#ler!tim

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.

“Boss!” cries Tim as he stumbles in, hurrying over to the desk and slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

Jon sighs. “What do you want.”

See what he means? “I’ve been thinking,” Tim announces as he takes his arm back in favour of resting his elbow on the desk, shoving papers aside to make room. “You’re too uptight.”

Jon quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, y’know,” Tim says, “you’re always acting like you’ve got a stick up your ass. And as your best friend,” he ignores Jon’s skeptical look, “I think you should let loose a little!”

Jon turns back to his desk. “Why should I do that?”

“You’ve got a fun side to you, believe it or not,” says Tim, prodding Jon’s chest. “I’ve seen it.”

“I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.”

Ah, so Jon is going to be difficult. That’s alright. Tim’s dealt with him before, after all.

And, see, one of the many things Tim’s learned about him is that it’s actually quite easy to get Jon to open up; in theory, at least, because it only works when Jon is in a good mood—by his standards, of course.

So, at Jon’s refusal, Tim does the only thing that comes to mind: he reaches out and scribbles his fingers on Jon’s stomach.

The reaction is immediate. Jon jerks backwards as he starts to laugh, not having enough preparation to be able to pretend it doesn’t affect him.

“T-ihim!” he gasps, choked out in between uncharacteristic giggles.

Some days the stress is heavier than others.

It’s like she can physically feel it weighing down her shoulders. Her back and head and everything aches, and all she wants is to go home and sleep for as long as she can manage. It’s probably showing on her face, but she ignores the couple of concerned glances cast her way. 

She startles when she feels hands on her shoulders. She knows it’s Tim right away—Jon’s hands are much smaller, and Martin is far too shy to do something like that without warning. 

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage,” Tim declares. Before she can ask why, he continues. “You’re stressed out! I’m helping.” His thumbs dig firm circles into her shoulder blades, and she smiles for the first time that day.

“Thank you,” she says, shutting her laptop and resting her head in her hands. She’s feeling better already, some combination of the massage and Tim’s presence and the knowledge that someone truly, deeply cares. She nearly finds herself drifting off, and while her desk isn’t as comfortable as her bed, she can’t find it in herself to complain even internally.

Her eyes flutter open as Tim’s fingers find the base of her neck. Now, Sasha’s not the most sensitive person, but that’s not to say she doesn’t have a fair amount of spots that make her laugh. Tim, of course, the self-proclaimed Expert Tickler of the archives, knows all about these spots of hers, but most of the time he’s nice enough to not start something with her. Today seems like an exception.

She has enough self control to not jerk away the moment the feeling shoots through her, although she does stiffen and raise her shoulders just a bit. 

“Sorry,” Tim says, the mischievous grin evident in his tone. “Accident.”

Sasha knows for a fact that it wasn’t any accident, but she hopes that if she stays silent about it he’ll give up.

Her hopes are futile. She should have known.

“T-Tihim, this isn’t—m-muhuch of a mahahassage,” she giggles, covering her mouth to stifle herself.

Tim sounds far too gleeful. “Ah, but it’s getting you to relax, no?”

She hates how she can’t argue. She lurches forward when his hands find the backs of her ribs, at the same moment Martin walks in and promptly flushes bright pink.

Without skipping a beat, Tim calls out his preferred type of tea, and then tells him Sasha’s order too, since she’s currently occupied. Martin stammers and fiddles with his hands awkwardly before nodding and walking back to the break room to put the kettle on. 

“I like that boy,” Tim says once he’s gone, over Sasha’s steadily growing laughter. “Wonder if we can manage to get both him and Jon for a night out.” He squeezes her sides, as if to ask her thoughts on the matter. 

Struggling to form clear sentences, she manages, “I thihihink Jon would fihire uhus.”

Tim sighs. “You’re right. Probably.” He crawls back up towards her shoulders and slowly stops tickling her until he’s giving her a regular massage again. 

“That was no help at all,” she tells him after catching her breath.