#lee!dan

[godcanmybrainshutup]

The urge to make tickle art has consumed me

Stupid idiots

Also can you tell I got lazy at the end? lol

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I do not know why my being demanded I stay up to finish this one, but WHO CARES! I'm drawing again! I'm so happy to be crawling outta this art block, besties!

So, Dan's one to toss a sassy comeback or a witty one-liner at his enemies. What if Spectra just got fed up one day and was like, "I'm gonna give you something to laugh about." And absolutely just wrecks the poor kid? I headcanon his stomach as his worst spot, so Spectra is sure to exploit that. 😝 Poor kid is gonna be stuck like this for a while

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[trashyswitch]

Day 15: "Are You Ticklish?"

Dan, Arin and the other members of Game Grumps are setting up the next 10 minute power hour. But while they're doing that, Arin's silliness gets out of control. This leads to Dan taking a large brunt of it while other staff members watch.

Can you guess which 'The Grumps' episode I directly referenced? Enjoy the read, and good luck guessing!

Dan and Arin were setting up their Grump space for today’s episode of the ten minute power hour. Their staff were moving the items over to the side, so Vanessa could throw them at the table. Arin was setting up the dinosaurs and the scissor-filled cup holder in the middle of the table, while Dan was trying to figure out how to do his hair for this episode.

“Should I put it in a pony? A bun?” Dan asked. 

Arin adjusted the angle of the left dinosaur. “I don’t know. Just throw it up how you want.” Arin told him. 

“Fine…” Dan took the pony off his wrist and flicked it at Arin’s butt. 

“OW!” Arin lifted his back and grabbed his ass. “Dude!” He looked at Dan. “...Again?” He asked. 

This earned a small fit of laughter from the co-host. “Please don’t!” Dan ordered. 

“Here.” Vanessa handed Dan a large hair clip. “Thanks!” Dan took it, and threw his hair into a half-up, half-down haircut. “How does it look?” 

“Looks good.” another staff member said. “Looks like you whipped it up in 5 seconds.” Vanessa spoke up. 

“Come on…” Dan hung his head with a laugh. “I’m getting mixed signals here.” He took it out and tried clipping it in again. “This better?” 

“Turn around?” Vanessa told him.  Dan turned to show her the rest of the hairstyle. 

“Looks fine.” Vanessa replied. 

“Thanks.” Dan replied, adjusting his blue plaid shirt. “Arin?” 

“Huh?” Arin looked up. “How does it look?” Dan asked him. 

Arin looked at the back, and thought for a moment. “I feel like a scrunchie would look better.” Arin told him. 

“Come on…” Toasti said in the audience. 

“Arin…” Dan huffed and looked at the audience. “I have a scrunchie in my bag. Can you get it for me?” Dan asked Tucker. “It doesn’t match at all, but it’ll work.” 

“Sure.” Tucker replied. “Where’s your bag?” 

“It’s outside the room by the couch.” Dan explained. 

“Got it.” Tucker replied. The door could be heard closing as both the hosts sat down in their respective chairs “You ready?” Arin asked. 

“Ready for what?” Dan asked him. 

Arin stared at him for a couple moments, before looking down. “...I don’t fuckin’ know…” He muttered. 

Dan laughed. “ArE yOu ReAdY? For what, Arin? YES!” Dan reenacted, making fun of their 2-second conversation. 

Arin laughed at it, loving the use of the ‘YES’ at the end. “I just wanna make sure you’re on your toes!” Arin told him, sending a couple playful little punches his way. “Ready for anything…” Arin kept going. 

“Anything?” Dan clarified. 

“Anything!” Arin brought his fist up to Dan’s face, and stopped it mere millimeters away from his face. A couple seconds later, Arin popped out his fingers and poked right above his eyes. “Ahaaa, I gotcha~” Arin joked. 

“You need to work on that…” Dan told him. 

Arin just flopped his fist against the table and laughed. “Ihi really don’t.” He told him. 

“Oh really?” Dan smirked. “How are you gonna…‘keep me on my toes’?” Dan asked him. 

Arin smirked. “3 words. That’s all it would take.” He clarified. 

“To get me going?” Dan asked. “Alright. Alright, what are those ‘3 words’?” Dan asked. “Spill the beans.” 

Arin smirked. “Alright.” He sat up a bit more and adjusted himself in his seat. “Are you ticklish?” Arin asked him. 

Dan blinked once…he blinked twice… “Are those the-” Dan’s eyes widened when he saw the little nod from Arin… And in no seconds flat, Dan jumped off the chair. “NO!” He tripped on the chair, but managed to take off running to the other side of the room. 

Arin, and the audience all bursted out laughing at the reaction. “OHO MY GOD!” Arin shouted, slamming his hand on the desk. 

“That was…The biggest lie, followed up by the deadest giveaway.” Vanessa told him. 

“Come on, Dan…” Arin reacted, getting off the chair. 

“NO, don’t get any closer!” Dan warned. 

“Why? Are you actually ticklish?!” Arin asked. Dan stared at him with slight fear in his eyes. “.....Uuuhhhh…” 

Arin walked a couple steps closer. 

“Arin…” Dan warned. 

“It’s not that bad.” Arin reassured him. 

“There’s an audience!” Dan yelled, gesturing to the 6 people in the room. 

Arin turned towards the audience. “Tell me, beloved audience: would you be bothered if I just-so-happen to tickle Dan right before the power hour?” Arin asked them. 

“DO IT!” Vanessa yelled. 

“Vanessa!” Dan yelled. 

“Come on! We’ve been friends for how long again?” Arin asked. 

“11 years!” Toasti spoke up. “Yeah, 11 years! And I rarely EVER tickle you!” Arin told him. 

Dan bit his lip as he heard the audience cheer “Do it! Do it! Do it!” over and over again. “I feel so betrayed right now.” 

Arin smirked and looked at Dan. “The lovelies want it!” Arin let him know. And this was the only warning he gave, before sprinting up to Dan. 

“ARIN!” Dan kept on shouting his name as Arin pulled him back into the show light. And of course, those shouts and protests were quickly drowned out by Dan’s own yelps and laughter. “FAHACK! HAHAHAHA- FUCK YOHOHOU!” Dan cackled, falling to the ground in under 5 seconds. 

“Down he goes!” Arin declared, kneeling down and continuing the onslaught. 

“NonoNO ARIHIHIHIN!” Dan weakly grabbed Arin’s hands as he threw his head back with wheezy laughter. 

“Jesus, dude! I keep going for different spots, and they’re ALL TICKLISH!” Arin reacted.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!” Dan shouted. 

Arin dug his fingers into his sides. “His sides are bad…” He went for his ribs. “His ribs too…” He dug his fingers into his armpits next. “His armpits are somehow worse…” Arin told him. 

“Ihihif yohohou ehend up with a bruhuise, Ihihi am NOT- HAHAHA- REHESPONSIBLE!” Dan yelled at him. 

“Try his feet!” Vanessa spoke up. 

“NO!” Dan shouted. 

“Aw, great idea!” It didn’t take long for Arin to grab both his ankles in a chokehold. With his feet stuck, Arin looked at Dan with a smirk. “Any last words~?” 

Dan looked at the audience for a couple seconds, before looking at Arin with a tense smile. “Go fuck yourself.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry.” Arin started tickling the arches of his feet, earning him a big fit of cackles. “I’ll save that for a little later.” 

“BaHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dan tugged on his feet, hugging himself as the laughter just kept exploding out of his mouth. “AHAHARIHIHIN! HAHAHAHA- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Dan shouted. 

“Holy shit- I think this is the worst so far!” Arin reacted, earning some laughs from the audience.

“FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Dan shouted. 

“Okay, fun time’s over.” Arin stopped his fingers and gently put his feet onto the ground. Dan’s huffing and heavy breathing filled the room for a few moments while Arin took the scrunchy from Tucker. “Here’s your scrunchie.” Arin told him. 

Dan took it and flopped his hand onto the ground again, letting his breathing slow down first. “Okay…thank you…” He mumbled. 

“Are you okay?” Tucker asked.  Dan nodded his head and sat himself up. Once he was on his feet, Dan whipped his hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle like discussed earlier. “This look good?” 

Arin looked at it. “Looks good.” He replied. 

“Great.” Dan sat down on the chair as the lights dimmed. “I’m just glad I peed before I got in here…because I would’ve needed a diaper change after that…” Dan said. 

“You don’t need to go again?” Arin asked, moving his hair out of his face. 

“Nope.” Dan replied. 

“Wait, again?” Someone said. “How many times a day do you think you pee?” Toasti asked.

“I don’t poop enough.” Vanessa replied. 

“I love poop. I love 💩. I 💩 like 3 or 4 times a day.” Arin said. 

“How many times do you poop, Dan?” Vanessa asked. 

“The pee for me is like 11.” Tucker spoke up. 

“If the pee breaks up long enough, and then you’re like ‘Oh?’ and then there’s like a second wind, does that count as two pees?” Dan asked. He looked around. “Did we start the episo-” 

“No, no, no, no, no- it’s-” Arin spoke up. “It’s- that’s one pee.” 

The light turned on, signaling the beginning of the episode. “Hello!” Dan spoke up right away. “And welcome to the 10 Minute Power Hour!" “Yay-” Arin spoke up. 

“This is- My name is Dan, and you are Arin.” Dan said, still looking at the camera. “Hello.” Dan said to Arin, despite STILL staring at the camera. 

“Okay.” Arin responded, loving the scripted, yet completely improv intro unfold. In the words of Dan: The show definitely started…

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Barry/Dan Barry and Dan are snuggling together and Barry kisses Danny's neck and he squeals and says that it tickled bc of his beard and Barry immediately is like >:3c and starts tickling the shit out of Dan's neck with his beard?

Barry's arm was draped over the other's shoulder, with both of them sitting side-to-side (or rather, side-on-side) on the couch. Dan could smell the man's cologne, and it was intoxicating. He himself was starting to smell like Barry, and there was something about that concept that made Dan feel so happy and special and in love. It was such a small thing to feel so happy about, but to Dan, it was more than that.

He listened to the sound of Barry's breathing; soft, slow, gentle, rhythmic and- and warm, everything about Barry was just so warm and inviting. And perfect. And beautiful. He loved this man.

The feeling was mutual; Barry loved every little thing there was about Dan. He loved his smile, and how it lit up the room. He loved his eyes and the way they crinkled when he laughed. And he especially loved his laugh- so bubbly, frantic, melodic, sometimes deep and sometimes high, always made of pure joy.

He loved his long, dark hair, and he loved that he was given permission to play with it as much as he desired. He loved the way he showed his compassion through not just words, but touch, and he loved his ambition and kindness to everyone, including complete strangers. He loved this man.

Dan shifted closer to Barry- somehow, this was possible- and leaned his head into the crevice of Barry's neck, leaving a slight tickling feeling. Barry smiled, not just because of the feeling that followed, but because it reminded him of Dan's own tickishness at his neck.

Dan noticed and couldn't help the grin that grew on his face. "What are you smiling about?"

Barry shook his head as he answered, "Nothing. I just love you." This was followed by Barry turning towards Dan, keeping his arm around his shoulder, and letting his other hand cup Dan's face as he leaned in for a kiss.

Both were smiling into the kiss, so it was rather wobbly and, well, not just right, you might say, but both enjoyed it nonetheless. Dan sank into his seat and just about melted when Barry's lips started trailing down his jaw, his collarbone, back up to his neck-

His neck. Oh no.

At first, it was manageable. A few seconds went by, and Barry's lips were soft, and his touch was always gentle, as always. But it was the beard that set him off. He squealed. The noise itself startled Barry- it made him jump.

Barry stopped in his tracks and looked up at Dan. His shoulders had scrunched up and his cheeks were dusted with pink. He felt tense against Barry, like he was trying to close himself off. And, even weirder, a wide smile was playing at his lips.

"Are you okay?" Barry asked, incredulously so. Dan glanced back at him, and once met with the widened and confused eyes, he quickly looked away. "It.. it tickled, is all." His face turned a shade darker, and he bit his lip to try and keep from smiling any wider than he already was.

Without thinking twice, Barry let his words slip; "That has got to be the most darling thing in the world."

Dan cracked up at this. "What?"

"I wanna do it again," Barry said without a pause, a smirk forming at the idea.

Immediately, Dan started to back up- away from Barry's arm around his shoulders, away from Barry- but his back was met with the arm of the couch. He was cornered (quite literally, as he was stuck with his back pressed against the corner of the couch), and Barry was starting to crawl closer to him.

In mere seconds, Barry was looming over him with the most wicked smirk Dan had ever seen him with. "Don't do it, dohon't you fucking dare-" Dan shook his head, his eyes sparkling, giggling profusely. "You are so cute," Barry added, while Dan still shaking his head 'no' in response.

Barry dropped the arm around Dan's shoulders so it was wrapped around his back, and started to pull him closer. Dan's hands were pushing on him, though Barry knew that he was given consent for this act that was about to play out.

"Stop shoving!" Barry laughed. Dan only yelled out a "No!" and a "Fuck you!" in response. In retaliation, Barry pinched Dan's right side, making him twitch in response and lean the other direction, which made a perfect opening spot at the right side of his neck.

Barry wasted no time- quickly, he shoved his beard into the crook of Dan's neck. And Dan screamed.

Dan tried to scrunch up his shoulders again, but found that it was no use, because Barry's face was already there. He tried to push Barry away again, but realized that his arms were locked to his sides, thanks to the other man's grasp. He was stuck and he couldn't move an inch. His cheeks burned with the color red, and the electric-itchy-tingly-tickly feeling wasnt going away.

He couldn't stop laughing for the life of him.

"Baharry, stohohohop, I cahahan't mohohohohove, plehehease!" Dan begged as he squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to lean away from Barry's godforsaken beard, but that just gave him more space to tickle.

Barry could only laugh at Dan's begging- not that he was a sadist or anything- and the mere vibration of his laughter made Dan's laughter spike. "Oh, does that make it worse? Hmm?" Barry hummed deeply into his skin.

The only part of Dan that could move were his legs. All he could do was kick- and kick he did. "Stahahahap! Barryhehehe! F-fuhuck pleheheeease!" Dan whined through his laughter out if desperation, and threw his head back, laughing maniacally. Barry only followed.

"Alright, alright, but hold on, I wanna try something."

And then, Barry growled into his skin and bit him.

The bite wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make the taller man shriek and squeal with laughter. And god, the growling, the tiny vibrations- they sent a million shockwaves through Dan.

Now, truly, the poor laughing man could do no more. His body went limp, and as did his laughter, which was filled with squeaks and even a few hiccups here and there. Barry let him sink down the back of the couch until he was lying on his back. Barry let him go, as he looked down on him. He was still giggling brightly, his face deeply red, his eyes still closed, and he was wearing one of the biggest smiles Barry had ever seen.

Once Dan felt the grip at his arms disappear, he brought a hand up to the side of his neck to rub away the leftover tingly feelings that sparked at his skin.

Barry grinned lovingly. He looked fondly down at his boyfriend, who then opened his eyes to glare up at him.

Barry just shook his head fondly. "We are definitely doing that again," he replied. Slowly, he sank to Dan's level, lying on top of his chest. Dan could only laugh again in response.

"By the way," Dan mumbled after a moment, "I'm totally getting you back. That's a promise."

Barry looked up to meet Dan's eyes. "I thought you liked it." Dan looked up at the ceiling to ponder; "...Maybe."

Barry snorted. "Oh, then here-" And Barry blew a raspberry just under his ear.

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I made a comic?? After all this time? I desperately needed a hurt/comfort piece with Spectra and Dan! Poor kid needed some cuddles and tickles >:)

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(This is Platonic only!!)

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I'm sorry!! I wanted more Lee Dan. Hell, I'm actually not sorry! I love these two so much~ Spectra teasing the kid just to be annoying, adorable. Adore them, I want more of these two being frenimes

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MORE 👏 FOUND 👏 FAMILY 👏 HURT 👏 COMFORT!!! I want these two to just hug and make up and be best friends and comfort each other.

Dan flops down on Spectra when he has the Big Sad™ and he knows when Dan does this, he's gonna tickle him senseless. Spectra does not mind a bit. He loves cheering up his new little brother 😝

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Did I stay up late to finish this? Yeah, of course. I actually had motivation! You think I'm gonna squander that? Hell no! I wanna wreck my boy!! Dan needs some more tickles~ Wouldn't you all agree? So, little explanation of each piece in order,

Dan gets a shirt-full of Bakugan~ Drago is absolutely no help.

Baron just wanted to give his idol a foot massage! Too bad Dan can hardly handle his feet being touched~ As soon as Baron realized how ticklish Dan was, he switched tactics real fast 😏

Slumber party!! I feel like Julie has a sixth sense when it comes to emotions. Girl can smell sadness a mile away. So anytime Dan comes down with the Big Sad™, she goes to town wrecking the poor guy! He doesn't complain. He needs the distraction

Lastly, a simple group hug gone wrong. Spectra and Gus lured Dan in with a hug, and as soon as he was trapped, they initiated the plan, Spectra kept him in place as Gus tickled his side! He's never gonna trust them again!

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