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Happy Holidays @silverclaw23 !! I'm your Squealing Santa!! (Sorry this is a bit late, I got nuked by covid last week when I meant to finish it dkhhjfdgj

It was fun revisiting these characters! I haven't drawn them in a while hehe

I hope you have the happiest holidays and the most blessed new year!!

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Happy holidays @gladdygirl18 !! I’m your @squealing-santa 🎅

Here’s Jotaro and Kakyoin with the prompt “tickle fight” and someone is clearly winning 🤭

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Start Your Enjins (Gachiakuta) ❄Squealing Santa❄

HEY! :D It is I, Squiggily, bringing you a present, @stopiteatpopcorn! Muahahhahaha! >:D I am your Squealing Santa this year! I see you're a fan of Gachiakuta (great taste all around!) and wanted to make you a little sweet treat with our favorite dorks Rudo and Enjin! Forgive me if these two are a little OOC- it's admittedly been a second since I've had time to watch the show, but I hope you like it all the same! :D Merry Christmas!

Prompt: Rudo/Enjin (Platonic)- Chase/Game scenario

Summary: Rudo makes a thoughtless comparison regarding Enjin's looks. To the man himself! What follows can only be described as pure chaos for the pale haired boy. (Word Count: 1.1k)

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Enjin had that look on his face again. The kind that all but defined danger, the kind that sent shivers across Rudo’s skin and got his heartrate accelerating by the minute.

That kind of look Alto would sometimes get before he-

Oh God. Oh God.

The older man bent slightly at the waist, hands resting against his knees as his eyes locked onto Rudo’s widening ones. His expression remained, dangerous and unyielding. He spoke only one single word.

“Run.”

Rudo took off like a bolt of lightning, a screech ripping from his throat as he twisted to the door. He nearly knocked Zanta out of the way in his escape, taking the turn too hard and bruising something in the process. He didn’t care- the pain could wait, he needed to go.

Behind him, he could hear Enjin’s cackles following closely. The older man was enjoying this- just the absolute delight that dripped from his words made it obvious. “What’s wrong Rudo? Scared I’m gonna getcha?” He sounded so far now, but Rudo knew the second he turned around, the gap would be closed. He couldn’t look back!

….He dared a peek.

Enjin’s face was a mere centimeters away.

“AHH!” He screamed so loud he threw himself off balance, going tumbling to the ground. He tried to roll, hoping he’d find footing. His high pitched attack seemed to give him just a few moments as Enjin stumbled, a hand on his ear and laughter getting wheezier.

 “N-No! No, get away!” He cried, backing up the best he could as the smiling devil closed in like a predator. “Wait! Wait, Enjin please! I’m not ready!”

“Sorry- a little late for that I fear.” Enjin all but purred, grabbing Rudo’s leg and pulling him forward. The teen squealed and tried clawing at the ground. “You knew exactly what you were doing back there. Don’t start acting like none of that was on purpose.”

“I-I’m sorry!” Enjin had him flipped on his back, capturing his wrists with one hand. Pinned and exposed, he saw his life flash before his eyes; all the things he wished he’d done, things he regretted saying and not saying. “I’m sorry, I'll take it back! I promise I will take it back!”

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, kid.” The blonde pinned his legs with one of his own, voice grim. “Sorry doesn’t carry much weight around these parts. You’ve wounded me pretty deep. Now you must pay.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so-ohohhohhoohohhrry!” The teen’s pleas melted into desperate giggles when Enjin dug a single finger into his side, right below his ribcage. He twitched at the feeling, his arms pulling sharply at Enjin’s grip as he tried hiding his growing smile with his arm. “Eehehheenjin, I’m so sohohohohohorry!”

“So desperate for me to forgive you, eh? Warms my cold dead heart.” Enjin laughed alongside him, bringing a second finger in. Then a third. Before long, he had all five fingers gently digging into his ribs, making his squirms increase and his giggle fits raise in volume. “Shame that’s not enough to save you. Now- who looks like a lizard monster?”

“Ehehahahahhahaha! Buhuhut yoohohohu kihihinda dooh-Wahahahait, wahhahit, wahahait I lied! I’m sohoho-EHEHEHHE!” Rudo all but screamed when Enjin squeezed his side, pressing his thumb in. “WHAHAIT EHEHENJIN LEHEHEMMEE THIHIHINK!”

“Nah. Lizards don’t have that kind of patience.” Enjin adjusted his pose so he could pin Rudo down with his legs, releasing his hands so he could grab both his ribs. The teen all but howled with laughter at that, arching like a bow as he grasped at Enjin’s wrists. “Or maybe they do- they got to hunt and whatnot. Say, am I a poisonous lizard or just one of those dumb ones? Come on- make your argument!” He snickered as he curled his fingers, spreading them out and leaving not a single spot untouched.

“I cahhahahan’t! I cahahhana’t- I cahahhahahan’t thihiihhink! Ehehehenji-EHEHEHIN!” Rudo kicked against the ground like a child having a tantrum, squirming about as his face flushed a bright cherry red. “EHEHEHENJIN! EHEHENJIN I CAHHAHAN’T BREHAHHAHTHE!”

“Whoa there.” Enjin stopped immediately, hands still on his sides as he let Rudo gasp for air, a touch of concern coloring his smile. “You good?”

“Whoohohoa..whohohoaa..whooooohohoho..” He nodded, covering his face with his gloved hands. Eventually, he felt himself start to think again, wondering just what to do. He could easily tell Enjin he was done, but…

Making a decision, he peeked up at him through his fingers. “You’re one of the duhuhmb ones.” He giggled, unable to keep a straight face. Enjin’s expression went from worried to outrage, jaw dropping and brows tilting like a cartoon villain. He was so expressive! “One that wahahits to get eaten!”

“Oh hell no- you mean that?” He grabbed Rudo’s sides again, tickling a little faster and nearly sending him to the galaxy. “The dumb kind waiting to be eaten! I thought for sure you’d at least say I look like a Charmander, but nooooo!”

“Thehehehen fihihihine! Yohohoohu’re chahahahrmahhahander! Eheheha, the lahahahazy one- EHEHEHEHEEE!” He all but wailed when Enjin tickled his armpits, shooting his hands out and pushing on his grinning face. “Stahahhaap, stahhahaap, pleahahahse! I thihihink you’re coohohohol! I THIHIHINK YOOHOHUR COOL NOW STHAHAHP!”

“Gehehahaha! That’s what I thought!” Enjin cackled as he sat back, finally climbing off the giggly teen and stretching his back with a low groan. “Ugh, my back. I’m getting old.”

“Rehehal old!” Rudo called out, spasming backwards before Enjin could tickle him again. “Ehehe, kidding! I’m kihihidding..eh. Did I really hurt your feelings when I called you that?” He suddenly asked, looking up at the blonde as he dug for a cigarette. “A lizard, I mean.”

“Pfft- please! A grown man like me, being hurt by that?” Enjin wheezed out smoke as he threw an arm around Rudo’s shoulders, giving him a shake. “I’ve been called everything under the sun, kid. Being called a dumb lazy lizard is the least of my worries.”

Rudo figured, but it was still reassuring to hear. He lightly shoved at Enjin, laughing through coughs as he fanned away the smoke. “Hah, yeah. Hey…are you ticklish, Enjin?” He looked up at him curiously, the hand pushing at the blonde’s side curling gently.

Enjin nearly choked on his smoke, jerking away and grabbing Rudo’s hand. “Kid, I swear.” He glared down at the widening grey eyes shining with mischief. “You want me to tickle you, again?”

“Maybe next time!’ Rudo quickly shot up, running off and leaving Enjin snickering.

“Maybe next time, then.” Enjin blew a cloud of smoke free, smiling from ear to ear. So the kid wanted to play again. He had something to look forward to, now.

Thanks for reading!

[duckymcdoorknob]

Ohhh Dessieeeeee!! Taking attendance for the second year in a row hehe!

Happy holidays, my friend!

I took your request and kinda spun it into a very not your request??? In a good way, of course! Instead of just Sakura and Umemiya, the babiest boy gets got by just about everyone.

Feat evil Ler Suo.

And thank you to @squealing-santa for the opportunity to participate in such a fun event!

Cheat Codes

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: None

Warnings: tickles. Foot tickles. Multiple Lers. Intense(ish) toward the end!

Prompt: Sakura’s never played Smash Bros in his life. How did he get so damn good in an hour?!

Tags: @fanfic-chan, @squealing-santa, @ticklish-n-stuff, @adrienisweird, @chibisstuff, @nervousswitch, @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo.

“Aaaaaand this is going to help us bond… how?” Sakura mumbled, leaning against his empty kitchen counter.

“Everyone can use company, Sakura!” Nirei cooed, placing down a bag of groceries onto the countertop. “Besides, we all figured that you were super lonely when you were sick, so we’re here to un-lonely you!” He pulled his blonde strands into a teeny-tiny little ponytail at the top of his head.

“Some things just aren’t able to be helped, Little Sakura,” Suo hummed, putting a soft hand on his head.

The half-and-half boy, in turn, growled, shaking the redhead’s hand off. “I’m not little! We’re the same age!”

Hiragi and Umemiya were the next to arrive to Sakura’s… quaint apartment. Hiragi was awkwardly carrying a television through the door? Umemiya held up a Switch, and suddenly things made sense.

They were going to play video games… wicked.

“Heyyyyyy, kiddos!” Umemiya chirped, placing the gaming console on the ground next to the TV. One by one, with a very dad-like grunt, he would pick up the boys in a tight hug.

Nirei was mid-slice of carrots when he was hugged from behind and hoisted. He giggled like a child. “Umemiya! Careful!”

“What’cha cookin’, kid?” the older male inquired, setting the boy down and draping himself across his shoulders.

“Making yakisoba for all of us.”

“Ooooh. Sounds yummy,” he hummed. “And look at you with your hair up! The ladies would just be all over you!” Umemiya made cooing sounds as he pinched at Nirei’s ears, resulting in flustered giggles from the blonde.

Suo was next. As he helped Hiragi set up the gaming system, he was suddenly scooped like a bride. He subconsciously kicked his feet with a tiny gasp. “Hello, Umemiya.”

“Suoooooooo. You’ve been taking care of yourself, right, kid? Not just worried about everyone else, yeah?”

The redhead sighed dismissively. “I’ve got to get this hooked up if we want to play games.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“I—“ he exhaled with that polite smile of his. “Of course I have; it’s just that sometimes, others need my help more than I need rest.”

“Oh! My dear pupil! You wound me so!” The oldest cried out. He cradled Suo to his chest like a baby, gently humming the lullaby song to him.

Sakura scowled. What a dork

That scowl was replaced by a rather manly yelp when he was swept off of his feet and thrown over Umemiya’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Put me down!” he cried. When the white-haired male began to spin him, he pounded his fists against his back. “Umemiya!”

Hiragi huffed with a grin. “Alright, Umemiya, put the kid down.”

“Awwww! But why?!”

“First, he looks nauseous as shit. Second, we got the console set up.”

With a groan from the older male, Sakura was back on his feet. He sat down next to Suo with a huff and crossed his arms. When Suo patted his head, he shot him a glare.

“Hey, Sakura,” Hiragi hummed, “Y’ever play Smash Bros?”

“Heard of it,” he replied. “Never actually played it.” The boys turned to look at him as if he were a space alien. Even Nirei looked up from his vegetable chopping to gape at him. “What?” he asked, confused by their incredulous looks. His patience shortly wore thin. “Okay, what?! Is it like some rite-of-passage game? I bet you’ll shit yourselves when I tell you that I can’t play chess either!”

Suo turned to him with a Cheshire grin. “Now, young Sakura, we are going to teach you the ways of the gamer.”

The boy snorted. “Oh yeah, sure. Like I need to know how to wear the same hoodie for five days straight and shower once every two months.”

Hiragi snorted at that, clapping a heavy hand on Sakura’s shoulder. “Nah, kid. This is just like the party game ever.”

“Wrong,” Nirei called from the kitchen; he hadn’t even turned to look at them, as he was caramelizing onions on the stove. “The party game ever is Mario Party.”

“Wrong again,” Umemiya chimed. “Wii Sports is the way to go.”

“Absolutely not,” argued Suo. “The best one is totally Carnival Games.”

There was a collective groan from all of the boys except Sakura. Hiragi scoffed. “Do you want someone to throw a book at you?”

“Barker is SUCH a bitch, dude!” Nirei cried. There was a subsequent, loud sizzle from the pan in the kitchen.

“Careful now, don’t singe your eyebrows off,” Suo hummed.

Sakura felt like he was missing something again…

A small controller was put into his hand. It was blue, and it had four buttons and a joystick. How simple…

“So, first, you pick who you want to be,” Umemiya hummed, taking a seat next to the boy. “My favorite to play is Kirby. He’s a little hard to get used to because of the timing.”

“Teach him to play Pikachu. He’s like the easiest,” Hiragi mused.

“No way! Teach him to be Lucas! That’s my main!” Nirei chirped. Sakura couldn’t help but grin when the blonde sneezed. At least the food was getting seasoned.

“Of course you play Lucas,” Suo grumbled.

“And who do you two main?” Nirei huffed, stirring the contents of the pan.

“Palutena, duh,” Hiragi reported proudly.

Suo sat next to Umemiya, putting the oldest male in the middle. “Sora main here.”

“Booooo DLC player!” the silver-haired male chided, wrapping his arm around the boy’s neck. “Pay-to-win, Pay-to-win!” he cooed.

Suo’s visible eye rolled, and he snorted. “Paying only gets me the character. It’s the skill that sells it.”

“I wanna be this guy!” Sakura interrupted. “He looks cool.” Hovering his “P2” icon over the character, the boy looked at the rest of the group.

Hiragi gaped at him. “You wanna be…”

“Mister Game and Watch…?” Suo asked.

“What’s wrong with him?!” The half-and-half boy barked, a blush creeping onto his face. “He’s so cool! He’s old-fashioned gaming!”

Umemiya grinned at him. “You’re right. He’s based off of the first ever Nintendo console, the Game and Watch. He was the first video game character to ever exist.”

Sakura’s eyes lit up. “I wanna play him!”

“Game and Watch it is,” Umemiya hummed.

The boys showed Sakura the ropes, and as expected, the young man greatly enjoyed himself. What they were not expecting was how fast he excelled.

“How the hell did you take two stock already?!” Hiragi yelped, fiddling with his joystick in a panic.

“His down smash demolishes. And I can edgeguard with neutral B,” the boy chimed.

“You talk like you’ve been playing this game for years,” Nirei noted.

“Your noodles are boiling over,” Hiragi grumbled at the sound of the bubbling pot.

Game after game, Sakura continued to absolutely destroy his friends in the game. Not a single one of them could defeat him. Even after changing characters, the half-and-half male still managed to steal stock after stock from them.

Now, it was him against Suo for a final deathmatch. Infinite stocks, 10 minutes time, total chaos.

Umemiya watched the screen with a delighted, soft smile. His baby brothers were really getting along, and it warmed his heart to see Sakura enjoying himself.

Delighted and frantic war cries filled the room. They were neck and neck. When one person would take a stock, the other would match it. Each boy was giving it his all, and both were at a stalemate within the first minute.

Soon, Sakura had the up on Suo, and Umemiya was truthfully getting tired of the same narrative over and over again.

Experimentally, he poked a single finger against Sakura’s foot. The boy merely twitched, curling his toes up. When they un-scrunched, he waited for Sakura to charge up a strong attack before he skittered his fingers over it.

“What are you— ngh! D-Doing?!” he yelped, jerking his foot away.

“Nothin’!” chirped the older boy.

“Don’t screw with me. I’m about to beat Suo’s ass!”

“Hardly! We’re one stock apart from each other!” the redhead argued.

“Boys! Don’t argue,” the white-haired male chided. “You’re both the winners in my heart!”

Sakura made a gagging noise, and Suo’s visible eye rolled. Umemiya glared at the two before sneaking a pinch to Suo’s side and a squeeze to Sakura’s kneecap.

For Suo, his response was a small jolt and a death glare.

Sakura on the other hand…

“DON’T!” he exploded, yanking his knee away. His features softened when he realized everyone stopped to stare at him. “S’just a sensitive part of me… Don’t touch it; that’s all.”

Sensitive, hm? He’s sensitive there… Now, Umemiya was not born last night. What Sakura needed to say, but was unable to, is that he was ticklish there. His knees are not sensitive; they’re ticklish.

“Ah, I see,” Umemiya hummed. “You’re ticklish,” he informed bluntly.

Sakura let out a strangled squeak when he was pinched again. “I— I am not!”

“Are.”

“Not!”

“Aaaaare!”

“Nohohohohot!”

Suo grinned evilly when the oldest’s fingers continuously prodded around the half-and-half boy’s right knee.

“Dohohohon’t tihihihickle mehehehehe!”

“Don’t tickle you? But Sakura, you just said you weren’t ticklish! Why would you mind?”

“Ahahahahasshohohohole!”

“Oh! How cruel!”

“Stahahap! Yohohohou’re dihihihistrahahactihihing mehehe!”

Shooting a wink to Suo, Umemiya only continued.

Despite the handicap of his knee being squeezed, Sakura still managed to keep his lead through giggles and jolts of his body. He couldn’t help but blush deeper when he noticed Hiragi watching him with a sweet grin. He was down to the final minute; he could do this!

“Stay on it, kid! It would be a cryin’ shame if you were to… lose focus.” Umemiya’s hands traveled up to squeeze at Sakura’s thighs, his touch unrelenting. “Don’t lose it!”

“Gngh— bahahahastahahahard! Nohohohoho!” he squealed, squirming.

“Hmmm… I thought you weren’t ticklish, Sakura?” the oldest cooed. “This is such an oddity. I wonder what’s happening.”

“Dohohohohon’t! Stahahahahap!”

“Don’t stop? Oh, so you want to lose? Is this like a… giving up control thing? Y’know, my therapist says—“

“Nohohohoho!” Sakura’s character splatted against the screen, and a pillar of lightning followed. He had lost a stock, damn it! “Stohohohop dihihihistrahahahactihihihing mehehehe! Bahahahastard!”

“Sounds like a skill issue, Little Sakura,” Suo cooed, poking the boy in the side.

“Ughhhhh! Stahahahap ihihihit! Yohohohou two suhuhuhuck!” Sakura whined. His laughter grew in pitch when he felt skittering fingers on his foot

Hiragi was grinning evilly, his free hand around the half-and-half boy’s ankle, his other hand tickling his foot with precision. Now within the final seconds of the match, the boys were tied. Suo had the upper hand because of this cheating! But Sakura was determined to keep his streak alive. He focused his attention into a down smash slam… followed by a side B—

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHON’T!” he cried. Umemiya’s squeezing hands traveled up to his ribs and prodded around. “NONONONONOHOHOHOHOHO!”

The oldest smiled beamingly. “Don’t lose, kid! Keep it going!”

“UHUHUHUMEHEHEHEMIHIHIHIYAHAHAHA! HIHIHIRAHAHAHAGIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHO!”

Five… four… three… two…

“Shit!”

“No!”

“How did he—?!”

“GAME!”

“YEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHES!”

“That little shit.” Suo grumbled. He tossed his controller to the side and tackled the giggling Sakura to the floor—though, there wasn’t very far for him to travel. Umemiya and Hiragi let go with surprised chuckles. “So, Little Sakura, how’d you manage to cheat?”

“Cheat?! It was you three cheating! I could’ve easily whooped your ass into next Sunday if you weren’t t-tick… t-tickl—distracting me!”

“Ohhhh, distracting you, hm?” the redhead teased. “Don’t you mean tickling you?”

“I see; I see,” Hiragi hummed. “He was mad that we tickled him.”

“Oohoohoo!” Umemiya cooed. “Little Sakura can’t handle the word tickle!”

“I guess so. Look at how red he gets when we say the world tickle around him,” Suo observed.

The white-haired male couldn’t help but giggle at Sakura’s increasing blush. “Mhm. Mhm. How curious… I’m just tickled by this information.

“Shut up; shut up; shut up!” The boy whined. “You three are terrible! Nirei’s my only friend now!”

The blonde let out a little cheer from the kitchen.

“What I think is that you need to tell us how you managed to get so good in only an hour,” Hiragi said with a death glare.

Suo’s hold on him got a bit tighter. “We have our ways.”

Hold on… Were they gonna hurt him…?! They were just having fun and being—

“Relax,” the redhead whispered as he held Sakura’s arms over his head. He shifted to sit on his hands. “We would never hurt ya’, Little Sakura.”

Before he could relax, Suo dug into his underarms without mercy. “WAITWAITWAIT NAHAHAHAHAO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERERE!” he squealed, kicking his legs.

Umemiya grabbed onto his knees and squeezed both of them, cooing at him. “Ooooh tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! You’re so precious!”

As if he couldn’t have been more embarrassed! A blush formed at his neck as he screamed in laughter.

“GUHUHUHUYS!”

Suo smiled sweetly at him: a rare, genuine sight. “Hmm?”

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!”

“I’m sure it does,” the redhead chimed. “Why, I’d be down for the count if I was being tickled riiiiight here!” Giving the half-and-half boy a break by moving his fingers to his neck.

In turn, Sakura’s laughter died to gentle giggling once more, as Umemiya had picked up on the signal and moved down to run his fingers up and down the boy’s calf. He wriggled slightly, his body merely twitching in response.

“You’ve been carrying so much on your shoulders… Why don’t you just lay back and laugh for a while?” Suo’s whispered voice in his ear caused a warm vibration to spread from his head to his toes. His blush spread to his ears and face now.

He nodded.

The redhead shot Hiragi a knowing look, and soon enough, there were skittering fingers on Sakura’s feet again.

The half-and-half boy lay there giggling like a child. His eyes were squeezed shut in mirth, and his body jittered from the tickly feeling. Daresay, he was… enjoying it. The gentle treatment went on for minutes, and his giggling was rather cheerful.

At least, until Umemiya decided that he had had enough of a break.

Sakura felt Suo getting off of his wrists, the other murmuring something about “not wanting to trap him.” As he went to sit up, to curse out his friends, he was pushed back to the floor with a heavy weight on his hips.

“So… you gonna tell us how you did it?” asked the eldest, a terrifying calmness on his face.

Giggles started flooding out of him like routine. His hands, now free—albeit trembling—shot up to grip his senior’s wrists.

The two held intense eye contact until Umemiya’s lips curled into a sweet smile. “Oh, kid. You’re just too cute.”

And then, Sakura felt two hands on his sides and tummy like lightning. He didn’t even get a chance to react! His hips bucked upward as a strangled yelp left his lips, all before he dissolved into sweet laughter. “Nohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes. See, when the head of Bofurin asks you a question, Sakura, it’d be wise of you to answer,” Suo chirped, sitting cross-legged with that patient, polite smile of his.

The half-and-half boy couldn’t even keep his grip on Umemiya’s wrists, especially not when they traveled up to his ribs. Sakura’s laughter grew in volume, his tummy quivering in the cold air as his shirt rode up.

Innocently, Suo’s two fingers crept up his side like walking limbs. They strolled along his sides and traced torturous circles along the bare skin before pinching around his belly button. The boy tossed his head back and cackled loudly when a finger dipped inside.

“Such stamina,” Hiragi praised. “I wonder what’ll make you crack.”

“I know,” Umemiya chirped, “but our little friend here is enjoying himself; I can tell; best not to tucker him out so fast!”

And all good things, as beautiful and sweet; as torturous and breath-stealing; as giddy and exciting as they may be, must come to an end. Despite his enjoyment, it would be Haruka Sakura who would end his own merriment.

“Ihihihi cahahahan tahahahake ihihihit!”

Tsk tsk tsk… poor baby.

So confident…

All of that confidence melted away when Umemiya’s hands shot up under Sakura’s arms without warning. His back arched off the ground and thrashed madly, trying to escape. The white-haired male’s fingers followed wherever he would attempt, leaving no opportunity for escape.

Suo continued his soft treatment of the boy’s stomach, utilizing gentle prods and tracing over anything else. As the tummy beneath his fingers would jolt and twitch, he’d only smile, resting his cheek on Sakura’s lower ribs. One finger turned to two hands raking around the sensitive skin.

“Uuuup, and dooooown, and aaaaalll arooooound. Only the softest touch for my Little Sakura.~” he cooed.

Meanwhile, Sakura could barely think. The back of his head was glued to the floor while his back arched up. Umemiya’s weight on his hips rendered him immobile, with his arms free but just shy of stopping Suo’s torturous caresses. He could form no thoughts in his mind; he could move no limb to protest. He could scream his head off as his blush swallowed his whole face.

“Hmm… That redness looks quite serious, Suo, my friend. What are your thoughts?” inquired Umemiya, not ceasing his tickling for a second.

“Mhm, I agree… he’s far too flushed to continue for long,” mused the redhead. “Say, Umemiya, would you arch your back upward for me? Make a little room, please.” When his senior obliged, Suo smiled that calm, patient grin. “Now, Sakura, I know you can’t hear me right now, as you’re being far too noisy—for reasons I’m totally unsure of—but I think it’s time for myself to show our upperclassmen how to solve a problem. Don’t you?”

Belly laughter was the answer he received.

“Now… what to do…” he drummed his fingers along the warm, bare skin of the boy’s tummy. “Ah! Yes, naturally. Here we go!” With a deep breath, Suo ducked his head down and blew a raspberry onto Sakura’s skin.

“OHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Ah! Umemiya, he seemed to enjoy it. Please arch upward once again!” Another breath, another raspberry.

“SHITSHITSHITSHIT! SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK!”

“Such a rotten mouth!” Umemiya cried out, honing in on Sakura’s underarms with a bit more fervor. He looked down evilly at the boy—a side which Sakura had seen only once before. A simple command was given to him; one that he would be able to ignore for a few good minutes. “Crack.”

And yet, nothing. Sakura’s screams of laughter were merely background noise for the tiny apartment.

“OHOHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHOHOD! SHIHIHIHIT!” Accompanied Hiragi’s attempt to study the controllers better.

“NOHOHOHOHO! BAHAHAHASTARDS! HYEAHAHAHAHAHA!” Was a sweet symphony to join Nirei’s plating of their meal.

The two continued their ruthless attack on the younger boy. Despite his hot blush, the intensity of their tickling, and the duration, Sakura still was going on strong. Umemiya ought to be the one to put his baby brother to bed after as an apology.

Raspberry after raspberry, Suo continued without mercy. His repetition led him to an experiment of sorts: berries toward the sides and hips were less ticklish, while berries toward the ribs and atop of the belly button were the most. He breathed in heavy for another one until he heard a frantic plea.

“OHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!”

He sighed, sitting up. However, Sakura was still hoarse with merriment. “Umemiya.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP STOP!”

“…Umemiya!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Hajime!”

When Umemiya’s fingers came to a halt, and Sakura’s upper body fell backwards, Suo was there to catch him. He gently pat the boy’s back as he caught his breath, subsequently snaking his hand under Sakura’s white top to rub the warm skin of his back.

“Just breathe, Sakura. Don’t speak; just breathe,” Suo soothed in a whisper.”

Umemiya’s fingers started to gently brush through his hair. “Shit, kid— Haruka, I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay… had… lots’a… fun…” rasped the boy.

A delicious smell of meat and veggies entered their noses, and a huge bowl of Yakisoba was soon prepared on the counter.

“Eat up,” Nirei hummed. “Get his strength back up.”

The half-and-half boy was gently shook, but he only groaned, clinging onto Suo’s free arm. Hiragi huffed with a fond grin, bringing back an extra plate for Suo, while Umemiya did the same for Sakura.

The five boys shared their meal in total delight. Sakura stayed glued to Suo for a good five minutes, eyes shut—at least until he realized that he was snuggled up to the redhead, then he promptly shot up like a spring, his blush creeping back. It was at this point where he would begin his meal.

After food was shared, Hiragi offered to clean up, while Umemiya offered to wash the dishes. While the two older men completed their cleaning, the Switch was booted back up. Nirei quickly loaded into the game and selected his main fighter. He took his hair out of the ring ponytail… Business…

And finally, throughout a day full of losses and revenge, Haruka Sakura was at last defeated.

Game and Watch: Many

Lucas: 1

Nirei’s laughter would bounce off of the walls of the flat soon after, Sakura’s following in hot pursuit. Suo’s soft giggles would follow along his tickling fingers. A smile of true joy at Nirei’s adorable snorts would form on his lips.

Umemiya couldn’t help but smile at the sight and sound of his baby brothers’ delight.

༻Ꙭ—＼(⁀▽⁀ )／—Ꙭ༺

[stopiteatpopcorn]

A Laugh Better Than Any Bet

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Characters: Lee!Elliot, Ler!Chance

Word Count: 1359

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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The night was cold and dark, and the survivors had gotten back to the cabin safely. Many of them were tired out, opting to rest and recoup on the couch- But a certain gambler and pizza delivery guy were taking their much needed break time upstairs in the small library nook, watching tv while sitting on the comfy beanbags! It had been a crazy run, with chance almost messing up his coin flips and shots, and Elliot throwing so many missed pizza’s he’s not sure how much food went to waste. But most importantly now they were safe and they were alive. 

“Soo…You ever wonder if the killers eat your pizzas when one of the others doesn’t go for it? Or does it just…Go cold and moldy?” Chance asks absentmindedly, to which his boyfriend shrugged. 

“I don’t think they can eat em actually- I mean, if they could it probably would suck for us cause it would give ‘em health…” He mumbled, leaning forward slightly toward the gambler as he spoke up..

“Well it isn’t like they lose health like at all man- I mean have you seen em?! I fired a shot at Don and he just stood there and then kept walking! It’s so unfair!” Chance huffed, deflating into his beanbag. Elliot gave a nervous smile, looking away. 

“I’ll pretend like it isn’t concerning that you know the mafia personally just don’t lead him to me next round okay? I don’t have a death wish.” Chance snickered at that, rolling his eyes. He’d never do that…To Elliot anyways- Look sometimes his luck is really bad and his health's low and he needs a little help! Not his fault he’s being targeted by mafioso every time he’s the killer!

“I promise Elli, I’d never do that, swear on my life!”

“Yeah, you say that but you almost died last round so I dunno how solid that statement is~”

“Key word ‘almost’! You were just around the corner and I know I can always count on our good local pizza guy!” That made Elliot smile a little softer, his voice low.

“Hah, you think so..? I missed my targets a lot last round and sometimes people didn’t even pick up the pizza…Is it my recipe?” His smile began to fall. “I feel like I don’t do enough compared to you guys I mean I just throw a pizza and run! I’m such a coward- HYEEEHEE-! Chance!” Elliots cheeks reddened as he felt two hands squeeze his sides, making him jump and snap his head around to face the smug man sitting beside him, a smirk now on his face.

“Snap out of it Elliot! Like I said you saved me last round! Don’t go moping about how you don’t do enough when half of us would be gone without you.”

“But I- Eehehe- Hey!” Another squeeze. Elliot was getting flustered now- If only that damn gambler wasn’t so persistent!

“I said stop moping! But since you got wax in your ears or something I guess I gotta remind you of how awesome you are!” He pounced suddenly, jumping onto his boyfriend as his hands immediately found his hips and he began to dig his thumbs in gently. Elliot let out an uncharacteristic squeal, bursting into giggles. 

“Chahahance- Wahait- Hyahahaha!” Elliot squirmed under him, his hands finding Chance's wrists- But he didn’t completely try to shove him away- which the other took as a sign to continue as his smirk softened slightly into a fond smile.

“Y’know Elli- You’re such a kind and caring teammate…You’re always here to help if we’re low on stats or hurt..If I asked around, the others would probably agree!” Chance complimented him, now moving his fingers to spider across his lower ribs.

“Buhuhut- But I ruhun awahaaAHAy!” Elliot tried to deny, but he was interrupted by his own giggling, a wobbly smile forming on his face.

“And you aren’t the only one who does… Oh and there’s that sweet smile you always give everyone! Sooo cute~ I mean just look at’cha- You could light up the whole Cabin with that!” 

“Nohoho- Shuhut uhup!” Elliot blushed even brighter, almost the same shade as his shirt!

“Hey! Don’t tell me to shut up or I’ll bring out the big guns~!” Chance switches to gently scribbling at Elliot's stomach, making him toss his head back with a squeal.

“CHAHAHANCE! Hehehehaha- Stahahap!” Chance only smiles wider, grinning down at him.

“Y’know you say you want me to stop but you aren’t pushing me away~! In fact you seem to be pulling me closer..Are you having fun Elli~?” He coos, no malice or mockery in his tone surprisingly, only fondness with a hint of teasing. Elliot could only giggle in response, turning his head away to try and hide his growing flustered redness and smile. But chance took that as an opening, because if there's one thing he knew from his gambling days? Always take your chances- And also cause it was literally his name. He quickly swooped his head down and began peppering tiny ticklish kisses all over Elliot’s neck, which pulled squeaky breathless giggles out of him.

“Eeehehe- Chahance-! Hehehehaha-!” The buildermans ears and neck were now completely red too, his smile practically splitting his face in two.

“Awwww~! See how loved you are Elli? No one here would ever think badly of you- I know I don’t~!” Chance continued to gently kiss all over his neck and ears, making poor Elliot a flustered, squeaky puddle underneath him as he opted to sink into his beanbag. 

“Buhuhut I’m nohot as spehehecial as you guhuys!” That made Chance pause.

“Who said anything about specialty?” The gambler retorted, stopping the kisses to gently nuzzle his cheek. “Listen- We care about you- I care! And you are just as special and important as all of us..Like I said before, you save so many of us all the time- I almost died out there how many times now? And what kept me alive? You and your damn pizzas…I’m here cause of you. And I’ll stick around because you light up my world with the exact look you’re giving me right now~” Elliot took in much needed air, looking up at him with slightly nervous eyes.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course…! Would I lie to you~?” He grins. The pizza man sighs, then decides to be a bit playful.

“Ehh I dunno! I think you might sometimes~” He joked, to which his boyfriend gasped in mock shock.

“Really? You say that after I pour my heart out to you? I’m shattered!” He puts a hand on his heart, acting like he was just shot, before he gently grasps the hem of Elliot’s shirt. “Fine..You wanna play that game~? Alright, I warned ya about the big guns didn’t I~?” Elliot's heart drops with giddy fear. 

“W- Whaha?” He was already giggling in anticipation, making Chance’s smirk soften. 

“You heard me Ells!” He gently lifted the fabric up, smiling.

“Noho-! Chahance wait- Waitwaitwait-!” He giggled frantically. 

“Wait..? Why? You know Elliot, 95% of gamblers quit before the win big~” He slowly leaned down. “But I’m part of the 5% that goes for the Jackpot~!” And with that he pressed his lips against his boyfriends stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry. Elliot almost screeched, kicking his legs as he burst into renewed laughter. His hands grasped at Chance’s shoulders, looking for any sort of reprieve from the tickly feelings.

“HYAAAHAHAHA! CHAHAHANCE!” He laughed, tossing his head back once more. His boyfriend kept blowing raspberries, occasionally mixing in little kisses. By the time he stopped Elliot was a giggly blushing mess again, gasping for breath.

“So..You finally gonna stop putting yourself down or do I gotta start again~?” Chance wiggled his fingers threateningly, to which Elliot squeaked and shook his head.

“I wohon’t-! I wohohon’t..!”

“Good~!” Chance gently rubbed away the remaining tingles for him, fixed up his shirt and then gently kissed his nose. “You’re so important Elli…Don’t forget that, okay?” Elliot nodded, slowly calming down as Chance pulled him close, both of them finally properly resting in each other's arms.

“Thanks, Chance…”

“Anytime Ells~”

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS BUNNY!ANON :D This is my @squealing-santa gift to you!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to post, the end of year always gets real busy for me- but I hope you enjoy reading the fic! I had a lot of fun writing it despite some bumps along the road, so I hope it turned out well!! Once again merry Christmas, and happy late new year!!

[sleepysheepytea]

Happy Holidays @a-fluffer-nutter !! I'm your squealing santa!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

lol i normally have a pretty hard time drawing these two but i def tried my best!!

i hope you have a wonderful holiday and a happy new year!!

[lepiilunamoth]

Feather Care

As things begin calming down after the angels' attack on the hotel, Charlie decides to spend some time with Vaggie to learn about her new wings. Maybe she'll receive some much-needed attention herself, too...

This is my @squealing-santa 2025 gift for @victoriachillin61yay! I'm not super familiar with Hazbin Hotel or its fandom, but I do like the characters quite a bit, so I thought I'd give this a shot. Hope I did these two justice, they're so silly :D

“And that's how you do it.” Vaggie turned towards Charlie, holding up the feather sheath she'd cleanly removed from her wing. Said girl's eyes were sparkling with amazement. Vaggie blinked. “...What, it's not that impressive, is it?”

“It is impressive, Vaggie! I didn't even know feathers came in plastic wrapping!” Charlie grabbed the translucent casing, wanting to get a better look at it, only to flinch as it promptly crumbled in her hands. “Oh uh- whoops.” Vaggie chuckled at her girlfriend's antics, giving her a light pat on the shoulder. “It's called a sheath, hon. And don't worry, it's meant to do that.”

They hadn't had much time to think about it before, but now that Heaven's attack was over and the hotel was mostly rebuilt, Vaggie's newly regrown wings have become the center of attention for the two girls. Charlie was utterly fascinated by them, despite the fact that both Husk and her dad had wings too. “I like yours the most!” was Charlie's response when Vaggie pointed it out, and, well, she wasn't going to argue with that. Besides, it's not like she minded getting the opportunity to teach her enthusiastic girlfriend and keep their minds off of more… stressful matters for a while.

Right now, Vaggie was demonstrating one of the most basic forms of wing care: preening. The whole ‘pinch, twist and pull” procedure came pretty naturally to her, even when she was so out of practice… surely Charlie wouldn't have much trouble with it either, right? After demonstrating on a few more feathers, she turned around and sat down cross-legged on the bed, holding her wings out loosely. “Alright babe, you ready to try for yourself?”

“I-I think so!” Despite her words, Charlie sounded audibly nervous as she reached out towards one of Vaggie's long, silvery pin feathers. It kind of resembled a paintbrush, with the fluffy feather tip peeking out from the thin keratin wrapping. It looked so delicate… What if Charlie accidentally snapped it? …No, it's alright, she can do this! Vaggie made it look so easy! All she has to do is pinch, twist and-

Pluck!

It took a second for Charlie to process the way her girlfriend's wings flinched, and the whole feather that she was now holding between her fingers. But once the realisation set in…

“Ohmygosh Vaggie I am so so sooo sorry!! Did that hurt? I mean, of course it did, I literally pulled a feather out of your wing and- oh no, what if I've permanently damaged your wing?? And you just regrew it, too! Oh, it's all my fault, I-”

“Hey, calm down. It's just one feather, and it will grow back. It's not the end of the world.” Vaggie gently took hold of Charlie's hands, an exasperated yet fond expression on her face. While all the overdramatic fretting was admittedly kind of sweet, it definitely wasn't a good idea to let it spiral out of control. Goodness knows poor Charlie had enough guilt on her hands as is… So, Vaggie took the feather, dusted off the leftover flakes and put it aside before getting back into position. “How about you try again? Maybe go for a smaller one this time. Oh yeah, and don't worry if it crumbles and gets everywhere; I can wash it off after.”

“Okay, if you say so…” Even more nervously than before, Charlie searched Vaggie's wings for a better pin feather to practice on. It didn't take long to find one, but its small size just made it look even more fragile… No, it's alright. Vaggie said the small ones were easier, and she trusted Vaggie.

Making sure to be extra careful this time, Charlie pinched the feather softly, rubbing it gently between her fingers instead of trying to twist it off fully. She watched in amazement as the sheath quickly flaked away, leaving only a bit of keratin dust that neither girl minded. Vaggie let out a small hum of satisfaction. “Yep, there you go… that's how you do it.”

With newfound confidence, Charlie repeated the process on a few more feathers, each attempt feeling easier than the last. Soon, she found a comfortable rhythm - as it turned out, preening wasn't so scary once she got the hang of it. “Oh wow, this is actually kinda fun!”

“Mhm, it's really nice…” Vaggie seemed to be enjoying this even more than Charlie was, practically melting under her girlfriend's gentle touch. She even ruffled her feathers to give Charlie better access, much to the latter's delight (so fluffy!). It'd been ages since someone else had preened her wings for her, and she'd forgotten how amazing it felt… It was like a soothing back massage, but ten times better. Just pure, relaxing bliss.

But then, the sensation began to change. It seemed Charlie had gotten brave enough to experiment with different techniques, and was now lightly combing and kneading her fingers through Vaggie's soft plumage. This was effective enough at clearing away some of the looser sheaths, but it also came with a rather embarrassing consequence: it tickled. Like, a lot. Pin feathers were sensitive after all, and each graze of Charlie's nails sent a new wave of tingles through poor Vaggie's wings. Instinctively, she pressed a hand against her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles that were bubbling up in her throat. Still, she couldn't stop her wings from quivering helplessly under the touch. It didn't help that Charlie seemed completely oblivious to the effect her actions were having… How could Vaggie protest in the face of that cheery smile?

It was when Charlie's fingers found the base of her wings that Vaggie's composure broke. With an uncharacteristic squeak, she burst into laughter, doubling over as she tried not to accidentally smack Charlie with her wings. Startled, Charlie froze for a moment, processing the sound of Vaggie's giggles and the sight of her reddened cheeks. Then, her eyes widened, and a brilliant smile spread across her face.

“Wait, Vaggie, you're ticklish?? That's so cute!! How am I just finding out about this? Hold still, I gotta test this!”

“W-wahahait-!” Before Vaggie could react, Charlie began attacking her wings with renewed enthusiasm, the gentle kneads turning into playful pokes and rapid scribbles. Oh, that was so, so much worse. Immediately, Vaggie burst into another fit of giggles, her wings fluffing up in a futile attempt to defend themselves from the tickling fingers. Charlie's affectionate, possibly unintentional teasing wasn't helping matters, either.

“Aww, your giggles are so adorable, Vaggie! We should do this more often!”

“Nahahahahaha! Chaharlie, stahahap!”

“You look like you're having fun, though! I haven't seen you smile so wide in ages. Besides, your wings are just so soft, I can't help it!”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhuhup…!”

As if Vaggie wasn't already enough of a flustered wreck, that was when Charlie found that weak spot at the base of her wings again. With just a single poke, Vaggie threw her head back and squealed with laughter, her wings flapping frantically and nearly whacking Charlie in the face.

“EEEEEHEEHEEHAHAHAAA!!”

(Un)fortunately, that was when Charlie stopped, her hands abruptly pulling away from Vaggie's wings. It took a few moments for the fallen angel to catch her breath, a giddy smile still plastered on her face. All that laughing had been pretty embarrassing and a tad overwhelming, but she had to admit… it’d felt kinda nice too, maybe even more so than the preening. Speaking of which, it seemed all the flapping and flailing had actually shaken off a lot of the remaining sheaths, and her wings felt better than ever before. Heh… maybe they really should do this more often, flustering as it is.

In fact, Vaggie was so distracted by all the lingering fuzzy feelings that it took a moment for her to realise that Charlie was speaking again. In contrast to Vaggie's own mental state, Charlie's voice was softer than usual, almost worried-sounding. “Hey… you okay? You squealed really loudly back there. I hope I didn't go too far…”

Oh Charlie, always worrying about other people. These past few months have been pretty hard on her, after all… She was probably still harbouring so much regret under that energetic exterior. Even now, when the two of them were just supposed to be having fun together, she was still so anxious…

For a moment, Vaggie was silent, her chest still heaving slightly from the force of her previous laughter. Then suddenly, she whirled around and lunged at Charlie, tackling her down onto the bed!

Charlie let out a yelp as Vaggie's gentle yet firm hands shove her shoulders, followed shortly by her back hitting the mattress. Looking up, she was greeted with the sight of Vaggie holding her hands out, wiggling her fingers at her with a devious glint in her eye. “Oh, don't worry, you didn't go too far… but now, it's your turn.” Instinctively, Charlie tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the incoming onslaught…

…only to be met with a soft, fluttering feeling on the side of her neck.

Slowly, Charlie opened her eyes, and spotted the fluffy feather in Vaggie's hand - the same one she'd accidentally pulled out earlier. Vaggie twirled the feather in her hand, her gaze much more tender than before. “What, you really thought I was gonna go all out on you now? I can tell you're still a bit stressed out, sweetie. I think you need some nice, relaxing ‘feather care’ more than I do.”

For a moment, Charlie's eyes welled up with tears, moved by her girlfriend's sweet gesture. But then, she felt the feather brush against her neck again, and soon soft giggles were spilling out of her mouth rather than sobs. All the while, Vaggie gazed at her with that loving expression reserved exclusively for her, cupping her cheek with her free hand. “There you go. Hmph, and you said my giggles were cute… yours are even more adorable.”

“Hehehe… Aww, Vaggie…” Charlie felt herself relax involuntarily as she gave into the soft affection. The feather felt both soothingly fluffy and utterly ticklish at the same time, and Charlie couldn’t help but scrunch up her shoulders playfully with each little brush. Thankfully, Vaggie’s quick reflexes let her move the feather out of the way every time, just darting it over to the other side to continue the gentle assault. There was no need to switch tactics or pick up the pace. Just this moment of lighthearted comfort was more than enough.

At some point, Vaggie paused, holding the feather up in front of Charlie’s face. Said girl was still giggling slightly, her face adorned with a smile that was somehow even brighter than usual. Vaggie huffed in amusement at the sight. “See, babe? You make mistakes, but that’s okay - we can find ways to fix them. And sometimes, we can even turn them into something worth smiling over.” Vaggie waved the feather around and booped Charlie’s nose with it, drawing out another little laugh from the blonde. Afterwards, though, her expression softened into one of genuine gratitude. “Thanks, Vaggie. You were right… I needed this.”

Vaggie smiled. “Anytime, sweetie.”

…

“Now then, get over here! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Eeehehehee! V-vahahaggiee, hehey!!”

[amazingmsme]

Silly Socks

AN: another year come & gone & another squealing santa fic under the belt! This time for @vampiretickles ! I decided to go with your second prompt for Jon & Martin just ‘cause I’m not really confident I could do Gerry & Michael justice, lol. I made this one extra sweet & silly just for you! I love me some wholesome, domestic jonmartin fluff! As always, huge thank you to @squealing-santa for hosting the event!

Summary: Jon likes to wear fun, quirky socks, so of course Martin had to get him the Grinch meal! But when Martin sees the writing on the soles of the socks, he can’t help but tease him about it. Mischief ensues.

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Jon's wardrobe was, for the most part, rather dull. He preferred earth tones and muted, neutral colors. If he did want to add a splash of color, that's what accessories were for.

Some red sunglasses here, a green scarf there, and he didn't completely fade into the gray aura of the archive.

Sometimes, he even had a little fun with the patterns. Especially regarding his socks, oddly enough. He had an image to maintain; he couldn't just walk around in sarcastic graphic tees or Batman pajama pants. Socks, however, were easier to conceal. And he had always had an affinity for fun, quirky socks; that didn't change just because he was a grown man.

Martin found his novelty sock collection rather endearing. It was a subtle display of his nerdy, humorous personality in a way that was just so- so Jon.

So of course he had to get him the adult Happy Meal that came with a special pair of socks.

"What on earth is that?" Jon asked with a lopsided grin as Martin shuffled through the door holding two tacky, green boxes.

"Grinch meals!" Martin answered, holding them up to see. Jon nodded, amusement growing.

"So I see," he drawled, taking a step closer. "And what is it about them that makes it so Grinchy?" he asked as he accepted the offered box, peaking inside.

"The pickle fries, mostly."

"Ah, of course."

"That, and the socks," Martin added with a proud grin.

Jon quirked a brow, fighting off a smirk. "Did you go get these just for me?"

"Maaaybe," he admitted, a pale blush dusting his cheeks.

Jon closed the distance between them, standing on his tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "You spoil me."

Martin chuckled, "It's just McDonald's."

"Yes, but it's the thought that counts,” he said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

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The next day, Martin found Jon lounging on the couch, wearing his new socks. Martin paused, noticing writing on the bottom of the socks. Jon was busy watching the newest episode of The Holiday Baking Championship and didn't notice the smirk now creeping on his partner's face.

He sat down on the couch, lifting Jon's legs to make room for himself before placing them in his lap.

Martin waited for the next commercial break before putting his plan into motion. He loudly sniffed the air a few times, trying to grab his partner's attention. He glanced over to see Jon watching him with a quizzical expression.

"Is something wrong?"

"You don't smell that?" Martin asked, feigning shock.

"Smell what?"

"Something stinks!" he exclaimed, nose wrinkled in disgust.

Jon took a few deep whiffs, but he still couldn't smell what he was talking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I can't smell anything."

"Ugh, it's like moldy cheese or something!"

"Well I just took out the trash, so it can't be that," Jon reasoned. His brows were knit together in concentration as he thought of what it could be. He watched in confusion as Martin sniffed his own underarm, as if he were the source of the supposed foul stench. And then, much to his dismay, he leaned in closer and took a deep breath.

"Wha- it's not me!" Jon cried indignantly, shoving him away with his foot. Martin grabbed his ankle, holding his leg still as he sniffed near his foot.

"PEEEEYEEEEW!" he yelled, leaning away as he made an exaggerated grossed out expression. Jon gawked at him, yanking his leg away defensively.

"Hey!" Jon snapped, blushing lightly out of embarrassment. He knew his feet didn't smell that bad.

"Jon, those socks stink!"

"What? No they don't."

"They do too! Look, it even says so!"

"Well they're the ones you got me, so-" Jon stopped mid sentence, seemingly catching on. "Wait, what?"

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself!" Martin justified, gesturing for him to go ahead. Jon glared at him before grabbing his leg, holding it so he could read the bottom of his socks.

THESE SOCKS STINK.

Jon leveled him with an unamused look as Martin broke out in a fit of giggles.

"That was mean," he deadpanned, though he had to fight off his own amusement.

"Oh come on, it was pretty funny!"

Jon shook his head and crossed his arms, leaning back against the couch to pout.

"Not to me."

"I can see you trying not to smile," Martin pointed out, prompting him to turn away, hiding his growing smile.

"Am not."

"Are too," Martin teased, scratching the bottom of his foot with a single, teasing finger.

Jon yelped, yanking his leg back with a giddy, nervous grin twitching at his lips. "Don't," he warned, but they both knew he didn't really mean it. They'd played this game enough times to know.

Martin walked his hands closer.

"I mean it." He didn't.

Ignoring the warning, he snatched his foot, earning a squeal of shock. "Mahahartin!"

"I'm sorry, do you need something?" he asked, teasingly nonchalant as he scribbled blunt nails against his foot.

"I need you to- noho, not thehehere!" Jon cut himself off when he felt mischievous fingers sneak under his toes.

“Not where?” Martin asked, feigning cluelessness as he pinched his big toe. “You mean here?” Jon let out a shriek of laughter, using his other leg to try and protect himself and shove away his offender.

“Nohohoooo!” he wailed, voice bordering on a giggly whine.

“Oh I’m sorry, how silly of me. This foot is feeling left out!” Martin noted, grabbing ahold of the flailing limb. Jon’s eyes widened in an excited kind of panic, shaking his head as his smile stretched wider across his face.

“Not what I meheheant!” his protest melted into sweet, bubbly laughter as Martin continued the torture on his other foot. He didn’t fight back- not really. Sure he thrashed about and kicked his legs on reflex, but he didn’t do anything to stop him or try to get away. He simply relaxed into the back of the couch, head thrown back in wild, carefree laughter.

“It’s not? But why else would it get in the way of my tickly fingers?” he asked teasingly.

Jon blushed darker at his words, curling in on himself as his giggles raised in pitch. “For protection!” he justified, though they both knew he was full of it.

“That’s a pretty weak defense…”

“Oho shuhut up!”

Martin let out an exaggerated gasp. “How rude!”

“Nohoho wait, Ihi didn’t mehehean ihihit!” but Jon’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Yeah yeah, talk to the hand- er, hands,” he corrected himself, recovering from the little slip up by wiggling his fingers in a teasingly threatening manner.

“I’d rather nohot…”

“Really? I rather would,” Martin countered, reaching up to squeeze his knees. Jon threw his head back in hysterics, reaching for a pillow to muffle the sound.

"Ah ah, no hiding," Martin scolded playfully, shaking his head in disapproval. Jon rolled his eyes and mustered the strength to slap the pillow down atop his assailant's head. Martin scoffed in shock, hands coming to a stop.

"Serves you right," Jon said, not even bothering to hide his smug smirk.

Now it was Martin's turn to roll his eyes. "You know you don't have to provoke me. I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon," Martin spoke plainly, as if it should be obvious. Jon flinched as he was called out, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks as he met his eyes with a shy smile.

"Maybe so... But it's more fun,  wouldn't you agree?"

Martin's grin stretched so wide, he feared it would split his face in two. Without warning, he yanked Jon closer by the ankles, drawing out a giggly yelp.

"I suppose," Martin agreed, trailing off as their lips drew near. He waited until Jon relaxed into the kiss before latching onto his ribs.