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 What I Wonât Write:
. X-reader fics
. Fics about peopleâs ocs
. AUâs (with the exception of college AUâs on occasion)
. Furry content (some exceptions are made, in regards to things like Beastars or Helluva Boss, it just kind of depends)
. Fics for fandoms I donât know (I wonât be able to do it justice otherwise)
. Non-con (can be negotiated to a degree, depending on what youâre going for)
. Extreme BDSM/kinky content (this is largely because I am uneducated in a lot of those areas and donât want to misrepresent those communities; some stuff may be okay, however, so feel free to reach out and ask!)
. Fics that are non-tickling related
. Adult + child ticklingÂ
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. Pretty much anything not on the above list ^^
. NSFW (it will be posted on my NSFW blog, which I can provide a link for if the commissioner asks)
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. Tickling related content
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Notes: A commission for @sex-typo! You have no idea how fun this was to work on, this game has taken over my brain these past few months, so I loved getting to create something for it. Lyle and Sam have such a fun and creepy dynamic to play with that works so well for tickling. For anyone who hasn't played this game, you totally should (and check out @sex-typo's incredible artwork for it because it is truly top notch--fair warning that some is NSFW). This ran a tad longer than it was meant to, but I couldn't bear to cut it short lol. Thank you so much for commissioning, I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Lyle discovers through some less than honorable means that Sam has a thing for tickling, and decides to explore further.
It was a quiet evening. Though it was faint, Lyle could make out the soft, pattering feet of that disgusting rat creature Sam kept around, its creepy, pitchy voice squeaking something out about a story. Not that Lyle could judge, necessarily. He usually tried not to think about his own form too much. It was one thing to see himself in the mirror every day when he got up to brush his teeth, but it was another thing entirely for someone like Sam to see him. But if Sam could love something like that, perhaps there was hope after all.
ââŚlater. Itâs getting late. You should head to bed.â
Samâs voice. Lyle would recognize that sound anymore. His heart sped up slightly, and he shifted closer to the vent, not wanting to miss so much as a syllable.
There was a disgruntled noise, likely the rat child pouting, but eventually the pattering feet skittered further away and there was a click as Sam presumably closed his door behind him. Briefly, Lyle wondered if it was possible to set up security cameras in his apartment. That would take time, though, and that place was always infested with all manners of ruffians and vagabonds that Sam let stay there. Though it was inconvenient, it did warm his heart to think that Sam, who had no reason to trust anyone in their strange, corrupted building, was always doing his best to help out others. Lyle wasnât sure he would be able to do the same in his situation.
There was the clicking of computer keys and Lyle shook his head, focusing once more on the task at hand. Probably browsing the internet before bed. Now that Lyle could check on. He pulled out his own phone, pulling up the screen sharing app heâd installed one morning. Samâs screen flashed across the device.
And it was⌠porn? No, not porn. Videos, for sure, and some were naked, but they certainly werenât doing anything that Lyle would consider particularly pornographic. They were tickling each other. Or in this case, one guy was getting tickled by another, and by the looks of it quite intensely. The man was restrained to a bed while the other straddled his waist, his fingers plucking away at his ribs with a cruel, intense rhythm, Lyle continued watching for a few moments in surprise before quickly shutting the app down, heart racing.
What the hell was that?
Lyle sat back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tickling. He wouldnât have pegged Sam as someone who would be into that. In truth, he wouldnât have pegged anyone as someone who would be into that. His own memories of the time before the Visitor always sat hazier and hazier at the edge of his mind the more time that went by. Still, he could remember quite distinctly the feeling of being tickledâmostly in his childhood, and a few, stumbling and awkward moments with the few romantic partners heâd held in his life. None of them were very pleasant memories. Â
Did Sam want to be tied up and tickled? Or did he want to do the tickling? Briefly, he imagined being restrained while tickled and shuddered. The thought of Samâs hands all over him was overwhelmingly nice, but for something like that?
He would have to do more investigation. He opened up the app once more, curling his legs in as he flopped onto his side and stared at it. He continued watching for another twenty minutes at least and three more videos. Though he couldnât understand the appeal in the tickling himself, there was something salaciously vicarious about knowing that Sam enjoyed it. His face was hot and flushed by the time Samâs screen went dark, indicating that his laptop had been shut off.
Yes, more investigation was needed indeed.
It took some doing, but he did it. The next morning, he negotiated a deal with that cute if aggravating brat next door to get Sam and convince him to come with her to investigate a supposed noise down the hall. He had to give up fifty bucks for it and a vague, undescribed favor for later, but it was worth it. It would have been better to wait for an opportunity, but he was meeting Sam at his apartment for dinner the next evening and he wanted to have this done before then.
Setting up the security camera was easy enough. Heâd always been good with cameras before, but now it was as though a part of him was attuned to them, like he had a direct line of communication or something. He set one up in each room just to be careful. They were tiny things, barely noticeableâhopefully. He skittered out just in time as he heard them rounding the corner, breathing a sigh of relief once he reached the stairs.
There wasnât any guarantee Sam would even watch anything tonight, but he needed to see his reactions if he did. Surely heâd be able to divine something from that.
He spent the evening puttering around, too excited to work on any of his current projects. He checked the cameras every so often, but Sam usually spent the day exploring, so it was often just filled with children running around or his unnerving âfriendsâ rifling through his fridge.
Around 7, Sam finally returned. Heâd obtained some kind of cut on his arm, and there was a small trickle of blood leaking onto his shirt. Lyle fantasized about how he would bandage it up for him, cleaning the woundâSam staring up at him with grateful eyes, the heat of his body so close Lyle could almost touch him.
Finally, Sam went to his room for the night and, just as he had hoped, began watching one of the videos. Lyle straightened up in his seat. This was it. The video started playing, a guy and a girl this time, the guy attached to some kind of giant cross.
Lyle began to have doubts about his porn theory. Sam wasnât doing any of the usual things one would typically do. He didnât touch himself or anything like that. Instead, he just⌠watched it. His features were pretty impassive overall, as expressionless as if he were scrolling social media. But as Lyle watched further, he noticed more subtle changes. Samâs face had begun to darken, a gentle flush overtaking his ears and neck. The more intense the tickling got, the more Samâs arms would twitch and tighten against his sides, his leg bouncing rapidly under the desk. By the end of the video, he was curled almost entirely into his chair.
Lyleâs palms began to sweat, his camera subconsciously focusing, as it did when he got excited. Well, well, well. He still wasnât sure he quite got this tickling thing, but he did enjoy what it was doing to Sam. He had never seen the man so nervous before. He wished he could be the one causing the strange reaction, watching Samâs face screw up and his eyes dart away from him.
Heâd been so lost in thought, he almost hadnât noticed Sam getting up to go over to his bed. But Sam had started to pull up his T-shirt and he definitely noticed that. He blinked rapidly a couple of times. Surely he wasnât⌠no, no he wasnât, his shirt remained on as well as everything else, just rucked up to his chest.
What is he doing?
On screen, Sam swallowed nervously. He glanced over at the door, but there was no sound from the other side. Slowly, he placed his hand on his stomach. Then his fingers began to move.
Lyle inhaled sharply. He was tickling himself. Oh god. His heart squeezed. He couldnât decide if this was incredibly cute or hot. Perhaps both. Samâs fingers moved with a hesitant practice, always pausing every so often so he could make sure the door remained closed. Lyle watched him intently. Though his touch traveled all over his torso, they returned to his stomach quite often, spidering and occasionally pinching at the skin. It was obvious it didnât really tickle when he did it, but Samâs stomach quivered and his other hand fisted in the sheets. It must be a pretty ticklish spot to have such a reaction with only himself.
Lyle was so absorbed in watching that he was startled when Sam abruptly stopped with a curse under his breath. His hand fell to his side.
âWhat the hell am I doingâŚ? You spend too much damn time in this apartment.â
He continued grumbling to himself as he curled up under the sheets before eventually his complaints made way for gentle breathing.
Well. That solved one thing. It seemed that Sam wanted to be tickled. Quite a bit if what he had just seen was any indication. And Lyle was to see him tomorrowâjust the two of him alone in his apartment.
Lyle smirked, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of how to use this new information.
He was nervous when he arrived. It was only their second date, and even that Lyle had been sure he would cancel last minute. Although date was probably an exaggeration. Their first had been in Lyleâs apartment, shortly after their first kiss, and the pulsating flesh against the door and inside his bedroom had been enough to put them off from doing anything more than awkwardly chatting. But there had been a moment at the end of the last date where it had seemed like maybe Sam was going to go in for more than just a hug. In the end, he hadnât done either, conceding to clapping his shoulder and nodding before whirling around.
Of course, Lyleâs plans for tonight involved much more than just a potential kiss.
Sam seemed tired when he opened the door. The circles under his eyes had been getting worse the longer they stayed trapped in this apartment. He probably wasnât sleeping alright. The apartment was blessedly empty; Sam had sent them out on a looting mission till ten, so they had the next few hours to themselves.
âHey,â Sam said, his face brightening a little when he saw the other. âI wasnât sure if you were actually going to come. These halls are so dangerous lately.â
Lyle smiled, trying not to seem too overeager. âO-Of course! I wouldnât miss it.â
Sam stepped aside, and he shuffled in as the door closed behind them. All alone. The apartment looked tidier than usual, aside from the ever-present roaches.
âI tried to clean but there werenât any clean rags, and the laundry room isnât exactly workingâŚâ Sam trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. âAnyway. This is it. This is the place.â
Right. In theory, he had never been here before. Lyle took an extra moment to look around, taking it all in with wide eyes and an appraising hum. âIt looks nice,â he offered and Sam flushed a little. Oh, what a wonderful feeling that was. And just like that, the urge to try out this new information heâd learned reared its insistent head once more.
Not yet, Lyle. Wait for the right moment.
What proceeded was a small tour that ended with them sitting on the couch together, each with their own glass of whiskey. Alcohol, strangely, seemed abundant in their building even though it was difficult to get ahold of any other beverages. They chatted for a bit about their own experiences in the apocalypse and more basic stuff, like siblings, pets, their shitty jobs. Sam didnât seem to quite remember him even though he insisted he did, but Lyle didnât really mind. He didnât mind much if he could be next to the other.
âSo yeah, I ended up nearly getting fired for keeping the movie, but what the hell did they care? It was a shitty movie and a shitty job, and we sold so many anyway, I donât see what harm it caused.â Sam shook his head fondly, a small laugh slipping out. And how Lyle wanted to pounce on him then and there. He realized he had never really heard Sam laugh, not actually. He wondered what it would be like. He wondered if he would squirm when he did it or beg. He wondered how ticklish he was.
Trying very hard to be casual about it, Lyle reached out and poked him in the side. âI didnât peg you as a troublemaker.â
Sam flinched. Hard. He blinked, seemingly surprised by his own reaction, before coughing and shifting on the couch. âUh, yeah. At times, anyway. I was just really done with their crap, yâknow?â
Bingo.
After that, Lyle wasnât able to control himself. All of his nerves about touching Sam or causing him to catch on disappeared in the thrill of watching the otherâs reactions. Everything he said was an excuse to poke him or squeeze his knee or nudge his side. And it was clearly getting to him. After only ten minutes of this, Sam was a jumpy mess, flinching before Lyle even moved. His eyes were locked on Lyleâs hands like he was trying to plan their next move. Lyle wasnât sure if he even realized how obvious he was being. Occasionally, Sam would stare at him with his eyes narrowed as if trying to figure something out. Then, Lyle would back off for a minute or two, but he couldnât seem to stop himself for long.
Sam had been doing a good job not reacting too obviously, infuriatingly enough for Lyle who wanted an excuse to really tickle him. But when one of his pokes landed too close to his stomach, Sam let out a noise that sounded very much like a squeak before shoving Lyleâs hand away.
They both stared at Samâs hand on his, at the other hand clutching his stomach in protection. His hand was rougher than Lyle had expected. More callouses. His mouth felt dry.
âSam,â Lyle said slowly, trying to tamp down his own excitement. âAre you ticklish?â
Immediately, red bloomed bright over Samâs features. His hand tightened on Lyleâs. âUm. A bit. Isnât everyone?â
His tone was anything but casual, though he was clearly intending it to be. There was a shy smile across his features, like someone who was caught in a lie and wasnât sure if you were going to be upset or not. It was cute. Very cute. So cute, in fact, that Lyle might go crazy if he didnât tickle him right then and there.
He shouldnât have said it. There was every chance Sam would say no or kick him out. He should have just gone for it. But it slipped out anyway.
âSam⌠Iâm going to tickle you.â
The room was filled with electricity. Samâs eyes were stuck to him, his mouth open slightly as he blinked and processed the announcement. He didnât say anything for several moments, nor did he when Lyleâs hand, still under his, interlaced their fingers and rose it up, bringing his other hand up as well. From beneath his robe there was the skittering of many legs and Samâs eyes widened as he saw a flash of Lyleâs true form, still mostly obscured by his cloak. Then, Lyle struck.
Sam did giggle. He giggled quite a lot, apparently. Lyleâs legs dug and squirmed and poked into Samâs body with a careful, experimental determination that was apparently very effective. Even Lyle himself sometimes wasnât sure whether his extra appendages were meant to be arms or legs, as they seemed to serve either purpose. They each had a few toes (fingers?) on each of them that allowed him to wiggle into Samâs sweater and pinch at the nervous, twitching flesh beneath. Samâs arms trembled in his grip, but Lyle could tell he wasnât pulling as hard as he could have been.
Although Iâd be curious to see what he did look like struggling. A flush of hot, warm sensation shot through Lyle that he tried to shake off. He couldnât go too overboard yet. Even if the people in those videos did⌠even if he wasnât sure if Sam would stop himâŚ
âYouâre pretty ticklish,â Lyle said wonderingly, scratching at the spot under his arms that was making Sam whineâwhine!âand wriggle violently. âThis must be, like, intense for you.â
It certainly looked like it was. Lyle was only using six hand-feet at the moment, two under his arms, two at his sides, and two that plucked at his ribs. He had more, but this alone was causing Sam to squirm frantically, arching his back and kicking his legs uselessly. And it was rather a lot. Back when he was still human, something like this might have made Lyle beg much faster than Sam wasâeven though it undeniably tickled the man somewhat fierce.
Lyleâs comment seemed to do something to him though. Sam let out a strangled sound, shaking his head. He was refusing to look at Lyle during this process, boring a hole into the left wall with his eyes instead. âL-Lyhyhyhyhyle!â He struggled for a moment, laughter stealing away his speech, but all he could get out again was, âLyle!â
Lyle paused, startled by the sudden exclamation. Then he grinned, a slow, cautious thing, and rose a brow. âThat is my name,â he agreed, amusement and a sudden, unexplored sadism fighting for a spot at the forefront of his mind. âWas there something you needed?â
Two more hands, pinching at his knees now. Sam squeaked, his legs now bicycling and thumping against the couch. Clearly a ticklish spot. He just couldnât stop laughing. Lyle, who had never been allowed to hear the sound before, now was inundated with a never-ending wave of Samâs laughter that washed through the apartment and somehow made everything just a little bit brighter than before.
âCâmon,â Lyle continued teased, pinching further up his legs. This sent Sam scrambling into a mess of giggles as he fought to squirm back into the couch. âIs something bothering you? Perhaps thereâs somewhere else you want me to go for?â
Two of his legs reached for his stomach but Sam recoiled quickly, his arms shooting out of his grip in protection. Lyle paused, worried for a moment that he had overstepped. But Sam didnât seem angry or annoyed. He just coughed, awkwardly wavering one hand as explanation. âSorry. Itâs, uh, hard to keep my hands up.â
The image of the video flashed in Lyleâs mind. He clicked his legs together nervously before suggesting, âI could do something about that. Make it so they canât move.â
There was that look again, that nervous, wide-eyed doe look that Lyle was quickly picking up didnât mean he was uncomfortable per se but rather⌠embarrassed? Flustered? Possibly horny, though Lyle didnât want to read into things too much. But definitely into it. Sam didnât say anything, but Lyle had the feeling he wasnât going to. So, he acted for him.
It all happened so fast that Sam only had time to gasp as his hands were restrained over his head, bound tightly by what looked like film tape. Lyle secured it around the back of the couch and sat back. Sam sat stunned, trussed up and blushing like a young girl on her first dateâlike this didnât look like something out of a horror film to anyone else.
Then, before he could overthink it, he dove back in.
Sam reacted perfectly. The moment Lyleâs hands touched down on his stomach, his head shot back with a bark of laughter, and he began really struggling in a way he hadnât before. Not that it did him a lot of good like this.
He thought back on the video. The guy in that did a lot of teasing, and from what Lyle could deduce, it seemed to make things worse. He felt a little silly, but he said, âY-You look pretty cute like thisâall helpless.â
Samâs ears tinted pink and he shook his head, as if that would somehow block out Lyleâs words. He was laughing too hard to speak, but he shot him a pleading look that seemed to translate shut up pretty well. Emboldened by the reaction, Lyle continued on, a bit more confidently this time.
âItâs a real shame, since you seem to be so ticklish. Especially this belly. Very ticklish here.â
âN-Nohohoho!â Sam managed, squeezing his eyes shut. He squealed when Lyleâs hands slipped under his shirt, scribbling over the sensitive skin there. He couldnât stop squirming around, seemingly desperate to get Lyle off the spot. âD-Donât!â
It was almost exactly like the guy in the video. Lyle almost pointed this out before realizing this would reveal his own deception in this process, something he definitely did not need Sam knowing aboutânot if this relationship was going to go anywhere. Instead, he tickled him harder until Sam was giggling too much to possibly say anything else. Almost every laugh, every protest, seemed to match perfectly with the content Sam had been watching. With, of course, the exception that Sam seemed much more ticklish than any of the other guys had been. Sometimes Lyle would play games with it to see if he could get the exact same reaction with each technique. It only worked some of the time, but it was fun to watch Sam almost incredulously fall to pieces at how ticklish it all was.
Lyle was having so much fun, he almost didnât realize how long he had been at it. Partly because Sam hadnât said anything. He struggled, sure, and pleaded with Lyle, but never about the tickling itself. It was always not that spot or no teasing but never stop tickling. And Lyle had no problem going along with his passivity. There was something strangely thrilling about tickling Sam and feeling the other man squirm underneath him, his body gradually growing more flushed and hot and his laughter developing into strange, animalistic sounds that made Lyle a tad breathless.
He had never seen this side of Sam beforeâferal and desperate. Perhaps a bit of it, in combat, but never as vulnerable as this.
Sam really loved this. Sam really loved being tickled by Lyle.
Lyle couldnât give that up just yet.
The only reason he even noticed the time passing was the sound of a knock at the door. Shit. It must have been ten already. And here Sam was, half delirious with laughter and looking like Lyle had done much more peverse things to him than just a bit of tickling.
Quick as a flash, Lyle released the film, freeing Sam and allowing him to slump over in an exhausted heap. Lyle wasnât even sure Sam noticed the knocking. Glancing around nervously, Lyle eventually decided to scoop the man up in his arms and carry him into the bedroom. He laid Sam down, the other just beginning to become aware of his surroundings once more and headed to the doorway. Samâs shirt was trussed up, his jeans tugged down slightly so that the edge of his boxers peeked out from the top. Lyle hesitated for a moment, lamenting how attractive Sam was like this and how he certainly couldnât stay any longer to drink it in. He shut the door and raced around to the front door, closing his cloak around him.
He pushed it open to Hellen, Sophie, and Joel staring at him with wide eyes.
âLyle?â Sophie asked incredulously, tilting her head. âWhat are you doing here?â
âUm!â Lyle said, twittering his fingers together. âOn a playdate! I mean, just a friendly visit. Discussing photography and such. Anyways! Sam is very tired and had to go to bed, as do I, so if you donât mindâ"
He pushed past them, quickly heading back to his floor. As he fled, he heard Hellen murmur behind him, âWhat a weirdo.â
Back in his room at last, Lyle collapsed on his bed, heart racing. He couldnât get the memory of Sam saying his name through half-crazed laughter out of his mind. What was that? And more importantlyâŚ
What was he supposed to do the next time he saw Sam??
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.
âComfy?â
The avatar snorted, rolling her shoulders. âExceedingly. I donât know if you applied these correctly, I feel like I could get out of this easily if I wanted to.â
âI suppose itâs a good thing you donât want to then.â
Korra flushed, averting her gaze. âYou donât have to point it out like that.â
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.
âYouâll need your sleep too, you know,â heâd said, casting them both disapproving looks. Theyâd 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. Heâd gotten that confession out of her a while ago. Ever since then, heâd 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.
âBolin,â she said slowly after sheâd sat back up. She picked at her nails, grateful that the moonlight was faint tonight and her features were hidden in the darkness. âW-Would you ever want to tickle me more?â
There was a snort. âKorra, I tickle you every day. I mean, Iâm willing, but Iâm afraid youâre gonna have to be more specific than that.â
âLikeâŚâ Korra waved her hand ambiguously. âLike for longer, I guess.â
She could feel Bolin staring at her, but she didnât dare glance his way. âI mean, I would, but I can barely hold you still for the bit that I do.â
Korra inhaled sharply. It was now or never.
âI bet you could if I was tied up.â
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 heâd 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 didnât budge. She tried again, this time truly exerting effort. They didnât move so much as an inch. Her breathing quickened.
âSomeone feeling a bit stuck?â 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. âWhatâs wrong? Worried youâre a bit too ticklish for something like this?â
Korra blushed, just the mention of the word ticklish making her stomach squirm. âNo. Iâll be fine. Youâve tickled me tons of times before.â
âI have,â he agreed, and the look he gave her then sent a shiver down her spine. âBut I think youâve forgotten that all those times mean that I know exactly where youâre ticklish. And thereâs nothing you can do to stop me this time.â
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 couldnât move them. She inhaled sharply. Fuck. Fuck.
âWow,â Bolin said lightly, appraising her. âYou donât normally get so reactive so quickly.â
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.
Bolinâs brows shot up. âWoah-hoh, someoneâs asking for it now. Get ready to squeal, Korra.â
Ten fingers buzzed into her stomach all at once and Korra twitched violently before throwing her head back in a cackling fit. âB-Bohoholin! Thahahat tihihickles!â
âGood. That must mean Iâm doing something right.â
âStahahap s-stop plehehease!â
âMmm, Iâll think about it and get back to you, if thatâs okay.â
That cheekyâŚ! 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. âOkahay, okay, okay, j-just gohoho somewhere else for a biHIHIT!â
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. âWhatâs in it for me? Or better yet, whatâs in it for you? You wanted to be tickled, right?â
âIhihiââ
âRight?â
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?
âSo, if thatâs the case,â he reasoned, as casually as though they were discussing strategies for their next tournament. âThen if this really tickles as bad as you say it does, maybe I should just stay here.â
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 bitânot enough that Korra could quite get ahold of her laughter, though. âHere, Iâll cut you a deal. We want to make this tickle, right? So, if you can offer me a more ticklish spot, Iâll go there and leave your poor stomach alone. Sound fair?â
âNohohoho!â Korra squawked indignantly, but Bolin only laughed, continuing to torment her ruthlessly.
âFine then. But Iâm not stopping until you do.â
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.
âM-my thihihighs!â she blurted, inspiration coming to her, but Bolin just shook his head.
âNope, I said more ticklish. I know all your spots, remember? It has to be a real answer or Iâm not going for it.â
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.
âMy rihihihibs!â
âHeard.â
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. âIâm impressed. I would have thought youâd gone for a smaller jump up, like your sides or something. But now that weâre here, you know the rules: we stay here until you suggest somewhere else.â
âS-Shuhuhut up with your ahaa p-patronizing vohohoice!â 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 heâd 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 sheâd felt in weeks and like she wanted to kill Bolin. She managed her ribs for longer than she had thought sheâd 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 otherâs 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.
Bolinâs eyes widened, though to his credit he didnât slow down at all. âWoah, calm down. Makoâs gonna get suspicious if this place is a wreck when he gets back.â
âGehehehehet ohohoff! Get off get off get ohohoff!â Korra was too forgone to engage in teasing, only able to laugh and tug frantically at her trapped foot. âPlehehehease!â
The feeling was hundreds of blunt pinpricks running over her soles, frazzling the nerves in her feet so that she couldnât 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.
âStahahap ihihit!â she begged, true sincerity in her voice, though the lack of a safeword said everything about how much she actually meant it. âIhihit tihihihickles! Ihihi cahahanât p-please!â
âYou know the rules~â
She did. She hated that she did, but she did. There was only one spot leftâunder 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 couldnât stop it.
âFuhuhucking ahaharmpits, juhuhust stahahap!â
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 sheâd 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. âReady?â
Korra tensed, giggling nervously already. âNo.â
âToo bad.â
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.
âAre you ready for me to pull out my ultimate move?â Bolin asked, arching a brow.
Korraâs eyes shot open. âNo. No nohohoho no, whahahatever it ihis noâahahaha BOHOHOLIN!â
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 couldnât speak for laughing, could only thrash about it and hope for a mercy that wasnât about to come. Heâd never done this before. She had no idea something could tickle so much. She certainly wouldnât 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. âGet it together, holy shit! If only your enemies knew this was your weakness. Youâd never catch a break.â
Korra didnât 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.
âGot something you want to say? A certain word, perhaps?â
With the tickling gone and that condescending smirk glittering on his features, Korraâs pride flared up unwisely. Turning her head to the side, she shrugged, ignoring how breathless she sounded. âPlease. I could have easily bucked you off. That barely even tickled.â
Bolin blinked in surprise. Then he narrowed his eyes. âOh, youâre asking for it, miss avatar. Iâm about to make you scream. Better hope you remember the safeword then.â
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? đ"
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 canât get pedicures because itâs 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 đĽđĽ 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. Sheâd 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 werenât 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 didnât feel stressed. She didnât feel angry. She didnât feel sad. So why the hell were they still there?
Zoey and Mira, at least, were supportive about it.
âI mean, we donât know why theyâre still there.â 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 Rumiâs legs where the patterns spiraled and cracked all over her skin. âThey could just be a part of you now. It might not mean anything.â
âA part of me,â Rumi deadpanned. âAmazing.â
âThatâs not what I meantââ
âOh, so you didnât mean that I might permanently be part demon forever?â Rumi swiveled on her helplessly. âThat 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?â
Zoey pressed her lips together, unable to deny the accusation.
Gently, Mira placed a hand on Rumiâs shoulder. âThat doesnât have to be a bad thing. Jinu was a demon, so they canât all be bad.â 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. âAnd we already know youâre a good person, so that has to be the case.â
âThe world knows youâre a good person,â Zoey chirped helpfully.
âSo donât worry about it. Who cares why the patterns are there? Maybe you are a demon for good.â Though the other girl flinched at the accusation, Mira just squeezed her shoulder harder. âThat doesnât have to define what you do with your life. Youâll always have us.â
Rumi worried at her lip. Her patterns seemed to shine brighter under the TV glow, horribly lit up against her skin. âYeah,â she agreed, though her tone was unconvincing. âMaybe.â
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 otherâs shoulder and Mira ran her fingers through her hair. A while passed by like this, the only sound that of the narratorâs comforting voice on the screen as they both felt the tension gradually ease out of her. Not completelyânever completely.
âWell,â Zoey said after a moment. She traced her fingers casually over the marks on her calf, head tilted. âThey are kind of pretty. I meanââ
But whatever she was going to say got lost after Rumiâs reaction. The moment Zoeyâs 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 Zoeyâs touch. âDonât!â
âDonât what?â Zoey frowned. She repeated the gesture and Rumi yelped, slinking down and flapping her hands quickly. âAre you okay??â
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. âI donât know. It was just⌠really sensitive there.â
Mira raised a brow. âSensitive?â
Rumi flushed as Zoeyâs eyes widened. âOhhh, itâs ticklish!â
âDonât be so loud about it!â
âRelax, weâre the only ones here. And anyway, itâs not like we donât know that youâre ticklish.â
The word seemed to make Rumi cringe further each time it was said. âNot like that. It was like⌠extra sensitive. My leg isnât even really a⌠well, you know, a sensitive spot.â
There was a moment of silence as the three women stared at Rumiâs 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 didnât react. She moved upwards slightly so that her fingers skimmed the patterns. Rumi hissed, ducking her shoulders and slapping at Miraâs hand.
âItâs the patterns.â Miraâs eyes were wide with a curious kind of wonder. âI think theyâre making you more ticklish.â
âWhat?â Rumi frowned. âThat doesnât make any sense. Why the hell would patterns have anything to do with⌠that?â
She shrugged. âI donât know. Maybe because theyâre based on heightened emotions so, heightened sensitivity? I guess we havenât really tickled you since they appeared for good, so we probably just hadnât noticed till now.â She paused, a glimmer entering her eyes. âWe should totally test this out.â
âWhat?â Rumi jerked away from them, scrambling back on the couch. âNo, no, we should not test it out!â
âOh, câmon Rumi, it would be fun!â Zoey insisted, snagging her ankle before she could fully get away. She examined her leg wonderingly. âOh wow, so if itâs all your patterns you must be hyper ticklish everywhere, huh? Because theyâre all up your torso and everythingâŚâ She trailed off with a grin. âDoes this mean I might finally win at tickle fights?â
A poke to her side had her flailing away. âDonât get too excited,â Mira commented. âYouâre still the easiest target among us.â
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.
âGuhuhuys!â she giggled softly, tugging at her leg but certainly not enough to actually get awayâa fact the two of them definitely picked up on. âC-Cut it ohohout!â
âWow, you really are more ticklish!â Zoey exclaimed. âIâve never seen you get this frantic before!â
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 wasnât 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. âStop that!â
âDoes it tickle more?â
âYehehes, so stop itânohoho!â
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 wasnât sure if she could take this level of tickling all the time.
âPlehehease! Ihihihi cahahanât t-tahahake itânahahat thehEHEHERE!â 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. âGuys no, really, not there, thatâs already bad enough on its own!â
Mira and Zoey exchanged a look, pursing their lips. Rumi squirmed in the tense silence. At last, Zoey declared, âWe will. On one condition. Anytime you complain about your patterns, we reserve the right to tickle you senseless until you agree that theyâre a part of you.â
âA badass part of you,â Mira added and the other nodded empathetically. Â
Rumi blanched. âWhy the hell would I agree to that?â
Zoey shrugged. âI donât know. Perhaps because otherwise, weâre going to go to town on your armpits, a fate I donât think youâre fully prepared to face.â
It was an impossible situation. Rumi wasnât sure she really could let the issue go, and she certainly couldnât 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. âI feel like this ends badly for me either way.â
âMaybe.â Mira poked her ribs and Rumi flinched hard back into the couch. âBut it works out great for us, so either way weâre good.â
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 Rumiâs features. âBetter choose soon! My fingers can only wait so long~â
âS-Stop that,â Rumi giggled, unable to help herself. She could practically feel it on her skin. Despite her nerves, she couldnât look away, her gaze glued to her hands. âCâmon Zoey, this isnât fair!â
âOne⌠twoâŚâ
âHow am I supposed to stop talking about it?!â
âTwo and a half!â
âFine!â Rumi squeezed her eyes shut. âJust get it over withâahahAHAHA!â
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 stopâto 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. âHey, sorry, we didnât mean to go so overboard,â Zoey apologized, smiling guiltily. âI mean in our defense, I donât know how we could have anticipated that, but still. We only wanted to make you feel better about your patternsâcheer you up a little, yâknow?â
âItâs okay,â Zoey said cheerfully, waving off her protests. âWe just noticed one day that you almost never fight back when we do this. And itâs one of the few things we can do to get you to actually relax when youâre freaking out in that little, frazzled mind of yours. Itâs not a judgement.â
âItâs cute,â Mira added, if only to heighten Rumiâs blush. âBut Zoeyâs 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.â
The two were staring at her with such loving concern that Rumi couldnât 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 sheâd nearly forgotten how to accept helpâeven if it came in unconventional formats.
She squirmed under their gaze, staring off at some random panel on the ceiling instead. âC-Could you keep doing the uh, the tickling thing actually? I think it was helping, maybe just a bit. Just not under my arms!â 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. âBut my calves might be alright.â
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."
