#lee!grayson

[grayishgiggles]

It’s all fun and games being a protector and hero until a villain finds out the one thing spider-man’s weak to

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(This is Gray I just can’t send asks from my main acc???)

I saw u wanted tickle art requests :3 would u wannaaaaaa uhhhh,,, destroy Grayson or Miguel? :3

this is lowkey such a flattering request to receive…I love drawing ocs…oomfs ocs…and I just love grayson soo much I totally had to take this up!!

@grayishgiggles

[tickletastic]

Drink or Dare

Fandom: The Inheritance Games

Ship: N/A

Summary: Takes place during the game of Drink or Dare played in the treehouse in The Brothers Hawthorne. My take on how they managed to get a smiley face on Grayson's tummy during the game.

“No,” Grayson grits through clenched teeth, but his brothers can see the glint in his eyes, he's nervous.  “Absolutely not.”

Drink or Dare had always been a bit embarrassing, a bit vulnerable and silly. It’s an even playing ground for the Hawthorne boys, a way for them to get some semblance of real vulnerability from each other. So far, the dares hadn’t been too bad, at least not on Grayson’s end, but he figured his brothers were working their way up, there’s no way they’d go easy on him the entire time. 

After Xander was made to create a Rube Goldberg machine just to slap his own ass, and Nash chose to eat a piece of his cowboy hat instead of drinking the toxic slurry the brothers had made as the alternative option, Grayson figured the embarrassment and silliness would soon target him. His brothers were here to take his mind off of things after all, and Hawthornes have always been partial to believing that embarrassment could be a great distractor. 

“You know the game, little brother,” Nash says in his smooth, Texan timbre. How he’s the only Hawthorne brother with the signature Southern drawl is beyond Grayson, but the authority in his voice still sends a shiver down his spine, and the way his laid back demeanor lends itself to teasing his brothers.

“This is juvenile,” Grayson shirks, avoiding eye contact with all of his brothers, glancing shiftily around the treehouse. 

“I’d expect nothing more from a Hawthorne Drink or Dare,” Jameson remarks, signature lazy smirk on his face. He keeps capping and uncapping the Sharpie, the click-click-click working up Grayson’s nerves.

“Okay Mr. Broody McBrooderson, we’ve known that you’re crazy ticklish since, like, birth, basically. So why don’t you just let us draw you a new face? That, or my newest Hawthorne patented concoction is all yours to savour.” Xander buzzes, reaching out to poke Grayson in the side, to which he recoils so violently that he practically ends up in Nash’s lap. Nash offers Grayson no favours, and he digs into his younger brother’s ribs with two clawed hands. 

“Nash! No! Nahahash, stop it!” Grayson yells, trying to keep his normal edge of authority in his voice, his cool demeanor cracks with every knowing wiggle to his sensitive ribs. He starts to squirm away, nearly a mess already from Nash’s short row, and Xander, adding his teasing fingers to the mix, gets him begging embarrassingly quick. “Fuhuck! Okay! Ohohokay!”

“Begging for mercy already, little brother?” Nash teases, withdrawing his fingers from Grayson’s ribs and ruffling his brother's hair. Grayson huffs out of his nose and shakes his head out of Nash’s grip, batting away Xander’s lingering fingers.

“What will it be, Gray?” Jameson asks, grinning from across their makeshift circle. 

Grayson glares in Jameson’s direction, and sneaks a look at the grotesque mixture he can choose to drink as an alternative to his brothers’ silly dare. The “liquid” is a strange, mildewy colour, a terrible concoction of ketchup, A1 sauce, hot sauce, milk, and lemonade. It bubbles and curdles at the top, unendingly since Xander added the final ingredients to it more than an hour prior, and it’s enough to convince Grayson that maybe, just maybe, the dare would be more bearable. 

“Fine, but this is still a childish dare,” Grayson gripes while he begins unbuttoning his silky white dress shirt, revealing the white tank top beneath it. He grimaces at the feeling of cold air over his torso as he strips the tank top too. 

“Lay down,” Jameson demands, smirking at his brother, reaching out to grab the Sharpie he had placed on the floor. He’s on his knees quick, approaching the other side of the circle to kneel above Grayson. 

“Am I gonna have to hold ya down, Gray?” Nash asks, looming over Grayson with a far too pleased look on his face.

“I’m not five, Nash, I can stay still for a stupid dare.” 

“Something tells me that you’re going to regret that attitude,” Nash teases, kneeling at his brother’s side in case Jameson needs some help finishing the job.

“Alright, Gray,” Xander starts with a smile, a face of pure glee at the possibility of seeing his brother laugh for once, “this might tickle.”

Jameson uncaps the Sharpie, and brings it down slowly to Grayson’s skin, the anticipation making his older brother squirm. When the tip finally touches down on Grayson’s belly, he gasps, and curls completely into a ball, pushing the Sharpie away.

“Grayson, bud, I know you can do better than that sorry excuse for staying still.”

Grayson blushes bright red, and he hates that the embarrassment of it makes him blush even more. Its mortifying. He brings his hands up to cover his face, groaning in a rare display of vocal frustration.

Jameson takes this as the opportunity that it is and brings the marker down again to work on the eye of the smiley face he’s drawing. 

Grayson screeches, hands thrown down to protect him from the tickly, wet ink of the permanent marker, and Jameson levels him with a bored look. The reversed roles, Grayson acting out and Jameson responding with a bored indignation, flusters Grayson even more. He’s trying to get ahold of his expressions again when Nash grabs both of Grayson’s wrists in one of his hands, hauling them above his head.

“I warned ya, Gray,” Nash teases, nodding at Jameson to continue. 

Jameson tries to finish the first straight line he had started for the smiley face’s eye, dragging the Sharpie from under Grayson’s pec to the bottom of his ribs, but his older brother’s squirming, and the huffy, aborted giggles he’s letting out, distract from the attempted masterpiece. Grayson even starts bringing his legs up in an attempt to block his brother from continuing. 

“Xan, some help, please?” Jameson asks with a mischievous wink. Xander nods like an excited puppy before climbing on top of their brother’s legs, effectively pinning him so Jameson can have unrestricted access. 

“Wait! I’ll drink,” Grayson tries to reason, while Xander makes finger wiggling motions in his direction, making him dizzy with restrained laughter and anticipation. 

“No can do, Gray,” Jameson snorts, “you already chose your fate.”

“Them’s the rules!” Xander exclaims. 

This time, when Jameson’s marker makes its inevitable descent, there’s nothing Grayson can do but accept the giggles that are pouring out of him, the thought of the tickly feeling making him giddy even before the marker can touch down. When it finally does, Grayson snorts, throwing his head back into Nash’s knees, a smile creeping up that threatens to split his face.

Jameson is able to finish the first eye this time, despite Grayson’s wigglyness, and he gets halfway through the second when Grayson squeals, the Sharpie hitting a sensitive spot on his ribs. Jameson, always the troublemaker, presses down with the marker, wiggling it around in the same spot, going over the first half of the second eye again and again. 

“Ja-Jahahamie! Mercy, plehehease!” Grayson screeches, pulling desperately at his arms in hopes that Nash will show him some mercy. He’s been tickled absolutely silly by his brothers many times before, but something about this time is so flustering. Maybe it’s because it isn’t really supposed to tickle, or because he’s trained himself to be completely serious all of the time, or maybe even the stress with Gigi and Savannah. Whatever it is, it makes the Sharpie tickle a hundred times more.

“It’s a wonder you’re this ticklish and alive, Gray,” Nash teases, but he can’t help his own smile at his normally serious brother giggling himself silly. 

Grayson’s blush sits high on his cheeks, creeping up his ears, but there’s nothing he can do but take the silly torture. His giggles are high-pitched and bubbly, forcing out a playfulness he hasn’t experienced in ages. 

“JAMEHESON!” Grayson shouts, snorting through his laughter when Jameson begins to use the canvas of Grayson’s tummy as the location of the smiley face’s mouth. The repeated back and forth motion sends Grayson into a flurry of snorts and squeals, only egged on by Jameson deciding that the face should have a tongue exactly where Grayson’s belly button is. 

While Jameson fills in the tongue he drew with the marker, Grayson screams so shrill and panicked that it shocks him into stopping. When Grayson keeps squealing and shrieking, tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes, Jameson grins down at him, lopsided. “Gray, I’m not even doing anything.”

“Oh,” Xander says, and Nash and Jameson both look his way, “that might be my bad.” Xander’s fingers are going to town on Grayson’s socked feet, and Grayson is laughing so hard that it’s coming out in wheezes, hiccuping for breath.

“Pl-p-puhuhlehehease! Cahahan’t! Gohohonna die!” Grayson begs, too weak to wiggle or pull for escape.

Just before Jameson can bring the marker back down to Grayson’s tummy, Nash’s voice, in his designated Big Brother Tone, cuts through the air, “alright, alright, kid’s had enough.” 

Jameson snickers, and Xander makes a vaguely disappointed noise before backing off of Grayson. Once he’s free, he curls up into a ball, stray giggles and wheezes leaving him breathless still. Nash can’t help but reach out to ruffle his little brother’s hair again.

“Thahat was hehell,” Grayson sputters, but the smile on his face has yet to go away.

“Could’ve been worse,” Xander says, “it could’ve been a Rube Goldberg machine to slap your own ass.”

[mushyblushyredhead]

IT IS DONE!!✨👹 GRAYSON MEETS THE SQUIRMLES 🪱

Squirmles critters belong to @wormonastriing

Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff

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Update: Elijah got his revenge

@parker-fluff owns Grayson you know the whole deal :3

GRRRRR I LOVE THEM SMMM

+a lil sketch I made of em

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Stress Relief

A/N: spent the afternoon on this !! :D it’s been quite awhile since I’ve written something so sorry if it’s shitty 😭 Warning there is some heavy angst at the start but it slowly gets better, no worries ^^ as always Grayson belongs to the great, the almighty, @parker-fluff go ahead and follow them if you like having a left kidney. Just felt the need to write some comfort fluff with my favorite 2 boys, hope you enjoy !! :’]

Grayson slammed his things on his desk, locking his dorm door as he threw himself onto the bed. He’d been having by far the worst week of his life, which he wouldn’t exactly call an accomplishment. College constantly buried him up to his eyeballs in graded assignments, and he wish he could just drown in them. Plus, Elijah had said he was gonna be busy all week rehearsing with his band in their studio, he wished he could just forget all his problems by strumming the strings of a guitar like Elijah could.

Grayson felt frustrated, upset, confused, all of the above. He just wanted to curl up in his bed and never come out.. but, he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He was taken off guard by the vibration of his phone in his pocket, when he took it out he was pleasantly surprised by a text from Elijah.

*“Hey Gray! Sorry I haven’t been able to catch up, it’s been a pain in my ass trying to memorize this entire sheet. Anything new going on? :)”*

His eyes lit up slightly, but he didn’t know how he could just *ask* Elijah to come over. He sighed, tapping the letters on the keyboard with his thumbs.

“Nothin much, just tired”

He hit send and put his phone on the nightstand, pulling the pile of fluffy blankets onto him as he got snuggled in, planning how he was gonna survive tomorrow with all these new assignments.

Barely even 2 minutes into his slumber, he was awoken by a multicolored portal in his dorm which he immediately recognized. His things floated around the room and out came from the portal a rather familiar face, Elijah. “Alright, listen I KNOW something is up when you don’t add a period at the end of your sente- woah.. Hey, you alright bud?” Elijah cut himself off, taken aback by the teary eyed Grayson in front of him. Grayson struggled a bit out of his nest, Elijah immediately walking over and wrapping his arms around him, Grayson returning it but a lot tighter as tears rolled down the college student’s cheeks.

“Hey, hey.. it’s alright, it’s okay I’m here.. let it all out…” Elijah reassured, rubbing his back as he let him cry into his shoulder, not even thinking about his jacket being ruined. “I-I missed you.. *sniff”* Grayson choked out as Elijah sighed. “I know.. I missed you too, man.. I missed you too..” After Grayson got all the tears out of his system, Elijah lightly pulled him back so he could see his face, moving some of his messy hair from it. “Rough week?” He asked, in which Grayson replied with a nod. “Yeah, I get what you mean.. You’re not alone, the bands been fighting all week over what key the song is in and who’s gonna do the solo and stuff.” He explained, sitting on Grayson’s bed as the short Spider-Man quickly accompanied him. “..Do you want me to make you tea? That usually calms your nerves.” Grayson responded with a head shake.

“..Maybe a board game?”

Another shake.

“A song?”

Yet another.

“A old shitty movie?”

Every single time he was met with that same small no. Man, kid was really in the gutter.. Elijah sighed, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close. “..Alright, no worries. I’ll just stay here with you..” He reassured him. While they sat in insufferable silence, the sound of a small squeak suddenly pierced the white noise, Elijah slightly lifting his hand up. “Woah, you alright? I-I didn't hurt you, right?” Elijah looked at him with a worried face, his fear melting off a bit when Grayson replied with a small ‘no’. “I-It’s just-“ He looked down at his mismatched socks. “…I-I was wondering if you could like-..” Grayson stammered a bit while Elijah looked over at him, patient but curious as Grayson tripped over his words. It wasn’t until he motioned for Elijah to come closer, in which he whispered into his ear. “..C-can you… can you ticklememaybe?-“ Grayson muttered quickly, immediately turning away afterwards as a warm smile melted onto Elijah’s face. Normally, he would tease Grayson to death over this, but it seemed this wasn’t a good scenario.

“Alright, snugglebug. C’mere.” He patted his lap, already getting some nervous giggles from Grayson as he let Elijah gently carry him in it. “Theeerree we goo, all nice and snuggly. Now then, where were we? Oh yeah, almost forgot!” He lightly dug his fingers into Grayson’s sides, causing a near shriek from him which dissolved into happy giggles as he curled his legs in. “Eehehehe!- I-Ihihit tihihicklehehes..” He whined, squealing as Elijah lightly pinched up his ribs. “I can imagine it does seeing how much you’re giggling.” He smiled while Grayson tries hiding his face, his arms coming crashing back down when Elijah pinched his upper rib. “Oi, keep your hands off your face, mister!? Weren’t you taught in school that it’ll make your hands dirty?” He teases lightheartedly, spidering his fingers over his tummy.

“Sh-shuhuhush!-“ Grayson managed to giggle out, snorting between his laughs. “Excuse me? How dare you tell me to shush! I’m an American citizen with rights, thank you very much!” He chirped, leaning over and blowing a raspberry on Grayson’s neck, earning a screech from the poor kid. “NAAHAHHAHAA!!- YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKEHEHERR!!” He laughed, giggling even harder when Elijah gasped dramatically. “Well, it seems you’re not gonna learn your lesson with that language! So I’ll teach it for ya!” He buried his face into his neck, blowing another raspberry while Grayson squirmed and snorted about, making no effort to get away. After a few more smaller raspberries scattered around he let Grayson take a breather.

“You alright there, bud?” He felt his heart warm up when he saw Grayson smiling like a happy kid. “..Y-yeahehehe..” He giggled out, squeaking and scrunching his shoulders when Elijah gave his ears a few kisses. “Stahap!-“ Grayson giggled, his blush traveling to his ears while he swatted at Elijah weakly as they both laughed. “You wanna cuddle, bug?” He asked, grinning when Grayson nodded. “Alright, blanket fort time!” He exclaimed, making Grayson giggle a bit as they immediately began retrieving blankets and pillows.

Maybe next week won’t be so bad, after all.

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Hiii<3

Can I request number 82 with ler Nash and Lee grayson? Thank you

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82: “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

"Nash, this is immature," Grayson grit out, firmly planted at his desk with no indication of moving anytime soon.

"Immature it may be," Nash replied, Texas timbre low and serious, "I think it's about time you get a move on from this work and get some actual sleep."

"I have been-"

"Sleep that's not on a blow-up mattress in your office." Nash clarified, eyeing the bare mattress wearily. "Do you sleep like a vampire, Gray? There's not even a blanket. Are you sleeping in your suits?"

"That would be unsanitary," Grayson bristled, "I have work to do, if you don't mind."

"Mind, I do, little brother," Nash moved from where he had been leaning on the doorframe, and shut the door quietly, as not to disturb the other late-night compatriots of the Hawthorne Foundation. "Now, you can come with me the easy way, or the hard way, and I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out what the hard way'll be."

Nash stretched his fingers in a way that was barely noticeable, but enough to turn Grayson's face red. Grayson focused his eyes back on his laptop, and started typing his document once again. "I'm working, Nash. You can show yourself out."

A few moments passed in silence, and Grayson had enough time to re-engross himself in his work. When he heard the sound of knuckles cracking from behind him, he looked back and then up, locking eyes with his older brother.

"You're-" Grayson paused to swallow nervously, “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

"Really, Gray," Nash started, making his voice sound exhausted in a playful way, "you've given me no choice."

As the most ticklish of the Hawthornes, Grayson barely had time to feel like a deer in the headlights before Nash's fingers were digging roughly into his ribs, in the way Nash knew drove him crazy. He squealed, realizing much too late the position he had got himself trapped in, stuck in his chair at his desk, Nash's body weight behind stopping any movement of it. Grayson was trapped, but he wouldn't give in so easily. Even if Nash scratching between his fourth and fifth rib made him want to implode with how sensitive it felt.

"Nash! I hahave wohork to do!" Grayson screeched, giggles erupting and overflowing.

"If stubborn is the method you're choosing," Nash grinned, reviling in the rare laughter of his younger brother, "than tonight, Gray, will be a long night for the both of us."

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Day 12: Bites/Nibbles˚✧₊⁎☆⁎⁺˳✧༚

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by: @august-anon

Lee!Grayson

A/N: This was part of an art trade I did with the lovely @parker-fluff ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳ Grayson Parker belongs to them ✌🏻