After years of lurking on tk tumblr I finally decided to stop being weird and make my own blog. (Though I have to give a lot of credit to all the lovely lovely jayvik tk content for being super compelling) I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm here anyway!
I draw and write sometimes so I may end up posting some stuff of my own, who knows. In any case I'll likely be keeping things sfw for the most part :)
Things I like:
- Arcane (1/3rd of the way through s2!)
- the Adventure Zone pod
- Anime: FMA:B, AoT, Haikyuu!, Demon Slayer, Vinland Saga, JJK, HxH (almost finished with s5), Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Trigun (both og and the reboot), and probs more that I can't think of right now lol
hello!! I love your phm fics they are super cute and I love the way you write/draw Adrien! anyways I was wondering if you ever considered writing something with adrien tkling rocky? of course don't feel pressured to do so !!
hope you're having a good day
Making Up for Lost Time
YES OF COURSE!!! I was a bit intimidated because I don’t really know how to write in anything other than 1st person (idk man my brain weird) so this would have to be in one of there brains but then I was like oh wait, Rocky dumbs down there language for Grace and that’s why he talks like that so THEORETICALLY they would talk normal amongst themselves???? Does that make sense? Idk but that’s how I wrote it and I hope you enjoy!
Slight spoilers for movie and book!
Summary: Rocky is worried about Adrian and his relationship! Adrian is there to help!
Ler!Adrian / Lee!Rocky
Word count: 1385
Adrian and I were curled up next to each other but not touching. Me and Grace have been back for about a month now but I feel like Adrian is still a little weirded out and not entirely sure about our relationship. I know it wouldn’t have gone back to the way it was before, at least not right away of course, but it’s been hard. Wanting to hold them, them to hold me.
I sit lost in thought about it. “What are you thinking about?” Adrian’s voice breaks the silence between us. I shift uncomfortably, debating if I should share.
“Nothing.”
“Rocky. I know you. What is bothering you? You can tell me.” They say in a soothing manner.
“…do you still love me?” I hesitantly ask. They make a surprise trill and shift my way. I know this is a lot to just drop on someone, especially after everything we have gone through.
“Of course I love you! That’s not even a question. Why?” A leg taps against the floor quickly. They seem a bit…frantic is the word I would use. They reach a claw over, like they're testing a boundary we long since crossed. Their warmth spreads through me and I melt into the touch before I can stop myself, leaning into the pressure I've been yearning for.
“I-I just—you seem distant. You don’t want to hold me or sing to me. You stay a distance away when you watch me sleep—“
“I wanted to take it slow for you.” They say softly, now rubbing soft circles with their claw. I shudder a bit but relax into the touch. I itch for more from them.
“Slow?” It doesn’t seem right. Slow. I want to make up for everything so fast, right now. I’ve waited so long to see them again, wondering if they would just become a distant memory. Now there here, warm and in front of me and very part of me aches to close the distance. I don’t want slow.
“I don’t know the extent of what happened in space. You were gone for 42 Earth years (sry I have no idea what the conversion for Eridian years is) and did not want to rush you. I…was scared to lose you again. To push you away or overwhelm you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way.” They apologize pulling their arm back, their warmth fading against my skin. Their claws come together to fidget and pull at each other. “I’m sorry.” They reiterate like they're not sure how many times it will take for me to believe them.
“I did not think of it that way. Don’t apologize. You were being very thoughtful to me. I appreciate that.” I shift just a bit closer to them, missing the touch that was once there.
“You were gone for so many years and I waited. Of course I love you.” The notes are low but soft, reassuring. They pull me into their lap and I try my best to hold in my relief and excitement. Their arms, that are much much bigger than mine, hold me close and I feel the vibrations coming from deep inside their body as they continue to talk.
“Is this what you want?” They tease a bit, rubbing the top of my carapace again. Their warmth envelops me as I melt in their arms. I feel so safe, the tension I was holding finally loosens.
“Yes. Very much.” I sheepishly say, trying to hide myself in them. They let out a small snicker that only makes me all the more embarrassed.
“You are just as cute as the day I first saw you.” They murmur, amusement dancing through their voice. “Still tiny. Still loud. Still trying to act tougher than you are.”
Their claws lightly scratch over the top of my carapace as they continue before I can stop them again.
“So talented. So caring. So stubborn.”
“Stop, please.” I feel them staring at me and I know they know I’m embarrassed. They have a smug air about them and their laughter travels straight through me.
They just continue “And determined. So adorable and amazing and good at so many—“
“Adrian please.”
They only laugh harder, claws scraping lightly along my sides and down my legs. Heat floods through me as I shrink into myself more. I whine a bit. I can’t take compliments and they know it.
“What?” They feign ignorance. “I only want to make up for lost time. Think of all the compliments I missed I could have given you!” They beam at me while it only makes me feel all the more flustered. “Such a blushy mate.” That’s it.
“I’m leaving. I have work to do.” As much as I loved it, I try to shift out of their grasp, trying to hold onto any dignity I have left. A claw grabs onto one of my legs pulling me back into them.
“Aw, leaving so soon? I finally give you all the attention you want and now you leave me? So mean.”
“Me? I’m the one whose mean? You're teasing and making fun of me!” I accuse, pointing a claw at them.
“Making fun?” They fake gasp out. “I would never do that to my tiny adorable mate! How dare you accuse me!” They laugh out cheerfully. “You're also so serious. Too serious Rocky. I will help fix your touch problem and your grumpy problem together!” They trill out while pulling my arm up.
“W-what are you—“ I cut myself off as they take a didget and drag it along the joint attaching my arm to my body. “Wahahait nohoHOHO ADRIAHAHAN—“
“Just as ticklish as I remember.” They taunt as another claw holds another arm up. I feel my heat rise even more as I twist desperately in their iron grasp. Why did they have to be so much bigger than me, this is so unfair. They easily keep me trapped, strong enough that all they do is snicker as I fight back.
“ADRIAHahahan t-thihis ISNT-HAha whahahat ihihi mehehent!” I squeal, kicking my free legs out as giddiness takes over me.
“Are you too ticklish Rocky? You know, I think you might have gotten even more ticklish in space!” A claw comes up to claw roughly at my carapace as I flinch away. The feeling buzzes through my body in a way nothing has in a very long time.
“I-I dihiHIDNT! Ahahstohop!” This is stupid and childish. But I can’t lie, it’s fun and I love it. I feel all my worries about Adrian melt away as I cackle in their lap getting the much needed attention I wanted. A sharp hiss escapes my vents before I can stop it, thin streams of stream curling up in the air between us. Well that’s just wonderful.
“You get flustered so easily. So fast.” They state the unfortunate obvious as the claw that was tracing my joint comes up to trace around my vents as I desperately grasp onto their arm.
“NOHOT THEHERE-AHAH ADRIAHAHAN!” I push against their body but nothing helps. They whisp the steam around in the air as they circle and trace the crevices. Their touches are light and soft, making me squirm.
“You sound like a hatchling right now!” Adrian laughs. “Listen to you! So squeaky!” I make an offended but desperate noise and they seem to take pity on me and slow their fingers to a stop. They go back to rubbing and scratching gently as I compose myself but the puffs of steam leaking from me makes it hard.
“Your a t-terrible mate.” I gasp out trying to seem a little tough.
“I wait 42 years for you and now you call me a terrible mate? Very ungrateful!” Laughter laces their voice at my comment making me feel very not tough. “I love you Rocky! Should have told me sooner. I can tickle you all you want!” They flex two claws above me making me let out a squeak. I flinch further into them as they reach down to hold me close. “You want to sleep?” The offer sounds like heaven.
“…yes.” I grumble out but I’m elated to sleep in their arms again. I lean into them, their vibrations as they sing lulling me to sleep.
I told you guys I would start posting everything in my head straight away! Bare with me whilst I get back into my writing boots <3
Grace is a super physical guy with people he is close to, strangers wouldn't think it however if he is close with a person he LOVES physical affection of all forms. (I strongly headcanon he and Ilyukhina would sit on a sofa legs sprawled over each other discussing the mission)
With his love for physical affection comes a love for tickling and he loves to tickle others, whether it be a jab in one of his friends sides or full on bear hug tickling someone he loves it, he loves seeing his loved ones laugh so freely (is also immensely ticklish but that's for another time)
He's not a mean Ler however he is smug which some would argue is more unbearable because he has a shit eating grin on his face whilst he is tickling or teasing his victims.
He is a lover of the build up, he gets that glean in his eyes and you know you're in for it. you know that slow head tilt he does I imagine he will turn around to his lee slowly looking over his glasses tilting his head and you KNOW you're in for it.
He lovesssss a chase even more if you run just know you will be chased down, and this man is faster than he looks so he will purposefully slow down to prolong the chase until you're already a pile of giggles when he gets to you.
He either starts tickling one of two ways after a chase.
One, if he's managed to corner you he will slowly approach wiggling his fingers so your curl up into yourself giggling even harder before he finally gets to you and starts slowly tickling your stomach or sides and relishing in it as you fall into laughter leaning your head against his chest holding onto his wrists.
Two, if he grabs you from behind bear hug style he immediately grapples into your sides digging into your sides and ribs and tickling ruthlessly from the start following you down to the ground where he will proceed to pin you down and tickle the ever loving shit out of you.
On the topic of shit, so help you god if you swear when he tickles you you're getting "punished" and by punished he is going for where ever you are most ticklish and drilling into that spot until you apologise, will stay stuff like "Oh so that's how its gonna be huh?" "do you want to apologise for your language yet? No well guess I'll have to keep teaching you a lesson until you do"
On that note Grace is a teaser, he will tease the ever loving daylights out of you saying things along the lines of "oh what was that?" or "it tickles? well that's kind of the point!" this man is a menace through and through.
when he's finished tickling you he will hang around a while and make sure you're all good he's always one to check in on boundaries and to make sure nothing was to far.
When he's made sure you're all good he'll walk away like nothing has happened with a ruffle of your hair or a final poke to the side.
When he sees you around for the rest of the day he will throw a smug smile your way or pretend to grab at you to watch you flinch away and takes sick joy from it.
Ahhhh I hope you guys like them :) please feel free to send in requests!!
~ A/N - THIS MOVIE IS THE FUCKING CUTEST OMFG and even better that I got to watch it cuddled up with my best friend 🥺
Just a little something something between my two favourite space buddies. ~
Since the day they met, Rocky had been fascinated by Ryland's body (- or more accurately, the human body). It was weirdly vertical, perhaps due to the lack of gravity compared to Erid, and had so many odd eccentricities that complicated it's shape.
One such oddity, was what Ryland called 'ears'.
Rocky had noticed them after Ryland had begun sitting and sleeping near the wall that separeted their ships, and once Rocky became mobile due to the ball he designed he was able to get an even closer look.
Seemingly random curves and hollows surrounded the epicentre, forming an overall lopsided conical shape with a small dangling circle at the base (that still confused Rocky to this day).
However, as often happens in science, one question quickly led to another discovery.
Ryland had been hunched over on the floor, scribbling in a notepad about their most recent attempt at solving the Astrophage problem, and Rocky had been crouched next to him tittering away about everything from their science mission to "Grace writing messy."
After a few moments of Ryland tuning Rocky out, the little rock creature had decided to turn his attention to the side of Ryland's head. Given they were so close, with Ryland practically lying against Rocky's ball, surely it wouldn't be difficult to Rocky to reach out and investigate his ear.
And reach out he did.
Rocky gently pushed his hand against the mesh of his ball towards Ryland, outstretching his claw and making sure his touch would be gentle as to not hurt Ryland. He got closer, and closer, and right as he made contact-
"HUH?!" Ryland flinched, ducking his head backwards into his shoulders and slapping at the air as if some extra-terrestrial mosquito had tried to take a bite out of him.
"Grace hurt?! Question?!" Rocky chirped, jumping back himself and retracting his claw.
Ryland rubbed his ear, a slight red tinge on his face. "No- no... You just... surprised me."
Rocky, relieved, settled back into his ball and let Ryland continue. Given his pressure wasn't enough to hurt Ryland, surely he could try again.
As Rocky's claw touched the shell of Ryland's ear a second time, Ryland stifled a giggle and slapped Rocky's arm away again.
"Rohock don't."
"Why Grace hit Rocky? Question?" Rocky wriggled, mildly disdained. "Grace said touch not hurt."
Ryland blushed further "I- uh- Well it didn't hurt, it's..."
"Rocky going to touch again. Statement." Rocky announced, reaching out through the mesh again.
"Rocky will not!" Grace yelped, swatting at Rocky's claw and dodging his head from side to side.
Rocky persisted. "Why Grace fight?! Question! Rocky want to touch ear! Why Grace not let Rocky touch?! Question! No surprise!"
After a moment of back and forth, Rocky widthdrew his arms and Ryland was able to settle back to his spot and pick up his notebook in peace.
At least, he thought so.
"Rocky touch again. Statement."
Without a moment to lose, Ryland scrambled to his feet. "No! No, Rock you can't!"
"Rocky touch Grace!" Rocky chirped, beginning to chase after Ryland. "Rocky learn about human ears! Rocky do science!"
Ryland giggled as his feet pounded through the Hail Mary. "Rohocky stop it!"
"Grace come back! Come back for science!" Rocky tumbled after him, clanging against the wall of every turn and surprisingly gaining on Ryland. "Rocky learn how to make humans make sounds!"
The hail mary had never been louder, footsteps pounding throughout the ship, metal clanging against metal, Ryland's nervous giggling echoing down the corridors, and Rocky's endless chirps chasing after him.
Ryland felt Rocky hot on his heels, increasing his giggling tenfold.
Rocky chirped in excitement and sped up. "Rocky not even have to touch grace! Rocky make grace make sound anyways!"
"Stohop chasing me then!" Ryland shouted back.
Rocky beeped. "No! Rocky want to find more sound! Rocky want to find why sound!"
With that, Rocky's ball smacked into Ryland from behind, sending the pair of them tumbling to the floor. Ryland, already in a fit of giggles, frantically tried to push Rocky off - but the little rock alien was far too determined in his pursuit of knowledge and rolled himself high onto Ryland's sternum.
"Rohocky Rohocky nonononoNONONO!" Ryland squealed as he watched his friend's claw extend out of the mesh again.
"Grace hurt? Question?" Rocky asked, pausing his attack.
"NOPE!" Ryland answered far too quickly. "Nope I'm fine just let me g-"
"Good! Rocky can continue science."
Ryland panicked, giggles bubbling out of his chest as Rocky reached out for his ear again. His sudden shift in movement made Rocky's ball slip, and Rocky grabbed out for anything to steady himself.
Unfortunately for Ryland, that happened to be his side.
"NONONO ROHOCKY!!!" Ryland squealed, legs curling up and kicking out in the air.
"Oh! New sound! New sound!" Rocky beeped excitedly. "All humans make sounds when squished? Question?"
Ryland shot his hands up to cover his burning face with a giggly groan.
Rocky continued, poking and prodding his claw into the softest parts of Ryland's torso. "Why grace no answer questions? And why Grace face red? Question."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP ROCKY!" Ryland begged, feet drumming on the metal floor.
Rocky decided to investigate further, adjusting his position so he could access Grace's neck. "Why Grace say bad words to Rocky? Rocky doing science! Grace like science! Statement!"
"THIHIHIS ISNT SCIEHEHEHENCE!" Ryland squeaked, shaking his head from side to side.
Rocky jumped up and down in his ball. "Is science! Is science! Rocky experiment with squishing Grace! Rocky find out why!"
Ryland slapped his hands against Rocky's ball in a futile attempt to free himself. "OKOKOK ITS CALLED TICKLING!"
Rocky paused. "New word? Question?"
"Uh..." Ryland stutterred, residual giggles still tmbling out of his mouth. "So, when humans are touched in particular spots, we tend to move away and... laugh."
Rocky seemed to ponder the thought a little. "Oh. Why tickling? Question?"
With another giggle, Ryland continued his explanation. "It's usually considered a social bonding activity, potentially for an evolutionary self defence-"
Seemingly out of nowhere, Rocky vibrated and bounced around excitedly. "TICKLING FOR FRIEND? QUESTION? ROCKY TICKLE GRACE GRACE BE FRIEND !"
Ryland shrieked as the vibrations rumbled through Rocky's ball and into his stomach. "ROHOCKY Rocky we're ahalready friends you don't have to tihihickle me!"
"ROCKY BE MORE FRIEND WITH GRACE GRACE AND ROCKY FRIEND FOREVER ROCKY WANT TO TICKLING GRACE!" Rocky sang, intermitedly interrupted by happy beeps and chirps as he reached his claw out again.
Ryland began sliding his feet on the floor, trying to gain some kind of traction to get away again. "Nonono Rohohcky please!"
But there was no deterring the Eridian, Rocky somehow wormed his claw up under Ryland's arm (evoking a quite embarrasingly high pitched squeal).
"ROHOHOCKY QUIHIHIT IHIHIT!" Ryland begged, clamping his arm over Rocky's claw.
"Grace not want to friend rocky?" Rocky asked as he tickled, moving his claw down Ryland's sides again. "Grace not like rocky anymore? Question?"
Ryland groaned through his laughter, covering his face again. "Nohoho Rocky I do I dohoho I swear, just plehehease let me gohoho!"
dialogue inspired by @wren-kitchens fic!! this was so stinkin cute and the dookiepost comic does not do it justice. i took the liberty of making gracehorror bc i found it funny.
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i’ve always been a fidgety person—tapping on any surface de
Kinda a short one tonight, gang I do apologize... This idea just sorta popped into my head on a whim earlier so it’s not as fleshed out as my other stuff.
BIG fan of the sibling dynamic of these two, and I had to write it out. EHHEHEHEHEHEE ENJOY ENJOY
🚨 TW: mentions of alcohol/being tipsy. Not to an absurd degree, but be aware!
Lee!Grace Ler!Stratt
Grace is bored, and just a little bit tipsy. Instead of going to sleep or doing ANYTHING else, he decides to bother Stratt to entertain himself. She’s thrilled…
“Stratt.”
I nodded in greeting, pushing my way into her office, and flopping down on one of the chairs.
“Dr. Grace.” Stratt nods back, typing away at her desk.
“Im bored.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Dr. Would you like for me to find some more work for you to do?” Stratt’s tone was flat, and she didn’t look up from her laptop.
There was next to nothing to do on Stratt’s Vat after hours. Once the labs closed for the night, it was either drinking and shouting in the lounge, or bedtime.
I spent a little while in the lounge already tonight, but nothing particularly interesting was going on, and I had already reached my two drink limit, so here I am. Bothering the only other person I knew would be awake at this hour, and not getting wasted.
“Oops, sorry…sorry about that…” I mutter as I knock a book from the shelf in attempt to pick out another one.
Stratt sighs at her desk.
“Trigonometry… wow. Tough stuff.”
“You are an expert in physics, molecular biology, and astronomy.”
“Yeah, but trig is still… pretty tough stuff…” I slide the book back into place, but jostle the others in the process, creating a domino effect down the row. I manage to catch it before everything falls over, standing like an idiot, arms outstretched to full wingspan, holding the books together on the shelf.
“Is there something I can help you with, Dr. Grace? Or are you just planning on knocking down and rearranging everything on my shelves and making noise while I try to get world-saving work done?” Stratt’s tone snapped, slamming her laptop close and meeting me with a cold gaze.
“…you didn’t save what you were working on.” I mutter, pointing to her computer. She groans, opening it back up again, grumbling something in German under her breath. Probably something about how cool I am, I’m sure.
“No one else is awake-“
“The majority of the crew is awake, and in the lounge.”
“-Hold on! Lemme finish! I was gonna say, no one else is awake and not blackout drunk, or halfway there. I don’t feel like being in that scene.”
“You drink.”
“Yeah, okay, but like… occasionally- like one drink every once in a blue moon. I literally watched Ilyukhina drink an entire Grey Goose by herself in two hours.” I say, controlling the slight slurring of my speech while I righting the books on the shelf.
I back away slowly, making sure everything is stable, before taking my seat back on the chair.
“Well if you do not feel like being in the lounge, there is a small library and an adjacent computer lab on level two, port side.” Stratt suggests.
“Why can’t I just hang out with you?!” I slouch in my seat, rolling my head back, and spinning the chair in a circle with my legs out in front of me.
“Because, Dr. Grace, I’m busy.”
“You hate me.”
“That is not true.”
“No, I think you do.”
I sigh dramatically, continuing to spin around and around. I know I’m probably being excruciatingly annoying, but I don’t care.
“You’ll make yourself sick spinning like that.”
“So you do care about me!”
“I care about you not throwing up in my office.”
I sigh, skidding to a stop on my heels. I stand up, meandering over to Stratt’s desk.
She looks up at me without raising her head - a sort of Kubrick stare, as I lean over the front of her desk, peering at her computer from above.
“Whaddya doing, anyway?” My beanie slides off my head, onto her keyboard.
“You smell like vodka.”
“I had a half a glass, leave me alone.” I had two glasses… “You ignored my question.”
“So you’re drunk and you thought bothering me was better than staying in the lounge.”
“I’m not drunk!” I giggle like an fool, still leaning over the desk.
“Lightweight. No wonder you are here pestering me like a little brother. I am trying to finalize plans for the launch site pad-“
“Holy crap is that you?!” I blurt, cutting her off, distracted by a framed photo on Stratt’s desk that appeared to depict a young, teenaged Stratt standing in the front of a group of other kids, all wearing Jiu Jitsu gis.
I pick up the photo before Stratt has the chance to take it off the desk.
“No way! You know Martial arts?!”
“Yes, Judo and Jiu Jitsu, does that shock you, Dr. Grace?”
“Not in the slightest. If you told me you were an army ranger and a Kung fu master as a side job, I’d believe you.” I chuckle.
“Look how tiny you were!” I coo, pointing at the young redheaded girl in the photograph.
“Put that down, please.”
“Can you still fight?”
“If I had to, I could.”
“Who’d win, me or you?” I ask with completely unfounded confidence, setting the photo down.
Stratt looks up at me with a flicker of fire in her eyes.
“I would. You aren’t a fighter.”
“Oh come on, I’ve got a fighting chance!” I shrug. I sure did not.
Stratt stands up, closing her computer again, without saving, and comes around the other side of the desk.
“Then let’s see.” She gestures to the empty area of carpet behind me. I turn to it, then back to her.
“Wh- here? Now?”
“Yes. You’ve possed me off and now I’d like to prove you wrong. Lets go, grappling stance.” She shrugs off her cardigan, and gestures for me to assume position.
“What’s that mean?!” I put myself into a sort of movie ninja defense pose, admittedly a bit nervous.
She shakes her head, lowering herself into something of a crouched position, and gestures for me to follow suit. I do, to the best of my ability.
“It’d be smart if you took your glasses off.” She warns.
“What? AaAAH-!” She doesn’t even give me a chance.
Stratt runs at me in a few, long, calculated steps. She grabs my left arm, slinging it over her shoulder, her head under my arm.
She drops to one knee, and in a powerful yank, flips me over her back, straight into the carpet with a thump.
I wheeze, the wind momentarily knocked out of me as I lay there in shock.
“Good Lord-!” I cough out, one hand on my chest. My other arm still in Stratt’s grasp.
“You almost killed me!”
“I flipped you from a low point, you’ll be fine. I could have flipped you standing up.”
I groan, as Stratt stands up, dusting off her pants.
I take the opportunity to grab her by the shin, attempting to… flip her somehow..? Knock her down..? I’m not too clear on the objective, but it didn’t work.
She kicked free of my grip, grabbed my arm, and spun me onto my stomach, bending my arm behind my back, a leg swung over me to keep me down.
“OooowwWWWWW OW OW, OKAY!”
“Do you tap?” She droned.
“NO- nnNNEVER!” Now was not the time to be stubborn, Ryland.
I used my free arm to try and inch forward on the ground, desperate to wriggle free without giving up.
“AAAAHAHA! ThaHAT IS NOT FAIR!”
I shout as Stratt pinches me under the arm, sending my arm straight back to my side.
“It does not matter, this isn’t a teal match.” She says, pinching all the way down my side.
I sputter and snicker, kicking my legs behind me.
“IT IHIHIS A MATCH!! A-AHAHA!!”
“No, it is more like sparring with a stuffed animal.”
“RUHUHUDE-! AH AH AH! N-NOT THERE NOT THEHEHERE!” I gasp frantically, back arching off of the floor as Stratt drives a knuckle into the muscle of my low back. I let out a sort of raspy, out of breath cackle with the little air I have left.
“My god you are ticklish like a child. Your back? Seriously?” Stratt groans.
“I CAN’T HELP IT, I- AHAHA OW!! LET MY ARM GOHOHO IM LOSING CIRCULATION.”
“No you’re not, I’m not cutting off blood flow.” She scoffs, not letting up at all.
“AAAAAAAAAH IM DYING.”
“Tap out.”
“OKAY OKAHAHAAY I’LL SAY IT. LEMME TAHAHALK!”
Stratt pauses, lifting her hand from my back, giving me a chance to speak.
I take a moment to catch my breath…
“…You forgot to save your document again.” I mutter into the carpet.
Stratt growls in annoyance, shifting her hand to squeeze my hip. Hard.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHA IM SOHOHORRY!! IM SORRY PLEASE! YOU WIHIHIN! OW, WOMAN! MY AHAHARM!”
“I don’t win until you tap out.” She moved up to the back of my shoulder, where it meets the curve of my neck, vibrating her fingers into the flesh through the thick yarn of my sweater.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ALRIHIHIGHT I TAP. I TAP.” I slam the ground with my free hand feverishly, and as promised, Stratt let go of me, sitting back, with a leg still swung over me.
I heaved for breath, turning my head on the ground, facing the door just as it opens.
“Everything All Right in Herr? Heard… screaming…”
“Carl…” I wheeze.
“We are fine.”
“Get her offa me Carl…”
“He challenged me to a spar and I proved to him I can beat him.”
“She tried to kill me…”
“Oh hush, you.” Stratt drove two fingers into either of my sides.
“AaaAAH! I TAPPED. I tahahapped! Stohohop that!”
Carl chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not helping you with this. You picked this fight. I know my place.” He said.
“I could beat you if I wasn’t drunk.” I mutter into the floor.
“He’s drunk?” Carl mused.
“On ‘half a vidka’ apparently.”
“Okaaay it was twoooouh…”
“That’s all it took? Lightweight.” Carl snorts.
Stratt pushes herself up, using my back as leverage, probably just to stick it to me. I wheeze, rolling into my back as Stratt stands up.
She reaches a hand out to help me up.
“No, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” I mumble, pushing myself up with some effort. “Devil woman…” I mutter.
“What’s that?” Stratt shoots me a look.
“I’d like to apologize…” I squeak out, flinching before fully standing myself up.
I wobble a bit on my feet, standing disheveled with my sweater rumpled, one pant leg hiked up my shin, hair a mess, and glasses hanging by my chin.
Stratt tosses me my hat from her desk. It hits me in the chest and I don’t react.
“Yeesh… Carl, walk him back to his bunk please, I think he’s done for the night.”
Carl nods, waving me over. “Come on. Go sleep off those two vodkas.” He says.
I nod sheepishly, shuffling off.
“Rematch when I’m at 100%?” I murmur as I walk to the door.
Aaaaaand the convo turned straight into sex even after I told him I like taking things slow
Non-tk vent below i just have to get this out, ignore me
He was totally cool about it! But then it just got real smutty in a way I didnt love
Bleghhhhh i just ugh I feel so deficient -- like am I the weird one for being turned off when guys always wanna jump straight to it?? Everything was going so well he was so nice and funny and charming and then just paragraphs of what he likes in bed. We've only been talking for a couple days. And like, beforehand he made it clear that he wants a serious relationship then starts talking to me like we're gonna start hooking up straight away. Kinda caught me off guard but i tried to be cool about it when i told him lets take it slow. And he just kept going. Maybe im overreacting or maybe im just bad at dating. I havent replied to him, idk if I want to
(Also he has a baby and sent me some pics-- i dont mind that he has a kid, I want kids one day, but if I was the mother id be pretty upset at my bd just sending pics of my baby to random women. Right? No?)
since you did ler grace hcs, do you have any lee ones?
HELL YEA I do have a few ideas, it's been a long time since I've done any lee headcanons so apologies if they're a lil short!
Grace is so fucking touchstarved. We know this. I think mayhaps he would definitely enjoy tickles
but he definitely isn't aware of that, at least not initially, and I don't think he's even been tickled much before, he probably forgot he was ticklish until he had to inevitably explain it to rocky at some point
but!! He is Very ticklish (this surprises no one)
and he loves affection in all forms
and definitely gets very flustered once he realises that he...actually doesn't mind tickles
His worst spots are his tummy and neck/ears I think
Tickling him there will earn you a lot of panicked shrieking, which will dissolve into either leg kicking and cackling (tummy) or wheezy high pitched giggles (neck/ears)
Behind his knees is also a good spot
His HANDS. are ticklish. this is very important to me
he will never stop giggling if you manage to actually hold them still and trace over the inside of his wrist
He may have muscles but he DOES NOT know how to use them when being tickled, he melts into a squirmy puddle very quickly and it's so cute
If you tickle him when he's sleepy it's even funnier, he barely even moves, just pulls closer to hold onto you for support
It's so goofy and adorable, especially when you're tickling a bad spot he is prone to just repeating "it tickles it tickles" over and over...
Is so quick to start bargaining or begging if he thinks he's about to be tickled, and gets very bad cases of anticipatory giggles
"pleaseplease dohon't-"
Definitely does a lot of stubborn protests like "NNNNO!" or "don'tdon'tdon't!"
He LOVES tickle fights, that kind of playful affection is really important to him and as much as he enjoys winning them, he absolutely lets his guard down a little on purpose
Is flustered by teasing very easily, like if you say anything along the lines of "tickle tickle" he just FOLDS
Speaking of folding, if you sneak up on him and he's not expecting tickles, he will crumple to the floor. It's very entertaining
He does love rougher playful tickles but gentler ones completely melt him, he totally loses the ability to speak, just lies there and stutters through his laughter like he can't decide whether he wants you to stop or not
I think that's my main concepts for now, there's a lot of lee!grace headcanons out there already and they've already covered a lot of very good ideas!
pairing: ryland grace x reader (intended as platonic)
summary: it really wasn't your fault that ryland's reactions were so entertaining. what else were you supposed to do.
warnings: no use of y/n, gn reader, ler!reader, lee!grace - but also switch!reader and switch!grace, reader is a fiend and a menace, ryland is cutieful (until he isn't)
word count: 2.3k
authors notes: sickos at window meme yess ha ha ha YESS!
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Ryland had that look in his eyes.
You've started calling it The Hopeful Fear, on account of how it made his ears pink and his shoulders tense.
You glanced at him sideways from your spot by the taumoeba samples.
He was hunched over the microscope, seemingly focused on the slide, but his hand had a slight tremor to it. You've seen it enough times to not be worried. It wasn't anxiety, but excitement.
As if sensing you looking, Ryland lifted his head away from the miscroscope by a fraction. The look he gave you was quick, and very telling.
Well, you supposed, you could help with that.
You pushed away from your samples and walked over to where Ryland was sitting. Casual, relaxed, hands in your pockets. You stopped at his shoulder, just slightly behind him, and leaned in a little.
"How's it going?" You asked, keeping your voice light and unassuming.
"Well," Ryland said, fiddling with the slide under the microscope nervously. "It hates nitrogen. But we already knew that."
"Nothing new, then?" You leaned in a little closer, still. Ryland shot you a quick look at the proximity.
"No. I'm afraid not." He sighed, hand drifting to fiddle with a stray pen on the lab table.
"Hm." You hummed idly.
Ryland kept still, not leaning away, but not coming closer either.
With a swift movement, you connected your mouth to the side of his neck and blew a quick, sharp raspberry against his skin.
The yelp that left him - loud and undignified - had you grinning.
He tumbled off his stool, to his feet, tripping in his hurry to get away from you. He turned to look at you, hand braced against the table, the other raised halfway up in front of him. Just in case you meant to follow him.
You straightened, and stayed put.
"Why-" He stuttered. His ears were getting pink.
"Hm?" You raised your eyebrows, feinging ignorance.
"Wh-" His eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your hands, which were still in your pockets. "What was that for?"
You shrugged. "You looked like you needed it."
Ryland's ears turned redder.
He was just starting to stutter out denials and accusations - something like: "you couldn't possibly know such a thing", and: "what does that even mean, that makes no sense!" - when your taumoeba samples chirped from their analysis machine. You turned your head to look at the blinking yellow light. You turned back to Ryland. He had stood up straight, but still had The Hopeful Fear flittering about his face.
"Duty calls." You said simply, turning on your heel to get to your samples.
You snapped a pair of gloves on, and got to work, carefully extracting the taumoeba samples from the machine. After a moment, you heard Ryland shuffle back to his seat.
You pretended not to notice him watching you.
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Ryland and Rocky were bickering.
Ryland stood in front of Rocky's tunnel, the one that led through the corridor and was at about Ryland's head-height. He had his hands planted firmly on his hips, assuming his full Teacher Persona.
"Rocky, I just don't think it's a good idea." He said.
"Is good idea." Rocky replied, simply.
"Rock, buddy-"
"Grace stupid, statement."
"Hey!" Ryland's voice shifted into Scolding A Middle Schooler tone. "You can't call someone stupid just because they have a different opinion than you."
"Why, question?"
"Because it's rude."
"But is true. Grace stupid."
"I should put you in time out." Ryland threatened.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid."
You curled your fist in front of your mouth to cover up your laughter. You must not have been very successful, because Ryland whirled onto you with a pointed finger.
"Don't make me put you in time out, too." He said firmly. "Don't encourage him."
"You need to lighten up." You said, crossing your arms and leaning against the edge of the doorway.
"I'll 'lighten up' when he-" Ryland pointed upwards at Rocky "- comes to his senses."
"No, no, no Rocky senses, all correct," Rocky immediately argued, shaking his body in emphasis. "Grace senses stupid, leaky space blob no understand, stupid, stupid, stupid."
"I'm done here." Ryland threw his hands up and made his way to the doorway. "I'm not dealing with this."
You wrapped your arm around the front of his middle as he walked past you. He stopped, even though he could have easily kept on walking, and looked at you. He was frustrated, you could see that, but underneath that frustration was something more fragile.
"You need to lighten up." You repeated, maintaining eye contact.
He huffed. "That's not really helpf-UL-AGH!"
He folded in half, grunting, hands wrapping around your forearms. You kept squeezing at his wasit.
"I'll let you go if you laugh." You said, taking a step closer to get better leverage.
"Hhmmgh." Ryland responded, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Yes, yes, yes, make Grace laugh, statement." Rocky chimed in from his perch. "Make less stupid, statement."
"Hear that?" You turned to Ryland. "It'll do you good."
"No, it - hrrgh - won't!" He choked out, twitching against your hands, but making no other moves to escape.
"Come on!" You drawled, shifting your hands up to his ribs. "Laughter is the best medicine."
"That's pseudosciehehence!" Ryland gave in to giggling, high and hiccup-y.
"Actually," You said, digging further up under Ryland's arms to get at his underarms. "It's been proven that laughter helps relieve stress and boost immunity."
Ryland ducked his head close to his chest and let out a desparate whine.
You smirked. "But you already knew that."
"Okay, okahay!" Ryland's hands tighened on your arms, pinning them to your sides, effectively stopping your attack.
You watched him try to compose himself, smiling. He took a few deep breaths, and when he lifted his head, it wasn't with a glare, but another look of The Hopeful Fear.
You grinned knowingly.
"Quiet." He mumbled, pink all over, and released you. You turned to look at him over your shoulder as he stalked further through the Hail Mary.
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You were in the pilot's seat, checking your trajectory, when you heard him.
"What the fudging - fudger -!"
You frowned, and whipped your head around to look behind you. Of course, you wouldn't have been able to see him, but you narrowed your eyes anyway, listening in closely.
There was a dull thump. Then another.
"What the heck is wrong with this - piece of - poop - !"
Okay.
If Ryland was PG-swearing at this intensity, something was not right.
You swivelled the pilot chair and climbed out. It took a few moments to locate him, given that he had suddenly fallen deathly silent, and no more thumping emerged from the depths of the ship. In the end, you found him in the lab.
There were two packs scattered near his feet, and Ryland himself was standing by an open hatch in the wall, his back to you. He was straining, reaching up as high as he could. He was even standing on tiptoes.
You paused. He hadn't noticed you.
"You okay over there?"
He startled, arms shooting down, torso twisting around to look behind him. Once he realised it was you, he let out a soft breath.
"There's extra test tubes in there." He explained, pointing up to the hatch. "I can't reach it."
You stepped fully into the room, a few paces away from where he stood. "You're, like, six feet tall." You observed. "How can you not reach something?"
"Oh, ha-ha." He made a face at you, voice dripping with sarcasm.
You waved your hand at him. "Don't let me interrupt."
He scoffed, but turned back to the hatch, reaching his arms up as far as they could go. The hem of his tshirt rose with the movement, exposing a sliver of skin on his abdomen. You looked at it, then glanced up at his face to confirm his focus on the task at hand.
Silently as possible, you side-stepped until you were behind Ryland, and wrapped your arms securely around his waist.
"Oh? What's going on-HEY!"
You scribbled your nails over the exposed skin of his navel. His arms shot down immediately in an attempt to shield himself. High pitched, wheezy laughter shook his body.
"Why do you dohoho thihis?" He complained, fingers scrabbling at your hands. His back pressed into your face slightly as he bent forward. You rested your cheek fully against his shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tshirt.
"Well, I like to do it." You shrugged a little. "I enjoy it."
Ryland twisted sharply, successfully disentangling himself from your embrace. You stumbled a little at his sudden movement.
Ryland had pressed his back tightly against the wall.
"Not a step closer." He ordered around a lingering smile and the ghost of a giggle.
You grinned, but stayed put at his request, even though the distance between you was that of only a few steps.
The Hopeful Fear was back in his eyes.
"I'm not sure you mean that." You said and, yeah, maybe you added a bit of a teasing lilt to your voice. It was worth it for the blush that rose in Ryland's face.
"Your days are numbered." He declared, raising his finger in warning.
You watched him with a grin as he shuffled sideways, back still pressed to the wall, watching you carefully, until he was far enough away to bolt.
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It had been a hard day that had you and Ryland nearly spiralling into a full blown fight. Stress, close proximity, the weight of responsibility, being stuck in space. Sometimes the two of you got emotional.
Thankfully, you had figured out a protocol for days like these.
So, after wrapping up work as soon as voices became raised, the two of you settled into the routine.
Step one, go to the opposite ends of the ship to cool off.
Step two, talk it out.
Step three, food.
Step four, sleep.
Here you were, yours and Ryland's mattresses shoved together on the floor to make more space, tangled in every spare blanket, bodies close. Your feet tangled together loosely. You lay on your side, arm draped over Ryland's stomach. He was stretched out on his back, hand curled loosely around your knee where he had pulled your leg up over his. His breathing was deep and even.
You couldn't sleep.
Ryland's fingers curled lightly against the underside of your knee, tracing a delicate line over the skin there. Suddenly, you regretted wearing shorts to bed.
You stayed still, giving no indication that you felt his movement. Or that you were awake.
After a moment, the movement repeated.
You opened your eyes to look at him. His face was turned slightly towards you, eyes closed, expression relaxed. You closed your eyes again, burying your face deeper against your pillow.
Ryland was always a little twitchy, and that didn't stop when he was asleep. You had gotten used to his movements during sleep. For the most part. This was new.
Tap.
You frowned.
Tap, tap.
Was he tapping his finger into the curve of your knee?
Carefully - in case he really was asleep - you tilted your head back to look at him again.
His eyes were still closed, but now there was a smirk on his face.
"You-!" Your accusation got cut short, because the moment you spoke, Ryland was rolling himself on top of you, face burying into your neck to blow a long, drawn-out raspberry.
You would never admit to the sound you made at the sensation.
Ryland pulled back to look at you. "Vengeance."
"Oh, come on." You complained. "You needed that tickling and you know it."
"Did I?" He challenged, fingers resuming their tracing under your knee. Instinctively, you bent your leg, trapping his fingers. You didn't like the look on his face.
"Don't you know that when you seek revenge, you're only really hurting yourself?" You tried to reason. Ryland pursed his lips in mock sympathy.
He pulled his fingers from where they were trapped by your leg, and brought his hand up to your face. He took your jaw into his hand with a firm grip, maneouvering your head so that more of your neck was exposed.
He started leaning down.
"No, no, no- wait- Ryland-" Your pleading fell on deaf ears. You felt his stubble first, then cool air as he inhaled deeply. You grabbed hold of his wrist, your other hand gripping at the back of his hair.
He blew another long raspberry into your neck.
You scream-laughed. You were human enough to admit it.
But then he didn't pull back. Only started inhaling again. You closed your eyes, already feeling phantom tickling, laughter bubbling out of you.
This time, he blew three short raspberries one right after another.
Your legs kicked out against the mattress, one kicking him in the shin. You let go of his hair in favour of slapping your palm against his back repeatedly.
Ryland backed off only a fraction, still close enough that you felt his stubble. The breath of his laughter against your neck tickled nearly as bad. He released his grip on your jaw, instead using that hand to gently scratch behind your ear comfortingly.
You panted, dazed, staring up at the ceiling in the low light.
With one last, split-second of a raspberry that had you squawking, Ryland rolled off you.
"Remember this next time you hunt me down with tickling." He said.
"Next time," you informed him. "I'm making you admit you wanted me to do it."
You both turned your heads against your pillows, challenging each other with a look.
In the end, it was Ryland who caved, scoffing to cover up his blush and throwing an arm around you. You let him pull you in, hiding your own blush by tucking your head underneath his chin.
