Bruce not telling anyone in the JL his identity and one day he casually mentions something only an orphan would understand.
- The JL members who are orphans understand. The others don't.
- The entire JL gets concerned.
Tim's nervous (Read: really scared) around Jason. Jason does not like this and wants to fix it. Wait, why does Bruce glare daggers at Jack Drake?
- Jason: I sense child neglect. Dad's already onto it, i see. Ok so how do i use this to get Tim stop fleeing the room whenever i walk in.
Sort of an AU fic where Bruce and Oliver were close friends (Read: brothers and that's what they see each other as) as kids, still as adults, and as vigilantes they work pretty well together, they recognized each other instantly even in cape, and while the the JL doesn't know their identities, each knows the other.
- Also they're both autistic and somehow chaos ensues after Flash overhears them talking one day at the Watchtower and now the JL wants to know how these work so well.
Bruce was a wild child and so is Damian.
Jason adjusting to being under a roof, right after Bruce found him.
The first days of Tim's being Robin. Bruce and Dick are concerned, while, oblivious, Tim is doing things that only neglected kids do. He is surprised others care. Dick sets out to change this.
AU where Jack ends up being a crap dad. Bruce has had enough and steals legal custody.
- Bruce: Well you had one chance at being a dad and you blew it.
- Bruce: Tim's my kid now.
- Jack can't do anything about this. To Tim, Jack is 'Father'. Bruce is 'Dad'.
Some of the villains notice that the other vigilantes and even Red Robin himself like joking that 'RR's folks don't even notice that he practically lives at our place, they won't notice him sneaking back in at 2AM'.
- Until one day they joke about 'RR's dad blew it. B took legal custody'.
Flash has ADHD but tells no one. The other see the signs tho. Batman calls him out on hiding it. Why Bat? Welp, the other nominated him. GA joins his autistic buddy tho.
This isn't Batfam but Billy/Captain Marvel accidentally drops some street child stuff. The League, of course, pick it up.
Bruce has trust issues. No specific event- just it was that way after his folks died. The JL figures it out that it's not just how he is, he just generally doesn't trust people. They figure out that something happened to make him this.
The JL has to come to Gotham for a mission. They have to stakeout in a graveyard. At some point while they still have a few hours, Batman slips off. When *insert any JL member(s)* find him, he's standing above two graves. They catch him saying "Hope you're proud, Mom, Dad."
- Chaos ensues from this.
Kid!Dick has a nightmare. Bruce allows his kid to spend the night with him.
Cass gets into a fight with David Cain. She is shaken. Bruce is there for her, though.
Duke has a nightmare.
Tim tries to sneak outside after having a nightmare. Bruce catches him because he's a Dad. He sensed a disturbance in the force. Anyway instead of getting mad he makes it clear who Dick learned it from and tickles Tim to bits and then carries him back to bed lol.
That's all i got for now lol. Might update it if i get more ideas.
(Takes place during Batman and Robin year one issue #7. Spoilers ahead)
Warning: Feet tickles
It seemed that Grimaldi's forces had begun working heavy overtime. There was barely any rest time for our dynamic duo, not that Richard minded all that much.
"Holy Overtime Batman!" exclaimed Robin.
"Don't" Batman quickly tried to shut Dick down.
"No, really. Is it me, or is it more nuts than usual out there this week" stated the brightly coloured lad as he planted his pixie boots on the bat-mobile dash.
Bruce scowled a little as the boy nonchalantly put his dirty shoes on his car dash. However, Dick was right, it did seem that every mob in Gotham right now was charged up to the max. Bruce agreed with the lad, frowning slightly as Dick yawned. He should be in bed, not fighting crime with him, but they made a deal.
"Feet of the dash" this instruction has been made a billion times and Dick had yet to ever listen.
"Aren't you hungry? Can we eat?" The boy ignored Bruce's direct order, irritating the man further. Bruce took a breath and continued to address the boy for the mission; however, he could not take it as he saw mud and slight spots of blood rub off of the boy's shoes onto his dash, of whom, he (Alfred) cleaned so thoroughly.
"Dick, take your feet off the dash" The dark knight ordered, he tone sounded like he was on his last nerve. The young man walked across that nerve like a tight rope.
"Oh come one Batman, chill out" Robin brushed Batman off.
So, he wanted me to chill out, eh? Thought Bruce. Bruce asked nicely but now there was no more Mister nice Bat. Bruce placed his hand on Dick's stomach and started digging into his tummy. The boy, as expected, yelped on instinct and started defending himself.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" The little man's question soon dissolved into childish giggles. Bruce released a smile, induced by the precocious little boy's laughter, he almost wanted to laugh along with him. Dick leaned against the car door and tried to kick Bruce away, however Bruce caught one of his legs and placed it down on the dash.
"Nohohoho Bruce waihahatit stop hohold ohon." the circus boy's pleading was left on deaf ears. Bruce took Dick's boot off and began lightly scribbling in the middle of his sole. Higher pitched laughter spilled out of Dick's mouth, the boy blushed as his voice cracked through his hysteria.
"I told you to take your foot off the dash, and look, you're still disobeying me." The billionaire teased. Bruce chuckled as Dick tried to pull his foot of the dash, however Bruce held him steady, tormenting the flesh on his arch and heel.
"Dick, all I'm asking you to do, is take your foot off the dash."
"Lehehet me gohohoho." Dick squealed as he tried to pull his foot off the dash. The acrobat, pulled at his leg but to no avail, Bruce's nails danced on the ball of his foot. Dick gripped Bruce's arms, tears at his eyes and face flushed from laughter.
"DAHAHAD STAHAHAP" slipped out of Dick's mouth of which was stretched into a smile. Bruce slowed down, his eyes widened, it wasn't often Dick called him dad. Maybe once or twice behind his back, but never to his face.
"I didn't mean-, well I-" Dick stuttered.
"Don't worry about it Dick." Bruce let go Dick's ankle and ruffled his ward's hair. Bruce took the car out of auto pilot and continued driving as they got closer to their destination.
Soon enough, the duo stood over Franco Bertinelli's favourite restaurant.
"I'm not really feeling Italian" said the Boy Wonder.
"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"
... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.
I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.
In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.
Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)
Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?
So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊
(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)
"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"
You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.
"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.
"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."
"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."
"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.
"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."
Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."
"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"
"8AM."
"And what time did you go to sleep?"
You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."
Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."
"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"
"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.
"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."
"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.
"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.
"I will not fall asleep!"
Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."
You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.
And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.
As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.
"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.
"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.
"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.
"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.
"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."
"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"
"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."
"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.
The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.
And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.
"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.
"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.
"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"
"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"
"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."
"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.
"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."
It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.
At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?
Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.
The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.
It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.
He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.
"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.
"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.
"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.
You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.
"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"
"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."
"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.
"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.
"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.
Nothing.
"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"
Not even a flinch.
"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.
"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.
Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.
"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.
Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.
"What are you guys doing?"
The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.
"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.
"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.
"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.
"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.
The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.
"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.
"Hey, I tried."
"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"
Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.
Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.
When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.
"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.
"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."
"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.
"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."
"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."
"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.
"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.
"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.
"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."
"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.
"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."
"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.
"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.
"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"
"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"
"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"
"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.
"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."
"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.
You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.
And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.
"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."
"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.
"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"
"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"
"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"
Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.
"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."
He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.
"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.
Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.
"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.
"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."
"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.
"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."
In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.
He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.
Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.
He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.
Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?
Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.
Suddenly, you squeaked.
It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.
"What..."
"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.
"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.
"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.
"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"
"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"
Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.
With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.
But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:
Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.
Summary: Bruce gives reader a wellness check and finds out they’re ticklish
A/n: repost from my old blog
You walked down the hallways of the avengers compound and into Bruce’s lab. It was time for your check up with Bruce.
Bruce smiled at you as you walked in. “Hey Y/n! You ready for your check up?”
You nodded at him, with a smile. “Yeah!”
“Alright then,” He smiled. “Go ahead and lay down.”
You lay down on the table, watching him as he got the equipment ready.
“Alright, Y/n,” he said. “I’m going to push on your tummy. Let me if anything hurts, okay?”
You nodded.
Bruce went to push on your tummy, making you jolt. You were extremely ticklish, but Bruce didn’t know that and you felt very flustered and embarrassed about Bruce finding out your ticklishness.
“Are you okay, Y/n?” he asked you.
You nodded. “I’m okay, Bruce!”
“Alright, I’m going to continue now,” he said, as he went to push on your tummy again.
You let out a squeak. He raised an eyebrow, as he pushed on your tummy again, drawing the same reaction from you. He smiled, as he realized what was happening. You were ticklish.
“Oh?” Bruce smirked. “Ticklish?”
“No!!” You quickly said.
Bruce poked your side, making you squeak. “I think you are.” he sang, poking around your sides, and tummy, making you break into giggles.
“Nohohoho, Bruhuhuhuce,” you giggled. He smiled and let you up, continuing with the check up.
After the check up was over, you looked up at him. “What now?”
He smirked. “Hm.” He started poking around your sides and tummy, making you squeak and break into giggles.
“Bruhuhuhuce, nohohot thahahat,” you giggled. Though you secretly didn’t mind being tickled, but you won’t tell him that. He went to squeeze your side, making you squeal and jump off the table, giggling. You ran out of the lab.
Bruce chuckled and ran after you. He chased you down the hallways and into the living room. You ran around the couch and turned to look at him. He chuckled again, as he stood on the other side of the couch. He lunged to the left and you squeaked and ran to the right. He chuckled and lunged to the right, making you squeal and run to the right.
He looked at you, thinking. Then he smirked and lunged to right, making you run left, Then he ran left and caught you and pinned you on the couch. “Got you.”
You started squirming and giggling under Bruce.
“Giggling already?” he smirked. “Now let’s see how ticklish you are.”
He started wiggling his fingers up and down your ribs, making you squeal and break out into laughter. “BRUHUHUHUCE NOHOHO!” you laughed out.
“Yes!” he teased as he moved to your armpits, and drilled. You squealed and squeezed your arms to your sides, cackling.
He drew circles around your armpits, with his fingers. Then he moved down to your sides and tummy, scribbling up and down. You curled up into a ball, laughing hard.
Bruce moved down to your knees, squeezing at them, making you kick out, while going into high pitched laughter.
“BRUHUHUCE NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Oh? Did I find a death spot?” he smirked as he continued to squeeze at your knees.
“NOHOHOHO!”
“I think I did,” he teased as he kneaded into your knees. You threw your head back in laughter.
He moved up to knead into your thighs, making you squeal with laughter. “NAHAHAHA, BRUHUHUCE!”
He moved to behind your knees, scribbling, making you kick out, laughing hard.
“You are so ticklish,” he smirked as he moved up to your sides, scribbling up and down, making you arch your back, while laughing loudly.
He smiled and let you up.
“Yohohou’re mehehean,” you let out residual giggles.
“Hey, not my fault you’re so ticklish!” Bruce said, poking your side, making you squeak and giggle.
You smiled and snuggled into Bruce. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing your head.
can we pretty please normalize casual discussions of tickling???? this is so special for me in fics, i rarely see it. it's always 'don't wanna say the word' and I'm kinda sick of that trope. enjoy! (this is for @bigirlgiggles ! i hope you accept this crumb of serotonin!)
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Bruce Banner, Thor
Words: 921
"You don't enjoy it?"
"What? Me? No," Bruce Banner flattened the hair on his arm after rolling up the sleeves of his buttoned shirt.
Thor eyed the man, head tilting in a type of admiration.
Bruce felt the eyes on him and he glanced Thor's way, squinting in the evening sunlight, "What?"
"Nothing," Thor chuckled into his word, reclining himself on the lawn the two shared, riverside, in this busy outskirt of the city they were missioning in.
"No, what? You think that's weird."
"Not weird. Just..." he sat up again, "I enjoy it. The act, the feeling, the experience. And based on people I've interacted with, they seem to like it, too," he saw the confused look on Bruce's face and he added, "Or not mind it, rather."
"I think it's like a losing control thing for me."
Thor nodded. On a top list of fears for the decorated doctor, he would've put losing control up there.
"What about the other side of it?"
"Being the tickler?"
Thor nodded, observing in deep interest as Bruce seemed to ponder the idea.
"I don't know. I guess maybe? I haven't really done it before."
Thor was smiling now, "Try it out."
"On you?"
Another nod. Now Bruce laughed. It was short and maybe a bit condescending, but it came out. When Thor wasn't also laughing, Bruce realized the god meant it.
"O-Oh..." Bruce cleared his throat.
Within the silence, a few children could be heard screaming and giggling down by the river, in the very far distance.
"You're afraid."
"Am not."
Now Thor giggled, "Oh, I see. You need some instigation. I can provide," he cleared his throat in an overly dramatic way and Bruce was already grinning despite himself, "You can't do it."
"Thor, this isn't going to work--"
"On the contrary, doctor, I see it already taking root. So, go on. Prove it to me."
"You're ridiculous," Bruce adjusted the glasses on his face, smiling at this lovable hunk of a guy.
Thor squeezed Bruce's side when he leaned over to further pester, and Bruce jerked away, "Hey!"
"You need provocation! Go on! Get me back!"
"I just told you I hahate--Thor!" Bruce chuckled and batted away the god's fingers from reaching his stomach.
"You never said hate, Dr. Banner. I won't tire of this, you know that, right?"
Bruce wasn't laughing, holding back much of the reactions he was sure Thor was looking for. But... I mean, the guy was asking for it, wasn't he? Like literally asking for it? What crime would it be to not give in? Hmm...
Bruce tackled the god. And Thor actually felt fear running down his spine for a split second. He didn't know what Bruce would feel like. He's experienced his mother's, his brother's, Jane's, and some other Avengers' tickling before, but Bruce appeared a very formidable force on the outside. It's just never actually come to fruition.
"Woah! Ohoho--!" Thor was already laughing, mostly exclaiming in surprise.
Bruce leaned over him knees planted in the grass on either side of Thor's torso. He didn't need to be the Hulk to exude power at this moment.
"Still like this?" Bruce asked as his hands fit the meat of Thor's sides and pinched, fondling the skin in them. That quickly switched to a pulsating of fingertips along the back bottoms of Thor's ribs.
The God of Thunder arched his back and threw it back into the ground in repeated up and downs, "Nohohoho wahait!"
"Switched that quick!?" Bruce beamed.
"No I wasn't-- hahaha! I wasn't saying no!" Thor spit out, giggling some more when Bruce scraped his fingers on his belly, "You're cruel!"
Bruce chortled, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He used one hand to plant a finger in Thor's shirt-covered bellybutton while his other tossed his glasses to the side. He really didn't want to get new frames. Not again.
The scientist in Bruce took in every ounce of Thor's reactions to being tickled because it fascinated him to no end. How could someone not fight back to the tickling sensation? It's literally proven that the body reacts in defense to it. We clamp up, curl inward. Maybe because he's a god... maybe the nerves are different. Bruce watched as Thor moreso clutched his hands to his chest than try to push Bruce's away, laughing loudly and openly. He was squirming back and forth. He welcomed this.
Bruce's fingers danced up the god's very prominent ribs and Thor's laughter jumped to a squeak for a half a second.
"You gonna let me in there?" Bruce was poking around Thor's closed-off armpits.
"Sh-Shohould I?"
Bruce shrugged, "I dunno, you're the one who wanted this."
Thor was catching his breath during this conversation, where Bruce pulled his hands back to rest on his own thighs.
"Got an answer yet?" Bruce poked both of Thor's hips a few times. Thor jumped and giggled again, "Come on, I don't have all day."
"Yes," Thor answered quickly now, smiling like a big bearded puppy, "Since it makes you happy."
And that's when Bruce Banner blushed. He did kinda like this side of the tickling. Probably because of who he was doing it to. Yeah, that definitely helped.
"I don't have all day, doctor," Thor cheekily teased.
Bruce's face split into a grin and he tickled his way up Thor's ribs into his armpits, booming laughter resounding once more. Bruce was chuckling with the god, finding out that yes, he preferred being the tickler.
