"Ahanother one!" You hit that nerve just now. His eyes met yours once again, his laughter stopped immediately and he went quiet. A smirk drawing his lips.

"Shall we take a look on how many laughters you have, huh?" He slowly got up and approached you. The butterflies in your stomach started to grow and a nervous smile was shown as you hopped down the chair, backing up.

"Seconds ago you were so tough, now you're all nervous, bubs?" His arms crossed above his chest. You couldn't tell what he was going to do, but you were afraid. He sometimes has ideas you don't like most of the time..

"What.. what are you going to do, giggles?" Wrong nickname, wrong time.

"Don't blame it on me now." He said and sprinted towards your body, grabbing your arms and bringing them behind your back with a quick move. You didn't expect him to grab you like that and you are now more uncertain than before.

"Andrew? What the f-"

"Ah ah ah.. watch your potty mouth, will ya?” His voice is calmly, “I’m not going to hurt you.. well- maybe your stomach will hurt from laughing!” You felt a sudden touch at your sides, his fingers scribbling on your skin, making you giggle in surprise.

“Now look at that, someone’s ticklish!” He held you closer to your chest and moved his hand over your stomach to your other side, your giggles increasing the moment your tummy was being touched. This, obviously, didn’t get past Andrew and he noticed the change of giggles, so he went back to your tummy, softly wiggling his fingers.

“Ahandrew! Stahap thahat!” Desperately you tried escaping his form grip, wiggling and kicking every part of your body.

“But there are at least 20 laughters left I need to find!” He stopped for a quick second, moving the both of you towards a tent where the both of you often sit during breaks. It had a table full of snacks and drinks, it looks comfy and had a gray soft couch standing in the corner of the tent. He managed to lay you down on the carpet in front of the couch, pining your arms next to your sides with his knees.

“That’s not fair!” You protested, smiling like an idiot while you secretly enjoyed this playful side of him.

“Rather this than having your hands slapping my face.” He teasingly wiggled his fingers above your tummy which you sucked in, closing your eyes nervously. A few giggles echoing through the tent.

“Air ticklish?”

“Shuhut uhup..”

“You really got some potty mouth today!” He moved his hands down and started to scribble all over your tummy, with a shriek you fell again into adorable giggles. Your legs wiggling behind his body, stamping onto the ground.

He soon got bored of scribbling over your tummy, he needs to find more giggles and laughters of you, so he went to squeezing your sides up and down as best as he can since your arms were pressed against them. As he hoped, you started laughing more loudly. Watching you laughing so freely with this wide smile on your face made him happy in a way he can’t describe.

“AHANDREW! I-I’M SOHORREEEE!” Your knees hit his back as you brought them up. This was torture, mostly the fact that you can’t defend yourself with your arms.

“Glad you are, I’m still not finished yet though.” He switched spots again, drilling his thumbs into your hipbones. You never thought that you are this ticklish and that your hips are one of your most sensitive spots until this moment. You squealed and fell into deep belly laughter, no strength to wiggle or squirm in any way. You had to take the tickling you went through right now, you weren’t even able to protest with any words, you just laughed it off.

“That’s a new one!” He mocked your words with a wide grin, not stopping taking advantage of your tickle spot. You, in the meanwhile, lost it completely now. Your laughter started to go silent, he started to giggle himself now and stopped his attack.

“For the record: I heard 4 different giggles today, need around 20 more.” He got off of you and helped you up on your feet, smiling sweetly at you.

“I’m sorry if I took it too far.”

Peter looked down at his suit, and something must have clicked inside his head. “Ohhh shit. You’re not supposed to be here are you?” His eyes went wide, as he pointed towards you, which wasn’t making you feel more at ease.

“What do you mean?” you asked. You were getting more and more concerned by the minute, but for some reason you still trusted the Peter in front of you.

“So here’s the thing, I’m Peter Parker, but I’m not your world’s Peter Parker. This isn’t really going to make any sense, but you’re in another reality,” he blurted out.

“How do I know you’re really spiderman?” you asked cautiously.

He held out a hand for you. “You’re going to have to trust me a little bit.” You grimaced, and slowly placed your hand in his. A fire danced in his eyes that scared you a bit, but if you were in an alternate reality, then you were going to need all the help you could get.

Peter quickly shot a web towards the window, and pulled the window upwards. “You might want to hold on,” he grinned.

You uncertainly gripped your arms around his torso, and he pulled a mask over his face. “What are we- PETER!” you screamed, as you both flung out of the window. You nearly hit the building across from his apartment, but he quickly shot another web towards the other side of the street, and you swung across again.

“Come on look up,” he laughed, as your shrill screams pierced his ears. Eventually you lifted your head up and opened your eyes. It was incredible. Your screams melded into laughter, and a bright smile appeared on your face. It was almost like flying, the wind whipped through your hair like you were racing down the fastest road in a convertible. The world seemed to go by in a blur, but if you focused you could make out the little dots of people.

The buildings blended together as if New York was being painted and created as you flew through the air. It was only when you almost flew into a bird that you closed your eyes again, only to have Peter narrowly miss it. It was only then that you realized your head had been firmly pressed into his chest the entire time. You slowly looked up at him to see if he had noticed, but it seemed he was too busy focusing on not hitting things to notice. Eventually your high came to an end, and you stopped at the top of a relatively tall building. Peter quickly made sure you stepped off the ledge, and more towards the middle of the roof, but he stayed put at his place beside you.

“Do you notice anything different?” Peter asked. He pointed out the skyline of New York. Stark tower, or what used to be Stark tower appeared to have disappeared completely.

“So this really isn’t my world?” you asked for confirmation. You looked up at him with uncertainty in your eyes, but for some reason the look in his eyes seemed to calm you.

“Definitely not, I don’t even know how you got here. You also didn’t forget Peter- well your world’s Peter- which is weird,” he added.

“I was supposed to forget that?” you asked curiously.

“There was this whole thing with this magic dude in your world, and he did some spell to make everyone forget who Peter was in order to not destroy the multiverse,” Peter gestured vaguely.

Realization dawned on you. “Doctor strange?” you asked.

He snapped and stood up. “Oh yeah! That was his name!”

You grinned despite yourself. Looking back off towards the skyline, you noticed the sun was starting to set. Even though you had no idea where you were in the universe, it was just like your New York’s sunsets. Oftentimes it was cloudy, but when it wasn’t, it was breathtaking.

“Hey, it’s getting late, and I know you don’t really know me, but you still need food so do you wanna stay with me till we figure this out?” Peter asked.

Your survival instincts told you that staying with a guy that you barely knew was a horrible idea, but a burning feeling in your soul told you that he was safe. If your heart trusted him at that moment, then so would you.

“Yeah, thank you,” you said appreciatively.

“Hold on!” he yelled, and off you went again.

. . . . . . . . . .

Life always threw you curveballs. But that was the thing with curveballs and sharp corners; sometimes the things that you think are the worst, actually turn out to be really good things. Peter was like a curveball, at first it was horrible, but after three months, something had changed. You liked being around him quite a bit, or at least when he wasn’t being annoying.

“Do you remember the first day we met?” he asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.

You gladly took the coffee that he handed to you. “No, I just forgot the day I walked into the wrong reality,” you laughed.

“Well yeah I know that,” he groaned, with a huge smile on his face. If you could only bottle up the feeling his smile gave you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked softly.

You sipped a bit of coffee, and debated your response. “Your smile, it’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly. You could see his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Peter, are you blushing?” you cooed.

“No,” he denied loudly, and his wickedly beautiful smile came out again.

“Really? Because I can see it.” you asked. You carefully set your cup on the table.

Peter also placed his cup down on the table, and crossed his arms. “I’m not speaking to you without a lawyer.”

“Fine, I’ll get you to talk,” you said before lunging and latching onto his sides.

“Wait- nahahaho!” Peter screeched as he tried desperately not to immediately pull you off.

You quickly moved your hands to spider at his stomach, and Peter melted flat onto the couch. “See there’s your cute smile!” you grinned.

“Y/n! I’m wahaharning yOUHOh! Shihit!” Your hands climbed into his armpits, and gently scratched in the middle of them. His laughter was adorable. It was like music to your ears. It was high and airy, it matched the energy of the very core of his soul.

“Peter you’re so- EHP!” One of his hands had unintentionally latched onto one of your hips and harshly squeezed.

“What was that?” he asked. Fuck. Your odds were not so good. Your best friend had super strength, and the ability to pin you down easily. Which was precisely the reason why you had kept this from him for so long.

“Would you buy it if I told you it was nothing?” you asked timidly. By all accounts your body was telling you to run.

“My spidey senses would tell me you’ve been lying your ass off,” he smirked. A spark traveled from one eye to the other. You could see a plan forming in his mind. His smile was wider than before, his mouth was wide open with glee.

You made a quick, and arguably dumb decision. You abruptly squeezed your hands into his ribs just a couple more times. He let out an undignified shriek.

“You’re just asking for it now!” he yelled as you hopped off of him.

You took off as fast as you could, but Peter quickly jumped over the couch after you. He shot a web at each of the doors, and pulled each of them shut before sticky webbing them. You tried to pull one of them open, but it was hopeless, they weren’t budging.

“You’re traaaaaaaped,” he sang in an evil, but cheery tone.

“No, I’m not,” you countered. You quickly hopped into a running stance, even though there was nowhere to run.

“Where are you going to go?” he laughed. You briefly considered the window, afterall he did have a month's work of tickling to catch up on, perhaps the fall would be worth it. But you settled for running towards the other side of the couch.

You felt a web nearly graze your back, but somehow he had missed.

“Haha!” you yelled as you rounded the couch.

But Peter didn’t look worried in the slightest, which worried you more. His eyes were trained on your every move.

“You know, if you surrender now, I might make it easier for you,” he taunted.

“Oh yeah because you’re surely going to take pity on me,” you quipped. You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation for only a second, but a second was all Peter needed. Before you could do anything to stop it, Peter had shot webs at both of your hands, vaulted the couch, and lightly pushed you towards the wall. To your horror, your hands got stuck to the wall just above your head.

“Peter…” you warned. He slowly approached you, and the look in his eyes made you want to crumble to the ground. Even more unfortunately for you, he knew this.

“I haven’t even said what I’m going to do,” he smiled innocently.

He took another step towards you, and you tried to push yourself into the wall more.

“No,” you warned again. But once again he stepped closer.

“I did tell you that if you surrendered this would be easier.” He shrugged like he had no control over what was about to happen, but the way he was reading your body language you could tell he was toying with you.

“Stop messing with me,” you groaned.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he badly lied. He took another step. Now the two of you were mere inches apart.

“Stohop!” You cursed yourself for already laughing, but you couldn’t help it, you were nervous.

“Can I ask you a question?” Peter asked, grinning like an idiot.

You attempted to glare at him while you nodded. He leaned down slightly so his mouth was directly next to your ear. “Are you ticklish?” he whispered.

Even the word sent shivers down your spine. “No,” you yelled too quickly. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t already planning on testing it out.

“Really?” he asked. Tilting his head slightly to the side, his eyes flashed with something all too terrifying.

“Yes,” you said with more confidence.

“Oh, you’ll be fine with this then,” he shrugged. Then he suddenly dug into the soft flesh above your navel, just like you had done to him only moments earlier. Your facade quickly crumbled, and you burst into light giggles.

“It looks like I’m not the only one with a cute smile,” he said softly, but loud enough it was intended to reach your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid looking at the dorky smile on his face.

“So where’s your worst spot?” he asked. When you didn’t respond immediately, his hands jumped down to squeeze at your hips, and you almost kicked him.

“What’s this?” He momentarily stopped.

“None of your business dickhead,” you heaved out. But you both knew there was no real malice in your sentence.

Peter clicked and shook his head. “Wowwwww, you must really want to be tickled.” Before you could argue his hands latched onto your hips, and you fought the urge to scream before laughter fully took over your body. Your laughs were so deep they almost came out as wheezes. Your knees wanted to collapse but Peter’s body was pressed up against you.

“So what are you thinking about telling me your worst spots now?” Peter taunted. He slowed his tickling to just brushing his thumbs across your hips, which was surprisingly ticklish.

“In your drEAms!” you managed to screech out defiantly.

“I don’t know how I have missed this for so long! You’re even more ticklish than me!” His hands still continued to draw circles on your hips.

“Ohmygodshutup,” you threatened on one continuous breath.

“So are you going to tell me where it is or?” he trailed off.

“NO!” He brushed your hips just as you spoke.

“You did that on purPOSE!”

“Maybe,” he shrugged with a devilish smile on his face. You opened your mouth to talk again, but quickly thought better of it, and snapped it shut.

“So when were you planning on telling me you were ticklish?” he asked. His eyebrows raised as he expected a response, but you just shook your head. You weren’t going to play into his games.

He met your eyes, and held them as he clawed at your stomach. “Nnonoonononho! PETE!” you screamed.

“Are you ready to talk now?” he snickered.

“Yehehes!” you yelled.

His hands finally slowed to a stop, and you greedily sucked in breaths. “For the record I was never planning on telling you. It’s not my fault it took you this long to figure it out,” you announced confidently.

Peter’s eyebrows raised and he matched the dancing fireworks in your eyes. “What was that?” Your survival instincts told you to shut up, but the other part of you chose to ignore them.

“I said,” you leaned in closer. “It’s not my fault you were slow to figure it out.”

Peter’s mouth curled upward in pure joy. “Oh you’re so fucked,” he hissed. One hand latched onto your hip and the other harshly squeezed up and down your ribs.

“No, no, no, no nohohoh!” The feeling sent jolts through your body at the exact same time, your feet stomped uselessly at the floor. You opened your eyes for just a second, to see Peter delightfully watching the giggling mess he was making out of you.

After a few more squeezes you knew you had to give. “OKAY OKAY!” He momentarily stalled, but his hands didn’t move.

“It’s my neck,” you uttered.

“What about your neck?” he asked. His voice was so sweet, but what he was doing was anything but sweet.

Your face heated up beyond what you thought it could, and your eyes went wide.

“You can’t say it, can you?” he asked.

You pulled your lips in tightly, you were at least going to maintain some of your dignity.

He brought his devilish smirk somehow closer to your face. “Here we can sound it out. Tic-kle-ish. Tickle-ish. Ticklish. See, it's easy!”

You rolled your eyes, he was trying to drive you crazy, and it was working. “The neighborhood is going to lose their friendly spiderman as soon as you let me go.”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making threats.” He gestured to the webs on your hands, but then he did something that was entirely unexpected. His hands lightly scratched at your armpits. And you fully lost it. It was like nothing had ever tickled as much as it did in that moment.

“PETE WAIT!” you screamed.

“Your neck isn’t your worst spot is it?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.

“NO!”

Peter stopped suddenly. “So you lied to me?” He brought his fingers into your view to wave them menacingly at you, and his cute smile didn’t help.

“No, nononono. I didn’t lie to you, I just omitted that there was a worse spot,” you argued. Your ability to form a coherent thought was very minimal even though he wasn’t touching you.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m pretty sure that’s lying.”

“Okay, maybe, but also if you keep doing the finger thing at me I’m going to kill you,” you threatened.

“What? This?” He did it closer to your stomach, and you jumped a little to the side to avoid his hands.

Peter genuinely giggled at your reaction. “If you just admit that you’re adorable then I’ll unweb you,” he proposed.

Your face somehow heated up more. “Absolutely not.”

“Okay, then you have to admit you’re adorable and that you’re more ticklish than me.”

“That’s not better!” you groaned.

“And you have five seconds,” he smirked.

“5!”

“Why are you looking at your wrist?”

“4!”

“You don’t even have a watch on!”

“3!”

“Pete-THAT’S NOT ONE!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he said, sounding not very sorry at all. His fingers continued to rake up and down your armpits, and all you could do was stand there and take it.

“I forgot about your neck!” Peter suddenly yelled.

His hands stayed in your arms but his lips blew harshly on your neck. “PETE!”

Your body jerked so suddenly you felt the webs move a tiny bit.

“Wow you are ticklish there!” he said, delighted. He blew another one, and your laughter finally went silent.

“I GIVE!” you yelled.

Peter let you catch your breath for a second, as he watched your stomach rise and fall to a normal pace.

“I’m ador-” you had started. But he lightly pulled your chin up.

“Doesn’t count if you’re not looking at me,” he added.

“That’s not fair,” you whined.

Peter just smiled down at you.

“Fine,” you groaned. “I’m adorable and-” You glared up at him before taking a large breath of courage. “I’m more ticklish than spiderman.”

“Yes, you definitely are,” he agreed. He then went to pull his webs off of you with only a little bit of struggle, and you slunk to the floor.

Peter wordlessly picked you up bridal style and set you back on the couch. He handed you your coffee back, and you smiled in contentment.

He rested his head on the back of the couch, and you absentmindedly played with the frays of a pillow. For a moment, you had let yourself forget that you didn’t belong here. That this had been your world all along. That it had always been just you and Peter. But even you couldn’t exist like that for long.

“Hey, what were you going to say earlier about the day we met?” you remembered.

He waved it off. “Oh, it’s not important.”

“You sure?” you asked uncertaintly.

He moved so he was facing you.

He smiled softly. “I’m sure.” Your faces were so close that your foreheads could almost touch, and slowly, you both leaned in enough that your foreheads rested against each other. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you could feel his breath against your face.

But then the doorbell rang, and both of you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“I’ll get it,” Peter told you. And just like that, the moment had passed. Your heart evidently hadn’t gotten the message, it was still beating like you had run a marathon. A part of you doubted that you would ever get past this stage. But when you looked over at him, and saw him looking back at you, all of your doubts faded. Something between you was permanently connected, and he could feel it too.

...................................

You, Tom, Andrew and Tobey were all waiting to appear on The Graham Norton Show - a huge favourite of yours. Though, due to an accident happening in London, he was stuck in traffic and heavily delayed coming to the studio. 

“Right, I don’t know about you lot, but I fancy the switch!” Tom said ecstatically, getting up from his chair.. “Ooh they have Mario Kart!” 

“I’m game,” Tobey replied. Tom threw each of you a controller and returned to his chair. You all carefully picked your characters, Tom chose Luigi, Tobey chose Boo, Andrew chose Daisy and you…well…

“Why did you choose Link? He’s not even a Mario character!” Tom exclaimed. 

“He’s an awesome character though,” you shrugged. 

“And the brunette one too? Come on Y/N.” 

“What? Brunette Link is the best Link.” 

“And blonde Link is the Weakest Link,” Andrew said. You chuckled but Tom groaned. 

4 races later and you were very much in the lead. Tom was becoming a sore loser, Tobey had no idea what he was doing and Andrew spent most of the game driving way too sensibly. 

“Right, I’m gonna grab a drink. Anyone else want one?” You asked, they all politely declined. 

As soon as you got up to leave, Andrew laid across the sofa where you were sitting. He stretched out his long body to cover all areas. 

“Oi, move your arse,” you said, coming back into the room. 

“Never,” Andrew responded. 

You huffed as you placed your drink on the table. 

“Move.”

“No.”

“Fine.” 

You walked over to where he was lying and sat on top of him. He let out an “oof” as you got comfortable. 

“Was this necessary?” He asked

“Absolutely. You wouldn’t move from my seat so I sat on you,” you said, folding your arms. 

“You have got a very bony butt.” He said.

“And you’re bony all over, what’s your point?” 

“Are you going to move?” 

“Are you gonna get up from my seat?” 

“I will when you get off of me.” 

“I don’t believe that for a second.” 

“Alright missy, you got me there,” he said, running his hand up your side. You squeaked and he narrowed his eyes. 

“What was that?” 

“What was what?” 

“You squeaked..” 

“No I didn’t, must’ve been a mouse…” 

“No no, you squeaked…” he ran his fingers up your side again and you twisted, trying to block his fingers. 

“Y/N, we’ve worked together for months. How come I’m only finding this out now?” 

“You never asked.” 

He reached over and squeezed your side, eliciting a yelp from you. 

“Well now I know I don’t need to,” he teased, rapidly squeezing your side. You collapsed into giggles and tried to twist away from him. He giggled but retracted his hand. 

“Now that is adorable,” Tom piped up. You blushed. 

“Aw, look she’s gone all shy now,” Andrew teased. He smirked as he put his arms behind his head in victory. 

Without thinking, you seized the opportunity and lent forward to tickle his sides. His arms instantly slammed down as his adorable giggles poured out of him.

“Awww Andrew’s ticklish too!” Tobey cooed. 

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” 

“Now who’s embarrassed?” You teased, spidering your fingers up and down his sides and occasionally across his tummy. 

“Guhuhuys hehehelp mehehe!” He giggled, desperately trying to bat your hands away. 

“No chance,” Tobey replied, giggling along with him. 

Tom, however, snuck up behind you and tasered your sides. You shrieked and fell backwards. 

“Wahahait nohohot fahair!” You yelped as Tom rapidly squeezed your sides. You rolled over and fell off the sofa. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry darling, I couldn’t resist,” Tom laughed. 

“Ah gravity. Thou art a heartless bitch,” Andrew giggled.

“Shut your face.” 

“Or what?” 

You smirked and lunged at him, clawing at his tummy. He kicked his legs and squealed. 

“NOHOHO!” 

“Alright Y/N, stop torturing the poor boy,” Tobey said. 

“Absolutely not, he deserves it!” 

“So do you.” 

Before you even had time to register what Tobey had said, he wrestled you to the ground and straddled your waist. 

“Whoa whoa Tobey-NO!” You fell into a loud cackle as he pinned your arms above your head with one hand and wiggled his other fingers into your armpit. You flopped about like a fish below him, struggling to release your arms from his grip. 

“Andrew, come and get your revenge before she escapes,” Tobey called, still tickling your armpit. Andrew shot off of the sofa and knelt next to you. He manoeuvred his hands so he was tickling your tummy. You tried to kick your legs as much as possible. 

“GUHUHUYS NOHOHO!” You shrieked as you felt another pair of hands dance around your neck. 

“Oh dear, Y/N, what have you gotten yourself in for?” Tobey teased. He released your arms just so he could stick both his hands in your armpits. You couldn’t protect yourself anywhere else without making the armpit tickling worse so you just had to give in and kick your legs as much as possible. 

“Aww, poor Y/N, far too ticklish for her own good!” Andrew teased. He let one hand tickle your tummy and moved another down to squeeze just above your hips. It was torture. 

Tom’s hands left your neck but you didn’t see him sliding down to the other end of your body. Only when you felt a shoe being removed did you realise you were in trouble.

“TOHOHOHOM NOHOHO!” You cried, trying to kick your left foot out of his grip. He held on tightly and scribbled his fingers all over your socked sole. Your laughs turned to screams as Tobey picked up the pace of tickling your armpits and Andrew ran his fingers up and down your sides. 

“Apologise for torturing Andrew and we’ll stop,” Tobey said. You bellowed out a no. 

“Oh well, more revenge for me I guess,” Andrew lifted up your top and quickly blew a raspberry on your belly. This sent you into a silent laughter. 

“Cootchie cootchie coo Y/N…” Tobey teased, his hands now switching between your neck and your armpits. 

“You are so ticklish - you’re lucky we didn’t know this before or you would have been in real trouble!” Tom teased, his fingers now tickling both your feet simultaneously as he sat on your legs. 

“Imagine, we’d have gotten nothing done on set. Not with someone as ticklish as you walking around,” Andrew cooed. Your laughed dipped in and out of screams and silent laughter as your body fell weak. 

“Sorry to disrupt…whatever this is…but Graham has arrived so this is a 10 minute call,” the assistant said, blushing as she watched the boys torture you. They all stopped and turned to her. 

“Ah, saved by the bell. Thanks for letting us know,” Tom smiled, getting off of your legs. Tobey got off of your waist but you lay there, panting. 

“I think someone may need a touch up on hair and makeup…” Andrew said, gesturing at your messy hair and the mascara tears down your face. You sat up and slapped him but giggled. 

“Come with me Y/N, we’ll get you sorted,” the assistant said kindly. 

“You will all pay for this, you mark my words,” you warned as Tobey gave you a hand up.

“Oh is that so?” Andrew teased, tasering your side once more. “I think you’ll be the one watching your back from now on…” 

You narrowed your eyes at him and smirked before tickling his tummy. He jumped backwards and went to lunge for you but you had already run out of the room, giggling. 

"Well.. I think his accent is hilarious. Nothing against the British accent! But I love mocking his accent." A grin was planted on your lips, you know there will be people out there hating you for saying this. But you did not care about this that much.

"I've read a lot about the fact that he was a born American, but honestly- you can't tell me this man is American, he's clearly British."

Andrew watched this interview in amusement, grinning like a child at the screen of his mobile. You, in the meanwhile, sat across him on your set chair, reading your upcoming lines. You completely forgot about this interview, you didn't even think about it that Andrew could watch it. It's out on the internet, but you never thought he actually would watch it.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." His voice spoke up out of the silence, making you flinch at the sudden sound. Your eyebrows forming a confused look on your face. What was he talking about?

"Is this.. is this a line? Are we practicing?" Your eyes scanned the text, searching the words that escaped his mouth seconds ago.

"What- no." His facial expressions showing off a just as confused look now, cackling while leaning over a bit.

"Then why would you disappoint me?" A smile spreading on your lips while some soft giggles flew over them. Just when Andrew caught back his air, calming down from his laughing, he sat up straight again, looking at the screen of his phone.

"Well.." he cleared his throat more than dramatically, "that I'm American." He put on an American accent, but this made it just more hilarious for you.

"Oh my god.." you rubbed the bridge of your nose and chuckled softly, "Andrew."

"That's what people call me." He responded, grinning.

"You're clearly British, you can't change my mind on that." Your finger was pointed at the man sitting in front of you, replying his grin with one of your own.

"Are you challenging me right now?"

"Depends if you take this as one." You folded your arms above your chest, the script now resting on your thighs. If this was a good idea, to challenge Andrew Garfield, that's something you'll get to know later on.

~~~~~~~~~

The day was coming to an end and you were in your trailer, reading the lines for the scenes that are scheduled for tomorrow. You loved working on this movie, especially with Andrew. You mumbled your lines out, just for yourself, to remember them better, when a sudden knock on your door interrupted your session. Your eyes met the door which opened a bit, a head peeking through the little gap.

"Can I come in?" You closed the book, smiling softly at him while nodding your head.

"Yeah, i was just reading the script. I got some time for you."

He stepped in and closed the door behind him, making his way over to the couch you were sitting on.

"I wonder why you always sit in this boring trailer after the day, you could be sitting in your hotel room." He took a seat next to you.

"Call my trailer boring one more time, I dare you."

"You said that to mine and we have the exact same trailer." He argued, smiling with some of an attitude in his expression.

"Yeah but, it's yours, mine is definitely not boring."

He shook his head slightly, smiling to himself as he did. He knew you already that good to say that you love picking on him. Whether it's his accent or just him. It became a daily thing of you and he already knows how to get along with it.

"So, about the accent thing earlier-"

"I'm not even interested to talk about it." He cut you off, "just get off with the fact that I'm American"

You bit the inside of your cheek, cradling your hands into each other while looking at them.

"But I don't want to." Now you clearly challenged him. He hasn't told you yet what a mistake you'd done, he wanted to surprise you, to catch you off guard with his next move. He was hoping this would work, it always worked. A grin slowly build up on his lips while he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Oh? But what about..." he spoke soft and slowly, "I make you!" He eventually exclaimed, his hands flying out in front of him, approaching your body with a quick move. He launched his hands into your sides and knead into them, with a shriek you started to giggle in surprise.

"What a surprise." He grinned, "are you a bit ticklish huh?" You wiggled away from him and just when you thought you could escape him, his hands pulled your body back at your ankles.

"Jesus Christ.. never met someone as ticklish as you!" He placed his hands on your sides once again, "and I met a lot of people." With a wink he started to squeeze your sides again while your cheeks started to flush brightly red at his teasing. You felt every single finger of his sending fire through your nerves, making this situation much worse than it's already been.

"Ahahandrew!"

"Glad you still remember my name after all these weeks." His hands scribbled their way to the middle of your tummy whereupon you arched your back into the leather of the couch, desperately trying to escape his scribbling fingers. It didn’t surprise you that his hand followed the direction your body went, whether you squirmed from side to side or sucked your tummy in, he always was touching your skin in a way.

“I will stop if you accept that I’m not British.”

“Buhuhut youhur ahaccent!” He sighed at your comment, still smiling at how much you were actually enjoying this.

“So it’s my accent that’s convincing you?” He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, his fingers stopped dancing on your body, “will my American accent change your mind or will the tickle monster do?” He spoke with an American accent, making you giggle softly while your cheeks heated up once again. Only the word ‘tickle’ sends butterflies into your stomach.

“You live in the UK!” The way he grinned at you, sucking the inside of his cheek, not even saying a single word. This made you realize how screwed you are now.

“Good, that there are a lot more spots I haven’t tested out yet!” Your eyes widened, your protests didn’t have a chance to leave your mouth and his hands mercilessly squeezed your hips, sending you into hysterics. This spot was one of your sensitive ones, you already forgot about it but he made you remember it. Your hips buckle up as a squeal escaped your lungs, making him wheeze.

“Thihis is awesome!” Excitement build up in his voice, “found the spot right away!”

“MYHY GAHAHAWD STAHAP!” You begged, trashing around on the couch as best as you could to get his tormenting hands off.

“Say I’m American.” He had no mercy.

“NEHEVER!”

“Just say it! You want me to stop, so say it.” He wasn’t letting you go without you saying what he wants you to. So you shouted out the words he wanted to hear:

“YOHURE AHA- AHAMERIHICAN!”

“There we go!” He stopped. You said it. You said that he was American. If you ever going to mean it like you pretended, probably not. But at least the agony has stopped!

“Glad I was able to change your mind.” With a sweet smile he looked at you, “I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow again?” You rolled your eyes at him, rubbing off the tickly feeling on your body which was left over from his attack.

“Yeah..” you mumbled out.

"Good morning, troublemaker." Andrew, motivated as always, entered the set which was calmly quiet just a few seconds ago. Still, you couldn't hold back the smile which appeared on your lips, followed by your eyes rolling at his nickname for you.

"First of all, you're more of a troublemaker than I am, second of all, it's noon, Andrew." You snapped, your eyes darting back down to the screen of your device.

"I woke up around half an hour ago, so technically it's morning, innit?"

"Whatever."

Not only you became more frankly about your feelings such as in sadness, your cheekiness shines in its glamour ever since then. Of course, this wasn't something Andrew let undiscovered. On one hand, he was happy what he achieved by gaining your trust, on the other hand, sometimes he just wants to tape your mouth shut. However, he enjoyed seeing you in your usual being, more than you thought he would.

"I have a question, Andrew." You shut your phone off, resting it on your thigh when the coldness from the screen took over on your skin within seconds. You looked up at him, meeting not his eyes, but his side profile. He was kneeling down, making a loop in his shoelaces.

"And I have an answer, y/n." A grin formed on your lips.

"Do you like lasagna?" The smile, which was now planted on his lips, came as quick as the mumbled "shut up" from him.

"I was just asking! No need to be offended by this, grumpy." He pulled at the end of the shoelaces to tighten the loops and turned his face to you, his arm rested on his knee as he still was kneeling down. He had this look on his face, kind of a I-hate-you-look, his tongue licking his lower lip while a grin was spread on them. His left brow furrowed, like he couldn't believe the attitude you just put on.

"I understand the reference, and I don't appreciate it." Your lips were pressed together, holding in the giggles which bubbled up as an reaction to his dramatic comment.

"God you're one cheeky women.." he sighed, shaking his head with a smile, getting up on both of his feet again. Yes, you are, thanks to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day slowly got closer to the end, with the sun about to set, Andrew and you got ready for the last scene on today's schedule. Like everyday, it has been an exhausting day and the last scene always hits the most since almost every energy was being squeezed out of your bodies. You, however, felt different today. Maybe it was the coffee you'd drunken right before this scene, but maybe it was just because you feel a lot more energetic today.

"And.. cut! That was perfect." The director's shout, "see you both tomorrow!" He waved Andrew and you off, but instead of leaving to get out of the costume and take off your make up, Andrew chose to just lay down on the ground. Right there. Still on set.

With your hands on your hips, you looked down at the exhausted body of your co-star, starting to grin when suddenly an idea came straight into your mind.

"Hey Andrew..." you sang, kneeling down to the man's side, "I heard, if cats let you rub their tummy, they trust you..."

"What you mean?" He was clearly confused by your words, but you're about to change his confusion into realisation.

Your hands made their way to his tummy, scratching and scribbling over the fabric of his shirt. The sudden touch, which made him jolt, also brought up his knees to his chest, rolling away from the tingling feeling.

"Gahahawd!" He said through chuckles, managing somehow to get rid of your wiggling hands. You gasped.

"You don't trust me?!" Your voice went some octaves higher, grinning playfully. You're truly enjoying comparing him with Garfield the cat.

He growled and got up, slowly but menacingly, giving you a look that made your heart skip a beat.

"Wanna know something cats can do?" He smirked, "chase a tiny winy mouse."

Your eyes widened, your grin disappeared and turned into a nervous smile. This was your cue to run, and so you did, like your life depends on it.

With Andrew hot on your heels, you giggled nervously, looking back over your shoulder now and then to check how much of a jump ahead you were. He was chasing you down the whole set, even though he was pretty exhausted not a bit ago.

"Leheave me ahalone!" You stopped at the tent you always go in for a break, you decided to use the table, where all the food was usually placed on, as a barrier between Andrew and you. When he entered the tent, the only thing you were able to hear was the panting from the both of you.

"Think you.." he took a deep breath, "think you could get away that easily?" He placed his hands on the table, being on the opposite of you, you weren't as scared of him anymore since the wood was there, giving you a little protection.

"Actually.. yeah. Yeah I did." Andrew sucked the inside of his cheek, letting out a soft chuckle before narrowing his eyes at you. He suddenly flinched to the left, making you do the same, thinking he's going for another round of pursuit. Not loosing the eye contact to you, he now flinched to his right, you copying his movement again.

"Oh c'mon" you rolled your eyes, "what is this? I know Garfield's much better in chasing- SHIT." This time, he didn't trick you when he flinched to the left again. He ran around the table and grabbed your arm, frantic yet carefully pulling you back towards his chest.

"Now what a potty mouth you have." His arm wrapped around your stomach, he lifted you off the ground, swinging you from side to side while he left the tent heading to his trailer.

"Do you know this sweet, annoying grey cat Nermal?" He asked, already knowing the answer, "you do give off these vibes."

"Oh shut up, will ya. This was just luck, you would have never gotten me." You growled, folding your arms.

"You're just pointing my prove, bubs." When he opened the door of his trailer, he immediately stepped towards the couch, throwing you on the leather and taking a seat next to your thighs.

"And why exactly did you bring me here?" you sassed, making him smile.

"Now what an attitude!" He quipped, turning his upper body to you, "to test out if you trust me, Nermal." Your eyebrow shot up in confusion, it took you a bit until you realized what he meant by that, but before you even could say anything, he had launched his hands into your tummy, making you shriek. He chuckled at your reaction, sticking out his tongue just a bit, but already enough to tell that he enjoyed this already.

You arched your back into the leather couch, frantically grabbing his wrists as an attempt to pull them off of your sensitive tummy, but as weak as you were, you couldn't do it. You laid there, giggling your heart out as Andrew watched you endearingly.

"Not so tough anymore now, are we?" His hands switched to your sides, kneading his fingers into the flesh and making you trash next to him. Rolling from your left side to your right, but for some reasons you weren't able to get rid of him.

"SHUHUT IHIT!"

"Wow.." he played offended, "you really are asking for it today, huh?" He shook his head slightly, slowing down his attack on you. As your giggles decreased into a softer and sweeter sound, he had to smile at you, letting out a giggle himself.

"GOSH you're adorable!" He boomed whereupon you let out a whine throughout your giggles, covering your face as you felt your cheeks heat up. Andrew tilted his head at you, he knew you were flustered and that you were covering your face because of that exact reason. So scribbling his nails along the sides of your ribs was the most obvious thing he could do to get your hands back down.

"You seem quite a bit amused. What a shame you're not telling me what's so funny!" He was right. Your hands slammed down to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your ribs. Unfortunately for you, he immediately found a new spot to attack. His thumbs found their way to your hipbones, drilling next to it whilst his other eight fingers merciless scratched at your sides.

"AHANDREW!"

"I'm right here, you don't have to shout my name." He joked with a chuckle. You screeched and grabbed his wrists, pushing at them once again. Your back arched, your legs wiggled, making your feet stomp onto the couch as a protest. This wasn't something you specifically hate, but also not something you absolutely loved. Especially not while you were being tortured like that!

"Are you done being a sassy girl, bub?"

"YE-YEHES!" Your shirt started to slightly rise up, exposing your bare tummy. Andrew, of course, noticed how your tummy was smiling at him like he did.

"Are you sure? Because I am not entirely sure.." his drilling and scratching stopped slowly, just as your loud giggles did. They slowly decreased and gave you an opportunity to start catching some oxygen again. In the meanwhile, Andrew had bend down to your skin, ready to blow a massive raspberry as the grande finale.

"Yehes.. yehes I aham SUHUHURE! EEEK!" When he planted the raspberry, a scream followed by belly laughter flew out of the deepest corner of your lungs. Andrew couldn't do other but start chuckling at your reaction, this was the best way to end a shooting day for him.

"I just couldn't resist!" He sat up, pulling down your shirt again as he rubbed your tummy to get rid off the ghost tickles which were left on your skin.

"If you don't sleep good tonight, I don't know what else could possibly make you more tired than that." He stopped the rubbing and looked at you, "now, I suggest we both better go change into something more comfortable and get rid of these clothes.." he pulled at the shirt he wore throughout the day, his costume.

"Yeah, you look hilarious and terrible in it anyway." His head moved to you quick.

"Why didn't you ask for another round?" Your eyes widened and you jumped off the couch, smiling and giggling nervously.

„I'm sorry, I'm done messing with you!" You walked to the door and opened it, turning to him one last time.

"Thank you, Andrew. Have a good night." Your smile softly, citing the tone of your voice as you spoke.