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Game Grumps fics! Tickling, fluff, smut, you name it! Prompts open! Prompts in the works: 30 :)

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Ooooo I love your fics. They're so freaking cute. When's the,next one coming out if I can ask??

Honestly, I don't know when I can get the next fic out; currently, I'm staying with family over the holidays, and I haven't had a lot of time to be on my own and get thr chance to work on the fics, but I'll get them out as soon as I can!

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don't stress yourself with working on fics!! i love your writing but your comfort and happiness is much much more important!! take as much time as you need!!!!

You are so thoughtful and sweet!! I love you so much, anon! And you don't have to worry, I've planned it all put accordingly 😎

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Barry/Dan Barry and Dan are snuggling together and Barry kisses Danny's neck and he squeals and says that it tickled bc of his beard and Barry immediately is like >:3c and starts tickling the shit out of Dan's neck with his beard?

Barry's arm was draped over the other's shoulder, with both of them sitting side-to-side (or rather, side-on-side) on the couch. Dan could smell the man's cologne, and it was intoxicating. He himself was starting to smell like Barry, and there was something about that concept that made Dan feel so happy and special and in love. It was such a small thing to feel so happy about, but to Dan, it was more than that.

He listened to the sound of Barry's breathing; soft, slow, gentle, rhythmic and- and warm, everything about Barry was just so warm and inviting. And perfect. And beautiful. He loved this man.

The feeling was mutual; Barry loved every little thing there was about Dan. He loved his smile, and how it lit up the room. He loved his eyes and the way they crinkled when he laughed. And he especially loved his laugh- so bubbly, frantic, melodic, sometimes deep and sometimes high, always made of pure joy.

He loved his long, dark hair, and he loved that he was given permission to play with it as much as he desired. He loved the way he showed his compassion through not just words, but touch, and he loved his ambition and kindness to everyone, including complete strangers. He loved this man.

Dan shifted closer to Barry- somehow, this was possible- and leaned his head into the crevice of Barry's neck, leaving a slight tickling feeling. Barry smiled, not just because of the feeling that followed, but because it reminded him of Dan's own tickishness at his neck.

Dan noticed and couldn't help the grin that grew on his face. "What are you smiling about?"

Barry shook his head as he answered, "Nothing. I just love you." This was followed by Barry turning towards Dan, keeping his arm around his shoulder, and letting his other hand cup Dan's face as he leaned in for a kiss.

Both were smiling into the kiss, so it was rather wobbly and, well, not just right, you might say, but both enjoyed it nonetheless. Dan sank into his seat and just about melted when Barry's lips started trailing down his jaw, his collarbone, back up to his neck-

His neck. Oh no.

At first, it was manageable. A few seconds went by, and Barry's lips were soft, and his touch was always gentle, as always. But it was the beard that set him off. He squealed. The noise itself startled Barry- it made him jump.

Barry stopped in his tracks and looked up at Dan. His shoulders had scrunched up and his cheeks were dusted with pink. He felt tense against Barry, like he was trying to close himself off. And, even weirder, a wide smile was playing at his lips.

"Are you okay?" Barry asked, incredulously so. Dan glanced back at him, and once met with the widened and confused eyes, he quickly looked away. "It.. it tickled, is all." His face turned a shade darker, and he bit his lip to try and keep from smiling any wider than he already was.

Without thinking twice, Barry let his words slip; "That has got to be the most darling thing in the world."

Dan cracked up at this. "What?"

"I wanna do it again," Barry said without a pause, a smirk forming at the idea.

Immediately, Dan started to back up- away from Barry's arm around his shoulders, away from Barry- but his back was met with the arm of the couch. He was cornered (quite literally, as he was stuck with his back pressed against the corner of the couch), and Barry was starting to crawl closer to him.

In mere seconds, Barry was looming over him with the most wicked smirk Dan had ever seen him with. "Don't do it, dohon't you fucking dare-" Dan shook his head, his eyes sparkling, giggling profusely. "You are so cute," Barry added, while Dan still shaking his head 'no' in response.

Barry dropped the arm around Dan's shoulders so it was wrapped around his back, and started to pull him closer. Dan's hands were pushing on him, though Barry knew that he was given consent for this act that was about to play out.

"Stop shoving!" Barry laughed. Dan only yelled out a "No!" and a "Fuck you!" in response. In retaliation, Barry pinched Dan's right side, making him twitch in response and lean the other direction, which made a perfect opening spot at the right side of his neck.

Barry wasted no time- quickly, he shoved his beard into the crook of Dan's neck. And Dan screamed.

Dan tried to scrunch up his shoulders again, but found that it was no use, because Barry's face was already there. He tried to push Barry away again, but realized that his arms were locked to his sides, thanks to the other man's grasp. He was stuck and he couldn't move an inch. His cheeks burned with the color red, and the electric-itchy-tingly-tickly feeling wasnt going away.

He couldn't stop laughing for the life of him.

"Baharry, stohohohop, I cahahan't mohohohohove, plehehease!" Dan begged as he squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to lean away from Barry's godforsaken beard, but that just gave him more space to tickle.

Barry could only laugh at Dan's begging- not that he was a sadist or anything- and the mere vibration of his laughter made Dan's laughter spike. "Oh, does that make it worse? Hmm?" Barry hummed deeply into his skin.

The only part of Dan that could move were his legs. All he could do was kick- and kick he did. "Stahahahap! Barryhehehe! F-fuhuck pleheheeease!" Dan whined through his laughter out if desperation, and threw his head back, laughing maniacally. Barry only followed.

"Alright, alright, but hold on, I wanna try something."

And then, Barry growled into his skin and bit him.

The bite wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make the taller man shriek and squeal with laughter. And god, the growling, the tiny vibrations- they sent a million shockwaves through Dan.

Now, truly, the poor laughing man could do no more. His body went limp, and as did his laughter, which was filled with squeaks and even a few hiccups here and there. Barry let him sink down the back of the couch until he was lying on his back. Barry let him go, as he looked down on him. He was still giggling brightly, his face deeply red, his eyes still closed, and he was wearing one of the biggest smiles Barry had ever seen.

Once Dan felt the grip at his arms disappear, he brought a hand up to the side of his neck to rub away the leftover tingly feelings that sparked at his skin.

Barry grinned lovingly. He looked fondly down at his boyfriend, who then opened his eyes to glare up at him.

Barry just shook his head fondly. "We are definitely doing that again," he replied. Slowly, he sank to Dan's level, lying on top of his chest. Dan could only laugh again in response.

"By the way," Dan mumbled after a moment, "I'm totally getting you back. That's a promise."

Barry looked up to meet Dan's eyes. "I thought you liked it." Dan looked up at the ceiling to ponder; "...Maybe."

Barry snorted. "Oh, then here-" And Barry blew a raspberry just under his ear.

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Not really a prompt I'm just curious when will some of the fics be out?? Take all the time you need of course I was just wondering

Hey anon! I'm working on some right now actually, I'll have them out as soon as I can!

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real quick side tangent; you guys are sending in the cutest and most flustering prompts ever and I'm 😤 living for it

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dan and arin having a huge tickle fight

"Does it tickle when I do... this?"

Dan snorted, followed by a blush at his cheeks. "Plehehease, stahAHahap! I can't fucking take it anymore- NOHOHO!" He managed to giggle his words out, albeit quietly and wobbly.

Arin and Dan had engaged in a tickle fight after a run of Super Mario Brothers. It of course was all Dan's fault- he had practically begged for this to happen. It all started with a gentle poke to the side (that's how it usually starts). Then a gentle poke becomes a vengeful squeeze, and then that vengeful squeeze turns into unstoppable scribbling, and so on and so forth.

"If you can't take what you dish out, then maybe you shouldn't have provoked me! Huh, Daniel?" Arin teased playfully. He was laughing almost as much as Dan was; there he sat, straddling Dan's hips and riding him like a bull with the way he squirmed.

Every knead at his ribs made him slightly arch his back and try to cover his sides with his arms (though he coincidentally failed every time). Every scribble at his stomach made him curl in on himself... at first. A moment after he collected himself, he would lay back down and let Arin's hands roam free. But he usually just kept his hands either carding through his hair anxiously, covering his eyes, or covering his mouth to stop the overflowing stream of giggles.

And Dan, this was Arin's favorite part- Dan would never actually try to stop Arin from tickling him. The most he would do was hold Arin's wrists, but that might have just been a way for him to ground himself. It was utterly adorable to witness the little ways Dan showed his love of playing around with Arin.

As Arin thought about these little things, he almost forgot what he was doing until Dan's sudden sharp cackling reminded him. Arin had accidentally found a place at the very back of his ribs. "I'm sorry, I'm sohohorry, Aharihihihin!"

Arin once again chuckled at Dan's expense, not letting up in the slightest. Meanwhile, Dan was going insane; it was almost as if the fact that Arin laughed along with him made him laugh harder, just because Arin's laughter was infectious enough. Okay, so maybe he was having more than just 'a little bit of fun,' so sue him. Even so, something itched inside of him, something that made him want to get Arin back.

So Dan did what the little voice told him to do and started tickling the bejesus out of Arin's hips. And Arin made a very regrettable squeaking noise before crumbling info a fit of high-pitched laughter.

The difference between Arin and Dan was that Arin would absolutely do his best to try to stop Dan's hands from finding his worst spots. The difference was, though both of the men were sensitive to touch, Arin was simply more susceptible to tickling than Dan, especially because Dan was tickled way more often than Arin was.

Dan pushed Arin down on his back and escaped from underneath his legs, now sitting between the two flailing limbs and leaning over the rest of Arin's body with sinister claws for hands.

Arin did his best to glare at Dan for this. "Noho fucking claws, not cool, not cool-!" Arin started to panic as the claws descended slowly. Once they hit their target, Dan let out a war cry. Arin screamed as well, though for a very different reason.

Dan has a specialty of making people cry when he tickles them, he's just that good. One of his signature moves is the Claw, which, to sum it up, is where he vibrates his hand at a certain sensitive spot. It never fails to make Arin scream at the sight of it.

"STOHOHOP, COHOME OHOHOHON DAHAHAN!" Arin was just melting at all of this. Anywhere but his stomach, he could handle for the most part. And anything but the damned claws.

Arin reached to grab Dan's hands and force them away, but his own were caught and simply pushed away. Okay, well if he couldn't get him off that way, Arin would have to use force.

The boys were at a crossroads. Now both of them were tickling each other to pieces, and neither man could stop laughing. One would scream out a desperate "STOHOHOP!" while the other would reply with "Only if you stohop!"

And sadly, though he hates to admit it; Arin was the first to withdraw. Kneading at his thighs was just so unfair. It was only until his laughter turned silent that he decided he'd had enough.

But I think we all know that Arin is 100% Soft Boy, so you shouldnt be surprised when I tell you this.

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Since it's winter, what about an ice skating date that ends in getting hot chocolate and cuddles by a fire place for Rubberbang??

Alright, so I'm a bit rusty, but this prompt really inspired me because what's cuter than pining during winter time? o hope you like it!

"What do you say we go ice skating?"

Dan looked up from his phone to see that Ross was wearing a heavy jacket, a beanie and a pair of gloves, which were all color coordinated, and which, in the end, made him look very much like a smurf. Dan beamed up at his friend. "I like the look you got going on," he teased, "It really suits you, Papa S."

It took Ross merely a second to get the joke, which ultimately ended in a frown and a glare. Dan giggled lightly.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun. I could finally show off my moves to someone who would actually appreciate them." As Ross said the word 'moves,' he shook his shoulders seductively, scoring him a blush from Dan.

"Ross, I've never been ice skating before, I wouldn't know where to start, and it's really cold outside-" Dan started to come up with as many excuses as possible, because he seriously did not want Ross to see how embarrassed Dan could make himself by sucking at skating. He'd fall on his ass a countless number of times, and he preferred Ross to see him in a better, more pleasant light.

Plus, it really was cold.

But before Dan could go on any longer, Ross cut him off. "Oh, it'll be loads of fun, I can even teach you how to make a figure eight. And there's nothing like beating the cold with a jacket, dude." With that, Ross promptly threw Dan's own jacket onto him, covering his face- where was he even hiding it? Dan never saw him with it a moment ago- and once Dan's face was uncovered, he was startled by the sight of Ross standing so closely to him, peering down at him with a pair of dauntless eyes and hands on his hips.

"I dare you to fight me on this, Danny. You're going ice skating with me and you're going to have tons of fun, and there's nothing you can do about it."

The long-haired man glanced back up at Ross, not only having second thoughts, but thirds, and though he felt nothing but anxiety about the whole scenario, he just couldn't say no to that face; and during the drive on the way there, when Dan was brought upon a memory of Ross which he will never forget (Ross had been singing loudly and smirking cunningly to the lyrics of a song, waving his arms in the air carelessly as Dan watched and laughed his heart out from the passenger seat), he suddenly felt as if everything was going to be okay.

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When the time finally came to stand up on stage and sing (or, in this case, stand on the ice and skate), Dan got stage fright fairly quickly and immediately wished to be in his own home.

There, Ross stood before him, almost looking gallant with his puffy coat and black ice skates, with another famous Ross smile playing at his face. "Are you ready to go?"

On the contrary, Dan was not ready to go. Not ready at all. He could barely walk with the stupid skates on, and they made him wobble clumsily. He felt reminiscent of a drunken man looking for his car.

"No, Ross-" Dan mumbled, sounding doubtful, as he turned to face Ross, "I've never done this before. I can't even stand on my own. I thought I could, it looked so easy at first glance, but I don't think I can do this."

All at once, all the anxiety weighed him down because Ross was about to see just how stupid Dan Avidan really was. Ross, the teasing and sometimes evil man he came to know and love... and Ross, the man he would sometimes think of late at night when his insomnia got the best of him, and maybe he liked reminiscing of him at four in the morning, or any time of day, really-

The fact was obvious and simple; he desperately wished that Ross would see him the way that he, himself saw him. And quite frankly, he was scared.

Ross couldn't help but feel bad; at that moment, Dan looked like a child- so small and insecure and frightened, "That's okay, buddy, I got you."

At the feeling of his own arm around Ross's shoulder, Dan smiled to himself and felt his heart beat a little faster. Before Dan knew it, he was gliding across the ice elegantly and gracefully (not counting the couple times he almost slipped, even with a human walking stick).

Back at the Grump Office, and much later in the evening, Dan was being held by Ross, once again with his arm slung over the other. The two wore the same faces; warm, happy, content. In front of the fire, they drank Dan's favorite drink (hot chocolate, of course) and talked quietly amongst themselves until day turned into night.

"It's getting late, Ross finally said. "Do you- I mean, I could stay a bit longer, if you want."

Dan stared back into the crystal eyes of blue that looked upon him with need. "Is that what you want?" Dan asked hesitantly.

Ross tried to cover up his smile with his hand, because oh my gosh, this guy, but Dan caught his wrist before he could get there. Dan was also grinning wildly with a look of mischief that made Ross giggle nervously. "What are you smiling at?" Dan inquired.

"Nothing, you idiot. Come here," Ross barely gave Dan any time to follow his instructions before pulling him closer to his side.

Ross smelled like cologne and winter. Ross felt warm and comforting. Ross felt like everything in that moment.

Tell him, Dan thought. Tell him how you feel. Just say it. I think I love you- no, that's too strong. I think I like you. I think I like you.

"I think I-"

Bam, the kiss struck him like lightning or thunder in the middle of a peaceful rainy afternoon. His lips were soft, his hands were warm, and they were everywhere- his hair, his face, his everything. What began so soft and gentle stopped too quickly for Dan, and instantly, he craved for more.

Ross cradled his face in ome hand, his other now dropped to his side. A moment of shock and need passed through both of them before Ross spoke softly, though certain and calm; "Is this okay?"

Dan swallowed- and yes, it did feel as if it were the loudest thing happening in the room, just like on TV- and answered possibly a little too quickly. "This is more than okay."

He had so much more he wanted to say. He wanted to say it's been years or you make me so happy and you make me feel so safe, and especially, I love you, but he quickly found that his brain no longer wished to serve him from the amount of shock it had endured, but it hardly mattered because Dan did the next best thing- he kissed him again. And the act itself said so much more than words ever could.

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Hey all;

After a long and hard journey through space and time, I'm back for more game grumps fic writing! Send in your prompts (if you guys are still here.)

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Maybe a continuation to the one fic where Ryland gets his hands stuck???

I legit got three requests for this omg 😁

“Let’s see how you like it!” Ryland exclaimed.

“Wait, no! Ryland I’m sohohorry! Nohoho!” But it was too late for apologies, as Ryland had already started kneading his side with one hand, and the other keeping him in place against Ryland’s chest.

“You aren’t sorry, you just want me to let you go!” Alex couldn’t respond while laughing like that. “Are you ignoring me?” Ryland asked, mocking a shocked tone as he moved his hand from Alex’s side to his ribs.

Alex tried to jerk and twist away, but Ryland seemed much stronger than he was at the moment. And already, Ryland was at his worst spot. And teasing him.

Fuck.

“NOHOHO!” Alex exclaimed through his laughter. He tried pushing back on Ryland instead of pushing forward, and that’s when they both lost their balance and fell to the ground, Alex lying on top of Ryland’s chest and doing his best to regain his breath.

Though his arms were shaking, he managed to push himself off Ryland, who was laughing as well. Ryland pulled him back down with a growl. “ Oh we’re not done.”

“But- Nohoho, stohohop!” Alex started laughing once more when he felt Ryland’s hands return to his stomach. Alex cursed himself for laughing again, because once he starts, he can’t stop. He was lost in a fit of giggles, and the ticklish feelings were driving him crazy.

“Did you stop when I told you to stop? No.. So it’s only fair that I get my revenge.” Alex whined in his laughter desperately, finally giving up with escaping and burying his face in the crook of Ryland’s neck.

Ryland giggled along with him, taking his hands away from his sides and wrapping his arms around Alex’s back, holding him in a warm hug. Alex’s giggles soon died down, and now he was just panting and smiling widely at Ryland’s neck.

“You okay?” Ryland asked finally. Alex laughed shyly. “Yeah. I love you.”

Ryland smirked. “Love you too. Dork.”

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Could you maybe do a fic where Ryland gets his hands stuck in a shirt, causing them to be pinned to his back, and Alex immeidalty tickling him???

Alex is a little shit. 👀

Alex was laughing hysterically. Ryland certainly was not.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME!" Ryland yelled. But these words were barely heard by Alex, who was still enjoying the humor of the whole thing.  "How did you manage to get that stuck in the first place?!"

Ryland sighed dramatically. "I don't KNOW, Alex, just fucking help me." Alex snickered and edged forward to Ryland's arms, which were pinned to his back by his shirt.

Instead of helping him though, he had a better plan. He reached his hands out and scribbled his fingers at his sides. Ryland shrieked and jumped away, and Alex was again lost in his own laughter.

"Alex what the hell?!" Ryland turned around and looked at him accusingly, because why wouldn't he?! "What? I'm just trying to help, Ryland."

"The fuck you are!"

Alex's cheeks started to hurt from smiling so wide. "All right, all right. I'll stop." Alex made a motion for him to turn around again. Ryland didn't fully trust him, but this was the only option he had, because he was completely stuck and couldn't free himself on his own.. so...

Ryland turned around.

And felt the hands return to his sides again. He made some noise that sounded like a yelp or a whine, and he lurched forward to get away, but Alex was one step ahead of him; he took his left arm and pulled him back, and with his right hand still free, he used it to squeeze Ryland's hip.

Ryland cackled and pleaded through his laughter, using his legs to try and kick Alex away, but Alex took the hits like a champ and only tickled faster.

"Nononohohohoho! Alehehex!"

"This is what you get for kicking me!" Ryland whined as he laughed. "Plehehease, Alex please!"

"Please? Oh, so you do have manners." Alex moved his hand up to his stomach, making Ryland try to curl in on himself. Obviously it didn't work.

"STAHAHAP!" Ryland was beginning to lose it. He yanked on his wrists to try to get his arms out, but he just couldn't get free.

"Beg." Alex smiled evilly. Ryland felt his face heat up at this. "FUCK OHOHOFF!" He gave one final yank of his arms, and.. he was free!

Quickly, Ryland turned around once again and grabbed Alex by the shoulders, flipping him around and pushing his back against his in chest.

Alex was totally blindsighted by this. He gasped and yelped and squirmed and did his best to push himself away, but Ryland had his arm around his waist, trapping him in a hug.

"Let's see how you like it!"

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Alex with feet tickles?

Alex with feet tickles!  Yes! This one got away from me, it's long as hell! 

"Ugh." Alex groaned as he hit the couch, taking off his shoes and rubbing his feet gently. Ryland eyed him from his seat curiously. "'Sup with you?"

"I went on a run again." Alex said with a lazy smile. "It was nice and sunny and everyone was outside and enjoying the weather. It was great."

"So what's the problem?" And then he looked down to see Alex rubbing his feet in anguish. "...oh." Alex chuckled lightly. "Yeah. My feet hurt like a bitch."

"Maybe you should get new shoes." Ryland added when his eyes trailed down to the said shoes. "They are pretty old."

Alex looked offended. "How dare you. These shoes and I have been through everything together. I can't just let them go."

Ryland sighed. "Yeah, you're getting new shoes." Alex opened his mouth to say something more and stood from his spot on the couch, but a yelp came out instead and he sat right back down, gripping his feet tightly.

"Are you okay?" Ryland asked, concerned. "Yeah I just.. it hurts-" His voice broke off in a gasp, and it sounded like he was seething with pain. Ryland immediately stood and walked over to him, sitting next to him and rubbing his back.

After a moment, Ryland spoke. "Maybe we should get you orthotics or something-" Alex looked up at him, bewildered. "I'm not old!"

Ryland shot his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay, jeez!" Alex bit his lip, furrowed his eyebrows, and bent over, returning to his feet.

"We need to do something about this, Alex. This happens all the time and.. I hate seeing you in pain.. so we have to do something."

Alex breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the aching in his feet. Ryland was right- this had to stop, he was tired of it. He looked back up to Ryland and smiled. "Thanks buddy." Ryland smiled back, a warm feeling tugging at his heart.

"Hey, why don't I give you a foot massage?" Alex seemed to perk up at this. "Yeah, I used to give my mom massages all the time because she was so sore when she came home. According to her, I was amazing at it."

Alex smiled fondly at his friend. He was so sweet. "Okay."

Soon, Ryland had Alex's feet in his lap, kneading the skin carefully, and Alex was lying on his back, his arm covering his eyes, a lazy grin on his face. Ryland moved up to the arches of his feet. And Alex sat straight up, instinctively pulling his feet back with a loud gasp.

"Shit, did I hurt you?" Ryland asked. And for some reason, a nervous smile started to appear on Alex's face. "No!" Came Alex's very quick response. He soon realized he just should have said yes so Ryland would move on.

"The fact that you said that in that tone of voice proves something's wrong."

Alex felt his face heat up. He hesitated with his answer. "I'm just a little- well. It just tickled. That's all. No reason to continue. Thanks-" Alex started to push himself off the couch but Ryland grabbed him from behind, pulling him right back on his spot.

Alex already started giggling, maybe from the anticipation, maybe from just having fun with Ryland. They were both dorks.

"Stohohop, stop! Let go me!" Alex screamed and started laughing harder when Ryland hooked his arm around his waist and pulled Alex's back against his chest. "Why should I?" Ryland sneered playfully.

"Behecause! I told you to!" Ryland shrugged. "That answer isn't good enough, sorry." Ryland pushed him back on the couch, face down (ow) and sat on his butt. "Nohoho! Ryland! Pleeeease!" Alex tried to push himself back up with his arms, but Ryland was weighing him down.

Ryland laughed. "Desperate are we? Man, you must be super ticklish if you want to run this bad."

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, instinctively curling his toes. "Dohohon't, plehease!" Ryland awed at him. "You're so cute, oh my gosh." Alex went redder at this.

And then, Alex felt the dreaded fingers slide down the back of his legs- excruciatingly slowly. Alex giggled uncontrollably as the fingers edged along, it was already so agonizing for him. He gripped the cushions and tried to muffle the odd noises he was making.

"Ah ah ah." Ryland squeezed the back of his thigh, making Alex scream in surprise. "I want to hear you." Ryland scooted down his legs, all the way to his ankles, and wrapped his legs around them so he couldn't move away.

"Nohoho!" Alex whined.

"Yes~" Ryland teased back- and with that, Ryland scribbled his fingers up and down the soles, from heel to arch, and then back down again. Alex all but shrieked.

"Wahaha- wahahait! Stahahahap! Rylahahand-!" Alex cringed at the powerful feeling. He'd forgotten how sensitive his feet were. Ryland had barely touched him yet, but already, it was getting unbearable.

"What's wrong with you? You ticklish or something?" Ryland asked, sounding oblivious. Alex shook his head frantically, though still laughing his head off while doing so.

"I think you're lying." Ryland said articulately. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you Lexi?" And he did one if the worst things he could do to poor Alex- he took his toes and gently bent them back, keeping them up in place so he could tickle in between them.

Alex went ballistic, he went absolutely insane. "NOHOHO! STOHOHOP, RYHYLAND!" Alex gripped his hair tightly, exasperated. Ryland turned his head to see Alex's state, and he knew he had to stop. He released his feet and scooted off him, smirking knowingly.

Ryland crouched down to Alex's level, who still had his face stuck into the cushions of the couch. His breathing was uneven, and little giggles came out, but Alex couldn't help it.

"Nvshfm."

Ryland raised his brow. "Excuse me?" Alex raised his head, his face flushed with a wide smile showing. "Nehever again."

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Alex and Ryland Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

Alex. Definitely Alex. It happens at least once a week, I swear. He loves to sleep in, can you blame him?

Ryland’s usually up by like seven, he’s an early bird. And Alex is the worm, up around ten, eleven, sometimes twelve. And Ryland’s gotta do something to wake him up, because he can’t just tell him to wake up because he ignores him and goes back to sleep.

It’s a nice way to wake up, Alex will admit.

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Arin loves the sound of Danny’s laugh, which is why he tries to make him laugh so much.

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♫ Blaming it all on the nights on Broadway / Singin’ them love songs / Singin’ them straight to the heart songs / Blamin’ it all on the nights on Broadway / Singin’ them sweet sounds / To that crazy, crazy town ♫ [x]

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the hips, the hips

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Arin and Dan Who gives up in a tickle fight?

Dan is usually the one to give up in a tickle fight. Arin knows where all his worst spots are, and he absolutely takes advantage of this knowledge. Plus, Arin teases him a lot, which both embarrasses Dan and somehow makes the feeling that much worse. Which is rude, because Arin, don't you realize that you have to be gentle with this boy?? 👀

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Dan and Arin Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Yeah that’d be Arin. Dan is always wearing a jacket because the recording room is always so cold. And now that it’s summer, he’s melting. So he takes his jacket off but since it’s so hot it gets stuck to him. And sometimes he struggles. It gets annoying to have to cut out so much from the videos because Arin’s always tickling the poor guy.They’d just be playing a game, like always, and then there would be a sudden pause, and you’d hear Dan mumble something like “Arin, no-” before he’s cut off by his own laughter.

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Ryland and Alex Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

It's usually Alex that provokes Ryland into tickling him. He'd sit real close to him while he's playing a game and distract him so he'd get 'mad' when he'd die, or he'd start tickling him first and hope for retaliation.Ryland also provokes Alex for tickles, but he'd NEVER admit it. (It's okay though- Alex already knows because he sucks at lying and having a straight poker face.) Ryland would ruffle his hair- Alex HATES that- or call him names like Muppet or Stonerboy.Alex always tickles him back for it. Mostly because he enjoys it too.