Completely stolen inspiration from @fluffy-lee-boa and their post ! I’m so sorry, I had to, the idea was SO FRICKIN CUTE!!! First fic in a while, and it’s short and super fluffy, so I hope y'all like!
Abner Krill did not look people in the eyes. Anyone: humans, animals, monsters… no one.
“How many you got on there?”
Abner lifted his eyes to the general direction of Harley Quinn, seated beside him on the flight back home.
“How many what?” his soft voice asked back.
“Polka dots,” Harley poked one on his arm.
“Oh, um.. I don’t know.”
Switching perspectives here for a second; Harley was always one to please. If she felt the love, she gave the love. Abner needed a little. He was looking real low to her. So, she sat next to him on the plane on purpose and kept shooting him smiles and glances in hopes he’d look back. No such luck, so she then had to ask.
“Let’s find out together. I’m sure you’re dyin’ to know!” Harley pressed, teeth in full show with an eager smile. She turned herself towards the Polka Dot Man, tucking one leg beneath her opposite thigh to more comfortably sit.
“N-No, I don’t really– I don’t like being– Harley!”
“1 2 3 4 5 – What?” she inquired, high-pitch in tone. Her eyes were wide to feign innocence. She had started veering her fingers down towards the dots on Abner’s side and stomach when he called her name.
“It–,” he gulped down any further words he was planning on spouting.
“You ticklish or somethin’, Abby?” Harley leaned in a bit closer to Abner’s ear when she asked, a squeak of giddy energy following her question. She started poking again, this time watching his face more closely as opposed to focusing on the dots.
“Noho!” Abner choked out and his arm cinched to his side.
“No??” Harley gasped, “Uh ohhhh,” she drew out, now switching to pinches, “Liar liar pants on fire!”
Abner was… a bit stunned, to say the least. Why did he invite such playfulness? What was he doing different from normal that Harley picked up on? Why was he laughing? Why did his insides want to crawl to his outsides?
“Whoops! Gotta restart the count! Geez, Abby, pull yourself together or we’re never gonna crack this case,” Harley used a few fingers now to press and wiggle into every polka dot she set her sights on, even a few spaces in between.
“Stop!” Abner whispered, “W-Wait– HA!”
His arms were frozen at his sides, unable to make much use out of them. His laughs were coming out in giggles and in breathy gasps and hissing.
“Okay okay, ya big baby,” Harley lifted her fingers from the fabric of Polka Dot Man’s suit but kept them poised an inch above his sides, ready to strike again.
Abner had wound up rotating himself so he was facing Harley, in the midst of his shuffling and laughter. Probably not the best position if he wanted the tickling to stop. But something in him told him that was his best chance at his defense.
“Nohoho no–Noho!” Abner jumped in his seat when he saw Harley’s arms move in. Harley herself was chuckling away, finding Abner’s childlike laughter extremely endearing.
“You two gonna get it over with or what?” Bloodsport over on the other side of the plane semi-shouted.
“I'mmmmm gonna getcha!” Harley teased Abner, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrists to mimic another tickle attack.
Abner raised his hands on instinct to cover his reddening face and smiling mouth. He couldn’t handle the teasing, nuh-uh, no way, no how.
Harley took the lead and she shot her hands to Abner’s now exposed belly. Both hands, fingers digging in wildly. Her thumbs even found their way towards the small man’s dips in his hips while the rest of her fingers kept working their magic.
Abner lost it. He fell forward into his own lap, effectively trapping Harley’s hands right where they were. His snickers shook his whole body. Loose pleads were gushing from his lips, largely silenced by his budding laughter.
“Someone’s a little tickle bug,” Harley cooed, wrestling her hands free but not without landing some more pokes along the dots covering Abner’s back as he recovered.
Abner remained totally hunched over, catching his breath. His insides were bubbly again. And he knew it wasn’t from the parasite eating him alive.
Blinking his teary-from-laughter eyes open, Abner slowly righted himself in his seat. His deep brown eyes were trained on Harley’s knee but he slowly lifted them up. He shut them once more with a prepping wince before opening them again. He looked right at Harley’s brilliantly beaming face and he found himself smiling no longer from the tickling she inflicted on him. He then looked towards Bloodsport, then Nanaue, then Cleo. They were all smiling at him in one way or another.
“Heh,” he let out a happy breath, sucking it back in when he glanced Harley’s way again.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, bashful again but happy.
“Anytime, Abby,” Harley pinched his cheek affectionately.
No more mother for right now. Not one of them was. His friends were all beautiful and handsome and cool. He could look them in the eyes now, that’s for sure.
Notes: So I told myself I wasn’t going to write Beastars fanfiction, but I’m weak, and so here this is.
Summary: When Legoshi happens upon Louis after club, the other makes an interesting discovery about the wolf.
had a habit of staying later in the theater room after drama club, reveling in
the silence and absence of his peers. Not that he didn’t enjoy his classmates
company, but it was nice to not have to live in the shadow of being a wolf for
a few moments. Alone he could be Legoshi, the high school senior, who liked to
read manga and eat egg sandwiches. Not a monster to be feared or admired.
last thing he expected to find upon pushing open the doors was Louis, standing
silently on the stage and staring off in the opposite direction. He was
murmuring lines under his breath, not even glancing down at the script in his
hands. He hadn’t appeared to have noticed the other’s presence, and Legoshi
considered just leaving and letting him continue in peace.
Legoshi had never been good at subtlety. As he attempted to back out quietly,
he accidentally bumped into a set prop, knocking it over with a loud clattering.
Louis startled at the sudden noise, whirling around to face the other. His
script was held out in an instinctive protective stance, though what defense it
would have provided, Legoshi wasn’t sure.
lowered it when he noticed who it was. “Oh. Legoshi. What are you doing here?”
Masterfully combining several prompts at once like a boss! It helps that so many people wanted a Kuroo/Kenma fic with lee Kenma. This shy boy is so cute! Enjoy! ^^
7. “Don’t look at me like that!” “Like
what?” “Like you’re going to…do something!”
3. “Don’t do that, I’m ticklish!”
10. “I’m not going to do anything.” “Then why
are you smirking?”
19. “I see that smile. Come on, laugh!”
27. “You haven’t said stop this whole time.
Do you like this?”
28. “I guess I’m going to have to punish you…”
You’ll notice for some of the numbered prompts I didn’t use the exact quote, but a variation thereof. This was to help prevent repetitiveness as well as maintain believable story flow. They’re still in the fic, just perhaps not word for word.
“All right, Kenma,” Kuroo said, stepping
into the gym where his friend was waiting for him. “Meeting’s over. We can go.”
Kenma hummed in response, shutting off
his game and putting it into his bag. He’d been passing the time so well he
didn’t even realize how late it had gotten. Kuroo felt bad for making him wait
when he really didn’t even need to; the setter could have gone on without him.
But at the same time, he was grateful to have someone to walk home with at this
time of night after a long captain’s meeting.
Kenma grabbed his oversized red sweatshirt and
threw it over his head, then picked up his backpack, turning to face his taller
“Oh, wait,” Kuroo said, reaching forward
to grab at the fabric and tug it down. “It’s a little crooked.”
To his surprise, Kenma gasped and twisted
away. “Don’t do that,” he murmured, and Kuroo swore he saw his friend’s cheeks
turn pink. “I’m ticklish.”
Kuroo blinked, surprised, then smiled.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
Together they shut off the lights in the
gym, locked the doors behind them, and began to make their way off campus. It
wasn’t until they were a good distance from the school that Kuroo glanced
sideways at his shorter friend, who looked as tired of life as he always did.
Something in the back of his mind kept nagging him. He replayed the moment he’d
fussed with the sweatshirt in his mind. He hadn’t even touched Kenma directly;
where had that strong reaction come from?
“So,” he said after a moment’s
contemplation, breaking the silence, “you’re ticklish?”
Kenma didn’t reply, but again Kuroo
thought he saw the slightest flicker in his expression. Interesting. Having been friends with the silent boy as long as he
had, he’d gotten pretty good at picking up on the subtle differences in vibes
he gave off. He could tell when Kenma had an opinion he was too afraid to
share, when he was annoyed by his teammates, and even when he was secretly
excited about something. But this vibe was different somehow. It wasn’t easy to
get a good read on.
He decided to proceed with caution, even
as he sneakily reached down to poke Kenma’s side, testing his reaction.
Again a gasp, and Kenma took a hopping
step to the side, out of his reach. His amber eyes looked up at him, but again,
the captain couldn’t discern the exact emotion behind them. “Kuroo.”
“What? I’m not going to do anything.”
“Then why are you smirking?”
Kuroo hadn’t even known he was smirking. “Sorry, it’s just – how
have we known each other all these years and I didn’t know you were ticklish?”
Kenma broke their gaze. “It probably
never crossed your mind.”
He was right. For as much as he tried to
get Kenma to break out of his comfort zone, Kuroo knew his friend had limits
and really was very shy. He preferred to remain quiet most of the time, and the
captain had never thought to change that about him. He was quiet, but he was
also highly observant, and that made him not only a great volleyball player,
but a wonderful friend as well. Kenma could pick up on Kuroo’s subtle changes
in mood better than he himself could sometimes.
The setter spoke up again, albeit quieter
than before. “Don’t look at me like
“Huh? Like what?” Again, Kuroo hadn’t
even realized he was looking at him in a particular way.
“Like you’re going to…” Kenma trailed
off, taking the slightest step further away from him. “…do something.”
Kuroo hesitated. That step away was
obvious, but the reason was not. He legitimately couldn’t tell if Kenma was
uncomfortable, or if he wanted him to
do something. He knew outright asking would get him nowhere. The setter was
really good at clamming up when he felt awkward, and one vibe he was picking up
on right now was an awkward one.
Deciding he needed to be bold, Kuroo
suddenly reached out and snatched Kenma’s arm, whirling him around to face him
and make eye contact. Kenma’s gaze met his for only a second, but it was
enough. Kuroo almost couldn’t believe the excited shine he saw there.
“Do you want me to do something?” he asked, his voice teasing now.
“Something specific? Perhaps related to this conversation?”
Color blossomed in the setter’s cheeks.
He kept his eyes downcast. Said nothing.
“Kenma…” Kuroo grabbed his friend’s side
and squeezed once. “I asked you a question.”
Kenma let out a little huff of air – not
quite a giggle, nowhere near a laugh, but a reaction nonetheless – and started
to step back again.
Kuroo tightened his grip and pulled him
closer. “Not going to answer me? That’s not a very nice thing to do. I’ll have
to punish you for that, you know.”
Kenma made a little noise in the back of
his throat and started to twist away, but Kuroo pulled him even closer and
trapped him in a bear hug, the setter’s back against his chest. If he’d wanted
to get away – if he’d wanted to be left alone – he would have said or done
something by now. His silence was telling enough on its own.
“I think,” Kuroo said, gradually worming
one hand down to Kenma’s ribs, “I should put my new knowledge to good use. What
about you? Anything to say?” He curled his fingers and dug in through the thick
fabric of the sweater. “No? Then don’t mind if I do.”
Once again there was a little gasp, and
Kenma started wriggling in his arms, hands reaching to grab onto his wrist
“Yes?” This sweater was really in the way,
but the captain pushed through it. “Feel like talking now?”
“H-Haah!” Kenma bit his lip and shook his
head, his lips wobbling as he fought back a grin. “Ah! Kuroo!”
“I see that smile!” Kuroo exclaimed
playfully, finally giving up on tickling through the sweater and sliding his
hand under it to make contact with bare skin. “Come on, laugh!”
The skin-to-skin touch was way more
effective, as Kenma sputtered and started writhing more, soft snickers escaping
“Yeees? You keep saying my name, but then
you don’t communicate with me.” Kuroo was grinning now, too, and he prodded his
fingers into the grooves of the setter’s ribs. “Don’t be such a tease, Kenma.”
“Ahahaha!” Kenma choked on a laugh, his
arms flailing as his body arched away from the captain’s. “Y-You’re the
“If all you do is say my name without
further communication, there are going to be consequences.” Kuroo’s fingers
slid down to the hem of his friend’s jeans, teasing the hip. “Something you’d
like to tell me?”
This time the sound that escaped the
setter was nothing less than a squeal, and bright, bubbly giggles started to pour
from his mouth as he twisted even more. “Ehehehehehehe! Kuroo, plehehease!”
Please. A word he never heard from his quiet,
shy friend. Kuroo beamed. “Anything you’d like to admit, perhaps? Hmm? You
haven’t told me to stop yet. Do you maybe…” He found the hipbone and pinched,
enjoying the shriek that he got in response. “…like this? Do you like being
“Kurohohohohohoo!” This time his name
came out as a desperate, breathy giggle, and Kenma managed to twist himself
around enough that the captain could see his wide smile, scrunched up nose and
eyes, and pink cheeks. “P-Please, I-aiehehehehehehehe!”
“Do you like this, Kenma~?”
The setter whimpered. “I cahahahahan’t
“That’s fine.” Kuroo smiled, his heart
swelling at how adorable his friend was being right now. “You can just nod.
That’s all I need.”
Kenma whined again, but after a moment
managed a brief nod in the midst of his giggling, and with that, Kuroo tackled
him into the grass and slipped both hands under his red sweatshirt, scribbling
wildly from his ribs to his belly to his hips. Kenma shrieked with giggles,
curling up instinctively and rolling around as the sensations shocked his
nervous system, but he never once protested the way their night was suddenly
Kuroo laughed with him, deciding to
experiment further by shoving his hands all the way up to Kenma’s underarms.
throwing his head back and curling up even more and kicking his legs wildly and
shoving his arms down protectively and letting his laughter burst out of him
loudly, uncontrollably, unabashedly, and Kuroo could not get enough of it.
He quickly moved to straddle his hips,
keeping his hands firmly in the hollows of the setter’s underarms, scribbling,
digging, swirling, and everything in between. “Oh, yes. I like this side of you, Kenma!”
“KUROHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!” Kenma cried, lost
in hysterics, but still not protesting or even really fighting back.
Kuroo sighed dramatically. “Didn’t I just
say there would be consequences if you kept saying my name and nothing else?
Really, Kenma. What am I going to do with you?”
The answer was simple, really. He was
going to keep tickling, and keep teasing, and keep watching his friend’s face
contort with uncontrollable happiness as loud, bubbly, and decidedly
un-Kenma-like laughter filled the late night air for a long, long time.
And Kuroo – like Kenma – would enjoy
every minute of it.
prompt: one character knows how to read their partner like an open book so can totally tell when the other is in a ler mood even when they’re denying it, maybe with the line “oh hush, you know there’s no point in lying to me anymore” (or something along those lines)? dealer’s choice for fandom!
I don’t even remember how old these prompts are at this point, thank you for being so patient all this time lol. Hope you enjoy this!!
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Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt
Word Count: 2308
Summary: Geralt’s in a bit of a mood, and Jaskier thinks it’ll be a bit fun to tease him. He doesn’t account for the way Geralt teases him back once he finally convinces Geralt to give in and tickle him.
Jaskier liked to think he knew Geralt pretty well, after all these years.
He knew what each particular furrow of Geralt’s brow meant. He knew how to translate each and every hum and grunt. He knew how to measure the tenseness in Geralt’s shoulders, in Geralt’s jaw, in Geralt’s fingers. He knew exactly how Geralt liked his hair played with, and what scents Geralt preferred in his baths.
So, after well over a decade of learning to read him, Jaskier thought he knew Geralt rather well. And he was pretty certain he was right about what was plaguing Geralt, now. Twitching fingers, shifting eyes, hungry gazes. The fact that he couldn’t look away every time Jaskier had stretched so far (and maybe he had started doing it on purpose, just a little bit. Sue him, he liked feeling Geralt’s eyes on him, and the added element of teasing was just a plus).
Geralt seemed to be in quite the mood. Of course, Geralt nearly always seemed like he was in some sort of mood, with his scowling and his growling and his generally aggressive nature, but this was quite the different mood.
Geralt wanted someone squirming beneath those twitching fingers, squealing and giggling with abandon. He wanted to pin someone to the ground and draw out every mirthful sound they were capable of. He wanted to bury those fingers into someone’s flesh until they pleaded for mercy.
And luckily for him, Jaskier was more than happy to oblige.
hi, for the ficlets if you are still taking them 9 and 14 maybe with bucky and sam.
thank you and hope your day is going well
Okay I REALLY got carried away with this one.
9. “I know a way to make you smile!”
14. “I don’t giggle.”
“Buck. Smile for the goddamn picture.” Sam leans away from the tripod to scowl. It’s humid as hell out, and really, he’s just trying to look out for his pasty-ass partner before the mosquitos eat him alive.
“I am smiling!” Bucky tries to help his case with a ‘smile’, but it’s definitely more of a wobbly grimace.
“You look like a second-grader on picture day. Smile for real.” Sam looks through the eye of the camera again and Bucky gives a somehow worse grimace–he genuinely looks in pain. Sam sucks his teeth and fixes Buck with a hard stare.
I'm not sure if you are still doing the sentence prompts, but if you are, can you please do 22 and/or 26 with lee Bruce and whatever ler you feel like?
Bless your heart anon. I am still accepting sentence prompts if anyone is interested!!
“What do you think you’re dOHOING!” “Please not there!”
“What do you think you’re dOHOING!” Bruce’s question started with a forced calmness, but he snapped his mouth shut after the first few surprised laughs were drawn out of him. He was facedown on one of the sparring mats, arms twisted behind himself and locked in a steely grip.
“Clark.” Bruce growled, gritting his teeth as Clark squeezed up and down his vulnerable right side.
“Something wrong Bruce?” Clark asked, as though he wasn’t sitting on Bruce’s ass to keep him in place as he jabbed wiggling fingers into Bruce’s ribcage.
“We—We’re sup–supposed–” Bruce kept cutting himself off when he felt a laugh coming, as if doing so would somehow trick Clark into thinking this wasn’t affecting him. “–tobe-ha-nono-hmmmph-” He was now taking to burying his face into the mat so Clark wouldn’t see the smile helplessly taking over. “–sparing.” He squeaked the last word out, closing his eyes as he felt a blush spreading across his cheeks.
“We are.” Clark agreed, endlessly amused at Bruce’s attempts to stop his reactions. “But you were being a snarky jerk,” Clark accented that with two quick squeezes to Bruce’s side, relishing in the muffled laugh it got him. “So I thought I should teach you a lesson.”
You know that little voice in your brain that tells you to stop talking when you’re being an idiot? Yeah, Bruce never listens to that little voice.
“This is what happens when you ask if that’s how they do it in Kansas every time I pull a punch.”
“Oh come on!” Bruce protested, flinching when Clark squeezed a spot low on his side. “Th-hah-that was funny!”
Clark let out a “hmph” before launching a full scale attack on Bruce. He let go of his arms so he could use both hands, easily dodging Bruce’s weak attempts to shield himself from the attack. Deciding to start from the top and work his way down, Clark buried his hands in Bruce’s armpits and wiggled his fingers wildly.
“Sh-hihihihihi-shit!” Bruce broke immediately, all bravado gone as his scratchy laughter filled the room. “Ge-hehehehe-get ohohohohoh–off!” He laughed, arms glued to his sides as he tried to squeeze Clark’s hands out. That only forced the wiggling fingers in deeper, but Bruce couldn’t control his reactions as he laughed helplessly.
“Is this how they do it in Gotham, Brucie?” Clark teased, easily slipping his hands out of Bruce’s armpits after a few minutes in favor of pinching at his muscled sides.
“Fu-hahaha-fuck off.” Bruce laughed, kicking his feet against the mat in a vein attempt to gain traction and get away. Of course, he didn’t budge.
Clark tsk’d as he wiggled his fingers over Bruce’s back. Bruce’s body seized up as goosebumps raised along his arms, and he quickly broke out into panicked giggles. “Oh wow.” Clark laughed, dancing his fingers in a random pattern across Bruce’s muscled back. “This is a good spot, huh?”
“De-hehehe-define good.” How Bruce was still keeping track of Clark’s taunts, let alone replying to them, was a mystery. “Ihihihihi-if you don’t st-haha–*Snort*”
“OhMyGod.” Clark was digging into the backs of Bruce’s ribs, watching happily as Bruce squirmed and practically cackled beneath him. He froze when he reached Bruce’s bottom ribs and the man snorted.
“Clark!” Bruce probably meant to growl, but it sounded more like a whine. He was sucking in air during this quick reprieve, but Clark quickly snapped out of it.
“Do that again!” Clark grinned, pinching around the same spot he had been teasing a minute ago.
“Do n-ahahaha–*Snort*-” Bruce couldn’t help himself as Clark found his sweet spot and started tormenting it, drawing out wild laughter and snorts from a beet-red Bruce.
“Hey,” Clark laughed when Bruce brought his arms up to cover his head so Clark couldn’t see his bright red cheeks. “None of that.” He chastised, burying his hands in Bruce’s armpits again and causing his arms to shoot down to his sides out of reflex. “Besides, I have x-ray vision, genius.”
“Enou-hahahaha-enough!” Bruce laughed as Clark plucked up and down his ribs, as though his arms weren’t there at all.
“Have you learned your lesson?” A brilliant idea struck Clark, and he took this opportunity to see if Bruce’s neck was as ticklish as his ribs were.
Bruce squealed. His shoulders scrunched up even as he clamped his hands around his own neck to protect it from Clark’s wandering fingers.
“Holy. Shit.” Bruce couldn’t see Clark’s face, but he could just imagine the look on it, and it made his heart stutter before kicking into overdrive.
“Clark, no.” Bruce warned, nervous laughter rising even though Clark’s not touching him.
“No?” Clark asks, hands now covering Bruce’s own. It was a good thing Bruce couldn’t see the mad grin on Clark’s face. It would have sent a lesser man running. “You haven’t learned your lesson?” He asked as he gently-but-firmly started pulling Bruce’s fingers away.
“I have!” Bruce protested, nervous laughter bubbling to the surface as Clark pulled his right hand away from his neck. “I’m sorry.” He insisted as his left hand was also pulled away. “Clark, come on don’t–no!” He squeaked and did a full-body flinch when Clark’s hand brushed past his left ear.
Bruce also froze.
Both men were still for a moment, before Clark attacked.
“Pl-hehehehehehehehe-ase!!!” Bruce cackled, dignity forgotten as Clark lightly scratched at the shell of either ear. “Ple-hehehe-ease not th-hahahahaha-there! Ahahahaha-anywhere else!!”
Well, what kind of a friend would Clark be if he didn’t accept that invitation?
Hey, um, is it alright if I asked for a link to that episode of ticklish James, please? I currently can't find it lol. And I don't remember the episode, bit way back in the original anime, James got tickled by his Growlithe from.tickly kisses and it was so cuuuute! 🥺
Of course anon!
The scene I was talking about in the tags was in this episode where he gets tickled by a Kabuto:
Sending the wandavision ask again: 1Wanda 2Vision 3Ribs
Vision was intoxicated by Wanda’s laugh, so it was a shame that he wasn’t very funny. Sure he did funny things that made her laugh, but it was due to his adorable cluelessness about certain things rather than his sense of humor.
But he had an ace up his sleeve so to speak; he grinned as he walked up behind her and rest his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. She relaxed into the touch and hummed, lulled into a false sense of security.
That’s when he strikes, worming his fingers into the spaces between her ribs. She snorts loudly, taken aback by the playful assault, and falls into laughter. She grabs for his hands, but he dodges every attempt, scratching up and down her rib cage. He may not be a “funny” man, but he knows how to make his wife laugh
Summary: In his commitment to restlessness, Anakin discovers something about Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan can’t let him get away with that, of course.
Anon: Hi I don’t know if you’re taking prompts at the moment but would you consider writing a fic where Obi wan is tickling anakin, maybe where it’s during the clone wars and anakin is being restless and teasing Obi wan so he decides to put him in his place?? Or something obviously if you’re not taking prompts don’t worry! But if you’re that would be really cute
Do not tag this as ship. Don’t do it.
Anakin had a critical inability to stay still, Obi-Wan noticed. He had become calmer and more focused under his wing, sure, but he was restless to his very core. Other Jedi masters would certainly have found his fidgeting to be a nuisance, something to be expunged–Obi-Wan saw it as human. For the things they’d seen and had to do, a little humanity was very welcome.
For the three sentence fic can I request black widow?
Spot: ribs (or whatever you think would fit best :) )
Yelena didn’t trust the look on Natasha’s face, hated it in fact. “What?” she snapped, though really it was just her nerves making her defensive. Natasha smirked as she poked her ribs and grinned wider as she flinched and grabbed her wrist.
“Still ticklish I see,” she said smugly, to which Yelena replied, “Don’t.” They stated at each other for a tense moment before springing into action, and the younger sister found herself pinned on the couch.
“I haven’t heard that laugh in a while, let’s change that,” Natasha said, not giving her a chance to protest before she started playing her ribs like a piano.
(a/n): Mobius has made the list into top fav characters. Owen Wilson is just *chefs kiss*. enjoy this little ficlet… to be continued…? :-)
It’s hard to get a read on Loki’s boundaries.
Mobius is a friendly guy, what can he say– little pokes and pats here and there tend to loosen people up, get them open, get them talking. He’s no chatty Kathy, that’s for sure, but it’s nice to be able to maneuver socializations with some semblance of grace, and even nicer to smooth it over with a good ol’ pat to the back. But Loki isn’t exactly open to the idea of touch, which honestly isn’t that surprising to literally anyone, and that can often lead to little awkward moments here and there where Mobius has to remind himself to take a step back and take it one conversation at a time.
…But. It’s just. Loki has this killer sense of humor, right, and he’s charming and intelligent and conversation comes so easy that it’s incredibly difficult to remember to keep himself reined in. To take it one conversation at a time. It’s dizzying to be the only one in the entire department who can elicit positive responses from Loki, God of Mischief (and yeah, okay, sue him if he has a little bit of a massive, interruptive crush). Ravonna had told him going into this case, after all that he had a soft spot for broken things, but Mobius likes to think of it as more than that. Mobius just likes to think that he can give good things to people. That he can do something as simple as touch, and that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Everyone’s already gone to bed, now, but he’s perched in the library, restless and twitching for something to do. To contribute to. The stacks of files mock him from his cubicle, even from so far away, but hell if he wants to touch that thing with a ten foot pole. The sight of another manila folder right now might actually be the thing to drive him over the edge and prune himself, for Pete’s sake.
“Insomniatic, are we?” comes a familiar voice.
“Hm,” Mobius sighs. He doesn’t turn to face him yet. “Pot meet kettle.”
“I haven’t the foggiest what that means.”
Mobius glances over, then, and can’t help but smile a little. “Hey there, Loki.”
“Evening,” Loki says, curtly. His hands are clasped behind his back. “Or, morning, more like.”
“Time doesn’t really work like that–”
“–down in the TVA, I know.” Loki sits down with an impatient huff; one that Mobius knows well, now. “I’m beginning to suspect the ‘T’ in ‘TVA’ might stand for ‘tedious’.”
Mobius chuckles, takes the bait. “And the ‘V’?”
“‘Obviously’,” Mobius repeats, mimicking Loki’s posh accent. It’s a terrible impression, but it gets a smile/grimace out of Loki, so it counts for something. He adds, “Vendettas sound more like your area, pal.”
Loki rolls his eyes. “Vendettas are for children.”
“F’course they are,” he murmurs, feeling the affection within him swell to proportions that threaten to burst. Loki glances over at him, looking wary, and Mobius holds his gaze, smiling, warm and fuzzy and everything all nice. “What’re you doing up, anyway? Looking for something to corrupt?”
Loki leans forwards to rest his forearms on his knees, staring straight ahead. “Looks like I found my target.”
Mobius barks a genuine laugh, one that seems to startle the other. “You couldn’t corrupt me if you tried.”
Loki turns to smile thinly. “You underestimate me,” he says.
“Nah.” He has a glint in his eye, now, he just knows it. “I think you underestimate me, though.”
“I don’t plan on making it a habit,” Loki admits, breaking their gaze. Mobius grins, reaches out to prod him in the ribs–
Quick as lightning, Loki’s hand snaps up to intercept the contact, gripping Mobius’ index finger with the kind of furious strength that frankly isn’t needed. Show off.
Interestingly enough, beneath all that anger and fanfare, Loki looks caught out, like he’s just played his cards at the wrong time.
A ticklish show off.
“Touch me again without warning and I will tear you limb from limb,” he hisses, all sharp teeth and dark eyes. The effect is undermined when he begins to try to scoot away on the library bench, hand still clamped around Mobius’ offending finger.
“Ho-ly shit,” Mobius gapes, and he knows his genuine delight in the face of Loki’s fury is thick in his voice when he continues, incredulous, “You’re ticklish?”
“What?” Loki squints. His grip around Mobius’ finger tightens, and he looks like he knows he’s fucked Oh, this is good. “No.”
“Yes!” Mobius laughs, bouncing his legs up and down in pure, uncontained glee. This is the best damn thing to have happened since sliced bread, honestly, might even top the invention of motorized vehicles. “Yes, you totally are!”
The beginnings of a flush of shame are beginning to creep up Loki’s neck, curling him inwards and away from Mobius’ obvious, blatant delight in such a humiliating discovery. But hell, if that ain’t just the darndest thing– Loki, God of Mischief, friend of fuckin’ Mobius, ticklish.
“This is just– oh, this is gold. You know I can’t just let this one slide, right?” he grins. Loki eyes his trapped finger with mounting dread. “You know I have to investigate, as an analyst.”
Loki sputters, fighting for purchase.
“Mobius– no– if you even think about touching me I will–”
“You’re fighting a losing battle here, friend,” Mobius chuckles, and even quicker than lightning, strikes with his free hand.
Everything on Loki is lean and pale and very accessible through the polyester and denim TVA prisoner uniform– Mobius’ hand finds home in the shape of a claw at Loki’s ribs, and Loki, holy hell, Loki.
“Oh, shit–” Mobius grunts, nerves alight with glee as he tries to chase the wriggling fish of a man with his hand–
“LET GO OF ME,” Loki bellows, wiggling like one of those pretty hula ornaments. “YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER IMBECILIC CHILD, LET GO–”
“Keep your voice down, Hollering Hank, you’ll wake the whole unit up,” Mobius chides, grinning like a little boy on Christmas. He jabs quickly at Loki’s sides as he says it, and Loki’s legs spasm upwards with it.
“I’m barely even trying to fight you, here!” Mobius laughs, trying in vain to free his other hand from Loki’s grip as he chases more spasmic reactions, maybe even laughter if he could get in there for long en–
“Oof,” he says instead, upon receiving the gift of Loki’s fist to the sternum.
He immediately flies backwards, sliding with emphasis to the other side of the bench; Loki is standing up in a flash, crimson as the dawn. Now ain’t that something, he thinks, coughing around the empty space in his lungs.
“You are pathetic,” he spits, dusting off his clothing. “A child.”
“You just punched me!” Mobius protests, laughing breathlessly.
“It was self-defense!” he cries. “A warranted attack!”
“You’re a… warranted attack,” Mobius retorts cleverly, preoccupied with staring at the flush set high on Loki’s cheekbones, visible in the darkness of the library. “…You’re also blushing like a bride.”
“Oh, fuck off, will you,” Loki groans, turning on his heel (drama queen that he is).
“C’mon, now, Loki,” Mobius calls after him with a laugh as he marches away, head held high. “It’s just a little tickling!” Loki offers no retort, but Mobius likes to imagine that he can see the tips of his ears go pink, then, too.
A/N: prompt by @killeralex16 , thankies! This is my very first fic with these two, and I looove this ship^^ Hope you like it!
Summary: Lev finds out that Yaku has a fear of heights, and discovers even more when he tries to help him get over this: the tiny guy is ticklish!
Warnings: lots of fluff, tummy tickles + kissing/licking ^///^
Word Count: 1691
“BOoyaaaa!” Kuroo’s loud yelling voice echoed through the gymnasium as he bent his head between Kenma’s legs, grabbed him and hoisted him up on his shoulders.
Kenma didn’t even react, since he was focused on his game, and he dryly kept smashing the buttons while Kuroo ran around with him on his shoulders.
“That’s what happens when you bring that thing in here Kenma!” Kuroo said, and he childishly carried the setter around.
“That looks like fun!” Lev said, and he looked at Yaku who was busy drinking water and having a conversation with Yamamoto.
“Booyaaaaa!” Lev copied his captain, and he did the same. Diving between Yaku’s legs and bringing him up in the air as he forced him on his shoulders.
The water bottle fell to the floor, and the poor libero let out what sounded like the most horrified scream any Nekoma player had ever heard. Everyone watched how the tiny guy hysterically gripped Lev’s hair and pulled while he almost lost his balance, making the latter scream as well.
Kuroo shook his head at the chaos and finally let Kenma down, changing from a kid into a dad in the split of a second. He walked up to the first year who was struggling to keep his balance with a hysterical Yaku on his shoulders, and he quickly grabbed Yaku’s leg to keep him from falling off.
“Come on Lev, let the poor guy down. Everyone knows how Yaku hates heights,” he sighed, and Lev quickly nodded and bent down so Kuroo could help the petrified brunet reunite with the floor. Yaku scurried away and glared angrily at Lev without saying a word.
“He does? I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Lev said, and he shrugged casually. Poor Yaku. Being so tiny and hating heights? He was missing out on such a beautiful thing!
“Hey, Yaku-san!” Lev said, for maybe the 30th time. All along during the cleaning, Yaku had ignored him stubbornly, but Lev wasn’t planning to leave it like that. Just as the others left the gymnasium all together, he blocked Yaku’s way and crossed his arms.
“Ya-ku-san!” he said, and his tiny senpai glared at him, trying to make his way past him.
“We will lock the gymnasium!” Lev called out to the others.
“No wait! I -” Yaku yelled, but outside the sound of keys being dropped by the door was heard, and the noises slowly faded away. They all left! Yaku sighed and looked up at the taller guy, tapping his foot in annoyance.
“Look, I really am sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you’re afraid heights. I could help you with that,” Lev said, patting his own head.
“No thanks, I don’t need your help. I’m fine. Heights just suck,” Yaku sighed, pushing the taller guy away.
“Oh come on, Yaku-san! Don’t be so boring, you really don’t know what you’re missing!” Lev said, allowing Yaku to pass him, and he followed him.
“Nothing at all! I really don’t neeee-aaaahh!” Yaku yelped when he was suddenly scooped up from the floor, bridal style this time. He kicked his legs and gripped the first thing he could reach for balance (Lev’s hair again) while he screamed in protest.
“P-put me down!” he said, struggling and kicking, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Come on Yaku-san! Open your eyes, the gymnasium looks so wide from up here!” Lev said, tightening his grip on the tiny libero to ensure him of his safety.
“Nooo! Put me d-aahahaha no!” Lev stared down at his senpai in surprise when Yaku’s frantic protests and screams turned to loud giggles.
“You like it after all?” he asked the giggling libero, and he shut one eye when Yaku’s grip on his hair grew even tighter.
“Eeehehehe nohoho y-your hahahand! Y-your hand! Put it a-away!” Yaku laughed, too scared to let go of Lev’s head to fight off the hand that was positioned on his ticklish tummy.
“Huh? This hand?” For confirmation, Lev squeezed a little, eliciting even louder laughs from Yaku. Lev then slowly began to smile widely, and he wiggled his fingers.
I watched a certain movie for the first time a little while back and now he’s all I’m thinkin abt,, 😔💕✨
#y’all are a lot stronger than me😭 #I tried to speed run the movie to find the scene and when it got to the taffy pit thing I lost my mind that shit was so scary #however the scene was cute so it was worth it gjdjfjd #god this movie must’ve been a nightmare to animate that was insane #raggedy ann and andy #tickle art