𓇼 Call me Py! (or anything from the Cleffa line: Py -> Pippi -> Pixy) Any C name is accepted too
𓇼 I write, scream, and am generally incoherent and occasionally poetic! And I may draw... sometimes...
𓇼 My interest in tickling is not a k!nk. I love the fun and intimacy and bonding and kicking feet giggling of it all. // //
𓇼 Anyone is welcome! Engagement is always appreciated; just don't be creepy or hateful (no teases or anything like that). Apologies if I struggle to communicate, I may have social anxiety. I tend to lurk and am always late to the party, but I really wanted to partake in this community bc it seems wholesome!
𓇼 Requests currently closed. Always open for asks and tag games!! Check if your asks/requests have been replied to at this tag ➸ (farmboy wesley voice) as you wish 💌
𓇼 Look here for a few of my favorite things~ /lyr and details for requesting and conversing!!
Requests in progress: 7
𓇼 Turn your eyes here for a delicious box of chocolates :D (my masterlist) 💝
𓇼 I enjoy musicals, vocaloid (hmu if you wanna talk about HarumakiGohan), cartoons/anime and manga/manhwa, pixel art games, rpg horror, books, emoticons, indie everything!!
𓇼 PINK PINK PINK 💞
𓇼 I also love hamsters and cookies and snow and oceans and hearts <3
𓇼 Multishipping fanatic! I’m mostly open-minded but there are some ships (and characters) I dislike passionately and irrationally LOL
𓇼 Big fan of infp characters bc I am an infp and they're always such disasters lol!! ...What does that say about me
𓇼 Like it, love it, gotta have it 🍪
bocchi the rock, lycoris recoil, skip and loafer, toilet-bound hanako-kun, shy, nana, bungo stray dogs, buddy daddies, genshin impact, project sekai, six of crows, the disastrous life of saiki k, tgcf, alien stage, honkai star rail, tshd
others: kimetsu no yaiba, pokémon, the summer hikaru died, sk8, svsss, avatar the last airbender, the owl house, she-ra princesses of power, yorukura, painoko, sound! euphonium, spy x family, magirevo, pmmm, kpdh, horror rpgs, spider-man + mcu, ducktales, miitopia, literary tk
Feel free to ask about any other interests!!
𓇼 My tags જ⁀♡➴
py is turning pink 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 my writing tag
py plates shortcakes 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 my hcs, future ideas, and wips tag
py’s snack stash 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 my tk reblogs tag
a flutter in my ‘art 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 my non-tk art/other reblog tag
doing or saying something silly to make someone laugh,, someone going out of their way to hear you laugh,,, like that’s one of the purest things in the world
A/N: Thankyou all so much for all of the love on the last post!! It kinda motivated me to churn this one out so I hope you enjoy!!!
Summary: Sometimes Dick forgets how much some of his siblings have missed out on and wants to help make up for missed experience. Thankfully, he's had plenty of practice at big-brothering.
As far as childhoods go, Cass has definitely had one of the most abnormal, to put it lightly. Dick knows this, just as he knows that Damian’s was similarly unique. He also knows, logically, that most of Bruce’s kids (as well as Bruce himself in all honesty) have had different childhoods from most, just to differing degrees of strangeness and trauma. Dick does include himself in that, no matter how begrudgingly.
The problem, though, is that Dick can’t help but feel he dropped the ball with Cassandra. Logically he knows that it’s fine, that it’s not his responsibility to keep everyone happy all of the time, but he just can’t shake the feeling that he needs to do more. And this goes for all of his siblings, but double for Cass, a woman who has overcome some of the most unimaginable trauma and managed to escape as a kind, strong person whom Dick is proud to call his sister.
He just isn’t as close with Cass as he is with his other siblings and pseudo-family members. Hell, even Steph comes to him with her problems no matter how big or small. And Cass just… doesn’t.
That’s her right. He knows that isn’t a reflection on his abilities as an older brother, just as he knows that Cass doesn’t just keep her feelings locked up; she goes to Bruce with them. Dick just can’t help but feel guilty. He knows how awkward and, frankly, stunted Bruce is when it comes to emotions and comfort. He hates to think that Cass settles for that awkwardness because she doesn’t feel safe enough to reach out to anyone else– because she doesn’t feel safe enough to reach out to Dick.
And it’s that uncomfortable thought process that has led Dick here, standing in the middle of Cass’s dance room wearing a blue tutu and a carefully constructed smile.
“Relax,” Cass says, looking entirely at home in her dance attire. Dick’s smile turns a little more genuine as he notices her absent-mindedly swaying to the music. He’s glad Cass has a place she feels at home in.
Cass is just a hard person to get to know, or she is for Dick, at least. Dancing is the one thing Dick knows she enjoys, so he figured asking to join her would be a good first move towards getting to know his little sister better. He didn’t predict how out of his element he’d be here; he figured dancing came from a similar place to acrobatics.
“You're too stiff,” Cass tuts, adjusting Dick’s hands to sit on her waist instead of on her shoulders, “you won't have fun.”
“I'm having fun, Cassie,” Dick assures, smiling down at her. He’s not sure he'll ever stop being proud of how much better she's gotten at using words to communicate. Still, he hopes to understand this part of her world a bit better, to understand how she uses dance in times when words fail her.
“You're thinking too much,” Cass scolds, flicking Dick’s forehead before settling her hands on Dick’s shoulders. She counts, then, a simple four step pattern Dick stumbles to keep up with. “Good,” Cass smiles and Dick feels something within him settle at the sight of it. She's so bright– he's not sure he'd ever noticed that before.
As they get to the end of another four step count, Dick twirls Cass, grinning at her joyful giggle. After another four steps, Cass raises onto her tip toes to return the favour and Dick happily ducks down to spin under her arm.
“You're better than I thought,” Cass notes, seemingly too polite to mention how she's just avoided Dick stepping on her toes for the third time.
Dick smiles good naturedly, saying, “I can't tell if I'm flattered or insulted." Cass grins at him at that, all teeth, and Dick can't help but squeeze her hips in warning.
Cass flinches, movement lacking grace for the first time since Dick met her. The shy smile growing on her face seems to surprise her, if how she's holding her hand against it is any indication.
“What was that?” Cass asks. Dick’s first reaction is to think she's feigning ignorance, the same way Jason sometimes does when cornered with the threat of tickles. After a moment of studying her expression, though, he realises she's genuinely confused.
Dick holds his hands up in a friendly gesture, explaining, “it tickled, I think. Sorry, Cass, it was an accident.” He genuinely means it, too. He's been having fun with Cass and doesn't want to have ruined it by making her uncomfortable.
Class's expression, though, seems stuck somewhere between shock and confusion. “Tickled? Why did I flinch?” Cass asks and something clicks for Dick.
Oh, he thinks, I'm an idiot.
While his other siblings may have had strange upbringings, they all grew up with at least one parental figure in their lives. All but Cass, that is. Hell, even Damian had Talia growing up and he had at least known about tickling before coming into Bruce’s custody.
Dick swallows against the sudden surge of anger burning up his throat like vomit. His anger won't help Cass right now. What she needs now is a big brother.
Dick takes a few deep breaths, ignoring Cass’s concerned little head tilt, before plastering a smile back onto his face. “Here,” he starts, trying to let some mischief into his tone, “let me show you.”
With the others, Dick would've leapt at that, giving no further warning. As it is, though, Dick doesn't want to scare Cass, so he simply steps closer to her, letting her telegraph each movement as his hands find their earlier place on her hips again.
“Ready?” Call him paranoid or overprotective or whatever, but Dick just wants to triple check Cass is okay with this kind of playfulness. At her slight nod, Dick digs into her hips once again, thumbs moving in rhythmic circles to the steady beat of the music still playing from Cass’s radio.
Her reaction is instantaneous, hands shooting down to cover his as she breaks into confused titters. “Having fun?” Dick asks, smiling at the pink flush that earns him. It's endearing how similar his siblings are; how easy they all are to fluster.
“It's weheheird,” Cass giggles, though she doesn't seem to mind it. In fact, the confused furrow of her brow seems to be lessening, making way for a gentler expression– making way for joy.
“Let's try somewhere else,” Dick smiles, skittering his fingers up to Cass's sides and letting them stay there, spidering against the thin fabric of her dress. “How's that?”
“Dohon’t tahahalk,” Cass squeals, squeals, and Dick’s heart practically sings with the warmth in his chest at the noise. Still, he can't let that kind of comment slide, or what kind of big brother would he be?
“Hey, there's no need to be rude, Cassie,” he teases, making sure to keep his posture relaxed and tone light to let her know he's just joking around. “I think someone needs to remind you that you're still a little sister.”
Cass’s only answer is to bounce on her feet, the gesture equal parts giddy and nervous, and (in Dick’s completely unbiased opinion) completely adorable. Dick lets one hand drop back down to squeeze one of Cass’s hips, while the other skates over to her back, fingers dancing up and down the space between her shoulder blades.
Cass honest to God snorts at that, pink face coming to drop to Dick’s chest and nuzzling into it. It's incredibly endearing, and Dick can't help but chuckle along to his sister’s shocked laughter.
“Nah- nahahaha,” Cass laughs, rocking back and forth with playful jitters, “stahahap.”
Dick immediately stops, switching from tickling to rubbing firm circles against Cass’s back, while the hand against her hip moves to cradle her head against Dick’s chest. He takes a gamble by pressing a soft kiss against the crown of her head, and is rewarded with Cass looking up at him with such a sunny smile that Dick thinks he could die happy right here and now.
“That was fun,” Cass smiles, clearly unbothered by how the admittance pinks her cheeks again. The warmth returns to Dick’s chest and he presses a second kiss against Cass’s forehead.
“I'm glad,” Dick says, and it's the truth, “I'm always here for you, Cass, even just to goof off like this.” Cass hums happily at the assurance, wrapping her arms around Dick’s waist in a careful hug. And this, Dick thinks, is more than enough.
no plot, just silly fluffy tickles to put some of the headcanons I’ve been thinking about into actual writing HH this could easily be interpreted as a ship, I don’t personally see it that way.
I just really love writing close, intimate friendships where they’re just wholly comfortable with one another and don’t care how anyone else would define the bond they have.
but you’re free to see things your way too, of course. :’)
Dick would sometimes leave for his team’s HQ as a little getaway. If they hadn’t scheduled to meet, it was often empty. He could choose to stay in nightmare hell city number one, he would have to deal with Bruce breathing down his neck, and just… Gotham and all her charms. There was nightmare hell city number two, where he at least had his own place, but then he was the one helicopter parenting the entire area. And there was the tower.
In a nicer part of town, quieter, the sun shone more than a dozen days out of the year.
When he stepped out of the elevator, one of the first things he noticed was the mop of red waves on the arm of the sofa. Admittedly, he wasn’t thrilled at first, as cold as that felt. Dick thought he’d needed to be by himself. Among the following things he noticed, however, were the various signs that Wally was asleep.
Wally West, Speedster, was asleep on their couch. It basically was a holiday. Dick crept over, eyeing his friend curiously. Not the most vulnerable he had ever seen him, but that was a high bar, with the nature of their work. He was all sprawled out. One would be led to believe that Wally had been out for quite sometime, with how disheveled his clothing and hair were.
Dick’s eyes were wandering. Not for the reasons you might think. Since they were kids, he’d dedicated himself to keeping data on the seasonal fluctuations in Wally’s freckles. That still sounded pretty obsessive, but he’d been raised by Batman. He was in love with the data collection, not the person.
He leaned over the back of the sofa, and didn’t stare for much longer before he was beginning to count in his head. It was winter, the freckles were fewer, and so much fainter. Dick was now counting under his breath, occasionally feeling a little winded as he simultaneously held it. It was ridiculously tedious, trying to keep count by pointing at each little speck of pigment, just far enough from the skin to not rouse Wally from his sleep.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…
A scream of terror that rattled the room, and Dick’s eardrums.
“Stranger danger!”
His entire body startled backwards, and he fell to the floor with a yell of his own. The sound of Wally’s gleeful laughter followed soon after.
“Did I scare you?” What a stupid question.
“Nope, not a bit.” Dick leapt up, briefly balancing on the top of the sofa before he came crashing down in a huff. He was incapable of taking a seat in any normal manner.
“Ahh…” Wally swung his arm, snapping his fingers, “well, shucks.”
“You really should find your way back to whatever sitcom you crawled out of. They must be terribly worried about you.”
“Mm.”
“Mean.”
Dick gave a small, apologetic smile. Wally wasn’t one to hold a grudge.
“What were you even doing?” He continued on, stretching about as far as his body would let him before slumping back down with a happy little sigh.
“It’s February. You know what that means. I’m running behind this year, actually.” Dick leaned back as well, allowing himself to get more comfortable. Maybe some company tonight would be okay after all, he was warming up to the thought. That was just the Wally West Effect.
“What’re you… oh, your weird freckle counting thing?” He let out an amused puff, “that’s just an excuse you made up to poke at me for, like, a week or two every summer and winter. ‘Cause you can’t just be normal about it.”
“Maybe so. Now sit still.” Dick scooted in, looming over the ginger. Despite the fact that he could have been on the other side of the world in a flash, he sat there and allowed Dick to be faster.
Wily, frantic laughter bubbled up from Wally’s throat as he was prodded all over his middle where his shirt had ridden up. Dick didn’t understand how he could just sit there and not feel too exposed. He tried to be an optimist, it couldn't have been a bad thing. Not at all. He’d take Wally being a little too comfortable over his friend ever being like himself.
Beside that, a lot of the time, he was just waiting for someone to jump at the opportunity and tickle him. At least to Dick, it wasn’t subtle at all. He so shamelessly loved this sort of thing. What a life. Sometimes he wondered what went on inside Wally’s head. If Miss Martian or J’onn telepathically linked them, he half expected to hear nothing but elevator music. That was probably a gross oversimplification, but it was the show Wally put on everyday regardless. For everybody’s sake but his own.
“You’re givin’ me the goo goo eyes.” He giggled out. Dick pulled back when Wally shoved at his hands. For now, at least.
Actually processing what Wally said, he steeled his expression. “I was not.”
“You were too. You weren’t even counting!”
“I was! Just… in my head, s’all.” He definitely wasn’t.
“You could ask Roy too, alright? You don’t ask a freckly person how many they’ve got, it’s a secret. You can’t know everything, y’know? If my up-to-date freckle count isn’t already logged in the Batcomputer, then it’s gotta be a super secret.” Wally tugged down his flannel, sitting up. Dick recognized it, that shirt was his Christmas present to Wally a couple years ago. He never bought new clothes for himself, it was always good to have something the slightest bit dressier.
It had broken in and worn over time, but he had the money to invest in quality. Still a nice shirt, and it was a nice, fuzzy feeling whenever he saw Wally wearing it. That wasn’t going to change his mind. He was heavily incentivized and bored. Wally didn’t stand a chance.
He had begun to stand. If Dick had to guess, he was going to look for something to eat. If you never changed your guess from that, you’d still be right about seventy five percent of the time.
He snagged Wally by the wrist. “Going somewhere?” The menace voice.
Wally cocked his head. Without warning, Dick yanked him backwards, making an obnoxious explosion noise when they landed in a heap on the sofa. Wally brought out something childish in him, it was difficult to put into words.
“You’re awfully handsy.” Wally wasn’t fighting him on this at all really. Dick had expected at least a little push and pull. He felt like he was squishing his hostage a little too hard now. He’d hauled Wally backwards, and was latched on right from behind.
It must have been a speedster thing; Wally was taller than Dick now, a little lankier, but all lean muscle. And yet his weight never changed from “light as a feather.” Maybe they were like birds, they needed light bones to get around the way they do.
That was a case study for later. Right now, there were other, more pressing answers to pry from Wally.
“Well, I wanna know your secret.” Dick’s matter-a-fact tone did little to stop the other from laughing at him.
“Yeah? And you’re gonna tickle it out of me? Oh, the humanity!”
“You seriously think I won’t?”
Dick couldn’t actually tell you what he did, but something about the order of those words in combination with his tone brought a silence over the room.
At this point, it was a game of who could outperform the other in this false interrogation scenario. Dick was a born performer, Wally had been faking it until he made it for over a decade now. Neither of them thought they were about to lose, but there could only be one winner.
“I would tell you if I could, honest! You’re, like, my best friend, you know that—“
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Dick cut in.
“Dick, c’mon, I mean it. I’m really not even supposed to be telling you this, but… you aren’t acting like yourself. If I tell you how many freckles I have, the sun will explode.”
Dick stared at the small portion of Wally’s side profile that he could see from his current position.
“It’s true.” He somberly continued, “it’s an ancient pact. You can try and count how many freckles someone with them has, but very few have succeeded.”
“Bart had a friend in the future who was driven to this state of lovecraftian madness because he kept trying and trying.”
“Lovecraftian, that’s a big word. Proud of you.” Dick knew Wally was smart. He’d harnessed the speed force like no speedster before him, and none after have been able to surpass him. Incomprehensible stuff, he had to be crazy smart. But ribbing him for being a space case was too fun to stop.
“Have I ever led you astray before?” Wally’s puppy dog eyes weren’t something you just saw. You experienced them. And Dick was feeling that weight crashing down on him. It was too bad he’d learned to let it roll right off his back a long, long time ago.
Wally’s question was answered with pinches to his sides. He shrieked and began to kick about, sugary sweet giggles pouring out.
“Tell me.” Dick pressed.
“Noho! Never! Only a coward would resort to tickle torture.”
Dick chuffed. Torture. Like Wally wasn’t sitting there, straining against his superpowers, having a blast.
“You used to always do this one thing to Garth when we were kids, drove him up the wall.” He dragged his fingertips down Wally’s sides until they settled at his hips. Dick stopped himself for a few seconds, building quiet anticipation before he began to scribble and massage at those little squishy bits on either side that most everyone had, regardless of body type.
Wally squealed. His kicking was starting to exceed a normal human pace, his mirthful babbling was becoming harder and harder to understand, and Dick had been translating it for years. He liked to think he was fluent by now.
“I can seehehe why!” Wally cried out through his laughter. Dick couldn’t help giving a small giggle of his own.
“Aww, you don’t like that?” He cooed.
“sTAAAHAWHAWP!” Wally whined, his upper body wriggling about much more frantically.
“Well, you’ve gotta tell me the secret first.” Despite his bad cop act, that struck a tender spot, and Dick eased up.
“Oh… I… eheheh… I forgot about that, actually.” Wally was a little too honest sometimes. As heart clenching as his breathless titters were, it was about to get him in trouble. Dick took offense to that.
“You forgot?” Maybe his gasp was a little too Victorian-woman-on-her-fainting-couch. But it must have gotten the point across because Wally tensed, his laughter increasing tenfold.
“Sooorryyy…”
Dick chuckled. “Oh, please. No you’re not.”
Wally’s survival instincts must have begun to somewhat burn inside him at some point between phase one of the tickle attack, and now. Phase two. He was putting up much more of a fight, but was significantly weakened by just how much he was giggling.
Dick eventually had the squirmy redhead where he wanted him. He was mostly free to move around, laying on his stomach, but with Dick sitting over his shins, he knew what he was in for.
“Dick, c’mon… I wasn’t serious. I… I don’t even know how many freckles I have.” Wally was peering over his shoulder with pitiful, pleading eyes.
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that a few minutes later. I’m not taking any chances.”
“MINUTES—??” Wally yelped. Any further protest was not tolerated, Dick’s pointer fingers carefully scratched at the delicate skin behind his knees, teasing.
He couldn’t hold back his own giddy giggling when Wally exploded into hysterical laughter, squeaking, gasping, throwing himself from side to side.
“hEHEHLP ME!”
Dick glanced from side to side, before turning back. He pointed to himself and put on a puzzled expression for comedic effect.
“Ohm’god… I hate you…” Wally wheezed. At the smallest hint of him trying to prop himself up, Dick’s scritching picked up into an eager fluttering of his fingers.
And the scream that tore from Wally’s throat… Dick strongly flinched, having to pull back and cover his ears.
“Ow. My poor ears.” He ribbed. Wally’s giggling didn’t calm down for several minutes. Every time he stopped and lifted his head from the couch cushions to look at Dick, he’d lose composure all over again.
Dick’s smile could maybe be described as fond, “Geez, you’re just like Tim.” When he thought Wally wasn’t looking, he reached back to briefly skitter his fingers over the bottom of his foot.
As per usual, the Titans’ fearless leader must have been right. Wally was so startled, he let out just about the loudest snort Dick had ever heard from him, and vibrated to the other side of the room, face buried in his hands.
Near equally startled, Dick couldn’t stop himself from cackling and collapsing onto his back.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Wally whimpered, shrinking further into himself.
“I… I cahahan’t… you’re so cute.” Dick breathed out, patting his eyes dry on his sleeves.
Years ago, Kid Flash might have found that embarrassing. He might have thought it was a weird thing to say to your friend. But now, as The Flash, after even more years of kisses on the cheek from Donna, cuddling with Garth when he felt homesick, jokingly catcalling Roy pretty much every time their paths crossed, that way of thinking seemed ridiculous.
“No homo.”
Dick shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
You weren’t really best friends if you couldn’t have that conversation. If you couldn’t immerse yourselves in it. At least that was what Wally thought.
Summary: Gin and Higuchi have a talk about hair. (And there are tickles involved.)
A/N: This one is pretty experimental, I'm not gonna lie - I also hesitated to post it for a while, but I do think it's worth sharing and fits well with the message of Pride Month in general. Being gender nonconforming myself this is kind of a more personal story, so I hope you enjoy it. And if not, you're welcome to just move on. <3
Word Count: 1061
Warning: Body insecurity
~~~
“Eheheheheheheheheeeek!” Higuchi squealed, shimmying back and forth as Gin kneaded into her sides, beaming. She was always so flustered around the other woman, but especially when her guard was down like this, being the recipient of such a beautiful smile was nearly unbearable. “Mihihihihihiss Akutagahahahahawa!”
Gin snickered. “It’s cute that you insist on calling me that when I’ve got you laughing like this.” She hummed, grin becoming a tad evil as she slipped her hand down a little further to pinch her hip, making the blonde shriek and twist violently to the side, hysteria building. “I wonder what it will take for you to call me by my name…”
Higuchi’s cheeks flamed at the way her laugh sounded now, high-pitched and panicky and not at all ladylike. Fortunately for her Gin seemed to love her laugh – but then again, it was unfortunate for her when she was at her girlfriend’s mercy like this.
“Plehehehehehehehease, nohohohohoho! Not thehehehehehehere! You knohohohohow it’s bahahahahad – NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Gin expertly kept up with her flailing as she dug into both hips at once, making Higuchi arch her back and shriek with the kind of uncoordinated laughter that lifted Gin’s spirits and made her heart race. The blonde was always so cute, but in moments like this she was utterly adorable.
Feeling emboldened, she suddenly abandoned Higuchi’s hips in favor of grabbing her ankle and skittering her nails along her socked sole. She was rewarded with a startled “huuuh?!” and bubbly giggles for her efforts, as well as redoubled attempts to squirm out of her grip.
But Gin was strong, and they both knew it.
“Do you have ticklish legs?” the brunette wondered aloud, teasingly slipping a finger under her girlfriend’s pant leg to scratch at her lower calf. She grinned, expecting more laughter or perhaps a weakly veiled “no” that absolutely meant yes.
But to her surprise, Higuchi’s eyes went wide with genuine panic, and suddenly she was pulling at her trapped ankle in earnest, crying, “No! Nonono, Gin! Don’t – I’m serious!”
Startled, Gin let go of her entirely, holding her hands up to show she was safe. “I’m so sorry, was that too intimate? I didn’t mean—”
“N-No, it’s…not that,” Higuchi said quietly, pulling her limbs into herself and suddenly looking very uncomfortable.
“Then…what is it?”
“I just…I haven’t shaved.” The last part was said so quietly that it was almost a whisper.
Gin caught herself in time before she laughed out loud. “I don’t care if you forgot to shave.”
The blonde was quiet. She darted her eyes up, but never quite made contact with Gin’s. “No, I mean…I don’t shave. I haven’t for years.”
“So?”
“And my…my hair…” Higuchi grasped some of the blonde wisps that had gotten stuck to her face in the playful scuffle. “I dyed this, but…my legs are natural.”
Gin frowned, confused and perhaps a little hurt. “Ichiyo. You don’t really think I care about any of that, do you?”
“It’s just that, you’re so feminine and pretty. I know you take good care of your hair and your body and like to look smooth and shiny—” Higuchi stopped when Gin gently put a hand on hers.
“Ichiyo, that’s my body. My choice to make for myself. It doesn’t mean I expect every woman to care about all of that. I don’t expect you to shave your legs just because I do. It’s your body. You do what you want with it.”
The blonde hesitated. “But won’t you think it’s gross?”
“No? It’s just hair. It’s natural, like you said.” Gin observed her girlfriend for a moment longer, then shifted so she was holding her hand properly, squeezing it gently. “If you don’t want me to see it or touch it or anything right now, that’s okay. We don’t have to. I’ll tickle you somewhere else – assuming you’re still okay with that,” she added quickly.
Higuchi’s cheeks had already been slightly pink, but now the color was prominent. It made her look so cute. “I just…don’t want you to think I’m dirty. Or too masculine. Or…anything. I want you to keep liking me, because I like you so much.”
The words made Gin’s heart soar, but she understood now wasn’t the time to focus on that last part. She grabbed her girlfriend’s chin and forced her to look up, to finally make eye contact for the first time. “I like you so much, too. Just the way you are. Hair or no hair, makeup or no makeup, belly fat or toned abs. Your personality is what draws me to you, Ichiyo. The rest isn’t nearly as important as that.”
A more comfortable silence settled between them after that. Higuchi took a moment to consider, and Gin let her have as much time as she needed. Finally, the blonde squeezed her hand back. “I guess I don’t mind if you…keep going. I just got scared. I don’t want you to tease me about it.”
The brunette smiled, then leaned in to kiss her tenderly, letting all her love for the other woman seep into the moment. When she pulled back, that playful twinkle had returned. She gradually shifted down to take hold of her girlfriend’s ankle. “Shut up, you know that I love you – but that’s enough of this spiral~”
Higuchi blinked in astonishment, her lips quirking despite herself. “Did…did you just quote Hazbin Hotel – ah! Ahahahahahaha no fahahahahahair, you dihihihihihidn’t wahahahaharn me!”
“Grabbing your ankle wasn’t warning enough?” Gin giggled, watching her face as she went right back to what she’d been doing before, slipping a couple of fingers under her pants leg to scribble at her calf. “Now, I want to know! Do you have ticklish legs?”
This time, the blonde sputtered and covered her face in embarrassment – the good kind, now – and whined, “Nohohohohohohoho!” Just as Gin had expected her to do from the beginning.
“Oh? So this doesn’t tickle?” she teased, scritching her unfairly manicured nails into her girlfriend’s skin. “Not even a little?”
“Gihihihihihihihihihin!”
The brunette smiled, keeping up her playful attack until Higuchi was back to laughing freely and squirming around like she always did when her body wanted to get away but her heart wanted her to stay put and soak in the rare moment of fun.
Now Gin had learned another way to get her to call her by her name.
Starting this while I am in one of the worst switch moods of the year so praying that it helps me make this good
Okay that was on March 30th 2025 it is now July 27th 2025 and I got a little motivation back. The poll was almost a year ago.
Okay uh. October 25th 2025 let’s go restarting the whole idea. The poll was over a year ago.
January 15th 2026 I did not think I would have Columbina before I finish this fic
April 12th 2026 wdym it’s been over a year since I started this. Also yay I got Chasca today
April 13th 2026 happy Neil banging out the tunes. I FINISHED IT WTFFFF
Spoilers for Natlan’s archon quest ending below!!
—————————————————————————-
Kinich was never big on smiling. He was always seen with a relatively stoic, serious expression; maybe occasionally smirking in the presence of his closest companions, but otherwise a solemn individual.
One wouldn’t blame him for his demeanor at all, considering all he’s been through growing up as well as the constant stress of a potential abyss attack at any moment. It’s not that he was depressed, there just wasn’t currently much to go out of his way to smile for.
His best friend did not share this sentiment.
Mualani alternatively was almost never not smiling. She had a grin that lit up her tribe, along with the moods of everyone around her. She stayed positive, making sure the friends around her felt at least a little similar. There is a time for battle yes, and when that time comes she will fight valiantly as she always has. But just as there is a time to fight, there’s a time to play, time to relax, and arguably most important, time to smile! Smiling is good for you after all.
Which is why she was initially concerned about her dear buddy Kinich.
It’s not that he never ever smiled, they were just few and far between, and not nearly enough for someone in the presence of Mualani.
He was a little difficult to crack at first, though. He never gave more than a smirk at any jokes she’d make, never let out more than a chuckle at her own slip ups, and of course he never smiles when he’s alone! How’d she know that? A certain dragonlord with no concept of privacy.
None can remain so stoic around Mualani. At least not for extended periods of time.
So, one in a while, when she felt it’s been a day too long, Mualani would take it upon herself to make him finally laugh. By tickling of course. It’s not like she had much of a choice, after all-When else would he laugh?
This became kind of a routine. It was her way of looking out for Kinich. And sure, usually he’d get her back moments after, but it’s all worth it if it means he has a change of expression once in a while. Laughter is good for you after all.
This was all before the abyss’s war on Natlan was won. The tribespeople, while still able to live enjoyable lives, had to be constantly prepared and ready for battle, as the abyss could attack at any time. However, once the war was won, that hyper-vigilance was no longer needed. It took time for the nation to adjust, but everyone changed slowly and surely. Even the pyro archon was starting to act more herself.
Kinich was no exception to this. He began to smile naturally more often. A soft laugh in a conversation wasn’t so rare anymore, he was finally loosening up. Mualani couldn’t be happier for him.
So why on earth was the urge to get him stronger than ever right now??
She, Kinich, and Kachina all had a busy day today, so to chill out afterwards they got dinner and hung out at the springs for a bit. Kachina had now already gone home for the day, as it would have been a strange hour of the night for a girl her age to be out.
Mualani watched him as they sat in the hot spring together. His breathing was slow, his face was relaxed, and he gazed up at the stars lighting the dark sky. His usually stern, sometimes cold eyes had a rare softness to them, like he was content with all that lead up to this moment.
They had fought hard for times like this. Being there in the moment felt surreal, but seeing Kinich look so undisturbed grounded her in the reality of their tranquility.
She was sure he felt her watching him, but wasn’t going to say anything about it. He trusted her. He could let his guard down around her, he could be vulnerable. He could sit with his arms out on either side of him, resting on the rocks, leaving that spot completely exposed-
“Pff!”
Oops. Mualani hadn’t thought before she acted.
She was trying to distract herself from the initial ler mood, not wanting to disturb the serene moment, but she had already reached a finger over to softly poke the spot at the bottom of the back of his ribs. Very specific.
Well, in too deep now, I guess.
She pulls him a little closer and wraps an arm around him to scratch at his exposed back. Kinich is generally a stoic guy, but that’s all it really took to get him to laugh.
And laugh he did. It came out in soft giggles. Mualani was being super gentle today, so it wasn’t unbearable. He could stand it, fight it even. He could turn the tables right now if he wanted to.
But there was no reason to. It’s not like he minded tickling in the first place, Mualani got him fairly used to it. He wondered if she had any specific goal to her actions, usually when they’re playing around she’s a lot rougher (and more devious).
Well, whatever her reason may be, he trusted her, and allowed it to happen.
The water around then rippled, but didn’t splash, as he squirmed about. He curled and arched his back, he twisted and turned, all to no avail. Mualani’s hands followed him wherever he went.
Kinich’s laughter wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t restrained either. There’d be a small squeak whenever she got to his ribs, but that was the extent. It was light, calm, breathy.
Eventually, Mualani slowed to a stop. She continued to watch him with sparkles in her eyes, taking in the moment. His face was a little pink, residual giggles still left his lips.
It wasn’t long before Kinich retaliated, however, and now the air was filled with Mualani’s bright giggles.
Maybe she didn’t need a reason. Maybe the fact that she didn’t need a reason is proof enough at how far they’ve come. It was time like this that they fought for, times where friends could chill in a hot spring after a long day and tickle eachother without a purpose.
Hi there! Could I request only you 💙 and always and forever 🧡 with lee!Lucy from bsd? Maybe with ler!Louisa or ler!Kyoka bc girlhood ✨ /silly. If that’s okay with you! Thank you for your hard work!
{Candy Heart Prompts are officially CLOSED!}
Hehehehehhhee, ah yes! You know, I never really gave Moncott any thought before- but I really like it! Forgive me if this is OOC- I barely remember Louisa (sorry!) and Lucy is a vagueish memory. That said, I gave it a go and hope you like it! :D
Only You: "Stop squirming!" + Always and Forever: "Look how red you are! How cute!"
Everything about Lucy was red.
From her vibrant hair to the ruby color she painted on her lips as they were getting ready- just the most incredible vermillion. Lousia smiled with her chin in her hands as she drank in the sight, mesmerized.
“You’re staring.” The other pointed out, and Louisa blushed as she sat up. “It’s cute. Hehe, you’re all red in the face.”
“O-Oh you..” Louisa turned away, looking for something to do with her hands. Her eyes fell on Lucy’s foot, a brave idea coming to mind.
“Are you almost ready? We’re meeting with Fi-IIIIHIHTZ!?” The redhead squealed when a finger dragged up her sole. The lip gloss in her hand fell against her bed as she squirmed, laughing. “Lohoohhouisa! Dohohohn’t tihihihickle mehehhehehe!”
“Sorry, but also..not really.” The writer giggled softly as she carried on wiggling her fingers up Lucy’s foot, grabbing her ankle to keep her from escaping. “You really should learn not to point out the obvious, Lulu.”
“Ehehehheheheh! Nohohoht theeheheh nihihihcknahahame tohohoohoho! Ehehahhaha-ahahhahah, wahhhahait! Whahahait, my mahahahkeup!” Lucy cackled as she flopped about the bed, cheeks bright pink and eyes squeezed shut. “Iihihih’m gohoohohnna lohooohohohk iihihihnsahahhaane!”
“Stop squirming, then. Besides, you always look beautiful!” Lucy cried back, then squeaked. Did she say that outloud? She quickly grabbed Lucy’s knee to distract them both from her confession. “Besides, we have time. We can fix it up before we go.”
“EhehehehehehEHHHEHHEK! LOHOHOHOUISA!” Lucy shrieked, her witchy cackles filling the room as she weakly pulled on her leg. Oh-what a beautiful sight she was, even tickled. Her hair came free from its carefully crafted chiffon, scattering across the sheets like rose petals. Her lipgloss was smudged off, the color it left behind on her mouth making her look even more kissable. Her eyes were teary and glossy- shimmering like gems.
Oh how Louisa wanted to wax poetic about this woman. She made a mental note to write later.
Of course the moment she started staring again, Lucy took advantage. She broke free from Louisa’s grip before jumping on her, sending them both tumbling into the sheets. “Gohoohoht you!” Lucy grinned, breathless and happy. This close made the other woman forget how words worked. “Hehe, you’re all red again.”
“Lulu-” Louisa began, then melted when Lucy kissed her. Her lips tasted like makeup, and her perfume had a lovely sugary smell. When she pulled away, Lucy reached up to brush Louisa’s lower lip with her thumb.
“Red’s a good color on you.” She winked, and the writer noted the red that came off on Lucy’s thumb. “You should wear it out, tonight.”
“Let’s not go out!” Louisa suddenly squeaked, and Lucy raised a brow. “I mean…I rather stay in. With you…if that’s okay.”
The redhead blushed scarlet, then grinned before kissing her all over. “I like that better.”
you should totes write some soft content of Venti and the traveler bc this duck is sick and hurty
Lumine stretches out on the grass, the warm breeze of Windrise rustling her hair and dress.
"Have you ever tried braiding your hair?" Venti asks, sitting up beside her. It's a rare moment where he looks truly peaceful.
"What, to match yours?" She turns her head to look up at him.
He giggles, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "It's in fashion, you know."
Lumine smiles and closes her eyes, laying back on the ground. After a moment, she says, "I used to braid my brother's hair. His is a lot longer than mine."
Her hair had been long once, years and years ago, but she'd decided it was too much work and chopped it all off. Aether, on the other hand, took pride in his long hair, always finding time to take care of it. Lumine had often helped him with creating new styles, though a braid or ponytail was often the most convenient.
The thought of him makes her chest tighten.
"Would you like me to braid it for you?" comes Venti's voice from above. She blinks one eye open to see him hovering over her, smiling.
She rolls her eyes fondly, sitting up. "If you insist."
Venti claps his hands excitedly, crawling forward until he's practically in her lap, their faces inches apart. She pulls back in surprise, eyes wide, making him laugh.
"Am I too close?" he asks with a grin, taking one of her front locks of hair in his hands.
She huffs, cheeks warming. "Don't tease."
Venti hums, beginning to braid the bit of hair he's holding. "You should always be on guard, you know. You never know when I might..." His voice trails off as he flutters his fingers at Lumine's neck, laughing as she squeals and jerks away.
She rubs her neck, glaring at him with no real heat. "Are you gonna do my hair or not?"
Venti laughs, one hand poking at her side while the other reaches for her hair again. "I can't help it! You're too easy!"
Lumine bats his hand away, a few giggles escaping her as she curls into a ball. "Cut it out!" she whines, giving him an exaggerated pout.
Venti holds his hands up in surrender. "Fine, come here. I'll be nice, I swear!" He pinches her cheek. "You have to promise you'll come visit again soon, though."
Lumine laughs softly and takes his hand in hers. "I promise."
A/N: This fic was very heavily inspired by @helleboretks and her wonderful Anons! I hope I've done the fun ideas they share justice!
Word Count: 3,282
This is a fluff/tickle fic for Wind Breaker. If either of those aren't your thing, may your journey continue onward! If you're here for them, I hope you enjoy!
~
Sakura walked tentatively down the street with a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. The sun had sunk considerably in the sky, and streetlights flickered on in his wake. After a moderate walk he stopped in front of Nirei’s home. Before he could think on wether or not he should knock, he heard approaching footsteps.
He looked up and Suo rounded the corner. His head lifted and he gave his signature smile. It was as strange seeing him without his school uniform as it was not wearing it himself. The uncertainty that entered his expression as he neared told him the feeling was mutual. It’d only been a few hours before when Nirei had dragged them into this.
“A lock-in?” Sakura mumbled, staring at the flier Kaji handed him.
“Whatever they’re calling it,” he replied rolling his eyes. “It’s a movie night.”
Sakura’s eyes narrowed.
“Not my idea,” he shrugged. “Just tell everyone to show up when the paper says.”
His dual colored eyes searched the page, but before he could form a reply, Kaji had walked off.
Sakura grumbled to himself about wasting time and turned back towards the class.
“What is that Sakura-san?” Nirei asked.
“Something stupid,” he huffed, pushing the paper at him.
Nirei gently took it and looked it over, and Suo appeared over his shoulder.
“This sounds like fun!” The blonde smiled. “Almost like a sleepover!”
“How could it be a like sleepover if there’s no sleeping involved?” Suo smiled.
“Well, not like a lot of sleep happens at those anyway,” he grinned, taking a picture of the flier with his phone.
Sakura frowned. “There isn’t?”
“Not really…” he replied, looking up.
Suo hummed, watching him closely.
Nirei ducked his head. “Have…either of you been to one? A sleepover?”
Sakura’s face dusted pink and he shoved his hands in his pockets. “So what?” he grumbled, looking away.
Suo’s smile returned, albeit a bit hesitant. “It seems that we haven’t.”
“Oh, my gosh! We have to have one!” He gasped.
“We…do?” Suo blinked.
“Yes, we do!” Nirei cried. “They are so much fun, it honestly makes me a little sad neither of you have had one before…Oh! What about tonight?”
“Tonight?” Sakura and Suo replied, the former flushing as he glared at the latter.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “Why not? Suo-san?”
“I…suppose I am free,” Suo replied.
“Sakura-san?”
He was wary, but he also couldn’t help be a little curious of what a sleepover was like. Nirei’s beaming face wasn’t helping his resolve.
“Sure,” he huffed.
The speakers sounded the end of the school day and Nirei stood. “Perfect, I’ll go home right away and prepare!”
“For what exactly?” Suo asked.
“It’ll be a surprise!” Nirei grinned. “Don’t worry, just bring comfy clothes, and I’ll handle the rest!”
Now here they were, staring at each other on Nirei’s doorstep. The light over the door came on and the door opened to a brightly smiling Nirei.
“You’re here! Come in!” He showed the two of them where they’d be spending the night so they could put down their things and led them into the kitchen.
“What all do you have planned for us, Nirei-kun?” Suo asked.
“First I thought we could prepare some snacks,” he said, pulling boxes from shelves.
“Like cooking?” Sakura frowned.
“Kind of! It’s a simple recipe but the results are well worth it!”
“You don’t think I could handle something complex?” Sakura huffed, eyeing the marshmallows and graham crackers.
Nirei winced as he took down a few bags of tea. “I’m sure you could! I meant simple as in quick and not very messy. If there’s something you want to try, tell me and we can make it sometime!” he replied.
“Why me?” Sakura blushed.
“You were the one who brought it up, Sakura-kun,” Suo smiled.
“You’re welcome to offer suggestions too, Suo-san,” Nirei said, and offered Suo the teas. “Here, I tried my best to pick ones I thought you might like, but it’s okay if you don’t want any of them.”
Suo smiled, taking them gently. “That’s very thoughtful, Nirei-kun, thank you! Though, I think I will leave the suggestions to Sakura-kun. I don’t want to suggest something he might burn the place down with.”
“Oi!” Sakura glared. “I know how not to burn shit!”
“And we won’t,” Nirei said. “As long as we watch them!”
Nirei set to explaining how to make indoor s’mores, showing how to place the cracker squares and topping them with a piece of chocolate and a marshmallow. Suo put on a kettle as Sakura and Nirei prepared the treats. They were placed in the oven set to max and the three of them crouched down to watch them.
“I’ve never seen an oven turned on this high before,” Suo mused. “It would be very easy for Sakura-kun to–.”
“I’m NOT going to let them catch on fire!” Sakura snapped, his eyes narrowing further as he concentrated on the treats inside. He’d tried the crackers and sweets individually and was curious and admittedly excited to see how cooking them together could make them tastier.
“Please, Suo-san,” Nirei sighed, making eye contact with his grinning reflection. “It’s easy for something to go wrong if we don’t pay attention!”
Nirei returned his eyes to the treats. The marshmallows had just started to look toasted when Suo shifted. Nirei’s eyes darted to his coy expression, and Sakura flinched.
“Hey!” Sakura glared, his head whipping towards Nirei as pink colored his cheeks.
“What?” Nirei blinked, looking back at the treats and catching Suo’s sneaky expression.
The second Sakura’s gaze returned to the s’mores a finger wiggled into his side. “Shihit!” He snickered, refusing to look away from the oven. “Nirei, knock it ohohoff!”
“Suo-san!” Nirei cried. “Please, they’re almost done!”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” Suo replied.
Nirei sighed in relief as the marshmallows turned golden brown.
The oven was turned off, the s’mores were taken out, topped off with an additional graham cracker square and placed on a plate. Suo took his tea, and the trio went back to where they were spending the night.
Nirei flopped down on a futon, and he and Sakura happily munched on s’mores while Suo sipped his tea.
“Are there any other plans for the evening?” Suo asked.
Nirei shrugged and swallowed. “It’s pretty much what we make of it. Most anything is on the table.”
“Then what was the whole ‘I have to go home and prepare’ bit for then?” Sakura asked.
“Mostly for snacks and beds,” Nirei smiled, picking up another s’more. “But we can play games, watch a movie, sit here and talk…whatever you want really.”
Suo grinned behind his cup, waiting for Nirei to take a large bite before asking: “So Sakura-kun can start a fire?”
“Why the hell would I do that?” Sakura glared at Suo before pointing at Nirei. “And why were you messing with me? You were so pushy about needing to watch the oven. Was that a load of bull?!”
“Mmn?!” Nirei gasped as much as he could with half a s’more in his mouth and shook his head.
“Not talking, hmm?” Suo grinned, reaching over and pinching his side. “Is mock interrogation a fitting activity?”
Nirei squeaked, a wobbly smile appearing on his face as he swallowed. “No, nohoho, wahahait…!”
Suo did no such thing, continuing to tweak his hip and coaxing a stream of bright giggles from him. Nirei quickly darted forward to put his s’more down, but not fast enough to keep Suo from dragging his fingertips up his side and under his arm.
“Suohosahahahaha!” He laughed, clamping his arm down and turning to escape.
“I can get behind that,” Sakura grinned, squeezing Nirei’s knee before he could even get his feet under him. A squeal left his lips and Suo moved the plate of s’mores out of the way as he collapsed back to the floor.
“Wahahahait!” He giggled, wrapping his arms around his middle protectively. “Sahahkura! Ihi! Hehehe! Thahahahat wahahahsn’t—!”
Before he could finish, Suo quickly put his tea down out of harm’s way and used both hands to lightly pinch and skitter along Nirei’s side.
“EEEP! SuohoHAHAhaha!”
“And now he’s laughing at us,” Suo sighed, clicking his tongue. “And after playing such a mean trick on Sakura-kun!”
Nirei dissolved into helpless laughter, shaking his head. “Noho! I dihihihid NahaHAHAHA!”
“You sure?” Sakura grinned, gently prying an arm from his middle and curling his fingers into his stomach.
“YEHEhehehehahaha! YeheheHEHES!” Nirei squealed, grabbing onto Sakura’s arm both to make him stop and in a desperate move to get away from Suo.
Sakura blushed, wiggling his fingers deeper into his tummy to get him to let go. Nirei let out a loud squeak and pushed Sakura’s hand away. Out of options, he curled into ball, which did nothing to stop Suo’s nimble fingers from ticklishly wiggling against his ribs.
“Plehehehe! Plehehease!” he laughed. “Suohosahahaha! Ihihihi! Ihihihihi cahahahahahan’t!”
“Alright,” Suo hummed, removing his fingers from Nirei’s torso. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
“Ehehe! Thaha–Thahahat was mehehehean!” Nirei breathed, a bright smile still on his face as he slowly uncurled from his ball.
“You were the one who opened the floor for suggestions,” Suo hummed.
“You also started it by tricking me,” Sakura huffed, crossing his arms.
“Ihi, I dihihidn’t,” Nirei replied. “I was seheherious about watching the oven, and I wasn’t the one tickling you either…”
They both looked to Suo, who had resumed drinking his tea but with a few more feet between them than before.
“I wouldn’t mess around with something like that,” Nirei sighed.
“That uhh, makes sense,” Sakura mumbled, blushing slightly. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Nirei smiled. “Could I have an apology hug?”
His face flushed brightly as he sputtered. “A–A hug?”
Nirei nodded, sitting up. “Please?”
Sakura’s blush spread further down his neck, but he didn’t move away or protest as Nirei slowly scooted closer. His smile was just so happy and bright. Sakura looked anywhere but Nirei.
Suo smiled quietly at Sakura’s predicament.
“Fine,” he muttered, he lowering his crossed arms.
Nirei gently wrapped his arms around Sakura, who flinched as Nirei’s palms rested on his back. The embrace was so warm and...surprisingly comforting. Sakura released breath he didn’t know he was holding and melted into the hug. Nirei beamed as Sakura rested his head on his shoulder. It made him a little hesitant to do what he had in mind, but only a little. He casually moved his hands up Sakura’s back and, as gently as possible, scratched at the back of his underarms.
Sakura jumped at the sensation, and Nirei could feel him shuddering with contained laughter.
“What’s wrong, Sakura-kun?” Suo taunted.
“Nothing!” Sakura snapped, trying to keep the giggles from the ultra-light, gentle tickles out of his voice. The gentle fingertips were driving him up the wall, but, and he would never admit it, it gave him a really nice happy feeling too.
Nirei was pleasantly surprised Sakura didn’t try to break the hug. “It’s okay, you know, I can tell you want to you know…laugh,” he said, adding the tiniest bit more pressure on the final word. He was on one of Sakura’s worst spots and he knew it.
Deep, bubbly chuckles filled the space and Sakura shoved his brightly blushing smile into Nirei’s shoulder.
“There it is,” Nirei grinned, picking up the pace of his gentle scribbles. Sakura’s laughter increased and his grip lessened. Nirei giggled alongside him as his well-tuned attack reduced his friend to a hysterical heap, just as he thought it might. He kept up his feathery touches and relished Sakura’s happy and carefree smile as he sank to the floor.
Nirei slowed his fingers to a stop, and Sakura’s giggles pittered out, his face flushing with dawning realization.
“Did you have fun?” Suo mused.
Sakura’s eyes narrowed and he sat bolt upright. “Shut up!” he snapped, his face red as ever.
“Just a little payback for falsely interrogating me,” Nirei smirked.
“Wha–! That wasn’t even my idea!” Sakura said, glaring at Suo.
“Oh I remember,” Nirei smiled, following his gaze and scooting towards Suo. “Hey, Suo-san?”
“…No, Nirei-kun.”
“But Suo-san,” Nirei tried.
Suo shook his head and took a sip of his tea.
“I want a hug.”
“Not in these conditions Nirei-kun.”
“Why won’t you give him a hug, Suo?” Sakura frowned.
“Sakura-kun, you know plenty why,” Suo sighed.
“Gimme a hug, Suo-san!”
“Sorry, not at this time.”
“Come on, Suo,” Sakura challenged.
“Kindly, no.”
Nirei sighed. Suo wasn’t going to budge. It was time for the big guns. Nirei looked back at Sakura, and his dual-colored eyes flicked to Nirei’s. He made his brown eyes wide and sad, tilting his chin down and looking upwards at Sakura. Sakura tilted his head in confusion and Nirei dropped the look and nodded towards Suo. Sakura’s eyes widened then narrowed and he shook his head.
Please? Nirei mouthed.
Sakura stared at him like he’d just suggested to start a fire. No!
Nirei folded his hands together and blinked at him pleadingly. Sakura groaned and clapped a hand over his eyes. But he let his hand fall and nodded. He was already so deep in this bullshit, why not?
Suo continued to enjoy his tea, watching his friends closely until they both looked at him with the saddest, most pathetic puppy-eyes. He gasped and coughed on his tea, putting a hand over his mouth as he looked between them.
Sakura and Nirei’s eyes widened in surprise. They didn’t think it’d be that effective. Unfortunately the widening eyes only made it worse for Suo.
“Give me a hug, Suo-san,” Nirei asked, making his eyes glisten with false tears.
“He really needs one, Suo,” Sakura added, his voice almost a whisper.
“Ah…umm…” His resolve was crumbling by the second. He desperately searched the room for a clock before remembering: he wasn’t leaving until the next day.
“Please, Suo-san?” Nirei whimpered.
Suo shook his head and closed his eye to save himself from their pleading faces.
Nirei sighed and put his hands on his hips. He looked to Sakura and he was midway into a full attack stance. Sakura launched forward and Suo was up in a flash, landing solidly on the hard floor and easily sidestepping Sakura’s charge. Sakura recovered quickly, but his foot stepped on a blanket corner and he slipped and fell hard onto the ground.
Before Nirei could ask if he was alright, Sakura was up again.
“My, Sakura,” Suo snickered, easily sidestepping him. “Seems that cute face you were making at me might’ve slowed you down.”
“It was NOT cute!” Sakura growled, his face dusting pink.
The two began flying around the room, but as usual Suo was just barley out of reach, even in the enclosed space.
“Nirei! Help me, goddamnit!” Sakura yelled.
“What?” Nirei cried. “Me?! How?”
Suo flashed a somewhat evil smile at him and he squeaked and hid behind a pillow.
“I don’t know!” Sakura shouted. “Just think of something!”
Nirei watched them rush around him in circles. This was the closest he’d ever seen them get to actually fighting each other, and it was mesmerizing. Sakura’s inertia seemed infinite, and Suo dodged and landed so gracefully…wait, that’s it! Nirei got a better grip on his pillow and narrowed his eyes in concentration.
Right as Sakura was about to ask what the hell Nirei was waiting for, a pillow flew directly underneath Suo’s foot. His taunting grin faltered and he took an awkward step to recover, but he was off balance. It was enough of a mistake, and, based off the panicked smile he wore, Suo knew it.
Sakura yelled in triumph as he tackled Suo and dug his fingers into his sides. A surprised cackle left his lips as he hit the ground. Any pain from the impact was overridden by the tickles being pressed into his torso.
“Nice one, Nirei!” Sakura grinned, using his weight to pin Suo as his fingers strummed and tweaked every inch of Suo’s stomach.
Nirei beamed happily at the complement.
“NohohahaHA!” Suo laughed, shaking his head. “ThahaHAHAt wahahas AHAHA cheHEHEap shohohot!”
“And you tickling Sakura while we’re literally trying not to burn something isn’t?” Nirei asked, unable to keep from smiling at Suo’s jumpy laughter.
“Hehe! It waHAHAhas funnehehehe!”
“Oi! Are you laughing at me?!” Sakura glared, stilling his hands only for Suo’s laughter to continue.
“Alright, that’s it!” Sakura yelled, reaching for his neck.
“NOHO!” Suo cried, snapping out of his giggle fit and becoming combative. “No, noho, no!”
It was much sloppier than usual, but he still managed to fend off Sakura’s wiggling fingers.
Nirei snickered as he laid down and sneakily crawled forward to gently scritch a hand into Suo’s side.
Suo squealed in surprise, nervous giggles slipping as he desperately grabbed Sakura’s wrists in a last ditch effort.
“Come on, Suo!” Sakura grunted, a wicked smile on his face as he gently fought Suo’s waning strength.
“Wehe can talk about thihi–AHAhaha! NireHEHEhehi!” Suo cried, tapping his feet on the ground in ticklish frustration.
“Yes?” he beamed, adding his second hand to Suo’s side and scribbling quickly.
A scream left Suo’s lips and Nirei looked up see Sakura’s fingers gently drift against Suo’s neck. Loud cackles filled the room as Suo was reduced to a blushing, hysterical mess.
“You okay there, Suo-san?” Nirei smiled, switching to poking up and down his side.
Suo hid his face in his hands, muffling his laughter as he weakly kicked at the ground.
“Think he’s had enough?” Sakura smiled.
“Yeah, probably,” Nirei snickered, stilling his fingers, and Sakura followed suit.
Lingering tingles sparked through Suo’s nerves as he blinked away tears of laughter. Both of his friends were grinning down at him.
“You bohoth look quite prohohoud of yoursehehelves,” Suo said, his serene smile returning despite the blush lingering on his cheeks.
“Maybe a little,” Nirei giggled, offering his hand.
Sakura mirrored the gesture. “You were asking for it,” he smirked.
“I suppose so,” Suo sighed, taking their hands and letting them pull him up.
“What was it you wanted to talk about?” Nirei chided.
“You mean while I was being tortured?” Suo asked, rolling his eye to ensure them he was joking.
“Yeahah, I guess,” Nirei chuckled.
“Mmm…at the time, probably a negotiation of sorts given the situation,” Suo mused. “A little late for that now.”
“I have a question,” Sakura frowned. “Do you…really think I’m a pyro?”
Suo blinked at him a few seconds before giggling despite himself. “Noho,” he said, shaking his head and patting his arm. “No, I don’t.”
“Then why did you keep messing with me about it?” Sakura grumbled, blushing at the gesture but not moving away.
Suo smiled. “Mostly because it was topical, but also because I thought it would rile you up,” he said, before turning his gaze to Nirei. “And I thought you would buy it too.”
“Suo-san,” Nirei sighed, shaking his head as Sakura grumbled to himself.
“Well,” Suo said, retrieving the plate of treats and his tea. “What’s next?”
“I don’t know,” Nirei shrugged. “But you two better pick something, or I worry we might go through all that again,” he said, motioning to the pillow he’d thrown.
“Why us?” Sakura asked, biting into a s’more.
“Because it’s your first one,” Nirei smiled. “And it’s only fair, I technically picked to make snacks first.”
“Hmm, maybe a game then, Sakura-kun?” Suo asked.
Sakura nodded as he chewed. Nirei got up to show them which games he had, and the three found themselves seated peacefully around a game board. For a while at least.
I'm gonna CRY!! My DARLINGS!!! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D
Puppy love: "Where are those giggles I love so much?"
“Oh?!” Mitsuri covered her mouth, eyes shining at the beautiful bouquet presented to her. “Iguru-san..”
“I saw these and thought of you.” He was looking anywhere but her- his ears and cheeks bright red as he cleared his throat several times. “They’re erm…cupcakes.”
“....You didn’t.” She gaped, and he peeked with mild fear. “You bought me a bouquet of cupcakes?” Her smile spread like sunlight as she gently took the bouquet, looking more closely. Sure enough- the petals were frosting, and the leaves were chocolates. “Iguru-san! You didn’t!”
“I thought you’d like them better than normal flowers.” He confessed, then yelped when she threw herself into his arms. “K-Kanroji!”
“Iguru-san, you don’t even know how happy you made me just now.” She was crying, tears making her green eyes glisten like jewels as she leaned back. “This is the best Valentine's gift anyone’s ever given me! Well- that rock Nezuko painted is a close second..”
“Gotta step up my painting game.” He mused, making her giggle. Ah, there were those giggles he loved so much. So much better than her tears. In fact…”Can I see those for just a moment?”
“Hm? Sure, why- Ehehehhehe!” Once the “flowers” were secured, Obanai grabbed her waist and pulled her forward. From there, he tickled her sides gleefully, making her squirm and giggle. “Iihihihihguuhuhuruhuhuhu!”
“Glad to hear you dropped the san part.” He smiled behind his mask, feeling a bit bold. “Just call me Obanai.”
“Ehehahahhhaha! I wiihihhill whehehen yohohohou cahhhall mehehhee Mihihiitsihihiri!” She argued back, and he felt his core warm with appreciation for her strength. Even tickled, he was no match for her. “Cohohohme nohohohw! Shahahy my nahahhame!”
“Say mine first.” He moved to her ribs, making her shriek with glee. “Say Obanai.”
“Shahahahhay Mihihihitsuhuuhuhri!”
“Very well- let’s say it at the same time, then.” He paused his tickles, still holding her in his arms as she caught her breathe. “Ready?”
“Hehe..hehehe..reheheady.” She nodded, smiling. “On three. One…two..”
There was a pause.
“You trickster!” She cried, laughing. “You were gonna make me say it alone!”
“No way- that was your plan!” He countered, snickering as she snorted several times. He waited until she could breathe again before he did it. “Happy Valentine's Day, Misturi.”
Her breath stopped, her eyes widened as her cheeks pinkened. Then she smiled, all the love in the world just for him. “Happy Valentine's Day, Obanai.”
