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ler!Grace and lee!Rocky

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Repaying Debt

A/N: i recently watched Project Hail Mary for the first time and it has since consumed my entire brain. i noticed there is a small lack of ticklish Rocky in the community, so i shall create my own!! so sorry for my half-year-long hiatus, again… i might disappear again after writing this, who knows lmao. either way, enjoy!!

Summary: Grace insists on looking at Rocky’s wounds when Rocky wakes up from his slumber, despite the fact that he insists they’re healed now. Grace’s inspection leads to a new discovery about his alien friend.

this is a sfw tickle fic and includes spoilers for Project Hail Mary. if you don’t like any of it, don’t read it. 🫶

Grace felt so guilty.

He was currently sitting at one of several workstations aboard the Hail Mary, observing the newly-discovered Taumoeba as he introduced them to different elements (making sure his plan was airtight, and all of that), when he looked over at his alien companion who was on the floor next to him.

Rocky was within his xenonite ball, currently fabricating what looked to be another suit—though this one looked more intricate than the ball Rocky was currently confined to, and it looked nearly done. Grace wasn’t looking at his suit, though. His eyes were drawn to the silver marks that now were strewn about Rocky’s body. He assumed they were something like fresh scars, or maybe scabs, considering he’d seen the silver stuff on the floor where Rocky had dragged himself back to his suit after bringing Grace to safety.

Grace felt absolutely terrible. His only friend had risked his life to save him, and now he had wounds all over his body… Grace couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault. Surely there was something he could do to repay Rocky for it, but… how could someone repay such a massive debt?

Between being lost in thought and making sure his Taumoeba didn’t die, Rocky had already finished up his work and dashed off into another room with loud clangs of his xenonite ball.

Grace gave a soft chuckle, turning back toward his work for a few minutes, trying to keep his mind off the guilt he felt.

Only a short while later, Rocky returned, now wearing the new suit he’d fabricated. He stomped his feet to get Grace’s attention, his translated voice coming through the laptop nearby.

“Grace, look! Rocky make new suit! Much more flexible! Can walk normal now!”

Grace looked over, surprised at what he saw. Rocky’s body was covered in xenonite plating as opposed to the entire thing being confined to a ball, with a dedicated space for Rocky’s body and each respective leg. He could stand and walk properly, as opposed to rolling around like a hamster.

“Wow… that’s impressive, bud. What gave you that idea?” Grace said, leaning forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Rocky wanted more dexterity. More control. Better mobility. And easier to grab Grace.”

Grace immediately felt his guilt punch him in the gut once again. Rocky fabricated an entirely new suit with him in mind? To be able to get to him more easily if he needed help?

The scientist sighed, getting down on the floor to sit and be next to Rocky.

“That’s really sweet of you, Rock. But… god, I feel awful. Here, can you at least let me look at your wounds, now that I can? With your new suit?”

Rocky shifted, as though confused by Grace’s words.

“Why Grace want to, question? Rocky no longer hurt. They no hurt no more.”

Grace rubbed at his temples, underneath his glasses. Of course not. Rocky probably healed up while he was in his deep slumber—that was probably why he’d slept for so long, Grace thought. Duh.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. He felt like he owed himself to Rocky, now.

“Okay, well… even if they are healed, will you just let me make sure? I feel horrible.” Grace said, letting out a sigh, scratching at the back of his neck. He hoped his friend wouldn’t be as stubborn about this as he was other things.

Rocky tilted his body to one side in response. “If Grace want to so bad,” he said, relenting mostly because he heard the distress in Grace’s voice. “Grace no feel horrible. Rocky watch crew die. Rocky not want to watch Grace die. Rocky fix.”

Grace squeezed his eyes shut. Rocky had a knack for making him teary-eyed.

“Just get over here.”

Rocky clambered over, into Grace’s lap, and folded the bottom halves of his legs underneath him. Grace sat criss-cross around Rocky’s body, leaning forward to inspect the silvery marks he could see on the top of Rocky’s carapace. He still wasn’t entirely sure what his friend’s blood was made of—based on the fact that it was so silver and shiny, he guessed that it was liquid mercury. As if Rocky’s species couldn’t get any more dangerous to humans.

Grace gently ran his fingers over Rocky’s xenonite suit, where the most prominent wound was. Half of it was on top of Rocky’s body, near his vents, and the other half was on the side, near the joint where one of his legs connected to his carapace.

Based on the solidity of Rocky’s body around the wound, Rocky’s earlier statement was correct—his wounds had already healed, they just hadn’t faded away yet. To see it tangibly made Grace feel the slightest bit better.

Driven more by curiosity than remorse now, Grace gently laced his fingers around the joint where Rocky’s leg met his body, moving his leg cautiously to one side to get a better look at the scar. To his surprise, Rocky reacted in a way he’d never seen before.

Rocky jumped a little when Grace pressed his fingertips into the joint, making a high-pitched musical noise that the translator wasn’t able to pick up—if Rocky had said something, it was something Grace hadn’t entered into the translator yet.

“What’s wrong?” Grace said, mildly alarmed. He pulled his hands back, letting them hover in midair while he tried to assess what happened. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

Rocky settled back into his lap after a moment or two. “No hurt. Funny feeling. Need word.”

Grace’s brows lifted. It wasn’t too often now that Rocky needed a new word for something.

“Okay. What word do you need, bud?” He asked, reaching over to grab his laptop and preparing to type.

“Feeling that… make Eridians laugh. Jump. Feels funny.”

Grace blinked, slowly trying to process what Rocky was describing. It took a minute before it finally dawned on him, and he took a second to enter the new word into the translator.

“Oh my god, Rock. You’re ticklish?”

Rocky didn’t seem surprised by Grace’s revelation. “Yes. Most Eridians ticklish.”

Grace, on the contrary, was very surprised by this news. He hadn’t expected a species like Rocky’s to have the same reflexive responses that humans did—their entire bodies were made of hard rock, after all. He didn’t even see a logical reason for why Eridians might have evolved to have such a reflex.

“I mean… wow. Do you know why? Y’know, humans are ticklish, too, where we have vital organs or other places that are vulnerable to attack… but you’re… rock.”

Rocky held up one leg then, moving it back and forth and bending the middle joint as well.

“Eridians ticklish where joints are. Most vulnerable. Small bad things can enter.”

Grace blinked. Small bad things. “Like parasites?”

Rocky ‘nodded’ his carapace, making an affirmative chirping noise.

Grace made an intrigued sound, leaning forward again to look at Rocky’s joints more closely. It made sense, he supposed—they were both ticklish in their most vulnerable areas.

Now Grace suddenly felt playful with his newfound knowledge. He’d heard Rocky chirp with amusement and mimic the sound of Grace’s chuckles, but he’d never heard Rocky laugh for real. He was incredibly curious as to what it would sound like… and he was about to find out.

Carefully, Grace curled his fingers around Rocky’s ‘elbow’ joint, like he had before. Except this time, he gently dug his fingertips in, doing his best not to hurt him.

Rocky jolted once more, making the same high-pitched brief tune.

“What Grace doing, question…?” He asked, his translated voice now sounding suspicious. He tried to move out of Grace’s lap, but he held him in with one hand and his legs.

“Experimenting,” Grace replied cheerfully. “Testing a hypothesis, if you will.”

Grace continued to gently dig his fingers into the joint where Rocky’s leg bent, wiggling his fingertips in as best he could without being too harsh. Rocky started moving around in Grace’s lap, trying to shake his leg out of the scientist’s grip. The noises he was making was unlike anything Grace had heard out of him—lots of whistles and musical chords with chirps throughout, though they sounded much shakier and less sensical than Rocky’s normal speech.

He was laughing.

It was adorable.

“This is the best thing ever. I can’t believe you’re actually ticklish.” Grace said, his voice filled with both amusement and awe. Rocky’s squirming and laughter was both incredibly cute and incredibly fascinating—Grace had been wondering if Rocky even had the ability to properly laugh.

“Grace—!” Rocky managed to say through his trilling giggles, one of his arms moving to push at Grace’s shoulder. The man, however, was not deterred in the slightest. He wanted to hear more, but more than anything, he wanted to make Rocky feel happy.

“Is this okay, Rock? It’s not too much, is it?” Grace asked, slowing his fingers down so the translator could make sense of Rocky’s speech.

Rocky was silent for a moment, and Grace noticed tiny puffs of steam leaving his vents. He’d never seen that happen before—was he embarrassed?

“…Is not… too much. Has been many years since last time.”

Grace paused, his eyebrows lifting slightly with curiosity and intrigue.

“Last time?” He echoed. “Who was tickling you?”

“Adrian,” Rocky answered, settling back against Grace’s legs again, allowing himself to relax a bit now that Grace seemed distracted.

“Thought I was too tense. Wanted to… ‘make Rocky feel better.’”

Grace paused, allowing himself to imagine the scenario Rocky described—Adrian, who Rocky had described as a little bigger than him and a green-blue color, tickling their mate. It was quite an adorable thought.

He returned to reality and looked back down at Rocky, who was still in his lap.

“That’s really sweet.”

Rocky gave an affirmative trill, but there was a layer of sadness in it. Grace furrowed his brows, just a little.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “You… you miss them, don’t you?”

Rocky gave another affirmative noise, though this one definitely sounded sadder.

“I’m sorry, Rock,” Grace said, feeling a little stab of empathy. Rocky had been away from home for so long—of course he probably missed his mate like hell.

He let out a breath, chewing his lip, when Rocky spoke again.

“Is okay. We will save stars, save Earth, save Erid. Then I will see Adrian again.”

Grace smiled softly, still feeling bad for his friend. There had to be some way he could make him feel bett—

Aha.

“Yeah, you will,” Grace affirmed, pulling Rocky closer to him once more, his voice tinged with mischief now. “For the time being, I’ll make up for it.”

Rocky, confused, didn’t have time to protest. Only a couple seconds went by before Grace’s fingertips started digging into the underside of the joints that connected Rocky’s legs to his carapace, to which Rocky immediately started laughing and squealing once more.

Grace smiled as he dug his fingers in, watching as Rocky squirmed around in his lap, whistling out nonsensical laughs and giggles. Grace had never heard or seen Rocky so uncomposed—it was both hilarious and endearing.

He continued for another minute before he decided to let up, and give Rocky a second to recover.

“You okay, bud?”

Rocky stopped squirming, more small puffs of steam leaving his vents as he recovered his composure. He made a grumbling sort of noise that the translator couldn’t pick up on—honestly, it was probably some sort of expletive.

“Yes. Rocky fine.”

“Alright, good.” Grace nodded and smiled, giving a fond and firm pat to the side of Rocky’s carapace.

And once again, Grace was surprised.

Rocky jolted and squirmed away from Grace, stumbling out of his lap and making another noise of protest.

Grace, startled, lifted his hands up and stared at Rocky with confusion.

“Are you okay? What was that? Did I hurt you?”

Rocky shifted back and forth on his legs, suddenly looking sheepish.

“No, didn’t hurt,” Rocky replied quietly, fidgeting with his claws. “…One more thing that tickles Eridians. Vibrations, on carapace. Vibrations reach inside… makes tickle.”

Grace raised his eyebrows at that, surprised for a moment, but it made sense when he thought about it. Rocky’s carapace was thick and tough, so it would make sense that they wouldn’t be able to feel lighter touches like humans could.

Vibrations. Interesting…

Grace reached forward, more curious than anything, to knock on Rocky’s xenonite suit a bit harder than he normally would on a door, trying to ensure Rocky actually felt it through his suit and his carapace.

He definitely felt it.

Rocky squeaked and jerked away from Grace’s hand, warily backing away from his friend.

Mischief filled Grace’s mind, and an almost evil-looking grin spread across his face. He simply had to try this out. He knew just the thing that would produce a heck of a lot of vibrations.

He lunged with as much agility and speed as he could, knocking Rocky off-balance and onto his side. Before Rocky had time to get back up or fight him off, Grace grabbed onto the sides of Rocky’s carapace, drew in the biggest breath his lungs could hold, and planted a huge raspberry on one of the flat planes of Rocky’s body.

And sweet cheese and crackers, did it work.

Rocky let out a loud, obnoxious sound that almost sounded like a trumpet being blown before dissolving into wild laughter, grabbing at Grace’s shirt and shoulders with his free legs. The chords he was producing made zero sense and all clashed with each other, but Grace found it both amazing and hilarious.

“GrACE—!” Rocky managed, pushing at Grace’s shoulder, and Grace could tell he was doing his best not to hurt him with his strength. “🎶🎵—TickLES—!!”

“Yeah? That’s the point, pal!”

Grace snickered, incredibly enamored by the sound of what he assumed to be Rocky’s cackling. He didn’t even know Rocky was capable of laughing this hard, but now that he’d heard it, he wanted to hear more of it. So, he planted another raspberry on Rocky’s body, and another, and another.

Rocky continued to make the most discordant chords Grace had ever heard him produce, belting out those trumpet-like sounds every now and again when Grace blew into what seemed to be a particularly sensitive spot. When Rocky let out a shrill sound that sounded almost like a screech as he tickled over his vents, Grace decided his friend had probably had enough.

He let go of Rocky’s carapace and placed his hands on the floor on either side of him, watching with great amusement as the alien collapsed onto the ground with exhaustion and residual giggles.

“You okay, there, Rock?” Grace asked with a giggle of his own, reaching forward to give him an affectionate and reassuring pat, only to laugh more when Rocky squeaked and shied away from his hand.

“…Rocky regrets telling Grace about Eridian tickles.” Rocky grumbled when he’d collected himself, muttering another expletive that the translator didn’t recognize, nor did Grace. He found it funny anyway.

“Oh, lighten up. You had fun, didn’t you? You’re so much stronger than me, you could’ve shoved me off anytime you wanted.”

Rocky didn’t answer that. He shifted back and forth on his legs, still making grumbling sounds of embarrassed frustration.

Admittedly… yes. Rocky did have fun. But who could blame him? If anyone else had been stranded in space alone for decades with no contact with anyone, they would have loved being tickled silly too.

Grace chuckled to himself again as he stood up, heading back over to the desk he was originally sitting at to start back on his work that he had initially been doing.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, leaning forward to sort out some petri dishes. “You’re not the only one.”

Rocky went still for a second at that. Slowly, his carapace lifted.

“Humans ticklish too, question?”

Grace paused too. Of course his big mouth had let that tidbit slip.

Rocky noticed the pause.

“…Grace ticklish… question?” He asked, slower, his translated voice tinged with mild mischief, his legs ever so slowly carrying him closer to Grace.

Fudge. He should have known revenge was going to be on Rocky’s mind.

Or—maybe—it was repaying debt. Debt owed from the joy Grace had just brought Rocky, and Rocky wanted to pay him back.

[awkward---as---hell]

Liar Liar

Summary: Liar liar carapace on fire! Grace has known his friend Rocky for years, and thought he knew his friend inside and out. When Adrian lets slip a very interesting detail about their partner that Grace had previously thought false, he spends the next few moments getting well deserved payback.  

Words: 4223

Dynamics: SFW, Grace POV, Lee!Rocky, Ler!Adrian, Ler!Grace (Finally, I know. Butttttttt there is a bit of lee grace at the beginning but it's short!!! I just needed to tickle this guy a bit more apparently lol) 

A/N: this a request from @drgon-wings and also heavily inspired by this post from @the-sharknado. Hope you guys like this! also again, I headcanon that eridians use they/them, so thus that's what Adrian refers to Rocky as, but grace uses he/him for rocky bc that's just what he's used to.

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A beep on my laptop pulls my focus away from the paper I’m writing. Low battery. Time to charge up. 

I glance at my watch—and gosh, is that the time? 

I’ve been working on this paper for a few hours now without even realizing it. In a few moments I’ll have to pack up to go to my meeting with Ted. 

I sigh. Oh Ted. 

I’ve been teaching my first batch of Eridian students for a little over a month now. I really missed teaching, and I think of my human students often, wondering if they’re doing okay in the midst of the astrophage crisis. I really hope they are. 

Interacting with the goofballs that are my 30 Eridian students helps dull that ache a bit, though. Every day brings something new and exciting when working with these krazy kids. So in short, it’s been great. 

Yet Ted, one of the members of the adolescent education board, has requested a meeting to check in and see how things are going. Apparently, my quick notes of ‘going good, no complaints’ don't cut it. They want a full in depth discussion. Lucky me. 

I like Ted, I really do. They clearly have a passion for this thing like I do… but they also really like to talk. Like a lot. You know those conversations that you try multiple times to end politely while slowly making your way toward the door, but the other person will add another question or comment that drags you back into it? Yeah, that’s Ted’s bread and butter. 

I glance at my watch again and drum my fingers on the table. Surely I can work for just a bit longer…

I turn back to my paper. Funnily enough, it actually is about Eridian adolescent development, so maybe talking to Ted could be helpful. Fill in some of the gaps.

I’m learning a lot about how Eridian children compare to human children from my students—and from my chats with Rocky’s old geology professor, who I’ve gotten quite close to. They never miss a chance to gush about their many grandchildren and tell stories of raising their 15 (oh, my god!) kids. I even got to meet a few of their infant grandchildren as well, and let's just say that was a very memorable day. The biologist in me was very enthralled to see what differences there are between adults and infants, while the paternal part of me was internally squealing at the little tiny babies crawling all over my lap. 

Seriously, they're so cute I think I felt my non-existent womb clench. 

I’m in the middle of a paragraph describing how the music-like speech develops in kids when my door bangs open, making me jump in my chair and almost knock over my vitamin shake. 

“Geez louise!” I say to myself. I know I keep my door unlocked, but most Eridians have the decency to at least knock first. There’s only one Eridian I know who lacks those manners…

“Grace!” Rocky shouts from my doorway. “Me and Adrian are here! Get off your ass, it’s time to go!” 

“Yeah, just give me a second, Rocky,” I call back, my eyes falling to my laptop again as the two of them make their way over to me.

Just gotta finish this paragraph. 

“Hello Grace,” Adrian says warmly, standing beside me. “We have to leave now, so we won’t be late.” 

“Uh-huh, yep...” I say, clearly distracted. My fingers still clack away at the keyboard and my eyes are glued to the screen. “I’m alllllmost done…” 

Rocky shuffles over to my other side. “Grace. It's time. To. Go.” He emphasizes each word with a hard poke to my side. 

I huff a laugh and use one of my hands to shield that side, leaning as far away from him as I can with one hand still typing away. 

“Okay okay, I hear you,” I say. “Why do you even want to go to this meeting anyway? I thought you found Ted, quote, ‘stuffy’ and ‘annoying.’”

“Mmm, I do,” Rocky hums. “I’m going so I can inevitably save you from getting talked to death. You’re welcome.” He reaches around and jabs at my unprotected other side. 

I feel a smile creeping onto my face without permission, and do an involuntary wiggle in my chair. At this point in our friendship, Rocky knows exactly what buttons to push, and loves pushing ‘em. 

“You're so kind,” I say as dryly as I can with a silly smile plastered on my face. “I swear I’m almost done, just let me finish this paragraph.” 

Rocky chirps a short laugh. “You say that often, my friend, and rarely do you mean it.” He hovers his hand threateningly over my side again. 

“Yeah, well, this time I do mean it,” I say, my fingers trying to type out the last few words while I eye Rocky’s grabby hand. “And poke me all you want, I’m just gonna ignore you.” 

Rocky trills an amused chord at that. “I don’t believe you can. You're the most ticklish human ever, remember?” He does a rougher squeeze to both of my sides to prove his point. 

And gosh darn it, I wish I could say that wasn’t true. He's never even met another human, and yet, as I let out a loud, snorty laugh, I can’t help but fear he's right. I’ve always been embarrassingly more sensitive than the Average Joe, and granted, it’s impossible to compare me to literally all of humanity… but Rocky is probably not that far off. 

“Okay fine. You win, you menace,” I huff lightheartedly, shutting the lid of my laptop and turning to stand up. “You know, if Eridians were ticklish you’d be dead meat. I’ve got years of vengeance that needs wreaking.” 

I start to head to the door when Adrian lets out one of their elegant musical laughs and says, “who told you Eridians aren’t?” 

…What? 

I whip around so fast I almost trip. 

“Uh—Rocky did. Multiple times,” I say and point to my friend, who’s gone suspiciously quiet. He's holding his two front hands and fidgeting in place, something he does when he’s nervous—oh, he’s definitely hiding something. 

“…Yeah, we talked a lot about Eridian senses on the way back to Erid,” I continue after a beat. I wrote a whole paper about the topic, actually. Eridians have receptors all over their shells that process sound waves and vibrations—that’s how they ‘see’ with their echolocation—but they do have receptors that process touch too. “Rocky said while you can feel touch sensations, you don’t feel sensations like tickling,” I finish.

“Um,” Rocky says. He fidgets more. 

Adrian laughs again. They sound very amused when they say, “They definitely lied to you, Grace.” 

“What?!” I shout at the same time Rocky cries, “Adrian!”

I turn and point an accusing finger at Rocky, like a child, but I don’t care. This is an egregious wrongdoing. “You lied to me?!” 

“Didn’t lie! I—um—! It just never came up!” Rocky stammers, and shifts back and forth on his legs in the most damning display ever. 

“It most certainly did come up, you lying liar fibber!”

Adrian starts laughing in earnest now. “I think it was a lie of self-preservation. Rocky is one of the most ticklish people I know. It’s a little funny and ironic that they use the same title for you, Grace.” 

“Ugh! Adrian, stop talking!” Rocky says in a tone that’s bordering on a whine. 

This changes everything. Eridians can be ticklish—Rocky is ticklish. Oh, the game is so on! 

“I can’t believe you kept this from me!” I say, failing to sound nearly as offended as I’d intended. I’m just too excited, and a smile worms its way onto my face. Rocky, however, looks as mortified as a being with no face can manage. 

I reach my hands towards him, eager to get revenge after years of torment. To my absolute delight, Rocky actually shies away from me, taking a few steps back and lowering his carapace protectively behind his limbs. That’s never happened before. 

“Tell me how I can tickle you,” I say, and try to reach for him again but he swats my hands away.  

“No! Stay back, leaky blob!” 

“C’monnnn” I sing playfully and try another angle, but Rocky actually grabs my probing hands this time. I try to tug free, but it’s no use. My strength will never match up to an Eridians. 

Luckily, fate is on my side today. 

Adrian moves over to where me and Rocky are locked in a stalemate. “Eridians don’t feel tickling through the touch receptors, like humans do,” they say, and sneak one of their own hands in to knock roughly against the side of Rocky’s carapace. 

Rocky legitimately squeaks, which is hilarious, and drops my hands to wiggle away. 

Ohhh. I get it now! Eridians feel tickles through vibrations, which are processed through the other receptors in their shell—the ones used to interpret soundwaves into their sonar vision. Knocking—and probably other forms of direct vibrations on their carapace—overloads those sensors to inflict laughter and panic, like touch would do for a human. 

I laugh triumphantly. Hope you enjoyed that high horse buddy, because you're getting knocked (Ha!) off it today. 

Rocky has his two front arms held in front of him now, ready to defend against another tickly attack. Hmm. That is a problem. He might be ticklish, but Rocky is still way stronger than me. Time to get creative. 

I take a step forward and cross my arms, assuming the most serious pose I can manage. “Let me tickle you for thirty seconds, with no interruptions. No grabbing my arms or running away, you just have to sit there.” 

“What? No way!” Rocky says and takes a step back. 

I follow him, taking another step forward, and can’t help my grin this time either. “Yes way! It’s only fair. You’ve had years of tickling the snot out of me, and it’s time for your comeuppance.” 

“It seems a fair deal, my love,” Adrian joins in with a teasing lilt to their words. “Thirty seconds compared to literal years is nothing. Unless… you're too sensitive to handle it?” 

Adrian is the best. 

Rocky nervously bobs his carapace back and forth, clearly debating whether to rise to the oh-so-obvious bait.

He eventually stops bobbing and holds his carapace tall, confident. Stubborn.

“Fine,” Rocky says. “Go ahead. I can take it—unlike you, Grace.” 

I grin wolfishly, and don’t even bother acknowledging that last jab. I’ve got him right where I want him. Hook, line, sinker. 

“Great,” I say in an overly sweet voice. “C’mere.” 

For all his confidence just a moment ago, he looks a lot like a lamb being led to slaughter with the way he hesitantly shuffles over to me. 

It’s time to put my plan in place. I pull out my stopwatch from my pocket (yes, I just carry one around with me. I’m a nerd, remember?), and pretend to mess with it. I specifically have it set as a stopwatch—and not a timer—meaning it will continue to count the seconds from start until I intentionally stop it myself. And I don’t intend to. 

“Alright pal, thirty seconds on the clock,” I say, and wiggle my fingers teasingly at him. “You ready?”

Rocky actually shudders—and oh, this is going to be so fun. 

He's still stubborn though, and stands in front of me with his limbs hunched in a way that looks like he's bracing for impact. 

I snicker. “Remember, no shoving me away—”

“Yes yes I know,” Rocky interrupts me. “Just go.” 

Hah, and who am I to deny his request? 

I start the stopwatch and get to work. I use my knuckles on one hand to gently knock against the middle of Rocky's carapace. I’m being gentle on purpose—I want to really rile him up first before striking hard. 

But even this gentle vibration seems to work, because Rocky hunches lower. Just a fraction lower though, and makes no laughter. Stubborn stubborn stubborn. 

I knock a bit harder, and one of Rocky's arms makes an aborted move toward me. 

“Ah! No moving!” I say, on the verge of giggles myself. Rocky lets out a high short note that's quickly cut off. Not quite laughter, not quite a real word either.

Ten seconds in, and I start to move around now, seeing what spots are more sensitive so I can get him to crack. This light, teasy, and exploratory tickling is definitely worse for him. I can see him trembling a bit now with the effort to keep his limbs to himself and not grab my hand.  

Adrian chimes out a chuckle where they stand beside me. “Wow, they’re doing much better than I thought they would.”

I smile and nod at that. 

“Does this tickle, Rocky?” I ask, trying to bait him. He doesn't take it, just remains silent while his limbs twitch occasionally with the instinct to swat me away. Fifteen seconds in now. 

“Try closer to the joints, Grace,” Adrian says, and I move my tickling there, where his arm meets his carapace. 

“No helping!” Rocky says, and oops! That seems to break the dam. The stuttery and chirpy notes that make up his giggles start to leak out against his will now. 

“There we go!” I laugh. “Doesn’t that feel better?” I bring in a second hand now and knock harder on either side of one of his joints. He lets out a sound that can only be described as a honk, and his carapace jerks. Twenty-five seconds. 

“♩H-how ♪much l-longer♫?” He asks, undeniably giggling now. He's twitching and squirming in place a lot too, but ultimately stays planted in front of me. 

I glance at my stopwatch. It shows the count at thirty-two seconds on its digital screen. Digital, meaning that Rocky can't see the numbers with his sonar vision. Perfect.

“Just a couple more seconds pal,” I say with a grin. Maybe it's a bit mean and unfair to go against the rules of this little deal, especially since Rocky is doing a good job upholding his end. 

…But do you know what else is unfair? Having five arms and the ability to tickle your friend to tears whenever you want. And he does. 

Often. 

For years.

So no, I don't feel bad. I’m actually having the time of my life, thank you very much. 

Time to up the ante and make Rocky really lose his composure. I keep one hand knocking against his carapace and bring my other down to his middle arm joint. It’s a little strange using this much blunt force on what’s basically his elbow—something that would absolutely hurt a human—but for Rocky it only feels intensely ticklish.

 “♪♫♩!” he shouts before tumbling into the hardest laughter yet. Hah, geez. The potty mouth on this guy. Guess I can’t blame him, this really gets under his skin. He can't keep it together and curls that arm up close to his body.

Adrian and I are freely giggling along with him now, and encouraged by both their reactions I decide to fully throw away my moral compass and embrace being a menace. I leave the arm Rocky has curled protectively against himself alone and switch to another. He immediately curls that one up too. So I bring my other hand into the mix and start knocking against a different arm joint at the same time. He needs at least 3 arms to keep himself balanced, so he's forced to hastily uncurl an arm lest he fall over. 

So, to be a real jerk, I just keep switching. Every time he protects one arm, I move to another. If he curls that one up too, I split my attention between two different joints, forcing him to uncurl something before he topples over. Before long he’s practically hopping in place, frantically trading one vulnerable arm for another, unable to escape the tickling no matter which way he turns.

“♩G-grace♫!” He cries, just barely getting the word out through his laughter. “♪S-surly ♫time’s up♪ n-now?” 

I glance at the stopwatch. It shows fifty-two seconds. 

I bite the inside of my cheek, doing my best to make my words sound sincere and not like I’m lying through my teeth. But it’s hopeless—I’m smiling and laughing through my words too much to keep this ruse going. I give it my best shot anyway. 

“Hah, n-not quite yet, buddy!” 

Rocky’s no dummy and doesn't fall for my scheme this time. He can clearly hear the amusement in my voice, undoing my web of lies, and can definitely tell it’s been well over thirty seconds now.

“♬Oh-ho♩you are such ♫ a l-liar♪!” He shouts and finally uses his strength to wiggle out and away from my grip. 

I laugh and try to get one last knock in as he retreats but he’s too quick for me. “Takes one to know one!” 

Suddenly, in a move I couldn’t have predicted—and honestly hadn’t planned—Adrian rushes forward and grabs Rocky before he can fully retreat. 

Rocky lets out a shriek of genuine surprise. “Adrian?!” 

“I’ve decided we’re not done with you yet, my love,” Adrian says with a tone infused with honey, if that honey was also full of live bees. Playful and just a little wicked. 

“Yeah!” I laugh and pump my fist into the air while Rocky immediately starts giggling again—more frantic than I’ve ever heard—and babbles out, “no no no!” with increasing panic as he tries to fend off Adrian. 

Have I mentioned that Adrian is the best? There’s no way I could ever tussle with Rocky the way Adrian is doing now. Rocky and Adrian’s multiple arms interlock as they push and grab at each other with massive strength. The twos back arms skid and scrape against the floor in a powerful back-and-forth before finding purchase and shoving at the other harder. It’s a little intimidating, actually—I’ve seen some of my Eridian students playfully wrestle and have even broken up a few real fights, but nothing compares to this: Two fully grown and strong as heck adult Eridians duking it out and trying to get the upper hand over each other. 

“Get ‘em, Adrian!” I cheer over the noise. Adrian is cooing a nonsensical little chord at Rocky—pure teasing rather than language—while the two of them wrestle, and they gradually sing it louder so it's heard over Rocky’s rising giggle fit. It seems to fluster him so much that it saps his strength. He's losing.

Eventually Adrian sweeps the legs out from under Rocky, making him topple onto his side and onto the floor. A few more seconds of grappling, and then Adrian finally has him pinned: One of Rocky’s legs trapped under his own body, another two trapped under Adrian where they lie on top of him, and the remaining two caught and held tight in Adrian’s grip. 

A warm, gooey feeling rushes through me; Adrian’s clearly done this before judging by the way they so thoroughly have Rocky pinned, meaning the two of them have done this silly, goofy play before and often. It’s just another reminder of how long these two have known and loved each other. 

God, they're so stinking cute. I love their love. 

“Grace!” Adrian calls from where they still battle with Rocky’s squirming, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Get the vents!” 

“No no no! Grace please!” Rocky cries out before he dissolves into panicked laughter. And I haven’t even touched him yet! 

“Oh, the vents?” I laugh, and start knocking and tapping all over said area. “Is that your tickle spot, Rocky?”

Rocky screeches and erupts into the loudest and most discordant, nonsensical chords I've ever heard him make. I think this is the Eridian equivalent of wild cackling, and it makes me smile along with him knowing we share that particular flavor of silly laughter. 

“Aw Rocky, you're the most ticklish Eridian ever, aren't you?” I tease, my smile a mile wide. Vengeance tastes oh-so-sweet and delicious. 

“♩♬♪♫!” Rocky shouts through his laughter, and I snort. That was an expletive. It loosely translates to ‘F off’, but is actually more along the lines of ‘go take a swim’. That would probably be pretty offensive to another Eridian, who all famously sink in water, but directed at me—and my buoyant body that's about sixty percent water—it just doesn't land quite the same. 

“Darling, that wasn't very nice,” Adrian teases too. They manage to sneak in a free hand and start tapping against Rocky's carapace and joints.  

More screeching and desperate squirming. This is really driving him up a wall! I truly am having a great time, and I genuinely hope Rocky is too underneath all the laughing and protesting. It’s sappy, but I really cherish moments like this, where we can be complete goofballs together—even when the laughter is a little… encouraged.

That goes for me, too. I know I’m teasing Rocky about revenge, but… I truly don’t mind it as much as I make it seem. 

But that doesn’t mean I’m not also basking in said revenge though, because I totally am. 

“Not fair! NOT FAIR!” He punches out between his discordant cackles. “♪Y-you SAID ♫thirty s-seconds♩!”

“I did say that,” I nod and grin mischievously. “But do you remember when you tickled me and made me faceplant off your xenonite ball?” I start rubbing my knuckles over his vents in what is basically the world's most ticklish noogie. Rocky’s whole body jerks and squirms harder in Adrian’s grip, desperately trying to get free from the horribly tickly feeling. 

“♫W-wait! ♪-♬N-no!” 

“Yes!” I say, laughing. The energy in the room is vibrant and electric, brimming with a giddy sort of anticipation and fun. Adrian coos more teasey sounds at Rocky over his laughter, I’ve been smiling so much my cheeks ache, and Rocky has gone almost limp now in Adrian’s grasp as he accepts his fate, laughter flowing freely.

“And there was the time you tickled me during that meeting!” I add, giving him a particularly harsh tickle on the edge of one of his vent plates. “You embarrassed me in front of the whole education board!” 

“♪G-gra♫—!” 

He can’t even get words out now at the teasing, can only laugh helplessly in Adrian’s grip. He really is extremely ticklish—I wish I knew sooner! 

But he also can't take much more, so it's time for the big finale. 

“So—for those times and allllllll the others,” I say with as much theatrics I can muster, “...you’re gonna get what's due.” 

It's the vibrations that's the trick, yeah? I stop messing with his vents so this trick can shine on its own, and take in a large, dramatic breath. Rocky doesn't know what I’m up to but can definitely tell I’m up to something. 

“Wait wait wait!”

I press my lips over Rocky's vents and—

Ppppfffttttbbbbbbb. Blow the biggest raspberry I can.

Rocky belts out another one of those honks before dissolving into hysterical laughter again. Are honks the Eridian version of a snort? Well, whatever it is, it makes Adrian fall into hearty laughter too, and it's all so infectious that I can't help but gasp out punchy giggles of my own. 

“♬EW EW♪ GRACE ♫N-NOHOHO♪!” Rocky screeches and manages to get an arm free from Adrian while they’re distracted. He tries to grab at me but I scramble away to his other side where he can't reach me, but still have access to his vents. 

I grin at him and blow another raspberry. Then another. Then one more because I’m a jerk. He gives the same wonderfully indignant screech every single time, each one followed by another fit of helpless laughter.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rocky this flustered before. Of the two of us, he's the one that’s better at keeping his cool, so seeing him like this? No longer this pillar of stubbornness and clever retorts, but instead lost in peals of uproarious laughter? It makes me feel a bit smug, actually. There’s nothing more satisfying than making your usually level-headed friend completely unravel. 

But I also don’t want to accidentally kill him. With one final tap to a vent plate I take my hands away and motion for Adrian to do the same. 

“Hah, alright pal, we’re done for real this time,” I say with a smile on my face as I watch Rocky slump over on his side—an awkward position for an Eridian, but I don’t think he cares right now. 

Adrian coos a soothing, pitying note and tries to give Rocky a gentle caress, but he weakly slaps their hand away. Adrian giggles. “I suppose that’s fair.” 

“You okay, bud?” I say with a smile. 

“...I’m going to put you on a ship back to Earth myself…” Rocky replies weakly. 

Oh is that how it is? I feign reaching for him again and smirk when Rocky squeaks and flinches back. 

That's what I thought.  

“You’re definitely late to your meeting with Ted now,” Adrian says to me and tilts their carapace in their version of a smile. 

Oh, I for sure am, but I just can't bring myself to be upset about that. 

“That’s okay,” I say. “This was so totally worth it.”

[fluffyficsanddreams]

shut up this is so fucking cute are you kidding me 🥹🥹

i really really want to take a little inspiration from this for my lee!Rocky fic that i’m writing right now just because this is so adorable i literally want to scream. i’m gonna pass away augh

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my phm fic is currently in the works, i promise!! for now, though, please accept my human rocky design that took me days to finish 🥹

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hi… i’ve awakened from the dead. bucky barnes still lives in my head all the time, but i just finished watching project hail mary for the first time and oh lord i think it’s consuming me…

so who wants a tickle fic with grace and rocky??

(i feel like we need more ticklish rocky he’s just stupidly adorable)

[switch-witch-erin]

hello hello! fluffyficsanddreams here 😋 i can’t leave an ask with my tkl blog, so i have to use my main one, but that’s okay!

i just have one question (though it is kind of silly lol)… in a tickle fight, Soap vs Ghost, who do you think would win and why? 😚

Heya!! For the record, before I finished reading your ask, I thought about contacting you to clarify whether it’s okay that it’s your main acc x) 💖

Now, thanks for asking! Boy I enjoyed pondering it:

Oooof that’s a tough one. It depends entirely on the circumstances, these two are competitive as hell, but in a camaraderie-esque fashion.

Soap is ticklish everywhere and is ticklish as hell in general, the most ridiculous I-can’t-take-spine-pokes kind of ticklish, but at the same time his endurance is ungodly. He’ll be laughing his ass off, squirming, writhing, blushing, snorting, cursing (his accent getting thicker the longer he’s tickled), but he can take it for quite a long while like a true soldier. He also doesn’t mind getting tickled as long as the person doing it is someone he tolerates, not necessarily trusts, tolerates. If Alejandro would give his side a few generous prods, he wouldn’t even attempt hiding his reactions, and definitely would poke him back. Same thing with Rodolfo. Gaz would get a proper revenge from him if the time is right, that cocky Scottish bastard is always up for a tussle

While Ghost is… different. If he’s tickled by someone other than his beloved Johnny boy, be it a nurse during a checkup, or Gaz in a friendly banter, the sensation doesn’t register, so he basically feels nothing, just the touch itself. That counts for other people’s presence in general — Johnny is the only one who makes his body relax as if by command, so if there’s someone else in the room and Johnny tries tickling Ghost, he’d just look at his man, unimpressed, with a mix of disbelief and confusion on his face. Something along the lines of “seriously? you’re being that carefree? you know the rules, what do you think you’re doing?”. Even if Ghost can’t see the other person or is unaware of their presence, he still somehow feels that they’re there, so in this particular scenario he wouldn’t react to tickling at all.

In addition, he’s only ticklish on his thighs, armpits, feet, and his neck a little, mostly when it comes to Johnny’s kisses. Though he doesn’t like getting his feet tickled at all, so Johnny avoids this spot, only occasionally giving it a few pokes to ragebait his fine lad. It is kinda possible to get him on his midriff, but only a little bit, and usually by blowing raspberries there, a nice mix of warm lips, the vibrations, and tiny prickles of Johnny’s stubble. It would earn Soap a chuckle or a few proper laughs if he’s lucky, but that’s about it. Though sometimes it’s hard to say whether Simon laughs from the tickling or from how ridiculous it all is.

While on the other spots — Ghost cannot take getting tickled at all. Pain is easy since it’s a regular body reaction, aiming to indicate that something’s off, not to mention that he’s so used to it, breaking a leg feels like a minor inconvenience at this point. And tickling is an alert system screaming YOU’RE GETTING TOUCHED DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW which is basically impossible to ignore, especially when it’s intense. And oh boy Johnny knows where it’s intense.

They always end up in tickling tussles where Johnny is a cackling mess, and Simon is a huffing, grunting man with a look on his face like he just downed an entire lemon in one go (don’t worry, he’s having fun, he just looks like that). He’s good at defending himself, naturally, but he always has to hold back so his military reflexes don’t kick in, and he doesn’t actually hurt his babygirl (there were a few accidents), and Johnny wouldn’t be Johnny if he didn’t take advantages of this. His only hope of winning is to get Simon’s ticklish spots and not end up in some tickly version of a grappling technique himself. If he’s captured, he’s doomed, Ghost doesn’t hold back when it comes to teaching Soap a lesson, so he’d gladly tickle him for twenty minutes in a row, enjoying his laughter and pleas for mercy like some fine bourbon. It’s all for shits and giggles, of course, he would never actually cross Johnny’s boundaries. Not to mention that there’s always something boyish and goofy about their tickle fights, as it genuinely looks like not two grown ass men with serious occupations, but a couple of kids are fooling around, taunting each other, making bets, mocking, boasting, gloating… all while knocking down every single item around them.

Unlike Johnny, Ghost can only take tickles for several minutes before tapping out, so if Johnny manages to get, for instance, his armpits, and stay there for a while, Simon turns into a guffawing mess. His face flushes easily, and he starts kicking like mad, eyes watering from laughter so much that he actually got his man worried once or twice. Or thrice. Or every single time it happens, because tears start straight up rolling down his face one by one, and the poor Brit can’t do a thing about it, too busy laughing his heart out, making Johnny absolutely melt at the sight. He’d coo at Simon, teasing him in an affectionate, friendly manner, using their ranks, while going all out on the poor guy, tickling him like his life depends on it.

Now, to answer your question more directly:

Johnny offered to give Simon’s back a massage and sat down on top of him? Simon lost.

Johnny refused the morning cuddles on their day off and rolled onto his side, his back facing Simon? Johnny lost.

Scotland playing against England in literally any competition? Their battle will be legendary.

The list goes on and on, and in the end the winner is both of them since they’re having a good ol’ time together ✨

[fluffyficsanddreams]

oh my god actually shut up this is so stinking cute i’m gonna scream. your headcanons about them are so adorable and they’re so in character too!! i feel like it’s hard to write tickle headcanons for a character without making it ooc, but you did it so spectacularly! i can tell you love them a lot lol, which is perfectly understandable because i adore them too. they’re just perfect for each other.

i literally just cannot get them out of my head now, uuuggghhhh… they’re just stupidly cute. thank you so much for answering my ask!! i really feel like CoD characters need more tickle content, and you always provide such amazing stuff. thank you again for feeding my brain lol!!

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Hi!! I just wanted to tell you I LOVED your SamBucky fic!! I am a lee!Bucky supremacist so I was extremely happy to see a new lee!Bucky fic had been posted. Keep up the good work!! 🦾

aww!! 🥹 thank you so much!! that’s so sweet of you. i, too, have a very deep affection for lee!bucky, lol. he deserves to laugh so much more than he does. you’ve got no idea how much you leaving a note for me means to me!! i appreciate it so so much. i hope to be able to write about more ticklish bucky soon! if anyone has headcanons or ideas, leave an ask or comment! ❤️

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Chasing the Light

A/N: wow, it’s me again, writing? isn’t that crazy? i legit can’t believe i finished this lmao. like i said in my last post i’ve basically moved on from DP&W (😞) and my current fixation is on Bucky and the rest of the Avengers—but mostly Bucky lol. i wanted to try writing again, so here’s something kinda short i tried to put together to get my brain juices flowing again.

Summary: Sam thinks it is an absolute crime that Bucky doesn’t smile more now that he’s seen it, and takes it upon himself to find a new way to get it out of him—and perhaps helps Bucky along his healing journey in the process. (side note: this is set after the events of TFATWS).

this is a sfw tickle fic and includes a hint of romance between Sam and Bucky. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. 🫶

There were a few things that were capable of illuminating dark spaces. You know, the normal things—lightbulbs, sunlight, perhaps a flashlight—but if you were to ask Sam, he would have said Bucky’s smile.

It was an incredibly rare sight to see, and if you did happen to be around when Bucky relaxed enough to do so, you should consider yourself extremely lucky. Not one of those halfhearted smirks, either—his real smile was like seeing a spring flower open its petals to the sunlight after keeping itself hidden and protected for so long.

But Sam could count on one hand how many times he’d seen that expression on Bucky’s face, and that, in his mind, was absolutely unacceptable. Bucky was a part of his family now, and he had been through so much. He deserved to free himself of the protective walls he’d built up, but Sam knew that getting through to him was much easier said than done. Maybe there was a way that was guaranteed to make Bucky crack a grin? But that seemed nearly impossible. He barely even saw his lips twitch when he told any jokes, even when he thought they were genius! Maybe—

“Earth to Sam?” Came Bucky’s deadpan voice, his steel blue eyes fixed skeptically on Sam’s daydreaming expression. He blinked out of his thoughts and looked toward the super soldier who was sitting on the couch next to him, TV remote in hand that had just paused the show they were watching in the living room of Sam’s house.

“You practically begged me to watch this, and you’re not even watching it yourself.”

Sam adjusted himself on the couch, crossing one leg over the other before he replied.

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking was all.”

Bucky raised a brow. Sam wasn’t really one to be quiet—that was his job. Him being so zoned out like that was abnormal for him.

“About what? I said your name three times and you didn’t even hear me.”

Sam gave a light shrug, his gaze more on the TV than on Bucky now that he’d reached over to unpause it.

“Just you. Your staring problem. That and the fact you never smile.”

Bucky gave a light scoff, leaning back against the couch cushions. He knew about the staring problem, but he smiled. Right?

…Well, he couldn’t really remember when he’d last smiled genuinely, but whatever. He still did it. Occasionally.

“What? I smile.”

Sam turned his head to look over at Bucky with a look on his face that said ‘are you serious?’

“No, you don’t. Sure, you’ve smiled, like, once or twice in the entire time I’ve known you, but that’s not nearly enough. You gotta let go of yourself, man.”

Bucky huffed through his nose, turning toward the TV, not particularly wanting to hold eye contact with Sam at the current moment.

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter if I smile or not.”

Sam gave a scoff of his own. Bucky was always so closed off—with good reason, to be fair—but it was irritating to Sam. He wasn’t irritated at Bucky, necessarily, but more so at himself for not being able to coax the super soldier out of his shell. He supposed he just needed time and patience, but Sam wasn’t feeling all that patient. He just wanted him to crack a smile, that was all!

“It matters to me. And Sarah, because apparently your stupid ass flirting made her soften up toward you. I told you to quit trying to charm my sister.”

Bucky’s lips twitched just a little at the mention of Sarah. Her boys loved him the second they met him for some reason. He supposed he did allow himself to smile just a bit when he played with them.

“See? Why don’t you do that more often?” Sam asked, gesturing to the very slight quirk of Bucky’s lips that was on his face with a wild wave of his hand, which disappeared as soon as Sam pointed it out. Bucky was like a turtle—you moved too quickly, and he shrunk back into his shell.

“I’m gonna make you smile. I know I can. I’m the king of comedy. Here, listen to this…”

——— An exorbitant amount of time later… ———

Bucky sat, his stupid expression still as stony as it was thirty minutes ago. Sam had told literally every joke he could possibly think of, and Bucky hadn’t even let out so much as a huff. Sam was at his wits’ end. Maybe he’d never be able to get it out of him—not by forcing it, anyway.

“God, you’re impossible.” Sam groaned, leaning back against the couch in defeat.

Bucky simply shrugged. He knew that Sam wouldn’t be able to make him smile—not for real, anyway. But he’d wanted to let him try anyway, just to see him get frustrated. He was a bit of a little shit like that.

“Guess you’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Sam scoffed, throwing an offended look in Bucky’s direction. He could feel the smugness radiating off of him, even if he didn’t show it in his face.

“I am hilarious, actually. You’re just made of stone. Seriously, is there just concrete in there?” Sam huffed, reaching over to jab at Bucky’s side a couple times, expecting a slap and an irritated mutter for him to knock it off.

And—well—he did receive that, but not entirely in the way he was expecting.

Bucky tensed underneath Sam’s fingers, letting out an odd sort of choke mixed with a grumble. He smacked his hand away, shooting a glare at him—but it was weak. Sam had finally caught Bucky off guard.

“Don’t touch me like that.”

Sam raised his brows, a smirk beginning to form on his face. He knew what was going on—after all, being the tickle monster was one of his favorite ways to play with his nephews.

“Like what? Like this?” Sam asked, his hand darting out to poke into Bucky’s side while he still could, a shit-eating grin on his face now.

Bucky kept his lips stubbornly shut this time, as he was more prepared for Sam’s mischief.

“Shut up. Get your hand off me.”

Sam only chuckled, and Bucky could tell from the change in his body language that he was planning something—but that something wasn’t all that mysterious.

“You wanna know what I was really thinking about? How I could finally get your ass to smile for once. How convenient that the best method just walked right up into my arms…”

Bucky shifted where he was sitting, and Sam knew he didn’t have a lot of time before his friend bolted. He had to be fast—Bucky was always far too on guard to be able to ambush him.

“Don’t you even think about it.”

Sam huffed, eyes narrowing, smile still in place.

“I’m thinking about it.”

He lunged forward and tackled Bucky down onto the couch before the super soldier had time to react. He managed to get his human arm pinned down, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to keep his vibranium arm in place despite his best efforts.

Bucky’s expression was something between flabbergasted and a weird sort of offense—like the fact that Sam was able to catch him off guard and pin him was a personal attack. He struggled against Sam’s grasp, feeling color rise to his cheeks at the position they were in. He was about to shout at him to get the hell off, but he didn’t have the time for that. Sam’s free hand was already finding its way to Bucky’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze.

Bucky immediately went silent, his breath held in his lungs, resisting the giggles that he felt rising in his chest—warm, fizzy, unfamiliar. He didn’t know what to do with the feeling—the only thing he knew right now was that he didn’t want it escaping.

But Sam was insistent. His fingers crawled from Bucky’s side to his stomach, vibrating into his belly through his shirt, squeezing into it with his thumb when he found a particularly ticklish spot near his hip.

“S-Sam—!” Bucky managed, his eyes squeezing shut before he was unable to hold his laughter in any longer. Sam pressing his thumb into his hipbone was too much. “I’m gohonna kill yohohou—stohop!”

Sam blinked as he listened to Bucky’s quiet but very real giggling. He hadn’t heard this sound ever before out of him.

It was warm and surprisingly bright for a man like Bucky—Sam found it akin to being bathed in warm sunlight after a very long day. He should do this more often, he found himself thinking—though he didn’t really think about the implications of that.

“I’m really scared,” Sam chuckled, his hand squeezing into his hip and drilling his fingertips into the skin of his stomach above it. “You’re a big tough guy, huh? Big ticklish super soldier?”

“Shh—shuhuhut uhup! Get ohohoff!” Bucky laughed, kicking out his legs to try and push himself out from underneath Sam’s weight. His vibranium hand grabbed at the wrist of Sam’s hand that was tickling him, trying to pull him away—but then he found himself thinking about it.

The last time he’d been pinned underneath another person, he had been stuck with HYDRA. He didn’t get to make choices then, didn’t get to have autonomy then. He was constantly being pinned, held down, reminded that he was under control.

Now, being in that position once again, Bucky’s first instinct was to fight. To beat off the person holding power over him. To make sure he never allowed himself to be that weak again.

But this wasn’t like that. Sam was his friend, someone he trusted greatly and had opened up to so much lately. He was playing around, not trying to make him feel weak or overpowered. Besides, he’d outright told him why he was doing this—he wanted to see Bucky smile. Laugh. That was the purest form of affection that one could show to another—making them happy because they cared about them.

Maybe he shouldn’t resist so much. Maybe… he could let go, even if only a little bit.

So Bucky’s hold on Sam’s wrist loosened. Now, he was only holding onto it for the sake of keeping himself grounded in something while the rest of him got lost in laughter he never really allowed himself to experience.

Sam noticed. He softened at the way Bucky’s expression went from tense to a little more relaxed—like he was trying to stop fighting that smile that made him look so joyous, so bright. His own mischievous smile softened into one of affection as he continued to squeeze along his waist.

Experimentally, Sam released Bucky’s human arm, bringing it down to begin tickling along his ribcage on that side. He expected to be immediately pushed off, but he was surprised.

Bucky grabbed onto his wrist, like he did with his other arm, but didn’t really push him. He just sputtered out empty threats, his laughter increasing in volume when Sam’s other hand dug into his ribs.

“Sahaham! You piece of shihit! I’ll—“

“What, shoot me?” Sam said, raising his brows down at the super soldier underneath him. “You need to come up with some better threats. They’re too predictable. Makes me think you don’t actually mean them.”

Bucky didn’t answer, because he knew Sam was right. He didn’t mean any of them.

“Just—just stohohop it! You’re suhuch a—AH!”

Bucky’s laughter heightened once more when Sam’s left hand crawled up his ribcage into his remaining underarm area, prodding into the soft skin that usually remained protected.

“WILSON!” Bucky exclaimed, giving a particularly hard thrash that nearly threw Sam off. Sam beamed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep Bucky down for much longer, but he enjoyed the sound of his friend’s unrestrained laughs too much to quit just yet.

“Wow, last-naming me? I must have really pissed you off. Let me help you with that,” Sam mischievously offered, his fingers wiggling deeper into the muscles of Bucky’s underarm and making throw his head back with a cackle.

Bucky finally managed to gather enough strength to buck his hips which tossed Sam off, causing him to land on the floor next to the couch in a laughing heap.

The super soldier pushed himself up to rub at his face, realizing that it was sore from smiling. The last time he’d felt that was… back in the 40s, before his military draft… before everything. Sam was the one who had brought that feeling back to him, after so many years of nothing but cold and pain and suffering.

And now Bucky looked toward the floor, where Sam was still giggling to himself while he pulled himself up to stand. He couldn’t help the thought that popped into his head while he gazed at the smile on Sam’s face.

I love that moron.

In fact, Bucky loved him enough to stand up himself and crack his knuckles in a playfully threatening way—he’d gathered his composure incredibly quickly.

“You’re dead, Sam.”

Sam found himself letting out a nervous chuckle, knowing he couldn’t talk himself out of this. He just took off and jumped over the couch with incredible agility and a burst of giddy energy, Bucky thundering after him immediately after.

For the first time in 70 years, Bucky wasn’t chasing a target. He was chasing the light—his light.

[fluffyficsanddreams]

hi people! guess what? i’m actually working on a fic!! crazy right?? it’s sambucky based, which i know probably like 2 people will read but it’s okay it makes me happy. i’m actually making progress on it, too!! please please if you have headcanons or ideas let me know! you can comment or submit and anonymous note, i just am really hoping that i actually finish this one lmao.

[fluffyficsanddreams]

hey, people—if there’s even people still here, that is. i’ve come with life updates, and with some stuff about future posting.

i know i haven’t posted anything substantial in like… half a year. that’s not ideal for anyone, and i know it. i just haven’t had the energy to create anything lately and, added with the fact that i just got a job, my life is about to get a lot busier and my free time is about to get a lot smaller.

unfortunately—and this is probably going to cause me to lose a lot of the regular people who view my stuff—my hyperfixation for Deadpool and Wolverine fizzled out about 3-4 months ago and my current one is just Marvel in general, but specifically Bucky—Steve and Sam are kind of included in that lol. maybe trying to write about them will actually make me put out something? i don’t know. if nobody wants that, i won’t bother, considering i hardly get feedback from anyone anyway—apart from my select few friends, of course, who i am eternally grateful for—y’all know who you are.

maybe i’ll put a poll out so people can vote anonymously. but anyway, thanks for reading, and i hope everyone is doing well. ❤️

[lovemybluebully]

Please Read

I'm back from a busy weekend and am honestly a little shocked to see the amount of activity I've had on my blog since my last post. I just want to give a heartfelt thank you to the people who didn't just scroll on by and actually put in some of their energy to send replies and even gave me some comments on my fics. 💗 I will reply to those as soon as possible.

To be clear my original post wasn't directed at anyone who has ever took time out of their day to give me real feedback on my fics or even talk to me on a casual level. You guys are the ones who have kept me going this long. It was for the lurkers that you don't even know are there, the faceless accounts, and the accounts that "Like" my fics over and over again but never will say anything. I was happy though to see that a couple of people seem to have had their minds changed and took the time to let me know so thank you guys. 💗

What I was sad to see though is the amount of other writers/artists on here that feel the same way and have experienced the exact same thing with people not interacting with their content. A lot of them have been severely discouraged from posting or have even given up entirely. I'm sorry, but that's just bullshit that the same thing is happening in pretty much every fandom. Like c'mon guys, you need to do better if all you're doing is just consuming content and never giving back anything in return. Otherwise, you're just going to continue to lose the content creators who are putting out all this great stuff for you.

We do this for free. F.R.E.E. Using countless hours of our own time to make this stuff to share with you guys and all we ask for is you to take a couple minutes of your time to leave a comment. We're not asking for money/donations, just a simple comment saying what you liked about whatever we posted. That's it! I can assure you that any writer/artist would be over the moon to read someone geeking out over their content so please really think about it. Feel free to send us your ideas or headcanons as well. Participate to help us create this content together!

There really is no excuse for always being silent. If you're here, you can do your part to support those who are putting in so much effort for you. We don't expect you to comment on EVERYTHING we post, that would be crazy. We understand people have lives and aren't always around, nor is everything we post everyone's cup of tea. But if you're one of those people who are always "Liking" a creator's work or simply hiding in the background while consuming it all then it's not asking much for you to put in some of your own effort to support us. If you're that self-conscious you can always send Anonymous messages to our inbox that will be just as well-received.

See this post here for examples on what you can do to support.

https://www.tumblr.com/fluffyficsanddreams/798896110715502592/i-love-your-fics-and-will-miss-you-i-have?source=share

I don't like having to post things like this, but I feel it really needs to be said with the way people have become complacent in thinking that their favorite content creators are just going to keep submitting their work to share no matter what. Fandom is community and we need to work together on this if you want to keep your favorite fandom alive. If you can, please take a look at some of my fellow writers works who aren't getting the appreciation they deserve and give them some love. 💗

@fluffyficsanddreams

@cringeandproud

@a-fluffer-nutter

@derdunkleengel

@trashyswitch

@giggle-bee

@snugglyfluffle

@junimotardis

I'm not tapping out yet because I really do love to write and the recent love that some people have shown me has made me want to give it another shot. I've been around a long time so I know how it can be and have stepped back to take years off from posting at times until I get truly inspired again. 'Deadpool and Wolverine' was a huge one for me and I don't think I've ever written so many fics in such a short amount of time. lol So I'm not leaving for now and we'll see how it goes from here. 😊

[fluffyficsanddreams]

please, please, everyone, go read this post!!! it is incredibly important, especially right now in a time where a lot of fandoms are in dead spots and the content that writers and artists are making are tending to be largely ignored by their dwindling audiences.

@lovemybluebully is someone who i consider to be a dear friend of mine and it truly does pain me to see that they are having a hard time with a lack of interactions, which i myself completely understand. i don’t have nearly as much work put into my blog simply because it’s just newer and i haven’t been an actual creator for nearly as long, but i do know the feeling and it’s really shitty. so please, if you love their fics half as much as i do, go take a minute of your time and read this post. take some extra minutes to leave some feedback on their large catalog of fics, which they have spent numerous hours on and deserve much more love for than they have been receiving recently.

thank you, friend, for the shoutout and the little plugin with my very passionate list lol (i wrote that basically in one breath haha). i really appreciate you and everything you’ve done, i honestly couldn’t thank you enough for how supportive you’ve been of me and my works. you are absolutely amazing and you deserve the world!! ❤️❤️

remember: FANDOM IS COMMUNITY, as lovemybluebully has said. it is a two way street. if you want your favorite creator to keep putting out content, then please tell them that their work is appreciated and loved and wanted. it only takes a few minutes. we all really really appreciate it. 🫶

[lovemybluebully]

I love your fics and will miss you! I have notifications turned on for you lmao. Don’t stop because you don’t think you are not good, you are great! With that being said, if you need to step away because you are not fulfilled, then you should do what makes you feel best. You don’t owe anyone anything, but you do owe it to yourself to do what makes you happy. All the love!

(English is not my first language sorry lol)

Thanks, but I'm not stopping because I don't think that I'm not good. Like I said, people tell me that they like my fics. They just never tell me WHAT they like about my fics, and getting those specific details is way more meaningful than simply someone saying that they "loved" the fic. I put so much effort into these fics, especially coming up with dialogue that is unique and not overused, so receiving such generalized comments doesn't tell me much.

Like, WHY do you love my fics? WHAT parts in them did you enjoy? Something? Anything?

[fluffyficsanddreams]

hi people. you. the silent readers. the anonymous readers. this is not aggressive, but if you’re not a writer or a creator, you’re not going to understand how shitty it feels to lose sleep over something just to finally finish after months of dragging yourself along just for literally nobody to say anything.

so, here is what you can do to support writers:

- leave a comment. not something like “i loved this” or “this is cute”. while any feedback is appreciated, it’s not something that keeps us motivated to keep creating. what you can comment about is your favorite moment in the fic, or your favorite line, or maybe just that you liked the idea and that you liked how the writer executed it or took it in a certain direction. it doesn’t take that long. leave actual feedback.

- reblog. not empty reblogs. you can leave comments about the fic in the tags. maybe you can talk about how it made you feel, or again, point out your favorite moment in the fic or point out if you liked how the writer interpreted the character.

- if you don’t want to out yourself, submit an anonymous ask with your feedback instead, which works just as well and does not take long whatsoever. either that, or you can make a separate blog entirely split from your personal one.

it’s really not hard to show writers and creators appreciation. when all we receive is radio silence from our audiences, all we think is “nobody even cared about this when i put so much time and effort into it.”

if you are going to consume content and want more of it, then make sure you let your favorite creators know that their work is actually appreciated and wanted.

[lovemybluebully]

I'm Not a Robot

Day 27 of Tickletober with the prompt being "Ticklish Robot" from the list that I saw (Sam's Tickletober 2025).

This is just a quick, short one that I'm throwing out because I don't have any more good ideas for the rest of the prompts. lol Speed wrote it in a couple hours.

Just silly Wade and Logan nonsense. Wade suspects Logan of being a robot because of his metal internals though they end up finding the proof they need that he is indeed not a robot. lol

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 1,579

"You kinda remind me of one of those," Wade pointed at the television he was watching from where he was lounging on the couch one afternoon.

"Remind you of what?" Logan asked, not really caring what the answer would be as he flipped through the magazine he was reading while sitting beside his roommate.

"The terminator. You know, looks human but is metal on the inside while being an unstoppable killing force."

Logan was listening just enough to hear that as he frowned and dropped his magazine down to glare at the other mutant.

"I am human, idiot. Just 'cause my bones are covered in metal doesn't make me a cyborg. That's two very different things. Besides it's just a movie and not even real."

Wade completely ignored him, being enamored by his own increasingly ridiculous thoughts.

"So if you're a terminator...," Wade gasped in excitement, "Then that must make me Sarah Connor!"

Logan couldn't have rolled his eyes harder if he tried.

"You're not Sarah Connor, Wade. And I'm not a fuckin' robot."

"How can I be so sure? How do I know that you haven't been sent here from the future to kill me?" Wade leaned away from him on the couch and squinted back at him suspiciously as Logan sighed, not sure why he was entertaining Wade's crazy thought train today.

"Because I would've done it a long fuckin' time ago, that's how. Besides, YOU kidnapped ME. YOU brought ME here, against my will might I add. So shut the fuck up with your paranoid bullshit."

A scene then came on to the screen where several rounds of bullets were unloaded into the Schwarzenegger terminator as he kept advancing without so much as slowing down.

"See? That right there. The terminator doesn't even flinch when he gets shot," Logan argued as he pointed at the action on the television.

"Neither do you, buttercup."

"Sure, I do. You know that even with a healing factor that shit still hurts! What I'm saying is the terminator doesn't feel anything. No pain, no feelings, nothing. They don't have brains, and they don't have nerves. They're pure machine covered in synthetic skin. Completely fabricated. A walking computer," he explained his own thoughts while Wade took it all into consideration.

"Hmmm, you do have a point there. I agree that you definitely are a sensitive guy," the merc nodded, his words making Logan tilt his head in confusion and give a doubting snort.

"Well I don't exactly lay all my feelings out to share with you, so I think you're a little off with calling me a 'sensitive guy'."

"No no, I mean you are literally sensitive. To being touched. Especially when I do something like this...," Wade's hand shot over and his wiggling fingers dug into Logan's belly as the man immediately folded like a lawn chair with a hollering laugh accompanying it.

Wade then pulled his hand back; a pleased grin plastered on his face.

"See? Very sensitive."

Logan recovered from the brief attack and ended up shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright well you can use that argument then. Proves I'm not a fuckin' robot like I've already said twelve times. Satisfied now?"

"I'm still not convinced. What if- ," Wade gasped in horror, "What if you're not really you and were replaced by a terminator who is planning to unalive me and you knew I would test you out to prove that you aren't really one by tickling you so you learned how to fake your reaction to it so that I would be thrown off by your disgusting lies!"

Logan only stared blankly at Wade for a moment with his eyebrow raised before shaking his head at the absolute vomit of words that had just spewed out of his mouth.

"Seriously, where the fuck do you keep all this nonsense inside your head? Makes me wonder how you got this far in life without winding up being locked away in a padded room somewhere."

"It's a natural gift, really. Not everyone is capable of such a level of fuckery as I am. But okay, I guess I believe that you're not really a robot after all."

"Finally," Logan threw his hands up in relief and picked up his magazine to start trying to get back into it, "And here I thought I was gonna have to deal with your stupid ass conspiracy theories all evening."

"Mmmm yes, stupid indeed. But still..........A little more testing could really set it in stone for me," Wade smirked and poked the unsuspecting Logan in the ribs as he snorted and unintentionally ripped the magazine in two before scooting away.

"Hey, it's already been proven, alright? You can clearly see that I'm still ticklish, which is something a robot would not be. Now lay off," he grumbled as he tossed the damaged magazine aside and rubbed at his freshly poked ribs.

"I'm sorry, but I can't risk it. Blind Al would murder me if she knew I let a killer robot into the house to live with us. I need to be 100% positive in this. Now hold still, this will only take maybe, oh I don't know.....twenty minutes," Wade teased as he made a grab for the other man who tried to jump back and ended up miscalculating his move and falling off the couch.

Wade eyed his target up and down who was wearing nothing but a simple wifebeater tank top and sweatpants, quickly taking the opportunity to pounce him on the floor before he could get up.

"No, get off! Wilson, I'm serious! Don't you daahaahaare," Logan was already starting to giggle as he pushed back at the other mutant, though not nearly as hard as he could have.

He didn't know why, but he always got this involuntary giddy feeling whenever he knew that Wade was about to tickle him. He figured it was his brain's way of assuring him that it was nothing to be afraid of, even though it would result in him wanting nothing more than to get away.

The sight of Logan giggling before he was even touched could always make Wade get the goofiest grin on his face. He thought it was absolutely adorable.

"Awww, are you so ticklish that just thinking about it gets you all giggly? To be honest, I don't think a robot is capable of that kind of reaction. I guess you really are telling the truth after all, aren't you?"

Despite it, Wade couldn't resist scribbling his fingers along Logan's sides to get him squirming and laughing without restraint.

"Of cohohourse I ahahaham- Hehehehehahahaah- ya fuckihihihing ihihidiot!" Logan laughed while rolling on his back and taking useless swipes at Wade's hands.

"For the record I'm not tickling you because I think you're a robot. I'm tickling you because why not?" He tried shimmying his hands up into the armpits, but Logan had his arms locked down tight to keep him from going any higher, "C'moooooon, let me in. My hands are nice, I promise. They just want to play with your fun little armpits."

"Noohohoo! Nehehehever!" Logan shook his head firmly and only clamped his arms even tighter in his determination to keep Wade out of the sensitive area.

Wade sighed dramatically with a faked pout, tickling harder into Logan's bottom ribs to make him throw his head back with a loud, deep laugh.

"Well that's disappointing, but I understand. Besides, I know a spot that's currently wide open....," he brought his hands down to his hips, easily feeling through his shirt to find the V-line on his lower stomach and burying his thumbs into the crevices.

Logan snorted loudly before breaking into hysterical giggles and squeals as Wade knowingly savaged his most ticklish spot

"AAHAAhaaha! Nohohot th- thahahat ahahalready!" He barely managed words between his wild laughter and gasps for air until Wade decided to let him free a minute later.

"I'll go easy on you today being that I mistakenly identified you as a robot. Next time though, I probably won't be feeling so charitable so lower your expectations," Wade smiled as he climbed off of his friend and helped him off the floor.

"Maybe ya oughta lay off the science fiction movies for a while, bub. They always seem to put some ridiculous ideas inside your head," Logan smirked and pulled his shirt back down into place as Wade just nodded.

"Maybe you're right. I can't believe I just accused you of being a robot. Hah! Could you imagine?"

"Exactly. Sounds pretty stupid when you spell it out like that, doesn't it?" Logan shook his head as he started to leave the room.

"Yeah, stupid. Stupidest thing I've ever heard," Wade laughed and started picking up the pillows knocked off from the couch in their tussle.

"Sarah Connor..."

Wade immediately whipped his head around to the exaggerated deepened Austrian voice to see Logan pointing a finger gun at him.

"I'll be back," he smirked as he "fired" his gun.

"Terminator!" Wade shouted with wide eyes, pointing at him in accusation.

"Come with me if you want to live," Logan continued with his imitation of the terminator as he laughed and took off running with Wade vaulting over the couch to go tearing after him

The only thing that could be heard from the apartment after that were Wade's repeated declarations to "Kill the machine!" until it was all replaced by the out-of-control laughter of his so-not-a-robot roommate.

[fluffyficsanddreams]

holy freaking crap this was so freaking cute. this is also such a unique idea!! i didn’t think of that at all when i was reading over the prompts, and i absolutely love that you managed to create something so fun and interesting out of a simple word!!

once again, my favorite thing in the entire world is when Logan starts beaming and giggling before Wade’s even done anything yet… it makes me smile like an idiot and kick my feet, i swear, especially considering Logan could lose the stick up his ass once in a while to laugh for real, which is pretty hard to make him do… and Wade gets giggles out of him just by hovering his hands with wiggly fingers? UGH they’re so adorable i wanna squeeze the both of them. wish i could hear Logan’s laughs for myself, but oh well. a guy can dream lol.

absolutely lovely work as always, my dear friend!! once again… i’m very very sorry for how late i am. i feel so bad i don’t think i’ll ever stop apologizing. i swear i didn’t mean to become another ghost. i’ll be more watchful for your posts in the future if you decide to stay, i promise!! 🤞

[lovemybluebully]

Into the Void

Day 26 of Tickletober with the prompt being "Tickle Machine" from the list that I saw (Sam's Tickletober 2025).

Holy shit, I didn't think I was gonna get this finished in time because I had hit a writer's block, but I did it! Yay me! 😁

A quick idea from @fukyohero-0u0 that I stretched into this pretty long fic where Logan literally gets tickled from head to toe. 🤣 He's restrained in this being on a tickle machine and all but still totally SFW as per my usual!

Let me know if you liked this one! 💗

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!TickleMachine x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 5,321

"Do you think we'll have time to check out that abandoned diner again? You know....Relive our first date where we finally started to bond and you were getting lit off of rubbing alcohol and - ."

"No games, Wilson. We're here on strict orders so let's just do what we need to do so we can get back home," Logan huffed in irritation as they walked briskly towards a large building in the near distance of the desolate land.

"I am insulted by your implication that I would be anything but professional. Cheer up, I'm just trying to reminisce a bit with you here," Wade slapped him on the back, receiving an annoyed side eye.

"Well I don't like bein' back in this shit hole so let's cut the crap and focus on the mission here," he growled, but that only invited Wade to throw his arm around his shoulders.

"Aw c'mon, you know some of your funnest times were spent here with your best buddy in the whole entire world. Maybe you can fool yourself, but you aren't fooling me, no sir. By the way, glad to see you back in the yellow suit. Now I don't fell so self-conscious about always wearing mine."

"My suit and that thing you wear are not even comparable, bub. What sorta weirdo gimp convention did you pick that up from anyways?" Logan snorted with a shake of his head as Wade responded with a faked laugh.

"Oooh you wish I was into that kind of thing, don't you? But if that's something you're seriously into then I welcome the possibilities," he sensually rubbed a hand down the body of his own suit, making sizzling noises as he went.

Logan rolled his eyes behind his uniform's mask in disgust, ignoring Wade's further showboating as they continued on their trek through the Void.

They had been sent in by the TVA to do some sweeps of the land and see if there were any other mutants stranded there who were worth returning to their timeline. They hadn't turned up anything yet with Logan just seeing it all as a waste of time, but regardless here they were.

They finally found themselves standing in front of the tall, warehouse looking building as they sized it up.

"Now this looks like a good hide-out for some more resistance fighters. You think we'll find anyone in there?" Wade asked as Logan stepped forward and grabbed a hold of the large, sliding door.

"Only one way to find out," he grunted while heaving the heavy door open with it making loud, screeching noises as it slid over.

"Olly olly oxen free!" Wade yelled inside with a hand to his ear as they waited a few moments and only heard silence, "Guess no one's home. Or maybe they're just feeling shy."

They stepped inside as Logan took a careful look around at their surroundings, sniffing at the air for detection of any possible life forms.

"Seems deserted to me. Guessing this place hasn't seen use in a very long time," he assessed as he noted the light layer of dust on all of the industrial looking machinery scattered throughout the inside of the building, "Alright, I've seen enough. Let's keep movin'."

"You're probably right. Let's head on over to the- Ooooh! What's that over there?" Wade pointed at something inside the building while he practically skipped away out of sight.

"Goddammit....Wade!" Logan sighed in annoyance as he flipped his mask back to improve his line of sight and followed Wade further into the building

He found the other man hunched beside a medieval looking chair with restraints running up and down it as he blew some of the dust off.

"Look at this little contraption. What do you think this was used for? Pretty kinky if I do say so myself."

Seeing the various restraints strapped all along the chair made Logan feel very uneasy.

"This place looks like some kinda freakish laboratory. Probably experimenting on mutants if I had to guess. So don't touch anything," Logan growled as he eyed the various equipment around them warily, giving him flashbacks to the times he'd been a victim of such things.

"Oh, don't be afraid, Pepaw. This stuff looks like it's been out of service for a really long time. It's not like it's just going to jump up and get you," Wade crawled his fingers up Logan's arm like a spider as the bigger man slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Well I don't like it one damn bit. Now you've done enough foolin' around so let's get the fuck out of here. This place gives me the creeps," Logan muttered and shook off the shiver down his back.

"Aw what's your hurry? Just because we're on the job doesn't mean we can't have a little fun," Wade proposed as he excitedly eyed all the various pulley systems and shiny buttons all around them before his eyes landed on a large lever that was sticking out of the nearby wall.

"Fine. You can stay and fuck around all you want. I'll be outside," Logan rolled his eyes as he turned to walk back the way they had come in.

"Hey! Hey Wolvie! Look look look!"

Logan sighed heavily as he turned back around to see what Wade was blabbering about now and was annoyed to see him with his hand grasping the end of the menacing looking lever.

"Check this out. I'm a mad scientist," Wade giggled as he tried his best Dr. Frankenstein impression, "It's alive, Igor! It's ALIIIIVE!"

"Wade, don't you dare pull that- ."

Wade pulled down on the lever and a large table instantly sprang up underneath Logan through the floor, prompting him to yelp in surprise as restraints quickly secured him down by his wrists and ankles before he even knew what was happening.

They both were silent for a minute as they tried to process exactly what had just happened before Logan finally took a deep breath as he closed his eyes in calming

"Wade......Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?"

"Yes, but only twice! You know I need to be told at least three times. Besides I didn't think any of this old junk would actually still work," Wade snorted as he kicked the side of the table and suddenly the machinery around them groaned and began whirring to life.

Logan's eyes widened in alarm as he looked around at all the lighting and movement that had been activated.

"What the fuck did you do?! You just turned the damn thing on!"

"I didn't mean to! How was I supposed to know that was going to jump start everything?! I'm not a mechanic, Logan!"

Logan released his claws, intending to cut himself free but with his wrists restrained like they were with his arms extended straight out from his body the sharp blades were of no use. He then strained all of his now bulging muscles against the cuffs that were binding him in an attempt to break through them with little results.

"Dammit! I can't get loose! You got me into this, you dumb fuck, now get me out!"

"I don't know how!" Wade shouted back as he frantically looked around the table for a way to disable it.

"Well figure it the fuck out and fast! Or so help me- !" Logan paused his angry rant as he heard compartments on the sides of the table hiss open and mechanical limbs began to emerge.

Two slender rods with what looked like needles at the ends began slowly extending in on either side of his head as Logan started to panic.

"Wade!! Fuckin' turn it off!!" He shouted in terror as he had flashbacks of similar appendages being used on him for the adamantium bonding procedure as they now closed in on him, "It's- It's gonna- AAAHHHHHRRRGGG!!"

Wade quickly turned his head away as Logan started to scream, not wanting to see the gory aftermath of what was to befall his friend.

Though after merely a few moments Logan's initial scream had dissolved into small and confused grunts of protest, and Wade finally got the nerve to look and see what was actually happening.

Imagine the shock on his face when it was revealed that small, fluffy feathers had sprouted out from the ends of the appendages and were now teasing at the insides of Logan's ears.

"Wha- ?! The fuck is this?!" Logan flicked his head around and attempted to grit his teeth to hold back the giggles building up in his chest.

Wade walked up and bent over to squint at the activity going on beside Logan's head.

"Are those feathers? Is this thing.....tickling you?" Wade couldn't help snickering at how they had both been panicking moments ago just to end up with this literally laughable situation.

"Quit laughin', moron, and get me outta this shit!" Logan snarled, switching back and forth between pressing each side of his head into his shoulders for defense.

"Hehe, I didn't know you had ticklish ears. How fun! I'll be adding that one to the ol' arsenal for future frolic."

"And I'll be adding my claws to your asshole if you don't do somethin'! NOW!"

"Okay okay," Wade chuckled as he now noticed a control panel beside the table that also had a monitor screen attached to it, walking over to it as the screen showed an outline of the man strapped to the table, "Huh. Looks like it did a full body scan of you. The area around your ears is currently illuminated."

"Fuckin' fascinating! Now turn it the fuck ohohoff!" Logan barked with giggles starting to creep out of him as the feathers traced the sensitive outer shells of his ears.

"Sorry, none of these controls are labeled. I don't see any big, red emergency stop button like you always see in the movies either. Hmmm....," Wade pondered and surveyed the collection of buttons, knobs and switches before him, "Do you think there's like, maybe an operator's manual or something laying arou- ."

"WADE!!"

"Alright alright, I guess I will just have to go with the scientifically always foolproof method of selection....," Wade then put a hand over his eyes while hovering his pointed finger above the controls, "Eenie meenie miney mo."

With that he pressed a random button and the rods that were tormenting Logan's ears retracted back into the table as the machine fell silent.

Logan was surprised to find that that had worked as he smiled and let out a sigh of relief, rubbing the lingering itch from his ears against his shoulders.

"Hey. Ya did it. Ya actually did it."

Wade stood up tall with pride though was surprised himself that he had chosen the correct button.

"Of course I did! That'll teach you to ever doubt my intellectual prowess. I think an apology is in order for all of my selfless and hard work to- ."

Wade's boasting was cut short as he did a double take when a small flashing light on the monitor got his attention, and with his second look he could see that it was blinking in the outline right around Logan's waistline.

"You're right. I'll give credit where credit is due. Ya did good, bub," Logan nodded before noticing that Wade appeared a little distracted, "Ya listenin' over there? If I'm gonna praise ya then it would be nice if you would pay attention."

"Huh? Oh oh yeah yeah! Thanks for that. Anytime pal! Anytime!" Wade's eyes widened slightly behind his mask, having to hold back a gasp as he watched two mechanical hands silently creep up from under the table unbeknownst to the trapped man.

"Well now that that's over let's get back to figuring out how to open these- AAhaha! What the- ?! Hey! HEY! Are you fuckin' kidding meheeheeheee?! Ahahahaha shihihiiiit!!"

Logan was forced to laugh in dismay as the mechanical hands now tickled aggressively into his lower ribs through his uniform top while he wriggled on the table.

"I thohohohought you stohohopped ihihihiiiit?!"

"I thought so too! Lucky ass tickle machine gets to have all the fun," Wade pouted with jealousy as he wasn't used to seeing Logan squirming in ticklish desperation when he wasn't the one causing it.

"Well try agahahahahahain! Ahahand d- dohon't fuhuhuhuck up thihihis tihihihiiime!"

"Easier said than done. You can't possibly expect me to know what to do here. Besides you've been nothing but a big grump to me ever since we left the house this morning. I'm not so sure I want to help you," Wade crossed his arms with a smirk, obviously teasing but Logan was becoming frantic.

"Okaahaay, I'm sohohorry! Hahahahahaha! Waahahahaade pleeheeheease! Tuhuhurn it ohohoff!" Logan pleaded as the hands seemed to learn and homed in on the extra ticklish spots towards the backside of his ribcage, making him cackle loudly.

"Was that a 'please' AND a 'sorry'? Well that's a start, but okay, I'll see what I can do. Besides this machine is starting to piss me off. Trying to upstage my well-practiced skills like this," he looked over the controls again before shrugging and flipping the nearest toggle switch.

The light on the screen turned off and the hands that had been torturing Logan pulled away from his body as he gratefully sucked in some air.

"What....the fuck....is happening?"

"Well it appears you have fallen victim to a device that has been specially crafted purely for the purpose of tickle torture. A pretty ingenious invention really," Wade mused, highly entertained by these recent events.

"It's ridiculous is what it is. Tickle torture? Who the fuck would create a machine like this?"

"I'm not sure, but I kinda want to take it home with me. Hey, do you think they'd let me- ."

"Not funny, Wade!"

Wade snorted through his snickering.

"Aw c'mon, it was a joke! Besides, you know that no one tickles you but me, Peanut," Wade reached over and poked Logan in his wide-open armpit, making him jump and growl in displeasure.

"Cut it out, asshole! And get me the fuck offa this thing!"

Suddenly the machine begin showing signs of activity again as Logan groaned and dropped his head back.

"Please tell me that's just making noise because it's about to release me."

Wade glanced at the monitor before looking back at his friend.

"Welllll.....do you want me to lie to you? In that case, everything is going to be ooookay," he said slowly and very unconvincingly while giving a half-hearted thumbs up.

"Fuuuuuck. What is it? Is it bad?"

Wade studied the screen again as he came to a realization.

"Hmm, this machine appears to have a certain level of sentience and has the ability to pick up on things, like your reactions and whatever words it hears. It learns and it adapts to tickle you more efficiently. And I think I may have inadvertently tattled on you by tickling your armpit. Oopsies," Wade put his hands up in a shrug, triggering Logan's temper again.

He was about to explode into another angry tirade but the hands that had been tickling his sides earlier now sprang for his armpits as they dug mercilessly into the exposed areas. Logan literally howled as he arched off the table and broke into some of the wildest laughter Wade had ever heard from him.

"Bwwahahahahaha! Fuhuhuhuck! Nooohohohohooo! Haahahahahahaha! Gehehehehet 'em ohohohooff!!" He shrieked, trying desperately to break free with all of his might and pull his arms down.

"I don't know if it's a good idea for me to keep trying. I seem to just be making it worse every time," Wade was hesitant to touch any of the controls, knowing Logan was just going to blame him if anything went wrong again.

"Yoohoohoou gotta doohoohoohooo sohohohohomething!! Gaaahahahahahahahaa! Thihihis ihihisn't fahaahaahaair!" Logan snorted uncontrollably as the hands observed that using a simple two-finger method of probing under his arms made him thrash extra hard.

Logan thought Wade was bad when it came to tickling him, but this was on another level. Wade was always silly and playful about it and knew when he'd had enough, but the machine was completely devoid of any kind of mercy. It accurately pinpointed his most sensitive spots and didn't let up for a second.

"Waaahaaahaahaaahaade!!"

"You know I've always longed to hear you screaming my name so passionately. Alright, I'll give it another try," he then broke into a mischievous smile, "But first I wanna hear you say that you love me."

"Whaahahahahat?!"

"Yup. And you had better mean it."

"Fuhuhuhuck yoohoou, ya prihihihiick!"

"Close, but not quite. It's either that or be tickled to death. I know I know, such a tough decision," Wade tsked, knowing he had Logan's back against the wall.

Logan really couldn't take anymore as the merciless fingers raked up and down his armpits and along the sensitive sides of his chest just at the edges of the large pec muscles.

"Okaahahahaay! HaahahahahahaDahahahaammit! I lo-hahahahaha love yoohoohooou!"

"No lie? Best friends forever?"

"Yesyes!! Forehehehehever!" Logan managed to squeal out before Wade hit another random combination of buttons and the hands withdrew again.

"Awww I love you too, my sweet little honey badger," Wade made a heart shape with his hands, but Logan couldn't be bothered with it at the moment.

"Whaaa.....Whatever.....As long as.....there's no more.....ticklin'....."

"You don't mean forever, right? Because I can tell you right now that that is never happening. You know I get too many urges to make you giggle your cute little head off."

"Sadly....I'd take you any day....over this," Logan admitted as he got his breath back, "So it's done, right? That's it?"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure that I finally....," Wade paused as he saw another light flashing on the screen, this time on an area that Logan absolutely could not stand to be tickled, "Uhhhm.....Uh oh..."

Logan's face fell in complete and utter dismay at hearing Wade say that.

"Oh fuck no. 'Uh oh'?! Whaddya mean 'Uh oh'?!?!"

"I mean, hypothetically....you're not that ticklish on your tummy, right?"

"WHAT?!?!" His eyes widened, seeing the mechanical hands raise again and move in on their target as he started to thrash around like crazy, "NO!! No no, not there! Anywhere but there! Wade, ya gotta stop it!"

"But it might tickle you even worse if I try! Are you certain it's worth the risk?"

"I don't see much of a choice at this poHoHOhOHohOint! Fuck! Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Aaaahahahahahah! Staahahahahaap iiiiit!" Logan instantly exploded into uncontrollable laughter as the hands began massaging into his hardened belly.

Wade couldn't help just watching for a little while, always amused by how ridiculously ticklish the tough mutant proved to be. Logan might disagree but it was nice to hear him laugh and see a smile on his face even if it did have to be tortured out of him.

"I gotta say, it's kind of funny that despite that suit of yours being a thick and protective layer it's still pretty easy to tickle you through it. At least you have it though. Imagine how bad it would be if you didn't have it...," Wade stupidly remarked, forgetting that the machine was capable of adapting.

An extra hand came forward and grabbed the bottom of Logan's uniform top as it pulled it up and held it back to completely expose the bare, hairy skin of his stomach. The mindless fingers immediately buried themselves in as they kneaded into the sculpted muscles that were absolutely useless at defending from tickles.

"YOOOUUU IHIHIHIHIDIOHOHOHOHOHOOT!!" Was all Logan could get out before he was overwhelmed by his inability to stop laughing as the intensity of the sensations went up a level.

"Whoops. Hehe, guess I really fucked you over on that one. Hang in there, buddy. I promise we'll get this all figured out. Just bear with me here....," Wade tried to assure him as he had to decide what his next move would be with the controls.

"HUHUHURRY UHUHUUUUP! I CAAHAAHAAN'T TAHAHAAKE- !" Logan lost his voice to a breathless wheeze, gasping helplessly as his sensitive V-line was discovered and now decimated with all of the tickle attention.

Wade turned to look to see what had caused that response from Logan and watched how the hands pried and wiggled into the hyper-ticklish valleys that separated his lower abdominal muscles. He had lovingly nicknamed that as Logan's "death spot" because of how quickly the man would fall apart whenever it was even breathed on.

Logan was now erupting between loud guffaws and long-winded wheezing as he squirmed his hips in attempts to dislodge the hands though they had proved to be more than relentless. His face was beet red with his nose scrunched from all his laughter and tears squeezing from his eyes as the most ticklish spot on his whole body was attacked with precision.

He was more than relieved when only a few seconds later the hands all pulled away from him once again when Wade had tried another combination of switches and dials. This round was going to take him a little longer to recover from as he greedily gulped down air.

"Waaa.....Wade.....This thing.....is....gonna........kill me......," he panted, wanting nothing more than to protectively cover his still vulnerable stomach with his arms.

"Ahh looks like you're finally taking the power of this 'ridiculous' machine a little more seriously now. And I have a feeling it has the potential to be a lot worse than what it's shown so far. Never fear though, Wade Wilson is on the job to get you out of this," Wade declared with a grin that only made Logan groan.

"Well you've done a real bang-up job so far," he rolled his eyes sarcastically before a whimper escaped him when he heard the machine kick on again, "Oh fuck, what now?"

Surprisingly only a few feathers now emerged and started swirling and swishing around his neck, which sent him into a crazed giggle fit, though he was at least able to scrunch his neck down into his uniform's collar for a little protection.

"Heheheehehee- Fuhuhuckin' hell! At leeheeast thihiis time it's not th-thahahaahaat bahaahaad! Pr-Pretty tahahahaame actually."

No sooner had he said that that the feathers promptly pulled back, and hands appeared as they held Logan's legs down below his knees while others got busy rapidly undoing the straps on his tall boots.

"....Okay, that one wasn't my fault this time," Wade was quick to point out as Logan broke into a panic as he realized what was happening.

The cuffs around his ankles temporarily retracted while his legs were held in place so the boots could be stripped off, revealing a large pair of very tender looking feet before the restraints wrapped around his ankles again.

"Wait! Shit! I didn't mean it! D-Don't! Don't touch my feet!"

Wade cringed, knowing how unbearably ticklish Logan's feet were. He himself was rarely able to tickle him there because of how hard the man would kick in reaction, resulting in Wade suffering many injuries from trying.

Unfortunately, once the machine was already set in motion to a perceived command it was unable to be swayed. Each foot got the attention of two hands as they scratched and scribbled at his soles, tickling up and down the fleshy lengths from the balls of his feet to his heels.

Logan completely lost it as he bucked and laughed hysterically, his feet writhing as much as possible against the tickling assault while yanking with all his might at the restraints on his ankles. A few reckless kicks were usually able to get anyone away who dared trying to tickle his feet, but this time he was unable to escape.

He could only laugh helplessly and tried curling his toes for some protection but the hands just held his toes back so evil fingers could dig into the untouched spaced underneath them, making him release a series of uncharacteristic squeals that Wade had never heard from him before.

"Hang on, Logan! I'll save you!" Wade shouted as he turned to the control panel and frantically started pressing every dial, button and knob that he could see, trying to overload the system to get it to shut down.

Though while he was doing that a message saying "No Breaks Mode Now Activated" scrolled across the screen as Wade let out a short, high-pitched scream when he read it before hearing Logan scream even louder.

He looked to see that a dozen extra mechanical hands had come out of the table as well as the feathers from earlier to descend on the poor mutant all at once, attacking full-bore on every spot he'd been tickled before.

"THIHIHIS IS FUHUHUHUCKING INSAAHAAHAAHAAANE!" Logan screamed through his out-of-control laughter, fighting with every bit of energy he had left to escape.

Wade wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't know how he was supposed to disable this seemingly unstoppable machine.

It had been funny at first to see Logan in this situation, but now it was clearly taking it too far. This machine wasn't doing this for the enjoyment of it. It was simply programmed to tickle its subject beyond their limits likely for interrogation purposes.

Wade however liked to tickle for fun. Because he liked to make others laugh and see joy radiating from their faces, especially that of his frequently grumpy companion. Logan didn't particularly like being tickled, but he knew Wade's intentions came from a good place and allowed it, despite him always acting otherwise.

Really it didn't bother him that much, and he even tended to have some fun with it, especially once he had learned that Wade was also very ticklish and started tickling him back. Tickle fights between them were much more common these days and Wade wouldn't trade these good times for anything.

"FUHUHUHUUCK!! WAAHAAHAAADE MAHAHAAKE IT STOHOHOHOOOP!!"

Logan's desperate cry got his attention again as he looked to see tears streaming down the man's cheeks as he was literally tickled all over from head to toe.

Wade suddenly was overcome with a feeling that could only be construed as a form of jealousy as something inside of him just snapped. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing, he had pulled his katanas out of their sheaths on his back and started slicing at the control panel.

The adamantium blades made quick work of reducing it all to a twisted pile of metal as Wade turned his fiery attention to the table and quickly cut all of the tickling arms and appendages in two, sending everything crashing onto the floor in a broken heap.

Wade stood there poised protectively over the half-incapacitated man, daring anything else to try coming at him again. There was only the buzzing and crackling of the disabled mechanical circuits laying in pieces on the ground and no further movement whatsoever from the now destroyed machine.

It was a minute before Logan was even able to find his voice again as he looked up at Wade in unconcealed astonishment.

"Wade......," he croaked out weakly as Wade re-sheathed his swords and hovered closer to him to hear what he had to say.

"ShhhShhhShhh, don't talk now. Save your strength. And once you've got your breath back then you can thank me- Aaargh! Fuck!" Wade shouted as he now had Logan's claws lodged into his stomach, standing right in front of where his hand had been restrained.

"Are you....tellin' me.....you...had those....this entire.....time?"

Logan was doing his best to deliver a dangerous glare though some of the severity was lost in his weakened state as Wade just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Haha! I know, right? I totally forgot about them in all this excitement. But look at it this way, now we have a memorable story to share when we get back home!"

Wade grunted as Logan retracted his claws out of him.

"Wade, listen to me very closely. No one, and I mean no one is going to hear about this. Ya got it?"

"Awww okay fine, you buzzkill. I guess it'll just be a fond little memory for the two of us then," Wade nudged him playfully before pulling one of his swords back out, "Let's get you out of this. Be still now. I don't want to accidentally cut you."

"I don't care if ya cut my damn hands off, just get me offa this table," Logan growled and with a couple of well-aimed swipes the cuffs on his wrists were broken away.

He immediately brought his arms down in relief as he slowly sat up and tried to process the torture session he'd just gone through. Wiping the tears off of his blush-burnt cheeks he was annoyed to find the laughter induced endorphins swirling in his head, so he wasn't feeling as bad as he tried to make out. It had been torture, but not the worst he'd ever experienced.

He really couldn't be that mad at Wade either. Sure, he was his irritating and provoking self during the whole process and just ended up making things worse, but in the end, he was only trying to help. And aside from his pride, he was relatively unscathed from it all so really no harm done.

"Well you're gonna have to lay off with the ticklin' for at least a year now. I think I more than filled my quota with that one."

Wade looked up in shock to see a crooked smile on Logan's face, surprised that the feral mutant wasn't cursing him out right now. It was a relief to see that Logan wasn't too upset with him.

"Tell you what, I'll give you a day to recover because I'm a nice guy. I don't want to spoil you with too much leniency," he smirked back as Logan sighed and shook his head.

"Can't blame me for tryin'. Thanks, I guess. Now go find my boots for me, would ya? Then we can get outta this place and put it far behind us."

Wade nodded as he glanced around, seeing the boots laying at the base of the table before also noting that Logan's ankles were still cuffed. Logan was too busy shaking the stiff kinks out of his arms to notice Wade moving in close to the end of the table until it was too late.

"Bwaahaahaha! You- You fuhuhuhuhuckeraahahahaha!" Logan burst into hard laughter as Wade tickled his still trapped bare feet, leaning forward to try to swat the man away as he pulled hard to get free.

"When is this opportunity ever going to arise again where you can't kick me in the face for this? Don't hate the player, hate the game," Wade teased as he got in a few more good tickles before Logan's claws shot out to cut himself free and jerk his feet back to safety.

Feeling proud of himself for taking advantage of that, Wade then bent over to pick up the boots before tossing them over to the defensibly curled-up Wolverine.

"Alright, enough screwing around now. Make yourself decent and let's get a move on. We've got some mutants to hunt down!"

Logan shook his head and got to work pulling his boots back on and redoing the straps.

"Just do me a favor, next time when I say 'don't touch anything' I really mean don't touch anything. Save us both a little grief," Logan may have said that in a joking sort of way, but he was dead serious and Wade knew it.

"Have a little faith, dear Logie. But okay, fine. Scout's honor. I promise to always listen to you next time. Nope, won't totally ignore you at all. No siree.....," Wade smiled as he held his hand up in honor while he had his other hand behind his back with his fingers crossed. 🤞

[fluffyficsanddreams]

to be honest, i went into this kind of unsure, but i was very pleasantly surprised! i normally don’t read stuff with machines or actual restraints because it tends to make me pretty uncomfortable, but this didn’t really do that!

i’m really glad that there was a wholesome element to this where Wade was genuinely trying to help and just wanted to hear Logan letting loose—seems to be a reoccurring theme here, huh? Logan needs to take the hint and laugh more often otherwise he ends up in situations like these lol.

i’m sorry i don’t have more to say because like i said fics like these that involve machines make me uncomfy, but i still enjoyed it nonetheless! there had not been a single fic of yours that i have ever disliked, my friend. i’m so sorry i was so late to see this. i swear i didn’t mean to leave you hanging. 😞

[lovemybluebully]

The Test

Day 17 of Tickletober with the prompt being "Magic Spell" from Sam's Tickletober 2025 list.

Branching off from DP/W for a moment for this Origins fic that I just thought to try right now! lol Kayla and Logan don't end up together at the end, but I like seeing these little moments where Logan gets to truly be happy for once and he really did love her. 🥰 (I know some people hate on her, but let him be happy, dammit!)

Hope you like this one!

"X-men Origins: Wolverine"-verse

ler!Kayla/Silverfox x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 3,012

Logan never knew he could live a life like this. A simple, domestic life with a regular, steady job and free from all conflicts like wars or his former association with Team X. A life without the need for violence where he could be happy along with the woman that he'd always dreamed of having.

The heat from the fire he had going in the mantle felt good on his bare skin as he sat on the couch in front of it. He had dressed down to nothing but a loose pair of lounge pants and it always tickled him how Kayla would turn her head at times to take pleased glances at his naked chest.

He watched as she meticulously puttered around their cabin, putting away the dishes from their supper while she recanted some of the events from her own job at the local elementary school.

"The kids were extra restless today in the classroom with the weather being so nice outside so I decided to take them on a short nature walk in the woods where they could enjoy it all. Though I admit it's not easy to keep all of them rounded up and stop them from wandering off."

Logan snorted in amusement.

"I get that. Sometimes I feel like a babysitter myself at the logging sites. I gotta make sure a lot of these guys they hire ain't gonna do anything stupid that'll get someone killed," he shook his head, taking a sip from the beer in his hand.

"A little more high stakes than working with actual children, I suppose. Still, it would be nice if there was an easy way to get them all to listen," she gave a small sigh as Logan gently rolled his eyes.

"Ya know you literally have the ability to do just that."

"My powers aren't to be used for such trivial things, Logan. As much as I'd like to make life a bit easier, I don't think it's morally responsible."

Logan lifted a brow and didn't seem entirely convinced.

"That right? So you're sayin' that you never use those persuasion powers of yours on me, huh."

"Cross my heart. Besides do you realize how often you defy my wishes? If I were influencing you then you would be beckoning at my every whim. And I'll prove it," she smiled and walked over to place a hand on his knee, "Now I want you to kiss me like you mean it."

Kayla barely had the words out before Logan reached over to cup the back of her head to pull her closer as he kissed her passionately, and after several long seconds he released her with her just staring back at him in awe.

"Well that proves it, you cast your magic spell on me. Witch," Logan teased, causing immediate protest from her.

"That one wasn't fair. I need to choose something that you don't want to do," she then eyed the bottle he was holding in his other hand and was now inspired, asking innocently, "Fresh beer?"

He knew what she was up to right away and that his next actions would be the proof that she was seeking. He looked down at the beer before holding it up a little with a teasing smile.

"Why yes, it is."

"It looks refreshing. Like it's ice-cold contents could quench the thirst stirring in my throat," Kayla grinned back, keeping her hand on his leg for contact as she made her request, "Hand it over."

Logan's eyes suddenly focused on her as if he were in a trance as he started slowly extending the beer towards her, though he was quick to break his facade as he then brought the bottle to his lips to take a few big gulps.

"Guess you're right. Either that or your powers just aren't good enough to work on me," he had a cocky smirk on his face that triggered her desire to take him down a peg.

"You may be right. Which is why it's beneficial to have other methods of persuasion up my sleeve..."

Before Logan could blink her hands were on his sides and tickling away as he snorted in a brief attempt to contain his laughter though it was unsuccessful.

"Hehehehehe, ya lil' dehehehevil!" He couldn't stop the giggles as he squirmed on the couch, trying to evade her hands and not drop his beer at the same time, "Okahaay okaahaahaay! It's yohohohohours!"

Kayla stopped as he handed her the cold glass bottle while grinning triumphantly as she merely took a small sip before wiping her lips with her hand and giving the drink back to him.

"See? I don't need any special powers to get what I want from you. You're simply just too ticklish for you own good."

"Hmph. Well good thing you're the only one I gotta worry about when it comes to that," he pulled her down onto his lap, settling his hands about the small of her back as she rubbed a hand over his chest muscles.

"Aren't you lucky," she smiled in adoration, now stroking her fingers through his long sideburns, "That information could be devastating in the wrong hands. Imagine your worst enemies knowing all of your little weak spots as well as I do."

Logan grimaced with a growl rumbling in his chest and shook his head.

"I'd rather not. Besides that's not anything that they'd ever think to try. And even if they did it wouldn't get them anywhere with me."

Kayla arched a doubting eyebrow.

"So you're saying that if instead of Stryker just asking you to rejoin the team, he had you tickled and you still wouldn't give in? Forgive me for finding that hard to believe. You literally cave any time I tickle you for longer than five seconds," she teasingly poked his stomach, making him twitch and give her a playful glare.

"It's different with you, obviously. We're just playin'. Stryker though....he doesn't play. And I'd see it as nothing other than another kind of torture that I have to hold out against at all costs."

"Oooooh, tough guy huh? I'll believe it when I see it."

"Hate to tell ya, but you're not gonna because it'll never happen," he shrugged, tilting the beer bottle back to his mouth to finish the rest.

"I still don't think you would last if it did. Those cretins wouldn't be as nice as I am either."

Logan pretended to choke on his beer before placing the empty bottle down.

"That's you bein' nice? Shit, then it's a good thing you kinda like me, huh?"

His tone had grown a little husky as he leaned into Kayla's neck to take in her scent while her hands caressed the back of his head, running her fingers through his thick hair.

"Like the sunrise over the mountain tops. But you've got me curious, so how about we test out your claim and see how much of it holds true?"

He paused to chuckle in disbelief against her throat.

"...Really?"

"Why not? It should be no problem according to you. Unless that was all just big talk," she purred beside his ear, turning his mind to putty.

"Heh, just half of it maybe," he admitted sheepishly as he allowed her to slowly push him back so that he was now laying across the couch cushions with her straddling his hips.

"You're not afraid, are you?" She teased and grabbed his wrists to guide his hands up above his head, giving them a firm press to indicate for him to leave them there.

"Of course not," he boasted though had to bite back an anticipatory giggle at the thought of what was potentially about to happen, "Are we seriously doing this?"

"Absolutely. I think we both need to see how much you can really take. It'll be fun," she wiggled her fingers underneath his chin as he quickly tucked it with a smile, "Now keep your hands right where they are. As soon as you pull your arms down that tells me that you can't take any more."

"I know the game. Can't say I've ever played it though," he shook his head in disbelief that he was actually going to go through with this, "Be honest, you're not castin' another one of your witchy spells on me to get me to comply?"

"Nope. I'm afraid it's all your own doing," Kayla smiled as he let out a groan.

"I was afraid of that. I'm gettin' too soft these days."

"Don't worry, this will toughen you right back up. Now the question is where to begin....?"

"Fuck.....Surprise me," he shut his eyes as he tensed up and gripped the couch cushions with his hands to brace himself.

He then felt her weight on him shift and a couple seconds later fingers were scratching at the bottom of his foot as he immediately barked a loud laugh and kicked out.

"NOHOho hey, let's leave the feet out of this," he chuckled uneasily as he opened his eyes to give her a pleading look, though seeing the mischievous twinkle in hers.

"This is a real-life simulation, Logan. Your enemies will leave no spot spared and neither will I," she now reached behind her with both hands as she tickled his bare soles with Logan breaking instantly.

"Shit!! Hahahaha no! Please! I cahahahan't- Ahahaahaahaa!" He pleaded, trying so hard not to struggle so aggressively that he'd end up hurting her.

Seeing his reactions, she couldn't help giggling at how sensitive the rugged man was.

"Begging already? Ohh you're so screwed if you ever get captured and tortured like this," she teased, now attacking the toes on his flailing feet as he managed to hold in a squeal though unable to take any more.

Kayla found herself being thrown forward as Logan's knees quickly bent upwards so he could get his feet flat against the couch. Leaning over him, she smiled at how he had curled up defensively and even had his arms now protectively crossed over his body despite not being touched there yet.

"Well that didn't take long. You already failed the test. I'm afraid that will be going on your permanent record," she pretended to look disappointed though being far from it.

"Sorry," he laughed without any shame, "But at the end of all this it's still you ticklin' me and my mind won't let me think otherwise."

"So you can't just imagine me as say, Stryker," she sat up and deepened her voice to imitate Logan's former commander, "Your country needs you, Logan. If you don't rescind your refusal to rejoin my team, then you shall be tickled without mercy until you change your tune."

Logan frowned lightheartedly and reached up a hand to stroke her cheek.

"Darlin' you're far too beautiful for me to ever picture you as looking like that sack o' shit," he then broke into a contented smile as he stared into her eyes with her returning his loving gaze.

"That's very sweet. Almost makes me want to reconsider continuing this tickling session."

"Ya mean there's more??" Logan grunted in faked irritation as he leaned his head back and dropped his hand down to his stomach, making Kayla giggle.

"Oh, you thought you were just going to get out of it that easily?" She grinned, snagging his wrists again to lift his arms and place his hands back up above his head.

"Can't blame a guy for tryin'," he shrugged with the feeling of his torso once again being vulnerable making him chuckle nervously, "Uggh this is gonna be bad."

"I know you'll do your best. Hopefully you can take it a little longer than you did with your feet."

"Gonna try, but still I wouldn't stake your life- Hehehehehe hey! Thahahanks for the wahahaharnin'!" He dissolved into giggles as her hands started gently tickling along his ribcage.

"Your enemies will not be giving you a warning either. We're going for authenticity here," Kayla grinned, massaging his ribs to get the tickles in deep through the muscle as he writhed and arched his back underneath her, holding onto the couch for dear life with his hands.

"Waahaait! Aaah! Tahaahaake it eheeasy! Heehehehehehe!"

"Oh, but I am. This is just a warm-up for you. We're about to get serious here...."

"Nohoho th-thahaat's serious ehehenough! Ahahahaha shihihiiiit!" He cackled and thought he was going to lose it as her lithe fingers started to scribble and swirl all over his stomach.

"Maybe we should have tied you up. You're much too squirmy. It would've been more convincing of a simulation anyways," Kayla watched in loving amusement while his body rolled around on the couch, somehow still managing to bear the tickling despite how badly he wanted to give in, "What's the matter? Is someone too ticklish on his little tummy?"

That childish tease made Logan try to growl but it was instantly swallowed up by his laughter.

"Thehehehe- They're nohohohot gohonna- Haahahahahah- sahahahaay that shihihihit tohoohoo mehehee!"

"It's possible that they might. You know, for the humiliation factor. But me though.....I'm saying it because I think you're cute," she bent down to try to kiss him on the lips while still tickling him and he was able to close his mouth for a quick second to fulfill that before he sputtered out laughing again.

"Hehehehey lady! Wahahaha- Wahahatch your mohohohouth! I'm nohohoot cuhuhuuute!"

"Was that a threat, my dear Logan?" Her eyes narrowed in a playfully dangerous way that had Logan squeaking in dread.

"NO!! Nohohoho it wahahasn't!" He was squirming frantically to get out from under her but still held his arms up which invited her to carry on.

"Because I don't think I need to tell you that it is a very very bad idea to threaten someone who knows all of your most ticklish spots....," her hands began slowly working their way up his sides in foreboding.

"You're rihihight! I taahaahaake it bahaack! Shit! Pleeheeheease! Mercy! Mercy-eeheeHEEHeEhEEheE! FUHuHUhuhuck!"

Kayla laughed herself when Logan literally squealed once her fingers sank into the soft centers of his hairy armpits. He was sooo ticklish there that she couldn't miss the opportunity to really get him with his arms being forced to stay up.

"STOPSTOHOHOHOOP!! AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!" He snorted between hysterical bouts of laughter and out of breath wheezing as tears sprung from his eyes.

He normally kept his armpits guarded well so it wasn't often that Kayla got the opportunity to tickle him in that area, but the times she managed to always got the best reactions. The man couldn't even speak now from how hard he was laughing.

"I didn't think you'd be able to last two seconds of this. I must say that I am impress- ," her words cut off as Logan slammed his arms down onto her hands, making them go still.

Her eyes wandered over the large biceps now clinging defensively against his sides, reminding her of the strength of the man she had been dealing with, which just made his ticklish weakness that much more charming.

She smiled at the red-faced, panting mutant underneath her as she finally finished her earlier train of thought.

"Was. Was impressed."

"Still.....better than....ya thought," Logan leaned his head back as he tried to get his breathing under control again.

"I suppose you're right. But you still gave in," her hands remained stuck underneath his arms as she teasingly dug in one last time, getting a giggling yelp out of him before she pulled free, "Let's just hope you never really do get tickle tortured."

Logan looked more than humbled by all that had just happened, but regardless he had a lopsided grin on his face.

"I know it obviously doesn't look like it, but I swear I'd hold out if I ever found myself in that situation," he insisted and sat up to settle his girlfriend comfortably onto his lap again as she reached up to brush back the loose strands of hair on his forehead.

"I'll believe you. Just promise you won't ever hold out on me. I love to watch you laugh and see you look happy," she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck now, leaning forward to kiss his awaiting mouth.

"Mmm, I can promise you that this is the happiest I've ever been in my life, love. I mean it. There's not a damn thing I would change about us," he kept going in for more kisses which she obliged to.

"How do you know I don't have you under my spell?" She couldn't help teasing him, making him chuckle and break off.

"I just let ya tickle the fuck outta me, didn't I? If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"I guess you have a point. Don't worry, I'll be sure to show you how much I love you any time you'd like."

Logan paused as other thoughts swirled in his mind before realizing what she had really meant.

"Ohh.....You're still talkin' about tickling, aren't ya?"

"Yes Logan, they call that a double entendre. But I'm open to discussing the other side of that as well," she lowered her voice, catching Logan's attention again as a grin bloomed onto his face.

"Well that's good. 'Cause I think I've earned myself a little reward after all the torture ya just put me through."

"Very well," she delivered a tempting smile as she pushed back on him to guide him to lay back down.

"Heh, uhh deja vu," he laughed softly as his arms habitually moved in close to his sides.

"Relax, sweetie. Tickling isn't on the agenda now. I've got my eye on another prize..."

Logan growled with pleasure at the implication, gently pulling her down to lay on top of him as he began letting his hands roam over her back side.

"If this is where it gets me then feel free to use your powers on me any time."

"I'd be glad to. Now put your arms back up again."

"................."

"Just joking!"

"Devil woman."

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awwwww, this was such a joy to read. this might be an unpopular opinion, but i think Logan and Kayla are one of the best pairings with him (in the movies, before everything went to shit). they’re just so stinking cute together, and i really love how you wrote Logan to show that he’s still quite unharmed in terms of trauma (for him lol), not quite as hardened to the world and closed off as he is in the future. i really love the both of them together and their playful but also incredibly loving energy in this is just so freaking adorable, i was smiling like an idiot the entire time i was reading. i really do think she genuinely loved him, y’all can fight me on that lol.

once again, a wonderful read!! go take an extra minute or two of your time to leave a comment or a reblog for this wonderful writer. it means the world to us!!

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life update question mark?

i know i haven’t actually posted anything substantial in a little while, so i think my blog might be slowing down a bit from this point on in terms of my usual content like art and fics (in part due to the fact that a total of 5 people liked the last thing i posted, and nobody gave any sort of feedback).

most of you know i’ve been in a very long creative block for the past few months, and i haven’t managed to get myself back out of it no matter what i’ve tried. i suppose i might just have to take a bit of a break? i’m not super sure what i need. i’ll still be on tumblr, obviously, and interact with posts once in a while, but i feel like my creativity has screeched to a halt. i know nobody’s going to see or interact with this post anyway, but for the maybe three people that do, that’s what’s going on. thank you to my select couple friends on here that support everything i do, though! i really appreciate you - a special thanks to @lovemybluebully for being a big inspiration and friend who has never let me down and is always super supportive. ❤️

here’s a drawing of sebastian stan for your trouble that i did the other day since i’ve been obsessing over him recently lol.

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The Chase

Day 8 of Tickletober with the prompt being "Chasing" from Sam's Tickletober 2025 list.

This is a ticklish!Wade fic that I had given a glimpse to sometime back so I luckily already had a good chunk of it written and just needed to fill in some big gaps and the ending. Thought it would fit in perfectly for this prompt. 👌 This is a longer one, but happy to finally get it out there. 😊

Whew! This is kinda hard trying to crank out so many fics, but I hope you're enjoying the show so far! More to come!

I apologize in advance for any typos or errors.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Logan/Wolverine x lee!Wade/Deadpool

Word Count: 3,300

Wade Wilson was happy. The happiest he had been in a long time since his life seemed to have hit a downward spiral. It was quite a trial to get back to this point, but he wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.

Wolverine was his new current partner; a team-up he had been wishing to happen for ages. He wasn't THE Wolverine and upon finding that he was actually dubbed the worst Wolverine in all the multi-verses Wade at first thought he had made a huge mistake.

But he was never more happy to be proven wrong, and together they were able to keep Wade's universe and all the people he loved in it from becoming gone forever. Logan had been willing to sacrifice his life to achieve that and Wade would be eternally grateful to him.

And now they were roommates. Living together in Wade's small apartment with the merc's newly acquired companion, Dogpool, and the most foul-mouthed, blind woman that Logan had ever met. There was naturally an adjustment period, but it had all worked out for the most part.

Eventually they had both been hired by Shield and started to do missions together that made the need for them to wear their proper uniforms.

Logan's old uniform top had obviously been destroyed during their selfless act to save the world so while he waited for Wade's tailor from the TVA to create him a new one, Wade bought him a substitute for the meantime; one of those t-shirts with an image of Wolverine's classic uniform imprinted on it complete with fake abs drawn into the design. And it was way too small.

They were now back at their apartment to wind down after their latest mission and Logan was once again complaining about his situation.

"How much longer do I have to keep wearing this? I look fuckin' ridiculous," Logan muttered with a quick tug at the skin-tight shirt he wore as Wade smiled suggestively.

"You don't have to wear anything you don't want to, Mr. Beefcake. Feel free to go ahead and take off anything that's ailing you," Wade sat there waiting expectantly for Logan to strip in front of him, but a smack to the back of his head snapped him out of it.

"That's not what I meant. I mean how long until my new suit is ready? It's been weeks now," he growled as Wade simply shrugged with no real answer.

"Weeeell you know these things take time, Peanut. You can't rush such exquisite tailorship. It's a true art form."

"I look like a joke in this thing. I'm sure people are laughing at me whenever I show up," Logan grumbled as Wade giggled and teasingly trailed his fingers up the length of his sinewy arm.

"You know you can always go shirtless next time, beautiful. Guarantee absolutely no one would mind that," Wade glances offscreen to the readers, "Pants are also purely optional."

Logan rolled his eyes before face-palming with a tired groan.

"I guess this is my purgatory, being stuck with you and your ridiculous ramblings for the rest of my life."

"And that makes you the luckiest guy in the world. To think all this would never have been possible if I hadn't recruited you from that bar," the merc smiled proudly, receiving a high-arched eyebrow from the man beside him.

"Is that what you're telling people? Because where I'm from we call that kidnapping, bub," Logan gave Wade a spirited punch in the arm as he just put his hands up in a shrug.

"Potato potahto, I say recruiting, you say kidnapping. But still you stayed, didn't you?"

"Only because you lied.....Sorry, made an educated wish and fooled me into it."

"I'd make a thousand educated wishes if needed to still end up with my new best friend," Wade smiled and leaned up against his shoulder, nuzzling his head into him before being shoved away.

"Poor choice, dumbass. You could've picked a way better Wolverine than me."

"No, I'm pretty sure I made the right call. I mean, look at what we did here. I guarantee one of those other Wolverines would have sliced off my head and ditched me the first chance they got-"

"You're assuming I wasn't thinking the same thing?" Logan interrupted with a smirk, making it Wade's turn to punch him now.

"Yes, I'm one hundred percent certain that you were, but you didn't. You saw it all through to the end with me and that is what makes you the best Wolverine out of all of them. End of story. No backsies. It's set in stone on your permanent record."

"Whatever, just keep it down, idiot. You're gonna ruin my reputation," he smiled back.

"I owe you everything, Logan. My whole life would have been obliterated if you hadn't stepped in and I'll never forget it. I love you, man!" Wade exclaimed, throwing his arms around Logan as he blubbered with fake sniffles while the other man sighed and dutifully patted his arm.

"Alright alright, knock off the sappy shit, Wilson. I guess you're sometimes tolerable at best," Logan let out a chuckle as he clapped a hand down onto Wade's leg to give him a friendly squeeze, not prepared for the outburst that followed.

"AAHa! No! The knee! The KNEE!" Wade screeched, smacking at his hand as Logan quickly let go like he had just burned himself, gaping at the man before him.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. What's wrong with you?" Wade blabbered out defensively, sitting there as stiff as a rod while Logan stared back at him in confusion.

"Just wondering why you're so goddamn jumpy all of a sudden. Ya stop taking your meds or something?" He jokingly snorted, knowing there wasn't a pharmaceutical company in the world that could penetrate Wade's mental state.

"I'm just......not used to you being so physically affectionate. It just surprised me is all," he barely recovered, trying desperately not to hint at the real reason.

"Whatever, freak show. Don't get used to it," Logan rolled his eyes as he gave an unexpected jab to Wade's ribs, making the other man squeak loudly and almost hit the ceiling with how high he jumped.

The two of them just sat there in stunned silence for a few moments before Logan finally put it all together and shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. The biggest pain in the ass I've ever met in all my 200 years....Wade-Shit-For-Brains-Wilson...is ticklish?"

"Your mom's ticklish," the merc reflexively blurted out, receiving an annoyed eyebrow from his companion before Logan quickly launched out a hand to give his knee a good squeeze.

Wade yelped and jerked his leg free as he leapt to his feet and slowly started to back away. A rare grin had found its way to Logan's face. A grin that promised certain retribution from all of Wade's shenanigans that he's had to endure all this time.

"This is fuckin' priceless. Where ya goin', Wade? The fun's just about to begin," he slowly stood up, but did not move forward to pursue him yet.

"Well, I-I mean I'd love to stay, but I have so many-," he nearly tripped over a chair as he grabbed it and tossed it between him and Logan to create some space, "So so many prior engagements that I just remembered I have to go do. Right now! But gee golly gosh, maybe next time."

Wade was beyond flustered by this sudden turn of events. Wolverine wanting to tickle the shit out of him was definitely not something he had on his 2024 Bingo card. That was the absolute last thing he would have ever expected Logan to do, and he had no idea exactly what the outcome was going to be.

Logan however was positively thrilled with this new piece of information. Deadpool could not die no matter what so Logan could stab and maim him until he was blue in the face, but Wade always would bounce back complete with wise-cracking jokes to irritate him even further.

But now he had found his Achilles heel. A way to finally get some satisfying payback on the resident loudmouth that didn't even require him to bring his claws out. This was literally the best day of his life.

"Tell ya what, fuckhead, to make this more interesting I'll let ya have a head start." 

"A head start?! Wha-What do you meheeheean?! A head start for what?!" Wade was giggling with nervous anticipation, knowing exactly the world of trouble he was in for.

"Well Wade, this is what's gonna happen," Logan smirked while he lifted each leg to remove his socks, leaving him barefoot for better traction on the slick flooring as he tested the grip with his toes, "I'm gonna chase your ass down and when I catch ya, you're gonna be sorry."

"Cahahan't we tahalk about this?! You wouldn't hehehee-stoop to such childish behavior, would you?"

"For you, I'll make an exception. Ohhh this is gonna be good. Been a long time since I've gotten to hunt like this," he cracked his neck with his sharp canines poking out of his mouth as his grin grew wider.

"You want to hunt?! I'll take you hunting! What would appease you?! Perhaps a school filled with small, defenseless children?!?!?!"

"Just keep wastin' time, Wilson. I suggest ya save your breath as well 'cause ya only got until the count of three. One.....," the start of Logan's countdown echoed ominously in the air.

"How abohohout a ten-minute head stahart?" Wade attempted to bargain while the other man completely ignored his plea.

"Two....," Logan gradually crouched down to place his fingertips on the floor, looking like a spring-loaded trap that was about to be set off and signaling to Wade that he needed to run. Now.

"Okay okay! I'm going! Start over start over!" Wade yelped and finally began to make a break for it.

"THREE!" 

Wade screamed as he looked over his shoulder to see Logan running after him on all fours, spring-boarding off of the tables and walls as he chased him around the apartment. He was always surprised by Logan's level of agility. He was like a fucking cat! 

Not that Wade was any slouch himself. He leapt through the air complete with barrel rolls, he slid under tables, jumped over furniture like a field runner, and performed all varieties of dodges and other evasive maneuvers. And he did all of this while shrieking in a full-blown panic.

"Time out! TIME OUT!!"

"Wolverine has gone feral! This is not a drill! I repeat! This is not a drill!

"Bad Wolvie! Down, boy! Get down!"

Logan was having a total blast. Giving in to his feral nature was such a freeing feeling for him and Wade always encouraged it, not wanting him to suppress such things and just be his true self. Though at the moment the merc was sort of regretting that he had been so supportive.

Wade managed to avoid capture for a minute, but unfortunately big, rubber masturbating shoes were not the best for running and when they slipped off and caused him to stumble Logan was there for the easy tackle. They slid across the floor together with Logan on top before they were stopped by Wade's head slamming into the wall.

"AAAH! DAMMIT!!" Wade yelped loudly; his head hitting dead-on to the center of a thick wall stud as he turned over onto his back, rubbing his skull while Logan howled out a laugh.

"Fuckin' baby. No sympathy from me. Besides ya got bigger problems than that," he lunged for Wade's sides with fingers outstretched as the other man was immediately on the defense, grabbing and slapping at his hands as Logan managed to slip past at times and land plenty of pokes.

"Ahaha! No stop! Hands ohohoff of me, Bill Cohohosby! Aaahehehehe! I do nohohot give you consehehent!" Wade giggled and fought like his life depended on it, even though it was only his dignity at stake.

Truthfully, he wasn't exactly opposed to being tickled, but by Logan? Logan could be pretty ruthless in any other sense so Wade expected that he wasn't going to hold anything back in this situation. And Wade was terrified.

"This has been a long time coming, bub. Go ahead and fight it all ya want. It's not gonna help you any," Logan managed to get a good grip on both sides of Wade's ribs and really dug in, making the man beneath him screech and flail spasmodically.

"Waaaahaahaaheeheeheehait! Ahahat least lehehehehet mehee pihihick a safe wohohohord fihihihirst!"

"Nah, ain't nothin' you can say that's gonna get you outta this. Besides, safe words are for pussies. You aren't a pussy, are ya?"

"I'mapussyI'mapussy!!" Wade instantly screamed out as Logan just chuckled.

"Course you are. I knew that already though. I'd ask if ya have any last words, but I think we're well past that part now," he was pinching unrelentingly up and down his ribs, already driving Wade near insanity.

"Nohoho I do! I do! I hahahaave mahahany last wohohohords!"

"Such as...?" Logan's curiosity got the better of him as he eased up slightly to allow Wade a chance to speak his mind.

"Wehehell since you ahahasked, there's thihihings like fuck you....You pihihihiece of shihit....And ohohonce you let me freehee I'm gonna fuhuhuhucking kihiHihIHiHIHILL YOOOOOU!"

Logan resumed his full force as his big fingers clawed into Wade's hips, which had him arching off the floor in an uncontrollable fit of squeals.

"Really? I show you a little leniency and you come at me with that? I've said it once and I'll say it again, you really are God's perfect idiot."

Logan was thoroughly amused by all of this. Especially hearing Wade's genuine out of control laughter in comparison to the sarcastic kind of laughing he would do when Logan would make jokes at his expense.

It almost made him laugh himself, honestly. It was high-pitched and squeaky at times and that evolved into deeper chortles when it seemed Logan found a particularly sensitive spot, like his hip and thigh area. And he had to admit, it was nice to hear the guy laugh like this for once.

"Stahahahaap! Gehehet off ohohof meehee, you gohohoddamn lummohohohohox!" Wade was doing his best to try to grab a hold of Logan's hands that were currently buried into the tender parts of his highly ticklish thighs, though he was having very little success.

Still this was enough to bother Logan to the point that he stopped to swiftly grab both of Wade's hands with one of his own and throw all his weight into it to slam said hands to the floor pinned above Wade's head.

"There. That'll be much better," Logan grinned down at the merc who was trying to mask his panic behind his natural urge to always make jokes in the worst situations.

"Ok, now this is just going way to far, mister! I don't care if this is our first date, you still need my consent if you want to get freaky with- Aaaaiiiieeeehheeheehhehe!"

Without being able to use his hands and arms for defense Wade was feeling more than vulnerable and was overwhelmed by the feeling of one finger now wiggling into his wide-open armpit.

"Holy fuck, bub, is there really nothing that will get you to shut the fuck up?" Logan smirked as he allowed the rest of his fingers to join in the torment, switching back and forth between each armpit as Wade could only squeal and thrash from side to side underneath him.

"Aaaahahahaha! Pleheheeease! I cahahahan't tahahahaake ahahany mohohohore!" Wade begged with his mind totally going on the fritz, never having been tickled this viciously.

"And you wanted to be an Avenger? Pretty sure it's a qualification that Avengers can't be ticklish, at least not this bad. Looks like your application is denied," Logan teased, knowing that the topic of his rejection always riled Wade up.

He felt a lot of satisfaction in being the one to taunt Deadpool for once, but he still was starting to feel pity for him. Wade's face was so red he looked like he might explode, and his mouth open so wide in hysterical laughter that his jaw appeared like it was about to disconnect.

He decided it was about time to wrap this up, but still wanted to make an impression so Wade would remember this moment.

Logan released his hold on Wade's hands and for half a second the merc was hopeful that it was over, but the bigger man only plunged both hands into his armpits now and tickled mercilessly.

Wade shrieked with tears driven from his eyes while his arms reflexively slammed down to no effect. He was laughing so hard that he really couldn't say another one of his usual smart aleck words even if he wanted to.

The tears were blurring his vision now and he found himself starting to lose concept of reality. And then he felt nothing.

Until someone began softly but also firmly slapping at his face.

"Hey, ya still alive, dumbass?" Logan chuckled as he patted Wade's face to get his attention and bring him out of his daze.

"Huh? Whaa....What the fuck just happened?" Wade blinked up at the ceiling as he shook his head to try to gain clarity.

"I got ya to finally stop talking for once is what happened. Geez bub, you're as ticklish as a little girl," Logan grabbed his arm to help pull him into a sitting position as Wade blushed slightly but otherwise seemed unbothered.

"There's worse things in life. Like being cursed to sport very unfortunate facial hair for all eterniHIHIhiHity!" Wade squeaked out giggles as Logan's hand briefly gripped his knee again.

"Well that didn't last long. Gettin' you to shut up, I mean," he shook his head with feigned disappointment on his face.

"Ahh, well I regret to inform you that while you may have some temporary triumph you will never truly succeed in that being permanent. You don't really want that anyways. You'd miss the old me too much," Wade grinned as he reached out to tweak Logan's sideburn and then got to his feet.

"Pretty vivid imagination you've got," a smirk twitched at Logan's mouth as he trailed Wade to the kitchen, opening the fridge with intentions to retrieve some beers, "So you're not sore at me, I take it?"

Wade pretended to think it over as he slunk nearby.

"Mmmeh, the Avengers comment was going a little far, but you know I could never stay mad at my little honey badger," his smile turned mischievous as he glanced the distracted mutant over for a moment before zeroing in on a target.

Logan jumped a mile high as he felt a poke into his lower ribs, nearly dropping the beers now in his hands as quickly turned around defensively with surprise in his eyes. He cursed himself for not seeing that coming as the revelation now had Wade looking at him in an unsettling way.

"Besides, doesn't look like you're exactly Avengers material either," Wade calmly smiled as he said nothing more and just turned away to start walking off.

Logan could only stand there dumbfounded, pathetically trying to come up with a logical explanation though he knew it was useless.

"Wade......That wasn't anything.......Hey.....Don't be ridiculous now.....I'm not ticklish......You hear me, Wade.......I'm not......So ya better not try anything......Are you listening, you dumb fuck?"

It was at this point that Logan realized he was going to have to have eyes on the back of his head for the rest of his life. And he had no one to blame but himself.

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oh hey, i remember this one! you posted a little piece of it a while ago, glad to see you got it finished! this one i really really enjoyed, and the idea of Logan’s heavy adamantium ass coming at you on all fours just to tickle the hell out of you is a terrifying (but thrilling 😚) thought. i like his brief introspection moment where he really hears Wade laughing genuinely and finds a hint of his own joy in it—that made me smile too, lol.

i’ve really been enjoying all the lee Wade stuff recently!! he deserves some of the laughs too, and we all know Logan’s just happy to get some well-deserved revenge hehe. thought i do hope he gets some of that love too later, because we all know Wade’s not gonna let him get away with all of this scot-free.

i think it’s incredible that you’re somehow managing to pump out all of these fics so quickly!! i’m still just trying to finish the one prompt lol. i’ve been loving all of these and i’m running out of things to say because they’re just all so amazing!!