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Summary: Peter ate Harley's chips and tries to lie about it, so Harley tickles the truth out of him.
Harley was going to kill him. He specifically put a note on the chips bag with his name on it and the warning not to eat them. But now they were gone. And Harley knew pretty well who might be the culprit.
He stormed into Peter's room, fuming with rage "You ate my chips!" he accused.
Peter sat on his bed, scrolling on his phone and was pretty startled by Harley bursting into his room, but quickly looked pretty guilty, just now remembering that he had in fact ate the chips. Which was now coming back to bite him in the ass, nonetheless he tried acting nonchalant and oblivious.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Harley however saw through him immediately, not that it was particularly hard, given the fact that Peter was a terrible liar.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. My chips that I put a note on that they are mine and that no one is allowed to eat them. You ate them."
"It wasn't me. Maybe it was Tony?" Peter lied, which sounded just as unconvincing as his first lie.
"Tell me the truth! You ate my chips!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Okay if that's how you want to play it"
Harley snarled and lunged forward, knocking Peter back on his bed. He made quick work of pinning his hands above his head, hovering a hand above his belly
"Come on Harls, you don't need to do this" Peter pleaded nervously, while anxiously eyeing Harley's hand.
"Admit that you ate my chips and apologize and I will let you go"
Peter knew this was a trap. It didn't matter if he admit it or not, he would get tickled either way, so he decided to be stubborn.
"I'm not admitting anything"
"We'll see about that" he said menacingly.
With that he dropped his hand on Peter's belly, scratching and scribbling mercilessly and digging into the sensitive flesh.
Peter shrieked and started laughing wildly, his belly was his worst spot and Harley knew it. Those tortures fingers absolutely driving him up the wall, leaving no spot untickled.
"Do you admit that you ate my chips?"
"Nohoho"
"Wrong answer" Harley said darkly before dipping a finger into Peter's bellybutton, swirling it around.
Peter squealed and fell into another laughing fit, even louder than the last, occasionally snorting in-between.
"Nohoho nohohohot thehehr!"
If Harley wasn't occupied with making him pay, he would notice that Peter is pretty cute, laughing his head of like this, but he had a job to get done. And Peter still wasn't talking.
"Maybe I should eat your tummy, just like you ate my chips"
"Nohoho plehehease nohoho"
But it was no use, Harley leaned down and blew a huge raspberry over his bellybutton.
Peter absolutely lost it, bucking his hips, practically screaming and cackling as he lost himself in the incredible ticklish feeling.
Then Harley blew another one and another and another.
When eventually Peter's laugh went silent he let up, giving Peter a minute to breath.
Peter laid there completely out of breath, tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes, and his face as read as his suit.
"Now, are you ready to admit it and apologize, or do you need another round?"
"Okay, okay I ate your chips. I'm sorry."
"There, wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Man, that was brutal."
"But you deserved it" Harley said, poking him in the side, making Peter jump and squeak.
Harley got of the bed and walked to the door, turning back to Peter once more.
"The next time you see a bag of chips with my name on it. Do. Not. Touch it. Am I clear?"
"Crystal"
"Good"
He closed the door and made his way to the kitchen, finding himself another snack to eat.
Completely stolen inspiration from @fluffy-lee-boa and their post ! I'm so sorry, I had to, the idea was SO FRICKIN CUTE!!! First fic in a while, and it's short and super fluffy, so I hope y'all like!
Abner Krill did not look people in the eyes. Anyone: humans, animals, monsters... no one.
"How many you got on there?"
Abner lifted his eyes to the general direction of Harley Quinn, seated beside him on the flight back home.
"How many what?" his soft voice asked back.
"Polka dots," Harley poked one on his arm.
"Oh, um.. I don't know."
Switching perspectives here for a second; Harley was always one to please. If she felt the love, she gave the love. Abner needed a little. He was looking real low to her. So, she sat next to him on the plane on purpose and kept shooting him smiles and glances in hopes he'd look back. No such luck, so she then had to ask.
"Let's find out together. I'm sure you're dyin' to know!" Harley pressed, teeth in full show with an eager smile. She turned herself towards the Polka Dot Man, tucking one leg beneath her opposite thigh to more comfortably sit.
"N-No, I don't really-- I don't like being-- Harley!"
"1 2 3 4 5 -- What?" she inquired, high-pitch in tone. Her eyes were wide to feign innocence. She had started veering her fingers down towards the dots on Abner's side and stomach when he called her name.
"It--," he gulped down any further words he was planning on spouting.
"You ticklish or somethin', Abby?" Harley leaned in a bit closer to Abner's ear when she asked, a squeak of giddy energy following her question. She started poking again, this time watching his face more closely as opposed to focusing on the dots.
"Noho!" Abner choked out and his arm cinched to his side.
"No??" Harley gasped, "Uh ohhhh," she drew out, now switching to pinches, "Liar liar pants on fire!"
Abner was... a bit stunned, to say the least. Why did he invite such playfulness? What was he doing different from normal that Harley picked up on? Why was he laughing? Why did his insides want to crawl to his outsides?
"Whoops! Gotta restart the count! Geez, Abby, pull yourself together or we're never gonna crack this case," Harley used a few fingers now to press and wiggle into every polka dot she set her sights on, even a few spaces in between.
"Stop!" Abner whispered, "W-Wait-- HA!"
His arms were frozen at his sides, unable to make much use out of them. His laughs were coming out in giggles and in breathy gasps and hissing.
"Okay okay, ya big baby," Harley lifted her fingers from the fabric of Polka Dot Man's suit but kept them poised an inch above his sides, ready to strike again.
Abner had wound up rotating himself so he was facing Harley, in the midst of his shuffling and laughter. Probably not the best position if he wanted the tickling to stop. But something in him told him that was his best chance at his defense.
"Nohoho no--Noho!" Abner jumped in his seat when he saw Harley's arms move in. Harley herself was chuckling away, finding Abner's childlike laughter extremely endearing.
"You two gonna get it over with or what?" Bloodsport over on the other side of the plane semi-shouted.
"I'mmmmm gonna getcha!" Harley teased Abner, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrists to mimic another tickle attack.
Abner raised his hands on instinct to cover his reddening face and smiling mouth. He couldn't handle the teasing, nuh-uh, no way, no how.
Harley took the lead and she shot her hands to Abner's now exposed belly. Both hands, fingers digging in wildly. Her thumbs even found their way towards the small man's dips in his hips while the rest of her fingers kept working their magic.
Abner lost it. He fell forward into his own lap, effectively trapping Harley's hands right where they were. His snickers shook his whole body. Loose pleads were gushing from his lips, largely silenced by his budding laughter.
"Someone's a little tickle bug," Harley cooed, wrestling her hands free but not without landing some more pokes along the dots covering Abner's back as he recovered.
Abner remained totally hunched over, catching his breath. His insides were bubbly again. And he knew it wasn't from the parasite eating him alive.
Blinking his teary-from-laughter eyes open, Abner slowly righted himself in his seat. His deep brown eyes were trained on Harley's knee but he slowly lifted them up. He shut them once more with a prepping wince before opening them again. He looked right at Harley's brilliantly beaming face and he found himself smiling no longer from the tickling she inflicted on him. He then looked towards Bloodsport, then Nanaue, then Cleo. They were all smiling at him in one way or another.
"Heh," he let out a happy breath, sucking it back in when he glanced Harley's way again.
"Thank you," he mumbled, bashful again but happy.
"Anytime, Abby," Harley pinched his cheek affectionately.
No more mother for right now. Not one of them was. His friends were all beautiful and handsome and cool. He could look them in the eyes now, that's for sure.
A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.
anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!
It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.
Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.
Well, all but one person.
Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.
Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?
(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)
“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.
Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.
Hmph. This was worse than she thought!
“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.
He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.
Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.
He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”
Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.
“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”
From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.
Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”
Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”
She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.
“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.
Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”
“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.
“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.
Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”
He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”
Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.
These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.
If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.
She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”
“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.
After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..
“ISLEY!”
The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”
Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.
“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.
Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.
His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.
“C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.
“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.
“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.
Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”
Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”
“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.
Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.
Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.
There’s the Edward they knew and loved!
Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”
Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.
Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.
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Summary: Peter annoys Harley into tickling him.
Harley sitting on his bed working on his laptop when Peter came in. He wordlessly walked over to his bed, unceremoniously flopping down and staring at him.
"You need anything?" Harley asked confused
"No, I was just bored."
"And I assume you want to stay here?"
"Yep."
Harley rolled his eyes "Fine, but he quiet I have work to do."
"Okay" Peter agreed, but Harley doubted that his silence will last for long. Peter is practically an inexhaustible chatter box.
And lo and behold not even two minutes later Peter started talking again.
"Harley?"
He sighed "Yes?"
"Are you done soon?"
"Not if you keep annoying me."
"Okay"
Harley tried going back to his assignment, but just three minutes later Peter threw himself on Harley's legs shutting his laptop.
"Peter what the hell!"
"Great, now I have your attention!"
"Seriously, that's what this is about?"
"Yep."
Harley let out a long breath "Fine, you want my attention, I will give you all the attention."
With that he pounced on Peter tickling his belly, scribbling and squeezing everywhere he could reach.
Peter squealed and laughed, trying to curl up, but it was no use there was no getting rid of Harley's hands, not that he wanted to.
Harley moved down squeezing his thighs, making Peter squeal and shriek, his laughter became more frantic and he tried to bat at Harley's hands more adamantly.
"I get this is a good spot?" Harley commented with a grin.
"Shush" he laughed out.
"Or what about here?" Harley questioned quickly darting his hands into Peter's armpits.
Peter squealed tightening his arms. He squirmed left and right, but was unable to do anything about the fingers scratching at his sensitive flesh, doing anything to drive him up the wall.
However as Harley noticed he didn't say "stop" a single time.
"You seem to enjoy yourself. Is this what you secretly wanted?" he teased.
Peter's face turned cherry red "Shuhuht uhuhp"
Harley smirked "What, to embarrassed to say you like being tickle tickle tickled?"
"Stohohp teahahasing" he whined making Harley chuckle.
He moved on of his hands down to Peter's belly swirling one finger into his bellybutton, making him squeal again. His bellybutton was a known sweet spot of Peter's.
"Okahahay, okahahay nohoh mohohre" he pleaded
"Can't handle your weak spot?" he teased, tickling with even more ferocity.
"Haharley" Peter screeched
"Fine" he relented stopping the attack. "The next time you want tickles just ask instead of being a brat. I would never neglect my brotherly duties of tickling the snot out of you."
Peter to blushed madly and just nodded. It was incredible flustering the Harley knew that he licked being tickled, but if he didn't minded it should be fine, even though Harley will definitely tease him mercilessly about it and use that knowledge against him in the future.
