#ler!doctor strange

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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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[cantsaythetword]

Squeals, Sparks and Spiderman

~A/N  - Yeah the title is shit but oh well.

Y'all I watched Spiderman NWH and OH MY GOD BOY WHEN I SAY I SCREAMED I did. I'm a boy who fucking loves Andrew Garfield.

Like look at this man

LOOK AT HIM

HE IS JUST <333333

He's not even in this fic I just luv him. Sorry.

But anyways, I got a request which was THIS:

"ohhh what if you had someone tickling doctor strange? And his magic sorta goes haywire and he has sparks glowing around him. Maybe some furniture slightly lifting/shaking. Like absolutely no control over it and when they tickle certain spots different reactions of magic happen? If you don’t feel like it it’s perfectly fine😊" - Anon Anon your MIND i love. But yeah kinda links to No Way Home, in no way links to Andrew Garfield I just needed the excuse to gush about him cause he is everything I want to be and more. Starts off the same as NWH but takes a different (better?) direction.

Hope y'all are having a good one, and are not annoyed by the spam of Andrew gifs (you know it's serious when I capitalise his name every time I say it).

Sorry this took so long to come out!

- Enoy! ~

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"OK but my Aunt May really should know-" Peter said nervously.

"Would you just stop talking!" Doctor strange commanded, trying his best to contain the spell.

The wizard side stepped around the table, arms circling the air causing orange rings to form around the pair.

"Could you also-" Peter began, reaching his hand out to touch Strange's side as he moved past.

He let out a half-strangled noise as the rings exploded outwards, sending shards of orange magic shattering across the floor.

"What was that?" Peter's eyes were wide, scared he had somehow seriously screwed up. "Are you alr-"

"I'm fine." Strange said a little too quickly. "Everything's fine."

He took a few shaky steps, clutching an odd glowing orb and trapping it in a container.

"Are you sure? Cause I touched your side and-" Peter rambled, gesturing to Stephen's ribs. The older man flinched away, almost sending Peter flying with his magic.

"Oh?" Peter smirked in an oddly intimidating manner.

"Peter, don't you dare..." Strange stammered, silently cursing himself for the very unthreatening tone. "We don't know how much damage has been dONE-!"

The doctor was interrupted by a jab to the ribs, forcing a yelp out of his mouth.

Peter's eyes were wide as a kid in a candy store. This was too good to be true.

Within an instant, Peter had tackled Stephen to the floor. His super-charged muscles easily pinning the wizard down. Almost immediately, bright orange sparks ricocheted around the room in time with Strange's giggles.

"I don't even know where to start!" Peter grinned, fingers tapping on his chin in thought. "How abouuuuuuut-"

"Peheheter nohoho-"

"Here!"

Stephen barked out a laugh before descending into manic chuckles as spiderman's hands scattered up and down his ribs. The sparks glowed and zoomed across the room with every jolt of ticklish laughter that came from Strange. The higher Peter got, the more erratic the magic became, and once Peter reached his armpits circles began to appear.

"PEHEHETER DOHOHON'T" Stephen tried to warn, but the evil smirk on Peter's face sent shivers down the already goosebumpy spine of the poor Doctor.

The moment Peter plunged his fingers into Strange's armpits, that high pitch, almost glassy sound echoed from Peter's left. Strange tried to splutter out a second warning but before he got the chance a tidal wave of seawater from the deep ocean plunged over the pair, knocking the two of them to opposite sides of the room. As Peter spluttered and swam for his life, Stephen managed to - within the water - compose himself enough to close the portal.

Peter and Stephen, both sopping wet, locked eyes for a moment. And Strange saw nothing but ticklish hunger in Peter's. Spidey swung across the room, webbing up the wizard without a second of warning, and landed swiftly next to him.

"Peter thihink about what you're dohohoing!" Stephen stuttered, wriggling in the silky bonds that held his body in some weird spider-cocoon.

"Oh I'm thinking alright, thinking this is a GREAT idea!" Peter chirped, gently wriggling his fingers against Strange's exposed neck.

As the doctor's muscles tensed in ticklish torment, the chairs and tables surrounding the two began to shake. The more intense the tickles became, the more violent the vibrations grew. As Peter's nimble fingers climbed higher onto Stephen's neck, the rumbling stopped. A quick glance around himself revealed that the furniture was now floating spookily as if it were possessed.

"Awwwwww Mister Strange, your magic is going haywire!" Peter giggled teasingly, making sure to gently trace the shells of his ears to make the objects shake slowly in mid air. "But I think we're done in this spot..."

Strange took a deep gasp, finally given a brief respite from the ticklish onslaught. He coughed a few times, restoring his deep gravelly voice.

"Peter wait. Let's not cause any more damage than we already have." He threatened, but it was difficult to be intimidating considering his cheeks were still flushed in a post-tickle glow.

Peter, ignoring the wizard's advice, continued his search for a new spot. His hands wiggled teasingly over the poor man's body, slowing down agonisingly close to his stomach.

"Peheheheter..." Strange's voice was already rising into an almost adorable pitch.

"Ye-heh-heh-hes?' Peter mimicked, and without giving Strange even a moment to respond he plunged his fingers into the doctor's tummy.

As Stephen's arms flailed as much as the spiderwebs would allow, Peter narrowly missed a book hurtling towards his head.

"Woah! When you said knowledge is the most powerful weapon I never imagined you'd throw a dictionary at me!"

"Stahahahap!" Strange chuckled helplessly, thrashing from side to side.

At least, it felt like powerful tossing. To Peter it was like pinning a giant worm that would wriggle every so often.

As Stephen's face became a purplish red colour, an odd orange glow radiated from beneath the webs currently containing him.

Peter's fingers were skilfully brutal. Managing to create the perfect combo of pressure and sensation, hard enough to elicit deep belly laughs, but too soft to feel anything but unbearably ticklish. There wasn't a single nerve on Strange's body that wasn't aflame, and there didn't seem to be a cell of his skin that wasn't now a deep amber.

"What you up to there Str-" Peter asked above Strange's giggles, but was rudely interrupted by a powerful but silent blast centring at his little tickle victim. He was knocked several feet into the air, landing crumpled against the wall next to the doorway.

Once Peter's senses were a little less scrambled, he was able to clamber to his feet excited to explore more of the wizard's tickle spots.

Unfortunately for him, Stephen had already composed himself after the senses assault and was rubbing away the goosebumpy phantoms.

"We do not speak of this. To anyone. This moment never happened. You should forget about it and continue your day." Strange muttered between the occasional deep breath.

Peter nodded, a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.

Oh this was a little factoid Peter was far from forgetting.

#fic #mine #lee!drstrange #lee!strange #lee!stephen #ler!peter #tickle fic #doctor strange tickle fic #apologies again for the andrew gif spam #but like i luv him #so youre gonna have to deal with it #but yeah i hope you like it nonny! #i'm sorry it took so long #and im sorry it is kinda short

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

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

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #ticklefic #tickle content #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling

[becki-here]

This is all so gratifying

Hi everyone! I translated my old fanfiction about the Once-ler into English so I guess someone will be interested in it and I decided to share it here.

Here is the link to the AO3 or you can read it below in the post <3

Summary: Doubts lead to even more doubts, or this is what happens when you don't want to go to the doctor when you're hallucinating.

Relationships: The Once-ler/the Greed-ler, Oncest.

Warnings: smut🔞, self-cest, PWP, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, different interpretations of what is happening are possible, inspired by Biggering (demo version).

Words: 3,198.

For him it was a terrible day. There was like a cloud was following him around, not giving him a second to relax. Even now, in his office, where he usually felt comfortable enough, something felt off.

The landscape had only become more depressing, so often the windows were covered with shutters. He took off his hat and glasses, pulled off his long gloves and uncomfortable jacket, and threw them all on the blood-red sofa that perfectly complemented the chair and the overall picture of his office. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. It is just some stupid habit that only his servants suffered from. The tie hung more loosely around his neck now.

"Maybe I should have a bigger office," he thought as he looked around the room and finally sat down at his desk.

"He wouldn't approve of that either," he immediately thought. The words of the little guardian of the forest replayed in his head sometimes, interfering with his work. The Once-ler knew he was wrong. He knew and understood perfectly well that his actions will soon have consequences. It strangled him in those lonely moments, and not in a metaphorical way, his throat tightened as if someone's hands were really squeezing him. At the same time, guilt gnawed at him from the inside so much that it seemed like something was going to tear in his chest.

What is right and what is wrong. He couldn't divide his decisions by these two criteria. He saw pros and cons in everything. But the thoughts of stopping everything, of ending it, began to creep in more and more often and argued with those that told him to continue to biggering.

Now the thoughts seemed to materialize and press on him physically. Their presence could be felt in the air in the room, as if there were indeed someone else here besides himself.

The Once-ler put his head on his hands on the table and sighed heavily.

"A cigar," he twitched and reached for a cigarette box that was a little further on the table. With a guillotine he easily cut the cap and began to quickly feel through his pockets for a lighter. Once-ler had no doubt that he had taken it with him in the morning. But perhaps it was in his jacket pocket. With a cigar in his hand, he tiredly stood up from his chair and looked toward the couch.

He saw a man in the same outfit and as tall as he is. He was propping up the wall next to the armrest of the couch. Once-ler froze for a moment. Before he could say anything, the man came closer and easily snatched the cigar from his hand. At the same moment, holding the same lost lighter in his hand, he just as easily brought the cigar to his mouth and began to light it. A couple of weak puffs and the spacious room began to fill with light sour smoke.

"Oh, shit..." Once-ler rolled his eyes.

The fright had gone, and now Once-ler just watched. He sighed and went back to his chair, the urge to smoke disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

"Oh, Once-ler... Why are you suffering so much?" a loud voice was heard in the room.

That voice again. So similar to his, only with terribly scathing and slightly frightening notes.

"Come on, do you really want to have such depressing evenings every week?" the dismissive rhetorical question made Once-ler look at the man's face again. The same soft features as his own were strangely combined with this mocking smile.

Once-ler have already thought he was going crazy. Such realistic hallucinations are not okay for a healthy person, right? Ignoring hasn't worked for a long time. So he began to call him the Greed-ler, as a part of himself that advocates favoring greed and pride and rejecting most other feelings. This is definitely not normal.

"Do you really have to show up here?" Once-ler blurted out in exasperation, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Have you forgotten who you're talking with, Oncie?" the man grimaced and started to smoke again.

"With whom? With a hallucination? A figment of my brain?" he said, looking into his clear eyes and waiting for an answer.

Greed-ler's superior gaze did not disappear, only intensified. But he ignored the question.

"You could have listened to me right away and lived your life peacefully, without engaging in meaningless self-examination."

"How do you know if I want that?" Once-ler hummed.

"Believe me, I know. I can feel your thirst for biggering... I would even say that I personify it."

"If my thirst for biggering is so great that it has 'materialized’..." he made a gesture with his hands. "...in your form, then why do I still not know if I am doing the right thing? Why do I still have doubts?"

"Because you're a fool, Once-ler," he almost hissed these words. "You contradict yourself all the time. How much can you doubt when your business is so profitable and so glorifying? It would seem that the choice is obvious."

"You're not the one to can lecture me on morality," he said, and instantly felt Greed-ler's gaze grow harder.

"You know you can’t stop... You'll continue anyway, now you're just stalling for time, and I don't understand why," he took a couple more quick puffs.

Once-ler grimaced at these words and looked away. His mind was still torn into two parts, one of which could not help but have thought about biggering and the other have tried to control it.

While Once-ler was thinking about it, he didn’t noticed how Greed-ler came closer to him. Until he suddenly jerked his hand and pressed the hot end of the cigar to it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Once-ler cried out in pain trying to escape but Greed-ler didn’t care about it. He pressed Once-ler into the chair blocking all his movements. Greed-ler was rubbing the cigar in his forearm until the last light went out. Then he let go of his hand and Once-ler saw a fresh small burn appear on his fair skin. He shook his hand and then clenched his fist, trying to ease the pain. He looked at the man with a look of incomprehension.

"You're a fucking pathetic, Once-ler, and you know it," his eyes widened and looked right into Once-ler's heart, searching his insides. He was still standing close, almost hovering over him, his hand was on the back of the chair.

"If you can't stop me now, why don't you just give up?" Greed-ler said, his eyes were burning.

Once-ler rubbed his hand, his gaze still pierced with unconsciousness and focused on Greed-ler's eyes.

"Just submit to me," he continued. "And you'll finally stop being so miserable."

Once-ler looked away again, because he felt that there was some truth in his words, but he didn't want to admit it. How much longer would he beat himself up and force himself to make a choice, was it really that hard to make a final decision?

His thoughts were interrupted by something pressing between his legs. Greed-ler's knee was pressing down on his groin as a grimace, something like a smile, spread across his face.

"Come on, Oncie," he leaned into his ear and whispered. "I know you want to keep biggering".

Once-ler flinched as the other man's breath touched his face and ear.

"As I said..." he rubbed his knee against his groin again.

Thoughts in his head suddenly jumbled, trying to understand the absurdity of the situation. Doubts rushed in different directions while his legs shook slightly from the manipulation. Once-ler didn't think that his visions were so real and that he was being molested by himself. "This is getting out of hand," he thought and let out a nervous laugh, followed by a light groan.

"How is this going to help me?" Once-ler exhaled.

"You'll understand," said Greed-ler, continuing to play with his lower body.

"I didn't agree to this," he said, but he didn't interfere with the man's actions.

"But you didn't say no either..." Greed-ler's hand slid around Once-lerr's waist and teased his back. "Go ahead, take it off".

Now Once-ler was overwhelmed with shame for everything that was happening, for all his actions. But some part of his brain was forcing him to take part in this game, it was clearly craving it so much that it was dulling all other feelings. But he was not going to give up so easily either.

"I'm not doing this alone," Once-ler said, looking at the man with a challenge, unsure of his next move.

Greed-ler grimaced, stepped back a little, and looked down at his body. Once-ler slowly and easily removed one shoe, then the other, and now he just waited. He just couldn't stop it. His hesitation and a bit of common sense still prevented him from accepting what was happening. His gaze was fixed on Greed-ler's eyes, hoping to see him retreat and it would end in an awkward, empty silence like his other visits.

But with a couple of quick and clumsy movements, Once-ler's pants were on the floor. His light underwear with hearts looked terribly funny in the whole situation and covered his boner just as terribly.

"So you have money, but you can't buy new underwear," Greed-ler said with a sarcastic smile.

"Does this really bother you?" Once-ler was embarrassed, but he clearly didn't want to show it. But the presence of this underwear separated them, gave him another chance to stop, and made him doubt everything even more. To doubt the possibility and logic of this situation in general. But the desire grew unnaturally fast, especially when Greed-ler slowly spread his legs and then suddenly pressed his pelvis against him. Pressing against him, barely moving, clearly playing with him, he smiled genuinely for the first time, as it seemed to Once-ler.

"Are you going to continue to be naughty or are you going to go on by yourself?"

These actions and his talk turned Once-ler on even more, while he still tried to hold back his soft sighs. Once-ler still wasn't ready to give up completely. So he only slowly brought his leg up and pressed down on the man's chest, creating distance between them.

"Today you serve me completely," he said quietly, keeping his voice as confident as he could.

Greed-ler's eyebrow arched in sheer surprise at the look on his face. He roughly grabbed Once-ler's leg and pulled it away from his chest.

"This is the first and last time I will submit to your whims," he growled.

Once-ler felt a certain victory, though it wasn’t one. He was only pretending to have some control over the situation, over Greed-ler. They both realized this, and now Greed-ler was giving in to his every whim without much resistance. He pulled his underwear down impatiently, touching every millimetre of his legs. This attracted Once-ler even more, as did the fact that he still had his long socks on.

"Oh, Oncie, we haven't even started," the man said, but not to Once-ler, but rather to his big boner.

Before Once-ler could respond to this remark, the man had already moved his hands closer to his buttocks. He fondled them as lewdly as he had done everything before.

"Will you ever stop commenting on everything?" said Once-ler, squirming against his movements. Greed-ler only smiled at that.

Now his long fingers moved closer and closer to the centre. They were touching the entrance barely, even delicately, causing Once-ler's breathing to quicken. The middle finger entered without much effort, but Once-ler must have shuddered and clenched even more.

"Oh, has Oncie been playing with his toys again for so long that I can insert so easily? Or maybe you finally found someone to fuck you?" Greed-ler said dismissively, searching his eyes and slowly moving his finger inside.

"It's none of your business," Once-ler squeezed out, holding back moans caused by both discomfort and skillful movements.

Greed-ler waited a moment and hummed.

"You're really pathetic, Once-ler," he abruptly pulled out a finger and inserted two more. "The only thing you're good at is being a boy to fuck, nothing more." A sharp pain pierced his entire lower body, and he let out a distinct moan. But the wave of pleasure quickly washed it away and now only his excited whimpers could be heard in the room.

"You're worthless, Once-ler... You gave up so easily. I thought you'd at least try a little," he continued to move his fingers in different tempos, teasing as his other hand caressed his hips.

Once-ler's slight whimper echoed through the room along with his thoughts.

"What a vivid reaction, Once-ler. No way you’re really gonna come just due to my fingers.

"S-Shut the fuck up... Stop it..." Once-ler barely managed to say, feeling that these words pleased him too much.

"You seem to be forgetting yourself again," Greed-ler said and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Hey, did you hear me?" he said, pulling and trying to inflict a little pain. Once-ler just hummed with pleasure, looking into his constricted pupils.

"You're so disgusting..." Greed-ler spat out contemptuously and unclenched his hand.

Now his fingers began to move rapidly, forcing Once-ler to tighten his grip on Greed-ler’s shoulder and twist the arm of the chair with the other. This picture clearly satisfied Greed-ler more.

"Well, enough playing around," he said with ferocity and pulled his fingers out sharply, causing Once-ler to yelp. When Once-ler looked up at him, he noticed the appraising look again, while hungry teeth spread into a smile. Greed-ler began to slowly unbuckle his belt.

Seeing his throbbing dick, Once-ler could barely keep from apologizing for his earlier words and begging him.

"Come on... hurry up..." he said quietly, even a little roughly, his breathing quick and intermittent.

"Just look at him…" instead of finally getting to the point, Greed-ler wrapped his arms around both of their dicks and slowly began to move his hand. The movements were light and even gentle, especially compared to the previous ones. He gently caressed both dicks, completely focused on it. The more Greed-ler touched him, the more Once-ler wanted to belong to him completely.

Greed-ler stopped it suddenly as soon as he decided for himself that it was enough. He shamelessly pulled Once-ler's legs up so that they were wrapped around his hips. The chair was terribly uncomfortable for this, but he didn't care much. He wrapped his hands around Once-ler’s thighs and rubbed the protruding bones. Once-ler once again felt that appraising, haughty look on his face.

Greed-ler moved the head of his dick teasingly around his anus. Once-ler's impatience had already reached its limits and was making him almost gasp for breath with every Greed-ler’s movement.

He saw a sharp smile appear on Greed-ler's face again. Once-ler was distracted and only closed his eyes completely for a second when Greed-ler abruptly put it inside. Once-ler’s muscles were contracting and his voice was trembling, but in his mind, Once-ler was only begging for a quicker continuation.

Greed-ler was playing with him, teasing and exciting him, he was barely moving, smoothly and slowly, rocking his hips. With each stroke he entered deeper, but he still advanced in a stretched manner, forcing Once-ler to clench his lips and stop each moan. The intensity of the vibrations increased as Once-ler squeezed his shoulder. Each thrust felt special to Once-ler like endless comfort, boundless knowledge, a gracious feeling that increased his already unbridled desire.

Shame for his weakness no longer overwhelmed him. The word "terrible" flashed through his mind for the last time, and the same strong "pleasant" replaced it at the end. A little more and he won’t have no regrets at all, because now only bliss enveloped him. Once-ler's mind went completely blank when he felt Greed-ler finally move as fast as he should. He could no longer hold back his violent, frequent moans, and there was no point in doing so anyway. The belt buckle periodically hit his buttocks, making him feel a tantalizing pain.

At some point, the sensations became too abstract, and therefore even deeper, and Once-ler forced himself to look up. His eyes widened with shock, as he thought he had completely lost his mind. He could see clearly, but he could still see the lower parts of their bodies gradually merging. He could not tell where his body began and Greed-ler's ended. Either because of the euphoria he had never experienced before, or because of other factors he was not able to think about, reality was becoming unattainable for him. He looked into Greed-ler's eyes with a mute question, and the eyes were as clear as ever. But a horrible grimace stretched across his face with a triumphant smile.

"Shhh..." the man tilted Once-ler's head back with his hand. "You'd better enjoy it without seeing anything."

Greed-ler was pushing him harder and harder on his dick, now moving his hips roughly, if they could still be called that. Once-ler gave in to his movements, his legs pressing harder and harder against his back, and he could no longer keep his eyes on Greed-ler’s face.

Suddenly, a warm mass spilled into Once-ler’s stomach, his eyes closed, and he could only feel it spreading inside him. Too much, too strong, too pleasant.

For a moment longer, and pleasure became a purely material concept for him. Now it was actually filling his entire insides, leaving no free space. He felt it reaching his head, and then it was also filled with something barely familiar, incomprehensible to him, but terribly languid. His own brain seemed to melt, as did his entire body, and he was overcome with frenzy. And then, it seemed, the last particles of his own consciousness disappeared along with the final moans, the sound of which will forever remain within these walls.

***

Once-ler found himself in his chair, dressed in his usual clothes, but a little disheveled. His head hurt terribly, and his body felt too vulnerable. Rubbing his face, he stood up and looked at the wall. The golden clock read almost four o'clock in the morning. He walked over to the window, which was usually covered by a shutter, and opened it wide. Fresh morning air filled the room, but it still couldn't displace the strange smell he felt. Rubbing his arm, he noticed a small, bright irritation in one spot, but he didn't pay much attention. He went out to the balcony and tried to breathe in with a full chest. From there, he could see a view of a colorful, sometimes bald, forest filled with machines waiting for workers. His body was covered with pleasant orphans from the mild cold and the realization of the scale of his project. A slight, satisfied smile stretched across his face and a small laugh escaped his lips in relief. He turned around and looked around his office. It also had a great view from the balcony. He remembered his thoughts from yesterday.

"I need a bigger office."

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[rjalker]

Title: "Male-presenting" Time Lord

Created November 26th 2023. Finished: November 28th 2023. Posted December 5th 2023 because I immediately forgot it existed.

Summary: The Doctor is not "male-presenting" just because ler new body is perceived as male. That's not how this works. That's not what those words mean. Donna and the Doctor have a conversation about gender, and not assigning it to other people. They also talk about the consequences of the Doctor erasing Donna's memories without her consent in the first place.

A fix it fic for Russel T. Davies' The Star Beast episode, because he currently fails at all crucial levels of understanding how transgender people work, so that the moral of the story just jumps straight back to biological and gender essentialism in the worst possible way that gets presented as "progressive". So now literally millions of people, cis and trans alike, think misgendering people by assigning them "x-presenting" language is tootally cool and epic and progressive. I hate it.

Word count: 4,237

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The Doctor was in the TARDIS’ conservatory, lying on a bed of Orbisian nest fungus near one of the tidal pools, head propped up with one arm. Hea was watching the tiny flits of blue and black that were the Quilluci dancing lights flies as they darted through the air, pollinating the flowers of the Venusian trumpet vine climbing a dormant tree a few feet away, while above, in the higher canopy, a Terran boat-tailed grackle whistled and rattled to show off its territory.

All around the Doctor were various shades of every color imaginable, each species in the conservatory competing and synchronizing to form an adaptive ecosystem.

The circadian rhythm of this section was winding down, so the light was starting to dim into an artificial twilight. Already, a few of the more go-getting night-calling life forms were starting to begin their chorus of hoots, chirps, croaks, and buzzes, either trying to attract mates, marking their territories, telling their friends the events of the day, luring in prey or pollinators, or sometimes all of the above all at the same time.

The Doctor had finally changed out of the clothes hea had regenerated into, but hadn’t chosen a new outfit yet. Instead, hea’d found simple pajamas and sandals, since Donna’s family was spending the night in the TARDIS due to their house being destroyed, and the TARDIS being more comfortable, and exciting, than a hotel, and less intimidating than a stay in one of UNIT’s guest centers.

Plus, the TARDIS had refused to take off until Donna came in to catch up with her. She had missed her so much. The Doctor had left the two of them to talk in the control room while hea showed Sylvia, Rose, and Shaun to the rooms they’d be staying in, then gave them a basic tour of the more casual areas of the TARDIS, safe for them to visit with only the TARDIS’ supervision.

Lying there surrounded by singing nature, it was so strange to think that hea and Donna had spent more time apart than they’d known eachother in the first place. Nineteen years it’d been since hea’d last seen her on her wedding day, right before hea’d regenerated out of this face the first time. And now this face, this body, was back, but hea wasn’t the same. And neither was she.

She’d spent all the winnings from the lottery ticket hea’d left her. Gave it all to the poor, the hurt, the oppressed. Left just enough for her to buy her family a house, and then spent the rest on paying for her daughter’s gender-affirming transition so she wouldn’t be forced to wait even longer to be allowed to be happy.

Hea really should have known Donna wouldn’t keep it all. If she had, she wouldn’t be the same Donna Noble he’d come to care about so deeply, and hea wouldn’t care for her nearly as much as hea did.

It was peaceful here, and this was the first time since this new regeneration that the Doctor had been able to stop and rest. Hea was different this time too. This body was older, like it had felt the time that had passed.

Hea was tired. There’d been a lot of running, and a lot of emotions, and that was a lot to take in immediately following a traumatic regeneration. Not that hea could even remember what a benign regeneration felt like at this point…Which just compounded the exhaustion. Thinking about what had led up to this regeneration hurt ler hearts.

Hea laid down more fully on the bed of soft, cushioned mushrooms, fully intending to fall asleep right there in the conservatory, hoping to wake up to happier thoughts. It was the perfect temperature, it was peaceful, the sounds of the wildlife were soothing. And the nest-fungi below ler were releasing the still achingly familiar scent of Orbis, trying to lull ler into sleep, promising dreams of the ocean…

“Are you awake?” Donna’s voice was pitched softly, but still managed to cut straight through the Doctor’s drifting thoughts like a knife, bringing ler back to the present moment so abruptly it was shocking.

Hea opened ler eyes and looked up at ler friend, saying, as though hea hadn’t been about to fall asleep, “Yup, I’m awake.” then, “I was going to take a nap, though.” Something about this new brain compelled the Doctor to be more honest about ler feelings that hea had been the last time hea had looked like this. It was kind of nice.

But hea wasn’t about to turn Donna away just for the sake of sleepiness. “Come on, get in here.”

Hea scooted backward, propped ler chin up on one hand again, and patted the mat of fungus in front of ler invitingly, sending up a cloud of sweet-smelling spores. Donna, slower than she would have done the last time they’d done this, laid down on the mat across from ler, both in matching poses, chins propped up on one arm, a comfortable distance between them for conversation.

There were a few moments where they simply looked at eachother, enjoying the sounds of the nature around them, learning the changes in the other’s old, new face.

The Doctor was so happy she was okay. That the metacrisis had been resolved without her death. But hea couldn’t help but feel the hurt that was festering somewhere around ler hearts from what she’d said just two hours ago, and all the things that went along with it. It was shockingly upsetting, and hea couldn’t seem to shake it.

Maybe it was the recent regeneration, and everything that had come with it, maybe it was the scent of Orbis clinging to ler clothes, maybe hea really was tired...or maybe it was just that ler friend had hurt ler without realizing how deep it would cut.

Donna’s expression changed as she watched the Doctor, growing more concerned with every heart beat. “Doctor, what’s wrong?” She finally asked gently.

Once upon a time, the first time hea had had this face, the Doctor would have brushed the question off, avoided answering, avoided facing ler feelings, avoided admitting them. But that was then, so many years ago, and this was now, after so many things had changed.

Hea said, keeping ler tone soft to match hers, “What you and Rose said before. You said --” Hea closed ler eyes for a moment, trying to remember the exact wording. “You said, ‘It’s a shame you’re not a woman anymore, she would’ve understood’, and ‘something a male-presenting Time Lord will never understand’.” Hea opened ler eyes again to gaze across at ler friend. “That, well, that really hurt me, Donna. Deeply.” The fact that hea could just say, out loud, how much it had hurt, was still astounding. It helped, saying it out loud.

Donna’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly in clear shock. “But I – you --” she said uncertainly, clearly lost and upset. “But I don’t understand? Which part hurt you? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I...I was just trying to make a joke...”

“I know you didn’t mean for it to hurt.” Hea said gently, “But it did. And I’m not…” It was getting harder to speak, but hea pushed on. “I’m not ‘male-presenting’,” Just the taste of the words was wrong. “And I really wish you wouldn’t call me that. It—” Ler voice broke a little. “--it really hurts.”

“I’m sorry—” Donna said, confused, regretful, “But I thought...you...I mean…but aren’t you male? This body? Isn’t it male? And the way you…” She trailed off, tongue tied, eyes begging for an explanation.

The Doctor knew what she was trying to ask. Of course hea knew what she meant. That was the whole problem.

Hea sat up, and the sweet smell of Orbis’ southern sea perfumed the air.

“This is my body.” Hea said, gesturing with ler freed hands at ler body, clothed as it was in a simple pearlescent nightgown. “Its DNA is randomly assembled when I regenerate. There is no part of this body that I chose for myself, or that I have any control over.” Hea lifted a hand to ler head, and tugged on a lock of short brown hair with a hand that was noticeably shaking. “I can’t grow this out. It stays this same length until I regenerate again. It would take hours upon hours to even dye it a little, and it’d probably fade within the day.” Hea gestured at ler chest, which was as flat as a board. “I didn’t choose this shape, this face, these hands.” Hea held them up for her to see. “I didn’t choose this.” Ler hands were both shaking now, so hea lowered them. But all of the rest of ler was trembling with emotion as hea continued, “I’ve never been able to choose.”

Hea was almost crying as hea said it, overwhelmed suddenly. It was like this regeneration had brought out all ler pent up emotions, dammed up for hundreds of years, now finally given an opportunity to break free. If only...

Donna had sat up to match the Doctor, and reached out to take ler hands in her own. Her hands were warm and conforming as she held lers. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said with heartfelt regret, “I never realized! Do you, I mean, do you want me to use she/her pronouns for you?” There was a little bit of desperation in her voice.

The Doctor wanted to drop ler head into ler hands, but Donna was still holding them, and hea didn’t want to pull away from the comfort she provided. She still didn’t get it. So many of them didn’t understand.

Hea shook ler head, suddenly unable to speak past the lump in ler throat. It took a few painful moments of trying and failing to finally get out the words, “Donna, I’m not a woman just because I’m not a man. I’m non-binary. I am not presenting myself as male or female, other people decides that for themselves based on what my current regeneration looks like, without ever asking me what I identify as.I don’t use she/her or he/him pronouns, or they/them, either. I—” And hea couldn’t speak again, struck still by hundreds of years of endless pain hea’d had to quietly endure.

Donna stared at ler, concerned, upset, still holding ler hands, massaging them soothingly. A thought flickered across her face, and she leaned forward, squeezing the Doctor’s hands as though in apology. “Doctor, I’m sorry, I should have just asked instead of assuming it was one or the other. My pronouns are she/her, same as before, just so we’re both clear. What pronouns would you like me to use for you?” She spoke the last words like they were a well-rehearsed script, and with a trans daughter, maybe they were.

There was a long, painful pause while the Doctor considered the pros and cons of being honest. On the one hand, it had been so long since hea’d had anyone who knew and used ler real pronouns. On the other hand, Donna seemed to only know about she/her or he/him pronouns, and maybe they/them.

How would she react to hearing pronouns that weren’t yet well-established in early-21st century British English?

Well...there was only one way to find out.

“Hea/ler”. Hea said, and cracked a teary, self-mocking smile in spite of lerself. “Can you tell I’m running on a theme?” The relief of just saying the words out loud almost managed to overwhelm the anxiety. It was silly. It was beyond silly.Hea was over a thousand years old. Hea shouldn’t, and normally didn’t care what people thought, but this was something so personal, and this was Donna, one of the best friends hea had ever had.

She gave a little laugh at ler joke once it registered, then pulled one hand away to hold it up as though for a pause. “Okay, healer. Hea/ler...” she let out a breath, and waved her free hand to gesture in a roundabout way. “So if your pronouns are hea/ler, that means instead of he like a man, I’d say hea, which sounds the same, but like a doctor. And instead of him or her I’d say ler? Have I got that right? What about the rest of it? Like his or hers?”

“They’re used the same sort of way as she/her, actually.” The Doctor said, starting to regain some composure now that she seemed to be accepting. This was the easy part, in comparison. “You’ve got ler as in, ‘that’s ler over there’, but you also use ler for the possessive – ‘that’s ler TARDIS’.”

Hea paused for a beat to see if she was following, and she nodded for ler to continue, so hea did. “And then like how you’d say ‘the TARDIS is hers’, you say ‘the TARDIS is lers’. I’d love tell you the grammatical terms for all this, but my brain can’t seem to remember that part right now.” Hea waved a hand around ler head for emphasis. It still felt weird having these hands back. Especially that one. Oh, almost forgetting -- “And then when you’d say ‘herself’, you just say ‘lerself’.”

Donna abruptly stood, startling the Doctor. Or at least, she tried to abruptly stand, but had to slow down with a wince, and struggled to get her knees to unbend fully. When she’d sucessfully stood up, she stepped backward and look down at the confused Doctor.

She squinted, then waved her hands as she spoke, as though illustrating her words. “So, alright, let me try this, and you tell me if I’ve got it right -- ‘This is my friend the Doctor, hea’s an alien, and hea’s not from Mars, hea’s from Gallifrey, which is so far away I forget the numbers. The Doctor is a...a...uhh, okay if I wanted to say like, ‘man’ or ‘woman’, what do you want me to use? Would just person be okay?” She looked at ler for guidance.

The Doctor pushed lerself to ler feet, and hopped over the rest of the fungi mat to join her. “If gender matters,” hea said, shoving ler hands in the pockets of the night gown and rocking forward and backward on ler heels, “Then you can say ‘non-binary person’, or ‘othran’ if you want. It’s a term that starts getting used around this time in English. Oh! Or enby! Enby’s always fun. You get it? Enby, N-B, short for non-binary, isn’t that fantastic?” Euphoria was buzzing through ler veins, just like little bees. Hea hardly felt tired at all now. “If gender isn’t relevant, then, yeah, person’s fine. Or Time Lord, if it’s a medical setting.”

“Alright,” Donna smiled back, “So my friend the Doctor is an enby who flies around in the TARDIS, who, by the way,” She raised her voice a little louder to address the TARDIS, “Is looking absolutely stunning, if may I say so myself!”

The TARDIS, in response, sent a pleased thrum through the floor, and made the Venusian trumpet vine glow with streaks of yellow and blue to show her appreciation.

“She says same to you.” The Doctor translated with a smile.

Donna came over and put her arm through the Doctor’s, leaning against ler side and resting her head on ler shoulder, still smiling. The Doctor leaned ler head on hers in return.

“Alright, which ones did I not do yet?” Donna asked, quieter now, “I got hea -- and, actually, I think I only did hea? I can’t think of any example sentences right when I need them! Rose even gave me a whole notebook full of them so I’d practice and remember her new pronouns, and now I can’t remember any of them!”

The Doctor laughed. Hea couldn’t help it. “How about if I make some for you?” Hea suggested, then took on a playful tone. “My friend the Doctor is the luckiest enby in the universe, because hea gets to have me as ler friend, and I am one of the best friends ever to exist, and no one could possibly be luckier than to be my friend. How’s about that?”

Donna was by this point blushing and grinning, trying to shake her head. “That’s not even using your pronouns!” She said, then held up one hand to cover ler mouth, “Shh, shh, shush! My turn!”

And, in an accent clearly attempting to mimick the Doctor’s she said, “My friend Donna is actually the luckiest woman alive, because she gets to have an amazing othran like the Doctor as a friend!” She threw her free hand out in front of her for dramatic affect. “Hea’s amazing, and brave, and kind, and selfish, and was the first person I ever met besides my granddad who treated me with respect.”

She seemed to be confusing who she was supposed to be speaking for now, but the Doctor was not going to interrupt, there was so much raw emotion suddenly in her voice.

“Hea helped me gain the self-confidance my mother spent my whole life tearing down and ripping to shreds, and I am so grateful I got to meet ler, not just once, not just twice, but three times. I don’t know what sort of person I’d have been if I’d never met the Doctor, but I know I would never have been as happy—”

Her voice caught, and it was a few moments before she could continue, clearing her throat heavily.

“I spent years not being able to remember ler. Hea erased my memories, even though I didn’t want ler to. Hea erased my memories to save my life, but they never really went away. A part of me was still missing, and it hurt so much…”

There was a vice around the Doctor’s hearts, squeezing tighter with every word she said.

“Every time I’d close my eyes, I opened them expecting to see someone, even though I could never figure out who. I would dream of other worlds, horrible or beautiful or empty or peaceful. And I’d always wake up, not knowing what I dreampt of, only that I’d dreampt. Not knowing who I was missing, but knowing I was missing someone. I felt like I was losing my mind. Sometimes I’d hallucinate, see or hear things that weren’t there, that no one else heard or saw.

“I lost my best friend in the whole world, and didn’t even get to remember what I’d lost. Because hea took it from me, even though I begged ler not to.” Her voice was breaking, and the Doctor knew without having to look that she was crying. Ler own eyes were burning with the threat of tears.

And Donna kept on talking, baring her soul to the person who’d hurt her so badly. “Hea sent me back to my abusive mother, without any memory of what it was like to be away from her, to be free and happy and feel like my life was worth something more than her disappointment.”

She threw her other arm around the Doctor suddenly and pulled ler into a hug, burying her head in ler shoulder as she began to cry, deep, gut-wrenching sobs of sorrow and pain and anger.

The Doctor couldn’t hold back ler tears anymore even if hea’d wanted to, and this regeneration seemed to have no desire to subdue its emotions. Hea was sobbing right along with her as they held eachother in an embrace that had waited so many years of sorrow to come.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Hea said over and over again into her hair, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t let you die. I couldn’t watch you die, I couldn’t let it be my fault. I’m so sorry I was so selfish. If I’d just been – been braver, we could have had time to fix it. But I was a coward, I was selfish. I’m so sorry I hurt you like that, and for nothing.” The pain was heartbreaking. “All we’d needed was just a little more time.” And worse so because all of it had been for nothing. Hea’d lost ler best friend, and caused her a world of misery, for nothing. All hea’d needed to do was listen to her. But hea’d been selfish, and terrified of losing her. And so hea’d hurt her, just to spare ler own feelings.

Hea hadn’t thought about what it would mean for her, back then, having to go back to her abusive mum, hadn’t considered how deeply the scars of the abuse ran.

Hea’d known Sylvia didn’t treat her with respect, hea’d known Donna’s self esteem was at rock bottom, and for a reason. Hea’d known that suddenly waking up and losing more than a year’s worth of time would be shocking and traumatic.

But hea hadn’t wanted to think about those parts. Hea had just given her the lottery ticket and told lerself that it was for the best, that she was happy, that this was the best that could be done for her.

Donna mumbled into ler shoulder, “Don’t you ever do that again, space-enby…” She trailed off. “Space-othran.” A pause. “Martian.” said so tiredly.

“I’m not from Mars.” Hea rejoined automatically, laughing a little through ler tears, feeling the same wave of weakness that had clearly taken over her. Hea was back to feeling just as tired as hea had been before Donna had woken ler up.

At that moment, she somehow managed to pull the Doctor even tighter into the hug, then released ler, her face blotchy and red with crying. She punched ler lightly on the shoulder and said, mock-angry, “I know you’re not.”

Her eyes and shoulders were drooping, and the Doctor didn’t need the TARDIS’ helpful scan to know that she was exhausted. So many things had happened to her today that just on their own would have been enough stress for a week. It was a wonder she was still on her feet. It was a wonder any of them were. The Doctor could sense through the TARDIS’ scan that Shaun, Rose, and Sylvia were still taking a tour of the library.

“Come on,” The Doctor said gently, taking Donna by the arm to lead her out of the conservatory, “Let’s get you to your room—”

But Donna pulled away, shaking her head. “Huh-uh, no way. I’m sleeping right here.” She pointed to the Orbisian nest-fungus. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to sleep on this heavenly plant again? I dreampt about it so many times that I can only remember now. I literally slept in my dreams. And it was the second most peaceful sleep I ever had.”

“Ah.” That was where the Doctor had planned to sleep. “I’ll...just go somewhere else then.” Hea wasn’t going to make Donna go and find another bed of fungus, hea was the one who knew where they all were now, not her. Hea started to walk off, only for Donna to grab ler sleeve, keeping ler in place.

“Space-othran…” She suddenly seemed nervous. “I actually wanted to sleep here with you, if that’s okay.” Her eyes searched lers. “I know it sounds silly, but I’m afraid if I go to sleep you’ll disappear.”

The Doctor opened ler mouth, surprised, closed it, then opened it again. “But…I mean...” Hea scratched the back of ler head, befuddled. “Won’t your husband have a problem with that? I may not be a man, but you’re still married, and…”

To ler surprise, Donna cut ler off by laughed outright, loudly, complete with putting her hand on her belly and throwing back her head, like hea’d said the most hilarious joke ever to be told.

“What?” Hea demanded, completely bewildered.

“Oh, no, wait, you, you don’t know, do you?” She laughed breathlessly, and shook her head wildly. “Doctor, my beloved husband, Shaun Temple, is the most cuddliest person you have ever seen. I literally have to get my own bed when we have friends stay over because they literally all sleep piled on top of eachother like cats and hog all the blankets.

“Not only will he have no problem with us sleeping together, he’ll be sad if we don’t invite him. So, to formally ask your permission, my best friend the Doctor, would you consent to sleeping with me, and my husband, and probably my daughter too, because she inherited the cuddle-bug from her father, on this amazingly soft, dream-scented plant from another planet? I do have to warn you that you will probably wake up with an arm numb because Rose latches onto you like a koala bear and getting her to let go is a chore and a half. You probably don’t have to worry about sharing with my mum, she likes her own space. Please?”

She even pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

And how could hea possibly say no to that?

The last time hea’d had this face, hea would have grumbled about it, at least tried to joke about not wanting to. But a lot had changed since then. Including ler.

So hea asked the TARDIS to let the rest of Donna’s family know where they were, and to send blankets their way, and, smiling as hea stepped forward to take her hand, hea said, “I would love to, Donna Noble.”

#DW spoilers #Doctor Who spoilers #RTD2spoilers #The Star Beast spoilers #RTD2 #RTDWHO2 #Rjalker watches Doctor Who #Doctor Who: The Star Beast #transmisia #exorsexism #biological essentialism #gender essentialism #Doctor Who transmisia #Doctor Who exorsexism #Doctor Who bigotry #Doctor Who biological essentialism #Doctor Who biological essentialism 2: Electric Boogaloo #RTD transmisia #Russel T Davies transmisia #RTD exorsexism #Russel T Davies exorsexism #fanfiction #DW fanfiction #fix it fic #Donna Noble #Tenagain #neopronouns in action #Hea/ler #hea/ler/lers/lerself #healerpronouns

[ask-sora-ler-and-sky-ler]

[Med-ler had seen the strange boy before. The one who called himself Sora-ler. He had come to the clinic once or twice needing basic supplies; antibiotics, supplements, first aid kits. For being so young he was very accident prone.]

[She hadn't seen him since the beginning of the outbreak. She didn't like to assume the worst, but it was hard not to given the circumstances. So when she saw him again for the first time crossing through the mostly uninhabited town of Thneedville, she ducked out of her safe place to try to catch his attention.]

"Sora-ler!" [She called out to him, though it was more of a loud whisper. She didn't want to speak any louder than that.]

The mouse ears on top of the teens head twitched and he turned towards the familiar voice.

The boy looked somewhat different from the last time she saw him. His hair was longer, sticking up in multiple directions. He seemed thinner, paler. Bags clung to his eyes and his eyes themselves seemed void of life.

He looked like her, key slung over his shoulder.

“Doctor?” He whispered back in response, quietly walking over to her.

“Y-you. What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

#truffula flu #onceler oc #camp sora #onceler au #kingdom hearts au #onceler askblog #sora-ler #sky-ler #the lorax au

[ticklish-touch]

Alright. I have a confession to make. I've been wanting to talk about this for a while, but it is another big reason that my Backrooms story is being delayed and why I'm less active.

(TW for w*e*e*d mention/subst*nce use, as well as N*S*F*W themes).

Last year, I started taking cannabis edibles for the first time in my life. They're legal in my state, and I was just... So at the end of my rope with trying to find something, anything, that would help my anxiety and help my brain shut off or wander off at night to take my thoughts away from the mental & emotional trauma I've been through in the last year. I took advice from a couple friends who take edibles, I still catalogue my reactions to it like a fucking scientist to try and be careful not to let myself go too wild.

CBD and THC hybrid gummies have been a lifesaver for me. I feel so much more relaxed after work. I can fall asleep so much faster. I feel so pleasantly lucid, and I can imagine so much more to my music.

I've also found that Sativa, especially when not combined with my CBD gummies, sends my imagination into overdrive like I wouldn't believe. And at first, I LOVED it!! I thought "oh holy shit I can use this energy to write more, faster!"

Until I realized that along with my ideas, it also amplified my ADHD. My thoughts and ideas bounce around off of each other SO MUCH that I need to scramble to get them written on Google Docs. I become beyond existential when lost in thw sauce. And not in a bad way! I have actually been able to work through a LOT of emotional and mental baggage that I've been carrying, simply by dumping my philosophical ramblings and self-pep-talks/ self-criticisms on Docs. And that's why, in spite of me not focusing as much on this big project, I feel like it's been important for me to get these thoughts out. They could be potential ideas for books, comics, short stories etc.

BUT needless to say, it is a reason that I can't stay focused on one chapter after another. I have four chapters left, and I keep bouncing back and forth between them. Because, spoiler, my last couple chapters are going to be as trippy as a drug trip. I'm gonna incorporate elements similar to Doctor Strange, Quantumania and Spiderverse.

But overall, I'm going to listen to my Muse, and strike while the iron's totally blitzed. 👍 I feel like, if I try to force myself to work on a chapter or drawing, I'll lose passion for it. It's not fizzling out, it's just on the backburner, collecting flavor and thoroughly cooking.

(N*S*F*W*): A slightly more... Embarrassing reason, is that, because I'm over-imaginative and horny on main, my libido also gets massively enhanced by edibles 50% of the time. So I end up dumping some of the naughtiest concepts I've ever had about my OCs or canon characters, or absolutely paralyzing myself with lee/switch moods by listening to songs, playing spooky games, watching videos with Ler vibes, that all activate my fear kink & tickle kink. And it's... A very good outlet. I may never share some of these writings, but it's helped me get over that last bit of shame I've carried with me ever since the first Tumblr purge and since the "ew kinky people r gross, tickling shouldn't be s3xual" uprising of SFW tickle blogs.

BUT ALL IN ALL, I do take CBD for legitimate anxiety reasons. My anxiety meds have not done shit since this January, when everything at work started going to hell. CBD relaxes my body and actually helps me fall asleep like nothing else ever has.

Meanwhile being on sativa and caffeine can keep me up til 6 in the morning. Like right now as I'm writing this. 😃 But again, it gets the huge dam of thoughts to break and flow freely.

So yeah. Weed has been better therapy for me than actual therapy. For thirty fucking years of my life, I have been desperate to find some kind of coping mechanism, or outlet, or medicine, to help my disorders. And these edibles, along with my antidepressant and creative mind, have worked together pretty damn nicely. And I can now say along with MANY of my friends and peers, fuck anyone who says that medical marijuana should not be legal. Hell, imo recreational weed should also be legal just about everywhere in certain doses, but I'm not gonna get into politics.

I understand if you don't personally approve of the use of recreational drugs. But please, if you're going to judge me, or anyone who uses weed to help calm their mental issues, kindly keep it to yourself. I don't want another situation where an abusive fuckhead tried to mock a friend of mine for smoking pot. Or a dude on a server I'm modding getting childishly preachy about how everyone who uses it will end up fucked in the head and that proper diet and exercise is the cure-all for mental issues.

I'm a grown adult, I know my limits. Sometimes I slip a little and take them 4 nights in a row. Other times I take them maybe twice a week. But I know myself well enough to know that when I set a boundary for myself, I'm fucking stubborn about not breaking it. IF I feel myself slipping, I will reach out for legit help. I also know I can't blow too much money on eddies each month. But I need yall to understand that I've needed this.

TL;DR: I've been taking cannabis edibles and it's helping redirect my mind into places that I didn't realize I needed to explore, and it's been very helpful to me physically and emotionally, so I'd rather go with the flow and not force myself to work on my projects.

So, either way, if you've read this, thank you so much for sticking around. ❤

#tw: weed #if this gets shadowbanned I swear to christ #this puritanism is EXACTLY why I've been hesitant to even share this #tw: marijuana #n/sfw #sativa #cbd #edibles #long post

[lilianlay]

Hello!! I love your writings!! Would you consider writing a fic with lee childe and ler baizhu? (Since Childe's in liyue and likes to battle, I though he'll someday need to visit the pharmacy), and the tickles happened hehe

Hi^^ Thank you so much for ask. I really liked your idea and I immediately wanted to write this fic. I hope, you like it. Hug^^

Interesting treatment

Baizhu and Childe

Childe rubs his bruised arm. Today's battle with traveler was very cruel and the harbinger is happy, he had long dreamed of this. But this fight could not do without consequences. That is why the redhead is now heading to Liyue, namely to the Bubu Pharmacy for some kind of ointment so that the bruises go away as soon as possible and Childe returns to his favorite business.

As soon as he entered the pharmacy, he was greeted by a green-haired man.

- Good afternoon.. Oh, not every day harbingers come to me, how can I help you. - he smiled sweetly.

- Um, yeah, hi Baizhu. I need an ointment or something like that. - Tartaglia scratched the back of his head.

- Did something happen to you?

- No, no, it's just after a battle, I only have a couple of bruises. - Childe rolled up his sleeve and showed a big bruise on his arm.

- Oh, that looks terrible. - Baizhu gently ran his fingers over the bruise. - Come with me.

- Why?

But the doctor didn't answer and went into another room. Childe hesitantly followed him. The room was well lit and now the harbinger was watching what the user of the dendro element was doing.

- Sit down on a chair and take off your shirt.

- Excuse me?

- You heard everything. I want to examine you for bruises and wounds, but for now I must finish with the ointment.

At this point, Childe just wanted to run away and had already regretted coming here in the first place several times.

But in the end, he began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt and took it off and immediately hugged himself, because it was cool in this room. He has already lost the habit of the cold in Snezhnaya. Now the harbinger was waiting.

Soon, Baizhu turned to him with a bowl in which there was an ointment and went to the patient.

He put the bowl on the table and put his hands on Tartaglia's shoulders.

- Heeek! - the redhead squealed.

- Sorry. Now just relax. - green-haired began to gently press on some parts of the body. - Hmm

- I'm f-fine - Childe began to squirm a little and bit his lip when the fingers touched his neck.

- I'm just checking your body, in case you have a dislocation or an internal fracture.

- I hahaven't! - the harbinger squeaked as Baizhu started checking his ribs.

The doctor noticed that his patient was behaving strangely.

- Does it hurt you here? - he gently pressed on the upper ribs.

- N-noho - he closed his mouth with his hand. - Y-your hahands are cohohold.

- Oh, really? - he lowered his head to the side. - But you need be patient, I can't leave the work unfinished.

- Mmm, I'm really fiiiine.

Childe tried to focus on something else. He began to think that in a week traveler would come to him again and they would battle. That soon he would go to Zhongli to drink tea with him and have nice time. He remembered how he had fun in Snezhnaya with his siblings.

But then the touch on his stomach brought him out of his thoughts. Childe didn't expect this and began to laugh out loud.

- Nohoho, stohohohohohohop plehehehahahase. - he began to squirm.

- Oh, but I'm almost done. While you were in your thoughts, I checked everything and now I apply the ointment. - Baizhu chuckled softly at his patient's reaction.

- I cahahahahahan dohohohoho it myhahahahasehehehelf.

- No, no, a certain technique is needed here, you won't be able to do it the first time.

The fingers were on the lower belly and while the user of the dendro element rubbed the ointment, he touched the soft skin several times with his nails. This made Childe lean back in chair and thrown his head back.

- PleheheheheHAHAHAHAHAse, I CAHAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT, I'M VEHEHEHERY TIHIHIHICKLISH HEHEHEHEHERE

- Ticklish? - Baizhu pretended to be surprised. - Are you ticklish? How much I learned about the eleventh harbinger today.

Because of these teasing, Tartaglia's face turned red. He thumping his feet and continue to laugh. What a humiliation for the great warrior Childe. He is not afraid of pain and ready to fight until he collapses from fatigue. But he's so weak to being tickled, anyone can beat him if he starts tickling his worst spots. And Baizhu found one of them.

- Ihahahaha'm fihihihihihine, stohohohohop plehehehehahahahase - tears began to roll down red cheeks and laughter becomes more hoarse.

The doctor immediately understood everything and stopped.

- Now you're fine. - he smiled innocently and took a glass of water from the table and handed it to the harbinger, who drank almost everything in one gulp.

- T-thahank you. - the redhead was breathing heavily.

- Be careful the next time you have a battle - Baizhu handed him a jar of ointment. - If it runs out quickly, come to me and I will give you more.

- But you didn't say how to use it.

- Like the most common ointment. - he chuckled.

- What?! But you said you need a certain technique.

- I was just wondering how ticklish you are.

Childe blushed.

- Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this incident. - the doctor gave the shirt to the harbinger. - Though I would be interested in doing research on your whole body to find all your worst spots.

- Never! - the hydro element user blushed even more and looked away.

- Hehe, everything has its time. - Baizhu winked at his patient.

#genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle genshin #tickle fic #baizhu #childe #ticklish childe #ler!baizhu #lee!childe #tickling #thank you for ask❤

[lopsicle]

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

[marvelnerdsworld]

Marvel Head Cannons

Doctor Strange 

1. Ticklishness (Scale of 1-10)

I personally feel he is about 5.5/10. I feel like he isn’t all that ticklish especially after his accident but that doesn’t he isn’t.

2. Lee or Ler?

I feel like he’d be more of a ler than anything. 

3.If they like tickling who they do like being tickled by/ tickling?

For him I think he’d tickle America the most out of anyone.

4. What are their most ticklish spots?

Sides-4/10

Tummy-5/10

Ribs-6/10

Neck-3/10

Feet-0/10

5. Ler style their preferred tickle style?

I feel like he wouldn’t be very teasy. I feel like he would be a gentle ler or ruthless depending on his lee.

Who should i do next?

#ler!doctorstrage

[august-anon]

Do you do head canons?

Lee and Ler head canons for america chavez because I am down bad

I do do headcanons, but only for fandoms I've listed on being interested in on my fandoms page

I do enjoy Marvel, and I have seen the new Doctor Strange! I just don't really have any desire to write about marvel at this time, and I also don't feel like I have a good enough grasp on her character to do this after seeing the movie only once weeks ago, now, lol

Thank you for your interest, though! If there are any other fandoms on my lists that you're into and interested in talking about, hit me up!

#ask #anon #marvel tickling #what do i tag this as?? #denied prompts #hearing the phrase 'down bad' here sent me REELING because i'm pretty sure the actress is the same age as my baby sibling skjdhdsfh

[tretasdocromo-pt]

📰 O realizador, Sam Raimi, respondeu aos rumores sobre o seu regresso aos filmes do Spider-Man. Depois de Tobey Maguire ter interpretado Peter Parker nos três filmes de Sam Raimi dedicados ao Homem-Aranha, o ator regressou para retomar o papel no filme Spider-Man: No Way Home. Entretanto, Raimi também regressou à Marvel como realizador de Doctor Strange no Multiverso da Loucura. Desde então, há ... 🗞️ 📲 Podes ler o resto da notícia no link👇 🖱 https://tretasdocromo.pt/sam-raimi-reage-aos-rumores-sobre-o-spider-man-4/?feed_id=4729&_unique_id=660c5672c5201

#Cinema #NotíciasGeek #Marvel #SamRaimi #SpiderMan #SpiderMan4

[cantsaythetword]

I really can't remember if I asked for Lee/Ler Stephen Strange (my beloved doctor) Headcanons from you-

..I remember asking it to someone but..Idk-

So im just gonna ask again-

Can you write Lee&Ler Stephen headcanons?? *puppy eyes..*

(My own headcanon that i die while thinking about it: his palms are horribly ticklish.-)

YES YES INDEED I got the request and I'm actually working on them right now lmao

They'll probably be up within the hour 😊😊

#ask #rud3nis #ticklish palms are SO CUTE and i definitely agree

[simplee-dreaming]

The Cape

A/N: This was requested by an anon, hope it's okay!

Word count: 982

Summary: The reader steals Doctor Strange's cape.

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“Have any of you seen my cape?” Strange asked as he walked into the room.

Steve, Tony, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Peter all shook their heads.

“I swear I left it in its holder,” he said.

“We’ll let you know if it turns up anywhere,” Cap replied. Strange nodded and left the room.

Meanwhile, you were prancing about in your room with the cape wrapped around your shoulders. You let the cape glide behind you as you ran from one side of the room to the other, and back again.

“I need more running space,” you thought to yourself. You took the cape off and bundled it into the smallest ball you could make before leaving your room.

You took extra caution when turning corners to make sure no one spotted you. You made your way into the biggest hall in the compound and unravelled the cape, ready to glide again. You placed it gently on your shoulders and set off, running up and down the hall feeling like Superman.

Strange was still wandering the halls, searching for his cape, when he bumped into Tony.

“Found it yet?” Tony asked.

“No. I can’t possibly think where it could’ve gone.” Strange replied. Tony thought for a moment, then he lifted his hand to his face.

“JARVIS, locate the wizard’s cape,” he requested.

“Locating cape…...cape located,” JARVIS replied. “Sir, it appears to be in the sports hall in the east wing.”

“Sports hall? What could it possibly be doing there? I hardly look at the room let alone go in there.” Strange said, confused.

“Well, it’s there buddy. May as well check it out.” Tony said.

“Sir, I have identified who is with Dr Strange’s cape.” JARVIS chimed in.

“Someone’s with it?” Strange asked.

“Yes. It appears Y/N is in the same room.” JARVIS replied.

Strange looked at Tony and sighed.

“This one’s on you,” Tony said. He awkwardly tapped Strange on the shoulder and walked in the opposite direction. Strange sighed again and made his way to the hall.

You had taken to running and sliding on the floor with your socks, with the cape flowing elegantly behind you. Strange opened the door as you skidded on the other end of the room, your back to him. You spun yourself around, ready to run again, when he cleared his throat. You jumped and locked eyes with him.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

“Oh shit indeed,” he replied. “And what, may I ask, is my cape doing on your shoulders?”

“Uhh…” you started. You decided not to finish that sentence and made a run for it towards the other exit. But Strange was too quick for you. He opened up a portal in front of you which sent you right next to where he was standing.

“Oh. Hey. Fancy seeing you here,” you joked. He glared at you.

“Ugh alright, I just got bored and I wanted to see how cool I could be with this cape on,” you explained.

Silence.

“Okay then...well, here, have it back,” you said, taking the cape off your shoulders and handing it to Strange. He looked at it, then at you, then took it from your hand. He turned and hung it on the bar next to him.

“You not going to put that back in storage?” You asked.

“Not yet,” He said, sternly. “I need to do one thing first.”

“What’s that?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow.

“Get you back.”

He lunged at you quickly and you fell to the floor, he followed you down and instantly started squeezing your sides. You shrieked.

“WAIT NO PLEASE!” You cried, clutching his arms.

“Did you take it to mess with me?” He asked, coolly.

“NO!” You screamed.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his fingers now spidering across your tummy.

“I SWEAR!” You cried, your laughter getting louder.

“Hm,” He started squeezing in between each of your ribs and you shrieked loudly.

“PLEASE STOHOHOP!”

“Why did you really take my cape, Y/N?” He asked again.

“I JUHUST WANTED TO WEHEHEAR IHIHIT!”

You screamed when Strange took his hands away from your ribs and wiggled his fingers into your shoulder blades.

“So this is the spot you wore the cape, yes?” He asked, switching between tickling your neck and your shoulder blades.

“YEHEHES!” You screamed out, almost deafening him.

“Hm, were you trying to hide your tickle spots?” He asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Well it seems that way, you seem to be more sensitive in this area,” he pointed out, speeding up his fingers. You fell into a silent laughter, twisting and turning on the floor.

“I still haven’t had an apology,” he said. He tickled you more quickly and you couldn’t take much more. You drew in as deep a breath as you could.

“I-I-I-I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” You screamed out. He chuckled and eased his attack. You lay there, panting.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated.

“You know, Y/N, if you wanted to wear my cape you only had to ask,” he chortled. You glared at him.

“What?” You asked.

“Of course I’ll let you wear it, I’d just like to know beforehand,” he said. You frowned at him and whacked his arm, he laughed.

“Here,” he said, taking the cape off the bar and handing it to you. You scoffed but took it from him. You stood up and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“To infinity...AND BEYOND!” You yelled, throwing one hand out in front of you and running to the other end of the hall. Strange laughed and decided to run with you.

“Alright, this is kinda fun,” he admitted as you both halted.

“Last one to the kitchen cooks dinner,” you said. You sped off before you even finished your sentence.

“Oi! Cheater!” He called, chasing after you.

Food always tastes so much better when it’s cooked by someone else.

#tickle fic #ler!doctor strange #lee!reader #avengers tickle fic

[marvel-m-lee]

Okay so I was thinking Dr strange x familial reader (you can choose) they want to learn magic and keeps pestering him but when he 'shows her' he uses his magic to pin her and just tickle her??? Maybe with lots of raspberries and nibbles?? You don't have to do it :)

Magics 'cool' huh?

Words: 1718

Fandom: Marvel, Dr Strange!

Warnings: t!ckling?? And burning urself with coffee on ur tongue, ik, traumatic. (Jk pfft)

Summary: prompt- The reader is pestering Strange about wanting to learn magic, thiugh the reader regrets it quickly once he shows her...

A/N: HELLO. I FUCKING DID IT, I WROTE! Im not like REALLY proud of this one, but I still love it. AND STRANGE. UGH I LOVE HIM! He doesn't get enough platonic tk fics!? I legit have the collection of funkos for his movie PFFT-

Also! Also, important, from here on out for a while, i'll be writing tickle (tk word) as t!ckle in my fics until I find out what's going on with tumblr. Apparently some people can't see the word and I feel that's an appropriate way to write it? Anyway, enjoy!!

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(I rlly fucking love this gif pfft-)

"Pleaseeee"

"No"

"Pleaseeeeeeeee"

"No"

You kept begging, it had probably been going on for a while now, starting to get on Stephens nerves. You were begging him to learn magic again, he always told you "later" or "when you're older", but it never stopped the nagging.

You were following Strange around the sanctuary, you'd come down to snatch a book but Strange had caught you so you started to veg him to teach you magic instead, obviously, his answer was no. Just as it always was.

Stephen was walking down the steps so you followed behind him, egging on about how cool it would be and how awesome magic was.

"Magic isn't just about 'being cool', it's a sacred practice, used for centuries, 'being cool' isn't enough" Stephan sighed, going to make himself a coffee.

You followed behind him, "yeah- yeah but it is! And I wanna be just like you, you're so cool and awesome... come on Strange, pleaseee"

Stephen only gave you the side eye whole boiling a kettle and fixing himself a coffee. "Want one?" He asked, avoiding your pleas yet again.

You only groaned but accepted either way.

"Come on! Please! I'm older, I'm mature-"

"Are you now?" He asked, a smirk present on his face and giving you the side eye. You only glared back, pouting.

"Yes! You saw me in training the other day! I almost beat Peter!"

"Ah yes, before he took you down with a couple pokes to the stomack" Stephen choked back a laugh, smirking whole pouring the drinks.

You put a finger up to tell him off and defend yourself, but honestly, you couldnt- luckily it wasnt actual training and had turned a bit jokey by the end, in a real fight a villain wouldn't just t!ckle you.

You couldn't even defend yourself, a blush dusting over your cheeks.

"I- even so! That doesn't count- HD was bitter-"

"You're still a child Y/n"

"Teenager actually" you corrected him, standing tall as if it was something to be proud of while taking the coffee he'd handed to you and taking a sip, almost dropping your as you yelled from how hot it was.

Strange sighed and held the bridge of his nose, partly tired of you and also admiring how goofy you could be even if you were growing up as an avenger.

"And that's why you can't learn magic"

"WHATH?! BUTH THAF NOTH FAIR!" You yelled, sounding funny as you stuck out your tongue while talking as you burnt yourself.

You grabbed a glass of water and helped the burn, but quickly turned back to Strange who was already walking away. You put your coffee down and chased after him.

"Aw come on! Pleaseeee, pretty please!! Please please pleaseeeeee"

"Why do you think nagging me would help?"

"Well is it?"

Stephen only sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes, you took that as a yes and 'AhHa!'ed him.

"Please Strange? It's so cool and awesome!"

"We've already discussed this y/n, 'cool and awesome' aren't good reasons"

"Aw please!, come on, at least show me some magic! I promise won't ask for the rest of the day"

Stephen stopped for a second and put his coffee down on a coffee table, you were in one of the more relaxing rooms with a couch and a few library books.

"You really think you're gonna nag me on about this for the whole day?" Stephen asked, a slight smirk on his face as he seemed slightly humoured by your attempts and pestering.

You nodded with a bright smile, knowing you didnt have much better things to do-

"You really think Magic is awesome and cool?" He asked, slightly changing the topic again. You nodded, a little confused again but hey, he was gonna do something right?!

"Okay, fine, I'll show you some magic, but you've gotta stop pestering me about this for a week"

You had to stop and think for a minute, Stephen held back a laugh as you glared at him and began to think over the deal...

"Deal! But it's gotta be cool magic, not some shitty levitation stuff again, that was boring-"

"Oh, this isn't just 'shitty levitation'" Stephen chuckled, a smirk under his features as he began to do some weird movements with his hands and say some words.

You felt a little strange for a moment, realising what he had said, and spotting the smirk on his face. Something in your gut told you this wasn't gonna work out well for you...

Suddenly you began to levitate slightly, floating above the ground slightly, you laughed, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad, looking down at the ground and floating around slightly.

Strange smiled at you, still mid spell.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah! This is really coo- Strange?-" suddenly you were unable to move your body, arms pinned above your head with some mystical numbers and symbols around your wrists and the same for your feet and ankles.

A part of you saw where this was leading, and desperately tried to escape, wiggling around. You knew Stephen could get playful, but this was a while new level- well- it wouldn't be the first time he or someone else had used magic to t!ckle you...

BUT STILL.

Stephen seemed to stop casting the spell and smiled at you, looking up very slightly because you weren't far up from the ground, nor were you necessarily tall.

"Stephen-" Your voice was a little wobbly, a nervous smile on your features as you began to feel exposed, realising the situation.

"Yes Y/n?"

"What are- you doing?..."

"Showing you magic" He explained, suddenly it felt as though feathers were dancing around the sides and back of your neck, making giggles bubble up inside and lightly spill out, adorable giggles filling the room.

"Anything wrong? I hope this is better than 'shitty levitation'" Strange teased, tilting his head and going to take a sip of his coffee.

"Nohohoho- thihihis is sthill duhumb" you couldn't stop the giggles as the feathers seemed to dest down to your ribs and belly, making you close one eye and look away.

Stephen only laughed, "I thought you said magic was cool?" He teased, walking up to you again after putting the coffee down.

"ThhihIS iSnT cooooohohohol!" You tried to look away from him and avoid him seeing your babies and giggly face, if you wanted to be seen as grown up; this wasn't the way to do so.

"No, no, this is very cool" He teased, beginning to use his own hands to t!ckle your sides and ribs along with the magical feathers around your neck.

"StePhEn!?!" You couldn't help but squeal as he attacked your ribs, shaking your head slightly as he would move all the way up your torso and back down again.

"Yeah?"

"Thihis WASNT- thE deahahalll!" Strange began to t!ckle your underarms and send you into hystericals.

"No, the deal was I show you some cool magic, and you stop pestering me for a week"

"THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHIRRRR"

"This is perfectly reasonable" Strange shrugged, teasing you as he continued his onslaught.

He continued to t!ckle your underarms and send feathers to your sides and neck, one constantly on your tummy making the most adorable laugh come out. You were desperately trying to escape but also secretly, a part of you was loving this- Stephen tended to be playful or sarcastic when he could, bur it was rarer and rarer as time went on. He was very serious when it came to the reality or the time stone.

So him using his magic to keep you still while tickling you, holding back his own laughter? It wasn't ALL bad-

When Stephen began to pull up your shirt though, that's when all he'll broke loose, you felt cold hands on your stomach and looked down to see a smirk wide on his face, not even bathing to hold hold now.

"WAHAHAHIT WAIT WAIT"

You begged and squealed, it was a little surprising how cold his hands were from holding a hot mug of coffee.

"For what? And all this magic is making me hungry" Strange teased, pulling up your shirt some more to reveal your tummy. You squealed as he spidered your tummy, pretending to eat it and making dumb nom nom sounds.

"STRAAAHAHANGEEEE!"

"Sorry Y/n, I'm hungry. I wonder, do you want some raspberries?" Stephen truly began to enjoy himself now, going all in and teasing you, blowing rasberry after rasberry on your belly as you squealed and yelped, giggling turning from laughter and back in between as h would blow a rasberry and then nibble slightly, reapeating it as butterlies swarmed your stomach.

"PLEASEEEE MUHUHUHURCYYY MERCYYYYYYYY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYY" You squealed, thrashing slightly yet staying unharmed as it was magic bonds.

After a while Stephen FINALLY gave up, letting you suffer with a few t!cklish feathers against your sensitive skin before letting the magic drop you through a portal and land face first on the couch.

You lay, face in the sofa, giggling and huffing and puffing. You knew he could be playful but that was BRUTAL!?

"Ah, my coffee's gone cold now" Stephen whined, pretending as the previous situation hadn't just happened. Luckily, magic and microwaves exist, you he just warmed it up.

When he came back, he sat on your legs and began to read a book, you honestly didn't care, you were so exhausted and slightly embarrassed that you just stayed with your face in the couch.

Stephen didn't say much more after that, he rubbed your back with a smile, still happily reading his book. When he did decide to talk, you gave him so answer, already fallen asleep after being wrecked.

Strange only smiled at you, putting his book down for a second. You meant a lot to him, you had always admired everything about everyone, all of the avengers, all people, all aliens when you'd met them. You thought the world of it all, while still maintaining a teenage composure and professional when needed.

You meant a lot to everyone really, but Strange was glad to have you around, even if it was pestering about learning magic.

It just meant he could wreck you with it.

#tickle community #marvel #masterlist #sfw tickles #mcu #tickle fic #tickles #writing #Dr Strange #ler!strange #lee!reader #mahaha #magic tickles #magic #doctor stephen strange #gotta love him #pfft ty for ask #ask #prompt

[t-wordy-kk]

All Your Fault:

Just a little bit of Doctor Strange to start the week. There’s no better way to start a masterpost than with a favorite character of mine :)

Word count: 1,220

(PG-13 due to mild language and very mild sexual references, but otherwise SFW)

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“Of all people to get us stuck, who would’ve thought it would be you?”

“Shut up Y/N, we are not stuck, just, otherwise occupied.”

You and Strange were partners for a mission in which you had to find the plans for an attack against the Avengers. As an avenger, you didn’t want to put any other members of the team at risk and asked for another partner, Strange being the only other option. With his magic abilities and your quick wit, you believed that it would be an in-and-out mission. Little did you know you would end up accidentally locked in a room that prevented Stephen from using his powers with nobody else on the premises.

“Yes, because otherwise occupied means locked in a small room with nothing to do while waiting for someone that I didn’t want to put in danger to come get us out, since you can’t magic our way out.”

“I can think of someth-”

“Don’t even go down that route,” You replied, a small pink tint arriving on your face. Hoping that your feelings and your crush weren’t showing, you began to try to find a way out.

“That’s a waste of time, I don’t know why you’re still trying,” Strange mentioned, poking your side, in which he received a small giggle in return, causing him to formulate a plan.

“I’m trying because I don’t want to be stuck in here for forever.”

“Am I that miserable to be with?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t like being with you, because I, never mind, just help me.”

“No, you tell me what you were going to say, or I have methods of making you talk,” He whispered in your ear, tightening the hold he previously put on your waist.

“But I wasn’t saying anythIHIHING NOHOHOHO!!!” You yelled as his fingers dug into your sides. “STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!”

“You really shouldn’t make your weaknesses obvious Y/N, what if an enemy were to take advantage of this?” Moving his hands up towards your ribs, you fell to the floor in laughter.

“NOOHOHOHO PLEAHAHA!”

“I can’t understand you Y/N, what have those Avengers taught you?”

“More than you would,” You said as he stopped his assault.

“Tell me what you said and I’ll stop.”

“But there’s nothing to tell. And get off of my shoes.”

“I beg to differ. And if you don’t tell me I’ll take the shoes off.”

“I swear, there’s nothing to tell you!” You yelled, trying to move out of his hold.

“Your blush says otherwise. You could’ve made this stop by now Y/N, all you had to do was tell me what you were going to say. But you didn’t, and now I’m going to find out.” Untying your shoes, you began to panic.

“Get off of my shoes! STEPHEN STRAHAHANGE NOHOHOHO!!”

“And to think, you’re putting up with all of this just to hide a little secret from me. Surely it can’t be that big of a secret,” He said with a smirk, relentlessly scribbling his fingers anywhere he could reach, never staying in one spot too long.

“BUT IT IHIHIS! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT!!”

Abruptly stopping, you backed away into a corner before he could grab you, rolling up into a ball and rubbing the ghost tickles off of you.

“Y/N, is it really that big that you can’t tell me? Because you know that I’m here for you to tell me anything you need to,” Stephen said, concern lacing his features.

“I, uhm, it’s just that, it’s really personal, I guess, and I don’t want to embarrass myself. I know that’s a stupid reason to not want to tell you, but I just don’t want it in the air,” You stated, tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry, come here,” He said from where he sat on the floor, guiding your body onto his lap so you could lay your head on his shoulder. “Look, you don’t have to tell me right now. You don’t have to tell me ever, actually. But if you want to talk about it, I’ll be right here. Especially right now, cause we’re still kind of stuck.”

“I don’t understand how, I texted Tony what seemed like hours ago, so I’m shocked he’s not here by now.”

“You’re relying on Stark to come get us out?” He asked, a frown arriving on his face.

“Maybe.”

“We might be here a while then, so make yourself comfortable, I guess,” He said as you moved to sit in between his legs, leaning your head against his chest. “It astounds me that you’re able to text but I can’t use my magic. If I could, we’d be out of here by now.”

“And I wouldn’t have to rely on laying on your magician suit to be comfortable,” You joked, resulting in a few pokes to your sides. “Hey, it was a joke, calm yourself.”

As the time slowly passed on, you felt yourself dozing off, with Strange shutting his eyes shortly after. Napping comfortably with each other’s presence, you were both awoken abruptly by a small explosion and the sound of metal hitting against the concrete floor.

“Such a cute couple, Y/N I’m assuming you finally admitted to the crush you’ve had on my beard buddy?”

“Is that what you didn’t want to tell me Y/N?” Stephen asked while you blushed and glared at Tony.

“Tony, you asshole!”

“I’m going back to the tower, I got the plans, don’t kill each other on the way out,” Tony said, leaving just as quick as he came.

You continued to sit on the ground, your face a cherry shade of red and tears beginning to fall, while Strange lifted himself off of the ground from behind you and walked to the opening.

“You alright?”

“You don’t hate me?”

“Y/N, I could never hate you. Quite frankly, I was trying to find the words to describe how I feel about you because I reciprocate the feelings. Unless Tony lied, then I’ll kick his ass,” Stephen said, causing you to giggle.

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, grabbing the hand he held out to you, regaining your balance once you began walking.

“Well, I need to get going, but I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting you in the park tomorrow, say around noon?”

“It’s a date. Be careful on your way back Stephen,” You said with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I always am,” He replied, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and teleporting away, leaving you with more of a blush than what was there before as you made your way to your car.

Not long after you returned to the tower, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Opening it up, you found a new text.

Just so I’m not the secret keeper in this relationship, I could’ve gotten us out of there any time I wanted to. Your laugh is cute, by the way. Hope that makes up for it. xoxo, S.S.

“Tony! Tell your beard brother I’m gonna kick his ass!”

“You’re the one who loves him, you did this to yourself!”

He wasn’t wrong. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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