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Thank you dear sweet Shy Anon for this request. I struggled with this one, but I think it turned out okay. 💕💕
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This is my first Dr. Strange fic. I hope you all enjoy it❤️
Please Note: I took a look at my upcoming fic list and wanted to let you all know I am planning on opening my prompt list in the near future! I hope to write a couple more fics, and then I will happily open my box again. 💕🥳 I just request that for future requests, y’all try to be as specific as you can to make it a little easier for me to write. Thank you all❤️❤️
Warnings: SFW tickle fic. Mild swearing
Words: 3771 Ler Dr. Strange/ Lee Reader
Spellcaster Supreme!
“Please!” You begged with the biggest puppy eye look you could muster.
Dr. Strange didn’t even miss a beat.
“No, not happening”.
“Ugh! You are the worst you know that!?”
You groaned out as you ran down the hall to catch up with Strange.
Hearing this, Strange turned to look at you, rolled his eyes, and then continued down the long hall.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days. While I’m gone, I expect you to read these books and practice these spells”
Dr.Strange had opened up a portal right above your head and books were threatening to fall onto your head. You quickly extended your arms and caught the huge stack of ancient textbooks which would now become your best friend for the few days while Strange was gone.
“If you have any questions, go find Wong. And don’t touch anything in the glass cases. Tempting as they may be, just don’t. I don’t want to come back with you missing your soul or something.”
You nodded and placed the huge stack of books on the ground. Before you could respond, Dr.Strange had made a portal with his sling ring and disappeared into what looked like the Sahara Desert.
You sighed, picked up the heavy books, and wandered off to the library to study. At least Wong would keep you company.
****
You had been living at Kamar-Taj for a little over a year now. Dr. Strange had taken you under his wing after finding you living homeless on the streets in New York. Apparently, you had magic flowing through your veins that was remarkably unstable. Dr. Strange told you he had felt the energy as he walked by you begging on the street corner. This magic had been hidden from you for your whole life, and honestly, you were very skeptical. But, you were promised food, shelter, and safety so you didn’t even hesitate to follow the man to the New York Sanctum.
Once inside, you were intrigued by all the fascinating ancient artifacts that littered the place. Strange runes and symbols were etched on the walls and suddenly you felt as if your body was pulsing.
You felt fear take over as you soon realized this could be a trap or this man was trying to get you to join a weird cult.
As if Dr. Strange could read your mind, he sat you down and explained the truth behind the magic and what Kamar-Taj really was like. He showed you his shaking hands that could barely button his jacket let alone perform any type of surgery.
Witnessing his vulnerability, you decided you were interested in learning more. Strange created a portal and soon you were living at Kamar-Taj.
After a few lessons, it was no secret you were very talented. Strange and Wong took it upon themselves to train you personally. The first time you slipped on a sling ring, you were able to conjure up a Mirror dimension, which was terrifying. Wong and Strange were impressed and soon you essentially became his apprentice.
Although Strange was in charge of the New York Sanctum, you spent most of your time in Kamar-Taj. The training facilities were much more advanced, and any mistake you made would most likely not hurt anyone.
Even with your hidden talents, you struggled immensely with controlling spells, especially during combat.
You appreciated Strange because even though he was a sarcastic hard-ass, he was very patient with you. Probably one of the reasons the two of you got along so well was the fact that you were both stubborn, sarcastic, and prideful.
After a while, his patience and stubbornness were kind of getting on your nerves.
He treated you as if he was your helicopter parent. Whenever he traveled or met with the Avengers, you were forced to stay behind and study or train with Wong.
As your powers started to become more advanced, you started to become more sneaky and sassy. Wong joked that your sarcasm and mischievous ways were so similar to Dr.Strange, that you would have to be really careful not to set him off. Dr. Strange was a very prideful sorcerer, and it didn’t take you long to learn the consequences of messing with him.
***
When you arrived at the library, you purposely slammed your books on the table to make a point of your frustration. Wong was the only other person in the room and sometimes you just felt like being dramatic. When he heard the slam, he peeked over at you, rolled his eyes, and went back to reading.
Not wanting to be ignored, you sighed louder than any normal person would, slowly pulled your chair out so it would screech, and then aggressively opened one of the books.
You knew Wong didn’t want to be involved with your drama, but he cared for you and always wanted to make sure you were okay.
“Alright. Enough with the slamming. This is a library you know. What happened?”
You heard Wong's quiet footsteps as he made his way over to your table.
“Have you ever heard of the term “Helicopter Parent”?” You asked.
Wong carefully took off his glasses.
“I am familiar with the term. Why?”
“Oh come on Wong. You know Strange likes to baby me. I know I’m still learning, but I won’t be able to learn about magic in real time if I never leave this damn place!”
Wong smiled at you.
“Look Y/N. Strange will eventually let you travel with him. He just wants to keep you safe. He recognizes your talent and wants to make sure you can control your powers first. Maybe you just need to prove that to him.”
You nodded.
“I guess you’re right Wong. The only time he takes me seriously is when I prove my worth. Or when I tease him. He’s always the one who gives me sass. About time he got a taste of his own medicine. That will get his attention. Have any tips on how to annoy him?”
Wong chuckled and nodded.
“I have an idea or two. But you didn’t hear them from me. Also, I will warn you, Strange is quite keen on revenge. If you push him too far, he will hunt you down and get payback.”
You noticed that when Wong spoke, he blushed a little.
“I’m not scared of being forced into Astral Projection or being locked in the supply closet again. What’s the worst he would do?”
Wong chuckled nervously.
“All I’m saying is be careful. Strange has a very special way of putting people in their place.”
You pushed away the feelings of uncertainty and listened to Wong's ideas. Part of you feared what Strange was capable of, but the other part was curious. Once a plan was in place, you raced off to your room and waited for Strange to return.
****
You were sitting in the lounge at the New York Sanctum when Strange came back. You had to admit, portals were a pretty awesome way to travel. You heard the crackle of the magic and soon the sound of heavy footfalls entering the room.
“Nice of you to come back” you snipped as Strange entered the room. You noticed he was slightly sunburned from his time in the sun, and he also looked a little pissed off.
“Nice to see your mood hasn’t changed. Did you get those books read?”
You nodded and took a sip of your tea.
“Yup. I actually read all of them in one day.” You sassed.
Strange summoned a glass of water.
“Did you practice the spells too?“
“Yup. They were exceptionally easy considering how I’m a better spell caster than you are. Wong said your spell work can be pretty sloppy sometimes.” You took another sip of your tea to hide your grin.
You could tell his patience was wearing thin. You felt bad for teasing him but decided he deserved it. Your relationship was built on sarcasm, and he usually was the instigator. While in the library, Wong mentioned that to get on his nerves you would have to push his buttons and attack his pride.
“I’m sorry, did someone spit in your tea? You may want to watch your tone”.
“Sorry Steve, I guess I’m just curious as to why you don’t believe me. I read the books, practiced the spells, and Wong told me I was the best.”
Strange shot you a glare and quickly snapped his fingers. Without any warning, his Cloak flew down the hallway, wrapped around your head, and dragged you up against a wall.
The Cloak was not tight enough to choke you, but it was tight enough that you couldn’t pull it off. Feeling slightly panicked, you thrashed and kicked as you tried to rip the Cloak off of your face.
“Dr. Strange get this thing off of me! No fair!!”
Your yelling was muffled by the cloak, but you knew Strange had heard you.
“Oh. Now you want my help? I thought you practiced your spells.”
Your spells. Of course! You immediately started to think of any defensive spells you could use to get out of this mess.
Then you remembered, that you could use the Tao Mandalas spell to create a shield to block the Cloak from hanging onto your head.
While still wrestling the stupid cape, you put on your sling ring and summoned a shield. You aimed it toward your face at an angle hoping to bounce the cape right off of you.
You felt the magic leave your body and soon the cloak was thrown from your body. You accidentally aimed the shields a little too close to your face and had given yourself a bloody nose, but at least you could see again.
Panting, you took off your ring and slumped next to the wall. Strange summoned you a tissue and you put it in your nose.
“What the hell was that for?” You said as you caught your breath. “I can’t believe you sicked your cape on me”.
You noticed how the cloak quickly turned around as if it would attack you again, but Strange stopped it.
“Lesson number 1. You need to be on your toes at all times. We aren’t always going to know when an attack is coming. Lesson 2. Go read your books again because your hesitation could have killed you. You are extremely smart Y/n, but had my cloak been told to choke you, you would have passed out way before you conjured up the shields. And lesson number 3.”
With this Strange squatted down to where he was inches from your face.
“Call me Steve one more time, and I promise you will regret it. Capish?”
You nodded frantically and watched as Strange left the room. But before he was out of sight, he dropped your books through a portal again.
It was at this point you realized that Strange was right. You were not ready to go out into combat. You needed to focus on your training and practice more. But, you also learned that Wong was right. Strange was fun to mess with. You were intrigued by his threat. You might as well start digging your grave now. You had to see what would happen if you called him Steve one more time.
****
You waited a few days after the Cloak incident to mess with Dr. Strange again. Part of you was hoping he would forget that he had threatened you, but at the same time, you liked poking the bear.
Leading up to this day, you had made sure that during all your training sessions, you declared yourself the “Spellcaster Supreme” just to mess with Strange. Every time you made this declaration, Strange would furrow his brow, roll his eyes, and then spit back a retort. Usually something like
“Keep telling yourself that Kid.” Or “Just wait until I teach you a lesson”.
It was all fun and games between the two of you. Your friendly bickering made training much more enjoyable.
Today, you were feeling extra sassy. You were currently blindfolded, while Dr.Strange threw water balloons at you. He claimed it was one of the better ways of teaching you to better understand your surroundings, but you knew he was just enjoying this way too much.
You had already been hit with about ten water balloons and the cold water was making you shiver.
To be honest, it was a complete accident when you said
“Knock it off Steve, I’m freaking freezing!”
The cold water, Strange's sarcasm, and your already built-up irritation caused the words to cascade out of your mouth without thinking.
The room went eerily silent. You felt as if there was power over you and you were virtually unstoppable. That was until you removed your blindfold and saw the look of pure anger on Dr. Strange’s face.
You tried to mumble out an apology, but Strange raised a hand signaling for you to stop.
“You better run. Because when I catch up to you, you will regret every sassy remark, sarcastic tone, or eye roll you have ever slandered in my direction.”
You didn’t have to be told twice. You were screwed and you knew it. You also were not sure what Dr. Strange had planned for you, but you didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.
You took off down the hallway and out of the training hall. You had no clue where you were going to hide, but that was the least of your worries right now. You about ran into Wong as you passed the library. He just chuckled and shouted after you
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
You rolled your eyes and kept moving. You turned left down a quiet corridor. If you could just make it to the end of this hall, there was an emergency exit you could escape from.
As you made your way down the long hall, you suddenly felt as if you were running uphill. You felt your feet lose grip and you frantically started slipping. You looked behind you to see a portal had been opened. That bastard! You should have realized he wouldn’t have chased after you! You thought about making your own portal, but realized you had forgotten your sling ring.
The pull of Strange’s magic kept getting stronger and stronger as the hallway kept shifting into a steeper incline. You had nothing to grab onto, so within seconds, you felt yourself fall through the portal.
At least Strange was kind enough to land you on a couch. Immediately upon landing, you saw Strange standing next to you with his arms crossed. He no longer looked angry and you could see something mischievous in his demeanor. As you tried to get up, Strange’s dreaded cloak wrapped around your wrists and pulled them above your head, effectively pinning them.
You kicked your feet at Strange as he sat down next to you on the couch, and he snickered at your miserable attempt to attack him.
“I suggest you save your energy. But don’t worry, you will be laughing and kicking in no time. Good thing I know your weakness”.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Now it all made sense. You really should have put two and two together.
****
Strange found out about your ticklishness one day during training. It was before you were given a sling ring, and you were practicing self-defense moves. Strange wanted you to learn the basics without relying on magic because at any point in time you could lose your sling ring.
You were practicing high kicks, and Strange was holding onto your sides to help you keep your balance. Unfortunately, he squeezed you a little and you squeaked.
Strange gave you an odd look, chuckled, and never brought it up again.
*****
Of course until right now. You should have known that cheeky bastard would pull a stunt like this.
Seeing you were out of options, you opted to try and talk your way out of this.
“Look, I was just frustrated and it slipped out. I will never call you Steve again I swear!”
Strange stared at you blankly.
“Do you think I’m that stupid? You have been nothing but a sassy twit since I wouldn’t let you go with me on my last trip.”
Damn. You definitely dug your grave.
“Also, if you were truly the Spellcaster Supreme, you would be able to break free from my cloak, yet here we are. Now, are you going to take your punishment like a grown-up and tell me your worst spot, or are you going to make me find it?”
Your face was red from embarrassment as Strange called you out. You should have listened to Wong. You should have minded your tongue. And well, you should have given him your worst spot upfront. But, you didn’t.
“I am not telling you that! The Spellcaster Supreme never reveals her secrets.”
Strange leaned over to where his face was only inches above yours.
“Oh. You will”.
With a snap of his fingers, the cloak pulled and twisted your arms and body to roll until you were laying on your stomach. You felt the weight of Strange as he sat on your thighs.
You instantly squeaked when he poked your sides. Strange kept poking your sides until you were no longer squeaking, but now actually giggling. His weight on your legs and back made it impossible to roll out from under him. You were stuck.
“Ohahakay, I learned myahaha lesson! You can st-Op now!!”
Strange did stop momentarily, but only so he could stop poking your sides, but to instead knead your ribcage.
Your giggling increased immediately as you started to snort occasionally.
“So Y/n. Now that I have your attention, this will all be over once you apologize for your sassy mood, tell me your worst spot, and admit I am a much better spell caster than you. Sound like a deal?”
At this point, you could barely process what Strange was saying. He had found a very sensitive spot on your lowest left rib and was lightly scratching at it, causing you to thrash as violently as you could.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you, just give me a sec to think”.
Strange ceased his tickling as you caught your breath.
“Oh-okay. Fine. I’m sorry for being in a sassy mood these past few days and I swear I will never call you Steve again. Also, you are a slightly better spell caster than me. Okay, happy now?”
Strange rolled you over to where you were laying on your back again so he could look you in the eye.
“Your forgetting something”. He stated flatly.
“I can’t remember my worst spot so.” You fibbed.
Dr. Strange cracked his knuckles dramatically.
“You do realize that whenever you lie, your nose twitches ever so slightly. It’s called a nervous tic. Maybe you should see a doctor about that. Oh, wait. There’s one right here.”
Nervously and ironically, you felt your nose twitch again.
“Well, I’m done asking nicely. I guess I’m just going to have to tickle you until I find that spot of yours. I think I’ll start up at your underarms and work my way down”.
Your eyes immediately widened.
“NO! That’s okay, you don’t have to do that!”
“Let me guess. Your worst spot is your armpits?”
“No! It’s not”.
And your nose twitched. Shit.
Strange grinned.
“I was going to go easy on you, but because you have just been so god awful stubborn, you deserve this.”
As if the cloak was not tight enough already, you felt the pressure of it pulling your arms even higher making your arms very much exposed.
You shook your head frantically and kicked your legs. You started shouting random apologies and bribes trying to stop Strange in his path. But none of it worked.
His calloused fingers made contact with the fleshy part of your upper torso right between your armpit and your upper ribs.
And you screamed out in laughter.
You were giggling maniacally as his fingers tore apart every sensitive spot on your arms and upper ribs. Strange was quick to learn that poking and prodding your taught skin made you shake uncontrollably as you pulled with all your might against the cloak.
You could feel the hot tears running down your face and the soreness of your cheeks as you continued to laugh and laugh under the ruthless, meticulous hands of Dr. Strange.
You are not sure if he felt pity for your screaming writhing form on the couch, or if he just wanted to experiment some more, you soon felt one of his hands drift back down to that spot on your lower rib.
The combination of that spot and the torture on your worst spot was unbearable.
Without much thought, you panicked and yelled out the first spell you could think of.
Immediately, all the lightbulbs in the room and hallway exploded leaving the ground littered with glass.
The cloak released your arms and flew over to where Strange was now standing.
Panting and still giggling slightly, you looked up at Strange in pure confusion.
“I was wondering how long that was going to take,” Strange said almost gleefully.
You gave him a WTF look.
“Well missy, do you remember anything from the books I gave you the other day? When a person is under extreme stress, their body can release bits of energy that can be either controlled or uncontrollable. In this case and in your ticklish panic, you controlled your inner energy and killed the lights. I was hoping you would control it and find a way to use it to disarm me, but we have a ways to go it seems.”
Your jaw dropped.
“Are you kidding me! You tickled me nearly to death just to prove whether or not I did my reading??”
Strange laughed and nodded.
“Yeah. I guess I did. So good work Y/n. I wasn’t planning on stopping until you fought back with magic.”
Standing up, you couldn’t help but laugh with him. No matter how much you tried to play Strange and annoy him, he ended up tricking you instead.
It all made sense now as to why Wong was so willing to give you advice.
“So, does this mean you weren’t really mad at me for calling you, Steve?” You pondered allowed.
Strange chuckled.
“No, of course not! Because only the Spellcaster Supreme is allowed to call me Steve.”
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The Best Medicine
Doctor Strange x Reader
Doctor Strange discovers a funny secret about you after inspecting injuries from your training.
Word Count: 1,834
“Again.”
You had been knocked down more times than you could remember today. Strange had been attempting to teach you a spell called the Winds of Watoomb, which gave you the ability to push wind toward an enemy. Every time you pushed forward and produced a rush of wind, the force of it would be strong enough to knock you down.
“Why? I’m just gong to fall again,” you argued as you sat up and crossed your arms.
“Because the more you do it, the more you will become used to the force of the wind. Now, come on. Try it again.”
You sighed in frustration as you wearily got back on your feet. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and focused energy into your hands. You pushed forward as a gust of wind blew past Strange. Unfortunately, your whole body was pushed back as you found yourself on the ground once more.
“Again,” Strange repeated.
“No, I think I’m done for today,” you mumbled in defeat.
“Just one more time, I think you’re improving.” He attempted to sound encouraging, but you could tell he was as exhausted as you were. The feeling of disappointment from Strange and from yourself made you begin to fume.
“No I’m not! We’ve been trying to do this stupid spell all day and I can’t even stand on my own feet! I don’t get it, it’s just wind!” You push again and make a gust of wind so strong, you suddenly found yourself flying backwards. You hit your back against the wall of the Sanctum before landing face first on the ground.
“Y/N! Are you alright!?” You heard Strange running closer. “Here, let me see.” He attempted to take your arm, but you pulled away before he could.
“I’m fine,” you replied sternly as you briskly got up and stormed away. You weaved past anyone that was in your way, avoiding the confused stares from other students as you rushed to your room.
Once you found your room, you slammed the door shut and huffed as you plopped down at the edge your bed. As you tried to relax your breathing, you suddenly noticed the pain in your torso and leg. Tears welled up in your eyes as you became more frustrated with yourself. A few minutes passed as your attempted to gather your thoughts when you heard a soft knocking at your door. The visitor did not have to say anything for you to immediately know who it was.
“Y/N? Can I come in?” Stephen asked. You turned toward the wall and curled your knees into your chest, tears now streaming down your face. You knew Stephen would come in regardless of your answer, you at least did not want him to see you in this state. The door slowly squeaked open then closed again. His footsteps were soft, but you could feel his presence looming behind you. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke.
“Listen Y/N. I know it can be frustrating not getting these spells down on the first try, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“You make it look so easy!” you replied, not turning.
“It may seem like that to you, but I had to learn everything the same way you are now. It wasn’t just handed to me on a silver platter. In fact, a lot of it was hard for me to finally get right,” he confessed.
“But now you’re the Sorcerer Supreme, and you were a neurosurgeon before that!” you argued.
“True, but do you know how long it took me to become Sorcerer Supreme?” he asked as you felt him sit at the edge of your bed. You shook your head. “Six months.”
“Really?” you asked as you turned to face him.
“Really,” he repeated. “And do you know how long it took me to become a neurosurgeon?” You shook your head again. “Fifteen years.”
“What!?” You gasped in shock. “It took that long!?”
“Well, when you’re doing surgery on the most important organ in the body, people want to make sure you know what you’re doing,” he answered and gave a quick grin.
“I guess that’s true,” you replied as you grinned back.
“And before I became a neurosurgeon, I had to become a doctor, which means I believe I’m qualified to check you for any injuries. May I?” he asked. You nodded as you laid flat on your bed. Strange placed a hand on either side of you and began to squeeze your arms from shoulder to wrist.
“Any pain?” he questioned as he gently squeezed your wrists.
“No,” you replied.
“Nothing feels broken, so everything’s okay there. Let’s try your legs,” He adjusted himself to the foot of your bed and began the same squeezing motion, this time starting at your ankles. As he moved closer to your knees, you involuntarily twitched and sucked air through your teeth.
“Does this hurt?” Strange asked with a hint of concern.
“It’s a bit sore,” you admitted, though you realized that was only half true. He continued to thoroughly massage around your knees and thighs. You pursed your lips together as you suddenly fought the urge not to laugh. He released your thighs after what seemed like an eternity and you let out a heavy sigh.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again. You nodded as you were still trying to compose yourself. “Nothing felt broken there either, but you will likely see some bruising since you fell so many times. Now, can you turn onto your stomach for me?” You obeyed as you now revealed your back to him.
“Now, this may be more painful, but I’ll stop if it’s too much, okay?” he promised. You nodded as you braced yourself, preparing for the worst. You felt his hands begin to gently press on either side of your lower spine. As he pressed his hands higher and higher, you began to relax your tensed body and sank into your bed as Strange’s massage worked its own kind of magic. That was soon gone, however as you squeaked when he pressed just below each shoulder blade.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Strange immediately retracted his hands.
“No, no, it just… caught me off guard.” Again, another half-truth.
“If you’re sure, I’m going to go back,” he hesitantly replied as he pressed his fingertips back into the same spot. You immediately began to squirm as a giggle slipped out. You clasped your hands over your mouth, hoping he didn’t hear.
“What was that?” he asked. You could hear the grin in his voice.
“Nothing, nothing at all,” you replied a little too quickly.
“I don’t know, it seems like you must be pretty sore here. I better check to make sure nothing’s broken.” You detected playfulness in his voice and knew you were in for it. His gentle massage now turned into rapid pokes to the sensitive spot.
“Waihaihait!” you whined as your clouded mind tried to figure out an escape route.
“Y/N, please stay still. I can’t help you if you keep squirming like this,” Strange replied sarcastically. You desperately reached out for your headboard, which gave Strange an opportunity to flip you onto your back once more.
“How silly of me, I forgot to check for any broken ribs,” Stephen teasingly rolled his eyes in self-shame.
“Nohonono, they’re fine!” you insist as you managed to roll the top half of your body off the bed. Your hands managed to touch the floor and you attempted to crawl away.
“Who’s the doctor here?” he questioned as he grabbed both of your sides to place you on your back once more. You giggled in anticipation as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“Don’t worry, this will only take a minute,” Strange smiled warmly at you as he took your hands and placed them on their proper sides. He then took his own hands and placed the tips of his fingers at the bottom of your ribs.
“One, two, three…” he began to count as his hands moved higher and higher. You placed both of your hands over your mouth, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your giggles.
“Four, five, si-”
“Hahahahaha, not thehehehere!” you cried out as you wrapped your arms around yourself again.
“Well,” Stephen dramatically sighed. “I didn’t want to do this y/n, but you leave me no choice.”
“Do wha-AHAHAHAHA!” Before you could finish your question, Stephen slipped his fingers under your arms to attack your entire rib cage. The shocking sensation made your laughter the loudest it had been in a long time.
“Hmm, nothing seems broken here either,” Stephen pretended to still be examining you.
“Thenletme GOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” you begged as you used what strength you had to push his arms away.
“There’s one more test I still need to do.” With no hesitation, Strange vibrated his fingers into your belly.
“AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” you screamed as Strange chuckled victoriously.
“Sooo...it doesn’t hurt here?” he teasingly asked.
“NOHOHOHOHO!!” you howled, half in answering his question, half in a plea for him to stop.
“Alright, alright, I’m finished,” he raised his hands in reassurance. You gasped for breath until it came to a steadier pace. After finally catching your breath, you scowled up at him. He raised an eyebrow in response.
“Really?” you asked sternly.
“What? I’m a doctor, I have to be thorough,” he defended and offered you his hand. You chuckled with exhaustion and took it. “I think you’ll be just fine, aside from some bruising. Just rest for a couple of days and we’ll try again,” he said as he pulled you up.
“Maybe I’ll actually get it right by then,” you replied.
“I know you will,” Stephen grinned reassuringly. You smiled back and suddenly pulled him in for a hug.
“Thanks, Stephen,” you warmly whispered.
“That’s Doctor Strange to you,” he poked your sides in response. You giggled and hugged him tighter. You heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you. You stayed that way for a few moments until you felt him place his hands on your shoulders. You let go to look up at him.
“Now, get some rest. We’ll get that spell right before you know it,” He patted your shoulders and stood up to leave. He opened the door, paused, and turned back to face you as you were getting under your blankets.
“Good night, y/n,” he smiled fondly.
“Good night, Doctor Strange,” you answered.
“Much better,” he replied with a wink. You giggled as he shut the door.
After lying in bed for a while, one thing was still on you mind. You turned on your lamp and looked around your room. After spotting a coat on a hanger in the corner, you took a deep breath and focused energy into one hand. You lightly pushed toward the coat, causing the sleeve to flutter from a small breeze. You smiled, content with yourself. Maybe Stephen’s unusual treatment was exactly what you needed.
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"Born Sexy Yesterday" trope (and similar e.g manic pixie dream girl etc) explains why Mike gets together with El. El made him feel special. Mike was just a regular nerd who had no one interested in him romantically (that he knew of). Then enters El.
The thing about the born sexy yesterday trope is that it appeals to the demographic who feel like they're nobodies but want to be somebodies without actually doing the self-work to be that somebody.
And the born sexy yesterday girl gives them that fantasy. She's so amazing and so perfect but just especially naive about the regular world that the regular joe can compete with his regularness. but he isn't actually competing because the BSY girl was made for him. the BSY girl makes him special by virtue of being her one connection to the outside world. the BSY girl is special and by choosing him, so is he.
However, in my opinion, ST breaks down this trope and similar because as we go along the series, Mike doesn't continue feeling special for being with El. In fact, he just starts going back to feeling like a regular 'ol guy. Why? Because Mike is still a regular guy and El is his superhero who saved the world twice. And then El starts making connections with other people and actually starts wanting something for herself that she begins to feel Mike (or Mike alone) cannot give her. This sets Mike scrambling in S4 trying to figure out a way to keep her in his life because even if he isn't special, he still does love her (for her specialness). But in the end, what he loves her for and what she wants him to love her for have begun to diverge. ST shows that with time, the BSY trope is unsustainable if you allow the BSY girl to grow.
Oh and also relying on other people to make you feel special about yourself is doomed to failure.
#ku blarghs#strangely blogging#idk what to tag this actually#mike wheeler#anti miIeven#would people want this is in the by ler tag#byler#oh and once again!! it's a capital i not a lowercase L. i'm into tagging miIeven in my 'anti' stuff#*not into smh
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Indulgent stuff
#my art#spamton#spamtonposting#blue addison#sam p. ler#addisonposting#spamblue#i havent drawn outside of my job this whole week so it felt strange drawing spamton stuff#so i did a bunch of warm ups before this#afttp au#afttp#addsforthetherapeutic
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The english version:
(I'm sorry if my English isn't very good, it's not my first language).
Eu não duvido do potencial dessa lealdade dele ao diabo de acabar em angústia (ou do próprio Mugman de fazer qualquer coisa) mas admito que essa foi a minha reação.
I don't doubt the potential for his loyalty to the devil to end in anguish (or Mugman himself to do anything) but I admit that was my reaction.
#cuphead#mugman#cuphead ddwtd#cuphead show#cuphead meme#fanfic#the strength and the sight#strange family#cuphead fanfic#cuphead dlc#inkwell intriges#the strength and the sigh spoilers#vá ler essas fanfics incríveis!#go read thats amazing fanfics
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So, I may or may not have missed a day, but I’m going to make it up to y’all, I’m gonna be posting two fics today! I mainly didn’t write yesterday’s prompt because I didn’t really have any ideas for fandoms or characters, but I figured I could use an idea I’d had for a while for this.
Day 3: Shriek
Characters: Lee! Strange, Ler! Chaves.
Warnings: AroAce Strange (I love that headcanon), Tickle fic, there’s a lot more plot then just tkling for once,
What is love is a question that had been asked many times. Whether the answer was a joke from a song, or a halfhearted emotional answer, a cold, scientific look at love; it was clear no one knew what love it. And Stephen Strange definitely didn’t. While he definitely felt strongly towards Christene, he felt more guilty then anything, if only he knew that then. Stephen had confused the feeling with his idea of love, he practically forced himself to feel it because of the status quo, but in reality, love was foreign to Strange.
He had only made himself aware of this fact recently, it took him a long time to come to terms with, anytime he thought he could’ve never been in love, he suppressed, deeming it a worthless anxiety. But now it was seeming more like a cold reality to him. It was the first thing he approached something like this, questioning himself, questioning his emotions. It was something he strayed away from doing, the doctor thought it would be more safe for him that way. Their can’t be a problem if you’re not aware of it. Just researching it took him weeks to come to terms to, typing out those cursed words into his browser ‘is it normal to not be in love?’ His hands were shaking from worry the entire time, worry their was something wrong with him. However, he was met with a welcoming validation that it was an okay thing to feel, or lack of feeling. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he calmed his hands and kept scrolling through, trying to find any specific reasons for why he didn’t fit in with the status quo, and one curious word caught his eye. AroAce. It was a gap in his knowledge, an unknown to his mind, and after a couple minutes of researching it, he leaned back in his chair, just filled with more questions.
To Strange, it was another thing to worry about and ponder silently to himself for months, wondering if it was even okay. Until the thought that he wouldn’t have to do this alone came into his mind. What if he went to the one person he knew that may know of things like this, that could shed some insight to his bewildered mind.
The rebuild Kamar-Taj was prospering under Strange and Wong’s guidance, students from far and wide coming to learn the mystic arts. One such student being America Chaves, and since the beginning of her time at the temple, she had greatly improved her work. She managed to grow a lot more concentrated from her time here, the girl was currently sitting cross legged, her eyes shut until she felt a tap on the shoulder. A shaky tap that was quickly recoiled, almost as if it was jerked away. She opened her eyes and turned around quietly, a little shocked at the sight that Strange had came out personally, though also the fact that he seemed more fidgety, and agitated, like he just wanted to run away at any moment. ‘Stephen, you alright?’ She asked casually, standing up from her position, looking up at the sorcerer. Stephen glanced around the room before answering, glad that most of the people their weren’t focused on him. He took in short, almost inadequate breaths before answering. ‘Yeah, mhm, can I talk to you for a moment?’ He asked quickly, taking another glance around the room as Chaves nodded. Strange turned away, his cape making a motion for Chaves to follow as she let out a small ‘oh’ and quickly scurried along behind him. Strange decided on a small closet to host the conversation in, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable in front of the others, or he was just worried he may make an outburst about it.
Strange was leaning against the left wall, while Chaves was standing up straight in front of the right one, her hands held together below her waist. ‘So, what is it you wanna tell me?’ She asked, slightly confused by his demeanour and the sudden privacy of the conversation. ‘Oh, I didn’t want..how did you..’ he bit his tongue for a moment, wondering if he was overstepping before gesturing to the badge on her jacket ‘figure it out?’ He murmured, avoiding eye contact. Chaves followed his eyes, looking down and then back up at him. ‘Oh, oh..’ she thought to herself for a couple of seconds, though it felt like an eternity for Strange. She mainly wondered why Stephen wanted to know this, but decided it was best not to question it, not wanting to press the doctor for information. ‘I just never had any attraction to boys, and well, just discovered I preferred girls,’ she explained casually, trying to make eye contact with Stephen.
She made it sound so simple, like it was a fact of life. Maybe it was that simple, maybe he was just in denial. Maybe he was making this much more of a big deal then it needed to be. Maybe he didn’t realise he had completely zoned out of the conversation, with Chaves awkwardly looking at him, almost waiting for permission to leave. ‘Sorry, I..’ he pondered for a moment, only for a moment before blurting it out, not wanting to overthink it. ‘I think I’m aroace and I didn’t know what to do,’ he spoke quickly, dragging his nails into his palm. Chaves blinked slowly at him, coming to terms with the revelation. She of course knew what it meant, but Strange? She took in a deep breath, not wanting to overstep any boundaries while also trying to figure out what to say.
‘I think that’s really good, Stephen, how’d you figure it out?’ She was asking partly due to being curious, and partly because she wanted to see if she could help. ‘I, um, never really felt anything like love. I thought I did, but I was wrong, so, so wrong,’ he talked a bit more slowly this time, seemingly coming to terms with it more and more as he spoke. It suddenly felt so much more real to him. A weight had lifted from his shoulders, and it seemed like it was all gonna be okay for him.
‘Good on you, Stephen Strange, well done for discovering yourself!’ Chaves smiled widely, giving the doctor a playful jab to the side. ‘D-ah!’ He squeaked loudly, bouncing away to the side of the of the room, lowering his body slightly. Chaves giggled and brought her hands over her mouth. ‘I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?’ Stephen tilted his head, trying to not let any more information slip from his mouth today. ‘Hurt me? Don’t be silly,’ he replied with a snarky tone, taking a step back as Chaves moved closer. ‘You’re ticklish, Stephen Strange,’ she smiled, wiggling her hands in the air. Strange bit the inside of his cheek, a small bit of playful panic on his chest as he rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, well done, you found out, but we’re not doing this,’ he stated, turning away from her and heading to the door. Chaves followed, stepping in between him and the exit with a mischievous smirk on her face. ‘Oh, we’re absolutely doing this! The only difference is are we doing it in here, or out their?’ It was presented as a choice, but it really wasn’t much of a choice for Strange. Of course, he would run away if he could, but Chaves is stubborn and would absolutely not let this go. And keeping something like this under wraps was definitely a much better choice for him. Still, he couldn’t let himself go down without a fight. He quickly darted to the side of America, trying to run past her and further into the closet, before being pushed against the wall.
The girl brought both her hands onto Strange’s sides and harshly squeezed at it, letting her nails curl and sink inti his belly while she did this. ‘Nahahahahahahahah!’ He screeched, feeling his body crumble as he slowly slid down the length of the wall. ‘This is our strongest sorcerer, really?’ Chaves mocked playfully, letting her hands mindlessly glide across his belly for a while. ‘Ahahahahahkay, yohahahahu’ve prahahahved yohahahahue pohahahahahint!’ Strange bargained, his torso twitching and buckling from side to side, while his best rested on his right arm, trying to curl away. ‘I don’t have a point, I’m just doing this for fun!’ She responded with a smile, letting her thumbs crawl down to his hips and press into them. Strange lost it, he bounced up and swatted Chaves’ hands away desperately. ‘Eeekkk, n-nahahAHAHahah!’ He shuffled back in the closet, standing up and trying to recompose himself.
‘Yeah, okay, I’ll take mercy,’ Chaves responded before suddenly taking a step closer to Strange ‘for now!’ Strange rolled her eyes, fixing his clothes as he watched America turn for the door. He debated with himself for a moment, only a moment and no longer before calling to her. ‘Hey, America,’ she turned her head towards him, her hand resting on the door.
‘Thank you.’
First Marvel fic, Jesus I am tired. This is pretty much my first fic that’s had more emotional plot then tickling so I hope I did a good enough transition.
#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickletober#tickletober2022#marvel tickle#lee strange#lee! strange#ler! chaves#ler chaves
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The Gaang Gets Zuko (ATLA)
lee!zuko , ler!gaang :P
A/N : im having sooo much fun with this show rn, esp having fun attacking zuko as much as possible LOL im going bonkers. there’s no clear story or plot in this one, just the gaang being silly and zuko getting to be silly with them :P
Summary : separate short stories of each member of the gaang tickling zuko (and one where Zuko actually gets one back, read to find out who hehe)
Word Count : 5139
hope u enjoy!! <3
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It was strange how relaxed Zuko was starting to feel. The air seemed easier to breathe these days, despite everything he knew they were all about to go through. But that’s just it. Zuko knows he’s not alone. He has people, good people, behind him. Though he misses his Uncle greatly, it keeps Zuko motivated to know Iroh would be proud to see how far he’s come since they’d been separated.
Things are looking up, despite it all, and Zuko’s especially happy he gets to feel that in good company.
“So, like this, right?” Aang asked, getting into position for the new firebending move Zuko’s trying to teach him.
“Um…not quite,” Zuko walked behind him, grabbing his shoulders to gently adjust his stance. “You want your shoulders back a little more, it’ll help your balance. And you should have your waist turned a bit to the side, like this…” Zuko gently gripped onto Aang’s sides, but was startled at how quickly Aang jumped away with a surprised laugh.
“Aaah–tickles, tickles!” Aang giggled, rubbing the sensation away with his arms.
Zuko frowned with his hands on his hips, “Seriously? I barely touched you.”
Katara snickered as she watched them train, bending water in the air lazily like a fidget. “Aang’s more sensitive than most. Remember that wound your sister gave him on his foot? Yeah, that took way, way longer than it should have. He wouldn’t stop squirming.”
“It’s not my fault your water’s so tickly!” Aang cringed at the memory. He took a deep breath before turning back to Zuko, getting into position. “Okay, I’m ready this time. You just surprised me.”
Zuko lifted an eyebrow before trying again, this time with less giggly results. Zuko wasn’t used to such silliness when it came to training, but it was endearing to see Aang was comfortable enough with him to act like that (even if it was slightly annoying).
They trained for another 15 or so minutes before Zuko called for a break, ready for his pre-lunch meditation. He leaned down to gather some of his scattered things into a bag, not noticing the figure creeping up behind him. Before he knew it, Zuko felt two hands give quick pinches to his hip. “AH-! Ggghaha-!” a strangled giggle fell out of him before he could stop it, squirming out of the grip and whipping his body around.
Aang stood behind him with a grin and hands raised in surrender, “Sorry, I had to get you back for earlier.”
Zuko scowled with a pink face, trying very hard to ignore Katara giggling behind Aang. “But I wasn’t even trying to tickle you earlier,” he groaned, turning back around but keeping his guard up. “It’s unfair catching me off guard like that.”
“Yeah, but you gotta admit, that sound you just made was pretty funny,” Aang snickered, sitting down next to Katara and stealing some of her water to fidget with as well.
Zuko sighed, turning around to hide his warm face. “Whatever, I’m gonna meditate. Don’t bother me unless it’s for lunch,” he said before walking out of their view to his normal meditation spot.
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Zuko was sat on his bed reading a book Uncle had given him forever ago. Being on the run meant he never really had time to just sit and read (and maybe it was partly his pride that wouldn’t allow him to do something he deemed so lazy), but honestly it wasn’t half bad. Sure, he could be training right now, but everyone else seemed content doing their own thing so maybe that was okay for him too. Uncle always said proper relaxation was an important tool for a warrior to learn.
His reading time, however, was cut short when he heard a knock at his doorway. Zuko looked up to see Sokka peeking his head around the corner.
“You need something?” Zuko asked, sitting his book down on the bed.
“Well, I–uh…” Sokka cleared his throat shuffling awkwardly in the doorway. “I was just wondering if you would, uh–help me out with something? It’s nothing major! You really don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with, y’know, training the Avatar and everything, but like, I mean, if you maybe had the time–”
“Sokka,” Zuko interrupted his ramblings, holding the book up for him to see. “I’m not exactly doing anything important right now. I can do you a favor if you need it.”
Sokka sighed, “Okay, that’s good to hear because I really need your help right now,” he shuffled into Zuko’s room defeatedly, plopping himself next to the prince and throwing his head in his hands. “I think I sorta suck at hand-to-hand combat.”
Zuko nearly laughed at that. “Are you serious? You guys managed to take out every team I threw at you, and you think you’re bad at combat?”
“Yeah, but that was when I had everybody with me! You know, benders?!” Sokka sighed, “I’m not a bender, so having them with me to fight is like, insanely helpful. But…what if I end up alone at the next battle? What if I lose my sword? I’ll be useless! I need to know how to fight with my fists at least a little before we go out there.”
All this did was confuse Zuko even more. “Your girlfriend is a Kyoshi Warrior. Why aren’t you asking her for help? She’s the only other non-bender on the team, it seems pretty obvious.”
Sokka blushed and turned his head away, “Well that’s…actually part of it,” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “She’s so good at combat. And she’s a great teacher, don’t get me wrong! Everything I know about fighting, it came from her. But…I feel so stupid. We spar all the time, but she’s the one teaching me the moves, she knows what strategy I’m gonna take! I kinda…I wanna impress her during our next spar. Maybe show her something she hasn’t seen me do before,” Sokka looked up at Zuko with an unsure face. “I thought maybe you could teach me a thing or two?”
Zuko just stared for a moment, thinking it over. Sokka had that puppy-dog look on his face he always gets when he’s trying to win someone over…unfortunately for Zuko, he’s really good at that face.
Zuko sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before standing and making his way towards the door. “I can’t promise it’ll help you any. I’m better at fighting with my bending than just plain combat. You’re already in good hands with Suki.”
Sokka jumped up, following behind Zuko like a puppy. “I know, but I just wanna see if it helps,” he wrapped an arm around the back of Zuko’s neck as they walked, the boy in question not acknowledging the touch whatsoever. “Can’t hurt to try, right?”
Zuko peeked an eye towards Sokka. “Whatever.”
They found an open area to spar, somewhere away from everyone else so no one could spill the “secret” to Suki. Not like anyone actually cared, but Sokka insisted this was the best move to make.
They fought for a while, Sokka showing off the moves he learned from Suki, and Zuko trying to teach him anything that popped into his head that Sokka might not already know. But…the spar wasn’t really turning out the way Zuko had envisioned before they started.
Sokka was actually really good at this. Like, stupid good. Way better than he had given himself credit for just about an hour ago. He’d already pinned Zuko probably 5 times, and Zuko only got him down once. It was sorta embarrassing. Zuko kept reminding himself that the guy had been trained by a literal Kyoshi warrior, so it shouldn’t be that surprising.
Still, though. It did take a tiny blow to his ego that the guy asking him for training was practically kicking his butt right now.
“Woohoo! Down for the count again!” Sokka whooped from behind Zuko. The boy was pinned on his front, arms behind his back.
“I thought you wanted help,” Zuko wheezed, twisting his wrists in Sokka’s hold to no avail. “Now it feels like you just wanted bragging rights,” he mumbled.
Sokka didn’t say anything. Actually, he just kept looking down at Zuko with this look. His eyes a little wide, his lips sucked behind his teeth.
You’re kidding. You’re kidding.
“Are you serious?!” Zuko yelled, starting to actually fight under Sokka’s hold now that he felt thoroughly pissed off. “Why would you lie about that?! You could’ve just asked for a spar!”
Sokka stammered, “Well, I was serious at first! I wasn’t lying! I really did want your help!” He paused, baring his teeth a little in guilt. “Buuuut…after we started sparring, I realized I was way better than I thought I was. I don’t know why, but I just kinda figured you’d be able to take me down with no trouble! You’re like, royally trained or something, right?”
Zuko frowned, “Yeah. I am,” he said. “In firebending.”
Sokka’s brows shot up. “Oh yeaaaah. Didn’t really think about that,” he chuckled nervously.
A beat passed in silence before both of them realized Sokka was still on top of him. Zuko twisted his wrists in Sokka’s hands, “Well? Are you gonna get off me?”
“I don’t really trust you not to turn me into bacon right now.”
“Sokka.”
Sokka laughed, “Y’know, it’s kinda funny if you think about it. Last year I used to run from you, and now I’ve got you literally pinned under me. I mean, really, it just writes itself!”
Zuko groaned, pressing his forehead to the floor. “You are…beyond annoying.”
“I’m just saying, if I had all this Kyoshi training last year, we might not even be here right now. Or maybe you’d have joined our group back then, after seeing how much of an asset to the team I am!” Sokka teased, pressing his body weight against Zuko’s arms so he could flex a muscle in Zuko’s eyeshot.
Then, Sokka went quiet for a moment. Suspiciously quiet. Zuko was not a fan of his disadvantage right now.
“Hey, who’s that fire nation girl that’s always hanging around your sister? You know, the one that can paralyze people?”
Zuko sighed, “That would be Ty Lee. Get off.”
“Yeah, Ty Lee! Man, it’d be so cool if she wasn’t the worst,” Sokka adjusted his grip a bit, like he was trying to get a better hold for something. What in the world is he planning?! “I bet I could learn a thing or two from that girl, strengthen up my fighting style a bit,” Sokka shrugged, “Eh, I bet I could be self taught. I just gotta find the right nerve…”
Before Zuko could even process what he was talking about, Sokka started poking up and down Zuko’s open sides, using one finger to poke one side, then the other, then back again. Over and over and over.
“G-GaAH!” Zuko’s body jumped under the assault, squirming under his hold. “N-No, Sokka, let me–gohoho!” He giggled involuntarily, trying his best to hide his face in the floor while also trying to jerk away from Sokka’s ticklish hold.
“No, hold on, I think I’m getting the hang of this!” Sokka teased, poking up into Zuko’s ribs. Zuko couldn’t help the squeaky giggles falling from his lips, it was mortifying. He kicked his legs out behind Sokka like it would do anything, but with how good the boy had gotten at these warrior pins, Zuko didn’t stand a chance.
“S-stohohop! This is sohoho–ahaha so stuhupid!” Zuko cackled, writhing when he felt Sokka start pinching at his bony ribs. He could feel his face growing warmer by the second, horribly embarrassed by how easily Sokka can drag him into his playful little games.
“Okay, okay, just oneeee more thing,” Sokka said before bringing his hand up to flutter soft fingers against Zuko’s neck and ears. Crapcrapcrapcrap that really tickles. Zuko immediately fell into the most disgusting, high-pitched, girly-ish giggles he’s ever produced. It. Was. Terrible.
“Nohoho! Come ohohon! This is–ahaha this is so unfahahair!” Zuko whined, pulling against the hands holding him hostage. “This is assahahault!”
Sokka cackled at that, finally letting go of his very ticklish victim. He stood and backed away enough to let Zuko catch his breath, wiping a mirthful tear from his eye.
“You–pfff!! You’re so ticklish! Who woulda guessed that?!” Sokka laughed, practically doubled over in it. Zuko grumbled on the ground, sitting up and stretching his arms.
“And you are so childish,” he groveled, before launching at Sokka while he wasn’t paying attention. He grabbed around the boy’s waist and brought him to the ground with an ‘oof!’, the pair roughing it out for a moment before Zuko got the upper hand (Sokka was still laughing too much to put up a real fight). On the ground, Zuko had him trapped in a reverse bear hug, finding an opening near Sokka’s stomach to dig his own fingers in and make Sokka howl.
“Say you’re sorry!” Zuko grunted, trying to avoid a head butt from Sokka’s frantic squirming. “Say it!”
“AAAHH! AAAHAhahaha! I’m–! I’m ssssahahahah!” Sokka cackled, struggling to find the words with fingers digging incessantly into his stomach. Even in his wild state, Sokka could tell Zuko wasn’t very used to this, his tickling-style a little more rough than what he’s used to with the others. But luckily for Zuko, Sokka was a little too ticklish for it to actually affect anything.
“What? You can dish it but you can’t take it?!” Zuko fired back with his usual angry tone, though it was really hard to take seriously when he started pinching at Sokka’s side so viciously.
“I cahaha–! It’s tooohohohoo–! AAAHH-!" Sokka's screaming laugh echoed through the temple, his head jerking back and forth. Zuko's fingers were getting tired, and this whole thing felt so stupid, but it was the principle of the thing! This is...how it works, right?
Zuko kept tickling despite not really knowing what he was doing, avoiding flailing limbs and a jerking head all the while. And right, right before he was about to just call it quits, he heard a cough from just outside his peripheral.
The pair froze, Zuko feeling his entire face grow warm in the matter of seconds. They both turned their heads slowly to see Suki standing there with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in question.
"You two having fun in here?" Suki asked through a smile, clearly on the verge of laughing. Zuko dropped Sokka like a sack of potatoes, standing up quickly with a finger pointed right at Sokka.
“He started this! He attacked me first, but–but I got out! And then he started laughing, and, I mean–it was so stupid! This is so stupid!” Zuko yelled in embarrassment, throwing his hands up to cover his whole face.
Suki giggled and walked over towards her boyfriend on the ground. “Aw, did the big mean firebender get you?” She teased a frowning (and blushing) Sokka. Suki held out her hand to him, “Come on, get up.”
Sokka took it with a scowl, refusing to make eye contact with Zuko. At least, until Sokka remembered how this whole thing started, his whole demeanor lighting up in an instant. “Oh you’ll never believe this. I beat Zuko. In a spar,” he whooped, looking over towards the firebending to find him scowling with his arms crossed. “Actually, it was like ten!”
“Six. It was just six,” Zuko squinted at Sokka in contempt.
“Okay, but six is still a lot compared to your one win,” Sokka boasted, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.
Suki pulled herself out of his hold, “Uh, sure, but I think after what I saw, Zuko’s still the winner here,” she said, shooting an affirming smile Zuko’s way.
Sokka dropped his jaw, “What?! But–But I beat him! Like, TONS of times?!” He exclaimed, “And I’m the one that started that! I tickled Zuko first, he totally went down!”
“When I was already pinned!” Zuko argued, angry he couldn’t make his blush fade any faster.
Suki sucked her teeth, “Sokka, if you started this, that’s even worse,” she shrugged. “You cheated. Zuko’s clearly the winner here, he just finished what you started” Suki pat Sokka’s back, shooting Zuko an empathetic look. “Sorry my boyfriend’s so childish. If you ever want a real spar, you know where to find me.”
Zuko looked surprised, really expecting her to tease him like everybody else did. “Oh, uh…yeah, whatever. Sure.”
Suki smiled, taking Sokka by the shoulders and walking him off. Zuko could hear her scolding as they walked away, “Next time we spar, I’ll show you how a real warrior cheats.”
Zuko wasn’t really sure how to take that. In fact, he decided it was probably best to ignore whatever that meant. Instead, he just grabbed his bag and tried forgetting this whole embarrassing mess ever happened.
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“Zuko, I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry, I never meant for this to happen!” Aang practically cried behind Zuko, his words muffled under the hands he used to cover his mouth in guilt. “If you never wanna train me again, I’d understand. I just…I’m so sorry. I’m so—”
“Aang, it’s fine. I already told you it’s fine,” Zuko sighed, propping his bare foot up on the stool of earth Toph made for him. “Believe me, I’ve been burned way worse than this.”
“But that’s different!” Aang cried, falling on his butt to hide his face in his knees. “I can’t believe I burned someone. Again.”
“You’re still learning. It happens,” Zuko winced when Katara took hold of his ankle to get a better look at the burn. “Trust me, I burned a few of my trainers when I was growing up too. It’s just part of firebending. Once you’ve mastered it, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”
Aang lifted his head with a sniffle. “Yeah…I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Still feel bad, though.”
“As long as it doesn’t affect your training going further, I really don’t care,” Zuko shrugged, leaning back against his hands.
“That’s a little rude, don’t you think?” said Katara, popping the cork from her water bottle.
“Not really. I don’t care. I’m fine, and Aang will be too,” Zuko said, before gasping as Katara let the healing water wash over his feet. He jerked his foot back off the stool, making Katara raise an eyebrow.
“Zuko?” She looked down at the empty stool. “Kinda need your foot for this.”
Aang lit up, the smile finally returned to his face when he realized with a giggle, “I forgot! Zuko’s ticklish!”
“I am not! It just surprised me!” Zuko argued, throwing his foot back on the stool with confidence (though the pout he sported said otherwise).
Katara snickered, holding her water up so Zuko could see. “Well it’s a good thing you aren’t ticklish then, cause Aang could barely sit still last time I did this to him.”
“Yeah, Toph nearly had to earthbend my hands to the ground to keep me from moving,” Aang nodded, clearly feeling more chipper than a moment ago. Zuko cringed at the thought, shaking his head to clear it from overthinking.
“That will not be necessary,” Zuko huffed. “Just get to it, I’ll be fine. We need to get back to training.”
Katara shrugged, bringing the water to his foot and starting the healing process. Zuko immediately gasped again, his foot nearly jerking off the stool. He caught himself this time, but no one in the room missed the flinch.
Well, except for Toph, but only out of technicality’s sake.
“Your hearts racing, Sparky,” Toph sang, never missing an opportunity to tease their resident grump.
“Shut up, Toph,” Zuko said through bared teeth, straining himself to keep from letting a giggle slip. He squirmed in his seat, toes clenching and unclenching involuntarily. If he can just get through this without cracking, there’ll be nothing for these weirdos to tease him about. He can do this.
“Y’know, you should probably breathe soon. Don’t want you dying on us while I’m healing you,” Katara said, looking up from her water at Zuko’s puffed cheeks and pink face. He’d been too focused to even realize he was holding his breath in the first place. Slowly, Zuko exhaled through his nose before flinching hard again at a more solid sensation in the center of his foot.
“Grrk–!” Zuko jumped, scowling at Katara who started snickering.
“Sorry, my finger slipped,” she grinned, making the other two start giggling at his expense.
“It’s really okay if you need to laugh, Zuko,” said Aang. “There’s no way I could’ve held it in like you are.”
“I said I’m fine. It doesn’t even…” Zuko huffed, the water finding a particularly sensitive spot right at the worst time possible, making him growl through a giggle. He shut his eyes tight, “Juhust shut up.”
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At first, his days in the air on Appa were something Zuko wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He had to admit, it was definitely cool getting to ride a sky-bison thousands of feet in the air after he’d been told his whole life the species had gone extinct with the rest of the air-benders. There was some excitement to it the first couple rides he got to experience.
But after about the fifth time, it was really starting to get old.
“I thought I knew what boredom felt like when I was out camping with Uncle, but this is really something else,” Zuko groaned, throwing his head over the side of the saddle.
“Zukoooo, remember what I keep telling you about the positive attitude?” Aang reminded him from Appa’s head, steering the bison in what felt like the same direction for hours.
“No, he’s right. This is super boring,” Sokka whined, picking at Appa’s fur with a pout.
“Don’t you guys ever, I don’t know…play any games while you’re up here?” Zuko asked, feeling a little silly about it. Playing games was so childish, but it seemed to fit this group’s whole vibe pretty well. Couldn’t hurt to ask, right?
“Yeah we used to, until Toph took it too seriously one time and Katara banned fun,” Sokka shot a look at his sister, who scoffed at the mention.
“Um, I did not ban fun. I banned Pushies,” Katara corrected him with a squint.
“Ah, Pushies. The good ole days when having a laugh wasn’t forbidden by Her Highness,” said Toph, nearly making Katara blow a fuse.
Zuko hated to ask, but this was the most entertained he’d felt in the past two hours. With an incredulous look, he asked, “What’s Pushies?”
“It was the best,” Sokka sighed like he was daydreaming. “Toph and I would push each other back and forth until one of us got too scared and called quits.”
“Which I never did, by the way–”
“Uh, not true! You know you called quits that one time-”
“Because you nearly pushed me off Appa!”
“Not true AGAIN! You couldn’t see it, but you were totally fine-”
“Oh so because I’m blind it’s my fault they won’t let us play Pushies anymore?!”
“That’s not what I meant-!”
“GUYS!” Aang shouted, throwing a stern look over his shoulder towards the group. The pair went silent before both slouching back against the saddle. “No. Pushies.”
They both grumbled to themselves, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Zuko looked to the sky at their bickering, thankful his temper wasn’t like it used to be.
“Games other than Pushies exist, you know. We just have to make one up,” he suggested, sitting criss-crossed to face the group.
“Did you play any games on that murder-ship you used to ride?” Katara asked with a tone, her mood clearly a bit dampened.
Zuko grimaced, “I was kinda too focused on capturing Aang for games back then.” Zuko sighed, throwing his head and arms back over the saddle to stare into the sky. “Forget it. Let’s just go back to sitting in silence.”
It seemed like the rest of the group agreed, because for the next few minutes that’s exactly what they did. The wind whistling in their ears was the only sound to focus on.
That is, until Zuko felt something tweak his side, making him squeak an awful sound. He whipped his head around to find everyone suspiciously not looking at him. Sokka picked at his fingers, Katara seemed a little too interested in the cloth of her dress, and Toph…well, she looked straight ahead, but that was to be expected.
Zuko fumed, “Who did that?”
Sokka looked up from his fingers, “Hm? Who did what?”
Oh, Zuko was so onto them. Pointing a finger at Sokka with a squint, “Don’t. Do it. Again.” He said sternly, before turning back around towards the sky. Zuko swore he could hear them snickering behind him, but hoped that would be the end of it.
Another minute went by with nothing, and for some reason Zuko really thought he evaded trouble with that intimidation move he pulled. Clearly he didn’t know this group well enough yet.
Another tweak to his side, this one closer to his ribs this time. Anything near his ribs always made him flinch hard, his elbow shooting down to cover the area with a giggly shout. Zuko growled when he faced them, “Seriously, who’s doing this?!” They all looked up at him like they were clueless. He’s gonna kill them. “Answer me!”
Finally, he heard Toph giggle, clearly unaffected by his little hissy fit. “It was me. Both times, actually,” she grinned, throwing a leg over her knee. “What, you gonna do something about it?”
Zuko’s jaw locked forward, feeling like he was breathing smoke out of his nose. His hands clenched beside him, telling himself it would probably not be the “right thing” throwing this twelve year old over the side of Appa.
With a grumble, he fixed his face and looked up to the sun above him. “You people are crazy.” Zuko crossed his arms and slumped against the saddle, decidedly not turning away from Toph this time. Everyone got a chuckle out of that, even Aang.
“No, I think Toph’s the crazy one,” he chuckled, smiling over his shoulder. “The rest of us are pretty normal, right?”
Zuko deadpanned Aang’s way. “No.”
Toph crawled over beside Zuko, who nearly flinched at her presence. “Lighten up, Sparky! Remember what Aang said? Positive attitude?” She accentuated Aang’s words with more tweaks to Zuko’s side, these far more ticklish now that she doesn’t have to hide it. Zuko jumped with a giggly shout, trying hard to hide his side with his elbow, but that just made Toph reach around his back to get his other side.
“Gah-! N-Nohoho!” He complained, pushing at her hands and face. “Quihit!”
“Cmooon I’m bored! This is the most entertained I’ve been in hours!” Toph tickled into Zuko’s ribs as she talked, making him fall over on his side in giggles. He kept pushing at her with his hands, but his stupid body kept betraying him, his elbows shooting down to cover the area too much to really fight back.
“Toph-! Tohohoph!” Zuko squealed, everyone around laughing at his funny noises. These people are the worst. “Gahaha! Get her ohoff mehehe!” He cackled, feeling her fingers vibrate into his ribs and stomach at the same time. Zuko’s eyes were scrunched tight in mirth, feeling silly and stupid and ticklish.
“This is too good. You sound like a girl!” Toph laughed, poking into his side like a typewriter. Zuko couldn’t stop giggling, flipping over on his stomach to crawl away (though he didn’t have much room, cramped on this stupid saddle with the rest of these freaks). He opted for crawling as close to Katara as he could get, praying she’d take pity on him and make Toph stop embarrassing him already.
Katara chuckled, “Okay, I think he’s had enough,” grabbing for Toph’s wrist (her hand still trying to worm it’s way under Zuko’s armpit) Katara pulled Toph away from Zuko as he slumped close to her side panting.
“Aweee, what?! I was just getting started!” Toph whined, making another grabbing motion in Zuko’s general direction that had him flinching with a squeak.
“You heard her, quit it!” Zuko griped, trying to silently maneuver himself as far from Toph as possible without her hearing. It was like a game of cat and mouse, Toph listening for any subtle sound Zuko made for her to launch her free arm in his direction, making him zip out of her reach before she could grab him.
“Cut it out, this is ridiculous!” Zuko complained, getting behind Sokka and gripping his shoulders like a human shield. “Ha! How ‘bout that, shortstack?!”
“Hey! Don’t rope me into this–AHH! NO! NONONOHohohoho!!” Sokka fell over on his side in giggles the moment Katara let go of Toph’s arm, the shorter girl launching for his sides.
“This’ll do for now!” Toph cheered, digging into Sokka’s waist with her rough fingers and making him howl. “I’ll catch you eventually, Sparky! Just wait til I’m finished with him!” she grinned wickedly, Sokka losing his mind just below her.
“But you already—! Gah, forget it,” Zuko sighed, crawling silently over beside Katara to hopefully avoid getting involved in that mess again. “She’s ruthless.”
Katara giggled, shooting Zuko a smile, “You get used to it.”
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Zuko caught himself smiling at dinner. It was weird, usually when he smiled, it felt like an intentional move. Smiling to convince someone he’s happy, or smiling to fake innocence. But tonight…he started smiling before he even realized he was doing it.
Aang was telling some silly story from over 100 years ago, something from his childhood before all this. It was a stupid story, something Zuko would’ve found himself scoffing at if he had heard it even just a few months ago.
But things are good now. He felt good. Happiness came easy to him, like breathing or pulling fire from his hands. Zuko never thought he’d get to feel this again after everything he’d gone through, but these weirdos just had a way with him.
Something about these people, his friends, was always able to make him smile. They were annoying. They’re loud. They’re way too touchy, and always in his personal space. Like now, with Toph curled against his side as she laughed along to Aang’s story.
And yet? Zuko’s come to be okay with that. He’s come to like it about them, as crazy as it sounds.
The fire he sat in front of now didn’t have to be a threat. It was home.
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A/N : i was all over the place writing this LMAO hope yall like it anyways cause it was fun to write!! pls consider reblogging if u enjoyed!! <3
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SFW Alastor Tickle/Fluster Spot Headcannons
Ignore the photos I put them in here while I was sleep deprived and can't convince myself to get rid of them
I was also really proud of the bonus spots at the end ehehehe :>
Rough Tickle Spots
He loves getting a good, genuine laugh and being tickled breathless. It lets him blow off steam and laugh as hard as he can RIGHT in his ler's face. It's a power move, really.
Ribs - He has 13 pairs, like a deer. And every one of them will get him laughing. The harder you dig and faster you vibrate, the better. Tenderize him.
Crook of Neck - Dig in with your fingertips. He will scrunch up and howl with laughter. The more surface area, the less ticklish it is, so make sure you use the very tips!
Belly - The entire belly is a death spot, but the closer you get to his button, the worse it gets. Dig right in and vibrate for best results.
Knees/Behind Knees - Pinch and squeeze playfully. If done correctly, you will earn yourself a whole army of kicks and giggles.
Not Ticklish Spots
If you go for these places, he will look at you like you're the whole circus.
Thighs/Calves - He's a deer. A prey animal. His one line of defense (running away) must be somewhat protected.
Hips - He will still laugh in a moment of tickle fever, but the tickle itself is very dull.
Butt - Why are you trying to tickle that anyways?
Light Tickle Spots
Light tickles are by far his favorite for relaxing and bonding with others. If played just right, they can send him into lovey-dovey euphoria. Every place is vulnerable, but especially:
Neck - He always covers his neck. The lightest touch (even his own hair brushing against it) can be unbearably ticklish.
Ears/Tail - The softer the touch, the more he shivers and melts. Loves the feeling of them being gently rubbed, twirled, or fiddled with. Crooning or feeling breath on his ears will turn him into warm butter.
Arms/Hands - This is super relaxing for him and reminds him of little sensory games his mama played with him as a boy. It puts him into a lovie, sentimental headspace.
Underarms/Hooves - Since these places are very sensitive and highly guarded, soft touch drives him into euphoric insanity. If done correctly, it can be extremely pleasurable and get overwhelming very quickly.
Belly - Especially with nibbles and licks, he gets flustered beyond belief. His belly button is an absolutely horrendous melt spot that will have him losing all connection to reality the more tender you treat it.
Bonus spots!
Unconventional, but effective!
Tentacles - His tentacles are an extension of himself. When they feel pain, so does he. And if you gently scratch or touch them, he can feel it too. Since they are detached, he can't feel it in any specific place...it's sort of a strange full body experience. It can be very overwhelming, too.
VooDoo Doll - He keeps a Voodoo doll of himself and Rosie has one too. Using a feather or a brush is most effective. Enjoy watching him go into hysteria and grab at intangible forces. He's nothing but a tickle doll in your hand...literally.
Voice/ASMR - Being a Radio Demon, his main sensory is his hearing, and he has a VIVID imagination connected to what he hears. Sometimes just hearing someone's voice (cough cough Rosie) spouting teases, telling him exactly how they want to wreck him, and making tickly promises is enough to make him physically experience everything they're saying. Blindfolding him makes this even more intense.
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We Interrupt This Broadcast...
(Another two-part-er! Stay tuned for part 2 very shortly!)
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)
Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). One comically graphic description of cannibalism (first paragraph). Also, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect a lil angst sprinkled in there (don't worry, he gets better).
If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕
This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.
Ok... I'm gonna be honest folks, I have no idea if this fic is even coherent. This ain't my Best Work™ - this is literally the coping mechanism I've been relying on to put myself to sleep every night this week because HOLY SHIT my life is stressful at the moment. 😅
But anyway, I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, because 1) the world needs more lee!alastor, and 2) I'm not here to do my Best Work™, I'm here to write cute self-indulgent little stories about Alastor getting tickled to bits by his platonic wife. I'm here to decompress my hypervigilant ass at the end of long days by imagining my favorite endearingly creepy characters get wrecked by my other favorite endearingly creepy characters.
In summary, I'm here to have a good time, and I certainly did with this fic. So I hope you do too!
Featuring my new oc! (Rosie and Al still take center stage though, don't worry lol)
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It's a little-known fact that cannibals make terrific doctors. When you spend every meal tearing the human body apart with your face, you end up with a pretty comprehensive intuition for demonic anatomy.
So Alastor supposed he should consider himself lucky to have Rosie and her loyal posse so close at hand after his battle with Adam.
He was certainly relieved when Rosie had stumbled upon him, barely conscious from blood loss on the floor of his wrecked radio tower - and especially a few hours later when, having been rushed back to Cannibal Town, he was whisked into a warm, familiar parlor and deposited on a comfy couch.
Within minutes Rosie had summoned a woman in a white coat who swooped in, produced a bottle of a strange, foul-smelling gel from her medicine bag, soaked a rag with it, and pressed it firmly against Alastor's wound. The searing pain evaporated almost on contact.
"What is that?" Alastor breathes, visibly relaxing against the arm of the couch he's propped against.
"Anesthetic." She begins preparing a needle and thread.
"Didn't know such a thing existed down here."
"Of course! We're demons, not barbarians," Rosie scoffs, watching from the sidelines.
Cannibals, as a rule, rarely last long enough to need a doctor, but Rosie is no ordinary cannibal. And Dr. Trudy Sawblade - a young surgical resident in life, and Rosie's personal physician in death - is the best of the best. While she hadn't quite completed her medical training before her untimely death, in Rosie's service she's gained more than enough experience to make up for her education cut short.
"That salve is derived from a distant cousin of the poison dart frog. Evidently most of the frogs are assholes, because hell has an downright enormous population of them." Trudy's voice is measured and matter-of-fact, with a soft lilt that is both soothing and vaguely unsettling. "Haven't been discovered on earth yet. Which is good, because one whiff of this would end a mortal life in a matter of seconds."
"Lucky you, you're already dead," Rosie chimes in cheerfully.
"Lucky me," Alastor murmurs, without conviction.
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Truthfully, with the pain from his chest wound numbed, the weight of his recent defeat presses even more heavily on Alastor's heart. Someone - probably one of the cannibals who helped transport him from the rubble pile to Rosie's parlor - must have grabbed the broken microphone as they carried him out, because the fractured pieces are sitting on the side table at the other end of the couch. Under normal circumstances the awareness that someone had touched his staff without permission would spark a flash of rage from the Radio Demon, but now he can only stare dismally at what remains of his cane - aware that it's no longer capable of accomplishing much anyway.
It takes only a few minutes for Trudy to stitch Alastor back up and wrap his chest in a stretchy gauze. Meanwhile, Rosie quickly mends the worst of the tears in his clothes - if only to avoid having to watch her friend stare down the couch at his broken staff, with an uncharacteristic half-smile that damn near breaks her heart.
"Alright, sir, that should do it for now. It's a nasty gash, for sure, but the salve should keep it from getting infected."
"Thank you, my dear." He gives an appreciative nod to the surgeon, and Rosie too, as his fellow overlord hands him back his clothes.
"Can't have you going around with a big hole in your chest, can we?" Rosie steps back and scrutinizes her own patch job as he slowly dresses himself again. "It ain't perfect... especially for a classy fellow like you. But I'm sorry to report that I saw my tailor at a Sunday brunch just last week. Inconvenient, but I gotta admit, he made a wonderful casserole."
For the briefest of moments, this aside manages to tweak Alastor's smile into something vaguely genuine. "I'm sure he did."
"One more thing, Mr. Alastor, sir," Trudy jumps in as the radio demon pulls on his coat. "So sorry, I almost forgot. The angel also threw you against a wall, correct?"
At the recollection, Alastor's smile stiffens into something more closely resembling a grimace. His antlers rise between his ears. "Does it matter?"
"You may be at risk for internal injuries." If Trudy is at all fazed by inviting the most powerful overlord in hell's annoyance, it doesn't show. "I really ought to check, just to be safe."
Alastor looks away. As loathe as he is to even acknowledge his own fragility, he truly isn't sure of the extent of his own injuries - given that he's not used to receiving them in the first place. And he'd be damned (well, damned twice) if Adam had ruptured something vital, spelling the radio demon's second death a few hours after the fact.
He grits his teeth. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
"Lovely. If you could just lie back, sir..." As he obliges, she kneels beside the couch. "I'm just going to feel for any swelling..." Her hands hover over him-
"Er, wait." Alastor abruptly sits up.
"It's alright, I won't touch your wound!" Trudy soothes. "I'll just be feeling down here..." She gestures to his midsection (which elicits a sharp flinch).
"No, I-" He hesitates. "I'm... not sure this is necessary."
"Oh, Alastor, stop worryin'!" Rosie reassures him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Trudy is quite picky about her meals. She'd never go for venison."
"That's... not what..."
Alastor pauses, and evidently decides against trying to explain what he meant. He reluctantly lies back against the cushions again.
"I'm going to place my hands under your shirt, sir. If you feel any pain, please alert me."
"Very well."
As Trudy lifts his shirt, he looks like he is going to say something more - but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment her hands make contact with his stomach. He brings one knee up sharply.
"Tender there, sir?"
"No! No, your hands are cold." His words have gone uncharacteristically stiff.
Trudy methodically probes one side of his belly, then the other (which in turn causes his other knee to pop up). This time when Trudy asks if he's in pain, he merely shakes his head.
The surgeon furrows her brow, concentrating. Human-animal hybrids like Alastor already take a bit of poking around just to get a sense for each unique configuration of organs. It doesn't help that the man is bracing for every touch...
"Are you sure this doesn't hurt, sir?" she murmurs tentatively. "You're very tense."
"Yes." The word comes out like a hiss. She glances at the radio demon's face. He's wearing his typical showman's smile, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling with a weird, wide, unwavering stare.
Finally the surgeon sits back. "Well, I don't feel anything concerning. But to be honest, sir, I can't feel much of anything." She turns apologetically to her employer. "His stomach is all clenched up..."
But Rosie is simply standing there pressing a huge grin into her glove. She's known Alastor for decades. She can read his expressions like a magazine.
"Alastor, darling," Rosie drawls casually. "Are you ticklish?"
From the radio demon's reaction, you'd think she'd asked if he was an Exorcist. He scrambles to sit up. "No! Why would-"
"You're ticklish. That's..." She catches herself just before the word precious.
"...What?!" There's an edge of defensiveness to his voice that Rosie very rarely hears from him.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I'm not emb- That's not- what-" Oh, she's giving him that look. "I'm just- I wasn't-"
As he speaks, Alastor's voice suddenly goes thin. His gaze turns inward. "I'm stuttering. I don't stutter! I've never stuttered!" He clutches his coat closer around himself. "I am the RADIO DEMON, for heaven's sake, I don't sta-AHH! Haha-!"
Evidently a scribble to the ribs is a very effective way to interrupt a panicking demon. Rosie runs her fingers from his hip up his side to his arm and back a couple times for good measure.
The amount of startled laughter she is able to draw from just this surprise touch delights her - the poor man is so ridiculously sensitive that a five-second one-handed tickle leaves him fully breathless.
"Okay! Okay, okahay! Keheh- Rosie!"
"Sorry dear, couldn't resist." She holds her hands up, still beaming like a stadium light. "I'll stop torturing you."
Alastor clears his throat. "You're not torturing me, dearest." He straightens his bowtie, clearly attempting to salvage his dignity. "You know what I always say, laughter is a powerful sign of-"
He cuts off with a sharp inhale and defensive flinch as Rosie perches on the edge of the sofa beside Trudy. She grins.
"You're right. That's certainly your specialty, isn't it?"
Alastor forces a nervous chuckle. "Never fully dressed without a smile, you know."
"Well don't worry, darling. I understand." She pats his knee. "Just because you've got the scariest evil cackle in hell doesn't mean you appreciate having it tickled out of you."
Rosie had expected this assurance to put him at ease, but if anything, he seems more troubled.
"Why would I mind a little, ah..." Tickling. Tick-ling. He can't bring himself to articulate two syllables. Is this all he's left with without his staff? "...Er, a little bit of levity? Can't let things get too serious, can we?" With another quick cough, the radio demon finally manages to get his voice to fall back into his familiar breezy cadence. He turns to Trudy. "Now, are we... quite finished with that examination?"
"Nothing seems amiss, from what I can feel." Trudy takes a step back. "Which is not much, but I think I've already made you uncomfortable enough..."
"Nonsense! I'm perfectly at ease!" He lies back again and smooths his coat. "Please, finish your little checkup. I insist."
Trudy regards him curiously for a moment. "Right." Her hands hover over his belly again. "But if you want me to stop, sir, just say the word-"
"I assure you that w-won't be necessahary..."
Trudy watches him seize up before her fingers even make contact. This time she presses a little deeper into his belly, trying to feel around his defensiveness.
"You are punching holes in my couch," Rosie remarks dryly, watching the poor demon's claws bury themselves in the cushions.
"I kn... ohow, I'm just-" He squeezes his eyes shut as Trudy hits a particularly bad spot. And then another. And another... hell, his torso one big bad spot.
"What do you think, Trudy?"
The young doctor just shakes her head.
"Alastor. Darling. You have GOT to relax."
"I am!" Alastor's composure is dangling by the thinnest of threads.
"Maybe it would help," Trudy says, with infinite caution, "to just go ahead and laugh, sir."
A beat. And then Rosie bursts into laughter.
"Giving new meaning to the 'deer in the headlights' expression, my friend." She scoots closer. "I thought you just said you don't mind a little 'levity'..."
"I don't!"
"In that case. Carry on, Trudy - Auntie Rosie is gonna help our patient out a bit while you work."
Too late, Alastor realizes what his fellow overlord has in mind. "Wait, wait! Ros-"
A delicate set of nails find the region just under his ribs - and it's all downhill from there.
"Ah! Fuhuck!" Alastor chokes on a curse before he can catch himself. He twists sideways, collapses into muffled giggles, and briefly manages to pull himself together - just barely - with a few hyperventilated breaths. "Rosie, really! This isn't- please- ack! I can't-" There's that damn stutter again. He hadn't even stuttered when Adam slashed him.
And now, Great Alastor the Radio Demon, undone by some scribbles? And a medical exam?!
Meanwhile, Trudy can feel even less now than she could before, her patient's belly now quaking with silent, suppressed mirth. But she takes one look at Rosie's delighted expression... and continues probing anyway, curling a subtle little smirk of her own.
It seems Rosie has picked up on a slightly less tangible injury than anything Trudy can address. But fortunately, they've just stumbled upon a promising potential treatment.
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Part 2 is already pretty much finished - my brain is just too mushy at this point to contend with Tumblr's shitty text interface any longer, and this feels like a good stopping point.
Lemme get a good night sleep and another dose of Prozac and I'll have the rest out shortly 😅
💜 - Cozy
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Gangles Secret
((Ler!Jax Lee Gangle. SFW Only! Not a ship!))
Gangle sat on her bed sniffing quietly as she doodled in her journal. Her comedy mask had been broken again and drawing always helped her feel better. The ribbon character was drawing some slightly embarrassing sketches of herself being tickled silly. She had always wanted someone to gently tickle her, but she could never ask for it, so this was the next best thing.
Gangle was so deep into her doodles, she didn’t hear her door open or the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Hey crybaby, Ragatha says I’m supposed to come apologize for breaking your mask again so- heeeey, whatcha drawing?” Gangle nearly threw herself off her bed at the sound of Jax’s teasing voice.
“J-Jax! Nothing, just doodles!” She stammered out, holding her journal close to her chest. If she could blush, she would have been beet red in the face. Jax raised an unconvinced eyebrow and snatched the book from Gangle, causing her to cry out in a panic.
“Jax no!” The resident bunny snickered as he opened the notebook. Luckily, the more embarrassing stuff was more in the center.
“What, you drawing something nasty? My, my Gangle, I didn’t think you were so dirty minded.” Gangle whimpered and tried to grab her journal back, while Jax wandered in circles while he flipped absently through the pages. He had to admit, most of the sketches were actually pretty good.
“Dang, kid. You aren’t half bad at this drawing thing. I’m sure Caine would love you to design something for new scenes or- oh! What’s this?” Jax’s rare compliment was cut off as he saw Gangles tickle art. He looked at the drawings and then at Gangle, who looked ready to sink into the very ground.
“J-Jax…. Please don’t tell the others.” She whimpered, twisting her ribbon hands nervously. Jax’s cheeky grin faltered a bit. He was torn- on the one hand, he totally wanted to tell the gang. On the other hand, he was worried that might break poor Gangle, and loathe as he was to admit it, he cared about her feelings.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell ‘em. Scouts honor.” Jax held up 3 fingers in a salute. Gangle relaxed a tiny bit.
“Yah know, if this is the sorta thing you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” Jax said, closing the book and setting it to the side. Gangle looked stunned.
“R-really? You don’t think it’s weird.” Jax’s grin returned.
“Oh, it’s weird as [BLEEP]. But that’s nothing new here.” Jax plunked himself on the bed next to the drama character.
“So! What’ll it be? You want me to, Yah know.” Jax raised his hands and wiggled his fingers at Gangle, who couldn’t suppress the tiniest giggle.
“U-Uhmmmm….. okay. Just be gentle?” Jax smiled brightly and stood.
“I’ll be right back! Don’t move.” Jax sprinted out of the room, leaving Gangle confused and flustered. What on earth was Jax up to? She didn’t have to ponder this very long before the rabbit came back with an armful of tickly supplies. The sight alone made Gangle feel strangely giddy inside.
“Jax…. Wh-what is all that?” She asked as the bunny laid everything out.
“Just a few supplies. Your drawings had a ton of this stuff, so I thought you might like ‘em.” Jax explained gesturing to the assortment of feathers, paintbrushes, and what looked a bit like makeup brushes.
“O-oh…l-…..Jax you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. It’s okay if you don’t want to do this.” Jax turned to face her, planting his fists on his hips.
“Are you kidding? What about me says I wouldn’t take this opportunity to mess with you?” Gangle fell silent. He did have a very good point.
“Now! Where to begin?” Jax drawled, pacing in a circle around Gangle, twirling a long feather between his thumb and index finger. He may have promised to keep her secret, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna tease her relentlessly. Gangle giggled nervously as she eyed him.
“J-Jahahax. Don’t do that!” Jax smirked cheekily at her.
“Don’t what? I’m just trying to find a perfect spot to attack first.” Gangle squeaked and hid her face shyly at the teasing. Jax grinned viciously and swiped the feather under where he chin would be, causing her to squeal.
“EEK! Jax it tickles!” She tittered uncovering her face so she could halfheartedly bat the rabbit away. Jax smiled and retracted the feather, checking to make sure Gangle was alright. She gave him a wobbly smile.
“Y-you stopped.” She remarked. Jax nodded.
“Want me to continue?” He teased, flicking the feather across where Gangles stomach would be making her flinch with a fit of giggles.
“Y-yehehahahah.” Jax beamed and switched his feather out for a paintbrush.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He replied using the brush to stroke shapes along Gangle’s mask, while his free hand skittered lightly between her middle ribbon loops making sure to keep his touch light, sending her into fits of bright laughter. When Jax switched tools again and used the makeup brush beneath her chin and along her jaw, Gangle squealed with laughter, hiccuping in between giggles.
“Jahahahax! *hic* Nohoho mohohore! Pleahehehease!” Gangle wrapped her satin hands around the bunny’s wrists and gently pushed, signaling that she was at her limit. Jax took the hint and ceased his tickles, dropping the brush.
“Heh, you okay Gangle?” He asked, while the masked character caught her breath.
“Hehehe yeah. Thanks Jax. I-I needed that.” She answered, smiling shyly at the purple rabbit. Jax waved her off.
“Hey, no problem. And, if you ever want more, you know,” Jax paused and wiggled his fingers lightly at Gangle,
“Just come visit your old pal Jax and I’ll getcha good.” Gangle nodded and smiled softly.
“O-okay. I’ll try.” Jax winked and stood.
“Oh, by the way. You really should smile more. Even without your comedy mask it’s nice.” Gangle made a flustered noise and chucked a pillow at Jax who ran out laughing. But she did feel much better and when she joined her friends for dinner, her comedy mask was fixed and waiting at her spot with a note that read,
“In case of emergency, here’s your smile.”
The small doodle in the corner was a messy self portrait of a certain rabbit. Gangle considered herself very lucky indeed.
A/N: Hey guys ! Thanks for reading! I was inspired by an incredible piece of art done by @unnamable-lee! The lee!gangle drawing they did was absolutely adorable, so naturally I had to write a fic for it. Hope you all enjoyed!
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Tickles (SatoSugu)
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Characters: Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto
Lee!Gojo Ler!Geto
Summary: Geto discovers something interesting about his boyfriend.
(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest, so it's difficult to know who the author really is, but of course the credits are all his. It works very well as a reference for this story.)
"I'm home" Satoru Gojo said, trying to put a minimum of excitement in his voice, as he closed the apartment door behind him.
The day was very busy, the week actually. Okay, maybe the whole month.
The number and level of curses seemed to grow more every day and as he and Geto were the only special level sorcerers in the Jujutsu School, they had the hardest work. They weren't working as a team, barely managing to meet up throughout the days or do anything other than collapse in bed due to exhaustion at night, so Gojo was a little surprised when he arrived and found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Ah, Satoru, I didn't hear you arrive" Geto approached to kiss him.
"Are we celebrating something?" Gojo gestured towards the pots on the stove.
"Are you complaining?" Geto crossed his arms.
"No, not at all, the smell is wonderful by the way" He pulled him in for another kiss. "But aren't you tired? We could order something, no problem"
"No, it's okay, I arrived early today and I felt like cooking" He smiled. "And you, are you okay? Your face looks horrible"
Gojo opened his mouth in a forcedly offended expression, making Geto let out a low laugh. "I'm just tired, hungry and there's no way my face looks horrible, Suguru"
"Hmm, maybe I can agree with that" Geto pinched his cheek. "Take a shower, we're going to dinner now"
That's what he did and after they had dinner and Gojo washed the dishes, he collapsed on the sofa next to Geto, throwing his legs over his lap, while he watched something on television.
Gojo was quiet, quieter than usual and Geto noticed that. "Are you really okay?"
"Yes, yes" Gojo covered his mouth, yawning.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"A little, on my lower back and feet, but that's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just because I barely stopped today, I just need a good night's sleep"
"I can give you a massage, taking advantage of your feet monopolizing my lap" He squeezed them, gently.
"Oh no, no need to bother" Gojo tried to pull his legs back, only for Geto to keep a firm grip on his ankles.
"Helping you relax isn't a hassle at all" Geto smiled, making Gojo blush, at the same time as he gently pressed his feet back into his lap, in an exploratory way.
Gojo couldn't deny that it was very relaxing, the tension he felt disappeared within a few seconds. But he also couldn't help but shudder whenever he felt the fingers moving along his soles, a tight smile appearing on his lips. "Y-You really don't need to.."
"Shhh, this part is really good" Geto ignored him, without taking his eyes off the TV and without stopping his movements.
He had started by simply squeezing Gojo's feet lightly, in order to relieve the initial tension, and now he was sinking his thumbs into the skin, running the entire length of the soles with circular movements. Gojo managed to relax, even letting a moan escape his lips, but when Geto softened his movements, letting his nails lightly brush the center of his sole, he couldn't help but flinch. Geto didn't seem to notice, he was too engrossed in whatever he was watching and continued with the movements.
"S-Suguru.." Gojo said, as he squeezed the soles of his feet, trying to pull his legs back.
"Stop moving so much.." And it was only then that Geto looked at him and saw him covering his mouth with his hands, a strange expression on his face.
"That's great, you can stop now" He tried to hide it.
"No way.." Geto didn't realize it right away, but after he looked at his own hands and Gojo's tense posture and expression again, it all made sense. "NO WAY"
"S-Suguru-"
"You're ticklish!" He spoke, a little more enthusiastic than Gojo expected.
"Yeah, maybe a little.." He blushed, looking away.
"How come I never noticed before?!" Geto ran his fingertips along the sole of his foot, this time purposefully tickling it.
"Ah! Aahahaha don't do thahahahat" Gojo tried to pull his legs again.
Geto was delighted and repeated the movements, seeing his boyfriend laugh and shrug his foot away, as he tried to free his ankle from his grip with the other foot. He then grabbed both of them in a headlock, tickling them and eliciting a louder laugh from Gojo.
"AHAHAHAHAHAA, SUGURU! Nohohohoho hahahaha" He moved more, trying to reach Geto's arms as he was overwhelmed by the sensations.
Geto stopped after a few seconds and moved over Gojo, their faces very close to each other and kissed his cheek. "So cute"
"How I hate you.." Gojo said, breathing a little labored. "And isn't it cute!"
"Of course it is," Geto smiled. "so that's why you flinch when I do that?" And he buried his face in her neck.
"Hey! ahahahaha stop ihihihit" Gojo flinched as he felt the hot breath and the trail of kisses that Geto left along his ear and neck.
This only encouraged Geto to repeat the movements on the other side, making him laugh beneath him. And it was only when he started poking him back that Geto stopped, after all, he was also sensitive. He lay down next to him, stroking his white hair, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Damn, Suguru.." Gojo said, trying to sound serious, but his heavy breathing, flushed face and messy hair didn't make him very convincing. "You said you would help me relax!"
"And it didn't help? Laughing a little?" Geto smiled, that damn smile that made Gojo want to kiss him until he lost his breath.
"N-No!" He huffed, looking away again.
"Ahhh, so you need a little more?" Geto's expression changed to something that looked like innocence and cynicism at the same time and before Gojo could react, he was already straddling his waist.
"Don't you dare.. Suguru don't you dAHAHAHAHARE" Gojo burst into new laughter when he felt Geto's fingers dip into his belly.
The brunette smiled, seeing his boyfriend laugh and squirm beneath him. Gojo wasn't a serious guy, but that was the first time he saw him genuinely laugh like that, he wanted to mark that moment well and repeat it if he had the opportunity. "See how cute it is? You're ticklish everywhere"
Gojo continued to laugh, even though Geto wasn't launching an all-out tickle attack on him. He could also easily push him away and make him stop, but it was Geto, so he didn't care, he loved seeing his boyfriend having fun and smiling like that.
But not that much either. "Ahahahaha that's enough.. that's enough.." He held his wrists and soon Geto got off of him, laying down next to him again.
"Very useful information, I will use it wisely"
Gojo couldn't help but laugh at that. "Don't talk like you're not ticklish too" He poked him armpit, making him squirm away. "And of course I will also take revenge"
Geto grumbled, making an ugly face but internally he thought the idea of a tickle fight was really good, only to see Gojo losing. But that would wait for another time, as they soon fell asleep curled up in each other's arms.
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Ehe~ Thomato? 👀
Ayato said he was going to go to bed but instead took his papers to his room and is sneakily working on them. Thoma can’t have that smh smh 🤨
Stubborn commissioner
MWAHAHA LEE AYATO
I'm not very confident in my thomato writing skills, but I hope you still enjoy it!💖💖💖
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Ayato x Thoma (interpret as you wish)
Lee: Ayato
Ler: Thoma
Warnings: Tickles!
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As someone who harbored a lot of responsibilities, Ayato always did them with elegance and grace. At least that’s how he presented himself, but his most trusted servant knew the truth about how overworked and rushed Ayato truly was. As was the case tonight as well.
“And you promise you’ll go straight to bed? No more working, right?”
“Of course, Thoma” Ayato waved him off with an innocent look. Thoma was a bit hesitant to leave him be, but decided to trust him this time. Oh how wrong he was. The moment the blonde was out of sight, Ayato took his leftover stack of paperwork to his bed. I mean, he did go to bed. Although he decided to tune out the second part.
As Thoma finished his nightly tasks at the estate, he couldn’t shake off a strange feeling. He felt an insatiable urge to check up on the commissioner, considering how stubborn he could be at times. So he did just that. He quickly headed over to the bedroom, normally he’d be polite and knock, but in the case his lord was actually sleeping, he didn’t want to disturb. “It’ll be just a quick peek…” Thoma told himself as he slowly turned the doorknob.
Ayato felt like a deer in headlights at Thoma’s unexpected arrival, being caught red-handed. “...well, you never said I had to sleep”.
“I also said not to work” Thoma placed his hands on his hips, staring down at his lord like a disappointed father. Except Ayato just shrugged and kept on doing his paperwork as if Thoma wasn’t there to give him a piece of his mind.
The blonde had to remind himself to breathe in and out, there’s always a more civilized way to resolve conflict. Although that sort of logic can’t be applied when a certain someone is too stubborn to listen. Y’know what does apply? A silly approach.
“My lord, if you won’t listen, I’ll have no other choice but to resort to… drastic methods” as the blonde spoke, he cracked his knuckles. Ayato’s pen suddenly stopped writing, his whole body tensing up. Did he dare continue writing despite hearing such a threat?... Of course he did! Just as he stopped, he quickly resumed writing.
“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you”
Ayato was too zoned out to even notice Thoma’s eerily approach before it was too late. He suddenly felt a light swipe go down his spine. “Ah!” He gasped out loud, back arching forward. Although his movement was quickly restrained as two arms wrapped around his waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?~” Thoma whispered teasingly against his ear, two fingers digging into either side of Ayato’s stomach.
“WaHAit! Thomahaha!” It didn’t take long for him to burst out into bright giggles, squirming in the blonde’s arms.
“I’m done waiting. Either you put those papers aside and sleep, or I keep going” Thoma stated simply before burying his face against the crook of Ayato’s neck, making the latter squeal.
“Buhut I cahan’t…!” The giggly male whined out, gripping his papers for dear life.
“It’s cute you think you have a choice in the matter~” Thoma chuckled against his skin, worming his fingers under Ayato’s shirt.
“HAH—?!” Ayato almost doubled over when he felt cold fingers against bare skin, poking and prodding wherever they went. Papers flying everywhere as he went to grip at Thoma’s wrists. Not like he put much force into it, wether it was lack or energy or something else, who knows.
“My lord, do you still refuse to sleep?” As the blonde spoke, he softly wiggled his index finger against the commissioner's navel.
“EEP?! I�� PFF! AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! OKAY! OKAHAY! I’LL SLEHEEP!” Ayato leaned his head back, his limp body resting against his servant as he laughed with all his might. It was rare of him to let out such a boisterous laugh. Any energy he had left was definitely drained.
“And you’re very sure you’ll actually sleep now?” Thoma moved his hands to Ayato’s waistline, giving his hips a light squeeze.
“YAH?! Yes! Yehes! I’m suhure! Just– plehease!” the Kamisato clan leader was at his wits end, his laughter turning wheezy and airi. As adorable as the sight was, he really did need the rest.
“Haha! Okay, I’m done now. I promise” Thoma gave a sweet smile as his fingers came to a halt, his arms losening their grip to let go.
“Wait!—”
“Hmm? Yes, my lord?”
“Can we cuddle?” Ayato gave him a sleepy smile, one that Thoma couldn’t refuse. Not like he ever did.
“Of course, I’d love to” he held Ayato tightly once more, the latter resting his head against the blonde’s chest. It didn’t take long for the room to be full of soft snores. Thoma smiled down at him, giving a gentle kiss to his forehead, before joining his master in his slumber.
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22 (“What do you think you’re dOHOING!”) with lee!alastor and lee!charlie? Pls? :3
(Ik u meant ler charlie dw ^^)
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Alastor was just minding his buisness, as one does.
He stood ominously, observing what was happening in his surroundings: Angel flirting with Husk.. nothing new. Niffty running around the room, yelling “Stab! Stab!” while stabbing the bugs that speedily crawled around the floor, fruitlessly attempting to evade the blade in Niffty’s hand. Lucifer was asleep on the floor, of all places. ‘Such a strange man..’ Alastor thought to himself. Vaggie was nowhere to be found.. Typically normal; She has off days and avoids the group for a break sometimes.
But Charlie was nowhere in sight, either.
That was odd.
“Hm.” Alastor hummed, his eyes expressed his slight confusion, his smile not once faltering. It never did. He had to rely purely on his eyes to show his true emotions.
A set of arms wrapped wrapped his torso. His eyes widened and he couldn’t help the way he flinched. He was startled by the sudden contact, though he quickly relaxed once the one hugging him finally spoke.
“Alastor!”
Charlie.
The one person he feels he’d begun to trust, as much as he’d rather die (again) than admit it. Though, it is quite obvious how he feels about the princess.
“Ah, Charlie!” Alastor exclaimed, turning himself around and gently pushing Charlie off. “Where have you been? I don’t believe I’ve seen you since this morning.”
“I’ve been with Vaggie,” Charlie craned her neck to look Alastor in the eyes. “She said she wants to be alone for a little now, so I came to see how everyone’s doing!”
“Oh, trust me, my dear, everyone’s doing just fine!” Alastor kept his usual cheery tone. “Well, maybe aside from Husker; Angel Dust has been pestering him the whole afternoon.” The deer chuckled, the sound of his radio-filtered voice filling the room. It always made him stand out; you could always tell whenever he was around whether you could see him or not.
He liked that.
“Okay, so, I had an idea.. or, a theory, earlier, and I want to try it!” Charlie grinned, seemingly excited. This behavior from the princess was nothing new.
“Well, as I have said before, I am happy to fulfill your bizarre requests, my dear! What is it that you’d like to try, must I do anything to help?” Alastor leaned forward on his microphone, which he typically treated as a cane.
“Okay, close your eyes— You have to trust me, okay?” Charlie put her hands together and bounced on her heels. Alastor chuckled, and closed his eyes.
“My dear, what exactly are you doing hERE!? Chaharlihie!?” Alastor’s eyes shot open, radio static escaping him as his ears pinned down against his head. He looked down at the girl infront of him. “What do you think you’re dOHOING!?”
“Tickling you! And my theory was right; You are ticklish! Oh, this is so cute, why did you keep this hidden!?” Charlie almost squealed from her excitement at this new discovery, her fingers scribbling up and down the deer’s sides.
“Dohon’t be so lohOUD ABOhout ihit, my dehear!” Alastor lightly grabbed onto Charlie’s hands, though he didn’t make much of an effort to push her away.
“Aww, Alastor!” Charlie cooed, “You’re so ticklish, this is adorable!” She brought her hands up to his ribs, eliciting radio static followed by a fit of loud laughter.
“ChahAHARLIE! Ohoh, nohot thERE!” Alastor doubled over and his knees buckled. Charlie caught him before he hit the ground and gently layed him on the floor.
“Oh, is this a good spot?” Charlie teased and vibrated her fingers on the spaces between the bones. “I can’t believe how ticklish you are!”
“Okay, okAHAHAY! Mehercy, CHAHARLIE! PLEASE!” Alastor pleaded, and Charlie obliged.
“You know, you didn’t really ask me to stop during that..” Charlie smirked as she noticed Alastor’s eyes widen for a quick second. “Did you like that?”
Alastor stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “You tell no one, or else I will not have mercy.” He warned, leaning forward to taser Charlie’s sides. The look on the deer’s face went smug as she squealed.
“Point taken! Your secret is safe with me..” Charlie put her hands up in surrender.
“Good girl.” Alastor patted Charlie on the head as he stood up.
“Well, my dear, as much as I’d love to continue this interaction, I do have some errands to run,” He brushed his hands on his coat, smoothing it out a little before placing his hands behind his back. He turned and made his way to exit the hotel before calling out behind him, “Tell Vaggie I wish her well!”
Alastor’s secret was definitely not safe with Charlie; She immediately went and told Vaggie about what happened.
She was sure she’d be fine, it’s not like Vaggie would go around saying anything.
Right?
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HI HI HI, just noticed that you have ATSV in your fandom list and literally exploded?!???? I’d like to order oranges, bananas and cherries pls!! Ler! Miguel and like Lee!Reader BUT LIKE, the reader is like just a teenager?? Found family trope if you catch my vibe yk
TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS, if ya don’t ITS FINEEE BUT YEAH YEAH <333
Fruit(s): Oranges, Bananas, Cherries
This is a pretty fun idea, don’t get many insert requests! I’m pretty sure you meant the reader to be a spider person, so that’s where I went with it. If not, eeeeeh sorry! Never written for Miguel, so I hope he isn’t too crazy OOC in this. Also, since it wasn’t specified, went gender neutral. A tad angsty because it’s been that kinda week. It’s long because I’m a sucker for found family stuff.. Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Gender Neutral Reader
Ler: Miguel
Summary: You’ve been taking unnecessary risks on missions, trying to show off and impress a certain Spider-Man. It has the opposite effect, only worrying the man and making him question you. After you joke around and play off the danger, he uses a special tactic to make sure you learn your lesson.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Your life was interesting, to say the least. For the past seven months, you had been your universe’s one and only spider person. That…that was hard. Especially when you had nobody to turn to. Trying to stay in school and keep the city safe was easier said than done, and it was still a mouthful. That stress took its toll on you, and it wasn’t pretty. Long story short, you managed to isolate yourself from everyone who cared.
On one particular night, you were fighting a strange villain you’d never seen before. He…kinda looked like he had a fishbowl on his head; his appearance was cartoonish. Called himself Mysterio. The guy kept yelling about his revenge; how Stark, whoever that was, wronged him. Just another crazy guy. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful crazy guy.
He gave you everything he had. Mists, holograms, hallucinations. You were reeling, struggling to stay in the fight. Mysterio prayed on your anxieties, your fears, your past: everything you had been facing. One thing was painfully clear.
You couldn’t do it alone.
And that’s when your luck turned. A bright flash of orange and red light broke through the green smoke, someone’s booming voice bringing you back to reality. Glowing red webs popped the hologram devices, a blue-and-red suited man landing a hit square in the fish bowl.
In a few quick strikes, the fight was over. The man caught your attention with his fighting skills and quick thinking. You could tell he was trying to keep Mysterio away from you. When the fight was over, you rushed over to him, trying to get any information from him.
He looked you over, having LYLA scan your signature. You were…all alone. Everyone you loved had been shoved away. The man related a bit too closely to that…
Before you could come off as completely desperate, he tossed you a watch and waved you towards an open portal. The rest was history.
The man, Miguel O’Hara, took you under his wing. He was a bit temperamental, but it was clear he cared for you. No matter how many stupid mistakes you made, how many anomalies got the drop on you, he was right there. You definitely grew attached, placing him high on your mantle. You wanted to impress him, though that was more difficult than it seemed. Pushing your limits, you gave every mission your all, even if it put you at risk. You were fine. Just needed to do better.
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Miguel was concerned. No, scratch that, he was worried and downright anxious for your every move. Why were you taking so many unnecessary risks?! He certainly hadn’t taught you that, though a few names came to mind… Regardless, it was a habit you had to drop.
The mission you went on that day was the last straw. It was a low-grade villain, just an average Kraven. Easy catch-and-send; only you didn’t make it easy.
Kraven had laid all sorts of traps, though thanks to his brightly-colored universe, they were detectable. At least, they would’ve been if you hadn’t rushed in. In your mind, the quicker you captured him, the more impressed Miguel would be. Bursting into action, you didn’t notice the traps and sprung a flash-bang snare. While you managed to dodge the wire, you were dazed and your spider sense was left reeling. Not good.
Struggling to your feet, you shot out webs in every direction, trying to nail him or at least get a sense of where he was. The flash wasn’t good, though if you still caught him, Miguel would at least be a little impressed. A yelp to your left got you what you needed. As you ran to try and web him up, you stepped on a wire; a wire connected to a high-voltage unit. The sound of the electricity hit your ears before the shock itself.
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“What were you thinking?”
The dim lighting of Miguel’s office just made everything twice as intimidating. You had gotten a clean bill of health from the med bay, though it didn’t make you feel any better. It felt like you let him down. When you shrugged, he sighed, running a hand down his face.
“Malditos adolescentes.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Miguel was far from mad, but he was definitely worried, and yeah, a little annoyed that you kept ignoring your training. Still, he knew showing that would only upset you further. “You going to start talking or sit here in silence a little longer? It’s empanada day, and I’d be happier if you came clean.”
You rubbed your arm, remembering the way your nerves lit up from the trap. It was safe to say you were embarrassed to admit the real reason you rushed. “Uh…felt like I needed a little recharge?” Okay, dumb joke, but it’s how you dealt with stuff. How a lot of spider people dealt with stuff.
He huffed, not appreciating your attempt to play off his concern. “Look kid, I’m gonna tell you how it is. You’ve been rushing missions, over exerting yourself, and making risky calls I’ve never seen from you before. Tell me what’s going on with you. I promise I won’t get mad.” His voice softened at the end, his look shifting to one of concern and worry.
That made you pause. Lying wasn’t going to get you far, and it was really close to lunch… “I…kinda, sorta, maybe wanted to…ya know, i-impress you…” Your voice dropped off at the end as you suddenly found a scuff on the floor incredibly interesting.
“Kid…” Miguel paused, taking a deep breath. “C’mon. You know you don’t have to try and impress me. I just don’t want you making stupid mistakes and getting hurt.” It didn’t take a genius to decipher the look of guilt that went across your face. Miguel thought back to a few weeks ago, when you had gotten a minor side injury. He had bandaged you up and made a rather adorable discovery while doing so. That’d work.
Trying to control his expression, Miguel got closer, sitting beside you on the ledge. Miggy was trying to get better with his people skills, and since he met you, he was doing good. “Look, burbujita, it’s okay. Get the guilt off your face, try a smile~”
You understood where he was going with that immediately. You quickly shot out a web, shooting up towards his tall office cieling. He shook his head, a throaty chuckle escaping him before he followed. It was big, but he knew his office better than anyone. Silently, Miguel landed on the cieling, scanning for you.
A place where rebar met the ceiling gave you a place to crouch. You clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to hide any giggles or heavy breaths. Unbeknownst to you, it was the only spot up there like that. He knew exactly where you were.
Miguel crawled over, springing up and grabbing you by the waist. He huffed at your shriek of surprise, carefully dropping back down and sitting you down on one of the ledges. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sitting beside you and pulling you close. If he hadn’t been planning such silly antics, it would’ve been sweet.
Before you could try to shove him off, you felt five clawed fingers on your side. The arm around your shoulders tightened, blocking any escape routes. “M-miguehehehel?!” Tickling was the last thing you expected; maybe yelling or a two-week probation, but that? And he was so smug about it, too.
“You should really laugh more, kid. That sound? Que lindo…” Miguel raked his claws up and down your side, being extra careful not to scratch you. You twisted and squirmed in his grip, but it was solid; you weren’t going anywhere. “Cohohome ohon! Ihi’m sohohory!”
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “None of those apologies. Just stop putting yourself at risk, kid. I’m proud of you for just putting the mask on and going out to fight. You don’t need to overdo it.” Your cheeks reddened at the praise, though you blamed it on the silliness.
Just when you thought he was done, you felt the claws move to your belly; specifically, he started on your navel. Ignoring your squeal of protest, he dug in. “They really need to make these suits thicker, huh? Great for flexibility, though not too good against wiggling fingers.”
You kicked your feet, squealing and laughing like a little kid. Miguel found it adorable. When he first met you, you were stuck in worries and the unpleasantness of life. It was nice to see you just let loose and laugh, even if it was a little unprofessional.
He caught the redness of your cheeks, deciding to tease you just a bit further. “You’re so red, kid. Should I start calling you cara rosa?” Feeling your face heat up further, you tried to hide it in his chest. He tugged your shoulder, keeping your red face where he could see it. It was cute.
Wanting to hit one more spot before he quit, Miguel moved to claw at your ribs. He climbed up and down your ribcage, trying to get as many happy giggles out of you as he could. “You gonna stop trying to impress me and just do your best?”
You nodded, thrashing like a worm on a hook. “Yehehes! Ihi prohohomise!” Miguel chuckled, pinching your side one last time before stopping. He rubbed your back, hugging you close and trying to help you settle down. “Was that so hard?” A small laugh escaped him at the look he received. “Alright, alright, I’m done. If you ever feel like that again, just tell me. I’ll help.”
Right as he stopped talking, a small sound made him smile further. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Guess I tired you out, didn’t I? We should go get you some lunch.” He patted your shoulder with a smirk, standing up and walking to the door. You cursed your stomach’s stupid growl before following, reflecting on everything that had happened to you since you got bit. Living with a man who cares about you, working to keep the spider-verse and all the people within it safe. Yeah, not a bad way to live…
#kasey's fruit shop#atsv tickle#lee!reader#ler!miguel#ticklish!reader#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickle#fruit shop event#across the spiderverse tickle#across the spiderverse#atsv#miguel o'hara & reader#miguel o'hara and reader#found family#atsv miguel#ticklish!gn reader
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OOPS haha definitely wasnt meant to have this done like four days ago but i was #down with the sickness (chest infections4life) anyyyeay done now! here you go @the-gingerbread-lee
and happy very late @squealing-santa !
word count: 997
pairing: Lee!Todoroki /& Ler!Midoriya
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One of Midoriya’s favourite things about living at U.A. was the campus. Not just the state of the art gyms and dorms, but the large expanse of parks and forestry surrounding the main buildings. It was beautiful, in between all the facilities there were parks with soft grass, tall trees and flower beds. It was a favourite study spot for many students, including Midoriya.
He lay on his back, head propped up against his study-buddy’s thighs as he worked through his art homework. The study buddy in question was Todoroki, sitting upright against the tree and resting his book against Midoriya’s head. It was something of a symbiotic relationship.
They were the only ones in the park, given that the grounds were otherwise covered in a foot of snow. Only a small ring of dry grass prevailed around the tree where they sat, kept warm by Todoroki’s quirk.
Midoriya shifted, adding a little more shading to the drawing, causing Todoroki’s textbook to fall to the ground.
“Sit still.” He grumbled, picking it up.
“Meh meme me meh.” Midoriya grumbled back playfully. He waited a second, then twitched again, sending the textbook tumbling into the grass.
Todoroki glared as Midoriya beamed up at him.
He picked the textbook up and lightly hit Midoriya on the head with it, then set it back down.
Midoriya glanced back at his work. It was nearly finished, and he had a while before needing to hand it in. Moreso, the prospect of messing with the usual stoic boy was quite appealing. He and Todoroki had been getting closer, and with that came a surprising discovery that Todoroki could be quite playful. The two had spent countless hours rolling around on the floor, on the bed, the dorm’s sofa, the list goes on. Midoriya cast another glance at his work, then grinned.
Now on a mission, he counted to 60… then twitched.
“Midoriya!” Todoroki snapped, “Stop annoying me, I’m almost done.”
“But you’re so fun to pester~.” Midoriya cooed back.
Then his head fell back and lightly hit the ground as Todoroki shuffled away, smirking slightly.
“Aww come on Shoto~, don’t be like that.” Midoriya said, but was unable to keep the grin off his face.
“I am like that.” Todoroki responded, staring at his math homework.
To most, Todoroki would look slightly stern and annoyed. But to eagle eyed viewers such as Midoriya, his ears were slightly red, his eyes were unfocused and his fingers were drumming on the page. He was waiting in anticipation.
Quietly, Midoriya sat up and kneeled next to him, pressing his face into Todoroki’s.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asked.
“Concentrating, now will you pleas- ACK! Midoriya!”
“Todoroki,” Midoriya smiled, pulling his hand away from his ribs, “What’s wrong?”
Todoroki glared but said nothing, moving to stare back at his work.
Midoriya poked him again.
He twitched.
Another poke.
Another twitch.
“Are you ignoring me?”
Another poke.
“I aham- I am not.”
…
Midoriya attacked, wriggling his fingers into Todoroki’s ribs as he suddenly jolted, dropping his book. Quickly as he could, Todoroki stumbled to his feet, backing away into the cold snow.
“Midoriya, what about our work- Midoriya, please.” He begged. It was strange to see him so emotive, but whenever they engaged in fights like these it brought out an unseen childish side of him, something that Midoriya adored.
“I’m gonna getcha~.” He teased, advancing with wiggling fingers.
Todoroki took off, running through the snow and carving a smooth path through the field. Midoriya raced after him. He almost tripped on a hidden rock and stumbled, and Todoroki grew further away. He ran faster, and debated using Full Cowl to bring him up to speed when Todoroki began to turn slightly, allowing Midoriya to put on a final burst of speed and pounce.
Todoroki yelled out in shock, falling into the cold snow, which quickly melted under him. He was hot all over, from his quirk, the burst of exercise and general embarrassment at their situation.
“Gotcha.” Midoriya grinned, using Blackwhip to (unfairly) pin his arms to his sides.
Todoroki huffed, wiggling a little to no avail.
“Very classy.” He said, deadpan.
Midoriya just smiled, bringing his hands up to tap along Todoroki’s ribs. He twitched a little, but the hoodie he was wearing protected him, a little. Countering this, Midoriya’s hands crept down, further and further until they reached the edge of his jumper, then they darted under, his fingers scratching at the thin t-shirt that covered Todoroki’s stomach.
He yelped, not expecting the sudden assault and began squirming in earnest.
“Mihihidorihiyaha!” He cried, writhing, “We’re ihin puhublihic!”
Midoriya lifted his head and looked from side to side, letting his hands drift to Todoroki’s sides.
“I don’t see anyone. Besides, your laugh is so cute! I think everyone deserves to hear it, you should definitely laugh more.”
“SHUHUHUT THEHE FUHUHUHUK UHUP!” Todoroki screamed, his back arching as Midoriya grasped at his sides.
“Wow, such harsh words. You wound me, Todoroki.”
“IHIHIT JUST TIHIHIHCKLEHES, PLEHEHEAHASE!”
“Fine, fine~, I won't pester you much longer.”
He grinned.
“But first,” Using Blackwhip, he brought Todoroki’s hands up beside his head, smiling wider when they trembled for him to put them down.
“You can always tell me to stop~.” He cooed.
Todoroki looked at him, eyes bright, face flushed and a wobbly smile on his lips, and looked away.
“Well, if you say so.” With that, he dove his hands into Todoroki’s underarms, scratching lightly and watching as Todoroki howled with laughter beneath him.
As he did, soft flakes of snow began to fall from the sky and land around them.
With Todoroki’s melodic laughter, the heat from his body washing away the cold and the beautiful snow, it couldn’t have been a better day.
#this is def a combination of like 4 prompts from them haha#ler!midoriya#lee!todoroki#mha tickling#squealing santa 2k23#in 2k24#shameful#lol
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Heyaaa!! Since candy hearts is open I’d like to request somethingg
Lee Megumi and Ler Gojo with the sentence starter 🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”
I just need something with these two, they have such a father and son dynamic that I love so much <33
{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}
Heyo! :D Oo, Gojo and Megumi! I also love their dynamic kjakjjkerjkaerj I've gotcha covered, anon! :3
Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"
“Megumi.” Gojo sounded..strangely serious. Megumi looked back at him, not liking the solemn expression he wore. “There’s something I need to know.”
There was a pause. Then…
“When’s the last time you smiled?”
Megumi all but groaned at the question, physically rolling his eyes so hard he leaned back. “Gojo-”
“I’m serious! I haven’t seen it in so long- I-I-” The older man sniffled, putting on an over the top frown with shiny eyes. “I miss my baby!”
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” Megumi shoved him lightly, breaking Gojo’s character entirely as the older man laughed. “I smile when I feel like it. And I don’t feel like it right now.”
“Hmm, I see. You’ve got troubles, huh? Come on, talk to me.” Gojo opened his arms up invitingly, waggling his brows over his sunglasses. “Or do you want a hug? I give good ones.”
“No thanks, I don’t want to talk or hug.” Megumi backed up when Gojo stepped closer, grinning. “Gojo…”
“Megumi…�� He taunted back, taking another daring step as Megumi backed up more. Seconds later, he was chasing him around the practice mats, laughing as Megumi scrambled to stay on his feet. “Come here, Megumi!”
“Stay awhahay-AH!” Megumi yelped when his foot caught the edge of a mat, tumbling into it with a low groan. For a brief moment, Gojo wondered if he got hurt.
But then Megumi was scrambling to get back up and he decided the kid was fine. In a matter of moments, he had him trapped on his back, digging into his ribs. “Ghoohoohooohojohohoohohohoho!”
“Look at that- smiling like the sun! Oh how I missed it!” Gojo cooed down at him, laughing alongside the teen as Megumi thashed and giggled beneath him. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you laughing so much- it’s been so long!”
“Nohohooh, yoohohohou’re juhuhuuhust ohoohohohld!” Megumi argued, all but squealing in mirth when Megumi attacked his armpits. “Geahhahahah, nohohooohohoho!”
“Old, eh? You’re probably right. Say- I already forgot what your smile looked like.” Gojo winked as he carried on tickling, voice nearly lost beneath Megumi’s cackling fits. “Looks like we’re gonna keep going until I remember for good!”
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k24#tickle#tickle dabble#jjk#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro#fluff#I like these two lols ajrjkeakjrakjr#They've got such a fun dynamic akjerjkajrkekajrjke
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