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Squealing Santa 2024 - What You Enjoy

fic descript: Basically plotless banter and tickles lmao. Eddie and Steve teasing each other before Steve starts tickling the shit out of Eddie - and doesn't stop until Eddie admits he's having fun.

~A/N  - Happy Squealing Santa everybody!!!

This year I will be gifting a fic to the wonderful @theoncelee , who requested a Stranger Things fic with Steve and Eddie :D

I hope you've all had a wonderful festive season, and are looking after yourselves as well as the ones you love <333

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @theoncelee

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"Are you even listening?" Eddie asked Steve, interrupting his own monologue explaining his latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign idea in excruciating detail.

The pair had been sitting on Eddie's bed for the last half hour, exchanging their Christmas gifts and catching up on what each other had been up to in the few days since they had last had the chance to see each other. Both had families who demanded their full attendance for whatever Christmas activities were planned, and so the boys had to settle for a very belated celebration with each other.

Steve - who admittedly had been focusing more on Eddie than what Eddie was saying for the last few minutes - pulled an interested face before nodding. "Of course."

"Oh yeah?" Eddie raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you gather from the last encounter I just explained."

Steve grinned. "That you're cute when you're nerdy."

Eddie groaned. "Shut up you dork! At least I have something I've worked on for years that isn't attached to my scalp."

"Hey!" Steve jabbed his partner in the ribs, earning a yelp. "I happened to have many things i like doing."

Eddie scoffed playfully, "Oh yeah? Name something you like doing."

Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a suggestive look, eyeing Eddie up and down.

"Oh my god." Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh, leaning backwards onto his elbows. "You're such a dork!"

The moment the taunt left Eddie's lips, Steve leapt from his seated position to almost completely looming over his boyfriend. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Eddie's ribs, legs putting just enough pressure on Eddie's left thigh to add a slight sense of entrapment.

"Say that again." Steve growled, a smirk on his face.

Eddie smirked right back. "Say what? That you're a dork?"

"One. More. Time." Steve continued, poking Eddie in the ribs with each word.

"Steheve!" Eddie yelped, immediately going slightly pink at the cheeks. "Quihit it!"

Satisfied, Steve leant backwards into a kneeling position.

With the newfound freedom for his upper body, Eddie regained some of his attitude, whispering a single "dork" under his breath.

"Right, you asked for it!" Steve grinned, launching himself on top of Eddie's hips and raising his hands into claws.

"STEVE NONONONO WAHAIT!" Eddie squealed, attempting to intercept Steve's hands as they descended onto his stupidly ticklish sides.

Luck was not on Eddie's side that day, but Steve's fingers certainly were. The man was playing Eddie's ribs like a bass guitar, skillfully finding each ticklish gap between the bones to elicit the most authentic, uncontrollable, giggly laughter from his boyfriend.

"Huh," Steve commented above the sound of Eddie's hysteria. "I guess this is another thing I enjoy doing!"

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Eddie whined, his hands moving from batting half-heartedly at Steve's to covering his face.

"Aaaaand." Steve vibrated all ten fingers as he spoke. "I know you enjoy this too."

'WHAHAT?!" Eddie cackled, unable to tell whether he was more red from the tickling or the commentary.

Steve lessened the intensity of his attack briefly, letting his fingers delicately trace over the bare skin on Eddie's lower stomach that had been revealed in the tussle. "Oh please, you knew exactly what was coming, yet you didn't even try to escape."

Eddie's hands were practically super-glued to his face at this point, soft giggles escaping through the gaps in his fingers.

"And if this is your attempt at fighting back Eddie," Steve gestured to his partner's body language. "I'm a little concerned."

"Oh fuck off." Eddie giggled, lightly slapping Steve's leg.

Steve leant closer, pressing a kiss to Eddie's neck (and making him squeak in surprise as he scrunched up). "Not until you admit it!"

Before Eddie could protest, Steve latched onto Eddie's hip bones and began massaging his thumbs in small circles around the joint. And, just to add insult to injury, he continued peppering small kisses into Eddie's neck.

"IHI DOHOHON'T!" Eddie squeaked, goosebumps shooting down his back every time Steve's lips made contact with his ridiculously ticklish skin.

"Eddie~" Steve sang. "I know you're just refusing so I tickle you longer."

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"You're not even denying it!"

"STEHEHEVE!"

"Just admit it!" Steve grinned, suddenly shooting his hands under Eddie's armpits and wriggling his thumbs into the centre. "I promise I'll keep going!"

"OKAHAYOKAHAHAYOKAHAY FIHIHIHINE!" Eddie screeched.

Steve paused, his hands frozen under Eddie's arms.

"THIS IS FUHUN! This is greheat! Just plehease move sohomewhere ehelse I cahan't..."

Steve chuckled, tugging his hands out and resting them on Eddie's chest. "You holding up ok?"

Eddie threw his arm over his face again, nestling into the crook of his elbow, and nodded.

"Alright then, where were we..."

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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing

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can i request wicked for lucifer plsss

crow i love u btw

🥺 love u too anon!!

Is that in relation to my tickletober prompt list? If you've got a scenario in mind let me know and I might be able to cook something up 👀👀

Still trying to catch up on writing the other fics too lmao

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(2024) TickleTober Day 26: Kisses - Spoilers

Fic Descript - Nowhere in their diaries does it mention at what point River finds out the Doctor is ticklish. Unfortunately for him, he assumes she already knows.

~A/N  - Once again, blame @carrie-tate for my Doctor Who resurgence (like look at this and tell me it doesn't fill your heart with joy)

And you can also blame her for a specific line in this fic that she created (and tagged me in which was super cool sdfjkhasfjklh) cause it's GENIUS

Not a super long fic but I actually really love the entire concept for this one hehe, so I hope you all do too.

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

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"Running off again?" River called out, as The Doctor pushed open the door to his TARDIS.

The Doctor turned to lean against the doorframe, flashing her a small grin. "Thought you'd expect that by now, you know me."

"I do." She smiled, moving closer so they were mere inches apart. "More than you think."

River pressed a kiss just under the side his jaw, expecting nothing more than a smirk in response before her partner would whisk himself away in his incredible blue box.

But her prediction couldn't have been further from reality, as The Doctor giggled and scrunched his shoulder up between them - making her half-jump away in surprise. River gave him a innocently puzzled look, smiling slightly in endearment at the noise he had made.

"Shut up." He blushed, refusing to meet her gaze.

River laughed, moving herself into his field of vision. "What was that?"

With a groan, The Doctor's face flushed further. "You know what that was!"

River paused, genuinely trying to come up with some recollection of what the last few seconds could possibly have been caused by. "I don't-."

"Oh-... Um- In that case-" The Doctor began to backpedal, but his reaction was only quick enough to realise his incorrect assumption had just landed him in deep trouble.

"Wait..." River smirked, catching on at the perfect time to put 2 and 2 together. "Are you ticklish?"

There it was.

The Doctor broke into a rare, nervous smile. "Uh... No...?" He stated with an unconvincingly low level of confidence.

"Is that so?" She smirked.

"Um-"

"Remind me, what's the first rule of travelling with The Doctor?" River asked innocently, sliding her hand around his torso and casually poising her fingers against each of his lower ribs.

"River!" He squeaked, his hands fumbling over themselves. "I'm not-! You don't-! It's not-!"

River closed what little distance remained between their faces, so once again her lips brushed against his neck. "The Doctor lies."

His shoulders scrunched up, though this time The Doctor put far more effort into resisting any hint of a smile spreading across his face - he was practically vibrating with effort. River slowly traced her fingers over his ribs, relishing in every jump and reluctant snicker that managed to sneak through the cracks in the Doctor's resolve.

"What a rare sight..." She teased, beginning to softly claw her hands over his sides. "The Doctor, left speechless... I never thought I'd see the day."

"RIVER!" He yelped, twisting away from her.

Unfortunately for him, that only led to River wrapping her arms around his waist and fluttering her fingers over his stomach.

Every time her hands touched down it seemed worse than the last time, and so it didn't take long for the Doctor to burst into helpless giggles. It was like she naturally gravitated to each of the most ticklish areas on his body, hitting each spot like clockwork and tearing the poor Time Lord apart.

"Still sure you're not ticklish?" She half-shouted above his laughter.

When he didn't respond, she decided to move her hands down to latch onto his hips.

"NO RIHIVER YOU KNOHOW I CAHAN'T!" He cackled, desperately trying to push her hands off of him.

"What, have we done this before?" She chuckled as her fingers drilled into the sensitive bones.

"SHUHUT UHUP!" The doctor cackled, trying to twist out of her arms.

"Oh Sweetie," She cooed sympathetically, hooking under his arms and moving her fingers up to twirl around his neck and ears. "Does it tickle?"

He curled his shoulders up with a giggle, sinking into her embrace. Although it still tickled like hell, he appreciated the break from his far more ticklish upper body, and at this point was too tired to fight back.

Thankfully, River also seemed to sense his complete exhaustion, and so it didn't take long for her to finally let him free. They both sunk to the floor, with The Doctor lying exhausted in her lap.

"There's no way that was your first time." The Doctor panted, a smile still stuck on his face.

River laughed gently. "And why's that?"

He shot her a glare. "You figured out I was ticklish ridiculously quickly, and then you knew exactly where to tickle me every single time."

She shrugged, but couldn't help the grin sneaking onto her face. "Maybe you're just easy to read."

He rolled his eyes and sat up. "Did you know I was ticklish or not?"

River grinned. "Spoilers."

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(2023) TickleTober Day 8: Alien - More Human Than You Think

Fic Descript - The Doctor maintains that being tickling is a strictly human thing. While Rory is quick to accept it, Amy knows him too well.

~A/N  - BLAME @carrie-tate FOR THIS HER 11TH DOCTOR ART HAS REIGNITED MY LOVE OF THIS TRIO AND INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS FIC (ngl heavily based on this art)

These guys were my first introduction to doctor who when I was like 8 so they are very very important to me I love them, so hopefully I write this well ^^

(also feel it's important for everyone to know that I watched this wonderful montage the whole time I was writing it lmao)

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

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"I keep thinking I'm used to you." Rory said with a light chuckle.

The Doctor popped up from where he was working. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked with a scrunched face, wielding a modified hair dryer and what looked like washing machine tablets.

Clearly the irony was lost on him.

The TARDIS needed a little TLC (in the Doctor's words), and so the team had taken the rare opportunity of peacefully floating through space to get some adjustments done. The Doctor was banging and tinkering at the console, Rory was watching, and Amy had gone to take a shower (because apparently she had no desire to listen to the Doctor's consistent yapping as he worked).

"Well, I've been here for long enough to feel like I know you." Rory explained. "But then you go do something... odd... And it's like the first day I met you all over again."

"Are you forgetting Rory," The Doctor half-shouted over the whirring of the hair dryer. "I'm an over 900 year old Time Lord from another planet, of course I'm odd. The best people are."

Rory softly tilted his head, taking a moment to fully appreciate that perhaps it was the overall circumstance that was weird rather than the person in front of him, before circling around the console closer to his friend.

"That looks better." The Doctor sat upright and clicked off his tool, turning to face Rory. "What do you think? After this I've just got a few more tweaks and we can be off again."

"You look human though." Rory continued from his previous train of thought. "You eat human food, you dress in human clothes, surely you aren't completely Alien."

"I'm just as Alien to you as you are to me." The Doctor chirped, scurrying over to the next stage in his TARDIS-repair plan.

As he moved, however, he failed to realise the space (or lack thereof) between his head and the edge of the console. He let out a tight-lipped groan as he rubbed the impact site on the top of his forehead.

"And you feel pain like us." Rory added, jumping to add the spontaneous example that would back up his point to the list.

The Doctor shot him an agitated look. "Don't they teach you bedside manner at your nursing job? I near enough break my skull and all you do is point out that we both feel pain? Most beings do!"

Rory, ignoring the Doctor's initial complaining and instead focusing on his last statement, nodded in contemplation. "I suppose they do..."

"I sUpPoSe tHeY- ugh..." The Doctor rolled his eyes, accepting that he wasn't getting any sympathy from the usually most sympathetic person on the TARDIS. "Any other questions? Or can I get back to doing something important."

"Hmm..." Rory scratched the back of his head. "Are you ticklish or anything?"

The Doctor froze momentarily, before jumping to his feet with a spin and a smile. "Nope, that's unique to you humans."

Rory gave him a doubtful but unsure look.

"Honestly, if anything you lot are the weird ones with your... hyperactive nervous systems... and... involuntary laughter responses..." The Doctor rambled, but his flow was a little more disjointed than usual.

"I guess so..." Rory nodded, but he still couldn't shake the memory of the Doctor's odd reaction.

But, there was little time to think about it.

"Has he bored you to death yet?" Amy said with a grin from the stairway.

"Hey!" The Doctor complained as Rory laughed. "I'm the most quality entertainment out there."

Rory opened his arm for Amy to tuck herself under it. "The Doctor was just telling me how weird we humans are."

Amy gave him a look. "You're one to talk Mr Bow-Tie."

The Doctor tugged on the aforementioned accessory. "Bow ties are-."

"Bow ties are cool, right." She finished for him, rolling her eyes. "My point still stands, how exactly are we the weird ones?"

As Rory opened his mouth, the Doctor jumped in first. "Well, weird might be a strong word. Humanity is wonderful and beautiful and terrible and strange and-"

"We're ticklish." Rory interrupted. "But that was the only example he could give me so I'm not sure I-"

"Oh you're not ticklish, Doctor?" Amy asked halfway through Rory's statement, but something in her grin made The Doctor suspect she knew the answer already.

"Uh..." The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Well I... Well..."

"He said it was just a human thing." Rory offered a response, oblivious to the rising tension surrounding the Doctor.

"Is it now?" Amy took a few steps closer to the Time Lord, her face trying to seem innocent and confused. "Just humans?"

The Doctor stumbled backwards, his hands fumbling over themselves. "Well, perhaps sometimes... some Time Lords may... may be a little more uh... susceptible to uh... to things like that."

Amy continued her devastatingly slow pursuit around the console of the TARDIS, leaving Rory on the opposite side. "And would you be one of them?"

Rory finally caught on as the Doctor backed up towards him. "Wait you lied to me?!"

"Rory it was nothing personal I just-" The Doctor babbled nervously, his hands now forming a semi-protective barrier between him and his pursuer.

Amy made eye contact with her husband, that evil grin still plastered on her face. "Rory, how do we feel about liars?"

Without a word, Rory stepped behind the Doctor and hooked his arms under the Doctor's shoulders.

"Waitwaitwaitwait no!" The Doctor shrieked, wriggling in Rory's hold. "Plehease!"

"Huh..." Amy paused, an inquisitive look on her face. "Humans normally wait for the tickling to start before we start laughing... Is that a Time Lord thing too?"

The Doctor whined. "Yohou know that's not truhue!"

Rory chuckled from behind. "You're not really in a position to talk about truth right now."

The Doctor was about to argue when Amy lunged, lightly scribbling her fingernails all over the poor Doctor's torso. He inhaled sharply, the effort of containing his reactions forcing out squeaking noises.

"Seems pretty ticklish to me." Rory commented, struggling with the sudden responsibility of keeping the Doctor upright.

Amy smirked, pausing her attack. "Oh, I don't know... He's not laughing anymore, maybe he was right..."

"I'm-" The Doctor panted out. "Always... right-"

Before he even had the chance to finish there were ten fingers digging under his armpits.

His eagerness to jump at the opportunity to talk after being unable to for the last ten seconds was exactly what Amy was counting on, and the sudden unexpected attack brought out a shriek of helpless cackles from the poor Doctor.

With a grin, Amy looked up at her husband. "Now this is what I'd call ticklish."

"OHOKAY FINE FINE FIHIHINE!" The Doctor yelped in between giggles. "I'M TICKLIHISH! JUST LET ME GOHOHO!"

Rory and Amy locked eyes, smirking.

"What do you think Rory?" Amy asked, letting her fingers skitter up and down the Doctor's bony ribcage. "Have we proved our point?"

Rory hummed in thought, drawing out his response to mess with the Time Lord as long as humanly possible. "I might be convinced, but he still hasn't apologised for lying..."

"I DIHIDN'T HAVE A CHOHOHOICE!!!"

Switching to drilling her thumbs into the Doctor's hip bones in response to his claim, Amy gave him a fake-confused look. "That doesn't sound like an apology."

Rory laughed, while the Doctor scrambled to put together something that sounded like speech through his laughter. "FIHIHINE OKAHAY I'M SOHOHORRY!"

Amy withdrew her fingers as Rory guided the Doctor to the floor, letting him rest his head on Rory's leg.

"I think you're more human than you think." Rory chuckled, patting the Doctor's shoulder.

"Right." The Doctor glared up at him, but there was a hint of softness behind his eyes. "Can we go now?"

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(2024) TickleTober Day 6: Creak - Falling Asleep

Fic Descript - Sleeping in an old creaky house is a nightmare for Alex. Thankfully Henry knows exactly how to help his partner drift off. Literally just fluffy sleepy tkls lmao.

~A/N  - 👏 I 👏 AM 👏 SUPER 👏 BURNT 👏 OUT 👏 SO 👏 HERE'S 👏 A 👏 SHORT 👏 FIC 👏 FOR 👏 TODAY👏

Apologies, it's late af and I am NOT doing well for tickletober but hopefully you guys find this idea as cute as I did

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

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Alex hadn't slept in days.

Ok that might have been a bit of an overstatement. But laying in bed night after night, on the edge of consciousness, right about to drift off, only to be snapped back to reality by the walls and floors moving around him was enough to drive anyone mad.

No amount of tossing and turning could help. It didn't matter what position, or how many pillows Alex was in, he had no luck with Mr Sandman.

The only silver lining? All his wriggling didn't seem to bother Henry. Alex swore that man could sleep through an air raid siren.

Tonight, though, he was proven wrong.

After one too many groans from the house, it was Alex's turn. He let out a frustrated exhale, which happened to come out a little louder than he intended.

"Alex?" A muffled murmur piped up from the other side of the blankets.

Shit.

"I'm fine baby, go back to sleep." Alex whispered, though evidently it came out more grumbly than he thought, as Henry turned to face him.

"What's the matter love?" Henry said, his voice sounding much more conscious this time.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Henry sat upright, not taking that for an answer. "Too hot? Too cold? Can't sleep?"

Alex sighed, too tired to continue denying it, and curled up under Henry's now outstretched arm. "This house is old."

Henry gently laughed. "Your intelligence never ceases to impress me."

"It keeps moving, and that keeps me awake." Alex huffed, accidentally blowing his hair upwards for a moment, making it fall over his eyes.

Without missing a beat, henry combed his fingers through the stray strands.

Alex hummed contently at the sensation. "That's nice."

"You always like it when i do this." Henry smiled, repeating the motion.

At a second hum from his boyfriend, Henry continued folding his fingers through Alex's hair, letting them flutter occasionally against his lover's ears just to hear the soft giggle that accompanied it. Henry's fingers cascaded down Alex's neck after a while, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them, before they circled round Alex's shoulder to rest against his sides.

"Still comfortable?" Henry double checked, knowing the last thing Alex needed was for the tickling to be too intense and wake him up.

Alex gave two content noises in affirmation, nestling his face further into his boyfriend.

Henry's fingertips trailed against Alex's ribs as he slowly closed and opened his hand, letting his detailed knowledge of Alex's body guide his movements away from any spots that were too sensitive for the purposes of this moment.

The occasional giggly shiver eventually transitioned to light snoring, as Alex finally drifted off into what would be possibly the best nights sleep he'd ever had.

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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(2024) TickleTober Day 4: Wicked - Softie

Fic Descript - Bruce and Diana claim Clark doesn't have a wicked bone in his body, so he proves them otherwise

~A/N  - this was one of those fics that I wasn't 100% sure where to take it, so I kinda pulled this concept out of my ass lmao. Hope it's alright ^^

EDIT: ACTUALLY I LIED I MANAGED TO LINK IT TO A CONCEPT I'VE HAD FOR A WHILE I THINK IT'S OK NOW

Once again, short fic for today :)

EDIT: dsfjhakjslfh that was a lie this is just over 1k

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

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"For the Man of Steel, you really are such a softie." Bruce hummed, leaning against Clark's left shoulder and closing his eyes. Diana let out a soft chuckle from Clark's other side in agreement.

Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman had just finished a ridiculously busy day - filled with PR conferences, charity work, various patrols, and a few mild interventions on the city streets - so the trio were grateful to finally get a chance to relax together.

"What do you mean softie?" Clark raised an eyebrow. "I'm not soft."

Diana responded before Bruce had the chance to argue. "Not soft, but you're definitely the nicest of us all."

"Too nice." Bruce added with a grin, beginning to feel the irresistible temptation of annoying Clark.

Doing his best not to disturb the comfortable positions of his partners, Clark sat further upright (as if his body position would strengthen his argument). "I can be mean!"

That earnt a proper laugh from Diana. "Please, you don't have a wicked bone in your body."

There was a pause as a smirk settled on Clark's face. "Oh is that right?"

Diana was switched on enough to sense the change in Clark's tone, and tried to swiftly push herself off her human headrest, but Clark was too quick. He grabbed around her waist and tugged her underneath him, before pulling the slightly-sleepy Bruce next to her.

"Huh-?" Bruce yelped as Clark say across both his and Diana's hips.

"I know how I can prove how wicked I can really be." Clark smirked, before clawing into the ribs of the two superheroes under him.

Diana gasped, clenching her mouth shut so Clark wouldn't get the satisfaction of cracking her that easily. Both of her hands worked to pry Clark's five fingers from her side - a task that would normally be easy, but with tickling near enough halved her strength - before concentrating on defending her sensitive spots from the attack.

She had managed to interlock the fingers of one hand with Clark's, while the other gripped his wrist to push him away. While his hand didn't move much, her defense gave her enough respite to remember she had a fellow ally lying next to her.

"Bruce!" She grunted, unable to look anywhere but Clark's threatening fingers. "I've got his hand! Just grab the other!"

But, before she had even finished her sentence, she suddenly registered the bubbly laughter that had filled the room for who knows how long. And, in a moment of poor decision making, she let her eyes and her attention turn to Bruce.

The poor hero was curled up facing away from Diana, giggling his little heart out. There was barely space in his breath for him to beg Clark to let him go (and to be completely honest, based on the genuine joy in his laughter, Diana wasn't sure he even wanted to try).

Before she had the chance to roll her eyes at his uselessness, Clark escaped her (now weakened) grip and latched his thumb into her hip bone behind him.

Diana let out a shriek, her arms switching between trying to grab Clark's hand again and thumping into his upper abdomen.

"BRUHUHUCE!" She spluttered between bouts of laughter. "DO SOHOMETHING!"

"He is doing something." Clark beamed. "He's experiencing how wicked I can be."

Bruce could only cackle in response as Clark managed to worm his fingers into the man's armpit.

"And laughing..." Clark nodded seriously. "That's important too."

"YOHOU'RE UHUSELESS!" Diana elbowed the Batman, letting herself laugh a little more to make sure Bruce knew she was mostly joking.

Clark chuckled. "And...? what am I?"

Diana slapped his leg. "A JEHEHERK!"

She couldn't quite tell, but it sounded like Bruce laughed a little extra at that comment.

"Ow." Clark pouted. "That wasn't quite the response I was looking for..."

Leaving them no time for a witty retort or more helpless laughter (from Diana or Bruce respectively), Clark amped the intensity. Opting to vibrate his claw-shaped hands at an inhuman speed against Diana's stomach and Bruce's exposed back (as the poor guy had been locked in a fetal position since they started).

Bruce screeched, his back arched as far as humanly possible from the offending fingers.

"FIHIHINE YOHOU'RE EHEVIL!" Diana squealed, and at the same time a stream of incoherent begging and pleading burst from Bruce's mouth.

He tried to twist back towards his companions, hands reaching behind himself to try and grab the claw that was driving him insane.

"Mmm..." Clark pondered, still effortlessly destroying the two supers. "Not quite the wording I used."

"WIHIHICKEHED! YOUOHOU'RE WIHICKED JUST LET ME GOHOHO!" She pleaded through cackles as her hands weakly shoved at Clark's.

Bruce had returned to his original position, this time clinging onto Clark's leg as if it were his own sanity.

"Told you." Clark grinned, easily releasing Diana while keeping Bruce underneath him.

Wonder Woman took her moment to sprawl out on the floor and suck in as much oxygen as possible. Her cheeks were still frosted with a rosy glow, aching from the last few minutes of laughter.

Somehow amongst the chaos, Bruce realised Diana was free. As Clark took a little pity on the guy and swapped spots again to target his neck, Bruce took his chance.

"Diahana hehelp mehe!" Bruce gasped between squeaks and high-pitched giggles.

She scoffed playfully. "You never helped me!"

Bruce squealed as Clark went for his ears momentarily. "I cohohouldn't!"

"You could have tried..." She fake-sighed, gazing into the distance. "Besides, you know what you have to do to make him stop, seems to me you don't want him to."

The laughter-induced blush on Bruce's face took on a more pinkish tone of embarrassment, made even worse by Clark leaning down and rubbing his stubble against Bruce's neck.

"Oh, are we having too much fun?" Clark growled right into Bruce's ear, knowing the low vibrations tickled the billionaire more than he'd ever care to admit.

"Clahark plehehease!" Bruce whined, scrunching his head against Superman's. "Just lehet me go!"

"I guess there's no other option at this point, if you're going to refuse that strongly..." Clark sighed, leaning back upright and letting his hands rest on his knees.

Bruce gave him a puzzled look. Did Clark seriously just give in?

The pleading wasn't meant to work that quickly... Bruce thought to himself, too tired to catch the disappointment that was washing over his face.

Clark's tickle attacks never stop that easily...

How was he meant to know it would this time?

"Diana?" Clark grinned, gesturing to Bruce (and snapping the man out of his thoughts). "Care to help me out?"

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(2024) TickleTober Day 9: Shock - I'm Helping

Fic Descript - Miles tries to use his electricity to help Pav's sore muscles, but when Pav starts giggling after each controlled shock, Miles puts his powers to a much more entertaining use.

~A/N  - SDJKHAKSFJH SORRY I KINDA DROPPED THE BALL FOR A WEEK A FEW DAYS

I'M TRYING TO CATCH UP BUT IN THE MEANTIME HAVE THIS LITTLE ATSV FIC AS A SNACK

<3 much love

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher | @inneedofsupervision

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Miles might as well open up his own physiotherapy clinic at this point.

After a (completely accidental) discovery that his mildest shocks could be used like a weird TENS unit [that's Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation if you were curious], a mighty hoard of spider-people swarmed him after every training session, anomaly mission, or particularly awkward sleep to fix their aching muscles.

Pavitr was the most recent to join the patient base.

"I've heard great things Miles, hope you won't disappoint." Pav groaned as he lay on the coach, arms flopped over his face. "I don't what I did yesterday but my abs feel AWFUL."

"Too much flexing in the mirror?" Miles jabbed with a smirk before resting his fingers on Pavitr's stomach.

He elected to ignore the subtle jump his friend made when his fingers made contact, putting it down to nerves. Understandable, it wasn't every day you asked your best friend to use his knockout-level shocking ability to ease some muscle cramps.

But once the current started bubbling into Pavitr's core, something else started bubbling out of it.

"You ok?" Miles raised an eyebrow, attention still focused on controlling how much shock he was administering.

Pav gave a groan in response, which only worried Miles further. Maybe he had started too strong? Pav was one of the smaller spider-people, he should probably ease up.

As Miles reduced his shock level though, Pavitr seemed to struggle even more to contain himself. His arms had moved from comfortably propping his head up to covering his face - with one hand gripping the couch cushions like his life depended on it.

Miles was completely perplexed. "Pav? What's going on?" He asked, shifting his hands higher on the kid's torso as a last ditch attempt to see if a different muscle might be easier for Pav to work with.

Apparently that did it, though.

Pavitr gave a noise somewhere between a screech and TV static, before locking his hands around Miles' wrists and bursting into giggles.

"Okokokokahahay Mihihiles wahahait!" Pav begged, curling in on himself with his hair falling over his face.

Miles grinned, completely abandoning his idea from 30 seconds ago to give up and let Pav leave. "Ohhh...."

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Pav cackled. "I cahan't help ihihit!"

"This whole time, you were just too ticklish to handle it?" Miles laughed, moving his hands lower again onto Pavitr's abs.

"I am not!" Pav shrieked at the movement, before straightening himself up to prove his point.

"You sure?"

In a stroke of evil genius, Miles switched tactics. He gripped around Pav's hips and sent pulsing shocks at random intervals through the bone.

The poor spiderman didn't stand a chance. Pav launched himself as far into the couch cushions as possible (so about 10cm from his initial position) with a squeal, hips bucking with every shock.

"NONONO Miles please I cAHAHAN'T HAHAndle ihit wAHAIT!" Pavitr gasped, his face redder than his suit.

"But Pav..." Miles said, mock-sympathy tainting his innocent face. "I'm helping."

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Tickletober days 4 and 5 will be a little late 😅 fingers crossed I'll get them written up tomorrow 😎

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TT2023 Masterpost Pt 2

I'm going to try and upload some TT fics from 2023 (prompt list here) alongside my 2024 fics, and I'll link them below.

They'll also probably be pretty short (unless I get carried away lmao) so don't expect massive fics going into it hehe 😅

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SECRET (old) [heartstopper] - Charlie is watching Nick's rugby practices when he notices something interesting about his boyfriend

what lurks in the dark

FULL MOON [The Originals (TVDU)] - Klaus always gets antsy around the full moon. Luckily Elijah remembers a way to calm him down

witch/wizard

graveyard

creep

POTION [Heartstopper (nick/charlie)]

ALIEN [Doctor Who (11 + Amy + Rory)] - The Doctor insists being ticklish is a strictly human thing. While Rory initially believes him, Amy is quick to prove otherwise.

PAYBACK FOR A SCARE [rwrb (henry/alex)]

skeleton

immortal

SPELL/CURSE

fangs

FRIGHT

CACKLE [Stranger Things (Steddie)] - Eddie hears Steve's true laugh, and desperately wants to hear it again

COMFORT AFTER A SCARY MOVIE

SHADOW

CAMPING

ritual

MISCHIEF

laboratory

caught

THE BATTLE OF GOOD VS EVIL

candy

black cat

FALL

COBWEBS

woods/forest

POSION

trick or treat

halloween party

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(2023) TickleTober Day 3 - Full Moon

Fic Descript - Full moons are a difficult time for Klaus, but luckily his older brother remembers the best way to help him relax

~A/N  - Hi!

With the ~great success~ (/s) of my tickletober last year (2023), I've decided to try and catch up on a few days throughout October this year (2024).

THESE WILL BE SHORT - like probably a few hundred words short. Just so I can get through them all plus my regular TT fics this time around.

This is an originals fic (from TVD universe) from an anon prompt:

Apologies it's literally a year late lmao

- Enoy! ~

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The days before the full moon always meant Klaus was in for a rough ride - and no matter how much he prepared himself for it, it never failed to knock him off his feet.

It was like every system in his body was simultaneously at two ends of the extremes. He was exhausted, while full of unbearably hyperactive energy. He was awfully aware of every inch of his skin, but it didn't feel like his own. His bones ached, yet felt invincible. And he felt so, so defeated by it all.

For the most part, he hid his weakness well - using bursts of anger and frustration when anyone came close to realising just how tired he was. But he couldn't keep up the ruse forever. It was killing him. And so, under the cover of darkness (when he assumed everyone would be asleep), he silently fell apart.

It was one of these nights that Elijah happened to stumble across him. Slumped against the window, his arms pressed against his head, quivering. It was one of the rare moments that Klaus looked as helpless, innocent, and soft as when he was a child - and for a moment Elijah had no idea what to do.

But, as if on cue, a memory plucked itself from the furthest corners of Elijah's mind. It wasn't often he was able to remember any positive childhood nostalgia, especially regarding Klaus, but it almost seemed more impossible that he could have forgotten something as important as this.

Without a word, Elijah knelt down next to his brother and gently pulled Klaus towards him. He truly was expecting some sort of protest, Klaus tensing his muscles, snapping out a threat, anything... But his brother just fell into his lap and looked up with those weak, scared eyes - unsure but desperate for Elijah to help him.

"May I?" Elijah whispered calmingly, hoping Klaus would catch on to his plan and relax a little.

But there was no response. Klaus just stared, waiting. So, Elijah made his best judgement, and decided to begin regardless.

He began to run his fingers along Klaus's stomach, and it only took a few seconds before it seemed like his brother had realised what his plan was. For the first time in almost a week, Klaus's face twitched into a bashful smile. Elijah couldn't help but grin in response - making Klaus hide his face behind his hands with a chuckle-y groan.

"Pleased to see this still works for you Niklaus." Elijah hummed genuinely. "And that you're still just as ticklish as when we were younger."

"I'll ehend yohou..." Klaus tittered, but did nothing to fight against his brother's fingertips that were now tracing shapes around his lower ribs.

The constant tingling sensation seemed to set his brain back to normal. It was just enough stimulation to tire him out, without completely overwhelming him. The only part of his body that he could pay any attention to was the parts getting the tickly attention from his brother. It was enough for his mind to latch on to, without filling it with racing thoughts.

And, of course, it was coming from his older brother. One of the few people in the world he felt he could truly trust.

Maybe full moons wouldn't be so bad after all.

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(2024) TickleTober Day 3: Fight, Flight, or Freeze - Triggering Instincts

Fic Descript - Steven is worried about how he would react if he got into a situation without Marc to fall back on, so Marc 'helps'.

~A/N  - First Moon Knight fic in a hot minute!

Bit of a short one this time around but I'm trying to let myself do short fics for tickletober in the hopes I can actually post most (if not all) of the days ^^

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

Masterpost Link 

TickleTober Masterpost

As much of a whirlwind of emotions having an alter-ego assassin sharing his brain was, Steven's brain couldn't help but jump to an (albeit logical) end-of-the-world possibility just to freak himself out.

What would happen if, for some unknown reason, Marc couldn't take the body? And the suit couldn't be activated? And he didn't have any of his super-human powers?

What would happen if he got mugged, or attacked, or assaulted, and he was just regular old scaredy-cat Steven?

Thankfully, he knew just the man to ask. Marc would have the answers, of course he would.

But when he brought up his insecurity of how he would react in an actual situation while unsupported, and Marc offered to simulate the stress that would trigger his Fight, Flight, or Freeze instinct, he didn't expect the conversation to end up like this.

"Good to know you'd just roll over like a puppy dog." Marc grinned, digging his fingers into Steven's ribcage. "Kill them with cuteness huh?"

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP MAHAHARC!" Steven squealed - the third one since Marc had started his attack.

The pair were a tangled mess. Steven was half on his side, with Marc kneeling on either side of Steven's right leg (his left was free, but at this point was uselessly pushing against the floor next to Marc to try and get away). Steven's hands attempted to grab at Marc's but that effort proved fruitless very quickly.

"THIHIS IHIHSN'T FAHAHAIR!"

"I thought you wanted unfair?" Marc continued with a smirk. "No rules in a street fight bud."

Steven was curling tighter and tighter around his assailant's hands with each passing second, his energy seeping through his fingers leaving him defenseless. "MAHAHAHARC PLEHEHEASE! I'M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!"

Marc rolled his eyes at his counterpart's dramatics, but slowed his fingers to a crawl before sliding them out from Steven's hold.

As the poor Englishman lay panting on the floor, Marc ruffled his hair. "You'll be fine. You're a capable guy."

It was Steven's turn to roll his eyes. "After all that, you'd still say I'm 'capable'?"

"Well," Marc laughed a little. "Either way, you're stuck with me. So you don't have to worry."

Steven smiled.

"Well, aside from worrying about this." Marc added, before jumping on top of Steven and bringing the poor man to hysterics all over again.

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(2024) TickleTober Day 2: Scared - Turn it off

Fic Descript - While finishing his late-night duties, Merlin finds Arthur wide awake in his bed in a bit of a panic. Luckily, the manservant has an idea on how to stop the king's mind from spiraling further.

~A/N  -

Day 2 for TickleTober2024! I've had the idea for this fic kind of floating around in my head for a while so I'm excited to see how it turns out!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

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TickleTober Masterpost

Some would argue the castle at night is an unnerving experience. The usual bustle and business of the corridors replaced with eerie silence and empty space, each near-silent sound echoing through the halls tenfold compared to where it would normally be absorbed by daily kingdom life.

To Merlin though, this was the only moment of peace he had the privilege of enjoying. Nobody yelling his name to give him yet another task, nobody questioning what specific job he was completing or whether it was worth doing. Just him and the concrete walls he lived in, especially now that he practically knew the guard's routes and could easily avoid a quick but still awkward acknowledgement of each others existence.

At least, that was the way it usually was.

As he made his way silently into the king's chambers to return some freshly cleaned shirts, his eyes settled on the pale figure hunched on the edge of the bed and facing the window.

Merlin pushed away his immediate reaction of concern and rolled his eyes, trying to convince himself it was just Arthur being strange - nothing to worry about. If anything it was just an inconvenience that meant he would have to return later to put away the washing.

Merlin slowly turned towards the door, not realising one of the shirts had caught on the edge of a silver chalice sitting on Arthur's dresser. The clattering sound made both men jolt, but what truly took Merlin aback was Arthur's face.

The king looked like he had seen a ghost. Sweat was beading on his forehead, dark circles decorated his eyes, and his face was sunken and pale.

"Are you alright?" Merlin asked before he could think, his tone more genuine than he had ever used with Arthur.

"I'm fine." Arthur replied flatly, quickly wiping his face and standing up to walk around the bed closer to Merlin. "Completely fine."

Well that was worrying. Merlin thought. Where was the usual insult? The bickering? The 'what are you doing in my chambers?' questions? Clearly something really was wrong.

"Arthur you look awful." Merlin continued, moving closer to where Arthur stood.

That at least earnt a half-snicker as Arthur sunk onto the bed with his head in his hands. "I suppose I do."

Deciding that was as good an invitation as any, Merlin sat next to his king and continued. "What's the matter?"

Arthur shook his head. "I just can't sleep."

Even though he knew Arthur couldn't see, Merlin gave him a look. "Right. What's actually going on?" He accompanied the question with a light shoulder bump. "Is it the duel tomorrow?"

The king took a breath, running a hand through his hair. "I think so?"

Merlin nodded, "ok-?"

Arthur thrust his hands down. "But I don't know why! It's not like I haven't fought before!" He exclaimed, flopping backwards onto the mattress. "I'm good with a sword, and it's only a duel! A game! Childs play!"

"Well there's a lot at stake for you, game or not." Merlin rationalised (once he had recovered from the sudden snap of Arthur's rare outpour of feelings). "You represent your people and your knights, and everyone knows how important it is right now to create a bond with your opponent's kingdom. No wonder you're nervous."

There was a pause, and Merlin hoped it was Arthur truly contemplating what he had said.

Arthur sighed and let out a breathy chuckle as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Once again Merlin, I find myself in awe of your random, uncharacteristic wisdom and empathy."

"And once again I can't tell if that's a compliment." Merlin replied without missing a beat.

Arthur laughed again - a little more naturally this time - as a soft silence settled over the room. With anyone else this level of quiet would feel unbearably awkward, but somehow it brought comfort to the pair (though under normal circumstances both would stubbornly blame it on the relief of the other finally shutting up).

"In all seriousness though," Merlin spoke after a few moments. "You need sleep."

"How can I." Arthur asked, his voice weaker than Merlin had ever heard it. "I've been up the last three nights tossing and turning but it's like my mind won't stop replaying all the awful things that could happen." He once again flopped flat onto his back. "It's plagued my every thought... To be honest, tonight's the first time i feel like I've smiled in days."

Merlin couldn't help but warm a little at that, even more so at the idea bubbling at the back of his mind. "I could help you smile a little more, if you'd like?"

That earnt a chuckle. "You're not going to tell me your awful jokes, are you?" Arthur asked sarcastically.

With a playful scowl, Merlin poked the king's outstretched side - making Arthur flinch with a giggle.

Weirdly enough though, Arthur didn't move to protect himself from another attack. And, a genuine smile remained settled on his face staring at the ceiling.

Merlin was smirking at this point, taking his majesty's response as a quite-literal open arms invitation to continue.

As soon as Merlin scooted himself closer to Arthur and began poking the man's ribs, it was as if Arthur's conscious remembered he should be protesting.

"Mer-Merlin wait!" Arthur stuttered, that genuine beam still gracing his features as his hands caught the Warlock's. "If you mean you're going to... to-... Merlin no that's... that's childish..."

"Well you wanted to smile, didn't you?" Merlin grinned, catching both of Arthur's hands with one of his own and pushing them above the king's head. "Seems to be working so far."

Arthur spluttered out segments of begging in between anticipatory giggles, pushing at Merlin's hands all the while. "Merlin wahait! I cahan't- I'll- Plehease!"

Merlin rolled his eyes, trying to look nonchalant. "I haven't even done anything yet you big baby." - but he couldn't help the soft grin painting his face.

As Merlin's fingers touched down against Arthur's torso, Arthur thrust the last of his energy into attempting to maintain his ruse of denial. Denying that this would help, denying that this was what he needed, denying that Merlin could possibly have a good idea.

But Arthur quickly realised just how gentle Merlin was actually tickling him - how the servant was scuttling his fingers with just enough pressure to make him laugh while still being able to breathe easily. And once he noticed Merlin wasn't actually pinning his hands anymore - Arthur found he was really fighting against something else.

The fact that he was secretly adoring the teasy attention, that he was loving how his overthinking brain had been happily overwhelmed and overpowered by the playful threat. And most of all, grateful he could trust Merlin not to take it any further.

So he let himself laugh. Let himself fall into the unbearable sensations and completely float away from anything that was worrying him. He could stress about his royal image or how much Merlin would hold this above him later. He was finally ok.

When Merlin's fingers eventually slowed, Arthur couldn't get himself to stop smiling.

And even when the anxiety of tomorrow's looming competition threatened to send Arthur into another panicked spiral, the memory of Merlin's tickle attack flooded his brain and thrust a blushing grin onto his face all over again.

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🥳🥳 we hit 100 followers!! Super excited for all of you to see the tickletober fics coming out this month!!

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(2024) TickleTober Day 1: Harvest - Going against the Grain

Fic Descript - Bruce agrees to help out on the Kent farm and, after an off-handed comment from Clark, he decides to see how ticklish superman actually is.

~A/N  - Welcome to ticklecrowber2024!!!! (forgive the corny title hehehehehe)

We're starting off this month with a super cute superbat fic requested by an anon. While writing it I'm realising this is gonna be a pre-relationship romantic fic, so hopefully that floats your boat.

Like I mentioned on a post ages ago, I'm not aiming to write full fics for all the prompts this year to hopefully avoid burnout so I'm going into this aiming for a few hundred words - we'll see how that goes.

Hope you like it!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

Masterpost Link 

TickleTober Masterpost

One of the (few) things Bruce hated about being in love with someone was the way it made him do things.

And not in a suggestive or psychological way, literally he felt compelled to gain some sort of relationship 'brownie points' to subtly prove his worth as a potential partner.

Which was how he had ended up here, about to knock on the door of Clark's farm home.

When superman mentioned needing to do some hard labour around the fields up in Kansas, Bruce found himself offering to help before he could even blink. It wasn't until Clark enthusiastically accepted that the batman fully realised what he had gotten himself into.

Mixing their work and personal lives? At Clark's house no less? Doing something that probably was effortless for Clark, but would be a significant physical strain for Bruce? What was he thinking?! He'll look like a fool...

But, as much as his brain loved to insist on how much of a bad idea this was, Bruce had resisted the temptation to cancel.

And so, he now found himself raising his fist and tapping the wooden door-frame.

"Bruce!" Clark grinned, opening the door fully.

The man was dressed so stereotypically farm-y, Bruce thought to himself. Brown leather boots half-covered by a pair of old denim jeans, topped with a plain white tee and - god he looked good in that red flannel...

"-are you... did you want to come in?" Clark chuckled.

Shit, had Clark invited him in already? Was he that distracted by the superhero in front of him that he fully disregarded any input other than the sight- wait it's happening again-

"Yes!" Bruce blurted out, interrupting his own thoughts. "Sorry, yes. Thanks."

Ugh love made him a mess.

As Clark narrated and explained his way through his humble abode, Bruce couldn't help but get stuck in his own head - again. He barely registered that they had left the house and were now walking through the wheat fields. He knew Clark was giving some really important information as to what exactly they needed to do and where they would need to do it, but it was almost as if his brain was more focused on the sound of Clark's voice than what it was actually saying.

Until Clark giggled.

Like a gunshot, Bruce locked onto the sound with unbridled curiosity. What had caused it? Would it happen again? Whatever it was clearly didn't phase Clark, as he was back to talking about whatever farmyard jargon that was interrupted earlier.

A few more moments passed, and Bruce had never been more focused on Clark's surroundings. What could possibly have made superman laugh like that? And how common of an occurrence was it if Clark didn't even acknowledged it?

Thankfully, it happened again - with Bruce watching the whole thing.

As Clark walked, a few stray spikes of wheat brushed against his bare lower forearms (where he had rolled up the aforementioned flannel). His hand twitched reflexively, and he once again let out a soft giggle at the sensation.

And, once again. Bruce's mouth moved before his brain could catch up.

"What was that?"

Clark half-turned his torso to face Bruce. "Oh, it just tickles."

Bruce flushed at the casualness of Clark's response.

"It's actually one of my favourite parts of walking through here..." Clark continued with a genuine smile. "Something so small being so intense, makes me feel soft.... alive... human..."

Only Clark could make getting tickled by a plant sound so endearing, it was almost enough to make Bruce forget the huge tidbit of Clark lore that had just been revealed to him.

Superman's ticklish??

He didn't have much time to feel the full shock of that information, as Clark was already several paces ahead of him. Bruce half-skipped to catch up, and as he did, something in his mind convinced him to snap off a piece of wheat from beside him.

As they continued their walk towards the edge of the field where they were about to begin work, and Clark continued yapping, Bruce ran his fingers over the wheat piece in his hand. Was he seriously about to try to tickle superman? Would Clark be alright with it? Would he find it weird and repulsive and never speak to Bruce again cause how could he possibly think that was a normal thing to-

stop - Bruce interrupted himself.

no overthinking

Bruce took a breath, slightly sped up his footsteps to bring himself right behind Clark, and ran the wheat stalk along the side of Clark's neck.

Clark folded with a shriek and a giggle, his smile never fading as he gave Bruce a quizzical look.

That smile was all the invitation Batman needed.

With a smirk, Bruce tackled Clark into the wheat next to them and climbed on top of his chest before frantically twiddling the wheat stem against any potentially ticklish bare skin he could find. Clark's neck, ears, collarbones - even the small patch on his tummy that was exposed from his shirt riding up as they fell - nothing was safe.

And Clark's laughter was like birdsong - it was the most free, happy, genuine giggling Bruce had ever heard. So much so, the billionaire opted to snatch another piece of wheat to use in his free hand against Clark's forearms - which were currently doing fuck-all to fight against the tickly attacks (aside from clinging to and breaking some nearby wheat stems, but Bruce theorised that was mostly for Clark to resist fighting back... cute).

After a sufficient tickling, Bruce paused - mentally checking for any signs of annoyance on Clark's face and letting the man calm down for a few moments.

"Why'd you stop?" Clark asked breathily without missing a beat, and now looking slightly disappointed.

Once again caught aback by Clark's openness, Bruce stuttered and floundered for an answer. "I... I was just... I wanted to... make sure... you..."

Clark laughed. "No need to panic, it was just a question."

Bruce chuckled, still a little embarrassed.

"You always worry so much." Superman smiled, poking Bruce's neck with one of the wheat stalks he had snatched during the tickle-attack to emphasise his point.

Bruce squeaked (though he would later insist this wasn't true), his face flushing a deep red.

"Oh?" Clark grinned menacingly, rolling himself and Bruce over to flip their positions with clearly little-to-no effort. "The dark, scary batman is ticklish too?"

oh god

And, after being thoroughly tickled, Bruce spent the entire time they worked on the farm trying to convince himself the look on his own face before Clark tickled him definitely wasn't nervous excitement, and that he definitely wouldn't give anything do it all again.

Definitely not.