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I’m so normal about Ler!Miguel……………..

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Awwwwww how adorable! Miguel found a more comfy position :)

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This is something I’ve been working on for a few days now. I figured I’d push myself into making a longer animation and perk up a friend in the long run.~ So glad you like it @stardroptickles It’s the longest animation I’ve ever done. XD Hopefully I can try doing this again sometime.

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do you think the mechs are ticklish?

YESSSSSSSSS

"tickle tickle tickle~" this 😬 and "kitchykitchycoo~!!" that 🙄 yK WHAT REALLY FUCKS ME UP?? "Tktktktktktk!!~" LIKE. FAMILY GUY DEATH POSE. AND REPEATEDLY TOO??? LIKE LITTLE FLURRIES OF "Tktktktktk!!~" JUST GO AHEAD AND CREMATE ME DAWG I'M SIX FEET UNDER 😭

SWEET CHERRY TO THE STARS ✨ I am DECEASED >\\\\< !!!!

Guess who’s rewatching transformers with her parents?! I love bumblebee and sm I need to draw him more often. This is my simplified design I made for him because I suck at drawing mecha/robot stuff.

Alastor repeating the word tickle after noticing how flustered the Lee gets from it? 👉👈

Two asks with one shot :]

Even though I flubbed on the accent a little bit, I still had a LOT of fun with it lol. Enjoy!

Never ever mess with the Radio Demon

Summary: Playing pranks on the Radio Demon himself is never a good idea. Something Charlie has to find out the hard way, when Alastor finally runs out of patience with her childish antics…

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. Also a little warning for some swearing. And last but not least: Platonic "charlastor", because I couldn't help myself. :3

Word count: Almost 6000 (I swear these stories of mine getting longer and longer XD)

Authors note: It's not exactly a third part of my previous two stories (This one and also that one), but can be seen as such. Even though writing this story flustered the hell out of me, I still had a lot of fun with this. Buuuuuut I don't have the "balls"to upload this one to my Fanfiction.net account (yet), so it will stay on my tumblr account only (for now). I tried to add some "tickle talk" in here (because I just LOVE teasing lers ;3). I think I already did that years ago with some of my Supernatural tickle stories, but I can't remember this anymore. Let's just say I tried and I hope I delivered XD. And now excuse me, but I will go back to hiding under a rock... XD

PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^

By that way, this is for the anon who send me this cute ask:

I tried to add this and I hope you'll like it. I, for myself, love this idea (but poor Charlie XD).

And now have fun reading :3.

(I am also open for more ideas for new stories, for I am having so much fun writing these fics :3. My ask box is open for you guys :3)

UPDATE: Revenge story can be found here.

Never ever mess with the Radio Demon

As fast as she could, her hooves carried her through the dark corridors of her hotel. She ran as fast as her surroundings would allow her, taking as many turns as she could to outrun him, because she knew that if he got his claws on her she would be screwed!

A laugh swelled behind her, soon filling the entire hotel corridor and a shudder ran through her body, as flickering lights accompany the sinister laughter.

“Run, darling. Run as fast as you can. You can’t escape from me~.”

She forced herself to run even faster upon hearing this and when she dared to turn her head briefly and look behind her, her eyes widened, for there, in the darkness, two glowing red eyes peered straight at her and she could make out the outline of his broad grin, as he sauntered slowly behind her, hands crossed behind his back, as if this were harmless child's play. And to him it was, because Charlie knew how entertaining this hunt alone was for him. Even if hunting was something he usually didn't like to do, as he had once told her, but for her he made an exception today, it seemed. Great! As if her situation wasn't shitty enough already…

Admittedly, she herself was to blame for this misery, because he had warned her often enough and she hadn't wanted to listen and now she had to face the consequences. But she wouldn’t make it easy for him and she would run away from him for as long as she could.

She quickened her steps, as she turned the next corner and saw the hotel lobby ahead of her, where the hunt had begun.

When she slithered into the lobby, it was empty except for one demon, who was standing behind the bar, looking as grumpy as ever. There was no sign of the others and Charlie knew she was on her own.

Vaggie and her father had left the hotel not too long ago, as the two fallen angels wanted to stretch their wings, as they called it. Lucifer had offered Vaggie to fly with her that morning and for Vaggie it was a huge honor to fly with the King of Hell himself and so she had gone with him earlier, beaming with joy. Angel was at the Vees' to shoot another movie and there was no sign of Niffty either. The little demoness was probably out somewhere in the hotel, cleaning something or chasing after some roaches again.

So there was only one demon left...

"HUSKER!!!"

The bartender flinched, as Charlie literally shouted his name at him and only seconds later, the princess of hell was standing in front of his bar. Completely out of breath, with a wild beating heart in her chest and with pure panic in her eyes, she looked at him, silently begging him to help her out of this situation she has gotten herself into.

"Husker, please! You have to help me!"

Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she knew no other way out than to come to him and demand help. But whether he wanted to help her was a completely different question. Especially when the sinister laughter once again echoed through the hotel corridor from which the young demoness had just emerged. A shadow slowly appeared on the floor. A shadow, with big antlers on its head and a devilish grin on his face and that was the moment Husker knew he wanted nothing to do with the whole thing.

"Whatever you did, I want nothing to do with it. I'm definitely not messing with Alastor!" the cat demon said with a growl in his voice and Charlie's last shred of hope, of getting out of this in one piece, disappeared with such dismissive words.

She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a startled squeak, when she suddenly felt a dark aura behind her and shortly afterwards, two clawed hands placed themselves gently on her shoulders. From the way Husker flinched and how his fur bristled, she knew Alastor was standing behind her, still half presenting his demonic form.

"What a wise decision, Husker. At least someone who knows not to mess with me."

The words were calm and yet they sent shiver after shiver down Charlie's spine, as she could clearly hear the warning in that usually charming voice of the Radio Demon. Especially when the hands squeezed her shoulders to give the words more strength and let her know that he had actually meant her and not Husker.

"Now if you'll excuse us, my old friend. Charlie and I have something to discuss..."

More goosebumps all over her body and she felt the grip on her shoulders tighten. He was silently letting her know that he wouldn't let her get away and that she didn't even need to try.

But that was exactly what she did.

Charlie desperately tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling wildly back and forth and Alastor was so surprised by that, that he actually loosened his grip briefly and she was able to break free. But she didn't get far, as he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, pinning her against his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere, my dear!”

"NO! Al, please!!" she shrieked, a laugh mingling with her voice that she could no longer hold back.

Husker, meanwhile, stared questioningly back and forth between the two of them.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you guys starting to lose it too, or what did I miss?" he asked, as Alastor joined in the princess's laughter, as he lifted her slightly off the ground and turned around with that wriggling, giggling something in his arms and tried to carry her into the direction of the hotel hallway they had just come from.

"If you're determined to find out what I am going to do to her, you're welcome to be the next guest in my today’s broadcast."

Husker's eyes widened as these words reached his ears. He suddenly realized the danger Charlie was in, but...why in hell was she laughing so hard? She should be scared for her life if Alastor took her into his radio tower. After all, he knew what he did to his victims there...

"You don't really want to do that, boss? She's Lucifer's daughter! You can’t be serious!"

Alastor had managed to throw the still laughing Charlie over his shoulder and held her tight, to make sure she wouldn’t get anywhere. He gave the cat demon his widest grin and something mischievous sparkles in those red eyes of his.

"Take a good look at her, Husker. Does she look to you like I threatened to maul her, while broadcasting her agonizing screams for whole hell to hear?"

"Not really."

"Then there's nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me...as I mentioned, Charlie and I have some unfinished business to deal with. Don't we, darling?"

He didn't even wait for an answer and only seconds later, he and Charlie had disappeared into the corridor from where they had come from, leaving a befuddled looking cat demon behind.

Husker could only look after them with a disbelieving shake of his head.

Yes, everyone in this hotel seemed to be going crazy lately. If even Alastor was already getting involved in some silly games...He couldn't even drink that much alcohol to put up with this shit anymore...

Meanwhile, Alastor had almost reached the door that led to his room. He could have simply teleported into his radio tower with Charlie, but where was the fun in that? It was much more fun to take his time and delay the inevitable on purpose; just to torment her some more. So he walked slowly, almost strolling through the dark hotel corridor, ignoring the playful punches that rained down on his back. The only way for Charlie to defend herself against his strong grip. But the deer demon remained truly unimpressed by these pitiful attempts. He just kept walking, grinning maliciously as the young princess got more and more lost in her laughing fit, even though he hadn't done anything yet.

Oh yes, this was already entertaining for him and he would make sure that it would get even better, once he had reached his destination. It was also a welcome change from the now monotonous life in the hotel. Although he had had a lot of fun pestering Lucifer a little since he had moved into the hotel, but he had to hold himself back a lot as he had promised Charlie and he was a demon who kept his promises...well, at least some of them...

"Al! Please! Let me go! We can talk about this!" Charlie's voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Fingers clawed into his back, pulled lightly at his overcoat and he had to control Charlie's wriggling legs with his free hand to avoid getting kicked.

"Now you want to talk? I'm sorry, my dear, but it's too late to talk now. I warned you several times what would happen if you dare messing with me, but not once would you listen to me. Instead, you play one prank after another on me, provoking me by constantly poking my sides, no matter where I am or who is watching and last night you even had the nerve to send me Angel Dust while I was sitting in the bathtub, because Niffty made me take a bath. Do you know what he wanted from me, Charlie?"

As he asked her this question, the princess's laughter grew louder and she could probably guess what Angel had wanted from him.

"He seriously wanted to oil my hooves...and other parts of my body! And he called me an elk! It was bad enough that he saw me naked, but this? This was the most outrageous thing yet and something I will not tolerate! You seem to forget with whom you’re messing with and I am very happy to remind you of that, sweetheart. When I am done with your punishment, you will think twice of messing with me ever again!"

The last words were accompanied by a low growl, which gave Charlie goosebumps again. She could also well imagine why Angel had come back to the lobby so quickly last night...with a totally distraught look in his eyes. Apparently Alastor had presented him his demonic form, because Angel had sworn last night to never make a single sex joke in his presence ever again.

"I-it was just a prank, Al. Don't you have a sense of humor anymore?”

They had now arrived at his door and he slowly unlocked it, before stepping into his room just as slowly, locking the door behind him and then throwing Charlie onto his bed; only to take off his overcoat and roll up the sleeves of his shirt; just for a dramatic effect, of course, and to tease Charlie a little more.

When he turned to look at her, she squeaked and hid under his blanket, making him roll his eyes. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that the sight didn’t amuse him. And something like this seriously called herself the princess of hell. She didn't exactly behave like a princess. But perhaps that was exactly what he liked so much about her. She was almost always cheerful, had a smile on her face and managed to cheer others up or motivate them. But when it came to playing pranks at his expense, the limit was reached. Princess or not, he would teach her a lesson today which she wouldn’t forget so quickly; he would make sure about that.

"To come back to your question: I do have a sense of humor and understand fun. Only my kind of fun might be very different from your kind of fun," he explained, as he slowly sauntered towards his bed, grabbing the blanket and pulled it off Charlie in one swift move.

"How about I show you my sense of humor? I am sure you will love it, because you will have a lot to laugh about…"

He didn't even wait for an answer, but grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him.

"No, no, no! A-Alastor please dohohohn’t!"

“You can beg me as much as you want to. It won’t help you, for I won’t show you any mercy and you better save your strength, for you will need it very soon…”

Her cheerful laughter soon filled the entire room, as he wrapped his arms around her middle, lifted her up and then carried her unerringly to his radio tower, which was right next to his room. He had to give her credit for one thing: she really did try to fight back with all her might. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him from carrying her to his radio station. His shadow did the work of locking the door behind them, so that they were undisturbed, before he disappeared again. But not without giving Charlie a sardonic grin that made her stomach do somersaults.

It was the first time she was in his radio tower. He'd had to build it from scratch after Adam had destroyed the hotel. Normally she would have found it exciting to be allowed to see the inside of Alastor's radio tower, but at that moment she had no eyes for the interior, only for the door that loomed closed in front of her sight. Once again, she pounded her fists against his back, but it only earned her a low chuckle from him and, unchanged, he carried her to the small vintage wooden bench that stood in front of his radio desk.

As he sat down with her, Charlie made a last-ditch attempt to escape and climb over his shoulder, but he was quicker than she was, seeming to have anticipated that she was trying to escape from him, because he quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her back. When she came to sit on his lap, he wrapped his right arm around her stomach, pressed her back against his chest and slid the small wooden bench a little closer to his desk.

"NO! AL, PLEASE DON'T!" she squeaked loudly, as he reached with his free hand for the ancient microphone that stood on the desk and slowly pulled it in her direction. And it was at that moment, that she realized for the first time that he was no longer carrying his microphone staff. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen it since the fight with Adam. She wondered what had happened to it? A question she really wanted to ask him later...assuming she survived what was about to happen to her now...

By now, she was laughing so hard that she could already feel tears in her eyes. Alastor hadn't done anything yet and the Radio Demon just sat there in silence, watching her with a broad grin and waiting patiently until she calmed down on her own.

It took a few moments, before her laughter died down and silence returned to the radio tower.

Still giggling softly, Charlie let herself fall against his chest and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt his chest vibrate against her back as he chuckled softly.

"Calm down, my dear. I haven't done anything yet," he teased her and he took great pleasure in noticing the slight blush on her cheeks that his words had triggered.

"You don't have to."

Amused, he raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip around her middle a little, as he felt the fighting spirit return to her body, as she began to fidget again.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to, because you don't seem to want to learn any other way, Charlie. No one messes with the Radio Demon without consequences. Not even the princess of hell. And here we are now. I'm sure you're familiar with the stories they tell about me in hell and what I do with the demons I take into my radio tower. However, it will be a little different for you..."

His words were calm, teasing and yet warning at the same time and they were accompanied by claws that began to walk gently across her belly. The princess immediately burst into another fit of giggles and bend forward at the same time. Her hands rushed to his, trying to push his claws off her belly, but she couldn't do it. A twinge of mirthful panic rushed through her body, as his claws slowly picked up the speed, wiggling softly into the fabric of her thin shirt, since she didn't wear her blazer. Something she regretted now...

"Ohhh, what's wrong, sweetheart? Does that tickle~?" he asked, highly amused, his voice almost being a purr of true satisfaction and his eyes sparkled with mirth as well, as she started squirming in his grip.

"Yehehehehes!"

"Peheheherfect."

Almost immediately, Charlie felt her cheeks catching fire, as Alastor mimicked her teasingly and her fit of giggles quickly turned back into a full-blown fit of laughter that she just couldn't hold back anymore. At the same time, she threw her head back, right against his shoulder, kicking her legs a little and squealed with pure mirth, as his claws continued to move over her belly, tickling softly and yet so effectively, always in search of those little spots, that would make her squeak so adorably.

“What’s wrong, darling? Is this already too much for you to handle? Are you that ticklish~? And why are you looking away from me? Can’t you look into my face right now~? Come on, Charlie~, let me see that smile of yours.”

"Y-you ahahahasshole!" she squeaked out between fits of laughter in response, as his claws hit a particular ticklish spot on her belly.

Immediately the tickle attack stopped and Alastor pressed her even closer against his body, bending his head down to her so that his breath tickled her neck, leaving her in a steady fit of giggles.

"What did you just call me?"

His voice continued to be playful and yet a slight threat resonated within it, but she knew he wasn't really mad, that he was just teasing her, that he enjoyed this little game and she'd be lying if she would say that she didn't enjoy these playful moments too. So she gladly went along with the little power play, but kept her head turned away from him, as she addressed her next words to him.

"Are you going deaf, old man?" she shot back and this response completely threw Alastor off his act for a few seconds. He blinked a few times, before he had processed the words she had just hurled at him.

He really had to hand it to her: she had great courage to speak to him like that. So far, only one demon had ever dared to be so rude to him. A well-known TV demon, whose name was now enough to make his blood boil. But the difference between Charlie and Vox was that Charlie didn't mean what she said. And yet he let her words provoke him. He slid a little closer to his desk with her, switched on the old microphone and then stretched out his free hand towards one of the buttons on his control panel.

"See that button there, Charlie?"

She hardly dared to look, but she did anyway and nodded her head shyly, but still giggling.

"On Air" was written in large red letters above the button, but they weren’t yet lit up, showing her that he hadn’t yet switched her live.

"Shall I push it so all hell can hear how incredibly sweet you can squeal when I tickle you in all the right places?"

The teasing words caused an anticipatory tingling in her stomach and hastily she shook her head, starting to wriggle in his grip again in a pitiful attempt to free herself, but she didn't manage it. When she saw his finger slowly approaching the button, she couldn't stand it any longer. Laughing, she too reached out a hand and grabbed his, clawing at his wrist and trying to stop him from pushing the button.

"NO! Al, please don't! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I promise I won’t prank you anymore, I swear! Please don’t do this!" she squeaked, as she wrestled with his arm, but he stayed where he was, his finger getting closer and closer to the button and she could already see her life flashing before her inner eyes.

"It's too late for that now. If you mess with me, you have to face the consequences. And yours start in three..."

"No, Al! Don't!"

"...two..."

"PLEASE!"

"...Oooooone~..."

A loud scream suddenly cut the air, as the hand, that was still lying on Charlie's belly, came back to life and Alastor attacked her belly button through her thin shirt with his index finger. Laughing loudly, the young demoness let herself fall back against him, arching her back and trying to get his hand off her belly at the same time.

"Oops, I must have pushed the wrong button, hmm?" he purred teasingly into her ear and he had to laugh himself at all those lovely sounds, coming out of her mouth. She twisted wildly back and forth now, trying to pry his hand off of her and all the while laughing her heart out and squeezing her eyes shut, as the mirth rushed over her like a tidal wave.

Apparently he had hit the jackpot already...

"How cute~. The princess of hell has a laugh button on her belly~. That information alone would be worth a live broadcast, don't you think?"

His continued teasing made it so much worse and she almost jumped out of her own skin when the remaining fingers of his hand started moving as well.

"Let's see if I can find any more buttons like that," he whispered playfully into her ear and as his claws scratched gently over her shirt, it happened: a noise that sounded like the bleating of a young goat escaped from her throat; so loud that it filled the entire radio tower. The hand on her belly immediately came to a halt and Charlie, completely shocked by the sound herself, clapped her own hands over her mouth.

An awkward silence suddenly fell over the small radio station and Charlie felt like her head was going to explode from embarrassment at any moment. And it didn't get any better when Alastor started laughing. Quietly at first, but then louder and louder and more and more unabashedly, until the Radio Demon's own eyes were filled with tears of joy.

"What in the unholy hell was that?" he asked through his fit of highly amused laughter.

Charlie didn't answer, kept her face turned away from him and hidden behind her hands. She simply couldn't and wouldn't look him in the face at that moment. It was just embarrassing! It was rare for sounds like that to escape her throat and so far only her father had managed to do that when he had been fooling around with her many years ago. She had thought that it wouldn’t happen again. But apparently she had thought wrong...

Claws broke through her thoughts, tickling her sides and catapulting her back into a fit of laughter in a matter of seconds.

"Do that again," she heard Alastor say excitedly, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction again. She squirmed wildly back and forth, managing to turn around on top of him and quickly hide her bright red face in his chest.

But Alastor was stubborn. He kept tickling her with both hands now, looking for that one spot that would elicit that sound from her again and sure enough, his claws found that one spot one more time. Charlie's fingers clawed into his shirt, as she laughed into his chest and as the claws grazed the sides of her belly, the bleating of a young goat mingled with her laughter once more. And again, and again, and again, until Alastor was forced to stop tickling her, as he was laughing almost as hard as she was by now.

"Stop laughing, Al! That’s not funny!" Charlie grumbled into his chest, as the Radio Demon doubled over in laughter. He held her with one hand so that she wouldn't fall off him and Charlie couldn't help but join in his laughter. It just sounded so contagious to her and the whole situation was so stupid and maybe it was exactly what she needed after all the stress of the last few months. Just letting go, laughing, having fun and forgetting about all the bad things that had happened...

And from the looks of it, Alastor was feeling no different. He seemed to have been through a lot too...and he was probably still going through a lot. When she thought about it, she had rarely seen a genuine smile on his face. One, that even reached his eyes. When she looked up at him briefly and shyly, she saw the cheerful laughter not only on his lips but also in his eyes. Something that filled her heart with great joy. And he seemed to feel the same way, considering that his cute little deer tail was wagging excitedly the whole time, as she managed to get a short glimpse at it, when he was slightly bending forward in mirthful laughter...

"And how funny that is hahahaha! The Princess of Hell sounds like a goat when she is being tickled too much, oh, that's too good!" he said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with his free hand.

A growl escaped Charlie's throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alastor and his laughter died down to giggling. He was looking down at her, as she lifted her face from his chest and looked him in the face again. Staring up at him darkly, she growled once more, before sitting up straight and jabbing her index finger gently into his chest, careful not to hit the scar hidden underneath his clothing.

"Damn big words for someone who barks like a fucking deer when he's being tickled in the right places!"

Abruptly, Alastor's giggles died down and it was now his turn to growl and Charlie to smirk, as he scowled at her.

"I don't bark like a deer!"

"Oh no?"

Charlie very quickly convinced him otherwise, because when she slipped her hands under his arms and moved her fingers, he threw his head back in loud laughter and it wasn't long before the loud, barking sound of an alarmed deer stole itself from his throat, followed by a loud snort, which now made his cheeks catching fire from embarrassment.

"Ha, see? I was right! You sound like a fucking deer!"

He growled darkly, as he managed to grab her hands and holding them away from his body, before looking straight into her eyes.

“You just dug your own grave, my dear…”

A massive shudder ran through Charlie's own body, as she saw how radio dials appeared in his now black eyes and how his antlers started growing, which was never a good sign!

Without saying another word, he spun her around, pressed her back against his chest with one arm and moved even closer to his control panel. She could feel his breath on her neck and she could practically hear the sadistic grin in his next words, as he whispered "Speak clearly into the microphone, sweetheart~," into her ear, while his free hand pushed the button with the "On Air" symbol...

It had been a tough day of shooting for Angel Dust and he was glad when he stepped through the front door and saw his favorite bartender, cleaning some glasses. With a smug grin, Angel sauntered over to the bar, sat down on one of the bar stools and gave Husker a cheeky look, who only commented this with his usual eye roll.

"Are you alone, whiskers? Where did the others go?"

"Hopefully far away..." the bartender answered with a low growl in his voice, which made Angel laugh.

"Good mood as ever, eh?"

"Can you blame me, with all you weirdos around?"

Angel was about to say something appropriate as a reply, but he didn't get that far, when suddenly the intercom speakers and the old radio, that Alastor had placed in the lobby, came to life all over the hotel.

"What the...?!"

That was all the porn star could get out, when shortly afterwards loud laughter filled the entire hotel, interrupted here and there by Alastor's highly amused voice.

"Greetings to all sinners who can hear me. The latest news from the Hazbin Hotel: not even the Princess of Hell is safe from the wrath of the Radio Demon. Listen carefully to what will happen if you dare to mess with me."

His voice was interrupted by a loud squeal from Charlie, which was immediately followed by loud, but happy laughter.

"Well, I have to admit that's not really my style, as you're used to a very different broadcast from me. One with less laughter and more of this..."

A loud scream from Charlie was heard and her laughter faded into silence for a few seconds.

"...but a little variety in my broadcast really doesn't hurt, don't you think so too, my dear listeners?"

Another loud burst of laughter was heard and something seemed to fall over in the background.

"Oh no, no, no Charlie. You can't just knock over my microphone. That's pretty rude. Our listeners want to hear you, so I ask you kindly to speak clearly into the microphone...if you can still do that, of course."

More squealing was heard, which turned into hysterically giggling and Alastor’s sinister laughter mingled with the mirthful sounds.

“What`s that? Did I find another sweet spot of yours? Right here on your siiiiiiides~? You’re shaking your head? But how can you deny this? I can clearly see how much it makes you giggle when I drag my claws slooooooowly down your sides. Just like that~.”

More happy squealing from Charlie and amused laughter from Alastor was heard.

“How about I check how ticklish you are under your arms? I am sure our listeners want to know about that too, right? Now let’s see…Ohhh, it seems like you’re even more ticklish here, hmm?”

“G-get your hands out of thehehehere!”

“I am afraid I can’t do that. They seem stuck there now. Why don’t you just lift your arms a little to help me? Or…should I try to wriggle them out? Mayyyyyybe like…that?”

Loud shrieking was the response to Alastor's question, followed by almost hysterical sounding giggling.

“Oho, what is that? Did you just try to bite me, my dear? Oh, I can’t have that. Maybe I should bite you back for that impudence? And I must say…this neck of yours looks delicious. Let me get a little taste…”

Charlie’s giggling quickly rose in volume and pitch, as playful growling sounds mingled with her happy giggling and it sounded like a knee colliding with a wooden table.

“S-stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“Stop? But Charlie, dear. We just started~. And how can I stop when you’re giving me such a wonderful broad smile, hm?”

More loud and sugar sweet squealing was heard from Charlie.

“Oh no, no, don’t hide your pretty face from me. Come on, Charlie. Let me see that cute smile of yours…aha, there it is. Now keep your hands away from your face and stay close to the microphone, will you? After all, our listeners are eager to hear you.”

“Nohohohoho! T-turn it ohohohoff!!”

“Now, why would I do such a thing, hmm?”

“I-it’s embarassihihihihng!”

“Well, maybe you should have thought about this before messing with me?”

“I a-already sahahhaid I was s-sohohohohorry!”

“Oh, I know. But I am not convinced yet. But I am sure you will be sorry, once we are done here.”

The sounds of a fist, hitting repeatedly against a table was heard.

“Now, come on, my dear. It’s not my desk’s fault that you are so ticklish~.”

“Y-you are evil!” Charlie managed to press out between her giggles.

“Heh, tell me something I don’t already know. And now hush. Less talking and more laughing~.”

He must have targeted a sweet spot, for Charlie’s giggling rose in volume and pitch.

“Awww, if you could see her now…she looks soooo adorable~. Especially with that deep blush on her face. But at least you can hear her. Buuuuut I personally think we should change the volume of that giggling of hers, don’t you think? Turning it into laughter again. Mayyyyybe if I tickle riiiiiiiiiiiight here…”

“NAHAHAHA! A-ALASTOHOHOHOR! DOHOHOHOHN’T!!!” Charlie screeched and her giggling quickly turned into full blown belly laughter.

“That’s much better. Keep on laughing, my ticklish, little darling. Make this to the sweetest broadcast hell has ever heard~.”

Angel raised an eyebrow questioningly, as he turned his face back to Husker, who could only roll his eyes at what he was hearing.

"What's wrong with these two? Are they on drugs?" the spider demon asked as another loud shriek cut the air, followed by a very amused sounding "Oho, we have a little squirmer here too. How cuuuuuute~," from Alastor.

“I don’t even ask anymore…” the bartender growled, as he listened to Charlie’s and Alastor’s laughter.

“I thought he was a monster, feared by everybody in hell?”

“Oh, he is, buddy. Better be careful when you’re around him. I am sure he has given you a taste of the monster that’s sleeping inside of him when you were messing with him last night, right?”

Angel shuddered at the memories.

“Don’t remind me…” he murmured.

Another loud shriek echoed through the lobby and Husker rolled his eyes, as Alastor’s slightly sadistic laughter reached his ears right afterwards.

“He is only going soft on her. If it was you or me up there, he would broadcast our screams all over hell, while torturing us slowly to death. I still remember his old broadcasts. In one of them he was asking his victim which finger he should bite off first. You can be glad that he didn’t do anything like this to you after what you’ve done last night.”

“Okay, okay. Got it. No messing around with him. Understood.”

“You better keep this in mind, kid.”

A loud banging sound was heard again and more slightly hysterical laughter from Charlie, as Alastor seemed to find all of her worst spots by now.

“I thought I was clear about you not knocking my microphone over? If you don’t want to listen to me, you have to deal with the consequences, sweetheart~. Let’s see how loud I can make you laugh and maybe, just maybe, I can make you bleat like a goat one more time…”

"I need a drink..." Husker said, grumbling, shaking his head, as Charlie's loud, but happy, laughter continued to echo throughout the entire hotel and was shortly interrupted by the sound of a bleating goat.

“Make it two…” Angel replied and he could only sit there and shake his head in amusement, as he kept listening to Alastor’s broadcast.

What Charlie didn't realize at this moment, was the fact that Alastor had only put her on live through the hotel speakers, so only Husker and Angel could hear her.

The Radio Demon may be a sadist when it came to others, but there were very small exceptions that could soften his otherwise cold heart...and Charlie had become one of those exceptions for him in his time at the Hazbin Hotel...

Nothing To Prove || Gravity Falls Tickle Fic ||

A/N: there's a lot of buildup at the start but THIS IS A TICKLE FIC I SWEAR! more than anything though, I'm writing this for the sake of developing characters. This is familial love so if I see any i*cest, I am blocking you on sight

Summary: When Ford comes to realize how much Dipper looks up to him, he seeks out a way to show his young nephew that there's no need to be intimidated by him.

Word count: 2,454

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Dipper

Life just got a whole galaxy bigger.

Dipper thought he knew what his life would become when he found that old dusty book in the forest; he'd pursue adventure, get into danger, fight monsters.

But meeting his number one hero? And then finding out that he's related?

Not a chance.

It'd been a year since Dipper and his sister left Gravity Falls. They had lots of time that school year to ruminate on everything they had been through together. In the span of three months, their whole universe had turned inside out.

They had another uncle. Someone else to look out for and protect them. Mabel, as she is with all news of this sort, was over the moon. Dipper, however, wasn't as content. It wasn't that he didn't like Great Uncle Ford. Far from it. He loved him unconditionally. He worshipped the ground he walked on. He would fight a thousand beasts to earn his mentor's pride. And that was the problem.

Dipper had spent so long dreaming of the author as this distant hero; an intellectual mastermind that surpassed all around him. He dreamt of meeting him, yes. Bombarding him with questions, absolutely. But now the man was part of his family. The same family that he cracked stupid fart jokes and goofed around with.

Dipper wasn't prepared to have someone so important to him in his life on a permanent basis. He couldn't help but feel a little small around Ford, like every move he made was a chance to embarrass himself in front of his idol.

After his first summer in Gravity Falls ended, Dipper hoped that his overwhelming sense of awe would pass with the time, and he would grow more comfortable around this new addition to the family. But the moment he stepped off of that bus and saw his great-uncle there to greet him, he knew it wouldn't be quite that easy.

He volunteered for as many of Ford's experiments as he could. He offered as much help as he could provide. When faced with an obstacle, Dipper made sure to prove to his uncle that he was smart and tough beyond his years. This, as one might expect, is a difficult and exhausting image to maintain. Being "the perfect, mature man of science" was hard when you were a young, hormonal teenage boy. But that wasn't going to stop Dipper.

When Ford had asked if him if he wanted to help engineer a stronger form of glass that could withstand abnormally high temperatures, he nearly fell over with excitement. He was going to be the best lab assistant Ford could ask for.

It seemed, however, that he couldn't get that right after all, because when bringing over the regular glass jar for experimentation, it slipped through his fingers and shattered.

Dipper was mortified. Not only had he broken the constant variable in their experiment, but possibly also the trust Ford placed in him to be a responsible assistant. How could he have been so careless? Was their experiment ruined now? Did Ford think he wasn't taking this seriously?

"Oh my gosh! Oh my- I- I'm so sorry, Great Uncle Ford! I don't know what happened. I thought I had it" Dipper rambled, throat tightening.

"Aw shoot," Ford cursed under his breath, "It's okay, Dipper, it happens. Here, why don't you go fetch me a new jar from the back shelves while I sweep up this mess?"

"Act- Actually you know what, I think you might actually have an easier time doing this if I wasn't here. I- I don't want to get in your way. " Dipper shuffled back towards the door.

"But I thought you wanted to-" Ford turned to his nephew only to find that he was already gone.

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Ford

It was unusual, and not the kind that Ford enjoyed. The puzzling kind of unusual.

The conclusion did not follow the variables. Variable one: Ford was conducting an experiment. Variable two: Ford asked Dipper for assistance. Variable three: Dipper was eager to help. Conclusion: Dipper had panicked and ran off. It just wasn't right. Something was off balance.

Now, in a technical situation, Ford could figure out the root cause himself. He had well over thirty years of practice doing so. But this was a human being. Moreso, this was his great nephew, and he wasn't so skilled in the people area. He needed to outsource this predicament with someone who knew Dipper longer than he had. Someone he could trust to tell him what he was doing wrong.

That someone in particular was tucking away a large medieval flail in the cupboards of the sitting room when Ford found him. What it was for, Ford thought it better not to ask.

"Stanley, can I talk to you about something?" He said.

"I didn't know it was a bear, honest!" Stan yelled.

"What?"

"Uhh, nothing. What's on your mind?"

"I have the strangest feeling that Dipper is more anxious than normal. He ran out of my lab this morning looking like he'd seen a ghost, which I have ruled out as a possibility because the air did not smell at all of sulfur. Anyway, the point is, I think something's wrong with him. You've known him far longer than I have. I thought maybe you would have better insight into these things" Ford explained.

Stan stood silently for a moment.

"Stan?"

"Oh sorry I was just enjoying the moment you finally came to me for advice"

"Stanley."

His brother quirked an eyebrow at him. "You don't gotta be a genius to figure this one out, Poindexter. The kid's afraid of looking bad in front of ya."

Ford was stunned into silence. This was a new feeling. An new, terribly odd feeling.

"What?"

"Come on, you've got to have noticed by now. He looks to you like you're a god. He practically worships the ground you walk on. You were like his hero before you'd even met him. You think he's not gonna feel some pressure to live up to your standard? He just wants you to be proud of him."

"I love him! He's my brother's grandson! And of course I'm proud of him. He's very remarkable for his age" Ford said.

"Then why don't you tell him that once in a while."

Ford lost himself in thought.

"Well, time to get back to restocking my weapons. Good luck with your family tension. I'll call you for dinner," Stan sauntered away, seemingly unbothered by the problem, "Prepping for battle, do do do..."

Once again, Ford was left alone to think.

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This wasn't the first time that Ford had heard someone tell him that he had a standoff-ish impression on people, but he never thought it would impact his kin. Someone he treasured so greatly. Now that he knew how Dipper was feeling, he couldn't waltz around and act like he didn't know. Something had to be done. The only issue was, he didn't know what.

Ford waited a couple days before asking Dipper to rejoin his experiments, knowing that the boy probably wouldn't be willing to assist him just yet after what happened. To his relief, Dipper agreed.

It was still painful to know that his nephew was intimidated by him, but it felt nice just to have him by his side again being his seemingly normal self.

The day went without a hitch this time. In fact, things went quicker than expected and they finished early. It was as they were readying themselves to leave when Ford spoke.

"Thank you for your help today, Dipper. I've been having trouble operating all of this machinery by myself lately. Must have thrown out my back or something."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Dipper replied, "Muscles get tighter with age, so I'm sure it's normal."

Ford turned to look down at his nephew. "Are you calling me old?"

The boy paled. "Wh- I- Uh- I- I wasn't-"

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to punish you for your disrespect" the scientist said darkly.

Before Dipper could have time to overthink that threat, Ford pulled the boy into his arms, sat himself on the ground and started tickling his belly.

The first few seconds were filled with frantic babbling; jumbled syllables trying to make themselves into a coherent sentence. Ford wasn't hearing a "stop", so he didn't.

Dipper giggled hysterically. His face had instantly screwed itself up tight and was looking for a way to bury itself into some hiding place. "GREATUNCLEFORHOHORD! WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!"

"Tickling you, of course! I thought that was obvious," Ford answered with cheer, all pretend-seriousness gone. He chuckled. "I guess you inherited more from me than I thought."

Dipper couldn't seem to figure out what to do with his hands, until he settled on hiding his face with them.

"Aw, don't be shy, son. I'm not the author today. Today, I'm just your uncle," Ford then added with a growl, "Your uncle: the tickle monster!"

The boy's arms fell from his face, settling down on his lap like little t-rex arms. He seemed to have surrendered to the silliness of it and didn't bother to fight.

Wonderful, Ford thought, that means he trusts me!

As Ford moved from belly to sides to ribs, Dipper's laughter went up and down like a rollercoaster, his child-like smile never leaving his face. "IHIHIHI'M SORRYHIHIHI!"

"Nuh uh, kid. "Sorry"'s not gonna cut it," Ford said playfully. He was surprised how good he was at this. He didn't have much experience with playing with children, and he had thought his decades of interdimensional travel would've hardened him to such silliness. Thank the gods that it hadn't.

As Ford's hand started to travel up to the boy's underarm, the boy shrieked and suddenly found the will to fight.

"EHEHEHEK! NONONONONO!"

Ford couldn't help himself laughing at his adorable little ward. "Ticklish there, huh?"

"YEHEHES" Dipper cried.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you a deal. You take back what you said about me being old, and I'll stop tickling you."

Ford had expected the kid to be worn out by now. He thought it was only fair to offer him an out. To his surprise, he didn't take it.

Dipper seemed to think it over for a second, then shook his head with an extra giggle, one that was not from the tickling.

This kid is going to be the death of me, Ford thought, not a hint of regret in his mind.

"Okay, if you say so," the man said playfully, and dug all six fingers into the boy's hollows.

A shriek, and then more rambling, and then loud laughter.

Dipper, despite being tickled within an inch of his life, looked happier than Ford had ever seen him. If this was a dream, Ford did not want to wake up.

"I've got some questions for you, Dipper. Smile for yes and laugh for no, ya got it?"

All he could do was laugh.

"Okay, are you smart?"

Dipper sunk his chin in to his chest.

"Dipper, this won't work if you say yes and no" Ford remarked with fake incredulousness, "Okay, hmmmm... are you brave?"

The teen began to snicker.

"I don't think you understand the rules of this game," Ford said, which only made Dipper laugh harder.

"Alright, alright, last one. Are you ticklish?"

Dipper let out a snort at that infernal question.

"I'll take that as a yes," Ford smiled smugly.

After several more minutes of goofing around, Dipper finally had enough.

"OKAYHYHYHY OKAYHYHY! I TAKE IT BAHAHACK!"

"Good lad." And with that, Ford released his victim.

Dipper wrapped his arms around himself and giggled till there were no more laughs left in him.

"You okay, son? I didn't go too crazy, did I?"

"No no, I'm fihihine. Mabel's put me through much worhorse."

"I can believe that. She got that from your uncle Stanley, you know."

After having regained his breath, Dipper got up from his uncle's lap. "So... are you really not mad about the jar I broke the other day?"

"Oh, Dipper, of course I'm not. You should see the things I've broken down here. You'd be shocked."

"But when you make a mistake, it's different." Dipper recoiled. Apparently, he didn't mean to let that slip.

"What do you mean?"

Dipper's timidness was returning, and Ford almost regretted even asking.

"It's just... you've done so many great things and are so perfect the rest of the time that the mistakes you make don't count as much."

That was some seriously flawed logic, but Ford chose not to point it out.

Dipper continued. "I make too many mistakes."

"Dipper, you're supposed to make mistakes. You're twelve. Do you think I was able to do all the things I do now at your age? Not even remotely.

"And more to the point, you don't have to embarrassed about those mistakes. Especially not with me."

"But you're different! You're the author! The author I'd been searching for all summer. You're a dimension-hopping scientist! And surprise, surprise, you're even cooler in person! And I'm just... so... small.

"I keep trying to make myself useful, to be someone you can be proud of, but-"

Ford kneeled down and placed both hands on the kid's shoulders. "Dipper, listen very close to me. I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to really hear me, understand?"

Dipper hesitantly nodded.

"I am so proud of you. You're my great nephew. I'm proud of you every minute of every day. That's not something that can change. You've got nothing to prove to me. You make me proud simply by being who you are. Never question that. Can you do that for me, son?"

The boy looked near to tears.

Oh gods, Ford thought, did he say something wrong? He thought this would make him feel better, not worse! Should he-

Little arms suddenly hugged his neck tight. "Yeah... yeah I can."

Ford could not get his arms around him fast enough.

"Now, don't you ever go comparing yourself to me. What a disservice to your incredible self."

Dipper hugged tighter.

Ford himself could feel little pin pricks in his own eyes. He released his hug and cleared his throat.

"Well, I think we've had enough excitement down here for one day. What do you say we head back upstairs for dinner."

Dipper wiped his eyes with a happy smile. "Sounds good to me."

The two walked back towards the door, a new kind of bond formed between them. It felt like something had been accomplished today, and that was all either of them could ask for.

"You are old, though."

"Oh, I'll show you old. Get back here!"

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This has been an idea of mine for quite some time. Rewatching the show was just the straw that broke this writer's back apparently. So happy to have finally written this ❤️

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ~

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“No.”

“But Raph—”

“No.”

“But Raphie—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I literally just said no, Mikey.”

“But Raaaaaaphhhh, I’m bored!” The youngest groaned, flopping onto the second oldest’s bed dramatically. The second oldest in question raised an unamused brow, looking up from his comic where his little brother laid in front of him. The red banded turtle sighed, going back to reading his novel calmly and ignoring the younger turtle completely. 

Now, if you couldn’t tell by Mikey’s whole demeanor, or the fact that he just stated so…he was bored. VERY bored. EXTREMELY bored. 

TREMENDOUSLY bored if you will.

And if the youngest was bored, you’d best believe you’d hear him complaining all day in and all day out until he found something to occupy himself with. And Raph? Well, the young teen personally did not have the time nor patience to deal with all of that today. 

Or any day really.

“For the millionth time, Mike— I’m busy. Go bother Don or somethin'.” The hot-head grumbled, flipping through the pages of the comic book he was currently reading. The other rolled his eyes, turning his head to his older brother, “Don’t you think I already did that?” Raph chuckled at the statement. “Oh really? And how’d that go?”

“He threw a beaker at me…but I think it had acid in it—“

Raph visibly shuddered, “Okie-dokie then. Another reason for you to get out of my room. Buh-bye. Sayonara. Thanks for stopping by. Adios amigo.” He demanded, pushing Mikey’s face with his foot but the youngest stubbornly stood his ground. He pushed back with his head until the other eventually gave up, throwing his comic book at him in frustration. 

Mikey got up from the bed, annoyingly whining again.

“Just do an activity with me or something…! He huffed, shaking Raph by the shoulders back and forth. “I can show you the way out of my room! That can be an activity we can do together!” The red banded teen smiled with a fake sweet tone, which only caused the other’s frown to deepen. 

“I’ll never ask you for anything ever agaiiiiinnn! Just do something with meeee! Pleeaseee?!” Raph had to bite back a grin when he heard that bargain. In the next 5 minutes, Mikey would probably ask him to do the hokey-pokey or some shit like that. The second oldest let out a long yet playful sigh, rubbing his temples before crossing his arms. “Fine fine…what do you wanna do?” 

The youngest blinked, rubbing the back of his head and looking away for a bit. Well…Raph was surprisingly easy to convince today. It usually took him a solid 2 hours and 30 minutes (he’s counted) until he cracked. Usually 1 hour and 15 minutes on a good day…

“That’s…a very good question…I’ll get back to you on that…” The smaller turtle muttered. Raph tilted his head in complete and utter disbelief. “You came in here harassing me for, like, an hour straight talking about how you wanna spend time with me and now you don’t even know what you wanna do?!”

“I’m thinking, okay?! Don’t get your tits in a twist!” Mikey huffed at his older brother. 

“Don’t get my what in a what???”

The youngest then suddenly snapped his fingers, smiling brightly and turning to the second oldest, “We should play a video game!”

“Like…Fall Guys or something? Dude, I’ve beat you anytime we’ve played two player. Just accept your many MANY losses.” The green eyed mutant teased, laughing at the offended expression Mikey was giving him now.

“I think you might have hit your head a bit too hard when we came from the ooze, my dear friend. Because I clearly remember you losing when we were playing last weekend.” The orange banded teen challenged, sticking his tongue out at Raph who only scoffed in amusement, resting his hand on his hip. 

“I was being a good big brother and let you win.” He retorted. Mikey rolled his eyes, knowing full damn well Raph just sucked absolute ass and didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah yeah, whatever. But, no. I have an even better thing in mind. And it’s a board game.”

A pause.

“…so are you gonna tell me what the board game is?” Raph asked impatiently. 

“I’m pausing for emphasis! I request a drumroll, please.” 

…oh for the love of…

Raph sighed, drumming his hands on his bed for a couple seconds before stopping, waiting for Mikey to tell him the name of this soooo special game that he couldn’t just tell him already.

Because emphasis or whatever.

“Twister!” Mikey smiled, clapping his hands excitedly. “Twister.” Raph repeated, his eye-ridges (is that what they’re called—? Idk…) raising in surprise as he scratched the top of his head confused. “Why Twister of all things? We haven’t played that game since we were, like, 7.”

The blue-eyed mutant shrugged, leaning against his big brother’s beside and lazily checking his nails. “Eh. No reason. Just what first came to mind. What? Afraid you’ll lose, Raphie boy~?” He smirked, looking up at the taller green eyed mutant who only chuckled at his taunt. 

“Oh please. That game is so easy I could play it in my sleep.” He smirked, looking down at Mikey who only had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.

Raph was lying— lying right through his teeth in fact. He wasn’t good at Twister— he wasn’t even semi-good. He didn’t even qualify anywhere near semi-good when it came to Twister. Raph wasn’t the most…flexible turtle of the bunch, which made it hard to do some, if not most of the poses Twister had conjured up for you. 

And usually, he wouldn’t care so much about losing a game. Heck, it was Twister for crying out loud. But Raphael grew up with a family of competitors.

And so, he was competitive. Very competitive.

He didn’t like to lose— in fact, he hated losing. He’d rather beat up Kraang droids all day than lose. 

Well…he’d beat up Kraang droids any day but that’s beside the point! 

Point was, he absolutely sucked at Twister, period. And personally? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was going against Leo, heck— even Casey Goongala Jones himself would be a better opponent than Mikey.

If Mikey won (which he always did), he would make sure you knew all day in and all day out that he beat you. It was annoying as hell and that would only fuel Mikey more into reminding you that you lost against him. 

And like stated before…Raph did not like losing. He didn’t like it one bit. 

The elder straightened up his slouched posture, extending his hand to do a hand shake, which the youngest gladly accepted. “I accept your offer. But don’t be disappointed when I completely annihilate you.”  

“We’ll see about that.” Mikey chirped, grabbing Raph’s arm and almost soaring out of the room with him. 

Aaaaand so that’s where the two were now; spreading the well known dotted mat onto the floor carefully in front of the TV. The two spun a couple times already, the positions that were being requested weren’t hard. At first…just subtle movements here and there. Until Raph had his whole arm underneath Mikey and Mikey had his whole arm under Raph’s…

And by 12 turn’s, they were intertwining each other like a bunch of yarn. Raph, surprisingly, was doing really well. His stance being something along the lines of a downwards dog and a corpse pose— if that makes sense. Which it doesn’t. Because it’s Twister. Twister doesn’t make any sense in the slightest. 

Mikey on the other hand, was not doing so hot. His stance was just basically the Family Guy dead pose but just slightly standing. With every spin of that darn evil plastic wheel, the younger teen seemed to be getting more and more difficult adjustments, while Raph barely had to move a finger. Or…limb in this case. 

The turtle gods were on his big brother’s side today and Mikey was not having it. 

“Doing alright, bro?” The hot-head smugly asked, his voice a little strained due to the odd positing but a teasing grin was on his face nonetheless. “You’re shaking a bit there…” He mused at his little brother, whose limbs were shaking like a bunch of conjoined jello conjoined.

The smaller mutant then fixed his footing, not shaking anymore as he looked up at Raph, smirking smugly right back at him. “Oh I’m fine, big bro. Just. Fine.” The orange banded turtle gritted out.

Now, Mikey wasn’t going to lie, but this whole Twister thing was starting to not seem like such a good idea. His older brother was a complete abomination when it came to Twister! But apparently, he seemed like he was getting every single easy position, and he was doing a pretty decent job at it— and Raph…Raphael has NEVER done decent! 

Mikey, on the other hand, was struggling. He might as well become the actual mascot for the game or something because his arms and legs were getting twisted like actual Twizzlers. It’s probably not even normal for his body to twist like this, but hey! He’s not losing and that’s all that matters, right? 

But he couldn’t keep this act on forever. He was going to fall sooner or later if he didn’t do something fast. 

The younger tried to move to spin the wheel but almost fell in the process; catching himself at the last second. “Yeah…I won’t be able to reach it…” The elder hummed in acknowledgement, also attempting to spin the wheel but ultimately failing as well.

Conveniently, a couple seconds later, the eldest turtle of the four quadruplets walked out of his room, walking into the lounge area where the two were playing Twister. Leo looked the two up and down before sighing, rubbing his face tiredly.

“It’s too early for this…” He grumbled, going to the kitchen to refill his tea cup. Raph and Mikey shared a confused glance with each other, before looking at the other turtle with even more confusion.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon…” The youngest giggled. Leo turned around, glaring at the both of them. And if looks could kill…Mikey would’ve been nothing but a bare shell.

“Yeah. And my statement still stands. It’s too early for this…” The blue banded turtle repeated, taking a sip of a now full tea cup. “Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go read some Captain Ryan x reader fanfiction…” He grumbled with the most deadpanned face and voice ever, but you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he was genuinely excited.

The young leader was probably too tired to acknowledge what he just said…oh well. More blackmail for Mikey then.

“Leo, wait! We need you to spin the spinny thingie!” The second oldest yelled in impatience. This stance was starting to hurt like shell! And losing is not an option here!

Leo turned around, looking his brother up and down again before sipping his tea again. “Do it yourself.” 

“I can’t, wise guy! The spinny whatchamacallit is all the way over there! If I try to spin it, I’ll lose!” Raph explained which only resulted in Leo blinking once before rolling his eyes.

“Then lose.” And with that, the young leader walked to his room, chuckling a bit to himself as he closed his door. “Smug bastard…” The red banded turtle grumbled under his breath.

After a few moments of thinking, Mikey decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage in this game. That’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed Raph in the side lightly.

The elder flinched violently, drawing out a surprised and loud shriek, but stubbornly staying in the same position he was before. The second oldest glared at his younger brother, who had the most innocent smile plastered on his face.

“Michelangelo. Hamato.” He warned, his glare hardening. “Poke me again and see what happens.” He said threateningly, which only caused the younger in question to innocently bat his eyes at him, continuously poking around his side.

“Mihihike— shihihit!” Raph cursed, trying to squirm out of reach of the poking with the little room he had. Mikey continued to tickle him, now moving his fingers to scribble on his stomach, which obviously made Raph shriek louder.

“MIHIHIKEY!” 

“Aw…there’s that smile!” The youngest grinned. And finally, to the smaller turtle’s delight, the older fell down on his shell, officially concluding the game and granting Mikey his 100% hard earned victory. 

“I won!” The menace giggled, doing a small little victory dance on the mat before he made eye contact with Raph— who looked like he was ready to KILL.

Victory dance over. Victory dance WAY WAY over. 

The younger got up almost immediately, quickly backing away as the other turtle scaringly followed right behind him. “W-Wait wahait…dude, bro, my man…we can talk about this! We can talk this out like the civilized mature mutants we are! There’s noho need to doohoo anything drahastic…” He rambled, taking multiple upon multiple steps back as Raph inched closer and closer towards him, game obviously loooong forgotten at this point.

The elder cracked his knuckles, an evil smirk spreading across his face almost like a wildfire. And that, ladies and gentleman, was enough evidence for Mikey to know that he was absolutely in for it.

The youngest bolted for Donnie’s lab, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, only to be hoisted onto his big brother’s shoulder as the red banded turtle walked back to the lounge area.

Nervous giggles escaped Mikey’s mouth as he tried to get out of his older brother’s grip, squirming, pushing, kicking— basically all the things he could do in this oh-so-horrible-situation-that-he-definitely-did-not-plan-out-what-so-ever!

Raph put Mikey on the ground, sitting on his legs. “Mihike, I haven’t even done anything yet...” He commented at the squirmy giggly mess that was his youngest brother. Mikey snickered, a small blush creeping to his face. “Shuhut it!“ He squeaked as he felt three fingers on his sides, not moving but just resting there in anticipation. 

The youngest helplessly held the taller turtle’s wrists, shaking his head back and forth while sputtering out giggly pleases as his eyes were closed shut. “What’s gotten you so giggly?” Raph asked innocently, smirking down at his baby brother who was currently losing his mind.

“Just gehehet it oveheher wihith already!” He giggled desperately. If getting absolutely wrecked wasn’t gonna kill him…then the anticipation definitely would.

“Get whahat over with, Mike? I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about…” The orange banded turtle lightly smacked at Raph’s arm, loving and hating every single second of this. Mikey looked to the side, hiding his head in his shell a tiny bit out of embarrassment. 

“Is there…something specific you’re talking about? Something oh-so embarrassing that you apparently can’t even say it out loud?” Raph grinned, his fingers clamping lightly on his sides as the other giggly whined in annoyance and desperation. 

“Will yohou plehease juhust tihihickle me already???” The smallest turtle squeaked; the last part barely audible to the turtle ear and of course Raph felt the need to comment on it. 

“Hm? What was that~? I couldn’t quite hear you…” He smirked, his fingers twitching against the other’s sides. 

“Rahaph!!”

“You gotta speak louder, bud. I can hardly hear you.”

“Rahahaphie plehease!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…” Raphael smiled, starting to actually tickle Mikey’s sides now.

“You know, you could have just…told me you wanted me to tickle you, instead of doing the whole ‘let’s play Twister’ bullshit.” The taller turtle stated calmly, only causing Mikey’s blush to deepen. 

Was he seriously that easy to read? Well that’s embarrassing…he honestly thought he had his older brother fooled with the whole ‘Let’s play Twister bullshit.’

Random fun fact, one of the best and worst things about being tickled by Raph was that he could just casually say the t-word as if it was an everyday word as you can see.

Well…in retrospect it is an everyday word.

But it’s a very embarrassing everyday word.

A very VERY embarrassing everyday word.

And you best believe he always used it as an advantage to gain the upper hand in every situation. Whether he was tickling one of his brothers or not…you bet he would randomly use it in a sentence.

“Literally what are you talking aboHOUT?” Mikey screeched as Raph prodded and poked his lower ribs. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” The second oldest smirked. “Playing duhumb is not my forte— thahat was yohou duhuhuring Twister.” Mikey managed to giggle out.

Raph sent daggers to Mikey as he pinned one of his hands to the carpeted floor, digging his free hand into his exposed underarm. 

The blue eyed mutant automatically squawked at the sudden sensation, trying desperately to pull his arm back down. The other let out a satisfied huff from the noise, “You were saying~?”

 “ScREHEHEW YOHOU!” He squawked. Raph flinched slightly at the turtle belle’s sudden yell but chuckled at it nonetheless. Oh this is gonna be so so easy…

Mikey’s feet helplessly kicked behind Raph, his legs going up into the air every so slightly every now and again. “Your gonna break the sound barrier with all that screaming, baby brother...” Raph commented.

“But, you okay? You’re voice raised a bit there…” He asked as he heard Mikey’s laughter spike up suddenly. The youngest wiped a couple happy tears from his eyes, giggling still. “Yeah, yeah…I’m okay…”

Raph nodded at the response, rubbing some of the ghost tickles away before going back to tickling him, now squeezing his hip area.

The freckled turtle’s eyes completely shot out of his sockets as and of course his big brother had to make a smart remark.

“Uh oh…did I happen to find a bad spot?” Raph smirked, raising a brow as the younger shook his head back and forth. “NOHO! NAHAT THEHERE! RAHAPH! PLEHEASE!” The teenager cackled loudly, grabbing the other’s wrists but making no attempt to push them away of course.

“Not there?? Whaddya mean not there~? You mean right…here?” Raph giggled, “Right here? Is this a bad spot, Mike?” He questioned innocently.

“RAHAPH *squeak* PLEHEASE!” Mikey squealed. “Please what? I can’t understand you because of my little brother’s mouse squeaks. Sorry man…” Raph said as he dramatically wiped a tear from his eye, before going back to tickling Mikey’s hip area.

“SHUHU— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUP!”

At times like this, you would not question the fact that Mikey’s Dad is a 6'2 rat mutant. Just listening to his laugh you could hear the resemblance.

“My gahaHAHASH! JuhUST STAHAP!” He whined throughout his laughter as Raph continued to knead his hip bones, causing Mikey’s laughter to rise in volume tremendously now and again.

The youngest arched his back with a loud squeal, pushing on his older brother’s wrists again as he tried to turn himself so his shell was facing upward.

“Now where do you think your goin'?” Raph snickered, now using both his hands to tickle Mikey’s underarms now, instead of just tickling one.

“WAHAHAIT! WAHA— *squeal* WAHAIT! IHIHIT TIHI— *squeak* NAHAHAH!” The youngest stammered through his laughter, his bandana long gone off of his face due to how much he was squirming around.

“It tickles? Ya don’t say.” Raph deadpanned, snickering at the small squeal the turtle below him let out after the comment. “Can Dr. Name-Einstein not take what he dishes out~?” He continued, digging deeper in Mikey’s underarms.

“Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“NoHOH—!”

“Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”

“SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT YOUR MOHOUTH!”

“Aww…well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” The green eyed teen fake pouted, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, but slipping his hands out every now and again to poke the other’s neck lightly before going back in.

“Ahh tkltkltkl….ahh tkltkltkl— what? I’m abbreviating it for you because you hate that word soooo much, see? Ahh tkltkltkl…”

“IHI’M GOHONNA MUHUHURDER YOHOU!” The youngest shrieked, banging his heels on the floor in a futile attempt to escape his big brother’s VERY mean comments. “Oh yeah? You and with what hands, little man~?” Raph grinned, grabbing both of Mikey’s wrists to put above his head, scribbling all over his stomach.

Mikey’s hyena cackling only raised in volume after that. Raph evil laughed at the reaction, chuckling to himself as he tickled the younger to pieces.

“Woah. I think I hit the jackpot…what do you think, Mike?”

Mikey squeaked.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Behind all the evil laughing and teasing, Raph took glances at his baby brother’s face every now and again to make sure that he was actually enjoying himself; and that he wasn’t uncomfortable in any way.

…And before you even think of calling him a softie for thinking this, being a softie and being caring are two completely different things.

Don’t get them twisted.

Anyways, even if Raph never openly says so or displays so…he genuinely cares about his brothers, and if he ever hurt them in any way, physically or mentally…just know that he’s taking that with him to the grave. No further questions asked.

Unfortunately for the youngest, this didn’t mean Raph would be merciful while tickling him in any way, shape, or form right now…

But Raph didn’t want his baby brother’s voice disappearing all the way to Timbuktu, so stopping right now would suffice.

The older turtle ceased his tickling onslaught, crossing his arms across his plastron to glance at the flustered and oh-so giggly mess he created.

“Yohou…suhuck…” The maskless turtle giggled, refusing to look at his big brother who just snickered at the purely adorable behavior.

“Yohou okay?” The elder turtle asked, “Like seriously, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked genuinely. And now wasn’t that sweet? Asking if someone was okay after almost committing a first degree murder to said person. Yeah. Reeeeaaal sweet alright.

“Mhm…yeah I’m okahay…” He nodded, sitting up slightly to look for his mask that flew over to who knows where.

”I don’t remember your stomach being that ticklish, Mike.” Raph teased, snickering softly at his comment which Mikey only rolled his eyes to. “Whehell, my neck isn’t embarrassingly sehensitive. Especially the bahahack ohof ihihit. I don’t thihink yohou can relate, but I’m juhust putting thahat out there…”

…Remember how I said Raph loved his brother very dearly? Well…forget it. Stopping right now would not suffice. It would do anything but suffice.

The hot-head simply gave his little brother a look that would be known as the look of ‘You are getting your shell HANDED to you.’ Now Leonardo was the turtle who invented this scary yet effective gaze (because of course he did…)

And so naturally, the look got passed down to Raph. Then to Donnie. And even Splinter found a way how to.

The youngest on the other hand, never really had any reason to learn the look, as he had wonderful looks of his own. Obviously.

But now…he was kinda wishing he did, so that the look didn’t look so scary (see what I did there? I’m hilarious, I know)

“I-Ihi’m sohorry?” Mikey giggled out meekly, immediately going to grab Raph’s wrists again for, like, the hundredth time in the past hour.

Sometimes it’s best to keep your comments to yourself…even if you are spitting straight up facts…

“Oho you will be sorry.” The elder effortlessly grabbed his baby brother’s wrists, slowly bringing his head down towards the other’s stomach. Mikey kicked his knees into Raph’s shell, hoping to at least faze him, but all his attempts to stop his brother were in vain as the other took in a deep breath and lowered his head at an agonizingly slow pace to his plastron...

“W-WAHAIT! RAHAH— *squeal* PLEHEASE!!!” However, even if you’re a strong, cool and fast mutant like Mikey himself here, you would never be able to go up against the power of an older sibling in a tickle fight (a very one-sided tickle fight but a tickle fight nonetheless…)

Raph had to stop to chuckle at the wriggly mess that was his baby brother— the dude was wriggling and giggling like he planted some drug in him! And he hasn’t even done anything to him!

Yet, anyway…

“SHUHUT UP! STAHAP LAHAUGHING AHAT MEEHEE!” The youngest screeched as he felt his mind going on an anticipatory rollercoaster, thrashing in his big brother’s hold which he knew he was never getting out of. Well…acceptance is the first step to anything right?

“PLEHEASE! IHI’M— *squeak* SOHORRY!” Mikey cried, now frantically trying to get out of the hold. Screw acceptance. Mikey didn’t want to see heaven’s gates early. And besides, he has a slice of pizza in the fridge that he’s been dying to eat. So dying right here, right now, isn’t an option.

Raph hummed in amusement, “Oho yeheah? Where were all these apologizes when you made me lose in Twister?” Mikey giggled, “Ihit’s nahat MYHY fault YOHOU suhuck at gahames! Ehespecially board games. Ahahand video gahames…dohoo I have to go ohon?”

Raph was shocked as he was impressed. The pure nerve of this teen. Mikey definitely got that attitude from him…that’s for sure. “Okahay that’s it. No more mister nice turtle…”

“Sihince whEHEN were yOHOU NIHICE?”

Instead of making another sassy remark back, Raph tightened the grip of his hands on Mikey’s wrists slightly, lowering his head to his little brother’s stomach and taking a huge breath…

“RAHAPH— nohoHO— WAHAIT! RAHaph dUHUDE PLEHEASE!” Mikey rambled through his laughter, shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut. Oh…this was gonna tickle so freaking bad. Maybe instead of provoking Raph he should of just tickled himself— because Michelangelo would not come out of the lounge area ALIVE after this. 

With one last evil chuckle, the elder lowered his head to the center of Mikey’s plastron and…well, let’s just say all of New York City presumably heard the high-pitched shriek that ascended out of the youngest’s mouth.

Raph was mean. He was the definition of mean. He might as well be cast as the next Regina George if Mean Girls gets another reboot because this. was. mean.

Because not only was this smug dunderhead blowing raspberries on his stomach without barely taking any breath’s (kinda impressive honestly), but he also was using one hand to squeeze directly on Mikey’s knee.

Evil. Pure evil.

And you would think that it was pretty nice of Raph to let one of his hands go so he could at least attempt to escape, right? Well the youngest’s free hand was too busy happy stimming in order to do said task…so he’s kinda-sorta-maybe-possibly stuck

“I don’t remember you being this sensitive to raspberries when we were little…” The elder teen commented in between his breaths. Because…honestly. Did Donnie make Mikey one of his nerd concoctions to make the youngest embarrassingly ticklish or has he always been like this? Because there’s no way he should be giggling and wriggling this much.

“IHIT’S NAHAT MY FAHAULT!” And it wasn’t! It’s not Mikey’s fault he’s a literal walking talking tickle spot! Besides, you haven’t met walking talking tickle spot until you’ve met Leo.

“It tickles that bad, huh?” Raph laughed at the inhuman screeches coming from the teen below him. “SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUHAHAHA—!” The youngest cackled loudly, still kicking Raph at the back of his shell with his knees.

Now, was kicking Raph in the shell going to do him any favors in the long run? Most likely not. He’s still getting tickled to pieces and no matter how much he bucked, wriggled, writhed, or squirmed from side to side, Raph’s grip would remain the same until he felt like letting go. His hold was scaringingly better than his nunchucks— and that’s saying a LOT. 

The smaller turtle just helplessly kicked behind him, just laying there and laughing his heart out. Raph took a glance at his younger brother and his snarky, evil smirk turned into a fond smile, he shook his head, laughing to himself. 

“Y'know…Leo is just a couple steps away. I’m sure he’d loooove helping me turn you into a more giggly puddle than you already are…”

“NAHAH— *squeal* DAHA— DOHOHON’T—!”

“Or…what if I got Donnie? I bet he has some tools that would help me…”

“NOHOH—!”

“What about Dad? I’m positive he would just record the whole thing and coo you all day long about you’re adorable giggles—”

“RAHAPHIE!!!” Mikey screeched, kicking Raph in the shell extra hard this time which only made the elder huff out a laugh in amusement.

“OW! Okay okahay! No need to shout!” He chuckled, getting off of the other turtle and helping him up. Raph sat down on the couch, soon followed by Michelangelo who dramatically collapsed into his lap.

He giggled tiredly, sitting up and flopping on the other’s plastron. The elder laughed at the theatrical gesture, rubbing his shell comfortingly. “You okay, bud?” 

“Nohoho. I’m lihihiterally dying.” Mikey giggled tiredly. Raph hummed in acknowledgment, resting his chin on Mikey’s left shoulder, causing the youngest to let out a subtle squeak.

The two made eye contact as Raph’s signature smirk spread across his face again.

“Huh. Which reminds me…” The elder turtle mused, wrapping Mikey in a hug with his one arm while the other was free. He shook his head, anticipatory giggles pouring out of his mouth more than ever before. “Raphie— Rahaphie nohoho don’t you dahare!”

Now, you’re probably wondering why Mikey is freaking out so much right now…let me explain.

As you know, Mikey has freckles. A lot of freckles. It was something he’s always been insecure about ever since he was a turtle tot. He used to absolutely loathe his freckles with a burning passion…and he tried to keep that fact a secret.

But sadly, when you live with 3 other brothers and you’re the youngest, there’s no such thing as secrecy.

The brothers had this whole talk about how his freckles made him, well, him. How it signified his uniqueness, adorableness, and blah blah blah sappy stuff. And that talk actually made Mikey love his freckles a lot…which he really needed.

Point being, his older brother’s created this game where they would count and poke how many freckles he had— because he had a whole LOT and they wanted to point out each adorable individual one; his freckles mainly being on his shoulders, face and neck.

But the thing was, the pokes to said spots tickled. A lot. Mikey was able to hide his reactions at first, but then a squeak went to a squeal, and a squeal went to a giggle…if you catch my drift.

And ever since then, it’s been a friendly competition on who could poke and count the most freckles on his face without him squirming out of reach (the highest score was 23 by the one and only Donatello).

“Hm. I forgot how many freckles you have…did you get any more? Seems like you got more…” Raph hummed again.

“NohOH I diHID NAHAT—”

“I think I should check just to make sure…” And with that, the poking and counting began…or as Mikey likes to call it: his complete and utter demise.

Speaking of which, Mikey might be competing with Leo for the Most Ticklish Turtle award because these pokes to his shoulders and face tickled like absolute SHELL. And Raph was barely touching him! Like…barely.

“1…2…3…4–! Mike! Stop moving! You made me lose count!” The older tried to sternly say, but it was really hard due to how much his little brother was laughing his shell off at the slightest of touches to the face and shoulders.

“PLEHEHEASE! RAHA— *squeak*! IHI’M GOHONNA DIHIE!!!”

“You’ve said that, like, 3 times. And you’re still here, aren’t you?” Raph mused, continuing to poke and prod.

“And a seven, and an eight, and a nine— wait. What comes after nine…?” He fake pondered, poking on the exact same freckle on Mikey’s shoulder to keep him a squeaky giggly blob.

“Seriously…I can’t think of the number. What comes after nine?” The hot-head asked again, going after Mikey’s neck now— causing the younger to scrunch his shoulders almost immediately. Though, that maybe wasn’t the best idea because Raph’s fingers were now stuck.

“I honestly think you’re the one with an embarrassingly ticklish neck, little bro.” The elder turtle stated smugly, wriggling his fingers in the crook of Mikey’s neck as the younger laughed even louder (if that’s possible).

Mikey flapped both of his hands, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “RAHAHAPH!!!” He shrieked, his legs kicking the couch as well as the floor.

“Okay! Alright! Okay! No need to shout out me! Heard you loud and clear, giggles.” He drawed his hand away from Mikey’s face and shoulders, resting them on the other’s shell, rubbing it soothingly. The smaller turtle rested the back of his head on Raph’s shoulder, catching his breath slowly but surely.

“Are you done torturing me now?” He giggled tiredly, becoming relaxed and comfy in Raph’s arms due to the shell rubs.

“For now, yeah.” The older winked which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes at. Raph could be such a dork sometimes, but he loves him nonetheless…sometimes anyway.

“Thanks. For, uh…y'know…doing that…” The orange banded turtle mumbled after he calmed down fully, getting his mask that flew up on the couch earlier. “Yeah. No problem.” Raph shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back on the couch before creasing his eyebrows together, looking at Mikey in confusion.

“Wait. Didn’t you tell Leo like a week ago that it was 100% okay to ask for tickles? Why aren’t you taking your own advice?” He asked.

“Wha— you heard that?”

“The sewer walls aren’t that thick, Mike.” The elder explained, rolling his eyes fondly at the new silence he was being wonderfully graced with.

“Freaking hypocrite…” The green-eyed teen sighed, shaking his head and wrapping Mikey in a hug, squeezing him gently. “Again, you didn’t need to come up with an excuse for me to tickle you. You can just ask me.” He smiled softly, making Mikey return the smile tenfold.

“Yeah…I know. But playing Twister made it more fun didn’t it?”

“Pff…yeah. Yeah, I guess it did.”

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the silly lego ninja have pulled me back in yall

My brain wouldn't let me sleep until I drew this, so...have a rough lee!Ford sketch ig

Apparently leaning backwards over the side of your top bunk while reading a thesaurus isn't the best position after all. I mean, really Ford, did you simply forget your devious opportunist of a twin?

⚠️My art, please reblog but do not repost⚠️

I was inspired by @skaleigha and made this :p

A small break in tickletober for some silly robots. I’m sorry the transformers hyperfixation has TAKEN ME RAAAAAAAH!!!!!

And umm….

COUGH YOUVE SEEN NOTHING-