#to the point where she laughs at things that used to annoy her or ribs him back

[arttheclown]

twicord isn’t a bad ship people are just mean ):

#sid speaks #horseposting #i will probably post a discord (the app not the character) screencap where i articulate this better #but after watching all discord’s eps in a row i’m like how can anyone come away from this thinking they don’t care about each other #that progression and development hasn’t happened for BOTH of them #no you don’t have to interpret their dynamic as romantic but to say it’s irrelevant to the characters is just fucking stupid #and refusing to see what’s on the screen #i COULD put on my shipping goggles and suggest why i feel discord might harbour romantic feelings for twi while i strongly believe flutters #is just a good friend #but that might be swinging a bat at the hornet’s nest LOL. we’ll see #the amount of people i see online saying twicord ‘doesn’t make sense’ or ‘are incompatible’ make me sigh so deeply though #like did we watch the same show at all. idk maybe when you watch all their eps in a row like i just did #specifically HIS episodes #it hits different! idk #‘twilight can’t stand his was’ no sometimes she can’t and who can blame her. he’s annoying and destructive #but he’s still her FRIEND and you can SEE him growing on her #to the point where she laughs at things that used to annoy her or ribs him back #like… let’s not pretend that doesn’t happen. or that discord doesn’t end up being correct to present her with challenges sometimes #by the end his intentions are good! he’s just an idiot

[strangerstilinski]

𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

word count: 2.5k warnings: none really, fluffy ending, steve is kind of a dick, mention of alcohol, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if i missed anything) based on that scene in tasm where peter spins gwen around to kiss her — with just a dash of enemies to lovers

It should go without saying that Steve Harrington is the bane of your goddamned existence. If the two of you aren't at each other's throats, it typically just means that you're both doing your best to pretend the other doesn't even exist.

And, sure, maybe it drives you a little bit insane that he seems to get along just fine with every person in your friend group except for you. It was like you pushed buttons that Steve wasn't even aware he had.

Nancy finds the whole thing amusing, says that Steve's clearly so in love with you that he doesn't know how to handle it. Eddie swears that Steve looks at you with hearts in his eyes, though any time you've caught his stare those ‘hearts’ tended to look a whole lot more like daggers. Argyle and Robin both insist that love and hate tread a very thin line, and eventually, a little push will have the two of you stumbling head over heels into each other's waiting arms. Johnathan tends to stay out of it, but then, he doesn't really need to say anything, because you've seen that look he gives you when he catches you looking a little too long at the moles dotted along the length of Steve's throat, or that stubborn lock of hair that tumbles over his brow bone, or the way his tongue pokes out and his eyes narrow cutely when he's concentrating-

You hate it. You hate Steve. Even now, you swear you hate him, regardless of the way you shamelessly ogle the curve of his bicep when he reaches across the back of the sofa to drape his arm loosely behind Robin's shoulders. You've accepted it. At this point, allowing yourself to admire his stupidly handsome physique was merely reparations for being forced to put up with him on a near-daily basis. Compensation for the never-ending bad attitude that he seemed to direct solely at you.

“Does anyone hear that?” Steve's voice speaks louder than your own suddenly, effectively cutting you off even though you'd been in the middle of a sentence. His eyes meet yours for just a brief second before his gaze is moving elsewhere, “It’s like, this annoying buzzing sound?” He's sitting up a little straighter following his interruption, brows drawing together like he's listening intently for something.

His sudden line of questioning has thoroughly derailed your train of thought. The longwinded story you'd been regaling to the group about a customer at work is cut short, the words dissolving on your tongue as your try to work out what on earth Steve is referring to. Until his interruption, you hadn't heard anything.

“What are you even talking abou-”

“There!” He cuts you off once more, “There it is again! Did you hear that, Robs?” The fingers he nudges into his best friend's ribs makes her squirm away with a deep laugh.

“Are you seriously implying that I'm the-”

“God, you are hearing that, right?” Steve interrupts with an irritatingly pleased grin on his face, “Like nails on a chalkboard-”

Though Robin's laughter isn't actually directed at you, your face burns hotly anyway. A pity-filled smile graces her lips when she meets your gaze after escaping the wrath of Steve's tickling, and the boy's chuckles of amusement only serve to make you grind your teeth together in irritation.

“Real mature, dickhead.” You snap, snatching up the beer you'd set down on the coffee table when Eddie had actually asked you about your day a few minutes before. “I was in the middle of a story.”

“Yeah, no offense, honey, but I don't think any of us were that invested hearing you talk about the ‘big tip’ that some douchebag with a hand tattoo left you.” Steve grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “If your stories weren't so boring, maybe we wouldn't all be sitting here hoping for a hole in the earth to open up under us just so we don't have to keep listening to-”

“Steve, c'mon man-” Eddie tries, though his voice is drowned out by your own.

“Jesus, do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” You snap in Steve's direction.

“I'm just saying,” Steve shrugged, “Probably the only reason he left such a big tip was because pulled the wrong bill out of his wallet. It sure as hell wasn't 'cause of your shining personality.”

“What, and just 'cause you're a jackass that means no man could ever possibly find me appealing?” You bite back.

“Yeah, well, your pretty face doesn't quite make up for your constant need for attention.”

“My need for attention?” You scoff incredilously, beer slamming back down onto the tabletop in front of you as the rest of your friends seem to fade even further into the background. “You're the one who can't stand when the focus is on me for ten fucking seconds.”

“Well I don't care if some prick hit on you at work-” Steve argues, “So, I guess, if that makes me an asshole-”

“It does, as a matter of fact,” You interrupt easily, “Because I'm constantly listening to you whine about your conquest of the week, and I'm able to do so without acting like a fucking-”

“Careful,” Steve hums, cocky little smirk reemerging on his lips, “You're sounding a little jealous, there, honey.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“'S my house,” He returns just as quickly, “How 'bout you fuck off.”

The blood in your veins is full of fire. Your face is burning with rage and your eyes prickle traitorously with frustrated tears, because that customer from your story? That was the highlight of your day, because the rest of it had been a fucking disaster.

You'd slipped on freshly mopped floors and dropped an entire table's drink orders. You'd been forced to finish your shift with sticky, soda pop-soaked socks squelching wetly in your shoes with every step. Your boss had given you shit, even though it was one of your coworkers who had failed to put out the wet floor sign in the first place. You'd burned yourself on a hotplate, twice. And then, after all that, you'd had no choice but to take an ice-cold shower before heading over to Steve's house, because the hot water heater in your decrepit apartment building was apparently broken. Again.

“Y'know what? Fine.”

You're already rising to your feet, wiping the palms of your hands down your jeans to dry the lingering condensation from your beer. You blink furiously to push back the tears that had been pooling at your waterline, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of the turn in your evening.

“Wha-” Steve is watching you with something like concern in his eyes now, “Wh-Where're you goin'?”

“I'm leaving,” You announce, gaze steadfastly avoiding where Steve has removed his arm from around Robin's shoulders so he can sit at the edge of the couch, like he's planning to rise to his own feet at any moment. “I, um. I'll talk to you guys later.”

There are protests from everyone, but you don't bear them any mind. You're already turning on your heel and moving toward the entryway with hurried steps. The front door slams shut behind you before you've even gotten your jacket all the way on. You've still got one arm still struggling to find the hole of your sleeve when you hear the door swing back open behind you.

“Hey! Wait up.”

Steve's voice does make you slow where you've begun to move down the driveway, though you don't turn around. Your steps finally come to a stop when he calls out to you again.

“C'mon, honey wait, wait, wait-”

You blow out a frustrated breath as he finally catches up with you, your arms crossing over your chest like that might somehow put up a physical barrier between the two of you.

“I really don't want to do this with you, Harrington. Alright?” An air of defeat laces your words, one hand coming up to rub at the headache that’s begun to pulse between your brows, “Just.. Not tonight.”

You move to step around him and the heel of your boots click against the pavement once, twice. But then something hooks into the belt loop on your jeans and you're tugged back around. You lose your footing at the unexpected shift in momentum, knees wobbling unsteadily for just a moment before you're twirled back around to face him and then your palms are meeting a firm chest.

The adrenaline has your brain whiting out for just a moment, any and all thoughts screeching to a halt. There’s warmth seeping into your palms from beneath Steve’s tshirt. The racing of your own heart in your ears drowns out the distant sound of laughter and the opening trailers of a movie rental coming from inside. Your eyes are level with his chin, wide gaze locked on his lips as they quirk up at one corner with his gentle smirk. You’re still standing pigeon-toed between his own larger feet, a little off balance but held firmly in place by the wide hand splayed across your waist.

“I'm sorry.” Steve says quietly.

It’s only been a second or two since he dragged you back into his space, and to your surprise, his head dips, just a fraction. Steve brushes his nose against your own, a gentle stroke that sends butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. The cool mint clinging to his breath fans out over your face smelling of the gum he’s always chewing and smacking obnoxiously, but the scent this close is intoxicating. The hand he brings up to cradle your jaw is intoxicating. The loose flap of leather on his watch that tickles at the side of your throat. The way he’s leaning in-

The passion he kisses you with, from the moment your lips touch, is intoxicating. It's all-encompassing. You can’t think, and you’re not sure you’re even breathing, but his lips are moving in unhurried synchronization with your own. Your knees are weak. You’re gripping the material of his shirt in your fists just for something to hold onto, but Steve’s arm is curled tight around the curve in your spine now to hold you steady.

His tongue brushes against your lips, licking softly at the seam of your mouth like he's asking for permission. The desperate sound that crawls up your throat at just that quick brush of his tongue nestles in the depths of Steve's brain where he files it away for later. He hitches his arm even tighter at your waist, pulling your stomachs flush until your chest heaves against his own.

Your head is a little fuzzy when your lips separate long enough for you to take a breath, and you’re gasping comically in an effort to fill your lungs. Steve’s quiet chuckle meets your ears, his hand sliding back from your jaw to cup the back of your neck.

“You kissed me.” The words fall from your lips in a whisper of disbelief. Your eyes are still closed, lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks. You’re terrified if you open them even a crack, the entire scene will suddenly fade away around you like some kind of dream. The airy cadence of your voice is partially due to your surprise, but also thanks to the far-too-easy grace with which you've been spun and manhandled and swept entirely off your feet.

“I did,” Steve agrees just as quietly, “I did do that.”

His forehead meets your own as your eyes flutter open and he simply holds you there for a moment, nose dragging across your cheek before he presses another quick kiss to your lips. His head tilts, thumb stroking soft over the side of your throat before his mouth finds yours again, and again. These kisses are different — casual, tender, sweet and unhurried. Like he’s kissing you just because he can.

“You-” Is all you manage to get out before your words are silenced by his lips slotting between your own, but you carry on with barely a pause as you click apart once again, “Y'r still doing it.”

“Mhm.” He hums easily, the sound rumbling beneath your hands on his chest.

“Why-”

Kiss.

“Are you-”

Kiss.

“Kissing me?”

Steve’s breath mingles hotly with your own in the narrow breadth of space between your parted lips, “D’you want me to stop?”

“No. Hell no.”

And there's that perfect smile of his. Straight teeth make an appearance as his lips quirk up at the corner, a breathy spearmint scented laugh that sounds a little too relieved for the casual coolness that he's clearly trying to give off. His mouth opens like he's going to say something, but no words seem to come. Lips parted, throat bobbing as he swallows around the heavy silence weighing down his tongue.

He looks so pretty like this, you think. The light shining above your heads catches in his brown eyes, caramel sparking with flecks of gold and green that you've never noticed before, but you're sure you'll never be able to forget the sight of it now. You're still sharing breaths, faces so close that you can't avoid watching the way his full lashes blink at you dumbly. As if he isn't the one who spun you around and pulled you close and effortlessly gave you the best kiss of your entire life. As if, maybe, he didn't quite expect to make it this far, and now he's at a loss for how to proceed.

You release his shirt from your fist, the fabric crinkled and stretched with how tight you'd been gripping it, only to slide your hand up the back of his neck. The tip of his nose catches the bottom of your own, lips brushing faintly while your hand finds a new home in his hair. The soft strands tangle between your fingers when you give it a gentle tug and push up on your toes to draw yourself impossibly closer.

“If I'd known kissing you was all it took to shut you up, Harrington, I would've done it ages ago.” Your quip lacks its usual bite, but it breaks the silence between you, and it also seems to break Steve out of whatever spell he'd fallen under.

His tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he searches for an appropriate response, “Maybe we'll just have to keep kissing then.”

You find yourself swaying just a little on your feet at the way his eyes flick slow back and forth between your own, “Maybe we will.”

When his lips descend on your own again, it takes ages before he lets you back up for a decent breath of air, and even then he parts from you with obvious reluctance. You're both breathing heavy, lips a little swollen and shining wetly. Steve's expression has a warmth that you realize you've never actually seen directed at you before. Steve smiles at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and suddenly all you can think about is what Eddie has said a hundred times over.

It’s like there are hearts in his eyes.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve x you #steve x reader #*

[inkyray]

INKED

MATT STURNIOLO

a/n: this is my first oneshot and i deadass have no idea what im doing, go easy on me. im so used to writing full stories i kind of struggle with stand alone oneshots but yeah, i appreciate constructive criticism

3.6k words

warnings/content ahead: the bitch is getting tattooed yall, smut, p in v, brief fingering, degrading, hair pulling, the plot that leads up to the smut is longer than the smut itself ☠️

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You felt the prickly needle press ink in and out of your flesh, it spared small stings that you didn't exactly hate. Nick sat on his living room couch not far away from you, but still far enough to raise his voice a little so you could properly hear him. He had a good bond with the tattoo artist, and she didn't mind coming to his house to ink him up.

Nick sat with his short sleeve rolled above his shoulder, revealing a tattoo he had just got done with. His shoulder is sore and red, covered in a layer of antibiotic ointment and plastic wrap. Earlier today he had invited you over, since he knew how long you've been wanting a tattoo, and you had decided you know what, fuck it. You tagged along. You and Nick are close, he's one of your only best friends in LA, since it isn't really where you're originally from. You two would hang out any chance the other was free.

It often got annoying for his other brothers how much you were around, but they had caught a quick loving for you and found the place empty and weird when you weren't there, considering how much you were with Nick.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the silent void before it was interrupted by a TikTok Nick was watching on full volume, making you two laugh as the tattoo artist held down on your waist to keep you from messing her up. You were getting a tramp stamp tattoo on your lower back, your sweatpants folded right on where your underwear begins.

A few minutes pass of just buzzing, your stinging skin, loud TikToks, and the smell of antiseptic.

"We should make a TikTok." Nick announced after a while. You raise an eyebrow, "Now?" you wondered. Nick nods, taking the throw blanket from off of him and getting up. "I don't know Nick, kind of in the middle of getting a tattoo." You smiled up at him as he got closer. You were laying on your stomach, your body against the black leather chair wrapped in plastic, but your elbows kept the rest of your body that weren't your ribs, up, so you could use your phone.

"Oh please, you look hot as hell right now." He stood, chuckling. You rolled your eyes. "Nick. I'm in sweatpants and a tank." Nick looked at you from his phone, tapping a few things on there which you assumed had to do with TikTok. He quite literally sighed. "You are so unaware of yourself, girl."

You shrugged and blew him a kiss. "So TikTok or nah? I want to do, like a transition of our tattoos and us lip syncing to some shit song from the 2010's. I already made a draft of myself doing it before I got this bad boy." He points to his new splotchy tattoo of the bat on his shoulder. "Yeah, guess so. You're gonna have to film me in the midst of getting my tattoo, though. I didn't exactly record myself before this."

With the press of a time skip button, you guys filmed the TikTok, posted it, and Nick declared he was tired, going for a nap to his room. This wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be asleep with you here, you'd do it all the time when he was at your place, and either one of you guys eventually followed in the others footsteps, finishing whatever you were doing and going to lay beside them to sleep too.

The front door of the house opened, and you already knew it was Matt and Chris. They were running errands for their manager and Nick had decided to stay behind with you, since you were planning on getting tattoos together. Footsteps creep into the place and you wait for their reaction. They didn't exactly know you were also getting one, and they knew about your commitment issues with tattoos, so this was kind of a big deal.

Chris walks in first and doesn't even turn to look at you, assuming you were Nick getting tattooed. "You're still getting inked? How big is your bat supposed to be, Nick." He grabs a Pepsi from the fridge and pops it open. "Pretty big." You answered, your head resting on your palm as he turned to look at you, Matt following closely behind.

"Oh, shit."  Chris gulps down the Pepsi, walking over to you as he inspects the tattoo on your lower back. "How does it look?" You question as you see Matt stop in his tracks and come closer to get a better look at it. "Fucking sexy. Good job." He holds out his fist and you bump it, smiling at the comment.

You feel Matt's gaze linger too long on your skin as Chris goes back into the kitchen, making another comment about the tattoo you didn't quite catch. The stinging on your back now feels ice cold. "What do you think, Matt?" You wonder, turning your head slightly to look at him.

"Bold. For someone like you." He mutters, walking over to the kitchen to grab a root beer, maneuvering around Chris since he's constantly in his way. You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is Nick sleeping?" Chris asks, you nod, he quickly goes looking for him.

"What I mean is that it's a tattoo decision I would've never thought you'd pick." Matt says, looking at you from the kitchen as he sips from his drink. This could mean so many things and you found yourself getting confused. What? "Matt, I'm gonna need you to elaborate."

It wasn't a secret that you were the least closest with Matt. Everytime you'd try to do the things you'd do with Nick but with him, there'd be some sort of thick invisible fog in the air, making you hyper-aware of everything you're doing and saying. Your chest always felt too heavy around Matt and the tension it weighed on you was too much. It wasn't normal, and you were sure Matt could feel it too. You knew a lot of stuff about him, and he knew a lot about you, but there was something between you two keeping you from taking the extra step of declaring you guys close.

He lets his eye's dart everywhere in thought, putting together how he's going to explain it to you. "Mmmm," he mumbles, "...no." He decides as he begins to leave the room, stopping in his tracks before he fully leaves, peeking his head around the corner. "You look good though, what Chris said." And he leaves.

You are beyond confused, you turn your head toward the tattoo artist, who was sharing the same look on her face. She spared you a shrug.

-

It's been a few weeks and your tattoo is fully healed, you loved the way you felt with it. The urge to get a million more tattoos on you was strong, but you held back.

On the other hand, being around Matt had begun getting more unbearable by the day. When you two were left alone, there was nothing to talk about. You would shift uncomfortably and he would bring out his phone as a distraction, doing nothing significant on it other than switch between apps. You were too aware of the other and the air around you would increasingly thicken. You were sure if you tried, you could slice through it with a knife.

Right now, was one of those times. Matt in the driver's seat and you were in the middle back seat, Chris and Nick had gone inside a store to grab a few stuff.

You watched his fingers tap the steering wheel, his thumb patiently rubbing against it, studying the fact they were slender and long, trained by veins that went down his hands. They looked so perfect under the gleaming hour of the sun. His nails weren't painted, so his short nails naturally colored themselves pink with a small white hill on his thumb. You let your imagination run free. Touching the dip of your waist or massaging the inside of your thigh. His fingers curving themselves inside you…

His eyes darted at the rear mirror, catching you focused on his hands. It took you a second too long to realize that. You looked up at the mirror and found his blue eyes fixated on you, dark hair sitting across his forehead and strands messily on his eyes. Your heart gave you a loud thump and a punch in the face of flushing blood. You didn't look away from his eyes, but you could still see his thumb grazing against the steering wheel.

Your brain was empty of words. You had no idea what to say and you were sure neither did he, until he began to speak. "What ever happened to that tattoo?" He asked, still looking at you from the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows. It takes you a second until you realize he was talking about the tramp stamp you have. "It ran away." You answered blankly, because what kind of question was that supposed to be.

Matt sighed, looking out of the window, you watched him look outside as you calculated the messy hair that didn't seem too bad to pull on. "I mean, it never made an appearance again. No one ever saw it ever since you got it." He said. A small smile forms onto your mouth. "Some people have seen it." You mutter lightly, not bothering to look away from him as he goes back looking at you.

"Is that so?" He wasn't smiling, his face was processing a look of annoyance. You wink.

The car doors are pulled open and in one sudden movement, Chris comes in with a laugh and sits next to you, Nick follows closely behind, chuckling in that deep-voiced way he does after he made a joke he was proud of, and seating himself in the passenger seat. "Why are you sitting here?" Matt questions, not bothering to ask what they're laughing at. Chris takes out a Mento and offers you one, you reluctantly take it and let it sit in your mouth, wanting to suck the flavor out before you chew it.

Nick laughs even harder. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was sitting here. Chris, and you just let me?" Chris cackles, "It doesn't matter Nick, it's just the passenger seat." He puts an arm around you. "Plus I wanted to sit with her." He tells you specifically, looking at you as he begins to chew the Mento. "How I am honored." You sarcastically put a hand to your heart, not once taking your eyes off Matt. He was expressionless and began driving.

The conversation held on and turned into a different topic, you would make sly remarks here and there but for you, the entire ride home was hard. Matt would catch you staring at him, and when he had to turn the car back with his hand behind Nick's headrest, he would look at you longer than the road behind him. He didn't look really… pleased. Which had you amused.

He was upset that he wasn't one of the people who got to see your tattoo finished and healed, and you were catching onto that. The longer they'd drive, the more stern his expression would shift. He got progressively more and more irritated throughout the ride.

They make it home and Matt doesn't even give you a glance, he immediately heads to his bedroom and makes it known by his silence he'd like to be left alone. Okay, drama queen. You thought.

You had to go see what was up, it was just in you. After the conversation you two barely had and the eye content you held, which you were pretty sure was a hallucination you pulled out of your ass, you were curious to see just how riled up he was. Or you could get him.

Chris and Nick get a call from their manager saying she's outside, picking them up so she could explain to Nick something that had to do with their merch. Apparently she already spoke about it to Matt, so it'd just be Chris and Nick going to their studio warehouse to see, since that's where all their merch first goes.When they leave, your thought process changes in a matter of seconds. Seeing how upset he is, you want to see how hard you could push his buttons.

You approach his room and knock 3 times. No answer is received, you raise your fist to knock a second time, and by the first knock the door is pulled half open, revealing Matt looking down at you, expecting you. "What?" He asks, his eyelids drooping as he looks at you blankly. He changed into gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

"Can I come lay down next to you? I barely got any sleep last night." You lightly fluttered your lashes at him, holding your phone with both your hands. Matt stares at you, inspecting just how tired you looked. You looked fine, but he still opened the door wide enough for you to enter, not saying anything.

You lay on his silk bed sheets. Silk. What a slut. He sits in front of his computer, and boots open a game, not bothering to acknowledge you here. You don't like that. After leaving yourself alone with your thoughts for a while today, the least thing you wanted was to be ignored. Especially by him. Even if it meant annoying him, you just wanted to have some sort of contact with him. Either verbally or physically, you don't mind a single bit.

You clear your throat. "Thanks, Matty." He grimaces at the nickname, used to hearing his family say to him, but not from you. "My legs have been hurting all day." You say, cuddling into his pillows, stretching hard enough to arch your back. A real yawn escapes your lips.

"You don't work out, don't play that dumb shit with me." He says, turning his head to look at you for a moment, before turning back to look at his monitor. "Who said anything about working out?" You tell him. He stops, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be looking at.

"I don't know, I guess my tattoo really does magical wonders for me." A smile slips through your lips as you turn the other direction, your back facing him as your shirt exposes the tattoo, your pants hanging dangerously low on your hips.

You can't see him, but you hear him turn, and you feel yourself getting excited. "Why'd you get it?" He asks and you turn your head softly to look at him. His question was simple, but the expression on his face certainly wasn't. "Why does anybody really get a tramp stamp, Matty?" You respond to his question with another one, and he is giving you a look of impatience.

"Just fucking answer me right now, sweetheart." His voice isn't loud, but his anger is. He practically huffs and you feel yourself getting immensely more attracted to his aggressiveness. You turn your head back to the other side, leaving him unanswered as he burns holes in the back of hair, knowing that would tick him off.

You hear shuffling and then the bed dips, and your heart literally does skip a beat. You swallow your built up spit down your throat as Matt grasps your jaw and makes you look at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones immediately. "Don't look away from me, y/n. Why'd you get that fucking tattoo?" He held your jaw firmly. He was on the bed rooted on his knees, looking down at you as you laid on his pillows.

Your smile somehow got wider, flashing him your white teeth as you slowly parted them to answer. "So you could fuck me." Your eyes were staring intensely at him but in a lazy manner.

Matt's eyes narrowed, darting between your eyes and your mouth. "You fucking whore." He muttered, his lips pressing onto yours so much faster than you could say the word 'whore' itself. Your eyes screwed itself shut and took the opportunity as fast as you could, kissing him back harsher.

He let go of the kiss too quickly, which only frustrated you. "You got that tattooed for me, baby?" He wonders, his voice is hoarse and breathy. You nod so fast your hold almost fell off, and as embarrassing as it was, it was true.

You had only 1 body since before the tattoo, and you barely even counted it. Constantly being around Matt but not knowing how to go about it made you more desperate. He did something to you no one had ever done. Sometimes you would feel yourself pulsing for him, imagining your fingers as his.

The reason why you had even begun considering a tramp stamp is because of the sick fantasies that they held, using Matt as its lead.

Recently you got laid, and it was underwhelming and disappointing. Your legs actually hurted because you did a few squats the day prior, not because the sex was good.

"You fucking liar." He was smiling but nothing in his tone was friendly, his eyebrows were furrowed but his grin was undeniable. You licked his mouth and he pressed against your lips. "I wouldn't lie to you, Matty." You moan into the kiss, feeling his hand trail down your body and to your waist. A hand was on the dip of your waist and the other was holding your jaw secure.

Your heart was quite literally out of its body now, his soft hand trailing to feel your bare skin under your shirt, grazing just the hill of your bare chest, purposely not touching your nipples. In a sudden movement, he cups your breast and your whimper is muffled under the kiss.

He has his knees caging both sides of your thigh, pressing his knee into you. He smirks as you gasp.  "Lift your hips for me?" He pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. You look straight at his eyes as you lift them, making sure he holds eye contact. And he does. He does as he curls his fingers along the strap of your pants and shoves them off.

"Let me see it." He orders. You grin, raising an eyebrow. "That could go for a lot of stuff." He grabs the side of your underwear and lets go of it, having it snap against your skin. "The tattoo. I want to see it." His voice is more demanding, more gruffly. Your pussy was soaked.

"No." You tell him all with a sly smile, you liked him aggressive and didn't mind seeing how far he'd go. In a sudden movement, you are flipped to your stomach, your hair is being gripped by his hand, pulling your head up as you feel his fingers tracing your tattoo. His fingers were too light. Too soft on your skin, you felt your back arch as he decided to balance the softness with a harsh slap on your ass.

Some hair was loose, out of his grip, resting on your back. The rest are being pulled closer to him, you feel his hot breath whisper in your ear. "You slut." A smirk spreads on your face, biting your bottom lip close enough to leave it bleeding. "You talk a lot." You tell him. He forces your shirt from off of you, leaving you just in your black lace panties.

You're still on your stomach, your bare chest pressing against his silk sheets. Your underwear is slipped off of you. Two fingers found their way to your pussy, sensitivity rubbing against it, your back arching your ass into his hard dick. "Fuck me already, Matt." You moan, knowing he's only touching you to get you overstimulated. He ignores what you're saying, responding to what's going on in his mind. "You look so beautiful. Bending yourself for me on my bed, begging for my cock."

His fingers rub against your folds, flipping your stomach inside out, pressing against your clit and your moan comes out louder than intended. "So wet for me." He licks his lips. Just as you were about to push yourself against his fingers, he let go abruptly. A huff leaves your lips and you whine. "Sorry, baby, you need something?" He mocks. You give him a noise of annoyance in response.

He grabs your ass hard, and to your surprise, you feel his tip at your entrance. You immediately clench around it and you hear him moan. He shoves himself inside of you and you practically scream, your whimpering gets louder each thrust he makes in and out of you. "You feel that, slut? Is this what you wanted?" He groans, not bothering to stop. You answer by pushing yourself onto him, fucking yourself to him.

You pushed your lips into your mouth, loving the sound of his moans and whimpers. Your head was pressed against his pillow, and he went faster, tears started prickling your eyes, shutting them. Your noises were getting more intense and a knot began forming in your stomach.

"I'm.. oh fuck–" Before you could even finish what you were saying, you release. Matt slows down, every push in is longer and slippery with your liquid, your pussy tightens around him and he mutters a quick "fuck" and pulls out, cumming all over you.

You turn to look at him. He looked back at you. There were many times you thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but now, seeing your hair a mess and its baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your lips sore and red from his aggressive kisses bare on his bed, he thought he was looking at a goddess. You glare at him, noticing he's been staring at a few seconds too long. "What?"

"I think I might need to see that tattoo one more time."

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(idk how a tags list works)

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher owen sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolos #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt x y/n #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matthew bernard sturniolo #nicolas antonio sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo #fanfiction #matt sturniolo fanfic #oneshot #smut #idk

[loveemii]

PLEASE..

can you do an inosuke x reader where the reader is similar to him???!???

for ex:

she grew up in the mountains

she attracts animals/has exotic animals

dresses a little.. 😧

u get the point 😭😭

love u and ur work 💕

hey anon! i LOVE this request i can definitely see this lmao 😂 (p.s. you are so sweet and i love u too also thank you it means a lot to me💕) - enjoy :)

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y/n and inosuke are completely alike they both grew up in the mountains and have inhuman like behavior, while inosuke grew up with boars y/n grew up with many other animals. she lived in the rain forest most of her life so she was very exotic and definitely WILD.

when they first met inosuke obviously wanted to fight y/n and took her animal instincts into charge and agreed, while they fought inosuke used mostly low attacks since he was raised by boars and on the plus side for y/n she ended up winning since she had experienced life with other animals and not just one kind.

“H-how the hell did you win?!”

“Because I’m Y/n L/n Goddess of the Rainforest! And don’t you forget it!”

y/n had a similar laugh to inosuke except it was a little more high pitch later throughout inosuke grew a certain type of fond over her, and his second nature kicked in when he caught y/n changing into her night clothes while they stayed at the butterfly mansion.

when i say night clothes i mean a black lingerie dress, ever since he had been trying to catch that moment again and not in a crappy way although it did seem like it was since he was inosuke and didn’t really know abt that stuff.

in the morning when you woke up he was just looking at you but he was quiet, you got annoyed easily and got mad that he was being annoying but just looking at you.

“What the hell are you looking at? You obsessed with me or something?”

y/n spoke in annoyance, inosuke got pissed and he began to shout things that y/n wasn’t even listening to at this point.

“What the hell did you say?! I am not obsessed with you! YOU JUST LOOK SEXY! AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”

after he said that sexy part about y/n she ended up grabbing her pillow and throwing it really hard against inosuke’s face she then jumped on him and pushed the pillow down on his face after a while they stopped fighting.

one day as they walked through the woods for their next mission y/n sensed a Toucan and began to swing up into the trees looking for it, she made these Toucan noises and it gave her something she went back to inosuke who had this sour look on his face

“What the hell did you just do?”

“Got directions bastard.”

“From that thing? And who the hell are you calling bastard?!”

“You little-..!”

y/n punched inosuke’s ribs and they both heard some break inosuke then went on his arms and arched his back forwards facing y/n and kicked her head down to the ground.

they began to fight, once again..sigh

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hey! i really hope this is what your looking for anon (ToT) - please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes thank you :)

#demon slayer #kny inosuke #inosuke hashibira #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke x reader #kimetsu inosuke #inosuke headcanons #inosuke x you #inosuke imagines

[thebest-medicine]

Day 12: Bites / Nibbles

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Mighty Nein C2 - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of this] in which Yasha and Beau get some tasty revenge on Caleb [continued here] [read it all on AO3]

Words: 766

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“Hey Beau?” Yasha says from her perch above Caleb’s hips.

“Yeah?” Beau replies from over Caleb’s head.

“I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Oh, are you?”

“Yeah. In fact, I’ve been really craving ribs lately.” Caleb listens to the sound of his own frantic breathing, trying to gauge exactly where Yasha is. His skin begins to crawl. “And these look absolutely delicious.” 

“What?” Caleb cries with a gasp. “No no no no- Yasha dohon’t!” His struggling starts to really pick up, not that it does him any good pinned beneath Beau and Yasha. Caleb’s face and neck are flushed, his ears burning from all the teasing, but at least he is spared the extra embarrassment within his shirt. 

Yasha starts to move and Caleb makes a sound between a whine and a squeal, getting louder and more panicked the more he feels her leaning forward.

Beau is beaming, smug and satisfied, down at the lump of cloth that is Caleb below her. 

He’s babbling some semblance of a plea by the time he feels her warm breath against the skin of his lower ribs. “Nein!” He squeals, kicking harder behind her. 

Inevitably, the warmth is followed by the sensation of lips pressing against his lowest rib. He nearly chokes on the next squeal that starts to rip out of him- and then, oh fuck, teeth?

Yasha gently clips her teeth over his skin, lightly nibbling against the protruding bone. Caleb squirms and wriggles beneath her, only adding to the surface area of his sensitive skin that connects with teeth and lips. She moves up a rib, then another, taking her time nuzzling and biting at each. 

“D-Du wirst mihihihihich noch mahahaahaha- aha! Ha nein! - noch mal umbringen ahaha!”

Beau tries to discern what Caleb is saying beneath her, but he’s just babbling in Zemnian at this point. 

She chuckles and uses her hands to hold his arms just below the elbow, stretching him out further. As soon as she does, he shouts some things - Wischer, Arschloch, Hodenkobold - that certainly sound like unfriendly words in Zemnian at her. 

“What’s that?” She laughs. “Still haven’t learned any manners, huh?” 

Caleb finally gets in a full breath, relief washing over him when Yasha pulls away to look at Beau. “No, I don’t believe he has.” 

“Wait, wait- I’m sorry I- hehe’m sorryhehe- listen. I,” he hiccups, caving, “I don’t deheheheserve this.”

“Yeah? You don’t think so? Not after your annoying little fucking tickle spell?”

Caleb is tellingly silent.

“Yeah, and since we can’t do that,” Beau continues, shuddering for a fraction of a moment at the memory. “We have to get a little more physical, so, this is what you get.” She rearranges her hands until she’s just pushing down his elbows with her palms, but her fingers can reach into the shirt pile tucked up around Caleb’s head and trace against the sensitive skin on the undersides of his arms. Caleb squirms. “Yasha? Your lunch.” Beau laughs.

Yasha grins at her and lets out a silly, playful growl. “Om nom nom nom nom.” Caleb is squealing, kicking again before she touches him. She teases him as she dives back in to nip and tickle along his rib cage with her mouth. Her fingers come around to poke and pinch lightly at his sides, and Caleb’s squirming starts to pick up further. His wriggling grows more and more desperate as he shakes his head, twisted up in the disorienting pile of shirt he is wearing over his face. It’s not long before Caleb worries that he might snap his own spine in half, writhing and twisting uselessly beneath two dangerous ticklers as Yasha nibbles on and on and on. Beau’s fingers twitch and wriggle methodically on the sensitive undersides of his arms as Caleb laughs and shrieks beneath her.

They keep at him for a while longer until he starts hiccuping between laughs and Beau pulls down his shirt to check on him. She notices his face has grown to a dangerous shade of red. “Learned your lesson yet?” Beau offers. Yasha stops nibbling and rests her chin on Caleb’s chest, watching him curiously.

“Bitte, ja- yes. Hehehe-” Caleb caves.

“You gonna be fucking nice?”

“Are- are you hehehe going to be fucking nihihiice?” Caleb counters, earning himself a pinch to the ribs that makes him gasp and let out a little shriek. “Fine! Yes! Yes!”

Beauregard grins. “Say please.”

Caleb rolls his eyes before huffing out a breath and giving her the angriest glare he can manage while still smiling up at her from his shirt prison. “Please.”

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #ticklish!caleb #tickle fic #critickle role #fluff #tickling #lee!caleb #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #tickle bites #nibbling #yasha is so cute #her little om nom noms #critical role #mighty nein #c2 #mine #pinned #nibbles #bites #wizards with ticklish ribs are the bomb #this is a fact

[unchartedthelostlegacy]

"What's it like inside your head? Air raid sirens? You always look constipated, china."

Nadine was stretching her arm over her head, and gritted her teeth. Behind her, Chloe walked into the room, slipped by her, and flopped onto the bed.

"You're not funny."

"I can make fun of constipation," Chloe said with a laugh. "As a sufferer myself."

"Didn't need to know."

Nadine stepped over to the clock radio. It was on her bedside table, a dependable model she had used since...studying at a university in America?

It was some miracle it wasn't melted shrapnel by now.

"You don't...actually have air raid sirens going off in your head?" Chloe's voice was nervous.

Nadine clicked the power button. The energy of Ukhozi FM filled the silence.

Why exactly had she let this clown into her life again?

Chloe had to be reminded to help with weekly cleaning like she was a kid. She forgot to turn off water and lights sometimes. Nadine had exhaled through her teeth numerous times, remembering that people who grew up in different countries, countries where load shedding and saving resources wasn't as common, had different habits. And also didn't apparently clean the fucking bathroom ever.

But Chloe wasn't going to get away with the constant. mocking. commentary on her facial expressions. Nadine owned her face and she did what was natural to her with it. The angry black woman trope bullshit could go fuck itself.

"Why...don't you run over to the shops for bread for tomorrow, Frazer?"

Nadine finally sat, not looking behind her.

"Because you're mad at me," Chloe mumbled. "And you won't let me back in."

"You could just pick my locks and get back in. Don't be ridiculous."

"You're doing that deep breathing and jaw clenching thing, mate. I'm not stupid."

Yes you are were the words Nadine so badly wanted to say.

"Go on, the bakery's not far," she said instead, keeping her voice level.

Behind her, Chloe must have punched the mattress, or at least elbowed it, or maybe just thrown her back against it violently. She heard Chloe's sharp exhale of breath.

"I'll go in the morning. When it's actually fresh."

No she wouldn't. She'd forget.

Nadine took a deep breath (guilty as charged) and ran her fingertips under the openings of her socks. She always slept in socks. They went on right after she dried her feet after showering. Chloe had made some sort of stupid comment about that too.

"You...know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Chloe swallowed.

Nadine felt a hand against the small of her back.

"You could say 'you're annoying, Chloe, I need some quiet time by myself'. Instead of sending me off on some bollocks errand. Use your fucking words, mate."

"You wouldn't listen."

Nadine said it with a scoff. She pulled her legs, finally, into bed. She sat cross-legged and reached for the wireless earbuds in the drawer.

"I'm going to kill you in your sleep," Chloe whispered with venom.

"Ja? I'll kill you wide awake."

The hand on her back gripped into her T-shirt's fabric. "You really don't think I'm worth speaking to anymore, Nadine?"

"Nothing I say gets through that thick skull anyway," Nadine snapped, "Why bother?"

"Oh it's fucking--ON--"

Nadine felt the grapple around her neck. Oh no. Not both of Chloe's poorly defined arms. Scary. She slammed her elbow into where she knew Chloe's open armpit was and half-turned, flattening the woman into the sheets with her upper body.

"Don't go becoming a pro wrestler," she said into Chloe's red-angry cheek. "Horrible form, that."

"Did you--"

Chloe fell silent, and Nadine felt her ribs fill with a gasp. And then she, also, heard the telltale vibrating clatter of Chloe's phone.

The treasure hunter must have left it on the counter. Or on the bathroom sink. Or on top of the fucking fridge. Nobody left their phone in more baffling places than Chloe J. Frazer.

"Look at that, your boyfriend's calling," Nadine said, releasing her pressure-point grip. "Bet you never told him he looked angry."

Chloe slapped her across the face.

It was so quick. Nadine didn't know how Chloe had sat up that fast, or where the wind-up had come from, but clearly those arms were better defined than Nadine gave them credit for.

Because at least one of her ears was ringing and her cheek was Soviet nuclear submarine's core levels of hot.

As she blinked, holding the side of her face, Chloe's words on the phone in the kitchen blending together, Nadine took another deep breath.

She should have gone out for the bread herself. A walk did wonders when you were, yeah, okay, angry.

#chlodine #chloe frazer #nadine ross #uncharted #the lost legacy #uncharted: the lost legacy #fanfic #angst #established relationship #arguments

[starlightingsss]

mad woman (laxus x reader)

part TWOO ‼️‼️

my man so fine ong 🤭🤭

dialogue is not my strong suit yall.

as night fell, the other 4 started setting up their camp.

well not necessarily the other four , just the 3 that you wreaked havoc onto her guild, while the blonde sat and stared at her, a blank expression on his face.

she was a little lost on what to do or how she could help, until he seemed to snap out og his thoughts and walk over to her.

"shower." he instructed, handing her a towel.

"excuse me?" she snapped, indignantly.

"go take a shower." he repeated, irritated with her already.

"we're in the middle of nowhere!" she hissed, not appreciating his tone.

"theres a waterfall a few hundred feet to the left," he grunted, pointing in the direction as she took the towel and walked away.

after an hour or so, she returned.

"jeez! you took forever! even longer than me!" evergreen remarked, putting down the fish she was eating.

the other 3 just continued in their hushed conversation, as she sat with them by the fire.

they were all eating fish, and she was a little hungry too. but still a little too shy to ask, so instead, she stood up and walked around the clearing - looking for berries on some of the bushes.

"what are you doing?" laxus snapped, watching her walk around.

"looking for something to eat." she replied defensively, as she finally found some berries.

"in a bush?" he sneered, raising his eyebrows.

"berries." she snapped.

he scoffed before portioning some of his fish for her, as she picked from the bush.

they continued in their conversation, not paying much attention to the girl. before freed turned to her, and asked her, "where do you plan on sleeping?"

"in a tent..?" she said, confused.

"in which tent," freed said curtly, elaborating, "either with us or with laxus."

"how about you all stay together and i get a tent to myself?" she piped, not liking either of her options.

"now don't be like that," bickslow laughed, as his puppets mimicked.

laxus narrowed his eyes before deciding for her, "you'll just stay with me."

eventually they finished their meal, and evergreen returned, and they all retreated into their tents.

"do you snore?" she asked, as she watched laxus get ready for bed.

"do you snore?" he snapped in reply, annoyed with her question.

"is that a yes?" she asked, as he shrugged. uncontent with her answer, she grunted and laid down to sleep.

after a few hours, laxus was awoken by screaming.

he mumbled some curses, before lighting the lamp, and seeing her drenched in blood, with her ribs protruding from her chest, her back arching and hands clawing into the ground.

despite all of this, she was still sound asleep, and laxus didn't seem to know what to do except wake her.

once he recovered from his shock, he neared her, shaking her awake, as her eyes snapped open.

she gasped as she realized what had happened to her in her sleep, before 'fixing' it.

"i'm so sorry.. this just happens sometimes when things happen to me, it's totally nothing, im so sorry." she mumbled, to a shocked laxus, who just shook his head and told her it was fine.

after that night, they packed up their camp, and their track back to the guild was pretty short, even thought they ran into a vulcan or two.

as they re-entered the blososmimg town of magnolia, it seemed it was just in time for their annual harvest festival.

she had heard a lot about it, it was a nationally renowned event - people woukd travel from all over to see it, and to watch the fantasia parade.

there was also a kind of pageant taking place, miss fairy tail.

as they all walked, the green haired guy and laxus continued in whispered conversation, they appeared to be arguing in a way.

when they finished, they told "ever" something and she backtracked tappning y/n on her shoulder.

"you're going to join our guild." she proclaimed, not leaving room for argument.

"i'm already in a guild."

"well! you're going to join ours," bickslow cackled, "my babies love you already!"

"don't be so sure yet, makarov still needs to approve her." freed spurred, his voice still stern.

"that old geezer will let her in justttt fine," laxus snapped, "just in time for the miss fairy tail contest too!"

"excuse me?", i asked, insure exactly why he wanted me to be in the pageant.

"with that pretty face, you'll win that 500.000 jewel just fine, can't have you lounging around for free!" laxus thundered, wrapping his arm around the girl.

as they approached the guild hall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

laxus and the rest of them practically blew the door in, before storming their way into the guild hall, invoking a ton of whispers and stares.

"oh! laxus, you're back in town!" smiled a white haired girl, mirajane strauss - i recognized her from a few magazine covers.

laxus just scoffed in her direction, before making his way over to the guild master, who was sitting and just drinking.

"well?" the master asked, as laxus stood in front of him.

laxus tugged me in fromt of him, "she wants to join the guild."

the master seemed to sober at that moment, staring at the girl, taking in her face and her figure, "shes a mage?"

"of course shes a mage!" laxus snapped, "wouldn't bring in some weakling.."

"laxus, let me speak with her." the man instructed, as laxus scoffed and walked off, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

"so," makarov said, swinging his feet a bit, "what magic do you use, y/n?"

"is it really important?" i growled, coming off harsher than i should have.

"well it is a wizards guild!" he said, still jolly, "i don't sense any particular magic power from you.. but you might just be powerful enough to conceal it."

"bones. i control bones, they speak to me, i instruct them, they obey. every bone in your body, every bone in my body, every bone in the world." i replied briskly.

"no wonder laxus brought you over here.. is there anything else you can do?" the master continued, humming and swinging his legs on the bar.

"some shadow magick, some requip .. a bit of rune magick too."

"shadow magick? could you elaborate on that?" he murmured, seeming to be deeper in thought.

"i can merge with that shadows, sneak around." she munbled, "it's not really anything."

"well! you certainly are a mage.. a quite powerful one at that.. im glad to say, welcome to the guild, y/n!" makarov said, before announcing to the guild, "now you buffoons welcome our new member!"

"YEAHH!!!" yelled out a pink haired guy, before he launched himself at her, slamming her straight into the floor with a fire engulfed punch.

"OI! NATSU YOU MIGHTVE KILLED HER" the master exclaimed, in shock, before the girl got right back up.

"oi natsu! hands off my girl." thundered laxus from upstairs, who was now leaning over the balcony.

"OHOH A FIGHT!" natsu exclaimed, "happy!", as a flying blue cat lifted him, launching him at laxus as his fist was now again engulfed in fire. laxus struck him down mid air with lightning, as natsu laid on the floor knocked out, his cat next to him.

the girl just stumbled out of the rubble, as laxus made his way down stairs to meet her. his arm wrapped around her waist as they both exited the guild as quickly as they came.

#laxus x reader #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar oneshot #laxus #laxus dreyar #ft laxus #fairy tail laxus #laxus fluff

[wrencatte]

i accidentally started writing a follow up to the life in my veins is molten, which is not a fic I'd planned on writing a follow up to. I have so many other fics that need their follow ups.

People are arguing.

Jason ignores it in favor of luxuriating in this wonderful soft bed with the haze of good drugs fogging up the pain he still feels deep in his neck and feet and, well, everywhere. He wasn’t so out of his mind to forget about last night – and it was probably last night. The color of his closed eyelids tells him he’s next to a window and the sun is up, for the given meaning of ‘sunup’ when it comes to Gotham. He knows Tim and Stephanie came for him; he remembers using the last of his energy for that circle. He remembers staring up at Cass, half-believing what he was seeing.

So, he knows where he is. He knows he’s safe. Just like he knows the argument is happening between Dick and Babs. Just like he knows someone is in the room with him, quiet and small enough he’s pretty sure it’s Cassandra. Jason doesn’t want to move, so he doesn’t. He hears a door open and then a weight drapes over his legs, carefully avoiding his knee. Steph lets out a loud, dramatic sigh.

His hands ache when he lifts them to sign a shaky, “Get off” without opening his eyes. He drops them to his stomach, annoyed that doing that is enough to exhaust him.

Steph laughs. “Good morning to you too,” she says quietly, probably to keep the others from realizing he’s awake. She really is his favorite sometimes. “How you feeling?”

Jason wiggles his head in some form of a so-so gesture. He curls his hands into fists, his index fingers left extended, and points them at each other, bringing them together twice. “Hurt,” he admits.

Even with the drugs, he can feel the deep ache in the bottom of his feet, can feel pain sit heavily in his neck to press against his throat. His hand hurts more than he thought it would, and those memories are vague. It’s a blur of panicked hope and someone shouting as he finally tore free and scrambled for the first weapon he could find, hand curling around it tightly so no one could take it from him. Pain – pain and desperation and terror –

“Breathe.”

He hadn’t realized he wasn’t. Jason sucks in a sharp breath that hurts. Cass’s hand is in his hair. Steph hasn’t moved from her spot on his legs and it’s more of a comfort than it should be. He can feel her ribs press against his shin as her chest expands with each inhale. It’s probably uncomfortable for her, but it’s literally the best thing in the world right now. A living weight instead of the cold, impersonal pressure of that room.

#jason todd #magic jason todd #red hood #my writing

[ilikecrystalsanddirt]

Hello I must talk about Hobie Brown or I will actively die. I have been hyper focusing on this man since I saw ATSP. This is a collection of things that I’ve seen others pointed out or my own thoughts compiled into one big list. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

The scene where Pavi, Gwen and Miles chase Spot to the force field just before Hobie shows up gives us the basic premise of this technology. It is “impossible” to go through. Miles tries anyway and is struggling with it.

Absolutely no hesitation from Hobie as he blasts through the force field with a wave of sound and a kick.

He does a cool pose. What a nerd.

Hobie canonically knows how to get through the force fields, which makes a lot of sense for his character.

Him and Pavi have a v cute moment and he definitely gives big brother energy.

He immediately knows who Miles is by Universe, which is interesting, isn’t it?

Despite Miles showing obvious irritation/dislike for him, he gives him advice, but also ribs him. Huge big brother vibes to the spider band. Also confirms that he knows exactly how to dismantle the force field and then teaches Miles.

Goes against the dynamic of how every other spider person has introduced themselves.

“And I was bitten by a … wouldn’t you like to know?” >:) Hot

Refuses to show off secret identity which is weird right? He just said his name. Specifically, he doesn’t show his face until Spot isn’t close by. Is he worried about retaliation?

We learn he is an activist, an anarchist, hates the AM, hates the PM, hates labels.

I personally think that his rant about hero being a term used by “self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat” is targeted. Probably at Miguel who we later learn very much thinks of himself as the good guy.

This man has read Marx and that’s hot.

Him and Gwen are close and this annoys Miles. He brings it up casually and is very nonchalant about her leaving stuff at his place. I def think they are platonic. Specifically I think he’s queer and she’s like way too young for him.

“Are those my chucks?” “Heh.” SIBLING VIIIIIIBES also someone pointed out that specifically her shoes don’t change like his do and that they’re in her size which probably means he bought them and pretended to leave them out

Him saying he doesn’t believe in teams is interesting to me. He’s an anarchist. What do you mean he doesn’t believe in teams??? Nah nah I think this is much more specific. One of two possibilities I think. 1) Lost a lot of people and teams are scary. It means you care about someone and trust someone, and you could lose them. 2) He’s specifically taking about the Spider Society and/or another “team” that screwed him over/other people over. Juries still out, but it doesn’t make sense.

He hates consistency, yet he’s consistently funny? Doesn’t believe in comedy, yet he makes me laugh so much? Curious 🧐

He and Gwen are immediately going to pick Miles back up after the blast from Spot. Mans cares.

“I’ll do it, but not because you told me to.” DYING. STOOOOOP

Him and Gwen do the exact same technique to pull up the building which means more than likely he taught her that.

This man is wearing full skinny jeans, doc mhartins, leather vest and carrying a guitar. He is DEDICATED to the aesthetic.

Despite knowing that Pav is supposed to lose either the inspector or his Gwen, he immediately goes to help save her.

Does not scold or patronize Miles after he “messed up”. Encourages him and hypes him up.

“It’s a metaphor for capitalism.” 💀

“I don’t follow orders and neither does he.” Hobie is trying to persuade Miles not to go back to HQ. He already knows something will happen if he goes, but he follows anyway knowing.

“I was this cool the whole time.” YEAH YOU WERE!

“Bit much, innit?” Slowly building up negativity to the society. He knows how to talk people out of joining things like this.

GWENDY!!! Adorable and not being scolding

“How much have you told him? Bout his place in all of this.” Assessing the situation while Jessica is right in front of them and can most likely hear everything.

Also knows A LOT about what’s going on. That Miles is a key player, an anomaly. That he is someone who means a lot to his friend, Gwen, and that he matters in taking this place down.

“Maybe not enough.” Miles doesn’t even know about glitching, which means he’s coming from a place of ignorance to the whole thing.

“Apart from having a great name? Yeah it’s super cool and not creepy.” Planting the seed about this place whereas Gwen is downplaying the red flags.

“Bet this doesn’t even do anything.” Actively stealing from this place to build the watch more than likely, and is showing the security theatre of the place. Showing Miles that this place isn’t as high tech and air tight as one would think.

“Propaganda, bro! It’s to distract you from the truth.” His voice is so sincere here, and it’s for sure how he feels. But when Miles pushes back, he changes tactics.

“I ain’t got a Scooby Doo mate.” Yes he does. He knows something, or at least has theories. Also keeping it nonchalant and chill so as not to upset Miles, which would push him further into the Society.

“That’s what they want.” He is correct though. We’ve seen they keep things from people in the society if they think it will make things go smoother.

“Why do you want to be apart of this stuff?” Trying to figure out what he’s missing from home that would make him want to join this cult

“Make your own watch.” Not only does he believe Miles can do that himself, but he’s actively stealing parts to do just that.

The little roll he does and hanging off that thing 😍😳😩🥵 God he’s just so casually hot

“Bet you got a nice set up, nice parents.” Checking on his living situation, establishing if he has parents what kind of relationship he has with them.

The way he looks at Miles when he says he got in a fight with his parents is very telling. It’s like a seriously? kind of face. In the comics, he is an orphan which I think will carry over, so it makes sense he might be jealous.

“That’s a bloody shame. Cuz you’re not ready for everybody else.” He knows about the canon events and if Miles dad isn’t dead, he won’t want to join if he knows.

Trying to convince him not to join, and almost pitting his happy home life against the Spider Society. After that line it immediately cuts to Miguel which means he knows about Miguel’s hatred for him/intentions for him

Physically puts himself in Miles way to block him from going forward.

“The whole point of being Spider-Man is your independence. Being your own boss, you don’t need all this.” Trying to convince Miles right before they go in. He has a chance to run right now without all the chaos that will happen. He’s trying to give him a chance to run.

“Then why are you here?” “Looking out for my drummer is all.” He’s looking out for Gwen and for Miles. Putting himself in a place that allowed horrible stuff to happen to him and his friends. More stealing for the watch.

“Alright, squashed! But don’t enlist until you know what war you’re fighting.” Doesn’t want to test Miles or Gwen when they still have allegiance to this place. Giving him one last piece of advice so he continues to ask questions and not blindly trust.

Hobie is actively hiding in the shadows trying not to be noticed. Obviously knows Miguel is a threat.

He looks so anxious when Miguel speaks to Miles. Knows what’s to come and is ready to throw down. Possibly afraid of him.

Seems unphased when the box is thrown at Miles. Bad home life? Knows Miguel’s temper is bad?

Immediately eats the Empanada. Based.

The little wave he does. It’s so sarcastic and obviously making fun of him.

Puts his feet up on something, acting all cool and aloof.

“I’m ain’t even here. Or here.” He’s testing Miguel’s patience and having a blast doing so. Also he’s sneaking around looking at shit and being fairly open about it.

“The kids an anarchist.” V cute, loves how it pisses of Miguel

“Taking a crap on the establishment? I salute you.” She obviously knows him as she likes being picked up by him. V cute together. He’s great with kids.

Kind of fades in and out as the tension escalates.

“Yeah what of it?” Defensive much? Was once close with a cop. My personal head cannon is that something forced him to kill a cop and he’s embraced it. More than likely the fact that in his universe in the comics Venom is used on cops to make them stronger.

Reminds Miles how to break free when he is panicking.

THAT SMIIIIIIRK 😭😍😳

“Just for the record I quit.” Actively leaving the watch so no possibility of being tracked and in the middle of the commotion so nobody is paying attention.

Makes a watch for Gwen!!!!!! Also he makes it all punk which confirms that stuff from his universe stays punk after leaving, interesting.

Joins the Spider band!!! He def believes in teams.

Editing to add “You’re not helping.” “Good.” Like god he’s such a rebel and actively antagonizing the situation bc he knows where this is going. Thank you Robnicole for the note!

Also adding to point out that his Docs are laced with blue shoelaces which if you weren’t aware is a code in the punk community. Blue signified you’ve killed a cop.

#hobie brown #spiderman atsv #spider punk #Hobie is so hot aaaaaaaa #atsv hobie #atsv spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers

[koala-fluff]

Here we go! The second part! Just one more after... Hope you guys enjoy!

(Enid and Wednesday are my favorite characters and you can probably tell from this post...)

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✨ Wednesday Tickle Headcannons Part 2✨

Wednesday Addams

Lee Headcannons

Obviously, she denies being ticklish even if someone is tickling her

Doesn't change the fact that she is anyway

Is the most resilient out of the group

Will never laugh to something as childish as tickling

Shockingly, she is one of the more ticklish out of the group

Is just ticklish everywhere, but is so good at hiding it no one notices

Poking and light tickles do not effect her if she is expecting it

Will hold her breath and glare at her attacker if they try

It used to be that she would break her attacker's fingers when they tried

But now...

She kinda grabs their hands and pushes them away

(Enid probably effected her more than she thought)

Her initial laugh is quiet and breathy, almost inaudible

But if you get her good...

Her true laugh is this raspy cackle with a few squeaks thrown in

She will deny she squeaks, but that is a lie

There is a point on her ribs where if her attacker squeezes it, she will instantly crumple to the ground

After that, she will probably get up like nothing happened. She is a tough girl after all

Thing knows this spot, but has been sufficiently threatened to never reveal it

Thing also tickles her quite frequently without terrible punishment

Except her vengeance

The first person to figure out she was ticklish was Eugene, because of his defender bees

Teases do not work on her

But, compliments do

She is so used to people just insulting her, that getting an honest compliment puts her off

That combined with the vulnerability of being tickled just completely flusters her

In all honesty, she doesn't completely hate being tickled, as long as her attacker is someone she trusts

She kinda made herself touch starved and lonely, so obviously tickling is a great cure for that

Her worst spots are her ribs and her forearms

(also, Jenna Ortega has dimples, ergo, Wednesday has dimples. I have not been able to stop thinking about this fact so now I curse you all with it)

Ler Headcannons

If she intends to tickle you

RUN

This girl has learned all of the ways to properly torture someone, and that includes tickling

She is by far the worst Ler in the group

Every single time her friends have tried to tickle her, she just turns the tables

No one can hold their laughter if she's tickling them

Gentle is not in her vocabulary

She will go straight for the kill

And she will tickle her victim to tears

She will pin her victim down and go to town

Plus, she has Thing on her side

She never used tools. Using her own hands is more fun

She will find any reason to tickle her friends

Too loud? Wrecked

Too hyper? Wrecked

Too annoying? Wrecked

Looked at her weirdly? Wrecked

Interrupted her writing time? Double Wrecked

Does tease her victim with a straight face

"Are you ticklish here?"

"Bad spot? Noted."

"What if I do this?"

"You are really ticklish."

To add on to this evil Ler energy:

She loves to build anticipation

It's just another way to torture her victim

She will go days on end, reaching for their sides, whispering that they have a limited time left, wiggle her fingers from across the room, etc.

All with a completely straight face

Or a slight smirk if she's feeling especially wicked

She will do this until either they break, or she grows bored

At first, aftercare was not a thing for her

Until Enid talked to her about it

Now, she will get some water and wait next to her victim, occasionally asking if they're ok

✨Bonus Secret✨

If you think she will be completely straight faced while wrecking someone,

You are wrong

When her victim can't see her face,

She will smile

Not smirk, smile

A massive, bright smile

Of course, she will wipe it off her face as soon as they are done

But if you somehow open your eyes discreetly,

You will see a beautiful sight

Enid Sinclair

Lee Headcannons

THIS LITTLE, TICKLISH BEAN

(sorry)

Anyway

This girl is really ticklish

It's honestly a shock that no one found out about it sooner

She tries to deny that she is ticklish, but her bright pink face would say otherwise

Has barely no resilience to tickling

She can hold out for about thirty seconds before giggling like mad

Light and hard tickles are super effective

Sneaking up behind her and poking her back will make her jump ten feet into the air

Will bolt away giggling if someone says they'll tickle her

Any variation of the word 'tickle' will send her face aflame

Giggles if someone wiggles their fingers at her

She will grab onto her attacker's hands, but never push them away

Squirms

Her laugh is as bright and loud as her side of the room

Definitely snorts and squeals

The first people to figure out she was ticklish we're Wednesday and Thing

That was an... Interesting day for her

She %100 loves being tickled

I like to think werewolves are very physically affectionate and she was tickled all the time as a child

When she didn't wolf out at the right time, that stopped completely

Now, she has found that affection in her friends

Will deny that she likes it, but no one believes her

She's just too obviously happy to not enjoy it

Teases of any kind are the death of her

She will melt into a puddle of embarrassed giggles if someone teases her without tickling her

Calling her "cutie" will make her cover her face, even if she is being wrecked

Her worst spots are her stomach and her back

Also, her cheeks are ticklish

Ler Headcannons

If there is one thing she loves almost as much as being tickled, it's tickling her friends

If she finds out one of her friends is ticklish, her eyes will light up like the moon and she will immediately pounce on them

She will smile the entire time as she tickles someone

Is definitely super playful

Loves chasing them down

Is somehow good at teasing, despite her own weakness to it

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna getcha~!"

She is probably just very distracted

Still can't say 'tickle' when tickling someone

Will give raspberries to her victims

Also, claws

CLAWS

My goodness, her claws are deadly

Enjoys lightly tickling them along with wrecking

She gets so many adorable reactions when she tickles lightly

Will bring her victims somewhere comfortable when they're done and cuddle them

Such a cuddler

(I fluffing love her more than life itself)

Bianca Barclay

Lee Headcannons

Is only ticklish in a few spots

Won't deny her ticklishness

If someone asks, she'll answer honestly

Is the second hardest to tickle

Has a great resilience to it

Teases and wiggling fingers do not affect her

In other words, she is really hard to get

Is not ticklish on her sides, ribs, or stomach

People try and she will just shrug then grab them to dish out what they tried to serve

This makes people believe she isn't ticklish

Her laugh is very loud and high pitched

Cannot use her siren powers when she's laughing

Doesn't necessarily hate being tickled, it's just not something she thinks about frequently

Her palms, feet, and neck are her worst spots.

She is also ticklish on her knees, though they're not as bad

The point where her gills come out in the water is especially sensitive

The first person in the group to find out she was ticklish was actually Enid

Ler Headcannons

Only tickles people if they tickle her first or if someone recruits her to help

Will use her siren powers to keep her victim from running

Has used her siren powers to make them tickle someone else

Basically, she can be a menace with that power

Her nails are pretty deadly

Never tickles people for too long for retaliation

Not unless they ask...

If someone wants her help to tickle someone, she will go along with it

She knows they'd probably drag her into it anyway, so might as well get it over with

Will tease people in a bratty way

"Are you seriously this ticklish?"

"I'm not killing you, stop being so dramatic!"

"Not here? I mean, I kinda feel like staying here, so sucks for you."

Grows to like tickling people the more she hangs out with the others

Will help her victim to the kitchen when she's done and get them some snacks and water

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My goodness, Bianca's is so much shorter than the other two's... Whoops. Hope that's ok!

Part three will come out soon. (It is also the one I'm most excited about!)

May you guys be blessed with a good day/night and don't anger Wednesday into tickling you!

#ko writes tickle headcannons #tickle headcanons #sfw tickle community #Wednesday tickles

[argisthebulwark]

WIP Whenever feat. Arnbjorn & Vyrth

thank you my beloved @elfinismsarts for tagging me<3 <3 Here's a little snippet of what I've been working on in the background. It's unfinished and hasn't been edited quite yet, still very much a WIP :) Tagging some friends: @debaited @pav0-ocellus if u guys wanna share some bits of ur beautiful writing <3

Arnbjorn hated it when she looked at him like that. He hated her big eyes that bore straight into his soul and the annoyed wrinkle in her nose. Most of all he hated the smirk she always got when she caught him looking.  He swore that he detested the Listener. Arnbjorn tried to keep his distance from her but the Sanctuary was only so big. It was nice when she took contracts - he could breathe a little easier, only had one clown to worry about. Sometimes Cicero tagged along on her missions and Arnbjorn got a few days of peace and quiet. He could go about his work mending everyone’s weapons without her shrill voice intruding on his solitude.  Being around her raised too many questions. He’d decided long ago that it was easier to not think about them. Arnbjorn was comfortable in his life - wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Sleeping was the only time his mind tended to wander but he’d learned how to avoid thinking about the things that haunted him.  Despite his insistence, Arnbjorn couldn’t help but worry when she was gone for too long. The others didn’t seem too worried about her - ‘she’s fine. She’ll be back soon. She probably had other errands to take care of.’ If they weren’t concerned, why was he? Why did it worry him when the Listener didn’t return? Why did he want to see her? She always came back, of course. He had no clue how she was so effective as an assassin when she loudly announced her presence the moment she bounced through the door. She was always noisy - giggles echoing through the Sanctuary and regaling the new recruits with every gory detail of her contract. Arnbjorn kicked himself for lingering in the main hall for longer than necessary, nursing whatever meal he’d been eating just to hear her story.  He noticed that she never talked about why it took so long. She’d laugh it off or tell some joke - ‘I considered abandoning you lot but decided against it.’ ‘Had to restock on candles since assassins live underground these days.’ For some unknown reason he yearned to know where she went.  “Looks like it’s just the two of us.” The Listener sighed and Arnbjorn snapped out of his thoughts. He’d been so lost in his own head he hadn’t realized all the other members leaving, there was no one to buffer for him. No one to draw her attention away.  She dangled her glass between lazy fingers, a flush in her cheeks from the wine. Arnbjorn ignored her pointed look at his own unfinished food or the knowing smile on her face. It was too easy for her to get under his skin. She could do it with a single look. No one had ever bothered him so much before.  “You were gone a while.” Arnbjorn commented and willed her to look away. He noticed the dark bags under her eyes and fresh bandages lining her arm. She was exhausted. “You worried?” “Just making conversation.” “Maybe I have a secret life.” Her grin was predatory. Arnbjorn wanted to look away but refused to be the first to break eye contact. “I could have a whole family I never told anyone about.” “Sure, sure.” Arnbjorn began gathering his dishes, intent on leaving the room. He couldn’t talk to her this much, couldn’t stand being alone with her. “I could have a husband, maybe a couple kids.” That stopped him in his tracks.  What the fuck was happening to him? His heart was railing against his ribs so hard it hurt. Why was he angry? The thought of her having a family shouldn’t make him upset but gods help him, it did. Rage sent his blood boiling in his veins, face undeniably hot. It was exactly what she wanted.  “Would that bother you?” The Listener's head cocked, white hair spilling over her shoulder. Her eyes were locked on him. Arnbjorn cleared his throat and turned away, hoping it looked casual. “That’s your business.”

#skyrim #arnbjorn #writing #wip #thank u my friend!!! i appreciate the tag it made me use my brain #vyrth

[trrickytickle]

ICarly: Tickle Headcanons 🎥📺

I kid you not this song goes so hard

ok this feels SLIGHTLY offensive to write for some reason, but I enjoyed it a bunch, request for @tickle-beans

Carly Shay 🌐

As a ler: Her years of living together with Spencer have made her a professional ler. She's mastered quite a few techniques, including tummy-squeezes and dreaded claws of anticipation.. Gangs up on Freddie with Sam, because obviously! Also always gets her chances to get revenge on Spencer, who always teases her for being ticklish when really he's where she got that gene. Once collaborated with Socko to create tickle socks for the show. Most def switch vibes up the wazoo, and is the type to laugh while tickling her ler. Will come up with tickle activities for the webshow (because she HAS)

As a lee: Carly's very obviously and canonically got a ticklish tummy, and it's even canon that Spencer tickles her to cheer her up/annoy her most of the time. They ABSOLUTELY tk fight literally because it's so canonically implied and sibling dynamics have some of the best tickle potential because like??? HELLO. Sam and Freddie also tickle her frequently. A more general headcanon I have is that Carly gang sans Spencer also tickle each other a ton. Her worst spots besides her tummy are her sides and armpits.

Sam Puckett 🧦

As a ler:

Feral as a ler. Will literally just jump at wherever she can tickle and tickle it good. Likes to tease- but it sounds more like threatening. She definitely gets more injured than the lee when she's tickling someone (Freddie and Carly, mainly) and likes to chase lees with wiggling fingers. Knows all of Freddie and Carly's spots, even has charts of them because you know, feral. Whenever a tickle fight starts between the gang, the word "fight" sends a feral response into her brain and she becomes evil asf like she already is. Let's face it, she probably has some strange tk tool, think butter sock. When she goes on to live with Cat, she's the main ler for her, same goes for Carly. Doesn't help that she's stubborn and ticklish and iCarly probably has had a ton of tickle episodes though. Always takes advantage of Freddie's ticklishness because he's Freddie. The butt of the joke, duh

As a lee-

Kicker. Scrapper. Squealer. All of the -ers. Will curse people's firstborns. Spencer is the only one who can manage to hold her down- has the advantage of size. Freddie always tries to tickle her but she turns the tables immediately. Ticklish literally everywhere, only Carly is able to tickle her successfully even IF she does bite- or probably worse. Definetly worse. According to the DGITVSCU (Dan Get In The Van Schneider Cinematic Universe) Sam literally is banned in 6 US states. I'm scared of her, always have been.

Freddie Benson 📽️ As a lee: Always been tickled, like his whole life. Ticklish everywhere, most often tickled by his senile mother AND to make it worse, his friends. Most frequent ler is Sam, who's the most evil ler out of the gang. Honestly, scratch the "his friends" part. Mostly Sam. Still, though, singled out as the lee of the gang. Also bro wears like, the same 5 polo shirts. It was just funny so I pointed it out. Has a loud, wheezy and snorty laugh, which Carly, Sam and Gibby (and potential other guest stars) think is hilarious- well except the main 2 girls, they secretly find it adorable of the love triangle thing they got going for them.

As a ler: This man is out for blood and revenge. Favorite spots to tickle are the sides, ribs and armpits, and always revenge-tickles to no avail, except when he does. He would engage in great switch-banter with any of the girls, though.

Spencer Shay 🎨

As a lee: Reluctant, but doesn't hate it. Often tickled as a bribe by Carly and/or the iCarly crew (most frequently as a means to convince him to do Baby Spencer) Worst spot is his tummy much like his similarly creative sister. Will get tickled as a means of performance art or anything similar. I want this guy as a brother so bad. His laugh is frantic, loud and he's a thrasher but tries not to hurt his ler. Will shut his eyes and whatnot and try to retaliate using his strength advantages.

As a ler: Corny, cheesy, fatherly. Incredibly dorky, will make dad-jokes and play tickle games, as well as pretend to sculpt his lee (typically Carly) like clay. Has lots of fun as a ler, it's all in part to his duty as the fun, paternal figure to be good at tickling. Her favorite spot to tickle is the tummy (it's Carly's worst spot, sooo) and reluctantly takes part in the iCarly.com tickling escapades. Has tickle techniques memorized and whatnot, and enjoys making his lee immobile by pinning them.

#tickling #tickle #tickle headcanons #sfw tickling #tk hcs #tickle hcs #t-word #tword #tword headcanons #sfw twords #sfw tks #sfw tk

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: May you are mother -Danny

Words: 1,741

Phase Six Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Sad Girl’ -by Valley Boy

iv: Aunt May

Cat woke up on Parker's bed, even though she remembered falling asleep on the couch. She sat groggily and pushed her curls away from her eyes. Peter was in the shower, so her anxiety didn't blow up right away, her hearing was way better than the day prior.

Something itched on her neck and she reached to scratch it, then winced when she came into contact with the tender skin, but at least the blisters had vanished. Memories of the last couple of months forced her back onto the bed, and once again she stared at the ceiling not knowing what to do.

She was completely safe for the first time ever, she could go out looking like Copycat and no one would try to hurt her. Best of all, she had a Peter Parker to keep her company. The distance between her and her universe (and the dangers that lived within it) lifted her spirits.

Parker walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, he had a dark blue hoodie on and a pair of worn-out jeans. The cut on his hand was looking better, but it was still red and a little swollen.

"You patrolled last night," she stated.

He stopped in shock. "Did I wake you?"

"No, but I can smell it," she vaguely pointed at the suit under his clothes. "You still don't wash that thing. Where are you going?"

"School," he said. "And I'm late. I'm sorry, I really wish I could stay but it's not like I can pause my whole life— But don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

Cat hesitated. "You're not taking me to school?"

"No, of course not," he grabbed his backpack from the couch and started to collect several items from around the apartment. "I called May. She helps at a welfare organization, and they're looking for volunteers. I told her my friend Janie was visiting and she was interested, so you'll stay there until I finish my day."

Cat's heart did a summersault. "I'm meeting your aunt?"

He gave her an annoyed look. "Why is she getting that reaction when I got stabbed?"

"Because every May that's ever existed is probably the sweetest woman in every universe," she retorted. "And I didn't stab you that badly. I stabbed my Peter in the rib and he barely complained!"

"We'll go back to what you just said in a moment," he raised a brow, Parker grabbed a square bandaid from the kit on his coffee table and put it over his wound. "But there are a few things we need to clarify first."

"What things?"

"Your story."

Cat made a face. "She'll want to know about me..."

"There's a way to keep it simple."

"I'm listening."

Parker sat at the foot of the bed. "You're Jane M. Maximoff, born in Sokovia but left early in life. You've lived here and there with an eccentric uncle but he died last year, and you were left on the streets because you used all of your money trying to save him—"

"And I'm here because..?"

"I invited you over and you accepted to come."

"I'm poorer than you are."

"Why do I feel that's coming out with disdain?" He frowned.

"Well, not towards you," she said. "I just don't know if your aunt will believe that. How would you even afford to look after me?"

"Oh this is very on brand for us Parkers, don't worry about it," he brushed it aside, getting up and hanging his towel where the small window let a bit of sunlight hit. "If anything, she'll be super proud 'cause I took in a friend in need, she'll try her best to help us out."

"You're manipulating your aunt so she feeds us for free?"

He snorted. "My aunt will manipulate us, trust me."

Cat wanted to laugh, but she stopped herself from doing so. It didn't feel right when she'd left behind a dying friend running for his life. Parker noticed this and he spoke in a gentler voice. "We can work as fast as humanly possible and you'd still have to wait at least a month. You'll probably resent me..."

"I won't." He gave her a look and she felt forced to explain further. "I lost my suit, my weapons, and my secret identities... all I have is this," she gestured at herself, "flesh and bone. And you saved that."

"That's not so bad, you still have thumbs," he replied humorously. "You want to go back, don't you?"

"Obviously."

He picked up his backpack and hung it on his shoulder. "You say you have to go back, that you should — but you don't sound exactly eager to do so..."

"No. I'm going through a process of grief," she said, rubbing her bloodshot eyes. "I'm probably doing it wrong, 'cause last night I was pissed, now I'm okay, so it's obviously not in the right order... maybe I'll stare at the wall in denial until you get me out of here."

Parker's lips twisted into a bemused smirk, tight-lipped and discrete, yet transparent. He didn't want to laugh, but Cat had a way to describe her tragedies that made them too funny.

"Okay, well, I'll try my best to work while you're not in a zombie state," he pointed at the closet. "Get dressed, I'm leaving you with May on my way to school."

"About that," she mentioned, "what are you going to do to get the beeper working again?"

Parker shrugged. "Gotta replaced the broken pieces, see if it works the same way as the last even if those belong in my universe... it might just implode the moment we switch it on..."

"What?"

"I'm just messing with you," he grinned, walking towards the kitchen. "Don't worry about it, Janie, I'll figure it out. Enjoy your time-out."

Cat scowled at him, she didn't want to leave everything to him, but at the same time, it was a nice change to be looked after instead of carrying her own weight every second of the day. She wasn't going to admit that out loud, though, Parker would be insufferable otherwise.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop glaring," he glimpsed at her over his shoulder. "If my aunt sees you're miserable she'll file for adoption papers and then she won't let you leave her side—"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Why were these shoes in your closet?" Cat looked down at the sneakers she was currently using. "Am I using your girlfriend's clothes? Cause that feels invasive—"

"No, those aren't—" he turned and face her without stopping, Cat didn't worry about him crashing against things, but she still gave a start at the action. "I got the idea from you."

"What idea?"

"To keep a pair of women's shoes in my closet just in case."

Cat bit her lip to avoid laughing. "Just in case one of your hookups loses their shoe?"

"No." His cheeks were turning red. "Maybe. I don't know, I just thought it was a good idea!"

The mutant let out a short laugh that died too quickly for Parker's liking, but at least she'd laughed, so that was an improvement. "Gotta say the shoes feel extremely intuitive, and it doesn't help that you went to my world just to kidnap me."

"Why would I kidnap you?" He rolled his eyes, turning his back on her.

"Lonely men do weird things. Just look at Billy Russo building his entire plan around the fantasy of choking me to death..."

"Russo's a jackass," he said bluntly. "If I ever run into him..."

"That's something my Peter would say," she chuckled. "He kinda did, when he saw me after all those years apart."

"We are variants of the same person," he hummed in agreement, "but not exactly the same, you know? I still am fifteen inches taller, right? I'm older—"

She looked at the building ahead. "Is that the place?"

Parker nodded, when they entered, the young man got showered with a string of greetings, most of the people there were over thirty, which brought her back to her days being the Avenger's youngest asset. It was only when she reached the main room that she realized this was the same building her May had worked in. She was still in a New York, and that would have to suffice for a while.

"Hi May," Parker gave the woman a kiss on the cheek. "This is Jane..."

Cat waved at the woman. "Hi."

"So you do exist," May beamed. "Such a sweet-looking girl! Did you have breakfast?"

It'd been a long time since she'd interacted with someone whose first reaction wasn't to poke fun at her. It made her uncomfortable. "No. Sorry."

"We left the apartment in a hurry 'cause I'm running late," Parker explained to his aunt, he checked his watch and circled her, kissing the woman's other cheek. "I should get going, actually— see you in a few hours, Jane! I'll pick you up, so don't leave this place alone alright?"

"Okay."

"See ya!"

Parker ran out of the building leaving a severely stressed Cat behind. He hadn't mentioned an important part of her story in this universe: How they first met. May placed her hand on Cat's shoulder to get her attention, she was a short woman.

"How's your stay in New York going?"

"It's been nice. Uneventful," she smiled awkwardly. "I'm not used to having all this free time..."

"Peter told me about your uncle," she patted her back, "I'm so sorry..."

"I've had enough time to grieve... it's funny, people worry about how we feel when our tutors die, but they never care about kids struggling to navigate the adult aspects of life when there's no one to teach them... I don't wanna sound like a brat or anything..." Cat stopped, realizing she was rambling.

"Oh no no, it's completely okay," May eased her. "All that happens once you become an adult, if no one teaches you to handle it, it can feel like a maze with no exit."

"That's exactly what I mean. You're the smartest woman on earth, May," she grinned. "Can I call you May?"

"Aunt May if you want, dear. Come this way, I'll introduce you to everybody."

The mutant wanted to tell her how much she'd missed her, but this wasn't her May, she didn't look like her at all. Worse yet, she would never see this version of May again once Parker took her back to her universe, so she had to keep some distance between them.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go over to that table and take clothes for yourself."

Cat stepped back. "I don't— it's not—" but it was, so she made her way to the table with a somber air and picked whatever she felt would do in the meantime.

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[trashyswitch]

Do you have any tickle headcanons for Henry?

-FoxBat

Ler:

-This man is a playful, silly ler with a great sense of humor while he's doing it. He treats every lee like royalty and uses specific teases, specific tickle strategies and specific aftercare ideas for each person. -With William, he is more of a carefree, almost embarrassing individual with jokes out the wazoo. He often usually tickles William to prove a point, make him admit to lying, or just to get him to shut up. -But if you piss off the man (Which William has obviously done many times), then DEAR GOD, RUN WHILE YOU CAN. Henry will turn into an absolute menace. It's almost like something in him will snap out of place momentarily! He will chase you down, capture you in a slightly rough manner, and completely destroy you with tickles in your worst spots. And the most confusing part? He'll start off with the most annoyed, pissed off face while tickling Will to pieces! But eventually, he'll calm down and continue tickling William with a bit more of a smile and a calm spirit. But William has grown to both relish in this crazy side of Henry, and also grow terrified of this side of him. It's a complicated relationship with this side of Henry, for sure. -For Charlie, he is the most innocent, loving, and silly dad to ever live. He just loves giving his little girl lots of belly and armpit tickles while assuming his role as the infamous 'tickle monster'. But his tickle monster's a bit different. Henry's tickle monster is blind (he takes off his glasses to make it more convincing) and pokes around with his hands to identify what ticklish spot he's tickling. -Example of tickle monster dialogue: "Ooooh! This little spot feels veeeery soft! And squishy! And not to mention, quiiite ticklish~! Is this your belly, by any chance?" -For aftercare, he'll often make her a chocolate beverage depending on if she's hot or cold, and he'll snuggle her while watching her favorite cartoons. -For Mrs. Emily, he just loves getting into casual tickle fights with her! He prefers rib and neck tickles for her, and absolutely loves tickling her neck with his beard. -When Charlie's asleep, his tickles with his wife become more affectionate with kisses and cuddles. One of his favorite things to do with his wife, is hold onto her with her back against his chest, and tickle her while whispering loving compliments and affirmations into her ear. This gets her all blushy and giddy, which in Henry's opinion, is capable of making the coldest heart just melt. -For aftercare, Henry will cuddle his wife and kiss the top of her head and/or her forehead for hours if she needs it.

Lee:

-This man is a cute little lee, actually. The people around him just love to tickle him to make him smile, make him laugh, or to lessen his stress momentarily. How he reacts to these tickles will depend on where you tickle him. -If you tickle him on his belly, ribs, or sides, He'll often curl his body up like a turtle and flop onto his side while kicking his widdle feetsies. If you tickle him on the neck, he'll most likely snort and lift his shoulders up in an attempt to cover up his neck. -If you tickle him on his feet, he'll arch his back and throw his head back with the loudest laughter possible while occasionally clapping his hands. -As you can tell, his feet are his most ticklish spot. Though you can tickle him a little on almost every spot. And of course, everyone in his life has used these spots to their advantages. -William often loves poking him in the ribs just to keep his stress levels evened out. But he'll go a bit farther if he's being unintentionally stubborn. William actually proved himself to be an absolute crook by telling Mrs. Emily all Henry's tickle spots when she first met Henry. Henry then proceeded to wreck William in front of her, showing a bit of that pissed off reaction to her for the first time. -Mrs. Emily is loving to Henry whenever she teases and tickles him. She absolutely loves tickling his neck and ribs, making him blush and snort all the while. She also loves bunching her long hair into a makeshift brush of its own, and using it to tickle his neck. He often calls it 'unfair', while she retorts by saying "Why would you need long hair if you have your facial hair to tickle with?". -Believe it or not, Charlie loves tickling her father back. And to everyone's surprise (especially Henry's when he found out mid-tickle session), Charlie is able to give big, powerful raspberries! Henry had been giving her belly raspberries, when she declared that she wanted to try raspberrying him back. Thinking her attempt would fail, he let her try over his shirt. But DEAR GOD, was he wrong to underestimate her! Henry genuinely bursted out laughing, which only ended up encouraging her. Henry ended up becoming a complete mess of giggles and laughter after about 6 raspberries back-to-back. It blew her parents' minds, especially Henry's at the time! That's the end of my headcanons! I hope you enjoyed!

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[angelsanarchy]

Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 14 Prt 1 - Prt 2 - Prt 3 - Prt 4 - Prt 5 - Prt 6 - Prt 7 - Prt 8 - Prt 9 - Prt 10 - Prt 11 - Prt 12 - Prt 13

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"Okay so this one is actually pretty sick. I want to paint that on my van." Eddie was currently hovering over my notepad as I drew a puppet master tattoo for Eddie. Once his uncle had seen the huge piece I drew on his chest, he freaked out. He applauded my work but asked that I please draw him something a little smaller and not so colorful.

"I'm trying to decide if he needs some red hues, really give him that hellish pop." Eddie's ringed finger ran over edges of the drawing to show where he thought it would be best to put the red and I started off slow.

"Oh that's the one baby! That's perfect." He clapped his hands together shifting his chair closer to mind. The chairs at the table started filling around us and I tried not to let Eddie keep me too lost in this sketch because I didn't want to be rude to everyone else but it was Dustin and Mike who plopped down heavily shaking the table.

"Whoa! Relax! We're working on something here!" Eddie threw his arms out and Dustin offered a silent apology.

"What are you drawing?" Dustin asked squinting at the sketchpad. I turned it around for him to see and he nodded.

"Wow that's badass." Mike looked impressed.

"I'm going to get it tattooed on Thursday. It's going right here." Eddie tapped the back of his arm.

"You let Dani draw you a tattoo...for your body?" Mike seemed shocked.

"Are you questioning my artistic abilities?" I challenged playfully.

"Not at all but that's like...a very permanent thing." Mike pointed out making Eddie snort a laugh.

"Yeah Wheeler that's kind of the point of a tattoo." Eddie shifted in his chair and had his arm around the back of mine, almost protective, I gave his knee a small squeeze reminding him to be nice.

"I mean it just seems pretty intimate." Dustin slapped the back of his hand on Mike's chest. Eddie and I looked at each other.

"What? You know I think you're awesome! It just seems like such an intense thing to get. It's like a soul binding-" Mike was cut off by Dustin.

"If there are two people who are practically attached at the hip, it would be Dani and Eddie." Dustin added quickly making me chuckle.

"You know people can have tattoos removed right? Covered even." Gareth pointed out from next to me. I sat back in my chair taking in this new topic of conversation.

"No way man. I hear having them removed is like burning the skin off your body." Carl scrunched his nose and Mike got a chill.

"I think its an awesome idea. I mean Dani's practically designed our entire party. Why wouldn't he want one of her pieces on him?" Jeff spoke up and Mike held up his hands.

"I mean they're definitely a step up from some of the others he's gotten." Jeff added making Gareth almost spit across the table.

"You guys are assholes. Why do I even subject myself to this kind of abuse?" Eddie shook his head.

"Don't be so dramatic, Munson. Now the tattoo on your chest, that's what I'd call abuse." Dustin's mouth dropped open and Eddie smirked at me for ribbing him.

"She makes a point." Carl added causing the rest of the table to laugh.

"Screw you guys. I'm getting another drink." Eddie stood up and put a hand on my back making me look up at him. He was silently asking if I wanted anything and I shook my head, watching him head towards the soda machines.

"My girlfriend has a tattoo. It's small but I always wonder if maybe she'll cover it when we get old enough." Mike pushed the food around on his plate.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend. What's her name?" I smiled making him look up.

"Oh um her name is El. She moved last year but we're making it work long distance. We used to talk on the phone all the time but now we write each other letters." He explained with a weak smile.

"Same here. Me and my Suzie are going strong for almost a year now. Long distance is tough but we stay in constant contact. Doesn't help that her dad hates me." Dustin said looking annoyed.

"Why does her dad hate you?" I chuckled feeling bad for him.

"Her dad doesn't hate you. He just doesn't like that you're Agnostic which is pretty stupid." Mike reminded Dustin who shrugged.

"That's really cool that you've both found two people that you love enough to make it work from a distance. That's real love right there." Mike blushed but Dustin smiled proudly.

"Okay what did I miss? Why is Wheeler's face a stop sign and Henderson smiling like an idiot?" Eddie plopped down heavily in the chair next to me sliding a bag of skittles towards me and opening his mountain dew.

"Dani was commending the Freshman's about finding love that knows no distance or bounds." Gareth tipped his drink at Mike and Dustin who laughed.

"...with each other or-" Eddie questioned as both boys exclaimed a loud no.

"Dustin has a girlfriend named Suzie who sounds lovely but has to deal with being star-crossed as her father does not approve of his religious beliefs, which I agree with Mike. That shit is stupid." Dani explained, catching Eddie up.

"And Mike's girlfriend just moved but they write letters to one another, which is super romantic by the way. There's something really sweet about sitting down and handwriting a letter to someone imagining them sitting somewhere and reading it with a smile on their face, thinking of you." Mike finally let himself smile without blushing.

"Handwritten letters do it for ya? No bed of roses or candle lit dinners on a boat?" Eddie teased as I sat back in my chair, his body facing towards me.

"I'm fairly simple. I don't particularly like roses and I can't swim so anything on the water isn't ideal. Showing that your happiness can come from making me happy is what I like. I want effort, I want romance that shows actual character and forethought. Doing a bunch of cheesy things you copped from a John Hughes movie isn't romantic. It's predictable." I sat back and noticed how intently he was listening to me rant.

"So romance is a case to case basis is what I'm hearing." Mike chimed in.

"Exactly. Something sweet El likes might not be anywhere close to what Suzie would like. Every girl is different and if you truly care about a person, you take the time to get to know what makes them happy so you can make sure their life is full of it." I popped a skittle in my mouth watching Dustin and Mike share a look of acknowledgement.

"Shouldn't you be taking notes Eddie?" Carl spoke up making the entire table bust out in a fit of laughter. Eddie shook his head and got up to round the table sending them all into silence. I watched Eddie closely in case he had taken the playful jest as something to be fired up about.

"Boys, this is a lunch break and while I'm sure all of this has been very informative for you, I want you to take a good hard look at these other tables. They're a good mix of Hawkins good little guys and gals right?" The boys nodded carefully.

"Now take a look at the woman in front of you." Eddie put his arms around Dustin and Mike. I shook my head at him confused as to where this was going.

"She's beauty and grace at its purest form and it's a mystery even to myself why she actually wants to hang out with any of us. So if you could stop shaking her down for information about the inner workings of the female mind, that would be great." Eddie pushed Mike and Dustin's heads together and they rubbed the sides of their heads making the others laugh again. Eddie stood up straight and winked at me. I rolled my eyes taking a sip of his drink before he plopped down next to me once more and held my pen out to me to resume working on his tattoo.

I didn't mind talking about the boys personal lives but something in the way Eddie winked at me made me think he didn't want me to reveal all the secrets to them. Love certainly has a learning curve.

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[serenityiskey]

Stranger Things: Lee, Ler, or Switch. (Pt. 1 maybe)

Eddie Munson - definitely Switch

Where do I even start with this smol bean? He would definitely be the one to start most of the tickle fights but at the same time I feel like he would start them for three possible reasons

You were aggravating him (in a playful way)

You insulted one of his favorite bands

He’s just being Eddie and doing Eddie type things. If he doesn’t try to jest with you, then you and him aren’t that close yet. I feel like he wouldn’t just go up and do that to anyone.

WOULD DEFINITELY TRY TO AGGRAVATE STEVE OR ROBIN BECAUSE HE KNOWS THEY WILL TICKLE HIM FIRST. THE POOR BOY IS TOUCH STARVED.

I feel like he’s gotten tickled by uncle Wayne before if he was being aggravating first. We stan uncle Wayne in this household, he truly cares about Eddie.

Tickle spots from worst to least:

Hips

Ribs/feet

Stomach/neck

Sides /underarms

When he’s a ler, he would definitely be an evil ler. He would most likely tease his lee to the point where they are extremely flustered and try to hide their face. He would not stop until he found your weak spot so he could use it against you if you were being annoying or just in case he found an opportunity to do so. Don’t forget about how quick he can move his fingers! The boi has YEARS worth of experience in playing guitar so he could be a lee’s worst nightmare

When he is a lee, he would definitely try to deny the fact he is extremely ticklish and would threaten violence against you such as “if you try to even lay a finger on me, you will regret it.” He would majority of the time be bluffing unless something was seriously wrong which that goes for anybody. He would occasionally try to bug the lers of the group to try and wreck him because as I said before he’s touch starved. It wouldn’t take much for him to turn into a giggle puddle if you go for his ribs or stomach but would absolutely die and fall if you touched his hips.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington - Ler

You don’t want to get wrecked by this guy. He’s an expert when it comes to wrecking lees. I mean come on, he babysits six little nuggets that can be extremely annoying or hyper so he knows how exactly to tone them down a little. 

WILL TEASE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU. Don’t think it’s just going to be tickles and then nothing. Oh no, he would definitely say “tickle, tickle, tickle” or he would give mock sympathy if you laugh really hard “awwww is this too much? I guess you should have thought of that before aggravating me”. Don’t even get me started on the “what’s so funny? It’s not like I’m TICKLING you or anything”

Would definitely know how to trap a lee. I have a feeling he would be strong enough to pin their hands over their head with one hand or just pin them beneath his knees. Over all, just don’t mess with mama Steve.

Tickle spots from worst to least:

Underarms

Stomach/feet

Knees/thighs

Ribs/hips.

If you ever do get a few tickles on him, he wouldn’t go down easy and would do anything to fluster his rebellious lee.

Robin Buckley - Switch

When it comes to Robin, I feel like you would have a decent chance at getting revenge because I feel like she wouldn’t mind it as much if you two were close enough.

I get average but still very playful vibes from her if she was to tickle her lee. WOULD USE HER NAILS WITHOUT A DOUBT. if she knew your worst spot, it’s about to be ten times worse because she would use her nails in a lethal fashion.

If she was a lee, I feel like she would give you a chance to have your fun before gaining the upper hand back once more. Her giggles would be kind of quiet unless you hit her worst spot just right then she would he laughing so hard that she would be snorting.

Tickle spots from worst to least:

Feet

Sides/ hips

Thighs/ribs/ underarms

Neck/stomach

Nancy Wheeler - Lee

Oh come on, you can’t look at her and tell me she isn’t a lee. I know for a fact that when she and Steve were dating, Steve would be watching a movie with Nancy and would graze against a spot making her flinch. She would have bright, loud giggles and would fight back as hard as she could only to get wrecked by Steve again.

Don’t get me wrong, she could be ler material too. Especially since Mike could possibly get on her nerves and annoy her to the point where she would wreck him. She’s also very strong and could hold her own if you didn’t get her guard down in time. Depending on why she’s wrecking her lee, she could be anywhere from gentle to a very teasy ler. If you give her a reason to wreck you, don’t underestimate her because she could have you crying for mercy.

Tickle spots from worst to least.

Sides/ribs

Hips

Knees/feet

Stomach

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