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perhaps perhaps…. Another lifeweaver fic? IF you’re comfortable with writing this bit, could it include an insecure reader? Like around the stomach and waist maybe? And just this WHOLE teasing thing. I’ll leave the rest to you! This page is absolutely a rare find!!!

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧 “𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫” 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

an: aww i loved this request, it’s perfect for him with how kind he is, thank you so much! enjoy! 🤍

"Are you almost ready, my dear?"

"Just a moment!" You called out behind the bathroom door.

Niran had booked the two of you an evening reservation at a nearby elegant restaurant, to which you were currently getting ready for. He waited patiently outside the door, sitting on your bed in the shared apartment, adorned in a nice, white button up shirt and black dress pants.

You, on the other hand, were standing in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not you looked good enough for tonight's event. You scrutinized your outfit, suddenly noticing all the flaws and imperfections that were effervescent on your figure.

Almost ten minutes had passed, and Niran took notice of the silence coming from inside the bathroom, so he gave a small knock to the door with concern lacing his voice.

"Is everything all right in there?"

You swallowed, pushing down the lump in your throat that threatened to make tears form in your eyes. Hesitantly, you broke your gaze from the mirror and turned towards the door, opening it slowly and refusing to look at Niran with a reluctant frown, keeping your eyes fixed to the floor.

His eyes lit up, scanning your outfit with a wide smile. "My, you're blossoming!"

He tilted his head up to look at your face, his own faltering when he noted your scowl and your sunken eyes that refused to make contact with his own. "Love, is something wrong?"

An embarrassed blush clouded your cheeks and your shoulders dropped, fingers coming together to fidget anxiously with one another. "I'm sorry, I don't look very nice."

Niran's brows furrowed, his face expressing one of confusion and sadness at your statement. "Whatever do you mean? You look amazing!"

You sighed, biting your lower lip nervously before shifting your eyes towards your torso. "It's just...I'm not very attractive in this. My stomach-"

Niran stepped forward, cutting you off with a stern, yet kind tone in his voice. "Now where did you get that idea from?"

You still wouldn't dare to meet his eyes, so he took it upon himself to move closer and bring a hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards and forcing your eyes to greet his. They shone with concern upon seeing the glaze of tears in your eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.

"I think you look lovely. Matter of fact, I know it." His tone was soft, accompanied by a warm smile. Your lower lip quivered at his words, and you looked back down in shame.

"But my stomach...It's just so.. I don't know, noticeable."

Niran shook his head. "It's beautiful, darling."

"No," you sighed, feeling the heat on your face only getting warmer as you continued, "it's not. It's unappealing and gross and I can't believe I haven't noticed it soo-"

"Hey."

The unexpected strictness in his voice made you look up at him, taking in a breath you didn't realize you had been holding in this whole time.

His brows were furrowed again, with his eyes slightly narrowed at you. The smile from his face was gone, but you could still see the softness in his eyes.

"I will not allow you to tear yourself down like this."

You were silent, so he continued.

"You are magnificent. Your body is magnificent. I don't look at you and see flaws, I only see the beauty. Every part of you, it's all heavenly. And I am extremely lucky to be the one to take you to dinner in that outfit."

Your blush only grew, but this time because of his loving compliments. You bit your lip, hands still fidgeting nervously. "Really?"

"I mean every word I say."

A small smile appeared on your lips, and you nodded your head. "Thank you, Niran." There was still a glumness hidden in your eyes that he could see, so he grinned and put his hands on your waist.

"I think your stomach is quite adorable." His fingers grazed over your middle, making you twitch and stifle a giggle, taking a small step back at the feeling.

"Hehey, be careful."

His grin only grew in size, a playfulness taking over him. "Aw, but how else will I cheer you up?"

His fingers lightly scribbled on your stomach as you squirmed away, trying to move away from him completely. His movements didn't deter though, and he effectively followed you until he had you almost leaning back against the bed.

Niran stayed in front of you, positioning his legs around your frame so you were trapped between him and the bed. Your back hit the mattress, and you realized you had no where else to go.

A wobbly smile adorned your features, giggles spewing out of you like a leaky faucet, making Niran smirk with a pleasant hum. "Just listen to those giggles! Seriously, how is every part of you so cute?"

"Nihihiran, noho!"

His hands travelled to your sides, giving them gentle squeezes with his thumb and forefinger. A squeal escaped from you, eyes crinkling shut and smile growing wide. Your hands were in front of you, trying to push his away to no avail.

"Niran, yes!"

Your giggles increased in speed and pitch as his fingers hit the extra sensitive spots on your sides, pinching wherever produced the best reactions.

"Such a pretty face with pretty laughter! I could listen to it all night!"

The blush on your face increased at his teasing, which by any means did not go unnoticed by him. He picked up the pace with his squeezes, moving upwards towards your lower ribs, his playful smirk on growing.

"Aww, what a lovely shade of pink! I should make you blush more often, hmm?" He enunciated his last word with a wink and a tweak to your ribs, making you squeak and squirm harder.

"Dohohon't sahahay that!"

"Oh, but why not? You're like a beautiful rose!"

His words made your stomach flutter with the feeling of butterflies. The way his tone was so teasy and playful had you wishing the mattress would swallow you whole, embarrassment creeping up to your neck and ears.

Niran's hands crept higher to your upper ribs, and instead of his awful pinches, he switched to spidering against them. The sensation made you arch your back with a squeal, giggles pouring out of you and making Niran coo.

"Aww, is it super ticklish here?"

You shook your head, refusing to admit just how badly his fingers affected you. "Nohoho!"

Niran gasped in mock surprise. "No? Then why are you giggling so much?"

"Gohoho AWAHAY!"

He made a noise of disapproval, shaking his head lightly with the smallest of a feigned frown. "Aw, but I how could I ever stop listening to those cute giggles!"

Niran's hands had found your stomach again, aiming for the spot directly in the center and scribbling his fingers on it. The sensation made you jerk backwards, your back falling onto the soft mattress underneath you. With a squeak, your hands crashed down onto his, pulling and pushing to try and rid his fingers from your torso.

Heavy laughter came from your throat, your head thrown back in mirth as your tummy was stretched out more now, giving him extra room to roam around and find the exceptionally ticklish spots.

He let out a giggle of his own, leaning forward and looking down at you with pure fondness. "Ooh, is this a bad spot?"

"Ehehenough teheasing!"

"Aw, but it's my favorite part! You're so precious when I tease you!" He had to speak up over the sound of your laughter.

God. Each tease just only made your blush worse. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide your deeply reddened face in the blankets of the bed. Niran noticed and shook his head with a heart-warming laugh, fingers still spidering against your stomach.

"Aw, don't hide now! How else am I gonna see that adorable face?"

You groaned through your laughter against the sheets, refusing to turn your head back and having to meet those playfully mischievous eyes and teasy grin. Niran didn't appreciate that though, as he took one of his spidering hands and brought it to your unprotected neck.

The sudden feeling of his fingers there made you screech, snapping your head back and bringing your shoulder to your ear to rid of the sensation. Those bubbly giggles were back yet again; little titters and squeaks making themselves known at random intervals.

"Aww, there you are!"

Niran gave a sweet smile at seeing your face again. His fingers still worked against your neck, no matter how much you tried to close off the open area with your shoulder.

His other hand was at your stomach still, randomizing his fingers with pokes and scribbles and prods to keep you squeaking and giggling. One of your hands came up to grab at his wrist on your neck while the other stayed pushing against the hand on your stomach.

"P-plehehease, aha! Ihihit tihickles so bahad!"

Niran snickered, that mischievous glint never leaning his eyes. "Oh good, that's what I was going for!"

"Nohoho!" Your feet kicked out as they dangled helplessly from off the bed, your head still pressed tightly to your shoulder. Niran pulled his hand away and switched to the other side of your neck and fluttered around your ear, making your giggles only rise in volume and head jerk the other way.

He laughed light-heartedly at your failed attempt to block his fingers out. "Will you stop talking bad about yourself now? Or should I keep producing these endearing giggles from you?"

"I-ehehe, Ihihi-!" You couldn't get the words out of your mouth, as the ticklish sensations were keeping you squealing and laughing. Niran slowed his fingers just slightly with a grin. "What's your answer, my love?"

"Ahaha, y-yehehes!"

With a contented hum, he ceased his fingers and lifted them away, stepping back to allow you space to catch your breath and collect yourself. Tiny giggles flew out of your mouth as you greedily took in air, bringing your hands up to cover your blushing face. Niran laughed with a bright smile. "Aw, did I tease you too much?"

You shook your head with a giggly groan. "Shuhuhut up!"

"Or maybe it tickled too much?"

"Niran! Stohop it!"

He giggled, stepping forward when you reluctantly removed your hands from your face and put his hand out for you to take. You took his offer and stood up from the bed with a smile, biting your lower lip anxiously.

He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the back of it. You smiled bashfully, looking up at him with a little giggle. Ugh, he was such a gentleman.

"You are perfect. Never forget that."

You nodded shyly, the wobbly smile never leaving your face as he spoke. He held your hand in his, rubbing a soothing thumb over your warm skin. "Thank you, Niran. I won't."

He grinned, bringing a hand to give a quick scribble to your stomach again. "Certainly not around me, huh?"

You giggled, pushing his hand away and rolling your eyes. A small yawn escaped from your lips, making you cover your mouth and shake your head. "I think you wore me out," you sighed. Niran gave a gentle smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

"What do you say to staying in tonight and I cook us a nice meal?"

You grinned, giving a small nod in approval. "I'd like that."

[featherlight-touches]

You're not alone

Junkrat / Lifeweaver / Baptiste

a/n: no one asked for a Junkrat comfort/tickle fic, but here it is. :) I hope you enjoy!

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Another successful mission had been completed, thanks to a certain rip tire from a certain Australian bombardier. Junkrat was quite proud of himself for this accomplishment but sadly, he was about the only one that was.

As the rest of the team congratulated each other on a job well done, Junkrat couldn’t help but notice that no one was talking to him. No “good jobs” or pats on the back for him, nothing. Just the usually cold shoulder or bored “yes, yes’s from those who felt like they had to acknowledge his existence.

With a disappointed sigh, he followed everyone back onto the ship as they departed back to base. The ride back was no different, everyone swapping stories on the mission and how many null sector they had taken out. Even Roadhog managed to get a praise from Ana, which didn’t surprise Junkrat at all, anymore.

Roadhog had managed to get on everyone’s good side quite easily within the team. Probably because they were scared shitless of the huge titan like man, but still, Junkrat was not far off in height and still didn’t get the same tone from everyone as Roadhog did.

He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he was slightly jealous of the positive attention.

In a desperate attempt to receive some praise, he spoke up amongst the chatter. “Did you guys see me tire at the end? Saved the day there, didn’t I?” He chuckled, almost nervously but hoped it wasn’t picked up on. Especially since he had gained the attention of almost everyone on board.

Their expressions dropped immediately from pleasant smiles to what could only be described as awkward glares.

“Oh please,” Tracer’s voice emitted from a few seats down. “You wouldn’t have even gotten them if it wasn’t for Mei’s blizzard!” She excitedly nudged said woman’s shoulder who happened to be sat beside her. Mei offered a shy smile in response and Junkrat could only listen as she was flooded with compliments from the rest of the team.

He sighed in defeat and remained silent the rest of the journey back to base. Why did his chest suddenly ache?

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Junkrat sat in silence within the workshop, tinkering idly with one of his concussion mines. He had lost track of time as his mind raced with things that wouldn’t concern him on a normal day. It frustrated him just how much the lack of positive attention was getting to him; he usually didn’t care about stuff like that. He had his bombs and was able to use them against those no-good bots. What more could he want?

He growled, reaching up and yanking at his already thinning hair. “Oi, Roadie!” He shouted out to an empty room. The silence confused him at first but was then immediately reminded that his friend was not there, he and the rest of the team had gone out for some drinks to celebrate their success.

Of course, Junkrat didn’t find out until after they had left. He reached into his pocket for the small note that was left for him in the kitchen area by Roadhog. It read “Gone out. Stay out of trouble, idiot.”

The words stung. They stung and left that horrible ache in his chest again that he was not a fan of. Frustrated, hurt and confused by it all, tears began to form in his eyes as he scrunched up the note into his fist and slammed them both down onto the desk in front of him.

He lowered his head down beside it and began to let out the sobs that overtook him.

Junkrat thought he was alone at the base, which helped clear his conscience of crying and showing weakness to anyone else. Nothing got to Jamison Fawkes. However, he wasn’t alone.

Baptiste and Lifeweaver just happened to be taking a stroll through the corridors on their way to the kitchen. They had been spending a lot of time together and declined the offer to go out with the rest of the team in favor of spending more time with just each other.

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard a strange sound coming from the workshop. “Do you hear that?” Baptiste asked, eyebrow raised in the direction of the noise.

“I thought everyone had gone out,” Niran said, approaching the doorway. Jean followed behind closely, both unsure what they would find. “Oh! It’s you, Junkrat.”

Junkrat almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice, letting out a small yelp and immediately turned with defences raised.

This caused both men to laugh, and they both held up their arms defensively. “Easy there, we won’t hurt you. We just didn’t expect to see you sat there.” Bap said.    

“Yes, we thought everyone had gone out.”

Junkrat sniffled, avoiding any eye contact with the two men. “Wasn’t invited.”

“Oh,” Baptiste responded, quick and awkward, just like how everyone spoke to him.

Niran frowned at the Junker’s tone, not used to hearing it so low and, well, sad. He approached, despite Baptiste reaching out in attempt to stop him, but Niran didn’t hesitate.

“Are you okay? You seem down.”

“M’fine.” Junkrat sniffled again, turning back on his chair with his back now facing them both. Niran exchanged a look of concern with Bap before taking the vacant seat beside Junkrat.

“Come now, I may not have known you for very long, but I’d say I know you well enough to know when something is eating away at you.”

Junkrat tried his best to ignore the man sat beside him, hoping that would make him go away. It was already humiliating enough that they both caught him crying, but now they were interrogating him about it.

“Junkrat?” Niran tried again.

“What?!” he snapped. “I don’t know anything!”

Niran laughed. “I’m not trying to pry you for information, silly. Just trying to help you.”

“We can go if you don’t want us here, you know.” Baptiste finally approached the pair, shrugging at Niran’s frown.

Junkrat stayed silent, was that what he wanted?

Niran leaned forward to try and read the expression the Junker was wearing, but it looked so dazed that he thought Junkrat had just got distracted again. He reached out to his bare side and gave it a quick poke. “Hello?”

The sudden sensation from the poke forced a startled squeak from Junkrat, surprising everyone in the room.

After a brief moment of silence the Junker cleared his throat. “G’day..”

Niran chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t know that would tickle you.”

Junkrat blinked in response. “It didn’t.”

“Are you sure?” Niran teased, bringing his finger to poke in the same spot, earning the same reaction as before, only this time Junkrat scooted a little bit away.

“Sure seems like it did.” Bap laughed, using his fingers to pinch the same spot on the other side of Junkrat which caused him to jerk away back towards Niran with a giggle.

“It didn’t! Stop doin’ that!”

Niran used this opportunity to reach out and grab onto both of Junkrat’s sides and scribble away at his already exposed skin. The sensations so foreign to the Junker that he immediately broke out into a fit of giggles. He tried to peel Niran’s hands off him but was unsuccessful when Baptiste also joined in, his hands tickling at his abs and tummy.

Junkrat couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had tickled him, or if he had even been tickled before. He was always so used to receiving pain from others that his senses were overwhelmed with this new feeling, his laughter only grew louder as the two kept tickling him, squirming in their grasp.

“STAHAHAP!”

“But Junkrat, you’re sounding like your old self again. This must be working!” Niran smiled, which the Junker wanted to punch off his face at that moment, but the tickling rendered him completely useless. Their fingers homed in on all sensitive parts of his torso with such accuracy that he was sure they were trained for this. They hoaxed such loud laughter out of him that he forced himself to curl his body down until he was now on the ground, hoping to escape this torture but all he did was make it worse for himself.

Both men followed and pinned him down to the floor below.

“Waitwaitwait- wehe can talk about this, mates!” Junkrat pleaded. “Maybe I’m a little ticklish, happy now?”

“That depends.” Bap smirked.

“On what?”

“Are you happy now?”

Junkrat stared blankly up at them, the smirks making him incredibly nervous. Why were they doing this to him? Was this just another way for the people on this team to mock him and bring him down even more?

“Why is everyone here out to get me?” Junkrat groaned, his head dropping down to the ground with a small thud. “What did I do wrong?”

This wiped the smirks clean off their faces.

“What do you mean?” Niran asked, concerned why the Junker would be asking such things. “We are just having a bit of fun with you; you look like you could use it. You seemed very upset.”

“That’s because no one likes me!”

Both men exchanged a look of hurt before looking back down at him. They released him from his pinned position and Niran placed a comforting hand upon the Junker’s shoulder.

“I ain’t tryin’ to be pest, but everyone treats me like one,” tears began to fill up his eyes once again. “I wouldn’t have joined this stupid team if I didn’t wanna help, yeah? But because I like to blow everything up, something that I love, everyone hates me.”

“You have a history behind you, Junkrat-“

“So does Roadie!” Junkrat quickly countered, bringing his arms up to place his palms up over his eyes. An attempt to keep the tears hidden. “Everyone likes ‘im though. They even use his actual name! No one uses mine.”

Niran tilted his head. “What is your name? I don’t think I know you to be anything other than Junkrat.”

“Jamison.”

“Well, Jamison. Since it’s something that you want, I will happily start calling you by your name.” Niran smiled. Baptiste hummed in agreement in which Junkrat peeked up at them to check for any expression of dishonesty.

“C-Cheers.” Jamison sniffled. “Uh… what were you guy’s names again? Eheh, I kinda forgot.”

“Niran.”

“Jean-Baptiste.”

“Nean, and Jirantiste.” He jokingly repeated, earning a laugh from the two. The first genuine laughs he earned from anyone from this team. “Thanks for tryin’ to cheer me up. You blokes ain’t bad!”  

“And neither are you. You’re not alone on this team, even if sometimes you feel like it.” Niran poked his tummy which earned another squeak. “And if you ever feel like this again, come find us and we’ll help bring that smile back onto your face.”

“Yeah, you look weird when you’re not smiling.” Bap chuckled, bringing his fingers down onto the Junker and tickling his torso. Jamison cried out with laughter, trying to squirm away but Niran kept him pinned.

“I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHACK, YOHOHOHOU BLOHOHOKES SUCK!”

“That’s not very nice.” Niran teased, joining in with the tickles and used his fingers to tickle at his neck while Baptiste had the rest of his torso covered. Squeaks, squeals and endless laughter filled the room as Jamison was under another ticklish assault.

Both men laughed along with Jamison as they tickled him silly. It was reassuring to know that not everyone on the team simply tolerated him. There were at least some people that liked him and that was good enough for him.