#anyone notice the captain america line from endgame I included sneakily

[cantsaythetword]

Don’t Stop Believing

~A/N  - Wassup fuckers here’s the fic you guys did to me. We were watching glee when it happened lol (hence the title). This is literally just twords. Like, no build up, no plot, literally just a solid wrecking. 

Also I’m gonna link this as a sequel to a fic im gonna write soon hehehehe, hence the link to a childhood nickname with Bucky and Steve :D

Hope you enjoy and hope you don’t tease me about it too badly.

- Enoy! ~

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Steve was an absolute little shit. Bucky knew that 100%. And who could blame him? Winding up your friends is great fun, especially when they inevitably break and decide to wreck your shit.  

And tonight was one such night.

Steve had been talking shit as he usually does, winding up Bucky, making fun of Thor, and the pair had just about had enough.

“We all know I’d win in a fight, Buck.” Steve chuckled, folding his arms behind his head as the three superheroes relaxed on the couch.

Bucky let out a slow laugh. “Sure we do, giggles.”

Thor chuckled at that, whilst the mention of the childhood nickname sent shivers down Steve’s spine, and a red blush across his cheeks. But that wasn’t enough for him. No, he wasn’t done just yet.

“Just admit it!” He grinned. “I would absolutely destroy you if I wanted to.”

“Ok giggles.” Bucky replied without so much as a turn of his head. But Steve could tell he was getting to him.

“Yep.” He continued, really pushing his luck. “There would be nothing you could do but h-AH!” He squeaked, as five fingers wriggled their way under his arm.

“You wanna say that again, punk?” Bucky grinned sadistically, knowing Steve wouldn’t give in that easily.

“Youhouhou would dihihie!” Steve managed to giggle out, before another hand shoved itself into his other armpit.

“I’d die huh? Bold words coming from the guy who’s literally a mess at my fingertips.”

The pair continued their back and forth banter for a few moments, before Bucky figured he had given Steve enough. He winked at Thor, before turning back to watching the TV. 

“Told you I’d win.” Steve muttered under his breath, ensuring it was just loud enough so Bucky would hear.

Bucky turned in an instant and once again began torturing the poor man’s armpits. “You’re really asking for it tonight, huh?”

“I’d hardly call that winning, Steven.” Thor said with a smile. 

Steve could only laugh in response, getting exactly what he deserved (and exactly what he wanted) from Bucky. There was no logical reasoning behind it, no method to the madness. Steve wanted tickles. And apparently, tonight he was gonna get them. Whatever it takes. 

“Asking for what, you to lose?” Steve panted this time, slightly out of breath from Bucky’s appropriate punishment. 

“You must really want to be tickled tonight, Captain.” Thor laughed, sitting upright in his spot and giving Bucky a look.

“Oh yeah, he loves it.” Bucky smirked, slightly shifting his position.

“Shut it, Buck.” 

The two exchanged a glace with one very clear meaning, and Steve began to grin in anticipation.

There wasn’t much of it though, as Thor and Bucky immediately sprung into action.

With one hand, Thor pinned Steve’s left arm above his head, using the other to poke and claw at the poor man’s armpits. Bucky, meanwhile, was using one hand in Steve’s right armpit, and one against his neck, to send the Captain into absolute hysterics. Steve thrashed and squirmed and laughed as much as he could under the control of the two tormentors, a huge grin adorning his face the whole time. 

“Wow, for someone who enjoys this so much, you are rather ticklish.” Thor commented, giving a squeeze to Steve’s hips for emphasis causing them to buck off the bed. 

“Yeah Steve, what’s up with that?” Bucky asked, moving to scratch at Steve’s (weirdly sensitive) ears. 

The blond could only laugh in response, occasionally managing to burst out with a ‘NO!’ before descending into madness once more. 

“Give his feet a go.” Bucky gestured to Thor with a grin, and the god eagerly pounced onto the supersoldier’s legs.

“NONONONONO THOR NO!” Steve pleaded, kicking his legs and twisting his body to the best of his ability in an attempt to escape. 

In the scuffle, Steve managed to flip himself over. His victory was short lived, however, as now Bucky was able to sit on his back, and Thor could sit on the back of his calves. 

“Oh you’re screwed now.” Bucky said into Steve’s ear, accompanied by the teasiest smirk Steve had heard in his life. 

With that, Bucky began skittering his fingertips up and down Steve’s ribs. The piano-playing-like touches sent electric jolts running through Steve’s body, and his limbs flailed uselessly beside him. 

“BUHUHUHUCKY!” Steve shrieked, trying desperately to throw him off. 

No luck.

To make matters worse (... better?), Thor began to run his fingers down the supersoldier’s feet. 

That’s when Steve broke.

“THOHAHAHAR!!” He laughed helplessly, scrunching his toes to mitigate the ticklish sensations running up and down his legs. 

“Oh my, you really are ticklish here.” Thor laughed, occasionally reaching behind him to tickle under Steve’s knees. He could feel the man’s legs pulling upwards to try and save himself, but no amount of serum could grow his calf muscles enough to lift a literal god up and off them. 

With chances of escape seeming to be getting closer and closer to zero, with the hope to cling to the last of his sanity and dignity, Steve could do nothing but hide his now bright red face into the couch cushions and hope the relentless assault of his body would end soon enough. Otherwise he would definitely run out of oxygen from the laughing. 

And it seemed his sanity would soon run out too, as Thor’s fingers slowly drifted towards Steve’s toes. 

The second they touched that sweet spot between the ball of his foot and his toes, Steve let out a screech and descended into manic laughter. 

His periodic gasps of air turned to wheezes, and his methodic escape-wiggling turned to absolute pointless thrashing. 

“THAHAHAHA!” He begged. “STAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” 

“Hah!” Bucky half-screeched half-laughed. “What was that Giggles?”

“SHUHUHAHAT!”

“You need a break Stevie?” Bucky teased, slowing his fingers down at the subtle nod of his friend.  

Thankfully, for the sake of Steve’s lungs, the pair stopped their assault. Bucky returned to watching his show, grinning at the state he had turned his friend to. Thor, on the other hand, decided to lightly scratch Steve’s back to calm him down.

Though they couldn’t see it (through the couch cushions that Steve continued to press his burning face into), Steve’s face relaxed into a giggly smile as his breathing slowed to a more normal pace.

Bucky added a hand to the mix, gently tracing his fingers up and down the back of Steve’s arm. The tingly shivers only relaxed the giggly man more, but he kept his face buried in the soft fabric. 

“I believe we may have broken him.” Thor chuckled softly, gently pulling on Steve’s shoulder in an attempt to reveal his face. 

Steve remained face down. 

“Aw, you too embarrassed to come out giggles?” Bucky grinned, giving a small laugh at Steve’s groan of complaint. 

“Screhehew you.” Steve giggled out, almost satisfied with the thorough wrecking he had just recieved. 

Bucky simply laughed, gently running his fingers through Steve’s hair. 

After a few more minutes of embarrassed brooding, Steve manoeuvred himself to an upright position on the sofa. His face still bright pink. 

Bucky took one look and burst into cheeky giggles. 

“Did we really get you that good?” He asked, laughing harder at the nod in response.  

“I could still beat you in a fight.” Steve grumbled, a grin teasing its way into his voice. 

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Bucky raised an eyebrow, squeezing into the man’s ribs. 

“Hehehehe, no I do not.” Steve giggled quietly. 

“Now shhh, we’re trying to watch!” Bucky gestured to the TV, still scritching his fingers along Steve’s arms and ribs. 

Steve could only roll his eyes and giggle with each movement of Bucky’s hands. As much as the tickling was unbearable, he adored times like these with two of his best friends. And wouldn’t give it up for the world.

#fic #mine #@ Da Boyz (TM) #HERE YOU GO FUCKHEADS #YOU ASKED FOR IT #YOU PREDICTED IT #NOW SLEEP IN THE BED YOU MADE #also hehehehe #anyone notice the captain america line from endgame I included sneakily #well #idk if it was sneaky #but STILL #it's in there #easter egg #or reference #WHATEVER #am i finishing this at 4am? #yes #does that mean it's gonna be bad? #yep #do I really mind at this point? #yeah kinda #but ITS FINE #it's more for the irl friends than just for the posting times #so is ok #also i lied im not FINISHING it at 4am #im STARTING TO WRITE at 4am #we shall see how long it takes to finish it #ALSO FOR THE TWO FUCKERS WHO STAR IN THIS IGNORE THAT LAST LINE THAT IS DEFINITELY ONLY STEVE AND NOT ME AT ALL #I HATE YOU GUYS AND DO NOT AT ALL LOVE YOU NOT ONE SINGLE BIT