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fluffomatic · 3 months ago
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Some good old family tickles! I've been exploring Spectra/Keith and Clay's relationship recently, and I really wanted these two to have a bonding arc. Like, Mira and Spectra deserve to keep one parent! Let them be with their dad again 🥺 I really wish the show focused on the story more than brawling, but it was designed to sell toys, so ya get what ya get.
I really like the idea of Clay talking to Spectra again, probably around the anniversary of Spectra's mother's and Clay's wife's death. They get to be a family again for a little bit and Clay remembers his son was crazy ticklish as a kid, so he asks if he's still that ticklish now. Of course he denies it up and down! He's an adult now of course, there's no way he'd still be ticklish! Unfortunately for him, Clay knew he was lying and immediately grabbed his feet and tickled away! Poor thing didn't stand a CHANCE. Insue the bonding!
(My art, don't repost, but please reblog)
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amazingmsme · 1 year ago
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A Good Golly Holiday Time
AN: Extremely loosely based on the squealing santa warmup prompt featherflake & basically just my excuse to write for The Solve It Squad/How the Grunch Cribbed Christmas. Ever since I first laid eyes on Scrags I knew he had to get wrecked. Hope you enjoy, merry Christmas & happy holidays to everyone! Really gonna try to pump out one more holiday fic but we’ll see about that won’t we?
Scrags... really wasn't having a good time. He normally tried to avoid the holidays because it only served to remind him of the family that didn't want him, and that fucking Maddie girl in his dad's reserved seat was just rubbing salt in the wound. He tried to keep his glaring to a minimum.
It seems his efforts failed because his friends very easily picked up on his sour mood, and it was obvious that they were walking on eggshells around him. They were in the craft portion of the planned activities, and it felt like his friends were coddling him rather than actually checking in. It was insulting damn it, he was a grown ass man! He didn't need their condescending praise about his crappy snowflake or the pitying looks they cast his way when they thought he wouldn't notice. Well news flash: he notices everything; he's a fucking FBI agent for crying out loud!
He heaved a heavy sigh as he glued a handful of feathers onto his snowflake. Keith walked behind him and off to the side, looking over Ester's shoulder at the iPad in their hands.
"So, what's the chat saying about me?" he asked, sweeping a hand through his hair. Ester rolled their eyes as they continued to scroll through the comments.
"Not much, they're all talking about what a sad sack of coal Scrags is being," they muttered, causing Kieth to furrow his brows.
"What? No way, Scrags is always high strung and snappy, they just don't know him like we do," he tried to justify. He glanced up at Scrags, his playful smirk falling when he saw the way their friend's shoulders sagged. He slapped a handful of feathers onto his snowflake in a messy, haphazard thud onto the table. "Okay yeah, he is being a classic Grunch, but it's not like we can cheer him up." Keith caught sight of a nearby camera and flashed a smile and wink.
Ester rolled their eyes. Keith stepped in front of her to be in the camera's full view and addressed the audience.
"Hey all you beautiful people at home! Our friend Scrags is having a little trouble getting in the holiday spirit, so we're taking suggestions on how to cheer him up!"
"Really Keith? C'mon, we got more important things to do! I need all you fuck nuggets at home to donate in my name, got that?!" Esther yelled, addressing the camera as they shoved Kieth out of the way. "Think of the children, first and foremost, but make sure I fucking win when you do!" they insisted, drawing the attention of Gwen and Scrags with the shrill pitch of their voice.
"Esther, try and keep it down, it's arts and crafts time and I do expect you to use your indoor voice," Gwen said in her classic cheerful tone with a dash of condescension and and a pinch of superiority. Thankfully, neither Esther nor Keith paid her any mind as they searched the comments for ideas.
"Wow you guys really have no sense of humor," Esther muttered as they scrolled past a few particularly bad holiday themed jokes. Keith grabbed their wrist and pointed at the screen.
"Hold up, go back I think I saw something," he said, not waiting for them to comply and snatched the iPad.
"Hey, give that back!"
"In a sec!" he said, scrolling until he found the comment once more. He froze and looked at Esther with an excited, sinister grin. "I think mrsclausgiantjuggs just gave us the solution to our problem."
"Ew, Kieth-"
"No, it's a username! Here look!"
"No I don't wanna-" they stopped mid sentence as they read the comment. A devilish glint flashed in their eyes. "Is Scrags ticklish? You guys should totally tickle him, I bet THAT will cheer him up!" They looked up from the screen and locked eyes with Keith. An evil chuckle slipped out as they slowly crept over to their gloomy friend.
"Gwen, your snowflake is looking picture perfect, just like you," Keith flirted, ever the suck up simp.
She flushed and giggled, "Oh stop!"
"Scrags, buddy! Yours is... coming along," he said, staring at the mess of paper, glitter glue and feathers.
"Gee, thanks. Gwen made me do this so she wouldn't be crafting all by herself," he teased lightly. "But y'know, I think it'd look better if you did it, Esther. Or even you, Keith."
"The hell do you mean "even me?" he asked incredulously. Esther smacked him from behind, reminding him they had a goal to accomplish.
“Scrags, I gotta be honest with you. You’re acting like a Grade A Grunch, and the chat’s picking up on your vibe. Now if you don’t change that, we’re gonna have to take drastic measures,” he warned/threatened. Scrags merely rolled his eyes.
“Sorry that I’m no happy enough to conform to your cheerful holiday standards,” he quipped, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
“Well that’s where we come in,” Keith said, sidling up next to him. Scrags looked him up and down skeptically.
“I’m not really in the mood for jokes…”
“Oh but this isn’t a joke!” Esther assured from his other side, making him jump. “If you ask me, this is a sure fire way to get your cheer meter filled all the way to the tippy top!”
Scrags scoffed, returning to his half-assed snowflake. He jerked away with a squeal when he felt something soft and fluffy flutter over his ear. He looked over to see Keith twirling a feather between his fingers, sporting a wicked grin. Scrags held his arms out in front of him as a weak defense.
“Dude, no, we’re live,” he practically pleaded.
“Uh, I know. This was a fan suggestion!” he chirped. Scrags choked on his own spit, sputtering and stumbling to his feet.
“Ex-excuse me? No, I don’t believe you!”
“Oh but it’s true,” Esther spoke up from behind him, making his blood run cold.
He stared at her, completely frozen for a solid few seconds before his brain caught up with himself. “What?” he reacted with his entire body, tossing his head around to look at her, placing his hands on his hips in his iconic sassy dad pose. “Who would want to see that?” he demanded.
“I think a better question is who wouldn’t want to see that,” Gwen joined in on the teasing, walking up behind Scrags and squeezed both his hips, making his twist out of her grip with a choked off giggle. “Great idea Keith!”
“Technically all the credit goes to mrsclausgiantjuggs, but I am the one spearheading this mission,” he bragged on himself, but still gave credit where credit was due. Okay, so maybe he wanted to say that username one more time.
“No, okay, I am shutting this down, it is not happenIIING!” his stern scolding morphed into a shrill squeal when Ester grew tired of waiting and dug their fingers in his armpits. He whipped around just in time to see their sinister grin as they wiggled their fingers in the air, getting ever closer. He desperately tried to fight off the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Not once up to this point in the livestream had he been so aware of the multiple cameras trained on them. He continued backing away from the threatening fingers�� Right into Keith’s outstretched arms.
Strong arms, that immediately trapped him in a very tickly bear hug. “GOTCHA!” he yelled as he pinched and kneaded his sides and ribs, launching him into a full fledged giggle fit. He squirmed around like a fish on a hook, swatting and shoving at his probing hands.
“Aww, I can’t remember the last time you looked so happy, Scrags!” Gwen cooed, placing a hand over her melting heart. She wasn’t even meaning to tease, it was a genuine observation.
“Ihihihit’s fohohorced! Gwen d-don’t just stahahand there, hehehelp me damnit!” he snapped through his laughter. Before she could answer, Esther interjected.
“Uh oh, someone clearly isn’t feeling the holiday spirit!” He shook his head, eyes wide with panic as they lunged for him. Their fingers prodded his soft belly, causing him to double over in Keith’s grip.
“Oh I’ll help you alright! Trust me, when we’re through with you, you’ll feel like a million bucks! Just like when we were kids, right Mr. Giggles?” she asked and okay this time she definitely meant to tease. It had the desired effect and had him turning a rather adorable shade of pink.
“D-dohohon’t call me thahahat!” he cried indignantly, twisting around in his friend’s hold to hide his face from the camera, and hopefully protect at least a few of his tickle spots.
He realized his mistake when Keith took a deep breath and planted a loud, sloppy raspberry on his neck.
“OHOHOHO FUCK KEITH THAHAHAT’S SO GROSS, GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Scrags’s hysterical laughter nearly blew out his mic before it tapered off into a less earsplitting volume as Keith pulled away, wiping a hand on his mouth.
“Sorry, could’ve sworn you said you liked raspberries,” he said with a shit eating grin. Scrags rolled his eyes, still grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, the fruit you dickwahahad!” his insult lost its edge when Esther drilled their thumbs in his hips, sending him back into helpless laughter.
“Hey, this is a charity livestream for children, watch your motherfucking mouth!” Esther yelled over him. Gwen gasped at the outburst.
“Well that’s the pot calling the kettle black!”
Esther smirked, cocking their head to the side. “Sorry Gwen, pretty sure you’re not allowed to say that anymore,” they said, shaking their head with a tsk. Gwen scoffed.
“Oh you are so asking for it!” And with that, she set her sights on a new target.
Needless to say, the chat was going wild, and they were gaining view by the second. It was a rare glimpse of the fun, bright eyed detective group they remembered growing up, and that was the greatest non denominational holiday gift anyone could ask for.
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bow-of-aros · 3 days ago
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We Love You, Dumbass
Summary:
Scrags is having a rough day. He's exhausted and his mind won't leave him alone. It's a good thing that he has some VERY persistent friends.
Guys. Guys. Holy shit. I watched this a few days ago and AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Scrags is so perfect I love him. I don't know what Joey Richter puts into his characters but it's like crack they're all amazing. Anyway Scrags has literally not left my mind in days and I knew that I had to write this. I went a little insane over it so I hope y'all enjoy!! <33
Scrags sat in his little makeshift office, typing up the reports that he still needed to send to his superiors. He’d decided to stay with the FBI but as a liaison between the bureau and the Solve It Squad. Well, his title said liaison, or team manager depending on what document you looked at, but it was more desperate babysitter than anything else.
Honestly, his boss had just been thrilled that Scrags wasn’t ‘moping around’ as much anymore. Apparently, as long as the Squad kept bringing in criminals and ‘dragging a smile kicking and screaming across his frowny face’ they could work as externals.
It was a nice sentiment, in a way, but it only served to add to the stress he already dealt with on a daily basis.
Laughter filtered in from the other room and Scrags’ chest tightened briefly as he tried to focus harder on the words that had started swimming in front of him.
Look, he was glad that the gang got back together. Really, he was! Solving mysteries with his best friends was everything kid Scrags had ever dreamed of, and he was a real-life FBI agent with a badge and everything! Everything should be great.
Except he was a real-life FBI agent.
With a badge and everything.
Which meant that he had to hold himself to certain standards. There were regulations and protocols in place, not only for Scrags, but for the whole Solve It Squad. Scrags typically had no problem adhering to this, losing himself in order and routine had been one of the easier parts of becoming an agent.
But now he had to make sure that the rest of his friends also adhered to all those rules, and that was an impossible task.
They hadn’t had to worry about rules, or even laws, back in middle school. Everything they did was swept under the rug after a job well done, and consequences weren’t a word that any of them were very familiar with. The Solve It Squad basically had free reign to do whatever they needed (or wanted) as long as they caught the bad guy at the end.
And they always caught the bad guy.
Scrags brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to will away the headache he could feel building there. Even with everyone in their thirties, he still couldn’t manage to snap them out of that ‘no consequences’ mindset. He was a federal agent for Christ’s sake! He could’ve arrested each of them a dozen times over for the bullshit that they pulled right in front of him.
There wasn’t anything else that he could try. Scrags had begged, pleaded, coerced, bribed, and even made an attempt at ordering Keith, Esther, and Gwen to listen to him and follow at least some bureau protocol, and nothing seemed to stick.
It’s not like he didn’t want to join in, to relive that time when the squad was at the top of the world, completely invincible.
He just couldn’t.
Scrags had to make sure that, on top of catching the bad guy, that none of his friends did anything noticeable enough to get them in trouble. He had to coordinate with his boss all of the cases they got, write up all the reports because nobody else wanted to stoop as low as doing paperwork, and try to hold himself together all the while.
A tear dropped onto his paperwork and Scrags realized with a jolt that he was crying. He frantically patted the paper dry with his sleeve as he scrubbed at his face, glancing at the crack in the door longingly.
He could picture them all tangled together, reigniting the tradition of a post-case movie night. From the number of times Scrags had heard Esther yell “Fucking gross!” he would guess that Gwen had chosen some romcom that she loved. Normally, he would be there to make fun of it with Esther, to be someone they could roll their eyes at.
But not tonight. It was easier than he’d expected to slip back into the role of outsider. Sure, everyone had admitted that they felt like they didn’t belong in one way or another, but Scrags had always known his place. He’d been part of the group because Cluebert was his dog, and now he was here because he made sure they actually got paid for their cases.
It was okay though, to be ‘no-fun Scrags’ or ‘goody two-shoes Scrags’ because that Scrags is who kept this whole thing up and running.
“Keith! That’s fucking disgusting!” That was Gwen’s voice, but she was laughing and the noise was echoed by two other distinct laughs. The sound wound around Scrags’ heart and squeezed until he was doubled over his desk, arms wrapped around himself in an effort to keep from falling apart.
A few deep breaths and he decided that he could just get the rest of this done tomorrow. A good night’s rest was all he needed to clear his head and start fresh tomorrow with the vain hope that maybe something would bother to go right for him.
After Scrags organized his papers to the best of his ability, he gave one last wipe to his eyes and slipped out the door, intent on just walking past everyone and getting to bed.
“Hey Scrags! There you are, man!�� Well, so much for that plan.
He looked up to see Keith beaming at him, oblivious as usual with Gwen half asleep against his shoulder and Esther sprawled over their laps, staring at Scrags much too pointedly to be comfortable.
“Uh, hey,” His voice cracked and he paused to clear his throat, “Hey guys. I’m pretty beat so I think I’m just gonna head to sleep, alright? Okay.”
Scrags made it about two steps past the couch before someone caught his wrist in a vice-like grip. A sharp tug revealed it to be Esther, their fingers digging into his arm just a bit too tight. He shifted uncomfortably as they scrutinized him, knowing better than to try and pull away before they were done.
Finally, they spoke, “What? You’re just going to leave me alone with them?” And that little spark of hope that had been kindling within him was quickly snuffed out. Of course they didn’t want him there for his company, they just wanted a distraction from the clusterfuck that was Keith’s infinite determination to hit on a married woman.
“Sorry that I can’t be more helpful, Esther,” Scrags fought to keep his voice steady, or at least to pass it off as exhaustion, “I don’t want to intrude or anything. You guys have fun though!”
When he went to pull away though, Esther’s grip tightened and Keith and Gwen had both fully snapped to attention, watching him carefully.
Shit, he must’ve said something wrong.
Scrags scrambled to cover up whatever it was, “I’m just really tired, you know! There’s just so much paperwork to fill out and it’s been a really long day. Keeping you guys out of trouble while coordinating with the FBI is no easy task! Someone’s gotta be the bad guy and make sure we get paid and don’t get put in jail, am I right?”
It was supposed to be a joke. Albeit a weak joke delivered with an even weaker smile that fell so much flatter than even Scrags could’ve guessed. Everyone was frowning, even if Keith’s was more out of confusion than anything else.
He opened his mouth again, not totally sure what else was going to come out but desperately trying to salvage whatever it was that he’d done because of course he’d ruined the mood. Classic Scrags.
Esther cut him off before he could say anything, “Keith, take this,” they said, holding out Scrags’ arm.
“Uh, okay?” Keith took hold of it, not as tight as Esther had but tight enough that Scrags knew that he wouldn’t be able to pull away easily. “Now what?”
“Now fucking pull.” Scrags’ jaw dropped slightly.
“Wait, what—shit!” Keith barely even hesitated before doing as he was told, yanking Scrags down on top of the pile. He fell unceremoniously, not even getting the chance to recover before Esther was shoving him in between Keith and Gwen before flopping back on top of them, ensuring that they were taking up as much space as humanly possible.
Now, this was definitely not what Scrags had been expecting, and he had a feeling that it was heading nowhere good, but he had to admit that it was nice. He’d never been the most affectionate of the bunch, not because he didn’t want to be, but because he was always too nervous to be the first to reach out. The chance that they’d awkwardly chuckle and guide him away loomed over him so he just, never tried.
But sitting here, soaking in the warmth and the pressure of his friends, he couldn’t help but relax a bit, sinking into them as much as he could allow himself.
Scrags opened his mouth, then closed it again, working his jaw as he swallowed down an odd lump in his throat. “What’s this for? Not that I mind! It’s just, well, uh—”
“Alright guys,” Esther completely ignored everything he was saying in order to speak to the other two, “Scrags is having one of his bad days where his brain is being shitty and telling him fuckass lies. Does everyone remember the drill?”
He looked around, completely lost as Gwen nodded solemnly, “Hold on tight, and don’t let him run away while we make him talk about his feelings.” She said it like it was something they’d all said a thousand times, and suddenly certain moments from his childhood started making sense.
“And?” Esther prompts, looking at Keith.
“And, when we’re done, make sure he’s smiling!” Keith’s beaming, looking immensely proud of himself when Esther nods approvingly.
Scrags wriggles around in an attempt to free his arms, trying to ignore the gentle warmth spreading through him when arms tighten around him. “Okay. What the hell is going on?!”
“Is it not obvious?” Gwen asks, cocking her head at him, “You’re being a repressed sad sack, and we’re going to cheer you up!”
As he scrambles for something to say, Esther drawls from their place on his lap, “So, even though I know exactly what’s going on, I’m going to give you the opportunity to be a big boy and tell us yourself.”
“What?” Scrags chuckles nervously, “I’m fine! Everything’s fine! Totally fine!”
Esther cut him a flat look while Gwen snorted. Keith jostled him a bit, saying “Oh come on Scrags! Even I can tell that’s bullshit, and that’s really saying something. You know you can talk to us about anything, so what’s wrong?”
For a brief moment, Scrags considered it. Like, really considered it. Spilling his guts then and there and telling them how much of an outsider he still felt, even wrapped up in a weird embrace like he was now. Explaining that he doesn’t want to suck the fun out of things, that he wants more than anything to go back to solving cases the way they used to but there are standards he has to hold himself to now. And how every time they brush him off just makes everything worse because he’s doing it for them, so he just feels unwanted and useless.
But then he remembered the laughter he’d heard from the other room and how, even though they didn’t seem to like him as much as they liked each other, they still did things like this for him.
He really didn’t want to fuck up what little he had going for himself, so he just plastered on what was hopefully a more convincing smile and avoided looking anyone in the eye lest they somehow manage to read his thoughts.
“Nothing’s wrong you guys,” He reassured them, “I’m just tired, really.”
Silence rang throughout the group for a moment and Scrags readied himself to be pushed away when Esther let out a long-suffering sigh and said, “Looks like we’re moving to phase two. You fuckers ready?”
“Yessir!” Came Keith’s joking reply and Scrags felt his arms shift as hands wrapped around his wrists once more. They were firmly pulled a bit away from him as Scrags frantically tried to remember what the fuck was happening, dredging through similar situations from twenty years ago for anything that would—
Oh. Oh shit.
“There it is!” Esther said gleefully, “Now, do you still feel like ‘everything’s fine’?”
“Uh- I- I just-” Scrags started pulling on his arms defensively, that old instinct telling him to protect himself kicking in. He looked around frantically and was met with three gazes, each looking like the cat who got the canary, “Everything is fine! You guys don’t have to do tHIS—Hehehey!”
He broke into giggles as Esther nodded at Gwen who started to deliver quick little pinches to his ribs. His elbows attempted to jerk inwards but Keith’s grip was solid and Gwen was relentless, easily finding that spot near the back of his ribs from when they were kids and spidering her nails over it, making Scrags’ laughter pitch up in desperation.
Meanwhile, Esther just stared at him, unimpressed. After a few moments, a sly grin spread across their face and they reached up to flutter their fingers under his chin, lighting up when he let out a snort.
“Guys! Did you hear that?” Keith exclaimed, still holding on tight but grinning for all he was worth, “Scrags still snorts when you get his neck! Ah, classic.”
Gwen nodded in agreement, “It might actually be cuter than I remember! What do you think, Esther?”
“Hmmmmm,” Esther dragged it out, “Yeah. He’s pretty damn adorable, aren’t you, Scrags?”
Scrags was pretty sure that he was dying. He can feel his face burning and he’s certain that the others can see it if the way Gween coos and pokes at his cheek with her free hand is any indication.
He let out an embarrassed groan, frantically shaking his head through his giggles, “Nohohoho I’m nohohohot! Let me gohohoho!”
“Awwww, you don’t really mean that though, do you?” Esther asked, a shit-eating grin on their face, “But, if you tell us what’s wrong, we could probably give you a breather.”
“Buhuhut nothing’s—WAIT!” Scrags shrieked as Esther suddenly wormed a hand under themselves to rest threateningly on his knee, “Okay! Okahahay I’ll talk!”
Gwen let up and Keith loosened his grip, though not removing it completely, and they watched as Scrags got out the last of his residue giggles. He glared at Esther, not that they seemed fazed by it, “You are evil.”
They just shrugged, adjusting to get more comfortable. “And? Get talking, Scragtowski, or I’m about to get a whole lot eviler. Something about being the bad guy and still not feeling like part of the group and that nothing you do is taken seriously?”
“Yeah, I—” Scrags cut himself off, “Wait, I didn’t say those last two things. Where the hell did that come from?!”
Gwen laughs as Esther just looks at him, and Scrags sighs, “Right, fair enough.”
He falls silent for a bit, trying to find the words, and they wait patiently for him. When Scrags finally opens his mouth, the words catch in his throat and he looks helplessly at the people around him, silently begging them to just let him go and forget this ever happened.
No such luck though as Keith rubs his shoulder comfortingly, “Hey man, you can talk to us. God knows you make us deal with our shit when we need to, it’s only fair that we return the favour.”
Scrags really wishes that he had access to his arms so that he could drag a hand across his face, but instead he takes in a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and slowly lets it back out.
“I don’t know if I want to get too into it, but, you know, things have changed!” He stares at them imploringly, hoping that he’s making sense, “I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That’s the highest level of law enforcement in America! I have rules to follow and people to answer to!”
If he weren’t currently surrounded, he’d be pacing right now, so he lets his leg bounce under Esther in an attempt to quell the nervous energy. They don’t say anything about it.
“And it doesn’t help that you guys are constantly breaking laws, you know? Right in front of me! You could be put in jail for years for some of the shit you pull! So not only am I trying to make sure that my boss is happy with our work, I’m also covering your asses which goes against basically everything I’m supposed to be doing! I took a fucking oath!”
There’s a point on the ceiling that Scrags has fixed his eyes onto so he doesn’t have to see the looks he’s probably getting. It’s a very interesting shade of off-white.
Now that he’s started, it’s hard to stop, “And because I’m doing all that, I don’t get to join in all the fun stuff you guys do! Do you think I want to be constantly telling you guys that you can’t be doing things? No! I don’t! And I can feel you guys wishing I wasn’t here every single time I do it and it fucking sucks okay?!”
“I just—” Scrags lets his head sag back against the couch, suddenly too exhausted to bother holding it up, “It’s tough, being the one who has to ruin everyone’s fun so I, and you guys by extension, don’t lose this job. I’m used to not being everyone’s favourite, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt sometimes. I want to be out here watching stupid movies and laughing with you guys instead of being in there,” He gestures at the closet-turned-office, “Trying to figure out how to write a report in a way that doesn’t make us liable for breaking and entering! Or the insane amount of drugs that Esther has in their system at all times!”
It feels good for a few seconds to get everything off his chest. He’s breathing heavily like he’d just been running, and then everything he just said hits him like a sack of bricks.
“Shit guys,” Scrags squeezes his eyes shut, “This is exactly what I didn’t want to do. Sorry for ruining your movie night.”
Someone smacks his chest. Probably Esther judging by the force used, “It was supposed to be our movie night, dumbass. You included. We—Hey! Look at me!” Fingers snap in front of his face and he reluctantly opens his eyes, looking down at his friend’s very serious face.
They grab his chin forcefully and look him right in the eye, “We’ve been shitty friends. You’ve been jumping through insane hoops for us ever since you got us hooked up with this job and all we’ve been doing is making it harder. We’ll work on that. And,” They cut him off when he tries to protest, “We were even shittier for blaming you for all of it. I’ll try and do my drugs in the bathroom more often if it gives you something less to worry about.”
“Yeah, actually,” Scrags says hesitantly, a fragile hope blooming, “That would make things a little easier.”
“I’m not saying that we’re going to listen to you all the time, because that would be boring as shit,” They warn him, “But it probably wouldn’t hurt to help you actually keep your job. You know, for the money. Gotta support my drug addiction somehow.”
Tension starts to slowly seep out of him as Keith adds, “Yeah dude. We don’t need you more stressed than you already are, you gotta relax!” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “We’ll include you more. And stop being assholes. Mostly. Sorry.” He tacks the last part on like the word fits uncomfortably in his mouth, but Scrags appreciates the sentiment.
“Oh Scrags, I’m so sorry!” Gwen’s normally dramatic, but there’s something about this that seems truly genuine. She wraps him up in a tight hug, squeezing to the point where he wheezes out a slightly pained breath, “You’ve been doing so much for us and we’ve been nothing but awful about it! We’re gonna make it up to you, I promise!”
It’s honestly overwhelming, the affection and the apologies and the appreciation he’s been wanting for so long. His eyes dart around to each of his friend’s faces, all looking at him with some mixture of guilt (Keith), determination (Gwen), and a vague ambivalence with an undertone of ferocity (Esther).
All he can really do is stammer out, “Oh! Uh, thanks! It’s- It’s not really a big deal, really. It would definitely, ah, make my job easier.”
Scrags doesn’t know how much of it he really believes, but the sentiment is definitely nice. Figuring that he’s done his part, he moves to get up, but everyone’s grip tightens on him again.
“Uh, guys? What are you doing?”
Esther scoffs, sitting up a bit, “Don’t you remember the rules? We can’t let you go unless you’re smiling.”
A nervous grin starts tugging at his lips, “Oh come on! You don’t have to do that. I’m already smiling, see?”
Keith shakes his head, “Nuh-uh, that’s not a real smile. And we just agreed to follow the rules for you!”
He jolts as he feels fingers start to crawl up his sides and to his ribs, “We’re making it up to you!” Gwen digs in a little harder, pulling a yelp out of him, “Now, hold still so that we can include you. You’re part of the Solve It Squad too, Scrags! It’s time you started acting like it!”
“Wait! Shihihihihihit Esther NO!” They finally made good on their previous threat and started squeezing at his knees, completely unmoved by his attempts at shaking them off as he frantically kicked his legs.
“Esther yes!” Their grin sharpened as Scrags shrieked, Gwen tracing nonsense shapes across his ribs in a way that made him want to crawl out of his skin. “Now, how about you repeat after me? My friends care about me and I’m a real part of the group.”
The tone in which they said it was mean and teasing, but when Scrags managed to look at them, they were dead serious. Even if he couldn’t believe it, they wanted him to say it. Esther had always believed in lying to yourself until you started to believe it.
“What?! No wahahahahay!” Scrags desperately tried to crumble or squeeze into an itty bitty ball when Esther switched to scratching behind his knees, “Gehehehet out of thehehehere! Ehehehehesther!”
Things only got worse when Keith got bored and decided to let go of one of his arms and start prodding at his stomach, easily batting away his flailing limb.
“FUCK Keheheheheith! Guys I cahahahan’t!” Tears were starting to well up from the force of his laughter and, honestly? Scrags hadn’t felt this light in fucking years. Maybe decades.
Gwen’s hand crept higher, still maddeningly light, matched by the increasing shrillness of Scrags’ laughter, “Come onnnnn! You know what you have to do!”
Scrags tore through his memory for what Esther had told him to say, the words slipping through his fingers every time he thought he got hold of them.
“I dohohohohon’t—” He was cut off by another laughing fit and Esther rolled their eyes at him.
“The passphrase is My friends care about me and I’m a real part of the group,” They said, “Also! If I ever feel like this again, I’m going to tell them and let them take care of me.”
Scrags whined in distress, “Whahahahat?! Cohohohohome on!” But then Esther went back to squeezing the muscle in his legs and Keith’s hand wandered up to his neck, and he cracked, “Fihihihihine!”
Like magic, the touches lightened, just enough to keep him giggling while letting him get some air in. He took a bit longer than he probably needed to recover, but was promptly spurred into action by a warning poke to his ribs.
“Okahay! My friends cahare about me. Ahahand- And I’m a reheheal part of the group!”
He got a brief round of applause before Esther said, “Annnnnnd?”
“Ahahahand-HEY!” He glared at an unapologetic Esther who’d given his side a quick pinch, “If I ever feel like this again I’ll tell you guys and let you take care of me!”
The sentence was pushed out in one quick breath, and Scrags sighed in relief when wiggling fingers turned into soothing pats. A grin was glued to his face, taking all the heat out of his words, “You guys are the fucking worst.”
They all laughed at him and settled in a little more.
“Yeah yeah, you wanna get to bed now, tough guy?” Esther raised an eyebrow at him, already knowing his answer.
“…..No,” He grumbled, letting himself sink into his friends’ warm embrace and turning his attention to whatever new movie Keith had just put on, “I can probably stick around for a bit.”
Scrags could feel the weight of the grins directed at him, flushing a bit as he tried to ignore them.
Keith ruffled his hair, “Good. We’re happy to have you here.”
And, when Gwen and Esther nodded in agreement against him, Scrags let the thought that they really did mean it take root. There was a vague “Yeah, we love you, dumbass,” muttered quietly that he’d never admit almost brought tears back to his eyes. He would protect this feeling, these people, with everything he had. A
It turns out that putting his trust in his friends—no, his family, might not be such a scary thing after all.
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lovelynim · 1 year ago
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I dont go here but this probably woke something inside me
Send help
May I get a uhhhhhh-
Keith from VLD?
Lee!Keith being tummy wrecked by someone/something.
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tummy <3
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aquagirl1978 · 2 months ago
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Fanfiction
Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)
Tempting the Beast (NSFW)
Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)
Marking You as Mine (NSFW)
Adorably Awkward
Want A Bite?
A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)
My Queen
A Crown for Your King (NSFW)
The Tiger Cares
The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)
Pas de Deux
The King's Command
Just a Dream
Just Another Day
Crash Into Me (NSFW)
A Rare Treat
Torment (NSFW)
Stay
Season of Change
The Queen's Command
What a Difference a Year Makes
Kiss From a Rose
She is Mine
Twist of Fate
Read to Me
Happily Ever After
The Morning After (NSFW)
More Than Words
Take My Breath Away (NSFW)
My Yellow Rose
It Was You
No Regrets
Finally (NSFW)
Chasing Fireflies
In Your Eyes
His Human Heart
Fall on Me
A New Day
Sugar and Spice
The Exchange
Run Away With Me
Family
The Little Things
Drabbles
five more minutes
not yet
grief
bathing
fever
scars & souvenirs
white day
marks
Chats
A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)
The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)
Headcanons
What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)
Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)
Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)
Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)
Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)
Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)
Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)
Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)
MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)
Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)
Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)
Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC
Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)
How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)
Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)
Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)
Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)
Chevalier with a Pregnant MC
Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)
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cloudcountry · 1 year ago
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SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.
WARNINGS: none!! :D
COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.
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you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.
arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.
they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.
leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.
your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.
isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.
they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.
napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.
...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.
mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.
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eliciria · 11 months ago
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hello love!
i saw that you write yandere material and are looking for inspiration! so if you don’t mind I’d love to request some yandere headcanons for satan from om (๑>؂•̀๑)
a/n : heyyy !! thanks so much for requesting. It's a bit short, I hope you don't mind.
whisper to the trees ... (ask box status) : open
check my about me/request rules here
wc : 0.67k words
cws : dark content, mdni! suggestive asf, mentions of kidnapping (not on you), potential smut in the end?
song playing : prayer1 by april27
Yandere! Satan headcanons
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On a scale of 1-10, from how scary Satan would be compared to other demons if they were a yandere, I'd make Satan a solid 5.
I am not like Keith Lee, and I can't give that much of a rating without being a little bit biased. So I'll just try to validate my opinion.
Let's start with the fact that this man is pretty much the concept of a person who does his homework. He knows what makes you feel disgusted and what tingles your stomach in lust.
May or may not have studied human anatomy just to use it to his advantage.
Aching from school? He's already massaging the part between your shoulder and neck that makes you feel good, albeit a bit ticklish.
Someone flirted with you at school? Satan kidnaps them, syringes a lethal amount of vitamin c underneath their tongue, and leaves them out on the streets. People say the poor student died from cardiac arrest.
You were a bit uncomfortable after hearing that one. You had just talked to that demon after all. Were you next? Your train of thought was interrupted as Satan ruffles your hair, telling you to be safe. You offer him a smile, and you nod. (He watches as you walk to RAD, shuffling the syringe between his index and middle finger)
Doesn't let you leave his room, and not in the "I captured you" way that you'd imagine. Of course you have to go to school and, do the occasional meet up with those outside (Solomon checking on you), he lightly gaslights you into staying with him for the majority of your stay within HOL. (Little do you know, he may or may not have pulled some strings for you to stay with him here. You aren't leaving hell, sorry.)
Lends you his clothes, in fact, kind of pressures you to wear it. It triggers something in him, a desire. He wants to be all yours, and you to be all his. Wearing a shirt or one of his turtle necks solidifies the fact that you reciprocate this.
He knows what he's doing is toxic and wrong, but he attempts to justify it. (He is going through a crisis within himself trying to validate his gaslighting and manipulating.)
He's incredibly sweet to you, and I mean incredibly. Buying you your favorite drinks, reading to you, all that.
Follows the sidewalk rule for his life, always peels your oranges and whatever fruit you want, and always attempts to keep his anger from bubbling out.
It rarely ever works though, as he is still the avatar of Wrath. Rage bubbles out, especially if something happens to you in particular. Lucifer scolding him? Fine. Mammon stealing his books? He'll get him later. But you going missing? (You were late by 2 minutes..) He was beginning to feel nauseous, his fist clenching. He gripped the book in front of him, trying to keep calm. The ticking of the clock seemingly became louder, and right as he was about to start ravaging his room, a soft hand laid on his lower back.
"Satan?" You say softly, trying to determine whether or not he was angry. He lets out a breath. You smelled so nice. A bit too nice. He turns around. The way that he looked at you now made it seem like he wasn't fuming and holding in his barely contained anger a few seconds ago.
"Hm?" A smile on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking of, but the way that he gripped your hand after you stopped holding his shoulder, he probably needed some comfort. (You were dead wrong, he was holding in a boner right then and there.)
You hugged him, patting his back.
"Are you angry?" You mutter quietly. He blinks, before hugging you back "No, no I am not." He takes a whiff of your scent. Sweet. He suddenly gripped your waist, eliciting a yelp from you.
He has decided. Instead of ravaging the room, he'll ravage you instead.
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a/n : i leave that to your imagination. reminder i do write smut, so this can continue! My requests are open, so please do request if you have something in mind! Thanks for reading.
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keithkog · 4 months ago
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GET YOUR MOTHER TO TICKLE KOLIVAN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Okay, calm down. I got this.
So this took a hot second, sorry for the wait. I did tell her to do this. Turns out he is ticklish, and I am so mad I did not get to see him lose in a tickle fight. I still see him as still a little intimidating, even after all these years. It’s hard to imagine him losing a tickle fight, even now.
Him and mom are really close now, I never thought they would be to be clear. People think the same thing about me and Lance though, so I cannot say much.
-Keith
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chocopbwafer · 2 years ago
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[ general dating headcanons with fem!human!reader ]
Pairing : [m!voltron!chars x fem!reader]
TW? : None
Word Amount : 836
Originally Posted On : AO3
When Shiro gets stressed out he just likes to rest his head In your lap, or In the crook of your neck while he wraps his arms around your waist.
  He finds your presence very comforting.
  When you're worried or stressed out, he catches on Immediately.
  Will give you a glass of your favorite beverage, maybe some snacks and hold you close to him, and you just bury your head In his chest enjoying the comfort.
  "Want to talk about It?"
  If you don't want to, then he'll respect that, he'll just try to keep whatever's bothering you off your mind.
  If you do want to though, he'll definitely listen to whatever you want to vent about.
  He's been In a few past relationships so he's decent In experience
  He gives great hugs.
  (Sometimes he likes to be the little spoon.)
  Idk why but he gives me the vibe of somebody who can cook good waffles
  He likes to kiss the bridge of your nose.
  If you have freckles then he's definitely kissing each one he can find.
  Kiss his forehead while playing with his hair If you want him to melt Into a puddle
  (♡)
  You and Hunk have your own little cooking class with each other.
  One part of you Is paying attention to what he's saying while he's cooking with you and the other part Is just smiling cause he's smiling too and his happiness Is so contagious???
  He's been on a few dates before but this would be his first time In a serious relationship so he's kinda awkward at first
  He eventually warms up and gets closer to you
  He's a really good singer, like, you come home one evening and just hear him In the shower singing his lungs away
  If you've had a nightmare he'll hum and sing to you while holding you close, and he sounds so nice you end up dozing off.
  Kiss his cheeks and he's just gonna grin at you like a goof
  (♡)
  Self-care for Lance Is a very big deal, and If he notices that you're not taking time out to care for yourself he's putting that to a whole stop.
  Ask him for face masks and moisturizers cause the boy stays stocked up
  He'll definitely wash and braid your hair (If you let him that Is!)
  Pampers you with love and affection every chance he can
  He's clingy and needs kisses every five seconds
  "Lance, I JUST kissed you"
  "I want another one though!"
  Despite his constant flirting he actually has never been In a relationship, let alone a date
  So when he asks you out and you accept he's kinda confused 
  "Now what?"
  Very sweet boyfriend
  He likes to nuzzle his head Into your neck and sneak a peck or two there.
  His jaw Is kinda ticklish but he certainly won't complain if you pepper a few kisses there
(♡)
  Both you and Shiro are the only ones that can calm Keith down when he's agitated.
  Just pull him aside and talk to him for a little bit
  He'll calm down
  Eventually
  He's never been In a relationship before and he's kinda emotionally constipated so the whole dating and love thing Is kinda awkward for him
  So when he asks you out, flowers In hand, his head averted and cheeks a dusty pink you already know he didn't do It on his own
  Shiro, Hunk and Pidge helped him out
  Coran helped too, but Keith was pretty sure the courting methods he was talking about probably only worked on Altean women
  Goes to Shiro for advice occasionally 
  He does not understand flirting
  He'll just look at you confused and then like, ten hours later he's like "oh"
  He really likes to hold your hands, and just idly rub along the lines of your palms
  He likes to kiss your knuckles
  His shoulders are kinda ticklish
(♡)
    Sometimes you'll tag along behind Coran when he makes improvements on the castle-ship.
  While you help him with chores and whatnot he might talk about what Altea was like
  He'll apologize for babbling but If you encourage him to keep talking about his home-planet and he will not hesitate to just talk about what It was like, and you end up smiling cause his eyes are literally sparkling the whole time
  Tell him about earth dang it
  Poor man doesn't know what snow is
  If you and the rest of the crew ever make It back home you promise to yourself the first thing you'll do Is show your boyfriend how to make a snowman
  Has been In a few relationships and dates before but with Altean women
  He has no clue on how to pursue a human woman
  Gets advice from both Pidge and Shiro
  He's oddly warm
  Like, If you cuddle or hug him he just feels like a fricking furnace
  Very overprotective and sweet boyfriend tbh
  He likes to sneak little kisses at the tips of your ear
  fin.
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fluffomatic · 6 months ago
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I'm sorry!! I wanted more Lee Dan. Hell, I'm actually not sorry! I love these two so much~ Spectra teasing the kid just to be annoying, adorable. Adore them, I want more of these two being frenimes
(My art, don't repost, but please reblog)
(PLATONIC ONLY)
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ochrearia · 3 months ago
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Tickle fight for the PoPr drabble ideas >:3c
In PoPr universe, so BF -> Keith, GF -> Cherry
Hysterical laughter was the first thing Pico heard coming back to the apartment. Immediately his skin prickled in a sense of playful danger, because there was only one thing that could be causing laughter as hard as that, and if he wasn’t careful, he would be its next target. If he didn’t want to be dragged into the mess, he could easily just not go into the room with the laughter until it was done. But also that was boring, and he really wanted to witness a hysterical Keith with his own eyes. So, putting his keys away and slipping off his shoes, he slinked down the hallway and peeked his head around the doorframe to be met with an adorably silly sight.
Keith was, in short, trapped. Belly to the bed, his face was stuck in an expression of complete mirth and ticklish anguish, fists pounding into the mattress as he screamed out his laughter. Keeping him trapped in his ‘torture’ was Cherry, sitting on top of his upper legs and grinning wickedly at the back of his head. Her devilish nails were dancing wildly over both of his sides, and her tail was wrapped around his ankles with her tail tip teasing meanly behind one of his knees. Pico shivered at the sight, butterflies starting to flutter in his belly because lord, that looked like it tickled like hell. The demoness was a wicked thing when she was hungry to hear his or the rapper’s laughter. Ruthless but still gentle. There was no telling what would’ve happened if he’d been home when the hunger struck. He almost felt bad for Keith.
Almost.
“Not so funny when it’s you, huh? Or, well, I guess it is really funny. You wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if you tried.” Pico said smugly, rounding the corner properly and entering the room.
“Fuck you- hah!” Keith shouted between his laughs, an unnamable shine swirling in the one eye he had open and trained on his boyfriend.
“Ah, he’s still defiant. You haven’t destroyed him enough yet. Go for the kill, Cherry, defend my honor.”
“Fu- wa-aha-wait!”
“On it, boss!” Cherry responded playfully, quickly releasing his legs and flipping him over from on his belly to on his back. Pushing his shirt all the way up, she gave him a few seconds to breathe before her nails touched down on the skin of his stomach- which also happened to be his death spot.
Keith, of course, lost his damn mind.
“Lower right side, right on the edge of his belly, gee it sure is such a shame that we figured this spot out, isn’t it?” Cherry teased wickedly, putting her nails to good use. “Oh, please, continue to laugh, such a wonderful, electric shade of indigo. Did I ever make mention that my synesthesia works with laughter? Ah, well, guess you know now!”
“That explains so much.” Pico snarked, having to raise the volume of his voice to be heard over Keith’s hysterics. “Always wondered why you seemed to get actually hungry to hear us laugh sometimes. I thought it was just because you were obsessed with the sound.”
“Both. Both ideas can exist at the same time and they do!” Cherry answered gleefully, very proud of herself. “Hmm… what do you think, Peeks? Think he’s had enough?”
Pico turned his gaze back to the trapped blue-haired boy, who was staring at him with such malicious intent that he knew he was going to be screwed no matter what he said. He’d already provoked him. Maybe if he was lucky Cherry would give him a ten second head start to escape into the other room before his fate caught up with him.
“No idea how long this was going on for before I got home, but he’s still breathing, so… give him a few more minutes.” Pico said finally, offering a wild grin full of mischief and nervous anticipation. “But I have a feeling I’m going to be made to eat my words the minute you let him go. Think you can give me a head start to flee before he’s on my ass?”
Cherry snorted out a laugh, continuing her evil scribbles. “I’m sure I can manage a few seconds for you… but know that I’d never pass up an opportunity to see your bright, aqua blue laughter for very long.”
“You’re so- snrk- DEAD!” Keith shrieked, still trying to escape to no avail, knowing that he’d be released in the next few minutes. He’d honestly been content to give Cherry what she wanted, but since Pico came home, his drive to be a menace was provoked into overdrive at his teasing words. Someone was going to pay, heavily.
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bow-of-aros · 12 minutes ago
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Here's the Plan
Summary:
Scrags really needs to stop trying to make the plans. Nobody likes listening to reason nowadays.
Hey folks!!!! Enjoy another Solve It Squad fic because I'm mentally ill about Scrags and he's perfect to me. Sorry about the minimal Gwen dialogue I'm still figuring out her voice but I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope that y'all like it!!
“Alright guys, here’s the plan.” Scrags sat in the passenger seat of their van, folders spread out across his lap as he pored over documents. “I’m going to knock on the front door and politely ask—”
“Ugh. Boring!” He probably should’ve seen this coming. Keith was never one for reasonable plans.
Or plans that weren’t his own.
Or, you know, plans.
Nevertheless, he barrelled on over Scrags’ defeated sigh, “Alright gang, here’s what we’re actually going to do!”
Scrags glanced in the mirror to see Gwen in the seat behind Keith, scrolling through her phone and not paying the least bit of attention. Behind Scrags was Esther, half-asleep and drooling into the fist that was keeping their head propped up and somehow paying even less attention.
“Gwen! You’re going to distract Mr. Campbell by telling him that your car broke down and you need help. Do whatever you need to to keep him off our scent.” Gwen gave a vague nod and Keith’s gaze shifted to Esther, “Esther! You’re going to break into the shed where we’re pretty sure he’s keeping his hacker lair and download whatever looks important onto the USB thingy that Scrags made us get. Also, you should totally change his username to something stupid like ButtMonkey69! That’ll show him.”
Esther let out a soft snore before slipping off of their fist and jolting awake, “Fuck off you fucking pigs!” Then they blinked a few times and said, “Oh, what? Yeah whatever. Shed, tech, yadda yadda.”
Keith beamed at them through the mirror, “Bingo! While you’re doing that, Scrags and I will sneak into his office using Scrags’ badass spy skills and find the papers that he stole from that one lady with all those codes on them!”
“Woah! Slow your roll there, Keith! We are not doing any breaking and entering of any kind!” Scrags’ protest was immediately met with groans from the rest of the group. “No! No complaining! That is illegal and I am an officer of the law! I’m just going to show him my badge and he’ll let us in.”
A snort sounded from behind him, “No he won’t,” Esther drawled, “It’s his right to not let you in without a warrant. Which you don’t have. Also if he knows that the feds are onto him he’ll wipe everything from his system and then we’ll really never get him.”
“Also, no offense Scrags, but you’re not exactly the most persuasive person. This guy hasn’t left even a speck of actual tangible evidence, he’s not gonna let something slip after you ask him nicely,” Gwen adds. She doesn’t even afford him the decency of looking up from whatever Instagram reel she’s watching.
Scrags had no such qualms as he twisted around in his seat to look at them both incredulously. “We are not breaking in anywhere! I’m literally a cop, I won’t be picking any locks or cracking any safes without clearance!”
Silence echoed through the cramped space and Scrags thought he’d finally made his point before Keith exclaimed up beside him, “YOU CAN CRACK SAFES?!”
He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to readjust his grip on his patience. Scrags has dealt with some truly horrendous criminals, and being the best agent in his division comes with the wonderful side effect of making enemies of some very dangerous people. He’s literally been captured, tortured, and held hostage more than once in his career.
Surely he could handle his three friends in a cramped space.
“Yes Keith, I can crack safes. It was part of my training in my division and I currently hold the record for the fastest time.” What? Scrags is allowed to brag a little. “And no, I will not show you because that would require breaking the law. Lockpicking Scrags is a thing of the past, sorry to disappoint.”
Keith’s too busy gaping, caught up in what is most likely a grossly exaggerated sequence of Scrags’ adventures in safecracking, so Gwen finally reaches forward to grab onto his shoulder, shaking him. “Come on, Scrags! You were always better than us with those magic fingers of yours!”
To emphasize her point, she reaches a little further and crawls her fingers up the side of his neck, laughing when Scrags jerks away with a choked-off snort. He brings a hand up to rub away the lingering sensation as he says “Okay, first of all, that’s disgusting. Never say that I have ‘magic fingers’ again. Second of all,” He raises his voice to be heard over the resulting jeers, “if you guys are doing this, I want no part in it! Keith can figure it out on his own!”
He raised his hands in defense of the volley of protests and complaints launched his way. Keith going as far as taking a hand off of the steering wheel to smack him much to Scrags’ immediate panic.
“You can’t make me do it, dude! I’ve never been able to figure out all that shit. It’s too much paying close attention for me and I never had to do it with you around!” Keith complained.
Esther, having been quiet for the last little bit, finally offered, “What? Do you not remember how to?”
Scrags could feel their smirk directed at him as he sputtered, “Hey— What?! Of course I still know how to! What kind of—I mean—I’m a field agent!”
“Yeah? Prove it then. Pick the lock on Mr. Campbell's back door.” They were goading him. Scrags knew that they were goading him.
“No!” He was putting his foot down, “I’m not doing it and you can’t make me!”
Something shifted at that. The atmosphere in the van became supercharged and Scrags could feel the hairs on his arms rising. Gwen and Keith were holding their breath while the weight of Esther’s stare bore down on him.
Scrags refused to falter. Give Esther an inch and you were wrapped up in a bow before you knew it. So he faced forward and he didn’t say anything, not when he heard the concerning click of a seatbelt becoming undone, not when the sound of them shifting closer to him reached his ears, and not even when they said “Are you sure about that? Last chance to change your mind.”
Maybe he should’ve said something. Maybe that would’ve saved him from his fate. But he didn’t and Esther shrugged, “Suit yourself.”
Suddenly, two hands clawed into his ribs from behind, and his resulting shriek shocked Keith into swerving just slightly before righting them.
“Esther no!” Scrags’ attempt to jolt out of reach was thwarted by the seatbelt locking him in place, trapping him woefully in reach of Esther’s evil grasp. “Plehehehease!”
Of course, his pleading went unheard. “Alright shitheads, here’s the new plan!” They shouted over Scrags’ laughter, “It’s the exact same as the old plan, but I tickle Scrags until he agrees to pull his goddamn weight. Who’s with me?”
His frantic “Nohohoho!” was enthusiastically drowned out by a resounding “Hell yeah!” from Gwen and Keith.
“Sounds good. We’re ready whenever you are, Scrags!” They didn’t bother letting up, kneading at his sides in a way that had him wheezing as he tried to slap their hands away. His attempts to at least double over continued to be thoroughly unsuccessful, much to everyone’s delight.
“Oh this is just perfect!” Gwen said, “Keith, get his knees for us, the fans are definitely gonna want to see that. And do you mind angling your face a little more towards me, Scrags? I want to capture that adorable smile in all its glory!”
Scrags did her one better and whipped around in shock to see a camera pointed at him, the face behind it beaming at him.
He didn’t get a chance to say anything before he heard Keith’s “Yeah okay!” and saw him reaching a hand over out of the corner of his eye.
A bolt of panic struck him moments before the sensation did, shooting up his leg like electricity. “NO! Keheheheheith plehehehease! Shitshitshihihihihit!” Scrags reached out for Keith’s hand, intent on prying it off, but was swiftly thwarted by Esther taking the opportunity to dig into the topmost of his ribs and his arms slammed back down with a screech.
“ESTHER WHY?!” Was all he managed to get out before succumbing to helpless laughter, head thrown back and hair spilling over the seat.
“I had to make sure that you didn’t accidentally fuck with the wheel,” They explained as though they weren’t currently reducing him to near tears, “Keith is still driving, you know.”
Nothing other than half-babbled pleas escape him for a moment because Esther may be right, but that doesn’t mean that Scrags has to be happy about it.
Then, Keith decides to try one of his old “magic tricks” as he used to call them and crack an egg on Scrags’ knee. He used to do it all the time when they were kids because every time without fail, Scrags would lose his shit.
It seems as though nothing’s changed except for the fact that, now, Scrags can’t get away and Keith just keeps fucking going.
Suddenly, he remembers what got him into this situation in the first place and folds like wet paper. “OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY I gihihihihihive! I’ll pick your stuhuhuhupid lock just lemme gohohohoho!”
The hands attacking him vanish in an instant and Scrags is left to catch his breath amidst the cheers, leaning against the door for support despite having been sitting the whole time. Keith pats his leg at the same time Esther ruffles his hair and Scrags jumps before melting into the affection to a few lighthearted coos.
“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Esther quips, then “Hey Gwen, send me that video when you get a chance, okay? I’ll need it for the next time Scrags tries to back out of a patented Solve It Squad plan.”
Scrags’ groan was mostly for show, and wasn’t very convincing either way because of the smile still plastered across his face.
He settled back in his seat, a bit more relaxed than before as he surveyed his team. Keith was humming along to the song playing on the radio, his fingers drumming contentedly as he watched the road. Esther and Gwen were watching what Scrags could only assume was the video Gwen had just taken, laughing and pushing each other playfully.
A long sigh escaped him as he gazed out the window, letting the sun’s warmth wash over him and basking in the comfort that being with his family brought him.
Wow. There really are no other idiots I would rather break the law for.
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dualityvn · 1 year ago
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Regardless of who’s in control of the flesh vessel, I wanna cuddle up on the couch with him, hold his hand in both of mine and trace the creases in his palm. Just to see how either of them would react.
Tenebris snuggle into you and purr. He might get ticklish from the tracing of his palm.
Keith is at risk of falling asleep like that. He's sure to have nice dreams, though.
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aquagirl1978 · 1 year ago
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Fanfiction
Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)
Tempting the Beast (NSFW)
Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)
Marking You as Mine (NSFW)
Adorably Awkward
Want A Bite?
A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)
My Queen
A Crown for Your King (NSFW)
The Tiger Cares
The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)
Pas de Deux
The King's Command
Just a Dream
Just Another Day
Crash Into Me (NSFW)
A Rare Treat
Torment (NSFW)
Stay
Season of Change
The Queen's Command
What a Difference a Year Makes
Kiss From a Rose
She is Mine
Twist of Fate
Read to Me
Happily Ever After
The Morning After (NSFW)
More Than Words
Take My Breath Away (NSFW)
My Yellow Rose
It Was You
No Regrets
Finally (NSFW)
Chasing Fireflies
In Your Eyes
His Human Heart
Fall on Me
A New Day
Sugar and Spice
The Exchange
Run Away With Me
Family
The Little Things
Drabbles
five more minutes
not yet
grief
bathing
fever
scars & souvenirs
white day
marks
Chats
A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)
The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)
Headcanons
What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)
Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)
Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)
Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)
Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)
Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)
Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)
Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)
MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)
Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)
Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)
Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC
Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)
How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)
Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)
Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)
Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)
Chevalier with a Pregnant MC
Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)
Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)
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regularme12 · 3 months ago
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Shiro's on a rampage
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Summary: Shiro's getting one of his moods, and if Keith knows anything for the years he was living with him, He knows to run and hide and fast.
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Oh no. Oh no. nononono. This can NOT be happening. Shiro's finnally gotten one of his ler moods. He never had one since the time he reunited with the specific mullet teen. Only bc of the fact that Shiro was too busy on fighting Galra and too stress on the information about his arm, he didn't have time for that. Till one faithful day.
Keith and Lance both walked past Shiro just getting done tickling Hunk. "Whew, two down..." Shiro got up from his crouched position, slowly turning his head to the scared teens, "...Two to go." And they booked it. As fast as they can.
"YOU GO OVER THERE!! I'LL GO OVER HERE!! IF HE CATCHES YOU I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM!!" Keith motioned to him, even though he wants to not get found, he was yelling awfully loud.
"WHAT?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!! WHY IS HE TICKLING PEOPLE?! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I GET CAUGHT!! KEITHHHH!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! I'M SCARED!!!" Lance latched onto his leg, while Keith was trying to quickly push him off. Then they stopped... They heard an all too familiar voice.
"Shiro..." They said in unison, they looked up at each other and back to the hallway.
"GAH! Lance! Get. Off. And. Scatter." Lance scurriedly got off of him, and ran to one direction while Keith ran to the other.
It was a long chase. Well to Keith it was, but it was more like 5 minutes. He heard a loud scream followed by loud cackly laughter. "Damn, he got caught... that just means... I'm next!!!" He thought to himself, but he was destined to not get caught, because Shiro can be ruthless.
10 minutes went by, but it felt like an eternity. Shiro went to the room where Hunk, Pidge, and Lance was all at after getting ruthlessy tortured. "Do you guys know where Keith's at? It's his turn, and I can't find him at all. He's always been good at hiding."
"No why? I don't know why you're even gonna try to attempt tickling Keith, I don't really think he's ticklish." Pidge said and Hunk agreed with her.
"What makes you think that?" Shiro looked at them, with curiosity plastered on his face.
"Well... Keith's like... emoooo... so he doesn't give off the ticklish vibe." The yellow paladdin explained.
"I don't know guys, he seemed pretty scared, and he was running faster than I ever seen him run before."
"Yeah, Lance is right, I've lived with him most of my life, if I know anything about that kid, I'd know if he was super ticklish, and he is."
"NO WAY!! KEITH'S TICKLISH?!" Pidge shot up, Hink followed right after her.
"YOU GOTTA GO GRAB HIM AND BRING HIM HERE! WE HAVE TO SEE THIS!!!"
"Yh, It'll give me a nother reason to tease him." Lance. Ofcourse it was Lance, he's so snarky and sassy.
"Alr, I'll find him." And Shiro did. Keith was hiding in his lion, so obvious!!!
The red paladin squealed and protested, he was running around inside his lion with Shiro hot on his trails, before being cornered. "Wait, Shiro please! Can we talk about this?!"
"I just don't understand why you don't like me tickling you, it's suppose to be fun...~" Shiro whined, feeling hurt, but that was all an act.
"It WOULD be fun if you know how to acc tickle. But no you don't! It hurts when you do it, not tickle, HURT!!"
Shiro felt hurt by this, "Wow, Keith I didn't think u thought of me like that... You've lived with me so long and haven't told me that till now..." Keith felt sad that he hurt his brother figure.
"Look, I'm sorry alr? I didn't mean to say thAT-" Shiro saw his oppurtinity to pick him up and Throw him over his shoulder. "Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! PUT ME DOWN!! If you're gonna tickle me do it here!! There's no point in switching locations!!"
"Oh there is, everybody else wants to see you getting tickled, so I feel obligated to show them just how ticklish you were."
Keith's heart sunk. He felt his face burning up and the feeling of being embarrassed rushing over him. No way is his brother gonna tickle him infront of EVERYONE!! That's his biggest fear getting tickled. I mean he can do it with just one person alone, but othe people watching him squirm and laugh uncontrollably where everyone else can just watch and tease him about it?! Hell no!! He was not gonna go down with out a fight. He started punching Shiro's back. He couldn't tickle him to let him go bc he was simply not ticklish, so Keith found it unfair. "NO! SHIRO! DON'T YOU DIDN'T TICKLE THEM INFRONT OF ANYBODY!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!!! Come on~ we're friends, more like family, you wouldn't do this to family, right? RIGHT?!"
"Well I find it kinda amussing they didn't know you were ticklish, so I'm gonna show them."
"NO SHIRO!! NOOOO! STOOOPPPP!!!" Shiro went to the room every the paladins were waiting patiently. Shiro through him on the ground and placed himself on his waist.
"Stop! Shiro!! Don't tickle me hereeee!! Everyone's watching." Keith was averting his gaze from everyone else, but it was clear they all had big meanacing smiles on their faces.
Shiro was tryna pull Keith's arm up to tickle his ribs, but he was putting up a fight. Thankfully Shiro's robotic arm made him stronger and lifted his arm up with ease. Keith was using his other free arm to hold Shiro's other free arm, to no avail. "God! Shiro, Knock it off!!!"
"No can do, kid. You know this will not end well..." And there Shiro started scratching the latter's ribs, making him buck his hips and laugh wildly.
"GAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIRO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"
"Wow Keith, I didn't think u were THAT ticklish, let alone ticklish at all. I gotta write this down, for good knowledge." Pidge started scritching in her notebook, from where Keith's most ticklish, to the reactions he causes while getting tickled in said spot.
"Hey, Pidge, Mind letting me in on this too? I kinda need to know the good spots to target." Hunk asked.
"Yh, sure."
"NO! DOHOHOHON'T WRITE THIHIHIS DOWN!! YOU!! YOHOHOJOU FREAKS!!!"
"*Gasp* Keith! Did you j call your teamates freaks?! You know what comes next after being so mean to other people???" Shiro started wrigling his finger fast on the mullet's ribcage, side to side.
"No! Ihihjhi Don't!! Shihihihiro!! It huhuhuhurts...." Keith whined, but went back to his usual laughter after his brother figure targeted his sides.
"Guys? You wanna join in on this?"
"YEAH!!" Pidge and Hunk sat on both of Keith's legs, Pidge kneading his knee, while Hunk squeezed his thigh.
"GAHAHAHAH THIS IS TOHOHOHO MUCHHHH!!!" The red paladin started feeling hot and sweaty, he was coughing his lungs out, and there was no sign of him breathing normally, so the other paladins decided to give him a little break.
"Hey, Lance, you wanna get in on this? I thought u would want to considering he's you enemy..." Shiro looked up at the blue paladin, he knew what was going on. Lance didn't want to tickle Keith in fear that he wouldn't stop even if everyone else did, only bc Keith looked so cute and vulnerable in that position, so he decided to sit out on the sidelines.
"No, sorry Shiro, I'll sit out on this one."
"Suit yourself."
5 minutes break, and they went back to their usual torment.
"Ohohohokay, Ohohohakay!!!! Guhuhuhys, I'm done.... I've hahahahd enough..."
With that, Shiro motioned to thenother two to get off of him, letting Keith lay on the ground all sprodawled out, heaving and panting.
"Damn you, Shiroooo..." He said to himself, wanting to get revenge, but then again, the black paladin was not ticklish.
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ticklishfizzy · 5 months ago
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𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!
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✿.。.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! Another one that wasn't requested, but I don't see nearly enough content with these goobers so I decided to make it. Enjoy!
◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing lmk if there's anything else
✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿
◦•●◉✿ Lance
♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡
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♡ ABSOLUTE MENACE
♡ Main target is Keith because he's a little shit
♡ However if he feels someone needs it there's no changing his mind
♡ Painfully observant
♡ Make a cute noise? He'll point it out. Curl into yourself? He makes it known. Lean towards him instead of away? You poor thing, you are eternally screwed.
♡ Enjoys wrecking his lee but if the lee genuinely wants him to stop he will listen (albeit reluctantly)
♡ Pretty ticklish, I'd say 7/10
♡ Worst spot is his spine, if you run your fingers up his back he is just a puddle of giggles
♡ Will try to talk his way out of being wrecked, even though he most likely pissed his ler off so he would be in that position
♡ It never works, not once.
♡ Purposefully antagonizes the lers of the group to get his shit wrecked
♡ Very loud laugh, he'll snort if you get him good but will deny it immediately after
◦•●◉✿ Keith
♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡
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♡ The only people who can tickle him without getting their shit rocked are Lance and Shiro
♡ I'm serious someone will end up with a black eye and it won't be him if you catch my drift here
♡ He enjoys it, yes, but it takes a lot of trust to get him that vulnerable and he doesn't give out said trust easily
♡ Loves a good chase, along with a bit of wrestling to get him down
♡ He will curse and insult his ler through laughter (all in jest, he knows and his ler knows he enjoys it)
♡ There is no gentle with him, there is you pin him at the very least or you risk getting kicked in the face on accident
♡ He has definitely kicked both Lance and Shiro in the face before and felt so bad afterwards (canon because I said so)
♡ Worst spots are behind his knees, upper ribs and hips
♡ Will melt into giggly purring if his ears are touched
♡ Very giggly laugh, hiccups if you go on for a while, and snorts when his ribs are touched
♡ Not easy to fluster if you don't know how to do it
♡ The normal teasing doesn't work, you need to compliment him incessantly to get him blushing and then all teases are fair game
♡ On the flip side, he doesn't really ler that often, mostly because he's afraid of hurting his lee
♡ If someone asks, he provides, though
♡ Be prepared for a constant need for reassurance that you're okay with what he's doing, he's very very gentle
◦•●◉✿ Shiro
♡ Ler ♡
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♡ The only person he'll really get is Keith, they're like brothers
♡ The main reason he's a ler is because everyone is terrified of trying anything
♡ They hear Keith, they don't want any of that
♡ Despite this, he's actually a very gentle ler
♡ He's a lot like Keith in that he will immediately back off if he hears anything close to stop
♡ Cheer-up tickles are his thing
✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿
✿.。.:* ☆:**:. Let it be known that I have not finished the series, I'm not sure where I am and don't feel like checking but if I hear spoilers you will be SWIFTLY blocked. Like without hesitation. Also I'm aware there's more characters but in all honestly I give no shits about them (that was mean but it's true they don't interest me) and will not be writing about them unless they DRASTICALLY CHANGE in the series. (Pidge is getting into that territory, they're pretty cool.)
•.¸♡ Ribbit! ♡¸.•
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