#danny fic

"Aaahhh- nothing like coming back home to this little superstar and slipping your aching feet into your big rubber masturbatin' shoes, 'amiright?" Wade entered the living room of his apartment with Dogpool under one arm, a beer from the fridge in the other, and sat beside an unamused Logan on the couch.

Deadpool had an assignment today from Hunter B-15, so he was out while Logan moved into Wade's apartment with Althea, or Blind Al as she's affectionately referred to. Logan didn't have much to move in, considering he wasn't even from this timeline, so he went to the grocery store for the first time in who knows how long to get some essential things. A toothbrush. And a six-pack.

Logan was on his fourth from the six-pack as Wade sunk into the worn couch next to him, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and sighed, content. Dogpool pushed up on Wade's chest to give his face some slobbery kisses. Wolverine groaned in disgust at the display.

"Do you have to make out in here? Why don't you two get a room?" Logan asked gruffly. His personality had brightened since Wade found him in that bar on that fateful day, but that didn't mean he was still a grouch most days. Wade set his beer down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Logan on the couch, causing Logan to lean to the right to escape him.

"It wouldn't make a difference, daddy dearest. It'd still be like we're in the same room with the noises we make. Since we're in this room though, we can make room for one more~" Wade laid his head on Logan's shoulder, which Logan generously tolerated for all of two seconds before he shoved him off.

"Alright, get off. Just because I agreed to live here doesn't mean I'm gonna do the whole... your thing." Wolverine said while swirling a hand in Wade's direction. "I'm not gonna be a prop in the clown show you wanna call an apartment." Wade huffed a short laugh while he petted Dogpool's head.

"Oh! You're the cutest. My clown show has ball gags, whipped cream, and red hot pokers. But if you want to be a part of THAT clown show, I can make the trip to Spencer's, you say the word." Wade pushed his luck with Logan's tolerance as he ran a finger along one of Logan's 'kitten' peaks in his hair. Logan jerked to the side and slapped Wade's hand away.

"Fuck off, I said," Logan growled. Wade nearly squealed in fangirlish delight when he touched the kitten's peak in his hair, scaring Dogpool and having the pup move to the other side of the couch. His hair was softer than he thought.

"I've been wanting to do that since the first X-Men movie!" Deadpool sighed dreamily and melted. "You know how to make my dreams come true, Wolvie." Deadpool put his cheek in his hand while he lovingly looked up to Wolverine, who was trying to watch the television and tune Deadpool out. Wade brought his hand up to fluff the kitten peak some more, to which Wolverine shot his claws out and threatened Deadpool with them.

"You keep it up, and these will go in a place that will have you screaming your national anthem." Logan threatened. Wade fanned his cheeks at the suggestive words before correcting Logan's words.

"OUR national anthem, Hoser. Don't forget canonically we're both from Canada. And I'm talking to Wolverine, not Hugh Jackman. And also- don't make a promise you can't keep." Deadpool winked as Wolverine rolled his eyes.

"Besides, a little roughing up is in order as it's your first night living in the apartment! Think of it as initiation on your first night in Boy Scouts. Don't worry, I'll be more gentle than Scout Master Kevin was with me." Deadpool promised. Logan huffed an irritated noise as he sheathed his claws back into place. He was also 4 beers deep, so he had a small buzz going. His tolerance towards Wade was slightly larger than usual.

"Just keep away from me, huh? It's not that hard. You ever heard of personal space? They ever teach you that on the planet you're from?" Logan asked, exasperated. Wade shook his head with a gleeful smile and reached his finger forward to feather it in Logan's kitty peak again. Before his finger reached its destination, Logan swatted Wade's hand away. Wade's finger landed near Logan's ear, so he just reached forward and wiggled his finger in his ear to annoy him. His finger wiggled in his ear and scritched down the side of his neck.

"Nope. Just how to slash people in half while also being the funniest and sexiest person in the room. Although you could say that's a God-given talent. Not everyone can accomplish that. Take Ryan Reynolds for example." Deadpool turned to look at the camera.

While Deadpool was yapping, Wolverine twitched to the side from Wade's fingers in his ear and let out a small huff before he could stop himself. He swatted Wade's hand away from his neck before adjusting himself on the couch. Wade's eyes widened with wonder as he rose from his position on the couch and got very close to Logan's face. Logan raised an eyebrow at Wade.

"Either I'm still hallucinating from that Drain-O I drank earlier or you've just given me the greatest gift possible, Logan Howlett. You couldn't possibly be ticklish, could you? That'd be downright diabetic." Wolverine side-eyed Deadpool and tried to turn his attention to the TV again.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Leave me alone and tend to the muppet you wanna call a dog over there." Wolverine gestured to Dogpool sitting on a dog bed that was 10 times his size cleaning himself. Deadpool looked back to Dogpool, confirmed that he was just fine, and turned his attention back to Wolverine.

"Oh trust me I will. But first- more pressing matters. And I mean that literally." Wade wasted no time taking his fingers and pressing them into Logan's stomach, zipping his fingers up and down the expanse of his tummy quickly. He scritched and feathered his fingers up and down Logan's tummy as quickly as he could while he had this golden opportunity.

Logan snorted through his mouth and dropped his beer in his struggle to curl up and protect himself. He brought his knees up to try and shield his stomach, but Wade's body was in the way to properly do so. Wolverine growled out his chuckles through his teeth while he tried to push Deadpool off of him.

"Pffmt! Urrghh- Gehet thehe fuhuck offa me!" Logan narrowed his eyes as he tried to rip Wade off of him, his stomach bouncing underneath Wade's fingertips. Deadpool smiled at his accomplishment to get the grumpy bastard to laugh for once.

"Wow, those tight, buttery Hawaiian rolls do NOT disappoint. They're hard as a brick house, just like me. I bet everyone reading is jealous AF right now." Deadpool ran his fingertips over Wolverine's abs while shielding himself from Wolverine's attacks. Logan snarled and huffed as he tried punching and gripping Wade's suit to get him off.

"Uhuhurgh! Wahade! You're deahead, yohou hehear mehe?!" Wolverine attempted to threaten him and punch his back, but no one took him seriously when he was so giggly. Wade's back was to him, and his whole torso was damn near on his lap with his hands scribbling in his sides.

"Well, yes. It's in the name, sweetheart. DEAD-pool. Are you delirious already? Geez. I knew your tummy was ticklish from the first X-Men movie, which is what I've ALSO been wanting to do since then, but I didn't know it was this bad. I might need to rework my fanfictions now that I have real source material." Deadpool was thinking up the title of his new fic as his fingers traveled down to Wolverine's hips and started squeezing.

Logan let out a hearty snort as he bucked his hips instinctively. He unsheathed his claws, to which Deadpool flipped around on Wolverine's lap to make them face-to-face.

"Nah ah ah! Claws are off-limits, Baraka! Blind Al doesn't want any blood on this couch, it's brand new from Goodwill. You know how expensive Goodwill is." Deadpool pointed a finger at Wolverine, to which Wolverine snapped his teeth. Wolverine raised his arm to make his claws level with Deadpool's face.

"Then get the fuck off of me and quit fucking messing with me, dick for brains! Why do you always have to be such a moron?" Wolverine questioned. Deadpool took a chance and twiddled his finger in Wolverine's kitten peak again to be annoying before launching his hand into Wolverine's open armpit. Deadpool started scribbling his fingers in the hollow, where Wolverine choked and slammed his arm down.

"Because morons are funny, and I'd rather be the most hilarious person in the room rather than the smartest. Besides, look at how much joy I'm imparting to you! Your face is a dream of laughter and whimsy." Logan's eyes had a very much murderous gleam in them, but he had a forced smile on his face from the armpit scribbles. Dealing with Wade was proving to be impossible.

Logan grabbed Wade's front on his suit and curled his fingers into the material. "Yohou lihisten hehere yohou- ahahaha! Ahahahasshole! *snort* Guurgh! Gehehet thehehe fuhuhuck off of mehehe!" Wolverine growled and snarled his annoyance, but his giggles mixed into the sound. Wade had found a sweet spot in between the bottom of his armpit and a rib-bone.

"Daaww, is little Wolvie tickly wickly? Does Wolvie-reen have a case of the giggly-wigglies? He's so tickle-tickle-ticklish, yes he is! Just the cutest widdle ticklish honey badger! Such a cutie patootie Wolvie-volvie." Wolverine had his eyes squeezed shut as genuine laughter started to come through, the ridiculousness of Deadpool's baby talk and Deadpool's fingers back in his tummy was too much.

"I-hehehe- I swehehear to fuhuhuckin' Gohohohod-" Logan's cheeks started to heat from the exertion. The tips of his ears burned with the stupidity of it all. Logan tried grabbing Wade's wrists to control him, but Wade evaded his attempts rather easily.

"I should put this on TikTok and see how the kids like it! I wonder if that would fit within TikTok's community guidelines, seeing how this is just straight-up pornography. I mean, it feels like I have to pay before seeing something like this. Wait, have I made that joke already? Oh yeah, in the last fic."

Wade gave Logan a few more side pinches before getting up off of his lap and sitting by his side again, and resuming his earlier treatment of messing with his kitten peaks. Wolverine breathed in a breath of patience and prayed to whoever was listening that he actually stuck to that patience.

"If I let you continue... whatever it is that you're doing, you're not to do... what you did before. Got it?" Wolverine asked. Deadpool gave him a sympathetic look as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Poor big bad Wolvie can't say the eensy T-word? This is like when I heard Colossus say 'fuck' for the first time. Come on, I'll pop your cherry. We'll say it together-" Wolverine batted Deadpool's hand off of his shoulder and growled at him.

"Uurgh! No more fucking tickling moron. Just leave me be." Wolverine reached over the side of the couch for his dropped beer, which he saw only had dregs in the can. Dogpool was being dutiful lapping up the spilled drink.

"Okay, okay, fine. And I was about to say you were being a good sport about your initiation. I don't remember you being this dramatic on set. Are you on your cycle? Do you want some cranberry juice?" Deadpool offered. Wolverine rubbed his throbbing temples as he grabbed another beer from his six-pack, and picked up Dogpool to give to Deadpool.

"Here. Play with your sock puppet-lookin' dog and give me peace." Wade squealed as he was given his baby and gave him a hug.

"Oh my babies! How are you my gorgeous nugget?" Deadpool smelled Dogpool's booze breath and winced.

"Woah- boy. You smell like me on the set of Green Lantern. Don't tell Feige I said that, he'll raise Stan Lee from the dead just to bitchslap me." Deadpool ruffled Dogpool's ears as Wolverine snorted.

"Hmmph, sounds like you deserve it." Deadpool smiled as he laid on Wolverine's shoulder again, Wolverine tolerating it now more than he did before. He'd tolerate this any day rather than their previous activities.

"Hah... home sweet home, with my puppy, and my kitty."

"I'm not your fucking-"

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

 “Prettyyy Patriiick! Ham-ham son wee! (I would do anything for him!)” Puppycat squealed in his high-pitched voice. Bee hummed excitedly as she bat Puppycat’s bell collar, and conjured a pink letter from the bell. Bee began to respond to Puppycat when there was suddenly knocking at the door. The two craned their necks up to see a boy walking in through the door. A light-skinned boy spotted Bee and Puppycat on the floor. 

  “Oh- Uh, sorry, Bee. I wanted to bring you this lava lamp- lava- lasagna- I made. It’s still warm.” The boy, Deckard, blinked his heterochromatic eyes. He closed the door behind him as Bee set Puppycat down and popped off the floor. 

 “Ooh, a lunch for my lunchbox! Thanks, Deckard!” Bee ran up to Deckard and scooped the pan of lasagna from his hands.

“Lunchbox? I didn’t know you had one.” Deckard scratched the back of his neck as Bee filled her mouth with yummy lasagna. 

 “Mmm- I don’t have one yet- mmph- but I’m gonna soon.” Bee said in-between bites. 

 Bee had a sudden idea just as Deckard was turning towards the door. 

 “Well, I should probably get back to Cass, I have to clean the kitchen-” Deckard looked down to where Bee had slapped her hand around his wrist. 

 “Deckard, you should come with me to my temp job! It’ll be fun!” Bee set her lasagna down on the table as Deckard had a nervous expression. 

 “Oh uh- I’m not sure if I can-” 

 “Too late!” Bee produced her pink letter and slapped the face of it, transporting the two into Fishbowl Space. Deckard floated upside down with his feet over his head. 

 “Wha! Bee- my slipper’s gonna fall!” Bee looked over calmly to Deckard, her hair trailing behind her as they floated down gracefully from the portal in her living room. She reached up a hand to grab Deckard’s slipper. 

 “Pfft- silly. Slippers don’t fall in space.” She slid Deckard’s slipper on for him, and gave him a sneaky scritch near his heel. Deckard kicked as they appeared infront of Temp Bot. 

 “Temp Bot! We need a job, quickly! Pleeeeeease! Anything you got!” Bee pleaded, Temp Bot’s eyes scanning over the two. 

 “Well a ‘hello’ would be nice, first. But, I do have a job for you. The Bun people on Rabbitoba have been feeling sad lately. It’ll be your job to cheer them up! When you’re successful, you’ll be paid. Stand still for uniform assignment.” Temp bot made two outfits materialize on Bee and Deckard. The two wore matching outfits of white clothes covered in a pattern of different smiling faces. 

 “Oooh my god my boots are smiling!! The mission shouldn’t be too hard! Come on, Deckard.” Bee fell into Temp Bot’s mouth with a nervous Deckard trailing behind her. 

 “Uh, Bee? I really have to get back to- mmph-” Deckard walked face-first into Bee’s giant poof of hair, his mouth muffled with the cushion. 

 “Oh Deckard, isn’t this place cuuute?” Bee chirped as she plucked a flower out of the earth. “It’s adorable in here.” The sky was an Easter egg pink and blue, with huge fluffy clouds and candy green grass. Rolling hills were covered in little white flowers, and trees bore yummy looking fruit. 

 “Yes it’s...cute. Look, Bee, I uh...have to get back to-” 

  “Oh the help! The help has arrived!” Bee and Deckard turned around to see a small community of bunny people, which were bunnies that could speak. They looked like any other bunny; their colors ranging from white to black with brown and mixed colors in-between, but they looked bigger and softer than normal bunnies. 

 “Awww my goodness! Look at you guys!” Bee scooped up a white bunny into her arms and snuggled it against her cheek. 

 “What’s your name little guy?” She asked warmly. 

 “Steve.” The bunny replied in a low gruff voice. “Let go of me, my wife is watching.” 

 “Op- sorry..” Bee released Steve and looked toward the leader of the bunny people. 

 “Great helpers of Fishbowl Space. My name is Archibald. Do not call me Archie, please. We crave entertainment desperately. What do you have for us?” Archibald was a small black bunny with white feet and a pink nose. He had a small red cape fastened around his neck to signify his status as king. 

 Bee held her chin to think while Deckard looked around at all the bunnies. There were certainly a lot, and more coming out of little holes in the ground which he assumed were their homes. Were the homes furnished? Bunny furniture... 

 “Aw, I got it!” Bee snapped her fingers, which snapped Deckard out of his thoughts. “We will entertain you by singing!” The bunnies all took a seat, preparing for the song, except for two curious bunny children that slunk off to the side. 

 Bee clasped her hands infront of her and began to sing the first song that came to mind. 

 “Don’t be sad, I’m still your dad. I’d be there if I could. I sure hope that you’re not broke, and everything’s been running good.” Bee sang wonderfully, but the bunnies were getting antsy. They wanted something more physical, and the song wasn’t doing it for them. 

 Deckard crossed his arms and checked his watch, when he felt fluffy sensations on the outsides of his ankles. Deckard twitched and looked down to find two bunny children snuggling up by his slippered feet. He didn’t want to interrupt Bee’s singing, but this was starting to feel a certain way-

 “Psst! Hey! Go back to your- seheats!” Deckard slapped his hands over his mouth while the bunnies cuddled into his bare skin. Their whiskers were dusting past the tops of his bare feet, and it was driving him a little batty. 

 “Way to go at keepin’ on going, have a happy birthday.” Bee finished the song with a smile on her face, but she realized the attention wasn’t on her anymore. “Huh? Where did every-” She turned around to see that Deckard had fallen on his back, and the bunnies had started to swarm him and nuzzle their noses in him. 

 Deckard’s cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment at the situation. He had bunnies snuggling in his sides and climbing in his armpits, pawing at his knees and sniffing in his ears. It was all too light and tingly!! 

 “Aaah! Bee help mehehe! This is too- teeheehee! Ticklish! Ack!” Deckard’s slippers had been stolen. Bunnies started cuddling and surrounding his bare feet in fluffiness. 

 “Mmm, I dunno Deckard~ The bunnies seem to be pretty entertained. What do you guys think?” The bunnies all squeaked in agreeance. “Well then, that settles it! Now let’s see.” Bee folded her dress underneath her so she can sit on it properly, and started scribbling her fingers into Deckard’s tummy. Deckard narrowed his eyes and started giggling heartily. 

 “Beehehehee! This ihihihisn’t hehehelping!” Deckard tried his best to cover up his tummy with his hands, but there were bunnies underneath his arms and he didn’t want to hurt them. 

 “Deckard, we have to entertain them and this is what they wanna do! Don’t disappoint them!” Bee’s fingers started scritching into his lower tummy and hips, which Deckard had to be careful to not kick his legs in protest. 

 “Stahahap! Beehehee plehehease!” Bee’s tickling along with the bunnies crowding him in fluff and twitchy whiskers made the situation too sensitive. Deckard felt like he could feel everything all at once. 

 “I remember when you were an itty bitty baby and you used to looooove tickles~ You would wanna play tickle games all night long, and you would lift up your shirt and show me where you wanted me to tickle next. It was so cuuuute!” Bee remembered Deckard’s love for tickles as a child fondly, while still targeting tickle spots at random. Deckard was squirming and trying to avoid as many tickles as possible while the bunnies still crowded him. 

“Okahahay Bee I get- I gehehet it! Cahahan hehehelp mehehe??” Deckard was starting to get red in the face. Due to his consistent squirming, his shirt rode up a bit. A bunny noticed this new opening and nosed his way inside Deckard shirt. The fuzziness of the bunnies fur brushed up the length of Deckard’s side. 

 The white-haired boy gave a manly squeal and tried not to flail so much so he wouldn’t hurt the bunny. 

 “Ahahaha no!! Bunnehehee plehehease! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!” Deckard squinted his heterochromatic eyes in laughter as more bunnies followed suite by traveling up his tummy. 

 “Aww! Everyone thinks you’re warm and cuddly, Deckard. That’s so cuuute~” Deckard was belly laughing at this stage, which in turn made his body warmer to the touch. The amount of twitching whiskers, fluffs brushing against his skin, little paws pressing against his belly to walk, and dusting bunny tails made Deckard want to yell. Not to mention Bee scribbling and pinching any exposed skin she found, which was Deckard’s belly and hips at the moment. 

 “Nohoho it’s nohohot! Bunniehehes mehehercy!!” Bee looked around at Deckard’s situation and realized it had progressed while she was focused on his tummy. Two heavier bunnies were laying on Deckard’s ankles, and a small revolving circle of bunnies passed by Deckard’s feet like a moving fluff machine. Bee didn’t know bunnies could be so creative. With this method, Deckard’s bare feet never got a break from the brushing of fluffy fur, whiskers or bunny tails being used against them. 

 Deckard’s toes curled and his fists started to clench from not moving as much as he’d like to be. “Alright you guys, Deckard looks a little tired. Maybe we can, you know, lessen it a little?” The bunnies perked their heads up and stopped the tickling momentarily. Deckard breathed in and wiped his forehead of a light sweat, his heart beating from the activity. 

 “You okay Deckard? You took it like a champ.” Bee smiled down at Deckard, making his face redder than it already was. 

 “Y-Yeah.. I’m fine. Just a little tilted- tilt- tired. That’s all.” Deckard felt sniffing by his ear, making him squeak and giggle again. 

 “Tehehee! Aaah, come here little guy. Aww, what’s your name?” Deckard scooped up the bunny while still on his back and held the bunny up to the sky. 

 “Steve. Again. Let me go, my boss is watching.” 

 “Oh- sorry.” Deckard released the bunny and sat up to stretch. “Jeez, you guys know how to uh...do your thing. Heh-” Deckard sat criss-cross applesauce to hide his feet and any other bare parts of his body. 

 “Yes, the Bun people of Rabbitoba thank you for your service.” Archibald, the leader of the Buns spoke. “Our spirits have been lifted!” The bun people gave hoots and shouts and gave thanks to Bee and Deckard. Deckard stood up with Bee, while two bunnies gave him his slippers back. 

 “It was no trouble! It was really fun actually. I’m glad we were able to help you buns.” Bee smiled while Deckard scratched his neck nervously. 

 “Uhh- yeah, it was fun. E-Embarrassing but...fun.” The leader of the Bun people gave a signal, presumably to prepare Bee and Deckard’s payment. 

 “To give thanks to your generosity, we present to you 1000 Bunny Bucks, which you can only redeem in Rabbitoba.” A white bunny approached with the money, to which Bee knelt down to pick up.

 “Oh uh, we need cash for our world. I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I don’t think anything would be of use to us on...Rabbitoba.” Deckard knelt down to receive his 1000 Bunny Bucks, which he kinda just stuffed in his pocket. 

 “Nonsense! All creature comforts you can find on your world are also commodities of Rabbitoba. See for yourself!” The bunny directed the attention of Bee and Deckard to a storefront that looked like anything they would find back home. 

 There was even a Limited Edition Pretty Patrick Lunchbox in the display window of the store. Bee’s eyes turned into moons as she squealed with happiness and ran into the store. 

 “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!! I have it!! Aaah Deckard look!!” Bee ran over with her new lunchbox and jumped up and down excitedly. Deckard smiled at her excitedly and raked his eggshell hair back. 

 “Thank you Bun people. We’ll be on our way now.” Deckard spoke for Bee and himself and placed his hand on her back.

 “Safe travels! And do come back anytime!~” The leader spoke, all the bunnies waving goodbye and wishing them well.

 Deckard guided Bee back to the opening of Fishbowl space, Bee still oozing over her lunchbox. 

 “I’m glad I got to help you get your lunchbox, Bee. You deserve it.” Deckard said genuinely. Bee looked up from her lunchbox and at Deckard. She reached up on her tippy-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

 “Thanks, Deckard. You’re the best.” 

 “I’d rather burn myself alive.” Wednesday turned back to her typewriter while Enid pouted. The blonde roommate hopped off her bed and crossed the room to Wednesday’s side. 

 “Oh come on, Wednesday, please? Just one photo and I’ll leave you alone to type, I promise.” Enid pleaded with her eyes while Wednesday glared at her venomously. 

 “Fine.” Wednesday said with finality. Enid squeaked with glee as she got her camera ready. 

 “Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Okay, 3, 2, 1, smile!” Enid smiled wide and struck up a peace sign while Wednesday stared daggers into the camera lens. The camera flashed the two girls; Enid jumping happily when the picture was taken. 

 “Aaaah I’m so excited! A picture with my roomy-” Enid inspected the photo. Enid looked happy as can be, while Wednesday looked like she was attending a funeral. “Wednesday, you didn’t smile. You look like someone ran over your dog.” Wednesday brightened at that comment. 

 “Sounds like I look quite joyful in the picture, then.” Enid huffed and readied her camera again. 

 “Can we take another photo with you smiling in this one? I want a happy picture. Please?” Enid asked. Wednesday’s eyes grew clouds in the irises. 

 “The only time I’ve smiled in a photo was when I witnessed my neighbor getting hung in his backyard during a family portrait. I don’t smile in photos when I’m prompted.” Wednesday declared. Enid rolled her eyes and knelt by Wednesday’s side as she turned back to her typewriter once more. 

 “Well, is there something that makes you smile that I can capture in the photo? Can I show you a picture of a dead body and it’ll make you laugh?” Wednesday huffed out of exasperation and turned to Enid. 

 “That won’t make me laugh, it’ll make me want to cut it open. I gave you the photo you wanted and you promised me peace.” 

 “But you’re not smiling in it! I wanted the both of us smiling in the photo. Thing, back me up here?” A stitched hand perked up on the desk, alerting the two girls. The sentient hand thought for a moment, and tapped on the desk to communicate to Wednesday. 

 “Mmm, tempting. But a fresh cadaver wouldn’t be enough to make me smile for a photo.” Wednesday responded to Thing’s offer. The hand thought again and tapped on the desk to communicate to Enid. 

 “Ah, no, I can’t give her a student to experiment on. The principal said no more kidnapping.” Enid shrugged while Thing was thinking up one last desperate move. Thing started skittering across the desk and plopped in Wednesday’s lap. The hand crawled up Wednesday’s side and started squeezing into the divet. 

 “Thing, what are you up to- eek!” Wednesday squeaked and bit her lips to hold in her impulsive laughter. Her pigtails flew forward as she lurched in her chair; pulling on Thing’s hand to rip it away. Enid brightened the whole room with her sudden excitement to the situation. 

 “O. M. G!! Wednesday Addams is ticklish! This is officially the best day ever! I can’t believe such a Debby Downer like you could be so giggly!” Enid got on her knees and started scribbling up and down Wednesday’s other side, the two different tickling tactics not helping Wednesday in her fight to not release her laughter. 

 “I’m gonna tell everyone about this! Bianca is gonna FLIP when she finds out! And I’m sure Xavier would like to know too, after all those times you hurt his feelings on accident. And Eugene would like to know too- hey, all those times the bees crawled on you through your bee suit, did it tickle?” Enid’s insistent talking covered up the struggling sounds of Wednesday bucking in her seat. She tried fending off Thing while elbowing Enid’s arms, but Enid was quite resilient, seeing as she was a werewolf. 

 “Thing, how long have you known about this and not told me? Besties are supposed to tell each other everything- even though I didn’t tell you I’m ticklish too. I guess it just didn’t come up in conversation? Oh well, I’m definitely gonna be talking about this for the rest of the day!~” Enid smiled wide as she moved both her tickling hands up and down Wednesday’s side. Wednesday’s eyes squeezed shut. She tried to control her breathing to calm her nerves, but an unexpected pinch in her armpit from Thing interrupted that quickly. Wednesday usually did well with torture, but this was not the pleasurable kind. 

 “Where else are you ticklish? I wanna make you Laugh Out Loud for this picture- it’ll be so cute!” Enid unsheathed her wolf’s claws and started tingling them over Wednesday’s thigh. The light tickling made Wednesday squeak in her throat and slapped Enid’s hand away. 

 “Oh! You like that spot! Thing, help me out!” Thing crawled up Wednesday’s arm and skittered across her shoulders to pin her wrist down to the table. Wednesday had a small moment to catch her breath and compose herself. 

 “I want you to know that I am incredibly skilled in over 46 torture techniques and I have access to over 100 torture devices. You’ll be subjected to all of them when this is over.” Wednesday promised Enid, although her composure had clearly slipped for a moment. Enid gulped at the idea, but ultimately shrugged at it. 

 “I guess that means that I’ll have to do this to you forever so that’ll never happen!” Enid started scribbling into Wednesday’s side and now a small window of her armpit that opened. Enid jumping back into the tickling so suddenly caught Wednesday by surprise. Wednesday started giggling and tried to fend Enid off with her other hand. 

 “Awww, your laugh is so cute and bubbly! I could listen to it all day! If I recorded it would you be mad at me?” Wednesday narrowed her eyes in her giggles as she responded. 

 “I’d tuhurn yohour spihihine into a spihihice rahack-” Wednesday snickered and tried to bring up her knee to turn into a ball, but Enid skittered her fingers over Wednesday’s thigh to prevent that. 

 “Oooh, someone’s getting into the decorative spirit. But I’ll take the hint. I love how you’re so ticklish, it’s a total contrast to your personality. The psychopath sociopath murderer is soooo ticklish and cute! I’m posting this on my story.” Enid scribbled her fingers all over Wednesday to get a final point in, and then retracted her claws. 

 “Okay Thing, you can let her go now. That should be enough for a photo, don’t you think?” Thing nodded as Enid picked up her camera again, and snapped a photo of the two girls. Enid struck the same pose as before, while Wednesday looked into the camera with a light smile and tinged pink cheeks. 

 “Oh this is TOTES adorbs! I’m posting this everywhere.” Enid looked back to Wednesday, calming down from her small tickle attack. She was rubbing her wrist where Thing was holding it down. Enid placed a comforting hand on her back. 

 “Thanks, Wednesday. You’re my first roomy and my current bestie, so I wanted to save the memory. I’ll only put up the photo if you want me too.” Wednesday looked to Enid, her calculating stare already back on her face. 

 “Put it up, but if anyone sees that photo it’ll be the last thing they lay eyes on.” Enid pursed her lips and nodded once, and got off the floor to print the picture. 

 “You know, now that I know that you’re so adoooorably ticklish, your threats aren’t too scary anymore. Isn’t that weird?” 

 “Happiness? We know how to be happy...don’t we?” Duck asked no one in particular. 

 “I know how to be happy. I’m happy when I think about a baseball.” Yellow Guy fantasized about baseballs while the woman smiled down at them. 

 “Yes, very good. You know how to be happy, but do you know how to produce happiness even when you’re mad?” The guys thought about it and shrugged their shoulders. When you’re feeling one emotion, how can you force yourself to feel another? 

 “Well I’m not sure, how can we do it?” Duck asked inquisitively. The woman winked and waved her wand to send glittering dust over to Duck and Yellow Guy. The dust settled on the two, and they started to giggle and twitch. 

 “Tickling, naturally! Anytime you’re upset, you just get a few tickles in your system and you’ll be back to smiling in no time! Now, who needs a pick-me-up?” Yellow Guy and Duck had calmed down from the tickling dust; they were both smiling and looked happy. Since they were both sitting in front of Red Guy, they had taken most of the dust and Red Guy had gotten none of it. The two guys looked behind them to see a neutral expression on Red Guy’s face. 

 “What? Don’t look at me like that. I’m not even ticklish.” Red Guy covered his tummy with his arms while the guys advanced towards him. 

 “You’re not? Well, that’s an easy fix!” The woman waved her wand over Red Guy’s head and covered him in the golden tickling dust. Red Guy started to huff and chuckle quietly, while the teacher sat in Duck’s chair and watched the show. 

 “Look, he’s laughing! He’s happy now.” Yellow Guy moved Red Guy’s arms out of the way and started scratching over his tummy. Red Guy covered his face with his hands as he giggled into them. 

 “Cohome ohohon now- You don’t have to do this-” Red Guy tried covering his tummy and his face at the same time. Such a big guy curling into a ball in his recliner.   

 “I believe we must. You’ve been a bit moody these past few days. Some laughter would do you good.” Duck commented. Duck pushed Red Guy’s elbow away from his side and started wiggling his fluffy fingers into his ribs. 

 “I hehe- I hahaven’t been moody-” Red Guy protested. He fought to keep his laughter at a low register at least. 

 “There you go! Tickling is an excellent way to produce mirth and keep yourself happy. Don’t you feel better already?” The teacher asked the guys. 

 “I know I feel better, what about you?~” Duck teased Red Guy by scritching over his tummy. Yellow Guy started tickling over Red Guy’s knees which made him make a noise. 

 “Euh- cuhuhut thahat ohout! I’m hahappy okahay?” Red Guy squirmed and huddled into a ball on his recliner by pulling his knees up to his chest, but no matter what new position he put himself in, Yellow Guy and Duck tickled him in new places they found. 

 “Uh, Miss? When do we know he’s had enough?” Yellow Guy asked innocently, his fingers stilling for a moment. The teacher smiled at Yellow Guy and pet his head. 

 “What a wonderful question. We can check his happiness level using this.” The teacher produced an instrument that looked like a thermometer, and pressed it against Red Guy’s head. Red Guy uncurled himself for a moment, seeing as he wasn’t currently getting tickled.

 Ding! 

 The instrument chimed when it was ready. The teacher checked the happiness meter and confirmed what it read. 

 “Ah! He’s almost there. Just a bit more now, don’t hold back! We want all of our friends to be as happy as possible, don’t we?” Yellow guy and Duck looked back to Red Guy as he covered himself again. 

 “What do you mean? You mean, we have to do it again?” Red Guy asked. 

 “Well of course! How else are you going to be completely happy if we don’t finish? Go on then, make your friend as happy as he can be!” Red Guy thought he had all of his spots covered, until he felt fluffy fingers on his back and small hands on the back of his knee. Red Guy sputtered as he bat their hands away, but they immediately resumed their tickling. 

 “I hehehe- I’m happy, I sweahear! Youhou don’t hahave to do this!” Red Guy tried curling into his little ball again, but Duck had gotten a good grip on his tummy from seemingly nowhere. 

 “If you’re so happy, then you won’t mind us making you happier, now won’t you?” Duck countered, and squeezed his fingers into Red Guy’s belly. Red Guy twitched and spasmed out of his chair to escape the electric tickles. He landed on his back on the floor of the living room. 

 “Alrihight- thahat’s enough nohow!” Red Guy’s laugh turned into a squeak as Duck started squeezing his thighs, and Yellow Guy moved his hand out of the way to squish his hip. Red Guy has never laughed this much before, or even felt this much physical stimulation all at once before. It was bad, but kind of good in its own way. It was hard to describe. 

 “Don’t move so much, you’ll knock the photographs off the walls and ruin their frames. You know how expensive they are.” Duck fluffed his fingers in Red Guy’s spine as Yellow Guy started kneading Red Guy’s hip with his thumb.

 “Yeah, and you’ll make the computer fall on the floor. Then we can’t check our emails.” Red Guy shuffled along the floor, trying to escape all the fingers surrounding him. 

 “If youhou dohohon’t wahant it brohohoken you’ll stohop it!” Red Guy laughed out his words. 

 “What? Could you repeat yourself? I hadn’t got a word of what you said.” Duck was having a lot of fun with today’s lesson. Surely if Duck was making Red Guy laugh like this, then he can convince Red Guy that he was the father figure of the trio. No father figure laughed like a child, after all. 

 “I sahahaid stohop, nohow!” Red Guy’s laughter thundered as he tried batting them all away, but Duck and Yellow Guy went underneath his batting hands and squished all of his unprotected tummy. Red Guy giggled and kicked his legs in protest. 

 “Now is that any way to talk to your dearest friends? I feel a little hurt. What about you? Don’t you feel hurt that he’s talking to you this way?” Duck asked Yellow Guy. Yellow Guy stopped squishing Red Guy’s hip and thought about it. Red Guy breathed in deeply on the floor. 

 “Uh...yeah. He shouldn’t be talking to us like that.” Yellow Guy agreed. 

 “Exactly. I say we make him even happier, seeing as he’s still grumpy.” Red Guy craned his neck up from off the floor to address Duck. 

 “I’m not grumpy, I just don’t want to be- tihihickled!” Red Guy giggled as Duck fluffed his fingers over Red Guy’s tummy once more. 

 “You shouldn’t be so ticklish then. It’s almost as if you’re asking for it.” Duck teased. So maddening. Yellow guy squeezed Red Guy’s ribs as Red Guy started chuckling again. 

 “I cahahan’t cohohontrol it!” Red Guy was starting to get flustered. No matter what part of himself he blocked from tickles, the guys just found other places to tease. 

 “Alright boys, let’s give your friend a break now. If you give your friend too much happiness, it could lead to sadness. We wouldn’t want that now.” The teacher smiled as she produced the happiness meter once more and measured Red Guy’s happiness. Red Guy breathed heavily on the floor, his face feeling damp with a light sweat. 

Ding!  

 “Oh, excellent work! Your friend is exactly 100 percent happy! Now, remember what I’ve taught you. Any time you feel down, get a few laughs in you and turn that frown upside down! Bye bye now.” The teacher whisked herself away with her wand in a flourish of the gold dust lining the floor. 

 Duck turned to Red Guy, his fluffy fingers teasing Red Guy’s tummy.  

 “So, ticklish, are you? I never would have guessed that such a fearless leader could have such a weakness.” Red Guy slapped Duck’s hand away as he sat upright on the floor. 

 “Yeah yeah yeah, don’t do that again. Or I’ll be the one making you happy.” Red Guy threatened.