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feyhunter78 · 2 months

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I just found your page and I totally didn’t read all of your Miguel O’Hara fics. One I love how you write kissing you caught that spark off a kiss with someone you love in a way most books don’t get right.

I can’t sit here and sing your praise all day but I do have a question. Fully up to you and if it’s just a Drabble that ok but will you ever being writing something else for Side walk kisses? It’s so cute and I can see more moments with Miguel and Y/N just being silly cute mindless college students so helplessly in love. Fluff smut angst whatever you decide to Drabble in I will be fully ok with

(This is the first time I’ve done an ask so sorry I I seem a little over excited)

AHHH I love when I'm people's first asks, it always makes me feel so special!!! I thought I'd try my hand at a bit of angst for you anon!

Insecurities

You know you shouldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, shouldn’t be debating making up some excuse and dashing off to the humanities building to rid yourself of this pit in your stomach like a snake sheds its skin.

But that would require leaving Miguel alone with Xina, and you think you’d rather die than do that. So, you’re stuck in the courtyard right outside the library, holding onto Miguel’s bicep possessively as you struggle to keep up with the flow of conversation.

Now you wouldn’t say you’re an insecure person, sure you have your insecurities like everyone else, but they don’t plague your mind, or weigh heavily on you as you go about your day-to-day business. Right now, though? As you take in Xina, her long thick dark hair, her stunning almond eyes that sparkle with intelligence, the flawlessness of her skin, the way she so easily keeps up with Miguel as they discuss the intersection between genetics and robotics, you’re feeling pretty insecure.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, when making your calculations you have to factor in the deficiencies in the code, just as you have to factor in potential genetic flaws.” Xina says, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, excitement clear on her face.

“Of course, with genetics it’s harder to eradicate flaws than in code, but I could see it following a similar pattern.” Miguel responds, nodding at her words.

You’re so lost. If they wanted to discuss the intricacies of the English language or the way philosophers can so heavily affect the development of a nation’s culture you would be there, front row and ready, but science? Science is not your forte.

Xina laughs and smacks Miguel’s arm, pulling you out of your thoughts, Miguel is laughing too so you do the same which draws her attention to you.

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry, we’ve been so rude, what do you think?” She asks, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious, or just hates you.

You stumble for a moment, then say, “I agree with Miguel.”

She laughs again. “You think Charles Darwin would be a good computer programmer?”

Miguel joins in, and for the first time ever his laughter sounds sour to your ears.

“Oh, um, no, I just—”

Xina smiles sympathetically at you, but it feels a bit patronizing. “It’s okay, not everyone can keep up with us.”

Okay, maybe running and hiding was a good idea.

“Y/N is actually top of her sorority for GPA, she’s read more books than anyone else I know, and she helps me write all my lab reports.” Miguel jumps in.

“That’s so cute.” Xina coos, looking at you as if you were a kindergartener presenting her with a crayon scribbled drawing.

You give her a tight smile, then squeeze Miguel’s bicep. “Hey, I’m gonna head to class, but I’ll see you later?”

He nods, and lets you go, reabsorbed in his conversation with Xina.

You toy with the bracelet Miguel got you as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. It’s a pretty thing, a birthday present, simple and elegant, highlighting your birthstone, the words, mi dulce, engraved on the inside in a small, flowy script. It jingles pleasantly as you mess with it, and glints under the florescent lights.

“The professor isn’t here yet, right?” Kelsey slides into her desk next to you and starts unpacking her bag.

“No, he’s running a little late.” You say, absentmindedly shading one corner of the blank page in your notebook with your pencil.

“Okay, good because I have something kinda fucked up to show you.” She says, pulling out her phone and scrolling until she finds what she’s looking for.

You lean towards her, the thought of gossip perking you up a bit.

“So, you know that Ava girl, the bitch who used to date your man?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yes.” You grumble, feeling that familiar gloom settle back over you.

“Okay well she’s been trying to get with this Kappa Sig, and you know how the brothers are like obsessed with me because my brother is their president and an absolute legend as they always remind me.”

“Yeah, it’s the reason we got into their parties freshman year.”

Kelsey’s brother was a decent guy, all things considered. Older than you two by a year or so, with the charisma of a cult leader but lacking the desire to start a cult. Throughly satisfied with his fraternity and the Fortune 500 company he’ll go on to work at once he graduates. He was nice enough, extending his protection to you and anyone else close to his sister while in the Kappa Sig house.

“So, one of them texted me about her trying to sleep her way through the frat, but then, my brother sent me this video. I gotta warn you, it’s not school appropriate.” She says as she slowly turns the screen towards you.

At first, you recoil. It’s Ava, half naked, and some guy, on a bed that looks vaguely familiar. The guy’s face is out of the frame, but he’s shirtless, his pants pushed down exposing his dick to the camera, Ava’s hand wrapped around it pumping furiously. “Um, what the fuck is this?”

“Just wait.” Kelsey says quietly, glancing around the room to make sure no one else is watching. They’re not, they’re too busy with their own phones or side conversations.

You half watch the video, feeling weird about watching, your idea of a good time isn’t watching your boyfriend’s psycho ex jack some guy off.

The guy finishes, his hips bucking and Ava saying something you can’t hear since Kelsey’s sound is off.

The camera shakes as Ava picks it up and shows off the face of the man. Dark hair, glazed brown eyes with hints of crimson, perfectly formed lips parted. You know that face, but you don’t want to accept it.

“Is that Miguel?” You’re horrified, sick to your stomach, head spinning, every unpleasant feeling and sensation you could feel erupting all at once.

You can see Ava go to grab his face, guide him lower, moving to take off her underwear, and you turn your head, unable to watch any longer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when it was filmed, but Darren said he had one of the brothers send it to him yesterday then made all of them delete the video from their phones. He knows Miguel’s your boyfriend, said he was just looking out for you.” Kelsey puts away her phone and looks at you, eyes searching your face, before giving you a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry y/n, I can ask him to see if he can find out when it was filmed?”

You want to cry, you really, really want to cry. “It looks recent, that’s Miguel’s bed, I’ve been there, I’ve slept on that bed, I—I can’t think about this right now. Thank you for telling me, and tell your brother I said thanks too.”

Kelsey nods and squeezes you tighter before letting go and giving you a sad smile.

The professor finally shows up, and you throw yourself into your notetaking, graphite digging into the pristine white paper as you try to drown out the images in your head with the sound of your professor droning on.

Part 2 here!!!

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425, @amberpanda99, @marshhbs, @queerponcho

#meg's writing #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #nerd miguel #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #college!miguel #college!reader #college au #sorority!reader

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thatdesklamp · 2 months

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Hello, and (for the moment) ‘see you in a while’ from old desklamp.

(Quick edit now I’ve written this all out: Oh, lordie—I’ve just realised that this sounds like I’m announcing I’m giving up on IW. I’m not! I promise. This is all about how I’m trying to facilitate my writing process. IW is not being dropped: let’s get that out of the way first, lmao.)

Hello all! I’ve been doing some self-reflecting, and I’ve come up with this: I’ve struggled with writing ‘Intrinsic Warmth’ for a long time now.

Alll too often I’ve been sat with my laptop for hours having only managed to squeeze out one or two paragraphs that I don’t even like all that much anyway. I haven’t felt satisfied by writing for a long time, and so I just haven’t written anything. It’s been months since I’ve written something worth reading for IW, and I’ve been having a think as to why.

I think it comes down to two things; I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure in writing IW, and I’ve become too fixated on the instant gratification of feedback from you guys.

First: the pressure. IW has gotten bigger than I ever considered it would be, especially recently (as in, in the jjk season 2 era). The support and feedback continues to blow me away, and I’m staggered every time I stop to actually consider the magnitude of the response that IW has gotten. It’s genuinely crazy.

All that is to say: I wasn’t prepared for this!! I don’t mean that in any resentful way at all, I want to be clear. Moreso that it’s easy to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. I know that, relative to other huge ao3 fics, IW isn’t even that huge. But I also recognise that in the ‘Gojo x reader scene’, it’s pretty up there, even if we’re just looking through a ‘filter by most kudos’-ed fic angle. There’s a been big response, and I’m just one person, lmao. But come on, I absolutely love it, and I’m so grateful that people have enjoyed the stuff I’m writing—but as more and more people have been picking it up I’ve felt a definite pressure put upon me. It’s a pressure to write well, and to write more, and to write good things more often. This isn’t to do with anything anyone’s said, don’t worry, but more as an expected consequence of IW picking up traction.

I feel more and more like a ‘popular author’, and feel like I’m doing you guys a disservice with my infrequent updates. I truly do appreciate the reassurance of ‘you can update whenever you want!’, genuinely, but I’m also an ao3 reader myself! I empathise with and understand the frustration that must be felt when I go months between updates. Writing has never come at the expense of my personal, academic or social life (hence why I’ve never tried to tie myself down with an update schedule: I’d never be able to keep to it), and I’d never want it to. I want to keep writing as it’s always been: one of my hobbies. But as IW increases in popularity, it feels like it almost *should* take priority over other things, and this has left me feeling pretty overwhelmed.

My second reason: I’ve also become a tad too dependent on feedback. When IW was in its fledgling stages, I didn’t show it to anyone at all, and was ‘writing for myself’ in the barest sense of the phrase. Only one of my irl friends has read any of it, and when I was first uploading it, when I had about 5ish comments per chapter, any feedback I was getting would always be secondary to my own. I was writing for myself, because I enjoyed writing and I enjoyed what I was writing about, and it just so happened that there were a few people who felt the same as me.

It’s very different now! And I much prefer it now—it’s every writer’s dream to have had such an overwhelmingly positive response to their writing. And now it gets to the point where I can check my emails, or look at my tumblr notifications, and there’ll always be new for me. And whilst I absolutely love this, it’s pretty addictive, checking again and again, seeing what people are saying. This positive response from others is more instantly gratifying than the slow, steady, personal enjoyment I get from writing.

It sounds silly, I know, but I’ve been writing this hunger games fic (completely spontaneous, likely never to be published), and no-one’s read it but me, and it’s reminded me how much I really do like writing. I’ve loved the process of writing it, because the only person whose opinion I’m listening to is my own.

I don’t want to discourage people from reaching out to me, leaving comments, even talking about IW, anything like that. That’s not what I mean. But this is me recognising that I should probably take a step back from the non-writing side of writing: being active on tumblr, constantly checking asks, making posts, etc. Know that whilst I may not immediately respond to you, once I get back in the swing of things over here, I will do. I just need to sort out my personal priorities a bit, I think.

Saying this, I know I haven’t been all that active recently (this has honestly been intentional: I’ve been trying to wean myself off it, lmao) but for the immediate future, I’m making that more definite: I’m going to try to revert my focus to writing. I’m going to stay off tumblr for a bit, until I’ve gotten back into the swing of writing and don’t find myself so focused on the feedback side of it all. Hopefully this’ll spark up some more genuine passion in me! Please know that if you’ve written an ao3 comment, I have read it. I don’t know when I will respond to them, but I definitely will, I just want to keep my focus on the personal side of writing for the moment.

Thank you to everyone! Again, this is just me going off the grid for a while: not a big fuckoff goodbye or anything. If this is unreasonably theatrical, blame my drama GCSE. Going off to do some writing now. See you guys!

#intrinsic warmth

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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glory girl

warnings: no plot smut; praise kink, dirty talking, some edging/orgasm denial, and unprotected sex. ends in fluff :)

note: this is a blurb. i should be working on other fics, but i’m a little too obsessed with tom right now, so i needed to write something hot now!! BYE

soft dom!tom

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tom’s lips brush the skin of your neck, soft and gentle like you were delicate. he flicks his hips deliberately slow, so you could feel each deep thrust thoroughly. you felt the ridges of veins along his cock rubbing against your walls blissfully. it was sensual and sweet, yet so, so dirty.

your neck strains from being tense, while you bite your lip to remain quiet. you were shy, even if you and tom lived alone and you knew no one else was listening.

“don’t get shy on me now,” tom whispers in your ear with a small pant. in a plank position, his muscular arms flexed with intensity each time he moved. he brushes a strand of hair from your perspired face to see you. “wanna hear those pretty noises.”

you whimpered, legs trembling as tom rocked back and forth into your soaking cunt. gushes of your wetness leaked around his cock, making him twitch and pulse inside of you; that picture alone could get him off. with you nearly withering underneath him, you were the most precious thing tom’s ever seen. your hair was fanned beautifully across your pillow, your nipples were pointy and hard, and your face of desire spurred him on.

“so pretty, my love,” tom massages your breast with subtle pinches while you quietly yelp. you moan sweetly, his words adding even more pleasure. tom knew you loved being praised, being admired. at first, it felt embarrassing to share, but tom loved complimenting you already, so he was excited when he discovered you really liked it.

plus, tom would do anything to make his girl happy and satisfied.

“t-tom,” you pant, the words struggling to leave your scratchy throat. your hands trail up the length of his arm, squeezing his tensing bicep, until they become laced in his brown curls. his calloused fingers circle your throbbing clit, the roughness scratching each nerve explicitly. you curse to the ceiling, stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm near.

tom rams into you impossibly deeper, lifting your leg to reach a new angle. you gasp at the new feeling as your nails grip snuggly on his locks. you were so close, just a little more and you would melt into him.

“tom, can i come? please, please,” you plead with a familiar lustful haze blurring your vision. you couldn’t hear anything besides tom’s words.

“no, you’re gonna hold it. i know you can, baby,” tom encourages with a grunt, hissing as you squeeze around him dangerously snug. if you keep doing that, he would come on the spot. he’s trying to make this last, but it never gets easier with you. you were his biggest weakness, yet you gave him immense strength. “be a good girl for me.”

your loud moan echoes in the air. you clutch hard against tom’s length, trying not to come without his word. his thumb and index finger rolls over your clit teasingly while his tip hits that spot inside of you that makes you scream. you yank his hair harshly, praying he would let you come already.

“please let me come! i’ve been good,” a whine escapes your mouth while your chest heaves in exhaustion. your desperate begging and your hands laced in his hair have him struggling to hold on himself. he moans into the cradle on your collarbone, resisting every urge telling him to blast his load into you right now.

“just a little longer, sweets. you’re gonna feel real good,” his mild pacing thrusts are agonizing because you’re right there and you can’t release it. your teeth sink deeply into your bottom lip and your back arches painfully off the mattress. “i’m fucking you nice and deep, aren’t i, honey?” tom’s eyes are dark with lust and hints of honey, and his cheeks were a tad rosy from the sexual heat in the room. he rubs over your stomach, feeling your muscles contracting to hold in your orgasm.

“oh, you’re so deep. can feel you in my tummy,” your eyes screw closed as your core tenses and you clench around him harshly. your spread legs shake desperately, unable to hold it any longer. “please!”

“let go for me, darling,” tom’s husky voice alerts you, and your body tumbles into that longing release. “look at me. i want to see your pretty face while you come on my cock.”

your foggy brain isn’t working enough to hide your echoey moans and whimpers. your face pinches with a scrunched nose as you try your best to keep your eyes wide for him. your nails scratch tom’s scalp as the euphoria washes over your body like a tidal wave. your heart beats sporadically in your chest at the overwhelming pleasure. hearing and seeing you unfold, tom’s movements become sloppy and slippery as your orgasm coats his shaft.

tom stares at you in all your glory, a moment of disbelief hitting him that you’re all his.

“fuck, baby. ’m gonna come. fill you up so full, you’ll be leaking with my cum,” tom groans, dick twitching as his balls tighten before his cum is shooting out of him. his moans are gravelly compared to your angelic ones, crisping the heated air around you with its masculine tone. his ecstasy occurs in flashes and heavy breaths.

tom makes sure each drop is tucked into your warm cunt, thrusting slowly to ensure it. you smile at the feeling of his orgasm coating your walls until you're full to the brim. clenching, you try your best to keep all of it inside of you.

“good girl. such a good fucking girl,” breathlessly, tom kisses your sweaty forehead while his heart floats in his chest. you smile wearily and run your hands through his damp curls as they stick to his hairline. “always so good to me.”

“i could say the same about you,” you grin with amusement. tom chuckles before kissing you sensually, making your eyes drift closed. your hands cup his soft, chiseled cheeks as everything in the world fades away.

when his mouth deattaches, yours is left aching for more as always. the tingle of his rouge lips lingers when he rolls over to your side and tosses the comforter over you both. he faces your backside and drags you close, securing an arm around your waist.

from the liberating blissfulness and the warmth of tom’s warmth, exhaustion haunts your body and a yawn arises from your throat. his cum threatens to drip out of you, even with closed thighs.

“tired, darling?” tom asks while caressing small circles on your torso. his subtle touch was addicting and comforting like a lullaby to a baby. you hum in response, eyes fluttering closed. your breathing and heart rate soon balance, and the tension within your muscles begin to ease.

you slip away into your dreams with one of them cradling you.

“i love you,” tom whispers to the sleepy girl in his arms. he kisses your shoulder delicately, encompassing the perfection of this moment. as his own eyes start to close, his breathing steadies comfortably. he doesn’t fall asleep until his heartbeat matches yours in perfect sync.

#shawnxstyles #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland blurb #tom holland drabble #tom holland fan fics #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #soft dom!tom holland

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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FRIEND! Could you imagine a four way tickle fight between Bachira, Kunigami, Isagi, and Chigiri?! Like a free for all! Like imagine the absolute chaos and humor. Team Z is highly amused because like who wouldn’t? The biggest menaces on the team going at it and not only are they the biggest menaces, but some of the most ticklish on the team as well. Like their amused, but know better than to intervene because faster than you could say “Blue Lock” they will get attacked by four mischievous and tickly pups.

The PUPS! Ugh, I can't get enough of them! They are so fun to write! I had to make this into a fic- I HAD TOO! It's been too long since these four had a full blown tickle fight (well-maybe not that long for them but for me writing it? It's been a hot minute) I've gotcha covered, friend!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist): @myreygn

It was late into the evening when war began.

“AH! Bachira!” Isagi, who was halfway into his sweatshirt, spasmed at the feeling of fingers prodding his side. “Can you at least WAIT until I’m decent?”

“Huh?” Bachira looked at him curiously, tilting his head. “But I didn’t do anything.”

“I literally just felt you poke my side.” Isagi turned to glare, crossing his arms protectively over his torso. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not, Isagirin!” Bachira hopped up, bouncing over with playful eyes. “If I poked your whittle ribs, it’s go like this! Poke, poke poke!” He sang as he jabbed Isagi multiple times in said spot, making the taller boy squeak and back up. “See? I’ve got a whole system!”

“Oohohkay, okay- so maybe it wasn’t you. But who..” Isagi turned to look around him, trying to find the culprit. Most of Team Z were either at dinner, showering or doing some sort of cool down post workout. Alongside them, Kunigami, Chigiri, Raichi and Gagamaru remained.

“Are you sure it wasn’t you? I think I’d know if someone el-eheheheehehahhaha!” Isagi squeaked, breaking into giggles once more when Bachira poked him again. “Stahhaap! Sthahhhap!” He caught his hands, glaring some. “Lemme find the culprit first!”

“Oo, so you’re saying I can tickle you after we find them?” Bachira’s eyes sparkled, grinning all teeth when Isagi blushed. “We better find them soon then!”

“Right…” Isagi turned back to the room, his eyes falling on Kunigami. He was closest, and seemed to be struggling to breathe. Upon further inspection, Isagi could see him fighting down a smile, puffing with laughter.

“You son of a- Come here!” Isagi charged, tackling the ginger from the side. At least- that was the plan, had Kunigami not been built like a mountain. The most he did was slightly nudge him. “Why are you poking me?”

“W-What? I’m not!” Kunigami blinked, his smile growing at Isagi’s glare. “I swear to god, I’m just sitting here!”

“Why are you laughing then, KuniKun?” Bachira rolled up fingers already poking towards the back of Kunigami’s ribs, making the hero arch with a ‘tch’. “What’s funny?”

“Yeah, tell us Kunigami!” Isagi was quick to join, worming a finger behind Kunigami’s armpit and watching the bigger boy start to crumble. “Why are you so smiley?”

“Ah! Ahehehe-D-Don’t! Pfft- I was juhuhuhst thihihinking about eahhhaherlier!” He snorted out, trying not to squirm too much. Every poke and tickle from these two was making it harder to do so. “I dihihihidn’t do ihiihiht!”

“Uh-huh. Likely story. What’s your alibi?” Isagi questioned, going full tickle mode now as he dug his whole hand under Kunigami’s arm, making the bigger boy yelp and cackle. “Tell us!”

“Gonna tickle you until you dooooooo~” Bachira cooed, reaching around to get his belly. Kunigami was torn between doubling over and arching away, his laugh booming across the room like one of his mighty kicks. “He’s so ticklish!”

“Nohohoohoohoho! I diihihihihiihidn’t I swehhahahahhahhahar!” Kunigami cried, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut. Figuring he wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon, he jumped into action, grabbing Isagi and yanking him into his lap. “Bahahahhachira, geheheheht him!”

“No! No, Bahhahahachira, sahhahhhahahve mehehhhehehe!” Isagi cried as the hero’s fingers dug into his ribs, making him spasm and sink. “Hhhehehehehhelp!”

“Hmmm….” Bachira did neither. Instead, he looked across the way to a rather quiet Chigiri. The redhead was seemingly asleep, eyes closed and head tipped forward as he breathed deeply. The problem was that however- his breathing was far too intentional.

Scooting closer, he positioned himself before the other, leaning in so they were nose to nose. “ChiChi~”

Chigiri cracked an eye open then screamed, falling backwards.

“For fuck’s sake, Bachira!” He yelped, scrambling to recover. Bachira cackled and leaped, quickly going for his belly and sides. “Gehahahahhaaha! Nohohohoho! Nohohohooho fahahhahahhair!”

“Oo, ChiChi said a bad word! Chichi said a bad word!” Bachira cooed, laughing along with him. “Was it you, missy? Did you tickle Isagi and cause all this mischief?”

“Whahhahaht are you tahahhhaalking about? Of cohohohohourse nohoohohohooht! Ahehahhahhahaa- Bahahahchirahahhahhaha!” He squeaked, covering his face with his hands as he tried elbowing the other boy’s hands away. “Sthahahhahap thahhahhahhaht!”

“Hahhahahhang on, Chihiiihihigirihiihihihihi!” Isagi yelped, suddenly determined to save the other. Reaching out, he gave Kunigami’s thigh a squeeze, making the Hero shout and flail. With a burst of energy, he charged and tackled Bachira, taking him down into the nearest futon and going in on his back. “Tahahke this, you little shit!”

“Geahhahahhahhahha! Ishahahhhahahagiihihihihihihi!” Bachira howled, shoving at the other’s shoulders as he squirmed and thrashed beneath him. “Whhehhehhehehehe hahahhahve to gehehehehhehhehet Chihihihihihiihihhii!”

“Already do.” Kunigami called, easily grabbing Chigiri’s foot before he could escape. “Come here, Princess.”

“Hero, I swear to god I will break your nose-” Chigiri squeaked when he got pulled over, any remains of his threat lost as he squealed. “Nohohohohooho! Nohohohoohot the knehehehehehehehehees!”

“What? Huh? I couldn’t understand- say that again?” Kunigami teased, putting a hand to his ear as he carried on squeezing Chigiri’s knee. “Keep tickling your knees? Okay!”

“Trahhahahhhhhaitohohohooohor!”

“You love me.”

“Iihihihihiihihishahahahahgiiihihihihiihi!”

“Yeah?” Isagi grinned, delighted in how red Bachira was. “Wanna fess up?”

Bachira nodded, gasping for air as Isagi slowed down. “SIIHIHKE!” He cried then, quickly flipping the tables and sending them tumbling into Kunigami and Chigiri. Before long it was a free for all- tickles flying to whomever was unfortunate to get grabbed.

“God, they’re like a pack of newborn puppies.” Raichi rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the four idiots playing.

“Yeah.” Gagamaru nodded. They shared a look, grinning then.

“We’re terrible.”

“So bad.”

“Think they’ll realize it was us?”

“Nah, they’ll be too tired to figure it out.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Gagamaru rolled into his futon, getting comfortable. “What happens if they do? Figure it out I mean?”

Raichi thought about it with a hum. “Blame Kuon?”

“Blame Kuon.” Gagamaru grinned, shaking Raichi’s offered hand.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #team z #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #raichi jingo #gagamaru gin #fluff #tickle fights #The Blue Lock Four #I love making Gagamaru and Raichi cause problems jaerjaekjrkajer #when in doubt #blame Kuon kjarkjaejkrajkrjkae #tw: swearing #Alot of blue lock these past few days huh?#I'll change it up with these next few fics :D

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lopsicle · 1 year

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Ahh, it’s been like months since I’ve posted anything! I am acc working on three fics rn, I only expect one of them to be finished soon though, so I figured I should write some quick headcanons to at least put something into my blog, and I decided on The Owl House as I’m pretty fixated on it at the moment!! These may also be a bit rambly! Also

There are Major Watching and Dreaming spoilers below, you have been warned!

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Luz Noceda:

•Practically a 50/50 switch. She loves getting tickled, but also doesn’t mind dishing it back out. I also feel like she’d try to deny the times when she’s in a lee mood and try to focus on tickling others to keep them happy, but the others can definitely help her with that!

•Her worst spot is her ribs, no doubt, she goes mad with laughter if they’re even touched. Other bad spots are her knees and stomach.

•Her favourite kind of tickles are cheer up tickles, she thinks it’s fun to give them, and desperately needs to receive them sometimes.

•It’s easy for her to catch onto if someone wants tickles, but if they’re being difficult, she’ll still make them ask!

•Speaking of, she cannot ask for tickles in the slightest, she gets too flustered and worries about being needy!

•Even though Amity and Eda have told her it’s okay

•Her main was of asking is initiating a tickle fight but giving up half way through

•Her tickling style is really random, she can go from scribbling, to squeezing, anything to keep her lees on their toes really!

•She can also be very attentive of a Lee’s needs and even switches up teases depending on who she’s tickling!

•Also let’s talk about Titan Luz? Calamity Luz? Whatever people are calling that form of her!

•TICKLISH HOOVES! I absolutely live for ticklish hooves, I honestly think she has my favourite character design ever!

•She has fangs which is amazing for raspberries or tummy noms, she can be such a vicious ler in this form, I wish it stayed!

Amity Blight

•A switch but definitely a whole lot more lee then ler! Being the youngest she was obviously the victim of tickle attacks from the twins, but once she got better with abomination magic, she was sure to get revenge!

•Speaking of, if she’s in a lee mood and doesn’t want to ask, she will use her abominations to tickle herself, though she doesn’t have to do that much anymore because Luz always makes sure she has tickles!

•Her worst spot is by far her neck, a second being her ears! Soft, fluffy tickles work really well her, like she will scream!

•In addition, if she’s being tickled anywhere else, she’s generally prefers more sharp tickles, like nails tracing or poking against her, the kind of tickling you’d see in a tickle fight!

•Also she wins those, period, even if she’s mostly a lee, she can be an absolutely cruel ler, only stopping when her lee is completely out of breath!

•And she uses abominations to hold people down if they got too squirmy

•Also when Luz found out Amity was ticklish, the witch never had peace from that moment on, she was constantly trying to tickle her!

•She gets very flustered from baby talk and coddling in general, though that’s not to say she doesn’t like it

•Also teases about her blush will kill her on the spot

•She can be so sweet during aftercare, both a lee and a ler! If she’s a lee, she’ll be mumbling a whole lot of giggly ‘thank you’s’ and sometimes cuddling up to the ler depending on who it is, and when she’s the ler, she’ll always tell the lee that they did amazing and took a lot of tickles!

•Unless she’s being a mean ler, which she can be a lot of time! Soft ler Amity is for Luz and Luz only! And sometimes Willow, okay definitely for Willow!

•Also her laughter is either the most bubbly soft thing you’ve ever heard, or full of screaming, no inbetween

Willow Park

•Definitely more of a ler in the group, but struggles with meeting her needs when she’s in a Lee mood, she can ask just fine, but she never wants to bother anyone with asking for tickles

•That being said, she is such a sweet ler, she uses such playful teases, and generally prefers using softer tickles unless a lee asks otherwise!

•Always checks up on a lee when tickling them, and she’s so nice to them afterwards, she’ll offer lees water and always give them whatever they need after a tickle session!

• Occasionally uses her vines or plants to help her, but only if a lee is being difficult

•Her teasing style is really praise-y, calling a lee adorable and cute and generally just showering them with compliments

•Even though she can’t handle it back

•Speaking of, her armpits are her worst spot, followed by her back and feet, she’s probably the least ticklish out of the Hexsquad but that still means she’s very ticklish!

•Her laughter is fairly normal, though she does try to quiet herself down to snickering whenever she’s laughing as to try and not be annoying, though her lers normally coax her out of things like that, either through soft reassurances or just jabbing their fingers into her armpit to really get that laughter outta her

•Constantly gets into tickle fights with Gus, but when the two team up to wreck someone, it’s practically over for them

•Night tickles are the best for her, just the thought of trying to keep her giggling quiet while being tickled to not wake anyone up is too flustered for her to take!

•Also her dads constantly tickled when she was younger, I don’t make the rules

Gus Porter

•He’s pretty open about tickling, though is cautious not to ask too much as to not come across as needy

•When he thinks he’s asked too much, he’ll use illusions or just tickle the other person to provoke them into getting him back

•Has no trouble saying the tword and constantly uses it to fluster the others

•If someone is having a hard time asking someone for tickles, Gus will just pop up and ask for them, even if the other person didn’t ask

•He sees tickling as a helpful thing, to either destress or torment whoever was unlucky enough to catch him in a ler mood

•Yeah, this child is EVIL when it comes to being a ler! The lee could be in the middle of trying to actually ask for tickles and he’ll just go straight for their death spot!

•Will constantly tease the lee with ‘What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this!’ Or ‘Don’t lie, we both know you love this!’

•Would cast illusions of the lee getting wrecked in front of them casually

•The type of ler where he could just wiggle his fingers and the lee is already in anticipation

•But he’s also an absolute baby when he’s a lee

•Curling up, kicking her legs around, clinging onto the ler, he’s the cutest Lee, it makes you forget about how vicious he can be!

•Also ticklish stomach, like a death spot for him, he will scream and kick you if it’s even touches

Hunter Noceda/Deamonne

•He thinks he’s this big bad ler, but everyone knows he’s just this total lee who’d probably fluster himself with his own teases

•His ears are a melt spot, he calls it a ‘weak spot’ though, melting is too childish for him! Though he will always thank a ler who tickles him there!

•He’s the definition of a walking tickle spot, he could barely handle Flapjack nuzzling against his neck

•He didn’t even know what tickling was for most of his life until Luz tried to tickle him one time, and he was hit with the worst lee mood ever!

•He also never ever asks, he’s far too flustered for things like that, however occasionally, Luz or Darius give him a mask to use while he’s trying to ask for tickles so it’s not as flustering for him!

•Also he shut down the first time Willow tickled him, and that only encouraged her to do it even more! Like I mentioned, it’s one of her favourite ways to destress, and Hunter just likes the feeling!

•Any tease can get to him well enough, compliments and nicknames are his favourites though!

•Has this crackly laugh that’s he pretty insecure about, but Willow thinks it’s absolutely adorable!

•The squirmiest lee on the planet, this boy can’t sit still for the life of him, it’s impossible!

•He is the reason Willie has to hold lees down with vines sometimes

•When he is a ler, he can be sort of awkward with teasing, but when it comes to actual tickling, he is a menace! He’s actually made notes on the different tickles people prefer and makes sure to use them!

•The first one to lose in a tickle fight, it’s not even a competition!

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Well, there’s my first list of headcanons for this show! I’ll be sure to make more for different characters, and maybe even expand on these because I feel it’s a little short, but I’d prefer to get some content out!

#sfw tickling community #tickle headcanons #tickle content #the owl house tickle #toh tickle #owl house tickle #lee! luz #lee luz #ler luz #ler amity #lee amity #ler willow #lee willow #lee gus #ler gus #ler hunter #lee hunter

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queenimmadolla · 10 months

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So like are you only reading POC reader fics?? Idk if like I just don’t think this way or don’t think deeply enough but you mentioned the flush thing and I didn’t know that was like exclusively white cause Asian flush is a thing too.

Like how does one even know what white coding is? Do I need to do research then before writing fics to make it inclusive?? I feel like I write what I feel and I what I want to read. Why do writers have to bend over backwards to accommodate everyone??

Oh, I’m so glad I got this ask because I can point this out now. This right here, is what I’m talking about you guys. We have someone who can read fics and not have the illusion shattered because they fit the pale/light skinned/white reader demographic. The ostracizing does not effect them, so they do not really care. This is the ignorance I’ve been booming about. I only read fics that don’t imply the reader is white.

No, you’re correct, flushing applies to anyone with a light skin tone! The Asian flush is very much a thing, I was referring to how white people’s skin flush because that anon stated they were white, but I made sure to elaborate the term flushed applies to light skin.

White coding is when you write something that someone else (a person of color) cannot look like or do because the reader is implied to be (and this is gonna come as the shock of a century) white. For instance, the flush thing. People with light skin get pink or red when their face flushes, blush and such. Now, a dark skinned black person—for instance—does not flush outwardly. There is no pink or red on their face when their face heats up because of their dark skin tone. So when someone writes:

“Your face flushed, and you squeezed your eyes shut in embrasssment”

or something, it breaks the illusion of the reader insert because now that black reader knows the reader depicted in the work is meant to be light skinned and if there’s mention of that, there’s usually more descriptors implying she’s white such as long straight hair, being described as pale, biologically related to a white character and their family, etc.

Writers ‘bend over backwards’ because they don’t have to. You’re literally eliminating the amount of words you’d have to type of a description to make sure thousands of people can see themselves in your work.

The only time people bend over backwards to do something is when they go the extra mile to describe their reader as some skinny, white person. And if you don’t want to do that, which it’s sounds heavily like you don’t, I’m not gonna sit here and hold your hand to try and get you to. I really hope I’m wrong though (although it’s not even the tone of this ask—you definitely worded that last sentence to make being inclusive seem like a negative chore).

In the end, you can write what you want to write, but not everyone is gonna read it, I know I’m not. Which also goes into the numbers thing, because I see people crying about that constantly, and it’s because people with this type of ignorant mindset (be it purposely or because they don’t face these things) exclude a ton of people.

And I understand you wanted to use the anon to say this, but maybe think about why you did. Would the people who follow you be disappointed you think like this? The people who read your fics? Is that telling?

You shouldn’t feel like eliminating these words (and I know very well you know what white coding is because you stated you’d have to bend over backwards to not do so) is a chore. This is precisely why I only read works that are POC friendly. You may not mean this to be harmful, but it’s because I don’t want to support people who think like you nor would I even be able to see myself in your works.

In fact, I’ve gotten so used to the white coding that I struggle greatly to ever picture myself, and that’s the problem. You get the privilege to imagine yourself but thousands of people don’t because you don’t want them to, you don’t care.

That’s why.

#$ replies #poc!reader inclusivity #poc!reader #black!reader

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puuvillaa · 6 months

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I wrote most of By Appointment Only for The Fic That Haunts You, an event whose purpose was to finish a fic that has been haunting you. A part of that was to have a check-in each month and write a bit about what's going on with the fic, and I have all those check-ins saved.

If you want to get a look at what was going through my head as I worked on the fic, now's your chance.

—The fic

What is the concept?

Alphas need to have mates by the time they turn 30. Remus doesn’t have a mate, so he needs to be assigned one. He meets James and they decide to bond.

Why has it been haunting you?

I started writing it quite a while ago, then never finished. I like the idea a lot and want to write more omegaverse as well as wolfbucks.

What is your goal for TFTHY?

Posting the fic by the autumn of 2022

What is your starting word count?

23,775

—Check-ins

Date: 29.4.2022

Current word count: 28,915