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I see them as brothers! If you ship them please DNI with THIS POST!!! If you ship them but still see them as brothers(insest basically) DNI with me AT ALL!!!
If you don't like tickles the DNI as well.
Warnings: maybe slightly intense tickling? Feet tickling, and raspberries. also maybe out of character, or just lack of confidence in my writing idk.
This is my first tickle fic so it may be bad idk again.
Yang was bored, laying on his bed in Yin's and his shared room. God, he was so bored. He sat up, eyes scanning the room. His eyes got caught on a red book, Yin's journal thing. He scoffed. Yang also thought the idea of writing about “feelings” was nonsense, yet Yin did it anyway. That gave him an idea. He got up and walked to Yin's bed, grabbed Yin's book, and sat down on Yin's bed.
He opened the red book and flipped through the pages, trying to find something interesting. Though, he didn't get that far when Yin walked into the room. They both froze for a moment.
“Yang! That's mine!” Yin broke the silence, moving closer to try and snatch the book back from Yang. He was unsuccessful.
Yang moved it out of his reach, “nuh-uh!” He stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry at Yin who looked annoyed.
“You don't even like writing!” Yin said, getting closer to Yang to try and take it from Yang.
Yang raised arms up more, and further away from Yin's reach so Yin couldn't grab the book.
“so? I like secrets which I bet this thing is full of!” Yang said, keeping the book out of Yin's reach.
“Ugh, just-!” Yin moved so he was halfway on the bed, closer to Yang's right side, still reaching.
“Give me the book!” Yin said. Yang just continued to hold it out of his reach.
Yin backed off, though he stayed on the bed. Yang still had the book out of reach, and his arms were still slightly raised. Yang stuck out his tongue and blew it at Yin again, who looked very unimpressed. That's when Yin got an idea. He smirked at Yang who looked more confused and nervous by the minute. That's when Yin attacked his sides and armpits, both being undefended since Yang was still set on keeping Yin's journal.
Yang yelped and jerked back, but didn't laugh. He had to hold it in. He couldn't let Yin win. Yang felt tingling sensations going up and down his arms and sides, each little shock more maddening by the second. His arms shook as he tried to continue to hold the journal out of Yin's grasp.
“If you just give me back my journal then this will all stop, Y’know,” Yin teased, his fingers going faster and now drilling into Yang's under arms.
Yang gripped the journal tighter, still shaking and trembling from the ticklish shocks being sent up and down his arms at a faster pace now. Each shock made his mind fuzzy and body tingle. He let out a few ‘snrks!’ But didn't allow himself to laugh or lower the journal.
“Actually, I think you like this!” Yin exclaimed, teasing, “I mean, why else wouldn't you be letting up?”
Yang felt his face heat slightly from the teasing, “sh-shut-*snrk*-up! I-i ju-just don't want-*snrk!*-t-tohoh w-win!” Yang giggled out.
“Win? Oh, I know I'm going to win!” Yin said confidently.
“O-oh y-yeah? And h-hohohOHOHAHAHAAHAHA- W-WAIT Y-YININININEHEHEHEH-!” Yang bursts out laughing when Yin blows a raspberry on his stomach side area thing(like from your side to the front of your stomach and like in between those two spots is where) making him drop the journal.
Yang's arms and legs kick and squirm as he laughs. His mind is fuzzy from the overwhelming ticklish sensation vibrating on the spot Yin was blowing the raspberry. Yang's evil sounding cackle filled the room as he tried to speak.
“Y-YOUHUHUHU HAHAHAHAHVE YOUR STUHUHUHPID BOHOHOHOK BAHAHAHAHAHA-” Yang tried to say while laughing.
Yin pulled away, still scratching at Yang's sides, “yeah, but this is just so much fun! Plus you kinda deserve it.”
“NOHOHOHOH-” Yang protested.
“Yes, and you need to laugh more,” Yin teased slightly.
This was nice. Getting pay back for the times Yang tickled him, for the times Yang attacked him. When Yang was annoying, rude, or took something of his, this all made up for it. Though he was probably going to get some strong backslash for this, it was worth it for now. Yin giggled along with Yang's loud cackles, Yin's mood having gotten better. This was therapeutic really.
“Hehe, others can probably hear you with how loud you're laughing,” Yin teased again.
Yang shot him the best half-hearted glare he could while laughing himself silly. It was hard since his face was forced into a smile, or in this case, cackling grin from the tickles. It was like tiny shockwaves were sent from his sides, up his spine, and straight to his brain. Tears started to form in his eyes from laughing so hard as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Yin stopped tickling for a moment, and Yang could feel his weight shift. He didn't see as he was still catching his breath and his eyes were still closed. Yang felt his foot get grabbed by the ankle. His eyes opened and he sat up, leaning on his hands for support.
He saw Yin with his foot in a headlock ready to scribble all over it, but instead he just hovered over it, wiggling his fingers just short of making contact with his foot. Yang didn't know why, he wasn't even touching him, but he still felt those same ticklish tingles shooting over his foot making its toes curl inward.
Yin giggled, ”wow, I'm not even touching you,” Yin teased.
“Sh-shuhuht up yohohohu loser!” Yang shouted, giggling already.
Yin drags his finger up and down the sole of Yang's foot, but stays for enough that it doesn't touch yet. “How mean..”
Yang tries to jerk away, to wiggle free, to squirm, anything! But is held firm in place by Yin. “You're th-the one hehe be-beinining mehehehean to-to me!”
“You know what? Fine,” Yin scribbles ruthlessly across Yang's foot making Yang fall back laughing.
Yang tries to kick free, jerking his foot away from Yin's hand. Each time failing miserably. A couple minutes pass, broken up with Yin's teasing, and Yang has had enough. He tries his best to sit up slightly to hit Yin in the back, signaling him to stop.
Yin realizes and stops, quickly grabbing his journal and placing it out of Yang's reach on the bed. Yang was still slightly teary eyed from laughing, chest heaving to regain breath.
“You okay?” Yin asks, still caring for his brother.
He huffs and hits him, though it doesn't really hurt. ”loser..” he huffed out again, trying his best to sound annoyed. Yin laughs and takes it as a yes.
Yang was still, well, Yang but he never stole Yin's journal again.
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First tickle fic so yeah. Also this for some reason didn't save so I had to redo it again.
