| Tiger | She/Her+They/Them | 22 | Omni+AroAce+Demigirl | Switch, Lee leaning| "Don't send me creepy shit in my messages or you're fucking gone, sweetie~"
(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 Iâm still working on requests, depending on how everything goes Iâll be finishing the requests and posting âoriginalâ fics with them as well)
(Also thereâs a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I canât help myself, theyâre 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 thereâs a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? Sheâd say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day sheâs 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 didnât 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.
but since you told us that your fandoms interests are changing very quickly, there's no way that youre gonna write smth about brawl stars or don't starve?
Thanks man!
I mean, I'm not saying brawl stars or don't starve is never coming back to the blog, but what I will say is if you followed me solely for that then it might be a while
I went through a phase where both like, REALLY inspired me to write and truth be told the updates to either of them haven't hit the same itch in a while
I did say that I still have everyone's requests still, so if I ever do come back to them I'll still have them to do (if people are still around for that ^^')
(Ok chat, because I'm so normal about this game, I decided to do some headcanons because RAAAAAAAGHH!!!!!!!)
(Also I put slashes in the title so hopefully it doesn't show up in the main tag, let's hope it works, if it doesn't, hi main tag people, I'm sorry you had to see this lol)
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First things first, from least ticklish to most ticklish: Swansea, Jimmy, Curly, Anya, Daisuke
Daisuke:
Lee leaning switch
Is an absolute gremlin about it
Would be a total tickle monster if he wasn't so ticklish himself and so easy to turn the tables on
Has really ticklish hips and sides, his belly his also really bad
Has a very light and quick laugh, very fun to listen to
He's VERY teasy
Loves to quickly spider and scribble at your spots and doesn't linger for long
He coos and baby talks a lot, also tells terrible jokes while he tickles you to try and make you laugh more
CANNOT take what he dishes out
Very squirmy, flails a bit but doesn't try to escape all that much
Starts tickle fights on the Tulpar, 9/10 times he doesn't win them (even though he is trying (or is he?))
Swansea:
Ler
He is too old for this tomfoolery, leave him alone
The least ticklish crew member on the Tulpar
Has ticklish ribs, sides, belly and feet
Only way to really get him to laugh is if you catch him by surprise
Has a deep, gruff belly laugh
He will not instigate tickles, but he will wreck you if you drag him into them
Not much for verbal teasing, mostly calls you an 'idiot' or about how 'childish this is'
It's scary, he somehow just always knows where your the most ticklish first try, and he will exploit your worst spots to 'teach you a lesson'
Not overly rough with tickles, but he's not gentle either
He has one super secret tickle spot that only his wife and kids knows about (Daisuke is still trying to find it to this day...)
Anya:
Lee
Someone help her, this isn't fair
Very ticklish, might be the most ticklish person on the ship
Her hips, thighs, knees, ribs and armpits kill her
Has a very high-pitched squeaky laugh, almost sounds frantic
She snorts if her knees are tickled, she's super embarrassed by it and gets extremely flustered if you tease her about it
She doesn't usually get a chance to be a ler because of how stupidly ticklish she is
But she would totally tickle you during a physical and then act all confused as to why you're laughing (even though she's fighting back a grin herself)
Has slim fingers, easy to get into you most ticklish places
Also has a good grasp on anatomy so she knows exactly where to target
Her neck is also pretty ticklish, but she doesn't let anyone touch her there unless she really trusts you
Curly:
Switch, Ler leaning
Secretly also a menace, but unlike Daisuke he doesn't start tickle fights either
Views tickling a friendly thing and will do it to cheer up crewmates or bond with them (if they're alright with it)
Canonically weightlifts so you know he's using his strength to pin you down
Pretty gentle with tickles, he's playing the long game here
Compliments and teases you about your laugh and little things that you do (or try to do) as he wrecks you
Has a very loud, rich laugh, that comes from his chest, wheezes too
Very ticklish around his thighs, ribs, feet and armpits
His first reaction is to drop when tickled, so be warned
He'll often use his position as Captain to tease you, but if you do the same to him? He's dead. Deceased.
He snorts if he's caught off guard when you tickle him, it doesn't fluster him as much as Anya but it also gets him laughing harder because he's a little embarrassed by it
Jimmy:
Ler
Second least ticklish crewmate
Says he hates tickling and being tickled, but he actually has a thing for it
Likes it in a sadistic way, also like the power and control he gets from it
Mean, mean, MEAN about it
Will ruthlessly hunt down your worst spots and then exploit them until you're too tired to fight back (and then he keeps going for a little bit longer)
Like Swansea, doesn't initiate tickle fights and will try to avoid them, but if he gets sucked into one he is finishing it, and you're screwed for it
He might show you mercy if you acknowledge his status and say how much better he is then you (and that he's better then Curly)
Also has a gruff laugh, though it's more wheezy and raspy
His armpits and ribs are pretty bad, but his worst spot is his feet
Curly is the only one brave enough to tickle him and get away with it simply because of how long they've known each other
Chat I'm sorry I keep forgetting about this blog, I literally keep switching fandoms and fixations before I can write or post anything about them and I don't want to get stuck in a rut writing stuff for fandoms that are on the back burner in my mind
To everyone who sent brawl stars requests, thanks, they're probably gonna sit in my inbox forever but I do appreciate them. Maybe one day I'll get around to them (and combine some of the ones that got requested a lot)
Rn I have mo/uth/wash/ing on the mind, I might write up a head canon post because brrrrr I need some sort of fluff to numb the pain
Jax finally got what he deserves after messing with everyone in the circus XD
Meanwhile Bubbles delivers the "blackmail" information to Caine:
A good one to use to mess with that sassy bunny later! Haha!
p.s Today I feel rather confident in drawing out such things-
Call me a weirdo - you won't break my spirit.
Me NEED that serotonin!! >:0
And again I love these charcaters sm and I hope you like this silly art >w<
Finally watched the pilot episode and decided to make this quick little thing as a warm-up. MFS LIKE HIM DESERVE TO GET WRECKED ASAP đŁď¸đŁâźď¸đŻď¸
(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 Iâm still working on requests, depending on how everything goes Iâll be finishing the requests and posting âoriginalâ fics with them as well)
(Also thereâs a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I canât help myself, theyâre 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 thereâs a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? Sheâd say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day sheâs 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. âFinally, where is that good for nothing clown when you need him?â Mandy grumbled as she cleaned up the glass and gumballs all over the floor, âHavenât seen that idiot all dayâŚâ Mandy stood up and dumped the little dustpan with the glass and gumballs into the garbage and turned to put the dustpan away, âAAAGH-â Mandy cried as she managed to slip on a loose gumball and fell to the ground. âGreat. Fun. Just my luck.â Mandy growled as she slowly picked herself back up and limped back to her throne behind her desk.
âOw. Ow. OwâŚâ 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 âWHAT THE HELL?!â 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, âCHESTER! Where the hell were you?! Iâve been waiting for you to come in all day!â Mandy yelled and Chester looked up at her, confused âMandy, I told you that I had matches today.â Chester said plainly and Mandy deadpanned.
Mandy didnât remember him telling her that. âWhen?â she asked and Chester had a look that she couldnât place. âWhen you asked me to stock I told you I couldnât because I had to go early for some matches and that Iâd be gone most of the day!â 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 sheâd remember something like that⌠âOh⌠Sorry thenâŚâ Mandy said and turned back and sat in her throne with a far away look. Chester sprung up and leaned against the throne âSoooo, how did you faire without me?~â Chester cooed and Mandy groaned âTerrible, everyone had a stick up their ass, I tell yaâ.â Mandy said before she leaned forward and put her face in her arms âEveryone was so annoying today, canât wait for it to end.â she said.
Chester gave a sympathetic look before he brightened up âHey Mandy! Look at this!â he said and she groaned âIf itâs another one of your pranks you can shove it.â she grumbled and Chester giggled âNono! Please Mandy, I think youâll like this!â Chester said, moving to stand in front of the girls desk. Mandy groaned before she looked up before sitting back up âWhat is it?â 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. âWell, it sounds like you had a crappy day~â he started âTell me about itâŚâ Mandy mumbled âSo! I had picked this up from one of my earlier matches, and I was gonna give it to you later, but Iâll give it to you now!â Chester said and held out a small present.
Mandy eyed the present and glared at Chester âYou think I was born yesterday? Whatâs in it?â Mandy said and Chester placed it on her desk and moved it closer to her âCanât say, would ruin the surprise!â Chester said before his face softened âI swear itâs not a prank Mandy.â Chester said and she still glared âCross your heart?â 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, âCross my heart and hope to cry, stick a cupcake in my eye!â Chester said with a wink for emphasis. Mandyâs 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 didnât 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 âAAAAAAGH!!!â 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, âWell, it was a little prankâŚâ Chester reasoned. Mandy still rubbed at her eyes and glared at him with one eye âWhatâs wrong with you?!â Mandy yelled and her voice broke at the end and her eyes suddenly became much more watery, and it wasnât 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 didnât know whether to scream or cry.
Chester had stopped laughing but still smiled âYou like your surprise?â Chester asked but when Mandy didnât respond and he saw her slightly shaking the smile was wiped from his face âM-Mandy?â 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 âYOU ASSHOLE!!â she screeched. Chester yelped and pulled back as she lunged and backed away out of her grasp âMandy wait!â he said.
Mandy brushed the gift box off her desk and into the trash bin as she climbed over her desk towards her coworker âGET BACK HERE!!!â she screamed. Chesterâs eyes widened and he turned tail and Mandy jumped off her desk and gave chase âLOUSY CLOWN! I DONâT EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND!!â Mandy screamed as she kept up with the clown. Chester zigzagged between the large displays of candy âIâM SORRY!â Chester wailed âOH, YOUâRE GONNA BE SORRY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!â 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 âMandy youâre overreacting! It was just a joke!â Chester said and ran between a few cases âOVERREACTING?! I had a TERRIBLE day and your solution was to explode glitter in my face?!â Mandy yelled and took chase again âI didnât expect you to lean your face over it!!â 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. âYou asshat! You douchebag! You son of a bitch!â Mandy said and shook him violently âMandy!â Chester cried out and pried at her hands. âI canât stand you! You and your dumb pranks!â 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 âI swear to god youâre so dead!â 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 âAre you seriously laughing right now?!â Mandy growled out and gripped him again and a string of giggles came out of him âMahahandy quihihihit it!â 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 âYouâre so dead.â was all Mandy said. âWaitwaitwait ManDYY EHEHEHEHE!!â 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 âMahahahandy! Mahahahahandy- NOHOHOHO!!â 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. âOhohoho~ How did I NOT know about this?~â Mandy teased as she spidered his sides âMAHAHAHAHANDEHEHEHEY!!â Chester cackled and shook his head, the bells on his hat jingled furiously. âMAHAHANDY IHIHIHIâM SHOHOHORRY!!â Chester cried out as he pushed against her wrists âOh? So now youâre sorry? I donât think you are!â Mandy said as she roughly squeezed his hips and Chester tossed his head back and shrieked âNONONOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI REHEHEALLY AHAM SOHOHOHORRY!!!â Chester howled âLIAR!â
 Mandy yelled, but there was no anger behind it. Mandy dug her thumbs into the hollow of Chesterâs hips and he flailed âNAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!â Chester screamed and slapped Mandy's arms, âWhy not? Too tickle, tickle, ticklish for you?~â 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 âMAHAHAHANDY STAHAHAHAP!!â Chester wailed, pushing against her âNo.~â Mandy said, her fingers traveled up to his ribs and scribbled between the spaces and Chester cackled like a hyena âAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!â Chester laughed âNAHAHAT THERE PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHANDY!!!â Chester begged âAHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHERE!!!â Chester squealed âOh? Anywhere? Well, how abo-ut, HERE!â 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. âNOOOOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHA *snort* MAHAHAHAHANDY!!â Chester snorted as tears streamed down his face. âWas that a snort?!â Mandy laughed and pressed harder âDo it again!â she commanded. âNAHAHA MAHAHA- *snort* MAHAHAHANDY P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!â 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 wasnât ready to end this just yet, but sheâd 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, âAhahahare yohohou dohohohone?â Chester giggled and Mandy said nothing. She lifted up her hands and hovered them over top of his middle and wiggled her fingers slowly, âNohohoho! Mahahandy dohohohonât please!â Chester laughed as he eyed her fingers nervously âWhere oh where will I tickle next?~â 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 âMahahahandy!! Stohohop!â Chester giggled âI havenât even touched you yet and youâre already laughing!â Mandy herself laughed at how giddy the jester beneath her was.
âYeheheheah, and ihihihitâs gohohoing to tihihihickle..!â Chester squeaked as her hands darted downwards to his hips, but never touched them âDamn right!â 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 âSTOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!â Chester squealed as he grabbed at Mandyâs wrists âIHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!!â He laughed. âI donât think youâre sorry enough~â Mandy said and Chester let out this sad little noise; a mix between a whine and a yelp, âMEHEHEHEHERCEHEHEHEHEY!!â Chester shrieked as Mandy ghosted over the sensitive flesh between his hip bones âMEHEHEHERCY! UHUHUHUHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!!â Chester howled.
As much as Mandy would LOVE to sit here all day and tickle Chester to insanity (she mightâve 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 mightâve 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. âYou good clown? Had a good laugh?â Mandy asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, âYohohohouâre ahahan ahahahassholeâŚâ Chester mewled out and Mandy huffed âTakes one to know one, hun.â 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 shopâs front door and turned their âopenâ sign to âclosedâ and locked the door before approaching Chester again.
âYou gonna sleep on the floor tonight?â Mandy asked sarcastically and Chester huffed âYou know, I just might, these marshmallows bags make for great pillows!â Chester said and picked up a bag of marshmallows and opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, âStop eating the marshmallowsâŚâ Mandy said and Chester winked at her âI deserve this after the torture you put me through!â Chester said dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead. âIâll do it again if you donât get up!â Mandy threatened and wiggled her fingers at him, Chesterâs face flushed and he sprung back up with the bag of marshmallows still in hand, Mandyâs face fell when she saw the bag in his hand âWELL! I think Iâm going to go home now and get some rest!â Chester announced with a sort of mocking tone âYouâll be coming in tomorrow and helping me around here!â Mandy stated and Chester deflated âSure yeahâŚâ Chester said and began to walk past Mandy before he stopped and smirked.
Chester turned and looked âOh and uh, by the way, I didnât have any matches today, I just missed my alarm and didnât come in.â Chester said with a smug look. Mandy spluttered and then growled âYou son of a b- MMMMPH?!â Mandy was cut off as Chester shoved a marshmallow in her mouth and then ran away âCHEFFETER!!â Mandy mumbled out past the marshmallow and stomped her food. She walked towards her desk to grab her things âCanât believe that idiot, he slept in?!â 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 Chesterâs 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, âWoahâŚâ 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 hadnât lied, she had overreacted to his joke.Â
Despite this, Mandy had smiled and placed the gem in her pocket and picked up her things and closed shop and walked home. Sheâd apologize to Chester tomorrow, that was, if he didnât sleep in againâŚ
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(In this house, we love and respect Chester x Mandy!!!)
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 âadd a souvenirâ 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 wasnât 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 theyâd hung out sheâd always learn something about him, and then sheâd write it down in the scrapbook of hers.
The scrapbook. Coletteâs pride and joy. It held everything she held dear to her in it; autographs, pictures, her âsouvenirsâ (that were often disgusting, like Bibiâs gum and Leonâs 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 heâd make when her hands would brush against his sides when sheâd given him surprise hugs, sheâd 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 wouldnât be back for at least 5 more hours (had Coletteâs 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, âHey Edgar, did you hear that Emzâs birthday is coming up?â Colette said casually and Edgar hummed âYeah, sheâs been posting about it on her Insta.â Edgar said bluntly. âDo you plan to get her anything for her birthday?â Colette asked and looked at her edgy roommate, âEh, probably notâŚâ Edgar said, still looking at his phone, Colette lightly gasped âWhy not?! I thought you two were friends?!â she yelled and Edgar finally looked at her âWeâre not friends. Just cuz we have similar interests doesnât mean weâre close.â Edgar said flatly. Colette feigned a sad look and whimpered âIf you and Emz arenât friends then⌠What are we?â 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 âWeâre⌠acquaintancesâŚâ Edgar said and looked away, Colette gasped and reeled back âACQUAINTANCES?! Edgar, you wound me!!â Colette cried before she leaned forward again, Edgar put his hands up defensively âWe work together and we brawl together, but other than that I wouldnât say weâre close!â âEdgar, we LIVE together!â Colette said âWe also live with Byron!â he shot back. âWe hang out all the time! Weâre technically hanging out right now!â Colette argued, âI mean, itâs more like weâre coexisting in the same roomâŚâ Edgar mumbled âSame difference!â Colette said.
âWhy are you so hung up about this?â Edgar asked and Colette scoffed, âWell with how much we spend time together it hurts to know you donât consider me a friend!â Colette said and idly slapped the tops of her thighs and looked away. âAlright, despite the fact that we spend SOOOO much time together, I know nothing about you.â Edgar said and crossed his arms, Colette tilted her head âHow could you not know anything about me? I tell you stuff about me all the time!â Colette said and moved closer to him âNo you donât, you always talk about the others!â Edgar said and Colette rolled her eyes âI also talk about myself! And I talk about you too!â she said and Edgar raised an eyebrow âOh? And what do you know?â Edgar said with suspicion.
 âWell, I know your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, I know you like a certain brand of nail polish cause it doesnât chip easily, I know you donât like working late shifts because it messes up your parkour routine-â Colette said moving closer to Edgar, he seemed to notice and tried to back up against the couch âI also know you donât like when people criticize your technics because now one else does parkour like you do.â Colette said and pinned Edgar to the couch âGet off! I may not know much about you but I know youâre crazy!â Edgar said and Colette huffed and smiled. âThereâs one other thing I know about you.â Colette said and smirked and Edgar gulped nervously âAnd whatâs that?â he asked. Colette had this downright evil look on her face as she leaned close to Edgar.
âI know youâre ticklish~â Colette whispered to him and Edgar paled.Â
For a few moments the world seemed frozen as Edgar sweat bullets beneath his coworker before after what seemed like eternity, Edgarâs 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 âHey! Where are you going?!â Colette said and grabbed his scarf and moved them out of her way âGet away from me!â 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?)Â âI know youâre ticklish, I just donât know where. Thatâs what weâre going to find out!â Colette said excitedly as she rolled up her sleeves and wiggled her fingers down at the emo boy and his face flushed. âNo! Nononono- Get off of mehehe!â Edgar giggle and grabbed Coletteâs wrists to keep them away, she giggled herself and fought against Edgarâs strength, her hands slowly descended downwards towards his sides âGee Edgar, I havenât even touched you and youâre already giggling, you must be really ticklish if this is just getting to you!â Colette teased and his face flushed brighter as he was fighting back against her wiggling fingers âShuhut up!â 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 âYou canât fight this forever!~â 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 âCOHOHOHOLETTE NOHOHO!!â Edgar cackled. Colette gasped and squealed down at him âAaaw Edgar! Your laugh is so cute!!â Colette gushed as she skittered her fingers up and down the boy's sides âSHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!â Edgar wailed as he still tried to push against her hands, âNAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IT OHOHOFF!!â Edgar laughed and tried to shake Colette off âNo way! Weâre just getting started my dear acquaintance!â Colette said with a mischievous smile and Edgar made a noise akin to a growl. Coletteâs fingers were fast and precise, trying to figure out what made Edgar laugh the hardest, âGee, I wonder just ticklish you areâŚâ Colette said as her fingers suddenly darted across the top of his stomach and Edgar howled âNAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!â Edgar shrieked and Colette giggled âWhy not here? Too tickle tickle ticklish for you to handle?~â 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, âCOHOHOHOLETTE PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!â Edgar wheezed, âOh but Edgar! I canât stop now! Iâve never seen you smile or laugh like this before!â Colette said as she scribbled between the boys ribs âNAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHAHA!! WHEHEHEHEN THIHIHIS IS OHOHOVER YOHOHOU ARE SOHO DEAHAHAD!!â Edgar threatened and Colette rolled her eyes âOh donât be like that! I know you like it!~â 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, âI wonderâŚâ Colette said out loud as she suddenly shot her right hand to Edgarâs neck and spidered against the sensitive flesh. Edgarâs 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, âNOHOHOHO NONONO NOHOHO STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PL-PLEHEHEASE!!!â Edgar howled and Colette leaned closer âJackpot! Seems Iâve found a good spot huh?â 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 âP-PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUHUNCLE!!â 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 sheâd unleashed on him. âOh Edgar, what am I going to do with you?â 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, âStohohohohop ihihihit!â he giggled and finally managed to swat her hands away from him.
âOh fine, Iâll stop.â 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 âWhahahahat ahahare yohohou looking ahahat?â Edgar asked and Colette smiled sweetly at him âYou silly!â she said and tilted her head âYou looked like you were having fun laughing your little head off like that!â she chirped at him and Edgar wrapped his arms around his middle âNohoho I wahahasnât!!â he said defensively and Colette brought her hand up to her mouth âYes you were!â she said with a smirk âCause if you werenât, then you wouldnât have been laughing! Duh!â 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 âVERY TICKLISHâ at an arrow pointing at Edgarâs neck. She sighed as she looked at the picture âShame I didnât get to tickle his lower half, oh well, Iâll just have to do it some other time!â 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, âIâll certainly be getting revenge for this, donât you worry my dear friend!â she laughed.Â
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 âfriendâ.
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 âadd a souvenirâ 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 wasnât 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 theyâd hung out sheâd always learn something about him, and then sheâd write it down in the scrapbook of hers.
The scrapbook. Coletteâs pride and joy. It held everything she held dear to her in it; autographs, pictures, her âsouvenirsâ (that were often disgusting, like Bibiâs gum and Leonâs 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 heâd make when her hands would brush against his sides when sheâd given him surprise hugs, sheâd 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 wouldnât be back for at least 5 more hours (had Coletteâs 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, âHey Edgar, did you hear that Emzâs birthday is coming up?â Colette said casually and Edgar hummed âYeah, sheâs been posting about it on her Insta.â Edgar said bluntly. âDo you plan to get her anything for her birthday?â Colette asked and looked at her edgy roommate, âEh, probably notâŚâ Edgar said, still looking at his phone, Colette lightly gasped âWhy not?! I thought you two were friends?!â she yelled and Edgar finally looked at her âWeâre not friends. Just cuz we have similar interests doesnât mean weâre close.â Edgar said flatly. Colette feigned a sad look and whimpered âIf you and Emz arenât friends then⌠What are we?â 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 âWeâre⌠acquaintancesâŚâ Edgar said and looked away, Colette gasped and reeled back âACQUAINTANCES?! Edgar, you wound me!!â Colette cried before she leaned forward again, Edgar put his hands up defensively âWe work together and we brawl together, but other than that I wouldnât say weâre close!â âEdgar, we LIVE together!â Colette said âWe also live with Byron!â he shot back. âWe hang out all the time! Weâre technically hanging out right now!â Colette argued, âI mean, itâs more like weâre coexisting in the same roomâŚâ Edgar mumbled âSame difference!â Colette said.
âWhy are you so hung up about this?â Edgar asked and Colette scoffed, âWell with how much we spend time together it hurts to know you donât consider me a friend!â Colette said and idly slapped the tops of her thighs and looked away. âAlright, despite the fact that we spend SOOOO much time together, I know nothing about you.â Edgar said and crossed his arms, Colette tilted her head âHow could you not know anything about me? I tell you stuff about me all the time!â Colette said and moved closer to him âNo you donât, you always talk about the others!â Edgar said and Colette rolled her eyes âI also talk about myself! And I talk about you too!â she said and Edgar raised an eyebrow âOh? And what do you know?â Edgar said with suspicion.
 âWell, I know your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, I know you like a certain brand of nail polish cause it doesnât chip easily, I know you donât like working late shifts because it messes up your parkour routine-â Colette said moving closer to Edgar, he seemed to notice and tried to back up against the couch âI also know you donât like when people criticize your technics because now one else does parkour like you do.â Colette said and pinned Edgar to the couch âGet off! I may not know much about you but I know youâre crazy!â Edgar said and Colette huffed and smiled. âThereâs one other thing I know about you.â Colette said and smirked and Edgar gulped nervously âAnd whatâs that?â he asked. Colette had this downright evil look on her face as she leaned close to Edgar.
âI know youâre ticklish~â Colette whispered to him and Edgar paled.Â
For a few moments the world seemed frozen as Edgar sweat bullets beneath his coworker before after what seemed like eternity, Edgarâs 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 âHey! Where are you going?!â Colette said and grabbed his scarf and moved them out of her way âGet away from me!â 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?)Â âI know youâre ticklish, I just donât know where. Thatâs what weâre going to find out!â Colette said excitedly as she rolled up her sleeves and wiggled her fingers down at the emo boy and his face flushed. âNo! Nononono- Get off of mehehe!â Edgar giggle and grabbed Coletteâs wrists to keep them away, she giggled herself and fought against Edgarâs strength, her hands slowly descended downwards towards his sides âGee Edgar, I havenât even touched you and youâre already giggling, you must be really ticklish if this is just getting to you!â Colette teased and his face flushed brighter as he was fighting back against her wiggling fingers âShuhut up!â 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 âYou canât fight this forever!~â 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 âCOHOHOHOLETTE NOHOHO!!â Edgar cackled. Colette gasped and squealed down at him âAaaw Edgar! Your laugh is so cute!!â Colette gushed as she skittered her fingers up and down the boy's sides âSHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!â Edgar wailed as he still tried to push against her hands, âNAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IT OHOHOFF!!â Edgar laughed and tried to shake Colette off âNo way! Weâre just getting started my dear acquaintance!â Colette said with a mischievous smile and Edgar made a noise akin to a growl. Coletteâs fingers were fast and precise, trying to figure out what made Edgar laugh the hardest, âGee, I wonder just ticklish you areâŚâ Colette said as her fingers suddenly darted across the top of his stomach and Edgar howled âNAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!â Edgar shrieked and Colette giggled âWhy not here? Too tickle tickle ticklish for you to handle?~â 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, âCOHOHOHOLETTE PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!â Edgar wheezed, âOh but Edgar! I canât stop now! Iâve never seen you smile or laugh like this before!â Colette said as she scribbled between the boys ribs âNAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHAHA!! WHEHEHEHEN THIHIHIS IS OHOHOVER YOHOHOU ARE SOHO DEAHAHAD!!â Edgar threatened and Colette rolled her eyes âOh donât be like that! I know you like it!~â 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, âI wonderâŚâ Colette said out loud as she suddenly shot her right hand to Edgarâs neck and spidered against the sensitive flesh. Edgarâs 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, âNOHOHOHO NONONO NOHOHO STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PL-PLEHEHEASE!!!â Edgar howled and Colette leaned closer âJackpot! Seems Iâve found a good spot huh?â 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 âP-PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUHUNCLE!!â 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 sheâd unleashed on him. âOh Edgar, what am I going to do with you?â 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, âStohohohohop ihihihit!â he giggled and finally managed to swat her hands away from him.
âOh fine, Iâll stop.â 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 âWhahahahat ahahare yohohou looking ahahat?â Edgar asked and Colette smiled sweetly at him âYou silly!â she said and tilted her head âYou looked like you were having fun laughing your little head off like that!â she chirped at him and Edgar wrapped his arms around his middle âNohoho I wahahasnât!!â he said defensively and Colette brought her hand up to her mouth âYes you were!â she said with a smirk âCause if you werenât, then you wouldnât have been laughing! Duh!â 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 âVERY TICKLISHâ at an arrow pointing at Edgarâs neck. She sighed as she looked at the picture âShame I didnât get to tickle his lower half, oh well, Iâll just have to do it some other time!â 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, âIâll certainly be getting revenge for this, donât you worry my dear friend!â she laughed.Â
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 âfriendâ.
