#lee!fan

[w31rd0-th3-bl4nk]

I'll figure out my design for him later

I also just made this to jump scare one of my friends

[sodersdumbtklblog]

man i love fan sm

ignore that test tube isnt here i dont have a design for her

[gigglee-pup]

Asking for Help

A/N

I'm alive (somehow) and this time I've got a fic! Requests are still on hold for now and I apologize but I hope you guys enjoy this little snippet lmao. (This is my first tkl fic! please feel free to share advice and critiques!)

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Summary: Fan is in a HUGE lee mood. He asks Paintbrush for help! (albeit, very shyly)

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Fan had a bit of a dilemma.

Well, more of a huge dilemma.

As he sat chewing on his fingernails, the red tint on his face continued to grow darker. Why couldn't he stop thinking about it? Why couldn't he stop thinking about fingers scribbling across his stomach, digging into his ribs and wiggling-

Fan quickly snaps out of his thoughts as he hears the door to his shared room with Paintbrush open. Maybe he could ask them for help...? Fan shakes his head. No, he couldn't do that!

...Could he?

"Oh, hey Fan! Not hanging out in the lab today?" Paintbrush greeted, happy to see their partner after a particularly annoying art class. Though, it was only expected when Trophy was participating. "Oh, I- no- uh, hey there-!" Fan stutters out nervously, face still a bright hue of red. All he could think about was tickles!

Paintbrush, noticing his nervous response and flushed face, decides to question him, much to Fan's embarrassment. "Are you alright?" They question, placing a hand on their partner's shoulder as they sit next to him on the bed.

Fan jumps and squeaks at the contact, quickly covering his mouth as he looks away shyly. The taller, now visibly concerned, decides to ask again. "Fan, what's going on? Are you okay?" He quickly nods his head, assuring his partner that he's okay.

Fan brings his hands away from his face, opening his mouth to attempt to form his question, but nothing comes out. "Would it be easier to type it?" Paintbrush asks gently, smiling as Fan nods his head. They hand their phone to him, watching as he retypes his question trying to get the phrasing right. He hands the phone back before covering his face with his hands and burying his head in his knees.

"Will you tickle me? o///o"

Paintbrush smiles warmly at Fan's written request and drops the phone before dragging him onto their lap. Fan squeaks and quickly uncurls at the sudden movement.

"Let's see here..." Paintbrush mumbles, wiggling their fingers just above his ribs. They watch as their boyfriend begins to squirm and giggle before any contact is even made. "Aww, giggling already? I haven't even touched you yet!"

They wait a few moments before finally reaching the shorter's ribs, scritching lightly. Fan squeals as his giggles go up an octave, his squirming turning to light wriggling. "Wahait-!" He squeaks out, grabbing at Paintbrush's hands as they begin lightly vibrating their fingers into his ribs. Paintbrush closes their eyes as they listen to their boyfriend's honey sweet giggles, beginning to move their hands up and down his ribs.

Fan throws his head back against their partner's chest as his laughter goes up in volume, small squeaks mixed into his giggles. "Faaan~! What's so funny, hm?" The blonde teases, trying to work him up. Fan whines as he shakes his head, face becoming an even brighter hue of red.

Paintbrush begins peppering kisses up and down the red head's neck, watching as he scrunches his shoulders up and hiccups. They open their eyes and can't help but admire Fan's smile and bubbly laughter. Gosh, they were so in love. They're quickly snapped out of their thoughts as the shorter pushes at their hands. "SohomewhERehe ehelse! Plehease!" Fan manages to giggle out, the rib tickles driving him up the wall. They oblige as they move their hands down to squeeze at his stomach.

Loud cackles fill the room as Fan's squirming becomes more frantic. Paintbrush chuckles softly as their boyfriend slowly starts sliding into a laying position, too weakend from the tickles to sit himself back up.

Fan's laughter begins to die down as the tickling all of a sudden stops. In confusion, he turns over to lay on his back looking up at Paintbrush. "Pahaintbrush? What are you-" He squeaks as his shirt is quickly rolled up and his wrists are snatched gently into Paintbrush's hands.

A loud shriek erupts as the blonde blows a raspberry in the center of Fan's stomach. "OKAY! OHOHOKAY!!" Fan loudly cackles out as he frantically pushes at his partner's head, unable to take any more. Paintbrush sits back up, looking down at their boyfriend's in admiration.

"You're cute, you know that?" Fan huffs in response to their words. "Shush!" He says playfully, pulling Paintbrush down to lay with him. The blonde wraps their arms around him, kissing him on the forehead. They lay in silence for a while before the taller speaks up once again.

"That was fun! Thank you for trusting me." They whisper out gently. Fan, in response, buries his head into their chest and lightly flicks them in the head. "Shh, leave me alone!" He playfully shoots out. Paintbrush chuckles and holds them closer.

"I love you, Fan."

"I love you too, Paintbrush."

[randommusicalfluff]

stares at you

i was drawn back to this blog like a magnet because of ur fan pfp (< really really autistic about fan ii)

you may hold my ask until rqs are open and if they are open then draw my precious boy fan as a lee

ler can be anyone you feel like

but you activated my neurons and im making it your problem/silly

-🪷

AHHHHH OF COURSE DUDE!!!! Ofc Fan is a huge fav of mine (hince the pfp) so thank you so much for this request! :DD

[flufffilleddonut]

Lab Visit

Summary - When Fan doesn't follow Test Tube’s lab rules, she sets out to teach him their importance.

Word Count - 1220

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Test Tube was in her not-so-secret lab, working away on her latest invention. She was joined by Fan, who kept her company in the underground space. It seemed, however, that Fan could not stop himself from touching just about everything, much to Test Tube’s displeasure.

“What’s this one do?” Fan questioned, picking up yet another mysterious device.

Test Tube sighed. “Fan, I told you not to touch anything. If you’re going to be down here, you have to follow the science rules.”

-tink tink-

The sound of glass being tapped echoed through the room.

“Fan!” Test Tube yelled out, momentarily abandoning her work to turn and glare at the object.

Fan stared back, stunned, before crossing his arms in a huff. “Sorry, Test Tube. You can’t just bring me down here with all of this cool stuff lying around and expect me to not interact with it. I mean, that’s just foolish.”

Test Tube grumbled, turning back around. “Well, if you blow yourself up, I take no responsibility.”

“That’s the spirit!” Fan chimed.

He continued to examine every gizmo he could get his hands on, while an unimpressed Test Tube did her best to stay focused and on-task.

As she was working, however, Test Tube suddenly heard a faint click, followed by loud, mechanical buzzing, which became muffled just a moment later.

“Aah!” Fan cried out from across the room. “Test Tube!”

“Did you manage to blow yourself up yet?” She replied flatly.

“No! Your giant vacuum cleaner tried to eat me!”

Test Tube sighed. “It’s not a vacuum cleaner, Fan.”

“Sure looks like a vacuum cleaner to me.” He could be heard struggling against something. “But, whatever it is, it’s got my arm and won’t let go.”

“That’s because you turned on the internal pressure reducer. Now it’s pulling in the air, along with you. Just flick the switch again to turn it off.”

Test Tube heard Fan shuffle across the floor.

“... I can’t reach it.”

Grumbling, Test Tube was forced to put her project down once more, turning to survey Fan’s current predicament.

He was standing next to a large machine, which, Test Tube now had to admit, did look like a giant vacuum cleaner. His entire right arm was stuck inside of the nozzle, with the constant inward suction preventing him from pulling it back out.

Test Tube took a deep breath before approaching the scene.

“Thank you, Test Tube. You’re a lifesaver.” Fan produced his phone, beginning to tap away on it with his free hand.

Test Tube stopped directly in front of him, reaching out and gripping his left wrist. Fan looked at her, his attention being pulled from the device.

“... Test Tube?”

Wordlessly, she cranked Fan’s arm up into the air, bringing her other hand over to lightly spider the area underneath.

Fan jolted, starting to giggle at the touch. “Snrk-! Tehest Tuhube! Whahat ahare yohou dohoing?”

She smirked at him, digging in slightly rougher. “Getting payback.”

“NaHa-! Wahait! Ihi’m gohonna drohop my phohone!”

Test Tube stopped for a moment, snatching Fan’s phone out of his hand and placing it on the ground next to the pair, before resuming.

“There, now you won’t.”

“Nohoho! Whahat dihid I doho?!” Fan tugged at his arm, but Test Tube wasn’t letting go.

“You wouldn’t listen and kept distracting me from my work. This is what you get for not following the rules.”

Moving her hand down, Test Tube wiggled her fingers into the red, triangular area just above where Fan’s two guards intersect.

“NAHAHA! TEHEST TUHUBE!”

Fan squirmed around in place, before taking a few steps back and bumping into the wall of the machine holding his one arm captive. Test Tube quickly pinned his wrist against the surface, continuing her attack.

“I don’t think that’s how you get away, Fan.” She said, snickering.

“STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T-!” Fan twisted his body around, but Test Tube easily followed him.

“Tsk, tsk. If you can’t do the time, you shouldn’t do the crime.”

“THAHAT’S NOHOT THE SAHAYING!”

“Whatever. You get the point.”

“PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHA!”

“... Fine.”

Test Tube slowed her hand to a stop, removing it from Fan’s figure. She kept his wrist pinned as he greedily gulped down air.

“This -gasp-, is unlawful -gasp-, imprisonment.” Fan managed to say through gasps of air.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the judge, bub.” Test Tube took a single finger and swiped it down the centre of Fan’s middle.

One of Fan’s legs reflexively sprung up and swung in Test Tube’s direction. She managed to step out of the way just in time, avoiding the impact.

Test Tube whipped around to face Fan, her eyes wide in shock. His expression mirrored her own.

“Th-that was an involuntary reaction!” Fan attempted to explain.

Test Tube narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll show you an involuntary reaction!”

Releasing Fan’s wrist, Test Tube reached down and grabbed hold of his left leg, lifting it up into her arms. Fan was pulled to the ground as a result, his back making contact with the surface.

Placing one hand under Fan’s knee, Test Tube held his leg so that it was half-bent, dangling loosely in the air. Fan felt Test Tube run her thumb along the area just below his knee, before striking the spot with the side of her other hand. Fan’s leg gave a light kick in response.

Test Tube turned to look down at Fan. “That’s called the patellar reflex.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty nea-AAH!” Fan shrieked, Test Tube having begun rapidly scribbling under his knee.

Thrashing around on the floor, Fan kicked his legs wildly, beating his free hand against the ground.

“OHOKAY IHI’M SOHORRY! IHI’LL FOHOLLOW THE RUHULES!”

“You sure~?” Test Tube teased, switching to just scratching with one finger under Fan’s knee.

“YeHEHes! JuHUst staHAhap!” He pleaded.

Test Tube then let up, pulling her hand back and placing Fan’s leg down on the ground. She walked over to her machine, flicking the switch to power it off. Fan’s right arm slipped out of the nozzle and joined the rest of his limp body on the ground.

“Thanks…” Fan mumbled, watching as Test Tube returned to stand over him, “that was still mean.”

Test Tube chuckled. “What can I say? I take my rules very seriously.”

“Glad you have such a mature way of enforcing them then.” Fan remarked, sitting up.

Test Tube just smiled, offering Fan her hand. He took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Here’s your phone back, by the way.” Test Tube handed Fan back his device, having retrieved it from the ground.

Fan instinctively started tapping away on the screen.

“So, Fan,” He heard Test Tube begin, “I didn’t know you were that ticklish.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving! See ya later, Test Tube!” Fan announced, throwing his arms up and heading for the exit.

“Wait, Fan!” Test Tube started to laugh. “Don’t leheave!”

“Yeah, no, I think I’ve experienced enough science for today.”

As Fan exited the lab, Test Tube waved him off, chuckling to herself. She walked back over to her invention from earlier, ready to continue her work.

While she may be more productive working on her own, Test Tube couldn’t deny that she enjoyed having a guest in the lab every once in a while. Even if it resulted in a bit of mischief.

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[lowkeyatetho]

first time actually drawing objects lol what do yall think?

[sodersdumbtklblog]

me when i accidentally turn my friend into a dog (just an average saturday)

another idea from @the-giggle-flower :D