Chat I Love Her😣❤️

I sometimes let my friend at school draw in my writing notebook if she's bored:3!!!

(Mims isn't her actual name, js a nickname...)

*Bangs fist on table* lee Frida! Someone needs tickle that small gal!

Fr thoughhh

Colorful Day

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--Just a happy little day--

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|Lee - Frida -- Ler - Harriet|

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(Characters may be OOC since I haven't watched the reboot JUST yet! So, I do apologize if anything seems a little off)

"Ready, Fri??" Harriet asked, hovering her wiggly fingers above Frida's sides.

"Kihinda?.." Frida chuckled slightly, curling up a bit.

How did this happen you may ask? Well, Frida was currently in a lee mood, and who better to help ya out? Why, your best friend of course!

"Great!" Harriet then started to (gently) tickle Frida's sides.

"EEP-- pff-- eehehehehehehe--!" Frida giggled softly, holding onto Harriet's wrists.

"Awh! Listen to them giggles!" Harriet pointed out

"Nohoho--! Dohohon't pohohoint it ohout!" Frida giggled a little bit louder.

"But whyyyy?~"

"Dohon't you stahart!"

"Start what?~" Harriet asked in a teasy tone.

"You ahass!! *squeak*"

"Now thahat's not a nice word!" Harriet chuckled, moving her tickly fingers on Frida's belly.

"SHIHIHIHIHIHIhihihihihihihit!!" Frida's giggles mixed in with laughter now.

"Neither is that! Got a bad mouth, huh?"

"HahahahahaHARRIehehehehehehet *snort*" Frida squirmed a little, her grip getting a little tighter on Harriet's wrists.

"Awwhawh! I didn't know you could snort!" Harriet giggled along in slight surprise.

"NAHAHA!!"

"Nahaha? What does that mean, huh?" Harriet asked playfully. (Yet very teasy)

"Ihi don't KNAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHOW!!!-- CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANDY!!" (Not Harriet's actual nickname but y'know:3) Frida's giggle laughter turned into just laughter when Harriet went up to her underarms, immediately letting go of Harriet's wrists and clamping her arms down.

"Goofball! Now my hands are stuck!" Harriet teased, wiggling her fingers.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO THEY AHAHAHAHAHAHAREN'T!!" Frida protested, squirming a LOT more now

"Anddddd how do you know, genius?" Harriet asked with a smirk

"D-DOHOHOHOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!!"

"Dare what?"

"NAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!" Frida couldn't make out a sentence for a moment there!

"Huh? What was that, Fri?~"

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!"

"You want me to stop?" Harriet asked with a soft chuckle

"YEHEHEHEHEHEAH!"

Harriet chuckled and stopped, slipping her hands out.

"Ehehehehe... woooohohoah..." Frida chuckled, melting onto the floor

Harriet giggled and looked down at her colorful friend "Has I cured it?"

"You hahas definitely cured it..."

🧡End🩷

<I am also sorry for all the short fics lately:( The next fic WILL be longer! I promise<3>

Boooooo

I’m at school-

lee!Van.

OOOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOooooOoOooO you’ll never guess who I am

OoOOOoOoOoOooOoOooOooO

*[Mr. Peabody hypnotizing meme thing]*

Oh, I wonder..

Ticklish Painter!

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--Van was overworking himself and grew a bit tired, and JFK felt like... being JFK--

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|Lee - Van -- Ler - JFK|

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Ships Included - Van x JFK

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Van was in his tower, painting. He's been painting for 2 days straight without any sense of sleep. And his friends were outside his tower, looking up at his window

"...Should we... go check on him?" Abe questioned. Gandhi was about to answer before he got punched in the face by Joan as he fell backward. "OW!!" "Van definitely doesn't wanna talk to you." Joan muttered, crossing her arms. "I can, er uh, go check?" JFK suggested "...Sure?" "Why does HE get to fucking do it?!" Joan scoffed in disbelief "I'm the sensible one!" "Yeah, but.. you didn't say it first?" "...That's bull." Joan huffed as JFK snickered. "Watch my, er, chærm haaan-dle dis." JFK fixed his hair before trotting into the tower.

JFK made his way down the hall and to Van's room, seeing about 900 paintings in there. "Ma gawd, Van..." He mumbled as the painter flinched out of surprise of the voice. "Eh?.. JFK?.. What're you doing here?" Van asked, looking over his shoulder. "Jeez, kid, yuo ovaworking yoself ægain?" JFK asked, walking over to the short one. "No! Wel--... possibly? But there's just so much to paint!!" Van explained, putting his hands out in front of him. "DUde... you, er, painted yuor œwn toWea (tower), ain't dat eenoUgHh?" JFK rested his arms on the back of Van's chair, leaning on it and looking down at Van. "No! It ain't!" Van huffed, crossing his arms. "...Vanni... do ya knaur the penaltyyy for ovaworking?" JFK grinned. "....no?" Van raised an eyebrow, his arms falling to his sides, looking up at JFK "Ah.. ya dœn't, eh?" JFK chuckled, moving his hands to hover above the elf's sides, wiggling them teasingly. "Wahait-- wait, noho--" Van squirmed slightly, putting his hands on JFK's wrist. "Ihi'm not even doing anything--" JFK chuckled at the painters reaction. "You gonna stop and hang out with the rest of us, or what?" JFK asked, stopping the wiggles for a moment. "...No." That was the only answer he needed. "If you say so!" JFK then started to wiggle his fingers on Van's sides

"Eek! Eeehehehehehe! J-Jaaahahahahay!!" Van giggled, kicking his feet slightly. "Huh, tick-l-ish one, eh?" The tall one teased, squeezing Van's sides gently, earning a squeal from him. "Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Ahahahahaha!" Van laughed, kicking his feet as he tried to pry JFK's hands away. "Ah ah, nooo esCaping~ ThIs is yuor, er, punISHmeent~" JFK pinned Van's arms above his head, spidering his fingers up and down Van's sides and armpits. "Plehehehehease nohohohohoho!!" Van squeaked, squirming around. "Naur, wot?" "Ihihihihi'm nahahat falling for thahahahat!! *snort*" "Ooh, it snorts, eh?" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" "Dats not nice.." JFK moved his hand down to Van's stomach, gently and lightly poking and squeezing it. "NAHAHAHA-- NOOHHOHOhohoho!! StohohohoHOHOHOHAAHAHAP!!" Van's giggles went up a notch as he tried to pull his arms back down. "Ain't geetin' out-ta dis one, buuuddy~" JFK poked in between the dudes ribs. "NAHA-- PleheheheEEHEHEHEASE!!" He snorted and squeaked, shaking his head from side to side. "Are yuo gon-na stap ovaworking yoself?" JFK asked, stopping for a moment. "Buhut I wanna do mohore--" "Wrong answa!!"

"NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIT-- NO! NONO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! *squeal*" Van INSTANTLY began to laugh and squirm more when JFK squeezed behind his knees. "Stap try-na escApe, it's no usse." JFK chuckled, circling around Van's belly button. "NAHAHA-- NOHOHOHOT MY BUHUHUHUHUTTON!!" "Ooh, nat your buttOn?~ Nyeah, nat yo widdle bwelly bwuttOn?~" JFK teased as Van's face grew redder. "WHY DOHOHOHO YOU TAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAHAT?! *snort*" "I take grate offense to dat!" JFK huffed, blowing a small raspberry on the short ones neck. "BAHAHAHAHAHA-- I-I'M SOHOHOHORRH-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" "Are yous gunna stowp ovaworking yoself?" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are yuos gon-na hang ouwt with us?" "YEHEHEHES-- JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!" JFK then stopped, letting his hands go as Van curled in a ball.

JFK smiled faintly, walking next to him and kneeling down, placing a tiny kiss on Van's cheek. "Cee ya ouwt thare." JFK then got up and walked out of the room. Van huffed and blushed a little "Ehevil bastared..."

❤️End🧡

GOT EM

AHALI😭

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A usual sighting of a conversation between me and @ali-the-weirdo

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GUYSSSS

I'M MAKING A SOUTH PARK CORALINE AUUUU

(I got back in the Fandom recently)

!!ATTENTION!!

My breaks will be on Monday-Friday. I'll be posting fics on Saturday-Sunday. This'll be easier for me. Thank you.

I'm crying rn, actually sobbing my eyes out to the point where I have a headache and tears won't even come out anymore bc of this damn fucking show (Squid Game)

AND @stariez-artz IS JUST BEING STUUUUPPPIIIIDDDDD :(