#ler!barley

Barley’s deep, dramatic voice echoed through the room, sending little goosebumps fanning across Charlie’s skin. They were in the middle of a QoY session, and Charlie’s character had just encountered a trap.

“You feel the slight give in the floor panel before anything else. Then, suddenly, you hear stones grinding behind you as part of the floor begins to open up. You’ve encountered a booby trap, and you only have seconds to respond. What will you do?”

“Oh, uh, roll to get away!” Charlie blurted, quickly reacting. It was one of their first sessions, and she was still a bit new to the whole RPG thing. “That’s dexterity, right?”

He tapped the side of his head, smiling proudly at his girlfriend. She was learning the ropes of the game mechanics pretty quickly. “Close, that’s the stat block it falls under. I’m gonna have you roll acrobatics specifically, though.”

With a deep breath, Charlie picked up her d20. Barley had gotten her a pretty set to begin with: pink resin with little ducks in them. She whispered a quick “please be lucky, please be lucky” under her breath before shaking it in her palm. Then, crossing her fingers, she let it hit the table.

The die clattered around, rolling across the table. The seconds dragged on as Charlie held her breath, fingers still tightly crossed. She knew it was a simple roll, but it’d taken three sessions to make it that deep into the dungeon she was exploring. In her mind, failing then was not an option.

Finally, the die began to slow. Charlie watched as the 19 side rolled into view, and a grin broke across her face. Only it kept going, and right on the edge, it rolled down. Her face dropped as she watched it still out, the 1 side almost mocking her as it stared at the ceiling. “Dang it.”

Barley saw the disappointment on Charlie’s face, and it broke his heart a bit. He knew how excited she was to make it that deep into the dungeon, and he hated to see her look so down. She was definitely falling into the trap, but…well, there was no rule saying he couldn’t make it fun for her.

“You try to run from the emerging trap, but you slip on an uneven path stone. Before you can hit the ground, however, you feel something cylindrical wrap around your torso,” he grinned, reaching into his box of minis. Out came a mass of green vines, the plastic model about the size of his palm. “A strong vine lifts you into the air, pulling you back towards the hole in the floor. You realize you’ve encountered some of the dungeon's infamous living fauna, and it’s looking for some company.”

“Living fauna?” questioned Charlie, tilting her head. She’d never seen Barley pull out that mini before, nor had she heard any mention of sentient plants in their campaign.

He grinned at that, loving her little heat-tilt. She still looked disappointed, though Barley had a plan to fix that. “Yep, this dungeon’s crawling with tricky traps.”

Charlie could sense a hint of mischief behind his words, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

“Now, back to it. The vines twist around your body, though they don’t seem to be harming you. Instead, they snake up to your sides, sneak between the gaps of your leather tunic, and begin to wiggle against your skin.”

Charlie felt a blush creep onto her cheeks beneath her fur, and she started to fidget with the hem of her hoodie. It was technically Barley’s, but she’d stolen it ages ago, and he’d never asked to take it back. “B-Barley, what’re you doing?”

“I’m QMing, sweetie bear,” he said coyly, letting her know the flustering effect was entirely purposeful. “You feel a smile creep across your face as the vines wriggle against your skin, tickling you. They keep you in the trap, seemingly unbreakable. What will you do?”

“You’re being mean,” she huffed, looking away from her boyfriend’s smug expression. He knew exactly was he was doing, and she hated to admit that it was working. Charlie had told him about her affinity for the silly affection a few weeks prior, and he’d been slipping playful moments in whenever he knew she needed a laugh. It was the first time he’d done it in their campaign, though.

“What? I’m just describing the scene to you, Char.” Barley got up from his chair as he spoke, walking around the table to get to Charlie.

The bear girl realized what was happening a moment too late. She tried to get up and run, but her boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around her middle before she could escape. “ACK! Barley, c’mon! We’re supposed to be playing the game!”

“We are playing the game,” he chuckled, holding her tightly against his chest. His hands rested on her sides as he held her steady, speaking into her ear. “I’m giving you a taste of what your character is going through. It might help you figure out what to do next!”

“Noho! No, Barley, this is bullying,” Charlie whined, shoving half-heartedly at his arms. While she was definitely flustered by the sudden inclusion of tickling, she wasn’t as opposed to it as she seemed.

Barley recognized that lack of true resistance as well, so he continued being a goober.

“Nah, I don’t think it is. Not when I can make you do this,” he said, wiggling his fingers into her underarms. It was one of her worst spots, making her kick in Barley’s hold. She couldn’t control it, though she was trying not to get his shins. It always got her squealing.

And squeal Charlie did. A loud chuff broke the sound, and she dissolved into bright, boisterous laughter in her boyfriend’s arms. “NOHOHOHO! B-BAHAHARLEHEHEY!”

“Yeeeees, teddy bear?” he hummed, pressing a few kisses to her neck. He knew she loved those, even if they tickled her.

“YOUHUHU SUHUHUCK!”

Barley didn’t want to overwhelm her, so he switched up his tactics. Sitting in his comfy QM chair, he pulled Charlie into his lap and started to scribble on her stomach. “Yeah, I know. You’re having fun though, right cub?”

“M-mahahaybe,” she mumbled through her giggles. Charlie turned in the elf’s lap, burying her face in his shoulder. All the silliness had gotten her into a cuddly mood.

The boy picked up on her mood shift, pressing a few kisses to her cheek. He wasn’t looking to push any boundaries. “Aw, you want me to be soft?”

Charlie nodded, squeaking when his lips brushed her neck. Their QoY session had gone off the rails for the night, and she’d rather spend some time with him than sleep. “Yehehes, plehehease.”

“Alright, honey bear,” he hummed softly, pressing a few more little kisses to the side of her neck. His hands slowed down to gentle flutter against her belly, searching to comfort her with the tickly affection more than anything.

Charlie giggled in Barley’s arms, starting to purr through her laughter. The rumbling sound made her boyfriend smile, even though it embarrassed her sometimes.

“There's the purrs. Only the cutest of bear warriors have them, you know. Shows their might.”

That dork was always drawing compliments from Quests of Yore, but Charlie wasn’t complaining. She loved the game as well, and it was doubly fun because it reminded her of Barley.

“Y-youhuhu’re a dohohork,” she sighed against his shoulder, cuddling closer. Her little tail was wagging happily as she giggled away.

Barley chuckled at the jab, deciding to be a bit of a menace. “Oh, really? Well, this dork has a lovely girlfriend with a very kissable neck.”

His lips descended upon her furry neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses. Charlie squeaked and squirmed from the attention, trying not to giggle too shrilly near his ear. “Shuhuhush!”

“Nah, I don't think I will,” he teased, moving one hand up to her ear. Barley was extra careful with it, making sure he only tickled and didn’t hurt the sensitive area.

Charlie chuffed at that, her purring growing louder as she giggled. That felt really nice: he was tickling two of her favorite spots, and he was being gentle with her. “Ohoho gahahash…”

Unable to help himself, Barley went back to kissing his girlfriend’s neck. She was acting utterly adorable while he tickled her, and he simply had to show his affections.

Charlie started to squeak and chuff once again, nuzzling her face against Barley’s shoulder. It was nice to stim while being tickled, and rubbing her face against him was always a good way to regulate.

Barley immediately clocked the stimming and stopped his kisses, worried of overstimulating her. “All good, honey bear? Need me to stop?”

“N-nohoho, juhuhuhust stimmy,” she giggled, patting his shoulder in reassurance. She’d let him know when it was too much, and it hadn’t gotten there yet.

Resisting the urge to coo like a dork, Barley went back to kissing. It was light and sweet, making sure Charlie was still comfortable while he tickled her. “You’re so sweet, Charlie.”

The compliment got a rather loud chuff out of the bear girl, and he poked Barley in the side for it. Retaliation was never outlawed, after all.

“Hehey! Oh, you little goblin…” he huffed, giving her neck a little nibble. Barley wouldn’t be mean—she’d asked for soft tickles, after all—but he would tease. “I’m gonna get you later for that. Maybe see how your character fairs in the Chamber of Feathery Fright.”

Charlie blushed at the thought, nervous excitement making her ears twitch. “Th-thahahat’s nohot a thihihing!”

“Sure it is. I’m the QM, and I designed the dungeon.”

It was rare, but Barely would occasionally use his QM powers for nefarious purposes. It was never done maliciously, of course, but he would occasionally insert silly scenarios to fluster or playfully annoy his girlfriend.

As the tickling carried on, Charlie’s energy began to dwindle. The tickles were fun, but she was getting rather sleepy. “O-ohohokahay, noho mohohore!”

Barley immediately stopped all the tickly touches, switching to simply holding Charlie tight. He nuzzled his forehead against the top of her furry head, checking in. “Still okay?”

“U-uhuh-huh, I’m gohood. Just got too sleepy,” she nodded, leaning up to give the elven boy an appreciative kiss.

He smiled into it like the dork he was, still grinning after she pulled away. “You, uh, wanna watch a movie before bed? Maybe listen to some music?”

Charlie giggled at his dopey expression, nodding. “Mm…sure. You can show me that indie band you were talking about at breakfast.”

“Oh, yeah! You’ll love ‘em, trust me. It's got the vibes of classic rock, but all the emotion and electronic rendering of the new-age stuff. Plus, there’s violin in it. They made violin sound natural in a rock song!”

There was his passion for music shining through. Nuzzling her face against Barley’s chest, Charlie listened intently to the rambling.

The bear girl would probably fall asleep listening to the music, but it was worth staying up a bit to share one of Barley’s special interests. She’d always make some time for him, even if she got a little sleepy in-between.

The Lightfoot household was never necessarily a quiet place. There was always something going on that kept the place full of love and life. Providing a sense of welcoming comfort to anyone new who felt out of place amongst the family. 

Music flowed throughout the house from different people. Different kinds of rock, metal, piano, hip hop and all sorts of genres. Different smells of baked goods which Laurel specialized in. The house always seemed to have a sweet aroma. And all sorts of laughter and loud noises constantly to be heard. Yet there always seemed to be a bit of chaos arising from it.

At this current point in time the main cause of such event was non other than Barley. Like always…what else is new..

He had practically been behaving like a rambunctious dragon hatchling all morning. Jumpscaring his mom around the corner before she chased him around the house. Hitting him lightly with a spatula. Mimicking Bronco anytime he saw him just to make Charlie laugh. He seemed in search of something, or maybe WANTED something, but what exactly was the question.

Laurel was busy in the kitchen making a batch of cookies with Bronco. He didn’t necessarily fit into the general environment yet but he was starting to get the hang of it. Charlie was in her room working on a paper. Paw tapping up and against the side of her desk and her cheek smushed against her hand. While Ian currently remained in the backyard practicing spells. He had already messed with everyone.

Magic was most certainly not an easy feat to accomplish. Taking years of practice to master and simply remember all the spells was more than a handful for a young wizard like Ian.

Said wizard had been practicing for nearly an hour now. The grass had enough of an imprint on it to show it was being well used. His freckles slightly glistening from the sweat beginning to emerge from his blue skin. The culprit being non other than the big old sun. Light emitted from the end of the staff as he waved the stick in every which way. 

Suddently yelping however at a sudden trace across his side. Whipping around with his staff and nearly making his “attacker” stumble to the ground. 

“WOAHwoah!- hehey bud!”- 

Ian couldn’t help but let out a dramatic sigh at the sight of his brother. 

“Barley….”

“That’s meeee!” A smug look of pride was practically glued to his face. Spreading his arms out in a gesture to referring to himself as his little brother shook his head. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you practice your magely abilitiesssss, care if I stay and watch or give you something pointers.” 

Ian thought for a moment, he couldn’t turn him down. He also wouldn’t mind the company. 

“I don’t mind Barley.” The young wizard smiled before getting back into his proper stance. His brother remained behind him seeming to be mimicking his motions.. Opening his mouth to begin the proper wording before being interrupted by his own shrill. His side having been suddently squished and retracted rather quickly. 

“Baharley!”- 

Said elf shrugged his shoulders in “confusion”. 

“Ihi didn’t do anything! Just standing here and watching is all. The wind seems to be strong today”-

He squinted his eyes toward the sneak.

“Rihight…sure you were.” 

His eyes remained locked on his brother before trying one more time. Barley simply rocked back and forth on his heels like a little kid planning something. 

He knew his brother wanted something. And he had a brief thought as to what that could be. He was generally able to recognize these moods of his rather well by now. If he was right he had just the  thing to combat him, it was long past due after all. 

Ian had been the victim of Barley’s shenanigans for years now. He had practically been rewarded the title of tickle monster of the mushroom since he was at least four years old. And Ian well…he basically had a piece of paper stuck to his back 24/7 that says “tickle me” on it. The poor guy was too shy to ever get anyone back or had the confidence to do so…except on rare occasions…

It had nearly blown over Ian’s head until now that he technically had the upper hand over his brother. Sure he wasn’t strong and confident like he was. But he literally was holding a magical staff. At the sudden thought a cheeky grin spread across Ian’s blue face. 

He practically whipped around at noticing his brother approaching him once again. Making Barley jump and run back to his original standing position. 

“Yknow I’m not five right? I can see you.” 

“See what?” He innocently blinked his eyes. Raising his arms upright to hold the back of his head. His shirt slightly riding up a little bit, letting a little bit of his blue tummy to be visible. 

He was really asking for it. Raising an eyebrow Ian reached his staff outwards and gently poked Barley with said staff right against his belly. A brief squeaking noise escaping him as he slammed his arms downwards and held his hands onto the wood. His ears so slightly drooping. His smile once of confidence becoming a little nervous…

“H-hehey now…Ian?”- 

On normal occasions Barley would have straight up wrecked Ian’s butt right then and there. No poking and prodding whatsoever. And Ian knew that from the many past experience before this. Who knew the big bad tickle monster wanted some of it himself. 

“You’re not necessarily that hard to read, right?” 

The tips of the eldest’s ears slightly glowed a brighter dusting of pink. 

“How so? Ihi don’t know what you’re talking about?” Backing away ever so slightly his hands ungrasped from his brother’s staff. Before making a break for it around the side of the house. Nearly falling and smacking into the grass chin first, but before he could make much of an escape Ian had already spoken the chant as he took Of the levitation spell. Stopping his brother mid step and floating off the ground. His body glowing and glistening with a blue light. Hardly having made it into the house.

“Ah crap.”

With a shake of the head and a chuckle Ian walked into the house dragging Barley along. He didn’t even bother trying to grab onto anything and just letting it happen. Lightly dropping the bigger elf onto the floor with a bit of a thump. While Isn sat criss cross next to him.

“You could have just asked.” Ian placed his staff behind him. 

“Yeah I know- But this is more fun!”

Ian shook his head before moving his hands out and across from him over to his brother gently scratching at his sides and making him snicker softly. 

“W-hehey!- Ihihian!”- 

“Yes Barley?” 

He simply snorted and squeezed his eyes shut. Kicking his feet a little bit and squeaking beneath his little brother. 

“Youhure tihickling mehehe!”

“I mean….haven’t you’ve been asking for this all day so I don’t thihink you’re protesting. If it interpreting this right of course.” 

“YeheHAH!- *squeak* buhut IHIT stihill tihicklesss”- 

Barley slightly rolled onto his side and held onto Ian’s wrists ever so slightly. Not in anyway tight but more so resting there. 

“Well I hope it does, I mean after all isn’t this long over due? You attack me all the TIME!” 

A brief look of pride overcame the older elfs face before it melted into a far sweeter one of whimsy as his brothers hands shifted to the sides of his tummy. 

“Yeah buhut that’s bihig brother privillages, you’re ahalso small and eHEHEasy toho gehet and don’t put up a fight like mohom or ChaHARLIE.” 

The youngest squinted at his brother with a scrunched up nose. Briefly pausing his tickles to glare up at him 

“I am not! I can be big and strong! Sometimes….”

A smirk formed onto barleys face, grinding ear to ear and reaching hand up to ruffle Ian’s hair up. 

“You’re so cuteeee, sure you are.”- 

“THATS IT”- 

Without another word as barleys arm was raised up onto Ian’s head. The teenager snuck his fingers beneath barleys underarms. Sending the dungeon master into squealling frenzy. 

“WhaHAIT IHIAN! GYAHAHAHA!!”- 

Throwing his head back he released his hand from the littlest and squeezed his biceps to his ribs. His wide smile radiated with joy along with the  his chipped tooth and wacky teeth that were all out and open. 

“Yeah Thahats what I thought. Can’t take what you dish out I see…” He kept a hand tracing at barleys poor hollow and moved another to squish at his hip. Gently curling his thumb against the dip of it. Seeming to be Copying a few of the others methods of play which he used on him…if it worked on Ian why not Barley. It most certainly was working. He was quite the hypocrite really. 

“I don’t think Charlie would approve of you being so rude to me and ma. Do I need to get her into this too?” 

A dusting of red seemed to spread across the fellow Lightfoot’s freckled face and ears. 

“NONOHO plehease dohont *snort* Leheave her ohout ohof thHIHIS!”- 

“Hmmmmm I think I might…” With a swift movement he gently vibrated his fingertips against Barleys belly. Getting a very embarrassing yet sweet squeal followed by a long belly laugh.

“IHIIHIAHAAAN!!”-

Said elf slowed his little attack to a stop. Standing up above barley and leaving him laying on the floor. Letting him get his giggles out and rub off the tingles remains in his tummy. 

“You alright? I didn’t take it too far did I?” 

Getting up off the floor he sat upright and hugged an arm around himself and held his cheek. 

“I’m good baby bro Dohont worry…but don’t think that you’re safe.” 

The mage’s heart dropped… “W-Whahat?” 

“You have 5 seconds.” 

And just like that he was off and running up the stairs away from him. 

“IHIM TELLINF CHARLIE!!” 

“Nooooo youreee notttttt!!!” 

Lee

-Aughhh my shaylaaaaa

-I personally headcanon that Barley did have another memory with his dad but didn’t say it because he thought it was stupid.

-And that being remembering that he used to tickle him/play games with him surrounding it. Usually if he didn’t want to go to bed or wasn’t listening and being a rambunctious childler.

-That usually being with Wilden acting like a monster and chasing him all around the house till he got all his energy out.

-Which later on in life he would pick up similar tactics/ menthods of play with those he holds dearest.

-He won’t necessarily ask to be tickled but will abuse the idea of poking and lightheartedly “antagonizing” others into tickling him.

-Laurel doesn’t even need to have a second to take a hint and will straight up squish at his sides the second he appears behind her with the lightest pokes to the sides of her neck.

-Ian on the other hand needs a bit more of a hint to understand. That and he also tries his best to ignore his big brother for as long as he can just to annoy him.

-Once he got magic on the other hand he got a massive advantage over Barley that said elf had previously had over him.

-Sometimes lets Ian practice magic on him which doesn’t go too well for him- that be levitation spell or anything else. He probably taught Ian a Tickle spell on purpose let’s be so fr rn.

-Barley 100% does not care how loud he is being or how genuine his laughter sounds. He won’t hide the fact he’s happy and enjoying himself.

-If someone threatens to tickle him he’ll straight up stand up and open up his arms like. “Okay!” He has NO shame.

-He only really gets embarrassed from baby teases because he thinks they shouldn’t affect him as much as they do. That and kisses from Charlie.

-He just curls up against her and hides his face in her neck fluff or against her shoulder if he can. Even though her fur also tickles him, he actually kinda does it on purpose.

-I can’t put my finger on it but i think his hips down are dead in my head (hehe that rhymes) Like his thighs to his feet are nothing for him. His hips up on the other hand are free game.

-His ears and neck definitely give him the giggles and maybe a brief snort or snicker here and there. Liddol airplane ears.

-He will swat at you if you scratch under his chin however. He finds it a silly spot.

-His belly on the other hand is his worst spot but also his happy place.

-If you catch him by surprise or are there long enough you might be rewarded with a brief squeal.

-His underarms are also quite bad as well. Will have a very hard time not protecting them or squeezing his biceps to his ribs. Usually accidentally trapping his lers hands there and making it worse.

- It makes him kick his feet and squirm and awful lot. He tries his best not to hurt anyone and stay still but it’s just difficult for him. He’s accidentally thrown Ian off him once or twice.

-He naturally has a pink tint to his cheeks and I feel that that also includes his tummy and shoulders. He doesn’t get too flushed but his ears do get a bit red.

-He will also straight up stretch from time to time just to have his shirt peek up a bit from his tummy to try and get tickles there.

-He adores physical touch and hugs onto his ler in a very big hug during tickle time. That or at least onto something.

-If he’s being teased for a little too long he’ll pull his beanie from his head and hide his face in it. Yegshhehee he’s so fucking cute dude I cant

-Doesn’t really ask to stop unless he really needs a break. Doesn’t like being pushed beyond his giggle limit and appreciates being listened to when he’s had enough.

-He doesn’t really giggled if his arms are traced. He just bites his lip. He finds it relaxing if his bicep tattoo is traced however.

-He squeezes his eyes shut a lot and just scrunches up his nose.

-Has a very wide smile even showing his teeth. He probably has a chipped tooth/tiny gap too.

-If he’s in a very rare but very deep Lee mood hole he’ll just lift up enough of his shirt whilst sitting down and looking off to the side. As if not “seeing” it and acting non challant. The Lightfoots and Charlie know what’s up immediately he’s NOT slick.

-He gets really clingy afterwards and will always try and show affections towards the other for a while afterwards. That be lots of hugs and even tickle attacks for days after.

-Charlie gets showered in kisses and cuddles, she is not safe from him. Shes got a little parasite for a while.

-Just a happy guy that loves being able to smile and let loose.

Ler

-NOW LISTEN.

-Before I even say anything, this clip is so tickle coded to me with him I just- just look

“you know how he gets when someone touches that board” Ian’s got his ass wrecked when he cleaned the entire table off one time and never did it again. He got SNATCHED.

“how DARE thee disturb an active campaign!”

-THE DAMN SMIRK HE DOES TOWARDS IAN BEFORE HIS MOM TELLS HIM TO PUT HIM DOWN. And then he just lifts both of them up like it’s nothing as well.

-He uses his strength and size to his advantage whenever he can and that includes tickles.

-That be lofting people, picking them up all the way off the ground, throwing people over his shoulder, looming over his victims, hugging onto people in the biggest and warmest bear hugs. And so on and so forth.

“If you tried a little harder- you actually could probably wiggle out of thihis!” SHUT THE 🦆 UP-

-If you hear loud smashes or screams coming from the Lightfoot mushroom don’t freat it’s not a murder scene- well…not yetzzz It’s just Barley attacking Ian with tickles.

-He also has little kitty whiskers/stubble so his nuzzles to the neck and belly are actually killer.

-Stealing this idea from a buddy of mine (you know who you are) but he also loves acting like he’s a giant monster/dragon from one of his role-play games. Like he’s hungry or he’s trying to defeat you.

-Changes his voice to be deeper/higher pitched to match his said “character”

“Did you think you could get away THAT easily? Oho no I haven’t even had my super yet…and this dragon is hungry…”

-I’m not here….

-He also claws his fingers and just wiggles them over his Lee. He loves the anticipation game and being able to make someone a giggly and giddy mess before even laying a finger on them.

-He can be really mean but also really sweet as well. I mean come on we’ve seen how physically affectionate he is. In more ways than one.

-He’s very willing to help if Ian or Charlie are upset. He just pulls them into his lap and gently tickles them while saying nice things. Only really does more than that if they ask for it.

-He just adores the idea of making people happy and or laugh. And tickling just so happens to do both.

-The type of jerk to shove his face under someone’s shirt and to just shake his face/nibble their tummy while hugging them around their sides.

-This also applies to when he’s being tickled and tickling someone but his ears wiggle when he’s happy. Not very much but just a little.

-He uses very creative nicknames and sillt phrases and awful lot. Calls Charlie his chatty charlster, teddy bear, honey bear, giggle cub, all sorts of stuff.

-Laughs along with his Lee, it’s infectious he can’t help it. I MEAN WE SEE IT WITH HIS MOM- sigh I need to stop watching this film and over analyzing everything.

-He keeps his nails really nice and only really does gentle tracing and scritches with them. Usually above someone’s hips or at the sides of their tummy to get little squeaks or snorts out.

-and he comments on EVERYTHING don’t kid yourself

“Dihid you just snort? Ohoho Ihi heard that! Don’t try and hide it! What caused it…was it this spot? Here? Maybe here?”

-Hey so I didn’t like that BUDDY/j

-Barley most certainly also pins his Lee/traps them against him. He makes sure not to hurt them however. Usually hovering over them, laying ontop of them, holding an arm up to scribble in their armpit. Fuckass elf/silly

-He gives the sweetest aftercare afterwards. Rubs your back, holds your face, lets you cuddle him. Even gets you snacks and water. He’ll even let you get him back with our revenge for a brief amount of time if you really want to. He’ll try to hold his arms up but won’t be able to very long.

-He’s just an overall fun and silly ler. Always happy to bring a pure smile to the face.

I genuinely adored making this I hope yall like it at least a little bit

“Oh come on Ian,” Barley sing-songed, “You know I’m gonna get you, you might as well just give up now.” Ian shook his head defiantly, taking another step back when Barley stepped forward. Barely smirked, more maliciously than before, stepping forward one last time. Ian shot him a confused look that quickly turned into one of playful fear when he felt his hit up against the wall. “Gotcha,” Barely teased, scooping Ian up in his arms and carrying him over to the couch and pinning him down. Ian squirmed around, a wide smile on his face as he gently kicked his legs out and tried to tug his arms down.

“Barley,” he whined, “Just let me go, I didn’t do anything!” Barley ignored him and started gently kneading into sides.

“I know you didn’t do anything, but you need to smile more.” Ian simply shook his head in return, happy giggles pouring out of his mouth. “I mean look at that, your smile is so cute!” Ian blushed at the compliment, trying to bury his face away into his arm. Barley tsked at him and started gently spidering along the now exposed skin on his neck. Ian’s head immediately snapped back to its immediate position as he tried to dislodge his brother’s hand. “Bahahahaharlehehey! Dohohohon’t!” 

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything,” the older said with a smirk, moving down to tickle under Ian’s arms. Anything Ian was going to say was immediately lost to the loud laughter that came spilling out of his mouth. He desperately tugged on his arms, trying to shuffle away from the tickly feelings lighting up his nerves. Barley smiled adoringly at his brother, enjoying every second of making his face light up. Ian was an absolutely mess, his hair was a huge mess from squirming around, his face was bright red from all the laughter, and there was a ginormous grin stretched across his face, making his eyes crinkle up in the corners. 

Barley continued on tickling Ian’s stomach for a little while before deciding to give him a break.

“You having fun, little bro?” Ian panted, still trying to catch his breath from the tickling. Despite the bright blush on his face he nodded, the smile never disappearing from his face. Barley smiled and ruffled his hair, chuckling as Ian immediately started swatting at his hands. “You ready for more then?” Again, Ian shyly nodded, the blush still never fading away. Barley cooed at him a bit before continuing on. “Alright, do you want me to get your worst spot now or other tickles first?” 

“O-other ones p-please,” Ian slightly stuttered out, smiling sheepishly. Barley nodded and started squeezing Ian’s knees, wasting absolutely no time. Ian broke out into high pitched, airy giggles as soon as Barley started. He was squirming left and right, kicking out, trying to pull his legs up to his chest. In defense Barley simply pinned down Ian’s right leg and started squeezing the pressure point above his knee and gently scribbled the sensitive skin underneath it. Ian practically shrieked, sitting up and gently drilling his fingers into Barley’s sides to try to stop his fingers. Barley squealed, though he’d never admit that he did, as he latched onto Ian’s fingers trying to pull them away from his sides. 

After a couple minutes, Barley managed to wrestle Ian off of him and pinned his arms to the side with his knees.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for it now,” he growled out playfully, smirking down at him. Ian shook his head, already giggling like mad. Barley paid him no attention as he pushed Ian’s shirt up and started vibrating his hand into Ian’s tummy. As soon as Barley’s hand made contact with his stomach Ian began howling with laughter, and trying to curl up into a ball. Barley laughter evilly at his brother, letting go of his wrists in favor of pinching along his hips. Ian’s hands immediately shot down to Barley’s hand, trying to pry it off of his stomach. It was all in vain though, because laughing so hard had drained all of the strength from the younger one, so all he could really do was pointlessly squirm from side to side. 

Once Ian’s laughter had turned silent Barley slowed himself to a stop but didn’t let Ian up just yet. 

“Bahahahaharley nohoho mohohohore,” Ian giggled out giddily, burying his face away into his hands. Barley smiled and scooped him up into his lap, gently hugging him to help him calm down. 

“One more thing then I’m done, I promise.” Ian started a whole new giggle fit, already knowing what Barley was going to do. He covered up his stomach and shook his head.

“Nohohoho thahahat’s nahahat ahahahallohohohohowed!” Barley just shook his head and moved Ian’s hands to the sides, blowing a quick raspberry into his tummy before he could spit out any more protests. Ian didn’t have the energy to laugh anymore, he just shook with silent laughter. After another quick raspberry to his neck Barley finally stopped. Ian promptly buried away into his brother’s chest, letting the residual giggles slip away. “Thank you,” Ian mumbled out, the smile obvious in his words. Barley simply nodded and lightly rubbed his back.

“You needed to smile.” Ian nodded, a yawn escaping his mouth while he did. Barley checked the clock and it read 11:00pm. “Well I’m gonna head to bed, and I suggest you do the same.” Again, Ian nodded in response and started a sleepy trudge up the stairs to his room.