"Chucky, did you break another dish!?"

Andrew Barclay, mostly addressed as Andy, has come home to find the kitchen splattered with porcelain and glass, most likely caused by his redhead companion. Ever since Chucky got into football, his anger would be risen every time his team, the Cowboys, lost... And this happens at least once or twice a month, which means at least three plates for him to clean and replace, if he was was not that day.

"They lost Andy!" Chucky complained, "They lost to those shitheads again!"

"That doesn't mean you have to throw the poor plates on the kitchen floor!" Andy countered.

Chucky responded with a small pfft and walked out of the kitchen. That's when Andy realized something.

"Can you atleast help me clean up your mess?"Andy asked, but too demanding to be considered such.

You could hear an irritated sigh before tiny footsteps began making their way toward the kitchen, and a very angry freckled smol to go along with them.

"But!" Chucky droned out."The game is about to start!"

"I don't care, you're still helping me, even if you miss the whole damn thing."

With a look of annoyance, he slowly started to pick up the pieces of the porcelain plates, or, what was left of them, anyway. Andy hated seeing the doll sad, or anything but happy, content, or elated, so he brewed a plan in his head. Chucky was picking up the last big piece of plate when Andy slowly snuck up behind him. By the time he saw the grown man's shadow and whipped around, it was too late. Andy pounced on Chucky, causing him to yelp. He then started to tickle the doll.

"S-stop!" Chucky cried."I can't breathe!"

But Andy didn't stop there, oh no, not yet. He blew raspberries on Chucky's stomach, the doll trying not to laugh.

"You promise you'll stop being a fireball?"

"Nooooo!"The redhead guffaws. "Never!"

"Ok, I see how it is!"

Andy then throws off Chucky's shoes and, with the grace of a darn sasquatch, tickle-attacks his sides. Being his most ticklish spot, he eventually gave in.

"Fine!" Chucky said in between gasps. "I'll stop."

"Good."

The brunette walks back over to the kitchen to put the glass in the trash and make him and the small doll sandwiches, but before he could make it he was shoved toward the wall near the stairs.

"Andy, Andy, Andy I didn't have my turn.~" Chucky said with a smirk.

Andy gulped. Chucky knew he was ticklish.

"Now Ch-Chuck d-don't be so hasty..." Andy stuttered, backing into the wall.

Chucky's smooth chuckle could be heard before he tackled Andy and attacked his stomach. Now, if you leaned in through the wall, you could hear a few kisses being shared.

A/N: That was my first try at a one shot. I would like to thank the wonderful kairismatic for the suggestion to do this! Helpful criticism is nice, but please don't be mean, it took me 2 weeks to do this... Don't hate please.

SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG

SWAG

bye my CAndy Wrappers!