#ler!marcspector

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

If it is Marc you all want, then Marc you all shall get >:)

Marc Spector Tkl Bot!!

(This one isn’t as good as my other bots, but I hope you guys enjoy using it anyway!! ♥️♥️)

So, MoonKnight won as the next tkl bot I make! :)

But the question is…

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For requests, could you do a Moonknight tickle fic with Lee Steven and Ler Marc ❤️:) Maybe Steven's had a rough day and Marc knows the best way to cheer him up ❤️:)

Thank you for the request anon!! I’m always happy to write for my boys <3

Requests r still open if you guys wanna send anything! Fandom list is in my pinned :]

Marc was surprised to not hear that usual friendly greeting when his brother came home from the museum that day.

He perked his head up to see Steven, who was trudging into the flat before slumping down onto the couch.

“Hey, buddy. What’s up with you?” Marc asked, heading over to the couch and leaning over the back.

The Brit sighed, holding his head in his hands.

“Nothing… It’s just been a bit of a bloody awful day..” Steven muttered.

“Aw, bud. I’m sorry to hear it.” Marc walked around the couch to sit next to his counterpart, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, I’m just glad I’m home.” Steven leant back, staring up at the ceiling with a soft huff. Marc gave him a look of sympathy.

It wasn’t exactly a rare occasion when Steven had someone to complain about after coming home from work. Much was expected when working in customer service.

But if it wasn’t an arrogant customer, it was Donna.

“Anything I can do to cheer you up at least?”

The Brit shook his head, leaning back forward again.

“Nah, you don’t have to do anything, mate.”

Despite Steven’s polite decline, Marc did want to help. I mean, Steven would be doing the same for him.

Marc allowed the gears to turn in his head… before he got an idea. One that actually hadn’t been done too recently, and the avatar was almost appalled it was that way (not that he’d admit it).

“You sure? I’ve got a pretty good idea.” Marc crooned, the playfulness pretty clear in his voice.

Steven gave his brother a confused glance, before his eyes widened at the sight of Marc wiggling his fingers at him.

“Woah, hold on-! Marc, you- We don’t have to do that!” Steven protested, scrambling backwards on the couch in a clumsy attempt to create a distance between him and Marc.

“Oh, I think we do! It’s been a while since any of us have pulled a stunt like this around here, and I already know how much you love it!” Marc sang, shuffling closer to the Brit.

The man squeaked, holding up his hands defensively. Big mistake, because Marc simply grabbed them, holding them down by Steven’s sides.

“Oi! Nohoho, come on! You always bloody play dirty!” He giggled nervously, tugging at his wrists to no avail while the avatar straddled his waist.

“I’m not playing dirty! I wouldn’t exactly call trying to cheer my best bud up ‘dirty play’!”

Before Steven could argue, Marc swiftly released his wrists to dig his fingers into his brother’s stomach, in which he earned a giggly shriek.

“MahAHARC-!”

“Hehe, I forgot how ticklish your belly was!” Marc chuckled, tickling the sensitive area before moving to his sides.

Steven enveloped his face with his hands, feeling it begin to rapidly warm up.

“Yohohoure such a prahahahahat-!”

The avatar gasped, removing one hand from Steven’s torso to place it upon his chest in dramatic offence.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help you feel better!” He then smirked as his hands made a dive for Steven’s ribs, digging in between the ticklish bones.

“GAH-! NAHAHO!” Steven squealed, instinctively bringing his arms down to his sides, which only just effectively pinned Marc’s hands where they were.

“There we go! That’s that smile!” Marc cooed, sneaking one hand up into Steven’s armpit while the other stayed squeezing at his ribs.

“Okay, okay, I’m smilIHIHING! MAHAHARC!”

“Oh, I can see that! But I’m gonna make sure that smile stays there and doesn’t go away!~”

A giggly whine left Steven’s mouth while his brother continued to tickle him. But… he hadn’t pushed him away for even told him to stop yet.

They may end up being there for a while, which was fine with both of them.

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BRUV i was just rewatching moonknight (as one does 😌)

AND MARC SAYING “Steven, you need to stop. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.” GIVES OFF SUCH LER VIBES LIKE WHAT??

IT MAKES ME SO FLUSTERED EVERY TIME GODDAMN 🙈🙈

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hello! since you’re accepting drabbles/sentence starters, could you do “you’re so cute” with lee!steven and ler!marc and ler!jake please?

“Yohou’re so cuhuhute.” Marc cooed, squeezing at Steven’s sides, Jake poking around at his neck.

“bloOHOODY AHam nOHOhoT!” The Brit giggled, his cheeks stretched by his wide smile.

“We beg to differ!” Jake interjected. Steven shook his head, still giggling his head off.

“Oh no? What about this?” Marc questioned, bringing his hand down to repeatedly squeeze Steven’s knee.

“GAHAHA!-“ Steven’s laughter was cut off before long by multiple snorts. “MAHAHARC!!- *snrt*”

“Vos lo que queremos decir? Who wouldn’t find those snorts adorable??~” Jake announced.

“MEHE!- *snrt* IHI WOHOHOULD!! *snrt*”

“Hmmm okay, what about that smile?~” Marc teased. The gift-shopist shook his head again, hiding his flushed face in his hands as he squealed, half in embarrassment, half in the fact Marc’s hands had moved up to Steven’s thighs.

“You guhuys are ridiculous.”

The three had turned their heads to see Layla stood in the doorway of the flat, smiling as she rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m barely gone for long and you guys are already tormenting poor Steven!” she stated.

“Thahank you!” Steven declared. “Someone understahands the hell I’m beihing put through!” The Brit dramatically brought a hand up to his forehead.

“Sí, but he’s refusing to admit that he’s got the most adorable smile!~” Jake sang, gently nuzzling his face into Steven’s neck. Steven squealed and pushed at Jake’s head, a giddy grin accompanying his fiery cheeks.

“Hmmm, you’ve got a point there.” Layla thought aloud. “And his snohohorts too!”

“We were just saying!” Marc announced, vibrating a clawed hand into Steven’s tummy. “Tickltickltickl!~”

“NAHO YOU PRIHIHICK!!- *snrt*” Steven shrieked. The three avatars (well, one was a temporary avatar) gasped in shock.

“Excuse me?!”

“Qué fue eso?!”

“That’s not something to say to a friend, Steven!” Layla scolded, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink. Marc had crawled his hands up to Steven’s ribs now, and Jake had blown a strong raspberry against the Brit’s neck.

“WAHAIT IHIM- *snrt* I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Steven pleaded. “LAYLAHAHA HEHEHELP MEHE!”

“Hmmm normally I would, but since you said such offensive things about my husband, I no longer want to.” Layla mentioned, grinning as she watched the show from the counter. Her heart couldn’t help but warm up at the sight of Steven. Marc and Jake were right, he was pretty adorable when this kind of stuff occurred.

“MEHEHERCY!!” Steven cried. The two obeyed, Marc lifting his hands up and Jake lifting his head from Steven’s neck. They allowed Steven to sit up, curled in a ball as he heavily giggled residually.

“So, you gonna admit it, Hermano?” Jake asked.

“Huhuh?”

“Are you adorableee?~” Marc cooed, leaning over Steven with two sets of wiggling fingers.

“yeHEHES!! I ahaham!” Steven squealed.

“Bueno. And don’t you forget it!” Jake demanded sweetly. Steven nodded, still attempting to relieve himself of any leftover giggling. After a few moments, Layla cut off the silence.

“You three wanna grab a coffee or something?” The three all agreed simultaneously, hopping from the couch.

“I can pay though!” Steven insisted.

“Nah, don’t worry buddy. I’ll do it.”

“No, no. Dejame hacerlo.”

The three continued going back and forth about paying, and Layla laughed as she followed them out the door, closing it behind her.

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i’ve got a sentence starter for the moon boys if you want to use it “it’s like i’m speaking to a blank wall” idk if steven is zoned out or just to busy reading one of his many books. OH yeah lee!steven and ler!marc and ler!jake if you want

“I swear it’s like I’m talking to a blank wall!” was the first thing Jake heard as he walked through the door.

“Huh? What’s going on, Hermano?” He asked, Marc sat on the arm of the couch, Steven sat next to him, staring at one of his many Egyptian History books.

“This jerk keeps getting distracted by his books!” Marc groaned, shoving Steven slightly.

“Huh? What?” Steven questioned, shooting his head up.

“See what I mean?” Marc rolled his eyes. “Steven, I’m trying to ask you something, can you just-“ Marc was interrupted by seeing Steven lost in the pages of his book again. “Steven!” The Brit shot his head up once more.

“Huh?” Jake chuckled at the silly moment, he knew Marc was about to lose it, and it was pretty hilarious. Marc pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling slowly and as calmly as he could.

“I swear to god, I know you love Egypt and all, but if you read that thing one more time.” Marc growled.

… No response, obviously.

“That’s it.” The avatar had tackled Steven over on the couch, and he yelped in alarm as he was pinned on his back.

“Maharc wahAHAHAIT!-“ Steven was cut off as Marc pinched rapidly at Steven’s sides, causing him to pin his arms to his torso and drop his book. “Oh bollocks! Wahait let me gehEHET IIIT!!” The knight had interrupted himself with a squeal as Marc dug into his underarms.

“Jake! Get the book!” Marc demanded. Jake obliged, picking up the book and placing it on a nearby table.

“NOHO YOU TWAHATS!” Steven giggled hysterically.

“Perdón, Steven!? First you ignore your own brother, then you swear at the both of them?!” Jake gasped. He then shook his head in mock disapproval as he walked over to the couch and held the gift-shopist’s wrists above his head. “Volverse loco, amigo. Unless Steven wants to finally listen to you?” Jake asked, tilting his head above Steven and smirking that one smirk that makes Steven’s cheeks burn.

“I’ll hahave you know I was enjohoying that book, so noho.” Steven sassed, however unable to not titter anxiously. Jake and Marc grinned evilly at each other, (they weren’t surprised Steven had denied the threat).

“If you say so.” Marc answered, shrugging. He then suddenly snuck his head under Steven’s shirt, blowing a strong raspberry atop his stomach. Steven was definitely not expecting that (he was, wouldn’t be surprised if he actually wanted it). He shrieked, concealing his giddy grin and fiery cheeks in his arms, and he belly laughed as he just laid there and took the tickling. However, he could barely breathe once Jake began gently squeezing the back of his neck.

“STAHA- GUHUYS!!” Was all Steven could squeal through his wheezes that were close to turning silent. That was all the two needed to cease the torment and release the giggly mess that was Steven. Once free, he wrapped his arms around his sides, dabbing away tiny tears that had pricked in the corners of his eyes. “You twoho, are bloohoody insahane..” Steven breathed.

“Well, maybe if you were nice enough to listen to what I had to say.” Marc muttered aloud.

“Okahahay.” Steven giggled, turning to properly face Marc. “What was ihit?” Marc paused, thinking… before his eyes slowly widened.

“…I don’t remember.” There was a short silence before Jake snickered, and Steven couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, Marc holding his head in annoyance. He then stared daggers through the two, mainly at Steven.

“Ohoh, you think making me forget something is funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about, you little shit.”

“Hohold ohon Marc wait wait wAIT NOHOOO!!”

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Hey there! I had an idea for a moonknight prompt if you want it! Absolutely no pressure but even if you don’t want to write it’s a cute little idea for you! What if the reader wanted to ask Steven/Marc/Jake for tickles and was really nervous about it cause they didn’t get much affection growing up and are still learning how to do it but they end up building up the courage to ask and they’re all super proud because they recognize how big of a step it is for them! Have an awesome night! 💞💜💞

The Question

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I could tell you how sorry I am for how late this is, but I’d end up writing more than the word count T_T I really really really apologise that this is such a late answer, things for me were just kind of,,,,crazy after you sent it!!! Along with writers block :’[ But here it is, and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️❤️❤️

God. That was the third time you had thought about it today. You just wanted some affection. Well…a certain type of affection.

Basically, you had recently watched a movie with a scene where your two favourite characters had gotten into a tickle fight. And… to be honest, you could barely remember that last time that had even happened to you. You could only remember as far back as when you were really young. The scene looked like so much fun, it made you practically starving for just a few tickles.

The only problem was…you had no idea how to get some. You had a few ideas in mind, and you wanted to try them, just to see if it could work.

The morning you finally mustered up come courage, you were sat next to your friend Steven on the couch watching some TV. (He lived with his two brothers, Marc and Jake, who you were both very close with. You visited on occasion.) While Steven was distracted by the current Egyptian history episode, you extended your arms upwards in exaggeration, hoping he’d notice out the corner of his eye. However, it seemed like it just did nothing. You made sure he wasn’t looking before slightly pushing your shirt up to expose your bare stomach, before repeating the stretching process again.

“You alright, Y/N? You’ve been stretching quite a bit.” Steven mentioned. You flopped your arms back down, forcing a genuine smile.

“Oh, yeah! Just a little bit achey from training and everything, you know?” You answered. Steven smiled on realising everything was okay (from what he could see).

“Alright, mate.” He replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You fiddled with your hands slightly as you pushed your shirt back down.

“I’m just gonna head off to my room for a bit.” You responded, hopping off the couch and heading towards your door.

“Okay. See you in a bit!” Steven called. After you had shut your door behind you, you flopped onto your bed, before flipping over to stare at the ceiling.

Well, that didn’t work. You sighed, desperately trying to think of another way.

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Eventually, you had come up with another idea. You headed out your room, and saw Jake in the kitchen, seeming to be doing some washing up. Smirking mischievously, you slowly creeped up behind him. You got closer, and closer, and closer…until you grabbed the back of his shoulders, shouting some kind of crazy inhumane noise. Jake jolted and screamed before spinning around, his tense expression softening upon seeing you. You burst into hysterics, Jake sighing in frustrated relief.

“Dios mío, Y/N. You scared the shit outta me!” Jake leant against the counter, glaring daggers through you playfully as you continued laughing. “Pequeña mierda.” The older man growled, wrapping both his arms around you. You tensed slightly in his arms, was this actually gonna work? Jake relaxed his hold, tilting his head slightly at you. “You alright, amigo? You seemed kinda…jumpy just now.” Jake questioned.

“…You’re also pretty red.” He pointed out. Your eyes widened as you pressed a hand to your cheek, feeling it warming up against your touch.

“Whahahat??? No no no, I’m fine. I’m not red, why would I be red? I’m not embarrassed or anything, what’s there to be embarrassed about??” You rambled, sliding out Jake’s arms. Jake eyed you suspiciously, however chuckling to himself.

“Okahay. Anyway, I gotta quickly head out to do somethin’. I shouldn’t be long.” He mentioned, ruffling your hair. “See ya later, kid.”

“See you later!” You called. Your face instantly dropped back into a disappointed frown once you heard the door click shut. You breathed another sigh through your nose before heading back to the peaceful privacy of your room.

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As the day stretched into the afternoon, you soon resorted to going ‘Incognito Mode’ on your phone, blushing slightly as you searched up “How to get someone to tickle you.” The first result to come up stated: “If you want someone to tickle you, the best option is to just ask.” You stared at the result, pondering whether this would be a good idea or not. You decided to try, gathering up all the courage you could carry. You headed out your door, now finding Marc by the door, back from his date with Layla. You relaxed slightly. You were definitely closest with Marc, so you felt a lot more confident that you were asking him. He smiled upon seeing you, opening his arms up for a hug. You rushed toward him, returning the hug tighter.

“Hey there, lover boy. How was your date?” You teased, smirking at the older man.

“It went pretty well. I mean, of course it did. You know I’m the best at “charmin’ the ladies.”” He joked, winking at you. He earned a giggle in response. You looked down at your hands, beginning to fiddle with them again as you tried to speak.

“Uh, Marc?” You asked.

“Yeah, kid?” He replied. You found yourself struggling to utter any words the further the conversation went on. The confidence you had gathered together began to fall out your grasp.

“Can… can I.. ask you something?” You stuttered, a blush dusting your cheeks.

“Sure, Y/N. What’s going on?” Marc responded, an expression of slight concern spread across his features.

“Um… would you… can you…” You muttered. You didn’t realise how hard this would be until you actually did it.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You can tell me.” Marc consoled. You anxiously averted your vision from the avatar, your blush growing stronger.

“You know what? It- It doesn’t matter. Never mind.” You dismissed, swiftly trying to speed walk to your room. That was until a hand gently grabbed your wrist.

“Are you sure, kid? If anything’s on your mind or bothering you, I’m right here.” Marc mentioned. You nodded, once again forcing a loving smile. Marc returned the smile slightly, allowing you to head back to your room. Once you shut your door, you leant your back against it, sliding down to sit on the floor curled up in a ball, your chin rested on your arms.

Why was this so hard..?

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The afternoon had stretched into the evening a lot quicker than you had thought, and you found yourself laid across the couch, headphones on whilst blasting your favourite playlist in an attempt to cheer yourself up. Jake was still out, sending a reassuring message that he was being badly held up and that he’d hopefully be back soon, and Marc had gone to visit Steven at work so they could head back together.

Somehow, you had definitely received affection today, verbal and physical, but it just wasn’t the type you were looking for. You didn’t feel like bothering at this point, you felt like you’d only embarrass yourself further. You went limp on the couch, leaning your head against the arm rest as your eyes fluttered shut. Try as you might, you just couldn’t get the thought of tickles out of your head. You just wanted a few, is that so much to-

Suddenly the door burst open, loud enough to be heard past your headphones. You hurriedly took them off and put them to the side, ready to kick the ass of any intruder that dared to break in. However, it was just Marc, but with Steven hoisted over his shoulder? But not just Steven, a giggling and blushing Steven??

“maHAHarC blOOdY puT MEheHehE doHOWn!!” Steven pleaded, squirming in Marc’s firm hold.

“What- What’s going on??” You questioned in confusion, rising off the couch to walk closer, but not too close out of fear of Steven kicking you in the face.

“Well, this asshole thought he could get away with ‘borrowing’ some of my cookies for his lunch break!” Marc huffed.

“Oh, cohome on, Marc! You bloody knew what you were doihing making them vegan friendly!!” Steven complained.

“Yeah! Well- it’s a healthy alternative!” Marc protested. “Now, where were we..?~” He teased, hurling Steven onto the couch and straddling his waist before he could get up. You moved to stand in front of the couch, having a perfect view of the two avatars.

“Noho Mahaharc pleeeease!” Steven whined, covering his face as a blush dusted his cheeks. Marc began descending wiggly fingers towards the Brit below him, making him giggle madly before even being touched. Your eyes widened at the situation that unfolded before you. There was no way.

“Awww, cmon, Steven! You know how much you love tickles!~” Marc growled playfully before digging into Steven’s ribs. A massive deep blush enveloped your face accompanied by a flurry of butterflies dancing around your stomach upon hearing Marc announce… that word. And Steven loves it? Was it… actually a normal thing that happened between them? You occasionally visited but.. never saw this happen while you were around.

“mahAHAHARC!! WAHAHAIT!” Steven squealed, kicking his feet into the headrest you were previously laid on. Marc chuckled as he pushed up Steven’s shirt to have perfect access to his stomach. He smirked impishly as he gently vibrated a clawed hand into the sensitive area, eliciting another high-pitched squeal. “NAHAHO MAHAHAHAARC!!!” Steven shrieked.

You suddenly got an idea. And now, upon realisation that tickling wasn’t a new thing to these two, most of your previous doubt had somehow evaporated. You grinned, leaping onto Marc’s back.

“Don’t worry, Steven! I’ll save you!!” You declared, digging two clawed hands into Marc’s ribs. The avatar burst into surprised laughter, spinning around and crawling towards you slowly. You giggled anxiously as you crawled backwards into the arm rest.

“So, you want some tickles too?~” Marc sang, smirking teasingly at your blushy cheeks. You averted your eyes downward as you involuntarily grinned nervously, fiddling with your hands once more.

“Wehehell, um…” You hesitated.

“Weeeeell?~” Marc sang once more. At this point you thought it was now or never, so you blurted out the truth, squeezing your eyes shut as if you were about to get jump-scared.

“I wahas trying to ask you earlier!!”

…

Silence.

Suddenly you were scooped up and held bridal style in Marc’s arms.

“Oh my gowsh dis is jusht pwecious!~” Marc teased, swinging you gently in his arms.

“Oh my gohod please dohont make this a bihihig thiiiing.” You whined into your hands.

“So is that why you seemed off today?” Steven playfully questioned, rising from the couch. You nodded, giggling shyly into your palms. “Well, what stopped you from asking in the first place?” He asked.

“Wehell…it’s not everyday you see someone walk up to someone else and say ‘Hey! I want you to tickle me!’, do you?” You stated. The two avatars chuckled at your remark. “I just thought you’d find it a bit.. strange, y’know.” You admitted.

“Hey, Y/N. There is nothing you could ever tell us that could make us think you’re strange.” Marc sweetly demanded. “Same goes for Jake,too.”

“That’s right, you can tell any of us anything.” Steven added. Marc then adjusted his hold on you slightly so his hand was rested on your side while still holding you up.

“Anyway, we’re both super proud that you were able to tell us.” Marc mentioned sweetly. “So, let’s give ya what you asked for.~” Marc finished before gently squeezing your side. A surprised squeak left your lips before you clasped your hands over your mouth. “Awww! Barely a second in and I already can’t handle your adorableness!!~” Marc gasped, resuming the torment on your side. You groaned in embarrassment through your giggles, squirming in Marc’s hold.

“Shuhuhut uuuup!” You protested, your face nothing but a massive blush.

“How dare you, Y/N!” Steven gasped, giving a gentle squeeze just above your kneecap. You didn’t expect yourself to squeal.

But you did.

You kicked your leg out, almost kicking Steven in the face.

“Whohoah! Someone’s getting squirmy.~” Marc teased, gently lowering you down onto the floor. He then sat cross-legged on the floor, pulling you into his lap so you had somewhere comfy to lie instead of the hard wooden boards. Steven sat next to you both, giggling as he watched the show, which was somehow just as flustering. “Tkltkltkl!~” Marc cooed, scribbling over your ribs, eliciting higher-pitched giggling. Enveloping your crimson face with your hands and unwillingly pinning your elbows to your sides, you kicked your legs and kept brushing Steven’s knee.

“Oh? You want me to get in on this too? Why, of course Y/N!” Steven announced, wrapping your ankle in a headlock and spidering up and down your socked foot. You let out another louder squeal, shaking your head as your squirming increased slightly. “Ooooh! Maaarc I think I got a good spot!” The Brit announced, grinning cheekily.

“nOHoHOHo yOHOu diHIHIDNT!!” You squealed once more when Marc found your underarms, wiggling his fingers into the sensitive area.

“Looks like I found an even better one!~” Marc teased.

“GUHUYS!!” You laughed. “IHIT TICKLEHEHEHES!!!”

“And? We haven’t heard you complaining about it!” Steven mentioned, that mischievous smile refusing to detach from his mouth. Suddenly, there was a *CLICK*.

“Damn traffic. Hola amigos, what’s going-“

The three of your heads whipped towards the door, Jake staring at the blushy mess that was you on the floor, his head tilted slightly. He was smirking that type of smirk, leaning against the doorway. “Well, well, well. Que está pasando aqui?~” Jake questioned. “You guys been torturing poor Y/N?”

“And? They asked for it!~” Marc protested.

“Did they?” Jake asked, his smirk growing as he knelt down next to Marc. “Aww, quieres un poco de cosquillas?~” Jake sang, ruffling your hair affectionately.

“Be quiehehet, mohoron.” You joked, swatting his hand away.

“We’re not hearing any deni-al!~” Steven teased in a sing-song tone. Jake moved around to sit next to your head, holding out two of his hands.

“Here, amigo. Put ‘em where you want.” Jake offered politely. You stared at his hands, unable to hold back a flustered grin before you took them and brought them up to place them on both sides of your neck. The avatar grinned as he began poking and scribbling his gloved fingers over the requested area. The three all awed at how you scrunched up your shoulders and giggled your head off.

“Que lindo!~” Jake gushed. He then lowered down to nuzzle into your neck. “Tkltkltkl cariño!~” You practically shrieked as you began to belly laugh, gently pushing at Jake’s head.

“JAHAHAKE!! DOHONT DO THAHAHAT!!!” You squealed. Jake then leant away from your neck, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Do you really not want him to, kid?” Marc tilted his head down at you. You groaned as you once again hid behind your hands.

“Yohou know what I mehehean!!” You giggled.

“Alright, amigo.~” Jake answered.

As long as you were happy and comfortable, so were they. Jake then continued nuzzling, this time into your collarbone, which felt even better worse. Feeling the soft bristles of his moustache brush against your skin was enough to make you melt into a puddle of giggly squealing mush. Marc then joined in, sneaking his hands back into your armpits, eliciting another shriek.

“NAHA MAHAHARC!!!” You screamed, pinning your arms down to your sides once more.

“Sorry Y/N, you’ve trapped my hands! I gotta get them out!” Marc shrugged. “Steven! Get their tummy!~”

“Oooh, yeah! Haven’t been there yet, have we?” Steven obeyed, shuffling to sit beside your torso. He then slid his hands under your shirt to playfully spider over your belly with an occasional squeeze. All this reduced you to a scarlet-cheeked belly laughing mess, but you were loving it.

The jokey teases.

The warmth.

The playfulness.

Everything.

However, you soon felt like you could barely grasp a single breath of oxygen at this point, so you gently tapped against Marc’s leg, unable to conjure up any coherent pleads of surrender. Marc then paused his wiggling fingers, Jake stopped his nuzzling, and Steven halted his spidering hands. Practically gulping back oxygen, you curled in on yourself to try and cover up the tingling areas of your body.

“Thahanks, guys.” You muttered, leaning against Marc’s chest.

“We’re happy to help you anytime, Y/N.” Steven replied, smiling softly with the other two.

“De nada, querido.” Jake responded.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. If you ever need tickles like this, just ask.” Marc assured, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. You nodded, sinking into the hold. “So, anyone want a cookie?” Marc questioned. You, Steven and Jake all declared “Yeah!”. Marc chuckled and gently lifted you out of his lap and headed towards the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “Hey, Y/N! For you!” Marc called, hurling it towards you before you luckily caught it. You beamed, unscrewing the lid.

”Thanks, Marc.” You gratefully replied, taking a much needed swallow.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.~ There’s only one left.” Marc teasingly remarked. Everyone’s eyes went to Steven, who was smiling nervously and scooching backwards.

“Ihi only borrowed some for my lunch break, remember?!” Steven rambled.

“Without asking?” Marc argued.

“Hmmm I dunno, hermano. Seems like we’ve got a criminal here.” Jake sighed, shaking his head.

“Dohont you two blohohoody dARE-“ Steven yelped as Marc lunged toward him, knocking him onto the floor.

“You must know what happens to criminals, right Steven?” Jake questioned, wiggling his fingers. You sighed and giggled, clambering up onto the couch and popping your earbuds back in.

A few minutes later, a squeal erupted beyond your blasting music. You opened an eye to see Steven’s face being kept secret by his own hands, while Marc gently dug into his underarms and Jake mercilessly squeezed his kneecaps. You grinned and took your earbuds out, however still shutting your eyes once more.

Steven’s laughter was all the music you needed.

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Dear anon who sent this ask, i am gonna finish this i swear! I just,,,haven’t been able to I’ve been super busy and last week was,,,pretty mentally draining :’[ I am still writing it but I should have it posted this week!!

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OH. MY. GOD. THE LEE MOOD CHOKEHOLD THIS SCENE HAS ON ME. I SCREAM INSIDE EVERY TIME I HEAR HIM SAY “Gotcha!” BECAUSE ITS JUST- SO FUCKIN TEASY AND FLUSTERING IN THE CONTEXT OF TWORDS OMG 😭😭💓💓💓

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OMG THIS @parker-fluff POST HAS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL WEEK AND YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT W THE MOON BOYS <3333

(That morning)

Steven: *washing up some dishes from breakfast*

Marc and Jake: *chuckling behind his back*

Steven: *turns around* what’re you two doing??

Jake: Ohhhh y’know, Steven. Just doin’ what we were told.~ *wiggling his fingers*

Marc: *does the same while he and Jake creep closer to Steven*

Steven: *nervously walks backwards into the counter* whahahat?!

Jake: *laughs evilly as he leaps towards Steven with a tickle attack to the sides* >:)

Steven: *audible gasp* jAHaHAHakE!! *gently shoving at his arms*

Marc: >:D *goes for his underarms*

Steven: *scream* GUHUYS!!

Marc: Ahalright, alright. Cmon, Jake let the guy go to work.

Jake: >:] *lets up*

Steven: *catching his breath as he goes to grab his coat* whyhy did you bloody do that??

Jake: ohhh, no reason. Like we said, just doing what we were told.~

Steven: ??? Whatever, see you two later! *heads out the door holding his coat*

Steven: *shuts the door and faces opposite from the elevator down the hall, checking he has everything he needs*

Steven: *suddenly feels a finger slide up his back*

Steven: *squeals and turns around to see Layla behind him*

Layla: Hey, Steven! :]

Steven: ಠ//_//ಠ I uhhh forgot you were visiting today!

Layla: Yeah! Nice to see you, but You better head off to work. We can chat once you’re back :)

Steven: Alright. *opens his arms for a hug* :)

Layla: >:] *digs into his underarms*

Steven: *SQUEAL* D:< That’s it! No hug for you! *storms off towards the elevator, putting his coat on*

Layla: Sehee you later, Steven!~

(Later that day)

Steven: *just taking his lunch break*

Steven: *suddenly feels a poke to his ribs*

Steven: *screams and spins around*

Donna: wohoah, bloody hell. Calm down, Stevie.~

Steven: DONNA?! *pauses* 0-0 *clears his throat* what wahas that for???

Donna: Nothing, Stevie. Just following the sign. 😏

Steven: *confused as hell* wahahat sign???

Donna: Oh, you know ;) *walks away*

Steven: ?????? *just a confused and flustered mess*

(Later that early evening)

Steven: *just finishing a few things before the museum shuts*

“Hey, buddy!”

Steven: *looks up to see Marc and Jake behind the counter*

Steven: :D Hi, you two! Where’s Layla?

Marc: Back at the flat. How’s your day been?

Steven: •///_///• uhum.. kind of strange.

Jake: 😏 how so, Hermano?

Steven: well… *fiddling with his hands* everyone’s been bloody tickling me!

Marc: Oh, yeah? I wonder why…~

Steven: 🤨 What did you guys do..?

Jake: I’m surprised you haven’t looked in a mirror at ALL todahay.~

Steven: ಠ_ಠ *dashes off to the bathrooms*

Jake&Marc: *very badly trying to fight back laughter*

Steven: *storms out of the bathrooms with a piece of paper that says ‘Tickle Me!’* YOU BLOODY TWATS STUCK THIS TO MY SHIRT?!

Jake&Marc: *literally wheezing and dying*

Steven: You’re bloody lucky no one else in the museum saw! Or anyone in public!! >:( besides Donna.. ,//-//,

Marc: Thahat coat really did you a favour, huhuh?

Steven: >:[ *stomps over with the piece of paper and sticks it on Marc’s forehead*

Marc: D:<

Jake: Hmm, Well if the sign says so!~

Marc: no, NO NO!! STEVEN IT WAS HIS IDEHEAAA!! *screams as he sprints out the museum*

Jake: wanna go after him? >:]

Steven: You bloody bet I do >:) *dashes out the museum with Jake*

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since jake’s most ticklish spot is his hips and simply poking it will make him laugh, i think raspberries and nibbles on his hips would destroy him😭but he actually secretly loves them but would NEVER admit that

*gasp* OH NOOOO not the hip raspberries!!! 😭they would absolutelyKILL him!!!

Like- he would just scream and his laughter would immediately start going wheezy 💓Marc or Steven only limit the raspberries to about 3 since any more over that would prob make them murderers/end up with them getting murdered instead XD and he’d probably shout a loud of protests or begs in Spanish, but then Marc and Steven would pull the ‘not understanding Spanish card’ and say something like:

Marc: Steven, what do you think he’s saying??? *currently nuzzling into Jake’s hip, doing the dumb nom nom noises*

Jake: *fuckin wheezing and dying* NAHAHAHAHA!!! DETEHEHENTE POR FAVOHOR!!

Steven: Hmmm, I think he’s saying he wants another one! >:]

Marc: Oh! Well, if he says so!~ *blows another*

Jake: FAHAHACK GAHAHAD DAHAMMIT!!

and thennn Jake will literally w r e c k those two because he definitely wasn’t having fun there, no siree that is something you can be sure o- (he was).

Ooooh yeah and nibbles are a killer too! :’]  I like to think it’s the only way to get him to snort bc it’s like,,, something rlly rare for him to do. Once Marc and Steven heard him snort for the first time, they were like :0 and Jake just like,,, scrambled out of Marc’s arms and quite literally sprinted through the flat door. And when Jake came back and whenever either of them brought it up, he’d give a squeeze to the side or ribs. He still does it to this day as there have been other times where they got him again :’]

(Thank you for sending this!! I absolutely love it!! <333)

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"Ohh so you are ticklish too. No? Are you sure?" With Lee Jake and ler marc? Or can be switch if you prefer!

Hiiii!! Here you go! I enjoyed writing this one bc I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Marc and Jake being that whole ‘older sibling who loves to annoy the middle sibling x said middle sibling being annoyed’ trope!! I also kinda set this as to when Marc like... found out Jake was ticklish!! Hope you enjoy!!! <33

“Ohhhh so you’re ticklish too?”

This all started a few minutes ago. Marc entered the room while Jake was laid on the couch watching TV.

“Hey, Jake.” Marc greeted. “Can I have a seat?”

“No can do, hermano. Gravity’s got a hold of my legs.” Jake lied, grinning smugly at the avatar. Marc sighed before trying to shove Jake’s legs off the couch.

“Come on, don’t be so immature.” Marc scolded. Jake grunted in annoyance as he tried swinging his legs back up on the couch, only to have Marc push them away. Eventually the shoving stopped, and Marc sighed again as Jake flopped his legs back on the couch. Marc just gave up, sitting on Jake’s legs. Jake groaned slightly, bringing his attention back to the TV.

“Now look who’s being immature.” He grumbled. Marc huffed grumpily as he brought a hand over to Jake’s knee, squeezing the cap. Jake audibly gasped at the contact, trying to bring his legs up on reflex, but unable to due to Marc’s weight on top of them. Marc’s eyes widened slightly before his lips curled into a smirk. Marc only squeezed Jake’s knee out of habit since it’s what he would normally do to Steven. He didn’t expect the reaction he received, and never tried tickling Jake considering how torturous it was when he got him or Steven (not that he hated it). And upon realising Jake had no escape, it was the perfect opportunity to... y’know, get a bit of well deserved payback for his ‘past self’.

So here we are.

“Ohhhh so you’re ticklish too?” Marc playfully questioned, his lips still curled into that goofy smirk. It was pretty clear Marc already knew the answer to that question, but Jake chose to play it off anyway.

“What? No. No! Do you have any idea how hard you squeezed my knee? It fuckin hurt!” Jake lied, much to Marc’s amusement.

“No? Are you suuuure?~” Marc sang, flopping himself on top of Jake to make sure he definitely couldn’t get anywhere.

“YES I’m sure! Get off me, jackass!” Jake growled, trying and failing to push Marc off of him. Marc simply ignored the insult, resting his hands on Jake’s sides.

“Alright, Jake. Since I’m nice, I’m gonna give you a choice here. Either you can tell me your good spot, and I can get my revenge for them the past over with. Or, you don’t say anything and I find out for myself.” Marc stated, drumming his fingers against Jakes sides. Jake’s eyes widened at the choice, his eyebrows twitching.

“I’m not telling you shit, bastardo.” He snarled. Marc shrugged and suddenly squeezed Jake’s sides.

“Well, don’t blame me when I find it anyway.” Marc mentioned. 

“HNGH-“ Jake clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes locked shut as he squirmed (or at least tried to) under Marc.

“Come ooon, Jake. I wanna hear that laugh!~” Marc cooed, sneaking a hand under his shirt to draw shapes on his abs with a single finger. Jake’s stomach began to quiver, the urge to laugh growing stronger. Marc then tried squeezing at Jake’s stomach, to which he was responded by a muffled yelp. Looks like rougher tickles get him worse. Marc then brought his hands to Jake’s ribs, squeezing the lower area. Muffled chuckles began spilling from Jake’s mouth  as he continued to guard it with his hands. “I’m gonna get that laughter out of you at some point, buddy.~” Marc sang, moving higher up Jake’s ribs. It was when Marc reached around the middle of Jake’s ribs that he couldn’t help but begin pushing at Marc’s shoulders, laughter now freely filling the room.

“DETEHENTE, GILIPOLLAHAHAS!!” Jake laughed, slightly shaking his head in an attempt to drive the ticklish sensation away.

“You gotta tell me the sweet spot first.” Marc mentioned, his tone making it sound as if he didn’t have a choice.

“I SAHAID IM NAHAT TELLING YOHOHOU SHIHIHIT!!” Jake spat, trying to kick his legs only to find he was barely able to with Marc on top of him. Marc then crawled his hands up to Jake’s armpits, scribbling into them. Jake slammed his arms down to his sides as he cackled and thrashed (or at least attempted to) under Marc. This situation really made Marc ponder Jake’s sensitivity. Steven never really struggled this much.

Was there a possibility that Jake was just as sensitive as Steven?

Or do they just react differently to tickling?

“TE VOY A MAHAHAHATAR PENDEHEHEJO!!” Jake spat, his laughter beginning to turn wheezy. Marc halted his torment, leaning close tilting his head in that petty way that always annoyed Jake.

“Are you gonna tell me your good spooot?” Marc sang. Jake heavily caught his breath, pushing Marc’s face away, his jaw clenched slightly.

“Alright. Can we.. make a deal here?” Jake panted.

“Depends.” Marc answered, pushing himself off Jake, however sat on his waist. Jake propped himself up on his elbows and held his upper half up with the strength he had left.

“I will tell you. Just do. Not. Touch it. Because I will not hesitate to tickle you to death.” Jake threatened. Marc raised his hands up, chuckling in surprise.

“Okahahay, calm down.” Marc teased, Jake rolling his eyes. He slumped down onto the couch, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact.

“ ‘s my hips.” Jake mumbled. Marc raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Huh? What was that?” He playfully questioned. Jake groaned before repeating himself.

“I said it’s my hips.” He growled, muttering the last word again. Marc then clambered off Jake’s waist, sitting in the spot on the couch he wanted in the first place.

“Alright. Noted.” Marc joked, winking at Jake. Jake stared daggers through the avatar as he pushed himself up on the couch to sit upright, his knees tucked to his chest. After a few moments of silence since the two had brought focus back to the TV, Marc looked towards Jake, noticing part of his hip was exposed since his legs weren’t tucked all the way. Damn it.

He had to do it. 

He swiftly snuck a hand toward the area, poking his brother’s hip before swiftly turning back, acting as if nothing had happened. Jake yelped in surprise as he nearly launched off the couch. He turned back slowly to glare at Marc, who’s eyebrows were unmistakably twitching, desperately trying to look at anything but Jake. However, the only thing that got Marc to leap off the couch and sprint through the door was a simple phrase that Jake didn’t even get to finish growling in his direction.

“I suggest you run, buddy. Hoy te toca perder.”

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"You're so little!"

Deaged! Steven as a Lee and Ler! Marc and Jake!

If at all possible :)

Here ya go! Little disclaimer: I honestly have no idea if Khonshu can age ppl down, but I felt like it fit best considering the other prompt I was sent :) the sentence starter also comes in kinda far into the fic, so apologies for that ,_, this is also longer than I planned but whatever 🙄 Anyway I hope u enjoy!! <333

Both Marc and Jake stared in confusion at the young boy who stood inside Steven’s flat. They had only come over for a visit to find this child, but no Steven. The boy finally said something after a moment of confused silence.

“Where am I?” He asked, tilting his head at Marc and Jake. The twos eyes widened at how the boy was speaking British.

“What’s your name, niño?” Jake questioned, kneeling down at the boy. The boy seemed hesitant at the question, however answered anyway.

“Steven.”

——————

“So.” Marc mumbled, sighing before continuing. “What d’you think happened to him?” He questioned, staring back at the ‘young’ Steven, who was mesmerised at the two goldfish inside the tank, circling around it in excitement to catch every angle with an occasional greet by tapping on the glass. Marc was only answered with a shrug.

“No tengo ni idea.” Jake whispered back. After Jake turned to face Steven, still amazed by the sight of the fish, he couldn’t help but chuckle in adoration at the sight.

“What’s so funny?” Marc asked.

“Nothing. He’s just...being pretty cute.” Jake admitted. Marc sighed once more.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe a little bit. But for now, let’s focus on the fact we have no idea what’s caused this, he doesn’t know who the hell we are or why he’s here, and that he may never turn back.” Marc responded.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” Jake answered, however still grinning at how Steven’s jaw was still wide open in excitement at the mere sight of the fish.

“Come on. Let’s just talk to him.” Marc signalled towards Steven. The two walked over before bending down to be at Steven’s level. Marc gently tapped on Steven’s shoulder, drawing his attention away from the fish. “Hey, kid. Do you know how you got here?” Marc questioned. Steven stared into space, thinking for a moment.

“No. I just remember waking up here.” He answered.

“Is there...anything you remember before that?” Jake asked. Steven stared into space once again before his face lit up slightly.

“Actually, I do remember seeing someone!” He announced, however a tinge of fear in his tone. Both Marc and Jake’s faces dropped slightly. If anyone had harmed him in any way doing this, it’d probably be the last thing they ever do.

“Do you remember what he looked like?” Marc asked.

“Uhhhm. He looked like he had a bird face, and he was really big and had a deep voice...” Steven answered, clearly terrified of who he was describing. The two looked at each other, before muttering at the same time.

“Khonshu.” 

Jake crossed his arms, looking at the floor.

“Estúpido maldito pájaro.” He snarled under his breath. Steven’s face contorted with confusion as he tilted his head.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Marc interrupted.

“Uhm. Who are you two?” Steven questioned. “I feel like I know you.”

“Uhhh- We’re your friends.” Jake answered. 

“I’m Marc and he’s Jake.” Marc mentioned, pointing at Jake.

“Why do you two look exactly the same? Are you twins?” The two looked at each other, unsure how to answer.

“Yeah.” Marc responded. Marc then tugged at Jakes arm as they turned around, speaking in hushed tones.

“What are we gonna do?” Marc asked.

“I don’t know. We can’t just call Khonshu to us. I guess we just wait for him to show up.” Jake replied. “He’s not gonna keep him like this forever.”

“Steven was probably sassing him or something. Khonshu probably had to teach him a lesson.” Marc thought aloud.

“It’s probably best we don’t tell him the truth about who he really is and his job and all that though. He still looks pretty confused.” Jake whispered, turning to face Steven, who was looking around the flat with a visibly confused expression. “I suggest we like...treat him how he should be. Y’know, what kids are used to.”

“Good idea.” Marc thanked. The two then turned back around, Marc kneeling down at Steven.

“Hey, Steven. Wanna feed the fish?” He asked playfully. The young boy’s eyes sparkled with ecstasy as he nodded rapidly.

“Yeah yeah yeah!!” Marc then chuckled as he held out a hand for Steven to take. Steven did hesitate at first, but eventually took it. Steven thought it was strange how surprisingly comfortable he felt around these two, he guessed they all really were close. The two walked around the tank to stand in front of the latch that opened part of the lid so food could be sprinkled in, Jake following behind before he grabbed the small cylinder container of fish food on the top and handed it to Steven.

“Need some help getting up there, amigo?” Jake asked. Steven didn’t want to seem dependent on either of the two (despite being aged down to at least 6 years old), so he tried stretching up to reach the top of the tank, to which his hand only passed about halfway up. Both Marc and Jake chuckled before Jake gave Marc a gentle elbow nudge, before whispering with barely any volume “See? Cute.” Marc rolled his eyes before kneeling down next to Steven, who was grunting in annoyance.

“C’mon, Steven. You clearly need help here.” Marc sighed, turning around with his back to Steven. “Come on. Hop on.” Steven groaned before obeying.

“Ooookaaaay.” Steven placed himself gently on Marc’s back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Jake couldn’t help but laugh slightly at how small Steven actually looked on Marc’s back.

“You’re so tiny!”Jake mentioned, making Steven giggle slightly at the silliness of Jake’s tone of voice. The avatar’s hearts swelled at the noise. Marc then brought Steven towards the tank, Steven flipping the latch open and tapping the top of the food container, watching in awe as the fish swam up to eat the flakes. Marc then placed Steven down on the floor again, to which he was given a gasp of offence.

“Oi! I wanna keep looking at the fish!” Steven protested.

“Nooo, Steven. I can’t hold you up like that forever.” Marc replied in a playful tone.

“Hmph!” Steven huffed and gave a gentle slap to Marc’s leg, before stomping over to Jake and sulking, crossing his arms. It was then Jake’s turn to gasp in offence.

“That’s not nice, Steven!” Jake scolded. Steven then giggled as he turned away from Marc. 

“Yeah, but he was being mean! He’s just a big meanie!” Steven sassed. It was then finally Marc’s turn to gasp.

“Ohoh, I’m mean? I’ll show you mean!” Marc then growled playfully as he scooped Steven up with his hands, gently squeezing his ribs. Steven let out a squeal in response, childishly giggling and kicking his legs, his voice adorably high-pitched. Definitely not what Marc and Jake were used to hearing, but that definitely didn’t make it any less cute. Steven then let out a snort before Marc halted his tickling fingers, Marc’s and Jake’s grins filled with nothing but adoration. Seemed like Steven wasn’t as snort-prone when he was younger.

“Oihiheehee! That tickled!!” Steven protested.

“Oooooh, is Steven ticklish?~” Jake sang. Steven giggled once more as he shook his head.

“Noho!!” Looks like Steven still wasn’t afraid to try and save his pride, despite him literally being proved opposite a second ago. Marc then smirked as he placed Steven down on the floor.

“Hmmm I don’t know, Steven. I think you are.~ What do you think, Jake?” Steven began nervously giggling as he took a few steps back.

“I say he is and that we teach him a lesson for slapping you and calling you a meanie!” Jake declared.

“Nohoho!!” Steven squealed, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head.

“Ooh, that’s a great idea! But you know who should help us out?” Marc then signalled Jake to turn around as Marc cupped a hand behind his ear and whispered loud enough for Steven to hear. “The Tickle Monsters!~” In response, Steven squealed as he sprinted over to his bed and dived under the covers. The two turned around, already noticing Steven under the covers but deciding to play along anyway.

“Hmm? Where’d Steven go?” Marc thought aloud in a dumbfounded tone.

“I don’t know, hermano. We should look for him.” Jake replied. The two then began searching everywhere besides the bed, saving the actual hiding spot for last.

“Steeeven, where aaare yoooou?~” Marc sang, looking behind the couch.

“You can’t hide from the tickle monsters!~” Jake declared, ignoring the nervous giggling coming from under the covers. Then Marc signalled towards the bed, flopping down next to the lump.

“Where is he, Jake? We’ve looked everywhere!” Marc sighed dramatically. Jake then took a spot on the other side of Steven.

“I don’t know. Where could he be?” Jake thought. An impish grin then spread across the two’s faces after hearing giggling once again from under the covers.

“Hm? What’s this?” Marc asked, beginning to knead the lump’s sides with his hands. “These covers sure are lumpy!” Marc cluelessly announced, said lump giggling and squeaking.

“Really? Let me check.” Jake responded, reaching down to squeeze Steven’s knee, earning a kick followed by a snort. “Wait a minute... is someone under here?~” Jake playfully questioned, reaching the top of the covers to yank them off Steven. Steven squinted at the sudden burst of light before curling up and squealing upon seeing the two.

“Aaaah! There he is!!” Marc declared, scooping up Steven and cradling him in his arms before squeezing his tummy. Not under the shirt though. Marc didn’t wanna get him too bad. Anyway, it’s not like poking the shirt that covered his tummy wouldn’t make him laugh and snort. 

“Thought you could hide from us, could you?~” Jake teased, wiggling his fingers on Steven’s socked feet, causing him to squeal as he curled up into a ball again, pulling his feet in. Marc then halted his torment, smiling as Steven didn’t have to catch his breath that bad. Nice to know they weren’t being too harsh. Once Jake noticed Steven was okay, he thought of an idea. “Y’know, Marc. I’m getting kind of hungry.” He mentioned. Marc did worry if this was going a bit too far, but he knows that Jake knew his limits, and if Steven asked to stop, he would without hesitation. Steven thought the situation felt weirdly familiar, like he knew what was going to happen next, so he squealed once more, scrambling out of Marc’s arms attempting to crawl back under the covers.

“Ohhh no you don’t!” Marc protested, wrapping his arms around Steven and lifting him up, passing him over to Jake. “Bon appétit!” He declared. Steven squirmed around in Jake’s arms as he was cradled in his lap, a huge grin pulling at his red dusted cheeks.

“Nohohohoho dohont bloodeehee eheheat meeee!” Steven giggled.

“But amigo, you’re too cute!” Jake cooed, booping the boy’s nose, smiling as he squeaked. “Why wouldn’t I wanna eat you up?~” Jake then snuck his head under Steven’s shirt, gently moving his lips against his skin. “Omnomnomnomnom!~” Jake made silly noises as Steven squealed and laughed squeakily, pushing at his head. As Jake moved over to blow a final short raspberry on his side, Steven let out multiple snorts as he kicked and squirmed in Jake’s arms helplessly. Jake then finally let up, pushing Steven’s shirt back down. Steven breathed in and out but again, luckily not as heavy as the two avatars thought, shutting his eyes and curling up against Jake’s chest. Marc and Jake’s hearts warmed at the sight, Marc shifting over to sit next to the two.

“Awww, look at him.” Marc cooed.

“Best to let him sleep while we wait for Khonshu.” Jake mentioned, gently lying Steven down on the bed. Marc gently pulled the covers over Steven, leaning down to give him a gentle loving kiss on the forehead.

“Sweet dreams, buddy.” Marc whispered. Jake then also placed a tender kiss on Steven’s head.

“Buenas noches, hermanito.” The two avatars then stayed sat next to Steven, as if they were two big birds guarding an egg.

Now they wait for the actual bird.

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"Oh, you want me to tickle you so badly?" ler!marc and lee!reader

EEEE I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE!! It is pretty long tho (1725 words wow) I also included a bit of avengers compound stuff bc I love them w moonknight :’] anyway, thanks for sending this, and I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

“Come on, Y/N. Just give me the controller!” Marc demanded.

“Just let me have one more game! They only last about a minute!” You complained, opening the level select menu.

Basically, you had continuously promised Marc you’d let him have a go on Mario Kart, until you’d ‘forget’ the promise and start another course. And Marc was getting impatient. To be honest, you two really needed to get another controller to play multiplayer.

“Y/N. Give me the damn wheel or else-“

“Or else what, Spector? Not gonna hurt me over a little game are you?” You taunted, grinning teasingly at him. Suddenly, you felt a squeeze to your side, and you accidentally let out a squeak before you froze. Shit.

Now it was Marc’s turn to grin teasingly at you.

“Im giving you a choice. You can give me the controller, and I won’t do anything.” Marc stated, raising his hands. “Anyway, I know you’re gonna start another game, because you looove what I’m gonna do.~” Marc sang. There was no way this was fair. You really wanted just one more game. You stared at the controller in your hands, debating your decision. 

You know what? Screw it. 

You weren’t scared over a few tickles.

“Number one, I don’t like what you’re gonna do. It’s annoying. Number two, try me, bitch.” You answered, smirking as you clicked the trigger on the wheel to select a level. Marc immediately snatched the wheel out your hand and threw it to the side, sighing.

“You really want me to tickle you so badly?” Marc questioned, grabbing your wrists with his hands. You already began giggling as you tugged at your wrists.

“I do nahat! Let me goho!!” You protested, yelping as Marc suddenly tackled you over on the bed you were sat on before straddling your legs.

“Then why’d you do the exact opposite of what I told you to do? While you knew this was coming?” Marc asked, tilting his head at you.

“Uh... uh, because I wanted to piss you off!” You argued, still attempting to yank your wrists out of Marc’s grip.

“But isn’t that what you said last time?” Marc questioned, his stupid fucking grin dusting your cheeks with a pink blush.

“Yeeeesss. Because I always annoy you to piss you off. Do I need to repeat it again for you to understand?” You sassed, raising your eyebrows at Marc, who let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Geez, Y/N! What’s with all this bratty attitude today?!” He remarked, releasing your wrists to place his hands on your hips. “Looks like I gotta tickle it out of you!” He announced, drilling into them harshly.

Now this was the part that was actually unfair. Marc practically knew all your death spots (thanks to Jake, fuckin dumb Dora the explorer mother fucker), meaning he was just taking his impatient-ness out on youand yourweak spots. I mean, it waskind of your fault, but definitely notbecause you wanted his to happen.Anyway, this action caused you to let out a squeak as you burst into laughter, covering your reddening face as you bucked your hips.

“MAHARC! AHAHASSHOLE!!” You squealed, giggling madly into your hands. “STAHAP!”

“I don’t think so, not until you apologise and let me play Mario Kart!” Marc demanded, now massaging circles into your hips, eliciting a shriek.

“DAHAMMIT MARC YOHOHOU JEHERK!!” You squeaked, now attempting to shove at his hands. “OKAHAY GET THE CONTROLLEHER!! NAHAT THERE!!!” You begged. Marc smirked and let up, getting off your waist as he searched for the controller. 

But this was all your plan. 

You dashed for the door and swung it open.

“Jahake!! Help mehEHE-“ You yelped as Marc trapped you in a bear hug and lifted you up before shutting the door.

“Oh? Asking for help? So you want more tickles do ya?~” Marc teased, digging into your sides as he held you up, earning a squeak.

“Noohoho put me dohown!!” You whined. 

“Que esta pasando, Y/N??”

Marc turned to see Jake stood in the doorway, looking concerned over your call.

“What’s Marc doing, querido?” Jake asked.

“It’s what they’re doing, not me!” Marc argued, trying to keep you still as you squirmed in his arms. “They kept hogging Mario Kart, and then started being all bratty with me! Calling me an asshole and a jerk!” 

“But you are and asshole and a jerk!! Cmon Jake, help meHEHEE!” You pleaded, Marc squeezing at your sides again. However Jake, smirked at the both of you.

“Y’know, Y/N. As right as you are, you can’t be going around calling people assholes and jerks. Gotta know your place.” Jake answered, going to shut the door behind him.

“JACOB LOCKLEY IF YOU DONT HELP ME RIGHT NOW-“ you threatened.

“Have fun, cariño!~”

Suddenly, you were hurled onto the bed before being straddled again, this time laid on your stomach. Marc then grabbed one of your wrists and held it above your head, your whole right side exposed, while pinning your other hand under his knee.

“I hahate you, you know that?” You grumbled. All of a sudden, you felt Marc’s free hand crawling up and down over your ribs. You thought burying your face into your covers would be enough to muffle your squeal, but it was way to loud to not be noticed.

“Naaaah, you know you love me.~” Marc sang, now squeezing pretty high up.

“SHIHIT YOU SUHUHUCK!!” You yelled, your belly laughter muffled as you cackled into the sheets. Marc then decided to try gently scribbling still over your upper ribs, which just somehow felt worse. “NAHAHA FUHUCK YOU!!” Marc sighed as he lifted his hand from your ribs. Looked like this wasn’t solving this strangely new attitude of yours. Until Marc got an idea. 

Oh, this was perfect. 

Marc let an evil grin spread across his face as he began pushing your shirt up with his free hand. You were too busy recovering from your attack to even care about why Marc was pushing your shirt up. That was until you felt his lips press against the middle of your ribs as he blew a torturous raspberry over them. Marc’s lips curled into a smirk against your skin as he earned a muffled screech followed by high-pitched hysterical cackling as you kicked your legs behind Marc.

“FAHAHAHAHACK NAHA IM SAHARRY!!” You shrieked, squealing as Marc began gently nibbling down your ribs.

“Hey, Wanda and Vision are-“

You lifted your head up from the covers to see Tony now stood in the doorway, your eyes widened. He smugly grinned at the both of you, leaning against the doorway.

“Hey. Wanda and Vision are making dinner. It’ll be ready soon.” He stated.

“Hi. Uh, yeah we’ll be right there.” Marc responded. Tony then spun around and left, walking down the hallway. Marc then decided you were truly sorry, and he released your arm before climbing off your waist, sat cross legged next to you on the bed.

“You alive, kid?” Marc chuckled as you pushed yourself up, curled up in a ball next to him as you breathed heavily.

“So,” you sighed, still giggling residually. ”Marc?”

“Yeah, kid? What’s up?” He asked.

“I Uh... mahay or may not have wanted the uhh...” You giggled, unable to finish your sentence.

“The tickles?” Marc finished, smirking.

“Mmmmmaybe.” You mumbled, blushing deeply. “But I’m gonna get you back!”

“Uh huh, suuure.” Marc sassed, picking up the Mario Kart wheel.

“Alright, let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are.” You teased, getting off the bed to give Marc more room.

“Hey! I totally am!” Marc argued, pressing the trigger to start a level. You slowly inched towards the door, carefully turning the handle so he wouldn’t hear, sliding through the tiny crack you pulled open.

Yes!! Let’s go get that son of a bitch back! You thought, dashing down the hall to find Wanda and Vision in the kitchen, making dinner just as Tony said.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” Wanda greeted. 

“Hello, Y/N.” Vision also greeted happily.

“What’s going on?” Yes. Wanda would be perfect to help getting Marc back.

“Hi! So uh, I need your help. Me and Marc kinda got into a fight.” You explained.

“Oh really? What happened?” Wanda worried.

“Oh, no! Not that kind of fight! More like a uhh..” you hesitated. You could barely even explain what happened.

“A tickle fight?” Wanda suggested, smirking slightly. She must have read your mind.

“Yeheah.” You giggled, blushing slightly. “Would you be able to help me get revenge? I can’t really fight back against him. You know Marc.”

“Of course, Y/N. I’d be happy to help!” Wanda agreed. Just then, Marc burst into the room.

“Hey! Where did yougo off to?” Marc complained. He then yelped as he got lifted into the air, Wanda holding her glowing hands up.

“Y/N tells us that they came here to escape you! They needed my help!” Wanda playfully protested.

“WHAT?! You turned her against me??” Marc asked you, you only smirking in reply. “Oh yeah?! Well, they enjoyed it!!” Mac admitted.

You groaned in embarrassment before facing away from the both of them.

“And you don’t think we already know that?” Wanda questioned, tilting her head at Marc. To be honest, Wanda wasn’t wrong. You always made it pretty blatantly obvious to everyone in the compound. “Y/N, would you mind helping Vision with the dinner while I take care of this guy?” Wanda politely asked.

“Oh, yeah of course!” You replied, smiling as you went to join Vision at the counter. Wanda smirked as she gently placed Marc on a nearby couch. “So, Vision! Anything I can do to help?” You asked.

“Why, thank you Y/N. Would you be able to cut the last of those peppers over there?” Vision questioned, pointing to some uncut peppers.

“Yep!” You replied, grabbing a knife before starting. 

“Wanda’s told me you rather enjoy cooking.” Vision mentioned.

“Oh, Yeah! I’ve enjoyed it since I was pretty young!” You responded.

You swiftly turned to see what was going on as you heard Marc’s laughter echo through the kitchen.

You smirked as you saw him curled up on the couch, his ribs and underarms glowing red, before you turned back to finish the cutting as you pretended to take no notice of his cackling and squealing.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

Idk why but I’m craving a fic about one of the Peters getting tickled silly 😔 just a buncha fluff

Sentence starter: “Oooooohhh imma getchuuu!!”

EEEEE YES!! Ty for sending this!! <33 I recently haven’t been able to get ler!moonknight and lee!spiderman out of my head and I’ve wanted to properly write smth for them so I thought fuck it. Marc and Peter1 tickles 💕hope you enjoy!! ❤️❤️❤️

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“Ohhhhh I’m gonna getchu!~”Marc sang, slowly descending wiggling fingers towards Peter, who was giggling like crazy underneath him. Saying his tingle was spiralling would be an understatement.

“Cohome on Marc I’m sahrry!” Peter pleaded, a red tint dusting his cheeks as he stared at Marc’s hands.

“You had no rightto try and tickle me just because Steven dared you to!” Marc playfully scolded. 

“Yeah, well.. Steven’s my friend.” Peter mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Oh, and I’m not?” Marc gasped, resting his hands on Peter’s sides. Peter couldn’t form words through his giggles, the anticipation driving his tingle crazy. “You think this is sooo funny don’t you?” Marc scolded. When Marc was only answered with more giggles, he swiftly switched his hands from Peter’s sides up to his ribs, squeezing them mercilessly. “Well, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He declared, smirking as Peter let out a surprised squeak.

“heHEHEY!! MARC NO FAHAIR!!” Peter protested, slamming his arms down to his sides, only to have them lifted up and pinned above his head by one of Marc’s hands.

“Now, where did number three say that bad rib was?~” Marc teasingly thought aloud, making the kid gasp and desperately attempt to yank his arms out of Marc’s hold.

“Nowhehehere! Nowhere!!!” Peter pleaded, shaking his head slightly. 

“Oh? Lying now, are we?” Marc scolded, drumming his fingers higher towards his upper ribs, before drilling into one that was slightly close to his armpit. A high pitched shriek followed by hysterical giggling erupted from Peter’s lips, him squeezing his eyes shut in response to the ticklish sensation that his tingle really wasn’t making better.

“MAHARC NAHAHA!!” Peter squealed, kicking his legs behind his tormentor on the couch. “NAHAT-“ Peter cried before getting cut off by a snort, which swiftly halted the torment.

“What was that?~” Marc teasingly questioned, Peter’s eyes widening at the sound he had made.

“Ummm. N-Nothing?” He responded, trying avoid contact from Marc’s smirk spreading widely across his face that was making his face rise in temperature and colour.

“I’m sorry kid.” Marc apologised before scribbling into Peter’s underarms, eliciting a squeal. “I’ve gotta hear that again.~”

“MAHAHARC!- *snort* PLEHE- *snort PLEAHEASE NAHAT- *snort* NAHAT THEHERE!! *snort” Peter laughed, multiple snorts now cutting himself off. Marc’s heart swelled at the sight. Damn it, this kid was adorable. He had to try one more thing. Marc halted his torment and released Peter’s arms before pushing his shirt up slightly. Peter audibly gasped once more as he grabbed Marc’s wrists, however unsurprisingly not pushing him away.

“Waitwaitwaitwait!!!” Peter begged. Marc simply ignored his pleas, dropping his head down to blow a big raspberry on his exposed belly. Another squeal elicited from the youngest Peter, multiple squeaks and snorts being the only things to cut off his belly laughter. Marc couldn’t help but burst into his own fit of laughter at the poor kid, having no choice but to let up.

Marc chuckled as he ruffled Peter’s already messy hair, him letting out a groan of embarrassment as he covered his still flushed face.

“Yohohoure a jeherk.” Peter giggled into his hands. Marc ignored Peter, rolling his eyes as he took his arm and pulled him up so he could sit upright. Once upright, Peter curled up in a ball, finishing off his residual giggling. “Geheheez. Nohow I know how Steven feeheels.” He quipped. That’s when Marc got an idea. He leant close to Peter before leaning close to the kid, cupping a hand over the side of his mouth.

“Y’know, Steven snorts too.” Marc whispered. Peter’s eyes lit up at the information. (Beside Marc and Jake), Peter loved to torment Steven the most with tickles, so Marc knew the kid would lovethe information.

“Really??!” He gasped, grinning in surprise.

“Yup. Want me to help you get him? I mean, he did run away after you got me.” Marc suggested.

“Hell yeah!! That’ll teach him a lesson!!” Peter cheered, grinning like an imp. He then leapt off the couch. But before he could go to Steven’s room he called

“Hey kid?” Peter responded by whipped his head around to face him. “Probably best to not tell your brothers or whatever. They probably kill him if they found out.” Peter giggled before nodding and dashing off towards Steven’s room. Marc chuckled as he left to follow him.

He knew he probably wouldn’t keep his mouth shut though.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

AAAA THIS WAS AMAZING I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!

I’m going to get you

Curtesy of the amazing prompt of @just-a-fluffy-knight, this is just a short and sweet lil Drabble of the moonknight boys. Soooo yeah hope you guys like this even though I high key hate it 👍

(Also side note I’m really sorry about the quality of this guys, like I mentioned I’m really new to fics and writing, and this is way more rushed than I would have liked so again please bear with the quality 😭)

Marc had been in a bit of a mood all day. Not necessary a bad one just, a mood. Steven couldn’t put his finger on what it was and why he was acting like this but honestly he wasn’t complaining. Marc was usually the tough guy of the trio (well along with Jake obviously) but today he seemed to have let his guard down more. It was rare for anyone to see Marc like this so Stephen decided not to take it for granted, and tried to match Marc’s new playful mood whenever he could.

Later than afternoon Stephen was sitting on the sofa enjoying one of his books when all of a sudden he felt a puff of air in his ear from behind him, causing him to let out a yelp and drop his book. As he leant down to pick it up he heard a familiar laugh from behind him, and rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but smile fondly as he realised it was Marc pulling yet another joke on him that day.

“Marc you twat! you made me lose my page” he chuckled. Marc only laughed in return and playfully knocked his arm “eh sorry Stevo that was too an opportunity to miss”. Steven couldn’t help but give him a curious look. “Can I ask what’s going on with you today, I mean I never see you this playful”. Marc only shrugged in return, that same shit eating grin still on his face, but Steven wasn’t giving up that easily. “I’m being serious Marc, I mean come on if I acted like this around you, you would have bloody wrecked me by now”.

Marc just laughed again, however this time he sounded slightly more nervous, which just intrigued Steven even further, especially when he noticed a faint blush spread across the other man’s face. It took Steven a minute before everything finally clicked, and he couldn’t help but grin wildly at the realisation. Marc of course noticed this and couldn’t help but get insanely nervous by the mischievous glint in Stevens eye.

“Whhaat?” Marc giggled nervously. Steven only continued to grin as he stood up from the couch and started making his way towards Marc who was on the other end of the couch. “You know Marc if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s almost like you’re asking to be wrecked” he grinned evilly as he got closer to Marc. “Steven whhat the hell are you talking about” as his nervous giggles kicked up an notch. “Oh come on Marc you’ve been such a pain in the neck all day you honestly would have been better off just asking for this you know that” “Steven I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about!” Marc choked out in between peals of nervous laughter as Steven stood right in front of him, that same evil grin still on his face.

“I’m gonna get you” “Steven I swear to-“ and before he even had the chance to fully finish threatening him, Steven had pinned him across the couch and shoved his hands under his arms causing Marc to practically screech, and throw his head back in frantic laughter. “Wow and I’m barely even touching you” Steven chuckled to himself as he decided to add to the torture and give Marc a taste of his own medicine by blowing in his ear as he had done earlier, which proved to be highly effective and caused Marc to let out a squeal, much to his embarrassment. Steven found this to be absolutely hysterical and couldn’t help but make a jab about it, “you know Marc let’s make this a lesson, don’t give out what you can’t take”

“Shut up” he choked out between laughter in a failed attempt to sound tough, and Steven gasped in mock offence. “How rude Marc, you know I happen to think that this is a very important lesson for you to learn, in fact let’s start right now”

Marc’s nervous laughter kicked up a notch once again, he didn’t like where this is going.

“Now let’s see, well you always start with this” as he latched his hands onto Marc’s ribs, causing Marc to physically wheeze and fall back into even more frantic laughter. “Mmh can’t seem to handle this either huh Marc, I’ll keep that in mind for later “. Marc was too flustered to even respond and could only try and hide his face in the couch which Steven found adorable. “Aw Marc why are you trying to hide, this is precious” he chuckled knowing full well Marc wouldn’t be able to handle this either, which Marc only proved by shoving his face further into the couch as a blush spread further across his face. Steven only chuckled fondly at the squealing man below him.

“You alright Marc?”. The poor guy could barely get any words out for laughter, but he did eventually manage. “Steven you’re dead after this I swear”, however it didn’t take much for Steven to see through this. “Sure Marc, sure” he chuckled fondly again.

As much as he was enjoying this long overdue payback, he decided to give Marc a bit of a break and slowed to gentle rubs on his sides to get rid of the phantom tickles, which Marc responded to with a shy smile. “You sure you’re ok Marc?”

Marc was honestly too flustered to even answer, so just let out a little grunt instead, that giddy smile refusing to leave his face, much to his dismay.

“Don’t worry Marc, there’s only one more thing I want to try out”. Marc looked up at him nervously. There was no way this was going to be good. And his suspicions were confirmed when Steven started pushing up his shirt with that same playful smirk on his face.

“No Steven I swear don’t do it, this isn’t funny I -“ but once again Marc was cut off before he even had the chance to finish, by the feeling of Steven blowing a massive raspberry on his stomach. The feeling gave him such a shock that he let out the biggest squeal he had ever done, and collapsed into pure belly laughter as he frantically tried to squirm out of Stevens hold to escape the feeling. However Steven was not away to let him get away that easily, and ended up blowing as many raspberries as he could on Marc’s stomach, and to give the full effect, he would nuzzle into Marc’s stomach, growling playfully.

Poor Marc was in pure hysterics, and felt like he was losing his damn mind cause of the feeling and pretty soon, even Steven realised that he was tapping out. To make sure Marc didn’t pass out on him, he finished him off by giving him a couple of final nuzzles, causing Marc to let out a string of precious giggles, before he eventually calmed down. He turned to look at Steven who was smiling at him fondly, and he just shook his head still trying to hide his grin. “You’re an asshole you know that right?”. “Yeah I know”.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

eek! ok ok sentence starter for a drabble bc i cant stop thinking about this one!! — steven and marc are having a fight about who’s suit is better. (they are wearing them btw, just not the “helmets/masks”) and marc says, “well maybe it protects you… but it doesn’t protect you enough from this!!!” *cue the tickles* they argue too about whose protects them from the tickles more as the tickle fight increases :))) (this sentence could go in the middle of the story as well :D)

Thanks for sending this bby Parker!! U ask I shall deliver! :] (also came up with a lil something. U know that one scene where’s Marc jumps off that thing to fight the dudes with guns and his cape like expands to form a moon shape?? Well now it’s made me headcannon that Marc’s suit can expand pretty big! So I included that! :] anyway enjoy!! <33)

“Oh yeah? And what’s so good about your suit?” Marc argued.

“I look sharp! I look sophisticated!” Steven protested, fixing his suit and adjusting his tie to prove his point.

Okay. A debate over the best suit may or may not have brewed up between the two avatars. (Like every other time they were training with their suits on.)

“You just look like you’re wrapped up in toilet paper, mate.” Steven joked, smirking through his mask at Marc, who let out an audible gasp of shock. 

“Oh, yeah?! At least my mask doesn’t have a moon sewed inside of it!” Marc proclaimed, his mask separating from his face on cue. Steven’s mask also soon did the same as he answered back.

“Oi! I think it looks cool! Anyway, the cape is stereotypical! Every average ‘superhero’ wears a cape!” The Brit bickered, pointing an offending hand at Marc’s cape.

“So? Anyway, watch this!” Marc announced, kneeling on the floor and flipping his cape upwards behind him, before it expanded and dropped over Marc, forming a protective ‘blanket’ over him. Steven smirked and took his chance. He squared up and began creeping slowly towards Marc underneath the cape. Once he got close enough, he brought a fist back, ready to strike.

That was until a hand came from under the cape and grabbed Steven’s ankle.

“Oh sHIT-“ Steven yelped as Marc suddenly yanked his ankle, causing him to fall to the floor before being dragged under the cape. Marc smirked under Steven, keeping a firm hold on his ankle to make sure he didn’t attempt to crawl out. Steven however, just crossed his arms.

“Why are we even doing this Marc? Hurting me isn’t gonna do anything. Don’t our suits have that whole... protection from harm thing?” Steven questioned, raising an eyebrow at Marc.

“Well, maybe it protects you.”Marc answered, suddenly hovering a claw above Steven, who’s eyes widened as he stared at it.

“Oh bollocks.” Steven muttered, attempting to hold back anxious giggling as a goofy smile spread across his face.

“But does it protect you from...” Marc paused, resting said claw on Steven’s side. “This?!” Marc’s claw then began mercilessly squeezing at the Brit’s side, giggles soon pouring from Steven’s lips.

“noHOhO! MAhaRC!! No tIHihIcKLeS!!” Steven protested, attempting to crawl away under Marc’s cape, only to have Marc drag him back under. 

“Uh Uh. No one’s allowed to escape my cape. But hey, means the cape is useful right?~” Marc questioned, now squeezing Steven’s ribs.

“oiHEehEEHeE!! you twAHAhahAhAT!!” Steven squeaked, attempting to squirm his torso away from Marc’s hand, which just simply followed, much to Steven’s dismay.

“Steven! Twat? That’s it, come here!” Marc gasped, grabbing Steven’s wrist with the hand the previously held his ankle. Marc grinned evilly at Steven as he scribbled over his palm with his other hand. However Steven just sat there, not even cracking a smile. Confused over not getting a reaction, Marc then realised Steven was wearing his gloves. Before Marc had time to attack somewhere else, Steven had tackled Marc over, the cape that once covered them dragging off them. Steven wasted no time after pinning Marc down and spidered behind his ears. Steven chuckled as Marc let out a high pitched yelp, and began pushing at Steven’s arms.

“STEHEVEN!! WAHAHAIT!! GEHET- GET YOHOUR GLOHOVES OFF MEHE!!” Marc protested, Steven’s gloves gently scribbling over his ears feeling like torture. Steven knew too. He smirked at Marc before before responding.

“Not a chance, mate. Just goes to show how useful my suit is!” Steven sassed, smugly grinning at the giggling avatar beneath him. Steven then began pinching at Marc’s thighs, an involuntary squeal escaping his mouth. Marc’s suit was pretty tight, meaning his weak spots were pretty much exposed to Steven’s hands.

It was pretty obvious (To Steven) that he had quite a few advantages against Marc in his suit in this... kind of occurrence. However, that’s not to say Marc didn’t have any.

“YOHOU LITTLE SHIHIHIT-“ Marc spat. Using all the strength he had left, he grabbed Steven and flipped over. Steven yelped in surprise as he now found himself in Marc’s previous position, pinned on his back while Marc instead of sitting on his waist, just knelt by his side and held both his wrists up with a single hand. “Ah, now that’s more like it~” Marc teased. Steven began squirming around on the floor, but Marc’s grip wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Wahait- Marc. Cahant we just- uh- talk this out?” Steven anxiously questioned with an innocent smile.

“Oh? And just let you get away with what you did?” Marc asked, noticing Steven’s neck was exposed. Marc’s armour covered his neck, however Steven’s suit left his neck open for attack. “Think again buddy.” Marc then slowly began leaning towards Steven’s neck, grinning playfully as Steven audibly gasped and began kicking his legs.

“Wahait! Wait wait wait. How about we just... forget about this silly little argument. It’s not important and we’re meant to be training!” Steven mentioned.

“Trust me, buddy. This is taking more energy out of me then when we usually train.” Marc quipped, not wiping that dumb grin off his face. “Anyway, who’s to say I was going for your neck? I could’ve gone... here?” On cue, Marc dropped a claw onto Steven’s stomach, slightly digging into it. Steven clamped his arms together to hide his flushed face and kid-like grin as he burst into hysterics, his leg kicking returning. Marc was surprised, he knew Steven was infinitely worse on his bare skin but even on the suit alone he was just as bad. He gently vibrated his claw into Steven’s stomach, unable to not laugh along at Steven responding with a high pitched squeal. Marc finally let up, Steven heavily catching his breath.

“I... I bloody hahate you.” Steven muttered. Marc chuckled however ignored Steven, standing up and lending a hand for him to take.

“Look. Why don’t we just agree that both our suits have their own little perks, huh?” Marc asked. Steven giggled tiredly before nodding and taking Marc’s hand to pull himself up. “But. My capes still cool. Alright, Mr. Blush?” Marc taunted, smirking as his suit disappeared to show his normal wear before he turned away to “busy himself” in the kitchen. Steven’s eyes widened as he swiftly summoned his mask on cue to hide his flushed face as he turned away from Marc. There was no way he was gonna have Marc call him that the rest of the day. Marc turned around to see Steven trying to make sure his face would go back to normal. He smirked as he summoned his suit once again. He creeped behind Steven before swiftly wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug. 

“WHA- Oh, bloody hell, Marc! What do you want??” Steven whined. Marc ignored Steven, pulling his mask up slightly so part of his neck was showing, before blowing a strong raspberry into it. A final squeal erupted from Steven’s mouth before he burst into belly laughter. The glowing ovals on Steven’s mask soon turned into thin lines as he squeezed his eyes shut under his mask. Marc grinned against Steven’s neck before releasing him.

“I’m sorry buddy. I hahad to.” Marc chuckled.

“I’m nehehever training with you again.” Steven breathed, clutching his sides and scrunching his shoulders up slightly as his mask removed from his face.

“Uh huh, yeah of course you hated that.” Marc taunted. Steven hated to admit it (and surely he wouldn’t),

But it may have been the funnest training session with Marc he ever had.