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sunstone-smiles · 4 months

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The Crying Game, With a Twist

Author’s note: Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! And happy holidays to @cutesmokes! I’m your Secret Squealing Santa! 🎁 It was a pleasure writing this fic for you and writing for the characters of Elemental for the first time! Naturally, I rewatched the movie for research purposes, so I hope did them justice! I hope you enjoy!

Once again, a big thank you to @hypahticklish / @squealing-santa for hosting the event! Now on to the fic!

Series: Elemental

Characters: Wade and Ember

Word count: 2,700

Provided prompt: [Elemental: Ember and Wade (More of tactics but yeah -) kisses/ raspberries/cheer up/games]

Summary: After a slight baking incident involving an attempt at making fire food, Wade becomes disappointed that he didn’t make kol-nuts properly, despite his efforts. However, Ember finds a way to cheer him up with a round of the crying game that has a few different rules than how he remembers it.

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A surprising wave of heat engulfs Ember as she walks through the apartment door. Smokey air, yet with a pleasant aroma like the burning logs of a fireplace, fuels her senses. She closes the door behind her and moves further into the apartment, following with her eyes an airborne trail of smoke coming from the kitchen. A familiar figure stands behind the counter.

Ember places her bag on a nearby table, her gaze fixated on the kitchen. “Wade?”

“Ember!” Wade jumps and juggles a tray between his hands to keep it from falling. He regains control of the tray and slides it on the burners of the stove. “Sorry, I didn’t see you come in.”

“You seem to be busy,” she says cheerfully. She then catches a glimpse of a second tray on the counter. Charred spheres, stacked in the shape of a small pyramid, are on the tray. On closer inspection, many of the balls are lopsided, but Ember recognizes the look of the rounded snacks anywhere.

Ember points to the tray. “Are you making kol-nuts?” a smile grows as she asks.

“Yep! Or…trying to anyway,” Wade replies with a bashful shrug. He positions himself in front of the stove, where a pile of logs awaits him. “That last batch came out a little toasty,” he says over his shoulder, “but don’t worry! This next one should be perfect.”

Wade picks up a pair of metal tongs. He grabs both ends of a log with the tool, dips the log into the open flame of the stove’s burner, then begins the attempt of crushing the log into a rounded shape with the cooking utensil.

Usually, kol-nuts are made with the bare hands of those that can control their own flames. However, for a water person like Wade who’s missing those elemental expertise, he needs assistance from tools that can help him handle the flames and the compression process of the logs, hence the use of the tongs.

“I think I’ve got the technique down,” Wade mentions. Everything moves smoothly as he starts to crush the log between the grip of the tongs, but the closer he compresses the log towards the desired shape, the more difficult it becomes. His momentum begins to stall. He squeezes the handle of the utensil as far as it’ll move together, even adding his second hand to gain more force. Despite his efforts, the kol-nut does not compress into a perfect ball.

Wade nervously laughs over his shoulder and releases the lopsided kol-nut on the nearby tray. He grabs another log with the tongs, dips it into the fire, and tries again. He clearly struggles.

Ember tries to peek over at his work, “Wade-”

“All good here!” Wade reveals a second nervous laugh and misshapes another kol-nut. He places it on the tray then picks up the pace with the other logs, partially in a panic. He squeezes each of the logs one by one, distorting their shape and placing them on the tray like a well-oiled machine with a malfunction in its production.

“Wade-”

“Everything’s fine! Totally fine!” He drops the last kol-nut on the tray, picks up the sheet, then spins around to show Ember the finished product.

“See!” he breathes heavily, “Kol-nuts!” his face shows a false smile. His facade of an expression falters the more he looks at the charred piles of failure in front of him. The corners of his mouth finally drop in defeat.

“Burnt…hard…and completely the wrong shape,” he slides the tray on the counter and his head droops. He shuffles his way to the sink to throw the tongs in with a metal clang. As he does this, Wade’s mouth quivers and he starts to cry. Ember quickly goes around the kitchen counter.

“Oh, Wade. Don’t cry,” she grabs his hands. She reaches up and tilts his face towards her, showing him a soft smile to say that it’s going to be alright.

Wade sniffles. He wipes away tears with the back of his hand. “I know, I’m sorry.” Another stream of tears replaces the ones he had wiped away. “It’s just that, I wanted this to be special.”

Ember reassures him, “Wade, you even making the effort to bake them is special.”

“But I wanted the kol-nuts to be perfect,” Wade stares at her with tear-filled eyes before another stream of his sorrows runs across both of his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Ember takes his arm and leads him to the couch. She gently plops him down on the (fireproof) cushions and sits next to him. “Take it from me, making kol-nuts for the first time is hard, not to mention how difficult it can be to control the consistency of the flame. Sure, they might be a little lopsided, but they didn’t come out so bad.” She pauses to smile. “Plus, I don’t mind them well-done with a bit of extra char.”

Wade lets out a chuckle at that.

“See,” Ember wipes another tear from his eye. She wraps her hands around his neck to soothingly rub across the back of it. “So there’s nothing to be upset about.”

Wade chuckles again.

“What?” Ember giggles too, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Wade says with a third chuckle and squishes his neck to his shoulders. He gently grabs one of Ember’s wrists that was rubbing the back of his neck. “Your fingers are tickling me.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ember releases a soft laugh of her own. She pulls back her hands, but notices that Wade’s face still has a hint of a crestfallen expression. A mischievous idea pops into Ember’s thoughts.

“Hey, I know what will cheer you right up,” Ember switches the subject. “How about a round of the crying game?”

“Really?” Wade tilts his head at her. “But I was just crying a minute ago,” he gestures to the kitchen as if to provide context to his statement. “Any mention of my attempted kol-nuts and you would easily win.” His back slumps forward.

“Ah, but I’m talking about a different version of the crying game.”

Wade straightens up a bit. “A different version?”

“Yep. Instead of trying to make someone cry tears that are sad, the other player’s goal is to make their opponent cry tears of joy.”

Wade laughs. “Where did you come up with this?”

“Just now,” Ember replies with a grin. “So what do you say? Want to play?”

Wade perks up a little more. He shows Ember a soft smile. “Okay.” His eyes scan around the room in search of something. “But don’t we still need a timer?”

“Nope!” Ember leaps for him and tackles him into the cushions.

“E-Ember!?” Wade exclaims. “This isn’t part of the ga-ahahame!” Wade’s sentence suddenly overflows with giggles when Ember starts tickling the upper half of his torso, where his ribs would be if he had them.

“It is now,” she says with a smug look.

“Ohoho, I see how you’re trying to win!” Wade squirms backwards to reach the arm of the couch. “Well, game ohohon!”

Ember grins. With the game in full swing, Ember darts her hands to his sides, causing Wade to bark out a laugh. He quickly slaps both of his hands over his mouth, letting out a snort. Through the clear water of his hands, Ember watches as the corners of Wade’s mouth twitch upwards the longer he attempts to contain his laughter, nearly boiling over with giggles like a tea kettle.

“Trying to hold in your laughter, huh?” Ember smirks from above him. “Not on my watch!” She dives her hands into Wade’s underarms, resulting in him clamping his arms down with another jolt of laughter.

“Ehehehember!” He successfully eases his laughter down to a giggle, purposely controlling himself from exploding into tears of joy.

“Yes Wade? Is there a problem?” Ember says with a smirk laced in her words.

“P-Prohohoblem? Nohohope! No problem at ahahall!” Wade snickers through his sentence. He kicks himself back further on the arm of the couch and tries to curl himself up. Any attempt to keep himself from bursting into a tsunami of laughter. He can feel the drop of a single joyful tear start to form.

“Really? Because it looks to me like you’re about to lose the crying game,” Ember teases, seeing that she’s reaching closer to victory. The playful, yet competitive spirit burns up inside her.

Wade tries his best to feign an unfazed demeanor. “Noho way! I’m nowhere close to cryi–ING!” Wade leaps like a large wave crashing into the ocean when Ember scribbles at the center of his belly. The dam containing Wade’s laughter finally crumbles and a flood of the joyous sound pours from Wade.

“Gotcha now, Wade!” Ember exclaims, clawing at his tummy with one hand while the other lies on his chest to pin him down. “Caught you by surprise didn’t I?”

“Surprihihihise is an understatement! Hahahaha!” Wade wiggles. He takes some lighthearted shoves at Ember and her hands.

“Well, I don’t see those happy tears yet! So time for a second surprise!” In less than a second, Ember takes a deep breath and presses her lips to Wade’s stomach to give him a big, tickly raspberry.

The squeal that comes from Wade is nearly high enough to shatter glass. The combination of heated air from Ember’s fire sends an extra tickly reaction across Wade’s entire stomach of water, like the bubbles of carbonation surging across his entire torso.

“Ehehehehember!!!” Wade screeches with laughter, kicking his legs in front of her. His expression lights up with a smile even wider than before, one that nearly takes up his entire face. Tears of mirth finally spill across his face like two waterfalls. Ember smiles with success, and for good measure, provides him with a few more raspberries across his tummy.

“Nohohohot ag-AIN!” Wade arcs his back and pushes at Ember’s head.

“Again?” Ember teases. “If you insist!” she says and delivers another raspberry on his stomach, making Wade squeal.

“I GIHIHIHIVE! Yohohohou win!” Wade squirms from side to side to protect his tummy, until he rolls right off the couch.

Ember perches herself on the cushions, looking down at her partner with a giggle. “You good, Wade?”

The man of water flips himself over like a seashell being turned over in the sand. Giggles still trickle from his system, even as he sits himself up.

“That was evil,” Wade jokes as he wipes a leftover tear of joy from his eye.

“Sorry Wade, but I had to cheer you up somehow and those are the rules of the game,” she shrugs with a smile. Ember turns to lift herself off the couch, “You also got me fired up with the competition–Whoa!” Ember falls back to the couch from Wade wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

“Hold on a second,” Wade says as he pulls Ember tighter into his arms. “You had your turn at the crying game,” his voice rings with innocent mischief. “Now it’s my turn.”

Ember gasps. She tries to pull herself out of his hug, only to realize that her arms are pinned to her sides. She nervously giggles, “Uh sorry! But that version of the crying game only has one round so–Eeek!”

Ember cuts herself off with a squeak when Wade plants tickly kisses to the back of her neck. An abundance of giggles and squeaks from Ember follow as Wade continues providing her neck with kisses.

“Wahahade!” Ember giggles and squirms in his hug. She lets out another high squeak when Wade blows a raspberry into the side of her neck, returning the favor. Ember tries to twist her head and squeeze her neck to her shoulders as squeaky laughter pours from her like melted glass. With another effective raspberry to her neck, Ember attempts to pull herself from his grasp.

“Not so fast, Ember!” Wade tightens his hug, now changing tactics and using his hands wrapped around her to scribble at her sides.

Ember unleashes a squeal and tugs herself forward to escape. Wade loosens his hold and the forward momentum causes Ember to plop face first into the cushions. With her arms free, Ember quickly tries to launch herself over the side of the couch, but Wade catches her by her sides and squeezes her torso.

Ember releases another adorable squeal and sinks her head into the cushions to hide her face. Wade chuckles, skittering his fingers up and down Ember’s sides. “Aww, that squeak was so cute.”

Ember lifts up her head to throw her voice behind her. “Quiet yohohohou! It was nohohot cute!” she attempts to deny it. Feeling fingers nearing her underarms, Ember curls herself up into a ball and rolls over onto her back, now facing Wade. She grabs at Wade’s hands and flails her limbs while a bright smile lights up her already illuminated face of fire. Her eyes are squeezed shut and an eruption of laughter flows from her like lava. An amber-colored tear forms at the corner of her eye, like dew about to drip from a flower.

Wade notices the liquid gem below her eye. “Aha! A tear of joy! I win!” Wade pulls away in victory, allowing Ember the chance to relax. She lies flat on the cushions with a hand on her middle, taking heavy breaths like a train burning coal to keep pushing up a steep mountain. But instead of stream releasing from an engine, residual giggles release from Ember with each exhale.

Wade lends her a gentle hand to help her sit up. “Are you alright?”

“Hehe, yeah,” Ember wipes away the tear of fire from her eye. “Looks like we’re both winners of the crying game this time.”

Wade giggles. His eyes catch sight of his baked snacks still sitting on the counter. “At least one thing ended in a win today,” he mentions. “What are we going to do with the kol-nuts? Throw them out? Ah, but that would be such a waste.”

Ember places a hand to her chin, thinking. An idea clicks, and she speaks up before Wade can start crying sad tears again. “I’ve got an idea. Watch this.”

Ember lifts herself up to go to the kitchen. She grabs two mugs from the cabinet, milk from the fridge, and a box of chocolate powder from the pantry. With the same effortless speed she uses to make her glass art, Ember pours some milk into the mugs, heats them up quick by grabbing the bottom of the cup with her fiery hands to skip using the stove, drops a spoonful of cocoa powder into each, stirs, then places two of Wade’s homemade kol-nuts into both.

“Ta-da,” Ember grabs the mugs and heads to the couch to hand one to Wade. “Kol-nut hot chocolate. Try it.”

Ember passes a mug to him. Cautiously, Wade takes it. He looks at the liquid, then takes a sip. He smacks his lips together. “Hey, this is really good.”

“And it was made with your kol-nuts.” Ember soaks the kol-nut in her own drink like a cookie dunked in milk. She plucks the treat from her mug and takes a bite, now that the rock-hard form has become softer, then finishes her mouthful. “The flavor isn’t bad! Not as good as mine of course, but not bad!”

Wade bounces with an airy laugh. “Thanks Ember.”

“What are you thanking me for?” she takes a seat next to him. “You made them. So, thank you for making them.”

“No, not about that. About you cheering me up.”

“Oh,” Ember smiles as she hears his words. “Of course Wade. You’re welcome.”

Wade takes another sip of his hot chocolate. “Things are better when we work together, huh?”

“Yeah,” Ember nods. “Meaning next time, I’ll help you with making kol-nuts to get the batch just right.”

Wade chuckles. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He returns a softened expression and holds out his glass towards her. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Ember repeats and clinks her glass to his. She leans forward to give him a kiss. For the rest of the night, the two sit and enjoy their hot chocolate—made specially with the combined elements of each other's assistance.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #elemental #wade ripple #ember lumen #elemental wade #elemental ember #elemental fanfiction #elemental fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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gladdygirl18 · 5 months

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Okay okay so uhmmmm..... I feel like I'm gonna cry from how happy and loved I feel rn...... 🥹🥹🥹💖💖 (blue me, pink GF)

So yesterday night, my GF, our 2 friends, and I were watching Fairy Tail (the GMGs specifically), and I started teasing my GF about something that's gonna happen later on in the show (lovingly, ofc). When I got back from getting something to drink, I walked up to my GF and smiled, being a brat. She scoffed and held out her hand (does this whenever she wants me to sit next to her or on her lap). I took her hand and she yanked me onto her lap. A few seconds passed and she started poking my sides before she really started tickling, scribbling across my sides and kissing my neck (I was so happy 🥰😊💖)

When all was said and done, the match between Mirajane and Jenny started and ngl..... I got a bit jealous cuz IK how much my GF loves Mirajane as well as a lot of other women in Fairy Tail..... and it kinda got under my skin. When I told her this before we went to bed, she started teasing me about it, saying "Karma" before tickling me AGAIN 😳💖 (it made me feel better)

Later on that night, I randomly asked my GF, "How do you do it?" She replied with "WDYM?" "I know we're together and normally asking for things or expressing our concerns helps better our communication skills, but..... it's hard for me, y'know?" "Asking for what... in what regard? You mean when I~....?" (Rated R stuff I won't get into) "Not just that, it's...."

Bro when I tell you this conversation was so flustering omgggg 😳🤭🫣 but it has a good ending

"Often times when I'm sad or upset, I.... sometimes want to ask you to.... tickle me cuz it'll cheer me up but.... it's really hard to do that...." My GF turned over and said, AND I QUOTE, "Well, why don't we come up with a word or phrase to tell me you want that, even if there are... prying eyes...."

BROOOOO WTFFF 😳😳😳 I SWEAR TO FUCK I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING WHEN SHE SAID THAT!!!! 🫣🥰🥹💖I AM LITERALLY LIVING OUT MULTIPLE TICKLE FANFICS RN WTFFFF💖💖💖💖

After some thinking, we settled on the phrase "necesito sonreir" which means "I need to smile." Simple yet effective

I swear to fuck I have never been more happy in my life rn, omggggg.💖🫶🏾🥰 Now whenever I want tickles (whether I'm in a good mood or bad mood) I just say that phrase and I get tickles. Omgggg I'm legit tearing up rn, broooo🥹🥹🥹

Yeah so that's my little TT (tickle tea) for the week. I'll probably post more if anything happens after this. Might make a series off this who knows, I'll start tagging these as #tickle tea stories

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

#tickle story #irl story #tickle tea stories

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yallmakemyassitch · 1 year

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Humm how about a silly lil tickle fight between garcello and Annie? (If you're not comfortable with that anyone else ☺️)

You're amazing!

Tickletober Day 27 & 28 /// Trick or Treat

@cutesmokes (I had to edit cuz this is my first time answering a submission so sorry for the mistake)

Ask and ye shall receive! I had a lot of fun with this, especially since I drew the minus versions of Annie and Garcello (and their designs are banger I couldn't resist not drawing them together)

Decided to make a lil story behind the drawing so here we go!

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It was yet another Halloween day and Garcello had just finished trick or treating, munching on a green apple lollipop as he walked along the sidewalk to his shared home with Annie, a dear friend of his. He walked inside to be greeted by her, reverting back to her original form. Annie had just finished scaring the children around the block and smiled satisfyingly at the thought of their terrified shrieks. Although quiet, Garcello listens closely to her stories of the horrified children and continues munching on his candy. But a thought suddenly hit her, she never got any candy! She got so caught up in her crusade of scaring toddlers, Annie never thought to snag a bag of sweets herself. She curses herself for not doing so, but then hears the crunch of Garcello's snaking and zeroes in on the large sack. He notices this and smiles, yet shakes his head, pushing the bag behind him to protect it.

"This is all for me, Annie. Sorry." he said unapologetically, chuckling as she growled.

Annie sneered and approached the man, but he quickly grabbed the bag and took flight, now laughing as she struggled to reach his height in the high ceiling.

"Garcy, dude! C'mon, just one! I'll even rap battle you for it!" she pleaded, taking her iconic demon shaped microphone from her pocket.

He smiled again and refused, shaking his head. Annie had enough and stood on top of their sofa before leaping as high. Garcello had no time to react and crashed bodies with her, falling to the ground as they rough-housed. However Annie proved stronger and had his wrists pinned to the sides of his head as she looked down at him menacingly. Garcello caved and breathed out, "Okay okay, you can have some!"

Annie laughed as she let him go and watched as he pulled an empty pumpkin bucket from his bag and filled it with his sweets, although the amount appeared the same; overfilled to the point of collapse. "You're lucky I had this lying around..." he huffed, thrusting out the bucket in front of her. Annie didn't take it and only scoffed. "That's it? I wanted at least half."

"Half?!" he exclaimed, looking at her with disturbed eyes. "That's not happening, dude. Sorry not sorry." This time he was serious. Annie walked up to him like a flirt, swaying her hips as her demon tail swung behind her in a hypotonic fashion. "Oh, really~" Garcello nodded his head quite rapidly, panicked at what she would do next. What he didn't expect however was a sharp poke in the gut, which made him reflexively tense and jump. She snickered and approached with her arms outstretched. Garcello turned to the run but couldn't escape in time as strong yet lean arms wrapped around his middle half. He gasped and his breath hitched as fingers wiggled and wormed all around his ribs. The corners of his mouth curved and soon enough, Garcello was squirming as hard as he could out of her grasp. Yet to no avail. The chain smoker erupted in laughter as blunt fingers dug into his lower ribcage, getting the very last bone. He tried to fight her off, but couldn't as he was laughing far too hard.

"Ahahahannie!! K-knock ihihit OHOHOFF!" he cried, kicking at the ground, still holding the pumpkin bucket full of confections.

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i'll write part two another time I'm too lazy right now 🤷‍♀️

Anyways I hope those who've been requesting Garcello content are satisfied :)

#submission #fnf tickling #ler annie #lee garcello #my art #hazy river #friday night funkin #tickletober2022 #also thank you! tbh i am pretty great 😎#quick fic #< i literally just wrote a whole fic in one sitting soooo yea prolly won't finish it maybr #smoke em out struggle #my fic #tickle fic

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wattster22 · 1 year

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Hey wattsy~

BITES/silly

@cutesmokes

ACK! HEY >:0

*BITES BACK*/silly

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the-giggle-flower · 1 year

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Ohhh yes we will ~/silly

@cutesmokes

elena shhhh/silly

#lotus talks!!#lotus’s buds!#lotus’s answers!

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wlntrrz · 3 months

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Winter!!! Your account is so cute!!

EJ!! HELLO!! i have no clue when you sent this im so sorry if the reply is late HHEHSJDJE BUT THANK YOU YOURE TOO SWEET <3

#ask #cutesmokes

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gladdyator18 · 2 years

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The Sound of Laughter

Title inspired by “The Sound of Music.” This prompt was given to me by my amazing friend @cutesmokes! Thank you so much for the idea! Also, this is my first fic with the JJBA Kids! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: While practicing for an upcoming talent show at school, Ishani becomes infatuated with Kain’s violin skills. Seeing that his partner isn’t hitting her notes on cue, Kain decides to tell Ishani all about his favorite instrument and the melodic sounds it makes.

Word Count: 2223

⚠Waring⚠: Mild swearing

The song they were practicing/playing*

This is set before they meet Jason and Diego*

"I can't wait to perform our song, Kain!" Ishani said excitedly, "It's been a while since we've played together."

"Well, luckily, I brought the music sheets," Kain said, holding up an orange folder, "You can thank Prodigy for writing it for us."

The young man's Stand appeared when its user mentioned it.

"Thank you, Prodigy." Ishani said kindly.

The Stand bowed before the young girl before disappearing. Their school was hosting their annual talent show, and Ishani and Kain decided to do a duet of a song they'd been practicing for fun. Kain would play the violin, and Ishani would play the mandolin. When the teens arrived at the house, Ishani unlocked the door and stepped inside with her boyfriend close behind.

"Are your parents home?" Kain asked.

"Momma's at work, and so is Papa," Ishani answered, "We can practice in Momma's study; I'm sure she won't mind."

The redhead nodded as he followed his girlfriend through the house. Once in the study, the teens set their belongings down and took out their instruments. Kain took out the music sheets and propped them up on the nearby desk.

"You ready?" Kain asked, holding up his instrument.

Ishani nodded with a wide smile. Kain took a deep breath before playing. His fingers and bow glided across the instrument so gracefully that Ishani swooned. Before she could be entranced any further, Ishani came in on her mandolin. The two played in perfect sync and harmony. Ishani glanced at her boyfriend to see his fine features kissed by the afternoon sun while he played. Ensnared by her boyfriend's presence, Ishani played the wrong note, making an unpleasant sound.

"What was that?" Kain asked with a raised brow and half-grin.

"S-Sorry, I got... distracted..." Ishani muttered, her cheeks burning with embarassment.

Kain nodded before taking up his instrument once more. Then, he played the first note again. Ishani breathed out a heavy sigh, hating how she messed up. When her part came up, she played it perfectly, just as before. When Kain went up two octaves, Ishani felt her cheeks heat up and missed her cue.

"Ishani, are you okay?" Kain asked, lowering his violin, "You never miss that part,"

"I'm fine! Really! No need to worry!" Ishani lied, "I just... keep getting distracted."

"By what exactly?"

Ishani puffed out her cheeks before shaking her head.

"It's nothing important..." she said, "Come on; let's try again."

Kain narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend before taking up his instrument. Kain played the first note, and Ishani waited for her cue. Unfortunately for Ishani, she can play the first few seconds of the song just fine, but whenever Kain picked up the pace, Ishani's heart races along with the notes, and she completely forgets about playing her own. And that's what happened for the third time. Kain groaned before setting down his violin.

"Ishani, what's up with you?" Kain asked in a concerned tone, "You never miss a note with this song. What's wrong, dearie?"

Ishani couldn't tell Kain that she keeps getting distracted by him. He's the only one who can make her heart race, make her feel like the only girl in the world, all of it. Ishani set down her mandolin and averted her boyfriend's gaze.

"I keep getting distracted..." Ishani mumbled.

"You're turning into a broken record, sweetheart," Kain said, "You're gonna have to tell me. Please?"

Ishani felt her cheeks burn with embarassment. She then jumbled her words together when she spoke.

"One more time, please?" Kain asked.

"It's because of your playing!" Ishani said louder, "Every time you play, you captivate me. That's what made me fall for you in the first place, and every time you play this song, I feel like I'm falling for you all over again, no matter how many times we start over the song."

Kain felt his heart melt. He knew Ishani loved his violin playing, but he never knew that was the reason she fell for him. Kain felt a smile tug on his lips.

"Aw, baby. Was my charm too much for you?" Kain asked with a sly grin.

Ishani groaned before hiding her face in her hands.

"Shut up!" she said.

Kain chuckled before patting Ishani's head. Overwhelmed with emotions, Ishani threw her arms around Kain's neck, burying her flustered face in his chest. Such action startled the redhead, but he graciously accepted the embrace and returned the gesture.

"Tristan's rubbing off on you, y'know that?" Ishani asked, her words muffled.

"A little bit, I suppose." Kain chuckled.

Kain then took Ishani in his arms and brought them down on the rug beneath them, making sure Ishani was planted on his lap. If Ishani could get any more flustered, she would be the same color as Kain's hair.

"What's wrong?" Kain asked.

"N-Nothing..." Ishani said, her face still buried in Kain's chest.

Kain looked down at his girlfriend with loving eyes. Then, a mischievous idea popped into his head.

"Ishani, have I ever told you about my favorite instrument?" Kain asked.

"But isn't your favorite instrument the violin?" Ishani asked, looking up.

"That's my second favorite. This instrument is one of a kind."

Ishani positioned herself on Kain's lap so she could face him.

"As I said before, this instrument is one of a kind. It's beautiful in every way possible. It's positively flawless," Kain began.

"I didn't know such an instrument existed." Ishani said.

"There are not many instruments like it in the world. They are constantly being made and broken. However, the one I have is the best in the bunch. It has never let me down, and I doubt it ever will. When I saw it, I knew it was the one for me. It's the greatest gift God could ever bestow upon me."

Ishani's eyes widened as she listened.

"What does it sound like? How do you play it?" Ishani asked, overwhelmed with interest.

Kain chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging his girlfriend from behind.

"Playing this instrument is like playing guitar and piano, but the sound is difficult to describe," Kain began, positioning his hands.

"Well, describe it the best you can." Ishani said.

"Hmm... I guess you can say it sounds very similar to... laughter!"

And with that, Kain pounced, digging his fingers into Ishani's sides. The girl squeaked before twisting around in her boyfriend's grip, giggling madly.

"Kahahahahahain! Nohoho!" Ishani giggled out, "Stohohop ihihit!"

"See here, the way I'm moving my hands is similar to how you would play the guitar." Kain said, planting his fingers firm on his girlfriend's sides and moving them up and down.

Ishani squealed and squirmed around in Kain's grasp.

"Plehehehehease! It tihihihickles!" Ishani giggled.

"That's the point, sweetheart," Kain said, "Don't you get it?"

"Get whahahahahat?"

Kain sighed and promptly rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Ishani. You're a smart girl," Kain said, "You can figure it out, and until you do, I'll keep tickling you!"

"Nohoho! Kain, plehehehehehease!" Ishani cried, "Just tell meheheheeee!"

Kain chuckled as he moved his hands down to her girlfriend's hips. Ishani rocked back and forth on Kain's lap, trying to pry his hands away from her hips. Kain's grip may be gentle, but it's firm, and Ishani was experiencing it first hand.

"Not thehehehere! Kain, stahahahap!" Ishani giggled, "Nohohoho!"

"Aw, is this a bad spot, honey?" Kain cooed, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"No, I hahahahahaven't!"

"Oh, well. Guess you need more tickling!"

Kain smiled as he moved his hands back up to her ribs, making sure to get the spaces in between. Ishani doubled over laughter as she folded over, trying to escape her boyfriend's tickle torture.

"Oh, my Gahahahad! You asshohohohole! Stahahap it!" Ishani cried.

Kain halted his attack and looked down at his girlfriend with a dangerous yet mischievous look in his eyes. The room grew still, and it felt like time had stopped. Ishani didn't even need to look up to know her boyfriend was looming over her.

"What did you call me?" Kain asked, dangerously close to Ishani's ear.

"K-Kain, I-I didn't mean it; I'm so sorry!" Ishani stammered, shuddering at her boyfriend's breath.

Kain smirked before laying Ishani across his lap, their eyes locking. Ishani felt herself shrinking underneath Kain's gaze.

"You know, I was being nice before, simply tickling my girlfriend out of pure jest, and she has the audacity to call her boyfriend an asshole?" Kain asked, his voice low, "Something like that can't go unpunished, you know?"

Ishani tried to cover her burning face, but Kain took her hands and held them against her chest.

"No, no, no. I wanna enjoy this," Kain said.

"Kain, p-plehehease. I'm sohohorry!" Ishani giggled.

"What's so funny, honey? I really hope you're not laughing at me 'cause that'll just add fuel to this already burning flame."

"I'm nohohohot, I swehehehear!"

Kain loved prolonging his girlfriend's fate. Seeing Ishani all blushy, happy, and giggly made the young man happy to be her boyfriend, and he couldn't wait to relish in her sweet laughter.

"On another note, do you still not get why I'm doing this?" Kain asked.

Ishani simply shook her head. Her innocent face made Kain chuckle.

"Oh, well. Maybe this will help you." Kain said.

Then, he attacked. Kain used his free hand to vibrate across Ishani's belly. Ishani squealed before screaming with laughter.

"NAHAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHAHAIN!" Ishani laughed, "NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! TICKLE SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!"

"Hmm, I don't think so," Kain said, "Your belly is so squishy and adorable; how can I not tickle it?"

The redhead released the girl's hands and started using both hands to attack the young girl's belly. Ishani bucked in response and tried to thrash her way out of her boyfriend's hold.

"Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere, princess!" Kain said.

"KAHAHAHAIN! I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY!" Ishani said, "I DIDN'T MEAN IHIHIHIHIT!"

"You sure, 'cause the way you said it really sounded like you meant it."

"I DIHIHIHIHIDN'T, I SWEHEHEAR!"

Kain hummed before nuzzling his nose against Ishani's neck. Ishani squealed before dissolving into melodic laughter.

"DON'T DO THAHAHAHAT!" Ishani said, "THAT'S CHEHEHEHEATING!"

"And now you're calling me a cheater?" Kain asked in fake offense, "Oh, that's it! You're getting it now, princess!"

Kain then lifted Ishani's shirt and blew a massive raspberry on her dark-toned belly. The poor girl lost it, falling into silent laughter and frantic thrashing.

"KAIN, STAHAHAHAHAP!" Ishani laughed, pushing at her boyfriend, "IT TIHIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!"

"I don't know," Kain began, "Have you figured out why I'm tickling you, cariña?"

"NOT YOU SPEAKING SPANIHIHIHIHISH!"

Ishani couldn't help but tease Kain about his Spanish speaking. Kain noticed this and blew another raspberry, causing Ishani to slam her legs against the carpet in ticklish agony.

"K-KAHAHAHAIN! PLEHEHEHEASE! ENOHOHOHOUGH!" Ishani said, feeling tears flow down her cheek.

Kain smiled and stopped the tickling. Ishani panted like a dog trying to regain her breath. Sweat and tears rolled down her face. Kain sat his girlfriend up and held her close to his chest.

"You okay, princess?" Kain asked, wiping away her tears.

"Y-You're tohohoo muhuhuhuch, you know thahat?" Ishani asked, giggles slipping through her quivering lips.

Kain chuckled before giving her a tight hug. Ishani sighed in contentment as she melted into his embrace. The two sat together in silence, Ishani occasionally giggling.

"Back to the original question," Kain suddenly said, "Do you get why I was tickling you?"

Having a clear mind, Ishani thought long and hard but shook her head no. Kain groaned before turning Ishani to face him.

"I was talking about you," he said, "My favorite instrument is you, Ishani. I love playing with you and having moments like this with you. And your laughter is my favorite sound in the world."

Ishani felt her cheeks heat up, and her heart began to beat.

"When I met you, I knew you were the one God sent for me, and I couldn't be more grateful to have someone like you in my life to share my love and passion for music with." Kain said.

The redhead then cupped his girlfriend's face and placed a loving kiss on her lips. Ishani's eyes widened in surprise. When Kain pulled away, Ishani smiled.

"You went through all of this just so you can say that and share our first kiss?" Ishani asked.

"It wasn't my intention, but if that's how you see it, then yeah," Kain said, "That's exactly what I did."

Ishani giggled before kissing her boyfriend again.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way." she said.

When they parted, the pair smiled. The couple soon got up and reached for their instruments.

"Are you ready?" Kain asked.

"Yes!" Ishani said.

"Try not to get distracted, or I'll tickle you again."

Ishani laughed, and Kain happily joined. Their laughter died down when Kain played the first note on his violin. Ishani joined in when she heard her cue. After three failed attempts before the ordeal, the couple finally played through their song perfectly. While they were playing the song again, Ishani glanced at Kain but didn't mess up. What Kain said about her made her heart melt and race.

"I think I'm the grateful one here, Kain," Ishani thought, "God bestowed upon me an amazing young man to love and cherish, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in this world."

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #my ocs

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