It's gonna sound OOC for Alastor, but I like to believe he's only this soft and vulnerable around Rosie ( platonic wife)
Summary: Alastor and Rosie find themselves up talking and sharing a moment, when Rosie accidentally gets a bit too close. Having all the patience in the world for her, Alastor endures.
When he wasn't staying at the Hotel, he stayed with Rosie. She didn't mind, quite the opposite actually, she loved it when Alastor was over. She even had a room for him next to hers.
While he was over this night, he leaned against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in hand while he just smiled and watched his platonic partner pace around the room ranting.
"- and you know I love all my citizens, but Susan, ugh, I just don't understand what her deal is. It's like she gets enjoyment out of disagreeing with everyone in town. You get what I mean, right, Al?" She asked, finally leaning against the counter herself, grabbing her own cup. She frowned a little when she saw that it was empty, which prompted Alastor to give her his cup.
"Of course I do, like I said, she's an ornery old bitch." He said, adding a little more sass to his tone than usual, knowing it amused Rosie, earning a light laugh from her.
She meant to just playfully smack his arm but as he started to stand up more, her hand grazed his side instead, causing him to arch away. Absolutely delighted, Rosie set the cup of tea down. "Oh I forgot you were ticklish, Alastor!" She said.
Alastor turned to back away from her, his hands up in defense. "Now, darling, really there's no need to-" he stepped back quickly to narrowly avoid her hands, "R-Rosie, dear, wait a minute!" His ears shot straight up in alarm as he suddenly backed into the counter. "Why would I wait, Al, it's not often I hear a real genuine laugh from ya, it's always that rehearsed show-host laugh of yours." She said, pushing past his out stretched arms to lightly skitter up his sides.
With anyone else, he might have killed them, but this was Rosie. Clearly his only option was just to be patient and let it happen. Not that he was completely against it anyway.
Alastor felt her slip her hands under his jacket to scritch at his sides through his shirt. His grin widened as he used the counter to support himself, chuckles spilling out freely. "Roho- Rohohose, plehehease-" "Don't try to sweet talk out of this by using a nickname, Ally~" She grinned, pinching his lowest two ribs.
His cheeks flushed at the name as he loosely grabbed her wrists, giggling harder as her fingers danced up his ribcage. As Rosie gently dug into his underarms, Alastor's knees gave out and he sank to the floor, laughing.
Spotting rapid movement out of the corner if her eye, she noticed his tail was wagging. She grinned with a gasp. "Aw! Alastor, are you enjoying this, you sweet thing?" She asked, her hands finding their way up to his ears, gently scritching there. There was a soft crack of radio static before his laughs softened up into giggles. He shut his eyes to avoid answering. But Rosie knew better.
She started to softly scritch under his chin, making his cheeks flush a brighter shade of pink and his tail wag faster, something she knew only she was allowed to witness. He seemed to melt right there, eyes closed, grin softened into a smile, as he giggled quietly and leaned into the affectionate touch.
Rosie found it incredibly endearing. She added her second hand, scratching both sides under his jaw, watching as his ear started to flick and he relaxed even further. She took a moment to just watch him like this for a moment more, before she suddenly reached down and slipped her hands under his shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.
Alastor's eyes snapped open as he was almost startled out of this calming and affectionate state. He tossed his head back and laughed, trying to simultaneously curl up and move away, resulting in him sort of just falling over onto his side, then curling up on the floor.
"Hahahahahaha! Rohohosie plehehehease!"
"Look at youuu~! Such a widely feared and respected demon curled up into a little tiny ball in my kitchen! I got you, Alastor~! Got you got you got you~!" She teased, spidering around his tummy, adding a soft scritch with each 'got you.'
Alastor was flustered beyond belief, his ears pinned back as he laughed and gently tried to grab her hands. She suddenly grinned the most evil smile he's seen on his cannibal friend in a while. "Alastor, you should see how cute you are right now.. I could just eat you up." She lifted his shirt just a little bit and leaned down to blow a raspberry into his tummy.
"HAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOSE!" He cackled, his legs kicking at the floor while he clenched his hands into fists to keep himself from pushing her away. Before he could ask again, Rosie had stopped, letting her friend to just lay there and catch his breath.
Once he sat up, he pointed a finger at her. "Evil, rude, cruel, and-" She just leaned in and kissed the top of his head, silencing him. "And don't you forget it." She replied getting up. She offered her hands, and helped him up as well, fixing his bowtie for him.
"Goodness, you're a mess, Al. Such a squirmer." she teased, even reaching up to fix his hair, which he allowed, finding it to be nice and affectionate. "I wouldn't be such a mess if someone hadn't just assaulted me." He said with a light chuckle.
Rosie ignored his response with a wave of her hand. "Oh you're fiiine." He tilted his head. "Maybe I should get you back then, if it's no big deal." He teased, with a gentle squeeze to her waist.
She jumped and grabbed his wrist. "I'd like to see you try."
Ok Iâve got some more pillar family headcannons for ya!
So in your tags I saw you asked whether the pillars are butterflies or moths Iâm thinking a good mix.
Mama Pillar as a butterfly and his Pa as a moth so howdy is a bit of both(? He doesnât even really know what he is exactly and neither do his parents)
Also Mama Pillar has so much âšfizzâš
Mama Pillar has had six husbands before Howdys Pa. Itâs also why howdy has so many siblings, most are his half siblings.
Speaking of Mama Pillar she is one of the shortest members of the Pillar family but she is SUPER strong.
Instead of her Pa carrying her over the threshold after they married Mama Pillar carried him. (There is a four feet difference between them with Pa being taller)
Mama Pillar can even pick up Howdy still! Itâs also what she did when she heard about his attitude.
She immediately went down to his store, picked him up with one set of arms and proceeded to use her other set to absolutely DESTROYED him.
Mama Pillar is the type of ler to use sugary sweet teases to make her lees go as red as a tomato.
And Howdy is indeed as red as a tomato and slowly getting redder.
Howdy: mahahahma please!
Mama Pillar: Nope I wonât hear it young man!
Mama Pillar: Especially after you were mean enough to use Barnabys mama against him!
The tickle sponge trio watched along side Barnaby and cheered Mama Pillar on.
Finally Howdy knew what it felt like to be attacked by four âmeanâ arms.
Tldr: Mama Pillar is the #1 rizzer and Howdy gets his cocky self wrecked!
đŠ anon
Damn, spoiling me and the people Crabnon! I kiss your forehead in the most platonic way possible!
I swear I am growing obsessed with this woman the more you talk about her. The fact that she is also small and mighty gives me the greatest kick in the world, I swear!
She is having none of her boy's nonsense and she's gonna teach him to mind his manners in the best way she knows how! By absolutely tickling him to pieces in front of his little friends (and best customer).
The good boy and tiny trio were absolutely bamboozled to watch the 'ultimate tickle monster' be reduced to a giggling, blushing, blubbering heap by his own mother! And she's barely over half his size!
Julie and Sally were 100% playing cheerleader while Barnaby just stood smugly and enjoyed the show. Wally however was low-key suffering because her killer teases and 'ruthless' tickles were giving the poor boy the worst second-hand 'Lee mood.
For the first time in a long time, Howdy remember what it was like to be at the mercy of a four-armed tickle menace! And golly he wasn't going to forget anytime soon. If he even survived the embarrassment.
UHHH RISE DONNIES VA??? NOT ME IMAGINING THIS BEING DONNIE???
HELLO THIS IS ADORABLE I CAN TOTALLY SEE DONNIES TICKLE LAUGH SOUNDING LIKE THIS??? PLUS DONNIE LITERALLY TALKS LIKE THAT HGFVJBGJ (minus the barking ofc lol)
This is a fic inspired by this comic strip made by Lele Liam on twitter!
This is a SLIGHT modification to number 14 on my tickle headcanonns!
Fandom: Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
Donnie was upset.
One of his gadgets that he had worked on for hours hadnât been working as expected after MULTIPLE attempts.
He tried reprogramming it, repairing it, re wiring it and completely restarting the blue prints! Unfortunately, nothing came out successful. So he just sulked and put on his purple hoodie and escaped to his phone.
Mikey, being bored, was on his way to bother Donnie anyways. So he found him looking upset and decided to help out a little.
âHey D! Whatâs got you down in the dumps?â Mikey asked looking around Donnieâs room for the root of the problem. Messing it up in the process.
âIâm not. âdown in the dumps.â.â The purple ninja exclaimed with air quotes, his eyes never leaving the screen. He was looking for a better design to see if that would help as well, but Mikey sure wasnât.
âAre you sure? You seem grumpy!â Mikey said with a poke to Donnieâs side.
âNohot now Mikey.â Donnie stated trying to stifle his giggles. He was veryyyyy ticklish and his family (unfortunately) were veryyyyy aware of it. Yet Donnie still denies that he isnât, his siblings end up proving him wrong.
His eyes never leaved his phone during this conversation yet he didnât know what he was looking for anymore. Maybe just an excuse to be busy.
âWell then if youâre not grumpy I guess you wonât mind if I do this!â Mikey said skittering his fingers up the intellectual turtles neck and that earned him a few giggles.
âYohou better stohop.â Donnie stated, trying to hold back laughter at this point.
âAnd you donât mind me doing this either!â Mikey said, full on tickling Donnie at this point. He had went for his sides, neck, stomach and underarms in a quick motion.
âMihIHikey STOHOhop!!â The middle child exclaimed. The shocks tingling everywhere in his body.
Mikey finally stopped his tickle attack and gave. Donnie a hug.
âSo are you still grumpy?â Mikey asked with his sweet younger sibling smile. It was definitely contagious. He was just happy to at least try to make Donnie happy.
Donnieâs phone had fallen at this point so there nothing he could really do. âNo.â He responded with a smile.
A few hours later, Donnie decided to continue his journey with the trinket, after finding some inspiration that could modify the blueprints and possibly perform a breakthrough but guess what? It didnât.
After a really long time in his room, Donnie finally âemergedâ from his cave with a frown. He had been defeated. There was nothing else he could do. And he had to face that. But itâs not like him to give up on a project.
âHey! Donatello!â Leo said putting his elbow on Donnieâs shoulder.
Donnie shot him a side glare. âNot. Now.â
âUh oh. Donnieâs in a bad mood.â Raph said with a worried face and a pat to Donnieâs shoulder.
âShould we bring the âtickle gang?ââ Leo asked, walking towards Donnie with menacing wiggling fingers.
âNo. I donât like being tickled.â Donnie responded, turning his back away from everyone. âI just wanna be sad for a moment.â
âThen why do you laugh when we tickle you?â Mikey asked with genuine question in his eyes.
âItâs a involuntary reaction our bodies produce from being slightly touched which causes-â at this point Donnie was lost in his own world. He liked answering questions about the body and how it works, what it does and so on.
The remaining three brothers just watched as he rambled on and on and on and believed that this was their perfect time to strike.
They all came at the purple ninja with wiggling fingers and it just so happens Donnie opened his eyes to face them so he could explain more clearly.
âWAIT NO!â
âNOHOHO WAIT STOHOP!â Donnie exclaimed, laughter pouring out of his lips.
âIHIHI CANT BREHATHE!!-â Donnie was then cut off by the sound of Leoâs voice
âwe literally havenât even touched you yet.â Leo said with a smirk.
That trope...where Person A gets Person B laughing like a child...and sees the beautiful, adorable, wonderful, flustered and happy face of Person B...and just...feels their heart flutter...because they did that.
Woah....
A/N: I got this idea from somewhere that I canât remember. If you guys know what Iâm talking about, please message me so I can give proper credit. Thank you.
âYou know, this is our first real movie night together.â Skeppy pointed out.
Bad sighed, âYes. Which is why we should pick the movie together.â
Skeppy shook his head. âYou only like boring movies!â
âI do not!â Bad gasped, lightly hitting Skeppyâs shoulder.
Skeppy laughed. âIâm picking the movie.â He stated before reaching over and snatching the remote off the table.
Bad gasped again. âSkeppy. Give me back the remote.â He demanded light heartedly, enjoying the in person banter with his best friend.
âAbsolutely not.â Skeppy refused.
âFine.â Bad said, âHave it your way.â He launched himself at Skeppy, the man sent on his back on the couch. Bad scrambled to grab at the remote Skeppy still held in his hand.
Skeppy held the remote tightly, moving his arm high above his head so Bad couldnât reach.
âGive it!â Bad shouted
âNehever!â Skeppy shouted back, giggling from the silliness of the situation.
It wasnât until Bad sat his hand on Skeppyâs stomach that he got a hopeful boost. Skeppy yelped, this first caused Bad to think he hurt him, but the smile curling on Skeppyâs face and the flustered look he adapted changed his mind.
âSkeppy,â Bad smiled knowingly. âGive me the remote.â
Skeppy looked at Bad suspiciously, unable to figure out what he was planning. âNo.â He said defiantly.
Badâs smile widened, âAlright, tell me when you change your mind.â With that, he dug his hands into Skeppyâs sides.
Skeppy yelped, pressing his free hand to his mouth and holding back any further reactions. âB-Badâ He spat out.
Bad only grinned in response, squeezing his sides with precision.
To his surprise, Skeppy was actually about to keep his reactions at bay. Even though he was squirming like a worm on a hook.
âSay something.â Skeppy whined, flustered by the silence.
Once again, Bad was quiet. However, he lightened his touch to gentle spidering on the manâs ribs.
âB-Bahad, stop.â Skeppy could feel his resolve cracking and was only further embarrassed by the knowing hum Bad emitted.
Bad moved his hand to spider in the arm holding the remote in the air. He was satisfied by the squeal and peel of giggles that followed.
âBahahad plehehease!â Skeppy whined again. The light tickling was breaking him much faster than he would like to admit.
âWhatâs wrong, Skeppy? Itâs almost like youâre ticklish or something.â Bad said. He brought his other hand to give the same treatment to the other exposed underarm.
Skeppyâs laughter had squeaks intermingled with it, this only heightened when Badâs other hand came into the mix. The man quickly slammed his arm without the remote down, giggles now becoming unfiltered and his smile free for Bad to view.
âI ahaham! Stohohop!â
Bad smiled fondly down at Skeppy. He moved his hands down to Skeppyâs stomach, delighted by the way it sucked in to try and escape the tortuously light touch. âYou are? Well then this must be really bad for you, isnât it.â
Skeppyâs face was bright red. He wasnât sure what was worse; being tickled by his best friend, or being teased by his best friend. Either way, he was properly flustered.
âYEHehehes! Yehehes, Bad plehehease-â Skeppy was cut off with a squeal when Bad brushed over his belly button.
âYou know what to do to get me to stop.â Bad gestured to Skeppyâs still raised hand holding the remote.
Skeppy shook his head, making Bad sigh and shake his own head.
âJust remember you asked for this.â Bad, who had seen Skeppyâs reaction to him brushing over his belly button, raised Skeppyâs shirt to expose it. He hovered his hand over it, letting anticipation settle in.
âJ-Juhust do it alreheheady!â Skeppy said, arching his back. He quickly regretted his decision when Bad wrapped his arms around his middle and buried his head into his stomach, blowing small raspberries and nibbling along his sides.
Skeppy let out a flustered squeal, cackling into his hands that weâre covering his bright red face.
âIs this good enough for you?â Bad asked teasingly.
âYEHEHES BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!â Skeppy screeched when Bad got closer to the middle of his stomach, babbling out half formed protests.
Bad chuckled, the vibrations sending Skeppy into another round of giggles despite Bad having stopped his movements. âSo, are you ready to give in?â
Skeppy paused, heâd honestly forgotten all about the remote that now just laid unprotected above his head. He thought about it, âNo.â He decided to play with his friend a little longer.
Badâs smile widened. âIâd hoped youâd say that.â He dropped his head back down and blew the biggest raspberry he could directly on Skeppyâs belly button, shaking his head to scatter the vibrations around the area.
âBAHAHAHAD-â Skeppy fell into silent laughter. His voice came back soon, however it was wheezier and he seemed slightly out of breath. Bad took this as his sign to stop, he released his hold on Skeppyâs middle and sat up.
Skeppy wrapped his own arms around his middle, curling up into a little ball in hopes to evade the butterflies still fluttering around in his abdomen.
Bad looked fondly down at Skeppy. His eyes slowly trailed up to see the remote and he quickly snatched it. âNow that thatâs settled-â He said, turning on a movie that was sure to bore them both to sleep, but was at least background noise.
Skeppy didnât put up too much of a fight when Bad pulled him in close, eventually falling asleep resting against his best friendâs side.
Also, I follow the head cannon that Bad can control his height at will and is usually six foot so he doesn't have to crouch constantly to talk to Skeppy lol (This is written to be platonic btw but you can perceive it to be romantic if you want to)
Possible TW for intrusive thoughts and anxiety
"Skeppy! Come on, I didn't mean it" Bad pleaded, standing behind his diamond friend who was stubbornly ignoring him. âIâm sorry, really I am.â
Skeppy crossed his arms, turning his head away from the demon.
âSkeeeeeeeeepyâ Bad whined, tail drooping at his side as he tried to catch his best friendâs gaze but he refused to even spare him a glance. âPlease donât give the silent treatment! Thatâs so mean!â
Skeppy only huffed, keeping his eyes ahead of him and hunching in on himself further to make his point.
Bad had seemed intent on trolling him like he had done to the demon so many times. Heâd found Skeppy sitting on Tommy and Tubboâs bench, watching the land with a glazed look. He was so caught up in the idea of his prank he didnât see the exhaustion and tenseness in Skeppy's posture. Heâd joked about Skeppy not being his best friend, insisting Quackity was instead. Skeppy had been having a bad day as it was, insomnia keeping him up the entire night and his thoughts spiraling into a dark chasm of low self worth. His mind taunted him with scenario after scenario of being tossed aside by his friends and left alone. The jokes became too much for him to handle. Heâd lashed out at the demon, giving in to his anger and vented at someone who didnât deserve that kind of heat.
Heâd stood up somewhere in his blind rage, turning his back on Bad once heâd yelled himself hoarse and felt his eyes prickle with heat. Regardless of Skeppyâs rage fueled outburst meant to hurt him, BadBoyHalo had always been selfless. Instead of âpissing offâ like Skeppy had demanded him to do, (he couldnât find it in him to berate him for the curse), he took the diamond hybridâs words in and immediately tried to fix his mistake.
Skeppy was ignoring him out of spite at this point but he could feel himself crumbling the longer Bad tried to get his attention. Shutting Bad out worked about as well as keeping water in a bucket that had a hole in the bottom.
Silence had enveloped the air, Skeppy only realizing after noticing his friend hadnât spoken in awhile. He forced himself not to look over his shoulder to see if Bad had given up and walked away. The idea made his heart ache painfully. It was the same ache that had made a home in his heart the night before with thoughts of being abandoned...
âSkeppy? Please look at me?â
Skeppy squeezed his eyes shut. Bad definitely hadnât left and he was using his damn soft voice on him, it never failed to make him cave. He blew out a defeated breath, letting his tense posture dissipate. Turning his head marginally to give Bad a side eye, he made sure to keep his gaze plain and void of any emotion. Bad was watching him with kind eyes, his hands wrung together in distress.
âIâm sorryâ Bad said meekly but with no lacking sincerity, âSkeppy I didnât know you were already going through something...Iâm sorry.â
Skeppy held his gaze. Bad was anxiously shifting his weight, tail laying limply beside him and he looked so scared Skeppy was mad with him. Goddamn this guy for being able to break down his walls like they were nothing.
The diamond boy sighed, pressing a fist to his face and let out a shaky sigh. He couldnât find it in him to be petty and keep up the silent treatment. He threw caution to the wind, desperate for some comfort now that he felt like he was going to shatter. âCan I have a hug Bad?â He whispered.
Instantly, arms wrapped around his middle, a tail coiling around his waist and he felt Badâs head rest on top of his fluffy hair. He gripped the demonâs wrists, swallowing as tears filled his eyes. He didnât want to cry. Heâd held out for so long, he hadnât cried in weeks. The burning behind his eyes was unbearable, and the next thing he knew, he was sobbing in Badâs arms, gut wrenching cries making Badâs heart split in two.
âOh Skeppyâ he murmured, squeezing him close, âitâs okay, let it out.â He then started to purr.
Skeppy instinctively pressed himself flush against his friend, the purring had always soothed him faster than anything else. It was familiar, steady, and it reminded him so much of his bond with the demon. Bad only purred around people he was truly comfortable with, people he loved and trusted with all of his heart. Skeppy was one of those few.
âI-Iâm sorryâ he whimpered, turning himself to bury his head into Badâs neck, the purring right beside his ear. âI s-shouldnât have y-yelled but I was s-so- so- B-Bad Iâm sorry.â
Bad made a low sound, his worry seeping into his tone. âDonât apologize, Iâm the one who needs to be sorryâ His hold on Skeppy was tight but comforting. âI shouldnât have gone that far, whether you were having a bad day or not, it wasnât nice.â
Skeppy gave a wet laugh, choked and strained. âFigures youâd be concerned about niceties.â
Bad smiled, nudging his head against his smaller friendâs. âYou know me.â
Skeppy nodded, voice cracking without his permission as he whispered âI do.â
Bad swayed a little, his purring remaining strong but soft, lulling Skeppy into a feeling of safety. It always worked. He gripped the soft fabric on the back of Badâs hoodie, eyes fluttering closed as he took in a deep breath, grateful it didnât shake.
âDo you want to go home?â Bad asked quietly by his ear.
Skeppy nodded tiredly, wrapping his arms more securely around Bad as he knew what was going to happen. Badâs arms slipped around his knees and back, scooping him up like he weighed nothing more than a couple of grapes. Bad set off for their shared home, holding Skeppy securely so as not to jostle him with his steps. The mobs were either deterred from attacking by the torches lining the pathways or the intimidating demon staring them down if they even looked in their direction.
Skeppy shuddered as Bad stepped into the house, the warmth washing over him making him aware of how cold he was in his thin hoodie outside. Bad walked through to the lounge, sitting down with Skeppy still in his arms. He lay back on the cushions, his tail coming around to wrap around Skeppyâs waist. The diamond hybrid curled into the demonâs chest with a sigh, burying his face into the familiar hoodie. A large hand settled on his lower back while the other brushed through his fluffy hair, making him melt further into Bad.
The demonâs purring had subsided much to Skeppyâs disappointment, making his guilt claw at him again. âHe stopped purring because heâs tired of you crying on him, pull yourself together and stop being selfishâ his mind hissed at him.
âSorry for being like thisâŠâ Skeppy mumbled.
The hand in his hair lightly bopped him on the head. âShush Muffinheadâ Bad scolded gently, resuming playing with the youngerâs hair. âYou know I care about you, you donât have to apologize for being upset.â
Skeppy clenched the material between his fingers, his mind twisting Badâs words and whispering the opposite. âHeâs pitying you, youâre a burden, youâre worthless.â
He shook his head. âStill, you shouldnât have to deal with me.â
Badâs hands stopped in their gentle motions, Skeppy hated himself for missing the feeling immediately. His brain was right, he was being selfish. He was taking up Badâs time. He didnât deserve this-
âStop it.â
Skeppy blinked at Badâs voice, low and soft. He blinked up at the demon, horrified to realize his eyes were filled with tears again. Bad was gazing at him with such a sad expression it made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He made Bad upset. He did this.
âW-What?â Skeppy rasped, his voice weak from his earlier outburst and crying.
âStop thinking mean thoughts,â Bad murmured, taking Skeppyâs face in both hands. âPlease Skeppy, you canât keep beating yourself up over the fact that I care about you.â
Fat tears rolled down Skeppyâs cheeks and he stuttered out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the demonâs caring face. âI-I canât help itâ he whispered, âI donât know whatâs wrong with me Bad...am I broken?â
He felt his head being tilted forward and a gentle surface pressed against his brow. He fluttered his eyes open, his vision blurred with tears but he could see Bad. Bad had gently rested his forehead onto Skeppyâs right between his tall horns.
âYouâre not brokenâ Bad whispered, his voice cracking with barely held back tears. âYouâre...youâre you, and youâre amazing Skeppy, I love you so much, please- please donât think Iâm burdened by being your friend, Iâm here cause I want to be. Your head may be saying otherwise, but Iâm here because you matter to me.â
Bad opened his eyes, his white glowing irises seemed to stare straight into Skeppyâs soul. âYou matter to me Skeppy, you may not believe it now, but Iâll keep reminding you until you do.â
Skeppy stared at his friend, his quiet, sincere confession making his toxic brain shut up for a moment. He then let out a small chuckle, void of any mirth but his small smile was genuine. âT-Thanks Bad.â
It was all he could say without breaking into a sobbing mess again. Heâd already done that to Bad tonight and he didnât want to do that again, Bad had done enough already for his useless ass-
âSkeppy.â
Skeppy blinked at Badâs expectant stare. âHow do you know?â He couldnât help but ask, âevery time my brain says something bad, you just...know.â
Bad shrugged with a sad smile. âYou get a look in your eyes, guess Iâve just known you long enough to recognize it.â
Skeppy pulled back from Badâs hands, looking at him in surprise. âYou can read me that easily?â
Badâs smile grew a little more, nodding. âYouâre my best friend,â he said.
Skeppy had to push back the need to cry again at how simple it was. âO-Ohâ he whispered.
Bad exhaled a chuckle. âYeah, âohâ.â He tugged at Skeppyâs sleeve. âNow câmere, I want my cuddle time.â
Skeppy dove back into the embrace, the comforting weight of Bad wrapping his arms back around his middle made him go boneless. He bounced a little as Bad laughed softly. They lay in silence for a long time, Skeppy hugging Bad with a relaxed grip while the demon held him securely and rubbed his back in long soothing motions. It was a very domestic scene, and Skeppy hadnât felt this level of safety and warmth in a long time. Go figure, an overprotective demon from the pits of hell made him feel safe and warm.
He was on the cusp of falling asleep when Badâs fingers dragged a little too close to his hip. He involuntarily flinched at the tingly sensation, mumbling nonsense into Badâs hoodie. The rubbing stopped and sleepy Skeppy was not happy about that. He dragged a lazy hand behind him, knocking at Badâs hands that were paused on his lower back.
âKeep goingâ he mumbled sleepily, dropping his hand back onto the couch cushion.
Badâs soothing motions resumed and Skeppy hummed happily, nuzzling into Badâs chest. He was unaware of Badâs fond smile and watchful eyes. The back rubs continued like normal then Badâs fingers slipped over his side and swiped over the area. Skeppy flinched again, a soft whine pulling from his throat.
âBad?â He murmured.
âYeah?â
Skeppy caught the playful tone and lifted his head to look at Bad with half lidded eyes. The demon was looking at him fondly, but his smile was somewhat mischievous.
âWhy do you keep doing that?â
Badâs gaze somehow got even softer. âYouâre ticklish,â he said simply, âand I want to make you laugh.â
Skeppyâs cheeks heated with a blue tinge, his lips parting in surprise. âY-You...why?â
Bad smiled. âYou deserve to laugh.â
âDamn it Bad. Stop saying such nice things that make me want to cryâ Skeppy thought but he was internally melting at the sweetness of the demonâs words.
He dropped his head back onto Badâs chest, a mixture of tiredness and need to alleviate the lingering heaviness in his heart. He nodded. â...Okayâ he yawned, only half coherent at this point. âJust be gentle mâkay?â
âOf course.â Badâs voice was velvety and filled with adoration.
His left hand trailed back to his side, slowly wiggling his fingers against Skeppyâs side while his right one moved to trial over his back softly. Skeppy hummed lowly, the gentleness of the sensations were still making him want to squirm but it wasnât as intense as the tickling he was used to. He was familiar with rough tickling meant to make you beg for mercy and laugh until you couldnât breathe. The soft, gentle tickling on his skin was nice. Really nice actually.
Bad massaged his fingers up and down Skeppyâs side, smiling at the quiet huffs from the diamond hybrid. âThis good?â He asked.
Skeppy gave a quiet squeak as Badâs nails just got at the edge of his ribcage
âBahad- HEhey!â Skeppy squeaked when he felt a velvety touch brush across his belly.
Bad giggled, nuzzling Skeppyâs hair. âSorry, my tail wanted to tickle you too.â
So thatâs what that was. The soft, sweeping motions on his bare stomach tickled in the lightest, most flustering way. Bad wasnât even trying to tickle him hard, yet his skin was so sensitive to the previous tickling it made him so much more giggly.
âIhihit tihicklesâ Skeppy pressed his face into Badâs hoodie to muffle his quiet, tumbling giggles.
âWell I hope so you Giggly Muffinâ Bad chuckled, skittering his nails up both sides of his ribcage, his tail flicking over Skeppyâs stomach. âAnd no hiding those adorable giggles, I want to see your smile~â
Skeppy shook his head with a wide grin. âNoho.â
âNo?â Bad repeated in faux surprise,
Skeppy shook his head again. âNohoâ he insisted.
âWell that wonât do!â Bad tutted and blew a raspberry into Skeppyâs neck.
âBahad!â Skeppy squealed quietly, ducking his head to hide from the demon.
âYes?â Bad hummed, blowing another into the now exposed side.
Skeppy tried to hide his sensitive neck from Bad, giggling madly, but every time he did, Bad would simply go for the other side. He scrunched his shoulders up to his ears,
âOh, now I canât tickle your neck!â Bad hummed disappointedly. âHow am I gonna see your face now?â
âHmmâ Bad waited for a moment, stilling his hands on his friendâs lower ribs. He then slipped his hands under Skeppyâs hoodie quickly, lightly skittering over his back.
Skeppy let out a high squeal, arching his head up in response to the soft tickling and exposing his blue blush and wide grin.
âAwww there he is!â Bad cooed, âthereâs my favorite smile!â
âNohoâ Skeppy squeaked, his eyes squeezed his eyes shut from Badâs adoring sound. He flopped back down onto Badâs chest, trying to hide from the blatant affection being displayed so easily. He wasnât good with compliments okay?
âYouâre a little squeaky toy arenât you? Squeak, squeak, squeak!â As he spoke, Bad gently pinched at Skeppyâs upper ribs, making him flinch and squeak at every touch. It normally wouldnât be that bad, but the skin to skin contact made it tickle so much more. He usually had high stamina when it came to tickling, but the light tickling was breaking him down a lot more effectively than he thought it would.
âBahadâ Skeppy scrunched his shoulders up as he shook his head weakly. âStohop wihith thehe rihibs.â
Bad giggled and lifted his hands to skitter under Skeppyâs jaw and neck, grinning as the man shrunk down on his chest, turning his head left and right to evade the spidering. âNohoho nohot thehe neheheck agahain!â He whined through his bubbly laughter.
âYouâre so cute,â Bad cooed, his tail wagging happily at Skeppyâs endearing sounds.
Skeppy suddenly squealed, arching and lightly beating his fist into the demonâs chest. âBahad!â He dropped a hand to bat at his stomach as he laughed. âYohour tahail!â
âOh!â Bad giggled in surprise, âI forgot it was in there.â
Skeppy shook his head, the fast flittering twirling over his stomach and waistline endlessly making him curl in on himself. âIhihit tihihickles soho bahadâ he whined.
Bad leant in close to his ear, his fangs peaking out in his fond grin. âDoes it? Does it feel soft and fluttery Skeppy? Is your lil belly too ticklish for some tickles? Hmm?â
âBahadâ Skeppy giggled louder, covering his flushed face in his hands.
âMhm?â
Skeppy was adoring every second of this but he felt his tiredness catching up to him. A night of no sleep and a mental breakdown makes you exhausted, who wouldâve thought? He made a mental note to ask for more gentle tickles in the future, they were really nice.
âBahad gehentler plehease?â Skeppy asked through his bubbly laughter.
Bad complied, dropping his hands back down to Skeppyâs sides and traced shapes into the manâs sides and lower back. His tail wrapped around his waist again, the tip just tracing his stomach in a soothing manner. Skeppy melted into the sensations with a stream of breathy giggles, eyes fluttering closed again as the feelings lessened to a more bearable level.
âCahan you puhurr again?â He asked quietly, voice slurring as he slipped further into a sleepy state.
Bad smiled and let his chest stutter with the familiar rumble, deep and solid and providing comfort to both Skeppy and himself. Purring for demons was showing their full trust in their loved ones. He felt like he was missing something whenever he was out in public with Skeppy, too afraid to purr in front of the others on the server. But here, alone, and holding his best friend, his purrs filled the silence and it felt right.
âFeel better Skeppy?â Bad murmured, voice shaking with his deep purrs.
Skeppy nodded, too tired for words and cuddled closer to Bad to try and show what he meant. He felt a soft kiss be placed in his hair and hummed happily.
âLove you Skeppy,â Bad whispered, squeezing him a little and letting his hands simply settle on Skeppyâs waist.
â âove you tooâ Skeppy slurred, nuzzling Badâs hoodie.
They relaxed in a comfortable tangle of limbs, their smiles remaining as they slept easy. Skeppy felt better than he had in a while. Guess thatâs what happens when your best friend is the sweetest person on the server.
This is based of a video were George, Sapnap and BadBoyHalo have an hour to kill Dream, with periods of invincibility for both teams. While trying to save George, BadBoyHalo gets stuck on a boat with Dream. Dream decides to have a little fun and waste some of Bad's time.
I originally planned this to be more intense, but seen as my first fic was intense, I went softer on this one. More fun tickles than torture.
I'm not sure how the fandom see this, but I headcanon that the manhunt videos and DreamSMP take place in the same universe, just at different times. Dream and his friends used to give each other challenges of hunter and prey before Dream settles to make DreamSMP and invited people to it. Now with all the plot stuff, Dream and his friends obviously don't do the manhunts anymore.
This is all platonic.
((originally this was going to be called Don't Rock the Boat but I worried it would make people uncomfortable))
The manhunt was going as well as expected for the trio. Dream was proving to be as slippery as usual, evading George, Sapnap and BadBoyHalo whenever they got close to killing him. It did not help that Dream had killed each of them a few times and he was getting cocky.
âBAD! HELP!â George screamed as he ran through the grassy biome. From the sound of the steps behind him, Dream was right on his tail.
âCOMâERE GEORGE!â
âBAD!â
âIâm coming!â
Bad ran over the sandy grounds. He came to the other side of the river where he could see George and Dream running on the grassy hill. George was frantic in his run while Dream was a hunter, running with intent.
âBAD!â
âGet to the water!â
Bad ran to the riverâs edge. He pulled out his boat he crafted earlier, jumping in as soon as it hit the water. George tried to head for the water, but he saw the shadow of Dream behind him and panicked, running off away from the water.
âGeorge! Get in the boat!â
âGet him off me first!â
âGet in and we can sail away!â
George made another attempt for the boat, but he had ran too far off. By the time he turned and headed to the boat, Dream made a beeline towards Bad.
âDream no!â Bad attempted to turn the boat, but before he could move off, Dream jumped into the boat.
âHi Bad Boy!â
âGet out! George!â Bad was frantically looking around for his friend, and felt frustration rise as he saw George run over the hill. âGEORGE!â
âIâm sorry Bad!â George gave a frantic apology before he disappeared past the grass. Leaving Dream and Bad alone
âOh Baaaad~â Dream taunted, softly, behind the demon.
âD-Dream. Letâs talk about thisâŠâ
The boat was drifting from the edge, floating out to the middle of the river. Bad considered going going for the riverâs edge but there was no way he could run away fast enough.
âSure Bad. Letâs just get out the boat and have a nice long chat.â
Fear spiked up Badâs spine. âN-No!â
âWell then. Looks like weâre on a boat ride together.â
Bad grunted out his frustration again, and Dream snickered. As fun as it was to mess with him, Dream realised he was trapped too. Bad kept the boat just shy of reaching the open ocean. All he had to do was wait for the rest of the hunters and Dream would be surrounded.
He needed to get outâŠbut he could also have a little funâŠ
Dream smirked and pulled himself forward. Bad turned his head to look over his shoulder and then squeaked as Dream put his hands on Badâs side.
âN-No! Dream! You canât hurt me!â Bad babbled.
âIâm not hurting you Bad.â Dream chuckled. Before Bad could reply, Dream got to work. He lightly skittered his fingers up and down Badâs side. Badâs hoodie was already thin, so it didnât take much pressure for Bad to feel it.
And feel it he did.
Bad squeaked as soon as Dreamâs fingers moved. He wriggled on his seat, arching his bad to get away but Dreamâs fingers followed.
âD-Dreheheheam! Wh-Whahahat are you d-dohohoing?!â Bad giggled.
âIâm not doing anything.â Dream grinned. His plan worked out better than he could have hoped. Not only was Bad ticklish, but his giggles were the definition of adorable. They were as high pitched as his voice, with little bubbles of squeaks between the laughter.
âWhatâs wrong, Bad?â Dream cooed.
âYohohour tihihihihihihickling mehehehe!â Bad let go of the rows to grab for Dreamâs wrists. He tried pushing his friend away, but he had no strength. Dream was literally tickling the  strength out of him.
âAww, am I? Oh well that explains your adorable laughing!â
Badâs cheeks blushed blue as he wriggled on his seat. âNohohohoho!â He flustered under Dreamâs teasing, making his skin sensitive and stomach flip with butterflies.
âDo you blush blue? Oh my gosh, thatâs so cute!â Dream giggled along with his friend. He started pushing in with his tickling to be firmer. His fingers spider walked up to Badâs ribs, squeezing and tickling over the bones.
âNohohohoho! STOHOHOHOP! Dreheheheahahaham!â Bad wriggled to escape but there was nowhere to go. Jumping out was death and even as he was being tickled madly he still had enough sense to know that was the worst choice.
Bad arched his back again, but his body struggled and he fell back, bumping back onto Dreamâs chest. Dream took the advantage, pulling Bad more into himself. He leaned his chin over Badâs shoulder, watching his friend laugh as he played up and down Badâs ribs like a piano.
âDreheheheheam! Plehehehehease!â
âI didnât know how ticklish you were Bad. I should have done this sooner.â Dream whispered into Badâs ear. âWhereâs your weak spot, Bad? Where are you most ticklish?â
âNohohohohoho!â
Dream heard a thumping on the side of the boat. He panicked for a moment, thinking another hunter had snuck up on them to destroy the boat and jump him, but he looked over to see Badâs tail was wagging and hitting off the side of the boat.
Dreamâs heart warmed.
âAww Bad~ Are you enjoying your tickles?â Dream cooed. He slowed down his tickling for a bit, just lightly tracing out the bones and spaces between Badâs ribs.
Badâs face felt like it was on fire. âNononono!â He tried to stop his tail wagging, but all he did was manage to slow it down. As a panic his tail wrapped around Dreamâs arm, stopping some of itâs movement, but the tip still twitched.
âI think youâre liking this, Bad.â Dream chuckled. With the wiggling and struggling, Badâs hood had fallen slightly. Dream pushed his chin forward, hooking the opening of Badâs hood and pulling it back the full way. With Badâs neck exposed, Dream nuzzled into the skin, using his stubble to tickle his neck.
Badâs laugh turned into high giggles. He tried to scrunch his neck but Dream was lodged into the spot.
Dream started tickling Badâs ribs again, skittering up and down from his ribs down to his sides. He took in a deep breath, and blew small raspberries all along Badâs neck.
âDREAM! NOHOHOHOHO!!!â
âDoes Skeppy know how ticklish you are?â Dream whispered. âDoes he tickle you whenever he can? If he doesnât I should surely tell him. Your laughter is too sweet not to hear.â
âStohohohop! N-No teheheasing!â Bad raised his hands to cover his face. The tip of his tail was flicking back and forth on top of Dreamâs arm without his control, making his face burn.
âAwww, does it make you blush when I tease you? Does it make it tickle more?â Dream cooed into Badâs ear. Bad squirmed to move away but the boat didnât offer much escape, and Dream followed him easily. His chin stayed nuzzled into Badâs neck, blowing raspberries and nibbling into his skin.
âNohohohohoho!â Bad unwrapped his tail from Dreamâs arm, beating it against him in some sort of futile attempt to stop him, but also hiding the fact he couldnât stop his tail wagging. Dream chuckled.
âIf you hate it so much, you can always get out the boat. I canât tickle you if you run.â
âBuhuhut th-thehehen youâll j-juhuhust ki-IHIHHI--!â Bad screamed as Dream blew another raspberry on the back of his neck. âNOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!â
Dream took note of the reaction and did it again. Bad screamed with laughter and squirmed back into Dream. If he couldnât get out of Dreamâs arms then heâd push himself as far back into Dreamâs chest and cover his neck.
Dream stopped tickling his friend, but he kept his hand in claw formation around Badâs side, serving as a warning. Bad giggled with the ghostly tickles. He rubbed his neck back on Dreamâs chest, trying to  dislodge the tickly feelings.
âPl-PleaseâŠâ Bad panted. His hands lowered from his face to grab over Dreamâs wrists again. He made an attempt to pull at them, but the hands wouldnât budge. His grey face still had a blue tinge to his cheeks.
âYou can stop this whenever you want Bad.â Dream taunted. âYou just need to get out the boat.â
âY-Youâll kill me if I do!â Bad accused. His tail had stopped now, lazily falling over Dreamâs arm again.
âThen I guess youâre stuck here, in my tickly clutches.â Dream grinned, his fingers just started to vibrate slowly over Badâs side and the demon started squirming like a fish out of water.
âNonono! Nohohoho!!!â Badâs feet started kicking on the bottom of the boat. âDreahahahaham!â
âYouâre hardly even fighting back, Bad. I think you really do like this. Your tail is saying so.â
âDREAM!â
Dream carried on tickling, running his hands up and down Badâs sides and ribs. He moved to try and get at Badâs neck again when he heard a shout from over the hill.
âBAD! Where are you?!â
It was Sapnap, coming in to save his friend after George probably spilled that heâd left Bad alone with Dream. Like a white knight he came running over the hill as Dream stopped his hands.
âDream! Get away from him!â
âDamn. Our fun is over.â Dream grumbled like he was genuinely upset and went back into survival mode. He stopped suddenly, pulling his hands away from Bad and made a jump for the water. He swam for a second until he heard Sapnap jump in the water behind him and then he pulled out a boat and was off, speeding out into the open ocean.
âNO!â Sapnap shouted. âBad! Get after him!â He climbed into the boat behind his friend, glaring at him when he realised Bad wasnât moving, but it switched to confusion when he saw Badâs shoulders were shaking.
âUh⊠Bad. Are you alright?â
âIâm fine!â Bad snapped. The last of the ghostly tickles were leaving his body. His skin was prickly and extra sensitive. He nearly jumped out of the boat when Sapnap touched his shoulder.
âWhat happened between you two?â Sapnap asked, his voice was annoyed they were losing Dream but he seemed genuinely concerned for his friend.
âNothing! Letâs go!â
Bad grabbed the oars of the boat and the two were off. Dream was a green dot on the nightâs horizon but at least they could see him. All they needed to do was catch up.
âBad, what is wrong with your tail? It wonât stop moving.â
Bad felt his cheeks heat up again and tucked his tail under his hoodie.
Summary: Skeppy becomes blue again with no memories of being in the egg or being red Skeppy. So he takes a walk to see an old friend :)
warnings: swearing, big sad, fluffy, is this a tk fic idk itâs not the main focus, a lil sad but happy ending :)
word count: 1950
Skeppy felt, strange today. Not a good strange but not exactly bad. Just a little down. It was only his fourth day being blue again so he supposed it made sense.
Based off of this prompt here I expect my cuddle payment soon anon :3
Niki was incredibly excited to see Wilbur IRL again, and even more so to stream with him. The chat went absolutely crazy when she stepped into frame, waving shyly at the camera with a smile. Wilbur grinned, and rattled off her twitch name and the stream they were going to be doing. Niki listened, keeping an eye on the chat that was spamming hearts and pogs. Wilbur spoke quickly, eager to get into the media shares and started rattling off how chat wasnât funny.