...Lee

I haven't seen the full Poppy Playtime Chapter yet... ik yell at me ahhhh

But I've seen it up to the commercial so like...

Listening to this banger on repeat

I love the fic.. so much

AWWWW THANKS YOUUU‼️🫶✨️

UM HEL - FUCKING - LOOO???? EXCUSE ME??

*SOBS*

Y'all-- thank u so much! I love how much you all adore my fanfics. It means so much! Now, here's a 100 follower special! It's short, but... eh.

Annoying!

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--Sang-Woo is just... he's done.--

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|Lees - Gi-Hun & Ali -- Ler - Sang-Woo|

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"C'mon, Sang-Woo! Lighten up!" Gi-Hun nudged Sang-Woo's arm with his elbow.

"...Lighten up?.. Seriously?" He mumbled.

Ali walked by, accidentally tripping on nothing and falling onto Sang-Woo, making Sang-Woo fall on Gi-Hun, and all of them tumble down onto the ground

"Oh! S-Sorry, sir!" Ali apologized

"...It's Sang-Woo." Sang-Woo replied. "And get off of me--"

"S-Sorry, sir!!" Ali stuttered, bouncing off of him as Sang-Woo got up

Gi-Hun just laughed. "Hah! I really know how to make people fall for me, eh?" He laughed at his own weak joke, standing up

Ali just chuckled a little. "Sorry again, sir..."

Sang-Woo's eye twitched. "Call me sir again, I swear--"

"S-Sorry, sir! Awh, darn it!!"

"Pfft-- awh, this is pitiful for you, Sang-Woo..." Gi-Hun snickered lowly.

Sang-Woo blinked and hoisted Gi-Hun over his shoulder, making his back lean against his chest

Gi-Hun squealed out of surprise, his arms hanging from either side of his side as he felt Sang-Woo's arm wrap around his stomach, his hand resting on his side.

☆(I've done research, and Sang-Woo can actually pick Gi-Hun up)☆

"S-Sang-Woo, what are you-- AH!-"

"Your sides were always a bad spot when you're vulnerable..." Sang-Woo mumbled, Gi-Hun's laughter filling up the room

"NOHOHO-! S-SAHAHAHAHANG-WOO!!" Gi-Hun's laughter was bubbly a little

"Uh--" Ali kinda backed away

"Oh no, you aren't off the hook, either!" Sang-Woo pulled Ali's back against his side as his hand scribbled all over the younger ones stomach

"EHEHE-! SihihIHIHIHIR!!" Ali squeaked, his hands on Sang-Woo's arm, trying to pull away, but really just pushed his back on Sang-Woo even more

"Both of ya are annoying... and quit it with the sir." He growled, his arm snaking under Ali's underarm, tickling his neck

"WAHAHAHAIT, PLEHEHEHEHEASE--" Ali squeaked, his giggles forming into laughter

"Two bubbly jerks..." he grumbled

"STAHAHA-- YOHOHOHOHOHOU KNOW I HAHAHAHATE THIHIHIS!!" Gi-Hun squealed

"Tickle tickle tickle~..." He chuckled lowly

"DOHOHOHOHON'T SAY THAHAHAAAHAHAT!!!!!" They squealed

"STAHAHA-- WE'RE SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!" Ali's hands grabbed onto Sang-Woo, not knowing what else to do

"Both of you are just walking tickle spots, huh? So childish..." he mumbled

"YOHOHOHOHOHOU JERK!- NAAAHAHAHAHA!! *squeaky hiccup*"

"No way, since when did you hiccup?"

"SHUHUHUHUT!!"

"SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR PLEHEHEHEASE!!"

"What'd you say?" Sang-Woo raised a brow before tickling Ali's neck quicker

"WAHAHAHAIT!!-"

"Will you shut up and be quiet?"

Gi-Hun nodded frantically "YEHEHEHEHES!- YES, JUHUHUST LET ME GOOOHOHOHOHO!!"

Sang-Woo smirked and stopped, hoisting him down slowly, so Gi-Hun didn't hit his head as he slid on the floor.

"Ahaha... *hic* aha nooho-" Gi-Hun held his sides, curling up a bit

Sang-Woo rolled his eyes before using his free hand to squeeze Ali's hips

"OHOHO MY GAHAHA--!"

"And you... will you quit it with the sir?"

"YEHEHEHEHES!- I WIHIHIHIHIHIHIIILL!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

Sang-Woo nodded and let go as Ali collapsed on the floor, panting

"That's better." His face turned back to normal as he walked away, his hands behind his back

Ali sat up, giggling a little still. "Ihihis he always this mean?.."

Gi-Hun snorted, wiping a tear away "Ahalways..."

💚End💚

Imma try to do a new fic like everyday now ehe:3

*Takes it away*

Nuh uh..

Augh woke up sick

Cuddly Comfort

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--Don't be sad, Mal! Your boyfriends here!--

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|Lee - Mal -- Ler - Vito|

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Ships Included - Mal x Vito

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<My AU plz be respectful:)>

It's been about a month since Mike let Mal stay, and three weeks since Vito and him got together. But guilt was still eating up at him. What he's done... what he tried... it all just felt wrong for a second chance! He didn't deserve it... but he didn't wanna disappear again. People were still on edge... meaning Chester and Svetlana, and other people that weren't alters. Zoey and Cameron... though he had Manitoba, Vito, and Mike. He was grateful for that, but... did he really deserve this? Mal was sitting on his bed in his castle, hugging his knees and looking down, not hearing the footsteps coming up the stairs

"Mally Pie! Do you wanna jo--" Vito came up the stairs and saw Mal in that state. Miele? (Honey) What's wrong?" Vito walked over to Mal, sitting next to him. "...Do I deserve this?" "What?" "Do I deserve a second chance? I mean... I did so many horrible things... to Mike, you, others, I--... I don't think I should've even been offered one!" Mal hugged his knees tighter, burying his face in his knees. Vito frowned, obvious concern in his eyes. "Mal... don't think like that. We forgive you--" "HALF of you do!" Mal interrupted, snapping his head up at Vito. "There's still Cameron, Zoey, Chester, SVETLANA?! I feel so useless and horrible! I'm an awful person!!" Mal held onto his head with his hands, his voice cracking slightly. "Hey... no, they just need time to forgive you. It's okay." Vito scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Mal's shoulders, pulling him closer. "You deserve the second chance, dolcezza (sweetie)." "But--" "No. No buts. It's okay." He rubbed Mal's back. Mal sighed shakily and rested his head on Vito's shoulder. "I-I'm sorry..." "Hey hey... it's okay, don't cry..." Vito hugged his lover, Mal letting tears fall, crying silently into Vito's shoulder. "It's okay, Mal... everything will be okay..."

After a minute or three, Mal calmed down and wiped his tears away. "Sorry..." Mal mumbled as Vito rested Mal's head onto his chest, Mal wrapping his arms around Vito. "Don't be sorry, Mal. You don't need to be." Vito reassured, rubbing his boyfriends back. "Come on... don't be so sad, my dear..." Vito gently traced his fingers down Mal's side. "Pff-- w-wahait... Vihi... noho..." Mal giggled darkly yet softly, burying his face in Vito's chest. "What? You know you like it, Mal..." "It's chihildish..." "Don't give me that BS, my ticklish pie~" "Vihi!" Mal giggled, squeaks slipping out. "Yes, Mal?" Vito said in a soft tone, now slowly yet lightly spidering up and down ribs and sides. "N-Noho pet nahahames!" Vito chuckled and kissed Mal's head, his hands tracing up and down Mal's back. "Ehehe-- nohohoho...!" Mal giggled, clinging to Vito tighter. "Do you feel better?" "Noho!" "It just hasn't kicked in yet~" Vito then gently took Mal's hand, scittering his fingers along Mal's fingers and palms. "Aha! Wahait, noho! *squeak* stohop swihitching spohohohots!" Mal squeaked, hiding his flushed face in Vito's chest. "Oh, I can't switch spots you say?~" Vito then just gently tickled Mal's sides "Oho noho!-- B-Bahabe plehease! *hic*" "Awh, was that a little hiccup? Ahawh! You're so cute!" Mal's giggles went up a notch "Nohohohoho! Dohohon't mention ihihit!" He squeaked as Vito just chuckled. "Laaaaast time... do you feel better?" "Noho!" "No? Now I think you just WANNA be tickled tickled tickled~" "Bahahabe! Nohohohoho!!" Mal's face flushed more. "Is someone getting embarrassed by a word? Yeah? Little tickles? Little tickle tickle?" "Ahaha! No! Nohot thahat!" Mal snorted, burying his face in his lovers chest once more. "Well... I guess we have to go up a notch, Mally Pie!"

"PFF-- BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHOHO-- NOT THEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! *squeal*" Mal squealed and kicked his feet, trapping Vito's hands in his underarms. "You goofball, now I can't move them! Guess I have no choice but to tickle tickle tickle tickle tick-le you!!" Vito teased, continuing to wiggle his fingers. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO-- I CAHAHAHAHA-- VIHIHIHIHIHIHITO!!" "Well I'm stuck! All I can do is tickle you~" "STOOOOHOHOHOHOP SAHAHAHAYING THAHAHAHAT!!" "What? Tickle?" "BIHIHIHITCH--" "That's not nice!" "YOHOHOHOHOHOU'RE NOT NIHIHIHIHIHIHICE!! *squeal* VIHIHIHIHITO!!" Vito chuckled "Feel better dammit!" "PLEHEHEHEHEASE--" "If you say so..." Vito lied Mal on his back and lifted up his shirt slightly.

"Noho-- Vi plehease-- dooooo-- WOOOOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Mal burst out into laughter when Vito blew a raspberry on his stomach before going back up to his underarms. "Tickle Tickle my upset baby!" "NO-- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!" "Do you feel better?" "YES!! YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! I FEHEHEHEHEHEEL GREEHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! *hic*" Mal had tears poke out from the corners of his eyes. Vito stopped and just lied next to his breathless boyfriend. "You-- ehehevil bahastard... ahaha..." Vito chuckled and rubbed his boyfriends belly. "You feel better, no?" Mal just nodded, recovering. "Wanna get some ice cream? That's the reason I came up here, anyway..." "Mhm..." Vito got up and helped Mal onto his feet, holding his hand.

"You know I adore you..."

"I love you more, Vi..♡"

💘End🖤

@imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms @ali-the-weirdo @yoursimp098 @alejandrosballcancer and a couple moreeee

REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK THAT YOUR INTERNET FRIENDS DESERVE THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING BEYOND THAT.

Uh... Mommy's sick.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHH😭💞

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: this entire fic was inspired by that one scene where Al threatens Husk in ep 5. it broke my heart to see him so utterly petrified so I wrote this as a hurt/comfort for myself

Warnings: mentions of Alastor's control over Husk, slight NSFW language but it's not actually sexual I just didn't have any synonyms for what I meant lol

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When you're an Overlord of Hell, you tend to get pretty comfortable with staying in control.

Because one wrong move can mean the end of the line.

Husk knew that better than most.

And even now, after all that power of his was lost, he still found himself more suited to calling the shots in whatever situation he found himself in. It was just easier that way. If he could remain on top of things, then nothing would go wrong. Mostly.

That feeling of security never lasted long, though, because sooner or later, he was reminded of the terrible choice he made long ago. That he gave away his autonomy to the most psychotic demon in hell.

The way he spoke to him. Like he was so small. And insignificant. Like he existed purely for the bastard's own amusement and nothing else. Any input given was condescended to, patronized, and dehumanized. It formed an ugly little pit in Husk's chest. How little control he had once Alastor stepped into the room. It scared him, in a way that so few things did.

At least he had someone else to talk to who knew how he felt.

Speaking of whom, Angel Dust strutted into the bedroom, sporting a fluffy silk robe.

"Hope I didn't make you wait too long~" he whined seductively.

"Not long at all," the other purred.

The two settled down together in bed, soaking in each other's embrace.

Tonight was all about them, huddled together in hell's moonlight.

Husk remained still as Angel shifted downward until his head fit under Husk's chin, knowing just where to go.

He loved to be pampered, that much was obvious.

It was peaceful for some time before Angel's eyes suddenly blinked open.

"Hey. How come you never want a turn at being the little spoon? I'm not unreasonable, I'm sure we could share," he said coyly.

Husk didn't quite know what to say to that. It wasn't something that needed to be spoken in words. Husk dominated, Angel submitted (in more ways than one). It seemed almost absurd to suggest that Husk would be the one being given affection.

"Nah, I'm good. You look pretty comfy down there, anyway."

Angel, however, wasn't satisfied with that answer. He pulled himself back to get a good look at the cat's face, cocking his own head curiously. Who wouldn't want to be on the receiving end? Even once? It couldn't be understated how warm and protected one could feel in the arms of another. And Husk didn't want that? Did he feel pressured to say that because he knew Angel liked to take that spot?

"Really? You THAT much of a top that you can't play second fiddle once?" said Angel.

"I'm just not a big... "softy-cuddles" kinda guy, as if you already couldn't tell," Husk admitted, gesturing to his overall gruff demeanor.

Angel studied his face.

"Not buying that for a second," he said, punctuating each word with a poke to the chest. "Come on, you're missing out!"

"That's sweet, babe, but I'm-"

"Just five minutes?" Angel pleaded, holding five fingers up in front of him, "Five minutes of me cuddling you for a change. If you decide you hate it, I won't bring it up again. I just... you're always taking care o' me. I want to give some of that back to you, ya'know? You deserve it."

Fuck.

How was he supposed to say no to those puppy eyes?

Besides, it couldn't hurt... right?

"Fine," Husk relented.

"Yay!" His boyfriend cheered.

They rearranged their positions; Husk now farther down the length of the bed and Angel wrapping all three pairs of arms around him like a furry burrito. His knees and head also tucked themselves inward to cradle the cat properly.

It still made Husk a little tense, letting someone handle him so willfully, but the touch was too nice to deny for very long. Thoughts of safety oozed into his brain as his body relaxed against the chest behind him.

"See? Now isn't this nice?" said Angel softly, barely above a whisper, "For a man who supposedly doesn't little-spoon, you've got the moves down pat."

"I'm not making any moves," Husk mumbled, smiling loudly in his voice.

"Well, you're relaxed, aren't ya?"

In a way.

Angel peered down at the bundle of fuzz, taking in how much shorter he was in comparison.

"Awww! I never noticed how cute you were from up here." His hand began petting the top of the kitty's head, smoothing down the hair.

And there was that feeling again. The one that couldn't let Husk enjoy a good thing while he had it. The fear of releasing control.

"I'm not a pet," he grumbled, having no control over the defensiveness in his voice.

Angel, ever oblivious, pressed on. "Oh, but you are to me~. My sweet little Husky~."

Finally, the camel's back broke under that straw.

"Just stop, okay?! I don't-" Husk took a much-needed breath, sitting up, "I know being treated like a toy is your thing, but it's not mine. I don't like being talked to like I'm a pet. Like all I am is your little dancing monkey." It dawned on him just how much of all that was directed at Alastor. The words sunk in like cement in a lake, and he turned his eyes away, unable to look at what he just ruined.

Angel blinked. All of sudden, the moment had soured, and he had no clue why. Was it something he said? Husk said he didn't want to be treated like a toy. Is that how he felt? Like he wasn't valued? That wasn't what he was trying to say at all! It was adoration! Not condescension.

"What...?" Angel breathed.

"Forget it. Just, I'm sorry-"

"No! No, don't apologize," Angel interrupted, choosing his next words carefully, "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It wasn't what I meant to say. I wasn't tryin' to say you were weak or small. I was... I was trying to tells you that I adore ya. You do so much for me and our friends. You look out for us, and protect us, and listen to our bullshit problems all the time.

"I think so highly of you, Husk. You don't take shit from no one, not even me. You're unafraid to speak your mind. You know how to keep your head when life gets messy. I got nothing but respect for you. That's why I wanted to do all this. That's why I want to pamper you with love and shit. Because you're always so strong, and I wanted to... I don't know... give you the space where you didn't have to be strong. Not with me."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Husk couldn't find the words even if he tried. He had never heard such meaningful things spoken about him. Him, the grouchy barfly. How could he possibly come back from such a beautiful declaration? Especially now with how foolish he felt. It had never occurred to him that accepting affection was an act of good, and not an admission of weakness. That someone could be trusted to hold him in their hands and lift him up rather than drag him down.

Angel could never be Alastor. This was not a hostage situation.

This was a security.

One that he felt that he needed in this moment more than ever.

"Fuck... I'm sorry. I messed up everything and spoiled the mood. I'm still not very good at this whole intimacy stuff," Husk sighed.

"I know, and it's okay. I can teach you," Angel cupped his hand around Husk's cheek.

Husk leaned into the touch. "And uh... thanks. For what you said."

"I meant it."

What did Husk do on Earth to deserve such an Angel?

"Look, if uh. Ahem. If you still wanted to... to do what you were doing before... you know, I won't fight you," Husk stammered, falling quieter with each word.

If that's the only means of permission that Angel can get right now, then he'll take it. He gently eased Husk onto his back once more.

"Good. 'Cause I still have lots more love to give you, sweetcheeks." Angel's iconic smile returned.

Even though Husk basically just admitted he wanted Angel to keep going, his praises were beginning to fluster him. The corners of his lips started to rise, and the only defense he had against them was to turn his face away from the man in front of him.

"You like it when I talk to you like that, huh, baby? Do you hear in my voice how much I'm crazy about you? How I'd do anything for ya? Cause I would~. There's nothing that you don't deserve," Angel said, scratching oh so lightly beneath Husk's chin.

Husk squeezed his eyes shut as he surrendered to his smile and tried to crush Angel's hand with his neck.

"It's true~. Because you're just the cutest little thing alive! Er, unalive, so to speak," the spider said, feeling encouraged by this reaction, and bringing another hand to scritch in the middle of his side.

Before he could stop it, a giggle escaped from Husk's mouth. Mortified, he then clamped his jaw shut, holding any more upcoming laughs in.

"You don't have to pretend for me, baby. It's just us here," said Angel, now bringing all three sets of arms into the mix. One pair was tracing his sides, another scritching either sides of his neck, and the last drumming their fingers torturously over his belly.

The giggles rose back up again, and this time shutting his mouth wasn't keeping them at bay. If he weren't so stubborn, he might've given in by now. But it was just too embarrassing.

Husk clapped his paws over his mouth, and while it did (partially) succeed in quieting his laughter, it didn't do anything to remedy the tickly sensations now all over his torso. He twitched and quivered under the touch, but with Angel hovering over him, it didn't leave much room for reprieve.

"This looks like it really tickles. I'm sure you'd feel better if you let all those laugh out!" Angel encouraged, "Pleeeeeease? For me? For yourself?"

Still, he didn't budge.

"Okay. I didn't wanna have to do this, but you've left me with no otha' options." Angel took one hand that was scratching his chin and took both of Husk's paws in it, holding them above the cat's head.

The effect was gradual.

At first, you couldn't hear a peep. Then, over a matter of seconds, Husk's giggles began to bubble up once more, fighting their way to the surface, and tickling him from the inside out.

It was over. Before long, there was nothing between the loving attacker and the melodic sound he adored so much. It started out deeper and huskier, much like his normal speaking voice, but with each passing moment, it grew higher in pitch; the kind of laugh he reserved only for his softer moments with Angel.

The spider took this as a sign to continue and deepened the pressure of all of his appendages, digging into the jittery muscles.

Husk couldn't even recognize himself anymore. He sounded nothing like the bitter old drunk he normally was. In its place, was a goofy little lovesick fool who laughed like no one in the world could hear him. He guffawed and chortled and cackled with reckless abandon.

"There it itihis! There's that gorgeous laughter!" Said Angel. "For a moment there, I thought you was bout to explode!"

The compliment somehow made everything worse. The helplessness of the situation was still there, the feeling of being small, but it was... different. Like he was small enough to be held in someone's palm and protected from all harm. It felt safe.

Husk's cheeks began to burn red.

Hopefully, Angel would be too distracted to notice.

"Aw baaabe! Are you blushin'?!"

Fuck.

As if on cue, his cheeks burned brighter.

"Am I making you feel flustered~? Does it make it tickle more?"

"WOHOHOULD YOU SHUHUT UHUHUP?!"

"So it does. Hmm," Angel hummed as he started moving his hands faster and faster up and down his body. Up his sides, then down his sides, up his tummy, then down his tummy.

It was maddening.

It was tortuous.

It was wonderful.

If Heaven didn't feel like this, he didn't want it. If salvation didn't give him the same amount of relief and safety and joy that playing with his lover gave, then it wasn't worth it. He'd stay in this inferno of hell forever if it meant he could stay with Angel. Stay in this moment.

The demon in question kept on with his teases.

"Who's the cutest little thing~?" Angel cooed as he noticed Husk jump when he touched the lowest portion of his belly, "Ohoho, looks like someone's ticklish! Coochie coochie coooo~!"

Just when Husk thought he couldn't laugh any harder, he did.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FUHUHUCKING PRIHIHICK HAHAHA!" Husk snorted.

"Oho my gosh! You sound just like Fat Nuggets!" Angel chortled.

Husk's laughter was beginning to go silent, and started getting wheezier. This, Angel knew, meant it was time to stop.

"Alright, doll, I think you've had enough," Angel said as he released his prisoner.

As the spider removed his hands from his body, Husk started panting and giggling hysterically, still feeling the phantom sensations on his skin.

"Need some help there?" Angel offered, moving his hands back towards the other's belly.

Husk curled away from his hands, "Dohohon't!"

"I'm not gonna tickle ya, I swear! I'm just gonna get the leftover tickles to go away. Okay?"

Husk nodded hesitantly and revealed his stomach to him.

Angel's hands met his fur, and although it did jump at first, the firm pressure and massaging motions rubbed away the remaining tickles, just like he said it would.

"Dahamn. That really works." Husk breathed.

"Right? Now do you feel better?"

"Yeah," Husk sat up as Angel gave him room, "You know, for such a compliant gentleman, you sure do know how to take charge."

Angel swiveled to Husk with his mouth agape. "I can be a boss when I wanna be!"

"Heh. Sure, power bottom."

Angel reached for Husk's right foot (or paw) and skittered one set of fingers over it.

"NonononONONOHOHO! I'M SORRY, I TAKE IT BACK! I tahahake it bahahack! Hehehehe!"

"Uh huh. That's what I thought," Angel stopped and huffed with a wink, nothing but kind love behind his eyes, "So. You ready for bed?"

"After all that laughing? Hell yes I am. I might even sleep through tomorrow." Husk said tiredly.

Angel chuckled, sidling up behind Husk and gently cacooning his arms around him again.

"This okay?"

Husk sighed.

"It's perfect."

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Wooh! That was a rollercoaster! 😅 Hope the people that wanted lee!husk enjoyed this fic 🫶

AAAAAAA! (I love ur fics sm‼️) could you do Lee!sprout and Ler!cosmo ? /vvnf!

Why of course you sweet anons!<3

Free Time!

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--Got some free time until the cupcakes are done--

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|Lee - Sprout -- Ler - Cosmo|

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Imagine This - Their normal skins, aprons are on, in the kitchen like you see in the little episode in the role play area or in one of the maps

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FT - Tisha, Teagan, & Toodles

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Mentioned - Rodger, Shrimpo, Rudie, Coal, Ginger, & Bobette (Limited Toons)

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Ships Included - Teacase (Teagan x Rodger, Romantic)

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"Aaaaannnndddd cupcakes are in the oven!" Sprout shut the oven door with a smile, his hands on his hips as Cosmo set the timer for 10 or 15 minutes

"Indeed they are!" Cosmo giggled, putting the cookie timer on the counter

"Phew... how much longer til' the kids get here?" Sprout asked with a smile

"Ummm... bout' an hour." Cosmo said

"Alright... we'll be shut down for a week after today so the limited toons can come along... and-- Ooh, Tisha! Mind putting the cookies in the oven and set it for 12 minutes before going to the lobby?" Sprout called out to Tisha, who was walking by

"Or 15!" Cosmo tossed Tisha the cupcake timer

"Haha, okay!" Tisha walked over, putting the cookies in the oven, setting the timer for 12 or 15 minutes before placing it on the counter next to the stove

"Thanks Tisha!" Sprout and Cosmo called back, waving goodbye

"Bye boys! That lobby will be absolutely spotless, trust me!" Tisha marched away, her feather duster in hand

Then, Teagan, Rodger, and Toodles were walking by. Teagan and Rodger were lifting the table up to the lobby with trays and 3-tier cupcake stands. Toodles noticed them. "Hi Mr. Sprout and Mr. Cosmo!" Toodles jumped up, waving hi

"Hey, Toodles!" Cosmo waved

"Toodles, baby, can you be mommy's little helper and give the trays and cupcake stands to Mr. Cosmo and Sprout?" Teagan asked with a soft smile

Toodles grinned eagerly, grabbing the trays and stands, hopping over to the two bakers "Here you go!"

"Well, aren't you so helpful? Thank you, dear!" Sprout thanked her, picking them up and placing them near the sink.

"Good job, darling. Now follow me and Daddy to the lobby." Teagan said as Rodger began walking backward again, lifting the table as Teagan walked forward, lifting the table

"Coming! Bye, Mr. Sprout! Bye, Mr. Cosmo!" Toodles waved goodbye, running after her parents

"Phew... well, we got some time on our hands, it seems!" Said Cosmo

"Guess so! Yeesh... I'm tired out. It's been such a busy day, huh? Haven't even heard a word from the short stack."

Cosmo snorted "Haha! Oh, Sprout. Leave Shrimpo alone. He hasn't bothered anybody today, so be grateful."

"Ah... I guess you're right." Sprout leaned on the counter, crossing his arms with a chuckle.

Comso smiled before a little idea popped into his twisty mind. "Say... Sprout... you seem a little... stressed, huh?"

Sprout chuckled. "Hah, yeah. Big day today... with all the moving around?"

"True... you even got some dough on yourself."

Sprout looked confused. He thought he was clean. "I do? Where?"

"Yeah... about riiiighttt... here!" Cosmo dug his thumb into Sprout's side

"Eep-! *snort* C-Cosmohohohohoho!" Sprout squealed, his small smile from earlier growing

"Yes, berry?"

"Eheheheheek-! Dohon't tickle mehehe!"

"What? Just trying to get the dough off...~"

"Oho, you little trihihickster! *snort* aaaaaahaha!"

"Me? A trickster? Why, I'd never!" Cosmo stifled a laugh before tickling the others' lower ribs

"Ohoho nAHAHAho-! C-Cohohohohohosmo!" Sprout giggled and squeaked, leaning up against the counter still

"I still think you have some dough riiiight here~" Cosmo squeezed and squished the strawberry's tummy

"EEP--! NaaHAHAHAHAHAHAHO-! Q-Quihihihihihihit ihit!" Sprout grabbed Cosmo's wrists, a pink blush appearing on his face

"Quit it? But I have to get the dough off silly!"

"Noho-- NAHAHO you doooohohohon't!"

"Well, you gotta look at least somewhat presentable, no?~" Cosmo teased, moving one of his hands under Sprout's shirt, swirling his finger in the belly button

"EHEHEHE NAA-- NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!" Sprout squealed, resting his hands behind him on the counter

"Oooh, is your button sensitive? Is your widdle berry button ticklish?~"

Sprouts face turned pink "BEHEHEHEHEHERRY BUHUHUHUHUHUTTON?!"

"Yeah, Berry Button!"

"NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON'T-- DOHOHOHOHOHON'T CAHAHAHAHAHALL IT THAHAHAAAHAHAT!!" Sprout shook his head rapidly

"Awh, why not? You're a ticklish berry, so it fits! Berry button!"

"NAAAHAHAHA!!"

"Hehe! Awh, tickle tickle tickle!" Cosmo giggled before reaching his other hand that was tickling his best friends stomach down to his hips

"ACK-! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO! NOT-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! *snort*" Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes

"Please? Wow, *THE* Sprout Seedly, saying please?"

"CAHAHAHAHAHAHASMO STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAP!!"

"Alright, alright!" Cosmo laughed, stopping.

"Eheek-! Ohhhhoho... cruhuel..." Sprout giggled, wiping the upcoming tears away.

"Stress gone away?" Cosmo asked

"Yeah, actually... thanks, cookie..."

"No problem, cupcake!" Cosmo smiled proudly, putting his hands on his hips and giving Sprout a little cringey wink

Sprout snorted out a laugh "Pff-- haha! Soho cringe ohhh my god!"

Cosmo and Sprout laughed together before the 6 timers set off.

"Looks like they're done!" Cosmo pointed out

"I'll go get the trolly..." Sprout chuckled, walking away

"Right on!" Cosmo smiled, putting on his oven mitts before opening one of the oven doors

When Sprout came back with the trolly, the cupcakes were on the stands, and the cookies were on the trays. Sprout and Cosmo put the stands and trays on the trolly and smiled

"Ready to get these out there?" Cosmo asked

"Ya know it." Sprout smiled as they began to walk out of the kitchen

♥︎~End~♥︎