REQUESTS OPEN!! - (nsfw/f3tish accs DNI! I am a minor!!) he/they, SFW tickle blog!! I post abt stuff im into/am hyperfixating on, so what I post will honestly depend on what I'm into at the moment! :D
Hello tumblr tickle community!! (and anyone else that happens to see this!!)
I'm still trying to learn how posting and doing stuff on tumblr works, so this intro is probably not gonna be the greatest- but I'll try my best with this! :)
You can call me cover, switch, anything related to my username really. Or if you want, you can call me anything else, call me eggo waffle if you wish!
My pronouns are he/they :)
Tickling is not a s3xual interest for me, it is just something in particular my silly little brain has decided to fixate on.
I'm gonna go over a few basic things with my account, such as who can interact and message me just so everyone who interacts or looks at my content knows if I am comfortable with them interacting with my content, or even speaking to me directly! So without further ado, let's continue with this silly intro!
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WHO CAN INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT/TALK TO ME
Any and all people are welcome to send asks, and interact with my content in general. The only exception is tickle k1nk/f3tish blogs. If you are a tickle k1nk/f3tish blog, please block me.
As far as directly messaging me goes, people over 18, please do not message me as I am a minor and would prefer not to talk directly to adult strangers.
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REQUESTING FICS!
Fandoms I'll write for:
(bold/italic text = main fandoms/more likely to write for)
- ATSV
- Arcane (main hyperfixation right now)
- FNAF
- The Amazing Digital Circus
- The Owl House
- Gravity Falls
I'll probably get into more fandoms as time goes on (this list will be updated when needed), but for now these are the fandoms I will write for! Again, asks are open to anyone who's allowed to interact with my content, so don't be afraid to request a fic! :)
The one thing I won't write is NSFW as again, I am a minor so NSFW requests go straight to the trash bin! :) (also ur gross if u ask me to write NSFW)
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I believe this wraps everything up! Thank you for reading this little intro I assembled, and stay safe everyone! <33
I’m not really sure how many people remember me, but this is a pretty small community so I’d be willing to bet there’s at least someone lol
To make a long story short, my writers block turned into life getting busy, which then led to me not posting on this account for over a year.
I’ve been going through a lot, but now I’m mentally in a better place and I actually have motivation to write! The only problem is.. I’m at a crossroads.
I can either write fics for all the unanswered asks in my inbox (all of which are spiderverse requests btw lol) or I can start completely fresh, thinking of new ideas and taking new asks!
For the record, my fandom list in my intro will be updated, and I’ll probably be redoing my intro soon enough!
Helping me decide with this would be greatly appreciated, as I honestly have no idea what to do considering all the asks are over a year old at this point 😭
I hope everyone has a good Christmas, and expect more posts to come! ^^
hellooo! for the fruit shop could you do pear + grapes with lee!miles and ler!hobie from ATSV? the idea I had in mind was that Miles would be stressed about being spiderman, and hobie would comfort him in his own special way (which would then include tickling Miles to pieces ofc) tysm!!
Fruit(s): Pears, Grapes
These two are incredibly fun to write for I swear- Miles would absolutely be one to way stress out over life, and I can see Hobie affectionately being a dork about it. Love how your brain works, Anon! As always, thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Miles
Ler: Hobie
Summary: Miles is falling behind due to his duties as Spider-Man and majorly stressing out about it. Hobie helps him calm down, as well as adding a special twist to make sure he's all cheered up.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Miles ran through the halls of Visions High School, racing to get to class…well, less late than he would've if he wasn't running. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't stop. They weren't important anyway…probably. Extra copies exist for a reason.
He had run into two villains that morning; some weird bird guy and a rhino. The fight trashed his suit, ripping it in places and leaving him bruised up. Lucky for him, a good foundation can solve any problem.
When he finally burst into the classroom, his history teacher looked less than impressed. She pointed to his seat before continuing her lecture, silently letting him know to stay after class. Wonderful.
Time seemed to crawl as he half-listened to the lecture, knee bouncing furiously beneath the desk. The bell finally rang, somehow sending both a pang of relief and dread into his chest. It had just been that kind of week. She approached his desk, sighing and leaning on it.
“Look, Miles… I know you’re a good kid. You pay attention, don’t talk unless it’s appropriate, and write me apologies when you’re late or forget an assignment. What I can’t understand is what’s distracting you so badly that you’re late every day and write the same date on your papers for a week.” Her voice wasn’t judgemental; she just sounded tired and wanted to know what was happening. He could relate to that.
“I…I just got a full plate.” It was a lame explanation, but it was the best he had. She frowned, though it was a look of mild frustration rather than disappointment or anger. “Maybe you should try to clear it a bit. At this rate, that plate’s going to get so heavy that you won’t be able to carry it anymore. I don’t want to see your plate shatter, Miles. Think about it.”
That wasn’t so bad. He felt horrible for lying, but that icky ache was growing more dull with each fib. “But. You have been late to my class four times now. You know the rules.” His heart sank; four tardies meant a write-up and a call home. Not so bad to most, though he had no good way to explain himself.
“I know there’s more to this, so I’ll be nice. You’ve got a choice. Either take the normal reprimand or write me a one thousand word report on the development of political institutions throughout American history.” Damn it…
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Miles frowned down at his ever-growing to-do list, tallying up his work for the weekend. He chose the essay for his history teacher; he couldn’t get another reprimand. His body ached from the fight, his mind dragging as he tried to focus on the political article. The word “exhausted” felt like a gross understatement.
The teen was so out of it that he didn’t notice things floating around the dorm, nor did he see the lanky Brit that came out of the portal. He did, however, feel the arms that wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. “Ey, short man! What’cha mopin’ for?” The small shriek he let out shocked both of them. Hobie set the boy back down, frowning slightly. “Damn, you al’ight? You’re jumpy as hell.”
That look…he decided he hated it. The worried, slightly pitiful look made him feel crummier than he already did. But…he could actually tell Hobie what was bothering him. Hobie was like him; a part of their crazy, high-pressure world. Miles actually had someone to confide in. “Nah, not really…”
Hobie bit his lip, sighing at the simple admission. His friend looked…tired. Tired and sad. He’d have to fix that.
The punk brought Miles to his bed, laying him down and sitting beside him. Whenever his friends are upset, Hobie has a special way of cheering them up. Miles’s cheer-ups include a special step, one he never sees coming; it’s always clear he enjoys it though.
Hobie wrapped an arm around his friend, pulling him into a tight and comforting hug. “Hey, c’mon Miles. You can tell me anythin’, bruv.” Miles sighed, leaning into the hug. Finally, someone he can talk to…
“Uh…it’s just been a lot. With Spider-Man stuff, school’s been impossible, and my teachers are gettin’ closer and closer to callin’ my parents. I dunno how I’m gonna explain it if they do…” His voice trailed off at the end as he buried his face in Hobie’s shoulder.
The taller man rubbed Miles’s arm, trying to help him feel better. There wasn’t much that could be done for his situation unless he told his parents; that was only happening when he was ready. “”M sorry, Miles; that’s just rotten. If ya want, I could ‘elp with some’a those assignments. Was pre’y decent in school, long as it ain’t Maths.”
His eyes lit up at the offer; he had to bite his tongue before he sounded too desperate. “Y-yeah, that’d be awesome! Only if it’s easy for you, though; I-I don’t wanna cause problems.” Hobie huffed, deciding it was time for the special portion of his cheer up session.
A squeeze on Miles’s side cut off his half-apologies, his words ending in a squeal. “H-Hohobie? What’re you- nYAHAhahaha!” Miles shoved at the other spider’s hand as it poked and prodded at his side. Seriously, that?! He didn’t mind it, but still…
“Isn’t it obvious? ‘M cheerin’ you up, lil’ man.” Hobie smirked, moving to spider his fingers on Miles’s stomach. He squeaked, his giggles occasionally jumping up to choked laughter. “I-Ihihi dohon’t neheed chehehEERIHING UHUHUP!”
The teen squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from his friend’s tickly touch. He was trapped; Hobie’s strong, firm grip on his shoulders was inescapable, his evil fingers going to town on Miles’s poor belly. “Course ya do, yer all mopey. Those giggles suit ya much better than a frown.”
Hobie’s wiggling fingers went exploring, landing on the younger spider’s ribcage. His arms slammed to his sides, trying to stop that hand from going any higher. “HOHOHObiehehe! Ihi’m hahappy! Y-youhu can quihIHIHIT!”
The fact that he didn’t outright say to stop only made the punk want to go on forever. It was clear he wanted a bit more; that blocked spot was quite enticing… The arm around Miles’s shoulders moving out front, gathering up his hands and holding his arms above his head. Hobie smirked, the lopsided look sending a flurry of butterflies to Miles’s stomach. “Brace ya’self, giggles~”
Not wanting to wait any longer, Hobie dug into his hollows, mining for all the laughter he could find. And laughter he got. “HOHOHOBIEHE! NAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAHO!” Miles bucked and thrashed, almost knocking them both off his bed. Hobie got ahead of the mess, pushing him down onto the mattress so neither of them could get hurt.
Loud, boisterous, almost childish laughter rang out in the dorm, almost definitely going through the walls to his “neighbors.” He wasn’t exactly hating what was happening, but it was problematic. It was hardly the worst noise that had ever come through dorm walls, though he was sure someone would call in a noise complaint. That thought made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA CAHALL SEHEHECURITYHYHY!”
Hobie rolled his eyes, hating the logic; it was true, but he didn’t have to like it. He wasn’t ready to quit just yet. Instead of stopping completely, he moved his fluttering fingers to Miles’s neck. The boy’s raucous laughter calmed to sweet giggles, his struggling almost ending.
Anyone who personally knew Miles could tell how adorably sensitive his neck was. Even the soft, gentle tickling had him giggling like a little kid. That person could also tell that he absolutely adored any attention on that certain spot; he practically melted.
Normally, he would’ve let Hobie continue with the gentle tickling. He had a lot of work, however, and was getting more and more tired with every giggle. Miles weakly tugged at his arms, whining through the sweet sound. “C-cohohome ohon! Plehehease?”
Hobie chuckled, seeing how tired the other spider was getting. “Bah, fine. Lucky I‘m feelin’ nice today, giggles.” He dragged a claw from Miles’s pit to his belly before stopping, giving his entire midsection a parting gift before he let go. Miles shrieked, curling up into a ball the moment he was released.
The punk rubbed his back, chuckling softly. Miles flinched at first, thinking Hobie was going back for another tease. “Ey, I’m done, I’m done! Calm it down, Miles.” A small huff left his full lips as he looked over his giggly friend. “You al’ight, lil’ man? Didn’t go too far, did I?”
Miles shook his head, relaxing at the calming touch. “N-noho, you’re goohohod. Just…just tihickled.” That got a laugh out of the other hero; guess some things never change.
Once the teen had fully calmed down and regained his composure, the two got to work. Well, Hobie started on one of the essays while Miles finally got a much-needed nap and meal. After he got his rest, they both worked on assignments, music playing in the background to help them focus. Every so often, Miles would groan in frustration, earning him a quick and reassuring poke to the side. And you know what? He didn’t mind it one bit.
Okay, finally doing this for the 300 milestone! As the poll decided, I'll be doing a fic event of sorts! They're gonna be drabbles, meaning 500-1k ish words per request. (I've still got school in addition to this, and I don't want to be up all hours switching between essays and tickle writings) Some may be longer than others! It just depends how each request gets my creative juices flowing! Max of two fruit orders per user! (it's all free, just wanted to use "orders"!)
I'M ONLY TAKING 15 FRUIT ORDERS! If you've got an idea, don't wait! These requests are open until November 25th!
Since I'm unoriginal, I'll call the event the Fruit Shop. Choose something from each specified category, and I'll write a drabble for you!
Onto the event details!
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Fruit Shop!
Category 1: Fandom and Delivery Peeps!
-Use my fandom list to pick your theme! It's gonna have to be one of the listed options, just so I can keep your things as in-character as possible! Make sure to include which characters you want! You can have 2-4! If it piques anyone's interest, I'll do reader inserts! Specify your lee/ler!-
Category 2: Fruit Selection!
-Choose 1-3 fruits (themes/prompts) from the list below!-
~Strawberries - sweet pairing
~Lemons - bratty behavior
~Apples - "You asked for it!"
~Dragon Fruit - interrogation
~Oranges - goofing around/play fight
~Plums - tools (brushes, feathers, etc.)
~Bananas - chase
~Pear - hurt to comfort
~Watermelon - kisses/bites
~Grapes - melt spot
~Cherries - blusher
~Mangoes - tickle hugs
Special Notes/Order Requests!
-Add anything you may want me to know! A certain spot you want attention on, setting, headcannons or the like! Can't guarantee I'll do every special note/request, but I'll try!-
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Have fun with this, and THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! YOU'RE ALL AWESOME!!💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚
Hi! Could you write a fic where Miles and Gwen trap Hobie in webs, sit on top of him, and tickle him with raspberries?
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AN: Aaaaa my first request!! Thank you for requesting this anon, it was really silly and fun to write!! Honestly this took me WAY longer than it should've, but I did get it finished and I'm pretty proud of it! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3
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"You remember the rules, right?"
Miles grinned as he sat on Hobie's waist, the look on his face being a mix of confidence and a bit of curiosity as to wether Hobie could actually follow through with... this. Hobie chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he also grinned. "Pretty sure. Don't laugh, I get some cash right?" He said, his eyebrows raising as he looked at the younger spider.
Hobie had made a deal with Gwen and Miles, a deal that told him he couldn't laugh while the other two teens tickled the life out of him. The reward for this was about ten dollars, and although Hobie didn't have to much use for the cash, he just thought the idea was... maybe kinda fun, so he agreed. This is what led him to laying down on the couch in Miles' living room, his arms held above his head by webs. His legs were also webbed down, because Gwen and Miles knew from experience, that they would get kicked in the face otherwise.
"Yep!" Gwen responded, turning her head to look at Hobie, as she was currently facing his legs with her back against Miles' own back. "Probably a bad day to wear shorts, but.." Gwen trailed off, tracing two fingers across both of Hobie's inner thighs, making the punk jolt slightly. "Makes it easier for us I guess.."
"H-hey-! You know- a countdown or somethin' would've been great.." Hobie said, stumbling over his words as Gwen's nails expertly traced along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. Gwen simply laughed, pulling her hands away and looking over to Miles. "Hey, you wanna know what really gets Hobie?" She asked, a small smirk beginning to appear on her face. Hobie's eyes widened, swallowing the lump that was in his throat as he began to shift around in the webbing nervously.
"W-wait, Gwendy-"
It was way to late to tell Gwen to stop, as she leaned closer to Miles, whispering in his ear. Miles giggled as Gwen's breath tickled his ear, and he raised his shoulders slightly, which made Gwen roll her eyes fondly. Miles heard what Gwen said regardless of the giggling, and after the slight red on his face was gone, he looked back at Hobie, and began raising the punks shirt slowly. Hobie couldn't help the small bit of red that appeared on his face, very subtly trying to pull his shirt back down by just wiggling his body around, as that was really all he could do while he was restrained.
"You trying to pull your shirt back down or something?" Miles said, chuckling as he finished pulling Hobie's shirt up, with it being raised up to just below the punks chest. Hobie responded with a huff and an eye roll, making Gwen giggle as she turned her body around, facing the same way as Miles now.
"S-shut up you- MILES I FUCKIN' SWEAR IF YOU-!" Hobie suddenly screamed when Miles lowered his head, his lips just inches away from making contact with Hobie's bare skin. Miles grinned and chuckled, and Gwen's eyes widened from the sudden outburst, a surprised smile on her face. Gwen turned her body around to look over at Hobie's stomach, noticing something pretty special about it.
"Hey! Miles! Look.." Gwen pointed a bit lower on Hobie's stomach, urging Miles to move his head over. When he did, he was surprised by the piercing that Hobie had on his bellybutton, making him grin at the sight. "Hey.. you never told us you had a bellybutton piercing.."
"Never really found a reason to- pfft-! Miles!" Hobie bit back a squeak as Miles suddenly tapped the piercing, a wobbly smile on his face as he turned his head away. Miles' mouth opened in slight surprise, with that expression slowly turning into a slightly evil grin.
"Are you sure you can survive this Hobie?" Miles said, placing his mouth directly above Hobie's navel. Hobie's breath hitched as Miles did this, his breathing getting a bit more fast-paced. "Miles, I swear if you do what I bloody think you're gonna do.." Hobie said, trying to have a sense of authority with his words.
Miles looked up at Hobie before directing his head back down, and after taking a very deep breath, he pressed his lips against Hobie's skin and blew the meanest raspberry he could directly over Hobie's navel.
It was safe to say that Hobie immediately lost it, his eyes going wide as he bursted into loud cackles. Gwen watched Hobie's reaction, her eyes widening from the sounds that came out of Hobie's mouth. "Well.. guess you lost the bet." She said, laughing at Hobie's expense.
"NAHAHAHAHA MIHIHIHILES-! STAHAHAHAP- SHIHIHIHIHIT!!" Hobie basically screamed from the unbearable feeling, his face scrunched up as he thrashed around, the webbing around his wrists and ankles keeping him basically stuck to the couch.
"Woah! You weren't kidding Gwen!" Miles said, practically beaming at the fact he got Hobie to laugh so quickly. Gwen laughed, looking at Hobie who looked like he was about to tap out from his own laughing. "Here, let me help Miles."
Gwen leaned over, her head right next to Hobie's side, which made the punk try and squirm to the other side. The webbing held strong however, only letting Hobie move the slightest bit.
"W-wait! I thought we were done!" Hobie said, biting his lip from the anticipation. Gwen tilted her head upwards and chuckled, giving Hobie a sly grin. "C'mon Hobie. I mean, you lost. You should be punished for that."
Hobie was about to protest, but his words were quickly interrupted by another fit of cackles as Gwen blew a raspberry on a very sensitive spot in-between his ribs. Hobie arched his back, his eyes wide as he laughed uncontrollably.
"FAHAHAHAHAHACK- GWEHEHEN I'LL FUHUHUCKIN' KIHIHIHIHIL YOU!" Hobie threatened through his laughter. Gwen simply laughed, blowing another equally mean raspberry against the same spot, getting a continued string of cackles coming from the punk.
As Miles observed the string of cackles that escaped Hobie's mouth, a very evil idea filling his mind. About a month ago, Miles learned how to transfer his venom power to other parts of his body; how to transfer the shock to a different part. It was useful in fights, an example being when Miles would usually transfer his venom powers to his legs to give a villain a swift, electric kick to the face. Now, obviously Miles didn't want to hurt Hobie, which is why he only transferred the slightest bit of his venom power to his lips.
As Miles grinned at the revelation he had, Hobie was still dying as Gwen raspberried each of his ribs and the spaces in-between, with Hobie's face being a dark red colour from how hard he was laughing.
"GWHEHEHEHEHEN- DAHAHAHMMIT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!" Loud, unfiltered cackles filled the living room, the person responsible for said cackles having his head tilted back as he desperately squirmed. Miles chuckled, and nudged Gwen. Well, it was more of a poke, but it still got her attention.
"Hmm?" Gwen pulled her head away from Hobie's side, giving the punk a well deserved break. Miles looked at Gwen, before looking at Hobie, the expression on the younger spider's face making the punk shiver.
"I want you to watch this."
Before Hobie could even think of what Miles was about to do (although he had a pretty clear idea in his mind already), Miles leaned his head down and blew a raspberry against Hobie's stomach, the small bit of venom in his lips making the sensation a whole lot worse.
Hobie's eyes went wide, and his laughter shot up an octave as his body thrashed around, small tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES NAHAHAHA- SHIHIHIHIHIT!! STAHAHAHAHA-" Hobie could barely even speak over his own laughter, that of which was beginning to cut out. One second Hobie would be cackling his head off, and then the next all the laughter would stop, with Hobie's mouth hung open in ticklish agony. This gave Miles and Gwen an indicator that Hobie had enough, so Miles pulled his head away, and got off of Hobie, with Gwen following along and getting off of Hobie herself.
After a bit, Hobie's laughter subsided, now just being a few giggles that would occasionally slip past his lips. Miles found the pocket knife that Hobie always kept in his vest, and used it to cut the webbing that kept Hobie's arms and legs glued to the couch.
Hobie sat up, his body quivering and his stomach still tingling as tiny traces of Miles' venom power were still zipping around his torso. Hobie put a hand to his stomach to ease the sensations, his head against the back of the couch as he breathed deeply.
"You good?" Miles asked, looking down at Hobie from where he was standing. Hobie gave Miles a shaky nod, turning his head to Gwen, who was standing beside Miles.
"Yeah.. 'm fine.." Hobie said, clearing his throat as he stood up. "Oh, hey Gwen? Miles?"
"Yeah?"
"What's up?"
Hobie cracked his knuckles, smirking as if he wasn't just tickled to death about a minute prior. "I suggest you both run.. I'll have no trouble gettin' my revenge on botha you at the same time.."
I really wanted to do something for these two, they’re so wholesome and cute together! (>w<) I had something planned for them at the beginning of the month-ish, just never got around to writing it. I love writing for this fandom, the spiderkids make my brain happy. I hope everyone has had a great month, and that you Enjoy!
Lee: Pavitr
Ler: Gayatri
Summary: Pavitr was waiting for his girlfriend on the rooftop. It was a chillier day than normal in Mumbai, and Pavitr could do with some warming up. Gayatri helped out, but her warming affections have a tickly twist.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
The cool wind blew through Pavitr’s hair, sending goosebumps running down his neck and arms. It was 75 degrees outside, sure, but the temperature typically didn’t drop below 80. He wasn’t cold, but the young hero wished he had a jacket to go over his suit. The barefoot design was definitely coming back to haunt him…
A squeaking door interrupted his thoughts, his girlfriend joining him on the rooftop. Gayatri was beautiful as ever, wearing a thicker flannel jacket, dark top, purple jeans and a beanie. It took all the chilly teen had to not stare. He tried to sound smooth in his greeting, but his teeth chattered as he spoke. “H-hey girl. You l-look lovely.”
She laughed, the sound a wonderful symphony to Pav’s ears. He loved her smile, her laugh, her lips, her hair, her- “Pav, घाम, you’re staring.” She had to tease him, it was required of her as his girlfriend. She did, however, notice the shake of his voice. “Are you alright?”
A red hue lit up on his masked cheeks as she caught him. She was just so amazing; how could he not stare? “Sorry. And yes, I’m fine. Just…wishing the suit was a bit thicker.”
Gayatri couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cute predicament. She loved his intricate suit, even though it wasn’t the most practical. There was no way she was giving up her warm flannel, but she had another way to help. “It’s okay, I was teasing. Want me to warm you up?”
He nodded rapidly, knowing what she meant. “Yes please!” He had just breaked from patrol, and being suited up, the rooftops were really the only places they could hang out without getting caught. It was chilly, but it worked.
Okay, that was cute. Honestly, everything he did was cute. Gayatri moved to the edge of the rooftop, sitting right beside him. She pulled off his mask, watching the small hairs on his neck prickle in the cool air. Adorable. She pressed a few gentle kisses to his neck, her heart melting as he squeaked.
He bit his lip, trying to sit still and enjoy the kisses. He did scoot farther away from the edge of the roof, not wanting his girl to potentially fall. He would obviously catch her before anything happened, but why tempt fate? Her tickly lips made it awfully hard not to squirm, though…
“G-Gaya!” He didn’t protest, didn’t tell her to stop; just whined. She found that to be tooth-rottingly sweet. “What? I am just trying to warm my wonderful partner up.” The blush on his cheeks only deepened; she knew exactly what she was doing. She also knew how much he liked it.
Pushing her luck, she moved the kisses under his chin, trailing them back down to his neck. Pav squealed, his hands flying up to do something. He really didn’t want to push her away, though… The boy opted for grabbing her shoulders, drumming his feet on the ledge beneath him. Bright, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips, adding some warmth to the cooler fall air. “Gahayatrihihi! Nohot fahahair!”
Could the guy get any more adorable? She thought it so often, but it was true; Pavitr was the sweetest, cutest, most lovable person Gayatri had ever met. And his laughter? Freaking gorgeous. They were the same, in that way; they loved to see and hear each other be happy. Only Gayatri was a bit better at getting what she wanted. Wiggling fingers joined the kisses, gently scribbling at the base of his ribs.
Now that was just mean. He flopped around, trying his best not to push her. Pav wrapped his arms around his torso, scrunching up his shoulders as he tried to block out the tickles. The childish giggles turned to happy, bright laughter as he wiggled around. “Cohohome ohon! खिलना!”
“What? You have yet to stop me, Pavi. I think you might be enjoying yourself~” He whined through his laughter, grabbing onto her wrists. The young hero didn’t shove her hands away; he just refused to admit that she was right. As much as he hated to think it, she was helping. The heat from his blush and laughter had warmed him up, blocking out the slight chill.
His restraint died when he felt her hands travel to his stomach, her nails on his belly button. Pav squealed much louder than before, his laugh skyrocketing up several octaves. “GAHAYATRIHIHI! NOHOT THE TUHUMY!”
Gayatri laughed with him, finding the boisterous sound rather infectious. “But your tummy is my favorite! How can you ask me to move, घाम? So mean.”
He practically squawked, the indignant sound sending his girlfriend into a giggle fit. “Y-YOUHUHU AHARE THE OHONE BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!”
“Is it really mean if you enjoy it?” Her tone was as teasing as it was affectionate. Gayatri had long since discovered that Pav enjoyed that certain brand of affection. She had no problems with it; it was cute, if anything. The girl was more than happy to indulge him, and she had to admit, it was fun to see his reactions.
It was about time to stop at that point; his cheeks were burning, and he had to go back on patrols when they were done. Still, it just didn’t feel right to end their meet-up without a big finish. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in, blowing a raspberry on the exposed skin of his neck.
When I say he squealed, I mean that every street dog in a fifty-mile radius covered their ears. His neck wasn’t his worst spot, but combined with the belly tickles and general flustering atmosphere, it might as well have been. “NAHAHAHAHO! GAYATRIHIHI, PLEHEHASE! EHENOHOUGH!”
She stopped immediately, pulling him close and peppering his cheeks with little kisses. He giggled softly, still recovering as ghost tickles buzzed along his stomach and neck. Pav couldn't help but melt into the touch, practically going limp on her as he tried to catch his breath. It was, again, adorable.
“You really can’t get any cuter, can you?” Gayatri chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The spider boy loved it when she did that. “Y-youhu’re ehevil…"
"It warmed you up, did it not?" He groaned, but didn't deny it. She was right; he was definitely worth warm, though that could be attributed to the blush on his face or fuzzy feeling in his chest. Either way, it worked.
Suddenly, Pavitr felt his spider sense go off. From a few hundred yards away, a loud crash sounded, followed by sirens and screaming. He collected himself almost immediately, adrenaline and concern replacing the giddy buzz. Another villain to deal with.
"लानत… Gayatri, I'm sorry-" Before he could guilt himself, the other teen cut him off with a kiss. Pav's eyes widened before he kissed her back, savoring the quick yet loving moment. "Go. Those people need your help. Meet you at your Maya Aunty's?"
What did he ever do to deserve a girl like her? The understanding was instant, and she never took it personally. "Absolutely. Be back in a moment, जानू."
With that, he pulled his mask back on, giving her one last hug before leaping off the building. Gayatri watched as he slid off his bangles, flipping around as he raced to the scene.
She loved him so much, but she knew that he needed to do it. If he didn't, who would? When he returned that evening, she would be waiting for him, a cup of chai and a loving pair of arms at the ready. Maybe another ticklish kiss or two as well…
AN: HELLO EVERYONE!! I'm back again with another spiderverse fic because my silly little brain is obsessed with it and I am constantly starving for content- AND SPEAKING OF STARVING FOR CONTENT, I made a thing with Miles and prowler Miles (who I decided to call Miles G in the fic, idk how to feel about it but I felt it was the simplest way to distinguish them-) because I've only seen like one tk post with prowler Miles in it and I'm literally starving for more content of him, so I made something myself! Hope you all enjoy the brothers be brothers :]
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Miles G. Morales, also known as The Prowler of Earth-42, was sat inside Miles Morales' room, also known as the Spider-Man of Earth-1610. The two versions of each other had- well.. a really big, life threatening fight a few months back, but ever since that got resolved, Miles had been trying to fix things with Miles G. Their relationship had been pretty rocky, and Miles wanted to fix it.
And if that meant tickling his counterpart to pieces, then so be it.
"H-hey! Stop that! I told you I wasn't ticklish-!" Miles G said, wiggling around underneath his spider-man counterpart, who had straddled his hips.
"No way! We're the same person, so that means you have to be ticklish!" Miles replied, scratching at Miles G's ribs. Miles G was indeed, ticklish (in fact he was so ticklish that it was almost concerning), but he would rather die than expose this secret to his more playful counterpart. So, he turned to squirming around and surpressing his giggles, weakly batting at Miles' arms.
"D-dude! Get off-!" Miles G stammered, his body tensing when Miles' fingers moved to the rib that was just below his armpit. Miles noticed this, and gave Miles G a knowing smirk, keeping his fingers stationary on the sensitive spot. Miles G tried to pry Miles' hands off of him, but with that extra strength Miles had from being a spider-person, his hands weren't going anywhere.
Miles pressed his fingers against the area once, and was delighted to see that Miles G had covered his mouth and jolted hard. In fact, he was forced to stifle a squeak from the insanely ticklish feeling. "Hmm.." Miles hummed, looking down at his Prowler variant with a wide smirk. "We have different ticklish spots! That's cool!"
As soon as Miles started pressing his fingers against Miles G's top ribs, the teen immediately lost it, bursting into a loud cackling fit. Miles couldn't help but grin from the reaction, finding the laughter coming from his Prowler counterpart.. absolutely adorable. It was unpredictable, and uncharacteristically high-pitched. And personally, Miles loved it.
"C-come ohohohohon! Get ohohohoff!" Miles G squeaked, his eyes shut tight as he tried to hide his giggles through gritted teeth, his attempts to do this failing miserably.
"Come on! Just a bit longer.." Miles responded, a playful grin on his face. Miles' hands were anything but predictable; as one moment he'd be scribbling his fingers against Miles G's ribs, and the next he'd be pressing his fingers against the softer skin on his torso, which in turn made the teens laughter shoot up an octave, and it gave his face a new red tint.
"Aww.." Miles cooed, his grin getting wider as he gave Miles G's hips a few experimental squeezes. Miles' Prowler counterpart reacted with a hard jolt, and a newfound desperateness in his laughter. Miles couldn't help but feel a bit more fond of the laughing, squeaking teen he had pinned underneath him. Seeing his usually stoic and mildly sarcastic counterpart laugh like a child.. it made him happy, knowing that Miles G probably hadn't laughed like this in a while.
On the other hand, Miles G was having the time of his life, not that he'd mention it out loud though, he'd rather die than admit he was enjoying.. this. Miles was right, his Prowler counterpart hadn't laughed like this in a good while, which was probably the reason why that, after a while, Miles G stopped squirming and fighting against Miles' hands, just letting himself laugh his cares away.
Miles was more than happy to make his counterpart laugh, reaching for the most ticklish spots he could find. With a grin on his face, Miles used a bit of his venom electricity to zap Miles G's hips, his eyes sparkling at the loud shriek that followed shortly after.
"NOHOHOHOHO!! WAHAHAHAHAIT- THAHAHAT'S NOHOT FAHAHAHAIR-!" Miles G argued through his laughter, mirthful tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Miles only chuckled, tilting his head as he went back to squeezing the poor boy's hips. "C'mon.." He began, his right hand sneaking under the fabric of Miles G's shirt to scratch and squeeze at the bare skin. "You can take a lot of pain, but not a lot of tickles?" He lightly teased, his grin softening into a playful smirk. What Miles said was definitely hypocritical (he, like Miles G, was concerningly ticklish), but it was fun to tease his more serious counterpart, so all hypocrisy was ignored at the moment.
Miles G's laughter started becoming wheezes, and it started to cut out more often, which gave Miles a silent indicator that he should soften up a bit. Miles' rapid squeezes and scratches gradually became feather-light traces on Miles G's hips, keeping the boy in a light state of giggles, but still letting him catch his breath.
After a bit of tracing, and one final squeeze that made Miles G squeak in surprise, Miles stopped, getting off of his counterpart and sitting beside him. Miles G was practically gasping for air, a few airy giggles escaping his lips.
"You.. you are.. evil, Spider-Man." He muttered under his breath, his body still tingling from the relentless attack. Miles couldn't help but laugh, giving the other boy one final poke to the side. "And you're ticklish, Prowler." He retorted, grinning at the way Miles G's face turned red from embarrassment.
Miles G eventually caught his breath, sitting up and putting a hand to his stomach. Miles expected his counterpart to look at him with an angry gaze, one that radiated a lust for revenge. But.. Miles G's gaze was a bit softer. Well, there was a hint of smugness to it, a way to silently tell Miles that his Prowler counterpart eventually would get revenge.. but he didn't know when.
"I don't like the way you're looking at me." Miles said, gritting his teeth in a mix of fear and slight playfulness, which in turn made his tone sound more nervous than anything.
As if the boy wasn't just tickled to pieces earlier, Miles G flashed his counterpart a small grin, raising his chin up slightly. "I didn't expect you to." He replied, a small, yet slightly dark chuckle coming out of him.
Despite liking it, Miles G was not one to go down without a fight. It was that competitive spirit of his which, much like Miles, wouldn't allow him to let the other person get the upper hand. And something that Miles would eventually find out, was that the Prowler indeed, did not back down so easily, and he had no trouble biding his time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike...
@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers their fics are amazing, and they seem like a really fun person!
@switchundercover seen them around in my notifs, and they have a good silly vibe (^u^)
@flames-tstuff very tasty art style, and always are so nice in interactions!
6. Do you blush? (You’re adorable either way :3)
I have been told that I blush a lot. And I can't even deny it because I can feel my face burn whenever the t-word is even mentioned aloud-
10. Cuddly tickles or tickles sitting up/pinned?
Probably cuddles. I'm big on physical affection, every hug is cherished. Funnily enough, most of my irl friends aren't, so I would definitely love some cuddly tickles-
20. A tickle memory!
Eugh boi. I have this really thick, sorta frizzy hair that apparently screams "play with me!" to all my friends. We were in an assembly, and one of them behind me asked to braid it. I ofc said yeah, because again, love the touch. But they kept brushing their fingers against my neck and omfg that shit was TORTURE! I was holding my breath and smiling like an idiot the entire time
@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers These ideas are making me so happy Panda I SWEAR! Love these two, they'd get up to so much fun mischief! I apologize for any Hobie-slang slander, I will not claim to fully understand how his speech patterns work (T.T) I tried, I hope you all Enjoy!
Lee: Pavitr
Ler: Hobie
Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Halloween: the all-around favorite holiday of the spider heroes. One group of teens, specifically, makes it their goal to bring in as much candy as possible. And they never shared with each other. Well, never shared willingly.
Pavitr had pulled quite the haul that year. He had managed to convince Gayatri to go with him, dressing in matching couple costumes. One pair of puppy dog eyes later, the spider teen had at least five pounds worth of candy in each bucket.
Gayatri wasn't really into the sugary stuff, letting him have her bucket. Now, Pav didn't exactly need all that candy; he had plenty of energy and joy to begin with. He'd always had a sweet tooth, however, constantly trying sugary confections and stealing treats from his friends.
Everyone knew about the Indian spider's love for sweets. Everyone knew that he had plenty to spare. He just needed some…persuasion. And nobody knew how to persuade Pavitr better than Hobie.
That year's hiding spot was one of his best; in the hollow pot of a large fake fern in his apartment. He preferred living house plants, but due to his Spider-Man work, Pav just didn't have time to take care of one. For once, his busy life had provided him some luck. Who would think to look in a plant pot?
He had just pulled a few treats from his stash when the loud, whirring sound of a portal interrupted him. The sunny teen stuffed the candy into his pockets just as a figure entered his dimension. Recognition was immediate; the clinking pins, thumping boots and lanky frame were instant tells. Hobie had come for a visit. His timing was awful…
"Oi Pav, how'd the candy run go?" If you knew Pavitr, one thing would be very clear; he was an awful liar. The boy had obvious tells, and almost never sold the bullshit he was trying to feed people. He would bite his lip, almost always crossing his arms when he lied. Just as he was doing then. “Not very well. I did not get as much as I was hoping for, already ate most of it.”
Hobie immediately knew he was lying. The story wasn’t bad, but the delivery was weak as a wet noodle. “Uh-huh, sure. Ey, mind tellin’ the truth? I’m not buyin’ that line a’ bull.” Pav cringed, knowing he was busted. Dishonesty just wasn’t his forte…
Still, he had gotten so much candy that year. He loved Hobie to death, but the sweets were corrupting him. He tried another lie. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, bro. This…this is all I seem to have left.” Pav, still trying his best to sell the obvious fib, pulled the ten or so pieces of candy from his pockets. There were a few hard candies, some chocolates, and even a wrapped piece of kaju barfi from the kindly older woman a few blocks away.
Hobie saw through the clear lie, though his friend’s commitment to the bit was admirable. “That so, yeah? Fine then. You asked for this, bruv.”
Before his spider-sense could warn him, Hobie lunged at Pavitr, picking the teen up and tossing him onto the nearby couch. Pav yelled and smacked at the taller man’s shoulder, but couldn’t really do much. Hobie got the jump on him, and he was already a bit giddy from the obscurity of it all. “Hoho- Hobie! Wait!”
“Nah, don’t think I will.” Pav had already known what was coming; the punk only got that look on his face when he played a certain brand of silliness. In seconds, his arms were webbed above his head, ten bony fingers running up and down the length of his ribs. “NYAHahaha! Hohohobie, noho tihihickles!”
Bubbly giggles quickly lit up Pavitr’s apartment, bringing a bit of life into the homey environment. Ever the tease, Hobie snickered as he continued his tickly attack. “No shit, Pav. That’s the point.”
Surprisingly, the boy could say and hear the t-word without getting flustered. It was teasy compliments that did him in. “Aww, that’s a cute laugh ya got, Pavi.” Hobie sent a few pokes to his armpits, getting a squeal in response. “Gonna tell me where the stash is yet?”
Typically, he’d have his bangles and web shooters to help him out of the mess. But it was a slow day, and Pav took every chance he could get to wear his normal, comfy clothes. The soft, loose shirt did little to protect against Hobie’s evil fingers. “Ihihihi- HEHEY! NOHOT THE TUHUHUMYHY!” He felt his cheeks heat up from the cute tease, both loving and hating the compliment.
“Hmm. Guess not.” Pavitr’s stomach had always been a weak point. He thought he’d grow out of it; over the years, however, it felt like his tum only got more sensitive. The boy drummed his feet on the couch beneath Hobie, trying to distract himself from the ticklish shocks spreading across his belly.
Hobie honestly found it cute. Pav’s careless smile, giddy and happy laughter, slight blush on his tan cheeks; it was perfect. He loved to play around with all his friends, but the shorter spider was definitely a favorite for that sort of affection. Saying he was soft for his loved ones would be spot on. He had no shame admitting that, or abusing the fact that they all loved it.
And abuse it he did. Pavitr could feel himself both melting and going crazy at the tickling. He honestly liked it when Hobie, or any of his friends, played the silly game. There was just something so…freeing in being able to laugh his cares away with a loved one. Especially Hobie. “COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI- WHYHYHY?!” If only he wasn’t being a bit mean to get information.
“Why? I just want a few of my fam’s sweets, but you apparently ain’t sharing. So I’m having a bit a’ fun. Unless, ya know, you wanna tell me where your hidin’ spot is?” He clawed at Pav’s belly, smirking at the adorable reactions. He could practically hear the boy’s thoughts, and they said he was enjoying himself. Nothing wrong with that, but Hobie was looking for info, not the usual cuteness. “Unless…you don’t really want this to stop…”
Two big squeezes to his sides came with the tease, making him squeal. Hobie wasn’t wrong…but no way he was admitting that. The webs pinning his hands were sturdy, he knew they wouldn’t break no matter how hard he tugged. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. “SH-SHUHUHUSH!”
That was when Hobie decided to be evil. The anarchist slipped his hands under Pav’s shirt, his cold rings making the boy squeak on impact. One hand started to squeeze Pavitr’s side, the other spidering its nails across his belly button region. The bubbly boy practically shrieked, a scream and a squeal combining to make one adorably frantic sound.
“HOHOHOBAHART! NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T- IHIT TIHiCKLES!” Hobie gasped dramatically, not stopping the tickles for a second. “Did you just government-name me? Oho, that’s it, ya little shit."
It was time to be very, very mean. Hobie pulled up Pavitr's loose shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Perfect. The punk wiggled his brows before taking a deep breath, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on Pav's poor belly. At the same time, he squeezed along the boy's sides, driving him mad with the ticklish combination.
Pav could barely function, the intense tickling immediately finishing him. "NAHAHA! IHIHI- IHI CAHAHAN'T! HOHOBIE PLEHEHEASE!" He bucked and squirmed, to get the Brit's head away from his ticklish tum.
He wasn't quite done yet, though. The punk blew a few smaller raspberries, making sure to shake his head so his lip piercing did a bit of tickling as well. Pavitr was practically in hysterics, thrashing and writhing to try and escape the tickles.
Hobie eventually gave him a breather, sitting up and admiring his work. Pav greedily gulped in air, giggling like mad as he tried to catch his breath. Why did he do this again… oh, right. The candy: he had almost forgotten about the treat stash.
"Al'igh Pavi, ya got one more chance. Where's your stash, mate?" Pavitr got one more poke to the armpit, just because he could. The giggly boy groaned, leaning his head back and scrunching his eyes shut.
He relented, not having any more energy left to resist."F-fihihine! Ihit's- it's ihin Anvi's pohohot. Now noho mohohore!"
That got an eye-roll from the punk. Anvi was the name of Pav's fake fern. Hobie took a small pocket knife from his waistband, cutting the webs and climbing off his friend.
The plant pot looked normal, save for a throw pillow propped on the bottom. Moving the pillow aside, Hobie found a hole in the ceramic. There, right inside, were two big buckets of candy. "Damn, Pav. Cleaned 'em out, didn' ya?"
Taking one of the buckets, Hobie replaced the pillow and walked back over to the couch. At that point, Pavitr was sitting up, his breathing returning to normal. The blush on his cheeks was very visible, but other than that, he seemed to have calmed down.
Cute… Hobie set the bucket between them, grabbing the first chocolate off the top, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. Pav followed suit, though he didn't pass up the chance to poke Hobie's side. The punk just chuckled, tossing an empty sweets wrapper at his head.
On the off chance you've still got spots left, I want to offer some SpiderVerse numbers. >w<
Definitely 29 (Wake Up!) with Hobie getting tickled awake one too many times by Gwen, Pavitr, and/or Miles. I admit I wouldn't be able to pick just one.
I think it'd just be cute to see 7 (Flustered) with Miles and Gwen. Probably with her teasing and riling him up playfully, only for him to turn the tables when he finds out she's ticklish.
17 (Interrogation) with Pavitr trying and probably failing to keep a secret--probably the candy stash--from at least one of the others. I think it'd most likely be Hobie.
I'm tempted to say 10 (Ghost) with Lee Gwen, but I admit I don't have anything more specific than Ghost-Spider jokes. >w<
I hope you like them! I admit I'm tempted to write a couple of them myself if you can't use them. Have fun!
~Panda/Black Feathers
TickleTober Day 7 - Flustered
YOU'RE AMAZING ACK! I have been DYING to write some Spiderverse fics, and these are such fun ideas! I've had a helluva time coming up with ideas. I'm gonna post links for the event on my masterpost when I'm done, so if you want I can tag on each one, but they'll all be on there at the end of the month. Once again, thank you, and Enjoy!
Lee: Gwen
Ler: Miles
Summary: Miles and Gwen step away for a peaceful moment to themselves. At least, that's what he thought before Gwen pokes fun and teases him. Lucky for him, he finds the perfect way to retaliate.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!
Things across the Spiderverse had been…well, interesting. Since they’d sorted out the canon event fiascos, Miles had been brought into the new Society. They had obviously worked out some serious issues, and Miguel was forced into Anger Management with Dr. Spidey. Two broken fainting couches later, progress was pretty much on the rise. Overall, things were getting better. Better, and pretty chaotic.
Miles was going on at least two missions a day, both in and out of his dimension. The dimension he visited most, of course, was Gwen’s. He was in her dimension almost every day, either helping out with a villain or just grabbing some pizza or coffee. She had helped him get his grades up, even though his Spanish was kinda lacking. These visits were squeezed in between missions, homework, lectures, chores, and just general life stuff. Needless to say, he was relieved to have a day both off from Society work, school and home chores.
Miles swung through the water-color streets of Earth-65, heading for Gwen’s place. Things had gotten easier with seeing her as well. Now that her dad knows, he can show up in his suit without issue. Finding her window open, he used his webs to sling-shot himself through the opening. Luckily, he went right through, skillfully landing on her bed. Good thing, too; she was right there, that would’ve been embarrassing. The blonde sat nearby in front of her drumset, rolling her eyes at nis entrance.
“Okay then, showoff. Gimme a sec to grab my bag; coffee as usual?” She set her sticks down, adjusting her beanie as she rooted through one of her doom-boxes for a specific bracelet. She found it, snapping the sunflower cord bracelet on and pulling off her hoodie, revealing her spider suit. Gwen had been dressed and pretty much ready to go before he even got there. Slinging her cross-body backpack on, she pulled her mask over her face and was good to go.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Was thinking of going somewhere quiet afterwards, if you wanna.” She hummed at the thought, nodding. “Sounds good to me. City’s actually been peaceful today, it’s kinda unsettling.” Miles just chuckled and gripped the window sill. He was glad her day had been as calm as his; they would have no problems getting some alone time together.
Miles leaned back, letting himself fall a few feet out her window before shooting out a web to catch himself. Gwen copied the action, adding a bit of flair with a twist and flip. He laughed, feeling the wind whip through the breathable fabric of his suit as he swung.
They eventually reached the cafe, the kind barista more than used to seeing the two heroes suited-up and craving a caffeine fix. He knew their orders by heart, always whipping up their favorite pick-me-ups whenever he saw them enter. The man grabbed their drinks, bidding them goodbye as they swung away from the shop.
Finally, the pair made it to their quiet spot, resting atop a tower overlooking one of Gwen’s favorite parks. Just out of the way enough for them to safely unmask. They both pulled off their masks, taking long sips of their coffees. Miles hummed happily, feeling the heat warm him and the caffeine wake him up. “Mmm, I love that cafe. The guy’s so nice, ya know?”
Gwen just chuckled, loving the smile that graced his lips. The drummer scooted closer, just about touching shoulders with her “friend”. “Yeah, think we’re his favorites. I’ll have to bring a nicer tip next time, he deserves it.” She sipped her own, loving the sweeter taste of her iced coffee. She watched as his cheeks warmed a bit, both from the heat of the coffee and her proximity. “You’re cute, you know that?”
That only made his blush darken, the reddish-pink now visible on his dark cheeks. “Shut it, you’ve got no room to talk.” He had meant for it to sound confident, though his voice was a bit higher than he would’ve liked. Stupid feelings…
No way was she stopping there. It was way too fun to tease the boy, getting the blushy reactions and shaky huffs from her words. “But it’s true, flower. Look, you’re blushing right now!” Her tone was playful and sweet, just the right mix of the two so she didn’t sound too flirty. Gwen brought her hand close to his face, playfully poking his cheeks.
He almost choked on his sip of coffee, swatting at her hand and trying to keep his thoughts in check. Flower? He hadn’t heard that one yet, though he definitely didn’t mind it. Still, he had an image to protect, however tattered and damaged it may have been. “Ugh, stop it!”
The growing blush on his face was possibly the cutest thing she’d seen all day. It was so easy to get to him, she had to abuse that fact every chance she got. “Neh, that’s just a you problem. Get less cute and I won’t have to call you out on it.”
Okay, now she’s trying to get me to blush… Miles shoved at her face, his palm pressing into her nose as he tried to put a little space between his blushing face and hers. Gwen just snickered, loving the reactions she was getting. “Wow, I finally have you tongue-tied, huh? Never thought the day would come, I’m kinda scared.”
He laughed a bit at that, finding her teases just a little funny. She yelped as he shoved her face away, lightly biting his hand just to be a gremlin. He definitely didn’t yelp, and he had absolutely no increase of any red coloring on his cheeks. His tone was a sad attempt at a tease, sounding more whiny than anything. “S-seriously, Gwanda?”
Gwen snorted at the silly name, once again reminded that Miles’s calling was definitely visual arts, not writing. “You’re so good at drawing, yet so bad at coming up with decent excuse stuff. How does that even work, blossom?” Her hand moved up, flicking his thick hair.
“Hey, watch the ‘do!” He grabbed her wrist, poking her now-exposed side. He had expected a grunt or groan, but not the strangled yelp the action received. His memories wandered to a few days prior, where Pavitr had been goofing around with Gwen. And, Pav being Pav, had decided to start something he couldn’t finish. The two had gotten into a tickle fight, which Miles definitely didn’t stick around to watch. Nevertheless, he had a perfect idea on how to retaliate to her teasing.
Smirking, Miles tugged her arm up further, cupping the back of her head with his hand as he pinned her to the concrete rooftop. Once he was sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, he gathered both her wrists above her head, webbing them in place. Gwen wasn’t going anywhere.
“Mihiles- Miles wait!” The blonde squirmed and wriggled, trying to break the webs. Her efforts were fruitless, the silky material seemingly rooted in place. Gwen would apologize, but she wasn’t really sorry for anything. He was cute, it was her job to call him on it.
Miles smirked down at her, his cheeks still bearing a small amount of the rosy hue. “Yeah, don’t think so. Time for a taste of your own medicine!"
His fingers dug into her stomach, poking and pinching the tiny bit of pudge below her belly button. She squealed, not expecting the immediate attack on such a ticklish spot. “GYAA- MIHIHILES! NOHOHO!”
Her laughter was honestly adorable, wild and happy as she squirmed around. Miles couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated back up, the red color once again burning his rich complexion. Gwen was too lost in laughter to notice, her eyes scrunched tight in mirth. “COHOME OHOHON! IHI- I DIHIDN’T DOHO THIHIHIS!”
That was true, though she did tease him. Her words snapped him out of his little trance, a smirk gracing his lips. “Hmm. Sounds like a you problem, Gwen.” She groaned through her laughter, hearing him quote her earlier sass. “DOHON’T USE MY WOHOHORDS AGAINST MEHEHEEE!” The end was a bit whinier than she would’ve liked, but it got the point across.
“You deserve it. But fiiiine, I’ll move.” Miles moved up to her ribs, scratching between each bone. Her form-fitting spider suit offered little to no protection, and she had a good hour before the webs naturally dissolved. Miles would obviously stop way before then. Still, she knew that the only way out of this was through him.
The ribs were, thankfully, not as bad as her stomach. Gwen’s loud laughter dwindled down to bubbly giggles, her arms straining as she tugged at the webs. “M-Mihihiles! Thihis is soho nohohot fahahahair!”
Damn, why did her laugh have to be so cute? It didn’t matter if it was loud or squeaky, her happy sounds always put a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. Gwen would’ve teased him, but she was a bit busy giggling her head off at the moment. Maybe he could use his flustered dilemma to his advantage. “And you said I was cute. Look’it you, you’re giggling as much as Mayday.”
Gwen felt her own cheeks getting pink, the silly teases, tickles, and Miles’s smile was flustering her a bit more than she’d like to admit. She completely deserved it, but still. The tickling wasn’t inherently unbearable, though it definitely got to her. Mainly, it was Miles. His warm yet mischievous smile, dumb teases, nimble fingers and rosy cheeks were melting her brain to a giddy soup. “Shuhut ihihit!”
The park was quiet, Gwen’s silly sounds filling the otherwise peaceful air. From the rooftop, nobody could really hear them, save for a few loud squeals or squeaks. It was just the birds, Miles, Gwen and her lively giggling.
Soon enough, Gwen’s cheeks grew sore, her eyes slightly watering at the edges. Her bright red face was telling enough, a clear signal that it was time to stop. Miles stilled his fingers, only a bit dissapointed he didn’t get to try many spots. He’d have plenty of time later. “You alive down there?”
She grumbled some choice words, burying her blushing face in her shoulder. Miles was a bit better off, his own blush now a faint glow. “That’s a solid maybe.” He chuckled, tearing the webbing and freeing his fellow spider person’s hands. Gwen immediately hugged herself, rubbing at her tingling ribs. “You’re free, giggles~”
That earned him a foot to the hip. His spider sense had warned him in advance, though he let her get the small hit in. Miles raised his hands in defeat, struggling not to laugh. “Ohokay, okay! I’m done, promise.”
“Youhu suck, Morales!” Gwen finally sat back up, fully recovered from his attack. A small blush still tinted her cheeks, though neither of them dared mention it. He did, however, want to joke around a bit. “Only when you need it.”
Another foot to the hip, though he dodged it that time. The other hero got to her feet, wobbling slightly before she found her footing. Experimentally shooting out a web, she swung a few feet, giving herself permission to swing around the city again. Her next web shot was aimed at Miles, nailing him in the chest and pulling him closer. “You’re lucky you didn’t kill me! Could’ve left the whole city in shambles.”
He just laughed, feeling the butterflies swarm in his stomach at the sudden closeness. Another joke was attempted, though it sounded more bashful than anything. “At least you’re pretty when you giggle. Hell’uva way to go out, all adorable blushes and cute smilin’.”
Gwen bit her lip, his words echoing through his head. Adorable, cute, pretty... Her eyes darted to his full lips, imagining a common scenario that played through her head more times than she was willing to admit around the boy. It was then when she noticed just how close she’d tugged Miles in. Awkwardly chuckling, she looked away, releasing the web tethered to his chest and pulling her mussed up hair back. “Whatever, smiles. You’re worse than I am, a stoplight could get jealous of your blushes.”
He rolled his eyes, tugging the black fabirc of his mask snugly over his face. It did little to hide his emotions though, the expressive bug-eyes conveying his feelings just fine. They had brushed off the small moment, as they had hundreds of times before. Mutual pining would only take them so far, but neither was feeling bold enough to take any action right then. “Zip it. You should’a seen your face a few minutes ago, those cheeks were red as Peter’s suit.”
An empty coffee cup was chucked at his head, though he easily dodged and sent it soaring for the nearby park’s recycling bin. The playful banter continued, even as they left the park and started their patrol. Neither one of the spiderlings could get the happy, warm smiles off their faces as they spoke. Best slow day ever…
A/N: Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another spiderverse tk fic because I am not normal about spiderverse or tks (the fact that I say 'tks' should tell you everything you need to know-) ANYWAYS! I'm doing day 4 of tickletober, again with lee!hobie because I love this tall punk and he needs to be wrecked to hell and back. I've decided I'm not going to do every single day of tickletober, really just ones I feel like doing and have the motivation for. I realistically wouldn't be able to do every day anyways, as I'm fairly busy with school atm. Anyways, I won't take up anymore of your time, so just enjoy the fic! :D
TW: swearing, tickles
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It took a lot to shake Hobie Brown, a lot to catch him off guard, to make him tick. Not even counting the spidey-sense that he and every other spider-person had, it still took a lot to even mildly surprise him. All of his friends knew this, and they were driven mad by this fact.
Which led to now.
"Okay, so operation 'Finally surprise Hobie' is a go?" Miles asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Gwen and Pavitr. The three teenagers were located in the spider-society cafeteria, getting a bite to eat as they discussed their master plan. Pavitr shrugged, tilting his head to the side.
"Well," Pavitr began, drawing out the word. "We could do it after we eat.. but! I do have an idea on how we can really get him!" He beamed, a huge grin on his face. Miles and Gwen looked at Pavitr, a look of curiosity, but also a bit of mischief to it.
"Go on.." Gwen urged, her eyes shining with pure mischief.
"Okay.. so you guys don't know this, but..."
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Hobie chuckled as he saw Miles approach him, tilting his head to the side. Miles was running to Hobie with a sense of urgency, which spiked the punks curiosity. He gave Miles a small wave, looking down at the panting teenager.
"Ay Miles, watcha need? Seems urgent." Hobie said, giving Miles a small, yet curious grin. Miles wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, straightening his slightly bent posture to look at Hobie. "Yeah, actually.. I.." Miles paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.. and also try his best to hide the growing smirk that was appearing on his face.
"Me.. Pav, Gwen.. we need your help." Miles said, quickly thinking up a story to elaborate on. "We lost one of Miguel's.. gadgets- don't ask why we have it- and we can't find it anywhere. Last I checked it was somewhere in Pav's room but.." Miles paused a second time, trying to make up a convincing enough story to fool Hobie, which was pretty damn hard with him usually being the main prankster of the group.
And yet, there was no elaboration needed, because Hobie was apparently none the wiser.
"Pfft. Sure, I'll help you guys out. You don't want Miguel on your ass for losin' something of his, lemme tell ya." He agreed, a low chuckle coming from the punk. Miles had to fight the huge mischievous grin that threatened to appear on his face, opting for a soft smile instead.
"Great, thanks man!" Miles said, bouncing on his heels. "Gwen and Pav are already in his dimension so I'll just.." Miles created a portal to Earth-50101 for him and Hobie, looking back at the punk before jumping in, with said punk following close behind.
Gwen's leg bounced as she sat on Pavitr's bed, looking up at the Indian Spider-Man with a slightly worried expression. "You know if we do this we're dead right?" Gwen said, looking around Pavitr's room almost haphazardly.
"Don't worry!" Pavitr reassured, cracking his knuckles in slight preparation. "If he's getting anyone back, it's me! This was my idea after all!" He added, looking to Gwen with a determined expression.
A portal in Pavitr's room opened suddenly, with Miles hopping out and Hobie right behind him, his hands in his vest pockets. Gwen looked to Miles, her expression practically asking Miles if Hobie bought the lie. Miles got the message and gave her a thumbs up when Hobie wasn't looking.
"Right, so, you lot ended up losin' one of Miguel's gadgets if I'm not mistaken?" Hobie asked, raising an eyebrow at the three teenagers in front of him. Miles nodded, praying that Gwen and Pavitr did the same. Miles internally cursed himself for not telling Gwen and Pavitr what lie he came up before hand, but he let out an internal sigh of relief when Gwen began to speak.
"Uh.. yeah. Lost it somewhere in Pav's room.." Gwen said, pretending to look underneath Pavitr's bed in search for the gadget they 'lost'. Hobie chuckled and actually began looking for this not-really-lost gadget, looking at the higher shelves that were in Pavitr's room. While Hobie wasn't looking, Miles gave Pavitr and Gwen a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Gwen and Pavitr returned the mischievous expression, all of them looking to Hobie with a devilish smirk.
An idea brewed in Miles' mind, walking over to Hobie and trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Is it not up here?" Miles asked, looking up to Hobie. "Uh.. don't think so." Hobie replied, sighing as he looked down at Miles. "Alright.. thanks, by the way." Miles added, giving Hobie a small poke or two to the torso as thanks, also just to check if Hobie reacted.
Hobie didn't even flinch.
Miles internally sighed at the lack of a reaction, going back to Gwen and Pavitr, who were pretending to look for the gadget. Miles bent down to Pavitr's level, the teen pretending to look in a few drawers.
"I thought you said he was ticklish?" Miles whispered, keeping his tone incredibly soft so Hobie wouldn't hear. "He is! You just gotta know where to poke!" Pavitr replied, giving Miles a poke to the ribs to prove his point. Miles squeaked and jumped back, lightly slapping Pavitr's arm. "Well where do I poke?" Miles asked, widening his eyes as another way to ask for further elaboration.
Pavitr couldn't help but giggle, cocking his head to the side. "Here.. give me a second.."
Pavitr walked up to Hobie, grabbing his hands rather quickly and dragging him closer to the middle of the room. Hobie let out a small yelp, stumbling on his feet from the sudden movement. "Pav, what're you doin'? If you needed help over here you coulda shouted for me." Hobie said, looking at Pavitr with a mildly confused expression. His expression only grew more confused when Pavitr started giggling, and also when Gwen and Miles looked up from where they were 'searching'.
Gwen and Miles had to stop themselves from giggling, both of them covering their mouths with their hands. Pavitr looked towards Gwen and Miles, not even being able to hide the mischief in his eyes. "I'll let you guys take the lead, I feel like it's not as fun if I tell you guys where he's ticklish!"
Hobie's eyes widened very slightly, covering up his mild nervousness with a smirk and a laugh. "Ha! That's funny you guys, that's bloody hilarious! I'm not even ticklish." He said, his tone as smug as ever. Miles, Gwen, and especially Pavitr didn't buy the lie, with Pavitr shaking his head and chuckling. "C'mon Hobie! You can't keep up that facade forever! They had to find out eventually!" Pavitr giggled, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice. The tone of Pavitr's voice made Hobie's stomach do flips, but he would never admit it out loud. The punk took a step back, the first crack in his confident facade.
"There isn't a missing gadget is there? you lot tricked me, is that it?" Hobie's questions were met with more giggling, which Hobie assumed meant 'Yeah, we tricked you and you fell for it'.
"It was Pav's idea!" Miles was quick to blame, pointing a finger at Pavitr before anything else. Pavitr shrugged in response, looking at Miles before returning his attention to Hobie. "I know you're gonna destroy me after this, but in my opinion this is worth it!"
Miles was the first to pounce, tackling Hobie to the ground and relentlessly scratching at his stomach, seeing how the punk would react. Hobie was a bit surprised by the sudden display of strange that ended up literally sweeping the punk off his feet. He was also surprised by the bold move by Miles' fingernails scratching and scribbling at his torso, a choked giggle coming from the punk.
"I'm not ticklish mate. Give it up.." Hobie said, turning his head to the side as he felt the tiniest giggle build up inside of him. Pavitr could be heard chuckling, once again shaking his head as he looked at Hobie.
"Here, I'll give you guys a hint! There's one really ticklish spot on his body! Once you find that, he'll start going crazy!" Pavitr grinned, watching Hobie begin to squirm underneath Miles' weight. Seeing Miles struggle to stay on top of Hobie, Gwen quickly moved to sit on his thighs, her back facing Miles. Pavitr thought it was only fair if he didn't interfere, as he already knew every little spot on Hobie's body that made him crack, opting to just watch Gwen and Miles figure it out themselves.
"Sorry Hobie, you kind of deserve this, let's be honest." Miles moved his fingers to Hobie's sides as Gwen's sharp nails began working on Hobie's legs, starting at his thighs. Hobie found it a bit harder to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips, but he managed to hide them pretty well.
"I thought I told you guys-! I'm not ticklish!" Hobie said, his tone becoming a bit more high-pitched as he let out the softest giggle. Hobie squirmed underneath Miles and Gwen's weight, finding it surprisingly hard to wiggle out from underneath them. Miles and Gwen didn't buy what came out of Hobie's mouth, instead continuing to relentlessly tickle Hobie as Pavitr watched, the boy giggling at Hobie's expense.
Miles and Gwen grinned widely at the tiny giggle that came from Hobie, now knowing they had to persist, and find that aforementioned sweet spot that Pavitr told them about. Gwen and Miles' hands worked in an unpredictable fashion, keeping Hobie guessing where they would strike next. Miles' hands ruthlessly clawed at Hobie's stomach, trying to find the softest spots on his torso, and Gwen's fingernails scraped along his thighs, occasionally moving a bit lower, right next to his knee. This is where Gwen noticed something, where she noticed Hobie would tense up and squirm around a bit more whenever she got to close to his knees. Gwen nudged Miles' shoulder with her own, urging him to look at her.
"Hey, Miles.." Gwen whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Miles looked behind him to see Gwen, his fingers still squeezing and scribbling Hobie's torso as if it was a usual thing he did that didn't require any extra thought. (Miles would now want it to be a usual thing if it meant Hobie reacted in the honestly adorable way that he did.)
"Yeah? Did you find something?" Miles grinned, his eyes sparkling at the idea. Gwen nodded and pointed to Hobie's knee, circling one finger around his kneecap. Hobie's leg jerked as he put a hand to his mouth, his squirming only increasing as he tried to get the two teenagers off of him.
"You little- pfft-! S-stop that!" Hobie attempted to bark out an insult, but ended up fighting back a squeak as Gwen began scribbling along his knee. Hobie grit his teeth and made an attempt to kick his legs out, but his attempt at doing so were only met with more tickles. Miles decided that it'd be a good idea to help Gwen out, the two teens sitting on each of Hobie's legs and skittering their fingers along Hobie's knees.
Hobie did a pretty decent job at hiding his giggles, which disappointed Miles and Gwen, who both looked to Pavitr for help. Pavitr chuckled in response and pointed to his own knee, but pointed to the backside as opposed to the front. Gwen's and Miles' eyes widened in response, their grins growing impossibly wider as they wasting no time and started scratching along the backsides of Hobie's knees.
Hobie actually screamed.
"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA-! YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITS!! STOP THAHAHAHAT!" Hobie screeched, throwing his head back as he dissolved into loud cackles. Miles and Gwen's grins grew incredibly wide, and Pavitr could be heard giggling and clapping his hands.
"Well, you guys got close.. but in the end I still had to help!" Pavitr chuckled, shuffling over to Hobie. Pavitr smirked and began scribbling at Hobie's stomach, earning louder laughter from the punk. "F-FUHUHAHACK PAHAV-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!!" Hobie begged, his eyes stained with mirthful tears.
Pavitr in fact, did not stop, knowing that Hobie would only actually need a break if he stopped resisting, which he wasn't in the slightest. Hobie kicked and thrashed underneath the weight of Miles and Gwen, and he also weakly batted at Pavitr's arms, it didn't do much to deter the thirty fingers that were scratching at his body as fast as possible, but it was worth a shot right?
"Wow, Hobie. And I thought you said you weren't ticklish.." Miles said, continuing to scratch behind Hobie's knee with one hand, and looking down at his other hand as a cruel idea flicked into his mind. Hobie's only response was flipping Miles off, being to incapacitated from his laughter to do anything else. Gwen chuckled as she saw Hobie give Miles the finger, experimentally squeezing the skin underneath Hobie's knee, only to be met with more cackles and shrieks.
A few sparks of blue electricity flicked across Miles' fingers, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Miles stopped tickling Hobie, and zapped the skin underneath his knee with one finger, all the electricity he charged up going straight to Hobie. The feeling didn't hurt in the slightest, in fact, Hobie would argue it did the exact opposite as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched shriek.
"MILES-!! FUHUHUCKIN STAHAP- SHIHIHIT NOT AGAHAIN-! NAHAHAHAHAHA MILES!" Hobie screamed as Miles zapped behind his knee a second time, his eyes shut as mirthful tears began to fall down his face. Hobie's squirming lessened significantly, the only thing the punk had the energy to was laugh, and even his own laughter was beginning to go silent. Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr noticed this, and they all slowly came to a stop, looking down at the panting Hobie.
"You alright? We didn't kill you did we?" Gwen asked, her tone mostly teasing, but with a slight hint of genuine worry. Hobie shook his head, giving Gwen a shaky thumbs up.
"N-nah.. I'm fine.." Hobie replied, still stuck in a fit of giggles. Hobie put the back of his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the lingering tingles that stayed on his body even after the three teenagers pulled their hands away.
Once Hobie regained enough energy, he sighed, lifting his head up slightly. "Could you guys.. get offa me?" Hobie asked, being met with two nods and Gwen and Miles getting off of Hobie. Hobie sat up, and as if he hadn't lost a single bit of energy, sprung up to his feet, wiping his eyes as laughter-induced tears still stained them. The three other teens in the room followed Hobie, each and every one of them springing up to their feet with similar energy.
"Right.. now if I remember correctly, Miles said you were the instigator behind all this, right Pav?" Hobie asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at Pavitr with an expression that said 'I'm gonna tickle the shit out of you.'
Pavitr responded with a nervous giggle, gingerly backing up from where Hobie stood. "W-well.. Miles and Gwen did agree to it, so.." Pavitr stammered, trying to convince Hobie to go after the other two instead.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gettin' em back later. But for now.."
A/N: HELLO TUMBLR TK COMMUNITY!! This is my first fic I'm posting on here, with tickletober giving me the motivation I needed to do so!! I've always been lurking in the community ever since I joined it, but I finally thought that it was time to put myself out there! I'm currently OBSESSED with ATSV, so I did a thing with Hobie and Miles bc I love how they interact in the movie! Anyways, I won't bore you with a super long authors note that most people probably won't read, so I hope you enjoy the fic!
Tw: swearing, mention of blood/bleeding out, tickles
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Hobie slumped onto the couch of his living room, clutching his waist in pain. He had been sent out on a mission, and had got beaten up.. pretty badly to say the least. Despite the insistence that he was fine and 'I've survived worse, I'll be alright', it didn't stop Miles Morales from checking in on him to examine and.. try to heal his wounds.
"Mate.. I'm fine, really." Hobie said, wincing as Miles examined the wound.
"Hobie, you're literally bleeding out." Miles replied, a hint of sass in his voice. Hobie just shrugged, surprising Miles with how nonchalant he was, but he did inhale sharply between his teeth as Miles wrapped up the wound in gauze. Hobie let out a shaky sigh, turning his head away from Miles. Hobie didn't like it when his friends took care of him like this, feeling like he could take care of himself due to being the oldest in the group. He felt it was childish of him to ask his younger friends for help, when he knew that they had to deal with the same, if not worse, pain.
Hobie's body flashed a few colours, the colour around his waist being relatively normal so Miles could see and tend to the wound better. The rest of his body was a muted gray, small bits of a blood red colour appearing on his body like paint splatters whenever Hobie would wince from the pain, the colours eventually fizzling back out into the gray. To anyone who didn't know Hobie, it was an oddly pretty spectacle (despite it being at Hobie's expense), but to those closest to him, it was relatively normal, so it didn't distract Miles from the task at hand; which was making sure Hobie didn't bleed out and die.
After the bulk of the treatment was finished, Hobie melted into his couch, feeling a bit more relaxed after the more painful part of the process was dealt with. Now, Miles was just examining his torso, making sure there were no other major wounds. The feeling was relatively calming, feeling like a sort of massage. Miles' fingers were quick to examine Hobie's torso, now examining his ribs to see if any of the bones had cracked. What Miles didn't expect was the sharp intake of breath that came from the punk, the spot that Miles touched flashing to a more neon shade of yellow for a brief moment before returning back to normal.
"O-oh, sorry- did I hurt you..?" Miles asked, a bit of shame in his tone. Miles looked at Hobie with a worried expression, afraid he might've caused more damage.
The usually cool and collected Hobie stammered for a moment before shaking his head, making up an excuse from the top of his head. "Nah, you're fine mate. Just wasn't really expecting it 's all." Hobie replied, that yellow colour on his ribs returning as if it was disagreeing with what Hobie said.
Miles noticed the flash of yellow, not exactly knowing what it meant. He knew that if Hobie's body was blue, it meant he was sad, pink meant platonic love (his body would be a brighter red if he was around someone he loved romantically), and many, many other different colours and meanings that Miles had memorized due to knowing Hobie for a good while. This yellow was new, something that Miles had never seen before. Miles thought he might've been reading to much into this, so he just gave Hobie a small hum in response and continued his examination.
Hobie's body stiffened slightly as Miles went back to examining his ribs, feeling an unbearably ticklish feeling every single time Miles' fingers would lightly press against the bones, checking for any painful reaction. The yellow colour only being on Hobie's ribs definitely eluded to.. something, Miles wasn't sure, but the colour made Miles somewhat worried. Miles withdrew his hands, a small frown on his face as he looked at his friend with concern.
"Hobie, if it hurts you need to tell me. I don't wanna make it worse." Miles fretted, his tone being concerned and a bit scared for his friend. Hobie felt a little bad that his stifled ticklish reactions made Miles worried, but.. it was still extremely embarrassing to him, so Hobie shook his head, dismissing Miles' worries.
"I'm fine. Don't worry 'bout it. You worry to much bruv." Hobie chuckled, his teeth clicking against his tongue piercing out of slight nervousness. Miles raised an eyebrow, inching his hand closer to Hobie's ribs, but not touching them just yet. Hobie's reaction immediately became apparent, the punk flinching away from Miles' hand, and the yellow colour on his body spreading slightly. Miles was confused. If it didn't hurt, what was the issue? Miles thought of himself in Hobie's situation for a moment, being injured and having a friend of his checking for injuries. He thought of somebody's hand pressing against his ribs, slightly pressing against the bone to see if they were hurt. Miles' eyes immediately widened at the realization, a small smirk appearing on his face.
"Oi, what're you bein' all smug about?" Hobie questioned, his body stiffening slightly as he pointed an accusing finger at Miles. Hobie figured that Miles had found out why he was reacting in the way that he did, and as a result of this, a small bit of red crept up onto his face, and the yellow along his ribs spread and became a bit brighter.
Miles couldn't stop himself from giggling, finding the situation incredibly amusing. "Oh, it's nothing.." Miles quickly darted a hand to Hobie's ribs before pulling it away just as fast, grinning as Hobie's body jumped away from it and an essence of a screech escaped his lips.
"Y-you wouldn't do.. that to me! I'm injured man, you'll kill me!" Hobie argued, narrowing his eyes as he found it a bit harder to keep his cool.
"Relax! I'll be gentle!" Miles said, his giggles getting louder as his hand made contact with Hobie's torso. Miles smirked at the way Hobie's body tensed up, and the slightest hint of a squeak made it's way past Hobie's closed lips. Miles slowly, and I mean slowly dragged his fingers along Hobie's ribs, the punk inhaling sharply as a result.
"Miles! Fuck- stop that!" Hobie yelped, the tiniest giggle slipping through his gritted teeth. Hobie's pleas were only met with a huge grin from Miles, who immediately capitalized off of that small giggle by pressing his fingers against Hobie's ribs and vibrating his fingers rapidly. In Miles' eyes, this was gentle, as he knew Hobie had a hell of a lot of resistance when it came to touch. Wether it be pain, or in this case, tickles.
"MAHAHAHAILES-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHACK-!" Hobie screeched, his attempt to squeal out a plea immediately replaced with more bouts of loud laughter when Miles decided it would be a good idea to use a small amount of his venom power to shock Hobie, the unbearably ticklish feeling traveling across Hobie's entire torso. Miles giggled and let up, allowing Hobie to actually breath. Miles snuck an extra pinch to his ribs, grinning at the small yelp that came out of the punk.
"Alright, I'm done. Don't want you getting hurt.. more than you already are.. you good?" Miles asked, Hobie responding with a shaky thumbs up. "Y-yeah.. 'm fine mate.. holy shihihit." Hobie chuckled, the tingly feeling from the venom still present. Throughout the entire ordeal, Hobie's body changed colour completely, going from gray with those hints of yellow (which Miles was now suspecting ment Hobie was embarrassed about something), to a full blown pink, with occasional flashes of the familiar yellow colour here and there.
Miles chuckled and stood up, going to the kitchen to get Hobie some water. Miles quickly returned, offering the water to Hobie, who drank it so fast you'd be convinced there was nothing in the cup in the first place.
"Thanks Miles.. you know, for tendin' to my injuries and whatever. 'S nice of you." Hobie said, sighing as he let out one final giggle. Miles smiled, loving the fact that he left a positive impact on Hobie's well-being. "Well, I feel like it's kind of.. in my nature to care about the people I love, so you're welcome." Miles replied, his smile growing a bit wider.
"Hey, you wanna watch a movie?" Miles suddenly asked, looking at Hobie.
"Sure, what're you thinkin' of?"
And so Hobie and Miles lazily draped their bodies over Hobie's semi-comfortable couch, watching a movie on some probably illegal website. Hobie couldn't shake the small smile that was on his face, the knowing that Miles, and all of his friends for that matter, would be there for him making him feel all warm inside. Miles caught a quick glimpse of Hobie, seeing that the pink colour on Hobie's body got a bit brighter.
And personally, Miles wouldn't have it any other way.
