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@septicsombra
Few words about me🥸
So… hi, again! Been a while since I posted here. 2020 I think, when Sanders Sides was trending… oof.
My bad, life got busy, I went to college and had a break from writing… kind off.
Anyways, here’s the updated chart from @ticklishphyllis and remaining info-dump below for more curious souls:
•My name is Mel, not Sombra, but I react to both xD (Don’t bother why that’s my nickname, I made it up when I was 12)
•I’m a lee/learning-switch, all in for wholesome (even slight torturous) tickles, but NSFW makes me quite uncomfortable
•I write tickle fics and very rarely draw
•I swear and use “XD” instead of “😂🤣🤣”
•I’ve had this account for almost 7 years and still have no idea how tumblr works
•I spam hashtags cause I don’t know any better
•I’m also a nerd, loyal PC gamer, been watching YouTubers since elementary school
•I love The Witcher, Team Fortress, Sanders Sides, Iron Lung, PHM, Ninjago, DRG and many more fandoms I can’t think of atm
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Lastly, I want to thank everyone in the tickle community who made and keeps making this amazing content, fanfics, arts, animations etc from my beloved movies and fandoms. Y’all kickstarted my fanfiction writing hobby🩷 Hopefully some fics will finally make it here :)
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Please keep in mind that THIS IS A TICKLE BLOG. Some motives may be disturbing to individual readers even if unintentional.
What if Grace and Rocky met @squirmyworm’s beloved little squirmles👀
My heaaaaart😭
How to fix a bad mood
ler!ryland grace x ticklish!reader
synopsis: you were in a bad mood. ryland and rocky do their best in hopes of making you feel better. they’ll do anything to turn that frown upside down.
warnings: tickle fic—swearing. back tickles masked as a massage. ler!ryland grace. very slight ler!rocky. no use of y/n. few mentions of they/them pronouns. you’re lowkey a dick towards ryland and rocky but all is well.
author’s note: i was so mad earlier today i wrote this to cope. it’s just one fic after another, i’m on a roll. now if only i can focus on chapter three…
word count: 3.2k
You were in a bad mood. It wasn’t anything Ryland or Rocky did to make you that way. At least not them specifically. You had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed and every little minor inconvenience was building up like a bomb inside of you.
Perhaps it was the stress of trying to figure out why the ship’s spin drives were acting up, leading to them being stuck in the middle of their journey towards Tau Ceti-E. You had gone out multiple times to survey the ship’s exterior, examining every little spin drive connected to the thrusts. You silently cursed Dimitri for making a thousand and nine spin drives. This was the same as counting every blade of grass on a lawn.
Nothing was visibly wrong with them, it had to be an internal mechanical issue then. Maybe it was shut down for a system update or something?
With this present issue making you wrack your brain for solutions, Ryland and Rocky’s duo idiocy made it hard to stay focused. You could hear their bantering every time you walked through the lab, their stupid little tangents about time dilation and relativity were getting mixed up in your head.
Rocky had accidentally bumped into you at one point with his ball while you were writing down notes and equations on the white board, causing you to streak a line through some of it. Rocky hadn’t seemed to notice his little mishap until he was sent rolling across the lab by a sudden kick from you.
He called out your name in a panic, confused by what had happened but you were already stomping out of the room. Ryland wasn’t safe from your foul attitude either. He was slurping up a cup of ramen while walking down the corridor and you just happened to be right around the corner when you collided.
“Oh shoot! Sorry— I didn’t see you there,” he swiftly apologized.
Ramen broth had spilled on the front of your jumpsuit and your face twisted in a scowl. “Fucking hell,” you spat, trying to wipe off the stain.
You shoved past Ryland, knocking shoulders and he watched you retreat in bewilderment. He’d never seen you act like that before. Sure you could get a bit snippy here and there, especially when you hadn’t eaten all day, but that was a bit over the top. He soon found Rocky still stuck upside down in his ball when he entered the lab and realized he wasn’t the only victim of your strange behavior. The two came to the conclusion that you were in a very bad mood today.
“Need do something. Need talk,” Rocky said, stomping one of his legs.
“I’m not sure talking is the right solution here, buddy. It could end very badly,” Ryland replied. His hands wrung themselves in a nervous habit, pulling at the joints as he tried to think of ways to clear the misunderstanding.
“Well, what happened, not nice.”
Rocky seemed rather upset about being treated poorly like some elder mad at the young generation for being disrespectful. It was a little funny how adamant he was about it but Ryland agreed that you needed a way to blow off some steam before you blew up and everything else on the ship.
“I know, I know. But I think we need to go with a different approach. Find a way to help them relieve some stress,” Ryland explained. “They’re working very hard to try and fix the ship’s issue, we should offer some help of our own.”
Rocky hummed in thought, his head tilted down slightly. “Relieve stress. Make happy? Question.”
Ryland nodded. “It is beneficial for humans to find ways to cope and relieve stress. Or else it could affect their mental psyche and even lead to bodily injury.” That made Rocky less mad about the recent incident and more worried about your wellbeing.
The two began to concoct a plan in order to help you feel better and turn that foul mood around. It wasn’t easy. Ryland was a simple guy and was happy with almost anything, while Rocky still struggled to understand human emotions and why they were so finicky.
So they decided to work their way up.
Plan A: a compliment.
“I like your shirt.” Ryland pointed out the new clothing you branded after changing out of the ramen stained jumpsuit.
You just gave him a sideways glance. “Had to change because of someone.”
His smile dropped. Awkward. “Oh. Right.”
Plan Failed.
Plan B: a present made with love.
Rocky slowly rolled himself over to you at the table, being careful this time not to run into you.
“Rocky have gift.”
You looked up from the laptop, raising an eyebrow at the Eridian. He shifted from leg to leg nervously before pushing forward a medium sized model made of xenonite. You leaned down to pick it up. It was a model of the Hail Mary, very detail-oriented with almost all of its exteriors crafted to a t.
You were impressed to say the least. “Thanks, Rocky.” You turned the ship around and examined all its parts. And then you stopped to stare at the engines where the spin drives were. Rocky managed to even capture every little detail of the spin drives. This would’ve made any lego or diorama nerd ecstatic. But for you—you just got pissed off by the reminder that you still had no idea what was wrong with them.
You slammed the model on the table and went back to aggressively typing on the computer. Rocky flinched at the loud clatter, his legs trembling as he rolled out of the room.
Plan Failed.
Plan C: a little bit of pampering and special treatment.
You were sitting on the pulled out bunk with a bag of Milano cookies between your legs. You were just staring at the wall in thought while munching on the cookies one after another.
The sound of footsteps and the rumbling of Rocky’s ball entered the dormitory. You didn’t bother to look over at them.
“We brought more snacks.”
“Have special treatment!”
They crowded around you on the cot, a pile of chips and candies dropped on the padded flooring. Ryland stood behind you while Rocky rolled back and forth in front of your dangling legs.
“We decided to offer you a little massage, y’know, to help you relax,” Ryland said, rubbing his hands together.
“Rest legs on Rocky ball,” the Eridian jigged up and down cheerily and you wondered if he was that excited to be used as a foot stool.
You felt Ryland’s hands clamp over your shoulders and his thumbs began pressing between your shoulder blades. Rocky situated himself underneath your legs, but he was quite bad at staying still. The octagonal shape of his xenonite ball rolled against the muscles of your legs like one of those foam rollers.
“Does it feel good? Is it relaxing?”
“Rocky ball feel good? Question.”
God these two never knew when to shut up. You sighed quietly, attempting to tune them out. The massage wasn’t too bad, Ryland surprisingly knew all the right spots to press. His thumbs shifted a little high, digging into the base of your neck.
You tensed. Ryland took that as a sign for muscle tightness and rubbed deeper into the tissue. Shit. It tickled. Rocky’s ball even nudged against the back of your knees and you jerked them up out of reflex. No way, you were not going through with this.
You pushed yourself off the bed and stumbled away. “I just remembered something—thanks for the massage.”
Ryland watched as you scurried out of the dormitory, eyeing the way you cupped a hand over the back of your neck. Rocky seemed to deflate at your escape, dropping to his knees as he whined.
“No work.”
“I guess not.”
Plan Failed(?).
You sat in the pilot's chair in the cockpit and stared at the multitude of screens around you. The answer to your problem had to be here. Though, if you were honest, that wasn’t the only problem you were facing. Ryland and Rocky were acting very weird, like more weird than usual. Maybe they thought you were mad at them and were trying to make it up to you. Which wasn’t the case at all. You weren’t mad at them.
But thinking back, you realized you weren’t exactly the nicest towards them. You had kicked Rocky and shoved Ryland after they had both bumped into you by accident. You knew they didn’t mean it. You were just so frustrated with the ship that you let your emotions cloud your judgement.
Cupping your hands over your face you finally understood how rude you had been. You acted like such an asshole all because you couldn’t keep yourself in check. God, you had to apologize before you ruined your only source of friendship in this vacuum of space.
As you chewed on your finger contemplating how to approach them, a timid voice called out your name. You spun around in the pilot’s chair.
Ryland stood at the entrance of the cockpit, bracing against the edge of it. “Hey, can we talk?”
Your stomach plummeted. “Oh—um, sure, I guess.” Fuck you were not ready for this. You hated to admit it but you were bad at confrontation, especially admitting when you were wrong. But so was Ryland, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Ryland walked closer and you saw Rocky behind his legs, crawling cautiously. He stopped about a foot away and you fidgeted in the chair.
“I— we, noticed you’ve been really stressed out about the whole spin drive thing and we realized we haven’t really been much help. We’re sorry. If there’s anything you need us to do, please tell us. Even if it’s something small, anything to lift the weight off your shoulders,” Ryland spoke softly, gesturing to both him and Rocky.
The Eridian nodded in agreement. “Rocky help. Need make friend happy, less stressed, else bad things.”
Oh. They were worried about you. And here you were acting like a complete piece of shit because you couldn’t ask for help. You lowered your head in shame. “You don’t have to apologize. I shouldn’t have taken out my frustrations on you.” You scrubbed your hands over your face. “I acted like a total dick because I wanted to solve the problem myself and not drag you into it.”
A pair of hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled yours away from your face. You felt a gentle pat on your knee and looked up. “Don’t be silly. We know you didn’t mean it. We’re glad you at least recognized your faults as we did ours. That’s all that matters. We can work out the problem together.” Ryland flashed you an empathetic smile, his expression soft and full of understanding.
Your eyes flickered between Ryland and Rocky before letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry about earlier,” you murmured. “I’ll make it up to you guys.”
Ryland and Rocky looked back at each other then faced back at you. “How about we just continue that massage. You really look like you need it.” You swallowed. You didn’t want to turn them down but…
“Uh— okay.” If making it up to them meant kissing your dignity goodbye, then so be it.
All three of you headed back to the dormitory. Your bed was made and prepped prior, the snacks still stationed on the floor. Ryland gestured for you to lie down. You hesitated. You can do this. You took a deep breath, and then laid face down. You curled your arms around the pillow, propping your chin up.
“You really don’t have to. I swear I’m feeling better,” you said as a last ditch effort to avoid future embarrassment.
Ryland waved a hand in dismissal and climbed on top of you, sitting on the back of your thighs. “Massages are the best way to relieve tension both in your mind and body. Just let us do all the work and you just lay there.”
“Yes, Rocky give best massage!” You saw Rocky out of your peripheral standing next to your legs.
“Okay…”
You braced yourself, squeezing the pillow tight as you pressed your face into it. Ryland hands went to work, kneading and rubbing along your shoulder blades. It would’ve felt great, had it not tickled unbearably so. You had to hold your breath from the way his thumbs dug into that small part of your lower back. He slowly continued the circling motions upwards, making sure to rub into the spaces between your ribs. Even the gentle prodding at your thigh from Rocky’s claw through his xenonite ball sent ticklish jolts through you.
“You okay?” Ryland’s voice rang in your ears.
“Hm?” You managed to mumble out without your voice cracking.
“You’re pretty tense. Does it hurt?” His fingers lightened the pressure and you’re not sure if that made it better or worse.
“Friend okay? Question. Heart rate elevated.” Rocky pointed out.
“I—hic!—fine!” Shoot.
Ryland’s hands paused and you started to sweat.
“Um—on second thought, I don’t think it’s working. Let’s stop hERE—!” A squeal ripped from your throat at the sudden fingers digging into your sides. “WAhait!!”
Ryland had the biggest grin on his face as he watched you flop around. “I knew it. This is why you ran away so fast earlier. You’re ticklish.”
Your face burned red. “N-not truhue!”
“Oh really? Then I guess you won’t mind if I continue.”
“Nonono don’t you dare— GRAHACE!!”
You flailed helplessly under his weight as he resumed his attack. His hands clawed up down your torso, his thumbs pressing deep into the bottom of your ribs while the rest of his fingers dug into your sides. You twisted and tried to push yourself up but Ryland was too heavy for you to be able to buck off.
“Grace? Man, you’re still grumpy. It’s okay, we can fix that.” You could practically hear that shiteating grin of his.
Every time you lifted off the mattress, his hands would sneak to your stomach, scribble along the plush skin around your waist and you would drop right back down. He even tugged the back of your shirt up and would skitter his nails from your hips all the way to your armpits.
You squealed and cackled and wailed, making the most inhumane noises Ryland had ever heard. “If anyone heard you they’d think there was some kind of space monster wrecking havoc on the galaxy.”
“Friend sound like thing that eat Eridians,” Rocky’s voice chimed in through your laughter. You had forgotten about him for a second.
“ROHockyhy!! H-hehelp!” You pleaded, twisting on the bed.
“Yeah, buddy, you should help. The legs and feet are good tickle spots on people too. Just watch.” Ryland demonstrated it by reaching behind him and rapidly squeezing along the back of your thigh. You screeched, almost kicking him in the face when he scratched at the back of your knees.
Rocky chirped excitedly at the newfound information. “Rocky tickle!”
“Rohocky nOho!”
“Rocky yes!” Ryland laughed. He turned around to hold down your legs for Rocky to get a chance at tickling you, pinning your ankles against the mattress.
Rocky couldn’t do much but gently wiggle his claws through the xenonite barrier against your sole. It didn’t tickle that much but the featherlight touch was enough to make you giggle into the pillow, your toes scrunching up. It only lasted a couple seconds before Ryland decided to tickle the back of your knees causing you to shriek.
“GRACE!”
“What? I’m helping.”
“Stohop hehelpihing!”
Ryland gasped. “You don’t want me to help? That’s not very nice! And here I am trying my very best to make sure you’re relaxed and at ease!” Despite the fact he was doing the complete opposite.
“Ihi don’t nehehed ihit!!” You barked out through gritted teeth.
You heard him click his tongue and the tickling on your legs stopped. You wheezed in relief, panting heavily to catch your breath. And then you felt the shift of weight back on your thighs, large hands settling flat on your back. Fuck, fuck, shit.
“N-no, no, wait— Ryland—Ry, cmon! I-I’m relaxed! Please!” You begged, clawing at the mattress desperately. Sadly for you, your pleading words went straight over his head.
His thumbs rubbed deep circles on both sides of your spine, just below your shoulder blades. His other fingers curled into the spaces between your ribs, alternating between massaging and wiggling. You just about lost it. Loud, hysterical cackles resonated from your lungs at the electrifying tissue massage that set your nerves on fire. You couldn’t think about anything else but how badly it tickled.
What felt like an hour was only a two minutes of pure tickle torture. You couldn’t move, your whole body went rigid, stuck in a perpetual state of silent laughter. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open with no sound coming out.
Eventually Ryland gave mercy and lightened his touch. The pads of his fingers now tracing small circles over your sides. You almost forgot how to breathe when you gasped for air, greedily gulping it down.
“What do we say now?” His voice murmured right into your ear.
You snickered and scrunched your shoulder. “Ihi’m sohorryyy…!”
He chuckled in response. “And?” He lightly dug his thumb into your back.
“THAhank yohou!!” You squealed.
The tickling stopped and you finally—finallyyy were given relief. Your nerves buzzed from the aftermath, tingling and trembling at the phantom tickles. You giggled tiredly, face squished against the mattress. You didn’t even notice your pillow had fallen off the edge of the cot.
“Feeling better?” Ryland asked, his tone softer and genuine.
You nodded, still giggling. He laughed at your delirious state and helped roll you over onto your back. You couldn’t stop the smile permanently stretched across your face and swung an arm to hide your flushed expression.
“That was ahawful…” You breathed out.
“You say that, but I know you enjoyed yourself. You needed that laugh.”
You peeked beneath your arm to see Ryland’s dazzling smile, his eyes filled with so much warmth you couldn’t help but feel shy from his attention. Your hands flew down to your face, feeling the heat radiate off your cheeks. “… it helped.”
“Humans done playing? Question. Rocky fix ship.”
Ryland and you looked up at Rocky now standing by the hatch of the dormitory. You lifted your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. “What do you mean?”
“Rocky fix spin drives. Statement. Works.”
You nearly shoved Ryland off of you as you sat up fully. “What?! How?!”
Rocky shimmied in his ball and straightened his legs like he was showing off. “Rocky read manual!”
You just stared at him. He squeaked happily before rolling away. Ryland and you looked at each other. You flopped back down on the mattress with a groan, pulling down at your face.
“A rock figured it out before me.” You glanced up at Ryland. “… sorry again.” Now you felt worse about how you acted when there was such a simple solution.
Ryland huffed. “You’ve already been forgiven. Don’t get all depresso on me.” He tweaked your side with a pinch and you let out your own little squeak, swatting at his hand. He grinned. “Besides, now I know exactly what to do to turn that frown upside down.”
A blush rose to your cheeks and you shoved weakly at his chest. “You’re never letting me live this down.”
“Nope.”
Me after posting a tickle fic for the first time in 6 years
Distress
First one in a while… oh boy, here we go.
Mb if I’m butchering Rocky, but I’m translating from the book back to English. Also I made the gif hence the low quality because app I used told me to pay for not-garbage quality so hhhshdbsh🤺🤺🤺
Words: 2,7k
Warnings: panic attack, passing out, mention of dying + this is a tickle fic
Lee!Grace, Ler!Rocky
Summary: Grace has a nightmare where he is separated from Rocky. He wakes up shaken, not sure if it was real or not and desperately looks for his friend around Hail Mary. When found, Rocky senses Grace’s emotions and helps him regulate.
Ryland’s decision was final. After a couple of agonizingly long days, he returned his ship after sending the Taumoeba samples to Earth, to reunite with his alien friend. He was nervous, but knew the purpose he came back for. As he spotted the xenonite ship floating nearby, Hail Mary hovered by it and let the beaks of both spaceships face each other as if they were communicating through a silent creaking of their structures.
The teacher put on his red suit and prepared for take off by foot. He stationed himself on the edge of the launch bay and with one switch push that took almost no strength but all his courage, Grace floated through space towards the Eridian spacecraft. As the wire securing him stretched behind, Grace felt anxiety building up in his chest.
Something felt off. Just not quite right. As the ship was nearing closer and closer, its reflection in Grace’s helmet was dim. Not that Rocky’s ship has ever been shiny and bright, but it was dimmer than he remembered.
When he finally touched down and was able to crawl to an entrance tunnel, it was sealed off with durable xenonite panel through which his small headlight shined, revealing black and brown pipeline structure that used to habitat Rocky. But he wasn’t there.
Grace called out, but made no sound. There was no sound in space. All he could hear was his own heartbeat beating in his ears, raising by every passing second. Where is Rocky? Shouldn’t he be out by now? With his incredible hearing, he would’ve already known there’s someone trying to get in. But the ship remained lifeless. He shouted again, banged on the panel, adjusted his headlight and squinted his eyes to see as far ahead of the darkness as he could.
And suddenly… he saw something at the very end of the tunnel. It was so far it looked tiny. Pointy, uneven, as if it was upside down. It looked like… a dead spider laying on its back.
Wait… the double jointed legs… no…
“Rocky?! ROCKY, Is that you?!” Grace called, now panicking as realization washed over him.
Rocky was dead.
Ryland was too late. The Edirian ship run out of fuel and the radiation got to him.
Grace’s breathing and heart rate began to spike at uncomfortable speed as if his lungs and heart were in a dangerous race with each other. His vision has gotten blurry and his body gave up on him, muscles turned to mush, air was heavy and his head momentarily overflowed with fear so strong he could comprehend nothing. He felt like drowning in the sound of his own weeping, heart pounding in his ears. As distress signal was roaring in his head, he cried desperately out for Rocky to come back-
“GHA-!”
A sharp, choked up gasp filled the room as Grace sat straight up, panting so fast his chest could barely keep up. He looked around frantically as everything around him changed. A cold sweat run down his face, hands stiff from an iron grip on the blanket that covered him. He was not on a rescue mission for Rocky, not in his astronaut suit in space. He was on Hail Mary. In bed. Safe.
But again, he was alone.
“Oh crap…” a tired half-sigh-half-whisper escaped his mouth as his face landed in his hands and he slowly rubbed it. “It was a dream. Just a terrifying stupid nightmare! Right…?” Grace looked up at all the xenonite constructions Rocky has made above his head to watch him sleep. They lacked one crucial thing however. Rocky was nowhere to be found. Normally He’d have heard him whispering in his sleep and probably come running at that point, but it was quiet.
“No… no no no no, I-I-I saved Rocky, we… we returned to… or… did we? Oh my god…” Grace wasn’t sure if he was gaslighting himself or not. Did he actually save Rocky or not and his mind kept rejecting that reality? Why does it haunt him in his dreams? It felt like someone pulled out his brain, messed up the organized puzzle that once were his memories and put it back in.
Rocky and Grace would watch each other sleep. Because Eridians are completely paralyzed and helpless while asleep, it’s a deeply ingrained cultural necessity that friends take turns guarding, so… why wasn’t he there?
“Rocky?! Rocky, where are you?!”
Within split second, Grace’s body went into panic mode again. Breathing was obstructed once more, his muscles felt like disorganized pack of jellies and his vision wouldn’t focus. He jolted out of bed, from laying down to standing at attention, frantically calling and looking out for Rocky, not knowing how to handle the wave of uncontrollable panic that was clearly overwhelming him.
“ROOOOCKY!” wow dramatic much
“Grace! Why grace so loud?!”
Grace snapped his head towards the familiar voice and through his blurred vision he finally saw movement as a xenonite ball rolled into his line of sight.
“Rock! You’re…” he wanted to ask his friend why did he leave. He opened his mouth, but no more words came out. Instead the adrenaline wore off, no longer supporting his jelly legs and standing position. Multiplied by the rapid getup from the bed, like an iron deficiency diva that he is, Grace almost fainted. He very much needed this dose of relief, but when it finally hit and his mind would stop for a second, he didn’t expect it to be the only thing keeping him upright.
He fell to the floor, just barely managing to push his arms out and stop his face from plummeting to the ground with the rest of his body. Rocky chirped anxiously, straightening up in his ball and came running to his friend.
“GRACE, GRACE! Grace okay?! Grace died!? Grace sick?” As Rocky started bombarding him with questions, the teacher was still trying to ground himself from the panic attack. He was supporting himself on the elbows, regulating his breathing, his lower half lying on his side, legs curled. He no longer doubted Rocky was here, so why wouldn’t he stop pacing? Why don’t the boxing glove in his chest stop pounding on it from inside out?
He regained just enough strength to pull himself up and hug Rocky through the xenonite. Rocky was startled a bit, but quickly caught on and hugged back in his own way. Grace’s body could finally let down guard and suddenly a wave of sadness hit him, contorting his face unwillingly and tears poured.
He did save Rocky. After a million times that Rocky saved him, deep down he knew - he always knew he did. That freaking dream tricked him, made him doubt himself…
“Grace leaking from face. Why Grace upset?”
“Why did you leave?” He sobbed, face still glued to Rocky’s orb.
“Grace say things while asleep. Rocky try to wake up Grace, but Grace won’t. Rocky was worried, so Rocky go get Armando to check on Grace.” Rocky’s arm pushed through one of the walls of his container and placed it on Grace’s back in a comforting gesture. “Why humans talk why asleep, question?”
“We dream.” Grace kept sobbing, though slowly quieting down. “I’ve had a dream, where I… you…” damn, words are hard. His closed throat wasn’t helping either as it felt like the words were barely squeezing through it.
“What’s dream, question?” Rocky asked very directly like he wasn’t just holding falling-apart-Grace. However, at the request of explanation, his eyes sparked again. He was still shaking uncontrollably, yet wanted to share his knowledge with his friend. Every time Rocky asked a question, Grace would be more than happy to tell him. It reminded him of teaching students back on Earth.
“It’s our brains way of sorting out memories and integrating them with cortex when we sleep.” he started explaining while wiping his eyes with a sleeve. Sniffs and sobs were interrupting every second so much so his diaphragm was hurting, but he tried to push through, feeling Rocky’s embrace through the xenonite container.
“There’s a part called hippocampus that orchestrates it, but sometimes we regain consciousness partly during this process and witness hippocampus’s memory-sorting as a mare. Sometimes it feels like you’re really there even if it’s just in your head. This… is why I was talking in my sleep.” Grace tried to sit up and leaned his back against the wall. As his whole trunk finally relaxed in a more natural position, breathing started to be manageable again.
“So… why Grace scared? What Grace dream?“
“Rocky, can we not… do this right now? I’m still… not quite all there yet.”
“What Grace need? Rocky help.” Grace did not reply. He tilted his head back, so it could rest against the wall too, closed his eyes and kept breathing short, shallow huffs and puffs. Rocky stopped asking questions as he remembered from one of many Ryland’s rambles that humans tend to get overwhelmed with too much information or questions at once. In silence, he carefully approached Grace, emerging halfway through his ball and lying his center in his lap, careful to not pull his whole weight on it.
After a couple of minutes, Grace finally started to come back from the panic room. Rocky noticed early when his heartbeat slowed down and chirped happily upon hearing it.
“Thank you, buddy.” Grace put his hand on Rocky’s body, sticking out of the container, patting him gently with gratitude.
“Rocky happy Grace better. Now Grace tell Rocky about bad dreams, question?” Grace smiled in his heart and shook his head at how smoothly Rocky rerouted the conversation back to it. At least now he could speak without choking on his own breath.
“Not all dreams are scary. Hippocampus filters both good and bad memories and sometimes mixes them. It’s really a coin flip which moment you’ll get. When it’s a scary one, it’s called a nightmare.”
“Grace had nightmare, question?”
“Yes… I… I thought you died, Rocky.” Grace winced at the haunting image of Rocky as an upside down spider crossed his mind.
“I had a nightmare from when your ship was failing. I was so worried I was too late and that I messed up…” before Ryland managed to break down into tears again, Rocky cut in, which he almost never does.
“Rocky not died, statement. Grace did not mess up. Grace save Rocky.” He said with such calmness and cuteness that Grace’s heart overflowed with warmth in an instant. He teared up at those words. Rocky was too pure for this conversation.
“I know, bud. I’m sorry, it felt… too real.” Grace held back a whimper. A short pause on both sides occurred.
…
“Dream stupid, statement.”
“No, Rock, it’s fine, I- it’s my fault-I’m just a bit shaken-“
“Dream makes Grace sad. Dream make Grace think Rocky dead! I don’t like.” Rocky exclaimed as if it was the biggest insult he has ever heard. He might have also been frustrated that no matter what they did, Grace’s face kept leaking, but at least he wasn’t panicking anymore.
“It’s nightmares that are bad. And of course I know you’re not dead, I- I- just- hehehey now!” Grace tried to explain, but fumbled as he felt Rocky climbing on top of him with his full weight now and malicious intent. He slid off the wall and tried to crawl backwards to his bedroom, but he was already immobilized. It was like someone parked a car on top of him. He was not going anywhere.
“Rocky not believe. Grace stressing over stupid dreams!”
“Buddy, I’m- I'm fihihine.” Grace giggled in anticipation as Rocky’s hands extended from the xenonite container and his claws opened, wiggling slightly in the air. Grace knew where this was going and a dumbfounded smile slit his face.
“Rocky hear Grace heart and breathing. Grace still scared and sad. Rocky help!”
“Nohoho- Rocky, DOHOHON’T-“ before Grace could protest, he felt Rocky’s hands land on each side of his ribcage and vibrate violently. He immediately fell on his back, bringing his arms closer to his chest and started laughing loudly. Not giggling - straight up laughing from the belly. Rocky awed melodiously as Grace's warm laughter filled the room.
"Nightmares bad - tickles good!" Rocky teased and Grace cursed in his mind that he had ever taught his alien friend about the concept of tickling. Honestly he could've predicted that it would backfire at some point.
"Wahait- WAHAHAHAIT! Rohohocky, nohoho! I'm betteheheher- I swehehehear!" he squealed, frantically pushing at Rocky's ball pressing him into the floor as his claws moved to the sides of his abdomen. Grace’s body jolted, but xenonite held him in place. The inability to curl up or even shift sideways made the tickles ten times better worse.
"Great, Grace recovering! Amaze! Amaze! Amaze!"
"Rohohock, you're nohohot helpihihihing!"
"Rocky IS helping! Grace happy again! Why Grace so stubborn?" Rocky squished all around his belly sides and lower ribs. It was very sensitive area for Grace, but also like a melt spot. He loved when Rocky did that even though he couldn’t take it.
"Thahat's NOT hohohow you treat ahaha person afteheheHEHER they hahad a p-pahahanic attack!- *squeal* NO, NOHOHO GET AHAHAHAWAY FROHOHOM THEHEHHEHERE!” Grace practically screamed, when Rocky’s third arm snaked up and started squeezing the pudge of his lower belly, landing one claw in the navel and wiggling there stubbornly. Rocky completely ignored Grace’s plea and just kept making high frequency happy noises, very pleased with reactions he was causing.
“ROHOCKY PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T MOHOHOHOVE!” Grace begged through his loud laughter. He trashed his head from side to side, his body wiggled helplessly under Rocky as he couldn’t get an inch away from this unbearable feeling. His legs kicked aimlessly and he was slamming his hands on Rocky’s ball, which caused the alien to flinch at how loud it echoed inside. But it didn’t stop him from tickling.
“Ouch! My hearing perception! Grace no slap Rocky’s container. It’s very loud.”
“I’M SAHAHAHAHARRY! STOHOHOP TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Grace burst out shaking his head, a frantic mix of squeals and laughter pouring out of him, much to Rocky’s amusement. That man was the cutest (and only) human Rocky has ever seen. But he noticed his friend getting tired and decided to resolve the situation with an ultimatum.
“Will Grace stop having nightmares?”
“I CAHAHAHAN’T CONTROHOHOL IT!”
“Then Grace will find Rocky and not panic stupidly?”
“YEHEHEHEHES IHIHI WIHIHILL, ROHOHOCK, STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!” Grace begged through his now slightly hoarse voice, not entirely sure what he just agreed to.
Rocky finally let up. The second he let go of his waist and rolled off to the floor, Grace flopped on his side and curled up into a ball, leftover giggles still escaping his lips. The reassurance and encouragement before the tickling were enough to make him calm down, but with how touched starved Grace was (we’re social creatures after all), in the end he didn’t mind at all.
“Youhuhu are the little tihihickle monster, you know that?” said Grace, still panting and smiling like an idiot.
“Apology.” Rocky moved closer and hugged Grace still curled up on the floor, who flinched at the contact of Rocky’s claws with his side again.
“No mohohore! Rocky-“
“Grace no afraid, Rocky will tickle no more (today). Grace recover from nightmare?”
“Yes, never been better, pal.” He said, rolling his eyes as Rocky just gave him a reality check disguised as tickling the life out of him that he, in fact, is not dead.
“Grace remember this and don’t be stupid.” Rocky moved his center (where his face would be if he had one) in front of teacher’s face and placed his stretched claw on top of his head, which made Grace feel a bit like an immobilized cat grabbed by the nape.
“Grace saved Rocky, now Grace safe, Rocky make sure of that.” Grace just shook his head and embraced Rocky. He finally let his guard down completely and let his body relax here on the ground.
“I know, pal. I know.”
Whatever was left of panic still inside of him, has evaporated with all the laughter Rocky caused. Was it that it was actually quite enjoyable to laugh freely in the arms of a friend?
He patted Rocky through the container and smiled at his very much needed words of great encouragement. He knew he saved him deep down - they saved each other. It was possible he could have failed, but he didn’t.
No dumb nightmare was going to change this awesome reality.
I’VE GOT- BZJSHHXHDJDHDK
My man bought it for me as a gift😭😭 I’m so excited!!! After the movie this is gonna be a BLASTttt
tho this bad boy has 500+ pages but oh well
Sit UP.
It’s me again. International bestselling writer Fawn Millz. Please bet that reference bro PLEASE.
This is just more self indulgent gobbledygook from the other day. Yall seemed to like The Agreement, so maybe yall will like this one too IDK. DON’T LOOK AT ME, STOP LOOKING AT ME.
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🚨 TW: A little bit of panic. Not too much, but just be aware!
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Lee!Grace (PHM) Ler!Simon (Iron Lung)
Despite constant reminders, Grace cannot seem to remember to fix his posture when he sits. Just as Simon predicts, his back starts to hurt because of it…
My posture is horrible. I know it. It’s been that way my entire adult life, and at this stage in the game, I couldn’t care less.
I had a nasty habit of rounding my back and slouching like a poorly stuffed ragdoll anytime I sat at my desk. Friends of mine told me I had “artist’s posture”, others said I sit like an old man.
One of the perks about being on an isolated spaceship, was that there was no one around who could say anything about it anymore.
…
“Sit up.” A grumbled voice commanded from behind me. I gasped, shooting into an upright position at the feeling of a quick swipe of a pencil up my spine.
“Ah-! Ugh. Thanks, you messed me up- you’re lucky I wasn’t working with chemicals.” I huffed, scribbling out the word I cluttered with a stray line.
“Well if you stopped sitting like a propped up corpse, I wouldn’t have to mess you up.” Simon walks around to the side of me, setting down a rolled up paper, and a cup filled with various writing utensils.
“What a dark simile.”
“Well, it’s the first thing that comes to mind.” Simon shrugs, unrolling his paper. “Sit straight, or your back is gonna hurt like hell.”
I ignore him, Peering over at the paper. It was a large piece of thick, graph paper. Weak at the edges and well used. There were intricately mapped points across the entirety of it, lines crossing and weaving around the various points across
“What’cha got there?
“Star chart. I’ve been mapping the trip to Erid since I woke up here.” He slides the paper towards me, pointing to a thin, precisely drawn line that started seemingly at a random point on the map, and headed in the direction of 40-Eridani.
“Wow- Simon this is really cool. You have any sort of astrocartography experience? This looks professional.” I smile, looking over at him.
He shrugged sort of sheepishly, not daring to look up from his chart to acknowledge my compliment. 
“I guess. More of a hobby than anything serious anymore.”
I hum in reply.
“Well you’re welcome to use the star charts on the cockpit nav system if you need them. For cross referencing.” I say, nodding to the cockpit behind us.
Simon shakes his head. “I don’t know how to use any of that stuff up there- I don’t wanna mess something up or knock us off course.”
I scoff. “Oh no it’s alright, you won’t mess anything up. I’ve made it this far without blowing this thing to bits, so that should be proof enough that Mary’s dummy-proof.” I chuckle.
“But, if you’d feel more comfortable, there’s also a nav interface here in the lab. It’s just a little smaller.”
“That’s alright.”
“Cool! Here, I’ll show you how to use it.” I stand up from my chair, wincing a little as a dull pain pangs through my lower back.
I can walk it off.
I lead Simon over to a computer screen suspended on a ceiling mounted arm in the corner of the room. I press a random key on the keyboard beneath it to wake the system up.
It springs to life with a black and blue Hail Mary mission patch icon perched in the center of the screen. I roll a stool over, taking a seat as I attempt to sign into the computer.
“AGH!”
Access denied.
I whirl around to see Simon holding his pencil at my back level.
“I told you to sit straight- you slouched immediately after sitting back down.”
I swipe the pencil from his hand, pointing it at him.
“Just remind me! You don’t have to reflex test me!” I hiss back. “Anyway-“
I successfully log into the computer, and launch the Astro Nav program, loading up a realtime chart of not only our flight path, but the stars and bodies that surround us.
“Here! You can scroll around, zoom in or out, click whatever. Nothing will affect the ships navigation.” I smile, rolling out of the way so that Simon can take a look for himself.
He lifts his chart up to the screen, and. It’s perfectly plotted. He smiles, noticing a few small stars scattered around the computer screen model that he hadn’t accounted for, definitely excited to plot them on his personal map.
“Well I’ll leave you to it then.” I smile, bracing myself on two nearby desks to lift myself up. Something in my back cracks
Simon looks to me, I wave him off.
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Two long hours pass.
Simon was right… I should have taken his advice. My back hurts.
Not a cramping pain or deep injury pain like I’m used to, it was a sharp, sticking pain, which shot through my low back every time I tried to bend down, turn on my hips’ axis, or lift a leg.
The type of pain you feel when there’s a part of your back that just won’t crack, no matter what position you fold yourself into.
“Grace okay, question?”
“Hm? Yeah I’m fine, Rock. Thank you.” I nod
“Is sure? Been lying down long long time .”
Rocky tilts his carapace, looking up at me on my bed from his place on the floor.
I prop myself up on my elbows, letting out a pained groan as I do.
“H-hurt? Hurt?! Grace hurt?!”
“No! No, buddy I’m fine, lower your voice. It’s just my back. It’s bothering me.”
“Oh. Understand. Cramp, question?”
“Nothing like that.” I shake my head. “Just spinal pain. A nerve or something probably. I’ll be alright.”
Rocky taps the floor idly in thought, and I let myself fall back down into bed.
“Rocky get Simon to help Grace! Human better for this problem.”
“No- that’s not necessary- owwww-!” I spring back up to protest, aggravating my back again, and slumping over the side of the bed, groaning into the mattress.
“Get me to help with what?” Simon calls from the top of the ladder. oh good! Gang’s all here.
“Nothing.”
“Grace complains back hurts.”
“Oh, you don’t say.” Simon shoots me a look.
“Grace do say. Rocky hear.”
“Sarcasm.” Simon and I say in unison.
“And I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need any help! I’m just sore.” I sit up, despite myself, and hoist myself up into a standing position, throwing my arms up as if to say ‘see?!’.
…I Immedietly hiss in pain upon taking what could barely be described as a baby step, losing balance.
Simon watches me crumple to the ground, shaking his head disapprovingly, as I let out the most pathetic, long, whiny “owwwwwww” I’m sure any of us had ever heard.
“I got him, Rocky. You can go back upstairs if you want.”
“Good. Yes. Grace very loud and annoying. I go upstairs.”
“He’ll probably be even louder once I adjust his back, so sorry in advance.”
“ADJUST? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ADJUST.” I shout, kicking a leg out to fend Simon off.
“You want the Webster’s definition, or what?”
“You’re not giving me a chiropractic adjustment, are you insane?!”
“It’s that or old man back for the rest of the flight to Erid. Would you stop kicking at me? You’re only gonna hurt yourself more.”
“NO-! Chiropractics is pseudoscience-! A-and you’re not even a doctor!” I protest, worming away from Simon on the floor like an idiot.
“And you’re not an astronaut. Nice glass house, buddy.” Touché…
“Shut up!!”
He sighs. “This is gonna hurt, and I apologize. I’m gonna be as gentle as I can.”
“What..?!”
In a few swift motions, Simon hooks a leg between mine, spinning in a tight circle, and in turn, flipping me onto my stomach on the floor with a hollow thud.
“OOOWWWWW.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Just let me fix your stupid back and I’ll leave you alone.”
After a stunned moment, I attempt to push myself back up, but feel the cold metal of Somon’s xenonite hand coaxing me back to the ground.
I heave, tilting my head to the side.
The room around me at a nauseating, sideways angle as I’m pinned down to the floor.
Pinned down…
Pinned down…
“Simon, let me up.” My voice is quieter, colder than it had been before. The words falling out in almost a mumble
“What?”
“Get off of me. Let me up. Please, I’m serious.”
My body began to tremble. Any pain I had felt fizzled out under the commanding force of adrenaline. I tried closing my eyes to block out the light, that was becoming increasingly overwhelming, but when I did, all I saw were flashes of a blurred memory… lying in the grass…
“Ryland what is wrong?!”
“GET OFF!!” I snap, shoving Simon off of me. He falls to the side, on his good arm, thankfully, looking at me with a puzzled, shocked stare.
“I’m sorry-! I- I’m sorry- are you okay?! I- I didn’t mean to-“
Simon sits up, raising his hands where I could see them.
“Are you okay?! What is happening? Did I hurt you?” His voice dropped low. Calm and disarming.
“No, you didn’t, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Can I come closer?”
“Yes.” I nod, my gaze falling to the floor as Simon slowly scoots back over to me, reaching out to put his hands on my shoulders.
He stops short, giving me time to pull away. I don’t, so he gently takes me by the shoulders.
“You look terrified.” He furrows his brows, studying my face. “Are you about to cry-?”
“Maybe?”
“O-okay, that’s fine. Can you tell me what’s wrong before you do?”
I frown, shaking my head. Simon sighs, nodding back. “Alright, okay.”
My vision clouds with tears under my glasses, and I slump forward against Simon, who doesn’t budge from the impact. I hear the mechanical whir of his metal arm as it comes up to rest across my back.
He doesn’t speak. He just lets me tire myself out until my quiet crying deflates into sniffling,
“You’ve gotten quiet… are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, yes I’m okay. Sorry…” I suddenly feel a bit self conscious, having been more or less clinging to Simon’s shirt for the better part of fifteen minutes, so I make a move to try and sit up.
Simon gently pulls me back in. I don’t protest any further.
“Stop saying sorry. What are you even apologizing for? Crying?” He shrugs.
I shrug back. I really had no answer.
“Can you please tell me what happened? What set you off? I want to make sure I don’t trigger something like this again if I can help it.”
I sigh, twisting my body a bit so that my head more comfortably rested against Simon’s chest.
“I.. I told you that this mission wasn’t voluntary… for me.”
“Yeah, something about the uh… the science team getting into some freak accident or something. And you were next pick.”
I nod.
“Yeah. Look, I don’t wanna get too far into detail- at least not right now, but… I ran. I tried to run away from the compound, from the mission, from what I knew had to be done- but security caught me. They uh… brought me to the ground and sedated me right there.” My voice broke as I explained.
Simon nodded slowly.
“Last thing I saw was the world tilted on its side… Being held down until I stopped fighting. I guess I’ve got a lingering fear from it.”
I sniffled, pulling my cardigan sleeve over my hand, and dragging it across my face.
“Oh… I didn’t realize it was so forceful. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s uh..” my reflex is to say ‘it’s okay’, but I’m not entirely certain it is myself. Thank you.”
I readjust again, unable to quite get comfortable. I hiss in mild pain as the pang in my back hits once again. Adrenaline has worn off.
Simon perks up, looking down at me. “Right- your back.” He says softly “Will you please let me take a look at it? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.”
I stay quiet for quite a while.
“Okay. Sure, just-“
“You can lie down on the bed. I won’t hold you down. I won’t do anything to make you feel trapped. I promise.” He says sternly, giving my shoulders another squeeze.
I nod, a weak smile on my lips. “Alright.”
Simon gave me a firm pat, guiding me upright. “Alright, come on- careful careful.”
He helped me into a standing position, and guided me over to the bed, at which point he backed away, allowing me to assume whatever position I was most comfortable in.
I chose face down, with my arms folded under my pillow.
“…You sure-?” Simon chuckles “you’re not gonna suffocate?”
“No, I’m fine. I sleep like this a lot.”
“That… can’t possibly be safe. Alright then.” I hear Simon’s heavy boots approach the side of the bed.
“Good?”
“Good.”
“Tell me where.” I feel two starkly different hands, one metal, one flesh, gently rest on the middle of my back. They l press and prod at my back, slowly walking down my spine.
“Y’alright?” Simon asks, probably noticing my body shuddering under his hands.
“Y-yeheah, I’m fine.” My voice is muffled by the pillow.
Simon hums, pressing his thumbs just a little harder into the muscle. I gasp, my arms shooting down reflexively to pin against my sides.
“Woah- ticklish?” He chuckles. “Sorry, sorry. How about you tell me where the pain is then?”
“L-2, lumbar spine.” I mutter back
“Uh…”
“Small of my back.” I try again.
“Got it. Here?”
“Ow- yes.” I flinch ahen Simon gently jabs my spine with two fibers.
“Ok… breathe in and hold it.”
I can’t deny, I was a bit nervous, but I did as instructed.
Crack!
I groan, letting out the breath.
The pain… was gone.
“Better?”
“How did you doooo thaaaat…” I mutter.
Simon lifts his hands away from my back, chuckling softly.
“You’d be mad at me if I said I don’t know, so I’m saying nothing. But see? I told you you’d feel better.”
“Wait, you’re done?” Jeez Ryland, could you sound any more pathetic?
“Well- yeah, I am. Why, is there something else you need?”
“…no.” I reply, face still buried in my pillow.
“That wasn’t convincing at all.” Simon snorts. “C’mon ‘Mr. Grace’, you keep reminding me you’re a teacher, so show me some vocabulary words. Whaddya want?”
“Oh come on.” I scoff. “Don’t do that.” I prop myself up on my elbows, holding my head and chest up, looking over me shoulder.
“Speak up, or I’m going back upstairs to work on my star chart.”
I groan, dropping my head.
“Fine, yes, please can you- …y’know.” I shrug,
“Why would I ask you to clarify if I-“
“Tickle me? …Please?” I say with an exasperated sigh. “It would make me feel better, and I would really prefer you didn’t let this hand in the air for a long time before you respond or do something, I hate it when you dOHOHHO THAHAJAT-! AHAHAHA-!”
Simon shot his hands under my arms, scribbling aggressively through the fabric of my cardigan.
I collapse back down on my face, shouting and laughing into the pillow like a smothered hyena.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Simon purrs, raking his fingers up and down my ribs. The sharper, metallic digits on the prosthetic hand were WAY more effective, making my body curl up like an isopod ok my side.
“Oh- wait.” Simon lifts his hands away. “I’m sorry, is this too aggressive? I should have checked.”
“N-no, it’s fine… thanks for checking..” I confirm with a goofy smile on my face.
Simon smiles, reaching down and removing my glasses, placing them safely off to the side.
“Good enough.” Without missing a beat, he lunges at me again, pulling me so that I rolled onto my back, before latching onto my stomach with both hands, squeezing, kneading, pinching, and skittering over the area.
“AH- AH-! AHAHA- oH GOHOHOD!”
“Still good?”
“Y-YEAHAHAH”
“You cackle like a supervillain, you know that?”
“W-WHAT??! WHAHHAT’S THAT EVEN MEAN?”
“Or maybe a witch. Listen.” Simon suddenly digs both thumbs into my hips, vibrating feverishly.
I hate to say it- but he’s right….
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA-!!” I throw my head back, screaming with high pitched laughter that kinda really did sound like a cartoon villain.
“See?”
“SHUT UHUHUJUP-!”
“Oooh that’s not very nice. I’m doing this because you asked me to, remember?” Simon tutted. “C’mere.” Simon took a seat on the bed, and dragged me by the shoulders so that my torso laid over his lap.
I didn’t protest, I did ask for it, anyway.
“Much better!” He nodded, resuming his attack. One hand found its way back to my stomach, making a claw, and moving in a strumming motion.
“AHAHAHA-! AAH! E-ENOUGH WITH THE STOMACH!!”
“Alright then where?” Simon stops again, folding his arms.
…Well I wasn’t expecting to be given a choice…
“Clearly you have something else in mind if you want me to switch spots and not stop completely. So?”
“I- uhuhm…”
“Oh come on.” Simon laughs down at me. “Here I’ll make it easier. You’ve got weird spots all over. You freaked out when a loose piece of string touched your wrist lathe other day. Gimme one of those.”
I couldn’t tell if it was because I was lying down, or because I was being called out, but my face was burning.
“Uhm, I don’t know-“ I looked to the side.
“Look at me.” I can’t stand this guy.
“Shh- s-stop talking!” I reach up, swatting at Simon’s face, turning it away from me.
He catches my arm, holding it up in the air.
“Never mind. You don’t get to pick.” He hooks my arm around his neck, holding my wrist over his shoulder with the steady grip of the xenonite, lwavinf enough slack for me to pull away if I wanted to.
“WaHAHAHAHAIT!!”
With his unoccupied hand, Simon digs at the hollow under my arm, moving back and forth from there to the back of my shoulder.
“SIGIHIMON!!!”
“Don’t reach at me like that. Especially not at my scars.” He says sternly.
“OKAY!! OKAHAHAY IM SORRY!! IM SO SORRY I SWEAR!” I shout, wriggling in place.
“Are you?” He purrs, shifting his hand up to my neck, resting it just below my haorline.
I freeze, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Simon-!”
“Ten seconds.”
“Five.”
“Eight.”
“…Fine.”
Simon grins. “Deal.”
He pinches the back of my neck gently, holding the position. Genuinely, I assure you, That’s all he does.
“AAAAH-! AHAHA- CH-CHRISTMAS EHEHEVE-!”
“You’re allowed to swear like a grown man, Gracie.
“AHAHA-! DON’T CAHAHALL ME THAT!” I protest. I was just being difficult, I’m not sure I hate that nickname. “AND NOHOHO I CAN’T-! AHAHA- IM A TEACH- SHIHIHIT-!!” Simon squeezes harder just a few times, at the speed of a heartbeat. I think he was following my pulse.
I shriek… naturally…
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHA!! SIMON!!”
“There it is… 3… 2… and…”
He quickly leans down, blowing a raspberry on the side of my neck. The vibration and the gentle scratch of his sharp teeth on my skin send me careening over the edge.
“AAAAAAAH OKAHAY OKAY!! STOP/! MAHAHARY! ROCKY!! PLEASE-!”
Simon pulls back, laughing as I fight for air, still laid across his lap.
“It seems like you are having a dispute.” Mary’s voice echoes through the room from the ship’s speakers.
“No no Mary, we’re alright, thank you.” Simon calls back with his stupid annoying calm voice.
“You’re welcome, Simon.”
I sit up off of Simon’s lap, not without his assistance, and right myself up next to him, letting out one last heavy sigh.
“You alright?”
“Yeah…”
“Feel better?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“Have fun?”
“Is this like, a survey? Is there a skip option?”
I roll my eyes.
“Oh- sorry about uh- pushing your fave like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” I say softly.
“What? Oh, no I don’t really care. It doesn’t hurt. Most of my nerves there are shot to hell anyway.”
“…You’re absolutely unbelievable.” I sneer at him. “I actually thought I hurt you!”
Simon chuckles. “I figured that would work How’s your back?”
I sit up straight, lean forward, twist from side to side, and smile. “Good! Doesn’t hurt anymore!” I say, a quiet crack following from somewhere else in my back as I lean back again.
Simon grimaces.
“No no, that’s normal. I’m like a bowl of Rice Krispies.” I chuckle, making a fist and cracking my knuckles into my other hand.
“Eugh.”
I snicker, dropping my head to the side, prompting two rather loud pops from my neck.
Simon shudders, leaning away. “God-! Stop that!”
“What?! You just cracked my back!”
“Yeah, but that was out of necessity!”
“I can do my jaw too.”
“I believe you. Don’t demonstrate.” Simon stands up.
“It’s just nitrogen bubbles popping- it’s not actually bone, y’know.” I place a hand under my jaw, Simon grabs my wrist.
“Thank you, Professor. I know.”
I laugh, lowering my hand. “Okay! Okay, o won’t do it.”
“It’s a miracle all your bones don’t hurt.” Simon mutters as I stand up as well, the two of us heading for the laddder out of the dorm.
“The gravity on the ship is weaker than it is on earth, so-“
“Rhetorical, Gracie.”
I pause, rolling my eyes, despite my face warming up a little.
“You like that name.” Simon says it like a fact, shooting me a look, a thin half smile on his face.
“I don’t hate it. Whatever.” I wave him off.
“You never let me explain stuff to you. You always cut me off.” I huff.
“Well why don’t you come explain some of these stars I’ve never seen on the charts upstairs to me then? You can give me the origins of their names and everything.”
I couldn’t quite tell if he was being facetious or not, so I chose to believe he wasn’t.
“With pleasure!” I smiled wide, hurrying up the ladder, practically racing Simon to the lab computer.
I take a seat on my stool again, waking the screen with a shake of the mouse.
“Oh my god, sit UP.”Simon growled, jabbing me in the back as I once again slouched over the keyboard.
“uuUUUGH.”
This is my favorite fic of all time🙌🙌
poor ticklish steven... we just don’t get to see enough of this side of you 😉
I hesitated to post it for too long 😖 Lovely tab made by @ticklishphyllis
Joey Batey about playing piano and Henry Cavill listening
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(insp.)
outfit swaps got em swappin roles too
My Logince heart ahhhhhh!
City boy in the wild | Jaskier in the Witcher
Ok. So just imagine this. Logan is ticklish boi. So just imagine all the Sides (and Thomas) just poking his sides and him trying to be serious and pull himself together
Virgil: *poke*
Deceit: *poke*
Patton: *poke*
Roman: *poke*
Remus: *poke*
Thomas: *poke*
Logan: Pfft! *poke* Stahap! *poke* No! *poke* Wait! *poke*
AWW
Geraskier AU’s
op we LOVE YOU
Art request for geraskier maybe something like jaskier playing his lute while gerald sits and listens?
when Jaskier thinks he’s alone he plays love songs he would never share with anybody and Geralt secretly listens
