#ficz

[00just-a-pancake00]

Just an Illusion

Ler!Pomegranate, Lee!Dark Cacao, Lee!Golden Cheese, Lee!Hollyberry, Lee!White Lily

CW: Bondage

Takes place in Crispia EP 10, and rather a ticklish adaptation of the story.

Hello everyone, its been a while, and as I come back I may start doing tickle stories for Cookie Run!!!!

-----

"This place is very well-preserved..."

Wanders a cookie who is currently traversing in desolate, deserted places, which without his knowledge, his old home. His footsteps look upon the marshmallow bed he used to sleep in.

And that cookie, is Pure Vanilla Cookie.

"To think that I once used this bed, soft like a giant marshmallow... It all feels like a distant dream." He makes a murmur that mixes with the soft ambience of the place.

Then footsteps came. And with it, a mushroom-looking Cookie looks at Pure Vanilla.

"Ohh... Heeey... Hiii... Whatcha doooin...?" Chirped the cookie, eyes meeting with the former king's.

"Oh," Smiled Pure Vanilla as he faces the other cookie, "I’m taking a look around... For old times’ sake." He replies with nostalgia.

The mushroom child makes a curious face. "Oh... Cool... Is it making you think happy memories?" He asks in curiosity.

"Yes. These walls have seen much over the years." Pure Vanilla nods,"Many of those moments were quite delightful."

The other cookie, by Poison Mushroom Cookie, makes a smile.

"Ooooh, far out..." Smiling, he raises his arms.

"What about memories like... this...?"

And suddenly, Pure Vanilla releases a chain of coughs, widening his eyes as he looks at Poison Mushroom.

"W-What is happening?!!"

"There, there... It’s alright... Shroomy spores won’t hurt you." Lied the fungi based cookie, "They’re gonna help you... Yeah... Help you see more things! Bad things! That’s right..."

Stinging sensations flood the former King's vision, before he pulls his hood off and coughs again. "Wait... My... eyes...!"

"Open your eyes... Can you see? Can you?" Chirped Poison Mushroom Cookie as he looks upon the trembling Pure Vanilla Cookie murmur.

"This... what is this..."

The moment he opens his eyes.

He saw a vision he couldn't bear.

. . .

"AAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! CUHUHUT THAHAT OHOUT!!!!"

"CHEHEHEHEHEEEEHEHESEE HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!"

"N-NOOHOHOHOHO!!! MAHAKE IHIT STOHOP!!!"

"R-REHEHELEHEASE MEEE!! I CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT!!!"

Laughter echoes within the vision Pure Vanilla gazes upon. His eyes widen at the spectacle. Comrades of his tickled and bound.

The triumphant Hollyberry Cookie, having candy cane hands squeeze and prod her sides and stomach.

The stoic but strong Dark Cacao Cookie, arms restrained above his head as his ribs get the better of him.

The radiant and greedy Golden Cheese Cookie, who has her left side and feet tormented by the drastic appendages.

And Pure Vanilla's classmate from the Blueberry Academy, White Lily Cookie, upside down as her neck and tummy were poked and wiggled upon.

"W-Whats going on?! Hollyberry Cookie?! Everyone...? Have you been all captured?! Wake up!" In instinct, Pure Vanilla calls out in hopes he can help his friends, tickled against their sanity and will.

"On the day of the Dark Flour War, you meddled with forbidden Crescent Moon magic to stand against Dark Enchantress Cookie. Your foolish wielding of that magic has cursed them." Another voice adds, one that scorns Pure Vanilla for the stunt he did.

Dread filled Pure Vanilla from what he has heard.

"H-h-h-how... WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

[sardonic-sprite]

*cracks knuckles* Been a while since I did this

Here in My Arms - FLUFF! TOUCH STARVATION! Need i explain more?

Your Words In My Head - this fic was subconsciously at the back of my mind when I was writing the first chapter of mmb. Protective batfamily!

Throw Away My Faith - You know how much I've already screamed about this

Runaway - THE BONDING! THE BADASSNESS! YOU WRITE IT ALL SO WELL!

Don't You Know? - PROTECTIVE JASON OVER A SMOL ABUSED TIM DRAKE AJDSHBFI FERAL.

zugzwang - You already know.

We Two Ghosts - the s o f t

Oh, Christmas Tree! - FLUFF AND CRACK AND FAMILYYYYYYYY. I already mentioned i love when you write bonding

Of Sleep, and Feelings, and Pie at 3 AM - ^ :D

Repletion - You know this too.

priceless - HELLO THE PRETENSE???? SO GOOD???

bane - I'm sure you've heard everyone's screams about this. Excellent plot and excellent dialogue and characters speculation as well

rafter of satin, roof of stone - jncfhbhwde IMMACULATE dialogue

the things I do for you... - TIM'S SASS AND THE HUMOR IN THIS ONE THO. OYCXTIXTIZYOXUOCUOC

if you know, you know - you've heard my comments on this

Anyways yeah. Love your writing. Keep it up!

"This" being making me blush beet red? 😂

HIMA - I mean you can if you want to lol. Touch-starved Timmy is a nice safe trope for an early-in-career fic

YWIMH - ahhhhhh that is a high honor

TAMF - hehehehehe timber

Ru - MY BOIS! one of my favorite Tims tbh

DYK? - lmao you mean "pick a plotline-- Oh feels ok ow plot doesn't matter anymore make this stop ouching"

Z - do I tho?

WTG ‐ awwwwww underdog fic gets love ty

OCT! - that's nice and silly and cute. Pairs well with a small chocolate bar or gingerbread cookie

OSFAPA3AM - that's a whole password right there tbh, anyway, another CLASSIC Timmy who would never actually survive everything he canonically does

Re - yes that one I do know

P - hahaha yeah vengeance for Mr chalk fr. Corny as adult Jason getting kidnapped and nearly killed by a fucking 2ND GRADE TEACHER is

B -

ROSROS - I LOVE DIALOGUE SO MUCH

TTIDFY... - Tim is so sassy he can't possibly survive istg this boy

IYKYK - *cries in unit conversions*

[puppy1uvvv]

first meeting

UHM im not zure how i liek thiz fic but!!! i hope u guyz liek it :o3

ppl featured: me (Lain) - it/its + neoz, alice - she/her + he/him

It was quite the rainy day; usually Lain wouldn’t check the weather, as it usually forgot. Today it actually remembered, though, so it brought an umbrella with it. Web really liked the rain - it was just that web.s parents didn’t want web to get drenched. When gore was younger, gore never really understood why. Wacky now knew it was just so wacky wouldn’t bring water in. Wacky still didn’t understand why, actually.

Lain walked home in silence. While evil was silent, evils surroundings weren’t. They were noisy - rain dropping down on the pavement and roofs (well, anywhere it could go), cars driving by, people talking… It was a pleasant noisy, though (if that made any sense). Lain was used to it. Tune was quite fond of it, actually.

Tune was also alone, though. Usually Chisa would be walking with it, but today she called out sick. Lain didn’t mind though. Sometimes it was nice to be alone.

Soon, it found itself standing next to someone else at one of the crosswalks. She was one of the girls in its class - they’d never talked, though it knew her. Not very well, but enough to know her name. Alice.

He was quite pretty, actually. He had short hair that reached his shoulders, and had brown eyes that were as beautiful as the clear night sky. Lain blushed.

He was drenched, though, and he looked miserable. Lain silently offered its umbrella. Its hands were shaking.

“Oh, thanks,” Alice replied, stepping under the umbrella. She was wearing a cardigan and a black and red t-shirt, along with some cargo shorts. She was holding a soda. A Pepsi, to be exact. Lain took note of that.

“you’re welcome,” Lain mumbled nervously. It looked down at the ground.

Alice smiled politely at xim.

“So, uhm, you’re Lain, right?” He asked, trying to start a conversation.

Lain looked up at him. “Yeah, I’m Lain.”

They both laughed nervously somewhat.

“So, how was your day?” Alice asked.

The crosswalk sign beeped, signaling them that it was ok to walk. They started walking together, albeit slowly so Alice could stay under Lain’s umbrella.

“It was okay-ish,” Lain replied. “Well, it was just. A day, you know?”

Alice nodded. She knew exactly what gore was talking about.

“Ah, yeah,” she chuckled. “I get that.”

“How was your day?”

Surprisingly enough, Lain was actually… enjoying talking to someone that wasn’t Chisa. It felt like it could trust Alice enough to talk to him about what it liked, what it did, about itself.

“It was pretty good,” Alice replied. “Not great, but good. Like you said, just a day.”

They chuckled together. They felt at peace.

“Oh, hey, that’s my house!” Lain exclaimed. “You can borrow my umbrella, just make sure to bring it back.”

Alice nodded. “Of course.”

They waved goodbye to eachother and walked their separate ways, Lain entering its home and Alice walking the rest of the way home. Maybe they should walk more often; just the two of them.

[ff-cola]

Late night HamCola snippet

Them,, just chillin’ ‘n hangin’ out like they always do y’know

It’s quiet,,, too quiet for Cola’s likin’

Being next to Hamburger, he uses this opportunity to lean onto his shoulder

Face mushed up against his best bro’s shoulder,, Cola sighs

This lowkey surprises Ham but he keeps it chill like nothing happened

“..What’s wrong bro?” he asks, finally

“Nothin’ bro! I’m just like... super booooored~!!”

Knowing he’d receive such answer, Hamburger smiled

“Then.. what would you like to do, huh?” he lightly poked Cola’s nose

Letting out a long hum, Cola looked into Hamburger’s eyes then averted his gaze as his mouth formed a pout before giving his answer “...stuff”

This reaction made Hamburger snicker and caused him to raise a brow

“What kinda stuff you mean, bro?”

Giving a small groan, Cola still avoided making eye contact with the other

“Like......y’know..! Kissin’... ‘n stuff...........’cause we’re datin’ ‘n all s-so...!”

Taking a hold of Cola’s chin, Hamburger gently turned it so his bro was facing him.. Thus having their gazes meet once more; earning a gasp from Cola

[petticoatpiracy]

the beautiful boy who likes to draw flowers 

pairing: simon/baz

word count: 571

genre: fluff

summary: I’m probably never going to talk to him, and he’s never going to talk to me; he has no reason to. What would I even say to him, anyway?

'Hi, you don’t know me but I work here and I think that the only thing more beautiful than your art is your face.'

So, yeah, talking to him would be a terrible idea.

// read on ao3

This boy comes into the shop almost every day.

I catch myself staring at him, sometimes. He never buys anything, never orders a drink. He sketches the flowers most days, sitting in the window seat.

We’re not supposed to let people sit in unless they’re buying something, but I choose to ignore that. None of my co-workers have noticed him, and I haven’t ever mentioned him. It’s stupid − but he feels like a little secret that I like to keep.

The beautiful boy who likes to draw flowers.

I’m probably never going to talk to him, and he’s never going to talk to me; he has no reason to.

What would I even say to him, anyway?

Hi, you don’t know me but I work here and I think that the only thing more beautiful than your art is your face.

So, yeah, talking to him would be a terrible idea.

A few days later, I have a slightly less terrible idea. I scribble something that’s passable as mysterious and romantic, but is probably just sappy and stupid, before scrunching it up and throwing it away. Forget the note, I brew a pot of my favourite tea and pour a cup of it. It’s quiet in the shop, but he’s sat over there so I take it over to where he’s sat.

He’s drawing a hand holding a bunch of chamomile and it’s messy and sketchy but beautiful.

I set down the tea on the table next to him, and he looks up from his drawing.

He’s more beautiful up close.

He looks confused,

but still beautiful,

And I remember that I should probably say something.

“I, uh- it’s on the house. From me. You’re− you’re always in here, I see you in here a lot and− here you go.”

He smiles then, he doesn’t look so confused.

God, he’s gorgeous.

“Thanks,”

His voice sounds like how flowers look.

I’m embarrassed at this point, so I just smile and nod and walk away.

“Hold on,”

I turn around.

Is he talking to me?

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. For not, uh, telling me to leave, I guess? I know I never buy anything here,” he laughs nervously.

Even his laugh is beautiful.

“Don’t worry about it.” I smile, and my cheeks are hurting,

how bloody long have I been smiling for?

I carry on talking, say “Your art is beautiful, by the way.”

And he’s still smiling, at me.

“Thank you. Nobody’s ever really said that.”

“Well it’s true. I’ve noticed that a few times, I, uh.” I grind to a halt. There’s no digging myself out of this one. “I’ve noticed you a few times.”

“Oh, really?” he raises his eyebrows a little, tapping his pencil on the table.

“Yeah,” I laugh sheepishly. “I just, um. I need to, uh. Get back to work.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you for the drink.” Still smiling.

“You’re welcome.”

And I turn to walk away again but I hear him talk again.

“Hey, could I− get your number?” he asks, and he’s smiling shyly, and

oh my God there is no way in hell that the beautiful flower boy who sits in the window seat every day actually just asked for my number.

But out loud I say “Yeah! I− yes, yeah.”

And I swear,

every flower on the planet just bloomed at once.

And he smiles again and the flowers are dancing in the breeze.

[00just-a-pancake00]

A little sneak peak to my Yanqing and Jing Yuan tickle fic

-----

"I- Hehe! I thought this was trahahainhihing!!" A laugh escaped from the young trainee's mouth, youthful giggles making Jing Yuan remember how his own master would tickle him as punishments for doing some things wrong in training.

"Your form was a bit... Slack... Perhaps this can give some correction." With a small smirk, he kept up the soft prodding in Yanqing's ribs, causing the boy to laugh and drop his sword.

"Uhuhunfahahahahair!! Mahahahahaster!!!" Yanqing laughs as the tickles Jing Yuan dished out caused him to drop his form.

Jing Yuan had a small growing smile. His tickling assault and little threat really got through his student.

[00just-a-pancake00]

The Bet (Kirishima, Midoriya, and Iida)

This is a fic based off from a pic I commissioned @skribblz to make a few days ago. Thank you so much, I love your art and I can't wait to commission you again someday >:3 Fic inspired from Bro Code by @fanfic-chan

"Hey, Midoriya!" Kirishima called the green bean. "Oh! Hey Kirishima!" smiled Midoriya, Iida beside him as he smiled too at his friend, "Have you studied for the test today?" "You bet! Bet I can beat you and Midoriya once the scores are out." he grinned with confidence hence he had a good study session with Bakugou last night. "Quite invigorating! Although, I would see you losing to your own bet, Kirishima-kun." Iida reprimanded a little, a chop from his arm. "You saying I couldn't do it?" He asked, raising a brow, feeling more cocky than usual.

Midoriya was silent hearing his classmates argue over the bet, Mic coming in with the test papers as they all sat down. Eijirou and Tenya feeling competitive.

..........

After the test, Mic then returns the test papers for their English Summative as everyone was rather excited except for Sero's whining hence he struggles due to his Hispanic languages. "GOT 38/50!!" Mina squealed. "That's a good improvement!" Momo smiled at her, "Keep studying and you'll ace all tests." "Lucky, I got 33..." Sero giggled. "How much did you get, Tenya?" Midoriya and Uraraka asks as they inched closer to Iida hence he always aces English class tests. "49/50. Just once mark." He replied, the two happy for him as they clapped. He then heard Kaminari pipe in impressed as he looked at Eijirou's score. "Dude I'm jealous!!" The electric blonde pouted as he looked.

"All that studying paid off! You just need to have the dedication!!" Kirishima smiled at him before seeing Iida approach him. Midoriya and Uraraka following.

"Tenya."

"Eijirou."

"How was your score?" "Just one mark."

'Just ONE mark?! I'm screwed-' Kirishima thought with a drop of sweat trickling from the side of his head.

"Got two marks..." he admits, "Fine! I lost the bet!" He huffed feeling playful defeat, Tenya looking at him as he chuckled.

"No need to act defeated. At least you have a good score. But that doesn't mean you are not safe from the stakes." Iida praises, assuring him, making the redhead shiver since it was not working of being assured.

"W-What Stakes-?" Kirishima made a quivering smile, Midoriya smiling.

"You get tickles once we are back at the dorms!" reminded the green bean, Iida nodding as Uraraka and Kaminari laughed at him. Kiri is doomed. The best way to do it is to evade.

.........

"C'mohohon Ihihiiidaahaha!! Pleeheaseee!!! M-MIDORIYA, STOHOP HEHELPING!!!" Squealed the redhead, kicking his foot from the grip of the class rep. Iida's fingers touching and tickling the foot, the pads of his fingers sending tickly messages to the redhead's brain. It was not helping either as Midoriya was holding his elbow together while attacking his side and tummy.

"Geez, Kirishima-kun, you are so ticklish!" Midoriya laughed, prodding a rib as it extracted a squeal from Kirishima.

"Yeah, if you have not underestimated me, you could have avoided this~" cooed the class rep as he kept scribbling, now using five fingers to tickle his foot.

"NOHOAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!" Squealed Eijirou, trying to reach out to him before Midoriya pulled his arms back.

"Remember~ If you raise your arms down, this would last longer~" Teased the bean, giving Kirishima warning tickles on his armpit as he squealed.

"THIHHIHIS IHIS NOHOT FAHAHAIR!!! AHAHA!!!!!" He threw his head back and released more laughs from his mouth.

God knows when would this end. Kiri swore to himself that he should never challenge and bet with the class rep ever again on a test...

[00just-a-pancake00]

All-Mighty

Summary: All Might manages to take on the Dekusquad solo after an intense tickle assault done on him ft. Ectoplasm

AU where All Might never had the injury but still managed to make Izuku his successor

-----

If there was something Toshinori had plenty of, it was patience. He had been buying his time, waiting for the precise moment when to strike his prey. He knew some would be trickier than others to make them fall into his trap since they were all on edge. But of course, the easiest ones had to be the victims who joined in.

So he targeted them first.

It was the day after a sleepover he had with the class and they had ganged up on Toshinori and tickle-tortured him, discovering one of his biggest secrets, and the ones who joined were sitting on the couch comfortably, watching anime, while also keeping an eye out for the pro. While they watched Kirby Right Back At Ya, they all made bets on when they'd be attacked, who would give first.

"I bet Iida will give first," Uraraka laughed. "You may look and act so tough but inside you're just like a little puppy, and as sensitive!"

"I am not," Iida chuckled as he glared. "Well, I think either of you three will give first. And neither Midoriya or Todoroki is the youngest."

"True," Todoroki chuckled as he blushed. "I have been known to give after a short period of time."

"But Uraraka is the most ticklish!" cooed the gravity girl as he petted the green bean, the boy blushing a bit. "And Iida, if you give, you give me 10 bucks!"

"What?! Why would I give you money?!" piped the glassed sonic.

"Because I need it for a new PS4 Game!"

"Forget it. Find 10 bucks somewhere else."

Shoto felt Izuku tug on his sleeve with a certain look in his eyes. "We should watch our backs." "You're right. We need to keep an eye out for All Might, not argue over money." he replied.

"Whatever," Iida huffed. "I can escape him! I'm a faster runner than all three of you!"

"He's an Pro Hero, Iida," Midoriya said. "Taller, stronger and faster than all four of us."

"Indeed."

The four all gasped sharply and jumped up, turning around to see none other than Ike standing directly behind them, grinning. "A-All Might," said Midoriya. "W-When did you..."

"Just now," replied the pro. "But I couldn't help but overhear you three talking about me. Now, Iida, why would you ever want to escape me?" As he slightly leaned in, all four took a step back.

"So you won't try and attack us!" Ingenium exclaimed nervously.

"Attack you?" Toshinori asked innocently, still grinning. "Now why would I attack you? I had no intention of doing so."

"Y-You don't?" said Todoroki.

"No, Todoroki-shounen." He then smirked wider. "But I am still going to get you."

"Run!" Midoriya screamed. Before Toshinori could grab them, they scattered across the upper deck and jumped down the stairs, spreading out across the dorms.

"Running is pointless, guys!" Toshinori said, going after the closest  then makes a move towards another. "So, Young Ochacco is hiding? Too bad!" He saw the gravity girl run past the stairs, slid the railings and scooped her up.

"H-Hey!" Uraraka exclaimed.

Holding The young girl tightly and firmly, Toshinori then also grabbed Izuku and Tenya and putting them in the same hand as Jet. "Now, where is the number 2's son gone?"

Shoto hid underneath the stairs, trying not to breathe too loudly, remaining completely still and not make a sound. However, the dust under the stairs made his nose tickle and he lightly sneezed.

Toshinori smirked and peered under the steps while dragging the peeps. "There you are," he said and quickly grabbed the icyhot with his left arm, hoisting him up carefully and let him cling on his right hand next to Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka. "Now then...who would like to go first?"

"You said you wouldn't attack us!" Midoriya said.

"Exactly. I do not intend to attack you. I am precisely going to do to you what you four had done to me days ago," Toshinori explained.  Ectoplasm passed by as All Might asked for assisstance, the cloning pro agreeing as he duplicated Toshinori into 8. Four to hold them still. He later leaves as the All Might clones all are ready to wreck havoc.

"But, we only joined in because the others were doing it!" Iida said.

"Yeah, it looked like fun!" said Todoroki.

"And this will be fun for me. Now, since you four all tickled me at once, it would only be fair if 'I' tickled you all at once, with a bit of help!" Toshinori's clones  began to tickle them simultaneously. They all burst into laughter, wriggling and curling inward as the All Might clones had their hands danced and prodded over their bodies, getting their sides and stomachs, and Midoriya's socked feet since he was the only one without shoes on.

"BAHAHA! A-Ahahahahal Mihight!!! Stohahap!! N-nohoho more!" Iida gged as the pro clone had his left hand prodded his stomach, intesnely squirming

"Can't breathe, can't BREHEEHEEHEEATHE!" Midoriya guffawed as the clone's hands ran a finger along his sides, unable to squirm much for being in the middle of the bunch.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Stop it! N-NO MOHOHOHORE!" Todoroki said between giggles as the clone managed to lift his shirt up and tickles his 2nd death spot.

"EHEEHEHEHEEK! STOP!" Uraraka just squealed and giggled whenever the clone tickles in her sensitive area; she curled in when they tickled her sides and stomach.

"You may beg for mercy all you wish, young ones," Toshinori said, "but since I wasn't granted any mercy when I begged you four to stop, I shall punish you the same way." He ordered the clones to continue as the tickles continued his revenge ordeal on them for a few more minutes. By that time, they had all began crying from laughing so hard. The first ones to burst into tears from giggling were Izuku and Ochacco, then Shoto, and then Tenya. Yagi then decided it was time to stop and told the clones to stop. They ceased tickling the victims as they vanished due to the duration of Ectoplasm's quirk. Their laughter gradually died down and they breathed exhaustedly, still giggling a little and wiping their eyes and cheeks free of tears.

"No fair!" Midoriya cried childishly.

All Might chuckled. "I apologize for going too far. I guess I got carried away." He couldn't help but laugh as he watched Uraraka and Todoroki try to sit up but falls backward again, weak from giggling.

"It's alright," Iida said, breathing heavily.

Toshinori smiled. "Now, since you were my first victims, you can decide who I should go after next."

The people exchanged looks with equal grins and the four said the next victim's name in unison. "Bakugou, Kirishima, Mina, and Denki."