Ok so I wanna believe that Prismo has TRIED to tickle the Scarab before when he’s stopped by for a check up. He was being a stick in the ass as per ushe & Prismo was like “lighten up dude” & poked his side. Of course he got bitched out & the Scarab stabbed his hand with his cane for even trying. But now they’re trapped together in an empty box & Prismo is the silliest boy of all & easily gets bored. Luckily he’s just as easy to entertain!
Scarab tries to spend all his time cleaning to ignore Prismo but he’s just happy to finally have a friend who isn’t allowed to leave lmao. But when he just wants to hang out & the Scarab would literally rather scrub the floors, that’s insulting! & besides, he deserves a break even if he doesn’t want one. So he pokes him to get his attention, intending on asking if he wants to watch tv but the Scarab freaks out & hisses. Prismo realizes what happened & is so giddy because “he’s always wondered what his laugh sounds like!” & Scrabby is threatening him through giggles & he has no way to fight back against it. But afterward Prismo is so smug & teasy like “there, don’t you feel better now? I sure do! I think maybe all you needed was a good laugh!” Scarab is soooo angy & embarrassed it’s the best!
YOU. Oh this is so fucking TRUE i love the idea of prismo having such a mischevious side when it comes down to it and would 100% take advantage of finding out scarab is ticklish.. ALSO honestly i never thought about lee scarab before but this ask has opened my eyes thank you. i just know being tickled would make him so mad :3c
I’m seriously so happy with those possible got pairs, but for some fucking reason Brienne & Jaime have me in a chokehold & I’m dying to see something with these 2! Dealers choice between 56, 67, & 72 because I couldn’t pick & they all seem so fitting! You can pick who gets got as well because I could honestly see it going either way
Prompt 56 - “I never would’ve pegged you as the ticklish type.”
Prompt 67 - “Well now, that seems like wishful thinking.”
Prompt 72 - “As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”
A/N: How about ALL THREE hehehehehehe. This was so fun to write! I love them! Thank you for the prompts I hope you like it!
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“Yes, yes, it’s very funny.” Jaime grumbled. “Just- get me out of this stupid, useless–HEY! Be–”
Brienne snorted out a short laugh, pausing where she had tried to tug the ill-suited Northern armor loose from Jaime’s torso.
“–careful.” He hissed, squirming where he stood with his arms half pinned out to the sides and unable to move down further.
Unable to resist her curiosity, Brienne slid her fingers up under the side of the plate armor and prodded at his side.
Jaime jumped, scrambling a few inches from her where he could manage. “Hey! What is wrong with y–”
She cut him off with a mischievous grin. “I never would have pegged you as the ticklish type.”
Jaime groaned, trying to twist and gain leverage to free himself by himself. “As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know, I am going to murder you.”
Brienne smiled at him, glancing down at where his legs were tangled in their own armored cages. “Well, come now, that seems like wishful thinking.”
“What does?” Jaime huffed impatiently. “That I could kill you?”
“No.” She laughed lightly, amused. “That you’re going to be in any shape to do anything by the time you get out of this.”
Jaime’s knees seemed to liquefy at her words just as he half-gasped out, “I —what?”
She reached in again, scribbling deliberately this time at his skin. Jaime sucked in a shivering breath, drawing his stomach in tight. It was useless, but he tried to squirm away from the lingering touch of her fingers.
“B-Brienne.” Jaime choked out, voice higher than she had ever heard him. “Please.”
“You know, you’re almost cute enough to have pity on.” She smirked, reaching up to tousle his hair.
Jaime snorted at that, shaking his head to try to get it out of her way, however useless his attempts may have been. “Get me out of this or I’ll— ohgods stop stahahahop! Nohohoho!”
“You’re not the one giving the orders..” She teased, running her fingernails up and down his abdomen gently, scribbling them about like the legs of a spider.
“Ohmygods stop- please! I’ll do anything!” Jaime hissed, shaking with barely-suppressed laughter.
“Anything?” She asked playfully.
“Anything!” Jaime answered quickly, his eyes wide. “Please!”
“Oh alright… How about I stop tickling and help you out of here…” Brienne began, “if after I do, you let me see where else you’re ticklish.”
Jaime’s face grew warm. “What? I- I’m not tick—”
“Really?” She asked sarcastically, prodding her fingers into his side and making him squeak.
“Okay, okay fine! No traps–and no, no tying my arms up like this godsawful—”
“Careful… that armor belongs to the Starks, it would be wise not to insult it.”
Jaime closed his mouth, looking down. “Can you… please, get me out of this.” He spoke as calmly as he could, his stomach still dancing with butterflies at the prospect of being tickled any more.
“Why yes, I do believe I can help.” Brienne winked, laughing as she reached up to wriggle Jaime’s arms loose from the heavy armor set.
Finally, he was freed. His arms came down swiftly to rub out the excess tickles from his sides. “Shit. Remind me never to try something like that again.”
“Oh I think you’ll remember.” Brienne smirked, starting toward the stairs. “Now then, when we get back upstairs, take off those boots.”
Jaime blushed, his eyes widening at her comment. But he followed her, faltering only slightly in his step as he honored his word and went to pay his debt.
Ngl at first I thought you were exaggerating, but nah, that man is a fucking menace. Using his elbows? Who even DOES that, like wtf? & the countdown being so sporadic & teasy is further proof. Bro is a ler sleeper agent & I think you activated him or something
I WASNT BEING HYPERBOLIC IN THE SLIGHTEST 😭😭 Glad I could clear my name and my reliability
AGSJAGSJAHS A LER SLEEPER AGENT THATS THE BEST WAY I'VE HEARD TO DESCRIBE THIS GUY THATS HIM !! THATS LITERALLY HIM !!!
Could we get a lil drabble with lee Eiffel & lers Minkowski & Lovelace? I feel like they’d bully him so much lol
He Had it Coming
I wanted to get something written because I am about to be Very busy. It's kinda rough writing-wise but I love them and the little family they built. Thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy this <333
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“Wait Commander! I’m sorry! Nononono plehehehease!” Minkowski was merciless as she disregarded Eiffel’s pleas. Her brows were drawn together in the single-minded pursuit of making her Communications Officer eat his words.
Said comminications officer’s laughter jumped in pitch when she redirected her attention to his stomach, prodding and kneading the softness there in a way that punched Eiffel’s breath out of him in a wheeze.
Minkowski scoffed, “You’re not sorry. Not yet at least.” Her tone darkened, “Oh, but you will be.”
“So, what did he do this time?”
Eiffel managed to suck in a few hasty breaths when Minkowski faltered briefly. He turned to Lovelace floating there in the doorway, his saviour, “Nothing! I didn’t do anything!”
She just looked at him disbelievingly before her gaze slid over to Minkowski, eyebrow arched questioningly.
“He said that Chicago was a bad musical!” She squeezed at Eifel’s sides, anger renewed at the reminder, “Can you believe it?!”
Lovelace nodded, “Yeah, he totally deserves this. You should let me help, I found this really neat spot the other day that I think you’d enjoy.” Minkowski gestured at her, like have at it. There’s more than enough Doug Eiffel to torture for everyone.
“NO!” Eiffel, on the other hand, did not appreciate this, “Yohohohou don’t have to dohohoho this! Lovelace! Commander! Hahahave mercy!”
Of course, there was no mercy to be had as he was completely ignored in favour of Lovelace saying “There’s this spot right under his chin where, if you scratch it, he fucking snorts and it is adorable.”
Any attempt at defending himself was easily thwarted by the two significantly stronger women and Lovelace’s point was quickly proved.
“Aw!” Minkowski cooed, “That is adorable. You know, maybe I can forgive him if I can hear that a few more times.”
Lovelace grinned was Eiffel thought was a grin made of pure evil and said, “Your wish is my command, Commander.”
Eiffel made sure to sing the praises of any musical that Minkowski mentioned for a good long while after that.
More hear me outs from the epic fandom, Eurylochus, Ares, Poseidon, Hermes & Perimedes. Not sure how many were allowed to do lol
EPIC!! EPIC EPIC EPIC!!! No worries, you're allowed to submit literally as many characters as you'd like, no limit!! And I'll hear you out on all of these guys omg love love love!!
I'm putting in one of my favorite cakes ever for this bunch! Here's a Greek orange cake for your submission!! Hope you enjoy your treat :D
How about 12 with Rooster & Hangman? I just need to see more of my himbos
12: Heatwaves by Glass Animals
Come to the ranch, Jake had said, meet my sisters, he said.
Rooster, love dumb and eager to please, had said yes, of course. He’s never been to Texas, and why wouldn’t he want to meet Jake’s family? Other than his dad, Jake’s family seemed pretty cool by the sounds of it, and of course Rooster would take the excuse to see Jake in a cowboy hat and double denim.
Yeah, Rooster had wanted to punch Hangman’s dad a few times because he had made some homophobic comments, and yeah, horses don’t smell all that great, but It had all mostly been good fun. That is, until a heatwave started four days into their trip, and then the power went out.
Jake, like the trooper he is, still went out in the heat to do the tasks his mom had asked of him, and he still went out of his way to give his nieces horseback riding lessons that had previously been on hiatus due to the mission. Rooster, however, being a California boy through and through, felt like death. He’s never dealt with crippling, humid heat like this.
When Jake gets to his childhood bedroom, Bradley is on the bed fanning himself, neck stretched so his face could be in the line of the small, battery-operated fan that Jake had picked up the day before. The power was still out and the room was slowly darkening, sun setting.
“I was just thinking of you,” Bradley says, smiling up at Jake.
“Oh really?” Jake says, sitting at Bradley’s feet, “like what you see, Bradshaw?”
“I certainly do, cowboy,” Rooster responds with a wink, “I was just thinking about how.. well,” he feigns sheepishness, “I was thinking about how someone that complains as much as you do had managed to survive in the pits of hell for so long.”
Jake lets out a surprised laugh, “you pretty-boy Californians are just too sensitive, s’all,” he drawls, “‘s not even that hot.”
“We are not,” Rooster insists, “California is plenty hot, but this is on a whole different level.”
“Just sounds like you’re sensitive to me.”
“Not true.”
“Is so.”
“Nope.”
“Oh really?” Jake grins that stupid, smug grin that gets Rooster riled up in every possible way, “if you’re not sensitive, this won’t bother you, I guess, Mr. California.”
Jake grabs one of Rooster’s ankles, putting it in a headlock and quickly spidering his fingers from Rooster’s heel to his toes. Rooster squeals before descending into panicked, giggly laughter.
“Jahahake, nohoho!”
Jake looks up at Rooster, watching his nose scrunch up as he giggles uncontrollably, “thought you weren’t sensitive, Roos.”
“Nohohot lihihike THIHIS!” Rooster’s shrieks when Hangman’s fingers start to tickle in between and underneath his toes. “NAHAHAT WHAHAT I MEHEHEANT!”
“Well, I’m no doctor, but this here looks like sensitivity to me, Brad,” Jake laughs, squeezing each of Bradley’s toes and watching as Rooster throws his head back.
“JAHAHAKE!”
“That’s my name, darlin’.”
“PLEHEHEHASE! TIHIHIHICKLES!” Rooster screeches, desperately kicking in hopes that he’ll throw Jake off.
“Fine, you big baby,” Jake giggles, letting go of Rooster’s leg and sliding up the bed, spooning his giggling boyfriend from behind.
Rooster takes a few minutes to get rid of his excess giggles, wrapping Jake’s hands in his. They lay in the quiet serenity for a moment, sun setting through the window.
If you need to talk about my adventures with superman my door is literally always open & I want Clark to be completely wrecked, he’s sooo lee coded
hoarded this so i could post a snippet of the fic i started for them. clois be upon ye:
Clark full-body shivers to the point where Lois almost loses her balance.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Lois pulls her hands away.
“Y-Yep, I’m fine! Promise.” He squeaks and gives a thumbs up, but his head remains steadfastly buried in the mattress. His ears are bright pink where they poke out from his hair.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Lois’s smile creeps into something mischievous. She leans down towards Clark and walks her fingers up his back. He lets out a small eep and cranes his neck to watch her.
“Are you ticklish, Smallville?”
“Uhh…” Clark laughs nervously, avoiding her eyes. “I feel like no matter what I say, this is going to end badly for me.”
