"Till-sunbae, that song sounded so cool in your voice!"
Till wasn't really the kind to get flustered over simple comments like this. After years on stage and in front of the camera, it would be weird if he wasn't used to hearing them by now. Still, even with staff and colleagues saying those words at a daily basis, there was something about him that made them sound different.
Being the oldest in the cast meant he had a role to play, to be the model for the younger and less experienced artists that worked with him. As a professional, Till couldn't say one stood out more than the other â they were all talented, yes. But, personally⊠there was this weird feeling always drawing his attention to Ivan.
He sat on the ground in a distant corner behind the cameras, but a good spot to watch the recording set. His eyes followed Ivan like the cameras' lens, capturing his every move and feeling his chest a little tighter, his heart beating a little out of pace.
Was age catching up to him? Was Ivan going to give him a heart attack out of stress from those constant mistakes whenever they acted together? Was he really simply getting sick?
While keeping himself busy with one thought after the other, Till failed to notice his hoobae leaving the stage and walking towards him. When he came back to his senses, Ivan was already dropping himself close to him â really, really close to him. "Ahhh, I'm so tired," he whined, "how do you keep making one shot after the other like that, Till-sunbae?"
"You⊠get used to it," Till smiled softly, slightly. He rested his head back against the wall and looked to the dark ceiling. "You'll build some more stamina over time. You're just tired because this is your first big project, right?"
"Yeah," Ivan sighed, but seemed glad with the answer. This model role thing was harder than Till first thought. Even in moments like this, he had to ponder about his words, making sure to not push the cast down with the wrong answers. "You're so cool, Till-sunbae! ~"
Throb.
There, there was it. That weird, foreign feeling that had been haunting Till since they started recording this show. He looked at Ivan and shook his head, hoping it would shake off the feeling too.
"Are you feeling sick, Till-sunbae?"
"Hm?" Till blinked, snapping out of his daydreaming again, for the third or forth time that day. "Y-yeah, why?"
"You⊠you're a little red."
Damn it!
"Oh, hahah," Till faked a cough, looking away. "My scenes are next. I'm just a little nervous and, ahm, it's hot in here too, right?"
Ivan nodded, but didn't seem quite satisfied with the answer this time. "Do you need help to loose up? I learned a new trick these days!"
"Sure, what is it?"
Something about the way Ivan smiled made a shiver run down Till's spine. Was it too late to go back and say he changed his mind? Then, again, Ivan looked so⊠happy to be able to help him, he couldn't really turn him down now, could he?
"Ok, so, first: close your eyes," Till nodded and pressed his eyes shut. "Hold your hands behind your head," and Till followed the instructions again. Was it some kind of stretching exercise?
Till quickly pulled his arms back down and pressed them against his sides, trying to stop Ivan's hands from tickling him any further, but all it seemed to do was to trap them under his arms. "S-stohohop! It tihihickles, you brahahat!"
"You have to count back down now, Till-sunbae! Or it won't work!"
He was just making up stuff now, Till was sure of it. He was already laying down on the ground, laughing like a stupid kid and probably calling the whole studio's attention, but why couldn't he get mad at Ivan? Why it felt nice to be around him, even like this?!
"Y-you bahAhasâ agh, fihihine!" Till shook his head, his feet kicking behind Ivan as his hoobae moved into his lap. "O-ohone, two, threehee! Stohohop!"
"You can't stutter, Till-sunbae, try again!"
Till groaned, his hands tightly holding Ivan's arms as he had no one but himself to curse for falling for such a lame trick. At least, he thought, he would have a better excuse for his flushed cheeks when this was overâŠ
A/N: Once again rejecting the canon to cope with fiction, yes yes
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A/N: So, this can story can be seen as an alternative universe kind of setting, since we didnât get a happy ending in the original, but I really wanted to write something with these two as well. Number 17 - Escape - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Ivan and Till from ALIEN STAGE.
Words: 970 words under the cut
Their shared apartment was rarely quiet, but tonight it was downright chaotic. âIvan, no!!â Tillâs voice rang out, bubbly and high with laughter already, as he bolted down the hallway in his socks, nearly slipping as he turned a sharp corner. Ivanâs footsteps were close behind, the sound of long strides closing the distance with every passing second.
âYou better run faster than that Till,â Ivan called, his tone darkly playful, âbecause once I catch you, youâre done!â Till squealed again, breathless from the laughter already bubbling in his chest. âI didnât do anything!! You canât prove it!!â âOh, really?â Ivan said, grinning as he picked up speed. âSo the missing last slice of strawberry cake just vanished on its own, huh?â
âThat couldâve been anyone!â âIt was literally labeled âIvanâs - Do Not Touch.ââ âThatâs very vague!â Ivan laughed just as Till turned into the living room and, without even slowing down, grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it backwards with expert precision.
Ivan caught it right in the face with a surprised grunt. âArgh!â he barked, staggering for half a second before shaking it off and charging forward again. âOh, thatâs it!â Till screamed playfully, throwing himself over the couch arm and scrambling onto the cushions like it was a lifeboat. But Ivan was already there, looming over him like a villain from a drama.
âNo no no, waitwaitwait-!â Till babbled, trying to roll away. Too late. With a smooth pounce, Ivan straddled him, pinning him flat against the couch cushions. He grabbed both of Tillâs wrists in one hand, holding them gently but firmly above his head. His other hand hovered ominously over Tillâs torso.
âYou shouldâve picked any other day to steal my dessert,â Ivan said, dramatically ominous. Tillâs eyes widened. âYou wouldnât!â âOh, I would.â And then he struck. His fingers dove into Tillâs sides, wiggling rapidly up and down, and the reaction was instant. Till absolutely shrieked, laughter bursting from him like a dam breaking.
His back arched as much as it could with Ivan sitting on him, legs kicking helplessly into the couch cushions. âNOHOHOHOO IVAAHAHAHAN!!â The ravenhead grinned down at him, tickling without mercy, his fingers moving from his ribs to his waist, giving little squeezes and skittering movements that had the boy thrashing and squirming beneath him.
âThought you were fast,â Ivan teased, âguess not fast enough.â âYOOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHARD!! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!!â But Ivan didnât stop. If anything, the high-pitched squeals and bright pink blush coloring Tillâs cheeks only made him laugh harder - not at him, with him. Because Tillâs laughter was infectious - sharp, silly and just so real.
âYou are way too ticklish for someone who throws the first pillow,â Ivan said, raising an eyebrow. Till let out another shriek as Ivanâs fingers found the dip just above his hipbones, digging in for just a second before fluttering away. âNAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHEHERE!!â âOh? Here?â Ivan teased, targeting the spot again.
Till was howling now, face buried sideways in a couch pillow as he laughed uncontrollably, tears starting to well in the corners of his eyes. He tugged uselessly against Ivanâs grip, legs kicking. It wasnât like Ivan was putting real strength into holding him down. He didnât need to. Till was already halfway useless under his touch.
Ivan couldnât help it - he was grinning like an idiot, his own cheeks dusted pink from laughter and adrenaline. Seeing Till so carefree, so unguarded, it made his heart flutter in a way he tried very hard not to think too much about. Eventually, he slowed down, his fingers lazily scribbling around Tillâs belly one last time before finally letting go.
Tillâs arms dropped like noodles and he went limp with a huge, exhausted wheeze. Ivan shifted off of him, still chuckling, and flopped onto the couch beside him. âThat⊠was for the cake.â âYouâre such a child,â Till groaned, red-faced and breathless, his hair sticking out in every direction. Ivan tilted his head with mock innocence. âYou were warned.â
They sat like that for a moment - Till trying to catch his breath, Ivan fighting to keep a smug grin off his face. The quiet after all that laughter was oddly warm, filled only with the hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of the wind outside their window.
After a minute, Till slowly sat up, curling sideways until he was leaning against Ivanâs shoulder, his legs folded on the couch. Ivan blinked, slightly surprised by the cuddle, but he didnât move away. In fact, he leaned in a little.
Tillâs voice was soft, a little raspy from all the giggling. âOkay... but seriously⊠What was all that about? You usually just pout when I steal your stuff.â Ivan looked down at him, eyes glinting. âI told you, that slice had my name on it.â âPffft.â Till squinted suspiciously. âThatâs not a reason for a full-blown manhunt.â âIsnât it?â Ivan smirked, smug and unbothered.
Till narrowed his eyes. âYouâre being suspiciously smug.â Ivan lifted a hand to ruffle Tillâs hair. âYouâre just mad you got caught.â Till leaned away slightly, something mischievous sparking in his expression. âNo, Iâm mad because you tickled me half to death.â
âYou looked like you were having fun though.â âThatâs beside the point,â Till said firmly. Then, suddenly, his fingers darted out and poked Ivan right in the side. Ivan flinched. âH-Hey!â Till smiled at him. âWas that a giggle?â âNo it wasnât,â the answer answered a little bit too quickly, knowing what was coming.
âI think it was⊠You defiantly giggled!â he said triumphantly, poking him again, and this time Ivan twitched and barely suppressed another laugh. Till leaned in, whispering gleefully. âTime for my revenge.â Ivanâs eyes widened in alarm. âW-Wait- Till, I-!â But it was already too late.
And if you do, can you do Lee Andrew and Ler Ivan.
Thank you !
Yep here's your request and yep that's scene 16 in your request Ivan caught Andrew and drags him and then he tickle him (Yep I headcanon Andrew when he laughs and he gets tickle on his most ticklish spots that are extremely ticklish he have a snorting fit)
[*Puts this in your ask box before heading off for the night-*]
Hi there bestie! :3
Soo, I'm done with the drawing idea you gave me! Before I show you it though, I have a few things to say:
1: This drawing took...so long- *I thought it was only gonna take a couple hours, why did it take 7 hours and 50 minutes to draw two sprunki characters?-*
2: I'm sorry for the lack of Lee!Or.EXE.n art lately. *It was either because I was drawing something else, had no motivation to draw, or I had no ideas for Lee!Or.EXE.n-* But I still hope you like the drawing I made! *But if you don't like it, that's okay <:3*
3: I was too lazy to put in Boyfriend/Ivan's dialogue I thought for him- *His dialogue was gonna be this:
"So, this is your biggest weakness? Tickling? ...Heh heh, and here I thought you were a big evil Sprunki, but now you're over here laughing like a five year old kid >:3"*
Okay, enough of me yapping, I now introduce you to...
An evil Sprunki's secret weakness >:3
Yay more horror mode tickles! :3
Also, I'm not sure if you can see Or.EXE.n's skin because of the blood, but I actually colored in light orange patches on him. The reason I did this is because your humanize version of Or.EXE.n has white patches on his skin, so to recreate that in Sprunki style, I added in light orange patches on Or.EXE.n's skin.
*I also made his note say "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" just to show what he was thinking-*
Anyway, I hope you like it! Have a great day/night! ^^
Like? You know what I am gonna sayâŠI LOVE IT, I LOVE HOW IVAN FINALLY GOT HIS REVENGE RATHER THAN BEING A SCAREDY CAT, YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA! HE FINALLY GOT WHAT HE HAD, YES YES YES YIPPEE WOOHOO I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!!
Sorry for Not Seeing the Art, I was on school Break, But hey, I love the FanArt so much, I Imagine There will be more Sprunki.MSI: Full-Possession Takeover Tickle FanArt Like This from you, thank You for this masterpiece, Ivan May be suffer from the cold like Mount Silver/Blake, But he'll still stand up for himself to survive The Possession apocalypse, again, thanks Bestie. đ„čđčđč
hi everyone! so we haven't done this for a while so here are the ideas that I could come up with!
the one with the most votes will be written at the end of the poll.
These are from three different fandoms.
Marvel.
Shadow and Bone
The Vampire diaries.
Moonknight wants to know info about you, a ticklish interrogation follows.
Aleksander and Ivan have seen that you've been sleeping less and plan a remedy.
Klaus and Elijah have been after you for years, your sentence? tickles.
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A/N: Really, really self-indulgent fic because I NEEDED to get some fluff after the damage Round 6 did to me. Also, I added a little hc that TIll is an experience actor while Ivan is still a newbie, etc, etc, you know the drill
Also, tagging @blobbirobbi, @norieoncrack and @vash-yuu because you three gave me the boost to do it this afternoon. Also tagging @tiredleekaz because i feel you'll like this (hopefully)
âAlright, letâs do it, guys!â The director shouted and the rest of the team promptly took their places. The camera pointed towards Till and Ivan as the studio was quickly engulfed by silence.
âHere we go⊠âCureâ, stage scene, take 9. Action,â the director commanded and the first beats of the song began to play right after. The spotlight turned to Till and, so, it began.
âAllow me, to the tip of your fingers. Allow me, to the ends of your feet.â
Ivan quietly hummed the song along while the cameras tilted around the other man, capturing the crowdâs motion in the background while Tillâs voice took all the room in the studio. Ivan knew the team was tired and probably beginning to feel a little frustrated after a couple of mistakes, but he couldnât help but enjoy every moment of it.
âDissolve me in your gaze. I donât want to let you go.â
âDamn, he looks so cool right nowâ, Ivan thought as a smirk took place in his lips. The song went on and Ivan knew he had to focus. This was supposed to be a dramatic, emotional, tragic scene. He couldnât be booping to the song they spent hours recording. Focus, Ivan, focus!
As Till continued to sing, Ivan decided it was a good time to rehearsal his lines. Maybe this would put him back in the right mood for this scene and, after all, he didnât want to start the 10th take because he made the same mistake from 4 takes ago.
âLet me drown in you, until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time!â
Wait, was he at that part already?
Ivan opened his eyes and looked at the other guy with a slightly shocked expression. Gulping, he clenched his hands as he heard the piano keys starting to play in the background again. Time to shine, Ivan.
With heavy steps, Ivan walked towards his microphone. The camera was tilting right above him and it was a bit hard to keep a straight face, but he had to!
âEven if your cold words carve scars beneath my eyes.â
Carefully and gently, Ivan took his hands up and wrapped his fingers around the microphone. Holding it tightly, one word after the other left his lips and, as scripted, he was singing.
âMay they linger on your tongue. You can break me apart.â
Narrowed eyes stared back at the camera in front of him. To the ones looking from the outside, Ivan seemed like the most confident actor in history, literally living up to his character. But on the inside, he couldnât help but feel some nervousness stirring up. What if he sang the wrong line? What if he looked ugly on the recording? What if his voice cracked?!
No, it wasnât time to think about those things. He managed to look at Till with the corner of his eyes and, even when he was idling, the sorrowful, tired look continued to stick to his face. So professional!
âSick of those nights to come, to be engulfed by silence in your gaze where Iâm seen. Consume me! Yes, me, oh oh!! ~â
Ivan would only be sure once they were done recording this scene, but he was almost 100% he nailed this part. He could feel his vocal chords slightly tiring, but nowhere near enough to make him stop.
And above anything else, the most important scene of this episode was coming up. The kiss.
âTo this everlasting moment.â
âFace to face we dance.â
Ivan let out a small sigh as his last line was sung. Just as the words left his lips, the pages of the script started playing inside his head. âWith a decisive move, you throw your microphone aside and walk to himâ, he remembered the director explaining, detailing how it should be done.
âWith our story lost in foreverâs embrace!! ~â
Ivan felt literally chills running up his back when his eyes met Tillâs. As a newbie actor, starring with someone as experienced as him was always an emotional rollercoaster, full of surprising moments that he would treasure forever. But not now. Now, he needed to focus.
Gently reaching for the other guyâs cheek, Ivan moved his hand to the back of Tillâs head and pulled him into a kiss.
Part of himself questioned if he was supposed to enjoy recording this part over and over as much as he was doing, but knowing how annoyed the rest of the studioâs staff was at his mistakes, he would never voice such thoughts.
The instrumental played along with the flashing lights above them. Ivan only remembered the instructions that he should make the kiss last while Till would try to shove him away, but the director never said how, so there shouldnât be much harm in improvising a little, right?
Ivan wrapped his free hand around Tillâs slim torso, resting his fingers just below the otherâs ribcage. Till pressed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away like the script told him to, but Ivan knew this wasnât the lead to let him go, so he pulled the other man for another kiss.
However, there was something off.Â
He was told that, yes, Till was going to try to break their kiss and free himself, but it shouldnât be⊠this effective, Ivan thought. Deciding that it would be better to just play along, Ivan moved his hand down to Tillâs neck while the other pressed a little harder against his side, hoping this would be enough to keep him still to the end of the scene.
But with barely seconds before the time for the score to pop up above their heads and show his characterâs demise, Ivan noticed that Till⊠was laughing?
âPfft- d-duhuhude!â TIll giggled, elbowing his arm in another attempt to free himself from his embrace. âQ-quit tihihickling, ahaha!â
âH-huh?â Ivan blinked, looking down to the little space between their bodies and taking a few seconds to realize what the other guy meant. âWait, you mean this?â
âGyAHah, y-yes! Thahat, d-donât dohohoh it! Iâm tihihicklish there!â Till laughed, throwing his head back (and maybe trusting a little too much in Ivanâs strength to hold him in place).
A fuzzy, warm feeling spread over Ivanâs chest as he heard those words. What a wonderful discovery! How could he not notice this before?! âAhah, sorry⊠I mean, I didnât expect this or this to be enough to tickle you, Till, ~â Ivan teased, carelessly spidering his fingers against Tillâs side and ribs.
Before he realized, there were them again: fooling in the middle of the set. Till laughing, desperately trying to escape his hug while the only worry inside Ivanâs mind was to find where else his senior would be ticklish.
âIvan! Câmohohon!â Till laughed while the lights of the studio turned back on, illuminating the whole scene again as this take was already beyond salvation. âI cahahanât breheheathe!â
âOh? But you are-â
âGuys!â The director protested, making the duo stop in the middle of the scene with a surprised look on their faces. Right, they were recording. And with people around them. A lot of people. âSigh, letâs take a break, yeah? Five minutes, everybody.â
Despite the feeling of animosity towards them that seemed to spread across the rest of the staff, Ivan couldnât stop himself from smiling and, much to his delight, the same seemed to go for Till.
âS-sorry, ahah, this one is my fault,â Till giggled as he got back into his own feet, rubbing his side where Ivan just tickled him. âTry to just, hmm⊠Hold my face?â
âGot it, I will keep that in mind,â Ivan hummed happily while walking off the stage by TIllâs side. Well, guess they couldnât do much but wait for the next take now, right?
Tillâs fingers wiggled, continuing to string the chords of his invisible, imaginary guitar. He was focused, enough to see the instrument in his hands and hear each note. Also enough to continue to act as Ivan wasnât there, peeking at his notes over his shoulder.
This time, however, Till wasnât just practicing his guitar. Along with the notes that played inside his head, the boy hummed a song, singing quietly the words as if to try to find out which one was going to sound the best. Of course, it would be best to sing it out loud, but how was he supposed to do it with Ivan nearly gluing his face to his?!
âItâs nice,â Ivan muttered, pouting slightly as he tilted his head to look at Tillâs face, âI like your singing, Till.â
Despite the attempt of breaking the ice between them, Ivan was answered with nothing but silence. That didnât stop him, of course, he was already glad he was allowed to be next to Till and hear him practicing his singing. But Ivan still craved that little interactionâŠ
âYou should sing a little louder, itâs hard to reach some notes mumbling like thisâŠâ Ivan leaned a little closer while making his suggestion, trying to not scare his crush away.Â
He slowly reached out, almost as if he was about to hug Till from behind, but-
âS-stop it,â Till hissed, already trying to lean away from Ivan, âyour breathing is making my ear itchy.â
âI-itchy?â Ivan blinked, confused by the word. Wait, was this that thing that happened when people touched each other? He remembered someone else at the gardens talking about it, but what was it called again? Fickle? Tick?
Ah, whatever, Ivan thought, shaking his head. He needed to figure it out by himself. âWait, I c-can help you sing higher notes!â
Till narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, curious about what Ivan was talking about, but not wanting to admit it. âYou are going to do something wei-AHAH!â
A loud - and, indeed, high-pitched - squeal left Tillâs lips when Ivan wrapped his hand around his back and latched his fingers onto his crushâs waist, digging into it gently. âG-gehehet your hahands out of me, you freheheak!â
âB-but I just made your voice go really high! Donât you want to practice, Till?â Ivan spoke in a hurry, barely containing his own excitement as he continued to tickle Till - even if he wasnât really understanding what was going on.
Till also wasnât familiar with this weirdly funny feeling that made him laugh against his well. He could barely process the electric sensation that traveled up his nerves when Ivan drummed his ribs like an instrument. Embarrassed, but loud, laughter soon began to draw attention to them.
Ivan felt his heart racing, beating against his chest like someone trying to break free. Till was smiling. He was making Till smile. He wanted this moment to last fore-
âI-IVAHA- Ivahahan!! S-stohohop it!!â
âO-oh, sorry,â he chirped, noticing how red Tillâs cheek suddenly turned and how small tears began to cling to his lashes. âM-maybe we should⊠stay for the basic singing lessons⊠heheâŠâ
âWha- ahh, whatever!â Till barked, pushing Ivan away from him while gritting his teeth, âj-just donât- donât do whatever this was! Ever!!â
A/N: MY BABIES. I'm scared of what is waiting for us in a few days, but I wanted to deliver this before the round 7... just so we can prepare hahah...