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I'm Crow (22, M) and this is my tickle fic sideblog!
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Here I'll be posting (and reposting/reblogging) all of my tickle fics for various fandoms - you can find a list of My Fandoms here.
My Fic Masterpost has all of my fanfics listed by fandom, plus links to any writing challenges/events I'm taking part in (next up is TickleTober2024), but I also have an AO3 account if that suits you better.
My most recent fic can be found on the TickleTober Masterlist
Please note - aside from tickletober, requests/prompts are currently closed. Apologies for the inconvenience, burnout's a bitch lmao.
And, if you're looking to request a reader fic, I only write Gender Neutral Readers (just so everyone can enjoy the experience).
If you're over 18 and you want to see all of my random ramblings and tickle thoughts, you can check out my main account at @cantsaythetword
That's it! If all of that tickles (hehe) your fancy, feel free to stick around!
~ A/N - THIS MOVIE IS THE FUCKING CUTEST OMFG and even better that I got to watch it cuddled up with my best friend 🥺
Just a little something something between my two favourite space buddies. ~
Since the day they met, Rocky had been fascinated by Ryland's body (- or more accurately, the human body). It was weirdly vertical, perhaps due to the lack of gravity compared to Erid, and had so many odd eccentricities that complicated it's shape.
One such oddity, was what Ryland called 'ears'.
Rocky had noticed them after Ryland had begun sitting and sleeping near the wall that separeted their ships, and once Rocky became mobile due to the ball he designed he was able to get an even closer look.
Seemingly random curves and hollows surrounded the epicentre, forming an overall lopsided conical shape with a small dangling circle at the base (that still confused Rocky to this day).
However, as often happens in science, one question quickly led to another discovery.
Ryland had been hunched over on the floor, scribbling in a notepad about their most recent attempt at solving the Astrophage problem, and Rocky had been crouched next to him tittering away about everything from their science mission to "Grace writing messy."
After a few moments of Ryland tuning Rocky out, the little rock creature had decided to turn his attention to the side of Ryland's head. Given they were so close, with Ryland practically lying against Rocky's ball, surely it wouldn't be difficult to Rocky to reach out and investigate his ear.
And reach out he did.
Rocky gently pushed his hand against the mesh of his ball towards Ryland, outstretching his claw and making sure his touch would be gentle as to not hurt Ryland. He got closer, and closer, and right as he made contact-
"HUH?!" Ryland flinched, ducking his head backwards into his shoulders and slapping at the air as if some extra-terrestrial mosquito had tried to take a bite out of him.
"Grace hurt?! Question?!" Rocky chirped, jumping back himself and retracting his claw.
Ryland rubbed his ear, a slight red tinge on his face. "No- no... You just... surprised me."
Rocky, relieved, settled back into his ball and let Ryland continue. Given his pressure wasn't enough to hurt Ryland, surely he could try again.
As Rocky's claw touched the shell of Ryland's ear a second time, Ryland stifled a giggle and slapped Rocky's arm away again.
"Rohock don't."
"Why Grace hit Rocky? Question?" Rocky wriggled, mildly disdained. "Grace said touch not hurt."
Ryland blushed further "I- uh- Well it didn't hurt, it's..."
"Rocky going to touch again. Statement." Rocky announced, reaching out through the mesh again.
"Rocky will not!" Grace yelped, swatting at Rocky's claw and dodging his head from side to side.
Rocky persisted. "Why Grace fight?! Question! Rocky want to touch ear! Why Grace not let Rocky touch?! Question! No surprise!"
After a moment of back and forth, Rocky widthdrew his arms and Ryland was able to settle back to his spot and pick up his notebook in peace.
At least, he thought so.
"Rocky touch again. Statement."
Without a moment to lose, Ryland scrambled to his feet. "No! No, Rock you can't!"
"Rocky touch Grace!" Rocky chirped, beginning to chase after Ryland. "Rocky learn about human ears! Rocky do science!"
Ryland giggled as his feet pounded through the Hail Mary. "Rohocky stop it!"
"Grace come back! Come back for science!" Rocky tumbled after him, clanging against the wall of every turn and surprisingly gaining on Ryland. "Rocky learn how to make humans make sounds!"
The hail mary had never been louder, footsteps pounding throughout the ship, metal clanging against metal, Ryland's nervous giggling echoing down the corridors, and Rocky's endless chirps chasing after him.
Ryland felt Rocky hot on his heels, increasing his giggling tenfold.
Rocky chirped in excitement and sped up. "Rocky not even have to touch grace! Rocky make grace make sound anyways!"
"Stohop chasing me then!" Ryland shouted back.
Rocky beeped. "No! Rocky want to find more sound! Rocky want to find why sound!"
With that, Rocky's ball smacked into Ryland from behind, sending the pair of them tumbling to the floor. Ryland, already in a fit of giggles, frantically tried to push Rocky off - but the little rock alien was far too determined in his pursuit of knowledge and rolled himself high onto Ryland's sternum.
"Rohocky Rohocky nonononoNONONO!" Ryland squealed as he watched his friend's claw extend out of the mesh again.
"Grace hurt? Question?" Rocky asked, pausing his attack.
"NOPE!" Ryland answered far too quickly. "Nope I'm fine just let me g-"
"Good! Rocky can continue science."
Ryland panicked, giggles bubbling out of his chest as Rocky reached out for his ear again. His sudden shift in movement made Rocky's ball slip, and Rocky grabbed out for anything to steady himself.
Unfortunately for Ryland, that happened to be his side.
"NONONO ROHOCKY!!!" Ryland squealed, legs curling up and kicking out in the air.
"Oh! New sound! New sound!" Rocky beeped excitedly. "All humans make sounds when squished? Question?"
Ryland shot his hands up to cover his burning face with a giggly groan.
Rocky continued, poking and prodding his claw into the softest parts of Ryland's torso. "Why grace no answer questions? And why Grace face red? Question."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP ROCKY!" Ryland begged, feet drumming on the metal floor.
Rocky decided to investigate further, adjusting his position so he could access Grace's neck. "Why Grace say bad words to Rocky? Rocky doing science! Grace like science! Statement!"
"THIHIHIS ISNT SCIEHEHEHENCE!" Ryland squeaked, shaking his head from side to side.
Rocky jumped up and down in his ball. "Is science! Is science! Rocky experiment with squishing Grace! Rocky find out why!"
Ryland slapped his hands against Rocky's ball in a futile attempt to free himself. "OKOKOK ITS CALLED TICKLING!"
Rocky paused. "New word? Question?"
"Uh..." Ryland stutterred, residual giggles still tmbling out of his mouth. "So, when humans are touched in particular spots, we tend to move away and... laugh."
Rocky seemed to ponder the thought a little. "Oh. Why tickling? Question?"
With another giggle, Ryland continued his explanation. "It's usually considered a social bonding activity, potentially for an evolutionary self defence-"
Seemingly out of nowhere, Rocky vibrated and bounced around excitedly. "TICKLING FOR FRIEND? QUESTION? ROCKY TICKLE GRACE GRACE BE FRIEND !"
Ryland shrieked as the vibrations rumbled through Rocky's ball and into his stomach. "ROHOCKY Rocky we're ahalready friends you don't have to tihihickle me!"
"ROCKY BE MORE FRIEND WITH GRACE GRACE AND ROCKY FRIEND FOREVER ROCKY WANT TO TICKLING GRACE!" Rocky sang, intermitedly interrupted by happy beeps and chirps as he reached his claw out again.
Ryland began sliding his feet on the floor, trying to gain some kind of traction to get away again. "Nonono Rohohcky please!"
But there was no deterring the Eridian, Rocky somehow wormed his claw up under Ryland's arm (evoking a quite embarrasingly high pitched squeal).
"ROHOHOCKY QUIHIHIT IHIHIT!" Ryland begged, clamping his arm over Rocky's claw.
"Grace not want to friend rocky?" Rocky asked as he tickled, moving his claw down Ryland's sides again. "Grace not like rocky anymore? Question?"
Ryland groaned through his laughter, covering his face again. "Nohoho Rocky I do I dohoho I swear, just plehehease let me gohoho!"
So I've reblogged heaps of these lists before and I've made some themed ones (e.g. TickleTober, Christmas, etc) BUT I've never made just a regular one and I feel like it's time so HERE WE GO!
(also I'm putting it under the cut so it's not a gigantic post on people's dashes/blogs ^^)
"I'm coming to gettttt youuuuuu!"
"Not ticklish, huh?"
"Well this is new..."
"Not so quiet any more huh?"
"When I get my hands on you..."
"Just go already!"
"How is it mean if you're having fun?"
"Ooh! Bad spot!"
"Finally, a game I can actually win"
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Stop what? This?"
"Struggle all you want, there's no getting away this time."
"Do you really do this every time you get tickled?"
"I knew you were ticklish... I didn't think it was this bad!"
"Oh you're so screwed"
"Ok that's just adorable"
"What do you mean 'wait'? You asked for this!"
"This really gets to you, huh..."
"What, does it tickle that badly?"
"Relax, it's just tickling!"
"We're meant to be ___!"
"Begging? I thought that was beneath you..."
"I had no idea..."
"Oh please, we both know this is what you wanted all along..."
~ A/N: So it's been a while once again, but I have broken free of writers block thanks to this art by @cloudysfluffs that has inpired this little iron lung fic.
I've only seen the movie once, and it was like a week or two ago, so my timeline of when specific events happen isn't great so forgive me for it not completely fitting canon but oh well, I'm kind of speedrunning the movie into this 😅 and yeah the ending to this is kinda stupid but I thought it was funny. Anyways.
Hope you enjoy!
~
It wasn't the initial splatter of blood dropping onto his forehead that made the hairs on the back of Simon's neck stand on end. Not the reminder of just how small, just how fragile he was in this vast ocean of lost hope. No. It was the odd, nearly fizzing sensation it seemed to buzz into his skin as it evaporated in the heat of the iron lung.
Just another odd thing about this whole situation. Surely it was just the dehydration and mental toll of the situation getting to him.
He brushed it off and pushed forwards towards salvation, reminding himself of just how close he was to his freedom. Just a few more clicks.
Then another few drops fell from the roof above him, sending tingles across the back of his hand and up the base of his fingers.
He shook his hands to rid them of the feeling, like trying to rid himself of some alien pins and needles. The feeling lingered a little longer than he would have liked, burning a question at the back of his mind.
The crackle of the speaker behind him pushed him to ask;
"Hey Ava, has this blood been... tested... on anyone?" He called out over his shoulder.
"Ttested? We've rrun lab diaggnostics to determine it's mmake-up but nnothing on hhumans." Ava's voice glitched out in response. "Wwhy?"
Yeah yeah, 'this is the test'. Simon rolled his eyes before continuing. "It feels kinda-"
He was cut off abruptly by his own voice yelping, as something touched the back of his neck and sent a zap of electricity down the skin of his back.
He slapped his hand over the impact zone, and it returned with a smear of red tingling over his palm.
"Whatt was tthhat?" Ava asked quickly with a moderately panicked tone.
Before Simon could think of an explanation, another few drops spattered onto his neck. He yelped again, mouth instinctively twitching into a smile for the first time in days, as he twitched from side to side.
"Ihit's... ihit's spreadhing..." He grunted, trying to rub the now noticably ticklish sensation off his neck.
"What'ss spreadding?" Ava commanded.
Clearly by this point the integrity of the hull had gone far past its peak, as a large splattering of blood landed on Simon's arms. Simon flung himself up from the console with a shriek, both at the amount of blood and the now rapidly growing tickling sensation running up his arms to his elbows.
"Ava! Whahat is thihis?!" Simon stuttered through stifled laughter, slapping at his forearms (which only seemed to spread the blood further).
"Whhat's what Ssimon?! Tell mme what's ggoing onn!"
Simon gripped the piping on either side of the sub for balance, trying to breathe through the giggles threatening to burst from his chest. "The- the bloohood!"
"It's jjust humaan blood!"
"HUMAN BLOOD DOHOESN'T FUHUCKING TIHICKLE!" Simon shouted through gritted teeth, moving to pull his arms from the pipes.
They didn't budge.
Whatever blood had leaked through the walls had now congealed itself to his hands, trapping him and rapidly slithering itself up his arms.
"What thhe fuck do yyou mean tiickle?"
"AVA! AVAHA!" Simon shrieked at the sight, and managed to get one good gasp of air before the blood reached his underarms. "GNF- FUHUHUCK!"
He could feel it almost crawling down his sides and along his ribs, shooting unbearably ticklish jolts right down to his deepest nerves.
"Simmon wha- goinng on ddo- there??" Ava's voice began to chug as more blood poured into the sub from the speaker.
Simon shook from side to side trying to free himself. "St-stohohop! That tihihickles!"
"Oh Siiiimon~" Ava's- wait, no. Not Ava. The voice from before. The... That thing.
Surely it wasn't doing this to him on purpose?
"Does my touch tickle Simon?" It asked.
You've got to be kidding. Simon thought to himself through his hysteria. There's no way the thing down here is a fucking tickle monster.
Oh well, at least maybe there was a way out alive.
Okay but Clark realizing Bruce is holding his arm funny. And Bruce grudgingly admitting he thinks he pulled a muscle. And Clark offering to help him out because wow he can SEE the knot with his xray vision (is this how pulled muscles work? Idk I'm not a doctor I'm just a simple fic writer that doesn't write) and then proceeding to do this?? Anyone?? Does anyone wanna write this? Please? For a sad old lady? (I am neither sad or old. Just manipulative.)
Fic Descript - Seriously, how long did Bruce think he could hide a pulled muscle from Clark?
~A/N - so it's been a a while 😅😅
As usual, uni has burnt me tf out so all my creative juices, executive functioning, motivation, etc. has completely diminished.
But now that semester is over (with little success but that's another story) I'm trying to ease my way back in to learning/doing things for enjoyment.
Starting with this little fic idea from @fickle-tiction, I LOVE this video so much it's so cute and when I saw their idea for superbat I kinda had to save it for when I started writing again.
So yeah, apologies if this is kinda shit this is my first attempt at creating something since my last fic lmao.
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher
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Anyone who's ever pulled a muscle before knows how stupidly inconvenient it makes every movement become. And, consequently, how hard it is to hide that you've injured yourself in the first place.
Yet, Bruce was still determined to try.
He knew his left shoulder was sat at an oddly high angle to anyone who looked at him for longer than half a second. He knew his normally rigid-straight posture was replaced with some shrimp-like mimic. But none of that deterred him.
Clark could not find out.
The plan was simple. Head down, avoid any form of eye contact, march through the hallway into his and Clark's room and lie down on the bed where he would knock himself out with enough ibuprofen to numb an elephant's trunk. It was perect.
Until he opened the door and came face to face with the singular person he was aiming to avoid.
"What have you done?" Clark asked, with a tone like Bruce was a puppy who had just been kicked.
Bruce jumped, wincing slightly at his own sudden movement sent a shooting pain down his arm. "Nothing." He grumbled.
Clark tilted his head, deciding it was his turn to act like a puppy. "Why don't you want to tell me?"
God how did Clark know exactly how to guilt trip him into spilling whatever ailed him.
Bruce sighed. "It's nothing, I just pulled a muscle. I'm fine."
The silence between the two spoke more words than Clark needed, as Superman gave his best attempt at a disappointed mother look.
"I'm fine."
Clark scoffed a little. "Bruce, I don't need my X-Ray Vision to see the massive knot that's bothering you. Come on."
He turned and began to walk the exact route Bruce had originally planned before he was jumped at the doorway with his partner's never-ending care and worry.
"That's not how X-Rays work." Bruce sniped after him, begrudgingly following the superman towards the bedroom.
Bruce lay face-up on the bed, eyes closed in silent protest to Clark making a fuss over something that's really not a big deal.
"So, if it's your chest and underarm that's giving you issues," Clark began, lifting Bruce's arm above the man's head slowly and placing it on the mattress above him. "It's probably the side of your pec that's unhappy."
Bruce grunted some noise of agreement, still thinking the whole idea was stupid.
That was until Clark propped his fingers into position, ready to massage Bruce's troubles away. With his thumb placed right onto the side of Bruce's pec, and his fingers rested inside Bruce's armpit like a vertical crab claw, Bruce had the heart-dropping realisation that this was about to really fucking tickle.
"Clahark wait wait wait wait-" Bruce squirmed, breathy giggles patterning his speech as he tried to pull his arm down protectively.
The man in question grinned, pinning Bruce's hand back up where it started. "Oh, now I see why you didn't want me to help."
Bruce whined, flopping his free arm across his blushing face. "Shut up."
Clark didn't reply, he just squeezed.
Bruce inhaled sharper than he ever had before, legs kicking the bed underneath him. His erratic breathing as if he were in labor did nothing to help his bright red, scrunched up face.
"CLAHARK!" Bruce half-squeaked, slapping at whatever part of his partner he could reach, before breaking into breathy giggles. "I can't!"
Clark laughed, easing up the tickly massage. "You agreed to this!"
"i thought id be all stoic." Bruce half-gasped, half-tittered.
fic descript: Basically plotless banter and tickles lmao. Eddie and Steve teasing each other before Steve starts tickling the shit out of Eddie - and doesn't stop until Eddie admits he's having fun.
~A/N - Happy Squealing Santa everybody!!!
This year I will be gifting a fic to the wonderful @theoncelee , who requested a Stranger Things fic with Steve and Eddie :D
I hope you've all had a wonderful festive season, and are looking after yourselves as well as the ones you love <333
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @theoncelee
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"Are you even listening?" Eddie asked Steve, interrupting his own monologue explaining his latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign idea in excruciating detail.
The pair had been sitting on Eddie's bed for the last half hour, exchanging their Christmas gifts and catching up on what each other had been up to in the few days since they had last had the chance to see each other. Both had families who demanded their full attendance for whatever Christmas activities were planned, and so the boys had to settle for a very belated celebration with each other.
Steve - who admittedly had been focusing more on Eddie than what Eddie was saying for the last few minutes - pulled an interested face before nodding. "Of course."
"Oh yeah?" Eddie raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you gather from the last encounter I just explained."
Steve grinned. "That you're cute when you're nerdy."
Eddie groaned. "Shut up you dork! At least I have something I've worked on for years that isn't attached to my scalp."
"Hey!" Steve jabbed his partner in the ribs, earning a yelp. "I happened to have many things i like doing."
Eddie scoffed playfully, "Oh yeah? Name something you like doing."
Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a suggestive look, eyeing Eddie up and down.
"Oh my god." Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh, leaning backwards onto his elbows. "You're such a dork!"
The moment the taunt left Eddie's lips, Steve leapt from his seated position to almost completely looming over his boyfriend. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Eddie's ribs, legs putting just enough pressure on Eddie's left thigh to add a slight sense of entrapment.
"Say that again." Steve growled, a smirk on his face.
Eddie smirked right back. "Say what? That you're a dork?"
"One. More. Time." Steve continued, poking Eddie in the ribs with each word.
"Steheve!" Eddie yelped, immediately going slightly pink at the cheeks. "Quihit it!"
Satisfied, Steve leant backwards into a kneeling position.
With the newfound freedom for his upper body, Eddie regained some of his attitude, whispering a single "dork" under his breath.
"Right, you asked for it!" Steve grinned, launching himself on top of Eddie's hips and raising his hands into claws.
"STEVE NONONONO WAHAIT!" Eddie squealed, attempting to intercept Steve's hands as they descended onto his stupidly ticklish sides.
Luck was not on Eddie's side that day, but Steve's fingers certainly were. The man was playing Eddie's ribs like a bass guitar, skillfully finding each ticklish gap between the bones to elicit the most authentic, uncontrollable, giggly laughter from his boyfriend.
"Huh," Steve commented above the sound of Eddie's hysteria. "I guess this is another thing I enjoy doing!"
"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Eddie whined, his hands moving from batting half-heartedly at Steve's to covering his face.
"Aaaaand." Steve vibrated all ten fingers as he spoke. "I know you enjoy this too."
'WHAHAT?!" Eddie cackled, unable to tell whether he was more red from the tickling or the commentary.
Steve lessened the intensity of his attack briefly, letting his fingers delicately trace over the bare skin on Eddie's lower stomach that had been revealed in the tussle. "Oh please, you knew exactly what was coming, yet you didn't even try to escape."
Eddie's hands were practically super-glued to his face at this point, soft giggles escaping through the gaps in his fingers.
"And if this is your attempt at fighting back Eddie," Steve gestured to his partner's body language. "I'm a little concerned."
"Oh fuck off." Eddie giggled, lightly slapping Steve's leg.
Steve leant closer, pressing a kiss to Eddie's neck (and making him squeak in surprise as he scrunched up). "Not until you admit it!"
Before Eddie could protest, Steve latched onto Eddie's hip bones and began massaging his thumbs in small circles around the joint. And, just to add insult to injury, he continued peppering small kisses into Eddie's neck.
"IHI DOHOHON'T!" Eddie squeaked, goosebumps shooting down his back every time Steve's lips made contact with his ridiculously ticklish skin.
"Eddie~" Steve sang. "I know you're just refusing so I tickle you longer."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"
"You're not even denying it!"
"STEHEHEVE!"
"Just admit it!" Steve grinned, suddenly shooting his hands under Eddie's armpits and wriggling his thumbs into the centre. "I promise I'll keep going!"
"OKAHAYOKAHAHAYOKAHAY FIHIHIHINE!" Eddie screeched.
Steve paused, his hands frozen under Eddie's arms.
"THIS IS FUHUN! This is greheat! Just plehease move sohomewhere ehelse I cahan't..."
Steve chuckled, tugging his hands out and resting them on Eddie's chest. "You holding up ok?"
Eddie threw his arm over his face again, nestling into the crook of his elbow, and nodded.
Fic Descript - Nowhere in their diaries does it mention at what point River finds out the Doctor is ticklish. Unfortunately for him, he assumes she already knows.
~A/N - Once again, blame @carrie-tate for my Doctor Who resurgence (like look at this and tell me it doesn't fill your heart with joy)
And you can also blame her for a specific line in this fic that she created (and tagged me in which was super cool sdfjkhasfjklh) cause it's GENIUS
Not a super long fic but I actually really love the entire concept for this one hehe, so I hope you all do too.
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher
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TickleTober Masterpost
"Running off again?" River called out, as The Doctor pushed open the door to his TARDIS.
The Doctor turned to lean against the doorframe, flashing her a small grin. "Thought you'd expect that by now, you know me."
"I do." She smiled, moving closer so they were mere inches apart. "More than you think."
River pressed a kiss just under the side his jaw, expecting nothing more than a smirk in response before her partner would whisk himself away in his incredible blue box.
But her prediction couldn't have been further from reality, as The Doctor giggled and scrunched his shoulder up between them - making her half-jump away in surprise. River gave him a innocently puzzled look, smiling slightly in endearment at the noise he had made.
"Shut up." He blushed, refusing to meet her gaze.
River laughed, moving herself into his field of vision. "What was that?"
With a groan, The Doctor's face flushed further. "You know what that was!"
River paused, genuinely trying to come up with some recollection of what the last few seconds could possibly have been caused by. "I don't-."
"Oh-... Um- In that case-" The Doctor began to backpedal, but his reaction was only quick enough to realise his incorrect assumption had just landed him in deep trouble.
"Wait..." River smirked, catching on at the perfect time to put 2 and 2 together. "Are you ticklish?"
There it was.
The Doctor broke into a rare, nervous smile. "Uh... No...?" He stated with an unconvincingly low level of confidence.
"Is that so?" She smirked.
"Um-"
"Remind me, what's the first rule of travelling with The Doctor?" River asked innocently, sliding her hand around his torso and casually poising her fingers against each of his lower ribs.
"River!" He squeaked, his hands fumbling over themselves. "I'm not-! You don't-! It's not-!"
River closed what little distance remained between their faces, so once again her lips brushed against his neck. "The Doctor lies."
His shoulders scrunched up, though this time The Doctor put far more effort into resisting any hint of a smile spreading across his face - he was practically vibrating with effort. River slowly traced her fingers over his ribs, relishing in every jump and reluctant snicker that managed to sneak through the cracks in the Doctor's resolve.
"What a rare sight..." She teased, beginning to softly claw her hands over his sides. "The Doctor, left speechless... I never thought I'd see the day."
"RIVER!" He yelped, twisting away from her.
Unfortunately for him, that only led to River wrapping her arms around his waist and fluttering her fingers over his stomach.
Every time her hands touched down it seemed worse than the last time, and so it didn't take long for the Doctor to burst into helpless giggles. It was like she naturally gravitated to each of the most ticklish areas on his body, hitting each spot like clockwork and tearing the poor Time Lord apart.
"Still sure you're not ticklish?" She half-shouted above his laughter.
When he didn't respond, she decided to move her hands down to latch onto his hips.
"NO RIHIVER YOU KNOHOW I CAHAN'T!" He cackled, desperately trying to push her hands off of him.
"What, have we done this before?" She chuckled as her fingers drilled into the sensitive bones.
"SHUHUT UHUP!" The doctor cackled, trying to twist out of her arms.
"Oh Sweetie," She cooed sympathetically, hooking under his arms and moving her fingers up to twirl around his neck and ears. "Does it tickle?"
He curled his shoulders up with a giggle, sinking into her embrace. Although it still tickled like hell, he appreciated the break from his far more ticklish upper body, and at this point was too tired to fight back.
Thankfully, River also seemed to sense his complete exhaustion, and so it didn't take long for her to finally let him free. They both sunk to the floor, with The Doctor lying exhausted in her lap.
"There's no way that was your first time." The Doctor panted, a smile still stuck on his face.
River laughed gently. "And why's that?"
He shot her a glare. "You figured out I was ticklish ridiculously quickly, and then you knew exactly where to tickle me every single time."
She shrugged, but couldn't help the grin sneaking onto her face. "Maybe you're just easy to read."
He rolled his eyes and sat up. "Did you know I was ticklish or not?"
(2023) TickleTober Day 8: Alien - More Human Than You Think
Fic Descript - The Doctor maintains that being tickling is a strictly human thing. While Rory is quick to accept it, Amy knows him too well.
~A/N - BLAME @carrie-tate FOR THIS HER 11TH DOCTOR ART HAS REIGNITED MY LOVE OF THIS TRIO AND INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS FIC (ngl heavily based on this art)
These guys were my first introduction to doctor who when I was like 8 so they are very very important to me I love them, so hopefully I write this well ^^
(also feel it's important for everyone to know that I watched this wonderful montage the whole time I was writing it lmao)
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher
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TickleTober Masterpost
"I keep thinking I'm used to you." Rory said with a light chuckle.
The Doctor popped up from where he was working. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked with a scrunched face, wielding a modified hair dryer and what looked like washing machine tablets.
Clearly the irony was lost on him.
The TARDIS needed a little TLC (in the Doctor's words), and so the team had taken the rare opportunity of peacefully floating through space to get some adjustments done. The Doctor was banging and tinkering at the console, Rory was watching, and Amy had gone to take a shower (because apparently she had no desire to listen to the Doctor's consistent yapping as he worked).
"Well, I've been here for long enough to feel like I know you." Rory explained. "But then you go do something... odd... And it's like the first day I met you all over again."
"Are you forgetting Rory," The Doctor half-shouted over the whirring of the hair dryer. "I'm an over 900 year old Time Lord from another planet, of course I'm odd. The best people are."
Rory softly tilted his head, taking a moment to fully appreciate that perhaps it was the overall circumstance that was weird rather than the person in front of him, before circling around the console closer to his friend.
"That looks better." The Doctor sat upright and clicked off his tool, turning to face Rory. "What do you think? After this I've just got a few more tweaks and we can be off again."
"You look human though." Rory continued from his previous train of thought. "You eat human food, you dress in human clothes, surely you aren't completely Alien."
"I'm just as Alien to you as you are to me." The Doctor chirped, scurrying over to the next stage in his TARDIS-repair plan.
As he moved, however, he failed to realise the space (or lack thereof) between his head and the edge of the console. He let out a tight-lipped groan as he rubbed the impact site on the top of his forehead.
"And you feel pain like us." Rory added, jumping to add the spontaneous example that would back up his point to the list.
The Doctor shot him an agitated look. "Don't they teach you bedside manner at your nursing job? I near enough break my skull and all you do is point out that we both feel pain? Most beings do!"
Rory, ignoring the Doctor's initial complaining and instead focusing on his last statement, nodded in contemplation. "I suppose they do..."
"I sUpPoSe tHeY- ugh..." The Doctor rolled his eyes, accepting that he wasn't getting any sympathy from the usually most sympathetic person on the TARDIS. "Any other questions? Or can I get back to doing something important."
"Hmm..." Rory scratched the back of his head. "Are you ticklish or anything?"
The Doctor froze momentarily, before jumping to his feet with a spin and a smile. "Nope, that's unique to you humans."
Rory gave him a doubtful but unsure look.
"Honestly, if anything you lot are the weird ones with your... hyperactive nervous systems... and... involuntary laughter responses..." The Doctor rambled, but his flow was a little more disjointed than usual.
"I guess so..." Rory nodded, but he still couldn't shake the memory of the Doctor's odd reaction.
But, there was little time to think about it.
"Has he bored you to death yet?" Amy said with a grin from the stairway.
"Hey!" The Doctor complained as Rory laughed. "I'm the most quality entertainment out there."
Rory opened his arm for Amy to tuck herself under it. "The Doctor was just telling me how weird we humans are."
Amy gave him a look. "You're one to talk Mr Bow-Tie."
The Doctor tugged on the aforementioned accessory. "Bow ties are-."
"Bow ties are cool, right." She finished for him, rolling her eyes. "My point still stands, how exactly are we the weird ones?"
As Rory opened his mouth, the Doctor jumped in first. "Well, weird might be a strong word. Humanity is wonderful and beautiful and terrible and strange and-"
"We're ticklish." Rory interrupted. "But that was the only example he could give me so I'm not sure I-"
"Oh you're not ticklish, Doctor?" Amy asked halfway through Rory's statement, but something in her grin made The Doctor suspect she knew the answer already.
"Uh..." The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Well I... Well..."
"He said it was just a human thing." Rory offered a response, oblivious to the rising tension surrounding the Doctor.
"Is it now?" Amy took a few steps closer to the Time Lord, her face trying to seem innocent and confused. "Just humans?"
The Doctor stumbled backwards, his hands fumbling over themselves. "Well, perhaps sometimes... some Time Lords may... may be a little more uh... susceptible to uh... to things like that."
Amy continued her devastatingly slow pursuit around the console of the TARDIS, leaving Rory on the opposite side. "And would you be one of them?"
Rory finally caught on as the Doctor backed up towards him. "Wait you lied to me?!"
"Rory it was nothing personal I just-" The Doctor babbled nervously, his hands now forming a semi-protective barrier between him and his pursuer.
Amy made eye contact with her husband, that evil grin still plastered on her face. "Rory, how do we feel about liars?"
Without a word, Rory stepped behind the Doctor and hooked his arms under the Doctor's shoulders.
"Waitwaitwaitwait no!" The Doctor shrieked, wriggling in Rory's hold. "Plehease!"
"Huh..." Amy paused, an inquisitive look on her face. "Humans normally wait for the tickling to start before we start laughing... Is that a Time Lord thing too?"
The Doctor whined. "Yohou know that's not truhue!"
Rory chuckled from behind. "You're not really in a position to talk about truth right now."
The Doctor was about to argue when Amy lunged, lightly scribbling her fingernails all over the poor Doctor's torso. He inhaled sharply, the effort of containing his reactions forcing out squeaking noises.
"Seems pretty ticklish to me." Rory commented, struggling with the sudden responsibility of keeping the Doctor upright.
Amy smirked, pausing her attack. "Oh, I don't know... He's not laughing anymore, maybe he was right..."
"I'm-" The Doctor panted out. "Always... right-"
Before he even had the chance to finish there were ten fingers digging under his armpits.
His eagerness to jump at the opportunity to talk after being unable to for the last ten seconds was exactly what Amy was counting on, and the sudden unexpected attack brought out a shriek of helpless cackles from the poor Doctor.
With a grin, Amy looked up at her husband. "Now this is what I'd call ticklish."
"OHOKAY FINE FINE FIHIHINE!" The Doctor yelped in between giggles. "I'M TICKLIHISH! JUST LET ME GOHOHO!"
Rory and Amy locked eyes, smirking.
"What do you think Rory?" Amy asked, letting her fingers skitter up and down the Doctor's bony ribcage. "Have we proved our point?"
Rory hummed in thought, drawing out his response to mess with the Time Lord as long as humanly possible. "I might be convinced, but he still hasn't apologised for lying..."
"I DIHIDN'T HAVE A CHOHOHOICE!!!"
Switching to drilling her thumbs into the Doctor's hip bones in response to his claim, Amy gave him a fake-confused look. "That doesn't sound like an apology."
Rory laughed, while the Doctor scrambled to put together something that sounded like speech through his laughter. "FIHIHINE OKAHAY I'M SOHOHORRY!"
Amy withdrew her fingers as Rory guided the Doctor to the floor, letting him rest his head on Rory's leg.
"I think you're more human than you think." Rory chuckled, patting the Doctor's shoulder.
"Right." The Doctor glared up at him, but there was a hint of softness behind his eyes. "Can we go now?"
Fic Descript - Sleeping in an old creaky house is a nightmare for Alex. Thankfully Henry knows exactly how to help his partner drift off. Literally just fluffy sleepy tkls lmao.
~A/N - 👏 I 👏 AM 👏 SUPER 👏 BURNT 👏 OUT 👏 SO 👏 HERE'S 👏 A 👏 SHORT 👏 FIC 👏 FOR 👏 TODAY👏
Apologies, it's late af and I am NOT doing well for tickletober but hopefully you guys find this idea as cute as I did
- Enoy! ~
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Alex hadn't slept in days.
Ok that might have been a bit of an overstatement. But laying in bed night after night, on the edge of consciousness, right about to drift off, only to be snapped back to reality by the walls and floors moving around him was enough to drive anyone mad.
No amount of tossing and turning could help. It didn't matter what position, or how many pillows Alex was in, he had no luck with Mr Sandman.
The only silver lining? All his wriggling didn't seem to bother Henry. Alex swore that man could sleep through an air raid siren.
Tonight, though, he was proven wrong.
After one too many groans from the house, it was Alex's turn. He let out a frustrated exhale, which happened to come out a little louder than he intended.
"Alex?" A muffled murmur piped up from the other side of the blankets.
Shit.
"I'm fine baby, go back to sleep." Alex whispered, though evidently it came out more grumbly than he thought, as Henry turned to face him.
"What's the matter love?" Henry said, his voice sounding much more conscious this time.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Henry sat upright, not taking that for an answer. "Too hot? Too cold? Can't sleep?"
Alex sighed, too tired to continue denying it, and curled up under Henry's now outstretched arm. "This house is old."
Henry gently laughed. "Your intelligence never ceases to impress me."
"It keeps moving, and that keeps me awake." Alex huffed, accidentally blowing his hair upwards for a moment, making it fall over his eyes.
Without missing a beat, henry combed his fingers through the stray strands.
Alex hummed contently at the sensation. "That's nice."
"You always like it when i do this." Henry smiled, repeating the motion.
At a second hum from his boyfriend, Henry continued folding his fingers through Alex's hair, letting them flutter occasionally against his lover's ears just to hear the soft giggle that accompanied it. Henry's fingers cascaded down Alex's neck after a while, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them, before they circled round Alex's shoulder to rest against his sides.
"Still comfortable?" Henry double checked, knowing the last thing Alex needed was for the tickling to be too intense and wake him up.
Alex gave two content noises in affirmation, nestling his face further into his boyfriend.
Henry's fingertips trailed against Alex's ribs as he slowly closed and opened his hand, letting his detailed knowledge of Alex's body guide his movements away from any spots that were too sensitive for the purposes of this moment.
The occasional giggly shiver eventually transitioned to light snoring, as Alex finally drifted off into what would be possibly the best nights sleep he'd ever had.
Fic Descript - Bruce and Diana claim Clark doesn't have a wicked bone in his body, so he proves them otherwise
~A/N - this was one of those fics that I wasn't 100% sure where to take it, so I kinda pulled this concept out of my ass lmao. Hope it's alright ^^
EDIT: ACTUALLY I LIED I MANAGED TO LINK IT TO A CONCEPT I'VE HAD FOR A WHILE I THINK IT'S OK NOW
Once again, short fic for today :)
EDIT: dsfjhakjslfh that was a lie this is just over 1k
- Enoy! ~
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"For the Man of Steel, you really are such a softie." Bruce hummed, leaning against Clark's left shoulder and closing his eyes. Diana let out a soft chuckle from Clark's other side in agreement.
Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman had just finished a ridiculously busy day - filled with PR conferences, charity work, various patrols, and a few mild interventions on the city streets - so the trio were grateful to finally get a chance to relax together.
"What do you mean softie?" Clark raised an eyebrow. "I'm not soft."
Diana responded before Bruce had the chance to argue. "Not soft, but you're definitely the nicest of us all."
"Too nice." Bruce added with a grin, beginning to feel the irresistible temptation of annoying Clark.
Doing his best not to disturb the comfortable positions of his partners, Clark sat further upright (as if his body position would strengthen his argument). "I can be mean!"
That earnt a proper laugh from Diana. "Please, you don't have a wicked bone in your body."
There was a pause as a smirk settled on Clark's face. "Oh is that right?"
Diana was switched on enough to sense the change in Clark's tone, and tried to swiftly push herself off her human headrest, but Clark was too quick. He grabbed around her waist and tugged her underneath him, before pulling the slightly-sleepy Bruce next to her.
"Huh-?" Bruce yelped as Clark say across both his and Diana's hips.
"I know how I can prove how wicked I can really be." Clark smirked, before clawing into the ribs of the two superheroes under him.
Diana gasped, clenching her mouth shut so Clark wouldn't get the satisfaction of cracking her that easily. Both of her hands worked to pry Clark's five fingers from her side - a task that would normally be easy, but with tickling near enough halved her strength - before concentrating on defending her sensitive spots from the attack.
She had managed to interlock the fingers of one hand with Clark's, while the other gripped his wrist to push him away. While his hand didn't move much, her defense gave her enough respite to remember she had a fellow ally lying next to her.
"Bruce!" She grunted, unable to look anywhere but Clark's threatening fingers. "I've got his hand! Just grab the other!"
But, before she had even finished her sentence, she suddenly registered the bubbly laughter that had filled the room for who knows how long. And, in a moment of poor decision making, she let her eyes and her attention turn to Bruce.
The poor hero was curled up facing away from Diana, giggling his little heart out. There was barely space in his breath for him to beg Clark to let him go (and to be completely honest, based on the genuine joy in his laughter, Diana wasn't sure he even wanted to try).
Before she had the chance to roll her eyes at his uselessness, Clark escaped her (now weakened) grip and latched his thumb into her hip bone behind him.
Diana let out a shriek, her arms switching between trying to grab Clark's hand again and thumping into his upper abdomen.
"BRUHUHUCE!" She spluttered between bouts of laughter. "DO SOHOMETHING!"
"He is doing something." Clark beamed. "He's experiencing how wicked I can be."
Bruce could only cackle in response as Clark managed to worm his fingers into the man's armpit.
"And laughing..." Clark nodded seriously. "That's important too."
"YOHOU'RE UHUSELESS!" Diana elbowed the Batman, letting herself laugh a little more to make sure Bruce knew she was mostly joking.
Clark chuckled. "And...? what am I?"
Diana slapped his leg. "A JEHEHERK!"
She couldn't quite tell, but it sounded like Bruce laughed a little extra at that comment.
"Ow." Clark pouted. "That wasn't quite the response I was looking for..."
Leaving them no time for a witty retort or more helpless laughter (from Diana or Bruce respectively), Clark amped the intensity. Opting to vibrate his claw-shaped hands at an inhuman speed against Diana's stomach and Bruce's exposed back (as the poor guy had been locked in a fetal position since they started).
Bruce screeched, his back arched as far as humanly possible from the offending fingers.
"FIHIHINE YOHOU'RE EHEVIL!" Diana squealed, and at the same time a stream of incoherent begging and pleading burst from Bruce's mouth.
He tried to twist back towards his companions, hands reaching behind himself to try and grab the claw that was driving him insane.
"Mmm..." Clark pondered, still effortlessly destroying the two supers. "Not quite the wording I used."
"WIHIHICKEHED! YOUOHOU'RE WIHICKED JUST LET ME GOHOHO!" She pleaded through cackles as her hands weakly shoved at Clark's.
Bruce had returned to his original position, this time clinging onto Clark's leg as if it were his own sanity.
"Told you." Clark grinned, easily releasing Diana while keeping Bruce underneath him.
Wonder Woman took her moment to sprawl out on the floor and suck in as much oxygen as possible. Her cheeks were still frosted with a rosy glow, aching from the last few minutes of laughter.
Somehow amongst the chaos, Bruce realised Diana was free. As Clark took a little pity on the guy and swapped spots again to target his neck, Bruce took his chance.
"Diahana hehelp mehe!" Bruce gasped between squeaks and high-pitched giggles.
She scoffed playfully. "You never helped me!"
Bruce squealed as Clark went for his ears momentarily. "I cohohouldn't!"
"You could have tried..." She fake-sighed, gazing into the distance. "Besides, you know what you have to do to make him stop, seems to me you don't want him to."
The laughter-induced blush on Bruce's face took on a more pinkish tone of embarrassment, made even worse by Clark leaning down and rubbing his stubble against Bruce's neck.
"Oh, are we having too much fun?" Clark growled right into Bruce's ear, knowing the low vibrations tickled the billionaire more than he'd ever care to admit.
"Clahark plehehease!" Bruce whined, scrunching his head against Superman's. "Just lehet me go!"
"I guess there's no other option at this point, if you're going to refuse that strongly..." Clark sighed, leaning back upright and letting his hands rest on his knees.
Bruce gave him a puzzled look. Did Clark seriously just give in?
The pleading wasn't meant to work that quickly... Bruce thought to himself, too tired to catch the disappointment that was washing over his face.
Clark's tickle attacks never stop that easily...
How was he meant to know it would this time?
"Diana?" Clark grinned, gesturing to Bruce (and snapping the man out of his thoughts). "Care to help me out?"
