#ler michael

[gamequeenanya]

Fredbear's Birthday Tickles (Lee Scott, Ler Mike, Ler Henry)

Summary: Phone Guy goes to Fredbear's Family Diner to check if things are going smoothly. While there, the owner discovers it's his birthday and insists on celebrating! Will he be able to relax and enjoy it or will something go wrong?

…

"Oh Scottyyyyy…!" Mike's voice called from the other room.

Giggling, Scott ran behind a table. He knew that tone of voice.

Having visited Fredbear's for the third time in his life, Scott came to check out the restaurant. Even though he worked at the Freddy's restaurant down the block, it was nice to check out how the sister location was doing.

He'd discovered a boy who was crying on the floor and talked to him, finding his mom, and telling her she shouldn't bring her child here if he's scared. That he has the right to go home if he wants to. The boy looked at him strangely, like it was the first time an adult man had been nice to him, and the mom admitted he was right - that this was his father's idea. It was a little heartbreaking to Scott that the boy was forced to be here; but at least now he wouldn't have to worry. The mom took her son home, the boy looking back at him curiously.

Mike thought it would have been funny to scare his little brother, but he was nowhere to be seen. So he got a different idea. The Freddy's manager was fun to mess with.

"C-come on, Mike! It's my birthday!"

It was years since Scott had babysat him and his siblings and he'd hoped Mike would have forgotten how ticklish he was.

"Haha! Happy Birthday, then!" Mike approached him with wiggling fingers.

"Mike, please!" He squeaked, laughing in anticipation. "No! Hahahahaahaa!"

Wrapping his arms around Scott like an octopus, Mike squeezed his sides and tapped his fingers up and down them. The sounds of a grown man's squeals and laughter echoed through the party room. He hopped up and down in a funny looking dance. Kids and grown ups noticed and laughed along. Scott blushed in embarrassment.

"Hahaahaaahaahaaaa! Oh my gosh, Mike! Haahahahaahaaa! Please stop! Hahaahahaha!"

One particular grown up came over to rescue Scott. As soon as Mike saw Henry, the owner, approaching he stopped. Henry smiled.

"Have we been staying out of trouble, Mike?"

Sheepishly, he froze.

"Heh, it's okay sir!" Scott said, catching his breath. "This is just Mike's way of wishing me a Happy Birthday!"

Mike looked up and nodded.

At hearing that it was someone's birthday Fredbear came off stage, being programmed to greet the birthday person. Waving at Scott, he spoke in a deep dopey tone.

"Hey, I heard it was someone's birthday today!"

Scott opened his arms, letting Fredbear hug him. He knew he'd be safe as long as he stayed away from the head and joints. The feeling of Fredbear's hug was warm and welcoming, the robot knowing exactly how much pressure to use.

Letting go, he smiled. It really was no wonder kids loved Fredbear

And yet, Scott found that he was now stuck. Fredbear was still holding him around the ribs and back. He tried to slip out, but there wasn't enough room.

"Uhh… little help here?" he tried, looking at Henry and Mike.

"Oh, we'll help alright…!" Mike said, with an evil smirk. Henry chuckled as well.

"Sorry Scott, but rules are rules!"

"Whahahaat ruhuhuhules?!" he squeaked. Wiggling to try and get free on his own. Henry slipped his hands under Scott's armpits.

"Why, the rules of whenever a person gets stuck like this, they get tickled!"

Scott froze, grinning with his body stiffened. He wouldn't let them have this. He wouldn't.

Michael came over, smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh Scotty… Haven't you learned by now?"

He poked and prodded at his ribs. Scott let out a girlish shriek. Henry helped by softly but surely moving his index fingers around his armpits, careful so it didn't hurt.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! PLEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHEEEEEEAAAAAAASEEEEEE!!"

"You're kidding…?" Michael said, with a teasing hint. "No one's that ticklish!"

Scott couldn't shoot back at him, but he was SO going to get it when this was over!

"STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAHAHAAAP!" He begged, thrashing to get away from Henry's expert armpit tickles.

Mike took off Scott's right shoe.

"Alright, Phoney. Let's see if this is still your squeal spot!"

He slipped his sock off and held his ankle and top of foot tightly in a headlock. Then he tickled right under his index toe!

"EEEEEEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Scott squealed and thrashed hard, doing his best to escape.

"Or perhaps, it was on your left foot…?" Michael thought, now uncertain. It had been a long time since he'd discovered this trick when Scott had fallen asleep while babysitting him. Mike had decided to be mischievous and had struck gold! He started taking off the left shoe.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEKK! MIKE! PLEEEHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHEEEAAASE!" Scott whined. Meanwhile, Henry had managed to find a pathway for Scott to escape from. He did his best to guide him there with his tickles. He moved to tickle his sides, letting him wiggle a bit higher. "HEEEHEEEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEE! NOT THERE!"

"Just be glad I'm not getting your belly button!" Henry chuckled.

Scott continued laughing and squirming. "NOHOOHOHOOO PLEHEHEEHEHEASE!! I'LL DIHIHIHIHIHIIE!"

Mike overheard it, even though he was busy with Scott's toes. "You sure?"

Henry decided to skitter his fingers all over Scott's belly. He pinched at the sides every so often.

"EEEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEEEHEEEEE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAOOOOO!"

Shaking his head, it was all too much for Scott. The world felt lighter, and then suddenly he was free. Henry had pulled him out of Fredbear's grip.

"Heheheeheheeheeeh…" he laughed, feeling a sense of relief now.

"You're welcome, by the way." Henry said, giving his ribs one last poke. Scott flinched away, chuckling.

Mike gave him back his shoes.

"By the way uh," Mike said with a smirk. "Happy Birthday."

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickles #ticklish phone guy #lee phone guy #ler michael #ler henry emily #my writing #tickle fic #just some silly fun! #lee!phone guy #ler!michael afton #ler!henry emily

[comfytickles]

Tickletober // DAY 8: TRUTH!

With my OCs Loretta and Michael!

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"You have to be honest... for science of course."

For context, Loretta is able to see where exactly people are ticklish hence why Michael is drawn like a diagram.

Also hi guys I'm doing tickletober (probably only a few days lmaoo)

#tickling #tickle art #my art #digital art #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #original character #original art #michael #loretta #tickle monster oc #lee!michael #ler!loretta #hehe #they're so cute

[fluffyficsanddreams]

Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

#sfw tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #lee!michael #ler!william #ler!evan #fnaf tickles #requested

[trashyswitch]

The Hierarchy of Tickle Monsters

Michael and Evan spend their afternoon playing like typical siblings...And then Michael finds out a funny little secret about his little brother. And their father is more than eager to share more about Evan's secret...Whatever gets the little boy laughing rather than crying.

This fanfic was suggested by Danipokemonlover on AO3, and an anonymous user. HEY DANI! ACCEPT MY GIFT, DAMMIT! Anyway, I hope you both enjoy!

1...

Evan was holding his golden Freddy bear, hugging it and fixing its bow. He loved this little bear like his life depended on it. It was about the only thing Evan felt safe with when it came to his father’s animatronics. He didn’t really understand his brother’s love for his Foxy mask…but he didn’t go around laughing at him for it…unlike his older brother, who usually makes fun of him for carrying his teddy bear around. 

Evan began to feel something hopping on his back, but tried to ignore it. 

“Oh! Hey Freddy!” His brother said in an over exaggerated low voice. 

Evan looked to his right to the sound, and widened his eyes when he saw the stuffed animal. “Bonnie!” Evan reacted, reaching out for the stuffy. 

“Ah ah ah.” He muttered, shaking his head and pulling it away from him. 

Evan whined. “Michael! Gimme him!” Evan whined. 

“If you take him, I can’t play with you.” Michael told him with a smile. 

Evan looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye, before grabbing his Freddy stuffy out from his arm. “Hi Bonnie. What are you doing?” Evan asked in his best Freddy voice as he turned to face Michael. 

Michael smiled and started to go along with Evan’s dialogue. “Looking for Chica. Have you seen him?” Bonnie (Michael) asked. 

“No, I haven’t. Have you checked the kitchen? I hear she loves to bake there.” Freddy (Evan) replied. 

Michael smiled. “No, actually. I didn’t think of that. I’ll check.” He started to ‘walk’ Bonnie away. When Bonnie had ‘walked’ a few feet away, he walked back to Freddy with his head down slightly. “She’s not there…” Bonnie told him, sounding disappointed. 

“She’s not?” Freddy clarified. “That’s weird. She loves the kitchen.” 

Bonnie nodded his head. “She’s not in there. Where else would Chica be?” Bonnie asked. 

“What about in the dining room? Is she getting the tables ready for the birthday kids?” Freddy asked. 

Bonnie shook his head. “I usually have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen. And she’s not there.” Bonnie replied. 

Freddy nodded. “Maybe she’s off getting fixed by Uncle Henry.” Freddy (Evan) mentioned. 

Michael laughed a bit in his normal voice, before switching back to the Bonnie voice. “I’ll go check the workshop.” Bonnie offered, lifting up a plastic toy hammer. 

Evan laughed and shook his head. “Thehey don’t use hammers for robots!” Evan reacted. 

“They don’t?!” Bonnie reacted, looking at the toy hammer, and making the toy hammer look back at Bonnie. “Then can you explain why we heard hammering the other day?” Bonnie asked. 

Evan kept laughing, lowering his freddy doll and not even trying to talk in the Freddy voice anymore. “Dahahad wahas fihixing something in the garahahage!” Evan explained. 

“Oooooh! Fixing what?” Bonnie asked. “Fixing what, huh?” he asked, bringing the Bonnie stuffy closer. “Fixing a shelf? Fixing Foxy?” He brought Bonnie slightly closer. “Fixing the old clock that’s in the basement? Fixing WHAT?!” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan started doubling over, laughing a little bit harder as his imagination went wild with images of a cartoon version of his father, smashing the grandfather clock with a huge hammer. Every hit would make wood pieces and nails explode in every direction in a cartoony way, and miraculously always left his father unscathed by the debris. And then to make it even more funny, Michael grabbed a fake analog clock kids toy and made Bonnie started hammering it with the toy hammer, making dramatic smashing sounds. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- IS THIS WHAT HE WAS DOING?! BOOM BOOM!” Michael shouted rather loudly before going right to ‘causing a racket’. 

Evan finally fell over onto his side, just cackling and laughing away. And even when he tried to speak and add commentary, he just couldn’t because of how much he was laughing! 

“Ohoho my god, I knew I was funny, but man…Breathe, Evan!” Michael reacted. Even he himself couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him! 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t!” Evan told him. 

“Oh you can’t?” Michael asked with a smirk, walking up with the Bonnie stuffy. “You can’t?” He asked again, but in his Bonnie voice this time. “What’s making you laugh, Fredbear?” Bonnie (Michael) asked, bringing the stuffy’s face right close to Evan’s. “Is the invisible man tickling you again?” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan was getting all giddy and euphoric from the laughing fits by this point. “Nohohoho, hehehehe’s nohohohot.” Evan admitted. 

Michael smirked and tilted Bonnie stuffy’s head slightly. “Are you suuuure?” Then, Michael shoved Bonnie onto Evan’s chest and started wiggling it around, making fake nibble noises. “OMNOMnomnomnom. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed even louder and more high-pitched, kitty-fighting the Bonnie stuffy for a few moments. 

Then, Michael moved the stuffy away from his chest, and paused his nibbles. 

He went silent…

He took in a deep breath and quickly brought the stuffy’s face up to Evan’s stomach this time, shaking the stuffy again and making more nibble sounds. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael kept teasing and playing. 

“HEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed, kicking his feet and patting the stuffy’s head. 

He moved the stuffy away from his stomach with a short pause…another quiet moment…

A BIG breath…

Touchdown, crazy shaky-shakey, and- 

“OMNOMNOMNOMnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“HAHAHAHAHahahahaha! Mihihihichael plehehehehease!” Evan started to beg. 

Bonnie moved away from his stomach. “Yeeeesss?” Bonnie asked. 

“Ihihihit wahahas fuhuhuhunny behefore, but now Ihi’m tihired.” Evan told him. 

Bonnie stared at him for a good 10 seconds…before shoving Bonnie’s face into Evan’s neck. “Omnomnomnomnom. Good night kisses for the giant child. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Bonnie (Michael) declared. 

Evan laughed and struggled to cover his face with his hands. “Nohohohoho, nohoho kihihihisses.” Evan tried to tell him. 

Bonnie gasped. “No kisses?!” He asked, surprised. “But kisses are the most wonderful forms of affection ever!” Bonnie reacted. 

“Ihihit’s ehembarrassihihihing.” Evan told Michael and the Bonnie toy. 

“Oh, kisses are embarrassing now?!” Bonnie reacted, before planting ‘kisses’ on his neck. “Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah. Imagine what your mother would say if she heard you right now!” Bonnie reacted before giving Evan’s cheeks and neck plenty more ‘smooches’. 

“Mihihihihike plehehehehease!” Evan giggled. 

“Alright, alright.” Michael replied, removing Bonnie from his face and placing him down. “Too much?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked at Michael for a couple moments before looking down, visibly unsure whether he should answer yes or no. “Ummm…” Evan started to say, before visibly blushing a bit more. “N-No…” Evan eventually replied. 

Michael smirked. “Really?” He clarified. “If it wasn’t too much, then why make me stop?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked up, huffing. “You’re being mean!” Evan argued. 

“I’m stating facts!” Michael reacted. “And the fact is, you like being teased.” 

Evan looked at him. “Well…Yeah.” He replied. 

“So you admit it?” Michael said with a smirk. 

“Admit what?” Evan asked. 

“That you like being teased.” Michael clarified. 

Evan nodded his head. “Yes.” 

Michael widened his eyes. “Oh my gosh…” Michael took off running out of Evan’s room, and out to the living room. “MOM! DAD! EVAN LIKES BEING TEASED!” Michael yelled. 

“Michael, we know.” His mom replied. 

“He likes being tickled too.” William added, flipping the newspaper page. 

Michael widened his eyes even more and dropped his jaw. 

Wait, WHAT?! 

“DAD!” Evan yelled. “WHY?!” 

William looked at Michael. “You didn’t know that?” William asked. 

Michael blinked and shook his head. “......No. I didn’t.” he admitted. 

William chuckled and looked back at the newspaper. “Alright. Have fun with that information.” He said before looking back at a portrait picture in the paper. 

Michael turned around and smirked at Evan. 

Evan’s eyes were wide while he stared at her, both scared and exhilarated by seeing Michael become all evil and mischievous. “M-Michael…” He muttered. 

“Michael?” He asked. “Who’s Michael?” He asked next with a smirk. “Y-You’re not-” “Me?” The boy asked. “Oh no no no, I’m not Michael.” He told him before starting to run towards him. “I’m the TICKLE MONSTER!” Michael shouted as he sprinted. 

Evan screamed with both fear and excitement, before he was picked up by Michael and carried back to Evan’s bedroom. “WAIT-WAHAHAHAIT!” Evan laughed. “MIHICHAEL-” 

“Go for the neck. He likes tickly kisses on the neck.” William told him from the living room. “DAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!” Evan yelled before breaking out in squeaky giggles. 

The tickle monster (Michael) started playfully nibbling in Evan’s neck, focusing on holding Evan with his hands while nibbling all over the right side and back of his neck. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael playfully said.

Evan giggled and kicked his legs forward and backward. “Mihihihichahahael! Plehehehease!” Evan reacted. 

“I have no idea who this ‘Michael person’ is. I know who I am, but who’s Michael?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Hehehehe’s my brohohother!” Evan admitted. 

“Oooooh! How wonderful to hear! Tell me, kid: What’s he like?” The tickle monster asked with a smile. 

“Hehehehe’s sihihihilly!” Evan replied. 

“Oh he iiiiis? That’s good to know.” The tickle monster said. “If I ever meet this ‘Michael’ character, what’s something I should know about him?” The tickle monster asked Evan. 

“Hehehehe lohohoves Fohohoxyhyhy!” Evan told him. “Oh yeah? Does he like foxes too?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohow.” Evan replied. 

“I’ll give you a little hint…” The tickle monster leaned into Evan’s ear. “He does.” He whispered. 

Evan giggled and curled his neck to the side, covering up his ear with his shoulder as best he could. “Mihihike plehehehease, ihihit feheheels weheheheird.” Evan admitted. 

“Oh it feels weird?” The tickle monster reacted. 

“Yehehehess! Lihihike a wehehehet wihihillie.” Evan admitted. 

“Wet willie?!” The tickle monster rolled his eyes. “No no no.” Michael put his own index finger into his mouth, licked it and shoved it into Evan’s ear. “THIS-” Michael said, before twirling it around. “-is a wet willie.” Michael teased. 

Evan squeaked and started giggling and whining. “Eheheheewwww! Yohohohou’re grohohohoss.” Evan complained. 

Michael pulled out his finger and flapped his hands around. “Yeah, you’re right…I AM gross.” Michael admitted before putting Evan down. “I’m gonna wash my hands. Hold on…” Michael left the room and walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap the moment he reached it. He started to wash off his finger, rubbing soap on only the finger and rinsing it off. Then, he turned off the water and dried his hands off before leaving the bathroom. 

Michael walked out to the living room and sat down. “So you were right.” Michael said. “His neck is very ticklish.” Michael said. “You’re not a bad tickle monster.” William said. 

Michael smiled a bit. “Thanks, Dad.” 

William chuckled. “Just don’t forget about the best tickle monster within this house.” William added, folding up the paper. 

“You?” His wife clarified. “Says the most ticklish person in this house.” she added. 

“Wha- Meeee?! Noooo.” William muttered, biting his lip as he struggled to hide his growing blush. 

“A little reminder of the mini monster incident?” She said, looking at Michael. “When you and 8 year old Michael had a tickle fight for 20 minutes straight?” She reminded him. 

William narrowed his eyes at his wife. “That’s because he was refusing to give up.” William admitted. 

“And because you were ALSO refusing to give up.” She added. 

“Yeah! I’m not gonna let my 8 year old son beat me as the tickle monster around here.” William added. 

“Too afraid of Uncle Henry finding out?” Michael teased. 

William looked at Michael with a slight bit of nervousness. “W-Well…” He stuttered. “I…” 

“And teasing you about it?” Michael teased further. 

William narrowed his eyes at Michael. “Why would I be scared of Henry finding out you had ‘beaten’ me out as the tickle monster?” William asked. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Because of pride.” She replied. 

William looked at his wife with a warning expression on his face. 

“And because William’s 3 times more ticklish than Henry.” Mrs. Afton added before looking down at her book. 

William grumbled and crossed his arms, acting even more immature than Evan was capable of at this point. Michael had bursted out laughing at this point, while Mrs. Afton was giggling at her husband’s immaturity too. The truth is…Henry is more of a tickle monster than William is. He’s capable of tickling William till there’s no tomorrow. 

But in the hierarchy of tickle monsters, The lower part of the pyramid is Michael. Though he’s low right now, he’ll quickly rise to the top overtime. The middle part of the pyramid is William. Top of the pyramid in the Afton house, but overpowered by just one person…

The top of the pyramid…is Henry Emily. 

And he will remain that way up until the day he dies. 

And...this is it. This is the big finale. This is the last FNAF fanfiction I will ever upload about every FNAF character in the future. If the FNAF movie ends up being really good, then I may temporarily open up the fandom again for the movie...and then close it again once I experience burnout again.

The only exception to this, will be writing about 2 brothers...

That's right, I'm gonna start only writing fanfics for Sun and Moon. And if I end up properly watching it, I may even extend it to The Sun and Moon Show. But...we'll see what I have time for. I still have to finish The Mandela Catalogue...So...

#brotherly love #stuffed toys #michael afton is crying child's older brother #the crying child is named evan #teasing #ticklefic #ler!michael #lee!evan #implied switch!william #mentioned henry emily

[lunarisntlee]

Trapped

Lee: Michael

Ler: Ennard, Circus Baby

Michael was frozen in place by Ennard's mechanical tentacles. They were wrapped around his arms and were now tying them up over his head. Ennard's head was right in front of him, and Michael could see the large red glow of its eyes.

"Well... what are you waiting for? Are you not going to take me apart?" Michael had already unfortunately accepted what his 'fate' was. 

Ennard's tentacles suddenly shot forward, wrapping around Michael and lifting him off the ground. Michael scrambled to free himself, but the mechanical limbs were too strong. Ennard's head moved close to his neck, and Michael felt its breath on his neck.

"So you're just going to stare at me then, hm? Not gonna do anything?"

Ennard suddenly tilted its head, as if giving Michael a better angle of its face. Michael tried to see behind him, but the tentacles were blocking his view. Ennard's head moved closer and closer to Michael's neck.

"Come on... do something... tickle me, maybe?"

Michael instantly felt regret after saying that. Ennard suddenly wrapped one of its tentacles around Michael's torso. It began tickling his ribs lightly, causing Michael to squirm and laugh hysterically. Ennard's eye glow got brighter and brighter as it laughed at Michael's reaction. When Michael tried to pull away, the mechanical arms wrapped around him more tightly.

"pFfT aHhaaAahah eEhhhNnAahaHHaard nOohhOOoho!!" 

Ennard's tentacles began to move down. Ennard tickled Michael's belly, which made him laugh harder. Ennard then wrapped its tentacles around Michael's arms and started tickling his armpits. Michael could not help but let out loud laughs and screams as he flailed around, trying to escape from Ennard. Ennard's eyes continued to glow brighter and brighter.

"BAAHHAAHHAHAH NOHOHOT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHITS-!" 

Michael was now almost completely paralyzed due to Ennard's relentless tickling. Even the slightest touch to his exposed stomach had him kicking and laughing uncontrollably.

As Ennard saw Circus Baby walk into the room, it paused for a moment and smirked. Circus Baby could see how helpless Michael had become beneath Ennard's power, his body writhing around beneath the relentless tickling. Circus Baby then walked over to Michael and began touching his belly as well.

Michael could barely move his body. Every touch felt like it was taking his breath away. Circus Baby now had one of her fingers inside Michael’s bellybutton and began circling it, causing Michael to squirm and laugh uncontrollably despite his best efforts to remain calm.

"AAHAAHHAAAH I-IHIHIHI CAAHAHAANT- YOHOHOUOU GUHUUUUHYS AHAHAARE AHAHASSHOHOHOLES-"

Circus Baby's finger was making Michael laugh and squirm uncontrollably as she continued to circle his belly button. Ennard began to tickle Michael’s legs, grabbing his feet and circling the heels of his feet. At this point, Michael was completely defenseless as the duo’s relentless tickle attack was driving him to the edge of insanity. Circus Baby's finger had now started to spiral into Michael’s belly button, causing him to kick and squirm more vigorously.

"AAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAA NOOHOHOHOHOO IHIHIHIIT TIHIHIIHIIIHHCKLES-"

And that's when Ballora appears. Lovely, more for Michael. The more the merrier. 

And for the rest of the night, Michael's hysterical laughter was heard throughout the place. 

#fnaf tickle #lee!michael #ler!ennard #ler!circus baby #fnaf #tickle fic

[tastybluesprite]

The Kaiser Effect (Blue Lock)

New Blue Lock fic!!!! I’m trying to post more of these. I have some others that I started but still haven’t finished yet lol. I might try working on them and posting them. So yeah here’s some ler!Kaiser and lee!Isagi because I love them. My favorite frienimies lol. Hope you like it! I put more romantic undertones but can be seen as platonic or romantic.

Warnings: Some cursing, also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing then feel free to just keep scrolling.

Summery: When Isagi accidentally walks in on Kaiser working out… well chaos lol…

Isagi flopped back on his new bed. He couldn’t believe how far he made it. Especially after the U-20 match. That alone felt unreal. First it was meeting Noel Noa, his hero! He didn’t ever dream he’d get to meet him so soon. He felt pretty happy with his choice of joining Germany, Munchen Bastards.

After the game between them and Manshine City, Nagi and Reos team, he was feeling more confident than he ever had. He even managed to earn the title “Man of the Match.”

The only thing standing in his way at the moment, was that jackass of a player. Michael Kaiser. He already knew he wanted to take the guy down despite the fact that they’re on the same team.

Just thinking about him made Isagi riled up. Finally breaking out of his thoughts, he sat up. “I’m gonna go train a bit.” He told Kurona, who was seated on his own bed next to him.

“Alright.” Kurona replied with a slight nod as he scrolled through his phone.

When Isagi made it to the training room, he could’ve fainted from shock of such coincidence.

There he was. Michael Kaiser. The blonde with blue tips looked towards him as he was in the middle of lifting some weights.

“Hello there Yoichi.” Kaiser greeted him when he looked up from his weights, bearing an as-if friendly grin.

“Hey…” Isagi said awkwardly, going for the yoga mats. He had taken a leaf out of Rin Itoshis book to try and do more yoga stretching. Isagi figured he needed to have more routine if he was going to surpass all the great players. He took off his sports jacket, revealing his black tank top, somewhat broad shoulders, and muscular biceps. All the training he’d been doing for Blue Lock really bulked him up a lot.

“Yoga huh?” Kaiser asked, tilting his head.

Yoichi Isagi shrugged. “I’m trying to stretch more. I want to gain more flexibility to better improve out on the field.”

“How is flexibility going to make you a better player?” Kaiser asked him, raising an eyebrow. He actually got up and took a seat on the floor next to the younger boy.

Isagi frowned. Did he really need to explain himself to a guy like this? Then he shrugged. “It’s just a routine I’m trying to implement more in my training. I Uh… picked up up from a friend.”

Kaiser grinned. “Well obviously it’s doing something then huh? You sure are a lot more built than you seem.” Kaiser smirked as he poked at his biceps.

Isagi ignored the tingling sensation from the touch as he leaned himself away.

“Do you have abs too…?” Nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared Isagi for when Kaiser then began grabbing at his abdomen, causing an electrical shock-like sensation to the nerves there. Isagi accidentally let out a loud squeak as he flinched.

They both froze for a second, Kaiser looking Isagi with an expression of surprise.

“Whoops, my bad Isagi. Did I tickle you?”

His smirk only deepened.

And before Isagi could tell the guy to fuck off, Kaiser grabbed his sides.

“W-wahahahahahahahait!!!” Isagi let out a shriek before desolving into giggles, uselessly trying to protect his body with his arms.

“Wow that Igaguri fellow was right. You really are ticklish. Here I was thinking I’d have to wait a while until I could do this. But this is better than l had hoped.”

Isagi was distantly thinking how much he wanted to murder Igaguri, when the blonde stuck his fingers up his underarms, which was worse than it usually was due to the fact that he was wearing a tank top.

“S-stohOHoHohohohoahap!!!” Isagi protested, trying to squirm away. God this was so humiliating. He was being rendered to a helpless puddle of giggles in front of one of the regulars of the pro German team.

Unfortunately things became far from over, when Kaiser went for his belly once more.

Isagi shrieked, falling onto his back as he uselessly pushed at the hand that was digging into his belly mercilessly.

“G-GYAHH NOhoHoho PLEhEhEAHaSE!!!!” Isagi squealed. He fucking squealed. Someone either save him or murder him. Then again there would be no difference for him between the two.

“Aw does the great and powerful egoist striker have a sensitive belly~” Kaiser teased with a grin. He honestly couldn’t help find this endearing, watching the younger squirm and kick on the floor, bubbly laughter spilling out of him.

“Hey Isagi, your friend told me another thing. He said that you particularly love to be tickled right here…” Kaiser then brought his hands to either side of his lower ribs, digging into the spot roughly.

Isagi seemed to almost be electrocuted, as he jolted, a screech ripping from his throat.

Just great. The guy just had to get his worst spot. Fantastic.

“Man you are way too ticklish for your own good.” Kaiser chuckled.

“SHUHUHUT THEHE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Kaiser honestly couldn’t help be entranced. The boys cheeks were flushed red, tears beading his eyes, his mouth in a face splitting smile. If he had a word to describe it, that word could only be “adorable.”

Soon Isagis laughter was growing hysterically silent, and he became so weak that he merely lay limp. Kaiser, breaking out of his trance, noticed this of course, and understood he needed a break.

Isagi panted, breathless on the floor. “W…what… t-the… hell… d-dammit…” Isagi was too tired out now to say any form of retort.

Kaiser then suddenly bursted into laughter of his own.

Isagi flinched at the sudden noise, sitting up as he watched his new teammate crumble to pieces with laughter.

“OHohoho myhy gohohod…” Kaiser managed, trying to control himself.

He soon managed to regain his composure. “Hah… wohow… I hahave to say I haven’t laughed so hard in a whihile. Felt amazihing.” Kaiser said, some giggles still escaping.

Isagi frowned. “What are you laughing about?”

Kaiser grinned. “Because I think you’re adorable Yoichi Isagi. I look forward to battling together in the next game.” He said as he got up, making his way towards the door.

Little did he know that the young boy, upon realizing what he had just said, became so red in the face, that he thought he might explode. His brain felt damn near broken.

He supposed that was just the Kaiser effect.

#sprite🥤 #tickling #tickle fic #sfw blog #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tickle blog #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock isagi #blue lock kaiser #michael kaiser #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #kaiser x isagi #blue lock tickling #lee!isagi #ticklish!isagi #ler!kaiser

[bmeef-jermky]

Accusations (Michael/Jeremy)

A/N — ignore the fact I haven’t posted a tickle fic in like almost a year LMAO

“You’re literally so ticklish.” Michael hummed and gently lifted up his head to look up at Jeremy from his quite comfortable position between his legs.

Jeremy’s face felt warm as he glared down at Michael, only half as intimidating as intended. “I’m not even that much. You’re overexaggerating it!”

“Was I overexaggerating it that time we were trying to practice dancing?”

It had been a few days before some school dance in sixth grade. Normally, Jeremy wouldn’t have even thought about going to one, but he wanted to at least try and see what one was really like.

That’s how Michael and him decided to practice dancing for it, not taking it too seriously at all. Until they jokingly tried a waltz and Jeremy would start giggling and squirming at Michael’s hands on his hips.

There was more to that memory, but Jeremy got distracted from it by a gentle squeeze being delivered to his side.

“Hey!” Jeremy squeaked out and grabbed Michael’s wrist quickly, face now going from warm to hot. “First of all, ‘overexaggerating’ wouldn’t even be how you’d say that.”

“Deflecting much?” Michael teased with a smirk as he gently lifted up Jeremy’s shirt.

The anticipation and tips of Michael’s fingers resting on his tummy seemed to break the giggle dam for Jeremy. “Michael!”

“Hey, I’m not tickling you.” He pointed out, resting his head back down on its original place on Jeremy’s tummy before the whole ticklish argument started.

Jeremy played with Michael’s hair, still coming down from his giggle fit as he played with the boy’s hair. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Nope.” Michael lied, eyes closed as he laid oh so comfortably on his dear Jeremy. He was laying the side of his head on Jeremy’s tummy, ear pressed against it.

“Michael, I love you, but this is making me feel pregnant.”

“How the fuck..?” Michael opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Jeremy again, now frowning. “You ruined the moment.”

“First of all, you ruined it first by throwing around these being ticklish accusations. Second of all, because it feels like you’re trying to listen to my nonexistent baby.”

“Well, to address your second comment first, if I were to lay down with my face directly on your tummy for a long time, I would suffocate and die.”

Jeremy’s tummy did somersaults as Michael poked his side with a smile.

“As for the first comment? That accusation can kind of be proven with this.”

And that’s how the giggle dam was broken once again with Michael’s blowing a raspberry on Jeremy’s tummy.

#Jermky Fics #bmc tickle #be more chill tickle #BMC #be more chill #tickle #tickling #tickle fic #I haven’t written something like this in forever I’m kind of embarrassed ngl #Lee!Jeremy #Ler!Michael #Boyf riends #moreso teasing than actual tickles but whatevs #Still some in there lol

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Hi, I'm Rayna, I will be doing tickle fics for fnaf, Mha and other random stuff. Please don't hate.

Characters that I will be mainly using.

FNAF

1. Michael Afton

2. CC Afton

3. Y/N

4. William Afton

5. Moondrop

6. Sundrop

7. Gregory

8. Glamrock Freddy

MHA

1. Isuku

2. Bakugo

3. Kiri

4. Danki

5. Mr. Aziawa

6. All Might

7. Presient Mic

8. Hawks

DSMP

1. Dream

2. Gorege

3. Sapnap

4. Karl

5. Ranboo

6. Tommy

7. Pilza

8. Technoblade

That's all for now everyone please leave no hate. This is my first post.

#ticklish!deku #ticklish!midoriya #ler!glamrock freddy #lee!deku #lee!gregory #tickle thoughts #ler #lee!george #fnaf tickles #ler!sundrop #ler!hawks #lee!moondrop #lee!izuku #lee!midoriya #lee!sun #lee!michael #fnaf tickling #erasermic tickles #hawks tickling #mha tickles #tickle content #tickle art #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!bakugo #tickle dream #tickletorture #tickle dsmp

[alexielve]

@someone1348

HI!! I got you for the mcyt fic event and I really hope you enjoy this!

Tommy had been Tubbo's best friend for a while, from early Lmanburg, to Pogtopia and even past exile, but one thing Tubbo could never get accustomed to is seeing how sad Tommy was. He was no longer his happy, bubbly self. Instead that was replaced by a hollow shell of emotions, with an occasional fake smile. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't concerned, but he didn't want to bring it up with Tommy. So instead, he started trying to make Tommy smile. It went on for a while, from constant jokes to acting overly dramatic, but none of it got a smile out of the blonde. Tubbo began to lose hope before he saw a scene. He saw Ranboo and Michael playing, but not just any playing. Ranboo was using his tail to brush over Michael's tummy while the little piglin squealed and giggled happily. Tubbo looked at the scene with an adoring smile before thinking,

 "What if Tommy is still ticklish?"

So that became his mission, to tickle Tommy and get him smiling again. The next time he saw Tommy he set his plan into action. 

"Hey Boss man!" 

Tubbo smiled as he saw his best friend walking towards him. 

"Hey Tubbo" 

Tommy tried to smile but it came out as a half hearted attempt to seem okay. Tubbo's smile faltered, he just knew he had to make Tommy smile. Time to set his plan into action. 

"Hey bossman?" 

"Hm?" 

"Remember when we were younger, you were always extremely ticklish? Are you still?" 

Tommy flushed and stuttered with wide eyes while trying to act oblivious. 

"O-Of course I'm not what are you on about." 

But Tubbo had known his best friend for years, and definitely knew when he was lying. He tackled Tommy and sat on his waist. 

"Are you sure Toms? Cause if you aren't, you shouldn't mind this!" 

With that, Tubbo began to skitter his fingers all over Tommy's stomach, smiling as Tommy went even redder trying to hold back his giggles. 

"Aww, cmon Toms, let those cute giggles out!" Tubbo teased switching to drilling small circles into his lower stomach. 

With that the dam broke, and Tubbo smiled widely, his best friend was finally laughing again. 

"TuhUhubs- cMohohohon-" 

"Cmon what bossman? Tickle you more? Okay!" 

Tubbo drilled into his hips and Tommy let out a near shriek before bursting into happy cackles. 

"TUHUHUBOHOHO- NAHAHAHA-" 

Tommy snorted as Tubbo raspberryed his stomach. He couldn't lie, this is the happiest he felt in a while, but his need to breathe overlooked how much fun he was having. 

"OHOHOKAHAHAY- STOHOHOP-" 

Hearing that, Tubbo paused and tubbed away the remaining tingles that his friend would be feeling. 

"You okay there Toms?" 

No reply. Tubbo had looked down where Tommy lay and Tommy laid fast asleep. He smiled and played with Tommy's hair. 

"Sleep well Toms, Sleep well."

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #giggles and ghasts #lee!tommy #ler!tubbo #mention of ler!ranboo #mention of lee!michael

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 23: Nerd Character

(Mike and Scott fix the robots so they aren’t so dangerous. Then Scott gets Michael back for tickling him in the past! Note: this is pre-scoop Michael Afton) - (lee Phone Guy, switch Mike, ler robots)

...

Mike enjoyed Scott's company. Truly he did. But Scott did a lot of technobabble Mike knew or cared nothing about.

Since Scott was so sweet, Mike listened anyways.

"...And if the robots ever start being weird and going places they're not supposed to, there's a switch on their backs where you can change how active they are! At parties you want to keep it at 8, but when they're in the maintenaince room, keep it at a 1 or a 0."

On the backs of the robots' heads, there were numbers you could adjust for just that purpose. Scott took his wrench to show Mike the control panel and turned to him with a smile.

Shrugging, Mike told him he'd remember that if it's necessary.

Opening up the panel, Scott gasped.

"What's going on?! W-was this in the original programming?!" He flinched and stepped back. Then he paced around, holding his head. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"

Mike inspected the panel, but all he saw was a lot of ones and zeroes.

"Uhhh, care to explain?"

"Yeah, uhhhh..." Scott looked back at the panel with a wince. He pointed to a small section after the 'personality' program. "This here says that these guys are supposed to bite or chomp on any human that comes near them when they're online!"

"How do we fix that?" Mike said.

Meanwhile, Scott was already typing something on the keyboard linked to the controls. "Uhh, I'm working on it. Just a second..."

He frowned, as it seemed the program overrided all of his attempts to shut down the 'attack' mode.

Poking his back, Mike tried to get his attention. Scott shot up in the air. "Eeek!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... I'm simply curious. Um, is there a way to change the state of the attack mode?"

Scott looked up, intrigued. "W-what do you mean...?"

Mike grinned. "I mean, is there a way to change the attack from, say, 'bite' to 'tickle'?"

He huffed. "A-are you mocking me...?"

Scott remembered all the times Mike and his friends tickled him to tears.

"Not at all. I just think it would be a lot more safe for the customers." Mike replied, looking away coyly.

"Alright. I'll try it..." Scott said with a distrusting glare.

Against all odds, it worked.

...

Scott grinned, as he had a plan. "Are you ready, Foxy? It's showtime!"

"Yarr harr harr!" The robot said. Foxy had his hook replaced with another paw, since they found his hook was too sharp to be around kids. Scott had taken the hook to the maintenance room so they could make it duller. In the meantime, Foxy was good as new! Scott grinned, proud of his work.

"Oh Mike! I think there's something wrong with Foxy!"

Coming over, Mike rolled his eyes. "What is it this time?"

Foxy picked up Mike.

"Scott?! What's this!! Make him put me down!"

Instead, Scott sat back to watch the action. Foxy started tickling Mike's sides.

"EEHEEEHEEHHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEE!" Mike screamed, thrashing in his grasp. "SCOHOOHOOHOOOOOTT!"

Scott laughed. "Consider this my revenge, Michael!"

"OHOHOHOOOOOO! YOHHOHOOUU ARE SOHOHOHOOHO GETTING IHIHIIHIIIIIT!" He squealed.

Foxy tickled Mike's entire torso, including his back and navel, before letting him go. The worst spot seemed to be his ribs, right before they met his armpits. When he set him down, Mike was a giggling, flushed mess.

"My hair.." he whined, the thrashing having messed his beautiful brown locks up.

"Oh, you'll get over it!" Scott rolled his eyes, holding an empty popcorn bag.

Getting his bag, Mike applied more hair gel to try and fix it.

Then Foxy came up to Scott and picked him up.

"Eeek! F-Foxy, please!"

Mike grinned at the karmic justice.

"Let's see how you like it!"

Instead of tickling him, Foxy just froze.

"What?!" Mike said, feeling robbed.

"Heh. G-guess it's another malfunction...?" Scott said nervously, trying to wiggle out of Foxy's grasp.

Getting up, Michael made his way towards Scott.

"Michael, I'm sorry! P-please!"

"It's alright, Scott, I forgive you..." he said with a mischievous grin. "Now, let's get you out of there, shall we...?"

Squealing, Scott wiggled and thrashed before his friend even touched him.

"Please!! Please, Mike!! Eeek! I-I can't stand it!!"

"Relax, Scott. This will only take a minute!!" Mike teased, wiggling his fingers in front of his belly.

Closing his eyes, Scott blushed with a grin.

Then, to catch him by surprise, Mike went for his ribs, making him scream!

"AHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! MIHIHIHIHIKE!"

And he tickled everywhere that Foxy had tickled him, going around to his back, gliding his fingers up his spine and squeezing his hips.

Scott was shedding tears already. "AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA!! IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!"

Mike was sure to trace his armpits gently, since he remembered Scott had a bad experience being picked up as a kid. His soft tracing was super effective, making Scott devolve into endless chortles.

Then he moved away to trace along his neck, making him turtle. And he decided to tease him as well.

"Aww, is poor cute Scotty ticklish...? And does he like it when people tickle him?"

His face was completely flushed now. Shaking his head, he whined. "M-Mike, please!"

Michael chuckled. "I mean, I think we all know the answer to that!"

Then he unbuttoned his security guard shirt and traced along his tummy.

"AHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAASEE!" He shrieked.

"Is that the anticipation, or is it really that ticklish...?" Mike genuinely wondered. "I mean, I know your stomach's your worst spot, but..."

"LEEEET MEEHEEHEHEHEHEHE DOHOOHOHOHHOWN!"

"Nah." And he scribbled all over his tummy, making note of how toned it was. "I see you've been working out!"

Not expecting a compliment, he flushed even more. "EEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! MIHIHIHIHIIIIKE!"

He booped the button and blew ten tiny raspberries over it, relishing in Scott's reactions. Which consisted of squeals, shrieks, and begging. Finally, he gave Scott a rest, letting him catch his breath.

"Ohohohoho goohooohoodness!" He panted, slumping in Foxy's arms.

"Gee, I'd have thought that would have worked. Oh well!" So Mike tried to remove Foxy's paws from Scott himself. He wasn't as tech savvy, but he got an idea. Lightly tickling under Foxy's arms, he teased the fox robot about his own sensitivity. To his surprise, it worked and Foxy dropped him!

"T-thanks, Mike..." Scott mumbled, still tickle-happy.

"Yeah, no problem! And guess what? Foxy's ticklish!"

Scott came over to examine him. "No way!" He wiggled his fingers on Foxy's tummy. From the voice box came the sound of a pirate's laugh!

"Yahahahaahahaar Haaahahahahahaarrr Haahahahaharrrr!" And Foxy covered his stomach.

"Heh, amazing!"

At that moment, William Afton came into the restaurant and unlocked the door to his office, promptly walking inside and closing it.

"Hey, you know what I think...?" Mike said. "We should have the animatronics get my dad!"

Scott looked panicked. "A-are you crazy?! He'll kill us!"

Mike stopped to think. It may have been meant metaphorically, but he knew William was capable of rather evil things. "Well, let's just wash our hands of this so he doesn't know it was us! All evidence removed. And if he gets too close, it's out of our hands!"

There was a chuckle and a snort from Scott. "You know what? You're right. ... I mean, once he finds out the program was changed he'll probably reprogram them. But you can't say we didn't try!"

Patting him on the back, Mike nodded. "Good man. For now, let's just subtly warn customers of the dangers of this place. Serves father right for endangering his own business!"

In the coming weeks, Mike and Scott did just that. Reminding customers that there are rumors surrounding this place and that the animatronics are dangerous if you get too close. And William was getting a little stranger each day. Business was good, and there were no more child murders in the past few months. Which felt unnerving to William. He discussed it with Henry, who seemed happy. Scowling, he realized there was something up.

So William decided to try and fix them, starting with Bonnie. But once he approached Bonnie, the large rabbit grabbed him around the waist and tickled him mercilessly.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAA!! WHOHOHOHHOHOOOO DDIHIHIHIHIIID THIHIHIHIIIIHIHIHIIIIS?!" He shrieked like a girl, and kicked wildly.

Mike and Scott tried not to laugh as they continued to work.

Well, it was fun while it lasted! They both thought.

[The End.]

#tickletober2022 #stolen from laughust #just cause I liked this prompt better #fnaf tickling #fnaf tickles #tickle fic #my writing #lee phone guy #lee scott #ler michael #lee michael #ler foxy #and switch everyone in a way #other than william #rip william #rest in pieces

[bylertruther]

it's so cute to me how lucas really is will's biggest cheerleader 🥺 he sees will and just immediately goes 😍😊🥰🫂💞🙈🥳🧑‍🤝‍🧑💕😽🤗😁. turns into the human equivalent of :D!!!!!!!! and it's even cuter that will is just as excited to see him every time, too. the way they run up and hug each other and do their signature little back pats that they don't do with anyone else. the way they hop up to each other like little bunnies bc they're so giddy. "BYERS!!!!" will never hesitating to hug him and always moving to hug him first. lucas giving him a high five as he walks by. the way that they're smart individually but share a single brain cell when they're alone together. the way that theyre not afraid to give each other REAL chest-to-chest tight genuine hugs. the way that they partner up when the party has to do something physical. the way that they look at each other whenever anything happens and have the same exact expression on their face. the way that they always manage to make time for each other and actually enjoy spending time together. the way tht will always takes lucas's side without hesitation and lucas went to the gate BY HIMSELF fully aware that it was dangerous at age twelve to find will. the way that lucas includes will in his plans and hypes him up. the way tht will can't stay mad at lucas and lucas always makes sure to apologize even if will doesn't want to hear it and even if he has to bike across town in the pouring rain and thunder to do it. the way tht lucas tells max not to bring up what happened to will to him bc he wants to protect will and doesn't want him to get upset and doesn't think any less of him. the way tht will felt babied by lucas but never doubts his friendship and knows they can always pick up where they left off. the way that will painted lucas as a knight in shining armor riding in on his white horse with his sword raised high. the way that they're TRUE best friends until the very end! the wizard and the knight! the cleric n the ranger n their beloved fireballs!!

#byclair #amazing how none of this is fanon and instead just whats happened on the show #they're besties!!!! #lucas says he's cold so will gives him his flannel n mike's like i'm cold too 🥺.... #and will just whips around like 🤨🤨??? did i or did i not tell u to bring a jacket? (insert mike's sputtering here) exactly. 🙄 #then cue mike's grimace as lucas says enjoy the breeze mike 😌 #bc their favorite pastime n love language is of course to bully their dear friend michael<3 #by/ler could be dating n mike would STILL be a third wheel during his own date if lucas is involved GDVDHSJSNSJ #i cannot help but love the boy bestie-isms #thts a pure real friendship full of love n respect !!!! #mine

[trashyswitch]

A Tickly Christmas Tradition

William comes home from work, to the house completely empty. Where is everyone? Suddenly, William's captured and...Tickled?! What in the world is going on?!

For a little christmas treat, I made a FNAF game fanfic. This prompt was actually an idea in a discord server that I was in last year. It was a funny idea brought up by @anxious-lee-ler...back in 2022. Specifically Dec. 14, 2022. Sorry it took forever for this one to be made. But despite that, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas Eve!

“Guys! I’m home!” William yelled as he put his bag down at the door. He took off his jacket and his work shoes, before walking past the living room into the kitchen. He looked around the house, and noticed that the house was practically empty. “...Hello?” He looked in the kitchen some more, and checked the bathroom. “Hellooooo?” He called. 

He walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, wondering if anybody was napping, or playing in their room. But when he looked in the kids’ rooms, he found them messy, but completely empty. He looked in the room he shared with his wife, and found it was vacant as well. Weird…

He went down the stairs, and called for them one more time. “Hellooooo?” He yelled. “MICHAEL? ELIZABETH?! CHRIS?!” He called. But he stopped as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. He couldn’t find his family anywhere! And it made no sense! Their second car was here! How could the car be here, but his family be completely gone?!

Suddenly, someone grabbed him underneath the arms and pulled him away. 

“AH! LET ME GO!” William shouted. Someone else wrapped a tie around his eyes and upper nose. “HEY-” he reacted, trying to remove the eye cover. But as he struggled strong and hard within the arms of the stranger, William felt someone…tickling his sides and ribs?! “ST-STOHOP- WHOHO IHIHIS THIHIHIHIS!?” he asked, trying to feel around for anyone who might’ve been standing there nearby. He could quickly tell that the tickling fingers were small, nimble fingers…almost from a little kid!

“Don’t worry, Dad. It’s us.” Michael told him, poking his fingers in his belly button.  

He could feel his fears slowly diminishing. Though he was thankful this was his family, he was still left incredibly confused by their actions. Why was someone tickling him?! Who was holding onto him? And WHY?! Suddenly, his legs were picked up by someone. “Whahait- Whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihihing?” William asked, waving his hands around. 

“Taking you to the living room.” His wife told him. “We’re creating a new Christmas tradition that I think you’ll love too.” She told him. 

“Whahahat ihihis ihihihit?” William asked. 

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.” Elizabeth told her father before grabbing the lights from the decoration bin. 

William felt as his body was wrapped in rope that sounded suspiciously like Christmas lights. His gelled hair was ruined with what felt like a Santa hat followed by a…headband??? And weirdly enough, his shirt was unbuttoned followed by his socks being taken off. 

The confusion that filled Afton’s mind was overwhelming. NOW what was his family up to?! Why were they tying him up?! Why was he wearing a Christmas hat?! And how was a Christmas tradition that involved him being tied up, supposed to be fun for him?! 

“Not close to his face, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told someone. 

He could feel something being sprinkled onto him. He couldn’t for the life of him, figure out what it was! It felt strange on his belly. Whatever it was, it sounded like it came out of a pepper shaker of some sort. Were they dumping sprinkles onto him?! No, wait…sprinkles would be slightly heavier than this. This stuff felt completely weightless. What is it?! 

“Okay. Take off the blindfold, Liz.” His wife said. 

Elizabeth nodded and removed it from his face. “There!” 

William squeezed his eyes shut as the bright light filled his eyes. Squinting, he looked in front of him, and found his 4 members of his family standing in his field of vision and stretching their arms out excitedly. 

“SURPRISE!” They all said in unison to William. 

William widened his eyes and looked down at his body. Right away, he got all his answers. He was right! He really WAS wrapped in Christmas lights! And he did have a Santa hat, with a headband! Only…this headband had a yellow, glittery star hanging down in front of his face. And if there weren’t lights covering his shirt and pants, then there was most definitely glitter. Wait…the sprinkly things he felt were glitter?! A bit of yellow glitter that came from the felt star on his head, and bright green glitter absolutely everywhere else. 

William was mortified. “What in the- Why is there so much glitter?!” William asked, more shocked than angry by this point. 

Elizabeth giggled as she held 5 empty glitter bottles in her hands. “Oh…No reason, papa.” Elizabeth said with a shit-eating grin on her face. William groaned in annoyance. Elizabeth only ever called him ‘papa’ when she was in a mischievous mood. Who the heck thought it would be a good idea to give Elizabeth the glitter?! 

And then to make matters worse, Chris was giggling right beside him and STILL shaking the rest of the green glitter onto his lower leg. 

“Okay, okay…I think it’s empty, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told her youngest. 

Chris nodded and pulled the other empty glitter bottles out of his pockets. Chris had 5 glitter bottles as well! His two youngest children had managed to use 10 separate 16 oz. bottles of glitter on their father!! 

That was- like- 20 cups of glitter!!

“Oh……my god…” William muttered aloud. 

Elizabeth giggled. “Did we overdo it?” She asked. 

Michael laughed. “Nope. In my opinion, he needs more.” Michael joked, pulling yet ANOTHER 16 oz. glitter bottle of his own out of his pocket. 

“NO-” Mrs. Afton took Michael’s bottle. “10 full bottles is plenty enough.” She said, placing it aside. 

William looked at the glitter, and blew a puff of air…and the extra layers of glitter blew with the air, over to his crazy family! Mrs. Afton and Elizabeth squealed and covered up their faces to prevent themselves from getting covered. Chris opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch the glitter on his tongue like they were snowflakes, while Michael closed his brother’s mouth and gave him a stern look. “Don’t eat the glitter.” He ordered his brother. 

“You are all gonna clean this whole mess afterwards. And I am NOT. HELPING.” William warned, shooting his wife a hairy eyeball expression. 

Mrs. Afton was unphased by his threatening look. She was almost awaiting the look, just so she could say her wonderful comeback. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll clean it up while watching the video recordings of you laughing your head off on the TV.” his wife told him, hinting at his demise. 

Laughing his head off- What?! 

“What do you mean ‘laughing your-’?!” William widened his eyes as he saw their youngest child, holding feathers in his hand. William widened his eyes and quickly remembered that his shirt was unbuttoned. “...Oh no…” he muttered. He quickly remembered that his socks were off too! “OH NO!” He curled his toes, suddenly fearful. 

“Now do you understand what we’re cooking?” Mrs. Afton asked with a smirk. 

William stuttered in shock for a second, before narrowing his eyes at his wife and kids. “Don’t you dare…Don’t you ffffff-” He quickly changed his word. “-Ffffffreaking dare…” He warned. 

“Ooooh, you’re lucky.” Mrs. Afton reacted, before bringing her fingers closer to his belly. “Cause if you swore…we would’ve made sure you REALLY regretted it.” She told him. 

William yelped and wiggled around, trying to get his belly away from her fingers. “D-Don’t! Why are you doing this?!” He asked, a small wobbly smile building on his face. 

“Because it’s fun!” She told him before touching his belly. Just her little nails’ touch was enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on edge. “Plus, I know you’re gonna like this~” She told him, before dancing her fingers all over his belly. 

William jumped and winced, trying not to laugh right away. If they were going to make him laugh, he was going to make it a challenge. His family was going to have to work hard to get him to laugh like they want. If they were planning on playing games with him, he was going to play too. 

“Ooooh, holding out on us?” His wife asked before looking at Michael. “Get your hands ready. We might need you to help break your father’s walls down.” She told her eldest son. 

Michael nodded his head and readied his fingers on his upper ribs. “Ready, Mom.” Michael replied. 

“You’re not gonna go for his armpits?” She asked. 

“Nah. His armpits kinda stink.” Michael replied rather bluntly with a chuckle, waving his hand close to his nose for extra humorous effect. 

“Sh-Shutup!” William spat through his teeth. 

She laughed at her kid’s bluntness. “It’s not gonna get any better, Michael.” She teased playfully to her son. “But, you do whatever you want.” She said, before winking at him.

Michael smirked at the wink. That was his cue to start. “Yeah. I will.” He replied proudly, before  immediately starting to skitter and scratch at his father’s upper-to-middle ribs. 

“NonONO-” William squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as the biggest wobbly smile they had ever seen on the father and husband had filled his face. He was visibly straining to not laugh. Apparently, it wasn’t just his armpits and belly that were ticklish. It actually looked like his upper ribs were just as bad, if not more ticklish than his armpits! And it appeared that Michael knew this all too well. 

“I wanna tickle his stinky feet!” Elizabeth teased as she ran up and picked up her Dad’s foot. 

“NO! Leavemyfeeheetalooone!” He grunted and protested through his teeth. 

Mrs. Afton laughed. “Sure, go ahead!” She replied. “Hey Chris?” She said, looking over at her youngest. “You sure you don’t want to join?” She asked. “You can prop up the camera and join in, if you want.” She encouraged him. 

But Chris shook his head and walked the camera closer to his Dad. “Mhm! I’m recording Daddy’s girl laugh!” He told his Mom. 

She laughed at her youngest’s reply. “Just keep the camera steady, alright?” She told him. 

“Yup!” He replied, popping the P. 

William could feel his lungs starting to fail him a lot faster than he was expecting. He knew growing older usually affected one's body…but his lungs too!? What a terrible time to figure this out! 

Soon, little titters and hisses started to exit through his wobbly grin. Mrs. Afton lit up upon hearing that. “We’re close! Liz, go for his toes!” She told her daughter. 

Elizabeth quickly separated the big toe and 2nd toe, before sliding the feather back and forth in between his toes. “Coochy coochy coo, Daddy!” She declared. 

William finally broke out in strong, high-pitched laughter. His laughter was so unlike his body frame! And his family was well aware of this fact. “BWAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” He pleaded. 

“Okay, stop!” She ordered her tickling kids. Michael and Elizabeth removed their hands from their respective spots, while Mrs. Afton did the same thing. No one was tickling him, yet his laughter was still quite heavy and strong. But just as fast as it broke out, the laughter seemed to calm down into giggles, before turning into breathlessness mixed with chuckles. 

“Yohohou guhuhuys…” He muttered a little bit. 

“Okay…” Mrs. Afton made a signal…and with this signal, came an eruption of squeals and laughter. 

“eeEEHEEK! WAHAIT- NOHoho! Lihihiz!” William yelled and laughed. 

Elizabeth smiled and opened his toes with her index and middle finger, before fluttering the feather very gently into his toe crevice. “Tickle tickle!” She teased. 

“How did you learn to do that?” Mrs. Afton asked her daughter. 

“Michael! He taught me!” Liz told her Mom. 

Michael chuckled awkwardly. “Well…I may have tried it on her a few times…” He admitted. 

“I see~” She replied. “And where did you learn it, Michael?” She asked next. 

“.....Dad.” Michael replied with a laugh. 

Mrs. Afton bursted out in laughter. “Is that so?!” She reacted. “Having any regrets yet, Will?” She asked her husband. 

William nodded his head “YEHEhehehes!” He replied. 

“Alright. Liz, let’s give your brother a turn to tickle.” She told Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded her head and removed the feather, earning her a high-pitched squeak. 

William’s eyes widened the moment the feather flew out of his toes. It tickled SO MUCH MORE than Liz’s see-sawing EVER did! “eEEHEEK!” He went limp in the chair. “Ohoh gohosh…” He muttered, shaking his head.

Michael skittered his fingers on his ribs. “Tell me, Dad:” He started tickling in between the ribs for a bit. “How bad does this tickle?” Michael asked. 

William jumped and snorted, leaning his head back and giggling in a somewhat girly way. “EEheeheeheehee! Prehehehetty bahahad!” William admitted. 

“Okay…” He quickly switched to tickling each and every individual rib. “What about this? Is this better? Or worse?” Michael asked curiously.

William gasped and cackled, shaking his head left and right and throwing the bouncing felt star all over the place. “aAAHAHAHA! NOHOT THAT! IHIHIT’S WOHOHORRRSE!” He shouted. 

“Oh god!” Michael reacted. “It’s really that bad?!” He asked, tickling the individual middle ribs.  

“YEHESYESYEHEHEHESS! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” William pleaded. 

“Alright, alright.” Michael switched to tickling between the middle ribs once more. “I’ll do this instead.” He told him. 

William snorted and started giggling in the high-pitched voice all over again. “Ohohohokahahay, thahahahanks.” William told him. 

“Would it be too much for you if I joined back in?” Mrs. Afton asked. 

William shook his head. “Nohoho, ihihit wohouldn’t nohohohow.” He replied. 

Mrs. Afton smiled and started gently tickling the soft of his small beer belly. “I’ll be gentle.” She told him. 

William jumped and sunk his stomach in slightly, but to no avail. Not only did sinking in his stomach fail as a preventive strategy, but it also ruined his ability to breathe. So he breathed in as much as he could, before falling into an endless stream of high-pitched giggles. 

“Thihihihihis ihihihihis weheheird.” William told him. 

“Oh, hush your mouth and laugh, our 6ft Tickle Tree.” She teased. 

“Wh-Whahahat?!” William asked. 

“There’s a reason you’re covered in green glitter.” Mrs. Afton explained. “Can you tell him why?” She asked Chris and Elizabeth. 

“We wanted you to look like a christmas tree!” Chris told his father. 

“That’s why you’re also covered in Christmas lights with a star on your head.” Elizabeth told him. 

“HAhahahaha- Whahahahat?!” He reacted, unsure how else to react to this information. 

Michael chuckled. “I didn’t want to join in originally…” Michael looked at his Mom. “But then Mom mentioned ‘tickling’, and I quickly changed my mind.” Michael admitted bluntly. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Trying to throw your own mother under the bus, I see?” She asked. 

“What?! No!” Michael put his right hand up. “Honest!” He pointed his index finger at his Mom. “But I may be throwing myself under the bus.” Michael admitted. 

“Alright, alright.” Mrs. Afton replied, double-checking to make sure Chris and the recorder were doing okay. 

“Wait…How does the song ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ go again?” Michael asked. 

Elizabeth's eyes brightened. “Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your branches!” She declared, saying the lyrics instead of singing it.

“You’re very close. It’s ‘How lovely are ‘thy’ branches’.” Mrs. Afton corrected. 

“Okay. So…what if we sang ‘oh christmas tree’, but we changed the word ‘branches’ to ‘laughter’?” Michael asked. 

Elizabeth gasped. “YEAH!” She shouted excitedly, stopping her tickle attack. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are thy laughter!🎵” She sang. 

Michael hummed. “I think ‘your laughter’ would sound better in this situation.” He admitted. 

“I think I have to agree with you, Michael.” Mrs. Afton replied. 

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” Mrs. Afton sang. 

The kids joined in with their mother. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” 

Mrs. Afton continued the song. “🎵Your precious giggles fill the air, and warm our hearts with tender care,🎵” She sang in her gorgeous singing voice. 

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” The kids sang. 

Michael stopped his tickling and sang the next verse. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” Michael sang. 

“Not bad!” Mrs. Afton reacted. “🎵Each year you bring us delight, with every shining grin so bright,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” She finished. 

“My turn, My turn!” Elizabeth declared. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees🎵” She sang. 

The other Aftons bursted out laughing. Did Elizabeth just come up with a word to make the verse work?! 

“🎵Your high-pitched squeals of festive cheer, give hope and happiness all year,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree-🎵 

They all sang together. “🎵We learn from all your giggleeeees.🎵” They all sang. 

William chuckled and nodded his head with a smile. “I would clap, but…My hands are kinda tied.” He told them. 

Everyone burst out laughing at this. Mrs. Afton walked up and unplugged the Christmas lights. “Let’s get this off you.” She said, removing the Christmas lights from around him. 

“Thank you, love.” William said, leaning in for a kiss. She wiped a few green glitter pieces from his mouth and kissed his lips. 

“Eugh…Gross…” Michael muttered aloud. 

“Awwwww!” Elizabeth reacted, holding her hand on her chest. 

Chris giggled, zooming in on his Mom and Dad’s kiss. 

“🎵I saw Mommy kiss the tickle tree, underneath the christmas star last night🎵” Chris started singing. 

Mrs. Afton and William both broke their kiss and looked at Chris, laughing at Chris’s lyrics. 

“🎵She didn’t see me creep, down the stairs to have a peek,🎵” Elizabeth sang. 

“🎵She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep🎵” Michael sang. 

“He wasn’t!” Chris declared. “🎵I saw mommy kiss the tickle tree, Every little giggle filled the night!🎵” Chris sang. 

“🎵Oh what a laugh it would’ve been-🎵” Liz sang. 

“🎵If Daddy had only seen-🎵” Michael sang. 

Everyone, even William, joined in together for the last part. “🎵Mommy kiss the tickle tree last niiiiight!🎵” 

#fluff and humor #christmas fluff #christmas tree #i saw mommy kissing santa claus #oh christmas tree #family fluff #crying child is chris afton #ticklefic #ler!mrs.afton #ler!michael #ler!elizabeth #ler!chris #lee!william

[bennyzblog]

The "All Time" Weakness of Mike Wheeler

Byler ficlet <3 - Lee!Mike, Ler!Will (takes place in S2)

Warnings : tickles

It was a Friday night at the byler house, since it was planned for a week, Mike and Will were allowed to have a sleepover as long as they stayed quiet. But tonight Joyce said she had an extra shift at work, and Jonathan would have to look after both the boys while she was gone, Will seemed annoyed but Mike just seemed to not really care. It was about 9 pm and there was no sleeping tonight for both, so with enough convincing, Will and Mike were asking eachother questions.. like about secrets they have or something. But the thing is, they couldn't like about it. Will was lie a human lie detector, his gut told him whenever someone lied to him and he trusted it!

"Okay so do you have a crush?" Mike asked, turning his head so it portrayed a curious tilt. Will seemed to think about this question, a small tone of pink gracing his cheeks.

"..not so sure actually, I haven't thought about anyone like that in a bit since im being called zombie boy n shit." Will laughed nervously while Mike gave him a sympathetic smile, Will waved his hand in a 'its fine I'm used to it' kind of way, he didn't really wanna talk about what happened at school anyway.

"Hmm. Okay I have one!" Will has been curious about something for awhile, he thought it was a bit weird but.. here goes nothing!

"Are you ticklish?" The brunette asked, his eyebrows raising as soon as Mike's face turned a bright red. Mike.. personally didn't mind getting tickled unless it was by his family, he thought it was a way to bond but!! Nobody in the friend group even knew about this weakness, even if he craved for it after 3 years of not receiving it. He didn't like the idea of anyone but him and his family knowing, but he also did want other people to know?? He wasn't so sure.

"N.. No??" Crap he stuttered, and the answer sounded more like a question. A big grin came over his face to cover his nervousness even though it was horribly obvious that he was lying. You didn't even need Will to tell you that. He tensed once he saw the look Will gave him.

"Remember Mike, I said to only tell the truthhh." Will reminded him, and Mike grinned and nodded, fidgeting with his pajama shorts.

"Okay maybe a little b—"

"You know for lying I think you deserve some penalty, my paladin." Will's demenour changed from his regular timid one to a very evil looking one, he switched his sitting position to a knealing one and wiggled his fingers at Mike. Who gulped and started to get up. Of course Will wasn't gonna pass up an opportunity like this. Mike BOLTED out the room, and right after came Will. Soft music could be heard from Jonathan's room, so as long as his music was loud enough they wouldn't be heard. He soon caught up to Mike and grabbed him with a big bear hug and dragged him down onto the couch, a long string of giggles came from both of the young boys as they collapsed onto the couch laughing.

"Nonono, willllll.... we can talk about this right buddy?" Mike nervously asked, while the other gave him a disgusted look for calling him buddy.

"You know just for that I'm tickling you for longer." As he finished that statement a whiney no came from Mike, but it was too late to beg. The brunette scribbled his nimble fingers up and down the ravenette's sides, the other bursted into childlike giggles a gentle shake of his head in response.

"Wihill! Nohot fair!" Mike whined, squirming in the grip of the shorter boy. Even being short, Will was actually stronger than Mike, everyone found that actually amusing. Will chuckled and he kept his arm over Mike so he stayed bound, his other hand drifted to his stomach, and he poked and prodded, and sometimes scribbled randomly. A string of goofy sounds and snorts mixed in his giggles floated through the air.

"Jeez why did you never tell me about this? This is way too good!" Will exclaimed, giving a few more pokes before going to find another spot.

"Behecausuehe of THIHI—" Mike was about to finish his sentence when will squeezed his knee, He kinda had to lean into him to reach but it did wonders! Because he made his best friend squeal before eventually releasing him from his grip, Mike playfully collapsed onto will making them both shriek with giggles while Will light heartedly tried to push the other off of him.

"Jeez will, you're evil!" Mike chuckled, and a breathy giggle came from Will.

"Not evil, just wise." Will gave a dorkish grin as Mike got off of him, He paused once he looked at him though.

"Now will... I'll have you know im a man of.. revenge!" And with that he pounced on Will, instead of Mike's laughter it was Will's, soon after it dissolved into a tickle fight leaving them both breathless and giggly once they finished.

———

I HAVE NOT SEEN ENOUGH TICKLISH MICHAEL WHEELER ..

Anyways byler <3

#sfw tickles #writing #tickle fic #lgbtq+ #pride month #gay #byler #michael wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler #lee!mike #ler!mike #lee!will #ler!will #stranger things #stranger things tickle #bennyzblog

[tklpilled]

30,32,56 where tachi is tickling gin first and then she turns the tables and finds out he's just as ticklish if not more perhaps 👁️

"it's been forever since i've heard that laugh!"

"what's with the bad mood? i think that may need to be remedied."

"this is gonna be fun."

"St-stohop it," Gin giggles, one hand hovering around her face, like she wants to cover it and she's not sure what to do without her mask.

"But it's been forever since I've heard you laugh," Tachihara complains, pressing into Gin's upper ribs to get her to squeak. "Actually, I don't think I've ever heard it."

She hiccups, her voice breaking when she gets too loud due to her never using it. "B-b-behehe f-fuhuhunnier, then!"

Tachihara grumbles, squeezing her sides and eliciting a squeal. "I am funny," he growls. "You and the old man just don't have taste."

She seems to laugh harder at that, and Tachihara falters—her laugh fills his stomach with butterflies. He doesn't realise he's slowed his fingers to a near stop until she grabs his wrists, shoves them off of her and flips him so he's on his back and she's above him.

She smiles, and it's still so cute but it makes him flustered for more reasons than one, now.

"Stop frowning," she says, back to her naturally soft voice. "Or I'll have to help fix it."

He's giggling before she even touches him—how embarrassing, because he doesn't giggle and he's not ticklish but here he is anyway.

"Stohohop," he chokes, bubbly laughter pouring out of him once her fingers start dancing over his stomach. "G-Gihihin, I swehehehear—"

"You're really ticklish," she says, half teasing and half intrigued. "This might be fun."

Tachihara's hands are free, but he forgets that they're there—he does, okay, he is not just letting her tickle him because he likes her—and leaves them to flail around desperately as she tickles up and down his sides.

And then he does remember them, but he still leaves them be—stop looking at him like that, Gin, it's not like that.

#this took too long im SORRY #i love them #ask #michael-something #coin tag #bsd #lee!gin #ler!tachihara #lee!tachihara #ler!gin #tickle fic #arty writes #whatever my tags are

[mysteriouslee]

*Super cool title*

lee!Chase ler!Logan ler!Michael

(Ive only seen season 1-2 and some eps of season 3 of Zoey 101)

Yelling ensued in the dorm of Chase, Michael and Logan. Michael and Logan had found some reason to be argueing again and it was driving Chase insane.

"WILL YOU GUYS QUIT IT" yelled Chase. The latter looked towards them and began voicing their opinions.

"He did this, he did that, that's all I hear from you two bozos. Figure a way to solve this!" cussed Chase.

It was surprisngly silent for a good 30 minutes, Chase got a good amount of homework done with no distraction. Michael and Logan came up to him and stated they found their tie breaker.

"So what is it you knuckle heads are gonna do?" said Chase befote her was pushed unto a bean bag.

"What the-" muttered Chase.

"We decided that we're gonna tickle you and you decide who is the better tickler" said Logan.

"I'm sorry what?" questioned Chase

Both wiggled their fingers towards Chase who tried to get away but was pinned.

"Guhuys this is unecehesahry" Chase was nervously giggling before it evem happened.

"I bet I make you real nervous huh Chase" said Michael who received a scoff from Logan.

"If anything, he's nervous about me" responded Logan.

Michael attacked Chase's tummy prompting Chase to curl up an suck in his stomach to try and get away from Michael's fingers. Chase tried to slap at Michael's arms but that was when Logan attacked his armpits.

"Nahahahah guhuys stahap" giggled Chase.

"If you tell us who's better" said the other two in unison.

Michael blew rapberries which caused Chase to jump in his place and he began laughing harder. Logan pulled his hands from under Chase's underarms and went to Chase's ribs and vibrated his fingers which got a stronger reaction from Chase.

"LOHOGAN NAHAT THEHERE"shrieked Chase.

"HAH" yelled Logan triumphantly.

Michael frowned.

"You think you've won huh, you don't know his weak spots like I do" said Michael who wrestled Chase to lie on his stomach. Michael lifted Chase's shirt and began poking and prodding Chase's back and Chase wouldnt admit what happened next. Chase snorted.

Logan began nibbling Chase's ribs and Chase was pounding his fist on the ground

"AHAHAHHA *SNORT* HAHALP" pleaded Chase.

Michael and Logan ceased allowing Chase to breath.

"Now tell us, who' the better tickler" demanded Michael.

Chase greedily took in more air and glared at the duo im front of him. Chase can't believe he's been drafting into something so dumb. Even if he did slightly enjoy it.

"I think that the best is...." Chase paused for tension.

"Yes?" responded Logan.

Chase threw a pillow at them, rolled away and was out the door.

"Get back here Matthews!"demanded Michael and Logan.

#sfw tickling #tickling community #tickle fanfic #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle community #zoey 101 #chase matthews #logan reese #michael barret #lee!chase #ler!logan #ler!michael #zoey 101 tickles

[happyandticklish]

Okay, so hear me out

Caleb squeezing Adam’s knee under the table while having dinner with his parents, and Adam trying so desperately not to react. His parents shooting him odd looks after a giggle almost slips out, and Caleb’s just smiling innocently while Adam’s glaring daggers at him.

#adam hayes #caleb michaels #tickle headcannon #the bright sessions #tbs #tickling #headcannons #caladam #teasy ler caleb gives me life you dont understand