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. X-reader fics
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. AU’s (with the exception of college AU’s on occasion)
. Furry content (some exceptions are made, in regards to things like Beastars or Helluva Boss, it just kind of depends)
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. Adult + child tickling
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I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SO MUCH I'M SO SO SO SERIOUS. I kind of wonder if Oliver could change how ticklish he is on a whim like. Bc he can manipulate things i wonder if he can manipulate his own nerves.
I've thought extensively about how all the abilities can be used in this context ... skdlksn
I also am CONVINCED that Rose is at least the tiniest bit lee for Owen bc .... why else would he be like that in her dream (I know there are plenty of reasons but shhhh)
YES RIGHT
Oh for sure, her dream Owen is so ler coded that it made me realize the great potential for ler Owen in the first place akshji
I've obviously considered it quite a bit with Damien and Caleb (all of my fics shhh) but I think Rose is the next highest because the potential for exploring tickle dreams?? Hello?? Especially since Emily canonically writes fanfic, so what if part of the reason everything is so private is because she's in the community so all of her fics revolve around tickling. And Rose discovers it first because she's in her dreams and a suspicious amount of her dreams are about tickling. And Rose assumes they're nightmares at first, but then she notices the feeling around the dreams and has to debate whether or not to bring it up to Emily
Notes: Commission for anonymous. Thank you so much for commissioning! I had such a fun time working on this and writing Bolin as a ruthless ler. I hope you enjoy ^^
Summary: Korra asks to be tied up and tickled, and Bolin is happy to help test her limits.
“Comfy?”
The avatar snorted, rolling her shoulders. “Exceedingly. I don’t know if you applied these correctly, I feel like I could get out of this easily if I wanted to.”
“I suppose it’s a good thing you don’t want to then.”
Korra flushed, averting her gaze. “You don’t have to point it out like that.”
Despite her grumbling, Korra only had herself to blame for the current situation she found herself in. Not that she really minded her circumstances, as Bolin had been so quick to point out to her. The conversation had come a week beforehand, somewhere late into the night when reason had left her side and her inhibitions were lost under the relaxing gaze of the stars. Bolin and she had been wrestling up on the roof. They had a tournament the next day and so the two of them stayed up practicing long after Mako had bid them goodnight.
“You’ll need your sleep too, you know,” he’d said, casting them both disapproving looks. They’d only rolled their eyes in response.
Mako was correct, as always, and their practice quickly lost all form as sleep tugged at them, turning into playful jabs and giggle fits as they lazily fumbled around, any actual bending done for the night in favor of the friendly tussling. At one point, Bolin had her pinned under him with one hand, her legs struggling futilely to curl around his waist and throw him off. She managed to dig her heel hard into his hip and he grunted, squeezing her side in retaliation. Which was, really, just entirely unfair. Korra had squealed, tugging harder at her arms now, but it was too late. A flurry of pokes rained down on her sides for several minutes while she giggled and pleaded for a break to no avail.
Bolin was no stranger to her love for tickling. He’d gotten that confession out of her a while ago. Ever since then, he’d made sure to sneak tickling in whenever he could: tasing her from behind while she was getting ready, poking her side to get her attention, scribbling fingers over her neck when she and Mako were being gross with each other.
But all those times, as with this time, were over in a flash. Bolin let her go, flopping down by her side and closing his eyes as he laid back on the roof, unaware of the roiling in her gut.
“Bolin,” she said slowly after she’d sat back up. She picked at her nails, grateful that the moonlight was faint tonight and her features were hidden in the darkness. “W-Would you ever want to tickle me more?”
There was a snort. “Korra, I tickle you every day. I mean, I’m willing, but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”
“Like…” Korra waved her hand ambiguously. “Like for longer, I guess.”
She could feel Bolin staring at her, but she didn’t dare glance his way. “I mean, I would, but I can barely hold you still for the bit that I do.”
Korra inhaled sharply. It was now or never.
“I bet you could if I was tied up.”
That moment seemed so long ago now, with Bolin straddling her waist and her arms and legs restrained around the edges of their futon. It had seemed so exciting then, her mind racing with the possibilities when he’d agreed to a full hour of this. Now, exposed, restrained, and helpless, she began to worry that maybe she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
She tugged on her restraints, staring unflinchingly at Bolin even though everything in her screamed to look away and hide. They didn’t budge. She tried again, this time truly exerting effort. They didn’t move so much as an inch. Her breathing quickened.
“Someone feeling a bit stuck?” he teased, cocking a brow as reached over to grab the bottle of lotion Korra had let him borrow for this. He set it on the table beside them. Its very presence was ominous. “What’s wrong? Worried you’re a bit too ticklish for something like this?”
Korra blushed, just the mention of the word ticklish making her stomach squirm. “No. I’ll be fine. You’ve tickled me tons of times before.”
“I have,” he agreed, and the look he gave her then sent a shiver down her spine. “But I think you’ve forgotten that all those times mean that I know exactly where you’re ticklish. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me this time.”
Before Korra could get any retort out, Bolin started. She flinched sharply as both hands landed on her stomach, his fingers curled forward into giant spiders. Then they began to move. Her eyes widened. She bit her lip, concentrating, but it took mere seconds before she was bursting into giggles, struggling to shift her hips away from his hands. Instinctively, she pulled on her arms before being reminded once more that she couldn’t move them. She inhaled sharply. Fuck. Fuck.
“Wow,” Bolin said lightly, appraising her. “You don’t normally get so reactive so quickly.”
Korra was absolutely not about to admit how the restraints were making it worse, that being so vulnerable was making it impossibly more ticklish, so instead she stuck her tongue out in an admittedly childish gesture.
Bolin’s brows shot up. “Woah-hoh, someone’s asking for it now. Get ready to squeal, Korra.”
Ten fingers buzzed into her stomach all at once and Korra twitched violently before throwing her head back in a cackling fit. “B-Bohoholin! Thahahat tihihickles!”
“Good. That must mean I’m doing something right.”
“Stahahap s-stop plehehease!”
“Mmm, I’ll think about it and get back to you, if that’s okay.”
That cheeky…! Korra attempted to glare at him, but her wide, helpless grin ruined the effect somewhat. Going for her stomach right away was cheating! The thin fabric of her top barely helped at all, and if anything, it made his fingers glide easier over the ticklish spot. She shook her head, trying to block out the sensations as best as she could, but Bolin was too good at this.
After several minutes of giggling her head off like a maniac, Korra tried to negotiate. “Okahay, okay, okay, j-just gohoho somewhere else for a biHIHIT!”
Bolin slipped his hands under her shirt and nope, she was wrong, the shirt had been doing so much for her. She squeaked, her stomach trembling under the assault. “What’s in it for me? Or better yet, what’s in it for you? You wanted to be tickled, right?”
“Ihihi—”
“Right?”
She nodded, blushing to her ears. He was never this teasy when she was free, why was he being like this now, when she just had to take it?
“So, if that’s the case,” he reasoned, as casually as though they were discussing strategies for their next tournament. “Then if this really tickles as bad as you say it does, maybe I should just stay here.”
Korra gaped at him before bursting into laughter anew as his fingers scribbled mercilessly under her naval. She kicked as much as she could, the ticklish sensations bursting chaotically through her system. How was she supposed to take an hour of this??
Sensing her distress, Bolin slowed down just a bit—not enough that Korra could quite get ahold of her laughter, though. “Here, I’ll cut you a deal. We want to make this tickle, right? So, if you can offer me a more ticklish spot, I’ll go there and leave your poor stomach alone. Sound fair?”
“Nohohoho!” Korra squawked indignantly, but Bolin only laughed, continuing to torment her ruthlessly.
“Fine then. But I’m not stopping until you do.”
It was a stupidly unfair deal. More than that, it barely made any sense at all. Strategically, it made sense to just let him keep tickling her stomach and spare herself from anything worse. But there was something about the unending nature of the tickling that was driving her up the wall. There was no change of pace or technique, just the same, relentless spidering that made her stomach tremble and her resolve crumble.
“M-my thihihighs!” she blurted, inspiration coming to her, but Bolin just shook his head.
“Nope, I said more ticklish. I know all your spots, remember? It has to be a real answer or I’m not going for it.”
Curse him. Korra scrunched her face up in a tough resolve that lasted all of five seconds as the ticklish feeling wheedled into her brain once more. Fuck it. Besides, a part of her was somewhat excited at the idea that it was going to get more ticklish than this, even as it filled her stomach with dread.
“My rihihihibs!”
“Heard.”
So. Much. Worse. Korra yelped as he dug into her ribs, his fingers vibrating in between the slots of each bone so that the tickling reverberated through her core and down her spine. She arched her back, letting out a slew of curses. Bolin chuckled, shaking his head fondly as he continued. “I’m impressed. I would have thought you’d gone for a smaller jump up, like your sides or something. But now that we’re here, you know the rules: we stay here until you suggest somewhere else.”
“S-Shuhuhut up with your ahaa p-patronizing vohohoice!” she wailed, grinning ear-to-ear as she squirmed all around the futon. He was right. She should have picked somewhere else. She always forgot how ticklish this spot was. It was as though he’d gotten his fingers inside of her and was playing with her nerves themselves. It was an intensely vulnerable and hyper ticklish feeling that forced her into wild cackles and begging, all of which was ignored, of course.
The rest of their time was spent with Korra constantly shifting between feeling happier than she’d felt in weeks and like she wanted to kill Bolin. She managed her ribs for longer than she had thought she’d be able to but could only feel proud of it for a moment before she stupidly suggested her feet and spent her time squeaking and attempting to cover them up with one another to save herself. Eventually, Bolin sat on top of her left foot, isolating it from the other’s protection. He grabbed the lotion, squirting some onto his hands and rubbing it in. For a moment, Korra thought he was possibly switching to a welcome massage. Instead, she felt something so intensely ticklish that a burst of air smashed into a table behind them, knocking it over entirely.
Bolin’s eyes widened, though to his credit he didn’t slow down at all. “Woah, calm down. Mako’s gonna get suspicious if this place is a wreck when he gets back.”
“Gehehehehet ohohoff! Get off get off get ohohoff!” Korra was too forgone to engage in teasing, only able to laugh and tug frantically at her trapped foot. “Plehehehease!”
The feeling was hundreds of blunt pinpricks running over her soles, frazzling the nerves in her feet so that she couldn’t ever adjust to the feeling. Later, she would discover it was one of the grooming gloves she used for Naga.
When he went for the ball of her foot, she let out a sound that could only be described as a shriek before losing it all over again.
“Stahahap ihihit!” she begged, true sincerity in her voice, though the lack of a safeword said everything about how much she actually meant it. “Ihihit tihihihickles! Ihihi cahahan’t p-please!”
“You know the rules~”
She did. She hated that she did, but she did. There was only one spot left—under her arms. Her feet had been such a dramatic leap that it was the only spot more ticklish. She considered whether it was truly worth it to stop this, but when Bolin started wiggling his fingers under her toes at the same time, she couldn’t stop it.
“Fuhuhucking ahaharmpits, juhuhust stahahap!”
She would learn quickly what a mistake that was.
Seconds later, Bolin was straddling her once more, the lotion in his hands. He squeezed some onto his hands once more, rubbing it under her arms. It tickled a little but was mostly soothing after everything she’d been through. Korra hummed softly, knowing it was a bad idea to relax now and not being able to help it.
Bolin shot her a grin. “Ready?”
Korra tensed, giggling nervously already. “No.”
“Too bad.”
She squealed as he began scribbling under her arms, tugging frantically at her restraints. Why had they made these things so sturdy?? The lotion was making it so much worse. Unlike with her stomach, she had no cloth to protect her, and his nails skittered like evil little spiders over the spot. She threw her head back, whining at the helplessness of the situation, that she had put herself there, that this tickled so much.
“Are you ready for me to pull out my ultimate move?” Bolin asked, arching a brow.
Korra’s eyes shot open. “No. No nohohoho no, whahahatever it ihis no—ahahaha BOHOHOLIN!”
Bolin held one finger under each arm and wiggled them into the spot right above her ribs, in the divot under her arms that really drove her crazy. She couldn’t speak for laughing, could only thrash about it and hope for a mercy that wasn’t about to come. He’d never done this before. She had no idea something could tickle so much. She certainly wouldn’t have agreed to be tied down for this if she had known.
Air burst chaotically around the room once more, knocking over chairs and tugging down curtains. Bolin burst into laughter alongside her, shaking his head. “Get it together, holy shit! If only your enemies knew this was your weakness. You’d never catch a break.”
Korra didn’t want to think about that, even if it made her stomach squirm and flutter not unpleasantly. The safeword danced on the tip of her tongue. Even just holding his fingers there tickled but actually moving them made her want to squirm out of her own skin. The indecision must have shown on her face, because Bolin slowed down briefly.
“Got something you want to say? A certain word, perhaps?”
With the tickling gone and that condescending smirk glittering on his features, Korra’s pride flared up unwisely. Turning her head to the side, she shrugged, ignoring how breathless she sounded. “Please. I could have easily bucked you off. That barely even tickled.”
Bolin blinked in surprise. Then he narrowed his eyes. “Oh, you’re asking for it, miss avatar. I’m about to make you scream. Better hope you remember the safeword then.”
Korra had only a moment to regret her words before she was bursting into laughter anew, flopping like a fish out of water to escape. Bolin was even more ruthless now, and she had to fight not to safeword immediately as the sensations overtook her.
Ellie actually attempting to let her walls down slightly and connect with someone nobody move or she may get scared and go back to having walls the height of a sky scraper.
YOURE SO RIGHTTTTT like it used to be such a common thing between them that it doesn't even take much to get him thinking about it. Like she'll poke him in the side and then walk off before he sees her so he's on edge and then throughout the day will say words that sound incredibly close to tickle but not quite the word.
"Ticking..." "I'm sorry!?" "There's a ticking sound green, don't you hear it? 😇"
ASJGJJI she's like a deer, you have to move slowly so you don't startle her back into repression
What an asshole lol she would definitely wiggle her fingers at every opportunity too, just to make him all flushed and jumpy
Also, this is indulgent beyond belief, but in my mind, in my heart of hearts, there has to be some kind of tickling atypical power. I refuse to believe that ability wouldn't be out there somewhere
One idea that is constantly picking at my brain is Zoey from KPDH being so ticklish on her feet that she can’t get pedicures because it’s a genuine safety hazard. Despite the fact that she enjoys being tickled, her feet are so sensitive that she pulls away and kicks out of instinct.
She accidentally kicked the poor woman doing a pedicure on her one time and sadly had to write them off entirely for safety concerns.
This is so real asjgjji
I don't have too many headcannons about these guys even though I love them, but I definitely see her feet or stomach as her worst spot, so I can definitely see her doing this
A ler who teases you about the fact that they're tickling you and you can't get away or a ler that teases you about the fact that you COULD get away and you're choosing not to?
Anon these are both incredible terrible choices why would you do this to me
These are both very effective ajsgji but I'd say the teasing about how I could get away and yet I'm not doing it gets to me so much more, so I'd probably choose that. I'm very squirmy when tickled but I'm good at balancing it so I'm barely doing anything to actually stop them, so something about having it pointed out that I'm doing all that just to lay there and take it is just,,,,, ///-///
Tickle Honesty Hour (send me any tickle related question and I'll answer it!)
And the fact that Owen WONT retaliate really grates on her and relieves her in equal measure. Because on one hand of course she has a reputation to uphold so of course she can't allow him to retaliate on her but also she CRAVESSSS that connection she had with Owen and Joan for that little bit where they were all three friends.
At one point she starts soft launching like "Owen I really feel like we've grown apart since I got promoted.... And you don't have to feel like that...." Like ok Ellie we all know what you want askdkkss
ALSO OWEN MISSING THAT BOND WITH JOAN MAKES ME SO SADDDDD LIKE OML 🥀🥀 But he absolutely does soak up the attention he gets from Ellie despite the fact that she's so cocky about it which makes him both mad and a little flustered.
Asjgjjkii not Ellie soft launching her coworkers tickling her
I feel like Ellie would be such a top tier ler because she would just remember every tease that got to you, every spot that worked, and I just love the idea of her saying things or doing things that she knows will put Owen in a lee mood, gaslighting him into believing that she had nothing to do with it and she doesn't know why he's being like this
Notes: Commission for anonymous. I was allowed a bunch of creative freedom with this one, so I had fun messing around with an idea that I always think would be fun when it comes to this fandom. Thanks so much for commissioning! I hope you enjoy it!!
Summary: Rumi's feeling down, but a sudden discovery about the nature of her patterns serves as a nice distraction.
Ever since Gwi-ma had been sealed and the demons had been put away for what they at least hoped was for good, Rumi had been anxiously awaiting the moment her patterns would disappear. She was sure it would happen any day now. She’d woken up the next morning, sore and tired and emotionally exhausted, but with a sliver of hope as she glanced down at her arms. But there they were, still, persistently. The next morning was the same. And the morning after that. And the morning after that. Three weeks went by of this before Rumi started to wonder if maybe they were here for good.
And they weren’t just present, either. Before, her patterns would shift and fade based on mood. Controlling her emotions was usually enough to keep them limited to areas she could cover with clothing. And though they had retracted from her face after two weeks, the rest of her body was covered in them, just as dark as they were the night Gwi-ma tried to take over.
They had never been this bad before. Usually, they settled down within a day. Rumi spent an extra fifteen minutes in the bathroom each day tracing her fingers over them, frowning at the purply tattoos. She didn’t feel stressed. She didn’t feel angry. She didn’t feel sad. So why the hell were they still there?
Zoey and Mira, at least, were supportive about it.
“I mean, we don’t know why they’re still there.” They were all settled on the couch, a rainforest documentary on in the background. Bobby was off for the night, so they were taking a rare opportunity to relax with a movie night in. Zoey pulled her leg up to her chest, tilting her head at Rumi’s legs where the patterns spiraled and cracked all over her skin. “They could just be a part of you now. It might not mean anything.”
“A part of me,” Rumi deadpanned. “Amazing.”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“Oh, so you didn’t mean that I might permanently be part demon forever?” Rumi swiveled on her helplessly. “That I can never scrub this out of my DNA no matter how many stupid demons I kill, no matter how much good I put out into the world to help people?”
Zoey pressed her lips together, unable to deny the accusation.
Gently, Mira placed a hand on Rumi’s shoulder. “That doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Jinu was a demon, so they can’t all be bad.” Jinu had been a sore subject amongst them for a while, but the other two had finally accepted that he might not have fully been taking advantage of her. “And we already know you’re a good person, so that has to be the case.”
“The world knows you’re a good person,” Zoey chirped helpfully.
“So don’t worry about it. Who cares why the patterns are there? Maybe you are a demon for good.” Though the other girl flinched at the accusation, Mira just squeezed her shoulder harder. “That doesn’t have to define what you do with your life. You’ll always have us.”
Rumi worried at her lip. Her patterns seemed to shine brighter under the TV glow, horribly lit up against her skin. “Yeah,” she agreed, though her tone was unconvincing. “Maybe.”
The other two exchanged a glance. It was difficult when Rumi got like this, but they had learned to not push the issue too hard. Zoey scooted a bit closer on the couch so the both of them were on either side of Rumi in a squished but comfortable sandwich. Zoey leaned her head on the other’s shoulder and Mira ran her fingers through her hair. A while passed by like this, the only sound that of the narrator’s comforting voice on the screen as they both felt the tension gradually ease out of her. Not completely—never completely.
“Well,” Zoey said after a moment. She traced her fingers casually over the marks on her calf, head tilted. “They are kind of pretty. I mean—”
But whatever she was going to say got lost after Rumi’s reaction. The moment Zoey’s finger had started tracing over the spot, Rumi had shivered suddenly, her hand slapping over her mouth to cover whatever sound was going to come out as her leg flinched under Zoey’s touch. “Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Zoey frowned. She repeated the gesture and Rumi yelped, slinking down and flapping her hands quickly. “Are you okay??”
Pushing herself up slightly on the couch, Rumi stretched her leg out, examining it. Even she seemed startled, though her surprise was giving way to nerves. “I don’t know. It was just… really sensitive there.”
Mira raised a brow. “Sensitive?”
Rumi flushed as Zoey’s eyes widened. “Ohhh, it’s ticklish!”
“Don’t be so loud about it!”
“Relax, we’re the only ones here. And anyway, it’s not like we don’t know that you’re ticklish.”
The word seemed to make Rumi cringe further each time it was said. “Not like that. It was like… extra sensitive. My leg isn’t even really a… well, you know, a sensitive spot.”
There was a moment of silence as the three women stared at Rumi’s legs, her patterns pulsing softly. Slowly, Mira reached out and traced her leg, but below one of her patterns on clear skin. Goosebumps rose over the skin, but otherwise Rumi didn’t react. She moved upwards slightly so that her fingers skimmed the patterns. Rumi hissed, ducking her shoulders and slapping at Mira’s hand.
“It’s the patterns.” Mira’s eyes were wide with a curious kind of wonder. “I think they’re making you more ticklish.”
“What?” Rumi frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why the hell would patterns have anything to do with… that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because they’re based on heightened emotions so, heightened sensitivity? I guess we haven’t really tickled you since they appeared for good, so we probably just hadn’t noticed till now.” She paused, a glimmer entering her eyes. “We should totally test this out.”
“What?” Rumi jerked away from them, scrambling back on the couch. “No, no, we should not test it out!”
“Oh, c’mon Rumi, it would be fun!” Zoey insisted, snagging her ankle before she could fully get away. She examined her leg wonderingly. “Oh wow, so if it’s all your patterns you must be hyper ticklish everywhere, huh? Because they’re all up your torso and everything…” She trailed off with a grin. “Does this mean I might finally win at tickle fights?”
A poke to her side had her flailing away. “Don’t get too excited,” Mira commented. “You’re still the easiest target among us.”
Zoey stuck her tongue out, only to be met with a rude middle finger to the face. There was a moment of brief hope that they might go after each other instead, but no such luck. Rumi squeaked when two sets of nails began tracing over her trapped calf, flailing for a nearby pillow to hug and bury her face into.
“Guhuhuys!” she giggled softly, tugging at her leg but certainly not enough to actually get away—a fact the two of them definitely picked up on. “C-Cut it ohohout!”
“Wow, you really are more ticklish!” Zoey exclaimed. “I’ve never seen you get this frantic before!”
It was true. The sensation was unlike anything Rumi had experienced before. There was something strange about spontaneously becoming ticklish in an area that you were never ticklish before. With each pass of their nails, she found herself surprised by the electric spark of feeling that shot through her and made her jump in her seat. It wasn’t overwhelmingly ticklish, necessarily, but it was certainly heightened past what she was used to dealing with.
Mira reached up experimentally to scribble fingers over her sides, and Rumi squealed, twisting away and jerking her arms down quickly to block her. “Stop that!”
“Does it tickle more?”
“Yehehes, so stop it—nohoho!”
Both of them pounced on her, wrestling to get her arms over her head while tickling anywhere and everywhere that they could in the meantime. And by god did it tickle. Rumi cackled wildly, kicking her legs as she attempted to squirm her way off of the couch. If this was here for good, she was really in trouble. She wasn’t sure if she could take this level of tickling all the time.
“Plehehease! Ihihihi cahahan’t t-tahahake it—nahahat thehEHEHERE!” Rumi yelped as Mira managed to get her arms up at last, revealing a cluster of patterns that twisted down her arms to meet her sides. Her eyes widened and she shook her head at their expressions. “Guys no, really, not there, that’s already bad enough on its own!”
Mira and Zoey exchanged a look, pursing their lips. Rumi squirmed in the tense silence. At last, Zoey declared, “We will. On one condition. Anytime you complain about your patterns, we reserve the right to tickle you senseless until you agree that they’re a part of you.”
“A badass part of you,” Mira added and the other nodded empathetically.
Rumi blanched. “Why the hell would I agree to that?”
Zoey shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps because otherwise, we’re going to go to town on your armpits, a fate I don’t think you’re fully prepared to face.”
It was an impossible situation. Rumi wasn’t sure she really could let the issue go, and she certainly couldn’t handle getting tickled that much, especially in this state. But on the other hand, the thought of both of them tickling her armpits with so many patterns there had her shivering in anticipation.
She pouted slightly, narrowing her eyes. “I feel like this ends badly for me either way.”
“Maybe.” Mira poked her ribs and Rumi flinched hard back into the couch. “But it works out great for us, so either way we’re good.”
Seconds ticked by as Rumi weighed the two decisions out. What she needed was time to decide the impossible decision, but Zoey had started wiggling fingers closer and closer to her armpits, causing a bright, flustered blush to overtake Rumi’s features. “Better choose soon! My fingers can only wait so long~”
“S-Stop that,” Rumi giggled, unable to help herself. She could practically feel it on her skin. Despite her nerves, she couldn’t look away, her gaze glued to her hands. “C’mon Zoey, this isn’t fair!”
“One… two…”
“How am I supposed to stop talking about it?!”
“Two and a half!”
“Fine!” Rumi squeezed her eyes shut. “Just get it over with—ahahAHAHA!”
She practically levitated off of the couch with a shriek as they both struck, her heels digging into the cushion. It was every bit as bad as she had anticipated and worse. She quickly burst into a fit of giggles, unable to even get out pleas anymore over her laughter. She tugged hard on her arms, sure she would have given anything in that moment to make it stop—to alleviate the burst of electricity crowding out all her senses. Even Mira and Zoey blinked in surprise at the reaction, amusement and concern fighting for dominance over their expressions. After only a few seconds of this, they pulled back almost as quickly as they had begun.
She felt a hand on her arm and flinched slightly, still breathless from the sudden attack. “Hey, sorry, we didn’t mean to go so overboard,” Zoey apologized, smiling guiltily. “I mean in our defense, I don’t know how we could have anticipated that, but still. We only wanted to make you feel better about your patterns—cheer you up a little, y’know?”
“It’s okay,” Zoey said cheerfully, waving off her protests. “We just noticed one day that you almost never fight back when we do this. And it’s one of the few things we can do to get you to actually relax when you’re freaking out in that little, frazzled mind of yours. It’s not a judgement.”
“It’s cute,” Mira added, if only to heighten Rumi’s blush. “But Zoey’s right. We might have taken things a bit too far. We can keep talking about your patterns if you want, or we could do something else to help distract you for a bit.”
The two were staring at her with such loving concern that Rumi couldn’t help but melt a little. It was sometimes too easy to forget that she probably could come to them more with this stuff, especially since everything was finally on the table. She had been bottling things up for so long that she’d nearly forgotten how to accept help—even if it came in unconventional formats.
She squirmed under their gaze, staring off at some random panel on the ceiling instead. “C-Could you keep doing the uh, the tickling thing actually? I think it was helping, maybe just a bit. Just not under my arms!” She was quick to amend, squeezing her arms subconsciously to her sides. Perhaps another day she would let them explore that, for her enjoyment as much as theirs, but for now it was comfort that she needed. “But my calves might be alright.”
The two grinned widely and Rumi had just a second to feel nervous before she was giggling like crazy into her pillow once more, her worries, at least temporarily, melting away under the bliss of the moment.
just a doodle this time, i loved the sketch sm i didnt wanna ruin it HELPEME
I FORGOR TO DRAW THEIR SUITS IDC LETS PRETEND THE ATMOSPHERE DOESNT EXIST AND THEY CAN HUG
i promise i will at some point draw something other than lee grace im sorry i have not had a fixation in a million years and my brain is so starved that its actually tweaking
im sincerely sorry for my hyperfixating shenanegains I PROMISE ILL DRAW SOMETHING ELSE SOON HEFOKFJKRN
LMAOOOO HE HAS NO CLUE bc he's like "that's so normal!!" And he just loves to see people smile and laugh while ALSO annoying them a little bit bc he's a D1 younger sibling at heart. He's also LETHAL when he teases bc teasing is ALSO second nature to him. Sam and Damien know that first hand.
And while you WOULD think Damien got the worst of it with Mark since he's such an asshole, it's so second nature to him that he's basically an equal opertunity teaser. Reguardless of how much Sam looks like she's going to combust every time he does it to her.
Oh for sure not to mention he's around Sam a lot more and his interactions with her are probably a lot more,,,, affectionate to say the least
I feel like he'd be a tad softer with Sam though, because he knows behind her flustered attitude she is a bit of an anxious mess that will take things too seriously at times. So in-between teases is softer affection and reassurances, just to let her know that all of the teasing is fully lighthearted and meant in good fun.
But she would be so easy to fluster. It took him a while to get her used to pointing out how she's not pulling away, because at first that would absolutely make her pull away because oh god what if he's judging her for enjoying it, what if she's not responding in a normal way? But after a few weeks of doing it, she'll just pout and blush and look anywhere but at him while he keeps tickling her and sometimes, if she's feeling brave, even quip back like "oh, like you do? Don't think I haven't noticed that, you Bryants aren't as sneaky as you think"
And all this change not to say that WADSWORTH has stopped tickling THEM.
Despite the fact that yeah it won't ever be the same, she still enjoys doing it. It's almost like a power trip for her. And, as she would defend, it's multiple use thing. It can be used to get someone to tell you what you want to know, to distract them, etc..
Owen receives the brunt of it for sure, especially after Joan leaves the am, because he's just SUCH an easy target and he simply never hears Ellie come up behind him until it's too late for him. And God does something in his mind IMMEDIATELY want to grab her, retaliate, anything like the old days but he knows that's not an option anymore. Aside from maybe once or twice where he's gotten the jump on her.
Yes yes YES Owen would for sure be a constant target. I feel like she wouldn't target Joan anymore, the trust is too broken and strange there for that to not rupture things entirely, but Owen is such a yes man and a door mat that it's hard not to
Your most recent drabble is very accurate to their dynamic you're so right. And Owen is always so frustrated because she clearly wants it, she wants that dynamic, but if he WERE to do anything she'd for sure fucking call HR on his ass because she's petty and it simply cannot be known that she wants that to happen. And he knows it so he doesn't. But he'll tease her occasionally, indirectly, hinting at the idea of what she might want.
And he can never call her out for tickling him, because in truth he does want it and he doesn't have that with Joan anymore, so he just takes it and wishes he could reciprocate. And as much as it frustrates him that he's taken advantage of so easily, a part of him is grateful that he can slink into the persona of being a yes man and have THAT be why he allows her to tickle him so much
Just a little something that's been on my mind recently.
"Green, really, what do you think you're doing here? I mean, you know youre going to give in to what I'm telling you anyways. So why not skip the back and forth where you tell me that I need to get more involved and do it myself and just do as I say?" Ellie smirked at the man standing frustratedly in front of her. She had been harder on him recently. Admittedly so. A bit meaner, sure. He deserved it though.
That was what she'd told herself anyways. It was certainly not the fact that Ellie, in her time in the solitude of being an official boss to her friends, began growing lonely. And began missing her friends. And this was the only concrete way she could remember to get their attention. Certainly not.
"Director, forgive me but I just think-"
"What you think, Owen, isn't relevant here."
"Director, I just-"
"Owen, please."
"Ellie you have to-" Owen paused for a moment as he observed Ellie's body language. She had a smirk across her face. Not her usual one, though. A specific smirk. One that he recognized. And she interrupted him at intervals that were specific. She let him get partially through what he was saying, which frustrated him more. But his biggest tip off was her face as he raised his hands in emphasis. Her smirk faltered for just a moment and became... A smile. A real smile. For just a moment, but he caught it anyways.
"Yes, Owen? I have to what?"
"Ellie are you..." He took another moment to look at her. "Ellie do you want something?"
"Excuse me?"
A very slight smirk tugged at Owens lips. It wasn't malicious. If anything it was fond. Ellie had began getting flushed in her cheeks. It was sometimes difficult to dissern, but not when you had spend years pointing it out. "I said do you want something, Director? I can't help but feeling there's something you want to gain out of this encounter. And, if there is, you should put it forth and say so."
