Summary: A request from one of my favourite mutuals VBS ( @veryblushyswitch also sorry, I only just realised I should probably at you since I already responded to your ask thing). I meshed together the wake up prompt with her idea of Scott discovering Wallace was ticklish. Hope you enjoy this one!
Warnings: None, just a tickle fic. Also that this may be OOC since it’s been a while since I’ve watched this show.
Wallace had never been a morning person. For as long as he could remember, he could never properly get his brain switched on until at least 10:00AM, or sooner with a few cups of coffee forced into his system. The second most important rule Wallace had emphasised to Scott when they first became roommates (the first being ‘Don’t fall in love with me’) was to never ever wake him up in the mornings. This morning was different though, the night prior, Wallace asked Scott to get him up at eight since he had agreed to meet with Mobile that day for breakfast. He knew he’d end up being bitchy that early in the morning so he reassured Scott that he’d apologise to him later for it.
Scott’s eyes peered over to a sleeping Wallace at his side, nervously. He’d done a lot of stupid things but making Wallace mad was something he was hoping to avoid under any circumstances. Still, Wallace would just be more mad at him later if he flunked out on this, he reasoned. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Wallace’s bare shoulder and shook him about softly, speaking quietly to him in a scratchy voice.
“Wallace…time to get up.” Scott ushered him, sitting up and leaning against the backboard of the bed to get a better view of Wallace’s sleeping face. His eyes scrunched up at the sound of Scott’s voice before he pulled the blanket closer to him, exposing Scott’s legs to the cool air.
“You know, that’s my blanket too,” Scott chuckled, knowing he was a blanket hog most of the time. Wallace didn’t seem to find it funny though.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you pay for it?” He rebutted, his voice barely audible yet still somehow forceful, hoping he wouldn’t have to speak in this tired state again. Wallace’s body felt so, so drained and it was like staying huddled up in this blanket was charging him; he’d be good to go in a few hours. But it didn’t seem like Scott was willing to wait that long.
“Dude, seriously, you asked for this,” Scott shuffled closer, trying to dip her legs under the blanket and reclaim some of their warmth; a nudge from Wallace shut down that idea quickly. He placed his hand on Wallace’s shoulder once more, shaking his head while his thumb accidentally rubbed against his bicep. Wallace gripped onto the blanket a little tighter, a small gasp escaping his lips from the touch before a few giggles escaped his mouth.
“Hey, what’s funny?” Scott blinked obliviously. “I’m being serious, were you just messing with me or something?” His grip on Wallace’s shoulder tightened, doing no favours for the sleepy boy, forcing even more giggles out of his mouth. Wallace promptly buried his face underneath his blanket, praying that those tiny noises would go unnoticed by Scott. Unfortunately, they didn’t, because Scott can’t do anything right.
“Wait, dude, are you fucking ticklish?” Scott asked in a shocked whisper, never having expected someone like Wallace to have a literal sensitive side to him.
“I’m the n-nohormal amount of t-tihicklish, don’t make some bihihig deal out of this,” Wallace huffed, not sure if he was trying to convince Scott or himself. Either way, he was unsuccessful. Those fingers that had just been tormenting his shoulder snaked their way to his underarms, fluttering about delicately against his soft skin.
“Oh, no, no, no, I’m absolutely making a big deal out of this! You? Ticklish? Strong, confident Wallace can’t handle a bit of tickling?” Scott played up his teasing once he saw just how flustered Wallace was already getting, something that greatly annoyed his roommate because of how well it worked.
“I cahahan tahake it, your just ahahannoying!” Wallace retorted, trying to wriggle his way under the blanket to protect himself only to have it unceremoniously ripped off of him by Scott, who discarded it onto the floor. Wallace shivered from the feeling of the cold air against him almost bare body, glaring at Scott, ready to give him an earful for trying that but he didn’t get an opportunity before he straddled his waist.
“I don’t know why your being so difficult, you asked for this, I’m just waking you up,” Scott smirked at him, his hands slipping underneath Wallace’s grey T-shirt and digging into the soft, pudgy skin of his abdomen.
“IHIHI’M UHUP, I’M UHUHUP!!” Wallace cried out through his laughter, trying to hold onto his anger towards Scott but it was like it was seeping out with his laughter. His body felt like it was starting up now, able to wriggle and half heartedly fight against Scott pinning him down.
“Are you sureeeee? You still seem pretty tired to me, sure you don’t need me to tickle all that sleep out of you?” Scott prompted him in a playful tone, to which Wallace shook his head rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks glowing with a blush. Scott’s fingers began scurrying about beneath the fabric of his shirt, goosing and plucking his sides suddenly before switching back to skittering about all over his tummy, leaving Wallace all twitchy and squealing.
“Scohohot, I swehaHAHAR TO GOHOHOD-!!” Wallace laughed loudly, any sense of composure he might’ve had being thoroughly tickled out of him but Scott didn’t stop there, he was having way too much fun seeing Wallace smiling and squirming like this.
“Oh, you swear what? Whatcha gonna do, hm? Lay there and laugh? Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate,” Scott giggled to himself, jabbing his fingers deep between Wallace’s ribs, before sliding his fingers up and down the sides of them, wriggling against the little bumps of bone. Wallace seemed to be an absolute walking tickle spot, it was surprising Scott hadn’t figured out this little secret of his before now, but he had a lot of time to make up for now. Wallace, on the other hand, couldn’t even think clearly anymore, blushing up at a storm as he gave up trying to wriggle out of Scott’s hold, just letting himself be pinned down. Scott noticed that.
“Not trying to get away anymore, are we? What, decided we’re enjoying ourself now?” There was something about the way he was speaking that made Wallace feel a little more…connected to him. Sure, teasing was mean and evil and Scott should die for this but it was a little nice to let himself be subjected to Scott’s playful remarks rather than the other way around for once. Wallace snorted, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hand. Scott huffed heartedly in response and focused on plucking at his ribs once more.
“Yeah, you totally do,” Scott said casually, casually enough that Wallace was able to ignore it, “whatcha thinking, does it tickle more of the left side of your ribs-,” Scott gave a quick scribbling across Wallace’s left ribs, “or your right?” followed by him worming his fingers between his ribs. Wallace cackled and then shrieked respectively, bouncing about from side to side whilst his heels dug into their mattress, trying to find any sort of relief from all of the attention.
“T-THE RIHIHIGHT!!” He answered honestly, letting Scott take the wheel with this one and just going along with whatever he was saying to try and distract him selves. Scott made a clicking sound with his tongue at that confirmation.
“Oh, really?” With one of his hands, Scott began squeezing up and down Wallace’s right side, and his other began scribbling all against the same side of ribs, really trying to force out whatever laughter he had left in him out.
“OHOHOKAY, STOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHW!!” Scott’s killer move had, in fact, been killer, Wallace thrashed all about beneath Scott, filled with the compulsive need to move and inch away from Scott’s tormenting hands as much as possible. Luckily, Scott did that for him, slipping his hands out from Wallace’s shirt and even smoothing out the hem of it for him. Wallace laid on the bed like a damsel in distress, his right arm draped over his forehead as he caught his breath, feeling the red in his cheeks slowly begin to fade. Scott scooted off his hips, sitting down on his knees next to Wallace with a little smirk. Once Wallace meet his gaze, he raised an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked, a little uncertain, clearly hoping he would just be able to slip all of that under the rug.
“You totally enjoyed that, dude,” Scott grinned, to which Wallace groaned and turned away, standing up from his bed.
“Shut up, man,” Wallace mumbled, stretching, Scott slid over to him on the bed to be closer to Wallace, speaking in an unusual, high pitched voice.
“Oh, Scott, I hate being tickled so much that I’m going to sit here and make absolutely no attempts to stop you from tickling me to bits,” Scott clasped his hands together over his chest in a mocking sense, managing to earn an eye roll and a blush from Wallace.
“You were pinning me down, genius.” Wallace called out, already making his way to the door to try and go do something productive, and hopefully bury all those embarrassing, flustering feelings in his chest that were threatening to bubble up.
“Oh, and thanks for actually getting me up. That was effective.”
Scott smiled at the praise, calling out to Wallace as he left the room.
Summary: Not a lot of things offended Phone Guy. It was easy for him to laugh or brush things off. But when William makes Jeremy cry, he's gone way too far… (Friendship + tickle fic)
(Warning: fat shaming)
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It was the day before the Skate Park event, an event most of the employees loved to take part in. Scott was excited, Jeremy was excited. Michael was okay with it. William was also surprisingly looking forward to it.
However, there was an error with sizing, and the employees had been delivered shirts that didn't quite cover their whole stomach. Scott blushed when he realized it. He knew they'd have to do something about it, but what? The day of the Skate Park event was tomorrow.
Scott wasn't embarrassed about his body. He was skinny, and only a few people had made fun of him for it, to his confusion. Naturally he didn't hold onto a lot of body weight. He'd heard that in the caveman times, some people would put on body weight easier than others in order to survive the ice age. Well, he hadn't inherited those genes. But he'd never make fun of anyone who did. He'd been a bully victim all his life, so he knew what it felt like to be the odd one out.
Still, it wasn't very fun to bare his midriff in front of the other employees and explain to them what had happened.
William had tugged at his top. Being a tall man, his shirt had shown off more of his stomach, and even his ribs. He growled, not liking the situation.
Fritz sighed and shrugged. It didn't really affect him since he was used to wearing crop tops, but looking at the others, he realized there was a problem.
Coming out of the changing room, Michael sighed and looked away. His belly had a bit more fat than the others, but it was also muscled due to working out most of his life. He was now 21. Grumbling, he looked away. He was hoping there would at least be some women in the room he could impress.
And finally, Jeremy. Poor Jeremy had not been prepared. He always wore modest clothes, even outside of work. And deep down he held the most body shame of all his co-workers. Maybe it was due to all the sodas he drank, but his belly was fat and soft. He covered his stomach as he walked out of the changing room. He didn't make eye contact with anyone.
Scott stood at the front of the stage. He was going to announce to everyone why this happened. First he chuckled to lighten the mood, and then tried to explain a way out. He promised he would contact the manufacterer and get them all larger shirts! Scott talked with his hands, gesturing about the ways he would type on the computer and how the delivery truck would get here.
However, while Scott was distracted, William noticed Jeremy in the corner. He was trying not to be seen.
"What's the matter, Jeremy…?" William said snidely. "You're not ashamed of something, are you?"
Jeremy winced and shook his head.
"That's good!" William glanced at his arms covering his stomach. Jeremy started to sweat. This was not good. He got reminded of when bullies at school would surround him and make fun of him for being fat. He shook his head. Don't think about it…
Meanwhile, seeing Scott still in his headspace, William poked Jeremy in his ribs. Flinching, Jeremy's arms flew to protect them.
"Ah. I see…" William said, with a laugh, now noticing Jeremy's stomach fat and somewhat hairy. "Well, we can't all be winners, can we?"
The implication stung. Jeremy had never been the most popular person, but he'd never put it like that. To make it worse, a crowd of customers had gathered to see what was up, and they laughed. And then Jeremy was right back in the school ground, surrounded by the bullies…
By this time, Scott noticed something wrong. He went over to Jeremy to check on him. Jeremy was crying…
He glared at William who gave him a smug smirk. Okay, that was it. He'd tolerated William's shenanigans for far too long.
"What did you say…?!" Scott growled, looking rather fierce for an average-height man. William stepped back and put his hands up. He feigned innocence. Scott wasn't having it. "Oh no, no, no, no! You do not play that game with me!"
Scott sounded like he was scolding a child. William wondered if he was a father. This theory increased when Scott wiggled his fingers towards him. William felt his cheeks get hot.
"…You cannot be serious." William said, trying to downplay his upcoming punishment.
Henry came up behind him and held William in a full nelson.
"Oh, he is, dear friend!" Henry chuckled. William stiffened. The realization dawned on him that as the tallest person here, his shirt was also the shortest.
"Oh cohohohoohoohohome ohohohoohohohohohn!" He shrieked as Scott wiggled his fingers over his belly. "Hahahahahahahahhhahahahahaa whyhyyyhhyhhyyhhyhyhhyy!?"
"Aw! It looks like you're ticklish! Heh. How unfortunate!"
William wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face. But unfortunately, he was trapped. Scott's tickles over his sides and belly got faster and more intense. Occasionally he'd tickle his navel too, making him shriek.
William shook his head. He gritted his teeth and kept resisting.
Meanwhile, Jeremy noticed the sound of laughter and broke out of his stupor. He observed William getting tickled and chuckled to himself. Deserved.
"HHEEHAHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHEAHEHEHEHEHHAHAHEHEHAEHEAHEAEHE!" William screeched as Scott squeezed his sides, and wiggled his finger up and down his spine. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAAP!"
Scott didn't let up. The other employees watched, trying not to laugh.
"Are you sorry yet?"
"NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOOHHOOHHOHOHOOHHOOOO!" William cried, wiggling around and kicking. Scott stood out of the way, and continued to get him. Wiggling his fingers all the way to his upper ribs, circling around his back, and then going down again, attacking his belly with light squeezes, and then giving his hips squeezes as well. "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOHOU'RE SOHOHOOHHOOHHOOHO DEHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAD!"
"I'm not hearing an apology~!" Scott said in an irritating tone.
It was true though. William had never once apologized for hurting an employee. Scott thought a little extra convincing was in order. He slipped his hands in his armpits and made soft but intense circles in his pits.
"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAA!" William shook his head. "ALRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!!"
Scott removed his hands and let William catch his breath. He chuckled and covered his own stomach.
"I'm…… sorry……" William said between breathy laughs.
"Sorry for what…?"
William looked up and glared.
"Sorry you're such an idio-hhahahahaaHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
This time Fritz was the one tickling his armpits. Scott smiled at him and gave a thumbs up.
Jeremy came over and put a hand on Scott's shoulder.
"It's okay, you know." He smiled. "I know William won't mean it anyway, so he doesn't have to." He looked away and back at Scott gratefully. "But thanks. For standing up for me."
Scott smiled back.
"Hey, any time!"
Meanwhile, Fritz and Henry were still having fun tickling William. Shrieking, William shook himself out of their grip and ran away. The other two men followed in hot pursuit.
And Michael watched from the sidelines, a small grin on his face. Finally his father got some kind of karma for his actions.
May I request a little drabble with ler! Scott and lee! Phone Dude?
✨ You certainly can! ✨
The Haunted Attraction Part 2!
Summary: Austin realizes something about his little friend.
The next day, Austin entered the horror attraction again. He searched around in a few moldy boxes and inside found some old training tapes, sealed in a plastic bag. Cool!
He gave his friend who was working for him some info on what he discovered and then let the tapes play. As he listened, he made a haunting observation. The guy in the tapes... He sounded just like his little friend Scott!
After the tapes ended, Austin looked around for Scott. He just had to get to the bottom of this!
Scott was standing outside, seemingly taking a smoke break. It was misty in the dark night air, but Austin didn't see any cigarette in his hand. Hm, must have been just a regular break.
"Dude! Come, listen!! There's this guy in these old tapes, he sounds just like you!"
Scott chuckled a bit. "Really...? Well, uh... it might be the radio voice that makes it sound that way. Couldn't have been me!"
Austin frowned. "But the way he talks! You have the exact same vocal tics, man!" His eyes widened in excitement. "How old are you anyway? You look so young!"
Feeling something tighten around his throat, Scott shook his head. "I-I'm 37. It-it isn’t me..."
"It’s you, alright! But, that’s weird... These tapes are marked 1973... Back when Freddy's first opened!"
Scott stayed silent, his eyes glazing over. He couldn't lie anymore... Something tightened around his chest. It was too much. Before he knew it, he was curled up, sobbing into his hands.
Austin saw, and though he was still confused, he patted Scott on the back. "Hey, hey dude... It's okay."
Scott shook his head. "Y-you don't... understand..." He wiped away a few ghostly tears. "Please... d-don't ask too many questions..."
He offered a hug, and Scott melted into his arms. His heart still ached for human touch.
Even though he could make himself tangible, Scott couldn't make any of his friends stay. And that included this new one. It wasn’t fair...
When Scott had calmed down a bit, Austin reviewed the camera footage. He couldn't see Scott on any of it, even though the camera had been pointed at him. There was his own voice reacting to him, but that was about it.
"Woah! Scott... Are you... Are you a ghost...?" he asked in bewilderment. It sure would explain a lot. Still in his arms, Scott stayed silent, trembling.
"It... It's okay dude..." He gently stroked his back. "It's chill."
Scott hugged back. Affection starved, he nuzzled his neck.
"Hehehe, wait!"
Looking up, Scott seemed confused. He let go of him.
Austin seemed a little embarrassed. "Oh, it’s alright! You don’t have to stop the hug! Just a bit ticklish, is all."
The grin that followed was one that made Austin back up a bit. Scott wiggled his fingers.
"You don't say? Well, heh...!"
Scott tickled his neck, making him squeak and turtle into his shoulders.
"Heheheehe! Nahahaa! Nohoho fahahair!"
When Scott pulled away, he realized both of them were smiling.
"Who knew? A big toughie like you is ticklish!" Scott teased.
"Heh, I bet you are too!" Austin retorted, reaching out his hand to get Scott. However, the man made himself intangible just in time. "Wha...? Hey, that's not fair man!"
Scott giggled. He made his way back behind Austin and tickled his underarms.
"WHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA!!!"
"Aw, looks like this is a reaaally bad spot for you!" Scott teased. Heh, it was fun to actually get people back for a change! He was used to being the victim to people’s attacks, and being so small, he could rarely get revenge. But now as a ghost he had the advantage!
"NAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA!" Austin wiggled and screeched. Austin's friend, who was still in the building, called out to him, worried.
"Hey, you okay out there??"
Scott stopped, looking up. "Who was that?"
Austin caught his breath. "That's our security guard, duh!"
Okay, that was it. Scott would deal with that other person later. For now, he attacked Austin's thick sides, making him burst into more laughter.
Scott let up, grinning down at him. "Now, uh... Any more smart-alec remarks?"
"NOHOHO, I SWEAR!!" Austin cried, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Smiling, Scott gently tried to rub away the after-sensations. Funnily enough though, the rubbing tickled him too!
"Heeheheeheeeee! Alrihihihight!" Austin giggled, pushing his hands away. Laying down, Austin slumped over against the building to catch his breath again.
"Care to try that again with someone who can make himself intangible...?" Scott teased. Austin shook his head, giving up.
"You win, Ghostie Goo!"
Scott giggled at the nickname. Thinking for a minute, Scott tried to come up with one. When he did, he reached down and ruffled his hair.
"Good to hear it, Big Red."
Austin pouted, fixing his red hair. "I'm coming back tomorrow, by the way. The attraction's gonna be a big success!"
Scott rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Judging by the previous successes of Freddy's restaurants, I doubt it." Then he looked more optimistic and smiled. "But good luck. I can't wait to see you tomorrow!"
"Heh. You can count on it, buddy!" Austin gave him the peace sign and then gathered his things up, ready to call it a night.
