Summary: I got the idea from one of @fanficsandfluff anons!
A/N: Wow, I haven't been here in a while but man! MoonKnight really was a big hit :) <3 here’s a little fic!! I fell in LOVE with the idea of Marc + Steven also being switchy because of tickles!
It had been roughly 3 weeks since Steven realized he was a part of a system. He struggled at first to grasp the concept of what that meant, but he quickly learned and formed a brotherly bond with Marc.
For years they lived separate lives from each other, but with all of that now out in open, they could finally be themselves. Not all of it was shit and trauma, they still had Layla. At first, she didn't really understand what was happening, thinking Marc had finally lost his mind, but after witnessing Steven when he helped with the constellation map she understood.
"Marc? Steven? Hello? Earth to any of you?" She snapped her fingers at them from the other side of the couch.
They were snapped out of their dissociation from the past week's events, Steven fronting.
"Bollocks, sorry Layla. I dozed off for a minute didn't I?" He sheepishly rubbed his forehead with his hand.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" She asked, intertwining their hands together to show support.
"Too bloody much, that much I can tell ya."
"You know I'm always here for you, right? Both of you?" She said that last part looking into their eyes now, a message clear to be sent to Marc as well.
Steven nodded, a bit of a glum look on his face still as Layla rubbed soothing circles up and down his back. She hadn't interacted much physically with Steven, but she wondered if he had the same cheer-up method as Marc.
"Can I touch you? Is that okay right now?" She just wanted to double-check that touching him wouldn't send him into an episode.
"Yeah, sure." Steven was never one to turn down hugs or physical affection.
"This used to work on Marc all the time when he was feeling sad, I'm curious if you're just as bad." She scanned his body, wondering where to start.
Steven was confused, what was she going on about? Just as bad as Marc? He got a really bad feeling in his gut, which was confirmed when Marc appeared in the water glass by the table to warn him.
"Steven! Run! It's a trap!" Part of Marc wanted to see this play out, but another part of him also took pity on him because he's been on the receiving end so many times.
Marc didn't have to tell him twice, he tried to bolt from the couch suddenly.
"Oh ho ho, I sense Marc is warning you. Tsk tsk. I wanna test my theory, cmon Marc don't be such a downer, don't you want Steven to have fun too?" She now had tackled Steven and sat on his waist on the floor.
"Erm, Layla love? What exactly is this theory?"
"Well, you see, before everything happened with Konshu, Marc and I used to spend all our time together. Would you believe me if I said Marc Spector, the great mercenary... the MoonKnight... was ticklish?"
Steven felt his stomach flip, what did this have to do with him?
"Right, that's lovely. Good for Marc, but uh. why exactly do you have me pinned?" It took him 3 seconds to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"Oh bollocks." Layla struck, starting with the common spots such as the tummy. She gently scribbled Steven's lower ribs, causing light-hearted giggles to pour from his mouth.
Steven's laugh was different, it was higher and seemed to be more full of life. It had a childish aspect to it. Layla liked it a lot, so she began to tickle more, reaching to tickle around his neck.
"Layahahala! Plehehease! Wahahahit!" He didn't grab at her hands because he didn't want to hurt her, so he kept just them balled up at his chest.
"What's wrong? Are both my boys just too ticklish?” She halted her tickling to just sit on his waist and let him catch his breath.
“See, I have a guess about you Steven, and do correct me if I’m wrong. While Marc tends to grab at my hands with purpose, or reverse the roles with ease, you don’t do that. Sure, sure, you’re worried about hurting me, but I think it’s more than that. Do you like when I tickle you?” Her voice was full of playfulness, knowing just what buttons to push.
Noting that verbal teasing tended to make Steven blush more whereas it usually made Marc laugh harder in return.
“Nohoho! Tha-that’s silly!” He protested, visibly making more of an effort to prevent more tickles, to no use as Layla explored more tickle spots.
"StahaHAHAP!" His laughter grew frantic as she began to tickle under his arms. "LAYAYAHLA OHOHOH MY GOHOHOD!"
"MAHAHARC TAHAHAKE THEHE BOHOHODY! TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!" He begged, unable to handle the ticklish attack anymore.
The laughter continued frantically, before dying down to low chuckles. Layla noticed the switch, knowing this wasn't a hot spot for Marc like it was Steven, she began to tickle the spot just below his underarms where they met the ribs.
"Cohohome ohohon! Thihis ihihsn't faihihiar!" He began to squirm, his nose crinkled up just the way Layla fell in love with.
"What's not fair Marc? It's not my fault Steven tapped out, it just worked in my favor I got to tickle you both."
While Marc didn't have many super ticklish spots, they got him to at least laugh. There was one spot he just could not stand having tickled and Layla loved to save that until the very end.
"Are you ready for the finale?" Her voice was full of mischievousness, slowing down her tickling.
"No, no anything but that, please. C'mon Layla. Don't do this to me." His hair was disheveled and he could barely stop the anticipation giggles from flowing out of his mouth.
"Sorry, don't hate me." With that, she began to rapidly pinch his hips.
"OHOHOH FUHUHUHCK!" Marc screamed and arched his back, desperately grasping at her hands now.
"STOHOHOP PLHEHEHEASE! OHOHO MY GOHOHOHOD!" His back arched, but after about 10 seconds he slammed his back on the floor and began to wiggle around.
"THIHIHIS WAHAHANKS! STOHOHOP!" The blush creeped back up to his face, half heartedly tugging at her hands.
“Oh man! You guys share a death spot! How unfortunate for you, because as Marc knows…this is my favorite spot to tickle.” Her teases just made his laughter go higher and higher.
“MAHAHAHARC COHOHOHME BAHAHACK!” But he didn’t, Steven was on his own, Marc was just too ticklish for that spot.
“Marc can’t save you from the tickle monster, to make this all stop just say I’m the best wife ever.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it was the most simple request ever.
“YOHOHOU ARENT MY WIHIHHIFE!”
It was a lose lose! Either Layla tickled him to death, or Marc beat him to death for saying that shared his wife. He really didn’t have a choice though, his lungs were starting to get tired..
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~” His thoughts were disrupted by a more ruthless scratching at his hips, and he thought he had gone mad.
“OHOHOHO SHIHIHHIIT! YOUOHOU- AHAHAHAHA- AHAHARE THEHE BEHEHEST WIHIHHI- WIHHHIFE! LAHAHAYLA STOHOHOP!” And just like that, the tickling halted.
“See? That wasn’t so hard!” She gave him a little peck on the lips before going to get him a water bottle.
“Did you just kiss my wife?” Marc’s voice could be heard, reflection moving from the coffee table.
“I could have bloody died, so yes, yes I did.”
Marc just rolled his eyes, but his small smirk showed he wasn’t truly upset. Marc had to admit: their dynamic is so nice, having support is nice, even if it means getting the shit tickled out of you.
Summary: Dream’s usual playful degrading genuinely gets to George this time. Luckily his best friend knows exactly what will cheer him up.
A/N: After like a 6 month hiatus I’m back :)
It was just one of their usual manhunts, George running away from Dream trying to outsmart him, and failing as usual.
“C’mere George!!” Dream taunted as he raised his sword to swing at his prey.
“No! Dream! Leave me alone!!” He practically squealed, hopping in a boat and rowing away.
“Oh, clever George. Real clever. Sucks for you though..”
“W..Why?” He surely had gotten away, what was Dream talking about?
“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He said in a low, ominous tone.
“WHAT?” George yelled as he saw Dream quickly approaching his boat, dolphins by his sides.
His boat broke, and he was in the water fighting Dream.
“IM LOW- IM SO LOW. DREAM PLEASE-“ His pleas didn’t work.
GeorgeNotFound was slain by DreamWasTaken.
“YOURE SO FUCKING STUPID! WHAT AN IDIOT PLAY! ANYONE COULD SEE THAT FROM A THOUSAND MILES GEORGE! DOGWATER ACTUAL DOGWATER!” Dream went on his usual playful degrading.
George didn’t take it as playful though, something about it hurt this time. He knew Dream never meant it, but he was just extra sensitive today..
The call was silent for awhile, Dream expecting a “shut up” or “rematch right now” but it never came.
“George?” He chuckled out, waiting for the others response, but was met by the sound of George leaving the discord call.
Dream started to worry a bit, did he go overboard? George knew he didn’t mean it and that it was just for the bit right?
He got up from his desk and went to George’s room, gently knocking on the door. No response. He gently opened it, just incase he was doing something private.
“George? You good?” He saw the older laying on his side on his bed.
“Go away Dream. I’m fine.”
“Clearly not, did I do something George?” The sincerity in his voice made George wanna cry on the spot for being so silly.
“Am I really fucking stupid?” It was a genuine question but seemed more like a scoff at himself.
“George, no no. That was for the video. I’m so sorry if it came off that way. It was just for the bit. I could never be mad at you.”
He didn’t get a response, just a shoulder shrug. Now he was doubting himself.
“George cmon. I know you know that you’re the smartest one in our friend group. You beat Sapnap by a long shot!” Not even a smile.
Dream sighed, he was gonna have to use his emergency resort. “You’re really gonna make me do this huh George?”
No response again.
With one last sigh, he gently smiled and gently brought a few wiggling fingers to his friends side.
“Hellllooo twitch chat, we have George with us today! He seems to be very giggly today! Little secret chat, George here is VERY ticklish!” He talked as if he was on a stream.
“Dreheheheam! Nohoho!” George’s laughter was light and hiccupy, full of sincerity and happiness.
“What’s that chat? Try his sides? Alright!” Dream began to gently, but intently, squeeze his sides, causing the raven haired boy to buck his hips, gripping onto Dreams wrists half heartedly.
“Woah! Nice call chat! He seems really ticklish here! does this tickle Georgie?” He gently teased, noting that his laughter went up a bit.
“Now George, I’ll either tickle another spot, or you tell me who my favorite person is and I’ll stop.”
“Tohohohommy!”
“Wrong.” He scanned his body before settling on a spot.
George braced for impact, but it never came. Slowly
peeking his eyes open, he faced a much scarier sight. Dream’s hand was right above his belly, formed in a claw shape. Just as he opened his eyes Dream dropped it down a few inches, getting an excited squeal out of George.
“WAHAHAHAIT!” He tried to push his hand away, but it seemed like a tickle monster has taken over his best friend.
“You know what to do George. Who’s my favorite person?” He smirked, knowing George loved playing tickle games.
While George would never admit it out loud, he adored being tickled, and has a soft spot for tickle games. Dream and him engage in them pretty much daily, it’s become routine at this point.
He closed his eyes, shaky breaths coming out, “Sapnap.”
Dream tsk’ed and quickly lowered his claw to scribble on George’s belly as well as give a few pinches to his ribs.
“DREHEHEHEAM! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHANT!” He begged, squirming away from him, half-heartedly tugging at his wrists.
“Can’t what? Can’t take tickles or can’t admit you’re my favorite person? Either way you’re too cute to stop tickling. I think I’ll just stay here forever, and ever. Tickling my cute baby boy.” George’s face was flushed, squeaky giggles and protests leaving his lips at his words.
“PLEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!” His pleas grew as Dream neared his bellybutton, one of his weak spots.
Dream gently circled the spot, before wiggling his finger inside, causing the older to let out a girly squeal and began thrashing harder than he was before. He was grabbing at his wrist with full force now, genuinely trying to get the tickly finger to leave.
“HAHAHA! PIHIHICK ANOHOHOTHER SPOHOHOT!” He couldnt handle that spot, it drove him nuts.
“Who’s my favorite person?” He tried again, and began to wiggle his finger faster, causing George to wheeze and his laughter gone silent.
He caved, not being able to take it anymore. With tears of mirth streaming down his face, George inhaled a gasp of air, “MEHEHEHE!”
The tickling slowed to light side traces, not enough to make his squirm but to have light giggles.
“Good. You know I really didn’t mean it right?”
“I do, I was just feeling self deprecating already, and that just kinda make me doubt myself further. I just want to be perfect, Clay.”
“You are perfect George. You’re perfect to me.”
“Can you..can you keep doing the thing?” George’s gaze adverted and his tone was timid.
Dream smiled fondly, “Of course George. Anything for you.”
Summary: What if Midoryia had listened to Bakugo that day? What if he did jump?
Word Count: 940
A/N: Sorry this isn't tickle related!! Here's some angst and saddness lmao
When they were little kids, Bakugo and Deku were pretty close. They had known everything bout each other, there were no secrets between them. But, as Bakugo's quirk started to develop, so did his hatred for Deku. Relentlessly bullying him any chance he got. It followed them all throughout middle school.
"If you think you'll have a quirk in your next life..go take a swan dive off the roof!" He remarked, snickering to his middle school buddies. This hit Midoryia hard, and he decided to finally listen to Bakugo just this once.
While he showed up to all his classes, he skipped the very last one, the one he shared with Bakugo. He knew Bakugo sat by the window, always staring out of it because that class filled him with boredom. He also knew the staircase to the roof directly across from those windows was always unlocked, allowing him to show Bakugo what he was about to do. The breeze hit his face peacefully. All his pain seemed to of been eased, was this really going to solve his problem? He didn't care now. He could see the classroom, slowly walking across the building.
Bakugo was starting to get bored now, dissatisfied with doodling on his assignment. He began to peer out the window, nothing special until movement caught his eye. Someone was on the roof! Was it a villain? Were they under attack? With a closer glance, he could make out that shitty Deku's green hair.
"Holy fuck-" He choked, there's no way he was doing what he thinks he's doing...right? He excused himself to go to the bathroom, walking calmly until he got out the door, booking it to where Deku was.
How could he of been so fucking stupid? He should have never said that. His death will be in his hands now. His best friend will be dead and it's all his fault.
He reached the door, just as he burst through it, he saw Midoryia stand up on the ledge.
"DEKU-" He yelled, not even noticed that fat tears had been streaming down his face the entire time, his voice breaking.
"Kacchan?" His voice was soft, but Bakugo could still hear all the pain it held.
"Please, please step down. I didn't mean what I said Deku. You know that. Please, just...just take my hand." He was inching closer to him, slowly offering his hand.
"No, Kacchan. You can't just do that. You can't just tell me to kill myself and then try to save me. You don't get to do that. You don't get to be the hero and the villain."
He jumped.
Bakugo raced over to the ledge, peering down at his best friend as he fell. Deku was looking up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks, a smile upon his face.
Disclaimer: This is a sfw tickle fanfic (I do not do nsfw for any fandom)
Summary: Tamaki Amajiki has always been an anxious soul. Once he met Mirio though, it began to change. He was still anxious, but learned how to manage it to ease some of it in his and Mirio’s favorite form of affection.
Word Count: 1,138
Author Note: God I am so sorry this took me months to write and it isn’t even good quality...I have been struggling with so much lately.
His chest was on fire, his throat felt like it was rapidly closing. Anxiety. He could never escape it, it was always around the corner to shit on his plans. He had been trying to talk to the class off 1-A but his little trick to calm his anxiety wasn’t working, they looked even worse as potatoes. He began to shake, words no longer forming. Mirio felt his buddy on the brink of an anxiety attack, so he put a hand on his shoulder to let him know he did well, but he could ‘run away’ if needed. It took no time to find a wall and face it, quivering in self pity.
‘Worthless. How pathetic of you Tamaki. They’re all looking at you, judging you. What kind of hero can’t talk in front of a simple class? You don’t deserve to consider yourself a member of the Big Three’
His words caused him to quiver more, the classroom as well as the talking completely drowned out now. He was trapped by his own thoughts. No one could save him. Nothing ever would. Why can’t he just be his own hero and calm himself down? No. No no no no-
“Amajiki? Dude? You okay? The presentation is over, we can leave now.” Mirio had a hand on his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed together.
“Let’s go home. I wanna go home. Can we go home?” His voice was shaking, he refused to look up as he followed Mirio and Nejire back to their dorms. He remained in his head the entire way there, criticizing himself, further bringing his self confidence.
“You’re too rough on yourself Tamaki, you gotta lighten up and see the sunshine!” Nejire cheered, her eyes lighting up.
“Positivity, I don’t like it.” He groaned, he knows she was only trying her best to support him, and here he was again being negative.
“How about we do something you do like? Hm, buddy?” Mirio suggested, watching a blush creep on his face.
Amajiki wasn’t oblivious, he knew exactly what Mirio was talking about. It’s something they’ve done since childhood. While he was shy to affection, he never minded it from Nejire or Mirio, since they understood him. Since they were his friends. He was always too timid to ask as well, which is why they they came up with a method to help ease some of that.
“That...that would be nice.” He spoke softly, playing with the tip of his tie.
“Gentle today, buddy?” He asked kindly, unsure if he wanted to forget his anxiety or cope with it.
“Gentle.” He was already squirmish.
“Oh! Oh! I call his tummy! I get to tickle his tummy!” Nejire called out excitedly, waiving her hand at said spot. He groaned, she was always so blunt and forgot the effect it had on him.
“Nejire, quiet, you might kill him by saying the words.” Mirio pointed to his blushy faced friend.
“What!! He likes it!! Can I start now, Tamaki?” She asked politely, not wanting to start without his permission just in case he changed his mind.
“Please..” He said shyly, starting to lay back.
Gently they both picked their spots and began to gently skitter their fingers. Light giggles began to pour out of his mouth, trying not to squirm too much.
“Mihihihehehe-” Giggling out Miro’s name, cautiously grasping his wrists.
“Yeah, buddy?” He smiled, knowing he never would get a response.
“Does this tickle Tamaki? Just like you wanted? All soft and tingly?” Nejire asked genuinely, but he couldn’t help but blush even more so at that.
“Mahahahaybe! Ne-ehenew! Spot!” He was starting to crave more of the tickly feeling.
“Where to?” He asked as they removed their hands.
“Chef’s choice.” Oh, so he wanted to play that game, huh?
“Well...I don’t know where you’re ticklish dear friend. Mind telling me?” The sweetest smile spread across Mirio’s face as he watched his anxiety ridden friend start to laugh with anticipation giggles. This had to be one of his favorite games.
“No? But come on Tamaki! I wanna tickle you all over!! It’ll be so much fun! I promise to tickle you to tears, just the way you love with my nails!” She cheered, making wiggly claws towards him.
He all but fainted at the sight of her nails. He really needed this, he needed to let go. “No. I’m not ticklish.” He said confidently, but hid under his hands.
“What do you mean pumpkin pie? So this won’t tickle you? Not even a teeny tiny bit?” She gently dragged her nails across his collarbone.
“Oh, would you look at that Mirio, I think that’s a smile. Maybe even a laugh? I wonder how long he’ll last.” She sped up how fast she was wiggling her nails, and never kept it in the same spot either.
He had no clue where she was going next. She was at his neck scraping her nails against it, then a second later was pinching his hips but by the time his hands flew down to his hips to grab her wrists she was up at his ribs drilling them. She was so experienced from all the times she tickled Mirio.
“I think you’ve teased him enough Nejire.” Mirio says sympathetically, signaling for her to go in for the kill.
Without any further words spoken, she swiftly shoved her hands into the hero’s underarms, causing him to arch his back and squeal. It was his worst spot, and they knew it too. He was way too ticklish there, even applying deodorant tickled him.
“NEHEHEHJIREHEHEHE! OH MY GOHOHOHOD!” His arms clamped down on her wiggling fingers and he threw his head back with happy laughter, kicking his feet wildly.
Mirio took it upon himself to gently brush the hair out of his face, allowing him to enjoy himself fully, content listening to the sweet sound coming from his best friend.
The tickling went on for a good few more minutes before he grabbed her hands and removed them gently. “I cahahan’t....I cahahan’t. No mohohre- please.” He giggled out breathlessly.
“Well, Tamaki!! Did it work? Are you feeling better now that you got all your tickly tickles?” She asked excitedly as he groaned in embarassment.
“Nejire, he loved it, he always does. But he’s always really shy after rememeber? Gotta be gentle. Right, buddy? Which aftercare do you want this time? Cuddles or nap?” Mirio offered him a water bottle, which he took gratefully and chugged it.
“Both?” He asked sheepishly, laying back on the ground.
“Both!!!” Mirio and Nejire exclaimed at the same time.
Days like this were Amajiki’s favorite, they were relaxing moments with his best friends. He would never forget days like these, no matter what, he always had his best friends...while they might not be pro-hero’s yet...to Tamaki they already were.
Ler Bnha t-word stuff that I think is pretty accurate
DEKU
If you deny training with him, he'll tickle you so then when you try and get him back he can train on that
His tickles are very light but EXTREMELY affective
A poker >:<
"Awwww"
He doesnt really tie you up hes more of a tickle fight kinda guy, he wants a challenge
Bakugou
Thinks its kinda weird at first
He'll never tickle you unless you ask
He doesnt really get into it at first BUT when he does- ⚰️🏃
A scribbler
He'll never admit that he likes tickling you
Todoroki
Will act dumb and innocent while wrecking the shit out of you
He uses his quirk to make his hands cold- which is life or death at that point
His aftercare is warming his hands on your stomach and cuddles (of course)
Half the time he doesnt even tickle you, he just places his (COLD ASS) hands on your stomach and you fall to the ground in hysterics
"What? I'm not even doing anything why are you laughing so much? Do I have something on my face?"
Iida
Will reward you with tickles
He distracts you with tickles when youre trying to do your work and says its just "training"
SPIDERING
each missing assignment you complete he'll tickle you for 10 whole minutes
Will laugh along with you
Kirishima
MOTI👏VATION👏TICKLES👏
loves blowing rasberries
"See! Your feeling better already!!"
He'll tickle you whenever but he ALWAYS does it when your feeling down or self conscious about something (like body image or gender dysphoria, something like that)
Will pin your arms above your head
Aizawa
Usually will tickle you to get you tired so the you guys can sleep together
Massage tickles
He's actually extremely good at tickling, so much so that he can tickle you but you'll just melt instead of struggle, which will make you fall asleep in minutes
Will either place you on top of him in his sleeping bag OR tie you up a bit with his scarf thingy
Sleepy tickles
Present Mic
Also really good at tickling, so he can AND WILL make you scream
"Awe c'mon let me hear that adorable laugh of yours!!"
Will go insane on you right away
He knows your self conscious about your laugh so he'll tickle the hell out of you so he can compliment it
Will also play music while he's doing it and will like idk pretend to play a violin on you
Hawks
He likes to chase you around
When he catches you he will (obviously) use his wings to destroy you
Teases to the MAX
will tickle you in public so then you have to hold in your laugh
*gestures* ive been gone for 3 months. take some short headcanons about my favorite boy.
Tamaki Amajiki:
- this poor boy is the definition of ticklish
- EVERYTHING TICKLES HIM. no exceptions
- he only feels comfortable being tickled by Nejire or Mirio though, anyone else causes him to feel anxiety.
- He wasn’t used to the playful touch as a kid, since other children didn’t want to be his friend, but once he met Mirio it became a daily thing between them.
- While he is more on the receiving end, he does occasionally like to tickle Mirio or Nejire back, usually for a few seconds (because he feels anxious that he’ll overstep a boundary) as a way to show them he loves them/appreciates them.
- Speaking of that, tickling is how they express their love. Since Amajiki isn’t big on cuddling too often (really because they never get the chance, being the Big 3.)
- When they were kids, Mirio suggested using tickling as a way to help Amajiki get out of his anxious thoughts, and it worked. They now use it daily when his anxiety gets really rough.
“Come on, you’ll be too focused on the tickling to even think about those silly little voices in your head, Amajiki!” He said, watching his friend slowly unzip his hoodie as they sat behind the playground, his thin t-shirt underneath, “We won’t do anything rough, and you can tell us to stop at any time.”
- He actually really enjoys being tickled. He finds it comforting, and enjoys the touch. As he describes it, it makes him feel “warm and fuzzy” but it makes him feel embarrassed for liking something so childish.
person a starts to tear up when they laugh too hard. when person b notices tears forming in a’s eyes, they stop tickling instantly and ask if they’re okay. a insists they’re fine, wipes their eyes, takes a breather, and then very shyly says that they can continue.
person a says “stop!” or “not there!” while being tickled, and person b immediately freezes and begins to apologize. cue a trying to stutter out that begging is just a reflex and they didn’t really want them to stop. after this, they make a safeword.
person a safewords, either in a tickling session or another bdsm-like practice. cue sweet aftercare with backrubs, kisses, compliments, etc.
person a doesn’t like being tickled in a certain spot, for whatever reason. person b, unaware, does it once and gets a bad reaction. they apologize, discuss boundaries, etc. person b actively avoids that spot while still being able to tickle a to their heart’s delight.
person a directly asks to be tickled, and person b is more than willing. there’s no catch, nothing b is trying to make them say or do or admit, nothing. just two people being adorably happy and indulging in something fun.
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