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hi @kityalea-ticklish !! i’m your secret santa for squealing santa this year! i’m so so sorry that this is a little late! i struggled with trying to come up with something good, but i hope you enjoy this. happy holidays! xoxo

warning: contains profanity, because Bucky and Steve were in the army and they like to taunt each other.

Bruce, Tony, Natasha, and Clint were relaxing in the living room on the communal floor of the Avengers tower, each of them doing their own activities. Natasha and Bruce had been reading, Tony was working on blueprints, and Clint was watching whatever shitty reality TV was on. The calm atmosphere didn’t last for long, as none other than Captain America burst through the door full speed and vaulted over the couch.

Immediately, all four avengers in the room sprung to their feet, guns and bows were pulled out from god knows where, and aimed towards the door. Then they heard another set of footsteps bounding down the hallway, accompanied by a shout.

"I'm gonna kill you, Rogers!!"

Steve ran into the next room over, trying to hide. Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Tony all dropped their weapons; false alarm. It was just Bucky, The Winter Soldier, chasing Steve. Again.

Bucky burst through the doorway, and Clint pointed in the direction Steve had run in. Bucky gave him a quick salute and bolted away. Moments later, a loud shriek followed by protests told them that he had found Steve. Bucky came through the door backwards, dragging Steve by the arms. Steve was kicking and thrashing, trying to get away. Bucky dropped his best friend on the living room floor and pinned him down.

“Steve would you like to tell our friends here what you said to me a few minutes ago?” Bucky inquired.

“What was it you called me? A “sour old timer”?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed hearing the phrase again.

“It’s not like I’m wrong, old man.” He returned, a smirk on his face.

“That’s it. Now you’re asking for it.” Bucky playfully snarled. Pinning Steve down with his human arm, he snaked the fingers of his metal hand underneath Steve’s shirt, ghosting them over his bare skin.

Steve yelped and started squirming, stubborn laughter stumbling out of his mouth.

“Cohohold!!! Buhucky! Thahat’s not whahat I meheant!” He protested.

Bucky put more pressure behind his touch, knowing exactly where to poke and prod to make his best friend fall apart. Steve's protests were lost in a sea of hysterical laughter as Bucky dug his metal fingers into Steve's stomach.

“BUHUHCKEHEHEHE!!!!!” Steve shrieked. His head was thrown back on to the floor, his smile wide and his laughter filling the room to the brim.

“Have something to say to me now, bastard?” Bucky tried to taunt him, but he couldn’t keep the stupid grin off of his face while listening to Steve’s ridiculous laughter.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!!!” Steve yelled through his laughter, defiant as ever.

Bucky shook his head with a laugh. “Ohoho, now you’re really gonna get it you son of a bitch!”

The other avengers watched on in amusement. These playful disputes were not uncommon between the two soldiers. Most people would think that Steve Rogers would be a calm, reserved man, when in fact he was quite the troublemaker and loved nothing more than messing with Bucky. They were army boys after all.

After a few more minutes of empty threats behind hurled between them and Steve laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes, Natasha called over to them from her spot on the couch.

“Don’t kill him, Buck.”

Bucky took that as his cue to give Steve a breather, and he stood up off of him. Steve laid on the floor, breathless and red in the face. Bucky offered him a hand and helped him stand up. He playfully ruffled Steve’s hair with a smile and turned to go sit on the couch with the rest of the Avengers. Steve has a devilish smile on his face, and smacked Bucky on the back of the head. Laughing, Steve bolted out the door with Bucky yelling and not far behind him.

(Song of Achilles)

This is my squealing santa fic for @ticklygiggles, I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing it. Feliz Navidad & happy holidays!! 🎄

[takes place on the island/ heaven-like place that they both end up on in the end, don’t yell @ me ok it has been a hot minute since I’ve read this book]

Had he known, Patroclus would’ve greeted Achilles by lunging at him with tickles. But he didn’t know this world was different from the last in that way. He didn’t even think about the fact that their physical old selves were washed away.

Until provoked, of course.

Achilles had used it against him more times than he cared to count. Patroclus teased Achilles for being shorter? Achilles tickled him. Patroclus won a contest between the two? Achilles tickled him. Once, they’d been swimming and Achilles had swam under and grabbed and tickled Patroclus’s bare feet, causing Patroclus to nearly knock him out. Patroclus had never thought to retaliate, given the fact that the one time he did, Achilles didn’t laugh and only tickled him twice as much.

They spent their days in complete peace. There had never been harmony quite so perfect, Patroclus thought to himself as he sat on the shore, hardly letting the waves touch him but watching Achilles fling himself into the blue water, time and time again, like a five year old would.

“You said you’d come in by now!!” Yelled Achilles, annoyed at Patroclus’s stillness.

“Just ten more minutes,” he replied. When he saw Achilles begin to walk towards him with a familiar and unwelcome smirk on his face, he was up in no time.

“Seriously- just ten more minutes-“

“You said that twenty minutes ago, your time is up,” Achilles said, trying to be angry but sounding amused. “The water’s lovely, really- come on, give me a hug!” He reached out and Patroclus backed away, already planning his route of escape.

“Come on, won’t you give me a hug? You barely let go after the first time you saw me here-“ Achilles couldn’t help a smile at the memory and he reached out his hands, causing Patroclus to slip over into the sand. He scrambled up, but was quickly brought down by a wet hand on his leg. The two tumbled over for a second or so before Achilles landed on top, as always.

“Y-you’re freezing!!” Patroclus nearly squealed as he felt the cold water drip on to him.

“I was just thinking the same thing, thank you!” Achilles laughed as he slid his hands under the thin cotton of Patroclus’s shirt, causing a jump and yelp from him. Patroclus tried to shove him off.

“I’m just trying to warm up, please, have some respect,” Achilles glared at him as he began wiggling his fingers over Patroclus’s stomach. He jumped up as if being shocked, and let out a loud laugh before a string of giggles. It had been a while.

“A-AchilleS!” He ended on a scream as Achilles tasered his underarms, his pushing back becoming even more unsuccessful. As an attempt to stop him, Patroclus reached up and squeezed his side. Achilles let out a bark sound, and immediately stopped the tickling before looking at his own body curiously, then back at Patroclus.

“Oh, this is long overdue.”

“Patroclus, hang on, what was t-“ but he never finished what he was to say, for Patroclus used every bit of strength he had left and promptly flipped Achilles so he was now straddling him. “What- this has never happened-“

“Then this might feel weird. But revenge is so sweet,” Patroclus grinned ear to ear and began. He squeezed his sides, earning a scream and burst of laughter like he’d never heard before.

“T-that’s enough!! Oh, y-you’re so d DEAD!” Achilles practically squealed the last part as Patroclus tickled his ribs.

“You’d sound a lot more threatening if your words were coherent,” Patroclus teased him and laughed at his bewildered and giggly face.

“P-PAT-“ Achilles yelled as Patroclus squeezed his knees. As much as he was protesting verbally, Achilles wasn’t doing anything with his hands to get away. They were really just laying there. Patroclus noted this.

“Ok- PA- HAH!” Achilles tossed and turned as he felt Patroclus’s hands on his ankle. His laughter went silent after a few squeezes, so Patroclus stopped to look at him. His face was tinted pink and his eyes were shut. He opened them just in time to see the kiss Patroclus bent down to give him, and quickly reciprocated, even with his lack of breath. Patroclus, in this process, took his hands and slid them under his neck, softly feathering them along his sandy neck. Achilles squirmed and giggled into the kiss, not too upset to get a taste of his own medicine.

Assignments should be out by tonight so stay tuned for that!