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The Ultimate Showdown

(Switch!Ranboo, Switch!Tubbo)

The battle to become tickle champion has begun. That’s it. It’s an irl!beeduo tickle fight fic. That’s all. :)

A/N: This is long and slightly wordy but I think it’s cute and also it’s beeduo so how can you go wrong? Enjoy and reblog please and thanks! /gen

CW: this is a tickle fic, occasional swearing on tubbo’s end

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The time and place had been set. High noon. The battleground scouted out and all too familiar. Morale and confidence from both parties at the highest peak imaginable. Weapons drawn. Lips curling with a distinct playfulness, as if saying bring it on. Two sets of eyes, steeled only by years of practice and the need to look intimidating, but with a glint of fear that one could miss if not looking at the exact right moment.

The time had come for this momentous occasion, one which may make it into the history books of future generations, to begin.

It was sure to be the Ultimate Showdown.

Lemon Demon played quietly in the background as Tubbo and Ranboo circled eachother in the center of their shared room, ready to fight for their life and wreck the other person.

It was Tubbo that had initiated the series of events that led to this moment.

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“If you call me tiny one more time i will steal all of your kneecaps.”

“I don’t like how you said ‘all’ instead of ‘both’. I don’t like the implications of that sentence.”

“Yeah? Well implicate this, bitch.”

“Tubbo. What does that even meHEHEAN?! WAIT TUBBO WAI-”

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Needless to say, Tubbo’s attempt to “steal” Ranboo’s kneecaps did not go down without Ranboo demanding that he deserves revenge and Tubbo being offended because Ranboo had told him he “wasn’t ticklish”. In Tubbo’s defense, this was something that Ranboo had said, way back when the thought of them meeting up was just a dream, and he thought Tubbo would never have the chance to disprove his lie.

The only proper solution to their demands? A tickle fight, of course.

“You’re going down Bee Boy.” Ranboo chuckled, crouching to be at eye level with his friend.

“You seem awful confident for a man that screamed when I squeezed his knees...uh- Boo...Boy.” Tubbo took a couple steps forward.

Ranboo visibly flushed. “No, I didn’t. No, I didn’t. That is fabricated. A complete lie. It didn’t affect me at all.” He didn’t like the way Tubbo’s fingers were already wiggling and making claw shapes.

“Oh, well if you say so,” Tubbo’s fingers latched onto Ranboo’s sides, “Prepare to plead your case.”

The taller boy immediately started to squeak and twist away from the menacing fingers. A few surprised giggles made their way out of his throat but he forced them down in order to keep up his confident facade. “Y-you’re going to be the one p-pleading in just a couple minutes, buHUster!”

It wasn’t until Tubbo hit a particular spot that Ranboo barked out a laugh and dissolved into rapid-fire giggling. Said particular spot was a point that connected his back, side and hip.

“Tubbohoho nohohoho!”

“Awww. You were doing so well! What happened?” Tubbo snarked as he adjusted his other hand to hit the same spot on his other side, “It couldn’t be because it tickles, right?” He fake-gasped.

The mirrored tickling mixed with Tubbo’s teasing sent Ranboo into a high-pitched giggle fit. “AHAHA okahahahay thahahat’s IT!”

The tables were suddenly turned as Ranboo built up enough strength to grab both of Tubbo’s wrists. In one swift motion, he managed to transfer both wrists into one hand and swivel Tubbo around into a one-armed hug around his chest. The soon-to-be victim was now trapped in between Ranboo’s arm and chest, his wrists held in place against his own shoulder. That left one extremely ticklish spot vulnerable and both of them knew what was to come next.

“THIS IS SO UNFAIR! You’re a fucking telephone pohohole!” Tubbo squirmed in Ranboo’s grasp.

“A telephone pole? Well that’s not very nice, don’t ya think?” Ranboo acted offended as he started to scribble at Tubbo’s lower stomach through his t-shirt.

Tubbo exploded with yelps and cackles as one of his worst spots was targeted. His knees were already starting to buckle. “IT’S TRUHUHUHUE!” Somehow, he still found it in him to provoke. Even as Ranboo dug further into his stomach.

“Be nice.”

Tubbo shivered at the threatening tone, but nonetheless...

“Piss off.”

And suddenly Tubbo was over Ranboo’s shoulder. Thrown over like a sack of rice. And then, before he could even protest, he was launched onto the bed. Ranboo settled himself on Tubbo’s still outstretched arms. He quickly snatched a pillow for under Tubbo’s head as it couldn’t have been comfortable laying between his thighs. Tubbo attempted to pull his arms down but found that his elbows were trapped underneath Ranboo’s knees, arms completely immobile except for his hands, which could only flap uselessly behind his captor.

He knew this would happen. Of course, he had weighed the pros and cons of battling Ranboo for tickle victory. Ranboo obviously had the size advantage and could pin him very easily, but Tubbo knew that if he targeted even a slightly ticklish spot, the taller one crumbled and all strength faded away.

“You have two options. Be polite, or doom. Simple as that!” Ranboo teased playfully as he wiggled his fingers into the skin right above Tubbo’s underarms.

“R-Rahahanboo! ACK! Thihis is a tihihickle fihihight! I’m getting ti-tihihickled either wahahay!” Tubbo tapped his feet furiously on the ground as if that would distract him from the terrible tickling right above his armpits. Just thinking about how it would feel when the fingers moved lower into his hollows caused him to turn significantly pinker and giggle harder.

“And I’m winning either way so don’t be sassy with me!” Ranboo moved one hand to poke around his friend’s naval. He liked how he didn’t have to reach very far. Having long limbs gave him some advantages.

Tubbo’s laughter spiked and his knees involuntarily came up to fight off Ranboo’s poking, but alas, the onslaught continued without much hinderance. He was barely getting tickled and he already felt slightly worn out with laughter.

“AHA YOHOHOU’RE SUHUCH A JEHEHERK!” Tubbo cried out before hiccuping and then letting out the loudest snort he had ever made.

Ranboo gasped and smiled at the noise. “Tsk tsk. I told you, dude. Politeness or doom.” And with that, he placed two fingers into each armpit and vibrated as fast as he could.

Tubbo shrieked and kicked out his legs, hands balling into fists behind Ranboo. His laughter was now just a melting pot of shrieks, snorts and hiccups. Oh god, he was going to lose.

Moments before Tubbo was about to tap out and let Ranboo claim himself the victor, the tickling came to a stop and he was suddenly able to move his arms again. Seems like Ranboo decided to be sympathetic today.

His mistake.

Tubbo was already scheming as he stuck his hands under his arms to rub away the lingering sensations. Meanwhile, Ranboo proceeded to laugh his ass off at Tubbo’s face. He was attempting to appear solemn and grumbly, but the smile still etched into his face made him scrunch up his eyebrows and mouth in a confusing expression. His face was also still red from exertion and maybe being a tad flustered.

“Dohon’t wohohorry dude! I’ll lahahay off for a bit.” Ranboo ruffled Tubbo’s hair to further annoy him.

First rule of battle: Never let your guard down.

Tubbo saw his opening and lunged, squeezing into Ranboo’s hips in order to weaken him. Ranboo seized and collapsed onto the bed, screaming out every time Tubbo squeezed.

“AHA! N-nohohoho fahahairrr! AH!”

“I believe this is completely fair considering you’ve got the advantage of height and knowledge of my spots,” Tubbo retorted, following Ranboo down and attempting to dodge flying appendages, “I was under the impression you weren’t ticklish, so I guess I’m just going to have to find out your tickle spots as we go.”

While bucking his hips, Ranboo managed to grab the shorter one’s torso and started tickling anywhere he could access. This was a desperate attempt to get Tubbo to drop his squeezing hands but to Ranboo’s horror, the speed only increased as Tubbo spasmed. The two boys wrestled and tickled eachother, trying to get the upper hand and dislodge the others fingers. Eventually, their violent squirming and temporary spatial unawareness caused both of them to tumble off the bed and onto the much less comfortable floor.

Tubbo found himself lucky in this situation. The two had landed with Ranboo on his stomach and Tubbo splayed awkwardly on top of him. As soon as he realized his position, Tubbo immediately scampered up to sit perpendicular to Ranboo on his thighs. “My turn, Ranboo!”

Ranboo tried to reach back and find something to tickle in retaliation, but he quickly was put back in place as Tubbo playfully traced circles around his hip. Ranboo gasped and yelled. “GAH! Not lihihihightly! NohohoHOHO!”

“Ohhh! I see.” Tubbo smirked and applied five fingers to dance up and down Ranboo’s back, “So from what I’ve gathered, the hips and back area are quite good spots, and soft tickles are worse then rough tickles. This is such thrilling information! Having fun, Boo Boy?”

“TUHUHUBBOHOHO! I-it’s sohohoho baHAHAD!” He could never stand light tickling. The electric shocks somehow affected his body in a way so bad he would do anything to get out of his current position. At least that’s what part of his brain wanted. The other half was just as thrilled as Tubbo to be in this situation.

“You know what place I really want to explore more?” The tickler inquired. “These,” he tapped the inside of Ranboo’s knee, “these wonderfully ticklish knees of yours. You seemed to give off quite the reaction earlier and that was when I was just squeezing! Imagine how it would feel if the tickling was light!”

“Nohoho. Not there. Please, mahahan. Not thehehehere!”

With one hand still focused on Ranboo’s hip, Tubbo started to accentuate his point by wiggling his fingers into the back of the knee. Ranboo’s voice raised, not quite an octave, maybe like a Major sixth.

“I THIHIHINK we should stoHOHOP EXPLOHOHORING, Dora. HAHAHA!” Ranboo cackled. His legs bent trying to catch Tubbo’s fingers, but due to legs not being able to bend 180 degrees, his attempts were fruitless. Plus, Tubbo would just scribble around the kneecap until he was forced to straighten his leg out anyway.

Tubbo was having fun but in order to reign supreme champion, he had to up his game. Scooching his butt across the hardwood floor, he positioned himself now on Ranboo’s calves. He now couldn’t kick his legs up or reach Tubbo in any way.

“Would you like to forfeit now before your inevitable defeat?” He poised his fingers over Ranboo’s exposed knee pits, sweatpants not providing any protection from what was about to come.

Ranboo turned his torso as much as he could in horror, cringing at the sight. He sighed shakily and braced himself.

Welp...guess it’s time.

“Just do it already so I can go down with honor.” He closed his eyes and turned back forward.

“Your bravery is admired, soldier.”

Tubbo’s fingers got to work. With one hand, he used five digits to rake behind the ticklish knee, over and over, starting his trail in the same spot every time. The other hand scribbled all around the opposite spot, the edges, through the center, around the kneecap and occasionally up to Ranboo’s lower thigh.

Ranboo screamed.

The combination of the controlled, monotonous movements on one knee, and the spontaneous, fast sensations on the other brought wheezes to his throat and tears to his eyes. He lasted a total of twenty seconds.

“STAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! I C-CONCEHEHEDE! I CONCEHEDE! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!”

Tubbo stopped, a proud smile adorning his lips. He snatched a pillow and tossed it to Ranboo, who was currently curled up on the ground breathing through his excess laughing and wheezing.

Once Ranboo could actually talk properly and Tubbo had grabbed him a glass of water, the two sat across from eachother in their office chairs.

“I can’t believe you had so many advantages and yet I still won!” Tubbo boasted.

Ranboo couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, yeahhhh. I’ll get you next time though.”

“Oh? A next time? So you’re willing to be tickled out of your mind again?”

“N-no. Today was just an off day. I was off my game from the jet lag.”

“The jet lag you said you didn’t get?”

“...shut up.”

It’s safe to say this was only the first of many battles.

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The Nights Are Better With You There

Based off of this prompt here

Word Count: 1,491

Warnings: Aftermath of a panic attack/nightmare

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

“Are you feeling better?”

Tubbo’s voice was soft in the quiet of the house. Ranboo’s tall ears flicked towards the sound of his voice, his heterochromia eyes lifting to meet the worried gaze of his platonic husband. The steaming mug of hot chocolate clutched in his hands was warming his palms, easing the shakes that were previously wracking his frame. He managed a tired smile.

“Getting there,” he croaked. His voice was worn out from screaming, the nightmare torturing him that night sending him into hysterics. Tubbo still looked scared.

The small goat hybrid cuddled closer to Ranboo, wrapping his arms around the teen’s arm. “You want to talk about it?”

Ranboo’s ears dipped again, and he shook his head. “No, I’d rather not.”

Tubbo nodded, gently butting his head into Ranboo’s shoulder. “That’s okay,” he reassured, “whatever you’re comfortable with, big man.”

Ranboo hummed quietly, taking another sip of his drink and sighing at the comforting taste.

The crackling hearth in front of the pair was warming the room easily, the snowstorm outside blustering and howling. Inside however, it was cosy.

Though the night hadn’t been easy.

Tubbo had woken to Ranboo crying out in his sleep, enderman-like shrieks tearing from his throat and making the air itself seem cold. He’d hurriedly roused the anguished teen, almost getting his eye clawed out by Ranboo when he’d woke in a panic. The breakdown had only gotten worse, the nightmare fresh and painful.

Now, they were sitting on the soft couch of their living room, Ranboo curled up in a weighted blanket with Tubbo’s hot chocolate in his hands. The goat hybrid himself was nestled close, worry evident in his scarred face.

“Are you sure you're okay with me touching you right now?” He asked softly.

Ranboo nudged his chin into Tubbo’s thick hair, a soft purr rumbling from his throat. His tail slipped around Tubbo’s waist to tuck him closer, the fluff on the end twitching. “Does that answer your question?” he joked lightly.

Tubbo smiled softly, running his fingers through the fluff and chuckling at the slight swat the tail gave in response. He looked back up at his platonic husband.

“Give me your hand,” Tubbo murmured, opening his own palm to his friend.

Ranboo gazed at it with tired eyes before trustingly lowering his hand into Tubbo’s fingers, his spare one still cradling the mug in his lap. The goat hybrid leaned his head into Ranboo’s shoulder, easing the gangly arm to rest on his leg.

“I understand what you’re feeling right now,” he spoke softly, the pads of his fingers coming to rest on white skin. “The numbness? The unsettled anxiety? Even if nothing was in the room, you’d still feel watched. I get it.”

Ranboo’s tail shifted again.

“You don’t need to tell me a word,” Tubbo reassured quietly, brushing along the soft palm on his leg. “You always respected my privacy, I’m going to respect yours.” His fingers trailed along the lines of Ranboo’s hand gently, making a slow and gentle pattern. “Be kinda hypocritical of me to ask you to talk, wouldn't it?”

Ranboo hummed, leaning his weight into Tubbo, letting his glazed eyes close halfway. “I hate it,” he admitted. “I hate feeling afraid.”

Tubbo’s soft touch brushed along the pads on Ranboo’s fingertips, feeling the nerves underneath twitch. “I know.” He did. How could he not? “But you have me. And I have you. We can stop being afraid together, right?”

Ranboo smiled weakly. “That’s a bit corny.”

“You’re corny,” Tubbo muttered, running his fingers in a circular motion over Ranboo’s palm, hearing Ranboo’s soft inhale he added, “and ticklish.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes lazily. He was too tired to be sassy. “You don’t usually touch my hands like this, I’m not used to it.”

Tubbo’s right ear flicked, like it always did when he was thinking. “Guess I’ll have to do it more, it seems to be relaxing you.”

“Mmm.” Ranboo’s tail wrapped around Tubbo’s leg, comfortably loose.

“Hey, you better not be about to fall asleep here boss man,” Tubbo muttered, “You’ll get a bad neck ache in the morning.”

“’m not falling asleep,” Ranboo muttered, eyelids slipping closed more.

Tubbo huffed in amusement. “Sure you’re not.”

He skimmed his nails along the sides of Ranboo’s hand and felt the subtle tightening of the tail on his leg. He smiled, speaking up a bit. “Oh, cute, your tail is your tell.”

“No it ihisn’t.” Ranboo’s voice was muffled and Tubbo had to hold back a laugh when he realised his platonic husband had buried his face into his brown hair.

“Right, so you’re not getting all smiley and blushy up there? You’re not trying to hide in my hair.”

There was a quiet grumble. “...No. Your hahair just…smehells…good.”

Tubbo did laugh at that, grinning to himself when Ranboo’s hand curled then opened again. “You’re cute,” he teased gently. “You like your hands getting tickled.”

The fluff on Ranboo’s tail gently swatted Tubbo’s leg. “Shuhut up,” the man himself muttered through soft giggles, “it feheels nihice.”

Tubbo cooed, brushing a few fingers along Ranboo’s wrist and smiling at the teen’s slight squirm and soft giggles. “Is this helping?” He asked.

Ranboo shrugged, not wanting to lift his head from the safety of Tubbo’s mop.

“Ranboo.”

Fingers softly brushed over Ranboo’s palm, finding the sensitive spots and wiggling nails over them. The tail wrapped around Tubbo’s leg tightened again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Ranboo’s giggles picked up, his smile hidden in the thick curls atop Tubbo’s head.

“Yeahah, ihihi guehehess,” he admitted, ears dipping in embarrassment at Tubbo’s small “awww”.

“That’s good, we need to find you some healthy coping mechanisms right? And this is one.”

Despite how much of a little shit Tubbo was, he was making a good point, much to Ranboo’s annoyance.

“So let’s agree that this is relaxing you, would you want me to do this when you’re having a panic attack or something?”

Ranboo scoffed, but it was fond. “Are wehe seriohously sehetting boundaharies abohout yohou tihihickling mehe?”

“Would you rather I just do it whenever? You are fun to tickle no qualms there bud, you’re an adorable giggle box of reactions.”

Ranboo’s whole face was purple at this point. His tail smacked Tubbo’s leg lightly, a small grumble emitting from him. Tubbo stopped the skittering and tracing, brushing his thumb over the skin to calm the tingling nerves. He repeated it until Ranboo’s giggles were slowed to light titters.

“So?” he prompted.

Ranboo rolled his eyes. “ihit helps,” he muttered. “It would help if you did it to anchor me…or you know, to help through panic.”

Tubbo laced their fingers together, warming the naturally cold hand of the enderman hybrid. He turned his head up to smile gently at Ranboo. “Okay,” he agreed easily. “There we go.”

Ranboo couldn’t help but smile back, content. “There we go,” he repeated.

Tubbo turned to look at Ranboo’s hand again and slipped his fingers out of the gentle hold, his nails brushing over the beans on Ranboo’s finger tips. The motion became repetitive, coaxing soft giggles out of Ranboo again, his tail loosening on the goat hybrid’s leg in his relaxation.

A soft purr rumbled up from Ranboo’s throat before he could stop it.

Tubbo positively glowed in delight. “Awww, the cat likes to have his beans tickled- wha- Hey, no, give your hand back.” Tubbo glared at his friend who had retracted his hand and squeezed it into a fist.

“Stohop calling mehe a cat,” Ranboo whined, his face burying back into Tubbo’s hair.

“Why? You have beans, you purr, and you like head rubs. Find a flaw in my argument.”

Ranboo sighed heavily, his horns clinking with Tubbo’s own. “You are the worst, you know that?”

“Love you too. Give me your hand or I’ll tickle you somewhere else.”

Tubbo could feel the heat in Ranboo’s face from how close he was pressed to him. His hand was held out again to Tubbo who gently took it and resettled it against his leg.

He smiled. “Thank you.”

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, sure you do.”

Tubbo resumed tracing Ranboo’s hand and brushing softly against the pads, not missing the soft gasps and squeaks when he found a sweet spot. The tickling wasn’t enough to make Ranboo outright laugh, but it was enough to calm him down and make him smile, a few giggles slipping free. That was enough for the pair of them.

Ranboo nudged Tubbo’s head. “Thank you for doing this. You’re a good friend.”

Tubbo felt like he would cry at how small Ranboo sounded. Stupid enderman. How dare he pull at Tubbo’s heartstrings. What a jerk.

He nudged back. “We’re in this together. Right?”

Ranboo’s purring started up, a gentle rumble that filled the air and made it feel warmer than the fire ever could. “Right,” he murmured softly, his smile evident in his voice.

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