for a fic, how about a tickle fight between the book club members? (brightney, r&d and astro)
🎀 “Read Between the Giggles” 📚
Featuring Brightney, Astro, and Razzle & Dazzle being absolute disasters in the coziest way.
It had started peacefully.
Brightney had just lit the reading nook with her gentle white glow, casting the whole room in a soft shimmer. Astro was curled up with a blanket and a star-themed bookmark, and Razzle was dramatically reading aloud with one hand over his heart while Dazzle sighed beside him.
And then Brightney snorted.
“Ahem—what was that?” Razzle perked up, eyes narrowing behind his mask. “Did the ever-poised Ms. Brightney just giggle?”
“I did not!” she replied, adjusting the lamp-ruffle around her hips with a humph. “There was just some dust in my lightbulb!”
“Mmm. Yes. Dust,” Astro murmured from his cozy moon-blanket. “A very suspicious form of dust that only shows up when someone pokes your side.”
He reached over gently and boop—poked again.
“EEP—!” Brightney jolted, practically lifting off her feet, glow flickering wildly. “ASTRO!”
“Oh-hoh~!” Razzle practically sang. “I knew there was a reason you always sit so straight! Is it because if you slouch even a little—”
And he jabbed a few fingers into her side.
“–HHEH! D-Don’t you DARE—!” she squawked, backing away, face lighting up like a firecracker. “This is not appropriate book club behavior!!”
But Astro was already smiling in that barely-there way, and Razzle? He was lunging forward.
“No one escapes the tickle tribunal!”
Dazzle groaned, covering his face with his sleeve. “Oh stars… this is gonna get messy…”
Brightney tried to remain composed. She really did. But she was cornered—Razzle on one side, Astro on the other, both of them going after her sides, underarms, and even the area right under her lampshade where her light core glowed brightest.
“N-Nohohoho!! I hahave a reading scheduhuhuhule—!”
“You also have very ticklish hips, apparently,” Astro mused calmly.
“Let us shine some light on that truth~” Razzle added.
In retaliation, Brightney’s hand shot out and scribbled furiously at Razzle’s ribs. He yelped. Dazzle sighed again.
And then—“Oh, for crying out loud…”
Like, gently. Carefully. But he curled his fingers into Astro’s sides and whispered, “You’re the quietest. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
He immediately started twitching in surprise under Dazzle’s wiggly fingers, trying to melt back into his blanket like a sleep-deprived burrito. “P-Please—! I-I am going to drop my book—!”
“Then you’d better laugh quickly,” Dazzle said, and he actually grinned. Just a little.
Eventually the pile of limbs, giggles, and glowing Toons collapsed into a giggly heap on the beanbags. Brightney was glowing like a Christmas bulb. Astro was blinking dizzily, trying to reorganize his book stack. Razzle was fanning himself like a theatre diva. Dazzle had a rare little smile playing at the edges of his mask.
“...I vote we make that the warm-up before reading next time,” Razzle said breathlessly.
“I vote we never speak of this again,” Brightney mumbled into a pillow, still glowing pink.
Astro’s voice was quiet. “...I have not laughed that much in weeks…”
They all sat there in the glow for a moment. Heartbeats slowing. Books forgotten. Cozy and tangled in a way that only good friends can be.
And then Brightney whispered:
“…Next week we’re reading horror. Just so you all know.”
“Can we tickle him again for that?” asked Dazzle.
“Unanimous vote,” said Astro.
And the giggles started all over again.
