So I just randomly decided to make this one day because there's hardly any Smosh tickle content so here you go :)
This is lowkey kinda scary for me because this is my first time doing RPF so go easy on me
So feel free to send in requests for fics or headcanons! Or to even just chat a little. Maybe even tell me your own Smosh tickle thoughts if you're comfortable
A small note: due to some controversies, I will not be doing Keith, Noah, or Olivia. Thanks for understanding!
Also a disclaimer: I am simply going to write Smosh the way they act on camera, so please don't be weird
Hi! Is this blog abandoned?? I love that youre feeding the smosh tickle community content and I was wondering if its abandoned? Thank youuu
Not abandoned! I do still have some requests that need filling out and stuff like that. Truth be told, I have been kind of falling off of Smosh for awhile, and also I've just been super busy with school since I'm close to graduating and all that
But hopefully I'll pick up some of those requests soon!
Don't know about you guys but that moment in Lego Party where Angela kept giggling "Shayne stohop! Stohop it Shayne!" Had me rewind a couple of time for. reasons
Okay okay, odd ask, because we don't see the silly guy often, but do you have any George Primavera HCs? I completely understand if you dont I just need more content of the silly lad
George Primavera tickle headcanons
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Just a quick disclaimer, I know basically nothing about this guy. However I will indeed try my best based off of pure vibes
Okay right off the bat, he gives shy lee energy
Like. hide behind your hands while blushing and giggling kind of shy
Very shy about his ticklishness, will stutter to hell and back if asked if he's ticklish
He refuses to look at you if he's being teased
Ears go red too, he can't decide whether to hide those or his face
Doesn't really fight back when tickled, but he will kick his feet a little bit though
He gives lee-leaning switch to me
He's just a goofy guy who wiggles his fingers and goes coochie coochie coo because he likes to see his friends laugh
He sometimes gets so busy admiring his lee he forgets to tease them
But most of the time people consider his compliments more than enough
There was this one time where for Dread he incorporated a tickle monster just to see what the others would do
They almost threw him out of the building right then and there
Hi sorry I don't have more for him :( I just had never really thought about it before and haven't really watched anything with him in it other than the Christmas We're all gonna die that recently came out
oh hai i saw you were taking requests and wanted to throw an idea in :3
damien and angela are one of my favorite pairs (strictly platonic not shipping them) and i would LOVE to see a fic of the two of them! i have this idea of damien getting angela during a games video or smth as a distraction tactic only for angela to totally turn the tables and wreck his shit as revenge >:3
if you wanna add a couple other cast members in there pls feel free!! i look forward to seeing how you interpret this idea :D
— blushy-tigerrr <3
Cheat Code
Switches!Angela and Damien
Words: 1,184
A/N: Aaaaaand here you go! Sorry that this took so long the Smosh hyperfixation kinda took a backseat for awhile, but I am trying to get back into the swing of things slowly but surely!
"What's up guys, gals, and nonbinary pals?" Damien greeted the audience with a wave. He heard Courtney from the end of the couch giggle at the obvious reference. Pointing at the camera, he continued. "Today we are just going to be playing good ol' Mario Kart, and we're just going to be playing the way you're supposed to! Which means no blindfolds, no trying to lose, just lotsa fun times. We're just going to be chilling and having a chill time. So let's get into it!"
Today for the video, Damien, Angela, Courtney, and Trevor were on the couch with controllers in hand, with Angela and Damien in the middle and Courtney and Trevor on either side of them respectively. A couple rounds go by pretty smoothly, with good-natured banter and laughter mixed into the room.
Damien isn't shy to admit that he's been looking forward to this video for a while now. Sure, he liked all the challenges that they would do for certain videos, not to mention the characters and impressions that would make the video all the more entertaining, but he's been excited to just play a video game normally for a video, especially with the current people in this room.
"Yes! Take that, fuckers!" Okay. Well, most of them.
Somehow, Angela was winning, despite hardly playing video games. Damien was frankly finding it ridiculous that she won four times in a row, and finds the extreme amount of gloating even more ridiculous.
Seriously, how in the hell is she winning so many rounds? Literally right before they started recording she was holding the controller upside down. And not to mention the fact that she didn't even know what all the power ups did about a week ago!
Damien grips his controller tightly as Rainbow Road was starting up, his eyes stayed locked on the screen despite a plethora of Angela's taunts directed at mostly him.
"Are you fuckers ready to lose again? Because I'm soooo ready!" She exclaimed, grinning with fierce determination.
Damien merely huffs and stays focused on his character on the screen, in his peripheral vision he can see Angela glancing at him, clearly waiting for some kind of response. Which is too bad, because he's not going to give it to her!
As soon as the countdown reached 'GO' all four of them took off, with Trevor missing the boost you can get at the beginning, immediately putting him in last.
Angela is only a little ahead of both Damien and Courtney, with both of them being neck-and neck. He leans forward a bit, as if it'll actually help him take the lead.
He was too focused on his own spot on the screen that he didn't take notice of the shell that Trevor had gotten ahold of, which ended up hitting him, he could only watch in anguish and dread as his character not only fell behind, but also falling off the map in the process.
"Wow, for someone as nerdy as you, you sure suck at this."
…
Okay, that was it.
While Courtney and Trevor laugh at his pain, he creeps his hand over towards Angela and gives her side a squeeze.
"HeEEEEE-" She squeals and throws her controller up in the air, before trying to remove Damien's hand. "Dahaham! Dam, quhuhuit!"
He only grinned. "Nuh-uh. This is your own fault! You were being cocky and now I'm teaching you a lesson!"
Damien then moves his hand over to scribble over her stomach, causing her to double over and bring her knees up in an attempt to protect yourself. Still, Damien's hand is unmoving, proceeding to tickle Angela silly as his free hand is busy with the controller.
"Get her, get her." Trevor repeats as he goes onto the next lap, followed by Courtney and Damien.
"She keeps falling off the edge!"
"SHUHUHU UHUP!" Angela shrieks, trying to reach for her abandoned controller, before retracting her arm back to her side after being attacked on her armpit. "COHOHOME OHOHON!"
In her intense bouts of laughter, she ended up leaning into Damien, giving him the opportunity to put his arm around Angela and scribble over her other side.
"COURT! TREV!" She wheezed. "HEHEHELP MEHEHE!"
"Yeah, I'm good." Trevor says smugly. "You're on your own with this one."
"Me too!" Courtney explained within her own giggles. "I'm not risking anything!"
"TRAHAHAHAITORS!" She screams, shoving Damien weakly.
Luckily, he only had to continue for about ten more seconds before his character passed the finish line with him in third place, Trevor in second, and Courtney in first.
"Dude," Trevor chuckles. "After all of that and you still technically got last."
Damien shrugs and releases a breathless Angela from his gentle grasp, shrugging with a grin. "As long as I beat her."
The three laugh as well as the people behind the camera join while Angela, now a little bit recovered, glared at everyone, her hair now messy and ruffled and face flushed from both laughter and embarrassment.
Angela flips off the crew, refusing to look her fellow castmates in the eye. "You know what? Fuck you guys! That was not funny!"
"Then why were you laughing so hard?" Damien couldn't help but quip.
Angela turns to him, glaring fiercely. But instead of yelling at him about how he cheated or couldn't help it, she started creeping towards him, slowly and quietly.
Damien's smile quickly faded, replaced with giddy nervousness. He knows that look.
"Wait." He chokes on a giggle. "Wait wait waitwaitwait—"
She cuts him off with her hands darting towards his stomach. "You're gonna regret that!"
He immediately bursted into boisterous laughter, falling into the back of the couch.
"Ahahaha! Ahahangela!" He laughs. "Stohohop!"
"What's that? Can't here you over your giggles." Angela snarks, continuing her tickly assualt on his poor stomach.
Damien buries his face into the cushion, muffling his laugh. He scrunches his shoulders up in an attempt to cover his blushing face.
"Hey, come on." Angela practically cooes. "Show me your face." She lightly scribbles her nails across his neck, making him through his head back.
"Nohohoho fahahair!" He complains, squeezing his eyes shut.
"No fair?" Angela repeats incredulously. "I'll tell you what's no fair! The fact that you did the same thing to me when I was about to wipe the floor with you again!"
"You hahahad ihihit cohohomihihing!" Damien cries. "Yohohou were beheheing a little shihit!"
"I mean… he's right." Trevor cuts in with amusement written all over his face.
"Trevor, stop talking or you're next."
"Got it."
By the time that Angela goes for his hips, he begins wheezing and starts to give in.
As the video of the last "Let's Do This!" wrapped up, Arasha couldn't help but smile to herself, in both accomplishment, and self-satisfaction.
Arasha doesn't have to turn around to know that Angela and Amanda are still reeling from their encounters with their mothers. All thanks to her, obviously.
It hadn't been easy, getting in touch with their moms without either of their knowledge. But she did eventually end up getting both of their numbers after a good set of puppy eyes. And then, of course, Arasha had to persuade them in order to help her.
And surprisingly enough, was the easy part. They were both scaringly eager to surprise their daughters
Anyways, it had been a delight to see both of their faces pale when it was revealed on what she exactly did. And then seeing both of them turn red from sheer embarrassment as they were scolded was the cherry on top.
Though, Arasha had to admit she did feel a little bit guilty during these experiences. (She could've sworn Angela was on the verge of tears at one point)
Arasha barely turns around to maybe apologize when she saw Shayne point behind her from the crowd, mouthing 'holy shit', looking far too enthusiastic.
The rest of the crowd was also looking behind her with a variety of expressions, some looking on in anticipation with wide grins while others shyly hide their faces, but for some reason, seemed to be blushing, which only worried Arasha. What was happening behind her that could warrant those reactions?
Her thoughts got cut off by a very sudden poke to the side, causing her to yelp and flinch.
Whirling around, she makes eye contact with the perpetrators who are none other than Angela and Amanda. Both women are wearing identical mischievous expressions with their hands formed into claws. Which could only mean one thing…
"Hey, guys, we can talk about this, right?" Arasha smiles nervously, backing up with her hands up in surrender.
The two didn't respond for a moment, only sparing each other couple knowing glances as if they were both having a conversation that no one else could hear.
Oh. She's fucked.
"W-Wait, wait— hold on-" Arasha cut herself off with a shriek of surprise when Amanda grabs her, practically wrestling her to the ground.
Technically, Arasha is stronger than Amanda, but the other woman's height combined with the pure shock of the situation has weakened her.
Arasha can only giggle nervously as Amanda manages to raise her arms above her head, heat rising to her face. Angela kneels down and places her hand directly on Arasha's stomach, causing it to flinch and quiver under the touch, much to her amusement.
"Oh? Does someone have a sensitive tummy?" Angela cooes in a sweetly soft baby voice that Angela only reserves for people who she's getting revenge on. "Is someone a little ticklish~?"
"Awww, look at her face~ she's smiling and we haven't even done anything yet~" Amanda joins in, keeping Arasha's arms in an iron grip.
Chuckling, Angela slowly traces her nails up and down Arasha's stomach, making her squirm a little while she also tries to fight off the impending giggles.
She also can't help but listen to the quiet whispers of the spectators from the previous shoot. Sure, she heard the door close a couple times because people had to leave due to being too shy, but Arasha knows if she looks over there, she'll make eye contact with at least ten or so people. So she ends up squeezing her eyes shut, just praying for this mortifying moment to end.
"Look at you!" Angela exclaims. "The queen of lies: taken down by just a few tickles." As she says that her nails travel closer and closer to Arasha's sides, causing her to try to wiggle away out of reflex and anticipation.
"Where do you think you're going?" Amanda asks incredulously. "You're not going anywhere, you little wiggle worm!"
Angela's hands move to Arasha's armpits, now putting down a bit more pressure, making her try and pull her arms free, but to no avail.
"I don't think you're in the position to make demands like that." Amanda says softly, which to the typical person wouldn't be that big of a deal, but Arasha knows Amanda, and Amanda is ruthless while tickling someone. So the softness is more like warning. And it's immediately proven by Amanda poking her side as said warning. "Especially after that stunt you just pulled."
"Yeah, and what's wrong with the way we talk? Courtney does it all the time!" Angela adds, never removing her hands from Arasha's underarms.
"Shehehehe's behetteheher ahat ihihit!" Arasha responds through her laughter. "Yohohou two are juhuhust mehehehean!"
As soon as she said that, she knew she fucked up by the way the two were staring at her.
"Wahahait. Nohohoho, I'm sohohohorreHEHEHEHE—" Arasha basically screams when Angela starts pinching at her ribs.
Amanda also contributes, making sure to add in little pokes whenever she could.
"Oh we're mean? After what you did today I don't ever want to hear that sentence out of you again!" Angela exclaims right before Arasha's laughter turned silent, followed by her shoulders bouncing up and down.
"And the Marvel scam."
"Yeah, that too."
That next couple minutes go by in a complete blur, she can barely hear any of Angela's and Amanda's teasing, all she can think about is how much it tickles and the constant pressure of their nails scritching at her worst spots.
She doesn't know how much time has passed before the other two finally decide to be merciful and let go of Arasha.
Amanda turns to the spectators, calling out. "Alright you guys, shows over!"
The sound of amused murmers and footsteps follow before the door closes, leaving only Arasha and the two causes if her death.
Angela pulls her into a side hug, playing with her hair. "You okay? We didn't kill you, right?"
Despite the humor in Angela's voice, Arasha could tell she was concerned.
She leans her head on Angela's shoulder. "'M fine. You're just ruthless."
Amanda makes a noise of mock offense. "And what about me? If I didn't hold you down, she wouldn't have even gotten a poke in!"
"You're both mean." Arasha decides, crossing her arms.
Angela and Amanda share a glance before both turning to look at Arasha. Amanda opens her mouth to speak.
"God fucking dammit." Angela mutters under her breath as her mechanical pencil snapped again.
Courtney her head up as if it was a dog who saw a squirrel, she gives Angela a lighthearted glare. "Language!"
Rolling her eyes, Angela pressed down on the button to give her more led. Today was Friday, which means Courtney heads over to her house after school to help her with her homework and study. A couple months ago it was a more frequent thing with Courtney helping Angela whenever she could, but as time went on, Angela behan to adapt, meaning that Courtney didn't have to step in as much. Which from an outsider's perspective it would've been the dream to get rid of the nerdy teacher's pet.
… but truth be told, Angela found herself feeling slightly saddened that she and Courtney wouldn't be studying as much together. And Courtney felt the same way, but they agreed that they'd do their homework together on Fridays after school. Not that this was the onky time they hung out, but Angela likes it better when it's just her and Courtney, and especially when it's quiet.
"Fuck!" Angela exclaims loudly as her led, once again, breaks.
Okay, it's alright if she's the only loud one.
Courtney shoots her head up again. "Language!"
Angela groans. "So? Who gives a shit if I say the fuck word every now and then?"
The blonde starts to sputter indignantly, clearing caught off guard by Angela's audacity. She smirks now that she has successfully gotten under her skin.
The other only spends a couple moments being in shock before recognizing Angela's usual shit eating grin. She gives her a deadpan stare.
"You're the worst."
Angela shoots her finger guns with a wink. "Love you too, babe!"
Courtney let's out a small huff with a pout on her face before turning back to her textbook, Angela didn't miss how hard she was blushing at such a simple sentence. And she would never admit it, with her goth persona and all, but god does she look cute.
Minutes pass by with comfortable enough silence, with Angela sparing a couple glances at Courtney, which she thankfully doesn't notice. Whenever she's with the cute nerd, she can't stop asking herself, 'What are we?'
Because, okay, they're friends, sure, everyone can see that. But both of them know the other likes them, but they haven't really put a label on anything as far as she knows. But being girlfriends sounds daunting, in a strange way.
Snap!
"Fucking hell!" Angela sneers at the damn pencil. "What the fuck is wrong with this thing? This fucking pencil sucks ass!"
Courtney sighs. "That's because you're pressing on it too hard, and also, can you please stop cursing so much?"
Angela quirks an eyebrow and smirks. "Yeah, and what will you do if I don't?"
She tries her best to keep her smirk and not dissolve into laughter the last time she asked Courtney that, only to be told that she's going to 'kick her head'.
Unsurprisingly, Courtney doesn't think of her response right away, her eyes dart around the room, and opening her mouth before closing it again.
"I… I'll…" Courtney trails off, before perking up, meaning that she thought of something. "I'll tickle you!"
…
Wait, what?
The smug smirk slowly slid off her face and got replaced a look of pure shock, but she felt her face quickly heat up after registering Courtney's words.
Speaking of Courtney, she's staring at her with that stupidly adorable, curious face that Angela had grown accustomed to. Usually Angela would throw out some smug remark that Courtney would roll her eyes at, but this time, every single word in the English language left her head at the exact same time.
Shit. This isn't good. The longer she goes without saying anything, the more suspicious she'll look.
Think, Angela! Think!
"Are you… blushing?"
… shit.
That had broken Angela out of her mini trance. She sputters a little bit before turning her head, leaving the blonde to only see the back of her head, praying that she won't notice her ears turn red when embarrassed.
"Aaaaaaang~" Courtney sang, followed by the sound of shuffling that just so happens to come closer. Angela jumps when she hears Courtney's voice right next to her. "Answer the question, Ang. Are you blushing?"
Angela lightly shoves her away and resorts to glaring at the floor, as one does. "Wh— no! Of courseI'm not blushing!" She makes sure to say the word with as much disdain as possible.
Humming, Courtney reaches forward and grabs Angela's chin, leaving her no choice but to look at her, but to her surprise, Courtney doesn't hold any of that teasing smugness Angela thought she heard earlier. Instead, she's smiling with so much warmth it would make the sun jealous, with eyes just as gentle.
And honestly? She can't tell which one is worse.
"Angela, are you… ticklish?" Ah, there was the question she was dreading.
The goth stutters and flinches away from Courtney's gentle grasp. "N-No! I'm not fucking ticklish! That's stupi--EEK!" As soon as that high pitched squeal left her mouth, she clamped a hand firmly over it as quick as humanly possible.
Courtney seems just as surprised, having only poked her in the side with one measly finger. She draws back before grinning the widest grin Angela has ever seen on anyone ever. She looks at her with absolute wonder in her eyes.
"Oh my gosh, you are!" The nerd exclaims, wiggling her fingers in between the middle of some of Angela's ribs.
Her reaction is immediate, wiggling every way she possibly can with a hand still clamped over her mouth. She grunts in frustration and bites her lip as Courtney goes a couple inches higher leading to her armpit.
"Ohh~ I think somebody's ticklish~" Courtney teases, looking only a second away from darting her hands in her underarms.
Stubbornly, she only continues to bite back giggles threatening to escape, because she knows knows what Courtney's trying to do. She's trying to get her to talk, by saying stuff she knows she'll deny, because the second she opens her mouth, there's no way she'd be able to keep it closed by then.
So instead, she simply resorts to shaking her head and squeezing her arms against Courtney's hands until she let go.
"Really? You're not? Well, if you're not ticklish, you shouldn't have a problem saying it, riiiight?" She shakes her head again, causing Courtney to giggle. "Well, fine then. Guess I'm going to have to stay in your armpits until you laugh, since you trapped my hands and all."
As soon as Courtney started wiggling her fingers in the little crevous, Angela chokes on a laugh, which ends with a snort. She tries biting her lip again, but it's too late as the giggles already came flooding out.
"Ahahahaha! Cohohohourtnehehey!"
The person inquestion beams at her. "There's that laugh that I've been missing!"
Since she can't clamp her hands on her mouth anymore, she simply results to flapping her hands and kicking her legs. "Cohohohuhurt *snort* nohohoho!"
"Oh. My. Gosh." The nerd squeals in delight. "You're stimming! That's so cute!"
At the mention of her stimming, Angela wants nothing more than for the floor to swallow her whole, then at least she won't have to deal with this utter humiliation.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed!" Courtney assures. "It's cute!"
"N-Nahahahat cuhuhuHUHUTE— Court, please anywhere but there!" Angela says it in such a hurry that she wonders if it only came out in gibberish.
Courtney glides her nails down Angela's sides stopped right above her waist, which is right above her hips, which is right above her thighs.
Basically every spot the waist down is immediate death.
Courtney raises a brow, and Angela can immediately tell she's thinking the same thing. "Hm? Bad spot, huh?"
"D--Don't you fucking daHAHAHAHARE! WHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK?"
Clicking her tongue, Courtney starts scribbling all over her waist, before squeezing her hips and thighs, leaving Angela to thrash and squeal in her grasp. Thank god her parents aren't home.
"You know, Angie, I would've let you go if you could just stop swearing for twenty seconds." Courtney speaks over the laughter. "It's honestly as if you don't want me to stop."
"FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!" Angela manages to flip her off. "SHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!"
"I don't hear any denial~"
Angela doesn't respond, she simply throws her head back and relishes in her tickly torment.
… Yeah, okay. Maybe Courtney had a point.
It wasn't until her laughter started to get silent that her friend took that as a signal to let her breath.
Wrapping her arms around the shorter girl, Courtney pulls her into her lap, lightly rubbing at her previously tickled spots as a way to chase away the ghost tickles.
The blonde smiles and starts playing with her now messy hair. "I know, honey. The tickle monster is just soooo mean to poor wittle Angie, isn't she?" She boops her nose.
"Yohou are!" She insists with a huff, but not pushing her away.
"Well maybe if you stop cursing—"
"Yeah yeah…" Angela waves her hand dismissively, but still offers a shy smile.
The two spent a quiet moment together, just basking in what they had. Angela feels her eyes drooping as Courtney continued to play with her hair, which she knows she shouldn't let happen because they still got homework to finish.
Today was just an ordinary day in the Smosh office. There were schedules to follow and content to make, but in Shayne's honest opinion, maybe content isn't all that necessary sometimes.
Why is he saying that? Well, it's because him and Amanda are finally playing Five Nights at Freddy's, a video which was basically begged for from the fans after that lie him and Spencer told Amanda.
Why had he decided to open his fuckass mouth?
"CHECK THE CAMERAS!"
"THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING!"
Now, Shayne liked to consider himself a pretty calm person, usually outside of videos, but still, and Amanda was the same way. But FNAF is a horror game, which means panic, which means screaming absolute nonsense.
"THERE'S CHICA!"
"WHERE???"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE—"
Look, in Amanda's defense, Chica is definitely the scariest one out of the animatronics.
Shayne was scrolling through the security cameras when he felt Amanda's nails lightly graze the side of his stomach when she grabs him. He jolts back into his seat with a barely restrained giggle.
Amanda glares at him. "What are you doing?? Don't just stop!"
"I-I can't hehelp it! Yohohou're tickling me!" He manages to say, but still reaches for the keyboard.
"Yeah? Well, I'm gonna tickle you more if you don't do something!" Even though Amanda was probably just saying that for a fan to add to their gas leak compilation, it still made heat rise up on Shayne's cheek.
No matter how hard Shayne kept squirming and wiggling, Amanda's hands stayed firmly in place on his midriff, and it was driving him crazy.
"Amahanda! Lehehet goho!" He exclaims, attempting to go through the cameras.
"Not until you get through this goddam night!" Oh so it's gonna be like that then?
Despite Amanda acting oblivious and just claiming that she grabs onto people when she's scared, Shayne can feel her fingers slowly inch around on his sides and even his stomach. And he swears he can see her smirk out of the corner of his eye whenever he reacts a bit too intensely.
But at least she's not tickling him too much to where he can't focus, sometimes it's more of a scratch than a tickle.
…. but it's still annoying as fuck though!
"H-HEE--Hehehey!" Shayne calls out as Amanda inches closer to her armpits. "Quhuhuit thahat! Gehehet ohoff!"
Amanda opened her mouth to reply, but Bonny ended up beating her to it by jumpscaring them, causing both of them to scream (from both laughter and fear, in Shayne's case) and almost fall back out of their chairs.
As they both stared at the screen that signals they died, Shayne gives Amanda a deadpan stare.
"It's your turn now."
As soon as those words left Shayne's mouth, Amanda's previous smugness melted into a look of panic. She tried to open her mouth to form a reply, but Shayne was already handing over the controller.
"Wait—"
Shayne paid her no mind as he pushes the 'start over' option, which was highly against Amanda's wishes.
"W-Wait, Shayne— I don't know hoOW—" Her sentence breaks off into a squeal when Shayne started spidering all over her knees.
She threw her head back and leaned back into the chair. "SHAHAHAHAYNE— SHAHAHAYNE!!"
"Yep. That's my name, don't wear it out." Now it's his turn to smirk as Amanda starts to blush.
"THIHIHIS IHIHISN'T FAHAHAHAIR!"
"Mm. Yeah, well, you should've thought of that when you were tickling me." He changes his spidering to squeezes, eliciting a snort out of her. Jackpot.
To be fair, Amanda never targeted his worst spots when he was playing a couple moments earlier, which Shayne realizes, but consider: he doesn't care.
"Amanda, you know you have to start playing the game, right?"
Despite her current predicament, she still manages to flip him off. "FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU!"
"Someone's been hanging around Angela for too long."
Her blush deepens. "YOHOHO'RE THE WOHOHORST!"
They barely even noticed a Chica jumpscare in the background over all the laughter that is currently going silent.
Luckily, Shayne is a merciful man, he takes his hands off of Amanda's knees and takes the controller back.
She glares at him, running her hands through her now messy hair. "That was so unnecessary."
Shayne only grins and turns back to the screen. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, once we beat Night 5 we'll wrap up this video."
"Holy shit." Amanda hears Angela giggle from beside her. "That looks so bad!"
Today was their annual pumpkin carving stream, and in the stream was Amanda, Angela, Shayne, and Courtney. Courtney and Shayne were preoccupied with talking about their favorite movies and certain memes that Amanda doesn't understand the references of. So with the couple in their own little world, it leaves Angela and Amanda to their own devices. Which, for the shorter one, means bullying, apparently.
Amanda rolls her eyes. "It just looks bad because I'm not done yet! It'll look better in a bit."
"Dude, I think we might as well hold the funeral, there's no way you can salvage this." Angela cackles.
"It doesn't need salvaging because I'm not done!" Amanda retorts, not taking her eyes off of the admittedly mangled pumpkin. Okay, maybe it can't be salvaged, but Angela doesn't need to know that.
Angela snorts. "Really? Because right now it looks like it's been through five wars in the span of two weeks." She dissolves into a bought of giggles at her own joke.
Amanda spares one more glance at Shayne and Courtney. They're still talking to each other while she's being ruthlessly bullied, and she knows for a fact that Shayne at least isn't paying attention, because he'd be piling onto her misery.
Having had enough, she grabs Angela's wrist and glares at her. "Oh, you wanna laugh? Guess I'll give you something to laugh about!"
"W-Wait what do yohohohou mehehean— Ahahamandaha!" Angela dissolves into giggles as soon as Amanda's hands made contact with her stomach.
At the sound of laughter, Courtney and Shayne perk their heads up and look at the sight before them before grinning.
"Jesus Christ, we only look away for ten seconds and this is what happens?" Shayne asks, running his hand through his hair.
Courtney giggles at the playful display. "What did she even do?"
"She was being a little shit!" Was Amanda's only reply. She scratched her nail over a particularly sensitive spot close to her sides, earning her a squeal.
Angela puts her hands on Amanda's, but never attempts to remove them. "Hehehey, stohop talking abohohout mehe!"
Amanda mock pouts. "Awww, but you're sooo cute! Even if you're being a little shit."
"IhIhI'm nohohot—"
"And that blushy face of yours? How can anyone resist such cuteness—"
"Ahahahamanda!" Angela exclaims, which only does her the favor of sounding like a whine. "Stohohop! Everyone's wahahatching!"
Amanda drags her nails up and down her sides, making the other woman squirm. "As they should. I mean, look at you getting all wiggly from just a couple fingers~"
"Oh yeah, don't pay us any mind." Shayne waved his hands, radiating smugness.
Angela jolts when Amanda wiggles a couple fingers in her armpits. Amanda doesn't even have to look at Angela's face to know she's blushing up a storm right now. Her thought is only confirmed even more true when Angela hides her face in her hands.
"Shuhuhut up!" Her voice is muffled from her hands, but still clear none the less.
Amanda makes an exaggerated gasp of offense. "Shut up? You know, Ang, you're lucky I'm nice, otherwise you're thighs would look really tickleable right now~"
At the mention of her worst spot, Angela starts actually trying to get Amanda's hands off of her, giggling frantically. "Nonononohoho… plehehease, anywhehehere but thehehehere!"
The taller woman chuckles softly. "Don't worry. Like I said, I'm nice! So nice, in fact, that I think you deserve a break."
She takes her hands off of Angela, letting her catch her breath.
Smugly, Amanda crosses her arms. "Maybe don't talk shit next time. Now that you know what's coming.
After a couple seconds, Angela sits back up and grins. "Okay, sure, I get that, but in my defense, it is super bad—"
Tommy quickly spares a glance at Chanse, who's currently sitting in the TNTL stool and getting his water bottle for the next round.
He turns around and starts digging through the countless boxes of props and costumes along with a couple other cast members. Tommy crouches down and scrounges around in the closest box, only to sigh in disappointment when nothing he found appeared to be that useful.
Angela and Amanda go out first, acting as divorced assassins having the most sexual charged gunfight known to man. Next was Damien, being a clown who's too sensitive. And then there was Courtney, doing some bit of Professor Miller having a midlife crisis after his fifth divorce.
Tommy only went through the boxes faster as Courtney's bit was coming to a close. He's about to give up and just resort to staring at Chanse until he spit.. that is until he spots a small Elmo puppet at the bottom of the box.
A plan quickly formulates in his head as he grabs the little puppet and put it on his hand. Tommy has to admit, this isn't his most thought out bit, far from it, but it's literally the only thing he has when Courtney joins the other cast members after a short applause from the crew.
After the clapping subsided, Tommy struts out in his usual confidence. As soon as Chanse's eyes landed on the red monster he doubles over, but not spitting.
"Hey," Tommy greeted as the puppet in a very un-Elmo-like voice. "You've heard of Tickle-Me-Elmo, now it's time for Tickle-You-Elmo." He makes the puppet point at Chanse, who immediately jolts and wraps his arms around himself. Still, no water came out of his mouth.
Tommy mimes Not Elmo walking over to Chanse made it wiggle it's little, furry hands.
"Now, which tickle spot shall Tickle-You-Elmo go for first, hm?" He asked in a teasing voice, a pink hugh grazes over Chanse's cheeks, and Tommy feels content when a small bit of water dribbles down his chin, which counts as a success. But Tommy wants to know how much he can make Chanse spit just from a poorly put together bit.
"Hmm… say Mr. Chanse, how about that scrumptious looking neck right there?" Tommy makes Not Elmo lean towards the other man's neck as if he was about to give it tickly nibbles, which makes Chanse lean away with barely concealed giggles. Before Not Elmo reaches his neck, he pulls back with a quiet, "on second thought…"
Chanse wipes the water droplets off his chin before giving Tommy an incredulous hand gesture, one that says, "what kind of fucking bit is this?"
Tommy responds with a shrug, because honestly? He has no idea either.
He clears his throat and begins to talk as Not Elmo again. "Ugh, there's just too many tickle spots to choose from! What's a tickle monster to do?" Tommy makes a show of having Not Elmo bow his head in the saddest way possible, earning a couple of sympathetic 'awws' from the crew, who are trying their hardest to keep it together.
That was the last straw from Chanse, however, because he immediately turned his head away and let out the most violent spit take Tommy has ever seen from the other man. The others are having the same thought, because Tommy turns around to see their gobsmacked expressions.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Angela is the first to speak, not taking her eyes off Chanse, who's refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. "We go through so many bits everyday, and that's what gets you to spit like that?"
Damien does a slow clap. "I'm honestly impressed more than anything. Who knew you could get such a reaction out of so little?"
Chanse clears his throat, trying to shake off any left over embarrassment from that round. He crosses his arms with his usual confidence. "I only spit 'cause I felt bad for him. I just knew he was scrambling for his life back there!"
Amanda rolls her eyes playfully while Courtney laughed, Angela mmbles something Tommy can't pick up under her breath, but it was loud enough for Damien to hear since he immediately bursted out laughing.
After the outro of that video, the cast diversed before their next videos, Tommy can't help but notice that Chanse was the first and quickest to leave, making him frown.
Tommy fiddles anxiously with the edge of his shirt all the way towards the break room before plopping down onto the couch. Tommy pulls out his phone and begins doomscrolling through TikTok.
Despite the dances, funny animal videos, and the occasional edits (which he definitely does not save to a private account) his mind keeps coming back to Chanse, and he just can't get the thought out of his head that he might've made him uncomfortable.
Shit, he's such a dumbass. He shouldn't have embarrassed Chanse like that. He should probably make it up to him, but how? How can you make it up to someone after fumbling so hard?
Before he can get too far into his spiral, the break room door opens to reveal none other than Chanse. He walks on over to the couch and sits next to Tommy and pulls out his phone.
To any person, it might just look like Chanse being Chanse, no matter how embarrassed he might he he always bounces back with twice as much charisma and confidence as before. To some, it might look like that Chanse has completely forgotten about the ordeal that happened only five minutes ago, either that or he just doesn't care.
But not to Tommy.
It might look like Chanse is all calm and collected on the outside, but people close to him can tell when he's got something on his mind. By the way his breath shudders ever so slightly or his leg bouncing. Sure, Chanse is a good actor and can hide when something's on his mind, but Tommy is also a good reader of people.
"I'm sorry!" Tommy blurts out before he can stop himself.
Chanse raises an eyebrow, clearly shocked from the outburst, and puts down his phone. "What?"
"About earlier." Tommy clarifies, fiddling with the hem of his shirt again. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just didn't have anything planned, and before I knew it Courtney was just finishing up their bit and—"
"Tommy."
"-the only thing that really caught my attention was this little Elmo puppet that I didn't even know we had and the first thing that came to mind was Tickle-You-Elmo which I know is stupid but I literally didn't have anything else—"
"Tommy!"
"—so I went out there and I just started talking before my mind could catch up but you and everyone else was laughing so I thought you were okay with it but I guess I was wrong and I'm so sorry I wouldn't really blame you if you just flatout strangled me right now—"
"Tommy!" Chanse managed to interrupt his anxiety-fueled ramble, grabbing his face and giving him no choice but to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. I actually came in here to tell you the… opposite."
The other man trailed off into a bashful whispering, letting go of Tommy's face and averting eye contact like he did at the end of TNTL.
Tommy could only tilt his head in confusion at what Chanse just admitted. This was not how he expected his Friday to go. "What do you mean?"
Chanse buries his face into his hands with a groan, a noticeable blush rising onto his face. "I mean it was the opposite of uncomfortable. I… kind of, didn't mind it." He admits, taking a shaky breath. "I was actually wondering if you could…" He trails off into a mumble that Tommy can't quite hear.
"Sorry— what?"
"… finish what you started? You know, the idea of the bit." Chanse emphasized his point by wiggling his fingers, still not looking at Tommy.
And just like that, a lightbulb turned on in Tommy's mind and he can't help but grin "Oh. You want me to tickle you?"
The shorter man flinches as if he's been shot, his eyes are wide and he begins to stutter. "W-Well, you don't have to be so blunt about it! And I-I don't want to force you or anything so we can just forget this whole thing happened—"
Now it was Tommy's turn to cut off Chanse, pulling him into his lap as he let out a noise of surprise. "You know, I wasn't lying when I said there were too many tickle spots to choose from."
"Tohommy…"
"In fact, I better go through all of your tickle spots just so I can know where's the best spot to tickle you!" In just a couple sentences, Tommy's anxious thoughts got replaced by playful and mischievous ones.
"How about yooouuurrr… belly!" Tommy exclaims in a silly voice as he quickly scribbled all over Chanse's midsection, causing him to squeal and kick his legs.
He immediately lets up and darts his hands into Chanse's armpits, earning some boisterous laughter from him.
"Pffffft— hahaha Tommehehehe!"
"Hm, not quite right either." Tommy muses to himself as if another person isn't currently giggling his head off right beneath him.
Then, Tommy squeezes Chanse's sides, causing him to flail his his limbs all over the place.
"Woah! Guess I ended up finding the jackpot, huh?"
"TOM— TOMMEHEHEHE! PL-PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Chanse basically begs, which is very un-Chanse-like.
Tommy stays in that spot for a little bit longer, making sure to go up and down which elicits many different sounds out of him.
He only stops when tears of mirth threaten to slide down his face. He ceases his tickling and gently rubs at the spots that he had tickled Chanse, he can't help but smile at the man on his lap, content with the fact that he trusted Tommy enough to do this.
Although it might not be a big deal to some, that meant the world to him.
