Hey There! I'm not sure if you remember from the first blog, but I think I requested a Welcome Home TK Fic, with Julie and Frank going into the woods
Hello, There! I do remember! Here you go, I will re-post it for you! I apologize, I completely forgot what I named it!
Warning, this is a tickle fic!
Hanging Vines
“OOH! Frank! Look at that one there!” Julie squealed. Out in the neighborhood, Frank and Julie were out catching bugs and critters of all sorts. The heat was near overwhelming with the sun shining down on the two puppets, but the breeze was enough to keep them from getting too warm. The smell of fresh flowers and nature surrounded them as they frolicked around, looking for insects.
“Yes, Julie I see it,” Frank recoiled as Julie shouted in his ear, “However, that one is quite extraordinary!” Frank smiled. He ran over to the bug that had just landed on a nearby flower. Julie followed.
The bug appeared to be a beautiful butterfly! The wings were beautifully colored with vibrant pigments, which stood out further with a shimmering iridescent tint. Frank Pulled out his magnifying glass, but the critter flew away closer to the forest before he could get a good look!
“Hey! I wasn’t done with you yet!” Frank exclaimed. He ran after the creature with Julie still trotting along after him. It landed once more, just outside of the forest. Frank pulled out his magnifying glass once more and took a look at the butterfly. He got a few more seconds of looking before Julie crashed into him! Her attention was caught by a dragonfly whizzing around, so she was not looking ahead and bumped right into him, knocking him into the forest.
“AH! Julie, you have to be more careful! Now I’m covered in dirt-” Frank paused, as he was laying on the ground of the forest, he felt something tug at his wrist and ankle. He looked down to see vines wrapping around his arms and legs, which soon pulled him deeper into the forest.
“A-Ah, what?? Julie! H-Help- GAH!” Frank yelped. He tried to clamber out, but before he could even move an inch, the vines had grown too strong. They lifted the gray puppet up into the air.
“FRANK! What’s going on??” Julie yelled to them. She tried to help by pulling him down, but the vines had gotten her too. Before they knew it, both of them were hoisted into the air by huge green creeping plants. Julie tried to crane her neck to see if Frank was alright, but she stopped once she heard a familiar sound. Frank started to giggle hysterically, which caused Julie to wonder…
“Frank? What’s so funny!?” She called out. Before long, she was filled in on the situation. Another vine had slowly creeped up to Julie’s torso. It started to lightly scratch and wiggle at her sides and tummy, causing her to squeak and cackle at the sensations. Frank was getting similar treatment, as the vines had worked their way up towards Frank’s neck, wiggling against the sensitive skin.
The two puppets were wiggling, giggling, blushing messes as the vines had their way with them. The teasy plants were relentless and seemingly taking note of what made Frank and Julie squeal and thrash the most. From pinching to wiggling to vibrating to tracing, there was not a single thing these vines did not try.
“HEHEHEY! LEHET UHUHS DOHOHOWN! HEHEHAHA!” Julie squealed in her most demanding voice, which was not very demanding at all. At once, the vine suddenly dropped her, only to catch her by the ankle so that she was dangling upside down from her leg. Julie yelped. In this new position, she was now left utterly defenseless. The vine that had previously been working at her torso was now making its way up towards her foot. It came up and peeled off her high heel, then started scratching ruthlessly at the arch of her foot. To say that Julie screeched would be a complete understatement.
“AAAHAHAHAAHAHA NOHOHAHAHA NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EEEEE! NAHAT THEHE TOHOHOES!!” She pleaded, but to no avail. The vines continued exploring her tender tootsies, while also moving to tickle up her leg, to her knees and thighs.
While Julie was losing it, Frank was in his own predicament. His shirt had been lifted up, his hair was a mess, and his cheeks were as red as the tomatoes in his garden. The creeping plants had moved from his neck and shoulders to his tummy and sides, as well as his loser back and thighs. His laugh was squeaky and high pitch, as well as scattered with snorts and squeals of all sorts. Involuntary flinches and squirms took over his frame as the vines traversed his body.
“PLHEHEHAHAAHA! *snort* HAHAVE MEHERCHYHYHY! NAHAHAT THEHERE, PLEHEHEASE!!” Frank wailed. The vines did not budge as he begged and writhed. All of his most tender spots being hit at once was nearly too much to bear, but these vines seemed to know just the right pressure and technique to keep him from going over the edge, which made it all the more maddening.
Before long, both Frank and Julie were nearing a limit. Their minds were foggy with glee, and their laughs were breathy and weak. After what seemed like an eternity of skittering, wriggling, scritching, and teasing, everything stopped at once. The vines set them down ever so gently, and rubbed their tummies, feet and backs. After both of them had calmed down, the vines recoiled back into the earth.
“Oh, goodness… Are you alright, Frankie?” Julie questioned.
“Uhm.. yes, I’m quite alright. Are you?” Frank responded. Julie sat up, then crawled over to help Frank up. They both sat together for a minute. Both of them a hot mess, with hair and clothes ruffled up, looked at each other with a knowing look.
“Yes, I’m alright, Dearie…” Julie paused for a moment, “You liked that, didn’t you?” Julie smirked.
“Wha- I- Uhm, well… yeah…” Frank said sheepishly.
“Hah, knew it!” Julie teased, “I did too. Fun, right?”
“Pfft, yes, I suppose. You’re such a little sponge for tickles, aren’t you?” Frank teased back.
“HAH, yeah I am! I have no shame in that.” Julie Beamed.
“I can tell.” Frank Mused. He stood up, Julie following. Just as they stepped out of the forest, a butterfly landed on Frank’s nose. Both of them froze, realizing it was the same butterfly from before.
“Frank!” Julie gasped. “Look!”
“I see it, Julie.” Frank said, calmly.
All of their worries had been taken from them by those vines. They went home to gather themselves and restore their earlier appearances, soon after spending the rest of the day together looking at the beauty of the insects they found. Both more calm and relieved of stress than they were before.
Squealing Santa 2023 - Gift for @randommusicalfluff
Happy Holidays @randommusicalfluff! I’m happy I got paired with you, love your art! I’ve never written for Welcome Home before, but I finally got a good reason! Full disclosure, I tried my best to go all out; sorry if it’s a bit crazy. Again, happy holidays if you celebrate, and I hope you Enjoy!
(Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa again; I love this event and the fact that you made it possible! Amazing job as always!)
Lee: Eddie, Frank
Ler: Frank, Eddie
Fandom: Welcome Home
Summary: Frank is freezing in the chilly weather of winter. Lucky for him, he has a living teddy-bear for a partner. When said partner is sleepy, though, some fluffy tickles ensue. Eddie decides to return the favor, albeit gently.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Frank shivered in the coolness of the post office, his thicker sweater vest doing little to keep him warm. Snow fell in delicate flakes outside, leaving little water dots against the window on contact. The insect lover would much rather be snuggled up in blankets in front of a warm fire, but he promised Eddie that he’d be patient. He was regretting that promise.
“Alright, darlin’! All done with sortin’ tomorrow’s letters. Ready to head in?” A warm fuzz entered Frank’s chest when he heard that southern drawl. Not enough to distract him from the crisp air, of course, but it helped. “Absolutely; it’s much too cold in this office. You really must get a nicer heater for this room.”
The gray-skinned puppet moved to his partner’s side, a small smile gracing his lips when Eddie raised his arm and pulled him in close. He was so warm; Frank could’ve stayed there for the rest of the season.
Eddie just chuckled, unlocking the thick door that separated his living quarters from the post office. He couldn’t understand why Frank was so cold; the southern man just had a thin flannel over his usual postal attire. He led Frank over to an armchair, handing him a blanket and turning to the fireplace. “C’mon, freezer-bug. I’ll get the heat goin’.”
That got an eye-roll and a few mumbles from the logical puppet. Freezer-bug? It was snowing outside! Eddie was just too cozy, with his soft belly, warm eyes, tender embrace, rich voice…oh dear. Frank felt his cheeks heat up, adding to the fuzzy feeling. Heat sounded nice, though he’d prefer cuddles.
Soon, the heater whirred, struggling to warm both the post office and his home. Frank wrapped the blanket snugly around his shoulders, trying to warm up. He could’ve used a squishy teddy-bear right about then. “You coming, dear?”
Eddie shook his head, lifting the lankier puppet up and placing him in his lap. He laid the blanket across both of them, rubbing Frank’s back to try and warm him. The long day of sorting mail and delivering packages that morning had him all tuckered out; soon, his eyes were drifting closed, his arms going slack on his partner’s back.
Normally, Frank would’ve just let him sleep and enjoyed the closeness. He had been waiting for cuddles all day, however, and had been teased for shivering. It was obviously lighthearted, but Frank was nothing if not a creature of spite. Some payback was in order.
Frank’s nimble fingers kneaded into his partner’s plush belly, squeezing and poking at the center. Eddie giggled sleepily, moving one hand to swat at the ticklish feeling. His partner had to stifle a chuckle as he dodged the hand, squeezing and poking at the squishy area above his waist.
A groggy yelp burst from the red-haired man, his hands shooting to grab Frank’s wrists. The gray puppet wasn’t about to let that slide; he shoved at Eddie’s tangerine hands, continuing to tickle the wonderful pudge. “D-DAHAharlihin’?! Whahahat’re yaha dohohoin’?!”
“Well, you’ve made me wait for affection all day, and you *were* being rather mean about my shivering. I need to get some kind of revenge, dear. You understand, yes?” Frank moved his wiggly fingers to Eddie’s ribs, sending the man into a fit of laughter.
“I-IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! IHI’LL GIHIVE YA AHAHALL THE CUHUHUDDLES YOUHU WAHAHANT!” Frank just chuckled, holding on tight and teasing his partner’s ribs. He loved the sound of Eddie’s laughter best. It was so bright, rich and full; such an easy thing to melt at. For the moment, though, he was strong.
Frank’s fingers moved to tug at the fabric of his partner’s tucked-in shirt. The soft fabric gave easily, exposing the soft felt of his tangerine belly. “Ah, what a sight. This tum of yours looks awfully cozy, Mr. Dear. I hope you don’t mind~” Before Eddie could protest any further, eight cold fingers were scribbling on his poor belly.
“F-FRAHAHAHANK! NAHAHAT THAHAT!” Of course he minded! Eddie normally refrained from using Frank’s first name, per their little habit; pet names or Mr. Frankly was what he stuck with. He couldn't help it, it tickled! The cool temperature somehow made everything twice as sensitive.
Frank gasped, letting his dramatic side take over. “*Frank*? When did we get so unprofessional?! You’ve *insulted* me, Mr. Dear. This cannot go unpunished.” *Oh, what a drama king*…
He paused for a second, hovering his hands above Eddie for a moment. Eddie was about to whine, his protests dying in his throat when he saw where those wiggling fingers were heading. His hips were horrible, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. *Especially* Frank. Oh boy…
“D-Daharlin’ no! Wahahait, lehet’s talk ‘bout thihis! Ya don’t gotta- GYEEAAAH!” Frank let his hands touch down on Eddie’s hips, giving the love handles a firm squeeze. The postman squealed, jolting so hard he almost sent Frank flying. It didn’t deter the entomophile; he only dug in further.
The poor postman was an incoherent mess, sputtering through his loud, boisterous laughter. “F-FRAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHA- IHI’M SAHAHARRY! YEHER KIHIHIHILLIN’ MEHEHE!” He bucked and thrashed, his slick red hair quickly becoming a mussed-up mess. So much for staying sharp…
“Oh, come now. Your hips can’t possibly be *that* ticklish. It’s illogical.” Frank smirked, kneading his partner’s hips and drilling his thumbs into the plush skin. Eddie flailed as he cackled, trying and failing to do anything but sit there and toss his head back with laughter. “Then again, you have always been a bit of an anomaly. I guess southern gentlemen are exempt from that rule.”
The tickle-drunk postman giggled and panted, his belly quivering as he tried to regain his composure. A beautiful red hue decorated his face, pairing wonderfully with his sunset-colored felt. “Ohoho gohosh… Geheez, Mr. Frankly. Thahat was mihighty mean…”
Eddie drummed his legs against the chair, losing his marbles over the tickling. It was so bad! Frank didn’t normally go that far with his tickles, but he definitely was that time.
Eddie’s hand tapped at Frank’s arm, signaling that he really couldn’t handle any more. The lanky puppet immediately stopped, moving to rub his partner’s belly soothingly. He didn’t really need to, but it felt right; plus, his hands were still cold.
Frank huffed, rolling his eyes and snuggling up to Eddie. “Oh, hush. You know you enjoyed it, *dearest*~” He felt his cheeks heat further, the butterflies in his stomach going wild. The man blamed Frank’s insect obsession.
Even though he was tired, he wrapped his arms around Frank and held him close. Any thoughts of moving to the bedroom were gone, the armchair and Frank seeming as comfortable as ever. Eddie sighed, relaxing into the plush fabric and playing with the other puppet’s hair. “Whooo…got me plum tuckered, darlin’. Was there s’posed to be a point to all’a that?”
Frank just shrugged, getting comfortable on his warm “bed” for the night; time had really flown. “It seemed enjoyable, and it absolutely was. Besides, all that laughing warmed you up. Now I’ve got a nice warm bed…” The puppet had no shame, smiling softly and curling up even further.
Eddie huffed at his reasoning; only Frank… He was about to do the same until a fun idea popped into his head. A little retribution would be nice, and his partner *was* still complaining about being cold. Even if he was tired, the red-haired man was ready to give Frank a taste of his own medicine.
Pretending to doze off again, Eddie wrapped his arms around Frank and laid his hands on the bug lover’s sides. Frank thought nothing of it, assuming his dear would be too tired for revenge; oh, how wrong he was. Right as Frank’s eyes closed, Eddie struck. He wiggled his fingers into the gray puppet’s soft sides, using his arms to hold him tight.
Frank squeaked, a pink glow showing on his gray cheeks. “D-dehehearest! Ihi thohohought youhu wehehere tihihired!” The postman just smiled fondly, a gleam of mischief in his warm eyes. “Oh, I am. I reckon some payback’s in order before my nap, don’tcha think?” His tangerine-colored fingers gently scribbled and squeezed along Frank’s sides, pulling giggle after giggle from him.
The butterfly enthusiast flapped his hands, Eddie’s strong arms restricting any other movement. His partner cooed at the stims, granting himself one small kiss to the top of Frank’s head. “Yer adorable, darlin’. Flappin’ your hands like a lil’ butterfly~”
Frank had to resist the urge to melt at the kiss, opting for more fruitless squirming. He tried to keep the gag going, but the puppet *could not* take what he dished out. “M-mihister- daharn it, Eddiehehehe!”
The southern man gasped, a wide smile taking over his features; he’d never had the best poker face. “And you yelled at me and everythin’! Look’it you, callin’ me by my first name. Yer lucky I’m such a nice fella.” Eddie teased each of Frank’s ribs, making the intellectual fellow squeak and squeal. It was so unfairly gentle…
“Dehehearest! Plehehease!” The radiant blush against Frank’s gray felt was honestly adorable to Eddie. He could look at it all day, the lovely sound of his giggles pairing perfectly. However, he knew that the other puppet was tired, and that they could both seriously use a nap. Reluctantly, Eddie slowed to gentle traces, drawing small shapes across Frank’s sides and lower back.
“Ohoho dear…thahank you.” Frank took a few giggly breaths, melting into the gentle touch. “No problem, buggy-boo. Now you get your nap.” The postman kissed his head, adjusting the blanket and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Frank was out in seconds, the warmth of his partner’s embrace and the slight exhaustion from giggling sending him straight to dreamland. Eddie chuckled fondly as he watched him doze off; it was too cute.
Shifting in the armchair, he closed his eyes, arms still around Frank as he joined the other puppet in a nap. Snow continued to fall outside, the temperature steadily dropping; in the comfort of Eddie’s home, however, the two couldn’t be happier. The perfect end to a cold winter’s day: a tickly cuddle session and nap with a lover.
BOY, back on the grind buddies and bros. This time with two of our favorite lads! As requested by @witchmcnugget one of my regulars. It's always good to have your support, you are so sweet!
This is a little shorter than my usual, but still good. Some fics just don't need to be super long and it works out. I love any excuse to sic Barnaby on people, he's so silly! Also, Frank needs all the laughs he can get.
TICKLE-FIC Prompt Requests are: OPEN HERE
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“Can you go one day without being a menace, you over-sized oaf!”
The sleepy smile never left Barnaby’s face at Frank’s scolding. The dog had long grown immune to even Frank’s fiercest temper. Came from exposure to it.
“Whats’a matter Frank, I’m just nappin’?” Barnaby asked smoothly, resting his chin on his arms.
Frank’s hands clenched into fists, coming to a rest on his waist. “You’de better accomplish that by napping in your own yard!” They accentuated their sentence with a stop of their foot. Barnaby, for his part, merely lifted his head up off his arms and gave a slight tilt of acknowledgment. “Do not try to look cute in front of me, it’s not going to change anything.”
Barnaby chuckled “Oh come on Frankie old boy, you ever heard the phrase ‘let sleepin’ dogs lie.’ I’ve got it on good authority I make good company anyhow.”
“I was perfectly fine enjoying a day alone before you intruded in my space, now remove yourself to your own yard or I will remove you myself.” Frank said sharply, eyes narrowing.
But the dog puppet took no move to leave. Blinking thoughtfully, Barnaby began to eye Frank up and down. The smile never left his face as he lightly scratched under his jaw. Nothing good ever came from Barnaby getting a certain look on his face.
That look was a knowing grin.
Frank huffed and said “I’m going to get my vegetable basket. When I get back, you had better be gone if you know what’s best for you.” He didn’t even get to turn around before Barnaby interjected.
“Bein’ awful silly, arn’t’cha Frankie?”
Indignantly, Frank took a step closer to the huge dog puppet and asked “I beg your pardon, how so? And stop calling me that!”
Barnaby merely smirked up at them from the ground “I’m just sayin’, Frank, you’re being awful bold for someone within’ tickling distance.”
Upon his utterance of the word ‘tickling’, Frank’s expression shifted from indignant to quivering nervousness. A wobbly smile crossed his features. He hesitantly shifted to step back.
But before he completed his step, a strong force swung at his ankles, knocking him onto the ground on his back. Thankfully a large, soft paw broke his fall before he fell flat onto the grass. Not giving him a chance to make any effort to escape, a second paw gripped him by the ankle and pulled him straight into Barnaby’s hold.
This left Frank sitting with Barnaby’s large head resting in their lap. One arm wrapped around their back, the other pinning their shins firmly to the ground.
“B-Barnaby, let m-me go this instant!” Frank said, trying to sound firm. But behind their words, this was a tremor of anticipation. He knew darn well what was coming. The size and strength of the huge dog made any sort of escape impossible.
“Oh I don’t think so, pal.” Barnaby replied, looking up at them from his spot in their lap. “I’m in the mood for a laugh and someone’s overdue for a visit from the tickle monster.”
“Barnaby don’t you DAHAHAHAIR! GYAHAHAHAHA~!” Frank spluttered
The arm rested on their shins had slipped a paw under their leg, the fingers wriggling into the backside of their thighs. His leg jerked in reflex, but was unable to escape the wriggling fingers. “No-NONO *snort* GAHAHAHAHAHA~! OHHOHO n-*snort*-not th-ERE, EEHEE*snort*HEEHEEHEE! Oh-HO *snort* PLEAHEEHEESE!”
Barnaby smirked up at him “You talk real tough ‘till someone gets your tickle-spot. Gitchie-goo, buddy boy.” As he teased, his other paw gently glided up Frank’s side, a cheeky digit scribbling into the soft spot just below his underarm. This earned a delightful squeal of surprise.
“AHAHAHAHA!! *snort* Pleaheeheese. . . *snort* *snort* Gyy-AH!-AHHAHAHA~!” Frank tried to shrink away from the tickling fingers, but was firmly trapped in this pseudo-hug that was rapidly reducing him to flustered stitches.
In the meantime, Barnaby’s tail was wagging fiercely. Seeing this grumpy, gray rain-cloud of a puppet in peals of uncontrollable wiggles and giggles was just about the nicest sight Barnaby could hope to see today. Seeing any of the little guys laugh themselves silly just melted his heart, Frank was just special in the sense that Barnaby hadn’t quite mastered how to get them to laugh any other way. Tickling was a delightful thing in that regard! When his friends needed a laugh the most, all it took was some gentle wiggles from his fluffy fingers.
He was no one-trick-pooch either!
“Hmm, well since you interrupted my snooze, least you could do is treat me to a bite or two. Now since you’re here, I’ll just help myself.” Barnaby teased.
There was a sudden flash of giddy terror in Frank’s face. He had a ‘terrible’ feeling he knew exactly what this dog was about to do!
With a playful growl, Barnaby gently chomped down on Frank’s other thigh. The slender leg practically dissapeared in his huge mouth. The large dog puppet kept his nibbles as gentle as a feather, causing the most awful tickle to spasm through his neighbor’s entire frame.
“*snort* Oho GOHOHOhosh! *snort* Keheeheehee-AH-AHAHAAHAA~! NO-NononoNO NOHOT THAhahahat *snort*! PLEEEHEEHEEheeheese! *snort* GAHHAHA~!” Frank spluttered, hands flapping wildly as his mind attempted to process all the stimulation at once. Barnaby’s giant maw chomped down on his thigh; soft squeezes of tickly pressure rippled through their hysterical recipient’s body. His rubbery teeth only made things worse, leaving little pricking tingles like the light grazes of nails.
Frank leaned forward, arms wrapping around Barnaby’s large head. Slender hands grasped a velvety ear, pressing it to their face like a pillow. Frank was still quite beside himself with snorts and laughter, cheeks hot and chest aching. Their body was wracked with tingling and this glow of silly joy had settled in his belly.
Barnaby chuckled, feeling the gentle vibration of Frank laughing into his fur and the spasms of their tummy against the side of his face. It was a delightful thing, being utterly surrounded by their laughter.
The paw on Frank’s back glided down to wriggle fingers into their belly where the vest had ridden up. Frank’s squeal of laughter made the dog’s tail wag so hard that his lower body was starting to wiggle. It really did his heart good to see Frank so darn happy.
“PLEAHEEHEEHEheeheeze *wheeze* noho moho-HORE! GEEHEEHEEHEE*snort*heehee~! PleaHEEHEEHEESE! *snort* Oh gohohosh. . . it-it ti-HICKLES so baHAHAD! Good grieeheeheef *wheeze* *snort*, GAHHAAHAAHAA~!” Frank’s laughter was broken with snorts and heaves, his words garbled with titters and lack of breath to spare. With each spasm of giggles, they would tighten around Barnaby’s head, burying their face into the soft ear in their grasp.
With casual ease, Barnaby ceased his tickle attack. Frank collapsed into a giggly heap on top of his head, hands still limply grasping a fluffy ear of his ‘attacker’. He could feel the heat on their face through his fur and hear their heaves of breath. Patiently, he waited for his friend to collect himself a little.
After Frank’s breathing was at more acceptable speed, Barnaby carefully moved himself to curl around them from behind, gently keeping a grip on his unsteady friend. Rolling over onto his back, he re-wrapped an arm around Frank. This left the local bug-expert reclined against his tummy.
“You. . .will, oh good grief, pay. . .for that.” Frank wheeshed, still winded. Despite his best efforts, the words had no bite to them.
All Barnaby could manage was a short chuckle “Alright, Frank.” He gave Frank’s head a gentle pat, whisking a stray lock of ruffled hair out of his eyes. “But in the meantime, how’s about a nap, tough guy?” He asked, his arm returning to squeeze Frank close as the other paw rested on his own chest.
On cue, Frank let out soft yawn, muffling it behind a hand. “Fine” He grumbled “The things I put up with.” He made himself quite comfortable reclined against Barnaby’s side, in spite of his complaining. It was hard to argue when the large dog was just so darn cozy. Making sure Barnaby wasn’t looking, Frank smiled softly as they nestled into the plush tummy. No wonder Wally never protested Barnaby’s exuberant affection.
In the warmth of the early afternoon sun and the company of each other, the two neighbors were quickly fast asleep.
Unbeknownst to them, a little painter had wandered over, looking for his companion. Upon seeing the sight in Frank’s backyard, he had set up his easel and stool, eager to make a painting of such a heart-warming moment. At one point, a butterfly landed on the top corner of his canvas, observing his work curiously.
Wally gently held a finger to his lips “Shh, I won’t tell if you don’t.” Giving his little spectator a soft wink.
The little, blue butterfly quietly wiggled its antennae.
I’ve been obsessed with Welcome Home lately and since I’ve read @fluffypandabun‘s lee!Frank fic about 100 times I just had to draw something based off of it <333 I tried my best but it is also currently 4 am as I’m posting this lmao my hand is. so sore. Wally looks a little off but i think it fits his character so we’re just gonna pretend that was on purpose <3
