Sorry if it's kinda ooc btw, but it's fun imagining winner as a lee in the community, so-

Warnings; rough-ish tickles but barely if you still count it

Consider this a ship or platonic, I don't mind either

Also sorry this kinda sucks I'm writing it at night

Winner sighed and sat boredly on the grass.

Their friend, Loser, followed in their steps, plopping down next to them with a proud smile. Winner had invited him on a walk to help cure their boredom. Wasn't really working, but hanging out with their best friend was fun enough in itself, Winner supposed.

Winner and Loser sat silently for a while, leaving them both to their own thoughts. Yet, that happened to lead to Winners' demise. Their thoughts wandered back to, of course, tickling. They didn't realize they were still thinking of it right with Loser next to them until they looked over, seeing their friend again.

'...did I really just get myself in a lee mood with this guy-' Winner thought, practically scolding themselves.

Welp, great, now they're a flustered mess who couldn't stop thinking about tickling right next to their friend.

'..what if I asked them to help me?- WHA- NO?' Winner was appalled by their own thoughts suggesting such a thing. 'They'll probably think it's weird.' Winner reasoned to their own mind.

"You alright, Winner?" Losers shakey voice knocked Winner out of their thoughts. They turned and made eye contact with their friend.

"Oh, yea, of course I am..!" They gave a dismissive hand wave to the cube.

"..you sure? Your face is kinda red.. are you sick?" Loser questioned.

"Wha- no! I'm fine, Loser, I swear." Winner said sternly. "..I'm just.. thinking about something." Winner said, regretting it almost immediately.

"What could that be?" Loser asked, genuinely curious.

Winner opened their mouth to respond but stopped themselves, staring at Loser in a slight state of shock.

Loser was confused and almost kind of worried at this point.

"..is there, like.. anything I could do to help you if you don't feel alright?" Loser offered in concern.

Winner turned and thought for a second. "Well, I feel fine, but.." they sighed. "..there is something you could do?" They said awkwardly, now wanting to run away and never be found again.

'WHY AM I CONTINUING? JUST STOP STOP SHUT UP LETS RUN OFF NOW WE'RE DONE HERE' They yelled at themselves in their head.

Loser looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to say what he could do.

"Uh..so, this might be weird, but, uhm.." Winner rubbed the back of their head nervously. "I'm sure whatever it is can't be that bad! I've had worse fanmail.." Loser chuckled at his own joke. Winner fake-laughed awkwardly as well. "...can you.." Winner had a hard time voicing what they wanted, tapping their foot anxiously before forcing themselves to say it. "Could you tickle me, please?" They asked quickly.

Loser looked as if he didn't expect the request, but he didn't seem to be judging either. "Oh, is that it?" Loser asked. Winner stared at Loser nervously, maybe even scared. Loser sat up a bit closer to Winner. "Well, definitely didn't expect it, but if that's what you want!" Loser said with an almost sarcastic-seeming shrug.

Winner pulled their legs close to themselves defensively, but also to hide a shaky smile on their face after Loser began making claw hands.

He didn't hesitate to begin teasing Winner, lightly scratching their side. The touch was almost unable to feel but still incredibly intense, sending light, tickly sensations all through Winner. Winners' smile grew. They could already feel the reluctant laughter threatening to burst, but Winner didn't wanna let themselves yet.

"Holding it in, huh?" Loser said, using his other hand to squeeze Winners' other side while still lightly scratching the other. Winner made some incomprehensible noise, but still tried to hold in their laughs. Their large hand came out, and they used it to gently hit the ground, an instinctive way to try and negate the tickles, but of course, it didn't stop them in the slightest.

Loser didn't understand why Winner wanted this, but something about it was pretty fun to him, too.

"Snrrk.." Second by second, it was getting hard for Winner to hold in their laugh.

Loser noticed this and began rapidly squeezing Winners' sides relentlessly. Winner was caught heavily off gaurd.

"OHOHOH NOHO- LOSEHER- Cahahlm dohown!"

Loser began laughing a little as well, slowing down his tickles slightly.

"Oh, there's that laugh! How could you ever hold that in?" Loser chuckled.

"Noho teasing!" Winner said through their laughter.

Loser rapidly scribbled under Winners ribs [How does object anatomy work], causing the giant blue fluff substance to begin cackling. "LOHoseher! Cuhut it oOHut!" Winner squirmed slightly, but it was clear they weren't actually trying to escape.

"Cootchie cootchie coooo!~" Loser teased. "Aww, look how adorable you are!" Loser exclaimed.

Winner used their arm to try and hide their face out of embarrassment. "I SAHAID NOohoho teasing! You're such a jerEheHrk!' Winner giggled almost childlike.

Noticing Winners arm, Loser had an idea. Loser moved Winners arm away from their face and stopped tickling for a moment, holding their palm up for him to see. Winner was confused, giggling nervously and waiting for whatever Loser was gonna do.

Loser began gently tracing Winners palm and wrist, causing Winner to break into hysterics. "OHOHOH NOHO- LOHOSER- STOHOAHAP, PLEHAHASE! NOHOHO!" Winner struggled to pull their hand away. Loser had to grip onto their arm like it was a sport, tracing their hand as gently as possible.

Loser kept on for a short while as Winner snorted and shrieked, but Loser eventually slowed down before coming to a complete stop.

Winner tried to catch their breath, leaning back and letting out leftover giggles. Loser let go of their arm after wrecking them. Winner pulled their arm and put it away, sighing.

"Hehe... thanks, Loser.." Winner mumbled. "Always!" Loser exclaimed, sitting next to Winner.