#ler!luigi

But since it seems people are falling for them all over again, I thought I'd bring them back out of the margins of my notes in school and give them some proper attention on here.

(I also headcanon Luigi legit feels more confident in a disguise {like cosplaying honestly} so I could see him being more bold in that old Mr. L outfit plus he looks so cute in it)

{Mario gets back from getting groceries, and Luigi finds what he bought, and is horrified and flustered. But.. he can't deny the butterflies in his tummy when he sees the item.~}

This fic is based off of @trashyswitch's fic Luigi's Secret! Specifically the chapter linked about tickle tools hehe! And the Youtube Short mentioned in this is this one: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XoVnvU4sMLk

Luigi was sat on the couch in his and Mario’s house watching tv. He heard the sound of jingling keys then the front door open.

It was Mario, back from getting some groceries from the supermarket in Brooklyn, along with bags of Mushroom Kingdom exclusive produce from Toadin Market. 

“Eyo! I’m home,” Mario called, he beamed when Luigi walked into the kitchen with him.

“Eyo! Here I’ll take that,” Luigi grabbed a few bags from Mario and sat them on the kitchen table while Mario set his on the counter.

“Thanks, so what’ve you been up to?”

“Just watching tv and trying not to think of how hungry I am,” Luigi giggled.

Mario giggled back, “well good thing I got a frozen pizza, too!” he exclaimed.

He took it out of the bag and the box, put it in on a pan and heated up the oven. They would unload the groceries while the pizza was cooking.

Luigi put away the canned goods in their pantry then dug into another bag with the supermarket logo Food Baazar.

It had some toilet paper, toothpaste, and..

“Facial cleansing spin brush,” Luigi read out, confused.

Mario turned at the odd phrase, then remembered as he saw the box.

“Oh yeah that!”

“Yeah uh.. what is it and why did you waste money on it?” Luigi questioned.

“It’s not a waste it was a dollar-twenty. It was on one of those hanging racks in the shampoo aisle. Just one of those little rack items like the scrub daddy stuff. Or those makeup brush covers that are shaped like a rose and make me do a double take each time I see them because ‘mama mia! They’re selling those?! Like that?!’”

Luigi laughed and shook his head knowingly, those “makeup brush covers” are very suspicious at first glance.

“Okay but like.. why did you buy it? You suddenly into aesthetic skin care?”

“Noho, it’s for you!” Mario smiled acting like Luigi knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Uuuhh.. I don’t mean to burst your bubble but I think the soap and water and occasional aftershave does me just fine, bro, if you want to take it back and they don’t give you anything, I’ll pay you back for it if you want, but-“

“No no no, i bought it because I saw it and thought of you and what we had talked about a few days ago!” 

Luigi racked his brain trying to remember what they had talked about..

Then it clicked.

Luigi could feel his face immediately heat up, “Mario.. why did you get this?..” he asked again, more cautiously than before.

Mario couldn’t help his grin, “oh nothing… lee-uigi..”

Mario knew him too well now. Ever since he was told about Luigi’s love for tickling. Well, more like got it out of Luigi by reading one of those “short stories” he loved so much that turned out to just be tickle fanfics. Then interrogated Luigi about the whole thing, and learned about the community and terms, like lee and ler.

Luigi slammed the box down into the sack, a slight smirk on his face he tried desperately to hide, “Mario, you- asshohohole!”

“Hey! I thought it would be fun to do! I did read up on tickling and found that people like to use different tools like feathers obviously, but also different kinds of textured brushes. Tooth brush, makeup brush, hair brush, and coarser ones like those horsehair brushes, or scrubbing brushes like this one!“ Mario explained nonchalantly.

Luigi sat in the kitchen chair covering his tomato red face with his hands. Hearing his brother list off different tickle tools so casually was another level of just pure evil.

“Look, we don’t have to do anything with it, I can take it back no problem! Honestly I just thought it’d be funny to tease you, and see how you react to it, but if you don’t want it, no worries!” Mario reassured.

He had to be honest with himself he’s just as much of a ler as Luigi is a lee. And he was in a ler mood when he bought the brush. He’s always loved tickling his younger brother, and now that he knew that Luigi loved being tickled, it was like this devious, teas-y side came alive in Mario that craved to make his bro laugh and go crazy with tickles sometimes. 

Luigi thought for a bit. If he said take it back, everything would fine, and he wouldn’t have to face an already embarrassing lee mood. But if he did take it back… Luigi would crave it.. he knows once he’s teased about tickles or tickle tools he can’t stop thinking about it until it’s done to him or something else like work or a nice day out with Peach takes over and his brain goes back to normal. But that won’t happen for another 12 or so hours.. This is the first time he’d even be able to choose the first option.

“N-no no.. it’s fine, don’t take it back,” Luigi wonders if it’s possible to put words back in your mouth because he regrets the decision the moment he voices it.

But good lord does he want to know what that brush feels like..

“You sure?” Mario asked, not confident in Luigi’s answer.

Another pause to think.

“I’m sure.”

In that moment the oven beeped.

“Ovens ready!” Mario announced.

He grabbed the pan with the frozen pizza and slid it into the oven.

Later that night after the boys ate the pizza they laid in Mario’s bed watching YouTube shorts.

Mario scrolled and a video showing an animated skunk started playing.

“Oh!! Omg I love Natural Habitat animations they’re so cute and silly!” Luigi gasped.

“Alright we’re not gonna ask you again, where were you taking ‘em?” The skunk said with a New Yorker accent.

It cut to a cartoon little rat tied up in the trunk the skunk opened.

“Ya mother’s house,” the rat replied in an even thicker Brooklyn accent.

The boys giggled.

“I really didn’t want it to come to this,” the skunk sighed.

He reached his arms out in front of him, and-

“Oh are you gonna tickle me?” the rat asked.

The skunk was taken aback.

So was Luigi.

He could feel blood rush to his face and ears at just the mention of the word.

Mario only laughed at the video seemingly not even paying attention to Luigi.

“What? W-why would we tickle you?” The skunk asked perplexed.

The rat shrugged, “it just seemed like that’s where the whole thing was going.”

“Well, it’s- it’s not.-“

“Heheheh! Heheheh!” The rat began laughing.

“I’m not even touching you,” the skunk sighed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation.

Luigi didn’t think it could get worse.

The rat kicked his little feet, giggling madly.

“Nohoho please! Hehehe!”

Oh god.

The skunk tried to diffuse the situation, “I swear I’m not going to tickle you.”

The rat stopped giggling, “good , cause I don’t like being tickled….. maybe a little.”

The rat became bashful.

Luigi felt like he was in hell.

Mario just snickered more at the rats silly antics.

The skunk squinted his eyes at the rat, “wait.. we didn’t tie you up.”

“Ya got me, just a rat lookin for a good time.”

The skunk and rat stared at each other before the skunk began to shut the trunk with a very uncomfortable look on his face.

“Whaddya want from me eh?” The rat shrugged again as the trunk shut.

The skunk shut the trunk fully.

The rat still spoke. 

“Please don’t tell my wife.”

Mario and Luigi burst out laughing at that line, and swiped up on the short to a new one as it started to replay.

The new short was drowned out by Mario’s sudden, “I can tell that got to you.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I see you blushing and saw how squirmy that video made you. I looked over at you when the rat asked if he was gonna be tickled, and your face was just instantly glowing red,” Mario teased.

Luigi gaped and pouted, “I’m not red.. and it didn’t get me, so.. ha.”

Mario rolled his eyes, “uh huh sure bud. On a completely unrelated note, did you know some rats like to be tickled? That’s what that whole short was about.”

“Y-yeah I’ve seen where scientists had done studies about the happiness of some rats when tickled and how they squeak and become playful while others would try to bite and get away from it. Just like humans, it’s really interesting,” Luigi tried to sound normal to throw Mario off his scent but it didn’t work.

“Yeah! And I think it’s so cute that you and rats have something in common..~”

Luigi grabbed a pillow, and shoved it in Mario’s face. 

“Mmph! Hey!” he yelled grabbing the pillow, “don’t hate me cause it’s true!”

“You shush!” Luigi yelled back now looming over Mario.

“Oh no what’re you gonna do? Tickle me?!”

Luigi dug into Mario’s ribs eliciting a yelp followed by giggling.

“LUHUHUuhuhuhu!!”

“You asked for it, bro!” Luigi skittered along his ribs and sides, occasionally skittering Mario’s stomach making him giggle harder.

“Y-youhohohou can tickle me all y-you wahahant! I know it just fl-fluhuhusters you! G-go ahead try to tehehease me,” Mario challenged.

Luigi grabbed onto Mario’s hips, digging into the bones. Mario let out a screech and newfound loud laughter.

“Ohohoho! Good spot huh? You’re s-so tic- sensitive there huh?! Kitchy kihihitchy c-coo..~” Luigi tried his hardest to tease him but his lee mood was so strong he couldn’t even say the word and his voice was faltering so much damnit!

Mario of course picked up on that.

“You can’t- ehehehe! You can’t even say ihihit! Can’t even say tickle! P-poor lihihittle LuihiHIHIHIGI-“ Mario stopped to squeal since Luigi had really ramped up the tickles the more he was teased, “you’resuchaleeitsadorahahahablehehehe!!”

Luigi knew exactly what Mario said despite him saying it so quick. He stopped tickling, and slammed the pillow in Mario’s face again, then sat back on his heels and pouted with his arms crossed.

Mario slowly recovered from the attack as he sat up, and saw Luigi’s pout.

“Ahahahaw, what’s wrong? Embarrassed you can’t say tickle?”

“Shut up,” Luigi grumbled.

“Oh now don’t be so grumpy, you know what happens to grumpy little brothers, right?” Mario smirked.

Luigi tried to not smile.

Mario wiggled his fingers at him, and Luigi looked away, pursing his lips tightly. He brought his hands closer to Luigi, wiggling his index finger into the space between his side and where his arms were crossed and clamped down. Luigi snickered, and tried to subtly move away.

“Aw Lu.. don’t move away from me.. you don’t wanna try to fight the tickle monster,” Mario grinned devilishly.

“Y-you’re not the.. m-monster..” Luigi said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not what monster?” Mario leaned in closer as if to hear Luigi better, “the tickle monster? The tickle tickle tickle monster?”

Luigi broke into a toothy smile, but tried not to laugh too much.

“You know you wanna laugh, bro, you love to laugh, right? And I just knooow you loooveee the little tickle tickles!~” Mario sang as he tweaked his belly.

“STOPIT!- AH-“ Luigi finally squeaked and doubled over laughing then fell onto his side giggling heartily when Mario continued to squeeze his side and ribs.

“AHA! There he is! Lee-uigi! I just knew that’d getcha!” Mario beamed.

“M-MARIOHOHOHO EHEHEHE!!”

His fingers scribbled and squeezed his ribs right below his armpits, even going up higher into his pits every so often!

“This is exactly what you wanted right, my dear Lee-uigi?”

Luigi nodded but then shook his head, “DONT CALL ME THAHAHAT!!”

“Why not? It’s exactly what you are! Just a ticklish little lee.~”

“IM NOHOHOT! IM NOT T-TICK- EEEK!” Luigi tried to say the word but just couldn’t so he opted for squealing when Mario clawed at his belly.

“You’re not what? Hm? You’re not ticklish? Ohoho I beg to differ! Because I know for a fact, my sweet little baby brother is the most ticklish person on the planet! But you know.. it would be quite terrible if say.. a monster found that out. He might not let go of you, and then you’d die of laughter. My.. wouldn’t that be tragic?~” Mario reveled in Luigi’s face blushing a new deeper shade of red.

“I think the tickle monster would actually like to try something new on his ticklish victim,~” he chuckled. His voice was incredibly smooth and made Luigi shiver.

Mario got off of Luigi and the bed, and walked out. Luigi laid there giggling from the phantom tickles then sat up, confused as to where Mario went.

Mario reappeared in the room with a box.. 

Oh no.

It was the face scrubbing brush.

Luigi couldn’t stop himself from giggling already, and scrunching his socked feet. He watched as Mario unpackaged the device, and turned it on for a split second. The buzzing sound made Luigi squeak.

“Works,” Mario stated with a grin that only told Luigi ‘you’re gonna get it.’

Mario hopped back on the bed, brush in hand. He laughed at Luigi instinctively backing away.

“Come on, bro, it’s not gonna hurt ya.. it’ll just tickle reeeeeaaaal bad,~” he teased.

Oh my god Mario was a good ler. It was truly a wonder as to how he had been in the dark about the tickling community as a whole for so long. He was meant to be a ler.

“So, how do you wanna do this?” Mario asked.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re the one about to get wrecked, how do you want it to happen?”

Mario wanted Luigi to tell him how to use the brush to tickle him?! Oh he was evil.

“Uuuhhuhum… start with it turned off..”

“Aye aye captain,” Mario teased, saluting Luigi.

In an instant, Luigi was gently pushed down onto the bed by his shoulder. His shirt was pulled up over his stomach and tucked in. Mario hovered the spinning brush over his tummy as Luigi watched in horror, anticipation, and excitement. He wondered how it’d feel. 

How bad would it be? How bad could it get? How much can he truly take? Well, Luigi was about to find out in..

3..

2…

1….

..

Luigi dared to look up at his brother when the brush simply just continued to hover over him. Mario had the biggest smirk on his face. 

“M-Mario?- AHHEEEE!!!”

Just as he spoke Mario began gently scrubbing the brush over his tummy. 

Luigi threw his head back and snorted before cackling loudly. Mario’s smile grew softer hearing such adorable noises from his brother. He scrubbed the brush all around his tummy, then started moving it in circles. Luigi’s laughter became higher pitched and more squeaky and snort-y.

He continued this circular motion for another minute loving how Luigi never once tried to stop him. 

“I think it’s time we see what this thing can really do!~” Mario exclaimed.

“OHOHOHohoh n-nohohooooo..”

Luigi braced himself as best as he could with his arms crossed over his chest gripping his sides like a lifeline while simultaneously holding his shirt up a little higher just below his chest to make sure his entire stomach and abdomen was exposed.

“Ohoho yeeesss..~ you act like you’re scared, but you’re holding your shirt up so it won’t drop back down when you’re wiggling around! I think you’re just sooooo excited to be absolutely wrecked with tickles by this thing heheh,~” Mario turned on the brush as emphasis.

Luigi squeaked and squeezed his eyes shut. Mario was absolutely right. He couldn’t wait for it. He was nervous, but the ticklish butterflies in his tummy overrode that feeling. He opened one eye back up to watch the brush so he wouldn’t get surprised by it touching him. The spinning of the brush was like a hypnotic spiral to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it as Mario began lowering the brush to his tummy, so torturously slow. It already felt like feathers were inside Luigi’s belly with how much the anticipation and slow descent of the brush was killing him. 

Then it touched down very gently. Mario was careful to only place it gently on him and let the spinning do the work because he felt it would just hurt if he started trying to scrub his belly along with the spinning.

Luigi’s eyes shot open, and something between a gasp and a squeal left his mouth before he started absolutely losing it. His head was thrown back as he screamed, then dissolved into hearty cackles, and high pitched pleas.

“OH MY GOHOHOD!! PL- MA- MARIHIHIHIHIOHOHOHO! ITS SO- BAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!!”

“Do you want it to stop?” Mario had to ask a bit loudly over Luigi’s maniacal laughter.

Luigi shook his head, “D-DOHOHON’T! WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHEEAH!!”

Mario snorted as well at how much Luigi absolutely loved this. He moved the brush up above his bellybutton eliciting a hiccup and squeal from the green pajama’d lee as the bristles were getting into his bellybutton. 

The brush moved over to Luigi’s right side, tickling up and down his ribs. His laughter got to near screaming octaves as the brush whirred closer to his armpit. Mario, feeling particularly evil, decided he was gonna give Luigi his absolute best.

Mario took the brush away giving Luigi time to breathe. Luigi was in absolute tickle heaven and so preoccupied with the electricity-like feeling buzzing through his nerves he didn’t even notice Mario grabbing his left arm away from his curled up chest hugging position, and lifting it above his head. 

“If it’s too much, just hit me,” Mario giggled.

Mario’s voice brought him back down to earth, and Luigi finally took notice of the new position when he tried to readjust and his arm didn’t move much. He looked up to see it was now trapped above his head and Mario grinning.

“W-what?-..”

“I said if it’s too much, just hit me. Is me pinning your arm okay?” Mario asked.

“Oh! Uhuhuh yeah..”

The brush came back into view, then disappeared once again in the sleeve of Luigi’s shirt. It barely touched his skin, and he was giggling again. He cackled and snorted just from Mario slightly moving it down his armpit.

Oh this was gonna suck.

Or be incredible, Luigi couldn’t determine which yet.

“Ready?” Mario said.

Luigi nodded, and squeezed his eyes shut.

The millisecond Mario thumbed the power button, half of Luigi’s body was off the bed. He slammed back down, his legs kicking wildly against the bedsheets completely messing them up.

The most interesting part, though?

Barely any sound came out of him.

His mouth was wide open showing a big toothy smile, his eyes bugged out a bit before squeezing shut again, and Mario could hear Luigi’s silent wheezes and occasional snorts. Before Luigi had the chance or thought to stop him, Mario stopped himself after a only about ten seconds seeing it was rendering the man incapable of controlling his body and driving him so out of his mind he probably didn’t even think to stop him.

When the scrubber halted, it was carefully removed as to let Luigi fully come down from being utterly obliterated.

“Lu?.. a-are you okay?” Mario began to worry he had gone too far because despite the huge smile plastered on Luigi’s face, the man looked a mess. His hair had long since been messed up, his entire face and neck was beet red, the color even seeping below the collar of his shirt, and he was breathing heavily with tired giggles slipping through.

Luigi heard the question, but it took him a second to remember how to human again.

“I’m…” Luigi paused to gulp in air, and think of what to say, “I’ve never.. been behehetter..!” his head flopped back on the pillow as he took a deep breath.

“Yeheheah? Sorry that was pretty intense, I didn’t think it would tickle THAT much! Well, yes I did, I know your armpits is one of your most ticklish spots.. but still! I thought I lost you there for a minute! Thought I killed you!” Mario wheezed. He was now sitting on the bed beside Luigi, the brush laid beside him.

“That… heh.. that would’ve been… a VERY awkward 911 call,” Luigi snorted.

Mario clapped and threw his head back with a guffaw, “oh my gohohod, I’d rather just jump out the window and go on the run.”

Both boys laughed again.

“Well, I guess you’re tired out now?” 

To Mario’s disbelief, Luigi shook his head, “nohoho way! I just needed to recove- *yaaaaawwwnnnn*” Luigi groaned at his own yawn betraying him.

“Heheh I’ll take that as a yes,” Mario replied.

He began to take the brush and hop off the bed, but Luigi stopped him.

“I’m just putting this away, I’ll be back,” Mario assured thinking Luigi was worried he was going to just leave him. Mario would never just leave him to recover on his own, though. Luigi had told him about aftercare after a heavy tickle session and how he liked to just be held and also given snacks sometimes. And of course water.

“No no, don’t put it away yet.”

Mario tilted his head then rolled his eyes with a small smile, “Luigi I know you like it, but don’t push past your limits.”

“No, I know, I wanted to try something, though…. On you..” Luigi smiled as innocently as he could.

Mario widened his eyes then narrowed them, “and how exactly would that go, hm?”

“Well, I did imagine what that brush would do to you on all your tickle spots, but since I’m worn out, I’ll just go for one spot.~”

Mario could feel the blush rising in his cheeks. Okay fine, he couldn’t lie, he wondered what it would feel like, too.

“Are you now in a ler mood suddenly?” he asked.

“Mm I guess I am now, but I just wanna know how you’d do with the brush. And maybe how you’d do with it on your worst spot..~ I mean it’s only fair considering you targeted my worst spot and absolutely destroyed me. Well, that’s what you’d tell me if the shoe was on the other… foot,~” Luigi finished off with a knowing, teasing smile.

“You’re not touching my feet with a ten foot pole,” Mario spat with a little smirk to show he wasn’t genuinely angry despite his tone.

“Oh I know! I’d actually be touching them with a spin brush.”

Luigi, you cheeky little bitch.

Mario thought for a second then spoke, “okay, look, I’ll do it, but ONLY because I’m admittedly curious, too, but you will not get out of this easy or without a punishment for this, AND when I say stop, you. Stop.”

“Oh of course! I would never ignore your cries of mercy, Mario. And the punishment? Yeah I saw that coming.”

“Oh trust me, you won’t see it coming. I’ll strike when the moments juuuuust right.~”

Luigi rolled his eyes, leapt up, and grabbed Mario under the arms lifting him off the ground, “yeah yeah tease me about it later, giggleshitter.”

Mario yelped as he was lifted up then dropped back onto the bed, “what the hell did you cahahall me?!”

Luigi just laughed in response.

“Shut it, and laugh, idiot,” he joked as he began poking Mario’s stomach all over.

“AH! Hehehey! This wasn’t agreed upohohon! S-stahahahap!” Mario giggled out.

Luigi stopped, and let Mario sit back on the bed. He brought his knees up, tucking in his feet under the messy sheets.

“Now just what do you think you’re doing, bro?”

“..hihihiding my feet..”

“Well, we’re just gonna have to fix that ,aren’t we?~” Luigi’s voice was now smooth and teas-y.

Luigi yanked the sheets off of Mario, and grabbed hold of his ankles.

“WAIT, WAIT- LU PLEASE-!” Mario panicked, fighting with himself to not kick Luigi in the face.

“Hey, look, I won’t do it if you really don’t want me to.”

Mario stayed silent.

Luigi smirked, “thought so.”

He sat Mario’s feet in his lap, trapping his ankles with one of his legs on top of them, and the other below them. Mario covered his red face with his hands. 

Luigi cracked his knuckles, and despite his face being covered, Mario knew Luigi was teasing him. He bent his fingers into fists to uncover his eyes. 

A horrifying sight.

Luigi’s fingers wiggling inches away from his foot. Mario let out a much more girly squeal than he intended to.

“Ahahaw.. I can’t wait to hear that cute laughter pour out of you, this is so worth the payback I’ll get,~” Luigi teased as his fingers gently skittered against Mario’s socked foot.

Mario grabbed a pillow and shoved his face in it, groaning loudly before breaking into the happiest little giggles.

Luigi smiled and giggled along. Mario desperately pulled on his legs, then screeched when he felt Luigi’s arm wrap around his already trapped ankles preventing further movement. He pulled off his left sock much to Mario’s disapproval. It suddenly got so much worse when he only barely felt the stiff bristles of the spin brush against his sole.

“WAIT, LUIGI!” he yelled.

“Yes, dear brother?” Luigi teased.

“It’s gonna be so bad…” Mario whined.

“I know.~”

With that, the brush whirred to life. Luigi had delicately placed it on the arch of Mario’s foot, letting the spinning do the work just like Mario had done to him minutes earlier. Luigi nearly fell over at the loud, high-pitched scream that came from the man.

“AAAAHHEEEHEHEHEAHAHAHA- OH MY GOHOHOD! IT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD, LUHUHUHU!!”

Mario was losing his mind already! He couldn’t believe just how ticklish this was. It was the worst thing he’d ever felt, but, he didn’t tell Luigi to stop. Yet.

The brush moved up to the ball of his foot, and back down to the heel. The heel wasn’t as horrible, and gave Mario a bit of a breather. It also made him snort a lot which Luigi found absolutely adorable.

“Listen to those cute snorts!~ My goodness you’re being so loud we might get a noise complaint haha!~”

Mario had since thrown the pillow down in favor of throwing his head back to cackle. His feet wiggled helplessly, trying to pull them towards him to no avail. He arched his back when he felt Luigi skitter his fingers up his right foot making him squeal again.

Luigi thought for a second and couldn’t resist, he knew this was going to kill his brother, and probably make his subsequent punishment worse, but he just had to do it.

He slowly moved the brush up his arch again to the top of his foot, then.. onto his toes. Specifically the big toe. Oddly, his most ticklish one.

“HOLY MERDA- MAHAHAHA- MA MIAHAHAHA-! I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAHAHAHAN’T- AAHHHHHAHAHAHAHHA OKAY, OKAY STAHAHAHAP!!” Mario screamed and pleaded as he scrunched his toes as tight as he possibly could.

Luigi listened immediately, and took the brush away turning it off. Mario collapsed on the bed, snorting and hiccuping with hard laughter. He jumped when he felt Luigi’s hand return to his foot, but sighed in relief when he felt Luigi just rub his foot for a second then let him go. The phantom tickles disappeared instantly.

“H-how did you do that?” 

“Hm?”

“My nerves.. usually feel like they’ve been zapped by lightning after being tickled, but you just did that and it’s fine.. hohow?” Mario panted and gulped in air through that sentence.

“Oh yeah usually rubbing the area for a second that was just tickled a lot makes the so-called ‘phantom tickles’ go away pretty quick. Th-though, I tend to like the feeling of it..” Luigi explained, going shy when admitting that.

Mario exhaled at that admission, “well I appreciate you doing that for those that don’t really like feeling like they’re still being tickled when not being touched.”

Luigi put the brush on the beside table, then walked to the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of water. He was already sipping on his glass.

Mario took the water generously. He grabbed his phone, and scooted to the backboard of the bed. Luigi sat beside him, and put the blanket over the two.

“You wanna watch more shorts?” Mario asked.

“Sure.”

They scrolled and laughed until Luigi fell asleep. Mario covered him up more and continued to look at his phone for a little longer until he also fell asleep. 

GAGSXSHSHDJDJF I SAW THIS ON TIKTOK PAHLEASEEE MY HEART- IM-

Simplicity often meant more time to really embrace one another. Luigi and Daisy both showed that as they enjoyed their lovely little picnic date together. Things were going great...Until Luigi took a drink from his water bottle...

This fanfic mentions a small bit of alcohol consumption. Though this can be a touchy subject for some, I assure you that Luigi's actions are based on my own experiences. Cause truth is, not everyone gets angry or violent when alcohol is introduced. But with that in mind; please read at your own risk, and I hope you all enjoy!