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chocolateteapotsvis · 30 days

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Barry surveys the table. It's strewn with what looks like every craft supply from his not-insubstantial model painting stash. They start orderly enough, the paint pots and brushes lined up neatly besides the mat by his chair, and then devolving into a chaotic mess of paper towels, plastic cups, and loose sprues from who-knows-what heaped precariously around the model airplane kit.

He could ask about when Hal had set this up, since they've just returned from Barry's surprise birthday party - a surprise, mostly, because he'd assumed that by April his friends and family would have moved on to something else. But he'd spent so long choosing between the pile of socks Wally had gifted him over the years that he could have missed the Rogues parading through the apartment in their rush out the door.

So instead, he taps a finger against his barely-suppressed smile. "How many birthdays ago is that plane from?"

"You mean when I gave it to you, or you gave it to me?" Hal whips Barry's apron from the back of the chair with a flourish and holds it out for him. "As for that Justice Society tabletop RPG, I assumed you excavated it from an archeological dig somewhere. So are we going to get painting, or are you going to spend another year sighing about how you wished you had time to paint it?"

Barry's fingers are already twitching towards the box. Does he start with the Flash, or does he warm up with another figure first? From Hal's smirk, Barry's thought process is plain on his face.

"It's practically a tradition at this point. It would be a shame to actually do something about it." Barry doesn't bother hiding his smile anymore at the strangled noise Hal makes from behind him as he ties his apron. He pulls back Hal's chair, offering it to him with a mock bow. If it doesn't really do much to hide the heat in his ears, well, he knows a lost cause when he sees one, and in this one, he's more than happy to lose. "But I know better than to get between you and your model airplanes."

(Also, yes, it's supposed to be the same model from The Color of Fear, as seen most recently in toytle's awesome redraw!)

#halbarry #not an all out April Fool's prank #but have a silly headcanon instead #dorks being dorks #random mini scene #still trying to find a sketchier style for some quick doodles #I'm open if anyone has suggestions!#my doodles #fic

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searsage · 1 year

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Ryley: Look Robin..we need to talk.

Robin: About..?

Ryley: the bad habits your teaching Al-an.

Robin: I don't know what your talking about, everything I teach him is so he can better understand humans and how we function.

Ryley: You sure about that…?

Robin: uh yes? What the hell are yo-

PDA: Rings and activiates answeing machine-

Al-an: Hello, we've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.

Ryley: I KNOW ITS YOU AL-AN, I DONT EVEN OWN A CAR!

Al-an:…This is your final courtesy call.

#ryley robinson #robin ayou #al an #al an subnautica #Al-an #al an/robin #subnatica below zero #subnautica #Sbz #Dorks being dorks

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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Prove Me Wrong (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Heyo! Guess who's back with more of the OG chaos trio? This girl! I freaking love them your honor- and after rewatching JJK 0 recently (as of writing this anyway) I wanted more fluff with them- and so I made it :3 I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Swearing

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@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo

Summary: Gojo refuses to believe Shoko isn't ticklish- so he convinces Geto to help prove her wrong. Things get silly.

Shoko Ieriri was without a doubt, a hundred percent ticklish. Gojo knew this like the back of his hand.

He…didn’t have any actual proof of this information, but the vibes were there- she had to be!

“You can’t just decide someone’s ticklishness based on a feeling.” Geto rolled his eyes when Gojo declared his theory, finishing off the last of his soda. “Besides- we’ve tried tickling her before, remember? She didn’t even react.”

“Well yeah- she wasn’t ticklish on her sides! That doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish somewhere else!” Gojo was slumped in his spot beside him, arms over the back of the bench, his abandoned can of cola a delightful trap for bugs. “I bet she’s one of those people who you need to turn on their ticklishness- has that one spot that when prodded, it sets off the rest of them!”

“Or she could just be immune.” Geto reached across him, stealing the remaining cola before the local wasp could. “Some people are. Maybe it’s a reverse curse thing.”

“Yeah but anyone can learn that- hell; I bet I could!”

“Probably. Then you’d never be ticklish again.” Geto jabbed his side, making him spasm and scrunch. “Or it’d make it worse. It’s always so tingly when she does it- the whole healing thing. You can barely handle it.”

“She touches too softly, that’s all.” He fussed, cheeks dusting as he sank in his seat once more. Geto smiled around the can. He went to drink.

Without any warning, Gojo jabbed him in the hip.

“GE-AH!” The other boy wheezed, soda spitting everywhere as he coughed and choked.

“That’s what you get. Now- are you gonna help me or not?” Gojo raised a brow, eyes dancing when Geto glared at him.

“Fine. But first- I’m gonna kick your ass!”

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“Hey.” Shoko waved at Gojo as she walked in, kicking her shoes off by the door. “What’s up, Satoru?”

“Hello, my dearest Shoko. Please- come in and have a seat.” He waved his hand in a flourish, the table a semi-organized mess of notebooks, pens, textbooks and snacks.

The medic made a low sounding whistle, brows raised at the spread. “And here I thought you were full of shit about studying. Bummer- I was looking forward to goofing off.” Shrugging, she came over and took a seat, immediately grabbing a bag of sour cream chips. “Where’s Suguru?”

“He’s running late- likely talking up some pretty girl in town.” Gojo leaned into his hands, eyes dancing. “Can you believe it? He actually has admirers!”

“Jealous?” Shoko smiled around a chip, earning a tongue stuck out at her.

“Please- I’m simply too hot to handle.” While he talked, his eyes found Geto’s looming shadow by the hall, waiting for his cue. Time to get this show on the road.

“So, Shoko darling. What would you say are the biggest drawbacks of your curse technique?” Lead her in- nice and slow.

“What’s with all the darlings and dearests? Are you practicing for Suguru?” She tilted her head at him before growing thoughtful. “I guess the biggest drawback is fatigue. Reverse curse technique- it takes a lot out of you.”

“Ah, I see. What else? I’m curious!” Gojo leaned in, fully engaged. Geto moved closer in steady paces.

“Knew you were full of shit. Hm…well, it’s a high demand technique, so I’m always busy. And I suppose walking in on gruesome sights is another bummer. Oh- and my friends try to use it as a distraction technique to get the jump on me.”

Geto froze- face blank. Gojo’s glasses drooped.

Silence.

“Suguru, do it!” Gojo cried before anyone could move.

“Right! Take THIS!” Geto shot his hands into her armpits, wiggling his fingers.

The reaction was…

“Ah. So you’re still trying to tickle me, huh?” She blinked at him boredly, something amused in her smile at Geto’s blank stare. “Go ahead- I already told you I’m not ticklish.”

“T-There’s got to be somewhere! Here?” He tried her neck. Shoko merely rolled it to the side.

“Here?” Gojo scrambled around the table, squeezing her hip.

“It’s got to be bad here!” Geto pressed into her ribs.

“This is a good spot!” Gojo poked her belly.

“Oh ho ho. Please, guys stop. I’m soooooo ticklish.” Shoko snickered, unfazed by their antics. No matter where they touched, she was unmoved, finishing off the last of her chips. “I can’t handle it. Please, don’t.”

“My god.” Gojo sat back, wide eyed and mildly spooked. “She’s a god.”

“Unfazed and untouched.” Geto put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Praise me.” She flexed, satisfied. “My turn- which one of you got the bright idea?”

“Satoru.” Geto wasted no time.

“T-Traitor!” Gojo cried, scrambling back just as Shoko went to grab him. “He helped though! Get him first!”

“Nah. I like tickling you more. You make funny noises.” She dived, grabbing his ankle as Gojo tried to wiggle free. Within seconds she was upon him, sitting by his hips as her fingers worked along his torso. “See what I mean?”

“Aheahhahahahhahahha! S-Shohohohohohokoohohohohohooho! Gehahahahhahaa, nohohohohohohohohohoohoo!” The pale haired teen was a mess of giggles almost immediately, flopping like a fish out of water as he batted at her hands. “Dohohohooohn’t tihiihhihickle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Heh- I tried to tell you, Satoru.” Geto snickered, eyes falling to Shoko as he watched her work. She was sitting on her knees, socked feet tucked under her butt as she carried on pinching Gojo’s waist.

…..Hm….

Without any warning, he dragged a finger down her sole.

“AH!” A sharp squeal shot out of her mouth, full body spasming at the feeling. Geto stared, brows raised. Gojo was equally stunned, staring at the reverse curse user with equal amazement.

“Oh my GOD! I freaking knew it! You’re ticklish!” Gojo cackled, pumping his fist in the air like a happy child. “Shoko’s ticklish! Shoko’s tickli-EEHEHEEHEHE!”

“Eh. So I am- but you’re more.” She grinned, prodding the terrible spot along his lower third rib. “See what I mean? Funny noises.”

“AEHHHAHAHHAHA! SKEHEHHHEHHEHE! SUHUHUHUGUHUHHUURU HEHEHEHEHELP!” Gojo cried out, flailing his hands for mercy. “GEHEHHEHEHT EHHEHEHEHEHEHER!”

“So demanding…” Geto grinned before shuffling over, hands raised and fingers clawed. “Here I come~”

~~~

It was safe to say Geto tried.

The moment his fingers touched Shoko’s foot, she all but flailed, arm swinging backwards and knocking him sideways. Before she could check on him though, Gojo all but leaped across- tackling a groaning Geto and going right for the hips.

"SAHHAHAHAHTAHAHHAHRU YOU SHIIHIHIIHIT!"

"Hehe, gotcha Sugu-EHEHEHEH SHOKO!"

"Hehehehehe~"

More antics ensued. A foot connected with Gojo’s stomach- likely Shoko’s, one of Geto’s curses came out (“Let’s kiss!” “GET THE HELL OFF ME!”) and the little table of snacks and books that weren’t even real textbooks went tumbling over with a kick.

When the dust finally settled, the three of them were spread out across the carpet of Gojo’s apartment, giggly and exhausted.

“Heh…hehehe..new ruhuhle. No suhuhuhuhmoning curses.” Gojo declared, earning a tired round of “Hurrahs” from his friends.

“Ihihin my defense- I was gohoing for the hahands.” Geto huffed, rubbing his jaw with a snicker. “That’s ohohne hell of a right hook, Shoko.”

“Heh. Bet.” She sat up, patting herself down until she found her cigarettes. “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” She reached out, pressing her fingers into his cheek until the bruise was no longer there. “Sorry about that.”

Once the door shut, Gojo grinned, raising a tired hand. “Told you she was ticklish!”

“She’s also violent when tickled.” Geto rolled his eyes, slapping it anyway. “Was it worth it?”

They sat there, reflecting for a moment. Her laugh was so….gremlin-like. Snickery and snorty, shrill at points. Completely different than you’d expect from her…

“Worth it.” They nodded.

Thanks for reading!

#jjk #jjk season 2 #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #geto suguru #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #they're dummies your honor #but we love it for them :3 #Dorks being dorks

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wilwywaylan · 11 months

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That series is not dead nor finished ! (damn, why did I make so many...) It’s going on with four new ones ! (part 1 - part 2 - part 3)

Being a criminal doesn’t mean you can’t like or want a nice, well organized space. Or clean shirts without any blood. Some are just more invested into it than others.

Montparnasse, that’s not an outfit to clean in (does he even own other clothes ?)

I’m still stupidly amused by their brand of cleaning, but the pun didn’t translate (it’s “washes redder than red”, a pun on the popular slogan “washes whiter than white”).

Feat. Montparnasse and Ebène, the patron-minous !

[image ID : four pictures in chibi-style of the four members of Patron-Minette doing various cleaning tasks. First image : Montparnasse, an ivory-skinned man with slicked back black hair in an undercut and reddish-brown eyes, is sitting crossed-legged in front of a teal basin. He’s wearing a white shirt, black slacks and black shoes. He’s scrubbing at the collar of a shirt with a tiny brush. Several shirts are lying around, and a black cat is sleeping on one of them. There’s a red laundry detergent bottle with “St-Just, lave plus rouge que rouge” on it. Second image : Claquesous, a white man with long, white hair gathered in a bun and ice blue eyes, is sitting beside a box with “masks” written on it. He’s wearing black sweats, purple socks and a white mask. He’s holding two more white masks, and there are several others strewn around, along with a marker. A black cat is sitting in the box, trying to catch one of the masks. Third image : Gueulemer, a burly man with brown skin, long black hair in dreadlocks and black eyes, is whistling and carrying a nightstand on which are piled two boxes, a small chest and a potted plant. He’s wearing a light green shirt, a teal bandana on his head, denim cutoffs and bright green slippers. Fourth image : Babet, a white man with greying brown hair cropped short and brown eyes, is sitting cross-legged on the floor, smoking a cigarette. He’s wearing glasses, a white button-down shirt, dark slacks and brown shoes. He’s throwing some papers in a fire burning out of a low metal bin. Beside him is a file box labelled “Dental files”. end ID]

#les miserables #montparnasse #claquesous #gueulemer #babet #patron minette #montparnasse the cat #ébène the cat #dorks being dorks #they are all working so hard #those are so fun to do #but so long #agh #my Drawings

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drinkingpoison · 4 months

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Proselfship Advent day Sixteen: Going ice skating together ⛸️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Rafterman drags his boy ice skating, Animal being about as graceful as a rhino. They're figuring it out together!

"Come on! It's not that hard!"

"Says fucking you!"

After being snowed in for a few days, the delightful couple had decided to at least try and check out some of the things to do around the cabin, one of those activities including a cute little lake nearby that'd completely frozen over, making it perfect for a bit of skating.

At least that was true for one of them, the smaller blond currently gliding across the ice, making an example of just how easy he found it. Growing up in the outskirts of the city, he'd taken plenty of trips like this into nature throughout his life. Guess it was just a skill that never left.

Animal on the other hand was clinging to a tree at the edge of the water, legs shaking as he made an attempt to keep them from slipping right out from under him. He had to resist the urge to lurch forward and try and strangle his companion as he came to an easy stop, knowing he'd just end up on his ass in this state.

"Do you want me try and help?"

"Fuck off."

"You really look like you could use some help."

"I'll kick your fucking ass - I can't believe I let you drag me into this."

Even as he practically snarled the threat, Animal grabbed a hold of the hands reaching out to him, squeezing them hard and gritting his teeth as he scooted forward across the ice like some kind of baby deer just learning how to walk.

Rafterman knew it must have been humiliating - doing his best not to giggle or show any amusement. He knew how easily damaged his boyfriend's huge ego was, and how he had a tendency to lash out about it.

"Going to get my fucking fingers sliced off.."

"You're fine. See, still standing, right?"

It was clearly visible how much he hated that he was right, and all the blond could do in response was smile, very slowly attempting to pull his partner further on to the ice.

"Look at that, you're doing it!"

"Quit patronizing me before I knock your ass out."

"Oh I am not you big baby. Calm down - Woah!"

And just like that, the two went tumbling over in a flurry of limbs and snowflakes. They'd stay like that for a few moments at least, dazed, breathless, and making sure neither heard any signs of the ice breaking due to their lack of focus.

"Fuckin' told you."

"Oh shut the hell up -"

#🐻#proselfshipadvent #dorks being dorks #proship please interact #📓

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sayonaramidnight · 1 year

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Ain't no mountain high enough~

A scene from @traveleorzea‘s fanfic that needed to be illustrated <3

#I regret nothing #FFXIV red mage #dorks being dorks #I made a thing

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something-about-sunflowers · 1 year

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Oh shit, worm? Like. Rip to people who don’t want to make an account for whatever reason but this is fucking great. Izzy Hater Anon eat your heart out.

#the dork is being a dork #izzy hands #the izcourse #izzy hater anon #since they're somewhat relevant lmao

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erabu-san · 7 months

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The tea is in his taste

#my art #genshin impact #genshinimpact #wriothesley #genshin impact wriothesley #he is also shipping people #i didn't expect him being a dork

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youngmoviemaker · 5 months

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It could be real . . . @bamsara

#me emerging from under rock ive been under and immediately consumes all trod au content #and starts a cute little watercolor fanart of the dorks being dorks #hope you like #now back to my rock #definitely the most complicated fanart ive done for ya yet #hehhehehhehehheh the lamb and cat just go brrrr in my head and this happened officer i swear #trod au #narilamb #the rehabilitation of death #cult of the lamb #my art #watercolor #bamsara

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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sorry im really into this owlcraft thing and i WILL be making more comics about it

#its so silly and fun to make them. the context is funnier bc i have to go into mc and take the screenshots #the owl house #i should make a tag for this. i will call it #owlcraft #bows. im so original and creative #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #even tho hes just being a dork. she got him back though she filled his house with wolves #(he lives in a dirt shack directly behind her house)#my art #fanart #comic #minecraft #up next: what happens the first time someone dies and respawns in a bed

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ronkoza · 5 months

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boys being soft just because

Tor belobgs to @littleulvar

#original character #modern au #arne #tor #pastel goth druids #them as always being sweet and soft #and being cute dorks #this time it's arne attacting tor with love and kisses

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searsage · 10 months

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ngl i keep thinking about this hilarious scenario where Robin is being annoying pike just generally PURPOSELY making a pest of herself because who doesn't want to push the shrimp bois buttons when he's been studying rocks for the past nine hours straight.

Unfortunately this only results in Al-an sitting on her, Lmfao like imagin Robin screaming irately from under precursor butt as he ignores her and continues to study rocks.

#Course she doesn't talk to him for a week after this #And he one hundred percent does not regret his actions #robin/al an #al an/robin #sbz #subnatica below zero #subnautica #al an subnautica #robin ayou #Dorks being dorks

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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imma put in a small bllk senario here ehehe

remember episode 24 where rin was teaching the gang english

rin got angry at bachira for throwing the paper plane at him so tokimitsu had to hold him back but accidentally squeezed rin’s hips while doing so… maybe thats how they found out rin was ticklish there (/•/w/•/)

and then hell broke loose and it just ends up being tickle fight, rin on the loosing end (i can imagine isagi just hiding in the corner being a bystander again ehehhehe)

have a nice day

Aekjajkrjkejkrjkt this is golden! Rin needs to be tickled more often akjlerjkajkrakjr I had to turn it into a fic- that's the laws of Squiggily brain-rot. I hope you like it, friend!

EP. 24 SPOILERS AHEAD: It's nothing wild or major; it's literally based off that hilarious scene, but I'll tag accordingly anyway :)

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“I can FLY DAY!” Bachira cheered, his paper airplane soaring across the table and smacking Rin dead on.

That was the last straw, it seemed.

“Screw this! I can’t take it anymore!” A notebook went flying, smacking Bachira in the back of the head as Rin stood in rage, veins pulsing and fist knuckle white. “How long do we have to do this shit- COME HERE!”

“Ah, no! Rin, wait!” Tokimitsu yelped, arms wrapping tightly around Rin’s waist in an effort to keep him from jumping across the table. Aryu was still trying to figure out the whole “Th” noise, wincing when he bit his tongue, as Bachira made a bunch of gibberish in his seat, giggling through the entire thing.

Isagi pulled one earbud out, taking a moment to watch the chaos go down around him. He wasn’t surprised this was the outcome of their lessons. Not with Rin’s short temper and Bachira’s inadvertent way of grinding it down to a nub.

Still- it didn’t make the sight any less entertaining. He paused his audio but kept his headphones in as he watched.

“Rin, calm down! We have to get this right!” Tokimitsu was losing grip and adjusted his hands, one coming to the teal-haired teen’s hip and squeezing. “Ego Sensei will be-”

“GAH!”

Another new development- Isagi felt his eyes widen when Rin’s leg seemed to give out suddenly, sending him back into Tokimitsu. The buffer of the pair yelped as he adjusted once more, preventing any injury. Unfortunately- whatever he did got a similar noise out of Rin and the two hit the deck, a foot kicking the table on the way down and sending homework flying everywhere. Isagi yelped, hands shooting out to stop the table from upsizing onto the remainder of their little group.

“R-Rin! I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Tokimitsu squawked pitifully, arms still around the taller boy.

“I’m fine, now get the hell off me!” Rin snapped, trying and failing to pull himself free from the other’s death grip. “I swear to god-nngh!”

“Hold still- you just kicked the table.” Aryu crawled over, dragging a finger up Rin’s foot as he checked for damages. “So not glam- but it’s not broken. It’s gonna hurt for a few days, I'd imagine."

“Whatehever, now let me up- GAH! Rin yelped again, only this time instead of Tokimitsu being the cause, it was Bachira. “What the hell, bob cut?”

“My my, this is interesting~” Bachira cooed, eyes dancing. “Rin-chan, you didn’t yelp because Tokimitsu tickled you, did you?”

To Isagi’s absolute amazement, Rin’s face flushed a pretty pink color. He had yet to witness the other blush at anything before.

“Bachira, I swear to god, I will suffocate you in your sleep tonight-” Rin growled, only to let out a choked laugh when Aryu wiggled a finger against his foot once more. "Stop that!"

“Oh my, what a glam discovery~ Our dear Rin is ticklish?” He shared a look with Bachira, nodding once. “Keep him down, Toki.”

"Okay! Sorry, Rin!"

“NO! No, get the hell away! Stay bahahhahhack!” Rin tried sounding intimidating, but the second Bachira’s fingers attacked his hip, it was over. “Baahhahchira, dohohohohon’t!”

“Hehe! Tickle tickle, Rin~”

Isagi almost dropped his cassette, eyes wide and a faint blush on his cheeks as he listened to Rin laugh. It was bright and rich sounding, contrasting greatly with his usually subdued personality. He was currently in a losing fight between yanking away Tokimitsu’s arms caging him in and slapping at Bachira’s aggressive fingers; his leg kicking helplessly as he tried wiggling away from Aryu’s pinching fingers against his knee.

Isagi had heard a lot of laughs in Blue Lock. Soft muffled giggles from Chigiri to loud booming cackles from Kunigami. Bachira’s gremlin snickers to the high pitched titters of Nagi. All were great to listen to, and Rin’s was right up there.

And holy gods, that smile…

“Wow, Rin-chan! Aren’t you pretty when you smile!” Bachira sang, his thumb pressing against a particularly bad spot that had Rin swearing through his giggle fits. “I bet you love this, huh? Do you like it when I tickle you here? Or here?” He had both hands attacking now, gently massaging the joint between where his leg began and hip ended. That earned him a rather delightful sounding scream. “Ooo, that’s a bad spot, huh?”

‘BAHAHAHHCHIRA, FUHHUHUHUCKING STAHHAHAP IHIHIHIIIHT!” Rin swore, cheeks a deep shade of pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirthful tears. He looked about at his limit, and Isagi felt compelled to say something.

“Now, Bachira, let the man breathe.” Aryu, who must have been thinking the same thing, reached out and gently prodded the younger boy’s ribs. “We still need five people afterall.”

“Aehehe! Oohoohokay-Take THIS!” Bachira cheered, diving forward onto Aryu with flying fingers. They danced along his ribs, and Aryu…

“Oh..you’re not ticklish..” Bachira stopped, sounding a tad bummed at the discovery. Aryu smirked, eyes dangerous.

“Oh no, I am ticklish- just not there. A bold guess though- very glam of you. Now~” Aryu’s long arms were around Bachira in seconds, the smaller teen’s shrieks of laughter quickly came as painted nails drilled into his shoulder blades. “Come on, let’s see how bad it is for you!”

“Bachira! Hang on-” Tokimitsu released an exhausted Rin, scooting towards the pair in an attempt to save their dribbler. “I know where to go! His thighs- Ehehehehehehe!” Tokimitsu didn’t get a chance to finish- Aryu had released one hand to squeeze beneath the muscly player’s ribs, making him shoot up and squeal.

“Another glam guess, but you’re incorrect. Let’s see if either of you can figure it out.” Aryu let out a soft titter as he brought both boys down beneath him, Bachira’s cheeks pink and Tokimitsu laughing helplessly. Isagi pushed a fist against his mouth, shaking with mirth at the sight.

“Gohohod..he’s awful.” Rin groaned, surprising Isagi out of his giggle fit. He looked exhausted, hair messy and ears still bright red. Isagi resisted the urge to muse his hair more and call him cute. “How the hell did you get through Team Z with him pulling that crap?”

“Honestly? Scapegoats.” Isagi nodded, reflecting back on the many times he might have “redirected” Bachira’s attention to a different person in the team. “Didn’t always work of course- when Bachira wants to tickle someone, he’ll do it.”

“Hm…” Rin was quiet, then those pretty eyes of his slid over to Isagi, something curious in his gaze. “So does that mean you’re ticklish?”

“Rin Itoshi.” Isagi turned to him fully, raising his chin. “I am but a mere mortal aiming to be the greatest striker in the world. I have the ability to lie, but I won’t. I am ticklish. HOWEVER!” He cried dramatically, startling the other. “If you dare tickle me, I now have the knowledge that you’re just as bad if not more. If you dare choose to tickle me today, I shall find you in your bed at the wee hours of the night and tickle you until you’re pleading for the Soccer gods to strike you where you stand.” He raised a brow, daring the other to try.

Rin blinked, staring at him. A slight twitch to his lip was the only indication he thought Isagi’s ‘anime protag monologue’ was amusing. “I’ll take my chances.” He decided a second later, and before long, Isagi was flat on his back, squealing and giggling like a child as Rin seeked out all his own tickle spots.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #rin itoshi #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #fluff #dorks being dorks #english lessons gone wary #blue lock spoilers #blue lock anime spoilers #blue lock episode 24 spoilers

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mcqraw · 1 year

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