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17: "What's there to be embarrassed about?" - Inspired by this anon from last week!

"No- no, stop!" Wally gasped, crawling on the floor in an attempt to get away from Dick. His uni work had been discarded on the ground underneath the coffee table, Wally forgetting about it the moment Dick's fingers inched towards him, with that mischievous look on his face.

They ended up on the floor after a grapple, and Wally believed he'd be able to get away until he felt his boyfriend's hand wrap around his ankle, dragging him back across the floor.

"Stop," Wally said, trying for a seriousness in his tone, "Dick, no."

"What? I just want to hear you laugh. I think it's cute that your knees make you snort." Wally curses the day his boyfriend got bigger than him, curses his fast metabolism and whatever insane diet the bat put Dick on that turned him into a 6'0 wall of muscles.

"Shut up!" Wally groans, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening face. "This is mortifying."

"Mortifying?" Dick let out a surprised laugh, "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's just me, and I think it's adorable."

"Please, shut u- Dihihick!" Wally interrupted himself with a loud snort, his boyfriend's fingers wiggling over his kneecaps. Wally wasn't sure how he went this long without realizing his legs were so ticklish, but good god, he could've gone his whole life without knowing.

It was Dick's new favourite things about him, among others.

"Dick, it- Please! Ihit tickles soho bad!" Wally wails as Dick's fingers teasingly spider from his kneecaps down to his shins.

"Babe, I think your legs might be your worst spot," Dick's voice is serious, like he's giving some sort of diagnosis, but his grin splits his face in half. "Do you think the back is just as bad?"

"No. No, no. Dick. Nohoho! Ohoho my gohod!" Wally throws his head back against the plush carpet, his face turning redder and redder the more his snorts escape him. He's never felt anything this ticklish in his life, and he wants it, no, needs it, to stop.

Dick coos at Wally's snorting, pinching behind his boyfriend's knee just to hear him squeal. "Hmm, do you think your thighs are just as bad?"

His little honks and wheezes ❤️

He's such a precious little lad

First tickle fic with Lee!Wally and Ler!Barnaby! The weather ruins their picnic, so they choose to enjoy it indoors.

It was a very lovely day outside and two of the siliest neighbors had planned on a picnic. Everything was perfect! The blanket was folded, the food was all ready to go, and the two best friends had met up at Wally's house. As soon as the two were about to leave, a curtain of grey clouds started to form. A soft trickle of rain started to poor down, creating little pitter patters on the roof.

"Ah, for real? We were just gettin ready to have fun!" Barnaby grumbled slightly, though he wasn't too upset, as long as Wally was there.

"Well, we can certainly still have the picnic inside!" Wally suggested, pullling the blanket out of the basket and draping it across the living room floor. Barnaby sat down, his little painter friend plopping down on his lap. They both dug into their food, Barnaby having his signature hotdog with a multitude of odd toppings. Wally had chosen a desert to eat first, a slice of leftover cheesecake that Poppy had given him yesterday. He had taken a few bites and before he knew it, there were some crumbs and a bit of the cherry sauce that had spilled onto his shirt. Even moreso, some of the toppings had spilled onto his cheek and palms.

"Ah, yer all covered in gunk, bubs! Here, I'll help ya out," The big blue dog hoisted Wally up so the painter as standing on his legs. Soft giggles came from his little friend as the soft touch of Barnaby's paw pads grazed his sides.

The big guy glanced up at his friend, cracking a grin at his friend's reaction. He seized Wally's wrist in an instant, licking away at the toppings that had landed on his little friend's fingers. In an instant, the painter dissolving into little titters and squeaks.

"I'm barely even touchin ya, pal! What does it tickle-tickle there? What about here?" He teased, digging the fingers on his other hand into Wally's sides. This drove the smaller puppet up the walls.

"AHAHAHAHA!! GEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! NOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEEREEE!!" Wally wailed with glee, his free hand flailing about as he was shown no mercy.

"Oh not there? What about here, huh?" With a swift movement, one of Barnaby's hands had slipped up Wally's cardigan and started tracing the outline of the yellow puppet's tummy heart. Wally kicked frantically, leaning back on his friend who had now wrapped an arm just above his middle to keep him steady.

"My, you're awful giggly today! What, the tickle monster gotcha good? Tickle tickle tickle!"

"AIEEHEHEHEEE!! BAHAHARNABEEHEHEEE!! IT TIHIHICKLES!!!" Wally exclaimed, one of his fists balled in his now unwraveled hair. Soon enough, Barnaby ceased his tickling. He turned Wally around to face him, pushing his best friend onto the picnic blanket. In n instant, Wally's shirt and cardigan were lifted from its usual tucked positions. This made Wally squeak with surprise and his face burn brighter.

With a short chuckle, Barnaby wiggled his fingers just an inch above the center of Wally's tummy heart. This made the smaller puppet squeal and wiggle with anticipation.

"Look like I missed a spot riiiiiight...HERE!" Barnaby exclaimed playfully before diving his muzzle right into Wally's tummy heart. The painter let out a series of giggles and joyful snorts as the tingliest raspberry rippled through his body. Followed by another and then another until the artist was kicking his feet and banging a fist on the floor of Home.

"EHEHEHEHEHEE!! AHAHA *snrk* HAHAHAAHAHA *honk* GYAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! B-BARNAABEHEHEHEEE!! QUIHIHIHIIIT IT!~" Wally cackled, to which his best friend stopped his attack. The smaller pupper lay limp on the picnic blanket, his face flushed all the way up to his ear with an adorable red tint. After he caught his breath, Wally was scooped up and held tenderly in Barnaby's arms.

"You okay little guy? Did I go too rough on ya?" He asked.

"Oho, no, you're juhust fine," Wally replied gently, nuzzling into the soft tuft of fur on Barnaby's chest. The big dog moved to the couch with his tiny friend and laid down.

Those two get that little tickle-sponge so often it's not even funny. Scratch that, it's terribly funny. I have a couple different fics in the works where the town tickle monsters really give the little man a good case of the giggles.

Barnaby lives to see his little buddy laugh so freely. Howdy gets just as much of a kick out of tickling the little guy to pieces. His reactions are precious, he's got an adorable laugh, and it's good to see Wally cut loose and stop stressing about being 'the absolute most' all the darn time.

I imagine that this is how the neighborhood actually found out about Wally's ticklish little palms.

Shoutout to @cawhawhaw for this idea! (Apologies for tagging ya)

Canon! 100000%