#scream tickle

[lopsicle]

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Intro Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737265950613815296/intro-post

Tickle Fics:

Disclaimer: Some of these were written when I was 13/14 so please brace yourself for some shitty writing down below, I promise some of it is alright.

Wednesday:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764793362465374208/dont-leave)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid is acting extra clingy to Wednesday after Summer Break. Wednesday gives her the attention she craves.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/770861667102916608/a-summers-worth-of-tickles)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Wednesday notices that Enid is acting different to normal and gets to the bottom of her suspicious behaviour, only to use it against her.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/704465805969096704/what-about-enid-with-things-assistance-tickles

Lee! Wednesday, with Ler! Enid and Thing.

Summary: Enid and Thing team up to give Wednesday some much needed tickles.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/705189347592388608/tangled-up)

Lee! Enid, with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid gets tangled in some Christmas decorations she’s putting up. Wednesday decides to mess with her while she’s bound.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/729929283194208256/sweater-stuck)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid becomes stuck in her sweater when she tries to take it off, with her arms over her head. Wednesday takes the opportunity to tickle her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730833083628208128/thanks-for-the-compliance-not)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: A little out of character Drabble of Wednesday giving Enid some soft, adoring tickles.

The Amazing Digital Circus:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763405324891881472/caines-extravagant-obscure-and-explore)

Summary: Caine forces the circus go-ers into a game of Hide and Seek Obscure and Explore, though the hiders face ticklish consequences once found out.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/738253045613412352/its-not-like-i-dont-like-it)

Summary: After being forced to be with Ragatha for an adventure, Jax discovers a new way of tormenting her.

Scream:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737901266924109824/the-best-kind-of-arguments)

Lee! Y/N, Ler! Tara.

Summary: After an argument, Tara uses your favourite method of cheering you up.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/733076009679814656/get-off-the-couch)

Switch! Tara, Switch! Sam.

Summary: In an attempt to get her sister to move, Tara tickles Sam and quickly learns the consequences.

The Owl House:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/713518258949636096/thunderstorms)

Lee! Collector, with Ler! Eda.

Summary: After being spooked by both nightmares and thunder, the Collector runs out to Eda, who gives him a nice distraction.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730276545212661760/healing-tickles)

Lee! Emira, with Ler! Viney.

Summary: Emira doesn’t listen to Viney about how to safely ride Puddles. When Viney tries to heal her, she leans that her girlfriend is a lot more sensitive than expected.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730651342056603648/flyer-derby)

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Emerald Entrails.

Summary: Hunter decides to play against the rest of his team in a game of Flyer Derby, with ticklish consequences if he’s caught.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/772141798453903360/the-only-time-i-ever-see-him

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Willow.

Summary: Hunter wonders around the Noceda house in the night, plagued by hallucinations. Willow finds him and offers a way to cheer him up.

She-Ra and The Princesses Of Power:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765756049708941312/everyone-wears-a-costume)

Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: With all other interrogation methods failing, Glimmer decides to use something different on Double Trouble.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765678350355333120/fright-zone-log-day-15)

Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta.

Summary: Entrapta wishes to run a test on the ticklishness of different species in Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Little Witch Academia:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763109246954094592/tickle-moods)

Lee! Diana, with Ler! Amanda.

Summary: Diana tries to get Amanda to go to close when she’s in a ler mood. Amanda proceeds to wreck her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765899554129330176/tickle-moods-v20)

Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana.

Summary: Diana hears that Amanda is in one of her moods again and goes to sort her out, only to discover it is a much different mood to the last time.

Hellverse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763519147211702273/a-jester-and-a-succubus)

Lee! Fizz with Ler! Verosika.

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves Verosika’s outfit soaked. She takes revenge on the perpetrator.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763868732458172416/well-take-care-of-you)

Lee! Vox with Ler! Val and Ler! Vel.

Summary: After Vox gets injured from fighting with Zestial, Velvette and Valentino take care of him, with some shenanigans.

Spider-Verse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764502860899696640/annoying-machines)

Lee! Margo with Ler! Lyla and Ler! Go-Home Machine.

Summary: Lyla employs Margo to deal with an error with the Go-Home-Machine. Margo tests it on herself with expectedly poor results.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730549805792755712/british-people-are-liars)

Lee! Hobie with Ler! Gwen.

Summary: Gwen tickles Hobie to get him to admit to lying.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763605362425397248/how-to-make-purple)

Lee! Kyoko and Ler! Sayaka.

Summary: Sayaka is very much ready to go to bed but Kyoko is being stubborn about it. Luckily Sayaka has a way to go about convincing her.

Adventure Time/Fionna & Cake:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765135868053815296/tickletober-day-12-mischief)

Lee! Simon with Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s down in the dumps in the Winter Kingdom but his new friend thinks up a way to cheer him up.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764262534462242816/my-cool-gay-roommate)

Lee! Wallace with Ler! Scott.

Summary: While Scott attempts to wake up Wallace, he discovers some interesting information about his roommate.

Murder Drones:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763305664827342848/intimate-procedures)

Lee! Lizzy with Ler! Doll.

Summary: Lizzy gets Doll’s help with polishing her body, but she proves to be a little sensitive for it.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763202322587336704/the-weakness-of-being-known)

Lee! Saiki with Lers! Toristuka, Aiura and Akechi.

Summary: Toristuka tries to uncover the weaknesses of the Psykids. Akechi accidentally lets Saiki’s loose.

Gravity Falls:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730182338053636096/when-stars-meet-in-the-northwest)

Lee! Pacifica, Ler Mabel!

Summary: Mabel discovers that her girlfriend is ticklish and the rest goes as expected.

Steven Universe:

(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763709476491689984/new-sensations)

Switch! Perdiot with Switch! Lapis.

Summary: Perdiot and Lapis discover tickling and decide to test out the sensation on each other.

OC Tickles:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/766255424173408256/brothers-am-i-right)

Lee! Osmo, Ler! Cosmo.

Summary: While Osmo looks for her brother, her brother finds her first. Cosmo then proceeds to mess with her.

[angelatmidnight1]

Smile For Me

Hi, @supermarvel-fics! I'm your squealing Santa this year. It's my first time writing for the Scream series, but I really hope this fic is to your liking. I'm a big fan of the series myself :D. I hope you have a great holiday season and a wonderful 2024!

Word Count- 2,169.

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of death, and tickling.

Fandom- Scream (1996).

Pairing- Stu Macher x Reader (Friends to lovers- two characters falling in love and character A finds out character B is ticklish (ends in kissing and confessing) Characters are both 18 in this fic.

It’s been a string of dark days for Woodsboro, California, as the Ghostface attacks ravage the town. Stu distracts you from your worries by inviting you over to his place. What was supposed to be a chill night of movies turned into playful tickling and heartfelt confessions. 

Diiiiing!

High school didn’t usually dismiss at 9:00am. You didn’t crawl out of the warmth of your bed for two hours of instruction. But, these weren’t usual times. 

A killer was on the loose. People were going missing, lives were being lost. Woodsboro High couldn’t keep you safe. So, they sent everyone home with a strict curfew to be enforced in the evening.

Even in a crowd, you felt afraid. Ghostface could be anywhere. He could strike at any time. You didn’t even bother going to your locker. Instead, you were one of the first students in the hall, holding your backpack strap in a death grip. 

You walked as fast as your feet could take you. But, someone behind you was faster. 

Unlike you, Stu was thrilled to have a siesta from school. He burst out of his boring history class with a huge grin. He scanned the crowd for you and, when he saw you, he pushed his way forward. 

“(Y/N!)

In the commotion of the busy hallway, you didn’t hear him approach. So, when two strong arms hoisted you into the air, you screamed. 

“No, NO! Let me go!” Your limbs took on a mind of their own, flailing about violently. If Ghostface was gonna take you out, he’d have a fight on his hands. Stu yelped and, after getting clocked in the jaw, he immediately put you back down. 

“Hey, HEY! It’s just me!” Stu wailed. He rubbed his jaw, wincing. “Fuck, that hurt…”

You sighed an exasperated sigh. “Damn it, Stu.” You stepped towards him, closing the gap, and tenderly put a hand on his jaw. “You scared the hell outta me. I’m sorry.” 

For a moment, Stu’s eyes softened. The two of you had been friends since elementary school, and it wasn’t really a secret that he adored you. He made an agreement with Billy that they weren’t allowed to hurt you. Ever. You were his calm in the storm that he and Billy were bringing to Woodsboro. 

And, for you, Stu was your light in the darkness. The Ghostface attacks had you on edge. You hadn’t been sleeping well, lacked focus in class, and constantly looked over your shoulder. A part of you wished that Stu took the ordeal more seriously. But, a larger part of you was grateful that he still found ways to make you smile. He leaned into your hand and gave you a little pout.

“Sorry enough to come by my place tonight?” Stu’s pout turned into a bright, hopeful grin. “My parents won’t be home, and Randy hooked me up with some killer movies. All that’s missing is you~.”

He ended his statement with a poke to your nose. You smiled, playfully batting his hand away. Then, you released his jaw and sighed. 

“I don’t know, Stu. I’m tired.” You replied. Then, as if on cue, you yawned deeply. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of, well, ya know.” 

Stu nodded. But then, he gave you another bright smile, leaning his taller frame towards you. “That’s exactly why you should come over! Ghostface’s got nothing on me.” He bragged and flexed his muscles. “Look, I’m so buff, I’ll totally protect you, (Y/N).” 

You regarded him with a smirk. Then, you reached up to feel his bicep. Stu gasped and made a dramatic show of leaning into you. You tried to hold him up, but he was too heavy, and he nearly made you fall. You yelped and stumbled back into a nearby locker, scolding him without malice. 

“Stuhu!” You laughed and grabbed onto both of his arms to keep yourself upright. Stu snickered and hovered over you. He gently shook your hands off of his arms and took them into his own. He squeezed them affectionately, thumbs rubbing the top of your hands, and his blue eyes gazed into yours. 

“Let me protect you, alright?” He asked softly. You froze and held his gaze. There was a sudden warmth in his eyes, and you felt your cheeks heating up. After a beat, you nodded.

“Alright, if you really promise to protect me.” 

Although the safety of your home comforted you, you needed a distraction. And, Stu seemed happy to deliver. Stu confirmed this with a wide grin. 

“Awesome!” Stu cheered. He suddenly scooped you up, making you squeal, and carried you through the crowds. Once out of the school, he put you down, patting your back. “Come by at six tonight. Oh! And bring food! Can’t have a movie night without food.”

You smoothed out your clothes, returning his grin. Honestly, he could’ve gotten lost in that smile. “I’ll bring the best of Woodsboro’s culinary delights. You can count on it.” 

Stu whooped and did a fist pump. Then, with another laugh, the two of you parted ways. 

Burgers, fries, and sodas spelled the perfect night-in for you. Stu’s house wasn’t too far from yours, but your older brother insisted on dropping you off. You waved goodbye as he pulled off and carried the food to Stu’s door. You had to put the sodas down to knock on the door. Seconds later, the door opened, and Stu greeted you with a huge grin. 

“There you are! Right on time.” He gave you a quick hug and helped you bring the food in. Once inside his home, you felt your shoulders drop. You’d been over his home so many times, it brought you a sense of peace. A rarity in the current state of Woodsboro. You followed him to the living room and set the bags down. He did the same. Then, he turned to you, playfully pushing you back onto the couch. 

“HEY!” You caught yourself with your hands, snickering. Stu flopped beside you, and you lightly shoved his shoulder. “That’s how you treat someone who brought you food?” 

Stu chuckled and cozied up to you, putting his head on your arm. “Maybe.” He smirked. He reached forward to grab the remote and his fries. “Now, shhh! The movie’s starting.”

You rolled your eyes, but otherwise relented. 

Stu picked out a scary movie for the two of you to watch. His head was still resting on your arm and, despite your best efforts, you flinched at the jump scares. You shielded your eyes from any more scares, and Stu looked up at you curiously. He smiled. 

“D’aww, you’re kinda cute when you’re afraid.” He cooed. He poked your cheek, snickering as you reeled away from him. 

“Cut it out, I’m not cute.” You argued, keeping your eyes shielded. You moved your hands when you felt him shift under you. He sat straight up, suddenly poking your side. You slammed your arm to protect the area.  “Aha! Stu!”

“I don’t know,” he mused, now harboring a playful glint in his eye. “That’s the cutest little giggle I’ve ever heard. And you know what?”

You didn’t respond, but when you felt the couch cushion dip, you jumped to your feet out of instinct. Just in time too, because Stu had scooted closer to you, wriggling his fingers in the air. You giggled nervously, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Stu, don’t you dare-”

“Oh, I dare, (Y/N)!” He grinned mischievously. He made the conscious effort not to dip into his Ghostface voice. “I wanna hear that adorable giggle again.”

He shot up from his seat and lunged towards you. You yelped and narrowly dodged him. You ran behind the couch for cover and tried to run around it. But, Stu mirrored your movements, moving left and right with you respectively. “Where ya goin’~?”

“I’m gonna kill youhu-” You snickered and made the last minute decision to grab a pillow for self-defense. Stu’s eyes widened and, after a dramatic gasp, he covered his mouth with both hands. 

“You’re gonna kill me? With a pillow? Oh my god, have mercy!” Stu pretended to sound terrified. Then, he suddenly vaulted over the couch, easily ripping the pillow from your hands. “I don’t respond well to threats! Now, you’re gonna get it!”

You screamed and took off running. Stu’s grin widened; he loved a good chase. He stayed hot on your tail and chased you through the house. He easily caught up with you and, just before you could book it upstairs, he wrapped both of his arms around your waist. He dragged you back to the couch and tossed you onto it. 

“Baaad move, (Y/N)! You don’t run upstairs when someone’s chasing you!” He playfully chastised. He straddled your waist and poked at random spots on your torso. You squealed and bucked your hips, giggling frantically. “Haven’t you watched any movies?”

“Nohohoho!” You whined and wrestled with his hands. You managed to get a couple of pinches on his sides, making him squeal, but he was faster and stronger than you. He gathered your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head. Then, with his free hand, he alternated pinches along your hips. You arched your back and giggled harder. “Thihihis isn’t fuhuhuhny! Lehehet me gohoho!”

“Nope! No can do, I’ve gotta have those cute (Y/N)  giggles.” Stu snickered and suddenly reached up to spider his nails along your neck. “Give ‘em to me!”

You yelled and scrunched your neck. “NOHahahaha! Stuhuhu stahaha!” You protested and whipped your head around, trying to avoid his fingers. After a couple more scratches, his hand found your side, and he squeezed at it rapidly. You arched your back again. “STUHUHU!”

“(Y/N)~” He responded in a singsong voice. He scritched across your stomach to get to your other side. “Poor baby, does it tickle?”

“Yehehehes!” You whined and fell deeper into your giggle fit. “Plehehehehease stohohohop!”

“But I haven’t even tickled your armpits yet!” Stu argued. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, only to be met with a smug grin. “What? That wouldn’t be a bad spot, would it?”

“NO! Not there, Stu, plehehehease!” You started giggling again when he poked and prodded up your side. You squirmed, trying to roll away from you, but his weight on top of you kept you pinned to the cushions. “Plehehease nohohot thehehere!”

Stu smirked up at you, teasing your rib cage with his blunt nails. That was your second worst spot; you squirmed around more violently, gasping in between giggles. 

“Here I come, (Y/N)...” Stu taunted. He pinched at the spaces in between your ribs, earning short barks of laughter. “I’m gonna get you..”

You shook your head back and forth, laughing harder as he kept moving up. “Nahahaha dohohon’t!”

Stu’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Would you fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book? 

“Don’t what?” He asked, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. You snorted and pushed your head against his, making him chuckle. “Hmm~? Don’t what, buddy?”

“Tihihihihickle mehehehehe!”

No way. Stu switched to the other side of your neck to nuzzle. You pinched your eyes shut, now full-on laughing. “Well,” he breathed into your skin, making you laugh harder. “If you insist!”

Stu let go of your wrists and, in one fluid motion, plunged his wiggling fingers under your arms. You screamed and slammed your arms against your sides, which trapped his hands in place. 

“NOHAHAHA GEHEHEHT OHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHE!” You kicked your legs against the couch, your loud laughter filling up every corner of the room. “PLEHEHEHASE!”

“Listen to you, listen to that pretty laugh!” Stu laughed along with you and drilled his thumbs into your armpits. You squeezed your arms against your sides even more, falling deeper into a pit of laughter. “You’re such a cutie. Tickle, tickle, tickle, cutie pie.”

You blushed and writhed under him, laughing yourself silly. While tickling your armpits, Stu returned to nuzzling your neck. He blew quick raspberries into it when he felt especially mischievous. As much as you kicked and laughed, you weren’t going anywhere. It was the raspberries that pushed you into hiccupy laughter, and after one more raspberry, Stu stopped tickling you. 

You breathed heavily. Ticklish sensations still plagued you, so you were still very giggly. “Youhu’re suhuhch an ahahashole.”

Stu laughed. “You don’t mean that. You love me!” His eyes softened again as he looked at you; disheveled hair, a wide smile, those beautiful (e/c) eyes. “Right? Cause I’ve definitely got a thing for you, (Y/N).”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Your face spelled surprise, but somewhere in your heart, you already knew. “Really?”

Stu climbed off of you so that you could sit up. “Hell yeah, I do.” He repeated, patting a spot beside him. You obliged by scooting beside him, so that you were pressed against him. “Want me to prove it?”

That’s what you needed. Proof. Something sweet to seal the deal. You nodded. Then, wrapping an arm around you, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Deeply. 

You leaned up into that kiss and smiled. Stu smiled too. He’d kill to keep that smile on your face.

[natalies-ghost]

Listen, this woman is very tall and looks like she is strong, so it’s possible that she pins people down if she wants to but mainly when she needs to while she’s tickling them

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[messwritesstufff]

Laughably Bad

(TickleTober Day 29: Wake Up)

Summary: Billy falls asleep during a crappy movie

Pairing: Stuilly but like they don’t know it yet 🤔

Word Count: 401

A/N: it’s short and sweet, but I think it’s pretty decent :)

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The television screen flickered black and white, the sound of screaming and ghoulish effects blaring from its speakers as the cliché happenings unfolded on screen.

Stu had insisted that they watch this one movie, going on about how stupid it looked and how much fun it would be to make fun of it. Turns out, it wasn’t laughably bad, it was just, well… bad.

The plot was lacking, the characters were so moronic that it was painful, and Billy felt he could probably predict the whole movie without even finishing it.

Stu, for whatever reason, seemed hellbent on finishing the godawful film… but Billy could feel his eyelids growing heavy as the plot (barely) moved along.

Eventually, he just couldn’t stay conscious any longer and his body succumbed to sleep.

Stu’s attention was pulled from the movie when he heard soft snoring coming from beside him, and when he looked over, the shorter’s head was lolled to the side and his eyes were shut, lips slightly parted.

At first, Stu was gonna let Billy sleep because truthfully, he looked pretty cute like this.

But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t resist having some fun.

With a playful smile on his face, he turned his body towards his slumbering friend, lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers menacingly.

Suddenly, quick as lightening, he shot his hands towards the shorter boy’s sides, digging in with vigor.

Billy’s eyes shot wide open and he let out a squeal that he would be perfectly fine forgetting about.

“GAHAH- STU, WHAT THE HEHEHELL?!”

“Wakey, wakey, Billy! Falling asleep on me, huh? I’m wounded…”

The brunette started to squirm and writhe, now snapped out of his disoriented state.

“DAMN IT, STUHUHU, QUIT IHIHIT!!”

But Stu was having far too much fun to stop now. He started kneading at his friend’s hips, causing him to buck like a wild horse.

“SHIHIHIT! KNOCK IT OFF YOU M-MOHOHORON!!”

The taller boy snickered and increased the pressure, delighting in the snort that he received.

“You awake now?”

“DO I LOOK ASLEEP TO YOHOHOHOU?!”

Billy cackled, cheeks turning red.

Stu shrugged his shoulders and relented, watching Billy catch his breath.

The brunette looked up and tried to glare, though it was undermined by the silly smile that was stuck to his face.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re the one who keeps me around~”

And Billy couldn’t be bothered to argue.

[lokust]

If you guys don’t vibe w slashers, now is your time to scroll.

Hey @squeaky-n-blushy we both seem to enjoy murderous men being very gay and very lee, so maybe you’ll like this one, idk :)

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis tk headcanons

Starting with Billy

A LER

Not even slightly ticklish.

Pure fucking evil.

His tickles depend on what his lee (Stu) prefers.

But his FAVORITE methods are raspberries and nibbles.

Teasing.

Not necessarily baby talk but the whole “Aww… does that tickle?” thing where he pretends he feels pity for his lee but he feels absolutely no guilt.

Did we watch the movie? Mans will absolutely call himself the tickle monster and chase his poor lee around.

There is no escape.

You can run for ages, Stu, your ass is grass.

Likes to attack unexpectedly.

Also likes to get Stu all flustered and Lee around their friends.

Not even just around their friends, but in any situation where Stu will have to wait.

They’re out grocery shopping?

Billy’s gonna do his absolute best to get Stu in a lee mood just to watch him suffer all the way home.

Does that thing where he gets Stu all flustered when they’re around people, and he starts tapping his fingers on tables and making offhanded comments about having a tickle in his throat.

Just anything to get Stu flustered.

If Billy and Stu had cellphones, Billy would constantly text Stu about how bad he’s gonna get him when they go home.

Can be nice if Stu wants him too, but Stu usually wants to be absolutely wrecked.

He knows exactly what gets Stu flustered.

Likes to build up the anticipation before striking if he doesn’t just strike out of nowhere.

Does the thing where he lowers his hands towards one spot before pulling back at the last moment.

Stu will do his best to do anything Billy tells him, so Billy will absolutely tell him to keep his arms up or not laugh, and Stu will try his damndest.

Absolute softie for Stu and that’s just that.

He acts all evil and mean, but he loves to cuddle Stu.

Will wrap Stu up in his arms and give him back tickles so Stu can sleep peacefully.

When he’s feeling all lovey, he’ll cover Stu in tickly kisses and small raspberries.

Doesn’t like to go for the worst spot right away, but he does love to let Stu know that it’s coming.

Makes Stu play games just like they played in the movies.

Billy asks a question, and if Stu answers wrong, he gets tickled.

He answers right?

Well, he… still gets tickled.

Will absolutely leave the house and take the voice modifier with him, and then call Stu, and tease him all ominously in Ghostface’s voice.

Likes to use spidery tickles opposed to the rough squeezing tickles.

Yes, he gives Stu aftercare.

Gets him some water and wraps him up all snuggly before putting on Stu’s favorite show or movie, and then pulls Stu to him so Stu can take a nap.

Tries not to laugh along with his lee to keep up his evil monster role, but he just can’t hold back.

Completely unashamed about his ler moods, and he will definitely let Stu know just how much trouble he’s in when said ler mood rolls around.

Let’s talk about Stu!

Look at this sweet little murderous lee.

Wants to be tickled all the time.

Will absolutely bother the shit out of Billy to get tickled.

Was so obvious in his liking of it that it took Billy no time to figure it out.

He tries to keep up his goofy sarcastic act, but he just ends up turning into a giggly whining mess.

Knows that Billy isn’t ticklish, but he’ll still try, just to get Billy to retaliate.

Off topic, but he wants to cuddle all the fuckin time.

He knows he’s much taller than Billy, so he doesn’t mind restraints, but he definitely prefers being pinned down or held.

Has a super high pitched, cackle-y laugh.

Hiccups and snorts for days.

Remember how I said Billy likes to call himself the tickle monster?

Stu absolutely loves that.

Takes it as a challenge.

Will run from Billy and taunt him.

He’s all big and bad about it.

Until he’s caught.

Turns into an absolute baby when he’s caught.

His worst spot is under his arms.

His tummy is both a melt spot and a death spot depending on what kinda tickles Billy gives him.

If it’s quick spidery tickles? Stu’s dead.

Kisses and super light tickles that he can just barely feel? He’s gonna hide his face in a pillow, squirm and giggle a bit, and just let it happen.

Can’t handle raspberries or feathers.

Making him wait for tickles is like kicking a puppy.

He gets so flustered and huffy.

But he LOVES IT when Billy does that claw thing with his hand and just ever so slowly descends towards a bad spot with wiggly fingers.

What do his lee moods look like?

Like he just downed six Five Hour Energies at once.

He is so hyper and so bouncy, and he will not leave Billy alone.

No, he cannot say “the t-word”.

He blushes so easily.

If he somehow ends up in a lee mood that was unprompted by Billy while they’re out and about, he clings to Billy all embarrassed and shy and keeps whispering to Billy to ask when they can go home with that sad puppy look on his face.

As much as he loves being totally destroyed, he loves his sweet moments with Billy.

The moments where Billy does his best to snuggle all 6 foot 4 of him while showering him with tickly little kisses.

Yes, Stu is a romantic when it comes to Billy.

Once built up a week long lee mood without receiving any tickles and almost combusted.

That was the only time he did anything similar to asking for tickles

And his version of asking was wrapping his arms around Billy’s waist, dropping to his knees, crying very dramatically, and yelling “If you love me, you’ll know what I want”

Y’all I watched the movie.

He was so dramatic.

But that’s okay, we love him for who he is.

[angelatmidnight1]

Behind The Badge (Squealing Santa 2024)

Hi @scribblesandchai! I'm your Squealing Santa this year. I love the Scream series, particularly the 1996 movie, and I decided to try my hand at writing for Dewey Riley and Gale Weathers with the tickle fight prompt. I hope you like it and I hope you have a wonderful new year!

Fandom: Scream (1996)

Summary: After the Woodsboro murders, it’s hard to return to a sense of normalcy. Dating can become a distant memory when you serve as a first responder. In some ways, Dewey succeeded in keeping his community safe. But in other ways, Dewey believes he failed, since he couldn’t protect Tatum. Dewey cannot, will not, let that happen to his new girlfriend, Gale Weathers. He’s ever vigilant even when he’s off duty. Gale wants to bond with the man behind the uniform. It almost seems impossible…until she discovers that he’s ticklish. 

Word Count: 2,152.

Possible Warnings: Spoilers for the movie, and character death indirectly mentioned.

The small-town diner was alive with the clinking of coffee mugs and muffled laughter. Dewey Riley sat across from Gale Weathers, as stiff as his badge. Most people would jump at the chance to dine with the renowned reporter. But his mind was elsewhere. He sat over his lukewarm coffee with a tight jaw. 

And Gale, ever the observer, took in every detail of his posture. 

Dewey looked good in anything he wore. Then again, she wasn’t expecting him to wear his uniform on their date.  Somewhere nearby, a waiter dropped a plate, and the crash sounded throughout the diner. Both of them flinched. But, from the way his hand dropped to his waist, Dewey looked ready to draw his weapon. The Ghostface attacks were behind them, but not the aftermath. Gale cleared her throat.

“Dewey,” she said softly, “You’re safe. It was just a plate.”

He blinked a couple of times, eyes shifting to her. Then, he quickly looked away, taking a slow breath and putting his hand back on the table. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Old habits die hard.”

Gale gave an understanding nod. “I get it,” she said, her tone softening. “I’m sorry, D. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, no. It’s alright,” Dewey shook his head. He looked out at the people eating and chatting in the diner. “I haven’t been here since I was in high school.” 

Gale followed his gaze. Then, she gave him a small, hopeful smile. “Must feel like yesterday, huh?”

Dewey snorted quietly. “Something like that. Back then, this place was where we all came to unwind after a long week of school. Tatum, Randy, Stu- hell, even Billy. It was…simpler.”

A comfortable silence settled over them. Then, Gale said, “I know it’s not the same, but I’m glad this place’s still here. I’m glad you’re still here.”

For the first time tonight, Dewey smiled. “Thanks, Gale.”

Gale smiled too. She didn’t think she’d be able to get him to smile at all tonight. Wanting to savor the moment, she continued, “I bet you were all business back then too, huh? Let me guess. Hall monitor? Safety patrol?”

Dewey snickered. “Not exactly.”

Encouraged, Gale stood and rounded the table, cozying up beside him. “Oh no? Maybe you were the one causing the trouble. Starting fights, stealing lunch money. It’d make sense that you’d turn over a new leaf.”

He laughed at that. He folded his hands on the table, and his shoulders shook from laughing. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Well, if I’ve got it all wrong, why not set the story straight? Tell me something about the real you.” Gale giggled. She leaned up against his arm and prodded at his torso with a manicured hand. “And don’t hold out on me.”

Dewey jolted from the pokes and leaned away from her. Thankfully, in the busy diner, no one seemed to notice. “H-Hey! Gale!”

Gale rose a brow. Her eyes sparkled with sudden mischief.  “Oooh. I can’t say I’ve ever met a ticklish deputy.” 

“I doubt you walk up to a deputy and poke them,” he scoffed without malice. “Besides, I’m not ticklish. That was just a reflex.”

“Bull,” she snorted. “I just tickled you and you flinched. If that doesn’t spell ticklish, then what does?”

“It doesn’t spell anything.” He swiveled when Gale tried to poke him again, this time catching her hand. “Gale! Quit it!”

Gale grinned. “Interesting. Well, Deputy ‘Not-Ticklish’, I hope you don’t mind if I conduct a little investigation.”

“I thought we weren’t working tonight.” As Gale leaned on him, he tried to shield his torso with his arm, but was trapped between her and the wall. 

“Oh, this isn’t work,” she snickered. “This is personal research.”

Before she could tease him further, he lifted her hand to his lips. The gesture was soft, almost hesitant, his warm breath brushing her skin as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

For a moment, Gale froze, her retort caught somewhere between her mind and her lips. Her grin faltered—not because she didn’t like it, but because she hadn’t expected it.

Dewey lingered just long enough to look up at her, his boyish charm shining in the faintest smile. He was hoping—praying, really—that it would throw her off her game.

But Gale recovered quickly. Her grin came back, wider this time. “What was that?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Uh…” Dewey stammered as her free hand darted toward his ribs.

“Nice try, Deputy,” Gale teased, her fingers finding their mark. Dewey jolted again and let out a shout of laughter that now caught some people’s attention. The deputy’s face flushed red and he waved an apologetic hand. 

“S-Sohohrry,” he coughed out chuckles as he batted at her hands. He successfully caught them again and leaned into her to whisper. “If you don’t stop,” he began in a mock serious voice, “you’re gonna regret it.” 

“What are you gonna do?” She laughed. “Arrest me?”

“No, but I’ll have no choice to defend myself,” Dewey warned, smirking. 

She arched a brow, acknowledging the unspoken challenge. She rose from the table and mirrored his smirk with her own. “I’d like to see you try.”

Sure enough, the rest of their evening was filled with laughter. After they left the diner, they returned to Dewey’s home. It started out as a lighthearted argument about who’d get the last bite of dessert. The bickering took a turn when Gale seized Dewey’s sides and kneaded into them. 

“GAhaha! Gahahahle!” Dewey doubled over, clutching the brownie to his chest. He half heartedly batted at her hands with his free hand. “STohohahaha! It’s mihihihihne!”

“It’s half a brownie,” she snorted. “Besides, whatever happened to ladies first?” She dug her thumbs into his tummy before he could get a good grip on her hands, and he shrieked. “Hand it over, D.”

Dewey refused. Instead, he let the container tumble to the floor and whirled around, wriggling his fingers into her stomach in turn. Gale yelped and dissolved into giggles. She abandoned her tickle attack to wrestle with his hands. 

“Fahaha! AH! N-Nohoho, dohon’t you—” Gale’s squealing protests intermingled with her loud giggling as she battled with the deputy. He dropped his hands to her hips and squeezed. She cursed and laughed, and Dewey carefully led down on the floor to continue his attack. 

Dewey kneeled over her, skittering his fingers across her waist before returning to her hips. “Told you I’d get you back,” he grinned. He worked his thumbs in circular motions against her hip bones. “What’s wrong? You were so confident a minute ago.”

Gale thrashed beneath him, laughter spilling uncontrollably from her lips. “D-Dehehewey! Y-You—ohmygahAH!—you CHEAT!” she shrieked, trying to twist away.

“Cheat?” Dewey echoed with a laugh of his own. You’re the one who started this whole thing. I’m just finishing it.”

 Feeling a surge of confidence, Dewey moved away from her hips and jumped to her sides. The woman squealed and twisted, laughing loudly. She didn’t make it easy for him to keep her down; she kicked, bucked, and chased after his hands with her own. His hands scampered up to her armpits and she slammed her arms down.

“THEHE HEHELL YOUHU ARE!” Gale threw her head back and cackled. She kicked even more and, not wanting to take a leg to the groin, Dewey sat on top of them, careful not to put his full weight on her. He scribbled into her armpits with more purpose, fingertips scritching into the hollows.

“I think I am.” Dewey chuckled along with her and continued tickling her armpits. Now, not worried about getting kicked, he was able to tickle her with ease. He dropped one of his hands back to her side and squeezed a few times, returning to her armpit immediately after. He wore this sweet, yet mischievous smirk. He hadn’t had a fun moment like this in what felt like forever. For a moment, he didn’t have to look over his shoulder or go to sleep worrying about his loved ones. All he needed to focus on was winning the tickle war that Gale started.

And Gale wasn’t finished yet. 

Despite her loud cackling, and despite being pinned down, she was still determined to win. In one more last ditch effort, she twisted her body sharply. Dewey, not expecting the sudden shift, had to catch himself with his hands so he didn’t fall on top of her. 

“Whoa! Sh﹘no! Gale! NAhaha!”

Before he could recover, she latched her fingers onto his ribcage. Still winded, she gently pinched over the bones and ran her nails in between the spaces. Dewey yelled and rolled onto his back, trying to fend off her hands while laughing frantically. 

“NOHOhohoho! W-Wahahahait!” Dewey arched his back and howled as she continued clawing at his ribs. She moved her hands quickly, too quick for him to get a good grip on them, and he bucked more whenever her hands ventured too close to his stomach. “GAHAHALE!”

“Oh no, you’re not backing out now,” Gale asserted, dropping her hands to squeeze over his hip bones. She giggled as he snorted and shook his head. She swirled her thumbs against the bones and he thrashed some more. “Thought you weren’t ticklish, D.”

“I’m nahahahahahahat!” Dewey lied and turned onto his side, batting at her hands. Gale snickered and suddenly jumped to his stomach. 

“Liar.” Gale spidered her nails up and down his tummy, laughing at his high pitched scream. He flopped back onto his back, and she scooted up to pin his arms down with her knees. 

“GAHAHAHA! Gahahahle, nohohohoho!” With his arms pinned, his laughter took on a more desperate note, and he thrashed underneath her. Gale’s teasing grin softened; his laughter, albeit loud, was rich with snorts and squeals. It was endearing to hear and, given what he had to go through during the Ghostface attacks, it was most likely a new rarity for him. She doubled down on her efforts, nails creeping underneath his shirt to tickle over bare skin. Dewey howled. “STOHOHOHOHOP!”

“You’re so ticklish, Dewey,” Gale cooed, smirking down at him. “How could you lie about that?” She pressed her thumbs into the sides of his tummy and swirled them repeatedly. Dewey threw his head back, laughing even harder. 

“I’M SOHOHOHOHRRY!” Dewey wailed, trying to squirm away, but his attempts were futile. Gale kept his arms pinned down to the floor, and the laughter weakened him. “Gale, please-”

Gale slowed her attack and pretended to think. Her fingertips stroked along his belly and circled his belly button, keeping him in a consistent giggle fit. “Hmm, I don’t know,” she hummed. “Between you lying to me and keeping the brownie from me, I think I’m owed a little justice here.”

“I already s-said I’m sorry,” he stammered, pausing in between words to giggle. Gale leaned down to peck his lips, and his already reddened face turned redder. 

“I hear you,” she pecked his lips again, and she felt him momentarily relax under her. “And yet, justice still needs to be served.”

Dewey’s eyes widened and before he could fully process it, Gale’s nails were skittering against his tummy again. He yelped and dissolved into another wave of frantic giggles. 

“Youhuhu can tahahake the brownie!” Dewey squealed and squirmed side to side. He inadvertently snorted as she skittered her nails around and under his belly button. “TAHAHahahake it!”

Oh, I will,” Gale said with a triumphant grin, “Right after you’ve served your sentence, deputy~.”

From there, Dewey’s laughter picked up to cackles and she continued tickling his stomach. She pinched, prodded, and scribbled over his skin until his laughter sounded more like wheezes and snorts. She eased off of him after a few minutes and leaned over to pick up the brownie container. 

Dewey breathed heavily, covering his red face with his hands. He was still giggling quietly and the blush stretched all the way to his ears. “You are evil, Gale.”

“No, not evil. Thorough.” She grinned and plopped back down on his legs. She opened the brownie container and broke the treat in half. “Here.”

Dewey propped himself up on his elbows and took the brownie half. They both ate their piece in comfortable silence though, for some reason, he was still smiling. Gale regarded him curiously, chuckling.

“What?” She asked, licking the small bit of chocolate off of her fingers. He jumped a bit, as if caught, and shook his head. 

“Nothing. Just been a while since I laughed like that.” He admitted, his smile turning softer, even shyer. Gale smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“You’re welcome,” she giggled. “Laughing looks good on you.”

Dewey finished his brownie and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close. His shy smile turned cheekier as he met her eyes. “I think it looks better on you.”

[natalies-ghost]

Characters: lee!y/n,ler!sam

Context: After a recent attack with Ghostface, you end up with blood all over you but luckily Sam is willing to help you get cleaned..

Warnings: mentions of dried blood

A/N: cat!y/n, and also this is my first fic as a writer

After Dark

The sky was darkened by the time she got home with you from the hospital, Tara closely followed behind the two of you but still struggled due to her injuries, most of them were healed by now

But that didn’t mean all of them did so the poor girl still had to use her crutches until they fully did, so for now she was stuck with using them currently

As soon as you made it inside of the Carpenter sisters house, you immediately flopped your small body onto the couch out of exhaustion and overstimulation,

She chuckled before she turned to her little sister with concern as she spoke, obvious worry laced in her voice, “you ok, Tara?”

the older brunette said as Tara looked up at her sister and hugged her,

Her eyes flickered with concern and worry as she gently and carefully took her sister to her room, she gave you one last glance before she left

when she left, you didn’t exactly leave the couch, in-fact you continued to lay there, taking slow breaths to regain your energy and relax before she returned to the room as you yawned tiredly which she found adorable

The only problem was that you were pretty much covered in blood everywhere, she knew how ticklish you were and trying to do anything like that wouldn’t be easy when it came to you so she just did what she could at the moment

she approached you carefully and picked you up, carried you to her room

When y’all got there, she gently placed you down on the ground and picked up a brush before she got on top of you and straddled your hips, ”Sam…” you attempted in trying to get her not to do it but she didn’t clearly listen as she put the brush on the blood near your stomach and softly started scrubbing carefully there

“Sorry..” She apologized but she couldn’t exactly stop until you were fully cleaned up and didn’t have any blood left on you, after all there was no way Sam would allow you to walk around looking like.. well how you currently looked right now

“although, you kinda asked for this y’know? by how much of a brat you were being earlier.” you felt your face heat up when she brought that up but was too busy giggling to answer although it sounded more like a statement rather than a question..

“was nohohohot!!” was all you managed to giggle out before she moved the brush over to your hips, causing you to squirm a lot more in desperate attempts to get away from her touch but Sam wasn’t gonna let this slide that easily as the older girl put the brush aside and started to slightly trail her fingers up and down your sides “oh? so you weren’t being a total brat when you had me chasing you around the house all because you didn’t want to get cleaned?”

In this moment you just wished she would just stop teasing you already but knowing her, she was quite merciless especially when it came to her getting her well deserved revenge “sahahahaham! plehehehasee!!” you squealed out through your childish giggles that kept flowing out constantly without stopping

“aww, can’t take it little kitty?” She teased, dipping her fingers into your armpits which was a bad spot that made you shriek immediately into helpless, uncontrollable laughter “PLEHEHEASEE!! I’LL BEHAHAHVE!”

that’s when she let up, getting off of you to give you a break to calm down, you panted after being the unexpected tickle attack that you received by the older girl “t-that was unnecessary..” Sam smirked at this, raising one eyebrow and poked your side once more in to which you shrieked, “don’t act all innocent little one, you asked for it.”

you shook your head but didn’t dare to protest against the thought, I mean you technically were asking for it..