Since you write for avengers actors can you please do Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston X Teen Reader where she plays Thor and Loki’s little sister and during filming one of them accidentally tickle her but play it off. After directors cut they both question her about it and she denies but they tickle her anyway and Reader ends up being WAY more ticklish than Chris and Tom thought?
On screen brother's discovery.
How you got here was beyond you, on a marvel set, next to freaking Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth, in full costume which was Asgardian style dress and in front of a whole camera crew.
"Do you really have to toss me around for this scene"? You ask nervously as you fidget with your sleeve.
"Aww don't worry darling we'll catch you" Tom said with a smile as he ruffled your hair to which you slapped his hand away.
"yeah don't worry little one" Chris said as he laughed and got into position.
"And action"! The director yelled and you sprinted away like the script said, the other two not far behind.
"Now now little sister, where are you off to in such a hurry" Tom said in a very Loki matter as he caught up with you and picked you up with ease.
"Ahhh Loki! Put me down" you screeched as you hang in his arms.
"As you wish" he shrugged and tossed you over to Chris.
"That was not what I meant"!! You yelled with a short scream as Chris tossed you back to Tom.
When his hands caught you, he accidentally grazed your sides causing you to let out a surprised giggle with a squeak.
Luckily nobody seemed to notice it (how very naive of you) and you all finished the scene.
"So what was that little giggle that I heard from you hmm"? Tom said casually as you enter the break room to get something to eat.
"W-what" you stutter caught off guard as you turn around to grab your lunch.
"Yeah i heard something too" Chris said as he tapped his chin in thought "You wouldn't be... Ticklish would you?"
"What! N-no that's ridiculous" You said way too quickly.
It was quiet for a minute before you suddenly heard Tom whisper from behind you "You are a horrible liar darling" and trapped you in a bear hug, pulling you to the ground so your back was flush against his chest.
You tried to keep hidden how flustered you were but that all went straight out the window when Tom spidered over your tummy.
Immediately you threw your head back crackling and trashed around, Chris gave a booming laugh and sat down in front of you while grabbing your ankles and dragging his nails over the sole of your foot since you weren't wearing your shoes.
"AHHH GUYS STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you giggled your head off as you squirmed in Tom's hold who in return only held you tighter and blew a raspberry in your neck, you quickly pulled your shoulders up with a laugh.
"My my you really are quite ticklish aren't you dear"? Tom cooed as he squeezed your sides.
"I thought you were ticklish little one but I didn't expect you to be this sensitive" Chris laughed as he spidered up and down your feet, which tickled like hell.
"AHHAHHAHAH" by this point you couldn't even think of anything to say and just surrendered, laughing your breath away.
They slowed down a little so you could get some air as giggles flowed off your lips.
"Norns your absolutely adorable sweetheart" Tom smiled as he pulled you up so you were laying in his lap still breathless from their 'innocent' torture.
"What is it with you and nicknames"? You giggled as you cuddled into him while Chris came to sit next to you two and made an attempt to braid your hair.
"Oh you know you love it" Tom laughed.
"Just so you know, we are never going to let this go" Chris said with a smirk.
"Nooooooo" you whined playfully.
"Yesssss, be happy we didn't tell the rest of the cast yet about your cute little weakness" he said with a grin before pulling you up from the ground "come on we still have some scenes to finish".
You three walked out of the break room, but not before you grabbed your lunch (food is very important), and went on with the rest of the scenes.
Hi Hi! I saw you do X Readers? Would you be alright with writing a romantic fic with Tom x reader (I'd prefer Fem but do what makes you comfortable ofc) maybe something like reader accidentally spills Cola on Tomee Bear and Tom gets back at them somehow?~. Take your time, drink water, and thanks for keeping this fandom fed :3
So sorry this took so long! I didn't even see the ask for a while ^^'
And sure! I'd love too >:3
Revenge
Lee: fem!reader
Ler: Tom
Ship: Tom x Reader
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You were hanging out with your boyfriend Tom in his room, just relaxing and having some drinks.
At one point while talking to him you accidentally dropped your drink, spilling it all over the bed and his little teddy tomee bear as well.
"Hey! Be careful!" Tom quickly said, reacting quickly to try and dry his beloved teddy.
"Sorry!" You tried to apologize, but the damage had been done.
Tom was able to mostly dry the bear, but the poor little guy was still pretty soaked and Tom was rather upset.
He walked back over to you, arms crossed and his brow furrowed that clearly showed how upset he was.
Before you could even react he suddenly smirked and pushed you back down onto the bed, getting on top of you and starting to tickle the shit out of your sides and ribs.
You started laughing almost immediately and tired tickle fight back but he was surprisingly good at this depsite being really short.
"Should've been more careful babe!" He said with a small chuckle, continuing his attack for a good few minutes.
When he finally stopped, He smiled down at you tenderly. He couldn't help it! You were just so pretty when you laughed like that.
"You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" He joked, giving you a kiss on the cheek and pulling you close. He rubbed your sides gently, trying to help you recover from the tingles left over on your sides.
The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up together. With tomee bear as well if course.
(A/N: I LOVE THIS ITERATION OF SONIC SM- ESPECIALLY HOW THE WRITERS WROTE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEM HIM AND TOM FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND FILM. I- SOBSSSS. I LOVE THESE TWO SM SO U KNOW I NEEDED TO MAKE A FIC ABT THEM 💞💕💖💗😭!!!)
Lee: Sonic🦔💙
Ler: Tom🍩🤎
Warnings: A little bit of angst in the beginning, harmful stimming (I’ll tag where it starts and ends) and tickling. If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please feel free to keep scrolling down :)
Summary: It’s been a couple months since the epic battle between Sonic and Eggman. The electric blue hedgehog could finally relax…right? Well…yes and no. Sonic has been living with the Wachowski’s for those couple months and it’s been great! But…he keeps feeling weird. His stomach gets fluttery and he can’t stop laughing for hours at a time…it's…really weird. Maybe he should talk to someone about this…
(A/N: Parent and child relationship. Nothing more. Nothing less. It sickens me that I have to put that in there (bc it should be obvious) but you can never be too sure…I just needed to make it clear that they love each other as family.)
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Sonic was sitting up on his beanbag and playing with the rubix cube Maddie gave him about a week ago. He was dressed in a sweatshirt, a gift from Tom that was like 3 times his own size, going almost to his knees and blue fuzzy socks. He groaned as he finished solving the cube again for probably the 12th time now. Speaking of which, you’re probably wondering where he got the rubix cube from…and before you ask, no he did not steal it. It was quite the opposite actually.
Maddie noticed that Sonic was very fidgety at times and often pulled at his quills when he was nervous about something, or completely bored. So she decided to go shopping and buy the blue hedgehog some fidget toys. And by “some”, Sonic means like about 60-70 at least…he hasn’t counted but by the looks on how freaking heavy the box was when she gifted it to him, his estimation probably wasn’t that far off.
Sonic groaned again, dropping the rubix cube he had in his hands and placed it on his desk, making sure to put it down delicately so he didn’t accidentally dent it; out of all of the fidget toys this one was Sonic’s favorite and he didn’t want it getting ruined under any circumstances. The hedgehog flopped on his beanbag, looking up at the ceiling and putting his pillow to his face before abruptly groaning loudly for like the 100th time, but at least now it was muffled by the pillow.
Sonic wanted something but he didn’t know what…and this feeling was starting to get on his nerves.
Well- no- scratch that. He did- he did know what he wanted. But there’s no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna tell anyone about it.
There- there was this feeling in his stomach, but he didn’t know what the literal hell it was, and it’s been eating him from the inside since he’s come to Green Hills. His stomach felt fluttery, almost as if there were butterflies instead of intestines- but not in a bad way! In a very weird, confusing, nice way? If that makes sense? And another thing, he can't seem to stop giggling to himself. Which is odd. Because he didn’t even hear a joke or anything! He was just…giggling. Like what? But most importantly, he was craving physical affection apparently??? Ugh. See why he wasn’t gonna tell anyone about this feeling? Or…whatever this was?
Sonic looked at his phone- not far from where he was lying down on his beanbag. He remembers Maddie saying every time she left before work in the morning that if he needed anything, to text or call her…
This is probably what she meant.
But he didn’t want to bother her. Sonic knew how important Maddie’s job was and he didn’t want to make it more stressful. Besides, what was she supposed to say to her coe-working people if Sonic called or texted? Oh! Sorry! The over-sized hedgehog I have living in my house wants to talk about this weird feeling he’s feeling! Hm? Oh, what feeling you ask? He doesn’t quite know exactly!
Yeah. Thanks but no thanks. Sonic could handle this weird feeling on his own. Yep. He could totally handle this weird new feeling by himself. Uh-huh. He’s got this.
…
Maddie…Maddie wouldn’t mind…right?
…
Oh fuck it.
Sonic grabbed his phone and unlocked it, immediately going through his contacts to find Maddie- which wasn't hard. He only had two contacts: her and Tom.
✨💖The Magnificent Marvelous Maddie💖✨
Today at 1:38 p.m.
Hey Maddie
If uh
If you’re not busy…can I ask you a question?
Sonic turned his phone off and put it next to him and after a couple seconds of waiting the blue hedgehog immediately regretted sending those three texts to Maddie. She’s probably busy anyway. Sonic could figure out this feeling by himself-
PING!
Sonic almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden loud sound coming from his phone. He really needs to figure out how to turn that sound down…he can feel it still ringing in his ears. He turned on his phone to see a text notification- 3 actually- from the one and only Maddie Wachowski…
Well that was fast.
Hi, sweetie!
And of course you can ask me a question ☺️!
What’s on your mind, honey?
Sonic exhaled the breath he didn’t even notice he was holding in, unlocking his phone and going into messages to properly text her.
I’ve been…
I’ve been feeling weird lately- and idk why
Ever since I’ve come to Green Hills to stay w/ u guys I’ve felt this way…and idk what it is and it’s been pissing me off lately.
So I was hoping…maybe you could help me figure out what it is?
Of course!
Could you maybe try to describe it?
The thing is idk how to!
I just- my stomach feels all fluttery
Not in a bad way tho! Not like a roller-coaster fluttery or about-to-go-on-stage-and-sing-in-front-of-millions-upon-millions-of-people fluttery
But like- a good fluttery I guess??? I just feel rlly giggly and stuff and it’s weird- but weird in a good way…
…
That doesn’t make any sense, does it?
No no! I think I understand, sweetie
And I think I can help 😊
WAIT- HUH???
YOU CAN???
Well, not me exactly
As of I’m not home right now
But I’m sure Tom can help!
Wait what-?
How can Tom help w/ this I’m so confused 😭😭😭
Trust me
In the past, I’ve had the feeling you’re feeling right now and Tom is the best person to help with it- so just tell him what you told me!
Uh…alright!
I guess I could do that
Thanks Maddie
It’s no problem, Sonic sweetie 😊
Okay, thanks again- I’m gonna go talk to him now
Bye!
Okay bye! Love you 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️☺️☺️☺️
Love you too 😗❤️
Sonic got up from his beanbag chair, put his phone inside of the desk and opened the hatch downstairs. Sonic quietly tiptoed down the stairs, making sure to dodge the places in the steps that he knew squeaked if he stepped too hard, peeking over the stairway to see Tom watching TV- and from the looks of it it looked like some sheriff documentary- he’s been watching those a lot lately…but Sonic doesn’t understand the hype. The sheriff’s on the TV could be talking about some random paint splatter on the ground and Tom would be hooked.
“I can hear you trying to be quiet up there, Sonic.” Tom chuckled, still facing the TV as he went to grab the remote on the armrest and pause the TV. The brunette turned to Sonic with a “hah! Caught ya” grin, a grin Sonic knew all too well in his last months of living with him.
The hedgehog sighed in defeat of being caught, walking down the stairs and going next to the couch Tom was sitting at. The brunette had a grey/gray shirt on with a light plaid print jacket, matching with some black pants and white socks.
“Uh…’sup, Tom.” Sonic said as casually as he could before leaning on the couches’ arm rest. The brunette eyed Sonic suspiciously, raising one eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Sonic started to sweat under the older man’s glare, whistling and looking anywhere but Tom’s direction.
“What did you do, Sonic?” Tom sighed, taking the blue hedgehogs’ sudden nervousness as a sign of him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “I didn't do anything!” Sonic said, mimicking Tom’s expression and pose. The two looked at each other in the pose for a solid minute or two before laughing at their silliness.
“So what do you need, little man?” Tom asked. Sonic cleared his throat, fiddling with his hands and began looking at his feet because honestly? Staring at the ground was much much more easier than looking at Tom at the moment. “I just…I figured we could- y’know- hang out I guess?” The blue hedgehog started, “Some uhm…y’know some father-son bonding activities…?” Sonic said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, still looking down on the ground.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two and Sonic didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. And the more the silence dragged on the more the blue hedgehog started to second guess himself about coming down to the living room.
Pfft, “Father-son bonding?” He really has reached a whole new level of patheticness, huh? Why would Tom want to spend time with him? He’s just keeping him around because he pity’s him. He doesn’t actually enjoy his company. Just wait until Tom gets tired of him, then he’ll be all alone again-
Oh this was a mistake.
This was such SUCH a mistake.
***Harmful stimming starts***
The hedgehog started lightly pulling on his quills out of nervousness with one hand while his other hand started tapping the side of his leg, “O-Or whatever. If- If you want to of course. I don’t want it to seem like you're being forced, hah!” Sonic said, letting out the best fake laugh he could muster before speaking again. “I-If you’re busy- y’know….with, uhh, you’re sheriff stuff…that’s fine as well. I don’t- I don’t care.” Sonic started slowly backing away from Tom, still pulling on his quills- but a tad bit harder this time as his hand tapping on his leg started increasing faster.
Sonic could hear faint talking in front of him but he couldn’t focus on it. The only thing he needed to focus on was leaving before he embarrassed himself more. “Y’know what? I-I should go, you’re probably doing something busy anyway, uh…lemme get out of your hair, man.” Sonic grimaced, turning away and going to the steps, but before he could walk any farther Tom grabbed both his hands gently.
***Harmful stimming stops***
“Hey…let’s not do that, okay? You’re hurting yourself….” Tom said softly, holding Sonic’s hands in his own as he kneeled down to try and match Sonic’s height. “Where are your fidget toys?” Tom gently asked, trying his best to keep the questions short and sweet to not overwhelm the younger. These types of moments have happened before in the Wachowski’s house; when Sonic started to panic, asking him too many questions would get him even more upset, so when this happened they kept the questions to a minimum and straight to the point. “I…I left them upstairs…” Sonic mumbled.
“Oh. That’s okay…uh…here. Sit down on the couch for a sec.” The brunette said as he picked up Sonic and sat him on the couch. Rubbing his head affectionately before walking away to the kitchen rummaging through the kitchen shelves before coming out with a blue squishy ball. He came back to Sonic who gratefully accepted the ball. Tom sat next to Sonic as the younger leaned onto his shoulder, taking another deep breath and exhaling, muscles once tense now relaxed.
“Sorry about that…” Sonic said, squeezing the stress ball harder and glaring at it as if it stole his last chili dogs. Well this wasn’t how he was planning this conversation with Tom to go. The older looked at Sonic sadly before sighing and turning his gaze looking straight ahead to the paused TV. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, kid. It’s alright.” Tom said. The blue hedgehog hummed at the comic, taking a couple more deep breathers.
There was that uncomfortable silence again, the one that Sonic despised. “I just…I dunno. I feel weird…?” Sonic said, squeezing his squishy fidget ball at a faster pace this time. The older didn't say anything but completely turned to Sonic, letting him know he was listening. The younger somewhat shrunk under the older mans’ look, feeling a tad bit pressure to go on but decided to ignore it. He wanted- no. He needed to get this off of his chest.
“Ever since I’ve come to stay with you and Maddie after the defeat of Dr. Robotnik, I’ve felt…odd. I feel tingly, and fluttery and it’s just…weird, because I’ve never felt like this before, ever. I talked to Maddie about it in text and she said to talk to you about it…so uh…here I am!” Sonic sheepishly said.
Tom chuckled, “Is that why you said you wanted some Father-son bonding?” The blue hedgehog blushes at the mention, nodding his head. The older one chuckled once again, rubbing Sonic’s head affectionately, “I’d be happy to help you with this fluttery-feeling, buddy!” The blue hedgehog quickly looked at Tom as his ears went up in surprise.
“Wait. Really?” Sonic asked. “Of course! But before I do, I gotta ask you a question…” Tom said waiting a dramatically long time before continuing his sentence. “Are you ticklish?” The older asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow up. There was a silence between the two, but only this time this one was in complete and utter confusion. The younger ones' eyebrows creased together trying to put together what he was just asked, “Um…gesundheit?”
“What? No, kid.Tickling. Y'know, being ticklish?” Tom said as he wiggled his fingers near Sonic’s face only to be met by a confused look. “I dunno what you are talking about, man…” Sonic chuckled, now relaxing in the hug as he chuckled at the older mans’ surprised face.
Tom’s dumbfounded expression slowly turned to a soft, genuine smile, then it slowly turned into an evil grin. This kid had no idea what tickling is!
…
This kid had no idea what tickling is…
Oh Tom is gonna change that very quickly.
“Uh…Tom? You okay over there? Your face kinda looks like that green person we watched on Christmas…” Sonic said, wincing at the memory of the man’s genuine expression slowly slowly turning into an evil one. Tom stopped with his evil grin (for now at least), and raised his left eyebrow in amusement. “You mean The Grinch?” He asked, laughing when the blue hedgehog nodded happily at the familiar name. “Yeah, yeah! That dude!” Sonic smiled.
“I need you to stay perfectly still for this to work though, okay?” Tom said in the best serious voice he could muster, but probably not as serious as he thought since right after he stopped talking Sonic started laughing a bit. “Pfft, whatever you say, Donut Lord.” Sonic snickered, hopping into Tom’s lap facing sideways.
Tom then began to lightly scratch along Sonic’s sides, the reaction was almost immediate as the blue hedgehog began to squirm lightly and grab at the brunette’s wrists; but not pushing them away. Sonic held his breath; trying not to laugh but that plan started to crumble as Tom began to poke at the youngers’ sides; more quickly than he was before. Sonic let out a tiny shriek before descending into little giggles, kicking his legs and shaking his head. Tom smiled at the adorable sight.
“Whahat? Hehey-! Hehey wahahait! Whahat ahahare yohou dohoing?” Sonic asked while becoming a giggly squirmy mess. Tom chuckled at the youngers’ question, making sure to go easy on him since this was his first time being tickled, so he’d start off with light tickles…for now at least.
“I’m tickling you, silly! Since it does seem to me that you happen to be a bit ticklish~!” Tom cooed, now using two hands to tase around Sonic’s sides. Sonic threw his head back, suddenly lost in a puddle of giggles and fell on the couch, but still in Tom’s grasp as the brunette tickled up and down his sides. “Whahat ahare you tahahalking about?” Sonic giggly asked, his legs lightly stomped on the couch as some pillows fell in the process.
“Hmm, hold on…” Tom said as he grabbed his phone from his jacket pocket, typing up something but making sure to keep the blue hedgehog in a giggly squirmy mess. “Ah, okay. Goggle states this: Tickling is the act of touching a part of a body in a way that causes involuntary-“ “Ihihi dohohon’t knohow whahat thahat meeheeans!” Sonic whined interrupting Tom, shaking his head back and forth giggling up a storm in the older mans’ lap. “You didnt even let me finish!” Tom laughed, moving one hand to tickle Sonic’s neck while the other still tickled his side.
“PFFT- nAhAHAH! GeHEt ohOUT ohohOHOF theHEhehere!” Sonic giggly demanded, still holding Tom’s wrist as he scrunched up his shoulders. The older man chuckled before digging both of his hands in both sides of the blue hedgehog’s neck, fingers fluttering up, down, left, and right. Sonic’s feet drummed on the couch, trying to make a daring escape but anytime he was even a bit close to leaving, Tom would poke Sonic’s sides, leaving the blue hedgehog to be an adorable giggly mess. “Stahay still!” Tom playfully scolded.
“THIhihIHIs ihihis soHO weeheeird!” The hedgehog giggled, his face beginning to turn a light red. And honestly, if Tom could start crying, he would- out of happiness of course. This was to fucking darn cute.
“How many ribs do you think you have, Sonic?” Tom asked as he held both of Sonic’s arms up against the couch, trying his best to compose himself from not crying from the younger ones’ adorable reactions to the pokes. “Mahaddie sahahaid weehee hahave twehenty-fohour; twehehelve ohon eeheeach sihihide!” Sonic giggly answered, as he remembered Maddie did a walk-through on the human body and how many bones it has.
“Hm…you sure? Maybe I should count them for you…” Tom didn’t even spare the giggly blue hedgehog a second to protest as he pressed his thumb into the lowest rib on the right side of Sonic’s ribcage, kneading and circling at a very very slow pace against the artificial bone. Sonic screeched at the sudden sensation against his ribs, kicking his legs a bit faster as Tom slowly slowly slowly began to “count his ribs”.
“One…two…three…” Tom counted aloud, remaining on a rib for about 5 seconds before moving up to a different one. Sonic lurched in Tom’s lap, attempting to pry himself out by pushing at Tom’s wrists but only caused the older to pin up his arms and continue kneading at his ribs. “NahAHA! WahahHAHAIT, plehHEHEase!” Sonic whined throughout his frantic cries of laughter. “Ihi sahAHAId iHi hahaHAVE tweHEHEnty foHOUR!”
“I'm just double checking!” Tom innocently said as if he wasn’t completely wrecking the boy in his lap at the moment. The blue hedgehog squirmed and squealed at the tickly feeling at his ribs, being unable to do anything but just take it. This went on for a couple more numbers but then Tom suddenly stopped “counting” Sonic’s ribs, giving the kid another breather before hatching another evil plan. “Wait, what number was I on, Sonic?”
“Oh, well. I lost count! Guess I have to start all over again~!
Sonic froze in place, laughter now raising an octave as he helplessly squirmed in Tom’s grasp. “WahAHaH- waHahaHAIT *snort* nOHo dahHa- *snort* dohOHOHOn’t!” Sonic snorted, descending into a puddle of maddening cackles feeling the fluttery feeling again. So this was the feeling he was feeling…? He’d have to ask Tom later, when he’s not getting tickled to pieces.
“Awh~! That’s so cute~! You snort when you laugh?” Tom cooed, wiggling his fingers near the blue hedgehog's ribs but very very close to touching him. Sonic’s laughter became more frantic and loud, squirming underneath Tom, and it's not like he could defend himself either! His arms were pinned up! This entire situation just screamed “unfair”. “NahaHAO! IHI *snort* doHOHon’t!” Sonic giggly said, knowing that- yes. Yes he did snort when he laughed, he did just a couple seconds ago…but no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna admit it, especially in this situation.
“Oho really? What was that adorable noise you made just then, hmm?” Tom smugly asked. “YohOu’re heehEEARihing thihIHIngs…” Tom fondly rolled his eyes as he pinched and kneaded Sonic’s ribs, leaving absolutely no bone left out from his tickle torture. Sonic threw his head back and cackled like a madman, snorting every now and again as he squirmed like a worm, trying to stop the ticklish sensation at his ribs.
“NAHAHAO! DAHAHAD *snort* PLEHEASE!” Sonic cried. Tom’s eyes widened at the name title the younger gave, not sure if the blue hedgehog meant to say it, but was very honored and happy at the mention. It made his heart melt. “Please what, Sonic? Pleaseeeeee keep tickling you?” Tom smugly teased, grin widening as he saw Sonic’s face heat up in embarrassment. Guess he’s weak to the T-word, huh? Oho I can and will use that to my advantage…
“DAHAHA- *snort* OHOHO MY GOHOD! STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAT!” Sonic yelled as he shook his head back and forth. “Stop saying what, exactly? Tickle~? Ticklish~? Tickled~? Or do you want me to simply stop talking? Which one?” Tom laughed. “YEHEHES!” Sonic cried, not even completely knowing what he just said ‘yes’ to- he was too lost in his own laughter. Tom stopped tickling Sonic, letting him have one last breather before the final kill.
“Ever heard of raspberries, Sonic?” Tom asked, knowing that he the blu hedgehog has, but probably not the ones he’s talking about. “Lihihike thehe fruhuhuit?” Sonic giggly asked. “Nope! Here, lemme show you…” Tom said as he blew a raspberry on the youngers’ tummy causing him to absolutely howl in laughter.
“OHO MY *snort* GAAAHAHAD WAHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT!” Sonic screamed, completely not prepared for this new tickly feeling on his stomach…and why did it sound so freaking funny??? That was just gonna make him laugh more! “Wait for what Sonic~?” Tom teased as he blew more raspberries on his tummy, and with his free and scribbling up and down Sonic’s ribs.
“WAHAHAIT- *snort* IHI *snort* DOHON’T DOOHOO THAHAHAT!” Sonic cried, blue sparks suddenly forming on the kids’ quills, sparkling here and there but some going off of his quills and onto the carpet floor, disappearing. Sonic cackled in the older Tom’s lap, the blue lightning on his quills adding a new ticklish sensation on him.
“Huh. Well they do say you learn new things everyday…” Tom mumbled, watching some of the lighting sparks fall off of the younger ones quills. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIT’S *snort* TIHIHICKLISH!” Sonic screamed, more tiny little blue sparks flying off of his quills and onto the floor. Tom chuckled at the little blue hedgehogs’ reactions, moving down to Sonic’s lower belly as he began to lightly flutter his fingers around it.
“I think you mean ‘it tickles’, bud.” Tom said into Sonic’s tummy, chuckling. Tom was the sheriff of Green Hills- not the sheriff of grammar; at least last time Sonic checked. Tom began to blow more raspberries all over the little blue hedgehog’s stomach, making sure to add a few nibbles now and again to keep the younger in stitches- which worked out really well on Tom’s part. Sonic’s laughter became more high pitched and loud, snorting more frequently as the older started to raspberry and nibble his stomach.
“OHOHO MY GOHOD *snort* WHATEVER!” Sonic screamed as Tom began to switch between his lips and teeth nibbling mercilessly at Sonic’s tummy leaving the poor blue hedgehog in absolute hysterics.
Tom dug his fingers in the blue hedgehogs underarms.And Sonic screamed. The hedgehog's feet were kicking probably about a million miles per hour, just looking like a complete and utter blur while the blue sparks on Sonic’s quills multiplied.
“So~! I think I found your most ticklish spot, huh~?” Tom chuckled, lightly scratching his fingers in Sonic’s underarms, making sure to dodge the little sparks of blue lightning coming off of Sonic’s quills- which he knew tickled the younger even more due to how much he was laughing. Sonic screamed underneath the brunette’s grasp, trying his best to not kick him in the face but the task being very very hard as his feet were kicking around a million miles per hour.
“NOHOHO- *snort* DAHAHAH! DOHOHON’T!” Sonic howled, shaking his head back and forth while the heels of his feet dug into the couch. Tom, chuckled, now scribbling and scratching in Sonic’s underarms, “I’m barely even touching you!” Tom laughed, almost as hard as Sonic as he began to pick up the pace with his scribbling.
“STAHAHA! *snort* NAHAHA- *snort* PLEHEHEA- *snort* DAHAHAHAD!” Sonic screamed, as happy tears started forming in his eyes which Tom took as a sign that Sonic has enough tickles for today. “Alright, alright! Just say Uncle.” Tom calmly said as if Sonic wasn’t screaming his head off. “WHAHA- *snort* WHAHAT?!
“Juhust say Uncle, kiddo-“ Tom said as he accidentally hit a very ticklish spot in Sonic’s underarm causing the younger to let out a girl-like squeal.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! UHUHUNCLE!”
Tom stopped tickling Sonic; letting the kid have a breather and putting him into a tight embrace. The blue hedgehog giggled softly in the hug as he melted into the touch. “You okay?” Tom chuckled, smirking at the younger who was still giggling from the tickles from before. Sonic nodded, wiping away his happy tears with his hand still giggling a bit. “So~, I’m Dad now, huh? What happened to being ‘too cool for your human parental names’?” Sonic blushed, pulling up his hoodie and sinking deeper into Tom’s chest. “Shuhut ihit….”
“I really don’t mind you calling me Dad, bud.” Tom smiled. “Wahait whahat…? Reheally?” Sonic asked in genuine confusion looking up at the older with shiny eyes- Tom swore Sonic’s pupils had stars in them at that moment. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” Tom confirmed, patting Sonic’s back. Sonic’s eyes glistened a bit but the younger one soon wiped them. “Cool…”
“So…that's called tickling?” The blue hedgehog asked.
“Mhm.”
“So…you tickled me?”
“Yep.”
“Huh.” Sonic said, not being able to say anything more than that. “How’s that fluttery feeling in your stomach doing?” Tom asked. “Fine, it's doing just fine.” Sonic smiled as Tom smiled back, rubbing his head affectionately and chuckling.
“Let's go grab you some water, kiddo. And how about we make some cupcakes after that-“ Tom wasn’t even able to finish his sentence as the blue hedgehog excitedly ran to the kitchen chugging a glass of water and putting out ingredients to make the cupcakes. Tom chuckled, walking over to Sonic to join him.
Tom definitely had to make a note to tell Maddie about his later, but as of right now he was going to bake some cupcakes with his son. And if they burn down the house in the process, oh well…they both can try coming up with a good excuse to tell Maddie as to why the house is in ashes.
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RAAAAAAH THROWS THIS FATHER-SON SHIT AT U 💖💞💞💞💗✨✨
I LOVE THESE TWO GOOFBALLS SMMMMMM THEY MEAN SM TO MEEEEEE😭😭😭💙🤎. But anyway, hope you all enjoyed it!!! I do have a couple more WIP fics on the way that r almost finished and a gift fic for someone as well which is ALSO almost done so be sure to look out for those :)
❗️❗️❗️ALSO DON'T FORGET TO DRINK WATER. ITS FLAVOURLESS BUT ITS GOOD FOR U SO DRINK IT PLZ❗️❗️❗️
Tom Nook comes over to Nook's Cranny, to see how the twins are doing. When talking about their day, Tommy brings up a funny story, that Timmy isn't nearly as fond of...This, naturally, leads to a bunch of tomfoolery.
I FINISHED THE LAST TICKLETOBER FANFIC! I'M DONE DAY 31! I'M DONE! I'm gonna get them all uploaded here, probably right now so I can get them done and out of the way. HALLELUJAH! WOOOO! I'm so glad I got them done! And during exams, no less! I hope you all enjoy!
Tom Nook opened the door to the Nook’s Cranny, and looked up to see the twins. “Hello Timmy, hello Tommy.” Tom greeted.
“Hi Nook!” Both the twins greeted him.
“How was work?” Timmy asked.
“Work went well. [Player] paid off the loan!” Tom reacted.
“That’s great!” Both the twins responded.
“We sold 8 things today!” Tommy declared.
“We sold 3 items from the display, and 5 items from the cabinet.” Timmy told Tom.
“That’s good to hear.” Tom reacted. “Did [Player] have anything to sell?”
Timmy and Tommy looked at each other, before nodding their heads. “Yeah…[Player] sold 71 items today, making a total of 144,390 bells today.” Timmy told Tom.
“Wonderful to hear, yes, yes.” Tom responded.
“[Player] told us that they went on a plane ride with Wilber today.” Tommy admitted.
“Oh really?” Tom responded.
“Yeah! And [Player] even ran into Gulliver.” Timmy admitted.
“Gulliver? Again?” Tom looked at Timmy and Tommy, confused. “What happened to him this time?” He asked.
“The same thing that happens every time.” Timmy told him. “He fell overboard.”
“Well, I figured that. But…how?” Tom asked next.
Tommy giggled. “He and his crewmates got into a tickle fight, and he fell overboard!” He explained.
“Oh goodness…” Tom muttered. “Well, that is a story, indeed.” He admitted.
“It’s the funniest story so far.” Tommy admitted.
“Falling overboard is funny to you?” Timmy asked.
“No…But being tickled into falling overboard is pretty funny, hehe!” Tommy admitted.
“Is it?” Tom smiled and sat down at the stool behind the cash register.
“A little bit.” Tommy admitted.
Timmy cleared his throat. “Tommy…” Timmy turned to look at his brother. “Imagine running around the boat, just having a tickle fight…and then next thing you know, you’re in the water.” Timmy described.
“That sounds so fun!” Tommy reacted.
“Fun?” Tom asked with a smile, just watching the two twins debate.
“No way…that doesn’t sound fun to me.” Timmy admitted.
“Well…It could be because Tommy likes swimming and you don’t.” Tom explained to Timmy.
“It’s not about the swimming…” Timmy admitted.
“Oh?” Tom tilted his head.
Tommy leaned closer to his twin brother. “Is it the tickle-tickle-tickles?” Tommy teased, wiggling his paws.
Timmy squeaked and covered his snout. “Nooooo!” He whined.
“What’s wrong, Timmy?” Tommy asked. “Is someone…scared?” He teased, gasping and cupping his own cheeks.
“Tommy…” Tom warned.
“What? I’m telling the truth!” Tommy reacted. “And the truth is…Timmy’s ticklish~” Tommy teased, wiggling his paws at him again.
“Tommy, stop!” Timmy whined.
“But Tommy, you’re not telling the truth in a nice way.” Tom told him.
“Yeah! So stop it!” Timmy ordered.
Tommy smirked and poked his side. “Boop!”
“eEEK! TOMMY!” Timmy growled and took off towards him.
Sensing that Timmy was trying to get him, Tommy took off running the other way. “aAH!” He shrieked and ran away from him in a circle. “NO!”
“Can’t take what you dish out, Tommy?” Tom asked him, smirking a little.
“Tom, NO!” Tommy yelled as he kept running from his twin brother.
“Get back here!” Timmy yelled, before tackling him down. “Gotcha!”
“Timmy!” Tommy yelped and squealed as his belly was attacked. “DOHON’T! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Tommy begged.
“Oh wow…He really can’t.” Tom muttered, surprised.
“Yeah! It’s because he’s so much more ticklish than me!” Timmy admitted.
“BEHEHE QUIHIHIET!” Tommy yelled.
“Nah…I don’t think I will~” Timmy declared, tickling his belly with both of his claws. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” He teased.
“TIHIHIHIMMYYY!” Tommy squealed and shook his head. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”
“Stop what?” Timmy asked, giggling.
“STAHAHAP TIHICKLING MEEHEHEHEE!” Tommy laughed and tried to get away. But when he turned himself over, he lost his footing and fell onto his bottom. “Ow…” Tommy muttered for a moment…Only for Timmy to go RIGHT BACK to tickling. “NonONOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHA!” Tommy leaned back to the ground, and cackled in a super high-pitched voice.
“Oh my…” Tom stared as Timmy completely wrecked his twin brother. “P-Perhaps we can pause this fight and head back home?” Tom asked them.
“No way!” Timmy declared. “This is so much fun!” He told Tom rather happily.
“It might be for you…” Tom told him. “But what about Tommy?”
“Tommy said that being tickled is funny!” Timmy admitted. “And…I can see it now. It IS pretty funny!” Timmy admitted.
“He meant in the context of being tickled and falling overboard.” Tom told him.
Timmy looked at Tommy. “Did you really mean it like that?” Timmy asked him.
“HAHAHA- YEHEHEHES!” Tommy admitted.
“Alright! Then I’m allowed to tickle him!” Timmy declared before moving his paws up to his ears.
“eeEEEEHEEHEEEK! NOHO EEEHEHEHEEARS!” Tommy whined and tried to cover up his ears, but to no avail.
“But I want to!” Timmy declared. “Your giggles are really funny!” Timmy admitted next.
“Are they even giggles at this point?” Tom asked him.
“I mean, yeah. What else could they be?” Timmy asked.
“They sound more like squeals by this point.” Tom admitted.
“Hmmm…Nah.” Timmy traced one finger up the back of his brother’s little raccoon ear. This made a big, high-pitched squeal leave the poor twin’s mouth. Timmy looked at Tom proudly. “Now THAT is a Tommy squeal!” He declared.
Tom chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t expect Timmy to be such a mischievous raccoon! I mean, Tom knew all too well how playful Tommy can be, but Timmy? He’s used to Timmy taking a back seat to the showmanship and helping with the behind-the-scenes stuff of the business. So to say Tom Nook was impressed by his charisma, would be understating it.
“PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHELP!” Tommy yelled. “IHIHI’M SOHOHORRYYYY!”
“Sorry for what?” Timmy asked him casually.
“FOHOHOR TEEHEHEASING YOHOHOHOU!” Tommy shouted back.
“Hmmmm…” Timmy looked Tommy up and down, and slowly smirked. “Nah.” He shoved his paws into his underarms. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
Tom widened his eyes as an exclamation point went off over his head. “Oh my…You’re really not forgiving him?” Tom asked him.
“Well, why would I?” Timmy asked.
“He just apologized to you. Maybe a little mercy would be nice.” Tom told him.
“Do you know how many times Tommy has apologized to me, only for him to go right back to the same stupid pranks?” Timmy asked Tom. “I’m not forgiving him that easily.”
Tom smirked and walked up. “Then let me help.” He spoke up.
Timmy and Tommy both looked at Tom, surprised.
“NO!” Tommy shouted.
“Wait, really?! You wanna help?!” Timmy asked him, sounding excited.
“Well…” Tom gently picked up Tommy. “At least let me get him off your back.” Tom told him.
“NO, NO, NO! UNFAIR! UN-” Tommy’s words quickly paused the moment he saw his paws touch the floor. “-fair…” Tommy looked up as Tom let go of him. “What-?”
“Wait, WHAT?!” Timmy screeched as he was suddenly picked up by Tom Nook, and tickled all over his neck and ears. “eeEEEHEEHEHEHEHEE!” Timmy squealed.
“Now THAT is a REAL squeal!” Tom declared. “This appears to be my first time hearing such a sound leave your mouth.” Tom reacted.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Timmy yelled.
“Oh, yes-yes. Indeed it is.” Tom admitted.
“Wow…Thanks Tom!” Tommy reacted, somewhat surprised by his involvement.
“No problem, Tommy.” He responded. “Now, how ticklish is this little neck of yours?” Tom asked the boy, going for the back of Timmy’s neck next.
“NonoNOHOHOHAHAHA! BAHAHAHA!” Timmy’s ears flopped back slightly as he tried to hide his neck. “TOM PLEEEHEEEHEEEHEEASE!”
“Poor little baby…Can’t handle what you dish out, hmm?” Tom teased.
And that is exactly why the shop ended up closing half an hour later than expected.
Thank you to my close friend @tickleeteases for the prompt! In this fic, the reader manages to sneak up behind Tom to tickle him whilst he’s doing an interview whilst wearing no trousers, but he’s quick to get revenge. Enjoy!
You smiled fondly as you watched Tom being as kind as ever during yet another interview for his new upcoming film, Cherry. You always admired how sweet he was to the interviewers, even when he got asked the craziest questions which would send the normal person insane.
"Yes, I can confirm that I am pantless once more." Tom replied with a giggle, briefly lifting his leg to show the camera his bare leg. You rolled your eyes with a fond smirk, whatever made him comfy, you thought to yourself as you listened on out of eyesight of the camera.
After a while though, you began to get restless, the questions were getting repetitive, since this was the millionth interview he had done over the last few days, you wanted to do something without disturbing Tom too much, your eyes gazed down to his bare legs once more before looking back up at Tom's laptop screen, smirking to yourself as you thought of an idea to entertain the both of you, and eventually his fans.
You slowly slid off your seat and began crawling towards Tom, hoping he was too invested in the interview to notice you sneaking up on him. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice you sitting beside him and continued answering questions.
You grinned and sat cross legged, and began to glide your nails up and down the back of his calves, feeling him twitch in surprise as his eyes briefly widened before glancing down at you for a few seconds. However, he easily managed to cover himself up and continue talking as if nothing happened, damn his acting skills.
You soon decided to kick it up a notch by scribbling your fingers under his knees, it was a lot harder for poor Tom to compose himself, he scrunched his face up and playfully flicked your nose, ensuring his actions weren't seen by the camera. You simply gasped, and skittered your fingers up to his thighs, the action causing Tom to let out a steady stream of giggles.
"Sohohohorry... something cahahame up on my screheheen..." Tom tried to explain as you tried to hold back your own laughter. You could tell that Tom wasn't angry at you for doing this, but he knew he had to try and remain as professional as possible, but it was pretty hard since you were tickling him.
"Are you sure you're okay, Tom?" The interviewer asked as Tom was still giggling, and it was easy to tell that something was happening from his upper body wriggling around slightly, which was visible from the camera. "Yeheheah, sohohohorry..." He giggled out. You eventually stopped torturing him and returned to your spot away from the camera, watching as Tom got flustered for the remainder of the interview.
Once it was over, Tom made sure everything was turned off before turning to you with raised eyebrows, you were trying had not to burst into laughter the moment you saw his bright red face.
"You really thought that was funny, Y/N? Making me look like an absolute fool in front of Entertainment Weekly?" He asked, smirking at you before getting up and slowly approaching you.
You immediately knew what was coming, and you curled up on the sofa and began giggling nervously. "Tohohohom... get your hairless legs away from me!" You squealed out, knowing you were basically digging your own grave at this point, but you already knew what your punishment was, so you may as well poke fun at him whilst you still could.
"Oh I'll give you something to laugh about!" Tom smirked, gently tackling you so you were laying down on the sofa, wasting no time in squeezing up and down your thighs, grinning as you squealed with high pitched giggles, you immediately began shoving at your best friend. "Tohohohohom! Quihihihihihit it!" You yelped, but you knew you weren't going to get anywhere anytime soon.
"Doesn't feel nice, does it, Y/N? Maybe I should film this for my story since the whole world is gonna see me get tickled!" He teased, he would never do that to you, but the thought was more than enough to get you blushing madly as you let out another fit of giggles.
"I'm sohohohohorry!" You yelped, your giggles turning into squealing laughter as Tom moved to shake his hands into your belly, he loved that he didn't have to pin you down, as you were way too weak to move him, so you just had to lay there and accept your fate.
"Sorry won't stop future fans from tickling me I'm afraid! I need to make sure I get revenge now for when it does happen in the future!" Tom teased, gently scribbling his fingers into your sides and belly, smiling down at your giggling, squealing self.
Tom couldn't help but smirk fondly down at you before managing to drill his fingers under your arms, causing you to yelp and slam your arms down to your sides. "Plehehehease!" You begged, trying to give him the puppy eyes you knew he couldn't resist, but it was pretty hard whilst you were giggling hysterically.
"Pleeeease what? Raspberry your neck? My pleasure!" Tom grinned, leaning down and burying his face into your neck, pausing the tickles under your arms for a brief second to build up anticipation, before leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on your neck, knowing this was one of your many weaknesses.
"TOHOHOHOHOM!" You yelped and screeched with laughter, it didn't help that Tom moved back down to your sides and squeezed in rapidly, which made you laugh louder and harder, accepting the fact that there was nothing you could do to stop him. But the more he was tickling you, the more you didn't really mind that he was doing it.
However, he only continued for another thirty seconds or so before pulling away after one more neck raspberry, he grinned and watched you take in deep breaths, with the occasional giggle slipping out.
Tom took your hand and pulled you to a seated position, he smiled fondly and poked your nose after you playfully flipped him off. "If we're hanging out the day a fan tickles me, you're gonna have to go through this all again." He told you, ruffling your hair before going to his room to change into less formal clothes, leaving you to lay there and recover.
However, you were forever thankful for what just happened, and you just knew you were going to get playfully attacked by your best friend a lot more often, not that you minded.
Here you are anon. I’ve never done a part 2 to a request so thank you so much for challenging me. It hopefully does it justice.
Up next: Anon Peter Parker Holiday Prompt.
It’s been a couple days since your husband Tom convinced your son to help tickle attack you and you wanted to even out the score. I mean it’s only fair right?
Tom was out at some meetings upcoming projects so you and your son, Cameron, were cuddled up with a blanket having a little movie day. You had watched Toy Story, Big Hero 6 and were now watching Tarzan. When trashing in the camp came on your husband walked in the door.
“Daddy!” Cameron perked up from your chest, “Come cuddle with us!”
“Let me get changed first bub, then I will come cuddle with you and mum!” Tom said as he gave you a quick kiss before running upstairs to change.
Tom made it back downstairs looking incredibly soft in a ratted old hoodie and sweatpants. Cameron’s was grinning so widely at the excitement of family cuddles. While you were devising a plan to get your husband back but not quite yet.
You were now all watching Cars. “Mummy, I hafta potty.”
“Do you need help?” Cameron shook his head. “Okay, we will pause the movie until you get back.”
“Kay.” He said as he toddled his way out of the living room to the bathroom.
You pulled your husband closer in your arms, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Tom said. This is when you decided to start to rapidly squeeze his sides.
Tom yelped and then burst into giggles. “Waihahahait!” Thankfully, due to how you guys were cuddled his arms was pinned underneath yours and pinned between you and the back of the couch, so he wasn’t able to retaliate as easy.
“Why you didn’t wait a couple days ago when you did the same thing to me!” You teased, now moving your way up to his armpits. Tom broke out into laughter and was trying more desperately to get away from you.
“Mummy, what are you doing?” Cameron said making his presence known.
“I’m tickling daddy, do you wanna help?”
“Cahahaham! Dohohon’t yohohohou dahahahare!” Tom tried to threatened through his laughter.
Cameron nodded excitedly and toddled his way back over to you guys, “Get daddy’s ribs.” you encouraged and watched Cameron’s little fingers start to poke Tom’s ribs causing Tom to try and get away from both of you even harder than before, but not in a way that would hurt either of you.
Finally, Tom broke out of your grips and grabbed your hands in one of his and then Cameron’s in the other. “Okay, that’s enough from both of you.” He chuckled as he somehow successfully pinned both you and Cameron on the couch while he loomed over both of you.
“Now it’s time for the both of you tickle monsters to get a taste of your own medicine.” He grinned as he started to tickle both of your tummies. The both of you squealed but hearing the sound of your son’s laughter also caused an extra set of butterflies to rush to your tummy on top of the ticklish sensations you were feeling.
“Dadadaddy!” Cam giggled. Tom chuckled and moved up to his little ribs and while he stopped tickling you, you were still effectively pinned. Tom lifted up Cam’s shirt and start to nibble on his ribs. Cameron was now deep belly laughing and desperately trying to kick his dad away from tickling his worst spot.
“But I’m so hungry and you look so yummy!” Tom sang as he continued to nibble on your son’s ribs and the love you had for your boys overwhelmed you, you couldn’t help it and let you a little laugh. Tom immediately stopped tickling your son and had a playful look in his eyes.
“Do you think that’s funny?” Tom teased. “Here let me show you what else is funny!” Tom then lifted your shirt and started to nibble your ribs, you shrieked as started to endlessly giggle.
“Tohohohohohom! Stahahahahahap!” Tom just shook his head with a smile. “Cam do you wanna help me tickle mummy?” Cam nodded. “Get here right here.” Tom quickly got your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them over your head. Cameron’s little fingers started to spider on one of your armpits.
“Nohohohoho nahahahahat agahahahahin!” You cried, getting torment in your worst spot twice in one week. Your desperate belly laughter came out as Tom started to tickle your other armpit.
“But this is my favorite laugh of yours Y/N.” Tom smirked at you as he and Cameron both stopped to let you breath. Tom whispered something in Cameron’s ear and he nodded excitedly. “And we love you so much!” Then Tom and Cameron leaned down to each blow a raspberry in your neck.
You choked on your salvia as the scream of ticklishness erupted from your throat. On the bright side Tom let your arms go and your precious little boy cuddled into your neck and shoulder. This probably wasn’t the last time that the three of you would have a family tickle fight, with you becoming the victim but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
A/N: I wrote something. It’s really crappy, but I wrote something. Stay safe!
“We have to do something!” I exclaimed, looking over at Tom. “They’ll be back here any minute!”
“Don’t worry!” He replied into his microphone. “I got a plan.”
“Perfect,” the director said, flipping through the script from outside the black box, “now we gotta record some sound effects.”
“Sound effects?” I asked, taking a drink of water.
“What kind of sounds effects?” Tom added, adjusting his headphones.
It started off as a way to get some extra cash, but now it’s something that I love. I found the ad online, so I went for it. Now, I’m co-starring with Tom Holland in a new animated film.
Tom was a delight to meet. I knew him already because of his recurring role as Spider-Man, but as Tom Holland, he was the nicest person ever. We became pretty close friends soon after.
“Mainly laughter, since this is a kids movie,” the director replied, “but a few gasps and grunts of pain, but not so much.”
I looked over at Tom. “You first?”
He nodded his head. “Sure, why not.”
He put his mouth a little closer to the microphone. “Punch me.”
I was taken aback at his comment. “What?”
“Punch me.” He repeated, gesturing to his arm. “Don’t worry, no hard feelings depending on how hard you do it.”
“Alright, your call.” I replied, walking closer to him. I stepped back slightly with my right foot and swung my fist into his arm.
He groaned and stepped backward, rubbing his arm. He smiled slightly and playfully punched me back. “Ow! Not so hard, jeez.”
“You asked for a punch,” I reminded him, stepping back to behind my mic, “so I gave you a punch.”
“So if I asked you for a dollar, would you give me a twenty?” He asked, sarcastically.
I scoffed. “Of course not. I’m broke.”
“Excellent job, Y/N,” the director said, “You could really hear the pain behind his voice.”
“Because it was pain.” Tom reminded us. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
“Wimp.” I told him. He stuck out his tongue at me. I scoffed. “Very mature.”
“Now the laughter,” the director reminded us, “It needs to be a hearty one, not a simple short one.”
“You first.” Tom told me. “I’m still recovering from my brutal assault.”
I rolled my eyes, but obliged. I let out a half forced, somewhat strained laughter and Tom laughed at my attempt. The director put his face into his palms.
“You call that laughter?” Tom asked. He mimicked my laugh into his mic and the sound check guys laughed at him. I glared at them, then at Tom.
“Yeah well, it’s hard to laugh when nothing funny is happening.” I told him, defending myself.
“You want me to tell you a joke?” Tom offered. “I’m pretty great at jokes.”
“Tom, your jokes are terrible.” I told him. His face grew in fake disbelief as his put his hand on his heart.
“You wound me with your lies,” he said, “my jokes are amazing!”
“Alright fine,” I said, crossing my arms, “you laugh.”
“Fine, I will.” He said, adjusting his headphones and putting his mouth near the mic.
He pulled an even worse laugh attempt than I did. The guys in sound check were cracking up.
“‘You call that laughter?’“ I mimicked, laughing. “That was amazing.”
“Shut up!” He told me. He glared at the team and they stopped laughing, well, tried to at least.
“Come on, guys,” the director pleaded, “we’ve been recording all day. Some simple hearty laughter so we can end the night.”
He was right. We started early this morning and we were all tired.
“Try again, Tom,” I told him, giving him a nudge, “give us a better laugh than the one earlier.” I giggled, remembering the failed attempt.
He smiled and playfully glared at me. “No, because you’ll just laugh again.”
“Then at least we’ll get someone’s laugh sooner.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” I told him, stepping closer. He continued to glare at me, until he rolled his eyes. I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
Tom poked my stomach. “It’s not like you could do better.”
I flinched and covered my stomach. Tom rose a brow, followed by a mischievous smirk. “Oh, this is golden.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, stepping back slowly.
“Ticklish?” He asked, stepping towards me.
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.” I said, growing slightly worried as he started picking up his pace.
“Really?” He asked, astonished. “Then, surely you wouldn’t mind explaining why you flinched.”
I ran.
I almost made it to the door, until Tom grabbed my hand and I tripped on the wire of his mic. I fell and scrambled to stand, until he pinned me.
“No!” I exclaimed, trying to push him off.
“I didn’t even do anything yet.” He stated, laughing at my attempts to push him off. “Don’t make me pin your arms.”
“Get oHOFF!” I yelped as I felt a squeeze on my side. I shot my arms down.
“You lied to me?” He asked, shocked. “Shame on you, Y/N.”
“I dihidn’t liie!” I told him. “Gehet your hahand out!”
“Lift up your arm and I’ll take my hand out.” He told me, slightly wiggling his fingers. I flinched.
“You’re lyHIHING!” I yelled as I felt him squeeze my knee. “Nohoho!”
“Alright, you asked for this.” He told me, pinning my arms under his knees. I struggled against his hold.
“Tom please!” I told him, pulling at my arms. “Don’t!”
“Are you guys recording?” He shouted from his position. A couple faint ‘yes’s echoed back, since we were in a black box.
“Do noHOHOT TOHOM!” I laughed at I felt his hands dig into my stomach. I started struggling against him even harder. “Stohohop!”
“Lying to your bestest friend Tom, are we?” he asked, moving his fingers down to my hips. “Surely Y/N wouldn’t do that!”
I bucked my hips and my laughter escalated. “NAHAHAH TOHOHOM!”
“Yes, Y/N?” He asked, squeezing the little pudge connecting my stomach and hip.
I shrieked, tugging harder at my arms. “LEHEHET MEHE GOHOHAHAH!”
“Wittle Y/N can’t handle a bit of tickling?” He teased, moving his hands higher. My laughter grew higher, to the point of me banging my legs onto the floor.
“NOHAHAH SHEHE CAHAHAN’T!” I laughed.
“What about here?” He asked, lightly scratching at my ribs.
I screamed.
“NAHAHAHAH! GEHEHEHET OHOHOAHAHA!” I told him, struggling harder. I kicked my legs more furiously.
Tom wore such a mischievous grin that made me want to slap it off him. “Jack pot.”
“NONO NOHAHAHAHAH- PLEHEHEAHAH!!” I screamed. He laughed at my dismay.
“Last I checked,” He said, ignoring my pleas, “Women had one more rib than men do. Let’s double check, shall we?”
As he moved his fingers higher, my laughter grew silent. I grew weaker, and soon just let him.
“Now I’ve got to start again since you weren’t helping me!” He exclaimed, digging his fingers harder into my abdomen.
“STAHAHAHAH!” I yelled, attempting to buck him off one last time. To my surprise, and his, it worked.
He slid off me and I jumped up to pin him. He tried to retaliate, but I grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head with all the strength I had left.
“We needed your laughter, too.” I reminded him, poking at his exposed stomach. His shirt had ridden up, causing him to stifle a giggle.
“Was that a giggle, Tom?” I asked, causing him to giggle again. I had no mercy into digging into his stomach.
“STOHOHOP!” He yelled, struggling agains my hold. He almost succeeded, until I moved my hands upward, causing his laugh to go excessively higher.
“NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHA!” He screamed as I wiggled my fingers under his arms. I saw his face grow redder and slight tears in his eyes.
“Aw,” I teased, digging into his hollows, “Is Tom a little sensitive under his arms?”
“SHUHUAHAHAH!” He screamed, but soon was silent. He stopped struggling and just took my torture.
I moved my hands to his neck and he scrunched his shoulders, letting out a very unmanly shriek.
I laughed at his reaction, causing him to escape. He caught me off guard, so he bucked me off and stood up picking me up afterward. I struggled against him, until he went to my mic. I was confused, until he pinned my arms up and held them above my head in his arms, leaving my torso exposed.
“Make sure to add this to the movie.” He told the team, and then wiggle his fingers into my ribs. I screamed and let out hysterical laughter.
“NAHAHAH STAHAHAHA- LEHEHEHAHAH!” I couldn’t form full sentences as he went ham on my ribs. I couldn’t see anything through the tears in my eyes, and my kicking was growing less effective because I was getting weaker by the second.
Tom took mercy as my laughter remained silent for a while, and let me go, but kept my arms pinned at my sides. I used this to taser his sides with my free hand and yelped and let me go. I rubbed my ribs and glared at him.
“We got all that we needed.” The director said, chuckling at us. He stood up and told the crew to wrap it up. “See you guys tomorrow at nine am. Get some rest.” He looked at me and Tom. “Especially you two.”
Tom and I exchanged glances and nodded our heads. He nodded his and headed out. “Lock up after yourselves.”
I punched Tom on his arm as I grabbed my backpack from the floor. “You’re so gonna regret that.”
“And if you try to get your revenge, I’ll just pin you down quick and tickle you till you pass out.” He replied, tasering my sides and running away.
I shrieked and ran after him. “Get back here!”
Let’s just say, I wasn’t the only one laughing in our hotel room.
A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.
New years shenanigans
"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.
You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.
But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.
"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"
"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.
"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.
You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.
"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.
"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.
"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.
"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.
"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!
They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.
It. Was. Torture.
Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.
"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.
"YESHAHHAHAHA"!
"You promise?"
"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!
They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.
"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.
You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.
"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.
"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.
"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.
"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!
You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.
And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.
The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.
