Happy holidays everybody! Iâm very sorry for the late post: my personal life has very much gotten in the way of this project and Iâve neglected to check my Tumblr much. Nonetheless, I was assigned to make a gift for @cringemesstickles! Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope that you like your gift :D
Character A is in a bad mood, and Character B tickles them to cheer them up.
Iâve never drawn this duo before, so I hope I did their faces justice! I did my best to use references haha. Happy holidays!
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Could u do Lee dally? Ik itâs rare to see him as a Lee but it would be cute
{yes ofc the ler will be johnny if thats okay<3}
Dally was sitting out on a field, smoking a cigarette. For thr past week or so, dally hasnt been the same. He doesnt know why but he just felt weird. He has been drinking his life away for these past few days as if to make himself happier or something. This has never happened before. Hes dallas Winston. Hes never sad. He never cares about anything. Why does he care about himself now?
As he sat just by himself and his thoughts, he heard someone. He glanced over his shoulder to see johnny, a member from their gang. âWhats up, johnnycake? What are you doing here?â Dallas asked with a raised eyebrow. He tried to act normal (he knew how to do that well.) he didnt want anyone to fund out about how he was acting, especially johnny. If Johnny knew, he would have endless amounts of questions..
But what if it made him feel better? Talking to someone about it? But he pushed that thought away when he heard johnnny breathless voice. â..ran away from some socs. There were too many of them, i couldnt fight them off myselfâ johnny answered as he came over to dallyâs side. â..why are you here?â Johnny asked. âJust chilling in a random field?â âYea, just thought it was a peaceful placeâ dallas replied. That didnt sound like a dallas answer. He kinda felt shocked about how johnny even found him. It was a random field. Dally didnt think anyone could find him here. He didnt know whether to feel annoyed or relaxed that johnny found him. â..this isnt a place someome would normally find you inâ johnny mumbled, looking around. The field seemed like it never had a end to it, but he couldnt lie, the view was pretty nice. You could see a bit of the town from up there and what was even more nice was that the sun was setting and the sky was a pink-orange colour. âI know. Sometimes i just come here for some peace and quietâ dally shrugged. Johnny looked at him suspiciously. Dally was normally a loud person and could barely handle silence. It was quiet for a few moments as they both looked out into the distance. â..can i ask you something?â Johnny asked. âSureâ dally replied, looking at johnny. â..whats up with you this week? Youve been drinking non stop and youâre much more aggressive to everyoneâ johnny said. Obviously johnny was the one who noticed. Fuck. âIm fine, johnnycakeâ dallas just answered, not wanting to talk about it. âAre you s-â before johnny could even finish, dallas snapped. âYes johnny im fucking sure. Now shut your trap before i slap your face off.â Dallas almost instantly regreted what he said as he buried his face in his hands. Its not usual for dallas to snap at johnny and it definitely not usual for dallas to act like this in the first place. â..want me to cheer you up?â Johnny asked sweetly. Dallas glanced at johnny, raising an eyebrow. ââŠwhat?â â..trying to cheer you up.. just like you always doâ johnny said. That was all johnny needed to say. âOh no- nonononoâ dallas said quickly, his eyes widening. Before dallas could even get up, Johnny already tackled him. They tumbled down the field, wrestling alittle until johnny was ontop of dally. Johnny had to act fast if he wanted to not get thrown off dallas.
Johnnys fingers quickly shot up to dallys armpits since he knew dallas was ticklish there. Dallas wasnt the most ticklish dude but if you knew him well enough, you could get him to laugh. âpfFtt- JohOhnny, nOhoHoâ dallas laughed out in a low hushed laugh. Johnny was using all his weight to keep dallas pushed down on the ground. âWhat? You always cheer me up like this, thought i might aswell do it backâ Johnny said with a smile on his face, moving his fingers down to dallasâs hips and outer thighs. Dallas kicked his legs out, squirming as johnny lightly brushed his fingers around on his outer thigh. âJohoHOnNy fuck ohohoffâ dallas howled with laughter. Johnny couldnt help but snicker. If it was anyone else but johnny tickling him, he would have punched them square in the face, but he knew dallas cared about johnny too much to hurt him.
âOkay, okay. Ill stop before you pop a blood vessel, holy shitâ johnny joked as he got off dallas who was laying on the green grass, panting. âDidnt think id get you laughing that hardâ johnny snickered. âNot a word of this to the gang, understood?â Dallas said, glaring at johnny. âUnderstood.â Johnny smirked.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The gang had all congregated in the Curtis living room, the air thick with the smell of leather jackets and cigarette smoke. Johnny was flipping through an old comic book, Two-Bit was playing with his switchblade, and Darry was busy fixing a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Soda, Pony, and Steve were engaged in some loud chatter while Dally lounged on the couch, trying to look as uninterested as possible.
âSo, youâre telling me youâve never been tickled before?â Steve asked incredulously, staring at Dally.
âWhatâs it to you?â Dally grumbled, feigning indifference.
âAw, come on, Dal. Everyoneâs been tickled at some point,â Ponyboy chimed in, grinning.
âNot where I come from.â Dally retorted, rolling his eyes.
Darry, having overheard the conversation while walking back from the kitchen, couldnât help but join in.
âI think we should enlighten Dally on this age-old form of entertainment.â
The room seemed to hum with anticipation. Even Johnny looked up from his comic book, eyes wide with interest.
âAlright, fellas. What do you say we all give Dally a proper introduction to the world of tickling?â Two-Bit suggested, cracking his knuckles for emphasis.
The gang needed no further encouragement. They moved quickly, surrounding Dally, who for the first time looked genuinely unsure.
Before Dally could react, Darry pinned his arms above his head, Ponyboy and Johnny each securing his ankles.
âHey! What do you think youâre doing?!â Dally squirmed, frantically trying to escape.
âRelax, Dal⊠all in good fun!â Said the oldest of the group, tightening his grip to ensure nobody got punched in the face.
Two-Bit was the first to strike, skittering his fingers up Dallyâs sides and back down again. When Dally jolted away with a yelp, Sodapop struck at the other side, leaving the victim trapped between the two.
âEEK- STOHOHOHOP YOU IDIOTS!â He squealed and squirmed, any trace of stoicism completely thrown out the window.
âSo, howâs that tough persona holdin up, Dally?â Grinned Soda, letting a hand wander up to the Dallyâs armpit, eliciting a snort, the normally stoic boy tugging at his arms to try and defend himself.
âSHUT UHUHUP! IâLL K-KILL YOU AHAHALL!â
Unfazed by the empty threat, Johnny and Pony exchanged a glance before each of them went for their targetâs knees.
The variety of tickling seemed to only make things worse; each member seemed to have their own unique tickling technique that when combined, created a storm of sensations.
Two-Bitâs was mostly rapid skittering, while Soda tended to lean more towards playful pinches. Ponyboyâs style was a combination of Two-Bitâs and Sodaâs, whereas Johnnyâs was light and tender. Even Darry transferred one of Dallyâs wrists to the other hand so that he could restrain him with one hand and tickle him with the other; his tickling was more strategic.
âGUHUHUYS! ENOHOHOUGH!!â
Seeing that Dally couldnât take much more, Darry lightened his grip on Dallyâs wrists.
âAlright guys, let him breathe.â
Everyone pulled back, pleased with their little experiment.
âWell, Dal, Iâm glad weâve established that youâre capable of expressing joy!â Two-Bit grinned, punching Dally in the shoulder.
Dally glared, though there was a noticeable lack of tension in his body in comparison to earlier.
And though Dally wouldnât admit it, he felt significantly lighter.
