bonjourno pasta pizza spaghetti ravioli hellO!!! this is a tickle fic for the game Don't Starve Together!! these characters were super fun to write and i hope it spurs a bunch more content for this tiny fandom! i hope you enjoy!!
this is a fic requested by [REDACTED]!! thank you so much for the request!! <3333
this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @vqler
The campfire burned low, its orange light licking shadows across the rough clearing. Wilson sat hunched over his journal, muttering to himself as his pencil scratched across the page. Opposite him, Willow stretched lazily, poking a twig into the flames to make sparks fly. Wendy sat nearby, half-lost in thought, her pale gaze reflecting the firelight.
Wormwood, always curious, perched close to Wilson. He tilted his leafy head, watching the scientist's hand fly over the paper. Words were still strange, but Wilson made them seem so important. Wormwood liked listening, even if half the words made no sense.
"Another day survived," Wilson muttered, scratching his cheek with the back of his pencil. "...barely."
Willow smirked. "Oh, come on, you didn't even catch fire today! That's improvement."
Wilson glanced across the fire at her. "I'll thank you not to jinx our luck."
Willow waggled her burnt twig. "Relax, Beardy. What's life without a little fun? I oughta just tickle you the next time you start panicking."
Wormwood's leafy ears perked up. He leaned closer. "...Tickle?"
Wilson blinked. "Oh, well- that's- It's, ah, a human thing. A sensation caused by stimulation of the skin, leading to involuntary laughter. It's... complicated."
Wormwood's glowing eyes blinked slowly. "Tickle... makes laugh?"
Wendy gave the faintest smile. "Not because something's funny, though. It's more... a reaction you can't control."
"But it seems pretty funny from the outside," Willow added, her grin wicked.
Wilson waved his hand dismissively. "It's a reflex, not entertainment."
But Wormwood was still staring, vine fingers curling in thought. "Wormwood... not know. Want... see."
Wilson froze. "Ah. I don't think that will be necess-"
Too late. Wormwood reached out and poked Wilson's side with one spindly vine-finger.
Wilson jolted upright with a startled yelp, nearly dropping his journal. "GaAH- T-Thahat- Thahat was- Yehehes, exactly! Thahat was tickling!"
Wormwood's face lit up like moonlight through leaves. "Wilson make noise!" He poked again, fascinated by the way Wilson squirmed.
"Stohohop thahat!" Wilson sputtered, cheeks already coloring. "Iihihi whahas only explahahaining-"
Another poke. Wilson snorted despite himself, clapping a hand over his mouth. Willow barked a laugh.
"Oh, this is rich," she said, clapping her hands together. "Go on, Wormwood, keep going! You're onto something."
Wendy's voice was calm, but her eyes glittered. "It's almost like... an experiment."
Wilson tried to salvage his dignity. "Yehehes, whehehll, an expeheheriment requihihires prohohoper methohohodology, and Ihihihi- AHAHHA!! NohOHOT THehEHEHRE!!"
Wormwood had discovered his ribs. His vines wiggled experimentally against Wilson's sides, and Wilson doubled over with startled giggles.
"Wilson laugh-laugh!" Wormwood said with delight, tilting his leafy head. "Not joke, still laugh!"
The more Wilson wriggled, the more Wormwood explored. Underarms, ribs, sides, each spot drew a different reaction. Wilson's laughter rang sharp in the quiet night... a strange but welcome sound in the grim world.
Willow leaned back, grinning ear to ear. "I think your results are clear: Wilson's ticklish."
Wilson tried to glare, but the laughter ruined the effect. "IhIHI- ahahHah!! aahahHAm ahAhaha mhahahahan ohohohof sciihIHiHIence!!! St-StoHoHoHOp thihihihiHIHis aHahahat OhOhOhOnce!!"
"Science in action," Wendy murmured.
Wormwood beamed, vines busy as Wilson twisted and flailed. "Wilson make funny sounds! Heehee noises!"
Wilson collapsed backward into the grass, still giggling helplessly as Wormwood followed with relentless curiosity. "ThiHiHis- ThiHihIHis IhIhIs nOHohot prOhOHoHoPer!!! HAhaHAHhaA!!"
Willow tossed her twig into the fire, laughing at his plight. "Loohooks like the experiment's working fine to me!"
Wilson tried bargaining between bursts of laughter. "P-PlehEhehHHEase!! C-CohhohOhOntrol GrouHUHUhUps!! VahAHahHRiables!!! YouHuHu cahahahn't jUhUhust- hahHhAHhaA- IHihIMprovihiHIhise lihihike thiHihis!!"
Wormwood paused only long enough to tilt his head thoughtfully, barely comprehending any of the words Wilson was saying, even if they hadn't been squealed and garbled with laughter. Then his vines gently pinned Wilson's arms against the ground, holding him still. "Still... still changes?"
Wilson's eyes widened. "D-don't youhuhu dahare!"
Wormwood resumed, tickling his trapped subject without mercy. After all, Wilson was laughing! That means he's having fun, right? Wilson shrieked, kicking helplessly in the dirt.
"WOhOHOhORmWOHOhOOD!!!" Wilson howled. "YOuHuHu'lL- YoUHUHUhU'll RuUhUhUIN myHHy- NoHoHOHoTes!!! HahahAHAH!!"
Willow doubled over, chuckling. "Ohohoh, this is the best campfire entertainment we've had in weeks."
Even Wendy's lips twitched at the corners. "There's something poetic about a man of science undone by something so small."
"SToHOHoHOP!!! OhOHOH, foHoHoHOr ThehehehE lohohove of SahahaHAHnity, StoHoHOhOhOP!!!" Wilson begged, tears of laughter brimming in his eyes.
At last, Wormwood released him, letting the scientist flop onto the grass in a breathless heap. His coat was wrinkled, his hair stuck up wildly... well, wilder than usual... and his chest heaved with residual giggles.
Wormwood leaned close, eyes glowing warmly. "Tickle... makes smile-laugh. Not joke, but funny!"
Wilson groaned, running an exasperated hand through his hair. "Uhuhuncontrolled experimentation ahahat its finest. Myhy reputation is in shambles."
Willow patted Wormwood on the back approvingly. "Nice work, Leafy. You've discovered the ultimate weakness."
"Wilson best subject!" Wormwood added proudly.
Wilson buried his face in his hands. "I'll never live this down..."
Wendy folded her hands in her lap, voice soft as the fire hissed. "It's rare to hear laughter here. I'd call that a success."
Willow's grin widened. "And if Wormwood ever needs another volunteer, I'd be happy to sacrifice Wilson again.
Wilson groaned louder, while Wormwood's leafy head tilted with innocent confusion. "Again?"
The campfire crackled, and laughter was shared amongst friends as the shadows deepened.
Just Another Malpractice Monday Pt.2 (The Reckoning)
Lunch time arrived and there was no sign of House anywhere in the cafeteria. Wilson began to get nervous. Several people had already asked about his tie and he was already losing track of what he told Chase Vs what he told Cameron Vs what he told Foreman. It was only a matter of time before
“EeHEEP!”
Wilson squeaked loudly as House snuck up behind him and blew into his ear. He chuckled a bit as he sat down next to him.
“I’m sure that didn’t help with the gay allegations but, I heard something from a little birdie”
Wilson raised his eyebrow, still snickering a bit from it.
“A-and what allegedly is ahalleged?”
House fluttered a few fingers against Wilson’s neck and, almost immediately, he scrunches his shoulders up and bites down on his bottom lip.
“That you’re described by patients as caring and…oh what’s that word?” House brought his hand to right where Wilson’s neck met the back of his shirt collar, dipping underneath the collar ever so slightly to get him a bit flustered.
“Sensitive.”
Wilson immediately dissolved into bright happy giggles, tilting downward to hide his blushing face from the crowded mess hall. House raised his eyebrows at this contradictory movement.
“Not exactly what I was expecting…”He then moves away to leave the giggling Wilson to recover before whipping around once more to speak.
“Let’s hypothetically say that this same birdie that gave you unwarranted praise asked me about my ink stained hand directly after asking you about your tie. And we’ll, hypothetically, come to the hypothetical conclusion that your hypothetical ass is grass after clock out, Honey~” He drew out the Honey with a sickeningly sweet smile and hummed as he practically skipped his way back to his office.
Wilson gulps again, unable to eat the rest of his lunch in nervous anticipation.
God damn it, Cameron…
Wilson sat in his office for a moment after clocking out for the night, finally getting to the blood work he was meant to schedule hours ago. As Wilson fiddled with the pen that started this mess, he doesn’t recognize that House had somehow weaseled his way into his office and silently closed the door. What eventually ends up giving House away is the closing of the blinds.
“Times up, Chuckle-Fuck.”
Wilson jumped in his seat, giggling a bit in protest as House inched closer anyways. What he wasn’t expecting was for House to pull him up by his shirt collar. He dragged him to the exam table as he did so and starts to lightly scribble at the backs of Wilson’s ribs.
“Please don’t, what?” House asked, not expecting this half-baked overused bit to…
“Tihihihickle mehehe!”
Work…
“WeLp, since you asked me so nicely!” He exclaimed loud enough for Cuddy to hear him upstairs.
Coincidentally, what would follow was also loud enough for Cuddy to hear. A loud shriek pierced through the office as House wrapped his arms behind Wilson and began to wiggle at his sides. He giggled loudly and squirmed in House’s arms.
“WaHaihAit! Plehehehease, ithihihit tihihihickles!” Wilson squeaked
“That’s kind of the point.” He enunciated the T in point as he poked closer to Wilson’s stomach.
“HahAHouse!!!! Nohohohot thehehere plehehehease!!! Thahaha! Thahat’s suhuhuch a *hic* bahahahad spohohot!!” Wilson pleaded, covering his reddened face from the onslaught of hiccups emerging.
House must have been feeling merciful that day as he slowed his scribbling fingers.
“Ohoho my goHOHOD! WAIT WAIT WAhAHAHAHAIT!!!” Not too merciful as he began kneading into Wilson’s hips.
“What? I genuinely thought this wouldn’t be as bad. My sincerest apologies.” He remarked, still vibrating his fingers into his hips.
“WEhEhELL *hic* IT’S *hic* WAHAHAHAY WAHAHAHAY *hic* WORSE!!” Wilson hiccupped, his arms squeezed around his sides.
“Good to know, let me try this instead. For shits and giggles, if you will.” House then moves to just above his hips, digging into his pelvis.
Wilson’s laughter goes up an octave as he goes limp into the white paper of the table. He wrapped his own arms above where House was attacking him, all but telling him to continue. House finds this move intriguing enough to halt his kneading, his hands still lingering on Wilson’s hips.
“W-whahahat, Nohohoho bargahahanining or ahahasking mehehe for something for you to stohop?” Wilson questioned, visibly confused and almost upset?
“No need, I got everything I needed from doing that.” House smirked as he pulled his hands away entirely
“And whahat exahactly did you drahahaw from thahahat, Sherlohohock?” Wilson asked, beginning to rub the phantom tickling out of him.
“You never asked me to stop.” House blatantly stated, silently taking in the rising blush across Wilson’s giggly face.
“And judging from how that comment shut you up? You didn’t want it to either.” House’s smirk grew as Wilson began to stammer and look away from him.
“Aw, it’s ok, Chuckles. I’ll finish your testing later at home.” He winked as he got up to leave, tossing over a seemingly random crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
As House exits, Wilson curiously unfolds it to reveal a prescription for a lifetime of laughter signed with “Your secret’s safe with me, so long as you only come to me for it’s unsanctioned treatment..
