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marinasmarvel · 8 days

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Poser

Summary: Natasha gets sick of Yelena constantly calling her a poser, so she brings back a playful method from their childhood to teach her a lesson.

A/N: I’m back with another drabble! Yelena deserved to be the bratty and annoying little sister as an adult, so I’m giving her that chance. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Tickling and fluff

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, resisting the temptation to throw her sister out the window. Sure, she would never intentionally hurt her sister, she loves the blonde more than she can explain. But Yelena is driving her fucking crazy.

The blonde is cackling on the floor of the gym, rolling around like a child. She had immediately burst into hysterics when Natasha landed in one of her infamous poses after Yelena had knocked her down while they were sparring.

“Yelena, it’s not that funny.” Natasha growls. But she can’t shake the fondness in her tone. “You’re right poser, it’s hilarious!” Yelena cackles.

Natasha tackles Yelena, their sparring session soon turning into a playful wrestling match. “Poser!” Yelena yells out.

Natasha groans.

“Hey poser, come here a second.”

Natasha internally groans. Yelena has barely even called her by her actual name. Only poser.

“What it is, Yelena?” She asks. The blonde smirks. “Nothing. Just wanted to call you a poser.”

Natasha lunges for her, but Yelena runs before she can grab her. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Natasha yells.

“YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE YOU STINKY POSER!” Yelena yells back.

Natasha lets her get away.

For now.

Natasha’s last straw comes the next day.

The avengers are gathered in the common room, hanging out and chatting.

“Gosh, you are such a poser.”

Natasha freezes. Yelena has yet to call her the annoying nickname in front of the avengers.

Until now.

Yelena sees the mischievous glint in her sister’s eye soon enough to start running towards their shared room in the compound. She barely makes it into the room before Natasha is grabbing her by the waist and tackling her onto the bed.

Yelena is pinned before she can blink. Natasha is holding her wrists in one hand, her other hand slipping under Yelena’s shirt and resting on her stomach. The blonde is already giggling in anticipation, knowing what is coming next. “Nohohoho dohonon’t!” She pleads.

But Natasha ignores her.

She begins furiously wiggling her fingers right above Yelena’s belly button, sending her into cackling laughter. “STOHOHOHOHOP!” She screams, squealing when Natasha pinches her ribs.

“Really? Hmm…I don’t think I will. This is what you get for calling me a poser so much!” Natasha growls, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on Yelena’s neck. Yelena screams with giggles, squirming and trying to free herself. “YOU ARE A POHOHOHOSER!”

Natasha’s fingers stop. She raises an eyebrow. “Am I? Surely you should’ve learned your lesson now.”

Yelena nods at the question. Natasha sighs, appearing as though she’s given up, and Yelena thinks she’s won.

But then, Natasha grabs her ankles. Yelena’s eyes widen like saucers, and she starts desperately trying to free her ankles from the subsequent headlock Natasha has them in. “Nohoho! I’m sorry!” Yelena apologizes. Her feet have always been her worst spot, even when she was a kid. Natasha knows this.

The redhead pulls Yelena’s black socks off her feet, exposing them to the cold air.

“Too late. You had your chance.”

With those final words, Natasha cruelly skitters her fingers into Yelena’s soles, tickling her feverishly.

Yelena bursts into boisterous, unwavering laughter. She tries pushing on Natasha’s back, but the redhead doesn’t stop. A quick pinch to Yelena’s ribs has her falling back onto the bed. “STOHOHOHOHOP! MERCY!” Yelena cries. Natasha is quick and unpredictable in her movements, constantly switching between her toes, heels, and arches. She can tell that it’s driving Yelena crazy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!” Yelena cackles. Natasha lets go of her ankles, crawling upwards and blowing a giant raspberry on Yelena’s toned stomach. The blonde wheezes, tapping the bed with her palm.

Natasha relents, looking down at her with her signature smirk. Yelena glares playfully. “That was mean, sestra.” She pants. “You had it coming, little one.” Natasha retorts. She opens her arms, allowing Yelena to snuggle into her side. “I love you so much, detka. Never change.” Natasha murmurs, planting a kiss on Yelena’s forehead. Yelena melts into the affection, curling closer to Nat.

“I love you too.”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy and chaotic fic! Comments are appreciated. Feel free to send requests!

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #black widow #the avengers #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #widow sisters #natasha and yelena #marvel fanfiction #tickle fic

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squealing-santa · 1 year

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i'll be okay

by: uwu!anon for: music!anon summary: the mission has clearly taken a toll on your mental health a/n: i apologise for the angst and merry (AHEM VERY LATE) christmas!!!! <3 warnings: swearing, nightmares, panic attack, depictions of violence, near-death experience, tickling words: 1.5k

"i'll be okay."

those were the words that you kept telling yourself.

but you weren't okay. and you just might never be.

you woke up drowning in your own cold sweat, hyperventilating like there was no tomorrow, the nightmares burning into the depth of your mind, grabbing away every ounce of sanity you had. there you were, cold and vulnerable, shivering in the blankets which had you sweating but freezing cold at the same time. every time you tried to fight the feeling of being petrified, you failed miserably. and every failed attempt made you tremble in fear.

what is wrong with you?

an avenger, the second youngest one on the team, barely older than peter by a few months. you should be old enough to deal with stupid nightmares. peter would never be like you.

what is wrong with you?

you were trained to do this, shooting enemies and doing heroic missions. all those years of training as a shield agent- why is this so hard for you?

what is wrong with you?

you fucking fought your way to be an avenger. you went from being a normal low rank shield agent to this, outshining millions of other agents- why couldn't you deal with a single, normal mission?

you fought to keep your eyelids open, but they felt like they weighed a million pounds. soon enough, your eyes closed into a deep trance once again, as your latest mission (or nightmare, for that matter) floated right in front of your tired eyes.

"RUN, Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE!" as you heard rogers say distinctly in the earpiece. you bolted, twisting through the maze of endless science products.

behind you, you heard loud footsteps chasing you. at least forty men, you supposed. probably armed.

BANG!

okay, they were definitely armed.

"fuck fuck fuck" you swore under your breath as they caught up with you. you were fast, but apparently not fast enough for a literal stampede of forty armed men.

dodging bullets, you managed to get through the door, sunlight temporarily blinding your eyes. you squinted, jumping down the balcony, feeling the sinking feeling in your stomach and expecting the all too familiar avengers aircraft to catch you perfectly as you landed.

it wasn't there.

screaming and flailing your limbs hopelessly against the air, it was you versus gravity.

guess who won?

"oh shit."

after a while- (a very long while)

"y/n! thank god!" steve's voice ringing in your ears. your head was pounding and you were pretty much really banged up.

"what the fuck was that? weren't you ready to catch me in the air, like we planned?"

"i'm sorry, the helicopter broke down and i crashed straight on the ground right as i saw you dive off." steve stared at you apologetically. seeing your bruises and scratches, he scratched his head sheepishly.

"i'm fine." you reassured him.

but you weren't fine.

you had succeeded in failing your mission AND nearly killing yourself in the process.

the dive of your stomach as you jumped down without a doubt, the fear when the aircraft wasn't right there to catch you, the terrified feeling that you were going to die. it didn't just go away.

not to mention the guilty feeling when you didn't grab the science vials and the forever unsatisfied urge for every mission to be a success. you failed.

sure, you knew the risks of being an avenger. but never had you ever been so close to death. and as ridiculous as it was, you had never failed a single mission.

and there you are now, crying and clutching at your chest helplessly, as you fought to forget those simple memories that would haunt you forever.

"y/n?" you heard a voice call out.

you jumped, turning your head. you hated that others could see this vulnerable side of you. normally stoic, unaffected y/n, broken down because of a few bullets and a long fall. pathetic.

you would never be accepted by the other avengers. you didn't have superpowers, nor anything special. even the other human avengers were brilliant. you weren't badass like natasha, or amazing at archery like clint. you were just you. normal. boring. you.

"wanda?" you whispered, trying to hide the trembling of your voice.

"are you okay?" her voice sliced through the awkward tension at 3 am, nearly making the overwhelmed tears rush through your eyes.

"yeah." you took a deep breath and sighed.

"it's okay to... talk to me, you know."

you stiffened, sitting up straight. "i don't need to talk to you. i'm fine."

"y/n." wanda stared at you straight in the eyes.

you didn't return the stare.

at that point, warm tears had gushed through your eyes, making your entire face a mess. you looked away in embarrassment, rubbing your eyes furiously to stop the long overdue tears from running down your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, i-" you were a loss for words as you tried to pull yourself together. to be seen as a mess in front of your idol, wanda maximoff, was too much too handle. you sobbed, blushing as you felt her gaze staring directly at you.

wanda's lips pulled into a reassuring smile as she held out her arms, raising her eyebrows as if asking for permission to hug you. you hesitantly nodded.

you practically melted into her embrace. this made you realise how much you missed physical affection. your family was never the touchy type, and training to be a shield agent wasn't exactly, well, lovely.

wanda couldn't help but let out a giggle at how you reacted to her simple gesture. you playfully glared as she rubbed her hands comfortably up and down your back.

she never asked about what happened, or why you were crying. never forcing your boundaries or triggering you again. but her message was clear: i'll be here for you no matter what happened.

at that moment you felt like you would be okay.

until the fingers started rubbing at your sides.

you could feel every one of her fingernails pressing gently into your hypersensitive skin, triggering the nerves in it. you tried not to squirm away, too shy to tell wanda what she was doing to you.

as she continued to rub on your sides, you let the tiniest of squeaks leave your lips.

wanda's fingers stopped.

time stopped.

you gasped inaudibly.

"you're ticklish?" the dreaded question left wanda's mouth.

oh god.

you could practically feel wanda's smirk burning at the back of your head as you covered your face bashfully with your hands.

"no?"

wanda scratched her fingers up and down your sides, eliciting a whole bunch of squeaky giggles.

"that's really cute, y/n"

you looked away, afraid to make eye contact.

"you don't think i'm weak?"

"what? no way! being ticklish is real normal y/n. it's just a human thing!"

she poked at your ribs.

"look at me, you dork. you're amazing, no matter if you have superpowers or not. it doesn't matter how great you are at fighting, or how many missions you've failed. we love you for who you are. and about the post-mission traumas, trust me, i've been through plenty of them. not to mention the time when hydra experimented on me and pietro, and even the time when pietro-" wanda swallowed hardly before continuing.

"there are always some things we can never get over. some losses. some pain. it's all part of our lives and we can't help it. so the only thing we can do is just live through life. i'm not telling you to just brush it off. but you're not alone, y/n. i hope you'll understand. everyone here has suffered through major losses and post-mission traumas. you can talk to us, you know? you don't have to be always reserved and private. we're a family here and that's what matters. we can help you. all you have to do is learn to trust."

"trust." you repeated. "i can do that."

"great." wanda's face broke into a smile. "now let's get you tucked up in bed."

as you went dove back into your bed which wanda had thoughtfully changed the sweaty covers of, you were afraid once again. you wanted to call for wanda, but it seemed unnecessary. you didn't want to seem like a baby.

"trust." you said to yourself. "WANDA!"

and that night, wanda maximoff, the scarlet witch, crouched uncomfortably next to your bed, insisting that she was okay. she held your hand until you fell asleep, brushing your hair out of your eyes, holding you tight.

the next morning, you whispered to yourself, "i'll be okay."

and for once, you really believed it.

#author: uwu!anon #marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff x reader #swearing #nightmares #panic attack #depictions of violence #near-death experience #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #submission #tickle fic #angst and fluff

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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 5: Punishment

A/N: Thank you to @softaneasy who requested this one. Truthfully, I do not ship Stony, nor do I like writing the character of Steve Rogers. And I was initially gonna turn this prompt down. But the writing angel/demon living inside me told me to go outside my comfort zone for this Tickletober. So here we are!

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Tony had been acting a bit too snarky at the team meetings nowadays. At first, the crew chalked it up to a bad hair day or waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But after it persisted for three or four meetings, it was clear there was something larger looming over the billionaire philanthropist.

Steve approached Tony after the fifth team meeting where he sent everyone off scoffing, particular Natasha this time. Normally unphased by Tony's words, this meeting's aim had been directed mostly at her.

"Hey," Steve stopped Tony from exiting and they were the only two left in the room, "Do I have to ask?"

"Maybe you do, cap. Be a little more specific."

"Why are you a raving asshole lately?"

The language took Tony by surprise and actually got a grin out of him, "Productivity has been well below average, trying to boost morale by tearing everyone down first, so they can eventually rise together to fight against the stigma. Isn't that was leadership is all about?"

"No, not at all, actually."

"Well, to each their own," Tony then attempted to walk out past Steve, but Captain America gripped onto Tony's shoulder after he passed him and got close enough to the door.

"Tony," Steve sighed, "I know there's more going on here. I'm willing to forgive it all if you just act a little nicer from here on out, hm?"

"We'll see, Rogers," Tony left the room this time, whistling to himself. Steve narrowed his eyes and watched him walk down the hallway, "I'll give you one more chance, Stark."

"And I'll be eagerly awaiting the consequences post said chance," Tony had spun around to deliver his parting remarks and walked backwards for a few paces before turning down a corner.

And another meeting came and went, no changes from Iron Man. This time his target was poor Bruce Banner. Steve bided his time as everyone left the room and even waited for Tony to leave, knowing he was headed for his lab. Tony tended to work on a routine nowadays, so it was easy to track him.

The sliding doors to the lab whooshed open for Steve after he made it downstairs.

"Office hours aren't until tomorrow, sport," Tony chided, readying a pair of goggles and gloves for the work he was about to set out on.

"Oh, I'll be quick. Here to follow up on a threat," Steve was approaching Tony by his work station.

"Threat?" Tony turned around and eyed Steve, "My Captain America doesn't threaten, he moreso saves and leads and throws his little dinner plate around. Oh! You mean about the--"

"Yeah, your punishment, let's call it," Steve was now sporting a grin. The silence between the two hung in the air a few beats too long, and it was long enough for Tony's own smug look to be wiped from his face.

"Wait--" was the only thing he could get out before Steve pinned him against his own work table, high enough for the edge of the table to be caught in the small of Tony's back.

"Jesus, cap, at least take me out to dinner fi-hirst," an unwanted giggle slipped its way out of Tony's lips when he felt thick fingers prodding into his ribs.

"Do you ever stop talking?" Steve asked Tony, wanting to sound exasperated but it mostly came out teasing, with a small smile still on his face. His fingers dug right in, not playing games. This was a punishment, after all, for Tony's constant being a dick to everyone.

Tony yelped and he wanted to shrink down to the floor but Steve's strength and superior girth kept Tony upright. He laughed against his will and it was loud laughter because god dammit Steve knew how to tickle.

"Fuhucking stop!" Tony begged, his hands tightening onto Steve's wrists but was unable to stop their path. Steve worked his hands down until the thumbs dug into the crevices of Tony's hips, mostly exposed due to his low-rise pants. Tony screamed and he did manage to collapse halfway, so Steve's hands had to stop tickling him there, thank god. But now Steve pulled one of Tony's arms up, easy enough since the billionaire hadn't let go of his wrist yet, and pinned that hand to the table.

"N-nno," Tony protested, "No, Rogers, don't. Don't do it."

"Don't do what? Get under here?" he fluttered the fingers of his free hand under Tony's arm, which was now wide open.

"SHIHIhiiiit! You bastard!" Tony growled, stomping his foot on the floor, "Lemme go! Let me go right now!"

"You're in no position to be making threats now, Stark," Steve smirked and he used all the force of his fingertips to dig in and around Tony's armpit, partially exposed to the elements because of the very short sleeve shirt Tony was wearing. Not quite a tank top, but tight enough to leave a space for skin-to-skin touches.

Tony laughed, throwing his head back as his other hand came up to try and ward off Steve's fingers. But he was laughing so hard his coordination was off.

"I'm gonna get you to apologize to everyone," Steve spoke about serious matters as if he wasn't literally tickling his friend and coworker to near death, "And you're not gonna take out whatever shit you got going on on the team."

"OkAY! OKAY!" Tony agreed immediately.

Steve rose a brow and he smirked, "I didn't think you'd cave that quickly. When am I supposed to deliver my big speech?" he pulled Tony until he was standing again and he now rested both his hands on either side of Tony's stomach.

"Plehehease no," Tony giggled and it was almost cute. Hands were at Steve's wrists once more, waiting for the inevitable.

"I have to. This isn't a real punishment if I don't get the worst spot on you," Steve smiled once more, a bigger, brighter one this time. And both hands wreaked havoc on Tony's belly. One hand vibrated its claw shape right in the middle and the other slipped under said tight shirt that had already risen up and was scratching at the tender skin across Tony's waistband.

Now Tony really did scream. His laughter rung out loud and clear and his arms couldn't do a thing. He tried hunching forward, falling to the floor, considered head-butting Steve for a hot second there, but nothing came to fruition. Tony laughed so hard he snorted as Steve's fingers finally lifted off his very ticklish torso.

"Gohohod," Tony snorted again and he hated it, "You're even more of an asshole than me, old man," he was breathing heavily, wiping sweat from his brow. He watched as Steve was walking out of his lab.

"Maybe you just needed a little lightening of your spirits," Steve said in return and before he got in the elevator to go back upstairs, he added, "I hope you've learned your lesson."

Tony gave Steve a thumbs up followed by a very pronounced middle finger. Steve laughed as the elevator doors closed and Tony huffed out a chuckle. Maybe he did need that. Hm, tickle punishment works. Who knew?

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hiddengiggles · 5 months

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Do you nerd out on Marvel/MCU?

And if so, what’s your top 3 favorite movies and/or shows so far?

(If top 3 is top hard, you can do too 5 😉)

I do nerd out about Marvel! But I definitely enjoy the earlier movies and some of the TV shows most. Like Avengers Endgame was good, but so many films lost the hearts of the characters because the studio kept too many secrets and it was harder to develop the characters.

Loki (season 1) and WandaVision were fantastic, the Iron Man 1 and 2, Captain America: the First Avenger, and Thor: Ragnorak are all around the top of my list!

After Phase 3, I don’t think I’ve seen any of the movies, I’m seriously behind 😅

Send asks guessing what stuff I’m nerdy about and I’ll confirm or deny

#nerd ask game #about me #not tickling #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #anon ask

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shadow-says-hello · 9 months

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Okay okay it’s my opinion

Anyways…whatever one wins I’m going to binge watch because I’m in the mood but it’s not like anyone is gonna vote here because idk if marvel accounts are active here anymore

#tickle community #tickling #tickle #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #Hawkeye #Loki #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #series #mini series #sfw

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eyestumblin · 2 months

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thoughts on Barbie (2022)

If you're at all interested in this movie and its discourse, Broey Deschanel's video and Verily Bitchie's are worth your time. They explain how the film is propaganda to sell toys (of course) but its main purpose is to revitalize Mattel's brand and begin a new "marvel cinematic universe" with their IPs. Bringing beloved indie directors in as a promise they'll sneak authenticity through the corporate machine is part of that marketing tactic. Apparently, it's worked for Barbie despite many of the people who celebrate it feeling fatigue with Disney-Marvel for over-saturating the cinema landscape using the exact same tactics. Maybe because this time it's with the toys of their childhood instead of star wars and comic books it feels subversive, brave, and refreshing, but Barbie's vision of Girl Power is not even meekly rebellious and certainly not feminist.

There is a purposeful void where the feminism should be. It is the strawman that anti-feminists imagine: not a movement of liberation and equality, only a cry of "I want to be the one doing the oppressing!".

I understand how a Wakanda-like vision of a world without misogyny is a delightful fantasy to live in, and the few lines explicitly calling out impossible, often contradictory double standards held over women may be a wake up call for those who have not engaged with this conversation before. For baby's first feminism, simply recognizing what misogyny is and how it wears down and degrades women can be a powerful experience. However, there is no discussion of how and why patriarchy causes and enforces misogyny or how to dismantle it.

The movie acknowledges the male characters, especially Ken, as emotional beings with understandable pain, and gives him more attention than the troubled mother-daughter relationship that seems like it should be the core of a film for and about women. His existential crisis is a parallel to Barbie's, and so for a satisfying conclusion, it's important they both get the answer to their question: "Who am I? What do I need to be to deserve love?".

"You're not an accessory, you should just do your own thing without a woman" is a fine answer for Ken, but is an incomplete offering for men under patriarchy. For all the runtime this movie sinks into men, it seems to go out of its way to avoid ever acknowledging how patriarchy harms them, too. Bell Hooks said, "The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence toward women. Instead, patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill off the emotional parts of themselves." Will Ferrell's declaration that he wants to be tickled is the closest thing to acknowledging how patriarchy robs men of full access to their own lives but unless you already know feminist theory, it's just a throwaway joke on what a goofy little guy he is.

From birth, patriarchy teaches men the answer to the question of how to be worthy of love is a lifelong gauntlet of contests. Who collects the most valuable things (women being objectified and included in this tally), who can endure the most isolation and pain, who can conquer and stand alone at the top. Stepping on women is normalized as an easy way to raise ranks in these contests before even competing with other men. Treating women as equals is punished because it's not participating 'correctly' if he doesn't seek power over women and other men (I kept waiting for Allan to be some kind of comment on this, but nope!).

The word Patriarchy is littered throughout the script and used as a magic spell to transform Barbieland overnight without any further exposition. Men are framed as the adversary, but the happy ending is not to free everyone from patriarchy. Systemic injustice is not challenged, men and women do not unite as equals. Barbieland returns to Matriarchy and the narrator chuckles about how someday, perhaps, the Kens will only face the same level of oppression human women do on earth.

I saw more memes about Ken than any other character, and although there's validity to claims that he's most popular because men always get more positive attention than women, it's also definitely a consequence of the film's choices. He gets the most fully formed and sympathetic arc, a music number, and most marketable quips and visual gags. Getting through heartbreak and learning "I am Kenough" is a lot easier to relate to and make fun memes of than a flawless, immortal being meeting her creators and choosing to develop cellulite and die.

The reception of this movie has been enormous and enthusiastic, surely in part because its marketing budget cost as much as the movie itself. I was curious whether criticism and lack of accolade was really just misogyny at work as much of the internet believes. The conclusion I've come to is that Mattel strategically planned Barbie to be championed by women and rely on real misogyny ("pink movie for girls bad, cannot be good movie") to blot out any and all criticism of its weak writing and insincere, toothless social commentary. This happened with Ghostbusters 2016; the wailing and fury of nostalgic misogynists was so loud, it made denouncing them feel like an important fight to take up rather than just free advertising and clout for a mediocre, cynical corporate product.

I totally understand the ~fun~ parts of this movie and I'd enjoy watching some of the spectacle again. It's just frustrating to see Mattel catching earnest people hook, line, and sinker in the year 2023 even after a decade of seeing others strung along behind the same boat. They've successfully packaged the movie as important through implied (but critically absent) connection to feminism when all that's inside is, for better or worse, just a colorful plastic toy (20$).

#opinions on entertainment #barbie #spoilers #been a while since i wrote a long one. writing tiring but i did my best

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skylarstark4826 · 16 days

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Shuri’s entire body was screaming with pain. Even though she had shouldered through pulling herself from the spear, she was still dizzy from all of the hits she’d taken and how hard she cracked into the ground. But then again, that was likely a bit lighter than what she had done to the man at her feet. The man who was looking up at her as if he’d never seen her before, or saw her in a new light. Either that or he was truly dying from the lack of water like a beached fish, and it was up to Shuri to drag him into it. He seemed to be in no position to do so, not with his scorched back, and certainly not with whatever was going through his mind at that moment.

Leaning down, she hesitated to touch him. Touching him outside of causing harm seemed so. . .foreign. And yet she had to grasp him to pull him to the shoreline.

Crouching beside him, she set a knee into the sand and looked over his body for a moment, judging the best place to grab him. A strong hand rests against her thigh, causing her to look down sharply at it before narrowing her eyes at the man it belonged to. “Namor. Just because I have spared your life doesn’t mean you can go and touch me wherever you’d like.” She huffed, grabbing his wrist delicately and lifting it to loop around her shoulders instead. He gave a wheezing laugh at her words, lifting his other arm as she guided it around her shoulders as well. Slowly her arms wrapped around his torso, careful of the burns on his back even though he hissed anyway.

Slowly pushing off to stand, she groaned a bit with how it seemed that he wasn’t willing to help her out. But she hears the sand scuff below and he manages to brace himself on his feet, still leaning heavily into her. His dark hair caked with sand sticking to sea salt soaked locks brushed against her cheek, tickling her face. It drew a little noise from her throat as she dipped her hands to grasp his hips, adjusting him again before wrapping her arms around him again. It almost felt like an embrace with the way his arms seemed set on remaining around her shoulders, with how his chest pressed to hers and she can feel how warm he is. The combination of the heat chamber, the desert, the explosion, the exertion. . .he was like a space heater. Part of Shuri wanted to shut her eyes and just lean into it, let the heat melt the ache in her body away.

But he needed water, and this was the least she could do.

“Can you walk at all?” She asked, met with only a grunt. “That didn’t answer my--nevermind. I can carry you.” She bit her lower lip as she adjusted a third time, this time leaning and sweeping the man’s legs from the ground at the knee. A much louder noise left him at that, obviously not used to being carried as he held just a bit tighter to her. His face remained away from her own, as if he were hiding, but Shuri couldn’t focus on that. Instead she gathered herself to keep balance, starting to carry the man towards the water lapping at the sands in front of them. It shouldn’t feel like miles away, but her body is exhausted and he was heavy. “What have you been eating? My gods.”

“You’ve had food from us.” His voice is raspy, and Shuri had to quickly look at him to make sure he wasn’t dying so soon. “I eat what my people eat.” He’s speaking, but she’s transfixed on his face so close to her own. His lashes were longer than she thought a man’s could be, his septum piercing decorated with slight designs she never noticed from afar, and even though his lips were chapped from the sand, she had a feeling they were soft otherwise. His eyes were dark when they lifted to fix onto hers; despite his weakened state, there was still something formidable behind those eyes. Serious, maybe, but she wasn’t afraid of him and nor he, her. A mutual understanding, maybe, an understanding born from trying to kill each other.

His fingers curl into the nape of her neck and he gives another soft wheeze, prompting Shuri to try and move just a bit faster for him. “I was expecting you to kill me.” His voice is soft, she’s lucky to hear by virtue of being close to him.

“I almost did. I wanted to.” She admitted quietly, watching his lashes flutter shut for a moment. “Namor. Keep your eyes open.” They reopen, fixating on her face again. “Good boy.” That earns another wheeze from him, a cross between shock and amusement as she smiles in turn. Looking back to the shore that was thankfully much closer than it was before, she did her best to do as fast of a stumble jog as she could manage, though it caused white hot pain to shoot up her spine, almost making her drop him. Forced to reduce back to the careful steps from before, she feels him fix himself slightly in her arms as the crash of the waves get louder.

“Set me down.” His voice isn’t firm, but Shuri sets him on his feet anyway, looping his arm around her shoulders and wrapping her own around his waist. He can barely walk, his other hand moving instead to rest over her stomach as if that was helping anything.

“What are you doing?” She asked, and he mumbled something unintelligible in turn. “Hey. We’re almost there, look--” Grasping him a bit tighter and holding him upright, she pushed him where the sand began to harden from moisture, though he was pulling her along with him. The waves graze his skin and he gasps like it’s the first breath he’s taken in a while; it’s her turn to be hauled along into the crashing waves. He lets her go once they’re ankle deep, diving in ahead of her and disappearing within the waves.

Left alone, she can feel the weight and pain of everything start to settle in. Now that she didn’t have Namor to worry over, her body gave its own indications of pain that sent her lowering to her knees, watching the water lap at her bodysuit. It’s a tether to keep her from drowning in her pain, hand settling where she had been impaled. Honestly, the herb had caused the wound to close, but it still ached heavily. And it didn’t prevent her from being nearly exhausted from pain, especially from practically fighting for her life.

The water’s laps are disrupted as hands curl under her arms, and Shuri looks up to watch Namor lift her like she were a doll, carrying her a few steps more into the sea before settling down, sitting her next to him the way they had sat beside each other what felt like forever ago. Down in Talokan, away from the world, before everything happened. Everything that likely could have been prevented. Her breathing is labored even though her healing was working through her, but regenerative healing couldn’t quite heal her heart. The guilt, the emptiness that anger left when it dropped with the spear.

“Namor, I didn’t know Nakia was coming to get me. I didn’t know mother had sent her, and I didn’t know -- I didn’t know.” Admissions roll from her lips before she can stop it. “I wanted to save that woman, even if it had been lethal I wanted to save her so badly. Even if she had put a knife - it was - none of it should have happened the way it did.” A large hand rests on her cheek, thumb smearing over her upper lip and stealing the blood that had started to dry on her skin.

“Shh.” He hushed her gently, voice nearly lost in the waves around them. “I know. It shouldn’t have happened this way.” Shuri had been correct, saying vengeance consumed them both. And it was killing their people.

His hand doesn’t move from her cheek, and she finds herself leaning into it, eyes sliding closed. Her fingers lift from the water to curl around the beads, calling for air support to pick them up. But it would take a few moments, and she found herself wishing to stay in this moment for a little longer. Their own little world, the one that had been taken the first time by him being called away. Something about Namor’s presence, now that she was exhausted from anger’s departure, was a comfort. Even if he had been the cause of most of it.

Namor’s other hand comes up to join the first in cupping her face, his forehead pressing against her own. He says nothing, he doesn’t need to. They both hurt each other in ways that would likely leave scars, which meant they were the perfect people to comfort each other into healing the open wounds to allow them to close.

Shuri’s hands move to rest against the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of the sea and the sand, nothing but salt around them. Opening her eyes slightly, she can see his lips look just as soft as she’d figure they’d be once he met the water. His chin lifts slightly and Shuri breathes a sigh before she leans in, confirming her suspicions that his lips would be soft. Water stained her mouth, facial hair rubbed against her smooth skin, the tip of her nose briefly bumping his piercing before he tipped his head to the side slightly, letting her nose brush against his skin instead. This lapse of judgment could later be blamed on the delirium brought by exhaustion, but kissing him was like shotgunning an energy drink. Her fingers curl into his wet hair and she didn’t care a single bit about it soaking through to her. In fact, she allowed the suit to melt from her hands so she could touch him fully. Hands pushing through dripping locks, nails lightly digging into his scalp before she was pulling him closer.

Namor was just as affected by the share agreement of delirium brought by exhaustion. Hands grasp her firmly, pulling her into his lap and hungrily tasting her mouth. She refused to part her lips for his tongue, though he laid a petulant kitten lick to her closed lips, making her sigh and bite his lower lip in turn. A puppy nip, enough to briefly break skin but was covered by her lips once more, smearing his blood over both of their mouths. He liked that. He liked that a lot. More than a few other things could ever wish to do. Her bodysuit pressed designs against his bare chest, body soft under it despite the fact, fitting perfectly in his large hands. He skimmed one down to the small of her back, not brave enough to grope any lower but definitely letting his pinkie brush for the promise of it, causing a shiver to go up her spine before she settled against him again. A perfect mesh between two people more alike than they’d like to admit.

Parting from each other with a gasp, Shuri refused to open her eyes and thus wasn’t privy to the way that Namor gazed at her like she was his own personal goddess. A woman who stamped him down, and then carried him to water after forcing him to submit. And no one ever achieved getting Namor to submit. Something about Shuri made all of it change; her determination, perhaps, or the knowledge that she too was struggling to keep herself afloat among clashing interests. Maybe the only good thing to come from the surface world forcing him to turn to Wakanda was that he got to meet the princess who lost everything.

Drawing her in again, he pressed a much lighter kiss to her mouth to which she reciprocated, hands in his hair once more. This one was slower, though also briefer when interrupted by the noise of something above them. He could feel the gusts of inorganic wind disrupting the water around them, and he looked up to see a Wakandan ship lowering itself towards them. Looking back to Shuri, her eyes were open and directed away from him, almost embarrassed.

Because, admittedly, she was. “Come on.” Refusing to let it stick, her gaze dragged back to his gorgeous face and he offered her a little smile, gently shifting her from his lap. Together they stepped towards the ship, and his large hands rested upon her hips to give unneeded help up, which she took anyway. If only because the soft pressure of his hold was more pleasant than it had any right to be. Honestly, he was more pleasant to be around than he had any right to be after everything that had happened. But foolishly, her heart was still drawn towards him, to his company.

He stepped up to the other side and their hands connected where they held onto the ship for balance. His fingers part to allow hers to intertwine, holding fast as they left the sea for the air, leaving their own little world for their people.

But at least there was an unspoken promise from their mutual delirium: they would be doing so again. Under a different excuse, under different circumstances. But they would meet again.

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #namor and shuri #namor of talokan #shuri of wakanda #king namor #princess shuri #nashuri fanart #namor x shuri fanart #black panther #black panter wakanda forever #namor mcu #namuri

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Tactical Hide and Seek

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oJrRUci by ElisabethMonroe Cass takes hide and seek very seriously. Sam imparts spy knowledge Words: 1297, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Wilson Family, Wilson family dynamics, Wilson Family Shennanigans, Wilson Family Feels, Tickling, Family Shenanigans, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Family Feels, One Shot, Laughter, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oJrRUci

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 8 months

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Stay With Me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49790008 by Sara (ctrsara) Tony's been so busy he hasn't had time to spend with any of his favorite people, and it's starting to make him feel grumpy. Or is that maybe the tickle in his throat? Totally unnecessary to read anything else in this series to enjoy this one. (But know that this AU has diverged when "Infinity War" would have happened, and that it's the summer before Peter's senior year.) Sicktember 2023 prompts "Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care," "But if you stay, you'll get sick too," and Cozytober prompts "Favorite Warm Sweatshirt," and "Catching a Cold." Words: 2529, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of Unbroken Strands Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: sicktember 2023, Sickfic, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, ironfam, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs Sleep, Protective Pepper Potts, Protective Peter Parker, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Happy Hogan Did Not Have Allergies, Tony Stark's Body Has Had It read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49790008

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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ao3feed-twiyor · 5 months

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Christmas Tickle Drabbles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nfIREwB by otomiyatickles A small collection of christmassy tickle drabbles I posted on Tumblr last year (2022), but my blog died so I'm reposting them here instead. Words: 8305, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100, Marvel Cinematic Universe, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian, Great Pretender (Anime), 同級生 | Doukyusei | Classmates - Nakamura Asumiko (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, He Tian/Mo Guanshan (19 Days), Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Kusakabe Hikaru/Sajou Rihito, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Kaeya/Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Gorou/Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Tickling read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nfIREwB

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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apocrypals · 1 year

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before i listened to apocrypals i watched Jenny Nicholsons video "The Church Play Cinematic Universe" in which one of the plays is a marvel parody and Thor is referred to as "The Son of Thunder" (because obviously you cant have other gods in church) it tickled me to find out this is a real thing from bible

It is indeed! That video is pretty wild, I suspect many of our listeners have watched it

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endlesstwanted · 1 year

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The Balance Between Two Equations

Late fluffy entry for February day 15, read on Ao3!

Fandom: Hawkeye (TV 2021), Black Panther (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Kate Bishop/Riri Williams Tags: College AU, Roommates, Students, Slice of Life Summary: Kate and Riri keep some mid and post-study rituals. Wordcount: 578

Created for: · @ultimateundesirable-bwpp FemSlash2023 prompt — College · @fluffbruary prompt — Radio · @fluffyfebruary prompt — Reward · @marvelrarepairbingo prompt — Tickling (Valentine Mini-Event card #2)

Excerpt:

[...] being there for the worst part of their degrees meant they also were there for the best part of them. [...]

They liked to have those moments with more frequency than the other kind, because they got some reward other than having one less paper to hand over out of them.

#fluffy february #fluffbruary 2023 #marvelrarepairbingo #marvel fanfic #kate bishop #hawkeye #wakanda forever #femslash #rare pair #endlesstwanted femslash

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fictitious-fluff · 1 year

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Masterpost

[as of 26 October]

SFW ONLY, NFSW DNI

Eyo! Welcome to my blog!

I write mostly tickle fluff, and the occasional angst. Decided to make a side blog to post my fics when I do write them since my main is non-tickle related.

Feel free to drop an ask and say hi :D I don't bite XD

Posted Fics

Undertale

Brush the Stubbornness Away - After falling into some paint, Sans is too lazy to get up and clean himself up. Papyrus puts it upon himself to help Sans change his mind.

Eight Plus Two makes Ten - While studying together, Sans finds out that monster and human skeletal structures are different. Frisk wants to comfirm that discovery for herself.

Loki x Reader

(coming soon)

Sanders Sides

The One and Only - Logan believes he's immune to tickling. However, a small accidental brush from Patton says otherwise.

Delatrune

Dear Diary... - Noelle discovers something interesting lying on Susie's desk

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

Unusual Comfort - A little situation left Pomni alone and down in the dumps. Kinger wants to help.

Fandom List

Currently writing

Undertale

Loki x Reader (Platonic/Romantic)

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC) (excluding Bubbles and Kinger. I just can't write them.)

The Bright Sessions

Fandoms I'm familiar with

Deltarune

Doki Doki Literature Club (DDLC)

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (DHMIS)

My Hero Academia (MHA)

MLP: Friendship Is Magic

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) [some parts]

Spy x Family

Sanders Sides

TMNT 2012

Wild Kratts

Your Name / Kimi no Na wa

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iamanonniemouse · 1 year

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Fic Year in Review: 2022

Wow how is it already 2023?! AAAH

Anyway, I’ve come to enjoy doing this every year because I honestly forget what I write, or at least forget the timespan where I wrote it, so writing these up makes me go AW I REMEMBER THAT ONE. So really this is selfishly more for me than anything else.

Total words written: 56,961

Total fics written: 30

Number of fandoms written for: 6! (Is this a record for me?? I feel like it is)

Most popular fic by kudos: Forever This Way (The Old Guard/Inception crossover I am cruelly not updating which surprises none of us)

Most popular Inception fic by kudos: Between Day and Night (part of my ace!omega series)

Most popular fic by hits: An Edge to Cut (VegasPete fic)

Most popular Inception fic by hits: Between Day and Night again (ace!omega for the WIN)

Favorite fic: I CANT EVEN CHOOSE DONT MAKE ME but two i’m particularly fond of are

To Feed the Soul (Gen, Robert-centric hanahaki fic)

Ravenous (Gen, James Cobb-centric, dream-eater AU)

both of which were written as part of IGRPDC so yay!

I wrote a good amount of gen Robert Fischer fics this year, more than I’d realized, but I do enjoy writing sad Robert getting the care and love he deserves (ignores To Feed the Soul) I also wrote a lot for Ace!Omega ‘verse which HELL YES. The comments I’ve gotten on Ace!Omega ‘verse make me SO happy, because I feel like I came up with it as a sort of self-indulgent thing but so many people have told me how much they love the dynamic and the way a/b/o connections are explored in it and that means SO much to me, so thank you all <3

In general I wrote a lot more fics with ace rep in them this year which makes me very, very happy. I jokingly-but-not-really am on a campaign to write a lot of fics with more ace rep of all kinds and/or sexualized tropes made ace and/or kink explored in a not-necessarily-sexual way. It’s something I’m really enjoying and I am continuously overjoyed that other people are enjoying reading them as I write them!

As always a list is below the cut of each fic, grouped by the month they were posted!

January

Ways to Fake It (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 5.8k words)

Partner (Arcane, Jayce/Viktor, 2.3k words)

Between Day and Night (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!omega ‘verse, 3.3k words)

Forever This Way - Chapter 2 (Inception & The Old Guard crossover, WIP, 3.4k words)

Prix Fixe (Inception, Rob/Nash, ace!incubus ‘verse, 2.9k words)

February

Overture (co-written with @stormofsharpthings, Inception, Part 1 of our Kink ‘Verse that we have many many thoughts about but not quite as many coherent words; Arthur/Saito with Arthur & Eames and, well, kink, 3.6k words)

and all my stars (Inception, Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, ace!Ari and ace!Arthur, 1.5k words)

March

Weeping Sugar (Inception, Yusuf/OFC, 295 words)

April

To Feed the Soul (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 396 words)

Contrasting Hues (Inception, Gen, Eames-centric, 115 words)

Ravenous (Inception, Gen, James Cobb/Cobb family-centric, 350 words)

quantum superposition (Inception, Gen or Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, 350 words)

A Silver Lucifer (Arcane, Silco/Vander AU, 1.9k words)

Settle (Arcane, Silco/Vander, rated E, 1.9k words)

Nothing posted in May and June

July

Not Alone (Inception, Arthur/Eames, rated M, ace!omega ‘verse, 1.9k words)

All Roads (Inception, Cobb/Saito, 5.7k words)

An Edge to Cut (KinnPorsche The Series, VegasPete, 687 words)

August

Tickle (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 398 words)

Nothing posted in September

October

Banquet (Inception, Robert/Nash, rated M, ace!incubus ‘verse, 1.1k words)

The Ace!Dom Silco Trilogy (Arcane, Silco/Vander, all rated E, all involving kink)

A Little Break in the Mourning (Six of Crows, Inej/Kaz, 816 words)

Climbing in the Dark (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Marvel, Clint Barton/Buckey Barnes, WIP, 3.4k words)

The First Things to Go (Inception, Gen, Phillipa-centric, 94 words)

Found (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 2.1k words)

November

The Most Resilient (Arcane, Inception AU, Silco/Vander, 2.6k words)

Sharp (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 400 words)

Something Beyond (Inception, Arthur/Saito with Arthur & Eames, 3.9k words)

December

Oriented (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!Eames, rated E, 2k words)

Courage to Trust (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!omega ‘verse, rated E, 3.7k words)

All the Storms of Life (Inception, Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, 3.5k words)

#my writing #fic #mousie rambles

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