I Dont Know If This Meme Is Dead Or Not But-

I don’t know if this meme is dead or not but-

I don’t know if the funniest part is about how ironic it is that Elijah is driving without a license. Or that the only person who probably has a license is Grayson and they’re in the back. Ruthie wanted to drive but doesn’t even have her temps yet.

Elijah belongs to @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y

Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff

and Ruthie belongs to me!

In Need of Stimulation

Summary: Peter 3 needs stimulation and chooses to bug Peter 1.

(Felt good to write a tickle fic again! ❤️ :) This has been one of the busiest seasons I've had in a while and I missed having the time and headspace to write what I love ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy and have a Happy Monday ❤️ :))

Peter 1 jumped when a hand tazered his side. "EEP!"

"Hiya Bug!"

Peter 1 rolled his eyes, but a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He couldn't be mad at Three. He knew the older Peter was just looking for stimulation and knew he could get it from his brothers' attention.

However, it was fun not to give in straight away. So One purposefully turned back to his Science homework.

A whine escaped the older Peter. "Come on Peeeeete."

One turned the page of his Science book.

"Uno!"

The youngest bit back a smile.

"Peteeee!" Thee poked his side. "Don't ignore meeee!"

One moved to the side but still kept his eyes on his page.

"Hey!"

"Ack!"

One's Science work clattered to the floor as he was pulled into Three's arm.

"H-hey!"

Three swung his brother back and forth. "Unoooo!"

One sighed. "Yehes?"

The older Peter grinned. "Hi."

"Can I go back to my work now?"

"No way!"

"Dude--."

Three angled One upside down so his lower back was on the back of the couch and his neck and head were resting on the seat of the couch. "You need a break!"

"What?"

Any further protests were cut off by a bout of laughter as Three attacked the youngest's tummy with tickles. One arm stayed securely around One's back to keep him from squirming away, but that did not dissuade him from trying his very best. His legs kicked as he squirmed around in Three's hold.

"Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"

"Noho! Threhee!"

"I got your tummy! I got your tummy!"

"Naaa! Leheave myhy tummyhy alohone!"

"But he's so lonelyyy!" Three scribbled around. "My fingers are keeping him company."

"Noho!" One snorted. "Thehey're bahad ihinfluehences!"

"They're the best of influences!"

"Theheyre horrihiblehel!"

"You dare insult my finger friends!"

One nodded as a snort slipped out.

"Just for that!"

Before One could ask, Three unleashed a round of raspberries into the youngest's tummy.

One squealed! His older brother just had to play dirty and break out the raspberries. They were a terrible weapon. Especially with the facial hair Three did have on his face!

After a few more raspberries, One tugged on Three's hair.

The older Peter chuckled as he lifted his head. "Ahall tickled ohout?"

One shook his head. "J-uhust beherried ohout."

"Is that so?"

A blush spread across One's face as Three smirked. "Shut uhup!"

With an ever growing grin, Three lifted One's legs and rolled him onto the seat of the couch.

The youngest bounced. "Oof!"

Before he could get up, Three jumped over the back of the couch and onto the youngest. He sat on One's lower back. "Round two?"

"Shuhut up!"

"Nah." Three skittered across One's shoulder blades. "I think I'll tease you instead."

The youngest dissolved into squealish laughter.

Tickling aesthetic:

“I’m not going to move off of this spot until you describe how it feels to my liking. You’re a writer. Impress me,” the ler says to their lee. Their finger-nails scritch purposefully along the backs of the lee’s sensitive knee pits. 

The lee is bound only by their ler’s weight and their own inability to knit words together in a way that would untangle them from this predicament. There is no sympathy from the tormentor; this is a kindness in their eyes. An ultimatum has been placed before the fatiguing lee. The lee will push through their writing block, or they will suffer.

The peculiar sound of toes and tops of feet banging and rubbing against cotton sheets is muted by the desperate squeals of the ticklee. 

“PLEASE!”

“Please what?”

“plEASE STOP! It feheHELS! LIKE LIGHTNING?!! It ahhaAH! I it’s like f-fireworks without thE boOM? Like h-how throwing a AH! really big b-bohaAHulder - STOP I CAN’T THINK!!! ahhah..into a lake and the ripples it makes looks!” 

The ler smiles and kisses the backs of the lee’s assaulted legs, earning shivers and a small, involuntary kick.

“Okay my darling. We’re getting somewhere. Now…describe this feeling for me, please?” 

The ler inhales a chest full of air, and leans down.

One man, two worlds.

OH MY—

DHDKAHDJFHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!

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Comfort characters redraw meme 🙌🏻💖 Just three goober bois cruising through the galaxy in a hot pink car/ship 💅🏻✨💕

Also Bee just fits in the backseat just. Because

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