#and guess who’s being loudest about defending him

[postyxmendes]

y’all waited all that time just for Kendrick to say the f slur…

#not me tho y’all be safe #i been a hater #i knew there was something very off with him #had me wanting to fight him and everything #smh #anyways imma go back to streaming Jack and Kehlani #but y’all be easy #does he not know there’s a lot of cis-het white men who listen to him #and you chose to use the f slur repeatedly #idc the context #bare minimum #and guess who’s being loudest about defending him #here’s a hint it’s not the LGBTQ community

[skubean]

what about luxiem with a bold person?

hi hi, anon! thank you for the idea!! i actually like this idea since it's the opposite of what i wrote bfr for vox and luca. sorry it took a while to do this, i'm a little sick rn T.T anyways, hope you liked this one <3

Luxiem with a Bold! Gender Neutral Reader

characters: luca kaneshiro, shu yamino, mysta rias, ike eveland, vox akuma

notes: gender neutral reader, i wasn't sure if i wanted to make reader be in a romantic or platonic relationship but i guess you can interpret it as you like, i used different interpretations of bold here so some might be slightly suggestive, nothing else enjoy!!

luca kaneshiro

you know how luca's always saying how he's not bullyable and tends to (playfully) bully others instead?

yea so when you counterattacked his teasing, safe to say this guy was absolutely shocked.

like, he knew you were cute and all, but he didn't expect for you to be on the same level as he is when it comes to teasing.

it's like he'd be all brave and kusogaki, and then you counter him, and the next thing he knows is he's a mess, a blushing mess.

you're pretty observant, so you notice the way he reacts, which will only entice more reaction from him.

one time you playfully touched his thigh while he was gaming, and the poor dude started stuttering so bad.

an idiot, for sure.

he's fine with pda, but for some reason, you like teasing him while touching him, so he's wary of it (like he gets really red)

overall, this man is too pure for the world. you'd feel a little bad but how else will you be able to see such a reaction from a mafia boss?

shu yamino

believe me when i say this, but shu definitely is chill as hell when you act all bold around him.

you'd say the most shocking thing, and this guy will just snicker at you.

which is why you get braver around him, just to get that reaction out of him.

if you're lucky, he'd say stuff back to you.

kind of like the type where you flirt and say stupid shit, but he says it back seriously and it just goes haywire.

if you're someone who's bold with the way you talk, i believe shu is like your #1 supporter. he doesn't seem like a man who would say much, but this guy would have your back no matter what. it's you both against the world fr fr.

i believe in bold and flirty shu agenda (real!!)

though shu won't like it if you do bold stuff around other people/in public, because he doesn't want you to get hurt.

to top it off, i believe shu is pretty cool with have a bold person around. don't piss him off though, he's feisty.

mysta rias

mysta's pretty bold, isn't he. so i expect a you + mysta combo to be double the trouble.

the unstoppable duo that just does whatever they want, says whatever's on their mind.

you both just fit right with each other (match made in heaven)

but trust me, if you reciprocate back his words, this guy goes brain dead from it.

kinda like the type that can tease you, but can't handle being teased. sort of like luca in a way, except he's more brazen.

y'all did the pokemon pass or smash thing, and this guy is just dead ass surprised from your play at it bcs what the fuck.

mysta's a sweet boy though, he still gets really shy when you say stuff.

he's gotten used to your affection, so i don't think it bothers him anymore.

but hug him for too long and this guy goes craaazy (because he's shy lmao)

anyways, mysta + you duo is deadly, physically and mentally.

ike eveland

ike is a man who's good with words, you can't fight him, nuh uh.

my lord have you seen eki? exactly.

he'd act like he's tired of your bs or like doesn't really like what you're doing, but you know this guy loves it, he's just tryna mask it.

you being bold either puts a nasty grin on his face, or the loudest sigh ever heard from mankind.

told him your darkest deepest secrets and this guy stares back at you, mouth wide opened tryna process what he just heard.

you just giggle in response.

ike lowkey likes seeing you be bold and defend yourself when people do things against your beliefs. he thinks it's endearing.

though he doesn't ever tell you, he just lets you run free, only holding you back when he deems necessary.

10/10, tsundere. acts like he doesn't like it, likes it like hell.

vox akuma

vox himself is already one hell of a bold guy T.T

some days, it's like a competition to see who's bolder. (you lose)

y'all could be platonic or dating, and this guy still says the sluttiest shit ever, and gets you a blushing mess.

he likes that your energy matches his, so it makes him really happy.

i'd say it's pretty crazy to see two people with such brazen language (ykwim).

he's a sweetheart though, kinda like the type that let's their partner say mean stuff, while they support wholeheartedly.

the first time you did a bold move and pretty much sat on him, this guy had the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

he held onto you, which made you panic, and then laughs seeing you get all red.

trust me, it doesn't work. he's too powerful T.T you think you're bold until you face vox akuma.

a/n: hi, sorry this one's pretty short and somewhat really ooc. i wrote this based on what i picture each member would be like! also, i'm getting a lot sicker so i'll probably not be able to write a valentine's fic today, but i'll try tomorrow since it might be valentine's in other places of the world! happy valentine's by the way everyone <3 stay safe! - eden

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#luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #njsj en x reader #njsj x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji en #luxiem #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #mysta rias #ike eveland #vox akuma #luxiem imagines #luxiem x you

[bravewolfvesperia]

mistralxsoul:

Flynn had experience when dealing with complaints and concerns back in Zaphias. In fact, it seemed like everyone had nothing to do other than complain lately. After all, most people knew he had a hand in ridding the world of Blastia and they were more happy to make sure Flynn knew just how unhappy they were with it. He wasn’t sure if it was worse or better on the days he decided to visit Dahngrest for negotiations. Most people normally did not recognize him as the Commandant, so a lot of the time, the most he would have to deal with was slight remarks from people under their breath as he passed. Insults that held no meaning. He had honestly heard worse from the kids that he and Yuri grew up with in the Lower Quarter. However, there were also a few who saw a random knight in the middle of Dahngrest and decided to act territorial and pick a fight. Like the one who was currently shoving his face into Flynn’s personal space in an effort to seem intimidating. The poor fool was drunk, almost incomprehensible, as he babbled on and on about how the Knights were useless, pathetic, weak and nothing but a stain on the world and all Flynn could do was bear it. The last thing he needed was to get dragged into a fight and damage the relationship between the Empire and the Guilds as it was beginning to heal. Flynn had never been that lucky though. As Flynn tried to turn away, to leave before things escalated, the drunk’s rough hand shoved him hard and the young Commandant found himself stumbling forward, hand automatically flying to the hilt of his blade as he turned, ready to defend himself because now the drunken fool had decided to turn violent. “You better start running before I really get pissed off.” A new voice was heard, one that Flynn recognized immediately, as he felt the familiar (and safe)  presence of his friend appear on the scene. He turned his head just slightly to greet the man before letting his gaze trail back to the drunken guild member, who nearly stumbled over his own two feet as his unfocused eyes tried to narrow in the new arrival’s direction. “Yuri.” Flynn couldn’t stop the small smile as he called out to the other. “Well, I was hoping to come by for a surprise visit but I supposed that’s been ruined by this commotion I’ve caused."

Guys like this were exactly why people had such bad impressions about guilds. Fact was, Yuri used to as well. The drunken part alone wasn't the problem - it was the aggression that came with it from the hotheads. They were the loudest, and it left more of an impression than the quieter people. In comparison, Yuri could see why the knights looked more upstanding, even if that had been the reverse of the truth before the blastia were gone.

Now it was reversed again, with the shady commandant dead and gone and the revered and beloved Don also dead and gone. The guilds didn't have a solid leader anymore, but they didn't need one if they could manage to be civilized, decent people without one. They hated how the knights used to be and left. There was no excuse for dragging similar shit here and being no better.

"That you've caused? Looked to me like you were just standing there, and knowing you I'd have to guess that's a correct assumption. I came this way because I heard a blubbering mess of shouting, and it definitely wasn't coming from you. We've had issues with this guy before though, so by all means, punch him in the face if he bothers you again." He and Karol had already had to talk to this man's guild leader, and at the time they had been assured that the guy was already on his last legs there. If this wasn't the last straw, he probably only had one more left.

It didn't help that he was trying to pick fights not just with Flynn, but other guild members that supported the idea of bettering their relationship with the knights so long as the knights readjusted themselves. Fact was, if Flynn was in charge of the knights, their reasons for picking fights with the knights decreased drastically. Before, Yuri really did get it. Ioder was in charge of the capital now though and Flynn was leading the knights. The reasons these people left the Empire to begin with wouldn't hold up in a modern day argument. At this point it was just stubbornly stuck up pride for something that no longer existed.

At first, the guild member shot daggers - he was always better at looking threatening than making anything of it with his skill. "What, are you a suck up to the knights now? They get a new young leader and suddenly we're supposed to all hold hands and be friends?" Flynn had been here to help the people's well being before when the Don was still around... and really, it was annoying how quickly they all hated him on the basis of him being a knight alone. If he hadn't been and had just been some random person, they would have accepted the help just fine.

At the time, Yuri had done a lot of self distracting to avoid getting as angry as he wanted to be. The whole thing was pretty stupid to him, just immediately being absolutely terrible to another person just trying to help. Even if Flynn hadn't been there on orders, he would have helped instinctively. Yuri understood not wanting help from knights, but... the disgust toward Flynn as a person had, at the time, been particularly upsetting. If it had any been anyone it would have felt uncomfortable, but Yuri knew Flynn and that had made it worse.

"Only this one. Plus, you hit him in the face which just reeks of jealousy to me. If you walk away now, you might not get kicked out of your guild just yet when I have to report to your boss again that you're an embarrassment to his guild." That seemed to be enough to get the guy to lay off, even if not before he opened his mouth to attempt a comeback and realized he had nothing. Fuming, the man trudged off, spouting something about proving his point one day, how he'd catch the knights showing their true colors and prove it to the world.

Yuri sighed and resisted the urge to shake his head at the lunacy of it. It was like that guy just wanted the knights to be a force of evil so he could be some hero about it. Yuri's attention directed back to Flynn when he determined the guy was far enough away that he actually meant it. "Sorry he ruined your surprise visit. I'm still surprised all the same though. What brings the commandant himself to Dahngrest of all places?"

#mistralxsoul #{ thread: 9 } #{ verse: post canon }

[ca-suffit]

Virginia's black anon has to be anon because we all know the only accounts who associate with her already and it's only 3 at most 😂 I guess nobody can make fake accounts when it's supposed to be for a black fan they don't hate.

There have been some racists comments floating around, but I never saw that from your blog.

Get your reading glasses then girl.

Your opinions have been a reflection of Louis as a character and not about Jacob as a black man.

This is where this nonny comment reads white as hell because what the fuck does this even mean? These are not separate things, baby. Louis is still a black man too! That's your whole fucking problem.

You can defend Jacob all day and say you love black people all day and still say the most antiblack shit ever in the next breath. You've been being told this and instead of listening, you and others keep targeting black fans as some kind of ignorant, illiterate mob out to get you. Idek why you started doing this but THAT is the antiblack part. It's not all just about claiming you "accept" this or that. You also have to actually DO THAT PART. Now it's clear why you think black fans gently teasing Jacob's hair is the real racism while you call Louis, Claudia, and Armand liars and manipulators solely to protect the character of Lestat (the REAL victim to you) and don't see a problem with it. This is why the white fandom mindset is dumb and dangerous af because it leads to stripping race from everything and defaulting to whiteness. This is why your insistence on "the books!!!" is bullshit and nobody cares, because the books are about white people and you're acting like that's still what this is when it's not! And when anyone says otherwise you make a big dramatic show of how you're being unfairly attacked.

IWTV fandom needs a scapegoat and that will be me so here’s my controversial takes..

And here's Neil's stupid ass once again missing the point of anything and still going on about fictional shit instead of reflecting on her antiblackness as well (why does everyone talk like a cartoon villain too lol). You love being the victim and changing topics instead of directly addressing anything. You all are the ones always saying you're such big critical thinkers, yet someone comes and spells it out real slow for you over and over and you still miss the point. This is why nobody is afraid of you or even takes you seriously, you're so fucking constantly stupid.

-way WAYYYY before the show I had a theory for the book that Louis killed Paul but now I’m afraid to talk about it even though it would make so much sense to him refusing to be labeled as a “killer”

Why are you so afraid to talk about it? Afraid the big, mean black fans might call you racist? If you have things to say, why don't you say them? Stop being such a baby about it. It's always the loudest mouths who want to say "I'm so scared u guys" over things that anyone else could just talk about. You're afraid to be called a racist because you only think about yourself and have nothing to really say after all.

You're the only ones who constantly move goalposts when it comes to talking about Louis. You make up this intentionally manipulative shit to say it's others (really just black fans tbh) who strip away Louis as a full character by not wanting him labeled as a liar or "bad person" but then you go around slinging this horseshit. If you think he killed Paul then write your big essay why. Why are you holding back now because they're black, you giant ass coward? Say it if you're gonna say it. This half assed ready-to-go-victim shit is ugly. I thought you were a tough book reader who could handle big topics. Pick a side already, asshole.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022

[hecatemoon87]

This is a mini series about Raumont, Tom Hardy’s character from the Marie Antoinette movie. He’s only in the movie for a few minutes, but he’s so delicious I had to expand upon his character. Please enjoy!

Part I

A grand party was being held at the Palace of Versailles, but when was there never a party? Marie Antoinette was never a Queen for subtly. If it wasn’t the grandest, boldest or loudest party she would have been embarrassed. 

It was a warm summer’s night and the party was being hosted in the palace’s garden. I wander aimlessly about, displeased that I am forced to be here. My father has sent me to Paris for refinement, as he calls it. I am a noble woman, yes, but I was raised in Avallon and there I could ride horses, read philosophy and speak my mind. 

Now, in Versailles, I must dress in fine gowns, curtsy like a cowed dog and pretend that I am an empty headed halfwit whose only aspiration is to marry a rich nobleman. Thus, I hover in the background, nursing a glass of champagne, hoping the alcohol soon numbs me from my boredom. 

As I drift about like a restless spirit, I glare at the Queen, sitting at her table, surrounded by her entourage, laughing and flirting. And at that very table sits my childhood friend, Raumont. He currently has a card stuck to his forehead, as the group is playing a guess who game.

Raumont had left Avallon when he was eighteen; it had been ten years since I'd seen him. Although I am very annoyed at being at this party, I can’t help but smile as I see Raumont, acting quite serious, attempting to resolve the matter of who’s name is on the card upon his head. 

Then I heard the laughter of the Queen and whatever happiness I was experiencing was quickly extinguished. I’m against the monarchy, dare I say Revolutionist. I personally believe the Americans knew what they were doing when they broke the yoke of tyranny. I’ve met in secret with like minded people, but I must tread carefully. The majority of the party goers were loyalists to the Queen. I cannot speak my mind, lest I find myself in the palace prison instead of one of its many guest rooms. 

“Brooding again I see, sweet Nicolette,” I suddenly hear a voice next to me. I jump and turn to see that it is Raumont.

“Don’t do that. You scared me!” I said, smacking his arm. 

“Ow! You know, it isn’t very lady like to hit people,” he said, rubbing his arm.

I see that he still has that stupid card on his forehead and I pluck it off and read it. 

“Mozart? You can’t even read music,” I said, tossing the card to the side. 

“Charming as always. Why are you over here? You know the Queen sees that and she doesn’t like that kind of behavior,” he said, glancing over to the table where the Queen sat.

“I doubt that puffed up parrot even knows I exist,” I said, dismissively.

“Nicky…” Raumont said, a warning tone in his voice.

“Raumont, honestly, unlike you, I’m not a pathetic imbecile sniffing around for her favor,” I said, annoyed that he always defended the Queen.  

“Pathetic imbecile? How absolutely rude,” he said, slipping an arm around my waist and taking my hand in his. He gazed down upon me, a faint smile on his lips. “If you won’t socialize, how about you dance with me?”

The music was rather nice and I did enjoy the attention Raumont was giving me. He had been very happy to see me when I arrived at Versailles. I was pleasantly surprised to see him here as he had gone to Paris to study. As children we enjoyed each other’s company and I was actually falling in love with him before he left for Paris. I had thought he’d be married by now, but luckily he was available. 

“I suppose…” I answered.

As if that was all he needed, he glided me around the green grass under the stars and silver moon. I held onto him, feeling the firmness of his muscular body against me. My cheeks began to burn, I wanted to blame it on the warm weather, but if I must be honest, I was overwhelmed with amorous admiration of Raumont. I worry he might see me blushing or feel my heart beat pounding in my chest as he holds me close. I hesitantly look into his eyes and he gives me a wink and then spins me around in his arms. I laugh as he centers me again in front of him. 

“See, you're finally having a bit of fun,” he said, as he laced both arms around me, halting the dance. 

“How can I have fun when so many people are suffering?” I said, my hands resting on his strong chest.

“Not this again…” Raumont groans, rolling his eyes. 

“Raumont, don’t you realize everything the Queen stands for is wrong? I mean, think of all the people in France who are poor and hungry,” I said, desperately looking into his deep blue eyes. I want so badly for him to agree, to admit that his quest of seeking political power through the Queen was frivolous.

He quickly places his index finger over my lips, shaking his head. “Not here, ma chérie.”

“Raumont, listen to me,” I tried saying beneath his finger. 

“Hush, Nicky. You can get into a lot of trouble talking like this,” he said, lowering his finger and hooking it under my chin. 

Raumont’s succulent lips are mere inches from my own. I begin to have a terrible urge to kiss him. 

“Why do you care? Isn’t your only concern is the Queen?” I asked. 

He chuckles and looks deeper into my eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” I said, a little too quickly. 

“No?” he asked, tilting my head gently to the side, lightly kissing my cheek.  

My body ignites in a hot rush of passion that floods all my senses. My feminine desire pricks at my most intimate parts, causing my knees to grow weak. I lean into him, holding him a little tighter, trying to steady my pulse. 

“Raumont, listen to me,” I beg meekly again. 

“Stop your whining. I’m tired of you being a little brat during these parties. Now, come sit with me,” he said, turning my head back so that his lips hovered over mine. 

“I don’t want to sit next to that monster,” I said, firmly. 

“Nicky, you will get yourself killed with these silly principles of yours,” he chided. 

At this point, he normally grows tired of my stubbornness. But tonight he surprises me and pulls me deeper into his embrace. 

“Let me go, I want to go to bed,” I whined, pretending to fuss in his arms. I stop wriggling about when he smacks my bottom with a firm, sharp slap. 

“Raumont!” I said, stunned. 

At this point in the night, everyone was drunk and no one paid any attention to us. Nonetheless, I am slightly embarrassed and incredibly aroused. 

“Nicolette Dupont, you had better behave while you’re at Versailles,” he said, in his deep husky voice.

“And what if I don’t?” I replied, staring back into his wondrously handsome face. 

Raumont lowers his head further and brushes his nose over the tip of mine. His lips are then so close to mine I fear I will go mad with want. 

“If you don’t, I’ll bend you over my knee and give you a proper spanking,” he whispered over my lips. My knees grow weak and I feel flustered. I now attempt to kiss him, but he doesn’t allow it. 

“No, no, Mademoiselle. You shall not have your kisses. I must return to my table, play my part. And you, Ma belle, why don’t you go to bed?” he said, stroking my cheek. 

“Fine,” I huffed. I was angry he didn’t kiss me and hurt that he was shooing me away so he could play politics with the Queen. I wiggled out of his arms and started to leave, but he took me by the hand. 

“Oh, and Nicky, when I say go to bed, I mean my bed,” he said, giving me a hungry look. 

I’m struck by his boldness, uncertain how I should respond. He releases my hand, his eyes still holding me in his gaze. 

“My bed, Nicolette,” he said once more in a more authoritative tone. Then he turned around and walked back to rejoin the Queen at her table. 

#tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy #raumont #marie antoinette #tom hardy fan fic #tom hardy smut

[spicler-man]

avengers and peter

masterlist here Cloak and Dagger by Velnetta

After being kidnapped with some of earth’s greatest defenders, Peter is grateful that it appears that their captors aren’t aware that he’s Spider-man.

The problem? To the Avengers, he's just Tony Stark's teenage intern- and Peter intends to keep it that way.

The Safe House by The_Mishamigo

After a threat is made against all the Avengers (and Spiderman), they all must go into a safe house. Tony is put into one with Spiderman, but the problem is that he has no idea who the man is. This was going to be great.

“Which one?” by rainraingoawae4

In which the avengers suspect Tony has another child hidden away somewhere, and they make it their personal mission to find out everything.

OR

Tony accidentally outs himself when asked about his child and says “Which one?”

First Impressions by ImBadWithWords

Somehow, even as plain old Peter Parker, he manages to find himself meeting the Avengers. Exciting? Sure. But it's only a matter of time before he proves he's not quite what he seems.

Promises of Tomorrow by PinkEasterEggs

Posters of Star Wars were dotted around and there were multiple LEGO sets littered on the floor. Clothes were left lying around, some thrown on the back of the chair and some on the carpet. There was a collection of paper and books on the wooden desk, each large volume for a different school subject.

All in all, Steve would’ve said that the room belonged to a kid. The obvious youth that dominated the area confused Steve as he walked into the room further.

A loud blaring sound echoed into Steve’s ear, FRIDAY’s dominating voice cutting into the air. “You are not permitted to enter this room Captain Rogers.”

Steve jumped out of the room like the floor was on fire, his confusion only growing. “Whose room is that FRIDAY?”

“Boss has not permitted me to answer that question.”

Was Tony hiding a secret kid?

The Rogue Avengers have been pardoned, returning home for the first time after a year and a half on the run. Steve expects for things to be the same as how he left but it seems that everything has changed. Apparently Tony now had a kid.

He Was Actually Really Being Truthful (For Once) by bumblebmoon

Natasha looked more closely. She first saw hints of a second person in the sock poking out of the blanket at a strange angle, and the pale hand with curled-up fingers resting on Tony’s chest. Then she found a head of what looked like brown curls, tucked snugly under Tony’s arm. And eventually, a second set of sleeping breaths, slow and light. ORThe Avengers return from months of missions to find a child fast asleep on the lounge, with Tony snoring beside him. A mystery ensues. Is Tony Stark a father? (It looks like it!) How have they never discovered the kid until now? I mean, Iron Man has always been good at keeping secrets, but a whole CHILD?

The Avengers vs The Peter Factor by midnightwolf2192

No one could ever guess that The Avengers would fall to something known as The Peter Factor. This story tells of how each and every Avenger became wrapped around Peter Parker's finger without Peter even being aware of it.

Also - please go to YouTube and check out the channel PJ’s Reads. This amazing human is turning this story into an audiobook!! Seriously - go give her a listen she is simply amazing!!

Neon Liar (Hiding in Plain Sight) by isaDanCurtisproduction

Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

tony stark’s long-lost lizard baby by indexofangels, peterstank

Ross clears his throat loudly. “Back to business: sub-section 17.C demands that all Avengers check their weapons upon exit and reentry into the United States of—”

The door to the conference room slams open.

Eight heads whip around and there’s Peter, panting and gripping the wall. “Tony, you gotta help me.”

For half a second Tony actually falls for it. “What is it?”

“I feel… death’s cold grip…”

Peter promptly faints.

or: let’s play 8-Ball!

aiding and abetting: a peter parker saga by indexofangels, peterstank

Bucky Barnes stands in the middle of the produce section at Peter’s local supermarket, staring unblinkingly at the display of oranges like he’s having some kind of a war flashback.

“Finding everything okay?”

The Winter Soldier starts a little. “Yeah, no, I’m good, just—” he finally glances at Peter and squints. “You don’t even work here, do you?”

“No, but I know this place like the back of my hand.” He glances into the mini cart Barnes is pushing, which is full to the brim with junk foods: tootsie pops, cookie dough, Cheerios, and kettle cooked chips. “Have you considered, perhaps, a vegetable?”

or: 5 times peter parker runs into the rogues separately + the 1 time they work together as a team

sometimes a family is nine unrelated superheroes and an adopted teenage boy by shrill_fangirl_screaming for general_lelia

When Peter Parker is fourteen years old, he fixes one of the Black Widow's bracelets and ships it to Avengers Tower. Tony Stark hires him on the spot.

When Peter Parker is fifteen years old, he's bit by a spider and everything changes. He keeps his superhero life a secret from the Avengers team that has become a second family to him, but how long can he keep up the act?

Much More Civil War (Previously: Not So Civil War) by YeahWhoCares for madhatter_1981

“Kid, what the hell are you doing?”

“Sorry Mr. Stark,” Peter shrugged, “but I’m doing this for your own good.”

Peter forces the grown ups to sit down and talk it out, instead of fighting like they weren't a group of world acclaimed superheroes.

We Got Peter! (I Wish He Were My Kid) by Eccentric_Grace

“Where’s Tony? Is he with his kid?"

Steve froze from his spot at the stovetop, looking up with alarm. The wooden spoon in his hand hovered above the boiling water pot.

Bruce kicked Thor lightly in the shin. "Tony's got a kid?"

Thor widened his eyes, looked up and around like a startled animal. "I wasn't aware Stark had offspring?"

or: five times the avengers meet peter parker, and the one time they realize who’s training him

Aftermath by Triscribe

“So you’re Tony’s Peter.”

His mind occupied with other things, it took the kid a second to register the words, and then another to blink at Captain Steve America Rogers. “Uh. Yes?”

Oddly enough, the man just smiled at him. Covered in blood and battle-grime, looking half beaten to death and one hundred percent exhausted, the super soldier from Brooklyn smiled. At him. Belatedly, Peter realized that, despite still being encased by the comforting weight of his Iron Spider armor, he’d yet to have brought back up his mask since the battle, and Captain Rogers could easily see his own bruised and bloodied face, along with everyone else in the room.

Oh. Speaking of everyone else - there were, uh, an awful lot of people looking at him.

Five times Peter Parker scared the shit out of the avengers (and one time Spiderman did) by hallyticket

"Jeez Tony, you could have said we were having visitors."

The avengers all stared back at him from where they were seated around the room, Steve fucking Rogers clearing papers off of the coffee table and out of Peter's sight.

Tony smirked back at him from his lounging position on the velvet armchair, "But putting all of you on the spot is so much better."

Or

five times that Peter Parker manages to scare the avengers, and on time that Spiderman does

trust is a luxury by Livinei

“So they’re coming back to New York?” Peter asks, and Tony gives him a look.

“We’ll see,” he says, pulls an old-looking flip phone out of his pocket and tosses it in the air a couple times before setting it on the table.

“The government doesn’t know where they are because they’re amateurs, so they can’t summon them. I haven’t kept tabs on them, but if I were them I’d probably go to Wakanda, and Cap’s not a complete idiot, so either they’re in Wakanda or they’ve at least visited at some point. The public announcement of the pardon will probably be today on the evening news, but it was put on record in the government about half an hour ago, which means by now T’Challa has probably found out about it. And if he knows, I think it’s rather safe to assume he’d contact Cap and Friends, which means this absolute disgrace to technology should start ringing somewhere around real soon because I’m definitely petty enough not to call him first-”

The phone on the table starts ringing. Tony flashes Peter a grin at the boy’s amazed expression.

OR Tony gets Rogue Avengers pardoned, and a lot of this is from Peter's point of view because this is taking a toll on Tony

everyone thinks peter is tony's kid by killerqueenwrites

Steve sees it the day after he returns to the Compound, his half of the team in tow. Natasha meets the kid when she invites herself to Tony's floor.

or five times the avengers think peter is tony's kid, and the one time they find out he's spider-man

The A-Team Challenge by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so

Tony Stark just wants to keep Peter Parker on the down low. Heaven forbid Spiderman do something stupid, like go viral.

OR: Peter Parker accidently patents the superhero equivalent of the ice bucket challenge.

So, you met the Avengers... by Warlock_Writer

Peter meets the Avengers and reveals Captain America's PSA videos to the rest of the team

Peter Parker’s Accidental Guide On How To Give Tony Stark a Heart Attack by for_the_night for Nicolemoon8

Bucky’s arm short circuits and he and Steve go to Tony for help. When they arrive, Steve hears an intruder, taking them out with his shield. Only it wasn’t an intruder. It was Peter Parker.

Or: Steve hits Peter with his metal frisbee and Tony is a pissed off dad. Peter’s just happy he met Captain America.

Atonement by Bergen

Bucky returns from a ninety-five-day-long mission to find a scrawny boy poking the lock of their supply closet. There is no way a random petty thief would be able to step into the compound for casual robbery, which is the only reason why Bucky doesn’t take the intruder into an immediate head lock. “I think I’ll go warn the Avengers about you.” The intruder lifts his chin and crosses his arms. “Good luck. But for your information, they all really like me.” “Is that right.” “Yes,” he says, and he adds, still in that menacing tone: “they think I’m adorable.”

The Avengers vs First Aid by Call_Me_Coley

In their toughest battle yet, Steve and Bruce somehow wrangle everyone into completing their annual medical training but things don't go exactly according to plan when Peter lets slip that he's had to resort to some shady fixes while injured and alone.

That of course doesn't sit well with anyone, least of all Tony.

Petvengers (Or, how Peter tricks NY heroes into pet adoption) by Lurafita

Kind of a follow up to 'The wounds we see (and the scars we don't), but only in the way that all stories in the series connect to each other. This is bordering on crack, seriously. It is a lot of fun to write though. I hope you will enjoy it.

Peter has decided that New York's heroes should all have (at least one) pet. Because pets are awesome. Now he just has to convince them of it.

How to Confuse Captain America: A Guide by Peter Parker by ginabeana45

“I never thought you’d be the fathering type.” Natasha’s smirk is wicked and amusing. Steve probably would have laughed if he weren’t so disoriented right now.

Tony shrugged, lifting his coffee cup up like a toast. “Yeah, well, I never thought we’d ever be able to sit in the same room without trying to kill each other again. Things change, Nat.”

All of Steve’s thoughts come squealing to a record-scratch stop as Natasha’s words catch up to him. The fathering type, she’d said. Fathering? And Tony hadn’t denied it. Not even a little bit. “Wait a minute. Was that… your… son?”

Something Like Family by polaroid15

“You’re a dad,” Rhodey says, delayed in his shock. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I’m not a dad, alright? Not even close.”

“You brought your kid to Germany!”

“Again, he's not my kid.”

Or- five times Peter reveals his identity to an Avenger, much to Tony's dismay, and one time he saves them all.

5 Times Peter Parker Saved an Avenger by petreparkour

...and the one time they saved him.

Very Normal, Totally Regular Human Intern by Winterturtle for oriocookie

Peter being Peter, he insisted he came along. “I’ll be like a… like an emotional support dog!” And Tony being Tony couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes. The kid was just good like that. Always offering to help. “All right. But keep your head down, you hear me? I’m merely taking my very normal, totally regular human intern for a joyride, not Spider-Man.”

~~

Rogers and his merry band are granted a parole they are to serve at the Compound. Tony made Peter promise to keep his powers hidden, but when he wakes up kidnapped along with the kid and the Rogues, it takes Peter about ten minutes to break the whole totally regular human intern façade.

5 Times Peter is Seen With the Avengers by Nexas_Hart

+1 Time They're Seen With Him

if your wings are broken, borrow mine by thelast_ofellie

The Rogues come back to the Compound.

Peter isn’t happy about it.

AKA the “call me son one more time” line from Meet Me Inside but it’s Peter yelling at Steve AKA self-indulgent Protective Peter Parker

Peter Parker: Therapist Extraordinaire by sakurasprigs

Steve looked up, expecting to see his friend’s exhausted face, but instead found him positively grinning with a small paper lunch sack in his hand.

“You seem awfully happy,” said Steve in lieu of a greeting.

Natasha and Bucky chose that moment to enter the common room as well, wearing sweaty gym clothes and with messed-up hair. “Hey Sam,” said Natasha. “How terrible was the kid?”

“I take everything back I ever said.” Sam unrolled the top of the lunch sack and showed them its contents. “He brought cookies! You’ve gotta try one, they’re literally the best things I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

Aka, the fic in which Peter volunteers at the VA with Sam, who ends up practically adopting him and tells the whole team, making them all want to meet the fabled kid. Turns out, he might be a lot more familiar than they thought.

Finals = Sleepy Spider meets Avengers by Firebird_wilmon

Peter is barely awake by the time he makes it to the penthouse of Stark Tower after finishing finals. He falls asleep on Bucky Barnes, who is with the newly pardoned Avengers, while Tony is in a meeting. Tony rushes in to get him to sleep away from the Rogues and keep his identity safe. The Rogues make assumptions as to who Peter is from Tony actions, there wrong, but not really.

Cue sleepy Peter, good dad Tony, confused Avengers.

Let's take Peter Parker down by Bergen

The Avengers really appreciate everything Spider-Man has done for them. Not to mention, they feel kind of protective of this – clearly rather young – new Avenger. So, Natasha and Clint are in agreement: Tracing down that annoying Daily Bugle photographer Peter Parker, and getting him to stop harassing their spider-friend is the least they can do.

bring him home by parkrstark for geekymoviemom

During the clean up after the Battle of New York, Steve finds a little boy in the rubble of an orphanage. He finds out this little boy is almost as strong as he is, and he knows he can't let anyone get their hands on him. People would do crazy things for a mutant child. Steve vows to protect him so he can grow up as a child and not as a lab rat.

tip of the iceberg by OnlyForward

Tony invites Peter to an Avengers training session, where he spars with Captain America and proceeds to knock him to the floor with one hit.

Whumptober Prompt 28: It's just the tip of the iceberg

#peter parker #spider-man #spider-man fics #irondad and spiderson #iron man #irondad fics #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #avengers #avengers meet peter

[hologramcowboy]

//“I don't despise anyone but I might just end up hating Jensen thanks to "fans" like you. No further comments.” So, you preach about having the ability to “think critically” and about how much of a “free thinker” you are, yet you’ll let the opinions of a few people influence how you feel about an actor you ‘once liked’ or I guess still claim to like? Let’s face it, your blog as of late hasn’t done much to show that you ever were that much of a fan.//

No anon, I agree with @hologramcowboy , the AA’s make it almost impossible to be a normal fan of his. They demand absolute blind obedience to king Jensen and if you dare call him out for something shitty he’s said or done they dogpile on you like you just said he murders babies. You are not allowed to act like he’s a fallible human being otherwise they shun you and claim you aren’t a “real fan”. Add to that the fact that it’s also almost a requirement to hate Jared. If you don’t you once again you aren’t a good enough Jensen fan. I was online friends with a group that I thought were normal Jensen fans and then after talking with them for a few weeks the Jared hate started to come out in full force and if I dared even mildly defend him (I love Jared btw) it felt like I was on time out from the group chat. Eventually I just stopped participating because it was so disheartening. They also fell into that trap of ‘blame all Jensen’s shitty words and actions on anyone else.’ Mostly Jared or danneel, but really anyone they could use to scapegoat. Basically to be a “real correct Jensen fan” you can’t have any opinions outside of “Jensen is god and can do no wrong.” And before anyone, including anon, comes and says “well, not all Jensen fans are like that!” Yes, I am well aware, but there are more than enough who are and they are the loudest voices in that fandom. Even the normal Jensen fans just stay quiet around them because they are so awful. Going through Jensen’s tags on sm generally also means having to expose myself to Jared hate (the reverse is rarely true, Jared fans seem to know how to tag their hate if they post any) so eventually I just stopped doing that too. Kinda makes being a fan in fandom hard when you can’t actually go into any of the fandom spaces. How can you keep up with him or his career when you can’t go in those fandom spaces?? It just becomes easier to not be his fan.

Thank you, Anon. 💕 I resonate deeply with what you wrote and it's so sad that people feel the need to play fandom despot and limit thoughts and feelings because they build Jensen up into a false god and cannot accept any regular views of him. It really is hard to be his fan these days, some so called Jensen fans are so full of hatred and fully irrational when it comes to him. They reason from their manic states instead of grounding themselves in balanced perceptions. They hate on Jared and on anyone who dates oppose the view that "Jensen is God" and by doing so misrepresent Jensen, his Brand and fandom.

#anti aas #anti hateful jensen fans #anti fandom despots

[har-rison-s]

rememberance

SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME!!!! don't read further, i really want you to enjoy the movie without knowing anything, so don't read further than this!

request: omg idk if you're okay with that, but if you are pretty pls write for andrew!spiderman in nwh. smth about him remembering his girl from his own universe! and getting emotional

a/n: i'm absolutely okay with this. andrew's peter is the closest to me from the three because i really delved into his spider-man first, and it's sort of an honour to write for him :') i hope i write this well. i couldn't sleep last night because my brain was just overworked and overwhelmed because of nwh. it was just... i'm speechless. happy reading! spoilers ahead!

mcu masterlist

read my other peter parker writings here

a/n: just look at him :(

Peter guesses that it's watching the youngest multiversal replica of himself with his MJ that really brings his mind to a stop, makes him remember about her. The bright girl he loved just for the sake of loving her, and because he just couldn't not love her. He couldn't understand people not loving her. There was just something so special about her.

He puts the cure-in-process down on the table and rests his head in the palm of his hand. He turns the small object from side to side, just looking at it absently while memories flood his mind, and he can really only focus on them. 

Their first date really pops out as most colourful, kind of the loudest of the memories when it's actually anything but loud. Peter and her were both a mumbling mess, tripping over their words—and sometimes feet, too—and blushing constantly. Afraid to talk about anything that came to mind, but also curious to know so much about each other. 

It wasn't really a date where they'd set out to do anything specific. Peter just took her on a walk around New York city, basically taking any turn or crossing any street when he felt like it, no real route planned out. He did have the urge to just pull her to him by the waist, shoot out a web and swing them both around. But he could never risk it.

Many memories of school play out like a slideshow before his eyes that, in real life, stare into abyss. Sitting together during lunch, chatting by the lockers, studying in the library together, sitting next to each other in class. Somehow, being with her at school for all the others to see felt like welcoming that dream of being with her to reality. Like the dream was real, all to real and yet still unbelievable—still a dream—at the same time.

He absolutely adored how her hands always found a way to be holding onto him, a way to be close to him without actually being intimately close. Maybe she'd draw something on his hand, maybe she'd doodle in his notebook. Sometimes she'd just hold his hand in hers, play with his fingers in class like a little kid. And he loved it all.

What also really stands out is the day she found out about his secret. It was the day Peter sat in his basement, experimenting with webs, trying to find the right kind to use. She crept into his basement with their favourite snacks in hand and kind of also crept up on him. She could have scared him to death if it wasn't for his... sixth sense, so to say.

“What are you doing in here?!” Peter exclaimed, a pen in his hand as the closest thing he could find to defend himself, while also not compromising his secret combat skills. She just looked at him with big eyes, partly frozen in shock. 

“Just came by,” she said, lifting the snack packets up in the air for effect. She forced a smile to her lips, but couldn't help feeling suspicious of everything her eyes were seeing in Peter's basement. Peter's eyes grew soft at the sight of her, and he lowered the pen, “who did you think I was?” 

“No one!” He said immediately, which also startled her. “I mean, I—”

“You also turned around super fast, but okay,” she said. Without taking her eyes off his equipment, she put the snacks down on the only empty spot on his desk and walked around the young man to look at what he's doing more closely, “what's all this?” She gently poked one of the unsuccessful web variants. “Ew, are these spider webs?”

She looked at Peter, wondering about his strange behavior—why he's not answering any of her questions—and wanting an explanation for it. Peter gathered himself and stood up to stand beside her, trying to come up with any kind of innocent excuse for his experiments that wouldn't count as lying. “Yeah, they kind of are,” he said and cleared his throat. She still gave him weird looks. 

“Kind of?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, they're not like, real, actual webs from spiders, they're... synthetically generated,” he explained, “I'm trying out a lot of them to see which one's the strongest, and best coordinated. I know they're just webs, but they do kind of have a mind of their own.” 

She listened and couldn't hear an ounce of pretend in his words or tone of voice. But she was still curious. “Why are you doing it?” She looked up at him. Peter shrugged, trying to act as casual as can be, and then turned to look at her again. Those eyes looking up at him. How he's missed them. 

“Just... trying to... understand spiders,” he said and noticed the way she shuddered just at the mention of them. He knew she hates spiders. 

“You're not pulling a Halloween prank on me or anything, are you?” She inquired, and Peter immediately shook his head. That's honestly the last thing he'd do. She smiled, then, giving his cheek a light pat, and sat down on top of his desk. Peter worked on getting the unsuccessful web examples into the bag, feeling very anxious about her seeing all this and getting more suspicious than she plays out to be, and can hardly keep his eyes on her. That's a decision he'll regret to make, even unconsciously. “What's this, Peter?” She called from the desk, and Peter's head shot immediately up to look at her. And in her hands, she held his almost-finished suit. And she was looking at him like a little detective.

“Uhhh, that's my—my, um—”

“Yes?” She gave him a strange look, suspecting that maybe he has memory issues. Would he?

“That's my Halloween costume! You caught me,” he pushes out a nervous laugh and begins walking back towards her. She rolls the suit out before her and lifts it in the air to have a better look. Red suit with blue and silver details. And a pretty big, stylised spider on the chest part. She raised her eyebrows.

“And who are you supposed to be?” She inquired, now looking at Peter standing right in front of her. He took the suit right out of her hands, so she'd forget there ever was one, and he tossed it to the back of the room. She gave him a strange look once again, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No one, it's just...” Peter shook his head and stepped closer to her. Now he could take a proper look at her, “it's stupid, really.” He tried to convince her, wanting to move on from the topic of it all and just give all his attention to her. Peter's hand stroked her cheek gently before it moved into her hair, pulling her closer to him. She watched him all the while, completely in surrender to him, and worked her hands up to his neck. She could feel how rough just the fingertips of his hands felt. He must have been down here for hours. And finally, he kissed her. For what like the last real time he did. “Hey,” he greeted her properly now, as well, with a whisper. 

She smiled against his lips and then laughed, as well. “Hi, Peter,” she greeted him in response, “you're very strange, you know that?” She asked him, stroking the back of his neck with her hand softly. Peter laughed as his forehead gently fell onto hers. 

“I know,” he replied, now a more serious look crossing his eyes as they bored into hers. Those big, chocolate dough eyes. She smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to be asking what's wrong? Because he'd never looked so lost and focused at the same time. Something was on his mind. 

“Don't go growing a big head about it,” she then said, butting his nose with her own. Peter would have laughed again, but the air around them had somehow grown very serious suddenly, “all girls love a weirdo.” She said. Peter chuckled with his lips sealed, and then looked at her with a clear head. “Promise you won't leave me for them?” A question that is both a joke and a genuine question at the same time. There's no them, thankfully or not, but there is something. Something that's been on his mind lately, stealing his time and attention. She's noticed. And she's asking if he won't leave her because of that, whatever it is.

Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes, focusing on his other senses that can feel her. Her aroma that both reminds him of home and of something so unreachable, so foreign. Her silky hair knotting in his hand. Her waist, how his hand just perfectly cups it. And the taste of her lips on his own. 

He knew what she was asking, even though she didn't know it herself. Not really, not fully, what she was asking of him. And like an idiot, like the hopeful, optimistic idiot he is, he gave her an answer of yes. And he still regrets it to his day.

Peter must have frozen up in his thoughts, his memories, because he feels a hand on his shoulder now that brings him back to reality, back the unbelievable here and now. It's the other Peter. The one that looks the oldest of them three. Not that it's a competition...

“Hey, man,” he says, calling out to him more, because the guy still looks lost somewhere, “you doing fine over here?” He has that kind look in his eyes. The one that reminds Peter of his uncle Ben so much. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter nods, “me? I'm fine.” He squeaks back to convince the man more, but he can't avoid the tears gathered in his eyes anymore. He's sure the other Peter sees them, too, now, and he turns his face away. “Just... something in my eye. Nothing dangerous.” Peter wipes away his tears and looks around himself. His eyes still get stuck on the two kids in love right in front of him. 

They remind him so much of what he had with her. He knows he can't ignore it anymore. The memories, the love for her. And the guilt, and the unforgiveness towards himself that he feels every day comes right along with it.

#spider-man #spider-man: no way home #spider-man: nwh #spider-man: no way home spoilers #spider-man spoilers #NWH SPOILERS #DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT #peter parker #peter parker x reader #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #amazing spider-man #the amazing spider-man

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Okay! Can I ask for familial headcanons of Zenitsu with older sister that likes cheering for (translation: embarrassing) him?

Hi, Admin Anesthesia here! Yes of course you can! Thank you so much for requesting. Here it is and I hope you enjoy! -------------- Content Warnings: None

Trigger Warnings: None

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You have always known that Zenitsu was a pessimist from the thousands of hours he complained to you.

To be honest, you believed the hours he spent complaining to you could've been used for training, but what do you know?

Zenitsu definitely throws the nearest object near him at you every time you mention that he could be training instead of complaining to you

But you know everything about his complaining comes from his insecurities of not being able to protect you (despite you being older and being able to defend yourself as another Demon Slayer)

So what you do instead of forcing him to train is: embarrass him whenever he does something small (just to get his self-esteem up)

It starts off small with you going "LET'S GO ZENITSU" at the top of your lungs whenever he eats food

If looks could kill, you'd be dead every time you scream it

Knowing how priceless his look is, you start to escalate it, making your cheers worse as the task gets harder

When he's walking, you act like you're his biggest fan

The way his cheeks turn so red is so amusing to you

He punched you in the arm once because of how embarrassed he got

However, he immediately apologized despite you not being hurt at all

You literally make a poster to hold up every time that he talks to Nezuko normally and without being a weirdo

The poster says "CONGRATS ON NOT INTERNALLY COMBUSTING WHEN A CUTE GIRL TALKS TO YOU"

He rips up the poster the day after you use it the first time

You make another one and hide it so he can't find it

Tanjiro and Inosuke catch on almost immediately after you make cheering for Zenitsu a thing

ZENITSU THINKS THE WAY THEY JOIN IN ON THE CHEERING ALMOST IMMEDIATELY IS FOUL

You and the two boys make a Zenitsu fan club and try to get every Demon Slayer in on the joke

Many of them join, even if they don't know who Zenitsu is

When Zenitsu's training on a rare occasion, guess who's there cheering for him every time he hits the stationary dummy

It's you, Tanjiro, and Inosuke (and sometimes even some other people of the fan club if they're not busy)

You scream the loudest out of the three of you because you really are proud of him (and also because you love seeing how embarrassed he gets)

At one point, he lashes out at you for being so annoying, but you know that even though Zenitsu's mad, it is increasing his self-esteem and you continue to do it

When Zenitsu goes on the mission to Mount Natagumo, you find yourself holding your breath over the possibility that he may not return, but Zenitsu's scared pessimism brings you back to reality because you're back to cheering for him

You tell him that you'll be waiting for him to come back so you can wave a sign in his face about how good of a job he did

While Zenitsu is fighting the spider demon, he finds himself saying he's going to die and that he wasn't worthy to be a Demon Slayer

However, he remembers what you've always done for him and why he even became a Demon Slayer in the first place and he perseveres

Despite all that happens, he calms himself by remembering what you've always done for him

He knows that you're counting on him to come back and he knows that the first reason you became a Demon Slayer was to protect you, so if he couldn't protect himself through the same training you were given to protect him, how could he expect to protect you?

He continues to breathe slowly for you, knowing that the longer he stays alive, the more time it gives for someone to save him and bring him back to his older sister

You hear about what happened to Zenitsu through Shinobu

When you rush to where he was staying, you stay by his side until he wakes up

When he does, you can't help but be all over him and tell him how much you were worried

He just smiles and goes "where's the sign you promised me?" and you know that things are amazing

You just laugh and hug him because of how worried you were

"Seriously though, where's the sign?"

"In my room."

"Great, because I don't think I can go a day without the Zenitsu fan club again. Especially since I'm gonna need to go through a lot of training to regain my strength and heal."

Requesting for both me and Hurricane are open, the rules are here, so please make sure to check them out before requesting. My fandoms are here and Hurricane's are here. Thanks for reading and have a great day!

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[heli0s-writes]

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A/N: Stucky (primarily Steve)/Reader. 2k words of idkwhatthisisi’msorry. There was a prompt from six months ago that I wrote this for but I lost the message and I can’t remember! All mistakes are my own, please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You wake up in scattered shock.

Knee-jerk reaction to fast hands sliding between your thighs, fingers carelessly ticking sensitive skin.

You wake up to a groggy voice, slurred with sleep and raspy-raw.

“Baby,” it croaks from between your legs, “Honey, sweetheart, sugar. Please, please, please let me eat your pussy.”

Wha—

A few disbelieving blinks as you scrabble for your bearings—can’t see shit—still dark—head throbbing.

“Oh god, I wanna sosososo bad,” and then hands are between your knees, spreading your legs apart. “So… damn... tasty. Uh-huh… Come to daddy.”

Who the fuck is—damn it, Bucky.

In the dead hour of four-something when nothing should be moving so intentionally, an unsteady moan tumbles out of him when he starts groping for your ass.

“Buck!” You whisper, kicking your leg to shake him off. Grabbing the covers with one hand, you reach under with the other, swatting his head and trying to get a firm hold on him. Slippery fucking man.

He pauses for a second before his body goes limp, half hanging off the foot of the bed and you groan at his weight. Idiot boy. Two hundred pounds of horny somnambulist dropping like an anchor on your poor legs.

Fiddling now with how to get him back up to his regular spot, you try to do it quietly, the warmth radiating next to your left shoulder a compelling incentive. Even with your wits barely about you, you know better than to wake—

“Whassit? Whas goin’ on?”

Steve. Ah.

“Nothing,” you sigh, reaching over and stroking his arm absently, one foot tapping against Bucky’s waist to urge him upward. “He’s just sleep-talking again.”

Steve makes a groggy noise of comprehension. “Sleep-talking or sleep-fucking?”

“Just sleeping now. Ugh… didn’t mean to wake you.”

He’d come in late again—meetings and paperwork keeping him well after hours. Not even able to do it from home, which would have been nice. At least here you could make sure he was eating, or drinking enough water, or at least be in the presence of good company.

Instead, you and Buck watched a movie, took a few rounds of shots (because he likes the taste and how you look dancing all over the coffee table), fooled around in the kitchen, and turned in around two—Steve nowhere in sight. Some jobs were Captain-Only, which meant you’d have to make peace with being useless.

That’s generally not a task that goes over well. The amount of untamed energy Bucky exudes without Steve’s guidance is… close to being categorized as a natural disaster and trying to stay up with him is always a double-edged sword. Lots of fun, sure, but he requires less sleep than you do and can finagle you into getting piss drunk with a single smirk.  

“Wish you’d been more responsible.” Bone-tired and Steve’s still bossy. His arm is heavy as it snakes over your tummy. “You know he needs direction.”

“Hey, I tried.”

“Issat right? That why your panties’re on the counter? Shirt in the sink, too. Come home close to four and still gotta clean up after the two of you.”

His raspy breath tickles, plump lips crushed just below your ear—enough to start a chain reaction of shudders.

“Go back to sleep,” you huff, embarrassed. It was only a few hours ago so your head’s still a bit fuzzy—vague memory of playful touches before hearing, hop up, baby, from Bucky. And you, tittering and zealous the whole way, kissing him like he’d never been kissed before.

YouTube blinking on the T.V., stuck on some ad because the streaming’s a snail’s pace from when Steve set up the internet and tried to pinch pennies at the same time. Bucky’s specially crafted “Wine, Dine, and Sixty-Nine” playlist refusing to load even half a song afterwards so neither of you could spare your neighbors from hearing all the noises.

Hopefully the laughter was loudest, and not the primal fucking, or the crashing when you slipped off the counter and knocked Bucky on his ass.  

You giggle at that. Years and years together and some nights still feel brand new.

“Have fun without me?”

There’s no real jealousy in Steve’s voice, but there is greed behind the question. A single night away and he acts like he’s never been kissed either.

Your eyes start fluttering when his fingers curl around your hipbone. Je-sus. Hell. It’s too late—early—for this.

You grumble his name, asking him to save it for a couple more hours when your brain doesn’t feel pried free, but, Captain-Only mode activated and he’s not deterred. A bloodhound on a fresh trail.

The hand on your hip turns inward and you’re suddenly aware of him pressed against your body, that hot line of him, pulsing on your upper thigh. He tilts forward, one knee rubbing up your leg. Bucky stirs a little and makes another declaration about how he’s fit for the CEO position of Eating Your Ass, but nothing more after that.

“He do you good?” Steve wonders, apparently not giving a fuck about whether Bucky’s dead or alive down there and instead only worried about repositioning you, rolling you on your side, “That why you’re so happy to get me out of the house? So you two can fool around unchecked as much as you want?”

“Steve, you know damn well—"

His hand slips around the side of your neck, four thick fingers drumming over the ridges of your throat. “Watch your mouth,” he whispers, “before you get yourself into any more trouble.”

He gets mean without enough sleep. And no one would ever guess, but other than working over some poor punching bag that’ll never see the light of day after he gets his hands on it, Captain America likes to fuck it out. You and Buck have properly come out of a few sessions barely alive, feeling like two ends of a slinky that’s taken one too many tumbles down a flight of stairs.

You squirm as he palms your bottom with his free hand, kneading the bare flesh a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts can’t cover.

“Gotta be quiet,” he tells you gently, “Can’t wake him, can we.” Christ help you. What a time to play a game. You mumble under your breath, “Do I have a choice?”

A prod at your already sore entrance, and Steve says, annoyingly convinced, “I think you’ve already made your choice.”

He stills for a second when Bucky flops around on the mattress and then he starts pressing his mouth to your back, your shoulder, other hand holding you steady with expertise. It’s Steve’s favorite position when he wants to be in charge—you, writhing and turned away, usually leaned about 50 degrees and pawing at Bucky’s chest—this morning, feebly snatching sheets instead.

It doesn’t take any buildup. He’s achingly ready; you’re willingly wet. Clothes moved just enough out of the way and his two fingers slide upward, pushing barely to spread you before he quickly replaces it with something much thicker. It’s only been a few seconds. He’s too fast for you to get a word in edgewise, your brain still muddled, body cooperative.

“Huh,” Steve mumbles, slowly feeling his way into position, “A bit fucked loose, aren’t you?”

“Steve,” you hiss in reply, clenching up reflexively the same time mortification bursts across your scrunched- up face. “Don’t say that.”

“Hush, baby.”

“I’m trying—”

“Try harder.” And he’s evil incarnate, you swear. Satan himself packaged up in the neat body of a demigod. He rolls his hips slowly until the tops of his thighs are pressed against your ass, fingers holding so tight you think he’s going to spear right into bone. “Stay still or you’re gonna knee Buck in the cheek.”

You twist your head around, instead, shaking your chin free from his hand, hoping that once he sees your pitiful expression, he’ll find it in his heart to maybe not pound you into oblivion with bells on.

Of course, Steve’s not looking anywhere but down the line of your back and further to where he’s opening you up, bottom lip tucked into his teeth.

You constantly rib him about how he’s making up for all the years he spent with the two working eyes of a mole so now he’ll break his neck to watch. Bucky’s confirmed it multiple times to Steve’s chagrin, cackling at the way Steve goes purple defending himself. You love the stories they tell and retell; you try to spend most your time making up for all those years you weren’t there to find out.

Who isn’t in this relationship? Violently horny like teenagers, the three of you, spending every idle hour mishandling for each other like it’s the first time. Excitement primeval like animals in heat, apparently instinctual enough for one of you to do it in his sleep. Years and years and it still feels brand new.

The bed’s rocking surprisingly moderately for Steve’s usual pace, and it’s a bit heartwarming to know that he’s doing it because he really doesn’t want to wake Bucky, but he ramps up his game. He starts whispering again, meaner, hotter, the damn mouth on Steve Rogers continuing to give you hell this early morning.

He pinches your nipple hard, letting you gasp at the brief sting before he goes back up to your chin, your mouth, and then he puts the entire hand over it.

“Quiet. Not another fucking word out of you. Gotta teach you how to behave this morning, don’t I?” He’s working himself up, working you over, even pulling you back on him by the hips and then wiggling you up and down on him like he’s adjusting you on a saddle. Motherfucker.

Your toes curl, knees grinding, legs folding up to get simultaneously closer and away from him and it feels—it feels so excruciatingly good—the effortless glide of his cock, the burn of friction dragging itself out the more you wriggle. Whatever indelicate sounds falling out of your mouth are getting mashed back in, Steve ramming himself into your body, shaking your brain further loose.

He’s probably louder than he intends to be—you know how he gets when he’s close— bombs could be dropping two feet away and Steve Rogers would hear nothing but the roar of his own wanting, chasing it until he crashes into bits. You’re chasing too, both hands clamped around his wrist, arching your back to near breaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “That’s it, that’s good, baby. Ugnn—back up on me, stay—right there.”

More uneven jerking, he releases your face and starts rubbing your clit, saying, you like it like this? Like me givin’ it to you good like this? And you’re shaking in his arms, the both of you tipping over the edge.

-

“I wasn’t serious,” Steve says later after a few moments, lips all soft and gentle on your neck, rather than fierce like before, “Bout you bein’—” you can feel him shrugging, “Y’know… fucked loose.” He whispers the last part like it’s a sin.

You snort, “You turning decent on me? After railing me to death?”

“You sound pretty lively to me.” He pokes your side, “I just… woke up and remembered how much I missed you last night.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got both of us here—shit!”

“Steeeeeve,” and the sound of it slaps both you back to reality. Sleep-smashed, more tipsy than any alcohol could make him, Bucky’s giggles break the steady pattern of muffled conversation. His vibranium hand pats around for a new destination, undeterred by the disruption of his previous mission.

You can’t believe it. He’s still asleep.

“Steeeevie,” Bucky mewls again, “Lemme— lemme suck your dick, sweetheart.”

What a menace. Your shoulders start quivering as you poorly hold it back, pfffftppblffpt’s kickstarting Steve into a tizzy right alongside you.

Bursting laughter finally wakes him up. Bucky yelps once, twice, flailing like a cat caught unawares and rolls himself right off the goddamn bed.

Two hundred pounds of newly conscious pervert wallops the hardwood floor and you’re sure the entire apartment complex—if they didn’t hear the ruckus last night—certainly heard it this morning.

#marvel #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #smut #marvel smut #reader insert #mcu

[4stars-uswnt]

To Be in Love With Your Best Friend [Kelley O’Hara]

requested by @13uswntimagines​: Prequel to “What a Night Out Can Lead To”… one of them kissing the other and that’s how they officially start dating

A/N: this is a PREQUEL to What a Night Out Can Lead To, but you don’t need to read it to understand this one (but you definitely should ;)). ok i actually really enjoy writing this universe and so expect to see a sequel of sorts (which comes from another brilliant idea from @13uswntimagines​) also....i think this might be my longest imagine yet but idk

You slide into your bus seat after training and wait for your best friend to join you. This was your fourth national team camp, so although you had some experience and were a seasoned soccer player, having played in high school and at Stanford, you were still somewhat new on the USWNT.

“Hey loser.” Kelley smiles, plopping down in the seat next to you.

“Hey, Kel.” You return a smile, leaning your head on your best friend’s shoulder.

“You had a great practice today. I’m sure you’ll be getting regular call ups now.” She wraps her arm around your body and runs her hand through your hair.

“You think so?” You look up, with eager eyes.

“Mhm. You’ve been playing great, like always.” Kelley affirms, squeezing your shoulder. “Probably because you’ve been playing with me for the past nine years.” She adds, smirking.

You scoff, picking your head up to scoff at your best friend. “Yeah right. If anything that’s why I didn’t get called up before.” You tease her, sticking your tongue out.

“Oh? Is that right?” Kelley raises her eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, one that you were all too familiar with.

“No, Kelley, don’t!” You put your hands up and move back against the window, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you.

“You asked for it…” Kelley sings, as she reaches for your sides and starts to tickle you.

“Ah, Kel, stop!” You gasp between giggles. “I can’t breath, ahhh stop!”

“Say ‘Kelley is awesome and the best friend ever’ and I’ll stop.” The freckled woman bargains, still tickling you.

You could barely speak, as you were laughing so hard, but you manage to breath out the sentence. “You’re awesome and the best friend ever!”

With that, Kelley retracts her hands, and you catch your breath. “See, now was that so hard?” She jests.

“I hate you.” You scowl and pout, crossing your arms.

“No you don’t.” She sings, placing a sloppy kiss onto your cheek.

You feel your face warm at the gesture, as you playfully roll your eyes at your best friend. For the rest of the bus ride, the two of you make small conversation, just enjoying each other’s presence.

—————

Later that evening, as you were finishing up dinner, you hear a chime from your phone, and a text from your mom pops up on your screen.

Reading what your mom had sent you, you can’t help but chuckle. You reach out to nudge Kelley, who’s leaning over to ask Tobin something. As the defender is finishing her conversation, you continue to poke her side, wanting her attention.

“What do you want?” Kelley light-heartedly snaps, slapping your hands away.

“My mom texted. She’s gonna call me later and wants to talk to you.” You explain, waving your phone for her to see.

“Hah!” Kelley laughs, throwing her head back. “I knew I was (Y/M/N)’s favorite.”

“Shut up, Kel.” You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at your best friend. “So, stop by around 8?” You look up and ask, as Kelley gets up from the table.

“I’ll be there.” She softly smiles and leans down to kiss the top of your head before leaving the room with Alex, Allie, Tobin, and Christen.

You go to finish your dinner, but before you could take another bite, you notice Julie smirking at you from across the table.

“What?” You tilt your head and put your fork down.

“You and Kelley are so cute.” She coos.

“Uh…thanks?” You furrow your eyebrows, taking a bite of your food.

“Have you two been dating since college or like when did you start dating?”

At that, you choke on your food. You cough and take a sip of water, as you try to regain your composure. “Kelley and I aren’t dating.” You sputter out.

“You’re not?” Julie frowns, and you shake your head. “Oh, sorry. I just assumed, seeing the way the two of you interact and how you look at each other.”

You feel a blush creeping up your neck and flushing your face. As you think back to the past several years of your friendship with Kelley, you couldn’t help but as yourself: did you have feelings for your best friend?

Noticing your silence and anxiousness, Julie softly speaks up. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I did’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, J, you’re good.” You give her a small smile. “I think I’m gonna head up.” You stand up to clear your plate, your appetite suddenly gone.

“(Y/N/N),” The blonde midfielder calls after you, “you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, J.” You nod, before you make your way up to your hotel room.

—————

You spend the next couple hours surfing the TV channels, overthinking, and pacing your room. Thank goodness Crystal was in Julie’s room, or else she’d definitely think you were having a mental crisis, which in a way you were. As you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, trying to distract yourself from your consuming thoughts, you hear a knock on your door. You glance at the clock and realize it’s almost 8 o’clock, meaning that that is probably Kelley.

Making your way to open the door, you hear a muffled shout from the other woman. “Hurry up, (Y/N/N)!” She knocks a couple more times.

“I’m coming, chill.” You mutter under your breath and swing open the door.

Kelley bursts through and skips right past you, jumping onto your bed. “So, what have you been up to?”

“Get your dirty feet off my bed.” You swat her legs, and she slips her shoes off. “Nothing much. Just been relaxing.”

“Chill.” She hums. “So, when’s your mom calling?”

You open your mouth, but before you could respond, your phone starts ringing. “Now, I guess.”

You tap the screen and put her on speaker phone. “Hey mom.”

“Hi, sweetie!” Your mom’s cheerful voice echos through the phone. “How’d the first day of camp go?”

“Pretty good. We had training earlier and some fitness testing.”

“Well, that’s fun.” You could practically hear your mom’s smile. Your parents had always been supportive of your decision to pursue soccer as a full time career, and you were extremely grateful. They would always come to your games and cheer you on, being the loudest ones in the stands. “Your father wanted me to tell you that he sent you some stuff for your apartment, and it should be arriving in Utah in a week or so.”

“Awesome, thanks. I’ll be sure to text him.”  

“Is Kelley there?”

“Hey Mama (Y/L/N)!” Kelley exclaims, leaning closer to your phone. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, sweetie. How’ve you been?” Your mom coos.

“Good, good. Camps have been much better now that your daughter’s making a regular appearance.” The defender smirks, nudging you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Aw, Kel, you’re too sweet.” Your mom lets out a loud laugh. “Oh yeah! I wanted to tell you: my Beat Everybody sweatshirt came! I’ll have to send you a picture.”

You find yourself intently observing the freckled woman, as you listen to Kelley and your mom have a conversation, and it hits you like a truck. You were in love with your best friend.

Crap.

—————

The next day, you did your best avoiding Kelley, choosing a different passing partner and even going as far as switching bus seats. To say Kelley was utterly confused would be a massive understatement.

As she watches you slide into the seat next to Allie, she frowns and her brows furrow.

Alex sits down next to Kelley and pulls her earbud out. “Wanna tell me why (Y/N) asked me to switch seats with her? Did you two have a fight?”

“I don’t know! She’s been avoiding pretty much all day. She switched seats with Crystal on the way to training, didn’t talk to me at all during practice, and now this. I don’t know what happened or what I did.” Kelley whines, rubbing her forehead.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Worms.” Alex frowns sympathetically at her friend and offers a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Maybe she just had a bad day or something, and doesn’t wanna talk about?” The forward offers.

“Maybe, but I’m her best friend. Why wouldn’t she come to me?”

“I couldn’t tell you, Kel. Just give her some space and let her come to you.” Alex suggests, and the defender nods.

“Yeah, alright. I can do that.” She whispers to herself. “Time and space.”

—————

Kelley had given you your time and space for the rest of yesterday and all morning, but she was starting to get anxious and frustrated. You were still avoiding her and didn’t even come to her room for your pregame ritual that you’d done for every game since you were in college.

You had once again asked one of your teammates to switch seats on the bus ride over to the stadium. Seeing you sitting with Julie just made Kelley angry, her patience worn thin. But she didn’t have time to grovel, as there was a game to be played, an important one at that versus Spain.

—————

It was about the 86th minute, and the game was tied 1-1, Alex scoring off an assist from Christen in the first half, and Jenni coming back early in the second half for an equalizer.

You watch, as Lindsey plays a diagonal ball out wide to Tobin, and you make a run to the top of the 18. Tobin does what she does best, splitting two defenders, and sends a high cross into the box. You sprint onto ball, the change of speed losing your defender. Jumping in the air, you connect your head with the ball and nod it down into the lower left-hand corner.

You throw your hands up, as Christen crashes into you for a bone crushing hug. Alex and Tobin join in for the group hug, patting you on the head. As you make your way up the field, back to center, your other teammates give you high-fives and side hugs.

You see Kelley approaching you, ready to do your traditional goal celebration. You give her a small smile, and the two of you do your secret handshake. No matter how confused or angry you were or if you were avoiding her, you would always do your secret handshake goal celebration, as it was a representation of your long lasting friendship and constancy in each other’s lives.

The game restarts, and for the last four minutes, plus two minutes of extra time, Spain frantically tries to score another equalizer. But they come up short, as the referee blows her whistle, signaling the end of the match and another USWNT victory.

The team crowds you, the subs sprinting from the sidelines, and celebrates with a giant group hug. A huge grin breaks out on your face, as Megan picks you up from behind.

“What a goal, (Y/N)! That’s what I’m talking about.” She exclaims, putting you down on the ground.

“Thanks, Megan.” You turn around, smiling.

After the team huddle, where Vlatko congratulates everybody on the win, you all head back to the locker room to shower and pack up.

Making your way onto the bus, you notice Kelley already sitting in her seat, occupied by something on her phone. You walk down the aisle and apprehensively take your place in your usual seat. Sensing your presence, Kelley looks up, surprised to see you seating next to her.

“Hey.” You say, nervousness leaking through your voice.

“Hi.” She whispers.

The two of you sit in an uncomfortable and unfamiliar silence between you, before Kelley breaks it.

“Can we talk when we get back to the hotel?”

You nod, not trusting words to come out of your mouth, and you go back to sitting in silence, the only noise coming from the rest of your teammates.

—————

Once you get back to the hotel, you follow Kelley up to her room. You each set down your bags and take a seat across from each other, one of you sitting on each bed.

“So what do you wanna talk about?” You ask, fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves.

“Really?” Kelley looks at you disbelievingly.

“What?”

“You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Talking about? Kel, you haven’t said anything. Why are you so upset?”

“I haven’t said anything?!” Kelley stands up, waving her hands in the air frustratedly. “You’ve barley spoken to me for the past two days. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me. My best friend ignores pretty much my entire existence for two days, so yeah, that’s why I’m upset.”

You hang your head, ashamed of your actions, knowing there’s no way you could possibly explain your actions to her.

“You still have nothing to say?” Kelley laughs sarcastically. “Like what the hell, (Y/N)? You don’t talk to me, you ask our teammates to switch seats with you on the bus, and you just completely avoid me. Is this because I hogged your conversation with your mom? Because if it is, I’m sorry, but you could’ve just told me. Like what did I do wrong? Just tell me, (Y/N), because I can’t go any longer with you—”

You stand up and place both your hands on her cheeks, bringing her in for a kiss, effectively cutting off her rambling. Kelley doesn’t kiss back, too shocked by your actions, so you pull away, regret and embarrassment written across your face.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll just go.” You turn to leave and save yourself from embarrassing yourself even further, but Kelley grabs your wrist, pulling you back into her body, connecting your lips again.

You feel yourself melt into the kiss, as your lips move languidly against each other. Pulling away, you rest your forehead against hers and let out a watery laugh.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for almost eight years.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I took a body shot off of you at that frat party our sophomore year.” Kelley confesses.

“I really love you, Kel. Like I’m in love with you.” You whisper, a tear leaking down your cheek.

“I really love you, too, (Y/N/N).” She gently wipes the wetness from your face, as you move your hands to play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “Is that why you were avoiding me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, biting your lip. “And I am so sorry for doing that.” You remove yourself from her embrace, frustrated with yourself. “It’s just— Julie had assumed we were dating after watching us interact a couple of days ago at dinner, and it just made me think about my feelings. And I realized that I’m in love with you and have been for years, but you’re my best friend, so I was scared I was gonna lose you.” You look down at your feet, unable to meet the other woman’s eyes.

Kelley takes a few steps, so she’s now standing in front of you. “(Y/N), will you please look at me?”

You still refuse to look up, so Kelley puts her finger under your chin, lifting your head, your eyes meeting her green orbs.

“There she is.” The defender smiles, taking your hand in hers. “(Y/N), I understand, I really do, because I’ve felt the same way. I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I didn’t say anything. But I’m so glad that we’re here now because I can finally express all my love for you.” She kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around her body.

“And I hope you know,” Kelley adds, “you’re never going to lose me, no matter what.”

“I love you, Kel.” Your eyes soft and full of love.

“I love you too, loser.” She pulls you closer into her body, as the two of you enjoy each other’s embrace.

Leaning your head against Kelley’s chest, you feel her chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Your mom is gonna have a field day.”

You giggle, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks. “Yeahhh, she’s been bugging and teasing me about my crush for years.”

“Ah, so that’s why I’m her favorite.” Kelley playfully boasts, and you slap her shoulder.

“Hey!” She grabs where you hit her. “That hurt!”

“No it didn’t.” You roll your eyes, as Kelley pouts with her best puppy-dog eyes. “Oh, stop it. You’re a big baby.”

“Yeah, but I’m your big baby?” She says hopefully.

“Hmmm,” you pretend to think, “only if you take me out on a proper date. Tomorrow after the match? Say, 8?”

“I think I can do that.” Kelley smirks, leaning down to kiss you, but you stop her with your finger against her lips.

“Hey, there. I don’t kiss before the first date.” You turn and grab your stuff.

“But—But what about before?” The freckled defender fumbles.

Now, it’s your turn to smirk. “Just think of that as making up for lost time. But no more freebies” You give her a wink. “See you later, Kel.”

You shut the door, leaving behind a stunned love-struck Kelley O’Hara. Before heading back to your own hotel room, you lean back against the door, soaking in all that just happened. You smile, feeling your heart explode.

How lucky you were to fall in love with your best friend.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara imagines #uswnt #kelley o'hara

[marauders-aesthetic]

Here is a short one shot I wrote. I hope you guys like it ! It’s a Sirius and reader one shot when they are still in Hogwarts !

Sirius and Y/N : the stars listen

My name is Y/N, and I’m a Gryffindor 6th year. So before I start this story which is the story of me and my friend Sirius... yes Sirius as in Sirius Black, brother of Regulus Black, the famous Marauder and best friend of James Potter... that Sirius Black...

So I should begin by telling you a bit about myself. I am a Muggle born which means that when I first got my letter from Hogwarts I was ecstatic... this was the best news I had ever heard. I met Sirius on the train with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter and we became friends. I was always closer to Sirius, he was the first one to tell me about his family problems.... I remember it like it was yesterday... It was the summer holidays of our 3rd year.. I had gone home and was in the back garden reading a book Remus had recommended when I heard a noise coming from a bush... I got up and Sirius came out of it all bloody and panting for breath. I let go of everything and took him in my arms. He rested in my room and I felt a pinch. My heart was beating fast.... he was delirious from the pain. I helped him the best I could... I remember the tears and the pain he felt... I remember every word of our exchange... and what I remember the most was that ... that day ... that hot summer day .... I realised that .... I was in love with my best friend.... I felt the pain ... his pain .... I was irrevocably in love with the infamous Sirius Black.

That summer, he would come to my house and we would spend hours talking. That summer was the best summer of my life.

So now you have a bit of a back story I can start the story.

It started when Slughorn asked us to make Amortentia as he always like to do with his 6th years. I was partnered up with Lily Evans, my girl best friend and roommate. We made the potion with a little help from her old friend Severus. She wasn’t talking to him really ... and I understood why .... he had called her a Mudblood ... that word .... I had been called it a few times but Sirius would always come and defend me. I always loved that about him ... he was a pure blood but he always defended the ones who weren’t like him.

The class went on and our potion was done. Professor Slughorn came up to us to congratulate us.

⁃ well done !! Well done !! Could I ask you to tell me what you smell miss Y/L/N ?

⁃ I ... I ... mmm I smell ...lemon... pine... smoke ... something old .... a record shop .... and .... sorry ...

I stopped right there .. I was smelling Sirius’s cologne. Lily looked at me oddly....

⁃ Y/N ..

⁃ class dismissed !

I walked out as fast as I could. I loved Lily but she could sometimes be a nosy Parker.

It was the last lesson of the day so I walked to the library and took out a book.

I stayed there until dinner time. It was always quiet this time of year, because mid term exams were over. As I walked into the Great Hall I saw a my table, the Gryffindor table being the loudest as usual.

⁃ Y/N !!!!, shouted James, get over here now !!!

⁃ WHAT ????, I shouted back and laughed.

I sat down at my usual stop next to Remus and opposite Sirius who was laughing with James

⁃ what did I miss ?, I asked with a smile

⁃ Sirius’s got a new girl that’s what !!, shouted James

My smile faded away immediately but I put it back on. I couldn’t let it get to me.

⁃ oh wow ... congrats Pads !

⁃ Thanks N/N !

⁃ How come you never told me ?, I asked

⁃ Sorry N/N you were so busy with your revisions that i forgot !, he said with that grin that always made the butterflies in my stomach explode.

⁃ Well who is she come on ? Tell us !, I said trying to be the best best friend I could ever be.

So he started to tell us about her eyes, her hair... i blocked out most of what he was saying .... it was hard ... very hard ... i had never seen him talk about a girl like

this before ... i felt a pain in my chest,the same

pain ... i felt every time James would recount his best mates love adventures or how Sirius got a date with this girl or that Ravenclaw Prefect ... i got up.

⁃ Y/N ? are you ok ?, asked Remus

⁃ yeah ! sorry ! i forgot to do a homework for Binns ! i'll meet you in the common room !

I walked out really fast.. I had ran up to the astronomy tower.. the astronomy tower ... it was my sanctuary... I would go up every time I felt down or .... I sat down and let my legs dangle of the top. I looked up at the stars.. Sirius had taught me all of them... the names of the constellations... my favorite was ... of course ... Sirius ! The dog constellation !

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks... Merlin ! Don’t I look pathetic ... crying over a boy ... a boy I love ...

⁃ you know ... you should really look out and keep an ear out for strangers listening in on you !

I jumped and looked around to see non other than Remus Lupin

⁃ what do you want Remus ?, I said drying a tear away.

⁃ Well ... you know you can always talk to me ! I know the stars listen but ... maybe a friendly face might help ..

⁃ how much of it did you hear ?

⁃ Well let’s say I’m shocked no one else at school hasn’t heard your confession or your undying love for our favorite dog

⁃ You better not say anything Remus ‘

⁃ Ok ok ... chill ... but you know ... maybe you should tell him

⁃ Who ?

⁃ Y/N !

⁃ Good night Remus !

I walked down the stairs and got back to the common room. I couldn’t see Sirius... well it was probably for the best.

I walked up the stairs and got into my dorm... the girls were fast asleep as I got under the covers... I was welcomed with open by Morpheus.

As I woke up the next day, I went down to have breakfast with Marlene, who kept talking about Dorcas and her plan for their perfect date. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t jealous of them. They had both found each other and were perfect for one another.

So I listened to Marls and gave her advice :

⁃ you know .... Instead of buying her something why not make her a nice thing !

⁃ That’s a really good idea N/N ! Thanks !

⁃ You’re welcome !

We sat down and started to have breakfast. Dorcas joined us with Lily.

⁃ where were you last night ?, asked Lily

⁃ Oh mmmm I....

⁃ probably went looking for a dark, tall, handsome man..., said Marlene with her eyebrows going up and down.

⁃ I don’t know what you are talking about !, I said drinking my pumpkin juice trying to hide my blush.

⁃ Come on ! It’s obvious you like him !, answered Dorcas

⁃ Leave it !, I said

⁃ Guys guys guys ! If N/N doesn’t want to talk about it ! Then let’s not pressure them ...

⁃ thanks Lily !

⁃ Although.... yesterday during potions... you did describe the scent....

⁃ who described what ?, asked Sirius sitting down next to me

⁃ Nothing ! Aren’t you supposed to be at practice ?, I asked

⁃ James caught a cold and is in bed !, he said taking a sip of my juice

⁃ Oh ... is he alright ?, asked Lily

I smirked at my best friend and he nodded:

⁃ why don’t you go and see him ?, I said with a smirk

Lily went as red as her hair, Sirius and I snickered

⁃ well ... while Lily tries and understand her complex feelings ... want to come to Hogsmeade ?, asked Padfoot

⁃ Yeah sure.... I’ll get my purse, I exclaimed

⁃ Great ! Meet you at the front !

I ran up to my dorm. I got my prettiest coat and put my purse. I arrived at the front of Hogwarts out of breath to see Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Peter, Remus.... and Sirius with his girlfriend... Eloise.... she was a Ravenclaw 5th year... she had blond hair and green eyes... she was pretty... not like me... I had to stop my staring.... really Y/N.... stop thinking about him... he’s got a girlfriend... Merlin !

⁃ ready to go ?, asked my best friend

⁃ Mmm yeah... sure ! Hey Eloise !

⁃ Hey Y/N !

The afternoon was spent watching my best friend snogging in one of the booths in the Three Broomsticks... I wanted to vomit... I had to hold the urge.... Remus was there with me the whole time... we were about to leave when Sirius came up to us.

⁃ hey ! Eloise wants to stay a bit longer ! I’ll catch up with you guys in the common room ok ?

⁃ Yeah sure ! Whatever !, I said

⁃ Y/N ! What’s wrong ?, he asked concern in his eyes

⁃ Nothing ! Don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting !, I spit back

I walked away. When The castle was in full view, ran leaving my friends behind me. I wanted to be left alone... the boy I have loved for so long...

this was pathetic I knew it... I looked at the picture frame ... it was of me and Sirius... we were laughing at one of James’s bad jokes.

I had to put it down...I can’t watch it anymore... I can’t help it.... he’s the reason for the tear drops on my guitar... Godric now I’m quoting Taylor Swift songs...

I hadn’t realised it was time for dinner... I looked at the clock and I had missed dinner... I went downstairs hearing laughters. I watched my friends around the fire... Lily was next to James taking care of him... of course he was loving it... that crazy stag !

I saw Remus listening to Peter talking about Merlin knows what... Sirius was watching the flammes in the fireplace. I walked past them and out of the portrait. I walked to the place I loved.. you guessed it... the astronomy tower... the stars were out, the sky was clear and the moon was in a nice croissant.

⁃ why won’t you love me ? ... I’ve always been there for you ... Why !!!!! Why won’t you listen to me stars !!!!

⁃ Who are you talking to ??, asked Padfoot

I turned around quickly seeing my best friend with his hair down.. a gust of wind made his hair twirl around his gorgeous face... I couldn’t help but blush... I turned around to look at the castle grounds... I felt him come close to me.

⁃ what are you doing here all on your own... ?

⁃ I needed the air ! Why aren’t you with Eloise ?

⁃ It’s past curfew you know ?

⁃ Oh really ? I was lost in thought !!

⁃ Yeah ... talking to the stars ?

I was even more red than Lily’s hair ...

⁃ what are you talking about ?

⁃ Come on N/N ! I know you ! And I want you to know ...

⁃ what ??

I turned my head to look at him to feel his lips on mine... he had his hand on my jaw... I felt my eyes close to savour the moment. His lips tasted like fire whiskey and cigarettes... we broke appart and I looked into his grey eyes. He had a smirk on his face.

⁃ but.... I don’t understand ... what about Eloise...?

He smiled that toothy smile I loved so much...

⁃ you are really something you know ?, he whispered, I have always loved you ! N/N ! Eloise was helping me get your attention ! And I guessed it worked ... haha

I had my hands over my mouth, I felt tears starting to prickle down my eyes. I was happy...

⁃ hey hey hey ! Don’t cry beautiful !! What is it ?

⁃ I am happy ... these are happy tears ! I love you !!

I froze... I had said the “L” word before anything could happen... I messed up... I was about to leave when I felt his hand on my forearm... I looked up to see Sirius smiling and looking at me in a way I had never seen before.

⁃ I love you too dove ! I love you too !

I felt his lips back on mine and I smiled. Maybe the stars are listening. If you are thank you, thank you for making this possible.

The stars listen.

#sirius black x reader #james peter remus sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus x sirius #sirius and regulus #sirius and james #sirius x reader #marauders #the marauders

[intheticklecloset]

Big Windup Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the Big Windup sentence starters/coffee shots I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Most are Mihashi/Abe centered.

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1) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Yes,” Abe said absentmindedly, then realized who he was talking to and quickly retracted. “I mean, no!”

Tajima smirked at him. “Well, which is it? Yes or no?”

“Y-Yes, but…” Abe hesitated. He glanced around the dugout. Everyone was staring at him. “I…I’d rather you didn’t—” Suddenly he felt someone grabbing his sides and ribs from behind, startling a laugh out of him before he could whirl around. He stared incredulously at the perpetrator. “M-Mihashi?!”

Mihashi looked both like he wanted to die and like he had just become the happiest person on Earth. “Y-You’re ticklish, too, Abe?”

“Obviously!” Abe snapped. He didn’t usually try to intimidate the poor kid, but he most certainly was now. “Don’t touch me like that again!”

Then someone else hooked their arms under his, immobilizing him in an instant. Abe recognized Tajima’s voice as he told Mihashi to “get him!”

The pitcher hesitated for only a moment, then seemed to muster up his courage and go for it, reaching for his sides and ribs again.

Abe brought a knee up to try and defend himself, but standing on one leg while he was being tickled just wasn’t happening, and he quickly realized his only option was to surrender at this point. He tried to hold back his giggles as he did his best to snap, “K-Knohohohock it ohohohoff!”

“Get him, Mihashi!” Tajima countered, chuckling into the catcher’s ear. “Go for his hips – I bet he’s really ticklish there!”

“Don’t!” Abe barely had time to cry out before Mihashi was blindly following instructions, hitting – as Tajima had guessed – one of his worst spots with unpracticed but effective tickles. The catcher finally gave up the fight and laughed freely, struggling in their cleanup batter’s grip. “Stohohohohohop! Mihahahahahashi, plehehehease!”

Mihashi’s face turned bright pink and he quickly backed away, having reached his bravery limit for the day. Tajima let Abe go, ruffling his hair. “You should laugh more, dude! It’s a nice sound.”

Abe couldn’t bear to make eye contact with his pitcher. He covered up his mouth with the palm of his hand, grinning into it. Dang it, Tajima…!

*

2) Switches Hanai and Tajima

Tajima had started a new game during his off-time in the dugout, and he was having a blast with it. It had started as an accident; he’d meant to poke Hanai to get his attention, but Hanai turned just as his finger pressed into his spine, and the movement of his turning made Tajima’s finger slide down a little, drawing a startled yip out of the center fielder.

It was obvious it had been ticklish, and now Tajima wanted to know how many of his other teammates shared that reaction.

Mihashi was obvious. He jumped and yelped as he did all the time. It was nothing unusual for him to react so strongly. The others, though? The others didn’t seem to even notice. Five his teammates only jumped from surprise, or sometimes didn’t jump at all. They’d just turn to look at him oddly, and the conversation would flow onward like it hadn’t happened.

The only other two who seemed to react like it had tickled (besides Hanai and Mihashi) were Sakaeguchi and Oki. Having finished his rounds, Tajima decided to return to where it all began, finding excuses to swipe a finger down Hanai’s back any chance he got, making him yelp and flush and sometimes even giggle. Tajima was always keeping Hanai on his toes, but the team captain decided it was just about time for the tables to be turned.

One afternoon during a practice game against a neighboring school, Hanai snuck up behind Tajima and swiped a finger down his back in retaliation. He wasn’t disappointed when the cleanup hitter whirled around, a wobbly smile on his lips.

Hanai smirked. “So it tickles you, too, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, so?”

“It seems to me like you were asking for someone to try this on you.”

“Was not.” Tajima shrugged. “It was an accident, but then I had fun with it, so I kept messing with you guys. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh. Well, since I’ve got you all wound up now, allow me to help you relax.” Hanai grabbed Tajima’s ribs and pressed his fingers in, drawing a squealing giggle from his smaller teammate.

“Hanai! Wahahait, I’m not tehehehense!”

“Yeah, but I’m having fun with it, so I’m just going to keep messing with you.” The center fielder couldn’t help but chuckle himself at the silliness of it all. “Serves you right for being so cocky all the time.”

“Hahahahahanai!” Tajima cried, but he was beaming, and neither of them made any move to put an end to their newfound fun.

*

3) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Mihashi,” Abe grumbled, “you’ve got to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Mihashi whined back, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I’m trying to. I’ve been lying awake this entire time.”

Abe frowned. He’d woken up in the middle of the night and rolled over to see Mihashi staring at the ceiling, looking exhausted but still wide awake. He propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at the pitcher. “This isn’t like the nights before Mihoshi. Why are you so worked up?”

“It’s just…t-this team we’re playing…they’re really good.”

“And?”

“So I’m n-nervous that they’ll hit all my pitches.”

“They won’t.” Abe sighed. “Don’t you trust me by now?”

Mihashi looked at him in surprise, wide-eyed. “Of course I do! I trust you, Abe.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“It’s…it’s not that simple. Not for me.”

Abe was getting tired of this conversation. He sighed heavily and rolled over so he was sitting on Mihashi’s legs, yanking his blanket down to get at his ribs and underarms, tickling lightly. “Then let’s make it simple.”

“Eeep!” Mihashi squeaked, first trying to push Abe’s hands away, then opting to cover his mouth with them to keep his laughter quiet for the others in the room. He wiggled and giggled, begging as softly as he could. “Nohohohohoho! Abe, stohohohohop!”

“Not until I tire you out so much you can’t help but fall asleep.” Despite himself, Abe smirked at Mihashi’s smiling face, worming his fingers into his underarms and wiggling deep. Mihashi nearly launched himself off his bedroll for how hard he spasmed, laughter pouring from him in waves. Still, he kept his mouth covered up, determined not to wake anyone else.

“Plehehehehease! It tihihihihickles, Abe!”

“That’s kind of the point.”

Abe kept it up, kept tickling for several minutes until Mihashi’s giggles grew so tired he could barely get them out. When he finally let up and helped cover his pitcher in his blanket once more, it took less than a minute for his anxious friend to finally begin snoring. Abe smirked, satisfied, and Mihashi slept through the night with a smile on his face.

*

4) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

The bases were loaded, there were two outs, it was the bottom of the fifth inning, and the score was tied. But no one in the dugout was paying attention to that. Well, except for the coach, of course. All the boys who weren’t out on the field were staring at Abe, who had just let out the loudest shriek any of them had ever heard.

The poor catcher was blushing, too, which only made everyone stare harder.

Tajima wiped mirthful tears from his eyes, having been sent into hysterics laughing over the sound Abe let free. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he teased, patting him on the back. “I’ll be sure to remember that next time your temper flares up, buddy.”

“Shut up!” Abe snapped, shoving him away and turning his eyes back to the game. He ran a hand through his hair in embarrassed frustration but seemed determined to not be bothered by the stares around him.

Gradually the other boys turned back to the game as well, but even when Izumi hit a ground ball to advance Oki to home plate and take the lead, Mihashi’s focus never left his catcher. He hovered behind him nervously, working up the courage to take action. He’d really liked that sound; he wanted to hear it again, but he didn’t want to make Abe mad at him.

Then again, Abe was mad at him a lot.

As everyone congratulated Oki upon his reentering the dugout, Mihashi climbed up to stand beside Abe and grabbed his ribs from behind just as Tajima had done a moment ago, and just as he’d hoped, another shriek ripped from the catcher’s throat, followed by him whirling on the pitcher.

“Mihashi!”

Mihashi flinched, but surprisingly hung on to his courage long enough to tickle Abe’s ribs from the front this time, pushing him against the railing, trapping him in place.

The catcher’s eyes went wide in the split second before he burst into laughter, feeling the heat of his blush on his cheeks and ears. “Mihahahahahahashi! Stohohohohohohohop! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of a gahahahahahame!”

But no one else seemed to mind the fun scene unfolding before them. The other boys smiled and laughed along with him as Mihashi kept it up, too addicted to the sound of Abe’s helpless giggles to show mercy now.

*

5) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Did you just lie to me?”

Mihashi froze, eyes wide. Abe glared at him. “N-N-No…”

“Shino’oka told me that she gave you three rice balls instead of two, like I asked.” The catcher’s voice was even, but his eyes were hard. “And then you ‘politely declined’ the third one.”

“I…I didn’t…w-want to have…more than the rest of the team,” Mihashi managed, doing his best to get the words out despite his fear he was about to get yelled at. “I d-didn’t know you a-a-asked her to give me t-three…”

Abe leaned in close to his face. “She said she told you and you still refused to eat it.”

Mihashi gulped, averting his eyes. “I d-didn’t want to b-be unfair to the others.”

“This isn’t about fair or unfair. It’s not like we’re in a war and these rations are critical. It’s an extra rice ball to help you regain the weight you keep losing. You can’t go below 50, Mihashi. You’re small enough as it is.” Abe sighed angrily, standing up to his full height. “You know what I have to do now that you not only refused the extra food – which I know you can eat – but then lied to me about it.”

The pitcher flinched, expecting Abe to start yelling. Instead he felt fingers in his ribs and he burst into surprised laughter before he could even think about trying to reign it in. “Ahahahahahaha! A-Abe?!”

“I can feel your ribs, dude. This is ridiculous,” Abe growled, tickling him even harder, fingers pressing into the grooves between his ribs, making him cackle hysterically despite himself. “You’ve got to eat more! The next time Shino’oka gives you extra food, eat it. No one is going to beat you up for it. We all know you need to gain the weight.”

Mihashi grabbed his wrists, trying to pry him off but far too weak to do so. “Plehehehehease, Abe! S-Stohohohohop, I’m r-reheheheally t-t-tihihihihihicklish!”

Somehow, hearing those words seemed to calm the catcher just a bit. He smiled a little, his voice softening. “Are you, now? Then you should have no problem remembering this lesson the next time you feel like ‘politely declining’ an extra serving.”

*

6) Lee Tajima, Ler Abe

“Ehehehehehehahaha! Ahahahahabe, why?!” Tajima squealed, barely able to hold himself up with one arm while the other reached across his torso to try and pry the catcher’s fingers from his lower ribs. Ten seconds ago he’d been doing sit-ups, and now his normally serious teammate had his legs trapped so he couldn’t even kick him away.

Abe allowed a tiny smirk. “I’ve kind of gotten used to doing this to Mihashi when he’s out of sorts. Which is a lot, to be fair. I didn’t really think about it, but I do think you need it.” He reached his other hand over now, leaning on Tajima’s shins to grab at his hips and squeeze.

Tajima giggled hysterically, his arm shaking from the effort to keep himself up, desperately trying to grab his tickler’s arms to try and ease the sensations even a little. “Stohohohohohohop! I d-dohohohohohon’t need you to t-tihihihihickle me!”

“Aren’t you the one always pushing us to tickle each other during games when we’re too worked up to focus?” Abe mused, sliding up to his lower ribs, pressing his thumbs into the place where they met his belly. “Do you ever consider that the tables could be turned on you at any time?”

“Of cohohohohohohourse! But we’re nohohohohot plahahahahahaying a gahahame right now!” Tajima finally gave up on trying to stay upright in favor of using both hands to try and grab Abe’s wrists to stop him. “Quihihihihihit it! Ahahahahahabe!”

The catcher quirked a brow, more and more curious the longer this went on. Tajima had to have a spot…right? Everyone did. “Nah, you know what? I’m having too much fun to stop now. I want to find your spot first.”

Tajima’s eyes flew wide open and he suddenly looked both panicked and elated, his giggles bubbling out of him faster than before. Encouraged, Abe smiled at him, hands flying everywhere he could reach, searching for the place that would make their confident cleanup hitter a mess of begging laughter.

Dang it, how did I get roped into this silliness with the rest of the guys? Abe thought, but he didn’t let it stop him. To Tajima he smirked and said, “All right, then. Where’s your tickle spot…?”

*

7) Lee Abe, Ler Tajima

“I think I’m stuck…” Abe muttered, his head and arms still trapped in his too-small undershirt.

Tajima rolled his eyes. “Dude, you knew it was too small when you put it on, and you’ve been suffocating in it all day. Why not just cut it off?”

“Because it’s still a perfectly good shirt. It just doesn’t fit.” Abe sighed. “Someone else can wear it. Can you just get me out?”

The cleanup hitter smirked. He knew he’d never have a more perfect opportunity than this, and he was definitely going to pounce on it while he could. His only regret was that Mihashi wasn’t around to see what was about to happen. Maybe it would help his nerves to see his catcher in stitches.

“Hold still,” Tajima instructed seconds before plunging his fingers into Abe’s sides.

“AIEEE!!” Abe squealed, jerking so hard he lost his footing. Tajima caught him before he fell completely, resuming tickling once he was safe from tumbling to the ground. Abe squirmed, his arms flailing within the small shirt but unable to come down to protect himself. “Stahahahahahahahap! Tajima – gehehehet me out!”

“Let’s count your ribs first,” his mischievous teammate suggested. “That shirt was so tight on you I think one of them might have broken. We can’t have that!”

“My rihihihihihibs are FIHIHIHIHIHINE!!” Abe lost his footing again, this time falling backwards in to Tajima’s waiting arms, and the cleanup hitter wrapped his arms around him in a hug, pressing his fingers deliberately into the grooves of his ribcage. “TAHAHAHAHAJIMA!!”

Tajima ignored his hysterical pleas, counting each set of ribs as he worked his way up to the catcher’s underarms, grinning like the Cheshire cat all the while. Unfortunately for him, once he reached the top of his ribcage and scribbled into Abe’s armpits, his laughter died down, replaced with gasps for air. “Aww, you’re not ticklish here?”

“N-No,” Abe replied breathlessly, trying to twist away. “Quit messing around and get me out of heeeeEEEERE!! NAHAHAHAHAHA TAJIMA!!” The catcher cackled so hard his laughter went silent, his knees wobbling in an effort to stay upright.

“Ooh, good spot, huh?” Tajima teased, wiggling his fingers into Abe’s lower belly, right above his waistline. “If only Mihashi could be here to see this. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Abe shrieked with renewed hysterics, struggling against his teammate. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLING!! JUST GEHEHEHET ME OUT OF HEHEHEHERE!!”

Eventually Tajima let him go, but only after another few minutes of making Abe laugh himself silly.

*

8) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Hey, Mihashi,” Abe said, coming up behind the pitcher. He’d tried to keep his voice gentle so as not to startle him, but it didn’t seem to do any good, because Mihashi jumped anyway.

“Y-Yeah, Abe?”

The catcher held up a bottle of sunscreen. “This might be a little weird but…everyone else is already in the water and I…kind of need help.”

Mihashi glanced at the bottle, then at Abe, then at the ocean where the rest of the team had already begun swimming. Suddenly it clicked. “Oh! Y-You’re not…going in the water, too?”

“Nah, not for a while. I’d like to just chill for a little while on the beach.” Abe jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “But we didn’t bring umbrellas, so I need to have sunscreen on. I’ve taken care of everything else, but I can’t protect my back on my own.”

“I can do it for you,” Mihashi said, picking up on what his catcher was subtly asking. He reached for the bottle, and Abe handed it to him, turning around.

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

Mihashi remained quiet as he uncapped the bottle, squirted some lotion into his hand, and reached for Abe’s back. He hesitated for only a second before pushing through his nerves and beginning to apply the sunscreen, starting from his shoulders and working his way down.

Once he reached the space between Abe’s shoulder blades, however, Abe jerked and let out a noise that made Mihashi freeze in his tracks. “I’m s-sorry, did I – did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I—”

“Relax, man.” Abe gave him a look that almost seemed…embarrassed? “I’m just ticklish there. I’ll hold still this time, I promise. Just don’t linger, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Mihashi blinked at him. Ticklish? He squirted out more sunscreen and started over, doing his best to be quick about covering his friend’s back with the protective lotion. Abe did stay still as he promised, but he continued to let out little noises and giggles here and there, even squealing once. By the time it was over, the pitcher wasn’t even thinking about it anymore, and he reached his hands around to grab onto Abe’s bare sides, squeezing hard.

“He-eeey!” Abe cried, giggling harder, wrenching himself away and whirling back around to shoot him a half-managed glare. He snatched the bottle back. “You done?”

“Y-Yeah…s-sorry, Abe, I just couldn’t—”

“Couldn’t help yourself. I know, I know.” The catcher ran a hand through his hair, though from frustration or lingering embarrassment Mihashi couldn’t tell. “I’m going to go lie down, unless you need sunscreen, too?”

Mihashi shook his head. “I’m…I’m going in the ocean now.”

“Okay. Have fun.���

Abe took off at a brisk pace to where he’d laid his towel on the sand, and Mihashi didn’t even realize at first that he was smiling after him.

I’m already having fun, he thought, then hurried to the water to where Tajima and the others were waving at him.

*

9) Lee Hanai, Ler Tajima

“If I catch you, I’m going to tickle you,” Tajima said seriously, staring Hanai down with a determined glare.

Hanai jumped, eyes widening. “You…you what?”

“You heard me.” Tajima smirked, putting his hands on his hips. “You challenged me to a race, but we both know I’m faster than you. I’ll let you get a head start, but if I catch you, I’ll tickle you. That should be good motivation for you to own up to your smart mouth, right?”

Hanai just stared at him. He hadn’t considered it a ‘smart mouth’ when he declared he could finally beat Tajima at something, but seeing him like this now made him hesitate a little. “Look, we don’t have to race…”

“Nope! Too late for that!” Tajima made a shooing motion. “Go on. I’ll give you a five second head start. Then I’m coming after you. And if I catch you…”

Hanai turned on his heel and sprinted for the opposite end of the field, heart already racing. What had he done? What had he gotten himself into? What was he thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?

Despite his five second head start, when Hanai dared to glance back Tajima was very nearly barreling for him, and one terrified shriek later the center fielder suddenly found himself face-first in the grass in his own territory, a weight settling on his back.

“Wait! Wahahahahahahait!” Hanai pleaded, bursting into giggles the instant he felt fingers in his sides. He spasmed, trying to roll over or kick his legs or something to get Tajima off of him, but nothing could move the immovable cleanup hitter, and soon the taller boy was shrieking with helpless giggles and pleading for mercy. “Tahahahahajima! Stohohohohohop! Plehehehehehease, you wihihihin!”

Tajima just giggled along with him. “I know. I just really wanted to tickle you, and this was a good excuse. Thanks for helping me out, Hanai!”

Hanai groaned through his laughter. Seriously, what had he been thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?!

*

10) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Pfffthahahaha – M-Mihahahashi, I – I – ehehehehehehehe!” Abe giggled, sputtering and tripping over his words with embarrassing squeals that made him blush even harder. He fisted his hands into his hair, kicking his legs, using every ounce of strength he had to not stop his pitcher.

Mihashi, for his part, didn’t even realize he was smiling at Abe as he tickled gently, squeezing his sides and skittering over his ribs. He’d never once gotten to be the one to make the catcher smile and laugh like this, and he was enjoying every second of it while he could.

“Mihahahahahashi!” Abe squealed, bringing his arms down instinctively as he trailed downward to his belly. He clutched his fists by his head, trying to hold firm. It had taken everything in him to admit to Mihashi that he wanted to be on the receiving end this time, and he knew it was taking everything in his friend to reverse his role, as well. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by protesting or actively stopping him. Not when they were less than a minute in.

“Are you o-okay?” Mihashi asked, slowing a little.

Abe was instantly desperate for more. He nodded emphatically. “Yes, I’m fine! Keep g-gohohohohoing – AGH, NO!!” The catcher spasmed, hands flying down to grab Mihashi’s arms, stilling the both of them.

“I’m sorry! I can stop—”

“No!” Abe cried, clutching him harder, making sure he didn’t move. “It’s okay, it’s just…just a reflex, I swear. I’m really…really ticklish there.” The catcher’s face was red as a cherry at this point. “Please. I want to try.”

Mihashi gulped nervously, then pressed his thumbs back into his friend’s lower belly, kneading gently, lighting up when Abe tossed his head back with laughter, kicking even harder than before. After a moment, the pitcher decided for both of their safety he’d better straddle him, so that’s what he did.

Abe’s laughter grew even louder and his eyes widened in surprise. “MIHAHAHAHASHI?!”

“Y-You said you wanted to try,” Mihashi said, switching from using only his thumbs to using all ten of his fingers to tickle Abe’s weak spot, and the catcher gripped his arms even harder as his laughter turned boisterous. “And…well…I do too, Abe.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #sentence starters #coffee shots #big windup #oofuri #abe takaya #mihashi ren #tajima #hanai

[theycallmeeljefe]

Just saw a Clerith shipper say that Cloti shippers don't care about Tifa, they just want her as trophy eye-candy for Cloud. That's funny, because I'm under the impression that the loudest Clerith shippers don't care about Cloud, they just want him as an Aerith-obsessed, perpetually depressive mess who can't function without her. Also, the only ones I've ever seen reduce Tifa to her looks are Tifa-hating Clerith shippers. Projection, anyone?

Everyone in universe and out know Tifa is beautiful and has big boobs. People joking about/making comments about her looks or tits specifically is just cultural osmosis at this point. Sort of like Aerith's death. It's not meant to demean the character.

It's only clerith shippers who seem obsessed with trying to turn Tifa into a mere sex object. They then try and strawman those opinions on everyone else and say they are defending her character from all the sex obsessed weirdoes. Who are all horny men I guess. Even though more than half of Tifa's fans are women.

You will note they never seem to care about any other Final Fantasy character being sexualized. And even cheer on when an Aerith artist depicts her in a overly sexual manor. Bonus points if they give her big boobs.

As for Cloud and Aerith? Yeah, none of the characters come out looking like good people if we follow the clerith logic of their actions. But for cleriths the ends justify the means.

#cloti #cloud strife #tifa #ffvii #clerith

[kusagrasskusa]

Yandere Simulator Delinquents.

They're basically copy and paste. Sooo here's my version of them for future reference! I got too excited writing the last one lol- It's been a while since I've been to inspired to write. This is a nice feeling uvu

Umeji Kizuguchi - Yellow guy

He has blonde, previously pink, hair and golden eyes. He wears a yellow shirt under unbuttoned blazer and carries a baseball bat around. He has a scar over his right eye. Umeji is Oroso right hand man and takes over position while she's gone; these are the cannon versions of him and all that's said.

This is my fannon version of him: He was hurt the most during the bullying and therefore the most fearful of pain. He flinches when touched and gets pissed instantly. He's the most cold and aggressive out of the five and it helped him keep him as the most feared of the delinquents. He works out daily, therefore having a good build and likes bitter foods rather than sweets. He'a quite ignorant and refuses to share his likes out of fear of being judged. He still feels depression but now faces more anxiety than anything. He often cries about it late at night.

But despite his depression, he's so determined to stay as a threat to many. It's the kist alive he's ever felt. He's somewhat narcissistic and has both an inferiority and superiority complex, actually. Sensitive to touch and criticism but damn his ego is big. He uses his strength and speed as another threat to fellow students, to let them know that if they mess up then he'll catch and hurt them.

His home life isn't fun. Parents maybe fighting here and there or gone for work or something. It wasn't abusive in any way or anything; in fact, they get along well when they're together. It's just the parents weren't attentive. As Umeji puts it, "My mom, dad, bless their hearts, but they aren't great." They tend to brush things off quickly and spend too much time to themselves.

Dairoku Surikizu - Blue manz

He has blonde, previously blue, hair and blue eyes. He wears a blue shirt under an unbuttoned blazer and carries around a boten or some shit, idk I couldn't figure it out. He has a scar on his lip and from Mulberry's art, it looks like he's the tallest of the group.

Fannonly, he's the most anxious of the group. He never talks about it to anyone but Hokuto, who brushes it off. Dairoku got his scar a long time ago when his parents were agruing; he hid under his bed when he was nine and started to cry. To calm himself, he started to bite his lip and scratch himself on the forearms and face to calm himself down. He cut himself in the process badly and tried to hide it from his parents so he didn't get yelled at.

His home life wasn't too bad either; his dad left the family not long after that incident when he was nine so his mom has to take on the roles of two people. She never has time for him so the other delinquents make him feel so happy. He likes- no, loves to talk to them but tries to look sketchy in the process.

Hokuto Furukizu - Purple manz

He has blonde, previously golden, hair and purple eyes. From Mulberry's art, he seems to be the second tallest, but very close to Dairoku. He carried around a metal pipe and wears a purple shirt under his opened blazer. He has a scar on his cheek too btw.

Fannonly, he talks most to Dairoku. He usually brushed off what he says, but relates to him most. Of the 5, he desperately wants to be normal and free the most. He was well popular in middle school but his anger once got the best of him and a fight caused him to lose a lot of his reputation. It just got worse as time went on however; but he misses those days so much.

His scare on his cheek came from the fight and serves as a curse mark to him; "The day they ruined my life." He hates looking at it and gets pissed off when people even look at it. He's always been hot headed but his physical appearance is his number one insecurity. Hokuto's homelife is normal and he's goodboi at home. Cleans, cooks sometimes, has an equally good relationship with his mom as he does his dad.

He managed to convince them that his new appearance and signs of depression from last year was just influence from ex friends. Eventually they just took his word for it despite how terrible of a lie that is, so they stopped asking.

Gaku Hikitsuri - Red guyz

According to Mulberry's art, the blonde who once had light blue hair and red eyes is the second tallest. He has a scar on his forehead and carried around a crowbar. His shirt is red and under, you guessed it, an unbuttoned blazer.

He's a genuine tsundere; the angriest of the group. He easily crushes on people like a simp and gets nervous easily, so he acts all defensive and aggressive around them especially. Other than Umeji, he's the quickest to shove people around and assert his position. But for the most part, he intentionally shoves and shoulder checks people he finds attractive or who he thinks is superior than him, which is a lot of people.

He suffers from an inferiority complex that makes him think everyone judges him behind his back and talks about him especially. Therefore, he's the loudest and quickest to insults; he's also very self conscious. He's scared to make noise in class, talk, eat in front of people, and others because he's scared to be judged. Because as long as nothing is brought to the table, there's nothing to judge. His scar was actually from Kokoro, the bully who's just a sadist according to the character files from Yandev, who got pissed at him defending himself and hit him down with a ring. He got cut badly and almost passed out from the hit; but hey, it's not like he can do anything about since she's a girl, and he'd be expelled instantly. The bitch even resulted him with a broken arm at some point.

Home life isn't great; rundown trailerpark, alcoholic dad and whole of a step mom, dead mom, things like that. Damn, if only he got more than a mattress on the floor, a cover, pillow, dresser filled with all his clothes and school supplies to live on. But he can't even get a job without his scar making people think he's worse than what his persona displays.

Hayanari Tsumeato - Grey manz

The grey eyed, blonde hair man with natural red hair who carries around a lead pipe is Hayanari, who's last name "Tsumeato" means scratch mark. He has a grey shirt under his unbuttoned blazer and a scar over his nose.

Fannonly, he was the one with the no fucks given attitude. He was usually straight faced and brutally honest when talking to people, but wasn't necessarily judgemental. It's hard to explain but just because he says, "damn Daniel, you're built like a carrot," doesn't mean he cares about his appearance, even if whoever tf Daniel is actually looks like a carrot or not. He was the daredevil who did things solely for his entertainment.

In a way, it was almost sociopathic or narcissistic; he'd be fine with embarrassing someone in front of anyone because it got a smile our of him. If someone complained, he'd roll his eyes and convince whoever that they were overreacting and that they were the one at fault. He's very manipulative and sarcastic, usually just smiling cockily and speaking innocently. Kinda emo, but he wasn't against that title. He actually liked the occult and for the most part, was down for anything that didn't have too much time needed, like school or family.

He was in the middle of everything; okay with cooking, occult, art, science, reading, anine and games, so there wasn't much a person can dislike him for in terms of social standards. He wasn't appart of a dislikes group like the occult kids or science kids, not with a loved group like cooking or art kids. But when he started to express a bit of interest in the occult was when people could finally pin him down and bully him back for all those insulting jokes that sounded way too serious. And before he knew it, he got wrapped up in the hate and couldn't get himself free.

Home life is something he never, not even to his fellow delinquents, never talks about. But one thing worth noting is that he's never seen without a long sleeved shirt or jacket of some kind. He used to pass out time to time during gym classes because he was overheated due to bringing a long sleeved version of the gym shirt to school and never drank anything. When his parents were called, they always insisted on saying they'll do something about it but they never did, either. The delinquents do think there's some kind of abuse at his house; besides, Hayanari is adopted and those things happen often even if it's more common in the foster system.

His family is something he never talks about. Back in middle school, his friends were able to see his "parents" time to time when they picked him up from school. It was immediately obvious that he wasn't related to them; hell, he rarely called them mom or dad. At home, until adopted, was great. Friends coming over, happy family moments, being able to play games and use electronics, things like that. But when he was adopted was when it wouldn't be easy to just tell someone what was to come; quite obviously, it was abuse. Verbal and physical, nearly everyday. It was worse in the beginning but happened less often as he got older.

His "mom" would call the police a few times him because she felt "threatened." She hit him so he would hit back and yell while doing so, so she has evidence of an attack. But luckily, her skin isn't sensitive enough to show any marks unlike Hayanari's. Other times, his "dad" would get involved and hurt him badly.

#fannon #backstory #yandere simulator #umeji kizuguchi #hayanari tsumeato #dairoku surikizu #gaku hikitsuri #hokuto furukizu #anime #fanfic #writing

[donewithcapitalistfrayers]

If neither socialists who reject the nationalist and religious aspects of Diaspora Judaism nor Zionists who reject its universal and humanist dimensions (and often its religious aspects as well) are Jews, then the real debate is over which tradition has retained the best of their common Jewish heritage. Despite their constant chatter about Jews, I would maintain that it is Zionism that has least in common with Judaism. It is not by breaking the limbs of Palestinian youth that the Jewish sages of the past predicted our people would "become a light onto the nations". In Israel today---where "tsadik" (righteous person) and "mensch" (decent one) apply only to a few who are spat on by the great majority of the population, and "chutzpah" has come to mean the defense of the indefensible, there is little to remind us of the moral core of a once noble tradition.

When I was growing up, my Yiddish speaking mother would often try to correct some aberrant behavior on my part by warning that it was a "shandeh fur die goyim" (that I would be shaming not only me and my family but all Jews in front of the gentiles). What I want to cry out loudest in front of all the crimes of Zionism, and all those who try to defend them, is that what they are doing is a "shandeh fur die goyim". They themselves, the big cheeses and the small fry, are all a "shandeh fur die goyim". (Ma, I remember). Socialist and ex-Jew that I am, I guess I still have too much respect and love for the Jewish tradition I left behind to want the world to view it in the same way as they rightly view and condemn what the ex-Jews who call themselves Zionists are doing in its name. And if changing my status from ex-Jew (current) to non-Jew (projected) stirs even ten good people (God’s “minyan”) into action against the Zionist hijacking of the Jewish label, then this is a sacrifice I am ready to make.

To those who wonder why the resignation of an atheistic communist from the Jewish people might bother some Jews, I would just point out that the greatest sin a Jew can commit – I was taught this from all sides – is to take leave of his people (usually by converting to another faith). A family will often respond by “sitting shivah” over the offending member (treating him or her as dead). The deep shame and anger that many Jews feel when this happens is hard to explain, but it probably has something to do with the intense quality of the social bond that unites all Jews, the result originally, no doubt, of being God’s chosen but also of sharing and surviving so many centuries of oppression. While a Christian relates to God as an individual, the Jew’s relation to God has always passed through his connection to the chosen people, a people that God also holds collectively responsible for the failures of each of its members. Operating with such an incentive, Jews could never allow themselves the luxury of indifference when it came to the life choices of their co-religionists. With a little Jewish education, this inner connection becomes so ingrained that even some atheist and communist Jews may experience the defection of a Jew from the people as losing a limb from their own body. Certainly, my continuing identification as a Jew, as some kind of a Jew, while lacking any of the attributes of a believer, helps explain why I felt an overpowering need to resign when “Jew” came to mean something I could not accept (or ignore). And the same organic tie may help explain why some Jews, including those of whom I am most critical and who might be expected to rejoice at my resignation, may get so upset by the form that my criticism has taken.