#lee!ginger

[numberonecomedichatredstan]

Any tickle content with Bobette. Lee, ler, your choice! I just want more content of my girl

merry christmas

[secretleeme]

Sweet Memories (sfw tickle fic)

Ginger tries to make her friends some cookies, but keeps messing up. Her cousin Cosmo and his best friend Sprout notice and want to cheer her up.

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Lers: Ginger, Cosmo, Sprout

Lees: Ginger, Cosmo, Sprout

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“Hmmmm”

Ginger glared at a fresh batch-i mean a burnt batch of cinnamon cookies. This was the fifth time she failed to bake something.

Christmas was nearly over and Ginger wanted to make everyone cookies as a goodbye present.

She wanted to make cinnamon cookies, especially as those were Cosmo’s favorite, but things kept going horribly wrong.

“Why can’t I get this right?”

Ginger sighed as she slumped down on a nearby chair.

She could always decorate cookies, no problem, but when it came to baking them, it was a whole other story.

“Hey Ginger!” A familiar voice called out to the cookie.

It was Cosmo, with his best friend Sprout beside him.

Ginger quickly got up and attempted to hide the burnt batch of cookies, but Sprout had already caught on.

“I smell burning…” He said.

“N-no you don’t…” Ginger said nervously.

“Ginger…”

Ginger felt tears forming, but tried her best to hold then back.

“Ginger, it’s okay! Me and Sprout burn things all the time!” 

“Well, you do Cosmo. Not me!” Sprout laughed.

“I left the oven on ONE time!” Cosmo chuckled, playfully nudging Sprout as he giggled.

Ginger stared at the two, she was going to miss them so much..

She couldn’t hold back her tears anymore.

“I-I wanted to bake cookies for you all before we leave… But I keep burning them! This is the fifth batch and I can’t seem to get it right! And i’m going to miss you all! It’s so long till I see you again! And-“

Ginger continued to rant as Cosmo and Sprout watched her with sadness in their eyes.

“Ginger…” Cosmo walked up to his cousin and gave her a hug.

“I hate it too, the fact that you have to go. It’s so cruel. It’s so long. But, we WILL see each other again!” Cosmo weakly smiled. 

“Why do I have to leave? Why can’t we all just stay?” Ginger softly sobbed.

“I wish we could change Delilah’s mind, I really do, but she’s…y’know, stubborn. Sprout crossed his arms, feeling sad, yet a little awkward.

Suddenly, Cosmo got an idea.

“Y’know, Ginger. I still remember when we were kids, I always used to do…something to cheer you up…”

Ginger thought about what Cosmo was referring to, and suddenly her stomach dropped.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…”

Ginger slowly but surely backed away from the pastry, as he smiled with a hint of mischief.

“You know exactly what i’m talking about.”

Cosmo started walking towards Ginger, an out of character sinister demeanour surrounding him , as Ginger increased the pace.

Sprout looked on, confused.

“What is going on?” He wondered aloud.

Cosmo turned to Sprout, his smile beaming.

“Gingers ticklish…”

“C-Cosmo! N-no i’m not!”

“I would tickle her whenever she needed cheering up, and by the looks of her icing, she needs a lot of cheering up!”

Ginger’s icing makeup had gotten all smudged from the crying, despite Ginger trying to fix it just now.

Cosmo suddenly dashed towards Ginger, who dodged like a pro and started running.

“C-Cosmo!”

Ginger sprinted around the kitchen, with Cosmo following close behind her, giggling like a school boy.

After a couple laps around the kitchen, Sprout decided to take action.

As Ginger ran past him, he grabbed her arm and held her in place.

“Sprout!?” Ginger gasped, trying to break free from his grasp.

“Sorry Ginger, but Cosmo’s right. We need to get you smiling again!”

Ginger could do nothing but watch as Cosmo finally caught up to her.

“Woo, thanks Sprout!” Cosmo gave him a thumbs up, just before poking Ginger’s side.

“EEK!” Ginger flinched.

“See? Very ticklish!”

Cosmo smiled as he gently but continuously poked her side again and again.

Ginger started giggling uncontrollably.

“Stahahahahp!” Ginger slammed her eye shut as she laughed, attempting to break free from Sprout’s grasp again.

“I’m barely doing anything and you’re already laughing.” Cosmo smiled.

Cosmo then started to gently tickle her stomach.

“EHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Ginger squirmed as she started to laugh louder.

Sprout and Cosmo started giggling as well.

“Aww shes so cute!” Sprout giggled, still half bewildered by the situation.

“It’s just nice not being the one being tickled for once…” Cosmo glanced at Sprout as he said that. Sprout looked away innocently.

“Anyways…tickle tickle!”

Cosmo continued to jab at Ginger’s stomach, making her squeal with every move.

Sprout then had a sinister idea.

He suddenly let go of Ginger’s arms and started to rabidly scribble Ginger’s sides.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO”

Ginger waved her arms about, attempting to push away the pastry and strawberry.

“Hehe jackpot.” Sprout laughed as he kneaded her sides even more.

Ginger laughed even louder, a rarity for the cookie.

“OKAYAHAHA OKAYHAHAHA I’M CHEHEHERED UHUHUP! STAHAHAHP”

Cosmo and Sprout abruptly stopped the tickling, giggling with the cookie as she slowly slid to the floor in defeat.

“S-so mean…”

Ginger giggled breathlessly, holding her stomach to get rid of the phantom tickles.

“It got you smiling though!” 

Cosmo chuckled, patting Ginger on the shoulder, before helping her up.

“I’m…gonna get you back…” 

“Maybe next year, hm?” Cosmo smirked.

“Lol nah.”

Sprout suddenly picked up Cosmo effortlessly and started squeezing his sides.

“S-SPROUT!”

Cosmo burst out laughing as he struggled, trying to get free.

“Ginger get him!” Sprout chucked.

“NOHOHO WAIT-ACK!” 

Ginger gently tickled Cosmo’s stomach, resulting in high pitched squeals. 

“HEHEHEHEHE I’M SOREHEHEHY!” Cosmo wiggled frantically.

“Tickle tickle tickle…”

The strawberry and cookie cooed. 

Luckily for Cosmo, the two had mercy and soon stopped the torment. Sprout let go of Cosmo and he fell to the ground, giggling.

“Oh my gosh…” Cosmo chuckled.

“I guess I deserved that…”

“Definitely.” Ginger giggled. 

“Well!” Sprout exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

“Now all thats over, how about we bake some cookies together?” 

Ginger and Cosmo exchanged glances, and turned back to Sprout with mischievous grins.

“Who said it was over?” 

Cosmo than dashed towards Sprout with little warning, pinning him to the floor. Cosmo had surprisingly good strength, much to Sprout’s dismay.

“Ginger, get his knees! He has realllly ticklish knees!” 

“COSMO I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU’D NEVER BRING THAT UP!?” Sprout cried, desperation in his voice.

“T’was a lie, sorry!” Cosmo giggled, as he started tickling Sprouts stomach.

“C-cohohosmohohohoohahahahahahaha” Sprout started giggling hysterically.

Ginger quickly ran up to the berry boy, sat on his legs and started to promptly scratch at his knees.

Sprouts laughter hit an octave as he squirmed, trying to break free.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHHHP THAHAHAHAHT”

Sprout hid his face in shame as he laughed.

“Wow, you were right, Cosmo.” Ginger giggled.

“Hehe! It’s so funny seeing you laugh like that!”

Cosmo laughed as he continued scribbling all over his stomach for juuuust a little bit longer.

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHT UHUHUHUHUHP!”

After a while the two let up and got off Sprout, who was still giggling hysterically. Cosmo and Ginger looked at each other, then suddenly started giggling themselves, all three of them falling into a heap of giggles.

It was a while since all three of them had bonded like this. The atmosphere was warm and bright, just like the good times.

“Goodness…that was…fun.” Ginger said, wiping the last remaining tear off her cheek.

“I think I needed that…thanks guys..”

Cosmo and Sprout looked over at Ginger and smiled.

“Sure thing!” Sprout beamed. 

“It has been a while since I laughed that hard..” He blushed, which luckily for him, wasn’t very noticeable due to his…strawberry pallet.

“You’re telling me…” Cosmo smiled as he slowly got up from the floor, with the others following suit.

“Ginger, how about we make some cookies together? We could show you how to not set the place on fire!” Sprout winked.

“We could give them to the other toons!” Cosmo chimed in.

“Nah i’d rather we eat them, after that tickle fight…” Sprout huffed.

“How about cinnamon cookies?” Ginger suggested, a warm smile on her face.

“My favorite!” Cosmo beamed.

“Okay! A dozen cinnamon cookies coming riiiiigght up!”

And with that, the three foodies started preparing for a baking lesson filled with joyous melodies and laughter.

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[gingerlee-holds]

YOOOOOO WASSUP JELLYBEANSSSSS!!! this is a tickle fic for,,, my Minecraft self-insert character DONT JUDGE ME I WANTED TO WRITE ONE FOR ME THIS TIME- anyway her name's Ginger (like my name lmao), and she likes adventuring with her wife Angus (my gf's character, but i dont wanna post the stories i made with the two of us cuz mnbhiukjbhyiguhvygiukbhguhij-) ANYWAYS i hope you enjoy!! and no its not a year late, idk what youre talking about its 2024 bestie <3333

this is a fic requested by... by me!! thank you so much for the request, me!! youre welcome, me!! oh youre so pretty and polite, me- oh why thank you me youre not half bad looking yourself aha we have fun

this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @lovelynim

All Riches Come With A Price~

Words: 1,771 Pairing: Lee!Ginger Warnings: Silverfish? yeah silverfish Prompt: Money

The little village was buzzing with life that morning. Farmers led pigs into their pens, the mason cut slabs, and the leatherworker laid out their dyed tunics on the rack by their stall.

Ginger bounced toward it, braid swaying with each skip. Her long, red hair was plaited neatly, threaded through with wildflowers her wife had tucked in earlier while exploring the meadow. On her back sat her trusty pink backpack, stuffed full of tools, bread, and just enough torches to light her way on any adventure.

Her bright grey eyes sparkled when she saw it, a pink leather tunic hanging on display. The color was absolutely perfect! Soft, cheery, and undeniably her.

"How much?" she asked eagerly.

The leatherworker grunted.

Ginger's smile faltered. "Six emeralds?" She dug through her backpack, pulling out what emeralds she had, but it was only two. Not enough.

Her lips pressed into a pout, but then her expression shifted to determination. She tugged her braid over her shoulder and nodded firmly. "Alright, then. I'll be back with the money. Make sure nobody buys it until I get back!"

The leatherworker raised their brow, but Ginger was already turning, already striding out of the village with a bright spring in her step.

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The map crinkled in her hands as Ginger pushed through the thick foliage. The jungle was alive with sound: parrots squawked in the trees, bushes rustled with hidden ocelots, and shafts of golden sunlight pierced through the green canopy.

It wasn't her first time exploring here, but every time she entered the jungle, Ginger felt like a tiny speck swallowed up by wild, endless life. Her backpack bumped against her back as she hiked uphill, and her braid snagged against vines she had to tug free.

"I bet there's treasure out here somewhere," she muttered to herself, kicking aside a fern. "Maybe... even enough emeralds for two tunics! ...Twonics!" The thought made her grin.

And then she saw it. At first, she thought it was just another temple, the kind she'd stumbled across before: a mossy, crumbling jungle temple with the hidden arrow traps and the lever puzzle. But as she stepped closer, she froze.

This one was... huge.

The walls stretched up far higher than usual, and the structure itself sprawled like a fortress, sinking into the jungle as if it had been there for centuries.

Ginger frowned. She hadn't built this. Nobody in her village had. Yet here it was, looming and silent. If it were natural, it wouldn't be the first time large structures appeared out of nowhere in this ever-changing world. The mansion's appearance in the dark forest a few years back made Ginger's wife, Angus, seriously question her sanity.

Her heart thudded nervously. "Weird..."

But adventure... and a pink tunic... waited. Ginger pushed forward.

Inside, the temple enveloped her in shadow. Mossy cobblestone walls towered over her, and the smell of damp stone clung to the air.

Ginger lit a torch, the flame crackling brightly against the gloom. She took careful steps, remembering how jungle temples were notorious for their traps. Still, she hadn't expected the sheer colossal size of these corridors. They stretched endlessly, twisting and branching, echoing with each of her cautious footsteps.

Her first scare came when her boot brushed a tripwire. Arrows fired from a wall with a sharp twang! One zipped past her cheek, so close she squealed. She flung herself against the opposite wall, hair smacking into her shoulder. "EEK!! Okay, okay.. careful..."

Heart pounding, she dusted herself off and crept onward, holding her torch high.

Another hallway, this one patterned with pressure plates. Ginger hesitated, then tried to jump them... but her heel just barely clipped the edge of one. Pistons shot out from the wall with a loud chunk, nearly shoving her into an until-then-unseen pit of spikes below.

She yelped and scrambled forward, chest heaving. For a moment, she leaned against the wall, clutching her braid for comfort with shaking hands.

This wasn't a typical jungle temple. No, no, not by a long shot.

But... somewhere in here, there must be treasure. Nobody would set all these traps if they weren't guarding anything. She straightened up, cheeks flushed, and whispered, "Come on, Ginger. You've got this."

Step by step, she pressed on.

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At last, after what felt like an hour of tense wandering, Ginger stumbled into a wide chamber. Her torchlight fell across vines curling up the walls and moss-covered stone pillars. And in the very center, resting proud atop a platform, sat a massive chest.

Her eyes widened, her breath catching. She hurried closer, climbing the mossy steps two at a time, backpack swaying behind her.

Just above the chest, carved into the stone wall, was a message: "All riches come with a price."

Ginger tilted her head, frowning. "That's... dramatic." She laughed nervously, scratching her cheek. "What kind of price? Diamond tax? A sacrificial goat?"

Her fingers twitched as she reached out to the lid. Her heart thudded so loudly she could almost hear it echo against the chamber walls.

With a slow creeeeak, she lifted the chest lid.

Her eyes sparkled. Inside lay heaps of emeralds, stacked and shimmering in the torchlight. Way more than she needed for the tunic. This was enough to trade for practically anything!

"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!!" she gasped, practically bouncing on her toes. "I'm gonna be so snazzy in pink!"

She grinned ear to ear and reached both hands toward the pile, greedily scooping up as much as she could...

...And then the floor beneath her rumbled. The ground split with a sharp crack, and Ginger's triumphant grin melted into a startled shriek.

From the gaps in the mossy floor, something pale and wriggly began to pour out. At first, it looked like the usual temple pest, silverfish, just a few of them. But then a few became dozens. And then dozens became hundreds, spilling from every crack and corner like water rushing out of a broken dam.

"No, no, no, no, no-!!" Ginger yelped, fumbling for her iron sword. She swung it frantically, slicing through a few of the swarm, but for every one she cut down, five more skittered into the light.

They were everywhere! Tiny legs brushed against her boots, climbed up her leggings, and wriggled across her arms. Ginger's chest tightened. Silverfish weren't usually this bad, but there were too many, and she had a sinking dread that this temple didn't play fair.

She stumbled back against the chest, sword slipping from her sweaty grip. "Ohhohh... I'm gonna get eaten alive by bugs-!!"

The swarm surged up to her, over her braid, curling at her neck. She braced herself for biting pain...

But the first touch made her squeal for an entirely different reason. The silverfish didn't sink their sharp little teeth into her at all. Instead, their tiny mandibles nibbled so softly it was more like a hundred little pinches dancing over her skin. Their little bodies weren't smooth, either... they were fuzzy, like warm, tickly caterpillars.

Ginger's scream broke into bubbly laughter. "EHehehheHE!! WhHWAHahhaT?? HAahHAhahHA noHOhOhO!!!"

The bugs squirmed into her sleeves, wiggling into her shirt, crawling across her ribs, and brushing across her knees. Some even tugged playfully at her braid like a dog with a chew toy, pulling it back and forth, while others nuzzled into her neck. The combination made her collapse to the mossy floor in helpless giggles.

"H-HEHeheHEY!! NohOHoT THehEHeHERe!!! EHHEHEheheEE!!" she squealed, kicking her legs as the fuzzy swarm poured over her. Her cheeks burned pink as more crawled across her belly and sides, their tiny mouths giving the softest, most maddening little nibbles! She tried to roll away, but the silverfish followed, their feather-light bodies brushing under her arms and across her ankles. She squealed again, arching her back and clutching her midsection. "IhIhIHI caHAhahaHAhn't fiHihight youHuHU guHuHuys ihihihf yoUHuHu're- ahHAHahHA!!! T-tIhiHIHICkihIHIlING MehHHEHEHE!!!"

It was clear now: this was the "price" written above the chest. Not blood, nor riches: laughter. The temple wanted her giggles as payment!

And right now, Ginger had no choice but to pay.

Minutes stretched like hours as Ginger laughed herself silly, writhing in the middle of the treasure room. Her iron sword lay abandoned by the chest, forgotten as her laughter bounced off the mossy walls.

Her braid was frizzing from all the tugging, flowers falling loose onto the floor. Her sides ached from giggling, and her face burned as hot as the jungle sun. "OkAhahAHAHAY!! OKahAHHAHAYY!!! YOuhUhU wiHIhIN- YOUHUHU WIHIHIHINNN!!!" she cried.

As if hearing her surrender, the swarm began to ease. The nibbles slowed, the fuzzy little bodies crawling away and disappearing back into the cracks. One by one, the last silverfish left her, until she was sprawled on the cold stone floor, breathing hard and hiccup-giggling.

Her arms flopped at her sides. "Rihihiches... cohohome wihihith aha prihihice..." she muttered, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She let out a loopy laugh. "G-guhehehess the prihihice wahahas... hehehehehe... mehehee geehehhetting t-tihick-tihihickled hahalf to deheheath..." Her face burned at even saying the word 'tickle,' but compared to what she had just been through, she was far beyond saving her pride.

Pushing herself up on shaky legs, she brushed moss and stray flower petals from her tunic. She eyed the chest again and giggled nervously, hugging her arms around herself.

"B-bEhehehetter behe wohohorth ihihit-!"

This time, the chest sat silently, no rumbling and no cracks in the floor. Ginger carefully scooped emeralds into her backpack until it jingled and bulged with green sparkle. She left the room with her chin held high, trying to look triumphant despite the lingering redness in her cheeks.

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Back at the village, the leatherworker looked faintly amused as Ginger slammed six emeralds onto the counter with a little too much gusto. "O-one pink tunic, please-!"

As the tunic was handed over, Ginger couldn't stop her lingering giggles. Villagers gave her strange looks as she walked past in her new outfit, braid messy, flowers missing, but still proud and glowing as pink as her new tunic.

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When she finally collapsed into her bed that night, she remembered something. She sat up, pulled one emerald from her pack, and held it over her blanket. Slowly, with great seriousness, she dropped it onto the bed, then gently made to pick it up again, poking it a little in hopes of agitating the little green gemstone.

She braced herself with a wobbly smile, arms wrapped tightly around her legs, waiting for a swarm of affectionate, fuzzy silverfish.

...Nothing.

She blinked. Then sighed with a little disappointed laugh. "Fihigures. Can't pay double, I guess."

[spawnswitchiraia]

Ticklish toons!!!

(My favorite toons Including Finn and Rodger)

this took me 4 days to draw

I Hope you enjoy :D

(and also on the Finn's picture an head is blowing an rasbperries on his tummy and on Rodger too but with nuzzles understand)

Also Nsfw, Rule 34 , Proshippers, Darkshippers, vore and all fetish go away or I block you

[ilove-swallowingabottlecap111]

please mmore Lee! Ginger. She's too cute

Here's your order anon!

This time in GIF form

[comfortinwonderland]

Omg I can’t get over the idea of that scene in “The Perfect Christmas” but Twisted Bobette just tickles Rudie and Ginger (not Coal though). A ticklish game of Hide and Seek with a tall tickle monster with big claws! X3

“3,2,1 Ready or not, HERE I COME!”

[parappatheyappa]

ginger hcs?? :33 /nf

WE'RE BACK ON TRACK W DS ONE🗣️🗣️

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LER! GINGER

Gentle woman. Somehow gentler than Bobette.

Rlly chill as a ler (she will destroy you)

But sadly, she is also a reindeer chef.

Dictionary definition of reindeer chef: individual who targets a certain reindeer in more than 18 ways of cookery.

^ Source: Bobette (iykyk, they target him a lot plus she taught her the ways™)

Targets Cosmo the most. Because cousins.

^ And her friends too

Likes being a participant in the action (restraining, helping, yk the drill)

Uses compliments more than teases.

Incredibly persistent. She will not give up until you are thoroughly tickled and you receive the dose of tickles that you were destined to receive.

^ It is because of this that you will never escape from her and she will always find you. Run and hide all you can, but she will reach you eventually. There is no escape from her. Now get on the floor and accept your fate.

Has a tendency of using compliments more than teases.

does not use compliments when it is a certain reindeer however. She uses teases instead

she has an evil side that only exists when she is targetting said reindeer.

But back to her nice side, she is so sweet

"Your laugh sounds so cute!" -the type of stuff she does. "Aww, you're so cute when you're moving like that!" Etc etc etc.

and she enjoys when her lee just... ceases to exist bc of it

^ Loves it sm.

Also sometimes she thinks she is decorating a cookie (she likes to do that)

"Here comes the icing!" *She then proceeded to go all over the lee's tummy.*

Not a raspberry user

LEE! GINGER

so cooked like oh my god

every time Bobette calls out like "ohh giiingeeer~" it's GG

this lady is such a lee that words ALONE cannot manage to explain how lee she is

biggest lee to ever lee and be lee

Will hold it in. Jk she will die .05 secs in

but can hold it in sometimes. She'll break eventually though...

shy lee shy shy shy shy lee

like so shy

Used for interrogation tickles. Don't ask questions.

She has a quieter laugh than normal

Like hushed.

worst spot is her sides. Target there and poof she dissapears

she becomes a flushed, flustered, giggly mess once you get her good

^ source: Bobette, Rudie

Compliments get her way more than teases do for some reason

^ There is no explanation for why, they just do.

One tease and she tries to shove you off like any lee would. Compliments, however...

"Your laugh is so cute!" ←DUDE SHE IS GONE💀💀💀

not much of a squirmer, she just sits there and accepts her fate

However she blushes a whole lot.

she is literally so red after that

^ Everyone in the freaking Christmas group calls her cherry colored cookie because of that.

Has to redo her makeup after that

raspberries do as much as merely exist and she is absolutely gone.

~🍪💕~

Falel obver

[bell-phighting]

Hiii!!! May I pls have a fic with cosmo and ginger? Pls they're both such blorbos! 🥺💖

(ok ok I gotcha ^^)

🍪🌼 “Comfort Cookies & Calming Giggles” 🌼🍪 (featuring: Lee!Ginger & Ler!Cosmo — sweet cousins, bad baking, and lots of love!)

Cosmo hummed quietly to himself, carefully decorating a tray of sugar cookies with teeny frosting flowers. He was surrounded by bags of sprinkles and powdered sugar, and the whole kitchen smelled like vanilla and warmth.

Ginger peeked her head around the doorway.

“C-Cosmo?” she whispered, tapping her fingers together.

He turned and lit up instantly. “Ginger! You made it!”

She smiled shyly. “I, um… tried baking again. I brought them but… they kinda look like haunted blobs.” She held up a plate of cookies that were definitely not structurally sound.

Cosmo blinked.

Then grinned. “They look great! Want to decorate some more with me?”

Ginger’s shoulders relaxed and she stepped in, sitting beside him. The two started piping frosting quietly, the peaceful silence only broken by occasional giggles from Goob yelling outside the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Cosmo glanced over and noticed Ginger was still fidgeting.

“You okay?”

“I-I guess. Just nervous I’ll mess them up again.”

Cosmo gave her a gentle smile. “You’re not messing anything up.” Then paused. “…But I will have to get you for calling them haunted blobs.”

Ginger blinked. “W-What—?”

Poke.

“EEP!!” she squeaked, curling in. “C-COSMO—!!”

Cosmo giggled. “Sorry sorry sorry!! I just… you get this tiny scrunchy face when you’re worried and it’s so cute I couldn’t resist!”

“IHIHI AM NOT CUHUHUTE—!!” Ginger tried to shield her sides, but Cosmo lightly scribbled right above her waist, the perfect spot he knew made her squeal.

“You’re like a flustered sugar cookie~” Cosmo cooed playfully, still tickling her side with one hand and fluffing her hair with the other. “Sweet and soft and crumbling from the giggles~”

“STAHAHAHAP—!! M-My tea dress is gonna get icing on it!!”

“Then you’ll be sweet on the inside and out!” he teased, switching spots to gently flutter fingers near her neck.

Ginger was giggling like a whimpering marshmallow, completely pink in the face and hiding her nose in the pillow.

Eventually Cosmo let up, snickering softly and dusting powdered sugar off her sleeve.

“I love you, y’know?” he said sweetly. “Your cookies are perfect, and so are you.”

Ginger sniffled a little laugh. “...Even if they look like melted Sprout faces?”

“Especially if they look like melted Sprout faces.”