MucDre Oneshots!

Why Muchina's Dad Hates Andre

"AIM FOR THE NAPE!"

"NO GO FOR THE EYES!"

"WHY DIDN'T THAT WORK?!"

"OH CRAP! RUN PETRA RUN!"

"FREAKING MOVE PETRA!"

"MOVE OR YOU'LL DIEEEE!"

"MOOOOOOOOVE!"

"NOOOO! PETRA!"

"MAN THAT'S BRUTAL!"

"ANNIE YOU TRAITOR I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE!"

The yelling could be heard for miles as two friends watched Attack On Titan.

They were sharing a large bowl of popcorn and staring at the screen in disbelief as the main protagonist was chewed on by the Titan Shifter.

"I bet'cha ten dollars Mikasa saves him." The ginger dared.

"I bet Levi'll beat the crap outta Annie for trying to kill another member of his squad." The blond dared back.

The two turned their heads to eachother.

"Incest shipper."

"Yaoi Shipper."

"It's not incest if Mikasa isn't related to him!"

"It's not Yaoi if Eren has no balls! Jean's way cooler!"

"Why do you even like Horseface Andre?" The girl playfully punched his arm.

"Why is the sky blue, Muchina?" Andre chuckled.

"Hey! That isn't an answer!"

"Yes it is."

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is."

"No it's not!"

"It is!"

"It's not!"

"IS!"

"NOT!"

Andre hugged her with one arm from behind and held her hat over her eyes with the other.

"H-Hey! Let me go!" Muchina protested, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

"Only if you say Jean is the coolest Eren is a nerd!" Andre ordered, tightening his grip.

"Never! Not even with that reference!" Muchina declared.

Andre smirked playfully and put his hand on her hip, still restraining her with the other.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Say iiiiiit!"

"Never!"

"Okay then."

"Wait what are y-"

His fingers on her hip trailed up her side, the smirk on his face unwavering.

Muchina squeezed her eyes tightly and bit her lip to prevent any sound from coming out.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

She wasn't...

She wasn't...

His hand moved upwards and he smiled at the panicked look on her face.

He grinned as he pressed his fingers down.

The instant she felt the slight pressure on her skin, Muchina's composure broke down completely.

"What's this? Is little miss Muchina ticklish?" Chuckled Andre, brushing his fingers against her underarm.

"YES! I AM VERY TICKLISH!"

As soon as that first outburst came out, Andre immediately used all of his fingers to quickly stroke Muchina's side.

"No! Haha! A-Andre... St-stop! HAHAHA! Stop it-"

She lost the ability to form coherent sentences and burst into laughter.

"NOOOAAHH! HAAHAAHAA STAHAHAHP IIIIT!" She laughed and screamed as he continued attacking her with tickles.

"I'm sorry, what was that, Muchina?" He smiled while she laughed.

"I couldn't hear you over your laughing." He grinned, going faster.

"AHAHAHAHAHA ANDREEEEE! PHAHALESE STHAHAHAP!" Muchina begged, her sides aching.

"Only if you say it."

"NAHAHAHAVER!" Muchina laughed uncontrollably.

"Okay then, have it your way." He smirked.

His fingers went down to her hipbone as Muchina gasped for air.

Andre's fingers dug into her ribcage with the right amount of pressure, eliciting reluctant laughs.

"AGAHALRIGHT I'LL SAHAHAY IT!" Muchina shrieked.

Andre smiled and halted his assault, still restraining her.

Muchina gulped in air, about to pass out.

"Jean... Is... T-The c-coolest... Eren is a n-nerd..." She panted.

"Yea he is!" Andre grinned.

"C... Can you l-let me go

n-now...?" Muchina whimpered.

Andre simply smiled and the vice turned into a loose hug.

The door slammed open, an older man, Muchina's father, coming in to see 'some hoodlem' with is daughter who was red-faced and panting, the boy smirking.

"Ahem." He glared.

Muchina squeaked when she heard his voice.

"O-Oto-San..." Muchina stuttered.

"And who is this?" He glared at Andre.

"M-My friend Andre." Muchina gulped.

Andre was oblivious to her peril.

"And why are you letting him man-handle you?" His eyes narrowed.

"I-I'm not, we were messing around, I swear!" Muchina frantically explained.

"Then why is your face Aka and why are you Ikigire?" He glared.

"I was just tickling her, sir. It's fun." Andre grinned.

"Oh? Well last I checked, you're both a bit young for that." His glare pierced through Andre like a hawk's .

"W-Wait, I didn't mean THAT--"
"Get out of my house. Right now."