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rosiesramblings · 1 year
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Steve Is Forcibly Adopted
Fandom: Stranger Things
WC: 1.5k
A/N: It's been a minute! I swear I meant to finish this like a month ago. I hope you enjoy this fic of Steve and his chosen family.
It was in the early hours of July 5th, 1985, when Hopper and El adopted Steve. It would be a while before Steve himself recognized this, but that night at the hospital was the beginning of their cobbled-together family.
The exhaustion had taken residence in Hopper’s bones, and with the hefty dose of non-opioid pain meds in his system, the only thing he wanted was to go home and sleep. Preferably on the floor of El’s room, but he would settle for the couch outside her door if she wanted space. El had been given stitches and a clean bill of health by Owens’ people, and had quietly accepted the crutches Hopper pushed into her arms. 
“Ready to head home?” Hop asked as El pulled herself to her feet and awkwardly positioned the crutches under her arms. Instead of answering, she started toward the door.
The two of them made it slowly down the endless hallway, quiet except for the beeping machines behind other closed doors. Until -
“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington, but we can’t release you until you have someone who can watch you for the next few days,” an apologetic nurse could be heard from behind a curtain.
“It’s Steve. And I promise I’ll be fine, and I’ll come back if anything weird starts to happen, just - please, let me leave,” Steve Harrington sounded like he was half delirious, half on the verge of tears.
“Steve, you were injected with an unknown substance, we really can’t let you leave on your own,” the nurse explained.
Hopper had heard enough. One glance at El’s wide pleading eyes was all he needed before he twitched the curtain aside with a gruff, “We’ll take him.”
Steve and the nurse both jumped, and Jesus, it looks like the kid’s been through the wringer. Bruises littered his face, a patch of gauze was taped over one eye, and Hopper could tell the kid was dealing with some broken ribs by the way his arm cradled his torso.
Steve blinked in confusion as the nurse brightened. “Chief Hopper! Of course, I’ll get his discharge paperwork. Shouldn’t take two minutes.”
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In the hospital parking lot, Steve hung back when El and Hopper clambered into Hop’s car. He kept his eyes on the ground, scuffing the toe of one sneaker. “Thanks for breaking me out, Chief. I’ll, uh, get out of your hair.”
Hop didn’t even have to look to see the way El’s eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth, but Hop beat her to it. “Kid, I wasn’t lying about keeping an eye on you. The nurse said you need to be watched, so we’ll watch you. Got it?”
A blush crept up on Steve’s face. “Oh, I couldn’t impose, really, and I’m sure you want to spend some time with Supergirl here, and -”
“Steve,” El’s quiet plea stopped him in his tracks. “We want you. To come home with us. Please.” The passenger side door swung open. El wiped a trickle of blood from her nose.
“Get in the damn car, kid,” Hop said gruffly. 
Steve got in the damn car.
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What was supposed to be a week of Hop-and-El-supervision melted into two weeks of all-three-of-them-healing-and-processing, which became a month of Steve-helping-El-with-schoolwork-while-Hop-fixed-up-the-cabin, until one day Hopper climbed up the cabin steps after work, listening to the faint sounds of his kids making dinner together, and he was suddenly struck by how right it all felt.
The three had dinner together, and El turned on her favorite soap while Hop took care of the dishes. Steve took a quick shower, and then padded into the living room in his pajamas. He collapsed on the couch next to El, making her bounce in her seat.
“Do we have to watch this boring show, Ellie? Why can’t we put on a baseball game or something?” He whined playfully.
“Because,” El said primly, “My show is good. Baseball is just men chasing after a ball and trying to get it in a hoop.”
Steve flopped over on top of El. “Ellie, that’s basketball, not baseball. Come on, please?” He turned his face up to give her puppy eyes.
“Get off! You are heavy!” Ell laughed, shoving at Steve’s shoulders.
“Please please please please please?” Steve asked, punctuating each please with a poke to El’s side. 
El collapsed to the side with a bright giggle, shaking her head rapidly back and forth, making her curls bounce. Never one to be outdone, she poked Steve back. “No no no no no no! We are watching my show!”
Hopper dried the last dish and wandered into the living room, settling into the armchair and ready to make sure his kids didn’t kill each other.
Steve just grinned at El, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sorry, Ellie, not ticklish.”
“What is ‘ticklish’?”
“When I poked you and you laughed just now? That’s because your tummy is ticklish,” Steve explained, poking El again.
She grinned, then pushed his hand away with a pout. “But you are not? Ticklish?”
“Nope,” Steve said. Hopper watched as he bit down on the left side of his bottom lip. Hop snorted. Steve couldn’t lie to anybody, except maybe El.
Both of their heads whipped around to look at Hopper. Steve looked indignant. “What? I’m not!” he protested, still biting down on the corner of his lip.
“You can’t lie for shit kid,” Hop chuckled. He turned to El, patiently explaining, “Sometimes, a person can hold back their laughter when tickled in certain places. That just means you have to find the place where they can’t help but giggle.”
El looked like Christmas came early, while Steve’s face turned bright red. El turned to Steve, “Where? Where where where?” Poking at his ribs and neck, where Hop knew El herself was ticklish.
Steve’s eyes widened, before he gently pushed her hands away. “Sorry Ellie. Some people are like that, yeah, but some people just aren’t ticklish.”
“Some people, maybe, but not you,” Hop snickered as Steve shot a glare his way.
“Hop doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” Steve protested loudly, trying to catch El’s hands as they started poking with renewed vigor.
“Oh no?” Hop asked. He surveyed Steve with a critical eye. “El, try behind his knees.”
“Hop!” Steve yelped incredulously, before promptly launching himself off the couch with a shriek as El did just that.
Hop chuckled to himself as Steve immediately shot to his feet, making a mad dash for his room. Unfortunately for him, Hopper had the reflexes of a parent, and shot his arm out to snag Steve around the waist before hauling him into his lap.
“Wait wait wait, Hop don’t, please, please I’ll die, just wahahahahait!” Steve collapsed into bubbly laughter as Hop’s fingers fluttered behind his knee, kicking out at nothing.
El let out a delighted gasp. “You lied! Friends don’t lie!” And she ran over to shove her fingers behind Steve’s other knee.
Steve’s laughter doubled as he visibly tried to hold back his kicks so as not to hurt El. “Nohohohohoo! Plehehease, I’m sohohohorry!
“Now that we've got him giggling,” Hopper explained over Steve’s protests, “He probably can’t hold back when we do this.” Hop dug into Steve’s tummy and raked his fingernails in towards Steve’s belly button, prompting an actual scream from Steve before he started cackling.
El happily flapped her hands at Steve’s reactions as she moved up to spider her fingers along his neck and collar bones. Steve scrunched up, trying to block El’s fingers but only succeeding in trapping them against his sensitive skin.
Steve had apparently lost the ability to form words, and when Hop saw the first tears trickle down from the corners of his eyes, he slowed his hands. “Okay, okay El. He’s had enough,” Hop said, using his thumb to wipe away Steve’s tears of mirth. El retracted her hands and resumed flapping happily, climbing onto the arm of the chair that wasn’t occupied by Steve.
Hop tried rubbing a soothing hand up and down Steve’s back, but he arched away with a giggle. “Jesus, kid, is there anywhere you aren’t ticklish?” Hop asked. Steve stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, but wordlessly moved Hopper’s hand to his hair. Hop took the hint and started scritching lightly at Steve’s scalp. Steve melted into Hopper with a sigh. El, feeling left out, dragged Hopper’s other hand to her own head, where he obligingly gave her the same treatment. 
Hopper pressed kisses to the crowns of both of their heads and tried to chisel the moment into his memories. His thoughts strayed to Sarah, as they often did these days. He hoped she was proud of him. As his other kids’ breaths evened out, he let himself think of her smile. Wherever she was, Hopper hoped she knew he missed her. 
He liked to think she had a hand in El and Steve coming into his life.
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Any ideas on all out tickle fight between Sam Steve and Bucky?
Oke so I'm gonna try something different here, head cannons. These ideas are free for anyone to use. If you will write with these ideas please tag me i would love to read them 😃
It would start of with occasionally a jab to the side, or spidering over the back of someone's neck.
Bucky and Sam would be having there discussion about stupid things like 'waffels are better then pancakes'.
Steve would be reading in the corner eventually having enough of there bickering.
He would sneak up on both of them and absolutely destroy them at the same time.
Unfortunately for Steve, bucky still hat great memory of how ticklish Steve was.
They would verbally tease him into oblivion while wrecking with his worst spots.
And that would go on and on through out the whole day.
I was planning on writing a way longer fic but my inspiration is really low right now and I'm really busy with my personal life.
I will be writing more when i have more time.
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mimimunson · 2 months
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steddie / ticklish!eddie / one shot
cw- tickling, swearing
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wayne notices everything. eagle eyed he picked up on how close steve and his nephew were before they even told him they were dating. he very quickly saw how much eddie liked to fluster steve around their friends, he thought it was only fair that he gave the lad some ammo on eddie.
“when he was younger and showing off, i just used to poke his sides a little, that was quickly an attitude adjustment.” he whispered to steve when eddie had gone to the bathroom. steve’s eyes gleamed at the information, he would never have guessed eddie was ticklish, but slowly everything started adding up.
eddie re-entered the room and steve had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face.
“what the fuck did you tell him?” eddie groaned making direct eye contact with his uncle, pointing his finger accusingly.
he was so screwed.
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Sneak Peek
Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.
Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1644
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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions. 
Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.
You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise. 
You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.
You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.
“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.
The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.
“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise. 
You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.
You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.
“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile. 
“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.
“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.
Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.
“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.
“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.
“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.
“Don’t check them!” You blurted out
“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.
“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena. 
“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.
“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.
Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.
“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.
“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.
You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.
“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.
“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.
“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.
“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.
“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.
“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.
“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.
“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.
“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.
You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.
The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once. 
“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.
“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.
“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.
“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.
“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.
“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.
“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.
“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.
“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully. 
“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.
“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.
“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.
“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully. 
The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.
“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.
“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.
“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.
“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
“Is that so?” She asked.
You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.
“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse. 
“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.
“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.
“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.
“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.
“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.
“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.
“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.
“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.
“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.
“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.
Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.
“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.
You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.
“Just get it over with,” you whined.
Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.
“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.
“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.
“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.
“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.
“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.
You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.
“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.
“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.
“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.
“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.
“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.
“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment. 
“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.
“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.
“I am not a brat,” you insisted.
“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.
You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.
That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.
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nhasablogg · 9 months
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Fade into view
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Steve/Eddie
Summary: Steve tries to confess to Eddie that he likes being tickled.
Words: 900
It was almost poetic, the way the sun spilled into the room that July afternoon and lit Steve up where he sat on Eddie’s bed, nearly like a spotlight. He truly did feel exposed, trying to figure out what to do with his hands, where to rest his gaze. Eddie wasn’t the worst audience - in fact he sat there patiently, kindness in his very bones - but despite how many times Steve had rehearsed this speech he still found the words stumbling over his tongue and refusing to come out right.
“I just-” He paused, swallowed, restarted. “Maybe you’ve noticed that, uh-” Inhaled, restarted. “You know this thing you do.” His only full sentence made almost no sense.
“Thing?” Eddie, bless him, did his very best to not smile, although his struggle was very visible to Steve who would love to put his attention anywhere but on his confession.
“You know.” There were many things Eddie did, Harrington. “How you- torment me?”
“With tickles?” It wasn’t necessarily a miracle that Eddie could figure it out just from that, since Steve always said he liked tormenting him after he’d reduced him to an incoherent mess. “Sure.”
“It, uh-” Made him so fucking happy he was putting himself through the torture of saying it aloud just so Eddie never took his protests seriously enough and stopped doing it? He couldn’t say that. No way.
“It what?” Eddie tilted his head at him now, curiosity laced in the way he batted his eyelashes, in the way he raised his eyebrows. “Am I doing it too much?”
“No, no.” Truth was he probably was, but Steve, being an addict, needed it even more. “I- is it hot in here or is it just me?”
Eddie reached out and grabbed the hem of Steve’s shirt, fingertips nudging his neck and making him recoil ever so slightly, but all Eddie did was pull at it. “Maybe go for a tank top. I can lend you one.”
“It’s okay,” Steve said, because he knew that if he allowed Eddie to get up and walk away he would never try to speak of this again. “I, uh. Well. You know. How you torment me?”
“Yes, we’ve established that I’m terrible for tickling you,” he said with a laugh. “I can stop.”
“No.” The word had left his mouth much too quickly for Steve to register it was even forming on his tongue.
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“Uhm.” What the fuck was he supposed to say now? “I just-”
“Do you like it or somethin’?”
Steve’s heart skipped a beat and he looked away. He could lie. He could say no. Say he simply enjoyed the intimacy of it all. Say he enjoyed laughing. But while all of it was true it missed the key part of it all: that he liked it, period. Liked the whole experience of it.
“I do.”
He wasn’t sure what he expected Eddie to do. To ask questions, to get up and leave, to call him gross. All he knew was that he didn’t expect him to let out a low laugh, reach out to gently squeeze his knee and say, “I know, I’m just messing with you.” But he did do exactly that.
“What.” Steve’s word was barely a question at this point. “You mean to tell me I’ve been sitting here trying to confess like a moron and you already knew?”
“You make me sound mean when you put it that way.” Eddie shrugged. “But yes. Of course I knew. Why do you think I keep doing it?”
“God, I hate you so much.”
“Awe, but you were just confiding in me. Of course you don’t hate me.”
“Stop grinning at me.”
“I can’t help it when you’re so endearing.” Eddie tried to pinch Steve’s cheek, but he slapped his hand away. “You don’t want me to touch you? You don’t want me to tickle your belly to pieces right this second?”
“Shut up.”
“Pin you down and make you say out loud how much you like it?”
“Oh my god, you wouldn’t.”
“Watch you blush and stutter.”
“Eddie, I swear to god.”
Eddie softened, reaching out to run his hand over Steve’s hair. “I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. And thank you for telling me. You know I’m just messing with you.”
“You love teasing me,” Steve mumbled, leaning into the touch. “So mean.”
“I enjoy flustering you, I do admit.” He moved his hand down, cupping Steve’s cheek. “And I won’t tickle you until you ask me to.”
“Oh my god, you are mean.”
“I would call it considerate.” Eddie trailed his hand down further, fingertip moving from his throat to his chest to his ribs to his belly. “Just say when.”
Of course Steve said when, quietly, awkwardly, breathlessly, and Eddie had him pinned immediately, fingers curling over his skin and not stopping. Steve started begging for mercy out of habit, but he knew he would die if Eddie stopped now. Luckily for him Eddie must’ve realized it, for he merely used his other hand to squeeze at his thigh, over and over and over until Steve nearly bucked him off the bed. “Fuck!” he cried, and Eddie laughed as well, purring out a “Yeah?” which had Steve blushing to his roots.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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august-anon · 11 months
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Steddie + 💖 for the ask meme?
💖 -Giggle
Well, Stevie?
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Steve gasped, almost dropping his beer as he felt two fingers poke his sides, wiggling in just below his ribcage. He stepped forward, jolting away from the fingers with an arched back, and was met with a loud bark of laughter from Eddie.
“Damn,” he said, stepping back into line with Steve and resting an arm around his shoulders, “I didn’t know King Steve was so ticklish.”
Steve scoffed. “I’m not. You just startled me.”
“Oh, please,” Dustin said, letting out a laugh. “He’s stupid ticklish!”
Steve didn’t even have to turn his head to see Eddie’s shark-like grin. He could feel it directed at the side of his face, along with quiet puffs of breath that smelled like beer and cigarettes and faintly of weed. Not the best smell, but there was something so very Eddie about it that he’d come to like it.
“Well, Stevie?” 
Steve scoffed. “The kid’s full of shit,” he said. “And he’s gonna regret saying a damn thing in about five seconds.”
Dustin yelped and scrambled into the pool, accidentally dunking both Max and Lucas in the process. Steve smirked as they began hunting Dustin, figuring they could handle his revenge for him. Unfortunately, though, Dustin wasn’t the only one with knowledge of Steve’s weaknesses.
“Oh, please,” Nancy said from where she and Robin had commandeered Steve’s deck chairs. “Try his neck.”
“Ooh, or his ribs,” Robin added. “Or thighs, or–”
“We get it, Robin!”
The arm around Steve’s shoulders flexed slightly, and Steve tensed. “Getting a bit defensive there for someone who’s not ticklish, Steve.”
Slowly, Steve reached out to set his beer on a nearby table. “If I admit it, will you let me go?”
Eddie laughed. “I think you kinda just did, but sure.”
“Fine. I might be – slightly – ticklish.”
Eddie hummed, and Steve heard another beer clink down against the table next to his. And then an electric tingle bloomed on the sides of Steve’s neck, Eddie’s calloused fingers dancing against the sensitive skin. Steve tried to stumble away, clapping a hand over his mouth to contain any embarrassing sounds, but Eddie followed him easily.
“Eddie!”
“You really thought you could hide this shit from me?” Eddie laughed and wrapped another arm around Steve, this time around his waist, wiggling his fingers lightly against Steve’s side. The other still spidered around his neck and ears. “I never did say when I’d let you go, did I?”
Steve buckled toward Eddie’s hand, giggling into his own, trying to pry Eddie’s hands off. The two of them stumbled around the deck as he tried to escape, the kids and Robin laughing, Nancy giving a smug grin. Steve regretted taking off his shirt now, despite the sweltering summer sun, because it now meant that Eddie had clear access to far too many sensitive spots.
At least, up until their stumbling led them directly to the edge of the pool, and the two of them crashed into the water in a tangle of limbs. Steve broke the surface first, gasping for air and slicking his hair back from his face, wrinkling his nose at the slimy feeling of his hair product congealed and wet between his fingers. Eddie popped up out of the water next, his curls drenched and flat and his little homemade Metallica crop top absolutely plastered to his body from being soaked through. Despite having just swallowed several gulps of pool water during his surprise dip, Steve found his mouth suddenly very dry.
Eddie shook his head, sending water everywhere, and laughed. “Well, that’s one method of escape. Think you rolled a little low on your dexterity there, Harrington.”
Steve, his brain still booting back up, took the only course of action that came to mind. He lunged for Eddie, making a grab for him. “Yeah? Well you better hope you roll higher, Munson, whatever that means. Because you’re next.”
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delightfulfics · 4 months
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Swear Jar (Reader x Steve x Tony)
A/N: SUPRISE! hello everybody! i have been gone way too long! i just started college so I have not had time but tonight I was feeling motivated to finish this fic that has been in my drafts since forever! this fic was inspired by “the douche jar” in one of my favorite television series, new girl. if none of you have not seen it I would recommend it since it is hilarious and super addictive comedy to binge watch.
warnings: swearing/curse words
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“Oh shit!”
“Y/N!”
Your head shot up from the place in your book and faced the voice in which was Tony’s.
“What?”
“Jar. Now.”
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes and reached into the pocket of your jeans. Pulling out a dollar, you got out of your chair and walked over sluggishly to where the jar was, dropping the dollar and pushing it in with the others.
“You would not have to do that kid if you just watched that mouth of yours. You are lucky it was me and not Steve that heard that.”
This was so fucking stupid. You hated that stupid jar. Over the years both Steve and Tony had been on your ass about your cussing but last week Tony had came up with an idea on how to bring down your habit of swearing by making the “Swear Jar”. Anytime anyone in the compound (whether that be Thor, Steve, Tony, Peter and so on) hears you swear you are forced to put a dollar in the jar. Sometimes when you don’t Jarvis always ends up snitching on you and you are forced to put twice the amount you are expected to put in (thanks to Tony).
“You both are sooo god damn old,” you say under your breath and head towards the door.
“Excuse me?”
You stop a few feet away the door and turn towards Tony with his arms crossed, “I mean, I don’t even understand why this stupid jar is even a thing.”
“You should not be swearing as much as you do, Y/N,” a figure states and you don’t even have to turn around to know it is Steve.
You sigh, roll your eyes and make no move to turn towards Steve. “Why do you guys care so much?”
“It is not healthy how much you swear.”
You turn towards Steve with a cold glare in your eye, “It is the way I cope with all the stress that going on. It’s like a relief. I mean can’t I just let off steam?”
“No,” they both say in union.
“I hope you know, Y/N, that there are many other ways to blow off steam besides having that sailor mouth fly.”
“Well, trust me, I have tried,” you turn your back around towards Tony and gritted your teeth, “but, nothing ever works.”
“I’m sure you can find something, kid.”
Ignoring the comment you huffed and chuckled to yourself, “I hope both of you gentlemen know that this stupid jar is not gonna do anything.”
It has been a month of using the jar and now that Steve thought about it you haven’t been really making any progress.
“You know they are right, Cap.”
“Yeah I know, Tony,” Steve sighed heavily and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, thinking.
“You both should just give up at this point.”
“Who says we are giving up? We might have an idea on how to get you to stop.”
Steve froze, removed his hand from his face and started chuckling making you look at Tony in confusion, “Oh, I think I know exactly how.”
“Oh, really Capsicle? How so?”
“Tony. Grab them.”
“Grab th- wait-“ Tony didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arms around you tightly, securing your arms to your sides with your feet hanging just above the ground. “What are you doing?!”
“Oh, you’ll see,” Tony whispered in your ear.
Steve stalks towards you and stands right in front of you with his arms crossed and smiles sweetly at you.
“What?!” you yell at him, your nerves getting the best of you.
Steve looks at Tony, “Give them to me, Tony.”
“Wait-“ you say, and squeal as Tony tosses you to Steve. He grabs you and starts to carry you bride style, walking over to the couch. “What the hell is going on!” Steve sits down on the couch with you still in his arms and glances at you.
“Hey, Tony?”
“Cap?”
“Count how much money is in the swear jar please,” he says look directly at you as he asks the question.
You don’t put up a fight because you had the feeling if you were, it would result in even more trouble for you.
“It’s about 10 dollars Cap,” he says smiling.
Why was he smiling? Your heart started to pick up, nervous on what their plan was.
“So, should I do one minute or ten minutes?” Steve asks.
“Start off with one.”
“What are you guys talking about?! You’re scaring me!” you look at Steve with confusion in your eyes, pleading him to tell you what’s going on.
“Well,” he says as he grabs your hands, “remember when you were younger?” he starts to slowly raise your arms above your head and tighten his hold on you.
Your eyes widen as you realize what he was about to do. You immediately start to squirm. “Oh hell no!”
“Make that two,” Tony adds.
Steve smiles at your squirming figure, “Sweetheart,” he leans close to your ear, “You’re not going anywhere,” he starts to wiggle his fingers slowly into your armpits.
You start to giggle and move your head towards your armpit, blocking it from his devilish fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve tsks, and shoves his head into the other side of your neck, rubbing his stubble into your neck.
“NO!” you start to cackle, remembering that this was what he would do to you as a kid all the time. Every-time you misbehaved he would pick you up and rub his beard into your neck, knowing that it could easy reduce you into giggles. “Steve, stop!”
He laughs at your shrieks, making it even more ticklish with the vibrations. He lifts up his head and stops tickling your armpits but still keeps your arms pinned. “How much time we got left?”
“A minute and a half,” Tony says teasingly and looks directly at you and you glare back at him.
“Perfect!” He moves his hand right above your stomach, slowly curling it, watching you as your eyes widen in panic.
“Steve!” He smiles at you and starts to wiggle his fingers, lowering his hand towards your most ticklish spot.
“I can’t control it, Y/N. I have been taken over!” He dramatically states and darts his hand on your stomach, making you yell but you don’t feel him move his hand. You look at him in confusion. He smiles wide and stares at you in silence.
“Stev-“ he finally attacks, using his hand to claw into the middle of your stomach, vibrating his hand making you throw your head back and scream-laugh.
“Wow. I’ve never seen the kid scream like that! That’s new!”
“SHUT UP!” you yell at Tony.
Steve gasps, “How dare you?!”
Tony walks over to you still cackling with laughter as Steve scribbles his hand all over your stomach and your sides. He stands over you and puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch, Y/N, that stings”
“Wanna join, Tony?” Steve looks at Tony and smirks.
“See, I wasn’t going to but not that you insulted me like that now, I have to!” He throws his hands up dramatically and huffs.
You feel Steve let go off your arms and stops tickling you. You let out a deep breath but soon you feel Tony grab you and throw you over his shoulder.
“Where are you most ticklish?” Tony asks and looks at you upside down.
“I’m not saying shit!” you yell.
Tony sighs, “Well I guess i’m gonna have to figure it out!” he then starts to claw his hand into your stomach, scrubbing his fingers all over, making you squeal and try to squirm but it’s impossible especially with you on his shoulder. “Why are you laughing so much?!” You cackle as he starts to squeeze your sides fast and quickly, making your body jolt with each squeeze.
“TONY!”
He smiles at you, “Yes, booger?”
“PLEASEEE!” you giggle, feeling his hands start to claw into your stomach like Steve had done minutes ago.
“Please what?”
“PLEASE STOP!”
Steve stands in front of you two, smiling down at your giggling figure, “Are you sorry?”
“YES! IM SORRY!”
“Hmm,” Tony starts to slow down the tickling, lightly poking your sides and stomach making you squeal and giggle, “I don’t know Steve if she learned their lesson.”
“I know something that will make her think twice before swearing again,” he smirks at you. Tony paused tickling you and took him off your shoulder and handing you back to Steve. He carried you bride-style again and looked at you smiling, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head again but slowly lifting your shirt with the other.
“No! No! No!” you start to squirm violently in his arms, “Please!”
Steve lifts your top up and starts to lower his head to your stomach, his breath making you giggle slightly, “Let me think about that… how about no!” He then blows a massive raspberry on your stomach, shaking his head to ensure you feel his stubble.
You scream very loud and laugh very hard, throwing your head back with tears in your eyes. “STEVE!” You start to hiccup as you feel him give you another raspberry, nibbling your skin lightly and rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin.
He hears that you start to hiccup so he stop as you soon start to have silent laughter. “Okay, okay,” he releases your arms and lifts you up into a sitting position on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you close. He looks at you, “Are you okay?”
You nod your head, still giggling from the attack. Tony sits back you and smiles at you, putting your hair behind your ear, “You sure you’re okay, kid?”
“Yeah i’m okay,” you smile at them. “I’m sorry for swearing, I’ll try to tone it down I guess.”
You squeak as you feel a poke to your side and look at Tony, smiling at you and pointing at you accusingly, “You better,” he gets up and leaves you and Steve alone.
“I’m glad that I could see that smile and laugh of yours,” you blush at Steve’s comment.
“Me too,” you look at him and smile.
“You promise to not swear as much right?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised with his pinky out. A pinky promise. You smiled at the previous memory of you and Steve making pinky promises to each other. Like when he would leave for missions, you would make me do a pinky promise to come back home.
You look at him and hook your pinky’s together, “I promise, Steve,” you smile at him.
“Good, because I will not hesitate to do that again,” he playfully threatens you.
“I know, old man,” you giggle.
You feel the air get tense as soon as you called him that. You turned towards him and saw a shine in his eyes which was never good.
“What did you just call me?”
“Uh oh,” you say and get up quickly, running away from him.
You knew that he would get you back but you didn’t care. After all, you loved to push his buttons even if it meant that he would be chasing you around the compound for a while. You have never been happier and you wouldn’t change a single thing.
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The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider
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As you can read above, I've got a prompt. I took the liberation to alter it since I'm not comfortable writing "reader insert" fics, so here you go with some Bucky, Steve and Peter being dorks and bonding over snow I guess?
Summary: It takes some level of boldness to attempt a snowball assassination of Captain America and the former Winter Solider, but someone has to be the one to throw the first snowball and step onto the thin line that divides braveness from recklessness.
(Or, how Peter thought it would be fun to annoy two super soldiers)
"On your left!"
"You've got to be kidding me."
Bucky grimaces at Steve's voice penetrating his ear, breaking the peaceful silence. He blinks a straying snowflake out of his eye before glaring at the back of Steve's head. When did the punk catch up to him? He doesn't try to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at his friend speeding up to jog a few meters ahead, shoulders shaking in poorly hidden laughter. Bucky should have shoved Steve out of the cold and locked the door like Sam suggested when the other asked if he wanted to join him on the running track. The snow-covered running track, he might add. Bucky effortlessly catches up to Steve and shoves him, snickering as it causes the other to stumble, clearly unprepared for getting hit in the side by solid vibranium. Steve huffs, quickly collecting himself before starting to level up from his jog to straight-up running, passing Bucky but not without pushing him in retaliation.
Yes, they are very mature for their age.
"I liked you better before the serum. You've become a show-off, Steve!" shouts Bucky after him before he starts falling into a faster pace. 
"Someone's gotta keep you in check, Buck," answers Steve, and Bucky frowns at the smug grin the blond's carrying. It is just like back then, Steve acting like a little prick. Not that he wasn't happy he could actually go for a run with his friend without the anxiety of an upcoming asthma attack sitting in the back of his mind. Steve just got a little too overconfident for Bucky's taste. 
"Like the little punk he is," mumbles the man as he watches Steve running, probably sporting a grin like usual when he gets to pass Bucky. He played with the thought of running up and shoving the man into the piles of snow lying next to the running track. He decides against it. Being friends with the man for years, Bucky figures it would end up in petty revenge plotting, and he didn't want to spend much more time in the snow than he needed to.
"You're not sleeping, are you, Bucky?" teases Steve, still running in front of him. They are reaching the end of the track when Bucky feels the overwhelming need to throw a snowball at his friend's head. Bucky bends down mid-run and collects a handful of white fluff from the ground, skillfully forming a dense ball. He was acting childish, but damn it, his toes felt like they froze off. Steve deserves at least that for dragging him outside at six in the morning at 24,8 Fahrenheit. Just because he was frozen once doesn't mean he enjoys staying out in the middle of winter in the daytime when the sun decides to grace the horizon. The man straightens up, hand drawn back and ready to smack his little work of art against Steve's back of the head when someone beats him to it. 
The ex-assassin's eyebrows shot upwards as he only caught the movement from the corner of his eyes. Before he could call for Steve to watch out, the snow projectile already hit its goal, the force great enough to let the ball crumple into pieces. Bucky grimaces in sympathy as a fair share of snow runs down the blond's neck and into his sweater, probably completing its mission to soak the backside of his shirt with icy water and causing it to stick against his skin in the most annoying way possible. 
A thick silence settles onto the running track as Steve's hand slowly reaches upward to get the snow out of his hair and off his skin. Blue eyes cold as ice pin Bucky in place. Bucky finds himself backing away slightly.
"So that's how you like to play, sore loser," says Steve, but the glint in his eyes betrays the soft tone of his voice. Bucky let out a short cough. Not because he was trying to buy some time and avoid answering Steve. 
It's not like he was intimidated by that punk or anything. 
Bucky inconspicuously glances towards the compound, measuring the distance between himself and the entrance. He drags his eyes back to the blond.
"Steve, I swear that wasn't me."
Steve gives him a pointed look.
"And what's that?" the other asks, nodding towards him. Bucky looks down and draws his eyebrows together as he catches sight of his hand still holding onto the snowball. 
Well, that certainly looks misleading.
"I know how this could come off as, but-"
"Good, we are on the same page then, Buck." interrupts Steve.
Bucky swallows as the blond starts pulling his sleeves up and going as far as to crack his knuckles. Oh, that dreaded smile. That smile tells you Steve Rogers wouldn't let go of this. Why did he have to befriend this punk again? If anyone asks, Bucky denies having taken a step back. He tries again to reason with his friend, squinting his eyes as Steve bends down to grab a fistful of snow.
"Steve, I didn't throw that thing."
"And I'm not about to push you face-first into the snow."
Bucky let out a frustrated groan. Steve was already closing the gap between them, and he wasn't close to taking a listen to his reasoning. It leaves Bucky questioning, where did that snowball even come from?  
Bucky was too old to wrestle in the snow. Literally. Why did this kind of thing have to happen to him? The man holds his hands up in defense, ready to go and push the other off if he needs to, when another snowball flies at the pair of super-soldiers.
This time, it hits Bucky.
Right in the face.
The explosion of ice transforms into cold wetness trickling down his jaw, chin, and neck before sickering into the fabric of his training shirt as the snow melts instantly on his slightly above-human-average heated skin. 
Without a word, he slowly reaches upwards and wipes the snow that has begun to melt out of his eyes. His face turns into a deep scowl as Steve's hearty laughter carries over to him.
"Stop laughing. I swear, I shove this in your face, Steve!"
Bucky narrows his eyes at the blond, still holding onto the snowball and contemplating throwing it in the blond's face but deciding against it. Before that, he has to figure out who would dare to throw a snowball at him. Bucky had to give the silent shooter credit. It took him a few moments to spot him. If it weren't for the slight color difference of the light gray accent on the guy's shoes, he wouldn't have spotted him in his thoroughly white outfit, blending in quite well into a blanket of snow. Successfully creeping up and keeping out of sight from not one but two trained super-soldiers was not an easy feat. Steve is busy chuckling when Bucky slowly puts a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Steve raises an eyebrow, and Bucky slowly turns his head, jerking it towards their silent visitor. His friend catches on quickly, and Bucky can tell by the minimal widening of Steve's eyes that the latter has spotted the hidden shooter. The two soldiers held a wordless exchange of glances and came to a silent agreement before Steve let the snow fall from his hands.
"Let's go back inside. It's too cold if we're only standing around."
"Sure. Wouldn't want you to turn into Stevie the Snowman."
Steve rolls his eyes before walking up to Bucky, sending him a silent nod. 
They start walking, pretending to end their little workout, and leave the running track. Steve's eyes hang on the lump of "snow" lying next to the track as they approach from the side. When the two reached the same high as the uninvited visitor, Bucky's left foot took a side step, shifting as he twisted his hip, repositioning his body weight. In a split second, his metal arm shoots forward, throwing the snowball with all his might at the person lying in the snow. The two men watch with more fascination than surprise how the well-camouflaged figure rolls to the side with a shriek, snow-projectile hitting and leaving a rather impressive hole in the snow pile where the person's head had been a moment before. The previously silent attacker is quick on his feet. His move to the side brought a small distance between him and the soldiers before coming to a halt in an uncannily familiar crouching pose. The person who had successfully kept their identity hidden until now slowly raises their head. Steve's lips twitch upwards on instinct while Bucky narrows his eyes at the sight of brown curls hanging over equally brown eyes that sparkle in a mix of unmistakable mischief and amusement. 
"Hey, Steve. Hi Bucky."
Peter has the nerve to give a small cheeky wave in their direction, still crouching and looking not an ounce apologetic. The two adults watch, with slight confusion, how the teen's positive expression changes into a frown, leaving the two adults confused about what could have caused the sudden change in Peter's mood. Bucky watches him slowly straighten from his position on the ground. He wants to roll his eyes as he feels Steve twitching next to him, the worry-wart. He can sense Steve's need to ask the kid what was wrong. Peter surprises them by drawing closer to them, towards Bucky, to be more specific, a frown still present on his young face. Before Bucky can react, Peter stands on his tip-toes and reaches his hand out to carefully peel a crumble of snow out of a stray set of Bucky's dark hair. Brown eyes narrow at the sight of the snow in his hands before they settle on Bucky. The teen tilts his head to the side, almost as if he were confused if it weren't for the minuscule twitch of his lips, giving his poorly hidden amusement away.
"Sorry, you've got some snow there. Steve got you good, huh?"
Bucky's fists clenched at the sound of suppressed laughter from the blond to his right. He elbows Steve in the side before he glances back, only to meet the face of a mischievously grinning Peter Parker. He swears that kid is full of shit. But Bucky will be the last to laugh today after he shoves that kid in the nearest snow pile. He feels a grin tugging on his lips at the panic taking over the teen's features as he strides forward, right into Peter's personal space, ready to grab him.
 
His plan doesn't work as the teen, in one swift movement, manages to dive under the incoming metal arm that took a swing at him. With ease, the vigilante emerges behind the older man, a winning grin painting his features. But the euphoria of escaping a pissed-off Bucky Barnes lasts only a moment. Bucky grins as the teen lets out a shout of surprise at the pair of very fleshy and muscled arms, almost tackling him to the ground. 
The ex-assassin turns around, a taunt for the Spider sitting on his lips, but the words couldn't leave his mouth quick enough before the kid began moving again. Steve didn't know what was coming for him, as from one moment to the next, the Spider-Teen vanished from his vision by jumping up. Peter skillfully escapes the bear hug about to send him to the ground by leaping and pulling his feet up to his chest mid-jump, feet hovering over Steve's head for a moment. Steve grunted in surprise as a foot set down on his shoulder, and he could only glance up, catching a smug grin that the teen had to have learned from none other than Stark himself. Bucky could only watch how his best friend gets abused as the kid's personified springboard, Peter setting a foot down on Steve's shoulder and pushing himself forward to perform a neat somersault over the blond's head. The sheer force of the jump is enough to send Steve tumbling. While Steve takes a dive face-first into the snow, the teen lands with practiced ease on the balls of his feet, a self-satisfied grin on his face.
That little shit. 
Peter's smug expression switches into shock-widened eyes and a surprised squeak getting pushed out of the teen as a metal arm slings around the back of his knees before a shoulder crashes into him. Gloved hands flail around before finding hold of the thick textile of Bucky's jacket as Peter tries to push himself off where he got thrown over the man's shoulder. A laugh escapes the teen, the latter involuntarily rendered in watching the world from upside down. Bucky unconsciously grins at the sound before he lets go of Peter's legs. He grabs the teen's jacket with both hands, ready to haul him into the snow. His hands are firmly on the teen's waist, pulling with strength, but, for some unexplainable reason, Bucky couldn't lift the boy. The body on his shoulder wouldn't move an inch, only shifting slightly along with the movement of his jacket. A short moment passes before Bucky tilts his head to get a look at Peter's face, eyes squinting with accusation. 
"Are you sticking to me?"
The disgust in Bucky's voice sends Peter into a laughing fit, not having expected the sheer horror in the man's voice. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence from how much he was cackling while hanging over Bucky's shoulder, the latter still glaring at him. It wasn't easy to get a genuine reaction out of Bucky, the ex-assassin carrying a neutral expression most of the time if he wasn't scowling at someone or showing a smirk. The surprised tone of the super-soldier's voice, mixed with a spark of horror and disgust, had caught Peter off guard.
Bucky and Sam always reacted rather strongly at the display of Peter's most spider-like trait. Solely for that reason, he used his ability more than once just out of spite to annoy them. Their reactions are hilarious, and although they tell him to keep the "freakiness down a notch" while putting a hand over their chest in Sam's case and accusing him of trying to give them a heart attack, Peter finds himself not minding the teasing. As the youngest of the group, he often has to live with the jokes thrown his way. If sticking to the ceiling at three a.m. is a way to hand back some of their medicine, Peter gladly let go of the chance to get some sleep. The teen made it his challenge to get the two men used to his abilities, and if that meant he had to freak them out until they grew used to him sticking to stuff, then that's what he calls a win-win on his side. 
"You, Peter Parker, aren't as innocent as you pretend to be." 
That's what Mr. Stark had told him with an amused tug of his lips as he had to call someone to repair the hole in the living room, a keepsake from Peter's last little prank on Bucky. 
Peter is still hanging over Bucky's shoulder, clinging to him with his hands efficiently sticking against the man's clothes. The latter can feel the teen shaking from laughter and shakes his head at the teen's antics with a little grin. "I'll get you off. Just wait, Parker," threatens the man playfully as he gives the body on his shoulder another experimental tuck. As expected, Peter wouldn't budge an inch, shaking his head at Bucky's words. Bucky rolls his eyes, having caught a glance at the large grin plastered over the teen's face. The kid was enjoying this way too much.
"Steve, get your frosty butt up. I need a little help here."
As soon as the words leave his lips, Bucky can feel the body on his shoulder stiffen. The man quickly fastens his grip on the teen. And he did so not too late because just a moment later, the struggle began. Bucky laughs. "What? Now, you don't want to stick close?"
He smirks as he hears Peter groan at his bad joke, the movement halting for a moment before it picks up again. Peter is pushing his hands against Bucky's back, trying to lift himself off. His movement grew more erratic, and Bucky raised an eyebrow. One glance at Steve gives Bucky an idea of why Peter's effort to escape is increasing tenfold. Steve frowns at the pair as he runs a hand through his short golden hair, wiping ice water and snow off. The blond had managed to climb out of the snow but gave off a comedic picture. Captain America covered from top to bottom in white, an unamused expression on his face. 
"Do you want to go first, or should I?" asks Bucky Steve, his grin widening as he feels the kid's fingers curl into his jacket, holding on for dear life and probably fearing Steve's revenge. Knowing Steve, the latter would, despite getting kicked into the snow and laughed at, go soft on the teen but said teenager didn't know about that. Steve playfully scowls at Peter, hands on his hips and giving him the disappointed-Captain-America-PSA-look that the kid had probably seen too often during school. 
"Hand the Spider over, Buck."
To the untrained eye, Steve looks convincingly pissed off, but Bucky could see past the stern facade. Steve is successfully messing with the kid. Said kid is easily fooled and starts pleading, nervousness dripping from every word, and Bucky notes with amusement that the hold on his jacket grows even tighter. The teen wasn't even realizing that clinging to Bucky wouldn't help him in any way. 
"Steve? Come on, that was not that bad, right? You were frozen before. Stuck in a bit of snow is nothing new to you."
Steve wears an incredulous look on his face as he raises an eyebrow at Peter's words. He glances at Bucky, silently asking the man if he misheard or if Peter just added fuel to the fire. Bucky shrugs his shoulders. Peter seemed to realize that his nervous stumbling over words wasn't helping him out of this mess. Bucky has to put some strength into his hold on the teen, throwing Steve an amused grin at the teen wriggling like a worm. 
"Whatever you're thinking of, please don't do it. Steve, I'm serious. Steve, no. Stop right there! Don't come closer!"
Despite his words and the evident panic in his voice, some nervous giggles are slipping between the teen's words. Bucky shakes his head at Steve, the latter wearing a stupidly wide grin as he draws closer, clearly amused by Peter's panicked rambling. 
"Stay away, Steve!" shouts Peter as the blond reaches out for the squirming teen, ready to fling him into the snow. It's a good thing they are at the compound, far from the eye of the public, because the scene unfolding on the Avenger's training grounds would have drawn various headlines in the news. It was quite a sight, the former Winter Soldier holding an unknown teenage boy captive while Captain America tries prying said teen off of his shoulder. 
"You're one sticky punk, aren't you?"
"Language, Bucky."
There is no real bite in Steve's voice, the blond too busy trying to avoid getting hit by a lanky arm that flails around while Peter tries to hold onto Bucky and simultaneously tries to push Steve away. Peter keeps shouting at Steve to leave him alone, threatening to stick to him if he gets too close, all the while laughing. His threats only last for so long before Peter lets out a yelp in surprise. His fingers let go of Bucky's jacket that was now lying on his lap, and he stared at it for a few moments, a puzzled look on his face. Peter slowly lifts his head, sitting on the snow-covered ground, dazed. His eyes fall onto Steve's and Bucky's faces. He swallows as the men smirk while looking down at him. In a blur of motion, Peter throws the jacket at its owner, successfully covering his head with it and earning a colorful curse. He uses the few seconds where Bucky is occupied with taking the jacket out of his face and tries dashing between the two men, choosing the fastest way back to the compound. 
The empathize is on trying. 
Steve stepped forward, grabbing the teen by the waist before Peter could run off. Peter let out a grunt as he was successfully tackled to the ground by a body twice his weight.
"Let's see how much you like playing in the snow."
Steve grins down at the teen pinned under him who, despite his earlier panic, throws back a challenging look at the super soldier. Steve raises an eyebrow, surprised at the smugness on the teen's face. It was typical for Spiderman to act confident, but he hasn't seen that look much in Peter Parker. It suits the kid. 
Steve's eyes widen in surprise as a small hand clamps around his wrists. With one powerful tug, their positions reverse, and the blond finds himself pressed into the ground, one arm pinned above his head. Peter leans over him with a wide grin on his face. Steve notices the teen's free hand has grabbed a good amount of snow, and it doesn't take a genius to guess what the kid was planning to do. The teen opens his mouth, probably to throw some witty remark at him, only to wipe his head to the side so fast it nearly causes Steve to flinch. He catches the widening of Peter's eyes.
"Don't!"
The command hits deaf ears, and before Steve knows what happens, he's not looking at a grinning Peter but at the cloudless sky above. He turns his head towards the noise on his right, and a grin spreads onto his face. Steve watches a ball of limps rolling a few meters with a chuckle. Bucky had successfully tackled Peter off of him, and he and the kid were now fighting for the upper hand. Steve grins at his best friend grumbling about hyperactive teens and Peter trying to shove the man off him, laughing at his complaints. He laughs as Peter lets out a shriek of protest when the older man starts to put snow into the opening of his jacket. 
"Stohohop, it's cold!"
"That's the point, punk."
Peter trashes under Bucky, who had made it to his challenge to shove as much snow as possible under the teen's clothes. Peter tries prying the icy fingers of his skin, laughing but shuddering at the coldness running through his body. Steve walks over, amused by his friend playing around like a kindergartener, watching the spectacle for a few minutes. In the beginning, Peter had been fiercely fighting back, but after some time, Steve noticed the teen growing tired. If it were anyone else, Steve wouldn't have wondered about giving up against the strength of a playful super-solider, but this was Peter. Spiderman doesn't grow tired this easily.
"Peter, are you alright?"
Steve's words cause Bucky to stop wrestling with the kid. He also had noticed the teen's movements become sluggish, but Peter hadn't earnestly told him to stop, and the older man hadn't put much thought into it. Now that he hovers over the teen, not holding him down anymore, he notices the complexion of the kid's face as unusually pale. Brown eyes glance up at them, a sheepish grin on the teen's face, and if Steve didn't know better, he would say the teen looks almost embarrassed.
"Too cold. Can't thermoregulate."
At Peter's words, Bucky turns his head at Steve, raising an eyebrow in silent question, hoping his friend knew what the teen was talking about. Steve wears a frown on his face, telling Bucky without words that his friend feels as much out of depth as he does with the short explanation. Peter must have caught their troubled expression as he tiredly tugged on Bucky's sleeve, gaining his attention.
"It's because of the spider DNA. I cannot regulate my temperature. My body struggles to create body heat like yours does. If it gets too cold-"
"Your body grows weak because it needs a certain temperature to function," finishes Steve Peter's sentence while looking down at the teen, the latter looking out of it but still nods at him with a small smile. Steve shakes his head at the teen, and Bucky doesn't feel like smiling at all, scowl deepening at the sight of a bluish hue on the boy's lips.
"Damn it, Peter, why didn't you say anything sooner?"
Before the teen could justify his lack of explanation, he finds himself bundled up in a jacket three sizes too big, the initials S.R. adorning the front. Not taking any risks of the teen being out in the cold for much longer, Bucky, despite the weak protests from Peter, throws the boy over his shoulder.
"Don't think we are letting you off the hook that easily," mutters the man under his breath as he carries the teen towards the compound. The automatic doors of the entrance already stand open when Bucky walks in. He kicks his running shoes off mid-step and hurries into the joint room. Despite his grumbling, the older man carefully puts Peter down on the couch. He straightens up, looking down on the freezing teen with a frown. Peter is cold, but the lack of shivering was a bit off-putting, giving little clue about what stage of hypothermia they are dealing with. 
The absence of shivering must have to do something with being unable to thermoregulate. Bucky had to ask Banner about that, not trusting the kid to give him all the information. 
"Friday, can you tell us Peter's body temperature?"
"Mr. Parker's body temperature currently lays around 94,64 °F. I recommend taking measurements to get the temperature up. It is beyond his average. A long-term drop in body temperature could cause health concerns, Mr. Rogers." 
"Thank you, Friday."
Steve turns towards Bucky, who controls the urge to roll his eyes at the kicked-puppy stare his friend is wearing. "He'll be fine, Steve. Go search for a blanket and make some tea or something. I'll take care of him."
Steve sends him a small smile. "Thanks, Buck."
Bucky shakes his head when his friend walks out of the room, not liking the guilty-ridden expression painted on the blond's face. Knowing Steve blames himself for not noticing something was up sooner was typical of the man. It made Bucky want to beat some sense into his best friend. He faces Peter again, the latter, at least looking relatively more aware of his surroundings thanks to Friday having raised the room temperature. He watches the teen fumble with the zipper of his jacket, a frown drawn on his youthful face as his fingers wouldn't work how he wanted them to. Peter stares at the metal hand popping up in his vision and pulls down the zipper he struggled skillfully. His jacket gets peeled off of him the next moment before a gruff voice causes him to lift his head. 
"Arms up, punk."
"Hmm?"
Brown eyes throw him a confused look, and although Bucky would have teased the teen for being not quick to take on, he swallows the comment. He had time to make fun of the kid after he got rid of the blue on his lips. 
"You need to put on dry clothes. If you get sick, Stark will throw a fit."
That coaxes a reaction out of the teen. 
"Not keen on Mr. Stark threatening to take your arm off?" asks Peter with a little smirk. 
Oh. Bucky grins. Seems like the teen isn't that out of it after all. He flicks Peter's forehead, earning a glare.
"I'll hear that every day. His threats don't work on me. Now, arms up."
Thankfully, Peter wore snow pants, which are relatively easy to pull off the teen. The thick sweatpants he wore under his outdoor clothes were dry, but Bucky couldn't say the same about the kid's socks and shirt. The gray shirt is soaked, sticking to Peter's skin all around. Thankfully, Steve wasn't here to see this, or Bucky would get an earful again. The soldier watches as Peter tugs at the front of his shirt, grimacing at the feeling of the wet fabric pulling off his skin, only to stick back when he lets it drop. 
Maybe he went a little overboard with the snow. With a sigh, he bends over and gets a hold of the end of the wet shirt. Peter made a noise of protest as Bucky pulled the undesirable article of clothing over his head, leaving him in nothing but his pants, but at least he was left with only dry clothes on his body. Bucky scans the room in search of the blankets he had seen other members of the compound use before the voice in the ceiling spoke to him again. 
"If I am allowed to interfere, Mr. Stark has arranged a range of special clothing for Mr. Parker in cases of a temperature drop."
"So Stark is aware of this problem of yours," says Bucky, glancing at the teen. Peter caught him looking and nodded.
"It wasn't fun when he found out. Mr. Stark caught on mid-February with winter almost over." The kid's expression is solemn as he talks. Bucky almost reaches out to ruffle his hair, amused by the seriousness with which Peter was telling him this as if it had been one of the worst days of his life and not his mentor being rightfully concerned. Instead, he gave a little shake of his head, a corner of his lips tugged upwards while walking over to a closet. He hears some shuffling behind him as he pulls out a set of blankets, almost throwing them at the kid in frustration as he sees the teen has stood up.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Peter sighs as he gets pushed back to sit on the couch with Bucky standing before him, sternly looking down on him. A person shouldn't be able to look as intimidating with an armful of baby blue blankets. 
"I was about to get the shirt Friday told you about."
"You will sit here and wait while I get that shirt. It's in your closet?"
Peter nods while pulling the blanket around his shoulders but not without rolling his eyes, letting out a small yelp as Bucky flicks a finger against his forehead. The teen glares up at him, but Bucky merely raises an eyebrow at him, a silent dare. Bucky gives him one last glance, checking that the teen is bundled up tightly and behaving, not wandering around on his own before he retreats. With Stark's AI speaking to him and giving directions, it is relatively easy to find the clothes despite the chaos in Peter's room.
"This looks pretty tight."
The man eyes the almost plain-looking textile in his hand. Bucky wasn't sure what he had expected, but knowing Stark, he thought whatever this was, it to be more eccentric as he took in the dark gray clothing. Maybe the billionaire held back on his desire for extravagance to accommodate the young vigilante's preference for simplicity. He had noticed that aside from throwing in some colors and graphic shirts, the teen likes to dress easy on the eye.
"It is, but it does a good job. Mr. Stark made several of these. They are great. Maybe you could ask him to make some for you and Steve too?"
Bucky refrains from telling the kid that he and Stark weren't on the level for him to ask the kid's mentor any favors, although the hopeful sparkle in the kid's eyes tells him that Peter thought about that matter differently. Shrugging his shoulders, he skilfully avoids giving him an answer. The man stretches the sleeves to form an opening and holds it out for Peter. 
Peter tilts his head to the side, his eyes wandering up to meet Buckys, giving him a look before settling back onto the clothing held out for him, confusion evident on his face. Feeling merciful, Bucky takes Peter's wrist. "You do have to put this on to work, you know?" teases the man while pulling the teen's hand through the sleeve, noticing with a smirk how a hue of pink spread over the teen's ears. Maybe he should start acting more like this if it's this easy to make the kid sputter around in embarrassment. Oh, he has to tell Sam about this. The kid tugs at his wrist, checks growing red as Bucky tries to pull his other hand through the second sleeve. When he was about to pull the shirt over Peter's head, the teen had enough. He pushes the hands away, sending a frown at the man.
"I can do this on my own!" 
Catching the smirk on Bucky's face, it dawns on the teen that the ex-assassin was doing this on purpose. Peter quickly realizes that protesting wouldn't work on the man. Bucky had the mission to embarrass him, but Peter wouldn't let that happen. He was Spiderman, for crying out loud. Peter was perfectly capable of dressing alone. Getting cold slowed the process down, he had to admit. But still, Peter's sixteen years old. 
He knows how to wear a shirt. Not planning to play along with Bucky, the now slightly frustrated teen leaned back into the couch and slid down to avoid the hands pulling further on the long sleeve. He uses the new-won distance to roll to the right, trying to make a run for it.
"Get back here, punk," scolds Bucky, but the playful twinkle in his eyes betrays the stern tone of his voice. 
"I won't let you mess with me."
It would have sounded more convincing if Peter wasn't kneeling at the end of the couch, both arms stuck into the shirt but glaring instead of pulling it over his head, wearily observing what the man a few feet away from him was planning to do. Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, amused.
"Doesn't look like you do a good job."
Peter squints at the words.
"If I pull this over my head, are you leaving me alone?"
Humoring the kid, Bucky acts thoughtful before grinning a shit-eating grin that Peter has seen too often. 
"Why should I do that? I've got to make sure you are wearing it correctly. I cannot trust you to keep yourself warm."
The teen deflates at the words, almost sounding petulant now.
"I would have told you and Steve! Sooner or later..."
When the man raises a single eyebrow, the teen huffs in frustration. But he is not making a move that shows he agrees to let Bucky help him. The tension hangs thickly over the room as the two hold a stare-off. Both are waiting for the other to make the first move, Bucky watching the teen with rapt eyes while Peter's muscles are bulging under his sweatpants, ready to jump over the couch at any second. Bucky was the first to move. Without looking, his arm shots to the side, grabbing a hold of a stray pillow and throwing it at the teen while rushing forward. Thanks to the room's raised temperature, Peter wasn't as sluggish as before but still nowhere near his usual speed. His spidey sense prevents him from being hit in the head, raising his arms along with the thermo-shirt around his wrists to block the flying pillow. Peter's brows draw together in confusion as his spider sense still acts up, even after keeping the pillow from colliding with his face. 
"Holy-"
The rest of his sentence gets lost in a high-pitched squeak as a metal arm wraps around his middle, tackling him successfully into the couch. Dark strands fall onto Bucky's face, the man grinning down at the teen who glares up from his position under him. It's a little insulting how easily he got him pinned on his back, straddling him by sitting on his tights and throwing him a winning grin that irks Peter just by looking at it.
"Get off," whines the teen and is about to push at Bucky's chest to shove him off, but the older of the two catches the shirt hanging between Peter's wrists and presses it down, forcing Peter's hands away. 
"You're not in the position to make claims, kid."
While forcing the teen into the shirt, Bucky grins, an occasional chuckle leaving his lips at the glares sent his way. By the end of the ordeal, Peter let his head fall back onto the couch in defeat, looking absolutely done with everything. His hair is a tousled mess of brown curls hanging in his eyes, the tips of his ears red again from embarrassment. The teen rolls his eyes at Bucky when the latter asks if he is still feeling cold with a mild dose of sarcasm. The man catches Peter's expression, poking him in the now finally covered stomach. "Don't get sassy, punk," he threatens with a grin promising no good. He is about to poke Peter a second time, for good measure, when his hand gets caught in a firm hold. Peter lifts his head, sending him a glare.
"Don't."
Bucky raises an eyebrow.
"What? You're ticklish?
When the teen doesn't answer immediately, Bucky pokes him again, this time in the side, eyes trained on Peter's face. Peter's jaw is clenching under the pressure of trying to keep his facial expressions under control, but the unmistakable nervousness creeping on his face is almost too easy to detect. Without batting an eye, Bucky frees his hand out of Peter's hold, ignoring the confusion written all over the teen's face as he places his hand over the teen's middle. He just let it hover there, a few inches over the teen's tummy and not moving, never taking his eyes off the teen's face. Peter glances from the hand up to Bucky's face and back to the hand, eyes widening as he sees a single finger twitch. He observes with the morbid curiosity of someone watching a horror movie how the rest of Bucky's hand stays motionless while one finger moves as if independent of the rest of the body. Peter wasn't sure if it was because of the prosthetic, but somehow Bucky managed to wiggle just one finger, then two, and then three, while the rest stayed static. Under other circumstances, he would be fascinated by this observation. In this instance, it merely serves to freak the hell out of Peter. All of the vibranium fingers are moving now in a manner that only indicates one specific outcome of what happens next, and he is not ready for it. 
When the hand starts to descend, he breaks. Before the wiggling finger could close the gap, Peter loses his will to pretend to be tough in front of Bucky. 
"Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm ticklish, alright? You can stop now. You don't have to prove anything!"
Bucky merely raises his eyebrows in amusement at the panicked words stumbling out of the teen's mouth, accompanied by a pair of hands gripping his wrist, hindering his hand from moving further down. 
"After your stunt from earlier, I'm not sure to believe you. Better check this out myself, just to be sure."
"You don't have to do tha-AHAHA! NOAHAHAH BUHUHUCKY!"
"I'm not convinced, Peter. Does this count as ticklish?"
A grin grows on Bucky's face as he watches the teen under him squirming like a worm on a hook. He had not even touched the teen before nervous giggles slipped out Peter. As soon as his fingers actually dug into the flesh of the kid's stomach, Peter's resolve had broken. He didn't try to hold his reaction back, fueling Bucky's curiosity to see what other noises he could coax out of the teen. His stomach has to be a rather good spot by the way Peter threw his head back as Bucky focused his wriggling fingers to dig into the sides of his tummy. Slender hands tried to catch his, but it was too easy to bat them out of the way to get back on skittering his fingertips over the smooth material of Peter's shirt. The shirt clung tightly against his lean body, making it very easy for the metal digits to glide over the middle of Peter's tummy, earning him little jumps whenever he traveled towards his belly button or his lowest rib. 
"Is that a bad spot?" The answer was obvious, but it was too fun to pass the opportunity to watch Peter struggling to answer. Bucky grins as he watches the teen trying to form a coherent sentence between his laughing fit.
"Yes, yes, yes, yehehehes! It's sohoho bahad, it's bahahahad Buhucky!"
"It's that bad?" asks Bucky, acting surprised as he sends ten fingers onto the small patch between the teen's waistline and belly button, feeling the muscle contracting under his fingertips as the teen tries to curl into himself with a shriek but is unable to. His hands get shoved off by flailing arms.
"It's that bad," confirms Peter with a glare, taking the chance to catch his breath while the super soldier had mercy on him.
"That's too bad. I like that spot," muses Bucky as he looks down on the said spot, catching the nervous look Peter throws him out of the corner of his eyes.
"Don't you dare," warns Peter, failing to sound intimidating while grabbing onto Bucky's wrists. 
"Oh, scary," mocks the man before letting himself fall forward. Peter lets out a panicked squeal and throws his hands up to catch the heavy body that's about to collapse on him. Bucky lessens his fall just in time with one arm probed against the back of the couch while using the chance to get a hold of the teen's arms with his free hand, wrestling them over Peter's head and pinning them there. Brown, wide-blown eyes stare up at him before Peter shakes himself out of puzzlement. 
"You tricked me!" 
"I thought you're smarter than that."
"And I thought you don't use dirty tricks."
"Seems like you've got some things to learn, punk. Now, where were we?" Bucky asks with a grin, challenging a Cheshire cat as he wriggles his fingers in Peter's face before focusing on the teen's stomach. 
"No, nohohoo, Bucky pleahesehe, anywhere but there!" begins the teen to plead, tugging at his captured wrists, lifting his head, and trying to see what the man was doing. Bucky grins.
"You want me to try a different spot? Sure."
"NO! Thatahat's not what I mea-AHAHAHAH STOHOP! YOu know thahahat's nhohot whahat I meant! You ahahre suhhuch ahahahan. Suhuch ahahan-NO! DOHOHON'T!"
Peter's legs hammer down on the couch behind Bucky's back. The ex-assassin worries for a short moment if the furniture would withstand the constant abuse of a spider-kid kicking his legs around uselessly. His focus is back on Peter when he hears a high-pitched squeal escape the teen before a wave of hysterical cackling fills the room. Bucky raises an eyebrow at the reaction, concluding that he found the second worst spot on the teen. His right hand hovers between Peter's armpit and highest rips, fingers digging into the place with vigor. 
"I'm almost convinced you told me the truth about being ticklish."
"Almohohohst? Whahahat do yohohu mean almost?"
Bucky stops tickling, eyes trained on the red-faced teen who tries catching his breath, body shaking when occasional after-giggle slips past his lips. 
"Just saying, when I do this," he pinches Peter's hipbones, earning a full-body jump and a cackle, "or this," Bucky claws his free hand between Peter's ribs and let his fingers skim over the space between the bones to send the teen back into a high-pitched giggle fit, "I would say you are ticklish."
"Are you kidding me?" asks Peter. He wears a bewildered expression. "I've told you from the beginning, I'm ticklish!"
"You could have been lying," retorts Bucky. 
"Are you seriously not believing me anymore because of earlier?" asks Peter. The man had another teasing remark already sitting on the tip of his tongue but halted as he caught something akin to hurt playing on the teen's face. Bucky feels thrown off. He knew he should do something, but looking at Peter's face and seeing the wounded expression, he caught himself out of depth for a second time that day. That's why he needs Steve. Steve is better at this kind of stuff. 
Peter is still looking at him, but as the man above him doesn't answer, the younger man's expression turns hard. Bucky's eyes widen as he gets shoved off, unable to withstand the power behind the thin arms that were now easily pulled out of his grasp. It seems that the spider-kid had his full powers back in play. Watching the kid silently collect his belongings, Bucky blinks slowly before getting a hold of himself. As Peter was about to walk out, he called after him.
"Peter, please wait!"
Whatever the teen heard in his voice, it had to be convincing enough for him to stop in his tracks and turn around to send him a questioning look, daring him to give a good explanation. 
"Can we sit down and talk about this?"
Bucky nods at the couch. There is a spark of hesitancy flickering on Peter's features, and the teen is about to open his mouth to answer when Steve walks into the room. Steve glances at his friend standing behind the couch. Something must have happened for Bucky, who looked troubled with his eyebrows pinched into a frown, and Peter, the latter holding his wet-dripping clothes in his arms, wearing an expression far from the cheerful smile Steve is used to seeing on his face. 
"I made you some tea, Peter. Would you like to sit down with us?"
Steve watches Peter throw a glance at Bucky, the latter having not moved from his position behind the couch before letting out a small sigh that Steve wasn't sure he was supposed to hear.
"Okay," mumbled Peter, sounding defeated, but walks back to the couch, leaving his wet clothes on the floor next to the couch table. 
Steve throws Bucky a questioning glance before putting the tray on the table and handing Peter a cup of tea. 
"I also found these," Steve said and pulled a bundle of fuzzy Captain America-themed socks out of his pants pocket, letting them drop on Peter's lap.
"Nice try, Steve, but I won't wear these around the tower. I like the lab privileges."
"Could have worked," says Steve and slaps his knee in faux disappointment to lighten up the mood. Peter's lip twitches at the reaction before he takes a small sip of his tea. "It's good. Thank you, Steve."
"I'm happy to hear that, Peter."
While Peter takes another gulp of his softly steaming mud, Steve subtly nods towards Peter, telling Bucky to fix whatever he has done. Bucky rolls his eyes but gingerly sets his cup of tea down and leans his forearms on his knees before addressing the teen sitting between them.
"Peter, I want to apologize. I was worried about you earlier, but I wouldn't stop believing you because of what happened, even if I were still upset about it. I meant to tease you a little, but I overdid it. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you believe I don't trust your words. I'm sorry." 
Bucky glances at Peter, who sits still, looking at the cup in his hands with a thoughtful look. "I guess I should have told you about this earlier," began the teen, cutting both soldiers off when they opened their mouths to protest. "I trust you to have my back. It's not like I believe you would use that information against me. We are a team, after all," Bucky watches Peter's thumb absentmindedly running along the edge of his cup, halting as the teen continues. "I guess I was too embarrassed to tell you."
"Embarrassed?" asks Steve, head tilted to the side in confusion. Peter nods before directing his eyes at him, a shy smile tugging on his lips.
"Isn't it kinda silly? I've got all these powers through the spider bite altering my DNA, but when it gets too cold, I become fatigued. Meanwhile, you are this strong, and the cold doesn't bother you two.
 
I know you can't compare the changes of the serum with my enhancements, but sometimes I think about it and, you know, feel kinda useless." 
Steve hums, fingers drumming against his leg as he thinks about Peter's words. Before he comes to voice his thoughts, a voice on his right beats him to it. Bucky's eyes are trained on the young vigilante sitting between them. 
"You will never be able to beat that flaw of your powers, but stressing about it will get you nowhere." Steve frowns at the harsh words, but when he glances at Peter, he finds him paying close attention to every one of Bucky's words. The latter puts his hand over Peter's knees, hovering there before putting it down, giving it a short squeeze. "Knowing your flaws is one of your biggest strengths. Just keep that in mind." 
Peter sends the man a soft smile. 
"Thanks, Bucky."
Bucky glances at him from the side, the corner of his lip tugged upwards. 
"Don't mention it, punk."
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fluffandgiggles · 6 months
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1 • T R A P / tickletober 2023
Pairing: Bucky x gen!reader (established relationship) + Steve & gen!reader (best friends)
Type: quick fanfic (1K)
A/N: inspired by a TikTok trend / real wrestling move - this is a sfw tickle fic 😉
Prompt-list: miya&mia’s tickletober 2023
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Sunday morning - training center at the compound, too early for most of the avenging inhabitants… except two:
„If you’re lucky, and remember the steps…“
„Steeeheve! Stop it!“
„…you’ll be prepared for any wrestling match.“
„Let me gohooo! Ehehey!“
„Okay, okay“, only after you squeaked close and high-pitch into his ear, Captain America, your best friend and trainings-partner, let go of your wrists.
„Those moves? You’ll be ten steps ahead of our beloved ex-winter soldier or any other super soldier.“
„Lihike you?“
„Only if you catch me off guard - remember, I taught you this trick.“, with another poke into your side he jumped onto his own feet. Offering you his hand and help, you got into a standing position. Your cheeks were burning as well as your upper body from all the laughter:
„You’re such a d…“
„Ehey! Watch your tongue. Wanna get back on your back and laugh your head off - again?!“
„Noho, thanks.“, you shrieked, when you jumped away from his sneaky fingers.
„Go! Shower. And“
„And?“
„Try the move.“
„If I do… that’s not a trap for me, is it?“
„What do you mean?“
„Steve! Is Bucky even tic… sensitive?“
„Believe me, my dear friend, if you get a hold of him like I showed you, you won’t be disappointed at all.“, Steve chuckled while he collected his bag and bottle: „Bye, Bug“ (his nickname for you, because you were smaller than him (who wasn’t?!) and a biologist… very creative, our CA, isn’t he?!)
„Ciao, Captain“
You shook your head when you entered the room, Bucky and you shared since you got together officially. The memories of Steve holding you down and tickling you, while you weren’t able to move, went to town on your mind. You tried but couldn’t stop the giggles bubbling up your throat.
„Love? What’s going on? Why are you up already?“, a sleepy voice distracted your mind.
„Um, it’s nearly 8 a.m., sleepyhead.“
„Gah, tooooo early.“, Bucky mumbled grumpily into his pillow, turning over on his side: „Where have you been?“
„I was at the training center, with Steve. He sends his greetings.“
„Ah, early bird one and two on a rampage…“
„Whahaaat?“
„Come back to bed, love. Now!“
„Nah. Got to shower first“
After that soothing shower, you dried your hair quickly and changed into a set of comfy clothes. Barefoot, you stepped out of the en-suite. Bucky sat on the edge of your bed, his hair was a mess and his eyes still teeny tiny.
„Awwwwww“, you cooed: „hey, sleepyhead“
„Oh shush! Not everyone can get up with the birds.“
You sat right next to him, giving his shoulder a nudge with your own: „Shall I call you grumpy instead?“
„Hey. Don’t mess with me“, he’d put his metal arm around your shoulder: „I am still half asleep“ (Wait a sec…)
„Um, Bucky?“, you whispered, holding his metal hand with your left hand now, your own elbow bent upward.
„Mhhhmmm?“, his head rested on your head, eyes closed.
„Could you bent your right arm up? So I can hold your hand?“
Bucky, too sleepy to question your request, did as he was told. You wanted to hold his hand but remembered, that Steve told you to grab your opponents wrist instead. Interlaced fingers could glide apart too quickly. So, you grabbed Bucky’s wrist of his human arm, now you got hold of both of his arms. With a soft nudge, you whispered: „Now, let’s lay down and cuddle a bit“
After your backs touched the mattress underneath you, his metal arm was now under your neck and head, he mumbled: „s’posed to be comfy?“
„Sure.“, you whispered. You’d let go of his metal hand, moving your left leg over his thighs: „What…?“
„Shhh… I am getting comfy.“, you replied quickly, knowing, there wouldn’t be much time after he, well, felt, what was going on. Your left hand was free now, while you kept his legs and arms immobilized with your grip, your weight and the position you’ve learned from Steve earlier. You stroked his chest softly: „Steve and I had an interesting training slot this morning“
„Hmmm…“, Bucky sighed into your right ear, his cheek resting on your head.
„He taught me this move“
Before your super soldier boyfriend was able to be awake enough, to question your words, your left hand sprang into action. All five fingers crawled quick and soft over his ribs, spidering and tapping, while you held your breath.
„Lohoooove, whahaaat is going ohooon?“, Bucky chuckled, sleepy and surprised.
„I am showing you a new wrestling move, Steve taught me this morning.“
„Nohooot fahair!“, the handsome man next to you giggled, shaking his head.
„Not fair? Like your own sneak attacks, when you use your super soldier strength against me, huh?“
„Thahat’s diffeherent“
„Excuse me?!“
„You lohooove to gihiiiggle under my hands“
„What?! Noho way!“, you answered him chuckling, disbelieving. Your fingers jumped over every bone of his left ribs, teasing the muscles in between, targeting the softer skin of his waist - his own choice/fault to sleep shirtless.
„Lehet meheee go“
„Not yet“, you giggled. It was way more exhausting, to hold him down like this, than you expected. Otherwise, it was nothing compared to your poor trial and error actions beforehand - you’ve never came so far to actually test his sensitivity.
„Dohon’t eeeheven think about thahaat.“, your super soldier grumbled through his gritted teeth.
„What do you mean?“, you cooed. You grinned widely, when your fingertips touched the soft skin around his metal arm, where it was attached to his body. Right on his upper rib, was one of his weak spots, as it seemed.
„Nohooo“, he laughed aloud, shaking his head vividly, while he tried to turn his other wrist out of your grip.
„Oho, no, you don’t“, you hissed, tightening your fingers around his wrist again. You tried to push him more into the mattress with your own leg, which was still on top of his thighs. Your fingers danced over his tummy, weakening him with softer touches, while his laughter made you giggle too. This was exciting and exhausting at the same time, for both of you.
„Babe, pleheaase“, Bucky whined, giggling.
„Okay, okay. I stop“, with a kiss on his cheek, you’d let go of his limps.
„Hey, cheeky, were do you think, you’re going, huh?!“, Bucky had grabbed the wrist of your right hand, while you tried to crawl away from him and off that bed of yours.
„Noho, Buhuuucky“, you giggled, unsure, what to expect.
„Cohoome here“, he growled, hugging you tight to his chest, while you giggled and tried to push him off.
„Love, I just wanna compliment you.“
„Huh?“
„Yeah, you got me good, babe. Remind me, to thank Steve for this…“
„Umm…“
„Stay still, I wanna cuddle.“
„Are you sure?!“, you whispered onto his chest.
„Yup. Just like you did…“
Your shrieking laughter got both of you a little off guard, because Bucky’s hands shot both under your arms to tease the soft skin there at the same time. You laughed your head off, suffering and delighted, knowing that’s a target, you would try next on your super soldier boyfriend. (Because, you could switch sides with your wrestling move, right?!)
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“wow. you are super ticklish.” With Ler Steve?
The Bucky one with freezing hands was amazing!!!
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“Wow.” He started, “you are super ticklish.” He smiles mischievously. A blush crept on your cheeks and you felt the embarrassment showering over you like hot water.
The only thing he did was annoyingly drilling his finger in your side, catching you off guard completely which ended up with a loud ‘ah!’ coming out of your throat. There wasn’t even a situation that could have led to this point of him tickling you, he’d just done it because he’s simply bored.
“I’m gonna leave this room within a second if you proceed to keep going.” You warned, but as if this would scare off captain America? Even if you go for a sprint, he’d be right after you.
“I don’t think you will.”
“What does that mean- SHIT-“ a gasp, almost a shout, came out of your mouth the moment he grabbed and pulled you towards him. You sat in his lap when he started to dig in your stomach, giggles spilled out of you like crazy and you hands flew around desperately.
“STEHEVE! GOHOD DAMNIT!” You screeched, grasping his wrists and trying to push them away, but of course his super soldier serum wasn’t playing fair.
“Told you.” He simply shrugged and switched to your thigh, squeezing rapidly the muscle. You kicked out whilst your head threw back in belly laughter. This was an unbearable feeling and you loved hated it.
“This is better than the newspaper… these are greater news!”
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tickle-bugs · 1 year
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For the writing thingie, maybe ler!Robin lee!Steve? The phrase could be “Steve, don’t make me sit on you again…”
your honor, they are everything to me. hope u enjoy!! still trying to figure out robin tbh
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Robin leans her bike against the garage, careful not to scrape. Steve’s home--his car sits idle in the driveway, waiting patiently to ferry them both to Family Video. They’re already late, technically, but they’re not late late yet. 
An argument could be made that she could simply bike to work, admonishing Steve from the high horse of punctuality, but that’s no fun.
She jiggles her key in the lock and throws the door open, dumping her bag by the door. It’s quiet and dark downstairs, the kitchen unused, neither of which are a good sign. Steve’s usually a morning person, but on the days where he isn’t, he has to be surgically removed from sleep. It’s a coin toss, really, if he’s late over his hair or late for oversleeping and his hair. 
She inhales as much as her lungs can manage, then: “Steeeeeeevvvvveeeeee!”
No response. She scowls. 
She helps herself to a glass of orange juice and promptly rinses the glass, never one to make extra work for Steve when possible. Bothering him, yes, but inconveniencing him? Not if she can help it.
She thumps up the stairs two at a time. Steve’s bedroom door is cracked open when she gets there, exposing the comically lumpy mass of blankets on his bed and the upsetting pile of laundry in not one, but two corners of the room. Robin has half a mind to do a running jump onto the bed, but he’s gotten way too good at convincing her to take pre-work naps. They need this job. Unfortunately. 
“Steve. Steven. Steeb.” Robin leans in the doorframe, biting her lip on an affectionate smile. Steve’s hair pokes out just at the top of the blanket pile. 
“Don’t make me sit on you,” She says a little louder, moving over to the left side of the bed. Steve wrinkles his nose and makes a grumbly noise. 
“Three, two--”
“Bobin?” He mumbles, squinting at her. 
She pounces. He screams, muffled by the blanket, but then he tumbles into wild giggles and flails for purchase. 
“Get up, get up, get up!” She squeezes at his sides through the blanket, feeling around blindly but knowing intimately where to strike. His arms fly free of the blanket and he starts grappling with her, trying to poke at her like the bastard he is, but she’s on a goddamn mission. Either they’re getting to work on time (unlikely) or he’s going to die (still on the table). 
“Get. up.” She starts tickling his ribs, sliding up under his arms every time he tries to swat at her. Steve honest-to-god snorts, which she didn’t know he could do. She catalogues it for later. 
“W-Why--Ah, Robin, nohoho!” Steve whines and covers his face. She starts poking at his stomach, speeding up whenever he tries to grab her. His laughter revs like an engine. He twists away suddenly, curling up on his side and as close to the edge of the bed as he can physically get. Robin chuckles at him and tazers his side. He makes no sense. Only Steve would forfeit all the empty space in his bed rather than use it to escape. 
“We’re late, dingus!” She reaches back and squeezes his thigh. He shrieks like his life depends on it, voice cracking around his laughter in that way she loves. 
“I’m up!” Steve wheezes, lunging forward to grab her wrists. She squeezes again and he crumples into the mattress, throwing his head back against the pillows. He tries to say her name, or possibly curse at her, but all that comes out is a jumble of syllables and frantic, nervous giggles. 
“No, if you were up, you’d be getting ready.”  She pauses, just to prove her point. Steve pushes his hair out of his face and fixes her with the bitchiest look he can manage. She grins. He scowls. 
“I’ll drag you out of bed if I have to.” She crosses her arms. When he wriggles down into the bed like an indignant little worm, he earns her wrath. It’s only natural. She’s given him an out and a half. Robin feels around under the blanket and grabs Steve’s ankle, skittering her nails over the curve of his heel and up. It’s a fast track to a black eye, but she’s gotten quicker lately. 
There’s a screechy peal of laughter, then a thump--a loud one, and not from Steve’s side. Robin peers over the right side of the bed, feeling for the nearest pillow to defend herself from whatever creatures might lurk in here. 
Instead, she finds Eddie Munson. His hair’s a mess, more so than usual, and his face is bright pink. He’s oddly jittery.
“What.” Robin and Eddie blink at each other. She looks down at her hand, clutched around what is decidedly not Steve’s foot, then back up at Eddie. He gives her a sheepish wave. 
“Oh my god.” She drops Eddie’s ankle. Eddie. Here. In Steve’s bed.
“Robin--” Steve holds his hands out soothingly. 
“Oh my god.” She drops her head in her hands.  
“Is that a good ‘oh my god’ or do I need to change my locks?” Eddie asks from somewhere beside her. He climbs back up onto the bed and drops beside her. The mattress dips to accept him. 
“Still deciding,” She groans. Steve rubs her back, murmuring something soft and sickeningly fond in Eddie’s direction. She’s happy for Steve--god, she’s over the fucking moon for him, really. She teases him because someone needs to, but her heart swells knowing there was a resolution to all the yearning passing between the two of them. 
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I should’ve been the first to know!” Robin smacks Steve’s bare chest. He catches her hand. 
“Well, you’re like the third to know.” Robin glares at him, but Steve throws his hands up in surrender. “Kidding! Third, because me and Eddie. Honestly, Rob, we were gonna tell you.”
“We’re, uhm, still figuring it out.” Eddie nudges her shoulder, but his shmoopy eyes are firmly on Steve. Gross. 
“Alright, well…I have questions. So many questions. But first--” She pokes his chest as aggressively as possible. Eddie copies her, hitting Steve’s stomach instead. 
“Up, yes, I knohow--” Steve’s voice breaks on a giggle. He crumples awkwardly into Robin, twisting away from Eddie. Robin’s tempted to help, but she leans away from Steve to give Eddie more access. Drama’s more fun, anyhow. Steve doesn’t laugh nearly enough. 
“No--” Steve points accusingly at Eddie. Eddie only grins wider in response. 
“You’ve given me a tremendous gift, Buckley!” Eddie cackles, wiggling his fingers into Steve’s sides. Steve yelps and bolts, managing to skid in the bathroom and slam the door before Eddie can vault over the bed. Robin and Eddie both chuckle. 
“Sorry if I helped make you late,” Eddie says, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. A devious little idea grows in the back of her head.
“Yeah, you did.” She lunges at him with an evil laugh. Eddie squeaks and tries to scramble away, but Robin’s on him already, heart growing three sizes at the now-pair of dinguses she’d never choose to live without. 
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romanestuffsposts · 1 year
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Hey! Can you write one where little reader tries to convince stucky to get a puppy?
I love your page!
Hi there love! Thank you for the request. I hope you like how I turned it 💜
Thank you so much ❤️
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Warnings : litte reader is a vicius manipulative one in this one, paci, stuffie, mention of punishment, soft punishment, tease, pouty little reader, vicious daddies, cuddle, fluff, pet name
Pairing : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : Even the most adorable puppy eyes can’t get you a puppy ? Let’s see about that…
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"Daddyyyyy" You sing as you jump on his laps. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you "what is it, little one ?" You look up at him "do you like Bucksie ?" you ask biting your lips.
Ah, Bucksie. He chuckles "of course I like Bucksie, Beautiful" This cause a huge smile on your face. Bucksie is a stuffie your daddies got you for christmas last year. It's a white puppy and you take it everywhere you go. You can't sleep if it's not in your arms, you don't like tv marathon in the evening if it's not beside you or with one of your daddies and you’re sick in the car if it's not in your hands to distracted you.
It's your bestfriend
"why are you asking me that ?" he asks tilting his head as he stares at your beautiful features "He good puppy Daddy, isn't he ?" you ask looking up at him with your big dreamy eyes. Your Daddy smiles and nods "he is the best, always so good and he always calm you down so why I wouldn't like it ?" his fingers are running down your hair and his eyes are still running around your face features
"Can I have anothew one ?" You ask shyly, your fingers fidgeting with each others, you nervously wait for his answer. His deep laugh vibrates the inside of your body because of yours still resting on him "I don't see why I would say no" he smiles when he hears your gasp. You turn your head to his "weally ?"
He nods once again with his loving smile "Yes, really" he says pocking his nose against yours making you giggle.
You bite your lips as your smile appears on your face "can i go tell Papa ?" you ask kicking your legs from joyce. The little energy you have in your body is about to run out.
"Go," he says "but don't run" he adds and you nod "pwomise, daddy" You kiss his cheek before getting up and start walking as fast as you can to your Papa's office.
You stop when you're infront of the door. You're about to open it but remember that you can't without knocking. So your little fists dance around the door annoncing at your Papa that it's no one else but you
You hear a muffle 'come in' so you open the door and enter quietly to not disturb him.
He already knew it was you, every time you are excited and have to ask something or when you're just in a happy mood, your hands knock all over the door. He looks up from his folds and smiles when he sees you infront of the door, waiting for him to tell you to come to him
"there's my beautiful baby" He smiles looking at you. You smile and wave at him but still remaind at your post "come here, sweetness. Come tell Papa what's got you in a good mood" he says patting his laps. You make your way to him and climb on his laps with his help. Your chest is infront of his and his hands are on your back to support you. You smile when his gaze is on you
"Papaaa" you sing just like with your daddy. He smiles and nods "Yess, sweets. I'm listening" he rest his back on the seat and make himself comfortable, knowing you won't go to the point immediatly
"do you like Bucksie ?" you ask peering up at him. He smiles thinking about that stuffie of yours "of course i like him, baby" His hands are caressing up and down your back giving you a massage sensation.
Another thing you love about your daddies is that whenever you're in their arms or beside them, they rub a part of your body, your belly to calm you down, your legs, your feet, your hand, your back or your arms. Everywhere they can put their hands on, they do
"can I have another one ?" you whisper and he frowns "don't you think Bucksie will be jealous if you have another friend like him ?" one of his hand is still on your back while the other is wondering on your belly.
"But told me he wanted anothew one like him. He wants a fwiend, Papa" You say pouting. Your Papa lifts your shirt so his fingers are wondering around your skin and he sighs "well, I guess you were good this week so we can go look for a new stuffie puppy this afternoon"
Your eyes widen from happiness and you gasp "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles and wiggles a finger in your belly button making you laugh "yes, really" he smiles seeing you fighting his finger "but you have to be good until there" he says stopping his teasing so your attention is back on him
You nod "I pwomise, Papa"
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You walk down the street between your daddies, Your hands holding your daddies's and your smile on your face. You look around the street, smiling even more when you see people with their dogs.
You still can't believe your plan worked. In your head it's all good now, you'll have your puppy but in your daddies head, it's another thing.
You stop walking when there's a puppy store on the street. You let go of your daddies hands making them turning around to look at where you're going. You walk to the window and smile at all the little puppy who are playing or sleeping. You quickly find the one who look like Bucksie and you jump on your feet, pointing him "is him!" you squeal turning around
Your daddies look at each other, Bucky frowns at his husband while Steve arches an eyebrow "what are you talking about ?"
You look back at the sleeping white puppy "is this one Bucksie want" you say with a smile on your face. Your daddies walks beside you and look inside the store. Steve turns to you "But sweetness. This is a real puppy. Bucksie wants a stuffie and we agreed with a stuffie. You can't have a real puppy" he says and you're happy face change into a angry one
"But Daddy said i could" You cross your arms. Your Daddy's head snaps down at you while Steve looks up at his husband, ready to jumps on him "what ?!"
Bucky shakes his head "I never said that. I said I was okay with a new stuffie, just like your Papa just said." He looks up at Steve "You know I would never have told her yes for a puppy before talking with you" Steve sighs and nods "i know, Buck"
They look down at you "We're going to the playstore, not in this one" Steve says giving you his hand to go back into your walk "But Papa said yes too" you mumble pouting
Steve sighs and kneels infront of you "we never said yes for a puppy. You manipulated us and unfortunaly for you it didn't work. So either you apologize and we go to the store for a new stuffie but you get ride of that pouty face or we can go home without a new stuffie and a punishment" he says and your eyes are watering "what do we do ?"
You turn your back at him and he sighs standing up "alright, I guess I know the answer"
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It's been three days now. Three days that you're dying for a puppy. When you came home that day you were send to a time out in your bedroom and you have to go to sleep earlier without cartoons for a week.
You were suppose to sleep right now but you can't. All you can think about is the puppy you want. All you can think about is the games you want to play with him. You want a new friend and you sure will do everything to have him
You get up from bed, your paci correctly put in your mouth and your Bucksie warmth up in your arms. You make your way to your daddies's bedroom, praying for them to not be mad at you for being awake this late. You carefully open their bedroom door and step inside. The dark of their room make your muscle tremble a little but you know your Bucksie is here to protect you as much as your daddies do
You walk to Bucky's side of the bed and shake his hand. You watch as his eyes open before blinking a few times. He lifts his head a little with sleepy eyes "Baby ?" his sleepy voice rings around the room "what are you doing here ? Why don't you sleep ?"
"Can't seep" you whisper "want daddies" you add and your Daddy smiles at you. He shifts a litte and opens the sheets for you to come in. You climb with his help in the bed and you lay down between your warm dadides. Your scooping closer to your Daddy, your head against his chest with your Bucksie between you both "why can't you sleep ?" he asks not whispering, knowing that your Papa is now awake and watch you both
"Bucksie was talting too much" you say looking down at your stuffie. Your Daddy hums, sliding his fingers down your arms "what was he saying ?"
"He was talting about a new puppy" you say "he is sad he can't have one"
Your Daddy looks beind you at Steve who is shaking his head with a knowing grin "what did you told him ?" Bucky asks looking back at you "Told him you said no" you say playing with Bucksie's ears "So now he mad at you"
Bucky chuckles "Oh, yeah ?" he looks behind him at Steve who nods. His eyes are back on you "well you can tell Bucksie that if you're good for another month, if you do your housework without complaining, if you clean your playroom after playing inside and if you don't whine about going to bed. Bucksie can have a puppy" he says watching your face
A whole month ? Doing all of that ? That's a lot. That's way too much for you and you know that. You daddies knows that as well.
"and if you have one. You will have to come every time when it's time to take him for a walk, even if you're playing. He won't go upstairs and you'll have to feed him. And it's important things you can't forget, either way we won't be able to keep it. Do you understand ?" Your Papa says from behind running his fingers up and down your back
That's a lot of responsable things. But you're a big girl, you'll be able to do all of that. You'll prove them you can do it, that you can be responsable
Like you said, you're going to do everything to have a puppy.
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valiantphantomangel · 4 months
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The Party
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You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.
Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.
The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.
But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.
"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.
"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.
You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.
Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.
"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.
"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.
You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.
"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.
Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.
You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.
He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.
"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.
"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.
"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.
You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.
"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.
"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.
"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.
It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.
"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.
"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.
"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!
"And what is it?"
"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.
Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.
"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.
You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.
"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.
"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.
Honestly it was better then any party could be.
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mimimunson · 2 months
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Drunken fingertips<3
CW- tickling, mention of the police, mention of marijuana, mention of homophobia and bullying but is quite brief, intoxication.
Note- this is my first fic that I have ever written and the first fic I’ve felt semi-confident to post. Please be kind. This is first and foremost a tickle fic so if that isn’t your thing please scroll!! Minors DNI! This is not a tickle kink fic, but kinksters can interact!
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Eddie Munson was by no means shy. As long as he could remember he’d always had a theatrical personality, he’d always felt like if he didn’t make someone laugh during the day, the day was wasted. He’d always found beauty in smiles and laughter, he found it endearing that no two laughs were the same. In fact, it’s kinda how he found out he liked boys. Coming out was a difficult experience, but Wayne told him what or who he did in his own bed was his own business. Eddie didn’t need aggressive acceptance, but the casual reminder that he was allowed to be queer. I mean he’d never admit that he flunked most of his classes because he was staring at admiring the guy across from him, he had a metal head persona to attend to but silliness was definitely his strong point.
With the up-bringing he had, it’s no shock that he was touch starved. That all changed when he met his new group of friends, they were all social rejects the same as him. All except Steve Harrington. He was the jock, the king of Hawkins-High. He wasn’t quite like the rest of the popular kids though. While they were calling kids slurs and laughing through the bullying they permitted, he’d stand there with a flushed face, stone cold silent. Steve wasn’t a stranger to Eddie before that, he was the guy he sat next to in his third period biology class on a Tuesday, the one he’d casually admire whilst pretending to take notes.
Steve was a different person then, now he would never stand by and let his so called friends verbally abuse others. Maybe it was his friendship with Robin that had opened his eyes to his own by-standing homophobia. But it was probably because he sat next to Eddie on the couch every Friday movie night in Wheeler’s basement. Steve wholeheartedly believed that sitting next to Eddie weekly was enough to make any man question their sexuality.
Eddie didn’t know how he got here, his knees grazing against Steve’s with his arm resting on the arm of the couch behind him. Both lightly buzzed on beer, whispering away to each other while the rest of the party were fixated on the next movie in their Star-Wars binge. He’d noticed more about Steve in the last 20 minutes than he did that whole year of biology class, his hair had a few strands of blonde mixed in with the brunette locks and when he smiled he had a dimple on the right side of his mouth.
“You have a dimple”
Eddie half-whispered and smirked, attempting to point at Steve’s cheek but narrowly missing from his intoxication. He playfully shrugged it off as if he meant to do that of course he did.
“Okay? So lots of people have dimples Munson.”
Steve shrugged and half smiled in Eddie’s direction.
“No no, you, King Steve have one singular dimple, not plural dimples. One. Only on this side”
Eddie spoke holding up his index finger, pointing as Steve’s face. Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled, nobody, not even he had noticed his singular dimple before.
“I get it now, shh I’m trying to watch the movie.”
He lied through his teeth, mocking Eddie’s performative hand gestures. He could tell Eddie was a little more tipsy than he was, the main clue being the 4 extra empty beer bottles beside him. Eddie giggled, brushing his curls out of his face.
“One Steve. One. Where’s your other dimple? Someone steal it?”
Steve rolled his eyes once more at his drunken friend. “Maybe” he shrugged, “have you got it Eds?”
He smiled, leaning his body weight a little closer towards him.
Eddie’s flushed a little at his words, “Eds”. Steve was the only person who called him that, he was like that scene in the grinch where his heart grows 4 sizes bigger whenever Steve called him that. It felt intimate, a moment that only they could share.
“Listen man, I am not a thief” he held his hands up at the accusation, his smile beaming over at him.
“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to search you, it’s official police business.”
He joked, patting down Eddie’s denim jacket. Giggling when he felt the outline of his grinder and lighter from inside his pockets.
“Drug paraphernalia.. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime. I’ve not been on the job long but I don’t know Munson, it’s not looking good for you.”
He laughed, pretending to check an imaginary watch on his wrist as if a watch could tell him how long he’d been working a profession for.
“Cuff me officer Harrington, for the crime of being a stoner.” Eddie barely spluttered that sentence out before erupting into laughter.
“Oh you think breaking the law is funny Munson?”
He said shifting himself closer to the drunken boy. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, pinning him to the couch, lightly running his fingers across his arms.
“This is funny?!”
Steve continued his ‘pat down’ if you can call it that, he was poking Eddie’s stomach with emphasis to his words.
“I did not know you were such a criminal. You’re on the wrong tracks man, it’s not too late to change your ways”
Eddie could feel his face burning. Steve was not only touching him, man he’d have to remember that for a later daydream, but he was tickling him.
“Fuck Steve come on don’t do that”
Half trying to slap at his hands but missing them in his inebriated state and half trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face. Drowning in a sea of laughter.
“What’s the matter Eds? This is formal policy, I have to do this.”
Steve caught on pretty quickly that he wasn’t laughing at his pretty wooden acting and more so that his pat was something of a ticklish situation for his friend.
“I- shut up.”
Eddie could hardly contain himself, apparently trying to juggle the need to grab Steve’s face and pull him in for a passionate make out session, hiding his blushing face and trying to pretend like he isn’t being tickled shitless was hard for him.
“Munson, you’re really fucking ticklish you know? If you ever actually get caught for possession you are so screwed.”
Harrington proclaimed laughing alongside his friend, holding him down with one hand so he doesn’t squirm his way off the couch.
“I am so gonna kill you.”
He spluttered out in between gasping for breath. Steve’s hands slowed until they halted, towering over Eddie admiring how his curls were like little spirals framing his face, he even found himself doting on the way he looked up at him. His iris’s were camouflaged into his pupils, his eyes were such a deep shade of brown, but when the light hit them just right they looked almost amber. They always complimented his smile, he definitely smiled through his eyes.
“You’ve still got the same smile, it hasn’t changed since we were assigned seats together.”
Steve whispered, his bisexuality was still hush-hush. He’d only confided in Robin before this moment, he found it difficult sure, but hiding anything from Robin was more of a challenge. She’d sussed out his crush on Eddie from the first moment Dustin introduced them. The way he couldn’t help but look at the floor because holding eye contact was painful, the way he’d look like a sick puppy every time Eddie wasn’t able to join in a trip with the party. But mostly the way that Steve had drunkenly confessed that his bi-awakening was Eddie Munson between spitting vomit into the toilet and sharing confessions with each other.
“You remember me?”
Eddie had his hand over his eyes, slightly peaking between the gap through his middle and ring finger. As if missing this moment was not an option, even if the crimson blush burning into his cheeks wasn’t fighting its corner.
“How could I forget the guy who would stroll into class 45 minutes late, smelling of weed, tripping over thin air and flopping himself down beside me not saying a single word but doodling for the remainder of the lesson? I remember most of it, including the times I could feel your eyes burning into the side of my face like a laser.”
Eddie was mortified at this point. He truly thought he had stealth like skills for daydreaming next to pretty boys but regardless, he wasn’t ashamed. He’d do it all again.
“Oh. You saw that huh? I- I just. I just-“
Before the metal head could even finish his sentence, Steve put his finger up to his own lips.
“No need to explain, I get it.”
He nodded, he never wanted to make him feel embarrassed about who he was.
“It’s rough, teen years I mean. For guys like us especially.”
“Guys like us?” Eddie shot him a bewildered look. He couldn’t possibly mean he was- did he?
“You know. Guys like us. Guys who like guys. I mean I’m a guy who likes guys and girls”
Steve is fumbling all his words right now, nervously trying to explain himself was harder than he imagined.
“Listen don’t tell anyone I told you that though man, only Rob knows. Maybe I’m just a bit drunk but, you look so pretty like this. Peach coloured cheeks and that smile. Damn. See this is what I said to Robin, Eddie Munson just- well just looking at him opened my eyes to who I am.”
Steve interrupted himself, realising he’d said that all out loud. After a few seconds of consideration in his head, he was too drunk to care.
“You looking at me with those doe eyes in biology, it made me realise yeah so I’m like definitely bisexual.”
He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at Eddie who had practically shrunk so far down into the couch that he looked like a part of it. But he was still smiling, still looking at him in the same way.
He lifted himself, sitting upright with his back against the cushions. Grabbing two bottles, ripping the caps off with his teeth.
“Interesting.” Munson divulged, not even noticing that the entire party was staring at them both with their jaws to the floor.
“You owe me 20 dollars!! I told you!!”
Henderson rose up, laughing and pointing at Mike. He always did like to be proved right. The party later found out that Dustin was certain his ‘gay-dar’ was spot on but Wheeler told him it was just broken, it was smashed right into the ground.
“I TOLD you guys, but hey, what do I know?”
Cherry-faced, Steve and Eddie looked at each other, and back at the party, and in perfect unison took several big swigs of their beers.
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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.
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Soft
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Steve/Eddie
Summary: Steve realizes he’s gotten softer after he’s stopped playing sports. It’s not necessarily a problem until he starts overthinking it.
Warnings: Mentions of body issues.
Words: 1.2k
Once Steve finished high school and stopped playing sports, his body became softer. It didn’t bother him, really. In fact he barely noticed it, his days of admiring himself in the mirror overshadowed by monsters and the video store. And the difference wasn’t glaringly obvious to anyone, even to him, unless he paid attention.
He only started paying attention once he started sleeping with Eddie, and it was only because Eddie was obsessed with touching his belly.
“You’re so ticklish,” he would tease when the skin jumped beneath his hand, and Steve would whine because he was ticklish, dammit, and Eddie wasn’t making it easier for him to not be a giggly, squirmy mess every other night.
It was one of those nights, when Eddie was just beginning his daily torment of Steve’s sensitive spots, that Steve noticed how his stomach jiggled under his touch. “Wait,” he said, and Eddie must’ve heard a difference in his tone because he withdrew his hand immediately.
Steve poked his own midriff, the flesh softer than he’d ever really seen it before. “Huh.”
“What?”
“Nothing, I just-” He knew it was no big deal, really. Knew he was mostly just losing muscles, knew there was nothing wrong with being chubby or fat anyway. But Steve wasn’t good with change, and Steve had never really thought of his body as anything other than something women (and apparently men) wanted. And in line of the standards he’d grown up with, women (and men? he was less sure) wanted muscles and fitness and confidence (at least that was what he’d been told), and Steve wondered if he could keep his confidence if he couldn’t keep his muscles.
He pulled his shirt down and Eddie didn’t pry, didn’t try to touch his belly again, but did open his arms to let Steve crawl into them.
As he buried his face in Eddie’s neck, one of his ticklish spots, he wondered why it mattered what other people thought when Eddie had only really seen and therefore loved this version of him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled into his skin, and Eddie, who had huffed out a laugh only seconds before as Steve was still adjusting against his throat, probably knew he wasn’t apologizing for the accidental tickle.
“Talk to me when you’re ready,” he said, fingertips ghosting over Steve’s spine, making him shiver. He wondered if his sides were getting softer too. If his thighs and arms had lost any definition.
“I’m having a stupid crisis over losing muscle.”
Eddie was silent for a moment before saying, “Losing muscle?”
“Or gaining weight, but I think losing muscle sounds more logical to have a crisis over.”
“Oh.” Eddie dragged out the word and his throat vibrated against Steve’s face. “I see. Okay.”
Steve whined as Eddie forced them to sit up again. “We don’t have to do this now.”
“Oh, yes, we do before you make this into a bigger thing without meaning to. Okay. Talk to me. You think you’ve gained weight?”
“Well, I’m softer-” He gestured to his body. “-everywhere. Which is fine, I get it, I don’t really do anything but shelve movies nowadays and occasionally run from monsters. It’s fine.”
“You don’t sound like you’re fine.” Eddie had said it so softly, head tilted, eyes looking at him as if it pained him to hear this.
Steve swallowed, suddenly on the verge of fucking tears. “I-” His voice broke off. God, this was embarrassing. “I’m fine not being Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, you know. I’m fine being seen as a loser who hangs out with kids and people who this town will consider misfits. Someone who will live and die in this town, having lost my status. I’m fine with it.”
“Steve.”
“But I think my body was the only thing I had left from when I was considered a god, that’s all. It’s stupid. It’s selfish. I don’t even want to go back to those days because I’m actually happy now, with you.” He looked away when he said the last part. Even though Eddie knew exactly how he felt about him Steve still found it difficult to be vulnerable like that. Which was also stupid.
“It’s not stupid,” Eddie said, reaching out to tap at his knee. “Lots has changed for you the past year. It’s always the smallest thing that makes you spiral, right?”
Steve shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“And change is scary, I get that.”
“Are you calling me a coward?”
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
Steve huffed. “I feel stupid.”
“Stop saying that.” Eddie went to poke at his belly before he caught himself, and Steve was faced with the uncomfortable revelation that he actually wanted the tickle.
One discovery at a time, please, universe.
“Sorry,” Eddie said, withdrawing his hand.
“It’s okay.” Steve could just say nothing about it. He was certain Eddie wouldn’t stop doing it after this anyway. “It’s okay,” he said again, looking down.
“For what it’s worth,” Eddie said, hand on his knee again. “I love that you’re soft.”
Steve hummed, unable to keep his blush at bay. “Stop.”
“What, you don’t want to hear how much I love your body?” Eddie scooted closer, lacing his arms around him. “How much I adore how well your sides curve in my hands? The sounds you make when I kiss down your chest and trail my fingers over your ribs. How ridiculously ticklish you are and how you never really try to get away.”
Ah. Steve was the last to make the discovery as usual then.
Eddie pulled him closer, lips against his cheek. “Do you want me to continue? Or-” He pulled back to smirk at him. “-do you want me to demonstrate?”
“You’re so mean for asking.”
“Look at me.”
“No.”
“Demonstrate it is, then. See this?” Eddie curled his fingers over Steve’s tummy. “I love how soft it is. It feels so nice to tickle you here. To kiss you. I don’t know what it is, but you have some sort of limit. Once I pass it you don’t seem as ticklish, and I can kiss you as much as I want.”
Steve, in the midst of the burning blush on his face, realized he knew exactly what limit Eddie was talking about. What Eddie didn’t know was that it usually did tickle still, but Steve was too consumed with desire to care. Maybe he even liked that it still tickled a little. Maybe that was part of it.
“Stop,” Steve said, pushing his hand away.
“Why?”
“Tickles.”
“Mm, but you don’t mind that, do you?”
Jesus. Did this man notice everything?
Eddie ran a finger down the side of his stomach. “It’s a good thing,” he said. “Because I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t allowed to touch you there.”
“You got some kind of fetish or somethin’?”
Eddie burst into laughter. “Way to ruin a moment, Steve.”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I get, uh-”
“Embarrassed? Yeah, I can tell.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Eddie poked him, just below that spot on his ribs that made him scream if it was tickled for long enough. “But just to finish off, I like every part of you, soft or firm, ticklish or not. Though most of you is ticklish, so I guess I don’t know about the latter.”
“You’re this close to getting banned from touching my stomach for the next week.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yes, I would.”
“Liar.” Eddie grinned at him and Steve huffed, turning away because, no, he wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.
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