#ticklish!jeremy

[bmeef-jermky]

Jeremy 🐍

Depending on who it is, sometimes he’s laughing too hard to speak sometimes if it’s Michael he’s yelling out threats (to which Michael usually stops when those happen or will be like “yeah sure you will”)

[strawbbfluff]

Hey I saw you write for TVD.

Can you please write Jeremy Gilbert X Reader headcanon where he finds out Reader is ticklish. If you don’t write for Jeremy anyone from TVDU is okay:)

jeremyyyyy AUGH i love him

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you guys would be hanging out at his place, playing some stupid video game together but altogether just enjoying each others company

that is, until you “betray” him and kill his character off in the game

“y/n! we were supposed to be a team!”

“yeah, but that got boring! i had to spice things up a little~”

“well, if you wanted to ‘spice things up,’ all you had to do was ask, gorgeous.”

you’d roll your eyes at his impish reply, scoffing before you felt his fingertips run up your waist

it was probably supposed to be a sensual move, but curse your sensitivity, eh?

“j-jeheher! watch it. that tickles.”

“proooobably shouldn’t have told me that after what you just did.”

he’d be on you in no time, and you really would have no chance. i mean, the guy is a vampire hunter. what could a mere human like yourself possibly hope to achieve in escaping?

your hands would be pinned under his knees, and he’d probably scribble into your underarms until you cried a little. that, or begged him to stop enough for him to be satisfied

“…you’re a jerk, jer.”

“you love me anyway.”

[lovefromray]

Sweetness

Jeremy Frazier x reader!

Tws ; selfharm mention, self harm scars mentioned , talk of home life . Remember that you can swipe away from this post even after understanding the triggers it may cause . Remember people love you and please be safe , eat and drink . also remember to rest !! i’m proud of you <3

Genderfluid!reader

You sneak your way into Jeremy’s treehouse , climbing up each little wooden step as your eyes fall onto the dark haired teenage boy before you ; your Jer…your sweet boy, the boy who’d never lay a finger on you despite the way he looked at other people, your neighbour and childhood friend . The one who skipped school with who, who let you sleepover whenever your parents argued too loudly , the one who would sneak over with snacks whenever you were sad…and the boy who stole your first kiss after you raved on about it at some childish halloween party. Your Jer…Jeremy Frazier , the sweetheart next door.

He turns his head , closing his book as he chuckles at you, “well well well…if it isn’t my favourite…” He hums out , patting the spot next to him as he places the book down next to his little brown bag of corner shop candies . His smile just bright enough to warm the cold air around and causing your own smile to peak out .

You quickly slide down next to him, head on his shoulder , “hi jer..” you mumble as you reach over for a piece of candy , you fumble around in the bag before grabbing a piece of honeycomb toffee , placing it into your mouth before chewing on the crisps piece .

Jeremy smiles down at you, his hand moving to your side to trace shapes into your side , “hi beautiful…” he mumbles out , letting his eyes fall back onto the leafs covering a part of the wooden panel. He sighs before pushing you a little closer to him, letting your head slowly shift on his shoulder . His other hand moving over your wrist , tracing the skin there before he sighs out , “baby…we talked about this…thought you were gonna stop..”

You look up at him, trying to move your wrist away before his captures it and holds it a little tighter, “i..i’m sorry..i just couldn’t..they were arguing and everything got loud and…” you ramble out , half whispering half embarrassed.

He brings your wrist up before his fingers trace the skin again, “i know…i know “ he mutters out , now pulling you onto his lap ; his head so close to yours as he kisses your forehead. Now raising your wrist to his lips as he peppers kisses to each and every little mark on your skin , “i’m here..i’m not gonna leave, i’ve got you..you’re staying here tonight and we’ll cuddle , okay?” he mumbles against your skin , lips warm against the coldness .

You nod at him, “i’m sorry..” you sigh out , watching him as he moves to kiss more skin, holding your other wrist up, kissing more marks and scars , letting each one feel his kisses.

“love you..” he mutters between kisses as you sit there , watching him before you look away in some sort of sad little daze .

“love you too.”

“promise me..promise me you’ll come find me whenever you feel like that again? okay? don’t want my baby hurting themselves cause of their stupid parents .” He stares up at you, causing you to nod and look back at him.

“promise.”

He smiles before pressing a kiss against your lips , peppering your face which causes you to squeal out and laugh against how ticklish his lips feels against your skin . You let him continue to plant kisses against your skin before you cuddle him , letting the warmth of your body mix with his . Slowly relaxing against him for a while.

His hand finds its way into your hair , his other slowly tracing up and down your back again , “which movie are we gonna watch first ? hm?” he whispers at you, kissing your forehead again .

“hmmm…scream?” you giggle against him, picking one of jeremy’s usual picks , not minding what movie plays , just wanting to relax under your usual safety blanket ; Jeremy Frazier .

[tickle-minion]

Ticklish Christmas Morning

Just a short and stupid ticklish/foot worship story for Christmas morning. Happy Holidays!

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“Hey, time to get up!”

Darren just couldn’t get his boyfriend, Jeremy, to wake up.  Normally Jeremy being a really heavy sleeper was a good thing, it meant that Darren’s tossing and turning (and occasional snoring) didn’t bother him.  But on certain days, like Christmas morning, it was a pain in the ass.

“Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.  Common, I want to open presents!”

Still, Jeremy didn’t move.  This was frustrating.

Darren flopped down on the bed beside Jeremy, jostling the sleeping boy.  Darren reached over, grasped his shoulder, and gave him a shake.  Still no sign of waking up.  He leaned closer and gently blew in his ear.  Still nothing.

“Alright, time to get drastic…”

Darren climbed to the end of the bed and settled himself at Jeremy’s feet.  Darren has a not-so-secret weakness for feet, and Jeremy was happy to let his boyfriend indulge in his kink.  It was lucky that Jeremy had particularly hot feet.  And sensitive, too.

“Hey, common,” Darren leaned down to Darren’s feet and planted a kiss in the middle of Jeremy’s arch, “time to wake up and be showered with gifts.”

No movement.

Darren wasn’t going to give up.  He was going to get Jeremy up one way or another.

He kissed his way up and down Jeremy’s soft foot, enjoying the feeling of the velvety skin on his lips.  Darren made sure to pamper Jeremy’s feet, so they were always in the best condition they could be.  He planted a kiss on each toe, starting from biggest to smallest, but all that accomplished was Jeremy giving a sleepy sigh and wiggling the kissed toes.

“Hmm… now I don’t know if I want you to wake up…”

Darren ravished both soles with kisses.  Up the arches, down the sides, on each toe, over the heel, and even up to the ankles.  He relished the feeling of kissing his sleeping boyfriend’s feet, but all it managed to do was get the occasional twitch or wiggle out of them.  It was time to step his game up.

Knowing that his boyfriend was ticklish, and that he’d been able to tickle Jeremy with just his tongue before, Darren licked one foot from heel to toes.  He savored the clean taste of these feet.  There was a hint of Jeremy’s coconut scented body wash from his shower before bed, but under that was the flavor of Jeremy himself.  It was a taste that Darren was intimately familiar with.  

Like a kid with an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, Darren started licking Jeremy’s feet.  He was enjoying the supple sleeping feet with long and sensual licks.  He purred to himself as he covered both feet, slowly and lovingly, with saliva.  Every so often he would wiggle his tongue, hoping to tickle  Darren’s foot, but all that would accomplish would be a slight tickle and a twitch.

Starting to care a little bit less about Christmas and presents now that he had a pair of feet to worship, Darren took one of Jeremy’s feet in his hands and brought his mouth down to the delicious looking toes.  One by one he wrapped his teeth around each toe, swirling his tongue around them and gently nibbling on the pads.  Wanting a little bit more, he gobbled the toes up, taking three or four in his mouth at a time, chewing gently on them.  He sighed.  If he couldn’t get his boyfriend up for gifts, he might as well have some fun.

But… he also really wanted his presents.  After spending several minutes on his boyfriend’s toes, Darren took both feet into his lap and started running his fingers up and down the spit slicked soles.  If Jeremy was anything… he was ticklish.

The slow teasing with his fingertips was getting some results.  Jeremy was starting to twitch in his sleep.  With a sudden movement Jeremy’s feet tried to pull out of Darren’s lap, but Darren kept a firm hold on Darren’s ankles and kept those feet in place.

His fingertips moved gracefully over the soft pale soles.  He knew all the spots to hit.  The little patch right above the heel.  Right in the centre of the arch.  The little gap under the big toe.  His fingers moved ever so gently over all of these spots, teasing with light tickles.  The feet were now responding with twitches and toe curls, and Jeremy himself was starting to roll back and forth, small giggles escaping from sleeping lips.

“Common sleepy head…” 

Those light teasing tickles started to become harder.  Using his nails now, he was raking up and down the soles, holding Jeremy’s feet tightly by the big does.  He pulled them back, stretching out the soles like a canvas.  One hand held those toes in place, the other attacked both soles seriously.  Now Jeremy was tossing and turning in bed, sleepy laughter coming from his lips.

“That’s it… time to wake up…”

The nails explored the whole foot, but Darren paid special attention to his instep and the gap under the now squirming and wiggling toes.

“What… wha… hee hee hee…” Jeremy’s eyes now fluttered open as he woke up with a laugh.

“What the… hee hee.. Wh-wh-what the fuck are you d-doing?!”

“Waking you the fuck up, that’s what!”

Wanting to give his boyfriend one last taste, Darren through his arm around Jeremy’s ankles and held right.  He attacked both kicking feet savagely.  Vicious nails scratched every inch of those struggling feet, getting into every ticklish nook and cranny, every sensitive spot on those silky soles.  He let loose and really tortured Jeremy’s feet.

Jeremy, meanwhile, was rolling back and forth on the bed, trying desperately to pull his feet away.  It wasn’t often that he was tickled, Darren usually just worshipped them and sucked on the toes, but every now and then he was tickled.  He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t exactly like it either.

“OKAY OKAY!  I’M AWAKE!”

“Good, about fucking time!” Darren said, finally letting those feet lose.  Desperate to protect them from any further attack, Jeremy tucked his feet under himself.

“Geez, you could have just woken me up like a regular person.  What do you say, what to open presents now?”

Darren just stared at Jeremy.  As if he hadn’t spent all this time trying to wake him up.  

“Wake you up like a normal person?  What do you think I’ve been trying to do!?”

Without warning, Darren lept and tackled Jeremy, hands sneaking under his shirt to tickle his sides.  He was going to make damn sure Jeremy paid for being such a light sleeper.  

It was a merry Christmas morning, with laughter filling the house.

[gamequeenanya]

You and your FNAF boyfriend (Security Guards!)

Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3

Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.

Mike / Michael Afton:

Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.

You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.

Uh oh.

Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.

Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!

Luckily it's a private session.

Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)

Most ticklish to pokes.

Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!

Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)

Jeremy:

It's actually he that tickles you first.

Did it to get your attention.

You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…

The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.

But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D

Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.

You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!

Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)

Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.

Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.

Fritz:

Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D

Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.

We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!

Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!

Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!

Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!

Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!

Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.

William:

Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?

Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.

It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…

He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.

After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.

Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.

Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.

Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!

Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).

But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)

Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.

Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.

Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!

Phone Guy / Scott:

My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.

You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.

Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3

It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)

Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.

Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!

But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3

With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!

What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)

Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.

Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)

Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3

[jeremywhere]

jeremylovesweep day 21:

i love how jeremys ticklish

[amazingmsme]

I'm all in on the Hazbin kick! Any hcs for Lucifer? Short king is just so much fun!

So I was just normal about Lucifer until I found out he’s voiced by Jeremy Jordan himself, now I’ve joined the simp club

Misquotes his threats into innuendos just like in the battle (lowkey does it to make them laugh more)

SUCH a goofy ass ler, he wants to make sure you know he’s about to getcha! Chases you with wiggling fingers & calling out your name as he hunts you down, saying it’ll be worse if you keep hiding (don’t fall for it)

Is overjoyed when he finds out anyone’s ticklish now you know where Charlie gets it from & simply must test it out!

Definitely laughs along with his lee because he’s having just as much fun, but his laugh is more of the sadistic cackle side of things

Loves nothing more than trapping some poor soul in his arms while all 6 of his wings go to work tickling them

For as wicked of a ler as he is, he’s actually a 50/50 switch

This man LOVES getting wrecked, but that’s not becoming for the king of hell so he has to distract himself with other things ducks

He has a bright, loud & bubbly laugh when tickled & is a little bit higher pitched than his usual laugh

He’s a kicker! Not on the sense that he’s thrashing around super hard trying to get away, but more like he can’t cope any other way & his legs kick out as fast as they can

When he’s flustered he blushes from around the red dots on his cheeks so it looks like they’re spreading

If his arms are free he will focus more on hiding his face than stopping the ler

His worst spots are his wings, armpits, tummy, hooves, & tail, but I’m tellin’ ya, he’s a walking tickle spot

His cheeks are ticklish! If you poke the red circles repeatedly, he’ll be a giggly mess!

Lilith used to wreck him all the time back when they were a happy family

So Alastor found out he’s ticklish sometime before he left & tested the full extent of his new knowledge then & there, so he’s on edge in the hotel because he just KNOWS Alastor will try to pull something to embarrass him!

That’s all I got for now, hope you enjoy!

[happyandticklish]

Fucked Up Tk Shit

This is for my own edification so no one else has to read this lol. I feel like a lot of times we twist headcannons to make the Thing work out for characters in media that we consume, ESPECIALLY in regards to superpowers, and because I’m a morbid little piece of shit I can’t help self-destructing those in my head as to how it would end in actuality

So, I have constructed a list of all the horrifying/angsty ways those headcannons would probably actually end if you applied it to the logic of the show/book. It is put under a read more because I did not hold back lol.

Trigger warns for death, injury, and non-con (I know the tk community is a safe space for escapism for a lot of people, including me usually, so I recommend not reading it if you would be easily hurt by negative connotations in association with the thing; I cope by imagining the worst possible scenarios that the Thing could end in, so that’s most of the reason why I made this, for explanation ahsfjhji)

1. BNHA 

- Denki probably has to hold back anytime he’s tickled and ends it almost immediatelly, because getting too out of control could make his powers act up and force him to accidentally electrocute someone and risk seriously hurting them

2. The Bright Sessions 

- Subscribing to the headcannon that Damien does like the Thing, his powers would act up and force people to tickle him, so he does his level best to repress that shit down because even if the other people did want to tickle him, the sheer amount of times that his powers would make them do it would become very non-consensual on his parts. Especially if they realize what’s happening, or know about his powers, and get freaked out and leave him, making him only feel shittier about the whole situation

- Mark would most likely get freaked out over tickling as it makes him lose control. There’s probably been a couple moments where he’s tentatively let Sam or someone try it, and every time he freaks out, which isn’t great, because it forces him to teleport if he’s around her, and,,,, yeah

- Joan hasn’t been touched, let alone tickled, in years on end, and would self-combust if given even the slightest modicum of affection in that area. Probably engaged in tickle fights with Mark when she was little, and though she understands why the subject makes him uncomfy now, she can’t help but feel remorse at losing that form of connection with her brother

- [I was gonna do Caleb and Adam but I simply can’t fuck them up, I love them too much]

- Damien doesn’t ever tickle people because he can’t be sure if he’s forcing them to hold still and say they like it or if they actually want it

3. Beastars 

- If Legoshi was tickled by Haru, they run the risk of him accidentally seriously hurting/biting her off instinct, similar to when they tried to bang it out, and it’s possible he might accidentally fling her into something or knock her off too hard while trying

4. Durarara 

- If Shizuo were to tickle someone, he might accidentally crush in their ribcage or some shit due to not realizing his own strength

- Izaya probably does like tickling but does not have a single person who would be willing to do that to him, and the only other person who knows, Shinra, has called it weird and forced Izaya to repress the interest more

5. Mob Psycho 100 

- Shigeo probably isn’t ticklish, or at least doesn’t really laugh and react like his friends do, and he feels a supreme sense of jealousy every time he watches his friends engaging in silly tickle fights

6. AOT 

- Due to the sheer amount of trauma Levi has induced and his feelings around trusting others and touch in general, being tickled would probably send him into a full blown panic attack

7. Be More Chill

- The Squip definitely made fun of Jeremy for liking tickling and he had the whole zappy thing happen whenever he thought about it

8. All For The Game

- Both Neil and Andrew probably can’t stand being tickled without it triggering something in them

9. Camp Camp

- Max definitely has never been tickled in his life, and doesn’t even know what it feels like

10. Detroit: Become Human

- As much as I hate to say it (and will definitely be writing fics claiming the opposite), androids can’t feel sensation and therefore wouldn’t be ticklish or ever get to experience that

11. Gorillaz 

- If Murdoc were to tickle 2d, it would most likely be in an abusive, non-con way, often going far past his limits and ignoring any pleas for him to stop, purely for shits and giggles because he’s an asshole

12. Inside Job

- Bear-O had a tickle setting on him that would engage whenever he thought Reagan needed cheering up, and it traumatized her so bad that she can’t handle that kind of physical contact anymore

- Since he was a child, Brett was told by his family that it was weird that he liked tickling, as well as by peers and past girlfriends, so he just assumes that it must be just a weird Him thing, and has a huge amount of shame around the issue

13. Fullmetal Alchemist

- Sometimes Alphonse will stay up late and try to somehow replicate the feeling of tickling through his armor and can’t help the disappointment he feels every time when it obviously doesn’t work

That’s all I can think of for right now, I’m sure there are more but they’re not coming to me right now. 

[drewsbuzzcut]

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um pls continue this🤭🤭

“I’m thinking this 3 piece suit will look really nice,” Lyla says, said suit on a hanger in her hand.

“Are you going to be wearing this color, too?” Jeremy asks, pulling the suit from her hand to lay it on the bed next to him.

He looks up at her, eyes squinting in a smile as she tilts her head in faux thought.

“Do you want me to?” She walks in between his legs, hands reaching out to caress his beard.

“Yes. You look sexy in it,” he kisses her palm.

Lyla smiles in response. He’s looking extra cute in his glasses and his wet hair from his shower. Not to mention he’s only in his underwear.

His hands that were around the backs of her thighs move to her waist, pulling her down to straddle his lap. Lyla’s squeal is music to his ears- despite the fact that she will sing for him any time he wants.

“Oh yeah? I look sexy in blue? I love that you love to match your ties with my outfit. I also love that you let me pick out your outfits,” the rest of her statement falls silent when Jeremy seals his lips to hers.

He rests his hands on the small of her back, bringing her down to lay on top of him.

“You look very beautiful in blue, brings out your eyes. I love you,” he whispers against her lips.

“I love you.”

He flips her over on her back, face going to the crook of her neck. He moves his face, making his beard rub against her skin. Lyla laughs in delight. His beard is ticklish but not in an uncomfortable way. She flails under him, giggling and turning red. She tries to tickle him back, but Jeremy is quick to pin her hands into the mattress.

“J!” She yelps breathlessly.

“Do we have to go tonight? I’d rather stay here with you,” he kisses her chest.

“Yeah, we have to go, baby. We can leave early, though,” she answers softly, pulling his glasses off his face and setting them to the side.

“I guess,” his face presses into her boobs, cuddling into her body and falling asleep there.

Lyla isn’t looking forward to waking him up.

[jmagnabo92]

It’s a Twin Thing - Ch 1

A few weeks after Hetty’s almost banishment, Trevor’s in for a surprise when his twin brother comes by for a visit.

AO3

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Trevor sighs, contentedly, as Hetty cuddles into him.  Despite it being earlier than usual for the aftermath of the rendezvous, Hetty doesn’t immediately leave.  After nearly being sent to the woods for a year, they’ve both been rather clingy … not that either of them would admit it.

Instead, they just cuddle together sometimes quietly – they’ve fallen asleep on more than one occasion – and sometimes they’ll chat quietly about random things.  They usually take turns talking about what’s on their minds and sharing stories of their pasts.

Lately, he can’t stop thinking about his brother.  Although everyone knows that he has a brother now, Hetty’s the only one that he had mentioned Jeremy being his twin brother to (although Flower had guessed ages ago).  Their rendezvouses in the last month or so since the heir nonsense happened usually led to cuddling and Trevor talking about some story where he and Jeremy had attempted to pretend to be each other until they failed at it.  It was always a competition between the brothers to see who could last longer pretending to be the other – Trevor always claimed the crown unless it involved someone asking him to draw something.

He loved those moments.  He loved those stories.  He wishes that he could relive those days, those times.  He misses Jeremy something terrible and he wishes more than anything that he could see him, again.  Talk to him, tell him that he feels like a part of his soul is missing and that he wishes that he’d come to the memorial, but he appreciated that he sent Tara Reid (even if that had been a disaster).  It showed him that he knows what Trevor would want even decades later, even decades without him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hetty questions as she looks up at him, lifting her head from his chest.  Their clothes hadn’t returned yet, so he knew that she hadn’t fallen asleep despite how quiet she was being.  

Trevor hums.  It’s his turn to tell a story.  “Just thinking about Jeremy, again.”

“Are you going to tell me another story about the two of you switching places?” Hetty questions, somehow looking excited.

Trevor grins.  “That depends.  Would you like to hear one?”

Hetty hums in agreement.  “I would as I am waiting on a particular story.”

Trevor laughs.  “Oh yeah?  What story would that be?”

Hetty grins.  “I have decided that you two switched so often that you are secretly Jeremy.”

Trevor can’t help bursting out laughing.  “You really think that Jeremy and I switched the day I died and I’m not Trevor, but I’ve been pretending to be him for over twenty years?”

“Well, no one would have any idea, correct?”

“That’s correct.”

“Thus, theoretically, you could have decided to be Trevor while actually being Jeremy for your entire afterlife.”

“I love J-dog and it’s undoubtedly fun fooling everyone, except our parents, but I can’t imagine doing that for twenty years – it’d feel wrong.  I love him, but that was a game we played together – we never did it without permission from the other,” Trevor states.  Not after the one-time that got them both in major trouble.  “Besides, I like being T-money instead of J-dog.”

“It is hard to take you seriously with those ridiculous monikers,” Hetty states, somewhat teasingly.  

Trevor laughs.  “Oh, please.  I know you love it.”

“I do no such thing,” Hetty states, but the smile on her lips says otherwise.  

He gives her a quick kiss and says, “Uh-huh, I totally believe you.”

“You should as I am being sincere.”

“Sure, you are.”

“It is impolite to suggest a lady such as myself would lie.”

“It’s impolite for a lady such as yourself to lie to her lover about something as silly as liking my T-Money moniker,” Trevor teases.  “And continuing to lie just means you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”

He shifts so that he can move his hand down Hetty’s side since she’s ticklish there.  

Hetty clearly knows what he’s thinking of doing and tries to wiggle away.  “Don’t you dare, Trevor!”  

“I won’t if you admit you like it,” Trevor teases.  

“Never!”

Laughing Trevor begins to tickle her, and it takes no time at all to get Hetty all giggly and begging for mercy, even as she shifts on top of him and pins him down.

“I win,” Hetty says, gleefully.

Trevor smiles.  “I’m right where I want to be – so I think I win.  Now, admit it.  You like my T-Money thing.”

Hetty leans down as if she’s going to kiss him but stops just out of reach.  “You are correct, Trevor, but do not let that go to your head.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Trevor teases, just before she closes the distance for the kiss.  

“Good.”

***

He knows that it might not be a good idea to come here.  Probably a terrible one, but he figured he had to – he had to know – had to see him – had to deal with these things he’s been avoiding.  It was ridiculous that he couldn’t summon the courage to visit during the memorial, but he hadn’t been expecting his parents to throw one and he wasn’t – wasn’t ready to face the reality of losing his twin.  

While it’s true that he had known – especially with his ability to suddenly see ghosts around the time that his brother had obviously died and those dreams of this very familiar mansion – but there had still been a part of him that ached for it not to be true.  He had had such a hard time with the loss, with not knowing where he was, and worse knowing that he was likely a ghost somewhere.  The dreams he had were not helpful as he wasn’t sure if they were real or not – and some, he certainly hoped not.  His – their – parents had tried to reassure him.  Tell him that Trevor was not stuck on as a ghost, but he knew – he could feel it.  

They hadn’t really accepted the possibility until the weekend where they discovered exactly where Trevor had died – everything that had happened, the woman owner of the house acting so strange by encouraging the memorial for one, and the final moment where she said, ‘what if he was here – what would you tell him?’.  They had believed then that not only was he there, but the woman could see him like Jeremy could see him (and other ghosts).

Despite this, they didn’t think it would be a good idea for Jeremy to visit until and unless he was ready, but how do you ever get ready for that?  He had nearly made this trip a dozen times in the last few months, and every time he turned around.  

Every time he found himself afraid and overwhelmed.  He thought about what Trevor would say, if he’d be angry that he hadn’t come sooner, if he’d blame Jeremy for being the reason he’s stuck.  If he resented Jeremy for being the cautious and careful twin, rather than Trevor as the reckless and risky twin.

It was illogical, he knew, but it was how he felt.  

And he couldn’t stand the thought of Trevor hating him.  Blaming him.

Because he blamed himself.  

He should’ve been there – done something, somehow.  

Stopped him from falling into the lake or whatever.  They had no idea what actually happened, his bones – waterlogged as they were – told them nothing.  And Trevor’s so-called bros had been less than helpful.  

Jeremy was always sure they knew something – gut instinct and what not, but that didn’t mean squat to the authorities who had nothing to go on.  And after twenty-two and a half years, there wasn’t any evidence of anything other than an accident.  

Still, if he’d been a better brother – maybe he would have been there or helped him find better friends.  What if he had somehow gotten in good with Trevor’s friends and been able to stop him from doing reckless and risky things all of the time?  What if he had convinced him that he didn’t need to do risky and stupid things to be the life of the party?  What if he had spent more time in the city with Trevor rather than hide out in the country where he’s more comfortable?  What if he convinced him that he was better off leaving Lehman Brothers and branching out away from those douchey bros to be with his actual bro?

There were so many things he could have done, so many words left unsaid, so many what ifs.  

Maybe he would finally get answers here.  

He could feel Trevor’s presence as soon as he pulls up, but it takes a minute and several deep breaths before he gets out of the car before he can convince himself to drive back home and not face his brother.  

The front door was open, probably due to the nice weather and to encourage random drop-ins for the business. Given that he hadn’t exactly planned a visit (if only because he had attempted and failed to make this trip a dozen times), this is probably a good thing.  

Still, it’s as nice and homey as his parents told him (they had attempted to reassure him that if Trevor was there at least it was homey – the fact that his drawings and paintings matched a house that he had never set foot in helped assure him that Trevor was definitely there).  He can’t help looking around, and hoping to just spot Trevor rather than have to talk to the owners and explain what exactly he was doing here, but despite noting two obvious ghosts – a captain and a  Lieutenant colonel from opposite sides of the revolutionary war in the library kissing, interesting, he only sees two other ghosts in the living room – a hippie and a Native American, who have appeared to have noticed him.  

No Trevor.  

There’s plenty of land, obviously, so Trevor doesn’t necessarily have to be in the house at the moment, but he’d somehow been hoping that Trevor would be the first person that he would see.  That he wouldn’t have to go searching.

Although, it was entirely possible that his brother had ascended, and he would never know it – would he lose this ability if his brother ascends?  Did the fact that he has this ability even mean that his brother was ghost?  How did it work?  

He had no idea.  Yet, due to the memorial and drawings, he was convinced that Trevor was here – at least, he has been for twenty years.  He could be gone by now.  What if the memorial got him to ascend?  Maybe he’d been hyping himself up to do this all for naught?

What would he do, then?

“SAM!  There’s someone here!” the Native American yells from the living room.  

He doesn’t react.  If his brother isn’t here, then he doesn’t want to give away his ability.  The last thing he wants to do is talk to more ghosts who are less than helpful to his plight of seeing dead people and trying to play at normal.

He’s sure the other living that can clearly see ghosts – Sam – probably wishes the ghosts here would let her play being a bit more normal.  Of course, neither of them were.  Not with this ability most people don’t have.  

He hears footsteps on the stairs, as the hippie woman says, “He looks awfully familiar.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” her companion offers.  

Ignoring them, he looks up at the woman on the stairs, who stops on the landing with two other ghosts behind her – one that’s clearly a Viking and the other who is wearing a scout uniform and an arrow through the neck – ouch.  He’s seen some brutal deaths – that’s a rough way to die for sure.  

It’s at that point that it occurs him that maybe he should’ve gone by the lake, maybe if Trevor died drowning – he’d hang out there?  Before he could leave the house awkwardly – like he’s prone to do, the blonde, clearly alive woman, says, “Trevor?”

“How did you know?” he asks, without thinking.  It had been common practice for he and Trevor to just answer to the other’s name.  They switched so often when they were younger that half the time, he forgot that his name wasn’t Trevor.  

Of course, these days, the name causes an ache his chest.  

He can see the ghosts all reacting confused and excited.  They had clearly put together that he was Trevor’s brother and that he probably came seeking closure about his brother the way his parents had.  

They chatter about seeing him and someone realizes that they should go get Trevor because he should be here for this – both the hippie and arrow man immediately mention that they hadn’t seen him all morning – midafternoon, but that they’d split up and look for him in his usual haunts.  

Several minutes pass before Sam says, “Uh, lucky guess.  You sort of remind me of someone.”

“I get that a lot – were you thinking about them just now?” he asks, giving her an out for awkward silence since he knows what it’s like to be overwhelmed by ghosts that don’t understand what it looks like for her to be silent and trying not to react (and failing) to their commentary.  

A couple of the ghosts mention that it was interesting that he had offered her an out when Sam nods.  “Oh, yes.  He was – uh – a good friend that – uh – recently passed.  My apologies, I’m probably seeming all sorts of weird to you.”

“Weird should be my middle name – I’m quite weird myself,” he offers.  He’s waiting for her to mention anything about his brother or something, while the ghosts continue commenting.

But luckily as the arrow man and the hippy return with yet another ghost with news that they had not found Trevor, he hears, “Jeremy?” from his left.  

He turns to see Trevor standing there in a half suit – interesting and unfortunate death outfit – with a Victorian woman with red-hair.  Those dreams were definitely real.

He doesn’t hesitate (and neither does Trevor) to move forward to hug him.  He could hear surprised voices behind him and the one beside them, but he doesn’t care as he envelopes his brother in a hug for the first time in over twenty-two years.  He puts one arm around his back, while the other goes to his hair to ruffle it, like always.  Trevor mimics him, and to be honest, he finally feels completed for the first time in years – like a piece of himself that had been missing was finally locking into place.  

[achillestickler]

Here's the info on the latest updates at AchillesHeelArt!

Last week a muscular, extremely ticklish victim was locked in a wicked device in "The Red Room" that mercilessly tickled and edged him into near insanity! He begs for release but his pleas fall on deaf, mechanical ears. Also that week a look back at "Most Wanted Ticklees" a drawing from 2011 that was a request from a member who wanted to see two specific porn stars (Brady Jensen and Jeremy Bilding) locked in stocks for foot tickling. A simple, but effective drawing.

This week, Liam Neeson has a very specific set of skills. Skills that make him a nightmare for someone like you. He will find you...and he will TICKLE YOU. I don't often draw scenarios from the victim's perspective but I felt it worked great for "Taken and Tickled". Also this week, since I drew a tough action star, I thought I'd repost similar one from 2012. In "Cranky" poor Jason Statham is injected with a drug that will kill him if he gets in a bad mood. His friend help keep him alive through relentless foot tickling!

I'm fast approaching my 100th new drawing since starting to make tickle art again! I've got something special planned for the 100th piece so stay tuned!

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[bmeef-jermky]

Accusations (Michael/Jeremy)

A/N — ignore the fact I haven’t posted a tickle fic in like almost a year LMAO

“You’re literally so ticklish.” Michael hummed and gently lifted up his head to look up at Jeremy from his quite comfortable position between his legs.

Jeremy’s face felt warm as he glared down at Michael, only half as intimidating as intended. “I’m not even that much. You’re overexaggerating it!”

“Was I overexaggerating it that time we were trying to practice dancing?”

It had been a few days before some school dance in sixth grade. Normally, Jeremy wouldn’t have even thought about going to one, but he wanted to at least try and see what one was really like.

That’s how Michael and him decided to practice dancing for it, not taking it too seriously at all. Until they jokingly tried a waltz and Jeremy would start giggling and squirming at Michael’s hands on his hips.

There was more to that memory, but Jeremy got distracted from it by a gentle squeeze being delivered to his side.

“Hey!” Jeremy squeaked out and grabbed Michael’s wrist quickly, face now going from warm to hot. “First of all, ‘overexaggerating’ wouldn’t even be how you’d say that.”

“Deflecting much?” Michael teased with a smirk as he gently lifted up Jeremy’s shirt.

The anticipation and tips of Michael’s fingers resting on his tummy seemed to break the giggle dam for Jeremy. “Michael!”

“Hey, I’m not tickling you.” He pointed out, resting his head back down on its original place on Jeremy’s tummy before the whole ticklish argument started.

Jeremy played with Michael’s hair, still coming down from his giggle fit as he played with it. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Nope.” Michael lied, eyes closed as he laid oh so comfortably on his dear Jeremy. He was laying the side of his head on Jeremy’s tummy, ear pressed against it.

“Michael, I love you, but this is making me feel pregnant.”

“How the fuck..?” Michael opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Jeremy again, now frowning. “You ruined the moment.”

“First of all, you ruined it first by throwing around these being ticklish accusations. Second of all, because it feels like you’re trying to listen to my nonexistent baby.”

“Well, to address your second comment first, if I were to lay down with my face directly on your tummy for a long time, I would suffocate and die.”

Jeremy’s tummy did somersaults as Michael poked his side with a smile.

“As for the first comment? That accusation can kind of be proven with this.”

And that’s how the giggle dam was broken once again with Michael’s blowing a raspberry on Jeremy’s tummy.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

are you still interested in bmc at all? :]if so opinions on lee!rich? i never see any tkl content for him 😔

Ooo thanks anonymous for the ask! (:

I’ve always seen rich as ticklish because he’s such an awkward silly and playful boy. I can totally see that Rich always liked starting tickle fights with people but stopped when he took that computer pillsquipimadoodle. I think he has high pitched and squeaky laughter, and doesn’t love being tickled but enjoys it as part of a tickle fight. Because he DEFINITELY likes tickle fights. And I can even see him making friends with Jeremy after the squipcident and “casually” mentioning he’s ticklish with the hope that jeremy would initiate a tickle fight.

Sorry this is a bit rambly lmk if you would like me to elaborate!

[sc0tters]

Good morning!!! Which of the guys are big spoon vs. little spoon? (If you already did this sorry!)

Big Spoons

Andrei and Annabelle: she is so in love with how much bigger he is than her, so of course Annabelle is the smaller spoon. They also definitely have a bit of a size kink in their relationship, so Andrei loves being bigger than her.

Sidney and Alessandra: Sidney is such a big spoon when it comes to Alessandra, he just wants to constantly protect her. And late at night there’s nothing more that she wants than to be held and who is Sidney to deny her of that right?

Jack and Kennedy: he is nothing but a slut for Kennedy’s attention so he is a big spoon only because of that. Honestly his favourite time is when Sofia is down for a nap just because he then gets to have all of Kennedy’s attention.

Quinn and Rouge: because of everything that happened when they first started dating, Quinn always feels that he wants her to know just how much he adores her. He just wants to sit and hold her sometimes as he watches her do media you can just see his heart eyes in her direction. He is so clingy and that’s what makes him her big spoon because Quinn initiates all of it.

Luke and Allie: selfishly Luke enjoys the fact that she is shorter than him, even as a tall girl she’s still smaller than him and that boosts his ego all the time so Luke likes to be the big spoon.

Elias and Gracie: Elias is a big spoon purely because he loves being able to kiss Gracie as he holds her. Now that’s something he can’t do if Gracie is behind him. Gracie squeals when the boy kisses her neck as it’s very ticklish.

John and Maya: John just wants attention really but as Maya is the one who usually falls asleep first, John had accepted the fact that it they want to cuddle then he has to be the one to cuddle her which makes him accept being a big spoon.

Nico and Margo: Nico is such a big spoon. He loves to protect her and in the process of that he loves to just hold her really.

Little Spoons

Trevor and Blair: Trevor is such a small spoon. Like sure he likes to be in control but the tickles Blair gives him when she’s giving him cuddles makes him feel all content.

Phil and Victoria: even though Victoria definitely knows that it’s the case, Phil loves being against her boobs. They are especially his favourite when she isn’t wearing a bra under her shirt because then he gets the full feeling of them pressed against him.

Mat and Maddie: his guilty pleasure is when Maddie is a big spoon, purely because they started their relationship Mat often felt like he was the one who loved her more than she loved him. But now that Maddie is back she is so openly physical with him as she’s always got to be holding his hand or in the apartment Maddie always wants a hug. He will be playing video games when she holds him and it’s the funniest thing.

Jeremy and Adelia: Adelia hugs like a bear so Jeremy is forced to accept being a little spoon as sometimes he even has to give her piggyback rides around the apartment because she just doesn’t want to walk or leave him.

Will and Bailey: Will is such a small spoon it’s actually crazy, he is so obsessed with her and he just wants to constantly be held. Since Bailey moved to Cali he doesn’t want to have her go away ever again.

Alex and Spencer: they both sort of change between it, honestly all depending on who is feeling the whole clingy mood. Like if it’s Spencer that wants the love then she will literally cling to Alex like a koala but if it’s Alex he just gets whiney if she’s busy. Alex does definitely get much happier on those days when Spencer wants the attention because she is all lovey as she hugs him.

Nico and Bianca: Bianca loves being able to openly love Nico so she is constantly cuddling him as she has her head on his shoulder whilst he watches old games. He also won’t complain how she mumbles sweet nothings into his ear as they cook in the kitchen.

Jack and Mila: weirdly enough I don’t think either of these two have a distinctive big spoon or little spoon job really

[lastchancestardomm]

TF2 Mercs Headcanons

That's it. That's the post. A long-ass post about my headcanons for the Mercs + Miss Pauling. Just a brain splurge, if anything, so cringe warning.

Also, FYI, Miss Pauling's segment might be shorter than the rest. I admit I don't have as many ideas for her.

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Scout

~ His full name is Jeremy Willis.

~ He is 23 and 5'10.

~ He was born in Boston, Massachusetts. He grew up in the Quincy area, mainly surrounded by his seven older brothers and ma.

~ As a child, he was in little league baseball.

~ Most definitely has ADHD.

~ AroAce (I'd get into that, but it'd be a whole spiel that needs it's own post).

~ Most of his older brothers became unkempt once they graduated, and some of the younger ones started to smoke; to push boundaries, or something. On the Quincy street corners, they could be spotted huddled together like estranged raccoons.

~ He has a rocky relationship with his oldest brother. The two rarely saw each other. Despite all the teasing and bullying he faced for being a runt, he loves his brothers. But him and his oldest haven't talked in a long while.

~ His ma loves him like no other. The Youngest Child Syndrome is very strong with him. Nowadays, he still gets letters all the way from Boston with cheesy nicknames and hearts drawn all over them from his ma, which he loves despite how much it embarrasses him.

~ Ticklish.

~ Hopped up on caffeine, he somehow biked all the way from Quincy, Boston, to New Mexico before unceremoniously collapsing on the side of the street to take a three-day nap, just to take the job of a Mercenary. He hates mentioning this, for some reason. Is it the "collapsing on the side of the street" part?

~ He can read at about a 2nd-Grade level. Any sentence more complex than "The cat chases the bird" will look like a foreign language to him.

~ He only took the job because bashing heads in in exchange for cash sounded incredibly amusing and fun to him. Other than getting into street fights as a kid, he has no real qualifications.

~ He stims quite a lot. He wrings his hands, bounces his leg, if he has access to gum he tends to chew the whole pack at once for the texture; and as he usually has a spare baseball on hand, he'll toss into the air and catch it or bounce it against a wall.

Soldier

~ His full name is Johnathan Harold Doe. After an incident, and thanks to outside hands, he now goes under the alias Jane Doe.

~ He is 44 and 5'11.

~ He was born in South Dakota.

~ Even as a child, he was extremely patriotic for America, despite his classmates jeers. He became very familiar with the dean's office.

~ He was raised in an extremely conservative household, and was taught to tote guns at a young age.

~ Had a terrible father.

~ For his teenage years and young adulthood, he spent most of his time in military camps and other youth academies, where he has seen and done some things he'd rather forget.

~ At the height of World War 2, he had attempted to join the army, but was rejected by every branch of the U.S Military. In a burning state of defiance, he bought himself a ticket to Poland and started blasting villages his gut told him were Nazi-owned, only returning in 1949. He is now a war-criminal in all of Europe.

~ He paces often; when and when he's not talking, when he's bored, or simply to stim. At first, it was somewhat stress-inducing for the rest of the Mercs; waking up to see him marching up and down the hallway and such at night.

~ The only way he can sleep at the base is if there's a fan on. If there is not a fan on, he will lay stock-still but never sleep.

~ Has an incredible sweet tooth. The only other way to convince this stubborn man to do anything other than to exclaim it's for America, is to lure him in with candy or pastries.

~ He created his own rocket launcher. He's a tad nutty, but he can be damn smart when need be.

~ He can read, though whatever note it is must be drenched with military jargon. The same goes for his writing; broken grammar and inappropriate use of military slang.

~ His birthday is February 22nd.

Pyro

~ He shed his full name and goes by only Pyro.

~ He is 32 and 5'9.

~ He was born in Italy. (I got this idea from the fact Italy is in the Ring Of Fire.)

~ Pyrovision is just for shits 'n giggles. It turns his favourite activity, burning people alive, into something ridiculous and silly that makes it all the more fun and enjoyable. He is sociopathic, but hides it surprisingly well under the guise of absurdity.

~ To me, Pyro is like Ash Firin from Superjail. While he is childish, young-minded, and kiddie; he is still a fully developed adult. He will enact violence on those he does not like, and quite viciously too. The only ones exempt from this cruelty are his friends.

~ He is also prone to mood swings. For reference, in a disagreement between Pyro and a stranger, Pyro is most likely to escalate it into a fistfight. When the stranger hits him back, though, Pyro would instantly crumble into tears.

~ (I keep remembering the panel where Pyro cut off Soldier's hand because he was getting in his personal space. And his muffled "Stand on the point, you wusses!". Then again, Pyro has three voicelines that are just sobbing.)

~ Autistic.

~ Intersex.

~ He was raised by his Nan after both of his parents died in a fire-related incident, caused by him. He accidentally set the drapes on fire, and then sat starry-eyed as he watched the flames spread. Before he knew it, he was on the curb, watching the smoldering ruins of his home crumble to the ground.

~ Despite much of his youth being bent over a chair and getting whacked with a wooden spoon, he loves his Nan like no other, and can be spotted calling her throughout the day.

~ Similarly to Scout, this full-grown child stims often; rocking back-and-forth, bumping his knees, fiddling with his own or another Mercs fingers, flicking a lighter on and off, ect ect. He especially has a certain hatred for textures; while he loves textured rubber to naw on or bend, things such as velvet fabric or Engineer's oil rags freak him out.

~ Even more ticklish than Scout.

~ A sweets-lover through and through, but he especially loves Italian pastries. They have an aftertaste of nostalgia and actually accidentally burning them when trying to bake them with his Nan that is irresistible.

~ The wiggliest sleeper ever. It's not that he's violent, it's that he goes to bed normally and ends up on the floor turned into a human pretzel when he wakes up.

~ He can't read, preferring another Merc to read to him.

~ As a man-child to the core, immature pranks are something to look out for if you stalk around the base at night.

~ His favourite movie is The Wizard of Oz (1939).

~ His birthday is on June 27th.

Demoman

~ His full name is Tavish Finnegan DeGroot.

~ He is 44 and 6'1.

~ He was born in Ullapool, Scotland.

~ He rarely saw his father when he was young. His father is practically a fable to him.

~ Monoculus and him have a co-worker relationship. It's a wonder how he manages with the voice of his haunted eye narrating his life.

~ Where most children would want to become pilots or policemen, Tav wanted to kill the Loch Ness Monster. During his time as a Mercenary, he actually managed to. It's still one of his greatest achievements, he believes.

~ Him and Miss Pauling have a pretty close relationship, bonding over going to wine tastings.

~ He started to drink to cope with the death of his father, and impending doom of getting a job. During this time too, he also started to busk (perform music on the street in exchange for money), where he'd play the bagpipe.

~ Tav had two sets of adoptive parents. His first adoptive parents sent him away, as they were terrified of his nack for bomb-making. His second set were accidentally blown up while he was trying to craft Loch Ness Monster-killing explosives. He's kind of ashamed about what happened to his second set.

~ When he accidentally killed his second set of adoptive parents, he was around age eleven. So, for about six months, he lived in the Crypt Grammar School for Orphans before his biological parents took him back.

~ He has long, dark hair that is indeed greasy, but nonetheless he has developed a habit of twirling it or running his fingers through it.

~ In 1964, when he first met the others, he was the judgiest of all of them. He was almost hostile towards them, but he came around in the end.

~ He can read and write perfectly well, though his handwriting does tend to go all over the page, even with lines.

~ His birthday is on October 31st.

Heavy

~ His full name is Mikhail "Misha" Orlok.

~ He is 43 and 6'7.

~ He was born in Moscow, Russia. Though, his current residence is in the Dzhugdzhur Mountains in Siberia. He has some Ukrainian origin in him, mostly from his grandfather (on his father's side).

~ His father was a prominent Counter-revolutionary, and a loud voice against the Soviet rule. So, in 1941, he was shot dead during a Soviet raid. Following the traumatic event, his family was traced and imprisoned in a north Siberian gulag.

~ His family was trapped there for three months, when a fire had been started by other prisoners. In the chaos, Misha led his family to safety, despite the yelling and gunfire surrounding him.

~ It took two months for his TF Industries "For Hire" letter to reach him by sled dog, and he only agreed if he was allowed to send the paycheck to his family.

~ When he had met the others for the first time, while Demoman was the judgiest; he was the most secretive. In fact, even now, most don't know his full backstory.

~ Other than Engineer, those Mercenaries who seek someone to confide to will come to Misha. He is the group's best secret-keeper, after all.

~ He has a PhD in Russian Literature, and is the second-best Mercenary at math-related subjects (behind the ever-sharp Engineer).

~ His favorite film is The Dirty Dozen and first 20 minutes of Rocky IV. Other than that, he doesn't watch movies. He generally prefers books.

~ He can read and write Russian perfectly, maybe a bit too grandiose, but he can do it quite well. English is where he struggles, and English documents are nearly indecipherable.

~ Not until it was pointed out to me, did I realize Spy had once comfortably called Heavy his real name. And, while that ended up being Classic Spy, I do wonder how close of a bond Heavy and Spy actually have. I imagine, both being book worms 'n all, they meet up one-on-one on occasion and simply discuss books over tea or the sort.

~ His birthday is on January 16th.

Engineer

~ His full name is Dell Conagher.

~ He is 48 and 5'6.

~ He was born in Bee Cave, Texas.

~ Most of his childhood was spent working under the hot, Texan sun on his father's oil fields. Sometimes, he would manage to con his friends into helping him with the hard labor.

~ He was a troublemaker as a child and frighteningly creative, but he thankfully mellowed out as he got older. Dell has seen and done some crazy, mad, and downright absurd things in his youth.

~ He has Ophidiophobia; a fear of snakes.

~ Dell's father is the TFC Engineer, Fred.

~ He has 11 PhDs, and cut off his right hand to use the Gunslinger.

~ His mother and father loved him as a kid, despite his father being gone often for work and such. On the weekends, though, he'd get a heartfelt letter from his dad.

~ While he himself doesn't consider it a stim, Dell has a tendency to rearrange things to occupy himself. Ranging from simply moving something to another shelf, to completely flipping his workshop upside-down.

~ When he was twelve years old, him and his friends were dicking around at an old ranch. His comeuppance for the tomfoolery? Getting kicked by a horse, right in the jaw. He's a proud Texan, and will gladly jump onto a horse rodeo-style, he will look just a tad uneasy.

~ While another Mercenary is the designated "Mother-figure" to the rest, Engi is the designated "Father-figure" to them.

~ A teacher's pet. He was "A pleasure to have in class", despite the laundry list of mischief he got up to. He managed to evade reprimand and keep a pristine report card just by using his wit and charm.

~ His birthday is on September 1st.

Medic

~ His full name is Ludwig Humböldt.

~ He is 45 and 6'0.

~ He was born in Rottenburg, Germany.

~ He is Jewish.

~ Autistic (Fighting the Eric Cartman "Three strikes, Kyle!" quote rn).

~ He came from a long line of both doctors and chemists, and the bulk of his medical knowledge came from reading his father's books.

~ While his mother and father loved him, though possibly weighing him down with high expectations, his classmates were the worst.

~ He was a crybaby and easy to annoy, which made him the target of many of his classmates pranks and jeers. It didn't help that his glasses were huge on him as a kid.

~ He was around eight to nine years old when the Nazis took over, and he was sent to live with his grandparents. Following the capture of his parents, he and his grandparents moved into a small village in Austria.

~ When he was sixteen, he used his cunning to fake his own papers, and join the Austrian resistance. He was a medic then, following in his father's footsteps, and due to the horrific things see saw his sanity decreased substantially.

~ Following the war, he reclaimed his family's clinic in Stuttgart, and began to work as a doctor. Here, he stole a man's skeleton.

~ He was also later invited to a Prime Minister's wedding, where he stole the wedding doves; giving him Archimedes and the rest of his dovery. He was going to preform experiments on them, but the birds somehow won his heart.

~ After this, he moved to the United States as to not be detained and have his experiments impeded. And the rest is history!

~ We all are familiar with Archimedes, his beloved second-in-command, but he has ten total doves. Euclid, the food-stealer; Eratosthenes, a talkative, perky one; Hippocrates, a charmingly dopey thing; Aristotle, flouncing about and prone to bullying the other doves; Thales, a kleptomaniac; Eudoxes, blind and as Archimedes is to Medic, Eudoxes is to Demoman; Galen, mischievous and a trouble-maker; Socrates, likely the eldest and loves cozying up in one's shirt; and Xenophanes, who is noisy, demanding, and prone to scratching and biting.

~ He's the designated "Mother-figure" to the Mercenaries; who'll heal their injuries and not mock them for whatever crazy or embarrassing way they got said injury. God, they drive him up the wall sometimes, but something's holding him back from snapping (most likely the fondness he has for the others, especially Heavy, but don't tell him that (repressed) ).

~ His birthday is June 30th.

~ (canonically, Medic made a deal with the Devil in order to have his god-like medical skills what the shit)

Sniper

~ His full name is Michael "Mick"/"Mickey" Mundy. But his name also is Mun-Dee.

~ He is 27 and 6'1.

~ He was born in Dunedin, New Zealand– which is underwater, of course. He is also part Māori on his mother's half.

~ He spent his childhood in Adelaide, Australia; where he was picked on by other kids.

~ Plenty of jeers were thrown his way, by both adults and children, as he grew up. Everything from "beanpole" to his very own nickname of "Mick-Stick" he had memorized.

~ Most of his youth he spent high in trees, away from his bullies and teachers and other adults who would no doubt spit in his face and step on his achievements. As he got older, with pinpoint precision, he made rocks and sticks rain from the sky and onto his tormenters as their comeuppance.

~ His adoptive parents loved him, of course; and he loved them back, but they did not care for his blossoming profession. His father did actually teach him how to hunt, though, which probably didn't help.

~ As a teen, he took up a small gig as an animal exterminator. As a novice exterminator, he had faced giga-sized crocodiles and kangaroos twice his height. He'd stab mothballs onto the points of his arrows, and launch them into parks overrun by spiders and their webs. He'd pull gluttonous, bitey fish out of lakes with his bare hands. It was definitely much more fun than his current "extermination" gig.

~ He has a peculiar ability to crash like a wreck anywhere; simply getting too comfy leaning against a wall could cause him to start snoozing. On the other hand, any small noise will startle him awake, and prevent him from falling back to sleep for the next few hours.

~ The amber-tinted sunglasses he's iconic for actually are his dad's, which he keeps and continues to wear for sentimental reasons.

~ Every few years, the zit-faced mail boy brings him an algae-covered glass bottle with a wet letter inside, always starting with "My dearest son...". He always throws out the letters, because he knows what they contain isn't sincere.

~ His birthday is March 25th.

Spy

~ His full name is Jacques bon René.

~ He is 43 and 5'11.

~ He was born in Marseille, France.

~ For a rather large portion of his life, he was a foster kid.

~ Most of his childhood was spent on trains going all around France, with a service worker holding his hand until they reached their desired destination. He doesn't remember how many homes, or other miscellaneous places, he has been to.

~ The Mercs are screwed-up people, but I'm trying to keep my headcanons lighthearted in vein of the game, but I have to mention this headcanon of mine. He was homeless by the time he was around seventeen, and he was whoring himself to afford a way out of France and to England. Once he got there, he spent at least a year living in a small apartment with three other roommates. One suicide attempt later, he simply left and became the Spy we know today.

~ He used to be a prolific bookworm, and at each house he moved to, he would always be seen tucked away somewhere with his nose in a book. As his job became more intertwined with his life, though, downtime to pick up a book became scarce.

~ Adding onto that, he is one of the best to go to for book recommendations. While many of his most common recommendations are French literatures, he has read a fair few English books he can lend over.

~ He had to have been little older than sixteen when he had ran away from what would become his final "real" home. All he can really recall is a rude exchange of words, and himself storming off in a huff; never to be seen again.

~ He's... kind of made a vow to himself to never rejoin society again. He doesn't exist, and he pretends to like it that way. So, having a son frightened him; and he ran away, fulfilling other contracts until he either died or forgot about it. Neither happened. So each time he sees Scout, there's still some lingering guilt.

~ Medic is not the only Mercenary in ownership of a feathered companion; as Spy owns a very spoiled, somewhat creepy raven known as Aristotle (it's a coincidence that one of Medic's doves shares the name). The black bird stalks around his owner's smoking room like a shadow, but retreats to a golden cage to sleep in at night.

~ He is Aplatonic (Someone who doesn't experience platonic attraction, or lacks a desire to form friendships/has difficulty forming friendships due to neurodivergence or trauma).

~ His birthday February 29th.

Miss Pauling

~ Her full name is Flo Pauling.

~ She's 29 and 5'8.

~ She was born in Bristol, England.

~ Ever since arriving in the States, she's managed to hide her accent very well. Only a few who've either caught her early in the morning, or are the Mercenaries, have heard her real voice.

~ Lots of her childhood is completely voided in her memory, and with how busy she's kept by The Administrator– her life, to her, is first being born and then working under The Administrator. She hardly has a minute in her schedule to think about her past, and I don't believe she'd care about it if she did.

~ She's forgotten her past for good reason, as it wasn't the prettiest or kindest childhood one could have.

~ For brevity's sake, we can just say that she was shipped off to The Administrator's at twelve years old for her own family's greedy ideals.

~ The Administrator has been microdosing Miss Pauling with Australium ever since she came under her wing, most likely to prepare her for taking over once The Administrator dies. Well, if The Administrator dies.

~ Lesbian (I can't stop thinking about the moment in the comics where she forgoes joining Scout in getting to safety just to oggle at naked Zhanna).

~ Miss Pauling no longer has any official personal records. She legally doesn't exist nor is remembered by anyone who has once known her; similarly to Spy.

~ She has a variety of small ways to keep herself occupied; fiddling with a pen, whistling or making clicking sounds, tenting her thumbs, and notably, organizing things. Unlike Engineer, she simply tidies things up to pass the time rather than fully rearrange a room.

Miscellaneous (Worldbuilding, Side Characters, ect.)

~ The TF2 Universe is, at most, 6,000 years old according to Merasmus; who says he is both older than time and 6,000 years old. The timeline of the TF2 Universe is so short because God, for lack of a better term, speedran history in order to get to the good part (The Birth of TF2 Scout).

~ The Mercs we all know and love are the second-option; as no good professional who knows their worth will waste their time fighting over a gravel pit that doesn't exist anymore. Teufort was built over the original gravel pit. The Mercs were the only fools stupid enough to agree to the contract, minus Engineer, who's an inside-worker for The Administrator.

~ The Administrator is 152 years old due to Australium, as we all know, but she is also lesbian. She has had almost all-female assistants, of which she has gotten into a relationship with and promptly broke up with to break their hearts (I mean, when you're that old, you have to be at least somewhat jaded. You have to find SOME way to entertain yourself, right?).

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The face I love so much 🥰 the smile that always makes me happy and I love hearing that coming from deep, ticklish laugh♥️

With all the love of my heart ❤️

Jeremy Renner

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