If they ever ask you why you love Spider-Man so much, show them this. His suit needs to be washed, he leans against the washer with bruises all over his body, life fucks him up in every single stage but he never gives up, and that's why Spider-Man will forever be the greatest superhero to ever exist.
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
pony being like "darry treats me like a little kid even though i am grown🙄" brother soda has to sleep in your bed because you have nightmares otherwise. they tickle you out of bed every morning. darry carried you to bed like a baby. you draw pictures of horses instead of doing your homework.
my hero academia | platonic bakusquad | words: 3,109.
Katsuki Bakugou is talented at just about anything he sets himself up to do. The people around him wonder if he’s just that freakishly amazing, or if he’s simply methodical about the activities he decides to pick up, to the point where he only chooses to engage in things that he knows he’d be great at. It’s a line that nobody can guarantee that Bakugou is or isn’t crossing, but one thing’s for certain: it’s so damn annoying.
So when Bakugou and his squad managed to get ahold of some nerd guns and decided to hold a nerf gun fight in the common room ( furniture was moved , both for protection of them and of it ) for their Saturday game night, nobody, absolutely no one was surprised that Bakugou was in the lead with points. Since these were foam bullets and would have to be used extremely hard and aggressively to inflict any pain, nobody donned armor and every available inch of flesh was an open target. If you were shot on any non vital areas twice, then you were out; on the flip side, if you got hit on the chest, the groin, the neck, or anywhere on your face just once, you were automatically dead and out of the game.
It’s been about thirty minutes into the game’s commencement, and everyone was doing their best to avoid being shot by the bullets from their friends. Some utilized their agility and skills in speed to evade the shots, while others relied on the furniture around them as shields. Even Bakugou, overconfident in everything he does, is taking the necessary precautions to sidestep bullets slung his way, having pinpointed that Kaminari was specifically targeting him. The realization blooms a smirk across his lips, his gun rising swiftly to launch two of the soft projectiles at his aforementioned classmate.
“Crap!” He yelps, just barely escaping from the attack by leaping behind one of the couches.
Bakugou tsks, ducking to the floor to grab more ammo before Kaminari can take advantage of the opening he’s accidentally produced for him.
“Ah ha! Gotcha now, Kacchan!” Kaminari cries, pointing the barrel of his gun right at Bakugou’s head.
Bakugou has every intention to move out of the way before those bullets can reach him, but the way Kaminari suddenly releases a small shriek and clasps the side of his neck halts any motion. Both blonds shift their sights to see Ashido, posing with her weapon and pretending to blow smoke from the hole of it. Amusement litters Bakugou’s expression, but Kaminari doesn’t share in his friend’s subtle delight.
“Mina, what the heck?! I was about to cap the most powerful player!”
She shrugs, shaking those fluffy pink tresses of hers. “I saw an opening and I took it, sorry not sorry Kami. We’re not playing as teams ya’ know; every person for themself!”
Kaminari huffed at her words, golden eyes rolling as he set his gun on the table in front of him, hands up, and migrated over to the other side of the room where he wasn’t still in the line of fire. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m rooting for you to lose.” His pettiness knows no bounds as he plops into a loveseat, squinting at his so-called friend.
Ashido’s own eyes roll in return and just as she circulates on a heel to continue the game, a squeak breaks free from her when she feels two tiny smacks against her knees. Shock etches itself into her features, staring hard at Bakugou who ascends from his position on the floor, wolfish smirk stretching his lips.
“You both talk too damn much; you distracted yourself.” He chides, already scanning the area for the remaining two soldiers still at large.
Ashido whines, rubbing at the spots where her poor knees were assaulted. “So not cool Bakugou! I saved your butt from Kami!”
“Yeah, that was your first mistake.” Honed instincts bring his body into a squat, narrowly missing another foam bullet. Kirishima had been the culprit this time and on the realization that Bakugou escaped his attack, a nervous grin grew on the redhead’s lips.
“Uh oh⎯⎯”
“Damn right uh oh , shitty hair!” As if all in the same moment , Bakugou swooped up a spare bullet, loaded it in, and shot his best friend twice; one in the stomach and one on the thigh.
“Aww, man!” Kirishima groans, but his grin never leaves his face, even as he surrenders his gun to the same place Kaminari had set his own down, joining the blond in taking a seat across the room to watch the finale of this little game play out. It was just Sero and Bakugou now, and the audience of three were on the edge of their seats. Bakugou probably didn’t know this, but Sero was an older brother of three back home, and they had playful fights like these on the constant. It’s safe to say that the tape hero is a pro at this sort of activity and with Bakugou being an only child, has a glaring disadvantage, even if he is the current reigning champion.
The air is quiet. The tension is high, as cardinal eyes scan the area for all objects that Sero could be hiding behind. Either of the other couches, the second loveseat, the counters ⎯⎯ damn, this kid was being quiet as hell! Bakugou couldn’t even detect any breathing, let alone noise of motion. A low growl rumbles from within his chest, taking a few steps towards the empty couches.
“Come out already, Tape face! Show up like a man! You know as soon as you do, I’m gonna kill you!” Even for something as silly as a nerf gun battle, Bakugou manages to take it all way too seriously. Kirishima nudges Kaminari with a hidden snicker and points towards the ceiling with a subtle finger. When Kaminari glances in the direction he’s told, he ( unfortunately for Sero ) lets loose a pleased gasp loud enough to draw Bakugou’s attention. Sight migrates from the two on the couch, to the ceiling where Kirishima had been pointing, and was faced with none other than the student he was searching for , hanging upside down by a length of tape.
“Aw, Denki , come ON, man⎯!” Sero grouses as his ambush is rendered totally useless. He shoots on instinct once Bakugou raises his own gun, and manages to smack Bakugou’s arm with a pellet, but he isn’t quick enough to launch the second before a shot of Bakugou’s reaches him and impact is made with his forehead, sealing an automatic win for the blond.
Bakugou’s lips curl into a smirk, wide and toothy, as he throws the gun to the ground and turns to fully face Kirishima and Kaminari, smug as ever. “You all really thought you could beat me. Ha!”
Kaminari huffs, crossing his arms over the width of his chest and rolling his eyes at Bakugou’s normal display of arrogance. “I would’ve had a shot if MINA didn’t knock me out so early.”
Ashido shoves her tongue out at him in response, before a grin replaces her scowl. “All’s fair in love and nerf gun war. Besides, I got killed right after you did, so it’s not like I got to play much either!”
“Y’know, I noticed something..” Sero begins, leveling himself closer to the floor before disengaging from his tape. “Bakugou shot almost everyone in non-vital spots, even with the handicap of having to shoot the other players twice to get them out.”
A silence draws them all in as they recall the events that have just occurred, and after acknowledging that Sero was indeed correct, all eyes now lay on the winner of their game. Abruptly, Bakugou feels like he’s shrunk a little. What the hell did it matter that he didn’t go for vital areas?
“And? So fucking what? I just managed to prove that I don’t need to take the easy route to win, that’s all.” But there’s a new sensation in the air around the five of them, something that has Bakugou a smidge nervous, and it’s starting to activate his fight or flight.
“I dunno..” Kirishima chimes in, a little too sing-song in the tonality of his words. “It seemed like you didn’t want to hit us in our vital spots. We all know this is a game and these aren’t anything close to real bullets, but you still took at least a little bit of time to hit us in places we didn’t mark as insta-deaths.”
The hair on the nape of Bakugou’s neck begins to stand on edge. What the hell is going on here? He growls again, louder this time, as if that would pose any threat to the individuals who know him the best in the entire school. “Shut the hell up Kirishima, whatever you idiots are thinking isn’t true. The game is over now anyway, so can we fuckin’ drop it?”
“But are you suuuure?” Great, now Ashido’s involving herself too. “‘Cause, to this idiot , it seems like you’re a big ol’ softie , Bakugou!”
Her claim brings an unwelcome, faint flush of crimson to his cheeks. Disdain and embarrassment mix and etch into the contours of his expression, pearly whites gritting against each other as he snarls out, “ Get . Bent . Pinky . I just MURDERED YOU ALL IN COLD BLOOD, how the FUCK is that me being soft?!”
“That probably isn’t something a hero-in-training should be shouting at the top of his lungs,” Kaminari finally steps in with something to say, his own smirk blooming along his lips. “We all know the truth, Kacchan. You’re sweet on us! That’s why you actually thought about where and how you were going to attack us.”
With each teasing statement from the squad, Bakugou’s blush darkens in hue and his chagrin intensifies to the point where crackles and little sizzling can be heard from the center of his palms. “You’re all fuckin’ delusional! I don’t know WHY I even hang around you losers⎯⎯!”
He spins on his heels, turning his back on the four of them with the intention to leave them to their devices, until he feels a hand grab at his wrist and tug him right back. “Hold on a sec there, Bakubro!”
“Wh⎯ Let me go, moron!” He struggles against Kirishima’s grip, noting that the redhead’s hardened his hand just enough to avoid hurting Bakugou, but enough that he can’t just break free.
“Not until you admit you’re a total softie!” He grins, all large and wide and warm, it makes Bakugou’s heart speed a little at the sight, but he’ll be damned if he gives in that easily.
“Drop dead! I’ve got other shit to do, so fuck off!” Another few tugs solidify that he isn’t going anywhere, at least not until he works up to blasting Kirishima’s damn hand off.
“C’mon man, don’t be like that! We just wanna hear you say it!” Kaminari slides off of the couch, taking stride to where Kirishima has Bakugou captured and delivering a few pokes to his fellow blond’s side. “All you gotta do is say I’m totally soft for my friends and you can go off and do your other important stuff.”
Damnmit. Damn Kirishima and damn Kaminari! Those little pokes jolt the skin where they touch down and Bakugou can’t control the way he slightly jerks away from the other student. The movement goes noticed, however, much to Bakugou’s dismay. Their grins turn from mellow and amused, to curious and devious, and Bakugou knows he’s about to regret even agreeing to that stupid game.
“I ⎯ I sahaid fuhuhuck ohohoff!” He chokes out on a giggle that he attempted to strangle down within his throat, but once Kaminari saw his initial reaction to his poking, the asshole just continued doing it.
“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Little bit ticklish?”
“Shuhu⎯! Shuhut uhuhup!”
He bounces when Kaminari’s pokes evolve into light scribbles against his stomach, and tries to tug himself away from Kirishima’s grip even harder, but to no avail. To make matters worse, the spiky haired bastard is using his free hand to mimic Kaminari’s light tickling against his other side.
“NohOHO⎯⎯shit! ShihiHIHIt, gehet awahahAY!” His giggles are flowing more freely every second that the two of them keep up their ticklish assault. The daintiness of the touch is already driving Bakugou up a wall, every light scrape and squiggle of those fingers brings itchy little sensations under the skin that he just couldn’t escape from. His squirming’s amplified as well, to the point where his knees buckle and Kirishima has to exert more strength in order to keep him upright.
“Whoa there, Bakubro. So ticklish you can barely stand, huh? Heheh, let’s move you to the couch so you don’t fall.” Kirishima teases with a giggle of his own, halting his tickling for just long enough to lead Bakugou to sit against the cushions, but he grants him no warning when he dives back in, squeezing up and down his sides. Kaminari had followed and went right back to it the moment Bakugou was settled on the couch. Without an opportunity to catch his breath, laughter shot out of Bakugou’s grinning mouth once again, the back of his free hand concealing part of his merriment and muffling the sound.
“Aw, isn’t he so cute? Thinking that we were just gonna let him walk like that. ~” Ashido’s voice is sweet as a confection, striking a chord of renewed embarrassment within Bakugou that has him attempting to curl up and suppress himself further. Ashido’s having absolutely none of that though, and takes it upon herself to shove her hands to where his waist would bend, squeezing at the back area of it. She’s rewarded with a squeak from the volatile blond, his hand promptly departing from disguising his visage to weakly shove at her hands.
“DohOHOHON’t⎯⎯! StAHAH⎯ahahp!” Suffering through tickling from Kaminari, Kirishima, AND Ashido is a certain kind of torture that Bakugou wasn’t at all prepared for. He’s endured through his fair share of tickle fights with one or two of them prior, but three on one is maddening . As if his boisterous cackling and wriggling like an unearthed worm wasn’t enough for them, Sero’s now positioned himself by Bakugou’s legs with an evil glint sparkling in his dark eyes.
“Don’t stop, huh? Don’t you worry Blasty, I don’t think we had those intentions right now!” Is the last thing he says before slender digits curl around the tops of Bakugou’s thighs, squeezing and scribbling over the skin there. Ashido continues her work on his hips, Kaminari at his stomach and Kirishima dares to scooch his ministrations up to his ribs, just shy of where his death spot was, but the visceral reaction that Bakugou gives proves that Kirishima didn’t need to travel there yet.
Bakugou squeals, louder than he probably ever has before, no longer capable of internalizing how sensitive he is to everything they’re doing. His squirming evolves into thrashing and damnmit , he feels the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes. Every touch courses along his skin like an electric current, fed into by the hypersensitivity that he couldn’t shake off even if he tried. His cheeks grew even rosier, warmth radiating off of his face like a small space heater.
“ Damn , Bakugou,” Sero’s more than charmed by Bakugou’s display of hilarity, his grin tells that much. “Who knew you were this ticklish? It’s pretty funny! Tough guy like you, fallin’ to pieces ‘cause of a little tickling .”
“Pfft, I’d say this is a bit more than a little, dude.” Kirishima snorts, observing Bakugou closely as he laughs his literal heart out to make certain that he isn’t on the verge of passing out. When he’s deemed fine enough, Kirishima does, finally, move into that cursed little area where he knows Bakugou can’t handle.
And right he is.
As soon as those nimble, horrible fingers make tickly contact with that death spot, Bakugou arches forward so hard, he nearly knocks both Kirishima and Kamnari to the floor. Spiky, blond tresses fall against the couch as he throws his head back, screaming laughter flooding within the space of the common room. He has no strength to camouflage his glee now; eyes scrunched close, the bridge of his nose wrinkled and his mouth splitting his face in a wide open, delighted grin that spreads a feeling of pride and joy into each of his friends’ hearts. Damn. He really needs to laugh like this more often.
“OHOHKAY⎯⎯! fUHck⎯! fUHUHUCK, STOP ! STO⎯AHAHAP! I⎯I’M SOHOHOFT, AHAHALRIGHT?!” The surrender arrives strangled and choked around his laughter, but they all heard him clear enough to finally, finally , cease their ticklish assault on him. With fingers and hands removed from his frame, Bakugou’s body instinctively curls up and against the couch, protecting his long abused sensitive areas from any further touching.
He takes in deep gulps, releasing stray, lingering giggles with each breath. His eyes are still closed and he’s still trembling just a small bit, and even though he isn’t giving any of them the time of day right now while he recovers, he can admit only to himself that that was… so much fun. A variety of fun that he hasn’t experienced in years and didn’t ever believe he’d have the chance to indulge in again.
“See? Not so hard, right buddy?” Kaminari pats at Bakugou’s shoulder, who flinches just slightly at the contact ( in case he got any funny ideas about tickling him again ) and shoots him a glare that doesn’t retain any of its usual bite to it. How could he possibly be threatening, when he’s all relaxed and pliant, still coiled up and gently giggling into the pillows of the couch? Honestly, he couldn’t get any cuter than this.
“Fuck you guys..” Bakugou sighs out, obviously growing tired by the way his words break off at the end and his eyes go half-lidded.
“Yeah, yeah. You love us.” Kirishima rises to reach for the remote to the television, turning it on and settling for an easygoing comedy movie that they’ve all seen before.
“I’ll get snacks!” Kaminari exclaims, trekking to the kitchen to find something delicious, with Sero trailing behind him, mentioning something about how Kaminari never grabs the chips that he likes.
Despite teetering on the edge of half asleep and awake, chilling between Kirishima and Ashido, Bakugou floats on the pleasant, tender feeling of having friends like his. Maybe he has grown just a little soft for these idiots, and maybe, just maybe , he’s starting to see there’s nothing wrong with that.
I recieved a lot of love on the last one, thank you guys so much!! These are really fun to make, I entered a flow state making this one while listening to Primer 55.
Here's a sketch based on a suggestion by videogamesarecool! I might actually finish it cause it turned out really good. :)
Summary: You’ve known Silco and Vander for a long time, you all go way back. They also know you’re a little shit - on purpose. Trouble makes it way back to you.
Author’s Notes: Thank you to my mutual for sending in the request for this one!! I had actually made a text post talking about writing something like this in the past. It goes to show that if you egg me on with ideas, I’ll write something for it. :^) I actually had a lot of fun writing this one too! Figuring out Vander and Silco’s dynamic as well as the Reader was really fun to put together. I didn’t write this inherently romantic but I think you can think of this one swinging either way! I hope everyone enjoys this one!! <3
Words: ~2,100 | AO3 Link
A quiet night at The Last Drop was always your preferred place to hang out and unwind. It was a Tuesday and no one else was around, despite being not that late into the evening.
It was good when the bar was empty, because you could hang out with your two mates - and owner’s of the place, Vander and Silco.
Both men have looked out for you tremendously. You were all mining buddies from way back when. You may be small, but you are undoubtedly mighty. They were quite surprised to see someone of your stature work in that kind of field. They never underestimate your skills, but they always made sure you were safe in those awful conditions.
You've never had anyone to rely on your whole life - your family was long gone. These two were the closest you've had to family, and you were grateful for it.
Music played from the jukebox and bounced across the walls as you took a sip from your glass. Straight from the bottle with a bit of ice: exactly how you like it. Vander was behind the bar cleaning up from the busy day, and Silco was writing in a book a stool away from you.
“Man, things are a lot more quiet these days, huh,” you mused aloud, taking another swig of your drink, the ice clinking gently.
“It's better that way, don't you think?” Vander replied, swiftly cleaning a glass with a piece of cloth.
“Well, yeah. I suppose. Not much to do these days other than putting your head down and working, though,” your finger circled the rim of the glass, fidgeting. “It wasn't the best, but I had a lot of fun in the mines.”
“You did?” Silco piped up, scribbling something down in the notebook with his pen, not looking away from his work.
“Yeah - getting down and dirty was fun, until the debris-filled air got caught in your lungs,” reminiscing, you went through your memories. “I remember you two bickering over something real stupid, like an old married couple, and I had to be the voice of reason and break you two up.” You giggled as you spoke.
Vander shook his head with a laugh. “I remember always saving you two from rocks falling on your heads. Yourself, in particular, were never the careful type.”
“I just had fun smashing rocks up, y'know? So what if a couple rocks fell on me?” You replied with a wave of your hand.
Silco grabbed his glass, still writing in his book, taking a swig of his drink. “I remember you always bugging Vander and I on break - on purpose.” He gave you a bit of a side eye with a smirk.
You returned his look with a smirk of your own, a glint in your eyes. “I remembered one way I used to annoy you,” you scooted over on your seat, leaning over and poking Silco in his side. He wasn't expecting that, his grip on his pen slipping on the paper. “I used to always poke and prod you while you wrote up our daily report on our break. Just so the higher ups couldn't read your handwriting.” You gave him another ticklish poke, making your point clear.
Silco’s eyebrow twitched, messing up another word he was writing. He crossed it out. “I never had a way to stop you back then. You were always so persistent. And slippery...” Silco replied, not looking up from the notebook. Vander finished cleaning up the glasses, propping his elbows up on the bar, giving his full attention to both of you.
You gave him another poke with an added scribble, making Silco drop his pen onto the floor, turning to give you an unamused look. “I always brought the fun to our break, right?” You tilted your head with a smile.
“…but now, I might just have a way to stop you.” With a swift motion, Silco closed the notebook. “Vander, if you would.”
“Wha–” you didn't have a moment to get a word in as Vander made his way around the bar, grabbing you from behind. Vander lifted you slightly off of the ground, your feet just scraping the floor, encapsulating you in an almost bear hug. His hold was strong so you wouldn’t be able to wriggle yourself away, but he was gentle.
“Hey, hey hey hey, waitwait, what are you doing?” You asked, nervousness laced in your voice. Surely Silco and Vander wouldn't do anything awful to you, right?
“Every time you bugged me, and every time I tried to get you back, you swore up and down you weren't ticklish–”
“BECAUUUUSE I'm not, obviously,” you quickly interjected with a cautious laugh.
“And every time I tried, you never gave a reaction. But thanks to our kind friend here,” Silco motioned to Vander. “He let me in on a little secret.”
You gasped in surprise, craning your neck to look at Vander, your eyes wide. “You didn't.”
Vander has a mischievous look in his eye. “Oh, I did.”
You remembered when Vander found out you were ticklish…
Silco had gone home early, but Vander and yourself were getting some equipment cleaned up. You had come to him after a rough day at the mines. You had hurt your shoulder from hauling material around, and Vander offered to try to massage your shoulder to make it feel better.
You accepted his offer, and it was fine at first, under he squeezed in just the right way. You let out a squeak, Vander had thought he had hurt you at first and was worried. You denied that he hurt you, which relieved him, but he asked why that happened. You had to tentatively explain that it tickled.
Vander had replied with something similar to “You know, he’s going to use that against you if he finds out about this?” with a smirk on his face. You practically begged Vander to not tell Silco a word of this, and he told you he wouldn't tell a soul…
Silco let out a dark chuckle as he could almost see the cogs turning in your brain.
“Vander, you traitor!” You started to thrash about, but Vander held you tight. “You said you wouldn't tell him!” You weren’t really angry at either of them - you could definitely feel the sweat collecting on your palms, though.
“I figured I might as well. If you're reacting this awfully about it, then maybe it'd be a useful tactic to knock you down a few pegs whenever you're being a right little shit.” Vander let out a laugh at your demise. Your squirming was no match for his grip, you didn't even sway him in the slightest. Of course you couldn’t, his frame was a whole lot bigger than yours.
Silco took a step forward, the grin on his face all too evil. “It’s what you deserve for messing with the wrong person.” He was having way too much fun with this. Your heart skipped a beat with a bit of fear. Oh, shit!
“Noooo, no no, Silco, no, we can t-talk about this, right? We’re buddies?” Your smile was lopsided and wobbly, nervous giggles already teetering out from your throat. “Surely you can forgive me? It was all in good fun! Right??”
“You can’t worm your way out this time,” he inched his face closer, a sweat drop rolled down from your forehead. Your eyes darted to his hands as he flexed his fingers. “I’ll send the message across and make sure you think twice about trying to annoy me for your own amusement.”
Before you could sputter out anymore protests, Silco dug in.
He was terrifyingly gentle, was your first thought. His fingers skittered up and down your sides. You instinctively bit down on your lip hard to silence yourself. They both noticed this.
“Surely you know I won’t be satisfied until I get what I want?” Silco moved his gentle yet dexterous touch upwards, skittering into your unprotected underarms. He got a fair bit of extra thrashing from that, making him chuckle. Vander had to hold you a little tighter. “There’s no use holding it in, you understand?”
You shook your head back and forth, determined to hold your laughter at bay. You were not going to let them win this.
Silco tsked, shaking his head. “Your stubbornness will be your downfall.”
You felt another, bigger hand poking around - uh oh, Vander was joining in. His touch was a bit rougher, his fingers scribbling around your stomach. Vander joining in along with Silco is what caused the dam to shatter into pieces.
“WaitwaitWAIT— AHAHA!!” You finally let it all out, laughing your head off with a big, goofy smile on your face. Silco and Vander leaned their heads back away from your face a little - they weren’t expecting your laugh to be so shrill and loud, it hurt their ears.
“Awfully loud, this one,” Vander commented, your cheeks turning red. “Though, they squeaked last time; wonder if we can draw that noise outta ‘em?”
“NohohoHO! D-Don’t you DAREEE!” You threatened with a whine, though not serious about it at all.
“You were never intimidating to begin with, let alone in this state,” Silco observed, moving his hands to trail down to your stomach, trading places with Vander who started squeezing at your ribs. You let out a squeak, exactly what they wanted. “Especially like this.”
“HAHAHA— no, nohohoho!! It tickles!!” You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling overwhelmed every nerve in your body.
“That’s the point.” Silco couldn’t help laughing at your silliness. Tears were budding in the corners of your eyes.
“Think the lesson stuck?” Vander piped up, his scribbling slowing to a stop. He still kept a grip on you, although you had stopped fighting back to save what little energy you had left.
“Yes... I believe so.” Silco gave you a couple more tweaks and pokes to your sides and ribs, and finally let up. He moved his arms away from your body, crossing them over his chest instead with a grin on his face. Vander loosened his grip on you. You nearly tumbled to the floor but managed to stay up right, your head hanging down to the floor. Your body felt like lead.
You greedily sucked in air, your chest rising and falling. You raised your head, eyeing Silco. “Has… has anyone ever t-told you that you can be scary if y-you could set your mind to it?”
Silco stretched his hand out in a truce, and you grabbed on with your own. “While Vander has his size and his raw strength, I have my words. We’ve scared plenty off before.” Silco spoke with a laugh. Both men led you to sit down - Silco by the hand, Vander with a hand on your back - back on your stool at the bar.
Vander rounded the bar, refilling your forgotten and watered down drink with a new beverage and piece of ice. You grabbed your glass, raising it in thanks as you took a sip. Silco took his own seat back at the bar, drinking from his own glass.
“Didn’t overdo it, did we?” Vander questioned, reaching out to ruffle your hair. You giggled as you pushed his hand away.
“No, no, it was fine…” You could admit… you thought you liked that little exchange. You were quiet for a moment, lost in thought.
Until you felt a poke in your side from Silco. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a taste of your own medicine?” He teases.
“It’s not that…” you took a deep breath, resting your hand over your face. You could feel the subtle heat coming off of your cheeks. “Actually… I think I liked it…”
Both men paused for a moment in silence at your words. Vander was the first to speak, with a smile and a teasing lilt in this voice. “Isn’t that something?” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, making you groan in response.
“That’s positively adorable of you.” Silco smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder with a wide grin. Your face only got more red as you covered it with your hands.
“Ughhhh, s-shut up…” your voice was muffled from your hands. “It just made me feel safe… and happy…”
“Looks like we’ll have to put you in your place more often, don’t you agree?” Vander asked, looking over to Silco who nodded a little bit too enthusiastically for your liking.
“Ugh,” you pulled your hands away from your face, throwing your head back. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”
Your face only grew more crimson during the night as you got relentlessly teased and prodded at by your two favourite people. You wouldn’t ever admit it again, but deep down, you enjoyed it.
Charlie and Vaggie were certain that they'd made a mistake leaving Lucifer and Alastor alone while they went on their date. They were sure that the hotel would be completely destroyed by the time they got back - but to their pleasant surprise, the building was not only in one piece, but it seemed that Alastor and Lucifer were actually...getting along?
Well, kind of.
This is a SFW platonic tickle fic, if that's not your thing then just keep scrolling
Hi, I am here to promote some seriously amazing people. I will try my best to give a good summary of why they are so special. I hope you enjoy and I hope you consider reblogging their work. (If we mutuals and you didn't make the "cut" no hard feelings, I plan to update regularly). Also not a ranked list. All the people mentioned are amazing in their own right. As always please read their bios before following. Some may be a mix between sfw/nsfw. They will be highlighted orange.
To help find who was recently added, I highlighted their tags in blue.
Tword Fiction/Stories:
@littlelovelyspiderling - okay so when I do find time to cozy up and read a fic never did I expect to come across such a literary masterpiece. The worldbuilding, the diction, the cadence of their words easily capture me in their stories. If you love Marvel, especially if you want to read a very heartwarming story between two dorks (Johnny and Peter) I HIGHLY recommend you follow. Check out the incoming tag #littlelovelyspiderling
@intheticklecloset - another wonderful and lovely person. You know those people who get really excited about a certain topic and you can see the joy in their eyes? That's exactly the what you'll get if you follow. With countless amazing fics from many beloved fandoms like Big Windup, Haikyuu! Check the tag #inthetwordcloset
@happyandticklish - their writing is like liquid gold. You want to drink until you drop. It quenches a thirst you didn't even know you had. Writer of multiple fandoms, you're definitely missing out if you don't follow them. Check the incoming tag #happyandtwordish for my personal faves!
@writingwitharlo - there is just something about their writing that just makes you crave for more. As you know I love when you can feel the artist's love in their craft. Writes for Harry Potter, Heartstopper and more! Make sure to show them some love! Check out the incoming tag #writingwitharlo for my personal faves!
@ticklishraspberries - they are an amazing writer. One that perfects letting the writer feel immersed within their story. A phenomenal writer that's written for over 65 fandoms. Yes. 65. Not only are they a talented writer but they have a fun loving personality as well. Check out the incoming #twordishraspberries to see my personal faves!
@cantsaythetword - my bro bro crow. Love this funky lad and his spectacular fics. If you love things like Marvel (stucky fans I'm looking at you), heartstopper, Dr Who AND more, this blog is for you. He is an incredible human being blessed with the gift of writing beautiful and wholesome pieces. Check out the incoming #cantsaythetword to see my faves :).
@parker-fluff - not just a writer but an artist too. And phenomenal at both. Your chibi artsyle brings a smile to my face. And I can't wait to read through the countless fics/drabbles you've made! If you love Peter Parker, then you'll adore our friendly neighbourhood artist/writer parker-fluff! Check out the #parkerfluff tag for my faves!
Artists:
@ppystkposts - Genshin lovers assemble, if you are in search of an artist that seems to perfect the raw emotion that comes with being a human, I got someone for you. I love love love their art style and have grown more fond of linework (is that what it's called!? Idk obsessed is what I am and that is all that matters). You are truly one of the greatest out there, thank you for blessing us with your work. #ppystkposts is the incoming tag (PSSSST they do commissions, always remember to check for availabilities!)
@tomurah - adding onto the evergrowing list of amazing, talented and brilliant artists. If you're in the COD fandom or just appreciatr staring at pretty lil things you know what to do. The line art is impeccable and I love every single one of their works, show some support! #tomurah
@skribblz - now the artists on this platform are going to be the crème de la crème. And one of them is my buddy, my pal, skribblsz. The talent y'all. The sheer talent that oozes from this blog will have you in awe. Trigger warning, everytime you visit this blog your jaw will most definitely drop. Lovely, and kind hearted artist who loves their craft and it shows. Check the tag #skribblz
@ticklishfanart - I freaking love Jay. Look at their stuff I dare you. Do you see the love that's in the lines that are drawn? Cause I do. Every piece of work they put out is an absolute masterpiece. MHA fans should definitely pay a visit, you won't be disappointed. Check the tag #twordishfanart Or #ticklishfanart
@ssnicker-doodless - okay. Like. I just. I can rave on about them till the cows come home. The artist of the century. Picasso reborn. You do not want to stare at their art too long, perfection burns the eyes. #snickers doodles
@sleepysheepytea - okay so. The softest, cutest, most adorable art??? So glad I recently followed them. If I were to describe the beautiful art they create it would be like a nice and much needed cup of hot choccy on a cold winter night; it just hit right ya feel? #sleepy
@tiklart - a really unique and wonderful art style. If you're looking for MHA art, hint hint. Amazing and talented artist!! #tiklart
@wormonastriing - one of the OGs. The mf GOAT. Drawings that are so freaking realistic, idk how people can even be that talented. Must be illegal. Jail for bestie. #wormy
@simplysmilingdrew - super cute art. Even cuter scenarios. She is honestly a master of her craft. On top of all the wonderful drawn art is that she us a tword fic writer too! A whole double threat! Worth the follow for sure.
@isoots - new to the scene and already coming in hot with the talent. Give their art some well-deserved lovin'
@spensed-up-chilly-pepps - just recently followed and let me tell ya, if you like art and good vibes all around, you should definitely follow them. If you love team fortress you're in luck.
@dokidoki-muffin - such a talented artist. One look of their work and you'll be foaming at the mouth /pos. Pretty sure humankind was not fit for seeing such perfection- and for free!?!? And the artist is a sweetheart on top of all of that???? Follow now. Check out the new tag #dokidokimuffin for my fav pieces (spoiler alert its all of them).
@lovelymessybubbly - such a an angel and kind and caring person. Such a unique and adorable art style as well! Always love when you can tell how much love an artist pours into their creations, definitely worth a follow. Check out the incoming tag #lovelymessybubbly
@kiri-mikua - literally followed them a couple of days ago. A new artist on the block, with their own unique art style that is simply to die for. Their intricate works make you crave even more. Please show them lots of much deserved love! Check out the incoming #kirimikua for my faves!
@jettorii - we have so many new upcoming artists so ofc we gotta hype them up. I LOVE their art so much. The line art style is so cute and well done. A wonderful artist who has graced us with amazing fan art of spiderman, ninjago, and puss 'n boots. Please join me in applauding their great work. Check out the incoming #jettori tag for my faves :)
@chibimochii - if you like Genshin Impact boy oh boy do I have an artist for you! From colorured to sketched, following them is something you won't regret. Simply a beautiful art style that rivals the actual game imo. Thank you for sharing your wonderful art with us all. Check out the incoming #chibimochii tag for my personal faves!
@fanta-syrop - no because your style is so unique and idk how to describe it other than it evokes so much joy and happiness. They are a multi fandom artist currently feeding us with Genshin fan art. So very worthy of your following. Check out the incoming #fantasyrop for my faves!
@tklfluff - genuinely obsessed with your art. Not only that but you're a talented writer too!? Damn. Double homicide /ref. Fuelling my need for the Peter Parker Bros, and seeing them in your beautiful work is truly an honour. Check out the incoming #tklfluff tag for my faves!
@carrie-tate - yet another extremely talented artist I follow! So many fandoms and even their own OCs! Love how you draw your faves getting flustered over some wiggling fingers. Your art is truly one of a kind /pos. Check out the incoming #carrie-tate tag for my faves!
@feathergil - totally and utterly in love with their art style. It's soft and cute and sophisticated. Their art genuinely looks like it comes to life "night at the museum" style. Not only are they genuinely such a talented person they are also so cool and nice. Check out the incoming #feathergil tag for my faves!
@reererfjernfibeufkjebq - a hidden gem in our humble community. You may not be able to pronounce their blog name but why do you need to anyways? You'll need all your brain power to comprehend the sheer talent this person has. If you love Marvel especially characters that don't get a lot of mainstream attention, this blog is for you. Check out the incoming #reerer tag for my faves!
Bonus:
Check out my masterlist if you want to read some of my work
