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delightfulfics · 5 months

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Swear Jar (Reader x Steve x Tony)

A/N: SUPRISE! hello everybody! i have been gone way too long! i just started college so I have not had time but tonight I was feeling motivated to finish this fic that has been in my drafts since forever! this fic was inspired by “the douche jar” in one of my favorite television series, new girl. if none of you have not seen it I would recommend it since it is hilarious and super addictive comedy to binge watch.

warnings: swearing/curse words

“Oh shit!”

“Y/N!”

Your head shot up from the place in your book and faced the voice in which was Tony’s.

“What?”

“Jar. Now.”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes and reached into the pocket of your jeans. Pulling out a dollar, you got out of your chair and walked over sluggishly to where the jar was, dropping the dollar and pushing it in with the others.

“You would not have to do that kid if you just watched that mouth of yours. You are lucky it was me and not Steve that heard that.”

This was so fucking stupid. You hated that stupid jar. Over the years both Steve and Tony had been on your ass about your cussing but last week Tony had came up with an idea on how to bring down your habit of swearing by making the “Swear Jar”. Anytime anyone in the compound (whether that be Thor, Steve, Tony, Peter and so on) hears you swear you are forced to put a dollar in the jar. Sometimes when you don’t Jarvis always ends up snitching on you and you are forced to put twice the amount you are expected to put in (thanks to Tony).

“You both are sooo god damn old,” you say under your breath and head towards the door.

“Excuse me?”

You stop a few feet away the door and turn towards Tony with his arms crossed, “I mean, I don’t even understand why this stupid jar is even a thing.”

“You should not be swearing as much as you do, Y/N,” a figure states and you don’t even have to turn around to know it is Steve.

You sigh, roll your eyes and make no move to turn towards Steve. “Why do you guys care so much?”

“It is not healthy how much you swear.”

You turn towards Steve with a cold glare in your eye, “It is the way I cope with all the stress that going on. It’s like a relief. I mean can’t I just let off steam?”

“No,” they both say in union.

“I hope you know, Y/N, that there are many other ways to blow off steam besides having that sailor mouth fly.”

“Well, trust me, I have tried,” you turn your back around towards Tony and gritted your teeth, “but, nothing ever works.”

“I’m sure you can find something, kid.”

Ignoring the comment you huffed and chuckled to yourself, “I hope both of you gentlemen know that this stupid jar is not gonna do anything.”

It has been a month of using the jar and now that Steve thought about it you haven’t been really making any progress.

“You know they are right, Cap.”

“Yeah I know, Tony,” Steve sighed heavily and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, thinking.

“You both should just give up at this point.”

“Who says we are giving up? We might have an idea on how to get you to stop.”

Steve froze, removed his hand from his face and started chuckling making you look at Tony in confusion, “Oh, I think I know exactly how.”

“Oh, really Capsicle? How so?”

“Tony. Grab them.”

“Grab th- wait-“ Tony didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arms around you tightly, securing your arms to your sides with your feet hanging just above the ground. “What are you doing?!”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Tony whispered in your ear.

Steve stalks towards you and stands right in front of you with his arms crossed and smiles sweetly at you.

“What?!” you yell at him, your nerves getting the best of you.

Steve looks at Tony, “Give them to me, Tony.”

“Wait-“ you say, and squeal as Tony tosses you to Steve. He grabs you and starts to carry you bride style, walking over to the couch. “What the hell is going on!” Steve sits down on the couch with you still in his arms and glances at you.

“Hey, Tony?”

“Cap?”

“Count how much money is in the swear jar please,” he says look directly at you as he asks the question.

You don’t put up a fight because you had the feeling if you were, it would result in even more trouble for you.

“It’s about 10 dollars Cap,” he says smiling.

Why was he smiling? Your heart started to pick up, nervous on what their plan was.

“So, should I do one minute or ten minutes?” Steve asks.

“Start off with one.”

“What are you guys talking about?! You’re scaring me!” you look at Steve with confusion in your eyes, pleading him to tell you what’s going on.

“Well,” he says as he grabs your hands, “remember when you were younger?” he starts to slowly raise your arms above your head and tighten his hold on you.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he was about to do. You immediately start to squirm. “Oh hell no!”

“Make that two,” Tony adds.

Steve smiles at your squirming figure, “Sweetheart,” he leans close to your ear, “You’re not going anywhere,” he starts to wiggle his fingers slowly into your armpits.

You start to giggle and move your head towards your armpit, blocking it from his devilish fingers.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve tsks, and shoves his head into the other side of your neck, rubbing his stubble into your neck.

“NO!” you start to cackle, remembering that this was what he would do to you as a kid all the time. Every-time you misbehaved he would pick you up and rub his beard into your neck, knowing that it could easy reduce you into giggles. “Steve, stop!”

He laughs at your shrieks, making it even more ticklish with the vibrations. He lifts up his head and stops tickling your armpits but still keeps your arms pinned. “How much time we got left?”

“A minute and a half,” Tony says teasingly and looks directly at you and you glare back at him.

“Perfect!” He moves his hand right above your stomach, slowly curling it, watching you as your eyes widen in panic.

“Steve!” He smiles at you and starts to wiggle his fingers, lowering his hand towards your most ticklish spot.

“I can’t control it, Y/N. I have been taken over!” He dramatically states and darts his hand on your stomach, making you yell but you don’t feel him move his hand. You look at him in confusion. He smiles wide and stares at you in silence.

“Stev-“ he finally attacks, using his hand to claw into the middle of your stomach, vibrating his hand making you throw your head back and scream-laugh.

“Wow. I’ve never seen the kid scream like that! That’s new!”

“SHUT UP!” you yell at Tony.

Steve gasps, “How dare you?!”

Tony walks over to you still cackling with laughter as Steve scribbles his hand all over your stomach and your sides. He stands over you and puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch, Y/N, that stings”

“Wanna join, Tony?” Steve looks at Tony and smirks.

“See, I wasn’t going to but not that you insulted me like that now, I have to!” He throws his hands up dramatically and huffs.

You feel Steve let go off your arms and stops tickling you. You let out a deep breath but soon you feel Tony grab you and throw you over his shoulder.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Tony asks and looks at you upside down.

“I’m not saying shit!” you yell.

Tony sighs, “Well I guess i’m gonna have to figure it out!” he then starts to claw his hand into your stomach, scrubbing his fingers all over, making you squeal and try to squirm but it’s impossible especially with you on his shoulder. “Why are you laughing so much?!” You cackle as he starts to squeeze your sides fast and quickly, making your body jolt with each squeeze.

“TONY!”

He smiles at you, “Yes, booger?”

“PLEASEEE!” you giggle, feeling his hands start to claw into your stomach like Steve had done minutes ago.

“Please what?”

“PLEASE STOP!”

Steve stands in front of you two, smiling down at your giggling figure, “Are you sorry?”

“YES! IM SORRY!”

“Hmm,” Tony starts to slow down the tickling, lightly poking your sides and stomach making you squeal and giggle, “I don’t know Steve if she learned their lesson.”

“I know something that will make her think twice before swearing again,” he smirks at you. Tony paused tickling you and took him off your shoulder and handing you back to Steve. He carried you bride-style again and looked at you smiling, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head again but slowly lifting your shirt with the other.

“No! No! No!” you start to squirm violently in his arms, “Please!”

Steve lifts your top up and starts to lower his head to your stomach, his breath making you giggle slightly, “Let me think about that… how about no!” He then blows a massive raspberry on your stomach, shaking his head to ensure you feel his stubble.

You scream very loud and laugh very hard, throwing your head back with tears in your eyes. “STEVE!” You start to hiccup as you feel him give you another raspberry, nibbling your skin lightly and rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin.

He hears that you start to hiccup so he stop as you soon start to have silent laughter. “Okay, okay,” he releases your arms and lifts you up into a sitting position on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you close. He looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You nod your head, still giggling from the attack. Tony sits back you and smiles at you, putting your hair behind your ear, “You sure you’re okay, kid?”

“Yeah i’m okay,” you smile at them. “I’m sorry for swearing, I’ll try to tone it down I guess.”

You squeak as you feel a poke to your side and look at Tony, smiling at you and pointing at you accusingly, “You better,” he gets up and leaves you and Steve alone.

“I’m glad that I could see that smile and laugh of yours,” you blush at Steve’s comment.

“Me too,” you look at him and smile.

“You promise to not swear as much right?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised with his pinky out. A pinky promise. You smiled at the previous memory of you and Steve making pinky promises to each other. Like when he would leave for missions, you would make me do a pinky promise to come back home.

You look at him and hook your pinky’s together, “I promise, Steve,” you smile at him.

“Good, because I will not hesitate to do that again,” he playfully threatens you.

“I know, old man,” you giggle.

You feel the air get tense as soon as you called him that. You turned towards him and saw a shine in his eyes which was never good.

“What did you just call me?”

“Uh oh,” you say and get up quickly, running away from him.

You knew that he would get you back but you didn’t care. After all, you loved to push his buttons even if it meant that he would be chasing you around the compound for a while. You have never been happier and you wouldn’t change a single thing.

#ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!tony #ler!steve #ticklefic

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widowsistersandfriends · 8 months

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Tickle Trap

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

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

Word Count: 1820

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Natahahahasha stahahahap plehehehease,” you giggled breathlessly.

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

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

“We’re waitinggggg,” Steve said goofily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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supermarvel-fics · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 18: Chase

fandom: marvel

word count: 820

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic)

summary: steve is gonna make you pay for constantly making fun of him

Steve Rogers was fast. That, you knew for a fact.

He could run circles around almost everyone in the tower, sans Bucky, who was just as quick, if not quicker. Thor was close to giving him a run for his money, but Steve would always come out on top.

So, why you decided to run away from him knowing he’d eventually catch you—you’d never know.

You had been relentlessly teasing Steve about losing a sparring match against Nat for days now. On that first day, it was the only thing you could talk about, earning you laughs from all the habitants of the tower within earshot of your jests.

After that, you’d bring it up every once in a while, laughing as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t that getting a little old?” Steve had asked you, huffing as he swung his fist hard into the punching bag. You leaned against the metal pole with your arms crossed, insufferable smirk on your face.

“Mm, not as old as you. Come on, you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious.”

“It was funny 3 days ago.”

You knew Steve wasn’t really upset about losing to Nat, nor was he at your constant teasing, so he never gave you a good incentive to stop. Plus, you just loved to get on his nerves the way a little sibling would to a bigger sibling.

That was until a week had passed and you were still going on about it. Steve had been quietly reading that day’s newspaper in the kitchen when you had waltzed in and brought it up before even saying good morning. Steve held in a groan, shutting the paper and turning to you.

“You have 10 seconds to run before you get it,” He cryptically threatened you. You barked out a laugh, eyeing him with confusion.

“Get what?”

“It.” Steve putting emphasis on the consonant. A second or two later, your eyes widened in terror. You knew exactly what ‘it’ was and he was merciless about it when it came to you.

“You wouldn’t…” You muttered while backing away from him.

“10…9…”

Before he could say the next number, you were down the hall to try and find a place to hide. But Steve Rogers was fast and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against the Captain. Even with that head start, he’d catch you before you could successfully hide from him.

You heard his feet stamping from behind you, your heartrate increasing with every step you took. It also didn’t help that you weren’t prepared to run, socks covering your feet rather than a pair of shoes. So as you went to turn the corner, you slipped and fell to the floor with a thud.

Steve was on you within seconds, but not for the reason you thought he’d be.

“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern, squatting down to your level. You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, looking up at your assailant with wide eyes. Steve’s hands were placed on your shoulder and leg, checking for any injuries.

“I-I’m okay, Steve. I just slipped. Maybe warn me next time and I’ll be prepared with some shoes,” You teased him half-heartedly. You made to stand up, but Steve’s touch was firm, telling you to stop moving.

“You’re absolutely sure? Nothing hurts?”

You turned to glance at him warily. “Yes, I promise I’m fine!”

“Great,” Steve breathed out in relief prior to completely switching his hand placement, bracing his thumbs on the backs of your ribs so that his fingers could dig into the hollows of your arms. You screeched in surprise as you crumbled to the floor, your arms trapping his hands.

“WHA—STEHEHEVE!”

“You said you weren’t hurt, so you’re obviously okay for me to exact my revenge,” He responded. You could hear the smirk on his lips, uncharacteristic for the serious super soldier. Steve was evil when it came to tickling you. Taking on the role of big brother well after you’d made fun of him a little too long.

“NOHO! OKAHAY! PLE—STEHEVE, I’M SOHORRYHY!” You screamed out, your feet pounding on the floor to try and distract from the feeling. “I WOHON’T SAY ANYTHING EHEHELSE ABOUT IHIT.”

Steve took your word for it, forcefully ripping his hands out from under your arms and pushing you onto your back. He grinned at the mess he’s made of you before offering you a hand to help you stand up. You took it, albeit hesitantly, and stood up, straightening out your wrinkled clothes.

“You know you’re way too ticklish to keep messing with me like that,” Steve mentioned with a raised eyebrow. “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson after last time.”

You scoffed instead of replying, flipping him off before taking off in a sprint down the hallway once again.

Steve was right. You’d never learn your lesson.

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #tickle prompts #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #ler!steve #ler!steverogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers tickle #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

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amour-de-ma-lee · 4 months

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Respect your elders

Summary: you keep teasing Steve about his age so the two super soldiers get revenge

Y/N is at the avengers compound with Steve and Bucky, who have recently figured out she’s ticklish after playfully poking her.

They’re trying to pick out a movie, Y/N scrolls past different movies and pauses at Jurassic world. She looks at Steve with a grin, “so, what was it like back then?” Steve sighs with a playful glint in his eyes, “they died like 65 million years ago, darling.” She giggles in response, “oh so they were after you became a popsicle, okay” “You know what, Y/L/N?” She raises her eyebrows, “what?”

“Let’s see how youthful you can be, darling.”

He then instructs her to sit towards him and with her back to Bucky. As soon as she does it, he starts poking her sides. She falls into giggles and after not being able to push his hands away she squirms away, falling back, right into buckys lap. Her back on his lap, and her bare stomach, revealed by her cropped sweater in the open.

“I knew you were ticklish but I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish” Steve smirks at her. Y/N is still giggling a little and blushing, “I’m nottt, you just surprised me.”

“Oh, really?” A mischievous grin forming on buckys face as he brings his fingers above her stomach, slowly wriggling them. “James, don’t you dare.” She squeals as his hand forms a claw and starts tickling all over her stomach and a little bit of her sides. She desperately tries to squirm away and kicks out her legs, accidentally kicking Steve. He chuckles, “oh, you’re kicking me now?”. Steve then uses his legs to pin down hers, so that her socked feet are in his lap. “I can’t believe you kicked me” “HAHHAPLEASEHAHASTEVEHAH” “Please what? Tickle you? Of course darling” He starts scribbling over her feet, after a few seconds she’s squirming so much her socks start going off. He then takes them off completely and starts tickling over her bare feet. She’s laughing hysterically now and can’t even talk. “HAHAHAHAPLHAHHAHHAEASE” both men continue tickling her, Bucky is still clawing at her stomach but is now also tickling her neck with his other hand and Steve has started to tickle her sole of one foot with his left hand and play little piggy with her other foot and right hand.

“HAHAHAHIYIELDHAHAHAHAH”

“What was that, doll?” Bucky says, smirking.

“HAHAISURRENDERHAHAHAHA” finally both men slow down the tickles and eventually stop completely. She’s completely out of breath and still giggling a little, Steve lets go off her legs and she curls up on buckys lap. Eventually they settle on actually watching Jurassic world and not even 10 minutes in she falls asleep in buckys arms.

#lee!reader #ler!bucky #ler!steve #ticklish!reader #tickle story

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ficsandgiggles · 1 year

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A Tickly Meeting

Happy birthday to the wonderful @mrwolfler! I’m so glad you’re back on tumblr and hope you love this fic 😊❤️

“Steve?!” Your face lit up as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. It had been around a month since you last saw the person you look up to greatly, you saw him as a big brother and missed him so much when he was off doing Captain America things.

You didn’t expect him back so soon, you knew he was coming home this week, but you didn’t think it would be at the beginning of the week, so this was definitely a pleasant surprise.

“Hi Y/N, I’m back.” Steve greeted with a smile as he picked you up into a tight hug, giving you a gentle squeeze as he did so. You beamed in his arms, not wanting to let go.

“I’ve also brought a certain someone with me.” Steve told you, putting you down and moving out of the way so you could see who it was. Your eyes widened as you instantly recognised who it was.

“Bucky Barnes?!” You squealed squealed excitedly as you ran over to him, but a little hesitant to hug him. Steve had told you all about his best friend and why he was where he was, but it seemed like he had finally encouraged Bucky to come and meet you, but you understood his hesitancy to do so.

Admittedly, you were a little hesitant to meet him too, he seemed quite intimidating. His metal arm especially made you feel nervous when to say or do anything wrong around him. However, the second he smiled softly at you, you felt at ease, he was probably just a huge teddy bear.

“You probably figured it out, but this is Bucky, he finally agreed to come out of his cave and meet you.” Steve told you, looking over at his best friend, who blushed a little.

“You physically tortured me into coming out.” He told Steve, your face dropped, not expecting Steve to be capable of doing anything like that, assuming that physical torture meant a lot of pain.

Steve let out a laugh. “I tickled you!” He replied, poking at Bucky’s ribs with a cheeky grin. “That is hardly torture!”

Bucky flinched at the pokes, biting back a smile as he stepped away from Steve and shook his head. “As I said, physical, never ending torture. I need to get you back for that, you punk.” The Winter Soldier growled, squeezing and shaking his fingers into Steve’s armpits, causing Steve to shriek with giggles and slam his arms down.

“NOHOHOHOT IN FROHOHOHONT OF Y/N!” He cackled out, blushing a little as he knew you’d be taking notes for future playful arguments.

Bucky looked at you with a smirk. “Ribs and thighs, oh and sides… anywhere really.” He told you, nodding in Steve’s direction as he continued the armpit torture.

You nodded with a grin, stepping towards Steve and beginning to squeeze into his sides, smirking as Steve’s laughter went up an octave, falling to his knees in a weak attempt to get away.

“Y/N! BUHUHUCK! QUHUHUHUHUIT IHIHIHIT!” Steve yelped, gasping when Bucky tackled him so he was laying on his back, shaking into his friend's sensitive belly with a smirk.

“Aw Steve! You’re just as bad as you were when you were tiny!” Bucky teased, smirking at you as you moved to squeeze up and down his thighs, giggling as you watched Steve kick and laugh.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Steve shrieked out, shoving at Bucky’s shoulders in an attempt to get him away from his belly. You grinned, unable to believe how sensitive Captain America was as you moved to jellyfish his knees.

The second you touched his knees, Steve yelped and kicked out, almost kicking you in the face as his laughter almost went silent. However, you heard Bucky giggling at Steve’s reactions. “Wow, you got a good spot there, kiddo.” Bucky told you with a smug grin, but eventually decided to let his friend go so he could recover, encouraging you to do the same, you pulled away and watched as Steve curled up and took in deep breaths, still letting out giggles here and there. He looked between the two of you before just looking at you, he playfully narrowed his eyes.

“Come here, you!” Steve growled and tackled you down, pulling you into his lap and pinning your arms above your head. Smirking, he looked at Bucky, who was pulling the exact same expression.

“Anywhere.” Steve told him simply before quickly digging into your side, grinning as Bucky wrapped his metal arm gently around your ankles, scribbling his other fingers into your socked feet.

“Wait what- nOHOHOHO!” You squealed, bursting into laughter as you pulled at your arms and feet, blushing madly as you tried to throw yourself off Steve’s lap.

“I can’t believe you’d have the nerve to try and get me, Y/N! Guess I have to punish you now.” Steve told you, smirking as he now spidered his fingers up and down your ribs and sides.

“HEHEHEHEY I GOHOHOT YOHOHOHOU!” You whined in between fits of giggles, Bucky paused his foot torture to look at Steve with a grin.

“They have a point, Rogers, Y/N did get you.” He told him before gently fluttering his fingers into your toes, causing you to yelp and scrunch your toes up.

“Quiet, Barnes.” Steve replied with an eye roll before blowing a raspberry into your neck whilst squeezing rapidly into your sides, which seemed to get you squealing the most.

“I think you’re almost as ticklish as Steve, Y/N.” Bucky told you, now wiggling his fingers up and down your arches which got more of a reaction from you.

“Oh really? What about if I tickle them… here?!”

Steve asked and drilled his fingers into your hips, smirking as you screeched and arched your back, bursting into giggly laughter as you attempted to get away. Even Bucky had to pause to raise his eyebrows.

“Wow, okay, maybe you are worse than Steve.” Bucky giggled, scribbling as fast as he could over your feet for a little longer before letting you go, Steve following suit a few seconds later.

You fell into Steve’s arms, taking in deep breaths as you grinned brightly, rubbing your feet to get rid of the awful feeling still lingering on your feet.

“You guys… are so mean…” you puffed out, even though your grin clearly told another story. Steve just chuckled and hugged you tightly as Bucky patted your thigh and got up.

“Of course we are, now if you excuse me, I have places to be.” Bucky told the two of you before making a quick escape, knowing that Steve would get his own back soon enough.

You looked up at Steve, who giggled and shook his head fondly. “Are we going to get revenge?” You asked him, despite probably knowing the answer.

“Oh yes, we will eventually, but for now, we’ll wait.”

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #ler!bucky #ler!steve #ticklish!steve #ler!reader

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leegemma · 1 year

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Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

#tickle fics #ticklish!reader #tickling community #steve rogers #natasha romanov #ler!natasha #ler!steve #lee!reader

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 1 year

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“Teaming up is unfair!!” with ler!eddie and ler!steve 🫣🫢

"Teaming up is unfair!!!"

Those were the words that left your mouth, and they were quickly followed by a screech and a symphony of giggles as Steve and Eddie began poking and clawing at your torso. "Youhou cahahan't juhuhust bohoth- HEHEY! THIHIS IHIHIS SOHOHO UNFAHAHAIRRR!"

"Says the instigator?" Robin teased from the passenger seat, her brows furrowed and lips curled into a grin of amusement.

Your eyes met Robin's in the car's front view mirror, but before you could say something, Steve had dug his thumbs into your hips, making you shriek with laughter and twist in your seat. "Sahays the instigator! You started this tickle fight. We're just finishing it!"

"Perhaps it wasn't the wisest plan to provoke both of us... when you're the one stuck in the middle seat, Y/N~" Eddie sang, pausing his playful onslaught on your sides while he looked into the mirror, which prompted Steve to stop and allow you a moment to breathe. "Hey, Wheeler, about how much longer would you say we'll be stuck in the car for?"

"About fifteen minutes," Nancy answered. "Give or take a few."

You saw the mischievous glint in Steve's eyes, before looking over at Eddie, only to see that same glint of utter mischief, complete with an impish grin. "Ohoh noho... Dohohon't youhou dahahare! DOHON'T YOUHOU EHEHEVEN DAHAHAHAHARE!"

Steve gasped loudly, with an air of sarcasm and sass. "Oh shit! Guess what? We dared~!"

"Double dared~"

"Double. Dared."

"If you make Y/N kick my seat again like you did last time I'll come back there, dingus." Robin warned, moving her seat forward for good measure as Nancy chuckled.

"Oh please. You nearly tripped on air this morning but you're gonna come back here while the car is moving?" Steve continued his banter with Robin as he and Eddie continued their playful revenge.

You weren't about to say it out loud, but you had no regrets about bothering the two. It certainly made for an entertaining car ride.

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Happy Halloween everyone! AGDHSJD This is the first drabble I've written for ler!Steve and I hope I did good with writing him in character 🥺 /gen

Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! This was fun to write 😖 /gen /pos

Until next time!

~ Ushu 💜 (/p)

#sugar-answers #tickle drabble #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fic #ler!steve harrington #ler!steve #ler!eddie munson #ler!eddie #lee!reader #ticklish!reader

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mimimunson · 3 months

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Drunken fingertips<3

CW- tickling, mention of the police, mention of marijuana, mention of homophobia and bullying but is quite brief, intoxication.

Note- this is my first fic that I have ever written and the first fic I’ve felt semi-confident to post. Please be kind. This is first and foremost a tickle fic so if that isn’t your thing please scroll!! Minors DNI! This is not a tickle kink fic, but kinksters can interact!

Eddie Munson was by no means shy. As long as he could remember he’d always had a theatrical personality, he’d always felt like if he didn’t make someone laugh during the day, the day was wasted. He’d always found beauty in smiles and laughter, he found it endearing that no two laughs were the same. In fact, it’s kinda how he found out he liked boys. Coming out was a difficult experience, but Wayne told him what or who he did in his own bed was his own business. Eddie didn’t need aggressive acceptance, but the casual reminder that he was allowed to be queer. I mean he’d never admit that he flunked most of his classes because he was staring at admiring the guy across from him, he had a metal head persona to attend to but silliness was definitely his strong point.

With the up-bringing he had, it’s no shock that he was touch starved. That all changed when he met his new group of friends, they were all social rejects the same as him. All except Steve Harrington. He was the jock, the king of Hawkins-High. He wasn’t quite like the rest of the popular kids though. While they were calling kids slurs and laughing through the bullying they permitted, he’d stand there with a flushed face, stone cold silent. Steve wasn’t a stranger to Eddie before that, he was the guy he sat next to in his third period biology class on a Tuesday, the one he’d casually admire whilst pretending to take notes.

Steve was a different person then, now he would never stand by and let his so called friends verbally abuse others. Maybe it was his friendship with Robin that had opened his eyes to his own by-standing homophobia. But it was probably because he sat next to Eddie on the couch every Friday movie night in Wheeler’s basement. Steve wholeheartedly believed that sitting next to Eddie weekly was enough to make any man question their sexuality.

Eddie didn’t know how he got here, his knees grazing against Steve’s with his arm resting on the arm of the couch behind him. Both lightly buzzed on beer, whispering away to each other while the rest of the party were fixated on the next movie in their Star-Wars binge. He’d noticed more about Steve in the last 20 minutes than he did that whole year of biology class, his hair had a few strands of blonde mixed in with the brunette locks and when he smiled he had a dimple on the right side of his mouth.

“You have a dimple”

Eddie half-whispered and smirked, attempting to point at Steve’s cheek but narrowly missing from his intoxication. He playfully shrugged it off as if he meant to do that of course he did.

“Okay? So lots of people have dimples Munson.”

Steve shrugged and half smiled in Eddie’s direction.

“No no, you, King Steve have one singular dimple, not plural dimples. One. Only on this side”

Eddie spoke holding up his index finger, pointing as Steve’s face. Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled, nobody, not even he had noticed his singular dimple before.

“I get it now, shh I’m trying to watch the movie.”

He lied through his teeth, mocking Eddie’s performative hand gestures. He could tell Eddie was a little more tipsy than he was, the main clue being the 4 extra empty beer bottles beside him. Eddie giggled, brushing his curls out of his face.

“One Steve. One. Where’s your other dimple? Someone steal it?”

Steve rolled his eyes once more at his drunken friend. “Maybe” he shrugged, “have you got it Eds?”

He smiled, leaning his body weight a little closer towards him.

Eddie’s flushed a little at his words, “Eds”. Steve was the only person who called him that, he was like that scene in the grinch where his heart grows 4 sizes bigger whenever Steve called him that. It felt intimate, a moment that only they could share.

“Listen man, I am not a thief” he held his hands up at the accusation, his smile beaming over at him.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to search you, it’s official police business.”

He joked, patting down Eddie’s denim jacket. Giggling when he felt the outline of his grinder and lighter from inside his pockets.

“Drug paraphernalia.. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime. I’ve not been on the job long but I don’t know Munson, it’s not looking good for you.”

He laughed, pretending to check an imaginary watch on his wrist as if a watch could tell him how long he’d been working a profession for.

“Cuff me officer Harrington, for the crime of being a stoner.” Eddie barely spluttered that sentence out before erupting into laughter.

“Oh you think breaking the law is funny Munson?”

He said shifting himself closer to the drunken boy. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, pinning him to the couch, lightly running his fingers across his arms.

“This is funny?!”

Steve continued his ‘pat down’ if you can call it that, he was poking Eddie’s stomach with emphasis to his words.

“I did not know you were such a criminal. You’re on the wrong tracks man, it’s not too late to change your ways”

Eddie could feel his face burning. Steve was not only touching him, man he’d have to remember that for a later daydream, but he was tickling him.

“Fuck Steve come on don’t do that”

Half trying to slap at his hands but missing them in his inebriated state and half trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face. Drowning in a sea of laughter.

“What’s the matter Eds? This is formal policy, I have to do this.”

Steve caught on pretty quickly that he wasn’t laughing at his pretty wooden acting and more so that his pat was something of a ticklish situation for his friend.

“I- shut up.”

Eddie could hardly contain himself, apparently trying to juggle the need to grab Steve’s face and pull him in for a passionate make out session, hiding his blushing face and trying to pretend like he isn’t being tickled shitless was hard for him.

“Munson, you’re really fucking ticklish you know? If you ever actually get caught for possession you are so screwed.”

Harrington proclaimed laughing alongside his friend, holding him down with one hand so he doesn’t squirm his way off the couch.

“I am so gonna kill you.”

He spluttered out in between gasping for breath. Steve’s hands slowed until they halted, towering over Eddie admiring how his curls were like little spirals framing his face, he even found himself doting on the way he looked up at him. His iris’s were camouflaged into his pupils, his eyes were such a deep shade of brown, but when the light hit them just right they looked almost amber. They always complimented his smile, he definitely smiled through his eyes.

“You’ve still got the same smile, it hasn’t changed since we were assigned seats together.”

Steve whispered, his bisexuality was still hush-hush. He’d only confided in Robin before this moment, he found it difficult sure, but hiding anything from Robin was more of a challenge. She’d sussed out his crush on Eddie from the first moment Dustin introduced them. The way he couldn’t help but look at the floor because holding eye contact was painful, the way he’d look like a sick puppy every time Eddie wasn’t able to join in a trip with the party. But mostly the way that Steve had drunkenly confessed that his bi-awakening was Eddie Munson between spitting vomit into the toilet and sharing confessions with each other.

“You remember me?”

Eddie had his hand over his eyes, slightly peaking between the gap through his middle and ring finger. As if missing this moment was not an option, even if the crimson blush burning into his cheeks wasn’t fighting its corner.

“How could I forget the guy who would stroll into class 45 minutes late, smelling of weed, tripping over thin air and flopping himself down beside me not saying a single word but doodling for the remainder of the lesson? I remember most of it, including the times I could feel your eyes burning into the side of my face like a laser.”

Eddie was mortified at this point. He truly thought he had stealth like skills for daydreaming next to pretty boys but regardless, he wasn’t ashamed. He’d do it all again.

“Oh. You saw that huh? I- I just. I just-“

Before the metal head could even finish his sentence, Steve put his finger up to his own lips.

“No need to explain, I get it.”

He nodded, he never wanted to make him feel embarrassed about who he was.

“It’s rough, teen years I mean. For guys like us especially.”

“Guys like us?” Eddie shot him a bewildered look. He couldn’t possibly mean he was- did he?

“You know. Guys like us. Guys who like guys. I mean I’m a guy who likes guys and girls”

Steve is fumbling all his words right now, nervously trying to explain himself was harder than he imagined.

“Listen don’t tell anyone I told you that though man, only Rob knows. Maybe I’m just a bit drunk but, you look so pretty like this. Peach coloured cheeks and that smile. Damn. See this is what I said to Robin, Eddie Munson just- well just looking at him opened my eyes to who I am.”

Steve interrupted himself, realising he’d said that all out loud. After a few seconds of consideration in his head, he was too drunk to care.

“You looking at me with those doe eyes in biology, it made me realise yeah so I’m like definitely bisexual.”

He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at Eddie who had practically shrunk so far down into the couch that he looked like a part of it. But he was still smiling, still looking at him in the same way.

He lifted himself, sitting upright with his back against the cushions. Grabbing two bottles, ripping the caps off with his teeth.

“Interesting.” Munson divulged, not even noticing that the entire party was staring at them both with their jaws to the floor.

“You owe me 20 dollars!! I told you!!”

Henderson rose up, laughing and pointing at Mike. He always did like to be proved right. The party later found out that Dustin was certain his ‘gay-dar’ was spot on but Wheeler told him it was just broken, it was smashed right into the ground.

“I TOLD you guys, but hey, what do I know?”

Cherry-faced, Steve and Eddie looked at each other, and back at the party, and in perfect unison took several big swigs of their beers.

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valiantphantomangel · 3 months

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Captain purple

A/n: A big thank you to the anon who sent me a bunch of ideas, it was such a huge help! I hope y'all enjoy it!😊

You loved pranking your big brother, Steve.

Favorite past time ever and you had gotten good at it, if I do say so myself.

So when you get bored from your homework that was spread out over you desk you grabbed a bottle of purple hair dye (don't ask why you have that) and sneaked into Steve's rooms which was across the hall from yours.

Quiet like a mouse you tip toe into his bathroom and put the ENTIRE bottle of hair dye in his shampoo, you carefully put it back to where he placed it and ran into your room again.

After doing some homework (lies) you got a call to hang out with your friends so you quickly grabbed your jacket and shoes before running downstairs.

Just hearing the shower running in Steve's room.

"Hey Y/N your brother is on tv"! Your best friend Sarah called out (you can change this if this is your name) as you all were sitting in a cafe.

You turned around and nearly spat out your drink, Steve was giving an interview about the next moves for the avengers... With bright purple hair.

"Oh my god it was a permanent hair dye" you said before rolling with laughter, the caption under the interview said 'captain purple' which didn't help you laughter.

"I can't breathe"! Your friends called out over their laughter since they had met your brother multiple times.

"Oh I'm in so much trouble when I get home" you said with wide eyes as your laughing calmed down.

A few hours later you sneak back into the tower, hoping to avoid Steve but luck wasn't on your side.

Just as you unlock your room in the tower and walk in you see Steve sitting there in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

He would have been very intimidating.

If it wasn't for his bright purple hair.

You look at him with pursed lips trying not to laugh, but one more look at him got you giggling.

"You know I had to give a very serious speech on tv, yet no one took me seriously" Steve said as he walked over to you.

"I wonder why" you giggle as you look up at him.

"oh I'll give you something to laugh about" he said with a playful growl and ran towards you before throwing you over his shoulder.

"Steve put me down"!

He just chuckled and walked into the living room before throwing you gently on to the couch, sitting down on your thighs to keep you pinned.

"What are you doing?" You said confused as you looked up at him.

"Remember what I used to do when we were little and you were causing trouble around the neighborhood"? Steve asked innocently as he lightly traced your tummy.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, he couldn't possibly remember that, no absolutely not.

"Oh I see you remember" he said with a grin

"I'm not ticklish anymore stevEEKHIHI" you shrieked as he suddenly digged into your sides.

"Right, because that sounded convincing" He said sarcastic before looking at you with a smirk that could match Loki's.

"No don't you dareHIHIHIHI STOPHAHAH ITHIHIH" you burst out laughing and squirmed around trying to escape his ticklish fingers that danced over your ribs.

Steve laughed menacingly and leaned down to blow a raspberry in your neck, rubbing his beard over your neck.

You absolutely went mad with laughter and trashed around.

"DAMM YOU AHHHAHAHAHA"!!

"Language"

This went on forever until he decided to give you a breather and let you sit up.

"Now are you going to apologize?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he got off of you.

"I'm sorryhihihi" you apologized through the remaining giggles.

You looked at him when you got your breath back and repeated it "I'm sorry... Captain Purple" you grinned before sprinting away.

"Get back here Y/N" Steve yelled and ran after you with a smile on his lips, he was so happy to finally spend time with his little sister and make up for the time you guys lost, like the big brother he is.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #request #tickle punishment #steve rogers #ler!steve #steve rogers × little sister #prank #hair dye #purple #giggles

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tkpuke · 2 years

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Sweet Tattoo

Pairing: Steve/Eddie

Summary: In which Steve notices whenever Eddie gets bored, he doodles. Steve gave his own art skills a try, but it lead to something else.

Word count: 974

“Reminding you this is the last doodle, alright?” Steve said while watching how focused Eddie’s gaze is on his arm, tongue poking out here and there from concentration. He colored in a certain spot, applying a bit of pressure on the skin to make sure the black pen ink doesn’t give up halfway. Then, Eddie snapped the cap back on before giving Steve a prideful smile.

“Thoughts on this new masterpiece?” Steve raised his arm up for a closer view of the demobats scattered around his entire forearm, almost an exact copy of Eddie’s own bat tattoo just near his elbow. Great detail, no tiny mistakes, and definitely badass. “It’s really cool, although I hope me saying that doesn’t get you to convince me to start another new doodle on my body like you’ve been doing for the past ten minutes.” Steve slightly lifts up his shirt to show Eddie all the pen drawings covering his entire stomach, in hopes the man gets the hint maybe Steve had enough of being Eddie’s personal canvas.

Don’t get him wrong, Steve loves Eddie’s small artistic side whenever he’s bored. The itch to doodle is strong for the metal-head, the rim of his converse covered in small drawings. Anything he can get his hands on, it’ll be covered in colorful ink soon. Steve, as you might’ve guessed, has fallen victim to this itch.

Steve didn’t mind at first, but he didn’t expect to be covered head to toe in Eddie’s artwork. He was more thinking maybe a cute smiley face on his palm, or stars around his knuckles. Y’know, something Nancy use to do when they were together.

“Oh please, you love these sweet tats drawn by me.” Eddie gave Steve’s bare side a quick squeeze, making him yelp before rolling down his shirt to prevent anymore attacks. Steve eyed the pen being set down on the bedside table, grabbing it as his eyes lit up from an idea popping in his head.

“Let me draw on you.” Steve said simply, catching Eddie a bit off-guard. He turns to Steve, pointing at his own chest. “Draw on me?” He repeats Steve’s sentence, a amusing grin forming. If there’s anything you’d like to know about Eddie, is that his love language is physical touch. Turning down such an offer, especially from Steve, is something Eddie can’t fathom.

“C’mon, let me have a turn. Lay down.” Steve’s tone almost sounded a bit demanding, patting down space next to him for Eddie to get all comfortable. Eddie breathed out a chuckle, putting a pillow under his head. “Oh? Yes sir.” He could not help but tease, earning an eye roll from Steve. A wave of cold air hits Eddie’s stomach, feeling the tip of the pen starting around his side.

Seconds go by in silence, Steve not kidding around by being determined this doodle comes out looking like the definition of perfection. Although Eddie began to have his doubts. “No hard feelings, but this doodle better not eat shit.”

“It won’t if you stay still.” Steve argued back, having to wait out the squirms Eddie does every few minutes. Eddie opened his mouth to give the twitching an excuse, but instead a giggly yelp poured out. Apparently, Steve circled the pen in a rather sensitive spot. This stopped the two in their tracks, making immediate direct eye contact. Steve smirking, Eddie growing nervous.

“Ticklish?” Steve asked innocently, but the mischievous growing smirk told a different story.

“No.” Eddie got on his elbows, ready to spring on his feet. The plan didn’t get really far, unfortunately, because Steve tossed the pen aside to scratch Eddie’s sides with his blunt nails. Eddie straight out cackled hysterically, letting it be heard from miles away. Steve was almost tempted to shush him, but it would be hard when your apparent worst spot is being exploited to it’s fullest.

Eddie thrashed violently, being close to accidentally knocking the wind out of Steve from the squirm of his legs. No worries, Steve helped out with that by sitting on top of his thighs, now easier to worm his hands everywhere on his torso.

“Stohop! You’re kihihilling ME!” His protest ended in a shrill squeal when he felt a firm dug in his ankles, but only because Steve was near being bucked off. This newfound discovery on accident did not get unnoticed, sadly for Eddie. “Don’t tell me your ankles are ticklish.”

Eddie quickly got ahold of Steve’s wrists, looking him dead in the eye. “Go for them and the second I’m let up, I’m gonna tickle the absolute hell out of you until I’m satisfied, pretty boy.” A threat. A playful one that meant zero harm but to only scare. Something that didn’t make Steve rethink his choices in the slightest.

“Too bad I won’t let you have enough energy for payback.” Steve unwrapped his grip on Eddie’s ankles, digging straight in his underarms as a form of surprise. He snapped his arms down in swift speed, spilling out giggly curses toward Steve that went through one ear and out the other.

“Sohomewhere else goddamnit!” Eddie wheezed out. Steve stopped, but wiggled his hands around to hint that his hands are stuck. Eddie hesitantly lifted up his arms, and in a second hands latched around his ankles. Scratching like there’s no tomorrow.

“FUHUCK! HOLY SHIHIT!” Were the last words before his laughs turned silent, cheeks tinted red. Taking this as a cue to have the fun come to an end, Steve rolled beside Eddie while removing loose curls away from his face from all the thrashing. “You told me to go somewhere else.”

“I fucking hahate you.” Eddie breathlessly giggled, greedily sucking air. A middle finger aimed towards Steve, but he takes the hand to plant tiny kisses around his knuckles and rings.

“You love me.”

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Merry Christmas, @theoncelee! I'm your gifter, and I really hope you enjoy this fic!

As for everyone else, enjoy as well!

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Suger High

It was supposed to be a normal sleepover, but Eddie and Robin stole Mr. Wheeler's coffee candy.

"No, Eddie!" Steve grunted as he hit the post in Nancy's basement. "Stop! Don't do it"

"No cahan do, babe!" Eddie giggled as he grabbed one of the brooms. "Buckley hahas threatened myhy honor!"

"I just said you had bad taste in music!" Robin shrieked, running away from the broom-wielding crazy man. She giggled as she vaulted over the couch.

"Robin, honey!" Nancy winced, whipping around as the duo ran past. "You're going to hurt yourself!"

"I'll be fine~! Munson won't be, once I retrieve my weapon!"

Steve groaned and decided to just sit on the couch. Nancy and him had been trying to wrangle their partners for the past ten minutes. The partners that had eaten a shit load of caffeinated candy.

Steve didn't even know that candy could have coffee in it, but here they were.

"I swear, I am going to get my shotgun." Nancy muttered, sitting next to him. Most would be scared by the threat, but he could see the slight smile on her lips as Robin stole the broom from Eddie.

"We just need some way to calm them down." Steve winced as Robin smacked Eddie's head with the broom. Neither looked injured, thank goodness. "Any ideas?"

Nancy raised her eyebrow. "We've been trying my ideas for the past ten minutes. You come up with something." She said, leaning back and rubbing her face.

Steve groaned again. He loved both Eddie and Robin to death, but they were too much of a handful on a normal basis. High on sugar and caffeine? That made them eight handfuls. Nancy and him didn't have four hands each.

The duo sprinted past, Eddie somehow holding onto the broom now. Robin then slammed into the wall and Eddie nearly impaled himself with the cleaning device. Both ended up just laughing hysterically on the floor, argument forgotten.

"That's it!" Steve stomped over, heart still racing from the spectacle. He grabbed them both up by the shirt and dragged them towards the couch.

"Aw~ c'mon, Harrington!" Eddie giggled out. "Noho neheed to behe mahad!"

Steve didn't reply and merely shoved Robin onto Nancy's lap. He sat down next to the two women and tugged Eddie onto his lap as well.

"Let's calm them down." Steve said, nodding at Nancy.

"Whahat're you gonna doho?" Robin stuck her tongue out as her girlfriend hugged her close. "Smohother us?"

"No. Just gonna tickle the energy out of you." Steve said matter of factly, smirking.

For the first time in the past ten minutes, the two crazy people froze. Their eyes widened comically while Nancy smirked at Steve.

"I like that idea, Harrington." She agreed, holding onto Robin's struggling form.

"Why thank you, Wheeler." The boy replied. "On the count of three."

"Wahait!"

"One."

"Wehe'll cahalm down!"

"Two "

"Plehease, guys!"

"Three."

Already in a giggly mood, both victims instantly broke down as their partners dug their fingers into their sides.

"Steheheve, noho!" Eddie spluttered, pushing at his boyfriend's chest.

"Steve, yes." He replied, moving down to squeeze the guitar player's hips.

Robin only cackled, her limbs turning to jelly as Nancy moved to target her ribs. She buried her face into her girlfriend's shoulder, muffling her laughter a small bit.

"I think your plan was the best one we've come up with." Nancy mused, raising her voice over Eddie's high-pitched laughter.

"I thought it was brilliant." Steve smirked, slowly crawling his fingers up to his victim's armpits. "Guess that means I get a score on that whiteboard, right Robin?"

She only shook her head in reply, her body melting as Nancy scribbled her nails against her back.

The two really had completely different reactions to tickling, huh? While Eddie thrashed and shrieked as his armpits were attacked, Robin only melted completely and snorted as her stomach was targeted.

Steve couldn't help but look at both of them, love in his eyes. These were the bestest friends he could ask for.

His thoughts were interrupted as a pair of fingers dug into his ribs. With a surprised shriek, he fell backwards and was soon the one to laugh.

"Gotcha, Harrington." Eddie teased, spidering his hands across Steve's stomach.

"Dahamn ihit, Muhunson!" Steve squealed, trying to twist away. "IhI'm supposed toho behe calming you dohown!"

"True. But I can just lose energy by tickling you!" Eddie grinned, fluttering his fingers against Steve's neck. "It's way more amusing!"

Nancy rolled her eyes at the sight of the boys. "You best not try to tickle me, Robbie." She said, turning her attention back to her girlfriend. "It'll just get worse if you do."

Robin shook her head. She had zero idea how Eddie could easily turn the tables on people. She could barely move her arms as it was!

"Hey, Wheeler! Wanna see which one taps out first?" Eddie challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.

"It wouldn't be fair for me!" Nancy countered. "Robin's been tickled for longer than Steve."

"That is true, but we both know he's more ticklish than her."

"Good point… sure. It's on, Munson!" Nancy grinned, getting into the spirit of things. "Winner gets to sleep on the couch instead of the floor tonight!"

"Well then, have fun on the floor, Wheeler!"

Steve tapped out first, as expected. The competition didn't matter anyway. All four ended up sleeping on the couch.

Together.

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Oh goodness... This took way longer than I wanted...

I sincerely hoped you liked it, cause I'm too tired to tell if this is actually good or not.

Have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year!

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infrequent-creator · 2 years

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Just a ticklish metalhead, nothing to see 🙈

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Embracing Yourself

word count: 4,500

pairing: bucky x gn!reader (established relationship) / steve rogers x reader (platonic)

cw: hurt/comfort, mild swearing

summary: After getting braces, you find it hard to be yourself. Smiling and laughing doesn't feel like it used to. But Bucky and Steve are there to help you find a little bit of joy.

author's note: this prompt was so easy and fun to write! thank you to @writer-of-things26 for the original prompt! I hope this brings you a bit of comfort. and thanks to the sweet anon who asked for some raspberries! hope you enjoy!

*side note* I’ve never had braces, so excuse any inconsistencies! I did a bit of research but still might have gotten a few things wrong!

“When is your appointment, doll?” Bucky asked as he sat a plate of breakfast down in front of you. You smiled at him and puckered your lips, prompting him to give you a kiss. He did so without any hesitation, then gave you an extra peck onto your forehead.

“It’s at 11, so I have to leave soon,” You answered before taking a bite of Bucky’s famous eggs. To stop yourself from moaning in delight, you sipped on your coffee, watching your boyfriend intently as he made his own breakfast.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I can take the day. Steve won’t mind,” He said. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose.

“Buck, it’s a simple dentist appointment. I can handle myself, you know.”

Bucky plated his food and sat down at the table next to you, reaching for your hand to grab it in his own. “I know. Maybe I’m projecting my fear onto you. I hate the dentist.”

“Well, I’ll go with you next time, then,” You giggled. “I can’t have my man being scared!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand to dig into your side briefly. “The lethal Winter Soldier doesn’t appreciate that sort of cheek.”

Arching away from him, you laughed, “Yeah, well, I don’t see him around. I only see the lovely Bucky Barnes.” You stood from the kitchen table and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Go train with Steve. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Promise?”

You set your plate into the sink and turned to look at your boyfriend. “Promise,” you smiled.

The appointment was more than just a cleaning. You were finally getting a consult on your Invisalign to help straighten your teeth. You had always been confident; in the way you dressed, the way you held yourself, a few facial features. Though, the one thing you’d been insecure about your entire life was your smile.

Your teeth weren’t abnormally crooked, but they were just crooked enough to stop you from showing them if you were consciously thinking about it. Most of the time, the thought didn’t cross your mind, so you would smile and laugh just as anyone would. But on the off day that you did think about it, well, it was hard to pull you out of that mindset.

Your warm smiles turned into small grins or even no grins at all. Your vibrant laugh morphed into a breathy one, where all you did was turn up the corner of your mouth and let a puff of air shoot through your nose.

Bucky had expressed on multiple occasions that he adored your smile, that it was one of his favorite things about you, but no matter how much you wanted to take those words and root them in your psyche, you couldn’t. Your teeth would always be your number one insecurity.

As you got dressed, on the drive over, sitting in the lobby, and settling yourself into the dental chair—you were shaking. Maybe you should have taken Bucky up on his offer to come with you.

No. You wanted it to be a surprise. He’d love you either way, Invisalign or no Invisalign, but Bucky loved to see you happy. He loved to see you get exactly what you wanted.

“Hi!” A young, blonde woman greeted you as she waltzed into the room. “I’m Dr. Sherwood. I’ll be your consultant for the day.”

“Hi,” You replied, smiling politely and shaking her hand. “Thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“Of course! I hear you’re interested in Invisalign?”

“Yeah, uh, my teeth have been crooked for too long, so I’m hoping to fix it,” You laughed nervously, shrugging. Dr. Sherwood smiled and nodded.

“That’s completely understandable. I hear that from a lot of patients. Let’s just get some x-rays of your teeth so we can get started, alright?” She looked to you for confirmation. You agreed with a slight nod of your head and leaned back into the chair.

The doctor was silent for the duration of the x-rays, looking them over and analyzing them thoroughly. The clicks of the computer mouse and the wheels of her rolling chair were almost deafening as she slid back and forth between you and the computer.

“Okay, so,” She began, swiveling around to face you. “I have some good news and bad news.” In an instant, all of the color drained from your face. Dr. Sherwood cleared her throat before continuing on. “The bad news is that I cannot fit you with Invisalign at the moment. Before we can do that step, you’ll need braces. The good news is that you won’t need them for too long. 6 months to a year at most.”

The doctor must have seen how close you were to crying because she placed a hand on your forearm and gave you a firm look. “It’s not the end of the world. Plus, if you don’t want them, you don’t have to get them. However, the only way you can be fitted with Invisalign going forward is if you get the braces.”

Letting out a shaky breath, your head fell back against the chair. How important was straight teeth to you? Important enough to want Invisalign, but probably not enough to get braces. Many of your friends and family had braces growing up. Key word: growing up. You were an adult well into your 20s and not once have you seen an adult with braces.

You cursed yourself for not begging your parents to get your teeth fixed in your teen years, now having to struggle between living with your insecurity forever or living with an even bigger insecurity for a year.

“There’s really no other option?” You double checked. Dr. Sherwood smiled sympathetically, almost pitifully, and shook her head.

“I’m afraid not. I can give you some time to make a decision if you’d like. We can set up another appointment for next week.”

“No,” You said almost too quickly. You shut your eyes and sighed in defeat. “Only a year?”

“That’s worst-case scenario. I think we can get you out of them before the new year,” Dr. Sherwood assured you. “Then we can switch you over to Invisalign until your teeth are exactly the way you want them.”

Less than a year. You could do this.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

An hour or two later, after looking in the mirror, you realized you most definitely couldn’t do this. But there was no going back. Bulky metal surrounded your teeth. Pain. A sting of pain settled into your jaw as you tried opening and closing your mouth.

You thanked the doctor after she’d told you the products you’d need to take care of your new asset, then headed out to the reception desk, handling your co-pay without a word. It hurt to talk anyway. All you could muster at the moment were a few hums and nods.

The inner battle you were fighting—between crying to Bucky or never showing your face again—was distracting as you drove home. You told him you’d come to the compound after your appointment, but the only thing worse than Bucky seeing your braces was all of his friends seeing your braces, too.

So, for now, you’d go back home and get all your emotions out. Mourn the loss of your brace-less face.

Crying silently, you entered your small New York City apartment, immediately staring into the full-length mirror that stood next to the door. Your cheeks were a bit inflamed; not as bad as when you had gotten your wisdom teeth taken out, but still noticeable. You begrudgingly “smiled” to see the metal, wincing slightly as you moved your mouth.

You hated this. This was not what you wanted.

Sure, it would eventually get you to where you needed to be, but the thought of living with braces for the rest of the year made you completely uneasy.

Feeling nauseous from the crying and the pain, you chugged over to your soft brown couch, gently laying down and taking deep breaths to center yourself.

You hadn’t known when you fell asleep nor did you know how long you’d slept when you heard the familiar sound of keys jangling at your front door. You groaned, pulling the throw pillow from behind your head to cover your face.

“Doll?” Bucky called out once he shut the door. “I’m home!” You heard his footsteps walk into the kitchen, throwing his wallet and keys into the bowl on the island. “Where are you?”

Sighing, you raised your hand in the air. “Over here,” You mumbled from under the pillow. Those same footsteps got louder as he came to meet you over on the couch.

“Did you take a nap?” He chuckled in amusement. You nodded. “How did your dentist appointment go?”

Ah. The dreaded question. “Terrible,” Your voice broke—unwillingly—and your pressed your palms harder against the throw pillow to keep it smushed against your face. Bucky’s fingers found your forearm, rubbing it gently, and that touch of his was all you needed to break.

You let out a broken sob, shifting your arm so that your hand could find his, then squeezed it as tight as you could.

“What’s wrong, doll? Tell me what happened.”

Your other hand pushed the pillow away, your eyes squinting as the light hit them. Another cry ripped through your chest and your covered your mouth in embarrassment. “I went to the d-dentist to get Invisalign to help straighten my teeth and I didn’t t-tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, but the doctor said that I c-couldn’t get it without having braces first and now I have braces and I feel s-so ugly and I hate them.”

You caught how Bucky’s head seemed to spin at how fast that run-on sentence had escaped from your mouth, so you reluctantly removed your hand. “I hate them.”

His reaction was instant. His eyes widened and his free hand found your cheek, but you pushed it away fervidly. “Hey, hey…” Bucky lightly grabbed at your wrist. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not, Bucky!” You yelled through your tears. More at yourself than at him, which you knew that he knew. “I- I’m so ugly and they’re distracting and unattractive and I should h-have just said no and dealt with my stupid crooked teeth.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky drawled out, making his way around the couch and lifting your legs to take the spot where they resided, setting them back down onto his lap. “They are not ugly. You are not ugly. Never have been, never will be.”

“Y-you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he whispered. His hand found your thigh, rubbing it gently as to comfort you. “You’re so beautiful, doll, with or without the braces.”

“But Bucky… I- they’re…”

“They’re wonderful. They’re getting you one step closer to where you wanted to be. I just hope you know that you didn’t have to straighten your teeth at all. I loved them before, too,” Bucky said. “Sit up for me?”

It wasn’t so much of an order as it was a question. Bucky was asking you rather than telling you. He was giving you the chance to say no. But one look into those irresistible blue eyes of his and you’d comply.

Sniffling a bit, you pushed yourself upright, suddenly face to face with the super soldier. His look was empathetic, still with a hint of pity, but it was sincere, nonetheless.

“You are so beautiful,” Bucky hesitantly brought his hand back up to your cheek and this time you let him; his touch sending shivers down your spine. “One of the most beautiful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Braces or not, that’s not going to change.”

You nuzzled into his palm as a fresh bout of tears began streaming down your face. “I just don’t feel like me anymore.”

Bucky wiped away a few stray tears off your cheeks, smiling at you sadly. “You probably won’t for a while. It’s a new change that you weren’t prepared for, but it doesn’t change how I see you.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then with a glance into your eyes to ask for consent, he placed the tiniest peck onto your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him back, even though you wanted to. Bucky seemed to catch on to that fact, drawing back and instead, running the pad of his thumb over your mouth.

He wasn’t hurt. His ego wasn’t bruised. He knew you’d need time. Time to process, time to accept, time to heal. And for you, he’d wait.

Over the course of a month or two, you’d stopped feeling so self-conscious about your braces. You’d kiss Bucky the way you used to, though it was hard to get used to the feeling of the metal scraping against the inside of your mouth.

It was still tough for Bucky to get you to laugh normally. Every once in a while, he’d say something funny and you’d immediately fall into giggles, but once your brain caught up with your reaction, you’d cover your mouth or just stop laughing all together.

Bucky missed your laugh. God, he missed it more than words could say, but he knew the wound was still fresh. You’d come around in time.

But as time went on, you only seemed to become more insecure about your smile. It broke Bucky’s heart to see you so upset about something he loved dearly. He needed to do something—something to help you see how truly wonderful your smile and laugh is.

He didn’t have to wait long. The scenario set itself up perfectly two days later, and he didn’t even have to do the work.

You’d just come back from your orthodontist, checking to see if everything was on track, when you’d settled yourself in between Bucky and Steve on the three-seater couch.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your head back against the cushions.

“What’s up, doll?” Bucky asked, squeezing your thigh comfortingly.

“I have to keep these godforsaken braces on until January,” you complained, bringing your hand up to place your thumb and middle finger onto your temples, hoping to massage the stress away.

“Well, that’s good, right? That’s what you were hoping for.”

“Yeah, I guess,” You grumbled. “I just want them gone. I hate them.”

“I know you didn’t ask and I know I’m basically third-wheeling here, but I think you look great with braces,” Steve spoke up, his eyes never leaving his newspaper. You side-eyed him, then turned your head towards Bucky.

“Did you pay him to say that?” You asked, only half-teasing. Bucky snickered in response, shaking his head. You twisted back to Steve and gave him a non-threatening glare. “First of all, you’re right, no one asked, and secondly, what are you even doing in my house?”

These kind of comments between you and Steve were common. Once you started dating Bucky, you found yourself hanging with Steve more often than not since he was your boyfriends best friend. The two of you fell into a playful friendship; teasing each other for the stupidest of things. You’d comment on his age and he’d bite back with how he could snap you like a twig.

It was all in good fun and you loved Steve, just as Bucky did.

“Bucky invited me over so he wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable attitude alone,” Steve finally folded the newspaper and set it down on the coffee table in front of him. “And forgive me for trying to be nice.”

He punctuated his final word with a harsh squeeze to your knee and your leg kicked out in reaction. What could only be described as a squeak burst from your lips and Bucky, who watched from the sidelines, was struck with an idea.

He hadn’t forgotten how unbearably ticklish you were, but in the months you’d been so down on yourself, he couldn’t bring himself to be as playful as he used to be with you. He wanted to be there for you in comfort and never wanted to push any boundaries you may have had.

But if you were so quick to tease Steve, maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Steve!” You scolded, swatting at his hand. Steve only grinned and shrugged, looking over at Bucky to see a mischievous expression on his face. You had already gone back to crossing your arms over your chest with your head back against the cushions and your eyes closed, giving the boys the perfect opportunity to plan their attack.

A raise of an eyebrow from Steve, a glance over to you from Bucky. A nod of understanding from Steve, a silent chuckle from Bucky.

Bucky exhaled out exasperatingly, turning his body more towards you, tucking a leg underneath him. “Doll, what do I have to do to get you to agree how adorable you look with braces?”

You let out a laugh, but it was one of disdain. “Ha! That’s funny, Buck.”

“Nothing?” Steve questioned you. With your eyes still shut, you shook your head.

“An enemy could hold me at gunpoint and I still don’t think I’d agree.”

“That’s bold,” the blond super soldier declared, adopting Bucky’s position. “You hear that, Buck?”

“I heard, Steve,” Bucky replied, a smirk evident in his tone of voice. You didn’t like that one bit. Now on your guard, your eyes shot open, looking in between the two men warily. “I think we can get ‘em to agree, though.”

“Definitely.”

Without warning, Steve had grabbed your shoulders at the same time Bucky had grabbed your legs, swiftly twisting you on the couch so that your upper body was laid in Steve’s lap; arms rendered immobile once he’d held on tight.

“Guys!” You yelled, attempting to squirm away. “Guys, no!”

Bucky positioned your legs underneath one of his thighs, which was enough weight to pin you to the sofa completely. “All I’m asking is for you to admit that you’re beautiful with braces.”

“Well, you’re asking too much of mehe!” You anxiously giggled, giving another hard tug at your arms. Steve smiled down at you, holding your wrists against his stomach.

“Sounds like they’re egging you on, Bucky. You gonna let that slide?” Steve glanced up at his friend, who scrunched up his face and shook his head.

“Nah,” Bucky said before lightly pinching at your thighs. You clamped your mouth shut immediately, not wanting to give in to their tricks. With a stupidly wide smile on your face, you shook your legs violently to try and deter him off target.

“Buhuck!” You growled through gritted teeth. He squeezed up and down your legs, watching you intently to try and find a spot that would make you crack. You were tough, he had to admit. When you set your mind to something, it was hard to get you to change it.

Switching techniques to catch you off guard, Bucky began digging into your belly through your soft t-shirt, smiling once you squealed and threw your head back into Steve. Still, your mouth stayed closed as you shook with silent giggles.

“I don’t think it’s working,” Bucky pondered. “Steve, will you give me a hand?”

You gasped, “No!”

“Absolutely!” Steve exclaimed. He put both of your wrists into his left hand so that he could wiggle one single finger into your armpit with the other. That, along with Bucky’s relentlessness, sent you into a proper fit of laughter.

“Dohon’t! Steheve!” You hopelessly yanked on your arms, arching away from that damned finger, but it was useless. It only followed you no matter which way you turned or twisted. “Buhucky! Call ohohoff your guard dohog!”

“Guard dog?” Steve gasped incredulously, narrowing his eyes at you. He clicked his tongue and spidered all 5 fingers into the hollow of your underarm, causing you to arch your back and screech. “You’re just asking for it, now.”

“You know how to get this to stop,” Bucky sang as he mercilessly pinched up and down your sides.

“AHAHA! SCREHEW YOU BOHOHOTH!” You screamed. Once the words came from your mouth, even you knew they were a lie. This was almost refreshing, laughing like this. It was like those muscles that were only used for belly laughter like this were cogging and working for the first time in forever.

It was part of the reason why you hadn��t given the boys what they wanted. If you really wanted it to stop, all you’d have to do was admit the one singular fact whether you believed it or not. You needed this, and of course, the two men holding you down and tickling you senseless seemed to catch on.

“Wow, Steve, did you hear that?” Bucky asked his friend over the sound of your endless cackling.

“I sure did, Buck.”

“You think I should do it?”

“DOHOHO WHAT?” You interrupted. Steve tweaked your upper ribs a few times in retaliation.

“Shh! We’re trying to talk here!” He hissed playfully, trying his hardest not to smile at your giggly scream to keep the act going. “I think you should,” Steve directed his attention back to Bucky.

Bucky stopped tickling you, which prompted Steve to cease too, letting you have a moment of reprieve. You sucked in gasps of air, a ticklish smile on your face.

“See? There’s that smile I love and missed so much,” Bucky cooed, reaching up to swipe his thumb across your cheek. You rolled your eyes, but neither of the men missed how the smile didn’t waver. “So, can you please just admit that you’re adorable? For me?”

You groaned, giving one last hard tug on your arms. “I don’t deal in ultimatums, Buck. If you’re gonna do it, just do it.”

Bucky grinned smugly, peering up at Steve with that same look on his face. Then, he shrugged, pushing your shirt up to your ribs, but careful not to show anymore skin than you’d want him to. “Hold on tight, Rogers. They’re gonna lose their mind!”

Steve did as told, gripping at your forearms and pinning them to his chest above your head. You eyed your boyfriend with caution as he shifted to lay across your legs, face in line with your belly.

It was then and there that you knew what he was going to do. “Oho no… n-nuh-no, Bucky, dohon’t.”

If even you could hear the way you sounded a little excited, then you were sure the boys could, too. He placed a short kiss right next to your navel, causing your stomach to tense up in anticipation.

“You said I could do it!” Bucky taunted, fluttering his fingers at the waistline of your jeans with a featherlight touch.

Giggling hard, you bit your lip. “I-hi didn’t know yohou were going to do thihis! I take it bahack!”

“Mm-mm, no. No take backs unless you say you’re beautiful.”

“You suck!” You shouted, bucking your hips to get his tickling fingers to stop. “Steve, help me out here!”

Steve chortled and ducked his head to meet your gaze. “You really think I’m going to help you out of this? When I’m actively holding you down?”

“Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, sporting the tiniest of pouts.

“No,” He replied flatly. “Bucky, you may proceed.”

“WAIT-AHAHA!” You exploded into laughter once Bucky’s lips blew a raspberry onto the side of your stomach right next to your navel. “DOHOHON’T!”

You tried your hardest to twist from underneath him, thrashing around wildly as the vibrating ticklish sensation just wouldn’t stop. Raspberry after raspberry, Bucky was methodical—choosing just the right spots to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

“NONONOHOHO! OKAHAY! MEHERCY, MERCY, MERCYHYHY!” You screeched, jolting one final time before falling limp. Bucky lifted himself up and Steve let go of your arms and you instantly scrambled to pull your shirt down.

Sitting up fully to release your legs, Bucky stared at you with endearment, having missed that beautiful and vibrant laugh of yours. “Well?”

You scoffed in response to that, moving to position yourself the way you were before the soldiers’ completely unwarranted attack. “Fihine, you win. I look good with braces. There, are ya happy, now?”

Bucky’s smiled faltered a little as he reached for your hand. “Doll, I don’t know what I can do to make you believe me, but trust me when I say that you look beautiful with them. You look beautiful without them. Straight teeth, crooked teeth, hell, you could have no teeth for all I care, and you’d still be the prettiest person in the world to me.”

Bucky’s words struck deep into your chest; his tone of voice, the way his eyes began to water, the way he held your hand. There wasn’t a hint of a lie anywhere to be seen. You took in a deep breath, lip quivering, and surged forward to hug him.

“Thank you, Buck,” You whispered into his neck. His arms wrapped around you tight, pressing all his love into you in hopes that you could feel it. And you could. You felt it deep in your core, how much Bucky loved you.

“I am still third-wheeling, but I think you look great, too,” Steve interrupted the intimate moment. You felt Bucky’s laugh rumble through his chest as you sighed in fake exasperation.

“Again, no one asked,” You teased him, letting go of Bucky to glare at him from over your shoulder. Steve sucked on his teeth and looked past you and over to Bucky.

“Can I?” He asked. Bucky raised his hands in the air, shrugging in compliance.

“Go for it.”

In a second flat, Steve latched on to your ribcage, pinching harshly in retaliation for your comment. “I have been nothing but nice to you all day and that’s how you want to treat me?”

“WAHAH! NOHO! OHOKAY, I’M SORRYHY!” You squirmed and arched away, leaning into Bucky, who decided to join in on the fray by lightly scratching at your belly again.

“Steve’s gotta point. You kinda deserve this.”

“Guhuhuys!” You whined through your giggles. They both begrudgingly halted, letting you regain your breath again.

“Gohod…” You covered your face in flustered embarrassment. “You’re the wohorst.”

“You know, I think a thank you would satisfy me,” Steve said while poking at your side. You growled through a giggle and slapped his hand away.

“Thank you, Steve,” You mumbled monotonously. It seemed to pacify the Captain for the time being, by the way he grinned and settled back into the corner of the couch.

You chuckled at his reaction, then leaned into Bucky’s side, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

“I love your smile,” Bucky voiced prior to kissing your temple. Your grin widened and your cheeks prickled with heat. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You whispered back, a unwilling grin on your face.

Because if Bucky could love you this way, then maybe you could, too. It’d only be a few more months anyway.

You could do this.

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