#lee!angela

[sleepy--anon]

Day 27: Non-human Parts

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Angela played into the 'feral guinea pig' bit more than people thought she would. So much so that on Halloween she came to work with guinea pig ears and makeup on.

"You're a guinea pig for Halloween?" Amanda asked in disbelief as Angela joined her in the break room.

"I'm a feral guinea pig." She corrected, "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm one of the vampire daughters from resident evil...I think Shayne said this one is Cassandra." Angela scoffed out a,

"How creative" before being yanked onto the couch. Amanda placed a million fake bites on her neck in retaliation to her comment.

"Nohohohoho Ahahamandahaha! I'm sohohohorry I'm sohohohorry I'm sohohohorry!"

"Mmmm, now you're a murdered guinea pig, very Halloweeny, you're so welcome"

[sleepy--anon]

Yoooo have any Amanda and Angela tickle fight/ tickle headcanons!? I love their friendship so much!! ❤️❤️

Amanda v Angela headcanons

Amanda and Angela have an eldest sister and youngest sister dynamic

They are pretty evenly matched most days

Amanda has the advantage of her size, being twice Angela's size

Angela however has the feral aspect that Amanda can't keep up with

Amanda is usually the victor

Angela takes great pride in her victories

Amanda's death spot is a tie between her thighs and her hips

Amanda's melt spot is her forearms

[sleepy--anon]

yeah that works lol, i would love to see some chance and angela hcs, their sibling type rivalry is so funny and i can just imagine the tickle fights those two would be up to spencer and tommy are also another great duo who would 100% mess with each other on purpose during shoots by subtly poking their sides

Chance and Angela:

Tickle fights are extremely common between Chance and Angela

Nobody in the office is fazed by then anymore

Angela is usually on the receiving end but she has the nails

There usually isn't an upper hand in their tickle fights, they're pretty evenly matched

Both in strength and in ticklishness

Chance claims her nails is an "unfair advantage"

Playful insults are constantly thrown

Chance's death spot is his ribs

Angela's death spot is her thighs

Chance's melt spot is his ears

Angela's melt spot is her hands

Spencer and Tommy:

I think Spencer probably initiates more than Tommy does

Tommy does air tickles a lot

Spencer does lots of weird voices and characters when he's lering

I think Spencer might be more ticklish than Tommy but he's the stronger one of the two so Tommy is on the receiving end more than him

Most of their little tickle fights are at the end of the day when they're just chilling in the lounge

Spencer calls Tommy's boyfriend for info which Tommy claims is cheating

Tommy's death spot is his hips

Spencer's death spot is his belly

Tommy's melt spot is his neck

Spencer's melt spot is his back

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Ben's Experiment

Summary: Ben decides to do an experiment on his friends to see where everyone is mostly ticklish.

Tom, Angela, Hank and Ginger awoke to see themselves in different predicaments. Tom was strapped down in an X position, Angela was tied up with her arms above her head and her ankles together, Hank had his ankles trapped in stocks and Ginger had his arms tied behind his back with his legs in front of him. Ben showed up, holding a remote and smirking.

"Ben, um... mind explaining why we're like this?" Tom asked, unable to move.

"Release us this instant!" Angela demanded, glaring at Ben.

"I've gotta bad feeling about this..." Hank said, unable to move his legs.

"I have a feeling this will be fun!" Ginger said, not caring about his predicament.

"I'm gonna do a little experiment to see where each of you are mostly ticklish," Ben said, pressing a button on his remote. "After some research, I put you in these positions to make it easy."

"Please, don't!" Tom said as soon as a mechanical hand wiggled their fingers towards his tummy.

"Eep!" Angela started to get nervous as two paintbrushes were positioned at her tummy.

"Oh no," Hank said, as two feathers were positioned at his soles.

"Hehehe," Ginger was already giggling as soon as electric massagers came in contact with his shoulders.

"Ginger's already giggling, let's see about the rest of you," Ben said, and with that he pressed the button and pretty soon, all of his friends were being tickled on their worst spots. Tom started laughing as the mechanical hand started tickling his tummy. Angela started laughing as soon as the paintbrushes started tickling her. Hank burst into laughter as his soles were given the feather treatment and Ginger laughed as soon as the massagers were turned on.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! THAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES" Tom said through his laughter as his sensitive tummy was shown no mercy by the hand's tickling fingers.

"NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE BRUHUHUHUHUHUSHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M TOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Angela said through her laughter as the paintbrushes tickled her tummy.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!" Hank said as his soles were tormented with feathers.

"THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS KIHIHIHIHINDA FUHUHUHUN!" Ginger said as his ticklish shoulders were attacked by the massagers.

"Wow, looks like Ginger is enjoying it," Ben said, grinning, continuing the assault.

"I'M GLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD TWO OF UHUHUHUS ARE EHEHEHENJOYING THEMSEHEHEHEHELVES!" Angela said, referring to both Ben and Ginger, since Ben enjoyed seeing his friends laugh and Ginger liked being tickled.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP! MY BEHEHEHEHEHELLY IS TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCY!" Tom said as his tummy was tickled without mercy.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! THAT'S MY WOHOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOHOHOT! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!" Hank said, trying to move his legs to no avail.

"KEHEHEHEHEP GOHOHOHOING! THIHIHIHIHIS IS SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH FUHUHUHUN!" Ginger said as his shoulders were tickled by the massagers.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Ben said, pressing the button again. The tickling increased. The hand wiggled its fingers all over Tom's tummy, the paintbrushes tickled Angela's tummy like it was their job, two scrub brushes came out from Hank's contraption and started scrubbing his sides, and th massagers went for Ginger's ribs, which was one of his favorite spots to.be tickled, but now it was getting intense.

"EEEEEEE! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCY! MY BEHEHEHEHEHELLY IS TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Tom squealed with laughter as his sensitive tummy was shown no mercy.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Angela pleaded through her laughter as her tummy was being tormented by the paintbrushes.

"NOHOHOHOHOT MY SIHIHIHIHIHIDES! TURN IT OFF! TUHUHURN IT OHOHOHOFF! !" Hank was laughing hysterically as the scrub brushes tortured his sides.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY, THAT'S ENOHOHOHOHOUGH! I'M TOHOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOHOUNG FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Ginger said, aware that he was seven years old.

"Huzzah!" Ben said, smirking. "I have made all of you beg for mercy!"

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! IT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!" Tom pleaded through his laughter as his sensitive tummy was shown no mercy.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Angela said as the paintbrushes kept tickling her tummy.

"BEHEHEHEN! STAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! THIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T FUHUHUHUNNY!" Hank said as his worst spots were tortured. Ben turned off the massagers that were tickling Ginger and just tickled his tummy with a feather.

"Coochie coochie coo!" Ben said as he tickled Ginger with the feather.

"THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS A LIHIHIHIHITTLE BEHEHEHEHETTER!" Ginger admitted, even though it still tickled a lot.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for everyone, Ben stopped tickling Ginger, turned off the other contraptions and released everyone. Tom wrapped his arms around his midsection as everyone caught their breath.

"Omigosh, I need... a break..." Tom said, catching his breath.

"We all do," Angela said, rubbing her stomach.

"I forgot how ticklish my soles were," Hank said, trying to protect himself in case Ben tried something silly. Ginger was to busy catching his breath to say anything.

"Why don't you get some rest," Ben said, and the rest of his friends went up to their rooms to get some well-deserved rest after being tickled to bits.

That night, Ben calculated the results. After he finished he closed his laptop, put it on his nightstand and went to sleep, satisfied about his successful experiment.

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Babysitting Ginger

Summary: Angela has quite an adventure babysitting Ginger.

Ginger was just minding his own business, reading a book. Since he was only seven years old, he couldn't be left on his own. He was wondering where Angela was since she was babysitting him. He took a deep breath, when suddenly, he felt something poke his left side. He looked around but didn't see anyone. He went back to his book, thinking he imagined it. Then he felt something poke his right side, making him jump a little. Maybe he was hallucinating, or Ben was playing a prank. The thought of Ben pranking him made Ginger groan, but soon, a poke to his left side made that groan turn into a small giggle.

"Is someone there?" Ginger asked. He heard snickering from behind him. He searched the living room for the culprit, but didn't find anyone. Either he was really bad at hide and seek or whoever was messing with him didn't want to show themselves. That's when Ginger had an idea. He just had to wait for the right moment. The young cat went back to his discarded book and appeared to be reading again, but he was actually waiting for the culprit to strike again. And they did. From the corner of his eye, Ginger saw a white hand about to poke him again, so ge grabbed their wrist and revealed the culprit: Angela.

"AH- HA!" Ginger said, as he knew his plan worked. Angela gulped, knowing she was caught. She tried to act casual about the situation.

"O- oh, uh.. hi Ginger! How are you today?" Angela asked nervously. Ginger narrowed his eyes towards her and got to the point.

"Were you messing with me?" Ginger asked, not letting go of her. For a young cat, he was pretty strong.

"M- me? I would never!" Angela said, continuing to have nervous energy. Ginger didn't buy it. So he tackled her, grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while his other hand was free.

"Angela, I'm gonna give one last chance to be honest with me!" Ginger said, keeping a firm grip on her. She tried to lie again.

"I am being honest, I swear!" Angela said, trying to get him to reconsider. Ginger smirked at her, and decided to fully take charge. She had her chance and now she would have to face the consequences.

"I guess you leave me no choice," Ginger said, starting to tickle her sides. Angela started giggling.

"Stop it! You're tickling me!" Angela said through her giggles. Ginger didn't listen and tied her wrists together with ropes so that both of his hands were free to tickle. He dragged his fingers along her sides, making her giggle more.

"Seems like you've got a case of laughter syndrome," Ginger said, moving to Angela's ribs, making her giggles turn into light laughter.

"Plehehehehehease! I dohohohohhohon't like thihihihihis!" Angela said through light laughter.

"How ticklish are you, here?" Ginger said, tickling Angela's tummy, making her burst out laughing.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! GIHIHIHIHINGER, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M TOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Angela said through her laughter as Ginger tickled her worst spot.

"You're more ticklish than me!" Ginger said, tickling her tummy more.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! THAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Angela protested through her laughter as Ginger kept tickling her tummy.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Ginger said, tickling all over Angela's tummy, looking for a sensitive place to tickle.

"GIHIHIHIHIHINGER! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M TOHOHOHOHO SEHEHEHEHEHENSITIVE THEHEHEHERE!" Angela said as she tried shifting from left to right, trying to avoid tummy tickles, but Ginger was relentless. He grabbed a feather and stroked it up and down on Angela's tummy, making her squeal with laughter.

"Coochie coochie coo!" Ginger said, tickling her with the feather.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! I DOHOHOHOHON'T LIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!" Angela pleaded through her laughter as her tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather. Ginger smirked at this and got an idea. He lifted her shirt to expose her tummy. She started to get nervous, knowing that now that her tummy was exposed, the tickle-torture would be worse.

"Any last words, Angela?" Ginger said, taking his feather and aiming it at her tummy.

"Ginger, please! No more! I'm too ticklish!" Angela said, panicking. Ginger ignored this and started tickling her again.

"Hehe, there we go!" Ginger said as Angela was squealing since her bare tummy was being tickled by the feather.

"EEEEEEEE! STAHAHAHAHAP! MY BEHEHEHEHEHELLY IS FEHEHEHEATHER SEHEHEHEHEHENSITIVE!" Angela said through uncontrollable laughter as her sensitive tummy was shown no mercy. Ginger smirked and started blowing raspberries on her tummy.

"You know how to stop this," Ginger said, blowing more raspberries on her sensitive tummy.

"EEEEEEEEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAHAHAHAHAHAS MEHEHE! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY! JUST PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!" Angela found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.

After she admitted it, Ginger stopped tickling her and let her up. She seized an opportunity to catch her breath.

"Just remember, actions have consequences," said Ginger, lightly stroking Angela's tummy with his finger.

"Hahahaha! That tickles!" Angela said, laughing until he stopped. After he ceased, she wrapped her arms around her midsection.

That night, Angela decided to take a much needed break from being tickled to bits.