adrian's worst spots are his neck, ribs, & feet,,, but honest to god he's the type to be ticklish quite literally everywhere. there's like... one spot (his biceps???) that just isn't ticklish at all and it's baffling?? but yeah, truly any other spot can at least get him wigglin
he thinks tickling's like,, so fun. would he admit it while he's getting wrecked?? hell no. but he's definitely mentioned it once or twice after a drink too many. and it shows when he stretches obnoxiously around the team or drapes himself over them yk
he's a SCREAMER. like a few lil pokes to his side, he's screaming for his life and then will deny it even happened in the same breath . like he's so dramatic
chris loves telling everyone he possibly can how ticklish adrian is and watching him go SO RED and get SO defensive
he can't handle being looked at while he's getting wrecked,,, he'll try everything to hide his face. he'll bury it in his hands, his arms, the couch, the ler's chest?? anything. and it flusters him to no end when the ler prevents that from happening. a chin tilt?? pulling his hands away?? it's over . it's just ,, so fucking bad when the rest of the 11th street kids are just,, standing around n watching
his sounds are endlessly entertaining. like he gigglesnorts, he SHRIEKS, he squeaks, he cackles, he's a total potty mouth, he does it all fr . leota loves to count his snorts too
NOTHING gets him quite as wrecked as chris tickling him... chris' size and strength??? chris' teases?? the fact that he literally idolizes peacemaker? it's all just . too much . and chris knows that and takes advantage
sometimes he'll blush so hard that his glasses fog up :')
and he KICKS ,, like so fast. like he can kick fast enough that he could like fly or swim away from the tickles ... never works . again,, SO SO dramatic
his worst spots within his worst spots?? the sides of his neck (especially quick lil pokes there he actually will crumple), the spot where his ribs meet his sides, and the tops (and heels??) of his feet (and he's so fucking flustered about the tops being so ticklish bc "WHO TF IS TICKLISH THERE THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL SPOT" his words, not mine,, i'm not projecting)
he not only gets tickled stupid, he gets tickled... ticklish? like if he gets wrecked long or hard enough, every hovering finger will have him practically jumping through the ceiling. he gets so jumpy and like hypersensitive and everyone thinks it's hilarious and adorable
i love him i love him i love him pls talk to me about peacemaker <3
This man is such a hilarious lee, deserving of the most torturous tickles ever from his adorable laugh alone.
Absolutely, positively deserving of getting his ever loving shit rocked. Chris is happy to oblige! (Chris totally teases Adrian about his interest in tickling).
HE CANNOT HANDLE TEASES AT ALL. AND CANNOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WHILE TICKLED.
Anticipation... Holy shit, he cannot handle it at all.
King of curling up and blushing like crazy when threatened with tickles.
Definitely instigates tickle fights with constant snark and sass, lmao!
Seriously, he KNOWS how to push buttons and his attitude is sure to attract all sorts of ticklish trouble for him. (He knows this and doesn't mind).
Chris has put up with Adrian's shit for so long, tickling the snot out of him is just second nature at this point.
His worst spots are his hips, armpits, feet, and neck.
LOVES completing interrogation training with Chris, especially when tickling is involved!
He loves to laugh and make corny jokes to provoke others to tickle him! Especially Leota and Chris.
Okay, I have an alternative scene idea for when Goff was torturing Vigilante by trying to cut off his pinky toe... Hear me out! Chris reveals to Goff that Adrian is hilariously ticklish and that tickling him may work better to get the information he's looking for.
He fights so hard when he's tickled and will beg and offer literally anything to get it to stop *but he really doesn't mind.*
Adrian feels betrayed by Chris as he offers his greatest physical weakness to his adversaries. Chris thinks it's hilarious and knows Adrian doesn't mind.
And of course his adversaries needing information truly believe tickling the snot out of Vigilante will get them the information they need (it won't, he truly won't give critical, sensitive information to anyone working against them).
Gives false information during interrogations that seems believable with all his incoherent babbling and begging while being tickle tortured, once they find out he is completely and totally fucked.
Chris definitely tickles the hell out of him for his constant whining and complaining.
If Vigilante does end up getting tortured, like getting his toe *almost* cut off, later complaining about it, Chris will say shit like "at least I didn't tell him how ticklish you are!"
His overdramatic tendencies get him tickled *a lot!*
Super giggly, infectious high pitched laughter, 10/10 lee.
shouting into the void for a lee!vigilante rp!! i’m a seasoned role player who can be pretty flexible about all this stuff, tumblr or discord, etc. i’m literate and up, and only rp with other adults, as i myself am 22. i don’t have any hard set rules for your muse, but i am a big vigilmaker and econovig shipper hehe
i need to rp adrian chase being loved and tworded so bad. my idea for a plot was that he’s trying to get better at resisting torture, and your muse suggests tickling as a way to build up that sort of stamina. adrian immediately falls apart but is so so stubborn about it. it will get fluffy.
alternatively i would love a superbat tickle rp!!! i play battinson!
fandom: peacemaker
characters: lee!adrian, lers!chris & leota
summary: the team discovers adrian’s painfully ticklish secret during a late-night safehouse debate, and giggle-ante is born.
word count: 834
the safehouse was too quiet, which almost always meant somebody was about to say something stupid. and tonight, admittedly like most nights, it was adrian. "man, i could totally take batman," he announced over the news, image of the black-masked hero on the tv, leaning forward like he was ready to argue with it.
"oh my god, not this again." leota groaned immediately without even looking up from her laptop.
"no, seriously," adrian insisted towards her, bright eyes wide. "like, in a fight? i’d win. easy." crossing his arms in front of him, he settled back into the couch cushion behind him.
chris smirked, scrolling on his phone. "bro, you squeal when someone breathes on your neck wrong. you're not taking batman."
the room went silent, but not before a shrill "SHH" from adrian.
"…wait." leota blinked, head snapping up. "are you...?"
"i don't — i-i'm not!" adrian shot back, way too fast. his face was already starting to turn red.
practically ignoring his friend, chris finally looked up to grin at adebayo, eyes sparkling with unmistakable mischief. "wanna hear him?"
adrian gulped, cleared his throat, and prayed no one noticed, shifting in his seat, "do it. i don't care." his chin jutted outwards as he squeezed his arms closer to himself.
"asking for it, huh?" eyebrows raised, chris couldn't help but chuckle, "okay." he can't say he didn't warn him. "yeah, this is his worst spot," standing up, the bigger man cracked his knuckles while adebayo watched as if she was about to watch the best show of her life. and before adrian could even argue, he felt chris grab both of his shoulders, big thumbs prodding into both sides of his neck.
adrian's reaction was instant and explosive; a screech so sharp and ridiculous that leota almost dropped her laptop. "oh my god," she gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth before it dissolved into a wheeze. "you're so ticklish! i knew it!"
"NOHOHOT!!" adrian shouted, but his denial was swallowed up by frantic giggles as the rest of chris' fingers scribbled mercilessly into the sensitive muscles along his neck. his whole body folded forward, shoulders scrunching to his ears as he stomped the floor uselessly.
"bro, look at you," chris laughed, holding him steady by one shoulder while his other hands ventured towards the now-exposed backs of his ribs. "you’re like a fish out of water."
“fuhuhuck yohohou, maHAHAN” adrian cackled, already red, glasses fogging up, voice breaking as he thrashed his full body onto the couch to curl up.
harcourt smirked over her beer. "wow. the vigilante taken down by a neck rub," she shrugged, small almost-fond smile, "can't say i didn't see it coming."
"for real. is anyone surprised?" economos' shoulders bounced as he watched the pathetic sight before him.
“it'snotaneckrubdudehe'sfuckingtorturingme!" his laughter became screamy.
leota was wheezing into her sleeve, not taking her damn eyes off of poor ticklish adrian. "this is the best thing i’ve ever seen. i can't — "
"ads, hehelp meEE!!" twisting and reaching towards her, he shrieked, but all she did was reach out and jab him in the side. utter betrayal.
the poke startled a sound between a snort and a hiccup out of him. loud, dorky, impossible to miss, and it was like the fucking room froze.
“oh my god,” leota said, eyes wide as she shared amused glances with chris, economos, and harcourt, before they all burst out laughing. "did you — did you just snort?!"
adrian's whole face went scarlet. "NO I DIHIHIDN'T!!" he screeched at the feeling of chris' hands returning to his neck, another snort slipping out, and then immediately burying his face in his hands. "shuHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!"
"yeah, let’s hear that again, man.” chris grinned, tugging at adrian's weak wrists until he managed to peel them away from his face.
"NO!" he yelped, face beet red before he cut himself off, mouth pressed shut in a straight line, nose scrunched. he tried his damndest to regain his composure.
but the feeling of leota's fingers climbing down his ribs to that damn spot where his ribs end and sides begin, and chris going to town on his neck? he didn't stand a chance. his head fell back against the couch, attempting to push the attacking hands away, mouth open in nearly silent laughter. he wished it was silent, but instead it was punctuated by giggly hiccups and the occasional snort and fuck, he was dying.
harcourt shook her head, actually laughing now. "he’s a damn giggle machine."
"no," economos said, smug as hell. “he’s… giggle-ante."
the safehouse erupted into laughter once again.
"shhHH," adrian practically melted, glasses slipping down his face, squirming like mad and clearly losing strength, "iHIHIHIHI SWEHEHEAR TO GOHOHOD I FUCKING—"
"can't take batman," chris snorted, "can't even take a tickle fight."
"batman wouldn't — he wouldn't fiHIHIGHT like thiS! THISISCHEATING!!"
"to our newest hero. long live giggle-ante." they all raised their beers.
