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Ik this was some time ago but I just got back into steven universe so…

Steven Universe Future - (tickle fic)

Thanks to @ticklymlm for the ask! (Sorry it took so long, just got this idea a few days ago) 😅

Also @moose-muffin: Hope you like this fic 😊

Summary: Lars is about to leave and Steven can’t help but feel sad, so he decides to give Steven one last memorable goodbye.

Ticklee: Steven

Tickler: Lars

Ship: None (platonic)

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“Are you gonna let me go anytime soon?”

“Just a couple more minutes.” Steven said enjoying the hug Lars was giving him.

He couldn’t believe the transformation Lars has gone though over the years. He would’ve been yelled at by now if it were still the old Lars. But the new Lars was different, in touch with his feelings, more caring. Steven couldn’t be more proud of the person he’s become.

After he finally let go, he looked at Lars with happy eyes.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“No problem man. And hey, don’t look so sad.” He punctuated his sentence with an elbow to Steven’s side.

He was taken back when a surprised shriek echoed through the air. He looked at Steven and saw him shoot his hands up to his mouth, a faint blush could be seen on his cheeks.

“After all these years you still haven’t grown out of it, huh?”

“H-Haven’t grown out of what?” He started to walk backwards his hands at his sides. Lars could tell he was nervous.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Steven.” Lars put his hands up in claw shapes walking towards Steven.

“Lars don’t you dare!” Steven said continuing to back away.

“Why not? You used to love this. I remember when Sadie would do this to you all the time when you would sneak through the back door of the Big Donut without asking.”

“Well that was then and I’m not even... that anymore.”

“That? You mean ticklish?”

“D-Don’t say that word so loud.” Steven’s blush spread to his ears.

“Haha. You really think I’d forget that the word tickle makes you blush. It’s one of the reasons why you’re so adorable.”

With that Lars pounced.

Steven was almost able to move out of the way, but alas, Lars had grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the ground. Lars quickly wrapped an arm around Steven’s legs and placed a hand on one of Steven’s knees ready to attack.

“Noho Lars dohohn’t!”

“I hahaven’t even done anything yet.”

“Buhut I know whahat you’re gonna do!”

“What am I gonna do Steven?” Lars asked starting to draw light circles on Steven’s knee causing Steven to shriek and lightly giggle.

Lars smirked, amused at his reactions. ‘Just like old times.’

“My mind seems to be drawing a blank.”

“Yohohuh’re gohohonna t-tihickle mehehe!”

“Bingo!”

Using one arm to keep a firm wrap around Steven’s shins, he used his other hand to switch from light circles to now full on squeezing Steven’s knee.

Steven squirmed and hugged his middle, even after a few years Lars seemed to remember his worst spots.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA LAHAHRS!”

“Yes Steven?” Lars asked calmly as if there wasn’t a cackling boy being tickled beneath him.

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Pfft. No can do Steven. I’m about to leave and I don’t when you’ll visit me, I might as well make up for the time I’m gonna be gone. Besides, I think you need to cheer up a bit.”

Quickly and timed perfectly, Lars let go of Steven’s legs and straddle his waist so Steven was now laying on his back with Lars sitting on his thighs. He had also brought Steven’s arms up to the side using his knees to pin them down.

With Steven fully pinned down and unable to move, Lars was ready.

“Man, that was easier than I thought it was gonna be. You barely put up a fight.”

Steven struggled to get free. He knew exactly what Lars was gonna do. He’d do this to Steven all the time when he was younger, in the exact same position they’re in now.

“Lars, let me go!”

“Nope. Now where to start? Let’s try... here.”

Steven shrieked when Lars lightly scittered his fingers all around Steven’s neck.

“Awww. Duhude, you’re blushing!”

“ahahahahahahaha dohohohon’t pohohohoint ihit ohohohohout!”

“Why not? It just makes you blush even more. How cute.”

Of course this caused Steven’s blush to grow brighter than it already was.

Lars traced his ears and the sides of his neck. Steven scrunched his neck but that just caused Lars to go and tickle under his chin or around his ears, making him turn his head thus leaving a new area exposed.

“Come on, Steven, I know you can laugh louder than this. Let it out!”

Steven squeaked when Lars took two fingers from each hand and poked Steven’s ribs.

“Ohoho this is gonna be fun.”

“Oh no.”

Those were his last words before laughter came spilling from his lips.

Lars poked and prodded each individual rib, even vibrating his fingers in between each bone. What’s worse is that he went from light teasy circles to squeezing and prodding at random moments.

Steven kicked at the ground and shook his head.

“Do you still have the same number of ribs since I last counted? Guess I’ll have to find out.”

With that, Lars started at the top and worked his way down. Of course messing up along the way a few times just for fun.

“Oooooooone~ Twooooooooo~ Threeeee~ agh. Steven, you can’t expect me to count while your laughing like this. I can barely hear myself think. Gonna have to start over.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHAHAHAHA! YOHOHUH’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEAHAN!”

“You think this is mean? Oh I’ll show you mean.”

He stoped tickling Steven’s ribs and looked down at the hem of his shirt. It had ridden up a little, revealing a tiny line of skin.

Lars lightly traced his finger along the skin, a feather light touch. Steven squirmed and whimpered. It tickled of course, but not enough to make him laugh.

“You really think I’d forget your worst spot?”

Lars then pulled up Steven’s shirt till it reached the bottom of his ribs, leaving his stomach and gem fully exposed.

“Lars.”

Lars looked up to see Steven trying to keep a straight face.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Oh I dare.” He started to lightly trace the skin around Steven’s gem. Causing Steven to lightly giggle and blush harder than he already was.

“LAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARS!”

Steven struggled best he could, but Lars wasn’t letting up.

It wasn’t until Lars started to trace shapes on Steven’s gem that made him lose his mind. Not only that, but Lars used his other hand to squeeze Steven’s sides around his gem and even his hips.

“Jeheheez. You’re gonna buck me off. Forgot how ticklish you are here.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LAHAHAHARS STOHOHOHOHOHOP TEHEHEHEHEAHASING!”

“Oh, does teasing make it worse?” Lars paused his tickling and hovered his wiggling fingers over Steven’s underarms.

“Yehehehehes and dohohon’t.”

“Well in that case-”

Steven screamed when Lars’s fingers touched his underarms, followed by lots of cute belly laughter.

“Tickle tickle tickle. Awww. Is the big hero Steven Universe a wittle ticklish?”

Steven couldn’t stand the treasing. With all the strength he had left, Steven somehow pulled his arms out from Lars’s knees and hugged his middle. However, this caused Lars’s fingers to now become stuck under his arms.

Steven panted, taking in as much air as he could. He still stifled a giggle every now and then because of where Lars’s fingers ended up being.

“Dude my hands are stuck.”

“I knohow.”

There was a slight pause between the two of them.

“You gonna let them go?”

“You’re just gonna tickle me again!”

“I can still tickle you ya now.”

With that being said, Lars wiggled his fingers slightly causing Steven to jerk and let out a squeal followed by light giggles.

“See?” Lars asked continuing to wiggle his fingers.

“Yehehehes I sehehehehe nohohow stohohohop IhIhI cahahahan’t tahahahake any mohohohohore!”

“You’re gonna have to lift your arms up.”

“Okay fine.”

Steven slowly lifted his arms up and let Lars’s hands go free.

Lars put his hands on his hips as he observed how Steven was recovering. His checks were still a faint pink and he let a small giggle escape his lips every few breaths. His arms were relaxed and laying on his stomach, probably in case Lars decided to tickle him again.

“You okay?” Lars chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Can I get up now?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think you’re cheered up yet.”

“No! No! I’m cheered up I promise!”

“Okay fine. You can get up you’ve had enough.”

Lars got up off of Steven and Steven quickly curled in on himself for a second before standing up.

“Lars-”

“Yeah Steven?”

“Thanks. Again. I really needed that.”

Lars wrapped an arm around Steven’s shoulders and pulled him close.

“Of course, Steven. Now come here.”

Lars then put Steven in a headlock and gave him a noogie. Another thing he’d do to Steven when he was bothering him or in a playful mood.

“Come ohohon let me gohoho!”

Lars let go of him and they both laughed before hugging one last time.

“I’ll miss you Lars.”

“I’ll miss you too. Come and visit whenever okay?”

“Okay.”

They waved goodbye, awaiting the day when they get to say hi to each other once again.

#lee!steven #tickle fic #steven universe tickle #steven universe tickle fic #steven universe future tickle #steven universe future tickle fic #lee steven #ticklish steven

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It's your birthday 😄

Happy Birthday, En! 🥳💜💜💜

TYSM!!!🤍🤍 So sorry i responded late

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I have no one to talk to so im just typing this here😭 you dont have to read i just have to get it out yk.

Its my birthday tomorrow, its a big number. (Its like a milestone in life yk)

So i text in my gc “hey when do you think you guys could get here?” (This was planned beforehand, i just needed to make sure)

And no one replied. So i text my best friend “hey will you be here tomorrow?” She replies like “yeah of course.” But after a few seconds shes like “actually… its really hard to get there so maybe another time.” I reply that its no problem and not to worry about it, its fine. Is it hard to get to my place? No, its a 30min drive from where she lives and her mom can take her. (I know because i talked to her mom.) But its really no big deal, we can celebrate it another time😋

Anyways i also had picture day today (its for our yearbook/graduation at school) and of course me being me i was feeling anxious and ended up hating the pictures. (To put things nicely I dont really like how i look😅) So i was crying like a bitch and ended up going home. I know im being dramatic but i cant change the way i feel🫠 I hate crying in front of people, i have never cried in front of my friends so that was embarrassing😭💀

Happy birthday to me!!😭 This sounds kinda sad💀 I have a hard time knowing and expressing emotions so i dont know how i feel rn.

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You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

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I honestly hate it when I see people talk about the tickle community like it’s just purely kinky stuff

I can promise you it’s not just that

For some yes

But for me and MANY others it’s not

It’s just a fun thing we like because it brings smiles and laughter to those we love and care for.

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WHY AM I IN LOVE BUT NOT IN LOVE BUT IN LOVE BUT I JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS BUT BEST FRIENDS AND DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER WITH A PERSON who doesn’t even know i exist.

#relatable #HELP ME #IM DYING

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I can't escape this shii anymore dudes 😭

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No one knows this… but I am absolutely obsessed with YUNGBLUD, hes like my favorite music artist ever. I dont know how i didnt find this clip earlier…

HES SO PRECIOUS KXNDHDHFJAHHSH

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Temporary Home : Chapter 28

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: You know Peter is going to get revenge, but how??

Previous Chapter here | Next Chapter Here Or click here to: Start From Beginning

Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 85 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4,946

The room was still dark when you woke. Nervous energy, along with the aid of an alarm, helped you wake early so you might get ahead of Peter, catch what prank he'd have inevitably set up for you during the night.

You checked everything- your boots for grease, above doors for water buckets (noting the advice Yondu had given you weeks ago about how those had been Peter's go-to pranks on his ship.) You also checked your toiletries for dye, just in case he'd revisit one of your best pranks to try and finally pull it over on you.

However, you found nothing. This surprised you, but you suspected maybe he wasn't so motivated that he'd sacrifice sleep to get you back. His revenge must be yet to come.

But it didn't.

At least, you hadn't noticed anything by breakfast, nor after. You kept a watchful eye, but there was still nothing by the afternoon. At most he would grin mischievously at you, or repeat the 'I'm watching you' signal from the day before.

Clearly he was waiting for something, or planning his attack carefully.

Regardless, you knew you needed to get out of the house for your own sanity. Should you stay to keep an eye on him? Probably. Would your absence give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted? Most likely, assuming Gamora didn't reign him in to keep him out of trouble- which she likely wouldn't. Still, you knew you needed a breather before your composure betrayed you. Before your anxiety started to crack your calm faćade and it be known how nervous you were over whatever hellfire would be coming your way.

If nothing else, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

So, you decided today would be the day you finally check the tunnel, starting with the door behind your favorite tree. This would kill two birds with one stone. You could get in a 'nature walk', and once you reached the cellar, maybe you could take a minute to 'listen in' and see if you could possibly hear any plotting of Peter's plan while he thought you were away...

Checking your boots once again before putting them on, you started to get ready to go out, doing your best to be relatively quiet so no one would notice you getting ready and ask to join you, as certain members of the Guardians had been wont to do lately.

Luckily, everyone else seemed to be busy doing their own thing, either watching TV, playing cards, or lounging upstairs, so no one was around to notice you putting on your jacket in the hall, or making your way to the back door in the kitchen.

Just as you were about to leave, however, you stopped. It occurred to you that leaving without a trace was bound to concern some nosy someones, so you quickly grabbed a notepad from a drawer and jotted down a quick, "Went for walk. Be back later." before setting the pad down on the table. Surely one of them would be able to read it, you knew you'd seen at least a couple of them reading the books from the sitting room from time to time. And if anything happened, you knew they had a SHIELD phone, of which you were sure must have your number programmed into it.

Hopefully they would call you first, and not immediately Fury.

On that note, you put an earbud in one ear and left.

The walk through the woods was blissfully uneventful. You'd missed this; the leaves had changed color and had started to fall, leaving the starts of a beautiful orange and red carpet on the forest floor; the call of a rook occasionally breaching the music from your earbud; the smell of crisp autumn air...

Though, as much as you loved this alone, you couldn't help but think maybe you should offer to bring the others out here, like Yondu had suggested way back -on the same night he had insisted on following you out here. However, even before that night, the others seemed wary of venturing into the woods once they found out there were hunters in here, and that apprehension almost certainly would now be worse seeing as they had witnessed the aftermath of one having accidentally shot you...

Yeah, probably not a good idea.

In what felt like no time at all you reached the spot of your favorite tree. You looked up at it's mossy branches and considered taking a moment to just relax beneath it. Couldn't hurt, could it?

That thought was quickly brushed aside for the reality that you had already been pushing this off for weeks for one reason or another. Well, years actually, if you wanted to get technical about it...

Better to just get to it.

You let out a breath and make your way to the backside of the tree, where the old door was hidden under some brush. The plan was to open the door, and (assuming it didn't fall to pieces right there) climb down into the tunnel (assuming the ladder was still in good condition) and, if neither of those warranted immediate repair, make your way through the tunnel and inspect it all the way to the house, making a list of any repairs needed.

Bending over, you sweep the leaves and other brush away from the door to inspect the wear- only to receive quite a shock once said debris was cleared away.

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Back at the house Peter was in his room, busy trying to think of the perfect revenge prank- but he couldn't for the life of him think of anything good. Also, it was hard trying to think of a 'master plan' that you'd 'never see coming' while you were in the same house, likely watching his every move in anticipation.

When he thought about it, what really was left that the two of you hadn't already done to each other? Fake spiders, dye in the soap, innocent food pranks, 'misplaced' items, etc. He was running out of ideas, and any he could think of just didn't seem good enough to compare with the remote prank. It was too good. And sure, he technically hadn't 'proved' it was you- and yes, he had never been able to find whatever you were using to do it- but he still knew it was you. Had to be.

Regardless, back to planning.

He wasn't going to try dye again- that really didn't work out for him last time. And bucket of water in the doorway just seemed like child's play. Sure, he could put jelly or something in your boots, but would that really be satisfying?

Should he consider teaming up with Rocket? He usually had good ideas? Then again, last Peter knew Rocket and you didn't get along so well- which might go well in convincing him to team up- but also he didn't want to risk whatever Rocket would plan winding up injuring you. Yes, he wanted revenge, but not like that.

Peter sighed. Maybe a snack would help- who can think of master plans on an empty stomach anyway? He stood up from lying on his bed and made his way downstairs into the kitchen. He'd just grabbed a bag of nuts from the pantry when he happened to notice a note on the table.

After a quick read his eyes brightened. So you weren't home... Meaning that plotting- or setting up- a prank would be much easier. It actually opened up a lot more possibilities! What possibilities? He wasn't sure yet, but possibilities nonetheless.

'Oho- leaving was a mistake on your part,' he thought. He could almost see your face now, coming home to find whatever prank he set up for you.

Now all he had to do was think of one...

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You looked down in disbelief, unsure if you were really seeing what you were seeing.

How was this possible? Who could have done this? Why had they done this?

You rubbed your eyes, just to be sure, but nope. The sight before you hadn't changed.

Someone, you didn't know who, had completely replaced the tunnel door. The old, weathered wood with the flaking paint that you remembered was now replaced by new wood, freshly painted in a color that matched well with the soil it lay in.

After the shock had mostly worn, you cautiously reach down to pull the door open. It was heavier than you remembered, and you quickly saw the reason for this was that the underside was now re-enforced with an aluminium frame.

This was certainly alarming. Who the hell could have done this?? No one knew this was here?? Other than you, the only other people who knew of this tunnel's existence were long dead. Not even Fury knew this was here, and he knew everything!

A glance down the hole showed that the door was not the only thing messed with. The stairs, while seemingly not in need of repair, looked a bit too clean for something that had supposedly been left alone for years underground. Could some crazy person have come along and just... commandeered your tunnel? Oh- that wouldn't be good at all, considering where it led to.

You quickly threw the door completely open and shined your phone flashlight down the hole, though it didn't really help you see much further than the floor directly below you. So, cautiously, you climbed down.

Once in the tunnel you debated if you should have closed the door behind you, but ultimately decided against it. If there was someone living down here, you might need a quick escape, considering you didn't bother to bring a weapon with you. Closing the door would only slow you down. If everything went well you'd close it on your way back out.

You shone your light down the tunnel, and for the most part it looked more or less how you remembered. Dirt and stone walls with many wood supports lining the entire length. Further in you started to notice that at least one of said supports looked new. This gave you a bad feeling, because the only way that could happen is if someone had been down here. You certainly hadn't been, not for years now.

You continued on, but realized once you came to the door at the other end leading into your cellar that you had found nothing out of place other than two replaced supports. No other signs of life, past or present.

This was truly bizarre. You debated opening up the door/false wall into your cellar closet for a few moments before carefully pulling it open to view the closet door itself, and then carefully opening that as well, doing your best to be as quiet as possible.

You gave the cellar a quick but thorough look-through, already knowing the door to the upstairs was locked from the other side. If anyone was down here they wouldn't have been able to make it into the house without someone knowing.

Finding no one, and nothing disturbed, you quietly made your way back into the tunnel, making sure to completely close the false wall and door leading into it.

You tried and failed to make sense of it as you journeyed back to the other end of the tunnel. No one else knew about this tunnel. You hadn't told anyone, not Fury, not Maria, you didn't even have any living family that knew about it.

Thoughts swirled in your head the entire walk back. Yondu had been the only one you ever brought out to the tree- could he? No. There's no way. Even if he somehow figured it out on his own, there was no way. Surely you'd notice his absence if he went out there, and where would he had gotten the materials from? He didn't seem to have much interest in your workshop at all.

Wait- your workshop... Could... Rocket-? No. That was even more absurd. Would he have been easier to miss tailing you on a walk to find the tunnel? Sure, but you still knew that even if he had, which you were sure he hadn't, you didn't have any aluminium in your shed, and you had doubts he could have pulled the wood out there unnoticed, or without help. He was a raccoon after all. And none of them could just leave to get more materials on their own. So it couldn't have been any of them.

Crawling up out of the tunnel you thought about how Fury found your home despite it supposedly having been kept off the books. He was Fury, and he knew everything. Is it possible that this also included the secret tunnel on your property? They had said he had vetted your property for weeks beforehand.

But he'd never said anything-? Though you supposed that wouldn't be unlike him. And if he did know, why only recently repair it? When you had been out here weeks ago to look at it, it had still been the same old weathered door. This had to have been done after that.

Is it possible he didn't know about it at first? Could he somehow had found out about it later? Or knew from the beginning but only decided to inspect it recently?

You closed the door and re-covered it with brush.

Ok, even if that was true. Why? And How?

Well, for all you knew he had hidden cameras around your property to keep watch while he wasn't there. If that was true- no. No it couldn't be that, could it? Because how would he know to set them up exactly in this area? Surely not even Fury could manage that.

You racked your brain for answers the entire way home, and the concern must have shown on your face as you came through the back door.

"You alright?" Gamora asked from the table, Mantis sitting beside her.

You blinked a moment before answering, undoing your jacket. "Uh, yeah. Just thinking." Clearly, you weren't going to let any of them in on your discovery.

"About Peter's prank?" Mantis asked. "Are you worried?"

You turn to her and raise an eyebrow, before shaking it off. You had been so busy thinking about the tunnel you had actually managed to completely forget about this prank feud with Peter. So shaken up, in fact, that you hadn't even bothered trying to listen in to see what Peter might be plotting while you were in the cellar, as you had entertained doing before you first left the house. Forcing a slight chuckle you ask, "Oh, has he finally figured out what he wants to do?"

Mantis shrugged. "I have no idea. He keeps saying it's a secret."

"Ah," you smile, shaking your head to appear completely unbothered as you left the kitchen to hang up your jacket and remove your boots. In reality, you were honestly a little worried, but you sure as hell weren't going to let any of them know that.

* * *

Over the next couple days no pranks happened, and you got increasingly paranoid.

You did your best not to show it, but it was increasingly difficult considering you had to constantly watch your back for Peter, and you still had the tunnel situation on your mind.

On the fourth day Fury made one of his visits, and you had to admit it was awkward. It didn't help that Maria didn't come with him this time, having been called away on another duty, as that only made this visit longer, which didn't help with your current stress.

For one, you were nervous the entire time that Peter was going to pull his prank while Fury was there- which wouldn't have been good at all. At one point in the visit you even pulled Peter aside and asked him what he was planning, and that he better not do it while Fury was here. He simply grinned in response and said he'd of course be on his best behavior. Little shit.

You didn't trust it, and therefore did your best to keep an eye on him the entire time.

Then there was also the matter of how you suspected Fury had something to do with the tunnel, but you couldn't just ask him because if he hadn't known about it, he would then. The whole visit was you mostly giving Peter side-eye and staring warily at Fury wondering if he knew, how much he knew if he did, and -if he did- did he now suspect that you knew that he knew by your behavior?

If he noticed you looked stressed he didn't mention it. Was that a sign that he knew? Or just a sign that he just did not care whatever antics might be going on because it was clear much of your stress was aimed towards Peter?

Luckily the visit ended soon enough without Peter pulling a prank to embarrass you in front of your boss, which was a relief. However, that didn't stop the paranoia. In fact, when nothing continued to happen well after the visit, combined with the fact that nothing had happened the past few days, it only made the paranoia worse because you knew the shoe was about to drop eventually.

That night you pulled him aside again, once again demanding to know what he had planned, only for Peter to smile and tell you "Oh, you'll know when you see it," and then walk away with a sinister laugh.

You were fucked.

* * *

Once again you woke early, just as you had the past few mornings in an effort to stave off whatever Peter might have planned. Like the other mornings you checked everything in your morning routine to make sure it hadn't been pranked before using it, and like the other mornings nothing had been messed with as far as you could tell.

You made your way down stairs for a quick drink, considering if you might go back to sleep for a bit, when you stepped in something wet in the kitchen.

You groaned and inspected the damage- apparently just a bit of juice. First your tired mind went to thinking Peter finally pranked you, but after only a moment you realized it wasn't a prank. There was an overturned cup on the counter and you realized the actual culprit was likely just Groot having gotten up for a drink during the night again, and being messy with his cup when he was finished, judging by the fact that there had only been a tiny puddle on the floor that you'd stepped in.

At any rate, this still meant you needed a fresh pair of socks, so after tossing your soiled ones into the washer, you set off back to your room to grab some.

However, you couldn't help but notice that all the socks in your dresser were gone when you got there. Instead of being frustrated, you were actually relieved. Peter must have finally pulled his prank.

You could feel the stress leave your body as you exhaled. This was completely mild compared to what you had built it up to be in your head, but you weren't going to argue. That said, you did still need another set of socks. So, not bothering to close the dresser drawer, you leave the room with the intent to search for your missing socks.

However, no sooner had you stepped into the hall did you hear Peter's voice cry out, "YOU!"

He had exited his room a little before you and caught you just as you were leaving your own, but you only looked at him in confusion. Why was he yelling at you like you had just done something to him? Wasn't he was the one who had just pranked you?

You barely had time to react, but knew your three choices were to stay put, move left into a corner, or move right to head downstairs. Naturally, you attempted the third option, but he was on you too fast, quickly grabbing your shoulder to pull you back with a "No you don't!"

Just as quickly he pulled you into a headlock and started going on about "How dare you!" and something about taking his socks.

You started to protest but only managed out a "Hey!" when he then topped the headlock off with a noogie as you attempted to pry his arm from around your neck.

Before you could get another word in he stopped with the noogie and switched to scratching his fingers at your stomach, resulting in you letting out a stream of surprised laughter as he continued on about the unfairness of pranking him yet again when 'he still hadn't gotten you back for the last prank yet!'

You finally managed to speak again, but the most you could manage was a giggly, "Peter! No!" as your senses were overcome with the ticklish feeling.

Despite this, you couldn't help but think that this was definitely a confusing turn of events. You for sure hadn't done anything to him, regardless of what he was on about, and therefore you definitely didn't deserve this punishment. Fortunately this time you didn't have the handicap of two grown men sitting on top of you, so you were able to get out of his grasp easily enough. In no time the tables were turned and soon Peter was pinned beneath you on the floor with his arms behind his back.

You were just about to give him a taste of his own medicine when it actually hit you what he had said, now that you were no longer being tickled senseless. He'd accused you of taking his socks, but you hadn't taken his socks. He had taken yours- hadn't he?

"Hey- quit squirming! Listen- I didn't take your socks! You took mine." you scold as he did his best to try and turn the tables back in his favor.

"No I didn't!" Peter argued, clearly indignant at being accused.

You raised an eyebrow. "This wasn't your prank?"

"No-?" Peter answered, now fighting you less, and with more confusion creeping into his voice. "Wasn't it yours?"

"No." you respond flatly. "Wait- why should I believe you? I thought you were all about plotting a revenge prank on me? Why shouldn't I believe this is part of it?"

Peter stopped struggling now, and seemed a little reluctant to answer. "I uh... well, I was going to, but I couldn't think of one good enough... I was going to just keep stringing you along until I thought of something, and then I just kinda... forgot about it..." He sheepishly chuckled.

"You fecker- you were 'no-prank' pranking me?!" You started pinching his side, making him jolt with startled laughter.

"Wait-wait!" he pleaded, trying to reason through his laughter, "If neither of us pranked, then who took our socks?!"

You halt your torture. He was right- unless this was part of his prank and he was just messing with you, and/or trying to save himself.

Just then, as if on cue, Kraglin came out of his room looking annoyed. "Which one of ya two took my socks?"

You decided then to release Peter, and you both attempted to clear your names as you stood from the floor.

"I didn't touch them," you say, "I woke up and all mine were gone, look at him." You pointed at Peter.

Peter scoffed. "I didn't do it! I told you I didn't do it! Mine are gone too!"

Kraglin rolled his eyes. "I don't care which one of ya did it, but y'all better return my socks now."

Yondu appeared in the doorway behind him and just stood there, staring the two of you down with a glare that clearly said that he wasn't in the mood to mess around. It was easy to assume his socks were missing too, but he didn't feel the need to repeat what Kraglin already said when a decent glare could do the job.

You held up your hands in a placating gesture. "I can't return what I didn't take."

Peter frowned. "Well I can't either!"

Drax now entered the chat. "Mine are also missing. I would like you to return them, Peter."

Mantis now spoke up from behind you, "I can't find mine either, Peter- Why would you take all our socks?"

A strangled noise came from Peter's throat. "Wha- Why do you all assume it was me!" He then started wildly gesturing in your direction as if to say, "She's right here! Why does no one accuse her!??"

Gamora sighed from their doorway. "Because this type of thing is right up your alley.... and I want mine back too."

"Where's Groot?" Rocket asked, moving past Drax to get out of their room. His fur was messed up on one side of his face as if the commotion outside had only just woken him up. He didn't seem interested in the missing socks at all- probably because he didn't wear any.

"I am Groot!" Groot's tiny voice answered from the staircase, causing all the attention to turn to him.

"A fort? Where'd you do that?" Rocket answered, rubbing his eyes as he tried to fully wake up.

"I am Groot." he bounced excitedly. "I am Groot!"

"Can't it wait til after breakfast?"

"I am Groot!" The tree child now seemed to be pleading, like, well, a child. He turned his attention from Rocket to include the rest of you. "I am Groot!"

You couldn't understand him, but you gathered enough context clues from Rocket's responses to get half an idea of what he wanted.

"Sure, buddy. Let's go see." Peter answered, clearly happy for any distraction that took the heat off of him.

To your surprise, everyone else moved to follow- so you did too. Whether it was genuine curiosity or peer pressure that made you do so, you weren't quite sure at this point.

Little Groot lead you all into the sitting room to show you his "fort."

At first you were confused. You expected to see your sofa cushions pulled off and made into makeshift supports for blankets, but you walked in to instead see the sitting room was as clean as it was left the day before.

Then Groot motioned for you all to look behind the sofa, and it cleared up multiple questions from that morning. Firstly, where his 'fort' was. Secondly, you all got to see where all your socks had gone.

Admittedly, his 'fort' was actually kinda impressive, and you found that you weren't even annoyed by the revelation that he had taken everyone's socks to build it. It looked like he had somehow managed to make it two stories, and it even had a wall going about it- all made from twisted together socks and what looked to possibly be some wooden spoons from the kitchen.

"Hey, he's the one who took all our socks!" Drax declared redundantly.

Peter rolled his eyes at him while Groot said, "I am Groot!" indignantly at Drax.

Gamora knelt on the floor to speak to Groot. "Yes, and it's a lovely fort- but you shouldn't take other people's things without asking, ok?"

Groot nodded, almost solemnly. "I am Groot..."

"Yeah buddy, time to give the hummies back their socks. You had your fun." Rocket told him firmly, but followed it up with, "I'll teach you how to build a better one later that doesn't smell like feet."

You wrinkled your nose at that. Hopefully Groot had only taken the clean ones, but just in case you'd probably be throwing yours into the wash once you got them back...

While you waited for Groot to untangle all the socks you and Peter retreated into the hall, both only half-willing to apologize for accusing the other.

"So, um... Guess we could call it a draw? I guess I technically got you back with the 'no-prank' prank. I mean- you did look pretty stressed the last few days." He grinned wide, seeming satisfied with himself.

You weren't about to argue, it was better than worrying about what he had planned, and if he'd execute it in front of your boss. Without admitting to it, however, you reply, "Yeah. Let's call it a draw."

He poked you in the stomach, making you twitch. "Admit it first. Admit I had you stressed and then we'll call the truce." He crossed his arms and grinned at you smugly.

You glared at him, and weighed your options. You could refuse on grounds of pride, and risk him taking it as a declaration of war. Or, you could give in, and save yourself all the trouble that usually came with one of your prank wars.

The answer was made up for you, when you noticed Yondu standing in the doorway behind Peter, clearly having listened in, now staring daggers into both of your souls at any prospect that another prank war might be started when it could be easily avoided at just the cost of your pride.

Concerned that he would find a way to make your life hell, and realizing that he was honestly probably scarier than anything Peter could throw at you, you rolled your eyes and gave Peter an answer.

"Fine. I 'admit it.'" You held out your hand, telling him this time you would shake on it.

Peter grinned and accepted your handshake. Before he left, however, he paused just long enough to whisper some infuriating parting words into your ear, "Told you, I'm the prank master!"

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Still remember this video, vividly 😭

Lasercorn's giggles are so adorable, bro's!

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THIS IS SO CUTE😭😭😭

Could you write a fic about Y/N being new to acting and shes really nervous about it? She feels like shes going to mess it up or something. Ler!Tom Hiddleston or Ler!RDJ (You can pick the ler!)

Nerves

"Hey love, ready to start filming?" Tom Hiddleston asked as he walked into your trailer.

"Yeah let's do this" you said with a fake smile and stand up from your bed where you were sitting on.

"What's wrong" he asked knowingly as he walked over to you.

"Nothing is wrong, I'm totally fine"

"You leave me no choice then" Sighing with fake sadness and tackling you onto the bed and prodding into your ribs.

Your giggling quickly turned into high pitched screaming laughter as you squirm around "Tom stop itHIHIHIHIHI"!!!

"No I don't think I can darling, not until you tell me what's wrong and start to smile again like you mean it" Tom said with a smirk as he leaned down and blew a raspberry in your neck.

"GHAHAHHHA NEVERHHIHIHIH" you screamed through your laughter now seeing it as a challenge.

"Never huh? We'll see about that" He switched places and tasered your sides before scribbling over your tummy.

"NHAHHAHAHAH" you throw your head back in laughter as you squirm around before doing something stupid.

You reached up and tickled his sides.

Tom let out a surprised laugh before looking down at you with the iconic Loki smirk "You shouldn't have done that" he pulled your back to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around you before burying his face in the crook of your neck, blowing raspberries and rubbing his small beard over the side of your neck.

You went INSANE, laughing so hard that your face turned red until you were reduced down into a giggling mess which hung limply in his arms.

"Now are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" He asked as he stopped torturing you for a second.

"yeshihihihihi" you said through the remaining giggles.

He let up his tickles and cuddled you against him comfortable.

After a while of getting your breath back you spoke softly "I'm just really nervous that I'll mess up or do something stupid".

"Oh darling" Tom said with a soft and understanding sigh "There is nothing wrong with being nervous or messing something up, everyone does it because it's human nature, even the greatest actors or actresses mess up sometimes and just laugh about their mistakes because that's what they are, mistakes are simply learning curves Love".

"I know" you murmur as you cuddle against him.

"You are one of the best actresses that I've ever worked with and trust me when I'll say that you'll go far in this world because you deserve it" Tom said lovingly as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You guys lay there for a while before your nerves finally calmed down and it was time for filming.

And The Tom Hiddleston never let you forget how amazing you were.

#ler!tom hiddleston #ler!tom #tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader

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WILBURRRRRR

give him to me.

LET IT BE KNOWN I PREDICYED THIS ONCE AGAIN.

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HELLO??? JAMES?!!

@strangleetomz the way i actually screeched /pos

#tickles #OMFG??????

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Stop I love Jack😭😭

#tickles #sfw tickles #tickle #tickle community #tword #tword community #mcyt tickle #tword content #mcyt irl tickle #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #lee!jack #ler!tommy #ler!Jack

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Hello En! I just found your blog and it looks... "glamorous💥"!

I wanted to ask what ships you do/love and which ones would you like to write for😅

(I got couple of ideas going through my mind☻️)

Hi! Thank you so much!! I don’t write ships (since im Aromantic), sorry about that!😋 But if u have some other ideas let me know!!<3

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I will do another poll for my next fic soon!!

Peace and Quiet.

Lee!Peter Ler!Loki

(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW don’t interact.)

Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!

Author’s note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the best😭

Word count: 1.2k+

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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower… or so he thought.

Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.

Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. “Hey guys! I- oh…” He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.

“Wheres.. uhm… wheres Mr.Stark?” Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.

Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.

“Okay well…” Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.

Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.

Peter spoke “O-Oh i can move-“ “No, it’s fine.” Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didn’t mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldn’t bare the silence.

“What’re you reading?” Peter turned to look at Loki.

“…A book.” Loki responded, lazily turning the page.

“Ah… nice… what book?” He asked more specifically.

Loki glanced at the cover “Lord of the Flies…” He went back to reading.

“Oh! Ive read that one!” Peter perked up.

Loki glanced at Peter. “…You have?”

“Yeah… a while ago.” Peter said enthusiastically.

“Hm.” Loki hummed and went back to reading.

Peter didn’t know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didn’t work.

Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. “Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.

Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, cool. So… how… how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?” Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.

Loki thought about it for a second. “…Its weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.” Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.

“…Right.” Peter paused, and then asked again. “What were you thinking while trying to invade New York?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know, that thats in the past. I’ve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty… underwhelming.”

Peter nodded, even thought he’s pretty sure Loki had just called ‘humans’ dumb he wasn’t going to press it. “Why are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?”

Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. “I did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.”

Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the ‘god’. “What are your powers?”

Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. “I have many.”

“Like what?” Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.

“…Illusions.” Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.

“…And?” Peter leaned a little closer.

Loki sighed. “…shapeshifting.”

Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. “Thats it?”

“No.” Loki answered.

Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. “Then what else?”

Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? “Mind control.”

“Thats it?” Peter asks again.

Loki groans louder. “…no, thats not it.”

“What else?” Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.

Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head ‘don’t yell, don’t yell, don’t yell.’ “A lot more stuff.” Loki replies blandly.

Peter twists his head to the side “Like what?” He really wasn’t trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.

Loki turns to look at the kid.

Peters curious expression turns to confusion. “…what?”

Loki murmurs something to himself. “…nothing.” He turns back to his.

“So…….. like mind control..?” Peter asks quietly.

Loki sighs. “I just said that.”

“Oh. Right….” Peter thinks for a second. “So.. teleportation?”

Loki closes his book, very annoyed. “Do you ever shut up??”

Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. “I- what..?”

Loki narrows his eyes. “You’re clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Don’t you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???”

Peter scoots back a little. “I uh… i didn’t know..?”

Loki tries to calm down. “Go do something. I don’t know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!” He waves his hand dismissively.

“I would but uhh… its always locked.” Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.

Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isn’t allowed to hurt the boy.

Theres a moment of silence… before Peter breaks it. “…you want tea?”

Lokis eye twitches, thats it. “Im done. You’re done.” Loki grabs Peter’s ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.

Peter yelps. “W-waitwaitwait!!” Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.

“Im not going to hurt you.” Loki says with an angry tone.

Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.

“Y’know Stark talks about you when he’s drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.” Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.

“W-what do you mean?” Peter asks nervously.

Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. “This ought to calm you down.”

Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.

Peter yelps. “Wait! No! Hold on!”

“Shut up.” Loki starts squeezing Peter’s sides rapidly.

“Gahah! Wahait!” Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.

“Don’t try and fight me.” As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.

“Wai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!” As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.

“Oh now you decide to shut up?” Loki says teasingly.

Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.

“No? Youre not going to shut up?” Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.

“AHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!” As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.

“Tell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.” Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.

Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.

“Nonono, say it. I want to hear it.” Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.

“I cahaHANT!!” Peter threw his head back from laughter.

“Thats too bad then.” Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.

Peter practically howled. “OKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!” Peter shook his head violently. “IM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!” Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.

Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.

Peter gasped for air. “Man… ah…”

Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. “Had enough?”

Peter nodded, getting up.

“Good. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?” Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.

“No! No. Im good. So good.” Peter quickly got up from the couch.

Loki nodded, going back to his book.

Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again… or at least that's what Loki thinks.

#sfw tickle #tickles #tword #tickle fic #mcu tickle #lee!Peter #ler!Loki