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hi!! 21 / she/they/he :) sfw only t-word blog, no nsfw please

[fluffleetoast]

hello!!

welcome to my blog!! thank you for stopping by! :) i'm toast, i'm 21, an aroace lesbian, and i like to write cute and fluffy tickle fics and headcanons! <3

i'm into a lot of different random things but here are my current top obsessions:

Deltarune

Animal Crossing

FNaF Movie

Smiling Friends

Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Peacemaker

Project Hail Mary

feel free to send any asks or requests but please know that i am very inconsistent with my schedule and i cannot promise anything :( i don't post often and i mostly only currently write whenever i get the idea for a fic, which is very rare :(

Masterlist (updated 4-27-26):

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[fluffleetoast]

hellooo it’s aceoftickles feel free to ignore this cause i know you’ve been inactive lately, but i want to ask since you’ve seen the film—should I watch Lars and the real girl?? looks promising and i liked the trailer :0

omg HI LENNY!! i’m so sorry for the inactivity lately i need to catch up on everything ive been so busy with school and work 😭 im coming back soon i promise! there’s so much phm content to catch up on omg… we are being WELL fed

omg YES!! i totally recommend Lars and the Real Girl!! it’s such a sweet, cute movie i enjoyed it way more than i thought i would ❤️ it’s adorable i think you’ll love it <3

thank you sm for the ask!! miss you guys! 💕

[cocoa-critter]

Loosen Up!

Long after the rest of the Hail Mary team has gone to sleep, Atratt and Grace find themselves unable to sleep, wired, tired, and in need of distraction from the stress of the most important mission in history. For however brief a time.

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Lee!Stratt, Ler!Grace, and vice versa.

PLATONIC. Don’t pmo.

This ended up a little more Lee!grace heavy….. sigh…. Whatever I wrote this like minutes after getting home from the fourth time watching the movie- it was late, gimme a break.

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The fear of open water is known as thalassophobia. I learned that from one of the captains of the aircraft carrier a while back.

It was never something I really knew I had, considering I rarely ever found myself in situations where I’d be so far out on an ocean, that no land could be seen in any direction.

Despite the fear, the upper deck of the carrier was one of the few places I could go to catch my breath, collect my thoughts, and enjoy some silence.

I’ve been there most of the evening. Honestly, I completely lost track of time. I had only come back to my senses as I noticed the last glimmer of our dying sun had long since dipped below the horizon

How long has I been standing here in the dark..?

My watch promptly told me that I’d been there a while. It was well past midnight.

In any case, I absolutely was not interested in being on the deck with a pitch black sky, and endless void ocean coming to meet it right in the middle. I stood, took a breath of the cool, salty air, and started for the lower deck of the vessel.

I passed a few clocks on the walls on my way down the long corridor, each of them, seeming nearly to scream at me that it was, in fact, WAY too late for me to be wandering around. I ignored them all, as I pushed my way into the crew lounge, standing for a moment in the doorway, enjoying the rare, and absolute silence.

I make my way over to the bar, planting my hands on the counter as I look out over the array of weirdly shaped bottles along the wall. It’d would be really sad for me to drink alone at this hour…

Good thing I don’t drink.

Behind the counter, there’s also a fountain drink dispenser. The kind you’d see at a fast food restaurant. I grab myself a cup, and nudge it against the metal lever that dispenses sprite.

I set the drink down on the counter as if I were serving someone else. “Here you are.” I mutter before walking back around, and taking a seat on one of the barstools.

“Why thank you” I reply to myself, taking a sip of the sprite.

I spend a few long moments staring into the cup, watching bubbles of carbonation form, float to the surface, and burst. The silence is peaceful.

No more than a minute later, I hear the door to the lounge open. I jolt, spinning around to see Stratt walking in, eyes glued to her phone.

I stiffen up my posture. Of all people?! Really, Stratt?!

“Oh- h-hello- Sorry, I hope I didn’t disturb you. I know lights out was hours ago-“ I say, unsure of how I should be acting, deciding in ultra-polite and proper.

Stratt raised a hand, giving me a nod as if to say “no need for that.”

I relaxed, slouching back over my cup on the bar table, resting my cheek on my hand.

Stratt took the chair beside me, sitting so that her back faced the bar, her gaze toward the rest of the empty lounge. We sat in understood, peaceful silence for a few moments.

“You are up late, Dr. Grace.“

“Yeah… lost track of time. A little stressed, and can’t sleep.“

“ me neither. Most nights I can’t.”

“… I’m… Sorry to hear that.”

“Hm.”

Stratt hummed in reply.

“A bit late for drinking, no?”

I smile awkwardly, lifting my cup, tilting it towards her. “Oh, no… It’s just sprite. Never been much of a drinker. Want some?“ …What a dumb question.

Stratt huffed. The closest thing I’d ever seen to a laugh out of that woman. To my surprise, she took the cup from me, peering into it for a few seconds.

“It’s not… It’s not poisoned, if you’re worried about that.”

“ I know, you just drank from it yourself. Habit, I suppose.”

That worried me for some reason, but maybe that’s something we can unpack another time.

Stratt took a long sip of my sprite, cringing as she did.

“What?!” I chuckle, tilting my head.

“Why is it so sweet? Is this how all American soda is?” She set the cup back in front of me.

I snort, picking it up myself. “Yeah, pretty much. You know if you want a reliable fuel source, maybe you should give Mountain Dew a try. Untapped potential right there. A liter of that battery acid could probably power a space station for a year..” I say with a smile.

Stratt hums again in reply, but her gaze drifts. I follow her eyeline to on a world map tacked onto the wall on the other side of the lounge. I think I’ve lost her.

I spin around on my barstool so that we’re both facing the same way.

“What’s up?” I soften my voice, slouching down to meet her gaze.

A long, heavy silence passes.

“ You know of Atlas, yes? The… figure. Not the map.”

I raise an eyebrow. A little random. Definitely didn’t expect mythology of all topics, but I humor her anyway. “Yeah, the guy that holds the Earth on his shoulders. The Greek titan.”

“ Yes, the carrier of the Earth and the heavens.” She pauses, looking over to me with just about the most exhausted pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. “It is hellish work, truly. To carry all that is, was, and will be on one’s own shoulders.”

I can see where this is going. I sigh, steepling my fingers under my chin, resting my elbows on my knees.

“ I bet you feel a lot like him right now, huh? I mean, from the outside, looking in, I’ve got to admit, the whole ‘ I can make any country do whatever I want as long as it’s to save the world’ does look pretty cool, but… It is a lot to ask of one person.”

Silence falls between us again.

“But for what it’s worth, what you’re doing, is something no one else on this planet could pull off. And I think that’s something to be proud of, y’know? You’re badass. Overworked, but badass.”

I hesitantly put my Hand on Stratt’s shoulder.

“And more importantly, you don’t have to carry the world by yourself. I mean- you’ve got an entire team here on the ship to support you. You’ve got allies all over the world all sharing the same goal.”

I pause.

“You have me.”

I smile, swueezing her shoulder gently, and pushing her playfully to the side.

“If I can give my honest advice, if you want to lessen the pressure you feel that’s suffocating you, you’ve gotta learn to rely on others to share the burden with you.”

Since when was I an on-board therapist? Wish I could give myself that kind of advice.

Stratt is quiet for a while, and I let go of her shoulder. Her posture loosened a little bit, and I couldn’t quite tell if she was glad I moved my hand, or disappointed.

“Thank you, Dr. Grace. For the advice.” Her response was distant, her focused had dropped from the map, to the floor, but I could tell she internalized my words, which made me happy.



“Can I get you a drink? A soft drink- it is… really late.”

“I shouldn’t. Far too much sugar for this hour.”

“What’re you tryin’ to say?” I raise my arms in mock defense.

She looks over at me, giving me a once over, before looking forward again.

“Not a problem for you. You need the calories.”

She mutters the last part to herself as I stand up to pour her a sprite.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

I chuckle, returning to my seat, handing her the cup. She nods in thanks, taking a sip

“For your information, I’m not that skinny. I’m just tall. More room for-“ I gesture to myself “distribution.”

Stratt chuckles quietly, looking to the side. I beam, leaning forward to get a look at her face.

“Did you just laugh?! Did I just make Eva Stratt laugh?!” I smile wide. Stratt waves me off, shaking her head, but I know what I saw.

She raises her cup to cover her mouth, clearly embarrassed by the attention, but I didn’t care.

“It’s the sugar in your damned soda.” She mutters into the styrofoam.

“Ha! That’s a myth! Sucrose does NOT cause hyperactivity, thats a lie peddled by health conscious parents. Don’t get into a fun fact fight with a middle school science teacher. It’s a fight you will ALWAYS lose.” I grin, annunciating my point with a gentle jab to Stratt’s ribs with my elbow, to which she jerks away.

I straighten up, the smile dropping from my face. That was a pretty strong reflex. Did I hurt her-?

“Woah-! Sorry, sorry- did that hurt?” My eyebrows knit together as I awaited a reply

She shook her head with a thin smile that I could only see when her hair moved out of the way. A smile?

Why is she still smiling? Why did she flinch so hard?! What should I be apologizing for, if anything?! I- …ohhhhh.

I regain the smile on my face, gently nudging her in the ribs again, this time earning a quiet gasp of surprise in addition to the same jolt from before.

And she’s still smiling.

“Stratt. Are you ticklish?” I can’t hold back a laugh, as I fold my arms, leaning back against the bar. As fascinating as the information was, I didn’t want to push it.

“Most everyone is. Why is that shocking?” She indirectly answers the question, but I still get my answer.

“Mmm, 77% of the population. Majority, but not ‘most everyone.’” I say with a shrug. Stratt throws me a confused look.

“Fun facts. Full of ‘em.” I smile. “Anyway it’s shocking because you don’t seem like you’d be in that majority.” I say, taking another drink of my sprite.

“And you seem like you are part of the majority.” I choke on my drink. She says it just as coldly as she says everything else, but it still catches me wildly off guard.

“W-what?” I feel my ears and neck burning, and I can only imagine my face is just as red.

“Am I wrong?”

“What makes you think I’m in the majORITY- hehey!” She pokes me hard in the side. I rub the area with my hand. Her nails are sharp.

“It appears I’m correct.” She says. I laugh incredulously, shaking my head.

“You know what?” I reach over, grabbing her around the shoulders, pulling her toward me like you would if you were about to give your little sibling a noogie, but instead, with my other hand, I gently claw at Stratt’s side. I leave plenty of slack for her wo wriggle free if she wants to, but she doesn’t.

I’ve never heard Stratt laugh before, aside from the occasional, polite, heavy huffs, so I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Apparently, she hiccups?

“Dit is dwaas-!” She barks out between hiccuping laughter.

“I don’t speak Dutch, Stratt.” I chuckle, continuing to scratch at her side. She leans further into my chest as she loses her grip on her own stool. I chuckle, scooting us both over so that she can regain a point of contact with her barstool. All the while, I don’t let up, making a rigid claw tith my hand, and vibrating it against her ribs.

“If you wanna say something, unfortunately you’ve gotta say it in English for the stupid monoglot can understand.” I chuckle.

Stratt hiccups, grabbing my hand with a solid grip. “Enohohough!” She struggles to get the word out.

At the signal, I release her, sitting up, with my hands beside my head in a surrender position. I feel a slight burn in my wrist. Stratt points to the same place. “Apologies.” She says, straightening her cardigan.

I look to my arm, and there are two, short, cat-like scratch marks in my arm, apparently where Stratt’s nails had caught me. I shrug.

“No big deal. No worse than a cat scr-AH-! Oof-! Jesus, Eva-!” I cough out as Stratt took my momentary distraction to body slam me to the floor with a hollow thud. I looked up at the woman, frankly terrified.

“Stratt.” She corrected me firmly as she loomed over me, blocking the ceiling light like a storm cloud. My face twisted from pain, to confusion.

“Hang on- you call me Ryland sometimes, why can’t I call you Eva?” I squint at her. Not out of intrigue- my glasses flew off in the fall, and I couldn’t make out any part of her aside from a silhouette.

She doesn’t reply, delivering a sharp jab to my stomach. I gasp and kick a leg out. It’s only now I notice that Stratt has me effectively pinned to the lounge floor, knelt over me like a wolf over fresh kill.

“OKAHAY-! Ok- Stratt it is.” I sputter out.

“This is a very important mission, Dr Grace. It is important that mutual respect and decorum are maintained. That includes titles.”

I scoff. “Don’t give me mission talk right now! I’m on the floor of a bar right now, this isn’t decorum!” I protest. Stratt rolls her eyes - I think, I still can’t really see - and descends a hand to my left side. I shriek, thrashing like a beached fish as her deft, sharp fingers prod and poke at my ribcage.

“AHAHA-! OW- OW-! H-HAHA JEEZ YOUR NAILS ARE SHARP. MMMPH-!” She stops, slapping both hands over my mouth.

“It’s two in the morning, be quieter.” She scolds.

“I can’t help it!” I hiss back once she releases my mouth.

With both her hands over my mouth, she had left my hands unguarded. Now was my chance to gain the upper hand.

In a very uncoordinated move, I launched my arms forward, using the momentum to sit myself up, catching Stratt’s arms before she could once again capture mine. She matches my speed, mirroring my movements.

We had each other by the elbows, pushing one against the other like a reverse tug-of-war. I gritted my teeth as I struggled against her. This lady was strong. I met her gaze, only for a moment, catching a flicker if fire I hadn’t seen from her before. She was enjoying this, damnit! At my expense!

In a split second, Stratt threw my arms to the side, knocking off my center of gravity, and sending me tumbling back to the floor, this time rolled into my stomach. She grabbed my right arm, folding it across my back, and with her free hand, she rakes her claws along my back. Thankfully, the thick yarn of my cardigan dampened most of the feeling, but not enough.

“AUGH-! HahA- OWWW.” I tried to move, but with every twitch, pivot, or lean, my arm bent a little further in the wrong direction.

“Don’t be a baby, Dr Grace.”

Why is Stratt of all people so good at play-fighting?! Does she have brothers? No matter. I endure just about as much as I can, until I feel a cold hand slip down the back of my collar, landing on my neck.

I gasp sharply. “NO. NO. NO NO NO STRATT, PLEASE, I- I’M SORRY.” I plead, my entire body tensing up. I can feel my heart beating against the floor. She seems to pause and consider for a moment, but goes on anyway.

Five, nimble fingers scratch gently along the back of my neck, and I shout. And I mean howl.

“NAHAHAHAHAAA-!! STRAHHATT-! HOLY HELL, STOHOHOP!” My voice breaks as I cackle, legs kicking furiously behind me, as I try to keep my torso still, for fear of dislocating my arm.

She squeezes a few times, just for the hell of it, and I give out. I slam my free hand on the ground much more than three times.

“ALRIHIHIGHT. OKAY. PLEASE, STOP. UNCLE. UHUHUNCLE.” My voice comes out as more of a whine.

“Uncle?” She asks

“IT MEANS STOP. GET OHOHOFF.”

Finally, she lets up. She releases my arm, and unstraddles me, standing up beside me. I curl in on myself, catching my breath for a moment, rubbing the back of my neck, before slowly rolling over, and pushing myself up off the ground.

I plop back down into my barstool, looking at Stratt like a kicked puppy.

“What was that for?! I only tickled you for like a minute!” I complain.

“One minute and thirty-six seconds. I multiplied your time by five.”

“Why?!”

“That’s how I used to play with my brothers. Habit.”

“I knew it. I knew you had sibling. No only child fights like that.” I murmur.

“Thank you.”

“For what-?”

“The distraction. I needed it.”

I smile, despite my exhaustion. “Oh- yeah. Anytime. W-well please don’t- please don’t do that all the time, but I’m happy to be a distraction when you need it.” I offer an awkward thumbs up. “It’s good to loosen up every once in a while. Especially under pressure like this.” I say.

“…But can I please ask that you don’t tell the team about this? I- I mean I doubt they’d make a big deal about it, but I just KNOW ilyukhina would-”Stratt lifts a hand.

“Consider it confidential.”

Stratt smiles softly, nodding. She makes her way behind the bar, gathering out cups, and filling them this time with water. She hands me one.

“Go to sleep, Dr Grace. Hopefully you find it easier to fall asleep now. We have much to do in the morning.” She says to me as I take my cup.

“Yea. I think I will.” I stand up, my cardigan hanging off of one shoulder. Stratt reaches towards my chest, and I flinch sharply, backing into the counter, nearly spilling my water. She pauses, breaking into a stream of quiet hiccupy laughter.

“Relax, Dr.” She turns her hand up, shaking my glasses in front of me, and shoving them into the breast pocket of my shirt. I flush.

“Oh. Right… thank you.” I smile awkwardly, patting the pocket, and starting for the door.

“G’night, Dr Colonel Lieutenant Major Madam Stratt.”

“…What?”

“You said titles were important!”

She rolls her eyes, nodding and waving.

“Goodnight, Dr Grace.”

[as-the-crows-feather-falls]

I’m knee deep in finals hell so some Grace and Rocky ticklescoveries for the soul

[fluffleetoast]

HELLO GUYS!! sorry for the inactivity lately, school and work have been rough! i hope everyone is doing well! apologies for the incoming like/repost spam lol

[cocoa-critter]

Bakin’ Biscuits

Rocky is allowed on the bed to supervise Grace while he sleeps, which is closer than he’s ever been. With the new proximity comes a new Eridian habit that Grace hasn’t yet encountered.

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Lee!Grace Ler!Roccky

Two un one weekend guys get hype.

Another long-ish one, first person,yada yada, no warnings.

Might write some angst soon tgo… so enjoy the happy vibes for nowsies

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“Rocky!” I shout through the house, standing still for a moment, listening for clunky scuttling, or a chirp of acknowledgement. Nothing.

I groan, cupping my hands around my mouth, calling again. “Hey! Rock, where are you?!” The house in the biodome isn’t all that large, and Rocky supposedly has darn near supersonic hearing. So either he’s asleep, or he’s ignoring me.

I yawn, sleep and fatigue pulling heavily on my eyes. I had spent the entire day finalizing my curriculum for my Eridian students’ next unit on ‘The Foundations of Earth Chemistry”, and I was absolutely exhausted.

Building curriculum is already hard enough without he curveball of teaching the material to creatures who don’t even know what or where Earth is. But my students are eager learners, so I don’t mind the hurdles. They give me purpose, I give them effort.

Point is, I’d had a long day, and I needed sleep. But God forbid I fall asleep without my Eridian watchdog… I’d get an earful about it the minute I wake up. “Rocky! Come on, bud, where are- oof-!”

I stumble into the small living room, nearly losing my balance as I trip over a very familiar road block.

“Rocky! Jeez- what’re you doing in the middle of the floor-? Didn’t you hear me calling you?” I ask, plopping down on the edge of the couch.

“Yes. Ignore you.”

Oh good, so he just tunes me out. Awesome.

“Why? What if it were urgent?” I throw my hands up in exasperation.

“Not urgent. You would talk faster if urgent”

Well he’s got me there. I do become pretty frantic under pressure, which he’d know better than most.

As I look down at Rocky, I see that he’s got his laptop open.

“Whatcha readin’ there?”

I crane my me k down to see that he’s clicking through what looks to be a PDF document about… clouds-? Weather, maybe?

“Rocky do research on clouds and atmosphere on earth.”

I tilt my head. “why? Sudden interest in meteorology?” I chuckle

“Study clouds and atmosphere in order to improve biodome. More weather, even rain.” He turns around to face me.

I pause for a moment, confusion softening into appreciation. “You- want to improve the biodome by adding weather? That’s- that’s really sweet, Rocky, but that seems like a lot of extra trouble-“

“Give Grace weather to make Grace feel more at home.” Rocky shimmied in place, chirping proudly. I smiled softly, tears burning the corners of my eyes.

“Well thank you, Rocky, I really appreciate that.” I say, my voice much shakier than I expected. I reached a hand out, patting the top of his xenonite suit.

The Eridian have already been beyond accommodating for me since I arrived. The biodome alone is plenty, let alone having the privilege of teaching the little ones, or Pebbles, as I’ve come to call them. But now Rocky wants to go the extra mile and make sure everything is as true to home as possible? Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, but I’ve never felt more appreciated in my life.

“Leaky. Why leaky, question?” Rocky asked, taking a step closer.

“Oh nothing, nothing. Just emotional. And exhausted. Humans tend to be a little more sensitive when we’re tired.”

“Then sleep.”

“I was planning on it! But you wouldn’t respond to me when I was calling you to come supervise!”

I threw my arms up as I spoke, using the opportunity to wipe my eyes.

“Apology. Apology. Go sleep now?”

“Yes. Let’s. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. We can chat all about earth meteorology tomorrow after class.” I say, hoisting myself up off the couch with a groan.

———

I folded my glasses, setting them on the neighboring pillow, lying back in bed. The room was peaceful, quiet, and cool. The artificial moonlight streaming in through the tall, hexagonal windows felt no less real or comforting than the real deal. Finally, sleep was within reach.

“Grace, question?”

I really have to change the volume on that translator one of these days.

“Yes, Rocky.” I mutter, eyes still closed.

“Rocky cannot see Grace from floor.”

“Then get on your chair.”

“Grace move chair into office. Office locked.”

I sigh loudly. He’s right. I moved his usual observation chair into my office earlier as an extra surface to stack my papers on. Drat.

“Well I’m sorry, buddy. You’re just gonna have to be on the floor tonight. I’m too tired to go get your chair right now.”

“Sad sad.” Rocky said with a disappointed trill

I did feel terrible. And he looked a little pathetic sitting there on the floor by the bed… oh what the heck.

“Okay. Come on Rocky. You can sit on the bed.” I concede, patting the quilt beside me.

“Happy! Happy!” Rocky immediately sprang up, scuttling in place before climbing a bit clumsily onto the bed, parking himself right beside my chest.

“Hello Grace.”

“Hi, bud. Are you gonna be quiet and let me sleep now?” I ask.

“Yes yes. Sleep now.” Rocky says, extending two arms across my middle as he settled in himself like a giant, stone cat. Normally I’d complain about Rocky’s weight on my body, but his arms were only about as heavy as a weighted blanket, and the insulating xenonite dulled the searing heat of Rocky’s body temperature into a comfortable warmth.

I felt, for all the world, like a swaddled baby. Finding myself once again drifting into desolately needed sleep.

Until again, I stirred. Although this time, for a moment, I didn’t know why. I had a lopsided smile on my face, but couldn’t figure out why.

“Hmph-“

I huff out softly, as I look down at Rocky, still stationed where I last saw hi- okay what IS that?!

I shake off the sleep fog, and focus. I feel a gentle pressure concentrated on my stomach. Looking down, I find the culprits. Rocky’s claws were… kneading me… like a cat.

I was only joking when I said he was acting like a cat. Why is he ‘baking biscuits’ on me?!

From what I could tell, Rocky didn’t seem to know he was doing it either. He looked distant. Entranced, even. Maybe he was lost in thought? Who knows.

“M-hmhmph-“

Another involuntary huff crawled from my throat. I had to be honest… it really tickled. Not enough to make me want to move or push, just enough to keep a stupid smile on my face.

It had been years since I’d felt any kind of physical contact from anything living- human or otherwise- so I figured that for my brain, this was filling some primitive void.

I took a deep breath, settling back down.

“Why Grace laugh, question?”

“GAH-! Rocky! You’re awake?!”

“Yes. Rocky no sleep when grace sleep. I observe. Why laugh, question?” He stills his hands on the blanket over me.

“Nothing! No reason. I was thinking about… something funny. I say with a shrug. My face heats up. I tend to get red in the face rather easily. Especially when I know I’m lying.

“What funny, question?” Rocky asks. My mouth hangs open as my brain stalls like a flooded engine.

“Lie.”

“Wgat..?”

“Lie. Why you laugh, question?”

“Well let me ask YOU something-“ I deflect. “What is this you’re doing with your claws? Why are you doing this?” I demonstrate by pressing my fingertips into the blanket a few times like he’d been doing.

Rocky seems annoyed that I ignored his question, but he humored me, at least.

“Idle movement. Keeps Eridian from falling asleep while observing..”

“Huh. I guess that mahahakes sense. Keeping muscles stimulated. Fair enough.” I chuckle as he begins to knead again for demonstration. Though this time, it’s a little more forceful - maybe because he’s not zoned out anymore. My head falls back on the pillow as a sleep riddled laugh tumbled from my mouth

“Ohohokay! Ok, I get it-!”

“Why laugh?”

“It tickles!” I push fruitlessly at Ricky’s heavy arms.

He pauses. “If tickle, why Grace not move? Or tell Rocky stop?”

I give him a puzzled look

“Grace say humans not like tickle, but Hrace not move. Grace like tickle, question?!

I shoot upright. “WHAT?! No! Don’t be ridiculous- I just- thought you were sleeping too- or lost in thought so I didn’t want to disturb you!” I stumble over myself w couple times, but in the end all the words come out in the right order.

“Hmmm. Grace know Rocky not sleep when Grace sleep. Lie.”

I scratch my head. “…Alright look- it’s been a while since I’ve felt touch- connection with life. It was nice, I guess.” I mutter.

Rocky hums quietly in his xenonite suit, then falls silent. I fidget in the dark quiet of the room. It’s excruciating.

“We call it ‘baking biscuits’ back on earth. The whole… kneading thing.” I say. Rocky looks at me curiously. “It’s a cat thing. They do it to show affection, and signal that they feel secure. I used to have a cat named Copernicus that loveHAHaA-! WOAH- ROCKY!”

My body stiffened like a board as Rocky begins to press his claws into my midriff fervently. I curl in on myself, kicking beneath the cover.

“WhAHA-! What’re you doing-?! HahAha-“

“Rocky show Grace that Rocky feel safe and secure!” He says proudly

“I- hAHAA-! I’m so happy you feel thahat way, but you’re not a caHAHAT! Yohohou can just say that!”

“Mmm yes, but Grace need affection!” He cheers, turning the angle of his arms so that he could poke and knead more efficiently, mostly targeting my stomach, but sending the occasional hit to my ribs, chest, and even one risky shot to the collarbone.

I howl , sinking lower into the bed, the cover being discarded in the chaos. At some point, my tshirt had ridden up without my knowledge of it, to which Rocky so eloquently shouted, callling me a ‘squishy squishy gross human. I yanked down the hem of my shirt again, and again, batted at Rocky’s arms

“OKAY, eNOHOUGH-!” I cried. At this point I was just about at my limit - pushing and shoving at Rocky’s arms, and thrashing around like a fish.

“Rocky stop when Grace stop lying.”

“WHAHAT-? I HAVENT LIED!”

“Grace say Grace no like tickle. Lies.”

“YOU CANT BE SEHEHERIOUS-“ I cackle, both at the absurdity of the claim, at the constant poking of my stomach.

“Grace tell truth. I stop”

I weigh my options here. On one hand, it’s late, I’m still exhausted, and I really needed to get some sleep before class in the morning… but at the same time my pride is on the line here… some things are supposed to go with you to the grave - what, am I just supposed to give that up because an alien told me so?!

…

“FIHIHINE. FINE OKAY. OKAY YES. GRACE LIKE TICKLE. I’VE SAID IT. HA-HAHA! GET OFF!” I relent. Whatever future consequences letting that out brings me shall remain an issue for Future Ryland.

And as promised, Ricky stopped. Immediately. He sat back, trilling and chirping proudly. “Good, good! I stop now.”

My entire body goes limp. Every muscle I had been holding taught unraveled slowly until I was one with the bed - splayed out, panting - and I could only imagine the state of my hair.

“Grace breathing fast. Is okay, question?”

“Yes.” I huff out

A moment of silence passed with only the sound of breathing to count the seconds.

“Grace sleep now, question?”

“Yes… watch…” I nod slowly, closing my eyes exactly where I am.

I hear the melodic tones of Rocky’s voice, and the immense weight of him clumsily walking across the bed. I don’t open my eyes. I then hear a bit of fidgeting by the foot of the bed, followed by a rush of warmth over me.

Rocky had pulled the blanket up over me again, and returned to his post, this time keeping his claws to himself.

…

“You can… do what you were doing before. Now that I know what it is. I don’t d” I mutter after a long moment.

“Biscuits, question?”

I snort. “Yes, you can bake biscuits, bud. Go ahead.”

Rocky chirps, replacing his two front arms across my stomach, gently, slowly kneading, pulling himself back into a deep focus, and myself into a deep, smiley sleep.

“Gnight… Rocky…”

“Goodnight, Grace.”

[fluffleetoast]

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE OHMY GOD

[cocoa-critter]

Worst Aid

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Get it? Like first aid… but it’s worst aid,,,

Ryland sustains a minor injury, due mostly to his own clumsiness. As Armando tends to him, Rocky gets a crash course on just how sensitive the human nervous system is.

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Lee!Grace Ler!Armando

First fic back in like two years- so go easy on me guys,,, but it’s good to be back!! (This is so not proofread yall.)

This is a long one. Sorry LMAO

Written first person

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In my defense, I’d been trying to pry that darn door open for days. Can you blame a guy for getting a little reckless with the execution?

-

For the most part, I had rummaged through just about every drawer, door, and compartment available to me on the Hail Mary.

Boredom had gotten the better of me before Rocky came along, so I kept busy by rooting around in the crew cabin for whatever I could find - whether pertinent to the mission or not.

Most of it was useless to me, but the hunt was fun enough.

There was one door, though, nestled in the corner of the dormitory, that was sealed off with a number lock - the kind you’d find on a bike lock - and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out the combination.

I tried everything. The date of the launch, Yao’s birthday, Ilyukhina’s birthday… heck, even my own. No matter what four digits I entered, nothing worked.

“What Grace doing, question?”

I nearly jumped out of my pants. How didn’t I hear him approach?

“Nothing, buddy, nothing. Just trying this door again.” I huffed, sitting back in defeat.

“You try many times with door. Never work. Why question? What inside door, question?”

“I dunno. That’s why I’m trying to get it open. The curiosity is killing me- but I just can’t figure out the combination…” I mutter, now just spinning the number wheels in annoyance.

“Why not break, question? Break metal barrier off. Much faster.”

I pause, considering for a moment. “Good idea, but I don’t think they outfitted the Hail Mary with toolshed bolt cutters, Rock. And if they did…”

I flick the thick metal arch of the lock with my finger

“I don’t think it’d get through metal this sturdy”

Rocky wiggles in place, thinking for a moment.

“I make.”

“What?”

“I make 🎶 with xenonite. Very strong. Will cut through metal.”

I smile, noting the new word for “bolt cutter” in my mind. “Xenonite is incredible stuff” I say with a nod. “Yeah, okay! That’ll work!”

-

Just as I start to get bored of waiting, Rocky appears, bounding down his tunnel, with… incredibly accurate bolt utters. Impressive, considering I hadn’t given him any specifications

“Here! Try, try, try!”

Rocky slides the things through his side of the airlock beside my bed. I know better than to touch something fresh out of his atmospheric conditions, so I grab a spare pair of EVA gloves from the drawer just above and to the left of my mystery door, slip them on, and grab Rocky’s new tool.

“This’ll do nicely!” I say with a grin. I crawl over to the little door. Rocky scuttled his way beside me as I positioned the blades around the solid metal of the lock.

I’d like to think I’m a strong man. No bogdybuilder, but definitely not a twig either.

This however, was making me look like a twig. I grunted, gritting my teeth as I used all the strength in my body to sever the metal. After an embarrassing 15 seconds, I resorted to using the wall for leverage, positioning one arm of the bolt cutters against the smooth steel wall, and with my body weight, I pushed on the other arm. Not wise, considering I was purring my full trust into one, thin, point of contact.

And I lost my balance.

With a sharp yelp, the bolt utters slipped out from under me, sending me careening into the wall, my shoulder blade banging against the… still open… drawer.

“AGH-! Cheese on rice-!” I so maturely swore, rubbing a hand over my shoulder.

“Grace! Grace! You okay, question?! Hurt, question?!”

Rocky chirped anxiously, tapping on the wall of his ball.

“Yes, yes buddy I’m okay- didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it looked like it would.” I was really saying that for Rocky’s sake. Truthfully, that hurt pretty bad. Nothing that a little ice and a break from activity couldn’t-

“Physical distress detected.”

I froze. Armando must’ve heard the commotion.

“No no Armando. I’m alright. No need for-“

“Yes! Grave, hurt!” Rocky yelped out, bouncing back-and-forth nervously in his ball, clearly still concerned. I have to admit, it is pretty nice to know that he cares about me enough to flip his lid over what can’t possibly be more than a bruise.

Without another word, along, sleek, robotic arm, approaches me, ready to drag me over to my bed for medical attention. “Fine- fine. But I can walk there myself. No need to drag me.” I mutter, standing up begrudgingly, and plopping down on my bed for Robo-Nurse to have a look at me.

Rocky parks himself at my feet, staring up at me with his… absence of eyes, clearly still worried. I smile at him, earning a trill in reply.

Armando tugs at my shirt, attempting to remove it. Stuff like that doesn’t work nearly as well on a patient that’s conscious and upright, so I help out, and slide my shirt off with a sigh, setting it to the side.

“Bruising detected.”

Armando announces. Sounds about right.

“See bud? I told you it’s nothing to worry about! Just a little br-“

“Scanning for additional injuries.”

“Huh-?” Before I can protest, Armando has lowered a robotic hand to the back of my shoulder. Three rubber knobs, make contact with my skin, not unlike one of those massage guns they use in physical therapy. Never was a big fan of those. Glad this one doesn’t vibrate. 

Oh. It does.

Without any sort of warning, the three knobs of Armando‘s hand begin to vibrate softly. Only strong enough to bounce some sound waves through my skin, but definitely quick enough for me to react

“GAH-! Armando- e-enough-!” I bark out, lurching my torso forward.

Rocky tilts his carapace, not entirely sure how I went from yelling in pain, to yelling in surprise, with a lopsided smile on my face.”

“ why Grace smile, question? Not in pain question? “ he asks, taking a step closer

I regain a bit of composure, sitting up straight, and breathing through the brutal med-bot checkup. “N-no, no- tch- no pain. ProhAh-aHA-!”

I let out a rather unflattering sound- something between a manic hyena and a frightened dog.

Rocky sits patiently. A bit confused, but patient nonetheless. Little guy must not know what to make of any of this.

“Please specify areas of discomfort.”

“NO-! Armondo, enough-! Y-you’re tickling me-!” I cry out, ducking and weaving away from the metal assailant.



“No understand. What that mean, question?”

Cripes sake. Now I’ve got us somehow find a way to explain what tickling is while in the thick of it…



“Please specify areas of discomfort.”

I ignore Armando.

“It- hahA! It’s essentially- a ph-phenomenon where *snort* the human nervous systehehem reacts to.beibg touched a certain way, in certain places.” I say slowly, shooting upright again as Armondo’s hand rolls across my spine.

“AYWHAHA-! It- it makes us- it makes us laugh. Wes aren’t sure why.”

Rocky trills in thought, swinging from side to side as he observes the scene before him.

“ very strange. Human tickle all over, question?”

I shiver, knowing it’s no use getting up or running away. Armando could drag me back here like a sack of potatoes if he wanted to.

“Please specify areas of discomfort.”

“Shuhuhut UP-! And no, not everywhere. Specific plahahaces. It’s different for everyone.” Ah what the heck. It can’t get much worse than this, so I tell Rocky the specifics. “For me it- it’s mohohostly the back, knees, and under here-“ I gesture under my arms. As I finish my sentence, Armondo pauses.

“Discomfort reported on: back. Knees. Pectoralis major.”

My eyes widen, and my muscles go stiff.

“Armando- no- no no no ABORT. ABORT. CANCEL-“ I shout at the robotic nurse as a second mechanical arm reaches towards me, completely and utterly ignoring my pleas. With skilled precision, the second hand found its way under my arms- I suppose the armpit muscle is called “pectoralis major”.

I crumple to my side, then onto my stomach, cackling like a madman, as my alien friend (who was doing NOTHING to help) continues to ask me questions.

“Why move like in pain, but laugh, question?” He asks, scooting his ball closer to my bed

“AHAHA- O- WE DON’T KNOHOW FOR SURE- aHA-!” I bark out. “LEADING TH-THEORY IS- HAHA- PRIMITIVE SELF DEFENSE RESPONSE.”

My words begin to slur together as my frantic babbling picks up speed. Armando’s vibrating sensors focus themselves on the center of my spine, circling like metal and silicone vultures, searching for nonexistent injuries. I bury my face into my pillow, cackling like a crow.

Definitely not my proudest moment.

“Where other humans tickle, question? You only mention where you tickle.”

Rocky asks. I’ve had just about enough of this. Plus, I really didn’t want Armando assuming my naming of other body parts was me telling him where else to poke and prod me.

“LATER. LAHAHATER. WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT LATER. JUST- HIT ARMANDO’S KILLSWITCH. OHOHON THE WALL.”

I all but command. I didn’t mean to sound so stern, but my chest was starting to ache, and I needed a break. 

“Grace no answer science question, question?” He sounded disappointed. I’ll make it up to him some other time.

“NOHOHOW ROCKY!” I shouted, voice breaking through laughter. Rocky chirped, a startled sound. He’s scuttled his way over to the wall, nudging his habitat ball into Armando‘s reset button.

The reset button wasn’t a permanent off switch. Essentially, it worked like a forced reset on a phone or a laptop, shutting down all running programs in returning him to a neutral, stable state.

And that’s exactly what happened. With a descending, electrical groan, Armando‘s arms went limp, allowing me to crawl out from beneath them. I sat up on the edge of the bed, catching my breath, head hung heavily at chest level. After about a minute, Armando powered back on with a series of beeps, clicks , and motor whirs. 

I weakly reached over for my shirt, which I discarded at the beginning of the whole ordeal, and slid it on. I did it backwards, but I couldn’t have cared any less.

“ Grace alright, question? You look tired.”

“M’fine. Overwhelmed, but fine.” I mumble, sitting up straight and calming a hand through my hair. 

“ Good, good, good.” Rocky paused for a moment, tapping one of his claws, oddly on the floor of his ball. “ Grace answer science questions later, question?” He asked meekly

I smiled softly, throwing myself onto my back on my bed, watching Armando’s arms slowly retract up towards the dormitory ceiling. “Yes, later, rocky. For now, I’m taking a nap. Feel free to watch.” I say with a heavy sigh. 

“Yes yes. You sleep. I watch. Science later. Good plan.” Rocky chirps happily, making himself comfortable beside the bed, as I drifted off.

And after everything, I still never got that stupid door open.

[aceoftickles]

(i’ve been lurking on your phm headcanons for a while and wish to contribute)

i feel like grace is SUCH a tickle monster when he’s ler-ing. like, growly noises and nuzzling into your tummy, pretending to bite/eat you, licking you just to hear you squeal, manhandling and pinning you to expose one spot at a time, etc. i think just generally he would love tickle games and tickling you like you’re little kids again. i can imagine him overpowering you to pin an arm up and making up silly nicknames for your underarms and nuzzling his nose in there or making claws with his hands…. aaaaaaa

and if he’s the lee, he’d be sooo put off guard if someone (or especially rocky) used his tickle monster game on him,,,, like… aaaaa so cute

hello lurker :] come on in it’s warm inside

ticklemonsyergracewoh oh okay ok you’ve opened my eyes. being a teacher and around kids/caring for them in a way def plays a part into his playful nature and banter and i feel like he TOTALLY has to be obnoxious and immature as a ler. like the closer you get to him the more he gradually loosens up

also did you like, read my mind with the pinning arms thing or nuzzles and shi cause that’s liteslly catnip for me oh my god

sorry this might be ass but i had to draw soemthing for this request cause it made me tweak out hardcore FML BRO also using the tk games against him? genius cause he got a lot of nerve playing tickle monster at his grown age and expecting to walk away unscathed

this is a certified aceoftickles post bro ANON YOU ARE GENIUS

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a cutesy Rocky to show my appreciation for your stuff :,]

AWWWW OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH🥺🥺🥺 this is so sweet omg <333 he is so cute i love him 💕💕

[aceoftickles]

rewatched the Barbie movie with my little sister today, she’s never seen it.

steeples my fingers and puts head down.

I’m gonna do it, man. I’m gonna draw lee fricken Barbie

[aceoftickles]

not super happy with how this one is going so i will be drawing another.. but posting the abandoned WIP here just in case

[ticklishbeans4]

Project Hail Mary tickle headcanons

I LOVED THIS MOVIE SO SO SO MUCH! AMAZE AMAZE AMAZE!! If I could inject this movie into my veins I WOULD! It was so incredible!! The cinematography, the score, the acting, the effects!!! All of it!! Amaze amaze amaze!!! I'm only just starting the book, so I'm limited on my knowledge there, but it's so fun so far!

Anyways, have some headcanons that I've been. brewing up! It's kinda rambly probably, so apology apology apology!

Look, Grace is absolutely a sopping wet cat of a man. Clumsy, sensitive, prone to lots of eye leaking, and over all a sweet pathetic lil meow meow.

BUT!! Something I think that gets overlooked a bit is how playful Grace is! He makes silly games for his students, upon first contact he dances and makes silly poses, he plays pretend while showing Rocky earth stuff, he makes goofy jokes all the time, science pun shirts!! He's an absolute goofball! And we don't lean into that enough!

He'd love silly tickle games! Maybe goofy rhymes, maybe something like this little piggy, or pretending to be the tickle monster! If he was playing with a baby he'd definitely to the thing where he pretends their foot is a phone. He'd be such a goober wether he's doing the tickling or being tickled.

He hasn't actually been tickled in a very very long time. Not since he was a kid. He just didn't have a family that did that kind of thing, and he didn't have a lot of friends either. He's definitely a bit touch starved even before the events of phm. He probably doesn't even realize he's still ticklish.

Then comes Rocky. It probably happens over a movie, a tickling scene comes on and Rocky is confused by it. Not cause he doesn't know what tickling is (we'll get to that later) but because he's never seen it like this. Of course Grace is all to happy to explain what it is, what causes it, why some people find it fun while others don't. It's really a fascinating thing about the human body!

Then Rocky asks if he's ticklish. Grace isn't initially to flustered or anything, but he does take a second to think about it. He doesn't know really, it's been a long time, and some people kinda grow out of it. He’s says as much and Rocky is very curious, but there’s only so much he can do from his ball. So he makes a choice! He makes the mesh side of his ball a bit bigger so it’s easier to reach through with a bit more dexterity.

Of course it turns out that Grace is very very ticklish. And boy does Rocky take full advantage of this fact. Any time Grace seems to sad or to bored or to upset, he’ll go into tickle mode to cheer up his friend.

Course it was a trial and error thing to tell when Grace was genuinely upset vs not genuinely upset (Rocky attempted to tickle him once during a panic attack and it didn’t go very well). So now he’ll ask “Grace grumpy/upset, question?” And depending on how Grace reacts he’ll go for it. If he gets more flustered or squirmy Rocky knows he’s got him. If he just gets more upset or if he doesn’t respond at all he’ll try and comfort him/calm him down first.

Grace has definitely shown children’s media to Rocky during slower days on the ship. Partly as a comfort for himself, partly to teach Rocky more about earth culture. One show they definitely both like, is Bluey. And if y’all have seen that show, you know where this is going.

Rocky is very fond of the tickle crabs game and loves playing it with Grace. It’s slightly modified since Grace can’t pick Rocky up, but they make it work. Grace doesn’t mind playing “childish” games like this, he’s used to doing dumb silly stuff from his time teaching.

SPEAKING OF THE TEACHING!! The little Eridians he teaches adore him so so much! And I’m 100% sure that if they took a field trip into his bio dome they’d just swarm him, asking for pets and hugs and all those humany things. And since Rocky is definitely there to help keep an eye on the kids I think it would be hilarious and adorable if he taught them about what tickling was. Which cues a big chase through the dome and ends in Grace being absolutely tickled half to death by a bunch of school children. He’d not mad, it was funny, and he’s definitely gonna get Rocky back for that.

As for Rocky? Turns out Eridians can be ticklish! It's just not the same as it is with humans. It's mostly through sound waves, random octaves without rhyme or reason will bounce off and it causes a similar sensation to tickling. But Grace actually finds another way.

It happened during a slower time on the ship, they'd just been messing around, play fighting in their own way. Grace reached through the mesh and hooked his fingers around the 'joint's' of one of Rocky's legs. Both of them were shocked when Rocky shrieked and scurried away.

Grace was super worried that he'd hurt Rocky, but Rocky was quick to explain it didn't hurt, just felt weird. Of course Grace, being the scientist he is, wanted to experiment with this. And this, a new form of tickling for Eridians is born.

Ok this is getting to long, let me know if you want a part 2! Ad if y'all have any headcanons you wanna share, pls send them!!

[aceoftickles]

AHHH THAT GLASSES POST. YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT BUT I HAD THE EXACT SAME HC FOR HIM??? guess that must make it true…

UGH like i get smiley thinking abt it it’s so cute… as an extension on that he totally squeezes his eyes shut and/or scrunches his nose sometimes and it’s like. the cutest thing ever… and he folds like a cheap lawn chair and gets all pink and smiley and covers his face… i’m inconsolable </3

and the residual giggles you mentioned. he absolutely would. like the putting his glasses back on all shaky and dazed while hes STILL GIGGLING. too cute i can’t even think abt it. i feel like a smile would stay on his face for hours afterwards just cause joy seems to imprint on him like that. and so he’s just be all smiley after <333

OMGOMG AND FLUFF WAS SO RIGHT ABT THE 80 THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUGH HIS HEAD AT ONCE and not one of them can help him 😭😭

aaaa and both ur ler grace thoughts are getting 2 me… he’s so the type to laugh along with whoever he’s tickling bc he’s just having fun as well. yk?? and he has this rly warm super approachable but also teasy jokey energy that 100% comes from being a teacher, nothing you guys haven’t said already but it’s just so <33333

ough and grace going to the robot arms for comfort. :((( this guy has got so much tragedy in him it’s not even funny. THIS guys this is why he needs wrecking. narrative too cruel

on that note what fluff said abt him feeling left out seeing people tickle each other is soooo good… like especially bc teaching middle school he’d be reminded of it more often than most. constantly wondering what he’s missing out on with that… OMG and so after he’s properly tickled for the first time he thinks about it for so long afterwards, even though it makes him blush playing it back. just bc it’s been a question for so long. oooh

ur so right abt book rocky as well, if it did end up that they shared the weakness he would NOT be happy he would so love having the one over on grace. but again its for science 🙄🙄 and if its for science he’s gotta take it. thems the rules

his laugh being musical btw!!! like so pretty and melodic

also aaaaa it’s the same anon as before IM SO GLAD U LIKED MY THOUGHTS (fluff as well… like THE FIC AUTHOR themself!!! aaa!!) i don’t normally interact much so i was nervous but literally my reaction to ur responses was like the doodle reaction YOU drew in response to my thing i was so geeked!!!! <33 sooo some more thoughts for you - c

SORRY IM GETTING TO THIS LATE ANON!! MY LOVE FOR PHM IS NEVERENDING THO SO HERE WE GO!! INBOX SPRING CLEANING!!

im sorry but dude man brochacho, grace gives me the worst cuteness agression like i wanna talk to him like you talk to a cat. he’s so cute. I wanna pinch his cheeks and his sides like a grandma. and YESS YESS i bet he scrunches up his face like hes trying to ignore the tickling but it’s not gonna make it go away!! you know you can just!! run away!! but he probably freezes in place before melting into a puddle and oh god covering his face that’s the cutest fricken thing oh Lordy Lord

mood for the past few days I’m GEEKED brochacho

all of these ideas are like catnip to me im snorting them thru my nose for ultimate sensory overload

i feel like grace’s jokey-goofy-unserious energy does a full 180° depending on what position he’s in, like if he has the chance to wreck someone he’ll gladly laugh with them and probably infodump about the scientific aspect of tickling if he’s feeling extra silly—but if he’s the victim in this situation it’s like he can’t find the words. he starts off all sassy and quippy but it just comes off as super doofy cause this is grace we’re talking about. and he just tries to change the subject so bad. and residual giggles are like one of my favorite things because it’s just so cute imagining him all disheveled with his hair all messed up and his glasses all over the place, looking like he’s just run a marathon and probably hiccuping from all the giggling. Rocky GET THIS GUY DO IT FOR THE AUDIENCE!!

also HELL YEAH feel free to always interact i promise im not as sane as i come off as!! talk to me about tickles and nerdy things and geek out with me anytime

[aceoftickles]

EXCELLENT behold lee rocky who has just discovered the concept of a lee mood

(side note. i learnt the hard way there's no read more in asks, i apologise for the wall of text)

let this be very clear: i do not forget things. my memory is unusually good even among eridians, especially so when it's things i care about, so when i start idly tapping at ryland's ribs, it is not because i forgot about his sensitivity—it's because i think it's funny to watch him squirm. he assumes unconsciously that my memory must be similar to his (or maybe he’s just gotten used to me ignoring him completely sometimes and repeats everything he says for my benefit) and so his first instinct is not to complain about me being annoying, but to remind me. i can understand why he enjoyed teaching so much, to be honest. 

"hey- rocky!" ryland wiggles particularly strongly as i move my poking closer to the flat of his stomach. it's a good distraction as any from the fact that his stomach didn’t used to be flat, and wouldn’t be if he had enough calorific intake, but there's not a lot either of us can do about that right now. "that tickles."

i make a show of gasping and putting a claw against my carapace like i’ve seen humans do in movies when they’re shocked. "really? you are ticklish? i can’t believe i forgot!" ryland gives me an unimpressed look, and i just continue my joke. "it's funny because i didn’t forget, and i never forget anything."

"alright, alright- sue me for giving you some grace." ryland scoffs, playful. i’m about to say something very funny about the 'grace' part of his comment, when he scratches hard at the leg i still have resting against his torso and i squeal unflatteringly as i scramble backwards. "i remembered that, didn't i?" he adds, clearly pleased with himself.

"you forget everything, and you still remembered that?" i mutter, shaking my leg out indignantly. "rude and disrespectful."

ryland grins, poking at my carapace teasingly. i know there's no way such light touch might tickle, but i find myself shying from his hands all the same with that familiar nervous excitement. "i mean, with that kind of attitude, you’re basically just asking for it now."

bizarrely, the idea kind of sounds nice. i straighten up in a mix of embarrassment and confusion at this thought, and ryland laughs. "that is not- i am doing- you are wrong and dumb." i settle on eventually, higher pitched than i usually am. "when did you last sleep?"

"uh uh, you can't pull that one on me again." ryland wiggles his fingers in my direction, and i suppress a squeak. why is this getting to me so much? "if you want me to stop, just say the word."

obviously my first instinct should be to tell him to stop, so i can go back to watching mamma mia with him and criticising the logistics of getting married at twenty human years. so- why is it that instead, i don't say anything of the sort? "i am not afraid of tickles." i say in a voice that completely undermines my statement.

this seems to be exactly what ryland wanted to hear, because he perks up even more. "i don’t know, you seem pretty nervous to me." he teases, fingers hovering just above my carapace. i squeak a little at the proximity, and he laughs, which does nothing to quell my embarrassment. "or are you just excited, hm?"

"you're seeing things." i say, focused entirely on how close his hands are to me—it feels like my insides are buzzing with the anticipation. "you need sleep. i watch."

oh my godddd this is so cute thank you THANK YOU I’m reading this before bed and i feel like I’ve been blessed

Rocky being teasy and feigning innocence until the tables are turned and suddenly he remembers He Is In Fact Also Ticklish like it’s not wrong for the little guy to want to be silly too IS IT SUCH A CRIME?? NO I DONT THINK SO

also something about not knowing what type of mood it even is or why it’s happening but still wanting the silliness of tickles and affection is. really really sweet to me

i can’t thank you enough for sharing this with me it’s so cute so cute i keep rereading this THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES!!

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many t-word about him <3

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AWWW mickey fic was cute looks like i have another movie to watch

thank you anon!! 🥰❤️❤️

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hello i feel like i'm going crazy. i don't know if you've noticed this. just today i've read like 3 PHM mainstream fics on ao3 with no intent for tickle, only to be jumpscared with it. is this like. a true mainstream headcanon now? i've never seen the masses run with 1) asexual main character or 2) ticklish main character so prominently but yoooo i'm not complaining!! everybody is tickling ryland grace on ao3 rn. everybody is in agreement with this being a noteworthy part of him. it's too in character to pass up doing i guess?? i need. hopital

WHAT?!?!? OMG WHERE???? please give me the links omg….

[fluffleetoast]

hi guys i watched Mickey 17 and idk i just thought Mickey seemed so lee and i felt bad for him LOL i wanted him to smile and laugh and be happy and experience joy!! and i liked the creepers a lot they were cute lol so i wrote this <3

Jeepers Creepers

Lee Mickey / Ler Creepers

Word Count: 1,184

Mickey wakes up surrounded by baby creepers. He prepares for death, however the aliens have a more playful idea in mind. 

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Cold. That was the only feeling Mickey could focus on right now. He was currently lying on his back in the bottom of a cave somewhere. A blanket of snow and ice covered him. His body felt frozen and numb, with moving any of his limbs feeling almost impossible. 

He had fallen down here while on a mission, his Expendable status considering him too invaluable for anyone to come rescue him. Well, guess this was it for Mickey- wait which number was he on again? Sixteen? Seventeen? Doesn’t really matter now. He’ll be finding out soon enough when he gets reprinted.

Mickey stared at the roof of the cave, wondering which way death would use to take him. Would it be starvation or hypothermia? Whichever method it was, he just hoped it was quick. He hated when the deaths were slow. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a small chirp. What was that? 

“Hello?” Mickey greeted the darkness fearfully. He looked up the best he could with a frozen, sore neck. He could hear the footsteps of a creature crawling out from around the corner. Took long enough. 

His instinctual feeling of fear fought with the feeling of relief. Whatever creature this was could hopefully help get this over with quick. He’s a yummy meat popsicle waiting out in the open, that should tempt any carnivorous creature. He just hoped it could eat him in one bite. 

From the corner of his eye, Mickey could spot something small and white. It was about the size of a puppy and moved like one too, stumbling around in the snow. It was admittedly quite cute. It was small, hopefully it could get the job done. 

The creature seemed to spot him. It stopped tumbling around in the snow and stared straight at Mickey, taking off towards him in a dash. The closer it got the creepier it looked. It was less like an animal and more like a bug, having a segmented stomach and multiple pairs of legs. It looked like a pillbug but with tentacles on its face. It was still quite cute honestly.

The creature ran up to Mickey’s face and opened its mouth in a roar. Its facial tentacles spread apart to reveal another set behind them. Scary. Mickey braced for the release of death to take him, closing his eyes with the hope that it would bring it on faster. He just wanted to get this over with already.

However, instead of feeling a bite, Mickey felt something else. The creature was sniffing his cheek. Its breath was warm and tickly. It sniffed his ear making Mickey jerk his head away on instinct. The feeling only increased as it moved down to sniff his neck. Mickey couldn’t help but give a small smile as his shoulders reluctantly scrunched up. A giggle slipped out when it came closer, switching to sniff between his neck and his ear. Goddamn it, he wished he had his hat.

“H-hehey! Thahat tickles!” He protested even though he knew the creature probably couldn’t understand him.

After smelling him for a moment, the creature scuttled away and let out a roar that echoed against the cave walls. That couldn’t be good. Mickey heard more footsteps, looking up to see more of those small creatures emerging from the dark and crawling towards him. How thoughtful. It brought its friends to share him. 

Mickey’s eyes squeezed shut as they came closer, preparing once again to become a meal. However, these creatures turned out to be quite curious too, sniffing him like its friend did. One creature sniffed one side of its neck as another sniffed the other side. Mickey squirmed from its tickly breath and let out a few chuckles.

More creatures started to explore the rest of him, spurred on by the sound of his laughter. One critter positioned itself at his side, shoving its face into him and nuzzling him. Wait a second. Those little shits, they were definitely doing this on purpose!

“Hehey! Whahat are you dohohing?” Luckily Mickey had his thick jacket on to protect himself, but the feeling still proved to be very ticklish. He gasped and jerked away from the critters as a stream of giggles escaped him. To Mickey’s dismay however, his reaction just encouraged the critters to do it more.

Another one of the creatures started nuzzling his other side as one crawled over his stomach. Its little legs dragging over the sensitive area was quite effective. Mickey couldn’t hold back from squealing as his giggling increased to full-blown laughter. He turned on his side as more creatures joined in, crawling and nuzzling over every part of his body. One was even nuzzling at the back of his knees. How did it even know that place was ticklish?

“Guhuhuys! C-Cohome ohon!” He cried out. Can they just eat him already!? They let out happy little chirps and barks as they playfully explored every ticklish spot they could find. Mickey couldn’t help but let a snort escape him as one shoved its way into his underarm. 

“Gah- Nohohoho! Nohot thehere!” Mickey’s eyes went wide as he pleaded. He rolled around in the snow as his laughter echoed off the cave’s walls. He crossed his arms and tried to shake the critters off of him to no avail. 

Suddenly, a deep roar louder than the other creatures’ broke the silence. The critters stopped what they were doing and looked up into the darkness. Mickey felt his heart drop at what came out. It was one of those same pillbug aliens but much, much bigger and hairier. It slowly crept into the room, a small army of medium-sized pillbug creatures with it. It made another growling sound and the babies jumped off Mickey instantly. 

This must be their leader, Mickey figured. It crawled towards him making him flinch, preparing for whatever it could be planning. He couldn’t decide what was worse at this point, being eaten or being tickled. 

The big creature got to him but then turned around swiftly. Oh, is it leaving already? Why? But then suddenly he felt a tug on his leg, yelping as he was dragged across the snow. He looked up to see the creature had wrapped its tail around his ankle and was pulling him away. 

“Wh- Hey! Let me go!” Mickey yelled. He thrashed around in an attempt to escape but the smaller creatures scuttled behind him, pushing him forward. Where the hell were they going? Maybe it was bringing him to its nest?

Mickey was dragged up a tunnel, squinting as fresh snow fell on his face. The leader let go as the creatures behind him shoved him up onto a snowy ledge. What? Is he outside now? He got up slowly and looked around.

He was filled with a multitude of different thoughts and emotions. They saved him? But why? He didn’t seem valuable to them at all. They didn’t eat him or use him for anything. How smart are these creatures? Why did they not want to eat him? Was he not considered good enough for them? All these questions spun around in his head.

“Hey!” Mickey turned around and stared at the group of creatures, “I’m still perfectly good meat!” He yelled. The big critter grunted in response, waving its facial tentacles at him. The group headed off in the other direction leaving Mickey standing alone.

He was supposed to die down there, yet he’s standing here alive and healthy. What does he do now? Have they already reprinted another version of him yet? Guess he’ll find out soon, he figured. First things first he had to make it back to the ship.