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Zoey has ticklish freckles

Do with that what you will

Just a headcanon i had no one to tell to so not exactly a req

Ohhhh mmyyy godddd anon, you're actually genius for that, and it’s ZOEY of all people. 

I was torn on making either tickle art or a ficlet of sorts, but I'm choosing to write since I have others to work on, BUTTTT if I'm feeling up to it, I'm def drawing the climax or even the aftermath of the fic !! 

Please note that this’ll be my first fanfic [let alone tickle fic] in ab 5 years, so I def have some growing to do, so be nice and enjoy what I manage to conjure up :3

Freckled Giggles 

Lee!Zoey Ler!Rumi Ler!Mira

[Word count - 880]

Summary - Rumi and Mira cheer up a stressed-out Zoey [All I can think of lol]

The girls had spent hours on the couch, rumi and mira brainstormed ideas for a new song side by side, and what choreography would go best with it. Zoey had been a little ways away from the girls, scribbling rap lyrics and getting increasingly more frustrated by what she was writing or wasn’t, rather. 

Why won’t the words work together? Why can’t she get it right this time? What would make this better, it has to be enough for them, enough for us. 

Her scribbling got louder, rougher, and the graphite began tearing the pages she'd scratch out. Her mind raced, trying to fix the gaps and imperfections, mistakes, she has to be enough for them. 

“Zoey?” 

Rumi had been staring at Zoey for a while now, nudging Mira and drawing her attention to their visibly distressed partner. Zoey suppressed the urge to throw the book and stared back at Rumi and Mira. 

“Oh, uhh, yeahhh, what’s up?”  

“Areee you okayyy?” Mira dragged her words, a verbal tic as she questioned her friend. “You seem off, Zoey”, Rumi chimed in right after. 

“What nooo, I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be? You dont think I’m okay, do you?-“, Her words came out like vomit, uncontrollable and projectile. She had always done that when she was nervous, anxious or flustered; the girls knew about that very well, even if Zeoy didn't know herself. But among that, there was another telling aspect about Zoey. 

“Zoey,” Rumi began, “We know you’re lying” 

“How do you even know that? There’s no way, I’m not lying, I’m perfectly fine” 

Rumi sighed with a smile as her gaze softened from concern. “We know because-“ 

“Your cheeks get really red when you're flustered”, Mira had cut off with her usual monotone voice, Rumi briefly at Mira and looked back at Zoey. “Yeah, what’s wrong?” Rumi got up at sat at Zeoy’s left side, sandwiching her with Mira at her right side. 

“It’s just these stupid rap lyrics not making sense!!” 

In a pented up fit of rage, she threw the book at the wall, crossing her arms and slumping back into the couch cushions in a huffy pout. 

This makes the girls laugh at the silliness of it and how cute Zeoy looked.

“Ihits okay, Zoey! The deadline is in three months, you're not gonna get it all overnight,” Rumi reassured “Yeah, it's okay, girl!” Mira chimed in just as they sandwiched her in a hug, nuzzling her cheeks with theirs. This made a chill run down Zoey’s spine as she realised too late what her friends were about to unknowingly do. Zoey urpted with uncontrollable giggles that went in sync with rumi and mira, always in sync those three. 

Rumi noticed first, amid her giggles, that she began to notice the little things about Zoey that were intriguing. The way she twisted and turned almost like a dance she memorised, her legs partly kicking, her hands flapping in place, and her face Red like it was competing with Mira’s hair colour. And even after they had stopped nuzzling and just held her, she kept giggling. 

Rumi gave Mira the look, Mira looked back and smirked, waiting for Zoey to calm down for them to strike. She huffed and panted with her eyes closed, sensing someone amsit. She opened them and looked at her friend's who gave her a look, a look that sent brief butterflies in her stomach, the kind that made her flinch forward. 

“Girls?” Zoey whispered out, sinking into herself a little from the silence and suspense. Rumi and Mira giggled a little before taking in a deep, dramatic breath, holding to air in their mouth, then connecting it right on Zeoy’s cheeks before she could protest. 

The sensation sent tickly lightning bolts through her body, and she tensed up briefly before flailing and desperately trying to break free from the hellish tickly sandwich she found herself in. 

“AHHhh no WHAt ahare you DOINGG EEEhhHAHH NoHOHO!!” 

“We’re cheering you up, giggles”

“Yeah, Zoey, you’ve been sooo stressed lately, I think this is exactly what you need”

“No NO! SToHOP IHITT!! Gahh!!” 

The girls teased, holding both of Zoey’s hands with theirs and holding her down in the chair with the weight of the tickly cuddle. They continued with this notion as Zoey begged, pleaded, squeaked and squealed, all up until she stopped fighting and just let herself laugh, not that she minded it. 

They eventually stopped and let the poor girl breathe as they laughed at her condition, hunched over with her hands on her face. “I didn't know your voice could go that high, Rumi, you've got competition girl”, Mira commented as she relaxed in the chair, draping her arms over the couch head. “Hah, right” 

Zoey huffs for the last time, letting her body settle, then the giggling began again. Rumi looked down at her and suddenly jerked up and yelped as her side was caught in Zoey's hand. Mira’s eyes shot open in shock, but she didn't make a noise.

“Heheh,, get ready girls, paybacks coming your way” 

Zoey slowly sat up, with a devilish smile and her friend's sensitive side in her grasp. 

“And the tickle monster had alot planned for you!”