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So, you got Detention

@berrys-hide-out Hey Berry, I hope reading this cheers you up a little, hope you like it <3. @cantsaythetword I didn't forget to tag you, here you go :)

Summary: Getting detention sucks. Getting detention for something you haven't done sucks even more. Getting detention and getting scolded through a Captain America PSA for something you haven't done and going home to have said man looking at you disappointedly is the bad-tasting cheery on top that Peter didn't need on this absolute disaster of a Monday. At least he gets the satisfaction of telling the rest of the team about Cap's PSAs. That's going to be fun.

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"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you," sings Peter softly before his face turns into a grimace. "I'm never getting this song out of my head now. Thanks for that, Ned," mutters the teen without any bite, stepping out of the subway station. Despite Rick Astley uninvitedly declaring his love inside Peter's head, his lip twitched upwards for the first time today. He was glad to be finally heading to the Avengers Tower. Peter was ready to lock himself into the lab with Mr. Stark and ask the man what they would work on today. Him needing to bring distance between himself and the rest of the world doesn't come off as much of a surprise, taking into account that today had sucked until now. Immensely. At least in Mr. Stark's lab, nothing could get on his nerves, breaking the continuation of a bleak day. 

It began with oversleeping. 

The shrill sound of the alarm had cruelly torn Peter out of a dreamless slumber, and with a soft moan, the still sleep-drunk teen had aimlessly patted for the clock to end the obnoxious sound. As soon as silence had fallen over the bedroom, Peter's eyelids dropped, and although telling himself that it would just be five more minutes of lying down, he promptly fell asleep again. If Spiderman had stuck to his curfew and not exploited his aunt working overtime, there might be a chance getting to school late could have been avoided. When Peter woke the second time, tiredly checking his mobile phone, he sprung up in shock as he caught the time. Twenty minutes before the bell would ring. With no time for breakfast, he had washed up as quickly as he could, shoved the next best sweater and jeans he could find into his backpack, and sprinted out of the apartment. Peter usually avoided swinging to school, but drastic times called for drastic measures. He just hoped there wouldn't be any posts or articles of people wondering what Spiderman was doing, swinging this early in the morning cause that always prompted a rather unwelcome interview with Mr. Stark, or worse, Aunt May. 

In his hurry to get to school on time, the boy had packed the wrong folder, thus having to scribble the history homework onto a paper two minutes before classes started. MJ had caught him sitting on the floor before the classroom, rushing to copy Ned's answers as if his life depended on it. She had pulled up an eyebrow before rolling her eyes. The girl didn't have to say anything for Peter's ears to grow red, embarrassed to look this unprepared in front of their decathlon team captain. Classes were relatively uneventful. Well, apart from the Spanish vocabulary test that Peter might have forgotten. Luckily, he could answer everything, although the boy was sure he spelled at least two words wrong. At lunch, Peter had felt the aftereffect of not eating breakfast as his stomach was rebelling, threatening to start eating itself from the sounds of it. The teen swore he could eat at least three portions until he had seen what they served today. To clarify, Peter isn't a picky eater. At all. Living years with Aunt Mays cocking trained him into trying everything deemed edible, and the hunger did the rest. But today, out of all days, the cafeteria ladies decided to let their presumable hate for the students show in the manifestation of the most disgusting-looking meatballs the boy had ever seen.

"Are those capers?" 

Ned had glanced from his fork, where a with sauce dripping green ball of something pierced on, over to Peter, who, in return, squinted down onto his plate. He pushed the greens covered in watered-down sauce with his fork around before looking at his best friend with a frown.

"Could be. But to be honest, I don't really wanna find out."

The food had tasted just as it looked, and Peter was glad he was enhanced because he was sure if that weren't the case, he would have gotten food poisoning. How Ned got the funny-tasting excuses for a meal down was still a mystery to him. Having no money to buy something else to eat and knowing that his metabolism wouldn't let him go on without eating, Peter hadn't had much of a choice other than to force the stuff down his throat. 

"If I don't show up to school tomorrow, you know what has happened to me," Ned had said with a slightly pained expression as he pushed his empty plate away to put a safety distance between himself and his lunch.

"Same," agreed Peter as he stood up. He had thrown a look at the leftovers, suppressing a shudder as he collected the food tray. They quickly left the cafeteria and the traumatic lunch experience the place brought with it behind. On their way to biology class, Peter had hope that this was the point where his day would finally turn, where it would start getting better. But of course, no day at school could end without Flash strutting up to them, holding onto the need to be insufferable. Flash had been making a beeline for Peter. The intent to bump his shoulder into Peter had been painfully obvious. Flash's nearing presence had sent Peter's spider-sense off, and it took the vigilante some willpower to let the impact happen. 

"What, not apologizing for blocking the hall with your stupid face, Parker?"

Not wanting the situation to escalate, Peter tried to overlook the provocation. He wasn't looking forward to a confrontation, minding his business and continuing walking away when Ned whispered. "Don't mind him. Flash probably ate one too many of those meatballs and now feels like crap." Peter was aware that his friend only meant to lighten up the mood. He couldn't help heaving a sigh when their classmate turned around with an icy glare. "What did you say about me, Fatty?" 

Apparently, Neds whispering had not been as quiet as intended. Flash had snarled, hand reaching out to grab Ned's collar but grasped at nothing as Peter anticipated the action and pulled his friend out of reach. He had shoved himself between the two and tried to calm Flash down when the teen grabbed his arm roughly, pulling him closer. 

"Listen, Parker, one more word from your friend and I-" The rest of his threat had gotten cut off by the booming voice of Mrs. Warren echoing through the hallway, causing the students standing near her to jump at the sound.

"Parker, Thompson! Detention!"

"Fuck you, Parker."

With a glare, Flash had let go of him and stomped away under the watchful eye of Mrs. Warren. Ned had turned wide-eyed to his friend, carefully laying his hand on Peter's arm where Flash had grabbed him.

"Are you hurt? Peter, I'm so sorry, you shouldn't get detention because of me. I'll talk to Mrs. Warren."

Peter had pulled Ned back with a tired sigh. "Don't bother, Ned. You know Mrs. Warren won't change her mind. She's not exactly my biggest fan. I'll message Mr. Stark that I'm going to be late."

Ned was quick to protest. " But you did nothing wrong! Dude, that's just not fair!"

"It's alright, Ned. It's only detention. It won't be too bad."

By the time Peter finally got to step out of the building, he felt the urge to shake his head at his naivety. Detention had been downright awful. The second the supervising teacher had rolled in the antic tube television, Peter had an odd foreboding of what would come. The old device had flickered to life, and the speaker began playing with a static noise that made Peter wince inwardly. Peter swears he could see Mr. Stark before his inner getting an aneurysm at the sight and sound of their school equipment. Peter had ignored the burning pair of eyes trying to bore into the back of his head, courtesy of Flash, the latter trying to get his attention by calling him names but got told off by their teacher quickly. Peter had also noticed the lack of MJ, who chose today out of all days, not bothering to sketch someone's questioning of their life choices, and maybe detention would have been a tiny bit less terrible with her in the classroom. His eyes had flipped back to the TV, where a star-spangled, all too familiar-looking man sat down on a chair and began talking. 

"So, your body is changing. Believe me. I know how that feels."

Peter had sunk deeper into his chair with a groan, the need to bid his lunch goodbye stronger than ever. Sixty painful minutes of unwanted advice from America's most popular and still living icon later, Peter is on his way to the Tower when his mobile phone vibrates inside his jeans pocket, Ned's name greeting him on the display.

"Hey, Peter. I'm still really sorry for earlier. But look what I found! This article is about Spiderman!"

Peter was glad his headphones were on as he clicked on the link Ned had sent him, as Never Gonna Give You Up blasts into his ears. It took him a few seconds as he stared down at his mobile phone, where the singer cheerfully danced behind his microphone, only for him to realize what happened. A surprised chuckle makes it out of his mouth as Peter holds his mobile phone up and whispers, "Dude, did you just rickroll me?". The grin was evident in his voice before he sent the audio message. It doesn't take Ned a minute to answer with a series of laugh emojis. Peter continuously chats with Ned on his way, his Spidey sense keeping him from bumping into anyone during the bustle on Manhattan's sidewalks. 

Despite being late, there is the hint of a smile tugging Peter's lips upwards as he steps out of the elevator, amused about something Ned had written. Someone clears their throat, and Peter startles at the sound, quickly using his stickiness to catch his phone. The device dangles from the tip of his ring finger while Peter wonders why he has not felt their presence when a pair of familiar black dress shoes comes into view. Realization washes over Peter at their sight, the owner the only other person apart from his aunt, that his spidey sense doesn't go off to. 

"Hey, Mr. Stark," greets Peter and puts on a polite smile as he takes in the frown displayed on his mentor's face. Maybe he should have written more than, "Hi, Mr. Stark. I'm going to be late. Happy doesn't have to drive me." 

Peter's smile must have looked as forced as it felt by the look Mr. Stark gave him in return. The man stays quiet as Peter walks past him towards the guest room to put his backpack away. Walking into the living room, the teen gets greeted by the rest of the Avengers lingering around. Peter makes a beeline towards the couch where Clint is sitting, hoping to avoid the confrontation with his mentor just a little longer.

"Hey, Pete. How was school?"

"Please don't ask," mumbles Peter, taking a pillow to hug it while he sinks further into the cushions, trying to be one with the furniture. He leans his head back and stares at the ceiling while Clint chuckles next to him. "That bad, huh?" asks the man, and Peter hums. He closes his eyes, relishing that he finally gets to rest when the sound of footsteps grows closer before halting in front of the couch. Peter suppresses a sigh.  

"Care to explain why you happen to be late?" Mr. Stark doesn't sound too bothered, which Peter takes as a good sign. He ponders if he liked Mr. Stark better when the man had been more indifferent but quickly pushes that thought into the back of his mind. Mr. Stark is just worried. But still, Peter didn't like the curiosity and concern in the older man's voice, the tone making him feel like a little kid getting scolded. The boy hugs the pillow closer, successfully muffling his voice by pressing it against his face. He really wasn't in the mood for this kind of conversation. Pushing his face deeper into the pillow, he grumbles, "I had detention."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that, Spiderling."

Peter is pretty sure Mr. Stark did catch that. Something cold presses against his forehead, the only part of his face not hidden behind the pillow. Peter peeks from under it up to Natasha, who holds a can of Coca-Cola above him, a tiny smile on her lips. She nodded toward Stark with a reassuring smile, and Peter felt a bit better, knowing someone was there to step in if Mr. Stark became too overbearing. Taking the drink from her, the teen sat up properly and put the pillow down, facing his mentor.

"I hung out with Deadpool after school," he deadpanned, his last attempt to stir away from the topic. Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, sending a side eye at Clint, who dared to snicker at the kid's comment.

"Funny kid, but just to let you know, I have a pretty little monitor in the lab telling me that you haven't left the school building until twenty-five minutes ago. Oh, and I hope for my and your aunt's sanity that you haven't been around Deadpool without at least a ten-mile distance between you two. That man is a nutcase, Peter."

Ignoring the jab at the merc with a mouth and Peter's secret "Thursday is taco-day" partner, he raises an eyebrow. "Should I file a police report for stalking, Mr. Stark?"

"Kid, I don't need two spies and Snowflake around knowing you are deflecting. Now, out with it. Why were you late?"

Peter picked up on the silence around, aware that, by now, everyone in the room and the kitchen were probably listening in. A little embarrassed by the attention, the teen's eyes wander toward his lap, where he absentmindedly fiddles with his web shooters, a sense of shyness overcoming him.  

"I had detention," he repeats, a little timid.

The silence only lasts a few seconds.

"Ouch, detention. I knew there had to be something about you, man. No one can be such a goody-two-shoes all the time," teases Sam with a smile, patting Peter's shoulder as he walks past to sit next to Bucky. Peter's lip twitched at the comment, relief flooding him when he looked around and saw no one looking disappointed. Catching Mr. Stark studying him, Peter fumbles with his web shooters again. Although the man didn't seem mad, the way he was looking at him made Peter nervous. Before the teen knew what was happening, he was already throwing a lengthy explanation the man's way, a sudden flood of words hastily chained together to form a somewhat coherent report of what had happened.

"Those meatballs were seriously bad, Mr. Stark. It reminded me of the time you made me try oysters. I'm not sure if I should ever forgive you for that, by the way. That had been kinda traumatic." Peter was painfully aware he was full-on rambling at this point, but Mr. Stark silently listening was unnerving him greatly, so he pushed on, eyes everywhere except Mr. Stark. 

"Flash walked up to us and tried picking a fight. I just wanted to go and ignore him, seriously Mr. Stark, I didn't even look at him, but then Ned said something about Flash feeling crappy cause of those meatballs, and it was a joke, but Flash heard it, and he was going to grab Ned by the collar." 

Peter goes on, and by the looks Bruce and Rhodey are throwing him, he should probably take a second to breathe before freaking out the adults in the room. But Peter couldn't waste time caring about who he was freaking out because he was going to freak if not managing to make Mr. Stark understand that he didn't get detention on purpose. 

"I put myself between them when Flash grabbed me instead when Mrs. Warren came by. She saw us in the hallway and gave us detention."

"Hold on," says Sam, sitting up as he looks at Peter, wearing an incredulous expression. "You've got detention 'cause you avoided your friend getting roughed up by that Flash kid? Is that what I'm getting?"

Before Peter could answer him, Mr. Stark had already his Stark phone out. "I knew that Flash kid meant trouble. That's it. I'm going to get that gremlin expelled."

"Wait, you can't do that, Mr. Stark!"

The man raises an eyebrow, and Peter backpedals quickly. "Okay, you could, but please, you don't have to. He didn't hurt anyone, and it's only detention!"

"He was about to hit your friend, Peter," comments Clint, and Peter did not doubt if Mr. Stark wasn't about to call his school, then the archer would be the one to do it. Clint could get weirdly protective at the most random times.

"He does dumb stuff, yes, but if you expel him, it could get him in serious trouble. I know he has problems at home, and getting expelled isn't the solution." By the pointed look he's receiving from several of the Avengers, Peter had a hunch that his arguments weren't cutting it. He needs to pull out the big guns. The teen leaned forward and looked up to Mr. Stark with the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster. "Please, Mr. Stark. Don't call the school."

If he hadn't been panicking about Mr. Stark trying to expel his classmate, Peter would have found it funny how quickly the hero calling himself Iron Man crumbled. Tony rolls his eyes with an excessive sigh passing his lips as he pockets his Stark Phone. "Next time that hooligan starts something, I will have him expelled faster than you can say, Mr. Stark, got it?"

Peter grins at his mentor. "Got it, Mr. Stark," he chirps back, leaning back into the couch and feeling content for the first time that day. He catches onto the amused glances the others send him and Mr. Starks way. 

"So, how many pizzas should I order?" asks Rhodey, the man successfully breaking the silence. With the promise of Pizza and the knowledge that no one minded him getting detention, Peter takes out his phone to text Ned, the smile from before back on his lips. He looks up, feeling someone looking at him, and meets Bucky's eyes. 

"Still can't believe they give you detention without clearing up the situation," says the man, crossing his arms over his chest, a sour expression on his face. Peter was about to tell Bucky that it was alright, honestly touched that the man got bothered on his behalf when Captain America chose that moment to walk in. A groan builds up in his throat as the man settles next to Bucky. Steve's brows are furrowed in concern as he glances around the room, lines on his forehead deepening before his eyes turn to the teen. It takes only a second for Peter to guess that Steve had only picked up the detention part of the conversation.

"You've got detention?"

Steve says it so seriously it makes Peter want to throw the pillow at something. Or someone. Too tired to retell the event, Peter merely shrugs his shoulders. "It wasn't that bad."

He had hoped they would leave it at that, but who was he kidding? He's talking about Steve Rogers, after all. Peter's good mood starts deflating when Steve puts on his disappointed Captain America face.

"You're a good kid, Peter. You shouldn't get in trouble." 

The teen's expression turns sour at Steve's comment.

"Steve, leave him alone," begins Bucky, frowning at his friend and leaning forward to intervene when the teen sinks into his seat with a low groan. Tony shoots him a worried glance. "What's wrong, Pete?"

Peter ignores the question in favor of sending Steve a glare. Steve dared to look baffled by the look sent his way. If today hadn't been so bad, Peter wouldn't even consider rolling his eyes at Steve, but now he couldn't be bothered to be polite to Captain Popsicle. "I had to listen to your lectures for sixty minutes today, Steve. Sixty. Minutes. I think I had my fill, so please don't bother starting another lecture about what is right and wrong if you don't even know what happened!"

Mr. Stark looks highly amused, not bothering to stop Peter from throwing his sass at Steve, which the teen usually kept for being alone with him in the lab, not often showing it in front of the rest of the team. Bruce raises an eyebrow, head slightly tilted in question. "Peter, Steve had been here all day while you were in school. When should he have lectured you?"

"He wasn't, but I had to listen to his PSA during detention, and I don't feel like hearing more now," answers the teen with something that might, under some circumstances, resemble a pout. Not that Peter would be pouting in front of the Avengers.

"PSA?" asks Clint while Bucky carries a thoughtful look before glancing at the blond sitting next to him.

"You shot PSAs? They still do these?"

Taking in all the puzzled faces around them, Peter quickly realized something that filled his inside with nothing but delight. It was like someone turned a switch, the not-pout on the teen's face morphing into a grin bright enough to lighten the room while Steve's face darkened with every new question asked, their expression the complete opposite of each other. 

"They don't know," whispered Peter under his breath, eyes locked on Steve. He lets out a surprised laugh, a grin wider than ever. 

"Oh my god, Steve, they don't know!"

He sits upright, the tiredness completely wiped off him as he beams at the blond, eyes gleaming with mischief rivaling Loki.

"Peter," says Steve slowly, the warning heavy in the undertone of his voice. Said warning meets deaf ears, Peter not even thinking about stopping any time soon. He had felt like crap the whole day. Nothing went his way, and Peter knows that that's not on Steve. But having to listen to Captain America's lecture when he did nothing wrong only for the man himself to assume that he did something the second someone uses the word detention in context with Peter without giving him a chance to explain rubbed him the wrong way. The teen isn't a fan of revenge and retaliation and holding grudges, but today, Peter felt petty. If Steve thought he could spoil the rest of the day after school had been that bad already, then he could buckle up. Peter knows his behavior is childish and petty, traits no one would connect with Spiderman, but the teen isn't Spiderman right now. He is Peter Parker, a feeling wronged fifteen-year-old who holds the perfect blackmail material of the person who wronged him in his young, inhumanly sticky hands.

"So," begins Peter in the most serious voice he could muster, giving it his best Captain America impersonation. The way Steve's expression contorted into a grimace was worth it. "you got detention."

"I give you one chance to stop, Peter," warned Steve, eyes narrowed dangerously. Peter only grins wider at that, having way too much fun rilling the blond up while the others could only share confused glances.

"Something tells me this goes over my head," stage whispers Clint. 

"Doesn't everything?" shoots Sam at him simultaneously as Tony throws a, "Nothing new, then."

"Harsh," says Clint, rubbing his chest in mock hurt, causing the others to chuckle. "But back to Spider-kid and Cap, does anyone know what those two are on about?"

Choruses of no clue and a beat from Rhodey are all he gets before all eyes are on the pair, who are now challenging in a silent stare-off. Peter leaned forward, openly enjoying teasing the older man. Steve is ready to jump at him by the looks of it, but Peter isn't intimidated in the slightest, knowing he could outrun the older man. "You screwed up. You know what you did was wrong. The question is, how are you gonna make things right?"

Peter's grin widens at the same time Steve narrows his eyes. 

"Last warning, Pete."

The blond raises his eyebrows, caught off guard when the teen leans back into his seat. He watches with surprise how Peter fishes his phone out of his pocket, taking a short glance at it before calmly placing it on the coffee table. 

"Okay, I'll stop here," says Peter mercifully, stretching as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. The blond's eyes follow the teen's movement, and Sam snickers how his friend's body deflates at the tension vacating his shoulders, amused by the power a teenager holds over Steve's head.

"Oh, by the way, Steve," Steve's heads shoot up at the tone in Peter's voice. He locks eyes with the teen, who wears the cheekiest grin any of the Avengers ever had seen him carry as he beams at the man.

"Maybe you were trying to be cool. But take it from a guy who's been frozen for 65 years... The only way to be cool is to follow the rules."

Peter's grin was about to reach his eyes. He couldn't help himself. 

"Are you following the rules, Steve?"

In hindsight, Peter should have anticipated that the super soldier wouldn't let go of it without some retaliation. It had been too much fun to watch the man's patience thinning than to think what the outcome of that scenario would mean for Peter. He ducks at the same time his Spidey sense peaks, blocking the pillow flung at him just in time. The low buzz had begun to surr in his ear since he started teasing Steve and was growing into a shrill ringing when the man got up from his seat incredibly fast. Peter turns around while stepping out of reach, avoiding the hands reaching for him by vaulting over the couch, including Clint. 

"Hey, no jumping over my furniture!" scolds Mr. Stark, but the crinkling of skin around his eyes betrays the stern act as he watches his mentee chased by Cap, wearing a grin on his face. 

"Sorry, Mr. Stark!" 

The sincerity of the apology suffers under the smile lying in his voice. 

Peter stands still, eyes not leaving Steve, who hovers on the other side of the couch, waiting for him to move. Despite focusing on the blond, Peter catches onto the excitement in the room, their little chase entertaining the others immensely, followed by the cheering they receive from the rest. The whole situation was so silly. Peter couldn't help but laugh when he feinted a step to the side, causing Steve to flinch as the man was ready to pounce but narrowing his eyes as he caught on Peter trying to fool him. He couldn't wait to tell Ned that he had teased Captain America, the thought alone bringing a grin about to split his face. 

The excitement in the room only increases, so much that Peter doesn't notice the new presence of a person before nearly bumping into them. Thanks to his sixth sense, he barely keeps from barreling into Mrs. Potts. He comes to an abrupt halt despite wearing socks, only possible thanks to his stickiness. Pepper holds a hand over her heart, the surprise written all over her face when Steve takes the chance of Peter not paying attention. The last thing Peter catches is Pepper's green eyes widening, her mouth forming a silent o before something slams into him at full speed, turning the world upside down. 

"Whoa, careful Steve. I don't want squished spiders on my clothes."

Clint scowls playfully at the blond, who ignores him in favor of wrestling with a laughing teen on the couch. The archer rolls his eyes at being ignored and points his thumb at the pair.

"Children. It's like herding cats." He snorts at the sight of Peter with his back pressed into the couch, one foot pressed against the super soldier's chest, and pushing the 240-pound weight off of him without much difficulty. "So, your body is changing," begins Peter, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face despite Steve looming above him, looking ready to throw him out of the next window. The blond reaches out to cover Peter's mouth to block more parts of his most embarrassing PSA coming out of the teen, the panic in his eyes causing Peter to break out into laughter. Steve narrows his eyes at the laughing teen, who half-heartedly shoves him off of him. 

"Can someone please tell me what is going on here?"

Peter perks up at Mrs. Pott's question, glancing at Steve with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, I was just about to tell the rest about Mr. Roger's PSAs, Mrs. Potts," he chirps, ever so helpful. He was about to elaborate when Steve finally managed to clap his hand over Peter's mouth, successfully shutting him up.

"Noo, why did you turn him off?" complains Sam with faked disappointment. "It was just about to get interesting."

"Since when do you believe anything Peter tells you?" counters Steve, struggling to hold the teen down and keep him from spilling another word. Despite Peter's small size, the teen was powerful. Steve needed to trap him in a hold, somewhat resembling an uncomfortable back hug, to keep a hand over his mouth, but the teen with his freaky flexibility didn't even seem too bothered. 

"Well, the kid can be very persuasive. And he did sound like he had something important to tell us. Isn't that right, Peter?"

Peter nods vigorously despite the hand still covering his mouth. They watch the teen worming an arm out of Steve's bear hug, tugging on the hand that kept him from talking. Sam grinned as he observed Steve's face fall at the ease Peter pulled his hand away. The older man tried reclaiming the position, but the teen had it in a tight hold, successfully keeping him from putting his hand back on his mouth. Peter grabs Steve's other wrist and pushes the man's arms away, wriggling out of the hold. A bright grin adorns the teen's face as he pushes Steve away, who is back on his heels in a second. Peter jumped off the couch as a hand seized his leg, causing him to fall over. Several surprised gasps could be heard, along with a rather colorful curse directed at Steve from Tony as Peter catches himself, keeping from faceplanting into Mr. Stark's pristine white living room floor. In contrast to the glares Steve receives at the rash action, Peter openly cackles as Steve tries pulling him back by his leg.

"There is a perfectly equipped gym two floors down, and they decide to do this here?"

"Don't be harsh on them, Tony. They seem to be having fun," appeases Pepper, surprisingly one of the few people along with Bucky and Natasha who weren't shocked by seeing Peter fall. 

"Where does that look like having fun?" He asks, but one look at his mentee's face tells him his fiance was right. The kid is enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Peter plants his palms on the floor, his upper body hanging off the couch. He sticks onto the tiles, sticking one hand down at a time, and crawls away while Steve still holds onto one of his legs. He keeps moving forward, laughing at the strained huff Steve lets out as he avoids Peter's free foot from kicking him in the stomach. The super soldier bats the flailing limp away, shortly loosening his hold on the teen's leg, which the latter quickly uses as a chance to create some leeway. 

He doesn't get very far.

"No!" shouts Peter as a hand wraps around his ankle and pulls him back half a meter. "Sam! Bucky! Help!" pleads the teen half-heartedly, reaching out for the two men sitting on the opposite couch.

"What do you say, Buck? Do we help the munchkin?"

"I know Steve long enough not to interfere when he gets like that. Punk is a mad dog when he throws a fit. Sorry, kid, you're on your own."

Peter is about to give the men a piece of his mind when he gets pulled another good amount of inches back before he gets back to stick on the floor. He crawls away again, but Steve has none of it and reaches for the teen's other ankle. Thanks to his spidey sense, Peter avoids the grip by turning on his side, but it causes him to roll further towards the couch than away from it. Steve quickly takes the opportunity to reach down and hook his hand under the teen's side, attempting to heave Peter off the ground. The teen twists in his hold, and Steve curls his fingers into Peter to keep a hold of him when an honest-to-good squeal escapes the teen.

An eerie silence hangs over the room, no one daring to speak as Steve stares at the frozen teen in his hold who avoids meeting his face as best as he can, but he catches onto the reddened tips of his ears. Steve's lip twitched knowingly. He knows that kind of reaction. He squeezes his hand abruptly, lips forming into a grin as the body on the floor jumps like a fish on land at the action.

"Oho," says Clint, sounding way too gleeful, the first to break the silence, having watched the silent realization come over Steve with amusement. 

"What a way to reveal your secret, kid. At least I won't have to keep this to myself anymore," comments Tony with a grin.

Now was Steve's turn, carrying a mischievous grin.

"A secret? What kind of secret could that be, Peter? You like sharing information. How about you enlighten us about this, huh?"

Peter feels his heart jump at the tone in Steve's voice. He kind of regrets having made fun of the man. Peter begins crawling again, but this time with more vigor than before. He doesn't get very far as Steve instantly pulls him back but meets resistance as the teen sticks to the ground. The problem resolves itself quickly as Steve releases one of Peter's legs to reach forward and claw at the teen's ribs. With a shriek, Peter's left hand unsticks, arm shooting down to protect his side. Steve's hand darts to the teen's other side, repeating the procedure and efficiently getting the teen off the ground. From there on, it was easy to throw the already laughing boy back onto the couch. 

Never one to back down quickly, Peter instantly tries climbing over the couch, but an arm sneaks around his middle and prevents him from escaping. He tries reaching for the backrest, but a hand worms its way into his underarm, and every attempt to reach his arm out to grasp something becomes futile. He quickly gets pushed down, back pressed into the couch cushion as Steve looms over him for a second time that day, but this time, Peter could crawl out of his skin at the grin on the older man's face.

"Dohon't do this," says Peter, voice void of any conviction as nervous giggles accompany his words. Not knowing what to do with his hands, the teen awkwardly holds them in front of him, half shielding his upper body and half waiting to catch any hands that were about to attack. Steve watches with growing amusement how the boy's eyes jump from his face to his hands and back as if he were unsure what was more important to keep track of. He had never seen such an amount of nervous energy radiating from the teen. It was adorable to see him this unnerved about something harmless as this.

"This? What do you mean, Peter? Is this about the secret Tony mentioned?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have any secrets. Apart from being Spiderman, I mean," Peter stumbles over his words, lips twitching upwards when Steve raises an eyebrow at him. "No secrets to share, no information to keep. I have nothing to hide, so you can let me go. Please?"

Steve turns towards Clint, who hasn't moved an inch, even with the literal wrestling match happening on the seats next to him. "What do you say, Clint? Does he tell the truth?"

Peter throws a pleading look towards the archer. Clint grins at the pair.

"You see that face," he asks, pointing at the teen. "As a spy and a father, I can tell you that's the face of a liar."

"That's not true!" protests Peter as Steve turns back to him. Catching onto the look the man bestows on him, Peter snatches the next best thing he can get his hands on, a decorative pillow, and uses it to shield himself, a giant grin about to split his face. Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Seems like I have to get the truth out of you."

"Noho!" shouts Peter with a laugh as Steve pulls at the pillow. Nervous giggles are pouring out of him as he tries to make himself as small as possible, and it is faint, but Steve's enhanced hearing could pick up on the wild pace of the kid's heart beating. 

"Let go of the shield, Spiderman," commands Steve, eyes gleaming playfully at the boy.

"In your dreams," says Peter, only fastening his hold onto the pillow, the only thing keeping him safe from the fingers getting closer. Steve catches a movement out of the corner of his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly. He focuses back on Peter, the boy watching him with his whole attention, unaware of the hands reaching for his feet. A shriek escapes the vigilante, eyes widening at the feel of blunt nails running over his socked soles, causing him to flinch and pull his legs up at the ticklish feeling. Steve uses the moment of surprise to tear the pillow out of Peter's hand, depriving him of the last thing to shield himself from his attack.

"Thanks, Clint."

"No problem, Cap."

Peter sends a glare Clint's way, but the archer only needs to reach for his feet for the teen to let the glare turn into a panicked grin, quickly tucking his legs close. "That's what I thought," says Clint with a smug grin. Steve uses the moment of inattention, poking the teen's stomach in quick succession. The reaction didn't disappoint.

"Hey! Stohop it!"

Peter tries glaring at the blond while his hand fails to catch the poking fingers, jumping when one poke lands dangerously close to his lower rip. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the soldiers' trained eyes, a sly smirk forming on the man's face. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"Yehehehes! Stahahap pokehihing me!" complains Peter, but it was hard to take the teen seriously with the constant giggling. Steve does stop at that. 

"Alright, I'll stop. Would you prefer this instead?" 

He skitters his fingers over the teen's stomach, grinning at the squeal escaping Peter before he tries curling on himself, hysterical giggles pouring out of him, unaware that the sound causes amused smiles to appear on every face in the room. 

"Nahaha, gehehet your hahahands of mehehe," Peter manages to bring out between his laughter as he twists on his side, addressing the others.

"Sohohomebody hehelp!"

"Anyone here knows who that somebody is he's talking about?" asks Sam, feigning ignorance.

"I hahahete you, Bihihirdman 2!"

"Yeah, I can't take anything you say seriously giggle-bug."

Peter is about to counter, but a set of fingers dug into the part where his ribs and upper back meet, sending a ticklish shock throughout his body. He jumps at the touch, and Steve latches onto the reaction, taking both hands to claw at his ribcage and digging his fingers in on the search for that spot. Peter's giggles had long ago turned into bright laughter, now accompanied by an occasional shriek and a whole-body jump as Steve found what he'd been searching for. 

"Oh, what's this?" he asks, voice full of glee.

"NOHOHOTHING, IT'S NOTHINIHIN!"

"Something tells me you're onto something, Cap," comments Rhodey with a grin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, amusement written all over his face. 

Peter shakes his head at the words, chanting "Stopstopstopstohohooop," while trying to catch the hands that are way too skillful in sending ticklish sparks under his skin, leaving him in stitches. "Why? Is this the spot I have to go to to get you to tell me about your secret? Although I think I can already guess what it is."

Steve grins down at Peter who tries so hard to scowl at him but fails miserably. It leaves the man wondering where all the strength has gone, and while the idea of tickling being Spiderman's big-bad weakness sounds fun, Steve knows for the better that this couldn't be the reason for the teen's failure to escape. 

"OH MY GOHOHOHOD, NOHOHO!" Peter kicks his legs, wriggling from side to side and throwing his head back when Steve finds a way to slip his hands into his underarms. He presses his arms down, quickly rendering Steve's fingers immobile, but the feeling of them simply touching his armpits tickled like mad. 

"Peter, I kinda need my hands back, or we're stuck here until tomorrow," teases Steve, amused when the boy shakes his head with a giant grin. 

"Buck, a little help here?"

The other man huffs a small laugh. "You're seriously stuck?"

Steve grins at him. "I can't move a single finger."

With a shake of his head, Bucky makes his way over to the couch. He assesses the situation before glancing at Peter, the latter trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Bucky clasps both hands on Peter's thighs just over the kneecap, squeezing and massaging his thumb into the muscle. Peter kicked like mad at the action, breaking into loud belly laughter, and Steve could pull his hands away as the teen was busy twisting and wriggling, trying anything to get Bucky's hands off his knees. 

"How did you know that would work?" asks Sam, impressed, as Bucky walks back to sit on the couch as if nothing had happened. Bucky shrugs. "It works on Steve," he answers cooly, but with a smirk playing on his face. Steve glares at him but quickly focuses on Peter, who uses the moment to try crawling in the other direction of the couch. Clint only watches with amusement as he has a lap full of enhanced teen trying to crawl over him as if that was your normal Monday afternoon thing, only to get caught by the shoulder and get dragged back. 

"We're not done yet, Queens."

"Steheheheve, pleaahahse. I cahanah't tahahake anymhohore!" whines Peter, but Steve catches onto the playful spark glinting in his eyes. 

"Okay, I'll stop here," says Steve, mimicking Peter. "But there's one thing I'll have to tell you." The teen narrows his eyes at the blond, not trusting one word coming from Steve.

"What I tell you now is about one of the most valuable traits a student or soldier can have."

Peter's eyes widen comically. As soon as his brain registers the words, he gracelessly flails in his place. The teen tries to throw himself off the couch as he knows where this is going, but Steve, having anticipated the action, jumps forward and catches the teen around the waist. He keeps his arm wrapped around Peter's middle, hugging the teen against his chest and kneading his free hand into Peter's side without further ado.

"Nohohohot anohohother one! Steve pleahahahase! Dohohohon't do thihihhis! I-I'll goho insahahane!"

Steve keeps a stoic face despite the madly giggling and protesting fifteen-year-old half-sitting squirming in his lap, batting and pulling on the arm holding him in place. He continues his speech with his Captain America voice, causing several eyebrows to raise in amusement.

"Patience." he begins, while his hand slips under the teen's shirt, skittering his fingers over bare skin, "Sometimes, patience is the key to victory." 

Peter doesn't know if it's the teasing or the fact that Steve keeps dragging his fingers over the bare skin of his sides, but he can't help kicking his legs into the air and throwing his head back into Steve's shoulder as his whole body shakes under the force of him laughing. Steve takes advantage of Peter's head being this close as he speaks the following words right into his ear, earning him the cutest giggle he had ever heard as the teen desperately tries to scrunch his shoulder up and shield his ear from the tickly air. "Sometimes, it leads to very little, and it seems like it's not worth it, and you wonder why you waited so long for something so disappointing." 

At his last word, Steve changes his tactics and uses his free hand to poke every place he can find that Peter isn't poorly trying to protect. The boy can't do anything in his hold but giggle his head off, and Steve wonders once again why Peter doesn't escape since he certainly could until he realizes that, maybe, Peter doesn't want to escape. The thought sparks his interest, and he might as well test that theory while the opportunity's still there.

"STEHEHEHEHEHEVE! NO! Anywhere but there! Please please please, please not thihihis it's so bad. Seriously, dohon't do it! STEHEVE NOHOHO, WHY AREN'T YOHUHU LISTENIHIHIHN! AHAHAHAH NO STAHAHAHAP!"

Peter trashes in his hold as the super solider gets another chance to dig into that sweet spot between his back and rips, sending the kid into a laughing fit, face reddening as he squeezes his eyes shut, the corner wettening with tears of joy before his laughter turns silent.

"Steve, I'll think he got the message," interrupts Tony, having caught onto the change from silent laughter to coming out a tad bit breathless. Not wanting to overdo it, the blond stops the tickling but keeps his arm around the teen, afraid Peter will fall if he lets go of him. The boy hangs slack in his hold, trying to catch his breath.

"You good, Queens?" asks Steve, a little worried he might have overdone it as he carefully loosens his hold on Peter. The latter let himself slip to the side, landing with a groan on the couch. Feeling Steve's eyes on him, Peter turns his head but keeps lying on his side. He sends the man a tired grin.

"I think now I know the true meaning of patience. And ruthlessness."

With a smile, Steve reaches over and ruffles Peter's already messed-up hair. 

"You need another lecture, and you know where to find me," he jokes, smirking at the dramatic groans it earns him. 

"Yeah, no, I think I pass. You know what I would rather listen to?"

Steve raises an eyebrow in question.

Peter grins at him. 

"Some Captain America PSAs."

#ticklish! peter parker #ticklish spiderman #lee peter parker #ler steve rogers #marvel tickle fic #peter parker #spiderman #captain america #steve rogers

[widowsistersandfriends]

Tickle Trap

Request: The reader is Steves younger sister. She wants to join the Avengers like her best friend peter and the rest of her family. Steve, however, is very much against it due to his overprotective nature, and the reader is still young (still in high school with spiderling). Despite having no superhuman abilities, she wants to prove herself. One day, while rummaging through old items in the Avengers compound, the reader stumples upon Natashas old (outdated) spy tech - seeing it as her golden opportunity to prove herself. Maybe if she can trick and trap her brother, he will see she is more than capable. However, as she has no real training or idea on how to use the stuff, she quickly traps herself, leaving her to her brother's (nonexistent, as bad guys don't show it in the field) mercy

Notes: Thank you so much for this request! I love the idea behind it, and I had a lot of fun writing it! Thanks for being patient for this fic, I appreciate it! I also added Natasha in there to help enhance the plot, and I hope you enjoy! Also special thanks to @thenigotthisfamily for helping me figure out the ending! ❤️

Word Count: 1820

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“How come I can’t be cool like the rest of you?” You questioned Steve, who was your older brother and the famous Captain America. Despite not having any superhuman strength or superpowers, there was nothing more you wanted than being an Avenger.

“Because, it’s too dangerous, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” he replied.

“I could say the same thing about you. How come it’s okay for you to get hurt?” You persisted.

“There’s a much lower chance of me getting hurt due to my super strength. Besides, you’re too young anyway,” Steve said.

“I’m the same age as Peter! He gets to be an Avenger,” you said unhappily.

“He’s only an Avenger because he was bitten by a spider that gave him spider senses. Otherwise he’d be too young and not fit either,” Steve said. 

You huffed in annoyance, knowing that you would find a way no matter what.

The next day, you were rummaging in the old storage room at the compound. You were looking for something easy enough to use so you could prove your skills to your older brother. You tossed a few things aside, as they looked too complicated. However, you now stumbled upon what looked like a simple contraption with a remote control. Once the button was pressed, the trap was activated, and the person would be trapped in it. Not only would you prove that you could use their equipment, you would also show that you could outsmart a superhero. Your plan was to wait in Steve’s room and hide. When he entered, you would activate the trap. However, things don’t always go as planned.

You were hiding in Steve’s room behind his dresser. You smiled to yourself, giddy to see your plan in action. However, while you were squatting there, you felt a cramp form in your foot, causing you to fall out of your squatting position and hit the button with your knee. With that, the device activated, ropes shooting out at once and quickly trapping you to the wall with your hands and arms away from your body.

“Oh no! I’m so screwed,” you said to yourself, struggling to break free. If your brother caught you getting trapped with your own trap, he would never believe you had what it takes to be an Avenger. You contemplated whether you should struggle more to escape, or call it quits and yell for help. You twisted and turned, but the trap was so tight and well done that there was no hope. You swallowed hard before shouting, “Somebody help! I’m stuck!”

“Is that Y/N?!?” You heard Steve gasp from downstairs, as you also heard Natasha telling Steve that she would come help.

You heard footsteps trampling up the stairs quickly, and before you knew it, you had to face the music. The music of embarrassment.

“Hi guys,” you said shyly, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/N, what on earth happened?” Steve and Natasha asked at the same time.

You thought about whether you should lie or not. Lying may make them forgive you faster, but you also knew you were a terrible liar. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I uhh found this thing, and it trapped me?” You finished, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Where did you find my old spy gear?” Natasha asked, shocked that it was even still around and worked. You didn’t say anything, as you weren’t sure how to get out of answering that question.

“Are you okay Y/N? Like is it hurting you?” Steve asked. You shook your head no.

“Well, we’re both glad you’re okay, but I still don’t understand how any of this happened,” Natasha said, looking around the room for any clues.

“Did someone else do this to you?” It’s okay to tell us, we promise we won’t get you in trouble or anything,” Steve said, worried that someone messed with his little sister.

“No, I promise no one else was involved and didn’t hurt me,” you reassured them.

“So if no one else was involved, that means you trapped yourself? Why would you do that?” Steve asked.

“I plead the fifth,” you said, sticking your tongue out at your brother, now being silly after clearing up that you weren’t hurt or picked on by anyone.

Steve looked taken aback at first, but quickly righted himself.

“Oh so you want us to get that information out of you huh?” Steve said, walking over to you, with Natasha not too far behind.

“Wait! No! What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, suddenly feeling very exposed. You were trapped against the wall, no part of you was touching the ground. Only the wall.

“Let’s just say, we know every human’s weakness,” Steve said, grinning at Natasha.

With that, Steve reached out to tickle your sides, causing you to scream with laughter in response. 

“STEHEHEVE STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT,” you laughed, unable to hold it in. 

“Better tell us what happened then,” he teased. He knew you were stubborn, so he targeted all your weak spots. Luckily for him, you had many of them to choose from.

You squealed with laughter as he began vibrating his fingers between your ribs, a spot that you absolutely could not stand.

“PLEHEHEASE IHIHI SWEHEHEAR IHIHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT,” you screamed.

“Oh you’ll take it. At least until you spill,” Natasha said, now bending down to tickle your feet with her ridiculously perfectly sharp nails. To make it worse, Steve was now digging into your armpits, making you wheeze with laughter.

They could tell you were getting out of breath, so they gave you a break and a chance to talk.

“Ready to talk little missy,” Natasha said, coming over to poke your tummy. You flinched and bit back a giggle.

“Not to you,” you replied, knowing it would only cause trouble. The redhead began to quickly spider her nails over your kneecaps, a spot you didn’t even know could be ticklish.

You snorted hard, shaking your head from side to side, as you wiggled your legs as much as you could to get away from the tortuous nails.

“Natahahahasha stahahahap plehehehease,” you giggled breathlessly.

“Come on, you know you want to spill,” Natasha teased.

“Okahahahay plehehehease juhuhust stahahahap,” you barely managed to get out. Natasha stopped tickling you, as they both waited for a response.

“We’re waitinggggg,” Steve said goofily. 

“Keep waiting,” you said smugly, knowing exactly how to get on your brother’s every nerve.

“You really want me to get that spot, don’t you?” Steve asked with a smirk.

“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHERE STAHAHAHAP OHOHO MY GOHOHOSH PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, as Steve wiggled his finger around your belly button.

“Spill, Y/N, or Natasha will go get an electric toothbrush. Your eyes widened at that, assuming it would be a thousand times worse than this already was.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI WAS TRYIHING TOHO PROHOVE THAHAT I COULD BEHEHE AN AVEHEHENGER,” you shouted, desperate for your worst tickle spot to stop being tortured.

“Oh Y/N, I know you want to be an Avenger,” Steve said softly.

“But this could’ve been really dangerous. What was your plan to use this anyway?” Natasha asked.

“I was gonna wait for Steve to come in, and I would hide and trap him to prove that I could use the same tools a spy once did,” you said, now feeling small.

To your surprise, Natasha grinned and came over and patted you on the head.

“I have to say, that wasn’t a bad plan, and I would’ve loved to see that happen,” Natasha said with a laugh.

“Hey!! That’s mean,” Steve said, as you giggled.

“I’m sorry for putting myself into potential danger and not listening to you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we just want you to be safe and away from harm. As an older brother, it’s natural for me to protect you from harm’s way,” Steve said, as you nodded.

“I still think we gotta tickle her a little more as punishment,” Natasha said cheekily.

“Right, make her sorry for all the times she’s asked to be an Avenger,” Steve said, as the two of them were formulating a plan telepathically. With that, Natasha pushed a little on your back, as the trap gave a little room for you to arch your back. “Does this tickle?” Natasha asked, slowly spidering her nails over your lower back.

“YEHEHES IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES NOW STAHAHAHAP,” you laughed, arching your back, leaving your tummy out for Steve to tickle.

You were a mess of laughter now, wanting to both arch your back and suck in your stomach. The fact that one had to be sacrificed was torture to you. You lost it when Steve went back to your belly button, along with the back tickles.

“GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE ENOHOUGH,” you squealed, turning red and beginning to sweat. The two of them had mercy and pulled away, releasing you from the trap.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are the worst. Who the heck is that good at tickling,” you grumbled.

“Us apparently,” Steve said, smiling down at you. You rolled your eyes in response.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, as you nodded.

“Hey don’t worry kid, we all make mistakes. But, I have something in mind that might make you feel better,” Natasha said. Your ears perked up and you turned towards her.

“While you don’t have superhero powers, that doesn’t mean you can’t be a part of our team. Why don’t I make you the master tickler of the team?” Natasha said reactivating the device, this time on Steve, putting him in the exact same situation you were in.

“Natasha don’t you dare!” Steve shouted, trying to remain calm.

“Allow me to tell you exactly how to wreck the brave and strong Captain America,” the redhead said, telling you where to attack.

“You TRAITOHOHOR!” Steve laughed, as you tickled into his deep hollows. A spot that Natasha frequently targeted when they had tickle fights.

“You may be able to beat me in a fight of strength, but you can’t beat me in a tickle fight,” you teased, poking his ribs.

“Y/N STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” Steve squealed, making you giggle. You gave his sides a good squeeze and even found a good spot around his ears and neck, thanks to Natasha’s help.

 Eventually you let him go after getting a good amount of revenge. Natasha knew she would be the next target, so she ran off faster than light. Unfortunately for her, she had left the device behind. So you and your older brother planned revenge. The best way siblings could bond. You also had a new title of Master Tickler at the compound, which many of them found ironic given how ticklish you were. But it didn’t matter, since you had an official title with the group you belonged with. The Avengers.

#steve rogers #captain america #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve x reader #ler!natasha #ler!steve #ticklish!reader #ticklish!steve #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #the avengers #avengers tickle #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #lee!steve #lee!reader #ler!reader #little sister reader #fem!reader #mcu #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #avengers #peter parker #spiderman #Tom holland #chris evans

[tickles-in-ficland]

The Assistant

Summary: Part 2 to Destination: Laughter. Reader gets to see what her aunt does for work and becomes more comfortable in a new city

Word Count: 3,789

Warnings: mild cursing otherwise all fluff

Pairing: Ler!Chris Evans x LeeFemale!Reader(platonic)

It had been about a week since you had arrived in California. You were getting settled in to your temporary room at your aunts house. Being the bad ass lady she was, she lived on her own, clearly well off enough to be able to do so.

‘She must have an amazing job’ you thought to yourself as you unpacked your bag and organized the room.

A quiet knock on the door caught your attention and you turned to see your aunt standing in the door way. “Hey doll. How do you like it?” she asked her arms causally crossed as she leaned on the door frame.

You sat down on the bed with a smile. “I love it auntie. Your home is beautiful. Thank you again for inviting me to stay with you this summer. I’m so excited.” you said curling your knees up to your chest.

Your aunt joined you on the bed sitting next to you. “How would you like to come to work with me tomorrow? I figured I’d let you get settled in and acclimated first. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Your face broke out in a wide grin. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect. I’ll get it set up at the studio to get you on the visitors list for the summer. It’ll just be easier if you have full access if I need something and it’ll be less of a hassle if you have easy access to find me.”

You nodded in excitement. “I can’t wait” you said your smile taking over your features.

Your aunt giving you what she thought was a friendly squeeze to your knee actually made you jump and giggle. Her eyes narrowed for a second before she threw her head back in a laugh. “You’re still as ticklish since the last time I saw you doll.” she said squeezing with more intent the second time.

You threw your head back in a laugh as you pushed her hands away. “Auhahahntie! Stahahap!”

“Alright alright. Get some rest and we’ll go first thing in the morning.”

You could hardly sleep that night you were so excited. You didn’t know exactly what your aunt did or what she was currently doing but you were excited to watch her work.

The next morning after a quick breakfast, the two of you headed to where she’d be working for the next few months. You watched as the city passed by the windows. Excited to explore it this summer you made mental notes of what you wanted to see. Keeping Chris’ suggestions in your head as well.

You were slightly bummed when you hadn’t heard from his assistant. You tried not to dwell on it too much. He was a busy famous actor, you were sure he’d forgotten about the random fan he met on his flight home. You were grateful to have met him and let that be it. Turning into a studio your aunt pulled up to the security gate. Flashing her badge the guard waved at her. She rolled down her window.

“This is my niece. She’s staying with me this summer. Can you make sure she gets a badge made for her as well? I might need her help now and then and I don’t want to have the hassle of her having to go through the visitors section every time.”

The security guard nodded. “Sure thing. Just go to the administration office and they’ll get her information. It might take a day or so but it should be fairly quick.”

Your aunt smiled at him and gave him a friendly wave. “Thanks Eddie.” she said before driving through the gates. You looked in awe as you passed the different buildings. You wondered what was being filmed. You figured you’d find out eventually.

After getting your badge pass information sorted out, you were given a temporary pass to keep around your neck until your other one arrived. Your aunt led you to her office. You plopped down on her couch and shut your eyes for a moment.

“Do you mind if I explore a little bit?” you asked sitting up.

She swiveled in her chair to face you. “Yes. But please try to stay out of the way. It’s a busy filming day.”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Uh, what exactly is it?”

Your aunt grinned. “Go find out for yourself.”

Your head tilted in confusion as she smiled at you and shooed you out of the door. As you turned the corner glancing down at your phone, about halfway down the hallway you bumped into someone and stumbled back.

Glancing up at who you collided with your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You’re kidding me.” You said in shock.

In front of you stood none other than your seat mate, Chris Evans.

Chris’ eyes widened as well as he was equally as surprised to see you. “My seat buddy!” he said pulling you into a quick hug before pulling you back to look at you again.

“As happy as I am to see you, how are you here?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “Did you sneak in here?” he teased.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m not that sneaky. No, my aunt works in this building.”

“No kidding. Small world huh?” he asked. “Well guess I don’t have to have my assistant call you.” he said with a laugh.

Your head tilted while you bit the inside of your lip in concentration. “It’s okay if you didn’t. I wasn’t going to be offended. I didn’t even expect you to remember the random fan you met on your flight back.”

“I always keep my word.” Chris said seriously. “And besides, like I told you before. It was refreshing to meet a fan who treated me like a person. So yes. of course I remembered you.”

Almost getting choked up, you offered him a sincere smile. “And I meant it.”

“Well, since you’re here, why don’t you come meet her anyway?” he asked gesturing and leading you back down the hallway.

When Chris knocked on your aunts door, your mouth dropped again. No. There was absolutely no way.

“Heeeeey. There’s my favorite assistant.” he said sticking his head in from the door way smiling sweetly at her.

You heard your aunt chuckle. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I have someone I want you to meet.” He took your arm gently and led you into the room.

Your aunt and you made eye contact and you looked from her to Chris and back to her. Still in shock and disbelief. There was no way.

Your aunt smiled gently. “Yes Chris. I know her. This is my niece Y/N.”

Now it was his turn to look confused. “Wait a minute… Oh my god. Yes you told me about her coming to visit!” He said pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a breathy laugh and looked over at you, who still had a puzzled look on your face. “I can’t believe I didn’t make that connection when we spoke on the flight!”

You rubbed your temples still trying to process everything. “I am still SO confused. Auntie why didn’t you tell me?!”

Your aunt smiled at your confused state. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I know how big of a fan you are and what a big crush you’ve had on him.”

“Auntie!” you hissed before covering your face in embarrassment. “That couldn’t wait until he left the room?” you said in a harsh whisper, but was still able to be heard by everyone in the room.

Through your fingers you saw Chris grinning at you. It made you want to sink into the floor.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I told you who I sat next to on the flight?” you asked.

Your aunt shrugged with an impish smile. “More fun for you to find out this way.”

You groaned and turned to Chris with your cheeks bright pink. “I am so sorry. She’s exaggerating.”

Chris chuckled. “Is she though? I’ve never known her to lie.”

“I-ugh!” you said throwing your arms up and plopping back on the couch.

Chris sat next to you and gave you a gentle shove. “Hey.” he said trying to get your attention but you curled into yourself. He grinned remembering how he got you to talk last time.

“Heeeey Y/N” he said giving a few pokes to your side. Your lips twitched in a grin you attempted to push back down.

Your aunt chuckled as she leaned over to Chris. “She’s incredibly ticklish. If you want anything out of her that’s the way to get it.”

Your head shots up and your eyes widened. “Why?!”

Chris threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh I know. Accidentally found out. It was rather adorable.” he smirked down at you.

You groaned and jumped up. “Not. Adorable.” you said making the two of them laugh. “Am I going to have to explore this place alone or?” you said a smile returning to your face.

Chris stood up and offered you his arm. “This way m’lady.”

You giggled as you took his arm. Turning to shoot your aunt a quick playful glare, she winked as you and Chris exited her office.

The two of you walked in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry about my aunt. She likes to embarrass me.” you said shaking your head with a small smile playing on your lips.

Chris let out a breathy laugh. “Isn’t that what family is for?” he asked receiving a nod and smile from you.

As you turned a corner your jaw dropped. Chris looked at your reaction and a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. You were standing on the set of a Marvel film. You couldn’t believe your aunt didn’t tell you anything! Probably because it would get this reaction.

“I- wow.” was all that came out. “I can’t believe what I’m looking at.” you said looking around.

“Yeah I guess my job is pretty awesome.” he said letting your arm down gently before putting his hands in his pockets.

Now feeling more comfortable around him, you looked up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. “Actors.” you scoffed. “So full of themselves.”

Chris’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on you feigning shock. “Who me?!”

You giggled as the two of you continued to walk around the set. Chris took you around, showing you different props and set pieces and introduced you to a few of the cast and crew.

The two of you found a table inside the studio cafe. You begun pulling out your wallet when Chris held his hand up. “No no. My treat. Order whatever you want.”

You shook your head. “Oh no you don’t have to. You’ve already been so kind to me.”

With a gentle smile, he pushed your hand with your wallet down by your side. “It’s really okay Y/N I’m happy to.”

With a sigh you put your wallet back in your pocket. “Fine. You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” you asked a small smile tugging at your lips.

Matching your smile, Chris shook his head. “Now go ahead.” he said gesturing you to approach the counter.

Once the orders had been placed you found a table not far from the counter to sit down. You were still trying to wrap your head around everything. Your aunt was Chris Evan’s assistant, you were on the set of a Marvel film, you were drinking coffee with Chris Evans. You wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t happening to you.

“So.” Chris said as he took a sip of his coffee. “You’ve got a crush on me huh?” he said playfulness dancing in his eyes. He was just getting to know you and clearly already enjoyed teasing you.

“Oh my god.” You said putting your face in your hands. “Really? Do you just enjoy embarrassing fans when they meet you?” you asked with less bite than you were hoping as a smile snuck up on your face.

Chris let out a small giggle. “Maybe.” he said with a casual shrug. “You’re particularly fun to get under the skin. You blush so easily it’s so cute.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I am still trying to process everything. I had no idea my aunt worked for you. And that this is where I’ll be spending my summer. Or that if you’d told me I’d be having coffee with THE Chris Evans.” you emphasized the last part which Chris caught on to.

“THE Chris Evans? Wow. I’m honored. I don’t sit and have coffee every day with people I just met so consider yourself lucky.” he said with a wink.

That made you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Oh wow I’m the luckiest.” you said in a monotone voice. “But really, thank you for being so kind to me.”

Chris have a friendly nod. “Of course. Your aunt has been wonderful to work with and if she’s as wonderful as she is, I have no doubt her family is just as great.”

Once again, the heat rising to your cheeks, impossible to hide the grin that now graced your entire face. “By the end of the summer you’ll be sick of seeing my face.”

Chris rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Who said it would take to the end of the summer?” he said with a wink.

Your eyes widened at his cheeky comment and your jaw slacked in shock. “Ouch. Fair, but ouch!” you said with a deep belly laugh.

This was going to be an amazing summer.

***********************************

A few weeks had passed and you were growing more acclimated with the city and the studio where your aunt worked. After all the legality had been taken care of, NDA’s an all(can’t have you spilling secrets!!) you were free to roam the studio as you pleased. Your aunt showed you the ropes of being an assistant. You found yourself more and more wanting to make this your career. You had just graduated from college and didn’t have anything lined up.

Over the next 6 weeks you got to know the cast and crew more. You and Chris had developed a playful friendship. Almost like a big brother/little sister relationship. His favorite hobby was getting on your nerves when you were trying to work. But you never had any siblings growing up, so as an only child you never had that experience so you were thankful Chris and the other cast mates took you under their wing. Everyone was so nice and welcoming and made you feel like part of the family even though you had just come in a few weeks prior.

You sat in your aunts office, filling in some information for her on her laptop while she had some meetings regarding Chris’ upcoming schedule.

You didn’t hear the door to her office open as you were focused on what you were doing. Out of nowhere a pair of hands drilled into your sides, causing you to scream and jump to turn to find Chris grinning at you.

“Jerk!” you said smacking his shoulder making him laugh. “You scared the shit out of me!” you said crossing your arms with a pout.

“Aw. But it was funny!” he said trying to give you a hug but you turned your body away from him, attempting to be mad at him but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

“YYYY/NNN” he said in a sing song voice. “Come oooon. Don’t be mad at your favorite avenger.” he said leaning down to attempt to make eye contact with you.

A ghost of a smile threatened to escape so you turned your back and tried to sit down at the desk but you felt yourself being scooped up.

“Chris!” you squealed kicking your legs trying to get out of his arms. “Put. me. down!”

A mischievous smile was all you saw before he walked the few feet to the couch before tossing you down and pinning your arms down.

“Don’t.” you said, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t what?” he asked hovering over you.

You knew he was trying to get you to fall into his trap. One you’d fallen into before. Unfortunately for him you caught it before it slipped out

“Tick- I’m not falling for that!”

Chris threw his head back in his signature laugh. “No matter. I’m going to do it anyway.”

Before you could open your mouth Chris’ hands dug into your ribs, a scream of laughter erupted from you.

“CH-CHRHIHIHIS!” you squealed batting at his hands. “NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” you twisted and turned trying to evade his tickling fingers.

Chris’ deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he watched you kick and squirm. “It’s what you get for being so grouchy!”

“I-hi aham nohot grouchy! You’re juhust a pahain in my aHAHAass!”

With a playful growl his fingers danced between each rib, eliciting a shriek of laughter.

“And you’re a brat!” Chris grinned down at you. “And I know your worst spot.”

Your eyes wide, shaking your head furiously. “Plehehease dohohon’t!” you giggled.

“But I gotta.” he said before drilling his thumbs into your thighs, throwing your head back, bringing the deep belly laughter he’d grown quite a fan of.

“CH-CHR-HIHIHIHIS!” you said a scream of laughter filling the room. “PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” you said smacking his arm, signaling you were tapping out of this play flight.

Seeing as you were now shaking in silent laughter Chris paused his fingers, grinning down at you. “Are you done being a grouch?” he asked his fingers still wiggling towards you.

Still holding firm your brows furrowed. “I am not grouchy! I was busy doing work and you’re being annoying!”

With a sigh, as if it pained him to do it, he pinned your arms back down to your sides and buried his scratchy beard in the crook of your neck blowing several raspberries.

You were pretty sure the whole building heard your screams of laughter as your legs kicked the couch wildly behind him.

“OH-OHHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! MEHEHEHERCY!!” your boisterous laughter causing the deep silent laughter to return.

Finally relenting, Chris climbed off of you and plopped next to you on the couch while you gasped for air between residual giggles.

“You are the worst.” you grumbled but couldn’t hide the grin forming.

“I don’t know Y/N I never actually heard you ask me to stop.” he teased. “Besides tickling you and driving you crazy is what honorary big brothers do.” he said with a playful nudge.

You opened your mouth to protest but you both knew it was useless. He was well aware you appreciated the playful friendship you had formed.

“You’re still a pain in my ass, Evans.” you said straightening your shirt as you stood up.

A few minutes later your aunt walked back through the door. Seeing your disheveled state she looked between you and Chris, one of you scowling and one of you grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Christopher what did you do to my poor niece?”

Continuing to grin, he simply shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As you opened your mouth to scold him, you heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see Sebastian Stan standing in the doorway.

“Seb!” you ran over to the actor and wrapped your arms around his waist, earning a hug in return.

Chris scoffed from across the room. “So you’re happy when you see him but not me?” he asked playing innocent to the fact that he just tickled you to tears.

“Seb didn’t come in here with the sole purpose to get on my nerves. So yes.” you sassed back to him

“It’s okay Y/N, he gets on everyone’s nerves.” Sebastian said laughing giving you another squeeze.

Now it was Chris’ turn to pout. “Dude! Not cool.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully and looked back down at you. “What was he doing?”

“Torturing her.” Chris said causally and then narrowed his eyes at you with a smug smile. “She’s insanely ticklish.”

“Christopher!” you shouted as Sebastian burst out laughing. “Just shout it to the whole damn studio why don’t you?”

You dared to glance up at Sebastian who had a wicked grin on his face. “Are you now?”

You jumped back and put your arms out. “Don’t even Seb. I am still recovering from pain in the ass over there.” you said gesturing your thumb in Chris’ direction, who in turned smirked at you before turning to his co-star.

“Is there a reason you’re in MY assistant’s office?” he said trying to appear mad but everyone knew he wasn’t.

“Oh! Yeah! You’re needed on set. Like….” he glanced at his watch. “Like 5 minutes ago.”

He turned to your aunt as he exited to the room. “Meetings go okay? Anything I need to know?”

Shaking her head with a smile she gently pushed his shoulder. “Nothing you need to be concerned with now. Get out of here.” she said shooing the two men out of the room.

With a friendly wave the two men exited and headed to shoot their scenes.

Your aunt turned to you, laughing. “Are you okay kiddo?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yes I’m okay. Being here is a dream. I think I want to make this my career. Everyone here is so welcoming and I never thought I’d get to work with actors I so greatly admire.”

Your aunt smiled fondly at you. “Well you’re doing a wonderful job and it’s so nice to have the help. Especially to keep those boys in line.”

A full grin on your face now, you nodded in agreement. “If someone had told me that my favorite actor would become like an older brother, I would’ve said you’re lying. He’s an annoying little shit but you know I grew up an only child and being in a new city, it’s nice to have people who are willing to show me the ropes.”

“He is pretty great. I got lucky to have him as a boss. You still crushing on him?” she asked with a small chuckle.

You shook your head vigorously. “Oh god no. We’ve become too good of friends for that. I mean obviously I’m not blind, I have eyes…he’s insanely attractive and anyone who says otherwise is lying but no. I’ve uh, kind of started crushing on someone else. But I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed me. I’m either with you helping you with paperwork and phone calls so we haven’t really had time to talk much. But, he’s really cute.” you said blushing slightly.

“Soooo who is it?” she asked.

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to reveal who it was. Your aunt gave you a few jabs to the side making you giggle and jump back. “Ohokay!” you said swatting at her hand.

“His name is Tom. “

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #lee!reader #chris evans tickle #tickle fic #captain america #ler!chrisevans

[soliloquent-stark]

roses of restraint by oliver ler marinkoski, originally posted on tumblr by @saucetell but i didn't want to hog their post with my delusions

writers, assemble! (or if someone were to draw the scene instead i would not be opposed)

i am calling out for all stevetony writers because i need this concept as a fic ASAP and i know i would never do it justice so if someone would please please please please put my beautiful perfect favourite middle aged man — tony — in these intricate delicate gold rope restrains adorned with roses — i will sell you my soul

bonus points if it's handmade by tony, maybe based on a drawing steve made of him and he wants to make his fantasy come true so he spends hours in his lab recreating and designing and molding all this gold with his hands knowing full well that materials alone cost a couple hundred thousand dollars but it's all worth it

or perhaps it's actually steve who created it because he takes an interest in sculpting and ends up making all of these roses and before he even knows what he's doing he's suddenly got this whole rope of them that represents both roughness and beauty, masculinity and femininity, strength and vulnerability, constraint and obedience and he knows who is a manifestation of all those traits: tony

for this second idea, extra bonus points again if they're not even a thing romantically but somehow steve just goes and gifts it to him because he's unbashful and brave and earnest and thinks it would look nice on him

i am. feeling things. i need this. please

ps. i can totally also envision steve wearing it; my brain went to tony first but there's something about the metal being strong enough to maybe actually restrain steve (vibranium-gold alloy, perhaps? which would also be a meaningful representation of iron man and captain america coming together but i digress) and the gold would contrast his pale skin so nicely and bring out his unfairly blue eyes and his constantly flushed lips—

so yeah; either way works

maybe i will write it myself one day but most likely not but at least i got to scream this into the void and you can all have these vivid mental images now because they were worth sharing

#stevetony core #i beg #the aesthetic is divine #tony my beloved #stevie baby #stony #stevetony #stony meta

[harrystylesboobear]

Helpless Helper

700ish words

Requests are open!!

I'm not the greatest at pronouns so ignore that please :) 

Ler steve, Ler Bucky, Ler reader, Lee reader, Lee steve, Lee bucky, and a little bit of teasy Tony.

Y/n walks in on Steve and Bucky having a T-word fight, and they decide to get her involved.  

“Hey guy-”  you got caught off as the scene you saw infront of you was surprising. It looks as if they sat down to watch an old timey war movie as the Tv was still playing. 

“What are you doing?” you asked this because the two men looked to be wrestling in the middle of the floor. But your question was soon answered as you heard Cap cackling under the pile of him and bucky.  

“Arent you two too old for that?”

“You're never too old! Especially when old captain here says that he can't be tickled by me since the “Syrum made it impossible”.” He said that sarcastically because he was actively proving him wrong. 

“Ok, well you two have fun but im out” you were about to run out of there but you heard cap calling out to you.

“WAHAHAIT YYY/NN PLEHEHEASESE HEHEHELPEHP”

“Yea im not getting in the middle of that.” you said, eyeng Bucky

“ IFIFIF YOHOHOHU DOHOHOHNT I SWEHEHARE TOHOHO GOHOHOHD IHIHI WIHIHIL WREHEHECK YOUHUHUH WHEHEHEN IHIHIH GEHEHET OUHUHT”

“No Y/n, dont interfere or else you’ll be next”

“Well both of your threats won’t work, because I'm not ticklish.” As she said this her cheeks flared up, because although she didnt know the extent of how ticklish she was, she sure knew she was. 

“Judging by that blush, I doubt that doll”

“HEHEHEHELP”

Y/n couldent just leave him like this, he was her friend after all. You walk over and shove Bucky off of the poor guy.

“ You ok?” You asked Steve in a teasing tone, and he just replied with a groan.

“I mean, I geuss Bucky was telling the tRUTH buhuhuckyhyhyhy” You said falling back into his arms.

“ I thought you said you werent ticklish, Hmm?” he said as he dug into your sides

“ShuhuhT yohohohUR DahahHAHm mOUHUHUTH” 

“ language!” Steve said as he started to make circles in your hips.

“OHOHOH myhyhy gohoOHOd GuyuyYUyS! I HeELElpEd YoHU STeVe!”

“Oh I know, but you hesitated, and I’m getting back for when you put dye in my shampoo.”

“CohohohmE OhohohNn”  

“Huh I wonder what you would have had to do to get in that predicament” Tony said as he walked in the room. “I didnt know you two were ticklish! I could hear you from the lab Capcicle!  Im defedently saving this for future use” He said looking at the predicament you were in. 

“ToHOHOnY HELehEHp” 

“No can do sweetheart! Wouldent stop this for the world. Have you guys found her death spot yet?” 

“Death spot?” Cap said confused.

“A death spot. Like your knees.” Bucky replied.

The captain responded with an embarrassed smile. 

“Aww! Is the famous Captain America blushing?” Bucky said, trying to get a reaction from him.

“Enough about me! I want to find this so-called death spot” Just as he said that, he scratched at her ribs.

“EUKDISJ STEEEHEHEHEHEHEHVEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOHOP” 

“Oh look you found it! Y/n i'm so going to use this against you the next time you touch my machines.” And with that, Tony left the room. 

Steve and bucky continued until your laughter went silet. 

‘Yohohu guhuhuys ahahahrehe mehehan” it took you a few minutes, but you recoverd. 

Then Steve gave you a look, and then he grabbed bucky. 

“Get him Y/n!” Steve said, and he didnt have to tell you twice. You immediately dug into his sides.

“Yhyhy/nanan stohohohpop”

“Steve, where is his death spot?”

“STHEVHEHE SHUHUT YOHOUR MOUTH”

“Now why would I do that? Going straight to the big guns I see, get his pits”

“STEHEHEVEHE WHYHYHY”

You slipped your hands in his armpits after a bit of struggling. 

YHYHYHY/NHNHNHN YOUHUHUR SOHOHOH GONHOHOHNHA GEHEHET IHIHIHIT”

“You're in no position to be making threats, old man, no offence Steve.”

“None taken” he said with a scoff.

When his laugh went silent you stopped.

“You ok over there Buck?”

“Youhuhure Dehehehad Meheheat” 

“Oh that's bad Y/n” Steve said, feeling bad for you.

“Your next Rogers, Youve got ten seconds Y/n.. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”

He didnt have to tell you twice, you were out of there by 9.

Part 2????

#mcu tickle #marvel tickle #ler steve rogers #tword content #lee steve rogers #ler bucky barnes #lee bucky barnes #lee reader #tickle #tickle fluff #steve rogers tickle #bucky barnes tickle

[aninklingof]

Monkey in the Middle

Original concept by @mushiewrites here!

Lee! George & Lee! Sapnap, Ler! Dream

Warnings: none ✨platonic✨

Enjoy!

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The credits rolled across the screen slowly, the slightly mesmerizing display marking the end of Captain America: Civil War. Dream stretched his arms above his head with a yawn as his back popped satisfyingly.

He was sat between George and Sapnap, the older blinking in and out of consciousness while the younger tapped on his phone with a mostly-empty bucket of popcorn in hand.

“The game’s coming on soon, which of you have the remote?” Dream asked, awakening George enough that he wasn’t on the verge of nodding off.

“Don’t put on the dumb game! Let’s watch another movie,” George grumbled.

“You were literally snoring five seconds ago.”

“I was not!”

Sapnap, who was in possession of the remote, piped in. “Yeah let’s watch another movie! Like Jaws or something.” He raised the remote and began to type in the search bar, but Dream was having none of it.

“No, I wanna watch the game. We’ve been watching movies all afternoon!” He made a grab for the remote which the shorter dodged. “C’mon man! Give it here!”

As the blonde made another lunge for the remote Sapnap tossed it over his head to George, who caught it clumsily. He laughed and hopped up, waving the device tauntingly in the air.

“Monkey in the middle, Dream!”

“Oh it’s on.” Dream leaped for the brunette like a lion attacking it’s prey. George let out a signature screech and threw the remote into Sapnap’s waiting arms.

“Over here Dream!” He called, and Dream turned and charged at him. He simply tossed the remote back to George.

The tallest let out a devious chuckle and his face stretched to a terrifying smirk. “So that’s how it’s gonna be.”

George was fully prepared for Dream to run at him again and threw the remote when he did. What he didn’t expect was Dream to completely ignore the device and pounce on George anyway.

“WAAH—! Dre—EHEHEHEHEAAAM!! NOHOHO DOHOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!!” He fell into peals of hysterical laughter as Dream’s large hands squeezed all of his rib cage at once, kicking and squirming like a fish out of water.

Sapnap tensed and a bright blush coated his face red. Tingles shot up his body and settled as butterflies in his stomach and he stepped back shakily.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh Pandas?~”

The youngest yelped as he was swept off his feet and was laid next to George on the ground, cackles flowing out of his lungs before he could get his bearings as Dream scratched ruthlessly in his armpit. “NAHAH DREHEEEEEAAAAM!!!”

The blonde man smiled proudly at his two friends beneath him, both laughing and wiggling with red faces and bright smiles as he tickled their ribs, sides and armpits interchangeably.

“DREHEHEAM PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAHAAO!”

“ITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEASE!! DREHEHEAMM—!”

Dream moved from viciously clawing their ribs to skittering lightly at their shirt-covered tummies. Both men gasped for breath through continuous giggles, George gripping his wrist for grounding and Sapnap having melted completely.

He chuckled fondly. “I could tickle you two for hours and never get bored. However—“

Dream reached into Sapnap’s hoodie pocket and pulled out the remote that had started the whole fiasco.

“—I have a football game to watch.”

~~~~~

#lee!sapnap #lee!george #ler!dream #dsmp tickle #dream team #tickle fics #tickle #sfw tickle community #DSMP #mushiewrites #thanks for letting me use your concept #Seans tickle fics

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Reader tickle fics

Platonic Reader tickle fics

Switch!Reader Switch!Boomer

Ler!Sapnap Lee!reader

Lee!Reader Ler!Sapnap

Ler!Karlnapity Lee!reader

Ler!Sam Lee!reader

Ler!Dream Lee!Reader

Ler!Sapnap Ler!Dream Lee!Reader

Ler!Reader Lee!Sapnap

Ler!Sam Ler!Quackity Lee!Reader

Ler!Niki Ler!Quackity Lee!reader

Ler!Foolish Lee!Reader

Ler!Dream Ler!George Lee!Reader

Lee!Reader Ler!Dream Ler!Punz Ler!Sapnap

Last levels

Ler!BBH Lee!Reader

Accidental tickles

Openness

Romantic reader tickle fics

Ler!Sapnap Lee!Reader

Switch!Quackity Switch!Reader

Ler!Dream Lee!Reader

Ler!George Lee!Reader

Neutral reader tickle fics (can either be platonic or romantic, or involve unspoken feelings between to characters, or be in a relationship with a minor character)

Lee!Punz Ler!Reader

Switch!Reader Switch!Sam

Lee!Dream Ler!Reader

Lee!Reader Ler!Sapnap Ler!Dream

Reader fics with only slight tickling/No tickling

Car rides with punzo

Missing his hand

Sapnap you make it easier

Mini golf Punz

Good dad

Calm because of you

Take a hint

Double date

Series

The boy with the reindeer clothes and captain america mask

Part one

Part two

Part three

#kasey writes stuff #master post

[chaoticklefics]

Captain America Tickle Head Cannons: Stucky

•Steve was most definitely ticklish preserum, something Bucky would often take advantage of being that Steve was a lot smaller and weaker before the serum.

•Bucky would tickle Steve to attempt to get him to stop fighting and to stop trying to enlist.

•Bucky would tickle the snot out of Steve for lying on his enlistment papers, which of course wouldn’t stop Steve. Bucky would tease Steve about enjoying being tickled and “asking for it.”

•Steve could hardly ever win tickle fights with Bucky before the serum.

•Bucky likes messing with Steve and will even tell the girls they double date with that Steve is super ticklish, lol. Tickling and teasing Steve about being so sensitive ensues.

•Steve would frequently be tickled by the other soldiers during training, during free time of course.

•Post serum Steve gains ler energy as he is bigger, stronger and faster. Way easier for him to take down opponents in tickle fights.

•Bucky has a lot to pay for being that Steve never had a chance against him in tickle fights. Oh how the tables have turned.

•Steve is an evil ler. He definitely ensures that Bucky gets a taste of his own medicine in full.

•The serum is known to make good qualities better and bad qualities worse.

•The serum magnifies Steve’s ticklishness by 100%. Eventually Bucky finds out and tortures Steve any chance he can, reminiscing about the times that Bucky would tickle Steve to tears.

•Even though Steve is much stronger, being tickled really incapacitates him. Bucky teases him about this relentlessly.

•Post serum tickle fights are definitely more evenly matched.

#marvel #head canon #captain america #tickle headcanons #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle content #tickle fic blog #stucky #tickling

[gaybananabread]

Not Again!

I saw a lot of adorable Heartstopper fics, and I wanted to try one. Enjoy!

Lee: Nick

Ler: Charlie

Summary: When Nick tries to put on a certain Marvel movie again, Charlie has an idea to make the afternoon more interesting.

Warnings: none. It's a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

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Saturday started off normal. Charlie and Nick were at his house, spending the day together. After some cuddling, they decided to put on a movie.

"What should we put on?" Nick thought for a minute. "How about a horror movie?" Charlie shook his head. "No, not in the mood. Any other ideas?"

They went back and forth for a little while. Nick would suggest something, and Charlie would shoot it down, not offering any ideas himself. After about ten minutes, Nick was tired of it. He made an executive decision.

"Captain America it is!" Charlie groaned dramatically. "Not again! You've seen it a million times by now!" Nick had already made up his mind. "Maybe, but it gets better every time. Also, I'm the only one who knows where the remote is, so Captain America."

Charlie playfully glared at him. "Really? Is that your final answer, Nelson?" With a smug look on his face, Nick nodded. "Yes it is, Spring."

Charlie lunged at him, and they rolled around, trying to get on top of the other. After a minute or two, Charlie had Nick pinned on his back, his arms under his knees. He tried to wiggle out, but he had Charlie sitting on his hips. "This is what you get, rugby lad."

He started scribbling all over Nick's belly, and giggles poured out of his mouth. "Wahahahahahait! Charlie, nohohohoho!" Then he started to tease him. "Awe, big, tough Nick Nelson can't handle some tickles? What a shame~"

Nick blushed, it spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "Nohohoho teheheahahsihing! Chaharlie!" "Niiiick!" He started to squease his sides vigorously, kicking Nick's giggles up an octave. "Cohohohohome ohohohohon! Nohoho fahahahair!"

Charlie gasped. "I'm not fair? You were going to put on the same old movie again! I had to save you from yourself!" He started to wander upwards, lightly scratching between each of his ribs. "Chahahaharlie, nohohoho! Pleheheahase!"

He gave Nick a breather, tracing little shapes on his sides. Charlie took a minute to bask in the cuteness before him. Nick's whole face was a tomato, and he had breathy giggles coming out in a steady stream. How he could be so adorable, Charlie would never know.

"Bahahahabe. Ahahahare you dohohone?" Charlie thought for a minute. That was enough of a breather. "Mmmm, no." He yanked up Nick's arms, and he was too tired to pit up much of a fight.

He launched his hands into his armpits. Nick squeaked, belly laughter following soon after. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHO!" He tugged, but it was half-hearted. Both he and Charlie knew that he was loving every second of this. He would never admit it, but it was true.

Charlie slowed down a bit, moving down to his ribs, tracing little shapes again. "Ready for the big finale, Nelson?" Nick shook his head. He knew what that meant, and Charlie was always ruthless on that spot. "Chahahar, dohohohon't! Nohohot thehehere, cohome on!"

Ignoring his poor boyfriend's pleas, he put his hands under his knees, securing them in place. His hands went to that special spot, right underneath his hips and at the tip of his thighs. Nick will forever deny the sou d he made when Charlie squeased there.

"NYAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHARLIHIHIHIE! NAHAHAHOHOHO!" Nick bucked and squirmed, but he couldn't throw Charlie off. It tickled so badly, but he loved it. He loved how happy it made Charlie, and how happy it made him. At that moment though, he could only think of the tickly feelings shooting through his legs and core.

Nick shook his head back and forth, tears of mirth coming to the corners of his eyes. Charlie needed to do one final thing. He pulled up Nick's shirt, took a deep breath, and blew a huge raspberry.

"OHOHOHO MYHIHIHI GOHOHOHOD! CHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHAHAHAP!" As soon as he said it, Charlie's immediately stopped. He started rubbing away any ghost tickles. Nick was still giggling like a madman. It took a good minute or two before he could stop.

"Mmmm. Kiss." Nick groggy reached up and grabbed Charlie's head, gently pulling him in for a kiss. Charlie giggled into it a bit. When he's tired, Nick turns into a big, attention-hungry puppy.

"Better now?" Nick just nodded, snuggling up into Charlie. He's like a big golden retriever. Charlie stretched out and grabbed two pillows and blanket from the couch. He predicted them out and got comfy.

They fell asleep like that. Nick curled up on Charlie's chest while he played with Nick's hair. For both of them, that was way better than any movie they could have put on.

#heartstopper #heartstopper tickle #nick and charlie #charlie x nick #heartstopper alice oseman #tickle fic #lee!nick #ler!charlie #sfw tickling community #tickle #nick nelson #charlie spring

[strmpt]

characters that made me trans:

- danny phantom

- percy jackson

- the once-ler

- dave strider

- tony stark

- captain america

- dave strider again????

#listen idk bros but the first 4 are the most culpable #bc that was all age 14 and earlier #i would also add chrome here but i put the onceler and he’s derived from him technically #also billy joe cobra from dude thats my ghost #but thats a much shorter and smaller hyperfixation

[widowsistersandfriends]

could u do a fic maybe where peter and reader keep briefly ticking people in the compound, just like squeezing their side or poking them and eventually they get steve who gets revenge ? thanks!

Hello anon! Thank you for this request! I'm sorry it took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1346

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“Let’s get Natasha first,” Peter whispered to you, as the two of you were hiding behind the couch, waiting for the perfect time to attack.

“No way. She’ll catch us so quickly and turn the tables in a flash,” you whisper-yelled back, as your eyes fixated on a different target.

You and Peter looked at each other and nodded in unison, as you both sprung out from behind the couch and ran towards Yelena and Kate at full speed. The blonde and brunette were currently arguing over whether hot sauce belonged on mac and cheese.

“Hot sauce is the main condiment used on all foods,” Yelena insisted, while the brunette wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“No one puts hot sauce on mac and cheese. If they do, they have just as bad of taste as you,” Kate shot back, putting her hands on her hips defiantly. 

“Hmm, I guess I do have bad taste then, since I’m wasting time talking to you,” Yelena snarked back.

Just as Kate was getting ready to slap Yelena again, she let out a yelp and jerked her arm down, as Peter squeezed her side and ran off. Meanwhile, you had just poked Yelena in the ribs, causing the blonde to shriek and jump away.

You and Peter ran off while giggling in glee with your success. Kate and Yelena turned to glare at the two of you, but you guys were already sprinting down the long hallway, getting away quickly before they could try to impose any sort of revenge. 

“You should’ve seen the looks on their faces,” you said, while giggling breathlessly in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Did you hear their reactions?” Peter replied, while face-palm laughing.

The two of you laughed for a little more, before discussing who your next target would be. 

“I saw Clint and Wanda talking earlier together, so we may be able to go after them,” you suggested.

Peter peeked out the door of the room you two were hiding in.

“They’re still talking together, so maybe we can get them!” Peter said excitedly.

“I’ll get Wanda and you get Clint,” you told Peter, as he nodded in agreement.

The two of you snuck out once again, tiptoeing through the compound.

“Where did Y/N and Peter go?” Wanda asked Clint.

“Beats me. Most likely they’re up to no good again,” Clint replied with a chuckle.

Before Wanda could respond, she felt five fingers wiggling lightly on the back of her neck, causing her to squeal and squirm away.

“Aaahh, Y/N whahahat ahahahre yohohou dohohoing,” the witch giggled out, as she shrugged her shoulders upwards to protect herself.

“Just letting you know that I’m right here,” you replied cheekily, running off before she could do anything.

Meanwhile, Peter had just tickled Clint in his armpit, causing him to spill the drink in his cup. Luckily it was just water, so it was easy to clean up.

You two, once again, ran off, shouting with laughter like little kids, while Clint and Wanda both sighed with fond eye rolls.

The two of you now sat on the stairs, whispering on how to get your last two targets, Natasha and Steve, who were currently playing a game of uno.

“DRAW FOUR!” Steve yelled out excitedly, as Natasha drew four cards, clearly annoyed because she was about to win.

“Just you wait, Rogers. I wouldn’t get all excited just yet,” Natasha replied with a wicked grin, as she then played a draw four card of her own, which she had just drawn from the pile.

Steve groaned, adding to the pile of cards in his hand. Currently, Steve was facing you guys and could see your faces, while Natasha had her back to you two on the couch. Steve knew what you guys were planning, so he pointed discreetly at Natasha and gave a nod. Little did he know that you two were planning on going after both of them.

Steve drew out his turn, pretending that he wasn’t sure of what card to play, as Natasha grew impatient.

“C’mon Steve, just play whatever you have. We both know you’re gonna lose,” the redhead stated, as a smirk played on her lips.

With that distraction, you pounced on Natasha and dug your fingers into her sides quickly, before attempting to escape. Meanwhile, Peter had just attacked Steve as well.

Their laughter mixed together, as you and Peter attempted to escape. Unfortunately, Natasha was quicker and snatched you before you could escape. Steve had already gotten to work, pinning Peter to the other side of the couch and tickling him to pieces.

“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHRRY,” Peter cried out, as Steve tickled his stomach and sides.

“Apologizing already? Sounds like you’re just trying to get out of this,” Steve said, a silly grin playing on his lips, as he reached back to squeeze his knees.

Peter kicked out with a squeal, twisting and squirming to get away. Meanwhile, Natasha had you in a tight grip, not letting you escape at all.

Steve now attacked Peter’s armpits, causing the poor boy to scream with laughter.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIT WAHAHAHS Y/N’S IDEAHAHAHA!” Peter cried out, desperate to escape.

Your eyes widened at the sudden betrayal, as you turned around to see the smirk on Natasha’s face.

“Well then it seems like I should punish you too, right?” Natasha asked, pulling you tighter into her lap and using her right hand to dig into your ribs.

You jerked immediately, trying your best to curl up and protect yourself, but not without falling into helpless giggles and laughter.

“NATAHAHAHSHA YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK LEHEHEHT MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you shouted, as her hand then traveled down to your hips, squeezing the soft part right above it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you squealed out.

Steve had now let Peter go, leaving him to catch his breath, as he moved over to where you and Natasha were.

“Getting a head start are we?” Steve asked with a grin. With that, Steve and Natasha didn’t even need words to properly communicate, as Steve stretched you out on the couch, and Natasha held your hands above your head.

“NO! I’ve had enough! I learned my lesson! Please don’t do this,” you whined, not wanting to be tickled to pieces like Peter did.

“Then you should’ve thought about the consequences before you did this,” Steve said, sitting on your legs and turning to tickle your bare feet.

“OHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,” you screamed out, curling your toes up as Steve got near your toes.

“Looks like these little piggies need to be tickled,” Steve commented, as he lightly scratched underneath your toes.

You squealed with laughter, shutting your eyes, but still knowing that Natasha was looking at you with that frustrating smirk of hers.

Steve then turned around and began to tickle both of your armpits, as you were unable to pull them down, thanks to Natasha’s strong grip on your arms.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIH’LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING,” you begged desperately.

“Hold on Y/N, just one more thing,” Natasha said with an evil grin. With that, she let your arms go, as she dug into your ribs, while Steve used one hand to tickle your stomach, and the other to squeeze at the sensitive part on your inner thigh.

Your laughter fell silent, as you were unable to laugh loudly anymore, waiting for their tickles to be over.

When they felt you had enough, they let you go, both grinning at your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“Oh Y/N, when will you ever learn your lesson,” Natasha said, patting your back gently.

“Never, obviously,” you said with an eye roll, earning you a poke to the side.

“I hope you kids learned your lesson. You know the consequences if you try this again,” Steve said, giving you two a playful warning look.

You and Peter locked eyes, both knowing that the next event of mischief was bound to happen very soon, but only after you two had recovered from the wrecking you had both received.

#peter parker #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #wanda maximoff #clint barton #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ticklish!peter #lee!peter #ler!natasha #ler!steve rogers #ler!steve #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #black widow #spiderman #captain america #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff #natasha x reader #steve x reader #peter x reader #yelena x reader #kate x reader

[tickles-in-ficland]

It’s here! It’s finally here! Sorry it took so long, life got hectic and I didn’t have the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy.

Old Man

Summary: The reader is a lab assistant with the Avengers. After growing close with the team, teasing about two super soldiers old age is a favorite past time. That is until the two “old men” decide that a lesson needs to be learned. LerSteve Rogers, Ler!Bucky Barnes, Lee!Reader

Warning: Mild swearing, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1,986

It was 4pm and you were way past your time for a break. You’d been in the lab since 6 am. Ever since Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner brought you on as their lab tech you had grown close with the whole team. They had brought you in about 6 months prior. It took awhile for you to come out of your lab rat shell but in time, you became a part of the family.

You sighed taking off your lab coat and tossing it over the chair. “I think I need a break. If I stare at that microscope any longer my eyes are going to fall out of my head.”

Bruce chuckled. “I agree Y/N go get something to eat. You’ve done great work today.” he said with a quick wave before turning back to his project. That man worked more than you did.

With a smile you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, only to collide head first into a super soldier. Looking up, it was Steve.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Y/N! Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

A smile smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You never missed an opportunity to tease one of the team members. They’d grown use to your cheekiness. “Ugh I guess so. It’s just these old geezers around here need to watch where they’re going.”

“I-HEY!” he said crossing his arms in a pout. “That’s not very nice.”

A full fledged smile spread your face now. “Who said I was nice?” you quipped.

Steve narrowed his eyes playfully at you. “Watch it.” he said he pointing a finger in your face. Sending a wink in your direction he continued down the hall.

You entered the compound kitchen, desperately trying to find a snack. Long hours in the lab made you hungry and you wanted a snack.

“Whatcha looking for?” a deep voice chirped behind you, making you jump.

You turned around to see Bucky in the kitchen, his arm resting on the island counter.

“Good grief Bucky. You’re quiet for an old man. I expected a dinosaur to make a bit more noise.” You grinned turning back to the fridge.

You heard Bucky gasp as you giggled, rummaging through the fridge for your snack. Pulling out some fruit you sat on the bar stool, glancing over at Bucky who still had his mouth slightly agape at your sass.

“What?” you asked innocently with a hint of mischief behind your eyes.

“Did you….” he paused dramatically for a moment. “call me OLD?!” he said putting his hand to his chest.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “Hey I didn’t say exactly that but if the shoe fits!”

“You are full of sass today little one. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.” he said pointing a finger warningly but teasingly at you.

“Who’s in trouble?” Tony asked entering the kitchen as the exchange between you and Bucky was happening.

Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling. “This little punk over here called me old!”

Tony threw his head back in a deep laugh before giving you a high five of approval.

Bucky huffed crossing his arms. “I think Y/N has been spending too much time with you, Stark. Your sarcastic nature is rubbing off.”

Tony shrugged and nudged you with a smile. “I see nothing wrong with that.” he said before patting Bucky on the shoulder as he exited the room.

You took the cue to follow Stark out of the kitchen. As you passed Bucky you grinned as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.

“You’re starting something I might have to finish.” Bucky said towering over you with a devious smirk on his face.

“You don’t scare me, Buck. You’d never hurt me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Who said anything about hurting you?” before reaching forward, spidering his hands up and down your sides, eliciting high pitched giggles to spill from your mouth.

“he-HEY! What was that for?!”

“I wanted to see if you’re ticklish.” Bucky said with a grin. “Looks like you are. What a discovery!” he said skittering his fingers across your tummy making you squeal and twist away.

“Bu-BUCKY! QUHIHIT IT!” you said smacking his hand as you jumped out of his reach.

Bucky ceased his attack but still had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“A few of us are in the common room. We’re planning a movie night. Do you want to join us?” He asked as the two of you exited the kitchen.

You shrugged. “I’d love to but I should probably get back to the lab. Banner is probably wondering where I am. We have an important test to run.”

Bucky put his arm around you and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Aw come on Y/N! You work too hard. Take a break and hang out with your friends. Banner will survive without his assistant.”

“I don’t know….” you said.

Your work was important to you and being chosen to work at Avengers Compound was a dream come true. It was a bit intimidating working alongside literal super heroes so you wanted to make the best impression possible.

You gave Bucky a small smile. “Let me swing by the lab and make sure I’m not needed. I’ll meet you in the common room.”

Bucky nodded, satisfied with that answer. “Alright, doll. I’ll let the others know you’re joining us.”

Bucky exited the kitchen, headed to the common room, while you made your way back to the lab. Bruce was still in there to no surprise but you didn’t see Tony. After Bruce assuring you that he was fine on his own, you made your way back down to the common room where you saw everyone getting settled in. You walked in to see Wanda and Vision curled up on a loveseat together, Steve and Bucky where on either end of the long couch while Peter was stretched out on the floor with a pillow under his chest.

“Y/N!” Vision said cheerfully. “Do join us.” he motioned you into the room.

Peter looked up from his spot on the floor and gave you a friendly smile and wave. It was nice to have someone closer in age to you around. While you were a few years older than the spider kid, it was still nice to not be the only “kid” around.

You sat in between Bucky and Steve, a decision you would soon regret.

Halfway through the movie, a scene happened where it was taking place in an era that was far before either of the super soldiers time, but you couldn’t resist a jab. You smirked and leaned towards Steve.

“So what was it like back then?”

“Hey!” Steve said with a hand on his chest. “I’m not THAT old!” He said with a jab to your side.

Giggles bubbled in your throat. Steve raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

Bucky leaned over hearing the commotion. “Hush! I’m trying to watch.”

Steve put his hands up in defense. “It wasn’t me dude! Y/N is making fun of my age! I may be old but I’m not THAT old!”

A mischievous smile graced Bucky’s face. “You’re not the only one getting the sass. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson in respecting elders. What do you think Rogers?”

Catching on to the teasing tone in his voice Steve shared the mischievous smirk. You were in deep shit. As you attempted to bolt from the couch a pair of strong arms yanked you back down, holding you in place.

“And just where do you think you’re going little one?” Steve teased as you squirmed in his arms with a giggle trying to break free.

“Ya know Rogers, I found out something about Y/N!” Bucky said before giving your sides a firm squeeze, eliciting a stream of giggles.

Steve’s eyes lit up. “You’re ticklish?! Why didn’t we know this before?!”

“Behehehcause!” you said giggling pushing at Bucky’s hands. “Why wouhohould I share thaahahat?”

“Well maybe this will teach you to watch your sass around us little one.” Steve said digging into your ribs from behind. A shriek of laughter made the whole room turn to look at you.

“Guhuhuhys! Plehehehase!” You tried with all your might to get out Steve’s grip, to no avail. “Ihihim sohohohorry!”

Bucky shook his head with a smile, still squeezing your sides and spidering over your tummy, endless giggles spilling from your mouth as you kicked your legs wildly.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I believe you. How about you Steve?”

Steve shook his head in agreement. “Nah I don’t think so either.” The super soldiers talking to each other as if you weren’t there was driving you crazy. The teasing was too much.

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe if I squeeze riiiiiight……here.” he said before furiously digging into your hip bone, causing a deep belly laughter to erupt.

“NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAP! SOMEONE HEHEHELP MEHEHEH!” you bucked trying to escape but Steve held you tightly.

“Oh! I think we found a bad spot.” Steve teased continuing to spider up your ribs and under your arms.

Everyone in the room shook their heads. They did not want to get in the middle of that. Especially Peter who was often the target of tickle attacks. Being the youngest of the bunch he himself was often a target for incessant teasing.

“Sorry Y/N!!” Peter shouted from his spot on the floor. “You did this to yourself!”

“I hahahate youhoho!” your laughter raising in octaves with each squeeze and poke.

“You HATE us?!” Bucky gasped feigning hurt. “Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson! I think we need to pull out the big guns, what do you say Rogers?”

“Nohohoho! Ihihihim sohohorry!! Ihihihim sohohohory!” you squealed throwing your head back in deep belly laughter.

“Ready Buck?” Steve said with a smirk.

“Aye Aye Cap’n!” Bucky bellowed before the two men leaned down to either side of your neck blowing raspberry after raspberry. It was torture, their scratchy beards mixed with the tickly raspberries was too much. You screamed in laughter before tears spilled from your eyes and your laughter went silent. After a moment, they let up, deciding you had suffered enough.

You laid there for a moment, your body still shaking from residual giggles trying to get rid of the ghost tickles that still covered your body.

“Yohuhu two are the wohohorst!” you said covering your face to hide the blush that filled your cheeks.

The two super soldiers chuckled as Steve helped you sit up. “Maybe, but now you know what happens when you mess with two super soldiers.” he said with a wink.

You looked at everyone else in the room, who were clearly amused by what had happened. “Y’all suck! No one tried to help me!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Wanda chimed in “I wasn’t getting in the middle of that.” she said with a laugh. “Vis gets me enough, I don’t even want to try to fight those two.”

“Yes it is true.” Vision said with a small smile. “It does seem you, as the young spider boy pointed out, did it to yourself.”

You huffed and crossed your arms. Bucky raised his eyebrows as he leaned over to look you in the eyes. “Shall we go for round two or is the sass master done for now?” he said wiggling his fingers teasingly.

“Nohoho! No mohohore!” you said giggling holding up your hands in defense.

Bucky lowered his hands but leaned forward so he hovering over you slightly. “Watch yourself little one. Now everyone knows your weakness.” he said with a final poke and a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You settled back into the couch, leaning on Steve’s shoulder and smiled to yourself. You hadn’t exactly hated that and you were already plotting how to make it happen again.

Revenge is sweet.

#marvel tickle #mcu tickle #ticklish reader #avengers tickle #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #lee!reader #ler!bucky #ler!steverogers #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #captain america #the winter soldier

[misssassyrox]

Hi, I saw you were into marvel, and was wondering if you could tell me your tickling headcanons for ammit from moon knight, or perhaps if you'd be interested in writing something about her being a ler! (your writing is great by the way)

Hi! I didn't want to answer this as I didn't want to lose this, but I'm hoping you'll send me another ask or reblog this, so you see it for when I do eventually watch Moon Knight Firstly, thank you so much the wonderful compliment. That is very kind of you and I'm glad you like my writing. I'm so sorry, but at this time being, I'm going to have to decline this request (for now). Not because I don't want to write it, but I am a new fan, and am still playing catch-up, meaning there are a lot of Marvel shows I've yet to see (including some of the Avengers movies) and Moon Knight. If I do watch it or end up doing research on it, I may come back to this. You did remind me to update my fandoms list, so thank you so much for this. Please don't hesitate to request anything else. I've seen the following if you want to request for any of these. - all of the Spider-Man movies (all three actors ones) - All of the Iron Man movies - Captain America: First Avenger, Civil War, Infinity War & End Game - She-Hulk (only the first couple of eps, so still playing catch up with that. - What If Thank you so much again and I'm sorry that I couldn't do the request.

#miss sassy declines #Miss Sassy Asks #moon knight #no idea what that is #I'm so sorry

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Shy (Part 1 of 2)

Avengers x female teen reader

Y/N is Pepper’s niece, and she spends basically all her time at Avengers tower. What will happen when Thor brings around a new face?

Characters: Steve, Bucky, a bit of Loki (he’ll be in part two much more)

Y/N was freaking out. She couldn’t handle it. She had a routine, a routine that worked, a routine she liked, a routine that did not involve having to be around people she didn’t know.

Y/N was no good with strangers. She wasn’t good at introducing herself, or small talk, or chit chat, or any of the other things you were supposed to do when strangers were around. It had taken her long enough to get used to the ones that lived here, but now they just had to bring in another one. Just her luck.

“Y/N, come and meet Loki, will you!” Thor had boomed from the living room a few minutes after he had arrived home from Asgard. That was two days ago. Y/N had hesitantly stepped into the living room, offering Thor and the newcomer—a very tall, very mysterious looking man, Loki, of course—a slight wave before slipping back out again and hiding in Nat’s room. (She rarely spent the night there, and when she did she always preferred to have a little sleepover with one of the Avengers she was closest to, so she didn’t have a room of her own at the tower.)

But since then, she had found out that Loki liked very much to hang around the living room, her go-to spot in the tower, and she couldn’t go in there without risking the awkwardness of another introduction, or of course, some much-dreaded chit chat.

She would make a fool of herself. She always did. And that would only stand to make things even more awkward.

Why did it all have to be so complicated?

She had finally worked up the guts to go into the living room, even though Loki was stretched out on one of the couches reading a book.

She really should have stayed in Nat’s room.

She sat down on the couch opposite him, starting to wonder if it would be rude to turn on the tv with him sitting there. She didn’t have to wonder long, however, as she was interrupted by Steve and Bucky coming in on their way to the training room.

“Hey squirt,” Steve greeted Y/N, rubbing her head.

She laughed and shoved his hand away. “Stop that!”

“Oh, what, now I’m not allowed mess with you anymore? C’mon N/N, you know that’s my favorite sport,” Steve smirked, reaching his hand down and squeezing her side. Y/N squealed and jerked away from his hand, failing to notice Loki lift his head up from his book to watch the encounter curiously.

“Aww, little N/N is so ticklish!” Steve teased, reaching both hands down to continue his assault on Y/N’s ribs. She tried to break away from him, but Bucky—smirking—reached over and pinned her down to the couch, trapping her in this wonderful torture.

“GUHUYS STOP IT!” Y/N cried. Instead of stopping, Steve reached down and wiggled his fingers in between Y/N ribs—uh-oh, the death spot—causing her to scream and thrash around even more wildly.

Steve just laughed. “Hehey now, I think I unlocked a new level here. Hey Buck, try this out, see how ticklish she is here?”

“STEHEVE STOP!” Y/N yelled, wriggling in the super soldiers’ grasps.

Bucky leaned down, using his metal hand to dig in between Y/N’s ribs. Again, she screamed and struggled all the harder.

“Man you were right Steve, I think that’s the best spot yet.”

“GUHUYS STAHAHAP IT!” Y/N laughs turned silent, her face bright red, and the two men finally decided she’d had enough.

“Enjoy your day squirt,” Steve gently kissed her forehead before following Bucky down to the training room.

Y/N curled up on the couch, letting out a few residual giggles before realizing…

Loki had been watching the whole time.

Well this wasn’t going to make things any less awkward.

#marvel #loki #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky #steve #steve rogers #captain america #mcu #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #ler loki x lee reader #ler Steve x lee reader #tickle #tword #marvel tword #marvel tickle #ler avengers #avengers x reader

[twordytings]

“what are big brothers for, huh?”

for your sentence starter things!! btw,, you’re not obsessed, you’re just being yourself! 💕

A/N: Thanks for the encouragement bud, I appreciate it<33

“What are big brothers for, huh?” Steve said as he hugged you after thanking him for helping you with your history homework.

“Pulling pranks on?” you told him with a quick giggle. You felt his arms tighten themselves around you, and you immediately felt the complete opposite of comfortable.

“Y’know… I haven’t tickled you in a while. Isn’t that what little sisters are for? Tickling?”

As you grew older, it was evident that Steve couldn’t really be playful with you like he was when you were younger. Before, he would play fight and pretend-wrestle you, play silly games, and chase you around to soon snatch you up and tickle you to bits as his way of bonding with you. Now though, bonding between the two of you took on the forms of incessantly bickering and taking out outside anger with training and actually wrestling one another.

He couldn’t say he didn’t miss when you were a small little thing; when he could pick you up with a simple flick of his pinky finger. You hadn’t really given it much thought, primarily considering that you were the one longing to grow up. But times like these brought a sense of nostalgia that you had also begun to long for, now that getting older made you realize the perks of being young and having no responsibility in sight. That isn’t to say you wouldn’t still put up a fight when it came to his old ways of messing around with you.

“Steheheve nooo!”

“Nooooo,” he mocked as he surprisingly scooped you up off the ground fairly quickly. “Just as easy as it was back in the day…” he said as he took the opportunity to wiggle his fingers into your ribs, making you kick and scream at the feeling.

“STEHEHEVE THIS IHISNT FAHAHAIR!”

You’d make sure to put snakes in his bed while he was sleeping that night.

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