#ler!andrew

GENERAL

- He has a cleft lip which he's been pretty self-conscious of. He's had a couple surgeries to fix it, but he doesn't have the money to keep having surgeries. He usually wears a mask if he's not around someone he trusts.

- Insomniac. He always had trouble sleeping but it got worse when he lived with Ivan and with his desire to make good games, it drove him to constantly stay up and push himself to the brink of exhaustion. Before their relationship soured, Ivan would often put a blanket over him when he inevitably passed out at his desk.

- He is a jack of all trades. He knows how to cook, clean and overall live by himself. He's also well versed in taking care of plants and animals from his childhood, and from his garden. Most of the time, though, he gets lost in making his video games that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself. It's a bad habit.

- As much as he makes video games, he often doesn't play them as much as he should. He finds more joy in creating his own stories, though he doesn't back down from playing a good story game every once in a while. His favorite genre is RPG with dark fantasy elements.

- Didn't know where to put this considering this could be taken either way, but honestly, if either in a ler or lee mood, sometimes he'll write tickle scenes into his story-based games just to relieve himself of it. I'd also headcanon him to be somewhat aware of the community online, but is way too shy to actually say anything about it.

- Lee-leaning switch.

LER

- There's very few times where Andrew would actually tickle someone. It's not that he won't, he just doesn't have the time nor the friends to do so.

- The only person he'd ever feel confident to tickle is Ivan and even that is a slippery slope for him. He's not uncomfortable with the thought of doing so, he just has complex feelings considering he isn't around people a lot and it's Ivan. He has tickled his other friends before when he was a kid, but obviously not anymore. He's too dedicated to making games, and he shuts himself in his room when most of the time so socializing and physical touch is a very... touchy subject. No pun intended.

- When he does tickle Ivan, considering he's the only person he really talks to nowadays, its never too rough. He's already self-conscious about doing it in the first place, he wouldn't want to overwhelm his friend. He does think that Ivan's smile is really cute, though, and will sneak little pokes or waist grabs just to see it. He tries to hide that fact from Ivan but he isn't exactly too sure if his friend knows exactly what's going through his head.

- He doesn't really tease; moreso, he just points out little details. "You know, you look adorable with a smile," "do you know that you have dimples?", or riskier things like "gosh, can I make you laugh more often?" under his breath. He'll get embarrassed if you ask him about what he was saying and blush profusely. If he's annoyed though, expect constant teases.

-  His hands and fingertips are really soft. He prides himself in taking care of his hands a lot more than the rest of him considering he is constantly on his computer and typing. Sometimes he even lets his nails grow out. It doesn't get in the way of him coding and making his games AND it drives Ivan absolutely crazy. Win/win.

- Just because Andrew doesn't tickle people often doesn't mean he can't be mean about it. He would often tickle Ivan to get him to shut up about writing in his games. Of course, it never stopped him completely, but it definitely kept him quiet for a while. It was also a bit of a distraction for him considering his shut-in tendencies. Despite how annoying the consistent pleading is, he is thankful for the slight break it provides.

- He's not too strong so he doesn't pin down Ivan, but he will often grab his hands if he tries to fight back too much. Restraining people just isn't something he does, he doesn't like it personally, but he's been hit a little too hard on accident by Ivan one too many times, so he does it mainly for his safety.

- Aftercare with him is subtle but sweet. He's more likely to get back to work more often than not, but he does make sure the person he tickled is okay. He offers comfort and other things like drinks or food before he goes back into his shell and doesn't come out for hours.

LEE

- Andrew is surprisingly super ticklish.

- When he was younger, he surprisingly wasn't tickled a whole lot. Sure, a few pokes were given and maybe a squeeze if the situation was playful enough, but no one ever had actually tickled him. Maybe it was because he didn't have too many friends that were hands-on with him, or maybe they all had just assumed that he wasn't ticklish at all. The closest anyone had come close to finding out is when he let out a squeak when someone brushed his ribs accidentally and he somehow managed to play it off as if he was just startled. Even he's surprised that worked. When he got older, made friends with Ivan and started living with him, it was a little harder to keep it under wraps. Ivan had once jabbed him in the ribs to get his attention once and knew from the moment that he squeaked that he had found something interesting and Andrew couldn't hide it this time.

- The only person to tickle him is Ivan, though he does sometimes wish that he had more friends that were willing to tickle him. He likes the feeling of it though he'd never admit it out loud.

- His main ticklish spots are his stomach, ribs, his inner thighs and right below his ankles. His neck is also ticklish but its off-limits due to how close to his face it is and that makes him uncomfortable.

- Despite having such a low, rumbling voice, his laugh is anything but. Normally its soft and wavy but when he gets tickled, you can throw all of that out the window. The minute he feels hands on his stomach, he's already tittering and squeaking to high heavens. Ivan finds great amusement in this though and even compares him to a schoolgirl. Andrew is so embarrassed by it but can't bring himself to necessarily hate it.

- He does snort but only if you tickle around his ankles. He gets super embarrassed because of it.

- Andrew will absolutely fight back. He doesn't want to cause he knows he could accidentally hurt someone, but he can't control himself when being tickled. He just squirms so much. He has smacked Ivan a couple of times, and Ivan has just tickled him harder because of it. There is a point where he stops fighting back, though it's rare to see. Ivan knows just the spots to target to get him to that point.

- Teases absolutely destroy him. It doesn't matter if it's the cleverest thing on the planet or just simple teases. He will ALWAYS turn a bright red when put on the spotlight like that, he cannot physically help it.

- Aftercare with him is simple. He would prefer if he got some food, drinks and some cuddles afterwards but he's really not picky. He, most of the time, feels really sleepy after sessions like that so he probably takes a nap afterwards. (He's never out for long though due to his insomnia.)

"Ahanother one!" You hit that nerve just now. His eyes met yours once again, his laughter stopped immediately and he went quiet. A smirk drawing his lips.

"Shall we take a look on how many laughters you have, huh?" He slowly got up and approached you. The butterflies in your stomach started to grow and a nervous smile was shown as you hopped down the chair, backing up.

"Seconds ago you were so tough, now you're all nervous, bubs?" His arms crossed above his chest. You couldn't tell what he was going to do, but you were afraid. He sometimes has ideas you don't like most of the time..

"What.. what are you going to do, giggles?" Wrong nickname, wrong time.

"Don't blame it on me now." He said and sprinted towards your body, grabbing your arms and bringing them behind your back with a quick move. You didn't expect him to grab you like that and you are now more uncertain than before.

"Andrew? What the f-"

"Ah ah ah.. watch your potty mouth, will ya?” His voice is calmly, “I’m not going to hurt you.. well- maybe your stomach will hurt from laughing!” You felt a sudden touch at your sides, his fingers scribbling on your skin, making you giggle in surprise.

“Now look at that, someone’s ticklish!” He held you closer to your chest and moved his hand over your stomach to your other side, your giggles increasing the moment your tummy was being touched. This, obviously, didn’t get past Andrew and he noticed the change of giggles, so he went back to your tummy, softly wiggling his fingers.

“Ahandrew! Stahap thahat!” Desperately you tried escaping his form grip, wiggling and kicking every part of your body.

“But there are at least 20 laughters left I need to find!” He stopped for a quick second, moving the both of you towards a tent where the both of you often sit during breaks. It had a table full of snacks and drinks, it looks comfy and had a gray soft couch standing in the corner of the tent. He managed to lay you down on the carpet in front of the couch, pining your arms next to your sides with his knees.

“That’s not fair!” You protested, smiling like an idiot while you secretly enjoyed this playful side of him.

“Rather this than having your hands slapping my face.” He teasingly wiggled his fingers above your tummy which you sucked in, closing your eyes nervously. A few giggles echoing through the tent.

“Air ticklish?”

“Shuhut uhup..”

“You really got some potty mouth today!” He moved his hands down and started to scribble all over your tummy, with a shriek you fell again into adorable giggles. Your legs wiggling behind his body, stamping onto the ground.

He soon got bored of scribbling over your tummy, he needs to find more giggles and laughters of you, so he went to squeezing your sides up and down as best as he can since your arms were pressed against them. As he hoped, you started laughing more loudly. Watching you laughing so freely with this wide smile on your face made him happy in a way he can’t describe.

“AHANDREW! I-I’M SOHORREEEE!” Your knees hit his back as you brought them up. This was torture, mostly the fact that you can’t defend yourself with your arms.

“Glad you are, I’m still not finished yet though.” He switched spots again, drilling his thumbs into your hipbones. You never thought that you are this ticklish and that your hips are one of your most sensitive spots until this moment. You squealed and fell into deep belly laughter, no strength to wiggle or squirm in any way. You had to take the tickling you went through right now, you weren’t even able to protest with any words, you just laughed it off.

“That’s a new one!” He mocked your words with a wide grin, not stopping taking advantage of your tickle spot. You, in the meanwhile, lost it completely now. Your laughter started to go silent, he started to giggle himself now and stopped his attack.

“For the record: I heard 4 different giggles today, need around 20 more.” He got off of you and helped you up on your feet, smiling sweetly at you.

“I’m sorry if I took it too far.”

Right now, you read a book in the king sized bed, you were deeply caught in its words while your husband, well, he was deeply lost in you.

“Put that book down.” He commanded in a yet adorable way. Your eyes rolled to the corner of its socket, looking at Andrew with a grin.

“Why would I?” You asked, moving your eyes back to the book.

“This book gets more attention than I got in 3 weeks!”

“You weren’t there for over 3 weeks!” You snapped back, smiling wide at his attention seeking.

He growled, shooting his shot by pulling you close to him, starting plant kisses all over your face. His eyelashes fluttered against your skin, making you giggle in annoyance.

scared that just a little scratch ruins this masterpiece, you pushed your book aside right after you closed it. When this man is onto something you barely can stop him.

“Can I get attention now?” He mumbled into the skin on your neck whereupon you slightly flinched. This tickled more than you thought it would.

“Youhu get a lot attention already!” Your hands grabbed the man’s shoulders, pressing your nails in as you tried pushing him away but - nothing could stop him.

Again, he continued kissing your skin in the most ticklish way possible, convincing you into giving him what he wants. You giggled, scrunching your nose at the ticklish sensation.

“Ahandrew Gaharfield!” His head shot up to meet your eyes. While his sparkled in playfulness, yours rather had a mean shine, you were ready to fight him.

"Well.. I think his accent is hilarious. Nothing against the British accent! But I love mocking his accent." A grin was planted on your lips, you know there will be people out there hating you for saying this. But you did not care about this that much.

"I've read a lot about the fact that he was a born American, but honestly- you can't tell me this man is American, he's clearly British."

Andrew watched this interview in amusement, grinning like a child at the screen of his mobile. You, in the meanwhile, sat across him on your set chair, reading your upcoming lines. You completely forgot about this interview, you didn't even think about it that Andrew could watch it. It's out on the internet, but you never thought he actually would watch it.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." His voice spoke up out of the silence, making you flinch at the sudden sound. Your eyebrows forming a confused look on your face. What was he talking about?

"Is this.. is this a line? Are we practicing?" Your eyes scanned the text, searching the words that escaped his mouth seconds ago.

"What- no." His facial expressions showing off a just as confused look now, cackling while leaning over a bit.

"Then why would you disappoint me?" A smile spreading on your lips while some soft giggles flew over them. Just when Andrew caught back his air, calming down from his laughing, he sat up straight again, looking at the screen of his phone.

"Well.." he cleared his throat more than dramatically, "that I'm American." He put on an American accent, but this made it just more hilarious for you.

"Oh my god.." you rubbed the bridge of your nose and chuckled softly, "Andrew."

"That's what people call me." He responded, grinning.

"You're clearly British, you can't change my mind on that." Your finger was pointed at the man sitting in front of you, replying his grin with one of your own.

"Are you challenging me right now?"

"Depends if you take this as one." You folded your arms above your chest, the script now resting on your thighs. If this was a good idea, to challenge Andrew Garfield, that's something you'll get to know later on.

~~~~~~~~~

The day was coming to an end and you were in your trailer, reading the lines for the scenes that are scheduled for tomorrow. You loved working on this movie, especially with Andrew. You mumbled your lines out, just for yourself, to remember them better, when a sudden knock on your door interrupted your session. Your eyes met the door which opened a bit, a head peeking through the little gap.

"Can I come in?" You closed the book, smiling softly at him while nodding your head.

"Yeah, i was just reading the script. I got some time for you."

He stepped in and closed the door behind him, making his way over to the couch you were sitting on.

"I wonder why you always sit in this boring trailer after the day, you could be sitting in your hotel room." He took a seat next to you.

"Call my trailer boring one more time, I dare you."

"You said that to mine and we have the exact same trailer." He argued, smiling with some of an attitude in his expression.

"Yeah but, it's yours, mine is definitely not boring."

He shook his head slightly, smiling to himself as he did. He knew you already that good to say that you love picking on him. Whether it's his accent or just him. It became a daily thing of you and he already knows how to get along with it.

"So, about the accent thing earlier-"

"I'm not even interested to talk about it." He cut you off, "just get off with the fact that I'm American"

You bit the inside of your cheek, cradling your hands into each other while looking at them.

"But I don't want to." Now you clearly challenged him. He hasn't told you yet what a mistake you'd done, he wanted to surprise you, to catch you off guard with his next move. He was hoping this would work, it always worked. A grin slowly build up on his lips while he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Oh? But what about..." he spoke soft and slowly, "I make you!" He eventually exclaimed, his hands flying out in front of him, approaching your body with a quick move. He launched his hands into your sides and knead into them, with a shriek you started to giggle in surprise.

"What a surprise." He grinned, "are you a bit ticklish huh?" You wiggled away from him and just when you thought you could escape him, his hands pulled your body back at your ankles.

"Jesus Christ.. never met someone as ticklish as you!" He placed his hands on your sides once again, "and I met a lot of people." With a wink he started to squeeze your sides again while your cheeks started to flush brightly red at his teasing. You felt every single finger of his sending fire through your nerves, making this situation much worse than it's already been.

"Ahahandrew!"

"Glad you still remember my name after all these weeks." His hands scribbled their way to the middle of your tummy whereupon you arched your back into the leather of the couch, desperately trying to escape his scribbling fingers. It didn’t surprise you that his hand followed the direction your body went, whether you squirmed from side to side or sucked your tummy in, he always was touching your skin in a way.

“I will stop if you accept that I’m not British.”

“Buhuhut youhur ahaccent!” He sighed at your comment, still smiling at how much you were actually enjoying this.

“So it’s my accent that’s convincing you?” He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, his fingers stopped dancing on your body, “will my American accent change your mind or will the tickle monster do?” He spoke with an American accent, making you giggle softly while your cheeks heated up once again. Only the word ‘tickle’ sends butterflies into your stomach.

“You live in the UK!” The way he grinned at you, sucking the inside of his cheek, not even saying a single word. This made you realize how screwed you are now.

“Good, that there are a lot more spots I haven’t tested out yet!” Your eyes widened, your protests didn’t have a chance to leave your mouth and his hands mercilessly squeezed your hips, sending you into hysterics. This spot was one of your sensitive ones, you already forgot about it but he made you remember it. Your hips buckle up as a squeal escaped your lungs, making him wheeze.

“Thihis is awesome!” Excitement build up in his voice, “found the spot right away!”

“MYHY GAHAHAWD STAHAP!” You begged, trashing around on the couch as best as you could to get his tormenting hands off.

“Say I’m American.” He had no mercy.

“NEHEVER!”

“Just say it! You want me to stop, so say it.” He wasn’t letting you go without you saying what he wants you to. So you shouted out the words he wanted to hear:

“YOHURE AHA- AHAMERIHICAN!”

“There we go!” He stopped. You said it. You said that he was American. If you ever going to mean it like you pretended, probably not. But at least the agony has stopped!

“Glad I was able to change your mind.” With a sweet smile he looked at you, “I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow again?” You rolled your eyes at him, rubbing off the tickly feeling on your body which was left over from his attack.

“Yeah..” you mumbled out.

"Good morning, troublemaker." Andrew, motivated as always, entered the set which was calmly quiet just a few seconds ago. Still, you couldn't hold back the smile which appeared on your lips, followed by your eyes rolling at his nickname for you.

"First of all, you're more of a troublemaker than I am, second of all, it's noon, Andrew." You snapped, your eyes darting back down to the screen of your device.

"I woke up around half an hour ago, so technically it's morning, innit?"

"Whatever."

Not only you became more frankly about your feelings such as in sadness, your cheekiness shines in its glamour ever since then. Of course, this wasn't something Andrew let undiscovered. On one hand, he was happy what he achieved by gaining your trust, on the other hand, sometimes he just wants to tape your mouth shut. However, he enjoyed seeing you in your usual being, more than you thought he would.

"I have a question, Andrew." You shut your phone off, resting it on your thigh when the coldness from the screen took over on your skin within seconds. You looked up at him, meeting not his eyes, but his side profile. He was kneeling down, making a loop in his shoelaces.

"And I have an answer, y/n." A grin formed on your lips.

"Do you like lasagna?" The smile, which was now planted on his lips, came as quick as the mumbled "shut up" from him.

"I was just asking! No need to be offended by this, grumpy." He pulled at the end of the shoelaces to tighten the loops and turned his face to you, his arm rested on his knee as he still was kneeling down. He had this look on his face, kind of a I-hate-you-look, his tongue licking his lower lip while a grin was spread on them. His left brow furrowed, like he couldn't believe the attitude you just put on.

"I understand the reference, and I don't appreciate it." Your lips were pressed together, holding in the giggles which bubbled up as an reaction to his dramatic comment.

"God you're one cheeky women.." he sighed, shaking his head with a smile, getting up on both of his feet again. Yes, you are, thanks to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day slowly got closer to the end, with the sun about to set, Andrew and you got ready for the last scene on today's schedule. Like everyday, it has been an exhausting day and the last scene always hits the most since almost every energy was being squeezed out of your bodies. You, however, felt different today. Maybe it was the coffee you'd drunken right before this scene, but maybe it was just because you feel a lot more energetic today.

"And.. cut! That was perfect." The director's shout, "see you both tomorrow!" He waved Andrew and you off, but instead of leaving to get out of the costume and take off your make up, Andrew chose to just lay down on the ground. Right there. Still on set.

With your hands on your hips, you looked down at the exhausted body of your co-star, starting to grin when suddenly an idea came straight into your mind.

"Hey Andrew..." you sang, kneeling down to the man's side, "I heard, if cats let you rub their tummy, they trust you..."

"What you mean?" He was clearly confused by your words, but you're about to change his confusion into realisation.

Your hands made their way to his tummy, scratching and scribbling over the fabric of his shirt. The sudden touch, which made him jolt, also brought up his knees to his chest, rolling away from the tingling feeling.

"Gahahawd!" He said through chuckles, managing somehow to get rid of your wiggling hands. You gasped.

"You don't trust me?!" Your voice went some octaves higher, grinning playfully. You're truly enjoying comparing him with Garfield the cat.

He growled and got up, slowly but menacingly, giving you a look that made your heart skip a beat.

"Wanna know something cats can do?" He smirked, "chase a tiny winy mouse."

Your eyes widened, your grin disappeared and turned into a nervous smile. This was your cue to run, and so you did, like your life depends on it.

With Andrew hot on your heels, you giggled nervously, looking back over your shoulder now and then to check how much of a jump ahead you were. He was chasing you down the whole set, even though he was pretty exhausted not a bit ago.

"Leheave me ahalone!" You stopped at the tent you always go in for a break, you decided to use the table, where all the food was usually placed on, as a barrier between Andrew and you. When he entered the tent, the only thing you were able to hear was the panting from the both of you.

"Think you.." he took a deep breath, "think you could get away that easily?" He placed his hands on the table, being on the opposite of you, you weren't as scared of him anymore since the wood was there, giving you a little protection.

"Actually.. yeah. Yeah I did." Andrew sucked the inside of his cheek, letting out a soft chuckle before narrowing his eyes at you. He suddenly flinched to the left, making you do the same, thinking he's going for another round of pursuit. Not loosing the eye contact to you, he now flinched to his right, you copying his movement again.

"Oh c'mon" you rolled your eyes, "what is this? I know Garfield's much better in chasing- SHIT." This time, he didn't trick you when he flinched to the left again. He ran around the table and grabbed your arm, frantic yet carefully pulling you back towards his chest.

"Now what a potty mouth you have." His arm wrapped around your stomach, he lifted you off the ground, swinging you from side to side while he left the tent heading to his trailer.

"Do you know this sweet, annoying grey cat Nermal?" He asked, already knowing the answer, "you do give off these vibes."

"Oh shut up, will ya. This was just luck, you would have never gotten me." You growled, folding your arms.

"You're just pointing my prove, bubs." When he opened the door of his trailer, he immediately stepped towards the couch, throwing you on the leather and taking a seat next to your thighs.

"And why exactly did you bring me here?" you sassed, making him smile.

"Now what an attitude!" He quipped, turning his upper body to you, "to test out if you trust me, Nermal." Your eyebrow shot up in confusion, it took you a bit until you realized what he meant by that, but before you even could say anything, he had launched his hands into your tummy, making you shriek. He chuckled at your reaction, sticking out his tongue just a bit, but already enough to tell that he enjoyed this already.

You arched your back into the leather couch, frantically grabbing his wrists as an attempt to pull them off of your sensitive tummy, but as weak as you were, you couldn't do it. You laid there, giggling your heart out as Andrew watched you endearingly.

"Not so tough anymore now, are we?" His hands switched to your sides, kneading his fingers into the flesh and making you trash next to him. Rolling from your left side to your right, but for some reasons you weren't able to get rid of him.

"SHUHUT IHIT!"

"Wow.." he played offended, "you really are asking for it today, huh?" He shook his head slightly, slowing down his attack on you. As your giggles decreased into a softer and sweeter sound, he had to smile at you, letting out a giggle himself.

"GOSH you're adorable!" He boomed whereupon you let out a whine throughout your giggles, covering your face as you felt your cheeks heat up. Andrew tilted his head at you, he knew you were flustered and that you were covering your face because of that exact reason. So scribbling his nails along the sides of your ribs was the most obvious thing he could do to get your hands back down.

"You seem quite a bit amused. What a shame you're not telling me what's so funny!" He was right. Your hands slammed down to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your ribs. Unfortunately for you, he immediately found a new spot to attack. His thumbs found their way to your hipbones, drilling next to it whilst his other eight fingers merciless scratched at your sides.

"AHANDREW!"

"I'm right here, you don't have to shout my name." He joked with a chuckle. You screeched and grabbed his wrists, pushing at them once again. Your back arched, your legs wiggled, making your feet stomp onto the couch as a protest. This wasn't something you specifically hate, but also not something you absolutely loved. Especially not while you were being tortured like that!

"Are you done being a sassy girl, bub?"

"YE-YEHES!" Your shirt started to slightly rise up, exposing your bare tummy. Andrew, of course, noticed how your tummy was smiling at him like he did.

"Are you sure? Because I am not entirely sure.." his drilling and scratching stopped slowly, just as your loud giggles did. They slowly decreased and gave you an opportunity to start catching some oxygen again. In the meanwhile, Andrew had bend down to your skin, ready to blow a massive raspberry as the grande finale.

"Yehes.. yehes I aham SUHUHURE! EEEK!" When he planted the raspberry, a scream followed by belly laughter flew out of the deepest corner of your lungs. Andrew couldn't do other but start chuckling at your reaction, this was the best way to end a shooting day for him.

"I just couldn't resist!" He sat up, pulling down your shirt again as he rubbed your tummy to get rid off the ghost tickles which were left on your skin.

"If you don't sleep good tonight, I don't know what else could possibly make you more tired than that." He stopped the rubbing and looked at you, "now, I suggest we both better go change into something more comfortable and get rid of these clothes.." he pulled at the shirt he wore throughout the day, his costume.

"Yeah, you look hilarious and terrible in it anyway." His head moved to you quick.

"Why didn't you ask for another round?" Your eyes widened and you jumped off the couch, smiling and giggling nervously.

„I'm sorry, I'm done messing with you!" You walked to the door and opened it, turning to him one last time.

"Thank you, Andrew. Have a good night." Your smile softly, citing the tone of your voice as you spoke.