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[ticklykitty216]

(A solo fic already? And such a bold departure from the original source material! /ref)

(Yeah, the brainrot is so real I had to write this fic now while I still have motivation)

(And yes I’m still working on requests, depending on how everything goes I’ll be finishing the requests and posting ‘original’ fics with them as well)

(Also there’s a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I can’t help myself, they’re so cute together, the skrunkles)

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Mandy liked to think that she had relatively good patience.

Yes, she may be grumpy most of the time but there’s a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? She’d say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day she’s been having she was about to blow.

Yesterday she had asked Chester to put candy back in the cases and displays so they could open up early and he simply just didn't do it. So she had to do it and that delayed opening for a good hour, and when she had finally opened the first couple had complained about the delay and were generally rude. Then she dealt with annoying customers, which was par for the course when working customer service but it seemed like today everyone was pissy. And then to add insult to injury one of the kids had accidentally broken one of their gumball machines and there were now gumballs all over the floor, and without Chester Mandy is forced to clean it up, as always.

Everyone had finally left and it was almost closing time. “Finally, where is that good for nothing clown when you need him?” Mandy grumbled as she cleaned up the glass and gumballs all over the floor, “Haven’t seen that idiot all day…” Mandy stood up and dumped the little dustpan with the glass and gumballs into the garbage and turned to put the dustpan away, “AAAGH-” Mandy cried as she managed to slip on a loose gumball and fell to the ground. “Great. Fun. Just my luck.” Mandy growled as she slowly picked herself back up and limped back to her throne behind her desk.

“Ow. Ow. Ow…” Mandy said as she hobbled behind her desk, as she made contact with her throne a loud *BANG* sounded out and she jumped back up startled “WHAT THE HELL?!” she cried out, and heard giggling behind her throne. She kneeled on the cushions of her throne and looked over to see Chester crouched down and giggling madly, “CHESTER! Where the hell were you?! I’ve been waiting for you to come in all day!” Mandy yelled and Chester looked up at her, confused “Mandy, I told you that I had matches today.” Chester said plainly and Mandy deadpanned.

Mandy didn’t remember him telling her that. “When?” she asked and Chester had a look that she couldn’t place. “When you asked me to stock I told you I couldn’t because I had to go early for some matches and that I’d be gone most of the day!” Chester said and Mandy was currently having a crisis trying to remember what Chester had said to her yesterday, had she really forgotten so quickly? She felt like she’d remember something like that… “Oh… Sorry then…” Mandy said and turned back and sat in her throne with a far away look. Chester sprung up and leaned against the throne “Soooo, how did you faire without me?~” Chester cooed and Mandy groaned “Terrible, everyone had a stick up their ass, I tell ya’.” Mandy said before she leaned forward and put her face in her arms “Everyone was so annoying today, can’t wait for it to end.” she said.

Chester gave a sympathetic look before he brightened up “Hey Mandy! Look at this!” he said and she groaned “If it’s another one of your pranks you can shove it.” she grumbled and Chester giggled “Nono! Please Mandy, I think you’ll like this!” Chester said, moving to stand in front of the girls desk. Mandy groaned before she looked up before sitting back up “What is it?” Mandy said suspiciously as she looked at the jester before her, he had his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet, the bells on his cap jingling. “Well, it sounds like you had a crappy day~” he started “Tell me about it…” Mandy mumbled “So! I had picked this up from one of my earlier matches, and I was gonna give it to you later, but I’ll give it to you now!” Chester said and held out a small present.

Mandy eyed the present and glared at Chester “You think I was born yesterday? What’s in it?” Mandy said and Chester placed it on her desk and moved it closer to her “Can’t say, would ruin the surprise!” Chester said before his face softened “I swear it’s not a prank Mandy.” Chester said and she still glared “Cross your heart?” she asked and Chester took his right hand and did a criss cross motion over his chest with one hand while the other was behind his back, “Cross my heart and hope to cry, stick a cupcake in my eye!” Chester said with a wink for emphasis. Mandy’s glare softened and she looked at the small present, she started to open the top when she looked back up at Chester who smiled and nodded his head, Mandy finally removed the top of the gift and looked in.

Mandy didn’t even get a chance to see what was in the gift because the next thing she knew there was glitter and pixie dust exploding on her face, she reeled back “AAAAAAGH!!!” she cried out and rubbed furiously at her eyes and coughed violently. Chester exploded in laughter and clutched his stomach with his right hand and revealed his left hand. His fingers were crossed, “Well, it was a little prank…” Chester reasoned. Mandy still rubbed at her eyes and glared at him with one eye “What’s wrong with you?!” Mandy yelled and her voice broke at the end and her eyes suddenly became much more watery, and it wasn’t just because there was still glitter and pixie stick dust in them. Mandy breathed heavily, trying to calm herself but the weight of today and the prank had her tipped over the edge and she didn’t know whether to scream or cry.

Chester had stopped laughing but still smiled “You like your surprise?” Chester asked but when Mandy didn’t respond and he saw her slightly shaking the smile was wiped from his face “M-Mandy?” Chester asked and leaned forward towards her. Mandy had her face covered with her hands and she felt EVERYTHING bubble up to the surface, the customers, the broken gumball machine, the pranks, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mandy suddenly looked up with tears in the corners of her eyes and let out a banshee shriek as she lunged forward at the jester “YOU ASSHOLE!!” she screeched. Chester yelped and pulled back as she lunged and backed away out of her grasp “Mandy wait!” he said.

Mandy brushed the gift box off her desk and into the trash bin as she climbed over her desk towards her coworker “GET BACK HERE!!!” she screamed. Chester’s eyes widened and he turned tail and Mandy jumped off her desk and gave chase “LOUSY CLOWN! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND!!” Mandy screamed as she kept up with the clown. Chester zigzagged between the large displays of candy “I’M SORRY!” Chester wailed “OH, YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!” Mandy yelled as she turned a sharp corner and picked up some random candy and threw it at him. Chester put his arm up to block the onslaught of candy pellets “Mandy you’re overreacting! It was just a joke!” Chester said and ran between a few cases “OVERREACTING?! I had a TERRIBLE day and your solution was to explode glitter in my face?!” Mandy yelled and took chase again “I didn’t expect you to lean your face over it!!” Chester said.

Mandy grabbed one of the giant display gummies from a stand as she ran past, pulled her arm back and tossed the bear like it was a football and it nailed Chester in the back of the head. Chester lost his balance and started to stumble forward, but it had been too late, Chester tripped over himself and he tumbled into a display of various marshmallows and taffy. Mandy finally caught up to the clown and looked at him and pounced on him. “You asshat! You douchebag! You son of a bitch!” Mandy said and shook him violently “Mandy!” Chester cried out and pried at her hands. “I can’t stand you! You and your dumb pranks!” Mandy yelled and the two dissolved into a sort of slap fight, Mandy trying to grab at Chester to throttle and Chester blocking her hand “I swear to god you’re so dead!” Mandy yelled as she squeezed the jester's left side and Chester jerked away and made this strange choked giggle.

Mandy did a double take “Are you seriously laughing right now?!” Mandy growled out and gripped him again and a string of giggles came out of him “Mahahandy quihihihit it!” Chester giggled out. Mandy glared but then looked to see she was grabbing his sides and she put two and two together. She looked Chester in the eyes and gave him the most evil look she could muster and smirked down on him “You’re so dead.” was all Mandy said. “Waitwaitwait ManDYY EHEHEHEHE!!” Chester squealed.

Mandy rapidly squeezed the clown's side and he burst into the goofiest giggle Mandy has ever heard come out of a person “Mahahahandy! Mahahahahandy- NOHOHOHO!!” Chester cackled as she squeezed up and down the jesters sides, testing to see where his most ticklish spots were. She was still mad at him, and she wanted revenge against him. “Ohohoho~ How did I NOT know about this?~” Mandy teased as she spidered his sides “MAHAHAHAHANDEHEHEHEY!!” Chester cackled and shook his head, the bells on his hat jingled furiously. “MAHAHANDY IHIHIHI’M SHOHOHORRY!!” Chester cried out as he pushed against her wrists “Oh? So now you’re sorry? I don’t think you are!” Mandy said as she roughly squeezed his hips and Chester tossed his head back and shrieked “NONONOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI REHEHEALLY AHAM SOHOHOHORRY!!!” Chester howled “LIAR!”

 Mandy yelled, but there was no anger behind it. Mandy dug her thumbs into the hollow of Chester’s hips and he flailed “NAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester screamed and slapped Mandy's arms, “Why not? Too tickle, tickle, ticklish for you?~” Mandy teased and switched between teasing his hips to scribbling across his belly. Chester was going insane, the bells on his hat jingled like crazy as he shook his head back and forth wildly and kicked his legs behind Mandy “MAHAHAHANDY STAHAHAHAP!!” Chester wailed, pushing against her “No.~” Mandy said, her fingers traveled up to his ribs and scribbled between the spaces and Chester cackled like a hyena “AHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Chester laughed “NAHAHAT THERE PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHANDY!!!” Chester begged “AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester squealed “Oh? Anywhere? Well, how abo-ut, HERE!” Mandy said and quickly shoved her fingers into Chester armpits and scribbled madly.

Chester clamped his arms down and his laughter went silent for a second before it came back tenfold. “NOOOOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHA *snort* MAHAHAHAHANDY!!” Chester snorted as tears streamed down his face. “Was that a snort?!” Mandy laughed and pressed harder “Do it again!” she commanded. “NAHAHA MAHAHA- *snort* MAHAHAHANDY P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!” Chester roared, as he kept his arms clamped down he wrapped his arms around his stomach and thrashed back and forth. Mandy continued her assault, she wasn’t ready to end this just yet, but she’d admit that his reaction was starting to worry her a bit. She moved her hands out of his armpits and just stared down at him.

Chester panted heavily and looked up at Mandy and wiped a tear from his left eye, “Ahahahare yohohou dohohohone?” Chester giggled and Mandy said nothing. She lifted up her hands and hovered them over top of his middle and wiggled her fingers slowly, “Nohohoho! Mahahandy dohohohon’t please!” Chester laughed as he eyed her fingers nervously “Where oh where will I tickle next?~” she asked as her fingers slowly descended downwards. She quickly moved them upwards towards his ribs and his arms and hands followed to try and block them “Mahahahandy!! Stohohop!” Chester giggled “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already laughing!” Mandy herself laughed at how giddy the jester beneath her was.

“Yeheheheah, and ihihihit’s gohohoing to tihihihickle..!” Chester squeaked as her hands darted downwards to his hips, but never touched them “Damn right!” Mandy said as one hand tickled his hip and the other went for his neck. Chester yelped and scrunched up his neck to try and protect it “STOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!” Chester squealed as he grabbed at Mandy’s wrists “IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough~” Mandy said and Chester let out this sad little noise; a mix between a whine and a yelp, “MEHEHEHEHERCEHEHEHEHEY!!” Chester shrieked as Mandy ghosted over the sensitive flesh between his hip bones “MEHEHEHERCY! UHUHUHUHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!!” Chester howled.

As much as Mandy would LOVE to sit here all day and tickle Chester to insanity (she might’ve already with the way he was acting) she let up. She brought her hands away from the fool and crossed her arms as she watched him finally, and properly this time, catch his breath. Mandy had to admit, she might’ve taken it a little too far, he was wheezing and clutched his sides as stray giggles still poured out of him. The black marks under his eyes were smudged from his tears and his entire face, ears and his neck was flushed. “You good clown? Had a good laugh?” Mandy asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, “Yohohohou’re ahahan ahahahasshole…” Chester mewled out and Mandy huffed “Takes one to know one, hun.” Mandy said and wiped some of the stray tears off of his face before she finally stood up off of the jester. Chester continues to lay on the ground and put his hands on his stomach as he still calmed his ragged breathing, Mandy walked over to the shop’s front door and turned their ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and locked the door before approaching Chester again.

“You gonna sleep on the floor tonight?” Mandy asked sarcastically and Chester huffed “You know, I just might, these marshmallows bags make for great pillows!” Chester said and picked up a bag of marshmallows and opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, “Stop eating the marshmallows…” Mandy said and Chester winked at her “I deserve this after the torture you put me through!” Chester said dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’ll do it again if you don’t get up!” Mandy threatened and wiggled her fingers at him, Chester’s face flushed and he sprung back up with the bag of marshmallows still in hand, Mandy’s face fell when she saw the bag in his hand “WELL! I think I’m going to go home now and get some rest!” Chester announced with a sort of mocking tone “You’ll be coming in tomorrow and helping me around here!” Mandy stated and Chester deflated “Sure yeah…” Chester said and began to walk past Mandy before he stopped and smirked.

Chester turned and looked “Oh and uh, by the way, I didn’t have any matches today, I just missed my alarm and didn’t come in.” Chester said with a smug look. Mandy spluttered and then growled “You son of a b- MMMMPH?!” Mandy was cut off as Chester shoved a marshmallow in her mouth and then ran away “CHEFFETER!!” Mandy mumbled out past the marshmallow and stomped her food. She walked towards her desk to grab her things “Can’t believe that idiot, he slept in?!” Mandy growled and saw something shine out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked to see that it was coming out of the garbage can, she walked over and pulled out Chester’s gift and looked into it again.

Inside the box, at the bottom of it was a large gem; it was a magenta color, as opposed to the purple color most of the gems from the mines were, and the way it was shaped made it look like a piece of candy with a wrapper on it. Mandy picked it out of the box and moved it around, with what little light was still left in the shop it caught on the gem and shimmered and shined in the light, “Woah…” Mandy said and brought the gem down and turned it around in her hand. Shoot, now she felt bad for going after Chester, but then again he had left her to handle the shop alone, but he hadn’t lied, she had overreacted to his joke. 

Despite this, Mandy had smiled and placed the gem in her pocket and picked up her things and closed shop and walked home. She’d apologize to Chester tomorrow, that was, if he didn’t sleep in again…

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(In this house, we love and respect Chester x Mandy!!!)

[ticklykitty216]

Hey, been a while since I sent anything, huh? Not sure If you plan on writing anything, but when you do, I wanna see something with any of the robotic brawlers!

(What’s this? Me? Finally getting to the asks in my inbox? ABSURD!!)

(I’m so sorry I haven’t done these, I lost my motivation for fics after Belle’s update, but now I’m back >:3c)

(Also you guys get to enjoy some fluff besides the actual tickling so you guys are getting FED tonight)

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Stu didn’t know how he’d become a guardian, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

It was common for brawlers in the same trio to live together but when it came to Stu ‘home’ was a tricky situation. Yes, he did have a house but he very rarely used his house, let alone was in it enough for it to be considered lived in. When you lived your life as a stunt dummy most of your days were spent in the robot maintenance section of Starr Parks getting put back together after a failed stunt.

So to be living in his house again for over at least 2 months now, and with other people now sharing the space with you is jarring to say the least. When Stu had heard about his new trio mates he hadn’t been too interested, during this point in his life a lot of stuff had lost interest in the stunt robot. He was just focused on his stunts and keeping the park goers entertained, but when he had actually met them and seen just how young and impressionable they were was a slap to the face, especially the youngest sister Bonnie.

Stu sobered up quickly and then began to panic from the state he’d let himself get into when Janet and Bonnie had shown up with basically no place to live (they had arrived at the park with little warning but had shown such prowess that the higher up had let them in). After many days of working and cleaning the neglected house (and keeping the robot out of maintenance long enough) the house had finally been in a livable state (for a human at least) to stay at. And after more months of decorating and bonding the house had become so much more lively.

Stu was knocked out of his thoughts when his sensors picked up the very familiar smell of something burning, he looked back to the stove top and cursed as he watched one of the pancakes he’d been making get burned and moved quickly to put out the piece of food. Once the fire hazard had been dealt with he cursed again as he threw it in the trash, he’d been about to get another one going when- “UNCLE STU!!” Bonnie yelled as she ran through the kitchen’s doorway, not having yet put on her boots, she stopped and slid a few feet before finally landing in front of Stu and wrapping her tiny arms around his middle in a hug. Stu laughed and patted her head “H-H-hey kiddo! Looks like someONES in a gOoD mood!” Stu said and Bonnie let go of him and started to stomp her feet in excitement “Today’s the first day I get to battle ALL BY MYSELF!!” Bonnie shouted and threw out her arms for emphasis. Stu laughed, “Good for you ki-kiddo!” Stu looked up to see a much more tired and less enthusiastic Janet walk in, she had her usual outfit minus the helmet and boots, her hair was a mess and she was moving much slower compared to her sister.

“Janet! Did you hear? Did you hear?!” Bonnie ran over to her sister and grabbed her hand with her sleeved hands and tugged on her towards the dinner table “Yes BonnieI heard, you wouldn’t stop talking about it since last night…” Janet said groggily as she allowed herself to be dragged by her younger sister, “Hey Stu…” Janet lazily waved to him. “Hel-lo Janet.” Stu said as he placed the remaining pancakes on a large plate and brought them over to the table as both sisters sat down. “Hey, there’s not a whole lot of pancakes here!” Bonnie said as she started to load pancakes onto her plate, “Yeah, and something smells burnt, Stu, did you burn the pancakes again?” Janet asked, seeming much more alert now.

Stu laughed nervously as he moved over to a cupboard “N-Noo-o-o-oo…” Stu said as he pulled out a can of oil and wheeled back over to the table and sat down. Janet looked at her plate of pancake and put 2 more onto Bonnie's plate, which she cheered to and Stu chuckled. They sat in silence for a couple of moments eating, Stu and Janet eating slowly while Bonnie was scarfing down her food, “Bonnie slow down! You’ll give yourself a tummy ache!” Janet said. “I can’t help it! I’m too excited to wait!” Bonnie said as she shoveled more pancakes into her mouth, Stu chuckled again “Yeah, l-liSTen to your sister.” Stu said as he placed the metal straw of the oil can to a small hole in his face where a mouth would be. Bonnie pouted but did as she was told.

Peace was restored, but Bonnie looked at Stu with a strange fascination. This had been the first time that they actually ate together in the same room as one another, and Janet and Bonnie had never seen Stu eat. Bonnie tilted her head “Uncle Stu?” “Yes?” “How come you don’t eat like the other robots?” Bonnie asked and Stu set the oil can on the table “I-I’m an older. Model. Of the roBOTS you s-see aro-ound the. Parks.” Stu said. “Yeah, but Barley’s an older bot and he eats people food!” Bonnie said putting another piece of pancake in her mouth, “Barley was uPGRADED to have a ‘b-b-better sto-o-mach’, iT CAN process human. Food.” said Stu. “And how come you don’t have the upgrade?” Janet asked this time and Stu put one of his arms around the back of the dinner chair, “To-o-o-oo expeNSIVE, e-especially when y-o-o-ou get as B-B-BUSted up as I dO.” Stu said and waved his opposite hand, as if to wave the thought away. “Is that why you still haven’t fixed your voice box?” Bonnie asked leaning over the table towards Stu, he, caught off guard by the question, coughed awkwardly and looked away “M-mAYBe..” Stu said and put the metal straw back to his ‘mouth’ and slurped at the rest of the oil. “Well I like your voice! It’s funny!” Bonnie said and put the rest of the pancakes in her mouth, “A-Ahaha.. Th-a-anks kid..” Stu said, but seemed upset. Stu wasn’t a bot to easily be upset about things, but his voice was a sore spot to discuss. He had a normal voice before, when he took an extreme fall and managed to knock his own head off from the force of him hitting the edge of a ramp and had lost bits of his voice box in the process, Pam had offered to replace the part but Stu didn’t have the means to repay her (he was already in debt to her for all the repairs she did on him, he didn’t need this as well).

Janet had picked up on Stu’s sudden mood shift but Bonnie had already jumped out of her chair and was pointing towards the front door, “Come on slowpokes! Let’s gooooo!!” she said as Janet got up and grabbed her helmet from the shelf next to the door “Calm down Bonnie! The events aren’t going anywhere, besides you still don’t have your boots on!” Janet said as Stu ‘stood’ up and watched Bonnie run over to the door and put her boots on “Come on, come on, come ooooon!!” Bonnie wailed impatiently as Janet took her sweet time to put her boots on. Stu laughed, “E-E-Easy the-r-re spitFIRE!” Stu said, putting the plates in the sink and tossed Janet her microphone. Bonnie huffed ran over and behind Stu and grabbed him by the hips to push him towards the door, “Let’s GOOOOO!!” Bonnie yelled and Stu, startled, put his breaks on and shrieked.

Janet jumped and Bonnie let go of Stu and looked up with fear and concern “Are you ok Uncle Stu? Did I hurt you..?” Bonnie asked and Stu could feel his internal fans kick on. Bonnie hadn’t hurt the stunt robot, but had rather tickled him, something he didn’t know he still was. “I-I-I-I Um, I yOU di-i-in’t hUrt- NO, I’m oKAAAAY?” Stu said, his voice glitching and fluctuating more than it normally did. Bonnie, confused, grabbed his hips again and this time Stu dashed forward and squealed, Janet laughed, “Was that you or your tire?” she asked and Bonnie grinned. “HEy! Do-o-o-on’t yOu have A MATCh t-to gEEeEt tO-OHOHO?!” Stu suddenly laughed as Bonnie placed her hands around his hips again and started to furiously squeeze the metal there.

“AAAHAH-AHAHA kiHIhIHIHIDdO NO-O-OHOHAHA!!” Stu laughed and hunched over as her tiny hands assaulted his metallic hips “I never knew you were ticklish Uncle Stu!” Bonnie squealed as she circled around to his front. “Me neither…” Janet said as she stepped closer to watch, “NEHE-heheHEE-ITheR DIHIHID I-I-I-IHIHI!!” Stu cackled and tried to wheel backwards but Bonnie followed his movements and her attack continued against the surprisingly sensitive area. Stu felt his sensors flare and his internal fan kick up a few notches to keep him from overheating but it did little to reduce the heat he felt in his face. Only Pam had known about his ticklishness, something he was embarrassed about, and he’d pray to whoever was listening to keep that a secret between the two of them, but now here he was having a child turn the battle hardened robot into a bunch of giggling bolts. “B-BOHOHONNI-EEEE NO-O-OHOHO!!” Stu laughed as he tried to pry her tiny hands off of him “KnOOHAHACK I-I-IT OoOOHOFF!!” Stu cackled trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “No way! This is the most amazing discovery ever!!” Bonnie cheered and moved her hands upward towards the bot's stomach.

Stu squeaked at the sudden shift and his laughter picked back up, “NOHOHO n-NOHOT T-T-THEHEHE-HAHA-HERE!!” Stu screeched, and he tilted too far back on his tire and fell backwards onto the ground “Stu! Bonnie!” Janet yelped in alarm and moved over to the two of them, Bonnie took this opportunity to pounce onto Stu to get better leverage and started to wiggle her fingers all over him “Where else are you ticklish Stu?!” Bonnie asked and Stu made a choked squeal at the feeling.

Stu was an absolute mess and was struggling to keep his hardware from combusting from the pressure (and embarrassment) from the situation “Tickle tickle tickle!! Who knew a robot could be so ticklish!!” Bonnie giggled and raked her little fingers over the middle of his stomach “AAAAAIEEEE-HEHEHE!!! B-B-BoOoOoHOHOHONNI-E-E! AHAHA-HAAA-HaHAhA!! NOHOHOoHoHoo M-MoOHOH-O-OHORE!!” Stu howled and (gently) pushed against Bonnie’s face in an attempt to get her off, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her after all. “NEVER!!” Bonnie squealed out and laughed along with Stu “Janet! Help me out here!” Bonnie yelled and Stu frantically shook his head “N-NOHOHO-AIEEE!!” Stu screeched and tossed his head back “JAHAH-A-A-AHANET DOohOHoHOn’T Y-Y-OU DAHAhAhahA-DAHAHARe!!!” Stu cackled and twisted side to side to try and shake Bonnie off.

Janet hummed and looked down at the two before she smirked “Sure, I’ll help…” Janet said and reached forward, “J-JAhahaAN-E-ET NAHA-” “-EEEEHEHEHEK?!” Stu opened his eye at the sudden noise and looked up to see Janet pulling Bonnie off of him and squeezing her younger sister’s sides rapidly. “JAHAHANET YOHOHOU TRAHAHAITOR!!” Bonnie squealed and kicked her legs in the air while Janet laughed “What? You said to help!” Janet giggled and swung Bonnie around and walked away with her flailing sister in her arms. Stu took the moment to catch his breath, despite not technically needing it.

Stu slowly got back up, and clutched the kitchen counter for support as he heard Bonnie shrieking and Janet laughing along with her. Stu followed the sound out into the living room as Janet now assaulted her smaller sister's belly. “JAHAHANET NOOOOOHOHO!! IHIHIHI’M GONNA BEHEHE LAHAHATE!!” Bonnie howled as she now tried to wriggle out of her sister’s grip, “Should’a thought of that when you were taking a crack at Stu!” Janet laughed and Stu (had he had a visible mouth) smirked and reached for Bonnie's ribs “P-P-Payback’s nOt so-o-o-o sWEEt is it?” Stu asked and Bonnie howled “NO-NO-NO-NOHOHO AHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!” she laughed and kicked her feet in protest.

Janet and Stu tickled Bonnie for a few more seconds before they let her go, Bonnie held her sides and giggled for a minute before she pouted “Yohohou guhuys are mehehean..” Stu reared back with a dramatic gasp, “M-MEAN?! YoU young M-M-Missy sta-a-arted this!” Stu said and waggled his finger at her “You’re not supposed to team up on me!” Bonnie yelled and flailed her long sleeves at the stunt dummy robot. “Hey! Shouldn’t we be going? Don’t want you to be late to your match right?” Janet said and walked towards the front door, Bonnie jumped up and quickly ran over to her sister “YES! Finally! Let’s go!!!” Bonnie said and opened the front door and looked up to Stu. “You coming Uncle Stu?” Bonnie asked and bounced on her heels “YoOoU two g-go ahead. I-I’ll ca-a-tch up.” Stu said and gently waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion.

“Ok, but you better show up!” Bonnie said and ran out the door to go find her canon, Clyde. Janet looked at Stu and put a hand on her hip “You ok?” she asked “Y-Yeah, why?” Stu asked and tilted his head slightly “I dunno, you seemed upset earlier and your voice was glitching like crazy!” Janet said with concern “O-Oh. Ye-eah, I’m fine, do-o-on’t worRY ABOut me.” Stu said and gave her a thumbs up. Janet opened her mouth to say something when Bonnie shouted something and Janet looked out to her “COMING!” Janet said and closed the front door behind her.

Stu stood in the middle of the living room and let out a sigh, “H-H-How did I-I mANAGE tO Get stu-u-ck with THose crA-A-A-Azy kidz?” Stu laughed and grabbed his cape and headed out the door after his trio mates.

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(UNGA BUNGA I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD)

[ticklykitty216]

Eyy I haven't seen much content from ya, so assuming you still have requests open... maybe legit anything with Colette as a lee/ler?

(Ohohoho man, Colette my beloved, I have forgotten how much I love your weird fangirl mannerisms)

(This is a sort of pseudo-sequel to my first fic (the one with Byron and Edgar) but this can be read as a stand alone fic as well)

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There was nothing Colette loved more than collecting info on her favorite brawler, which was basically everyone. She knew when everyones birthdays were, knew their favorite colors, and where every brawler tended to hangout at. This info would come in handy when she wanted to meet up with one of them or to ‘add a souvenir’ to her collection.

Ever since Colette, Edgar and Byron had moved in together she had learned all the weird little quirks and habits of the others, like how Byron hated people making food for him, or the way Edgar would pick at the studs on his belt when he wasn’t paying attention to what people we saying to him, but there were still things sh learned about the them,or more specifically Edgar.

Colette spent a lot of time with Edgar. Both inside the house and while at work. Colette loved spending time with Edgar, though he would object to her anytime she suggested hanging out, though Colette never took it personally, he was generally rough around the edges. But from the times that they’d hung out she’d always learn something about him, and then she’d write it down in the scrapbook of hers.

The scrapbook. Colette’s pride and joy. It held everything she held dear to her in it; autographs, pictures, her ‘souvenirs’ (that were often disgusting, like Bibi’s gum and Leon’s lollipop stick) and of course, brawler trivia and facts. She was always adding to a brawlers fact page, there was so much to learn, and when you spend enough time with someone you learn embarrassing facts about them.

Like how deathly ticklish your emo roommate and coworker is.

She had suspected early on that the boy was ticklish. The way he would flinch away from certain touches and the little noises he’d make when her hands would brush against his sides when she’d given him surprise hugs, she’d never had the time to test her theory, but now was the perfect time.

Currently Colette and Edgar were in their shared house, Byron was out brawling in a Heist event and wouldn’t be back for at least 5 more hours (had Colette’s math been correct given his recent win rates). They were both vibing in the living room, Edgar was laying on their couch scrolling through his phone and Colette sat on the opposite end of said couch, currently scribbling in her scrapbook with her knees pulled up to her chest (using them to prop up said book). Colette was currently doodling a semi-crude picture of Edgar in her scrapbook, and was labeling certain parts of his body, she was going to figure out where he was ticklish, she just had to figure out how she was going to make it happen.

Colette idly flipped through her scrapbook as she thought of how she would do this, “Hey Edgar, did you hear that Emz’s birthday is coming up?” Colette said casually and Edgar hummed “Yeah, she’s been posting about it on her Insta.” Edgar said bluntly. “Do you plan to get her anything for her birthday?” Colette asked and looked at her edgy roommate, “Eh, probably not…” Edgar said, still looking at his phone, Colette lightly gasped “Why not?! I thought you two were friends?!” she yelled and Edgar finally looked at her “We’re not friends. Just cuz we have similar interests doesn’t mean we’re close.” Edgar said flatly. Colette feigned a sad look and whimpered “If you and Emz aren’t friends then… What are we?” Colette said and now moved to sit on her legs, scrapbook now on the arm of the couch and her arms were brought up to her chests, making puppy eyes at Edgar.

Edgar rolled his eyes with a huff “We’re… acquaintances…” Edgar said and looked away, Colette gasped and reeled back “ACQUAINTANCES?! Edgar, you wound me!!” Colette cried before she leaned forward again, Edgar put his hands up defensively “We work together and we brawl together, but other than that I wouldn’t say we’re close!” “Edgar, we LIVE together!” Colette said “We also live with Byron!” he shot back. “We hang out all the time! We’re technically hanging out right now!” Colette argued, “I mean, it’s more like we’re coexisting in the same room…” Edgar mumbled “Same difference!” Colette said.

“Why are you so hung up about this?” Edgar asked and Colette scoffed, “Well with how much we spend time together it hurts to know you don’t consider me a friend!” Colette said and idly slapped the tops of her thighs and looked away. “Alright, despite the fact that we spend SOOOO much time together, I know nothing about you.” Edgar said and crossed his arms, Colette tilted her head “How could you not know anything about me? I tell you stuff about me all the time!” Colette said and moved closer to him “No you don’t, you always talk about the others!” Edgar said and Colette rolled her eyes “I also talk about myself! And I talk about you too!” she said and Edgar raised an eyebrow “Oh? And what do you know?” Edgar said with suspicion.

 “Well, I know your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, I know you like a certain brand of nail polish cause it doesn’t chip easily, I know you don’t like working late shifts because it messes up your parkour routine-” Colette said moving closer to Edgar, he seemed to notice and tried to back up against the couch “I also know you don’t like when people criticize your technics because now one else does parkour like you do.” Colette said and pinned Edgar to the couch “Get off! I may not know much about you but I know you’re crazy!” Edgar said and Colette huffed and smiled. “There’s one other thing I know about you.” Colette said and smirked and Edgar gulped nervously “And what’s that?” he asked. Colette had this downright evil look on her face as she leaned close to Edgar.

“I know you’re ticklish~” Colette whispered to him and Edgar paled. 

For a few moments the world seemed frozen as Edgar sweat bullets beneath his coworker before after what seemed like eternity, Edgar’s scarf moved first. His scarf moved out and pushed against Colette's face as he used his arms to grab the sides of the couch to pull himself away “Hey! Where are you going?!” Colette said and grabbed his scarf and moved them out of her way “Get away from me!” Edgar yelped and tried to flop off the couch but Colette was faster, she expected this to happen.

Colette had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, and in one swift motion managed to get his scarf off with little resistance (she wondered if his scarf had allowed her to do that?)  “I know you’re ticklish, I just don’t know where. That’s what we’re going to find out!” Colette said excitedly as she rolled up her sleeves and wiggled her fingers down at the emo boy and his face flushed. “No! Nononono- Get off of mehehe!” Edgar giggle and grabbed Colette’s wrists to keep them away, she giggled herself and fought against Edgar’s strength, her hands slowly descended downwards towards his sides “Gee Edgar, I haven’t even touched you and you’re already giggling, you must be really ticklish if this is just getting to you!” Colette teased and his face flushed brighter as he was fighting back against her wiggling fingers “Shuhut up!” he growled out, and became more panicked as her hands were now just inches above his sides.

Colette started to wiggle her fingers more and pushed against his hands “You can’t fight this forever!~” Colette cooed and with one sudden push her fingers made contact with his clothed sides and Edgar choked. He spluttered and kicked his legs out before a laugh left him and he shook his head “COHOHOHOLETTE NOHOHO!!” Edgar cackled. Colette gasped and squealed down at him “Aaaw Edgar! Your laugh is so cute!!” Colette gushed as she skittered her fingers up and down the boy's sides “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Edgar wailed as he still tried to push against her hands, “NAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IT OHOHOFF!!” Edgar laughed and tried to shake Colette off “No way! We’re just getting started my dear acquaintance!” Colette said with a mischievous smile and Edgar made a noise akin to a growl. Colette’s fingers were fast and precise, trying to figure out what made Edgar laugh the hardest, “Gee, I wonder just ticklish you are…” Colette said as her fingers suddenly darted across the top of his stomach and Edgar howled “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar shrieked and Colette giggled “Why not here? Too tickle tickle ticklish for you to handle?~” Colette teased as one hand tickled his lower belly while the other went to his ribs.

Edgar shook his head violently and started to thrash side to side, anything to try and get this maniac off of him, “COHOHOHOLETTE PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!” Edgar wheezed, “Oh but Edgar! I can’t stop now! I’ve never seen you smile or laugh like this before!” Colette said as she scribbled between the boys ribs “NAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHAHA!! WHEHEHEHEN THIHIHIS IS OHOHOVER YOHOHOU ARE SOHO DEAHAHAD!!” Edgar threatened and Colette rolled her eyes “Oh don’t be like that! I know you like it!~” she teased.

Colette looked at Edgar and studied his reactions before she got a nasty little idea, she had never really seen him without his scarf on, “I wonder…” Colette said out loud as she suddenly shot her right hand to Edgar’s neck and spidered against the sensitive flesh. Edgar’s eyes boggled in his head and he let out a very girly shriek that, Colette would admit, hurt her ears before his laughter hiked up 10 octaves, “NOHOHOHO NONONO NOHOHO STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PL-PLEHEHEASE!!!” Edgar howled and Colette leaned closer “Jackpot! Seems I’ve found a good spot huh?” Colette asked.

Edgar could no longer get a cohesive word out as he laughed and laughed, tears were streaming down his face and his face was so red it would put a tomato to shame. Colette continued her assault until she felt Edgar slow his fighting down “P-PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUHUNCLE!!” Edgar begged as he dared to look up at his coworker. Colette slowed her assault on the boy's neck, and brought her hands back down to his sides, but her movements were now more sluggish and slow, giving him a small break from the more intense tickles she’d unleashed on him. “Oh Edgar, what am I going to do with you?” Colette asked and shook her head with a little huff. Edgar still laughed and giggled as Colette's fingers moved slowly over his ribs down to his sides and over his belly, “Stohohohohop ihihihit!” he giggled and finally managed to swat her hands away from him.

“Oh fine, I’ll stop.” Colette said with a sigh of defeat and hung her head slightly, she stole a look at her coworker and smiled at him, he looked so cute like this, and she giggled at him. Edgar gasped and wheezed for air and glared at the girl perched on top of him “Whahahahat ahahare yohohou looking ahahat?” Edgar asked and Colette smiled sweetly at him “You silly!” she said and tilted her head “You looked like you were having fun laughing your little head off like that!” she chirped at him and Edgar wrapped his arms around his middle “Nohoho I wahahasn’t!!” he said defensively and Colette brought her hand up to her mouth “Yes you were!” she said with a smirk “Cause if you weren’t, then you wouldn’t have been laughing! Duh!” she finished.

*~*~*

It was late at night as Colette colored in her scrapbook. She giggled to herself as she colored in the crude drawing of Edgar with a red colored pencil and then wrote with her pen “VERY TICKLISH” at an arrow pointing at Edgar’s neck. She sighed as she looked at the picture “Shame I didn’t get to tickle his lower half, oh well, I’ll just have to do it some other time!” Colette said as she closed her scrapbook, as she moved across her room, which was littered with plush and crumpled up pieces of paper, she passed by the mirror and stood in front of it. Her hand ghosted over her left eye which now sported a large bruise over it, “I’ll certainly be getting revenge for this, don’t you worry my dear friend!” she laughed. 

She couldn't stay mad at Edgar for punching her, she admitted that she deserved it, but still, it would fuel her up for a little revenge against him, Colette turned and as she moved away from the mirror and flopped on her bed, exhausted from today's events, and was already planning her next attack against her moody ‘friend’.

***

(OWO? POSSIBLE SEQUEL IN THE FUTURE??)

(Maybe, if this motivation keeps up!)

[ticklykitty216]

YO I JUST GOT INTO THE BRAWLSTARS FANDOM!! If you're looking for tk requests

Then how about a tickle fanfic with Colt and Shelly having a Tickle Fight (Could be a ship fic or not its up to you!)

(Ack! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to these requests!! When I opened them I had motivation but when they started coming in I lost it, but now I’m finally (and slowly) starting to get to them!!)

(Also ngl it actually took me a while to think of how this specific scenario would play out)

(Also, I don’t know spanish, so I had to used a random english-to-spanish translator so if some of the things Shelly says doesn’t make any sense to you spanish speakers, I’m so sorry lol)

***

Shelly was unpacking some of the boxes in her room. She’d moved in a few weeks ago but never fully unpacked some of the boxes she’d brought over. She had moved in with her “friend”, Colt, because she’d been running low on money and it had been getting harder to pay the bills, Colt had offered to let her move into a spare room, she’d only planned to stay for a little while to get her situation figured out but Colt kept insisting she stay.

She’d been on the fence about staying with Colt, on one hand it was super easy to deal with bills if they both pitched in and would split their money to pay for them, on the other hand... Well, she was living with Colt. As much as Shelly liked Colt, the sheriff was... full of himself, and that was putting it lightly.

Don’t get her wrong, Shelly liked Colt, he was friendly and nice, he was a good shot as well and every now and then he says something that’s actually funny, but he also was cocky and obsessed with his appearance. This normally wouldn’t annoy Shelly that much if these things just happened every once in a while, but Colt constantly spent hours in the morning getting ready and would get sassy and snap at her when she pointed this out to him.

She’d been mulling over her options when she heard a knock at her door, “Yeah?” Shelly asked and Colt peaked his head in “Speak of the Devil and he shall appear...” Shelly thought sarcastically and Colt smiled nervously “Hey... Was just checking in on you, you’ve been in here for a while and was getting a little worried.” Colt said.

“Worried? Why would you worry?” Shelly questioned, “Well, you’ve been in here all day and I haven’t seen you that much!” Colt said and allowed himself into the room, Shelly looked out the window and saw that the sun had began to dip below the horizon, shoot, had she really been in here all day unpacking?! She looked down and saw that she’d only gotten through a 2 and half boxes of her unpacked items and frowned, she hadn’t even been unpacking she’d been lost in thought the whole day...

“I’m fine Colt, just been thinking about things...” Shelly finally respond, “Thinking about what?” Colt asked and Shelly sighed before rubbing the back of her neck “About... Your offer to stay here..” she said before then pinching the bridge of her nose “I just... It’s been...” she stammered, why was it so hard to just explain to him the situation?! Shelly growled before looking at Colt, he just stood there with this deadpanned expression that held some slight concern to it.

“I’ll... I’ll tell you later, are you cooking tonight or are we getting takeout again?” Shelly said before sighing again afterwards, Colt was silent for a moment before he responded “Oh! Uh, I can cook for us! How would uh, spaghetti sound?” Colt said and flushed slightly “Sounds good, don’t burn it this time.” Shelly said and closed up the box next to her, she’d deal with that later. “It was one time Shell!” Colt said as he exited the room.

+*+*+*+

Shelly was sitting in front of her mirror brushing out her ponytail, she never liked having her hair down, not even when she was getting ready for bed or going to sleep. Colt had managed to not burn the pasta this time, but the meatballs he’d made with the spaghetti were a little hard to chew, “How did this man survive by himself?” Shelly thought to herself while rolling her eyes and smiling.

She set the brush down and yawned while stretching, she’d already changed into her pajamas and was about to flop on her bed when she heard a knock at her door again “Yeah?” she asked. Colt poked his head in once more and smiled slightly “Hey uh, mind if I come in?” he asked “Sure, just be quick I’m tired...” Shelly said and flopped onto her back on the bed and looked at Colt.

Colt walked in, he was also wearing his pajamas and approached the bed “You said that you’d been thinking about my offer to stay?” he questioned and Shelly huffed through her nose and sat up “Yeah... I’d been thinking about it...” she said and Colt sat down on the bed as well, “I, haven’t decided fully if I’ll stay-stay, but I might stay for a bit longer...” Shelly said and Colt leaned in a little closer.

“Why not stay? I mean, I know your a little reserved and like your privacy, but isn’t it easier to share a house with someone?” asked Colt and Shelly felt her cheeks heat up a little “I mean yeah, it’s easier and yeah, I like my privacy... But, well...” Shelly said and looked away “Well?” Colt asked and shifted a little closer to her, “Well, I-” Shelly looked up at Colt and noticed how close he was to her, she flushed a deep red before quickly putting her hands to his sides and pushed him away.

** Colt let out this startled, squeal and giggled(?) as he was pushed back. Shelly, who was still flustered was now slightly confused, why did he giggle? Colt looked up at her as his face flushed as well. There was a moment of silence between them, before Shelly reached out and squeezed his side again.

“ACK! Shehehelly no!” Colt giggled and quickly swatted her hand away. Shelly for a split second sat there dumbfounded, before an evil look crossed her face, “S-Shelly...?” Colt said trying to crawl away, Shelly grabbed Colt by the legs and pulled him back over to her and she moved up so she was now looming over the sheriff “Colt... You never mentioned that you were ticklish!” she said and sat on top of the gunslinger’s thighs “WHAT?! Pfffft! I’m not ticklish!” Colt quickly said nervously pushing at her.

“Oh? Well then, if you’re not ticklish you wouldn’t mind if I did this would you?” Shelly said and began to quickly scribble her fingers into Colt’s sides. Colt made this half strangled noise as a peal of laughter tore out of him “WAHAHAIT! Shehehehelly nohohoho!!” Colt laughed as he quickly grabbed hold of Shelly wrist and tried to pry them off “What? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Shelly said and started to squeeze all over his sides.

“Shehehehelly! NOHOHO! Stohohohop!!” Colt laughed and started to squirm violently underneath Shelly “Pfft! Stop? No way, I just started!” Shelly said and started to move her way up to his ribs. Colt made weird noise as her hands started to travel upwards, he started to kick his legs and shake his head “NOHOHO!! HAHAHA SHEHEHELLY DOHOHON’T!!” Colt cried out “Why not? This a bad spot?” Shelly teased as her fingers scratched at his lower ribs.

Colt let out a shriek as his ribs were being tickled, they were pretty bad. He tried pushing and slapping her hands away, but Shelly had surprisingly strong hands. He panicked for a moment before he quickly placed his hands at her sides to try and push her away. Shelly arched her back “AYE!!” she squawked and for a second she stopped her assault.

It didn’t take long for Colt to realize what he’d done “Nohoho way! You’re ticklish too?!” Colt said while giggling and Shelly flushed again “Not nearly as you!” Shelly said quickly squeezing his ribs, Colt gasped and squealed before rapidly squeezing Shelly’s sides. Shelly gasped and quickly shut her mouth and tensed up, she tried to focus on tickling Colt, but his hands were just as quick as hers, and he kept squeezing up and down her sides.

Shelly lasted a whole 20 seconds before she bursted out into belly laughter “COHOHOHOLT!!” she bellowed, but she kept up her attack at his ribs “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BEHEHEHELIEVE YOHOHOU’RE THIHIS TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!!” Colt laughed as he started to spider quickly up and down her sides “YOHOHOHOU’RE OHOHONE TOHO TAHAHAHALK!!” Shelly laughed as she started to scratch between his ribs.

Colt using what little strength he had left pushed as hard as he could against Shelly’s middle and managed to knock her back. Filled with adrenaline he quickly turned the tabled and now loomed over Shelly, “Yohohou’ll pahahay fohor thahat...!” Colt said wiggling his fingers over Shelly’s middle. For a second Colt could see regret flash in her eyes before it was replaced with uncertainty and anger “Dohohon’t yohou dare!” Shelly said but a nervous and shy smile was already on her face “I would dare..” Colt said and plunged his fingers back to her sides.

Shelly once again arched her back and howled before she tried to fight Colt off. Colt pushed against her, keeping her pinned as he spidered all over her sides and occasionally her toned stomach as well, “COHOHOHOLT!! LO JURO POR DIOS, ¡BASTA!” Shelly howled as she shook her head “Sorry Shells, I don’t speak spanish! Could you repeat that?~” Colt teased as he tried her ribs, she apparently wasn’t as ticklish there as her laughter calmed just enough- “¡IDIOTA, HE DICHO QUE PARES!” Shelly said, she was still laughing enough to where it was a little hard to understand her.

“Pfft, who are you calling an “Idiota”? You’re the one who started this!” Colt chuckled, he may not know much spanish but he was able to pick that work out loud and clear! Shelly thrashed underneath Colt and squeezed his sides again “Nohoho! Shehehelly!!” he chortled “¡VAS A PAGAR POR ESTO!“ Shelly said and started after the gunslinger again.

+*+*+*+

After a few minutes of back and forth tickling and many things being said to each other, both in english and in spanish the two finally stopped. They both layed there on the bed gasping and panting, and giggling like madmen. Colt was laying on his back while Shelly was on her stomach, the sheets on the bed we half off and one of the pillows was on the floor.

Colt looked over at Shelly, “Whahat wehehere yohou trying toho sahahay before..?” he said through some stray giggled, Shelly was silent for a moment, “No lo tiene-” she stopped herself “It doesn’t matter, besides, I’m too tired to remember...” Shelly said dropping her head back down onto the bed.

Colt rolled his eyes before getting up off the bed and walked to the other side of the room, turned the light off before walking back over to the bed and flopped back down onto it “Hey! You have your own room and bed!” Shelly said and pushed his side, Colt giggled as he picked the stray pillow off of the ground and placed it under his head, “Sorry Shells, can’t hear you over the sound of me sleeping...” Colt said and quickly fell asleep. Shelly huffed and turned on her side away from Colt.

... She thought she might stay a little longer with Colt.

***

(Here, have this monstrously long fic, also once again sorry to anyone who speaks spanish, I don’t know it ^^’)

[ticklykitty216]

I mean... not sure of the scenario, but perhaps something with the goldenarm gang?

(Ohohoho, I had an idea mulling around for something to do with the Goldarm Gang, specifically Belle, and now I finally have my chance!)

(This one got REEEEALLY REALLY long because I’d been thinking about this for a bit, so kinda sorry in advance for the long story? lol)

(I always take so long to actually get the tickling part, you should know the drill by now. Go to the “ ** ”if you just wanna skip to tickling bit)

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The Goldenarm Gang had just returned to their hideout after a successful heist. Their leader, Belle, was stashing their loot away while the other two members, Edgar and Tara, waited for Belle to return.

Edgar was sitting in a chair reading a book, with his feet propped up on the table, while Tara was sitting on a mat that was slightly in the corner of the room, meditating.

Belle opened the door and sighed, wiped her forehead with her golden arm and threw a single bag of gold onto the table, the coins spilled out around Edgars boots and he looked up from his book to see the commotion.

“Whoo! Good job on that heist gang.” Belle said walking over to a map of some small towns, and placed a note that said “Done” on one of the towns. “Of course we did good, those suckers didn’t even know what hit them.” Edgar said, in a rather monotone voice and turned the page of his book.

“You’re right about that!” Belle said with a quick laugh and turned to look at him, before a slight frown crossed her face “Boy, what have I told you about putting your feet up on the table?” Belle said. Edgar looked up and glared before he reluctantly took his feet off the table, Tara opened her eye, she could already feel tension brewing between the two.

“Now don’t look at me like that, not after I just complemented you and your work.” Belle said and walked over to the table and pulled up a chair to sit at it. Edgar rolled his eyes but closed his book and placed it on the table, “I think we need something more challenging.” Edgar said. “More challenging?” Belle said raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that heist was almost too easy. It felt off to me.” Edgar said, “Yeah, I chose an easy target because your a new member, I ain’t gonna immediately throw you into the deep end.” Belle said and leaned forward towards Edgar, and Tara huffed, so much for a peaceful night...

“I can handle a more challenging heist!” Edgar said, frustration dripping from his voice, “I’m sure you can, but we just hit a small, but well known town. All the bigger towns, with the bigger banks, are gonna up security. We’re gonna have to lay low for a bit.” Belle said crossing her arms and looking down at the gold on the table. “Then we should strike immediately! Before they can up security!” Edgar said slamming his fist into the table.

“Hey! I’m leader of the gang! And I call the shots!” Belle barked out slamming her own fist into the table, she stood up and walked around the table towards Edgar “I appreciate your enthusiasm and love for theft, but you gotta know when to back off.” Belle said and Edgar stood up as well as Belle now stood in front of him “Both, when doing heists, and when talking to your leader like that.” Belle hissed out. Edgar glared before a huff escaped him, “I still think you’re being too cautious, we can still do so much!” Edgar growled.

Belle herself huffed and rolled her eyes before glaring at the teen “Boy you are lucky I’m in a good mood tonight,” she said and took a step forward threateningly, Edgar’s scarf raised itself in defense, he obviously had no plans to attack Belle (he wasn’t that stupid) but he was ready to jump back if she went to strike him. “Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place!” Belle said and jabbed her fingers into his side.

** Edgars eyes widened and a choked sound came out of him as he took a quick step back, his scarf shuddered. Belle made a confused look and Tara cracked her eye open to see what happened. Edgar’s face heated up as Belle took another step forward and jabbed him again “Snrk-! Stop!” Edgar said quickly slapping Belle’s hand away and backed up again. Belle stood there for a second before it clicked, and she smirked “Edgar... You’re not ticklish are you?” Belle asked, she took another step towards him.

Edgars face turned another shade of red and quickly looked over his right shoulder “No! Why would I be?” he said and started to walk backwards, and Belle kept pace “If you really aren’t ticklish, then why are you acting suspicious?” Belle asked and cracked her knuckles. Edgar swallowed and tried to quickly jump backwards, but he’d tripped over his chair and stumbled back.

Belle, like a cat waiting for the right moment, lunged at Edgar and grabbed his arms, and took him down to the ground. Tara just watched on from her spot on the floor as Belle wrangled the moody teen, Belle had managed to get his scarf off, and in the scuffle his hat had been knocked off as well. “BELLE! GET OFF OF ME!!” Edgar yelled as he tried to push the older woman off of him, but she was strong despite her appearance, and didn’t budge.

“Come now Edgar!” Belle said as she pinned his left hand down with her golden arm, Edgar had his hand gripping Belle left wrist and it slowly descended down to his side, “I thought you said you wanted something more challenging!~” Belle teased as her hand finally made contact with the teens side and started to quickly scribble her fingers into it.

Edgars eyes bulged and he bit the inside of his cheek, and started to kick his legs. A smile found it’s way to face and he closed his eyes and started to tremble under Belle’s fingers. “Hehe, what’s wrong boy? Cat got your tongue?~” Belle teased as she stared to squeeze up and down his side. He opened one of his eyes to glare at Belle, and he cracked when she’d squeeze near his hips, “Behehehelle! Stohohop!” he giggled out, “There ya go!” Belle said and chuckled.

Belle took her golden hand off of Edgar’s wrist and quickly brought it to his other side. He spluttered before a louder laugh left him. “BEHEHELLE! NOHOHO STOP!” he laughed and tried to push her hands away “Stop? Now why would I do that?” Belle said as she started to squeeze more up towards his ribs. “NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP IT! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar cried and started to wiggle back and forth.

“Not where, here?” Belle said, her hands went under his poncho to his ribs and started to scribble her fingers into his ribs “BEHEHEHEHELLE! STOP STOHOHOHOP! NOHOHOHO HAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar shrieked and shook his head and kicked his legs. “Ha! I didn’t realize you were this ticklish!” Belle said and snickered, her hands traveled back down to his sides and stomach, she lifted the hem of his shirt up and gently skittered her nails over his exposed belly, while her right hand squeezed his side.

Edgar let out a squeak before he started to thrash, “BEHEHEHELLE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Edgar laughed as he tried to pull his shirt back down “Oh? You’re already begging? I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Belle said menacingly “GOHOHOHOHOOD PAHAHART?!” Edgar laughed out.

Belle pulled her golden arm away from his side and used her teeth to pull the glove off of her hand, she pulled his shirt (and subsequently his poncho as well) and managed to wiggle her golden fingers up into the teens armpit.

Edgar lost it. The cold touch of her golden hand against his sensitive skin sent his nerves over the edge. He let out a high-pitched shriek and his laughter went silent, before it came back as a loud, screechy and shrill laughter. “BEHEHEHEHE- HAHAHAHAHA- BEHEHEHELLE!! NOHOHOHO- HEHEHAHAHAHA-!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!!” Edgar said, barely managing to get the sentence out through his laughter.

“I don’t know Edgar, I mean, you look like you’re having fun down there.” Belle teased as she gently fluttered her nails over his waistline. “Besides, I think you deserve this for backtalking me all the time!” Belle said. Edgar could feel tears starting to slide down his cheeks, and he was slowly losing the energy to fight back.

Belle was actually starting to feel a little sorry for the kid, but she didn’t stop immediately, she let her cold, golden hand travel down from his armpit to ribs, then all the way down to his sides and belly. “Edgar.” Belle said, with a certain edge to it that brought his attention back to her “YEHEHES?!” he laughed out, his hands weakly trying to push her hands away by the wrists.

“I’m leader of the gang, correct?” Belle said as both her thumbs drilled into his hipbones “YEHEHEHES!!” he cackled out and arched his back “So... That means you gotta listen to me, right?” Belle said and watched for Edgar’s reactions. He paused for a second before he responded, “YEHEHEHEHES!!” Belle hummed at his response, “And if that means you’re gonna listen to me, that means you won’t backtalk me and question my decisions, right?” Belle asked.

“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES OK WHAHAHATEHEHEHEVER YOHOU SAY!! JUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOP ALREHEHEADY!!” Edgar squealed out as he wiggled in a last ditch effort to escape Belle’s merciless fingers. “I want to hear you say it.” Belle said as her golden fingers got dangerously close to his belly button, “Tell me you’re not gonna backtalk, or questions my decisions. AND that you’ll follow my orders, no matter how much you disagree with them!” Belle said.

Edgar gaped at her before another peal of laughter left him. For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, and Belle huffed. “Come on Edgar, say it!” she said and repositioned herself so she could get closer to his stomach “Don’t make me start blowing raspberries...” he warned. His eyes widened up at her, “NOHOHO DOHOHON’T!” he cried out and she raised her eyebrow “Then say it.” she said.

Edgar turned his head away and a conflicted look crossed his face, he really didn’t want to promise that, but he was slowly starting to go insane from all the tickling. Belle rolled her eyes, and a smiled crossed her lips despite herself. “Fine then, I guess we’re gonna have to give some raspberries then.” she said and grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his side. “Wahahahait! WAIT NOHOHO!” Edgar cried out as Belle sucked in a deep breathe.

“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAIT STOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!!” Edgar shrieked out, and Belle stopped, her face was a few inches away from his quivering stomach, when she exhaled her breathe teased his stomach. “Ihihihi... Ihihihi... G-gihihihive mehehe a sehehecond..!” he giggled out. “Hurry, I don’t have all day!” Belle warned, she was really tempted to just go ahead and blow that raspberry regardless, “Hohohohohold ohohon! L-Lehehet mehe catch my breheheheathe!” he cried out.

Belle rolled her eyes, but did let him catch his breathe. After a minute or two of Edgar gasping and giggling he looked away, shut his eyes and swallowed both the lump in his throat and his pride, he looked back at Belle. “Ihihihi prohohomise... I prohomise to lihihisten toho yohohou, ahahand to nohohot bahahacktalk you...” he said through a few giggles. Belle sat back up, though her hands still pinned his down “And promise to follow my orders, even if you don’t like them.” she said, with the scolding tone. “Behehehelle!” Edgar whined out, “Say it, or I’ll tickle you to death boy!” she threatened.

Edgar flinched at her words, and a loud whine escaped his through “FINE!” he shouted, “Ihihi also prohohomise to fohohohollow yohohour orders...” he said. “Even if you don’t like them?” Belle asked and he growled, “Yehehehes... Evehehen if Ihihi dohon’t like thehehem...” he said and looked away from Belle.

“There!” Belle said as she put the glove back on her golden hand and stood up off of him “That wasn’t so hard was it?” she asked and pulled the teen to his feet. He stumbled for a second, not expecting to be pulled up so quickly. Belle grabbed him by his shoulders as he steadied himself, he pulled his shirt and poncho back down and walked over to where his hat and scarf were on the ground.

“Go take a bath and get ready for bed, we might not be going out to do a heist, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t things to do around the base!” Belle said and clapped Edgar on the back as he walked by her, he just growled in response before he disappeared down a hallway.

“Mmmm hmmm mmm?” Tara asked from her corner, she was in a relaxed position with her legs still crossed, “Oh he’ll be fine, he’s just sore I made him giggle!” Belle said and laughed, Tara rolled both her eye and her third eye “Mmmhmm mmm mmmmmh!” Tara said, “Oh don’t you start too! What, do I need to tickle you to?” Belle asked and wiggled her fingers in Tara’s direction.

Tara’s eyes widened before she shook both her head and her hands “HMMHMM! HMMHMM!” Tara said and Belle really started to laugh “I’m just kidding!” Belle said and motioned toward the hall, “You should get ready as well, I’m gonna go check the perimeter to make sure Edgar didn’t accidentally alert anyone.” Belle said picking her rifle up and winked at Tara.

Tara got the message. Tara stood and stretched before she walked down the same hall Edgar had, Belle clapped her on the back as well before Belle headed out the door of their base.

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Pssst- good dad Byron giving his edgy son (Edgar) cheer up tickles-

(After 3 thousand years I finally wrote this!!)

(Ok so this story ended up being way longer than I thought it was, so I went ahead and put a little “ ** “ for where the actual tickling starts happening if you just want to skip to that part in the story)

***

Byron and Colette entered their shared house, bruised and beaten. They’d been on a losing streak since the beginning of the week, and it was starting to get on their nerves.

“When did Penny get so good at aiming?” Byron grumbled to himself as he set his case down on the floor and sunk into a chair, “I heard Piper had helped her out! God, I wish Piper would help me with my aim!~” Colette sighed as she plunked down in a chair across from Byron. Byron looked around the room before turning his attention back to Colette, “Hey, have you seen Ed-”

The front door quickly opened and slammed shut, both Byron and Colette jumped and turned to see Edgar storm past the living room and up the stairs “Edgar don’t slam the-!” but it was too late, Byron heard Edgar slam the door to his bedroom and growled slightly, “Found him...” Colette said sarcastically. “Why’s he so pissed?” Byron turned to Colette and shrugged “He’s sick of losing.” Byron rolled his eyes “We all are, but you don’t see me slamming doors and yelling.” Byron retorted.

“You don’t get it,” Colette said and leaned forward “Ever since he joined he’d been winning every single battle he entered, I guess everyone’s learned all his tricks and now he can’t seem to win any match he’s in!” Colette said, slightly yelling the last part. Byron raised and eyebrow “So?” “SO?! Edgar’s been losing it over this, the other day he lost a 1v1 with Colt. He LOST, to COLT.” Colette said, leaning so far forward in her chair she almost fell out of it, “It doesn’t help that Colt’s been rubbing the loss in his face every time he sees him...” Colette said leaning back in the chair with her arms crossed.

Byron hummed, a little annoyed that Edgar would get so worked up over a few losses, but he guess he could understand the frustration, when he also first started brawling he was undefeated for a bit, but the then suddenly started losing. “Let me go talk to him.” Byron said getting up, “Good luck, knowing Edgar and the way he’s acting you’re going to need it...” Colette slumped down in the chair and rested her head on her hand, and started to doze off.

Byron trudged up the stairs and down the hall, passing both his and Colette’s room until he reached the end of the hallway and a door with multiple “Do Not Enter” and “Do Not Disturb” signs on it. “Edgar?” Byron knocked on the door and listened “GO. AWAY.” Edgar yelled through the door, his voice was slightly muffled. “Edgar, sitting around in your room sulking isn’t going to change anything!” Byron said and tested the door, he was slightly surprised to find that the door was unlocked. Byron stood there for a second, when he didn’t hear Edgar respond he sighed and tightened his grip on the doorknob, straighten himself and inhaled “I’m coming in Edgar.” Byron announced.

Byron entered the room and couldn’t help but look around, the curtains on his window were pulled shut, leaving the room relatively dark, which didn’t help much with the fact that mostly everything Edgar owned was either black or a dark shade of another color. He had multiple “Edgy” (God, Byron hated that word) bands on the walls and a few other memorabilia strewn across the walls and floors.

Byron’s eyes finally landed on Edgar, he was lying face down on his bed, shoes kicked off near the door, and his scarf was hung up on a hook next to his bed, Edgar’s scarf limply waved at Byron as he approached the bed, and Byron stiffly waved back. “Get out of my room!” Edgar yelled, before burying his face deeper into his pillow, Byron huffed through his nose and rolled his eyes, he managed to get this far and he wasn’t about to give up now. He sat at the end of Edgar bed and took another deep breathe before quietly saying, “Colette told me you’ve been sour because you keep losing matches?” Byron watched as Edgar stiffened on his bed before he quickly turned to glare at Byron, “Whatever that crazy stalker told you is all a bunch of lies!” Edgar snarled before he went back to burying his face in his pillow.

Byron smirked despite himself, he always thought it was funny when Edgar got mad about Colette, he shook his head and tried again, “Edgar, it’s fine to be upset about losing. We’ve all have our fair share of losing streaks, but like I said, sitting around and sulking isn’t going to help you win battles.” Byron said and Edgar let out a dry bark of laughter, “What do you know about losing? Do the other brawlers rub it in your face every time you mess up? Do they laugh when they kick your ass into the dirt?!” Edgar hissed before he turned on his side, his back now facing Byron and he curled up into a tight ball with his face still in the pillow.

Byron felt a little guilty for the teen. He hadn’t realized the others had been so rude to him, though deep down Byron knew it wasn’t entirely undeserved, Edgar had grown cocky from all his victories and would sometimes act like he could do anything. Byron looked down at the curled up boy before he, very hesitantly and awkwardly placed his right hand on the teens side. “I didn’t realize the others were antagonizing you.” Byron said and Edgar tried to move away from his touch “Oh really? Just the other day I saw you laughing along with Bull and Mortis when I failed my jump and got my ass kicked by Spike!” Edgar growled. “Or that time in Brawl Ball when I’d ran straight into Shelly with her super? You were practically sobbing with laughter at that!!” Edgar yelled, “You don’t feel bad, you’re just saying that so I’d stop being an inconvenience to you, just go away and laugh with the others at my expense.” Edgar said and tried again to move away Byron’s hand.

Byron was stunned. He hadn’t expected Edgar to talk to him like that, and he certainly didn’t like what he’d been implying with that last bit. Byron left his hand squeeze Edgar’s side, “Now listen here-” Byron felt the teen tense and twitch beneath him and heard this strange, half choked sound leave Edgar.

The older man blinked in confusion, and repeated the process. Edgar twitched and made another sound, before he turned his head slightly, he face was half buried in the pillow and he glared at Byron “Don’t.” he growled.

It took a moment for Byron to realize what Edgar had meant, but when he did, this time he really couldn’t help but smirk. Byron turned on the bed so he was facing Edgar more and looked down at him “Don’t what Edgar?” Byron asked trying to make himself sound innocent “D-Don’t touch me!” Edgar stuttered out and tried to move away, but Byron just tightened his grip ever so slightly and Edgar squeaked.

“Why not Edgar?” Byron asked and leaned over him “Does it tickle?” Byron almost bursted out laughing at the face Edgar pulled when he said that. Edgar layed there looking like a deer in headlights before he tried to fling himself off the bed.

** Byron hadn’t expected him to do that, Byron quickly grabbed the back of Edgar’s shirt with his left hand and pulled him back, his right hand shot to Edgar’s other side to pull him closer, this also subsequently rolled Edgar onto his back. “BYRON!!” Edgar screeched and started to hit him with the pillow in his arms, Byron grabbed the pillow from Edgar’s hands and threw it off the bed, and he moved so he was now kneeling over Edgar (he was still at the teens side).

Byron smirked and placed his hands on both of Edgar’s sides and squeezed roughly, a choked squeal came out of Edgar and his face heated up “Byrohohon dohohon’t you dahahare!!” Edgar giggled out and grabbed at Byron’s wrists and tried to push them away. “Don’t do what Edgar? I don’t understand, you won’t give me a straight answer!” Byron said and started to rapidly squeeze the boy’s sides.

Edgar’s eyes widened before he shut them tightly and tried to curl up, all the while trying desperately not to laugh, “D-Dohohohon’t tihihihickle me!” he hissed through gritted teeth, Byron hummed before a chuckle escaped him “Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you say so? I’d be more than happy too!~” Byron teased before he started to skitter his fingers up and down Edgar’s sides.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Edgar gasped before a long squeal escaped him, and then the laughter broke through. Edgar started to kick at the bed and shook his head rapidly from side to side as he laughed and pushed at Byron’s wiggling fingers, “B-BYHIHIHIHIROHOHOHON NOHOHOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!!” Edgar laughed out as he started to wiggle from side to side, anything to escape the older mans grip. Byron himself laughed at the display, he’d never seen the teen react like this, and he’d never realized Edgar was so ticklish!

“Stop? But Edgar, I’m just getting started!” Byron teased as he brought his left hand up to his ribs and his right went to Edgar’s stomach. “NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHO!! I SWEAHAHAHAR TOHO GOHOHOD OLD M-M-MAHAHAHAN!” Edgar was really starting to thrash now, and Byron was starting to lose his grip. He quickly moved and was now straddling his hips, Edgar’s faced turned another shade of red “G-Gehehet off ohohohof mehehe!!” Edgar giggled as Byron adjusted himself.

“You were right about one thing Edgar,” Byron said as his hand returned to Edgar’s sides “I... I have been laughing a lot at you...” Byron said quietly and Edgar glared up at Byron while his finger ever so slightly scribbled into him “But, now I think it’s your turn to laugh Edgar, you deserve it, plus, laughing is good for your morale!” Byron said before quickly digging his fingers into the boys ribs.

Edgar squawked and gasped before a screechy laugh tore out of him “B-BYHIHIHIRON NOHOHO, HAHAHA, STOHOHOP!! N-NOHOHOT THERE!!!” Edgar screamed as he started to thrash from side to side “Not there? You mean here?” Byron asked as his fingers started to scratch at the little spaces between Edgar’s ribs “Why not? Does it tickle too much?” Byron sneered and laughed when he felt Edgar try and push his arms away “YEHEHEHEHESS!! IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Edgar squealed out and started to slap at Byron’s arms. “Well, if that’s too much for you, then what about here?~” Byron said, seeing an opportunity and quickly shoved his hands up to Edgar’s armpits.

Edgar for a few seconds went silent, his face stuck in shock before a loud squeal, peeled out of him “ACK! EEEEEEHEHEHEHE- AHAHAHAHA! NO NO NO NOHOHOHOHO!! BYHIHIHIHIROHOHON PLEHEHEHEASE!” Edgar howled as he tossed his head back and arched his back, Byron himself started laughing along with him “Well! Aren’t you just a little bit ticklish, eh?” Byron snickered when Edgar started to shake his head “BYRON! PLEHEHEHEASE I-I! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T- *Snort*.” Edgar clamped his arms down on Byron’s hands, as his own hands shot to his mouth to cover them, and his face turned beet red.

Byron tossed his head back and started laughing like crazy “Did you just SNORT?!” Byron laughed as Edgar shut his eyes and wiggled like crazy “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Edgar said while laughing through his hands “Hoho! I want to hear you snort again!” Byron said clawing at Edgar’s armpits. “NOHOHO!! BY-HAHAHA-BYHIHIHIROHOHON I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANY-HEHE-MOHOHORE!!” Edgar cackled while his hands left his mouth to squeeze Byron’s arms.

Byron sighed but still smiled, his hands started to travel back down to his ribs, and then back to his sides and they’d occasionally skitter over the top of Edgar’s belly, “You really can’t take it anymore?” Byron asked, he even tilted his head to the side for effect “Yehehehes! Plehehease stohohop!” Edgar giggled, his hands slid to Byron’s wrists and he weakly pushed against them. “Are you going to keep sulking and moping around in your room?” Byron asked and Edgar turned his head to the side, giggled a few times before he looked back, and slightly glared up at the older man “Nohohoho...” he finally responded. Edgar sucked in a quick breath before his gaze hardened on Byron “Ahahahare yohohou gohohonna kehehehep laughing ahahahat mehe when Ihihi mess up?” Edgar asked and Byron’s face fell and a guilty looked passed over him.

Byron stopped tickling Edgar and he put his hands on top of his thighs, “No Edgar, I’m sorry I laughed at you in the first place. I didn’t realize how much it got to you...” Byron said and with a huff he got off of Edgar. Edgar was still lying down and giggled every now and then, but he eventually sat up and he gave a wary look at Byron. Byron offered a small smile to him and a chuckle escaped him “Do you feel better from laughing?” he asked, Edgar’s eyes widened and his cheeks and ears turned pink “What?! N-No!” he yelled and wrapped his arms around his sides and looked away. Byron laughed at his reaction.

“Aaaaww! Does this mean you guys have all made up with each other?!” Both Byron and Edgar looked at the bedroom door to see Colette standing there “Colette?! H-How long have you been there?!” Edgar yelled at her, “Oh, I came up when I heard you start screaming the first time!” Colette said innocently and put her arms behind her back and rocked on the balls of her feet “Man, I knew you were loud Edgar, but I didn’t think you’d be THAT loud!” Colette said and smirked at him “I’m gonna document this in my scrapbook!” she said and tore down the hallway.

Edgar sputtered for a minute before he jumped off his bed and ran after Colette, “COLETTE! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WRITE ABOUT THIS IN YOUR CREEPY SCRAPBOOK I’LL BURN THE DAMN THING!!!” Edgar screamed at her, Byron laughed as he casually sauntered out of the emo teen’s room.

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Hmm... how about Colt being cocky and annoying and Shelly decides to knock him down a peg w/ tickles?

(This one has also been sitting in my ask box for a while, sorry I always take so long to write these drabbles. Inspiration takes a while to strike but when it does, HOO BOI, it strikes hard and fast-)

(Once again it took a little bit to actually get to the tickling part, if you wanna skip straight to it just look for the “ ** ” under the cut, I also made the word next to the ** Bold so it’ll be easy to find, I’ll edit my other drabble to have this as well-)

***

Colt and Shelly were walking back to their shared house, they’d just finished a match in Bounty and the walk would’ve been relatively peaceful. If it weren’t for the fact that Colt wouldn’t shut his trap about the match.

“Shelly, did you see the look on Carl’s face when he used his Hook Gadget into our bush?!” Colt said, he had his arms back behind his head and was walking backwards, facing Shelly as he walked “Yes, Colt, I saw it. I was standing right next to you when it happened...” Shelly said, she was trying to keep her tone light but he was slowly starting to get on her nerves “Oh my god, the sound that came out of him when I used my super on him, priceless!” Colt said turning back around.

And it was like that the whole way to their house, Colt had also talked about his earlier matches, before he was teamed with Shelly, and how he’d practically carried his teams to victory.

“Ohoho man, you should’ve been there Shelly! I had 12 gems in Gem Grab and Edgar had jumped at me, but he missed his jump! I unloaded all of my super into him, turned that edgy teen into swiss cheese!” Colt said and slapped his knee as he stood in their living room.

“Colt.” Shelly said, turning towards him, her jaw was tense and she balled her hands into fists “Yeah Shells?” Colt responded and looked up at her “Could you shut up for more than 10 minutes?!” Shelly hissed out at him “You were talking the whole way back from the arena when I’d told you I wanted peace and quiet!” Shelly yelled. Colt opened his mouth to protest when he suddenly remembered that Shelly had asked him to be quiet when they first left the arena.

“Oh... Sorry Shell, I just got so excited about my wins.” Colt said and ran and hand through his slicked back hair “You know how it is hon~” Colt said and winked and smirked at her. Shelly couldn’t help the flush that appeared on her cheeks when Colt gave her THAT look, it always gave her butterflies in her stomach when he did that, ‘stupid Colt!’ Shelly thought.

“You know, normally I’d let that slide if it happened once or twice a week, but you’ve been doing this for almost a month straight!” Shelly said and Colt’s smug façade dropped faster than a rock in water “Has it really been almost a month already?” Colt said giving a questioning look, “YES!” Shelly yelled, exasperated by Colt’s ignorance and forgetfulness. “For almost a month straight you’ve been bragging about your wins! And! If you don’t win, you whine to me about how it “Wasn’t fair!” and how “I should’ve won that game!”” Shelly finished, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis.

“I really should’ve won that Brawl Ball match...” Colt mumbled, crossing his arms and pouting slightly and Shelly could feel her blood beginning to boil “You’re missing the point Colt! I’m tired of you bragging all the time!” Shelly said, taking a step towards Colt, and he in turned took a step back “C’mon Shelly! If you were as cool as me you’d wanna brag about you’re victories as well!” Colt said and he did that thing again with his hair and the smirk.

** Shelly was done. She let out a roar and charged at Colt, his face dropped and he let out a loud girly scream and turned tail. They did a few laps around the living room, 2 laps in the kitchen and did another lap around the living room. Colt jumped and tried to scramble over a reclining chair, but Shelly took a flying leap at him and crashed into him in the chair. The force from Shelly leaping onto Colt actually knocked them both out of the chair (Also tipping it over) and onto the floor.

“Sh-Shelly wait!” Colt cried out as Shelly straddled his waist and pinned his hands down to the side of his head. “Colt I have had it with you!” Shelly growled at him, in a last desperate attempt to try and charm his way out of the situation Colt put on a suave look “Shelly, had I’d know you wanted to get so close to me, we could’ve just taken this to the bedroom!~” Colt said and winked. Shelly spluttered and her face turned beet red, she growled and raised her face and aimed it straight for Colt’s face. Colt’s eyes widened before he raised his now free hand to cover his face “NOT THE FACE!!” He cried out.

Shelly had been a hair’s width away from bringing her fist down onto his face, but a devious little idea crept into her head, nothing hurt Colt more than a bruised ego. Shelly brought her fist down and a chuckled escaped her lips. Colt cracked an eye open and looked at her “W-What are you laughing about...?” Colt asked hesitantly “You’ve been bragging about your victories all month,” Shelly said “Now? It’s my turn to gloat.” She finished as her had clawed at Colt’s exposed side.

“Wait, whaahahahat?!” Colt said and he felt his stomach drop “Wahahait! Wait! Shehehehelly! Not this! NOHOHOHOT THIS!!” Colt’s voice rose in desperation as Shelly started wiggle her fingers into Colt’s side “What’s wrong? Not so hot now are ya big guy!” Shelly taunted. She quickly let go of Colt’s wrist to get her other hand down to his side as well.

“SHEHEHEHEHELLY!! SHELLY NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Colt said and tried to pry her strong hands off of his sides “NOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLING!!!” Colt cried out. “Why not? Are you too tickle, tickle, ticklish to handle it?” Shelly teased and let her right hand spider over his stomach while her left started to go up his side to his ribs. Colt squawked and started to kick his legs violently, and his cheeks turned bright red “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Colt yelled.

“You,” Shelly said quickly pulling the hem of Colt’s shirt up “Are in NO position to tell ME to shut up!” Shelly said and let her fingers dig into Colt’s now exposed stomach. “SHEHEHEHELL! HAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!” Colt laughed out as he wiggled fiercely from side to side trying to shake her off of him “SHEHEHELLY STOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He begged “Why should I stop?” Shelly asked. She quickly shoved her hands up to his ribs and Colt squeal and hit the back of his head into the floor “NOHOHO! NO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Colt cried “Not where? Here? Are you ticklish here?” teased Shelly as she used her nails to gently scratch at Colt’s sensitive ribs.

Colt started going wild. Colt started to thrash and and squirm violently and howled with laughter. SHEHEHEHELLY! STOHOHOHOP! IHIHIHI- HAHAHAH- IHIHIHIHI’M SEHE- HAHAHAHAHA-” Colt lost his words as Shelly started to drill her thumbs between his ribs “SHELLY! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Colt tried to push her hands away, and when that didn’t work he tried to push her away by her shoulders, but he was losing his strength quickly.

“Sorry Colt, I couldn’t hear what you were saying, could you try saying it again more clearly?” Shelly snickered down as she saw the murderous look Colt gave her “You know, I’d honestly prefer to hear you laugh over you gloating about your victories...” Shelly said idly, hoping he’d finally get some sense into him to take a hint.

“SHEHEHEHELLY STOP! STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!” cackled Colt, he grabbed Shelly’s wrists and managed to move the down to his sides and hips. “Hmm...” Shelly went, in mock consideration “I might stop,” she said and looked down at him from the side “IF, you promise to stop bragging and shoving your victories into other people faces!” she said and Colt gave a startled look “WHAHAHAT?!” he cackled out “You heard me.” Shelly said and drilled her thumbs straight into the hollow of his hips.

Colt let out a startled snort at the new sensation and shook his head back and forth, and for a hot second he just let himself laugh as he was tickled, before he finally yelled, “FIHIHIHINE! I’LL STOHOHOHOP BRAHAHAHAGGING!!” he shrieked “JUHUHUHUST STOHOHOP T-T-TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE!!” he cried out.

Shelly quickly retracted her hands from him, a smug smirk found it’s way onto her face “You promise?” Shelly asked. Colt laid there and panted for a second as giggles and cackled came out of him. Shelly leaned over him with her fingers posed and wiggling over his stomach “You promise?” she repeated. Colt squeaked and cover his belly with his arms “YEHEHES! YES YES! IHIHIHI PROMISE!” he squealed out. “Shake on it Sheriff, make it official!” Shelly said as she got off of him, it was both a handshake and helping hand.

Colt glared at her hand before he took her hand in his own, gave it a quick shake before Shelly hefted him up to his feet. His hair was a mess and was sticking out in places, he curled up slightly while standing to hold his stomach and sides “Yohohou, you are a cruhuhuhuel woman...” he said “And you’re an annoying asshole, but honestly I’d say we’re even after this.” Shelly said with a shrug. “Oh, and I’ll be holding you to you’re promise, if you break it, I won’t hesitate.” Shelly said and took a single step forwards towards him and wiggled her fingers in his direction. Colt recoiled and another peal of giggles fell out of him “Nohohoho! Stohohop! I cahahan still fehehehel you’re fihihingers ohohon mehehe!”

Shelly snorted and turned away from him “Like I said I’ll be holding you to your promise!” Shelly called behind her as she dipped around the corner to walk into her room. Colt scowled and glared after her, before a defeated sigh escaped him, and he ran his fingers through his messy hair “I hate you...” He pouted and walked down the same corridor passed Shelly’s room to his own room.

He didn’t mean what he said, he was just salty he’d lost the match.

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Prompt/request instead of Grim sending him to Hell, he mercilessly tickles Jack's ribs and neck, while teasing him ;)

This story got really long, really fast. Hope you enjoy it anyways

(Also if Grim doesn’t really sound like he does in the show, I haven’t seen the show in a long time, I literally only watch ‘Jacked up Halloween’, so I’ve forgotten how the character speak outside of this one episode special)

The last of the evil spirits returned back to the Underworld after, literally, laughing themselves to death, and Mandy cut Grim free, there was only one person left to deal with-

“Jack…” Grim muttered angerly as he turned to look at the man with the pumpkin head, laughing on the ground while clutching his sides.

Grim walked over to Jack with Mandy at his side, and Jack looked at him, his laughter subsiding to giggles, that was until he bursted out laughing again while pointing at Grim “You kids better go-” Grim said as Billy took a stand on the other side of Grim, and Grim clutched his scythe so hard that it he had skin, the skin on his knuckles would’ve turned white. “Pfft- What are you gonna do?” Jack said standing up and used the tree behind him for support “We had a deal!” He giggled as another slew of laughter peeled from him, Grim turned to look at Billy and Mandy, and with a stern look- “Go. Me and Jack are going to have a little… Talk.” Grim said menacingly “But-” “Come on Billy.” Mandy said, interrupting whatever Billy was about to say and grabbed him by his robe’s sleeve and dragged him away from the glaring Grim Reaper and Laughing Lunatic, with Irwin following behind like a lost puppy, trying to convince Mandy to kiss him.

“We had a deal Grim~” Jack said with a sickly-sweet voice before erupting in giggles. Grim approached Jack and glared at him “Aww, don’t look at me like that, you were always too grim.” Jack laughed like a hyena at his own joke, and Grim stared at Jack, and he looked at his hat, and a menacing grin fell on the reapers face, he took the feather from Jacks hat and held it gently between his bony fingers “Well Jack, since you *love* to laugh so much, how about I, entertain you, for a while?” Grim asked evilly and attacked Jack’s side with his own feather.

Jack let out a startled squeal as Grim tickled him, he was frozen for a second before he started to wiggle like a worm “GRIHIHIM!” Jack yelled, trying to swat away the feather “STOHOHOP IT!!” Jack laughed as he slowly sunk to the ground, Grim following. “What? I thought you liked tickling, Jack!” Grim taunted, he stabbed his scythe into the ground, out of Jacks reach but within Grim’s reach. Jack rolled onto his stomach and made a pitiful attempt to grab the reapers scythe, but Grim grabbed his arm and ‘tsked’ at him before gliding the feather up to his ribs and armpit. Jack shrieked at the assault to his ribs “NOHOHO!! STOP! I’LL GEHEHET YOHOHOU FOR THIS!” Jack yelled, thrashing wildly. Grim quickly took a seat on Jack’s back, keeping him firmly in place as he continued his attack “Oh? You’ll what? Cut my head off? Oooh~ I’m sooo scared!~” Grim cooed as he ever so daintily set the feather down and dug his bony finger into the humans ribs, causing the most girliest scream to erupt from Jack.

Jack flailed and rolled under the skeleton, as he tried desperately to escape his ticklish torment “GRIM! PLEASE STOHOP!!” the pumpkin-headed man pleaded, the reaper placed a bony finger to his chin and feigned thinking “Hmm, nope!” he said and quickly switched between tickling his ribs and his sides, Jack tried to roll onto one side to crush Grims hand on his left side, but Grim wiggled his fingers into his stomach in return “NOHO! NOT THE BEHEHEHELLY!!” Jack squealed and kicked his legs wildly behind Grim “Ha! I didn’t think you’d be this sensitive Jack, as if you couldn’t look anymore ridiculous right now..” Grim said before he went to focus his assault at the poor mans hips. “NOHOHO- NO! I’M NOT SEHEHENSI-” Jack’s sentence died as Grim very suddenly switched between attacking his hips to his sides, then ribs again, before sporadically tickling all three areas “LET MEHEHE GO!” Jack wailed trying to push Grim off, but he very quickly was losing his strength “And why would I do that?” Grim asked leaning down over Jack “B-BECAUSE-!” Jack wheezed trying to quickly think or a good reason “I’m waiting, O’ Lantern…” Grim said impatiently, getting more aggressive with the tickling “BECAUSE I ASKED NIHIHICELY!!” Jack said lamely and this caused Grim to laugh “You didn’t let me go when I asked you nicely not to chop off me head!” Grim said rolling his eye sockets. Grim dug his fingers into that area, right below the ribs and right on the side and Jack went ballistic; squirming, thrashing, screaming and blabbering incoherently like an idiot, and Grim chuckled almost warmly “Does that tickle your funny bone Jack?” Grim asked slyly.

Jack was loosing what little sanity he had left and could feel ‘tears’ starting to stream down his pumpkin face, he felt like his whole body was being electrocuted, and he was loosing what little strength he had left, he felt like he was going to explode, he felt like his smile was going to split his head in half! He felt; h-he felt!- *POP!* Both Grim and Jack jumped as Jack’s head ‘popped’ off of his neck, Jack was about to reach for his head but Grim swooped it up, and Jack’s arms flailed uselessly as his body tried to locate the head “GRIM! PUT MY HEAD BACK ON THIS INSTANT!!” Jack yelled and Grim couldn’t help but laugh at the display “No way mun! This is too funny!” Grim laughed, Jack yelled back insults and threats. Grim took a closer look at Jack’s neck, more importantly, the stump where Jack had been decapitated and smirked “You just love leaving yourself vulnerable to me, don’t you?” Grim asked and picked up the feather again “What are you-?” Jack began, managing to turn his head to face Grim, he looked at what Grim was about to do and his eye widen to the size of dinner plates “G-Grim no! Please! Have mEHEHERCY– AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Jack exploded as the feather ever so gently brushed the stump of his neck, his hands tried to go to his neck, but Grim had grabbed them while they’d been behind Jack’s back and pinned them to his back with his left hand and attacked his neck with the feather in his right hand. Whatever sanity Jack had was gone now, the tip of the feather barely touched his neck and he was crying already from the contact “UNCLE!” Jack howled as his head rocked back and forth on the ground next to his convulsing body “UHUHUHUNCLE!! UNCLE!!” the pumpkin cried “You think that will save you?” Grim asked sarcastically as he glided the feather around the back of Jack’s neck and he bleated in response “Plehehehehease.. PLEASE!” Jack whined pathetically and Grim slowed and looked at the pumpkin beside him. He’d had enough. Grim did one final pass over, starting from his hips and ending to the stump of his neck and Jack shuddered and giggled madly before Grim stood up from Jack’s body; and, with the feather still between Grim’s fingers, pointed the feather at Jacks head “If you ever, try to pull a stunt like you did tonight-” he said dramatically, swishing the feather around for affect “I won’t be so merciful when punishing you, you got that Jack?” Grim said, glaring at the pumpkin as it looked up at the skeleton “I g-gehet it…” Jack said, gasping for air. Grim nodded stiffly, and placed the feather down into Jacks hat, picked up his scythe from the ground and walked away from Jacks body as he laid there on the ground, after a couple of minutes, Jack picked up his pumpkin head in one hand, and hat in the other hand, and slinked away back to his house, grumbling and giggling at the same time about how much he hated Grim and how mean he was.