#ler!tim

[fluffyweeby]

A lil break from animating to finish a wip I started almost a year ago 😅😅

I love the batboys 🥹🥹

Hope you like it and stay hydrated 💧💧

[chimetime-tkls]

Marble Hornets fluff.... i ask of you.... hcs pls

-a lil snail...👀

Sure, thank you for the ask!

Jay and Brian are the biggest Lees of the group, the difference is how they behave. Jay is a little shit who starts chaos and "fight" just to get wrecked. While Brian is a little bit nicer about it - he'll simply walk to the nearest person and ask for tickles.

Tim is the biggest ler of the group. If there is anything tickle related is going on, Tim is joining in it.

When tickling anyone shy, Jessica loves calling them out and pointing things out dead on. If someone's in either a Lee or ler moods, she'll clock it and call it out immediately.

Sometimes, she'll wait until she is with the rest of the group, than go "hey guys! Brian is in a Lee mood, let's wreck him!" to give the Lee the attention they deserve.

Alex can't handle anticipation and verbal teasing in any way. More embarrassingly, if he is teased long enough, he'll get phantom tickles strong enough to make him giggle.

Jessica wheezes and snorts a lot and has an airy laugh in general.

Alex definitely tickled someone on the Marble Hornets set for "not paying attention to the script" once.

Brian definitely squeaks and kicks a lot.

Alex is a chaotic switch who loves starting shit. He'll start tickle fights, challenges and games just to entertain himself and rope everyone in.

Jay sometimes edits scenes from the Marble Hornets set to look like they are tickle scenes or at least implied to be tickle scenes, than set it to the boys from burner numbers. Seeing them all flustered and blushing the next day is worth it all.

Alex is not a fan of facial/mouth tickles. Most he can tolerate is tickly kisses from Amy, but even the idea of a raspberry makes him want to fly out of his skin.

Brian is a speedy ler and doesn't let anyone get used to the sensations. He skitters and spiders and swipes his fingers everywhere and jumps from spot to spot.

Before getting tickled, Alex needs to take off his glasses and put them somewhere safe. Because he is myopic, he requires glasses 7/24 and he doesnt want them to fall off and get cracked.

If something tickly is going, they are in a house and surprisingly Jay is not in a Lee mood, than he'll dip out to find a feather or a feather duster.

Alex smirks and grins a lot before he tickles someone, or when he is in a Ler mood in general.

[tickletastic]

80 for Connor Kent and Tim Drake please!

Ask Meme

80: “You should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

It was a lazy afternoon in the tower. Most of the young heroes were out with their mentors, or at school or the skate park or something like that. Who really knows what Gar does with his days.

The silence gave Kon and Tim much needed ambiance, the two had learned to take peace and quiet when it was given to them.

An afternoon watching shows on Netflix had devolved into something different, something more tender, and Tim slowly kissed a trail down Kon's neck.

"I love being here with you," Tim sighed, breath warm on Kon's skin. Kon's warm hands were tracing shapes on Tim's back, and Tim felt him trace a heart right over his spine.

Tim continued the kisses, making imaginary shapes with his lips over Kon's collarbones, feeling his boyfriend shiver underneath him. He loved to know that he was one of the few people with any power over Superboy, so strong and powerful, yet pliant under Tim's gaze, under his touch.

"Are you blushing?" Tim asked, when he noticed Kon's neck getting red. He looked up at Kon's face, for the first time in the last few minutes, and noticed his face was scrunched up, his eyes closed and jaw tense. "Oh."

Tim smiled fondly at his boyfriend, even though Kon couldn't see it, and started the kisses again, even softer this time. His fingers slipped under Kon's plain white shirt, tracing lazy shapes on his sides and teasing the bottom of his ribs.

Kon started to tremble, puffs of air leaving his nose as he cracked an eye open to take a look at Tim. The mischievous glint in Tim's eye told him enough, and he could feel the blush rising higher on his face.

"Baby," Tim's voice rumbled against Kon's collarbones, and it was enough to get a hiccupy laugh out of the other boy, "you should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

"Ihit-" Kon choked on a giggle, high and frantic, when Tim nibbled toothlessly at his adam's apple, "it ruhuhuins my street crehehed!"

"Really?" Tim asked, his fingers pinching up and down Kon's sides, eliciting more hiccupy laughter as the Kryptonian visibly struggled not to push Tim away. "I think you lost your street cred a long time ago, babe."

"Dihihid nohot!" Kon shrieked, his dimples forced out by the smile on his face.

"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you."

"Prohove it? What? Noho- Tihim, noho pl- AH!" Kon's shriek was shrill and loud, as he bucked his hips up to try to dislodge his boyfriend, hands still firmly on Tim's back.

Raspberries on his collarbones seemed to get him good, Tim noted, it wouldn't be long until Kon's street cred really would be in shambles.

[tklpilled]

free and young

(jon, tim)

summary: jon refuses to let go of his stoic persona, even on his birthday. tim takes matters into his own hands.

a/n: my motivation is gradually running out but it’s at least longer than some others. for ‘surprise’! for context, this takes place after the recording of jon’s surprise party found in early s5.

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

See, Tim knows that Jon naturally always seems like he wouldn’t know fun if it slapped him in the face. But, being Jon’s friend before the archives, he knows that it wasn’t always this bad. He knows Jon’s only putting on a persona, he’s just not sure why.

He hopes that, with his friends and enough wine, Jon would be willing to crawl out of his shell a bit more. Which—Jon’s certainly more talkative than usual, but he still manages to keep his composure throughout it all. Tim’s disappointed when Jon goes back to his office for all of a few seconds before he remembers that the door is unlocked.

“Boss!” cries Tim as he stumbles in, hurrying over to the desk and slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

Jon sighs. “What do you want.”

See what he means? “I’ve been thinking,” Tim announces as he takes his arm back in favour of resting his elbow on the desk, shoving papers aside to make room. “You’re too uptight.”

Jon quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, y’know,” Tim says, “you’re always acting like you’ve got a stick up your ass. And as your best friend,” he ignores Jon’s skeptical look, “I think you should let loose a little!”

Jon turns back to his desk. “Why should I do that?”

“You’ve got a fun side to you, believe it or not,” says Tim, prodding Jon’s chest. “I’ve seen it.”

“I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.”

Ah, so Jon is going to be difficult. That’s alright. Tim’s dealt with him before, after all.

And, see, one of the many things Tim’s learned about him is that it’s actually quite easy to get Jon to open up; in theory, at least, because it only works when Jon is in a good mood—by his standards, of course.

So, at Jon’s refusal, Tim does the only thing that comes to mind: he reaches out and scribbles his fingers on Jon’s stomach.

The reaction is immediate. Jon jerks backwards as he starts to laugh, not having enough preparation to be able to pretend it doesn’t affect him.

“T-ihim!” he gasps, choked out in between uncharacteristic giggles.

“This is your own fault,” says Tim, pinching Jon’s lower ribs. “Better keep it down, you don’t want Martin knowing how ticklish you are, do you?”

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 14 - Lose

Part 1

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

[tklpilled]

weightless

(sasha, tim)

summary: sasha is carrying lots of metaphorical weight on her shoulders, so tim gives her a non-metaphorical massage.

a/n: unedited. for the prompt ‘massage’!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

Sasha likes her job in the archives, she really does. There are worse places she could be. It’s just—it’s always hard adjusting to a new thing, and she loves Jon, but he’s not the best boss in the world. And she can’t blame him; he was suddenly thrown into a position he had no experience with, and that must be overwhelming, but that doesn’t mean he can take it out on his coworkers, especially Martin.

It’s not like Sasha has much archiving experience herself, and there’s so much work left behind, so yes, it does get to be a bit stressful—but at least there’s Martin’s tea and Tim’s jokes and Jon’s occasional appearance outside his office, and those brighten things up at least a little.

Some days the stress is heavier than others.

It’s like she can physically feel it weighing down her shoulders. Her back and head and everything aches, and all she wants is to go home and sleep for as long as she can manage. It’s probably showing on her face, but she ignores the couple of concerned glances cast her way. 

She startles when she feels hands on her shoulders. She knows it’s Tim right away—Jon’s hands are much smaller, and Martin is far too shy to do something like that without warning. 

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage,” Tim declares. Before she can ask why, he continues. “You’re stressed out! I’m helping.” His thumbs dig firm circles into her shoulder blades, and she smiles for the first time that day.

“Thank you,” she says, shutting her laptop and resting her head in her hands. She’s feeling better already, some combination of the massage and Tim’s presence and the knowledge that someone truly, deeply cares. She nearly finds herself drifting off, and while her desk isn’t as comfortable as her bed, she can’t find it in herself to complain even internally.

Her eyes flutter open as Tim’s fingers find the base of her neck. Now, Sasha’s not the most sensitive person, but that’s not to say she doesn’t have a fair amount of spots that make her laugh. Tim, of course, the self-proclaimed Expert Tickler of the archives, knows all about these spots of hers, but most of the time he’s nice enough to not start something with her. Today seems like an exception.

She has enough self control to not jerk away the moment the feeling shoots through her, although she does stiffen and raise her shoulders just a bit. 

“Sorry,” Tim says, the mischievous grin evident in his tone. “Accident.”

Sasha knows for a fact that it wasn’t any accident, but she hopes that if she stays silent about it he’ll give up.

Her hopes are futile. She should have known.

“T-Tihim, this isn’t—m-muhuch of a mahahassage,” she giggles, covering her mouth to stifle herself.

Tim sounds far too gleeful. “Ah, but it’s getting you to relax, no?”

She hates how she can’t argue. She lurches forward when his hands find the backs of her ribs, at the same moment Martin walks in and promptly flushes bright pink.

Without skipping a beat, Tim calls out his preferred type of tea, and then tells him Sasha’s order too, since she’s currently occupied. Martin stammers and fiddles with his hands awkwardly before nodding and walking back to the break room to put the kettle on. 

“I like that boy,” Tim says once he’s gone, over Sasha’s steadily growing laughter. “Wonder if we can manage to get both him and Jon for a night out.” He squeezes her sides, as if to ask her thoughts on the matter. 

Struggling to form clear sentences, she manages, “I thihihink Jon would fihire uhus.”

Tim sighs. “You’re right. Probably.” He crawls back up towards her shoulders and slowly stops tickling her until he’s giving her a regular massage again. 

“That was no help at all,” she tells him after catching her breath.

“You look better now,” is all he says, and Sasha can’t even deny that she feels much lighter.