warm? Do you need a snack?”, Sophia asks out of concern by Megan’s whines. Manon paused the show to check on her, rubbing her shoulders to calm her mind down. They both thought her mind must’ve been in circles about responsibilities again, all for it to be a completely different subject.

“Tickles…”, Megan says faintly, whining side to side to see which one will tickle first.

“You want tickles?”, Manon asks to clarify, in which Megan nodes, her mess of hair sticking to her face. It took Megan being in her soft space to admit she wanted tickles. She didn’t have to sprint seven miles being chased by Dani to admit tickle was what she desired. Bringing it up in her soft voice brung up enough traction to get what she wanted.

“Let’s get you all comfortable and cozy for tickles.”, Sophia fluffs the pillows for her to lay on. Already a few fingers from Manon were gliding to Megan’s side and back. A squirm came out, being able to stop Manon’s powers of making any touch from her side and stomach ticklish. The Filipina was agitated by her impatience of getting Megan settled before starting the tickles.

“Manon~”, Sophia whines at Manon’s eagerness to tickle Megan. They both seemed to be in their own world of giggles. Manon tickling the lower back when Megan rolled over, then towing her body to the other side for tummy tickles. On the other side it was Sophia organizing her pillow and stuffies to ensure Megan’s tickling experience was fun.

“I’m sorry, those whiskers dimples are a weakness.”, Manon cups Megan’s cheek, outlining the wrinkle to her upper cheeks. Eyes squinted, smiling as hard as she could from the mixture of affection from the two. Having the face that needed to be smothered with soft kisses all around her face, including where her whisker dimples resided.

Hearing the soft giggles in every kiss Sophia grew jealous by the lack of attention she was getting. Feeling left out when she’s been the main tickle monster when Megan wasn’t little. When Manon was busy planting soft kisses to Megan’s face an unexpected placement of fingers landed to her sides. Then to the center of her stomach with soft tickles. Megan nestled into Manon’s chest in fits of giggles, trying to hide from the woman behind scribbling her nails on her pale tummy.

“You can’t hide from me and your ticklish tummy~”, Sophia teases, hearing the muffled laughter from her. Megan finally released herself from Manon’s chest, her hair scruffy with her face red as a tomato. The body language was clear of more tickles. That whenever Megan wanted more she gave direct eye contact to one of them. Sophia does a trail of tickles again to her tummy, seeing Megan latch onto Manon for a second time.

“I want cuddles too Meg. Why does she get all of them?”, Sophia pouts, but Manon sticks her tongue out while gushing at Megan. Her cheeks were squished, happiest smile alive with Sophia sneaking in neck tickles for her to move to the other side.

“Maybe try kissing her cheeks first.”, Manon suggested, planting a soft one on Megan’s scalp. Say no less if the way of her winning Megan’s affection was kisses.

It started with one, then three, then as many as she could in a span of seconds, kissing all over Megan’s blushed face. Then envolving in a mess of ticklish kisses around her neck that she was wanting to squirm away from. All until Sophia held her closely so she wouldn’t run away from the kisses peppering around under her chin and on her neck.

“I’ll let you go as soon as I get all my kisses in.”, Sophia says, doing it one by one, then blasting a raspberry to her neck. Sophia made sure she wasn’t going in too tightly, that Megan could have wiggle room to leave. From the soft kisses on her cheek and neck from Sophia, the interlocking of fingers from Manon she didn’t want to leave. She felt it was best to be around them.

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Hey, just curious about what you’ve got in the drafts right now? Xx

The top 3 I’ve been debating on finishing

One I’m halfway finished, the two two I started a bit

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CHAT EPISODE ONE IS HERE

Sorry that I had to put it on YouTube, Tumblr got beef with me since this video is eleven minutes long. Anyways enjoy and discuss (there isn’t much to discuss lowkey)

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I totally forgot I think two weeks back I did a voice note on my phone discussing what Katseye fits send me into a Lee mood but idk if I’ll be posting that

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yt man on a podcast talking out of his ass about Manon and wants to be claimed credible out of leaking Megan’s priv and having photos that only proved they stopped being friends before the beginning of the year. To summarize he doesn’t know shit besides what people already know, and what possible tea going on is prob about why megan stopped fw him

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The Mei Mei tummy awwwwee

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Do it like that

cg!ler!meilani x little!lee!reader

warning: tickling, this is an age regression fic if you don’t like don’t read pls, this is the first time writing something like this bare with me, I kinda didn’t add what age reader regressed to

Do it like that - txt

It happened on weekends much like clockwork. Long week of close to ten hour shifts, terrible sleep schedule, having to last all day of feeling sweaty and wondering if your deodorant was going to fall in effect. As soon as you returned home, smelling Sophia’s home cooked meal or smelling fresh clean laundry your mind slipped. Your head was fuzzy, filled with vibrant colors, both magical yet overwhelming. You’d curl up in your usual spot on the couch until Sophia notices your home, helping you wash up and changed in your ultra soft pajamas that were still warm in the dryer. Then letting you hug on your stuffie as you eat your meal, collectively watching your favorite movies and easing you to sleep.

That was the routine every weekend, but when a few changes counter the routine you’re met with intense panic.

Sophia texted you in the beginning of the week that her, Manon, and Yoonchae were heading out for the weekend for a private schedule. She knew of your routine and was going to sent in Megan and Lara to be your caregivers for the night. Even with her backup plan your mind was spiraling. You wanted Sophia and Manon around, they took care of you the most when you were little. You spent the nights having Manon visit and all three of you making cookies, or ending the night with Manon telling her stories about being in Switzerland.

It wouldn’t be the same. All the members were aware of your regression, but you were used to Sophia and Manon. Without them all you wanted to do was cry and throw your feet up in hopes their nurturing senses will kick in and save you. All until your tears are replaced with content and giggles. You needed to think rationally, giving the others a chance even if your mind said no. So you spent the next few days in preparation for when your little space came. Shopped for your safe snacks and meals, room clean with your stuff animals lined up, laundry done. There was a cost to your extra preparation, that all these tasks plus working wore you out.

By Friday afternoon it dropped, being much earlier than the usual 5pm on the dot. You woke up from your morning nap, cuddled with your stuffed lion Megan bought you many moons ago. You saw the creek on your bedroom door open, the kitchen being empty and silent. Once it finally hit you of Sophia’s absence a loud cry name. Somehow with that you found out the house wasn’t empty, seeing Dani rush into your room with concern.

“Oh baby, what’s with the tears?”, Dani, comes in carefully. Tears were already flooding your face, being too small to express your frustration. Your mind resorted to nonverbal mode when little, unless you were rambling to your SpongeBob reruns. She understood your language of your two basic necessities, your sofifi and cuddles.

“Let mamma hold you, there we go.”, Dani brings your arms to cling to your neck, carrying you to the couch. You calmed down once Dani felt you needed some affection. Sniffles still came out but once you nestled in Dani’s neck you hummed in peace. She rubbed your back, instilling that your nervous system isn’t in panic from the new change.

Megan and Lara arrived two hours later with bags of groceries. Sophia was adamant that you shouldn’t be on fast food during your little weekends. Home cooked filling meals only. Which Lara has to be responsible of after Megan’s last attempts of cooking. Your eyes lidded from hearing the door open and bags rustling in putting away groceries. You totally forgot that in your little space your second favorite person was Megan, for all the wrong reasons. That when Megan was around that meant she wasn’t following Sophia’s rules.

“Meg! Meg!”, You notice after rubbing your eyes. Dani feels hurt that the first words you said all day was Megan’s name, as if her arm wasn’t sore with giving you back rubs. It was an extra sting when your arms came out so Megan could hold you.

“I can’t believe you took them from me.”, Dani pouts at Megan swooping you away. Megan’s energy made you smile more. The way she giggles at the jokes on tv or her genuinely having fun playing Legos with you had her sunny aura rub off. While Megan settled you back to the couch, squishing your cheeks and kissing your face Lara started on dinner. Well started and never bothered to complete as the milk was expired.

“The milk has gone bad, do we have another dinner option?”, Lara asks, asking Megan and Dani but you decided to respond first.

“Donald’s!”, It was McDonalds that you were referring to. Manon’s brain fart a few weeks ago of saying Donalds suddenly had you referring it to the wrong name. It confused Lara and Megan but not to Dani.

“Y/n wants McDonalds.”

“No fast food remember?”, Lara points out, and you crossed your arms at her final decision. You went on ignoring if you didn’t get what you wanted. It wouldn’t last long, when Sophia accidentally misplaced your coloring book it took a bowl of ice cream with whipped cream to get you back into your high spirits. Lara wasn’t sure how to make it up to you with your stomach growling.

“I know baby, but I promise you I’ll make you such a delicious meal and you’ll have the fullest tummy. Can you promise me you’ll continue having that smile?”, She asks, kneeling down as you were perched on Megan’s lap. You nodded, having her bringing her pinky up to seal the promise.

“While I fix dinner can both of you get y/n changed?”, Lara asks kindly, as the both of them lead you back into your bedroom. You already had a spare outfit stuffed in your drawers when you were small, but their option was way cooler. Dani bought home the Katseye merch, a black shirt of the group’s logo in pink, being too oversized that it engulfed you much like a dress. Then gray sweats where the bottoms dragged down whenever you walked. Oversized clothing was your go to whenever you were small. All that tight clothing made you uncomfortable, as you constantly had meltdowns and would tug at the collar until it became wrinkly.

Megan managed to spray a little bit of perfume onto your clothes, a nice fruity scent for your nostrils to latch on when you were missing Sophia. It eased you down, your mind happy as if you were running around a candy shop with the scent.

The meal did help your mood, having a smile gleam from your face. Afterwards it was a group trip to the park, having Lara push you on the swings and Megan helping complete a set on the monkey bars. Now it was back home, laying on the couch as the three cleaned up the kitchen. Sophia was strict with cleanliness as she was the only one who used the kitchen.

“You want your toy? I’ll get it for you.”, Dani notices you teething on your stuffie. Manon had bought toys to chew on so you wouldn’t put teeth marks around anything in the house. Sophia learned that the hard way finding the remote in between the couch cushions covered in teeth marks. Dani settled your head on her lap, fingers cooling down your forehead as you had something to bite on.

“You’re such a calm baby. I literally don’t understand why Sophia made a whole three spreadsheet on how to take care of them.”, Dani says, adoring your soft eyes. Lara comes around, moving your fragile legs so they’ll lay on her lap.

“It’s because Sophia is such a stickler. Isn’t that right baby? Mommy shouldn’t be strict with her baby.”, Lara squeezes your cheeks, having a big smile widen while chewing your toy. She does more, doing a quacking sound with each little pinch. Each pinch caused a bit of your giggles to come out, but once she stopped the silence regained. Lara gasped, seeing you hold your stuffie tighter and cover your bashful face.

“Why are you hiding that smile? You don’t want us to see that cute smile?”, She questioned, her fingers gliding in to the crease of your neck to tickle. A little bubble of laugh went out, muffled in the stuffie. When you were small your efforts to hide your insecurity was hard when there was still other tickle spots around.

“Maybe she’s not that much of a giggly baby.”, Dani assumes, as Megan’s ears perk up and she travels to the living room. She sits on the floor, now in total of three faces adoring your presence.

“They are giggly, I think they’re just not used to you guys to laugh as comfortably. You just have to ease them into it.”, Megan explains, being the expert in the room. She’s been the chauffeur with outings during the weekend. Being responsible when you and Manon went to the trampoline park or to the store where Manon can drive you in the cart.

With one single touch Megan drew circles on your clothes foot, watching your toes open and close with each circle. It became more frantic when she did quick scribbles for a few seconds, watching you move your foot away just for her to find it again. You managed to kick away at your foot to where apart of the sock was coming off from the heel.

“Your sock is coming off, that can’t be good.”, Megan fixes it, not for you but to raise the rolled up sock even more. That way her scribbles can reach to your soles, and get a partial giggle out of you. Which it did, a tiny noise of laughter while you set your foot back, eventually taking the whole sock off.

“Her feeties are ticklish??”, Dani is stunned, being in awe by your hiding your face in your lap. Megan only let it on for about a bit, then putting back on your sock so your feet wouldn’t get cold on the hardwood.

“I feel like they would have a ticklish tummy.”, Lara assumes, rubbing your tummy but having yourself cover your face in Dani’s baggy clothing. It was known habit that you hid your smile when you enjoyed yourself. It would come out soon but it required patience, most likely more tickles.

“Oh she does. Watch this.”, Megan shows off. Her fingers find the center of your tummy covered by the long shirt. With your state tickles are more sensitive, but somehow they feel the best rather if you got tickles in your normal state. A couple of tummy rubs soon turn into light scribbles on your tummy, and all too quickly a laugh was heard. Few of them, suddenly more muffled into Dani’s sweatshirt.

“Tickle tickle~ come on, don’t hide that face baby. The tickle monster might come if he doesn’t hear those laughs.”, Megan says, letting you fall for the tale of the tickle monster. Sophia created the tickle monster to be harmless as long as you weren’t hiding your laughter, since it feeds on it.

You listened, shifting your body so you wouldn’t isolate yourself. The bright light forcefully hit your face, causing you to squint and whine. “Let me dim the lights.”, Lara says, turning off the kitchen lights and turning on the lamp on the other end of the couch where your feet dwelled. It was now a cozy atmosphere, suitable for tickles.

“Show me where to tickle.”, Lara asks Megan for help, as she places her hand on the center of your tummy. A mixture of giggles sprang out of you already, as Lara scrunched her face at how cute you were. Small scribbles came to your tummy as a much needed laugh etched out of you. It wasn’t enough to claim you were this happy giggly baby Sophia brags so much about.

“Wait, I’ll may know where those giggles are being stored in.”, Dani claims, lifting up a part of your shirt for a small inch of exposed tummy. Just enough for your belly button to be seen. She wagged just one finger around, slowly and suddenly those laughs came to be. Not much with one finger around, but when Dani added two, double the tickles caused another screech of giggles.

“I think y/n would love raspberries.”, Lara guesses, still distracting your mind with swirls around your arm, creasing your neck with the tickles ended to the shoulder.

“I think that would be too much for y/n.”, Megan disagrees. You loved tickles, but sometimes the tickles would easily become too much. That’s why it was strictly light scribbles in your headspace, no roughhousing. There was still alternative solutions to getting another few laughs out of you. Having Megan and Lara exchange glances, being on the same page of the stuffie you’re holding.

Lara rubbed your head, slowly taking the plushie from the tightness of your arms. You whined, arms feeling cold from the lack of stuffed animal near you. “My stuffie~”, your cheeks huff with frustration. Lara only held it a few feet away, but to you it was as if it’ll be your last sighting of your lion.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t taking it. We’re placing it right here.”, Megan says, letting the plushie sit nicely on her lap. Your fingers grasped to Dani’s thumb, a typical thing you did when your stuffed animal wasn’t available. Lara played with the stuffie, letting it dance, do a few counts to Internet girl as you clapped along. When the small performance ended Lara let the lion to a small bow, purposely letting the snout touch your tummy.

“Mr. Lion is trying to say thank you and you’re laughing at him?”, Lara plays around, as you didn’t take her seriously and laughed on. She gets offended by your act and nuzzles the lion in your neck, moving from side to side to get an airy laugh from you. Dani was adoring it from above, having to cover her face from how much you were having fun.

Megan took it upon herself to expose your tummy just a bit further, pretending the lion gave you raspberry as the further slid around your tummy. Suddenly those playful laughs they’ve been wishing for were coming out of your system. You were pushing your shirt down, competing with the tickles as Megan raised it up again, doing another set of pretend raspberries to your tummy with the lion.

“I think he deserves to tickle you until he gets an apology.”, Megan says, continuing the soft attack on your tummy. She knew you were too small to find the words of an apology, but all the girls were aware of your body language when they can tell you’d had enough of the tickles. For now, all you wanted was more nuzzles to your tummy.

All of them were playing around, entertaining you. Megan and Lara taking turns nuzzling the stuffie in either your tummy or neck. Dani felt left out and kept swishing her fingers along your side to see if you’d feel it. Your bright eyes were mostly focused on the stuffed animal, but there were a few times your side moved when it was tickled there.

“Guys! Wait, I’ll show you again.”, Dani gets their attention, wiggling her finger around your side as you avoided it naturally. Somehow they thought it was the best thing I’ve seen from knowing how ticklish you are.

As a starry, beautiful night approached you felt your eyes getting heavy, giving out more yawns than usual. You were getting whiny of how sleepy you are since the three of them were still awake, chatting as it sounded like soft static in your ears. The tickles wore you out badly, that it was first you slept while Dani still held you. Megan had a plan of lulling you to sleep with lavender mist, a cute bedtime story that she had created of meeting a prince. But tiring you out with tickles was a great idea too.

“They went to sleep that fast??”, Dani whispers, not noticing the soft sounds of your slumber.

“Awww, I’ll carry them to bed.”, Lara says, taking you away from Dani’s embrace. She flexes her strength and takes you to the bedroom, making sure you were cozying tight to your blankets. Having your stuffie attached to you, night light on so no dangerous monsters would come in.

They were staring at your sleeping face, adoring it and wishing they could pinch those cheeks again and make you laugh. But there was still tomorrow, they had the whole weekend to test out new tickle games to play.

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Color Blind

ler!manon x lee!lara

warnings: tickling fic, raspberries, bratty lee Lara kinda, I miss my wifey Manon sm 😢😢

Color Blind - Ambre ft Maeta

When the medication didn’t work for the tooth aching pain tickles did.

It was hell for Lara, waking up in tears from the excruciating pain. All the other days it seemed normal, but the one time she had a planned day off it fought back. It managed to surpass a ten on the pain level, possibly a twenty when she had to wake up Sophia to take her to the doctors. The medication dosage fixed the problem, but she felt bummed that her itinerary of sightseeing across Toronto fell short.

Now she was resting, computer on her lap binge watching any trendy Netflix show that was on. She encouraged the others to get out, have fun and not worry about her. Realistically, she wished she wouldn’t have said that. Lara would’ve snatched her words back and begged for cuddles and head scratches, being adorably clingy and getting away with it because of her toothache. But she hated her impulses of being desperate for attention out of the member’s plans, so she kept quiet.

During her intense screening of a Korean drama Manon rang her cell. It took three rings for Lara to pick up, eyes glued to the suspense but having to pause.

“Finally you had the decency to call me.”, Lara gives out attitude, flaunting her British accent. Ever since the start of tour Lara and Manon were hit with the British speaking disease, and now every interaction over the phone had to be in a British accent.

“Whatever. I’m at the shop, bout to grab something to eat. Would you like some food darling?”, Manon asks sweetly. Lara was a foodie, any adventure needed to have snacks or meals included. With the harsh events and relentless crying for half an hour her appetite seemed to disappear, over and over again.

“I’m fine darling but thank you.”, Lara responds back, and there was an eery silence on the call. She thought Manon reached a dead end or a fan noticed her. When Lara’s thumb was going to reach the end call button Manon spoke again.

“What do you mean you haven’t eaten? Are you alright?”, The accent breaks down into genuine concern.

“Yes I am alright, I’ve been snacking and hydrating.”, Lara bites into a saltine cracker to have proof. Manon can tell Lara has been munching on crackers and water, not enough for it to be filling. She knew the script all to well, it was one of Lara’s habits when her mind was overwhelmed, shutting down. Lara would have a lack of hunger but would hide it with how extroverted she was.

“That’s not a meal, you need something to stick to your bones.”, Manon lectures, hoping Lara’s next words would be what she wanted to order. When it continued to be Lara being a brat that’s when the fun and games were over. If Manon knew anything besides reading in between Lara’s lies it’s with tackling it with her weakness.

“And why should I think it’s best to listen to you huh?”, Lara plays around, giggling.

“Lara, text me what you want to eat or I’m fucking tickling you. I’m not playing.”, Manon’s tone shifted, Lara immediately can tell when Manon casually slips the f bomb in her words. She played serious whenever she mentioned tickling, it had Lara in a mess of indecisive choices that no matter what she does she’ll get tickled. If she hangs up tickles are on the way if she continues to bicker she’ll get tickled.

The anticipation of tickles were ten times better when Lara’s brain is jumbled up.

Lara hung up, punching the air, kicking her feet, being a mess hiding in her sheets. In a way her words were calculated, that she was only acting slightly bratty for tickles. She did it earlier with Dani but she didn’t think the message was received. It came easily to Manon, a few words exchanged and now she was going to get tickled out of it. She didn’t act out for tickles often, it happened once with Sophia. Accidentally bickering over the smallest details as it ends with Sophia getting her lick back in tickles.

Lara underestimated the time Manon was going to arrive, a few minutes on Manon’s line was twenty minutes. Five minutes in of Lara still in a flustered mess and having to force herself to not smile so it doesn’t bother the pain in her mouth. She had to do breathing exercises, focusing on her poker face in the mirror. Lara had it down, looking the part that she’s been resting and totally not giggling and kicking her feet over the thought of tickles.

The moment she opened the door, spending a hearty ten minutes working hard on fixing her face it all crumbled when looking at Manon. Those endearing eyes holding her soup that had Lara’s name written next to a heart. An envelope inside that could be a sweet handwritten note of motivation. Lara had to shut the door, on her knees by the pleasant surprise waiting for her at the door.

When she tried again she lasted longer at holding her expressions, world record of thirty seconds. Manon wasn’t going to let her shut the door twice, forcing it open to find a placement for the food. Then to carry Lara to the bed for all the nonsense she had to endure. It was a mix of giggles, happy energy as Manon managed to get a good spot in for raspberries.

“MANONNWAIT!!”, Lara’s head went back, laughing at the ballistic raspberry attack. Manon went all around, being careful not to tug at the belly button piercing Lara had. When her hands sprawled to protect her tummy Manon quickly pulled her hands to the pillow and went on going. That was the only method she thought off that failed on the first try, so now she was left giggling through Manon’s torment.

“Fine, I’ll stop so you can give me an apology.”, Manon lets go, giving the space for Lara to say her last works. She knew there was no apology, Manon knew how Lara’s brain operated. That she’ll refuse, get more tickles, then say thank you for the tickles. The same act has been done countless times and still it gave the same result, Lara crossing her and back talking to Manon.

“What? Why should I apologize to you if you tickled me first?”, Lara’s face gets closer to Manon, which turns into a bad decision with her fingers get tangled on Lara’s tummy. Her laugh became high pitched, suddenly fighting for her life but only moving to rest her head to laugh freely.

“WAITHAHAHWAIT!!”, Lara laughs having her hand up, but it made Manon dig deep to her sides. That way there was nothing to wait upon. Unless it was for Manon to use one of her hands lock fingers into Lara’s tattooed hand and the other to tickle. The tickles wouldn’t feel intimidating to her, just pure love.

“You’re worse than Yoonchae at trying to be mad.”, Manon says, letting the teasing begin. To think she’ll get on Yoonchae’s ass that she’s easy to bully. It wasn’t tickles that had the maknae agitated, it was either ignoring or mocking her. In the end Lara apologized and gave her hugs and kisses, which still annoyed Yoonchae but at least she knew she was loved.

“I am not!”, But still not showing signs of being angry. The anger wasn’t in the room, it simply ran off when Manon was tickling her neck. It was laughs from now on, not the fancy ones that made anyone think it was raining money. When she was with Manon the tickles were much different. High pitched, airy, made Lara feel like cloud nine whenever the tickles softened.

“WAITIMMMSAWRRY!!”, What in hopes is an apology came from Lara’s lips. It wasn’t, but it was a great start of another feast of teasing from Manon.

“Wait, what did you say? You need to speak a little. Gosh the AC is so loud in here.”, Manon speaks, knowing the loud noises were from Lara’s laughter from all the tickles. Lara wasn’t pulling any chances of bringing out more words, it was tickles all around. She can say vowels but Manon got to pinching the inner thighs her body swung to the side.

“YOUUUUIHAHAHAHAIII!!”, Now it was a mess of words for Lara to get out. Manon’s fingers were moving fifty places at once, all of them being ticklish. It was the thighs, the side, her neck, her tummy, then astonishingly her feet. For the finale of it all being the armpits.

“Please! Please! You got every spot, don’t go for the armpits.”, Lara was able to say, seeing Manon wiggle her fingers close to her. Lara wanted to lock fingers with her, trying to turn it into a small wrestle competition. That way she can get on top of Manon, shower her with kisses well enough to be forgiven. If she wasn’t bedridden all day her strength would’ve been better.

“Babes, not going for your armpits is like saying I can’t sing for a whole week. That’s impossible.”, With that Manon shoots her scribbling fingers around Lara’s armpits. For a second Lara thought there was a chance Manon was going to listen by her soft tone saying babes. She was glad the tickling didn’t stop, she rather tackle armpit tickles than let it stop.

“HEYHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”, To Lara’s dismay and couldn’t talk back or make any smart remarks.

“Where’s the apology I’m waiting on? Hm?”, Manon questions, going back and forth with armpit tickles, then raspberries on her tummy.

“IMSORRRYYYY!!”, Lara confesses, saying it multiple times through her cackles. Manon did her method then, swarming her with kisses all over her face, still doing raspberries which soon faltered into soft tummy kisses. Lara felt so special being at the other end of her method, in the moment of collecting her thoughts her mind was scrambled again by such tender thoughts.

“Are you going to start making sure you eat and not indulge in just crackers?”

“I promise.”, Lara agrees. Glad she was agreeing to that and not agreeing to stop her bratty tendencies.

Manon got her food from the dresser, setting it on Lara’s lap with napkins and some juice that came along with the meal. The vibe was content, TV on with Lara eating her meal as Manon was scrolling through her phone. With the bothering tooth pain gone there was still another worry, much bigger problem arising. How was she going to win the MIA outro if she lacked the capability of holding her composure around Manon?

Maybe that was Manon’s plan all along.