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august-anon · 3 years
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Tickletober Day 2: Begging
I was supposed to post this yesterday but I got distracted by a video game, oops lol. And I am posting it so late today because I got distracted cleaning and reorganizing my bookshelves. I've been at it for like 4+ hours and I am not even close to being done, I think I need to finish it tomorrow. Pray for me yall dsjkfdsf
Anyways, there is no market for fanfic for this movie but it's my little gremlin writer brain and i choose the channel it's on
also just in case anyone gets weird: they are SIBLINGS this is PLATONIC don't be WEIRD
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Fandom: Skeleton Twins (2014)
Ship(s): Gen/Platonic
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Milo, Ler!Maggie
Word Count: 550 words
Summary: Milo should've known better than to aggravate the tickle monster in the family.
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Milo really should’ve known better than to start something.
He had always been good at being the obnoxious sibling, the annoying sibling, the one begging for attention. It only made sense for him to go after Maggie, she was making it so easy. Except, it had been over ten years since this had last happened. And Milo had long forgotten that he was not the tickle monster in this family.
Now, Milo was pinned to the couch cushions, curled into as tight of a ball as his gangly limbs would allow. One of Maggie’s hands was buried under his arm while the other clawed away at his stomach (he really needed to take up yoga or some shit, his knees were not bending far enough to be the shield he needed them to be) and no matter where Milo squirmed, he couldn’t get away from them.
Maggie had always won the tickle fights when they were kids. She was vicious and had a single-minded determination to make Milo cry with laughter. Milo had tried every tactic in the book, cheating in every way he could, and she would still make him cry uncle long before she gave in. He was cursing himself for ever forgetting that, now.
“Give up, yet?” Maggie asked gleefully, the hand buried under his arm slipping out to squeeze at his knee.
“Maggie!” It was the only response Milo could manage though his laughter and squirming.
He had half a mind to try and tickle her back, again. To see if this was the tickle fight he finally won, if this was the tickle fight, when they were nearly thirty with no stamina and already aching bones, that Milo finally got Maggie Dean to beg for mercy.
Then, the hand Maggie had on his stomach started clawing at one of his hipbones instead, while her other hand started reaching for his feet. Milo shrieked and started kicking frantically, blabbering and blubbering anything that rose to his lips to get her to stop. Tickle fights with his sister could be fun, but there was a point where Milo was just too ticklish to handle it.
“What’ll you give me if I stop?”
“Anything!” Milo cried, trying to shove her hands away from his body. “Anything, Maggie, please!”
Maggie hummed, dragging out his torment. Her hand finally reached his feet, tickling the tops of his socked toes teasingly. It was very much a threat: if Milo didn’t give her something good enough, then he was absolutely going to die in ticklish agony. What an embarrassing way to die, losing a tickle fight to his sister.
“Anything?” She asked, drawing out the word.
“Yes, Maggie! Anything, please!”
“I want that lipstick you’ve been hiding,” she said, not stopping her tickling in the slightest. “The really nice shade of red that you won’t share with me.”
“Deal!” Milo said without hesitation.
His torment lasted for a few more moments before Maggie mercifully pulled back, giving him a firm pat on the leg as comfort while he panted for breath.
“Fucking evil, Magpie,” he muttered.
“Careful,” Maggie replied, “or I’ll go for a round two.”
Milo shot up. “I”ll go get the lipstick,” he said far too loudly before fleeing the room.
Her laugh echoed down the hallway behind him.
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