Tickletober Day 31/nope: Tickle Monster

tickletober day 31/nope: tickle monster

this one's a birthday gift for @wordstrings and also a long overdue fill for this prompt! it's as much of a guess at characterization as i could cobble together from a supercut and a few clips, but i hope you enjoy, you wonderful person 💛

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Something’s wrong with his face.

Well, not really - Percy has it on good authority that his face is quite fetching, in certain circumstances, even with the nearsightedness-

The point being. Vex’s hand is on his cheek, and lovely as she is, it's also quite distracting.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?”

He blinks. Something about it is unpleasantly sticky. “What?”

“Percy, darling.” She’s leaning between him and his soldering iron now - bad, very bad, these people know nothing about tool safety - with her eyebrows raised in a way that never signals well for his dignity in the following minutes. “You’ve been down here for far too long - why don’t you come take a walk with me? Trinket misses you terribly, you know.”

He makes an attempt at nudging her out of his field of vision with his shoulder, spine twitching in sharp disapproval after a few hours of piecing together the minute details of his current project. “Does he?”

Vex grins, just visible in the blurry corner of his vision where his glasses don’t quite reach. It’s almost worth the terrible burns he’s certainly going to get from not being able to see what he’s doing. “I’m sure he’s going to give you a big wet kiss the moment he sees you.”

He heaves a put-upon sigh just to stretch her smile an inch wider, and - oh, she’s got him thoroughly distracted now, hasn’t she. Clever. And annoying.

Luckily, he’s not entirely unarmed at the moment. “Vex,” he starts. “You like it when I make you things, don’t you?”

The entire line of her body shifts - lovely, he can see his hands again. “This is for me?”

Ha. “Yes, so for the love of gods don’t make me fuck it up, all right?” He can’t quite help smirking as he pushes a little further. “Especially at this stage, which will be quite expensive to redo if something goes wrong.”

A complete lie, but not one she’ll know to spot - worth it, for some peace and quiet to finish the blasted thing. He’s fairly sure his aching spine will survive the night.

“Oh.” Vex’s fingers twitch, light and lithe against his jawbone. She’s contemplating. Good. “That’s - well, that’s not fair, now I hardly want to drag you out of here.”

He twitches a somewhat conciliatory grin in her direction. “Don’t worry, your greed is very endearing.”

He can’t see her face anymore, but he can feel the wince even as she laughs. “Oh, fuck off - you need rest, Percy. I’m supposed to look out for you, aren’t I?”

“Well, seeing as I’m not currently possessed-”

Vex sniffs pointedly. “There is a lot of smoke in here.”

He huffs. “I’ll find a good stopping point in an hour or two… maybe...”

There’s a frustrated sound from somewhere above his head, and Vex’s hand drops to the back of his neck. “Bad luck for you that I’ve brought help, then.”

Percy barely hears it, already half sunk back into the repetitive process of melting solder and pressing metal into place - but she pulls his head up, just a little, and-

“Hello, Percival.”

He freezes, a sharp reprimand on his lips, just in time to watch Vax melt from the shadows with a grin entirely too chilling to be pointed at anyone he isn’t trying to kill.

Though, judging from the way he’s flipping a dagger lazily in one hand, maybe death isn’t out of the question. It’s - it’s a lot, now that he’s distracted enough to feel every single ache of a day and a half of tinkering, but he makes the attempt to match that sharpness with some of his own. “Do the two of you really not have anything better to be doing?”

Vax shrugs, smooth and utterly unhurried, and advances. “Oh, normally I’d be quite happy to let you two handle yourselves, but you’re being a dick to my sister and today-”

His eyes gleam with a distinctly predatory look that Percy can’t quite keep himself from twitching away from. “Oh, today - today, I know a secret.”

He and Vex recoil in shocked unison - and oh, if she doesn’t know, that’s so much worse. “A-” Percy hedges, wondering if he can perhaps make a break for the door. “A secret?”

Vax reaches the other side of his workbench, reaching out to pluck the soldering iron from Percy’s hand as he leans in - thankfully he’s got enough sense not to grab it by the smoking end. “Would you like to know what it is?”

Percy’s shoulder hit the back of his chair. His chair hits Vex, boxing him in from behind. Fuck. “Will it matter if I say no?”

Vax - chuckles, low and throaty, his fingers on Percy’s wrist. He feels like a prey animal.

Vex clears her throat overhead. “Come on, Scrawny, please don’t make me watch you flirt.”

Her twin’s grin doesn’t waver one bit. Percy’s running out of danger signals for this situation. “I ran into Pike on my way down here,” Vax starts casually. His middle finger pokes out past his others, another swinging out in front to take a few mincing steps up Percy’s arm. “And, when I told her where I was headed-”

He leans impossibly closer, beaming up for the barest instant over Percy’s head before bearing back down on him. “She told me that, on the very predictable occasion of you being difficult-”

The combination of Pike and difficult and Vax’s extremely poor attempt at capturing their cleric’s saintly brand of frustration triggers a very unfortunate memory. Percy’s eyes widen. “Oh, no.”

He tries to tug his arm away, but it remains pinned with a grip of steel as Vax’s spidering fingers and betrayal press mercilessly on. “Oh, yes. Our dear Pickle told me that someone might be susceptible to a little convincing from the tickle monster-”

He’s not quite sure what happens next, really.

There’s a shout that’s certainly too high pitched to be coming from him, and - he’s trapped in his chair in one moment, and in the next he’s across his workspace, panting as his head whips frantically between a deviously smirking Vex and her evil, terrible brother collapsed into near hysterics on a nearby chair.

“Oh,” Vax squeaks out, “oh, your face, Freddy - Vex, get on his other side, now we have to tickle him-”

Percy looks despairingly at the jars of acids and many, many gently steaming pieces of metal currently strewn across the room. “No,” he insists. “Someone’s going to get hurt, this is undignified - Vax, I can see you, don’t you dare -”

His heart skips a beat as Vax regains his composure and rolls upright with that same teasing grin, starting to round the tables towards him. “You’d better run, Freddy,” he sings. “The tickle monster’s coming!”

He doesn’t have it in him at the moment to be embarrassed of the giddy terror that springs into being high in his chest. “Vex - Vex, darling,” he pleads, backing up until he can keep them both in eyesight, “let’s be reasonable here-”

She’s grinning too, rounding the room in the opposite direction. He sprints for the door.

Two figures lunge in his periphery. He yelps, grabbing blindly for the door handle, as two thin arms wrap around his shoulders - a feather tickles his neck, coaxing a frantic giggling hiccup from his throat - it’s Vex, he’s stronger than Vex, he can get free of her as long as-

Cold hands claw at the back of his shirt, prying their way underneath and around to his sides. “No,” he gasps, fighting back the laughter bubbling in his lungs - it squirms into his muscles instead, turning his arms to jelly. “No, no!-”

A roguish grin weasels its way against his ear. “Got you~”

He makes one last desperate attempt at escape, but the first ghosting touch against the edge of his belly has him thrashing so badly that it’s hardly a struggle for Vex to wrestle him prone on his own workbench. “Hhh - ha! - this - ahhh, hnn - is a violation- oh gohohods-”

“Oh, darling,” Vex purrs, Vax smirking to match beside her, and he thinks he might have to make another deal with a demon to gain any sort of mercy. “You’re listening now, aren’t you?”

“Haahh - yes, yes, just - ahhh!”

Monsters, indeed.

Taking Peter's Suit [Tony/Peter]

A/N: Platonic. Ok now that that’s said, YES good evening. I again had an idea burst into my head like a bomb earlier so I’m just going to do what I shouldn’t do, post an unprompted fic but I just need to get this out of my head. Sorry if it seems rushed, still busy x’D happy Easter!<3

I’ve been holding myself back ever since seeing Spiderman Homecoming and yes that’s been a long time. also I’m this 👌 close to seeing Infinity War, yeii~ btw no April Fool’s prank or smth, unprompted fics are just rare here!^^ 

Summary: My favorite scene of the movie actually but yay let’s ruin it; there’s this beautiful 1:41 cut from this rooftop scene to Peter wearing that NYC shirt so let me just enter a little something in between those. One does not simply take Peter’s suit…. unless it’s Tony Stark 😂.

Word Count: 1900

“I don’t have any other clothes…” Peter felt hopeful for one tiny half of a split second when Tony stared at him, as if this could have changed his mind, but then the reply came:

“Okay we’ll sort that out.” Tony even took a step closer, and Peter held his breath. The firm look the adult was giving him almost confirmed the one thing Peter wasn’t planning on doing before Tony opened his mouth and double-confirmed it.

“Well? Take it off.” Really now? Peter wasn’t sure what to be shocked about more: about Tony Stark telling him to strip here on a rooftop or about Tony’s suit suddenly taking off like that, only to return in less than a minute to drop a huge ass I survived my trip to NYC– shirt beside them. Peter looked at it and held up his index finger as he stammered:

“H-he paid for that right?” Tony gave him this look for even nearly accusing him of stealing a damn T-shirt and he sighed.

“I said take off the suit,” he commanded again. Peter swallowed.

“Not he –”

“Yes, right here.” Peter was starting to feel angry. This man was probably worse than all bad fathers alive. How could he belittle him like that?

“No. We can go down first,” he said. Tony shook his head. 

“No we do this my way. I say take it off. I can look away if you want, but I’m not leaving here without that,” Tony said, poking Peter’s chest, making the teen sniff as he felt the arrogance rise. 

“I’m not taking it off,” Peter said, smiling in disbelief. There was this glint in Tony’s eyes for a split second when he heard that, as well as a brief shadow of a smirk. He looked a little scary like that, but this only provoked the teen even more.  

“Hm. I’m gonna have to strip you if you don’t listen to me right now kid,” Tony said. Peter clenched his fist. They were skyhigh, not like anyone would see him, but he just wasn’t planning on giving up without a fight now.

“Gotta catch me first.” He already regretted it before he even took the first few quick-steps to run away. In his head it all went ten times better: leaping off the edge of the building, putting on his mask and spidermanning outta here. 

But he didn’t get even as far as putting on his mask: two steps later and he smacked face-first straight into some cold hard metal as Tony’s armor a.k.a. Mark 47 stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

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Tumblr lowered the quality BUT I FIGURED IT OUT FINALLY!!! NOW I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FUCKING SCREEN!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

On a different note, I apologize for my hiatus. Long story short, my life was completely turned upside down, so I didn't have a lot of spare time to dedicate to this. This was requested a while ago, and I have since lost the message *again, I'm terribly sorry*. But uh... it's here now, so... yeah.

Sorry and Thank You

Dr. Strange & Peter Parker

A/N: Spoiler warning! Don’t read this if you didn’t see NWH yet, obviously:). I felt like posting a familial Dr. Strange & Peter Parker fic was the thing to do on National Tickle Day!

Summary: In this fic No Way Home has a slightly different ending ー and Dr. Strange has unfinished business with Peter Parker who caused him the biggest stress attack he has felt since Thanos. (Also on Ao3)

Word Count: 2893

Peter just couldn’t believe what happened. He had woken up after having a wild dream where the crazy multiverse incident was still a thing. A dream in which Doctor Strange did not unleash his powers to save him from getting jumped on by countless of Spider-Man knowers from other universes.

He shivered and let out a nervous giggle as he sat up in bed, realizing that in his dream he had even seen multiple copies of himself, looking the exact same way. 

There had also been some crazy villains and even a few Thanoses from other universes where Spider-Man happened to piss the purple guy off.

Peter laughed again. Who knows stuff like that might have happened, if it wasn’t for Dr. Strange, and even Wong, jumping in to save himself and the world. He felt that a proper ‘thank you’ would be in place, but last night was just… so intense.

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ANYWAY THE LEE!VINCE GRIND DOESN'T STOP 💪💪💪 SHOUTOUT TO MY MOOTS ON DISCORD WHO'VE BEEN CONTINUOUSLY SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT HIM HAKGNAOFN

lmao my spidersona just dropped

She is nasty troll and very-very evil but will not harm a bug (just gently tickle it's butt) :D And i want to draw how my spidersona is chilling with someone's spidersona 🥺 Drop your spideys in my askbox with some/any info (even they reaction to "weapons" and look) and i will draw something!! :D

Upd: Lmao also forgot to finish text. If they're not ticklish, then she kick their asses :D so better be ticklish. :]