heyy..... could i oerhapz request loser .....h eadcnsonn... hedacanons...
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Loser tickle headcanons!
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I keep calling Loser they, so ig I hc Loser as he/they, don't attack me
Headcanons under cut!
Probabbababnllyyyyyyy a 50/50 switch idrk
Ler:
☆can be both really intense and really light, his tickles go back and forth. You never know which you're getting, and they can just switch at random
☆compliments his lee's a lot and teases them about how ticklish they are in certain spots. He also calls them cute/adorable sometimes, but it depends on who the lee is
☆tazes peoples sides... like a lot
☆uses a lot of feathers, brushes, just any tool he can get his hands on that his lee is sensitive to
☆Enjoys finding spots on the lee that are hypersensitive and then using the most utterly light tickles on that spot that the lee can just barely stand
☆main lee's are Winner, Cake, Leafy, almost anyone he's close friends with really
☆blows raspberries a lot
☆Acts very smug and prideful when tickling someone else
Lee:
☆uses tickles a lot until someone asks if he's ticklish/wants to tickle him, then he'll claim its a little bit odd or unwanted [but whenever someone asks him one of those, they get in a big lee mood]
☆Very sensitive sides, like he'll shriek if you poke them
☆worst spots are his sides and feet
☆snorts a lot surprisingly?
☆refuses to outright say he likes/wants tickles
☆really squirmy and embarrassed, his face is redder than ever and he is utterly flustered at each tease
☆main lers are Winner and Leafy, barely anyone else
heyyyy ketchup... im back again... here for more winnerloser ...i feel like i've asked almost the whole osc tk community for winlee but im stoll so starving...rubs hungry belly as i ache for more wijjwrloser...
"Rubs hungry belly as I ache for more winnerloser", that exact sentence is making me cackle im sorry
And of course! :3
Winner & Loser tickle fic!
Lee Winner, ler Loser
Not even gonna lie, this is pretty much a ship fic
Warnings: may have some mischaracterization & slightly rough/intense tickles
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Fic under cut!
Loser spoke about whatever came to mind, Winner half-mindedly listening and walking with him. Most of the stuff he spoke about sounded a little like bragging, but Winner didn't mind all that much.
"-yea, haha!" Loser ended a short rant, smiling at Winner, but it almost looked like a proud grin. It took a short moment for Winner to notice, but they softly smiled back after. "That sounds interesting." Winner said calmly.
".. Y'know," winner took out their hand and put it to their mouth when thinking about what to say. "I had a similar experience with that Clock person. We're fine now, though, thankfully." Winner chuckled quietly. "Oh, you've told me about them!" Loser exclaimed. Winner rolled their eyes playfully with a giggle.
"Yea, I understand," Loser continued. "Fans can be weird sometimes!" Loser said with an over-exaggerated tone. It sounded like he was trying to be almost sarcastic or playful, but Winner knew he definitely had some... "odd" experiences with fans or people that admired him, some worse than how Clock was.
"Anyways," Loser put his hands behind his back like he was trying to look respectable, but quickly brought them back up when he spoke. He spoke with a lot of weird hand movements. "I've had a question for you!" Loser said, pointing at Winner to emphasize.
Winner flinched at the finger. "Oh, yea?" Winner stopped walking, and Loser did the same. Loser spoke. "Yea! What object are you? I- I mean, not to insult you or anything, just..." Loser tried to figure out what to say as to not sound insulting or rude. Winner looked a little surprised, but quickly waved their hand dismissively. "Oh, no worries! I'm asked that often enough, hehe," Winner rubbed the back of their head. "Well.. I'm Winner! Not much to say." Winner tapped the side of their head with an awkward chuckle and small smile. Loser tilted his head.
"Huh.." Loser still looked like he was questioning. Surprisingly, Loser had never asked this before. It just was never anything he thought to hard about until recently.
After the silence was drawn on for a while, Winner felt awkward, even a little worried. They avoided eye contact and made some forced giggles to fill the silence.
"..c-can I just-?" Loser brought their hand towards Winner, freezing just before he made contact to get permission from Winner. Winner was just glad he finally said something. "Uh, sure!" Winner was a little confused.
Loser put his hand to Winners side and would feel their texture, being gentle. He was just curious about what exactly Winner was, or even just what they're made of.
Winner put their hand away and leaned into Loser's touch, closing their eyes and sighing softly. Loser smiled at it, but went back to focusing on their unique texture after.
"..This feels different than most objects." Loser said. Winner opened their eyes. "Does it?" They asked.
Loser snickered in response to the question. Winner hummed in confusion.
Loser was just about to stop after it had been dragged out for a while, but before it, he squeezed gently, his thumb digging into Winners soft side.
"EEK-" Winner squealed as quietly as possible, tumbling and almost falling before balancing on his toes. "L-Loser, you're- hehe-" Winner let out Airy giggles, trying to stiffle their laughter, but not using their hand despite it probably being the best option if they wanted to be quieter.
Loser flinched, surprised by the sudden reaction until the realized what they had done. Loser smiled and let go. "Oops!" He exclaimed playfully.
Winner tittered and finally used their hand, rubbing their side. "Sorry!~" Loser snickered. Winner looked a little embarrassed. "It's fine," they said, their voice shakey.
Loser was still smiling. "I didn't know you were ticklish!" Loser exclaimed. Winner's face flushed a little, but they weren't surprised at what Loser said, so they were shocked at the shiver sent up their spine at the t-word.
"Oh, I'm sure you did! Probably just forgot," Winner didn't really know what to say, so they tried to act casual. Loser raised an eyebrow. "What are you so embarrassed for?" Loser had a mock-pity tone. "I'm not embarrassed! What makes you think that?" Winner claimed with a forced laugh.
Loser poked Winner, making them squeak. "St-Stap!" Winner used their hand and made a "shoo" motion at Loser jokingly. Loser brought his hands close to himself and giggled. "What?" Loser poked again. "What am I doing?" He used both hands to poke at one side.
Winner tried to hold onto giggles, biting their tongue and continuing to wave their hand at Loser like that was doing anything. "L-Loser! Wait! No! -Nohoho.." Winner got quieter when their laughter got out, using their hand to cover their mouth instead of stopping Loser. Loser took a mental note.
"Aw, are you ticklish? Are ya? Are ya?~" Loser cooed, now poking both sides. Winner couldn't flinch or squirm one way without getting knocked into the other hand, a whole new batch of giggles releasing each time. "Noho! I'm nohot..noo," Winner sounded like a giggly child. Loser's smirk slowly formed into more of a soft smile. "I think you are, though," Loser teased.
Loser slowly stopped poking. Winner let their hand flop on the ground, and caught their breath. "Y-You're so mean.." Winner said. "Am I?" Loser said playfully. Loser sat next to their arm and traced their palm suddenly. Winner squealed louder than before, their face flushing as they pulled their hand away and wrapped it around themselves. Winner and Loser sat in silence, staring at eachother for a long moment. Loser took almost a full 30 seconds to comprehend what just happened. Winner was to embarrassed to speak.
Loser began giggling to himself as he moved closer to Winner, nuzzling into them and taking their wrist. "Bad spot?" He teased. "No, sh-shush." Winner said, but they didn't pull their arm away, just avoiding eye contact.
Loser held their wrist securely and gently traced their palm again. Winner squeaked and kicked their legs and tried to keep quiet, but loud giggles kept pouring out. "Aw, does this tickle to much for you?" Loser teased. "Nohoo- Stop- STAPIT-" Winner kicked their legs harder. It got much harder to hold in their laughs as Loser kept tracing. It felt like the already unbearable tingles were getting worse and worse. They wanted nothing more then to get their hand away from Loser, but they also were loving each second of the playful "torture".
Winner began laughing louder and louder, practically cackling and squealing loudly once they weren't able to hold any of it in. Loser knew when to stop. They didn't want to make Winner upset or uncomfortable. He stopped tracing and let their wrist go. Winner squeaked and put their arm away, still having a wide, shaky smile on their face. "I think you're just to ticklish or something." Loser teased. He got closer to Winner and began skittering his hand on their side. Winner sharply gasped and bucked, but quickly calmed down, trying to squirm away. Loser repositioned himself behind Winner, using both hands on both of Winners sides and speeding up his light scribbles.
"Eheh- noho! Loser, pleahase!" Winner snickered. "Awh, but you're so cute right now!" Loser teased. He squeezed Winners side suddenly, earning a squeak as Winner tried to jump away, just throwing themselves into Losers other hand, another flurry of laughter escaping. "This isn't fahair!" Winner squealed out. "It isn't?" Loser tilted his head. "I think it's completely fair! I get to tickle you to bits, and you get to laugh a bunch!" Loser exclaimed playfully. Winner threw their head back, laughing louder. "Naho! I don't wanna!" Winner kicked their feet again. Loser took a quick chance without much thought, reaching out and scribbling over their sole when they kicked. "BAHA- NAHO-" Winner put their feet down. Loser smirked. "Let that teach you a lesson!" Loser said exaggeratedly.
After a while, Loser decided to finish it off. He squeezed one of Winners sides rapidly and blew a large raspberry on their other.
Winner screamed, then wheezed, and it slowly dissolving into loud laughter and cackles. "LOSA- LOSER- NAHO- NO! STAHAHAP IHIT! PLEAHASE!" Winner used their hand and tried to shove Loser away, weakened by all the tickles.
Loser stopped after the unbearably long raspberry, removing their hands and letting Winner calm down. Loser rubbed Winners head. "Alright, calm down. I'm done, silly." Loser cooed.
Winner breathed hard and leaned into Loser. "I- I.. euugh.. you're so mean to mehe.." Winner said. Loser snickered. "Sure, I am." Loser rolled his eyes.
"..I mean.. it was fun." Winner admitted, pulling their knees to their chest as they leaned against Loser. Loser smiled. "Oh, was it?" He said. His tone was pretty teasy. "Shut it.." Winner said unseriously, playfully shoving their hand in Losers face. Loser laughed and moved Winners hand.
Sorry if its a little odd for some reason I can't figure out what's weird in it
hhhiiii..... i think you already know who i want... /silly
funky lil periwinkle fluff thing... le e.... tick leee...
and mayhaps... the ugly golden cube one iis the one ticklitj them.
runs away and hides in a tree
/notforcing ofc ! 🫶
I was about to say I don't upload art bc I was kinda uncomfortable posting my art and then I realized the Pic in my intro said anyone could, IM SO SORRY ☹️
But I mean, I'll make a fic of lee!winner and ler!loser :3
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Writing it beloowwwqq the cut!
Sorry if it's kinda ooc btw, but it's fun imagining winner as a lee in the community, so-
Warnings; rough-ish tickles but barely if you still count it
Consider this a ship or platonic, I don't mind either
Also sorry this kinda sucks I'm writing it at night
Winner sighed and sat boredly on the grass.
Their friend, Loser, followed in their steps, plopping down next to them with a proud smile. Winner had invited him on a walk to help cure their boredom. Wasn't really working, but hanging out with their best friend was fun enough in itself, Winner supposed.
Winner and Loser sat silently for a while, leaving them both to their own thoughts. Yet, that happened to lead to Winners' demise. Their thoughts wandered back to, of course, tickling. They didn't realize they were still thinking of it right with Loser next to them until they looked over, seeing their friend again.
'...did I really just get myself in a lee mood with this guy-' Winner thought, practically scolding themselves.
Welp, great, now they're a flustered mess who couldn't stop thinking about tickling right next to their friend.
'..what if I asked them to help me?- WHA- NO?' Winner was appalled by their own thoughts suggesting such a thing. 'They'll probably think it's weird.' Winner reasoned to their own mind.
"You alright, Winner?" Losers shakey voice knocked Winner out of their thoughts. They turned and made eye contact with their friend.
"Oh, yea, of course I am..!" They gave a dismissive hand wave to the cube.
"..you sure? Your face is kinda red.. are you sick?" Loser questioned.
"Wha- no! I'm fine, Loser, I swear." Winner said sternly. "..I'm just.. thinking about something." Winner said, regretting it almost immediately.
"What could that be?" Loser asked, genuinely curious.
Winner opened their mouth to respond but stopped themselves, staring at Loser in a slight state of shock.
Loser was confused and almost kind of worried at this point.
"..is there, like.. anything I could do to help you if you don't feel alright?" Loser offered in concern.
Winner turned and thought for a second. "Well, I feel fine, but.." they sighed. "..there is something you could do?" They said awkwardly, now wanting to run away and never be found again.
'WHY AM I CONTINUING? JUST STOP STOP SHUT UP LETS RUN OFF NOW WE'RE DONE HERE' They yelled at themselves in their head.
Loser looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to say what he could do.
"Uh..so, this might be weird, but, uhm.." Winner rubbed the back of their head nervously. "I'm sure whatever it is can't be that bad! I've had worse fanmail.." Loser chuckled at his own joke. Winner fake-laughed awkwardly as well. "...can you.." Winner had a hard time voicing what they wanted, tapping their foot anxiously before forcing themselves to say it. "Could you tickle me, please?" They asked quickly.
Loser looked as if he didn't expect the request, but he didn't seem to be judging either. "Oh, is that it?" Loser asked. Winner stared at Loser nervously, maybe even scared. Loser sat up a bit closer to Winner. "Well, definitely didn't expect it, but if that's what you want!" Loser said with an almost sarcastic-seeming shrug.
Winner pulled their legs close to themselves defensively, but also to hide a shaky smile on their face after Loser began making claw hands.
He didn't hesitate to begin teasing Winner, lightly scratching their side. The touch was almost unable to feel but still incredibly intense, sending light, tickly sensations all through Winner. Winners' smile grew. They could already feel the reluctant laughter threatening to burst, but Winner didn't wanna let themselves yet.
"Holding it in, huh?" Loser said, using his other hand to squeeze Winners' other side while still lightly scratching the other. Winner made some incomprehensible noise, but still tried to hold in their laughs. Their large hand came out, and they used it to gently hit the ground, an instinctive way to try and negate the tickles, but of course, it didn't stop them in the slightest.
Loser didn't understand why Winner wanted this, but something about it was pretty fun to him, too.
"Snrrk.." Second by second, it was getting hard for Winner to hold in their laugh.
Loser noticed this and began rapidly squeezing Winners' sides relentlessly. Winner was caught heavily off gaurd.
"OHOHOH NOHO- LOSEHER- Cahahlm dohown!"
Loser began laughing a little as well, slowing down his tickles slightly.
"Oh, there's that laugh! How could you ever hold that in?" Loser chuckled.
"Noho teasing!" Winner said through their laughter.
Loser rapidly scribbled under Winners ribs [How does object anatomy work], causing the giant blue fluff substance to begin cackling. "LOHoseher! Cuhut it oOHut!" Winner squirmed slightly, but it was clear they weren't actually trying to escape.
"Cootchie cootchie coooo!~" Loser teased. "Aww, look how adorable you are!" Loser exclaimed.
Winner used their arm to try and hide their face out of embarrassment. "I SAHAID NOohoho teasing! You're such a jerEheHrk!' Winner giggled almost childlike.
Noticing Winners arm, Loser had an idea. Loser moved Winners arm away from their face and stopped tickling for a moment, holding their palm up for him to see. Winner was confused, giggling nervously and waiting for whatever Loser was gonna do.
Loser began gently tracing Winners palm and wrist, causing Winner to break into hysterics. "OHOHOH NOHO- LOHOSER- STOHOAHAP, PLEHAHASE! NOHOHO!" Winner struggled to pull their hand away. Loser had to grip onto their arm like it was a sport, tracing their hand as gently as possible.
Loser kept on for a short while as Winner snorted and shrieked, but Loser eventually slowed down before coming to a complete stop.
Winner tried to catch their breath, leaning back and letting out leftover giggles. Loser let go of their arm after wrecking them. Winner pulled their arm and put it away, sighing.
"Hehe... thanks, Loser.." Winner mumbled. "Always!" Loser exclaimed, sitting next to Winner.
Winner thought about all the events that had happened on repeat, pulling their legs close and still dealing with the ghost tingles that remained. Loser knew what he'd do next time he was bored.
