A/N: This was so fun to write! It's probably ooc but I haven't written for these goofs in forever and it's good to get back into it. Especially since now I can't find the one i wrote? Idk what happened, but I hope yall can enjoy my odd little fic :)!!
Warnings: Tickles and some swearing. If I need to add something let me know!
Switch: Ranboo, Tommy, & tubbo! Ft. Phil and Jack :)
Word count: 1.3k
Prompt: Road trip antics.
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“Hurry up! We're gonna be late if you don't get in the car!” Phil yelled, climbing into the front seat.
Tommy and Tubbo ran towards the car, both cursing at each other not-so under their breath. “I don't want to sit in the middle, Tommy!”
“And I do? I refuse to be in the middle! All you and Ranboo do is bully me when I'm in the middle!” Tommy refuted, slightly shoving Tubbo over to get ahead in their race.
Tubbo yelped, nearly falling over into the driveway before scowling at his friend. “Fine. Ranboo you're in the middle!”
Ranboo shook their head. “Why am I in the middle? Can't you two just sort out whatever issue you have?”
“Nope. Physically impossible, Boo!” Tommy yelled, clamoring into the driver's side.
“Wow, physically. Big word for you, Tom, considering how childish you're acting.” Tubbo teased, opening the passenger side door and letting Ranboo sit in the middle before sitting down himself.
Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, spoke up, “Why does it matter who sits in the middle? You're all gonna end up arguing anyway.”
Tommy crossed his arms. “It's not about arguing. It's the fact that everytime I'm in the middle, they gang up on me to bully me the entire car ride!”
“Oh no! They tickle you during a car ride! The world is gonna end!” Jack mocked him. Ranboo and Tubbo snickered. Ranboo wiggled their fingers at the younger one just to be mean. Tommy flinched and hugged his middle on instinct.
“Stoooop! See Jack! They're big bullies!” He yelped, pushing himself into the car door.
Phil laughed at the situation as he pulled out of the driveway. Tommy pouted and faced the window, all the while muttering lighthearted insults towards everyone.
Tubbo rolled his eyes and checked his phone, snickering since the first thing he saw when he opened tiktok was a clip of James tickling Tommy. He always got stuff like that and it usually had a caption of “he's so adorable!” Or “he has the cutest giggles!” Deciding to live up to his ‘bully’ status, he showed the clip to Ranboo.
“Aw Tommy! When did this happen? I don't remember this clip.” They teased.
Tubbo chuckled, reaching across Ranboo to poke his side. Tommy yelped and shoved Ranboo into Tubbo. The former gasped in mock offense, turning their face to look at the younger.
“What did I do to deserve that? I just sat here and asked a genuine question!”
“It was not a genuine question! It was you trying to tease me.” He frowned. “What if I started to tease you, Ran? Or, even better, what if i-”
“Can you shut up? Phil and I were having a pleasant conversation,” -came the interjection from the one and only Jack.
“We were?”
“Shh.”
“Yeah, whatever, hawkmoth,” Tommy said, rolling his eyes.
“Excuse me?”
“What? I didn't say anything.”
“Little shit,” Jack finished, going back to his ‘pleasant conversation’.
Tom smirked, an idea forming in his head. Without thinking much of the consequences, he reached an arm over the center console and scribbled into the bald man's side. Earning a very shrill screech, Tommy pulled his arm back to himself, satisfied with his actions.
Jack turned to loom at the three younger people in the back to the best of his ability. “Now which of you assholes thought it was smart to do that?”
Tubbo quickly pointed at Tommy as Ranboo gazed over the asshole in question.
“Traitors!” Tommy squeaked, flipping them off.
“Ranboo?” Jack said.
“Jack?” They repeated.
“Make him regret that please.”
They nodded, glancing over at the blonde to see if he heard what Jack said. He did not.
Eventually Tommy, the loveable asshole, decided it was a great idea to drape his legs across his friends once they stopped at a gas station. Both exchanged a silent conversation of apparent dislike all while Tommy smirked at them.
“Comfortable, Tommy?” Ranboo asked, a tint over teasing in their voice.
“Very,” he snarkily replied, choosing to ignore the lingering threat in Ranboos' eyes. He then started rapidly squeezing at the olders sides and lower thighs.
They clamped their mouth and eyes shut and started squirming immediately. Tubbo, who didn't realize what was going on yet, poked their cheek out of confusion. “Are you okay, boo?”
Ranboo groaned in response, trying their hardest not to laugh. It was only then that Tubbo realized and joined in on the fun. He pinched their knee and poked at their ribs. They covered their face with one hand while grappling at their friends' wrists with the other.
“Ah ah ah! Don't cover your face! I wanna see your smiiillleee~!” Tommy teased, switching from squeezing to spidering their sides and prodding their thighs.
“N-noho! Tohom ple-plehease!” They were losing their composure by the second.
Tommy grinned, latching onto their hip to pinch and prod to day's end.
“NO! Tohohomy! Tuhuboho! Pleheahase!”
“Hmm. I can't understand what you want bud. You'll have to be more clear,” the smaller started, feigning sincerity in his voice.
“Yeah I agree! WAIT NO!” Tommy tried. His tough guy act ceased when Ranboo blindly placed a hand on Tommy's knee, then he gently squeezed it, earning a lot of yelling. “GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF! No! Fuhuck! Rahahan!
“Tuhuboho, wihill you help mehe?” The taller asked, managing to pry his hands off their ribs.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he faked annoyance, yet he couldn't help the fond smile forming on his face.
Tubbo raised an eyebrow. “Now, last I checked, you are the one on top of me. So the real sentence you're looking to hear is ‘get away from me’, Tom.”
“Tuhuboho noho! Ihill gehet ohoff! SPAHARe mehe!”
Ranboo nodded. “Okay, I'll spare you of Tubbo.”
He tilted his head. “What? I thought I was helping you?”
Ranboo clawed at his stomach and he choked on a laugh. “You were, but you did tickle me first. Turnabout is fair play, Tubbo.”
“Noho! Nohot fahair!” Tubbo fought against his seat belt as he squirmed and tossed, trying to escape the sensations shocking through his body.
“Yes, fair! You started it, now you get to deal with it!”
“Noho!”
“Rahan pleheahase!”
“Please what? I don't understand you, Tom,” they mocked, moving their hand from his thigh to his sides. Tommy all but squealed, attempting to cover his side with his arms as he shoved further into the car door. He was entirely reliant on the door when it suddenly opened. Tommy - which he will never admit to his dying day - screamed before he was caught by a familiar person.
“Hi Phil.” Ranboo said, picking up on their tickling on Tommy's stomach.
“Phil chuckled, “Hello. What happened that both of them are in this situation?” He quickly adjusted how he was holding the blonde, switching to holding just above his underarms. Which, unfortunately (fortunately) for Tommy, kept his arms trapped out by his head.
“NOHO! Rahan pleheahase! Ihi cahant-” Tommy squeaked. Tubbo just rested his head on ranboos shoulder, hugging their arm and quietly giggling into it as they tickled his stomach.
Ranboo shook their head, “Should've thought about your own ticklishness when deciding to tickle me, hm tom?”
“Shuhut uhup!”
“Hm. No, I'm good. Thanks for the offer, though!”
That's when Jack made his presence known by squeezing Phil's sides. Phil slightly jumped forward, careful not to drop Tommy.
“Okay we should get on the road again. Knock off your antics or when we get to the hotel I'll make you all regret it, okay?” Phil threatened.
“Yessir!” Ranboo yelped, immediately ceasing their attacks and pulling Tom back into the car.
Of course, they all kept up their antics the entire way to the hotel. And yes, Phil did make them regret it with the help of Jack, who also got served some revenge by Phil for talking his ear off the whole drive. And Phil did get his own tickly punishment for punishing them. But that's just a normal road trip for that group!
a/n: It's been a hot sec since I've looked up beeduo images LMAOO That being said, I started this fic in 2022 ish which is CRAZY to see how long i've put this off LMAOO! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the fic, I put a lot of work into it <3
Summary: When Ranboo came to the UK Tubbo was ready to give his friend a warm welcome with what they have discussed over discord so many times :) (not a 150+ follower sentance starter)
Lees: Ranboo (He/They) and Tubbo (He/Him)
Lers: Ranboo and Tubbo
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Slight swearting, sfw tickles
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“If you hug me when we get to the airport, I will kick you in your testicles.” Tubbo says, getting some iron from the cave he put his Minecraft character into.
“Please don’t.” Ranboo replied, holding back a laugh while also mining, but in a different cave.
“I would- I would have to kick so high.”
“You make me seem a lot taller to you than I am irl, like, you would only come… like… Just below my shoulder.”
“So I’m- I’m like armrest height?” Tubbo bit his lip to stop from laughing.
“Yeah, when I get to England, the only physical affection you’re getting from me is me using you as my armrest.”
The bee lover smirked a bit, but not noticeable for chat to see clearly. He then switched tabs to his and Ranboo’s Discord DM’s, and sent them a message. Ranboo stopped his game at the sudden notification. He switched tabs, and looked at the message;
You do that, and I’ll tickle you >:)
The half enderman thanked god that they had their face cam for they blushed a shade of light red. The only way Tubbo could tell it got to his best friend, is the shaky breath he does when he’s flustered.
“Ranboo?” Tubbo asked, still smirking, “You good there?”
“Yes! Yes, I-I am a-okay!” The faceless streamer said quickly. That confirmed to Tubbo that they were flustered.
A few weeks later, Tubbo was bouncing up and down in his seat as his sister drove him to the airport. He was finally gonna see his best friend after only seeing him on Discord and Facetime.
He found his platonic husband coming out of the gate, their luggage being lugged behind them as they looked for the brunette, and Tubbo immediately pounced. He jumped up high enough to land on Ranboo’s back, wrapping his legs around the taller’s waist and locking his arms around his neck, but not tight enough to choke him. Ranboo stumbled back a little with a small squeak, only their friend on their back could hear.
“Tubbo?” Ranboo panicked, but smiled as his friend giggled.
“No! This is… This is Robert!” Tubbo wore a stupid smile on his face, but it was covered by his surgical mask he was required to wear, “Give me all your money right now or… or I shoot!” The bee boy made a finger gun and rested the “point” on Ranboo’s head.
“What? No! Not Robert!” Ranboo smiled behind his grey mask. They suddenly swirled a single finger under Tubby's knee, earning a small squeak from the other, “Give me back Tubbo!”
“AH! Ohokay! It’s me! Tuhubbo!” He giggled quietly, as Ranboo stopped his finger, not wanting to embarrass his friend (too much). Tubbo got off his friend’s back so they could hug properly.
“What’s this Mr. “if you hug me in the airport, I’ll kick your testicles”?” Ranboo teased.
“Shut up.”
“Now you’re the one who hugged me!”
“It’s not too late to kick your balls.”
“What balls are we talking about? Volleyball? Soccer?”
“Shut up!”
“Or I’m sorry, football,” they had said the last word with a slight British accent.
The smaller looked up at his friend, “I do not talk like that!”
“I only kid, you know?” Ranboo’s smile got impossibly bigger at his friend’s sigh, which sounded a little like a whine.
“I’m just happy to see you!” Tubbo said, shoving him away, “Is that so bad?”
“No! It’s not bad at all” Ranboo grabbed their suitcase as Tubbo insisted on taking the other one. Once they got through the airport doors, Ranboo met Tubby's sisters in real life for the first time as they drove back to their house. There was some awkward small talk in the car, but when they got to their destination, the Tubbo family was thrilled to see the American, and he fit right in.
“Well, we’ll let you two have a bit of privacy,” Tubbo's mother said, putting on her coat.
“Thanks mom!” Tubbo said, kissing her cheek. They waved goodbye and closed the door. As soon as they were alone, Ranboo took off their mask and glasses and sighed. Tubbo admired Ranboo’s face. Their grey-ish green eyes, and his happy smile.
“So,” Tubbo sighed, trying to break the small, comfortable silence, “what do you wanna do?”
“I’m not too sure,” Ranboo replied, noticing their best friend staring at him and smiled shyly, “Well, we have our stream we have to film.”
The two walked into their bedroom, Ranboo putting a blanket over the pull-out bed, “Right...” Tubbo had forgotten all about the stream they had promised their fans, “Do we have to do that?”
“Tubbo...”
“What? We can do it tomorrow!”
“But we promised-”
“We can even do it near this time, so it’s more believable! Please?”
Ranboo sighed. They knew they wouldn’t win this augment. “Fine,” he said. They didn’t have time to regret the word that came out of their mouth because of Tobey's happy smile. They could practically see his tail wagging behind him. “Thanks, boo!” the brunette exclaimed, giving the blond a side hug.
“No problem, bee” feeling a bit teasy, Ranboo put their elbow on the bee lover’s head. They laughed at the pout his friend wore. He even re-adjusted himself to almost fully lean on the older.
“Y’know, this armrest is really comfortable,” they said, trying not to laugh at Tubbo’s annoyed expression, “Maybe I should use it oft-EN!”
They squealed at the sudden poke to their armpit, and clamped his elbow to his side immediately.
Tubbo smirked. “How long has it been… what… around three months since we’ve told each other?”
“Tobey…”
“And for those three months, you have been texting me teasy messages, saying things on call-”
“Tubbo- Tobey please!”
“Even on stream once-!”
“You could have just hung up if you didn’t like it!” Ranboo smiled, he knew what he had done, they read too many fanfics for them to be oblivious. So many of them predicted Tubbo would take the provoking bait and give Ranboo what he wanted.
“Why you little-” In an instant, Ranboo was on the ground and Tubbo was straddling their waist, “You see, now I can see your smile riiight here, up close and personal!” The brunette gently spidered his fingers across the other’s belly, enjoying the loud squeal it produced.
“T-Tuhuhubbo!” They giggled, but made no movement in protest. He clenched his fists near his chest.
“That’s my name, boss man!” Tubbo giggled, “You are so giggly! Wow! I was expecting some sort of hold back, little lee~!”
“I-Ihi’m nohohohot little! Ohohor a leehehehehehe! NAHahaha! Gehehet ohout of thehehere! Tuhubboho!” Ranboo squealed as Tubbo dipped a finger into their belly button.
“Oh my god! Look at this!” Tubbo gasped dramatically, “I found the Ranboo giggle button! All you have to do is press it, and they giggle!” He further proved his point by gently squishing the area around Ranboo’s belly button, making them squeal and giggle louder.
“W-Wihihihihill yohohohou behehe quihiet- NAHAHA!” Ranboo’s laughter went louder as Tubbo blew a raspberry on the middle of their stomach, followed by smaller ones around it right after, “I’m soHOHORry! I’m sohorry! I’m- NAHAHAHO!”
The boy blew another big raspberry near his lower stomach before looking up at his friend for any signs of discomfort. When he was met with only a bright smile and happy giggles, he continued his attack.
Tubbo squeezed their side, making Ranboo jolt from one side to the other. The bee boy smirked and squeezed his other side.
“Tohobey! No-HO!” Ranboo whined, grabbing Tubbo's wrists, but making no effort to push him away whatsoever. “Stoohoop!”
“Genuinely?” When he got no answer, he continued to quickly squeeze Ranboo’s sides, enjoying the constant squeals and squeaks his friend produced.
Ranboo was having just as much fun as Tubbo was. He threw his head back and laughed to his heart's content. Until, however, they got used to the sensations on their sides after a bit of time, but still pretended like they tickled badly and continued to giggle. Tubbo was so focused on making the American giggle and squeal, that he didn’t realize Ranboo’s hand came out of their fist, until he felt a familiar ticklish feeling on his ribs.
He pulled his hands back with a quiet squeak, but Ranboo heard it perfectly clear.
Ranboo continued to squeeze Tubbo's ribs, their smile so wide it was practically splitting their face. “Rahahahan! Wahahait! Thahahat’s nohohot fahahair!” Tubbo giggled, trying to push Ran’s hands off him.
“How is it not fair if you love it?” Ranboo questioned. They eventually got Their strength back from the tickle attack and pushed Tubbo to the ground and sitting on the smaller boy’s shins. “I remember you telling me this was one of your spots. Better check it out!”
“Wait, wha- AH! WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT!” Tubbo squealed out when he felt Ranboo squeeze the tops of his knees, “WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO!”
“No? Ok, I guess I could just get off-” Ranboo said as he halted his attack and started to get off Tubbo.
“Wait!” Tubbo said, grabbing Ranboo’s wrist. Ranboo raised his brow at Tubbo, knowing how mean they are.
“What? You told me no and sounded like you wanted me to get off so I got off, now you're looking at me with your sad puppy eyes –don’t think that I don't see them– when I listen?” The faceless streamer chuckled, “Make up your mind, Toby!”
“FINE! Ok, can you… please?” Tubbo asked, covering his face.
Knowing and appreciating how hard Tubbo was trying to ask, Ranboo smiled. “Ok!” was all the dirty-blond said before doing the exploding-spider trick on his friend's knees.
Tubbo screamed. He wasn’t expecting that to tickle so much!
“AH! AHAHAHA! WHYHEHEHE DOHOSE THAT TIHIHICKLE SO BAHAHAHAHAD?!” Tubby's face was bright red as he shook his head back and forth as a way to deal with the sensations around his knees.
“Wow, Tubs, I think you’re more ticklish than me!” Ranboo laughed, moving their hands below Tubbo's knees to test the sensitivity, “tickle, tickle, tickle~!”
“AHH! WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES MOHOHOHOHRE!” the brunette shrieked and squealed with laughter, the hands around his mouth barely hiding his hysterics, “GOHOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHEHEHELSE!! PLEHEHEHEAHASE!”
Ranboo heard the desperation in the shorter’s voice and immediately went to Tubbo's sides, not wanting to completely stop yet.
Tubbo giggled happily and took in grateful breaths. He can’t remember last time he had this much fun, other than with Tommy, of course. It’s always a fun adventure with that kid.
Tubbo let his hands fall from his face to weakly grab onto Ranboo’s wrists. Ranboo even let out a giggle at how small the brunette’s hands were in comparison to their overly large ones. “Y-Yohour hahands are tiny!”
“Ehexcuse mehehe?” Tubbo giggled, grabbing onto Ranboo’s wrist tighter and flipping it over, “mine aren’t small, yours are just fucking giant!” Tubbo then ran his blunt nails along his friend’s palm.
Ranboo giggled and pulled their hand away, but Tub’s grip was too strong. “Tuhuhubbo- *snort* Tuhuhubbo nohoho!”
“WAS THAT A SNORT?!” Tubbo yelled, sitting up while Ranboo was still in his lap, “Aww, you snort when your hand is tickled?” Ranboo proved his point further by snorting again when Tubbo moved to their wrist. “Oh, it’s your whole arm, isn’t it?”
Tubbo was thrilled with his discovery. Just another cute trait about his taller friend. “By your lack of response, I’m going to assume that’s a yes.” Toby smiled, “You know, I’m starting to think that the taller you are, the more ticklish you are!” (a/n: ok, I just flustered myself by saying that asdkwehfk)
The brunette’s smile grew wider as he saw how effective his statement was. Ranboo’s face immediately grew redder, they had to use their free hand to cover their cheeks to save at least a little embarrassment. “Whahahat mahahahakes yohohou- *snort* think thahahat?” Ranboo would have loved to say that they hated how teasy Tubbo was being with him, however, both of them knew that was a lie.
“Cause, there’s more of you to tickle, duh!” Tubbo said as he reached up to Ranboo’s neck. The dirty blond snorted again before a shriek left their mouth.
“AH! TOHOHOBY! WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! OHOHO GOHOHOD!” Ranboo scrunched his head to the side Tubbo was tickling, while leaning back, trying to escape the intense sensations on his neck.
They ended up leaning a little bit too far back, and ended up falling backwards. Big mistake. Tubbo smiled and sat on Ranboo’s hips. He then immediately resumed tickling the sides of their neck. The poor dirty-blond was cackling, throwing his head around. Even when they tried to cover their neck with their hands, Tubbo just moved to their ears, which in Ranboo’s most humble opinion, was so much worse.
“TUHUHUBO! WAHAHAHA!” The taller streamer had his eyes scrunched so much that they were practically shut. Their cheeks were so red, embarrassed that he was laughing so much at such a small place, “NOHOHOHOHO!”
“What’s wrong, Ran? You stuck?” Growing kinda concerned at the redness of his friend’s face, Tubbo moved down to their sides, mindlessly tracing stars and hearts on their waist. “You’re lucky I don’t wanna kill you right now, or else I would have gone for longer-”
“Whahat, yohohou a puhuhssy or sohomething?” Ranboo smirked up at Tubbo before he sat up, grabbing the smaller streamer’s wrist and stretching it into the air. They then drilled into their friend’s armpits, twisting their thumb in circles just to drive Tubbo up the wall.
“AH! AHAHAHAHAHA! Rahahaha- AHAHAH STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOTTHERENOTTHEHEHEHERE!” Tubbo shook his head and slammed his free arm against his side, the other one twisting and turning in his friend’s tight grip.
“Admit it! I won~! Also, that you’re a lee!” Ranboo was having fun being on the giving end. Victory was so close he could taste it. When Tubbo didn’t give up, they let go of his hand and started vibrating a clawed hand onto his stomach.
Tubbo screamed as his two worst spots were tickled. “RAHAHAHAHAHAN! WAHAHAHAIT HAHAHANG OHOHON! NOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” He yelled. In panic, he reached his hand out and grabbed onto the first tickle spot he could grab. It happened to be Ranboo’s hip.
Well, there went their chance of winning.
His hands shot to the smaller streamer’s wrist, all of their strength being zapped away within 5 seconds. They fell back, Tubbo looming over them as he giggled away.
“Aww, Ran! I think you’re a little mistaken!” The brunette boy smirked, “You’re the lee here. You’re so tickle- tickle- ticklish! I’m barely even touching you, and you're here, giggling away like a tiny, wittle baby! How adorable! What’s wrong Ran? Are the ticklish and funny sensations too much for you? Aww, poor wittle wanboo, too ticklish to even respond!”
“AHHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! OHOKAY! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHI’LL- AHAHAH!” Ranboo shook his head back and forth, “SEHEHEHERIOUSLY!”
Finally, Tubbo stopped squeezing his American friend’s hips, smiling at how the streamer was still giggling when he went over to the kitchen to grab himself and his friend a glass of water. “Wow, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Fuhuck ohoff, Tobey,” Ranboo glared and took the water.
“Gasp! Ranboo! Such foul language!”
“Oho I know you’re nohot talking right now!” The American winced as Tubbo nudged their hand that was holding the drink, causing it to spill on the teen’s hoodie.
“Well go on then,” Tubbo smiled, “Admit that you’re the lee!”
“No!”
“What, do you want round two~?” Tubbo set his glass on his desk, wiggling his fingers at the dirty-blond on the floor.
Ranboo’s eyes widened at the threat, “NO! Fihine, I’m… a lee.”
Deciding to be nice tonight, Tubbo smiled and sat in his gaming chair, “Awww! Only the cutest wittle lee I’ve ever seen!”
“I swear to god, Tobey, say “wittle” one more time, and I’ll tickle you until you cry.”
“Fine! Fine!” Tubbo surrendered, knowing that wasn’t an empty threat, “how about this, we stream tomorrow. You’re probably jet-lagged and-”
“I don’t get jet-lagged tubs. We’ve been over this.”
“Sure, that’s why you look like you’re going to pass out.” Tubbo smirked again as he helped Ranboo up, the pair walking into the living room.
“That’s because you- … y’know...”
“Tickled you?” Tobey smiled even wider as he put the two glasses in the sink, “Wow, such a lee you can’t even say it?”
“I- shut up!” Ranboo covered their slowly growing red face as they sat on the couch, Tubbo following after.
“Anyways, as I was saying, why don’t we just watch the office?”
Ranboo’s eyes lit up. The fact that his best friend wanted to watch his favourite show made him feel good. “I… That would be very nice, actually.”Tubbo smiled as he played the TV show, watching as Ranboo’s eyes lit up. The boy sighed. Wow, he thought, this is about to be the best 4 months of my life.
This was a common occurrence. Much more common than you might think, really.
It seems like ever since Ranboo and Tommy found out about a certain “weakness” that they both shared, they abused that knowledge at every chance they got.
The weakness in question? They are both really ticklish. Like, insanely, if you will. And they both enjoy being tickled. What, its fun!
And this was one of those moments where they abused their knowledge of each other’s weakness.
“I’ll kihill yohOHOHOU! TOHOM!” Ranboo and Tommy were both on the floor, rolling around, tickling each other and just fighting for the upper hand. Ranboo was losing this “fight.”
“Oh really? You’ll kill me? How do you expect to kill me when you’re on the floor laughing and screaming? Huh, Ranboo?” Tommy grinned mischievously as he drilled his thumbs to Ranboo’s hips, using the rest of his fingers to scritch at the spot right above their hipbone.
“SHIHIT, TOHOHOMMY! NOHOHO!” Ranboo thrashed, bucking their hips and kicking their legs against the floor. They reached their flailing arms ahead of them, latching onto whatever part of Tommy they could and squeezing—Which happened to be his sides.
“AAAHH! Not my sohoft spot, man!” Tommy collapsed, falling over and pushing Ranboo’s hand away. This was their chance!
Ranboo quickly got up despite still giggling from only just then being tickled. They spidered their fingers on Tommy’s stomach with one hand, the other squeezing and pinching his hips and his sides.
“Yeah, take this, Tom! How do you like it!? Huh? Huh!?” Ranboo smirked, their tone nothing but playful. Their smirk turned into a wide grin as Tommy shrieked and squirmed below them.
“FUHUHUCK! Get OHOHOFF ME! RANBOHOO!” Tommy pushed at Ranboo’s hands, grabbing and holding onto his wrists. Ranboo chuckled, as this didn’t do anything to stop them. They brought their hands up, scribbling on Tommy’s underarms, which caused Tommy to press his arms against himself as he squirmed around. Ranboo just vibrated their fingers instead, it was like Tommy couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried.
“Tommy~ You can’t stop me!” Ranboo giggled, bringing their hands away for a second to crack their knuckles.
A mistake, on their end, because Tommy immediately started to squeeze their sides and get them off. Tommy laughed as they squealed and fell to the ground. Ranboo giggled rather loudly, a few snorts peppering in every few seconds. It was adorable. Downright fuckin’ adorable.
“Aww, Ranboo! Did you just snort!?” Tommy cooed at the boy below him. “That was adorable, do it again!”
Tommy squeezed Ranboo’s sides a few more times until they snorted again. He laughed, not to make fun of them or tease them, but he just found it So. Damn. Adorable.
“Tommy, quihihit ihit!” Ranboo held onto Tommy’s wrists weakly, but they didn’t do much to actually push him away. Tommy noticed this. (Of course he did, why wouldn’t he? Menace.)
“You know, I don’t think you want me to. So I think I will- hEY! RANBOO COME ON!” Tommy got cut off by himself, yelping as Ranboo started to poke and prod at his stomach. How is that fair!?
“You really thought I’d let you win!? Hell no! Come here!” Ranboo swiftly flipped both them and Tommy around, so now they had Tommy pinned. Tommy started giggling nervously, keeping a tight hold on Ranboo’s wrists in an attempt to push them away. It didn’t work.
Ranboo latched their hands onto Tommy’s hips, squeezing and pinching at the spot. They’d even drill their thumbs into the spot above Tommy’s hip bones, causing him to shriek rather loudly.
“RAHAHANBOO! This isn’t FAHAHAIR! NOHO!” Tommy seemed to repeat himself; all he would say is that it wasn’t fair. He kept calling out “Ranboo!” and “No!” And of course, the occasional “PLEASE!”
“What’s going on in here?” The sudden voice from the doorway had caught both Ranboo and Tommy off guard entirely, it scared them both. Ranboo stopped tickling Tommy, and the two of them both looked up towards the voice. It was Tubbo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“NOTHING! Nothing is going on- Ranboo get off!” Tommy whispered the last bit of his sentence in a panic, and Ranboo did comply. But they weren’t gonna say nothing was happening.
“I was simply just teaching Tommy not to start a fight he can’t win.” Ranboo smirked, eyeing Tommy. They chuckled at the glare they received from Tommy for that comment.
“Oh? So Tommy started this. Can’t say I’m surprised, honestly.” Tubbo smiled as he walked over to his friends.
“I did not! Ranboo started it entirely! Don’t lie, Ranboo!” Tommy protested, but Tubbo didn’t believe him. In fairness, he was in-fact lying. Tommy started it.
“Wh- No I didn’t!?” Ranboo and Tommy started going back and forth, arguing about who started it. This lasted for about two minutes until Tubbo put a stop to it.
“Alright, shut up!” Tubbo shouted over the duo’s yelling, and they immediately shut up. He had a smirk on his face as he spoke, he was really amused at his friends’ antics “Tommy I know you started it, on the contrary of what you think I’m not an idiot.”
“You are an idiot!” Tommy retorted, standing up on his toes to make himself appear taller than he already is. Tubbo simply pushed him back down to be flat on his feet, though it really didn’t make much of a dent in their height difference.
“Don’t test me, Tommy.” Tubbo threatened, slowly raising up his hand with wiggling fingers. Tommy quickly sat back down silently.
Ranboo only giggled at the interaction, covering their mouth with their hand as they faced the ground in an attempt to shut up.
“Oh you think that’s funny? I’ll show you something funny, bitch!” Tommy lunged at Ranboo, quickly pinning them down and latching his hands onto their hips. He scribbled, squeezed, drilled, and pinched their hips mercilessly. It didn’t help too much that Tubbo decided to join in by holding their legs up slightly to spider his fingers over the back of their knees.
Ranboo was left a giggly, blushy mess, and yet they loved it. Not that they’d ever admit it, though..
Summary: Ranboo wakes up in a cabin with little to no memories. While he finds a way to escape, he meets a mysterious man. He decides to play the man’s game to try and win his freedom.
Word Count: 2914
TW: Swearing?? I guess
Authors Note: I spedran this fic in three days so it may be crappy but that’s probably fine!! This is basically repiping of Genloss but I sped some things up and changed some things. If this gets enough traction and people like it, it’ll be a 5 or 6 part series.
Shout out to @w1ntrr for the idea and peer review!! And @g1gglee-rxccoon, @delicatetreemagazine and @sillygolddude for peer reviewing as well because I forced y’all to <33
⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️
What is this place?
Ranboo awoke in someplace different than his bed. His whole body was sore, and he felt dizzy. He sat up, going to cover his mouth to yawn, but he noticed a big metal mask over his face. He panicked, desperately trying to pull it off with brute force. No matter how hard he yanked and tugged on the mask, it wouldn’t budge.
The place he was in felt familiar, although he couldn’t remember why. Come to think of it; he couldn’t remember much of anything. His mind felt blank… numb, even. Ranboo slowly and steadily got off the couch, deciding to take a better look at the place. It seemed to be some sort of cabin, maybe a house. All he had to work with was a TV, three doors, a bookshelf, and some… strange-looking decor. One door was locked with chains, the other by three keys. But the last door, which seemed like the front door, didn’t seem to have anything preventing his entry. So, even though it seemed futile, he opened it.
Ranboo was met with a complete change of scenery; He was suddenly at a beach. There was nothing but sand for miles, and the cabin behind him seemed to have disappeared. He picks up a handful of sand, inspecting it to see if it’s real.
“Yep. That’s sand,” Ranboo confirms before shoving the sand into his pocket. He walks back through the door, re-entering the cabin he started in. Since the front door led to nowhere, and there was no way he was opening the chained door, the door that required three keys was his answer. He noticed each lock was color-coded and assumed they all had a corresponding key.
“Guess I better find these keys, huh?” Ranboo said to himself. He spent the next 10 minutes searching each nook and cranny of the place, collecting keys until he had them all. Once he had them, he felt really pleased with himself.
“Finally, I’ve got all the—“ Ranboo’s celebration was cut short by a loud thud. He turns around to see the door he was trying so hard to open busted down with ease. A cloud of smoke flooded out the room, a demon appearing out of nowhere.
“BOO, BITCH!” The demon announces, stepping out of the mist. “Seen you’ve found my cabin!” His arrival was met with loud disembodied clapping and cheering.
Ranboo jumped at the sudden arrival, putting a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. He turns to the man, getting a better look at him. He was wearing a black suit and tie covered in a bunch of green slime. He also had green, slimy horns and brown hair. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t human.
“The name’s Slimecicle!” The Slime demon holds out a hand for the other to shake.
“I’m Ranboo...” Ranboo glances down at Slimecicle’s hand, noticing how it’s dripping with green slime and goo. “I don’t think I wanna shake your hand.”
Slimecicle’s face formed a frown. “Why not? Is it because I’m covered in slime? What’re you, slimeist? You- you gooist or somethin’?”
“What? What does that even— look like, man. I’m just trying to get out of here.” Ranboo sighed, looking around the dingy room he was in. “I just wanna go home.”
“Oh. So ya want your freedom, eh?” Slimecicle said with a mischievous grin. He was obviously up to no good. “I think I could get you outta here. Under one condition, of course. I wanna play a game with you.”
“A game?” Ranboo questioned. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that. He would do anything to win his freedom, and a game didn’t seem that hard to beat. But, there’s gotta be a catch. Slimecicle doesn’t seem trustworthy. “What kind of game? Are you going to cover me in slime or something?”
“Nah, I’m not gonna goop ya yet. Rude assumption, by the way. I wanna play trivia with you.” Slimecicle says with a shrug.
“Simple.. normal trivia?” Ranboo said, looking hopeful. The Slime Demon cackled mockingly. “Ohhh, Ranboo,” Slimecicle began. “For the few minutes you’ve known me, you don’t know me at all. Of course, this isn’t gonna be normal trivia!”
“Ohhh, of course, it isn’t.”
“It’s tickle trivia,” Slimecicle says like it’s the most normal thing ever.
“Excuse me?” Ranboo was hoping he had misheard the demon. He couldn’t have possibly said-
“Tickle trivia.”
“What.”
“You know, I ask you the questions, you may get tickled—“
“Ok, yeah, I’m clear on that part. But why? Why do I have to do this? How did you say that so.. so nonchalantly?”
“Well, the people I work for said I ‘couldn’t hurt you.’” Slimecicle says, rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. “Stupid rule, right?”
Ranboo shook his head. “That is the opposite of a stupid rule! I’d rather not die! But was tickling really the best alternative?”
“You seem scared, frightened even. I know I’m a scary dude, but it’s just trivia.”
“It’s not just trivia, and you know it! Who says I want to be... you know?”
“Who says you have a choice? Would you rather be gooped? Huh? Wanna be slimed? Play the trivia, Ranboo.”
He groaned. “I hate this place.”
“Don’t worry, Ranboo; you’re gonna be fine! The trivia is all about you and general knowledge! All you gotta do is remember! It’s not like you’re having trouble with your memories right now.”
The masked man stared at Slimecicle with a blank expression. Only half of his face could be seen, but his eyes said it all.
“I’m going to take your passive-aggressive silence as a sign to begin our game! Come on, guy. Step into this room.”
Ranboo reluctantly sighed and followed the slime man into the next room.
The room Ranboo stepped into immediately left him in awe. It was an entire gameshow set, with a contestant podium, an announcer podium, and a giant wheel in the center. The room had a bunch of lights and cameras; it even had a live audience of.. two people. Well, at least they looked like people.
Slimecicle was standing at the announcer's podium, holding a comically small microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking into it with a New York-style announcer voice.
“Wellllcome ghouls and gals, to Trivia!! I’m your host, Slimecicle the Slime Demon, and today we’re here with a new contestant, Ranboo. Our game is simple! He answers the questions, and we may or may not kill him. Well, we can’t ‘kill’ him, but if he somehow dies, that’s not my problem. We all know what happened to our last contestant. Poor Frank didn’t stand a chance.”
“Who the hell is Frank?”
“UNIMPORTANT! I think it’s time to start our game!! The rules are easy! Our game runs until I feel like stopping. I’ll ask Ranboo a question, and if he gets it wrong, nothing happens! But if he gets it wrong, I’ll tickle him for however long the wheel says! You ready, Ranboo?”
Ranboo whines at the idea of the game. “No.”
“GREAT! First question! HOW MANY… pickles are in this jar?” Slimecicle slams a jar of pickles down in front of Ranboo. The outside was covered in a bunch of slime.
Ranboo looks down at the pickle jar and squints at it. “Uhm… it says ‘Twelve Pickle Delights’ on the front of the jar.”
Slimecicle looks down at the jar, forgetting that there is a label. He just decides to slowly turn the jar around until the title isn’t visible. “Nuh uh, no, it doesn’t— uhm. Pickle number, what is it?”
“…twelve.”
“Fine. I’ll give that to you. One point for you.” A random loud correct buzzer rings through the room. Getting the question right raised Ranboo’s self-confidence immensely. This was going to be a walk in the park.
“Question number two.” Slimecicle started, adjusting his suit and tie. “What is.. your middle name?”
Ranboo chuckled quietly. ‘Seriously?’ He thought. That was such a simple question. Everyone knew their middle name; this would score him an easy point.
“Simple! It’s uhmmm. Uh.. huh.” Ranboo couldn’t remember. Every time he tried to bring it up, his mind went blank. “It’s on the top of my head; just give me a second.”
Slimecicle grinned smugly. “What? Don’t you know your own middle name? Talk about a sticky situation, folks.” A loud cackle from his ghouls sounded through the room. “Heh, good crowd. You’ve got three seconds to answer, Ranboo.”
“Uh, I don’t know??” Ranboo panicked, looking around the room for some idea or hint of his middle name. “Screw it, Finklebottom??”
“Ooohh, Ranboo, that is.. not right. Like, not at all right.” He sighs, looking at the other in mock disappointment. A loud incorrect buzzer sound played. “Unfortunate. For you, at least.”
“Well- what was the right answer?!” Ranboo shrugged. This was totally unfair.
“You’ll remember soon enough, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t that. My ghouls, bring him here!” Before Ranboo could protest, two “ghouls” appeared on either side of him, grabbing his arms. He yelps as the two ghouls present him to Slimecicle, ensuring Ranboo doesn’t slither away.
“Alright, Boo Boy,” The demon hissed. “You already know what’s gonna happen. Let’s spin the wheel to see how long you’re gonna get tickled for.”
Slimecicle reaches down to the wheel below him, giving it a strong spin. He and Ranboo looked to the wheel, although Slimecicle was beaming with excitement while Ranboo’s stomach filled with dread. They watch as the wheel spins around and around until… it lands.
“Damn,” Slimecicle groaned. “Only thirty seconds? That’s no fun.”
Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohh, thank god.”
“Do not mention that man in my cabin,” Slimecicle warned before walking over to Ranboo.
“Let me just choose a spot… eenie, meenie, minie.. fuck it!” Slimecicle decides to go for a sneak attack, latching into Ranboo’s hips and gently squeezing them. The Demon's eyes lit up in delight as the masked man squealed in surprise before falling into a fit of giggles. Ranboo tried to squirm and move away from Slimecicle’s touch, but the ghouls had a tight grip on him.
“Wow, Ranboo! Your ticklishness definitely makes up for the wheel time we got!!” Slimecicle says gleefully.
“Ahahaw jehehesus, this feheheels weird!” Ranboo felt the need to curl in on himself and protect himself, but he, unfortunately, had nowhere to go. He had just to stand there and take it, although he didn’t know if he could stand up for much longer.
“Does it feel weird because of the slime or because of the fact you're super ticklish?” The Slime Demon said with a smug grin on his face.
“Shuhut the hehehell uhUHUHAHAP!!” Ranboo’s laughter immediately spiked two octaves as Slimecicle’s hands moved to dance along Ranboo’s belly.
“Oho, I think I found a new spot!” Slimecicle says with unbridled joy. He doesn’t even consider for a second about letting Ranboo go. “This just keeps getting better and better!”
Ranboo gets so worked up to the point where he’s snorting through his giggles. His struggling becomes more desperate as his laughter keeps rising.
“EHEHEW EW, GET OHOHOFF!!”
“YEAHH, HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE SLIMED??” Slimecicle laughed along with Ranboo.
Ranboo eventually got free from the ghouls, using his new freedom to protect his body. “Hehey! The whee said thirty seheconds! You’ve gone way past that!” He protested through breathy giggles.
Slimecicle immediately retracts his hands, putting them up in surrender. “Woahhh, Jeez, you’re jumpy. But I suppose that’s fair enough.” He lets Ranboo return to his podium as he starts the next question. Ranboo rubs off the phantom tickles and the goo that was left on him.
“Let’s jump right back into it. Question three!! What is… in my pocket right now?”
Ranboo is entirely out of breath and can barely think straight, and this demon figure is asking him stupid, nonsense questions that he doesn’t know how to answer.
“What’s in your pocket? What kind of questions are these? I don’t know, man, slime?”
Slimecicle squints his eyes at him, basically looking into his soul. He stares at Ranboo with such focus and precision that it’s kind of intimidating. He walks straight up to Ranboo, leaning on the contestant podium. “Really? That’s the best answer ya got? It’s because I’m a Slime Demon, huh? I’m such a slimy boy that I have slime in my pocket? Well, let me tell you something, Ranboo. You are… absolutely right. Congrats!” A loud correct buzzer sound played again.
Slimecicle takes out a giant clump of slime and places it in Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo is absolutely disgusted. “Greattttt…” Ranboo says in disgust. “More slime… on my body. Wow.”
“Gotta love it, right?”
“I definitely have emotions about this, but I’m not sure if love is one of them.”
“Well, Ranboo, you’re two for three, and we’re on the last question. Get this question, and you’re given your freedom. Although, if you get this wrong, you’ll have to be tickled by me until the time on the wheel ends! Which may be never, but. That’s not relevant right now.” Slimecicle rubbed his hands together in anticipation, getting stuck to himself for a second.
“Hold on- ok- yep. There we go.” He says, a pop coming from his hands as he frees himself. Ranboo has to stop himself from gagging. “Alright, Boo. Final question. This one’s for alll the goo. How… did you get here?”
“How did I get here?” That question was way more loaded than it should be. Through all that’s been going on, Ranboo never got the time to stop and think about it. “How did I get here?”
“Come on, Ranboo. I need a straight answer here. You’re runnin’ out of slime! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean—“
“It’s pointless!” Ranboo interrupts. “We’re just wasting both of our times. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
Slimecicle smiled. “I hoped you were gonna say that.” A loud incorrect buzzer sound plays once more as Slimecicle puts his hand on the wheel. “Can’t wait to spin this again!”
Slimecicle spins the wheel once again, crossing his fingers for a high time. “Come on, big slime, big slime!!” Eventually, the wheel slows down and lands on.. three days.
Ranboo’s eyes immediately widened. “THREE DAYS? Why is that even an option?!”
“Oh, you’re gonna need like seven showers after this, pal.” Slimecicle snaps his fingers and brings over his ghouls over to Ranboo. “Looks like you’ve lost! You’re probably gonna end up like Frank after this.”
“Come on, Slimecicle! We don’t have to do this! You can just let me go, and you’ll never have to see me again!” Ranboo begins to back up slowly before trying to make a dash to the exit, but Slimecicle’s ghouls grab onto him before he can leave.
“Ranboo, Ranboo. How naïve of you.” The Slime Demon giggles deviously, putting his hands on Ranboo’s sides to make him jump.
“Please, you cAHAHAN’T!” Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Slimecicle was already pinching and squeezing at his sides.
“Ya know, you’ve lasted longer than most trivia members! Most people got a week on their first spin!” He says without a care in the world. “I wonder if you’ll last.”
“PLEHEHEASE, LEHET GO!” Ranboo cried out through his cackles and snorts.
“No can do, buddy. You’ve still got a whole three days to go!” He laughed maniacally.
“Jesus, Ranboo, you’re all bone! You need more slime on you!” He teased, trying to tickle as much area as possible. One of Slimecicle’s hands pinched between each of Ranboo’s ribs while the other gently swirled around the rim of his belly button.
The closer Slimecicle got to Ranboo’s belly button, the more Ranboo reacted. This put a smile on Slimecicle’s face.
“I DOHOHON’T WANT MORE SLIHIME!! THIHIS IS GROSS!” Ranboo complained.
“Well, I mean,” Slimecicle shrugged. “It could get grosser.” Ranboo could practically hear the shit-eating grin Slimecicle had on his face before his finger dipped into his belly button, swirling it around quickly.
A screech ripped from Ranboo’s mouth as he squirmed around a bunch. Even though his face wasn’t visible, his ears were going red from embarrassment.
“Guess this is a really bad spot, huh?” The demon mocked. “Sucks you’re gonna have to deal with this for a while!”
“OHOHH GOD- FUHUCK THIS!!”
Ranboo really didn’t want to touch him, but he couldn’t just sit here and take this for much longer. In a panic, he gets away from the ghouls and takes out the sand from his pocket, throwing it in Slimecicle’s eyes. It takes a few seconds for the Slime demon to get his hands off of Ranboo, but eventually, he lets go of him to cover his eyes.
“OWW, MY EYES!” Slimecicle cried. “MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!” He gets up and makes his way to the exit, his ghouls following behind him. “This fucking hurts, you know! I’m not gonna let this go! I’m coming back for you!” Slimecicle curses as he leaves the room.
Ranboo is left in the game room alone. He leans against the wall to gain his breath back. It takes him a minute, but eventually, he regains his strength and decides to follow the demon through the exit.
He sighs as he’s back in the cabin for a third time, but the demon isn’t anywhere to be found. Thank god.
