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[wirsdi]

You never thought being a symbiote host would come with a science project. Yet here you were, sprawled on the couch with a book in your hands, trying to hold still while Venom’s black tendrils teased around your ribs and sides. You were caught somewhere between giggles and pleas as the gooey tendrils danced expertly, searching, probing.

“Why do humans laugh?” Venom’s voice rumbled deep and low inside your head, a hint of fascination threading through the growl. “Explain this… reaction.”

You squirmed, laughter bubbling over despite yourself. “I-I don’t know! It’s just… reflex. It’s ticklish!”

Venom paused, the tendrils freezing mid-wriggle. “Ticklish? Define this sensation.”

You exhaled, breathless. “It’s a.. funny, sensitive feeling. Like… when something touches your skin in a way that makes you laugh but you also kinda want it to stop.”

A moment of silence. Then: “Fascinating.”

Venom’s dark mass pooled around your sides, gently yet persistently tracing invisible lines, barely vibrating to make your nerve endings tingle. You tried to keep your composure but failed, bursts of laughter escaping before you could catch them.

“Subject is showing signs of anticipation. Increased heart rate,” Venom mused, voice a mix of amusement and scientific curiosity. “Observation: laughter is involuntary, yet desired by host.”

You blinked, cheeks flushed. “I do like laughing, but you’re killing me with these!”

Venom’s tendrils snaked up to your ribs, curling and flicking. “This is… data. Crucial data. Hypothesis: laughter strengthens bond between host and symbiote.”

You bit your index finger with a smile, “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckled, a deep, vibrating sound that made you shiver. Then - unexpectedly - Venom shifted, wrapping a warm, gooey limb around your waist and pulling you close.

“You are my favorite… subject.”

You melted into the “embrace”, breath still shaky from laughter and the weird warmth of Venom’s affection.

Suddenly, you felt something softer pressed over your belly, gentle and slow. “Venom?” you asked, surprised.

“Exploring,” he said, voice playful now.

Before you could react, his tongue flicked teasingly against your skin and you squealed, squirming away with a grin.

“Not fair!” you laughed.

Venom grinned back, the goo shaping into a cheeky smile. “All experiments require control. I am… scientist.”

You gave him a mock glare. “You’re a dork!”

He nuzzled your side.

“And you… are adorable.”

[writingfics-passingtime]

This Means War

synopsis: When cabin fever reaches boiling point, your teammates' boredom turns into a test of your stamina. After a bit of tickling sends you crumbling to the mat during training, you're goaded into proving you wouldn't spill state secrets if an enemy found your weak spots... by subjecting yourself to the hands of the God of Mischief.

wc: ~5200

pairing: Loki x female reader (flirtatious). Bucky, Thor, Steve also included platonically.

cw: MINORS DNI, swearing, use of physical restraints, interrogation scenario, tickling (a lot of it. this is a tickle fic)

extra content warning: this story contains a faux-interrogation scene. the reader consented to it and has the ability to stop it at any moment. i do not usually allow the word "stop" to be ignored in a tickle fic - this fic is the exception because the reader has a safe word. The tickling in this feels a lot more intense (to me) than my previous fics so please be warned.

Your fate was sealed before it even started.

It happened too fast to control.

It started so innocuously. You were locked in a spar with Loki. Parrying high, pivoting low, flirting around that usual edge of real violence.

You had been sharp today - precise, clean, dangerous. Steve was nursing a bruise. Bucky’s jaw was red where you’d clocked him. Even Thor looked impressed, his cape torn at the hem where your blade had snagged it mid-spin.

But Loki always had a way of slipping past your guard.

You got the sense that he'd figured out the softest spots of you - mentally and otherwise - long ago. That he'd... catalogued them. That he took great delight in silently holding the knowledge of where to press. And how. He could get under your skin like no one else could. Burrowing deeper with heated looks at unpredictable moments, then ebbing back with pure professionalism at others.

It kept you humble when it came to facing him on the mats.

Usually.

Today... you didn't know what it was. Maybe the thrill of landing solid hits on two super soldiers and a Norse god. Maybe you got cocky.

Maybe the curl falling loose from the hair knotted low at his nape was just too distracting.

But you tried a move too risky, and he slipped past your guard. You caught his brow raising brow as he evaded your fist. The micro-second comment in the gesture went something like:

You really thought that would work?

Yes. It would've worked against a lesser fighter. The fact that you thought it might work against him... well, that was paramount to insult. Not something he'd let slide. Not when you made clear, time and time again, to all of these super-people: going easy on you wouldn't help be better.

So they didn't go easy - but that didn't mean they'd meet your mistake with a punch that could shatter your sternum. Usually, you'd just get pushed off balance, or pinned to the mat, or locked in some uncomfortable position until you could explain what you'd done wrong. Which was fine. It all helped.

Today, however, it seemed Loki wanted to teach you an extra little lesson.

His palm swept up, thumb hooking into the soft space under your arm. You slammed your bicep down on reflex, wincing, trapping his thumb as his fingers wrapped around and pressed into the sensitive muscle under your scapula.

His fingers didn't stop at pressing. A choked gasp was forced from your mouth, your body jolting before your mind realising that his fingers were wiggling, you were squirming, he was tickling you.

Your knees buckled, eyes wild and flying to his calculated stare.

He watch you as you slowly sunk lower, his head cocked, his smirk spreading when the first startled, hapless giggle bubbled over your lips.

Get away get away get away- every single base animal instinct flooded into flight. You pushed back on your heels, dislodging his hand from under your arm as your backside hit the floor. You were spluttering, panting, giggling - fucking giggling, of all things - and you felt yourself moving to scoot back, eyes fixed on the god standing above you.

He didn't press his advantage. He didn't have to. He just stood over you, that same brow arched, blue eyes glinting with something cold and curious and satisfied. "Well," he murmured. "That's new."

You clenched your jaw, regaining composure, forcing yourself back up to stand. "Dick," you grumbled, straightening your clothes as warmth crept up your neck.

"Fascinating, really," his smirk grew, eyes scanning over you. "Have you always been so-"

"Shut it," you warned, glare cutting to him.

"Oh no," he gave a single shake of his head. "You're not getting out of this one."

Not after what you just tried to pull, was the unspoken subtext.

Shit. You should've known better than to try such a cheap trick on a god with an ego the size of the fucking continental United States.

Loki locked his fingers behind his back, started pacing around you, appraising. “Battle-hardened Avenger felled by a few seconds of tickling…" He swung his gaze to the others. More specifically, Steve. "You didn't think to train this out of her?"

Steve had straightened, fists gripping the ends of the towel slung around his neck, eyebrows raised. "Train?"

Bucky tilted his head, watching you like a hawk. "Huh."

"Oh, come on," you started, rolling your eyes, hands on your hips, trying to brush it off. "This is not something that requires training."

“You squealed,” Bucky said, grin now forming.

“I did not.”

"You crumbled," Steve grimaced with a playful edge behind it.

“Like wet paper,” Loki added. "It was rather... adorable, actually."

"This could be a problem," Thor hummed in thought. "Could it not? If your enemies learn of this."

Your head snapped to him. Then your eyes back to the others.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

The team had been without mission for almost two weeks; the boys were bored. And you'd just handed them some free entertainment.

You took a measured breath through your nose, and assured Thor: "They won’t."

"But if they did..." Steve started, slowly.

You turned. He was looking at you - not mocking, not smug. Just… calculating. Thoughtful.

You frowned. "Then what?"

"They’d have leverage," Bucky said.

"I wear full body armour."

"Armour can be compromised."

You could feel the shift happening.

The slow, creeping change in the air.

Loki was already grinning again, full teeth. "Pressure point training, perhaps?"

You scoffed. "Absolutely not."

Thor crossed his arms, ducking his head as if weighing the option. "It may be wise."

You crossed your own, arguing, "There's no proven method of desensitisation; you can't train someone out of being ticklish, Loki's just stirring mischief."

But Steve was quiet, eyes shifting to Bucky. Bucky’s arms were crossed too now, mouth twitching, his eyes finding Steve's.

You clocked the exits.

Three of them. One closest, but Thor stood near. The second was by Steve, and Loki, in his pacing, had subtly moved to block the third.

Fucking shit.

"Let’s just say," Bucky started, shrugging one shoulder, "we’re in the field. You’re caught. Someone finds a sweet spot-"

"-and they want to know where some files are hidden," Steve adds.

Loki hums in agreement, faux-consideration painted across him. "Security codes... contingency plans..."

You shifted from one foot to the other, hackles raising. "This is not a realistic scenario. On what planet would I ever be tickled for information?"

"Several," Thor nodded thoughtfully, looking to Loki. "At least four in this universe alone."

"Hmm, yes," Loki confirmed. "And I do believe in some factions on Sakaar."

You rubbed your temples. "This is not happening," you said. Mostly to yourself.

"There’s no harm in proving you’d withstand it," Steve said, voice calm. It almost sounded reasonable.

Your eyes flicked to him. You scoffed again. "Don't use your Captain America voice on me like you actually-"

He met your gaze evenly. And you stopped talking.

Because suddenly... you knew.

He wasn’t joking.

He was serious.

Not cruel. Not cold. Just… decisive. Like an older brother about to teach you a hard lesson for your own good.

You felt the breath stick in your chest.

"Steve. C'mon."

He straightened up, slow.

Bucky’s grin widened.

Thor stretched his arms with a lazy flex.

Loki turned toward you, smirking.

Your stomach dropped clean through the floor. Bucky took a step forward and you flinched, body readying to bolt.

"Hey," Bucky said, lifting his hands like he was trying to ease the tension. "You don’t have to prove anything."

You glared. "That’s exactly what this is."

"No," he corrected, smile just shy of cruel. "This is about making sure you don’t give up state secrets just to make it stop."

Your face burned. "I would never-"

"Good," Loki cut in, eyes glittering. "You're confident. You'll have no issue proving it, then."

You blinked. "What?"

Steve’s voice was low. Final. "We should put it to the test."

And just like that, the temperature in the room dropped. Your heart slammed into your ribs.

You were boxed in. Outnumbered. Outplayed.

"Steve. You’re not seriously suggesting simulating an interrogation where I'm..." you winced at the mere thought - betraying your nerves.

He shrugged in that infuriatingly calm, Captain America way. “Look, I trust you. But you always say training should cover every angle. This is just... one of them.” He tried not to smile.

You hated how much they were enjoying this. Bucky wasn’t even hiding his grin. Thor was scratching his beard thoughtfully, nodding like this was all so fucking reasonable.

Your jaw hung slack, you glared at Steve. "You're seriously gonna make me do this?"

Steve's head went to the side in thought. "No. It's your choice."

Loki didn’t even pretend. His smirk stayed plastered across his face like he had been waiting its whole life for this moment. "Of course, we'd never force you to prove it..." Loki raised his hands in surrender. "Not if it would be too much for you."

Okay. Now your pride was involved.

Loki continued. "If you're afraid... you just can say so."

He knew exactly how to bait you. It was so obvious.

But it still fucking worked. And that was on you.

You sucked your teeth, arms still crossed, jaw tense, looking between the varying degrees of smug in your teammates.

And a thought passed over you. About Steve. His leadership, his honour, and the way you trusted him so intrinsically with your life you knew he'd never let something like this go too far. So your eyes met his.

“Well?” He asked, calm and expectant.

You let out a tense breath through your nose.

"I'll follow your orders, Cap," you said, dropping your arms, squaring your shoulders. "What'll it be?"

.

.

This was one of those freeze-frame record-scratch moments where the narrator says 'Yep - that’s me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this position.'

You flexed your fingers before gripping the edge of the armrest. The cuffs were snug but not uncomfortable. The chair itself - fetched by Bucky while the terms of the test were set - wasn't too bad, either. Cushioned seat and back, padded cuffs securing the wrists to the armrests and ankles to the front legs. It wouldn't hold any of the men around you, but you didn't have lightening or serum in your veins.

One small test proved no give, no rattling, was enough for that little molten thread of helplessness to start curling down your spine. All part of the mind games.

Trying to relax into the chair, your eyes landed on Loki, who was approaching you with all the slow, deliberate lethality of a black panther.

Of course, he was the one chosen to... do this.

His hand reached out and tested one cuff. "You seem tense."

"Bite me."

He chuckled, beginning to circle the chair slowly, trying to get in your head. Trying to build tension. It was working.

"The objective is simple. Don't give up the code word." His eyes flicked to Steve and Bucky. "Have you decided on what that word will be?"

Bucky nodded once, calling out, "cucumber."

You groaned. "That is the stupidest-"

"Exactly," Steve said. "You won't say it by accident. You try to hold out. You say it - that's surrender."

You felt Loki's fingers rest against the back of the chair. "Do you understand the rules, agent?"

You sniffed, jaw tight. "Don’t say the fucking vegetable."

"You ready?" Steve crossed his arms, failing to hide his amused smile.

No one in this room was under the impression that this was anything other than an exercise in the folly of boredom and pride. But here you were, about to hit play on that that freeze-frame record-scratch moment, and you wondered why the hell you ever agreed to this.

You did have an out - whenever you wanted it, you could say the word - but that steady fire inside you was stoked. White hot. You'd be damned if Loki snuffed it.

You'd be damned if he won.

"Ready," you confirmed.

He began.

Loki's touch was feather-light at first. Deceptively gentle. Fingers trailing over your sides like whispers.

They wanted a show? You'd give them a show. You'd show them exactly what you'd do if this was an enemy situation.

You flinched. "What the fuck are you doing?" Your head swung around, wearing a mask of confusion, fear, and pure innocence.

Loki's eyes narrowed. Ah. He seemed to say. This is how you want to play.

His voice was ice. Frostbitten. Severe. "What's the code word, Agent?"

"Wha-" you jerked again, eyes darting down to see his fingers at your sides, pressing a little firmer. Seeking. "I don't- what are you doing?"

He didn’t fumble or poke randomly. No, he searched.

"I'm under strict orders to not leave a mark, Agent," Loki's cold voice sounded vaguely distracted. "You have a code word I need..."

Then he found a spot. Just under the lower edge of your ribs, to the side. Your breath caught. Muscles locked. He paused.

"And I think I've just found a way to get it from you."

He wasn't clumsy. Not even a little.

"What code word? What are you even talking about? What-"

You stopped, looked down, watched as his middle finger and ring finger readied. You felt his other palm flatten against the opposite side of your waist in preparation to keep you in place.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then his fingers moved.

Sensation exploded like a switch had been flipped. Your hips jolted in the chair, a strangled sound caught in your throat as he pressed into that cluster of nerves with terrifying precision. Not a scratch or a dig - no, he hooked and circled slowly, keeping a maddening pressure on just the right spot. You were squirming violently in seconds, laughter ripping out of you against your will.

"Shit- Loki, fuck-" you broke your character, gasping between fits of laughter, voice hoarse and breaking. You tried twisting away, but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

"Code word," he demanded.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts. Okay - okay - you could work with this. Fortify your mind. Let your body react. You tried to get a grip. Tried to find his rhythm and tell your brain it was no grave threat.

But half a minute later and he hadn't eased off. And it was only tickling more with every passing second.

"Please!" You gasped out, shaking your head. "I don't know what you're-"

He doubled - the palm against your other side began mirroring the same pattern with eerie symmetry. Pinpoint accuracy into that soft spot. Every movement surgical. Like he’d done this a thousand times.

Somewhere in the haze you sense him leaning down, felt his breath hot against your ear. "I know you have what I'm looking for."

"I don't!" you squealed, head hitting back against his shoulder as you twisted helplessly, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. "Fuck- please stop!"

"I can't stop this. Only you can. Say the word," he said softly.

You whimpered through breathless giggles as you tried to collect yourself enough to respond. "I don't- fuck- I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't believe you."

His pointer finger joined the fray and your body convulsed with laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He hadn’t even moved from that godforsaken spot on your ribs. And he hadn’t lost rhythm once.

"Fuck!" You thrashed, as much as the chair would let you. "I- this is- this is inhumane!"

A low hum by your other ear. The other devil on the other shoulder. "You're in control, Agent. You can make this stop any time."

He didn’t move fast. He didn’t need to. It was the control that was killing you. The way he’d learned your body in seconds. That single spot already made your arms jerk, your breath hitch, your laughter take on a desperate edge.

"Make no mistake," he murmured. "I'm going to win. You really think this is the worst it can be? Give me the word. Now."

"I don't have the fucking word!" you shrieked between wheezes, before falling into a new spout of laughter. You gave a sound that might’ve been a laugh or a sob, it was hard to tell. Loki’s wicked hands hadn't stopped.

"She's doin' good," Bucky observed, tilting his head. "Holding out. The denial is still convincing."

"Stubborn," Thor nodded with a proud smile. "Like a goat."

"She’s trembling," Loki noted, sounding pleased. You were - your thighs tensed, stomach quaking with every new ripple of sensation.

Without warning, he shot his hands downward.

You practically launched out of the chair when he reached the top of your hip, just above your belt line. Another pressure point. The nerves there sent shocks across your pelvis, up your spine. It was like your body didn’t belong to you anymore.

"No- no, no, no-!" you laughed, voice wild now, cracked from overuse.

"You’re strong," Loki said quietly, voice still near your ear, breath warm on your neck. "But not unbreakable. I’m going to find where you crack."

You turned your face away, blinking tears of mirth from your lashes. "I’m going to kill you when this is over."

"I look forward to it," he said, moving inward to the sliver of skin on your lower stomach, scratching with feather-light precision.

You jolted again, high-pitched laughter tearing out of your lungs, knees bucking instinctively as he zeroed in.

Cucumber. It was on the tip of your fucking tongue. So you bit down on it. Sealed your lips as best you could.

Loki leaned in. "What's this? Trying to keep quiet now?"

You swallowed it. Shook your head.

A particularly cruel and precise tickle along the dips of your hips pulled a shrieking laugh from the loud place in your throat, wrists pulling against the cuffs.

He chuckled, knowing he was closer to winning.

So he went back to your ribs.

Your laughter returned in full, broken and helpless, your face hot with fury and embarrassment.

But still, you didn’t say cucumber.

You'd be damned to let him win after all of this.

Loki’s voice dropped, barely audible now. "You’re going to lose," he whispered, "So be a good girl, and surrender. Just say the word."

Your mouth opened. Then closed. You shook your head violently.

Your pride was still stronger, even as your breath was now ragged, chest rising and falling as you jerked against the cuffs, muscles locked and twitching from the relentless tickling, even as your laughter had taken on a half-wheezing, half-growling edge.

Loki hadn’t let up for a second, his hands maddeningly precise, but then...

He stopped. Pulled his hands away.

You gulped air. Relished in the reprieve. Wondering if-

"Don't think for a second I'm done with you," his voice curled around the base of your neck. "Tell me the code word."

You panted, head lolling. It had only been a few minutes, you knew that, but it had felt like a fucking lifetime. Shit.

"You're not listening," you let defeat permeate your tone. "You got the wrong person. I don't... I don't have what you want." You gave a weak tug at the cuffs, acting the part.

"Oh, you're very good," Loki praised in a dark chuckle.

You felt him grip the back of your chair. And you knew what he was planning.

"Wait-"

He pulled. The chair tipped backward as he lowered it slowly, until the rear legs landed on the floor and you were laying on your back, head against the mat.

You thrashed instantly. "Wait. Wait- fuck," you winced.

He moved with a maddening slowness, shooting an amused glance to the chuckling onlookers.

"Don't you fucking dare."

But he stopped in front of where your ankles were cuffed, your boots perfectly level with where his hands naturally rested at his sides.

"Uh oh," Bucky laughed outright. You shot him a pissed off yet wary glance.

Steve laughed. "You can say the word," he reminded you, but there was a teasing note behind it.

That smugness nudged you to get back in the zone. To prove them all wrong. Make them all pay.

Loki tugged. The first boot came off with a soft pull. And then the second. The cold air hit your socked feet like a ominous wind, curling in the atmosphere like dread.

You winced again. You weren't prepared. You weren't prepared. Feet were always protected, armoured, out of reach. You can't remember the last time someone touched your feet, much less-

"I've seen that look before," Bucky clicked his tongue. You shot him a nervous glance. His eyes met yours but he spoke to the others: "That's the look of someone who knows they're in trouble."

You weren’t wearing thick standard-issue tactical socks. No, of course not. You’d thrown on some stupid breathable pair. They were thin - too thin.

You shot an indiscernible look to the Captain.

He shrugged. Giving you that gleam in his eye that said: You can make this stop any time you want. All it'll cost you is pride.

You licked your drying lips, turning back to Loki. His hands hadn't touched you yet. Still, he was studying your reactions.

You kicked, knees jolting, but your ankles didn't move. He smirked.

"You've gone quiet," he said, cool and detached. "Is that fear?"

"Fury," you seethed. "Pure. Fucking. F-fffrrmm-!"

You bit off the noise as his fingers barely stroked across the arch of your right foot. It was a featherlight graze, and it'd already sent pressure prickling behind your eyes. You swallowed a whimper, sealing your lips, squeezing your eyes shut.

He hummed. "Interesting."

Then he began in earnest.

His fingertips pressed into your arches with a kind of maddening detachment. Methodical. Exploring. Not scratching or scribbling like some fumbling kid; no, he pressed, kneaded lightly, then circled. You shrieked. His thumbs dragged slowly under the balls of your feet. Your entire body bucked against the restraints.

"NO!"

Laughter then burst out of you, unfiltered and broken. It was worse than your ribs - infinitely worse. You weren’t used to touch here, weren’t braced for it. It was raw, vulnerable. Your laughter turned desperate in seconds.

"NO! LOKI! PLEASE NOT THERE!"

But that wasn't the code word. So his hands didn’t stop. If anything, they moved slower. More precise. He was watching your face the entire time - his eyes locked onto every flicker of reaction, every twitch of your mouth or squint of your eyes.

"PLEASE! PLEASE - ANYWHERE ELSE!"

"Well, shit," Bucky snorted. "That worked way too fast."

"What’s the code word?" Loki asked, voice low and flat.

"Fuck YOU-AHH! NO- SHIT!"

His fingers slid to your toes, tracing beneath them with deliberate purpose. You howled with laughter, head flinging back, toes curling as if that could protect you. The nerves in your feet were shot. You couldn’t even pretend composure anymore. He’d hit a level of sensitivity that was obscene.

"Code word," Loki said again, unblinking.

You shook your head, thrashing wildly.

"Don’t know it!" you yelled, tears streaking down your cheeks from the force of it. "I swear - I don’t know it!"

"Oh?" Loki tilted his head. "I think you're lying to me, Agent. Do you know what happens to liars?" His thumbs returned to the spot right beneath your toes and began that horrible circular pressure again.

You screamed - an actual, ragged scream laced with helpless mirth. Your back arched, every muscle straining against the cuffs. Your following laughter was high and unrelenting, like bursting open a dam and letting everything flood out.

"PLEASE!" you cried, playing it up now, blending real helplessness with theatrics. "I don’t know anything! I swear! I’m just a grunt. I’m just a - I’m not fucking built for this!"

The bystanders erupted in laughter.

"Good use of the helpless act," Steve noted, chuckling. "Classic withholding tactic."

Loki paused his movement, fingers still poised. "Code word. Now."

"Lemme go. Please," you begged, shaking your head and bracing as his fingers resumed. Your laughter trembling as your whole body quaked with it. "I don't know what you want!"

Loki’s face didn’t change. Cool, unaffected. His fingers danced under your toes, targeting the very edge of skin at the base where nerves lit up like a live wire.

"You’re lying."

"No I'm not!"

"You are. And I’m going to get the truth out of you."

He found another pocket just under your toes and lingered.

Your laughter cracked apart. Your lungs burned.

"This is going to get much, much worse for you, Agent," Loki's cold voice dropped a weight in your stomach.

"I’ll- I’ll kill you I SWEAR-" you gasped, words broken by high-pitched giggles.

"Threats, now?" Loki's brow lifted. "How quaint."

Bucky whistled low. "You gotta hand it to her. She hasn't cracked."

"I like this training," Thor declared.

Loki ignored the audience, dragging his blunt nails along the length of your arches. Back and forth, up and down. Face calm and unbothered as you went silent, laughter trapped in your upper chest, body tensing and twitching as the energy built and built and... he... he wasn't stopping. Gods, he wasn't moving from that godforsaken spot.

It tickled so fucking much.

There were no words for it. It shouldn't be possible for such a simple action to trap the breath in your chest, to send buzzes of energy through your whole body, it tickled so. fucking. much.

But the worst part? You knew this was building. Priming you for some grande finale. Readying to decimate your willpower.

"Can she breathe?" Steve's voice floated across the edge of your clouded attention.

It must've been almost fifteen seconds since you last made a sound.

Back and forth. Up and down.

Pressure building and building and...

"Hey." Bucky's wary voice was in the mix.

"Wait for it..." Loki hushed them. Your eyes were shut but you could feel his gaze on you.

Back. Forth. Up. Down.

"Loki," Thor's stern voice came. "She's mortal."

"I know, almost there..." Loki cooed.

It was coming. Cucumber. You could feel it coming. Feel the scream coiling in your chest. Almost there...

And then-

The doors hissed open.

"FRIDAY alerted me to a potential HR violation in progress," came Tony’s dry voice as he entered the room

The moment froze like a frame in a cartoon. You, a wreck, cuffed to a tipped chair, flat on your back. Boots off. Loki with stilled hands at your feet. The rest of them standing around like this was some clinical procedure and not your personal nightmare.

Tony looked around. Blinked.

"Well," he said, "this is… deeply unsettling."

The trapped laughter whooshed out of you as air flooded your lungs in deep and gratifying breaths. Loki had paused. Assessing the atmosphere. And for that, you thanked every god in this universe and beyond. You had been so close to surrender.

"She agreed to it," Steve said, unbothered.

"She volunteered," Bucky added, nudging Thor, who nodded solemnly.

"Oh, yes. She may stop the trial at any moment," Thor assured. "She need only speak the sacred word."

Tony blinked again. "And the sacred word is...?"

"Cucumber," they all said in unison.

You wanted to die.

Tony stared at them, then at you - now breathless, sweat-slick, and still twitching from residual sensation. He sighed. "Y'alright, giggles?"

You attempted to speak. But it came out as several coughs, so you just gave a weak thumbs-up.

"Okay, okay," he said, waving a hand. "As much as I’d love to see where this is going - and I mean that purely as an academic curiosity - we cannot shackle an Avenger to a chair and administer tickle torture in our down time. It’s literally in the handbook. Somewhere. It must be."

Loki had the audacity to look disappointed.

But he sighed, then reach down with maddening ease, lifting your chair upright with one smooth motion - like it weighed nothing. You slumped against it, head tilted back still gasping for breath, socked feet twitching, toes curling, body still shaking with aftershocks of laughter, a thin sheen of sweat glowing your skin.

"I hate you," you croaked at Loki.

"How tragically untrue," he chuckled.

Then the cuffs popped open with a click.

You didn’t hesitate.

The second your hands were free, shaky legs be damned, you launched yourself at Steve.

"Rogers!"

He didn’t even flinch. Just accepted his fate.

Your weight hit him square in the chest, and he let himself fall back onto the mat with a loud whump, arms catching you automatically.

"You star-spangled shithead!" you growled, rising to straddle his waist and grab his collar, jolting some sense into him. "You sanctioned that shit!?"

“I did,” Steve said evenly.

"You let Loki-... you- I'm gonna- ugh!" You grabbed a fistful of his hair and mussed it like a feral cat, gritting your teeth and growling.

"Alright, alright!" He laughed, trying to block you. "I deserved that!"

"You’re damn right you do - fucking cucumber - I’m gonna shove one straight down your- hey!"

Bucky's hands wrapped around your waist and casually hauled you off Steve like a disobedient dog. "Alright. Down, girl." You kicked the air on the way up.

"Let me at 'em. I'm not done!"

"Oh, you’re done," Bucky set you on your feet while Steve still lay disheveled on the mat.

"I’m gonna get all of you," you vowed as you straightened your clothes. "You’re all complicit."

Tony raised a finger. "Um, I actually-"

"Obviously not you, Tony!"

"Hey. You could've said the word at any time," Bucky smirked, shrugging, pulling Steve to his feet by the metal hand he offered.

You glared murder at all of them. Until your eyes landed on Loki.

He hadn’t moved.

That’s when you saw it.

The glint behind the calm. A flicker of something low and heated, still burning from the intensity of before.

Your stomach turned when you realised; you never surrendered... so he never won.

He looked at you, head tilted, mouth curved ever-so-slightly at the corner. Not smug. No. This wasn’t arrogance.

It was unfinished business.

You glared, pointing a shaky finger. "There will be retribution."

He inclined his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. "I’ll be waiting."

You turned slowly to the rest of them, accusing finger sweeping.

"You’re all going down for this."

Bucky raised his hands. "Worth it."

Thor clapped a hand on your back that nearly knocked you over. "You lasted valiantly, dear friend."

You ignored him. "FRIDAY," you barked, steadying yourself. "Mark these bastards for revenge."

"Noted," she replied helpfully.

Tony rubbed his eyes, muttering, "You people have too much time on your hands. I should start charging rent."

But rest of them laughed at your threat. As if they weren't the slightest bit afraid.

You clenched your fists.

And then you smiled.

Sharp. Dangerous.

"You’re all gonna wish I’d said cucumber."

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PART TWO (your revenge) coming soon

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[aticklishpercivalwriter]

WIP with lee!reader and ler!casper for A Date with Death~

“Now say that I’m devilishly handsome.”

“WHAHAHAT! NO! NOHOHO WAHAHAHAY!”

“Guess you want death. That I can give you.”

Casper drifted down to tickle at your worst spot.

“CAHAHAHASPEHEHEHER! You growled through your laughter before throwing your head back in ticklish mirth.

“Time’s a tickling~”

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! YOU��RE DEV—HEHAHAHEHAHAH! DEHEHEVILISHLY HAHAHANDSOMEHEHE!”

“What? I didn’t quite catch that~”

“CASPEHEHER! I CAHAHA—! PLEHEHEHE—! IMMACULATE! GORGEOUS! SEXY AHAHAS FUHUHUCK! CASPER!”

Your laughter fell silent at the end, making Casper pull away.

“Now, was that so hard, Sunshine?~”

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I was on AO3 seeing if there were any tickle fics with Casper and there were none??? And looked at the tag here on Tumblr and found only two?? lee!casper arts, which are amazingly good. There needs to be more tickle content!! I haven't even completed the game, yet to buy the DLCs but I have writing ideas :)

Also, have you heard of the english voice acting teaser? Jonah Scott voices Casper and he sounded so familiar to me and after some looking up, he also voices Akihiko Kaji from given. Jiro Ogasawara from Sasaki and Miyano (That's where I knew his voice from). Joe / Kojiro Nanjo from SK8 the Infinity. Among other things but I didn't even know there were plans for voice acting in this game until I stumbled upon it in youtube. So pleasant surprise :)

[jettorii]

piece based off @fluffy-ami ‘s fic here!!!!! loved it sm foaming at the mouth ily ami mua <3333

[eightball-chronicles]

Giggles and Pancakes

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haiiii i wrote this at the family function in my silly lil corner bc i love daisuke <3 quipped this up super quick so its not super proofread but i glanced over it ,,,, perchance ... hope yall enjoy ^-^

also written on phone but posted on my puter ,,, if it looks weird then thats my b

lee!reader, ler!daisuke (romantic / established relationship)

tw / cw : tks, silly behaviors, idk tbh i fear this is pretty safe

word count : 1414 under the cut

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The soft sizzling of melting butter filled the air as you sifted it through the surface of the pan. Once evenly spread, you grabbed a spoonful of the pancake batter, chocolate chips adorning the mixture. You let it fall with a soft 'thump' and carefully shaped it to look more rotund. Sighing quietly, your mind drifted to your boyfriend; he should be waking up around this time. You had hoped to be done with breakfast before then, but him joining you while you cooked sounded just as nice. 

And that's exactly what happened. The creaky door of your shared bedroom opened, followed by the soft thudding of Daisuke's socked feet. You quickly turned your head to meet his sleepy gaze, a soft smile gracing your face as he tiredly made his way to you. He wore a loose-fitting white tank top, contrasted by his brightly colored reindeer sweatpants. He had bought matching pairs for you two, insisting they be worn to "get into the holly jolly spirit!" You turned your attention to the food cooking in front of you, picking up the spatula as Daisuke wrapped his arms around your middle. His chin found your shoulder as you flipped the pancake, hearing him yawn next to your ear before you spoke: "Good morning, sleepyhead." 

You earned a mumbled 'g'morning baby' and a sloppy peck to your jaw. One hand moved the spatula again, lightly pressing the fluffy cake down while the other reached up to rub his cheek. Daisuke purred at the touch, pressing himself closer against your back. The both of you soaked up the tenderness of the moment for a minute longer until he spoke up: "Smells so good, are those chocolate chips?" 

Reaching in the bag to grab one, you nodded with a hum and held it to his mouth. He accepted with a small noise of appreciation, watching as you scooped up the now ready pancake and placed it with the other finished ones. His eyes followed your every move from on your shoulder; scrapping the inside of the bowl to make the last cake, gingerly cleaning up its shape, and going to grab another chocolate chip and bring it towards his mouth. He opened up again, only for you to steer away at the last minute and pop the treat in your own mouth. 

He gasped in mock offense, making you giggle and pinch his cheek. Daisuke let out a small squawk, shaking his head to dislodge your hand. "Cut that out, gimme one!" He practically whined. You only giggled more in response, jokingly letting out a 'nuh uh!' as you stuck your tongue out at him. Grumbling dramatically, his grip on your waist tightening slightly through his mini tantrum. You flinched slightly at the change of pressure, stiffly moving to flip the pancake as you hoped Daisuke wouldn't notice. 

Oh, how wrong you were. Daisuke quirked his eyebrow at your body's sudden rigidness, worried he might have squeezed you too tight. "Oops, sorry love." He loosened his hold on you, quickly rubbing your sides as a way to soothe any injury he may have brought. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for you to tense up more than before, this time sharply inhaling as your grip on the spatula visibly tightened. Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment, until you felt your Daisuke grin against your cheek. "Daisuke. Daisuke no." 

"Daisuke yes~" He sung out, quickly poking your torso. His grip on your body tightened more as he did so, preventing you from wriggling away. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop any noise, feeling another poke to your other side. "D-dahaisuke the-the food! Dohon't do this!" Said boy let out an exaggerated hum in thought while ever so slowly drumming his fingers on your waist as he did so. It took you inhuman levels of self control to keep a squeal from slipping out. "Don't do what exactly, hm?" You could practically hear the smile on his face; he knew what he was doing. 

All you could do in whine in protest: "C'mohon, y-you know what!" He let out yet another dramatic hum as his fingers picked up their pace. Your hand flew over your mouth, clamping it shut as giggles threatened to slip out at any second. Daisuke took notice of this, grinning harder than ever before. "Go on, doll, tell me what I shouldn't do." He halted his hands briefly, allowing you a chance to speak. You let out a shaky breath, putting down the spatula directly before Daisuke pinched your hip. A yelp escaped your lips before you could even register it. Your mouth answered his question before your brain could even process what he was scheming. "Tickle me, damnit!" 

...Oh. 

You didn't have time to realize that you had fallen for Daisuke's trap, not when all 10 of his fingers instantly dug into your sides, your hands flew down, grabbing his wrists as you let out a scream before dissolving into a fit of laughter. You felt his chest rumble against your back as he laughed as well. "Aww, see? That wasn't so hard to say now, was it? It's so much better to use our words, isn't it?" His teasing was almost as insufferable as his fingers plucking at your waist, setting every nerve ablaze with tickly sensations. Your legs began to tremble as you subconsciously leaned into Daisuke for support. "Dahahai-Daisuke! The pancahahake ihis g-gonna buhurn!" you managed to chirp out, now fully slumped onto his chest. 

Daisuke reached with one hand to move the pan to a different stove top, turning off the one in use in the process. "No worries, gigglebug!" He resumed his tickly onslaught as he placed a quick kiss to the side of your neck. The feeling made you squeak, slamming your hand on your mouth once more while the other remained grabbing his arm. You heard him hum, the vibrations from it sent a chill throughout your back. He inhaled loudly, before peppering kisses onto your neck; his lips featherlight against your skin. You let out a sharp squeal before melting into a puddle of soft snorts and giggles. Daisuke smiled against your skin, the kissing not stopping as his hands moved higher to scratch at your ribs.  

You screeched, head thrown back on his shoulder. You slammed your arms against your torso, accidentally trapping his hands to nip and poke at your sensitive bones. Daisuke's lip continued attacking as well; kissing up and down your neck, even occasionally blowing on your ear just to get an extra yelp from you. "SHIHIHIHIT DAISUKE! Daisuke, plehehehease! Not theheheHERE-" 

He only chuckled onto your neck, placing a quick smooch on your earlobe before grabbing onto your hips; he turned you a full 180 degrees to face him. You were then met with a goofy grin as he stared at your flushed face. Daisuke watched as you gasped for air, your own silly smile still present as you glared at him through your hair. It wasn't as intimidating as you had hoped, though. Not with your pink cheeks and the "scowl" you tried to express. 

He removed a hand from your hips to boop your nose, giggling at the scrunch he received from it. You swatted his hand away, grumbling as you turned your head to the side. Avoiding his gaze was your only goal; the situation was embarrassing enough as it is, you didn't need his eye contact to further fluster you.  

Daisuke pulled your hips closer to him, his other hand finding your cheek as he gently guided you to face him again. You reluctantly let him move your head, meeting his gaze once more. He offered you a smile, less cheeky now and more lovingly. You smiled back, placing a quick peck to his lips before turning back around to tend to the now cooked pancakes.  

"Alright, alright. Go on and set the table for me, will you hun? It's the least you could do after nearly killing me." Daisuke let out a 'pfft' at your remark, giving your hip a light pat before walking off to the dining room. You watched him grab and place the napkins next to each other, humming a cute tune as he did so. You grinned before opening the maple syrup, joining him in his hum while popping off its lid. 

Neither of you could imagine a better way to start off Christmas day. 

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this was so fun to write ,, had to pause a few times bc i was giggling to myself AA i love him

hope yall super enjoyed what you celebrated today / this season !!!! :3 muahs to all of you muahmuahmuah

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[bluebladefluff]

I DID IT

YOU NO LONGER NEED TO WAIT!

HERE IS YOUR FOOD PLEASE EAT UP!!!

I present to you! Ler! Malleus Draconia!!

[backtothedrawingboard]

Take a Break

Ler!Doey + Lee!Reader

Summary: Poppy has been pushing you way too hard. Doey notices your unusually erratic behavior and encourages you to rest.

CW: Tickle fic, mentions of starvation, momentary spiraling of negative thoughts, cussing

TW: None

AN: Poppy is portrayed as a bit of a villain. I don't like or trust her, so I'm showing my true feelings of her XD

Part 2

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Help. Help. Help. That's all you ever had to do. You used to be an employee at this hellscape of a factory but faced experimentation. Now here you were. Stuck as one of the only adult figures in the Safe Haven. The children naturally gravitated towards you. You were an adult, and thus all-knowing and all-caring. The truth was, you had no idea what you were doing. You just unwillingly took the burden.

Poppy always put everything on you, Doey, and to a lesser degree Ollie. You supposed Kissy Missy was also given a lot to do, but she basically served as Poppy's own personal slave. You never liked that. The poor toy was used primarily as a body guard and escort and treated with minimal care by Poppy. You understood why Missy put up with it, but it was still...not right.

You rested on a sleeping bag in your little corner of the Haven. Since you served as an authority figure, you were lucky enough to get a tent and string lights around the area. You shared the space with Doey, but he usually slept infrequently. You snatched a pillow from his pile and put it behind your head.

The last couple days were hell. Food was so scarce that whenever you went in search of anything to bring back for the kids, you had to eat it for your own sake. The couple scraps you did manage to bring back were gratefully devoured by whoever could get to it first. Unfortunately, this led to you breaking up fights. The little smiling critter kids could go feral for any crumb and you, Doey, and Missy had to pull them off each other almost every time food was distributed. You were just glad that they were so small that they were easily stopped.

You rubbed your face tiredly. Poppy wanted you to get spare parts for lighting. You managed to hold your ground and insist on going tomorrow. You could still feel the hard glare that the doll gave you. You rolled onto your side and curled up. You could feel a headache starting to pound in your artificial skull.

You should just go ahead and get the scavenge over with. It's just one less thing you'll have to deal with tomorrow. That way all you'll have is scavenging, reading to the kids, repairing any instability in the Haven's fortifications, and-...

You covered your head with Doey's pillow. It didn't stop the thoughts from flowing in. Keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids ha-

You rolled onto your back and screamed into the pillow. Dammit, stop thinking. Stop. Thinking. Everything was fine. No one was lost to the Doctor or the Prototype in a while. Everything was running smoothly. The kids were happy- well, as happy as one could be here- and Poppy had a plan in the works.

You twisted and turned fretfully on the sleeping bag. Any effort to shut out your thoughts was met with even more aggressive reminders and memories. You kicked the blanket off of yourself without any intention of getting up.

"Hey, pal...Something wrong?" You stopped moving upon hearing the gentle voice. You kept the pillow over your head. The soft thumping of Doey's footsteps were heard approaching your cot and a soft hand pressed on your shoulder.

"Hey..." he started. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Nothing..." you mumbled back.

You could feel Doey try to pull the pillow off your head. "Come on, Y/N. I'm not that gullible." As you pulled the pillow back down over your head, the doughman huffed and yanked it off. You curled in a ball to block out the light from the string lights.

"Stooop," you mumbled. You were met with a light smack of the pillow.

"Alright. Enough pouting. Get up," Doey teased. You grumbled and hid your face in your arms and knees. He was used to an occasional bout of grumpiness from you and figured this was what it was. He smacked you again a few more times.

You snatched the pillow and yanked it violently out of his hand, smashing it against him several times angrily. "Stop! Just fucking stop!" you yelled. You attacked him with the pillow more before bursting into tears.

Doey flinched and stood still as you hit him. It didn't hurt. It was just a pillow and he was just dough, after all. But the shock of it left him motionless. Once you're done attacking him, he shifted a little and gave you a sad look. He sat down next to the bag and put a hand on your back.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I didn't realize. What do you need?"

You shook your head and covered your face with your arms. "I don't-" You were cut off by your sobs. "I don't know." You sniffled and sobbed louder as you felt the doughy hand rub your back soothingly.

"Shh...Take your time." The doughman stayed with you and rubbed your back and played with your hair soothingly through your entire meltdown. You didn't know what was happening. It never happened before. You wiped your eyes and sniffled pathetically.

After a few minutes, you took Doey's arm in your hands and hugged it to yourself. He cooed softly and ruffled your hair with his free hand.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently. You nodded and nuzzled his hand. He scratched under your chin.

"Y-yeah..." you mumbled. "Thank you..."

"Of course." He continued scritching your chin as he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ordinarily you would decline immediately...But your head still hurt, and your chest hurt, and you just...couldn't do it anymore.

"Y-yeah," you answered shakily. "But, um...Can I get some water first?"

Doey nodded and stood up, drawing his hand away from you. "I'll be right back."

You curled in a ball and stared at nothing while he was gone. You didn't think, which was a relief. But you didn't feel either. You didn't know what to do, but you didn't bother trying to figure it out. Doey returned with water and a light snack.

"Hey, pally. Here you go." He tried to sound cheery, but his voice had a hint of sadness in it. You rolled onto your back and sat up enough to drink the water and eat. Your headache immediately lessened.

"Thank you..." you mumbled. Your friend nodded and smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, Y/N. Now, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

You closed your eyes and nodded a little, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah..." You took a breath to steady your shaky voice. "I'm just...tired. So tired. I don't...I don't know what to do." You stared down at your lap glumly. Doey sat next to the cot again and took one of your hands in his own, giving it a little squeeze.

"I know exactly what you mean..." he muttered gently. You looked up at him. "I'm guessing it's Poppy?"

You nodded and wiped your eyes. "Y-yeah...She just-" You growled. "She won't stop. I'm so...so tired. And she's always nagging me to keep going stuff again and again and...I can't." You sniffled as your eyes prickled with tears again.

Doey reached up and wiped your tears. "Hey...I know. Don't let her walk all over you. You gotta be strong and flexible." He smiled and stretched out a hand inhumanely far. "Like me!"

You couldn't help but giggle a little, your laughs cutting with a short sob before turning back to giggling. Doey smiled more and ruffled your hair.

"There we go. I'm here to help. Take all the time you need," he ordered happily.

You couldn't help but frown a little and looked down at your lap again.

"Um...I was actually thinking of going out for lighting like Poppy said...I was just resting a bit first..." you said carefully. You could feel the disapproving scowl from your friend without even looking up. "I know...But it's just one less thing I'll have to deal with."

"Absolutely not. You are taking a break," Doey demanded. You could already tell he wasn't going to give up easily. He was stubborn. But you were too.

"But it's better to just get stuff done. I've kept up with everything and want to get ahead on it," you said with a determined pout.

The doughman shook his head firmly. "No. You are taking a break. Digging yourself into the ground is not going to help anyone in the Haven. And more importantly, it's not going to help you. You need to take care of yourself."

"I am. By taking care of the others," you retorted. You crossed your arms and glared at him. He glared back. The truth was, deep down, you did want a break. Just some time to relax and let someone else deal with your worries. But you weren't going to admit that without a fight.

Doey just glared right back. "Come on, pal. You need to rest. Please. Burning yourself out isn't healthy." He poked your belly for emphasis. You but your lip and couldn't stop the squeak that escaped you. Unfortunately, it didn't escape your friend's notice.

Doey raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. He didn't bring it up and continued on his lecture. "Taking breaks is important both for your physical-" Poke to the belly. "-and mental-" Another poke. "-wellbeing." You squeaked and squirmed a bit at every poke.

The doughman frowned in fake offense. "Why're you laughing at me? I'm trying to help you," he sighed.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes. "Oh, stop. I know full well what you're trying to do," you growled. He tilted his head in "confusion."

"What?" he asked innocently. "What am I trying to do?"

You pouted. "Tickle me."

You immediately regretted your words. Doey grinned widely. "Whatever you say."

You squealed as he pounced on you, his doughy fingers digging into you sides. You wriggled all over the sleeping bag, grabbing the hands on your waist frantically. "Doey! Nohoooo!" you shouted. You didn't really mean it...No. Yes you did. Shut up.

"Awwww," Doey cooed. "What's wrong? You told me to." His hands morphed to precisely dig between your ribs. You shrieked and kicked, laughing madly. Your hands scrabbled against his helplessly. Dammit, he already knew where to get you!

"NOHOO!" you yelled. "Not thehehEHEHEhere!"

Your friend laughed and continued to vibrate his fingers in your ribcage. "Not here? Why's that? Is is baaad?" he teased. You nodded frantically, squirming and squealing. You hugged yourself in hopes of getting him off, but he just flattened his fingers to fit under your arms.

"Thanks for the new spot, pal!" he said cheerfully. You squeaked and squashed your arms down.

"Doey!" you cried through laughter. "Not there!"

Your friend grinned evilly. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the bag as you felt one of your arms get raised above your head. You giggled nervously.

"D-Doey...? What're you doing?" You stiffened as you felt his fingers thin to tendrils and wiggle against the inside of your elbow.

"Why, I'm not doing anything!" You giggled and scrunched up as much as possible. The feeling moved up just above your armpits.

"Eee! No! Doey! Pleaaaseee!" you whined. You couldn't even fully laugh. It was just the anticipation!

"No? But you look like you're having so much fun!" the doughman giggled. He poked your belly, causing you to flinch and squeak. "Come on! You've been stressed lately. This is a nice way to take a break." His doughy fingers inched to your armpit. You squealed and giggled, trying to pull your arm down.

"Stop teasing and get on with it!" you managed to shout.

Doey squeaked excitedly. "Oh? Get on with it, you say? Whatever you want, Y/N!" He dug his fingers into your armpits and wiggled them ruthlessly.

A shriek escaped your lips. You found yourself wriggling back and forth like a fish out of water as loud laughter spilled from you. You grabbed at your friend's hands, but it was no use. He was too strong for you.

"FAHAHAHAHAAAACK! DOEHEHEHEHEE! NOHOHOOOO!" you laughed.

Doey giggled and scritched down your ribs. "Awwww. Is my little friend a little sensitive? Tickle tickle tiiiickle!" he teased.

You thrashed from side to side, squealing and laughing. Your hands didn't pull at the attacker's wrists but instead sat limply on top of them. This didn't escape his notice. He scribbled his fingers all over your belly and ribs.

"D'awwwww! You aren't fighting back! Just squirming!" he cooed. You felt your face heat up and pressed it against the cot like you had it before.

"Shuhuhut uuhuhuuup!" you whined through laughter.

"What's that? You aren't telling me to stop? Guess I'll keep going then! Coochicoochicoooo!"

You shrieked with laughter, kicking weakly and keeping your face hidden. As much as this was absolute torture, it was also...nice. All your worries and anxieties were out the window and you could let loose and enjoy some fun. Not that you would ever admit that. That would just give your friend another way to mess with you.

"You ahahahAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" You arched your back away from Doey's fingers. They were poking and drilling between your shoulder blades experimentally. The doughman giggled and kept digging into the sweet spot.

"Oh! So your back is ticklish too? That's unusual," he observed.

You kicked and flailed with renewed vigor. "DOEY!" you shrieked. "STOP STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEEEEASE!"

Doey's smile softened and his fingers drew away from you. You wheezed and rolled onto your belly, resting your face in your arms. You wiped the gleeful tears from your eyes. Your panting slowed to peaceful breaths and a soft hand settled on your back.

"You ok, Y/N?" You looked up from your arms. Doey sounded...so sincere and warm. His smile radiated care and concern, and you couldn't help but smile back a little.

"Um...Yeah..." you answered breathily. "I am now...Thank you."

Your friend grinned and crawled in a little circle on his pillow pile before settling down. "Of course. I'm always here for ya, pal. Don't forget that."

You watched him a second as he kneaded his pillow a bit to get comfortable and then spoke up. "Um...Doey?"

The doughman's head perked up. "Hm?"

"Can I...um..." You looked down at your hands. "Can I-...?" You beckoned at the spot next to him.

Doey smiled and nodded, patting the pillows. "Of course. Come here, pal."

Your eyes lit up and you scooted over to the edge of the sleeping bag, crawling on the soft pillows. Your friend grabbed you and pulled you over, nuzzling you affectionately. You giggled and nuzzled him back.

"Awwww. You're too nice. How did the Haven get yoouuEEEE!"

Doey dug his fingers back in your ribs with a snicker. Good luck.

[soft-gigglez]

HI BBY

um i’m letting myself be a lil self indulgent rn so can i pls request an x reader with aether and idk just cuddling with him when you’re feeling sick or down ?? pls and thanksies🖤

(( here you go!!! hope you like it :] <3 --------------------------------------------------------------- It had been an absolutely terrible day. Actually- more of an absolutely terrible week. Murphy's Law had been having a field day with you. So, here you are now, hiding in bed and trying to ignore the bad thoughts crowding your brain. "Uh- hey, you in here?" A familiar voice was suddenly ringing in your ear, causing you to pop your head out of the blanket nest that you has buried yourself in. "Yeah- yeah- I'm here." You mumble out, thumping your head back onto the pillow. Aether smiled upon seeing you, not at all phased by the less than enthusiastic response. "Hey- where have you been? I haven't seen you all day." "Been busy." "Yeah. You seem busy." Aether snorted a bit, "What's really going on?" You try to bury yourself deeper in the blankets. "I already told you." The blond shook his head, sitting on the bed beside the sad bed lump. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay, but don't pretend that there isn't anything going on." When you don't respond, he flops back, laying beside you. "Cuddles?" He offers. You have never been one to say no to cuddles- especially from Aether. He's just way to good at it to refuse. Wordlessly, you untangle yourself from the blankets before moving to cuddle up next to him. Aether turns onto his side, wrapping his arms around you in a hug, your head resting on his collarbone. You relaxed as you felt his hands rubbing your back gently. After a while, those hands started to travel more towards your sides, fingertips dancing on the area. You didn't have a chance to hold back your giggles as your body melted into the touch. Aether let out a cheeky grin, "What's so funny?" "You know very well-" The sentence could not be finished as his fingers pressed in slightly harder, causing you to properly laugh. "Not fair, Aether!" "I don't hear you asking me to stop~" He teased, still tickling you to pieces. Your cheeks heated up- but not a word came out of your mouth. Only laughter. It took a few minutes for him to stop, hands coming to rest as his arms squeezed you even tighter into the warm hug. "Feel a bit better?" "Mmph- maybe." You admitted. "I mean, I could always go back to tickling-" "Aether-" That was the only thing that you could get out before being thrown into giggles yet again. This was a pretty good way to end the day.

[imahyperfixated-artist]

Rest

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Ler:Doey

Lee: Y/N / You :3

Warnings: Mention of Feet tkls(?) vaguely described Injuries

‼️TIS A TICKLE FIC, NOT YOUR THING? GO AHEAD AND CLICK OFF‼️

Matt, Kev & Jack’s colors :3

A/N: First Fic I am putting out there, Inspo came from @conflictedemma little comic of Doey, hope you like it and I’m sorry it’s so short TvT .-👁️‍🗨️🐭🌲

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You sat on one of the beds in the safe haven. Exhausted but too paranoid to do anything but scope out the area. The Doctor was defeated and the prototype was nowhere around at the moment, maybe he got spooked by the Doctor's defeat. Ollie wasn’t responding at the moment but aside from that everyone was fine. The generator was fixed, most of the Critters resting, same with Kissy and Poppy.

For the most part, it was just you awake. You knew you could sleep. But You hadn’t slept in awhile and regardless you just knew you’d be plagued with nightmares. Adrenaline ran through you anyways. you couldn’t sleep, your body wouldn’t let you. So you sat debating what to do.

So many whispers about being hungry from the critters earlier. Why not go find some food, you had nothing better to do. You mounted your Grab pack on your back and went to leave, being quiet as you headed to the Infirmary. Avoiding waking any of the critters. You were just about to leave when two dough arms wrapped around you and pulled you back, Doey looming over you.

“Now where are you going, pal?”

Doey questioned, his tone curious and slightly suspicious. Though You helped his suspicions when you explained, pulling out the notepad you’d found a long while back and writing the explanation. He let go of you and moved to face you properly.

“Ah..well, you’ve been on a looot of adventures lately, friend. Don’t think it’s, ya knows..time for a little break. You just..look exhausted”

Doey suggested, eyeing you up and down. Your eyes were sucken, body littered with scratches and bruises. Your body shook with exhaustion despite your need to move.

‘They look like sh!t…’

‘Kevin!’

“Very exhausted..”

you shook your head, refusing to rest. You should make yourself useful. You had the energy, right? Doey frowned at your answer, your defiance to rest.

“Are you sure? As much as we need food, we don’t need you getting burned out. You’ve already done enough ya know.”

Doey tried again but again you refused so Doey gave in and sighed.

“Alright, fine..but at least let me patch you up first.”

Doey pleaded, giving you a look that made you cave. As long as it was quick.

Doey had you sit on a medical table as he laid out some bandages. He had you take off the Grab-Pack, putting it to the side. He looked closer at the scratches and bruises, running the dough and still mostly soft dough over your skin. He poked and prodded to check for any broken bones or internal pain, starting at your ribs.

That’s when the chaos started to ensue.

You were able to control yourself at first, sitting still and schooling yourself but eventually you started losing that control. Doey gave you a look, raising his eyebrow at every little jump and squeak. He asked if it hurt and shook your head, obviously he didn’t believe you but continued the examination regardless.

You kept jumping at every poke and prod at your ribs. Doey kept asking if you were okay and you kept nodding yes but with every jump and twitch and jolt his belief in that started depleting.

Then you giggled, you had failed to muffle your giggle when he yet again prodded at your ribs. That made him pause.

‘No way…’

‘Oh you’re kidding-‘

‘Aww, They’re ticklish!’

Doey stared at you for a moment, before his face split into a grin.

“What was that, friend?”

You shrugged and shook your head, acting clueless and Doey chuckled, raising his eyebrow again.

“Are you suure you don’t know? Well, if you don’t know, I suppose we should find out.”

Doey stated, gently digging into the spaces between your ribs. you yelp and crumble, giggles quickly bubbling up in your chest and spilling over.

“Does this hurt? And be honest, bud.”

Doey questioned, tilting his head teasingly. You shook your head, pushing at the doughman’s hands, which proved to be difficult.

“No?..what about this?”

Doey questioned as a new hand sprouted from the dough and reached for your tum. Gently prodding into the muscles.

You fell back onto the medical table in light hysteria, trying to push the three dough hands away which was impossible due to the dough texture simply morphing around your attempts.

“I guess not cause you’re giggling..what about your knees”

Doey asked rhetorically as yet another, smaller hand sprouting once more. Squeeze your knees which made you kick out.

“Oh would you look at that, your reflexes are working perfectly! Hmm where should I got next? I could..make sure you have all your ribs or..make sure you didn’t break your foot, that’d be a real shame if you had..”

Doey teased, not stopping for a second. Watching you laugh and wiggle around on the table like squirming would make a difference.

Doey watched with some fondness as you squirmed around and tired yourself out. Adorable. it wasn’t long before you tapped out and Doey pulled away immediately, giving you a moment to breathe before helping you sit up.

“Are you alright? I didn’t go too far, right?”

Doey asked with genuine concern and smiled when you nodded, confirming you were fine. Damn, it had been a minute since you’d laughed like that.

Doey gave you a moment longer to fully recover before he properly bandaged you to which he did give you a couple more pokes and squeeze. When he finished he brought you back to the beds to had you lay down with a blanket. You fell asleep with the other critters, smile plastered on your face.

Doey smiled at the sight, glad he could at least help you. It wasn’t long before he also got some shut eye, staying close by. Ya know, just in case.

[allnightstay]

Day 17 - Raspberry 🌬️

Summary: Geto decides to be a menace to you for no reason... but you're not complaining.

Lee: Reader

Ler: Geto

A/N: This is for the anon that asked about a Geto x Reader fic!! I hope you enjoyy ~

It was one of those rare, blissful afternoons when everything felt still. No missions, no cursed spirits, and no obligations demanding your attention. Geto laid stretched across the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the picture of ease. His long, dark hair fanned across the cushion, catching the late afternoon light.

You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, flipping through a book, but your mind wandered as you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. He looked way too smug, like he had a secret you weren’t in on.

“You’re fidgeting,” Geto murmured without moving, his voice smooth and low, with just a hint of amusement.

“I’m not fidgeting,” you said defensively, shifting your legs.

His lips curled into a small, lazy smirk. “You are.” His golden eyes slid open, sharp and observant, and you knew immediately... you were doomed.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, suddenly wary.

“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, the smirk never leaving his face. “You just seem... bored.” He pushed himself upright with a stretch, muscles shifting beneath his loose shirt. "And I think you’re about five seconds away from regretting that.”

You blinked. “What-"

Before you could finish, Geto pounced with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to take you apart. His hands shot to your sides, his fingers fluttering across your ribs.

“HAHA-WAIT! Getoho!” you burst out, twisting wildly under his touch, but there was no escape. His hands were merciless, digging into every ticklish spot they could find.

“You’ve made a mistake,” Geto said in a soft, almost sing-song voice, his smile widening as your laughter grew louder. “And now I have to fix it.”

“Gehehet-hahaha! Stohohop!!” you gasped, trying to shove his hands away, but he was quick, dodging your frantic attempts with ease.

“Stop?” he repeated, feigning innocence as his hands skittered down to your waist. "You’re laughing too much to mean that.”

“I mehehehean it!! Hahaha! I SWEHEHEAR!!"

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. His hands slowed, just enough to give you hope, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips right to your ribs.

"Wait NOHOHO-"

The raspberry was loud and obnoxious, sending a shockwave of tingling vibrations through your skin. Your laughter exploded uncontrollably.

“HAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHETOHOHO!” you shrieked, thrashing beneath him, but he only grinned wider.

“Look at you,” he teased, blowing another raspberry just beneath your ribs. “I didn’t know you were this ticklish.”

“YOU-NAHAHA-ARE THE WORST!”

“Oh?” His voice was light, playful, but his hands were relentless. His long fingers danced along your belly, then dipped into the space between your ribs. Another raspberry followed, this time against your stomach.

“NAHAHAH OKAHAHAHAY, OKAY!!” you pleaded between gasps of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t breheheheathe!”

Geto chuckled, clearly having too much fun to stop. “You should’ve thought of that before,” he murmured, blowing a smaller raspberry on the soft spot near your collarbone.

You practically howled. “I HATE YOU! Hahaha! I-stop, I mean it!"

“No, you don’t,” he said with a soft laugh, his voice velvety and smug. “Admit it, you’re having fun.”

You tried your best to glare at him through your laughter, but it was impossible to keep a straight face when he was still attacking your ribs.

“Okay-hahaha-MERCY!” you finally cried, flailing helplessly beneath him.

For a moment, Geto pretended to consider it, tilting his head with an exaggerated look of thought. Then, with one last smirk, he blew a final raspberry right at the crook of your neck.

“HAHAHA! NO MORE!” you yelped, slamming your hands against the floor in surrender.

At last, Geto relented, leaning back and giving you a moment to catch your breath. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, still panting.

“You’re the one who couldn’t stop laughing,” Geto pointed out with a smug grin.

You shot him a half-hearted glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his rare, genuine smile was lighting up his entire face. He looked way too pleased with himself, and you knew this wasn’t over.

“Next time,” you warned, still catching your breath, “you’re the one getting raspberries. And I’m not going easy on you.”

Geto chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to try,” he said, his voice low and challenging, a promise wrapped in silk.

He gave you a teasing wink, ruffling your hair as he stood up and stretched. “Better luck next time.”

You sat there, still grinning despite yourself, already plotting your revenge. One thing was certain: the next time Geto let his guard down, he was going to be the one laughing.

And you weren’t planning on showing any mercy.

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - Just Give In

A/N: @sparklycupcake56 requested this

Summary: Hawks was feeling a little left out from your lack of attention. He intends on fixing that

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 527

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Hawks had taken a day from hero work and decided to spend the day with you.

You were reading a book with your back against his chest. As you were reading, you felt his hands softly rubbing up and down your thighs and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you how deeply you were in your book.

He started nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. “You planning on giving me more than your book sometime soon?” he asked.

You smiled and flipped a page. “Yes, I am.”

Hawks hummed, his lips brushed against your neck. “When?” he asked as his one of hands moved up under your shirt gently caressing your stomach.

You chuckled a bit. “When I feel like it.”

He smirked, his fingers traced all over your stomach and his lips moved to your ear. “And if I don’t want to wait?” he whispered.

You chuckled again and moved your head to block his mouth. “That sounds like a you problem.”

He tried to pout, but ultimately ended up chuckling instead. “That’s so cruel of you.” he teased. He moved to lightly attack the side of your neck with kisses. He wiggled his fingers on the top of your thigh and dug his fingers into your stomach. You dropped your book to the side from the tickling.

You started to wiggle against his chest and giggled loudly as you tried to block his hands. “Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks continued his assault on your vulnerable spots. His fingers gently traced up and down your thighs and his lips attacked your neck. “You could just give in you know,” he said in between kissing your neck.

You grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away. You moved your shoulders up to protect your neck. “Nohohohohoho!”

He chuckled as you continued struggling. “All you have to do is surrender,” he mumbled between kisses. His fingers dug into your inner thighs as he tried to break your defense against his lips attacking your neck.

“Ehehehehehehe stohohohohop!”

He hummed against your neck. “Sorry sweetie, can’t help it. You’re just too adorable I could just eat you up. Tickletickletickletickle!” he said as his hands moved under your shirt. He pushed them up to tickle your sides in an attempt to weaken your defenses.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!” you wiggled side to side and tried to get away.

You continued squirming in his arms, but he held on tight. His hands moved from your sides to your belly and he dug his fingers in. “What's the magic words, little birdie?” he asked.

“Okay! Okahahahahay! Plehehease stohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks pulled his lips from your neck and chuckled. “Good lovebird,” he said, his fingers still tapping your stomach and thighs even after he had stopped tickling you. He pulled his hands away and wrapped them back around you. “I’ll spare you tonight, but just know I always win in the end.” he kissed the back of your neck.

You smiled and chuckled softly. “That’s because you cheated.”

He smirked. “There’s no cheating when it comes to tickling. I’ll use any means necessary,” he said with a devilish grin as he kissed your neck again.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hi sakuraaaa I saw requests are open so I wanted to ask- May I requesteth a platonic Ler itto or Ryuji with lee reader rararararararar- If so then thank youu :D

Ler!Itto x lee!reader

This is a bit shorter than normal (as if all my fics arent short-) but still hope you like it nontheless :3

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Itto x gn!reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Itto

Warnings: Tickles! Itto calls reader "hombre" at the beginning but take it neutral lol

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“Sup’ hombre!— Woah, you look terrible! What happened?” the one and oni had approached you with his usual boisterous demeanor, planning on dragging you into his next adventure that may land him in jail again. All those thoughts went out the window when he saw the undereye bags that adorned your face. 

“Busy, can’t sleep” a sharp response emerged from you, like an automatic machine.

“Busy with what? I’m sure that whatever it is isn’t more important than rest”

Nothing. Complete silence filled the room. Whether you purposely ignored him or got zoned out didn’t matter, Itto’s expression looked as if you just had insulted his whole culture for refusing to take care of yourself. 

“You gonna play like that, huh? Fine then! You asked for this” a mischievous smile spread across his lips as he sat behind you, scooping you onto his lap with ease.

“Woah!— Itto, what gives‐” any complaints fell deaf as you felt some malicious nails claw at your tummy. 

“What’s wrong? Someone’s got a ticklish belly?~” he cooed into your ear, watching as your tired body squirmed. 

“S-stohohop it! I’m seheherious!” you couldn’t hold back. Sleepy giggles spilling out of your lips against your will as the oni’s fingers squeezed and scribbled all over the soft skin. 

“Well so am I! See? Serioussss” he made an attempt at seeming firm with you, which only made you giggle louder, much to his amusement. 

“Pff, silly. But jokes aside, you better get some sleep, or else~” uh oh, those words never lead to anything good.

“Or else whaHAHAHAHA?!” you squealed at the top of your lungs when you felt his lips vibrate against the side of your neck. Before nibbling and making playful growling noises.

“GYAHHH! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I’LL REHEHEST! JUST STYAHAHA—”

Just like that, the tickling ceased. You instantly took deep breaths, feeling like you just ran away from the police trying not to get caught with the Arataki gang. 

All that squirming and laughing really tuckered you out, eyelids slowly fluttering closed. There was a nice warmth in your chest, perhaps you needed this more than you initially thought. Remember to thank him later when you wake up.

Itto didn’t mind having you sleep in his lap, if anything he adored it. He patted your head delicately like a small kitten. “Sleep well, cutie~” he whispered into your ear before placing a ‘lil kiss on your forehead. You can rest safe knowing this oni’s got you.

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[angelatmidnight1]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

A/N: I've had a stressful couple of weeks and wanted to write a quick story with ler!Astarion and lee!reader. This was inspired by one of the helping lines he has where he says "you look good helpless". @tickly-deer-boy here is a quick Astarion fic!

Summary- Tav is stuck, and Astarion comes to get them out of trouble. He had no idea that they were ticklish…and gods, is it entertaining. 

Paring- Astarion x Tav (platonic).

Word Count- 1.8k.

Warnings- None. But please note this is a tickle fic!

Tav grunted in frustration as they tried to wriggle free from the narrow space between the crates. Their movements only caused them to get more wedged in the spot. They were reaching forward, straining to reach Lae’zel’s outstretched hand, only to just be out of her reach. 

“K’chaki. I told you to go around.” Lae’zel grumbled in exasperation. She withdrew her hand. “We waste precious time while you struggle. At any moment, we could become ghaik.” 

“I know that,” Tav groaned and tried to launch themselves forward. They barely moved an inch, and now their waist was fully stuck between the crates. “It’s almost like you’ve been saying the same thing since we crashed! If you’d shut up and give me your hand, I’d be out of here already.”

“You cannot reach my hand,” Lae’zel pointed out as if it was as obvious as day. “And I have no time to wait and make up for your shortcomings. Had I known you would slow me down, I would have left you to your fate on the nautolid.” 

“And you would have no astral prism. You’d turn into a mindflayer before me,” Tav grunted and decided to change tactics, twisting their hips to try and dislodge themselves. It didn’t work. Lae’zel checked her pack, believing she’d been the one carrying it, only for Tav to give a mocking sneer. “Honestly, it’d be an improvement. You wouldn’t be talking so much if you had a mouth full of tentacles.”

Lae’zel scowled. She took a step forward, hand on the hilt of her sword. “You think it’s wise to provoke me in your position?”

Before you could challenge her, Astarion’s silky voice sounded from somewhere behind you. “Now now, darlings. Let’s not turn our blades on each other. We’ve so many enemies we could stab instead..”

Tav heard the sound of his shoes crunching over gravel as he approached them. The sound stopped when he froze, taking in the scene of the trapped leader in front of him. “Oh. Oh dear. Someone’s gotten themselves in a spot of trouble, hm?”

Tav didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking. They bristled, and they would’ve turned to leer at them if they hadn’t been pinned at the waist. “Hilarious, Astarion. Truly. How about doing something useful and helping me?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “My, so touchy. I’m almost tempted to leave you there. Who knows what a less friendly adventurer would do if they found you?”

“You wouldn’t,” Tav retorted. “You’d miss me too much. Who else would wake up day after day to tell you how handsome you are?” 

“Cheeky,” Astarion smirked. “Still, I’m not convinced to help you. If only there was a word you could say that would make me reconsider. Something like, oh, I don’t know…please?”

“To hells with that,” Tav palmed the sides of the crates and pushed at them. Besides the occasional, minuscule move, they remained right where they were. Their face contorted with exertion, and they heard Astarion snickering behind them. 

“That’s four words, and I'm not looking for any of them.” Astarion stepped closer and leaned against the crates. “But by all means, keep squirming. You look good helpless…”

The heat rose to their cheeks, or maybe that was from all of their struggling? Tav wasn’t sure. They gave up on pushing the crates and twisting their body to and fro. Then, exhaling through their nose, they grumbled, “Fine. Please help me, Astarion. There, happy?”

“Your groveling skills need work,” he snorted. “But it would be cruel for me to expect a grand performance in your state. So of course, my dear, I’ll help you.” Astarion moved behind them, hands outstretching to rest on their sides. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and he rotated them to determine the best angle to pull them from. The light touches sent shivers up their spine, though he didn’t seem to notice. If anything, Tav would’ve chalked it up to the cold. Astarion moved his hands higher, now resting just below their rib cage. His fingers slid along their skin, looking for gods know what, and they jolted.

“What are you doing?” Tav cried incredulously. Lucky for them, he couldn’t see the grin tugging at the corner of their lips.  Lae’zel had already stormed off, leaving the two of them alone. 

“Helping you. Obviously.” Astarion rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold, returning to their sides. This time, he was squeezing them in an attempt to get a better grip. “And I’d have an easier time if you would hold still.” 

Tav choked on a giggle. They did the opposite of what he said and fidgeted some more. Suddenly, the impossible feat of getting themselves out on their own didn’t sound all that impossible. “Forget it, Astarion. I’ll d-do it myself..”

“Nonsense. Stop squirming, and I’ll pull you out.” 

“No, but-” 

Astarion’s fingers ghosted over their stomach, and they squeaked. He froze, and Tav felt their heart do somersaults in their chest. 

“What is the matter with you?” Astarion took his hands away from their belly, fingers resting just above their hips. The confusion was as clear as day in his voice. “You’re acting as if I’m hurting you.”

Tav remained quiet. They feared that they’d end up giggling if they spoke. 

“Tav? Am I hurting you?”

“...No.” Tav hesitated, shaking their head. They wracked their mind for a plausible explanation. “It’s just, uh, your hands. They’re cold.”

“Cold enough to feel through your clothing?” Astarion raised a brow, tone flat. “Odd. You haven’t told me that before..”

Tav didn’t even believe the tale they’d spun. “W-Well, they’re just that c—ah!” Tav squealed when he lightly pinched their hip. “Don’t do that!”

They went to smack at his hand, but hit one of the crates instead. Although they couldn’t see it, Astarion’s eyes brightened with mischief. 

“Oh, now I understand…” Astarion grinned a predatory grin, rolling his knuckles against their hip. Tav squirmed, biting down on their lip to trap the impending giggles. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Noho!” The word alone sent butterflies in their stomach. They brought one of their hands up to their mouth, their other hand uselessly hitting the top of the crates. “Damn it Astarion, just pull me ouhuhut!”

“I’m trying, Tav, but you’re not making this easy for me.” Astarion shuffled closer to them, now using his thumbs to deliberately knead into their hips. Tav gasped and giggled into their hand, feet stomping into the dirt. “It’s impossible to get a good grip with you kicking around like this..”

“You’re nohoht trying!” Tav argued, bucking their hips as Astarion kept kneading into them. The ticklish sensations surged through them like electric shocks, and it was harder to suppress their frantic giggling. “Gah! S-Shihihit! When I get out of hehehehre, you’re dehehehad!”

“I’m already dead,” Astarion snorted. “But do tell me, what is so funny? Surely I am not tickling you?”

Tav growled in between their giggles. They giggled harder when he changed tactics and squeezed their hips again, again, and again. Both hands flew to their mouth to muffle their squeals. 

“Darling,” Astarion purred, “I need an answer.” 

“Gohoho to hehehell!” The dam broke, and Tav giggled freely. They twisted and bucked as much as their trapped position allowed, clawing at the crates. “Stohohohp it!”

“Stop what?” Astarion feigned confusion, nails skittering along their waistline. “I’m only trying to help, just as you asked! You’re stuck in here good, I’m afraid.”

“Nohoho! I’ll f-freehehee myself!” Tav sputtered as he dragged his nails up their belly. They shouted and shook their head back and forth, laughing loudly. “Let gOHOHOhahaha!”

“I can’t do that, dear. That would make me a terrible friend,” Astarion tutted. He stopped scritching at their belly, teasing their sides with featherlight strokes. “And, while I’m on the topic, do you know what else sours a friendship?”

Tav’s laughter died down to short, breathless giggles. Their cheeks were well beyond flushed, and they fidgeted in anticipation. “I—hah—don’t know... what?”

“Lying,” Astarion grinned and gently pinched just beneath their rib cage. Tav squealed and bucked. “For instance, pretending not to be delightfully ticklish when you very clearly are.”

Tav’s eyes widened, panic flashing across their face. “I’m—I'm nohot—”

“Ah-ah, there it is again.” Astarion double downed on his efforts, kneading one of his thumbs into the side of their belly. Tav shrieked and kicked their legs uselessly, falling back into another laughing fit. “You are an insolent little pup, aren’t you? Lying is one thing, but lying to a friend? Lying to me?” 

As if they weren’t already stuck enough, Astarion wrapped his free arm around their waist, making it much harder to squirm or kick. He continued tickling their stomach, alternating between gently scratching along their skin with his nails and kneading with his thumb. He moved at a leisurely pace, as if he had all the time in the world. And, truth be told, he did. Tav’s laughter took on a more desperate note, and they threw their head back. 

“NAHAHA! Alright! Okay! I’m sohohohorry!” Tav shouted and pounded their fist against the damned crates. They doubled over, or at least made an effort to, and squealed with laughter. “I’m sohohohohrry!”

“So you are,” he hummed. “And yet, I’m not fully convinced. You’ve already lied to me once. Who’s to say you aren’t doing it again?” He dropped to his knees, lazily raking his nails down the backs of their thighs. Tav shrieked and kicked around even more. 

“I’m nOHOHOHohohot! I’m not!!” Tav grit their teeth and giggled madly. They tried to lift their legs out of his reach, but he chased after them with minimal effort. “PLehehehehease! I’m nohoht lying!”

Astarion laughed. “You learn fast. It’s still a no, though. I’m just gutted that you would lie to me.” He pretended to sound sad while he spidered his nails along the backs of their knees. Tav howled, curling in on themselves as much as possible. “After all of the time we spent together! After I offered to help you..” 

Tav cackled when one of Astarion’s hands snuck back up to prod at their belly. He swirled his pointer finger in random patterns, scritching just shy of their hip bones, around their navel, and ending at their lowermost ribs. He did the same thing in reverse, eventually settling back on the ground to squeeze and tickle their knees and thighs. His fearless leader was a puddle of squeals and giggles, and that’s one crime he was happy to be guilty of. 

“I CAHAHAHN’T!” Tav went back to pounding their fists against the crates, eyes shining with tears. “Astarion, plehehehehehease!”

After what felt like forever, Astarion stopped tickling them. He gripped their hips and, with one firm pull, dislodged them from their trap. They fell back into him, and he held them up, still by their hips. “There you are, you’re free!” he snickered. “You’re welcome.”

Tav exhaled, shutting their eyes. They were coming down from the ticklish sensations, chest rising and falling from each breath they took. They were still smiling a bit, so what they said next had very little bite. “Bastard.”

“Careful,” Astarion tapped his fingers against their hips, and Tav lurched forward. “We wouldn’t want this little secret to slip to any of our friends, hm?” 

[666anxiety666]

sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

[valiantphantomangel]

Hello!!!

Do you think you could do Elijah Mikaelson x TeenNiece!Reader where she’s so caught up in the responsibility of what’s going on, supernatural stuff or whatever and he wants his niece to relax and be a kid again and he finds out she’s still ticklish like when she was a kid?

A/n: I hope you like it!! The only small change I made was that he already knew she was ticklish so he's an experienced tickler 😏

Your Hope's older sister, which was great most of the time. But times like this were really stressful, the constant worry about keeping her and your family safe from the witches had you up deep in the night to find spells in your grandmother's grimoire.

Yeah that's right, you were half vampire half witch which came with enough difficulty and responsibility as it is.

So long story short, you were completely burned out.

But your family's enemies didn't sit still so neither would you.

It was the third time this week that light casted under your bedroom door deep in the night as the sun began to come up, your head bowed over the grimoire as you muttered to yourself what spells were useful.

"Y/N darling, why are you still up?" Elijah's voice came from the door since it was open.

"Trying to find the right spells"

"Love you need to take better care of yourself" Elijah said with a sigh as he walked in still in his suit.

He grabbed the grimoire and put it on your night stand, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you.

"But you're still up too!" You exclaimed as you looked at him with bags under your eyes.

"Yes for one time, because Niklaus and I had to deal with some rogue witches" he said with a pointed look as you tried to grab the grimoire again.

"But I need to find something to help" you grumble as you fell backwards onto your bed.

"Don't think that i forgot your weakness Y/N" he said with a playful stern expression "Don't make me tickle you to surrender"

That made you hold for a second, you knew your uncle was very well aware of what your weak spots were having found them himself when you weren't listening. But then again...

"Bring it on old man" you said with a grin

You could use a break.

Elijah of course saw that too and sped over to your side as you tried to get up, pushing you down and sitting on your thighs.

"Old man? You need to learn to respect your elders young lady" he scolded as he pulled your arms over your head and immediately went for your tummy.

"Respect is earned, not givinHEHEHEH" you squealed mid sentence as he rapidly squeezed your side.

"When then I guess I'll have to earn it" he sighed as if he was sad but his smile gave him away.

Elijah let go of your wrists and attacked your tummy with pokes and squeezes, randomly switching to ghost tickling your ribs over your shirt which made it so much worse.

"ELIJAHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed through your laughter as you fought against his hands "GHAHAHHAHA".

"Yes that's my name" he said nonchalant as he leaned forward and blew a raspberry onto your tummy, letting his other hand slip under back and tickle your back ribs.

"MERCYHHEHEHEHHEH!!"

"I don't know... Your laugh is pretty adorable and you seem to enjoy it, since you haven't asked me to stop yet" he mused with a smirk.

This continued for a couple of minutes with your (fake) pleases for mercy before footsteps came up the stairs and Klaus appeared in the doorway.

"I think my daughter does need to breath eventually Elijah" your father chuckled as he saw your appearance, hair completely ruffled from all the squirming, red cheeks and a giant smile.

"I do believe your right" Elijah said with a laugh as he got off of you. Letting you breath before pulling the blankets over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, your father giving you a kiss on the forehead as well.

"Now go to sleep or so help me god young lady, me AND Elijah will come back here and this time you won't have the same mercy" Klaus warned with a smirk.

"Aye aye Sir" you grinned before turning onto your side.

"Good, goodnight sweetheart" he said before he and Elijah stepped out of the room and closed the door.

And maybe, just maybe you'll dare it again...

[fluffyseapancakes]

Found Family

First fic I've written in a while (like two years???) so please forgive me if you see any formatting errors or I commit a Tumblr faux pas. It's been a while lol.

AroAce!Reader x ler!Bucky Barnes x ler!Steve Rogers (all platonic)

Notes: tickles, bad date, some angst, mentions of periods.

Word Count: 4,645

You're a SHIELD agent who always had to prove yourself and as a result, bottled up your emotions. You decided to go on a first date due to pressure from your family but it doesn't go as planned, so your found family is there to support you and make you laugh.

Being embarrassed never really phased you. Growing up with three high-achieving older siblings, taking college courses where you were often the only woman in the class, and getting your ass beat over and over again while training to be a SHIELD agent helped you develop enough of a thick skin to shrug the emotions off. Sure it still stung, but you refused to let it show and instead, worked tirelessly day and night to prove everyone wrong. In a span of three short years, you went from fresh out of college nerdy IT kid to a highly respected SHIELD agent specializing in Threat Intelligence Analysis. It was a pretty cushy job, you had your own office but was allowed to work from home if you wanted to, great benefits, a salary that allowed you to live comfortably, and best of all: no field work. As long as you had your equipment, you were able to assist other SHIELD agents from the comforts of your own home (or office). 

Until one afternoon, your supervisor dropped the bombshell that you will be relocated due to a privacy breach that a foolish intern forgot to report until it was too late. Because of all the high-risk cases you had worked on including tracking down Hydra sleeper cells, your name was on the top of the list. 

“But Hydra is barely a threat now, those cells weren’t even operational,” you tried to plead your case. 

“That is true but the breach wasn’t organized by Hydra,” your supervisor calmly explained, “that list went out to multiple terrorist organizations. They have your name and address, and I am not risking your safety. SHIELD is sending you somewhere safe until the breach is contained and we figure out who started this.” 

“There’s nowhere else that’s safer than SHIELD’s headquarters.” 

Your supervisor shook her head, “Our security measures are not as secure as we had hoped. Arrangements have been made for you to stay at Stark Tower in the meantime.” 

“Wait…Stark Tower? With the Avengers?” 

“Yes, Agent. Is there a problem?” 

“I just have some concerns that I may not be the best fit with the Avengers,” you tried to hide your anxiety but your supervisor could sense it through your stoic exterior, “I’m afraid I may be a hindrance to them.” 

“You’ll be fine Agent,” your supervisor patted your back reassuringly, “Tony Stark has already briefed them about you and apparently they are all excited to meet you,” she winked. 

“Wait what??”

2 Months Later

Your supervisor was right, fitting in with the Avengers was much easier than you expected. Tony cleaned out a spare room for you to use as an office and he marvelled at your equipment, asking you questions that you were pretty sure he knew but it was his way of making conversation. Everyone respected your space and never commented when you spent the entire day in front of your computer. Eventually you started spending most evenings with the group and played games, watched movies, and ate pizza with them. Sam Wilson gave you the nickname “Baby Avenger” because of your young-ish age and you pretended to hate it, but it was nice to finally be included in a group of friends. You were the youngest in your family and college classes so you spent your whole life trying to act mature like your peers. But now, watching Thor throw popcorn at Steve Rogers while Bucky Barnes pretended to strangle Clint Barton over a game of Uno, made you realize how fun it was to engage in childish activities. 

After only a few months of moving in, you developed a close relationship with Steve and Bucky fairly quickly. You considered all of the Avengers your best friends, but the super soldiers were extremely protective of you and you started viewing them as older brothers. They took you out for ice cream when you needed a break from work, pulled small annoying pranks to make you smile, and treated you like any normal young adult instead of a hardened SHIELD agent. 

“You know what I just realized?” Steve announced as you walked into the kitchen, still drowsy from sleep. He and Bucky were sitting at the counter sipping on their black coffees and reading the newspaper, which you silently noted to tease them for later. But first, you needed coffee. 

“Revelations this early in the morning?” You yawned. You grabbed a plain white mug from the cupboard and poured the piping hot coffee to the top. Bucky cringed as you carefully carried it to the counter, half expecting the coffee to spill and burn you. 

“We’ve never heard you laugh,” Steve continued on, “not even a single chuckle.” 

“Not everyone laughs like you and Thor,” you rolled your eyes, “and smiling counts.” 

Bucky snorted and shook his head, “Smiling isn’t the same as laughing, Doll.” 

“Then give me something to laugh about.” 

“What, you’re saying that we’re not funny?” Steve dramatically placed a hand on his heart. 

“If you both are so hell-bent on making me laugh, go ahead. I’m busy tonight so you knuckleheads will have time to brainstorm,” you took a generous swig of your coffee. 

“What’s going on tonight? We don’t have anything planned,” Bucky sounded so sweet and in that moment you wanted to reach out to pat his head like a puppy. 

“I have a date,” you winked. 

“A date?!” You swore you heard their hearts stop at the same time. 

“What? My supervisor told me it’s fine as long as I have a tracker on me, and I need to get out and socialize with normal people.” 

“Who is this guy–?” Steve interjected. 

“–or lady,” Bucky quickly added. 

“His name is Ben, we were in the same training group at SHIELD but never really got to talk. He reached out the other night wanting to catch up so I’m grabbing dinner with him tonight.”

“We need to know everything about this guy. Didn’t you say everyone in your training group were assholes?” Bucky said with concern written all over his face. 

“Relax, it’s been over three years. People change and besides, he was the only one I could beat in a sparring match so I’ll be fine.” 

“But with the data breach…” Steve started. 

“You two have been constantly telling me to act my age, going on one date isn’t going to hurt anyone. Tony and Nat approved,” you glared at Steve and Bucky, “and I promise I’m not going to do anything crazy.”

Bucky groaned in his hands and rubbed at his eyes, “Fine, but you’re getting a curfew and you have to keep us updated.” 

“I have it all under control,” you smirked. 

You, in fact, did not have any of this under control. 

You conveniently failed to tell Tony, Nat, Steve, and Bucky that this was your first date. The closest experience you had was going to homecoming with your older brother’s friend in high school but the poor guy just felt insecure about going alone and after pictures, he abandoned you at a table while he tried to flirt with other girls. College didn’t give you any time to date since you were getting a dual degree and dating during SHIELD’s training was a big no-no (although some trainees found time to hook-up every now and then). You’ve never cared about dating or relationships but with your older siblings settling down, you started to feel the pressure from your parents. One day you made the mistake of sending a selfie of you and Bucky in the family group chat and everyone grilled you about him until you muted your phone after twenty consecutive texts from your mother. When Ben suddenly reached out to you, you figured this was a good time to test the dating scene and hopefully appease your family. 

However, the moment you opened your closet, you realized you had no idea what you were doing. Ben suggested a casual diner known for their burgers and milkshakes so you took out a cute blouse and jeans, but it didn’t seem right. Should you wear makeup? But you rarely wear makeup so would Ben think you’re trying too hard? Are tennis shoes low effort? Is jewelry and perfume too much? 

Eventually you settled on a simple summer dress with a cardigan and flats, a cute outfit that allowed enough freedom for combat if necessary. You opted out of jewelry (choking risk) and perfume (you realized you didn’t have any).  After checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you nodded with approval and grabbed your handbag to head out. 

“Hey Tony, I’m leaving,” you popped your head in Tony’s office. He looked up from whatever gadget he was tinkering with and smiled. 

“You look cute, got the tracer on?” 

You nodded and pointed at a little heart shaped pin on your cardigan, “I’m protected.” 

Tony grimaced jokingly, “Have a good time kid. If this Ben guy gives you a bad time, say the code word and we’ll be there to kick his ass” 

“Does the code word have to be drama llama though? It’s pretty stupid,” you groaned. 

“Yes, now get out of here before Barnes and Rogers barricade the door,” he chuckled, “they are not happy campers right now.”

“They’ll get over it, see ya later,” you waved goodbye and headed to the living room where Steve and Bucky were sulking and watching TV like toddlers that were told they can’t have an extra cookie for dessert. 

“Alright kids, I'm heading out. I’ll be back by 10,” you tried to keep it lighthearted but Bucky looked like he was about to rip someone apart and Steve had his sad eyebrows on. 

“You look cute, Doll,” Bucky mumbled, “text us when you get there.” 

“Got it,” you turned and headed out to the front door, a little peeved off by their reactions. You understand that they’re overprotective of you, but you can’t miss out on life just because of them. You straightened your back and started the short walk to the diner, you were going to have fun and it will prove to them that not everyone has bad intentions. 

…

You arrived at the diner a bit early, the server led you to a little booth in the corner and handed you a rather expansive menu. She asked if you wanted to order any drinks or appetizers but you told her you’re waiting on someone and they will arrive soon. She gave you a cup of water anyways and you quickly texted the Avengers group chat that you were at the diner. Your phone quickly blew up with heart emojis and words of encouragement from everyone except for Bucky and Steve. 

6:28pm.

You and Ben agreed to 6:30 and the nerves were definitely lighting up. You kept on making glances at the door so you could wave him down when he came in. Would you recognize him? It’s been over three years, he was tall and scrawny with overgrown hair that your trainer forced him to cut. At first he was awkward and quiet, but by the end of their program, he was pretty popular and charismatic. He was funny enough to be well-liked by the top trainees and after the haircut and bulking up a bit, you’ve caught him making out with a woman or two. He wasn’t mean to you, but wasn’t exactly nice either, which you didn’t mind. You wondered where he ended up after graduating from SHIELD’s training program. He wasn’t athletic nor good with firearms, but he was smart and proficient with computers and programming. You’ve never seen him in your department so he didn’t go into IT. 

You realized you were lost in thought and checked the time. 

6:43pm.

You scanned the diner quickly to see if he had grabbed a table without seeing you, but the only other customers were you and a couple across the room. 

Not wanting to sound desperate but also somewhat worried, you texted, Hey, just checking in. 

The server came up to your table, you felt your face heat up when she looked at you with pity. 

“Can I start you off with any fries or a milkshake, sweetheart?” 

“Is it okay if I have a few more minutes? He’s running a bit behind.”

“Of course,” the server nodded and walked away. 

As if the universe was laughing at you, the diner started to fill up quickly and you knew you were inconveniencing the server by taking up an entire table without ordering anything. You check your phone again. 

7:16pm. No new messages from Ben, but your text was marked as seen. 

You sent a thumbs up and a burger emoji to the Avengers group chat to get them off your back. You wondered if the server was talking shit about the girl who’s been hogging a table for an entire hour without ordering anything with her coworkers. The burning sensation in your face started getting even warmer. 

7:45pm. You saw a text from Ben pop up on your phone, you immediately opened the message, relieved that he’s alive and not taken hostage by Hydra or aliens. It was probably going to be a long winded apology about how his car broke down and his phone died, or his cat got sick and he had to take it to the vet, or he got pulled into a last minute mission, and you two would laugh it off and reschedule for another date. 

Except all you saw on your phone’s screen was a singular laughing emoji. You felt your stomach tighten. This was probably a mistake right? A simple typo that he would immediately apologize for sending? Or maybe he was actually in danger and this was a code word for help?

A million possible responses to the emoji flooded your brain but all you could do was reply, What?

The text bounced back with a red flag, Unable to send to the recipient. 

Great. Stood up and ghosted on your very first date. Steve and Bucky were right for being overprotective, they probably saw this coming from a mile away. They knew that no guy would go for a 24 year old woman with no experience and a lifetime of unresolved emotional baggage. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were ever interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with…anyone. You just agreed to this date to appease your family and out of desperation to feel “normal.” Who were you kidding thinking that a popular and social guy like Ben would be interested in a woman whose ideal night was sitting in comfy pajamas and watching terrible horror movies with your friends. Steve and Bucky knew and they were too kind to tell you the truth. 

But now you were sitting in a packed diner. Frozen. 

The server came over with a sympathetic look on her face, “Hey darling, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”

You snapped back in your SHIELD agent persona and smiled at the server, “Yeah, my friend couldn’t make it. May I order eight cheeseburgers with fries and a strawberry milkshake to-go please?” 

“Of course sweetie,” she wrote down your order on her pad and walked away without any questions, as if she knew exactly what happened. Shame and embarrassment flooded your body, you haven’t felt this way in a long time and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

A few minutes later the server brought out a bag with the food and a large strawberry milkshake which she insisted was “on the house.” You wanted to cry from her kindness and tipped her generously. Then you left the diner wondering how the hell were you going to explain this to your friends. They would know something went wrong if you came back over an hour before curfew. You also knew they were going to immediately interrogate you about Ben and you weren’t a good enough liar to craft an elaborate story about a mediocre date where although he was nice, you two decided to be friends. You decided the best method was to drop off the food, tell everyone the date was fun but you’re not feeling well because of period cramps, and head off to bed before anyone could ask you a question. It was the perfect story, your friends knew your period cramps were horrendous so you walking into the room with a miserable look on your face wouldn’t raise any concerns. Then you had the night to figure out what to say to them the next morning. 

“I brought gifts,” you strolled into the living room where all the Avengers were well…assembled and dropped off the bag of burgers and fries on the counter, you took a sip from your strawberry milkshake which was heavenly to say the least. 

“You’re home early, is everything okay?” Nat said with concern, you could tell she was preparing herself to make a man “mysteriously” disappear. 

“Oh yeah, I had a nice time. But the period cramps hit so I decided to call it a night.”

“Do you need any ibuprofen, Doll? Or tea?” Bucky got up to raid the medicine drawer. 

“I’m fine, it’s just started so it’s not too bad. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” 

“We’re going to need all the details in the morning,” Sam grabbed a burger from the bag and took a huge bite, “damn that hit the spot.” 

“Thank you for grabbing us dinner,” Steve smiled and rubbed your back gently, that little touch of empathy made you want to cry all over again, “go get some rest.”

You smiled and headed to your room, feeling a sense of relief when you were alone. You loved your friends to death but they liked to ask questions and were much more observant than a regular person. You were used to bottling in your emotions and taking it out on work or training, but this felt different. You felt vulnerable and young, this shame didn’t come from SHIELD training, it was a feeling that many people in their twenties have gone through and you had no idea how to deal with it. For the first time, you felt lost, hopeless, and out of control. 

You flopped down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You’ve seen friends go out on dates and listened to them talk about the butterflies in their stomach while daydreaming about finding “the one” and getting married. Sometimes if the date went really well, they would share the more intimate details of effortless flirtations and sharing the night together in each other’s arms. 

Of course with dating, there were rough times where you listened to your friend cry over the phone after getting cheated on, or the one time you beat up a guy for giving your friend a black eye during an argument. You’ve watched the beautiful moments (and unfortunately the dark moments) of relationships but you’ve never felt like you wanted to experience that yourself. 

Did you want to kiss and share a bed with Ben? Your face crinkled at that thought. From training with him and seeing his social media, he’s the perfect package with a handsome face, fit body, incredibly smart, and has enough charisma to rival Bucky and Steve’s. But you knew you didn’t want to sleep with him, much less get married and settle down with him. 

You thought about Bucky and Steve. Women and men flirted with them endlessly when the three of you went out, you knew that they were attractive, but you could never see yourself having a sexual or romantic relationship with either of them. The thought alone made your stomach turn. 

Have you ever been sexually or romantically attracted to anyone? You frowned, trying to think of all the people you’ve met throughout the years. You’ve been so focused on your career that you didn’t think about these things, but your siblings are in long-term relationships so maybe…

Maybe I’m broken? You thought sadly. 

You heard a knock on the door and you sat up, pushing your emotions back down again. 

“It’s Dingus 1 and Dingus 2, may we come in?”

“Yeah sure,” you laid back down on your bed and rolled over like your stomach was in pain. Gotta play the act right.

“We know you're not on your period, “ Bucky said. 

“Um excuse me, are you mansplaining my period?”

Steve raised his hands in defense, “You said you had your period two weeks ago so we figured either something else is wrong or you need to see a doctor.” 

Busted. You forgot you were curled up on the couch in the living room two weeks ago cussing at your reproductive system and clutching onto the heat pack that Nat had kindly bought for you. 

“You got me,” you sighed and rolled over onto your back to look at the ceiling again. “Did something happen on the date?” Steve sat next to you and gently stroked your hair. 

“Well there was no date. He made me wait for an hour and ghosted me.”

Bucky was ready to hunt down this guy, “That fucking asshole.” 

“I’m surprised you know what ‘ghosted’ means, you old men.” 

Steve and Bucky gasped, "We're young and sprightly!” 

“Definitely something old men would say while drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper,” you shot back with a small smile.  

“You know Buck, remember that discussion from this morning?” Steve grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

“Of course, we may need to resume this discussion.” Bucky rubbed his hands together with equally an unsettling smile on his face. 

“Well good luck because I’m in no mood for jokes,” You mumbled.

“They’re not jokes,“ Bucky sat on your bed next to you and Steve, “just a little trick for older siblings to make the kids behave.”

“You’re not ticklish, are you?” Bucky swiped a finger down your arm, you used your SHIELD training to mask your emotions but in reality, you were internally freaking out because you were ridiculously ticklish and even worse, you didn’t mind it.

“Of course not, that’s for kids,” you mumbled, trying to mentally erase away the goosebumps on your arm. 

“You calling us kids now?” Steve teasingly grabbed your sides and the unexpected movement made you squeal. Shit.

“Never heard you make that sound before, I like it,” Bucky wiggled his fingers on your neck, you bursted out into bubbly giggles and shook your head. 

“You know what happens to liars,” Steve pinned your arms up with one hand and scribbled his blunt nails along your belly with the other, “they have to be taught a lesson.” 

“W-wait!” You exploded with high-pitched laughter as Steve’s unrelenting attack on your belly and Bucky moving down from your neck to gently squeezing right above your knees sent you into a ticklish hell (or heaven?). 

Laughter. Something you haven’t done in years. You were surprised by how higher pitched it was compared to your usual speaking tone. It was airy, relaxed, and childlike. Hearing your laugh for the first time sent shivers down Steve and Bucky’s spines. After a few moments of tormenting you with tickles, they held you in silence for a bit while you were getting your last giggles out.

“So what really happened?” Steve was the first to break the silence, always never afraid to ask questions. 

You explained to them about everything that happened at the diner. They listened intently and gave you reassuring hugs whenever you struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. 

“That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missed out on,” Bucky rubbed your back, you could tell he was struggling with hiding how pissed he was about Ben. 

“Yeah sweetie, you’ll find someone who will love and respect you,” Steve wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze. 

“Well that’s the thing…I don’t think I want to be in a relationship. It’s never appealed to me and I’ve never looked at someone and thought they were attractive or I want to date them. That’s weird, isn’t it? I just agreed to this date because I thought it was something I was supposed to do. People are meant to be in loving, meaningful relationships so there’s something deeply wrong with me,” the words poured out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was the first time you were truly vulnerable and you started to feel embarrassed again. 

“It’s true, people should have loving, meaningful relationships,” Steve agreed, “but those relationships don't have to be romantic or sexual. They can be between friends, families, or coworkers.” 

“I think you have plenty of loving and meaningful relationships,” Bucky smiled, “we love you to death, and so does everyone else here. We all care about you and want what’s best for you.” 

“And it’s not weird that you don’t feel certain types of attraction towards other people. That’s who you are and it’s totally valid,” Steve teasingly wiggles his fingers against your side, “and as your honorary older brothers, that makes our jobs easier.” 

“Hey!” You laughed, leaning into Bucky to get away from Steve’s fingers, only for Bucky to latch onto your ribs. A sudden electric shock went down your spine and you had to hold yourself back from screaming with laughter. Bucky looked at you with surprise and chuckled. 

“Well that’s a good spot to keep in mind.” 

“F-fuck you!” You laughed, doubling over and trying to get away from Steve and Bucky but they held you firmly in place on your bed. 

“You talk like a sailor but laugh like an angel, that’s adorable,” Steve laughed and dug into your sides just a bit more, making you squeal and tried desperately to push him away. 

“Alright alright,” he and Bucky decided to be nice (tonight) and gave you mercy. A wave of warm sleepiness hit you and they helped you lay back into bed. 

“Any requests for breakfast tomorrow?” Bucky smoothed out your covers that got a bit wrinkled and tangled up from their attack. 

“Pancakes?” You asked hopefully. 

“And bacon and eggs,” Bucky promised as he and Steve both gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

They quietly left your room and turned off your lights. Once Steve closed the door, Tony came walking down the hallway. 

“Oh there you two are, is she alright in there?” Tony glanced at your room with concern, “She seemed kind of upset when she came home.” 

“She’s okay now,” Steve smiled, “sleeping like a baby.”

Tony chuckled, “Well I’m glad. Her supervisor contacted me earlier and said they found the creeps who organized SHIELD’s security breach. She’s safe to go back home but if we believe that she’ll be an asset to our team, then she can stay. It just has to be a unanimous vote.”

“Hell yeah she should stay,” Bucky immediately jumped in, “we need someone with her brains and experience on our team.” “I agree,” Steve nodded, “and I have a feeling that we’ve all been in much better moods since she got here. She balances us out.” 

“Awesome, I will get the report to her supervisor and make her a permanent resident,” Tony nodded with a knowing smile, “and now we all get the time to make her laugh.” 

“You heard her?” Steve chuckled. 

“Her room’s vent is directly connected to my lab. Lovely sound, I would love to recreate it myself.” 

You slept soundly through the night despite the negative events that had happened earlier, your heart was filled with love, trust, and acceptance from your found family. You realized with the Avengers you never had to pretend to be anyone but yourself, and that was the best relationship you could ever hope for.