when someone is trying hard to not laugh when theyre being tickled, but then u just find that one spot, and suddenly, they cant STOP laughing. when they dont seem like theyre that ticklish or they seem so cool and untouchable, but little do you know, a quick swipe across their back or their neck or anywhere really, has them jumping and laughing. it is so cute. i am not normal.
or when someone is just so cute, you know theyd be super adorable when being tickled, all happy and giggly. when someone snorts when laughing. when someone’s tickle laugh is so out of character from their normal laugh. when someone blushes or gets flustered when their ticklishness is mentioned. blushing when being tickled. BLUSHING. TICKLING. GAHHHHH.
I just wanna like,get an silly lee,pin them and wigglying my fingers evily to them,riiight next to their sides or stomach,before Slooowlyyy tracing my finger to their side or tummy,before tickling and squeezing right on their favorite spot,their laughs,squeaks,snorts and etc. being an music for my ears,meanwhile they keep saying “NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAP!” but i know they not liking it,THEY ARE LOVING IT!,and oh.
Before you guys call me a meanie,i know yur kind silleh wittle lees,i know yu wuv dis guys 🤭 <33
having ur tword friends be adorable over text is so mean ohmygosh like i just wanna blow raspberrys on their tummy and tease them about it as they giggle omfg i NEED to do this to somone irl ill explode if i dont
Written platonic but it's ambiguous enough to be open to interpretation.
Word Ct: 1.5k
Warnings: Tickles, Maybe some slightly guilt tripp-y lauguage? It's entirely a joke though and it's understood as a joke by everyone involved.
This is heavily inspired by that one side story where Tsukasa doesn't let Rui do an idea and he gets all pouty and drags Emu and Nene into it.
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“I’m just saying it won’t work! It’s just unrealistic for what we have to work with,” huffed Tsukasa after yet another one of Rui’s overambitious ideas for a stunt in their newest show. After all, it was his duty as troupe leader to keep everyone reigned in. (And had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Rui’s idea was certain to include some new stunt with Tsukasa as the victim)
“And I’m saying with enough work, we can make it happen! As a troupe, we should be working to improve and push ourselves to be better. How do you expect to become a world star with that kind of attitude?” Rui countered.
“I can’t be any kind of star at all if one of your crazy ideas kills me!” Tsukasa all but yelled.
“Aw,” Rui began, taking on an exaggerated pout, “I just thought you’d want to try something new.”
Tsukasa gave a deep sigh. “Rui. I’m not playing this game with you.”
“What game? I’m being completely serious here. And frankly, I’m offended and heartbroken you would take my sadness with such jest.” His ruse was only betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared down the troupe leader.
“You do this all the time. I know you’re messing with me. You’re just pretending so you can have your way.” Tsukasa ran a frustrated hand through his own hair.
“This level of betrayal? From my beloved leader? I would never do such a thing” Rui gasped. He began to shed (admittedly very convincing) fake tears to truly express his levels of distress at the situation. “Won’t you please please please let me do the stunt? I assure you it would make the whole show. And it would wipe away these tears rolling down my poor, poor, downcast, despairing, and otherwise inconsolable saddened face. I may never smile again without it.”
“Hmm,” Tsukasa began, a slight teasy lilt in his voice that Rui, due in no small part to his own dramatics, failed to notice. “I know it does make you very sad.”
Rui glanced up expectantly, his pouty facade beginning to morph into smugness. He just knew his dear troupe leader couldn’t hold out on him that long.
Tsukasa made a step towards him. “And I just can’t stand seeing you so down.”
Another step. “What a shame it would be if I never got to see that radiant smile again.”
Another step. “After all, our director knows best.”
At last, Rui had won. He didn’t even have to convince the others to join in his sorrow.
Wait.
It couldn’t be this easy, could it? Tsukasa never went down without at least a half-hearted fight, especially when it came to Rui’s stunts. The flattery? And the immediate compliance? Combined with the quickly closing distance between the two, it didn’t make sense.
Another step. Tsukasa was now less than an arm's length from Rui, staring directly in his still teary eyes. “And we all care about you so much.”
“So why don’t we just help you smile again?”
Rui didn’t even have time to process the words before he felt two strong arms swiftly pulling him into a firm, confining hug and two hands spidering up and down his ribs, sending the former into a fit of surprised, giddy laughter.
“AHAHAHATSUKASAA” Rui yelled, squirming fruitlessly in the other man’s arms.
“See? Now you’re laughing that pretty laugh! It wasn’t so hard to get you all cheery again!” Tsukasa said brightly.
“NAHAHA, NOT CHEEEHERY!” The taller of the two only barely managed to gasp out through his screeching and ever reddening face. “EMHUHU, NEHENE, HEHELP ME!”
The girls spectating exchanged twin smiles containing nothing but adoration for their poor, trapped director.
“You know, Emu, I think Rui has a point,” Nene chimed in, “He said it himself, he’s not cheery yet, we should go help him to make sure he feels all better.”
“NOHOHO, NOHOT WHAHAT I MEAHNT,” protested Rui, squirming, growing more furious but equally futile in an attempt to escape his oncoming demise.
Emu let out a small gasp, “I think you’re right, Nene! It would be so mean of us to leave him there suffering! We have to help him smile!”
“DOHON’T YOHOU TWO DARHEHERE” Rui screamed. “STAYHEY BAHACK”
Nene shook her head and clicked her tongue. She began her slow walk towards Rui, Emu excitedly bouncing at her side. Each tap of their shoes on the stage steadily getting closer to him as he knew what was going to happen when they got to him was, in Rui’s opinion, the cruelest form of torture “Poor helpless Rui.” Nene began, having to significantly raise her volume for anyone, much less the source of the noise, to even hear her. “Begging for help but when he gets it, he can’t accept it. So trapped and ticklish and he can’t even do anything about it.” She stood right in front of him, Tsukasa slowing down only so that Rui could hear her over his own laughter. She hovered her hands over all of his worst spots. His ribs, his arms, his hips, and his neck, as if carefully deciding where to strike first. “Hmm, maybe I should go easy on you. After all, the only reason you’re still standing is because Tsukasa is holding you up. We both know you’d be curled up shrieking on the floor without him. I don’t think he could continue to keep you still with much more of your thrashing. But then again, I don’t really mind you taking him to the floor with you.”
“Hey!” Tsukasa reprimanded.
Ignoring him, Nene continued. “Maybe I’ll gooo.. No… maybeee.. No, not there either.” With each new consideration, she hovered her hands over a new spot, sending the already laughing boy into near hysterics.
“Neneeeee,” Emu whined. “Why can we just tickle him alreadyy-”
“Hmmmm,” Nene drew the hum out for a long time, considering her options. “Okay,” She latched her hands onto Rui’s hips and started rapidly squeezing them. Emu quickly joined in by spidering her hands at his neck, making good use of her nails on the sensitive spot.
If Rui thought he had it bad before, he was not prepared for the addition of four new hands combined with Emu’s playful words and Nene’s cruel teases. He could barely even make out words anymore, opting for screeches of laughter, occasionally interrupted by calls that sounded vaguely like his troupe member’s names.
True to Nene’s word, he very quickly lost the ability to stand and with Tsukasa’s gentle assistance, crumpled to the ground in ticklish agony. He instinctively squirmed and wiggled, not truly trying to get away and letting himself get lost in his laughter and the feeling of six hands targeting his worst spots. He couldn’t think about anything except just how bad it tickled.
“As fun as this has been, my dear troupe, I think he’s had enough,” Tsukasa pointed out, taking note of Rui’s (now legitimately) teary eyes and very flushed face. Emu and Nene nodded and removed their hands while Tsukasa gradually slowed down to light scribbles and then to gentle rubbing to help what were sure to be horrible tingles.
“AhEhetheh,” Rui tried to make out words but couldn’t get far enough past the fuzzy, ticklish feeling in his brain to say anything intelligible. He curled into himself and just kept giggling himself silly.
“Awwwww! Rui, you’re so cute and giggly! I love your squealies!” Rui somehow blushed even darker at Emu’s complement
“He doesn’t need to be any more flustered, right now Emu.” Nene cut in, “Let’s give him a second and then you can say whatever you want to him.”
“Nohohohoooo,” Rui protested, “Thahahat’s gonahahaha eheehehehehe,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence without the phantom tickles running rampant all over him and impairing his speech.
Tsukasa gently ran his hand through Rui’s messy, purple hair, smiling in adoration as he leaned into the comforting touch. “Shhh, just breathe for now. We’ll listen once you’ve calmed down a bit.”
Nene handed him a cold bottle of water. Rui wasted no time in using Tsukasa to pull himself into a sitting position, and down half of the bottle in one drink.
“Thahank yohohou” Rui weakly giggled. “I lihiked thahaht a lohoht.”
“Well that’s good because I like tickling you a lot!” Emu chirped.
“Yeah, it is kinda fun to be able to get you to shut up.” Nene smiled, no real malice in her words.
“Of course, Rui. Anything to make our director smile.” Tsukasa added.
“Anyhehthing?” Rui asked, the same mischievous glint returning to his eyes.
“Don’t push it,” Tsukasa said with a poke to Rui’s ribs, sending him into yet another giggle fit from the still hypersensitive skin.
“Okahahy, okahay” Rui conceded. “I won't. For now.”
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I'm gonna be honest, this was meant to be a warm up drabble for my Squealing Santa writing. However it got so out of hand, it became my first tickle fic. Hooray!
It's downright criminal that these two have never interacted.
Absolute. Drama. Queens.
Neither of them can just sit still and take it, they are either flailing and squealing like it’s the one thing between them and spontaneous combustion or twitching violently and complaining nonstop (never meaning a word of course)
Ticklish tummy solidarity. I don’t make the rules, sorry.
Tha image of them just sitting next to each other, gradually hiking up each others shirt and tickling oh so softly without either laughing or saying a word. It’s kind of become an unspoken game for them at this point. The first one to giggle gets nonstop raspberries for at least 5 minutes. They have a pretty even win/loss streak.
These two are stubborn, so tickle fights can get intense and often start with no warning.
All it takes is a few fingers under either of their arms and suddenly its been an hour and both are exhausted and panting on the floor.
Ena for sure plays dirty too. Does that thing where she pretends to be giving a break but right as Tsukasa inhales, she tickles him again. She’s also really mean by means of going for bad spots and not letting up for even a moment.
It is no understatement to say that both of those make him lose his mind screaming.
Pretty much the only advantages he has on her are physical. He’s got size, strength, and endurance but in every other sense she has him completely beat. Yeah he can pin her but that won’t stop the teasing, which is half the battle for him.
Neither of them mind how often he loses though.
I’ve talked on here before about Tsukasa being the most dramatic and playful, but also the sweetest ler out there. That 100% rings true when he goes for Ena too.
She’s the type to be easily frustrated and then take that frustration out on herself. Luckily for her, her boyfriend hates that and has a much better solution for it (read: frequently tickling her to pieces)
Idk, I think Ena comfort tickles would just be a common thing for them in general.
Tsukasa is one of the only people in her life who she feels comfortable enough to admit to that she kind of maybe just a little bit doesn’t hate being tickled.
He, of course, understands that’s Ena-speak for “she loves to be tickled. It makes her happy.” He also knows she’s frequently in need of comfort.
Body image issues? Soft tickles everywhere she’s insecure while he whispers how pretty his girlfriend is. Insecure about her art? Tickling her until she forgets and saying the corniest stuff like “if your art is half as lovely as that laugh, then you have no reason to worry.” Trouble waking up? Try staying in bed when you’re too busy squirming.
It is a miracle she hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet with how easily he can make her blush.
Another embarrassing thing he does is the theatrics.
He just makes.. Such a big deal about how fun it is for both of them and is clearly so engrossed in it.
Playing characters and high pitched “kitchi kitchi” noises serve to remind Ena exactly what’s going on and exactly why she’s not pulling away.
The worst part for her is the fact that he’s not even trying to fluster her with the tickling. It’s just an added bonus if/when he notices it. He’s just so affectionate she can’t help getting all embarrassed.
Ena, on the other hand, does not at all take Tsukasa’s sweetness into account when he winds up on the receiving end.
Ena loves to draw on Tsukasa in general, like doodling on his arms/hands whenever she's feeling antsy but especially loves being able to take the time to make use of his stomach when she's in the mood for a longer “project”.
Really it's just an excuse to see/touch Tsukasa's tummy but he doesn't need to know that. Sometimes she doesn't even draw, just traces shapes with her finger or a clean paintbrush.
“Such a beautiful and strong canvas. So perfect for me” is all that needs to come out of her mouth for Tsukasa to be ready and able to do anything she could ever want.
She’s one to keep her nails always well done and pretty and that fact has nearly sent Tsukasa to his grave so many times.
He already loves how they look, he can recognize the artistry and has even considered having his own done. But when they’re wiggling towards him? He’s an absolute goner. She knows exactly how to pinch his ribs and slowly drag them around.
To the point where he’s associated that with her nails and even looking at her hands too long can put him in a lee mood.
Tickles to get him to shut up.
Tsukasa has a unique talent of being able to fill any room’s silence with his voice going on and on and on. Ena has a talent for filling the room with his laughter instead.
Tsukasa can get kind of overenthusiastic and reactive at times, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes though, feeling so much at once is overwhelming and what better way of tiring yourself out than annoying your vindictive girlfriend into wrecking you to pieces?
A classic favorite of his is to poke Ena over and over, sometimes somewhere ticklish to make her jumpy or even just her cheek just to be annoying.
Because he lacks subtlety, she always knows what’s going on.
Whether she draws it out and makes him admit it or immediately gets him back depends on her mood. Tsukasa loves both regardless, it’s a win-win.
He gets downright whiney if she drags it on too long but still won’t ask. The best she’ll ever get is a little mumble.
When Ena is in the ever elusive “soft ler” mode, she has a tendency to become absolutely captivated with any smile of Tsukasa’s. She just wants to look at him all day. Every single one of his features is perfect to her.
He gets so so shy from the attention, Ena just has to tickle him right back out of his shell.
After a stage stunt leaves Tsukasa down in the dumps, Emu tries to cheer him up!
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Being a performer had it's ups and downs. Literally.
Rui was a great stage director. Really, he was. But his extravagant, ground breaking ideas paired with Tsukasa's stubbornness and never-wavering flair for dramatics made for a dangerous recipe of disaster. Neither of them knew when to stop.
Rui's idea was simple on the outside. Modifying the stage with a simple zip-line type system that could lift people into the air. The final act of their upcoming show would Intel Tsukasa being lifted into the air- there would be fog machines and wind blowers, fancy lighting- it was supposed to be fun! Totally awesome!
There was just one itty bitty problem..
The mechanism worked in such a way that Tsukasa had to jump a little just before going up- the momentum helped lift him into the air, and the cord did the rest of the work. But Tsukasa was overthinking it. He was anticipating the lift, and he kept on stuttering or jerking or jumping to late. Nearly all of their rehearsals had ended with him flat on his back.
Rui was backstage inspecting the system, after the umpteenth Face Plant. And Tsukasa was laying on his back with his feet hanging off the edge of the stage, sprawled out, aching all over and sulking.
"Tsukasaaaaa-kuuuun!"
Emu lent over him, on her hands and knees, frowning down at the melodramatic puddle of a human. She just hated when Tsukasa got all down and mopey like this!
His eyes drifted over her for nearly a moment before they went back to looking straight up. The silent treatment!
Emu tried again, this time smiling brightly and, she hoped, encouragingly.
"C'mon Tsukasa, don't be a pouty pants! I'm sure you'll get it this time! You'll get in the air and be all like " whooosh, weeee, zoommmm!" It'll be so much fun!"
She nudged him, hoping to boost his morale, but he didn't even budge!
"Leave me in my misery, woman! It's clear to me now that I've simply lost all my talent and preforming prowess! It's no use!"
"Aw, no you haven't!!"
"I have!"
With a flourish, he his face with both hands, shutting out the cruel, cruel world.
Emu leaned back, putting her hands on her hips, thinking. This would never do! She had to think of a way to get Tsukasa happy again!
She leaned over to pull his hands from his face, ignoring his whines of protest.
"Tsukasa! How are you going to make our audience smile if you can't smile yourself? You should know better than anyone that you should never give up! You dust yourself off and try again the like amazing star you are! Wonderhoy~!"
She waved her hands in the air with the small cheer, and for a moment she thought she saw the corners of his mouth twitch. But he just took his hands back and covered his face again with a loud groan.
Emu stared down at him, now absolutely incredulous at his bad attitude.
But she wasn't about to give up yet! There had to be a way to pull Tsukasa out of his mopey mood and back on his feet! If she could just find a way to cheer him up first...
Oh.
Oh!
Giddy, she leaned over Tsukasa again, her bubbly grin turning into a mischievous little smirk.
"Tsukasaaaa~! If I can't make you smile, I know who can!"
Confused, and made a but suspicious, by her tone, he lifted his hand just enough to peek out at her, frowning.
"What-?"
"Tickle monster attack!!!"
"Wh- whoa-! Hey, hey, hey- Emu!"
In a flash she was pouncing on him like a cat cornering it's prey, even if her "attack" was of a more wholesome variety, and it lacked the claws.
Still, Tsukasa found himself scooting backwards across the stage to try to get away from her sudden, wiggling fingers. But he'd been caught of guard, and Emu was fast! Too fast.
"E-Emu! Okay, okay! I'll get up, see! You don't have to do this! Im- I'm not even ticklish so it would be pointless anyway, really-!"
His back hit the edge of the proscenium's arch, and suddenly he had no where to go, and Emu and her dammed fingers loomed over him.
"Who's Emu? I'm the tickle monsterrr~! And I'm here to make you smile!"
She deepened her voice- in a silly way to sound intimidating, like a puppy growling during a playfight- and in a flash had her hands scribbling and squeezing at the bottom of Tsukasa's rib cage.
A girly, high pitched squeal ripped from his throat, and in an instant he was giggling and squirming in protest. But he was pinned between the edge of the stage with Emu in front of him, and the best he could do was slide his back down the wall and wiggle from side to side.
In short, he was very much trapped. And very, very ticklish.
"Kkkh-! Emu! Stop, stohohop! This is just- this is childihihihihish!"
Frantically, he tried to grab at her hands, but she was to quick, to sporatic, and his mind was too foggy to make any movement intentional enough. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid having to look at Emu's beaming face.
"Nuh-uh! I can't stop untill you're all happy again! Tktktkktk~!"
Her incessant and affectionate coo's prompted his cheeks to bloom in rosy pink color. And when she pulled a stealth mode 100 to squeeze at the sides of his tummy, he threw his head back and busted into loud, boisterous laughter.
"Nahahahahaha, Emuhuhuhuhu!!"
"Your laugh is so funny, Tsukasa-kun!! Look at how happy you are! Isn't this better than being a grumpy-gus aaaaaall day?"
She couldn't help but laugh with him. It was just so contagious, and she loved getting to be silly with her friends! And his reactions were only encouraging her.
"I wasn't being- ahahahahaha! Okay, okahahahahay! Emu! I promise I'm happy! EHEhehhehe! This isn't any way to treat a stahahahar! Plehease, you're killing me!"
He pleaded, kicking his legs ferverently through a plethora of squeals and shrieks, like he was being electrocuted.
"Oh, so dramatic!"
"Emuhuhuhuhuhuuu!"
"Hehe~ okayyyyy. I guess I should be careful with your vocal cords. Laughing so much, you might not be able to perform at all!"
She slid her fingers from his torso and relinquished her tickly ministrations, smiling triumphantly as he huffed and caught his breath. A new, wide, wobbly grin on his face.
"Hhh... HHahh... That- that was a dirty move.."
He breathed, and then groaned when she giggled innocently.
"Tsukasa?"
"Mh...?"
He straightened himself up to sit properly, and when he did, he saw how Emu was looking at him with a softer regard than she had been a moment before.
"You don't have to get something right away to be an amazing performer! You're already above and beyond! And I know that with enough hard work, you can do anything! But you don't have to get yourself down when you make mistakes. You just have to believe in yourself and give it your all! And I know you can do it~!"
He was nearly speechless for a moment, staring at her as his brain processed her words.
"Emu..."
Suddenly, he lept up, already with a new air of confidence that was much more his trademark.
'You're right! I can't let a little bump in the road stop me from achieving greatness! This is nearly a small blunder!"
He held out his hand for Emu to take, and when she stood she clapped her hands excitedly.
"Thats the spirit! ... Wonderhoy...?"
Hah. What would he do without her, huh?"
"Hah! Wonderhoy~!"
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Wooo! I haven't written in a while!
If this is a tad bit ooc, I apologize! Once I play more, I'll be able to write them better, haha!
Hi hello I’m Ollie your blog makes me very flustered n now I’m in a Lee mood, thank you :’]
-@ticklish-little-mouse
Well hello ollie!! Im gladd my posts got u into a lee mood u kindd of knew what my posts were and u kept reading them so thats not all my fault but thank u for letting me know ^^
something absolutely evil: a ler attacking the lee's tummy and lower back at the same time, so when they arch to get away from one hand, they just press themself into the other
suchh a ler moodd i just wanna squeeze somones sides while giving their tummy a raspberry as they squirm and giggle basicly giving me a invitation to keep going its like telling me to add poking aswelll ohmygodd!!
justt a thought of having somone be rude to me as i pin them under me and scribble over back of their knees while they burst into giggles and try squirming away is so melting ^^
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