Happy holidays everybody! I’m very sorry for the late post: my personal life has very much gotten in the way of this project and I’ve neglected to check my Tumblr much. Nonetheless, I was assigned to make a gift for @cringemesstickles! Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope that you like your gift :D
Character A is in a bad mood, and Character B tickles them to cheer them up.
I’ve never drawn this duo before, so I hope I did their faces justice! I did my best to use references haha. Happy holidays!
Pony acts childish and has a fake attitude but the whole time he just wanted darry to wreck him.
{YESYESYESYES OMGOMG}
Ponyboy sat up in his bed. The sun was shining through his curtains. He looked over to his side and noticed that sodapop was already out of bed, probably making breakfast with Darry in the kitchen. They let ponyboy sleep in, wow thats suprising. Any other morning he would have been woken up by them jumping about like monkeys. Ponyboy got out of bed and looked at himself in the small mirror that was sitting in the bedroom. He more he looked at himself, the more of a odd feeling grew on him. It was a tingly feeling going through his body. It made him shiver, letting a small smile turn on his face. “..weird” ponyboy thought to himself. He didnt think much of it. He just left his room, going to the kitchen. That weird tingly feeling was haunting him. It was like a soft electric feeling going down his sides.
Ponyboy peeked his head into the kitchen to see only Darry sitting at the table, drinking some coffee while reading some newspaper. “..morning darry” Ponyboy said with a grin that seemed to be stuck on his face ever since that feeling started. “Morning pony” Darry grumbled. Ponyboy made his way behind darrys chair, peeking over his shoulder to look at the newspaper. “Whatcha doing’?” Ponyboy asked in a weirdly happy tone which made darry look up at him. “..reading the newspaper” Darry answered nonchalantly. Ponyboy nodded, biting the side of his cheek as that tingly feeling made its way to his ribs. He tried itching them a little to try and make the feeling go away but it didnt go away. It made it worse. Ponyboy started to figure out that his every so often ‘lee mood’ was coming back. Now he had to just start the long process of annoying everyone in his wayuntil they somehow get the hint. “..wheres soda?” Ponyboy asked darry, leaning back against one of the kitchen counters. “Went to work early” darry replied, his eyes not lifting up from the newspaper. “..ah okay” ponyboy nodded, staring at the back of darrys head. If sodapop was home it would have been only a minute before he would realise what kind of mood ponyboy was in but soda wasnt gonna be back til late evening which was hours away so he had to work with what he had which was darry.
He smirked as he came up to darry again, snatching the newspaper. “Ponyboy” darry said in a stern voice, glaring at pony who was smirking and holding the newspaper behind his back. “Give it” Darry continued. “Nope” ponyboy said with a confident tone. Darry stood up, grabbing the news paper. Dammit. Ponyboy sighed as darry went back to reading the newspaper. Maybe he can try later.
Throughout the way, ponyboy has been annoying the fuck out of darry all day. He has been taking his stuff, poking him, messing up his hair, yapping to him and other stuff.
Finally, at around 4pm, ponyboy had succeeded.
Darry was fixing something with his tools. Ponyboy came up behind him, watching him silently. Well, he tried to be silent but he kept letting out small tiny giggles every now and then as the tingling feeling was getting worse and worse. It started spreading around to his belly button, knees and feet. “Do you need something, pony” darry asked. He seemed to be in a okay mood. “..nope” pony replied with a snicker before grabbing one of darrys screw drivers right before he was gonna pick it up. Darry turned his head to ponyboy. “..give it back” darry said, standing up. Ponyboy shook his head with a smirk, backing away. It ended up with darry chasing ponyboy. It didnt last long since there wasnt much room in their house to run so darry caught him almost instantly. Darry had him pinned on the middle of the living room floor. “NohOho” ponyboy was already giggling and darry didnt even do anything to him yet. Darrys face softened at the sound of his little brothers laughter. He couldnt help but smile himself. “What? Im not doing anything yet, ponyboy” Darry told ponyboy who blushed out of embarrassment and just ended up laughing more. “Got one of ‘em lee moods, havent you” Darry teased, smirking at his little brother. Darry gently hoovered his fingers over Ponyboys ribs. “NOhOHo sTAhaAhp” Ponyboy laughed out, squirming. Darry snickered. “I still havent touched you, pony. Whats so funny?” Darry asked in a teasing tone. “JuHust dohoOhO iT!” Ponyboy snickered. “Very well” darry said before instantly scattering his fingers all over Ponyboys ticklish ribs without any warning. Ponyboy howled with laughter, squirming from one side to the other. The mix between the tingly feeling and Darrys fingers was so much and ponyboy loved it, even if he would never admit it. Ever. “StAhHAhp Th-tHis is hAraHAhssmeHent!” Ponyboy laughed out loud. Darry couldnt help but laugh at that himself. “Harassment? You were the one who was annoying me all day for me to wreck you, pony.” Darry called him out with a smirk. Pony turned a deep shade of red when darry said. Darry knew it all along? Darrys fingers worked their way up to ponyboys armpits which made him go literally crazy. “DAHAHARRY STAHAHAWP IT” ponyboy screeched. “What if i dont? What if i just..-” darry said as he moved one of his hands to ponyboys hips, pinching them. The twospots getting attacked genuinely killed ponyboy. He was basically wheezing at this point.
Darry knew he had enough so he got off pony, letting him breathe. “You alright, pony?” Darry asked with a soft smile. “..ye-yeah” ponyboy answered, out of breath.
A/N: y’all I’m not even gonna lie, I was so tired today and lacked motivation… 😭
I still wanted to post something tho, so I did my best :)
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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The gang had all congregated in the Curtis living room, the air thick with the smell of leather jackets and cigarette smoke. Johnny was flipping through an old comic book, Two-Bit was playing with his switchblade, and Darry was busy fixing a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Soda, Pony, and Steve were engaged in some loud chatter while Dally lounged on the couch, trying to look as uninterested as possible.
“So, you’re telling me you’ve never been tickled before?” Steve asked incredulously, staring at Dally.
“What’s it to you?” Dally grumbled, feigning indifference.
“Aw, come on, Dal. Everyone’s been tickled at some point,” Ponyboy chimed in, grinning.
“Not where I come from.” Dally retorted, rolling his eyes.
Darry, having overheard the conversation while walking back from the kitchen, couldn’t help but join in.
“I think we should enlighten Dally on this age-old form of entertainment.”
The room seemed to hum with anticipation. Even Johnny looked up from his comic book, eyes wide with interest.
“Alright, fellas. What do you say we all give Dally a proper introduction to the world of tickling?” Two-Bit suggested, cracking his knuckles for emphasis.
The gang needed no further encouragement. They moved quickly, surrounding Dally, who for the first time looked genuinely unsure.
Before Dally could react, Darry pinned his arms above his head, Ponyboy and Johnny each securing his ankles.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Dally squirmed, frantically trying to escape.
“Relax, Dal… all in good fun!” Said the oldest of the group, tightening his grip to ensure nobody got punched in the face.
Two-Bit was the first to strike, skittering his fingers up Dally’s sides and back down again. When Dally jolted away with a yelp, Sodapop struck at the other side, leaving the victim trapped between the two.
“EEK- STOHOHOHOP YOU IDIOTS!” He squealed and squirmed, any trace of stoicism completely thrown out the window.
“So, how’s that tough persona holdin up, Dally?” Grinned Soda, letting a hand wander up to the Dally’s armpit, eliciting a snort, the normally stoic boy tugging at his arms to try and defend himself.
“SHUT UHUHUP! I’LL K-KILL YOU AHAHALL!”
Unfazed by the empty threat, Johnny and Pony exchanged a glance before each of them went for their target’s knees.
The variety of tickling seemed to only make things worse; each member seemed to have their own unique tickling technique that when combined, created a storm of sensations.
Two-Bit’s was mostly rapid skittering, while Soda tended to lean more towards playful pinches. Ponyboy’s style was a combination of Two-Bit’s and Soda’s, whereas Johnny’s was light and tender. Even Darry transferred one of Dally’s wrists to the other hand so that he could restrain him with one hand and tickle him with the other; his tickling was more strategic.
“GUHUHUYS! ENOHOHOUGH!!”
Seeing that Dally couldn’t take much more, Darry lightened his grip on Dally’s wrists.
“Alright guys, let him breathe.”
Everyone pulled back, pleased with their little experiment.
“Well, Dal, I’m glad we’ve established that you’re capable of expressing joy!” Two-Bit grinned, punching Dally in the shoulder.
Dally glared, though there was a noticeable lack of tension in his body in comparison to earlier.
And though Dally wouldn’t admit it, he felt significantly lighter.
