#ticklish!danny

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It’s Not Ugly

A/N - Hey guys, here is Game Grumps Week fic 2. Sorry for all the delays, I hate myself too, don’t y’all worry. I hope you enjoy this fic that was prompted by the lovely @amazingmsme and I hope you all have wonderful days. Sorry if there are typos, it 2 in the morning. God damn.

Word Count: 1,112

           This wasn’t the first time they played this game, no, and nor would it be their last. The ever-spinning wheel and the inconsistent gain of wealth appealed to both men and their audience. That and the friendly banter and high-pitched screams were also a perk to Wheel of Fortune. Today was no different.

           “If you spin me another bankrupt, I might actually kill you,” Dan said, staring at the man sitting beside him, loathing the sideways grin Arin was wearing. Dan knew all the bankrupts weren’t his fault, no it was RNJesus who was at fault, and damn was he unforgiving today.

           “I’ll try to spin a bankrupt then,” Arin flashed him a big smile, causing Dan to break out into a string of giggles. Arin, having always thought Dan’s laugh was endearing as fuck, continued, “And if you don’t kill me, then I’ll spin another bankrupt. And if you don’t kill me then, well I’ll be so disappointed in you. Like, that would mean my best friend is lying to me and why would you ever lie to me? Like, best friends don’t lie to each other, Dan. I’ll be so disappointed in you, I’ll have Ross come in and kill me instead.”

           A negative tone sounded from the TV as the bankrupt was spun. Arin turned fully to Dan, who groaned loudly through his continued stream of giggling.

           “Okay, Dan,” Arin smacked his chest twice, sitting up on his knees, head titled to the side. “Kill me. Just go at it. Fucking obliterate me. Don’t you dare lie to me. You can’t lie to your best friend, you know.”

           “I’m not going to kill you,” Dan covered his mouth, not able to stop his laughter. “I was joking.”

           “You lied to me!” Arin exclaimed, throwing his arms over his head. “You can’t just lie to me! You wouldn’t expect me to say I’m going to kill you, then not do it. I would never lie to you, my best friend Dan.”

           The Joy-Con for the Switch was on the floor, having bounced toward the TV once Arin sat up, hovering over Dan.

           “Are you going to kill me, Dan?” Arin asked, his shadow casting ominously over Dan. “Or am I going to have to talk like this until you do?”

           Arin’s voice changed into a breathy gravel, sounding almost identical to Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.

           “Are you going to kill me now, Dan?” Arin panted, leaning over him, smiling at Dan’s giddy laughter. “Does this voice make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop? No? Well, I think your hair is looking nice today and why aren’t you looking at me?! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

           “Arin, stop it,” Dan whined, feeling like he was losing his mind with each giggle and snort. “Shihit. My laugh sounds so ugly.”

           “What?” Arin said, his voice changing back to his normal one halfway through the word. “What do you mean your laugh sounds ugly? Your laugh is fine, what the fuck are you talking about?”

           “I didn’t really mean that,” Dan looked at the floor, “We need to get back to playing.”

           “But, how can you believe your laugh is ugly? It’s adorable and I love it so much,” Arin pushed, nearly crawling over Dan at this point, the other man’s eyes widening in confusion and mild fear. “In fact, I want to hear it again.”

           Somedays Dan hated how affectionate Arin could be. Today was one of those days.

           “Arin!” Dan said through his laughter, Arin having dug his hands under Dan’s shirt, scratching his nails all across his ribs. He was in a very vulnerable state like this, having no place to go, his body tangled in the blanket he typically had wrapped around him during recordings, his arms completely ensnared. “Stop it!”

           “How about no,” Arin beamed, loving the squeals and helpless peals of laughter he was getting. He withdrew his hands from under his shirt and wiggled them in front of his face, smiling innocently. “Where should I tickle you next?”

           “Nowhere,” Dan couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his lips as Arin wiggled his fingers just above his belly, hating that he was so damn ticklish there he couldn’t help but giggle at the mere thought of being tickled there. “Not thehere. Arhihin!”

           “I’m not even touching you,” Arin laughed, loving every second of this. “Just listen to your little laugh! It’s so cute!”

           Arin then went ahead and dug into Dan’s belly, causing him to nearly scream. His legs tried to kick Arin off of him, with no avail. Dan would never admit it, not even on his last, dying breath, but he enjoyed this immensely. He didn’t know why, he had never been a big fan of being tickled, but this goofy affection Arin was giving him was endearing as hell.

           “Admit that you don’t hate your laugh and I’ll stop.”

           “I don’t hate my laugh!” Dan bucked suddenly as Arin circled his navel, causing his giggling to grow louder.

           “You don’t sound very serious about this, Danny,” Arin teased, continuing the motion over and over, loving the reaction he was getting. “You should try saying it again, but don’t laugh. It’ll make you sound serious.”

           “Oh, fuck off,” Dan hissed through clenched teeth, regretting his words seconds later as Arin suddenly lifted his shirt, flashing him his smart ass, sideways smile. “Wahait! No, I’m sorry!”

           “You didn’t have to be mean to me like that,” Arin feigned pain. “I’m sensitive, you know.”

           And with that, Arin blew into his belly, causing Dan to scream, flailing his body as much as he could. His facial hair made the sensation ten times worse, Dan falling into silent laughter within seconds.

           “Do you like your laugh now?” Arin teased, having let up minutes ago, letting Dan rest, catching his breath.

           “Yes, I do,” Dan nodded, his voice soft.

           “Good,” Arin exclaimed, crawling over to his side of the couch, pumping his fist into the air. “Now, let’s complete this next time on Game Grumps!”

           “There is no fucking way any of that is going into the video,” Dan crossed his arms, sitting up at long last.

           “True. Okay, let’s continue on with Wheel of Fortune!”

           “You need to grab the Joy-Con,” Dan pointed to the Joy-Con that was sitting on the floor, gathering dust from its hiatus.

           “I know that, Dan,” Arin chided, both of them going back to their typical bickering as if nothing had happened. And, thanks to the power of technology, none of the viewers would ever know anything happened during the strange cut.

           Or would they?

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Familiar

Title: Familiar

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Characters: Danny, Jazz

Summary: ticklish!Danny; Danny should of known better than to mess with Jazz’s things, Pre-series

Dedicated to @bitch-jerk-assbutt-idjit-fan who supported me full heartedly with this idea and has been an amazing person since forever!!! Thank you ❤️❤️

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Danny was hiding under his bed, the lean 15 year old body managing to huddle into a small ball. He winced as he heard angry stomping go right by his room.  He honestly hadn’t meant to do it. It was a complete accident. Danny let out a breath as he heard no more noise, twisting a little to see if Jazz was anywhere nearby.

Suddenly, he was dragged out from under his bed by his feet, making him yell and squeal.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself, little brother,” Jazz grinned darkly, hovering over him.

“You know, you’re pretty strong...for a girl!” He shouted, scrambling up and taking off down the stairs.

“Danny!” His sister’s enraged tell came from behind him, her footsteps speeding up heavily. Danny whined, trying to run faster but was tackled into the couch.

“Gotcha!” Jazz yelled triumphantly, pinning her scrawny little brother.

“Lemme up, Jazz!” Danny grunted, kicking his feet out desperately.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to apologize.”

“I already did! Not let me go!”

“In three...”

“Jazz, seriously!”

“...two...”

“This is ridiculous! Jazz!”

“....one....”

“What...What are you gonna do?”

Danny knew he didn’t stand a chance against his big sister once he noticed her evil grin. Memories of his childhood flashed in his mind; all ending with him red in the face and breathless from laughter.

“No....no...nononono!” Danny’s struggles started anew, now even more frantic to escape. “Please! Don't do it!”

“Do what, little brother?” Jazz teased, her hand casually resting on his slim tummy.

“You know what!”

“Do I?”

“Jaaaaaazzz!”

“I wont know till you tell me, Danny,” Jazz huffed, looking stern but Danny knew it was a front.

“Don't tickle me okay!” Danny shouted, glaring up at her.

“Ohhhhh tickle you,” Jazz hummed. “That’s right. You’re pretty ticklish, huh Danny?”

“Noooooooo....”

“I remember when you were really little....was it here that tickled?” Her fingers gently dug into Danny’s ribs, making the teen squeak.

“Naha!”

“No, it was here, right?” She scribbled under his arms.

“No! Jahahahazz! Dohohon’t tihihihickle!”

“Not there...hmmmm....You’re neck, perhaps?”

Danny scrunched up his neck as her long nails gently fluttered against his collar bone and right behind his ear.

“Jahahazz plehehehease! Ihihi’m sohohorry!”

“Oh, I know,” She giggled. “But I haven’t tickled you in a while so...”

Without any other warning, Jazz launched both hands to Danny’s tummy, scribbling over his hips and lower tummy.

“ACK! NahahaHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHAZZ!”

“Lower belly was always a good spot, huh?” Jazz purred, digging into his tummy pudge. “You need to eat more, geez.”

Danny’s head was tossed back in delight, the giggles coming out to fast for him to stop them. She traced shapes on his belly and over his belly button before settling on digging into Danny’s thighs.

“NAHAHAHA! NOHOHO JAHAHAZZIE!”

“Awwww, Danny!” Jazz cooed. “You used the old nickname!” 

Danny blushed; it wasn't his fault either! Ever since Jazz first tickled his thighs, it got him to cry out Jazzie. Seems like it’s still a habit.

“Isn’t this, like, your worst spot?” She mused, already knowing that it was.

“YEHEHEHES AHAHAHA SOHOHO STOHOHOP!”

“You think that makes me wanna stop?” 

Danny cackled, voice rising as his sister dug into his inner thighs and scratching the tops of his tender flesh.

“JAHAHAZZIEHEHE THAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“I know baby brother!” Jazz cooed. “S’what you get!”

“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T MEHEHEAN TOHOHO!”

“I knoooooow.”

“SOHOH STAHAHAP AHAHAHA EEK!” Danny bushed cutely, slapping at her hands when they tweaked his knees too.

Jazz sighed, tickling Danny a little more before stopping. She smiled fondly at her panting little brother, grinned as he flinched away from her soothing hand.

“No more tickles, Danny. At least, not right now.”

Danny groaned and glared poutingly at her.

“I forgive you for spilling water over my psychology textbook.”

“You better after torturing me!” Danny huffed, rubbing his thighs. He could still feel the tingles from the tickling there.

“I do,” She assured him with a giggle. Jazz ruffled Danny’s hair and he couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed like usual. Instead, he relished in the sudden affection and leaned on the couch next to her as she flicked through the movie channels.

~ Fin ~

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When The Student Surpasses The Master

Thanks for the awesome prompt anon! I hope you enjoy it! -K

J. Daniel Atlas could be called many things. Controlling, precise, intelligent, stubborn as hell, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. He wanted to be the best he could at everything he did, to have the most control over the situation. And one thing he wasn’t very good at, at the beginning of the 4 Horsemen adventure, was pickpocketing. Now that they had been accepted into the Eye, they didn’t have any more missions, it was a great time for him to get better at it. So, he asked Jack, the master of pickpocketing, to teach him. 

Jack, of course accepted, thrilled to be able to teach his idol something. They started lessons the very next day, giving Jack time to gather the materials he needed. Jack hadn’t every properly trained, but, he was going to make sure that Danny did, so he did the most research he could on teaching someone to be stealthy, because you couldn’t exactly research how to pickpocket someone. The thing he thought would work best was the Seven Bells Ritual from Romani culture. A dummy would be dressed in clothes covered in different bells, and if the person trying to pickpocket them wasn’t stealthy enough, they would bump one of the bells and it would ring, signaling that they would have been caught by the person. So, that’s how Jack decided to start. He hauled up a dummy from storage, and found some old clothes in one of the magic trunks that he could sew some bells on. 

The next morning, Danny woke up to Jack practically shaking him out of his bed. 

“C’mon control freak! Up and at ‘em! I’m all set for you in the living room.” Danny groaned, but rolled over and out of bed. 

“Alright. Give me 10 minutes to get dressed and get my teeth brushed. Then I’ll be out.” 

“Great!” Jack ran out of his bedroom and back into the living room. He made sure all the dust was off the clothes while Danny got ready. He waited for a few minutes, and then Danny came out in a pair of jeans, some sneakers, and a plain t-shirt. 

“Alright, that’s great! You look like a normal tourist. Now let’s teach you how to pickpocket.” Jack started showing Danny the basics of pickpocketing. 

“Start by watching, you want to make sure you don’t do any more reaching or touching than you have to. Watch to see if you can see their wallet in any of their pockets.” Danny nodded and started to look over the dummy, seeing that the wallet was in the left side pocket. 

“Do you see it?” Danny nodded and motioned to the left pocket. 

“Good. Now, what I want you to do is just pretend that they’re walking, and walk alongside them so they won’t get suspicious.” Danny nodded and sidled up to the dummy. 

“Alright. Step 3, go for it. If they’re distracted, it’s even easier, so watch for that.” Danny nodded and slowly reached his hand into the pocket, and before his fingers even reached the wallet, the tinkling of bells sounded throughout the room. He pulled his hand out and sighed. 

“It’s alright. Try it again. It’ll take a little time to get.” Danny nodded, and tried again. He managed to reach the wallet this time, but as he was trying to pull it out, a few bells rang out. 

“God damn it!” Jack put a hand on Danny’s shoulder. 

“It’s alright Danny. It takes time. I wasn’t good at it right away either. We’ll keep working at it. You’ll get it eventually.” Danny sighed, but then nodded. They kept working at it for the rest of the day, until they both got hungry and decided it was dinnertime. 

Through the next couple days, it was clear that Danny was making improvements. He had even stolen things from Merritt and Henley, and he had tried Dylan once, but after the thorough tickling he got afterwards, he decided to never do that again. 

Everyone in the Four Horsemen knew that he was ticklish, and they used it to their advantage when they needed to. If he was being too controlling, or just acting in a way that they didn’t particularly enjoy. But Danny just couldn’t help himself. If he was good at something, he was going to show off with it, which was exactly what led him to make the decision to try and pickpocket Jack’s wallet. He had taken some very, very small items, like a pin from one of his jackets, and the little container of mints from his back pants pocket. This was something big, and boy was he going to regret it, even if he didn’t know it yet. 

His opportunity came when Jack came out of his bedroom to get breakfast the next morning. He was listening to music on his phone, which equaled a distraction. 

1. Find the target. Jack’s wallet was in the same place as always, his back left pocket. 

2. Get close to them so they don’t get suspicious. Danny walked up next to Jack at the counter, and started to make himself a bowl of cereal, so that Jack would think his hands were busy with something else. Jack saw him and waved. Danny waved back, and waited for Jack to turn back to his music before he made his move. When he did, Danny started to walk away with his cereal bowl, and then slipped his hand into Jack’s pocket and grabbed his wallet before Jack even knew what happened, and then he slipped it into his own pocket before heading into the living room to eat his cereal. When he was sure he was out of sight from Jack, he threw his fist up in the air and internally celebrated his victory. The day passed pretty uneventfully, until Jack was getting ready to go out. He walked out into the living room, patting his pockets.

“Has anyone see my wallet? I swear I had it in my pock- Danny?” Danny stiffened slightly.

“You looking for your wallet Jack?”

“What did you do with it Danny? Give me my wallet.” Danny stood up and turned to Jack. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna head to my room and do some reading. See ya later everyone.” Surprisingly enough to Danny, Jack let him go. He quickly shut the door to his room, but he didn’t lock it, which was the mistake that led to his regret. Jack came through the door and shut it behind him. 

“Danny, I know you stole my wallet. I also know you stole my mints and the pin off my jacket. Quit stealing my stuff! I taught you to pickpocket to make our lives easier when we have missions, not for you to be able to pickpocket me!” Jack said, laughing. Of course he couldn’t be too mad, he was the one that taught Danny, and maybe the student had surpassed the master, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t planning on some revenge. 

“What are you gonna do about it?” Jack smirked at him, and Danny gulped. 

“I think...I’m gonna,” Jack was creeping closer and closer to Danny with every word. 

“Do this!” He pounced on Danny and immediately started tickling up and down his sides, over his stomach, and digging into his ribs. Danny tried to hold his laughter in, but as soon as Jack dug into his ribs, he lost it. Danny tried to throw Jack off by bucking and thrashing, but if the kid was good at anything, other than pickpocketing and throwing cards, it was knowing how to throw his weight around. He grew up on the nasty side of New York, so he knew how to handle a fight. Danny’s giggles were one of the best things he had heard, but he needed some loud laughter. He needed Danny to give him back his wallet. Eventually, Danny’s face got super red, and he started to have a little trouble breathing. Jack let up after that, but kept trailing his fingers up and down Danny’s sides.

“Are you gonna give me my wallet?” Danny shook his head, which shocked Jack. 

“Danny, please just give me my wallet. I don’t want to have to do this to you bud.” Danny took the opportunity to take a big breath, which he was going to need. Jack took a big breath, lowered his head to Danny’s ribs, and let out the biggest raspberry that he could. Danny screamed in laughter, and then he tossed Jack’s wallet at his head. 

“TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!!!! GOHOHOHO AWAHAHAHAY!” Jack slid off of Danny and smiled at him. 

“Good job Danny. But if you ever pickpocket me again, this will feel like nothing!” He walked out of the room and left to do what he was going to do before the interruption. 

Danny sat up on his bed and took a deep breath, and then figured out who he was going to mess with next. 

Danny never learns his lessons, even when they do it the hard way. 

I hope you love it anon!!! I really enjoyed writing some NYSM again! -K

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Here's a prompt if you want: Dan finds out that Arin is ticklish (not as much as Dan but still ) and decides to get some long lasting revenge? I don't even know.

I’m so sorry this is soooo late!! I’ve had a lot going on and I never saw the prompt in the first place. You can hate me if you want ;-;

The smell of coffee hit the air soon after Dan put in the coffee grounds. He took a moment to let the aesthetic feel of it sink in- the cold day, the coffee, and… Oh, the boyfriend. There he is.

Arin stood in the doorway looking pouty. Dan could tell he’d just woken up, his hair disheveled, and his body frame shaking from the cold of the house. It was obvious he was yearning the warmth of the bed. Especially after Dan heard him say this;

“Come cuddle.”

Dan giggled, turning towards him. “Good morning to you too.” Arin frowned. “Please? It’s so cold.”

“I know it’s cold, that’s why I’m still under a blanket, even though I’m not in bed. Amazing, isn’t it?” Arin squinted at the man, taking a few steps forward, pushing him against the counter. “How dare you use sarcasm against me.”

Dan smiled a toothy grin at him. “Look who’s talking.” Arin huffed and shoved his fingers under Dan’s blanket, reaching under his shirt as well, finding his warm, soft skin, and squeezing it ruthlessly.

Dan snorted and tried to pull Arin’s hands away, but found he couldn’t- Arin’s hands were seemingly stuck under the layers of cloth that Dan thought would protect him.

Now he knows that disagreeing with Arin had consequences.

Dan’s giggling soon morphed to laughter when Arin reached to his ribs. “Haha! Look at you now!” Arin cackled evilly. “Arihihin plehehease! You’re hahands are cohohold!”

“They’d be much warmer right now if you were in bed with me. So whose fault is that?” Dan knew there was no getting away from this one, seeing as how he was trapped between the tickler and the counter.

Unless…

Dan shot his arms to Arin’s sides, kneading softly. Arin’s eyes grew to saucers before jerking back with a gasp. Dan felt the cold fingers leave his skin. He smirked. “No way.”

Arin took a step back, then another one as he fumbled with his words. “Y-you know, I think I’ll just go back to bed-”

“Oh, without me? Didn’t you want me there in the first place?” Dan stepped closer to him now, threateningly and teasingly. “No, that’s okay, you do you, man.” Arin’s words were fast and staccato, scared of what he’d just brought himself into.

“I’d rather do you!” Dan pounced, pushing Arin the couch that was (thankfully) nearby. Arin pulled back on his wrists, but it was no use, Dan’s grip was tighter than a snake’s. “Dan please.”

“Please what?” Dan asked, pretending to be confused. “I don’t understand. A minute ago, you wanted me all over you.” Arin bit his lip. “And now you want me gone? What kind of nonsense is that?”

“Dan..!” Arin whined. He had no other words. His skin’s sensitivity had heightened, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t know if he liked this or not.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Ticklish?” Arin smiled nervously. “No!” Dan giggled. “Then this shouldn’t bother you at all.”

Dan took Arin’s wrists in his right hand, and stroked down his side with the other. Arin twitched at the feeling. Once the finger reached his hip, it would slide back up, only to fall to his hip again.

Arin closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the foreign feeling by digging his nails in his palm. It wasn’t working. After a minute of gentle strokes, Dan shifted to wiggling his fingers instead. The reaction changed vastly- Arin started smiling stupidly, and he jerked again, harder this time.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish.”

“I’m n-not!”

“You’re not?” Dan asked. “I guess there’s no use trying anymore.” Dan lifted himself from Arin’s legs, but when Arin tried to sit straight, Dan attacked with vigor, wiggling his fingers all over his middle.

Arin shrieked and cackled, reaching for Dan’s hands without luck. “DAHAHAN!” Dan laughed along with him. “What’s wrong, Big Cat?” Dan slowed his fingers and eased up on the pressure- Arin seemed a bit too ticklish there. Arin blushed again at the pet name. “Tihi-tihickles..”

“Oh good, I’m doing it right then.” Dan went on with the one-sided conversation like there wasn’t a giggling mess of a boyfriend under him. “You know, I haven’t actually tickled someone since like, highschool. It’s been a while, since you’re the one always tickling me. I guess you could call this… Revenge.”

“Nohoho, Dan please! I’m sohohorry!” Dan scoffed. “My ass, you’re sorry.” Arin giggled both at the tickling feeling and the tone of Dan’s voice. “Noho, rehe-really!”

“You wanna show me you’re sorry?”

Arin nodded.

“Then suffer.” Dan grabbed the man’s hips and dug to the bones. Arin jumped so hard it almost scared Dan, but the tickling didn’t cease.

“DahahAHAN! STAHAHAP!”

“That’s not how revenge works.”

“DANNY PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Dan smiled. Arin was… Ticklish. Very ticklish, to be more precise. He never would have guessed. And he must be in a bit of a state, too, since he called him ‘Danny.’ He giggled as he said, “You’re really ticklish, Ar.” Dan let his fingers pause.

“N-not… not any more ticklish than you!” Arin yanked on Dan’s wrist, forcing him to the couch. He yelped and fell on his stomach, the tingling feeling of Arins hands distracting him from his shock of being pinned already.

“Ahaha-Arihihin!”

“Daniel!”

“Stohop it!”

“That’s not how revenge works..” Arin mimicked, pretending to be confused. “Apologize for being mean and tickling me and not cuddling with me!”

“Fihihine, fihine, I’m saha- I’m sohohorry!”

Arin threw his hands off of his boyfriend as if he felt repulsed to be touching him. “You disgust me. I’ll actually forgive you if you come to bed with me, you know.” Arin stood and held out his hand for Dan to take. Dan took the hand with a glare.

Dan’s face was slightly pink, and breathy giggles still were slipping out of his mouth. “Okahay.” Arin pulled him in a hug for a moment before letting him go and heading towards the bedroom.

“I’ll be waiting.” Arin teased, lifting his eyebrows up and down. Dan giggled and blushed redder than he already was. Dan stood there for a second, thankful of his amazing boyfriend.

Oh shit, the coffee.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

The Real Lovelies

A/N - Hey guys, sorry for the delay on Game Grumps fics for the week, but here is fic 1! Now, I wasn’t prompted this one, but after watching the video of Arin apologizing, I knew I had to write this. What happened in the GG community is horrible and if you were one of the people that bitched at Arin, please fucking unfollow me. You’re actual scum and making someone feel bad about something they can barely do anything about it fucking disgusting. But for everyone else, The Real Lovelies, who supports Arin, thank you for being a good person and I hope we can all agree he is doing his best and we love him to death. Now I hope this fic makes everyone see what scummy people can do to a person, but also shows that there is some happiness to be found in our friends. I hope you all enjoy this and I hope you have a good day. Thank y’all!

Word Count: 1,392

           The room was completely dark, save for the laptop resting on the desk. A video was buffering before being uploaded to YouTube, very little edits made to this one, which was very strange for the man. Firstly, he never edited a video by hand, normally paying his friends to do it for him, the business life never ending. It had been a few years since he edited a video himself, but he felt the need to do it, just this once. Secondly, the man never filmed videos alone, especially when the audience could see his face, a one on one experience. It was strange not to have one of his friends by his side, making crude remarks about literally anything, but this was different. Arin was pouring his heart out into this apology.

           Resting his head into his hands, he sat at the lone desk, closing his eyes in sadness. It wasn’t his fault that everything was happening at once, that his mental health had hit a wall with no warning. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t feel like doing Ghoul Grumps, it was his exhaustion, his mentality, his busyness, but here he was, issuing an apology to all his fans. He didn’t want this to happen, to not do Ghoul Grumps, but it just happened. It wasn’t his fault really, but yet it was. It really was, and there were so many fans reminding him that it was his fault.

           All his fault.

           The words of many comments filled his head, filled it with sorrow, a dash of anger, and a lot of grief. He ran Game Grumps, he ran everything. He should’ve been on top of things, he should have been in control of what was being recorded, what was going on, but he wasn’t. He let something slip, and now his fans hated him. The Lovelies were against him and it was all his fault. And what else could he do but apologize to them all, then sit alone and hate everything about himself. It was all his fault and he knew it, and all these god damned emotions were making him feel even worse.

           The door behind him creaked open just a sliver, a hazel eye peering into the dark room. Arin didn’t move as the door opened just enough to let a thin man to slip in. His footsteps were quiet, but sounded like thunder pounding in Arin’s head, silencing as the other man loomed over Arin’s folded over body.

           “You didn’t need to apologize,” Dan grabbed the back of the chair as he leaned in closer, eyes scanning the screen as the video was nearly done uploading. His eyebrow shot up when he saw the timestamp on the video, it being significantly longer than he thought it was going to be. Sure, Arin told him he was going to make this video, but Dan thought it was going to be something short. With the run time of just over eleven minutes, Dan knew Arin bore his soul into this video that he didn’t even have to make. “It really wasn’t your fault. All of us were fine with us not doing Ghoul Grumps, we had so many other things to do. It’s okay.”

           “But all the Lovelies are pissed,” Arin said, voice cracking, his head still in his hands. “So many of them were upset we didn’t do Ghoul Grumps and it was all my fault. I should’ve managed time better, I should’ve done so many things differently. It’s all my fault, and they’re all fucking pissed at me because of it.”

           “Dammit Arin,” Dan’s tone made Arin flinch before he felt the chair turn around, having to lean back so he didn’t fall over. Slouching against the back of the chair, Arin looked up at Dan, his eyes fleeting off every few seconds. Dan pointed at the laptop behind the chair, the faint light illuminating half of his face. “Fuck those guys. The people that are complaining are not fans and definitely not Lovelies. They’re all a bunch of horrible people that want to make you feel bad for not doing one thing. Forget about them. If they were real fans, they would understand that everything you are doing for Grumps is a privilege for them to see, not a right. You don’t need to do Game Grumps, but you do because you love it, and no one should blame you if you need a break from everything you’re doing. Hell, I love being on tour, being on the stage, but I have to take breaks. You deserve breaks too and all the real Lovelies know that.”

           Arin wore a weak smile that trembled ever so slightly, a crystalline film of tears blurred his vision. He wanted to believe Dan, but all those comments. They got under his skin more than he thought they would.

           “But…”

           “No buts, Big Cat,” Dan interrupted his best friend, not wanting Arin to go off on a self-loathing tangent. Instead, Dan quickly grabbed Arin’s hand, pulling him to his feet and into his arms in one swift motion. Arin didn’t have any time to think before he pressing his face into the crook of Dan’s neck, letting the tears finally flow. Dan held Arin close to him as he watched the video go live, ready for the world to see it. He was tempted to delete it before anyone could watch it, but he knew that would upset Arin even more, so all he could do was comfort him to the best of his abilities.

           “Hey, Arin,” Dan broke the long silence, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Arin had been nuzzling his face into Dan’s neck, which was fine at first, but it was starting to tickle like hell.

           “Mhm,” Arin hummed, moving his head as if to meet Dan’s gaze, but his eyes were shielded by both Dan’s and his own long hair. This movement made Dan flinch, making him wiggle a bit, taking a short step back. “What’s wrong.”

           “Tickles,” Dan said quietly, rolling his eyes as he heard soft chuckles rising from Arin’s chest.

           “But I’m finally starting to feel better,” Arin said, his fingers drumming against Dan’s ribs, smiling as the older man started to giggle, trying to get away. “And it sounds like you’re feeling better too.”

           “I was already feeling fine,” Dan said with a squeak, folding into himself as Arin skittered his fingers over his belly while still trapping him in the embrace. Arin inched backwards, wanting to see Dan’s bright smile.

           “Well, now you are extra fine,” Arin beamed, the happiest he had been in hours. He had quickly reduced Dan into his hysterical, wheezy laughter, a few squeaks and squeals thrown into the mix. However, Arin was definitely not expecting Dan to reciprocate so fast. “H-Hey, wait!”

           “You’re the sad one here,” Dan cooed, going for Arin’s belly, listening to the laughter completely overcome him. Arin couldn’t help but fall into Dan, hiding his face back in the crook of his neck, but this time to hide his laughter, not his tears. This position was not very good for Dan, as Arin was inadvertently tickling the shit out of his neck again, but now he was more focused on making Arin laugh like a mad man that he was able to resist the temptation to get away, though a few sharp giggles escaped his lips from time to time.

           After some time, Dan let his arms go slack, dangling at his sides as Arin still hugged him, residual giggles shaking his whole body. He smiled down at the younger man, knowing he had done his job well.

           “How’re you doing?” Dan asked, softly as Arin took a step back, standing a bit straighter.

           “Better,” Arin ran a hand through his hair, glancing down at the floor. “Thank you so much.”

           “Anytime, Big Cat,” Dan smiled, pulling him back into his embrace. He looked over at the laptop and saw the number of comments climb exponentially. He could barely make out words of encouragement and apologies coming from a few people. These were the real Lovelies that loved and cared for all of them. And no matter what happened, Dan knew the real Lovelies would have their backs and that he would always have Arin’s back.

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Here's a prompt. Its cute, I swear. How about, what if Dan decided that he was gonna get Arin back for all the times he tickled him? So when he attacks Arin, he realizes Arin isn't ticklish, and Arin takes his revenge with no mercy of any sort? ( I know Arin probably is, but lets say hypothetically he's not, you know? )

!! I love this and I hate this but I mostly love it so you've surpassed me.

Around a month ago, Arin had found out that Dan was ticklish, and ever since then, he was doing his damnedest to exploit it. The first couple of times, Dan knew when to expect it, because Arin was pretty obvious with it.

But starting a week ago, Arin was using surprise attacks against him. Dan never knew when to expect it because Arin was so random with it. It could be the second he comes out of his bedroom door, or as he’s walking into the kitchen, or even during a grumps session.

It wasn’t necessarily getting out of hand, but that didn’t mean that Dan didn’t want revenge.

Dan was panting lightly on the floor, with Arin straddling his hips, his hands resting on his thighs. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it?”

Dan couldn’t stop smiling. Yes, but damn, did that tire him down. His bones felt weak and so did his voice- Arin had gotten him good. “You.. You know, one day… One day I’m gonna get you back…” Dan said.

Arin merely shrugged at this, smiling as well. “I don’t really see that ever happening.” He stood from his spot (quite comfy for such a boney man) and grabbed Dan’s wrist, pulling him up to stand with him.

“I’m gonna go make dinner while you sit here and fuss.” Arin told him, still smiley as ever. Dan let himself fall on the couch, slumping from the weakness the attack brought.

“Fine, fine.” Dan slurred. Arin leaned down and gave him a kiss on the head before leaving him on the couch to do exactly what Arin had said he’d do.

Once Arin left the room, Dan sighed, defeated by his boyfriend. Today was the day he’d planned to get back at him. But when?

After some thinking, Dan had come to the conclusion that if Arin liked to play dirty, then so did he. Arin likes surprise attacks, eh? Well…

Then so does Dan.

After dinner, Arin was planning them to do one last grumps session and call it a night. But Dan had different plans.

“Hey Arin? Could you do me a favor?”

“What?” Arin responded without looking up from the game box. “Could you turn the tv on manually? As in like, push the button on the tv?”

Arin looked up questioningly. “What? Why?” He smirked. “I may have… Lost… The remote.” Dan lied, acting embarrassed and slightly ashamed. He was very good at this. Thankfully, he didn’t have to do it often.

“But you’re like… Right there, in front of it.” Arin whined mockingly. “But I’m laaazyyyyy.” Dan whined back. “Plus you’re already standing up!”

Arin sighed playfully. “Fine.” The second Arin had his back turned to the tv, searching with his fingers to find the bump of a button, Dan stood up quickly and quietly, sneaking up behind him and grabbing him from behind, making Arin gasp in shock. He trapped him in a bear hug, and squeezed his sides relentlessly.

But surprisingly, after a couple seconds of tickling, he got no reaction other than Arin jumping when he felt Dan grab him from behind. So his hands traveled upward, to his ribs. No reaction there. Underarms?

…Not even a flinch!

Reluctantly, Dan dropped his arms and let his boyfriend go. “Arin… Are you not-” Arin turned. “Ticklish? Nope. Not even a little.” Dan gawked.

“How… How could you not be ticklish?!” Arin stiffened, blinking dumbly at the sudden rage. “You’re the most funny, laughy, silly guy I’ve met! And you’re not even the slightest bit ticklish? Anywhere?!”

Arin frowned at seeing his friend upset, especially since it was so rare. “I’m sorry, Dan. I can’t help it. It’s just… How I am.”

Dan leaned on Arin’s chest, groaning in defeat once again. Arin held him closer, stroked his hair and embraced the warmth he brought. Still, Arin found this whole thing pretty funny.

“Why are you so upset?” He asked, laughing. Dan looked up at him with a grumpy look on his face. “I just wanted some damn revenge!”

Arin stared blankly before giving him a surprised look. “Wait a minute, ‘revenge’?”

Dan gulped- he had made a mistake. He never should’ve… Oh jeez.

Dan let go of Arin’s arms from the hug he’d been given, scared to be in the arms of this man. “I just thought that it would be fun. Y-you know, like how you say it’s fun when you tickle me… Right?”

Arin shook his head, chuckling like he knew some joke Dan didn’t. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I get how it is to want revenge, I toootally get it.” Arin grasped Dan’s wrists and pulled them to his own sides, forcing Dan to hug him.

Arin wrapped his arms around Dan as well. “Now, let’s just forget about this, okay?” Arin dropped his head on Dan’s shoulder, implying that he do the same. Luckily, Dan got the memo and rested his head on Arin’s shoulder, even though he didn’t feel like fully trusting this man.

That’s when Arin struck, using his right hand to squeeze Dan’s side repeatedly while the left was busy scribbling away at his other side.

Immediately, Dan started squirming in Arin’s hold, but he couldn’t seem to wriggle away from him. Every time he tried to veer back, one of Arin’s hands kept him stuck to his chest. “Ahahaha- sh-shihihit, Arihihin! Lehet mehehehe gohohoho!” His laughter switched from giggling to cackling when an unfair hand snuck up Dan’s ribs to his underarm.

“Why should I? You obviously don’t care about my feelings in all this!” Arin stopped his fingers, knowing Dan might not be able to talk while laughing like that.

Dan took the chance to regain his breath and composure, shaking slightly from the leftover giggles. “But… Arin, ihit’s not fair! You tickle me all the time, just like right now!”

“Life’s not fair, sweetheart.” Arin winked at him before pushing him closer to his chest and squeezing his sides again. Dan couldn’t help but blush of course. He jerked violently, doing his best to break free of Arin’s grip, but he had no such luck, and finally stopped writhing.

Arin smiled wider when he felt Dan’s squirming replaced with a firm grip on his shoulder, like he was trying to focus on staying still in the hug he was trapped in. He felt the grip loosen in weakness every couple of seconds. “Oh my god, you’re so cute!” Arin gushed.

Though muffled in Arin’s other shoulder, he could still make up Dan’s denying words. “Shuhuhut uhuhup, dihihick!”

“Oh, I’m the dick? Who just tried to tickle poor, innocent me for no reason?”

Dan blush went brighter as he heard Arin’s toying voice. He could be so childish sometimes. “Stohop mahaking me lohohook bahahad!” Dan exclaimed through his laughter.

“Nah, you deserve this!” Arin assured him. He let go of Dan momentarily (who probably could barely tell through all his laughter) and forced him to the floor. Dan started to pull away, but with strength, Arin sat him down in front of him, strangled his waist with his legs, and shoved both hands under Dan’s arms.

Dan quickly fell to pieces, trying his best to dislodge Arin’s arms from his worst spot, but found he couldn’t in the spot he was in. After a few moments of desperate struggling, Dan curled in on himself in helplessness, knowing there was nothing else he could do but beg.

“ARIHIHIN, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Please more? Odd request, but okay!” Dan was shaking like mad, maybe from the laughing, maybe from the unintentional squirming, he didn’t really know.

“Remember this, Dan. Karma gets you good.” But Dan could barely hear Arin’s wise words, nor did he really care for them. After a repeated cycle of Dan almost jerking away from Arin’s unrelenting hands and failing, Dan’s laughter went silent, and all that was left was a very unstable Dan, curling in on himself as best he could.

Arin knew he’d had enough, so instead of continuing (even though he still wanted to), he took back his hands, and let them soothe Dan’s back, gently and softly, and let Dan free by pulling his legs off of him.

It took Dan a minute to realized the tickling had stopped, the tingly feeling was very powerful. But once he registered the feeling of Arin stroking him like that, he knew he was done.

Dan didn’t even try to speak, he knew all that would come out would be unclear. So instead, he turned around and punched him in the shoulder. Hard.

He’ll never try it again.

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Your bio says you're still doing prompts, so I have a prompt if that's okay? Dan is touched starved, and he's been bugging Arin a lot to get him to tickle him. Please and thank you!

There are mentions of smut in this one! It’s pretty light though, not too bad.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK THIS GOD DAMN BULLSHIT!” Dan bursted out laughing at this. Arin had screamed this about the three times now. He was starting to actually get mad with this game, or rather, with Dan. Just because he has an option to take his stars doesn’t mean he should!

This was only the first episode of Kirby’s Dream Course they had recorded today so far, but already, Arin wanted to call it quits, even if they were putting out some quality humor. Finally, they ended the level with Dan winning with four stars, (three of which were Arin’s!) and Arin losing with just one.

He knew that it was just a game, and if he got mad at it visibly/audibly, then over three million would know that he’s a bit too childish at the heart.

Including Dan. No, especially Dan.

But Dan’s always doing this sort of thing! Arin knows he means well, that he’s only joking, but damn it, couldn’t he at least let him win one game?

Dan flashed a toothy grin at Arin from his right. He was sitting criss-crossed on the couch with the controller in hand, sitting a little closer to Arin then normal.

You know, come to think of it, Dan was being a lot more physical lately. I mean, think about it- the extra hugging, back rubbing, hand holding… That’s when it hit him. It smacked Arin right in the face.

Dan was just touch starved.

But oh no no no, he had no right to do this. He was being a little shit on purpose, too. He had upped the ante just to get on Arin’s bad side until he’d finally attack. Well, just you wait, kiddo, he thought. You’ll get your just desserts.

The moment Dan shut off the tv, Arin pounced, forcing them both to the ground, and also forcing Dan to shriek in surprise. “Arin- what-”

“You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?” Dan suddenly felt a lot smaller under his boyfriend. Arin’s hands were pinning himself above Dan on the floor, on either side of the not-so-grump’s head. It almost made him feel trapped, like only Arin was in control now.

He kind of liked it. Still, he had to play it cool. “I-I’m sorry?”

Arin huffed. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re egging me on, just so you could trick me into tickling you!”

Dan felt himself blushing quickly. “No I’m not! Why would I?” Arin smirked and chuckled as if he was laughing at him. “You’re touch starved. And it’s my job to feed you. So… What are you craving?”

If Dan was blushing before, then that was nothing compared to the shade he was turning now. “I- I really don’t know what you mean..” Dan tried to play it cool, but he knew it probably wouldn’t work anyways.

“You mean you really don’t want me to do… This?” Arin slowed scratched Dan’s left side with his index finger, hoping to tease him over the edge.

Dan bit his lip from letting out a giggle. He didn’t want to give Arin the satisfaction. Either way, he figured he was going to get wrecked one way or another. Why not make a game of it? Why not try to win?

But the outlooks didn’t look so good for Dan when he felt Arin’s one finger turn into a hand tickling up his side, now going all the way to his ribs and back down. He squeaked when a sneaky finger went off course and found a particularly sensitive spot in between his ribs.

Arin gushed. “Did you just squeak? Do it again!” Dan shook his head. “I wihihill nohohot- shihihihit!” Dan knew he was fucked now- once he starts laughing, he can’t stop.

“There we go, there’s that laughter I missed.” Dan snorted and turned red yet again, hiding his face in his shoulder, losing the last bit of pride he had left.

“You make such funny noises when I tickle you. Very amusing.” Arin smiled. “Maybe I should keep tickling you here, since you obviously like it so much.” Dan’s laughter went up an octave when Arin’s other hand went under his arm.

“IHIHI DO NAHAHAT!”

“Oh, but I think you do! This whole time, you haven’t even tried to push me away!” Even though that might’ve been true, Dan had started squirming from his worst spot already being tormented. Still, he couldn’t deny he was having fun. But it was driving him nuts.

“ARIHIHIN, PLEHEHEASE!” Dan begged. Arin sighed dramatically, knowing he’d have to take it down a notch. “Alright, alright.” He stilled his hands, but kept them where they were, making sure Dan wouldn’t try any funny business.

Arin gave him a moment to calm himself- he was still giggling like mad. “Arihihin, come ohohon man-”

“Don’t you ‘come on man’ me. We’ve just started. We haven’t even been to the part where I realize how turned on you get, and I say, ‘Let’s take this in another room.’” Dan gawked. “What?!”

“You know what.” Arin took a glance down at Danny’s crotch. “Just as I suspected.” Dan was so surprised that he was confused how he hadn’t already started hyperventilating.

“A-Arin, I- I’m-” Arin put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, dude. I think it’s fun tickling you. And it always has a happy ending… For the both of us.” Arin wore a sly, teasing grin.

“I- um..” Arin giggled at how cute his boyfriend was. “Come on, let’s take this to another room.”

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(your bio says that you're taking prompts so...?) Imagine Dan getting nightmares after playing a scary game and he can't fall asleep so Arin tickles him to tire him out

If my bio says so, then it’s true! (Don’t take everything too seriously on there though 😂)

_____Arin was woken up by Dan’s constant moving. It was 2:37 in the morning. He knew something was wrong.

“Dan?” His voice was slightly muffled by his pillow, but he knew Dan could hear him. “Arin- oh shit, did I wake you? I- s-sorry..” Though he hadn’t been sleeping, Dan’s voice was still gruff. Arin smiled lightly at this. It was only in Dan’s nature to care about Arin first, rather than himself obviously not being able to sleep.

“What’s wrong, Danny?” Arin curled his arms around Dan’s shoulders, leaning into his soft, frizzy hair.

“…I keep having nightmares about that stupid game- but you don’t have to worry about me, just go back to sleep.”

“Dan.. I want to help..” Arin mumbled. “It’s two in the morning and you’re awake, that’s bullshit. I just… What do you want me to do?”

Dan was hesitant with his answer, but…

“Just… Cuddling like this is nice.”

“Okay.” So Arin curled tighter into Dan, making sure he was completely covered by the blankets, and nuzzled into his shoulder again.

Dan was right. This was nice. Arin found himself squeezing Dan’s stomach with affection. Dan let out a giggle. “Arihin. Please,” He whined half-heartedly.

Arin smiled again. “Sorry, I’ll let you sleep.” But after five minutes, Arin could tell he wasn’t asleep by then. So he waited another five minutes. And then another.

After twenty minutes of cuddling, Dan still wasn’t asleep, and it was almost three in the morning… Well, Arin wasn’t sleeping either, but that was besides the point. Arin was the type of person to stay stable after only two hours of sleep. He didn’t care how tired he was. He wanted to be there for Dan.

Arin huffed in annoyance. Now what to do?

“You’re still awake?” Came Dan’s gruff voice again. “I told you you should’ve went back to sleep before it was too late..”

“Dan…” Arin hugged him even tighter, with extra affection, and in the process, tickled Dan on accident again. He felt him stiffen slightly, but only for a second. “Arihihin!”

And then an idea popped into Arin’s mind. He just had to tire him out to get him to sleep, that was it! This was going to be a piece of cake.

“Dan, I know how to get you to fall asleep!” Came Arin’s voice in the dark. “Oho, really?” Asked Dan, his voice still shaky from the sudden feeling.

With an even wider grin, Arin moved himself on top of Dan’s thighs. His legs were still stuck under the covers, so it would be a hard escape. Perfect! This shouldn’t take too long.

“Arin, what-”

“Ah ah- say no more. You’re in good hands.” Dan giggled. “But-”

“What did I just say?” With purpose, Arin brought his hands down to Dan’s sides, and kneaded quickly and gently. Dan yelped and started laughing immediately.

“Ahahaha, shihihihit! Arihihin, cohohome ohohon!” Dan tried bucking, but Arin was stuck on top of him. The blanket wasn't helping either. Dan reached out to try and block Arin’s hands, but Arin simply caught them and held them above his head.

Dan tugged, but Arin (though weak from sleep) was strong. Using his free hand, he scribbled his fingers up Dan’s stomach, laughing himself when Dan snorts. “Arin plehehehehease!”

“Please what? Please tickle you more?” Dan started squirming now- this felt very unfair. “Get ohohoff ohof me, god dahahamn ihihit!” Arin paused his fingers. “No, I’m tiring you out! You’ll pass out in no time if I keep going.” He snuck his hand up Dan’s arm as he said this. “YOHOHOU DOHOHON’T KNOHOW THAHAHAT!” Dan jerked to his right, trying to get away from Arin’s evil hands, but only for the hands to follow.

This was driving him crazy, it was so much- especially because his nerves were extra sensitive, since he was weak from the insomnia. Plus, Arin had his arms raised, and his legs trapped beneath him and the blanket. He wasnt going anywhere until Arin decided he was done with him. Thankfully he decided his ribs were a better place to torment than his underarms.

Though, Dan wasn’t really complaining. Sure, it tickled like hell, but that didn’t mean Dan wasn’t partially enjoying it. He knew he would be tired after this too… Thank God he had Arin.

“Why are you blushing?” Arin surprised Dan with this question. “Ihihi- I’m nahahahat!” Dan didn’t even notice how hot his face had gotten.

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” Arin slowed his fingers down to a trace, trailing his fingers back up to Dan’s underarms again. It left him a giggling mess at how soft Arin’s touch was, and how sensitive his own skin was.

“Pleeease, plehease please plehehehease…” Dan whined. His arms were shaking, still above his head. His eyes closed and his toes curled in anxiousness. “You haven’t answered my question, Danny.”

“I lihihike it okahay, I lihike ihihit! Plehease stohohop! I’ll gohoho to sleheep!” Dan’s voice had gotten more needy when Arin put in more pressure to his touch. But as Dan said this, Arin let his hands go, and sat down next to him, watching his face pale from color. He rubbed his back soothingly as he shook from the leftover giggles still coming.

“I’m sorry I was mean. But at least you’re tired now… Right?” Arin asked. “Yehes, I’m tired now.. no more…” Arin knew he didn’t really dislike it (he did now anyways!) but he wanted to let him sleep.

So he covered Dan and himself under the blankets, gave him a goodnight kiss on the cheek, curled into Dan’s shoulder one last time, and waited for him to fall asleep again.

He was a little too happy when Dan’s eyes stayed closed and his breathing evened out. He loved this man.