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gigglz · 4 years ago

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The live

A/N: Hii this is my first fic so please be nice! Also sorry if its short!

Reader X Tom Holland

FT: some of the Avengers cast.

Warnings: this is a tickle fic (no its not sexual), bad grammar.

Prompt: You just finished shooting a scene on set with your friends, and you found Tom in your trailer, you decided to go live.

Word count: 1,305

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You had finally wrapped up a pretty long scene with Robert Downey Jr and Chris Evans. aka Iron man and Captain America.

You had been working on the set with the Avengers for a little over 9 months now, so you havent been in any of the movies yet. Tho you have become really close with all the cast members.

You had an especially good bond with Tom Holland.

“Hey, Y/N!” Chris called out to you, “wanna come get a coffee with us?”

“No, im good! Thanks! I have tea in my trailer, ill just go there and relax.” You replied with a kind smile.

“Suit yourself! Were going out, we’ll be gone for a while!” Robert tried to change your mind.

“Im good! You can go!” You assured him.

“Kk.” He said trying to copy your language.

“Hey! I dont talk like that!” You fake whined.

“Mhm, okayy! Can we just go now? I want coffee!” Chris was already out the door.

“Coming!” Robert scoffed, and went with Chris.

You started heading for your trailer, you opened the door and saw Tom sitting on the couch.

“Y/N! Finally!” he whined.

“Oh! Tom! Hi, sorry had to retake the scene too many times.” You flopped on the couch next to him.

“Are they annoying you? Cuz that wouldn’t be suprising, they sometimes drive me crazy! But theyre fun to work with!” Tom said with a chuckle.

“No, no! Its fine, just wanted some tea.” You said as you stood up to go warm up some water.

“Hey! I already made tea!” he showed you the two cups of tea that were sitting on the counter.

“Thanks!” You flopped down on the couch and took the mug in hand.

“So... i’m bored! Wanna go live?” Tom said already opening instagram on his phone.

“Sure! I mean we got nothing else to do!” You said as you scooted a little closer to Tom.

“Alright! Let’s not make it too long tho, I wanna rest a little after this.” Tom said starting the live.

You nodded.

“Hey guys! We have a small break from shooting! So me and Y/N decided to go live!” Tom said nugging you.

“Hey! Don’t spill my tea!” You exclaimed, slapping his shoulder with one hand.

“Haha! Sorry!” He chuckled. He picked up his cup of tea and took a sip.

“Oh! Right! You don’t know who Y/N is yet! Maybe some of you do, that check the cast member list.” He talked to the camera while you took another sip. “Shes playing the role of the new character “Z” in the movie, shes a bit younger then me! So i finally have a friend here, unlike those old men and women.” He giggled, of course he was joking. He loved his other cast members.

“Rude! I like them more than you!” You said sarcastically and laughed at the face that Tom made.

His mouth was wide open and eyes big, he was just looking at you with disbelief. “Z! You can’t say that!!” He turned to you and fake whined.

“Did you just call be by my hero name? Hah! Okay, Spider-man!” You teased him.

The live was filled with the laughing emojis, they seemed to love you already!

“Don’t talk to me like that! I’m the mighty Spider-man!” He called out with pride.

You chuckled. “Okay, Spider-Boy!” you laughed.

He fake gasped while putting his hand to his chest. “How dare you! I could beat you in any battle!” Tom said getting into his Spider-Man character.

“Hah! Yeah right!” You scoffed and he looked at you with a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Watch me!” He exclaimed and tackled you to the couch.

He seemed to act if there were no people watching you do this.

“Hey! Tom! I-AGH!” You let out a squeak.

Tom looked at you. “... you ticklish?” He had a small smirk on his face.

“well.. I.. No?” You said with a stutter.

“So.. you wouldn’t mind if i.. DID THIS!” As he said that, he dug into your sides with both hands.

“AGH! TOM! NO! Stahahahap! Nohohooo!” You arched your back while trying to pry his hands off of your sides.

“Ha! You lied! It isnt wise to lie to Spider-Man! TAKE THIS!” He said as he dug into yout stomach.

“AAAAAGH! TOM! TOOOM! Ahahah! noOOo!” You cried out.

“Who is Tom? I’m Peter!” Tom said with a smrik that you could not see.

“OKOK! PETER! STAHAHAP! Nahahaaa!” You laughed your head off, and his teasing didn’t help very much.

“Hey, what’s so funny? Did I miss a joke? Tell meee!” Tom said as he dug deeper into your belly.

“NAHAHAHA! STAHAP! IM GONNA DIHIHIHIE!” You fell into histerics.

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question! Why are you laughing?? Z? Hello?” He teased you, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“PEHEHETER! YOUHAHAHA! YOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEEE!” You screamed hoping he would stop, but you also didn’t.

“Ooooh! So that’s why you are laughing, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to be ticklish, Z!” Tom teased as the live was filled with laughing emojis and comments about your cute laugh.

“TOHOHO- I MEAN PEHETER! STAHAP! IHI CAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIT!” You were being pushed to your limit and Tom felt that, he started slowing down but not stopping completely.

Someone entered the live.. it was Robert Downey Jr.

Tom looked over at the live while he was still attacking your ribs, and saw Robert’s comment.

Robert wrote: “Hey, Y/N! You should’ve come with us! Regret it yet? Anyways.. were coming to save you.”

Tom read the comment and let go, “No, wait! You what? Robert!” he scrolled through the lives comments.

You were finally free and you could finally breathe. “Ehehh.. huff..”.

The comments were filled with “OOO!”, “You better run, Spider-man! Iron man is gonna get ya!”, and “OOOOH!”’s.

You sat up and looked over to Tom, when u saw his face in the camera you couldnt help but laugh. “Haha! what happened now??” You saw the You better run comment and realized.

“Hey, no! Y/N help me! He’s gonna actually kill me!” Tom looked over to you.

“Well.. i sujest-” KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

“Come in!” You said with a laugh, Tom looked at you like you had just stabbed him.

“Heyyy! Y/N, you alive?” Robert and Chris entered your trailer.

“Yeheah! I couldn’t say the same for Tom tho!” You said while turning to Tom who just looked confused and scared at the same time.

Tom was still live, you grabbed the phone from the table and turned the camera, you knew what was going to happen.

“Hey... uhm- I have to go..” Tom said while slowly standing up.

“no can’t do, sorry kid.” Robert said as he grabbed Tom and tackled him to the ground.

“HEY HEY HEY! NOO! Rohobert!! Plehease don’t!” Tom said trying to fight back.

Chris just sat next to you and enjoyed the scene that was about to play out.

“Kid, i’m not even touching you yet!” Robert laughed.

“Whyhy are you talking like Stahark?�� Tom said giggling.

“what do you mean? Peter? Are you alright?” Robert said in a sarcastic tone.

“Noho doHONHAHAHAA! ROHOBEHEHERTTT! NAHAHAHA!” Tom broke out in laughter for his fans to see.

Robert dug into his belly, that was one of his worst spots.

“Who’s Robert? I’m Iron Man!” Robert laughed to himself as he quoted the same thing Tom said to you.

Rest of the 10 minutes were filled with Spider-Man’s laughter, as Iron Man wrecked him. Captain America and Z watched the scene with amusement.

After sometime had passed and it was time to go to lseep, you opened Instagram and saw that a lot of people had tagged you and Tom in videos of you getting tickled.

You smiled and went to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed the fic! I tried really hard to not make any mistakes, but theres probably a shit ton LMAO- That was it for now! I’ll be writing new fics as often as i can! Hope you liked it!

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fluffyseapancakes · 3 years ago

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Beautiful

Hey everyone! So I’m two classes away from graduating college but my motivation got hit really hard. I’m hoping that getting back into the habit of writing and posting on here will help with the slump. Here’s a little fluffy fic that I wrote at 4am.

You have your first interview since you were cast in the new Spiderman movie. Insecurities creep in and your friend and costar, Tom Holland, knows how to cheer you up.

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You and Tom Holland sat down on the comfortable couch at the TV studio, you nervously fidgeted with the hem of your shirt and Tom gently put a hand on your knee.

“You got this Y/N, just be yourself,” he smiles at you.

When you got cast to play a supporting role in the new Spiderman movie, you were ecstatic to work alongside some of the best actors in the industry. After you finished filming, all you wanted to do was take a little vacation, but then your publicist broke the news that you will be doing a press conference alongside Tom. You and Tom had great chemistry and he’s one of your closest friends, but interviews scared the shit out of you and while you were getting ready for your first one on live TV, you were trying to come up with excuses to not show up. Tom finally dragged you out of the dressing room and onto the stage.

“Good morning, Tom and Y/N!” An overly cheery interviewer came up to the couch to greet you two, you were thrown off by how beautiful she looked with her perfectly styled hair and red suit that hugged all the right places. She’s interviewing me? She’s the one who should be on the red carpet.

“Good morning,” you quietly greet back, noticing that most of her attention was on Tom.

“My name is Cydney, I’m new at the studio and this is my first interview, so be nice to me,” she winks at Tom, he smiles politely.

“We’ll have loads of fun,” he playfully pats you on the back, “we always do.”

Cydney takes a seat in a chair across from the couch and the makeup department comes around to do some last-minute fixes. After double checking the lighting, the cameras turn on and the camera operator indicates that you are live on air.

“Good morning, Clevelanders! Today I am so excited to be interviewing Tom Holland and Y/N about their new Spiderman film. How do you two like Cleveland so far?” Cydney cheerfully begins the interview.

“I was just recently in Cleveland shooting a movie called Cherry, the people here are so nice and oh man, I missed Mitchell’s Ice Cream,” Tom answers, earning a laugh from Cydney.

“It’s my first time here, but we went to the Cleveland Zoo the other day and that was fun,” you shyly spoke up.

“I’m sure LA has better zoos though,” Cydney laughs, you slide back into your chair with embarrassment.

The interview continued for one long hour, most the questions were directed towards Tom, which was expected, but the ones directed towards you were shallow and Cydney didn’t seem to be interested in your answers. The more the interview went on, you felt like you didn’t exist, and you were being humiliated on live TV. Tears started to sting in the corners of your eyes and thankfully, the interview wrapped up.

“Well thank you Tom and Y/N for sitting down with me this morning, you better get more of that Mitchell’s Ice Cream before you leave town!” Cydney jokes, putting a hand on Tom’s knee. He smiles and stands up as soon as the camera operator yells, “Cut.”

“Are you okay Y/N?” Tom looks at you worriedly, you nod.

“Yeah I guess I got overwhelmed. I’m going to the dressing room.”

“Good idea so will I-,” Tom got interrupted by Cydney who quickly caught up to you two.

“Tom, may I borrow you for a second?” She flashes a gorgeous smile. Tom glances at you and you shake your head.

“Go, I’ll be getting changed,” you force a smile and watch the two of them disappear into one of the office spaces. You enter the dressing room and finally break down, tears silently streaming down your face as you change back into your sweatpants and oversized shirt. You look at the mirror and cry even harder when you see your reflection: a mess. Why, out of thousands of auditions, were you picked to be in this movie? You knew that people were going to make fun of your looks when you’re in the same scenes as Zendaya, and you knew that you looked like trash next to Cydney. Why did Tom, the Tom Holland, choose to be your friend? Out of pity?

Tom walks into the dressing room and stops when he sees you crying, he quickly walks over to you and gives you a hug.

“What’s going on darling?” He whispers, gently smoothing out your hair.

“I was terrible,” you couldn’t help but cry into his chest, getting his expensive shirt wet with your tears, “I barely answered any questions and I just looked like shit next to Cydney.”

“Well first of all, it was Cydney’s fault for being a shit interviewer, and you look beautiful sweetie.” Tom grabs a napkin and hands it over to you, you blow your nose and shake your head.

“Every other woman I see in this industry are drop dead gorgeous. I also know most of them would kill to get my role in the Spiderman movie…I just feel like I don’t deserve it.” You quietly confess.

“Y/N…” Tom sits down on the couch and pats the empty space next to him, you sit down and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “you were cast in the movie because out of all the auditions, you were the best. This industry is cut throat, but you are beautiful both inside and out. You are the most genuine person I know.”

You lean into his body and sigh, “Thanks Tom, it’s hard not comparing myself to other women.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, Cydney tried asking me out.” Tom smiled.

“Oh shit,” you giggle, “What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I’m not ready for a relationship…”

“With her,” you smile, “because you’re with someone else.”

“I am definitely not telling Cydney that I’m dating Zendaya,” Tom laughs, “that’s a good way to end up on the tabloids.” Tom fondly watches you as you giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

“Hey Y/N,” Tom wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you close.

“What?”

“You have the most beautiful smile,” you blush and playfully smack his arm.

“Thank years of braces for that,” you joke.

“No, I’m serious,” Tom wriggles his fingers against your sides, you yelp in surprise and burst out into a fit of giggles, “I love your laugh too, it’s adorable.” You feel yourself blushing even more but you’re laughing too hard to retaliate as he starts poking and prodding at your ribs. He squeezes your bottom rib, causing you to kick out and scream with laughter. His fingers wiggle down to your sides and hips, gently and methodically tickling every sensitive area. You stop fighting him and resign to his tickles, Tom chuckles and hugs you close, kissing you on the top of your head.

“Ice cream sounds good right about now,” you giggle as Tom’s fingers mischievously spiders against your sides.

“There’s a Mitchell’s across the street,” he grins, giving you one last squeeze. You squeal and jump up from the couch.

“Let’s go then! Ice cream for breakfast!”

Tom laughs and quickly gets changed, apologizing to the wardrobe department for “spilling water” on his expensive shirt. You race him to the ice cream shop, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection against a glass building. Your hair blowing in the breeze with your cheeks red from laughter (thanks to Tom) and a big smile on your face, you look happy. You glance at Tom who is holding the door open for you. You are happy, and to you, that’s beautiful.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fic #tom holland x reader #reader insert

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smilingangel582 · 1 year ago

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Reblogging this cuz Peter Parker aka spiderman aka Tom holland deserves it!! So, cuteeee, and btw those spiderman tickle fanfiction writers can see the future, hehehe... seeing how this guy is so ticklish...

Wait that’s so CUTE 🥺

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ticklefits · 3 years ago

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IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THAT INTERVIEW W TOM N ZENDAYA

#tom holland confirmed ticklish and ZENDAYA CONFIRMED LER LIKE UGGGH #PLSSSS that was so fucking cute im #HIS LIL LEAP AND SQUIRMING AND THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER WIGGLING FINGERS #SAME BABY BOY SAME #k talks.

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marvelgiggles · 4 years ago

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Get Even

Holland Family

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.

#tickle #ticklish!reader #Tickling #ticklish #tickles #mcu x reader #mcu tickle #tickle mcu #mcu tickle fic #marvel tickle #tickle marvel #marvel tickle fic #tom holland #tom x reader #ler!tom

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ficsandgiggles · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Take

The reader and Tom prepare to film a cute tickle scene together. All the fluff in this fic so I hope you enjoy!

You and Tom Holland had known each other for a little over free weeks now. You both had the opportunity to get to know each other quite well since your characters on screen were in a relationship.

This morning, you were observing your script and you couldn't help but burn up at a certain sentence.

*Jack proceeds to tackle Kiara down onto their bed and begins tickling her until she admits that Jack is the best cook.*

Well, this was going to be interesting.

You put your script aside and headed out of your hotel room to meet Tom, it was another relationship-building day so the two of you decided to just sit in a park and maybe get some ice cream. Conversations usually flowed easier when the two of you were just sitting down doing nothing.

When you went downstairs, you couldn't help but smile when you saw Tom. It didn't take long for you to realize that he was a really down to earth guy with such a kind heart. You snuck up behind him and pretty much jumped on his back, clinging to him like a koala whilst you heard Tom gasp and catch hold of you and chuckle.

"And a good morning to you too!" Tom smiled, turning around the moment you got down so he could hug you. You couldn't help but blush as you felt him pick you up and give you a little squeeze. The two of you began walking and talking whilst heading to the nearby park.

You sat down the moment you two agreed on a spot, and you couldn't help but lay down and stare up at the sky, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on your skin. The two of you continued to chat for a while before Tom decided to bring up a subject you had been dreading since this morning.

"So, I was reading the script for the millionth time the other day, but I couldn't help but notice a certain part which happens just before our characters officially get together.." Tom told you with a teasing smile, causing you to panic and sit up, you immediately knew which scene he was talking about and tried to keep it cool.

Tom grinned cheekily at you and continued. "And obviously, we don't want to waste time on set by me tickling you in places where you aren't ticklish, so I think it may be best if I find out your ticklish spots now... unless you wanna tell me?" He smirked, shuffling closer to you as you shook your head, trying to think of an excuse to not get tickled.

"Maybe... but what about this, you find out if and where I'm ticklish on set, that way it'll be more natural, as people don't know where their friends ticklish spots are straight away." You explained, thinking you had raised a very valid point until Tom continued to approach you, shaking his head.

"Nope. You're not going to get away with this, but just yell out, 'POPSICLE!' when you can't take it anymore, just so you don't pass out." Tom told you, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around you and gently tackling you back down to the ground, gently scribbling his fingers into your belly and watching as you screeched with giggles and tossed around from side to side.

"Aha! I knew you'd be ticklish!" Tom teased as he kept shaking his hands into your belly, smiling fondly as you giggled hysterically and lightly shoved at his hands.

"Nohohoho! It's all a lihihiHIHIHIE NAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHEHERE!" You suddenly screeched as Tom pulled your arms over your head, scribbling his free hand under your arm. He smirked fondly and teasingly raised his eyebrows at you.

"Wow! You are indeed veeeeery ticklish!" Tom teased, now clawing at your ribs with both of his hands, allowing you to freely shove at Tom to try and get a brief break. You were madly blushing from the tickles, especially since it felt like there was nothing you could do to get away from it.

"TOHOHOHOA! NOHOHOHOHO!" You yelped, squealing with high pitched laughter now as he gently scribbled along your sides. The sudden light tickles were just as unbearable and it definitely didn't help that your shirt had rode up from all the thrashing around you were doing, so the light touches were fluttering against the bare skin.

"Woah, you're really ticklish here! I need to remember this spot for when we're filming!" Tom told you, making you blush and whine as you lightly slapped at his hands, hoping that he will give you a break before you passed out.

Tom smiled fondly, continuing for a little longer before letting you go, allowing you to take in deep breaths and make an attempt to recover. However, you didn't pull your shirt down straight away, so Tom couldn't help but lean down and blow a small raspberry on your belly, causing to squeal with giggles and shove your shirt down, playfully glaring at your friend.

"So cruel..." You murmured as you fixed your hair and sat up before poking your tongue out at Tom, who just rolled his eyes with a smirk. "But so fun." He replied with a cheeky grin.

*The dreaded tickle scene filming day*

You hated to admit it, but you had been looking forward to filming this scene for quite a while now, and you were more than prepared to be extra cheeky so Tom didn't hold back when he tickled you. You waltzed in confidently and sat yourself down on your bed, soon followed by Tom, who stood next to you next to the bed. He smirked and wriggled his fingers teasingly at you.

"Don't think I've forgotten your spots, Y/N/N." Tom teased evilly before getting into character. You tried hard to hide your blush as you knew you were about to start filming.

"Alright, and... action!"

Tom sat himself down on the edge of the bed with a cocky smile on his face. "Well I guess I won that round, huh? Our mates clearly enjoyed my food more." Tom told you, folding his arms as you rolled your eyes, copying his motion.

"They were just being nice because they knew you would turn into Gordon Ramsey they admitted to hating your food." You replied with a confident smirk. Butterflies filled your stomach as you watched Tom climb onto the bed and crawl towards you.

"You did not just say that, Kiara, you better take that back...." He warned, looming over you evilly. You managed to compose yourself by shrugging casually, chuckling. "Or what? You're gonna swear at me until I pass out?" You replied, sitting up to try and meet his gaze.

"Oh no, I'll just do... this!" Tom announced before drilling his fingers into your belly. "Until you admit that I'm the best chef!" He boomed playfully. You couldn't help but squeal and sink back down, kicking your legs out helplessly as you burst into high pitched laughter.

"NOHOHOHO! ANYTHIHIHING BUHUHUHUT THAHAHAHAT!" You begged, throwing your head back and letting yourself laugh freely as Tom switched methods and shook his hand into the middle of your belly.

"So... Who is the best chef?!" Tom asked casually, raising his eyebrows and walking his fingers teasingly towards your sides. You could see his smirk, which confirmed that he did not forget your worst spot.

You tried to smile innocently, shrugging casually. "Me?"

Tom just rolled his eyes and scribbled into your sides, which were once again bare from your character wearing a crop top. You screeched with laughter and began to lightly punch his shoulders. "JAHAHAHAHACK! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAP!" You begged, wheezing with laughter for a little bit before Tom's character had mercy, he let you go so you could regain your breath.

"I'm the best chef, and I will never let you forget it." Tom teased, booping your nose. "Especially, now I know your weakness."

"CUT! That take was perfect guys! Take ten minutes so poor Y/N can recover!" The director called out, before most of the crew dispersed, leaving the two of you still on set.

You looked up at Tom, grinning shyly as your breathing returned to normal, but you noticed a mischeivious glint in Tom's eyes, and he wasted no more time before blowing raspberries all over your belly and moving around to your sides every so often. You screamed in surprise, before falling into a fit of high pitched laughter.

"TOHOHOHOHOM!" You squealed out, shoving at his head before he let you go, reaching to your character's desk and handing you a bottle of water.

"Sorry darling, you're just too cute when you're being tickled." Tom told you with a soft smile. A deep blush appeared on your face as you pretty much downed the bottle of water.

Once you had recovered, you just playfully shoved at Tom. "Oh shut up, I'll get you back one day..." You replied as Tom rolled his eyes, giving you a little hug.

"Yeah alright, I'll believe it when I see it. For now though, you are so screwed when we start to do interviews and press stuff together." He teased, ruffling your hair before heading over to the snacks table.

You blushed, shaking your head as you stood up and followed him. Yes, you will get Tom back eventually, but you also couldn't wait for Tom to tickle you more, and you were confident that it was going to be happening a lot more often.

#tom holland tickle fic #ler!tomholland #ler!tom #ticklish!reader

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fluffymcu · 5 years ago

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Show me (Tom x reader)

@marvelgiggles this is very short, just a little something. Hope you enjoy :)

You giggled at another funny fan edit someone made with Tom’s “umbrella” performance. It showed Tom’s dancing with a photoshopped thanos head.

Tom looked over at you from the kitchen at your constant giggles. He smiled to himself as he finished up arranging his tea, and set it on the counter to cool if a bit as he walked over to you.

You didn’t see him approach since you were now laughing at a split picture of Peter Parker’s top half and the bottom of a revealing women’s legs wearing laced leggings and black boots.

“What are you laughing at so much, love?” He smiled, taking a seat close to you in the couch, leaning over a bit to peak at your phone. You instinctively moved your phone away and giggled. Tom pouted and set his hand on your thigh.

“You don’t wanna show me?” He whined. You giggled and looked back at your phone.

“It’s nothing! Just random stuff.” You brushes off. Tom didn’t give up however.

“Then why can’t I see? Is it about me?” He asked. Your silence gave him the answer he needed and now he was fully intrigued. “Let me see, darling.” He smiled, squeezing your thigh twice as a warning.

Your laugh got caught in your throat as you flinched your leg away. “No, it’s nothing. Just a funny video.” You giggled nervously, grabbing his hand and trying to pull his hand off your thigh before he started back up again.

“Well, I like funny videos, you can show me right?” He laughed, now teasing you by playing around, flinching at your belly or sides, smiling widely at your nervous flinches.

“N-no, you wouldn’t get it!” You smiled, giggling more and more as he started to poke around your torso. “Tom! Nohoho.” You whined, laughing when he dodged your defensive hands and targetted your belly. With a scream, you brought your knees to your chest, hugging your phone in between.

“Show me what you’re watching first and then maybe I’ll stop.” He smirked, pulling you close to him, your back to his chest, and scratching at your ribs.

“Ahh! Wahahahait!” You squealed, quickly tucking the phone between the couch cushions.

“Video first, darling.” He teased, chuckling when he found a particularly sensitive spot right below your armpits.

You dissolved into desperate laughter as you felt yourself melting into him, losing your strength by the second. “Stohohohohop, it’s too muhuhuhuch!” You giggled.

Tom laughed and brought his hand under your shirt to scratch at your bare belly. You let out a yelp as you arched your back against him and desperately tried to wrench his hand away. But every attempt was futile with his strength plus how weak you already felt.

“You feel like showing me now?” He asked teasingly, slipping his hands into your armpits and wiggling harshly.

You let out a scream, using the last of your strength to at least turn around to face him and maybe push him away. But as soon as you turned, he tackled you down onto the cushions and blew a raspberry on your neck while digging into your sides, leaving no room for mercy. You burst into deep belly laughter as tears started to fill your eyes.

Tom looked at your desperate state but still, he decided to stand his ground. “I’m not stopping until you show me the video.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows at you teasingly, before attacking your ribs again. You wheezed as soon as his hands made contact with your ribs and you decided you couldn’t take much more if this.

“OKAY! OHOHOKAY YOU WIN! You win, stop.” You said breathlessly. Tom finally stopped with a smile and helped you up. You reached in between the cushions with a sigh and pulled out your phone. When you opened up Instagram, the page had accidentally refreshed and the videos and pictured you saw were gone.

You slightly gasped and sucked your teeth, throwing your head back in annoyance. “It’s gone.” You groaned.

“What?”

“It’s gone. I guess while I still had the phone in my hand I accidentally refreshed the page. Now the video is gone.” You sighed.

“Aww.” Tom pouted and sat back. “That sucks. I really wanted to see.”

“Yeah, clearly.” You said, giving him a pointed look, making both of you laugh. “So I just went through all of this. For nothing.” You huffed. Tom chuckled and pulled you close.

“Yeah, I kinda feel bad now.” He hummed. You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to look at him.

“Kinda?” You echoed.

He laughed and hugged you tighter. “Yes, well, I feel bad for torturing you, but on the bright side I was able to hear that adorable laugh of yours. It’s my favorite thing.” He smiled, making you blush slightly.

You sighed tiredly. “I guess I can accept that.”

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littlelovelyspiderling · 5 years ago

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Dialed to Eleven

I have a problem

The spider bite that gave Peter his powers had an unexpected (not to mention, embarrassing) side-effect that he wants gone. The kid turns to Tony Stark for help.

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“Hey, uh, Mr. Stark?”

Tony looked up from his workspace in surprise, flipping the welding mask off his eyes and on to his forehead. Peter Parker was standing in the doorway of his lab, his arms crossed with his hands clamped around each elbow, looking small and nervous. Stark hadn’t been expecting the kid to stop by the tower today. Normally, he called beforehand, or texted, or sent a string of those weird little internet pictures that made no sense but never ceased to make Peter burst out laughing.

“Hey?” Tony replied. It came out less like a greeting and more like a question. “I mean, uh, hey.”

“Hi.”

They stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before Stark scoffed and stood. “Um…what’re you doing here? How did you even get in?”

Peter glanced over his shoulder then back at the billionaire. “The, uh…the window.”

“Right,” he snorted. He had forgotten that he’d told FRIDAY to disable the tower’s defense protocols whenever she detected Spider-Man entering. He placed his blowtorch on the counter. “Well, what’s up? Do you need something?”

The kid shook his head. “No,” he said, but he looked as if he was trying to convince himself he didn’t, and was doing a very bad job at it. Then he squeezed his eyes shut. “I mean, well, sorta. Maybe. I don’t know.”

Tony motioned him forward. Hesitantly, Peter stepped into the lab.

“What’s wrong?” Stark asked, slipping the welding goggles off his forehead. Peter stopped in front of him and bit his lip. The kid had a bad habit of tip-toeing around his words whenever he was trying to open up to others, especially when he was asking for help. It cut Tony a little that Peter still thought himself unworthy of directly requesting his mentor’s aid.

“Nothing’s really wrong, per se,” he finally mumbled out, twiddling his thumbs in front of his chest. “It’s just…it’s sorta…well, I’m not really sure how to explain it.”

Stark wrinkled his nose. “Is this some kind of puberty thing? Where you’re, yah know, starting to feel some new things? Desires, urges, unfamiliar yearnings—”

“No!” Peter interrupted sharply, flushing red. “No, no, no. Not that.”

“—because if you really need someone to talk to, I mean—”

“I do not,” he insisted, practically gagging. “I’m done with puberty. Please stop.”

Tony chuckled. “All right. If you say so. What is it, then?”

Peter blinked and cleared his throat and shifted his weight between his feet. “Okay,” he said quietly, huffing out a quick breath. “Okay, so…you know how I got bit by a spider?”

“Yeah,” Tony said.

“And—and you know how it gave me powers?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Right,” Peter said. “And remember how I told you how it also kind of dialed all my senses to eleven? Like, uh, made me a lot more sensitive to loud sounds and strong smells and other stuff?”

Stark nodded. “Vaguely, yes.”

“Well, I’ve sort of learned how to handle most of it. So that, you know, it doesn’t really bother me and I can use my heightened senses to my advantage.” Peter slowed his rant for an instant and scratched at his forearms, trying to gather his thoughts. “But, um…there’s been this one sort of side-effect thing from the bite that’s just been bad. Like, not helpful and at all. And I want to try to make it go away, but I’m not sure how.”

“What kind of side-effect?” Tony asked.

Peter hung his head and sighed. “It’s…well…” He glanced around the room, making absolutely sure it was just the two of them. “It’s kind of…embarrassing.”

Stark raised an eyebrow. “Embarrassing?”

“Yeah,” Peter mumbled. He crossed his arms and chewed the inside of his cheek. Tony had seen the kid nervous and flustered before, but not like this. It was a very endearing look on the teenage superhero. Whatever it was that was bothering him was obviously hard for him to talk about, so Tony punched him playfully in the shoulder and offered him a reassuring smile.

“Well, I can’t really help you unless you tell me what’s going on, kiddo.”

“I know,” Peter groaned.

“So why don’t you try explain whatever it is you’re dealing with, and I’ll promise not to tell anyone about it. Deal?”

Peter searched his mentor’s expression for a moment, rocking back and forth on his heels, then let his shoulders sink.

“Okay,” he said miserably. “Just promise you won’t make fun of me.”

Stark grinned and wrapped an arm around the kid’s shoulders. “I promise to do my very best. How about that?” He led the kid to a stool by his work bench and gestured for him to sit. “But I feel like whatever this is, you’re being a bit dramatic. I mean, it can’t be that debilitating, can it?”

Peter sat and shook his head. “It’s not necessarily…debilitating,” he said. “It’s just…okay, here it goes.” He adjusted his positioning on the stool so that his feet were dangling above the floor. “So…um…y-you know how people are ticklish?”

Tony narrowed his eyes at him. What kind of question was that? “Uh, yeah,” he answered.

“Okay, well, see, ever since I gained my powers, I’ve gotten…more ticklish.” The longer he spoke, the pinker his face became. “It’s like…I think since all of my other senses were heightened, my sense of touch was heightened, too.”

“Okay,” Stark said, trying to track with him, attempting not to smile. “Well, is that the only thing that’s gotten worse? Do you also feel, I don’t know, pain more acutely?”

Peter tilted his head to the side. “No, not really. I feel pain differently, I guess, but I definitely have a higher tolerance for it now than I did before the bite. There’s a lot of things I feel differently now, but this…” He swallowed. “This is the only thing that’s just worse.”

At this point, the smile had bled through Tony’s defenses, and he was biting back a snort. “I mean, is it really that bad? I’m not sure there’s a cure for being ticklish, kid. It’s just how some people are.”

Peter bunched his shirt sleeves in his palms anxiously. “I know, but…there’s being normally ticklish, and then there’s this.” He crossed his legs on top of the stool. “Most people are ticklish in just some places. You know, like, your feet, your belly, whatever. That’s how I used to be.” Peter combed a hand through his hair. “But now, it’s like…everywhere.”

Stark blinked. “Everywhere?”

He nodded shyly. “Yeah. And in the normal places, it’s like a hundred times worse. And I don’t know how to fix it.” The kid stared up at him with his big, brown, puppy-dog eyes. “Can you help?”

Tony wasn’t sure if he should burst out laughing or feel bad for Peter. He kind of felt like doing both. It was such a cute and silly problem—certainly not the kind most superheroes had to deal with after developing powers. But the kid was clearly bent out of shape over it.

“I mean…I can try,” he said unconvincingly. “We can run some tests, I guess. Hop up on the table.”

Peter did as he was told, looking nervous. “What kind of tests?”

Stark opened a cabinet under the counter and pulled out a bag of old paintbrushes, selecting the tiniest one from the batch. “This should work,” he said cheerfully. He swiveled back toward the kid. “Let’s test and write down how sensitive each area of your body is. A sort of ‘on a scale of 1-10’ kind of thing. Maybe that will give us some clues as to why your sense of touch is so whacked out right now.”

Peter glanced between the brush and Stark’s face and audibly swallowed. “I mean, if you think it’ll help…”

“We’ll start simple,” he continued. “Let me see your hand.”

The kid hesitated, then slowly extended his arm. Tony held Peter’s hand in his and flipped his palm upright.

“Since there are two types of tickling sensations—knismesis and gargalesis —we’ll have to test both.”

“Knees-ma-what and gargly-who now?” Peter said.

“Fancy words for, say, soft and feathery touches versus aggressive squeezy-type touches.”

Peter shuddered. “Oh god. I can already tell I’m going to hate this.”

Tony chuckled, then laid the paintbrush against the kid’s hand. “Now then, how would you rate this?” he asked. He brushed the bristles lightly along his palm, and Peter immediately flinched away.

“H-hehey!” he squealed, hugging his fist to his chest. “Not great!”

“Seriously?” Stark scoffed.

Peter withered. “I told you it was bad.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t noticed this before now,” he chuckled. “How would you rate that spot?”

The kid looked down at his hand. “A four, I guess? Maybe?”

Tony raised a holographic silhouette of a body off the table in front of him and wrote a four and a ‘K’ in the air beside the palm with his finger. “Okay,” he said, tapping Peter’s knuckle. “Now the gargalesis.”

Peter wrinkled his nose and gave his hand back to Stark. Stark started squeezing his fingers and palm experimentally. This time, Peter didn’t pull back.

“I’m guessing this doesn’t bother you?” Tony asked.

“Yeah. I think it’s just the soft kind that’s worse there.”

“That makes sense,” Stark said. Without warning, he pinned Peter’s wrist to the table and starting sweeping the brush up his forearm.

“Whahat?” Peter yelped. Sharp, adorable giggles immediately started jumping from his lips. “Wahahait! Mr. Stahark! Ahaha!” He thrashed and kicked until he was free, rolling to the other end of the table and shrinking his elbows to his sides. “W-what the hell was that for?”

“I think you need to be restrained so I can get the data I need to help you,” Stark explained. “If you squirm away from me the whole time, I don’t think we’re going to get accurate enough results.”

“Are you serious?” Peter said, blush burning at the tips of his ears.

Tony actually felt bad for the kid this time. A sympathetic, but also endeared kind of bad. Unfortunately, he wasn’t kidding. “I’m afraid so, bud. If you want me to help you, I need to properly diagnose the extent and severity of your symptoms.”

Peter palmed his face with both hands. “Oh god,” he groaned, smiling anxiously through his fingers. “I mean, okay. Fine, I guess. If you really think it’ll help.”

“We could just forget about it, kid. Even if I can figure out the cause—”

“No,” he sighed. “I really want to know what’s going on.” He crawled to the middle of the table and flopped on his back with his arms above his head, puffing out his cheeks. Tony read this as a cue to go ahead and restrain him. He gave the word to FRIDAY, and metal clasps bubbled up from the table and latched around the kid’s wrists and ankles, making him jump in surprise.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, immediately trying to wriggle free. The bonds held him firmly in place, keeping his arms and legs pinned against the cold surface. “I didn’t mean right now! Since when were those installed?”

“What better time than the present?” Stark said with a shrug, walking up to his side. “Unless you’re still not sure about this.”

“I’m not,” he laughed nervously, stretching and shifting as much as the restraints allowed. “Definitely not, heh. But, I mean, go ahead, I guess.”

Stark couldn’t help but chuckle at the kid’s squirmy timidness. He wasn’t even touching him yet. “All right,” he said, lifting up the brush. “I’ll try to go quick.”

The moment the bristles made contact with Peter’s wrist, he started twitching and giggling in the cutest way possible. It grew very clear very quick that Spider-Man hadn’t been joking: he was definitely more ticklish than the average person. A lot more. Tony was basically just holding the brush against his arm, and already the kid was turning red with laughter.

“Wow,” Stark said, grinning. “That bad, huh?”

“I’m sohohorry,” Peter giggled helplessly. “Ihi’m soho anxious!”

“So is it just the anxiety making you laugh, or does it really tickle that much? How would you rate this?”

“Seheven!” he stammered out, dropping his head against the table. Tony scoffed.

“Seven? I’m not even moving the brush!” Smiling wide, Stark started dragging the bristles down the length of his arm. The lower he got, the higher and wilder Peter’s laughter became. Tony found himself laughing along with him and fought to stay composed.

“Ohoho my gohahad,” Peter whined, balling his hands into fists.

“I thought maybe you were exaggerating a bit. But man, this is…” His voice trailed off as he watched the teen giggle. His face hurt from grinning so much. “You have to admit, this is a pretty freaking adorable problem to have, kid. I’m almost tempted not to help you. Are you sure you want to get rid of it?”

“Yehehes!” Peter laughed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Plehease hurry uhuhup!”

Stark had a feeling he was going to regret requesting that. His suspicions were confirmed when he moved the brush below Peter’s elbow, and the kid leapt and squealed.

“Ahahahack!” he cried. “Mihister Stahahark! Thihis ihihis torhorture!”

“Rating?” Tony inquired.

“Tehehen!”

Stark rolled his eyes. “I don’t think your measuring system is very reliable. FRIDAY, scan him while I’m doing this and rate each area’s ticklishness based on his reactions.”

“On it,” FRIDAY’s chipper voice replied from overhead. “I’ll have a full map generated once you’ve finished testing his whole body.”

“Perfect,” Stark said. He switched to squeezing Peter’s arm, which only elicited a reaction when he got close to his armpit.

“I cahahan’t do thihis,” Peter whimpered.

“Sure you can,” Tony insisted. He plucked the paintbrush off the table and held it toward the kid’s underarm. Before he even touched him, Peter flinched away with a squeak.

“Noho! Never mind! Ihihi give up!”

“You give up?” Stark repeated mockingly. “We’ve barely even started.”

“It’s nohot worth it.”

A mischievous grin crawled across Tony’s face. “You should’ve thought of that before letting me pin you to the table.”

The kid blinked at him, jaw dropping open. “W-what?”

“I believe this has to be done whether you like it or not,” he clarified matter-of-factly. “We need to get to the bottom of this for your own wellbeing. And at this point, it’s not like you can stop me.”

With an evil gleam in his eye, Tony moved the brush closer to the kid’s armpit. Peter wrenched and squirmed, but to his horror, he realized Stark was right. He was trapped.

“Wahahait!” Peter cried. “Noho! Mr. Stahark! Plehease don’t!”

Tony ignored him and slipped the brush inside his shirt sleeve, stroking the bristles against the unbearably sensitive skin under his arm. Peter gasped, then sputtered, then exploded into a whole new magnitude of laughter.

“AHAhahaha! Nohoho!” He twisted and floundered, but it was all in vain. There was no escaping the soft, feathery brushstrokes, which were painting circles and swirls and figure eights in the most ticklish spot of his vulnerable pit.

Peter’s entire face flushed crimson. “Stohohahap! Stahahap! Mihister Starharhahahaaa!”

“Now this is where things start get interesting,” Tony said, smiling down at the blushing, laugh-wracked kid. He had meant to go easy on him at first, to only tickle him enough to get the data they needed, but now he was having too much fun. He set the brush down and switched to digging his thumbs into both of Peter’s armpits, kneading deep into the hollows with merciless intensity. This time, Peter shrieked.

“AHAHAHAHAAA!” Spider-Man arched his spine and shook his head from side to side, hiccups jumping from his throat. “N-NOHO! NOHOHAHAHAGH!”

“I’d say that’s a pretty sensitive spot,” Stark noted gleefully. “What do you think, kiddo?”

“HEHEHELP!” Peter pleaded between bouts of hysterical giggles. Tony tickled the entirety of each underarm before finally lifting his hands off the kid. He looked like he might explode if he didn’t give him a rest.

“Gaha…” Peter wheezed, eyes wide, gulping down air like a fish. “Oho man…”

“Ready for the next round?” Tony asked far too soon, twirling the paintbrush just above his tummy. Peter went rigid.

“Noho! Please!”

“Better move this out of the way,” Stark said, lifting the kid’s shirt to expose his bare belly. “You know, so we can get the most accurate results.”

Peter pulled at his restraints with all his might. “Mihister Stark! I’m behegging you! Lehet me goho!”

“But you asked me to help you figure this out,” he said innocently, spinning the paintbrush between his fingers. “I’m only doing what’s best for you. If I don’t help you fix this, and word gets out about your little weakness, then every super villain you encounter is going to hold you down and tickle you until you die—or until you spill the beans on all of the Avengers’ secrets.”

Peter opened his mouth to retaliate, but he didn’t know what to say. “But—but—” was all he got out before Tony started fluttering the paintbrush just below his ribcage, and a giant grin cracked across his face. “Mmheehaha! Shihihit!”

“It’s just like painting a beautiful landscape,” Stark said, skimming the bristles slowly and delicately up his side. “You know, Bob Ross style. “Except instead of canvas, I have a super giggly teenager.” He went down his side again. Then up. Then back down. Oscillating the brush in a wave-like motion. Poking the brush tip underneath his back. Then he switched to Peter’s other side, starting the whole masterpiece all over again. Peter was in squirmy pieces.

“I cahahan’t! I cahahahan’t! Plehehehease!”

“All right, I hear you,” Tony concurred. He swept the brush across Peter’s tummy, causing the kid to cringe and squeal. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

“Nohohahaha!” Peter laughed, sucking in his abs and throwing his weight from side to side. His efforts did nothing to deter the brush’s cruel, smooth path; never once did the bristles lift from his unbelievably sensitive skin. They glided and slid and danced and wiggled; they skirted and fluttered and twitched and stroked. The brush scoured across every last inch of his tummy before honing on Peter’s bellybutton, poking and swirling inside and around. The kid screeched.

“Ihihihi’m dyhyhing!”

“I think you might be speaking too soon,” Tony said, placing the paintbrush on the table then wiggling his fingers threateningly. He didn’t attack right away, though—Peter was probably exaggerating about the whole dying thing, but the red color consuming his entire body told a different story. He didn’t want to take any chances. Plus, watching the kid giggle and squirm in anticipation was beyond adorable.

“Y-you’re soho mean,” Peter wheezed, flinching and squealing every time Tony jumped at him. He clawed at the air just above his tummy, driving the kid up the wall. “Stahap! Shihit! You ahasshole!”

“Oh. So you want you me to actually tickle you instead of faking it?” Stark shrugged. “Okay then. I was trying to give you a break, but…”

Tony reached down and wrapped his hands around Peter’s torso. The kid fell to pieces before he even started to tickle him, and Stark suddenly felt like a very peculiar and very cruel Spider-Man villain. He kneaded his fingers into his sides, his hips, his belly. He squeezed all over, quick and repetitive, then ground his knuckles into the entirety of his ribcage, followed by worming every fingertip between each rib. Peter’s wild laughing dissolved back into sporadic hiccups, which racked his whole frame and jumped from his throat.

Tony ceased his attack when the kid stopped making sounds altogether—once he was just lying there, bouncing with silent laughter, smiling the biggest smile in the world. It took him a minute to start laughing again, then another minute to actually form words between each giggle bout.

“Hehelp,” he whimpered.

“Yep,” Stark said. “I think we’ve got a fair reading on your upper body’s sensitivity.”

“Screhew you…” Peter panted breathlessly, tears shining in his eyes. “Ihi’m n-never…never trusting you agahain…”

When Tony didn’t respond, Peter turned to look up at him. He was surprised to see a flash of actual hurt cross his mentor’s expression. Stark’s hands fell to his sides.

“Aw, man. See, I can’t have that.”

Peter blinked repeatedly, wrinkling his brow. “Wait, w-what?”

Tony’s eyes rose to the ceiling, and he snapped his fingers in the air. Instantly, the clasps on Spider-Man’s limbs unlatched and receded back into the table, leaving him stunned and free.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I took it too far. You came to me for help, and I shouldn’t take that lightly.”

Slowly, Peter sat upright, hugging himself around the middle. His tummy and ribcage tingled all over, resulting in a few residual giggles slipping from his lips.

“I don’t ever want you to think you can’t trust me. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” The corners of Stark’s mouth lifted hesitantly. “I just really like seeing you smile and hearing you laugh. We’ve all been in a pretty dark spell since Thanos, so…” With a sigh, he waved his hand dismissively. “Anyway. FRIDAY probably has enough data to figure out what’s up with your biology. I’ll start working through it and I’ll text you if any potential leads come up.”

Peter stared at him, silent, unsure how to respond. On one hand, he absolutely hated how insanely ticklish he was. Everything else the spider bite had given him was helpful, powerful, heroic, but this—this was just embarrassing. It was a weakness, and he wanted all his weaknesses gone.

On the other hand, it wasn’t a total negative. It was a way to make himself and others smiley and giggly even when spirits were low. Sure, it rendered him breathless and flustered. But, as much as he hated to admit it, it also cheered him, brightened his mood, reminded him how to laugh when joy felt impossible.

Being abnormally ticklish wasn’t particularly to his liking. Neither was being restrained and tickled out of his mind. But he wasn’t entirely against affectionate pokes and prods every now and then. Ben used to tease him like that all the time, especially when school had him at his wits end. May did it to punctuate the fact that he was still a kid—her kid. It was a way to make him happy during times when he was determined not to be.

“No, I…I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn’t mean it.” Peter would trust Tony with his life. Nothing would ever change that. He rubbed at his aching ribs. “I just said it so you’d stop before I exploded.”

Stark chuckled. “Fair enough. I should’ve stopped before that, though. Your face was almost the color of your suit.”

Heat flushed through Peter as he laughed shyly, cupping his rosy cheeks in his hands. “Ugh. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Well, like I said: your secret’s safe with me. And I won’t abuse my knowledge of it anymore. You’re free to go now.”

Peter glanced up at the ceiling then back at Tony. “Are you sure you have all the data you need?”

He shrugged. “No. But I’ll do my best with what we’ve got.”

The kid crossed his arms against his chest and his legs against the table. “So…if you tested the rest of me, you think you’d have a better chance of figuring out what’s wrong?”

“Uh,” Stark said, narrowing his eyes. “Maybe? Probably. I mean, no guarantees, but…”

Peter nodded, then heaved a lofty sigh. “Alright. Go ahead, then.”

Tony’s lip twitched. “Huh?”

“Test the rest of me,” he murmured. “Quickly, though, so I don’t spontaneously combust.”

“Are…you sure?” Stark asked, laying his palms against the table. “You seem to really hate it, and I don’t want to make you hate me for doing it to you.”

Peter leaned back on his elbows and stretched out his legs, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t…necessarily…hate it,” he managed to say. He cleared his throat. “It’s just that it’s a weakness, and I’m a superhero. And superheroes aren’t supposed to have weaknesses.”

As Tony looked upon his blushing mentee, a soft smile broke across his face. “Now that’s where you’re wrong, kiddo. Everyone has weaknesses, regardless of how super they may seem.” He poked him in the belly, making Peter leap and sputter. “Yours just happens to be a very adorable one.”

“Stohop,” Peter giggled, gripping his side.

“Mm, No, I don’t think I will,” Tony said smugly. He stood up straight and wagged his finger. “You see, Pete, you made the mistake of telling me you don’t hate it. Which means I now feel absolutely no remorse for doing this.”

With two simultaneous clicks, the clasps suddenly reemerged from the table, trapping Spider-Man in his current position. Peter yelped in surprise as Stark rounded the table so he was standing behind him.

“H-hey! Wait! Mr. Stark!” He pulled uselessly against the restraints, trying to turn to see over his shoulder, then squeaked when something feathery brushed the back of his neck.

“What? I’m just doing what you said—testing the rest of you.” He fluttered the paintbrush against his neck, occasionally teasing his collarbone and tickling his ears, making Peter giggle and twist and flare with goosebumps.

“Nohoho! Ihi tahake it bahahack!” he squealed.

“Too late,” Tony said, switching to his hands. “Because if you don’t hate it, that means at least part of you enjoys it. Check and mate.” He squeezed at the muscle between Peter’s neck and shoulders, and the poor kid cringed.

“Ahahaha! Ihihihi dohohon’t!”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” Stark chuckled. He gave him one last pinch, then stepped away, letting him take a breath. “Lucky for you, there’s really only one more place I think we need to test.”

“Whehere?” Peter gasped, slumping flat and hanging his head. The realization struck him before Tony even started moving to the opposite side of the table. “Wahait! Wait, wait, wahait!”

Stark stopped by his feet and smiled sympathetically. “If you really don’t want me to, I won’t.”

The kid groaned. “Ugh. Shihit. Just get it over with…”

Tony pulled his left shoe and sock off. Peter was red and giggling just from thinking about those feathery bristles touching his soles, which made Stark chuckle.

“Judging from your face and general disposition right now, am I correct in assuming this is your worst spot?”

Peter squirmed. “Ihit’s all soho bad…”

“Maybe it has something to do with your stickiness,” Stark suggested. He stroked the brush from the ball of Peter’s foot to the tips of his toes, and the kid squawked.

“AHAHAHAHAAA! Dahahammit!” He expected him to stop after that, but Tony kept going, fluttering the bristles along the sides and arch of his foot, poking the plastic end between his toes. Peter went from laughing to shrieking to hiccuping in a matter of seconds, wrenching and twisting against his restraints. Stark ceased his attack in less than a minute—he truly believed the kid couldn’t survive a moment longer than that.

“Okay, okay, we’re done,” he laughed, re-releasing Peter from the clasps holding his limbs hostage. “Geez, kid. I don’t know how you’ve managed to hide this for so long.”

“Nohot…eheasily…” he wheezed. He curled into a tiny ball, dizzy and breathless.

“Map generated,” FRIDAY said from above. A diagram of a human body materialized in front of them with labels on different areas, listing their designated ticklishness rating. “I’ll start running diagnostic tests right away.”

“You do that,” Tony said. He turned back to Peter, who was still struggling to catch his breath. “I’ll let you know what she digs up, okay?.”

“Yay…” he whimpered, lying on his side. Stark chuckled softly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

After a moment, Peter sat up, an exhausted but happy smile on his face. “Y-yeah,” he panted, wiping his eyes. “I’m fine, honestly. Just…whew.”

“I wish I didn’t have to resort to that to get you to smile and laugh like you used to,” Tony said, solemn. “You know, before…”

“Yeah,” he giggled shyly. “I guess it isn’t all bad. Even if It is a weakness.”

“Just don’t let your villains find out about it. Like, seriously. They’d break you in minutes. And possibly kill you.”

Peter winced. “Right, heh. Better not tell Sam or Bucky about it, either.”

“Smart thinking,” Stark said.

A week later, neither FRIDAY nor Stark had found any solid leads regarding the cause of the kid’s strange ailment, or how to get rid of it. Tony felt bad for putting him through all of that trouble for nothing, but surprisingly, Peter was okay with it. It was a part of him, just as much as his super-strength and sticky fingers and spider sense were, and he’d decided to accept that. Even if there was a way to get rid of it, he wasn’t so sure he would anymore.

As long as it wasn’t common knowledge, at least. If his secret got out, his opinion on the matter might do a one-eighty. Especially if any of the other Avengers discovered it. Perhaps in the long run it would make all of them, including Peter, a bit happier overall.

But good god—he’d be so freaking screwed.

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