#ler!alex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brian definitely squeaks and kicks a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed like Alex and Henry's favorite place was in one of their beds, tangled together under the covers. This time, they were in Alex's childhood home, comfortably in bed, legs tangled together like a pretzel, chest to chest, Henry's arms around Alex's shoulders, Alex's arms around Henry's waist. Henry was laying on his back, Alex kinda half laying on top of him, occasionally pressing little kisses to his face.

"Alex, we can't stay here all day, we have things to do." Henry complained lightheartedly, unmoving himself.

"We don't have anything planned until 6pm." Alex replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Still, we should get up. Stop trapping me so I can get out of bed and go shower." Henry huffed, pushing at Alex's shoulders half heartedly. Alex in turn, tightened his legs around Henry's, turned himself to lay more firmly on him, and began slowly wiggling his fingers against his sides.

"Ahahalex! Cohohome ohohon!" He whined, attempting to squirm away, unsuccessfully. His back arched a bit, fists lightly punching his arms, trying to kick his legs out.

"We're staying right here~ Ok~?" Alex asked though it wasn't really a question, pressing his fingers into his lower ribs, rubbing circles into them.

“But, like…what if they hate me?”

“Oh my Thor, Magnus, they aren’t gonna hate you,” Alex groaned, running a hand down his face. His longer hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail, his sweater on to combat the chillier weather of Magnus’s room; he was a boy that day. It responded with the seasons, apparently, showing a cool, comfortable fall for that day.

Magnus was stressing the Helheim out. There were a handful of new Einherjar that had arrived, and a few of them were having a terrible time settling in. Magnus had drawn the short end of the stick and was appointed to show them around and try to get them used to their afterlives. He definitely didn’t feel ready for that.

“You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend,” the blonde pouted, thumping his head on Alex’s shoulder blades. It was a comfy place to rest his head as he imploded.

“No, it’s because I know you, Beantown.” Alex gently grabbed Magnus’s hands, wrapping them around his waist. “You’re cool, brave, know how to use a sword, and have taken down big bad dieties. Translation: super fucking awesome. Those kids’ll commit every word you say to memory.”

Was Alex exaggerating? A bit, yeah, but Magnus needed the confidence. His low self-esteem was really the only thing holding him back from connecting with the new arrivals. It was his job to hype the boy up.

“I guess…but what if they can tell I’m scared of fucking up? You know how sweaty my palms get—”

“That’s it!” Alex snapped; he was done listening to Magnus doubt himself. Yanking the boy’s arms above his head, he flipped around and straddled Magnus’s lap. Then, before he could ask what was happening, he gave his side a firm squeeze.

“HAhahahey! Alex!” Magnus yelped and tugged at his arms, eyes nervously meeting his boyfriend’s. As they’d discovered during a peaceful cuddle, the blonde was decently ticklish. The look on Alex’s face meant he was about to abuse that fact.

“I’m tired of you doubting yourself.” The greenette’s free hand moved to his captive’s stomach, gently wiggling into the sensitive flesh. “You only learn things the hard way, so we're doing this the hard way.”

“I-Ihihi'm nohot trying tohohoho!” Magnus all but whined through his laughter, a blush quickly overtaking his features. Alex loved the way his nose scrunched up as he laughed.

“You're not exactly trying to stop, either,” he scolded, giving the rim of Magnus’s navel a little scratch. The resulting squeak was adorably ear-piercing. “An attempt at optimism could be made, or at least realism.”

“Ihi aham beheheing realistic!” Although he was in no position to fight him, Magnus decided to challenge Alex. “Th-thehere’s a real chahahance thehey’ll hahate me!”

“Okay, I'll humor you. Why would they hate you?” Alex was letting him speak, though the tickling never stopped. The shapeshifter lazily traced swooping lines under and across Magnus's navel as he listened to the bullshit.

“Thehey could nohotihice my scahahars, ahask me quehehestions I cahan't ahahanswer, see hohow nervouhuhus I ahaham…” Magnus squirmed as he spoke, the gentle tickles making his skin crawl. It was still fun, but also maddening.

“Maggie…c’mon, you’ve gotta know that’s overkill.” Alex sighed, gently lowering Magnus’s arms. He took both his boyfriend’s hands into his own, pressing a little kiss to his forehead. “That’s your nasty thoughts talking. These kids are just as lost as you were when you showed up. If anything, they’re gonna be grateful for you.”

“I… I know that, but I can’t stop thinking otherwise.” Magnus took a few deep breaths as he settled back down. The way Alex had gone from playful to sincere made his head spin; he’d never understand how he could turn on a dime like that.

“Hmm.” Alex didn’t seem to like that answer. He knew Magnus’s anxiety couldn’t simply be shut off, but he still didn’t want the blonde to think like that. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Uhm…could you pretend to be one of them? J-just so I can kinda rehearse?” Magnus seemed nervous as he asked, looking from his boyfriend to fidget. Rehearsing conversations generally made him feel more confident in himself, though he couldn’t explain why.

“Yeah, whatever helps. Lemme get into character.” Alex smirked before shapeshifting into a different person; his skin grew darker, his hair thickened and turned pink, and he grew four inches. “There. Instruct me.”

“Uh…wow. Okay.” Magnus blinked, still amazed by Alex’s powers. The way Alex was able to shift into someone else he’d only seen was remarkable. “So…uh, how’ve you been settling in?”

“Pretty terribly, honestly. I don’t know why I’m here, it’s scary, and someone stabbed me a few hours ago. It’s kinda freaky.” Alex got into character almost immediately, making up problems he thought the new arrivals might’ve had.

“Yeah, it is a bit freaky. You’re, uh…” Magnus swallowed, his eyes meeting Alex’s. The shapeshifter nodded encouragingly, so he continued. “You’re here because you died heroically, and because you were in battle while doing so. It’s kinda odd, but you’re in a good place. You get used to the madness eventually.”

“Oh. Cool.” Seeing Magnus get the hang of things, Alex decided to mess around. He stepped closer, grabbing the blonde’s chin. “There’s a couple things I’d like to get used to...”

“Oh my— Alex, that is so weird,” Magnus groaned, pulling away from his boyfriend’s teasing touch.

Alex snorted and shifted back, pressing a little kiss on his cheek. “Aww, you’re blushing. You know you love me~”

“Yeah, I do…” Magnus huffed, pulling Alex in for a proper kiss. “And…thanks for helping me with this. Seriously, you’re amazing.”

“I know, and you’re welcome."

The son of Frey rolled his eyes and tugged Alex down to lie in his room’s grass. He felt lighter than he had that morning, the pressurized sickness in his stomach having disappeared. He was kinda confident in himself for once; it was nice. And it was mostly thanks to Alex being amazing.

“...I love you.”

“Ahahahalex plehehehease.”

“Ohoho, so when I plead with you, it falls upon deaf ears and you keep torturing me, but when you do it, I’m supposed to have sympathy?” He questioned, feigning offense. 

“Yehehehes! And ihihit wahahasn’t tohohorture!” Henry barely managed to giggle out, bucking his hips, trying to get the offending digits off of his sensitive tummy. 

“Good, if that wasn’t torture, then this certainly isn’t. You should be just fine.” Before Henry could even think up a reply, there were already fingers pinching away at his ribs.

“AhahahAHAHLEHEHEX NOHOHO,” Henry pleaded, the laughter only rising as Alex pinched further up.

“Mmm good spot?” Alex murmured out, a smile gracing his face as he took in just how cute his thrashing boyfriend was beneath him.

“NOHOHO!” the prince screamed out, refusing to admit in any way that Alex has an upper hand. 

“Oh, lying to me now, your royal highness? I think that deserves to be punished, doesn’t it?” Henry shook his head, grabbing on to Alex’s wrists, and trying to pry them away from his ribs. Alex relented and took his hands off Henry’s ribs, just to give him a little bit of a breather before continuing. 

“I wonder…” he thought out loud as he reached back and experimentally dug into the muscle on Henry’s thigh. The yelp he was rewarded filled him with absolute joy and a whole new level of menacing he was about to achieve. 

“Nononononono, Alex don’t you daHAHAHARE NOHOHOHO.” Henry was once again thrown into a fit of laughter as Alex started pinching at his thighs now. 

“Hmm? What was that, babe? You want me to keep going? Oh even harder you say? If you insist,” Alex teased, the smile on his face mimicking that on Henry’s. He flipped around, now sitting on Henry’s hips, facing his thighs so he could have better access to his new target.

“One would think that as the First son of the United States, you would be a lot nicer, but no, you’re an absolute menace.”

“And one would think that the Prince of England would be less sensitive, yet here we are.” Henry couldn’t even respond, just lie back as his face reddened and Alex’s hands inched closer and closer to his death spot. 

As soon as Henry felt Alex put his hands down, he sat up and started scribbling along Alex’s sides, hoping to deter him. Alex pinched his arms down against his sides, squealing and falling back.

“Hehehehey nohoho.” The two of them wrestled around on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand of the situation. There was nothing but stray yelps as death spots were attacked, constant giggles from both parties, and clumsy pinching and poking at anything they could reach. By the end of it, they ended up right back in the same position that they started in, with Alex pinning Henry down.

“Now that we’re back where we’re supposed to be,” Alex commented, glaring back at Henry, “I will not be making this mistake again.” He grabbed Henry’s hands and shoved them under his knees, trapping him well. Henry just smirked at him, all too proud of his various shenanigans. He, of course, was promptly knocked off his high horse when Alex began squeezing his thighs and he couldn’t do anything about it, but beg.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO!” Alex just gave a little hum in response as he started lightly tracing his fingers on one thigh while swiftly pinching at the other. Henry kicked his legs out and continued his begging, even though it was pointless. 

“You should really try to quiet down, people might hear you.” Henry’s face darkened another shade of red as he remembered that people outside of just him and Alex existed, and could very well be hearing him being tortured by his boyfriend.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”

“Later, definitely. But I’m having fun with this, right now,” Alex responded, cheeky as ever, not even needing to look back to see Henry’s blush deepening, once again. The two carried on like this for a few minutes longer, only stopping because Henry’s laughter had gone silent. 

Alex carefully climbed off of him, and laid down beside him, kissing his crimson face. 

“You okay?” Henry simply nodded in return, still catching his breath. Alex smiled at the sight beside him. Henry’s eyes still scrunched up with the huge smile adorning his face, his cheeks an absolutely beautiful shade of red. He just looked amazing like this, and Alex never wanted it to end. 

“That was really mean, you know. I didn’t go that hard on you,” Henry accused, grabbing Alex’s hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to show you who’s top dog around here,” Alex replied in the most stereotypical, 80s douchebag voice he could conjure up. Henry just chuckled at him and leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. 

“If I wasn’t exhausted, I would be proving that statement wrong.”

Elliot was sitting at his writing desk, struggling with a storyline. He’s been dealing with some writer's block lately, and has been trying to push through by writing despite it. But this was proving to be a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. Trying to write a chapter without much ideas, was like trying to catch a fish without a piece of bait at the end. It wasn’t impossible, but it’s certainly a challenge. 

To try and get over some of his writer's block, Elliot closed his book and opened up his journal instead. He opened up his book to the most recent page, where he had talked about a little insecurity of his. It was something he never told anyone, let alone talked about out loud. He picked up his pen and continued to write on the partly pre-written page. 

He had moved onto the next page, when a far-away knock had filled his ears for a moment or two. He put down his pen, got up from his desk and walked over to the door. Unsure of who it was, Elliot gently opened it and widened his eyes. “Oh! Greetings, Alex!” He greeted. “Not the person I was expecting.” He admitted. “Oh yeah? Who were you expecting?” Alex asked with a smirk. 

“Uh…” Elliot scratched the back of his head. “Honestly…I was expecting Leah or the new farmer.” He admitted. “Nevertheless, how’s your day been treating you?” He asked. 

“It’s been alright. You?” Alex replied. 

“It’s been comforting.” He lied a little bit. “What brings you here?” 

Alex pointed to the dock with his thumb behind him. “Wanna sit on the dock for a bit?” He asked. 

“Uhhh…” Elliot looked behind himself towards the writing room, and bit his lip. “Well…” He looked back towards Alex. “I’m a little busy trying to write at the moment. Perhaps a little later?” He asked. 

“Oh! You’re writing?!” Alex asked. 

“Y-Yes, but-” 

“I wanna see!” 

Before Elliot could protest, Alex had sprinted through Elliot into his cabin. “WaitWAIT!” Elliot shouted as he ran after him. Alex had sprinted right into Elliot's writing room, eager to see how far he was into his book. He picked up the journal and started reading the first page. 

[Everyone knows one of my favorite birthday gifts is duck feathers. Though I find them very pretty, that is not why I love duck feathers as much as I do.] 

“Wait…” Alex looked at the front of the journal, and widened his eyes. “I didn’t know you journal!” He reacted. 

“Alex!” Elliot complained. 

“Let’s see…” He started reading the journal out loud. “Another reason I like duck feathers so much is because they are very useful to write with.” He read. “Well, that’s obvious…” Alex muttered with a chuckle. “A-Alex…” Elliot muttered, covering his mouth and cheeks with his right hand. 

“They are also quite soft to the touch. Just the delicate graze of my fingers across the feather is enough to make me…giggle…” Alex blinked. “Huh?” He tilted his head slightly as he read the phrase out loud again. “Delicate graze of my fingers…across the feather…” Alex looked up. “Makes you giggle? Why?” Alex asked next. 

Elliot’s face was bright red by this point. It didn’t take much effort to darken his ginger face. He couldn’t tell why exactly he was blushing…was it because Alex had read his secret out loud? Or was it because Alex didn’t understand what he secretly meant? He had no idea, and he didn’t really wanna take the time to find out which was worse. 

“Oh wait…” Alex muttered before continuing to read. “My fingers are a little sensitive…It doesn’t take many flutters to leave me sheepish and giggly.” Alex looked up, surprised to be reading such unusual information. “Wait, when you say sensitive…you mean ticklish, right?” Alex clarified. 

“U-Uh…U-Ummm-” Elliot sighed and covered his face. Though this helped cover up the true color of his face, it didn’t exactly stop Alex from reading more of the journal. 

“Though I do have a favorite…” Alex’s voice slowly trailed off as he kept reading the journal. Alex’s lips slowly formed into his signature smirk the more he read it. The truth was becoming clear to him, and he appeared to be absolutely loving it!

Elliot sat himself onto his piano bench. It was the closest seat he could find before he fell to the ground from pure humiliation. The truth was, Elliot wanted to crawl into a little ball and die. He could not be more mortified…Of all the people to find out the truth…Why did it have to be Alex?! Why couldn’t it have been Leah?! Or the new farmer?! He doesn’t even know Alex all that well. Yes, they somewhat grew up together…but they still didn’t really know each other. Not like Leah does, anyway. And knowing Alex, he may end up blabbing to everyone about his little secret! OH HEAVEN HELP ME! 

Elliot’s anxious thoughts were quickly cut short by a shocked squeal of his own. He had felt something delicately soft, and unbelievably familiar against his neck. Elliot didn’t even need to look at the perpetrator and their weapon of choice. He knew EXACTLY what was tickling his neck, and who was using it against him. 

But all of Elliot’s duck feathers were hidden in a narrow box in his room! So only one question remained: Where did Alex get THIS duck feather from?! 

“Well, will you look at that…” Alex muttered, smirking as he fluttered the feather against his back neck where the spine was. 

Elliot squeaked rather childishly as he brought his shoulders up to try and cover up his neck. “eeEEHEEHEEP!” Elliot shrieked. 

“So the journal WAS right! You ARE ticklish on your neck!” Alex reacted with a laugh. 

“ALEXWAhahait!” Elliot laughed and protested. 

Alex chuckled. “It’s a good thing I brought this duck feather with me, huh?” Alex teased. 

Realizing his neck-covering tactic clearly wasn’t working, Elliot reached his hand behind him to get the feather away from his neck. “P-Plehehease dohon’t!” He reacted. “Ihit’s ehembarassihihihing!” Elliot tried to tell him. 

“If it’s so embarrassing, then why would you write it down on paper for the world to read?!” Alex asked as he moved the feather to the left side of Elliot’s neck. “This whole thing was all on you.” 

“Beeheecause it’s aha secrehehet!” Elliot argued, trying to curl his neck and shoulders to cover it up. “Yohohou rehehead my stuhuhuhuff!” 

“Well, you should’ve put away the journal diary before answering the door!” Alex responded with a chuckle. “Besides…” He fluttered the feather on the now-exposed right side of his neck. “Why would you keep a cute little thing like this a secret?” Alex asked. 

Elliot squealed and struggled to cover up the ticklish spot. “Ihihihit’s nohohot cuhute!” Elliot argued. 

“What are you talking about?! This is cute as hell!” Alex replied rather excitedly. 

“Ihihit’s nohohot!” Elliot kept arguing. 

“If there’s someone in this town that wouldn’t think this is cute, then I’d like to meet them and make them get their eyes checked.” He told him. “Cause THIS…” He fluttered the feather against the left side of his lower neck. 

“DOHOHON’T!” Elliot squeaked and tried to push his hand away. 

“-is gonna get you all the ladies.” Alex finished his tease. 

“Nohohot thehere!” He reacted, laying himself down onto the closed piano. 

“Okay, okay. Then what about here?” Elliot snuck the dainty green feather right under Elliot’s chin. “How about-” 

“eeEEEK!” Elliot squeaked, followed by a big snort. Realizing what he had done, Elliot immediately covered his mouth. 

Alex had moved his feather away and widened his smile the moment he heard it. “Oh my god!” He bursted out laughing almost immediately. “What a reaction!” He placed the feather against his chin again, and twirled it instead. 

“eeEEEHEEHEEK! *snort* DOHON’TPLEHEHEASE!” Elliot shrieked and laughed. 

“Dude, this is hilarious!” Alex fluttered the feather against his lower neck again. “I have never seen you act like this before!” Alex reacted. 

“NONOHOHOHAHAHA!” Elliot started cackling. Even the slightest flutter was enough to drive him crazy! 

“Do it again! Do the snort!” Alex encouraged before fluttering the feather under his chin again. 

“GAHAHAHA! PLEHEhehease stohohohop! Ihihi- IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!” Elliot pleaded. 

“Damn dude! I’m barely doing anything!” Alex was shocked. “Are you really this ticklish?!” 

Elliot was too busy squealing and giggling to properly give him a reply. 

After a couple more minutes, Alex finally decided to give the man a rest. He brought the feather away from the long-haired writer, and focused on twirling it. “That was surprisingly fun!” Alex told him. 

Elliot hunched himself over on the piano stool, and scratched his chin and neck vigorously to make the phantom tickles go away. “Yohou…” He pointed to Alex with his pointer finger. “You are an absolute menace.” Elliot muttered. 

Hearing Elliot’s claim, Alex decided to confirm it by fluttering the end of the feather very delicately against Elliot’s pointing finger. 

“a-Ack?!” Elliot jumped, retracting his finger in milliseconds. 

“Can’t keep pointing fingers at me if I’m tickling them, right?” Alex teased. 

Elliot widened his eyes slightly, before sighing and giving up. He hated to admit it, but…Alex was somewhat correct. He literally can’t point fingers at him, because that would mean exposing yet another one of his ticklish spots to Alex…And Elliot was already quite sheepish to start. 

“So…” Alex pointed the feather to him. “I originally came out to give this to you.” Alex admitted, holding it out for him. “But considering how things went, I’m glad I waited.” Alex added. 

Elliot blinked and smiled a bit, taking the feather. “Th-Thank you.” He said softly. “I appreciate the gesture.” 

Alex smiled a bit. “And…does anyone else know about…” Alex pointed to the journal, before pointing to the feather. 

Elliot shook his head. “No. Not even Leah knows the truth.” He admitted. 

“Hm…Well, I think you should tell her.” Alex told him. 

Elliot looked a little surprised. “Tell Leah?” He looked away. “But…Why?” He asked. 

“Cause she’s your closest friend. So I think it’s safe to assume you can trust her.” Alex explained. 

“Mm hmm…And you?” Elliot asked. 

Alex tilted his head. “Me?” 

Elliot bit his lip. “Can I trust you to keep it a secret?” He asked him. 

“If that’s what you want, then sure!” Alex replied. 

Elliot let out a small breath of relief. 

“But only if I get to subtly tease you about it in front of Leah.” Alex declared next. 

Elliot rolled his eyes with a sigh, but nodded his head. “Very well.”

“Yes!” Alex cheered. “Listen, you’re not a very sportsy guy…But honestly…” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “You’re still pretty cool.” He told him. 

Elliot smiled and looked down, taking the compliment as best he could. “And I suppose you’re pretty good-natured yourself.” Elliot replied. 

“‘Good-natured’? That’s the best you can come up with?!” Alex retorted with a laugh. 

Elliot sighed. “I don’t understand some of the ‘cool’ words you use.” Elliot explained. “Look: I’ll forgive your terrible response if you hang out with me at the dock. Deal?” Alex offered. 

Elliot chuckled a little bit and shook his head with a smile. “Very well.” He got up from the piano stool and started to walk towards the door. 

Alex was about to follow him…But seeing that Elliot had forgotten his duck feather, Alex had picked it up and fluttered it against the left side of his neck again. “Forgot something, nerd?” Alex teased. 

Elliot squeaked and slid a few steps away from the feather. “NahAHA! Alex!” Elliot reacted. 

“You gotta stop leaving your feathers out in the open. Someone – me – Just might use it against you.” Alex told him. 

Elliot poked his side a few times in retaliation. “Don’t act so innocent.” He warned before opening the door to exit his cabin.