#ler!twobit

[greasersgyatt]

oooo for fic ideas could you do ler two bit and Lee pony? Remember the part in the book where ponyboy was kinda sick and twobit pinned him on the ground and told him to “call uncle” but instead of wrestling him he tickled him :)

{ofc omg🫶}

Ponyboy was standing around in the living room watching as Sodapop, steve and darry got ready to go out for work. Twobit was standing not too far away from him. “I hate to leave you here by yourself, ponboy” Darry said slowly. “Maybe i ought to take the day off.” “Ive stayed by my lonesome before, you cant afford a day off.” Ponyboy replied to Darry who was currently putting on a black tight work t shirt. “Yeah, but you just got back and i really ought to stay..” darry said, checking himself out in a mirror. It was true. Ponyboy just got back from hiding in a abandoned church for several days with johnny who was now being hospitalised. Ponyboy thought about it and was about to agree to darry staying just when Twobit spoke out. “Ill babysit him” he shrugged his shoulders, “ive got nothing else better to do.” “Ever considered working?” Steve asked sarcastically as he sat down on the couch, waiting for Sodapop’s slow ass to hurry up. “Work?” Twobit repeated with a chuckle. “And ruin my rep? I wouldnt be babysittin’ the kid here if i knew of some good day-nursery open on Saturdays.” Ponyboy pulled twobits chair over backwards and jumped onto him but twobit saw it coming and had him down in a second. Pony was a bit short on wind. God, he has got to stop smoking or else he wouldnt make the track next year…

“Holler uncle” twobit said as they both laid on 5e floor with twobits left arm wrapped around pony in a choke hold. “Nope” pony said, struggling. He didnt have his usual strength ever since he lost so much weight in he abandoned church. Thats what you get for surviving off of bologna sandwiches for days. “No? Oh, youll be screaming out yes in just a moment.” Twobit said and without a warning he scattered his finger tips around the area just below his ribs. Pony yelped with laughter in a almost instant, trying to slither himself away from twobit but it wasnt working. “Twohohobit!!-” ponyboy screeched. He tried his hardest to block that area with his elbows. It worked but not for long because twobit just quickly creeped his fingers onto the back of pony’s neck. “What do we have here, hmm? A little sensitive neck?” Twobit teased which made ponyboys neck jerk back. “NohohOho” ponyboy laughed out. “Piss ohohoff, tehetwobit!!”

“You two do up the dishes. You can go to the movies if you want before you go see dally and johnny” Darry said as he pulled on his jacket. He paused for a second, watching twobit squashing ponboy. “Twobit, lay off. He aint lookin’ too good.” Twobit rolled his eyes like a child who just got in trouble, helping ponyboy up. Darry was right. Ponyboy was genuinely out of breath from 2 munute of laughter. “Ponyboy, you smoke more than a pack today and ill skin you, understood?” Darry warned. “Yeah” ponyboy muttered, glancing at Darry. “You carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time today and me and soda’ll skin you, understood?” Pony threatened back. Darry grinned before him, soda and steve left for work.

{sorry its so rushed and short, ive been busy but wanted to post a fic🥲}

[messwritesstufff]

Capable of Joy

(TickleTober Day 25: Gang Tickles)

Summary: Dally gets teamed up on bc they’re silly

Pairing: None

Word Count: 545

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.