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Yep, that's right, Karen finally saw enough Friends to want to fanfic it. Not only that, but I have a feeling this is just gonna be the first of many from this series. I mean, there are 6 characters, all who have GREAT chemistry! It's perfect! I'll post this one here as well as on dA, whether I post others from this series here will depend on reception.
Minor spoilers for the sub-plot of The One Where Mr Heckles Dies--nothing groundbreaking or anything x) Read, comment, love, etc! Thanks!
mm/f all over ticklin' ahead!
~K
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Ross grabbed his coffee and plopped down in the chair next to the couch at the Central Perk. He glared at the couch’s occupant-Phoebe was lying on her back, taking up the entire couch, feet over the near arm, reading a book.
Phoebe, the blonde brat who he’d been locked in an “is evolution definite” war over the last three days. She’d spent two full days trying to make him ‘open his mind like, this much’ and admit that there was the smallest possibility that the theory of evolution might not be true. Finally, yesterday, he’d admitted there might be the teeniest, tiniest possibility he could be wrong about it.
Then she’d spent five minutes asking him how he could possibly live with himself after abandoning his principles. The lengths his friends would go to for a prank, he thought to himself.
He had to think of a way to get her back! Then he noticed her flip-flops were barely hanging on her toes, and he grinned. “Hey Phoebe, is that a good book?”
“Mmm,” she replied, clearly too lost in the book to really hear him.
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Trying to be as silent as he could, he scooted to the arm of his own chair and grabbed her ankles in one hand.
That got her attention. “Um, hi!” She said, grinning nervously.
In return, he gave her a grin he usually reserved for Monica. “Hi! So Phoebe, I was just sitting here thinking, ‘how’m I gonna get Phoebs back for taunting me yesterday?’ Then I had a great idea, and I wondered, are you ticklish?”
Phoebe’s eyes got huge and she dropped her book onto her chest, reaching towards him. “Um, no. No I’m not, so you can just, like, let my feet go right n…HEY! Ross, put my shoes back on!”
Ross had flipped her flops casually onto the ground with one hand. “Oho no, I don’t think so. See, I think you’re lying to me.” He ran his fingertips down her soles quickly and lightly, forcing a squeak from her. “And if you’re lying to me, see, I think you should be punished.” He did it again, getting the same response. “Were you lying to me, Phoebs?”
Phoebe squirmed and gasped as he slowly stroked her soles, hiding her face behind her hands. “OK OK Y-yes, I admit it, I’m ticklish! You got me, now l-lemme go!”
Ross grinned wider. He had her! And he was NOT about to let her go this easily. “Oh no, I don’t think so. See, I’m still pretty mad about you tricking me yesterday. I mean, that was a really mean gag! So I think I’m going to sit here and tickle your feet until you apologize. Are you gonna apologize, Phoebs?” He asked, wriggling his fingers in earnest across her soles now. “Or are ya gonna laugh louder and louder until this whole place is staring at ya?”
Phoebe squealed louder, grabbing a pillow to giggle into—but not before sticking her tongue out at him.
Ross’s jaw dropped in faux surprise. “Oh my God, I cannot BELIEVE you just did that! What are you, like, five?”
Phoebe glanced at him from behind the pillow, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. “Too far?”
Ross glared at her. “Well it did kinda hurt my feelings a little bit.”
Phoebe winced. “I’m sorry, it’s just that when I get tickled I sorta, I dunno, regress a little and…AAH! CHEATER! CHEATERCHEATERCHEATER!” Phoebe yelled in surprise as Ross gleefully skittered his nails over her wriggling toes. “NOT MY TOES!”
“I cannot believe you fell for the hurt feelings schtick!” Ross taunted, wriggling his fingertips under her squirming toes. “Everybody always falls for that!”
“OHOHO SCREW YOU ROSS!” Phoebe howled in laughter, resolve worn down by relief.
“Oh, so you’re going to start swearing at me? See, that’s really not a very good idea, because it certainly isn’t going to make me let you go. Anytime now, anybody could come through that door and see me doing this to you…imagine how screwed you’d be if, I dunno say, Joey decided to show up and help me?” He held her feet still, giving her a short break. Unnoticed by
Phoebe, he grinned at a spot right behind her.
Phoebe giggled childishly. “Oh my God I’d be so screwed!”
Suddenly there was somebody crouching down behind her, clearing their throat. “Hiya Phoebs. Are you in a ticklish situation, hm?”
Phoebe shrieked as Joey forcibly leaned her forward, sitting on the couch, and let her down, lying across his lap. “EEK Joey! No! Let my arms go!”
“Mmm, I don’t think so. See, my buddy Ross just invited me to play! What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help him turn you into a giggling pile of jelly?”
Joey asked, grinning widely as he grabbed her arms, trapping them on the other side of his legs. “Oooh lookie here Phoebs! I have a hand free!” He wriggled his fingers at her tauntingly before diving his hand up her shirt sleeve into her armpit.
“NO! AHHAAH NO NO NOT THERE! HELP HIM GET MY FEET, JUST…JUST GHEHEHEH GET AWAY FROM THERE!” Phoebe begged, thrashing as much as she could.
Ross glanced upwards. “Oh, your upper body is worse, hm Phoebe? OK Joe, sit on her wrists for me, that way you’ll have both hands free.” He jumped on the couch, straddling Phoebe’s hips.
Joey quickly did as Ross suggested and in a few seconds poor Phoebes had two guys leering down at her with wicked, teasing grins. “Oh my God you guys, not both at once, please I don’t think I can handle both of you at once like this!” She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to block out the teasing grins—unaware that she was grinning crazily herself!
By now, people were indeed starting at the spectacle on the couch. This wasn’t lost on Joey, who teased, “Aww look at that Phoebs, they’re all watching! Isn’t that cool? You’re like an actress! Just one who doesn’t have any say over what she has to say!” With that, he snuck one hand into each of her armpits, skittering his fingertips quickly and lightly.
“Yeah, one who can’t really say much because she’s laughing too much!” Ross joined in, wriggling his fingertips into her stomach furiously.
“No…I…won’t…laugh…” Phoebe managed to say before bursting out into loud laughter. “OK MAYBE…I WILL…”
“Aww, she thinks she has a choice!” Joey teased. “Hey Ross, I wonder if raspberries would work on her.”
“Well Joey, let’s find out!” Ross grinned, pulling Phoebe’s shirt up to her ribs.
“NO! Oh come on Ross, you…you got your revenge! You can Sto-AAH HAHAHA!” Phoebe shrieked in laughter and arched her back as Ross blew raspberry after raspberry over her bare stomach.
“Oh look, her bellybutton’s REALLY ticklish!” Ross grinned and stuck his fingertip in, wriggling it furiously.
“Whoa there! She’s gonna get away from me!” Joey laughed, nearly falling off of her. To ‘steady’ himself, he put his hands on her ribs—of course, while they were there, why not goose and wriggle? Phoebe went nuts, shaking as hard as she could. But with two strong guys sitting on her, she wasn’t anywhere near getting away that way.
“OK YOU WIN! I GIVE, I’M SAHAHARRY!”
They both stopped. “What was that?” Ross asked, grinning widely.
Phoebe took a few deep breaths in. “I s-said I’m s-sorry for tricking you before! I mean, yeah I think it was funny, but I’m still sorry ok? You can stop now right?”
Joey and Ross glanced at each other. After a second, they both broke out into laughter.
“She really thinks we’re gonna stop doesn’t she!” Joey grinned.
“Poor, poor, naive, innocent Phoebe.” Ross said in a mock grave voice. “I guess growing up with just a twin, no older siblings, she didn’t really learn.”
Joey nodded, trying to match Ross’ mock seriousness and failing badly. “Oh, oh yeah, she probably never got tickle-bullied like that. I suppose it’s our job to teach her about how people don’t just –stop- tickling because you begged out. Right?”
Ross nodded, his mask of seriousness starting to crack. “It’s our job as her friends.”
“I HATE YOU BOTH!” Phoebe wailed, not even remotely trying to hide her huge grin. That was all she had time to say, because both men began their attacks anew. Grinning widely now, both Ross and Joey began teasing her mercilessly.
“Tickle tickle tickle” Ross said as he wriggled his fingertip back in her bellybutton.
“Kootchy koo!” Joey said in his best baby voice as his fingertips dug into her pits.
“Poor ba-byy!” Ross grinned, digging into her ribs.
“Wow, she’s really goin’ nuts!” Joey laughed as he scratched her sides.
Phoebe didn’t say much—she was laughing silently, body finally going limp, unable to fight back anymore. This wasn’t even slowing her attackers down!
After what seemed like forever, they stopped. Phoebe glanced up-Chandler,
Rachel, and Monica had gathered around the couch, every one of them grinning.
“Phoebe, whatever you did, tell me so I –don’t- do it.” Rachel said.
“Though I can’t believe this is the way this is going.” Monica said, grinning right at Ross.
He glared back, slipping off Phoebe and into his chair. “Mon, don’t, you, dare.”
As Joey helped Phoebe back into a sitting position and hugged her, Monica went on. “Oh what, he didn’t tell you that he’s SUPER ticklish? Like, desperately, screamingly ticklish?”
Everyone laughed. “No, no he didn’t! Thanks Mon, now I know what to do next time I see HIS feet lying around!” Phoebe said happily, grinning right at Ross.
“DAMMIT MONICA! She’s as bad as me! SUPER ticklish! And she’s a screamer!”
“I am not a screamer!” Monica exclaimed, her jaw dropped.
Rachel, who was sitting on the side of Chandler’s chair, glanced over at him.
“Do you think this is gonna be a thing now?
“I sure hope not, I get flustered as hell if anybody so much as –thinks- about tickling me. Though I wouldn’t mind being on the giving end of it.”
Chandler grinned menacingly at Rachel.
Rachel decided to sit on the end of the coffee table.
THE END…?
Minor spoilers for the sub-plot of The One Where Mr Heckles Dies--nothing groundbreaking or anything x) Read, comment, love, etc! Thanks!
mm/f all over ticklin' ahead!
~K
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Ross grabbed his coffee and plopped down in the chair next to the couch at the Central Perk. He glared at the couch’s occupant-Phoebe was lying on her back, taking up the entire couch, feet over the near arm, reading a book.
Phoebe, the blonde brat who he’d been locked in an “is evolution definite” war over the last three days. She’d spent two full days trying to make him ‘open his mind like, this much’ and admit that there was the smallest possibility that the theory of evolution might not be true. Finally, yesterday, he’d admitted there might be the teeniest, tiniest possibility he could be wrong about it.
Then she’d spent five minutes asking him how he could possibly live with himself after abandoning his principles. The lengths his friends would go to for a prank, he thought to himself.
He had to think of a way to get her back! Then he noticed her flip-flops were barely hanging on her toes, and he grinned. “Hey Phoebe, is that a good book?”
“Mmm,” she replied, clearly too lost in the book to really hear him.
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Trying to be as silent as he could, he scooted to the arm of his own chair and grabbed her ankles in one hand.
That got her attention. “Um, hi!” She said, grinning nervously.
In return, he gave her a grin he usually reserved for Monica. “Hi! So Phoebe, I was just sitting here thinking, ‘how’m I gonna get Phoebs back for taunting me yesterday?’ Then I had a great idea, and I wondered, are you ticklish?”
Phoebe’s eyes got huge and she dropped her book onto her chest, reaching towards him. “Um, no. No I’m not, so you can just, like, let my feet go right n…HEY! Ross, put my shoes back on!”
Ross had flipped her flops casually onto the ground with one hand. “Oho no, I don’t think so. See, I think you’re lying to me.” He ran his fingertips down her soles quickly and lightly, forcing a squeak from her. “And if you’re lying to me, see, I think you should be punished.” He did it again, getting the same response. “Were you lying to me, Phoebs?”
Phoebe squirmed and gasped as he slowly stroked her soles, hiding her face behind her hands. “OK OK Y-yes, I admit it, I’m ticklish! You got me, now l-lemme go!”
Ross grinned wider. He had her! And he was NOT about to let her go this easily. “Oh no, I don’t think so. See, I’m still pretty mad about you tricking me yesterday. I mean, that was a really mean gag! So I think I’m going to sit here and tickle your feet until you apologize. Are you gonna apologize, Phoebs?” He asked, wriggling his fingers in earnest across her soles now. “Or are ya gonna laugh louder and louder until this whole place is staring at ya?”
Phoebe squealed louder, grabbing a pillow to giggle into—but not before sticking her tongue out at him.
Ross’s jaw dropped in faux surprise. “Oh my God, I cannot BELIEVE you just did that! What are you, like, five?”
Phoebe glanced at him from behind the pillow, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. “Too far?”
Ross glared at her. “Well it did kinda hurt my feelings a little bit.”
Phoebe winced. “I’m sorry, it’s just that when I get tickled I sorta, I dunno, regress a little and…AAH! CHEATER! CHEATERCHEATERCHEATER!” Phoebe yelled in surprise as Ross gleefully skittered his nails over her wriggling toes. “NOT MY TOES!”
“I cannot believe you fell for the hurt feelings schtick!” Ross taunted, wriggling his fingertips under her squirming toes. “Everybody always falls for that!”
“OHOHO SCREW YOU ROSS!” Phoebe howled in laughter, resolve worn down by relief.
“Oh, so you’re going to start swearing at me? See, that’s really not a very good idea, because it certainly isn’t going to make me let you go. Anytime now, anybody could come through that door and see me doing this to you…imagine how screwed you’d be if, I dunno say, Joey decided to show up and help me?” He held her feet still, giving her a short break. Unnoticed by
Phoebe, he grinned at a spot right behind her.
Phoebe giggled childishly. “Oh my God I’d be so screwed!”
Suddenly there was somebody crouching down behind her, clearing their throat. “Hiya Phoebs. Are you in a ticklish situation, hm?”
Phoebe shrieked as Joey forcibly leaned her forward, sitting on the couch, and let her down, lying across his lap. “EEK Joey! No! Let my arms go!”
“Mmm, I don’t think so. See, my buddy Ross just invited me to play! What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help him turn you into a giggling pile of jelly?”
Joey asked, grinning widely as he grabbed her arms, trapping them on the other side of his legs. “Oooh lookie here Phoebs! I have a hand free!” He wriggled his fingers at her tauntingly before diving his hand up her shirt sleeve into her armpit.
“NO! AHHAAH NO NO NOT THERE! HELP HIM GET MY FEET, JUST…JUST GHEHEHEH GET AWAY FROM THERE!” Phoebe begged, thrashing as much as she could.
Ross glanced upwards. “Oh, your upper body is worse, hm Phoebe? OK Joe, sit on her wrists for me, that way you’ll have both hands free.” He jumped on the couch, straddling Phoebe’s hips.
Joey quickly did as Ross suggested and in a few seconds poor Phoebes had two guys leering down at her with wicked, teasing grins. “Oh my God you guys, not both at once, please I don’t think I can handle both of you at once like this!” She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to block out the teasing grins—unaware that she was grinning crazily herself!
By now, people were indeed starting at the spectacle on the couch. This wasn’t lost on Joey, who teased, “Aww look at that Phoebs, they’re all watching! Isn’t that cool? You’re like an actress! Just one who doesn’t have any say over what she has to say!” With that, he snuck one hand into each of her armpits, skittering his fingertips quickly and lightly.
“Yeah, one who can’t really say much because she’s laughing too much!” Ross joined in, wriggling his fingertips into her stomach furiously.
“No…I…won’t…laugh…” Phoebe managed to say before bursting out into loud laughter. “OK MAYBE…I WILL…”
“Aww, she thinks she has a choice!” Joey teased. “Hey Ross, I wonder if raspberries would work on her.”
“Well Joey, let’s find out!” Ross grinned, pulling Phoebe’s shirt up to her ribs.
“NO! Oh come on Ross, you…you got your revenge! You can Sto-AAH HAHAHA!” Phoebe shrieked in laughter and arched her back as Ross blew raspberry after raspberry over her bare stomach.
“Oh look, her bellybutton’s REALLY ticklish!” Ross grinned and stuck his fingertip in, wriggling it furiously.
“Whoa there! She’s gonna get away from me!” Joey laughed, nearly falling off of her. To ‘steady’ himself, he put his hands on her ribs—of course, while they were there, why not goose and wriggle? Phoebe went nuts, shaking as hard as she could. But with two strong guys sitting on her, she wasn’t anywhere near getting away that way.
“OK YOU WIN! I GIVE, I’M SAHAHARRY!”
They both stopped. “What was that?” Ross asked, grinning widely.
Phoebe took a few deep breaths in. “I s-said I’m s-sorry for tricking you before! I mean, yeah I think it was funny, but I’m still sorry ok? You can stop now right?”
Joey and Ross glanced at each other. After a second, they both broke out into laughter.
“She really thinks we’re gonna stop doesn’t she!” Joey grinned.
“Poor, poor, naive, innocent Phoebe.” Ross said in a mock grave voice. “I guess growing up with just a twin, no older siblings, she didn’t really learn.”
Joey nodded, trying to match Ross’ mock seriousness and failing badly. “Oh, oh yeah, she probably never got tickle-bullied like that. I suppose it’s our job to teach her about how people don’t just –stop- tickling because you begged out. Right?”
Ross nodded, his mask of seriousness starting to crack. “It’s our job as her friends.”
“I HATE YOU BOTH!” Phoebe wailed, not even remotely trying to hide her huge grin. That was all she had time to say, because both men began their attacks anew. Grinning widely now, both Ross and Joey began teasing her mercilessly.
“Tickle tickle tickle” Ross said as he wriggled his fingertip back in her bellybutton.
“Kootchy koo!” Joey said in his best baby voice as his fingertips dug into her pits.
“Poor ba-byy!” Ross grinned, digging into her ribs.
“Wow, she’s really goin’ nuts!” Joey laughed as he scratched her sides.
Phoebe didn’t say much—she was laughing silently, body finally going limp, unable to fight back anymore. This wasn’t even slowing her attackers down!
After what seemed like forever, they stopped. Phoebe glanced up-Chandler,
Rachel, and Monica had gathered around the couch, every one of them grinning.
“Phoebe, whatever you did, tell me so I –don’t- do it.” Rachel said.
“Though I can’t believe this is the way this is going.” Monica said, grinning right at Ross.
He glared back, slipping off Phoebe and into his chair. “Mon, don’t, you, dare.”
As Joey helped Phoebe back into a sitting position and hugged her, Monica went on. “Oh what, he didn’t tell you that he’s SUPER ticklish? Like, desperately, screamingly ticklish?”
Everyone laughed. “No, no he didn’t! Thanks Mon, now I know what to do next time I see HIS feet lying around!” Phoebe said happily, grinning right at Ross.
“DAMMIT MONICA! She’s as bad as me! SUPER ticklish! And she’s a screamer!”
“I am not a screamer!” Monica exclaimed, her jaw dropped.
Rachel, who was sitting on the side of Chandler’s chair, glanced over at him.
“Do you think this is gonna be a thing now?
“I sure hope not, I get flustered as hell if anybody so much as –thinks- about tickling me. Though I wouldn’t mind being on the giving end of it.”
Chandler grinned menacingly at Rachel.
Rachel decided to sit on the end of the coffee table.
THE END…?
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